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I just didn't want to hog up the thread, but I'll have a go at both.

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1st:

K/V: Victim
Name: Elisa
Age: 26
Sex: F
Characteristics: Short blonde hair in French curls, hazel eyes, tall, normal build, recently gave birth, single mother, large breasts will lactate if stimulated, vaginal canal still loose from birthing.

Scene:
Anything that involves hard rape and torture, ideally involving forced milking or extreme fisting.

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I did my job well. I stuck my head out of cover when few others would. I fired at people I didn't know. I was patient, and spared people I hated... for as long as was needed.

All for my commanders to earn my loyalty in turn. They held up their end of the bargain. Most areas they dominated was a simple matter of pointing out who I hated, and they were skinned alive, but not all lands were taken. Some lands were supposedly neutral, or so they thought.

There she was. Elisa. Wife of my enemy. Mother of his bastard. I recorded the code she typed. Cameras facing the entrance meant my 2 best friends would come in handy. I waited until it started raining, I chose a stormy day.

"Destroy them." I pointed from my shaded spot at the cameras, and the ravens that stood on my shoulders flew and forward and smashed the cameras with their beaks. The last thing recorded would indicate a game of angry birds.

I walked up casually, nobody was around except for an old lady up the street carrying groceries into her house, probably didn't see me and definitely didn't get a good look, but it wouldn't matter. I was going to be long gone by the time anyone realized something horrible had happened.

I typed code and quietly opened the door, then walked inside, gripping the machine-pistol in my holster. I could hear her listening to music, some anchorwoman on T.V. Baby asleep in his mother's arms, dreaming together on the couch.

"Wake up." I commanded. Her eyes opened wide and then shock of being awoken turned to shock of fear.

"What do you want?" She asked.

"You're going to follow me, and I'm willing to die and kill your fucking baby, so don't be stupid. Do as I say, and you might live and your baby definitely will." I knew she had been trained to resist someone kidnapping her, but that was before she had a baby. "Your life will depend on your husband's ransom." I lied. He wasn't going to let her die for money. This wasn't about money, it was about bring him as much pain as I could.

I handcuffed her elbows to her opposite wrists and put a bag over her head, then threw her in the passenger seat. I held her baby in my lap. No one saw us leave her house and my car was only a black over. I had been promised that stoners in the area would keep the cops busy without putting anyone on high alert, and it had started thundering and the rain was heavy.

It wasn't long for us to get out of the city. I drove the directions I had been told. There was a friendly house in the area, one nobody would expect. It was a fucking church.

There was an old man standing in front of a garage next to it. He motioned at me.

"What?" I yelled.

"What are you doing here?" He was as unsure of me as I was of him.

"Can I show you some music?" That was the initial code question.

"What sort?" The response code question.

"New classic." The first code answer.

"If you must, show me your taste." The 2nd code answer.

"Domo Arigatu Mr. Robato." Completion. He let me park in the garage. Then we could start asking questions. He was definitely one of ours. We were careful to not give away information that was crucial until it was clear we were on the same side. To routinely put yourself in the way of execution and assassination, you need to have the right protocols and mindset.

We removed my cargo and brought them inside the church, then down to a basement, and then to a hidden room beneath that, filled with drinks and other luxuries, and then to a triply hidden vault behind the sub-basement.

"Holy shit." I was afraid.

"Oh shit." Elisa was terrified.

"Waaahhh!" the baby started crying.

"Do you like it?" The churchman was impressed with himself.

"This is..." I stammered. There were women with harnesses around their bellies hanging from the ceiling, lined up with their asses against the walls. Their arms and legs amputated and their tits were being milked into tubes. "Weird."

"The wives of CEO's, police captains, and gang leaders!" He pointed to a table in the center of the room, I was unsure of what the pile on top of it was. "That's all their children." Bones. Fucking baby bones.

"AAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHH" Elisa then took a quick gasp "AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH" We held her tight.

"What did you do with them?" I couldn't believe this.

"I boiled them. And ate them. So tender. Went good with barbecue sauce." He was serious. Elisa couldn't stop screaming.

"We're not boiling this baby." Elisa stopped resisting when I said that and looked at me.

"Thank you! I love you! Please just don't hurt my child I'll do anything!" Elisa clearly didn't mean all of that.

"I'm going to raise him." That shut her up. Then she started sobbing.

"Okay," she caught her breath as she got hiccups, "please just don't hurt him."

"Don't tell me what to do." I kicked her cunt. We cut her clothes off and brought her in front of an older woman who longer produced milk according to the churchman. He put a bucket beneath her throat and slit it.

He threw her from the harness and put Elisa on it. I saw that there was a hole for their asses to excrete and urinate. There must be another room below this one, I thought. I remember distinctly feeling surreal at the realization that the complex could be incredible, but he later insisted it was only 2 other rooms I hadn't seen; there was a kitchen at the other side of the hidden luxury room and the waste-disposal beneath us.

"How do you know how to amputate them?"

"I was trained in a war. Won't say which one." Funny that he was a medic. Torturers tended to be better at keeping people alive, I guess, and medics are well-suited to that.

He stepped out momentarily and walked back in with surgical tools and got to work. He carved her arms and legs off, and she wouldn't stop screaming. He had used no anesthetic.

Before inserting her ass to the wall, he turned her around and took out his cockc. It was massive.

"Let me have her anus first, please." I stepped in and slapped her lower back. He stepped aside and motioned to go on. I'm not as well endowed, but enjoyed her tight anus all the same. It took me a good 10 minutes to jizz.


"Ahh.." I sighed, relaxed.

He took a hammer and smashed her teeth in. Again and again. Even I thought it was brutal.

"I'd like to be on my way," I paused as he spun her around and spun her around and started fucking her pussy. "So if that'd be all."

"Be on your way then asshole, I don't need nothing." HE started grunting and she was moaning. "Damn you're loose, I love good pussy, need some sizequeens and women who just gave birth I tell you, no other brat can fit me good." He spoke in the distance as I left, never to return or do another job after that. Or so I thought.