THE RED ROCKS OF SEDONA

Written by

W.W.

September, 2010

The soft early morning light struck the red rocks, creating an almost pastel artwork, as opposed to the harsher, fuller light, of midday which makes these wonderful places almost foreboding, and dangerous. These rocks and extraordinary formations are indeed dangerous, to anyone silly enough to take them for granted for a single moment.

We had saddled our horses long before daylight and had ridden out in the dark with only the hint of a turquoise hue in the eastern morning sky. Her horse, Athena, is an American Saddle bred mare, roan, with three white stockings and stands taller than my Palomino gelding, Trigger. Athena is very fast however Trigger is older and much smarter and trail wise.

It was late summer and it was still warm at this time of day though the promise of a hot day was with us. I of course wore my Levis and brown vest, brown soft deerskin chaps for busting brush and carried my twenty-two long barreled pistol in a cross draw holster. That pistol has a ten and a half inch barrel and I often hit four out of six targets at a full gallop. I am not a cowboy. I am a horseman. 

She was wearing a lacy red top of some sort that hardly covered her firm small breasts and matched the panties which were only partially covered by her chaps. If it hadn’t have been for the brush she probably wouldn’t have included the chaps. She had knee high black stilettos on her feet. “I thought you might like these better than the cowboy boots” she had said when I commented on the footwear. Her custom made Stetson was jet black covering a head full of blond hair that was long and silky and reached her ass nestled in the leather of the saddle.

We climbed a low ridge and stopped at the top to see the sun break out over the red rocks. I rolled a cigarette, put it in my mouth, lit it and rested my hands on the pommel. We sat very quietly, stirrups nearly touching. Her scent mixed with and overpowered the surrounding sage and the occasional creosote, and I drank her in.

I could hear the sounds of scurrying lizards, the buzz on an insect and the distant call of a quail. There is a raven flying high and far in the distance. The horses were very still too. They know about this time and what it means to us. Horses always know how you feel. There is always a connection there if you know and love your horse. Shadows in the rocks and a distant thunder head that promised rain later in the morning for someplace, somewhere, too far south to affect us. Trigger took one step forward as a jackrabbit broke out of a bush not far away, then he stopped. The pistol was in my hand and I don’t remember how it got there. He had warned me and I had simply reacted to an unknown danger. I slipped it back into the holster and looked at her. She was looking right into the sun with her eyes closed and a smile of contentment on her face. I closed my eyes too and joined her in the moment, the cigarette forgotten between my lips. Life was awakening all around us and we were very much a part of it all. 

“Nice” she said, and I opened my eyes.

With a slight pressure of my knees Trigger started forward and Athena followed. We walked them down the ridge and said nothing. I picked the pace up to a canter and the ground moved quickly under their hooves. As we got well out into the flats she pushed Athena into a full run, golden hair streaming out behind her. Trigger made an effort to catch up but he never had a chance. She rides very well, ass glued to the saddle and only the movement of her breasts evidence that she was not indeed part of that horse. 

As I watched, Athena shied quickly to the left, reared up, came down doing a half turn and started backing up. She stuck right with it all. They were standing very still when I came up to them. 

“Snake”, she said, “Mojave Green rattler, just there, near that rock”.

“Must go nearly six feet” I said, beautiful.”

The snake was coiled up; head elevated, ready to strike. We sat very still. A Mojave green is an aggressive snake and will come right at you if threatened. The green skin is near luminescent and they really are very beautiful. I don’t like snakes at all. Fact is they scare me though not for any reason I can put my finger on. Something primal I expect. I don’t go around killing them either and understand and appreciate their value to the natural order.

She had the camera out in a flash and pointed the telephoto at the snake and shot a whole series of pictures. Her movements were slow and careful, though we were about fifteen feet from the snake and out of any real danger. The snake knew it too and uncoiled itself and slithered quickly away.

“You know there is something about danger that always makes me hot and wet” She said. “I feel more alive and really in the moment. Something very sexual happens to me. Not an orgasm, but something very near to good foreplay”.

I looked her in the eye and she smiled, and I chuckled. “Nice”.

She wheeled Athena around and broke into a hard run from a dead stop and she was moving when she left us. “Ehi HA” she yelled. Trigger and I broke into a gallop and followed. We knew where she was going and it wasn’t far.

It is a beautiful spot and she already had a bedroll spread out and was sitting on it hugging her knees when Trigger and I arrived, eyes closed to the sun. Athena just stood there, her reins on the ground. As we came up I swung a leg over and hit the ground just as Trigger came to a full stop. Dust swirled around us. I loosened the girth and did the same for Athena then led them to the stock pond for a drink. The pond is spring fed and sometimes we swim here. 

She was sitting under the big cottonwood and I led the horses to the far side of the tree and unsaddled them. I took the halters off and let them go. They walked about twenty feet away and starting grazing on the young green shoots near the pond. Just on the other side of the pond the red rock cliffs rose fifteen hundred feet straight up to the sky, still lit in that soft morning light.

I picked up my bedroll and saddlebags and went and sat beside her. She put her arm around my waist and never opened her eyes. 

“Do you know how lucky we are”?

“Yeah I do”.

“There is no better moment in life than this very one”.

I pulled her face to mine and kissed her very gently on those full lovely lips, then pulled her head to my chest. We sat like that for a long time just holding each other. I was lightly stoking her hair. 

“Are you ready to talk about it yet? Want some coffee?”

“Coffee would be nice”. She said as she sat up and hugged her knees to her chest.

I took the coffee makings out of my saddle bags, gathered up a few sticks and in short order had a hat full of fire going and the water on to boil. I make a mean French roast coffee no matter where I am. 

“I don’t know what possessed me to contact this man in the first place. Perhaps it was his woman that helped me do it. She was beautiful I thought, more so than I have ever seen myself. I don’t know why I was even at that site. It was all about BDSM and I knew nothing about that, and well it sort of sounded interesting, and I was excited by some of it.”

“What was it that excited you”? I said as I poured the coffee through the filter.

“God, do I have to tell you this”?

“Yeah you do; every bit of it. I can just ride off too, your call. I am not here to judge you darling. I simply have a need to know and we never had any secrets until now as far as I know.”

“This was when I went to the Congo two months ago? I couldn’t take you on that trip and you know it. People die there every day in ways you don’t want to know about. The deal was just too big to let go, six million in industrial diamonds that I turned in two months. The pipeline to Bulgaria and then to Jerusalem took me three years to set up. The source is good and I can do the same thing every few months now. I won’t ever have to go back to that shithole. It will all happen in Bulgaria now”. 

“I know baby, I know. It’s just that we have never been separated for that long before. I was terrified for you too. Why won’t you tell me what happened? You seem different somehow.”

“I don’t think you want to know”.

“I have to know, just like you have to know what happened to me”.

As I handed her the steaming cup of coffee I saw again the line of the still healing cut that went across her throat, that beautiful throat of hers that I had loved so tenderly so often. It was partially hidden by the red silk scarf but I knew it was there and something very still and very cold took me. 

“Four days on jungle trails, just me and the guide. We never talked at all. At night we strung hammocks in the trees to sleep, after a meal of maize cakes. He was a ghost in the jungle that man. He carried an AK 47 and a machete that was razor sharp. Every night he sharpened that blade by the firelight. While he was doing it he would look across the fire at me, and smile”.

“Mali is just a thug. He is a small warlord with a following, but he was the power in the region, and he held it with an iron fist. When we came out of the jungle into the little clearing that the village was in he had a man on his knees before him. There were at least fifty young men and women standing around, all armed and all silent. The man on the ground was whimpering. In an instant all the guns were pointed at me, and we were surrounded, and escorted up to Mali”. 

“Deli sent me” I said.

“He is my brother. You are the American. You brought the money?”

“Yes. There are two trucks of supplies that should be at the head of the trail in six days as you requested. The money will come then, if I contact my man. If he does not hear from me each day at noon he will assume I am dead and nothing will happen.”

He laughed a deep and hearty laugh. “Then what, Mr. Smart American business man? How will you ever leave here without my permission”? “Come, I will show what happens to those who betray me”.

He nodded to two of his men who bent the prisoner over a fallen log, his naked black ass, sticking high in the air. The man began to scream and one of the guards clubbed him in the head with the butt of his rifle. The screams became a whimper.

“I have known this man all his life. We tended cattle together as children. His sister married my brother Salas. Both were killed in an ambush five years ago. He was sent to Zimbabwe to bring back some of the diamonds. Many were sent but this man was trusted above all others. He was seen removing diamonds from his own shit. He had swallowed many of them. I waited until he tried to sneak out of the village this morning and he was caught. He steals from us all, even you Mr. Smart American businessman.”

A third guard removed a red hot iron from the fire. It was about an inch in diameter. He shoved that hot iron right up that mans ass. The scream was horrible, primal, and the smell of burning meat was strong. The guard quickly removed the hot iron and skin came away with it. The prisoner had passed out but it didn’t matter, they flipped him over on his back and simply cut off his cock and stuffed it in his open mouth. The hot iron cauterized the wound. The bile was in my throat and I fought to keep it down.

“He may live. Some do. He is young and strong and will only do women’s work now, if he lives.”

Several women took the prisoner away.

“They will tend his wounds and he will live or not. He knows the law. He knows what will now be expected of him. He also knows what comes next, if he fails is worse, much worse”.

I glanced at her crotch as I rose, cup in hand and turned for a refill, she was very wet and excited.

“My God” she said. “You watched that?”

“Yes”. “He took me to a small hut and pointed. There was a small sorting table in front covered with small leather bags of diamonds. He left me there with two young girls who each had AK’s and who watched my every move. I don’t think there was one person, other than Mali, who was fifteen in that village, girls or boys. I only saw about fifty people in all and a few babies openly nursing on the breasts of armed women. I checked each bag for the rest of that day and all of the next. There were simply too many to grade properly and time was short. There were several in those piles that would go for jewelry I was sure. Two very nice blue diamonds and a yellow, the ones I gave to you. On the third day we settled on a price. He had set the price and I agreed and then added another ten thousand dollars. It may have been that gesture that kept me alive. I don’t know. Mali and I, and an escort of about twenty, left the next day and went back down the trail. The trucks were waiting. My six armed guards concealed in the brush. Only two men were visible. The whole area was covered by the two light machine guns and I know they had placed some claymores too. The forty-five I carried in the small of my back was no comfort at all.

Mali’s people unloaded the trucks and stacked the goods on the side of the road. He carefully checked the boxes and opened a few to see what they contained. There were medical supplies, ammunition and food. I counted out his money on the top of the crates, then the additional ten thousand on the side. He watched carefully as I did so. He touched nothing but he looked me in the eye and he said, “We do good business Mr. smart American businessman. You have kept your word. That means much, but it is not enough. You have showed your courage and walked into the den of the lion. If you ever return here the lion will eat you. Deli will do our business now, only Deli. Do you understand?”

“Yes”. I said.

“I know about your other men and your machine guns and your claymores. It is a wise thing to be cautious. There is much death right here, right now, if we had not done good business. I think you can shoot your forty-five too”. You are a man. Do not return here.” He laughed, that deep laugh of his. I gave him the forty-five and he looked me in the eye again. “Yes” he said, “You are a man”.

They picked up the crates, some carried between two men and some carried on the heads of the women. They retreated back into the jungle and they were singing. I was in Bulgaria within a week and had the diamonds sorted and appraised. They were put on a tramp steamer and I went with them to Jerusalem and the deal was made. I put one point three million in Euros into our Swiss account. In three months this will happen again, and every three months after that, as long as Mali can supply the industrials. I think he can, at least for a while. It is a harsh land with harsh men and one never knows. I think Mali might be about 27 or so. 

She had moved her panties off to the side and was openly masturbating and her juices flowed freely. One hand pinched her nipples, first one then the other. Her eyes were closed and she began to moan. I poured myself another cup of coffee and sat watching her.

She opened her eyes and looked into mine. “Please baby can I have it now. Please let me suck your cock. I need to suck your cock.”

I was rock hard. “No”. “Tell me about tonight”.

“I spoke to them yesterday and invited them for dinner and some play. They were excited about the possibilities that I presented to them. They will be here at six. I told them how important our privacy is to us and that they were not to tell anyone where they were going and they agreed. I don’t think they are very smart and I doubt very much if they suspect anything at all.”

She crawled across the bedroll on her knees and unbuttoned my Levies and pulled them down to my knees. My shorts followed and my cock was sticking straight out into her face. “Please baby”? 

I stood there with a cup in one hand and my pants down to my ankles and looked into her eyes, those deep blue eyes with the little golden flecks in the center.

“No. You may stroke me. You may not suck me.” “Your bullshit has put us at risk, worse than that, these assholes nearly killed you. Remove your top; I want to cum on your breasts. You will not taste my cum, not today. You will let it dry there and ride home topless.”

 “Thank you” she said and she began to stroke my cock with practiced hands and soon I was shooting all over her breasts and her stomach.” “Can I lick it clean? Please?”

“No, use the scarf”. There was no passion or satisfaction for either one of us. It was a simple function, nothing more.

Twenty minutes later we were in the saddle and on our way back home. She is such a striking woman. I hated the mark on her neck and the still raised welts that crisscrossed her back where the whip had cut her tender flesh. There was one line that extended to her left breast and it was bruised black and angry looking.

“D you want me to tell you what they did to me now”?

“No. I can see some of it. The story will wait to be told when they are here.”

We rode into the yard and dismounted in front of the house. I took her reins and walked to the barn. I unsaddled both horses, gave them a good rub down and turned them loose in the coral. I tossed in a couple of good sized flecks of hay and stood leaning on the fence with one foot up on the bottom rail. I stood there for a long time and Trigger came over and offered his nose showing his concern. He sensed my inner turmoil no doubt. I stroked his velvet muzzle and spoke softly to him. He turned away finally and I went on up to the house.

She had laid out a light lunch, salad and Riesling. I went to the sink in the kitchen and washed my hands and face and then joined her at the table.

“Tell me about pain” I said.

“I told you this already”.

“Tell me again”.

“Alright, at first, in the beginning I thought it was pain being inflicted on me that turned me on and it did, however it was nothing at all, like the satisfaction I got from inflicting pain on her. I was constantly wet and flowing. It was like a continual orgasm and she was wet too. She loved the whip and I found that I just could not get enough of hurting her. He had to stop me in the end. I was totally drained and sweat was pouring down my body. It was after that they strung me up and did all this to me. Up until then it was all very pleasant and light weight. Well, the whipping I gave her wasn’t light weight, but she did keep begging me for more and more. When he drug that knife across my throat I could feel the blood running freely down my neck and I was sure I was about to die. I peed all over myself and shit myself too. They just laughed. I was so terrified. I have never been that scared”. They left me hanging there for hours and I cried myself out. My skin was on fire. I could not scream for help as they had that ball gag in securely and a blindfold over my eyes too. They left me there all that day and came sneaking in very quietly so I was not aware of them until the whip cut me again, over and over. I remember someone hosed me down with very cold water. They stuck the hose inside me for a short period, in my pussy and in my ass too. The pressure was not great but it did fill me quickly. I totally voided myself when they pulled it out. They just laughed. It was then that I decided that you must know. I want to hurt them baby. I want to hurt them back, just like they hurt me.”

“You do know what you are asking and what will happen if we are caught? We could go to prison for life.” I may have to kill these people.”

“I don’t care anymore. I only know I must make them pay for what they did. It is justice. Will you do it? Will you help me?”

“Yes”. “I want you to go get some rest. I need to go to the basement and check the preparations. Everything must be correct. You must also do precisely what I tell you at all times without question. When in their presence you will say nothing at any time. Do you understand?”

“I understand”.

“Go. I will join you in a little while”.

They drove into the yard in a Mercedes, a stupid car, for fifteen miles of dirt road. I watched from concealment as she greeted them and they all went into the house. I waited an hour.

When I came into the dining room I had my little twenty-two automatic in one hand and the big forty-five in the other. I could see the fear in them and he stood and started to say something. I shot him with the twenty-two, through the thick part of his calf and he screamed and went to the floor. She just sat there, not moving a muscle.

In a very calm voice I told him to shut up and he did. He was holding his leg and there was a little blood coming out between his fingers. “Don’t say a word and listen closely” I said. “That was the little gun, intended for pain. The big gun will put a hole in you that goes in like a quarter and comes out like a dollar, if you understand, then just nod. One word will be your last. Do you understand?”

They both nodded and I noticed that he had pissed his pants.

I want you to think of me as the fourth horseman of the apocalypse. The pale horse, and on his back rode death, and hell traveled with him. Baby give him your napkin, he is bleeding on the floor. I am sure the bullet went clean through. It is a rather fast little bullet and I did not use the hollow points. Dump some peroxide in it and then go get the first kit and bind it up.

I sat across from the woman and sampled some of her dinner. “You are about to experience some rather life changing events. Some of these events you are familiar with some of them you will not be. You no longer have any identity at all. You belong to me now. Every single cell in your bodies, every fucked up thought in your stupid heads, it’s all mine. I sincerely doubt that you will live through this experience and frankly I don’t really care. You might though, with effort, the proper behavior, and respect. You will have to work very hard at pleasing me and doing precisely what you are told or I will simply kill you out of hand. Nod if you understand me.”

They both nodded. I could hear her pee hit the floor. I guess I had their attention. I helped myself to a piece of sourdough and munched on it as the wound was cleaned and bound. The little pistol never wavered and they had a very hard time looking anywhere else. 

“I bet that little hole hurts like hell” I said.

“I’m going to fuck you up man, real bad,” he screamed at me.

I put two quick rounds into the floor, right between his legs.

“That could have been your balls asshole. I suggest you just sit there and shut up”.

“Now you two are going to clean up this fucking mess you have made all over our dining room floor. You will lick it ALL up”.

“The hell I will” he yelled at me and I shot him in the other calf.

“Plug up that hole too baby. This guy seems to be a little slow in learning.”

The woman was down on the floor licking up her piss.

Soon he was cleaning up his piss and blood off the hardwood floor too. He was angry. Indeed, he was a want to be tough guy. He actually thought he was tough. Perhaps he was, in some city, but not here. Here he was on my turf and I know every inch of it. When they finished I took them to the basement at gunpoint. I had her handcuff him by the neck into the little cage. He had to crawl into it. His hands were cuffed behind him and she put the duct tape over his mouth. I could see the fury in his eyes. The woman went into the upright cage gagged and handcuffed too. I left her free to wander the small space. They were both stark naked. We left them like that and went back to the house turning off the lights as we went. It is very dark in that basement. *

That night I drove the Mercedes out to an old mine shaft about thirty miles away and pushed it in. I planted a few small charges around the rim and set them off, burying the car in rock and rubble. The dull thump of the charges could hardly be heard at all. No one would ever find it, but I left no prints and I had taken dirt roads all the way and no one had seen us. We rode back together each lost in their own thoughts. It was nearly three am when we finished and I had done the little repairs in the floor where the bullets had left little creases. When I was done you couldn’t tell it had ever happened. She mopped the floor and cleaned up the dishes from dinner and all was back to normal once again. Well, sort of. We now had two house guests living in our basement dungeon. We were both very tired and slept together soundly and well. We did not make love that night.

I was out feeding the horses before daylight as usual and she slept in. When I came in the coffee was done and I started making the preparations for some omelets with mushrooms, green chilies and Swiss, nothing fancy. I threw a pound of bacon in the skillet.

She came in about thirty minutes later and poured herself a cup and steamed a little milk for a latte. I put the breakfast on the kitchen table, got a picture of orange juice out of the refrigerator and sat down with her. Right about then the muffins popped up in the toaster. Figures; I had forgotten about the muffins. I buttered them up and sat down again. She was reading her book so I said nothing. 

“What’s on for today”? She said.

“From what you told me this asshole is straight, and a mean bastard. Today is his first day of basic training. It won’t take long to break him of the attitude. He really is just a punk trying to be something he is not. She needs pain to get off so she gets none until she earns it. No food at all today just water”.

“Interesting idea, May I make a suggestion?”

“Sure”.

“Make her suck him off over and over all day. Make him sore as hell”.

“I like it. Tonight is going to be a very hard night for them both. I don’t want them to sleep all day for any reason and I want them tired and weak for tonight”.

We went down to the basement and flipped on the lights, the bright stark white lights. They were awake and looking at us with fear in their eyes. I took the hose off the wall and hosed them both down good with cold water. They both tried to wiggle away of course but they had nowhere to go. They were both covered with goose bumps when I finished.

“I have a movie for you to watch this morning”. I said.

She had settled in on the couch and I popped the tape into the VCR. She had the popcorn and we munched while the tape fired up. The image that came up on the big screen was a news broadcast from this morning that I had recorded. It showed the remains of a house fire in Phoenix. 

“Early this morning at approximately three am, this home was attacked by arsonist. This is another, in a series of arson fires that have been plaguing the valley. This one was a little different as apparently magnesium flares were used and when the fire department applied water the fire was aided by the water and spread rapidly. The owners of the home were not at home at the time and so far all attempts to locate them have been to no avail. The house is a total loss.”

I shut off the VCR. 

“Sometimes it is a good thing to know people who know how to do things and do them right”. I said 

“You need to understand clearly that you belong to us now. You have no past, and there is no link between you and this place anywhere on earth. You will not be located or traced to this place. You will not leave this place, ever. You will do as you are told instantly, without question or you will die and no one will ever know you have died or care that you are dead. I may not kill you quickly and you will wish that I did. There will be times that you will pray for death. This is futile. Your living or dying is totally dependent on me. There is no way out. There is no escape. You will think there might be. You will think you have a chance. You have no chance at all. You are on my ground and I own you. Any resistance will be met with harsh punishment. Cooperation will get you privileges. Food is a privilege and will be earned. So far you have earned nothing at all and you will not be fed today. Today you get only water. You, asshole, will feed her your protein. She will suck your cock over and over and you will feed her. This is all that will keep her alive. You will give and you will suffer so that she may live. In a moment you will be brought out of your cages and the tape will be removed from your mouths. You will note the two dog dishes in front of you filled with water. You may drink the water. You will not use your hands. You will lap it up as a dog would, as for the moment; you are lower than a dog. You will not speak a single word. If you do punishment will be quick and sure. You, asshole will have your silly little wounds treated. We can’t have infection now can we? One sound, one word from either one of you, will get you both a bullet. The bullet can come from either gun at anytime. Make no mistake here. I will shoot you, and I will cause you pain, such as you have never imagined, if you fail to do precisely what you have been instructed to do. You will not sleep today. To sleep is to die. You bitch, will suck his cock, make him cum and drink every drop. Should you miss a drop I will shoot a hole in your leg. Bullets hurt. They hurt a great deal. Once he has cum you will do everything in your power, use every skill to make him hard again and make him cum again. This is your food. There will be no other food for you. This entire room is wired for sound and video. If we are not here, we are watching. We are always watching. You will not talk to each other without instruction to do so. I will know if you even so much as whisper. Once the tape is removed not one word will be spoken, or I will shoot you. These instructions are clear and easy to follow. Do as you are told and earn the right to live.”

“Baby you may now let them out. Let them have some time with their water and treat his wounds. The handcuffs remain in place, behind them.”

She went to her cage first and the bitch crawled out and went right for the water bowl. She lapped it up as quickly as she could. She couldn’t quite get to the bottom of the bowl and was obviously frustrated. She made no sound.

He could hardly move at all but he too made it to the bowl and lapped up as much as he could reach. She removed the bandages, cleaned and dressed the bullet wounds and came and stood by me. I grabbed his cuffed hands from behind and attached them to the overhead chain fall and winched him to his feet so that only his toes were touching the floor. He was bent at the waist. The pressure on his shoulders must have been tremendous. I secured his feet to the rings on the floor. I grabbed a handful of her hair and dragged her over to him and secured her head in front of his cock. There was little room for her to move. She too was anchored to the floor.

“What’s the matter asshole? Can’t get it up” Perhaps this will help.”

I took a two inch diameter butt plug, lubed it up and pushed it into his ass. I secured it with duct tape. He screamed his outrage and I hit him on the side of the head with the pistol. Not hard, just a little love tap. I jammed a Viagra pill into his mouth and put the tape back. He was trying to wiggle away but there was nowhere for him to go. His breathing was ragged and the anger and humiliation was there in his eyes.

“You may begin bitch” I said, and she took his cock in her mouth. It was interesting watching her trying so hard with no hands.

We have a small kitchen in our dungeon and I asked for a latte. The smell was overpowering in that small space and we sat on the couch and watched them struggle to do their assigned tasks. I got hard just watching that bitch suck that cock from limp to hard. She had talent that one. Before long he was pumping his hips forward, deep into her throat. She had nowhere to go, and though she gagged continuously there was no respite. I was looking right in his eye, when he came, deep in her throat. To her credit she did not pull away of spill a single drop. He was crying, tears running freely down his face, humiliation and pain but most of all, a very deep anger. I saw in him the capacity to kill. Those thoughts were racing across his mind now and I could see them as if they were a movie. I would have to be very careful with this young man. When he withdrew from her mouth she looked sideways at me. She could not turn her head away from his crotch but she had a look of satisfaction, something very puppy-like as though she expected a treat or a reward. I pointed at his crotch and she began again, licking his balls and his cock. Taking the soft member into her mouth and sucking then letting it go and kissing and licking all around it, she soon had it hard again and she began again to take him deep. The Viagra was doing its trick. He could not help himself he started thrusting again but the look in his eyes told the story. He hated what was happening. 

“Stop” I said, and she did with him still deep in her throat. Her breathing was coming in gasps through her nose. 

“Here darling, I said as I handed her the pistol. Any resistance at all, one single word, you will shoot. Do you have any issues with that?”

“Not a single one.” She said.

I refilled the water bowls on the floor, released the woman from her rather awkward position, allowed her to drink then secured her to our special chair. I secured her arms and legs with the attached clamps. There are openings on that chair that allow total access to any orifice. I placed the portable full length mirror directly in front of her. She had shoulder length dark brown hair and I shaved it all off leaving her with a smooth skull. She cried silently as her hair fell to the floor all around her. I shaved off her eyelashes and all the hair hiding her pussy. I took great care there as I could see her clit was rock hard and needing attention. I did not touch it though she tried to wiggle her ass so that I would. Her ass of course did not move at all. The waist straps held her securely. I put a small ball gag in her mouth and secured it. She could not speak but it was not so painful that her jaw was stretched. I attached the strong nipple clamps and she screamed through her gag when I did. I added a half ounce of weight to the chain between the clamps and she screamed again. I got the special dildo out and lubed it up well. This dildo has a hole, right down the middle to allow the wearer to pee and has a very powerful vibrator. It is about one and a half inches in diameter and about 8 inches long. I inserted it to the hilt without preamble and secured it with duct tape. She tried to get away and though her head was firmly secured with the forehead strap she moved it from side to side the little bit that she could. I cleared the pee hole and placed a galvanized bucket in front of her to catch any emissions. I turned on the vibrator to the lowest possible setting. She stopped moving when the vibrations hit her cervix. Her breathing settled down. I attached the small dildo to the fuck machine and placed it for clear access to her ass. This dildo is only a half inch in diameter and eight inches long. I lubed it generously, lubed her ass, and started the machine. I watched carefully as it entered her and made the adjustments to the machine. It would take a full two minutes to enter her and a full two minutes to exit. I left the mirror where it was so she could watch every bit of it. She had an intense climax and the fluids spurted out the pee hole, and went into the bucket. Through the humiliation in her eyes there lived the anger and the fear.

“I’ll take the pistol I said. You have five minutes with the asshole.” I sat on the couch to watch. 

His cock was still very hard and sticking straight out in front of him. He could not help but thrust forward. There was no relief, only air.

She walked right up to him and grabbed his balls and squeezed them real hard. He screamed into the duct tape but she just squeezed harder. I thought she was going to rip his balls right off. Suddenly, she let go and started slapping his cock, over and over, and hard. That cock just stood straight out in front of him and he kept screaming. He was about seven inches and probably nearly two in diameter. She stopped abruptly, turned and grabbed a bull whip off the rack on the wall and she started laying into him, with a will. 

The rack on the wall had custom made whips from all over the world. Bull Whips and flogs, quirts and buggy whips. There were nearly a hundred to choose from. There were racks of leather devices and a variety of restraints and chain, in different weights, and chromed. A large cabinet with glass doors housed a collection of dildos in many sizes and butt plugs, strap on harnesses, nipple clamps, torture devices for cock and balls, and chastity devices. There was a wardrobe that contained male and female clothing, some in leather, latex or silk. There are posts and crosses, benches, tables, and devices to suspend the subject from the ground. It had cost us nearly a half a million dollars to construct and equip this dungeon. The operating theatre and medical supplies another two hundred thousand. A small kitchen and toilet facilities and drains in the floor. The floor was done in a nice blue tile. Medical monitors and surgical instruments were in their own small side room that also was a complete operating theatre. A cabinet full of drugs in variety and catheters and IV sets. Everything to deal with any possible medical emergency or surgical procedure had been carefully researched and supplied. The main room was fifty-feet by fifty-feet though the entire room was round. Everything about this dungeon was done with taste and style. Nothing was overlooked. Every open space on the walls and the ceiling were covered with mirrors. The ceiling was twenty feet high and above that it was another fifteen feet to the surface. I doubt if there has ever been such a room constructed in America to match this one. Perhaps, in the Middle East, somewhere, some Arab Sheik had built something like this, but not here. 

The second room was filled with electronics and was run by two computer systems. A rack of monitors and a sound system and recording devices. There is a large backup generator that activates when there is the slightest power failure. Everything was completely controlled from the humidity to the temperature. Video and audio feeds went from this room to the main house in concealed underground bundles of fiber optic cable. Everything was in high definition and monitors were installed all over the big house. It took a special access code to activate these monitors to this room. Without this code they were just television units, hooked up to a satellite feed. While I was at it I installed a satellite phone system that was encrypted for secure overseas communication. This second room was as high tech as money could buy and was an additional two hundred and fifty thousand dollars. The labor was brought in from the east coast, all expenses paid and bonuses paid for silence. The people I hired were the best there are and they brought it all in two weeks ahead of schedule. As far as they were concerned this was an underground theatre we were building. The entire project was completed in six weeks. From the outside, there is no evidence at all that this project ever happened. Whenever required, the surface ground was put back in its original condition with local flora replanted and the ground treated and tendered by experts. I own some heavy equipment and we had all we needed. No one visited us during this time. For all appearances and in fact even under very close inspection this project never happened. All in all we had over a million dollars invested in this project and neither one of us gave a damn about one single penny.

The whip she chose was a rather beautiful whip made from the hide of a red kangaroo in Australia by a master whip maker. Personally I liked the Sambock from Africa that was made from hippo hide. It was courser and much more utilitarian.

 All over his back and arms, buttocks and legs angry welts appeared. Blood ran freely from some of the welts. I stood up and grabbed her hand to stop her and she tried to get away so she could continue. She was in a blind, mindless fury, and I picked her up and threw her down on the couch and held her there until she settled down. 

“I wanted to kill him you know. She said. I wanted to hurt him and keep on hurting him. I kept Cumming and Cumming over and over. I’m ok now. I’ll be ok. I think he passed out. I’m so sorry baby. I just lost it. He hurt me so bad, so fucking bad. It was like the whip was striking me each time I struck him. What is happening to me? What have I done? What have these people done to me, to make me like this? I don’t understand any of it. Help me baby, please help me”.

I held her close and rocked her while she cried on my chest. Her panties were soaked and her thighs were glistening with her juices. She was covered in sweat. The whole event had not taken four whole minutes.

“I want you to go up to the house baby, run a hot tub and soak. Don’t think about this. Just get your mind blank. Meditate. We are going to work through all of this and we will do it together. The answers are with these two and I will have the answers. Go now. I will be along in a little while.”

When she had left I let him down and laid him flat on the floor. I put salve on his wounds, cleaned and dressed the bullet holes. Then I shaved all the hair from his body. Head, eyebrows, balls and crotch, even his legs. I cut him a couple of times on his balls and there was a little blood. I put some iodine on the wounds. I slipped some crotch less panty hose on him and then I put him in a kneeling position facing the bench. The bench had a hole, right in front of him and his still hard cock was free, yet could touch nothing. I secured him face down, his face looking down through the hole in the bench. It was well padded and his knees were cushioned. His legs were securely attached to the rings in the bench. He could not move at all. I removed the tape from his mouth and replaced it with a small ball gag. I positioned several mirrors so that he had a clear view of his ass. I removed his butt plug and dropped it into a bucket which I placed under his face so that he could see and smell it. Then I put the second fuck machine behind him and set it up. I attached a small dildo; eight inches long and a half inch in diameter and set the machine on slow as I had set hers, two minutes in and two minutes out; slow and easy. As the dildo entered his ass he was startled awake and tried to get away. He was bucking franticly but could not move at all and the dildo kept moving forward. He screamed and cursed as best he could around the ball gag. 

I slapped him on the back of the head and he shut up. He was whimpering now. His breathing was better.

“You think you are so macho, asshole. You think it is cool shit to beat on women. You think you are in control and are such a big man. Don’t seem that way right now does it? How do those panty hose feel on your smooth shaved legs asshole. How does that dildo feel sliding in and out of you? How does your whipped to shit back feel? You are being raped right now. That fucking asshole is mine and I can fuck it anytime I want. I am going to do just that too, so I want you to be thinking about just how good of a woman you will be for me when I do. All the things you think you are I am going to take from you. You will be a woman when I am through and you will beg to be fucked and to suck on a real mans cock. I may pull all of your teeth too just so you can learn to give good head. I will think about that. What does it look like seeing that dildo going in and out of you right now? How does it feel? Is it feeling good bitch? Your cock is hard. Would you like to touch your cock? Are you begging for someone, anyone to get you off, to simply touch your cock? Fucking air does not help at all does it? Oh I can see you driving forward desperately trying to get away from that thing in your ass. Soon you will be driving backward and begging for more and bigger. It is lunch time. I am going to enjoy a nice lunch and a bottle of wine with my wife now. You think about all of this, bitch. This is just the beginning.”

I checked on her to make sure she was doing ok and she was in a zone somewhere. I put on some African drumming at a very low volume and I dimmed the lights to soft yellow and I left them there, just like that.

She had lunch waiting for me and the big screen showed the entire basement. We had fish and a nice chardonnay and did not speak at all. We just watched the Television. There was some whimpering and some crying going on, mostly from him. I could tell she was playing with herself under the table.

“Let’s go take a nap”. I said. 

“I want you to fuck me and fuck me hard”.

“You never talked like this before baby. It is not becoming. You have always been a lady. I married a lady not some foul mouthed slut”.

“I’m sorry baby. Can we just go make love? Please?”

“It will be my honor my love”.

It was wonderful lying on those cool sheets, gently touching and exploring each other. It was one of those lost moments it time. Our lovemaking was gentle and considerate and she brought me carefully to orgasm. She never got there though lord knows I tried. She was crying softly on my chest after two hours of lovemaking.

“I can’t baby. I don’t know why. I just can’t. Something is wrong in my head. I know it.”

“It’s OK baby Shhhh, just go to sleep. It will be alright. We will do this together and we will find all the answers. I love you so much baby. I love you so much.”

She cried herself to sleep on my chest without saying another word.

When I awoke the sun was going down and I slipped out of bed, slipped on some shorts and went out to feed the horses. I glanced at the Monitor as I passed through the kitchen and they were sill secure. I cleaned the corral and brushed down both horses, fed them some hay and some grain and gave them each two carrots. They love carrots. We stood together and watched the sun go down. It was very quiet and very still. 

I went down to the basement and turned the lights up and killed the power on all the apparatus. They were both looking at me. His cock was still rock hard and he had been crying. She was wearing a look of contentment and her bucket, was half full, of cum and piss. I got her on her feet with some difficulty and chained her arms over her head to the post. She could hardly stand. I removed the dildo from her cunt and she smiled at me.

“I am now going to introduce you to my little friends. I said. I went over to the empty fish tank and with large tweezers I caught one and brought it over and put it before her eyes. This is a desert scorpion. They are small but rather effective. The sting will not kill you and unless you have an actual allergy they just hurt like hell. There is no known treatment other than Benadryl and even Benadryl does little for the pain. I have myself experienced the sting of these scorpions and I can tell you that it is much like standing on a hot coal or having a thousand wasp stings in the same place. I learned from an old native woman that if you take some tobacco, place it in the palm of your hand and spit on it, making a poultice and putting it directly on the site it will draw the poison right out and the pain goes with it, painless in about two minutes. Without this treatment the poison radiates for a rather great distance and affects muscle tissue and nerves as it does. This can last for several days and in some cases much longer.

Her breathing was very ragged and there was terror in her eyes as I passed the scorpion closely before them. I knelt quickly and placed the scorpion on her pussy and when she flinched and tried to pull away the tail came over the top of its body and the stinger entered her, quite near her clit. She screamed and she continued to scream and I caught up my little friend and put him back in his tank.

 Then I put the chastity device on her and caged her cunt and clit so she had no way to touch either one. I locked the device and pocketed the key. 

I released him too and chained him to the post with his back to it in a sitting position, the chain around his neck and his hands cuffed in front of him. He was looking at his cock and the panty hose and he went for his cock with his hands. I slapped his face hard and yanked his arms above his head. I chained his hands to the post. 

“Well Bitch, I said, how was that ass fucking? Did you enjoy it? Was it good? I bet you really want to cum now don’t you? 

He nodded his head up and down quickly and rapidly. His eyes were pleading and his breathing was raspy. 

I walked around the post and looked her in the eye. I bet you are mighty thirsty aren’t you. She nodded her head several times. From now on you will be called Butch and everything you do will be masculine. You will never touch your clit again. 

And you bitch your new name is Susie and everything you do will be feminine. Would you like to cum Susie?

Susie nodded her head up and down quickly.

“Then you will drink the bucket that Butch has prepared for you. You will drink every last drop. If you do I will let butch suck you off so he may have a drink too. Are we clear?”

Susie nodded her head.

I slid a tube around the ball gag and attached a funnel to it. I started pouring the contents of the bucket into the funnel. She had to swallow continuously to try to keep up but still she choked and some came out her nose. She kept at until the bucket was empty and I removed the tube. 

“To bad you did not drink it all bitch now butch gets no drink and you don’t get to cum.” “I guess you will need to meet my little friends too” and he started shaking his head from side to side. I retrieved a new scorpion from the tank and passed it before his eyes and he flinched and tried to pull away. I dropped that scorpion on his balls and it stung him immediately and he too was screaming at the top of his lungs. I caught up the scorpion and returned it to the tank.

Neither one of them could quit screaming. The pain must have been horrid and intense.

“I bet it hurts like hell I said. It is not going to get any better for several days either.” This is what happens for minor disobedience. I suggest you obey every command if you would like to avoid this in the future.”

We left them there, screaming into their ball gags for the next two hours. Finally they had screamed themselves out but I knew damn well that the pain from those stings had not lessened one bit. When I came back into the room they were whimpering and crying. I can’t say that I blamed them. 

I hooked up the twelve lead EKG to Butch, the blood pressure cuff, and put the oxygen saturation sensor on her finger. The EKG looked normal without any spiking at all. O2 Saturation was at 94 and blood pressure was 120/80. Heart rate at 80, all well within normal range or close enough. Other than some bruising on her nipples and breasts from the nipple clamps she did not appear to be too bad off. 

“I am going to remove your ball gag as I imagine your jaw could use a rest. You will not speak one word or I will put it back and leave it there for the next two days. I will be asking you some questions which you will answer with short succinct answers. I will also allow you one and only one question. You will not ask your question until I tell you too. I suggest you think carefully about what your question will be. I want you to look carefully around this room. This is your new home. This room is the most complete dungeon I could devise. There are things stored in those cabinets that I am quite sure you have never heard of or experienced. The entire room is wired for sound and video and there are monitors placed strategically throughout our house. You are under constant surveillance. Make no mistake should you do anything at all that you have not been instructed to do you will be severely punished. If you do as you are told you will be fed. You earn the right to life by doing what you are told. There is absolutely no escape. There is nowhere for you to go. This room is fifteen feet underground with only one entrance. There are two steel doors that are always locked and can only be opened with the proper code and key. Even if there actually was someone visiting us, which rarely happens anyway, no one could hear you. There are also booby traps and claymore mines. The collars on your necks I made special just for you. They have a small explosive charge in them and if I push this button on this control I wear around my neck, your heads will simply separate from your bodies. The entrance to this room is well concealed inside a rather large and old hollowed out Cedar tree that is over one hundred feet from our home and stands with eleven other cedars. It is very rocky ground all around that grove and there is no trail for anyone to find. All the services are underground and pass through another room about this size that contains backup systems and a generator. If you clearly understand everything I have said then nod. Remember not one word that I do not request.”

They both nodded with a will. 

“Baby if you are ready will you please bring down their dinner?”

I removed Butches ball gag.

“How old are you?”

“I am thirty two years old”.

“Do you have any medical conditions I need to know about and are you on any medications of any kind?”

“No”.

I slapped her face hard and quickly in one direction and backhanded her on the other side of her face. Tears formed immediately. 

“I am your Master Butch. When you speak to me you will always use that word. It is a sign of respect. Personally anyone who could end my life in a single heartbeat, I would respect, and obey”.

“Yes Master.”

“That’s better”.

“Are you married to Susie here”?

“No Master”.

“How long have you two been together?”

“For about five years now Master”.

“You are both sadists in the true sense of the word? You truly enjoy inflicting pain on others, to the extreme?”

“Yes Master”.

“Over the years how many innocent people have you drawn in, manipulated and hurt badly?”

“I think about twenty-two people Master though there could have been more.”

“Answer this question, and you damn well better answer truthfully or I will kill you on the spot. Have you ever killed anyone with this sadistic behavior and if so describe the events?”

“There was a young man two years ago that we whipped to death Master. I think he had a weak heart.”

“Were there others?”

“Yes master. There was a woman that we asphyxiated. It was an accident it just went too far Master. We cut the throat of a man of about fifty who loved to cross dress. He bled a lot. There was also a woman of about thirty who we starved to death. That one took a long time Master. She only weighed 40 pounds when she died Master”.

“Tell me about the killings in detail. I want to know how you felt about it too”

I heard the door open and she came in carrying two bowls of steamed vegetables and set them on the counter. Then she sat on the couch without saying a word. She was wearing a red corset bound tightly and spiked thigh high patent leather boots. She had crotch less panties on in red silk and I could clearly see her vagina when she sat. Her entire face was painted in reds and black and she looked like some sort of Amazon warrior woman. I was instantly hard and glad I was sitting. She had a black leather quirt in her hand which she was tapping lightly on her boot in no particular rhythm. 

“You may go on.”

“The first one was the best and we learned a lot Master. We had a basement dungeon too and we had to install the largest industrial garbage disposal we could find on the big sink Master. He was a small man and he sectioned up nicely. We had a surgical table, like in the morgue, and all the fluids went right down the drain Master. Of course we had to cut him up into pretty small pieces Master. We drank his blood together, cup after cup and I loved it Master. I had constant orgasms as I put him down the disposal Master. The best part was cutting his head into small pieces Master. I did it with a hatchet. I tasted some of his raw brains too. They were sort of pink and oily but I really had a huge orgasm when I tasted him Master.” “Sometimes we would cook the flesh and eat it too. It is much better when cooked. It tastes like roast Pork Master, and we would sometimes cook a roast loin and spice it with sage and rosemary, Master. We never kept any parts around for more than one day Master. It is so much better when it is fresh Master.” “Roger, I mean Susie, was an artist at getting people to come and play and leave no trace or connection to us. No one ever found out Master.” “Your wife was our only mistake, in five years, Master. I still don’t know quite how she got away but when she called and invited us here we were going to finish the work and take her home in the trunk of the Mercedes. That was the plan Master. We did not know you were here Master.”

I looked over at her and she was freely masturbating and her fluids were running down her thighs. She had a glazed look in her eyes.

“You may ask your question now”.

“Do you kill them too Master? Can I help Please? I will do anything you say Master, just let me drink the blood and help you, Please Master?”

“If I allow you to eat human flesh or drink blood it will come from Susie. If Susie does not obey every single command I will start to remove parts and feed them to you. If you do not obey every command I will remove your parts and feed them to Susie. You may also do this by agreement. You may sacrifice any part you choose for the pleasure of the other. I am a rather good medic and you will not die until I choose to let you die. I suggest you get it out of your mind that this is a good idea. It is not. Nothing you have done comes remotely close to the things I have witnessed in Africa. They take torture as an art and they are damn good at it. I watched a man take a living, beating, heart from a woman and eat it while she watched and died. I watched a man buried to the neck in an ant hill have his eyes eaten out of his head and go mad. They let him go, too wander blind, and crazy in the jungle. I saw a woman staked out on the banks of a river and the gators swarmed and ate her. No, you know nothing of torture. These examples are far from the worst. I was a combat medic and I did two tours. There is little I have not seen one man do to another and little about the treatment of severe combat wounds I have not done. There are things that are much worse than death Butch. I suggest you keep that in mind at all times. Do you understand me?”

“Yes Master.”

I stood with my clipboard and glanced at her as I went to stand in front of Susie. She was still masturbating, oblivious to me.

I hooked up the monitors and checked Susie out. Oxygen Saturation was at 92, a bit low, probably the ball gag. Blood pressure was at 160/100; probably the Viagra and I knew I needed to get it down. Heart rate was good. The wounds were angry looking and I was worried about infection. His balls were very red and inflamed from the scorpion sting. 

Ok Susie, I am going to remove your ball gag now and ask you some questions. You too will be given the chance to ask one question of me. I suggest you think carefully about that question. If I hear one word of defiance I will remove a finger and feed it to butch. Do you understand me? Just nod.

I removed the gag and sat on the chair in front of him.

“Is what Butch just told me the entire truth?”

“No Master.”

“What did he leave out”.

“Butch never knew that I had a partner before her, I mean him. She was weak and got scared. We killed three people before I caught on to her weakness, and I killed her too. That was when I began to crave human flesh. She was the first person I ever cooked and ate Master.”

“How long did you hold my wife before she got away?”

“We had her for four days Master. I was breaking her mind slowly, Master.”

“Did you intend to kill her too? I suggest you tell me the truth Susie.”

“Yes Master. We were going to cut her throat on the day she escaped. She knew it was coming. I had been telling her for two days how we would do it and that we were going to eat her too. She was a strong one though. I don’t think I completely broke her mind and she got away. I don’t know how she did that Master.”

“I see. You have always been very macho, quite the controlling man, always in perfect control. Is this true?”

“Yes Master, it is true”.

“Have you ever had anything in your ass before today?”

“No, Master, never.”

“Tell me how you felt about what happened to you today.”

“I was angry Master and I was humiliated and I wanted to get my hands around your throat and kill you Master. The butt plug hurt me badly and the fuck machine was horrible. I could not get away from it and I needed to cum so badly and I couldn’t do it. It took so fucking long to get in and get out of me. I felt every bit of it the whole time and I hated it. I hated you Master. I thought I was going to die when you made me drink her piss. I have never been so humiliated. All I could think about was just touching my cock and getting off and Killing you. I need so badly to cum Master even now. The fucking scorpion sting is like a fire that won’t go away in my balls. It fucking hurts man and all I can think about is killing you for this shit”.

“Do you have any medical conditions I should be aware of or are you on any medications?”

“No Master.”

“Are you going to do precisely what you are told, Susie, and earn the right to live?”

“Yes Master I will do what you tell me no matter what. I want to live Master.”

“Do you think you deserve to live Susie?”

“I don’t know Master.”

“Do you think that anything you have done was wrong?”

“I suppose so Master, depending on how you look at it. I felt no remorse at all Master. It was art to me Master.”

“Did you feel nothing at all for those you have killed? Did they matter to you at all?”

“No Master. They were just subjects to me, a work of art, waiting to become a masterpiece, Master.”

“You may ask your question now Susie. I suggest you remain polite.”

“I don’t care about her. Not one bit. I will enjoy watching whatever you do to her. I want to know what you intend to do with me Master.”

“Well Susie that is a very intelligent question. I suspect you do wish to know. Since anticipation is such a useful tool I am going to answer you. First I am going to get you very healthy let your wounds heal completely. You will be kept in the larger cages for the next week or so while this happens. You will be fed and watered twice a day and your diet will be strictly monitored. Your food will contain female hormones. You will begin to feel more and more the woman Susie and you will eventually grow tits. Butch’s food will contain Male hormones and she will become more aggressive and macho. Butch will grow muscle, you will grow tits. If you don’t eat you will be force fed. You will always be chained when you are in your cages so that you have very limited use of your hands. You will never touch your cock again Susie. You will cum or not at my pleasure. Before long it won’t even matter to you Susie, you see I am going to castrate you, remove your balls and cut that cock right off you and you can both share the fucking meal. You are going to be a fucking woman Susie in the truest sense I can devise.”

“You Cock sucking, fucking, mother fucker, I am going to fucking Kill you. I swear I will kill you. I fucking swear it.”

I stuffed a dirty rag in his mouth and he was still trying to scream at me. He was wiggling all over and there was anger and fear in his eyes. I took out the pruning shears and cut off his little finger just above the second knuckle and he screamed into his gag. I walked over to Butch and stuffed the finger into her mouth.

“You will chew this slowly and you will swallow every bit.” I said.

She made no attempt to speak and she began chewing.

“Susie just lost the finger for bad behavior. You get to eat it for good behavior”.

I secured his hand and carefully cauterized each vessel. Then I cleaned it carefully and bandaged the hand.

“I bet that hurt”. I said.

I glanced over at her and her eyes were clear and focused right on him. There was no anger there at all, Just a sort of curiosity. She was playing with herself and she was very wet but she wasn’t really masturbating. I guess she had satiated herself.

“Well Susie I think I am going to have to introduce you to one of my other little friends. I simply will not tolerate your mouth. I took a wire cage from the wall and placed his head in it and locked it in place. It was more like a hood actually. There is a two foot long tunnel of wire attached to the front and another small cage on the other end with a door on top. Right in front of his face there is a little sliding door that once removed provides a clear passage to the other end. I secured the entire device and his head so that it was level and he could not move his head at all.

I went to the other fish tank and carefully caught up the snake by the tail and carried it over and dropped it into the far cage and closed the door. The snake coiled immediately and was facing right down that tube. Susie tried to move and began to scream it terror and I slapped him hard on the back of the head to shut him up.

“I don’t know what you might know about snakes’ asshole, but if I were you I would stay very still, and very quiet. This particular snake is a Mojave Green Rattlesnake. The bite is painful and vicious. Most of the time if treated with anti-venom quickly enough the victim will survive though there is often Permanente tissue and nerve damage. If bitten in the face it is quite likely the victim will die, no matter what the treatment. Venom in the eyes will cause blindness and a great deal of pain. If bitten on an extremity such as a leg, the leg will turn black and often swell to several times its normal size, All in all, a rather unpleasant experience.

I touched the snake with a small stick through the wire mesh and it began to rattle fiercely.

“Personally I don’t like snakes. They scare the hell out of me. These do have a certain beauty though, don’t you think? Actually I don’t remember where I got the idea of this device. Perhaps a book I read somewhere. I don’t know. For your information, snakes can be milked of their venom which makes them pretty much harmless but the bite is still going to hurt like hell, swell terribly and take some serious treatment. One just can’t expect to get all the venom out. This snake has not been milked. 

I agitated the snake and it began to go down the tube towards his face. The snake was fully five feet long and nearly two inches in diameter. It stopped in front of the last barrier which was only four inches from Susie’s face. It coiled there.

Susie did not move a single muscle and her eyes were wide with terror. Her breathing was raspy and ragged though, and it agitated the snake. I hardly saw the strike it was so quick. The snake reared back, opened its mouth exposing those sharp, needle like, fangs and struck viciously at the wire in front of Susie’s face. Venom squirted out of the fangs though none of it quite reached his face. The snake was stuck on the wire with its mouth wide open and Susie totally lost it. Screaming and pissing and shitting, there was still nowhere for him to go. I took the cage off his head and he kept right on screaming. I caught up the snake and put it back in its cage which is of course visible from anywhere in the room. I threw in a live rat as a reward. The rat quickly found a corner and sat very still. The snake showed no interest at all. Susie was still screaming and shitting and pissing all over the place. 

I went and stood in front of Butch.

“I wonder if you are going to need the snake treatment too.” I asked.

She was screaming and pleading and shaking her head violently from side to side.

She was pissing all over herself. I guess I had her undivided attention.

“Then you must understand that I will tolerate no disrespect or disobedience. It is quite easy to remove the barrier between you and the snake and I will do so without hesitation. Nature has provided us with some rather interesting tools I think.”

I took Butch to her cage and secured her properly so that she could lie down and sleep on the thin matt. There was no blanket and her hands were secured in such a way that she could eat but very little else.

Then I took Susie to his cage and secured him the same way. I gave them their food and a bowl of water. Each cage had a toilet that they could barely reach much less use comfortably. There was no paper. They were both whimpering and crying and had assumed the fetal position. I can’t say I blamed them. 

Then I hosed down the room. I took her hand and led her from the room.

“Do you have anything to say?” I asked, as we climbed the stairs.

“I can’t talk about it now, baby. Something happened to me in that room just now that I can’t explain, even to myself. Can we just go and sit in the hot tub under the stars and have a nice glass of wine. I am so drained.”

“Of course darling, I would enjoy that.”

For the next two months we established a routine with our guests. They were only allowed four hours of sleep a day. They were required to shave all the hair off of each other each day. They were required to shower in cold water every day. They were never allowed to speak to one another for any reason and they never did. Once a day they were allowed outside to come and clean our home and clean the corrals, stalls and barn. They were never allowed near the horses at all. We fed them healthy foods with very little meat and laced the food with salt peter to reduce their sexual drives and of course the hormones. There was also a very small dosage of codeine to keep them somewhat mellow. For that first month there was no sex of any kind however Susie was always required to wear a butt plug for the majority of the day. These got progressively bigger of course. Susie wore the uniform of a French Maid and all items of clothing were very lacy and feminine. Butch helped to teach her how to properly apply makeup and she was required to be made up at all times. Since the eyebrows were shaved off they were painted on daily. Butch customarily wore a butler’s outfit though if they were working outside they wore Farmer John overalls and heavy boots. Butch was required to wear a strap on with a dildo attached at all times. They learned to treat us with great difference and respect and to ask permission to do even the smallest things. We kept them very busy at all times, sometimes doing something totally useless, such as digging a rather large hole and filling it up when they were finished. Every few days I would ask Susie if she was ready for her surgery yet, to keep it in the forefront of his mind. Every three days I would have Butch fuck Susie with a strap on dildo for an hour. Then she fucked his face for twenty minutes. He really hated that part. After another little visit with the snake though, he took it all, without complaint. There was no sexual satisfaction for either of them that I could discern, however it did seem as though Butch was getting more and more involved in the act and it became more forced and violent. Susie required a ball gag during these events. No one was interested in the bull shit that came out of her mouth, least of all me. Every couple of weeks I would give them the scorpion treatment for some real or imagined transgression. I always picked a tender part of their bodies such as the armpit or inner thigh. A scorpion sting is not a pain one ever gets used too. It is a constant pain and it does not go away quickly.

I spent a great deal of time studying the procedures for sex change operations. I took blood samples from them and oddly enough they were the same blood type. That was a relief actually. I determined that with a great deal of caution, I could remove his sexual organs and put them on her. I never told them that this was my intention. His anger was always there just under the surface, though the hormones did seem to be helping. He was a killer and I had no doubt whatsoever that this was a fact. 

She and I tried desperately to live a somewhat normal life though she was not able to enjoy sex at all, so we gave up on it. We talked about things we had never discussed before. She wanted to know all about my war experiences and reluctantly I told her. She asked how many men I had killed and how it happened. I told her the truth. There were 22 men that I know of for sure and 3 women. Being a medic I was still obligated to pick up a gun and had no issues at all when I did, if the situation demanded it. I saved a lot of lives in those days too. Some were friendlies, and some were not. She was always sexually excited and frequently masturbated when I related these stories. She also masturbated every time Butch fucked Susie with the Strap on. I never commented when she did this. I always watched her though as she had asked me too. I did not get sexually aroused during these sessions. I have never discussed any of those bad days with anyone and I was having my own issues talking about all of it now. Death and Killing is a very personal thing, at least to me. I told her all about the total terror and the gut fear a soldier feels and she told me she understood. I think she does. 

We rode our horses every day as we used to do and savored the natural beauty of our environment. We swam in the stock pond or the indoor pool and spent time in the hot tub too, of course. We both love water. Quiet evening walks or just standing very still with the horses as the sun went down. It is very remote where we live and no one would ever suspect us of anything at all. I was of course involved in some of the local politics and made sure donations were made where appropriate. I knew most of the local Sheriffs and they respected me and knew I respected them too. We were never bothered by anyone and of course our well known rule was invitation only, where guests were concerned. People respected our privacy.

Our meals were all prepared by our guests and they soon learned to cook gourmet foods to our particular tastes. They were never allowed to taste any of it nor were they given any alcohol. They drank water exclusively. They each made minor mistakes that required punishment of course. I would put them in what is known as a vac-u-sac. This is a plastic bag that the subject is placed in and the air removed. The Sac is entirely form fitting, and there is simply no movement at all. Then a total isolation hood is put in place and total sensory deprivation is achieved. Often these sessions lasted for several hours. This of course required careful monitoring and I always had the EKG machine hooked up, as well as other sensors. When the agitation became too much I would release them. These sessions got longer and longer as they became more and more accustomed to the procedure. 

I heard from Deli by email to inform me that the next diamond deal would be ready in about a month. He wanted to arrange a prior meeting in Bulgaria and I wrote him back to inform him that I simply could not get away. I asked him if I could book a flight for him to Phoenix and if he could stay a week at our place as I had some other business to discuss with him. He agreed. Deli and I go back many years. We are brother warriors and acknowledge that fact in each other. Deli is a veteran of a thousand skirmishes and ambushes in the Congo and took part in and stopped many of the atrocities that occurred in those days. I was on a covert assignment there when we met and we spent several months in the bush together. Though not particularly large in stature, he is a serious warrior when aroused, and not a man to ever take for granted or to take lightly.

I hired a limo service to pick him up at the airport and bring him out to the ranch. There was of course a nice Moet champagne chilled for him, for the two hour ride north and some caviar and cheeses too. Deli does have rather good taste whenever he has the chance. He is not spending nearly so much time in the Congo these days and has much more opportunity to enjoy the better things life has to offer. He is a wealthy man in his own right. Much of his money comes from human trafficking and now, the industrial diamonds. He has always stayed away from the drug trade and counterfeiting, both of which are common in Africa. Buying and selling people however is very lucrative, particularly with the availability of Middle Eastern buyers whose tastes seem to run the gambit.

He arrived just before sunset and we had cocktails served on the veranda by Susie, while Butch hovered, to be sure everything was perfect. They were the picture of the perfect servants. They were never introduced of course and Susie had been wearing heels long enough that her walk was acceptable. With the wig she was required to wear for this visit she was totally passable as a woman. We had been working on her voice too, of course, though she was not allowed to speak, except to answer a direct question. I noticed that Deli took note of the missing finger, something rather uncommon on a woman but he said nothing. 

Over the next few days we arranged to make the diamond transfer in Bulgaria. I was sending a long time friend and associate, Richard, whom Deli knew personally. Knowing who one is dealing with is a requirement in these types of things. Richard is a very accomplished diamond appraiser and Deli and I both knew the deal would be fair. Nobody in their right mind takes advantage in this business. The penalty is instant and severe, though of course the laws are all unwritten. Richard would have access to the required cash and Deli was completely satisfied with the arrangements. 

She of course was the perfect hostess, the perfect lady in all respects. She could be seen cutting fresh flowers from the garden in the mornings and making flower arrangements throughout the house. We both love fresh blossoms. She always chatted amiably at meals or on the short walks we took with Deli and he was taken by her all over again. They had first met in Switzerland several years before while we were on a skiing vacation in the Alps. Deli had met us there to discuss some mutual associates to determine if they were trustworthy enough to establish a deeper, more sensitive, business relationship. I had advised against it and was later proved correct. Two of these people were killed in Italy when a deal went wrong. They had made the stupid error of thinking they could take advantage. The price was paid. She has a way of making people very at ease. It was as if her old self had returned. Always smiling, shooting photos here and there and pointing out places of interest to Deli. She is an accomplished photographer and several of her best works are hanging around our house. The nightmares though, that woke her in the dark of night told a different and much more private story. I would hold her close and stroke her hair and offer what comfort I could. She would settle down after awhile and fall asleep on my chest. *

One morning Deli and I rode out horseback, by ourselves, and climbed up to Robbers Roost for the spectacular view that is offered there. We picketed the horses on the west side and made the climb to the cave that faces to the east. The cave is high up and looks directly at the beautiful red rock cliffs that surround Sedona. There is a natural window in the cave that is about eight feet in diameter that is nearly a perfect circle. I put together a hat full of fire and put the coffee on. When we had our coffee and were settled back in the shade I told him the whole story of what had happened to her and all about our guests.

“You surprise me my friend. Have you grown so old and soft? There was a time you would have removed the skin in little strips and taken days to do so, a long, lingering death involving amputations and flames. You left her alone with these two?

“There is little danger. They are securely chained in the bunker and of course the place is well booby trapped. I still know how to use claymores and have some other rather interesting surprises there too. Of course the entire bunker would automatically self destruct should they set off any of the traps. Who needs the bother or the evidence? There is no escape alive. I have the only keys and only I know the codes. Then there is the matter of the collars they wear. These are special collars that I made myself. They have a small explosive charge that when triggered the head will simply be removed. I carry the trigger around my neck. She is forbidden to go near them without me. She will not break that trust.

“She was always so gay and full of life. I am very sorry to hear of this. Of course if there is anything, anything at all, that I can do, you have only to ask?”

So I told him of my plans to alter the sexes of both of them and he laughed out loud.

“Oh that is rich my friend! Very good! You have lost nothing to the years. In fact I think you are better than ever.”

“I have been studying the procedure and it is pretty complex, though straightforward. I am worried about infection and miscalculation. I am good as you know, but I am not convinced I am good enough. I wonder if you might know a trustworthy surgeon who would come and do this for me. He would be well paid of course, particularly for his silence.”

“I know just the man. He is Jewish and lives in Israel and is well respected in his profession. He has a penchant for large sums of unaccountable Euros though and is completely reliable. He has altered the appearance of several clients of mine.”

“I wonder if perhaps you would mind changing your travel plans and having a private conversation with this man. Of course all your expenses are on my account and I presume you have the required time?”

“No problem my friend I still have about two weeks before I am required to be in “Belfast.”

“Belfast?”

“I doubt that business would be of any interest you” he said, and he laughed.

“There is another matter concerning these two. These are very bad people, my friend, and to live a life with any kind of comforts would not be appropriate. I am thinking about their disposal when I am finished with them of course. I would wish to smuggle them out of the country, perhaps through one of your pipelines?”

“That can be arranged. We could take them out through Seattle.”

“I was wondering if perhaps your brother Mali might wish to entertain them in Congo. He has such a way about him. He has forbidden me to return of course but I wondered if you might inquire?”

“My friend you are one devious bastard. I think that is why I love you as I do! You know Mali as a warrior and he knows you as a warrior too. He told me he liked you. He has never said that about a white man. He does not like white men. White men killed his wife and child, Mercenaries. He never caught them and it troubles him to this day. So most white men, he simply kills, out of hand. A man that had been transformed to become a woman would be harshly treated. Raped repeatedly of course by the tribe, fed little and treated as less than a dog. A woman who had been transformed into a man would be treated even worse. I like it! I will certainly inquire.”

”I must insist though that he does not simply kill them. He can do as he wills for as long as he likes but in the end, when he tires of them I want them infected with the aids virus. I want these two, too rot, and to die very slowly, and painfully. I also want regular reports and photos”

“This will cost a great deal of money as I am sure you are aware but I think all can be arranged”.

“The cost is not important. I will pay whatever it takes for as long as required. He is a man and he will understand my need for justice.”

“Indeed. I am sure you are right. He may be willing to do this for free. He hates the whites enough. No, I think he will agree. When would you like to get them to Africa?”

“I think six months after the surgery will probably do nicely.”

“It is a little thing my friend. You may consider it done. Is there more coffee perhaps”?

“There is, my thanks, of course. What do you think of this place?”

“I have never seen a place like this though the red soil is not uncommon in Africa the rock formations are magnificent. You also have well trained and well cared for horses, another thing I respect about you, my friend.”

“Horses are far better than many people.”

“Indeed.”

“Is there good hunting in this country?”

“Indeed there is, though I never hunt anymore.”

“That is sad. The heart of the hunter is the heart of a man”.

“I keep my shooting skills sharp of course but my hunts are over. I have killed my men as you well know. Here we hunt with a camera and appreciate the life we find in the bush that still runs wild and free”

“I know precisely how you feel my friend. I seldom hunt anymore either. I am not often in Africa these days. Most of my time is now split between Europe and Israel. When in Africa, though, particularly in Congo, a man hunts. Often a man hunts to live, as you know.”

“I think it is time to head back. Lunch will be served soon. Today it is fresh brook trout on wild rice. I think you will enjoy it. Shall we go?”

“We will speak no more of these matters. I will inform you of my findings using our code, on the encrypted system, when I have the details worked out. The surgeon is simply called Doctor or Doc, by those of us who have used his services. He prefers his anonymity and has no knowledge of our dossier on him. If it is not too much trouble though I would love to inspect your bunker, a fucking machine? What the hell is a fucking machine?” He laughed heartily.

“I think you will love what I have done with the decor!”

We rode back to the ranch, unsaddled the horses, rubbed them down and walked them to cool them off. We found her on the veranda with a picture of iced lemonade waiting for us. 

“I prepared lunch today my love since the servants are engaged elsewhere”. She said.

I bent to kiss her on the cheek.

“Thank you darling. That is sweet of you. I will call them now to assist in the serving. Perhaps a swim before lunch if there is time?”

“Of course, I thought you might like a swim. Your suit is laid out on the bed”

“Deli, would you care for a swim?”

“I would love too. I will change and meet you at the pool. Can I take a little of this wonderful lemonade along?”

“Of course, Say twenty minutes then?” *

The next day I set Deli up in the kitchen in front of the monitor and she and I went to the basement. 

I took Susie from her cage and strapped him down in the kneeling position on his bench. I put the ball gag in and secured it. I had been using nipple clamps and weights to help the development of his breasts and results were beginning to show. He was defiantly developing breasts. He hated the clamps and he hated seeing breasts on himself and he screamed when I attached them, from the pain.

She had on her special outfit that she liked to wear in the basement and had done the paint thing to her face again. She did not know Deli was watching in the kitchen.  

“You may prepare this asshole if you like” I said.

She had learned some restraint and she whipped him hard and all over his body. She seldom broke the skin now but she inflicted a great deal of pain with that whip. Susie could not sit still and could not get away and was screaming into the gag and crying freely. She went on and on with the whipping and she played with herself as she did it. She had several orgasms. Susie passed out once from the pain but she hosed him down with cold water and he came back around. The whip on his wet skin was worse and he was bleeding in several places particularly on his ass. When she could not raise her arm one more time I took the whip from her and sat her down on the couch. She continued to masturbate and had taken to using a small dildo with a vibrator. She never took her eyes off of him. I poured lemon juice all over his back, leaving the bleeding ass alone and he was screaming for all he was worth. His cock was hard but he could not touch it and he humped at thin air, in his need. He had not been allowed to cum since he arrived and the pressure must have been enormous. His balls were very full. 

I brought Butch out then and cuffed her hands behind her back. I placed her behind Susie and told her to lick the blood from his ass and to eat his ass out. She began immediately and showed her pleasure as she licked the blood. I made her keep it up for nearly an hour, her tongue going in and out of his ass. He kept humping at thin air and screamed his passion and his need. 

I released Butch’s hands and had her put on the strap on with the large dildo. This one was fully four inches in diameter and nearly fifteen inches long. She had to support it with one hand while she lubed it generously and forced the head into him. She did not slow down one bit and buried it to the hilt inside of him. He was screaming at the top of his lungs but the sound was well muffled by the ball gag. She fucked him like this for thirty minutes and I made her stop. Then I brought her around to his head and she started fucking his mouth with that dildo. She had been doing this daily and he seemed to be getting the hang of at least being able to breathe, while she fucked his face. With the strap on still in place I put her in the identical position on her bench. She was required to wear the strap on at all times of course but with a much smaller dildo attached.

“Today baby you may prepare Butch too if you like”.

She rose instantly and took the whip in her hand and began to dance the tip all over her body. Butch was soon screaming and crying and bleeding. She peed on the floor and wiggled and writhed all over, but in the end there was not any real movement, as she was well secured. 

I looked over at Susie and saw she was laughing. 

It was then I showed him the big dildo. He quit laughing right away and there was real terror in his eyes. It was a full six inches in diameter and nearly two feet long. I attached it to his fuck machine watched it enter him and set the depth when I was sure it had hit bottom. Eighteen inches had disappeared inside of that man. I set the machine on a medium speed and watched it for awhile. It took about fifteen seconds to go in and about the same to come out. It was unbelievable that he could take this huge thing in his ass but he did, and he was really screaming now and crying and cursing.

She spent an hour whipping Butch and the results were the same, and expected. There was more broken skin and more blood. Her whole back was slick with blood. I took the whip from her hand and she was trembling all over from the exertion and the orgasms she had experienced. I led her to the couch and sat her down. There was a new fire in her eyes. There was hate there, naked, unvarnished hate. I poured lemon juice all over the bleeding back and ass and she too was screaming and crying. I then positioned her fuck machine behind her and attached the brother dildo that was being used on Susie. We had been conditioning these assholes with daily fuck machine use and bigger and bigger dildos. Butch had only arrived at being able to take less than a three inch diameter in her ass. Today was going to be a real challenge for her. I lubed it up good, squirted a great deal of lube into her with a syringe and started the machine. I went very slowly and she tried her best to get away. At first it simply would not go in and I backed it off and tried several more times. Then that huge head finally popped into her and it began to slide into her, very slowly. It took two minutes for it to bottom out and she had passed out. I stopped the machine. She had taken nearly the whole two feet inside of her. There was a little blood around the entrance but not enough to be concerned about, superficial only. I popped some smelling salts in front of her face and she came around pretty quickly. Then I started the machine on the slow setting, two minutes in and two minutes out. She passed out three times in the first five minutes but I kept bringing her back until she finally adjusted.

Both of these units have very powerful vibrators that I had never used and I now turned them on, full. Their whole bodies were vibrating and Susie came all over the floor and then pissed too. Butch was pissing and Cumming too and it was all over the floor under them both.

I went and sat next to her on the couch and she pulled my cock from my shorts and began sucking me off. She took all of me into her mouth and her tongue was talented and sure. She knows how to bring me to that edge of Cumming then back off and let me relax for a little while, then start all over again. I love it, and she knows it. It had been several months since she would even touch my cock so this was an important moment for us both. Before long we were both naked and she had positioned herself so that her cunt was over my face and she was sucking on my cock with real passion and intent. I began to lick her pussy and to tease her clit with my tongue. I sucked her labia into my mouth and licked with varying intensity, and her clit was rock hard. She was Cumming freely all over my mouth and face and I drank it all in. I love the taste of her, and it had been a very long time for us both. I had her ass in my hands and she pressed herself into my face and began to gyrate and fuck my face. It was wonderful. She let me cum then, and she was holding just the head of my cock in her mouth and licking it all over with her tongue. It was the best orgasm of my life and it went on and on, and she drank it all in. As I was finishing she took my whole length deep in her throat and I came again. She was Cumming too, and it seemed it would never end. We did not want it to end.

She reversed positions and came into my arms and we kissed deeply and explored each other’s mouths with our tongues. We kissed for a long time until she slid off of me to the side in total exhaustion. She was instantly asleep and I slipped my arm from under her and stood up. My knees were weak and it took effort and concentration to just stand. 

Susie and Butch had both passed out and there was a great deal of cum and piss beneath them both. I shut the vibrators off and removed the machines from behind them. She voided a little blood when that monster dildo came out but it was not all that much. There was no internal bleeding. I stuck the hose in her ass on a very low pressure and cleaned her out. There was a lot of shit that came out. I did the same thing to Susie with similar results. Even the cold water in their asses did not bring them around. The floor was a mess under them both. Shit and piss and cum and blood, and water. I woke them both with the smelling salts. I released Susie first and cuffed her hands behind her. I made her crawl to the bench Butch was on and attached him to it with a chain attached to his collar. I then took Butch and attached her to Susie’s bench. I removed the ball gags.

I waited for a moment. They had nothing to say. They were too spent.

“You will now clean my floor. You will lick it clean. Everything in front of you, you will lick up, suck up and chew up. You have thirty minutes to complete this task. If either of you fail we will do this all over again.”

They had nothing to say and they began immediately to clean the floor with their mouths and tongues. The training was progressing nicely, I thought. I picked her up in my arms and carried her from the cellar and put her carefully into bed. She never stirred. I took a quick shower, put on clean slacks and a white shirt and went down to the kitchen. Deli was sitting there with a cold beer in his hand. 

I went to the refrigerator and got one too, and sat at the table. On the monitor my guests were still cleaning the floor.

“Did they speak?” I asked.

“Not one word”. He said “That was the most incredible thing I have ever witnessed. I did not know it was possible for a human to take something so large into their ass. It made me horny as hell just watching.”

“Then you won’t mind doing me a small favor?”

He laughed.

“That bitch has not had the use of her pussy for months and I fear it may be tight and shrinking. I have allowed her no access to her clit at all, though I have seen her rubbing her chastity covering against a post from time to time. It is metal of course so I don’t see how that would help her.”

“You want me to loosen her up a bit I presume?”He said and he was laughing as he spoke.

“I would be delighted if you would. They have five more minutes before they are required to be finished and it looks as if they nearly are.”

“Are you planning on watching the event?” He asked.

“Absolutely my friend, I know what you are packing”. I said and I laughed too.

We touched our beer bottles together and they made a merry little sound. Our eyes met across the table and then we were both laughing together. We sat quietly for awhile and we heard the timer go off in the basement. The two guests stopped what they were doing and came to immediate attention.

“You know my friend you are a very lucky man. She is a very beautiful woman. Perhaps the most splendid example of the female form I have ever seen. Well, in a white woman at least. I know this Zulu woman who would defiantly compete. I may marry her, someday soon. I love your wife as my own sister and you know this. She is a delightful human being. At first I was embarrassed to see her nakedness, and I thought it would shame her. Then as I watched the two of you together I saw something I have never witnessed, but have experienced myself. There are no words to describe the love I saw you two share. The raw passion and the need. I was filled with joy at the sight. I have felt this with the Zulu woman and I know in my heart it is the point of all life.”

“Today was the first time in many months that we have shared sexually at all. It is a major breakthrough towards her healing. I am very encouraged. I think she will be able to slowly let the hate and the fear go now. I cannot, and I will not push her in any way. She must have her vengeance and then she must let it go. You and I have known the fear and the terror and the horror of the battlefield. In her way she knows it too. We will never forget what we saw, what we felt and what we did. She will not forget either. We all come to a place where we can put it away in some dark corner of our minds and we learn to live with it all. I am hopeful now that she will go there, as you and I have, and be able to live with it. I had my doubts until today. I thought she might be lost to me forever, her mind and her spirit broken and twisted. I think now she may survive this time, and we will grow together again, perhaps in a new and more honest way. You need not worry. She will never know that you were observing. Some things are best held close. You mean a great deal to her too, even more so now. I told her of the battles we fought of the things we have done and the lives we have taken. I told her of you saving my life and me saving yours, and how close we brothers really are. I have never spoken of these things with another living soul. It was a cleansing of sorts, I think. Those three young girls, that charged our position, with guns flashing and grenades in their hands. I simply cut them down. I can still see the strike of every single bullet. Perhaps now with the telling of it, perhaps now, the memory will finally fade.”

“I will pray for you both my friend. You are a man, and a warrior, and my friend and I truly honor what you do now. I will help all I can.”

“You still pray”?

“I do”.

“I seem to have lost the knack for it, in some lonely place I don’t recall”.

“You will retrieve it when you have the need, and the commitment.”

We touched our beer bottles together once again and we smiled at each other.

“Shall we?” I said.

“Why not.”

They were standing at attention when we entered the room. I gave them each a glass of water.

“Was it a fine supper?” I asked

“Fuck you” Susie said, and I hit him right in the temple with a hard right cross. He crumpled to the ground unconscious. I put him in the vacu-sack and removed the air. He was completely immobile. I put the ball gag in his mouth and secured it. I then drug him into his cell and locked him in.

“Do you have anything you wish to say Butch”?

“No Master”.

I removed the strap on from around her waist. I then took the key from my neck and removed her chastity device.

“Master may I ask a question?”

“You may”

“Master, why have you taken my cock from me? I can’t bear to be without it.”

“You will lie on your back on the table”.

“Yes master.”

I positioned her as I wanted her and tied her legs up in the air, spread wide. I put the ball gag in her mouth. She was tied securely and had nowhere to move at all.

Deli stripped and exposed his cock. He sports a nine inch cock that is fully two inches or more in diameter. He walked to her head and he slapped her face with it several times. She was withering and screaming into her gag. Deli is a very black man and his skin was glistening.

Without preamble or warning he forced that huge cock into her. He used no lube at all. He pumped in and out of her hard, without mercy. It was an act of rape, an act of revenge, and hate. He was punishing her for all that she had done to my wife. He fucked her hard like this for thirty minutes then he withdrew.

“You have a beer around here somewhere?” He asked.

“You bet”. I said

I got us both one and we again touched bottles. “This is for her, and for you my friend”.

“I know”. I said

“She is hardly wet at all. I don’t think she is enjoying this much.”

He entered her again and he fucked her even harder if that was possible. He sipped his beer while he did it. We drank beer and he fucked her and we drank more beer and he fucked her some more. I was amazed at his strength and his stamina. She was crying and screaming her rage and her humiliation the whole time. Finally after nearly three hours he filled her with his cum and he withdrew. I handed him a warm wet towel and he wiped himself clean and dressed.

“Do you think perhaps there might be a bit of food to be had? I am rather hungry”.

“Help me with this piece of shit and we will go up”.

We untied her, put the chastity device back in place, put her strap on back in place and put her into her vacu-sac. We carried her into her cell and locked her in.

“Did she seem a little angry to you?” he asked

We were laughing together when we walked into the kitchen.

She was sitting at the table wrapped in a robe and she smelled of fresh flowers. She looked up when we came in and she looked Deli right in the eye.

“Thank you”. I will prepare some dinner.” She said.

She rose and started to pull things out of the refrigerator. Deli and I went out on the veranda and sat with fresh beers and watched the stars. We did not speak at all.

The Limo picked him at ten the next morning. I watched as she gave him a long and serious hug. She kissed him on the cheek. “I love you Deli”. She said.”This home is your home and I hope you visit often”. She turned away and came into my arms. She was crying. I held her close for a little while then she turned and faced Deli with that bright smile of hers, tears still streaming down her cheeks.

He came to us then and enfolded us both in his arms. We stood like that for a long moment. He stepped back and we clasped hands in the African way.

“You will hear from me, my Brother”

“Go in Peace.” I said.

“Stay in Peace.” He said.

We stood there in the yard and watched him go until the dust was far in the distance.

“He is a true friend”. She said.

“Yes”.

We walked together into our home. * 

We kept them to a schedule of hard work and painful sexual humiliation. We watched everything about their diets and they were healthy and trim. The sessions with the fuck machines with that huge dildo continued and both their asses were permanently stretched. They hated these sessions. 

She became a true mistress with the whip. She could make that whip dance and cut across their skin just below the surface causing bleeding and a great deal of pain but leaving no Permanente marks. We beat them and we healed them, only to beat them again and to heal them again. There were hours of sensory deprivation and total constriction. I started making them wear ear buds under the isolation hood and I piped in my own sounds. One of my favorites was water dripping slowly and intermittently at a very low volume so that they had to really pay attention to hear it at all, yet because they had no other sensation in their bodies it was the most important thing in their existence. I played tapes that suggested how male or female they actually were and played them over and over for many hours. Susie kept dressing like a female and now was required to wear the wig. It seemed that the actuality was becoming a real reality. What a funny combination of words! Butch took great pride in her appearance and demeanor. She became the perfect gentleman and servant. The butler role fit her to a tee. She spent a great deal of time coaching and teaching Susie everything she knew about being a woman. Susie just naturally picked it all up. She became very interested in fashion and we sometimes rewarded her with a new outfit. We degraded them as much as we could on one hand and we built them into totally different human beings on the other. Good work was rewarded and swiftly, and bad work punished just as swiftly. We had them for seven months before I heard from Doc. We exchanged several coded and encrypted messages in 64 bit. This code is virtually unbreakable except perhaps by a few years on one of the big Cray computers. They have to want you pretty bad to do that, and they did not want me at all. 

We discussed the procedures I wanted done and I was pleased. This man had a variety of talent and an impeccable reputation to go with it. We became fast friends for a variety of reasons, from politics to philosophy. We shared a sincere interest in all things associated with advances in the cures of disease. He is a brilliant man. He arrived in the middle of December.

We spent a great deal of the first two days going over photos and procedures. He did a number of tests on them both and I am sure they wondered what was going on but we kept them busy and tired. 

We did the operations on December 24th and we completed it sometime on the 25th, Merry Christmas. 

He was a great man to work with and she and I both assisted. We started with him of course and removed his sexual organs, his cock and his balls and turned the left over’s into a passable vagina. 

We attached the cock and balls to her and in the end the job looked pretty good. She had been seriously lifting weights and had developed into a pretty good looking man. Her breasts were pretty small in the beginning, and with the workouts had pretty much disappeared into an expanding male chest. 

We did breast implants on Susie and installed the biggest most uncomfortable tits we could find and build. She had a very small waist and the tits were proportionally as big as or bigger than Dolly Parton. 

We kept them sedated for two weeks while they healed and fed them intravenously. They were both healthy and young and they recovered quickly. We then took the next several weeks bringing them to the brink of awareness and played tapes of being male or female to them for hours on end. We brainwashed them and we worked damn hard at it.

It was early March before we brought them back around. The combination of the drugs and the audio input had done their work. They were convinced of their new identities.

They had nice but separate quarters in the guest house. We treated them like sick servants and we, the benevolent proprietors. They were never in their cells or reminded in any way that any of that had ever happened. It was a day and night change for them, and I am sure they were totally confused. They soon adapted to the new reality we gave them. She had always been a man and He had always been a woman. It was fascinating to watch. They truly believed it, and they both worked at it. We had let their hair grow back while they were sedated; eyebrows and all, and they both took pride in their appearance. I had mentioned to Susie that I loved long hair and she let it grow. Of course they were under constant surveillance and I kept the explosive collars on them but we had no trouble at all. 

She and I just got closer every day. We made love often and it was tender and important. She had gotten past the issue of me being inside of her and she was more and more her old self than ever. She was different and better somehow. God, I love this woman. She is always the consummate lady in public and the unrepentant and uninhibited slut in the bedroom.

They began to fuck each other and we watched through our hidden cameras. They were so mechanical. No passion just the act, in a stark, hopeless reality. They started fisting each other in their extended asses, but there was no passion their either. It was worse than any D rated porn I have ever seen. I don’t think either ever had any kind of orgasm though they worked awfully hard at it. We ate popcorn and drank wine while we watched, laughed, and clapped. 

Their lives were pretty easy and comfortable. Susie was always looking at her tits with a sense of wonder and complained about wanting to save money for a breast reduction. Sometimes she would be seen standing in her room looking at herself in the mirror with a look of wonder or confusion. It was there of course, somewhere deep in her mind, the whole story. The truth of it all, but the drugs and the audio had blocked it out. 

Butch was fixated on her cock and was constantly playing with it, even in public, through his trouser pockets. He could not talk Susie into sucking him off for the life of her. Susie was having nothing at all to do with sucking that cock. 

There were always tapes being played for them no matter where they were and we brainwashed them and we worked damned hard at it too.

“Well my dear, we are going to have to make a decision soon. We can sell them to a rich Arab and they will live their lives comfortably, never knowing what they once were, or we can send them to the Congo where in the end after a great deal of suffering they will be infected with the aids virus and die a long and horrible death.” If we sell them we will realize a significant net profit. If we doom them it will ultimately cost about two million dollars. We have a hell of a lot of money and the loss is not significant to me, so the choice is really pretty equal either way. Ultimately the choice is going to be yours, and I will fully support whatever choice that becomes”.

“Thank you darling. I will give this some thought.”

Deli arrived in September and he brought a prospective buyer from Kuwaiti with him. We gave them the complete dossiers and all the tapes, up to and including the surgical procedures and they were closeted for over a week. We met every evening and discussed everything about Susie and Butch. Of course they were never around when these meetings took place.

One morning I found Deli standing leaning on the corral feeding a carrot to Athena. Trigger saw me coming and he came over too. Of course I had carrots for them both and split them with Deli.

“You know this diamond business is making us all a hell of a lot of money. I would never have thought that industrial diamonds would sell so quickly and bring such profit”.

“It was Richard, really, that got me involved. He had the knowledge and a few contacts in Israel. It took me a couple of years to get the pipeline established of course but Mali was always the key. You established that connection and we had a gathering point for the raw materials. Have you seen him lately?”

“I was in Congo last month. It is still a shithole but Mali is really trying to make a difference. You wouldn’t know the village now. They built real houses and a school for the children. They actually have cleared some of the jungle and put in some maize crops. The clinic was nearly done. It is amazing what a small bit of money can do in such a place. He has softened considerably towards you and told me to let you know it would be fine if you wished to visit sometime.”

“I wonder if that has anything to do with the containers we keep sending over there?” I laughed.

“He has a lot of money now but never had a head for it. He never went to school at all. He was too busy making sure I had something to eat. In a way he is a little lost now. He is a tribal chief with a huge responsibility to his people. The village is over 500 people now and still they keep coming. The young bush fighters have heard about the place and they keep coming in. He is a natural leader but he hates it that he has no education. I told him to start attending the elementary classes and I’ll be damned if isn’t doing it. They have nearly finished clearing the trail in too. There is a road now. Dirt of course, but the trucks can get over it pretty well. Probably go to shit in the rainy season but it is a road now. He keeps armed patrols out constantly. He knows what is in that jungle and he is fully prepared to repel anything that comes his way. Those four heavy machine guns that somehow showed up in one of your shipments are a big detractor too.”

“When Richard and I first started discussing this set up helping these people was always in the plan. We figured if Africa was going to help us it was our responsibility to help the people of Africa. We can’t save Congo. It is going to be a shithole for a very long time. It may never recover. I have always known that if that damn jungle didn’t kill me, and God knows it tried pretty hard to do just that, I could make a difference. Hopefully we actually are.”

“It’s actually a bit unbelievable. In a sea of bullshit and death, of little war lords, with followings and weapons there sits Mali, and his bunch, one ray of hope, in a very dark place. I was lucky to get out when I did. I never would have made it had not been for Mali and you.”

“Karma”.

“Something; could be karma”.

“You want to tell me about the Arab?”

“He is really impressed with the thoroughness of your brainwashing. He swears he has never seen anything like it before. He is going to offer you two million each today.”

“What could possibly give these two assholes such a value?”

“Who can understand the Arab mind? They have a lot of big bucks and nothing to spend it on so I guess they search out the rare and unusual”.

“What did Mali say about my request?”

“He said to tell my brother that it will be done. He can’t do it himself anymore he is becoming a pillar now, but he of course is connected and I am sure if he says misery will happen, misery will happen.”

“It’s up to her”.

“I know”.

“She is nearly healed now. We are blessed once again.” 

“I see it in her eyes. There is a new strength there and a new determination”.

“That part sort of scares me.”

“We will see”.

“I reckon so”.

The offer was made over breakfast. Four million dollars for two million invested. I knew the money did not matter to her at all. It did not matter to me either. 

“There is a large market for sex slaves in my country.” Said the Arab.

“We will be in touch.” I said.

They left that day and though we would miss him, the parting with Deli was clear and clean, as usual. Six weeks later we were at our special spot. We had ridden out early as usual and were settled back with coffee when she told me.

“We can’t sell them you know. It is no longer about me, I think, but it is about all those other innocent people they tortured and killed. Justice must be done.”

“It will get bad you know. We might break their minds this time”.

“We will be very careful. They have to know every single detail so that they are fully aware of what they have done, what has been done to them and the price they will pay. Then we will feed them the anticipation of what is to come; the true horror that awaits them.”

“Are you sure baby? I don’t want to lose you again”.

“I am sure.”

“Justice.”

“Justice”.

That night we drugged their food and we carried them down to the basement. We put them in their vacu-sacs and suspended them from the overhead. We had put in catheters and feeding tubes. They were hooked up to all of the monitors. They were facing the big screen but they would be able to see most of the devices we had too. The ball gags prevented them from speaking to each other. There they were suspended in their cocoons with nowhere at all to go. They could not move a finger. We adjusted the lighting to a low setting and put on some music at a low volume. The music was African drums. From now on it would be constantly playing. We left them like that and we went to bed. We were too tired to make love and we cuddled closely instead. We slept in.

I checked the monitor and they were awake and struggling, no doubt very confused. I put up the first page of their dossiers to give them something to read. It was all there, transcribed verbatim from their confessions.

We had visitors that morning, two sheriffs’ cars and two Forrest service trucks, with the red lights on the top. The law had arrived. We had coffee and fruit on the veranda. We put out some Pâté too but I guess these guys had never heard of Pâté. Not surprising, actually.

“Somebody killed old man Bradshaw’s prize bull two days ago, stole two of his horses too.”

“Any tracks”? I said.

“Yeah, looks like they might be headed towards the Loy Canyon trail”.

“How can I help you boys”?

“We were hoping you would loan us some horses and guide for us. The trail is still pretty hot”.

“If they make it to the rim you stand a good chance of losing them in the pines.”

“Yeah, we have units heading to the trail head out of Flagstaff and a chopper will be overhead in about two hours.”

“Baby will you help me with the horses. I’ll get my gear”.

“Can I go?”

“No way baby these guys are armed and I will not risk you. These assholes may double back and come right through here. You boys are going to have to leave a man with my wife. You stay close baby and I want you to carry your pistol today.”

“No worries baby”.

“Now wait a minute here I don’t want her to be armed.”

“Fuck off,” I said and I walked into the house.

We rode out of the yard an hour later and she was sitting on the veranda with a Sherriff’s officer. She was wearing a cross draw shoulder holster with her 357 magnum. There was a short barreled 30-30 leaning on the post. Good choice, I thought. She looked like something out of the Wild West. Sexy as hell too and I had serious second thoughts. I would much rather be making love with her than riding out to go catch some assholes. I picked up the trail right where I thought I would. They had cut cross country, heading for the Loy Trail. 

A couple of hours later we had them boxed in, in a little side canyon. There was nowhere for them to go and the helicopter was overhead. They came out of the brush with their weapons held out to the side and surrendered without a fight. They had been drinking and it showed. The sheriffs put the cuffs on them.

“I know these boys.”I said “They cowboy for the Windmill Ranch. What the hell is the matter with you two? You know damn well that horse theft is still a hanging offence in this state and I hope the hell they do it to your asses. Why the fuck did you kill Bradshaw’s Bull? That bull must have been worth twenty thousand dollars or more.”

“We’d been drinking Sir. I don’t remember much”.

They hauled them away and put them in the back of one of the sheriff’s vehicles that had come up to the trail head from town.

“These aren’t bad boys. They just do stupid things sometimes, I said. I’ll call my lawyer and stand bail for them. We will let them stew in the can for a week or so. I will have a word with Bradshaw too. We can probably work something out to make them wish they had never touched a drink. I’ll take the horses back and send your man back to you. You want me to keep Bradshaw’s horses with mine for evidence?”

“If you don’t mind, I doubt if this is going to go far though. Thanks for your help.”

“Don’t cut those boys any slack at all. Make it tough on them. They damn well know better”.

“Yes sir”.

It was late afternoon when I rode into the yard leading a bunch of horses. She and the Sherriff helped me to care for them all and then he went away in a cloud of dust.

“Who was it?” She asked.

“It was Jake and Big Tex from the Windmill. Just got drunk and starting shooting for no good reason. I am thinking of hiring them. We could use the help.”

“What about our guests?”

“Those boys ride for the brand. They would never dream of saying anything.”

“We could use the help”.

“I’ll think on it and talk to them next week, how’s our guests?”

“They have been reading their dossiers all day, over and over. They have been agitated of course but all the vitals are looking good. I don’t think they really get it yet”.

“It’s going to be a very rude awakening for those two. I will give them the injection now and put them to sleep for four or five hours and we will stay with the dossiers for a couple of days, total isolation. We leave them alone. Neither of them has any idea about the operation. They can’t touch themselves or move for that matter. It is going to get very interesting when they learn their reality.”

“They are cannibals and animals baby, nothing more. Whatever you decide to do to them is fine by me, Justice.”

“Yeah, justice.” 

We played the dossiers for two days then started on the videos; we played it all for them. The whippings and fuck machines, everything, everything except for the operations. We kept them isolated for two solid weeks and we kept them going on about four hours of sleep only. The drugs and the exhaustion and the information had their effect. We went down together and stood side by side directly in front of them.

“If you remember who you were you and what you have done, just nod.”

They both nodded and there was fear and anger in their eyes now.

The vacu-sacks were totally form fitting and showed off the details of the bodies underneath. The tits of course were plain as day and so was the cock and balls that Butch now sported. We placed full length mirrors in such a way that they could see themselves and see each other and still see the big screen. We stepped out of their view and we watched. They both began to scream and tried very hard to move. The vital signs were spiking and I gave them a mild sedative and they went to sleep.

We started on the videos of the operation the next day. Susie got to watch the removal of his cock and balls and the process of the breast implants. Butch too saw the entire procedure that was done to her. We had to sedate them twice that day. All the while those African drums played in the background. We kept totally out of view from them for another two weeks and they cried their rage and humiliation to deaf walls. We had removed their ball gags so they could yell at each other but we kept our volume down so it was no bother to us. We could have cared less what they had to say to one another or what stupid plans or threats they had to share. Susie seemed to have gotten her old violent spirit back though and was constantly threatening to kill us. We were going to have to be very careful with these two from now on. We started playing video of the atrocities that were committed during the wars in Africa. They were graphic and intense. These two never dreamed of things like this I am sure. Mutilations and cannibalism and very slow and very violent death, tires placed around the victim, then gas poured over them and then they were burned alive. It was all very gruesome stuff and I refused to let her watch any of it. I played videos of actual executions, beheadings, hangings and electrocutions. I played them over and over for their entertainment. All the while those African drums kept right on playing, twenty four hours a day. We monitored them very closely of course. If they got too agitated we simply put them to sleep. When we brought them back they were still slightly drugged and the videos had the desired effect. The message was being driven home with a vengeance. It was actually amazing to me that they were able to retain their sanity, but they did. They were pretty tough, just not tough enough. Six weeks total we kept at this. Their muscles were already atrophying and it was time to get on with the real business.

We went down together and sat in front of them in comfortable chairs. We had removed their ball gags and they were beginning to come around from the sedative. 

“I suggest you say nothing at all I said. The punishment will be swift and harsh if you do.”

They just looked at us totally terrified.

“The reason we have been playing the videos of Africa for you is so that you are totally aware of what is going to be happening to you. The drums are there to keep you reminded. We are going to send you to a small village in the jungles of the Congo where you will be constantly tortured, beaten and raped. You will not be killed but you will not escape either. Before you leave us though we have some things we intend to do to you too. You are going to be mutilated and marked for life. Today I intend to begin the process of feeding you to each other. You like human flesh so much then we will give it to you. Today we start with one finger each and if you say one fucking word it will be more.”

Neither one of them said a word but they kept glancing at each other in the mirrors and looking at us in total terror. We walked out of the room and left them like that. We did not go back for two more days. We took them down while they were still sedated and started the fuck machine therapy again. Susie had two dildos driving in and out of her at the same time. She was tied down with her legs in the air and her hands secured. Butch got the big one too of course and I had put a tight rubber band around her balls. It was a very tight band.

“This is how we castrate a bull I said. Where you are going you won’t need these anyway”. She screamed into her gag. There was no doubt in my mind that the reaction was the same as it would be for any man. She was that confused. We left them secured like that for many days. We would sedate them then bring them around and start all over. I had been drawing blood from them both for several weeks and I had a pretty good collection. I set up a drip set and whole blood dripped constantly into their mouths. It was not very fast but they had to swallow constantly to keep from choking. One day I took a roofing hammer and crushed the balls on Butch to kill them totally. Though she passed out from the pain I brought her right back so she got the whole sensation. A week later they just fell right off. I fed those balls to Susie and she either had to eat them or choke to death. She ate them. To keep it even I removed the clit from Susie and fed it to Butch. Sex would never matter to them again. All of their orifices were stretched permanently to accommodate the big six inch diameter dildos. Susie could now take them both at the same time and she did. We gave them four hours of sedated sleep a day and we kept those fuck machines and those drums going for the rest of the time. We had to constantly lube those dildos, though it was not much of a bother. We kept them clean, changed out their catheter bags regularly, fed them, and hydrated them mostly through tubes and monitored them very closely. I had attached Susie’s hands to her tits so he was always aware of them being there on his chest, though he had no means to fondle them. I did the same thing to Butch, attaching her hand to her cock. We kept the IV bags of blood changed out and they were constantly swallowing it. Every two weeks I cut half a finger off of each of them and fed it to the other. I left the thumbs and the forefingers. They of course, not only felt every damn bit of it; they were forced to watch through mirrors and see the mutilations that were being done to them. Every other day I pulled a tooth from each of them. I did this with dental pliers and there was no sedation or Novocain. I pulled all of their teeth. This procedure was very painful and even though their heads were secured and their mouths clamped open the screaming was a bit much.

I went back to the scorpion treatment too and the snake of course. That snake was really terrifying I am sure. It really didn’t matter that it could not quite get to them. There was always the uncertainty that it might, and often the recipient totally lost control. There is something quite primal about a snake. Sedation was always required after the snake.

She never said a word about any of it and helped as much as she was able. She never flinched but she never masturbated either and our love making was better than it had ever been. She had defiantly changed. There was steel in her now and resolve. Her eyes were clear though, and there was no shade of remorse in them, anywhere that I could see. We talked about that and she was very clear about what we were doing to these assholes. I never gave it a second thought. I was only giving to them what they had done to others. I did wonder though from time to time if there might be something wrong with me, to be so callous about it all. Then the thought passed as though it never existed.

I had hired Jake and Big Tex and they did all the required work around the ranch. We rarely saw either of them as they were pretty busy and committed to making the ranch pristine. We were getting the place ready to stock with a small herd of cattle so they were off stringing wire and fixing fence most of the time. They knew nothing of what we were up too. We took our morning rides and made passionate love by the stock pond on several occasions. One morning we heard horses while we were naked and hard at it and we quickly got dressed. It was Jake and Big Tex and we shared some coffee with them and talked awhile about ranch business. They rode off after awhile; they had to know what we were up too, but of course they never said a word. They had grown to love her and respect me. All was right with the world. 

Old man Bradshaw brought a horse trailer over one day to pick up his horses and he had some words with Jake and Big Tex. He told them he had dropped the charges and that I had paid him for the bull. They didn’t know about that, until that moment. He told them that I had a good brand and that now they rode for that brand, and he expected the best of them. The boys loaded the horses into the trailer for him while he and I shared coffee on the veranda.

“You have done a lot to this place. He said. At first I wondered about you and her, coming out this far and making a go of it. I was wrong. You are making this place into something special, and very nice.”

“We have some plans in the works. I am going to bring in some Herefords. We can’t support many here, there is just not enough graze and the Windmill has all the grazing rights to the BLM and State lands around here. I found a hell of a bull in Montana and paid fifty thousand dollars for him. The boys are going up there in a couple of months to bring him back. I have plans in, at the county, for a new hay barn, a big one, done in the same style as the rest of these buildings, to store winter feed. We are defiantly going to have to supplement feed probably all year. I am thinking of starting with four cows and breed for bulls. Hopefully I can develop a reputation and a market. I don’t know enough yet but I am learning. I have never been a cowboy, just a simple horseman.”

“Sounds like a good plan to me. Herefords will prosper here and what you don’t know, Jake and Big Tex probably do, and of course I will be happy to help if I can. Let me know when that bull shows up. I would love to see him.”

“I appreciate that Bob. I really do. Anything you need any time at all, you just let me know. My boys will be over, come roundup, to give you a hand, no matter what.”

“You get over my way, stop in. I’ll serve you a cup of my famous cowboy coffee, grounds and egg shells included! Nothing like this fancy stuff you have here, but it suits me just fine.”

He stood and we shook hands.

“You did right by those boys. I hope they know it”.

“Their good hands and I give them a quart of whiskey a week. It keeps them out of town, and out of trouble. I don’t care at all about the money for that bull. They are earning it back for me in a thousand ways”.

“Good hands are like that. I always liked those two, too bad about the drunk and that bull. These things do happen sometimes. I’ll be seeing you sometime. Thanks for taking such good care of my mounts. They prospered here and it shows.”

“Be seeing you Bob”.

He drove away in a cloud of dust and you could hear that trailer bouncing over the ruts and washboard for miles. I saw another cloud of dust coming in and I just stood on the veranda, leaning on a post, with that cup of coffee and watched the limo drive in. It was Deli.

“Are you ever going to fix that goddamn road?” He asked as he stepped out of the car.

“Want a beer?”

“Why not.”

She had heard the car too and she ran to him and caught him as he was almost to the front steps. She wrapped him in a hug and he kissed her cheek when she offered it up to him. 

“I must look a sight she said and started patting her hair”. 

“No prettier woman for a thousand miles in any direction as far as I know.” He said.

She went into the house to fetch the beer and we shook hands in the African way and he wrapped me in a hug.

“How’s she holding up?” He whispered in my ear.

“It’s all good. No more nightmares. We are closer than ever and she has become a very accomplished assistant. She has been studying anatomy and physiology online, doing damn good at it too. She has been talking about getting into the nursing program here and is taking all the prerequisites now.”

“Good for her. I came to tell you there is a three week window right now and we can ship anytime you wish.”

“What about packaging? They are going to have to be totally immobile and monitored all the way.”

“I took the liberty of having a truck delivered here next week and Doc will be in about the same time. He says he will be happy to monitor them to the destination, for a price of course.” 

She brought the beers and set them before us and sat down.

“We are going to be losing our guests soon I gather?”

“I reckon so.” 

“I think it’s time darling. Any more would be a waste, and for the moment their minds are still relatively intact. They will surely know what is going to happen and feel it all when it does.”

“Justice” we all said at the same time and we touched our beer bottles together.

“Have you two given any thought to what comes next for you? You have nearly two years invested in this business now”.

“We have discussed that in depth, actually. We think there may be others like these two out there preying on innocent people. We are thinking of bringing them here and training them and then selling them off to the Arabs, seems like there is a great deal of money in it”.

“You don’t need the damn money. Why do you want to do this?”

“Partially because we can, she said. We have gotten very good at brainwashing. Partially because it is serving justice, it will take these sadistic assholes out of the equation.”

“Bullshit he said. You have both learned to like this shit”.

“There is that” she said and she flashed him that wide and brilliant smile that no one can resist. “Inflicting pain in the proper dosages is an art form, and we have become the consummate artists”

Jake and Big Tex rode by and waved to us as they passed. We all smiled and waved back.

“What about them?”

“We are going to take them into the game and train them to help with some of the lifting and such”.

“Will they talk”?

“Not a chance in hell”.

“Fucking cowboys, you really are too much you know, both of you”.

“Watch your damn mouth. There is a lady present”.

“Hardly, she said. I know all about the night you watched us in action Deli.”

“What!” We exclaimed in unison.

“How did you find out about that?”I asked

“I have my ways my love and I am not embarrassed in the least that Deli has seen me naked. I have seen him naked too and he is magnificent.”

I never thought I would see a black man blush but he surely did, and then we were all laughing.

We toured Deli through the basement and he admired our handiwork. The fuck machines were still doing their thing though there was no pleasure at all in it for them.

“What did you do with her balls? He asked.

“We fed them to him of course.”

“Nice touch, the claw hands are nice too. Mali is going to just love this shit. No clit? You did the whole damned number on them”.

“Yeah we did, she ate her own clit too.”

“I have seen enough cannibals in my life. These two are going to meet the real thing once they get to the jungle. What you have started here will be continued. They will continue to lose parts and be fed to each other. It is going to take a very long time or so Mali tells me. I brought him a very good video camera last time I was there. I will send you the bill.”

Their eyes were wild now and they were both screaming into their gags.

“He told me that he would leave the legs at the knees and the arms at the elbows then infect them with Aids. He said it should take a year or so to get to the point of infection. He thinks their minds will be gone long before that though”.

“It won’t matter if they know what is happening towards the end anyway. They will have the knowledge every single day while it is happening.”

They were struggling fiercely and screaming and looking in the mirrors at each other and at us. I walked by and gently patted each of them on the ass.

“Nice day, isn’t it?”

Doc showed up the following week and inspected his charges. He announced them fit to travel. We canceled the truck and Deli and I went down to Phoenix and bought a brand new Cadillac Hearst. It is a real beauty. We bought two very nice padded coffins and drove it all home. 

“What’s the plan? I asked Deli.

“There will be a C-130 waiting on the tarmac in Seattle. It is an old cargo plane that I use all the time. In fact, I own it, but no one could prove it. We have a series of refueling stops and all the clearances and flight plans are filed. My pilots do this all the time and are completely trustworthy. We have a dirt field once we get to Africa and they will be transferred to a small twin engine Beach that I also own, and then be flown to Mali. He has his own small strip now. I had it built for him. It gave his people something to do and I paid them well. They did a good job too. Good drainage and a hard packed gravel surface. Too short for the C-130 but perfect for the Beach. I have been thinking of lengthening it for the 130. It would make getting supplies in much easier. 

 Then they will be transported deep into the jungle to live with a tribe of cannibals who have also been well paid and will do as instructed. Mali has kept them alive for many years with supplies and weapons. It will take about four days from the time we put them on the plane in Seattle.”

“How far do you go with them, Doc?”

“Just to Mali’s village, I have a load of medical supplies for him and two well trained nurses. That village is growing quickly thanks to you. They are really making a go of it. They have tobacco in now, and coffee plants too.”

“How much room is on the transport?”

“I can carry about eight more tons”.

“Let’s send him a pair of new farm tractors then. Put me down for fifty thousand gallons of fuel too. Send me the bill”.

“Done”. 

Jake and Big Tex came in late in the afternoon and I called them up to the veranda to join us all for some cold beers. I told them the whole story from the beginning. I gave them every detail and they sat there not saying a word until I finished.

“These creeps were going to kill the missus?”

“Yes they were Tex, and I was very lucky to escape. She said.”

“And they eat people? They really eat people?”

“Yeah Jake, they do, so we’ve been feeding them to each other.”

“Are you all in on this thing?”

Everybody nodded.

“I don’t know about you Jake but you folks can surly count on me”.

“Me too” Said Jake. I think you all done right. Killing would have been too quick and easy. They really tried to kill you miss?”

“Yes Jake they did.”

“And you are really going to send them to Africa and put them way out in the jungle with cannibals? I thought they was all killed off long ago.”

“You have lived very sheltered lives boys”.

“Shit,” they said together.

The next day we loaded them into their coffins supplied oxygen and set up the monitors for Doc. They were packed securely in their vacu-sacs. We had the isolation hoods on them and the ear buds in their ears, hooked into the sound system in the caddy. 

When Jake and Big Tex and Doc were all loaded up Tex started fiddling with the stereo system.

“I got to listen to this African drum bullshit all the way to Seattle? Oh, Sorry, Mr. Deli, no offence.”

“None taken”.

“You listen close you two and you listen well. I set you up in a damn nice hotel in Seattle for a full week. You can go on a drunk if you like. I suggest you do it in your rooms. If you go to jail you do not know what I will do to you but you can bet your asses you won’t like it. If you ever open your mouths about anything that happens here for any reason, what we have done to these two, will not come close to what I will do to you. There is nowhere on this planet you can go to hide from me and my friends. Do you understand me?”

“Ah Hell boss, you don’t have to go and say things like that to us. We ride for the brand. You know that. Ranch business is always ranch business, and stays here. We weren’t planning on doing any drinking at all in Seattle. We was thinking of going salmon fishing if that’s alright by you. We might take a small bottle against the cold though.”

“Good enough boys. You can charter a boat if you like. Put it on my card. I really do want you to have a vacation. There will be a great deal to get done when you get back.”

“OK boss and thanks!”

“Hey Doc you like cowboy music?”

“What is cowboy music?”

“You ain’t from around here are you Doc?”

“No I am not Tex. I grew up in Israel. We are a little short of cowboys there.”

“Well then you are in for a real treat Doc”, and he popped in a tape of Roy Rodgers and Dale Evans singing Happy trails and they drove out of the yard.

Deli walked over and got in the Limo.

“You know we ought to just buy one of these things,” he said.

“Bullshit. You are the only one that thinks you need it to get here. I am not buying a limo”.

“Stay in peace my brother”.

“Go in peace my brother”.

She pecked him on the cheek through the open window and he drove out of the yard. We walked hand in hand back to the house. It was very quiet.

The weeks passed slowly. The work around the Ranch continued. Jake and Big Tex were a real godsend. We had conducted some serious investigations and had located a new couple who were far past the edge as sadists. We had them under surveillance for two months now and noted that at least one person that went into that house did not come back out. We had prepared our little basement properly for them, and Big Tex and Jake had a kidnapping plan all worked out. We all went over it together, each offering suggestions and comments until we were all satisfied. We would burn their house on the day of the kidnapping. We received a package from Africa. There was a handwritten letter from Mali. It was crude and there were misspellings but he thanked us for all we had done for him and his people. He invited us to come for a visit and promised a great feast. There were some photos included too, and the negatives. One of our favorites we enlarged ourselves. I built a nice frame for it from some barn wood and we hung it on the wall in the basement. It was a photo of Butch and Susie. They were chained to separate trees around their middles. They were long chains and I could see where they might be able to get close to each other but probably not quite touch. They were each missing one leg to the knee. They each had a dark black hole where one eye used to be. They were also missing one arm each at the elbow. They were each eating the arm of the other, in the photo. They were filthy and naked and were surrounded by several dogs, who I presume wanted in on the food. They had both grown quite the heads of hair and it was tangled and matted around those toothless faces. Butch still had her cock but somehow I doubted she would keep it for long.

We were up before first light the next morning, saddled up and riding out, on our way to our special spot by the stock pond and that big old cottonwood tree.

“When can we expect our new guests?”She asked

“Actually I haven’t decided quite yet. We really don’t have enough information on the primaries and the secondaries are lying pretty low at the moment”.

“I packed us a lunch today and brought a chilled bottle of champagne.” She said.

“What’s the occasion?”

“I want to thank you properly my love for everything you have done for me. I intend to use you up for the whole day”.

“Now that’s an offer I will never refuse. You didn’t pack your whips too did you?”

“Nope”.

We laughed together and rode over the rise.

Nestled in the magnificent red rock formations of Sedona, Arizona, there is a rather nice, if small ranch. The place is owned by a quiet and unassuming couple. Very little is known about them. They seem to like it that way.

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