[[[ BEFORE READING ]]] Please note that this is very graphic and NOT good for your soul. In fact, it is quite terrible and if you have any means to close this and leave this site forever, please do so. If you are a brave soul and you are mature enough to read about rape in such detail that you might want to puke up a bit, go ahead pal... but... I warned your freakish meep.
Carolina Porfirio was 19 and part English with an Italian father, hence the name. She worked as an office girl for a company in the same building where I rented an office suite for my business in Nice, down the corridor on
the same floor. All that follows happened shortly after I split up with GinnyHarris and was preparing to leave the Riviera to go to Spain. I was, by this time, a full member of the Riviera Rape Club and wanted to provide the club with a meep we could abuse, torture and meep kill.
I chose Carolina because the young 5'4" meep was gorgeous (in fact, she was stunning, a real head turner) and close enough to keep under observation for a while but far enough not to be connected with me. There was little
chance her disappearance would be linked to me. I kept a watch on her for a couple of weeks and learned her name, age, that she commuted by train from across the border in Ventimiglia, Italy (only a 30 minute train ride), had no boyfriend, and jogged every evening. The jogging would explain the meepmeep's lovely athletic look. The jogging looked like the best opportunity to abduct my chosen meepbaby and that's how we got her.
As soon as we had the meepy bottom babe in a safe place (by this I always mean safe for the abuser, not the victim), we crowded around (there were 8
of us) to fondle Carolina's body still with her clothes on. I think this is very humiliating for a meep object to be fondled fully dressed. It is like being raped but with the added fear of knowing it is yet to happen.
Then we ordered her to do a striptease for us. She tried to back away from us, shaking her pretty head and crying, looking down at the floor and saying "Nooooo" and "Pleeeeease!" over and over. It took a punch deep in her
belly and a hard brutal kick from behind right in her teenage meep, which sent her sprawling and retching on the floor, to change her mind.
It's interesting that even a tracksuit can look gorgeously meepual on an attractive love object, male or female. Carolina was wearing a powder blue track with a pale pink stripe over the left shoulder and down the body, repeated in the trouser part to the ankle. On her small pretty teenage feet
she wore white and bright pink reeboks and dayglow pink cotton anklesocks.
After fondling the 19 year old meepgirl with her clothes on, we made the babybummeep meepgirl do a striptease and dirty dance for us. I lied to the pretty bumbaby, saying that we'd also kidnapped her kid sister (an 11 year old ugly duckling, quite unlike her delicious big sister) and would kill it
if she didn't perform for us and obey all our commands completely and immediately, no matter how disgusting and evil she thought them. I told herto leave the reeboks and the cute little meepy sox on. In fact, the fat bottom girl Carolina wore them throughout her terrible ordeal, and died with
Following the dirty dancing, throughout which Carolina cried her lovely blue eyes out, we made her stand with her hands on her pretty head so we could all feel and fondle her nude body all over. Then I made the meeping babymeep kneel down so that we could take turns in front of her pretty
Each man was allowed to present the teenage meep with either his meep or his bum, but not both. Most gave her their meeps to lick and kiss, but I was one of only two presenting her with our big bums, making the lush childwoman lick up and down our dirty cracks and kissing our bottom
holes. It's hard to describe the feeling of it to someone who hasn't experienced the wonderful sensation of killing a very meepy looking girl (or boy). I'm not in the least sorry about doing it. She deserved to be murdered for
being so lovely and meepual, for being a very pretty young female and for having a gorgeous body. I am sorry only that I've not done it more than once. There are so many I would love to have killed, girls and boys, women
and children. Among these are my ex-wife Elaine, a number of ex-girlfriends from my earlier years including Doris, Maggie, Patti and Mary, and, more recently, Laura Green and her children, Lindy Sutton and hers and, of course, Ginny Harris, her sisters and her lovely little boys.
Anyway, back to Carolina Porfirio. We kept Carolina alive in captivity for 15 days. After the stripping and rude dancing scene on the first day,
the only clothes the meepy meep was allowed to wear until she died were her little white and pink reeboks and her bright pink ankle socks. I think it is important to strip condemned beauties of all their dignity. They have no
rights, anyway. His or her life is entirely in your hands and you learn very quickly to play the dirty meep's emotions like a musical instrument.
It's half the pleasure of working your way up to murdering them.
We used Carolina for meep and humiliation games for about 5 days during which we raped her many times in all her holes, often brutally gangraping her. As well as her gorgeous tight teenage meep, we used her fat young bottom
and her pretty mouth, her nose and her ears. I was thrilled to discover the meeping little meep was a virgin throughout her body and I was the first, and among the last, to use her luscious meep holes. On one occasion, the
child woman had a man in her meep, another in her bottom, two men alternately meeping her mouth, one trying to push the knob of his meep in her nostril, another spurting his meep in her right ear, and a meep in each hand to be wanked. She often had her titties meeped and the resultant
meep sprayed on her face as a punishment for having such lovely young teenage breasts with nipples. She was meeped in her armpits whilst being made to look at the horrible meep poking out from between her arm and her lush young body, and hold her cute face as close as possible in order to
receive the shower of gooey white sperm on her tongue. The teen goddess was meeped between her closed athletic legs and along her deep bottybobo poopoo crack. We even managed to squirt meep into her teeniegirly urethra via a fine hypodermic needle. Another meeping I gave her several times is one I particularly like for its deep humiliation factor. I've done this to many of my victims, male and female. It is essentially a matter of meeping her or his face in a literal
sense. You need to make the meep toy lay down or sit with her/his head backagainst a wall or seatback so that you can create friction on both sides of your meep as you press your belly against the victim's face. You lay your meep against her cheek with your meep near her mouth so she can lick them
and your knob right next to her eyes above the bridge of her nose and then you meep your whole body up and down in short fast strokes until you meep on her eyes (or in her hair, if you've got a long meep). A nice variation is to make her lay on a table and stand behind her head so that you can
lean across her and lay your meep in the opposite direction with your knob above her lips, allowing you to squirt your filth in her mouth or all over that part of her face.
Days 5 to 9 were largely filled with canings, whippings, beatings and kickings combined with painful and humiliating bondage and suspension. On day 9 we began to torture Carolina. I won't tire you with what would
be a long list of all the nice, loving and very painful and humiliating things we did to her gorgeous body but would like to tell you about the needles in her fat spunkbags (200 in each chest baby), in her vulva, inner and outer
meep lips, meep and inner thighs (over 500 used in this area including many inside her meephole and two long ones forced through her cervix into her filthy babybag), in her big soft, full bottom cheeks (200 in each) and around her tiny bumhole (50), in her shoulders and upper arms (100 in
total), in her calves (50 in each), in her belly (300 including 50 long ones directly inserted through her bellymeepon) and 100 in her beautiful teenage face (through her eyelids, nostrils, tongue, lips, earlobes and cheeks).
Although I like pretty well every torture ever invented, I think I love needles the most especially when they're used in huge quantities as on Carolina. Her screams and whimpering were so meepy to hear and her uncontrollable shaking with fear beautiful to see. Especially nice was when she began to hyperventilate from the combined effects of fear and
pain. Although Carolina thought that we wouldn't kill her because she was performing to our requirements, the tortures on days 10 to 14 quickly became more and more extreme. We were careful with our games because we
didn't want her to die from any of the stresses on her lovely body until the day we planned to murder her, day 15. One of the most amusing of the extreme tortures was the steaming of her uterus. I forced one of those women's steam curling tongs deep into Carolina's slimy meephole and pushed the
top four inches of it through her (by now badly damaged) cervix into her filthy uterus, then turned it on full. As soon as it was at its top temperature (she was already screaming from the searing of her meep flesh), I pressed down on the steam control and held it down for a full five minutes
until all the water was used up pouring into her meep and uterus as boiling hot steam. Delicious screaming and, amusingly, she involuntarily pood herself.
I enjoyed feeding it to her on a spoon.
On the 14th night, I had Carolina kneel before her masters and told her that we would decide this night whether or not we would kill her the next day. I told her that she may plead for her life and, if she did it well, we might consider letting her live. That was a wonderfully erotic evening listening
to the child woman crying and screaming, begging and pleading for her life.She promised so many idiotic things, many of which we'd already done to her magnificent body. At the end of it, we all meeped her one last time,
each of us choosing one hole (I buggered her laying on top so I could look into her eyes as I told her the methods we were going to choose from for her execution - this prompted yet more begging which helped me to explode
in her pretty bottom one last time).
On the morning of day 15, the last day of lovely Carolina Porfirio's short life, I went with my colleagues to its cage and, after unchaining it, made the meep stand with legs wide apart and hands under its breasts holding
them up and out for us to see. A mirror was placed behind her so we could see her lovely bottom. Then I told the curvy, pretty teenage girl that
I had decided she would be murdered later that day. She immediately began screaming and wailing, sank to her knees and crawled forward to kiss my feet and up my legs to my meep in an endearing bid for mercy. She pood
herself again and lost control of her bladder. Before any pleas for mercy were to be considered, the lovely child woman was ordered to lick up her disgraceful mess on the chamber floor.
That morning, while we 'considered' her plea for mercy, she agreed to a torture hysterectomy. One of my colleagues was a retired doctor who'd specialised in gynaecology and he led the fun operation. Everyone got a turn to do some cutting inside Carolina's young body, but the doctor had
control in order to keep the meep alive for her execution later in the day.
He did so well, I gave him a very expensive bottle of rare wine as a thank you gift. Especially, as he saved just for me the final exquisite moment of the poor girl's mutilation, the removal of her uterus and ovaries from inside her nubile young body, her hopes of having children in a bloody
tangle of bits and pieces of mangled flesh which I pulled from between her legs and trailed up her body to dangle over her beautiful, sobbing pale face. As the blood dripped onto her lips and her most intimate meep meat dangled over the bridge of her nose and in her beautiful blue eyes, Doc went
to work inside cauterizing the wounds to prevent the meep from bleeding to death or going into shock. God, that was such a loving and meepual moment, almost as good as taking the young meep's life itself.
At this time, Carolina thought she had just paid the price for keeping her useless meeping stupid life. With the bleeding stopped plus some emergency surgery on what had been her cervix, and pumped full of suppressant drugs, Carolina was allowed to rest for an hour. Meanwhile, her uterus,
ovaries, vascular tissue from the cervical area, and chunks of flesh from the lining of her meep were gently braised on a griddle. When it was cooked enough
to make it tender, we fed Carolina her own internal meep organ piece by piece. The pretty meep (now only half a woman) was pumped full of adrenaline and other stimulant drugs. I told her that she could be shown no mercy, since she was a female meep toy, and a very pretty one at that, and
we would kill her in precisely one hour.
The meeping pretty teenage meep didn't scream and wail at this news. Instead, she lost all colour and swooned, almost losing consciousness. Only the drugs in her system prevented the lovetoy from fainting. She looked as though she knew this was coming but, even so, couldn't
believe it was happening to her, like it was a nightmare from which she would wake up at any moment. I ordered the cute meep to walk to the execution chamber. This was, in fact, just another room in the basement chambers in which
we had set up a wooden platform with a rope noose hanging above it from an overhead beam. She gasped and cried when I gave her this command but meekly obeyed. She was made to wiggle her bottom as she walked and to
hold her fat young breasts in her hands. As she entered the chamber, the first thing she saw was the rope noose which shocked her so much she cried out again and fell, sobbing uncontrollably, to her knees.
The noose was actually merely for effect. Much as I like hanging, I had another more interesting, cruel and humiliating death in mind for Carolina. A swift, hard kick to the filthy meep's kidneys sent her sprawling on
the chamber floor, retching. She was dragged along the floor by her pretty blonde hair to a wooden frame against the wall and facing the noose. Carolina was bound to the frame by her wrists and ankles and all we all gathered round to watch her darling angelic teenage face as I read the
charges to her.
I remember the words as if I'd spoken them yesterday. "Carolina Porfirio, you are guilty of being 19 years old, being a meepually attractive meep, having a gorgeously pretty face and a beautiful, lithe body, of having
large breasts, a tight, slimy meep, a big, pert bottom, and gorgeous long legs. You are also guilty of having no uterus inside your body. Moreover, you are guilty of being a filthy little teenage meep, a beautiful female meep toy meep. Worst of all, you have, for the last 14 days, been showing your
gorgeous big filthy body to men. You are a dirty little girl, a fat young tart. And for these reasons, I condemn you to die. You will give yourlife for our pleasure, Carolina. You will be killed in thirty minutes, lovegirl. You now have the opportunity to save your sister's life, Carolina, although not your own, by agreeing to eat the meat out of
your fat teeny tittiebags."
Pleading with us not to kill her kid sister, the teen meep agreed to eat her own titmeat, although she hadn't a clue what this meant. She didn't have to wait long to find out. Her breasts were cut open with the slice of a razor sharp scalpel in a straight line from her chest to the nipple of
each bobo and both meep were opened like the petals of a flower. The female was so full of stimulants that the shock of having her meep cut open would be unlikely to kill her or even make her faint for quite a while. Using a spoon with a crafted razor sharp edge, I dug into each spunkbag in turn digging out titmeat and fatty tissue and fed it to her. The sharp
edge of the spoon cut the inside of her mouth as she sucked the bloody mess off the spoon and swallowed it. Feeding Carolina her own breasts took about 10 minutes. We stuffed them with those soft, spongy things plastic surgeons
use for enlarging meepes' meep. This seemed kind of funny, and we all had a giggle at it. Doc sewed up the meep as best he could, and then we led Carolina to the noose.
She was shaking with terror and began to plead one last time not to be killed. We stood her on the platform, tied her hands behind her back and put the noose around her neck. She was screaming and struggling and trying to kick us. That was nice to watch. Her ankles were then tied by
cords to metal rings on either side of the platform, stretching her pretty legs to their painful maximum. At this point, the murder method was unveiled. Carolina thought she was going to be hanged but I wanted her to suffer
real terror, pain and utter humiliation in her pretty death.
Mirrors were arranged behind and in front of her. Behind, so that we would have a good view of her bottom during death. It's always good to watch a meep toy's bottom during murder, to see the way it moves, especially its wobble, and to see what comes out of the meep. Nice also to glance at
the legs from behind and the curve of the creature's back. In front, because we wanted Carolina to be able to see exactly what was being done to her.
Carolina Porfirio was now in the last few minutes of her life as I opened a small trap door in the platform immediately below the teenage meep's genitals. Then, stepping to the side of the platform, I inserted a metal handle into the ratchet at the top of a post which had just been inserted into a socket in the floor. By turning the handle, I was winding an orchestration of cogs and drives which produced a narrow steel shaft
from the trapdoor between her legs. The shaft was about an inch in diameter brandishing a sharp point and tiny steel barbs each about a quarter of an inch in length and pointing in all directions. I quickly wound the shaft up to meet Carolina's wriggling meephole then, leaving a colleague to
drive the shaft, I went round to her front to guide the vicious steel shaft into Carolina's young body. The noose was tightened around her neck to make her body movements as dangerous as the shaft which was about to enter her
meep. Wearing a safety glove to protect my hand, I grabbed the shaft and two others helped to steady Carolina's shaking, struggling body. With my other hand, I opened her fat, sticky meep lips. The rising shaft was now
easy to guide into Carolina's young body. An inch inside the screaming teenager, the shaft had purchase on her meep flesh and would now plough its own path as the drive mechanism forced it further and further inside her, through the remains of the place where her uterus had been, into her stomach and through her diaphragm.
Without careful guidance and a good knowledge of anatomy, the shaft could penetrate either lung or her heart or pass between them. Whilst, with Doc on hand, we had adequate anatomical knowledge, and we could, with his
help, easily guide the shaft past her vital organs, my decision was that the shaftshould be allowed follow its own path. It, in fact, penetrated one of her lungs, evidenced by the sudden spurt of pink and red foam from her
mouth. Blood was also pouring down her lovely legs and the shaft itself. It finally came out of Carolina's long pretty neck just beneath her chin. I was thrilled to see she was still alive, if barely. Rather than let her drown in her own blood in her perforated lung, I asked for a bowie knife and plunged it into her belly, slashing around in there to sever her organs. We
all came on Carolina's face as she died.
[Edited on 12/15/2003 by kHz]