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Rated: GC · Interactive · Fantasy · #2162807
Women have had enough of men, and get rid of them once and for all. Points for additions!
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Chapter #2

The Pigs Will Pay!

    by: Unknown
I leisurely walk down the corriders of hallways lined with cells holding males.

For all my life, even as a very little girl, I had been terrified of MEN.

My bio dad horribly abused my bio mom in every way right before my eyes; he was never afraid nor repentant.

Men, even men of the cloth, the ones that are supposed to be respected and highly regarded are abusing little boys in their care! These children have been taught to honor these pigs who are using and abusing them every day! I know exactly what to do here:

I order the female guards to bring the first five of the many Catholic priests out of the cells and in the huge yard of the asylum where the men are being housed, I have each one skewered from his rectum up through his colon. His screams are like sweet music and I order the smiling female guards to force the steel rods through until they come out their gaping mouths. This reminds me of the masses of crime scene photos I've seen where the man has sexually abused a little kid until the orifice is gaping. I fight the urge to shoot them in their idiot heads. Most men are not much more than dogs who have no conscience but only love themselves, their next meal, their next sex act.

Blood puddles the ground and runs along the created vents in the ground. Each man is lifted into a pig cooker, their continued screams echoing inside the huge metal drums.

I remember my step grandfather putting his hands on my ten year old body when ever nobody else was around. I call for the pig cookers to be gassed to the max. My grandfather would pretend we were were going to have a great celebration so I would go with him to get pig cookers. He sabotaged me every time, but stupid girl that I was and eager to please; I kept going every time.

I can hear the coughing and gssping of the men as the gas fills their lungs. Some of them are vomiting. Good. I wanted to vomit many times when I had to let a man use me so I could get a ride home. Or when my car was broke down in the middle of nowhere and a man would stop and offer to "help" in return for a blow job. I've taken nasty, cheesy cocks in my mouth to have the sweaty S.O.B thrust it down my throat so hard, my head cracked the car window. Now, those windows are thick. But do men have empathy for a young girl alone? No! All they care about is fulfilling their own desire.

I direct a female guard to bring a new prisoner in front of me. This one is defiant. He stares straight into my eyes and I pull out my knife. He does not make a sound of repentance and I joyfully saw off his cock as he starts roaring cursings toward me. I slice off his balls and toss them in the metal tray on the outside of one of the cookers.

"I love me some mountain oysters!" I sing loud. Blood is gushing from the guy and I know he won't live long.
"If anybody wants to repent to God, I'll allow it!" I yell as I begin to walk to each cooker to check for anyone already expired. There are some I have the guards remove from the cookers and toss into the garbage pits. These are huge holes dug into the ground reminiscent of the days the Nazis murdered six million Jews. I hope for a number comparable to that.

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