****** Ex-Girlfriend by Generic Author ******
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Ex-Girlfriend


Believe it or not, I do some community service. It just so happens that I
volunteer for Habitat for Humanity because I like to work with the tools on the
house. That I can go down and help build these houses in a warmer climate, that
is an added bonus. Anyway, I traveled down with a bunch of freaks to Alabama
this winter to build a house. It knew it was going to be a bad trip when I saw
my ex-girlfriend getting in the van. You may or may not have heard about my
other exploits - the several incidents that degraded and defaced women. I by no
means hate women, until they give me a reason. And my ex-girlfriend had given
me plenty of reasons. I suppose that I could have done a midnight exploit, and,
like the last two, made a good deal of money off of it. Instead, I thought of
this as my own personal retribution, a way to repay the emotional pain she gave
me.

We got to Alabama the next day, and started working on the house. I kept to
myself, like I usually do. My ex-girlfriend had no problems fitting in though.
I wasn't perturbed by this until I was working on a ladder and could hear what
was being said in the next room. My ex-girlfriend was telling another girl what
a lousy lay I was. This started to perturb me slightly. But I don't think I
would have been quite so angry if she at least told the truth about it. I
wanted to get back at her, to strike her down. I was just too highly visible.
People expect me to go around and do bad things. I do them anyway, but I don't
want to get caught. And, if I did something they could pin to me, kiss my life
goodbye. It would just fit into her plans if she could get me into jail. So, I
had to watch my step, and make sure that I was protected at each juncture. I
still could have some fun though.

After dating her for three years, I knew her sleeping routine pretty well.
She'd sleep in a T-shirt and shorts, but she wouldn't wear a bra and panties. I
was debating about what to do, when I saw a cockroach go by on the floor. I was
about to smash it with my boot, when I got a nasty idea. Instead, I threw a
cup, open end down on top of it. Then, I scooped him up inside. He was almost 2
inches long and would serve my evil purposes well. I went down into the kitchen
(it was already late and everyone was fast asleep for their first day
tomorrow). I had to look in a lot of cabinets, but I eventually found another
roach. With both roaches in my cup, I procured some honey, and went back
upstairs.

Even though I knew everyone was asleep, I still needed to be cautious. I waited
about a half hour longer, and tiptoed into the girls' room (which was very hard
due to some really creaky floor boards). My ex was sleeping closest to the door
and was fast asleep, like everyone else in the room. I quietly walked over to
her, and knelt down. This would be the trickiest part, what I was going to
attempt. If I could do this, I would be in the clear. If not, I would loose
everything. I slowly began to pull her shorts down, very slowly. Soon, I saw
again her black pubic hair. I kept pulling, ever so slowly. She turned a little
bit, I froze. She scooted back ever so slightly and opened her legs a little
bit, making my job easier. My heart was still in my throat, but after about
five minutes, she hadn't stirred again and I continued. I soon pulled her
shorts down far enough that I could see her labia. I stopped and readied myself
for part two. I took a small, ever so tiny, bit of honey, and placed it inside
her pussy with a stick. I had to be extremely careful, but I also knew from
past experience with her in bed, I was pretty safe (she was a pretty sound
sleeper). I withdrew the stick, and reached in the cup to get a roach. I put it
just in front of her pussy, and pushed it inside. I reached down and grabbed a
second one, and put it in the same way. My ex was still sleeping soundly. I
slid her pants back up a little bit, and stepped back. I grabbed a third roach
out of my cup, and placed it inside one of the other girl's sleeping bags.
Then, I went to the doorway and waited.

It didn't take long. My girlfriend soon turned onto her side, clenching her
legs tight. Her breathing was getting more labored. She rolled back over on her
front, and spread her legs out to the sides. Then, she put them back together,
and a small moan escaped her lips. Her left hand, which had until now been
resting on her chest, drifted up her chest to her breast. It started moving
back and forth across it. Her breathing was getting even faster. She jerked
suddenly, and spread her legs apart again, bending them at the knees. Her hips
started moving back and forth, slowly. Her right hand slid down her belly into
her pants. She pushed away the offending material and started rubbing her
cooch. Every time her hand would go down farther, her hips would come up. Then,
she slid a finger inside of her. I heard this squishy noise (she always was
very wet) and she started rocking back and forth. Her pants were soaked between
the legs. Her moans were getting slightly louder, although not loud enough to
wake the other girls. Suddenly, her body went tight, her legs flew out, and her
fingers went as deep into her as they could go. Her orgasm was terrific. For
fear of getting caught, I had moved silently out of the doorway and outside
where I could gaze in through the window without being seen. Her eyes opened
and she had this big smile on her face. She sat up slowly and started pulling
off her pants. It was then that she noticed that something was inside of her
most sacred place. Her eyes got real wide, and she ran into the bathroom. I had
prepared for this contingency. The building was old and the windows in the
bathroom were crystallized so that you couldn't see in them. The heating system
however, had a grate in the floor above and the ceiling of the girls' bathroom.
I went upstairs, and stuck my head in the hole to watch her trials.

When she got into the bathroom, she first tried opening her cunt lips wide,
spreading her legs far apart and holding them open with her hands. The little
critters weren't coming out though. So, she tried reaching in and grabbing them
with her finger. She had no more success this way. But, with her finger up her
pussy, and her legs wide open, she started to get horny again. She started
masturbating again on the floor. She laid on her back, moving three fingers in
and out of her cunt. Her other hand went up her shirt and started stroking her
breast. This orgasm was even better than the last one. She started bucking back
and forth, her cunt in the air with fingers deep inside it, juices flowing all
over her hand with an odd squishy noise each time she rammed them in farther.
She soon climaxed and laid back down on the ground, panting heavily.

She soon determined to get those nasty things out of her again. She went over
to the plunger and inserted it carefully into her pussy. She tried scooping
them out, that way, but once again, she was starting to get turned on. The
plunger started going in and out and side to side and her breathing got heavier
and heavier. She was soon using the plunger handle as a makeshift dildo, at
least until she thrust it up into her pussy just as she was coming down and the
handle cracked inside of her. She cried out in pain as splinters ripped into
her tender flesh. She started orgasming on the handle. On this orgasm, one of
the roaches came out with the plunger. She pulled the plunger gently out of her
tender twat. There was no blood, but she seemed to be in a lot of pain. She saw
the roach on the ground and stepped on it vehemently. She took of her shirt and
stepped into the shower. She started washing her body, taking her time on her
breasts. Her hands drifted down to her legs and she cleaned sat down in the
tub, spread her legs wide, and let the water flow into her pussy. She shoved
the washcloth in her cooch very gently, tenderly cleaning out her labia. She
winced once or twice and just sat there for awhile. She stood up to get out of
the shower and was drying herself pubic hairs off when she dropped her towel
and sat down crying. Apparently she found the other roach. She sat there crying
more and more, and her body started rocking back and forth. She looked
desperately for something to save her from yet another orgasm. She opened the
bathroom cupboard, shaking tremendously. She found a bottle of generic bug
spray (which just so happened to have been planted in there by me). She was
desperate and shaking very badly, she inserted the can into her crotch and
pressed down on the handle. The cool spray entered her womb and she felt some
relief. She shot more in there, sighing this time as she sprayed her inner
walls. The roach must have started to move again because she shoved the can
deeper into her cunt and just kept spraying it. She started groaning and the
liquid was pouring out of her cunt. She had another orgasm as her pussy juices
mixed with the contents of the spray can and pooled on the floor. The can had
emptied its entire contents into her womb before she collapsed on the floor.
The other roach had come out in her throes of ecstasy and lie thrashing on the
tile floor. She just kept breathing in huge deep breaths, her energy spent.

Suddenly, her eyes opened up very wide and she grabbed her crotch. She jumped
into the shower and started running cold water. She filled the bathtub up
partway and put her now burning pussy into the water. She couldn't get enough
water into it, so she emptied out a shampoo bottle and filled it with water,
shooting it up into her pussy. Blood and other liquids came dribbling out,
giving her bath water a red tint. After several minutes of putting water into
her pussy, she got out of the bathtub and dried off. Her pussy was bright red,
with small rivers of blood leaking from it. She put in a tampon, very
carefully, crying as she slid it in. She then got up and cleaned the bathroom,
naked and whimpering to herself. She left the bathroom and put on a pair of
panties, wincing in pain as they touched her tender flesh. She crawled back
into bed, where she spent a restless night. I felt proud of myself, and thought
about what I could do later on in the week.

The next morning, she didn't say a word, but the other girls screamed when they
woke up and found cockroaches in their beds. My ex just went to the bathroom
and threw up. It was an interesting day of work.

Towards the end of the week, things were back to normal. The house was coming
along rather nicely and my ex-girlfriend had resumed her quest to quash any
hopes I might have of this being a relaxing week. The roach incident was never
talked about - all the other girls knew was that there was a problem with
roaches in their room and that there was no more bug spray. So, the faculty
members, in that wise way they tend to have, decided to move the guys into the
girl's room and the girls into the guy's room. That way the strong and mighty
men could put up with the roaches, warmed with cans of bug spray. Since I put
the roaches in their room in the first place, none were ever seen by us again.

The first full day of work, my ex had spent all morning doing nothing -
apparently she was too sick to work that day. She showed up the next day,
looking decidedly healthier, and improved more with each passing day. By the
end of the week, she was again her old self, none the worse for the wear,
except for her new fear of bugs. I knew that she was feeling better since she
started her old routine - stopping talking or whispering when I walk in the
room - her irritating laugh coming from behind as she shares a joke at my
expense. See, that's the problem with having no one know the crimes you commit
- they don't see their punishment for what it is. Unfortunately, I couldn't
take credit for abusing her in such a way. I had to find a compromise. I had
called my friend back home in the middle of the week and told him what I'd
done. He immediately warned me that I should take it easy and not get caught. I
didn't need to wind up in jail. I understood this, but that's easy for him to
say - he and his girlfriend did nothing but have sex all day long.

So, I spent the better part of that week looking for something to do for
revenge. The way I see it, my first escapade wasn't damaging enough. Oh sure, I
did cause some discomfort and some mental pain, but that could be easily
attributed to an accident. Plus, I may have rendered any more excursions more
difficult - she now wore panties to bed. So what was I to do? How can I cause
her to loose something dear and precious to her and not get blamed?

The more I thought about it, the more I was mystified, until one of the other
men who lived in the room with me walked in whistling. I looked up and he says
to me, "Are you going with us tonight?" I asked him what he was talking about.
Apparently, the others were going to scope out the town tonight since we only
worked a half a day tomorrow. This way they could find out what they wanted to
do and where they wanted to go. An interesting idea formed in my mind. I said
sure, just let me get my notebook.

There wasn't much in the town. It was a poor, old town with a bunch of run down
houses. The main street, though had some interesting little shops to explore,
and several museums, if you were into that sort of thing. I found what I was
looking for, a decrepit old house, falling apart really, with the doors and
windows boarded up. It was just off the beaten path, a huge, haunting old place
behind a convenient store and a bar along Main Street. It would suit my
purposes adequately. Now, for the materials. I found a small shop that sold
crafts and party supplies, right next to the Salvation Army. Fortunately for
me, this was all within two miles of where we were staying.

The next day, we all went our different ways. Some were going to check out the
museums, others were going to the mall (I don't know why since they had one
back up at college, too). I just asked to be dropped off on main street. I went
and purchased the few items I needed, reveling in the havoc I would cause. I
also happened to know where my ex-girlfriend would be later on in the day -
they were going to meet up to see a movie.

Inside the house, I underwent my transformation. I sprayed my hair black and
gave myself black eyebrows too. I used some makeup to create a scar on my left
cheek. Then, I lightly colored some scruff on my face. I put some padding in
the clothes that I had purchased, making my shoulders look higher and my
stomach look bigger. Finally, I put some in my shoes, making me about an inch
taller. When I looked in the mirror, it didn't look like me - exactly what I
had intended. Now, we see if I can pull it off.

I waited for them at the movies. They walked right past me without recognizing
me, so I took that as a good sign. They purchased their tickets and walked in.
I followed, as unobtrusively as possible. At the end of the movie, my ex-
girlfriend was in the back of the line. She and another girl were talking and
they both went into the bathroom. The other students went outside to wait for
them. I looked around. The movie theater was empty, just the people who were in
the movie were leaving. The lady behind the desk had left the concession stand
to go and clean up the theater. Some of the ladies left. Suddenly I saw my two.
I walked up behind them, and in the most gravelly voice I could muster, told
them to stay quiet because I had a gun. Then I showed them my gun. (It was
fake, but it looked real). They immediately started to run, so I grabbed my
girlfriend roughly, and said to the other girl, "Don't make me kill her. Stay
there, and you'll be all right." The other girl meekly complied.

I waited until everyone left, then I escorted the two girls out the side door
(even though it was marked fire exit only, it wasn't alarmed). Once out in the
alley next to the theater, I reached into my pocket, grabbed the bottle I had
purchased earlier, and put it quickly under the girl's nose with my free hand.
She was collapsed instantly. I then reached around and grabbed my ex-girlfriend
around the throat, and dragged her down the alley, telling her the whole time,
I would shoot her in the head and run away if she even so much as whimpered.
Once we got to the end of the alley, I put the bottle back in my pocket, and we
walked back to the house. The light was still out in front, and I made sure no
one saw us as we went back there. I got her in the house, and stated duct
taping her hands together. I then duct taped her feet together, and placed a
piece over her mouth. Her eyes watched me and bothered me, so I put one more
piece over her eyes. Then, I dragged her into one of the rooms, and shut the
door - there were no windows. I left and disrobed. My hair was still black, so
I had washed it off using the garden hose attachment on the Convenience Store.
When I returned to the house, my ex-girlfriend was still in the room (though
where else would she have gone?). She was thrashing about wildly, but hadn't
gotten anywhere. I plugged up her ears, and started taking pictures.

She was wearing jeans and a white t-shirt. I took out a knife and cut open the
t-shirt. She was still thrashing, so I backhanded her across the face. That
felt so good, so I did it again. She was just lying on the floor in a bra and
jeans with her shirt in shreds on the floor. It made me feel good. I took a
picture of this and resumed my work. I cut off the straps for her bra and
ripped it from her body. Her breasts were so full and round. I grabbed one of
her nipples roughly and twisted it hard. I then cut off the button to her jeans
and started cutting them off to. I cut around the duct tape, and then sliced
her panties off. Unfortunately, her legs were still taped together. What I
ended up doing was tying each of her legs to wall joists at the sides of the
room. Then, I cut through the duct tape on her legs and ran over to pull the
rope tight. I tied it off and she was just lying there on the floor with her
legs out to their sides naked. I don't think she ever looked so good before.

Her pussy was still red from the bug spray incident earlier in the week. This
time, though, she wasn't going to get off as easily. I picked up one of my
recent purchases - an epilady. I put it against her quivering bush and it had
the desired affect. It pulled out each of her pubic hairs individually, causing
an enormous amount of pain. As the evil device went to work, she writhed in
pain and agony. Instead of a furry black mound, what she had left was red and
swollen. I plunged my gloved finger inside of her and found that she was still
not wet. So, I got out another purchase - a steel pipe cleaner. It was a 360
degree brush that was about an inch wide. I thrust it into her twat repeatedly,
fucking her with the small steel wires. Blood started dribbling out of her
pussy as her hips rocked back and forth in time with my thrusts. After I grew
bored of that method of torture, I liberally applied Tabasco sauce to her
abused cunt. The reaction was immediate. She started gyrating wildly, her hips
moving of their own accord. I watched her gruesome dance with a large smile on
my face. The camera clicked as the film advanced.

After some minutes had passed, she stopped bucking so much and I again moved
in. All sorts of juices were freely flowing from her pussy and pooling on the
floor between her legs. I decided to move up to the breasts for some more fun.
I had thought long and hard about what I wanted to do to them, and finally
decide on a 1/16 drill bit. I drilled into the tender flesh of her nipple at
the tiny hole on top. She would never suckle a child from these breasts. After
enlarging the hole with my drill bit, I placed the end of the flexible straw
from a bottle of weed killer into her now oozing bud. I started spraying
repeatedly, the harsh chemicals destroying the tissue of her mammary slowly.
When liquid started spurting out from around the straw, I stopped spraying the
bottle. I pulled out the straw and the liquid and blood oozed from her now
useless breast. I turned my attention to her other untouched breast, deciding
that this one should be rendered just as useless. I got out the container of
crazy glue-all and shoved the tip of it into her hardened bud. I emptied the
contents of the container into her breast, totally sealing her breast. She
could only sit there and whimper. I returned back to her crotch and felt around
again inside. It was a tight fit for my gloved fingers, so I took a long piece
of wood that was in the rough shape of a wedge and rammed it into her tight
cunt. The splinters tore into her flesh, imbedding her most sensitive parts
with pinprick holes. I met with resistance early, so I leaned into it harder.
I'd gain another inch, then pull it back out, then ram it back in. Finally, the
top of the wood was pounding against her cervix, which I couldn't have, so I
cracked off the top of it and pushed it in again. After several minutes of
this, her canal had widened to the point that I could easily slide all of my
fingers into her cunt. Little splinters of wood were sticking out all around
her labia. I could touch her cervix, which was undamaged from the constant
beating her vagina had taken. I once again got out the weed killer and slid the
straw up her now useless birth canal. I met with some resistance when the
flexible straw came into contact with her cervix, but I managed to push it
through into her womb. She reacted to the intrusion by scooting as far back as
she could within her bounds. I then started spraying the harsh chemicals up
into her sexual organs, slowly filling her uterus and destroying her ovaries.
She would never be able to conceive a child now. Interestingly enough, she
started rocking back and forth on this painful intrusion, her pussy producing
massive amounts of lubricating liquid in it's death throes. Her stomach started
to stretch out slightly as I emptied the several-gallon jug into her now
useless womb. Once I was done, I removed the straw, her body still gyrating
rhythmically back and forth. Her stomach was slightly distended, all of the
fluid that was resting where a baby never would. A green ooze emanated from her
cunt and pooled on the floor along with the blood and sexual fluids.

The only part of her left unscathed, her clitoris, was the final focus of my
revenge. Interestingly enough, it still reacted to my advances, becoming
engorged with blood as I stroked it through my gloves. With my other hand, I
reached over to my lighter. I kept it lit for a good minute, then brought the
heated metal into contact with her engorged clit. She thrust as far back as she
could. I took it out and lit it again, repeating the action over and over
again. Her flesh started to blister as I would continuously stroke it to arouse
her, followed by white hot searing pain as I burned her pleasure center. Soon,
there was nothing remaining but a dark blotch of flesh where her clit once was,
and it was time for me to end this. I reached into my cooler and got out my
last implement of destruction, candle wax. It was resting in a hot cooler so
that it would still be pliable. I started shoving it into her crotch,
compacting as hard as I could the scalding material. Soon, there was a great
red blotch where her vaginal opening once was. She would never again be able to
gain pleasure from having a dick inside of her, or anything for that matter.
Her reproductive organs were thoroughly trashed - sex would never be something
she could do again. To save her life, the doctors would have to remove every
vestige of her femininity. She would be sexless the rest of her life. I think I
have my revenge now.

After shooting several pictures, I turned and left, my artwork complete.

-Generic Author