Spetznas Vol 1 Issue 4
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House Harkonnen (512) (World HQ)
Arrested Development (914) (Eastern HQ)Table Of Contents
- I.) "Phun at the Workplace", By the Fiendish Fed
- II.) "Rip City" Chapter One. A Continuing CyberPunk novel By Jake Speed.
- III.) "How to rid yourself of Geeks" By Delerium
- IV.) Epic Pinball, Game Review and GIFS By Dog Killer
- V.) "Why Religion in America Sucks Dick" By Sunstriker
- VI.) "The 10 Commandments of Anarchy" Original by The Thought Police Edited by Airhead Baloo
- VII.) "New Girl in Town" (The World's SICKEST Text ever) By The SpetZ Crue
Editor's Introduction
It's been three long months since the last issue of Spetznas. I hope all of you out there have missed our lovely, family oriented magazine.
ThanX to the Phucking Cops, The Bad Board, former WHQ of Spetz, is no more. They Confiscated my damned Hard Drive when they paid me a visit that wonderful August morning. But, alas, we have returned! SpetZnas is onward bound again, and now headquartered at House Harkonnen in Austin, Tx.
SpetZnas is always looking for writers, couriers, and other help. Anyone can contact me Via WWIVnet #1 @5294 or WWIVlink #1 @15294.
I can also be reached on Arrested Development as Sunstriker.
As usual, we at Spetznas hereby inform you that may not be of the high intelligence that we are that all information here is presented to you as parody. None of it is to be taken seriously, so don't take our advice if you want to stay out of jail.
Phun at the Workplace...
By the Fiendish Fed
Yes, I just love the american way..You know, Steal from others and keep it all for yourself..It's your God Given right. I am sure you feel the same way. Unfortunately, Loozer politicians with conservative ideas have almost ruined this great way of life. Stupid phucking laws like the Brady Bill are making it harder and harder to walk in and bribe your local gun dealer into selling you that nice, new Glock. People are actually having to work for a living, too. (Holy Shit!).. This, unfortunately, will be a thing you will all have to experience at one time or another.
Sometimes, work can be phun. Sometimes, your lousy five dollar an hour salary is deceptive. The profits that are to be made at many jobs are endless, and the phun one can have harassing fellow employees is also most amusing.
Take for instance the typical job at a fast food restaurant. There are not only many ways to have fun flipping burgers, but you can further your education in chemistry and other destructive sciences.
There is usually a wide assortment of cleaning chemicals at most restaurants. Bleach, Soaps, Ammonia, and many cleaners sold in industrial strength formulas that one cannot buy at the grocery store. I encourage you to take every possible opportunity to pilpher such items at your convenience. Take it all. Get a good collection going. So what?? Well, steal a good amount of nice, thick soaps and stuff, add some gasoline, and you have a nice sticky napalm like substance good for endless hours of phun.
The food is good too. Sure, the stuff is low grade, but who gives a fuck. Take a few 50 lb boxes of hamburger patties. Go to the low rent area of town and sell the boxes door to door. People will pay you a nice sum for meats, especially beef products. All you have to do is beat the price at the local Supermarket, and you are set.
Not into stealing?? Well, you're a pussy! But, I have more ideas. Say that maybe one of your co workers really gets on your nerves..You know the type... the ones that get paid the same as you, do the same jobs as you, and they are not your boss in any way, but they like to act like they are really important. Everyone has had to deal with this type of loozer before. They are widespread. They feel that their stature of working at McDonalds makes them a very important and knowledgeable member of society.
Okay. Well, you could accidentally splatter him with nice, hot oil as you are frying onion rings. Hot oil makes pleasant looking blisters on human skin, and causes a great deal of pain. This is good as a first measure against da moron.
If that doesn't work...well then you can just SPILL the oil on him. Not just a little bit of it. Spill a gallon or so. The pain he will experience will be quite excruciating. The faces he will make when you do this will bring you hours of laughter with your friends, so be sure to have a camera handy.
Now, that SHOULD teach him a lesson, and he probably will be in the hospital for a few days or more. Still, he MAY return, and there is always that possibility that the idiot has not learned anything. In this case, there is only one thing left to do. The walk in freezer makes an excellent Jail Cell. The temperature is usually very low in case you have not noticed, and usually a human will freeze in a matter of only a few hours. Lock the bastard in there at the beginning of the shift you are working. By the time you go on your 10 minute break..He will be as solid as a rock. Go in there and break off a few of his fingers. They should be easily removed when frozen well. Take them and throw them in with the french fries. After cooking, you will be most amused at the close resemblance between a fried finger and a french fry.
Truly, this is only a small assortment of the phun things you can do at work. There are many many more things to do, including random chemical placement in the foods you cook. Chewing Tobacco can be easily spit onto a frying hamburger, and will usually go un noticed by the customer. Human sperm blends in nicely with sour cream or mayonaise. Plus, the customer will get the added protein benefit from your adding it to his food.
The females that work at fast food restaurants are usually very easy to get into bed. Fuck one or two of your co workers. Why not? Then, if she pisses you off, see item 1 above, dealing with employees who irritate you.
I hope you have learned from this little text. I hope that you all go out and make better workers and truly grow to love your jobs in the fast food industry.
Next month I will discuss with you how to get revenge on your manager when he fires you for the conduct you have demonstrated above.
Rip City: Chapter One
The future has imploded into the
present. With no nuclear war the new battle
fields are peoples minds and souls.
Megacorporations are the new governments.
Computer generated info demands other new
frontiers. Thought there is better living
though science and chemistry, we are all
becoming cyborgs. A computer is the new
culture. Thought we say all information
should be free...it is not! Information is
power and currency in the virtual world that
we inhabit, so is mistrust and authority
Cyberpunks are the true rulers. Cyberculture
is coming in under their radar, a wound in
their society. An unholy alliance of the
tech world and the world of organized
dissent. Welcome to the CyberCorporation.
Cyberpunks.
(c) 1992 "Is There A Cyberpunk Movement?" by Gareth Branwyn
(c) 1993 Additions to original text Billy Idol "Cyberpunks" from Cyberpunk
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The lab's lights where turned up to a point where it almost hurt if someone looked at anything bright. Technicians scurried around carrying printouts, specimens, or blue boxes. On the walls computer monitors scrolled information on the stock markets, futures, and test results being run. This was the special research and development section of VRCS, Virtual Reality CyberSystems, the world's largest corporation.
VRCS specialized in the cutting edge of robotronics and advanced artificial intelligence. Currently, they were working on creating what VRCS called 'The Tomorrow People'; cyborgs and full functioning androids. So far all their experiments had failed.
The first androids created were unable to handle all the sensory inputs coming into the neural pathways. The overload which had occurred had caused power fluxes which had destroyed all the prototypes. One model had been released into the public sector before a 'system shutdown', as VRCS public relations had said, had occurred. This 'system shutdown' had resulted in the deaths of three civilians, a fact which VRCS had neglected to inform to general public.
Last year a new CEO, Julian Grey, of VRCS was appointed. His vision of VRCS was that androids were impossible to create until both living and electronic could be merged. The focus of the company then changed. Any project dealing with androids was halted while the research money and talent was shifted to creating fully functioning cyborgs.
In the center of the lab sat a chair of straps and probes. Lying in the chair was an unconscious man. Blood trickled down from an open cut on his head. A man and a woman stood next to the patient. They were reading over data coming from probes were attached to the limp body. As they were watching the monitors the door into the lab opened and in walked three men. First in the was Julian Grey. Grey was a tall man, standing over six foot six but had the grace of a ballerina. He was followed by two muscular men, their suits too tight for their bodies. No one had ever tried to attack Grey yet where he was these two men were. Within VRCS it was widely believed that he bodyguards were more for keeping anyone with a dissenting opinion away.
"You got someone, Katrina?"
One of the doctors turned, a lady in her late thirties. "Yes, Julian. He's from wastelands so no one will miss him."
"And what if someone does..."
Katrina motioned to Julian to follow her into an office off the lab. "Look, Julian, I know what I'm doing. Those who live in wastelands aren't part of society anymore. They're the underclass! They're the ones who flunked out of society. They couldn't handle the real reality. Okey, so what happens if someone misses him. What are they going to do? Nothing. Anyone who lives in the wastelands has a reason to be there. Don't worry, Julian, I already had security run a background on him. He's a loner, a single agent. If someone is looking for him all they want are his skills, not him. Here, look at the readout if that will make you feel better. The way you're acting someone might think you were scared of something."
Julian look over the two pieces of paper which David handed him. "No, not scared. But if somehow the word got out of that we were doing here..." Julian left the meaning open, they both knew the risks, and rewards, of what their were creating at the lab.
Name: Vrykolakas
Alias: The Vamp
Age : Unknown
Residence: Unknown (Wastelands - Rip City)
Employer: Self - Net Hacker
Medical: Blood contains elements of
substances of a sedative nature. Cancer of
the throat and left side lung. This pattern
is consistent with the inhaling of certain
types of plants. Brain activity damaged due
to apparent electrical burst. Right side
frontal lobe activity low.
Physical: Subject has been modified.
Optical inputs added to right side temple.
NIC-AI chip located. NIC-AI is active.
"Damn. He's been a busy boy." Julian laughed. "A NIC. I thought those were illegal?
"They are."
"Well then, he's what we have been looking for. Use him."
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I kept probing. The backdoor was around here somewhere. The problem was that the ICE kept changing colors and thus changing the codes. When the ICE changed to aquagreen the door was open, at least that was what the lady said. The problem was getting the system to change to that protect code. Damn programmers! The bitch told what I needed to know but left out the most important part, how to get the security system to use that certain defense. AI defenses where tough, but it was still a computer! They still followed some sort of pattern, once you did something they should react a certain way. Damn!
'Anything out there' I asked.
'Nada, Vamp. Still hasn't alerted internal security'
'Whadda ya think? Continue skirting the edges or go in hard?'
'Try the same thing that you used against CyberTronics. Open probe on one side and bring against another. It fell on that one. Remember though, the AI there wasn't equipped with Net-Tack. Don't leave yourself open or ya will have a hurt that'll last a few days...if you survive.'
'Yeah, right', I wondered if it was worth all that money to get the implant. It was the latest for Net travellers like me, NIC, Network Intelligent Computer. It was illegal in the New World but in the wastelands you could still find rogue doctors to do it, but for a hefty price. One thing hadn't changed, money was still the bottom line, and that I had paid handsomely. What did I get for it? I got was on overly sarcastic computer. NIC had saved me from a few problems that I couldn't have caught going up against the ICE. New Munich Securities had alerted the Net Police while I was probing around the outside. NIC caught the outgoing pulse, rerouted it, and told me what happened. I jacked out and took off. I barely had enough time to get back into the Rip City before the entrances where shut down.
I skirted around the outside of the ICE looking for a place to probe. I hit a side rather weakly but as if trying to break in. As soon as the change happened I slammed into the underbelly of Letni Corp AI. The ICE seemed to shutter and then disappeared. The backdoor was right before me.
'Bingo', I thought as I pushed forward. Just as I reached the entrance the ICE returned. With my defenses down I wasn't able to react when it responded. My brain felt as if it was being burned from the inside out. My back arched and my fingers curled into my palms. I tried to scream but nothing came out.
'Told you to watch out.'
I pulled back outside of sensor range. I couldn't think straight still. The Net wavered while my brain tried to regain it's grip on what was.
'Vamp.'
'Vamp!'
'Vamp! Problems. You there yet, Vamp?'
'What do ya got Nic?' My head still hurt.
'CS...multiple Net-Runners coming in. C'mon man, do something.'
CS? How did corporate security get to us so quick. Corporate security!
'Did you catch any rela-'
'No, as soon as you went in they came on-line. They were waiting. Jack out, Vamp! If they catch you in here it's bye-bye Vamp and bye-bye to me too! Jack out!'
I didn't do anything for a moment. I was still trying to get my wits.
Blackness.
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The lab was quiet. Only two people were in the lab after hours. Katrina and Julian sat in chairs next to a large video monitor. Each had a glass of liquor in hand. Julian exhaled from his cigarette. The smoke spun silent patterns in the green light of the monitor. Both were staring at The Vamp as he lay motionless on the table in from of them.
"What's was that shit?", Julian asked as he drank from his glass.
"Just me showing off. Remember that large credit transfer that no one knew where it came from. Well, it was a special project started under the old CEO. It was for a new ICE security system, an intelligent AI. We programmed it from the basic attack strategies of the known Net hackers. As we tested it the ICE learned new defenses. It was our attempt for trying to make a computer, as they say, think on the fly. From this demonstration, I would say that it was a success. We used that same model in our prototype for the first generation androids. The brain that we designed couldn't handle in sensory inputs coming in."
Julian inhaled again, "I want to see some more from our little friend here."
"Most Certainly"
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I stumbled down the street. My head still pounded from the encounter with the ICE. My vision was blurred, I saw two of everything. The street was so horrible I think I fell once or twice. I hit my head on what was left of a sidewalk. Rip City wasn't the place you wanted to be in control of less than all of your person. Rip City wasn't the place you wanted to be period.
The city had been around for longer than any of it's residence could remember. If you asked around you could find someone who remembered it's original name, Los Angeles. The city was still known by that in some areas of the world; mainly it was known as Rip City or the Wastelands. Thought it's name was never officially changed it became known as this when The Kobiachi Corp pulled out in 10 NC. Unemployment and crime because rampant. The city itself, a wasteland. The Western States of America sent security troops in to try to 'calm' the situation. They couldn't. What they ended up doing was enclosing Rip City via a wall. The politicians thought if they locked the remanents inside that the problem was over. All it did was magnify it. An open wound that no amount of money could heal.
The Great Leap Forward came in the year 2015. That was the last year from the old system of dating, the first year of the New Calendar. It all started when AIC, Artificially Intelligence Computers, bought out the government of Costa Rica. This enabled the company to have exclusive use of the region's resources. That began a wave of megacorporations buying small third world nations. It seemed like a good idea at the time, the companies would run the countries, take care of the problems such as the debts, in leu of the resources. All it did was accelerate the collapse of the remaining major governments. Large nations divided into smaller ethnic factions. The U.S. split into the Western and Easter States of America. Russia dissolved into religious enclaves. This made it easier for the companies to pick off the remaining governments one by one. Soon, no country was autonomous. The police and armies each country became internal security for the companies. With no watchdog groups to protect the rights of the citizens, dissent was crushed with quick results and bloody accuracy. The regions were still known by the old country names, only now controlled by the corporations. There were no rights - no freedoms - only profits. Places like Rip City fell into disarray. Streets cracked under the sun, death lurking around the corner. Decease and malnutrition became the norm. The rape of the resources of earth began. No more war but no more humanity. The rich isolated from the masses, those of us which were disadvantaged come to the last groups of freedom, if you could call it that. Those who had nowhere left to go came to the wastelands.
'Vamp, you okey yet?' NIC asked.
'Not really. When everything you look at has a multiple reflections....' I left the question open.
'You gotta find a place to rest, man. The way IS and NP reacted you better get off the street. They knew you were coming in. The only people who knew what you planned were me, you, and her. I can't tell anyone and I would have known if you did. So we gotta believe that it was the person who hired ya. Lie low, let the heat die down. You might not get paid for the contract but who she gonna tell? She'd be slitting her own throat. Programmers who do what she did don't have long life spans. You can hide in Rip City for a while, but not long. They'll be looking for you. Sin City in Spain might not be bad. Maybe New Pompeii? Start over, Vamp. You're skills will get you work.'
I looked around trying to get a grasp on where I was. I was standing at the corner of two streets. To my right was the bar I stopped by when I had some credits. That was where I could pick up some black market Synth. Synthetic drugs were all the rage. The effects were greater than anything naturally grown. I used them after a job. It was my way of keeping my skills well honed. In reality that was my excuse to use them. I worked my patterns of attack while under Synth's effects. You could let your fantasies take over. Whatever you wanted was there with Synth. It was better than the real thing. You could do whatever you wanted without ever leaving the place you were holed up.
All I could manage was a mental grunt. I tripped over something in the street and fell down. As I was trying to untangle my feet I felt a cold hand land on my arm. The IS! I scrambled back and the hand fell off. I looked down in the moon light. I had tripped over a body, a very dead body. I turned the person over. There was a large hole in his chest and part of his face was gone. Even in my mental condition I didn't recognize the corpse. This wasn't something new in the wastelands. I got up and continued down the street.
Since the darkness was barely broken with lights from the business that existed in Rip City I noticed when the street starting getting brighter. The basic belief here was if you could see your shadow on the ground during night then it was a good time to get out of the area. That was what was happening now. I looked over my shoulder to see what was coming. The street, which curved behind me, was illuminated with red and blue lights. That could mean only one thing, Internal Security! I looked back toward the corner. From all the areas I could see IS vehicles coming.
'Vamp, would you mind a suggestion at this time?'
'Why not, wasn't that why I got ya? To bug the hell outta me during times of trouble?'
'Funny, big guy. Why not dive into Malibu's? If they knew you were coming in and knew you'd be trying to run they won't expect you to be local? You're a sitting duck in the middle of the street. You'd fit in better there then where you are.'
'Fit in? Don't you think that it would be better to be somewhere that they'd not expect you to be? Malibu would be the first place I'd check?'
'Yeah, you would check there first because you're from here. They're not and their not that smart to think of it. They'll expect you to be confused and trying to get away from 'em. Try it, what do you have to lose?'
'My life.' I don't know what's worse, a sarcastic computer or a sarcastic computer that's right?
I opened the door into Malibu's. It took a second or two for my eyes to adjust to the light. It wasn't much, all of it supplied from a generator, but it was more than outside. It hadn't changed since the last time I had come in. The tables were still spread out. Each tabletop told it's own story. One proclaimed Jesus was coming while who loved whom. The door to the back still looked as if it were drunk falling over, hanging on the bottom hinges. The bar stools were all mismatched. Different colors and different styles. The place looked like a blind man had decorated it with whatever he could feel.
The normal ruffians from the area were there. Curling clouds of smoke floated in the air above the pipes. The sounds of ice hitting glass echoed. In the far corner sat two youths, their eyes focused off in some far off land. One of the boys was running his tongue over his lips, like a hungry man sitting at a table of food. The other had a grin on his face. Synth. I felt a rush through my veins, a craving in the center of my being. I needed my fix but not tonight. I sat down at the end of the bar. I stool rocked dangerously backwards.
"On da house, ol' man," Junior said. He was the local keeper. Describing him as a rather large man would have been an understatement, fat rolled over his body. Even as big as he was one could see power that use to be there. His arms were hairy trees, his neck like a brick. The dirty white shirt was tucked into his pants. Over that was his apron spotted with dirt and drinks and a fresh patch of blood. He must of noticed my attention on the new splash of color, "Someone dought I was takin' vantage of 'em in a deal. Convinced da bastard dat I were right." His smile remended me of something you'd find on a cat which had just been caught with the family bird.
"I can see."
"Wat's new," Junior ask leaning on the bar.
"Trouble."
"Assed wat's new?"
The door burst open. Three men in light blue body amour walked in. The visors on their helmets reflected the readout from their battle computers. Each carried the latest in phase guns. These weren't people you'd find in Rip City. The red lettering on their chests said it all, VRCS Internal Security.
Everyone in Malibu's turned to look at the intruders. Most quickly looked back down at their drinks. The only patrons which weren't troubled by the IS appearance where the two boys in the back of the bar, they remained in their own world.
"Trouble alright, Jake. I undersand now."
I was happy that I had picked the back corner of the darkened bar. I sat there looking at my free drink. I knew who they were looking for.
'Guess this time I might have been wrong, Vamp.'
'Thanks for your sympathy.'
"Wat's could I do fer ye" Junior asked.
"Shut the fuck up old man. All we are doing is looking around."
The youth which was licking his lips cried out. The room lit up in a sickly yellow light. The IS had their phasers turned up. It was over as quickly as it started. The smell of burned flesh filled the room. Both boys were burned almost to a point where you couldn't tell what they were. Their clothes still popped as the scorched clothes melted. One of the officers walked over two the two burning youths.
"Nope, neither are who we're looking for, sir."
Then it happened.
From outside the bar a rifle shot rang out. Not like the phase style weapons, but rather an old fashioned gun. A quick scream then the night returned to it's normal sounds. Phase weapons lit the small windows of the bar. The crackle of transmitted voices called out locations. The three IS officers ran back through the door firing their weapons as if the person was right outside the door.
'Told you that this was the place to be!'
'Shut up NIC!' I took a sip of my drink.
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Continued in the next SpetzNas
People That You Hate
by Delirium
It's lunch time and you're stuck in your school library trying to get a report done that's due next period. As you're trying to come up with a killer introduction for your report on Samuel Adams, your train of thought is broken by the annoying laughter of a pimple faced, GIF trading computer geek. He and his friends are staring at their latest XXX GIFS on the computer next to yours.
Of course, everyone in the library can hear their nasally laughter and since you are right next to them they think you are a geek too. You have noticed these guys before and you really hate them. They are always in the front of the class and always get 110's on Science Exams. They stink, they are ugly, and they are always talking about RPGs like Antgard and CyberPunk. You want to do something to them.
What can you do? Go tell the librarian about their pictures? If your answer is YES, go home and shoot yourself. Too many people depend on others to fix their own problems.
Of course, sense these geeks don't have cars you can't proceed to the parking lot in order destroy anything. And, you can't run them over because your car is insured and there is some crappy law that says your insurance has to pay for the injuries you cause to others.
The computer is the root of your problems. If that crappy computer wasn't there they wouldn't be. What should you do? A diskette bomb couldn't hurt (just label it KeWL NuDe GiFS and they will at least take a look). Of course it's not my place to tell you how to make a diskette bomb, just refer to the Brothers of Malice for that one.
Well, once they are gone you can put a virus on that computer and hope it infects CSHOW or whatever the hell they use to look at their GIFS. That way, when they get home and use their disk (with CSHOW on it) they will infect their computer. But alas, in the '90s all the phun has been taken out of virii by NAV and other Anti-Virus Software.
What about bubble gum? Yeah, you heard me, bubble gum! You would be surprised what a well placed piece of bubble gum could do! Stuck in a disk drive it would severely inhibit their means ofaccess to their GIFS. Also, sticking some clay or gum or something in there would also get their wonderful disk stuck in there too.
JUST Wait a Second!!!!!
What are we thinking about? Nothing will stop these guys. They are geeks and always will be. We need to resort to much more, uh*hum, drastic measures. Of course you can't use a knife, getting caught with a knife in my school district is getting kicked out of school. So..... Wait till you see one of the geeks alone. I dunno, get him on his way home (he probably walks home) and come up to him and stick him in the solar plexus with a screw driver. Now run run run! If you get caught, you can be tried with attemped murder. Who knows, the guy might even die, GOOD! Now stick a knife into his forehead with a message like 'Let this be an example to all geeks!' and maybe the other guys won't leave the house again.
Use your Imagination! Pipe bombs, brass knuckles to the forehead, cats nailed to their front doors, putting dead horses in there living room. You could cause an emotional breakdown.
If you cause anything really special to happen (like you cause someone to kill themselves) EMAIL me on any of the ultra-lame boards in the AC 512 (they are all lame!!!) and maybe you can get featured in a later version of Spetz Nas.
Dog Killer's Game Reviews #1
-Epic Pinball-
Epic Megagames, the makers of Silverball, has recently released an exceptionally good pinball simulation. Epic Pinball contains eight tables of pinball exitement filled with excellent music and good sound effects. The tables aren't totally realistic (e.g. a pinball table of the 21st century entitled Enigma in which the targets magically appear on screen) but the graphics are exceptional. They certainly exceed those of Pinball Dreams. If you're looking for a reflex oriented game, you will probably want to try this one out. But on the other hand, this game provides only a limited amount of enjoyment. It wears moderately quickly and you will find yourself bored with it after about 2 weeks.
Theme : 6
Grphx : 8
Sndfx : 7
Music : 8
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Game : 7/10For your convenience, we at SpetZnas have included two Sample GIFS from the game. Take a look at em...
Check it out! Itz available on any good WareZ board or at your local Software Outlet.
Why Religion in America Sucks Dick...
By The Lovable One, Sunstriker..
Well, Kiddies, I am sure all of you have watched the television shows over the last few years telling us about many, many television evangelists that have cheated their followers, lied on their taxes, fucked prostitutes, molested children, and all that jazz, but I for one did not believe most of the hype...Until now..
A few months ago, when I moved to Austin, I had an occasion to go hunting for a job. Twas a sad day in my life, because money was low, and I knew I would have to work. I saw an ad in the paper for a dating service that was looking for people to help "sell" their ideas. The ad said that the pay was above average, and that everyone was encouraged to apply. I had a few minutes to kill, and the place was just around the corner. So I stopped in.
When I first arrived at the place, I was greeted by a very fuckable looking young lady by the name of Cheryl. Cheryl had nice brown hair and some major sized titties. She smiled at me and greeted me. I knew right then that I must have her sit on my face at one time or another. Cheryl had me fill out a short application and then instructed me to wait on the couch for her boss to return.
So I did. I sat on the couch and scanned the room to get a feel for the place. I picked up a brochure that the service had made that claimed they were not only a dating service, but they also performed various miracles.
Miracles??? Bullshit. This was going downhill fast. There were numerous Christian magazines on the table in front of me, and the Movie Jesus of Nazareth was playing on the TV. This was not a problem to me. I enjoyed the movie while I was waiting.
Eventually I was called into the office, where I met the "boss"... This man was from the get go obviously completely insane. He asked me about my background, then offered me $2000 a month to be the "investigator" for his little business. Throughout the conversation this man used the word "fuck" in excess of 25 times, and referred to the mother of one of his employees as a "decietful satanist bitch-whore". This lovely, colorful language was all interlaced with his talking about how when I worked for him I would be working for the "lord"...It was then I began to wonder what lord he was working for.
I took the job, because I needed the cash at the time..and things got worse.
My first assignment was to research a case in which a client of his was alledging that her baby had been kidnapped over 10 years ago and she was unable to find him. I took the case seriously and did a great amount of research. I found out through court documents and police reports that the truth of the matter was that this "client" had concieved the child at the age of 17 and given the child to her stepmother, who took custody of him. Now, 10 years later, this "mom" wanted her kid back. I reported to my boss about this, and he closed the door to his office. The man then proceeded to tell me that my next assignment was to hunt down this stepmother and proceed to kidnap the child back.
That's right, kiddies, this wonderful man of "god" tried to hire yours truly to kidnap a 10 year old child who had known nothing of this bitch who was his biological mother and deliver him to her. No way. I refused to take the job.
Never fear, he gave me another. Apparently, this man had not paid any sort of taxes to the United States in three years. He had accepted donations and investments from outside sources, and was not a licensed Church, and he knew it. What my job was to be: Find a loophole in the US tax system and re-do his taxes for the last three years so that he would not have to pay anything. He even point blank said to me: I want you to make it look like we have been a church all along.
The man was in fact a dating service, and once even bragged about how he and some of his "followers" had burglarized a female client's home and proceeded to use a pocket knife on a white teddy bear in the residence. They cut a small hole where the asshole of the bear would be, and stuffed a 9 inch dildo inside it covered with a white, creamy substance. They then left her a clever little pornographic poem, which he read me a copy of.
Lastly, at the time I was working at this place, I was dating a local user of some BBS's here in town that some of you may know. She goes by the Handle of KITIARA. Well, I told my boss one time about her, and he informed me that he had a vision overnight, and that Kitiara was in fact the daughter of the devil. He told me (get this...this is the best part...) that my current problems with a wisdom tooth hurting me was actually a curse from hell caused by me eating my satanist girlfriend's pussy.
All the while I was working there, this man was having nightly "bible studies" in which he told his followers that the end would come within 7 years, and he was doomed to be the one that would face "the beast" in the pit of hell.
The man was insane. Many of you who live in austin may remember the ad's by this company that were in the newspapers. They were everywhere.
I still to this date am owed over 1 1/2 month's salary by this man, who fired me when I told him to get fucked one day when he incited me to do more illegal acts for him. He has refused to accept any certified letters from my attorney's, and is still preaching the word of "god".
The religious zealots of today wonder why the youth of our society flee from Church and have no respect for it or religious activities of any kind. This is why, people.
I know this article had little to do with the usual Spetznas articles, but frauds of this type must be exposed. And besides, what do I care whether you liked the article or not. If you didn't like it, then print the damn thing out on your dot matrix, roll it up, light it on fire, and cram it right up your ass!!!!!
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We at Spetznas do not particularly like to steal other's ideas, but sometimes articles from the past come across the our desks that simply cannot be ignored. The following is one of those articles. The Thought Police originally wrote this article, and we thank them for their ingenuity. We at SpetZnas have moderately added some things to this article to make it more up to date, and with all the phucking lamer "anarchist" boards going up all over the country, we feel that it's re publication is appropriate...
THE 10 COMMANDMENTS OF ANARCHY
by Lord Cartigan
First off, a couple definitions for you if you're a certified idiot or something.. or if you simply have done way tooo much green windowpane acid over the last few days...
anarchy (n) 1. Absence of government. 2. Lawless confusion and political disorder. 3. General disorder
anarchize (v) 1. To promote or foster anarchy. 2. To support or condone anarchistic ideals.
boutonneire (n) A bouquet or flower worn in the buttonhole.
Now let's talk about 'em one at a time..
- (I). While in the act of anarchy, any form of government (Officer McLeary - you remember him from the signing files, don't you - The local Mayor, Governor, Senator, or any such) has a pronounced detrimental effect on your freedom. The general idea is to avoid all this. All forms of authority basically suck the big one.
- (II). As most anarchy is against the law to some degree, it's certainly "lawless", and the general idea is to raise havoc and create mass panic, "disorder" sort-of encompasses all this. Car Sabotage, driving vehicles down the bike lane the wrong way, leaving dead animals on doorsteps, etc, are good examples of a complete lack of respect for the law or anyone else for that matter.
- (III). No one's asking you to be specific -- Be as general as possible while anarchizing. Diversification is the sign of a true anarchist! Don't limit your anarchist assaults to one group of people. If you go out to assault only fags, then you are not diversified enough. Try more groups. A new one for each day of the week is good. Always, always tho, leave one day open for Rush Limbaugh fans. They must be regularly dealt with, or they will grow and take us over.
- (IV). Anarchizing is just that - COMMITTING anarchy. Now you can't quite commit something and not "promote or foster" it, can you? If you just run some loozer board like Merlin does here in Austin, and put the word ANARCHY in it, you are not an anarchist. You are a poser, a loozer, and you too will have a day of the week devoted to you.
- (V). If you don't support it, ABORT THIS FILE IMMEDIATELY. Your kind disgusts me, and I hate getting within 10 feet of you. Your mega-conservative ideals revolt even ME, the most conservative of all Thought Police! I piss on the grave of your grandparents.
- (VI). Ignore VI..
And now, what you've ALL been waiting for!
(Drum roll, please..)
THE 10 COMMANDMENTS OF ANARCHY
- Thou shalt NOT commiteth anarchy while legally imposed upon by any traffic control device. (Like a red light, stop sign, etc..)
- Thou shalt NOT commiteth anarchy involving anyone over 3 inches taller than, or 45 pounds heavier than thou.
- Thou shalt NOT commiteth anarchy in the presence of any Agent of the Law. (See (I)) (this law for people with NO common sense)
- Thou shalt makest every attempt to avoideth commiting anarchy in a 4- or small 6-cylender car. (Chases are an integral part of anarchy, and you DON'T want to be on the losing end of one!)
- Thou shalt carry at least 2 instruments of physical abuse for every 3 people in the car. (Such instruments would include baseball bats, crowbars, thick metal poles, 6+ inch hunting knives, .44's, rifles, and the like.)
- Thou shalt NEVER commiteth anarchy whilst alone. (C'mon, don't be TOO much of an idiot..)
- Thou shalt make every attempt to avoideth committing anarchy in any car lacking a FULLY function horn, fully functional brakes, or a frame.
- Thou shalt keepeth each door locked at ALL times, unless opening it is involved in the anarchy. Thou shalt be fully prepard to roll the windows up at any point.
- Thou shalt direct thine anarchy at a high rate at homosexuals, members of the Iraqi race, small children, mentally retarded citizens, employees of any institution thou happenst to be patronizing at the time, and people wearing paisley clothing or boutonneires.
- Thou shalt make every attempt to avoideth committing anarchy with any members of the female gender in the anarchizing crew. (Such members tend to be more readily offended by crude sexual jokes, and repeated fondlings.)
Now see, wasn't that worth a reprint...with of course a few choice words from your buddy here, Airhead Baloo. Join me next month when I will discuss with you all the best places to go in your town to commit acts of Anarchy.
The following is not a true story, of course. It is a total bunch of bullshit made up by some truly twisted minds. Please do not try any of this at home!
New Girl inn Town
PROLOGUE
He was watching her the day the strangers moved into the old McNeely house. It was a large, rambling house: Mr. McNeely had spent a lifetime adding onto the old house until it looked like a strange hodgepodge of strangely connected rooms. Others in the neighborhood thought Mr McNeely was a strange, evil man. He was a loner, but he had been my best friend. My mother couldn't understand what a seventeen year old boy could have in common with a decrepit 53 year old man. A man, who by the looks of it, never went to work. To me, though, he had been my teacher...I was his apprentice and he thought me some very intense things. More about what he taught me later. For now, let me tell you about the new girl that was moving in.
I was looking through my front window, so I couldn't get a really good look. But she looked pretty hot. My guess was that she was about 15 or 16 years old. She had dark, red hair that fell down in loose curls to her shoulders. She looked like she was a little tall for her age, but she didn't look too thin. In fact, the more I looked, the more I liked. She was wearing a tight pair of running shorts and a Hard Rock t-shirt. She seemed to have a pretty nice set of tits - at least a pair of 36D's. Pretty nice set of tits for such a young looking face. Nice round, little ass. I could see her hot asscheeks pouring through the extremely tight shorts, and you could tell that those shorts wouldn't last too much longer: this girl was still growing - in all the right places.
I couldn't stop staring at her. But it would only be a matter of time until somebody notices me, I thought. It was then that I resolved that I would get to know this sweet, young babe very intimately - and she would do nothing to stop me. I started making plans.
CHAPTER ONE
My goal was clear and direct: I needed to have her under my firm control. You see, I'm a curious kind of guy, and there was something about this girl that intrigued me. Maybe it was just those tits, or that ass, but I knew that I could not sleep well until I had my chance to check her out completely. And the way I explore is seldom appreciated by the subject, so a truly thorough job requires severe restraint to control the girl.
Al McNeely was the man who showed me how to solve these kind of problems. I first met Al when I was about 14 years old. I was pretty much on my own at that age. My fucking parents were drunk most of the time and didn't seem to care about what I did...as long as I wasn't caught by the cops. Well, anyways, I was looking around the neighborhood for a house to bust into when I ended up at Al's. I was poking around, when the back door slammed open and Al came out with a gun. He motioned me into the house with the gun and said, "Get in here right now, punk. Or I'll blow your fucking brains out!"
What could I do?
I went in. Al led me to the basement and told me to sit. The room was dark but I could tell this was no ordinary basement. Al said, "I know you, kid. You live up the street, don't you...Yeah, I've heard about you. Think you wanna rob this place now?"
Before I could answer, he said "Come here kid, I want you to see something. Come on..."
Al stepped into a doorway and unlocked the door with a ring from his belt. The first thing I saw was a girl in the middle of the room under a pair of bright, hot lights. Her wrists were bound tightly together and both were pulled up towards the ceiling by a rope on a pulley. Al basically had her hanging in the air...she was stretched pretty good. I could see her muscles quivering and cramping with the strain of hanging from her wrists. Her ankles were secured by straps bolted into the floor and the spreader bolts had stretched her legs so that her cunt and ass were completely accessible by hand, dildo or cock.
She was a lovely girl. Al had called her Monica and said she was only 16 years old. She had a very sweet body:a pair of 38-C tits, a nice shapely ass and long, tight legs. She had once looked sweet and innocent but now she was looking scared and in pain. Al walked up to her and grabbed her long, curly blond hair in a fist and yanked hard. "Brought a visitor, baby. He's gonna see a really nice show, too. Remember what happened last night, bitch! Well, you're gonna get it again and worse!"
Al quickly shoved a long dildo gag into her mouth. She struggled, but Al skillfully forced her mouth open and shoved the dildo deep until her mouth was too stuffed to scream. By the look in Monica's eyes, I could tell that she knew what was coming when Al pulled a long piece of thin nylon rope out of his jacket pocket . The girl hopelessly struggled, she even tried shaking her tits wildly, straining to avoid the pain of the ropes. But Al, like an old pro, deftly grabbed a tit by gripping her left nipple in a tight vise-like grip and pulling her tit out, away from her chest. Monica screamed when Al stretched her firm young tit to its fullest length. Al ignores the feeble moanings coming from the gag and slowly ties her tit with the rope. He wraps the rope tight, making her tit bulge out like a balloon. The large, erecting nipple points out proudly, just begging for attention. And that was one nice thing about Monica, she had very large nipples - at least one inch long and almost one half inch thick. Big nipples, perfect for clamping.
Al, however, was tying up her right tit in the same tight bondage. Monica's tits were really starting to hurt now. And the poor girl knew from previous experiences that the pain in her tortured hoots would only get more painful as time went by. After tying her tits tightly, Al abused her nipples with sharp clamps. He grabbed a nipple, rubbed between his fingers and even bent down to suck it once or twice. After he got it nice and hard, he slipped a sharp-toothed clamp over her nip and screwed it down. Monica was soon squirming again, as she felt the awful clamp bite into her tender nipple flesh. Her poor nipple was severely clamped and almost pierced by the sharp teeth of the clamps. Al tightened a clamp around her other nipple, even tighter. Monica just hung there, her tits burning with pain, wondering if the tight ropes and the severe nipple clamps would force blood out through her tortured tit-tips.
Al wasn't done with her tits, however. He attached a length of twine to the end of each nipple clamp and looped this twine through another set of pulleys hanging from the ceiling. By hanging weights onto the end, he could force the clamps to slowly starting lifting Monica's tits towards the ceiling. With enough weights on, her tits could eventually point straight up. And the clamps on her nipples were designed to pinch tighter as the pull on the rope increased. Al stuck a few weights and sighed with satisfaction as he worked a response out of the poor girl. As more weight was added, her nipples were further crushed by the cruel teeth of the clamps. Her tits were being pulled up and stretched out. She moaned with agony and helplessly shook in her bonds. Every move she made, though, only made here tits bounce & quiver more.
Just watching this girl having her tits abused really turned me on. I could feel a bulge growing in my pants as my eyes took in the sight of a young girl having her tits cruelly tortured. This was the most pain her young, developing body had ever felt. And I liked seeing that. I noticed that Al had been watching closely for a reaction from me. So, to show him how I felt, I walked up to where the girl hung from the ropes. I slid my hand up to her tits and squeezed the heavy undersides. I pinched and prodded the abused tit flesh with my fingers. I let my other hand slide down her back, from the top of the shoulders down into her ass crack. I fingered her asshole for a moment and let my hand wander down even further. I could feel her body shudder from the dangerous grasp of my hands. I stopped manipulating her breasts and concentrated on the furred lips of her cunt.
I looked over at Al and he just kind of looked at me with a "Be my guest" look. With his approval, I went into full action. By this time, my left hand had been rubbing her slickening cunt lips while my right toyed with her clit. After a little time, Monica, much to her shame, began to juice noticeably. Her pussy was getting turned on from my touch, even though her tits were still feeling the worst pain of her life and realizing that her wetting cunt was proof of how much she liked this, she hung her head in shame. Monica wondered, "How could I be getting so hot? Here I am getting tortured by a couple of maniacs, and my body seems to like it!"
Monica may have been surprised, but Al wasn't. He was pretty experienced with this kind of stuff, and he knew that after a few days of severe physical pain, combined with a lack of sleep and the added psychological pressure of not knowing how long she would live, most girls ended up turning onto the pain. Humans are wonderfully adaptable. Put a young girl without any experience of hetero sex in an environment of strict bondage and severe discipline, and she would eventually respond by learning to get turned on with pain. "If you get em young enough," says Al, "you can train them to accept anything. And there are plenty of men in this world who will pay plenty for a well trained young teen."
As I was to learn, Al never needed a 9 to 5 job because he made his living by training new sex slaves and selling them to the highest bidder. It's a great job with alot of perks, when you think about it. You get your pick of all the sweet meat around, get to abuse and fuck them repeatedly and then sell them off when you're finished. If you get a really good one, you can keep her around for a little longer and then sell her when she doesn't scream as much as she used to.
Monica's pussy was really creaming now, and my rubbing and pinching had slowly pushed her beyond a mere wettening: she was softly moaning with pleasure, and moving her hips against my thrusting hand. I had slipped three fingers at once into her tight cunt while my other hand rubbed her clit and fingered her pretty pink lips. She was sooning coming against my hand, but my fingers kept on working while her cunt flooded my hands with its juice. I kept working on her cunt till she had finished coming. I could tell that the force of her cum had drained her. She now hung very limply in the ropes - all resistance was gone from her body. The pleasure, along with the pain to heighten it, had finally broken her independent will. Al and I could now do as we pleased with her. And we did.
Al walked over to a cabinet, opened it and reached for something in the back. He had picked up a riding crop and brought it to me. "You handled her cunt pretty good, but can you give this little slut what she really needs? I wanna see you whip her, especially the tits. Remember to concentrate on the undersides of her hoots, that's where they're most sensitive. Do this and you prove to me that you're ready to join my little club."
With these words of encouragement ringing through my ears, I took the whip and approached poor Monica. She hung there senselessly, oblivious to all around her. I soon changed that, though. My first blow landed right on the bottom of her big left tit. The sudden shock of pain slowly brought her back to life. Her pain and agony intensified as I directed more blows to her body and put more energy into every stroke of the crop. She was soon shaking again, with the gag frustrating her desire to release a really good scream. If she could only scream, she would be able to release some of her agony. But being forced into a mumbling silence while being severely abused heightened her sense of fear, pain and frustration.
I kept whipping her writhing body, sometimes directing a lash to her ass, back or thighs. I even walked around her and whipped her reddening cunt with the crop for a few minutes. This attack provoked an even greater response. As the blows fell on her screaming pussy lips, Monica felt herself starting to feel aroused again. Every now and then, a blow fell on her clit and even this abuse heightened her arousal. She was soon coming again as I kept the crop slamming into her twitching cunt.
After 15 more minutes of whipping her, my arm grew tired and I put the crop down. I felt drained myself. I had made this girl come three times with her tits tied up. I had even abused her cunt severely, but she managed to come again. What a good little girl, I thought. I couldn't wait till Al showed me what other things could be done to her. It was at this time, with my dick threatening to bust through my pants, that I decided to dedicate my life to the challenge of following in Al's footsteps. He had no son, and I had no real parents, so it was a pretty good deal for the both of us. It didn't turn out good for Monica, though. In his eagerness to show me the tricks of the trade, Al took Monica into a more accelerated and intense training format. She would be introduced to new and more painful forms of torture sooner and with more intensity than the average girl. She would have 9 months worth of pain in about three.
Al was hungry, so we went to eat lunch in the kitchen. We just left Monica hanging from the ropes, her tits still tied and clamped. As Al prepared grilled cheese sandwiches, he told my about Monica's next encounter. He explained how much electricity can hurt a girl if it's flowing through her cunt and tits. With a few feet of wire, a fully charged car battery and some strategically placed electric clamps, you could have a girl jumping and screaming in seconds. I eagerly awaited a demonstration of this new technique.
CHAPTER TWO
I hung around with Al for the next couple of days, my parents never even noticed I was gone. They must've won a lottery or something, because they had money for some decent booze, not the nasty shit they usually got. Knowing them, it would take them a few days to kill it all, but they would drink nonstop until they went dry. That meant I didn't have to worry about them for a little while. My next three days of life were very interesting. I learned alot of things about the female body and had complete access to Monica's cunt or ass. I fucked and tortured her as I pleased. The best, though, was when Al showed me what happens to a sweet, young slut when you pour a few volts into her tits, pussy and ass.
After lunch, on the first day, Al showed me his electrical gear. He had shifted Monica into a better position for the experiment in pain. Monica was looking groggy, with a dazed look in her eyes. She was wearing out quickly. The pain and lack of sleep were driving her beyond the edge and she knew she couldn't take much more abuse. We bound her tightly to a specially built table. Al had her lay down on the table, tits up. First he had restricted her head and neck with heavy leather straps. He then passed more around her waist, cinching tight until her waist was tightly tied down to the table. She wouldn't be able to mover her upper body at all and she lost the use of her hands when Al cuffed them to the table sides.
The table, however, had been cut short so that Monica's ass was hanging off the end of the table. Al had mounted two lead pipes, at the tables end, standing up in the shape of a 'v'. Monica whimpered pathetically as Al and I proceeded to tie her legs to the spreader poles. We tied down her ankles, knees and thighs. By the time we finished strapping her down, Monica had lost her ability to move or resist our plans. And the look in the young teens face clearly expressed a look of horror, bewilderment and unbridled fear. In the few days that she had spent under the ministrations of Al, and now his new helper, Monica had come to learn that if the bondage was tight, the pain would be terrible. Al liked to strap down his trainees real tight when he was introducing them to a newer, more painful form of abuse; that way they couldn't squirm around and distract him.
My dick got hard as I stepped back and looked at the young, hot babe strapped securely to the table. Her big tits were quivering and bouncing with each breath of the nervous girl. She was breathing heavy and fast, completely flushed and humiliated. She felt like a piece of meat on a butchers block. No matter how hard she tried, she couldn't move one bit. She was having a hard time breathing since the waist belt was so tight it tended to cut off circulation. But Al would rather have her held tight and put up with suffocating than taking a chance on her escape. I looked at those tits, bouncing around so freely, and decided to take care of them. I picked up a long length of a very narrow, but strong, nylon rope. Al had told me to use this type of rope on her because a narrow rope hurts tits alot more than thick ones, since thinner ropes tend to 'cut in' to the tit flesh.
I took a tit in hand, then wrapped my first loop around it. I started wrapping and tightening the rope close to the base of her breast. I wanted to tie as much of her big tits as I could and I had plenty of rope. Her tit was soon bulging like a balloon, but that didn't stop me. I started to loop more rope around her tit, this time about halfway up the length of the tit. I wanted this second rope to cut her young tit in half, so I tied it even tighter than the lower rope. Monica started screaming with real intensity after the second rope was in place. Her jugs had never been so abused before. The contrast between the shooting pain in her right tit and the unmolested left tit was a strange feeling. But it soon disappeared since I had more rope for her other tit.
While applying these, the panting young teen started screaming really good. She got so noisy that we had to jam the dildo gag back down her throat. It was easier to work in the sudden quiet, so I decided to try out one more thing on her subdued hoots. I took out some fishing line and cut off some short lengths. I made a good fishermans knot and slipped it over her bulging and fully erect nipple. Monica's nips were huge for such a small girl, and her tits were also especially large. The fishing line, when tightened, closed down on her tender nipple flesh. I pulled it as tight as I could...and saw that Monica was just shaking with the pain. I tied her other nipple in the same way. Amazing what a little bit of strategically placed rope could do to a young teen. She just lay there, her eyes partially closed, gagged and breathing heavily through her nose. Her body shook with occasional spasms, the result of the tight restraint applied to her big tits. She seemed to be drifting off into her own world of peace and pain.
"Time to shock her back into the real world, boy," said Al. "We don't want to completely destroy her mind, just bend it a little. We have to keep her focused on this dimension and I just happen to have a foolproof way to rivet her minds attention on her body." Al started arranging his electrical equipment on the floor and table. He had a bunch of metal clamps, cunt and ass probes, and lots of wire in a large toolbox. Al showed me how to connect a heavy gauge wire to one of the specially designed alligator clips. He put this clamp on her nipple and turned the special screw that tightened the clip on her nipple flesh. As Monica felt the sharp clips bite into her nipple, she started to moan even louder. Under the intensity of the pain shooting through her abused jugs, Monica could barely think straight. She accepted the added pain of clamps on her nipples, in fact, after hanging around Al so long, she had come to expect them. But she wasn't expecting what was to come later. Never in her scariest nightmare had Monica ever thought that a crazy man like Al would send heavy volts of electricity flowing into her body. She would soon see exactly how far a certain kind of man could go in his desire to abuse young female flesh.
Al clamped her other nipple in the same way and then connected the wires from her nipple clamps to a specially designed control board. This board, with knobs and switches, was in turn connected to a wall socket. Al stepped back from the helpless cunt and showed me how the control board worked. First, he flipped the switch that sent the flow of electricity into her nipples. By turning the knob, you could increase or decrease the voltage going into her body through her clamped nips. Al grinned and watched Monica as he slowly turned the knob, increasing the flow into her tits. At first, Monica only felt a strange tickling sensation in her tit tips. But as Al turned the knob, the itching feeling came to be a painful burning one. She hopelessly struggled against the tight restraints as she felt more and more pain explode in her tits. Al soon had the knob turned all the way, sending the maximum flow of juice into her tortured tits. Monica could only lay there, squirming and shaking with the pain. Al played with her by lowering the voltage for a while and then quickly sending her the maximum with a quick flick of the wrist. Monica tried to scream her lungs out, but the most she could manage were some pitiful moans and groans. The dildo gag was keeping her agony trapped inside her young, writhing body.
Al turned the knob down so that Monica only felt a mild burning sensation in her nipples. "See how a little juice shocks them back into reality?" said Al. "And just wait till we hook up the rest of the equipment; she'll really start squirming then." Al next reached down and picked up a long, shiny steel dildo about twelve inches long. It was very thick with wires coming out from the bottom and could be held in place by a special leather harness. Al showed my how to slip the harness around her waist and between her legs. It was designed to hold cunt and ass probes securely in their slippery holes. After securing the harness, Al was ready to ram the steel dildo into her helpless pussy. He rubbed the dildo's head around her cuntlips for a moment and smiled to see Monica's cunt start to juice from the metallic caresses. "See, the stupid cunt likes it...I've never had a girl turn on to this stuff so quickly. We're gonna have real fun with her."
Al was right. Even though her tits had been brutally roped, her nipples harshly clamped and electrocuted, Monica's pussy responded to Al's manipulations erotically. She didn't know what hurt more: the torture devices or the shame in admitting to these men that she was being excited by the cruel treatment. She felt as if her body had betrayed her. Al continued rubbing her wetting cunt and she felt herself start building to an orgasm. But Al cut all this short by savagely stuffing the steel dildo deep into her cunt. Before she could get used to the metallic invasion Al had taken a slightly smaller and thinner dildo and shoved it up her ass. Monica shuddered as Al secured the dildos in her holes with the leather harness that kept both dildos buried deep in her cunt and ass. But that wasn't all for the poor girl. Al also took more alligator clips and connected the wires. He grabbed her cuntlips with his fingers and proceeded to clamp her tender pussy flesh. The sight of Monica, with her cunt and ass packed tight, her nipples and pussylips clamped, had left me shaking with lust. I desperately wanted to fuck the little slut silly, but Al seemed to realize my predicament and said, "Just wait, you can fuck her brains out when this session is over. Besides, I'm not done yet. There's another clamp for her clit. Can't forget about that." Al rubbed and pinched her clit till it was standing up, firm and erect. He then positioned the clamp over her clit and tightened it till the sharp teeth were slicing into her quivering clit.
Monica just lay there waiting, waiting for the incredible pain that was sure to come. She just couldn't believe what Al was about to do to her. Although she couldn't move her head to see what was being done to her, she could tell that she would soon feel the most pain of her young life. Her nipples and tits screamed with agony from the tight ropes and clamps. She felt totally stuffed, like a Thanksgiving turkey, by the large metal dildos in her twat and butthole. The thick dildo in her cunt was stretching her cunt hard, almost to the tearing point. But it was the clamps on her cuntlips and clit that hurt the most. Her tenderest membranes were swollen and red. The young teen shook and quivered with pain and terror. If the electricity had hurt her tits so much, which by now were learning to deal with pain, what would her pussy and ass feel like when the electricity started? She would shortly find out.
Al had flipped the switch for her cunt probe and started turning the knob. The results were just what Al had expected. Monica began to moan again with fresh intensity as the juice poured in. As Al turned up the power, she felt the awful pain build up deep in her cunt. Her body shook with spasms as Al sent the maximum flowing into her vagina. Poor Monica could only lay there and pray that the dildo didn't cook the inner walls of her pussy. Satisfied with the results, Al turned on the rest of the switches and turned the knobs for all the devices. Monica was soon feeling pain everywhere. The burning sensation spread into her bowels through the ass probe and her cuntlips and clit were soon quivering from the biting electricity.
We just stood there and watched Monica quiver and moan, uncontrollable spasms contorting her bound body. Al said, "See what household current can do to a young cunt when you apply it in all the right places? But this ain't all my control board can do. I thinks it's time for the automatic pilot." Al pressed a button that automatically controlled the amount of juice and its location. The board would randomly send blasts into her tits, cunt or ass. Sometimes it would hit all three at once and it could also decrease or increase the amount of juice. This had an even greater effect on Monica. The machine kept surprising her, she never knew where the next jolt would be or how strong it would be. This hurt even more than the constant zapping of all the devices.
We continued to watch the girl and we could tell when the board sent a particularly strong voltage into her because her her tits and asscheeks would quiver and bounce with each strong blast. I couldn't hold myself any longer. I pulled my stiff dick out of my pants and jerked off watching the young teen shiver and groan. It wasn't long before I came and shot my come all over her bound and tortured body. I was shaking with lust and was looking forward to fucking Monica's brains out with my raging hard-on.
We kept up the electrical attack on her firm, young body for another twenty minutes. I would have liked to make her suffer longer, but Al said that enough was enough. Later on, in future sessions, we could zap her longer, but this was only an introduction for the new girl. Eventually we would zap her for hours at a time while whipping the living shit out of her tits and body. We could also fuck her ass or cunt while sending huge volts into her tits. But that was all in the future and would have to wait. Meanwhile, I was content watching her feel pain where she had never felt pain before: deep in her cunt and deep in her ass.
By the time we finished with her, Monica was a sorry mass of tortured female flesh. Her body was covered in a fine sheen of sweat, her muscles spasmed under the electrical attack and her tits were blue from the tight ropes. Al cut the power and removed the clamps and dildos from her helpless body. He released the bonds that held her to the table and helped up off of it. Monica was very weak, she couldn't stand up on her own. Al lifted her up over his shoulder and dumped her onto a bed in a holding cell where she could try to recover from the awful onslaught. Before locking the cell door, I could see Monica shaking and muttering to herself, "Oh God help me...help me..."
