More Show Than I Bargained For

“Oh my god...” I couldn’t believe what I was seeing.

Let me back up a bit ... I am a pervert. I will admit it shamelessly. Ever since I was a young boy I’ve enjoyed watching women. The way they move about is so beautiful, when they undress I feel the heat rising from the pit of my stomach. It’s such a treat to see them going about their day. I just can’t get enough of it!

I’ve had my fair share of skirmishes with the law. I’ve been caught a few times, sent to jail twice. I didn’t harm anyone though, just watched. They had their windows open for crying out loud, as if they wanted to put on a show. How could I have helped myself?

Well, I have since moved away, and now here I am. The particular woman I am watching I’ve had my eye on for a while. She’s a customer service manager at the local department store.

Allow me to describe this amazing beauty; she’s tall and of a slender build with what one would appropriately call a ‘bubble-butt’ nice and jiggly if you catch my drift. Humble chest, brown hair to her shoulders usually pent up in a messy bun, tattoos to make a sailor blush but she hides those under sleeves while at work, a button nose, honey brown eyes that somehow always look on the verge of tears, and lips that default into a pout when she’s not sporting her customer service smile.

Now you have an idea of this total bombshell of a lady. She’s irresistible, and the way she moves is like a dancer. I can only imagine what her hobbies were as a little girl, I think she was a dancer of types. I’ve never actually talked to her though so I really don’t know much about her beyond our customer service interactions.

I’ve watched her though. She’s so calm under pressure. She’s always sporting a helpful attitude even in the face of absolute trash humans. I’ve never seen anyone talk down a ‘Karen’ with such finesse as she does.

One day, this old hag comes in fire in her eyes and shit. She goes up to the service counter screaming up a storm at the poor kid behind the counter, god only knows what she’s yelling about. So, here she comes, my angel, and she takes the old hag to the side. They talk some, the hag yelling all the while this goddess is keeping a professional air, voice low but sturdy, and eventually the old hag leaves defeated. She is the one who manages the most obscene of customers.

I’ve had my eye on her since I moved here, I’ve studied her at her place of work, and slowly I’ve been shadowing her habits outside of work. However I’ve never pulled an all nighter following her until now. Dear god, what the hell have I stumbled upon?

I should probably add a bit more background to where I live.

This place is by no means a metropolis, nor is it a small town. I’d say we are a pretty decent sized city with a community college at the center. We have our fair share of traffic, new construction, neighborhoods and ghettos, and of course crime rates of drugs, murder, and gang related activities.

So, recently, a few female bodies have been surfacing in and around the particular neck of the woods I live in. Cops have the culprit profiled as such; middle aged to young adult male, caucasian, probably a blue collar job, definitely a recluse of sorts, intelligent enough to clean up their victim and stage in an area away from the kill zone, a rather brutal killer as well since the bodies are in rather terrible condition (What murder doesn’t leave the body in a terrible condition?).

How wrong they are. Oh how wrong they are.

All day I had been a nervous wreck, as tonight was the night. I was going to follow my sweet angel home and watch her, all night long. I was looking forward to observing her undress, go about her nightly rituals, and sleep soundly like the angel she was. I was imagining slipping into the darkest part of her bedroom, or even standing at the foot of her bed, with my special camera and snapping pictures to capture such a pure moment.

Was I ever in for a surprise.

Evening came with the regular fanfare of kids heading home for dinner, and the common working class returning from another mundane day at work.

My dear sweet angel didn’t live in a conventional neighborhood, she was in a modest three-bedroom place in the outskirts of the city. Not many other houses around hers, and she had a rather impressive looking garage on the property, this is important as this is where I witnessed the most grotesque thing I have ever seen.

I had been waiting for her arrival for a while, staked out in a well hidden area on the property, an overgrown garden of sorts. I think it was wisteria I had been hiding in, not sure, I’m a pervert, not a botanist. So, there I was waiting, and my heart leapt when I saw her pull up in her little yellow Volkswagon with the ridiculous eyelash magnets over the headlights. You know, the really stupid looking things that serve no purpose but to ruin the aesthetics of the vehicle? Anyway, she finally came home. She wasn’t alone though.

My angel went to the passenger side of her car and pulled out what seemed to be a rather heavily sedated older female. She was oddly rough with the woman too, like I had never seen her exhibit any trace of aggression until now. She led the woman to the garage and locked the door behind her.

How strange, I thought. I didn’t think she was the type to go out to a bar and come home with a drunkard. She had always done boring things, and was a bit of a loner when she wasn’t at work. This was odd.

My curiosity was burning by this point, what show would I be privy to tonight? My excitement grew and I made my way to standing on an old oil barrel I had moved in order to peer into the garage. Holy fuck.

Now, when people say ‘play room’ they mean something like a she-shed, a man cave, or even a BDSM type place. This was like ... more along the line of the BDSM route, but also like a fucking lab one might expect to see in an old monster movie. What the hell?! My angel, my sweet goddess of purity, was stripping the woman bare.

Once all the clothing had been removed she tied the woman’s wrists up and attached her to a shop crane that stood on a large rubberized mat. Once satisfied the woman was secured to the crane, she wrapped some heavy chains around her from the knees and down, I supposed it was to weigh the woman and keep her from thrashing. After adding a gag she lifted the woman so that her feet were about a foot or so off the ground.

What sort of kinky fetish did this woman have that I did not pick up on?

I continued watching as my angel pulled a cloth covered table closer to the hanging woman. She then retrieved a small generator with jumper cables attached to it next to the table and paused to inspect the woman. She looked as if she were considering something then slid a finger into the woman’s crotch, she looked at her hand after pulling it out and grimaced, “Never on their cycle. Ever.” She seemed completely disappointed. This was more and more interesting as it progressed.

My angel removed the cloth from the table, revealing a glut of what appeared to be torture devices. She selected a syringe and injected it’s contents into the woman’s chest. She waited just a moment and the woman was wildly animated, struggling furtively against her binds and making some rather queer noises as she tried to scream and yowl with the gag in her mouth.

The angel waited for the woman to settle down, “Are you done?” She asked in a voice so cold it sent shivers through my whole body despite it being the middle of summer.

“You’re probably wondering why you’re here. Are you not? Just shake or nod that pretty little head of yours.” She said, the cold voice almost a sultry purr.

The woman nodded. The angel grinned, if I had thought her voice was cold, this grin was even more chilling.

“You were quite rude today to my co-worker.” She said and sashayed around the table, affording a full view to the woman hanging. The sight of the table caused another episode of struggling and strange noises.

The angel attached the jumper cables to the chains on the hanging woman’s legs and turned a small dial on the generator. She must have customized the generator somehow as it seemed to deliver a measured, but not entirely dangerous, shock to the hanging woman. I could see the woman’s whole body seize under the electrocution.

“I don’t mind if I’m berated, it’s no big deal to me, but you belittled my poor little co-worker, this is his first job and he’s only a sophomore in highschool. How old are you? Late thirties? Forties?” She took a five inch serrated blade off the table and cut the gag off the woman, “Please don’t scream or blubber or I’ll shock you again.” She said as she completed the action.

The hanging woman didn’t heed the command and began wailing and screaming as loud as she could.

The angel turned the dial of the generator, and the other woman stopped her howls, seized up again at the flow of electricity, and trembled until the generator was turned off again.

This time the only sound from the woman was sobbing, she learned her lesson quick.

“Now, please answer my question, how old are you?”

Th-thirty-six” She muttered between sobbing.

The angel nodded and went back to the table, caressing the tools as she was deciding which she wanted to use next, “Ah, so you’re old enough to know how to be a respectful woman in society. Or were you spoiled as a child and never taught manners?” She asked as she held something that looked like a veterinarian would use to pull teeth from a horse.

The woman watched her closely, fear in her eyes and sweat beading her face. She began to whimper and hyperventilate.

The angel’s eyes flicked up to the woman’s face as she held the tool, waiting on an answer from the woman. “I asked you a question ma’am, you’re making me wait and I don’t like to wait on people when I’m not on the clock.”

The look of horror intensified on the woman’s face as she seemed to have missed the question entirely. “Wh-I-I-” She began to stutter trying to think of something that would satisfy her captor and hopefully stave anymore pain.

“Do you expect me to repeat myself?” She set the tool down and picked up something along the lines of a large needle. The angel then walked to the hanging woman and slowly pressed the needle into the woman’s thigh. The woman let out a yelp of pain. “Why are you doing this?!” she cried.

The angel then smiled at her hanging victim, grabbing a handful of hair and pulling at it rather violently, “I told you. You were being rude to my co-worker. You made him cry, and I won’t stand for that. You’re old enough to know better.” She let go of the woman and went back to the table, picking up six more of the large needles.

“You see, I despise people who feel the need to berate or belittle those who are practically defenseless against them. I don’t condone bullying behaviour, I believe we should strive for proper etiquette, being respectful of one another, and conducting ourselves with pride.” She said as she made her way to face the woman once more. “We are human, are we not? We shouldn’t lower ourselves to be like the beasts of this world, or conduct ourselves in an otherwise trashy manner.” As she spoke she gently ran a needle along the skin of the woman, from hip to thigh of the other leg and then slowly pressed it in. This caused the woman to cry out again in pain.

The angel placed the other five needles in places one in each arm, one at the top of the woman’s head, and the last directly into her navel. It looked almost like a voodoo doll or pressure point placement.

She went back to the table and retrieved some copper wiring. “It’s a shame you aren’t on a menstrual cycle. I’ve always wanted to see what would happen if I were to inject some hydrogen peroxide into the vaginal area. Would it foam out like a crimson cream-pie? Or would it expand internally, possibly bursting the womb? Maybe it would simply fizzle out like a liquidy queef?” copper wire in hand she began to loosely wrap it around the woman’s neck, then wrapped it around each of the needles. She stepped back to look at the woman, now sobbing uncontrollably.

“Let me go, I promise I’ll be better!” She squealed and sobbed, tears and snot starting to drip off her chin.

The angel giggled, I felt my whole body shiver again at that sound. “Oh my dear, it’s far too late for that. People like you don’t change, and the world will be better off. Just like all the others I’ve disposed of.” She went back to the table and looked for her next tool.

“What are you going to do to me? Why don’t you just kill me quickly?”

The angel looked up, her smile still curling those soft pink lips, “Now, where would the fun in that be? I don’t often have company, and I am a rather curious person. I’d like to see what happens if I apply certain stimuli to the body. See, I used to work on pigs but they are rather expensive. Now I have you. Others like you as well. You know I’ve never had problems with a man being an asshole to me or my co-workers which is a bit of a shame since I’ve had so many women test subjects. Such a shame indeed, I’d like to set a man up to my table and apply electricity like Dr. Frankenstein and his monster.” She settled on those pliers tool things she had earlier, “I wonder how many volts until I can get his dick to stand on end.”

Apparently the pliers had a sharp edge to them as she used it to cut and bend the tips of the needles to partly cover over the copper wiring. She held the pliers up and waved them in the face of the woman, “Pretty nifty tool here. I use them to pull teeth and cut, or bend my needles. I’ll be prying a couple teeth from that vile mouth of yours by the way, but not yet.”

“Please s-stop this, I promise, I won’t tell anyone, I won-” She seized again, and I could see the needles glow faintly, as the angel turned the generator dial.

“Don’t speak unless spoken to. This will only hurt more with those needles in you.” The angel said in that cold seductive purr.

“Now then, what next?” She was looking over her tools once more, ignoring the whimpering and sobbing from the woman hanging. She looked at the woman briefly and then back to the table in consideration. “I blame the parents.” She said as she continued contemplating her next move.

“We have a break-down in the home and it causes systemic break-downs in society. Parents get lazy, allowing for the public school system, or law enforcement to step in and take charge of parenting, the children get spoiled, or ignored. Blah-blah-blah, and once they become adults they blame everyone else, refusing to take personal accountability for their own recklessness and stupidity.” She held a pizza cutter up and stroked the circular blade. “If we had met under different circumstances, I think you’d find me to be a rather delightful person. I’m not always this pessimistic.” She said it in such a reassuring tone one might actually believe it.

Making her way back to the lady before her, she looked at her, gently biting her tongue as she planned just where to cut. “What’s your cup-size? DD-48? I do want you to answer that.”

“Yes. DD-48 exactly.” The woman’s trembling got more visible as the pizza cutter got closer.

“Ha!” the angel exclaimed, “I knew it! I’m a C-cup myself, not nearly as impressive as you. Oh, don’t get the wrong idea either, I’m not at all attracted to women, I’m just pretty good at sizing people.” She waved the pizza cutter around as she spoke. “Oh, this part will be a bit messy. Better put that gag back in.” As she said this she replaced the woman’s gag, which only served to spook the woman into another futile struggle.

With an annoyed sigh, the angel turned the dial of the generator briefly, then looked back at the woman, “What did I tell you? First, I don’t like repeating myself, and second, do as I say, don’t struggle, it’ll only make this worse.” She then set to work slicing off the woman’s breasts. Right then left. The woman tried to buck and scream, but the chains weighing down her legs, and the gag made it practically impossible to resist.

The angel took the breasts to a part of the table that was cleared for the purpose of holding removed parts. She wiped off her face and sighed again, “Well, now that those are removed. Lets get to work on your teeth.” She put on some heavy graded rubber gloves and took up the pliers again. “I do apologize as you’ll be feeling the electricity for the duration of this next part, you see it’s easier to pull them out when your muscles are seized.”

It was a rather gruesome thing to watch. The woman was helpless as her teeth were being pulled out, one by one, and the angel seemed to enjoy taking her time to prolong the pain.

I didn’t want to watch it, but it was like a train-wreck. I couldn’t take my eyes off this show. I’ve seen my fair share of gory horror movies, I’ve read plenty of body-horror comics. Seeing this in person was a whole different experience, and to see it carried out by the object of my deepest desires? This was incredible in every sense of the word!

The woman hanging now had blood pouring out of her mouth and onto her exposed, breastless, chest. Blood, tears, excrement, and spittle was pooling on the rubber mat below her.

“Oh my, I almost forgot!” The angel went to the table, fetched the copper wire again, and a rather large metallic dildo. “Can’t forget this!” She said with glee and shoved the dildo into the woman’s crotch, then put the copper wire on it and attached that wire to the strange net connecting all the needles. She then connected two strands of the copper wire to a chain on each of the woman’s legs. “Perfect.” She said and then looked up at the woman.

“Well my dear, it’s been fun but I’m getting a bit hungry.” With that she cranked up the generator and watched as the woman was electrocuted, the voltage causing the needles to glow and crackle with electricity.

It didn’t take long for the woman’s body to start smoldering. Once the generator was turned off the angel started to clean up the mess, leaving the still smoking body to hang a bit longer.

I stepped back from the window I had been peering in and vomited next to the barrel. It dawned on me, this was the one who was killing the women and dumping their bodies around the city. My angel, my sweet goddess of purity, was truly a vile monster.