Birthday Surprise II

The syringe plunged into the purple buttock, administering the substance. Pati held the plunger embedded in the vein for a good while longer than necessary, savoring this new form of desecrating the victim. When she finally finished the operation, she didn't give a thought to dressing the injection site. Instead, she let a crimson trickle of blood flow calmly down Jacek's backside and leg.

The girls released Jacek from the straps and dumped him from the bed onto the dirty floor of the apartment. Pati prepared another tool taken from her backpack: a whip. They waited, giggling softly, knowing exactly what the next act of their diabolic spectacle would be.

A strange transformation began to shake Jacek's body—as if he were regaining strength in his muscles, moving slightly. But just as he thought he was regaining control over his body, his muscles failed him again, but this time swinging to the opposite extreme, where immobility would have been a trifle. To his utter horror, his entire body was seized by crushing spasms and convulsions. He began to writhe in total chaos across the floor, limbs tangling, bouncing on his stomach, tossing his head like a possessed man—all of it completely without the brakes of his conscious control.

Whack!

Pati struck him with a sudden overhead swing of the sharp whip along his back, leaving the first red stripe.

"Don't move, bitch!"

He obviously could not obey the command and remained in convulsions.

Whack!

As he twisted onto his back for a moment, the second strike of the whip cut across his chest.

"Stay still, bitch!"

In a continuous fit, he rolled onto his back again and writhed across the floor in a random direction.

Whack! Whack! Whack!

Three flexible, lightning-fast strikes of the whip cut across his legs.

"Don't move, bitch. I'll whip you until you calm down!"

He continued to writhe, unable by any force to stop the epilepsy induced by the injection. Pati fell into a truly Bacchic fury, lashing with the whip again and again, without pause, without reason, always with a swing, always putting the maximum strength she could muster into each blow:

Whack! Whack! Whack! Whack! Whack! Whack! Whack! Whack! Whack! Whack! Whack! Whack!

Meanwhile, Gabi wasn't idling. She sat down at Jacek's laptop and simply couldn't believe her good fortune. She got into the system without a password, and in an open browser tab, Jacek was logged into his email!

Pati and Gabi had plans for Jacek's future. Plans that no one should interfere with.

The matter of neighbors who might notice something was settled for the moment—in the terrace house, besides them and Jacek, only one family lived, and they were on vacation. Gabi had previously asked the father of that family, sweetly and ostensibly out of pure interest, how long they were going for, and received an answer that it was for a month. So they had plenty of time for now; they would think about how to handle that inconvenience later.

All contacts had to be checked. They had scouted him earlier and knew he was a loner with no contact with his family. They suspected that his only regular social contact, through which his sudden absence might cause interest or concern, was his work. He worked remotely as an IT specialist.

Indeed, a review of the mail seemed to confirm this. No important emails other than employment matters from the company.

"Pati, how are we doing this in the end?" Gabi asked. "Do we write a resignation for him, or do we let them fire him for absence?" They hadn't yet decided which method would provoke fewer questions.

Whack! Whack! Whack! Whack!

"Write a beautiful and professional resignation for the bitch," Pati answered without interrupting the whipping.

"It'll be a bit hard to focus with the whistle of the whip over my head," Gabi replied jokingly, "but priorities are priorities; our bitch must be trained in obedience."

So she sat and wrote the resignation to Jacek's boss, pondering how to phrase it so as to leave no doubt or controversy, ensuring further contact with his work was kept to a minimum.

"I'm telling you not to move, you spoiled bitch! Still not enough? If you don't calm down, I'll lash you to death, you anal slut!" Pati tortured Jacek with an impossible command.

Whack! Whack! Whack! Whack! Whack! Whack! Whack! Whack! Whack! Whack! Whack! Whack!

Bright red, bloody stripes marked him in a true web, a mosaic that turned his skin into a canvas for a sadistic painting. In some places, the skin had begun to crack and bleed.

Then, when she had had enough, Pati gave him a second injection, neutralizing the effect of the first. After a short moment, the dancing body calmed down and fell back into paralysis.

After writing and sending his resignation, Gabi put on her nylon gloves again and proceeded to the fourth series of chili sauce torture. This time, she rubbed it directly into the fresh wounds of the skin, cracked from the exhausting whipping. Jacek felt as if he were being torn apart from the inside by a thousand tiny points.

Pati took photos of his thoroughly battered body and uploaded them again to pornographic sites.

"Pati, do you know what I imagine that makes me so wet? I want to kill him in the most painful way possible. Imagine we throw him into a tub of boiling water; the boiling water squeezes the blood out of all his wounds like juice, the water turns red, the chili effect mixes with the burns, and from the pain, his dick lets go, and the blood in the tub mixes with urine. He dies in such a bath" – Gabi fantasized wildly.

"Sounds like a plan for the future," Pati replied.

Both burst into long, uncontrollable laughter.

Gabi became strangely quiet, thinking intensely. Without a word, she opened the bathroom door of the apartment and scanned the room. There was no tub, only a shower.

"You know what, Pati? I have to realize this as much as possible right now. I'll take him under the shower. I'll turn the hot water to the maximum. He dies, he dies. I have to, I can't stop myself!"

"Gabi, we were supposed to subject him to trauma, and then slowly train him into a bitch. If you kill him, you'll have a momentary orgasm and that's it; we'll have to look for the next victim," Pati tried to dampen her enthusiasm.

"I don't care. I have to do it."

"Okay, it probably won't kill him instantly anyway," Pati yielded with surprising lightness.

Gabi grabbed Jacek's limp body from behind by the arms and dragged him across the floor to the bathroom. She entered the small shower cabin with him and positioned him against the wall. Back to the wall, ass on the floor, arms slumped at his sides, legs helplessly splayed.

"We'll take this shower together, you slut."

She stripped off her tracksuit until she was naked. She stood over him, seeing how his gaze fixed on her tight, shaved cunt.

She turned the knob from the hand shower to the overhead shower and opened the valve to the maximum.

The water scalded her too, adding a slight touch of masochism to her sadistic delight. She watched as the wounds on Jacek's body turned crimson under the influence of the hot water. She knew that if he could, he would be screaming. The drug they had previously given him in vodka had a very specific and precise effect: simultaneous paralysis of the body and the inability to lose consciousness, even from extreme pain. This guaranteed that the victim in a torture like this would experience no relief, which would have spoiled the fun for a girl like Pati.

"Now look, you bitch, we're in the shower together. I've stripped. Admire my commanding body. But don't get any ideas. I would never give myself to a pathetic whore like you. Did you really think we came to celebrate your birthday?"

She was becoming very wet, scanning Jacek's body lengthwise and widthwise, observing how the destructive hot droplets scorched the redness and the wounds. The victim began to shake convulsively. Pati sensed that this truly threatened death.

And she didn't turn off the valve. Instead, she lifted his limp left arm and pressed his hand against her cunt.

„I'll do you this favor. See what it's like to touch a high-breed cunt. Go on, go on" – she steered his lifeless hand over her wet, peaking cunt – "I'm wet, I'm wet, I'm wet!" she screamed.

She pulled his hand back, which slumped back down along his body. She came, orgasming with a beautiful, majestic gush, and the juice sprinkled Jacek's protruding stomach.

"Aaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhh!" she moaned, peaking.

"Gabi, did you kill him?" came Pati's voice from the apartment.

Gabi looked at Jacek's face. Closed eyelids. He wasn't breathing.

"Oh fuck, I think so!" she screamed.

"You stupid slut!" Pati screamed, bursting into the bathroom. She looked at the victim. "He's not breathing!" She immediately turned off the faucet. "Resuscitate him, you slut!"

"What? How?"

Wham!

Pati slapped Gabi hard across the face.

"Do what I say, rag, or I'll beat you so bad you'll never forget it! Mouth-to-mouth, now!"

In a state of shock and terror, Gabi began resuscitation.

"You better succeed, rag, because I don't know what I'll do to you! This is a perfect slave for years, not for killing after a few hours!"

Sweating and trembling, Gabi continued the resuscitation as best she could, although it seemed to be having no effect…