Love - Tales Of Depravity - Part 2

Two butch female prison officers had the sheer stupidity to cross her, having her condemned to solitary confinement - plenty of time to think and reminisce.  Soon after her release back to her wing, she personally led ten girls who dared not challenge her authority into stripping and handcuffing the officers to the cell bars, smashing their knees and shins with their own batons, breaking their fingers, feeding them bucketfuls of shit, rammed the batons up their asses and cunts, Maureen herself thrashing them with their own waistbelts.  Apart from spending some time in the orthopaedic ward in hospital, they were incapacitated with PTSD, turned into nervous wrecks incapable of even filling a kettle.  Over the next five years, Maureen learned to personally avoid blame for the countless mutilations, bone breakages, burns, scalds, vaginal and rectal haemorrages and weltmarks that dozens of girls accrued besides the terror inflicted on prison officers who dared cross her.  She learned to indulge in the most depraved acts of vengeance and sexual gratifications she pleased by the age of twenty.  Setting one girl on fire, pouring bleach into her seared flesh, Maureen was extremely excited at the prospect of another girl being uglier than she.  The girl suffered over 90% burns to the 3rd degree, spending two agonising years in hospital, she was left in a grotesque state that made Maureen look like a beauty queen.  Several other girls had caustic soda thrown in their faces - always the girls who were the most beautiful.  As they lay screaming in agony, their hands clutching their faces and permanently blinded eyes, their fingers burned to the bone, Maureen molested them, fisted them, shit over them, kicked them, and masturbated for some time whilst watching their wriggling naked bodies writhe in agony.  A young girl, only seventeen, entered the borstal and within two months was molested and assaulted in every imaginable way.  This poor young creature then had her left leg sawn off from the upper thigh in a two hour agonising ordeal - held down by several other sadistic girls.  Maureen put three other girls through the horrors of a clitorodectomy, labia minora removal, sphincteral slicings - all with a rusty old razor leaving them with terrible infections.  Nipples were also shaved off, faces sliced, ears cut off, noses and lips removed.  Entire bodies were sliced and mutilated by that same razor, all for the sake of Maureen’s vengefulness and need for orgasms by violent means.  One young woman, aged 21 and only two weeks from freedom, had the brass neck to insult Maureen’s appearance.  The woman, after spending half a day covered in shit and undergoing every imaginable act of sexual humiliation before a dozen other fat girls, horrified the prison officers as she ran screaming to them.  Her hands were amputated at the wrists, her breasts lopped off, her vagina and asshole mutilated beyond repair - clitoris removed from the root (Maureen enjoyed removing a woman’s source of pleasure), she was then turned into a human fireball before being released down the corridor.  She burned for several minutes before reaching the officers to be extinguished - the rest of her life was a mental and physical prison worse than any POW camp on earth, to say the least.  The young woman’s friends were terrified to find Maureen was wanting them.  After removing their fingernails she compelled them to finger her, finger each other and lick each others fingertips.  One was compelled to amputate the hand or foot of another, remove a layer of skin, an ear, a nose, an eyeball, the lips - the constant threat of fire rendered them deferentially obedient.  Three young women, handless, footless, blind, earless, noseless, lipless, were then fucked by Maureens clitoris, kicked and abused by a dozen jeering fat slags, slashed with knives, pissed on, shit on, vomited on, forced to shit, piss and vomit.  Finally - after being burned with caustic soda stolen from the cleaning storage cupboards, they were permitted to crawl to the prison officers for help.  The officers, though horrified at these events, genuinely weren’t interested in the welfare of any of the girls in their care - therefore anything was permitted to happen.  Maureen was a victim of this culture, now she was the product of that culture.  When the prison officers decided to show some interest in maintaining law and order in the borstal - just to ensure their jobs stayed easy - they got their answer.  The most senior wing officer was kidnapped, stripped, sexually abused for six hours, skinned alive and hung by the neck from the railings of the stairwell, her intestines hanging from her belly.  Maureen was left alone, she eventually turned 21, the officers and girls breathed a sigh of relief at her formal release.

It was 1981, the world feigned prosperity and hope for all.  But no one wanted Maureen, nobody would employ her, no landlord would house her, she spent weeks on the streets on her release.  Too ugly to sell her body even that female last prerogative for survival was taken from her.  She forged a living by smashing the brains of the other vagrants and taking the few begged pounds from their pockets - she watched and waited all day until they scrounged enough from passers by.  Finally Maureen found herself in a women’s refuge, where for the first time ever middle aged and young women listened to her terrible story with a sympathetic ear.  She was given a room, given counseling and psychological support.  But by now many of the things she suffered, many of the things she saw and done as a result of that suffering, could not be discussed.  Maureen did feel glad and respected the humanity shown to her, hands of compassion finally reaching out to her, but it was too late.  The kind women had no real answers for her sexual needs - when Maureen complained that no man would want her the counselors were stunned and speechless.  What could be said?  Anyway, deep down in her heart Maureen knew she couldn’t trust anyone now, couldn’t let herself be loved never mind love.  All hope was gone, but the urges didn’t go away.  The psychologists tried their very best, they really did, and Maureen thanked them.  But her flashbacks and nightmares continued, her urge to punish didn’t cool.  She didn’t admit this to her counselors, she didn’t want to disappoint them and this tiny feeling of human being she clung on to - the desire to please another person.  A person who only wanted the best from you for the best intentions (something politicians always exploit).  Maureen always held on to this photon of light which to her was as bright as the sun.  She also didn’t want to admit this because she knew nothing could be done, she was beyond repair and the only sense of happiness and satisfaction she could now have in this wretched life - regardless of how superficial this satisfaction may be - was to indulge in violence and sexual gratification.

After spending several months in the women’s refuge, Maureen was asked if she cared for any kind of vocation.  She cunningly explained she’d dearly like to help other vulnerable people: the elderly, women, children.  Shortly afterwards she was sent to a care home looking after children of both sexes, another block looking after vulnerable women, another block the elderly -  run by social services and nuns.  At age 22 Maureen became a matron in this huge Edwardian refuge, she was to spend 24 years there in a reign of terror.  In this godforsaken place children from drug ridden abusive families, orphans of drug addicts, women coming off drugs or escaping violent drunken husbands, elderly underclass and working class people discarded by families who didn’t care - people the state never cared about therefore ceased to care for themselves.  The Nuns, surprisingly, were very unpleasant to these ungodly people who surely wouldn’t get past St Peter at the pearly gates - some of those Sisters she knew and they trembled upon meeting her again.  The social workers only mocked these minions in their care, battered and molested the children, left the women to rot, left the elderly to die.  Maureen was not surprised - knowing these institutions too well - she would enjoy unleashing her fury with impunity on these luckless innocents just as she was once mistreated.  And why not?  Better to reign in terror than to serve in fear.  Those Nuns had much punishment coming their way - Maureens legs knocked with excitement.

Sister Beatrice was her first victim, the old hag, 60 years old, was bathing and molesting a three year old boy - slapping him and barking at him when he wailed.  The holy bitch trembled and begged clemency when Maureen entered the bathroom, locked the door, and undressed.  Sister Beatrice was ordered to strip, enter the bath with the boy, suck his cock whilst cursing God and pledging allegiance to all ways of flesh.  Suck the brats asshole, fondle his body, have him bite her cunt and lick the old clit.  A can of petrol and a large butchers knife ensured the Nuns compliance.  Maureen manhandled the boy everywhere, sucking his young flesh, chanting “Lamb of God you harbour all the sins of the world, grow up and spread horror”, the Nun was compelled to chant also, with a knife swinging in the air to ensure obedience.  Maureen slobbered over the Nun, forced Beatrice to admit Maureen is so beautiful she should become a lapdancer or earn herself a fortune in prostitution.  Beatrice, still in the bath with the boy, was ordered to empty the can of petrol into the bath as Maureen dressed herself.  She had to promise the terrified Nun no match would be lit if she complied, disobedience would be “slash and burn” for both her and the boy.  Sister Beatrice complied, though a twisted women due to celibacy and religion, she did not want the boy to come to any real harm.  Maureen smiled, lit a match, and walked out of the bathroom and far away.  The screams of nun and boy were horrible, screams of agony to which Maureen masturbated in privacy.  A lazy police investigation ensued, Maureen had already spread rumours in the three weeks previous of Sister Beatrice’s increasing senility and odd behaviour - it was written off as a sick suicide case much to Maureen’s satisfaction.

Doing her night duty in the women’s refuge block, Maureen was glad to receive a young woman from the streets.  Aged 22 like herself, a heroin addict, it took the poor creature some time to realise she was already a previous victim of Maureen’s - rightfully so as she enjoyed bullying Maureen and getting her into trouble with the Nuns.  The wretched creature was dragged off to an attic room far up in an unused part of that old building.  There she was tied naked to a cot and fed bread and water.  For the first month her comedown from the heroin was terrible, she screamed and wailed for skag, only to get beatings and sexual abuse.  So far out in an unused wing, two unused floors below her, no one heard her scream.  Maureen reveled at the wretches heavy sweating, her pallor, her fear and trembling, her sickness.  This ill fated creature had to beg Maureen for forgiveness countless times per day, suck that oversized clitoris, suck that brown nipple, suck the asshole and let herself be treated as a toilet for every sort of ordure Maureen cared to excrete, emit or micturate.  Maureen loved making the girl drink her periods that big bloody bush had to be groomed clean by her tongue.  The girl herself endured so many fistfuckings her vagina was permanently dilated and her ass always leaked.  The poor creature had to pose this way and that, watch Maureen pose and commend her physical beauty.  When Maureen wasn’t savagely beating her, she was hugging her - telling her ‘baby’ she loved her and was moved to anger if the girl did not respond with “I love you too” immediately, softly, emotively.  Maureen needed that superficial love, to spice up her fuckeries, the only love she trusted and could swallow.  Several months imprisoned in this attic, the girl begged for release, instead Maureen brought her some ‘lovers’.  The girl obviously needed lots of love, just like Maureen.  The result?  Dozens of male clientele per week, the young woman was prostituted at a very cheap rate.  Subject to countless sexual humiliations, she eventually gave up hiding her nakedness in embarrassment at the many leering men - she apathetically opened her legs and exposed everything, posed this way and this, shit and pissed, became a toilet, became a punchbag, became an instrument of sexual relief.  She wanted to die, Maureen beat her, molested her, fucked her asshole and cunt with her clitoris, fucked the girls nostrils, and brought more clients.  It took a year and a half for the woman to finally perish.  Her corpse was still subjected to battery and fuckery by Maureen, and two dozen regular clients were happy to give her corpse one last good fucking before the maggots conquered it.  Even when it was totally rotten, Maureens revenge wasn’t satisfied - even in death she remained bound, an instrument of battery and fuckery until she fell apart and scattered about the floor.  Rotten limbs and torso, a skull also, gave way to the maggots - the skeleton always served as a plaything of Maureen’s.  The femur as a dildo, the skull as a pisspot and shit bowl, the fingertips as clit and sphincter stimulators.

In the geriatric wing, old men and women suffered under her nursing.  One old man, who needed help onto the toilet, tried to avoid Maureen and her wandering hands.  Eventually, Maureen caught on, laughing as he sat tremoring in order to hold in his shit and piss in order to avoid Maureen.  She simply waited until he dirtied himself, hauled him off to the bath, mocking out loud how a fully grown man should know better. The poor old boy was forcefed his own shit, finger fucked, then forced to endure those shitty fingers up his nose.  After a very rough bath where his dignity was removed in a variety of forced poses, fingerfuckings and friggings.  His old cock was impotent, which resulted in a barriage of verbal humiliations.  Maureen then demanded he fondled her naked body, as usual commenting on her beauty, before fingering her to orgasm as she sucked his inert member.  A grumpy old woman soon regretted getting ratty with Maureen, as she was slapped, stripped, pissed on, fingered anally and cuntily and finally forced to suck that big clitoris with her toothless old maw.  Two old men were compelled to participate in a menage a trois involving homosexual acts and lewdness they barely understood.  Acts of lechery that did not occur to their old minds left them shaken and silent in disgust.  Three old women were smothered to death by Maureen, their corpses getting the mandatory frigging and clitfucking.  Two old men also died mid orgy at bathtime - the leather belt gave them a heart attack.  Another old woman, who suffered weeks of fingerfuckings up the ass and cunt, shitfeeding, smothering, strangulations and lashings finally gave up the ghost in shock and despair - in death her countenance was pitiful.  Another old man and woman were led to the attic, stripped, sodomised by the fearful clit, lashed, treated as a toilet, forced to copulate with each other and with Maureen, engage in various shitting acts and receive further lashings.  When they perished their corpses were left hanging by the wrist to the cot where they were bound.

After spending several years abusing the elderly, she returned to spend some time with the tortured young women again.  Not that she didn’t cross over to the other ‘wards’ to indulge in horrors with women and children, only it was done with less frequency and intensity.  A young Nun was administering the Women’s Refuge Ward, very pretty face, mid twenties, her thin figure obscured by the veil.  Maureen directed the nun into a conversation about sexual urges and how she controlled them.  The young Sister confessed to intensive urges for men that could only be cooled with masturbation.  Sometimes she found herself amorously fondling teenage boys, even making two of them cum in their pants and swear silence, and sometimes getting terribly excited when being bathed by her other sisters.  After winning more of the young Sisters confidence over several days Maureen finally had her confess to indulging in full sex with a young priest upon the altar, so passionate and intense they returned to commit the sacrilege several more times.  She got pregnant, aborted the foetus manually, fucked the priest several more times before the bishop moved him to another diocese after catching them in the act (yes, the bishop had his share of her, the priest removed only out of selfish envy).  The nun went on to confess how she had oral sessions with a fifteen year old boy, sucked the cocks of three young men, stripped before them and had them lick and suck her everywhere till she came in convulsions.  But that was not all, even bathing three year old boys, fondling their pricks, got her frustrated sex excited, she sucked the urchins off, and taught them to rub her until it ‘felt nice’.  As for bathing with other nuns, this was nothing less than sapphism - very common in convents since mediaeval times and Maureen knew this already - she just wanted to hear the confession.  Maureen tried to seduce the nun, but the sister refused her advances, finally admitting under duress that it was the behemoths ugliness that made it impossible for her.  Maureen’s fury was relentless.  The young nun was dragged to the attic and stripped naked.  What a gorgeous body!  How shameful it is to hide such beauty behind those obscure smocks!  How the Church should burn for chastising such delights!  The nun turned crimson in embarrassment, which only excited Maureen, who reveled in shame and humiliation due to what she suffered herself. Those perfect round breasts with pert pink nipples, flowing black hair over a long neck and slender shoulders.  A slender back, thin belly and pert little bellybutton, a lovely black mane upon the mons veneris, thin hips like young tulips, size ten, slender long legs with perfect knees and beautiful size four feet.  No man or woman could fail to be attracted to her.  When forced to twirl, her perfect, pert, round, succulent ass with a delicious crevice came to view - any viewers mouth would water.  The nun, in her shame, was made part her legs, expose her slit from various angles and from behind, part the bumcheeks exposing a beautiful pink anus.  Part the cuntlips, showing her all; pink inner labia, a lovely shaped hood with the clitoris shyly peeping beneath, below it a little round urethra and beneath that a gorgeous pink love tunnel leading into dark warmth.  To watch her piss was magical, to watch that lovely asshole launch dirty turds was divine.  The nun suffered terrible shame and embarrassment throughout, having a very conservative Catholic upbringing.  When interrogated how she managed to indulge so much with her priest and boy lovers she responded that there wasn’t the same leering criticism and deliberate attempt to embarrass and humiliate.  This pleased Maureen very much, the debauch went up a gear.  No act of lechery was forgotten in those liaisons the disgusted Nun was forced to endure.  Watersport games, pissing into each others vaginas, assholes, mouths and over each others bodies.  Coporophilia, coporophagia (a can of petrol makes anything possible), emetophilia.  The Nun often found her self lapdancing, plastered in shit, beside those rotting corpses now almost withered to the bone.  She was forced to engage in necrophilia, blasphemy, sacrilege with stolen communion wafers, and further necrophiliac acts with the young womans skeleton.  The nun had to use the femur as a dildo, the skull as a toilet, drinking piss from it like wine from a goblet.  The poor sister lived in fear for months, Maureen had such a powerful psychological grip that even when the sister had to shit or piss, she’d let Maureen know just so the monster could watch and molest her afterwards.  The terrified nun attended the attic for fear of anyone finding out about her lecheries with priests, other nuns, teenage boys and toddlers - plus the threat of murder at the hands of Maureen.  Eventually, the nun was prostituted to dozens of clientele, almost dying with embarrassment as she had to dance naked in front of ten men at once, showing everything before submitting to fondlings and fuckeries.  Broken, the Nun committed suicide knowing no other exit.

A young woman of 18, just off the heroin and alcohol, came to the refuge to stay away from violent boyfriends, false friends and temptations to return to drugs.  Understandably, the girl wasn’t in the most sociable mood, suffering from depression and paranoia besides the constant craving for drugs and strong drink.  This poor creature was so unfortunate to have insulted Maureen’s polite advances, which often consisted of countless questions about ones personal life, ones miseries, bad memories and sexual experiences and desires in every detail.  Within several days, the girl had “signed out” on Maureen’s shift, the girl found a new home in the attic.  Sitting trembling amidst the bones, the two old corpses still chained to the same cot to which she was now handcuffed, there were comforts in the room if she needed them.  The girl was given many days to think deeply about herself, Maureen only visiting with bread and water, whispering psychologically manipulative sweet nothings and curses into her ears.  The poor creature was traumatised, doleful, weepy and overwhelmed with cravings - the comforts sat before her offering the tempting relief.  On a silver ashtray there rested a needle full of heroin, one joint generously filled with marijuana, one bottle of whiskey.  The girl gave in.  For one month the creature was fed this horrible stuff, in minimal doses leaving her with a constant craving of even greater intensity.  She hung over the abyss wishing she never climbed back out, never climbed back in.  During the blur of days and nights, the monster visited her more frequently, only ever whispering degrading suggestions, doing things to her.  Molestings, fondlings, suckings, her genitals and asshole could no longer be considered ‘private’.  Turds rested everywhere across the attic floor, old ones dried to a chalky texture, crumbling away, her own fresher - often little more than a scittery spray of sludge upon which she sat and slept.  The stench of decomposing flesh, shit, vomit and urine was overwhelming.  When the doses stopped, the girls sweats came on with desperate screams, she now lay on an extra blanket of vomit.  Her skin was all scourges and sores, now made worse by Maureens lashes and beatings with the broomstick upon which she was forced to kneel like St Catherine of Sienna for hours at a time.  Several months passed of whispered mental torture, lashings, beatings, kneelings, on and off the heroin like a yo-yo, molestations and clitfuckings, the girl became a gibbering wreck barely able to utter one coherent word between sobs.  Pitiful eyes in the dark, wide pupils, tear strewn cheeks, whimpering, only received Maureen’s demonic glare.  That one ‘all seeing eye’ looked terrible in the shadows, the blind eye, as evil as the gaze of an octopus observing its prey in the deeps.  The poor creature was forcefed the turds, old and fresh, besides the freshest - the excretions direct from Maureen’s anus straight down the gullet.  Pity, long left Maureen, who remembered her own wretched weepings for mercy and help with the coldness she received the present – the awful here and now that is forever part of history.  No pity now even for herself due to hope being long lost. Redemption dead, clemency perishes too - the girl was only inviting more malice - for this was all that Maureen now had to give.  Maureen, doing her best to love and reach out to another human being, increased her vehement abuses to fever pitch.  The girl who knocked on the door for compassion and redemption from her horrible life, in a seven day barriage of horrible battery, fistfuckings, molestings, burnings with cigarettes and scaldings, quietly perished.  The corpse was left dangling from the cot, not to rest in peace, but to endure weeks of further mutilations before boredom made Maureen move on.

Two more young women quickly followed, twin sisters, aged nineteen.  Quite pretty, fair haired and nicely built, attractive regardless of their underclass backgrounds.  Having escaped from their father who abused them mentally, physically and sexually from their earliest memories, sought refuge and peace.  Maureen coaxed them to her secret place when they sought to smoke marijuana without offending or being branded as offender for such a trivial thing.  Bewitched by Maureens seeming liberality, they soon regretted walking into the attic.  Forced to handcuff themselves to the cot and throwing away the key, the girls knew they were doomed.  Before giving in to Maureen’s demands, an attempted mutiny only resulted in deep gashes in the face of one and the left breast of the other - Maureen’s strength and sharp kitchen knives forced obedience from strong men - these girls should never have bothered trying for it would have meant a (minimally) easier transport to death.  Safely bound, their clothes were cut off; cheap clients immediately took advantage of their indignant position by the dozen.  Overwhelmed by embarrassment bound naked before a dozen leering men, they were forced to pose, expose pussies, shit, piss, even vomit and endure a plethora of assaults of every imaginable sort over three months.  Not one day off did those girls have, having been fucked every evening by over 900 men in 90 days, their vaginas and assholes were dilated and sore.  Now Maureen was to have her fill, lashing the cunny and asshole with a steel chain, rubbing their nipples with sandpaper, punched, kicked, slashed everywhere until they resembled a live Picasso, the girls were soon quite a mess.  Their bodies and faces then subject to hundreds of cigarette burns which formed horrible scabs, they were suddenly very unattractive.  Their minds gave in to psychosis and constant terrified weeping, still they were made perform the most indecent sexual acts with each other - their lunacy made them comply like cattle shocked with the prod - malleable as putty they even shit, pissed and vomited into each others mouths without the slightest hesitation (fear ensured immediate compliance and this was part of the psychosis - compulsive obedience just as any slave in a nunnery soon develops).  Refuge and peace is what they first sought, Maureen gave love and compassion in the only way she knew how - nonstop lashings and fuckings.  The girls, one after the other in the space of two days, expired, overused, overabused, torn apart by the injustice of humanity and nature.  Maureen was a little saddened at their passing, they were nice girls for all they endured.  Maureen knew she became an embittered monster, deformed in the inside as on the outside.  She wished she hadn’t, but it was too late, wasn’t going to blame herself - and interacted with people as best she could, even if it was ‘depraved’.  Though many would call her evil, Maureen surmised, with one photon of light she still tried to be good.  The corpses were treated like dolls - but dolls from an abuse victim are mothered with ambivalence at best.  With a saw, the arms and legs were removed, lovingly nurtured, sawn into pieces.  The torsos were cradled like babies - then gutted.  The maggots reclaimed all in their leisure.  Maureen had to seek love elsewhere once again.

A thirty year old woman, quite rough, experienced in streetfighting with years of living in the streets, proved to be no pushover.  Upon being deceived into the attic, she immediately gave a vicious onslaught of fists and feet.  Breaking the tight skinned scars, Maureen bled and stung.  Rage overcame her and bad memories.  Bad, bad memories that gave her inglorious strength in the most sedate moments.  The woman was soon, for the first time in her career, beaten unconscious into the corner where Maureen did not stop.  After 10 minutes of vicious punching and kicking, Maureen collapsed with exhaustion before her swollen enemy.  Stripping the unconscious wretch and binding her to the mattress, she set to slicing her breasts off, removing the clitoris and inner and outer labia.  No pleasure now for her - Maureen was going to ‘love’ her as best she could, but now would only use her.  The woman woke up in agony, finding the skin neatly removed from her face, head, neck and shoulders only to be neatly ‘transplanted’ onto the corpse of the 18 year old heroin addict.  The woman lay horrified and in terrible pain, as Maureen cursed and roared at her.  Showing the victim what ‘love’ she was missing out on whilst indulging in sapphisms with the refreshed corpse.  “The skin is our source of pleasant sensation and it is unpleasant to have it damaged” growled Maureen.  “You do not deserve pleasure!  You refuse it!  You refuse to love anybody!  You do not deserve your skin!  I’ll give it to her!” Maureen fumed, pointing to the girls corpse - informing the woman the girl was ‘loving’ with her in life and shall be resurrected again.  Maureen stroked the hair - the woman’s hair on the dead body for everything from the shoulders upwards was neatly removed to make a perfect mask on the girl.  Maureen could still enjoy the woman’s flesh, but love someone who genuinely wanted it.  The woman’s breasts were hung where breasts once sat on the girls dilapidated chest.  The clitoris and vulva were glued onto the blue-grey area where once there was a menstruating hole.  The woman squealed and shivered in pain, shrieking when Maureen fondled and molested her raw flesh, massaging the shoulders and scalp.  Over the next four hours, the woman endured unspeakable agony as all her skin was carefully stripped off and placed on the girl.  Passing out several times Maureen waited until she regained consciousness ensuring she was aware of every scrape of the knife.  Completely skinless, she watched in her agony as Maureen sowed the skin onto the corpse and for the next eight hours indulged in a variety of sexual acts before returning to the women who in her agony only begged for death.  In response to these pleas, Maureen molested her, fisted her (getting turned over to be anally fisted, then turned frontwise again, all whilst skinless is a very unpleasant experience), shit in her mouth, pissed over her, rubbed the raw flesh everywhere and sucked it for good measure – big  passionate slurps.  The screams were loud and terrible.  Finally the woman was a constantly screaming hysterical wretch begging to be killed outright.  Maureen doused her in whisky, which was to inflict even more terrible agony on the woman, and set her on fire.  The whiskey burned for less than a minute, leaving the woman a blackened, shivering wretch, the flesh congealed creating a protective ‘skin’ like a bandage this ensured she lived for several more days - which was Maureen’s intentions.  The slow agony of her death in that gloomy attic on its own would be unpleasant to say the least, a monster like Maureen only adds to the trauma, that ugly monster coming from the shadows in the peak of mindblowing agony only to put the victim through unspeakable savage debaucheries.  The fingers were snipped off with large pincers joint by joint, the toes removed, then the hands and feet - the stumps burned with stinging whiskey.  The woman finally gave up the ghost - Maureen leered over the corpse for days, as it lay in waiting for the maggots upon that old mattress.

Maureen now came to spend most of her time in the children’s wing, much to the chagrin of the deprived urchins who dwelt there.  She was the most authoritarian monster out of a cast of sadistic and sick authoritarian monsters consisting of nuns and half trained social workers, who enjoyed nothing more than bullying children into submission.  These children received a third rate education which though low in quality, was high in quantity.  Rotten with religion, their education consisted in repetitive English exercises, memorising cities for geography, times tables and punishment exercises.  Trying to make a 10 year old write 1000 words on the meaning of life or the need for a good conscience when they forget to learn another long prayer or do poorly in another spelling test is not just verging on the ridiculous - it is insane.  Few adults have the capacity for such abstract reasoning let alone children.  Maureen knew this style of pedagogy well, resented it, but had no capacity to transcend it - never having been given the conscience or reasoning ability to do so.  Her capacity for physically abusing children, leaving them bruised and cut, was ignored by her colleagues who enjoyed taking their own anal frustrations out on helpless urchins just the same.  Regarding the denigrations the children had to suffer, the constant barrages of verbal abuses, no one was not guilty of roaring into the ears of these urchins imprecations even prisoners of war would rarely suffer.  When these children weren’t enduring useless schooling, doing punishment homework’s or getting abused they were treated as slaves.  Those long institutional corridors, the dormitories, the leaking toilets, the classrooms, all had to be kept clean - plenty of children to do the dirty work saving on the costs of cleaners (much of the money was embezzled - cleaners and amenities were paid for but didn’t really exist).

A young boy and girl, both aged eight years old, were lured into the attic with the simple promises of toys and sweets.  Perhaps the children should have known better, Maureen was very severe on them for the slightest indiscretions.  She enjoyed taking their underwear down before everyone and lashing them furiously - sometimes even stripping them naked and whipping them around the room or playground whilst enticing all the other children to whoop and cheer at their nudity. She loved embarrassing and humiliating, it gave her a kinky, vengeful buzz.  Perhaps it was her deceptive change of spirit that attracted them, that need for warmth common to institutionalised people young or old, sucked them into the trap like moths to a flame.  The little boy, when naked, was thin, bony, wiry, pert arsed and had a little cock and balls that any adult could fit into the mouth in one gulp.  The girl, a thin bony frame similar to the boy, completely flat chested bar two larger round nipples, a slightly rounder arse and hips barely noticeable, a little slit that is so tight it completely conceals the clitoris and inner labia unless the legs are completely spread asunder.  The outer lips, though slightly puffy, resemble a baby conch shell.  The urchins were quickly ushered into sexual foreplay, posing, sixtynining and ass-sucking.  The latter two pleasures had to be coerced due to children’s black and white concepts of hygiene, it was at this point the rift started to widen into a gulf forming an impasse where love ceased to cross.  As tensions mounted and the children’s naivety about the more sophisticated aspects of debauch, let alone their total repugnance towards coporophilia and sucking Maureen’s clitoris, increased Maureen’s resentment at their failure to exchange love and tender feelings let alone ‘play dirty games’, that gulf turned into a black abyss.  Maureen in her fury strangled the girls’ neck, the child’s face turned blue and the mouth choked and gaped for air - at this point Maureen let her turd tumble out of that stinking anus.  The little girl was left choking and vomiting on the floor, her blonde hair all tangled.  The boy was next, Maureen slapping him as he cowered into a corner of that dreadful attic, stumbling over bones as he retreated.  Asphyxiation and a gusher of vomit from Maureen’s mouth left him in the same repose as his little girlfriend, his dark hair all tousled.  Maureen wanted them to make love to each other then to her.  Understandably they were not in the mood for lovemaking, and were scared by the bones and rotting corpses in the room.  Maureen warned them they would take their turns on the mattress if they refused to make love, explaining what happened to that skinless woman cursed by her failure to love.  Terror and massagings, besides a plethora of poses and cunny showings from the girl, raised the boys prick.  They had sex.  The boy came - eventually - the girl was brought to orgasm later on with a variety of cunnilingual, massage and fucking techniques.  Nothing is more beautiful than the sight of children enjoying their first orgasms, their confused pleasure ridden countenance, the shudder of their little bodies rattled by the most pleasant sensations.  Maureen hugged them, kissed them, pawed them all over.  The children became like dolls with glass eyes, their utterances of “I love you” become monotone.  This annoyed Maureen, who in a sudden turn set upon lashing them, forcing them to shit.  They couldn’t, enemas were administered - the children forced to administer to each other.  “Help your boy/girlfriend to empty” were Maureen’s commands.  Diarrhea everywhere, the children soaked in oozing shit, they were now whimpering and wanting to end the whole affair.  Having become totally uncooperative, they were lashed furiously around the room and chained naked to the cot beside the other corpses.  No one heard their fearful wails at night, no one heard their screams by day as Maureen tortured them - all the other children were wailing with nightmares or screaming under batterings anyway.  They complained about the smell and ugliness of the corpses, the noise of rodents scared them at night.  Maureen plucked their eyes out, stuck knitting needles into their eardrums, burned their nostrils and for good measure cut their tongues out to keep them quiet - children should be seen and not heard.  Clients were still willing to fuck them in this state, staring at their naked and battered little bodies, the young girls’ vagina now like a raw wound when she sat with the mandatory open legged pose.  Cigarette burns scorched their skin all over, little bones suffered greenstick fractures.  Finally, they perished and for weeks their decomposing bodies were savaged until there was no more to abuse.  Maureen picked whole lumps of meat off their bones feeding it to the children, women and elderly in the canteen - a food poisoning epidemic lasted for weeks and killed many elderly, a dozen women and two dozen children.  Nobody cared for the dead, nobody missed them - the state saved some money in the debts it created.

Maureen then preyed upon four twelve year old girls on a daily basis for three months, beating them, mentally torturing them, sexually abusing and humiliating them.  She ensured they only got three hours sleep per night due to punishment homework and housework.  In a constant stupor they could never keep up with the barrage of impossible demands made by Maureen’s colleagues - who only laughed and winked as Maureen was given another excuse to discipline and punish.  Stripping them naked in front of dozens of leering boys soon woke them up, leaving them screaming in embarrassment, trying to cover themselves as Maureen and her colleagues held their arms and parted their legs.  Turning them every way, posing them in every manner, the girls turned crimson and almost died with shame as the boys were given the opportunity to fondle and grope at their will.  These punishments soon got worse, the boys were soon fucking them.  The girls fell pregnant, the fruits were beaten out of their swollen bellies, as they ran naked around the assembly hall trying to avoid the stick and the lash.  Two girls committed suicide; the other two never left the mental hospital.  The fact that everyone in the institution was complicit in Maureen’s crimes, even if to a lesser degree of severity, served only to maintain her impunity as she humiliated children at shower time, molested four year olds on the toilet when needing cleaned, abused and raped them with her clitoris, beat them to a pulp often leaving them to wander the corridors for weeks with gashes and fractures that were left to heal naturally.  Street children suffered the worst, as they were on no register - the colleagues turned a blind eye to their disappearance as they did each others and Maureen’s savagery.  The attic filled with little bodies who prior to their demise were forced to fuck and abuse each other.  Yes, now Maureen was having groups of children gang rape and beat another child senseless - that one victim suffering for weeks in the attic until it was finally killed in the artificial savagery as sterile as the institutes corridors.  Up to twelve street children, sometimes with three or four women and several elderly victims, now dwelt in that horrible attic, in their own ordures - at the behest of Maureen, several of her more depraved and perverted colleagues and the outside clients who numbered hundreds.  One by one they died in the most horrible ways: skinnings, immolations, amputations, gougings, eviscerations, beatings and trepanations (which were always followed with headfuckings).  On the latter note, Maureen became reknown among her victims for clitfucking a hole she drilled into the skull of a victim - adult or child.  Besides this, beheadings, sometimes posthumous, resulted in her clitfucking the oesophagus and trachea - both in the head and on the neck still connected to the torso.  It was teenage boys who usually, for some bizarre reason, suffered the most with the head punishments - although they were often skinned, amputated or burned beforehand.

These horrors continued nonstop for years, her colleagues being more or less complicit in either turning a blind eye, or participating partially or fully.  The attic became a room strewn with bones, skulls, rotting corpses, faeces, vomit and piss - the smell overpowering save for the clientele and Maureen and her accomplices.  It was not until 1996, when a fifteen year old girl, a twenty year old woman, a seventeen year old boy and two boys aged eleven with two girls aged ten and twelve, escaped, did all this come to an end and with it the career of Maureen.  The teenage girl had her left hand amputated and the stump burned, her left eyeball gouged out, her entire body was black due to being burned, her hair was tousled and melted - she was naked.  The twenty year old woman, naked, had all her fingernails and toenails removed.  Her entire body was covered in cigarette burns, lash marks, bruises and knife slashes.  Her inner labia were chopped off as was her left nipple, her left arm was broken.  The teenage boy had the toes of his left foot cleaved off, his back burned, his left hand and fingers smashed with a hammer, his right forearm broken, his jaw was also broken.  His foreskin was crudely circumcised and the penis was festering, he had not a stitch of clothing to hide what dignity remained after the onslaught of buggeries by countless men and Maureens passionate tortures he suffered for two relentless months.  The two eleven year old boys were generally in one piece, naked of course, only suffering knife slashes and welt marks all over their bodies.  It was these two cunning urchins who managed to breach the locks and lead everyone away to safety - being skilled thieves before visiting the institution.  The ten year old girl was in quite a bad way, both arms were cleaved off from the shoulders, the stumps burned, her head was skinned, her teeth torn out, nipples, clitoris and labia were removed.  She was very week after three horrific months of rapes and beatings culminating to this horror - her black and blue body was due to be terminated in three days.  The twelve year old girl, in one piece, helped the younger girl along, both were naked, the elder girl having only endured three days of fuckeries of every sort.  She was covered in shit, piss and vomit - as is the case for any victim in the first two weeks.  Besides some severe bruising on the bum due to passionate thrashings, a swollen sphincter and bruised vagina, badly bruised nipples due to squeezing, she was fine.  They made their way onto the streets at around 5am on a summer morning, hiding in the shadows, when the first commuters appeared they delivered a shocking sight.  Police and ambulances were called - the sight of uniforms terrified the victims, and the shocked social workers were sent away in a daze - the sight of them made the youngest girl die of fright.

Immediate investigations were made, the teenage girl dying several days later, the boy committing suicide within two weeks - both still giving a lot of information being the victims for longest after the deceased youngest girl.  Their stories were horrifying and were kept secret from the press.  The two young boys, the twelve year old girl and woman never mentally recovered, spending the rest of their lives in psychiatric care - still they gave their stories before psychosis completely ate their spirits.  The institution was shut down, and further investigations told countless terrible stories of degradation and abuse by young and old alike.  The attic brought its own horrific revelations, leaving several police officers and detectives in a mental hospital for six months.  Hundreds of skulls made mountains, bones and ordures littered the floor, rotting corpses hung all about the room creating a surreal sight.  Maureen was arrested, and after putting up a vicious fistfight with a dozen officers, was dragged off to a women’s prison, put through a hasty trial and callously sentenced to prison for the rest of her natural life.  The courts, the jury, the police officers, did not listen to her tragedy.  No one cared about how she was turned into a monster, only reigning abuse on her head.  She was beaten and humiliated daily in her cell.  When she mentioned these abuses the judge only laughed, the jury jeered, her own defense mocked her.  When she sought clemency and told her life story - again she was scoffed.  She asked for anonymity in the prison - she was assured her story would be made known to every female prisoner.  Again Maureen pleaded, this time asking only for compassion, even impersonal human love - borne through clemency, would do.  The judge roared abuse at her, the jury followed, the prosecution degraded her, her own defence barristers spat in her face - soon the whole court set upon beating her, led by the judge.  Dragged off to jail a bloody mess with all the hair torn out of her head, her own defence ensured her good eye was gouged out with a pen blinding her.  The judge broke her fingers, her scars were injured and bleeding, the jury broke her arms.  The prosecution stuffed the cases papers up her vagina and anus and set them alight.  All throughout this ordeal, she screamed for mercy, begged forgiveness, repented, recanted the story of her making - begging they punish the evil that made her possible.  Before passing out, in a veil of desperate tears, she asked for individual, or even a general, impersonal, human love.  She got nothing.

Dragged off to jail with terrible wounds, she sat in her cell for weeks.  The doctors gave her crude treatment, the vaginal and anal burns didn’t heal properly, and it was painful to walk.  Her fingers didn’t set properly and were gnarled, her arms healed but not straight - no nurse genuinely nursed her.  A wild animal gets better treatment.  The women were thirsty to punish her, child killers, granny killers and sex abusers are not at all welcomed in prisons, especially women’s prisons.  Finally forced to leave her cell, by the butt of several female prison officers batons, Maureen wandered blind and terrified among the women.  They jeered as she awkwardly bumped into them, her hands reaching out, only to trip over a step to land on her face.  For weeks the prisoners merely teased her, not touching her, only pushing her, knowing her terror was a sound torment.  Constantly begging for clemency, constantly repeating that in all her years she only wanted someone to love, that no one loved her, that this hurt made her hurt in return.  Finally they set to beating her, these beatings lasting for 3 months, Maureen was a mental wreck.  At last, her relief came in that final dark hour.  For some days beforehand the beatings turned into relentless perverted tortures, keeping her awake at night, the prison officers were long complicit in the savagery.  They beat her, skewered her anus and vagina with knives, removed her beloved and infamous clitoris from the root, gouged out her tongue - the last word she spoke was ‘Love’ in the sentence “please, before killing me, just give me love”.  Her whispers were unheard in their savage screaming like hyenas.  Deliberately deprived of sleep for five days in the most intense mental and physical tortures, Maureen had every bone broken in her body, was hung by the neck over the stairwell where every cell in the wing could see her dangling corpse.  For three weeks they reveled at the sight, mocking and degrading her, hating her even in death.  Even in death she was deprived of one thing essential to the good life:  Love.