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Thank you for your consideration. -------------------------------------------------------- Charlie's Angels (MF, nc, v, tor, bd, sn) By Anonymous Author (anon address) *** It is not the intention of the author to infringe upon the original author's works or the television networks copyrights. This is a parody of the original and is only loosely based upon the TV show. *** Jill pulled back the slide on her .45 and took a deep breath. "Ready, Julie?" she whispered. Julie nodded and cocked the hammer on her .44 revolver. "How about you, sis?" Jill whispered. Kris shrugged. "It doesn't bother me that we're outgunned ten to one," she whispered. "But why the hell do we have to mount this rescue operation in our swimsuits?" "The average power-mad megalomaniac tends to hire mostly straight, male guards," Jill replied. "If those guards waste a split second looking at your tits, you might get the drop on them." "Fair enough," Kris conceded, cocking her .38. "Stay alert," Jill cautioned. "Boswell's life depends on it. OK, go on three. One...two...three!" Jill kicked the door open, and the three Angels fanned out into the dark room. "Flashlights!" Jill whispered. "Allow me," said a deep, ominous voice. Suddenly the room was flooded with light. The three women winced, blinded. Kris cried out in fear as she saw what confronted them: twenty hooded men dressed from head to toe in black and armed with semiautomatic weapons, all of which were squarely leveled at the beautiful Angels. At the center of the semicircle of guards stood a sinister-looking, goateed man in a black turtleneck and sport coat. "Scorpio!" Jill cried out. "Then it was a trap all along." "Of course it was a trap, my dear Miss Munroe. And now you have come to me like lambs to the slaughter. Drop your weapons, please." "All right," Jill whispered. "Jill!" Julie cried out. "What choice do we have?" Jill hissed. "Just do it. You win, Scorpio." "You don't know how right you are," Scorpio chuckled. * "So nice of you to dress for the occasion," Scorpio said with a smile. "I'm sure my men will appreciate the sight of three lovely, scantily clad young ladies in excruciating agony. Let's begin, shall we?" "You won't get away with this, Scorpio!" Jill shouted. "Perhaps not. But whether I do or not, Miss Monroe, will be irrelevant to you. You see, you are about to die a slow, agonizing death." Jill's heart was pounding, for she knew that it was true. She and Julie stood with their hands bound behind their backs, nooses tight at their throats. Ropes ran from each girl's neck up to twin pulleys, which were mounted at the top of Scorpio's well- used gallows. The ropes then fell back down to Jill's eye level, where they dangled freely. Jill felt herself begin to panic as she realized how utterly routine it was for Scorpio to order women hanged to death. In fact, the dual gallows from which she and Julie were about to be hanged suggested that the arch- criminal took pleasure in watching two women swing simultaneously. Two of Scorpio's largest, most muscular minions stood behind Jill and Julie; he nodded towards them. "Let's get Miss Rogers and the elder Miss Monroe started first." At Scorpio's command, one of the burly, hooded guards took hold of the rope that ran to Jill's noose. The other thickly muscled guard seized the line, which ran to Julie's throat. They began to pull in unison, muscles rippling as they put tension into the thick, coarse rope. Jill felt the noose grow ever tighter at her throat as she and Julie were slowly pulled up onto their tiptoes. Jill was starting to have some trouble breathing, and as the noose grew tighter and tighter around her neck, each breath became more difficult, more painful. She heard someone making soft gagging sounds. Was it Julie? No, they were coming from her own throat! Jill was astonished to realize that she was listening to herself strangle. She began to squirm and wiggle in her bonds. She didn't want to put on a show for Scorpio and his men, but what choice did she have? She couldn't help herself! Her body was reacting instinctively to the pain, ignoring her desire to be still. Jill managed to turn her head a little so that she could see Julie. Like Jill, the gorgeous young brunette was balanced precariously on her tiptoes, and a significant portion of her weight was on the noose. Jill's heart sank as she saw how much pain Julie was suffering. The brunette's pretty young face was twisted and distorted; obviously, she could breathe enough to survive, but each breath was clearly bringing her tremendous agony. Her eyebrows were arched up in a classic expression of pain, and tears were streaming down her cheeks. Her soft, red lips were slightly parted, and her pink tongue had rolled partway out of her mouth. Every muscle in her gorgeously sculpted body was tense and rippling; Julie's whole body spoke of the incredible torment, which she was clearly experiencing. Julie still had on the hot pink bikini she had been wearing when the girls were captured. Jill was startled to notice that Julie's nipples were stiff beneath the thin, pink fabric. Then she looked down at her own full, pouting breasts, and was astonished to see that her nipples were jutting, rock hard, through the thin fabric of her orange, one-piece swimsuit. And yet it was quite warm on the gallows platform. Could it be the strangulation itself that had made her nipples so brutally, painfully hard? "Hold them there, gentlemen," Scorpio commanded. "Let them keep their toes on the ground for now. We want these young ladies to last as long as possible, after all. And we wouldn't want them to miss young Miss Monroe's performance." Kris sat in front of the gallows; thick leather straps at her wrists, neck and ankles secured her to a heavy, wooden chair. She was wearing a skimpy, black string bikini. Kris was shivering -- again, not from cold, for it was quite warm, but from pure fear. Jill could see the terror in her sister's eyes. Kris didn't say anything, but she didn't need to. Jill knew exactly what her little sister was thinking: "oh, God, Jill, I'm so scared!" Jill had never felt so helpless in her life. Hang in there, sis, she thought. It'll all be over soon. Scorpio beckoned to one of his guards. "Please relieve young Miss Monroe of her bikini." The guard drew a long, wicked-looking blade. "With pleasure, sir!" Jill struggled in her bonds as the man approached Kris's helpless body. She wanted to cry out, but she was strangled, speechless. Scorpio, you bastard! she thought. It isn't enough for you to torture us to death? You have to humiliate us as well? Can't you at least leave us some dignity? Kris flinched as the blade sliced through the straps of her bikini top. As the tiny scrap of black fabric fluttered to the ground, Kris's firm, splendid young breasts spilled free. Round and supple, they scoffed at gravity; the nipples, which topped them, were pink and perfectly formed. Jill had always been slightly jealous of her sister's breasts. Now she could barely stand to watch as Kris was viciously disrobed before two-dozen men. "Now the g-string, please," Scorpio ordered, and with two more cuts of the knife, Kris was totally naked on the chair. The barest dusting of light blonde peach fuzz decorated her tightly inviting pink slit. "The nipple electrodes," Scorpio commanded, and two heavy cables were taped into place across Kris's pouting pink breast peaks. "And now the vaginal electrode." This was a cable, which terminated in a long, thick steel phallus. Kris began to squirm in her leather bonds when she saw it; as the tip of it entered her, she began screaming. Scorpio smiled at her discomfort. "Come now, Miss Monroe, it's only twelve inches long, and three in diameter. Surely that's not too much to ask of a modern woman such as yourself." Then, to the guard: "Be sure that it's fully inserted." Kris whimpered as the huge phallus disappeared inside her. Scorpio turned to the guard who stood over the chair's control panel. "Apply the current, please. Do it slowly; ease her into it." As the current tore into her, Kris began to scream again. Her exquisite young body began to twitch and convulse. Her proud breasts quivered; her face contorted in pain. Scorpio laughed. "Excellent! The three of you seem to be in splendid agony. Now, let's see how long we can keep you that way, shall we?" Over the next several hours, Scorpio directed the slow torture of the three lovely Angels. He was precise, meticulous. He watched Kris's face carefully, looking for any clue that would tell him how much pain she could take, and ordering changes in the current accordingly. He watched Jill and Julie, saw how their faces contorted, listened to their labored, tortured breathing. When the time was right, he ordered them lifted higher: half an inch, or a quarter. It was always just enough, somehow, to keep them in maximum pain. The man was an expert, a genius; he had a real gift for torture. He had an uncanny ability to measure a woman's pain threshold, to take her there and hold her there for what seemed like forever. After several endless hours of this, Scorpio had a sudden thought. "You know, you ladies can't really expect my men to keep watching you like this for hours on end without any release. Would one of you be good enough to oblige? Miss Rogers, perhaps? Yes, very kind of you. Sergeant, please remove Miss Rogers's panties. Yes, you can cut them off; she won't be needing them again." The guard sliced Julie's pink panties off her suffering body, revealing her dark brown pubic bush. "Line up, men," Scorpio commanded. "There's plenty of Miss Rogers to go around. Then, to the guard who held Julie's noose rope: "Pull her up off the ground. Miss Rogers, I think you'll find that if you wrap your strong, young legs around the waist of each man as he makes use of you, you'll be able to take some of the weight off your noose. If you don't, well, I'm afraid you won't last much longer, but that's all right; we'll just try again with Miss Jill Monroe. Carry on, Sergeant." Jill watched in horror as they raped her friend. One by one the entered her, grabbing her ass as she suffered and squirmed. She did as Scorpio told her--what choice did she have? As each man penetrated her, she struggled to wrap her legs around his waist; she thus managed to support herself enough to keep breathing. Jill could tell what it was costing her, though. Jill could see looks on the men's faces as they raped her friend. They were enjoying it immensely. Jill had a sudden, horrible thought. Julie couldn't help but fuck them; they would feel her body's spasms of pain, and to them these would feel like sex. But there was more to it than that; it wasn't a purely physical thing for them. Part of the turn-on for them was that Julie was in agony the whole time. The fact that she was being tortured to death while they raped her was clearly part of the thrill. Jill wondered how much of this her friend could take. Julie was fit, trim and athletic; she was in great shape. But she was wearing out. The endless parade of strange cocks was exhausting her. They raped her ruthlessly, all twenty of them; some came back for seconds. Only Scorpio and the two guards who held the noose lines abstained. "Don't worry about them; they're eunuchs," Scorpio commented. "As for me, I prefer to watch. It really is quite an impressive feat, Miss Rogers. Congratulations. But I think you've earned a rest now." As if on cue, the last guard finished and withdrew from Julie; she was now left to hang freely. Her legs kicked wildly as she began to strangle, at last, for real. At a gesture from Scorpio, Jill joined Julie in the air. It was almost a relief to discover that she was now totally strangled, that she couldn't breathe at all. Thank God it's almost over, she thought. But she wasn't quite there yet, and the last few minutes hurt more than she had ever imagined they could. Kicking, convulsing, suffering, she fought her way towards a death she had more than earned. As tremendous as her own pain was, it was far from the worst thing that Jill experienced in her final moments. As Jill's twitching body danced in the air, Scorpio ordered that Kris be given a fatal dose of current. Through a red haze of agony, Jill thus got to see her baby sister fry on the electric chair. Kris's sweet young body was wracked with spasms; she danced like a broken toy as the shocks cooked her from the inside out. Her eyes bulged, her tongue rolled out, and the stench of burning meat filled the air. Oh God, sis, I'm so sorry, Jill thought. She turned her head, unable to bring herself to watch her sister's final tortured moments of life. What she saw instead, just before darkness engulfed her, was Julie's limp and lifeless body, which hung next to her like a side of beef, semen and urine dripping slowly down her naked thighs. END ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author does not condone the described behavior in real life. ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ Kristen's collection - TV, Sicom & Movie Archive