Darkmind
Magistrate
With all the big screen films at the time featuring the end of the world, people thought it would be caused by some big disaster. They thought it would be Aliens, some man-made plague or maybe even a super volcano. But it was none of those things. It was just plain, boring economic collapse. Seriously, bankers made one too many gambles and that’s what brought down the global economy. I was actually a little disappointed.
As the money became worthless so did the governments that backed it. As the collapse worsened over half of all people died. So when rulers stepped forward, of any kind, they were welcomed as long as they offered some stability. Just as when the police in 1800s New York could not keep the order, gangs took up the job. That’s how the world works now.
It was a mafia man who collected all the gold in 50 miles, melted it down and used it to make his own currency. Not sure how things are done elsewhere but that got people working. It got the food production up so much so James Mcfieder as he is known was hailed as a hero. Soon as a steady flow of food came and the coal plant was producing power some called for elections. After all that Mcfieder was not giving his kingdom to anyone so that idea died quickly.
That’s how I came to work for Mcfieder, he needed people to do questionable jobs and not ask questions. When he gave me my first job I had not eaten in two days, so as you would expect. I didn’t ask questions. Turns out the best way to kill an idea is to kill those who think it. That’s how I helped end that election idea. With the squeeze of a trigger I had coin, food and even a good place to stay. I continued not asking questions.
In fact I was so good at not asking questions that Mcfieder himself called me his “Fixer”. All those years of questioning the world and the best thing I ever did was stop. Have to let go of the morals as well but when you have been hungry. I mean real hungry, to the point where you are thinking of cooking your shoes that is not as hard as you might think. Just as well those shoes were mainly plastic.
Mcfieder did not keep all the wealth to himself. I have to admit he has done more then I probably would to let other have a chance to get wealthy. Plenty of people have started businesses and as long as they pay both respect and tribute. They can have all the success they can grab.
Some do well but some, just as in the old world, well they don’t do so well. This brings me to Mickey Donovan. He had two factories and was living it large. I mean old world rap star rich. A few months ago he married this beauty queen named Michelle. She was a whole new level of beautiful. So much so that I’m Greek goddesses look down on her body with envy.
But just after the wedding Mickey borrowed some coin from my boss to fund the takeover of a rivals factory. The guy was going to create new work for people, it was going to be great. But after his first two factories were burned to the ground he found himself finished, we don’t have insurance anymore you see.
Owning Mcfieder big and knowing he could not pay he did the smart thing. Loaded up his fastest car and disappeared. Mcfieder was, as you can imagine, displeased. Not only had he lost money he needed to show everyone you could not rip him off. So he decided that the debt now passes to Michelle, his wife.
She has been selling off Mickey old possessions to raise the coin but she was still a little off. The poor girl could not find anyone to buy his house, not at the price she needs to pay off Mcfieder, so she was in a difficult spot. Mcfieder needed to make an example so he called on me, his Fixer to make sure it was done.
Last week I went round to see Michelle. As she was making me a drink in the kitchen I came up behind her and stood with my body up against hers. I then put on the kitchen table in front of her a device Mcfieder insisted I use, a vaginal pear. She gasped as she saw the device, frozen still with fear, I could feel her trembling. I spoke in her ear.
“Pick it up”
Hands shaking she picked it up. She held in as instructed. So I came my next instruction.
“Now slowly, nice and slowly, open it”
I could sense her heighted heart rate as I stood with her perfect body against mine. She nodded her head as she couldn’t speak. There was a creak as the petals cracked, turning the handle more caused the petals to spread.
“That’s it Michelle, keep going”
A tear rolled down her cheek as she opened it even more. Her mind was filled with the thought of this happening while the device is inside her. I ran my finger down her stomach legging go as it approached her pussy to help take her attention down there.
“Now picture this opening while deeply in here” I said. She inhaled sharply at the intrusion but remained still.
“The way to do it you ask? You know when you really want the girl to suffer is open it then close it again over and over again. But each time you open the pear you open it a little wider than before. This way the girl feels the pain slowly build”
“Wh, wh, what?......” She mumbled enveloped in fear.
“That’s how I will do that to you. Over hours you’ll feel this sensitive skin stretch then been ripped apart. You will feel it tear”
“n, n, nooooooo”
She had nearly opened the pear fully when I said “Open it fully”
She kept turning until the handle stopped. Now the petals were far apart she just stood there staring at them. If you were in the room you would have agreed, just this act alone could have been called a form of torture.
I turned her around, she then looked straight at me with her large brown eyes. She still hand the pear in her hands and her mouth slightly open, her bottom lip trembling. Calmly I said to her
“No need for the drink. If you can’t pay Mcfieder in full in one week. I’ll put that into your vagina then slowly open it just like you have. Do you understand?”
“Yes….” She said softly.
“Good, I’ll leave that with you to encourage you to pay your debt. If you can’t pay there will be no running, no begging, you take the pear won’t you” At the time I thought it was just talk.
She nodded “Yes…. I will” Another tear rolled down her delicate face. With the message conveyed loud and clear I found a good drinking hole to lose the night in. I tell ya, I can still drink like a rock star but I just can’t recover like one. Not anymore.
1 Week later.
I was at Mcfieder’s mansion as I often was when I was called to his office. Mcfieder was a tall, imposing man who despite being 50 looked like he could choke a bear if it looked at him the wrong way. He said “You know how to threaten people don’t you?”
“Sure boss that’s what you pay me to do”
“So you know it is not necessarily the severity of the threat that scares people. It’s the certainty you will carry it out and the only way to keep people certain is to always carry out your threats. Even if you regret making them”
“Not sure what you’re getting at boss?”
“The girl hasn’t paid”
I could sense some sadness in his voice as he spoke “Do you mean Michelle, boss?”
“Yeah so now you know what must be done to her”
“I do boss”
“I’ll see you’re paid well”
I left his office knowing what I had to do next. I could tell he had thought about this but hoped it would never happen. I drove out to the old Donovan house to do what needed doing. The gates were open so I drove right up to the front door. My car came to a stop on the gravel near what was once a nice water fountain, now it was full of weeds.
I had a bag with some equipment in it for the job that I carried with me to the front door. Knocking on it I could hear the knocks echoing in the large hall behind the door. After a few second I could hear footsteps followed by the door creaking open.
Though the open door was Michelle. She looked at me in acknowledgment then gestured with her head for me to come in. She looked sad as one would expect given what was about to happen. She was wearing a white robe and her hair was wet showing she had just showered. Seeing sadness in those large eyes caused some in me but I had to ignore it. I walked in to the house closing the door behind me.
“You know what I’m here to do don’t you?”
She turned back to face me “Yes, yes I know. I have prepared for your arrival as I knew I could not get the funds. If I can’t pay cash then I can pay my debt by allowing Mcfeider to use me to show his power. That is why he is making you go through with this is it not? Or will it please him to know I have taken the pear?”
I was surprised by her question “Sorry to say but it is because he can’t be seen as making a threat and not carrying it out”
“Then what about you Mr Fixer. That’s what they call you isn’t it? Are you just following orders or will opening the pear in me please you?”
I could see fear in her but she was managing to control it so she could be so direct. “Yeah they call me that but I’m just following orders here today. Even if I don’t like them”
“Just following orders, you know I read old books and men have used that term for years to justify all kinds of things. ”
“Maybe they have Michelle”
As the money became worthless so did the governments that backed it. As the collapse worsened over half of all people died. So when rulers stepped forward, of any kind, they were welcomed as long as they offered some stability. Just as when the police in 1800s New York could not keep the order, gangs took up the job. That’s how the world works now.
It was a mafia man who collected all the gold in 50 miles, melted it down and used it to make his own currency. Not sure how things are done elsewhere but that got people working. It got the food production up so much so James Mcfieder as he is known was hailed as a hero. Soon as a steady flow of food came and the coal plant was producing power some called for elections. After all that Mcfieder was not giving his kingdom to anyone so that idea died quickly.
That’s how I came to work for Mcfieder, he needed people to do questionable jobs and not ask questions. When he gave me my first job I had not eaten in two days, so as you would expect. I didn’t ask questions. Turns out the best way to kill an idea is to kill those who think it. That’s how I helped end that election idea. With the squeeze of a trigger I had coin, food and even a good place to stay. I continued not asking questions.
In fact I was so good at not asking questions that Mcfieder himself called me his “Fixer”. All those years of questioning the world and the best thing I ever did was stop. Have to let go of the morals as well but when you have been hungry. I mean real hungry, to the point where you are thinking of cooking your shoes that is not as hard as you might think. Just as well those shoes were mainly plastic.
Mcfieder did not keep all the wealth to himself. I have to admit he has done more then I probably would to let other have a chance to get wealthy. Plenty of people have started businesses and as long as they pay both respect and tribute. They can have all the success they can grab.
Some do well but some, just as in the old world, well they don’t do so well. This brings me to Mickey Donovan. He had two factories and was living it large. I mean old world rap star rich. A few months ago he married this beauty queen named Michelle. She was a whole new level of beautiful. So much so that I’m Greek goddesses look down on her body with envy.
But just after the wedding Mickey borrowed some coin from my boss to fund the takeover of a rivals factory. The guy was going to create new work for people, it was going to be great. But after his first two factories were burned to the ground he found himself finished, we don’t have insurance anymore you see.
Owning Mcfieder big and knowing he could not pay he did the smart thing. Loaded up his fastest car and disappeared. Mcfieder was, as you can imagine, displeased. Not only had he lost money he needed to show everyone you could not rip him off. So he decided that the debt now passes to Michelle, his wife.
She has been selling off Mickey old possessions to raise the coin but she was still a little off. The poor girl could not find anyone to buy his house, not at the price she needs to pay off Mcfieder, so she was in a difficult spot. Mcfieder needed to make an example so he called on me, his Fixer to make sure it was done.
Last week I went round to see Michelle. As she was making me a drink in the kitchen I came up behind her and stood with my body up against hers. I then put on the kitchen table in front of her a device Mcfieder insisted I use, a vaginal pear. She gasped as she saw the device, frozen still with fear, I could feel her trembling. I spoke in her ear.
“Pick it up”
Hands shaking she picked it up. She held in as instructed. So I came my next instruction.
“Now slowly, nice and slowly, open it”
I could sense her heighted heart rate as I stood with her perfect body against mine. She nodded her head as she couldn’t speak. There was a creak as the petals cracked, turning the handle more caused the petals to spread.
“That’s it Michelle, keep going”
A tear rolled down her cheek as she opened it even more. Her mind was filled with the thought of this happening while the device is inside her. I ran my finger down her stomach legging go as it approached her pussy to help take her attention down there.
“Now picture this opening while deeply in here” I said. She inhaled sharply at the intrusion but remained still.
“The way to do it you ask? You know when you really want the girl to suffer is open it then close it again over and over again. But each time you open the pear you open it a little wider than before. This way the girl feels the pain slowly build”
“Wh, wh, what?......” She mumbled enveloped in fear.
“That’s how I will do that to you. Over hours you’ll feel this sensitive skin stretch then been ripped apart. You will feel it tear”
“n, n, nooooooo”
She had nearly opened the pear fully when I said “Open it fully”
She kept turning until the handle stopped. Now the petals were far apart she just stood there staring at them. If you were in the room you would have agreed, just this act alone could have been called a form of torture.
I turned her around, she then looked straight at me with her large brown eyes. She still hand the pear in her hands and her mouth slightly open, her bottom lip trembling. Calmly I said to her
“No need for the drink. If you can’t pay Mcfieder in full in one week. I’ll put that into your vagina then slowly open it just like you have. Do you understand?”
“Yes….” She said softly.
“Good, I’ll leave that with you to encourage you to pay your debt. If you can’t pay there will be no running, no begging, you take the pear won’t you” At the time I thought it was just talk.
She nodded “Yes…. I will” Another tear rolled down her delicate face. With the message conveyed loud and clear I found a good drinking hole to lose the night in. I tell ya, I can still drink like a rock star but I just can’t recover like one. Not anymore.
1 Week later.
I was at Mcfieder’s mansion as I often was when I was called to his office. Mcfieder was a tall, imposing man who despite being 50 looked like he could choke a bear if it looked at him the wrong way. He said “You know how to threaten people don’t you?”
“Sure boss that’s what you pay me to do”
“So you know it is not necessarily the severity of the threat that scares people. It’s the certainty you will carry it out and the only way to keep people certain is to always carry out your threats. Even if you regret making them”
“Not sure what you’re getting at boss?”
“The girl hasn’t paid”
I could sense some sadness in his voice as he spoke “Do you mean Michelle, boss?”
“Yeah so now you know what must be done to her”
“I do boss”
“I’ll see you’re paid well”
I left his office knowing what I had to do next. I could tell he had thought about this but hoped it would never happen. I drove out to the old Donovan house to do what needed doing. The gates were open so I drove right up to the front door. My car came to a stop on the gravel near what was once a nice water fountain, now it was full of weeds.
I had a bag with some equipment in it for the job that I carried with me to the front door. Knocking on it I could hear the knocks echoing in the large hall behind the door. After a few second I could hear footsteps followed by the door creaking open.
Though the open door was Michelle. She looked at me in acknowledgment then gestured with her head for me to come in. She looked sad as one would expect given what was about to happen. She was wearing a white robe and her hair was wet showing she had just showered. Seeing sadness in those large eyes caused some in me but I had to ignore it. I walked in to the house closing the door behind me.
“You know what I’m here to do don’t you?”
She turned back to face me “Yes, yes I know. I have prepared for your arrival as I knew I could not get the funds. If I can’t pay cash then I can pay my debt by allowing Mcfeider to use me to show his power. That is why he is making you go through with this is it not? Or will it please him to know I have taken the pear?”
I was surprised by her question “Sorry to say but it is because he can’t be seen as making a threat and not carrying it out”
“Then what about you Mr Fixer. That’s what they call you isn’t it? Are you just following orders or will opening the pear in me please you?”
I could see fear in her but she was managing to control it so she could be so direct. “Yeah they call me that but I’m just following orders here today. Even if I don’t like them”
“Just following orders, you know I read old books and men have used that term for years to justify all kinds of things. ”
“Maybe they have Michelle”
), wouldn't risk leaving me with permanent injury or disability, externally or internally. So I think I'd opt for Crucifixion (no nails, and with a sedile and cornu), or riding the Pony, along with electrical torture - skilfully applied, especially inside me, so it leaves no visible marks...