EXTRACT FOR
MARCUS' FORBIDDEN BUNDLE
(Kim Hardwick)

From Punishing Wendy:



Passion such as I have never felt before; this is why I find myself compelled to destroy her tonight.  The question tormenting me, even as I take out my tools to begin the inevitable scourging of her soft flesh, was whether this cruelty I've displayed in torturing her was because I was an evil man or a caring lover giving my love what she most desires.  

If it were the latter, then the psychological implications fall on her, not me.  Yet, if that is the case, why is it that whipping or caning her within an inch of her life arouses me like nothing else?  Why does the sight of Wendy, stretched out on my rack, bawling like a little baby in pain, while I apply red hot needle nose pliers to her vagina and clit, increases my lust?

"MARCUS, JUST TAKE THAT WHIP AND BEAT THE SHIT OUT OF ME!"

Then I realize that I need to stop overanalyzing our mutual depravity.  Follow her example and surrender to the moment; live life to its fullest.

"Yes, my love, I'll most certainly tear you to shreds.  You only hurt the ones you love."

CRACK

"OW!"

She jumps as I lash out with my latest bullwhip.  This model from Romania has ingrained tiny metal studs designed to inflict the most barbaric of punishment.

"I love you so much Wendy."

CRACK

"OH, THAT FUCKING HURTS!"

I have never loved a woman as I do Wendy; by the same token, I have never wanted to destroy any female as badly.  The question that comes to mind is whether she'll survive my loving.  How I solve this conundrum will determine not only Wendy's short term survival but, more importantly, how deep our love is.

CRACK

I next take out a car battery on my movable table and roll it next to where Wendy is convulsing.  I take the jumper cables and attach them to her still erect nipples and go retrieve the sponges and bucket of water from the kitchen.

"WHAT THE FUCK DO YOU THINK YOU'RE DOING MARCUS?"

Pouring table salt into the bucket assures us both of a satisfactory jolt.  For a woman who claimed a love of pain, Wendy's sudden change of heart regarding pain leaves me disappointed.

"I thought you wanted to be destroyed?  Perhaps this isn't the only thing you'll change your mind on."

I pick up the bucket of salted water and toss it on her, thoroughly soaking her.  I then attach the jumper cable onto her right nipple and turn on the battery.  Her scream and the manner in which she was writhing on the rack was all I need to know.  She was really into the shock.  

"You like that shit, don't you?"

Her screams were simply off the hook.  I gave her two jolts; any more would have risked severe burns; pain, not disfigurement was the goal.

"Okay, sweetheart, enough with the little kid toys.  It's time to bring out the adult