Central -- sometime in the morning
Having parked the car with the idiots in the garage, I went away to grab my suitcase full of tools, signaling the guards on the way up to carry the detainees upstairs. Even if their sentence is hell, they should… enjoy the pleasures of life a bit longer
Finally, in the detention room, they looked at me, angry. They were trying their best to yell at me, but the gags turned their efforts into a hilarious baby groan.
“Good morning, folks. Do you even remember why you’re here?”
They both ignored me and tried to rage again -- so I triggered the electroshock collars they had. It only made them scream louder -- until I stopped the shock. “Guys, I asked you a question. Please be civil and try to… okay, you can’t exactly answer, but you can THINK of it, hm?”
Again they tried to rage, again they got a shock for a few seconds. “Oh, well. Since you’re not much of thinkers, I’ll tell you. You pissed my friend off. And he was nice enough to give me a call to take care of you. Nice to me, I mean. You two will soon regret not having listened to an otherwise nice and polite man”
The collars triggered again, this time for much longer, while I made a call to the doctor. I could do the procedure myself, but sometimes giving orders works even better. The call ended, I lowered the collars intensity down to a low, really annoying buzz.
“You guys see… my friend is God. and I -- I am the Devil. And now, you both are in hell.”
- - -
The doctor came shortly after. “... what’s it going to be?”
“The usual: ring and comms chip. Also, I think they’d do very well as women in the pit. So, turn those laughable cocks inside out.”
“But… Sir..”-- The doctor was apparently new to this.
“First, the name’s Andrei. You won’t call me anything else. And second, I don’t care if you have to call someone specialized in reconstructions, I just want the deed done. Understand?”
“With due respect, Sir--”
“Andrei.”
“... Andrei, I… didn’t sign up for this.”
I sighed loudly … Why the hell do we keep getting such incompetent fucks. … oh. Yeah. The sickos usually don’t have the patience to study. I took a step forward and ripped his shirt open, the still fresh scar now in plain view. “I thought you did. I thought I told you what it means --”
“Sir but--”
“Andrei. And don’t interrupt me. But well, I’ll give you a reminder. You can do as you’re told, or you can join them in hell. They’re off to the pit, surely you have heard the rumors? Well, as they say, Reality is always much, much worse than fiction.”
He looked at me, at a loss of what to say.
“Oh, and about the… procedure … I’ll do it myself if no-one else is willing. Don’t worry, I have the experience to make sure nobody bleeds out. The results, well, may vary. But I don’t think the thugs down there care all that much about having a perfect pussy, or a torn one, as long as they get to fuck it.”
“Si--And--Andrei, I… I’m a doctor. I help people, I --”
“Help ME, then. Come on, do I have to repeat it over and over?” I grabbed him against the wall and put a knife against the base of his cock. “Or do I have to show you I’m being completely serious about this?”
He closed his eyes before nodding, a stray tear running down his cheek.
The tied-up idiots had been laughing all the time but stopped once they realized that yes, it was going to happen. Especially as the doctor cut their pants and started marking the zone. Then it was all gagged screaming.
“A--Andrei… I… can’t work with them moving like this. The scalpel is gonna slip and… if it hits a blood vessel...”
I sighed. IF it hits a blood vessel you cauterize it and move on. But oh, well. We also have an immobilization serum. I handed two syringes of that to the doctor, who easily injected it into the forearm veins of the idiots.
Then he started working. I just laid against the side of the door, smiling at them. Doctor is good, so no bloody mess to play with. Oh, well.
A good half an hour later, the deed was done. I checked his work: two perfect holes, with direct access to the urinal tract, now laid where there were two laughable cocks before … Not only they’d get fucked badly in the pit, but… there was no way they could keep their bladders full now.
As I thanked and dismissed the doctor, I called the guards to move them to the pit. The guards looked uncomfortable with the idea but knew better than to put any objection. They grabbed them and dragged them down, then threw them behind the gates of hell -- the pit, a lawless place where the Devil rules. The thugs in there looked confused at me until I nodded at them. Then they smiled sadistically as they prepared for a feast of an orgy.
