Post by stchristian on Aug 22, 2009 5:39:19 GMT -5
[“Survivor” by Do’ahou is playing in a dusty basement. A hairy man in a mask is choking on a chair, tied up with chains. Jerri Li, the sickest dominatrix this side of Lizzy Borden, has captured him and dragged him off the street with her gimp and tag team partner Christian St. Christian. In skintight Gucci leather clothes and with a cat o’ nine tails, she circles the man.]
Jerri: Hand me some scissors.
[With a giggle St. Christian gives her the biggest rusty tool he can find amongst the mess. He lights up a cigarette as she pounces on him like a cat and starts cutting out his eyelashes. She climbs off and steps back and holds her prize up to her own eyes.]
St. Christian: Give him the real thing.
[She barges past her slave and bundles up a pile of needles in her hands.]
Capture: Somebody save me!
St. Christian: Nobody can hear you scream.
[Jerri slides a needle in above each eye of the hairy man. She then holds out his tongue and impales it on his bottom lip, before stretching out the top one and shutting his mouth tight.]
Capture (mumbling): Dobt!
[She pulls the needles above his eyes downwards and sticks them through the lips. She gets off him and jams the rest of the needles in one of his legs.]
St. Christian: Kill this slime ball!
[She finds a nutmeg grater and unzips his pants. The camera focuses on St. Christian laughing as the captured man screams bloody murder. You use your imagination as for what she did to him… he probably wont be peeing straight anytime soon.]
Jerri: Hand me some scissors.
[With a giggle St. Christian gives her the biggest rusty tool he can find amongst the mess. He lights up a cigarette as she pounces on him like a cat and starts cutting out his eyelashes. She climbs off and steps back and holds her prize up to her own eyes.]
St. Christian: Give him the real thing.
[She barges past her slave and bundles up a pile of needles in her hands.]
Capture: Somebody save me!
St. Christian: Nobody can hear you scream.
[Jerri slides a needle in above each eye of the hairy man. She then holds out his tongue and impales it on his bottom lip, before stretching out the top one and shutting his mouth tight.]
Capture (mumbling): Dobt!
[She pulls the needles above his eyes downwards and sticks them through the lips. She gets off him and jams the rest of the needles in one of his legs.]
St. Christian: Kill this slime ball!
[She finds a nutmeg grater and unzips his pants. The camera focuses on St. Christian laughing as the captured man screams bloody murder. You use your imagination as for what she did to him… he probably wont be peeing straight anytime soon.]