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I did not sleep well that night. I lay awake beside a cuffed and taped Misato and thought about what I'd done to Asuka. I was terrified that somehow, someone had discovered her and that any minute now, the police would be kicking down the door to take me away.
Yes, I wanted to hurt her. Yes, I wanted to humiliate her. Yes, I wanted to degrade her. Yes, more than anything, I wanted to rape her. I wanted to see her pain and tears. I wanted for her to suffer as much as she had made me suffer.
I hadn't meant to go that far. I wanted to break her down so that she would willingly become mine, just like Misato. Another pet woman for me to play with as I saw fit, to fuck, reward and punish like a common dog or cat.
She'd made me angry and I lost my control, that was all. It was much to late to go back and change things now. I would have to altar my plans. It was getting light in the sky by the time I managed to snatch some sleep - by that time I'd realised that there was only one path that Asuka could now take. There was a tight feeling of fear and of excitement in my stomach. As soon as I'd decided what I would do, I suddenly felt really free and easy - like a weight had been lifted from my mind. Like I now had a purpose.
I got up before 7, got washed and dressed and had something to eat. Misato was still ly gly groggy from the morphine I'd given her the day before last as she could hardly keep her eyes open. I gave her another small dose just to make sure and watched her fall asleep. I had a small shot myself to steady me.
Rooting around the house, I gathered some gear together, filling my backpack and a sports bag. I opened the bedroom drawer and removed Misato's gun. I checked that the clip was full and then I slid it into the back of my pants, pulling my shirt over it.
Asuka had been missing for over 24 hours now. I had no idea what had happened in the meanwhile or what action had been taken.
PenPen was awake and pottering around the kitchen. I put a bowl of water and some penguin chow out for him, considering that Misato would be in no state to do this today. I stroked the top of his head and tickled his chin.
Then I left the house and returned to the scene of the crime.
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Asuka was almost completely unrecognisable. Her whole body was nearly one big black bruise. Her face was swollen to almost twice its normal size and tilted to one side, drool sliding out of her mouth. Her eyes were open and staring vacantly. Her hair was a ragged and torn mess and there were large pools of blood soaked into the floorboards beneath her nailed hands (when I first entered, I could see that there were two red marks on the ceiling where her blood had dripped through overnight).
Her pulse and breathing were really weak and she didn't even react when she saw me. I think her body was in shock - I could see that she was dying.
I unzipped my pants and mounted her body. Her pussy was almost swollen shut from the punishment I'd given her yesterday and she was impossibly tight. I could feel her flesh tearing as I started to rape her. There was only a slight trembling of her body beneath me. Her bleeding cunt provided me with enough lubrication for a good, hard fuck.
So turned on was I by seeing Asuka in such a terrible state that it only took me a couple of minutes to shoot my load inside her. I bit her cheek HARD as I came, cutting into the skin. Asuka could only manage a strangled moan.
As I was recovering, I decided to get out my clammeammer and break her fingers one by one. She kicked out feebly at me at each blow of the hammer, trying to pull her hands free from the nails. I could see her skin starting to tear a bit. After I broke one hand, I did the other. I loved the crunching sound they made. Then I went back and worked the broken fingers over again, just to make sure. Asuka vomited blood through her gag and passed out. I worked her feet over, to finish the job. I realised that that there would not be much more time left to do this, so I pissed all over her face. The strong yellow stream poured all over her, soaking what was left of her hair. I aimed all over her chest and tits, washing the blood from her. I had been wanting to do that to her for so long - it was just a shame that she wasn't awake for it.
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Asuka's eyes opened again just after I'd taken her downstairs and suspended her from the ceiling by the feet using the same cable I'd beaten her with before (one end around her feet, looped over a beam, with the other end tied to the radiator pipe). Blood was dripping from her pussy and the holes in her hands, onto the white plastic sheeting that I'd covered the floor of the room with.
I was sat on the floor with my legs crossed, Misato's gun in front of me. I had removed the bullets from the magazine and I was cutting crosses into the tips. I made a great show of reloading it in front of her face and chambering a round.
She tried to say something to me through the fresh tape gag. I pistol whipped her across the face, making her spin round and round on the cable.
Placing the gun on the floor, I let her hand there for a while, just watching her swing around. There was a small pool of blood beneath her from the holes in her hands and from the various other injuries. It was lucky that I'd had the sense to place plastic sheeting all over the floor of the room.
"No, I'm not stupid." I answered the question she had asked my hundreds of times.
I reached into the sports bag and pulled out my aluminium baseball bat. I circled her a few times to let the enormity of what I was going to do sink in to what was left of her mind.
"This is going to really hurt. Are you ready?" I smiled at her and swung the bat two-handed.
Asuka made a noise like a dying cat as all the ribs on her left side splintered with an eye-watering crack. She swung up high enough to brush the celing like a pendulum. She hurled a huge torrent of blood from her mouth.
WHACK! I hit her again on the downstroke. Her arm shattered.
WHACK! Her shoulder dislocated.
WHACK! The ribs on the other side went.
WHACK! The shape of my bat was indented into her cheek.
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I was screaming my lungs out as I pummelled Asuka like the sack of meat she was. There was blood flying everywhere, covering me, the walls, the floor, the ceiling. Every time I hard her bones shatter, a twinge of pleasure shot through my cock. This made me hit her harder still. By the time I creamed my pants, the object before me hardly even looked human, let alone like Asuka Langley Sohryu.
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There were stumps of broken bone protruding from several places on her body by the time I cut her down. Her face was completely gone - her jaw was shattered and hanging off by a bit of skin. Blood poured from hundreds of open wounds. The shape of her body told me that her back was broken.
"Look at you. Just meat now. That's all you are. That's all you ever were."
She still twictched slightly. She was going in to shock and there was no way that she would last more than another minute or so. I could still see one brilliant blue eye staring up at me from the mass of pulped flesh. I hoped that she was still aware enough to understand.
"You're not escaping like that!" I roared at her. "I'll be the one to end it!!!!"
I slid Misato's gun into the blood lubed ruins of her cunt, twisting it roughly sideways just to cause one her final bit of pain.
"Goodbye, bitch." I pulled the trigger. Then I pulled it again. And again. And again. And again. And again.
I continued to fire until the gun was empty and I was covered in gore from Asuka's exploding abdomen. I looked like a slaughterhouse worker, but I felt happier than I had for years.
I couldn't help myself - I reached into her still warm carcass, ripped her now permanently still heart from her chest and hurled it at the wall.
Before I could begin cleaning up, I needed to masturbate several times.
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As I sat at the dinner table with Misato that night, I found that I no longer had the urge to hurt and humiliate her. I looked at her and saw a hot woman, not a worthless cunt. I guess something had changed inside me - it was like everything that had been poisoning me inside had vanished, now that I'd removed the source of my problem.
At NERV, they'd assumed that Asuka had run away in shame because she was no longer able to control her Unit-02. If she was no longer any use to them, I doubted that they'd bother looking too hard for her. Useless pilots are never missed. Misato just shrugged and said that it might be better for Asuka if she never came back anyway.
After I'd gone to work with my knives, chisels and saws, Asuka's carcass fit nicely into the sports bag. She was now resting inside a dumpster with all the other garbage whilst a mysterious fire engulfed the empty house, igniting several stored propane tanks in the basement and destroying all evidence of illegal activities. It couldn't have worked out better.
I hoped that one day Misato would forgive me for what I'd done to her. I realised more than ever that I wanted her as my woman. I wanted her warm, comfortable snatch, her big soft ass, her long purple hair and her breasts that made enough sweet milk for me to drink from her four or five times a day. I wouldn't force her, but I hoped that I still had a chance with her...
Misato commented to me on the delicious meal that I'd cooked, on how tasty and tender the meat was. I speared a piece on my fork and looked at it, trying to prevent myself from laughing loudly.
Okay then, perhaps Asuka WAS good for something...
THE END