asshole, making it pliable enough to receive my swollen penis. I entered him viciously, inserting my entire penis within him in one hard thrust. He squealed and wriggled with pain, but that soon subsided and he moved to my rhythm. I humped him like a dog and wrapped my arms around his torso in order to pinch his nipples. I bit his neck a few times and let my saliva dribble down his shoulders. A few moments later and I was ready to release the pressure building up within my genitals. I pulled out of him and had him kneel before me. I slapped him with my erect penis and told him to lick the head. Soon I shot out torrents of pale white come onto his face and into his eyes. I took my penis and rubbed the come around on his cheeks, nose, mouth, and forehead.

“A worthy final request, sir?” the spirit-slave asked.

“Job well done, pig,” I answered.

In a few moments we vanished from the torture chamber, the spirit disintegrated into the air, and I once again felt the pains of my tortured body.

Now I take my final steps of life. My last night on earth at least quelled some the anxieties, fears, and aggression I had towards my executioners. I know both pain and the pleasure of administering pain—I could die no better of a person.