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Jack & Jill The Rippers part. 3

 
(a collaboration between Jadedembers and David Macleod)

Prince Albert (Eddy)

Procured a meeting
Of sinister motive.
Its with a particularly brutal
Midwife,
I've worked with her before,
She terrifies me.

My Staff Sergeant McGregor
Is also present.
He has some horrific ideas himself.

I must secure a private room.
It excites me in a strange way,
The thought of these
troublesome harrlots
Being brought to their knees,
Pleading for it all to cease....
I can't wait to hear the stories.
I might even join in.

We must begin right away.
My team knows how imparitive
That this is done with the
Utmost discretion.
I must not cause dishonor to
Fall upon the palace.
The queen will skin me alive.
The excitement is too much to bear.

Mary Pearce

It appears to be reiteratively
That the prince calls on me
To wash his sins away.

This time is different though,
Its a job that has pleasure
And indignation.

He has really screwed himself this time.
Got five whores pregnant.
Even more amusing...
They all believed he would
Be honorable
And take them as his wife.

Such delusional harrlots!
If you lack respect for yourself,
Giving it away repeatedly,
How will a man ever take you as his?
I find men want a proper lady in public,
And a whore between the sheets.

Such a disgrace to the fairer sex!
Indubitable titillation to
Snuff out these five tramps.
Such a devastation of lifeblood!
A misuse of headroom!

Surprisingly I'm looking forward to
Tidying up after the deranged prince...q
This time.
It will be arousing to extricate
These tiresome seducers.

To behold their gore
As it cascades from their
Putrid bag of bones.
No better pleasure in my eyes.

To tear their hollowness from their
Vanishing repugnant carcasses
Will be rewarding.

To pull their insides out slowly
Watching pain make a home on their
Disgraceful faces.
Watching their eyes go wide with terror.
Exquisite!

To slice their skin away,
To bind my diaries with.
What a trophy!

To add insult to injury,
I will steal any dignity
They may have managed to save,
By means of humiliation.

Maybe I shall attempt to behead the insolent fallen women.

To do this all with a partner ...
Beyond my wildest dreams.
I hope five will not stay five.
I must convince the deplorable prince
To make this mess more often.

Staff Sergeant McGregor

The need for sharp
Sabre and dagger;
Sabre and dagger!
Oh, what it is to be alive?
The cut and thrust
Of military life,
I love it so.

Sometimes honour is
A flexible thing.
There is the honour
On the battlefield,
And there is
Honour in protecting
The Prince; a man
Of principal and honour.

This will not be the first time
I have been asked to
Perform a service that
Would make others spew.
I have tortured many
A man, and raped many
A woman.
I always get
The right result,-
Compliance.

I once captured a fleeing
Enemy officer with his
Wife and two sons.
I brutalised him,
Buggered him,
Tortured him
All to no avail.
Despite the blood,
The scars,and his missing
Body parts he still had
That smug look of defiance.

It was time to raise the ante...
I brought in his youngest son,
And without giving the officer
Time to plead I beheaded the
Little shit;
that got his attention.
I brought in the 10 year old...
Now we had pleading and crying.
But I beheaded that little shit too,
And laughed right in his face.

He was still holding out,
But I knew;
Not for much longer,
Brought the firing squad in
With is wife;
He was getting panicked now:
My men and I
Raped, buggered, and beat her
Within an inch of her pathetic life.
We finished off despite his screaming,
And I put my sabre blade to her neck.
Now he wanted to tell me everything...
Troop count, positions and arms;
So heavy he was with gratitude
Then for the hell if it
I beheaded the bitch.

I then cut him off at the knees
took both his eyes,
and had him dragged back
To the battlefield for the men’s entertainment.

I think the prince was worried
That I might not be up for this task,
But despatching five blackmailing
Whores will be all pleasure,
A pleasure of dreams.
I only hope my comrade in
This service will allow me the
Time for my gratification.
They need tortured to get
Them familiar with what lies
Before them,
When they arrive in Hell.
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