A Cellar Full of Screams

Cellar Full of Screams...



by Susan .



Chapter Two.

A t work the following day, Eva looked at some of the other girls in the office and had to keep dashing to the Ladies room to masturbate the wet cleft between her thighs. Every girl she looked at appeared in her imagination with the flesh of her nipples denting as the fish hook points pressed harder, then bursting inwards with a delicious little bubble of blood.

One of the more well-endowed secretaries leant over Eva's desk to query some fashion picture details, and as she gazed at the deep cleavage only inches from her face, Eva could almost hear the screams as barbed wire loops sank into bloody grooves when she turned the tourniquet and forced each swollen globe out into a tortured football shape ready to face the nail-studded paddle….

She could hardly wait for the day to end so she could drive out to Highgate and the secret room of sin.

Murdoch worked, too, and had been in the City all day. He had no qualms about leaving the house with Maria chained in her cell. The house-maid who cleaned his home would have needed a top class lock smith to even get down the cellar stairs, or enter the snug where his erotica was stored.

Even if someone succeeded in entering the cellar, Maria was inside a second concealed and sound-proofed section,her bedroom shower, and mini-kitchen "bedsit" and the even more stringently secured playroom in which young women met their grisly deaths. A lot of money had been spent to create a safe storage vault for works of art. Then Murdoch had pretended to be a nuclear survivalist and had power, water, and air systems built in. Now he could have machine gunned his playthings and anyone standing in the other part of the cellar would never hear a thing.

As for Maria, she had recovered well, not really believing all that stuff about killing her and sure that her master would probably bring her some special treat to-night to make up for being so cruel.

Certainly the cigarette burn marks and the still painful sores on her nipples were not what one expected even when one had been captured and repeatedly raped.After all, the man and even that awful blonde woman were well-spoken educated folk who certainly wouldn't……

She reflected on her week of captivity. Maybe she should have refused right at the start, whatever he said he would do to her. But the pain had been worse than protecting her innocence…..surely any woman would have given in rather than face those awful fiery stripes of pain from the whip he had used to break her spirit.

It was nearly six o-clock. She turned the T.V. on, hoping that on the news she would see an item about police searching for a young Italian student reported missing.

She knew it was a pretty forlorn hope. She had no idea where she was herself…just a sudden foggy feeling after that kind gentleman in Manchester had spoken to her in the restaurant ….

Upstairs, Eva served a delicious steak dinner to her older lover. He enjoyed her culinary skill, his own being of the frozen ready meal variety. It was one of the few things he missed about his wife, a big horsey woman happily living at their large estate in Scotland, wearing her green wellies, not a perverse thought in her mind, and aware but not concerned that her husband frequently had young mistresses for his needs …….. needs she did not know included sadistic butchery.

Eva knew of his marital status. She had no desire for permanent relationships with such an elderly man. It was his ability to pander to her depravity that made her love him. And he was a pretty good lover in the sack. His generosity helped. Mention a pretty little dress she had seen in Harrods, and he would gladly offer to buy it.

As they ate, she told him how she had been thinking cruel thoughts virtually all day.

Murdoch laughed. "Darling Eva, you are becoming almost as wicked as me. You know, I must have mentally pushed a red hot poker up the cunt of every one of our employees under the age of thirty.

I was driving through Soho the other night and saw this prostitute in a short red skirt plying her trade and in the next mile or so I almost wet my trousers picturing her cheeky little arse spread open with claw-pulls and you pushing a big red hot dildoe up her back passage."

The idea of this well known man sitting in the back of his Bentley dreaming of her enjoying herself made Eva smile.

"Have you ever done that…with a hot iron?" she asked.

Previously,though telling her he had knowledge about young women dying for the amusement of sadists, Murdoch had not actually been too specific.

He drank some of the wine, pushing away his empty plate.

"Actually my second woman went rather like that," he said."I killed her by burning her all over, branding her for about three days until she was actually a bit of a mess. Then I finished her off by pushing an iron ber, suitably heated, some eighteen inches inside her vagina. She certainly screamed a lot and it was a very satisfying feeling actually ripping into her and hearing all the blood boil and smelling that lovely roast beef smell. But not as controllable or as long-lasting as it should be. Rather wasteful. A knife is much slower."

Eva shuddered.Tentacles of lust uncoiled in her belly. "Oh,God…I think it would be gorgeous, burning right up into her womb! Roasting her cunt walls. Ooogh, come on…I can't wait any longer to go and get Maria."

"You are a depraved whore ," Murdoch smiled, "so to-night I'm going to let you feel the power surge one gets from flogging a wriggling naked screaming sex slave !"

"Jesus, I'm getting wet knickers already !" Eva gasped. Her convent education had not turned out quite how it was meant to be. Jesus would certainly not have approved….though, with the benefit of adult hindsight, Eva was pretty sure it was the nuns and all those pictures of scourges and saintly suffering that turned her on to cruelty in the first place.



They had to fight Maria for the first time since her initial ravishing. As she was tethered by her ankle to a chain and there were two assaulters to one victim, the result was predictable and Maria was soon secured in the playroom, standing with handcuffed wrists above her head, feet left free so she could dance. She was wearing very sexy black lingerie………the only clothes provided……..and with her slim waist, long legs and upthrust pert breasts she looked very appealing. She was not gagged, despite her whining pleas and protests being a bit boring. Soon she would be making the sort of noise they liked to hear.

Eva tried to inspect the plaster covered nipples, but Maria tried to kick out so Eva decided to wait until later…mentally promising to take the plasters off very painfully..

Murdoch went first. That rather surprised Eva, who wanted to introduce the girl to real pain herself, but it was Murdoch's house and his slave !

He selected a thick-stocked whip with multiple thongs that looked ferocious but was actually one of those light jobs sold in kinky sex shops….flog your partner without ripping them to shreds.

Even so, when he worked the lash down from Maria's shoulder blades and over the pert roundness of her youthful buttocks, she made plenty of noise and danced in her upright, arm-raised stance, the pain burning like nettle stings. The sound of the whip thongs hissing through the air, the crackle as they met girl-flesh, and the bucking dance of pain combined to make Eva start to play with herself. The full cups of the black lace bra. bounced delightfully, the nylon cased cheeks of the shuddering arce clenched in reaction as the lashes landed, and Murdoch was swinging a few nasty strokes straight up between the dancing legs to splatter over Maria's gusset.

Before his arm grew tired, Murdoch sneaked up behind Maria and suddenly pulled her sexy knickers down to her knees, revealing bare buttocks with a healthy pink flush.

Laughing, he handed the whip to Eva, noting how wet her snatch was where she had been greedily finger-fucking herself.

"Here you are, Darling. You can do her front."

"Then I want her bra. off ," Eva said and made a sudden snatch at the back strap before Maria could think of kicking her.

One of the plasters actually fell off. The pierced aureoles showed almost no signs of their mis-treatment. The first stroke of the whip began to peel the second plaster free,and the frontal attack made Maria jerk her legs up in a reflex reaction, actually swinging from the handcuffs , blood oozing from grazes around each wrist.

A much harder stroke spread the lashes full across her belly.

Eva was using far more force than Murdoch, loving the feeling of brutal power it gave her to hit the squealing bitch without reserve.The next shot was slightly lower, catching Maria's labia and making her pee herself slightly as her muscles contracted in an attempted defence.

Maria could not understand why her breasts and belly were not torn open and bleeding. The pain seemed so great, and Eva was slashing the whip home again and again in a sort of sexual frenzy, certainly with the sort of power that could have torn Maria to shreds if the whip had been leather instead of light plastic.

Even so, the front of Maria's body was becoming discoloured with quite angry looking stripes of glowing red. She was screaming hoarsely, terrified half out of her mind, convinced that the blonde vixen was going to beat her to death in one continuous orgy of lust…..then Murdoch rested a hand on

Eva's tireless whip arm.

She looked at him, eyes shining with pure lusting joy. He reached forward and slipped his forefinger inside the slippery fold of her blonde fringed vulva,making her shudder with need.

"On the bed, Eva." He smiled. "I need some relief."

He went and lay back on the leather couch used to fuck or to spread and torture girls. His cock pointed skywards. Eva gladly straddled him, lowering her cleft onto the thick cock, groaning with pleasure as it spread her cunt petals apart and surged into her throbbing vagina. When she was horny, Eva's chasm tended to have a swollen ribbed interior. Murdoch had been intrigued when he first felt the quite hard ridges….they certainly made fucking her a special joy, like a little row of fingers gripping and stroking his manhood as it ploughed in and out of her slit.

She pumped her loins up and down on his, both of them eventually coming more or less together.

As she felt his stiffness subside and his limpness dropped out of her soaking cunt, she moved up the bed and knelt with her thighs each side of Murdoch's head so he looked up at her parted pussy lips drooling strands of his come into his open mouth. Murdoch was not one of those men who think it is degrading for a man to suck a woman's cunt. He enjoyed giving pleasure to this sensationally sadistic beauty and gladly drove his tongue inside her as she lowered her hips, feeling slightly jealous as she promptly shuddered into another orgasm. He gave her two more before even she collapsed , but when she lay down it was reversed so she could take his limp penis between her lips and gently suck the last traces of her come and his sperm from the slightly stiffening organ.

They fettered Maria in her room and left her with a promise that to-morrow would be much worse….



They came for her later than usual the following evening. She had been getting more and more nervous waiting, not knowing that Murdoch had received a particularly brutal sadistic porno video from the private courier company he used to import such illegal items without risk to him. It was so good that when Eva arrived, he told her to undress in the Snug and watch it with him.

A tall and full-figured brunette was shown having her breasts bound in steel wires. They were jerked up and down by the wire loops, the girl shrieking, twisting almost lewdly against the upright post to which she was bound. Two men, wearing only boxer shorts that showed quite clearly how the girl's screams were turning them on, stretched her breasts forward by gripping each nipple in spring clips, then pierced each aureole with long needles. They pulled the needles right through the punctured nipple tips, and Eva gave a little squeal of delight when she realised that the needles had thread in them….the men slowly pulling the two nipples together with the fine threads and tying them like that.

Both breasts creased like little Michelin men by the tight wires and distorted by the drawn together nipples, the tall girl's face was a picture, tears coursing down her cheeks, eyes dark with pain. She was either a determined masochist going to her limit, or she was genuinely suffering as the grinning men began to swat her full udders with leather belts, their jockey shorts bulging.

Eva came when the men bared their rampant tools and took turns to enter the brunette, helping each other to hoist her legs up and apart to facilitate their loveless assault, thick cocks shown pumping hard and deep into her thick lipped pussy.

"Keep watching, Darling," Murdoch grunted, his own cock well sheathed in very clinging femininity.

And the video continued, the brunette still against the post but now with her legs drawn wide apart so she hung open-legged , strands of grey sticky sperm oozing from the red slit of her vulva. And the men were enjoying themselves with lit candles, taking turns to move their flickering flame close to the struggling girl.

One seemed to prefer her tits, heating her nipples and unintentionally freeing them to spring apart as he burned the threads that went through her aureoles.

The other singed her cunt, a close-up shot actually showing her pussy hairs shrivelling into little blackened balls of ash, sperm bubbling and steaming as he slowly boiled the globules of his come on her poor defenceless pudenda.

Unfortunately, after a delightful sexy close up of real blisters forming on the brunette's nipples, the video ended.

Eva would have been more than a little disappointed, except that this was the signal for her to go down to the cellar and her own real live captive !

Strapped over one of the steel frames, Maria had her plump arse up in the air. Legs wide apart, body leaning forward so her breasts hung temptingly free, she was begging them not to hurt her. As Murdoch had wheeled in a gas-powered barbecue and was arranging a variety of skewers and other less usual items alongside the lit burners, that plea seemed to be a bit useless right from the start.

He produced two pairs of silver coloured gloves, made of an asbestos derived Japanese fibre which provided almost total insulation to the wearer whilst still feeling soft and flexible like soft leather gloves. They enabled the wearer to handle a skewer even when the far end was glowing red hot, thus allowing the most intimate feeling for a torturer as he or she inserted glowing metal into the spitting bubbling flesh of a shrieking victim.

So much better than having to hold everything in pliers or great thick old-fashioned gloves.

They only had to wave one of the glowing skewers in front of Maria's eyes for her to dissolve into a babbling nervous wreck. She was scared witless. Everything so far had been….well, it hadn't been really destructive. She had sort of hoped that when the captors tired of her they would have let her go. The idea that they would kill her was too ridiculous. People just didn't do that sort of thing, especially educated people like Murdoch. Violence was done by ill-educated yobs, street gang people with no morals……then the first skewer was pushed an inch deep into Maria's right buttock, about two inches above the bottom crease where her arce met her thigh.

She was a creature of insanity. Pain far beyond what she had imagined even in her most unhappy moments seemed to flood in, out, up,and down her body all at once. Her legs shook, nerves twitching so that her thighs actually rippled.

Her breasts hardened. Her nipples became erect…nothing to do with excitement, more a sudden surge of blood through every artery as her body responded to a massive shock.

Her forehead was beaded with sweat. Her eyes actually bulged. Eva moaned, hand delving between her thighs with instant hunger as she saw first-hand what real agony looked like.

Then Murdoch told her to put her gloves on and use a skewer on Maria's breasts.

Her blue eyes dancing, a squirming coil of pure unadulterated lust in her belly, the tall Nordic blonde took a deep breath and slowly inserted the sizzling tip of glowing metal into the upper slope of Maria's left breast.

A scream that was almost painful to hear shattered the air, bouncing off the cellar walls, reverberating around, seeming to peak in a dreadful shrieking top note before dissolving into a breath-catching gurgle of dis-belief.

"Fuck me…that must have hurt her," Eva giggled, and pulled the steaming point from the charred black hole. No blood, the red hot metal cauterising the wound.

Again, Murdoch was impressed by the lack of pity shown by his lover. It was difficult to say which gave him the most pleasure – the feeling of supreme cruelty brought about by inserting red-hot metal into the flesh of his victim or the rush of voyeuristic lust that surged in his loins to see his protege's obvious enjoyment in doing that cruel act herself. And it was obvious. Eva's nipples stuck out as though he had spent ages sucking them, her eyes shone with unholy glee, and the perfume of her roused womanhood wafted up to mingle with the sharp tang of burnt meat. Perhaps some genius would learn how to bottle such a perfume. It would be an instant aphrodisiac for every perverted sadist in the world.

Although this was an excellent torture, loss of blood being minimal and pain being extreme, it was so terribly shattering to the nervous system of a young girl never before so cruelly abused that it quickly had the affect of turning Maria into a hysterical creature who no longer really appreciated the skill with which she was being tortured. For a true sadist like Murdoch, this was not acceptable, and he reluctantly called a halt to the proceedings. Eva, shuddering with passion as she repeatedly thrust glowing skewers in the cheeks of the crazed girl, pouted prettily when Murdoch made her stop.

"The Snug ?" he smiled. "I've a rape video you haven't seen !"

With a quivering and still crying Maria tethered safely in her room, the randy sadists were quickly showered and in each others arms watching the large screen. One handcuffed girl, either a fine actress or genuinely unwilling to take part in her star role, squealed and struggled as three men took her, singly at first, then all together. One pushed his sizeable penis down her throat, one drove deep into the sperm-lubricated chasm of her cunt, and the third mounted her from the rear and widened the ring of her back passage to make her sex-crease stretch to accommodate front and rear entry at the same time.

"You know, I haven't done that to you," Murdoch grunted, cock well-implanted inside Eva's voracious cavity. "Would you like it ?"

Eva slithered downwards on the couch, thus slipping off his member. His moan of disappointment changed to a gasp of pleasure as she twisted round to hold his shaft and lick slowly up the ridged underside of his penis, toying her tongue tip around his peeled back foreskin to get the slightly cream cheese taste of him mixed with the throat drying tang of her own cunt juices.

For an older man he had a very nice cock, silk smooth glans, full foreskin that could either almost cover the purplish ehlmet or stretch back half way down his length, and tight balls in a rather firm skinned scrotum nestling among dark curls not nearly so wiry as most men Eva had touched down there.

"I've never been buggered," she purred into his groin. "It always seemed a bit dirty….you know, shit and stuff. I sort of pictured a man coming out of me all streaked with the stuff and smelling disgusting."

"Well, my dear, as you can see on the T.V. and as you doubtless saw when I arce-fucked Maria, that actually doesn't happen….or at least, not if one makes sure the lady is not about to relieve herself," Murdoch chuckled, "although I do know of one of our most eminent politicians who desires nothing better than to get his cock up the arce of a woman while she's actually defecating. To me that seems absolutely disgusting, but I'm sure he would say the same about my rather peculiar desires, wouldn't he ?"

As he spoke, Eva could feel his hand on her bottom, finger gently probing the eye of her anus. He slipped into her a little way….doctor, doctor, what are you doing to my bottom ?…..but it didn't feel uncomfortable. Up as far as one finger could go, and slowly moving around inside her. It was not much different from when he fingered her vagina…maybe slightly less pleasurable, but it didn't hurt.

"Come on, sexy bitch. On your hands and knees and let me fuck this lovely virgin arcehole !" he growled.

"Only if you put something with a bit more violence on the telly ," Eva smiled. "If I'm going to let you bugger me, I've got to be turned on by seeing some girl bleed and hearing her scream !"

With astonishing speed, Murdoch had the video changed and was arranging Eva on her hands and knees in front of the T.V.

He put a professionally made "torture" movie on that she had not seen before. Two Natzi uniformed interrogators and a very beautiful French resistance worker who just happened to be wearing extremely modern exotic underwear. As she was dragged screaming piteously to the vertical rack on which she was to suffer, the grinning men told her with brutal detail how they were going to rape her and then torture her lovely body until she told them the names of all her fellow resistors.

Watching as the men bound the captive and began to fondle and de-nude her splendid body, Eva was soon becoming quite excited, and did not resist as Murdoch knealt behind her and began to rub the tip of his cock slowly up and down the crease of her arce cheeks . He timed his entry well. As one "German" officer drove his large erection into the bound girl, the other snapped two fearsome looking crocodile clips onto the nipples of her extremely full and shapely breast. Her screams of pain made Eva gurgle with lust just as Murdoch's cock parted her sphincter and took her anal virginity in one smooth deep thrust.

The on-screen rape continued, then the "torture" started. The camera explored a leather bra lined with dozens of metal spikes about an inch long. Having made sure the viewers knew what was inside the bra.,it came as no surprise when the girl shrieked and struggled violently as the interrogators tightened it around her lovely boobs. When they then began to beat the leather cones with heavy riding crops, lots of "blood" came trickling from below the bra. cups and the girl shrieked and struggled even more prettily.

With the men making really vile and lewd comments about how the spikes would cut her tits to ribbons and make her breasts just squashed piles of minced meat , it was easy for Eva to ignore the theatre and revel in the illusion. For her, the beating was driving countless shards of metal deep in the bleeding bouncing breasts, and when a similar pair of spike-lined panties were shown and apparently fitted to the lovely Mademoiselle's sexy nether regions, the ensuing beating and pouring "Kensington Gore"

Stage blood had Eva bucking and heaving like a thing demented on the thoroughly delighted cock of her older lover.

When the "Natzi" brutes produced stage knives and slashed the French girl's belly open from hip to hip,then cursed that they had forgotten to interrogate her because hurting her was so delicious,Eva was crying "Yes…slice her open you lucky bastards…cut her fucking tits off….stab her up her cunt.."

Which caused Murdoch to cry out in absolute bliss as he spurted his seed deep in her rectum. Her first anal penetration was a most pleasant experience for both of them.

Murdoch,who had actually cut the breasts off more than one woman in his disreputable life of debauchery, was convinced that Eva was ready to progress to serious torture on Maria. She really was not pretending…she wanted to do something very nasty to a real woman's body. He told her they would make Maria really suffer the following evening, and she went to sleep to dream of blood and screams…..



Strangely, at work the following day, Eva had a certain feeling of open-ness in her bottom. After normal sex, she certainly never had any sensation of her pussy being full after the act, certainly not the next day, yet as she walked around the office there was a definite loose feeling seemingly just inside her anus. It was so odd that she actually went to the Ladies to feel her bottom and make sure she wasn't actually open.

And throughout he day she found herself slipping into erotic phantasies, so much so that she was scared she may blurt out something rude in conversation.

She wanted to announce to her work-mates that she had been buggered last night….after she and her lover had spent ages torturing their sex-slave in a sound-proofed cellar.

She tried to picture their reactions. The daffy blonde temp….would she say "I hope you wore a rubber" like she did when any of the men boasted of their love life successes.

Myrna, the slightly Oriental girl on the switchboard who figured in a lot of Eva's dirty thoughts as a fiendish Japanese torturess….would she ask what they did to their slave?

Would Johnathen, the tall good looking sales department chief, say he'd rather they ravished a twelve year old schoolgirl ?

Eva knew how her secret thoughts were far from what one would expect. Could any of her work-mates have similar hidden depths ?

Jemima, the editor in chief…..she always seemed to like getting behind the scenes at fashion shoots. Was that because she was a secret Dyke and liked to peek at the models changing, see a bit of spare pussy or a nice pair of firm little model's jugs ?

Maybe Tom, the young lad in the packing sector who always contrived to look down your blouse when passing your desk, actually wanted to see your breasts being peeled with acid or sliced into quarters with machette blades……

She grinned to herself, imagining how marvellous it would be to be able to tune in on other peoples' thoughts. She knew what men were thinking when they looked at her. A lot of them had instant naughty visions of her tall Nordic frame without clothes. Their body language and the way their eyes ran over her in a special way told her as loudly as words that they were saying "I would love to get you in bed, Darling !"

What would they think if she said "Talk to me about torturing pretty girls, detail all the most awful brutalities you can imagine, and I 'll get so turned on you can fuck me in seconds !"

And what about Murdoch ? How many people knew his secret lusts ? Did his business partners know he liked making an innocent girl a sex slave by force, that he claimed to have actually tortured quite a few to their deaths ? Did he sit in the office and say to his secretary "Buggered Eva last night. Nice tight virgin arcehole. That was after we'd stuck red hot skewers in our sex-slave's arce. You do anything exciting ?"

There were two more letters under the box number. Eva took them guiltily and went to the loo again.

She had only placed one ad. in the fetish magazine…something like "Lady with unusual tastes seeks friends with those who approve of strong discipline."

The first reply was badly scrawled on cheap paper. "I'm a 42-year old naughty boy just waiting for you to chastise me.Dress me in your used panties and smack my botty really hard."

She threw it down the pan.

The second, typed on quality notepaper, said "I enjoy bizarre ideas on the control and punishment of young ladies, having endured some fairly stringent discipline during my time as a student in a Convent school. I was taught the value of a sound thrashing, but unfortunately, instead of curbing my unruly behaviour, it served only to teach me that the one performing the chastisement has a far better time than the recipient. Now I find that my desire for arousal with my own gender is accompanied by a liking for performing acts of questionable decency upon their preferably reluctant forms. Perhaps you may find it mutually rewarding to correspond about discipline and its application to female anatomy ? I look forward to your reply. Laura G. Brannigan."

Murdoch had told her that replies to ads. on sexual matters were usually from men, often pretending to be females. Was Laura really a Larry ? But a letter to her box number would do no harm. She decided she wouldn't mention it to Murdoch. He would only ridicule it.

The evening came at last, and it was with a tingle of desire already moistening her vulva that Eva drove to Highgate and a very pleasant meal with Murdoch. Both of them tried to talk of normal things, behave like ordinary lovers, but the need to go and hurt Maria was overwhelming, and they threw off their clothes and headed for the cellar, already aroused.

Maria was surprisingly fit. The wounds on her nipples almost healed, the skewer burn marks just blisters, no sign of infection or bleeding. She fought them, shouting and pleading as they dragged her to the play room. Superior numbers overcame her struggles, and she was eventually lashed down on one of the frames,arched back over a steel bar, legs wide apart, wrists strapped to her sides,her breasts forming the high point of the arch.

"A little light relief, first, I think," Murdoch smiled, positioning himself between the wide-spread legs and almost casually forcing three fingers in to widen Maria's pussy before he pushed his manhood into her for a few deep strokes. Then he pulled out, lowered his aim a little, and thrust inside her anus, bending at the knee to get the right angle of attack. Murdoch had raped her so frequently that this was nothing new, but he just enjoyed the feeling of mastery to be able to enter her as he pleased, and he used her twin holes alternately to virtually masturbate gently, not yet wanting to come.

"Top drawer, second tool chest on the left," he smiled at Eva."There's a toy I think you'll enjoy playing with !"

She opened the drawer and gave a little squeak of pleasure as she saw a fitted selection of most alarming dildoes. The smallest was at least twice as thick as Murdoch's cock and at least twelve inches long. As the drawer opened further, the size increased and the purpose of the tools that nestled there turned from pleasure to pain. Those at the back were awesome creations designed to give a girl an instant hysterectomy!

Eva lifted the rear-most dildoe from the drawer. It was about fifteen inches long, had a variable fitting at the "balls" end so it could be triple strapped on a female "rapist" or screwed to a handle for manual insertion or a reverse dildoe so a woman could insert the friendly tool in herself and appear like a man with the unfriendly end serrated along its' length with vicious stubby spikes which looked pretty awful.But around the ridge where the glans of the imitation monster cock bulged, there were forward curving steel spines.…..just thinking how they would tear the lining of the recipients vagina made Eva feel quite weak with sexual excitement.

She walked back to Maria and raised the evil weapon in front of her dark fear-filled eyes.

"Oghhh noooghhh….Mother of God…you couldn't…please…I beg you….pleeaasseee!"

Eva ran the spikey cockhead slowly down from the tip of Maria's heaving breasts to the parted junction of her shapely thighs, pressing just hard enough for the shivering girl to feel the latent ferocity of the spikes.

"Oh yes I can, Maria. Push it right up inside you…watch the blood pour out of your shredded pussy and hear you scream louder than you think is possible. Slowly twist it round inside you, feeling it grate the walls of your cunt to pulp…..and see your fucking womb ripped out when I finally wrench this lovely toy out of you !"

Murdoch was masturbating gently. This was sheer bliss. He wouldn't interfere. If the beautiful blonde she-devil decided to lacerate Maria beyond repair in one brutal onslaught, so be it.

He poured a glass of fine port and settled down on one of the comfortable leather benches to watch his protégé become a fully-fledged torturess…..





End of Part Two.