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Model Bus Two .
This is part two of the story. It will make more sense if you refresh your memory by re-reading Part One before continuing.
DO NOT PROCEED UNLESS YOU ENJOY STORIES ABOUT EXTREME TORTURE, VIOLENCE, SNUFF AND OTHER FICTIONAL HORRORS.
Part Two.
The terrible tale of torture continues:-
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Day Two.
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Part one.
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.Clair Melbourne.
Seventeen years old, roped in a small and dark cell, the smell of her own pee making her feel sick, her tight jeans clinging damp on her legs, wet down to below her knees. She had tried so hard, but it was no use. Even though she had not eaten anything for what seemed like forever, she had to relieve herself. The idea of doing it in her panties was disgusting, but she had been holding it in for ages and was now suffering serious stomach cramps. She just had to let go, face darkening as she blushed with shame to feel her own excrement squish between the fabric of her tight jeans and her own flesh. The smell was even worse now. What on Earth was happening? Who had captured her, and why was she strapped to this infernal board?
Under her shapely chest, her strong heart beat faster than it should, fear driving her into a panic. She seemed to be alternately hot and cold, not quite sure if it was the actual temperature of the cell that changed or her own fluctuating levels of dread.
She was strapped to a sort of sloping board, ankles together, wrists drawn to the side, then bent down and pulled under the board to be roped together behind it. A third rope went over her throat, loose enough for her to breathe easily, but preventing her from being able to tilt her torso forward far enough to look down at her own roped body.
Clair Melbourne had been the carnival queen at Tamworth for two years running. She had shoulder length jet black hair, a slightly Spanish complexion, the sort of figure that should carry a health warning to stop young men having a heart attack, and was quite astonishingly, a complete virgin in the arts of sex.
Not mentally….she knew all about what went where and so on, but her upbringing had been very Catholic, mother actually a Spanish immigrant and a devoted Mary worshipper.
With her mother and father, she attended mass every week, went to confession, and raised the young priests’ blood pressure when she told him of any impure thoughts she had had about the boys in her favourite pop group. But she had kept her legs closed and her hands and mouth unsullied by manly organs, and this despite having tits like two rockets and hips above the most shapely legs a man could wish for, and a pert shapely bottom that had a way of swishing from side to side when she walked that attracted a mans’ eyes like bees to honey…..
Which is why she was selected to go to the beauty contest, of course, and why the poor bitch was now destined to suffer the agonies of Hell despite being such a good little Catholic girl! Life just isn’t fair, sometimes.
The five sadists had slept well. As the farm was fully equipped to feed and stable up to sixty horses, things like cooking for all their new guests were reasonably easy….a huge vat of oats, milk, sugar, and that would make a nourishing porridge that could feed the girls without a lot of work.
They decided to take food to their captives and enjoy gloating over their helplessness. Only when the smell of the first cell hit them did they realize the extent of a personal hygiene problem. The girls had all crapped themselves and stank like a shithouse. That was the result of tying them up in immobile positions. They should have given their guests buckets and chained them on some sort of short leash so they could at least attend to calls of nature. But then, if the girls were clothed, they would have needed their hands free to be able to undress. See, there’s always a problem when you start thinking about the details!
“Let’s strip them all, wash them down. Get the shot guns. They won’t give us any trouble.”
“No. Do them one or two at a time. We’re in no hurry, and it should be fun making them get naked and wash their shitty arces.”
“Yes….two at a time…make them wash each other and maybe do a bit of fiddling around on the side!”
“Start with the driver. He might enjoy being told to wash some beauty queens’ backside!”………
And so Clair Melbourne found herself being unbound in the presence of four men and two women. One of the men was obviously a captive, gagged and shackled. Despite Clairs’ pleas and desperate requests, they refused to talk to her other than to order her about.
Two of them were pointing double barrelled shotguns at her all the time, so she did not dare to refuse to do as she was told.
The sadists found it almost funny that the girl kept trying to apologise for having soiled herself, obviously as embarrassed by that as she was frightened by being ordered about. They had looped a chain around her throat to lead her from the cell to an oddly shaped swimming pool full of warm water. It was long and narrow, with a sloping ramp entry and exit at either end. Not being a horsey type, Clair did not recognise it as an equine exercise bath.
The driver, (chained by leg shackles and wearing a metal collar inside which were inch long blunt spikes that were no problem if you didn’t try and pull against the leash Sally led him by,) had not messed himself and had been allowed to have a pee before being led along for these nasty little games.
“Listen, Clair. I’ll tell you this once, and you need to understand that if you do not obey every order we give you, we will hurt you. It won’t be a little smack on the wrist sort of hurt, but something really unpleasant like having one of your fingers cut off. Nod your head if you understand……Good girl. Now this is a sort of swimming pool bath, and we want you to get all that disgusting mess off, so first you have to undress.
Don’t worry. We’ve all seen girls in the nude before, so spare your blushes. You might be a beauty queen, but you’ve just got two tits and a pussy like all the others.”
It was Jason organising the threats. He had the sort of no-nonsense voice that made you not want to doubt he meant what he said.
He unfastened the drivers’ gag, half expecting a torrent of threats and swearing. To his surprise, the man just licked his dry lips and watched silently as Clair reluctantly started to unfasten her soiled jeans and wriggle them down her legs, horribly aware of the shitty streaks doing so caused.
“What’s your name, Driver?” he said.
“Bert….Bert Landers. What’s going on here?…JESUS!!!”
The man staggered sideways, suddenly violently reminded that the spiked collar could cut his throat to shreds with very little effort on Sallys’ part. She had just given a sharp tug on the leash. “My son asked your name, Bert, not anything else. Learn to speak only when you are told to, or you could find yourself bleeding to death ever so quickly !”
“Oh, come on, Mom. He’s bound to wonder how he got so lucky….I mean, not many blokes get to see prime pussy like this stripping off in front of them. I’ll tell you, Bert. We sort of kidnapped your passengers, and we kept them tied up for so long that they’ve all got a bit dirty….so we thought you might like to give a few of them a rinse down. Hope you don’t mind them smelling a bit, but when they are cleaned up, it should be worth the effort. You up to it, a bit of posh totty cleaning? It’s got to be more fun than rinsing down your fucking coach !”
The driver looked at the others. They were all smiling expectantly as if he had walked in to a party at a golf course and they were asking if he’d like to play a round.
Despite not showing it, he was actually scared witless. If these crazy bastards had got all his passengers, they must be a well organised mob, not just some mixed up fucking rapist on the prowl. And if they were able to abduct his entire coach, they would probably have no qualms about putting a bullet in his head if he proved troublesome.
Best to stay compliant, wait and see, plan escape or await rescue. If in doubt, side with the bastard with the biggest gun.
“Sure. What do I do ?”
“Help Clair down the slope and wash the shit off her. Walk her through the bath and out the other side, then maybe towel her down a bit. You up for that ?”
Bert nodded. “Clothes?”
“No. Don’t worry about your trousers. If you’re a good lad, we might take the leg irons off so you can strip later.”
Clair was peeling her panties down. About a third of her backside was brown with a fairly loose bowel movement spread around by being made to walk. It was over her hands, and she was starting to weep very quietly.
“And your top, Dearie !” Marion snapped. “Naked, then you can let Bert wash you down !”
“There’s a hose, Bert. Use that first to get the worst off before she goes down into the main bath. Then take that pail and sponge, lather her up with that soap, and rub her down properly.”
Naked, Clair sobbed with shame as the shackled man turned the hose on her. The water was cold, and to her dismay, Clair felt her nipples sharpen into peaks as the cold affected her circulation.
“Turns you on, does it, Sweetie? Like a man to wash you down, eh? I bet you’re a hot little bitch judging by those pointy tit tips! ” Marion laughed, delighted by the rosy flush of shame on the sobbing girls’ cheeks.
Following orders, Bert directed the hose all over the sobbing girl, walking through the bath and up the slope the other side. He carried the bucket over and used the soapy water to sponge her down.
“I’m sorry, love. I’ve got to do what they say!” he said, reaching towards the shivering naked girl with the sponge. She had tried to keep her back to him, hands covering her breasts and pubic areas, and Bert gently mopped her shoulders with the warmer soapy water.
Sally yanked the neck chain, and Bert screeched with pain. “What?”
“Come on, you stupid man. She’s naked, she’s good looking, and you’ve got the chance to feel her all over. Rub her tits, wash her pussy, get that shit out of her arce crack or we’ll make you fucking suffer!”
Bert swallowed his nervousness. Two shot guns, a chained neck, threats of punishment, or rub some poor naked girls cunt! No contest…. He caught hold of her arm, pulled it out of the way, and pushed the sponge between her legs, rubbing upwards into her slit.
She tried to pull away, screaming “No…you can’t do this…” and she was taken completely by surprise when Robert stepped behind her and smashed the stock of his shot gun into the small of her back, sending her crashing face down on the concrete.
She grazed her face, scrambled to her knees, and was trying to feel where she was bleeding when a second vicious blow with the gun hit the back of her head. She fell down, almost unconscious.
“Jesus, you’ll kill her!” Bert cried, dropping to his knees to roll the groaning girl onto her back and tenderly sponge the blood from cuts to her cheeks and forehead.
Jason laughed. “That’s the general idea, Bert, but not until after we’ve had some fun with her. Stop being so gentle with the silly cow. Come on, shove that sponge up her cunt.”
Marion giggled. “Ooogh, yes. Come on, let’s see you open her pussy and give her a nice intimate clean out!”
Robert used the barrel of his shotgun to push the girls’ legs apart then rested it against her chest. “Lie still, Cunt, or I’ll see what you look like with your tits shot off! Go on, Bert. Let’s see a bit of enthusiasm. Feel her up the pussy, now!”
The driver glanced around for some possibility of help, but saw only the five sadists smiling expectantly, no pity, just evil lust in their eyes.
He spread the tightly furled smooth satin petals of Clairs’ sex apart. He hadn’t been this close to such a young pussy for a long time. What would his wife say if she could see him now, kneeling over a spread-eagled naked teenage girl, slowly working a wet sponge inside her vagina? He tried not to let the sight of that fresh light pink crease affect him, but it was impossible not to imagine kissing her down there, or sliding his cock up instead of the sponge….oh, Christ, he was getting a hard-on….
Only a small amount of the sponge went in her before he could feel resistance. He looked round at the woman holding his leash. “She…well…I think she’s a virgin…I mean, it won’t go in any further….”
Sally laughed, delighted with the news. Plucking a cherry was always a special treat.
Her daughter got down on her knees the other side of the sobbing girl and pushed Berts’ hand aside to check. Sure enough, her probing finger encountered that elastic web the other side of the urethra. The pretty little beauty queen had an intact cherry.
“Yes, she’s never been broken in. Who’s going to have the honour? You want another notch on your score-card Darling?” she smiled at her husband.
Jason shook his head. “No…let the driver have her. Come on, right there on the ground. Break her in, Bert. If you do a good job, maybe we won’t shoot you after all!”
Marion unfastened the leg shackles and pulled the wet trousers from the driver. She gave a delighted laugh when she saw his prick was already at half mast. Obviously, touching up the girl had not been so dreadful after all.
“The randy sod’s already getting a stiffie” she grinned. “Shall I give him a starter?”
Her husband nodded. He knew how skilled Marions’ fingers could be when wrapped around a mans’ cock. The driver did not try to resist. He knew these people would have no qualms about shooting him if he refused their demands, and the sight of Clairs’ open thighs was still making his blood pressure rise.
He groaned as Marion folded her fingers round his penis. She somehow managed to alternate the pressure of her fingers while slowly moving her hand in the traditional wanking rhythm, the result feeling just like being sucked off……and if there was one thing Bert enjoyed above all else it was being sucked off.
His wife wouldn’t do it since they got married, saying that she had only performed fellatio before they wed, but now it would be a sin as they could “do it properly”, and, anyway, she hated the taste.
His manhood grew almost instantly, a good sized dong with a large convex knob and a thick foreskin already getting shiny with pre-come as Marions’ actions roused his lust.
Why not? It wasn’t his fault the poor cow had been kidnapped, and if he didn’t fuck her, one of the other three men would.
“Get down…lick her out, Bert. Give her a bit of lubrication before you break her open”, Marion growled, grinning up at her parents as the man eagerly sank his face into the open valley, tongue probing the slightly soapy slit. She let go of the now fully aroused penis, and Bert immediately shifted round and dropped his loins onto the squealing beauty queen. “I think he’s going to enjoy this” she laughed.
Clair was not enjoying it at all. She tried to struggle, starting to beat Berts’ shoulders with her clenched fists. Marion and Jason grabbed her arms and stretched her out. She was helpless.
“Go on, Bert. Fuck the bitch….Shag the little stuck up cow senseless…”
There was a high pitched shriek and Clair arched up in pain as the thrusting manhood split open her hymen and Bert lunged deep inside her virginal sheath, lubricated by her maidens blood.
God, she was tight. He had never had such a thrilling fuck. The way she was squirming and crying underneath him was fantastic.
He felt a distinct flow of guilt counterbalanced by the enormous pleasure of domination. Never a violent man, he was amazed at his own ferocity, humping up and down on the wriggling nude with brutal eagerness, driving his cock as deep as he could without any feeling of compassion for the unwilling victim.
He heard her screams, and to his shamed dismay found that they heightened his pleasure. He wanted to hurt her, ravish, despoil, subjugate her to the power of his manhood, spear her open and hear her cries of despair as his body triumphed over her womanhood.
Christ, he must be a fucking pervert, a bloody rapist.
He grabbed her tits and let his fingers gouge into the warmth of the full firm globes, hurting her, seeing her eyes wide with shock and full of fear and pain.
He drew his cock almost out of the clinging tube, raising his loins on high, then crashing down with all his power, battering his pube into hers with all the force he could muster.
“Take that, you fuckslut” he growled, twisting her trapped breasts violently, hearing her scream get louder as the added pain brought her to greater desperation.
He was hardly aware of his captors, intent on shafting the deepest recesses of his poor squirming victim, not hearing their crude shouts of gleeful encouragement.
He was driving hard and fast, balls tightening as the release of his load became an overpowering necessity, and suddenly he could feel a womans’ hands on his arce cheeks, spreading them, helping with downward pressure on the in strokes, a wriggling female finger probing inside his rectum.
God, it felt sexy. He gave a roar of pure lust and slammed down with every ounce of power, releasing the spurting jets of jism deep inside the bleeding cunt.
When Sally hauled him to his feet, the driver stood in a sort of shocked silence, looking down at the blood leaking slit of Clairs pussy, a grey bubble trail of come oozing out and trickling between her spread thighs.
He looked at his own shrunken penis, smeared with her juices and her blood.
The older man with the gun slapped him on the back. “Fucking good job, Son. You broke that sluts’ virginity really well. And I saw how you liked to squash her tits. Maybe you are going to enjoy your stay with us after all. We’ve got them all, you know. And we’re going to fuck the lot of them, so you might be able to work that prick of yours in a few more tight cunts if you play your cards right.”
“Or up their arces!” Sally cooed. “Do you like fucking girls up the back door, Bert?”
He shook his head. “I….I never….I mean, have you really got all my passengers?”
“Course we have. And they’re all shitty from being tied up with their knickers on. So are you going to help wash them off, or are you still going to need to be forced?”
“I…..well, I suppose I’ve got to do what you say, haven’t I?”.
Terry lowered his gun. “Take the collar off. I think he loves fucking unwilling pussy just like us. If he tries to escape or do anything wrong, we’ll let you girls cut his cock off.”
Marion dropped down in front of the poor man and took hold of his dangling weapon. She parted her lips and suddenly his cock was in her mouth and she was sucking him, her tongue reaming around the ridge of his glans, probing under his foreskin, licking the salty blood from his tool.
Her mother unlocked the studded choker. Free of all restraint, if Bert was going to try and resist, now was the time. But he was experiencing the most exquisite sensations in his cock, already feeling the blood flow and his shrunken tool expanding. This young and very good looking woman was on her knees, fondling his balls, bobbing her head up and down on his rising tool, sending waves of pleasure through every nerve in his body. This was the sort of experience a man only dreamt of.
The seventeen year old bitch on the concrete was trying to get to her feet, both her hands sort of pressing and kneading the lower part of her belly as if she could squeeze out the man juice so brutally deposited deep inside her vagina. Her long black hair hung forward over her face, hiding her tears, and the bruised scratches on her forehead. Her shoulders shook as she sobbed. It was not only the physical pain of being raped but the more distressing mental suffering of her Catholic religious beliefs that hurt her so badly.
Poor bitch had no idea that this was nothing compared to what lay in store for her shapely teenage body!
Bob jabbed her with his shotgun. “Come on, fuckslut, back to your cell. We’ve got other dirty cunts to clean up.”
Just for a moment, she looked as if she might resist. Bob was all prepared to slam her in the belly with the gun, but she suddenly drooped her shoulders, giving in to the inevitable, walking ahead of him, crying and defeated.
His wife went with him, and they soon returned leading two hooded girls bound together, stumbling along and cursing in a most unladylike way.
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Day Two.
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Part Two.
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Jackie and Brenda.
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“What the hell are you bastards doing? I’ll have the law on you fucking creeps. Let us go right now or you’ll go to fuckin’ jail for fuckin’ life!”
Further expletives may have followed, but Bob had pulled and pushed the bound girls right to the edge of the horse wash, and he stepped aside and laughed as Sally gave the girls an almighty shove that sent them over the edge and into the cold deep water, effectively stopping the stream of threats and abusive language.
Marion, still tongueing the driver, was delighted to feel his already swollen prick give a little jolt to further erection as he saw two lovely but soiled beauty queens being ill treated.
She slid her lips off his length and patted the purple dome gently.
“Hold it, Tiger. You’ve got to work for your jollies. There’s a couple of fillies to clean up, then maybe we’ll get back to using that stiffie of yours some more. Go on, strip and clean the new girls!”
The said girls were spluttering and coughing, trying to stand up to avoid being drowned and finding it very difficult whilst roped and blind folded.
Bert looked at them and saw how the water had made their chests show every detail, like in those wet tee shirt shows. There were four great hard-nippled tits down there.
He realised his hard on was still bobbing like a flagpole. His brain tried to tell him that he should be feeling outrage and concern for the two girls splashing in the water.
His cock told him to go and strip the bitches naked!
His cock won.
They gave him a knife, like a thin Bowie, one side blunt, the other honed razor sharp. It enabled him to cut soaking wet clothing from struggling girl meat without damaging the goods, and he set to work slitting open the short skirts and tight tee shirts covering beauty queen assets.
Being almost up to their necks in water, the girls were unable to do much to stop this frightening attack. At least, being in water, their shit stained bodies were virtually cleaned as they were stripped, little brown clouds swirling from their lower regions.
It was actually quite hard work. Bert was panting from his exertions as he finally got to slit the bra. straps and the pantie sides to reveal the bodies to their captors.
He followed orders, pushing the girls up the sloping exit of the horse bath, his eyes feasting on two sets of shapely buttocks jiggling in front of him. Both girls were still hooded and bound with their wrists together, making them have to move sort of crab-like and ensuring they could offer absolutely no effective resistance.
“Well done, Bert. Meet Jackie Dawson and Brenda Parsons. Both sweet seventeen. Let’s see which one was bad-mouthing us, shall we? You can pull their hoods off now.”
The girls shook their wet hair, blinked in the bright light, and gasped with shock to see the naked driver with his cock at half mast, a drooling grin on his face as he let his eyes roam over their nude bodies.
“What the fuck do you think you’re fuckin’ doing?” the taller girl snarled, pulling at her bound wrists but only succeeding in making the other girl yelp as her wrists were jerked upwards.“Jackie!” Bob chuckled. “God, girl, you’ve got some mouth on you. Pretty little blonde bimbo and you swear like a trooper.”
“Just get these sodding ropes off me, Mister, and you fuckin’ wait. I’ll have the law on you. You’ll fuckin’ die inside for doing this to us!”
Then Bob hit her.
It was not a gentle blow.
He slammed his balled fist with savage force, hitting her just below her belly button.
She doubled up, making a sort of “whoosh” noise and jerked Brenda over, so both of them tumbled to the ground.
Bob’s right foot hit her full force between her legs. She tried to roll into a ball, but his boot slammed into her waist just above the kidneys. He gave her one more in the belly.
“Alright, bitch? Want to swear at me some more? You think you’re going to get help?Don’t be so stupid. You are a cunt, and we are your owners. You’ll be fucked senseless or beaten black and blue if we feel like it. And you’ll do what you’re told or I will take that knife from Bert and cut your breasts off just for the fun of it!”
The sudden violence shook Bert. It was one thing to use a woman sexually, even against her will, but hitting her like this was……well, it did seem a bit extreme.
Marion saw that his cock had drooped. Time to test him. See if sex was strong enough to pervert his morality.
She stood beside him, looking down at the two young nudes. “Come on, Bert. Don’t get all soft and tender. These two are just fuck meat. Think of all the men who have wanted to touch them and got nowhere. A right pair of cock-teasers, these two. But we are going to teach them all about sex, Bert. My husband and my father and mother and I will enjoy ravishing them. My brother in law will join in, of course. It’s a family thing….we like unwilling pussy!
And then there’s you, Bert. And you have got to choose sides. Lone defender of these beauty queen sluts, which means we’ll probably have to kill you, or happy rapist getting to stick his cock up some very luscious pussy? I know you like being sucked…..how’d you like this mouthy bitch to do it for you?”
Bert looked round at the others. Oddly, he realised he had not been ashamed of standing in front of them virtually naked. They were all smiling, but not in a normal friendly sort of way. It was more like they were ready to pounce, the smiles just a thin veneer over their real faces which were full of lust and cruelty.
Sally licked her lips and began to rub her hand over the crotch of her jeans.
“Come on, Bert. You’ve got a nice cock. I’d like to feel you up my pussy some time. Don’t worry about Robert. He likes his wife to love cock just like he loves cunt!”
This actually turned Bert on more than a little. The forty five year old was a very desirable woman, and Bert knew the value of experienced partners. They may have a few lines or a bit of spare flesh, but they knew how to use their bodies…..and if her daughter was anything to go by, Sally would be fantastic.
“You’ve got to help us!” squealed Brenda, realizing the driver was the only person present who could be on her side.
Bert looked down at her, seeing the wide blue eyes below the wet frame of tousled blonde locks, the fear and desperate hope in those eyes. He looked at her breasts, bigger than the other girls. Large nipples, pointing in the cold.
And lower down, the fine line of her crease, fair hair so fine that at first glance it looked as if she was shaved. Christ, she was a nice piece of ass!
So he kicked her in her stomach.
It wasn’t hard, like the kicks Bob gave the other girl, but it shattered the hope in Brendas’ eyes, her face seeming to crumple as she knew with sickening clarity that any hope of help had just been denied.
It was a sort of pivotal moment for the kidnappers, welcoming a new man. They realized that things were moving too slowly. At this rate, they would not de-crap the captives before dark. So everyone joined in, dragging terrified soiled captives from their cells, stripping and hosing them down, then bundling them back to captivity, naked and wet, steel anchor chains to their ankles to prevent escape.
The last girl was Tracy Dart, a very tall big-built girl with short dark hair set in tight curls. She fought with astonishing strength as Robert and Terry dragged her to the horse dip. Eventually, they had to punch her in the belly a few times before she sank to the ground and they could start to hack off her soiled clothing.
Down to her panties, and she tried with amazing courage to wriggle free of the four male hands.
Terry chopped her in the throat, and she collapsed on her back, legs trembling as if in a spastic attack, gasping for air.
Bob bent forward, gripped the waistband of the shit filled panties, and yanked them down her legs.
For a moment or two, no-one noticed. Things were a bit brown and smelly.
Then Terry gasped “She’s got a cock!”
And the gang collected to stare down at the lovely full breasted curly haired captive, and her small but seemingly perfectly formed prick!
“God, we’ve got ourselves a Lady-boy!” Jason laughed, turning the hose on the area of attraction and exposing Tracy’s “manhood” in stark clarity.
“Well, that’s a first!” Marion laughed. “We thought we were going to fuck her, but it looks like she’ll fuck us instead!”
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Day Two.
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Part Three. Evening.
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Hear Them Screaming.
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Clair was naked and spread out in the centre of the small concrete block stable, suspended about two foot off the ground. Her long black hair swept the floor as she turned her head from side to side, looking vainly for some help, whimpering with the pain of being suspended in such an open position, and terribly terribly frightened. These monsters had raped her without pity. God alone knew what they were going to do now!
Her ankles and wrists had leather collars fitted with steel shackles, and the shackles were tied by nylon rope to iron rings set in the blockwork high at each corner of the converted stable.
Against the wall and facing her wide-spread legs, a second girl wept softly, spread in a similar “X” but this time upright. Naomi Watts, nineteen years old, a girl with quite small but very pointed breasts, a tiny waist that somehow made her breasts look bigger than they were, and a shaved pussy that had very pouting lips as if she was turned on and swollen, even though sex was certainly not on her mind as she looked at the hanging nude in front of her and shivered despite the warmth of the cell. That brazier suggested branding irons, and she was stripped and chained to a wall. Things did not look good.
Between the open legs of Clair stood a big copper vat and below it was a metal gas ring, heating cooking oil inside the vat.
In the corner of the cell stood a metal brazier full of glowing coals. Resting in the coals were various metal implements.
“Who are those awful people?” Naomi sobbed. “What are they going to do with us?”
“They raped me!” Clair gasped. “The driver did it. They made me undress and he washed me then they told him to ….well….he did it! I haven’t ever been with a man before. And ….oh,God…..I think they are crazy. They said things, horrible things, that they were going to do to me….”
“But…..I can’t move. They put these chains on my wrists. And there’s …. Well, what looks like iron rods and things heating in a fire over there. Oh, Clair, what are they going to do to us?”
“Make you scream!” a womans voice answered.
The reinforced door had opened, and kinkily attired men and women piled into the room. The men had leather gauntlets, boots, and aprons that hung down to below their groins. The women were in leather corselette type outfits, boots, suspenders and long mesh stockings.
Everyone carried whips or canes. It looked like the cast of some kinky porn movie.
It was Sally who had answered the question, a wicked lustful smile on her face as she surveyed the flawless curves of the helpless victims. “We’re going to hurt you. Torture you, actually. If you are lucky, you’ll die quite quickly. If not, you’ll live to suffer even more horrible torture until you can’t take any more!”
Bert was a bit shocked by Sally’s candour. He had spent an hour in bed with her earlier in the day, had been in the middle of fucking her when her husband and daughter came into the room, and then had been transported to a Heaven of utter delight when they joined in on the bed, tits and cocks and cunts and mouths blending in a sort of dream orgy that left him drained and exhausted.
They had all talked about things they had done to girls, and though to begin with some of the things they said had made him feel rather queasy, after a while he found the details less and less disturbing. So they were perverts….but by God, they were sexy bastards!
After a meal, they had given him Viagra and said they were going to fuck the daylights out of a couple of beauty queens.
Seeing the girls spread out so helpless and hearing Sally talk of torture was a bit frightening, but his cock was starting to need some relief, and his eye was drawn to Clairs delicious black bush above the tight little pussy lips he had broken into earlier…..
A whip whistled through the air, and Clair screamed as it landed on her gorgeous full breasts.
Her body bucked in mid air, a highly erotic sight, and the whip sliced up between her wide open thighs and cut into her cleft, promoting an even more desperate scream and frantic useless struggling.
Then a cane slammed into Naomis stomach, the air whooshing from her lungs in shocked pain. Jason snapped her again, top of the thighs, then a vicious uppercut into the swell of those sharp pointy tits.
Marion straddled Clairs head, lowering her crotchless panties down to rub excited pussy lips over the Catholic girls face, muffling the next scream as her husband flogged the spread thighs.
All at once, the cell became full of screams, two innocent young females suffering violent attacks on their helpless bodies with no hope of escape.
Bert found himself kneeling between Clairs open legs, stiff cock pointing at her slit. Sally got behind him, virtually pushed his buttocks forward so the tip of his prick nudged into that tight little pussy hole.
“Fuck the bitch!” she growled, and shoved him forward. He could not resist it, and rammed his hard prick forward into the suspended girl with a cruel lust, his feeling of power enhanced when he saw the whips and canes flog down onto her breasts in front of him and felt the contractions of her vagina clench his manhood when the pain spasmed her entire body…..
Robert took the standing girl, thudding into her, grinding her back and buttocks against the rough concrete walls as he shagged her deep and hard.
When both men came, there was a sort of general pause while the fiends planned their next outrage.
Both girls were re-secured the opposite way, Clair hanging arched down slightly with her beautiful bottom uppermost, Naomi facing the wall.
Terry and Jason had their turns now, but they took both girls up the arceholes.
Neither girl had experienced anal penetration before. They screamed delightfully when hard male flesh opened up their virginal backsides and thrust as far as possible into their forbidden holes.
A newcomer to Viagra, Bert was already hard again, watching in drooling delight to see the brutal penetrations. When Terry suggested he lie on the floor and ram up into Clairs cunt from below, he had no hesitation.
The feeling inside her as his own penis felt Terrys sliding in and out just the other side of a thin wall of tissue was something he could not have ever dreamed of, a sensation that tingled through his body as if he had been injected with some astounding sex drug. It was simply awesome, the tightness, the wickedness, and the sheer brutal dominance of double fucking the poor beauty queen was mind blowing. To his own surprise, Bert found himself thinking how good it would be to stick a knife up Clairs cunt and fuck her with that……..
The men needed rest, so the women took over.
This meant things got a lot worse for the captives.
Back in their original positions, Clair was being made to lick cunt, and Naomi was being shafted by Sally who was wearing her favourite giant spiked dildoe!
Blood seeped from Naomis pussy. The dildoe had quarter inch metal spines. They tore little grooves into the vaginal lining, every brutal thrust bringing a new shriek of pain from the suffering victim.
Then things got much more serious.
Robert had a various metal funnels, odd ladles, and a sort of metal injection kit with a six inch long needle made in stainless steel.
And Bert realized why they were wearing those leather aprons.
One of the more ordinary funnels was pushed into Clairs vagina. There were small loops of metal on the outer rim of the funnel, and Bob ran a leather strap through the loops, under the suspended girl, thus securing the funnel in her cunt.
Using a long handled copper ladle, he took some of the near boiling oil from the vat, and carefully let it trickle into the funnel.
The sadists watched closely, listening to the sizzle of sound as the bubbling oil met the deep inner part of Clairs vagina, right on the circular ridge forming her os, the mouth of her womb.
The cry that followed was extraordinary, vibrating off the walls, the poor girl arching upwards a seemingly impossible way as agony erupted deep within her belly. Bob dipped the ladle and poured a drop more down the funnel. Wisps of steam that smelled slightly of cooking emerged from the funnel. He did it again, more this time, a whole ladle full of sizzling oil burning into the depths of Clairs vagina, spreading into every fleshy nook and cranny, searing her delicate internal tissue in a totally unbelievable way. It ran into the uterus, it fried the skin inside her womb. She was mental, body bucking in a frantic reaction to the pain, quite unable to do anything at all to ease the agony or prevent more pain.
“Do her tits!” Sally purred, standing with her legs apart, lewdly rubbing her own swollen clitoris, her cunt hairs matted scarlet with blood she had drawn from fucking the other girl.
Bob did not need much encouragement. With a deliberate slowness, he brought a ladle full of spluttering oil over the big flawless breasts, holding it there until Clare calmed down enough to actually see it, only to shriek “No !”
at the top of her voice when she realized her tits were next.
Carefully, Bob lowered the copper ladle and let the hot metal briefly kiss each red nipple in turn. You could see the flesh actually flinch from the heat, the nipples flattening, seeming to suck themselves in. But then he tipped the ladle, and everyone watched a girls breasts leap and shake as if they were being electrocuted, so violently did Clares body shudder with the agony of scalding fat trickling down her glorious peaks.
It was too much for her. She gave one blood-curdling shriek, then quivered a few times and hung limp in her bonds, mercifully unconscious.
Everyone turned to look at Naomi. Her face was ashen, her eyes staring with horror and shock at the poor girl spread out in front of her.
“Oh, God….You’re insane!” she whimpered. “Why have you done that to her?”
“Fun!” Bob laughed. “There’s nothing better than having the ultimate power to destroy a pretty girl. It’s even better than the thrill we get fucking you poor sluts!”
Jason was pissing into the funnel in Clares cunt. It overflowed, urine and globules of fat pouring over her crotch and spreading out in a pool on the floor below her buttocks. He laughed, and kicked her between the legs. Piss sloshed from the funnel, and she groaned but stayed out cold.
His wife brought a container of cold water over, threw it on the girl to bring her round. No fun tormenting unconscious meat. One has to hear the screams and see the terror in the eyes……
“And now it’s your turn, Babe! Let’s see how you like a bit of hot steel!”
They started with remarkable restraint. Everyone except perhaps the driver was looking forward to seeing Naomi’s cunt react to red hot metal, but that would probably kill her too quickly, so they started with a selection of needles and long pins.
First they made Bert stick a six inch red hot needle through Naomi’s left nipple.
Holding the needle in pliers, the driver looked at the pert thrusting teenage breast and swallowed nervously. This was the crunch time. Rape was one thing, deliberately inflicting dreadful pain was something else.
It took only a few seconds in his head, but seemed longer as he weighed up his options.
It was unlikely that he could escape. Even if he did, he had actually raped Clare and arse-fucked her in a double penetration. No one outside this crazy room was likely to give him much credit for doing that, and to refuse meant he would most likely find out what it felt like to have red hot needles stuck in his own prick! He swallowed, drew a deep breath, and pushed the needle into Naomis’ tit flesh.
She screeched and shook her body so violently he let go the needle and it waved around, smoking and hissing in the aureole of the pointy little nipple.
“Grab her tit, man for fucks’ sake, and hold it while you stab her!” Jason laughed, and he and the rest of his murdering family watched in approval as Bert caught hold of Naomis nipple, pulled it taut away from her body, then gripped the hissing needle and drove it right through the aureole to suddenly erupt out the other side. Bert could smell the charred skin.
Marion passed him pliers with a thicker longer needle glowing red.
“Through from the top to the bottom, Bert!”
Jesus, didn’t she scream as he pushed it down into the upper slope, forced it further and further in, eventually seeing it pop out tight to her rib cage below her breast.
There was no blood. The red hot metal seared the wound.
“Now side to side with this big fucker!”
It was a steel pin, almost a quarter of an inch thick. It took a lot of pressing and screwing to break into the smoking burn where he pressed it to her breast, and he could hear it sizzling all the way into her, steam and smoke curling up from the small cone. Having to pinch her skewered nipple really hard to stop her escaping, he drove the metal right through her breast to emerge in her cleavage.
Now everyone joined in. The women knealt down and started working on Naomis feet. The red hot skewers driven under her toe nails hurt even more than those in her breasts.
Her cunt lips were tugged open, pulled forward like puppy dogs ears, then pierced repeatedly with red hot steel. Her clitoris was roasted, Bob holding a red hot soldering iron onto the little nub until he had turned it to a blackened charcoal lump.
Someone pressed big circular branding irons into her tits. Her belly button became a black hole.
The women, still low down, were driving increasingly big red hot items upwards into Naomis anal passage. A breast fell to the floor, the wound cauterized is a hissing eruption of smoke and steam.
Her legs were unchained and hauled upwards, ankles to wrists so she hung splay legged, the smoking ruin of her arcehole like a deep black tunnel. Sally used a red hot dildoe shaped implement, very slowly forcing it into the gurgling victims well displayed cunt. The sadists watched as the metal forced open the tight passage, roasting the soft tissue as it was driven deeper, meeting her os, burning through it, then pulled out to be re-heated for the final glorious push, spitting, steaming, hissing and flaming right into the dying bitches womb……
Now they went back to Clare. Using the oversize hypodermic, they injected her urethra with sizzling oil. They injected each beautiful nipple, watching the breasts swell amazingly and the nipples turn from a lovely pink to a deep brown as they were cooked from within.
They sliced off the nipples and ladled more fat onto the gushing blood, sealing the wounds.
The funnel was removed, but only so they could inject each cunt lip with oil.
Bill poured some down her screaming throat. It stopped the noise. Then one of the women rammed a huge funnel with a curved spout deep into Clares anal passage. Sizzling oil went in, slowly cooking the gurgling creatures guts.
She took a surprisingly long time to die. It was only after they untied her, hoisted her over the bubbling vat, and slowly lowered her body feet first into the vat that she actually became totally comatose, though it was still a thrill to watch her legs and belly go brown as they were fry boiled in the oil…….
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Day Three.
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Explosive Sex.
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Sandra gagged as more sperm shot down her throat. Her mouth was held open by a sort of ring gag, allowing entry without the risk of her being able to bite. She couldn’t even scream as the thick white fluid filled her mouth with that breath catching odd taste of man come.
She had never swallowed come before, although she had sucked off a couple of boy friends. They had been given very strict instructions to pull out before they came on pain of instant dismissal, and as Sandra was a gorgeous blue eyed twenty one year old with a big bust and superb long legs, the boy friends had not dared to risk losing her for the sake of spunking in her mouth.
Jason, however, had no reason to pull out…the bitch was roped over a metal frame, arched backwards, head pulled down almost to the level of Jasons’ groin. On the other side of the arch formed by her lovely body, Terry was thrusting his hard prick deep into Sandra’s pussy.
He was on the short strokes, jerking his hips to ram hard into the bound girl, his hairy crotch thudding against the bone of her pube, the tip of his cock actually feeling the inner limit of her vagina as her arched position made it impossible for her to relax to take his length. He leaned hard into her, reached forward and grabbed her big firm tits. He dug his fingers into the globes, twisted brutally, and jerked them savagely as his load came spurting out into her depths. Grunting with pleasure, he stayed pressing hard against her crotch, feeling his own hot juices warm his slowly softening penis, savouring the feeling of total satisfaction and twisting and tugging her trapped breasts just to feel her pain squeeze his limp dick until he slipped out of her, followed by a bubbly grey flow of sperm oozing down her thighs.
Temporarily sated, the men stood back from their victim, strands of come drooling from the slit eyes of their shrivelled cocks like wet saliva.
“Man, that was good. She’s really tight, you know. You can feel her cunt ripple when you hurt her. Brilliant.”
“I’ll have her arce next. She didn’t like having it down her throat. Maybe I should have buggered her first, then it would have been shitty, too!”
“Lets turn her over…”
They untied her and rolled her onto her stomach over the frame. She did try to struggle, but Jason hit her in the belly twice and she was so winded it knocked all the fight out of her. In moments, she was helpless again, bottom sticking up to make a most tempting target.
“I’ve just got to hit that!” Jason growled, and he began to slap Sandra’s buttocks, first one cheek then the other, really slapping her hard. She yelped, coughing up some of the spunk from her throat, and tried to plead with them not to hurt her.
Terry slapped her face, then punched her hanging tits. That was nice. They seemed to swallow his hand in firm warm flesh. He hit with both hands, left hand to right breast and rights into the left one. He liked it so much, he hit her ever harder, smashing his fists into the reddening punch bags.
Jason was finding his hands had started to sting, so he grabbed a baseball bat and started thudding that down onto Sandra’s arce. The girl shrieked. This was seriously painful, the heavy bat really tenderising those lovely globes.
Blood vessels below the skin were rupturing, sudden dark discolorations marking the white curves, ridges and lines starting to swell remarkably fast.
The white was even turning quite blue in places, and the poor girl was shrieking for mercy, convinced that her backside was being pulped by the savage beating.
Seeing the lovely damage the bat was causing, Terry grabbed a lead weighted cosh and used that to smash the dangling breast meat. He hit her full power, the cosh vanishing into a deep crease in the selected breast, rupturing the flesh below the skin, both tits swelling amazingly fast, turning a purplish blue.
Violence turned both men into animals. Jason rammed the baseball bat up the girls pussy, the thick end bursting into her with dramatic results…..the entrance to her vagina tore, and blood poured from her cunt.
Terry smashed the cosh into her face, breaking her nose, then smashed her jaw.
Jason picked up a thick board and began to hit the end of the buried bat, the result being that her womb tore open and the bat suddenly went into her all the way. Blood gushed from the ruptured pussy. He wrenched the bat out of her, and replaced it with his hand, forcing up well past his wrist in the hot wet scarlet hole, his fingers deliberately formed to a point to ram into the ripped womb, then opened and dragged out again, clawing the walls of her uterus, tearing out morsels of bloody tissue.
Terry picked up the baseball bat and hit Sandra’s face hard, hearing bones crack. He giggled. Her lower jaw had almost been severed, hanging down, some of the teeth smashed off.
He drove the end of the bat into her eyes, pulping the left eye, knocking the right one out of its socket, which looked really gruesome, the eye dangling from a strip of white and red tissue.
It was so deliciously brutal that both men had hard-ons.
Terry forced his cock into the eyeless socket to skull fuck the whimpering creature. Jason raped her virgin arcehole, thrusting into the tight anal ring while feeling below his cock to shove his hand up the ruined cunt. He could almost toss himself off inside her….
Both men were in a sort of raging bloodlust, fucking the dying girl with total cruelty, soiling her corpse with their come.
“Oh, Christ….that was fucking marvellous! We were going to stretch her and so on, but she’s dead already. That was a bit wasteful, Terry. We should have kept her alive a lot longer than that!”
Jason pulled his hand out of the shattered vagina. He had been in almost up to his elbow. “Who cares. We’ve got plenty of the cunts to kill, so why not be a bit wasteful! It was worth it. I’ve never actually ripped a girls’ womb open by hand before. That was something special.”
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Jackie Dawson and Tracy Dart were in a bedroom with Marion, Sally, and Bob. The sadists were fondling Tracy, examining her astonishing male appendage. It was a perfect cock, a bit small, and the scrotum was just a narrow sac at the root of the penis with two tiny bollocks just discernable in the smooth pouch.
Jackie was gagged, her arms tied to a hook in the ceiling. She was wearing frilly black nylon panties and a matching uplift bra that made her already full breasts look enormous.
Tracy was spread out on the bed, ankles and wrists loosely roped to the bedposts. She was stark naked, and it was her female manhood that was attracting all the attention. She was sobbing as the mother and daughter played with her little cock.
“Can you get a hard on, Tracy?” Sally asked, peeling the tight foreskin back from the pink dome of the knob.
Tracy did not answer, which was a mistake, because Sally grabbed the lady-boy cock and gave it a vicious jerk that made Tracy scream in pain.
“Don’t fuck with me, girl. If I ask a question, you answer or you feel pain. It doesn’t matter to me. I like hurting women, so I will be perfectly happy to screw this little fucker right off if you don’t behave. Now, can you get a hard on or not?”
The poor girl blushed. She nodded her head. “Sometimes….if….if there’s a girl I like!”
Sally was surprised. “You’re a dyke?”
The blush deepened. Even Tracy’s boobs seemed to become pink.
“I…..well….I can’t let a man see me there!”
“So can you fuck with it, get hard enough to shag another girl?” Sally asked, genuinely fascinated as she rolled the limp girly cock between her fingers.
“I might….I never have….it…well, I wouldn’t let anyone know!”
“You mean you’ve never let anyone see your cock, ever?”
Tears of embarrassment flowed down Tracy’s cheeks as she nodded.
“So, do you toss yourself off or what?”
Cheeks burning with shame, the tall beauty contestant nodded again. “Sometimes.”
Sally grinned. She ducked her head down over Tracy and closed her lips over the ladyboy penis. Her tongue rimmed the ridge of the glans, peeling back the foreskin. She brought one hand up to very gently stroke between Tracy’s legs, her forefinger lightly circling the puckered ring of the anus. She moved her head back and forth in a slow sexy rhythm. Her daughter got in on the act, bending down to start gently teasing Tracy’s nipples with her tongue, fondling the full breasts tenderly.
Seeing his wife and daughter making out with the cock girl had turned Bob on. He stood in front of Jackie and put one hand down the front of those sexy black panties, fingers curling to toy with the camels foot. She made quite a bit of noise despite the gag. Bob remembered she had a rather vulgar turn of phrase. No doubt she would be calling him some very crude names if she could articulate.
He eased the panties down and dropped to his knees so he could push his face into her groin and savour the aroma of fresh pussy. He began to lick her slot, and inserted a forefinger into her arsehole.
“Mmmmmfff” noises behind the gag.
He got his tongue between the labia, teasing into the eye of her vulva.
The aroma suddenly got stronger and slightly fishy. The bitch was getting turned on, he was sure of it. She was getting damp, the lips swelling and parting, inviting deeper exploration.
This was something new. Bob had never found a captured cunt that could actually react with desire to being ravished, despite all those porno stories where the raped woman suddenly starts shouting “Oh yes, fuck me deeper!” to the rapist.
He brought the other hand up, still keeping a finger in her anus, gently frotting the tight back passage, but now using his other hand on her pussy, squishing the lips sideways, spreading them and letting his tongue reach deeper into her pinkness.
“Oh….oh, please stop it!”
That was the other bitch on the bed. She didn’t scream or cry, just asked nicely in the sort of voice that meant ignore me and keep on sucking!
It was amazing. Two victims enjoying their initiation into perversion. Bob stood up, pressed the tip of his cock against Jackie’s pussy and rubbed it gently in the crack. The bitch pressed forward. She wanted him in her!
Not one to refuse hot cunt, Bob thrust his way up a very accommodating and well lubricated vagina.
He caressed her as he fucked her, and she squirmed in response, not fighting it but obviously betrayed by her body into wanting it. He kissed her gagged mouth, buried his face in her shoulder and kissed her neck. The noises behind the gag were more like encouragement, now. He was pulling her buttocks, forcing his member as deep as it would go, and she was arching forward to help him reach the depths of her vaginal cavity…..
Behind him, Tracy was arching, too. Her lady cock was engorged, and she had lost the battle to remain unmoved. Now she pushed her hips upwards into Sally’s face, moaning as feelings she had never known before turned that damned lump of unwanted flesh into a burning cauldron of fierce need and shooting pleasure.
Sally and Marion knew what was happening, of course. They had awakened the subjugated lust Tracy had fought to repress for years, and the girl’s nipples were hard and erect, her little cock pulsing, her scrotum suddenly tight and feeling full and in need of relief…..
The ejaculation was actually meagre, but the feelings that went with it were intense.
Tracy gave a loud cry of release, her whole body arching up from the bed and shuddering with absolute bliss as she ejected her morsel of come into Sally’s sucking mouth.
Against the wall, Bob could tell that Jackie was coming. She groaned and shook, her legs trembling as her orgasm shot those tremors of delight down every tissue. He speeded up, pumping into her to bring himself off while she was still in the throes of coming so she could feel his spunk flood her belly.
And then everyone slowly calmed down.
Bob took the gag from Jackie’s face. He kissed her on the lips and she did not try to turn away.
“You sexy little devil….you enjoyed that!” he growled in her ear.
She shook her head, stayed silent.
“You know we captured all you girls to do some pretty disgusting things to you, don’t you?” he whispered. “We’ve already killed two or three girls. How come you could get turned on?”
He stared into her eyes and saw guilt. She was ashamed of something.
“Come on, tell me. How come you let yourself want sex so easily?”
She blushed. “It was seeing her tied down!” she grunted. “I…..well, I’ve always had this secret thing about…..about force!”
“You mean the idea of rape turned you on?” Bob smiled.
“No…not exactly…it’s…..well, I …..oh, I read books….not very nice stuff. The Marquis de Sade, Justine and Juliette, that sort of thing….and it makes me randy!”
She might as well have slapped Bob across the face, the shock was so intense. He gazes at her, open mouthed.
On the bed, his wife and daughter were still toying with Tracy’s very exhausted body, licking and kissing her, stroking her body and taking turns to fondle and kiss her now limp girl-dick.
“So seeing her tied down you thought how she could be hurt and that got your juices flowing?” Bob murmured. He was cuddled in against her, like a lover, the two of them whispering to each other.
“Yes….she was so….helpless. And spread out. I ….I could think of lots of things to do to her…..”
“Like what, Jackie? Come on, don’t be shy for God’s sake. We’re more perverted than you could ever be. I don’t think you can shock me!”
“Well, whip her of course, then…..well, her breasts. Cut her nipples off and burn them.”
Bob kissed her. “Darling, you’ve just saved your life. Do you know what we were going to do to you? It wouldn’t be just your nipples cut off. We were going to cut you into little pieces and love every scream until you died!”
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An hour later, sipping freshly ground coffee in the comfort of the farmhouse lounge, Jackie was listening to the family story in a sort of excited but shocked state. Bert had been locked up. The information being released was not for him to hear.
They were not holding anything back, letting her know of the killings they had enjoyed and filling in some gruesome details about how they had tortured their victims. Either she was going to join them and make her own phantasies become a reality, or chicken out in which case they would kill her. There was no point in hiding the truth from her.
Jason was getting right up to date.
“I was fucking her up the arse and got my hand real deep in her cunt, ripping bits out of her while she died. Really satisfying to shove my arm all the way into her ruptured womb like that!”
“Your turn!” Terry said. He was sitting beside her. He had showered all the blood off, of course, and was wearing a short sleeved shirt and chinos. She had been given a short skirt and a thin white jumper that outlined her breasts so faithfully they could see her nipples were erect.
“Well, I was very young when I started to get these feelings. Sort of butterfly in the tummy when I saw or read about nasty things happening to girls.
I’d see a film where the baddies tied a woman up….nothing ever happened much on screen, of course, but I would lie in bed at night and think how she could have been tortured. They could have used lighted cigarettes on her breasts or forced something really big up inside her. And I would get all lovely and moist and play with myself until I had an orgasm.
That was when I started looking for books about that sort of thing. De Sade got me off so many times. Little bits in the stories. Three pregnant women all butchered. A father having to cut off his wife’s breasts to save his daughter, then watching them kill his daughter anyway….little girls raped again and again, then impaled on poles. Oh, all sorts of things, really.
And then I found stuff on the internet. Really detailed perverted stories about torture and rape. Oh, I could go to bed after an hour on the net charged up and ready to come the minute I touched my pussy!”
“And how about this beauty queen stuff, then? Is that part of your phantasy?”
“You know, it honestly isn’t. I’ve never really thought about those secret feelings and real people. I’ve never sort of looked at one of my competitors and thought of her being whipped or anything. It’s…..well, it just wasn’t part of the real world until I got here and saw a girl all tied down for real….well, a girl….a bloke with tits, or whatever.”
“So would you like to whip a girl, for real?” Terry smiled. Despite his recent session, there was a bulge in his chinos as he thought about Jackie wielding a whip.
She coloured up. “I…..I don’t know whether I could. I mean, all this was just in my head, you know. No one got hurt.”
“Darling, the rest of your friends we have caught are definitely going to get hurt. Whether you join in or not, they die. So you have a choice to make. You join the family as my wife, or you leave…..in bits!”
“Christ, that’s the weirdest proposal I’ve ever heard!” Marion giggled. “Would you really marry her, Terry?”
“A beauty queen who reads De Sade and gets turned on thinking about a girl having her tits cut off? Too bloody true I’ll marry her!….Jackie, I’m serious. I’m 28, well off, as perverted as a man can be, and I’ll look after you and give you children. I’ll share you with these other dirty sods, of course, but that means you will have two more cocks and a couple of hot pussies to make your sex life very exciting, not to mention being a practising sadist, too! There, I’m proposing marriage, the full works, together ever afterwards, all that stuff. Will you say yes even though you don’t know me from Adam?”
There was a long silence, everyone looking at Jackie with expectant expressions. She gave a nervous laugh, looked at the gathering of self confessed murderers, and felt a tingle down her spine that flowered into an absolute burn deep in her loins.
“Yes!” she said, and knew she was right when Terry kissed her and she could feel her toes curl with excitement.
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END OF PART TWO.
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The family will dispose of the rest of their stock in Part Three.
“Jackie Joins the Clan.”
Your comments and suggestions are always welcome.
Susan.
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