Chapter 4 - The Campfire Girl
A very pretty brunette dressed in a halter top and cutoff jeans was kneeling
alone by a campfire, toasting a marshmellow. The nearby tent and woods suggested
a campout. The brunette was barefoot and in a heavily over-endowed sort of way,
very obviously braless.
The evil-voiced bitch set it up with a throaty, smirking voiceover.
"This easy-going young lady is waiting for her friends to come back from a
beer run. She doesn't know that they have been held up trying to explain a
surprise stash of marijuana to Mr. Policeman. The stash in their knapsack was a
big surprise to the boys, but not to Mr. Policeman, who had been tipped off
about the 'young drug dealers' by persons unknown. This left the poor, yummy
brunette all alone, but not for long."
The brunette's pretty face was a study in astonishment as two pick-up trucks
roared up. Astonishment turned to dismay as one of them ran over the tent,
flattening it. The other drove up beside her. A hooded man leaned out the
passenger side, clutching a can of mace. He sprayed it long and hard right in
her lovely face.
The brunette screamed and fell to the ground, rolling and writhing, both
hands frantically scrubbing her burning face and eyes.
The two pick-up trucks backed towards her from either side. A row of lights
across the roof of each truck lit everything up in their harsh glare.
Four hooded figures surrounded the sobbing, huddled brunette.
She resisted not at all, still in uncomprehending shock, as her wrists and
ankles were shackled to chains attached to the back bumpers of the trucks - one
wrist and one ankle to each. The powerful trucks were put into four wheel drive
and slowly pulled in opposite directions.
The brunette's hands were jerked from her red, swollen face and she was
slowly pulled up into the air, spread-eagled between the two trucks.
She squinted out of bloodshot eyes that were nearly swollen shut. She
shreiked hoarsely at her attackers.
"WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING????"
The clothes were sliced from her taut suspended body. Her halter top, cutoff
jeans and panties all fluttered gently to the ground while she bucked and
heaved, cursed and swore.
The hooded man with the mace sprayed her bare skin starting with the soles
of her feet. He sprayed with long leisurely strokes up and down her widespread,
shapely legs. He emptied the can after thoroughly spraying her fully exposed
crotch, bucking bare bum and into her slit and the crack of her ass. She
screamed as her skin from the waist down burned a deep, deep red.
He pulled out a new can of mace and continued where he left off, spraying
her flat stomach and big boobs. Her shoulders and arms were covered with the
burning spray. Each of her armpits received a long, lingering blast.
He sprayed her shreiking face once more. Since she couldn't cover her face
this time, it received a much more carefully applied amount of the caustic
liquid. She whimpered as he sprayed her throat. She squealed as he squirted it
straight into her tightly shut eyes and into her earholes. She chocked in
mid-scream as he shot it into her gaping mouth and right down her throat. He
ended with a blast sent straight up her nose, searing her sinuses, causing her
head to explode in unbelievable agony.
The camera panned slowly up the sobbing brunette's incandescant body,
pausing at her severely swollen udders and zooming in on her inflamed,
grotesquely distended cuntlips.
Her wrists were unshackled as the trucks were once more thrown into gear.
The shreiking brunette tried vainly to cover herself with her hands as her
shrilly screaming bare body did the splits and was slowly ripped open. Her skin
tore open at the crotch as her thigh bones were pulled out of their sockets.
Her naked body hung upside down, obscenely exposed, vibrating tautly between
the two trucks while the engines roared. She was being held together only by her
extremely tough tendons. Suddenly, one of her widepread legs ripped off and the
trucks catapulted forward. She bounced shreiking behind until her skull
shattered against a rock. The camera replayed it in slow motion - first the leg
ripping off and then her brains splattering as her head whammed into the sharp
rock.
The screen went blank.
There was wild applause and the audience scrambled enthusiastically for the
hard-working suck sluts, flatbackers and anal Annies. Stiff dicks plunged into
hot cunts. Stiff clits pushed hard against strong, knowing tongues.
Sex and violence are, after all, one hot, hot, hot combination.
