Cruel Couple – Deadly Revenge

A woman mocks the female half of a very sadistic pair and falls prey to their cruel, and

ultimately deadly, revenge.

A sadistic love story for adults who can tell the difference between fact and fiction.

Introduction

I never thought that there was a woman so sadistic as Alex. Although I have often heard of

the cruelty of women, I accepted that I will never find a “badder half” and had to life out my

fantasies alone. But someday we met by chance at a dungeon party, where we both were

thrown out because some so-called masochists started to cry about the pain we inflicted.

She was of moderate hight and slim without looking skinny. Her blonde hair fell a little over

her shoulders, her breasts were of moderate size, as I love them, her ass nicely rounded

and she had the perfect legs and feet of a goddess. We both liked the others style, it was

love at first blow, so to speak. Alex was bisexual and loved, like me, to hurt women. We

shared our fantasies of torturing and using them, turning each other on with more and

more extreme methods to make them beg for the merciful release of death, until we

violently fucked to total exhaustion. We were a match made in hell, and so we married. But

we had a problem. Our extreme fantasies turned us on so much that our sex got more and

more violent and it was just a matter of time until we killed each other. Therefore we got

the idea to act them out, but we soon realised that it was not possible to find a consenting

victim, because all those who advertised themselves as “no limit slaves” got squeamish

rather sooner than later. So we had to think of an alternative, one outside the boundaries

of prude law. At first we waited for opportunities to rape and hurt women, but this wasn't

what we sought, as the need to conceal our identities and to hurry were too limiting. We

decided to take our fantasies to the logical conclusion, the death of the victim, so once it

was in our power there was no need for secrecy. Our first prey was a lone jogger, which is

another story that concluded in the best sex we ever had, but also showed us the risks of

playing in public. What we needed was privacy, so we could take all the time we wanted.

For this reason we bought a big house that was really secluded and had no neighbour for

miles. We upgraded the cellar into a soundproof, full-fledged dungeon that could only be

entered through secret passageways and included a big furnace to get rid of incriminating

evidence. Now we were prepared to go hunting in earnest, and what can I say, we did.

Over time, we got better and better and the cold case files of the police more and more.

We even started to document our exploits, and the following story is one of them.

The insult

This story began as one day a new employee started at the law firm Alex was working for.

Her name was Carmen and to be fair, she was a looker, about 5.10, had a nice slim figure

with curves, had rather large breasts, long dark hair and even longer legs with small feet. It

seems that in her eyes this made her the earthly incarnation of Aphrodite, to be

worshipped by men and envied by women who could only fall short in comparison to her.

And she acted like it all the time, flirting with the men and looking down on the women in

the room. Naturally, that made a woman as hot as Alex a threat, and so they immediately

disliked each other, which led to a lot of bitchiness, mostly from Carmens side. She

especially liked to mock, of course only behind her back, Alex' breasts, which were,

compared to the huge tits that Carmen paraded around, small. Like those things tend to

go, Alex one day overheard her usual derisive comments about her at the water-cooler

and was deeply hurt. I never knew until then how self-conscious my usually so hard, self-

assured wife was about her bust, but it seems we all have a soft spot. She boiled with

rage, but didn't act on it right there. Even as she told me, and I wanted to punish that bitch

then and there, she refused, as it would be too obvious that it was her who was involved.

No, she wanted to take her time and do it right. It is true that revenge is a dish best served

cold, something I sometimes forget in the heat of the moment. For Carmen this was very

unfortunate of course, as she would have gotten away with getting raped and hurt

thoroughly. But now, as the rage in Alex got a chance to simmer and we had enough time

to work out the details of her punishment, the more of this time passed, the more extreme

it got, so it was soon clear that the stuck-up slut wouldn't walk away from this mistake. And

so, as six months later Carmen quit the job at the law firm and moved on, we gave her

some time to make some enemies at her new job, and were then more than ready to set

our plan in motion.

The taking

A successful kidnapping involves a lot of preparation and planning. You have to study the

routines of your victim, assess the time and place when she is most exposed and the

chance of a witness is as low as possible. Then you have to find a way to subdue it

effectively and, most important, quickly. The getaway has to be fast and at the same time

inconspicuous, and the place where you take it has to be prepared. But as we had enough

time to think it through thoroughly, and prepare everything accordingly, poor Carmen never

had a chance.

On Fridays she used to stay late in the office, most likely to advance her career by banging

her boss. So when she left the parking deck was already empty and she was all alone.

The camera surveillance was a joke, so there was also no problem in this area, and since

it was Friday evening no one would notice her car parking there for at least two days. We

parked our own car, a SUV with tinted windows, and waited. As everyone else was gone I

hid in a dark spot she had to pass while Alex was at the wheel. Like clockwork Carmen

scurried on her high heels to the car. As she walked past my little ambush I jumped her

and put a transparent plastic bag over her head. With one arm I grasped around her body,

holding her arms, with the other I twisted the edge of the bag to cut of her air supply.

Within a few moments she started to pant. In the meantime Alex brought the car, and when

she had jumped out and opened the side door, Carmens lips started to get blue. Her

defence was already not worth mentioning anymore and when I pushed her in she had lost

her consciousness as she hit the floor. I closed the door and, while Alex drove us away, I

pulled the bag from her head, since she shouldn't pass away this easily, bound her hands

and legs with cable straps and shut her mouth with an inflatable gag. When she was

secured I climbed in the front seat. We drove nearly an hour to our house, which was, as

already mentioned, quite secluded to give us the necessary privacy for our passions. With

no neighbour for miles and a deep cellar, our toys could scream as loud as they and we

want. We dragged Carmens still unconscious body from the garage through a hidden door

directly in the playroom. Part one of the plan was completed, now the fun could begin.

Punishment: Friday Night

Carmen woke slowly and from the look on her face it was obvious she had no idea what

had happened. As she realised that she couldn't move, her head frantically darted around.

Looking down she saw that she was naked except for her white gartherless stockings. The

rest of her clothes and her shoes were gone. (She didn't knew it, but we already burned

them.) The reason for her immobility was that her arms and legs were fixated at the table

she lay on.

(That table actually was rather handy for our games. It was wide enough that you could

comfortably stand on it over the fixed toy. The subframe was like that of a hospital bed,

therefore you were able to raise and lower it, incline it until the toy nearly was upright,

move it around on lockable wheels. It even had a fold-out tray big enough for all kinds of

instruments.)

Looking around she saw the stone walls of the playroom, some of our playthings, like a

Saint Andrew's Cross, a cabinet with whips of all kinds, dildos of all sizes and other rather

plain implements. More special equipment was stored out of sight, since we like to surprise

our toys. Also out of sight were the both of us, because we were standing right behind her

head to watch her reaction. She started to scream against the inflatable gag that was still

in her mouth, and as her head was becoming really red we decided to end her confusion

and stepped in her view with a big smile on our faces.

Alex was dressed in a black corset which left her breasts and vulva exposed, her pubic

hair as always neatly shaven, black gartherless stockings and high heeled, knee-high

strappy sandals. Her hair was tied back in a ponytail to give her a sterner look. I wore a

black leather bondage harness, shorts from the same material and knee-high boots.

Carmen gave us a bewildered look, but as she recognised Alex her face became angry

and she started to shout, most likely obscenities, but because of the gag

incomprehensible. We gave her a minute, as it was fun actually to watch her try so hard to

insult us in a way we could understand. After a while it became boring and Alex took a

riding crop from the wall and flogged her on her tits. The sudden pain surprised her so

much that she shut up. As Alex was the aggrieved party I naturally let take her the lead.

“Now shut up, you stupid bitch”, she told her in a low, hard voice, “safe your voice because

we will give you enough to scream very soon. I will take out the gag from your yap now,

but there will be no shouting and no insults. Do you understand?”

She nodded silently, and Alex roughly took the gag out, but as soon as she was

understandable, she started to scream again. “You insane slut, let me go right now! Are

you mad or something? They will send you to jail and you will lick pussies and asses of

convicts for the rest of your life, you miserable cunt!”

Alex said nothing, just hit her again with the crop, this time right in the crotch. Her high-

pitched scream echoed from the walls.

“You really are too dumb to understand a simple instruction. Now, let's see if you

understand this: you publicly insulted and humiliated me. This is an offence punishable by

death. The next two days will be the longest in your life. You will scream until your vocal

cords are sore. You will suffer as you never thought possible. You will beg us to kill you

long before, but you will not get out so easy. You will only die when we allow it and in the

most painful way possible. Do you get it?”

Her reaction was the same we saw every time when we disclosed a toy's fate: first

unbelief, then pleading, finally bargaining and promising to do anything to please us, with

the suggestions differing according to the sexual horizon. We usually say nothing to this,

but just start to use her every way we like, so she thinks that there really is a way out.

Then, when the torture and the pain gets more and more severe and more and more parts

of her body are destroyed, when she finally realises that she really will die in this cellar by

our able hands, the look of giving up, of surrender is most exquisite.

Since there was so much to do to her we started right away. As expected Alex started to

work on her tits. Before she applied the first binder clip (we like to use them instead of the

usual clamps, as their grip is stronger and therefore they pinch the flesh harder), she said:

“You are so proud of your big udders. But believe me, you will curse them soon, as they

provide us with so much space to hurt you.” When it pinched skin and meat of the side of

her left tit Alex scored a beautiful scream, followed by further yelling as she put seven

more on both of them, four each, neatly framing Carmens areolas.

In the meantime I started to work a little bit lower. Her pubes were trimmed, but not

shaved, which gave me the first opportunity to hurt her. I took some pliers and started to

pull them out clamp by clamp, so she didn't knew because of which pain she should

scream first, the one at her tits or the one at her crotch. Her whole body started to shook

as she tried to rear up against her restraints, but they held her securely. When I was

finished I “anointed” the area with hot sauce to help her remember this experience, and as

an afterthought put two of my fingers in her cunt in order to also give her some feelings in

this region. Her reaction to this was fabulous, so I rubbed more of the sauce on my hand

and started to fist her.

Alex continued her work on the tits by placing a tweezer clamp on the nipples, of course

without the rubber sheath. The screaming by now was continuously. To stop Carmen from

starting to annoy us again with protests she got the pin cushion, with rather small needles

only for starters, and decorated her knockers with twenty on each. Satisfied with her work

she watched me explore the interior of the bitches' cunt for some time, then, as we both

were already turned on, we just were all over each other and fucked like horny rabbits to

the soundtrack of Carmens pain.

Satisfied for the moment we turned our attention to our toy again, alarmed by the fact that

the screaming subsided to whining. Afraid that our guest was getting bored, we both

grabbed a cane and, well, gave her a good caning, starting with her thighs, going up to her

lower body, the sides of her upper body and her arms, until she was red all over with welts

and bruises. As finale of this part of the entertainment we used the canes to smack the

clamps, binders and needles from her tits, resulting in very rewarding screaming as parts

of them were circulated again without the pinching and other parts started bleeding as the

needles were ripped out. This treatment got us finally tired and we decided to retire to get

a few hours of sleep. Carmen was left on the table as she lay, but to prevent that she felt

alone we inserted a thick metal vibrator with studs and a slightly abrasive surface in both

her cunt and her asshole to keep her company.

The Punishment: Saturday

After a short, but refreshing sleep we went to the cellar again first thing in the morning. As

responsible hosts we remembered that we left our guest with nothing to drink and since we

had an abundance of liquid to share we decided to use it to quench her thirst. We found

our toy the way we left her, her eyes half open, half closed, dozing off. It seemed that she

hadn't got much sleep. To wake her up we roughly pulled out the two vibrators, a scream

confirming that we got her full attention. As yesterday I let Alex take the lead.

“Good morning, bitch”, she said, “I bet you had a nice night, stuffed as your holes were,

cumming every few minutes. This had to get you mighty thirsty, I bet, and nice as we are

we're going to help you with that. Now be a good girl and open your mouth.” With this

words she got on the table and squatted over Carmens face. With a sound of disgust she

clenched her teeth and turned her head to the side. As goodwill didn't get us anywhere it

seemed that we had to use a different strategy. Alex jumped annoyed from the table and

got a speculum. Carmen still stubbornly refused to open her mouth, so in order to get it

open, I punched her in the stomach. The shock and the pain let her cry out, and Alex used

this opportunity to ram the speculum in place to force her mouth to stay open. As

punishment for her refusal she fixed it in a position where the corners of her mouth ripped

in a little. I held her head so she couldn't turn it away again and Alex climbed back on the

table, squatting again over her face and started to pee in her mouth. Carmen tried to fight

my grip, but I held her secure, even as I used one hand to hold her nose. If she wanted to

breath now she had to swallow the golden nectar. When Alex was finished she wiped her

pussy clean with her hair and we reversed positions, Alex holding her head while I was

standing on the table, emptying my bladder in her open mouth. Then we went back up in

the kitchen to get our own breakfast, letting Carmen savour the taste.

Invigorated and back in our “work clothes” we took the speculum out and gave Carmen as

a warm-up a quick canning like last night, painting her red like with a brush. Since she had

all the fun until now we decided that it was time to make her pleasure us for a change. I

loosened the bounds on her legs a little bit to be able to get nice access to her cunt and

put a condom on, because first of all I had no idea what diseases a slut like this carried

around, and second if any of the hot sauce I marinated her cunt with yesterday was still

there, I didn't want to get anything of it on my dick. Alex squatted over her face again and

ordered Carmen to lick her good and I was kneeling between her legs, lifted her hips a

little and started to fuck her. After a few, a little bit boring minutes I said to Alex: “You are

lucky, such a lousy fuck as her has to be a lesbian. I bet her tongue knows much better

what to do!” She answered: “No, not really. She is also rather lame with her mouth. I think

she needs a little motivation.” She jumped from the table, which gave me a look on

Carmens face. I wasn't able to tell where the tears ended and the pussy juice started. Alex

came back, sat on her face again and started to use rather rough sandpaper on her tits.

This abrasive treatment opened old wounds again and created new ones, and soon both

her tits were blazing red. The pain made her body twitch and clench, which really improved

things, but it still wasn't enough for Alex. Therefore she took a cup that was standing

nearby and emptied it's content over Carmens raw tits. It was, again, the concentrated hot

sauce, and as soon it touched her udders the pain made her buck like a wild horse and

Alex rode her face like a cowgirl. Her uncontrolled spasms really clenched her fuckhole

that gripped my dick like a strong hand. So in a matter of minutes both of us were

cumming wildly and I don't know who screamed more, Carmen or Alex, although both did it

for very different reasons. Pleased and satisfied, we dismounted our filly and took a short

break, letting her relish the pain on her big, burning tits.

“That was hot”, Alex said, “but I don't think she is in enough pain. What can we do to her to

pass the time until lunch?”

“How about a little game? We both take a hand of her and the one who rips out all five

fingernails with pliers first wins. The winner gets to use Carmen next, while the looser isn't

allowed to touch his or her privates with any part of her body.” Alex thought a little

competition would be fun, and so she took her right hand and I took her left, and we

started removing Carmens nails from her fingers. This wasn't as easy as it sounds, but

rather hard work. We had to pull and twist until they came off completely, without breaking

in the process, as this required to start again on the remaining, smaller piece. We both

hate to loose, so in combination with Carmens exciting screams and the blood that soon

appeared on her fingertips we were highly motivated. But, as in every game, one has to

win, the other has to loose, and with a triumphant yell I ripped the last remaining nail, the

one from her thumb, free. Alex cursed, as she also was nearly finished, and in her anger

she took Carmens little finger and bent it back until it broke. A last scream from the tortured

woman signalled the end of our game, and we decided to get something to eat. But before

we left the cellar, Alex, as the fine hostess she was, wouldn't left our guest starving, so she

jumped on the table again and squatted once more over Carmens mouth, this time

presenting her anus. “How about a little snack, bitch”, she said, and started to defecate. As

Carmen started to scream in disgust, and since it was to late to get the speculum in place,

I forced her mouth open, with one hand pushing her chin down, with the other holding her

nose again so she depended on her mouth to breath. She fought even harder to evade

what was coming as before, but to no avail. When the first piece of shit filled her mouth I

forcefully shut it again, giving her the choice to swallow or to suffocate. She chose the first

and we repeated the cycle until Alex' intestines were empty. Carmen gagged heavily, but

Alex wasn't finished with her. “What are you waiting for, toilet girl? Toilet paper? Out with

your tongue and clean me!” After a few minutes of ass-licking she checked with a toilet

paper if she was clean, and said, pleased with the result: “I could get used to have a

human toilet like her, too bad she has to die.” Laughing at the gagging noises Carmen

made I replied: “There are enough bitches like her in the world. When we have finished her

we could make this our next project, looking for an adequate toilet for us. It would certainly

be much fun.” Jumping from the table in my arms we kissed deeply and, after forcing

Carmen to eat the paper as well, went back upstairs.

When we returned we saw Carmen lie in a puddle of vomit and shit. We checked her vitals

immediately, because she shouldn't get out of this that easy, like a rock star chocking on

her own vomit. But fortunately, or maybe unfortunately for her, she was still alive. As I was

getting the hose, which we installed in the cellar to clean up after our games, Alex injected

her, since she was barely conscious and we wanted her to get the most out of our

attention, with a strong stimulant. This wasn't healthy, of course, but the last thing Carmen

had to worry about were long-time side-effects. I hosed her and the table down, washing

the mess she made down the drain, which we also installed for the very same reason we

needed the hose. I thoroughly cleaned her face with the nice side-effect that the high

pressured jet of water made her think she was drowning. When everything was neat again,

and after applying room spray to eliminate the stench, the games could continue.

Alex was curious what I had in mind for her to celebrate my victory. As I am somewhat of a

foot fetishist, I wanted a foot job from Carmen's nice nyloned feet. Of course I had to free

her legs for this, thinking she was already broken. But it seemed that the cold water and

the stimulant gave her enough strength to fight again and as soon as her legs were free

she started to kick wildly at me. A lucky strike even let her hit my balls, not really hard, but

enough to hurt and, above all, to really piss me of. So I walked to the toolbox and got a

ball-peen hammer. With some effort I caught her right leg first, held it down on the table

with one hand and hit her kneecap with the hammer. It shattered with the first blow, but I

hit her another three times for good measure. Her screaming was deafening. Catching her

other leg was no problem now, and I gave her left knee the same treatment, making sure

that she couldn't kick anyone anymore the rest of her, admittedly short, life. The downside

was that I had to do all the work now, so I grabbed one of her feet in each hand and

started to massage my dick with them. Alex climbed the table ones more and tried to make

Carmen lick her feet, but the pain in her legs seemed to make her uncooperative. So she

placed her heel on her already broken finger and stepped on it. Carmens reaction seemed

to have satisfied her as she started to grind all her fingers, one at a time, like cigarettes. It

looked so hot, and Carmens feet were so soft and sweet, that I quickly came, squirting my

seed all over those nice little toes. Alex' had broken some of her fingers and seriously hurt

the rest, so she got bored and jumped from the table. I bent Carmens legs back, getting

out some really nice screams as the broken bones ground together, and wiped the sperm

on her feet with her face. Then I brought them back in their usual position, hard I have to

add, further damaging them as they smashed on the table. The stimulant did a great job,

because without it she would have passed out from the pain long ago.

However, fun and games were over and Carmen had to be punished for the mess she

made during lunch. I freed her arms now too and pushed her from the table. She hit the

floor hard and we dragged her to the wall with the steel manacles, lifted her up and put her

hands in them, fixing her so that she faced the wall. She immediately collapsed as we let

go of her body, her legs in no shape to carry her. Up to now only the front of her body got

all our attention, while her backside was completely left out, a situation we had to rectify.

So both of us got a bullwhip and we started to flog her, concentrating mainly on her back

and ass, but we didn't forget the back of her legs. When we were finished our arms were

tired and her back was a bloody mess. She couldn't scream anymore and just whimpered,

barely conscious.

Alex was all over me and shouted “Fuck me! Fuck me now!”. But I wanted to let her wait a

little more – after all, I am a sadist – so I said: “We could have it much more comfortable

then here on the floor. Why not get a mattress?” She looked at me, slightly confused, but

when I pointed at Carmen she understood. So I freed our toy from the manacles and let

her collapse in a heap of pain. While I gave her another shot of the stimulant, Alex covered

a portion of the table with tacks, small shards of broken glass and the content of a large

packet of salt. I dragged Carmen back and heaved her on her “bed”, making sure that her

raw back was placed on the special cover Alex had prepared. We quickly cuffed her arms

and, mostly to increase her discomfort, her legs again. Not a second too soon, because a

few moments later she was wide awake again, screaming her head off, and tried with all

her strength to get away from that painful blanket, without a chance of course. I tightened

her bonds a little more, forcing her body back on the table and giving her even less

latitude, mainly to minimise the commotion of our “love nest” – that it also increased her

pain was a nice bonus. Now the bed was made and Alex laid herself on the squirming

Carmen and we started to fuck like rabbits. As we felt that our wild movements started to

fracture one of her rips we even got hornier, and as the second rip broke and she lost

consciousness even with the stimulant, we both came violently, and this time screams of

lust echoed from the walls of the cellar. We weren't able to wake her up again, so, since

she was no use to us when she can't feel the pain, we let her rest until the morning.

The Punishment: Sunday

Sunday morning we got up early, since today we were going to finally destroy Carmen,

and this involved much work. We woke her from an uneasy sleep and gave her her liquid

breakfast like yesterday, but without the trouble. After we had eaten she got another shot

of the stimulant, but it was clearly visible that she already was in a bad shape. We decided

that a little fucking should wake her up. I freed her legs again, lifted her pelvis and started

to fuck her in the ass, pressing her body even harder on the rough cover she laid on since

yesterday evening, and carefully avoiding to hurt myself with it. She still had the strength to

scream, and to scream even louder when Alex freed her left arm, pressed the broken

finger together and started to fist-fuck herself with Carmens mangled hand. Her futile

attempts to resist just made her hornier and she came soon. I couldn't last long in her tight

orifice either and filled her bowels with my cum.

Now Alex proposed a bet: she thought that Carmen was such a slut that although she had

hurt her so badly and will finally kill her, she can bring her to an orgasm nonetheless. If she

was wrong I would fuck Carmen for the last time, but if she was right that privilege would

be hers. I agreed, thinking that it was impossible for Carmen to still experience pleasure.

But to be sure, I had a fiendish idea. Telling Alex that I will even give her a tool to

accomplish her task, I went to the toolbox, got a pair of sharp scissors, forced Carmens

mouth open and cut her tongue out. I threw it to Alex, saying “Now you have two tongues

to please her”, and cauterised the wound in her mouth so she wouldn't bleed out. She

called me a bastard but started nonetheless, assured of her cunt-licking abilities. I watched

her working and it was amazing. Using her fingers, tongue and also the piece of Carmens

tongue, she really started to arouse the badly wounded bitch. With astonishment I saw

that, although the last thing on Carmens mind was to feel pleasure, her body started to

betray her, and her moans of pain mixed with moans of lust. And finally, after some time of

hard work on Alex' part, despite all the pain she was in, a climax rolled over her. I

grudgingly had to acknowledge her victory, and with a broad grin Alex started to claim her

prize.

She started to stimulate Carmens cunt again, this time with a glass bottle. After some

playful fucking she pushed it in as far as possible. Leaving it there she got a gigantic strap-

on and started to fuck her in the ass, brutally ripping open her sphincter. Double-stuffed,

Carmen started to cry again, which only added to Alex' enthusiasm, as did my arousal,

since I was obliged to just watch. She had fun this way for quite some time, but finally she

pulled the bloody fake-phallus out and said: “For your foul-play with the tongue I also claim

her cunt for me to play with after lunch.” Without much choice, and curious what she had in

mind, I agreed. But first we had to prepare our meal.

For this we bound Carmens hands and legs tight again. Then we raised the elevation of

the table until it was in a vertical position. While I was going upstairs to get something, Alex

started to rub Carmens tits in with olive oil. The bitch was rather confused, but as she saw

me coming back again with a plate barbecue in my hands she started to understand. She

tried to plead with us, but without a tongue the garbled sounds that came out her mouth

were just amusing. When Alex folded out the tray and fixed it at the height of her tits she

started to fight her binds again, but they were as tight as ever. I placed the barbecue on

the tray, opened it, laid Carmens big udders on it, closed it again, and plugged it in. She

frantically pulled on her bonds and tried to get her tits out of the slowly warming barbecue,

but to no avail. As it got hotter and hotter her screams got louder and louder, and as her

meat started to sizzle on the hot plates she finally lost consciousness. We let them fry until

they were medium rare, took them out of the barbecue and placed each one on a dish.

As Carmen slowly awoke, again with a little help by a stimulant, her eyes widened in terror

as she saw us eating her tits as if they were steaks! Her screams of pain and horror were

deafening. Since she hadn't eaten herself the whole day, as good hosts we shared our

meal with her, of course. I forced her mouth open and Alex stuffed her own titflesh in it. I

held her nose with one hand and with the other forced her with Alex' help to make chewing

motions until she had to swallow it or suffocate. We repeated this two or three times, ate

something ourselves, and finally force-fed her again with her own meat. I cauterised the

two wounds where her big tits had been that were now digested. In combination with the

sight, Alex held a mirror in front of Carmen so she could see her ruined body clearly, the

psychological effect of eating herself pushed her mind over the edge and, as the stimulant

didn't allow her body to shut down, she sunk in blissful insanity. Having seen this before, it

was clear to us that she wouldn't last much longer now, so we went to work to inflict as

much pain as possible in the few hours that were left.

While I was moving the table in a horizontal position again, Alex belted on her strap-on.

She said: “I promised you your last fuck, bitch”, and pushed the bottle that she left in her

cunt even more in. Satisfied with her work she took a hammer and shattered the glass with

one strike, breaking the bottle into a bunch of sharp shards. Then she started to fuck the

glass-filled cunt with her hard phallus, mercilessly shredding Carmens innermost parts.

Her screams became inhuman and only filled Alex with more energy to wreck her

womanhood for good. As it was just a ruin anymore she finally stopped and started to rub

her aroused pussy to a screaming orgasm.

Now we started to systematically destroy what was left of Carmens body. Alex took her

upper half, broke her elbows with the hammer and trampled on her arms with the heels of

her sandals. I started to break her little toes, one after the other, and finally put a hot iron to

her soles. As I masturbated my dick with her burned feet, Alex situated herself over

Carmens face, and when I came she brought down her stiletto heel on her eye and

popped first one eyeball, then the other! Carmens screams were that of an animal, not a

human being, as she suddenly couldn't see anymore. But it was not enough for Alex to

simply blind her, no, she now squatted over the ruins and peed in the empty sockets!

When we threw her to the floor, her broken limbs dangled in all directions like that of a rag

doll. We kicked her hard, trying to break every major bone in her body. As I did much more

damage with my steel toe cap boots than Alex with her sandals, she got angry and started

to kick Carmens face, breaking first her nose, then her teeth and her jaw, until it was just a

bloody pulp.

When there was no more damage to be done we dragged her hardly breathing remains

into the crematorium. Before we pushed her in the furnace she got a last dose of

stimulants, so that she could enjoy her end. As we closed the doors we saw her looking up

a last time, so we waved her good-bye and made sure to start the flames slowly, so that

she could “acclimatise”. We listened to her shrieks and fucked our brains out until we were

raw. Then we cleaned the playroom, turned the furnace to full power and retreated to our

bedroom to get some rest. After all, it has been a exhausting weekend for all of us.