Rape Toys

Chapter 12 – Banged Up Bitch

Normally a feeling of nobility and good will suffuses a person who has performed a charitable act. Then there was Yvonne; whose flaming cunt felt like it had been pounded to the consistency of raw hamburger after her thousand-man fuck-a-thon. The hospital was happy with its generous donation. The doctors were happy. The hospital's patients were happy. One look at his bitch's stressed-out, twitching face and Pablo was happy. As he eased his member into her asshole for a welcome home reaming, he instructed her briskly.

"You've had a nice little rest, fucking everyone while I was gone. Now it's time to get back to work. Put your tits on the butcher block, bitch."

Kneeling in high heels and stockings, with her hands bound behind her and her lips wrapped around a bright red ball gag, Jennifer watched wide-eyed. Pablo gave her chilling orders.

"Slut! You watch carefully so that you know what to do when it's your turn."

Jennifer gave him a quick, terrified nod.

Pablo forced a naked Yvonne to walk forward on her knees, impaled on his dick, and place her ripe melons on the three-foot thick cube of wood resting at the centre of a large outdoor pit. He explained the rules to his tongue clipped bitch, sticking a tongue in her ear to remind her that he had 'forgotten' to slice off her ears as promised. She did nothing to remind him, but he felt her rectum tighten around his dick as she tensed at the memory.

"Yvonne, you mouthy piece of garbage! You've always had trouble keeping your big fat mouth shut. I trimmed your tongue to limit the damage a bit, but you must learn complete self-discipline. If you make the smallest squeak, I'll slice off your tits."

He hissed into her sensitised, moistened ear hole.

"Understand, slime bag?"

Yvonne nodded silently, clamping her lips resolutely shut as he picked up the hammer and a long nail with a large head. She stood rock still as he positioned the point of the nail on her teat. She quivered, ashen faced, as he lightly tapped a few times to pierce the exquisitely tender nubbin of flesh and then pounded hard to hammer it home, nailing her nipple firmly to the block. Wrapped around his cock, her buttocks clenched hard with each mighty hammer blow.

He repeated the process with the other teat, her every quiver and jerk transmitted instantly via his hot hard penis to the pleasure centres of his brain. He pinched the skin at the side of her tit and stretched it out against the butcher block. He hammered that down as well. He worked carefully, pulling out large pinches of flesh along each side of her breasts and nailing the titmeat to the block. Sweat dripped from her pinched, twitching face as she worked hard to swallow the pain.

Jennifer, hear heart pounding in her chest, watched as he worked Yvonne over carefully. As he came inside her aching rectum, Yvonne's poor breasts were stretched out, pinned firmly to the butcher block by rows of nails along their sides. Her lovely legs were spread wide and her slender ankles tied to stakes driven into the ground.

Pablo pulled himself out and gave Jennifer's tits an intimate squeeze. She gasped as he groped between her legs and jammed a finger crudely into her fuckhole. His hands worked on Jennifer's naked body, pinching, kneading, squeezing hard, penetrating her with brisk unlubricated viciousness.

Grimacing servants brought several buckets of steaming, reeking offal into the pit. They set them down beside Yvonne, who stared at them numbly. Pig and cow guts crawling with maggots and flesh-eating insects filled the buckets while clouds of flies hovered over them.

Leaving Jennifer kneeling and panting at the edge of the pit, Pablo snapped on a pair of thick rubber gloves. Yvonne shrieked as he grabbed a fistful of reeking offal, alive with insects, and rammed it as deeply into her cunt as possible. She writhed as, with ever-rising hysteria, she felt the maggots and other insects squirming against her cervix.

Working intently, Pablo packed her passage like a cook stuffing a turkey. Taking a broomstick handle he began ramrodding it up her asshole, packing her bowels with rotting, insect laden guts. Yvonne squealed shrilly with each savagely invasive thrust.

When her viscera were packed solidly with wriggling, slithering bugs mixed with rotting, reeking animal guts, he stuffed a sponge between her screaming lips. The sponge was wrapped around the end of a thick tube, which fed urine, both human and animal, to the sponge. He taped the sponge in place and smeared her face with fecal matter, taking care to work it into her hair like a demented hairstylist administering a shit shampoo. He smeared it over her flinching face and stepped out of the pit.

He signalled to the dump truck driver.

The back of the dump truck lifted and Yvonne was buried to the neck in rotting waste from the slaughterhouse. It took no time at all for the flies to find the head of the shit-faced, piss sucking whore kneeling nude in the rotting guts. Pablo could see the surface of the guts ripple as Yvonne's naked body writhed continuously, feeling the biting squirming bugs crawl over every inch of her bare skin, over the soles of her bare feet, between her wiggling toes, over her exposed belly, her armpits, over her face and deep in her guts. Yvonne's stomach heaved as she breathed in the nauseating stench. Her puke was diverted through her sinuses by the mouth-filling gag, scalding them with stomach acid and coating them with urine. Yvonne, choking and gasping, sprayed a small stream of yellow vomit out her nostrils. It was a close thing and a hard struggle, but she didn't drown in her own vomit. Pablo could barely see the flushed, sickened expression on Yvonne's face as flies of all sizes crawled over it, biting and feasting.

Jennifer shuddered in disgust and utter revulsion as she heard the sobbing choking moans of sickened misery coming from the living female core of a writhing, reeking mass of insects and offal.

Pablo smirked in satisfaction.

"The bitch was always talking trash. Now she is trash."

He directed a thick stream of urine into the strong-smelling trough that drained down into the tube leading to the piss sponge that kept Yvonne's mouth brimming tastily with pee.

"As long as she's forced to suck down liquid regularly, that greenie weenie Yvonne should last a long, long time communing with and feeding her insect buddies until she's fully recycled."

Unwillingly, her eyes were drawn to the loathsome, stomach-churning spectacle. Jennifer stared in utter revulsion at the wriggling, crawling mass of maggots and disgusting ordure that completely covered Yvonne's sinuously undulating nude body.

A bad boy who had no need of Viagra as long as he had a steady supply of bare bummed bitches to beat, Pablo opened Jennifer's rectum with his rock-hard diamond cutter for a long, leisurely ass reaming. Totally freaked, her anus quivered delectably as her bare buns clamped tightly around his plunging penis.

Chapter 12b – Psycho

Inside her tight, white, hip hugging jeans, her buns wiggled saucily. Clarisse undulated with sexy, bad-girl indolence down the street. From the shadows, predator's eyes drank in her smooth bare belly, her long legs and bouncing boobs, nipples clearly visible through the taut straining fabric of her cut-off t-shirt.

Jack insisted on the importance of a pretty face in a slut. After all, it was what you were staring at when you fucked them. With prominent cheekbones, perfect teeth, haunting blue eyes and fine blond hair flowing in the breeze behind her, Clarisse was a walking wet dream.

The main thing about sociopaths is their complete lack of inhibitions coupled with a do-it-now attitude. Why wait? Why plan? Just do it. It was a bright sunny day, broad daylight, nobody in sight. Perfect. The fucking bitch would never know what hit her.

Glancing around, Jack quietly got up from the curbstone where he had sat quietly smoking a cigarette. Leaving his gym bag by the car, he weaved swiftly and silently between the parked cars.

Clarisse pressed the unlock button on her remote. The headlights of her expensive car popped up and flashed while the doors unlocked in a precision chorus of automated metallic thunks.

She bent to open the door. Jack ran on up tiptoe behind her. At the last minute, Clarisse became aware of a presence looming behind her. She started to raise her head, way too late.

Raising the short tire iron high, he clipped Clarisse hard across the back of the skull. Her long eyelashes fluttered briefly. Her beautiful blue eyes rolled up in their sockets. She sagged at the knees and crumpled, sliding on her tits down the side of her car. She flopped to the pavement, her body inert, lights out.

Jack grabbed her remote as it slipped from her slim fingers. He pressed the button and popped the trunk. He picked Clarisse up under the armpits and muscled her limp body into the trunk.

Leaving the trunk lid up, he glanced around. The parking lot was deserted with no overlooking windows, solid brick walls on three sides with the street on the fourth - perfect for his purposes.

He eyed the lovely babe lying before him, limp and helpless. Licking his lips, he leaned over and jerked up her t-shirt, baring her big breasts. They quivered liquidly on her torso. They were the real deal. No implants were necessary for this Sweet Suzy Creamcheese. He squeezed her tits, bent over and sucked the succulent pouty pink nipples. He undid her jeans and pulled them down. She wore no panties, a shameless slut who didn't believe in underwear. He ran a hand over her flat belly, delving downwards and rubbing it briskly over her smooth shaven crotch. His hands busied themselves between her parted thighs, pinching her cuntlips and spreading them wide. He jammed his fuck finger into her warm dry cunt, pumping it in and out with lewd vigor. Nice and tight. He rolled her onto her belly.

Grabbing her smoothly rounded buns with both hands, he massaged her naked buttocks, pinching and twisting the smooth, silken flesh. He parted her glorious ass globes and wormed a finger into her hot nasty shit hole. Pumping it coarsely in and out, he wasn't too surprised to find it even tighter than her fuck hole.

He glanced around. All was still serene. He thumbed up an eyelid. Clarisse's eyeball was rolled up high in its socket. Her circuits had been cut and would stay cut for a while. There was plenty of time to mess her up a bit.

He squeezed his hand into a fist and punched her hard in the small of the back, putting lots of knuckle into it. He enjoyed the way her body spasmed under each blow as he viciously hammered her kidneys, over and over. The hard smack of knuckles on unprotected flesh mixed with his soft grunts of exertion as he pistoned his fist like a jackhammer, pummeling her as hard and as fast as he could.

He rolled her over and used both fists on her unprotected belly. He really loved the way her tits jiggled and shuddered with each savage blow. Inspired, he worked each of her tits like a punching bag, trying to make her nipples slap her chin with a flurry of cruel, hard-knuckled uppercuts.

When her tits were black and blue and swelling nicely, he pulled her pants off all the way and spread her legs. He hopped in, standing in the trunk between her legs. He kicked her crotch over and over with his construction boots, the force of his kicks ramming her head against the side of the trunk. He kicked her cunt savagely, repeatedly, aiming for her slit. When he finished cunt kicking, he jumped down to the pavement. A small boy was staring at him from the distant sidewalk, doubtlessly wondering what he was kicking in the trunk. A stone psycho, Jack grinned and waved at him cheerfully. The boy hesitantly waved back.

He slammed the trunk shut. He walked over to the curb and picked up the gym bag containing his rape kit, hopped into the driver's seat and tossed her white jeans and his rape kit onto the passenger seat. He turned her key in the ignition. The powerful engine roared to life. Jack calmly exited the parking lot, savagely exhilarated, Mr. Happy throbbing excitedly between his legs.

The bitch would have a lot to think about when she woke up. After that, he and Mr. Happy would give her a whole lot more food for thought.

He drove for a few blocks and picked a secluded alley, backing her car up so that the trunk was facing a dumpster, to give him some privacy while he worked, prepping his prey for action.

He popped the trunk.

He lifted the trunk lid and dropped the gym bag containing his rape kit next to Charisse's head. Clarisse was lying on her back. Her eyelids were fluttering. Her bare buns were twitching. Her groin muscles quivered. The savage beating was working its magic.

Mr. Happy was pressing for action. He spread her legs and hopped into the trunk between them. He unzipped, freeing Mr. Happy, and forced him between her bruised and swollen cuntlips. Mr. Happy had a large milky dewdrop of pre-cum quivering on his nose, which provided a modicum of lubrication as he forced his way ecstatically into her toasty warm fuckhole. Jack dry fucked her hot and hard. Mr. Happy burned a bit with the friction but pleasure and pain merged in ecstatic copulation.

An easily excited party animal with a weak stomach, Mr. Happy vomited copiously inside Clarisse and was quickly withdrawn from service. A long bead of sticky white cum seeped the length of her slit.

Jack hopped out and pulled up his pants. He flipped Clarisse, moaning softly, onto her belly.

He opened the gym bag and picked a plastic tie from the selection that he had purchased in bulk at a hardware store. He held her wrists together behind her back with the palms of her finely manicured hands facing out, and pulled the tie tight around them.

He reached into his bag of tricks and pulled out the bit gag that he had fashioned from a thick wooden dowel. He put the dowel in her mouth sideways between her teeth. The dowel had a flat horseshoe-shaped biscuit screwed and glued to the bottom that fit into Clarisse's lower jaw, clamping her tongue down. A long length of chain was attached to a ringbolt set in one end of the dowel. A short length of chain was attached via another ringbolt to the other side of the dowel gag. He padlocked the short chain to the long chain behind her head so that the gag as held firmly in place.

He spread her legs and crossed her dainty ankles behind her. Her groin was bruising up from the beating. Her cuntlips were swollen and purple. Another plastic tie fastened her crossed ankles together. He took the long length of chain from her bit gag. He fed it between her tied ankles and pulled tight so that she was forced to arch up with her feet almost touching her head. He padlocked the chain to itself so that Clarisse's naked body was forced to maintain this painful back arch. She would awake with her spine muscles screaming in chorus with her battered stomach and groin muscles.

He hated messy bimbos, but it always came to a point where his hysterically squealing piggies lost bladder and bowel control. Not to be defeated, he had come up with a solution to this vexing problem.

He reached into his rape kit and pulled on the heavy rubber gloves. He opened the plastic bag filled with pink fiberglass insulation. He began jamming thick wads of it up her ass. He plunged his fuck finger into her rectum and ramrodded it in. With each hardy thrust, he wiggled and twisted his finger vigorously inside her, breaking and crushing the small slivers of fiberglass into her sensitive anal passage to make sure that lovely Clarisse would really feel the burn. A beaten beauty often went numb with shock. Being constipated, her blazing bowels packed almost to bursting with fiberglass, kept a fuckslut squirming frantically, providing lots of hard-humping action whether she wanted to or not. The more she struggled, the more she worked the fiberglass into her rectum and the hotter the scorching blowtorch that was her asshole burned.

When he had packed her bowels as tightly as possible with the itchy, prickly insulation, he withdrew a small plastic tube and a Q-tip from his rape kit. He forced a small tendril of fiberglass insulation into the tube. He spread her outer labia and forced the tube into her piss hole. When it was buried a few inches into her urethra, he rammed the Q-tip into the tube, extruding the fiberglass into her bladder and plugging her piss hole. He pulled the tube back an inch and repeated the operation over and over, using the Q-tip as a ramrod to pack her pisser with fiberglass, turning it into a congested, fiery hell hole. He pulled out the tube.

He removed the heavy rubber gloves. He forced two fingers into the warm silky moistness of her cunt. He carefully crushed the insulation in her bladder and urethra between his fingers on the inside and his thumb on the outside, kneading it into the exquisitely sensitive skin. He pressed his fingers hard against the opposite side of her prick pocket to knead the fiberglass into the skin of her anal passage, to inflame her very bowels to incandescent anguish.

Even unconscious, Clarisse was red-faced and pumping her hips in lewd discomfort, hot and bothered, moaning softly into her gag.

To give Clarisse something to work with when she awoke, he removed a sawed off shovel handle and a hammer from his rape kit. He carefully worked the shovel handle in between her swollen cuntlips and used the hammer to pound it in as far as it would go.

Jack grinned and slammed the trunk shut, confident that he would have a red-hot, squirming fuckmate when he next opened the trunk. He liked his bitches lively, their screaming minds entirely focused on what was burning fiercely between their legs, their glowing genitals heated blowtorch hot.

There would be no indifferent, zoned out zombie sluts servicing Jack.

As Jack drove up to his secluded trailer deep in the woods, he saw Kirstie stumbling along the path looking confused. She wore a sleeveless sweatshirt. Her white shorts were very tight. Jack could see the outline of her panties. Skimpy things.

The young researcher was relieved to see him. She looked in the open car window beseechingly.

"Can you help me? Arab terrorists kidnapped me and tortured me. Then some other people rescued me, but they left me here after fixing me up. I don't know who they were. I think they were spies or something. They said I just had to follow the road and I'd be taken care of. Nobody knows I'm here. I know it all sounds crazy, but I need to talk to the police and go home. Please help me."

Jack opened the door.

"Hop in."