Feeding the dogs

 

The man walked across the room to the kennel where Stacy was still bound.  Using a pair of pliers he began untwisting and removing the heavy wires holding her to the cage top.  Sobbing softly, still in extreme pain where her arms and breasts had been roughly cauterized over with a blow torch, she continued to lay still, paralyzed with terror and dread.  The man noticed her compliant immobility as he gently lifted her body from the cage and laid it on a metal frame in front of the cage doors.

 

Using two leather belts wrapped under the frame, he belted one tightly across her chest, and the other at her waist to hold her in place.  Her legs dangled beyond the end of the frame.  Sliding the frame towards the cage door, the bottoms of her feet hit the wire mesh.  Continuing to move her closer, her legs bent back until her knees were over her chest and her butt just touched the cage.

 

Before kneeling down next to the terrified girl's face, he opened one small door in the cage next to her left foot.  Leaning over her to stare into her wide, terrified eyes, he began speaking softly to her.

 

"Do you understand where this is going?" he asked.

 

Voice catching in her throat, she found herself unable to speak.  Nodding her head sharply, Stacy continued to stare back into the man's eyes.

 

"Would you like another choice?  Another chance to be a good girl?"

 

Breath racing in sudden hope, Stacy began nodding her head frantically, YES!  She could feel a wet nose poking and sniffing at her bare foot through the small, open cage door.  Watching the surge of fear in her face as the dog's tongue licked out to probe at her toes, the man smiled and began unfastening the two belts.  Climbing back to his feet, he ordered, "Stand up!"

 

Legs cramping from long hours of bondage, and with no arms to help her steady her balance, it took Stacy several desperate minutes of rolling and flopping around before she could comply.  The man waited patiently, watching her struggle until she succeeded, and then demanded, "Come with me." 

 

Leading her to the far end of the room, he picked up a 10 foot length of chain bolted to the wall between a closed door and an odd, short, box-like object on the floor.  Locking the chain to her neck collar he then directed her gaze at the box on the floor.  It looked like wood, was about three feet wide, two feet long and 18 inches tall, with a rectangular hollow area in the middle.  Looking inside she could see a round area in the center that was carved deeper than the rest.

 

"Listen closely.  I'm only going to give you one chance.  After that it's back to the dogs.  Do you understand me?"

 

"Yes" she managed to whisper.

 

"Lean forward and place your head and shoulders into the box, then lift your legs straight up and balance your body upright into a head stand."

 

Terrified, she leaned over and inserted her head into the hole, pressing forward to settle her shoulders.  Years of gymnastics and cheer leading practice helped her and she managed to lift her legs and balance her body on the narrow stand.  The center hole turned out to be longer than her head, so her entire body weight rested on her shoulders inside the short box. 

 

"Now spread your legs as wide as you can press them and hold perfectly still."

 

Sobbing softly in terror as she tried to imagine what he was going to do to her in this position, she slowly opened her slender legs apart, exposing a very nice, tight pussy that she waxed daily, keeping it smooth as a 10 year old.  She managed to spread her legs until they were parallel to the floor.  Pressing down on both ankles briefly, the man verified that they would not stretch any farther.

 

Unable to see anything with her head buried in the bottom of the box, she could still hear the man as he sharply commanded her to "Hold Still!"

 

Stacy pressed firmly outward on her legs to help stiffen her body against what she knew must surely be something very painful about to happen to her crotch.  Cringing and swaying wildly for a moment, she maintained both her balance and her stance when the man brought the whip down in an over-the-head swing onto her exposed vagina.

 

"AAAAA!" she cried, trying to choke it off quickly.

 

"OOOOOOO!!" she screamed at the second blow, but she managed to keep her instinctive flinch to barely a twitch.

 

"OOOO!  OWWWW!!  AAA!  OOOOWW!  Mmmmm!  MMM!!  OOOOOWWW! MMMMM!" she cried as the blows rained down, one after anther across her now bleeding pussy.  By the time the tenth terrible crack of agony lanced between her legs, she'd managed to achieve a rigid posture, not even flinching at the last several blows.

 

"OK," the man said at last, "you may be good for something after all."

 

Placing the whip back in its holder he ordered her to "Stand up."

 

Careful not to catch the chain fastened to her neck on anything, Stacy lowered her knees to the floor and leaned back to pull her head out of the stand.  Climbing to her feet, she tried to ignore the throbbing vagina between her closed thighs.  Staring at her feet, she could see the man open the door next to where her chain met the wall.  Snapping his fingers he waved her into the small room inside.

 

The room was about 3 foot square and seemed to be a shower stall.  In the center of the stall was an adjustable height pole.  Mounted atop the pole was a small electric motor holding a 12 inch long, 1 inch diameter, plastic bristle bottle brush.  The base of the pole sported two narrow ladder rungs on each side, spaced about 6 and 12 inches up from the floor. 

 

Pulling on the chain at her neck, the man dragged Stacy forward until the pole was pressed against her belly.  Adjusting the height of the pole, he lowered it into position, so that the base of the bristle brush was about an inch lower than her pussy while standing flat footed.  11 inches of prickly bristles rubbed Stacy's abdomen as he fiddled with the adjustments.

 

Stacy's eyes locked in horror onto the brush as she realized why the man was adjusting the height.  Her knees began to tremble and her whole body shuddered in dreadful anticipation.  Finished adjusting the height at last, Stacy waited in terror for him to give the order to climb up and fuck the upright brush.  She was surprised when he pushed her back out of the room instead.

 

The man turned slightly on the shower knob before he stepped out of the tub.  Water began flowing thickly from the end of the brush, spewing upward a couple inches past the tip.  Then the true horror of her situation hammered into Stacy as the man flipped on the switch and the motor began spinning the brush slowly.

 

"I can see by the look on your face that you get the idea.  Get up there, and be QUIET about it!  It's this or the dogs, what's it gonna be?" he asked.

 

The burning pain of her whipped pussy was a dull ache compared to the agony still erupting from the flesh where her missing arms and legs had been burned over.  The worst moments of the whipping was a fond memory compared to what she had felt while holding her arms still so that the two dogs could gnaw on her living flesh.  The pain of having the toes of her feet slowly burned away completely with the blow torch that the man had used to force her to submit to the dogs was beyond description.  Starring at the horrible device in front of her, she thought, "I can do this."  A quick glance over her shoulder at the look in the man's eyes convinced her.  "I MUST do this," she knew.

 

As she lifted one leg towards the pole, the man said, "Face the door."

 

Moving around behind the shaft, she gave the chain a pull with one toe to bring more slack into the room, and then turned around to face outward.  Taking a deep breath, Stacy lifted one leg and placed a foot on one of the lower metal rungs.  Balancing her weight carefully to compensate for her lack of arms, she lifted the other leg and quickly placed it on the top rung.

 

Climbing up the next step, Stacy made it to the top pair of rungs.  Leaning forward carefully, she felt the spinning brush scraping softly at the skin of her rigid inner thighs as she lined it up under her vagina. 

 

Anticipation glowed in the man's eyes as he watched his bitch climb into position and prepare to offer her body to his hellish device.  Fear racked Stacy's body with a fit of trembling as she stood there for a minute.  Finally, letting out a moan of anticipated pain, she very carefully began bending her knees to press the top of the spinning brush into her clenched vagina.

 

Incredibly painful sensation assaulted her at the first touch of the bristles digging at her sore crotch.  Ignoring the pain, she rocked and shifted her hips gently to get properly lined up, and then slowly sank her pussy down the length of the brush.  Water gushing off the brush helped lubricate and balloon open her insides before flowing down her legs to the shower drain.  Inch by inch she climbed down the rungs until she stood on the tips of her toes.  As she tried to settle her feet flat onto the floor, the brush bottomed out inside of her with her heels still an inch off the ground.

 

The sensation of the brush spinning inside her pussy was indescribably awful.  Stacy had her jaws and eyes clenched shut as she struggled to endure in silence. The thought of being forced to give her legs to the monstrous dogs was still far worse to her than this, awful as it was.  Her eyes flew open in alarm as the man's hand brushed her ankle, reaching for the vertical adjustment knob.

 

Expecting the man to lower the pole, so that she could at least stand flat-footed, she was surprised, and then alarmed to feel it begin creeping upward.  "Please no!" Stacy begged softly as she was inched upward onto the balls of her feet.  Standing once more, the man then increased the water flow until it gushed from her pussy.  One last adjustment increased the brush's spin rate to about 30 RPM's.

 

"Mmmm" Stacy stifled a scream at the increase.  Forcing her chin up with one hand, the man starred into her eyes and said, "You stand still now until I come back and get you."  Closing the door, he left her alone in the near darkness.  Her chain ran out under the door, and a faint amount of light managed to slip in under the crack.

 

Locked in the closet, Stacy struggled to retain her balance with the tips of her toes.  The brush, while extremely painful, was not doing any physical damage to her vagina.  Careful design and testing had been used when engineering the device, to give maximum stimulation with doing any permanent harm as it scoured her insides clean.  Continuing to suffer in silence, Stacy was acutely aware of the fact that nothing held her in place on the pole except her own fear of disobeying the man's order.  She could climb off and stop the agony any time she wanted.  "And go straight back to the dogs," she thought.

 

Leaving her for later, the man put Stacy out of his mind and went back to Ashley and Sara.  Placing leashes on both girls, he called Rex and Toby to heel and led all four pets out the door and across the hall into the main kennel.  The man directed the dogs into a large cage that contained more than twenty huge animals of different breeds. 

 

In the center of the cage was a small, flat platform about 18 inches wide, 18 inches tall and 30 inches long.  Unhooking the leashes, the man asked the two girls, "Which one of you girls wants to be the sex slave for my pack?"

 

Eyes closed, Ashley stepped forward.  Pushing from behind, the man moved her fully into the cage.  After locking her inside he instructed, "Spread your legs through those hoops on either side."  She looked at the two small metal rings mounted at one end of the platform.  Stretching wide apart to fit into them, she complied.

 

"Now lie back over the platform and open that lovely mouth.  The dogs will take care of the rest!" he ordered.

 

Several animals were already sniffing eagerly at her exposed vagina.  Almost as soon as she lay down one of the dogs hopped onto her chest and began driving his cock into her.  Another one lifted a leg and straddled her head, forcing his cock into her mouth.  Giving herself fully to her new role, she didn't realize what the man was doing to her hapless sister until later, when the screaming started.

 

Sara watched in revulsion as her older sister voluntarily entered the kennel and began having eager sex with the entire pack.  The animals jumped up and quickly released their pent up sexual tension into her willing orifices at a steady pace.  It appeared that most of the dogs where not overly particular at which hole they entered, and many managed to find Ashley's ass with their huge cock.  Occasional moans of pain, forced out past the current cock being rammed down her throat, were the only signs that Ashley wasn't completely happy with her situation.

 

After watching the show for a few minutes, the man grabbed Sara by the shoulders and marched her across the room.  Latching her leg restraints onto two metal rings in the floor about three feet apart, he then locked her neck collar to another ring in the wall behind her.  Grabbing one wrist in each hand, he then forced her arms behind her back and clipped the wrist cuffs together.

 

Next he pulled out a leather "Chastity" belt that had a HUGE dildo attached to the middle of the crotch strap.  10 inches long, it was over 2 inches in diameter.  Sara starred at the thing in fear, knowing that she'd never had anything nearly that big inside of her before.  Then the man demonstrated the EXTRA features of his little toy.

 

Picking up a small black box from the table, the man lifted the device up in front of Sara's face to give her a good view.  Turning a dial on the control pad back and forth several times, the man demonstrated extending and retracting hundreds of two inch long metal spikes covering the entire shaft.  Sara's eyes nearly popping out of her head at the sight, she gasped in shock as bright arcs of electrical discharge began dancing and sparking randomly between out thrust metal spikes.  Hot pee began spewing down her legs at the sight.

 

The man switched it off and retracted the spikes, then kneeled down on the floor.  "no... NO!  NOOO!!!" Sara screamed as the man forcibly inserted the shaft upward between her spread legs.  Wrapping the leather straps around her waist, he connected the locks and pulled the adjustment strings to tighten everything into place.  Placing his remote control in a pocket, the man freed Sara's arms, legs, and neck.

 

Free, she immediately attacked the belt and harness.  The man watched her struggle uselessly at the locked clasps for several minutes, then ended her frantic attempt at escape by sending a powerful electric jolt through the dildo.

 

"OO!" she barked at the pain, nearly collapsing to the floor.

 

"Now then," the man began, "Let's have a little fun.  I want you to go over there and stick your left arm into the last cage on the end."  He pointed across the room to the far end.  "Max hasn't had a live meal for a while, so you sit still while he has his fill.  Oh yes," he paused, “I almost forgot.”  Strapping a tourniquet onto her arm he pushed her toward the cage.

 

Feet dragging, the man gave her vagina another jolt to speed her along.  Starring into the cage, Sara looked into Max's eyes peering back at her.  He sat patiently waiting, and drool began to drip from his muzzle.  Crying out, Sara flung herself to the floor and huddled in a ball.

 

Suddenly pain bloomed inside her as hundreds of sharp spikes extended outward from the dildo a quarter inch or so, piercing flesh.

 

"OOOOOWWW"

 

"OO OW AA EE NO O-O-O-O-O-O" she began stuttering as sharp electric jolts began dancing around the rod inserted inside her.  Rolling over and over as if she was on fire, Sara's high pitched screams finally got Ashley's attention. 

 

Realizing that something terrible was happening to her sister, she felt a horrible wave of guilt flood through her body as she continued doing her best to please the dogs.  Fear and dread made her quietly continue, forcing her to ignore her sister's distress.  Tears began gushing down her face when she realized that by volunteering for this, she had also chosen Sara's fate as well.

 

“ALL RIGHT ALL RIGHT!” Sara screamed after a few minutes, and the man stopped the painful electrical surges.  Giving her a second to recover, he waited and watched as she climbed slowly to her feet and tentatively reached her hand towards the small cage door.  After her hand was completely inside the cage, Max reached down and locked his jaws lightly, almost tenderly, onto her fingers, then pulled gently backward until Sara’s entire arm was in the cage.  Sitting on his haunches, Max wrapped Sara’s outstretched arm with his paws, then delicately bit down on the tips of fingers.  Pain raced up her arm as the dog began slowly gnawing away at her delicate little bones.

 

Crunch “OOOOOWWWWW” crunch “OOO” CRUNCH “OOWWW AAA!!!” Max was in no hurry. 

 

Franticly, Sara tried to pull back her hand, but the dog was very experienced at this game and was able to maintain his grip with ease.  Seeing the girl trying to struggle, the man triggered an extreme punishment with the dildo, and the spikes began pressing in and out a full inch as sparks danced inside her vagina.

 

“OOooooOOOOoooOOOOoOooOOO” Sara’s cries modulated and pulsed randomly with the jabbing stabs of pain ripping her open from the inside out.  Realizing at last that she had no hope of saving her arms, she collapsed in despair and stopped struggling, hoping to at least have a chance to save her pussy.

 

Max was a neat, fastidious eater, and it took him about three hours to chew Sara’s arm off back to the shoulder.  Once more using the dreaded saw and torch, he sheared of the stump and cauterized it, throwing the stub to the dog.  Tying off the blood to her other arm, the man moved her over one stall and had her begin feeding the next dog up the chain.  Trevor was much less patient than Max, and began shredding and ripping chunks of meat and bone from her arm with a vengeance.  Mercifully shorter in duration, the agony of loosing her second arm was much higher in intensity and the dog ripped into much larger sections of flesh as a time.  An hour later, Sara was armless and sobbing uncontrollably.  The man chained the neck collar of the nearly unconscious form to a ring on the wall.  He had a special treat arranged for her tomorrow.

 

Famished and aroused by watching his animals devour the young girl, the man went back across the hall to the other room to prepare his dinner.  Tossing a bowl of the cheesy pasta dish he’d whipped up yesterday into the microwave, he set the timer for 5 minutes and went to fetch Stacy.  Opening the door, he saw her eyes track his instantly and then waved for her to remove herself from the brush.  Legs nearly paralyzed with fatigue and cramps, she managed to climb the steps and remove herself from the pole in short order.  Following the man out of the room, she obeyed as he silently directed her to resume her position in the head stand support.  As she got her legs spread widely apart once more, the microwave beeped.

 

Stacy felt the man ram some kind of large tube, maybe two inches wide, all the way down inside her pussy.  Grunting at the rude entry, she fought to retain her balance.  Unable to see a thing with her head down in the hole, she had no idea what was happening when she felt heat inside her pussy as the man funneled the hot pasta into the tube.  Suddenly, as the man removed the tube while ramming the pasta deep with a plunger, Stacy screamed in agony as boiling hot food was injected inside of her.

 

Using thumb and forefinger, the man pinched her lips closed to keep anything from oozing out, and then began plunging a table spoon into her to dig out a bit at a time.  The pain burning inside her was making it almost impossible to think, and the man was nearly done with his first pussy-ful of dinner before Stacy figured out that the plunging and scraping sensation assaulting her vagina was a spoon.  Horrified at the realization that she was going to be an every-ready eating utensil, kept scoured clean at all times to server her master at a moment’s notice, Stacy wailed softly into the box.  When her plunged a second bowl full of insanely hot substance into her abused vagina, she began wailing loudly, and her legs began to twitch in protest.  The man prodded her clit with the tip of a steak knife and threatened to stab through it until she quieted down and let him finish his meal in peace.  Once he finished with his meal, the man directed Stacy to get her battered, bruised, burned, cheese oozing pussy back onto the dish washer and wait for him to return for her.

 

Turning off the lights, the man went back upstairs for the night.  When he returned the next morning he had a nice breakfast of eggs and sausage, served from his twat-bowl.  He gave Stacy a relatively short 30 minutes cleaning cycle while he took his shower, then released her into a cage for the rest of the day, allowed to get some sleep as a reward for being very good all night long.  The man had checked the tapes and verified that the girl had dutifully stood straight and silent all night long and the brush had scoured her from the inside out for 11 hours.  Grabbing his car keys, he checked in briefly on Ashley and found her still hard at work.  A bitch’s job is never done, at least when there’s only one bitch and 24 sex starved dogs to satisfy that is!  Passing by her cage, he put her out of his mind on his way down the hall to his anticipated treat.

 

Sara sat on the floor, leaning back against the wall that her collar was chained to.  Despondent at the loss of her arms, she was still in shock from yesterday's torment, unable to believe her own memories.  She never would have imagined the possibility of willingly feeding parts of her own body to a pair of dogs to stop a mad man from inflicting even worse pain upon her.  Reliving the pain and despair over and over again as she huddled against the wall, sobbing, she hardly even reacted as the man sat down beside her and fastened a hooded blindfold over her head.

 

Lifting her to her feet, he pushed her blindly along in front of him as he led her away once more.  Uncaring and numb, she passively walked forward as he guided her along.  They passed through the door, up the stairs, and, she could tell from the cold air, outside into the garage.  Lifted and folded over, she was stuffed in the trunk of his car.  As the hatch thunked closed, Sara began to tremble all over:  she had a very bad feeling about this!

 

They drove for about half an hour before the car stopped once again.  Opening the hatch, the man lifted the now terrified and trembling young girl to her feet once more, and then began pushing her along.  Nervous and tense, she still offered no resistance at being guided forward.  Down stairs, around a corner, through a door, the room she entered sounded pretty big.  Voices from men talking all around her raised hackles on her naked skin in shame and embarrassment. 

 

The man marched her forward for 15 or so paces and then pulled her to a stop.  Without a word being said, he released her and she heard him walk away.  The rough hands of two men grabbed her suddenly at knee and thigh, bringing a startled gasp from her throat.  The men lifted her up high in the air, and then slowly lowered her again.  She felt a hard object press against her pussy as the men brought her back downward.  Twisting and pulling, this way and that, the men were obviously trying to get the object inside of her.  Sara shifted her hips helpfully, lining up and allowing the pole to slide inside of her, to stop the painful jabbing at her crotch.

 

Continuing to lower her down, she felt about 8 inches of shaft, more than an inch wide, slide into her pussy before the men pushed her legs closed and left her standing on a narrow ledge.  She could feel the outside edges of the ledge with the side of her heels.  Next, she felt some kind of tube, a bit wider than her body, being lowered over her head.  In the background, the voices kept getting louder, creating a growing buzz of conversation.  Finally, the blindfold was removed and she got her first glimpse of her situation.

 

The ledge she was standing on was actually a low concrete wall, about 2 feet tall and maybe 8 inches wide, that divided the lower section of the room in half.  Sara's pussy was being impaled by one of the metal poles that lined the wall from end to end. Spaced about 5 inches apart, the poles were painted white and projected 30 inches above the wall.  The top end of each shaft came to a smoothly rounded tip about an inch in diameter.  A dozen or so of the poles, both in front and back of her, had some kind of ominous dark stains smudged all over them from tip to base.  A thick, clear plastic tube surrounded her body from shoulder to waist, to make sure she could not fall off the pole no matter how hard she might struggle later.  It was bolted solidly to the poles in front and behind the one piercing her cunt.

 

Sara looked down in alarm at the 2 foot drop off presented by the concrete wall and clenched her legs together to keep from slipping.  About a foot below the level of her crotch, what appeared to be a cross beam running horizontally through the bars began moving, sliding forward and back about 5 inches across the entire length of the room.  Looking at it more closely, Sara was puzzled by its motion for a few moments until she noticed the fine metal teeth on the top edge and realized it was a giant saw!

 

Running around two thirds of the room was a raised platform, 6 feet higher than the floor, with a railing and many seats for spectators.  About a hundred men sat or stood looking down on her in the pit below them, waiting for the show to start.  Finally the lights in the room dimmed down, and two flood lights began shining down upon Sara from different angles, placing her center stage in the sick drama about to unfold.  The crowd hushed in tangible anticipation of the event.

 

Panic exploded through Sara at the sudden, pregnant silence, and she began pleading loudly.

 

"Help Me!  Please Somebody Help Me!!!"

 

Two men entered the ring at this point, one on either side of the divider, each leading three huge, snarling dogs, who strained forward against their leashes.

 

Sara erupted in desperate terror at the sight of more vicious animals, screaming "NO! Please NO!!  Oh GOD NO NO NO NO NO!!!"

 

The men released the six animals simultaneously.  Racing the short distance to the girl, each dog reached up and wrapped its jaws around foot or calf.  Specially trained, the dogs bit down hard enough to break skin and get a firm grip, being careful not to chew or bite through the limb.  Once they had a good grip, the dogs began pulling downward, backing away from the wall.

 

As her legs were wrenched apart off the wall and dragged down on, Sara's body plummeted onto the pole, momentum driving even the fat, dull, rounded tip of the rod  right through her cervix into her abdomen. 

 

"AAAAAAAAAA!!" screamed the girl, eliciting a tremendous wave of cheers from the rabid audience.

 

After the pole punched through her cervix, her body slid sickeningly slowly downward until her crotch was brought to a stop with her weight and the dogs' pressing it into the moving blade.  She felt the heat of the blazingly hot blade bite in and begin singing her skin before the first stroke of the saw even registered.  Then, as the blade ripped its first shallow gash from clit to anus, she began screaming in earnest!

 

"OOOO... OOOOOO...  OOOOO!!  OOOOO!!" Sara let out an agonized cry with each slow stroke of the blade.  Micro fine teeth on the blade cut slowly into her body, slicing a narrow gash only a tiny fraction of an inch deeper with each pass.  Heat from the blade cauterized flesh as it cut, reducing blood loss to almost nothing, ensuring that her agony would go on, and on, and ON!

 

"OWWWW!  OOOWWW!! OOOOWWW!!! OOOOOOOOOOO!!!!" Sara's cries got louder, more desperate, as stroke after stroke of the blade bit slowly and steadily into her pussy.  The dogs continued to pull strongly at her widely spread legs, adding over a hundred extra pounds of force, in addition to the girl's own body weight, to the pressure between flesh and blade.

 

"NOOOO NOOOO PLEEEEASSE STOP PLEASE PLEASE HELP ME OOOOOO!!!"

 

As she had slammed onto the pole and the rod had pierced her cervix, Sara had screamed at the pain of the impalement.  With the first stroke of the blade sawing into her clitoris, the presence of the pole was nearly forgotten in this new agony.  Thrashing wildly inside the plastic tube, she was unable to escape her impalement on the pole and the slow sawing action cutting her body in two.  Her only escape from the agony and torture of her situation was a long, slow, downward journey towards the floor.

 

20 minutes into her ordeal, the saw had barely made it through her sweet triangle, so hot it was not only cauterizing her flesh as it cut, it actually began to sear it black.  The tugging pressure from the dogs was causing the sawed open area to pull apart, following her widely spread legs.

 

Unable to contain themselves at this point, dozens of men lined the rails of the observation platform and ejaculated into the pit.  A few exceptionally hearty souls managed to splash comb onto the body, even into the wide open mouth, of the hapless girl below. 

 

"OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO...  OOOOOOOOOOOOOOO..." Sara screamed now, pausing only to gasp at a fresh breath with each long cry.

 

Back and forth, the blade stroked its way through her body with agonizing slowness.  Although very little blood flowed from her body, steam and smoke streamed from the gash where the nearly white hot blade passed through her, and the smell of charring flesh floated in the air.

 

40 minutes into the ordeal the blade was just reaching her belly button.  The outer lips of what used to be her vagina, sawed evenly down the middle of the channel thanks to the presence of the impaling pole, were nearly a foot apart from each other as the dogs continued to pull her legs further and further away from one another.

 

Sara starred around at a room made blurry by her own flowing tears, watching in despair as the men looked down and cheered, stamping their feet in rhythm with sweeping blade to show their delight at the show.  The sight of her own legs and lower body being stretched so unnaturally wide apart would have made her faint if it were not for the huge surge of fear induced adrenaline pumping through her veins.  The nauseating feel of the pole impaling her insides was a dull ache, the sharp, stabbing pains in her legs as the dogs' canine teeth punched new holes in her flesh each time they changed their grip was terrible, but both paled beside the agony of the blade slowly separating her body in half.

 

Voice raw and broken by now, she was reduced to a whisper as the blade continue to pass her belly button.  Working its way slowly upward, the blade moved on.  Sara watched as her body slowly sank lower and lower, being peeled apart into two distended pieces by the dogs still pulling franticly on her legs.  Then the tip of the rod slid slowly into her neck, until she could feel it in the back of her throat.  Sliding along the roof of her mouth, the rod forced Sara's head to tilt back, until it slid out past her open teeth.  Unable to move her head anymore with the pole sticking out of her mouth, she tried not to gag as she starred helplessly up at the ceiling, praying for the end.

 

Unfortunately for her, as the blade was nearing her heart, where it surely would kill her almost instantly, the crowd started cheering “MORE. MORE. MORE!”  Moving into the pit, the trainers retrieved the dogs and pulled them off the girl for a bit.  Using a portable saw, another man quickly trimmed Sara’s legs off of her body at mid thigh, causing her to scream nicely as the blade bit quickly through her undamaged flesh.  The remains were tossed to the dogs as a treat for their hard work so far.  Next, a set of plastic wedges were locked onto the bars, covering the  ledge and making sure that the body would slide apart as it sank towards the floor.  Two men then reached down through the tube to lift Sara’s body up completely above the blade, turn her 90 degrees, then set her body back down on the blade to begin a cross-cut.

 

Sobbing in absolute horror, Sara slid helplessly down inside the tube until her pussy once more rested on the blade, realizing that she had to start the whole long process all over again.  It had taken over two hours to get to this point, and now she in the tube with only her own body weight, no legs, and no dogs pulling to speed her along.  As the saw once more began its work on her body, Sara could tell almost immediately that her first ride down the horrible shaft was almost blazingly fast compared to what her second trip would be like.  Without the added weight and pull of the dogs, the saw was barely slicing her at all!  Then, to her absolute horror, the blade began to slow down, reduced to about one stroke every 5 or six seconds.  It would take all day and night at this rate!

 

Screaming with freshly renew energy, Sara’s enthusiasm managed to arouse the crowd once more, and men again lined up against the rails for several hours to rain ejaculated comb down on her tortured body.  Once the second cut sheared through her hips and began working it’s way up the sides of her stomach, a couple men entered the pit.  One man on each side of the wall, they each separated out a gob of Sara’s flush that used to be her inner pussy and outer lips.  Using a vacuum the flesh was sucked painfully into a narrow plastic tube.  Next, a half inch diameter bolt was screwed up the middle of the shaft, causing Sara to scream louder than she had in hours.  Once all four remnants of her pussy were prepared, a 50 pound weight was suspended from the ring at the end of each bolt to add weight to her descent once more.  The saw was turned back up to normal speed, and Sara began sliding downward at a noticeable page once again.

 

All in all, it was nearly twelve hours after it had started when the remains of Sara’s body was finally consigned to the dogs to be disposed of.  She’d remained alive for 10 hours of that.  The man’s dick was so hard from watching, and so sore from masturbating, that he wasn’t able to leave his seat until after the dogs had finished licking the last splashed of blood and comb from the floor of the pit.  As he drove back to the house, exhausted and exhilarated, he wondered how long his remaining two toys would continue to please him, and which one of them he would bring her next time?

 

(Author’s Note:  Anyone still interested in another installment on this one?)