Picking and Choosing

                       Picking and Choosing - Chapter 19

       Peter was confident that his prisoner was at her limit and ready to tell him all she knew. He watched as another blood blister was created on her left tit as she tried desperately to control her fear of what was to come. Peter cracked the valve controlling the flow of water into her belly and watched what the slight extra flow would cause in his victim. Her belly was beginning to round gently and he could see numerous places where the barbed wire would soon begin to eat into her flesh, adding to the blood that was oozing from the nearly dozen locations already broken open. He stared into her face and did not like what he saw, she was still resisting. It was time to relieve the sexual tension that was building up within his body. The thought of feeding his huge cock into her tight pussy while she struggled to prevent her bloated belly from causing more and more blood to flow from her every growing number of wounds excited him tremendously. Her eyes popped when he pulled his enormous weapon from his trousers.

       He approached her cautiously for a number of reasons, first and foremost was the barbed wire wrapped around her lower body. Then there was the matter of her struggling and changing positions as he began entering her. He decided to shut off the water to make things easier for him, but before this was accomplished, he opened the tap wide for a few seconds to add more water to what was accumulating in her belly. This would give her something else to consider as he worked his cock deeper and deeper, adding more pressure to her overloaded stomach and increasing the probability of creating more small pools of blood from the bites of the barbed wire.

       As he expected, the quick burst of water had thrown her off kilter and a number of barbs cut into the flesh of her tits and belly. While she was dealing with this new assault, he carefully positioned his hands to give him the type of leverage he'd need once he pressed his body against her. The bedsprings would deform in certain places and throw her into a panic, it was then that he planned to stab his half-hard cock into her pussy mouth, making contact and giving him a stable position from which to work. It was almost not worth the effort, but he wanted to totally dominate her before allowing the prisoner to spill her guts in a metaphoric sense.

       It went just as he planned and the head of his enormous cock wedged into Antoinette's tight cunt as she thrashed mindlessly in a panic, tearing parts of her anatomy to shreds. The pain and blood that resulted only drove her to more movement. He stared into the woman's eyes and saw the fear reflected from them. Now he would show her what pain and suffering was really all about. He began stabbing her cunt with his rapidly hardening cock that was at least a foot in length and still growing. It was slow going, but inch-by-inch he moved his dick deeper into her moist fuck channel. The people surrounding the stage held their breath, wondering if she could survive this brutal raping that was taking place almost in slow motion. Now she was taking over twelve solid inches of thick dick and it was beginning to cause more trouble outside as well as within her body.

       She tossed her head from side to side as the barbed wire ate more and more of her tit flesh and made a mess of her pubic mound. Her mind was beginning to retreat to a place that could not be reached by her thrashing body. Peter Python could feel her fear and detachment too. Now she seemed calm even when he pulled back and sent over twelve inches of hard meat rumbling down her cunt pipe like it was a hundred car freight train. He was starting to get into a rhythm that was very comfortable for him to sustain, and murderous on his prisoner. Her eyes had rolled back into her head and her breathing was shallow and intermittent. This irritated the interrogator and he redoubled his efforts to reach her cervix, which he knew to be easily within reach.

       He pulled out until only the head of his massive weapon was keeping the entrance to her twat open for business. Peter carefully moved his body so he could make contact with her face that felt like it had been in a meat locker. She was totally unprepared for the vicious bite that ripped off a small chunk of her face along the jaw line. Her high-pitched squeal of terror and agony made the hair of the crew stand on end. Her entire body quivered and her flesh actually rippled as it encountered more and more barbed wire that was tearing her firm, curving form to shreds. Her face grew purplish as her lungs labored to gain precious oxygen. It was at that time when Peter loosed his massive cock into Antoinette's cunt once again, this time the head crashed against her cervix, adding to her fear and agony. Again and again his mighty tool battered her into submission. He was now ready for his final move.

       He gingerly removed himself from the bedsprings and his partially barbed wire covered victim. He could not resist the opportunity to strike the bedsprings solidly and watch the vibrations cause new wounds to open in various areas of her bleeding, naked body. Peter opened the valve controlling the flow of water into her belly and watched with a half smile as her stomach grew rounder and came into more contact with the cruel barbs decorating her midsection. Next he used pliers to tighten the wire wrapped around her big tits that hadn't taken as much punishment as her stomach and vulva. She squealed and shook as the barbed wire ate into her tits, even cutting across both her fat nipples. Now each breath was agony for his victim. Her midsection by now was covered with a sheet of blood from all the wounds, but the damage intensified as her stomach swelled and made each barb go even deeper creating a larger and deeper covering of crimson fluid.

       The interrogator gave his prisoner one last chance to talk. He valved off the flow of water so she could speak. Yanking the hose from her belly and up through her throat left her unable to do more than croak. He leaned over her and asked the first of his questions. Every time she tried to answer, little bubbles of blood formed and burst on her lips. Obviously the rough manner in which he had removed the hose had done some damage to her throat. Still he persisted, asking simple questions that required only a nod. Antoinette had taken advantage of this break from her torturing to regain some of her original fortitude and strong desire for pain. For her it was all or nothing and she didn't care which way the scales moved. The director broke the tension by demanding that she be given time to recover from the vicious treatment he had meted out to her.

       Peter Python was not one to take orders from most people, especially menials like the director. Before he could be stopped he grabbed his trusty rubber hose and began beating Antoinette's barbed wire wrapped tits with furious blows that soon had a fountain of blood gushing from those shredded bags of fat. There would be plenty of work for the surgeons that tried to restore her terribly damaged body, if given the opportunity. That is a story yet to be told, but there still remained the conclusion of this epic production that done properly could put us on the map and make our backers a ton of money. Despite the loss of the star for the moment the director decided to move on once the female lead was able to take more abuse. It would be more than a day before Antoinette was ready to face the cameras once more. During that break the director and his writers had developed some new things to force the "prisoner" to endure. Peter Python had been written out of the remainder of this scene, and had gone ballistic to no avail.

       They had written in some dialogue for one of the spear-carriers who now was identified as the interrogator's assistant. The scene was restarted late the following afternoon. A local physician had worked most of the night repairing some of the more stressing injuries that Antoinette had accumulated. She thanked him personally with a blowjob that nearly took his head off. As soon as she got a look at the revised script, she had the doctor inject her with some painkillers that would allow her pussy and tits to take more punishment for a few hours more. She was delighted to see that the writers and the director had increased the amount of pain and suffering she had to endure before the scene was finished with her death.

       Antoinette got wet, very, very wet when she was escorted to the stage and saw what was waiting for her. As the director saw it, she had two sides to that awesome body and they had only worked on one. She smiled happily as they tied her body, spread-eagle fashion, to the bedsprings once more, this time face down. The metal springs immediately began irritating her wounds, opening up many of them that thrilled the director no end. Her bare body was now at such an angle as to make it easy for them to sodomize her and also do more damage to that overworked cunt. However for openers, to get the blood flowing so to speak, she would be beaten for a time using one of a variety of implements, ranging from traditional whips to exotic canes. Then a rape break would follow before another round of whipping. This would continue until each member of the rape gang had his fill of Antoinette's tight asshole and very wet pussy.

       What poor Antoinette didn't know was that the director had dragooned every able-bodied porn star on the lot to assist in this epic gangbang. Anything went as long as the star was still alive when they turned her over for the grand finale, her death in living color. This part was not disclosed to the star, he wanted it to be a surprise that he'd capture on film. She'd be given the last rites by a defrocked priest while a pair of spring-loaded knives was inserted into her throbbing, worn-out cunt and ruined asshole and the buttons pushed to rip open her guts.

       The rapists took no prisoner, doing their best to ruin every hole they penetrated. Since she wasn't gagged, Antoinette was quite vocal as they reamed out her tight asshole until it looked like a doughnut oozing raspberry filling. They went out of their way to be rough, pinching and spanking her bare body and even scratching it with their dirty fingernails as they made her asshole swallow their hard cocks that never seemed to get soft. After three or four rapists had their fill she'd be whipped, starting at the nape of her neck and working down her bare body to finally reach her ankles, many hours later when it was pitch dark outside and only the arc lights stayed on to record this symphony of brutality.

       Antoinette was whipped with a bullwhip to start, the four- foot length wrapping around her neck and pulling her head back until it appeared that any second her neck would snap. The rapist was an expert with this implement, walking it over both her shoulders and crisscrossing her bare back that soon was covered with deep weals that in some places split open the skin. The director loved that and made sure the cameramen got some good film of that bleeding back as it was slowly over the hours turned into hamburger from the relentless whipping they delivered. After a second turn for the gangbangers she was whipped with another type of implement made of plastic that was wound tightly like leather. It delivered a blow that bruised more than cut the skin. She took thirty of the best before they decided she needed some fisting from those who had already fucked her asshole so hard and fast that it still looked like an open wound.

       Now there was a fist inside her wet twat and a dick deep inside her ass as well. Her cunt was still tight enough to prevent the fister from moving too far up her fuck tunnel. However the one sodomizing her almost always made sure he pressed her swollen tits against the metal springs so the wounds would open up again. The steady ass raping had done its work already and her vulva was a bloody mess despite all the efforts of the doctor to sew them up last night. Another bad habit they developed while they ruined her colon for life involved grabbing her by the hair and using it to yank her head back until her neck bones cracked, causing her to panic and shriek for help. Others reached around and got their fingers into her mouth and stretched the skin like it was silly putty, yanking her head from side to side and driving her into a frenzy of fear that one false move might break her neck, killing her immediately.

       The whips were now replaced by smaller but just as damaging implements. By the time they were done ripping her lower back into a bleeding mass of ruined skin and flesh, she was on the verge of going into shock, so bad were the two beatings. First a ball chain flogger was used to strip the skin and rake the exposed flesh of the region located just above her plump ass cheeks that had not yet tasted the wrath of the interrogator and his assistant. Once this was accomplished they finished her off with a sharkskin flogger that chewed up her bleeding flesh, splattering drops of her blood onto the wall and floor around the bedsprings to which she was attached. Another round of raping took place and this time it lasted for nearly two hours as they did their best to make sure she would never enjoy sex again. Little did they know about her strange tastes, just as well since it might have irritated them to the point that her life might have been in jeopardy.

       Antoinette for all her enjoyment of pain had limits and they were very close to being breached. The final whipping would take her over the top and nearly end her life as she writhed on the crude stage with the arc lights draining the last drop of moisture from her devastated body. Just to be on the safe side the director halted shooting so he could speak to Antoinette who was barely conscious. Her breathing was more like a steady wheeze and small blood flecked bubbles broke over her lips to add to the horror he was facing. He leaned closer so he could make out her words as he asked if she was ready for a new level of pain as her plump ass cheeks were about to be caned until they were one solid lump of bleeding meat. Her smile reminded him of a death's head, but he made out the few words she uttered.

       "I need to go there. It is my destiny.... No mercy... Give me all of it."

       He returned to his chair and signaled for the caning to begin. Two of the strongest studs were selected to whip her. One would use a thick, nearly inflexible length of bamboo called a Whangee, the other would follow with a standard thin rattan cane designed to cut and slash the skin and flesh beneath it. The three foot length of bamboo made a sickening sound as it crashed against her rounded bottom, splitting her cheeks horizontally and leaving two massive weals with deep circular marks every two inches or so from the bulging nodules on the cane. The other followed with two quick hits that crossed her cheeks from topside to bottom at an angle. Antoinette was still reacting to the pain that raced through her body from the first blow and she was caught unprepared for the vicious slashes that followed. She wheezed and croaked as more blood bubbles broke over her lips.

       The Whangee proved to be very difficult to use properly because of its weight and smooth finish. Many times it would veer from the target and land somewhere else or skid off her bleeding hindquarters completely. It was passed from stud to stud with similar results until it came into the hands of one of the smaller members of the raping team. He had enough sense to use both hands while wielding it and take his time before each blow was delivered. The results were awesome and at the same time sickening for many who witnessed this brutal beating. Antoinette had been reduced to whimpering and squealing by the power of this weapon. She hardly reacted to the slashing attack from the one using the rattan. The pain from the bamboo cane was so intense and lasted so long, it overwhelmed the pain generated by the rattan. Nonetheless it was tearing up her once firm ass cheeks and responsible for most of the blood that was running in small streams from her swollen hindquarters. Someone finally noticed that the prisoner was no longer making any sounds, and a break was declared so she could be revived.

       The director paced the floor like an expectant father as others struggled to bring Antoinette back from wherever she had retreated. Finally she came around and croaked for water that was forbidden by the director. He was on the verge of pushing her into the abyss from which her mind and body might never return, he would not be denied this triumph. The first blow from the Whangee sent blood splattering everywhere, and the refreshed wielder on the rattan cane whipped it back and forth over her ass carving new cuts into that swollen lump of flesh. The thumping sound the thick length of bamboo made as it struck her fleshy bottom was loud and flat followed by a grunt or gasp from the victim. The pounding and slashing went on for many long minutes before Antoinette lapsed into what was almost a coma. The director decided to turn her over onto her back so they could finish her off. To the amazement of those who did the job, she awoke and began mumbling and licking her parched lips.

       It was then that the director revealed his sadistic nature to all those involved in this horrific scene. He reached into his pocket and produced a small lump of salt that he rubbed across the woman's swollen, split lips, watching with a demonic smile as she croaked and desperately tried to lick the salt from the open wounds to reduce the terrible pain that was now being generated. She had gone over to the other side when it came to pain. It was no longer her friend or a source of pleasure. It was agony and a hot fire burning away her skin and eating its way toward her bones. There was nothing to do but hope for darkness and death, the only escape routes available.

       Her ruined front side acted like a magnet for the insane director. First her vulva was ripped to pieces by the rattan cane. Poor Antoinette still was unable to escape the pain, she remained awake and in agony. That was nothing compared to what the Whangee did when it slammed down across her swollen, bleeding tits. One of the nodules had ripped one of her nipples from the bloody lump of flesh, creating a sound from her that made the hair on everyone's neck stiffen. Through it all, the two cameramen were shooting as if they were covering a children's birthday party.

       Now the climax had arrived and the two spring-loaded knives were brought out and shown to the camera. When the button on the side was pressed, the razor sharp blade was released and out came over six inches of shining steel. They were shown to Antoinette, who looked at them with eyes that were far away from this place. In they went, one up her soaking wet cunt until just the button was visible, the other slipping past the distended ring of bloated, bleeding flesh that was once her sphincter muscle. Two of the rape gang took their places and at a sign from the director pressed the buttons on the two knives and stepped back as gushers of blood spewed from her two holes as she closed her eyes and drifted off to wherever her mind had gone.

                       (To be continued - jethro jodhpur)