Chpater 6 - Playtime
Karen's battered skull felt like it was exploding. Her sewn up lips were
sore, red and swollen around the black stitches. Her mouth, sucking on the
urine-soaked fecal sponge, quite literally tasted like shit. Her stitched up
rectum burned. Her hands were turning blue from the tight constriction of the
unyeilding steel cuffs. Her arms felt like they were pulling out of their
sockets as she dangled helplessly, legs spread wide.
Karen's mind gibbered in the uncomprehending horror that melts the mind
of every random victim of violence. She was on the corporate fasttrack to the
top. She was fucking all the right people. This couldn't be happening to her!
She struggled to wrap her mind around the concept that one vicious pervert
could make it all go away because this was his idea of a good time and, to him,
she was just a piece of fuckmeat! Naked, hurt and helpless, Karen moaned and
whimpered, locked deep in a dark, sightless miasma of pain, horror and misery.
Fred grinned. It was time for a little foreplay.
Karen felt the van shift with his weight and heard him closing on her.
Her ears strained, desperate for a clue as to what he was up to, what was
happening and, most important of all, what was going to happen to her next. She
heard a jar top unscrewed, the clatter of wood on steel, followed by a squishy,
rubbing noise, accompanied by evil laughter. It was all confusing and deeply
disturbing.
Fred chuckled as he greased up the sawed-off broomstick handle and
rammed it up her cunt. Karen squealed like a steam calliope. She shreiked and
struggled frantically as he pumped it energetically in and out of her fully
exposed, aching, prick pocket.
When he was sure that she felt like a piece of meat, he pulled out his
dick, oiled it up and slipped it into her inflamed, hot passage. Karen moaned as
she felt him part her vulva a nd penetrate her throbbing genitals. Fred settled
in for a long, leisurely rape of his moaning, groaning victim.
As any pimp will tell you, a good series of rapes will cut the snot out
of any bitch. Karen began to sag in defeat. To keep her lively during her second
rape of the afternoon, he pulled out an electric shocker called the "F.O.!!!"
designed, ironically, to help a woman repel a rapist.
Humping steadily, he carefully touched the electrodes to her bare bum
and pressed the switch. Her naked buttocks jerked. Karen squealed sharply
between her aching, stitched up lips and tensed beautifully. Her tight warm cunt
tightened delightfully around his rock hard gristle. He came ecstatically, once
more emptying his crud deep inside her. He pulled himself out. Fresh cum
dribbled down her inner thighs to join the crusted crud from his previous
efforts.
Certain medical procedures seem to have as their primary aim the
complete humiliation and degradation of the patient. Fred opened a tool box and
withdrew a thin plastic tube and a jar. Squatting down, he worked the plastic
catheter up her pisser. Karen grunted and squeaked in distress, squirming in
discomfort as the thin tube painfully penetrated her urethra. At last, it was in
deep enough to bypass her sphincter muscles. Her bladder drained down the tube,
emptying into the jar. Fred didn't want her to have the option of pissing
herself. He liked total control of his bitches. To make sure, he took out the
needle and thread and put a quick couple of stitches through her urethral
opening, pulling it tight and knotting it off.
Completely degraded, Karen blubbered hopelessly, feeling lower than
whale shit and that's at the bottom of the ocean.
He went over to a small propane burner. He put a thermometer in and
carefully heated a large saucepan of cooking oil to 98.6 degrees Farenheit -
blood heat. He poured some over Karen's head and worked it into her short blond
hair and exposed facial skin. He made sure that her delicately sculpted ears
were exposed to view, neatly combing her hair around them. He picked up the
saucepan of heated cooking oil and proceeded to pour it onto, and work it into,
every square inch of exposed female flesh.
He rubbed it into her arms, her soft shoulders and her shaven armpits.
He paid particular attention to her butterbags, lovingly squeezing and kneading
the oil into her soft breasts, working it into her dark red nipples with
surprisingly gentle fingers.
He spread the oil with long, smooth strokes down her sides and over her
taut bare belly. He dribbled it into her whispy blond pubic hair and, repeatedly
holding some in his cupped hand, bathed her genitals until they glistened. He
parted her cuntlips and worked it in with humiliating thoroughness, fondling her
lewdly, penetrating her obscenely. Karen grunted as he oiled up his long middle
finger and pumped it in and out of her fuck hole.
He went behind her and smoothed warm oil over her bare back, working
down until he got to her naked buttocks. He squeezed, smoothed and massaged warm
cooking oil into her quivering, milky white ass-globes. She cried brokenly as he
used the side of his hand to scrub it briskly into the crack of her ass and
over her swollen rectal stitches.
Coming from behind this time, he once more oiled her privates with a
wonderfully invasive finger-rape. She hummed frantically into her mouth stitches
as his long fingers delved much deeper than before, past the knuckles. He buried
his arm forearm deep and pumped hard with his fist.
Her naked torso heaved as she breathed hard, trying vainly to find a way
of handling it all. He poured most of the rest of the cooking oil down her
quivering thighs, the back of her knees and over her firm young calves. He
rubbed it in using both hands.
There was nothing funny about it, but he forced her to laugh helplessly
as he rubbed it into the cringing soles of her bare feet. He kept her twisting
and writhing futilely until he was sure that her sides hurt, then he stopped.
He positioned the sunlamps. He put one behind her aimed at her milky
white ass, but placed far enough back so that it would shine on her back and
legs as well. He put another aimed at her snow white breasts, but again far
enough back so that it would shine on her stitched shut face, bare belly and
naked thighs as well. The third he placed on the floor of the van, aimed up at
short range squarely at her exposed dripping cunt and the insides of her
glistening thighs.
Fred figured from her Karen's milky white skin that she would burn
easily. A burn is the most excruciating injury a human can sustain. The pain
never dulls, but throbs continuously. Parts of the body that seldom see the sun
burn to even more excruciating redness than other parts. Cooking oil, unlike
suntan oil, enhances the cooking process by holding in the heat of the sizzling
meat.
Fred went outside, cranked up his portable generator and plugged the
sunlamps in. Karen began to cook. Fred glanced in regularly and was pleased to
see how quickly her fair skin reddened. He could he her muffled squeals even
over the roar of the generator. When she was bright, bright red all over, he
turned the generator off. He went into the van to inspect his toasted muffin.
He could hear the sizzle of cooking oil and the smell of cooking cunt.
He waited a while for his basted bitch to cool off, admiring the sinuous
writhing of her naked body, enjoying the hard sobbing and the pathetic little
whimpers. Karen was still cooking, her skin turning a brighter red as he
watched.
Smiling wickedly he reached between her legs and fingered her throbbing
clit.
Pretty Karen screamed.
He squeezed and twisted her burning breasts.
Pretty Karen shreiked.
Grinning hugely, he oiled up his erect penis once more.
Karen sobbed as he grabbed her fiery red buttocks, kneading them like
dough. She shreiked dementedly as he plunged his pikestaff in. Her painfully
swollen cuntlips enveloped his penile piledriver, warm, tight and hot, hot, hot.
He pumped his hips and began some serious bonding with his bitch.
As he pumped her, he ran his fingers lightly over her raw sunburnt skin.
Karen moaned and writhed feverishly as he brutally ravished her, her red hot,
bare breasts mashed against his chest.
This was the big one.
Karen's muffled screams and panting were a delight right next to his
ear. No need to turn the volume up. Karen was cranked to the max, the stitches
on her badly swollen lips tearing slightly and seeping blood as she shreiked
into them. He felt her throat work as, in her desperation, she swallowed the
piss-laden fecal sponge. Fred gave a small grunt of satisfaction and kept
pumping his thick dick in and out, enfolded luxuriously in the warm depths of
her hot, tightly swollen cunt as her naked body squirmed against him.
He kept it going as long as he could but, at last, his party python
horked a large lugey of peckersnot deep inside her. Grinning hugely as he
slithered his dick out of her hot, snug passage, Fred pulled out a package of
brand new clothespins with very strong stiff springs so that they had a good
bite to them. He licked her cooked coral pink ear and whispered evilly.
"Now that you've been cooked, I'll clip on the electrodes so that I can
deep fry you at my leisure."
Fred began by clipping clothespins to her pert nipples. Naked, exposed,
raped over, cooked medium rare, thinking that she was going to be
electro-shocked again, poor stitched-shut Karen moaned in fear. Fred bent over,
reached between her legs, peeled back the folds of raw red, sensitive skin and
snapped one over her clit. Karen let out a small squeal of anguish. He pulled
out more clothespins, brutally pinched the sensitive skin of her labia and
snapped on several more.
Poor Karen, trapped in a blind, nightmare world of rape and pain, was
blubbering continuously like a colicky baby. He didn't bother greasing the
broomstick handle this time, but reamed her hard. Karen squealed like a stuck
pig and felt like roasted dogbarf.
He unslipped the clothespin from her clit. He took a small needle and
repeatedly jabbed the small sliver of steel into her red, bruised and swollen
love button. Karen shreiked and jerked convulsively with every vicious little
jab. She filled her lungs enchantingly and screamed and screamed and screamed,
long and hard, high and shrill. At last, haggard, exhausted, completely fried
mentally and physically, she fainted.
It was late at night. Karen awoke slowly and miserably, light-headed and
feverish from shock. While she had been out, Fred had taken a large carving
knife and sawed off her tits and buttocks. He wrapped the lightly cooked female
flesh in plastic and put it in a cooler for future yummy reference.
As she gained full consciousness, Fred kicked the cement block over the
side of the boat and into the deep, murky water of what was rumoured to be one
of the deepest lakes in North America. Karen's well-formed feet, firmly encased
in the big block of quick-drying cement dragged her down towards the depths.
Fred grasped her head by the ears as it disappeared under the surface.
He held her face just under the surface and watched with interest. The cold
water had soothed her burns and revived her. Her wrists wired together behind
her back, Karen jerked and juddered like a hooked fish. After a few moments of
frantic, futile struggle, a twin stream of bubbles issued from her nostrils and
she sucked in a few good lungfuls of water. It calmed her immediately. Shortly
after that, she was still and Fred released her.
Dragged down by the heavy load of cement, Karen vanished forever.
Happy, but tired, Fred gunned the motor. He started dreaming of his next
bitch and thinking up recipes for tit tortellini and rump roast.
