Collected by Djian
Solving the Crime
by unknown
Peter Stringer squinted as he raised the syringe and carefully pushed the
plunger, expelling all the air. Three quarters of the syringe was now filled
with a blue liquid. Slowly he picked up a small carton of orange juice and
turned it upside down. Carefully, next to the seam, he inserted the needle
and injected the blue liquid into the carton. Removing the needle, he dipped
a matchstick into an opaque sticky liquid on the bench, and smeared it over
the hole left by the needle. With equal care he turned his attention to the
two remaining cartons and repeated the exercise. Satisfied, he quickly
tidied up the syringe, the glue, and the now-empty packet marked 'Rohypnol'.
"That'll do the bitches", he thought as he strode out of the room. "Must
check the animals". And with that thought, he shut the door, taking with him
the three cartons.
"All ready, Sal?" Sal inspected herself in the mirror. Long legged, blonde
hair with a small tattoo on her left shoulder, she was perfect in every way,
she thought. She could feel the small bottle of pepper spray hidden in her
cunt shift as she moved. She adjusted the gun taped to her back and the
knife hidden at the top of her thigh. Her low cut dress with the side split
would hide little, but she didn't intend to show the dangerous side.
"Sure Cath", she said, eying the cropped-haired brunette beside her. Cath
was short and Butch and didn't care about anyone or anything - as witnessed
by the tattoo Sal knew she wore on her arm - "Fuck the world and you too".
Dressed in tight denims, a sloppy sweater hid the gun tucked into the front
of the belt.
They both looked up as the third member of the trio walked in. Jane was the
youngest, at 14, but already was hard and experienced. Her little nubs of
breasts pushed out against the T-Shirt she was wearing. Her hips were slim
and boyish and Cath wondered whether she was still a virgin. Carefully, she
painted Jane's face with red dye and wound a bandage around her head.
"Ok, let's go" Cath jerked her head towards the door. The three walked out
and climbed into an old VW van that had seen many better days. The front was
crumpled as if it had been in an accident - which it had - but many years
ago.
Five miles up the road, they came to the spot. Jane and Sal climbed out of
the van, while Cath carefully nosed it into the tree. Then she climbed out.
"OK," she grinned, "time for another victim".
Over the hill, Peter Stringer put down the binoculars and grimaced as the
pain of memory washed over him. In a flash he was back at the mortuary and a
white-coated doctor was pulling the sheet off Moira. Moira, his beloved, the
only woman he had ever loved, had ever wanted to love, lying there with a
neat hole in her forehead and the back of her head blown away. In a dull
haze, he saw himself identifying Moira to the Doctor. He flashed forward to
the interview with the Police Detective in charge "We're sure that it's the
same three women who are staying at the Mountain Inn, but they have a
cast-iron alibi we can't shake" the Detective had said sympathetically. "
They claim to have been in a bible class with the Pastor over in Jocal. He
backs up their story. I'm afraid there's nothing we can do".
Gradually the haze of pain dissolved and Stringer felt his anger and hate
build, sharpening his senses, speeding his reactions. He put the binoculars
into the trunk of his Chevy, took out the cooler box and dropped it onto the
back seat. He climbed into the driver's seat, switched on the heater, gunned
the motor, and swung onto the road.
He slowed when he reached the spot where the girls were waiting. "You OK?"
he called.
Sal stood up seductively. "We ran off the road and Jane here's got busted up
some. We need to get her to a doctor".
Stringer flicked open the door. "You c'n get in. There ain't no doctor in
the next town, Larsonville. But I c'n get you to Pop Jones in the next town,
Jocal. Only problem is, I need to stop by the bank in Larsonville on the
way." Stringer smiled innocently at the girls. He figured they wouldn't make
any move until after he had been to the bank.
The girls climbed in, Cath in the front seat and Sal and Jane in the back.
"How'd it happen?" Stringer asked, looking at Sal in the mirror.
"Uh, goin' too fast, not watchin the road, you know".
"Yeah".
Ten miles later and the car was an oven. "Sorry gals," Stringer yawned.
"Heater's busted. Had to be in the on position. You need something to drink
- I've got some orange juice cartons in the cool box. You c'n help yourself.
Just give me the bottled water."
Sal opened the cool box and saw three cartons of orange juice and a bottled
mineral water. Wordlessly, she passed the water to the driver, and handed
out the orange juice. Normally she was careful about accepting drinks from
strangers, but she could see that the carton and straw were sealed. She sure
was thirsty.
Stringer watched out of the corner of his eye as the girls drained the
cartons. He switched on the radio to some crop reports - just for background
noise he thought. He watched carefully as, one after the other, the girls'
eyes grew heavy, and they nodded off to sleep. Four miles later, he swung
off the blacktop and headed up a dirt road towards the hills.
Turning into a farm track, he drove carefully and gently up and into an open
barn door. Slowly, softly he got out. Moving to the passenger side, he
quietly opened the door. He lifted Cath's sweater and gently removed her
gun. She shifted slightly in her sleep and Stringer paused until he heard
her deep even breathing.
He stepped to the back door and, gently opening it, found and removed the
gun and knife from Sal. His hand caressed her thigh and she sighed as he
moved away to the other side of the car.
Swiftly, he ran his hands over Jane, but found no weapons. "Maybe they think
she's too young," he thought.
He moved over to a workbench and grabbed a roll of duct tape. Returning to
Jane, he swiftly taped her wrists together, then pressed her ankles together
and taped them. Working quickly now, he returned around the Chevy and gently
took Sal's wrists. Pulling out the duct tape he wrapped it around her wrists
a half dozen times, then quickly bound her ankles. Satisfied with his work,
he went to Cath and soon had her wrists and ankles bound. Lifting her out of
the Chevy, he dragged her across the barn and lay her down in a stall. She
groaned and her eyes flickered open for a second, but feeling no further
movement, she dropped into a deep sleep.
Stringer quickly shifted Sal and Jane across to the stall, then backed the
Chevy out of the barn.
He returned to the girls and, one by one, locked metal cuffs to their wrists
and ankles, cutting off the duct tape. The cuffs he attached to chains which
led to overhead pulleys. These he tightened just enough to part the girls'
arms and legs, so that on awakening they would not be able to touch any
other shackle - or each other.
He walked out to the house and sat down to await the girls' return to full
consciousness.
Eight hours later he awoke to hear screaming and shouting from the barn.
Yawning, he stood up, stretched, picked up his hunting knife and walked over
to the barn. What met his eyes were the three girls, writhing and squirming
to get free.
"You let us loose or we'll fuckin shoot you when we get free" Cath hissed.
Sal screamed.
Stringer just grinned. "No point making any noise. Ain't nobody within 30
miles of here."
"Whaaa… What do you want?" Jane whimpered.
" Well now, you know, and I know, and the cops know, that you're the
bitches that killed a motorist last week. But the cops can't prove it." He
stared at them for a while, pure hatred in his eyes. " That motorist was my
wife, and I guess it's just payback time."
"Ohhh No". Jane crying and snivelling. " Please let us go. We'll go to the
cops and tell them everything, Just let us go." " Shut up, you little Bitch"
Cath shouted. "Don't you go making no promises we ain't goin to keep".
"Just shut yo face".
Stringer smiled. Coldly. And Sal felt a shiver go through her spine. She
could feel the pepper spray shift in her cunt and she thought "If only I
can…."
She watched as Stringer moved to the side of the stall. Idly, he untied some
rope and began to pull on it. She watched in silence as Cath's hands began
to move apart, and up, forced by the tightening chains, until the chains
forced her to her feet. Sal couldn't understand how the man could make Cath
stand, but she saw that there were a number of pulleys linked, so she
supposed that this would give the man the leverage to pull Cath up. Higher
and higher the man forced Cath, until she was standing on tiptoe.
She watched as he tied off the chain.
"So far so good", Stringer muttered. He released the chains that held Cath's
ankles. Slowly, as if in a dream, he tightened the chain, watching as Cath's
feet parted further and further until, hanging from her outstretched arms,
her legs would spread no wider. Stringer tied the chain off.
Cath had been silent so far, determined not to give this asshole the
satisfaction of seeing her submit. Her eyes widened in fear as she watched
Stringer take out a gleaming hunting knife, edge gleaming razor sharp in the
dim light of the barn. "Oh God, No!" she whispered as he advanced on her
with a small smile playing across his face for a brief instant. In slow
motion almost, he stooped to her feet and slowly, deliberately, cut the
laces of her trainers - first the left, then the right. Inserting the tip of
the knife into the heels of each shoe in turn, he hooked them off. Her
painted toenails looked like drops of blood as they hung eight inches above
the floor.
Moving up two inches, Stringer inserted the knife between her denims and her
leg, blade facing out. With great concentration he brought his hand up,
pressing the knife into the denim leg. Cath watched as the knife sliced
through the tough material as though it was cutting through butter. Higher
and higher the knife rose, liberating denim from leg until the tip of the
knife appeared at her waistband. With a sudden flick of his wrist, Stringer
severed the waistband and belt, leaving the denim leg in shreds. Stooping
again, he repeated the performance on the other leg, a maestro in total
harmony with his instrument, parting the covering material until another
flick of the wrist severed the waistband and belt again.
Stringer stood back and surveyed his handiwork. Cath hung there silently,
clad only in sweater and panties, her chest heaving with fear. Working
quicker now, Stringer cut the sweater away, revealing a sports bra. In three
quick cuts, he had cut the top straps and back. The bra fell to the floor,
revealing Cath's tits for all to see. Stringer noticed that she had large,
purple aureoles and her nipples were standing out proud.
"Must be a turn-on for you" he said.
"You fucking bastard - I'll get you for this" was her snarled reply.
Smiling faintly again, he put down the knife on the bench and reached out
for a screwdriver. Walking behind her, Cath couldn't see him, but she could
see the others watching fearfully. She felt his hands caress her ass and
then she felt him hook a finger into her panties and pull the base away from
her ass. She sensed what felt like the screwdriver inserted between the legs
of her panties, resting against her butt. His hand snaked around the front
of her panties, bunching them and sliding them into her slit. The others
could see the obscene show, the lips of her labia hiding the bunched panties
until the material escaped, over her clit and covering her bush.
Slowly, deliberately, she felt him twist the screwdriver, turning the back
of her panties into a knot. She felt the front of her panties dig deeper
into her crotch, crushing down on her clit. Tighter and tighter he turned
the screwdriver. Cath let out a low moan and bit her lip. Now the waistband
was biting into her stomach, while the leg band cut ever deeper into her
cunt. Still he twisted the screwdriver. And again. Cath felt the pain
searing through her. Then. Suddenly. She felt the panties snap and the pain
stopped.
Stringer stepped away and inspected the naked Cath. Her tits stood out high
and proud, lifted by the pull of her arms above her head. The tendons on her
leg stood out, pushing out her hairy mound still indented with the marks of
the strangling panties.
"Let's look at the blond," Stringer said, turning to Sal. She watched as he
approached the chains and braced herself as he moved to hoist her up. To her
surprise, she felt her legs move and fell to the floor on her face, her
outspread hands only just managing to cushion her fall. In a series of jerky
movements, she felt her legs raised higher and higher, simultaneously being
spread wider and wider. As she rose, she felt her whole weight coming to
rest on the ankle shackles, her breasts sagging towards her mouth. Inch by
inch she was hoisted up until her legs were so wide she thought she would
split. She was still able to partly support herself on her finger tips but
she knew that wouldn't last long as she saw the man tie off the chain and
begin to tighten the chain attached to her wrists. Her arms spread until she
was unable to move, hanging entirely from the ankle shackles. "Oh God, No -
pleeeaaase" she pleaded. " I'll do anything - please, please don't hurt me".
Stringer smiled grimly as he advanced on her, knife in hand once more.
Stringer surveyed the scene before him. Sal was hanging X-style upside down,
her long blond hair hanging down to the ground, her dress slipped over her
face. Stringer ran a quick cut down the back of the dress, then quickly
snipped the straps. He kicked the dress away and threw her shoes after them.
Sal wasn't wearing a bra and Stringer understood immediately why her breasts
had swung so freely as he raised her feet above her head. Cutting away the
panties, she hung before him, helpless, the black V of her pubic hair
outlining the lines of her cuntlips, slightly parted. Stringer frowned as he
thought he saw something wrong, but then shrugged off the feeling and turned
to Jane.
"Just a kid," he said. "Maybe even a virgin. I'm going to enjoy punishing
you." He cut off her babbling cries with a sharp backhand across the mouth.
Putting his shoe into her ass, he sent her sprawling on her face. She felt
him raising her legs by tightening the chains.
"No! Noooo! Not upside down - pleeeaze!" She felt her legs raised four feet
off the floor and hunched forward. Her legs were stretched as far apart as
they could go and she felt the breeze blowing onto her panty-clad ass.
Stringer took hold of the other chain and began to raise her arms. Crying in
fear, she felt her back arch until her stomach and tits lifted off the
floor. Without further delay, Stringer cut off her T-Shirt and pants,
panties and bra. He stared at her young nubile body, bowed like an inverted
arch, with her pubescent tits a slight irregularity to the sweep of her
stomach. A few wisps of hair were scattered around her pussy, which was
compressed in a tight line by the force of her ass cheeks pushing in.
"Just hang on a minute, this is thirsty work. I need a drink," he said with
a laugh as he walked out of the Barn. "Not that you're goin anywheres
anyhow."
It was dark when he got back and he lit a lantern. The flicker of the light
and the eerily dancing shadows turned the barn into a ghetto from Hell and
the girls knew that they were the condemned. "Why are you doing this to us,"
Sal cried out from somewhere near the floor.
Stringer settled back. "Well, let me tell you", he said. "You thought you
were going to take me the way you took that lady motorist last week - but
you're not as smart as you thought. I hunted you down like possums in the
forest, and now it's revenge time."
" You see, the lady you killed last week was someone very, very special to
me," he went on softly. "And if the law can't give me justice, then I guess
I'll just have to take it."
And with that he stood up and removed his shirt and jeans. His cock was long
and thick, and hung loose from his loins. He smiled to himself. "Not long
and strong, not yet. But you will be, you will be," he thought.
Turning to the task at hand, Stringer went to the bench. Picking up a
candle, he lit it from a lamp, then advanced on Sal. "Need a bit more light
here, and I know just the candle-holder," he said, eying Sal's inverted
cunt. Spreading her cunt lips with his fingers, he inserted the base of the
candle into her cunt.
The candle slipped in half an inch, then stopped. Stringer was surprised.
"Well. What have we here? He murmured, pulling the candle out and holding it
up high. "Why, here's a little thread coming out. Can it be your period?"
Stringer took the thread between his thumb and forefinger and slowly tugged.
He felt the resistance and noticed Sal clench her cunt muscles as he
increased the tension on the thread.
"Well, look at this", he said as the cylinder inched out of the slippery
hole. "I do believe that it is a pepper spray". He inspected it carefully.
It was a small cylinder about 4 inches, with a flip-top lid, which protected
the red button that would trigger it.
"So, you like to keep you pepper spray in there, do you?" Stringer enquired,
raising his eyebrows. "Well, we'll see what we can do about keeping it in
there".
Deftly, he pulled a loop of the thread under the trigger guard and over the
red button, with the end of the thread hanging down. Sal could see that
whoever now pulled the thread would set off the spray. She watched as
Stringer put the spray down on the bench. He scratched around a drawer for a
few moments, then he gave a small cry of triumph as his hand emerged with a
small box. From the box he took half a dozen elastic bands, which he joined
by slipping one through the other.
Next, he opened another drawer and took out two silver objects. She watched
as he joined the silver objects to the rubber bands, one at each end, and
she cringed as he advanced towards her. Here eyes went wide when she saw
that the silver objects were in fact large fishing hooks, complete with
barbs.
To her relief, the man put down the rubber band thing and picked up the
candle.
"Have to prepare the site first" he grunted as he moved closer. He stretched
out his left hand and ran it through her pubic hair, frizzing it up. Again
and again he did it, not deigning to enter or touch her cunt - just frizzing
up her pubes - almost as if he were a hairdresser. Slowly, he brought the
candle closer.
Suddenly she screamed as she realised what he meant to do. "Nooooo. Nooooo.
Please don't!!!!!" she wailed. Ignoring her, Stringer moved the candle under
the lowest of her pubes and watched in satisfaction as they ignited with a
crackle. The flames flared and rapidly spread and Cath and Jane could smell
the distinctive singed hair smell as the flames spread across Sal's crotch.
Sal whimpered softly as she realised that the heat from the flames was going
upward and not burning her flesh.
The flames died and Stringer inspected his handywork. There remained a few
wisps of hair, but mostly Sal's previously thick bush had been burned back
to the skin. Gently, Stringer brushed away the ashes of the hair. Sal had
her eyes shut, sobbing in relief that she had been spared from the hideous
pain; she didn't see when Stringer picked up the robber band contraption
again. And she didn't see when he grasped one of the fishhooks and sunk it
into her left cunt lip. But she felt it. Her entire body twitched in pain
and she screamed and screamed again. "Oh noooo, OMIGOD! AAAAIIIIIEEEEHHH".
Stringer passed the other hook, attached to the elastic bands behind her
back, over her hips and, gripping her right cunt lip, snagged the other
fishhook in. He stood back to admire his handywork. Sal hung there by her
feet, screaming and twitching, cunt lips held back, her cunt hole, piss hole
and asshole exposed for all to see. He noticed a dribble of piss coming from
her piss hole and this reminded him that the girls had not had any change to
piss or shit since he had captured them. He thought he'd attend to that
later.
Moving back to the bench, Stringer emptied a bottle of quick-curing plastic
caulking paste into a cup and mixed it up. Returning to Sal, he placed a
handful of the mix into her cunt slit, right over her piss hole.
Artistically he built a wall between her cunt lips. Placing another handful
behind her asshole, he skillfully built another wall, which connected her
ass cheeks.
"OK," he grinned, "Now we have us a little dam in there". He could see the
walls of the dam, enclosing her cunt and asshole. He hummed as he waited for
the caulking paste to set. While he did, he went over to the bench and cut a
one-inch length of 2-inch diameter poly pipe. Carefully, he drilled a hole
in one end and tied on a six-inch length of fishing wire. To the end of this
he tied another vicious looking hook. He quickly sprayed some WD40 onto the
outside of the pipe and then onto his fingers. Moving back to Sal, he
inserted his index finger into her asshole. He felt her squirm and her
sphincter muscles clamp down on his finger; but, greased by the WD40, his
finger penetrated easily. He slid it in and out a few times to loosen her,
then added a second finger. Slowly, rythmically, he slid his fingers in and
out Sal's asshole, adding a third when he deemed her ready. As he thrust in
and out, he expanded his finger, expanding in turn her tight sphincter.
Then, in a flash, he removed his fingers and thrust in the two-inch pipe,
hole going first, with the fishing wire and hook training through the centre
out into his hand. Ignoring her screams and pleas, Stringer pushed the tube
in until the edge was just at her sphincter. Stringer looked in satisfaction
at her asshole, distended in a perfect two-inch circle, braced by the pipe.
He could see the folds of her entrails beginning just the other side of the
poly pipe.
Greasing up his left hand with WD40 once again, he moved it to her cunt
hole, looking distended by the pressure of the ring in her asshole.
Forcefully, he pushed one, then two and finally three fingers into her cunt.
Adding his thumb and little finger, he pushed, twisting his wrist backward
and forward, literally screwing his hand into her cunt. Sal stiffened in a
paroxysm of pain washing her like a tidal wave from her crotch. Her eyes
stared and her tongue was fully extended as she screamed every last bit of
breath out. Gasping for air, she screamed again, and again. Slowly, moving
his right hand, Stringer's fingers took the fishhook attached to the fishing
line and passed it through the pipe. He brought it to the wall of her
asshole, just beyond the pipe, facing forward. Slowly, deliberately, he dug
the fishhook into the wall and felt it penetrating with his left hand. He
gripped the tip of the fishhook and pulled it through. Sall screamed and
then, suddenly, passed out. . Stringer removed his hand from Sal's cunt,
bringing the fishhook with him. Quickly, he tied off the fishing line to one
of the hooks in her cunt lips.
"There," he said to the inert Sal, "That'll stop you from shitting out the
pipe." Patiently, he waited for Sal to wake up.
Sal's eyes fluttered opened and she moaned. The pain in her bowels had
subsided to a dull ache. She could feel the pipe distending her asshole, but
the hand was out of her cunt. Tentatively, she tried a bowel movement to
expel the pipe. She was rewarded by a searing pain in her bowels and she
quickly stopped trying.
"Aahh, Sleeping Beauty back with us," Stringer sneered. "Ready for part 2?"
He picked up the pepper spray and, trigger end first, he pushed it gradually
but insistently into her cunt. One inch, two inches, three inches, then with
the tip of his index finger he inserted it all the way, her cunt closing on
it and hiding it from view. All except the trailing thread.
Then, suddenly, he yanked on the thread. Watching Sal's eyes, he could tell
the instant the pepper spray triggered. Her eyes widened in shock as she
felt the pepper and mace mixture spray out, forcing it's way deep into her,
filling her vagina and womb with a fiery, burning mixture. Stringer watched
carefully as the Pepper Spray Gun began to emerge, forced by the pressure
building up in Sal's cunt. He reached out and placed his finger on it,
blocking its exit. He could see Sal's belly beginning to extend as the
pressure built up. Her screaming was deafening, incoherent pleas
intermingled with crying and babbling. Stringer saw the pepper mixture begin
to ooze out of Sal's cunt, leaking around the edge of the gun. He watched as
it gathered in a pool then, blocked by the dam walls he had built, trickled
down into her gaping asshole. Her screams increased again, reaching a
crescendo as the burning mixture hit her intestines sinking down into her
belly, drawn by gravity. The hissing from the Pepper Spray lessened and
stopped and Stringer walked away, leaving the sweating girl moaning and
sobbing.
"Well that's tonight's fun" he announced to the girls. Cath's eyes, burning
with hatred, followed him.
"Pplease, I need something to drink," her voice croaked - barely audible.
"In a minute. I need to set you up for the night, Stringer responded.
Taking his knife, he cut the fishing line holding the pipe in Sal's asshole,
then pulled out the pipe. He saw her asshole contract slowly, trapping the
burning liquid inside. He pulled out the pepper spray and threw it in a
corner. Next, he cut the elastic near each hook, leaving the hooks hanging.
Then, moving to where Sal's chains were tied, she lowered the girl until she
was the right way up, kneeling on the floor, below the place Cath was
hanging. Next he lowered Cath until her feet were firmly on the ground,
still spread. Finally, he manoeuvred Jane until she was flat on the floor,
with her legs pulled vertically in a V above her waist.
Taking three strips of flexible clear tubing, he wrapped the end of each in
duct tape. Cutting a hole in a plastic bucket, he fed the other end of one
of the tubes into it and taped it to the bucket. He hung the bucket four
inches to the left and three inches higher that Cath's head. Next, he placed
a deep tray opposite Jane and into it the girls saw him place a piece of
machinery. He attached a tube to the piece of machinery and led the tube to
the bucket hanging above Cath's head.
Satisfied, he stood back and surveyed the girls. "Now," he said. "I'm going
to leave you, but I know you're thirsty, so I'm making sure you have
adequate liquid all night." With that, he turned and forced the end of the
tube from the bucket into Cath's mouth. Rapidly, he bound it in place with
duct tape, ensuring her mouth was totally covered.
Taking another length of tube, he inserted it into Sal's mouth and similarly
bound it with duct tape. Grabbing another length of tube, he bound that into
Jane's mouth.
"Now comes the clever bit" he said with a sneer. He moved to Sal. Grabbing
the other end of the tube that led to her mouth, he moved to Cath. Quickly
he lubricated the end of the tape with WD 40, then spreading the helpless
Cath's cutlips, the pushed the end of the tube into her urinary tract,
feeding the tube in deeper and deeper until he saw the insides of the tube
run golden with Cath's piss. As he taped the tube to her cunt with duct
tape, he heard Sal coughing as she fought to swallow Cath's piss.
Moving to Jane, he similarly lubricated the tube which led to her mouth and,
grabbing a fishook dangling from Sal's cunt, opened her up. Roughly, he
shoved the tube into her piss hole, pushing until, once again, he saw the
golden fluid flow. He finished taping the tube to her and picked up a third
length of tube. Lubing the end, he thrust it into Jane's urethra. She howled
as she felt the tube inch deeper into her abdomen until at last the pressure
on her bladder stopped and she felt herself draining into the tube. Stringer
directed the tube into the flat tray.
"Now here's how it works ladies. This here's a pump, which will switch on
when the liquid in the tray reaches a certain level. It switches off when
the tray is empty. It pumps the contents up to the bucket, and of course
this give Cath the opportunity - the necessity actually - to have a drink.
Ultimately, she will share her drink by pissing out what she doesn't need,
which feeds down to Sal and Sal gets her share. Sal pisses what she doesn't
need into Jane, and Jane pisses what she doesn't need to the tray, when it
gets pumped up again to Cath. Rather neat isn't it?" He beamed. "Now I think
we need to top up the fluid levels a bit."
So saying he stood over the tray and directed a stream of piss into the
tray. Shaking himself off he wandered over to the bench and took a bottle of
tabasco sauce. Slowly, with a smile, he emptied it into the tray. Then,
switching on the pump, he watched as the reddish liquid rose up the tubes
and poured into the bucket at the top. Cath gagged and coughed as she forced
the burning mixture of piss and tabasco down her throat. "Oh, one more
thing" he laughed. "We don't want you resting in peace tonight." Stringer
opened a drawer at the bench and pulled out six alligator clips.
Methodically, he went to each girl, pulled a nipple out and snapped an
alligator clip on each. Then he snuffed out the lamp and candle and went
whistling towards the house.
Left in the darkness, Cath swore to herself. She could feel the alligator
clips biting into her nipples, the pain a dull ache that radiated out from
the orbs and washed through her whole body. She badly needed to shit and the
effort of holding it in was giving her cramps. An hour later she heard the
pump start and once more the rancid taste of piss and diluted tobasco sauce
hit the back of her throat. Unable to hold any longer, she let her bowels
go, voiding and giving blessed relief. She heard Sal, below her, and Jane,
below Sal, moan out but there was nothing they could do. And so they waited
out the night, tied up in a stinking mess, passing one to another fluid that
hourly became thicker and ranker.
Sunlight was blasting in when Stringer returned, whistling the same inane
tune. The girls saw that he was kacked, his soft and flaccid penis swinging
from left to right as he walked. He let out a low whistle when he saw the
girls. "Now looky at you, your all mussed up with dried shit an' all. Now
I'm jest goin' to have to clean you all up before we can do any work today
at all." So saying, Stringer strode over to the wall and turned on a tap.
After a couple of spurts, the girls heard a high pressure hose steady.
Stringer returned holding the hose. Methodically, he played the hose over
each girl in turn, washing the caked up shit from Sal and Jane. Moving from
girl to girl, he ripped the duct tape from their mouths and, none too
gently, tugged the tubes out of their urethras.
Switching his attention to Cath, Stringer roughly spread her ass cheeks and
hosed away the caked shit around her anus. He did the same to Sal and Jane,
then hosed the floor, washing away the accumulated debris and shit. He
turned off the hose and stacked it neatly. Stringer was nothing, if not
neat.
Roughly, he grabbed cath's hair and forced her head back, pouring milk from
a bottle in, then stuffing bread into her mouth. As she chewed, he went to
Sal and repeated the performance. Finally, he left the remainder of the milk
in a bowl, with the bread beside it, allowing Jane to lap it up like a dog,
and to pick up the bread with her mouth.
"Now you're rested and fed", he said, "we can continue with our games." From
a cupboard in the barn he brought out two trolleys. They were long and flat,
more like two boards with wheels at each corner. Chocks hung down at the
back of each wheel and Stringer tested them ensuring that they moved forward
freely, but not backwards, when the chocks locked and stopped the wheels
turning. He carefully positioned the trolleys two feet apart, facing one
another.
"Now for a little competition." Stringer laughed. "We'll think up some real
good penalties!"
Moving to Sal, he swiftly tied her legs to a spreader bar, and hooked the
spreader bar to an overhead pulley. He noticed that her nude cunt and
asshole looked red and puffy. Releasing the wrist chains he quickly locked
them together, then dragged the girl and lay her on a trolley. Quickly, he
tied a strap around her waist and locked in her arms to side clamps he
raised her legs to her chest and tied them to the top of the trolley.
Carefully he positioned her so that her ass hung over the end of the
trolley. Sal, experimenting, found that she could just touch the floor with
her hands, but other than that could not move her hands. Satisfied with his
work, Stringer moved to Cath and repeated the exercise.
At last he was satisfied, both girls were lying on a trolley, legs
spreadeagled with knees to chest, arms locked down, pinned to the trolleys,
cunt to cunt.
"Now for the rules of this competition," he announced. " In a moment I'll be
sticking a couple of dildos in you. You'll be locked together. You will be
able to move your trolleys forward but not back. You will have controls that
will allow you to increase the size of the dildos, but not decrease it. The
first one to call it quits is the loser and will suffer a punishment beyond
anything you have experienced yesterday - beyond anything you can imagine."
Taking two double headed dildos from the bench, he lubed them with WD40 and
inserted an end of one an inch into Cath's asshole. He heard her hiss in
pain as her sphincter expanded gradually to accommodate the dildo. He took
the other dildo and inserted it an inch into Cath's cunt. Then, taking hold
of Sal, he dragged her forward until her cunt and asshole touched the
dildos. Grasping both dildos in one hand to stop them moving, he moved Sal
until the dildos penetrated her cunt and ass one-inch. Eighteen inches of
dildos bridged the gap between the two girls. He handed each girl two bulbs,
one in each hand. Each bulb held by a girl led to a dildo.
"Now all you have to do is to force the other girl to give up," he said to
the two trussed females.
After a couple of moments he noticed Sal clench her ass and cunt muscles and
begin to push her hands on the floor. The trolley rolled forward, forcing
the dildos another inch into Cath's cunt and ass before she realised what
was happening and clamped her own muscles. Both girls grimaced as they
clenched their muscles and pushed with all their might. It was stalemate.
Then Sal squeezed one of the bulbs. Air rushed into the anal dildo,
expanding it a quarter inch. Cath realised what was happening and took the
opportunity to shoot a couple of squeezes into the cunt dildo. Both realized
at the same time that neither could prevent the other from pumping up the
dildos. Cath saw Sal relax and took the opportunity to propel the trolley
forward another inch, driving the dildos into Sal.
Stringer was able to monitor the progress by watching the markings he had
made on the dildos. Cath was ahead with two inches in her own body, but
three inches in Sal's. Suddenly, Sall gave two quick pumps on both dildos
and launched herself at Cath. Stringer saw the enlarged Dildos slide a full
3 inches into Cath. Slowly Cath realised her predicament. With the dildos
past the major muscles in her cunt and ass, there was no way she could use
her muscles to prevent the dildos from penetrating further. Desperately, she
tried the only way she could to win. "I'll split that bitch in two", she
thought.
Working as fast as she could, she pumped the two dildos up. They were now
starting to stretch the girls' assholes and cunts mercilessly. Sensing
Cath's desperation, Sal pushed with all her might. Four more inches slid
rapidly into Cath, Stringer saw that Cath now had a full nine inches in her
and was still pumping the dildos up. Sal had 5 inches in her now, but Strin
ger could see that she was suffering from yesterday's exercises,
particularly as her cunt and asshole expanded with the dildos.
He marvelled, twelve inches disappeared and still no-one giving up. Surely,
the dildo must be resting on Cath's cervix now - that should give her an
edge. He saw Sall grip the dildos tight and tense her muscles for a final
push. She rammed the trolley forward and Cath screamed as the dildo pushed
up into her cervix.
"Aaaagh, noooooo! I give up! Please stop!!!!!"
"Well! We have a winner! And a loser!" Stringer smiled mirthlessly. With a
swift movement he raised the chocks on the wheels of Cath's trolley and
moved it back six inches.
Cath watched him wordlessly, the fear in her rising from the pit of her
stomach to engulf her. Despite her desire not to show any weakness, she
found herself shaking and sobbing uncontrollably as the fierce pains in from
her cervix eased. She was curiously aware of the two dildos still lodged in
her cunt and ass, distending them grotesquely. She watched him take a low
table and fix it to four uprights in the floor. Like many other objects in
the barn, the table had several restraints and straps. To her surprise she
felt herself being released from the chains. She looked up in hope - only to
see Stringer holding the knife inches from her neck.
"One wrong move and your blood will be spurting all over the floor," he
hissed. Dully she got to her feet at his command. She found it difficult to
stand straight - her muscles were cramped and her body ached. He led her
over to the low table and gestured for her to get onto her knees. To her
surprise the table had two holes cut in the surface and at first she
couldn't see why they were there. She bent over the table and found that her
breasts fitted exactly into the two holes. Stringer fastened her wrists to
restraints at the side of the table. He fitted cuffs to her legs just above
the knees and she felt her legs being forced apart as he tied them tight to
the corner legs. She knew she was vulnerable and exposed - she could feel
the cool breeze on her cunt and asshole and knew that they were open for
inspection. She wondered if he would take her there. At that moment she felt
an excruciating pain as Stringer jabbed a hook through her right nipple.
Shortly afterwards, she felt an equal pain in her left nipple. She felt her
tits tugged forward as he appeared in front of her with two bits of string,
which he proceeded to tie at the back of her neck.
Stringer passed from view and she heard him ordering Sal to get up. He led
her to the side of the Barn and chained her up again. Stringer walked out.
Time passed - hours, minutes - Cath couldn't tell. Eventually Stringer came
back to the Barn and stood in front of her.
"I've brought someone to see you," Stringer said, a note of anticipation in
his voice. "Meet Zara, my Labrador bitch."
She raised her eyes and caught sight of a friendly looking dog, wagging its
tail.
"The thing about Zara," Stringer went on, "is that it's that time for her,
she's on heat. And I thought you might like to share things. You know, body
warmth, body fluids - that kind of thing." Cath watched as he chained the
dog to her wrist restraint. Then, tenderly stroking the dog and soothing it,
he turned Zara back on to Cath. Gently, he caressed the dog, stroking its
hindquarters. Cath found she couldn't take her eyes of him as his hands
moved over the dog's rump and arrived at her swollen and distended love
hole. Cath could see a lot of discharge around the dog's love hole and
watched as Stringer gently inserted two fingers in it and scooped out as
much of the discharge as he could. He moved out of her sight and then she
jumped as she felt his hands on her. She felt him part her own cunt lips and
smear the dog's fluid in and around her cunt. Then he unchained the dog and
led her out.
"Now for the boys". Cath's head snapped up to look up into the coal black
eyes of the biggest Great Dane she had ever seen. In a state of shock she
looked down the dog's body to see the most monstrous cock she had ever seen.
The dog had caught the bitch's scent and was highly aroused.
"Oh God no," she whimpered, "Not that! Not a dog! Please, no!!!". She stared
in horror as Stringer released the dog. The dog ran forward, sniffing her
face, but the scent coming from behind was too powerful. She watched as he
passed out of her vision, his long stiff cock a truncheon standing proud.
She flinched as she sensed his breath on her ass, nuzzling his nose into her
cunt to get at that wonderful aroma. She felt the dog's front paws on the
table next to her as the dog hauled its huge bulk on top of her. His wild
bucking motion started and she could feel his prick hitting her in her ass
cheeks as he stabbed blindly.
"Easy Boy," she heard Stringer say. "Let me help you".
She felt Stringers fingers prize open her cunt and then felt the dogs cock
push in a few inches. Once again the dog started humping, pushing his cock
in and out. With every second thrust she felt the dog creep a little further
forward, his cock skewering her a little deeper, until she could feel his
balls slapping the backs of her legs.
"Aaaghh no! Nooo Nooo!" she cried. She had never felt anything like it. It
was revolting, disgusting filthy. She felt humiliated, degraded, a worthless
whore. And yet, somewhere inside her a little seed of excitement burned.
"The dog has stamina", Stringer thought as the dog continued its rape of the
kneeling woman. "He's been going 10 minutes and his knot is only now
building." He watched as the dog pounded the woman, increasing its tempo as
the climax approached. He turned to look at the other two girls and noted
they were quiet, watching the tableaux in fascinated silence. He observed
that the kid's nipples were hard and smiled to himself.
Turning back to the couple in front of him he saw the dog quiver and thrust
hard into the woman. He knew that the dog's huge knot had built inside her
cunt, and if she were canine, they would now be locked together. He waited a
few moments, then freed the dog from her cunt, slipping a cup under her
cunt. The dog sat and licked his cock, enjoying the taste of his own juices
and those of the woman. Stringer watched as the combination of semen and
woman's juices leaked out of her cunt and into the cup he was holding.
Inserting his fingers into her cunt, he scraped out the last drops, then
inserted his fingers into her ass, lubricating it with the dog's cum, the
bitch's juices and her own.
He put the cup down and led the dog out of the barn.
Cath felt sick as she watched him lead the dog out. She could still feel the
hard rod of the dog pounding into her, stabbing into her cervix, and finally
filling her with his cum. She had felt the knot grow and fill her cunt with
dog meat and finally, she felt Stringer's fingers reaming her out and
lubricating her ass.
Thank God the ordeal was over.
But to her horror she heard Stringer coming back, with another dog, this
time a Rottweiler. This one, she could see was big and stocky, and the
minute he caught the scent, his cock stood out. She saw it was thick and
strong as well. Hardly comprehending, she watched as Stringer released the
dog and it bounded around the back to sniff at her nether parts. She felt
him lick her cunt and ass briefly, before she sensed his presence towering
over her. Suddenly she squirmed as she felt three fingers shove their way
roughly past her sphincter, ramming in and out, opening her. The dog was
panting, thrusting wildly. She felt the fingers pulled out of her asshole,
only to be replaced seconds later by the dog's prick. She moaned as she felt
his powerful thrusts drive his cock deeper into her ass. Spreading it wide
and probing her depths. She felt she couldn't take any more without
splitting, but still the dog inched closer, driving deeper and deeper.
Stringer watched closely as the dog's prick disappeared into Cath's rectum.
He watched on the backstroke as her sphincter muscles gripped the dog's cock
as if reluctant to let it go. The pink ring curved out along the dog's dick
and he could see the serrations of her sphincter as it held the dog snugly.
Then, on the instroke the sphincter disappeared, forced inwards as the dogs
cock disappeared further up her asshole. In and out, in and out, a trickle
of blood the only clue to the damage the dog was doing.
Stringer watched as the dog worked up its rhythm, pumping in and out. As it
moved faster its stroke shortened and it moved closer. He could see now that
the dog had buried eight inches into the woman and the movement of his cock
was very fast, but only a half inch or so.
Cath felt the dog speed up and new its climax was approaching fast. She felt
the tip of its penis exploring deep into her bowels as the dog inched
forward. The dog was real close now, and she could feel its body in constant
close contact with the top of her ass. Then, unexpectedly, the dog lunged
into her, and she felt its knot expand as it shot its load deep into her
ass. In a spasm of reaction to the unexpected hosing of her bowels, her
sphincter clamped down hard, trapping the dog's knot inside her. She felt
the dog try to move out of her, but he was locked in solid, her asshole
firmly gripping the dog.
Stringer waited patiently for the dog's penis to shrink. After 10 minutes,
the dog had shrunk enough for it to slip out of Cath's asshole. Stringer
immediately put the cup under her ass as a slimy mixture of dog cum, blood
and shit trickled out.
When the trickle stopped, Stringer moved to Cath's head. Grabbing her hair,
he savagely jerked her head back.
"Open wide, Bitch," he snarled.
As she opened her mouth to scream, he poured the contents of the cup down
her throat. Coughing and spluttering, she swallowed convulsively, allowing
the slimy mixture to slip down her throat into her belly. She started to
retch.
"Throw up her, Bitch, and I'll make you eat it up". With an effort, Cath
quelled the urge to vomit and sagged onto the table to await her fate.
After leading the dog out, Stringer returned and busied himself at the
bench. He slit open a packet and removed three sheets of coarse grade
sandpaper. Moving to the side of the barn, he taped the sandpaper, rough
edge out, about four feet high, each sheet two foot away from its neighbour.
He returned to the bench and took down a jar from the shelf. The jar was
full of a white powder, marked 'Poison - Isinglass'. He put it down and went
out to the house. Returning a few minutes later, the girls noticed that he
held a small bag of ice in his hands.
He put it down and moved to Jane. Untying her chains, he forced her to her
feet, arms outstretched above her head. She was grateful that he had not
hoisted her off her feet. Instead, he positioned her, face to the wall, four
inches above it and directly opposite one of the pieces of sandpaper he had
earlier taped to the wall. He moved to Cath, hooked her chain to her ankles
and wrists and manoeuvred her face to the wall, arms raised over her head,
next to Jane. Finally, he went over to Sal and lined her up in the same way,
next to Cath.
Stringer walked back to the ice bag and picked it up, together with the jar
of white powder. Moving to Jane, he stood just behind her, pressing his body
into hers. She could feel his turgid cock, rubbing against her ass. To her
surprise, he did not try to penetrate her. Instead, she gasped as she felt
the freezing cold ice bag pressed against her left breast. Instatntly, her
nipple sprang to attention, standing long and proud out from her breast. She
felt Stringer grab her tit, behind the nipple, pushing it out yet further.
Dropping the ice bag, he grabbed the jar of white powder and thrust her
nipple into it, coating it with the powder. He put down the jar, picked up
the ice and repeated the pocess on her right nipple. Then she saw him do the
same thing to Cath, and then to Sal. Without a further word, he walked out
of the barn, taking the ice and powder with him.
"I wonder what that was all about?" Sal said. She wasn't long in finding
out. Moments later her nipples began to itch like crazy. "Oh shit, he's put
itching powder on them," she moaned.
All three girls were twisting and writhing, their sensitive nipples itching
beyond all belief. Cath thrust herself against the wall rubbing her nipples
against the rough sandpaper. Following her lead, the other two did likewise.
Scraping their tits up and down, then side to side, they got some relief,
but seconds later the itching started again. In desperation, Sal thrust her
tits against the sandpaper, mashing them, twisting and rubbing to relieve
the crazing itch.
Two hours later, Stringer returned to the Barn. He checked the girls. All
three sets of sandpaper were streaked with blood and white powder. The three
pairs of nipples were bleeding profusely and the breasts surrounding them
were rubbed red and raw. Stringer noticed that the girls had managed to
spread the itching powder to the rest of their tits by rubbing them on the
sandpaper. He brought the hose over and turned the full force of the water
onto the girls' bodies, washing off the blood and powder from their swollen,
raw breasts. One by one, he rubbed a handful of salt over each raw breast.
Cath shrieked and passed out from the pain, Cath screamed but stayed
conscious as the salt bit into the raw wounds. As he approached her, Jane
voided her bowels in fear. To no avail. Ruthlessly, Stringer rubbed the salt
over the girl's tits.
"Now let's see," Stringer said, "Who hasn't had some real fun yet? Oh yeah,
the Kid." He grinned at Jane.
He grabbed the hosepipe and washed away the shit from around Jane's feet.
Then, moving to her chains, he lifted her two inches off the ground and
spread her legs as far as they would go. Moving to the tap, he turned the
hose pressure down to a fast trickle. Returning to Jane, he parted her ass
cheeks with his left hand, and with his right forced the nozzle of the
hosepipe through her resisting sphincter and deep into her asshole. He
watched as Jane twisted and squirmed to try to eject the invading nozzle,
but he easily held it in.
He watched and listened to her cries. He noted her belly beginning to
distend and her cries of pain change to screams of agony as her bowels
filled with the cold water and began to cramp. Roughly he pulled out the
hose nozzle, which was followed by a stream of shit and water. When the foul
river slowed to a drop or two, he roughly shoved the nozzle back into Jane's
rectum. Again she screamed and Stringer watched until her bowels were
filled. This time he left it a bit longer to stretch her carrying capacity,
before pulling out the nozzle and freeing a stream of somewhat cleaner
water. Two more times he repeated the process until he was certain that the
water being expelled was spotless.
Jane hung exhausted. Her tits felt like they were on fire, the salt burned
the raw flesh. She felt her chains being tightened and, inch by inch, she
was raised off the floor. She was aware of the chains holding her ankles
tightening and gradually her legs were forced aver further apart until the
tendons stood out and they would split no further. She sensed, rather than
heard, Stringer behind her, until she felt him spreading her ass cheeks.
Then she grunted in pain as she felt the nozzle of the hosepipe being forced
into her anus, past her clinging sphincter muscle. She spasmed as she felt
the trickle of cold water begin to fill her bowels. More and more water
trickled in, forcing her bowels to expand outwards. She sensed the water
being forced by pressure deeper into her body. Her bowels ached and cried
out for relief and she heard herself moaning and pleading with the man to
stop. Suddenly, he pulled the nozzle out and instantly she felt the contents
of her bowel flood out onto the floor, bringing her blessed relief. But no
sooner had she done expelling all the water than she felt the nozzle being
inserted once more.
Stringer washed off the floor with the hose, then placed the low table under
the girl. Quickly, he strapped a belt to her waist, a thick metal-stuuded
belt with a ring at either side. Forcing the girl's stomach in, he cinched
the belt as tight as he could. He lowered her onto the table, then forced
her knees up to her chest. Releasing her wrist manacles, he had her place
her hands between her legs, then attached each wrist shackle to a piece of
rope leading to a spreader bar which he positioned behind her back. Slowly
he tightened each of the wrist ropes, which had the effect of drawuing
Jane's arm back, simultaneously forcing her leg back and outward. He forced
her arms back until they were almost touching the spreader bar, and he saw
that her legs were splayed and tight, framing her pubic mound, which was
open and available.
Attaching the hand chains to the rings in the belt, he began to raise her
off the table. As he did so, she began to tilt forward off her back and
become more upright, resting on her exposed cunt. He cranked on the chains
until she hung two inches above the table, and then marked an X on the
position in the table directly below her open cunt. Satisfied, he raised her
a little further, until she was about a foot above the table.
Swinging above the table in an awkward and cramped position, Jane watched
the man and wondered what he would do next. She saw him go to the bench and
take a large piece of Sandpaper from a machine near the bench and watched
curiously as he cut a strip an inch wide and some 18 inches long. He shucked
off his shirt and then pulled down his pants, taking his underwear with it.
She gasped as his prick bounced free - it was long and thick. He moved over
to her and began to play with her pussy, and in spite of herself she could
feel herself getting wet.
"Aah, still a virgin. Excellent" he remarked as his probing finger hit an
obstruction.
But her eyes remained glued to his cock as she saw it grow to a massive
diameter and length. He stopped playing with her and she watched with a
growing sense of horror as he wound the length of sandpaper, rough side out,
round and round his cock, like a yellow turban, until only the engorged head
remained uncovered. She saw that it had the effect of maintaining and
enhancing his erection. She watched him as he taped the end of the
sandpaper, holding it in place.
She expected that he would fuck her next, so she was surprised when instead
he grabbed her and usine a long broomstick between the chains, twisted her
round. He twisted her round a full circle, then carried on twisting her
round and round. As he twisted her round she noticed the chains were
shortening and that she was deing drawn up towards the roof of the barn.
Finally, she felt Stringer stop as the chain was fully wound, and she found
that she was looking down on him from a height of three or four feet. She
watched as he jammed the stick against the roof and table, maintaining her
in the position.
She saw him sit down on the table, then carefully position his ass over the
X he had marked so that his cock was directly over the spot. He lay back and
she saw his hand move to the massive erect cock, encased in sandpaper, lying
along his belly, and start to lift it to the perpendicular position,
standing proud from his body. With gut-wrenching fear she watched as his
other hand gripped the broomstick and yanked it free of the chains.
Slowly, she felt herself begin to turn. Slowly at first, then with
increasing speed she spun round; the room was becoming a blur as she spun
still faster.
Stringer watched as the girl began to spin. He saw her hair fly out and her
breasts swell, as the centrifugal force affected her body. He watched
carefully as her spinnng cunt inched towards his erect cock, waiting to
impale her. Then it was there. He felt her body touch the tip of his cock -
"Damn, slightly off the mark," he thought. But the force of her body and the
spinning motion guided his cock into her hole. Then he felt a slight
resistence and heard her scream as the spining screwing motion forced his
cock into her, ripping her hymen. Then another scream as her body reached
the sandpaper and it began to rub her cunt walls. He thought that her hymen
would be totally gone now, harshly scrubbed off by the sandpaper. Still her
cunt spiralled down on his shaft until, with her cunt an inch above his
pelvis, the chain unwound, overwinding a quarter turn and flinging her back
again. He looked down at his cock disappearing into the teenager's cunt and
thrust up into her, feeling his balls boil and his jism come spurting out.
He lay back and impassivley watched the girl as she hung there crying, a
mixture of cum and blood seeking out of her raw cunt.
As expected, the sandpaper stil held his cock super erect and, lifting Jane
slightly, he slipped his cock out of her, noticing how she fliched as the
rough sandpaper scored the walls of her cunt. He loosened the belt slightly,
which had the effect of tilting Jane a little more backwards, and once again
he started to twist her, winding her up towards the roof once again. As soon
as she had reached the fulest extent he could wind her, he once again jammed
the broomhandle into the chain, locking her in position. Aghast, she watched
as, once again, he positioned his ass over the X and brought his still-erect
cock to the attention.
Once again she felt the broom handle jerked away and the room begin to spin
around. The combination of her fear and the spinning room made her feel
nauseous and she was had put to control the urge to vomit. The room spun
round faster and faster and she could sense the mixture of blood and semen
being sprayed around her as it bled out of her cunt and was flung around the
room. Lower and lower she sank until she once again felt the tip of
Stringer's cock. A wave of terror hit her as she felt his cock touching -
not her cunt - but her asshole! Her sphincter resisted for a brief second
before her twisting, screwing motion forced the man's penis into her
asshole. It was slightly lubricated by her juices but she could feel the
burning sensation as the cock penetrated still further. As if in slow motion
she felt her spincter forced open by the head of his cock and then slip over
the head and grip onto the sandpaper-encased cock. Lightning bolts of agony
speared through her bowels as her ass walls were scraped and rubbed raw.
Again his whole length penetrated her before she came to rest. This time the
exercise had not caused him to ejaculate. He began thrusting his hips up and
down, forcing his cock up and down her poop shute, simultaneously twisting
her from left to right, so that his cock was performing a corkscrew motion
up and down her asshole.
She felt the speed and pressure build until at last he exploded into her
with another huge climax.
Gradually, the haze of lust cleared and he became aware of the other girls
shouting at him to stop.
"Please, please, stop, no more, we'll pay you anything. Only don't torture
us any more." Sal begged him.
"The only thing that will stop me from giving you a slow, lingering, painful
death, is your videotaped confession." He snarled in reply.
"OK, OK, we'll do it - anything." She wailed.
Slowly, reluctantly, he picked up the hose and directed it over Jane and
himself, washing away the blood and semen. He was careful to insert the hose
into her vagina, washing out the remains of his semen, then repeating the
process by thrusting the nozzle into her ravaged rectum. He turned off the
hose and dressed himself. Leaving the barn, he returned a few moments with
some old clothes that looked like they had come from a charity box. One by
one he untied the girls, allowed them to dress, then tied them again with
their hands behind their backs.
He sat them on a bench, chained their feet to it, and then left the barn,
returning with a videocamera.
"OK," he said. "I want the full story - how, why when, how you set up the
alibi and details of where you have stashed the stuff you sold." It was an
hour before he was satisfied. He took the video recorder away and came back
with a tray of food and water.
He held them for another three days, before slipping some more Rohypnol in
their food. Waiting until they were fast asleep, he loaded them into the
Chevy and returned to where the VW Van still stood. Checking carefully that
no one was in site, he put the girls into the van, removed their cuffs, and
drove off. At the next town, he stopped by the public call box and made a
call.
Stringer opened the door to the same Detective he had spoken to a few weeks
ago.
He smiled, "Come in Detective Sirocco, you have some news for me?"
Sirocco moved in without smiling. "Well we caught those girls what murdered
your wife, and we've got a taped confession. Turns out that the padre who
was giving them an alibi, was fucking them and they threatened to spill the
beans unless he covered for them. They'll fry or they'll get life."
He frowned. "But they had some weird story about being tortured. Do you mind
if I ask you a few questions?"
Stringer shrugged. "Sure, why not?"
"Do you own a farm?"
"No."
"Do you own any dogs?"
"Nope"
"Where were you on Friday of last week?"
"Well I was in London, England, taking the train from there to Paris,
France." He threw a parcel of documents over to the detective. "I was just
sorting these out."
The Detective picked up his passport, and checked through it carefully. Then
he picked up the airline tickets and read those. Finally, he looked through
a pile of photos, paying particular attention to one taken of Stringer under
the Waterloo Station departure board, with the date and time last Friday
clearly showing.
"I really needed the break after the past traumatic months," Stringer went
on.
"That's OK, Sir - we understand." Sirocco stood up and turned to leave.
"Thanks for your help, Sir, and good luck"
Stringer watched the detective walk down the path with a smile playing over
his lips. Having an identical twin brother had its advantages.
The end...
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