The Date

 

Stories should be considered X rated and should not be read by minors.  Age is dependent on country and municipality.

 

Warning:  If you don’t like Dolcett, mutilation…  you probably don’t need to read this.

 

STORY 1 – The Date

You’ve dated this guy only a couple of times, and you’re wondering if it’s been a couple of times too many.   He creeps you out.   But he does have money.  A lots of money.   And he knows people.   So when he asked if you wanted to go to an exclusive downtown club you thought, what the heck.

As usual he doesn’t pick you up, you must go meet him.  You usually drive but this time he insists that you take a cab.  Something about parking being horrendous around the club.   As the cab pulls up you see him standing by the door talking to the bouncer.  They appear to be best friends.  Who knows and who cares.  You just want to get inside.  Once inside you’ve decided he’s history.

As you walk towards the door the bouncer slips your date a large roll of cash.  Hmmm.  ‘Maybe I won’t ditch him.  At least not tonight.’ you muse.

‘Hey babe’ he calls out.  ‘You look beautiful tonight.   Love that dress!

He better!  He all but demanded that you wear it.   Low cut and strapless you figured it would come in use one you ditched him.

‘Hey honey.  Sexy enough for ya?  Not too much, is it?’  Actually too little.  It showed a lot of your tits and ass.  Both excellent assets.

As a dinner and dance club, the Dungeon had quickly become everyone’s favorite.  Both for the food and the entertainment.   You look away from the bouncer as he stares at your breast.  Definitely not your type.  As you walk in you give the place a once over.  ‘Nothing really to get excited about, must be the entertainment’ you whisper to yourself.

The maître de takes you directly to your table.  As he pulls the chair out for you, you notice that he’s also staring at your breast.   ‘Does everyone here have a tit fetish’ you wonder?

Then the waiter almost magically appears.  Your date asks for a bottle of wine and some appetizers.  You think you hear the waiter whisper to your date ‘Hope she tastes as good as she looks..’  ‘WHAT!’ you think…

After the third glass of wine you’re ready to eat.   The wine is having a strange effect;  the room seems to be spinning first to the left and then to the right.  You hope that some food would help.  And you think ‘Good thing I did take that cab.’

‘Dear, can we please order now?’ you ask.  ‘I really need something to eat.’

His reply shocks you.  ‘Eat?  Dear, you don’t eat tonight.  You get eaten.  If you’re lucky.  If not, you’ll be a sex slave for the rest of your short life.’  Then you black out…

You wake up about an hour later, lying on what appears to be a shiny aluminum table.  Missing is your dress.  Actually, all of your clothes are gone.  You try to move but can’t.  Your body refuses your one wish – to run!  You notice that someone drew lines all over your body.

‘What’s this, these lines’ you ask the gal standing beside you.  She was wearing a tight latex body suit. Shiny black.  Zippered crotch.  Nice round boobs fully exposed.  And a dog collar around her neck.  A thought crosses your mind. ‘Now this is the Dungeon.’

The girl smiles and then speaks. ‘You don’t know what’s going on, do you.  The butcher was here trying to decide how to get the best pieces of meat, the best steaks from that body of yours.’ Realization sets in – ‘They are going to eat me.’  The girl continues. ‘There’s a lot of bids in on your breast meat.  Followed up by your thighs.  They would make some fantastic rump roasts and ground round.’

You yell at the girl – ‘Someone is going to make hamburgers out of me?!?’

‘Why sure’ she says. ‘They should be fantastic!  But don’t worry, you’re not dead yet.  Some of us want you butchered so we can take you home and eat you at our pleasure.  Others want you cooked and served tonight.  And there’s a few that want to give you a fighting chance.’  You think – ‘How can I have a fighting chance if I can’t even move.’

You look around the room. On the far wall there’s everything you would expect to see at a butcher shop.  Knives.  Butcher block.  And a huge meat grinder.  On the other wall there’s a walk-in freezer with glass doors –‘Guess they want to scare me to death’ as you see female bodies hanging from ass hooks.  Headless female bodies…

Suddenly your date appears.  ‘No need to get up dear’ he says with a devilish grin.  ‘You couldn’t if you wanted to.  That bottle of wine contained a neuro blocker – should keep you paralyzed for about five hours.  But don’t’ worry.  It doesn’t block any of the sensations you will experience.  And it’s selective in that it still allows you to talk and move your eyes.’

‘Why?  Why are you doing this?’ you ask.

He stares at you – ‘You ask why?  Maybe because you and I weren’t going to work out.  Or you have this fantasy of being eaten.’ ‘How did he know that?’ you wonder.  ‘Or maybe it’s because I want to play with your body and eat your flesh.  Then it could be the $5,000 I got selling you.’

‘You sold me!’ you yell.  ‘Me!’

‘Darling – I couldn’t help myself’ he replies with smirk on his face.  ‘Would you pass up $5.000?’

‘But you can’t get away with it!’ you yell back.

He stares in your eyes – ‘We already have, you slut.  You died in a horrible car crash while driving here to meet me.  I hear the body is burned beyond recognition.  It’s a shame.  The family can’t even have an open casket for you funeral.’

You stutter.  ‘The, the cabbie.  He’ll remember dropping me off.  He’ll remember.’

‘Oh, you mean Fred’ as he points to a figure standing in the doorway.  ‘He works for us.  He’s one of the many who have bids on you breast meat.’

You try to move, but can’t.  “You just can’t do this to me!‘ you sob.

‘The cunt can cry.  Dear, it’s done.  The only question is – how.’   He starts pacing back and forth.  ‘We are going to give you a chance.  Well, sort of.  There are three envelopes on the table.  A red one, a blue one and a yellow one.  One says you die tonight.  Either cooked or butchered.  That happens almost immediately after the envelope is opened.  That is after we clean you out and fuck you hard a few times.’

‘Great! They eat me and all I get out of it is a few fucks’

He continues.  ‘One envelope states that we eat you after you have fun in our playroom.  Okay, we have the fun.  Such a nice body.  The third envelope – you don’t die.  But you become a permanent fixture somewhere.  George wants to bury you in concrete about up to here’ He touches your upper thigh.  ‘Legs would be spread.  Need access if you’re going to be a fucking station.  And our dairy farmer wants to milk you for about ten years.  Then butcher you.  So, as you can see all is not lost.’  He smiles at you.’

‘Great.  Either I die or I die.  Wonderful choices.’  You yell out ‘I pick the yellow envelope!’

‘Are you sure dear?  The yellow one?’  He has a huge grin on his face.

‘Yes Chad.  The yellow one you asshole!’

‘Well.  I can tell you one thing.  You have at least a few hours to live.  Time to go to the playroom’ as he picks you up and carries you to the door.  “Pick a number one to ten.’

‘Why?’ you ask.  You’re going to have your way with me no matter what I pick.  So tell me why?’

‘Did I hear you pick five.  Cool.  Maybe you won’t live long after all.  You get to take a ride on our Spanish Donkey.  It has a bad habit of splitting people in two.’

They bring you to what looks a something a gymnast would use.  Except it isn’t.  It’s a long v-wedge sitting on top of two posts.  The top edge gleams in the dull light.  It must be sharp.  You wonder what they will do next.  Unfortunately, you don’t have long to wait.  They first tie your hands behind your back.  Then they pick you up and center your cunt on that gleaming edge.  And it doesn’t stop there.  They attach ankle cuffs.  The ropes to the cuffs appear to go to an electric winch.

‘This is so you won’t fall over dear’ as they place a noose around your neck and tighten it.

‘The bastard was right’ you say to no one in particular.  ‘I do feel all of the sensations.  Damn him!’

One of the female cunts comes over and attaches clamps to your nipples.  ‘This is going to hurt a little babe’  She finishes fastening the clamps by pushing a pin through your nipple to the other side of the clamp.  ‘This prevents the clamps from pulling free.  Your nipple or your breast will go first.’

‘What fun’ you think.  You follow the ropes attached to the clamps to a pulley on the ceiling and down to another winch.  ‘They’re going to pull me both ways!’

Your date, Chad strolls over.  ‘Well, we’ll see what your cunt is made of.’  He smiles.  ‘This winch’ he points to the winch pulling at your ankles ‘will pull you down about an inch every 10 minutes.  Meanwhile, your nipples will be pulled up about two inches every 10 minutes.  We can let the winches run until you’re split and titless.  Or we could stop them.  Need to think about this one over a drink.’  As he walks away he points to the female cunt ‘Turn them on’

The pain slowly increases as your body is pulled down.  For a while there wasn’t any blood.  Now you see an occasional spurt.  Your tits are faring far worse.  Both tits are stretched with the nipples pointing to the ceiling.  A small flow of blood is now running down the sides of your breast, down your cleavage and onto your clit.

‘Guess he’s still drinking that drink’ you say to the female cunt.

She walks over to you with a smile and starts licking the blood off your breasts. ‘Your blood is so good!  Lots of iron.  Shame you won’t need it in about an hour.  But then again, I do need some ground round.  And you do taste sooo good…’

All the sudden the winches stop.  Your tits are no longer stretched.  The pain in your pelvis slowly disappears.  ‘Is there a god?’  You look over and see Chad.  “That’s definitely no god’ you murmur.

‘Couldn’t let you die without having some fun with my favorite girl.  Okay, you got me.  My favorite body.  Would have been here sooner but had to get that second drink, happy hour and all.’

You stare at him thinking ‘I’m being pulled apart and you had to stop to get that second drink?’

‘We’re going to take you to the table.’

You start thinking about the table in the butcher room.  ‘I thought you wanted me to live a bit longer’

‘No, not that table dear.  Basically, it’s the table where they can do anything to you but kill you.  Of course, it could be an accidental death.  They do play with some nasty things.  If you’re lucky, maybe you will be fucked a couple of times.  Something to look forward to. First we need to take care of those cuts.  Can’t have you leak blood all over the place, now can we.’

The gently take you off the donkey and haul you off the med station.  There they cauterize your wounds, give you two shots, one for each breast, and then pour some water down your throat.  ‘They can split, butcher and cook me but they don’t want me go thirsty.  There’s some sense in that I suppose.’

They then carry you to ‘the’ table.  It is a table, of sorts.  It looks like it has a lot of places to mount their toys.  ‘This is going to be fun’ you think sarcastically.

‘First we’re going to have you take the doggie position.  We’ll strap down your calves, and your wrists.  To keep you upright we will string a harness under your waist and attach it to the ceiling.’  You thought you recognized that voice.  ‘It’s that female cunt again.  Wonder if she’s back for more blood’ you muse.

In no time you are on all fours ready for the fun.  You hear people all around you, but you have no idea what they’re thinking of doing.  The first sign is when you feel needle pricks on you breast. ‘My breast.  Always my breast.  What do they see in them’ you wonder.  The pricks don’t feel bad. ‘Maybe they’re performing acupuncture.  God knows my poor breast need it.’

Then suddenly you feel a stabbing pain in one breast.  ‘Hope you like pain’ It’s that fucking cunt again.  ‘I’m pushing a needle though both of your breast, at the base.  Once done I’ll hang 20 pounds of weights on the needle, between your breasts.’

‘Hey you cunt’ you yell.  ‘Isn’t there an easier way to get more blood than this?  Or is this just because you can’

‘Don’t worry you whore’ the cunt yells back.  ‘There’s the needle that goes through both nipples.  And the weight is forty pounds.  I should get enough blood from that.’

And she was right.  Once again blood leaked out of your nipples.  And once again she was licking  and sucking your nips.

Why this was going on, someone, maybe more than one decided to fuck you.  And fuck you hard.  You never felt such a pounding like that before.  Whoever he was, he was big.  ‘More!’ you beg.  And more you got.

Then something was jammed in your ass.  It was pushed deeper and deeper.  Then suddenly you felt it pulsating.  If felt like your ass was being fucked.  “What’s that?’ you ask no one in particular.  The female cunt stopped sucking for a minute and looked back.

‘They put an electrosex probe down your ass.  About forty inches worth.  Enjoy it while you can.’

‘Forty inches!’ you said not believing what you heard.

‘Yep, I said forty dear.  The benefits of the drug.’

An unknown voice adds ‘We’re about to go in about six feet.  Never gone in that far before.  You should feel euphoric.  And horny.’  As they push it in further your whole body begins to tremble.  A feeling you never felt before,  A good feeling.

Well, all good things must come to an end.  You feel the probe being removed.  And no one is fucking you.  ‘Damn’ you think.  ‘I’m going to die. You think they could play around more than that!’

The female cunt stops sucking your blood and proclaims ‘It’s time to roll the bitch over.’  She takes the needles out selecting the method most painful in doing so.  The straps are remove and suddenly you’re flipped on your back facing the ceiling.  And the female cunt.  The med crew comes over and cauterizes your tits one more time.  And then they receive the same two shots.

The cunt stares in your face and smiles ‘Don’t worry dear.  I’ll still get some of your blood.  I’ll just do it the old fashioned way using an IV.’  And where does she put the IV – in your left breast.  Talking about a tit fetish. She also connects an IV to each breast to deliver fluids.  A milky color.  She sees you staring at the tubes and remarks ‘This will help tenderize your breast should we decide to cook tonight.  If not, you’ll have bigger breast.  A plus either way’

You feel someone pulling your legs apart and fingering your clit.  Your try to raise your head to see what’s going on, but with no success.  The fingering stops and suddenly the pounding begins.  ‘So, I’m being fucked again’

Yes and no’ says miss cunt girl.  ‘It’s a fucking machine.  These idiots want you to cum every minute.  My thoughts.  It’s a waste of time.  They should use that machine on me and not a dead whore  like yourself.’  She glances over to her wine glass filling up with your blood.  ‘Time for a drink.  My toast to you – I’ll think of you for about a week or so when eating hamburgers.’  She downs the glass of blood and sets it back on the table, placing the IV tube back in.

Meanwhile the fucking machine is doing its’s job.  You find yourself cuming about every minute.  You thought that would be impossible.  Every minute?  But know you have proof.  About an hour’s worth of proof.

Someone binds your breast with what looks like two large clamps.  Once turned on they slowly grow smaller.  And like everything else, its causes discomfort and pain as they squeeze your breast more and more.

‘Cunt girl isn’t going to like this!’ you yell.  ‘You’ll be cutting off her blood supply.’ Unable to look at your tits, you can only imagine what they now look like.  Like two blue mountains.

You find Chad staring into your eyes.  ‘Couldn’t let you leave the table without taking time playing with you.  See this, it’s called the Pear of Anguish.  It has the ability to make itself bigger.  What you do is stuff it in someone and turn it on.’  He disappears walking towards your feet.  The fucking machine is turned off and removed.  Then you feel another cold object jammed in.

Chad grins. ‘Soon it will fill your cunt.  It will keep growing pushing against the walls.  And then if you’re unlucky, your cunt will rupture.  That will take about thirty minutes.  I’ll see you in forty.’.

Chad always knew how to ruin fun.  So.  You now have a pear n your cunt the will cause it explode.  Your tits are being squeezed to death and are probably a deep purple by now.  And cunt girl is drinking liberal amounts of your blood.  What’s missing.  As though someone was reading your thoughts two nipple clamps arrive.  They are placed on you nips, tightened, and turned on.  Like the breasts you nipples are now getting the same treatment as the clamps get tighter and tighter.

You lie there wondering ‘So. Is my cunt going to explode first.  Or are my breasts going to be torn from my body before that.  Is cunt girl going to drink me dry?  Or are the nipple clamps going to pop my nips off of my tits’

You find yourself lying there wishing you could at least move your head.  Staring at the ceiling you wonder why you. ‘I can’t believe Chad would do this… Let my pussy explode.  Wonder what will happen first.  Pussy, nips or tits?  Guess it really doesn’t matter.’  That’s about that time you see cunt girl running towards your feet.  You whisper, ‘I guess she wants a good seat.’  Suddenly you feel the pear being pulled from your cunt.  ‘I guess you’re not all that bad.’

To your surprise she says – ‘Don’t you begin to think I did that as a favor for you!  Girl, do you know what happens if your cunt explodes?  Do you?  It means there is no more ground round.  No more hamburgers for me.  Your meat will be poisoned and anything below your waist would have been thrown away.  Or fed to the piranha.  And I’ll be damned if I’m going to lose a months’ worth of prime hamburger meat to some damn fish!  Now your nips are a completely different story.  I would love to see those nipples just pop off.  I have money on that happening.  My guess is that those nipples will travel at least eleven feet.  Maybe further.’

She’s now staring into your eyes.  ‘Unfortunately, Chad told me to remove both the tit restraints and the clamps.  I so much wanted to see those buggers pop.’  She turns off the clamps, opens them partially and yanks them off.’

‘Thanks for doing it painlessly’ you say sarcastically.

‘No problem dear.  No problem at all’ as she picks up another wine glass full of your blood.  ‘This is sooo good.  You should try some.’  She dips her finger in the blood and lets it drip into your gaping mouth.’

As you lick your lips you realize she’s right. ‘Damn this is good’ you say to yourself.  Looking at cunt girl you ask ‘So.  What’s next?’

‘Well you cow, it seems that you’re approaching the five-hour mark.  We can’t let that drug wear off so it will be shot time.  And man, does it hurt!  Let me show you.’  She grabs a syringe off a tableside tray and jams the needle in your tit.  ‘Can’t let this guy have all the fun’ as she grabs another syringe and jams it into your other tit.

She’s right.  It is damn painful.  ‘Why does everything have to involve my tits?’ you ask, tears streaming towards the table.

‘Well’ she exclaims.  ‘Tit meat is only second to burger beef on my list of preferences.  Guess you can call me a tit n ass type of gal.’  She looks back and gives you an evil smile.  ‘Chad will be here shortly.  You’re going to have to make some choices my cow.  And believe me, you don’t want him to make ‘em.  He seems to want you dead.’

It seems like forever when Chad finally arrives.  Chad and his entourage.  ‘Having fun my dear?’ he says sarcastically.  ‘Told you this would be a fun place.  We have rides that you wouldn’t believe.  And now it’s time for you to pick what the next one is.  If you want to get it over with I would recommend the circular saw.  It makes a nice clean cut starting with your cunt.  I’m told you’ll live through most of the experience.  Again, thanks to the drug.’

You swear to yourself ‘Fucking drug!’

Chad continues… ‘Another option is to be drawn and quartered, another favorite of mine.  We don’t use horses. But the machines do an excellent job.  People have been known to last for days. And Debbie ‘he glances at cunt girl ‘doesn’t have any issues with it.  All the meat remains good.  There’s the guillotine or we can simply impale you.  There’s are dozens of ways to do that.  And In most cases, you will remain alive for at least five days.’

He takes a deep breath.  “Now, if you want to hold on to that false hope of yours.  That you will survive this, then there’s the rack, bed of nails, the wheel, dart board, the sex station, and the milking station to name just a few.  However, my favorite and what I would personally recommend is to be drawn and quartered.  Why put off the inevitable?’

After a slight sigh, he continues ‘I tell you what.  So you won’t feel like you’re missing out on something we can butcher and cook one of your arms.  And then for a last meal feed you your own meat.  You can taste what others will be enjoying after you’re gone.  More than fair I think. So.  What is it going to be?’

You’re tired of the whole thing and are beginning to wonder if he’s right.  ‘Why put off the inevitable.  ‘If I’m going to die, why not now’ you say to yourself.  ‘No need to put myself through all of this’

Out of nowhere a little voice whispers in your ear.  It’s cunt girl, commonly known as Debbie.  ‘He never read the contents of the envelope.  How does he know what your fate is?’

You think back to what now feels like an eternity. ‘She’s right.  He didn’t!  But why is she helping?  Is it still all about a months’ worth of hamburgers?’  I hate to ruin your day Chad, but I want to go to…’

‘The dart board’ cunt girl interrupts, grinning from ear to ear.

Chad looks your direction.  ‘The dart board’ as you verify Debbie’s wish.

‘The dart board it is. Hope you know what kind of pain you’re going to put yourself through.’ Chad walks out of the room.

Well.  It doesn’t take long before you know exactly what cunt girl is up to.  She is the dart champion of the Dungeon.  Her record – she has hit the bullseye twenty out of twenty tries.  The bullseye – your nipples.  It appears that she wants to play with your body more than Chad does.

They wheel you over to the dart wall where they prepare the board – they paint it on you.  Unlike most dartboards there are two bullseyes, one on each nipple.  And as Chad warned, while the darts won’t kill you they will hurt.  The shaft is two inches long from the point to the body of the dart. So. The most it can enter your body is about two inches.  Still a chilling thought.  More chilling.  You wear a helmet to protect your eyes.  You will never know what’s coming until it’s too late. As if you could do anything about it anyways.

The judge reminds the staff that today is going to be a special match.  Ten darts are added per turn.  And a third bullseye is added to the target.  Your clit.  The staff lays you down on the floor, legs spread and adds the final bullseye.

‘Damn drug’ you swear.  Once done they prop you up against the wall and you immediately slump to one side.

It’s finally time.  They attach the cuffs on your ankles.  Chains from the ankles are anchored to rings embed to the base of the wall.  As always you find your legs spread wide.  Nothing new here.  They then attach the cuffs to your wrists and hoist your body up.  Tight against the wall.  The judge comes by and checks to make sure your body can’t move.  It doesn’t.

Then cunt girl walks up with your helmet. ‘You are a dumb cow’ she starts laughing.  ‘When are you ever going to learn?  Whatever I do is for me.  Not you.’

‘I definitely remember now’ you whisper.

She puts the helmet over your head and locks it on.  Not only does it protect the eyes, but it keeps the head from slumping over.

You hear the announcer list the contestants for today’s match.  Ten in all, Thirty darts per contestant.  A total of three hundred darts flying your way. ‘Can’t be that bad’ you hope.  Again, you’re proven wrong.

The first contestant decides to try hitting your clit first.  A couple are high, in the stomach.  One bounces off your pelvic bone.  Two are firmly planted in your thighs.  And two hit the bullseye dead center.  He or she did better with your tits.  Six hit the bullseye on each side.  Two are a little off to the side in the breast.  Five hit your cleavage and bounce off.  You only hope that it was cunt girl throwing, but deep done inside you know it isn’t.

About the same happens with the next eight contestants.  You take a deep breath.  ‘Here comes trouble.’

You can almost feel the evil emanating from her.  ‘Could she be the devil?’ you wonder.  Then it hits. The first dart hits the right nipple.  The second the clit.  The third the left nipple.  She rotates bullseyes the next twenty-seven shots.  All hit your nipples or your clit.  She gets a perfect score.

You hear her walking in front of you ‘Told you, you cow.  I only do things for myself.  Remember that!’  She pulls the thirty darts from your body.

You find yourself thinking ‘Wait for it.  Wait for it.  Wait for it….’

She starts licking the dripping blood from your nipple.  ‘Well.  Looks like we won’t need to tenderize those nipples any, you cow.  And sucking them is going to hurt like hell.  See what I mean?’ as she sucks real hard on your right nip.

It finally sinks in.  ‘I’m only a piece of meat.  A piece of meat to be consumed by these crazies.’

They take you to the med unit for the appropriate care.  A bit of cauterizing here.  Some of the magic cream there.  Always a couple of shots in the tits.  And every once in a while someone would come by to give you a friendly screw.  And let’s not forget the neuro block.  You finally find yourself getting use to the life of a limp fish.

Two days pass before you see that devilish grin.  Chad.  “Damn’ you think.  ‘Can’t he leave a person to suffer in peace.’

‘I told you, didn’t I dear.  There is no out for you.  It’s going to happen today, tomorrow, or next week.  But it’s going to happen.  You’re going to find yourself in a pot of boiling water or over a red-hot fire.  You’re the one who’s at fault for what you’re going through today.  If you took my advice Debbie would have her hamburger meat.  We would have had a great feast eating that voluptuous body of yours.  And you wouldn’t be lying here in pain.’

If you could move you would beat him over the head with a hammer.  Stick him with needles.  Set him on fire.  ‘What do you want me to say, Chad.  That I give up?  That will never happen’ you say with a new sense of purpose.  ‘I’m assuming you’re here to talk about the next game.  Let’s do it!’

This time the choice isn’t yours.  They’ve ruled out the cow farm for now.  ‘Her nipples need to heal for at least a week.’ says cunt girl proudly.  ‘We did her good, not that she wasn’t deserving of what she got.  Just wish I had another thirty darts!’

Good old cunt girl.  Everything’s about her hamburger meat, your rump and thighs.

They come to you and announce that it’s time for the rack.  Cunt girl whispers in your ear ‘I tried to help you out.  Give you time to recover.  This is the best I could come up with.  There are some positives – you get screwed for about twenty-four hours straight.’

‘So, this does have some perks’ as you display a small smile.  ‘Screwed for twenty-four hours straight?  Is that a Ripley’s record?’

Of course, she forgot to tell you the negatives.  You haven’t had food for a couple of days.  Not good as far as the Dungeon is concerned.  They wheel you to a prep area where the first hang you from the ceiling by your ankles.  A nice size tube is snaked down your ass.   Looks like twenty feet worth if not more.  Then they turn on the freezing water.

‘Need to clean you out.  Can’t have you shitting everywhere.  This tube goes all the way up to your stomach.  So, you might have a full feeling for a while’

After a thorough rinse they pull out the tube and insert a plug in your ass.  Once in they inflate it to about twice its original size.  You feel full. But it’s also a very sensual feeling.

A staff member walks towards you.  ‘Well, that takes care of your digestive system.  We just need to insert a catheter.  And snake a feeding tube down your throat.  Oh, and some good news.  They’re talking you off the neuro blocker.  Instead you’ll get a dose of stimulants every twelve hours.  It makes you more sensitive to touch, Pain.  Hot.  Cold…’  He wonders off.

Several hours later you’re on the rack.  A modern version thereof.  They first strap your wrists in.  Above your head.  Then they strap your ankles.  You’re surprised how loose things seem.  If you could move you might actually have a lot of wiggle room.

‘This isn’t right’ you say to yourself.

Then the rack suddenly comes to life.  You feel that it’s trying to yank your arms and legs out of their sockets.  And then it starts pulling your legs apart.  You hear a staff member remark that ‘this rack can actually draw and quarter someone.’  Something you didn’t need to hear.

You look at your feet and notice that they’re almost ass high.  And then you realize that you moved your head.  Something you hadn’t done for days.  ‘Great.  I can start to move the same day they decide to use my legs as a wishing bone.’

The rack slows down to almost a stop.  You imagine Chad standing over you…  ‘Your legs will break in twenty-one hours, I’ll be back in twenty-two.’  ‘Asshole!’

A collar is place around your neck; a fucking machine between your legs.

Your favorite person, cunt girl slow walks up to you.  There’s something different today.  She wearing nipple clamps with a somewhat substantial weight dangling from each.  You would think it would hurt but she still has that evil smile on her face.

‘Good morning you cow!  The collar they put on?  It will tighten every ten minutes just to let you know it’s still there.  How tight it gets is up to you.  The fucking machine will screw you for the next twenty-four hours as I promised.  Non-stop.  And no, it’s not a Ripley’s record.  The record is thirty-nine hours, twenty-three minutes and ten seconds.  Now if you want to beat it, I’m sure we can arrange something.’

You smile at her.  ‘What else do I have to do.  Let’s try for forty-eight hours.’

‘If you think you can take it’ cunt girl replies.  You’ll be cuming about every minute up to the first ten hours.  Continuously after that.  That’s a lot of thrill for someone like you.’

‘What did she mean by that?’ you wonder.

‘Your nipples are on rehab’ as she squeezes both, hard.  ‘We want to milk you sometime in the future and need those nips to get better.  You will go to the water wheel after this.’

As she starts to turn cunt girl states ‘Don’t be fooled.  The rack hasn’t stopped.  In about forty-one hours it will pull your legs off.  Something you need to consider.  Ripley’s or legs.’

‘Damn! They always end with the good news’ you whisper.

Five hours have passed and you note that you have more muscle control.  You just can’t move if you wanted to.  The rack definitely hasn’t stopped.  You swear you hear sounds of your bones cracking, although attendants swear its way too soon for that.

Cunt girl decided that she couldn’t live without her glasses of blood.  She comes by and inserts a new IV which drains into a small chilled pitcher.  She promises you that you won’t be drained dry.  But you’re wondering if you can trust her.  Then you remember that no blood means bad meat. One thing cunt girl wants is her share of the beef. Her share of you.

You receive your normal boob shots plus two.  You ask the attendant what the new shots are for, he tells you ‘I’m not sure miss.  I just do what I’m told.’

‘Miss?’ you think.  That guy hasn’t been here long.

It’s been about ten hours on the rack and you see cunt girl bouncing across the room heading your way.  If possible, she looks like a kid who just ran into Santa Clause.  Well, in her case she murdered Santa and took all the gifts.

‘How’s it going, you cow?  Not hurting too much I hope.  But you are hurting, right?’

You’re beginning to think that cunt girl has flipped her lid.  It’s like she OD’d on your blood.  You quickly glance at the chilled pitcher.

‘Do you remember Sandra?’ cunt girl asks.  ‘She was the blonde with the huge tits?’

What does she mean by WAS you wonder.  ‘Yeah.  I remember her.  She couldn’t find a latex outfit big enough.’

‘Well.  She had this accident.  She accidentally fell on top of impaling poll and got herself, well, impaled.  Did a rather excellent job of it.  It went in her cunt and out her mouth.  Really a crying shame, you know?’  Her face is beaming from ear to ear.  ‘We couldn’t have done a better job if we tried.  And it only took three days!’

‘An accident?’ you wonder.  Sounds like someone was pissed with Sandra.

‘She did live for about three hours after getting her to the butchers.  He’s such a nice guy.  He let me play with her bod.  Shit, that was fun.  I first removed her one nipple with a scalpel.  Slowly to maximize her pain.’

‘Wouldn’t have it any other way, would you’ you comment.

She just smiles.  ‘I then decided to do my clamp experiment.  Popped that damn nip off cleanly.  By the way, it only went a little over eight feet, not the eleven.’

You’re pretty sure that Debbie has lost it.  Even this place couldn’t condone what she’s talking about.

Cunt girl just keeps rolling on.  ‘I then took the breast ripper and ripped those melons right off her body.  She really yelled then.  Had a minor problem with all the blood, but the butcher took care of that.  By the way, it’s not as good as yours.’

‘I had the most fun with her clit.  It’s amazing what a butane torch can do to the skin.  First burned off her bush.  Then slowly cooked her clit until it was done about medium well.  Had to give her a shot though.  I didn’t want here to lose consciousness.  Later I gave her a taste of her own meat. Damn cunt spits it out!  No appreciation what so ever.’

‘The butcher stepped in to gut her, but he did let me slit her open.  Boy did Sandra’s eyes get big.  Then I asked Bob, our butcher to prop here on her side so she could watch her legs being dropped in the meat grinder.  She didn’t seem too appreciative.  After cutting out her tongue and removing an eye we decided to put her out of her misery.’

‘Her meat’s already being used for hamburger in the restaurant.  If you want I could have someone get your one?’

‘No thanks’ you say disgustingly.

‘Well, let me know if you change your mind.  The real reason why I came by is to get a small glass of blood.  If for nothing else we should keep you alive for that blood.  Haven’t tasted any better.  Which reminds me, they have decided what to do with you.  Good news, you’ll be with us for a long time.  But unfortunately, you won’t be able to walk’.  Cunt girl smiles ‘See you later, cow!’

‘Won’t be able to walk!’ you yell.  Cunt girl just keeps on walking.

You’re beginning to wonder what’s worse: the mental anguish, the physical pain, or having to listen to cunt girl.  You just love how she just leaves you hanging.

It’s now hour twelve on the rack.  The pains in the legs and arms are intense, but what is worse is the fucking machine.  You wouldn’t have believed it but the constant cuming is far worse than the pain.  You’re still hoping that you’ll be able to break the Ripley’s record.  ‘But why would they keep a record of the longest continuous screw?’ you begin to wonder.  ‘And is the current record holder a past visitor of the Dungeon?  And is she alive to defend that record?’

Hour fourteen and cunt girl returns.  She’s carrying what looks like a digital clock.  ‘And how’s my favorite cow holding up?’ she says gleefully.

You can barely get the words out.  ‘Okay I guess’

‘Ah.  Too much pleasure.  A constant screw can be a real pain, can’t it’ she says gleefully.  ‘Are you sure you want to break that record?’

You hate to admit it, but the pleasure is definitely overwhelming when compared to the pain.  But you won’t give her the pleasure of quitting.  ‘No you cunt.  I’m going to break that record!’

‘I thought as much.  Brought you a present, this countdown clock.  The top shows the time left until you break the record, which is about twenty-five hours thirteen minutes and nine seconds.  The middle number is time before your legs are ripped from your torso, or about twenty-seven hours thirteen minutes and twenty-five seconds.  And the bottom number is the time you have been on the rack.  A meager fourteen hours thirteen minutes and twenty-four seconds.  I’ll have Frank mount it above your head so you can see it.’  Handing the clock to Frank she quickly disappears.

You look up and see that it’s only been fifteen hours sixteen minutes and 7 seconds since you were placed on the rack.  Only twenty-four hours seven minutes and three, no two seconds to go.  ‘Damn!’ you yell out.  Suddenly your neck collar tightens, a lot tighter than it ever has been before.  ‘Someone doesn’t like the word damn?’ you ponder.  It finally releases as you find yourself gagging uncontrollably.  ‘Don’t need to do that again’ you quietly whisper to yourself.

You think about a conversation you had earlier with cunt girl.  ‘I’ll be here for a long time but won’t be able to walk?  I wonder what they have planned for me’

Frank comes over and starts three new IVs.  ‘Before you ask miss, this is what they’re for.  The one in your groin will intensify any feelings you have.  It is a nerve stimulator.  You’ll keep getting this until your legs go.’

‘Work of the cunt girl’ you think.  ‘She doesn’t want me to break the record.’

Frank continues ‘The one in each breast is a combination of hormones, vitamins and minerals such as calcium.  Looks like they want you to be a cow.  This combination helps increase the production of milk.’

You realize ‘Great.  She really means cow.’

Hours have passed.  The rack has made progress.  And no sign of cunt girl.  Frank has added fresh bags to all the IVs at least once.  Your tits are begging to feel strange.  Bloated would be a good description.  Now as far as your groin goes, the intensity felt in your cunt has increase dramatically.  You’re seriously beginning to wonder if you’ll be able to make it for another eighteen plus hours.  If you make it out of this alive you swear that you won’t have sex again.  Well, at least for a week or two.

The drug has also increased the pain you’re experiencing in the hips. You start reviewing your life wondering what you did wrong.  Why this is happening to you.

Now at hour twenty-five and cunt girl decides to visit.  ‘Hi cow.  Just checking on you.  Breathing I see.’  And she starts walking away.

You yell ‘Hey you cunt!  You can’t do this to me!’

Cunt girl stops dead in her tracks.  After a few seconds she turns around and softly whispers ‘I can’t do what to you?’

‘This!’ you yell.  ‘The rack!  The torture!  The threats!’

She slowly walks to your side and stares into your eyes.  If a stare could kill this one would.  ‘Who do you think you’re talking to?’ she whispers.

‘You, you cunt!  I can’t believe Chad lets you get away with all of this crap.’

A devilish grin comes over here face.  ‘You think I’m a sub to Chad?’  Her voice grows louder.  ‘You think I’m just one of the help?’

‘Sure do you bitch!  If Chad was here…’

Cunt girl interrupts.  ‘Dear cow.  Would a sub know that Frank calls you miss?  Would a sub get you into the dart match with no objections from Chad?  Would a sub have so much control over your fate just for some ground rump?’

Before you can figure out where out where she’s going she bends down and whispers in your ear ‘I own this place.  And the farm.  Chad is MY sub.  And only I will determine what happens to you.’

Could this be your worst fears?  She continues ‘And you don’t want to make me angry.  Sandra did.  Remember Sandra?’

Before walking away she adds.  “By the way, this isn’t the rack.  This is the quartering machine.  You’re being drawn and quartered.’

Your thoughts wonder.  ‘Shit!  It’s probably too late to call her Mistress Debbie.  I wonder what Sandra did to piss her off so much?  I’m being drawn and quartered?  How can I be around for a long time if I’m drawn and quartered?  Damn!’

An hour later Frank comes by and adds a second IV to your groin.  ‘Same stuff as before.  Your sensations are going to go through the roof if they’re not there already.’

‘I pissed of Debbie, didn’t I’ you ask.

Frank laughs.  ‘Nah.  She just wants you to enjoy your last hours.  If you had pissed her off, she would have you in the butcher shop.  Being skinned.  Alive.’

‘That’s good to know.  I guess this is the better way of going’ you comment.

Hour twenty-nine.  And your favorite groupie, cunt girl arrives.  ‘My! How your tits have grown.  You’re becoming a cow, you cow’ she laughs. ‘But, to more important things.  I just came by to see if you want to be part of the wager.  I’m considering your legs a wish bone and am taking wagers on which side will win?  Your right leg or your left leg?  If you win I will let you decide what we do with you.  Game?’

‘What the heck, I’ll take the left.’  It’s always been your stronger side.  You wonder what she’ll do next.

‘Cool!  I took the right!  Later, cow!’ as she prances away.

It’s now hour thirty-six.  It’s amazing that you’re not hungry.  Then you remember the feeding tube jammed down your throat.  ‘Wonder what they’re feeding me. Whatever, it’s working.’

Frank comes buy and adjust the butt plug.  He inflates it even more.  ‘Can’t have any leaks, can we miss.’

Cunt girl must have a new play toy.  You haven’t seen her for hours.  But you’re sure that she’ll be here to hear your legs break.

Hour thirty-eight.  Still no cunt girl.  Frank does drop by with two huge syringes.  ‘Nerve stimulants’ he says.  ‘Miss Debbie wants to make sure you enjoy the next couple of hours.  Breaking the record and all.’  The injection spot – either side of your clit.

Hour thirty-nine.  Cunt girl finally shows up.  ‘Can’t miss this.  A cow breaking my record.  Would have never thought.’  She gives both of your nipples a big twist.  ‘Oh, sorry dear.  Still hurt?  Those darts can really do a thing to nips.’  She continues to squeeze and twist your nips, waiting for a response from you.  You resist.

‘Your tits are a nice size.  You would definitely need to get new bras.  But you don’t have to worry about that, now do you’ she laughs.  ‘I like it when a plan comes together.’

‘A plan?’ you ask.

‘Shhhh.  It’s a secret’ cunt girl whispers.  ‘Only I know’ she smiles.

Cunt girl continues to squeeze and twist your nips as you break her record.  You think she would be upset.  And hope she won’t become upset.  But her mind seems to be elsewhere.  Suddenly some milk squirts from each of your nipples.  She smiles.  ‘My cow, you just saved your life.  For now at least.’  And she walks away.

You yell at her.  ‘You’re not going to stop this?’

You don’t hear her.  And you can’t see her as she continues walking shaking her head no,

The clock rolls over to hour forty-one.  ‘Only sixteen minutes’ you think.  And as if on cue cunt girl shows up.

‘So.  Does the cow feel lucky today?’ she asks.  ‘You picked the left, didn’t you?  Well, here’s to the right as she raises a fresh cup of blood.’

Almost forty-one hours sixteen minutes to the second you hear, and worse, feel a big crack as one of your legs break.  Cunt girl signals Frank to stop the machine as she starts looking closely at the left leg.  ‘Sorry my cow.  You lost.  The left leg broke before the right.  I could have told you it would’ she smiles.  ‘Frank’ she yells.  ‘Let’s prop her up.  I don’t want her to miss this!’

The machine pulls you into a sitting position.  This is the first time you’ve seen your legs.  ‘Spread so far apart, how did they last this long?’ you wonder.  ‘And miss what!?’

You recognize the Bob the butcher pushing a cart your way, He takes what looks like two large metal cuffs; he attaches one to each thigh inches below your groin.  They are about 3 inches wide and gleam in the overhead lights.

Out of nowhere Frank gives you a shot in the base of the neck.  ‘Miss, this is to keep you conscious.’  ‘This sounds too familiar’ you think.

‘Well.  We’re almost at the end’ cunt girl states.  ‘Step one is to remove your legs.’

‘No!  Please, no!’ you yell.

The butcher powers up a large saw and cuts your legs off using the edge of the cuff as a guide. You scream in pain, not believing what you’re seeing.  The butcher quickly places caps to your leg stumps attaching them to the cuffs.

‘This will control the bleeding.  Once we get you to the butcher room, Bob will do the final steps’ cunt girl states.  ‘Don’t worry.  You will live for years.’  Then she smiles, ‘And I get my hamburger meat.’

They place you on a cart on your left side and start rolling you to the butcher room.  When you get there, they park the cart right beside the meat grinder.’

‘Hey cow!  Do you remember this?’ as cunt girl shows you one of your legs.  ‘Guess what I’m going to do?’ she smiles.  She turns on the meat grinder and throws your leg in.  ‘Don’t worry about the bone.  This machine separates it from the meat for you.  Saves us a lot of time.’  From one side you see ground beef… no, ground meat from your leg rolling out.  From another came ground bone.  Taking a quick lick of blood, she throws the other leg in.

‘Now we don’t have to worry about you running away’ cunt gives you a smile.  ‘Your new home is going to be here and you are going to be busy.  We will be milking you.  And you’ll be a sex toy for our workers.  Offering a fuck to those that need one.  Something to play with for the others.’

They pick you up and mount you on a platform in a doggie position.  ‘Those stump cuffs are being screwed down to the platform.  The wrists will be cuffed’ as the cuffs are snapped on. ‘And this horizontal bar will be place across your chest, just above the breasts.  This will keep you upright.’  The bar is put in place.  ‘You’re now our functional, living statue!’  Cunt girl smiled.

‘So you can continue breaking records, you will be screwed continuously in the cunt and the ass by these electrosex probes.  So it won’t be boring, the intensity and rhythm will change.  And don’t worry.  They’re easily removable by our employees.’  Cunt girl continues to smile.  The probes are inserted and turned on.  ‘At least I got a few minutes of rest’ you acknowledge.

‘They are now inserting a catheter which will drain your bladder continuously.  As far as the ass goes, it will be rinsed out every other day.  But considering what you will be eating, I don’t think we’ll need to worry about that end.  What they are doing to you now is snaking down the feeding tube to the stomach.  The wire gag is needed to prevent you from biting down on the tube.  It also pushes down on the tongue.  You might be able to make noises, but talk – no.’   Cunt girl gives your nipples a squeeze.

‘And we will be milking your breast with these suction milkers’ as cunt girl shows you one of the mikers.  ‘They might hurt at first, but you will get use to them.’  She places a milker over a nipple, it sucks what feels to be your whole breast into its tube.  ‘This milker also stimulates your nip to complete the sexual experience.  Cunt.  Ass.  Nip.  The only time the milkers will be taken off is when I want to play with those sexy boobs.’

Cunt girl describes some of the other IV’s being inserted ending with her favorite.  ‘And this IV is for my daily dose of your blood.  It drains into a chilled container on the platform.  So, the question of the day.  Where to put you first…’

Several hours later you are at the doors to the elevators, being milked.  An occasion visitor gives you a quick screw before entering an elevator.  Almost everybody gives your ass a feel.

Suddenly cunt girl appears dragging a chair behind her, carrying a bag.  She sits right in front of you, her and her devilish smile.  Unpacking the bag, she removes something and begins to unwrap it.  It’s a hamburger.

‘My favorite cow.  How are we doing today?  Stiff you say?  Guess what I have here?  You guessed it.  It’s a hamburger made from your meat!  Want a taste?’