The Hunter Continued

I’m Jeff.  Sometimes called asshole, fucker, dick…  My profession? A successful writer of XXX novels, if you can call them that.  My motto – give the depraved public what they crave. Sex and pain with a lot of sadism mixed in

Sam, my sexy cunt and wife has helped me work on all my previous books.  She’s either been the tortured victim or the evil cunt dealing out the pain in BDSM scenes.  Of course, it doesn’t take a book to draw us to our dark dungeon. The current book deals with a cannibalistic couple that loves giving pain while chewing on a slice of a victim’s flesh.   And while I would love to work through the butchering scenes, I still don’t know how bring my blonde babe back to the living from a dissected and cooked pile of meat.

So, where is all of this going to happen?  In my story a farm in the middle of nowhere.  The nearest neighbor is a mere five miles away.  The perfect place when you plan to have screaming cunts in the basement dungeon. After purchasing such a farm and creating a dungeon with racks, meat and ass hooks, meat grinders and other painful torture devices, I realized that I had crossed that fine line.  No longer happy with just writing about my fictitious couple, I want to, need to do the actual act. And I want and need to butcher a beautiful blonde.  Cook her. Eat her flesh. My wife, Sam.

Trying to avoid what appears to be the inevitable, I start a to compile a list of sexy victims. My search is centered in three towns, each about a two-hour drive from the farm.   Cindy was my first choice, a college student and waitress at a college bar. With a beautiful tanned body that had a lot of curves, she would be the perfect victim.  Just two minor problems. There’s no easy way to kidnap her without being seen. And I later find out that she is a fantastic fuck.

I stumbled onto Kelsie, my number two on the list.  She’s a great piece of meat that had just one bad habit – she previously jogged on deserted country roads. An easy pickup she’s now missing a leg.  Scratch the jogging.

And then there’s Sarah – she kind of tagged along with Cindy.    A twenty on a scale of ten, she’s the gal most men lust after. And would love to constantly fuck.  There isn’t a day she makes me want to slowly torture and devour Sam just to keep her happy. It goes without saying that she’s the devil in disguise.  Her dark soul loves to dispense unbelievable pain to her victims. And to herself. There is no doubt in my mind that I will become one of her victims if I don’t make her mine first!

So.  I now find myself at the farm with three and a partial cow.  Kelsie’s one leg made some fantastic ground round last night. The burgers were delish.

The question of the day?  Do I keep my beloved cunt Sam and chew on Sarah?  Or should I slowly kill my Sam and enjoy the long fucks with the devil herself?  The things I dream about doing to Sam. Splitting her legs like a wishbone. Slowly gutting her, enjoying her screams of extreme pain.  Then again, I can get the same enjoyment with Sarah.  Maybe even more.

In either case, Kelsie and Cindy are going to enjoy an awfully long and extremely painful death, tasting their own flesh as they depart our world.

The Hunter Continued
Breakfast

It seemed to take forever for the ladies to get ready for breakfast.  Admittedly, after what they went through, I probably would have spent days in the shower. It is one of the few places in the dungeon that they could experience some privacy.

But they finally start making their way to the kitchen with sounds of laughter filling the air.  This can’t be a good sign. Entering the kitchen Cindy and Sarah are carrying Kelsie to her chair. After they set her down, I strap her in.  It can be hard to sit upright missing one leg.

With the four sitting around the card table, I start to serve the eggs, bacon, hash browns, toast and watermelon…  A few seconds pass when out of the blue Sarah yells out “Bring us the drugs!”

“What drugs?” I ask, somewhat startled. I glance towards Sam where she gives me that it wasn’t me look.

“Come on Jeff.  The nerve stimulants!  The amphetamines!” Cindy yells out.  Then they all start to giggle.

I take a quick look to make sure everyone’s still wearing their collars.   All four are still in place, even Sam’s. More important, the LEDs on each are blinking a bright green showing that they’re all active.

Smiling, I answer “It’s in the watermelon.”

“Is the dose going to be strong enough?  I mean, there’s four of us!” Cindy asks.

Staring at Cindy’s smiling eyes I ask. “You do know that the higher the dose the greater the pain, yes?”

“Sure do!  And this cunt wants to experience extreme pain!”  It’s Sarah that’s providing the answer and the giggle afterwards.  Cindy just nods her head yes.  Then she adds “It also increases the pleasure, doesn’t it?”

I slowly walk over to a line of the cabinets, open one of the doors and pick up a box of four vials. “It’s all up to you, my sluts.  Just eat the watermelon.  Or eat the watermelon and chug down a vial. That’s the max dosage and should last at least two hours. If you want another dose, I’ll give it to you then, Happy? “

Sarah licks her lips.  “Damn happy!”

Sam adds with a smile “You did save yourself a dose, didn’t you Jeffie?  Your slut has arrived and is waiting to have fun with your body.”

I know better.  But there are times when common sense seems to take a back seat. This is one of those times. I drag out a fifth vial along with five small paper cups. First, I add the drugs and then top each cup with some orange juice.

Sarah quickly grabs a cup and holds it high.  “Here’s to pain!” Then she adds “Or ecstasy!” She quickly chugs the juice down, wearing an evil smile afterwards.  The other three follow suit. Me? I just stare at them in disbelief.

After the juice they all hit the watermelon.  After eating a large piece of melon Sam slowly gets up from the table picking up the last cup.  She slowly walks behind me.  Grabbing my dick, she whispers in my ear “Open wide my Jeffie.” Obeying, she pulls my head back and slowly pours the juice down my throat.  In about fifteen minutes I’ll know what her plan is.

The Hunter Continued
Never Assume

Somehow, Sarah and Sam get Cindy to volunteer to be their victim.   Laying down on one of the stainless-steel butcher tables Sarah ties Cindy’s wrists tightly to two of the table legs while Sam does the same with her ankles.  They then push Kelsie’s chair by the table and let her play with Cindy’s nipples. Damn. Just the air passing over my meat is making me hard. What in the hell is Cindy experiencing?

It didn’t take long for me to find out.  Within minutes Cindy cums, squirting a strong stream several feet.  Most of the cum now covers Sarah’s face. As her long tongue licks her lips and fingers, she grabs a vibrator and stuffs it in Cindy’s cunt.  Asking Kelsie to hold it in place Sarah takes a scalpel and shows it to Cindy. Its sharp blade gleams in the bright kitchen lights. To my surprise Cindy smiles and nods yes.

What the hell!  She wants to be cut.  Cindy of all people should know what this she-devil can do.  Sarah smiles and slowly lowers the blade. Sam, who is playing with Sarah’s clit stops and slowly walks toward me displaying her own devilish look.  I look back towards Sarah. She is making a cut the length of the clit. Her own clit. I stare in disbelief as blood squirts from Sarah’s engorged piece of flesh.  Is she really going to cut it off? Sarah’s licking the blood from her fingers when Sam wraps a cord around my neck and pulls it tight.

She whispers in my ear.  “Your cunt awaits.”

This is my first mistake.  Caught up in the moment I decide not to struggle.  After all, the remote for all four collars is in my right hand.  One push and all my cunts will be experiencing excruciating pain.  Maybe death. So, I let Sam pull me into the dungeon towards the racks.

“Sam.  Surely you don’t think I’ll let you tie me to one of the racks.  Do you?”

Her answer.  She pulls the cord even tighter around my neck.  Any tighter I’ll pass out within seconds. Time to push the button.

Click

I hear Sam laugh.  An evil, Sarah like laugh.  From the kitchen I hear Kelsie and Cindy screaming.  But no Sarah. I press the button again; the kitchen grows quiet.  Then I feel a familiar ass squeeze followed by a yank on my dick. I push the button one more time…

Note to self.  If Sam has a rope tightly wrapped around your neck, don’t push the button.

Sarah whispers in my ear – “Time for that cock dog my dear Jeffie.”

I look down and see the shining blade of a large butcher knife pressed against my dick.  Sarah pulls the knife across my meat and blood starts to stream from the base of my penis.  Sam then gives it a large yank…

I find myself sitting up in our bed, sweat streaming off my body.  Sam, lying beside me pulling my cock hard with her one hand has that devilish look on her face.  “You okay Jeffie?”

I look down and smile back.  “I am now.”

The Hunter Continued
Now What

Have you ever had a dream that’s so real you have trouble determining what is reality and what is the dream world? Well, that’s where I now find myself. Was the whole thing just a dream? Or do I have three cunts impatiently waiting to carve on me?

I glance at Sam and her nice round melons.    She gives my dick one last yank and then grins.  “Time to get up dear. Then again, you’re already up.”  Showing that evil smile she slowly strokes my tool.

“Jeffie. Have you ever thought of killing me?  Carving me up and feeding me to the pigs?”

I give her a look of disbelief while wondering how she knew.

“I just ask, well, because I’ve been having this fantasy of doing just that to you.”  While giving my cock an extra hard pull she adds “It would be the ultimate turn on for both of us, don’t you think?”

I shake my head in disbelief.  “Me being killed by my wife an ultimate high?  I don’t think so.” My ultimate high would be slowly killing Sam.  Or Sarah. Or both.

After pausing for a second, I give Sam a smile.  “If I’m going to be honest, I have been thinking of roasting you over an open fire.  But first I would eat your deep-fried clit.”

“I knew it!  And you’re telling me that doesn’t turn you on?”  Sam starts pulling my cock even harder. “I think I should feel hurt…”

I just smile.

We dress quickly and head to the SUV.  It’s time to go to the farm.

“Okay. It’s a high.  If you only knew how big of a high!  That’s why there’s three cunts at the farm.  To fuck, cut, dice and cook.  Definitely better to do them than you.”

“You’re so sweet!  And speaking of cutting, isn’t it time to cut a few Kelsie steaks?”  Sam still has that evil grin on her face. “I’m sure Cindy would love to be today’s butcher.”

“I thought we would deal out some pain today, save the steaks for tomorrow.  Would love to see Sarah actually slice off her own clit.”

Sam smiles.  “That she-devil will probably laugh through the whole thing, cutting ever so slowly to help maximize her own pain.”

I nod my head.  “I’m going to help her there.  Everyone is getting a mega dose of nerve stimulants.  Amphetamines. We’ll see how happy she is.”

“Jeffie.  Did you say everyone?”  Sam seems surprised.

“Yep.  Even you and me my slut.  So…  It makes you hot, thinking of making my meat a cock dog?”

Sam laughs, grabbing my cock through my shorts.

“Ah.  But you must admit that the thought of me eating your fried clit is even hotter!”  I give Sam a smile.

She laughs.  “You sexist!”

I grab her hand and shove it down my shorts.  “Yep, that’s me.  Jeff the sexist.”

Sam laughs and starts stroking my tool softly.  “So Jeffie, what about the other two?”

“I think it’s time to see how much juice Cindy’s body can take before it starts to smoke.  And Kelsie? You’ll need to heat up your iron. I think some more drawings are in order for Miss Kelsie.”

That turns on Sam as she starts to yank hard on my meat.

“Sam.  Do you want to know what I’m going to do to you?”

“My dear Jeffie, I already know that.  Cut off and fry my throbbing clit. Yes?”

“Maybe…”  I grab her crotch and give it a tight squeeze.

“Ah, but Jeffie.  You have to catch me first!”

The Hunter Continued
Dust Cloud

Yesterday, it seemed to take forever to make this trip.  This morning something is different.  The hours turned into minutes. We’re about a half a mile down the dirt road to the farmhouse when we both see it.  A car coming our way from the house leaving a cloud of dust.

Sam gave that panicked look.  I smile and explain to her that they, whoever they are never made it inside.  “Sam chill!  The alarm never went off.”

Sam still has that worried look…  “What if they heard the three?  You probably can hear Kelsie’s screams halfway to the highway.”

“Sam.  This house was used as a drug lab.  The good thing about this drug lab is that it’s virtually soundproof.”

“So, tell me Jeffie, what in the fuck are they doing here?  And why are they driving so fuckin’ fast?”

I shrugged my shoulders.  “The welcome wagon late for an appointment? “

I slow down and stop, blocking most of the road.  The unknown car stops about thirty feet in front of us.  I smile and grab Sam’s hand. “It’s only the real estate babe.”

Sam takes a quick look at the driver and then turns to me.  “So.  Did you fuck her too?”

“Why of course my cunt.  How else would I know you’re such an unbelievable fuck? And I did get this place for a steal, true?”

She smiles.  “Just making sure you’re not slipping up, my rapist. Damn she’s fuckin’ beautiful.”

Sam and I get out of the SUV and walk towards the realtor’s car.  I wave while Sam presents a sweat smile. Pat, the realtor rolls down her window.

“Hey Jeff.  Is this your wife?”

“Hey Pat.  You would be right.  Samantha, this is Patricia, our realtor.  Patricia, this is Samantha, my wife.  So, what brings you out to the sticks?”

“I had nothing scheduled this morning and happened to be in the area.  Thought it would be an opportune time to see what you have done with the place.  But based on what I’ve seen it looks like you haven’t done much of anything.”  Pat shrugs her shoulders.

Sam speaks up.  “We’ve been working on the inside.  Still somewhat gutted, but it’s getting there.  It will take a few more months before we’re finished.”

“I tried to get a look inside, but it looks you fixed both the door and window issues.  Those doors wouldn’t have kept anybody out.”

I squeeze Sam’s hand.  “Didn’t want to get our tools and supplies ripped off.  Shame you didn’t give us a call. We would have met you here.”

Pat sighs.  “I tried, but I forgot this property is in a damn dead zone.  I was just heading down the road to give you a call.”

Sam smiles.  “Well, we’re here now.  Do you want to take a look at the inside?”

“If you don’t mind.  This place so many possibilities I’m curious to see what you’re doing.”   Pat smiles.

“Jeff.  You don’t mind if she takes a look, do you?”  Sam squeezes my hand.

“Nah.  Not at all.  We can spare a few minutes to give Pat the grand tour.”  I give Sam’s hand a hard squeeze back. “Pat, we’ll meet you at the house.”

Walking towards the SUV I give Sam a “what the hell” look.

Sam just smiles.  “Jeff. Do you really believe that fuckin’ story of hers?  Really? She is more than curious!  But not on how we’re remodeling that damn shack.  And why did she wait until she got here before trying to give us, give you a call?  Could she be into drugs?”

I shrug my shoulders.  “So Sam, what’s the plan?  Do we make her one of our house guests?”

“Better that than having her reveal it’s true purpose.  Right Jeffie?  And it does give us another slab of meat to play with.”  Sam smiles.

I just smile back.

Pat joins us on the front porch.  I unlock the electronic lock with my phone.  That just increases Pat’s curiosity. Walking through the door, she takes a quick look at the first room, the living room.

“You guys are obviously not in a real hurry to get this done…”

Sam interrupts.  “Most of our work’s been in the basement.  Want to look?”

Pat just shrugs her shoulders, then shakes her head yes.  “Why not.”

Walking a few steps behind Pat, I unlock the basement door while locking the front door, unnoticed.  Sam, with a smile on her face swings the basement door open and with a friendly gesture motions Pat to go down first.  Pat quickly slows when she sees the racks and the butt hooks against the far wall. She then comes to a complete stop when she catches a glimpse of the cage and it’s three occupants.  That’s when Sam tases her just below the neck. Pat slowly slumps down and rolls down the remaining few steps.

The Hunter Continued
Unexpected Company

Pat is sprawled out at the bottom of the stairs flat on her stomach.  I pull her head up by her hair and take a quick look. Other than the effects of being tased she appears to have only a bloody nose and a bruise or two.

I pick Pat up by her feet and drag her to rack row.  Her poor head takes a few more bumps as it smacks into a few table legs. Oh well. Sam and I take off all off her clothes and place them in a paper bag to be eventually burned.  I then sling her onto the top of the middle rack. It has a lot more options, other than just stretching. We strap her wrists and ankles down and then stretch her just enough to make her a little uncomfortable.

Sam takes the key fob from Pat’s purse and goes upstairs to move Pat’s car into the barn.

I grab her phone and try to access her recent calls.  Fortunately for me Pat apparently thinks passwords on a smartphone are a nuisance. This makes my task an easy one.  Last call was early this morning when she called her boyfriend.

And she wasn’t lying.  Her calendar was clear for this morning; this stop was probably one of her whims.  Oh well, too late now.

I drag two chairs to the racks, plopping down in one patiently waiting for Miss Pat to regain consciousness.  Sam meanwhile decides to do a quick inspection of the meat. Pat is about 5’8” and a little over 130 pounds.  Using a tape measure Sam quickly gathers the basic measurements.  35/26/36. Deep red hair to about mid back and past her nipples. Her golden tan is lineless, something she obviously has spent a lot of time and money on.

Sam finally plops down in the seat beside me and gives me a blank look.  “This could be bad, Jeffie. She’s obviously from money. Someone who will be missed by many.  We need her searchers to be looking somewhere far, far away. Do you have any thoughts?”

“Don’t worry my cunt.  The sky isn’t falling.  They won’t be looking for her for a while.  Tonight at the earliest.  She does have a blank schedule for this morning, something in our favor.  Her date with her bo is around 5.   And her office is almost two hours away. So, there’s no reason for the search to start anywhere close to us.

Sam, did her car have a full tank of gas?”

“Nah, only about a third full.”

I smile.  “I don’t think we’ll have to worry about her being spotted at a nearby gas station.  I really should disable her car’s GPS.  But if it stays in the barn, we’re safe.”

Pat had been groaning for several minutes.  But now that has quickly changed, her groans have become rantings… “What the fuck!  Get me off this fuckin’ thing. What the hell do you think you’re doing?  And where the hell are my clothes…”

Sam disappears and then returns with Kelsie.  Pat stares for a few seconds and then screams.

“Sorry Kelsie.  Some people just don’t appreciate true beauty.”  Sam squeezes Kelsie’s right shoulder and then wheels her back towards the cage.

“What the hell did you do to her?” Pat demands.

“Oh, not much.  Sam decided to outline her cuts of meat using a soldering iron.   More permanent than a marker. And a bit more painful. Not much later Kelsie refused to keep her eyes open, so we glued them open with superglue. This was suggested by another one of our guests. And the other night we needed some ground round.   The gang was hungry, and we ran out of protein.  So, we used one of her legs for the ground round. Why?”

Pat stared at the ceiling, speechless.  Finally, after thirty or so seconds she whispers “I’m never leaving this place, am I.”

“Not in one piece.  Not alive.”

Tears started to stream down her face.  “Why?” she whispers.

“Because you were just a bit too curious.” I say matter of factly.

“There is no way you could consider letting me go?”

“Maybe.  If you torture and kill one of our guests.  Then we just might consider letting you live. But first things first.   Sam is upstairs calling your office, trying to make an appointment with you for later this morning.  If no one knows where you are, you live a bit longer. If they do? They find your car in a ravine with your dead body inside.  Let’s see if you make the first twenty-four hours.”

I begin to turn to go when Pat yells out “You can’t do this to me!”

I turn and face her. “Do what?  This perhaps?” I turn on the rack’s lower winches.  It spreads her legs almost to the breaking point.

“Or maybe this is what you meant…”  I take a nipple clamp and tighten it down on her left nip.  Blood slowly drips down her tit.

“Or maybe…”

“Okay, you made your point,” Pat says in resignation. “You obviously can do anything you want.”

“Just remember.  You’re only a piece of meat to me, to us.  To be used and abused. So, who knows?  We just might need your leg for tomorrow’s brunch.”

I turn and walk upstairs.  Sam is staring out a window.  “Are you okay?” I ask.

Sam turns facing me.  “Aren’t you afraid we’ll get caught?”

“My beautiful cunt.  Did you forget who we have downstairs?   Three bitches. And no one has even started looking around here for any of the three.  Now have they. So, stop worrying. Just think of the fun we’ll have with that beautiful body!”

Sam smiles.  “Can I have first dibs?”

“Pat is yours.  But I do need you to do something first.  Go to Fredricksburg and give her office a call using a landline.  See if you can make an appointment with Pat for later this morning. If we’re lucky they won’t know where she is.  If they do, Pat dies in a horrible car accident. Outside of Fredricksburg.”

The Hunter Continued
The Dorm Meeting

Sam walks through the front door a little over two hours later.  She has a big smile on her face as she squeezes my ass and whispers in my ear “No one knows where that fuckin’ cunt is.  All they know is she is looking for new properties about 100 miles north of here. 100 MILES NORTH!”

She grabs my dick and with a devilish grin says, “Let’s fuck!”

An hour later we both stop, look at each other and say “Let’s go downstairs…”

Deciding this is a clothes optional occasion we prance down the stairs buck naked.

“Jeffie.  You want to fuck Pat, don’t you.  You do know it’s okay as long as you remember who your main fuck is.  ME!”

“In that case my number one, while I get a quickie could you bring the other three and the drugs over to Pat’s rack?”

Sam starts walking towards the cage.  “I’ll give you thirty minutes.”

I walk over to Pat’s rack and hop on.  She’s snoring. Damn. She’s actually sound asleep!  I’m beginning to wonder if she maybe wants to die. Or if she is part of a trap.  Nah. She probably just doesn’t understand what she’s in for.

I shove my fist deep into her cunt which abruptly brings her out of her deep sleep.

“Hey Pat.  Want to be fucked?”

She gives me a dirty look.  “By you? Hell no!”

“Well.  Then consider yourself in hell my fuckin’ cunt.”

I jump on top of her, pushing my dick deep inside her.  While pumping her hard I start pulling and twisting that one nipple clamp.  Blood from the nip starts dripping faster and within minutes completely covers her tit.  Her yelling grows louder as I force myself in deeper, going even faster.

And even though she’s in apparent pain, I feel her cunt growing tighter and tighter.  Then she suddenly explodes, her cum dripping off my dick. Damn. She came early. I keep on pumping, pushing harder, going deeper.  A couple of minutes later I cum, filling that cunt with my seed.

I pull out and give her clit a pinch.

From behind, I hear a familiar voice.  “That’s it? A pinch?” It’s Sam.

I turn to face her.  “I’m saving her for you, my bitch, my number one – remember?”

Sam smiles and does a quick curtsey.  “Thank you, my master.”

I jump off the rack and stand beside Pat’s head.  “First things first. Sam has a dose of nerve stimulants or amphetamines for each of us.  It’s in liquid form so she will give us an injection in the ass. Taken this way you should feel the effects within minutes.”

Sam gives each of us an injection and afterwards I give Sam hers.  Within minutes I can feel the effects as my dick grows harder.

“Well, since we’re finished with that, let me introduce you all to Pat.  She’s the realtor that sold me this place. She’s also the person who will ultimately take the blame for what is about to happen here.”

Pat looks at me and starts laughing hysterically.  “You’ve obviously been hitting those drugs too hard. There’s no way people will believe that I had anything to do with this.  That or you’re a complete idiot!”

“There’s another possibility Pat.  You’ve been framed.”

“Yeh. Right.”  She continues laughing.

“Pat.  When they start looking for you, they’ll first check your apartment.  On your computer they’ll find search history concerning cannibalism and torture.  History that is about six months old.”

Pat’s laughter becomes a bit more subdued.

“They will also find some printouts concerning cannibalism in your home office.  They probably look like they haven’t been touched in months, because they haven’t.  Oh, and by the way, the only fingerprints they will find on them will be yours.”

Pat is starting to listen.

“After a few days they will learn of a piece of property you bought about thirty miles from your apartment.  In the middle of nowhere. It has a shack in need of major repair along with a shell of a barn. In the shack they will find a burning barrel.  In and around that barrel they will find some bone remains from Kelsie, a torn piece of Sarah’s panties, and a burned piece of Cindy’s clit.”

I bring up one last fact.  “Pat. Remember that date when I left you high and dry? Didn’t show up.  Didn’t call. It was at the bar where both Cindy and Sarah work. And coincidentally those two sluts disappeared about a week later.”

Pat is quietly surveying the ceiling.  “So. I’m not leaving this place. And there was no plan to keep me around.”  she whispers.

“I think that sums it up.  You are my alibi of sorts. Have been since the day we met.  I just wasn’t sure that I would need you. But since I’ve gone this far…”

Pat continues to stare at the ceiling.  “So, if I hadn’t come by today, we would have met somewhere.  You need me to disappear for everything to work, right?”

I smile.  “Glad you understand.  It’s nothing personal. Just the way things need to be.  And really, you have only yourself to blame.  Shouldn’t have become so curious.  But you did.  And since we have you here, we might as well have some fun, right?  All at your expense of course.”

She whispers, “What are you going to do to me?”

“Not sure.  But you can be sure it will involve a lot of pain.”

The Hunter Continued
Needed Evidence

I look at Cindy.  “it’s time. I hope the drug has taken effect for Sarah’s sake.”

I then turn to Sarah.  “Cut off a piece of Cindy’s clit.  Maybe half.  And please make it fuckin’ painful.”

Cindy looks at me in disbelief.

I shake my head.  “Damn it Cindy, you must give to the cause.  It’s not my fault your minions are revolting.  And anyways, they give better fucks”

Sarah laughs.

Sarah moves towards Cindy where Sam hands her a scalpel.  While Sarah waves the scalpel in front of Cindy’s eyes, Sam moves behind Cindy and quickly gets her in a choke hold.  Sarah glides the scalpel down Cindy’s body, point first stopping at the clit.  Being the meticulous type, she slowly cuts off a thin slice of Cindy’s clit.  And then another slice… Damn, can Cindy scream.  Must be the drugs.  When Sarah finishes Cindy is missing the bottom half, right side, and the top half of the left side of her clit.

Then Sarah swaps the scalpel for a large, hot iron and cauterizes the wound. I do love the sizzling sound it makes.  And the smell of burning flesh.  And of course, the screams.

Sarah finishes in a little over five minutes.

Exhausted, Sam raises her arms allowing Cindy to crash to the floor. It’s obvious that Sam’s pissed.  She stares at Sarah and screams…  “Could you have taken any fuckin’ longer?  Shit, you weren’t doing heart surgery you slut, just slicing off a clit!  And a small one at that!”

Sarah fires back. “You’re telling me you can do it faster?  And better?  Fuck you!  You think being Jeff’s slut, his whore gives you privileges to say and do anything you want.  Well bitch, that’s about to end!”

I just knew someone was about to die.  Sam grabs a scalpel and makes a beeline to Pat?  

In ten seconds she had Pat’s clit quartered.  Another fifteen seconds pass – the bottom right quarter of Pat’s clit is gone.  It takes about sixteen seconds to do the top left quarter.  That’s followed cauterizing the wound and then dumping salt on the exposed wounds.

Passing a stainless-steel bowl to Sarah Sam asks, “Does that meet your standards, you cunt?”

In the bowl – around twenty thin slices of Pat’s clit.

The Hunter Continued
Tenderized

I look at Sam.  “It’s your call my cunt.  Short and sweet or long and painful?’

“You have to ask?  Exceedingly long and extremely painful.  This should help with the clit pain” Sam picks up a metal mallet, a meat tenderizer and smashes the back of Pat’s right hand.

The basement quickly fills with Pat’s high-pitched screams.  Tears are flowing down her cheeks as the look of terror appears on her face.

“Do you think she’ll need those fingers?”  Sam asks sarcastically.

Sarah is the first one to reply.  “Fuck no!”

Sam smiles and hits the back of Pat’s hand again and again.  After the fourth whack it’s obvious that most of the bones are broken.  Just to make sure Sarah tightly squeezes what was Pat’s hand. A high-pitched scream comes from Pat’s lips as she arches her back.  And then there’s silence. She has passed out.

Sam quickly gets some smelling salts and breaks them open under Pat’s nose.  It takes a few seconds, but she comes around. That’s when Sarah squeezes her hand a second time.  Pat emits another ear-splitting scream and then quickly passes out for the second time.

I give Sam a thumbs up.  “You obviously surpassed her pain threshold.  So, what are you going to do next my dear?”

After a few seconds of thought, Sam answers.  “She needs to have some fist clenching ecstasy.  Do you think you can provide that?”

“Anything for my Sam.  Do you think twelve hours should do it?”  I give Sam’s ass a nice squeeze.

She smiles and nods her head yes.  We walk towards the kitchen. Entering I walk directly to a storage cabinet and pull out my favorite fucking machine.

“Sam, would you believe I have two of these?”  Giving her an evil smile, I ask, “Interested in giving one a ride?”

She smiles and shakes her head no.  I walk up to her and squeeze her ass.  “Think about it. It would be and enjoyable twelve hours.”

Walking towards the racks, I see that Pat’s still out.  I quickly set up the fucking machine with the dildo set to go in real deep, pushing hard on the cervix.  The depth and speed are set to be random, so she won’t get bored. After twelve hours she should be looking forward to anything else, including some extreme pain.  I flip the switch…

The Hunter Continued
One Slice.

It’s now time for today’s highlights.  Will Sarah cut off her own clit?  Or will she fail at the attempt?

As the three busy themselves with our new slab of meat, Pat, I make a quick trip to the kitchen. What they don’t see is what I come back with.  Six full syringes – the extra one is for my cunt, Sam.  And a Waternberg pinwheel – seven wheels of stainless-steel pleasure or hell.

I smile at Sarah.  “So Sarah.  Still up to cutting off your cunt?  Or would you prefer giving Cindy or Sam those honors?  Your choice.”

She thinks for a second.  Gives her clit a big squeeze and then smiles.  ‘Damn Jeff!  You know I’m going to do it!  Just give me the scalpel.”

‘Glad to hear.  I thought I’d never see someone willing to cut off her own cunt.  Just need to do two things to prep you for the challenge.  First, this shot.’  I jam it in her right inner thigh.  ‘Just another dose of stimulants.  It should drive you crazy.’

I let a minute pass before picking up the pinwheel.  “Now we need to get that clit gorged with blood, don’t we.”  First, I roll it over her nipples.  Slow and gentle at first.  Then hard and fast.  Once her nips are hard I drop down to her clit, slowly rolling over it until it becomes huge.

I stand back and give Sarah a quick look.  “I’ve never seen a clit so large!  Are you sure you want to cut that thing off?  Here you go my whore” I hand her a scalpel, it’s blade gleaming in the dungeons lights.  She slowly walks to the corner of a nearby rack and sits down, her legs spread wide.  Taking the scalpel, she starts on the right side.  After the third attempt she glares at me and then throws the scalpel my direction.  I dodge it and let it fall harmlessly on the floor.

“Fuck you Jeff!  You or your whore wife can cut it off.  I can’t!”  Her body starts trembling as she slides off the rack and unto the floor.

The Hunter Continued 
The Booster

I just shake my head.  “Damn I’m disappointed.  And you wanted me to choose you over Sam. Probably still do don’t ya?  No need to answer…  Why couldn’t you complete such a simple task?   Cutting off your own clit can’t really be that hard…  I’ll deal with you later.”  Picking up a remote I press the button.  As Sarah receives a jolt from her collar, I turn to the other leaving her screaming.

“Time for your second dose.”  Sam gives everyone a shot in the ass including me.  Damn, it’s amazing what a slight draft, a touch can do.  Eternal horniness!   A better sex life through drugs.

Sam is about to give herself a shot when I offered to do it.  She smiles.  With a slight of hand, I change syringes and proceed to give her a shot in the ass.  It takes a few seconds before she realizes what I have done.  Turning towards me she gives me an evil look before collapsing the floor, unconscious.

I motion to Sarah to give me a hand.  She gives me a smile as we pick up Sam’s limp body and place it on an empty rack.  While Sarah straps her ankles and wrists I go to the kitchen and retrieve the second fucking machine along with a few more toys.  When I return, I find Sarah spreading Sam’s legs to their breaking point.

“Sarah, what in the fuck are you doing?”  I push her away from the rack.

Angry, she responds “Dispensing pain!  I’m tired of Sam hanging around.  SHE NEEDS TO DIE!!”

I smile.  “And I want you to cut your clit off.  I guess neither of us are going to get what we want.”

Still glaring at me Sarah again yells “SHE NEEDS TO DIE!”

I just a shake my head in disbelief.   “I’ll forget you said that.  JUST DON’T SAY IT AGAIN!  Now help me lift Sam’s ass.  I need to put this dildo in her a-hole.”  I point to a large electrosex toy.  It took a few minutes, but we finally got it in.  Should have inserted it before strapping here to the rack.  Oh well…

I put electrodes on the bottom of her feet.  Her inner thighs.  Her clit.  And her nipples.  The ones on the nipples, well, those could be lethal.  Standard rule of thumb, nothing electric above the waist.  It’s a heart thing…

There is no downside though.  It either stimulates the hell out of her nipples, or she dies from a massive coronary.  Heads we both win, tails I win.  That would make my choice a lot easier, leaving only Cindy or Sarah in the running.

I force a ball gag in her mouth – not in the mood to hear her complaints.  Then I connect all the leads from the electrodes, pick the patterns, the voltages and turn on the power box.  Sam’s body immediately responds by moving to a rhythm.  That’s until I slam a syringe into her thigh.  It’s her second shot, the one she was expecting.  The stimulants have the desired effect.  The easy moves turn into violent convulsions.  I stretch her a bit tighter to limit some of the jerking.  Turn on the fucking machine.  And give her another shot to counteract the sedative.

She doesn’t need to say anything.  Her eyes said it all.  At first it was ‘where in the hell am I’ followed by ‘oh ya – WHAT THE FUCK!’  And that was quickly followed by – ‘I’m in ecstasy.’  She then closes her eyes to enjoy feeling.  We’ll see what they have to say in about six hours.

The Hunter Continued
Mid-term Tallies

I have two babes being fucked.  A third wanting to kill.  A fourth wondering who to trust.  And a fifth who’s ready to die.  Out of the four, only one wouldn’t be seriously considered as Sam’s replacement – Kelsie.  And the missing leg has much to do with that.

So.  Beauty is rather even with Pat and Sarah at the top followed by Sam and Cindy.  Ignoring the missing leg, Kelsie would probably beat out both Pat and Sarah.

Fucking.  This going to be hard.  Sarah is definitely at the top of my list followed by Sam, Cindy and then Pat.  As the saying goes, I wouldn’t throw any one out of bed.

Evil.  This one is simple – Sarah is the devil.  But that doesn’t give her any points.  She would be hard to control and want to butcher anyone and everyone.  Including me!  So, that leaves Sam and then Cindy with Pat being an unknown for now.

Who wins?  My Sam of course!

The Hunter Continued
More Power

I walk down the basement stairs to find an extremely quiet dungeon.  The only sounds are the two fucking machines and someone snoring.  Sarah maybe?  A glance in the cage finds them motionless in a drug like slumber.

I glance toward the racks.  It’s Pat who’s making the racket.  This timid society gal is sound asleep while being fucked and stretched.  Damn!

Sam rolls her eyes as I walk towards her.  She tries to speak, but the ball gag is still doing its job.  Smiling, I gently pull it out of her mouth.  Bending over I whisper in her ear,  “Are you ready to go upstairs?”

She smiles, “Can I have six more hours?  Please?”

Shaking my head I smile “This is a first.  Turned down for a damn fuckin’ machine…”

Sam then quickly adds, “I do want to go upstairs, but in six hours…”  After a brief pause she asks “Can you do something else for me?”

I grudgingly smile back, “Sure…”

“Could you raise the voltage just a bit?  And I could use an eye mask.  But if nothing else, PLEASE get me some headsets.  Or earplugs.  ANYTHING to help eliminate Pat’s fuckin’ snoring.”  Then she smiles, “Please?”

I give her a stern look, “You know that raising the voltage can be fatal…”

Giving me a half smile, she answers “There’s always that risk no matter what we do.  True?  In this case I think it’s worth it.  It feels soooo good…”

I shake my head as I increase the voltage.

“Oh my god.  Stop there!”  She has a look of ecstasy on her face.  “Jeffie, could you give me and my bitch another shot?  Max the dose, please?   And have Pat’s fuckin’ machine go just a bit deeper. “

I smile.  “I’ll be right back…”

Ten minutes later all of Sam’s wishes were met.  Pat barely stirred when I gave her the shot, but screamed once or twice as the dildo went deeper.  Then she quickly settled down – probably will be snoring shortly.

Sam?  Well she is enjoying the moment.  After the injection she asked if I would raise the power just one more time.  I just shake my head as I slide  the power switches a bit more to the right. Giving her one last glance I begin to imagine what I could do to my deaf, blind and wired cunt.  I shake my head and turn towards the stairs.

As I take my first step up I hear a very low whisper “Does Junior want to play?”  I turn and glance towards the cage.  Everyone still appears to be sound asleep. I’m about to take another step when someone else whispers, “I really do want to play with Junior… Please let him come out and play!”  Looking again, everyone still appears to be asleep…  Two more steps and the whisper asks, “Can we play with Sam?”  This time, as I turn to look I find all three broads staring right at me.

Sarah was fingering her clit with one hand and sucking on the middle finger of the other.  Damn she looks good!!  I would just love to fuck that cunt, but sadly, not tonight.  Junior is a bit on the wimpy side and I’m not sure if he can push his way in tonight.

The Hunter Continued
Sparks Fly

For a while I watched the bitches, my cunts, my slabs of meat from the upstairs monitors.  Fuck, talk about BORING!  Below me is fully functional, and an extremely well-equipped dungeon.  And where am I?  Watching TV from the other room.  So.  What’s missing?  Let’s start with the screams of pain.  The looks of terror.  And the river of blood.  Instead, it’s been extremely quiet.  No screams – not even a whimper over the past eight hours.  And instead of terror pasted on their faces, faint smiles can be found.  What a waste!

It’s time to have fun.  Instead of dreaming of what I could do, I’ll have those bitches screaming in terror, not knowing what will happen next.  And to whom.

I’ve decided to play a game, one that will determine who will be my Sam’s replacement.  I love Sam, but things have become too stagnant.  Too predictable.  She’s become way too complacent in her role as wife.   She does have a great bod, but that can only satisfy me for so long.  And there are at least two replacement bodies sleeping at the bottom of the stairs.   Sarah the devil, Cindy the sorceress and just maybe a third, Pat the socialite.

The only bitch not in contention is Kelsie – but she will make a good meal or two for the others.     

I decided it was time to make some changes.  To have some fun.  To hear some screams. And to screw my wife. 

Going down the stairs I walk slowly towards Sam, wondering what to do now.  We’ll, it became all so obvious.  Let the dildo go deeper and the power really surge across that body.  Those beautiful twin peaks.  But not until I give her two more shots, one in each inner thigh.

“Ouch!” Sam shouts out.  ‘Be careful down there Jeff!  Or am I talking to Sarah?’

“You want Sarah?”  I laugh.  “You do realize she wants to skin you alive.  And do it very, very slowly.”

“Slowly?  Oh…” She murmurs.  “That would be so exquisitely painful.  Damn.  I just might give her the scalpels!”

I just shake my head.  “Ok.  So, it’s being skinned or being drilled.  Your choice my bitch.”

“Drilled?  You never said anything about doing any drilling.  You would drill me Jeffie?  With Jeffie Junior?”  Sam starts laughing…

I find myself one again shaking my head.

“Well Sam, the fucking machine would do it.  Every ten minutes it will work its way about an inch deeper into that cunt of yours.”  I brush my hands against her inner thighs.

“Sounds like fun, Jeffie.  So, when does it stop?”  Sam sounds even more curious.

I laugh.  “It doesn’t.”

“Come on Jeff.  It has to stop sometime.”  She now has a slight tinge of fear in her voice.

“You must be talking about that thing called a cervix.  Nope dear, that’s not going to be its stopping point.  It will drill down to your uterus and then go through the uterus wall into your abdomen.  After that, it will just keep on going until I hit the off button.”  I squeeze her feet.

“Damn, Jeff.  That would be fuckin’ painful…”  Sam pauses briefly and then continues.  “But it would also be so fuckin’ enjoyable!  And it definitely would change our sex life…”

She stops in mid-sentence.  “Oh, that’s right.  I’ll be dead.  Jeffie.  Do you like fuckin’ corpses?”  She lets go another chuckle.

I stare at that desirable body.  It must be the drugs.  She really wants to die?  Really? Oh well, it’s time to bump up the voltage going to that piece of meat.  After giving the slide switches a brief nudge, Sam’s back arches slightly.  But then she settles back down onto the rack within seconds.  I bump them up more, and the same thing happens the second time.

“Fuck!”  I bump them up yet again.

Sam moans.  “Damn.  What a fuckin’ way to die.  Feels so damn good!  Please don’t stop Jeffie!”

She asked for it!  I slide all the power switches to their midpoint.  Sam blurts out a little scream, and then returns to her continuous moaning.  But this time her back remains arched.

What the hell.  I bump the power again and waited for the reaction.

“Jeff, what the shit!  Are you really trying to fuckin’ kill me?  REALLY?”  Some of the pleasure was gone from Sam’s voice.  But not much.

“Hell babe!  Wasn’t it you who said what a fuckin’ way to die?  That it feels so damn good?”

“I did say that you asshole!  Just do it slower, please?  I want to enjoy my death just a little bit longer.  Anyways, weren’t you going to drill me?”  She then giggles as she closes her eyes.

She is right.  I hit the switch and place the fucking machine into what I consider drill mode.  She won’t notice any different for about the next twenty minutes, when it starts hitting her cervix.  I also spread her legs a bit more while increasing the power to her tits, thighs, ass…

“Okay. You’re being drilled. You have about ninety minutes to live, my bitch.”  Then as a second thought I ask “Do you want Sarah to skin you too?”

I couldn’t believe the excitement Sam showed.  “You would do that for me Jeffie?  Damn, it’s not every day that I get to die.  So, yah!  Bring on them scalpels!”

This isn’t at all what I had in mind.  FAR from it. Instead of a sobbing, hysterical wife I find myself with an extremely happy piece of meat.  FUCK!

As I wonder what to do, I pick up a pinwheel and start working my way up her inner thighs as we talk.  Seven wheels of gleaming stainless steel pins.  I first let them glide gently over her skin.  Then I push them a little harder.  And then harder until I see a red trail of little pin pricks from her ankles to her cunt.  One more run and tiny streams of blood start to flow towards the rack.

And of course, she’s enjoying all of it.

The Hunter Continued
The Elimination Round

I step back from Sam while gently running the pinwheel up and down the side of my leg.  I don’t want to kill her, but what option do I have?  Her cervix is about to be invaded and shortly after that all she’ll be is a piece of meat.  DAMN.  

I take a quick glance at Pat.  She’s sound asleep, snoring away.  I do wish I knew how she does it.  I figured the tenderized hand would keep her awake.  Make her fearful of what might be coming next.  But no!  That’s obviously not the case.  Even when the fucking machine went a bit deeper, she screamed for a about a minute and then quickly drifted back to sleep.  And with a big grin on her face.  In some respects, she’s another Sam.

The cage gang is enjoying the show.  Sarah’s now waiting impatiently to slowly peel off my wife’s skin.  Cindy is becoming more of the devil incarnate.  She appears to be sizing up Sarah’s tits and ass.  If I were Sarah, I would watch my back.  And little Miss Kelsie has finally grasped her apparent fate.  She’s trying to make the best of her stay while figuring out ways to make the others stay just a bit more hellish.  If it weren’t for a missing leg she could easily replace any of the four cunts. Maybe a prosthesis?

After pacing a few minutes, I take off Sam’s eye mask and motion towards the cage.  “I’m going to let Sarah do her painful deed.  Are you sure you want to be skinned?”

A big smile comes across Sam’s face.

“Okay then…”  I walk over to the cage and let Sarah out.  After grabbing her ass, I hand Sarah two scalpels.  But not before reminding her that with that collar around her neck  she has no chance of getting out of the basement.  At least alive.  I don’t think she heard a single word.  She was only thinking of the joy she’ll soon have peeling off Sam’s skin.

While walking back to the rack, Sam screams “SHIT!!”  The dildo must have hit her cervix. Or started its drilling.  Either way, Sam doesn’t have much time.

First Sarah gently glides the scalpel points over Sam’s tits.  Looking up at Sarah, Sam smiles.  “I must admit.  You know how to treat a girl”

Suddenly the dildo starts spinning.  I glance over and see that Sarah’s about to make her first cut.  And that’s my queue to hit the little red button.  Everyone, with the exception of Sam, receives a large jolt from their collars.  More than enough to make them  pass out, but not enough to kill them.  Sarah?  She slumps over Sam with scalpels in hand, almost slicing off Sam’s left tit.

I look at Sam and ask ” Do you really, truly want to die today?  Because we can still do this.  It’s totally your call.”

She has a little frown on her face.  “You know me, Jeff.  Always the explorer.  I wouldn’t have regretted receiving the whole treatment, death and all.  But, if you would, please hit the stop button.  Today’s not that day.”  Then with a big smile on her face she proclaims, “I’m ready to go upstairs now.” 

We both smile.  “You really think it’s that simple?  So tell me, why should I stop?”  I just shake my head.  After letting her endure a few more seconds of pain and apprehension, I stop the drilling.

The first time I’ve seen Sam cry in a long while. 

The Hunter Continued.
The Switch

I moved Sarah and let her slump to the floor.  After undoing all the straps, it took several more minutes to guide Sam from the top of the rack to a nearby chair.  Her body was stiff from all of the abuse it had taken.  Legs spread.  Body pulled tight.  Drugs.  Electricity streaming through it.  And of course, the fucking machine.

As I sit her down in a chair I ask “Sam, what should I do with Sarah?”  I give Sarah’s body a slight nudge with my foot.

Sam takes a quick look at Sarah and then laughs.  “Besides fucking her?”

“Well, that goes without saying my love…”

Sam looks into my eyes.  “So. I’m still your love…  But not your favorite sex toy.”

I shake my head… “Sorry babe!  You’re not, we’re not as young as we used to be.  The years – how few they may be have taken their toll.  And sex?  Sex has become more of a habit, a chore and not an experience.  An adventure.”

Sam smiles.  “So, Jeff.  You want a new sex toy.  Something to play with.”  After a pause she continues …  “Jeff.  Do you trust me?  Do you trust me to choose our next sex toy?”

This is an interesting turn of events.  From hunting for prime meat to searching for the ultimate sex partner.  “Sure, and we sell the others as sex slaves?”

“Hell no.  Those bitches will be used as prime cuts of meat!”  She then points to the X-cross.  “I need to bind your hands Jeffie.  Part of my little experiment.”

It was against my good judgment, but I walked over to the x-cross where Sam bound my wrists.  Then she put the headset over my ears and a mask over my eyes. 

Over the next hour or so, my body was seduced five times.  Different each time, but always enjoyable.  And I always came. 

Then suddenly the mask and headset’s removed.  Pat, Sarah and Cindy are stretched on the three racks in front of me while Kelsie is hanging on the other x-cross beside me.

“So dear.  How does little Jeffie rank your five experiences?”  Sam has an extremely sadistic look about her.

After a few minutes I blurt out, “3 1 5 2 4”

Sam saunters over to Pat and picks up a playing card laying on her chest.  A five of hearts.  Moving to Cindy, she picks up the two of diamonds.  Sarah’s card is the four of clubs.  The real shocker, Kelsie holds the one of diamonds and Sam?  She has the three of spades.

Sam smiles.  “You should never underestimate me like Little Jeffie Jr.  It looks like he’s been missing out on a lot, do you agree?  I have plenty of adventure left in me.  More than you know.”

I smile and then motion to cuffs.  “Are you going to let me down, dear?”

“Sure Jeffie.  Once I cut off Jeffie Junior.  He’s been a bad boy…”

She walks towards me with scalpel in hand.  Stopping just inches in front of me her empty hand grabs my cock and gives it a hard yank.  A big smile spreads across her face.  “I’ve dreamed of doing some cutting on Junior for a very long time.  One of my unfulfilled fantasies.  Until today that is.”  I close my eyes waiting for the inevitable to happen.  A few seconds pass when she starts yanking on my cock.  What the fuck?  But I must admit, it does feel damn good!  

The Hunter Continued
Time for Goodbyes

Sam and I visited two of the racks, turning on the fucking machine’s drill mode as we departed.  What didn’t they know?  Just that I programmed them to stop after entering the cervix.  Should be good for a few screams.  Along with some permanent damage.  I wonder if Sam will be disappointed.

Our next stop – Pat’s rack.  Sam unstraps her while I slowly lower Kelsie from the x-cross.  I remind the two of the dangers of going up the stairs.  The voltage their collars will deliver will be fatal to either of them.  They slowly shake their head yes…  we then explain their job.  It is to look after the other two.  They can have some fun, but definitely no killing. That will be a group event.

Sam and I are going to enjoy some fuck time in the kitchen.  Between the utensils, drugs and other paraphernalia we should have an enjoyable afternoon.

As we pass through the door Sam asks “Are you sure about my choices, Jeffie?  This might be the last time Little Jeffie will enjoy Sarah’s and Cindy’s meat sleeve.”  She has a big smile across her face.

It was about an hour later when we hear a loud scream come from the direction of the racks.  I shake my head and give Sam a smile.  Sam, well she’s a bit tied up.  I was lowering her onto one of the kitchens many meat hooks.  Something in her bucket list that she wanted to experience.  For some reason she always wanted to know how it felt.  Pain is a big turn on.  A strange one I’m married to.  I might need to keep Sarah around in case of Sam’s untimely death..  I quickly secure the rope and turn towards the dungeon.

I hear another loud scream just as I approach Kelsie.  She’s pointing at Cindy, who is now partially sitting up.  Somehow she pulled her wrists out of the cuffs leaving a bloody mess..  Blood covering the cuffs.  Blood covering her wrists.  Blood dripping from the rack..

I smile at Kelsie.  ‘Don’t worry beautiful.  She won’t be going anywhere.’  I hit a button on the rack and looked deep into Cindy’s eyes.  ‘This is going to hurt just a tiny bit.’

She stares back.  “You really didn’t expect me to lie her and watch my fucking life pass by, did you?  You bastard!”

I smile.  ‘No, I really didn’t.  But I was hoping that you would make it through this round without complaints.’

Now the rack begins to creak as it slowly spreads Cindy’s legs even further apart.  A few minutes later I finally hear the sounds she was dreading.  A distinct pop and a loud snap..  She was lucky on one side.  The hip was just pulled out of its socket.  Not so lucky on the other – something definitely broke.  I stop to enjoy Cindy’s screams as they fill the air.  Damn.  That’s exactly what this torture chamber was missing, some mood music 

After pausing the rack, I quickly hit a few buttons on the fucking machine.  It quickly snaps to life moving quickly down Cindy’s cunt stopping briefly at the entrance to her cervix.  It then starts spinning, slowly pushing its way towards the uterus.

‘Damn!  I forgot the lubricating jell.  But you really don’t need it, now do you Cindy?  After all, what’s a little pain.’

I shake my head.  “I’ll miss screwing you.”    Taking a syringe from my pocket, I shove the needle deep into her belly button.  “Just some stimulants my bitch.  Should help with the pain.”

I give both of Cindy’s nips a hard pinch, squeeze Kelsie’s beautiful melons and turn to start back to the kitchen.

That’s when Cindy yells out – “I can get you more meat!”

I stop for a second and look back.  “That’s all you have?  I have at least ten bitches on my meat list just waiting for pickup!”  I really don’t..

She yells out again as I take another step towards the kitchen.  “And do you have a buyer?”  She continues as I turn to face her.  “Do you have a buyer who will move five hundred pounds of prime each week?”

As I stare into her eyes, she forces a big smile.  “So, Jimmie, tell me you’re not interested.”

“The money, no.  The idea, yes.”  After a pause I ask.  “Cindy.  How do I know you’re just not trying to save that cunt of yours?”  I give her a wicked smile.   “It’s probably starting to hurt like hell, isn’t it…”

I hear a laugh from the kitchen.  I smile.  “Sam’s hanging around in the kitchen.  Waiting for me to return and hang her from a meat hook.  I told her a hundred times that it isn’t a good idea, that she could easily die from that experience.  But no, she so wants to know first hand what it feels like.”  After a brief pause I ask “So Cindy, what would you like to feel?”

Before she gets a chance to answer I start rattling off a random list of possibilities.  “We can rip your legs completely off.  Continue drilling your cunt.  Have you skinned.”  I saw Sarah smile when I mentioned that one.

“Brand your entire body.  Cook you alive.  Feed you to the pigs.  Butcher you.  See how long it takes a colony of beetles to consume you.  Inside out of course.  Give you a soothing bath in sulfuric acid.  Lower your body feet first into the meat grinder.  Place you on a bed of nails.  Pump boiling water into your ass, cunt and down your throat.  Use you as a dart board…  Damn!  Let’s just say there’s a lot of things we could do for you.  Any preferences?  Anything you fear most?”

That’s when we hear Sam yell out “Damn it Jeffie!  YOU FORGOT THE MEAT HOOK!”

I nod.  “And then there’s the meat hook.  Speaking of which, I must return to the kitchen.  In the meantime we’ll let the fuckin’ machine do its thing.”

To be continued