The sun shone brightly upon the town of Manchester, its rays reflecting off the Arndale centre’s glass plated connective tube and into the eyes of an elderly woman who, in this moment of blindness, fell down a flight of stairs and lay a crumpled mess of shattered bones, her blood slowly dribbling from her mouth as she stared blankly at a brightly coloured poster.
The poster was advertising an event, an event that was to be acted out by some obscure dramatic group that no one particularly knew nor cared about. It had been on that wall and others much like it for over two months now and most of the business types/shoppers didn’t take much notice of it, disregarding it as mere graffiti. Much as this elderly woman did until she ended up at the base of the stairway, her legs crumpled underneath themselves in an unnatural fashion, her arms shattered, folded against her saggy breasts.
Jessica walked down the stairway and saw the old woman, it was surrounded by plastic bags, its eyes had a faraway look and it smelt bad. “Another tramp” she thought and walked faster to try and avoid the inevitable catchphrase of: “Spare any money”.
Jessica was sixteen, still in full time education and privy to the entire juvenile philosophy that reigned supreme in her mind and made her judgements for her, moreover, she was a cocktease, flirting with the masses, yet retaining that oh so precious virginity. She was set to meet three of her friends at the big wheel, the big wheel being a largish round device but I doubt it needs extensive description, at two o’clock, for a day of purchasing expensive underwear and hats.
Though today was going to be monotonous, overwhelmingly tiresome and overall pointless Jessica seemed rather optimistic about the day ahead. As she leant against the wall, listening to the monotonous drone of the small orchestra playing in the background, waiting for her friends to arrive, she went over the plan for today in her mind and finally reassured herself that yes; today will be an okay sort of day and that she was glad that she came out.
An unlicensed white van drove into view and parked close by. Five men wearing bunny masks and trench coats stepped out of the back of the van, carrying rags pre-soaked with chloroform; they stayed in the shade, out of public sight and awaited the signal.
Sara arrived along with Aimee shortly followed by Georgia. Everyone was here and it was time to begin the joyous day of shopping, with its many “trying ons” and “purchasing” that would so fill up this day leaving them all tired and tuckered out at the end of it all.
The small orchestra playing in the distance upped the tempo of the dreary song and began to walk over to the foursome, eventually reaching a level of carousel music, the band formed a semicircle behind the girls, who laughed in the face of public embarrassment, too nervous to walk away or ask them to stop.
The music slowly grew louder as the five bunny men walked carefully through the semicircle of musical delights, rags in hand, eventually reaching the girls. They stood behind them, grabbed the girls shoulders and began to dance, with each step the music grew faster and louder, faster and louder, faster and louder until it was all a swirling mess of five twirling rabbits, dancing behind four teenage girls, carousel music blasting into the ever growing audience.
Suddenly, the rabbits stopped twirling. All but one were stood behind a girl. The music continued to grow louder and faster as they clasped the rag onto their faces and nose, the girls screams were muffled and drowned out by the music, the audience still believed that all this was all part of the show so as the girls noses began to bleed they were all still enraptured by the artistic skill portrayed in this street piece.
Jessica faded out of consciousness, followed by Sara along with Aimee, Georgia was last to leave the land of the conscious, each as limp as a rag doll.
The girls were bundled into the back of the unlicensed van by the four bunny men, the fifth remained with the audience, thanking them for the applause and cheering, finally wishing them a good day as he stepped into his white automobile and drove off into the distance. Not one member of the audience did feel the need to ask any questions on the matter of the kidnapping, they each accepted it and went about their daily lives.
If you ever want to hide anything, hide it in plain sight. The stupidity of the average person will allow most people to get away with most things, if you take the time to get it right through: planning, timing and the wonderful use of logic. This is how, through no great means, through no sacrifice, with no risk, four girls became property.
Jessica awoke.
She was strapped to a chair with ropes and duck tape, unable to move her arms or legs freely, in her mouth was a chewy ball gag that tasted like strawberries, still dressed in the clothes she wore into town, her face wasn’t covered so she could see all the wonderful things that awaited her.
Georgia, Sara and Aimee were situated next to her; they each sat hogtied in a line, every little girls eyes slowly realising the situation they were in.
The stench of fear rose quickly into the nostrils of the scantily clad master, his penis stiff in anticipation, poking out of his rubber leotard as eager as a child at Christmas. Though beautifully veined and elongated, his penis had many warts and growths and wasn’t appealing to the eye, with his lice ridden pubic hair and brutally mutilated testicle sack you could get the impression that Louie didn’t care for his sexual organ and most probably would feel the want to remove it in some grotesque violent ritual.
The sharp snap of Louie’s heel echoed about the warehouse, he moved slowly behind the four girls to build suspense, revealing his presence individually by stroking their hair, fondling the curls, delicately abusing each follicle.
He stepped to the front; all eyes focused on his disgusting schlong, he began the rehearsed monologue. “Good evening, first of all I would like to thank everyone for attending this important event; it really means a lot to me that there are so many willing volunteers for this program.” The contorted faces of the teens showed their confusion, yet the matter at hand had partially overwhelmed their minds, leaving little space for actual verbal contact, not saying they could contact verbally, with the strawberry flavoured ball gags in place it would be reduced to mere muffling.
Louie continued, “Now, I am going to abuse you. I am going to hurt you. I am not going to be nice. So, the next few moments aren’t going to be pleasant.” Louie smiled; he paused to allow his statement to sink in. Jessica screamed muffled abuse in an aggressive tone, though well deserving of said abuse, Louie was not one to take muffled insults well.
“What was that?” he whispered softly in her ear, “Do you have any input on the situation? Well, lets help you out a bit.” He removed the strawberry flavoured ball gag and stepped back.
Jessica’s mind went blank, as it does in situations like these, she couldn’t come up with the suitable insult that could describe how she felt about him. “Can’t think of anything?” Louie queried. “Nothing you want to get off your chest? Well we’ll just have to put this back on.”
As Louie stepped forward with the gag, thinking of a crucial one liner, Jessica let rip a torrent of profanities that took Louie by surprise. “Cunt” was mentioned a few times along with “You shit licking toad fucker” which rarely comes into conversations.
Louie discarded the ball gag and walked behind the line, picking up a thick thread and needle from his selection of tools. “Right then, you have just lost the right to talk.” Louie punched Jess in the face, she cried in pain as he pummeled her, when she was still he began to carefully sew her lips together, all in plain sight of Aimee, Sara and Georgia.
Attention moved as he finished his job, Jess’ bloodied jaw lay still as she slept. “So… anyone else want to give me an opinion on this matter?” The remaining girls shook their heads quickly, trying to not stare at Jessica. “Well then, lets get started.” Louie beamed at the girls and swiftly returned to his chilled tray of tools.
He walked menacingly towards Georgia, brandishing a glinting pair of scissors, he teased her dark locks with the blade and stroked her soft skin. Gently, he knelt down to her crotch and began to snip away at her clothes, removing the outer layers that protected her body. She struggled against the bonds as she felt the cold steel against her flesh, her fear rose.
He revealed her tanned physique, her hairless thighs, her plump breasts and her fuzzy vagina. She closed her eyes as she felt the wind against her, it gently caressed her body as she squirmed in her seat. “Oh no, we can’t have that.” He whispered, disappearing and reappearing shortly after with shaving foam and a razor. He expertly began to shave her twat, she twitched as blade met skin, "If you move about", Louie spoke calmly, "I might miss." Georgia became still and Louie continued making her as smooth as a baby’s arse. “That’s better.” He said under is breath and gently blew on her libia, removing any remaining hairs. Georgia let loose a muffled moan as a little juice escaped her cunt.
“You like that slut? Well try this.” He thrust the razor blade into her vagina up to the hilt. Georgia let out a whimper of pain as her hymen broke, tears trickled down her face as blood stained the blades edge, “Don’t cry dear, there will be time for that later.” Louie began to saw upwards with the razor, making her gash wider. Georgia bit down on the strawberry flavoured gag as her blood mixed with her cum as the blade went in and out.
Her gash grew as Louie worked, Georgia screamed as her vagina moved up her abdomen, her blood began to spurt as Louie set about removing her protective layer of skin. Georgia struggled against the bonds that kept her to the chair as Louie revealed the gooey surprise of her intestines, “What’s this?” Louie asked, “It appears that you have grown some human-rope. Lets get rid of these regualr ones and put yours to good use.” Louie freed Georgia from her bounds and removed the ball gag, this allowed Georgia the ample time to scream for help, to try and alert the authorites but, due to blood loss, she wasted it by passing out.
After pulling out her intestines, with the yellow pre-digested bile leaking onto the floor, tying up each breast individually with the tract and finally securing her hands behind her back did her shove his putrid cock in between her arse cheeks and pound away at her anal virginity, shoving his diseased ridden manhood again and again into her cute, bloodstained anus. Georgia was dead, her digestive system flopped against the floor as Louie’s mutated penis penetrated past her anus and deep into her lukewarm corpse.
Pulling out before climax, he grabbed Georgia by the hair and finished himself off. He came on her face and rubbed it into her mouth and up her nose. “Like that taste bitch? You like it?” he nodded her head for her “Good.” He flipped her onto her back, exposing her breasts, Aimee and Sara sat motionless, eyes fixated on the necrophilic intestinal bondage before them. Louie stood, cleaned himself up and continued to undress the others, allowing Georgia to coagulate in peace.
He turned to Aimee and smiled a sickly sweet smile,“Aimee, Aimee, Aimee. I am willing to let you go free, to go home and see your family, would you like that?” Aimee could not speak, she was far too terrified and traumatized by the things that she had just seen happen to her friends, the ball gag jammed in her mouth didn't help much either. “If you’re not going to speak, I may as well cut out your tongue.” Louie went for his blade.
“Yes” Aimee spoke softly, tears streaming down her face dribbling down onto her naked breasts, collecting at her pink nipples and dripping to the floor. Her eyes, swollen with tears, were wide in fear as Louie caressed her soft milky skin.
“Right then, well first you will have to do something for me.”
Aimee had trouble with the words, she couldn't think, all things had happened so fast. She just wanted out of here, to leave this terrible place, but what about her friends? She couldn't just abandon them, could she? “Wh-what will I have to do?”
“You’ll have to clean up a little mess.” Louie Pointed towards Georgia’s twitching carcass.
“N-n-no I can’t do th-that.”
“You can go free, go home, don’t you want that?”
“Yeah, but…”
“Well here is your chance, you can be free from all this pain and go home.”
“But...”
“Good.” Louie freed Aimee and let her fall to the floor, he attached a leash to her neck and forced her to crawl over to Georgia’s ruined cunt. “Eat up.” Louie said sternly. Aimee looked into the remains of her friends vagina, she looked back at Louie and gave him a look of disgust.
"I can't lick that, I can't, I just can't."
“You will eat slave!” With his foot he pushed Aimee’s head into Georgia’s fadge, Aimee screamed into Georgia's cold cunt, her tongue lapping up the blood, the intestinal juices and the cum. The taste lingered on Aimee's tongue as she swallowed the liquid filth.
As Aimee’s head was engulfed by Georgia’s gash, Louie grabbed her hips and placed his cock against her southern lips and pushed through all the way in, out again and in. His knobbly tadger fucking her cunt majestically, his huge infection sliding in, sliding out, and penetrating her deep.
Aimee stopped eating Georgia out and moaned as this knobbly cock pounded at her pussy, "No! Please don't!" Yet harder and harder Louie thrusted his penis into Aimee’s hole, her tight, virgin walls massaging his dick, her juices providing the much needed lubrication as her rode her like a bitch at Christmas.
Eventually they both came, her with a loud moan him with a grunt, his juices flooding her vagina. She lay on top of her dead friend, clutching her breasts and rocking slowly. After five minutes she stood, Louies cum dripping from her tightly packed vagina, “So? Can I…can I go? Please?” Louie turned to her, smiled and punched her in the face.
“You stopped licking your friend slave, so no.” he stepped over to his chilled tray of implements and came back with a hacksaw.
“What are you going to do with that?” Aimee's fear rose, climaxing as her urine sprayed over the floor. Louie was silent; he sat down on her chest and began to remove her arms. Louie sawed through flesh and bone, the blood pumped from the stumps, Aimee felt weak as her tears dripped from her eye sockets.
Aimee, screamed in agony as she lost all feeling in her hands. As the blood continued to pour, Louie was quick enough to cauterize the wound before severe blood loss took affect. Aimee squealed as the searing pain sealed her wounds, she was still conscious when Louie knelt by her crotch and put two fingers to her cunt, “Still moist? Well that will make things a lot less hard for you.” Louie took her right arm and shoved it up her vagina, Aimee cried in pain as she took the entire length of her right arm up her snatch, “Nothing like a good fisting eh?” he flipped her over, took the left arm and shoved it up her arse. Aimee writhed about as her limbs made their way deeper into her body, she yelled "Please take them out! Please i'm begging you! Oh God please!" but was ignored and left to wiggle in pain.
As Aimee screamed for attention, Louie stood, cleaned himself up again and went over to his tray. He returned with a pair of metal scissors, dull and blunt. He turned to the last remaining untouched girl.
“And then there were two, how do you feel, nervous? Y’know, I’d feel the same way.” He played with her breasts, “You have nice tits dear, it is a shame that they are now mine to do with as I wish.” He removed the strawberry flavoured ball gag, “What do you think of the situation you are in? Are you curious about what’s going to happen?”
“I-I’m not afraid y-you dirty fucking shit!” Sara screamed and spat in his face, she wasn't going to be intimidated, even if he had just brutally tortured two of her friends.
“Guess not.” Louie remarked and cleared away her spittle, “I guess I’ll have to change that.” He disappeared below Sara; he began to stimulate her clitoris, rubbing it softly and carefully with his wet fingers. Sara became aroused and guiltfully moaned as Louie slipped his fingers into her cunt and rubbed roughly. When her clit reached full size Louie sliced it off with the dull scissors, cutting away slowly as Sara wailed in pain, the warm blood dribbled down her legs and made puddles on the floor. He took it up to the now pain stricken face of Sara, draped it over her nose and took a big bite.
“Just like jerky!” He proclaimed, “Your turn.” He placed the rest of Sara’s clitoris inside her mouth and forced her to chew. “Yummy ain't it. Well lets see what else is on the menu.” He pulled out her nipples and cut them off with his blunt blades, snipping them off millimetre by millimetre just to guarantee that she felt it, he placed them in Sara’s mouth and forced her to chew once more. “Great appetizers no?” Louie asked, Sara didn't reply, she was trying not to focus on her vaginal and nipple pain,“Well? Fine we’ll try something else.”
Louie walked over to the chilled tray and brought over an equally chilled spoon. He shoved it into Sara's left eye socket and gouged out Sara’s eye, she screamed as it went in, feeling the cold metal penetrate her interior, he fed it to her, forcing her to chew by moving her head up and down forcefully. “How did that taste? Good? Wait I’ll try one.” He gouged out her right eye and ate it himself, Sara screamed again, she tried to visualize her happy place, this was made easier by her new lack of sight.
The screams annoyed Louie, he swiftly grabbed Sara’s head and shoved his cock into her, now free, eye hole. It penetrated deep into the spongy grey matter, he retracted with ease and plunged all the way in. Squish, squash, squish, squash, Louies penis pounded away at the mush inside. Blood poured from Sara’s head yet Louie continued to pound, his disgusting malformed cock disappearing into the sixteen year olds skull. He shot his load into the back of her head, Sara stopped screaming and Jessica regained consciousness.
“Welcome back child. Don’t try to speak, you’ll only be disappointed.” Louie Massaged Jessica’s breasts and pinched her nipples, she squealed like a piglet and silent tears began to flow. “Don’t you cry now whore, don’t you cry." Louie warned. He took a step back to allow Jess to see his handy work, "If you’d care to gaze hither, you could see the mutilated bodies of your friends. Don’t worry though, you won’t have to look at them for long.” Jessica let loose a muffled plea for help, “What was that? You want me to fuck you? Well if you insist.” He untied her and placed her on the floor, he handcuffed her hands behind her back and walked to his chilled tray.
He picked up a scalpel, knelt beside the incapacitated body of the sweet sixteen year old girl, her breasts rising and falling with each breath, the nipples erect from the cold. She looked across the room and saw the gutted Georgia, the Skull fucked Sara and the limbless Aimee. Louie sat on her naked chest, his penis flopped onto her belly and without warning he began to slice around each plump molehill, removing her puberty stricken tits. Jessica was in pure agony, the pain was immense yet the stitching was secure, her lips made a whisper of her screams.
The breasts were removed, hollowed out and made into a mask, they were then attached to Jessica‘s face with a needle and thread. “I am quite fond of hentai you know, I have always wanted to fuck a tit monster.” Louie went close to Jessica’s ear and whispered, “Will you be my tit monster? If you don't want to just say no.” Jessica shook her head viciously, “Yes? Oh that is very nice of you... but we will have to get you more breasts.” Louie stood and set upon the other girls, removing each gland, he didn't find any opposition until he reached Aimee who was too weak to fight back, he laughed at her squeals of pain.
Three pairs of breasts, six whole tits, he attached them to Jessica’s chest and squeezed each individually coloured nipple. He cleaned them with his tongue, licking the new blood stained chest of the teenage girl. He shoved his disgusting penis into the grooves, fucking the many breasts, the soft skin, lubricated with the blood and sweat, created the perfect tit wank, allowing Louie to fuck his creation. Malformed chest met malformed cock, he thrusted harder and harder, his shaft rubbing up and down the many glands, he reached climax almost instantly, his warm man juice shot out of him and landed onto her face.
“Aren’t you pretty.” Louie snarled, “I’ve got one more idea to try, I am going to bend your body so that you can lick your own cunt, what do you think?” Jessica shook her head weakly; she didn’t have the strength to fight back anymore, she wanted an end. “Okay, I’m going to push your back into your legs. Your gonna like this I swear” Louie pushed her legs onto her shoulders, Jessica's multiple breasts providing much resistance yet he pushed hard, his dream was almost fulfilled.
Snap!
Jessica’s neck broke. Her head dove into her own fadge, Jessica achieved auto-cunnilingus at the cost of her own life. Louies job was done, he walked over to his chilled tray, cleaned his tools and went out to buy some cutlery.
Meanwhile, back in Manchester, down the stony steps that led to the large wheel device, the corpse of the old lady was being fucked by a dog. Her wrinkled vagina was pounded away by the elongated shaft of patches the local stray; Patches shoved his doggy cock deep into her cold body, her crumbly old cunt providing the suction it needed to get its doggy-self off. Patches came, he shot his juices into the old lady, he pulled himself out and cocked his leg.
What a fuck.
This is good. I lol'd.
Jerky! LOL!
Tit Monster! LOL!
Louie is fucking funny!
Nice story, dude
I'm thinking Bertie Bassett tentacle rape.
Hi I'm an holly wood big shot director and I would like to make this a feature film. I'm willing to offer you 5$ and a bologna sandwhich for the rights to your story.
Your dollar system is worthless.
See now that was pretty good.
Although there wasn't enough....description. I dunno, it was COOL and I enjoyed it, but it felt like it was lacking something..more filling.
