1 Name: JD : 2007-04-09 10:11 [Del]
Homecoming
By JD joandoe@gmail.com
Description: Every year during the big Homecoming game, one senior girl is fucked and butchered by her nearest male relative. This is Maritta’s year.
Content Codes: M/F, rape, incest, cann, first, necro, snuff, blade-mutilation
Disclaimer: This story contains content that should not be read by people underneath the age of 21. It is 100% fiction and has no bearing on reality whatsoever. 100% fiction means real life rape is WRONG. Incest amongst consenting adults ain’t none of my business. The author does not condone illegal and immoral actions described. If you feel rape in the real world is a good thing, bend over in a prison and whistle dixie. While I'm disclaiming, racism, homophobia and other bigotry of any kind are also really fucking stupid. I don’t own any of Wolverine’s original characters and make no profit from this story. Please read the story codes above to ensure that you are not going to be offended by, or otherwise dislike, the content.
Additional Credit: The characters of Maritta and Dane belong to Wolverine of sistermeat.com, and are used with prior permission. Wolverine also contributed to the plot.
A gloriously warm late September day meant that the crowds at the High School stadium were still in summer clothes as they packed the stands and bleachers. The first half of the annual Homecoming game had been hard fought by both teams, to the accompaniment of much applause and cheering. As the teams left the field at half time, Principle Myers took up his microphone and walked onto the field.
“Goddamn, folks, is this a humdinger of a game or what? I haven’t seen such a good Homecoming game at this school since I was quarterback!”
The crowd laughed dutifully; Principle Myers made the same joke every year. It was just another of the school’s great American traditions, like the Homecoming game itself. As he spoke, five senior girls were brought out onto the field. Each was cuffed, hands behind her back, and each had a bright red ball gag strapped into her mouth. One had a black eye, and another walked funny, as if she’d just recently been kicked hard in the cunt. Each girl was brought onto the field by a man, and all of the men had passing to close familial similarities with the girls.
The gathered student body and alumni hollered and clapped, making further speech temporarily impossible. Principle Myers had the five girls quickly lined up, with the five men standing behind them. Some of the girls were still struggling, and two were just quietly resigned with their faces downcast. The crowd noise dropped off,
“Folks you all know how this works. Mr Jackson brings over the hat, I pull out the name of one of these seniors, and that lucky girl is going to be raped and butchered right here in front of you all by her nearest male relative; We’ve got brothers here, fathers here, even a Grandfather, seein’ as Catriona’s brother was last year’s Sadie Hawkins special, and her daddy had that unfortunate accident with the horse.”
Mr Jackson brought over the dusty old black top hat during the Principle’s speech. He carried a heavy hessian sack in his other hand, which bulged out with the outlines of tools. Some were never used, of course, but being prepared never hurt anybody. He paused and ran his eye salaciously along the five girls from the close by vantage point, and then left the sack on the grass and the hat with Myers as he retreated to the sidelines.
“And nobody goes away empty handed! The other four girls are going to feature in the less prestigious, but no less fun, Homecoming Ball – those that survive a few hours with the winning team after this here game, of course!”
The girls were all clearly terrified. This kind of tradition was considered awesome by everyone except the far left, but only from the outside. Few indeed were willing to take part – and that was for the best, because a willing girl couldn’t be raped. The female students lining the stands were laughing and joking with their friends and boyfriends, more interested in this display than the macho football game. They all knew, or knew of, their fellow students lined up down on the field.
There was Catriona, who at the previous year’s Sadie Hawkins dance had raped (with the aid of viagra) and butchered her own brother, and who had trusted on her grandfather to get her out of town before the Homecoming months later. He’d kicked her in the cunt, surprising her with his strength, and come on her face before bringing her down to the football stadium. The old man remembered the feel of his own sister’s body beneath him on that very same field, decades before.
The first girl with her father was Sandy, the head cheerleader, who had been entered into the draw for failing math. She’d suggested extra tuition, but a special deputation from the other cheerleaders, who wanted to eat her toned ass, persuaded Principle Myers to uphold the entry. The other girl was Harmony, who’d been caught smoking in the girl’s room by Miss Bukowski, and been tardy a few times.
Finally, with their brothers, there was Katya, a pretty purple-haired Goth who’d scrawled graffiti condemning tradition in the school, and whose brother already had his hands in the band of her skirt as she squirmed in his arms… and there was Maritta.
Maritta had the finest boobs in school, and everyone knew it. Her brother Dane stood proudly behind her, basking in the noise of the crowd. Though she wasn’t struggling, he held Maritta by her upper arms, with his rough hands squeezing her slim limbs. She’d cried and pleaded and begged to be let off detention for passing a note in class, so her teacher (Mr Jackson, as it happened), seeing her basic innocence and good nature, had agreed. He entered her in the Homecoming draw as punishment instead.
“And the lucky girl is,” said Principle Myers as he read a name from the hat, “are you ready…? MARITTA!”
Dane yanked his sister’s blonde hair back and showed her face to the crowd as she groaned into her ball gag. He shook hands with the other men as they led their relatives away, Katya’s top was damp with blood; her brother had reached under it and torn out her nipple rings. Dane and Maritta were left on the football field with Principle Myers and his microphone,
“Well, Dane, we’re all real glad to have you back here today. Let me ask, did you ever think you’d be doing your pretty little sister before the old Alma Mater?”
“No sir, Principle Myers. I always dreamed of it though. There’s nothing I’ve ever wanted more than to rape Maritta, cut her up, maybe fuck her again and then eat her.”
“Well, Dane, today’s your lucky day. We have a cooking fire over there and a spit; if you happen to have any choice cuts of sister meat to put on it. Not to mention the regular Barbeque. Butchering equipments in the bag, and don’t let the crowd cheerin’ put you off your stroke. They come here to see this as much as they have the game – speakin’ of which, half time is extended as per usual, but you don’t have forever. The teams come back on and Maritta is still here, they’re going to kick her a field goal with her cunt! ‘k?”
Principle Myers shook Dane’s hand, copped a feel of Maritta’s big breasts, and headed back to the sidelines to watch the show. He started joking with Jackson about how the football team had said they were going to make sure Katya didn’t make it to the homecoming ball, because her brother was going to flay her while she was raped, then they planned to hang her from the uprights by her own intestines to finish her off.
Dane worked fast, feeling the hardness of his organ pressing into pants. He was going to need a saw from the hessian sack in a little bit, but for the moment he just needed a hunting knife. He pulled it from his own belt and, holding his shorter sister’s blonde hair aside, slashed it down the back of her white top. A thin red line appeared down her tanned back as the sides of her top slid apart. Maritta yelped into her gag and tried to pull free, but with Dane’s 6’2”, 185lbs to little Maritta’s 5’4” 130lbs, the big-titted senior girl wasn’t going anywhere.
Maritta’s muffled begging exited Dane further, and he slashed wildly with his hunting knife, cutting and tearing off her clothing until his sister was buck naked before the school. Blood ran down her tanned flesh as Dane tripped her back onto the grass. She landed painfully, with her cuffed wrists digging into her back. Her terrified eyes stared up into Dane’s handsome face; she saw the hunger in his eyes behind his glasses, and saw the toothy grin he displayed beneath his mustache. The smile of a hungry carnivore.
Dane stripped his own clothes off quickly, tossing the hunting knife from hand to hand as he got his shirt off, and then kicked Maritta’s legs apart. Sweet, innocent little Maritta who had never hurt a fly. He kicked her right in the cunt. The crowd loved it. Maritta screamed into her gag as the pain hit, but before she could try to curl into a ball Dane was on his knees between her short legs. Maritta kicked uselessly around Dane as he positioned himself at her entrance.
He tore into her dry virginity brutally, sinking his hard cock inside her tight hot hole. Maritta screamed as her maiden’s blood stained her brother’s cock. He brought the hunting knife down into her left breast, sinking the shining blade three inches into the firm teenage mound. Dane felt her pussy clamp around him. Maritta’s muffled screams were starting to run together.
“Too dry, he muttered,” before pulling his bloodstained cock out and stabbing the hunting knife fully into Maritta’s cunt.
He twisted it, cutting sensitive inner tissue and muscle. Maritta’s agonized twisting and struggling only served to slice her cunt up more on the blade. Blood dribbled onto Dane’s hand as he stabbed his sister’s blood blonde bush again. He could hear her wailing over the chanting of the crowd (“What do we want? Sister meat! When do we want it? NOW!”), so he pulled the blade out from Maritta, slicing her clitoris in two as he did so, and embedded it into his sister’s other breast.
Dane dragged Maritta’s kicking legs up onto her shoulders and slid back into her bloody cunt. Her blood lubricated him joyously as he hammered into her mutilated femininity. Maritta’s sliced tits wobbled as she was raped, making the knife cut from side to side in the lightly tanned flesh. Dane’s balls slapped wetly against her on each inward thrust. He leaned down and suckled one of Maritta’s nipples into his mouth.
She felt his mustache brush against her firm teenage tit, and then his teeth digging into the flesh. Dane bit down hard, tasting coppery blood before he tore Maritta’s nipple off. He swallowed as blood dribbled down his chin. Maritta lost control of her bladder, and her piss sprayed both their crotches. Deep inside, beneath the pain, and the terror, she was ashamed at pissing in front of all the other students. Dane felt his sister’s steaming waste fluid lubricate the brutal incestuous rape further. He felt his climax rising as he hammered her, and yanked the hunting knife free from her breast.
Dane started to slice off his sister’s bleeding boob, but the sight of the blade cutting in against her chest drove him over the edge. He dropped the knife and pulled her bloody body close as he sprayed inside her cunt with his seed. He pumped and pumped; firing brother’s seed up into Maritta’s bloody hole. It was the best feeling in the world, and he kissed the tears from her cheek as he took a moment to enjoy the euphoric pleasure.
He was still hard as he pulled out. Blood and semen drained into the grass from Maritta’s cut up hole. Dane finished slicing off Maritta’s big breast, leaving a flat red circle on her chest. He put it to one side, and then, with a steadying hand on her sweaty belly, cut the other one from her chest. He threw the knife aside and held up Maritta’s severed breasts for the crowd. Blood dribbled down his wrists.
“I bet you don’t get many of those to the pound, “ joked Principle Myers into his microphone. The crotch of his trousers was damp with his own semen.
Dane figured he was probably running out of time – for the football game, not Maritta - he was quite happy to fuck his sister after she was dead. He spotted the guys with the spit pole, and waved to indicate that he’d need it shortly. Rummaging in the hessian sack he found a diamond tipped bone saw. It was just what he needed.
“Still alive, sister?” he asked, as he returned with it to Maritta, “I just wish I’d thought to have someone with a camera catch your face when I came in you. Just have to make do with long shots…”
The innocent blonde teenager was shivering on the blood-spattered grass. Dane turned her over with his foot, and then knelt down beside her. His blood cock dripped a few splashes onto Maritta’s back as he started to saw through her left arm, just above the elbow. The saw was wickedly sharp, and took hardly any effort to go through meat and skin, and only a little more to go through the arm bones. Dane held it up for the crowd, before cutting the other one off below the elbow.
He took the hunting knife and sliced a few choice cuts off from Maritta’s upper arm, cutting away the muscle and minimal fat with ease. One of the guys manning the barbeque came over with a plate, and Dane put the cuts onto it. Dane was assured that they’d be ready to eat as soon as he was done on the field.
Blood pumped from both stumps as Dane turned Maritta back over. Her still cuffed arms twitched nearby, despite no longer having any connection to her brain. The pain in the petite blonde girl’s shoulders was overriding even her bisected clitoris. Her eyelids fluttered, while thick fluid ran from her nose. It looked like she’d tried to throw up around her ball gag. Blades of grass stuck against her now flat chest. Dane was sure she could still see him looking down into her eyes. She wasn’t lost in madness, or shock. His sister was so beautiful, but he could make her prettier.
Dane stroked Maritta’s thigh, and brought the saw blade down to the toned meat there. His mouth watered at the prospect of tasting it. He began to saw, cutting through only slightly less quickly than he had her arms. When he hit the artery, Maritta began to lose blood very fast. Dane could tell she was very nearly gone as he finished cutting through the leg.
Maritta was aware only of the pain, and that her own brother had caused it to her. Phantom agony flowed from her missing limbs and her debreasted chest. The agony from her never stimulated clit made it feel like it was huge. Surely something so small couldn’t hurt so much? Her face had grown very pale, and she barely felt it as Dane wrapped her remaining leg around his ass, and pulled her onto his lap. He slipped back into her bloody cunt, and bounced his sister’s body on his cock. Maritta died with Dane’s shaft buried inside her, and she was gone by the time he came again.
Dane knew she tied, as her bladder gave up the last of her urine. He sighed, living his dream. He looked into her glazed over eyes, and worked his bloody fingers on the straps of her ball gag. Bile slipped from her slack lips as he tossed it aside. His erection had wilted some, but he had planned for another fuck, and figured he’d be up for it.
Dane dropped Maritta’s corpse on the ground and finished dismembering her. He sawed through her remaining leg first, and marveled at how sluggish the blood had become without the heart pumping it around. He wrapped his hand in Maritta’s hair and stood, turning to show everyone in the football stadium her torso. Then, he raised the bone saw to her neck and cut one handed. Blood dribbled down her torso from the new wound.
Maritta’s mouth hung slackly as Dane sawed through her neck. As with the leg, the blood spray was almost non-existent as the arterial blood was no longer under any great pressure. The blonde girl’s torso tangled from two thirds of her neck, then a third, then the last flesh tore and separated before Dane could saw through it. He lifted Maritta’s head up by the hair and kissed her, tasting bile and blood on his sister’s tongue.
The spit guys came over, carrying the sharp spitting pole between them.
“Just a moment, fellas, I’ve got to gut Maritta before that torso goes on the spit.”
Dane put Maritta’s head aside as he got back down and, exchanging saw for knife once again, sliced open Maritta’s flat belly. He worked quickly, professionally, tugging and cutting out intestines and organs quickly. He took out Maritta’s reproductive system whole, uterus, tubes, vagina and all, and squeezed it. Blood and two loads of semen dribbled out even faster. He left the outer parts of her slashed up cunt attached, and finished with a pile of lightly steaming organs next to Maritta’s empty stomach.
Dane locked his eyes with Maritta’s dead gaze as he finger fucked her cooling snatch. He climbed onto her torso, and slid his cock between her blood soaked bush. You couldn’t even tell it was blonde now. Maritta’s torso was so light without her limbs, head or internals. Dane kissed the skin around her neck stump as he fucked it, but after a minute or so decided there wasn’t enough of her cunt left inside to give him the friction he needed. He pulled out and took the spit.
The spit guys held Maritta’s torso in place as Dane impaled it from cunt to throat, grunting and groaning as he got it through her diaphragm and chest until it emerged from the bloody stump. Perfectly prepared for cooking. Martha Stewart would have been proud. Maritta’s other limbs would be cooked separately, sliced up to ensure there was enough taste of Maritta to go around.
Principle Myers called out that there was about two minutes to go. He sent men onto the field to retrieve Maritta’s severed limbs, and Dane’s clothes. Dane nodded, and retrieved Maritta’s head. Her blonde hair felt very soft in his hands. Dane lay back on the grass and slipped his cock between his dead sister’s slack lips. There was still a little heat and a lot of wetness as he moved his cockhead across her still tongue. He watched his sister’s torso carried to the cooking fire as he fucked her pretty face. Dane’s cock poked through her neck stump on each thrust, and it only took a few strokes before he filled her lifeless mouth with semen.
Dane smiled as his cum dribbled down from the corner of Maritta’s mouth. He climbed to his feet and carried Maritta’s dripping head to the sidelines. He exchanged momentarily for an offered plate, and bit into her freshly Barbequed sister meat. The crowd gave Dane a standing ovation.
Maritta’s head was going to look great mounted above the fire.
End.
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