Chapter 9: Violent, Gory, Sick stuff

WARNING!!!! This chapter is Violent, Sick, Twisted, Gory, and depraved. DO NOT READ if you are squeamish. Skip to Chapter 10 and the last chapter teaser will tell you all you need to know.

You have been warned.

Jeannie was humping me wildly as she came at the same time as me. She seized up at my first spurt, as I rammed up into her and grunted loudly. I gushed out my cum into her over and over. Again, she collapsed on my chest, laying there contentedly as I held her in my arms.

I sighed contentedly, never having felt so loved in my entire life. Even when I tried to remember the feelings when my mother held or hugged me as a young child, they paled in comparison to what I felt when Jeannie did it to me. I closed my eyes and tried to imagine my future life with Jeannie ... and without.

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I saw it in vivid living color. The sneer on his face as he dragged her into the bedroom ahead of him, bent and staggering as she was jerked and snatched about. She didn’t have any choice as he overpowered her smaller body, viciously held and steered by the handful of her beautiful reddish blonde hair. Her grimace of pain was enough to relay the brutality of his grip in her locks. He used the freshly showered wet hair he had wrapped in his hand to literally jerk her off her feet and sling her onto the bed. Her damp naked body flying and landing akimbo on the messy unmade sheets. Shoving his boxers down over his fat ass and thighs, he climbed naked on to the bed before she had a chance to get moving again. Flopping his heavy gut and torso onto her her chest and belly. Not fussing with her tightly crossed legs for the moment, he used ropes that had been previously tied to the headboard to secure her wrists, arms spread wide apart. As he sat on her legs, causing her to cry out as the joints bent at odd angles and the tendons stretched. The goal was to make this as painful and agonizing as possible, and to hurt her bad for daring to disobey his command. He’d teach her the perils of not being home when he told her to. He began to pinch both of her puffy hershy kiss sized nipples cruelly. Alternating between nipple pinching and hard squeezing of her B cup titties, while digging his fingertips into them as deep as possible, he sneered at her and said, “These are MY titties now girly. I’m gonna suck on them and play with them every day until I manage to knock your little ass up and they swell up with milk. Then I’m gonna milk you like a little cow into a cup and make you drink it. She wailed in agonizing pain as he continued to try to tear her little tits off her chest. He slapped her, hard. The pain setting her face on fire from her left eye socket to her jaw, and from her nose to her ear. She instantly squealed and he slapped her again, this time landing the forceful blow on her jaw and left ear, popping her eardrum to nearly bursting and causing her intense pain deep in the canal. BOTH slaps reverberated in the room and sounded like the crack of gunfire. She managed to not cry out as she fought the ringing in her ear and pain in her face.

He then switched up to mauling the small cones as he sucked hard then bit them cruelly, leaving teeth marks and tiny incisions in the skin. She wailed and thrashed at her ropes, causing abrasions and bleeding on her wrists. But he just laughed at her and continued to mock her, “Wahhh, Wahhh, Wahhh, I’m a little baby slut.”

After few more minutes of her tit torture, he moved off her legs and began trying to spread them apart. She resisted. He pulled hard and almost got her legs uncrossed, but she prevailed. So he reared back his fist and punched her just below her navel. As the air whooshed out of her, and she felt the deep intense burning pain in the area of her uterus, he grabbed her ankles. As she fought to breathe again, he forced her legs apart, then tied each ankle to the same rope on her corresponding wrist with zip ties. Now, spread eagle, pried apart, laid open and exposed, and hurting too bad to struggle, she resigned herself to the impending rape. He stuck his dry middle finger painfully into her virgin pussy. Tearing her hymen halfway and causing her to cry again. His fingernail or something scratching her inner tissues and stinging like crazy as he plowed and twisted it into her as deep as possible. He worked his finger in her for a few minutes, plunging in and out roughly and as deep as possible, Then, finally finding her little cervix, he sneered and laughed as he began to try to insert the finger through the tiny opening and into her womb. After unsuccessfully attempting to finger fuck her cervix for another agonizingly log time, he withdrew the finger and added another, tearing her hymen even more.

Finally he pulled his fingers out and looked at her distraught face. He said with cold humor, Felt good enough to eat, but I don’t do that gay ass lezzie shit. So let’s just fuck a while.”

Climbing over to line his large cock up, he jacked it a few times to make sure it was as hard and long as possible. Scott knew his 9” dick wasn’t the longest, but it was the girth he was most proud of. The head and first inch were the size of a U.S. Fifty Cent piece, but quickly tapered over the next 3 inches from to the thickness of a 12 ounce beer can. It looked weird and fucked up, but he covered his self-consciousness by saying it was the perfect de-virginizing tool. “From a tight virgin to a gaping cock pleaser in one short stroke.” he would boast. She gawked wide eyed in fear at the freakish disgusting appendage as he moved in on her little pussy. He was almost giddy at the prospect of ruining her holes. He knew it was going to cause her a lot of pain, if he used it right, and it made him even hornier and harder.

He spit a huge gob of saliva and mucus onto the head then smeared it into her open crotch from her asshole to her clit. He spent 4 or 5 minutes hacking his foul spittle and snot onto her, and rubbing the nasty ugly deformed penis around her privates. With enough slickness to satisfy him, he looked into her pleading eyes and said, “Ain’t gonna lie bitch, this is gonna hurt like a motherfucker.”

He reared back and positioned the tip, then lunged forward and speared the first 3 inches into her tight virgin opening. But as she screamed in agony, she realized his evil intentions and lost control of herself. He was just holding his penis where it was, 3” deep in her ASS, as she bucked and begged him not to fuck her there. He just laughed and told her, “Now. Later. What does it matter? I been cumming in your crack while my dick rubbed on this sweet little asshole for more than a year now. You should have known I was gonna fuck it first.”

And he raised up on his elbows and toes, dropping his weight onto that piercing tool. Her little sphincter had no chance. Her tiny anus stretched and split and tore as he plunged into her bowels with one long hard stroke. She felt the wetness of her blood on her ass and lower back, even as she passed out.

He didn’t care though. He pounded her tiny injured asshole for almost 15 minutes. Causing more damage and bleeding. She awoke to red hot lava searing and burning her asshole and insides, and wet squishy feeling under her bottom on the sheets. He was ramming her hard and wheezing into her hair as he suddenly froze up then jerked oddly. She felt his sperm shooting into her bowels and knew he had cum. She was numb, emotionally that is. Physically she was in excruciating and unimaginable pain.

When he started to soften and began to pull out, she was almost happy this ordeal was over. But as soon as the head of the disgusting thing cleared her anal opening, he was pushing at her pussy. Again, he rammed into her without mercy. Tearing her opening and vaginal walls. His girth too much for her not fully developed body. Another 10 minutes of torture, and that is what it was, And he again spewed his scum into her, this time into her fertile pussy. And her cycle was at that perfect time when her egg was happily waiting his swimmers to begin a new life. Well, not HIS swimmers, but maybe so because ANY swimmers would suffice. “There ya go slut. Have a baby. This ones on me.” he joked as he rose from the bed.

He cut the ropes and zip ties, allowing her to curl up and sob violently. She hurt from her head to her ankles, and especially in between. Her little asshole and pussy felt so open, and his scum leaked out. Both of them were also bleeding badly, soaking the sheets and covering her ass cheeks and lower back with a thin red varnish of gore.

He hollered from the kitchen as he leaned into the refrigerator to get a beer, “Hope you like being my slut from now on baby. Ain’t none of those boys you go to school with gonna be able to feel a damn thing in your holes by the time I’m done with reaming you out every day, your gonna need a baseball bat size cock to get off. Or a 2 litre soda bottle for a dildo.”

She decided this was the last straw. Her mom had not saved her. Her Brother had not saved her. Justin had not saved her. Her dreams and life goals were shattered. Her body was shattered. She reached into the bedside table.

As he entered the room and leaned over the bed, taking one of her sore abused nipples into his mouth and painfully sucking too hard, she raised the muzzle of his own (insert sponsoring name brand) .357 to touch his ear and pulled the trigger. As her ears rang, and his bloody gore dripped off her body and the wall, She touched the gun to her own ear, and in a soul wrenching cry, she wailed loudly, “JUSTIN ... YOU PROMISED ME!!!” One second later she was no longer in pain or agony.

“DAPHNE!!!! ... NOOOO!!!!”

I woke up screaming, and flailing so hard I ALMOST bucked Jeannie off my chest. She was wrapped around me like a straight jacket. Her thoughts screaming in my mind, “IT IS JUST A DREAM!!!”

I stood, easily due to my enhancements and her light body, with her still attached to me. I then tried to get my jeans on. Her thoughts screamed in my mind and she was hollering in reality, “JUSTIN!!!! IT WAS JUST A DREAM!!!” I finally heard her and froze, dropped my pants, and sat on the side of the bed. She remained wrapped around me through it all. I couldn’t hold back, it was all to vivid, too real, too close to being reality. I sobbed and cried like a little kid. Tears rolling, shaking with each wracking sob, nose running and even snot bubbles. All the time Jeannie holding me, hugging me, rubbing my back, trying to comfort me. “It isn’t real Justin. It was only a dream.” She softly reassured me.

I pushed back from her suddenly, “Show me. I want to see her right now.” A mental video of Daphne and Brandy sitting in Brandy’s kitchen eating Fried Chicken popped into my head. “And Beth too”, I added. The viewing angle panned right, and there was poor Beth, trying to look happy at whatever was being discussed, but obviously scared and miserable.

I looked at the clock. It had only been a short 15 minutes that I had dozed off, including the ‘after show freak-out’.

Jeannie relaxed her legs and unlocked her ankles from my lower back. She raised up and planted a long passionate kiss on my mouth. She broke the kiss, “She is fine my love.” And again planted her lips on mine. I stood and held her suspended with her gorgeous legs just dangling down. As we broke the kiss and I slid her (man what a feeling) down my front, I reminded her, “We have a lot to do this afternoon. We should get started sweetie.” She gave a halfhearted groan of disappointment. “Lets get cleaned and dressed.” I told her. And with a blink, we were standing by the bed. Boots, old Jeans, black t-shirts, and baseball hats. “Good choices.” I told her.

As we walked into the living room, I ran down my mental list. “First things first,” I said,” I want to deal with that shit bag ... Scott.”

I thought about every detail as I drank a bottle of (insert sponsoring name brand) pink grapefruit juice. Jeannie sat and watched me, sipping her apple juice, with a look that had a combination of fear and dread, but at the same time seemed to have the stoic wisdom of a WW2 Commander.

“Jeannie, where is he now? Show me.” And a mental video of the SOB sitting in a recliner in his underwear watching a ball game. “Make sure he cannot move, but sees and hears perfectly.” I said. Then reached into the big wooden fruit bowl I kept on the counter. It was full of change, but also had other things. I pulled out a (insert sponsoring name brand) folding knife, and a folding razor knife that uses box cutter blades. I slowly replaced the razor blade as I spoke. “Okay, we are going there now.” I folded the razor and pocketed both it and the knife. “Please forgive me, but this is important to me.” I told Jeannie. She nodded. I looked at the image again, then told Jeannie, “Unfreeze him now.” He never noticed being frozen. He just sat there staring blankly.

“Let me hear his thoughts.” I said. An audio of his voice picked up mid-stream. “ ... and then if she gives me any lip I’m gonna pry her teeth out with pliers and make her suck it anyway. Just where the hell are they anyhow? Beth the bitch has to work in a half hour, and that tasty little twat better be home soon or I’m gonna...” “Enough Jeannie.” And she shut it down. I took a breath. “Okay, take us there.”

Scott went wide eyed as I suddenly just appeared, standing in front of his chair. He dropped the footrest, and tried to stand. His face, specifically the nose and upper teeth, made a sick cracking sound as my fist made contact. He flipped over backwards in the chair. I sat him and the recliner back up but he didn’t notice. I went to the kitchen ad grabbed a dish towel and the bottle of ammonia from under the sink. I returned and opened the bottle, soaking the rag.

“Jeannie, change all his memories. Make every memory and any future whiff of the scent of any girl, or her pussy, seem and feel like this stuff to him. ALSO, make all his favorite food and beverages smell this way. But keep the aversion and sickening feeling the scent causes.” She blinked as I smashed the rag into his face. “And put a cloak of silence on this whole house. No need to disturb the neighbors.”

As he awakened, I used my left hand to grasp a handful of his thick black hair, then lifted him a good 4 inches off his seat. Using my right open hand, I slapped him using all my strength, driving his face into the wall and causing him to bounce back into the chair. The hair held tight in one place and tore a chunk of scalp as it was ripped from his head. I flung the hair off my hand and grabbed him by his throat, again smashing the rag to his face. “Wake up you sick disgusting fuck!!!” I yelled at him.

As he slowly came around, I squeezed quickly to cause him pain and let him know I could snap his neck easily. “Are you awake motherfucker?” I asked as I again wiped his bloody face with the rag. He looked at me and tried to focus his eyes, then muttered, “I know you. Cowboy faggot friend of that little bitch Brandy, and those Two dyke ass cunt suckers. That all you got sissy boy? Just a beating for me?” He looked around spotting Jeannie, “Who’s the tasty blonde? Hey sweet cheeks. Maybe I’ll give you a toss after I kill this faggot motherfucker here.” I thought to Jeannie,’ Freeze him where he can only move his mouth to talk and his eyes to see.’ ‘Yes master.’

I yanked him out of the chair, hearing the clatter of the .357 revolver hitting the carpeted floor just before I slammed his body down with a loud thud. I thought of my dream, then grabbed the revolver and opened the cylinder. Fully loaded. I removed 5 of the six rounds and held it over his face, then spun the cylinder and slammed it shut. I placed the muzzle against the base of his penis at the junction of where his ball sack began, and cocked the hammer. “An apology to this fine lady would be a nice gesture and might save you some pain.” I said. He looked at me defiantly, “Suck my huge cock faggot.” CLICK Huge wide eyes and a “Holy Shit Man!!! Wait!!! I’m sorry. I’m sorry. Alright? I’m fucking sorry man.” I thumbed the hammer back again. “Hey lady, PLEASE!!!! I’m sorry. I am very very sorry.” I looked into his eyes as they flitted between Jeannie and my face. CLICK “AWWW JESUS MAN, PLEASE, PLEASE NO!!!” I spoke to Jeannie while staring into his eyes. “Whatcha think Sweetie? Should I stop this now?” and cocked the hammer again. He answer kinda surprised me. “No Master. He deserves no mercy.” I asked her, “Why not?” “Because THIS one is pure evil Master. He is given over to depravity. Last night he and a man named Richard, who he calls ‘Tricky Dicky’, broke into a dwelling across town. The home of a man who owes their boss money. They raped the young mother who was in the home, and tied her to a chair for torture. The torture she endured was watching Scott and Richard rape her 5 year old daughter. Richard did unspeakable damage to the little girls vagina even though his penis is quite average in size. Then this son of a dog raped her anally and ripped her open so badly that the screaming little girl bled out as he sodomized her. She died as he spent his demon seed into her bottom, and he laughed. “Then they tied the mother belly down on a table so that she was looking at her dead child the whole time while they raped both her holes many more times. They did this from midnight until sunrise this morning. Then they cut her throat and left her to die.” I was now looking at her. She turned to look into my face and continued, “But she isn’t dead. Her husband came home and found her, called an ambulance, and she survived the surgery. She is in the ICU now, and will live.”