Chapter 7

Standing on the killing floor, I saw the carnage in a different light now. What had recently been a scene that filled me with twisted joy, now made me just wonder how I was going to clean this mess up and not go to jail. The grotesque sight of the two dead bodies still gave me satisfaction though.

I undressed, grabbed a couple of one liter bottles of water, and went in to see about my new friends. Moving to Barbara first, I stripped off the duct tape, removing skin as well. Then I grasped the huge black rubber cock with my right hand, placed my left on her ass cheek, and RIPPED it out of her asshole. I was pleased when I saw her rectum prolapse out a full 4” and just stay there. So I took a moment to grasp it in my hand and squeeze it like one of those stress balls. She missed her true calling for sure. She should have been a siren on a fire truck.

I watched with curious interest as it pulsed and fought to retract, finally returning to it’s rightful place inside her.

Moving to her head, I let her drink until almost a whole bottle of water was gone. Then produced the little stick and I told her, “When you are ready to piss, I want to check and see if we have an egg dividing yet.” “While not cheap, and sometimes inaccurate, this brand of EPT is able to detect the minute changes of very early conception.” I explained to her.

I organized my tools while I waited, and soon she called to me. Holding the stick in her weak and extremely dark yellow stream, I watched as she winced and her piss hole finally dilated releasing the golden pungent liquid. Her urine flow slowed and the area kinda pulsed as she tried to expel the final drops.

“Good job.” I told her. And then laid the stick aside on my work bench.

Next I moved to SB2. I was amazed to see a puddle of cum under him. The little freak had actually gotten off on being tied up with a 2 liter soda bottle sized dildo in his ass. And from the looks of it, more than once or twice.

I peeled the tape and skin off of SB2, taking a LOT of hair and some skin as well. But I went kinda slow with it, just to make it more enjoyable.

I almost had to place a foot on his ass to pull the giant toy from his shitter. Blood and all manner of runny mess followed from the wide open hole.

I used the hoses to wash up SB2 and Barbara, taking pleasure in making it as painful and uncomfortable as possible.

The enemas were especially rough this time. Not only did I flush their bowels, I also flushed their stomachs by overfilling them with water and making them puke several times. SB2 got the large nozzle up his still open ass. The cold water in his guts made him buck wildly and humorously. At least to me.

Then I scrubbed them with dish soap and the toilet brush, and used the large hose to spray them down thoroughly.

I left the impaled Shit-Bags sitting right where they were, since they didn’t need any attention, and also since the sight of them seemed to really mess with SB2 and Barbara’s heads.

First on my agenda ... SB2. I hoisted him up until only his toes were touching the floor. Then with a couple of quick flicks from my blade, his balls were hanging down outside his sack. Unfortunately, there was no pain to speak of. The tissues and nerves too starved for blood flow to do their job.

Another slice and the two walnut sized orbs were free. I held them up to his face in my palm. “Here ya go nut sucker. Open wide.” I commanded. He resisted fiercely until I placed the blade on his swollen little dick, then he finally complied.

Popping them into his mouth, I grabbed the duct tape and wrapped it over his lips and around his head. He was sniffling terribly as I looked at him and spoke. “You will chew and swallow now. And if you don’t, I’m going to slice off your little dick and make you eat that too.”

Shaking his head furiously he tried to resist. But I just used a large binder clip on his nose and he decided to eat instead of suffocating. It was VERY satisfying to watch him chew up his own balls and swallow them. The facial expressions alone were worth the effort.

I removed the binder clip and left him duct taped. Looking him in the eyes, I told him, “I didn’t lie when I said I wasn’t going to kill you. And I am not going to kill you.” He looked relieved.

“But that doesn’t mean you get off without punishment.” I added. Then I retrieved my castration pliers and reached down, grabbing his discolored and swollen pecker. My painful strokes still managed to get him hard. I slipped the tool over it, grasped the head, and pulled. Stretching it out from his body, painfully, to almost 6” long. He screamed behind the tape as I pulled, then louder as I released the band.

Within minutes it was blood bloated and looked as hard and angry as any dick I had ever seen before. With a single circular swipe, I cut through the skin around the base. Another swipe just under the head, and a single line along the length, and it was ready to be peeled. So I did. Tossing the skin at his feet.

Next I moved to his nipples. Pinching the surprisingly hard tips, and pulling them out from his body. Cutting each away with a slow smooth sawing motion, as he screamed in agony, and dropping them to the floor as well.

Glancing over, I saw Barbara watching in sheer horror. I said to her, “Don’t worry my little fuck pet, You’ll get your turn.” She winced and blanched white.

I made a long 2” deep cut from just below SB2’s sternum, down through his belly button, and stopping just above his dick. Not deep enough to hit any organs, just deep enough to open his abdomen. A few extra cuts were needed where his abdominal muscles still held together.

On a whim, I reached down and inserted my hand and forearm into his still wide open ruined asshole. I used my hand to press and coax his intestines out of his belly. Laughing at my folly, I shook hands with myself. On hand in his colon, and the other outside of it.

He passed out. So I just pulled out my arm and waited for him to come back to us. Meanwhile, I washed up and turned to Barbara. Holding the little stick, I made a show of studying it right in front of her. Then I set it aside and began to move her into the desired position. On the table, on her back, legs hoisted and feet above her head, ass upturned and pussy on full display. Hands taped to her feet.

“Are you going to tell me what the test said?” She finally asked me.

I looked at her expressionlessly and replied, “No.” Of course it wasn’t positive. No test was able to detect pregnancy in just four days. But I wasn’t going to tell her that, and I really didn’t care anyway.

“Sadistic bastard.” She said under her breath. Defiant to the end.

I then sat the washed up ‘All American’ on the table next to her and lubed it up. Her face was twisted in horror as she watched me. “You really want to know?” I asked her. She nodded. “It’s positive. You have my baby growing in your belly right now as we speak.” She began to cry.