An Inquisitive Federal Agent

An Inquisitive Federal Agent

East Coast Slaver Organization Story - XII

Chapter 08 – Round Two (or An Awful Death)

Aaron Clarke had found the van in the parking garage that he thought belonged to the men now in Gloria Waters' condominium. He'd decided to wait in his car and see what happened when the men left Gloria's place. “Don't think it's gonna be too good for her,” he thought. “But, I'll invest a little time in this just in case there's something in it for me.”

Back upstairs, the hulking brute Gloria thought of as ‘The Refrigerator' had finished his two enjoyable rapes and switched places with his partner in the bathroom. He continued working on the steel pipe structure that they had designed over the last few days. “This is gonna be fun,” he thought as he double-checked the tightness of the last section of piping, imagining the horror she would soon face.

‘The Ferret' looked down at his victim and shuddered at the sight of her ripped vagina. He wasn't much for cunt to start with, and after just two fucks from The Refrigerator's oversized cock, hers was almost shredded beyond use. A nearly virgin ass was more his thing. Male or female, ‘The Ferret' lived for the chance to fuck up some tight ass and leave its owner looser, and deader, than when he started. His coveralls and expensive Italian suit were carefully draped over another chair in Gloria's bedroom. Naked, his growing cock dangled below his groin like a snake, swaying from side to side, as he climbed up on the bed beside his prey and his small bag of toys.

Still unconscious, Gloria's body was easy to manipulate as The Ferret slipped a three-foot-long pipe behind her back. Gray duct tape ripped loudly off its roll as her wrists were bound about the upper portions of each arm, elbows tightly held behind her back by the unyielding steel pipe. The Ferret groped at her swollen tits, satisfied that he could reach them for playing with later on. Since her fingers were still capable of stretching toward her otherwise defenseless breasts, The Ferret wrapped duct tape about her digits, shaping her hands into tight balls of tape-wrapped flesh.

Next, he turned toward her knees and slipped the second three-foot bar of steel behind it. Wraps of tape about her ankles held them tightly against the backs of her upper thighs. Gloria's arms were now uselessly trapped in a position that thrust her breasts forward and her knees were locked widely apart. The Ferret now sat with his slim ass on her well-whipped belly holding a capsule under her nose. Reviving ammonia wafted up from the capsule after it burst with the faint sound of breaking glass.

Gloria awoke to a world of pain. The first thing that she saw was the leering face of The Ferret as he waved the ammonia capsule under her nose. She tried to evade the burning fumes as soon as she was lucid enough to react to the irritating chemical. His grinning visage as he continued to taunt her with the broken ammonia capsule wasn't encouraging; it was apparent that he was going to torture her worse than the first man.

Her back hurt from the way her elbows forced her spine forward, exposing her sore boobs to his leering face, and her thighs hurt horribly from his weight on her abdomen. Thankfully, the ammonia was thrown aside. From somewhere out of sight, the wad of cloth was jammed back into her mouth; it tasted worse than it had the last time it had plugged her – The Ferret had also swiped the cloth across her gapping cunt and soaked up more of the pungent juices. Gloria watched in wide-eyed fear as he picked up a ball of thin nylon cord and began to tie a slipknot at the end. She grunted in pain as the noose was set at the base of her boob and tightened, hard. The boob began to instantly swell and darken in color as wrapping after wrapping of the white line was neatly laid about her tender meat, stopping only an inch or so short of areole. She felt increased sensation in her boobs follow the wrappings, almost yielding a spine-tingling, sexual feeling. Again he formed a noose from the ball of cord, and her other tit was wrapped and mummified exactly like the first. Gloria saw her nipples swell harder and longer than they'd ever been.

Something shiny dangled in front of Gloria's face. She struggled to focus on it in the dim light of her bedroom. “A fishhook!” she told herself with fear, “it's the biggest fishhook I've ever seen!” She could only moan in terror as a hand squeezed her right tit in an unyielding grip. The other hand brought the barbed tip against her flesh. It sunk slowly into her mammary meat just below the edge of her areole, forced through inches of flesh until it popped out the other side of her brown areole. Gloria let out her held-in breath with a wheeze through her nose. The expected arrival of a second glistening fishhook brought another deep shiver of fear. She watched, horrified, as the second sharp tip sunk into her other breast, tormenting her with additional pain and as it disfigured the second tender morsel of milk meat.

The Ferret took a heavier length of rope, made a loop at the midpoint, and slipped it over the metal pipe extending beyond her right knee. He whistled happily as he forced the pipe up and then back toward her head where he secured it close to her right elbow with a double flip of the cord. He then ran the doubled line behind her back to the other end of the elbow pipe and made a half hitch around the knee pipe. In just seconds, the killer had her widespread knees up close to her ears, in perfect position to fuck. Gloria was almost prepared for her next ordeal.

Gloria watched horrified as the lean murderer ran a hand possessively along his absurdly thin, and amazingly long, dick. Its length was easily twelve inches long and merely an inch thick. She watched as the long hose of a cock bobbled around, rubber-like rather than stiffly hard like The Refrigerator's cock had been when he punched into her cunt. The man doled out a tiny puddle of thick goopy gel that looked like Vaseline at the very tip of his snake-like dick and grinned down at her horrified face. He was obviously unable to fit a condom to his deformed cock.

His hands set his upper body weight down on the pipe behind her knees and his hips moved about to get his dick in place. Her head swung to the side to avoid his grinning face and pale cheek scar. She groaned in painful anticipation as his dick fumbled about her ass and its tight brown sphincter. “Hooo, heeese. Hop hit,” Gloria tried to scream to get his sympathy. “I need to be able to speak,” she thought stupidly, as if it would matter to her rapist.

A pressure started to build against her butt and suddenly, at least four inches of thin cock snaked its way into her ass. The Ferret wormed his way into her intestines, guiding each handful of dry dick meat into her hot rectum. The tiny bit of lubrication let the small head of his cock past her tight anal star but it didn't help any as each dry inch of cockmeat slowly entered her. Gloria felt fierce burning and strong suction as the obscenely long dick worked its way back and forth into her rectum, ever deeper and deeper. She felt stuffed with cock; she wept for the way she was being treated. “I'm gonna die,” she told herself. “I'm helpless and there's nothing I can do to stop them.”

After he was fully seated, the man started a slow, even fucking pace that Gloria was powerless to resist in her bound position. His groin thumped against her rectum and Gloria knew that every inch of the man's cock had somehow snaked its way up her twisting intestine. He pulled out in a long, sucking withdrawal, yanking her ass up as suction resisted the move. Despite the lack of sex lubricant, her body managed to exude enough fearful sweat that his cock slowly became slippery enough for him to pick up the fucking pace, somewhat easing the terrible burning in her bowels. Gloria was in such discomfort that she got no pleasure from the sex act; it was a kindness in a way, she didn't have to suffer the humiliation of cuming during her own second violent rape. Mercifully, The Ferret eventually began to grunt and she knew it was almost over. The man's skinny prick seemed to pulsate along its entire length as he pumped jism deep into her guts. A loud plopping sound told her his cock was gone. She still felt stuffed with cock as her intestines complained about the recent rape.

Like her first rapist, The Ferret took time to photographically record the damage he'd done to her asshole. Of course, he also digitally captured high-quality color images of the extreme bondage position she was in, including her blue-black breasts that she'd once been so proud of that now sported glistening steel fishing hooks. “Not such a killer bod now? Huh, cunt?” he taunted his victim. “You're looking kinda like dog food right about now. Maybe that's what we should do, … grind you up into dog meal.” His eyes took on a slightly glazed look and he knew with certainty that some day soon a victim would be forced alive into a grinder. The thought brought new stiffness to his cock. If the victim were a man, he'd have taken the time to fuck him once again, maybe after smearing some of the cocaine in his bag across the man's anal ring before stiffing him. “Hmmm,” he murmured happily. “Thanks, cunt,” he said aloud, “you've given me a great idea.”

Gloria knew what was going on now; her lover had double-crossed her and given her to these men to toy with. They were sexually torturing her before putting her to death; she knew it and expected to die soon. The greedy escrow officer was hoping for a quick end to the suffering she was undergoing. Gloria was wrong; her fate was in the hands of expert killers with strong sadistic bents, they would make sure her death would be slow and painful. Mercifully, her ass rape was blessedly brief, even though she still felt his dick's presence even after he'd pulled out his cock.

Both men worked together to move her bound form into the bathroom. Her bowels were now cramping intensely from her ass rape and she desperately needed to try and shit. Gloria was beyond struggling, she had begun to accept that she was dead meat. Supposedly stoic about her impending demise, Gloria was still made more fearful when they hung her upside down, suspended from the bar between her knees. Her nerves were so ravaged that the weight of her hair below her head seemed to tug savagely on her scalp. She glanced up (down her upside down body) and moaned at the sight of her brutalized boobs. “They have to be someone else's boobs,” she thought. Then in an odd analytical fashion for a woman about to die horribly, she wondered where on earth the men had obtained the grossly oversized fishing hooks. “They're at least four inches long, … what do they catch with them? I hope they're sterile.”

The Ferret held a syringe full of a clear liquid. Gloria watched him stimulate a vein in her exposed inner thigh before he perfunctorily jabbed it in and pumped out the liquid. Whatever he pumped into her veins seemed icy cold as it progressed up (down) her body to her heart. It seemed Gloria's heart stuttered with difficulty as the liquid struck and then it settled down into a noticeably faster rhythm. Some of her minor aches and pains seemed to wash away with the initial effects of the drug; other deeper pains seemed to intensify.

“It's a stimulant, cunt!” The Ferret whispered in her ear. “This way you'll feel everything that's going to happen over the next hour and you'll be unable to pass out from the pain, … and the pain will be worse than you can imagine. We're going to set your body up so that it dissolves from within.” He laughed evilly and added, “Just wait, you'll see.”

Gloria could only hang like a side of beef waiting the butcher's knife and hope the end wouldn't be as painful as the horrid little man promised it would. Tears of pain, sorrow at her demise, remorse for her misguided life, and fear - - deep, almost all consuming fear at what was going to occur, flowed down her face. She groaned into the gag as all of the tiny aches and pains returned tenfold as the drug took full effect. Gloria felt everything; the pole digging into the backside of her knees, the swollen pulse of blood that seemed to hammer outward through her battered body with each beat of her heart, the growing pain in her blue-black breasts, the pulsating stinging in her nipples, the pressure of her blood pooling in her throbbing head, and so much more. She wept even more from the ever-growing pain. Gloria thought it was enough to make her go mad.

She wriggled about as best she could in her down-hanging position so that she could see what was going on. The two men quickly hung three one-gallon plastic jugs upside down from the same framework that held her suspended.

“They're our presents for you luv,” The Ferret whispered. “Each of the three jugs holds one gallon of industrial strength drain cleaner; the strongest concentration of lye (a strong alkaline substance) that can strip flesh off bones. The aftermath of contact with your soft tissues is something called liquefaction necrosis and deep penetrating injuries.”

Gloria felt a flush of fear, “That's what he meant by ‘my body dissolving from within.” She knew that under normal circumstances, she'd have fainted dead away. “No mercy for me,” she thought, “No mercy for me.”

“Each of the jugs has a battery-operated, electronic-timer-controlled, Teflon ball valve below it,” he continued explaining in a dry voice with some obvious excitement. “You see, these twenty dollar valve-timer devices are commonplace for opening and closing water drip irrigation or misting systems, hence the garden hose fittings. A short length of garden hose will direct the industrial strength drain cleaner to the black, heavily ribbed device at the end. No, they aren't dildos, my formerly cock-hungry dear. Although, … I do intend to fuck them into you, it will be your last cock, albeit fake ones, you'll ever feel. You'll take them to the grave with you.”

Gloria looked at the evil-looking device screwed on the male end of the section of garden hose. “It does look like a rubber phallus,” she thought. “But, he's right; it is an expandable pipe plug, operated by pressure from a home garden hose.” She reflected on how the device operated and she blanched at the torture she was going to endure.

The Ferret laughed at her consternation. “I see, … you know what this is. Normally, the ‘plug' expands when you turn on the water.” He pointed to the end of the phallic looking monster and said with another laugh, “Look it even has a piss hole. But, instead of jism, or water, this is where the drain cleaner will flow. The first ‘plug' fits up to a four-inch diameter pipe. If you look, you will see it is two-and-a-half inches across and eight inches long in its non-inflated state, … quite the donkey cock for your whoring cunt.”

The large rubber device was indeed large and intimidating looking, especially with the concentric rows of bulges across its entire length. Gloria grunted as if struck as The Ferret thrust the dry rubber hard into her cunt. It bottomed out easily despite the extreme discomfort that Gloria felt. Gloria's first hole was now attached to a jug of drain cleaner, protected only by the closed valve that would soon whir to the open position. The Ferret picked up a slightly smaller ‘plug' and he continued, “This one is for up to two-inch-pipe. It's only a little over an inch across and about seven inches long. It goes up, excuse me down, your ass.”

Gloria felt the pressure of the rubber phallus increase against her rectum. “Oh, … fuck! That burns.” she cried behind the wadded cloth in a weak voice.

The Ferret enjoyed this part the most. He was definitely into ass. The cold rubber was forced as deep into Gloria's ass as he could force it. Once in, he savagely withdrew the offending rubber and reset the tip against her swollen anal grommet. He thrust it deep inside her tortured rectum for a last time. “This will stay, bitch,” he whispered coldly. “Now you've got two of your fuck holes ready to flush out with drain cleaner.” He fidgeted with her labia around the biggest plug. “I don't think you can push out your butt plug,” he continued in a whisper, “but, this pussy is so loose and sloppy that even this big drain plug might fall out.”

Gloria's labia were brought together in a painful pinch around her clitoris. The Ferret brandished another of the large, stainless steel fishing hooks inches from her eyes before jamming the razor-sharp barb deep into her labia, joining them together in a snug grip about the base of the dull black rubber of the drain plug. She twitched about as if she were a worm just skewered for bait, weeping even more at the ruination of her sex organs. The fishing hook brought her labia together over the little nubbin of her clit and hugged the black drain plug in place. Gloria hoped that the hook hadn't hurt her favorite bundle of sex nerves.

The fishing hook was jiggled about as the scar-faced man threaded a thick length of nylon fishing line through the eye of the hook. He yanked hard on it to be sure the bloody lips would hold and then held up the end of the line to thread through another hook. The Ferret knelt down beside Gloria and pulled out the festering wad of cloth in her mouth. He poured a little water from a plastic bottle into her mouth, grinning as she choked and sputtered in her upside down position. The mouth a little cleaner, he peered at her gasping maw and drew the second fishing hook through the top of her tongue and out the bottom side. Even before the pain struck the drug-heightened senses of the once beautiful girl, The Ferret was tightening the line between the hook in her labia and the hook in her tongue. The tension on her tongue yanked her chin up to give her a clear view of the upcoming events.

“One more plug to go,” The Refrigerator spoke up, holding out the section of garden hose from the third jug of drain cleaner, also ending in a black rubber plumbing plug.

The Ferret took this plug and peered through a set of holes punched through the midway point of the dick-like portion of the plug. Lined up to his liking, The Ferret fed the phallic shape into her open mouth, passing between pierced tongue and the top row of her teeth. “This only goes in halfway,” the man mused aloud. “The problem we talked about last night was how to hold this last plug in place. We decided that duct tape wasn't appropriate. No, Gloria,” he whispered, “we decided to skewer it in place.”

Gloria's heart lurched at the word skewer. Her hooked, stretched tongue and the fat cock-like shape in her mouth kept any muffled protests to just unintelligible jibberish. She stared cross-eyed as a kitchen skewer approached her face before it was jammed into one cheek. The tip fumbled about the inside of her mouth for a moment as The Ferret sought the matching holes in the plug; then, the dull-tipped skewer popped out the other side of her face. Gloria retched once or twice weakly and prayed for the ordeal to end soon now that the last plug had been locked in place. She imagined that she had fallen into a nightmare concocted by the most twisted minds in hell. “That's it,” she thought with resignation, “I'm already dead, and this is the hell I've been destined to.” Her eyes followed the three lengths of garden hose up to the jugs of drain cleaner. “I'm so dead!” she told herself, dreading the agony that would soon be added to the waves of pain she already had to deal with.

The two men once again busied themselves beside her position over her bathtub. She watched them heave a much larger red plastic container up between her legs. The length of garden hose coming out of this control valve was screwed into a ‘Y' fitting about six inches away from the valve and became two lengths of hose only about a foot and a half long. Each man grabbed a piece of hose and taped the open ends along the inside of her legs, ending about mid-thigh and pointing right at her crotch.

As a finishing touch, The Ferret took an already set digital cooking timer and taped it to the hose feeding her cunt plug. He made sure that Gloria could easily see the glowing numerals counting down the minutes of her life.

The Refrigerator had updated the digital photographs for his employer's enjoyment and was now setting up a digital video camera on a tripod. He nodded his readiness to his partner.

“Cunt, look how the time has flown while we were having fun!” The Ferret commanded. “The countdown is now at one hour and thirty-two minutes, that's how long you have to live. In one hour and two minutes, the timer will get to the thirty-minute mark. At that point, the first valve opens, dumping the commercial-strength version of drain cleaner directly into your pussy.” He grinned into Gloria's wide-open horrified eyes and continued. “Your pussy will bubble away in a most painful and horrific manner for ten minutes. Don't worry; you can't die right away from the damage. Then in ten more minutes, when the timer reads twenty minutes, the second valve will open. That's when your rectum and intestines will flood with the second gallon of the drain cleaner. I promise that at that point you'll be babbling for death or unconsciousness from the most painful enema we could subject you to.” He stopped to point to the video camera and a wireless transmitter taped to the backside of the tripod. “Fortunately for our video customer, you will be unable to fade to unconsciousness due to the strong stimulant that even now is heightening your sensation and feeling. At the ten-minute mark, you'll still be alive and kicking. That's when the last valve holding back drain cleaner will open, dumping the caustic stuff into your mouth. It really sucks to be Gloria Waters!”

Both the killers laughed at the joke. What had been said was true; it really did suck to be Gloria Waters. The Ferret turned to the fishing hooks driven through her right breast. He tied off a length of heavy nylon fishing line to the eye of the hook and ran the line up and over one of the horizontal bars at the top of the contraption Gloria was hanging from. The Ferret tugged up on the line, lifting the fat nipple on the rope-wrapped breast. “You see,” he explained as he worked, “the line on your tittie goes up to the window sill where a ten-pound steel barbell is barely staying on the ledge. If you jerk about when the drain cleaner flows down, your tit will drag the weight off the window sill and the barbell will fall, probably ripping off the last inch or so of your breast. Ow! Bet that'll hurt!” Without explaining any further, the killer took a second length of fishing line and secured one end to the hook in her left tit. It was also looped up over the bar and run to a second barbell barely resting on the window sill. He ran a finger down her taut, bruised belly and tweaked each of her achingly stretched nipples.

Gloria remained as still as possible during this latest torment. Her tongue already felt like it was being yanked out by the roots each time she had to rest her head down from its chin on her chest position. She strained hard to get her chin back on her chest to alleviate the pain, fearfully aware of the hazardous state her breast meat was being exposed to. Sweat puddled on her brow at the strain and stung at the corners of her eyes. She could barely focus on the weights so far overhead, waiting like swords of Damocles. Then she realized that the men had yet to explain what happened when the timer counted down to zero. “The last container,” she thought. “Something very bad must be in the last container, the red one.” She glanced up at her crotch and saw that the timer now read one hour and twenty-four minutes. Her stomach lurched at the bloody pussy lips she had seen as she read the remaining minutes of her life. Gloria had no strength of will, or bravery, remaining to resist her approaching doom. She already counted herself dead.

“Gloria,” The Refrigerator taunted from the bathroom door. “The red container holds five gallons of regular grade gasoline. When the timer shows zero time left, the last valve will open, flooding your torso with highly aromatic gasoline. The explosive vapor is heavier than air, it will flood the bathroom before flowing to your bed where the nightstand now has ten candles romantically burning. Within a minute of the gasoline flowing down your body, you will become a roman candle, burning furiously as the vapors detonate. The explosion may well throw you through the bathroom wall, to fall burning to the ground, like an angel falling from heaven to the lower reaches of hell. We will watch it all on our computer screen from across the street using the transmitter on the camera. Whatta fucking way to die.” The two men then bowed to Gloria, high-fived each other, and left the tormented woman to die alone in agony.

--- To Be Continued ---

 

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