CHAPTER FOUR:
Tricia turned sheet white as she scanned the room. Like something out of the
medieval ages the items scattered throughout the room had only one purpose. The
room she was standing in was nothing more then a torture chamber. Like a beaten
whimpering puppy Tricia sunk to the floor howling in total despair. "Dear God
you can't possibly want to use those horrible things on me."
"Sure I do BITCH." Roy giggled as he reached down and grabbed a hand full of
her hair. "And were going to start right now."
Roy dragged his sobbing victim to a set of wire ropes hanging from the
ceiling. He looped the thin wires around each of Tricia's ankles and hauled her
up. The thin wire bit deeply into her ankles as they took the strain of her body
being lifted up off the floor. The higher she was lifted the wider Tricia's legs
were pulled apart. By time her head was six inches off the floor her legs were
pulled so far apart that Tricia was sure that she was going to split in two.
Tricia felt the terrible ripping pain radiating through her hip joints as she
hung upside down like a side of beef. She pressed her cuffed bloated hands to
the floor and pushed. The resulting handstand eased some of the cutting pain in
her ankles and the popping strain in her hip joints.
But that minuscule relief was lost when Roy's powerful hands gripped her
right mammary gland one over the other. He clinched down so hard on her titty
that the flesh oozed through the gaps between his fingers. She moved her own,
cuffed hands up to her right breast and tried to pry Roy's hands off it. The
handcuffs digging into her wrists made moving her numb, stiff fingers difficult
and were causing her even greater pain. For as she flex her bloated digits
searing lighting bolts of pain lanced up her arms.
Despite her valiant effort Tricia just didn't have the strength to remove the
powerful hands crushing her right breast. As a reward for her attempts to
dislodge his hands Roy sunk his talons deeper into the spongy tissue and twisted
his hands in opposite directions. Tricia howled and shuddered violently. She
abandoned her attempt to dislodge Roy's hands as a blinding white flash of pain
exploded behind her eyes. She settled on just letting her cuffed hands rest
around the base of her crushed and twisted mammary gland.
Roy lifted Tricia's torso up by her right booby until her face was a couple
of inches from his. Roy's spent cock began to twitch back to life as he looked
into her grimacing face. Drooling and letting his spittle fly into Tricia's face
as he spoke in a giddy tone, "BITCH! If them hands touch the floor again I'm
going to cut them off!" Then he let go of the crushed mound of titty flesh.
Tricia kept her cuffed hands around her right mammary gland trying to sooth
some of the hurt in it as she swung back and forth like a pendulum. She watched
Roy walked over to a pegboard that held a wide assortment of torture implements.
Roy flexed the bamboo cane he had selected to begin torturing his first
Fucktoy. It was thin, green and springy. It made a wonderful SWHOOSHing sound as
it sailed through the air as he tested it.
"NOOOOOOOO!!!!" Tricia wailed when she saw her rapist turned torturer test
the snappy bamboo cane.
"BITCH you're going to love this game. It's called put the strips on the
zebra."
SWHOOSH! CRACK!
"AAAARRRRGGGGEEEEAAAAKKKKEEEE!!!!" Tricia howled in pure agony.
Tricia's bucked and twisted wildly as if she was a marlin caught on the end
of a fishing line. Her cuffed hands rushed together from her right breast to the
left one. At first Tricia had thought that the bamboo cane had sliced her left
nipple off the pain was so great. But after she had cupped the throbbing nipple
that the bamboo cane had just roared across she was relived to still find it
there.
When she tried to flex her bloated digits around the caned nipple the searing
lighting bolts of pain returned to lanced up her arms. But still though be it
only mentally stroking her just caned nipple with them help soothed the burning
roaring through that redden titty button.
Roy's demonic laughter blended in with Tricia's animalistic howling which
reverberated around the cavernous basement turned torture chamber. Cutting the
air with the bamboo cane he waited for the wild thrashing of his little Fucktoy
to die out. When she was once again hanging limply by her ankles Roy took aim at
his next target.
SWHOOSH! CRACK!
"AAAARRRRGGGGEEEEAAAAKKKKEEEE!!!!"
The throbbing pain in her left nipple was completely forgotten as Tricia's
cuffed hands zipped to her clitoris that had just caught fire. With renewed
vigor Tricia danced from the end of the lines holding her suspended upside down.
When once again Tricia's spasmodic movements ended the bamboo cane soared
through the air on its way to a new target.
SWHOOSH! CRACK!
"AAAARRRRGGGGEEEEAAAAKKKKEEEE!!!!"
A fiery red line sprouted up directly through the center of the nipple
sticking out of her right boob.
"OHHHHDEARGOD!!! NOOO MORE! PLEASE NO MORE!" Tricia blubbered like a baby as
she snapped her hand to the right titty button.
But there was more, much, much more. Tricia screamed and howled like a bangee
and thrashed about wildly about as the bamboo etched fiery red line, after line
across her body. Her cuffed hands zipped around to each new agonizing spot on
her body trying to comfort it.
With each passing minute Tricia's wailing voice became, hoarser and hoarser.
Her twisting and bucking became, limper and limper. Her cuffed bloated stiff
hands moved slower and slower to each newly caned spot. After ninety minutes of
brutal caning her only movement, was her swaying body that was the result of the
bamboo cane impacting her body as it etched yet another fiery red line into her
battered flesh.
By the end of the second hour of continuous caning Roy was dog-tired. He was
sweating profusely. Both of his arms were acing from wheeling the bamboo cane.
So he stopped lashing his Fucktoy with the bamboo cane and returned it to the
pegboard.
Tricia hung limply by her ankles barely conscious. Only the uncontrollable
twitching of her muscles and her slow shallow breathing was the only indication
that Tricia was still alive.
The bamboo cane marks did make Tricia look like a zebra. Though as apposed to
the orderly broad black bands that striped a zebra Tricia's were thin angry
looking lines that crisscrossed her young body every which way which colors
range from bright red to a dark purple. A great many of the caned lines were
welted and bleeding.
As Roy looked over his Fucktoy's stripped body he licked his lips and stroked
Dong Kong that was jetting out of his groin like some pulsating pole sticking
out of a black forest. Roy adjusted Tricia head height until her gapping mouth
was lined up with Dong Kong. Then he slipped Dong Kong into the moist cavity.
When Tricia felt the massive prick slide into her mouth she instantly sealed
her lips around the thick stock of pulsating meat that completely filled her
mouth. Once she had lock her lips around the prick began to suck on it.
Roy was too tired to put forth any effort so when the massive mushroom crown
of Dong Kong butted against the narrow passageway of the tight little throat. So
he was content to just stand with his massive prick lodge a third of the way in
the tight little mouth letting his Fucktoy suck away. Even when he decided that
the mouth action lacked any gusto he was too tired to do anything about it. But
he filed it away for future disciplinary action.
It didn't take very long. Less then five minutes before gooey jism spurted
out of Dong Kong's single eye. With a wet sucking pop Roy pulled Dong Kong out
of the moist cave it was in and allowed Dong Kong to spray the rest of the
jetting spunk over his Fucktoy's face.
Once spent Dong Kong drooped down for a well deserved, rest. Roy lifted
Tricia higher until her legs were doing a perfect right angle spilt and her eyes
were even with his.
"Nighty, night BITCH. Don't let the bed bugs bite." Roy giggled then followed
Dong Kong's lead and went to bed for some shut eye.
With envy Tricia watched Roy coil into a downy soft king size bed. Within
moments loud heavy snoring filled the chamber of torture. Tricia's beaten body
was ratting much too much pain to allow her to sleep.
Tricia entire torso front and back, from the two buttons poking out of her
breasts to just above her knees was in immense agonizing pain from the horrible
bamboo caning she had just endured. Several of the savage blows had permanently
scored her body. Every time one of her muscles twitch uncontrollably under her
caned flesh sent a new wave of anguishing pain to ripple through her.
The immense agonizing pain from the horrible bamboo caning increased
dramatically as salty beads of sweat formed rivulets that cascaded down her
inverted torso coursing through the multitude of welts and blistering marks left
behind by the bamboo cane. Causing her muscles to rattle through her body with
even greater vigor.
The acidic pain inside her body was just as intense as those on the outside.
Her battered and stretched pussy/womb still felt as if she had just finish given
birth. Her stretched shitter was pulsating with renting pain as if it was
searching for something to fill its now cavernous area backup. And her stretched
raw throat radiated caustic pain every time she swallowed.
All three of her horribly stretched holes were also burning from the salty
residue of the seven loads of spunk deposited in them by her rapist/torturer.
Not only did the spunk cause a burning sensation but it also was creating a
madding itch in the three, raped holes that Tricia could not quash. Even the
spunk that was sprayed across her face was causing it to itch.
Hung as she was her stretching fingers tips at the end of her draping arms
could only barely brush the floor. So she had to allow all of her weight to be
suspended from her right-angled ankles. She was sure that her hip joints had
become dislocated from the tension exerted on them.
She couldn't feel anything in her hands any more. They were a dark, dark blue
boarding on black. Try as she might she couldn't make a single one of her digits
to even twitch a little bit. However the lighting bolts of pain still serge
through her dangling arms every time she tried to move her hands.
Because of her unnatural inverted position her head was spinning and
throbbing as blood pooled in to her skull. Her eyes felt as if they were going
to pop out of her head each time her thudding heart increasing the pressure in
her head.
Tricia had hope that she would have passed out somewhere along the way but it
didn't happen. She came close a couple of time but she was denied the blissful
world of unconscious. And now her numerous soul-shattering pains denied her any
chance of sleep. So it was with truly envious eyes she watched her
rapist/tormenter snore away in restful slumber while she hung in inverted agony.
"Oh, dear God I knew it was a mortal sin to steel. I shouldn't have done it.
But haven't I've paid enough penance for my transgression? Won't you please have
mercy on my soul? Please God let me go home. I promise never, ever do any thing
bad again. Please God. Please!" Tricia prayed.
There would be no salvation for Tricia. Her God paid her no mind. He left her
as she was. Suffering with all of hellish pains that were racking her twenty-one
year old body for breaking one of his commandments. 'Thou shall not STEAL!"
When Roy woke some six hours later he felt well rested though his arms and
shoulders still twinge a little from the exhausting romp with the bamboo cane on
his Fucktoy. But it was well worth it. He glanced down over his muscular chest
and washboard stomach. Dong Kong was still snoozing. That was ok too. After all
he put in a month of work in just one day. He'll just have to come up with some
thing else to do with his Fucktoy.
Sitting up on the side of the bed he looked over at his Fucktoy. It was just
where he left it. Suspended up side down with its legs at right angle to its
torso. A broad smile of satisfaction spread across his face as he got out of
bed. He wandered over to shower stall and took a long relaxing steamy hot
shower. For several minutes he let the steamy water pulsate across his broad
acing shoulders soothing them. After Roy finished showering he felt totally
refreshed. Not bothering to dry himself off and still nude he went over to the
kitchen area and fixed a hearty breakfast.
Tricia groaned in pure misery as the wondrous aromas from the kitchen area
filled the basement. Despite the two loads of spunk that was discharged in her
oral cavity Tricia was severely dehydrated which completely threw out her
electrolyte balance. And anything close to a meal was a couple of pieces of
cornbread she had eaten on the bus on her way here. Before then it was Wednesday
when she ate water down vegetable stew so her blood sugars were extremely low
also. So she longed to have even a teeny morsel of the cooking food she smelled.
After all trying to get money for food was the reason for her present hellish
predicament.
With a hot steaming cup of coffee in hand Roy wandered over to his Fucktoy.
As he looked at the glassy eyed wretched creature with its brilliant red stripes
he wonder if his Fucktoy got any sleep. He didn't care his Fucktoy was there for
his sole comfort not its.
After taking a few sips of coffee Roy chirped giddily, "Its 10:00am Saturday
morning BITCH! Time to get started on our first full day of fun and games."
Roy burst out laughing as his Fucktoy cottony dry puckered mouth that was
coated with a crusty layer of dry jism started to move. Though its mouth was
moving in a clear attempt to form words the only sound that came out was a
series of raspy croaking sounds that were completely unintelligible. "Please no
more." The mouth seemed to be mouthing over and over.
"Oh but there is more BITCH, its only Saturday. We got the entire day to have
more fun. Not to mention all of Sunday and most of Monday before I put that
scrawny ass of yours back on the bus and ship you home."
Tricia trembled with fear and groaned despondingly, "Dear God I can't
possibly survive almost three more days of this. I simply can't."
Tricia was right she didn't survive. Though she did went through two full
days of the most hideous tortures that Roy could device. But early Monday
morning Roy had Tricia's head stuffed in a toilet. The toilet seat was down
trapping her neck between the bottom of the seat and the porcelain rim of the
toilet. Roy was sitting atop of the toilet seat. Though he didn't have his full
weight on it. He was more crouching then sitting. He was exerting just enough
downward pressure on the seat to keep Tricia head firmly held in place within
the toilet bowl. Roy would then piss and crap. He called it 'The Bobbing for
Turds' game.
Tricia's part of the game was to bob for the turds that rolled down her head
to splash into the toilet water while having her ass whipped with a hard wooden
paddle. When she had finished gulping down the turds she would then suck down
all of the pissy water before being set free from the toilet to lick Roy's ass
clean of shitty residue.
The Monday morning game was the fifth time this particular game was played.
But something went wrong. The floor was wet from Roy's morning shower and his
foot slipped. Tricia's windpipe was crushed as Roy's full weight came crashing
down on top of the toilet set.
Thinking waste not want not Roy pulled Tricia' head out of the toilet,
slammed her to the floor and rammed his 13" prick to the hilt into her
cunt-hole. Dong Kong then had the wildest ride ever as the twat he was in with
through death throw spastic fits.
Tricia who was just trying to get some food for her hungry kids looked up at
the sadistic man who was raping her as she choked to death. It was her last
earthly experience.
Having experiencing the most intense fuck he ever had Roy remain lying atop
of the dead twenty-one-year-old panting heavily. His spent prick still buried
within the lifeless twat "Goddamn Bitch that was the best fuck ever. Too bad you
can give a performance like that only once." After resting for a few minutes Roy
withdrew his deflated prick as he got up. "Ya Bitch, too bad you can do that
only once. But that doesn't mean that I can't."
Roy practically mummified his body with saran wrap and don a set of rubber
gloves. Then being very careful he spent the rest of the morning cleaning the
dead women.
He used a high-pressure steam wash wand like the type use to power wash
buildings with. Using a mixture of ammonia, bleach, degreaser, and drain cleaner
along with other caustic chemicals. He used the wand to blast away his spunk
that crusted her and any other thing that could be genetically traced back to
him. Paying particular attention to her twat/womb, shitter/guts and
mouth/stomach.
Roy put the dead woman in a heavy-duty chemical resent bag and stuffed her
into another 35-gallon drum that was paint jet black. Then he poured three bags
of quicklime atop of her and added some water to start the chemical action.
After welding the drum top in place he loaded it in a van he had stolen.
Throughout the night Roy drove to the little town that Tricia's rich stepfather
lived in.
Early Tuesday in the pre dawn morning he found the stepfather's house. He
stealthily buried the packet of clothes and other personal stuff belonging to
Tricia, which he had sanitize into a field that had just been plowed over. In
the barn he stuffed the empty quicklime sacks under some farm equipment at the
back of the barn. After a quick looking around the barn he took an old pair of
coveralls, a pair of rubber work boots and a pocket watch he found hanging on
the roll cage bar of the farm tractor. He also took a couple of vials of
prolactin hormones and syringes that were used to keep the two farm cows with
milk, that he found in a cabinet.
After leaving Tricia's stepfather's farm he located the park that was in one
of the photos he found in Tricia's wallet. It was just outside the little town
some fifteen miles from Tricia's stepfather's farm. He swapped out his shoes for
the work boots from the barn. Then Roy dragged the drum with Tricia in it to the
wishing well that Tricia had been sitting on in the photo with her infant son in
her arms.
The drum left deep furrows in the grass then scratches in the walkway leading
to the well. Some ten feet from the well in a set of rose bushed that line the
walkway Roy dropped the pocket watch. Next he tossed the old pair of coveralls
that he had taken from the barn into the wishing well followed by the drum. As
Roy drove out of the park he tossed the work boots towards a pond. One splashed
into the pond the other falling two feet short of the pond.
Roy then returned home. The last thing he did before leaving the stolen van
in a high crime area was to rip out the dashboard to get at the speedometer,
which housed the mileage indicator. Roy made it back to his hideaway for a quick
shower then reported to the real Mall Security Office for his next duty shift
with fifteen minutes to spare.
Over the next few months Roy followed the news closely. Four days after Roy
dropped Tricia in to the wishing well she was discovered by a group of high
school kids who had climbed in to the well to pilfer the money.
It didn't take long for the local Sheriff Department to find the clues that
Roy had planted and arrests Tricia's stepfather.
The frame-up worked out better then Roy had thought. For unbeknownst to Roy
the news people dug up an old court record of spousal abuse to his first wife.
That really put the man on the wicket. The press had a felid day when the
details of how badly beaten and scared Tricia's body was and how it was
partially dissolved leaked out of the Coroner's Office. The press crucified him.
Despite his protest of his Innocents Tricia's stepfather was convicted in the
court of public option, which was followed quickly by a judicial one. Tricia's
stepfather received the death sentence for a crime he didn't commit.
After the trial Roy started cautiously looking around for his next Fucktoy.
Ironically it was on April 1st when he spotted a sixteen-year-old that was a
likely victim. He had just finished the graveyard-roaming shift and was about to
leave the real Security Office when the supervisor called out to him.
"Roy! John Tisdale would like you to stop by the music store."
"OK, thanks." Roy responded.
Roy knew was John wanted. He had been pestering Roy to join the Mall's flag
football team. He was going to blow it off but for some reason he couldn't
explain he decided to go ahead and talk to John. As the two men talked a teen
walked in to the music store.
She was a lovely red head and despite wearing a baggy football jersey that
she was wearing the men could tell she was busty. She was a tall one about 6'2"
with very shapely legs that seemed to go on forever. Those wondrous sculpted
legs were clad in a pair of electric-blue spandex leggings that molded to the
legs like a second skin.
"I bet if that little honey was on the team you would join in a heart beat."
Stated John lustfully.
"Yea I sure would. I would love to lock on to them knockers and drag her to
the ground and plant my flag pole." Roy giggled.
"Me to, but it would never happen. Hell these days if you sneeze funny
towards a bitch all hell brakes loose. They either, sue you for sexual
harassment of scream rape. Know what I mean?" John sighed.
"Boy, do I!" Roy exclaimed as he thought back to Brittany.
Both men let out deep remorseful sighs as they continue looking lustfully at
the teen that had entered the store.
"What the fuck? Will you look at that?" I'm not open for even ten minutes and
someone sealing." John growled as both men watched the teen stuff a expensive
music Compact Disk Player and a dozen music CD's under the baggy football
jersey.
"Ya, I see her. Dumb little slut." Responded Roy.
"I'll call Ed and have him send up someone to pick the bitch up."
Don't bother John I'll take care of her."
"You sure? You've just finish an eight hour roaming shift and I know that
cheap security firm you work for doesn't pay any over time."
"No problem John. Be glad to do it. If I can't plant my flag in her I can
some enjoyment out of her."
"What do you mean?"
"Well look at her. It's easy to tell she has never stolen before."
Ya, so?"
Well we both know that the judge will just give her a slap on the wrist this
being her first time. But she doesn't know that. Just think of the fun I can
have by explaining in graphic detail what the dikes in juvenile hall do to first
timers."
"Boy I would love to here that. Here take this." John handed Roy a micro
recorder.
Even before she left the music store Roy arrested her. As soon as the cuff
were tightly snapped on Roy started the micro recorder and started a very
pornographic story of what would happen to the teen in juvenile hall.
John licked his lips and rubbed his bulging crotch through his pants as he
overheard a segment of what Roy was telling the trebling little thief. He
couldn't wait to get the micro recorder back from Roy and listen to the entire
tape.
After he finished scaring the 16-year-old nearly to death he turned off the
micro recorder and took her down to the fake Security Office. Once there, Roy
interrogated her. He found that she fitted his requirements perfectly. Not only
was the sixteen-year-old going to be his newest Fucktoy but also she had a
special bonus to boot.
Roy didn't have time to introduce Dong Kong to the totally cherry frighten
teen but he did have time for a quick 'Put The Strips On The Zebra' game though
it was only the front side. Then he secured the sobbing 16-year-old into the
'Detention Cell'. Being seven inches taller the Tricia it took a lot more
squishing before Roy finally had the hollowing teen sealed into the 35-gallon
drum.
Before Roy stuffed the 16-year-old into the drum as a special bonus he muted
the sobbing girl by stuffing her bra and panties in her mouth and secured them
there by wrapping duct tape around her mouth and head. After all he didn't want
her squawking when he pulled her out of the drum and spoil the special surprise
now did he.
Roy returned to the music store with the micro recorder "Here you go John."
Stated Roy as he slid the micro recorder across the counter. I forgot the CD
player and CD's in the Security Office. Is it alright if I bring them back when
I come back on duty?"
Sure no problem. Thanks for this." Responded John as he shook the micro
cassette. Think the little slut will rise a stink?"
Na, about halfway to the Security office I took the cuffs off her. She
thought it was do to her complaining that they were to tight. You'll here her
complaining about them on the tape. Then, as we approached the Office I stop at
the water fountain by the east exit and pretended to drink from it. Like a
gazelle she took off running and bolted through the exit. I tell ya I never see
someone run so fast. Wish I had a video of that. Oh well; anyway I doubt if she
will stir up any kind of trouble." Let me know how you like the tape, OK."
"Will do."
After leaving the music store Roy went to a pay phone to make a call then
took the elevator to the fifth level sub garage.
