Author Note: I feel obliged to warn all readers as
to what is going to follow. This story is inspired by the works of an
"artist" named Dolcett. If you are a fan of
his works (and thus one sick puppy) you'll thoroughly enjoy this series. If you
are not, and you are offended by cannibals, rough rape or torture then read no
further. Otherwise enjoy! I love feedback, even negative feedback. I only ask
that you are constructive. A simple you suck doesn't help. Thank you so much.
Sean Renaud
Part One - Captured
"It's beautiful out here." Sara said as
she stood at the edge of the path staring down the beautiful mountainside. It
had just rained so the normal dry golden hue was replaced with a field of
bright green vegetation as far as the eye could see. Up above the sky was
flawless blue with only a single lazy white cloud hovering aimlessly over head.
"Yes it is." Rachel replied as she stepped up beside her. "I'm
so glad we came out here today. I just don't get nearly enough spare time, but
with the holidays..." She smiled pushing her reddish brown hair away from
her soft brown eyes.
She was a beautiful mixture of black and Indian that gave her the best features
of all races. Rachel's eyes were beautiful a beautiful almond shape with sooty
lashes that always looked made up. Her high cheek bones gave her the smile of a
model and she was constantly smiling about one thing or another. She'd been
gifted with a curvy body, full heavy breasts that always seemed to strain
against whatever she wore and wide hips that swished with her every step.
"With the holidays coming up I get you all to myself." Sara looked up
at her friend and smiled before adjusting her khaki's on her slender frame.
Unlike her tall friend Sara wasn't very curvy. She barely filled out the khaki shorts
she'd chosen and her budding breasts were so firm they never needed a bra.
Today her dirty blonde hair was pulled back into a hasty bun on the back of her
head but normally she chose to wear it down around her shoulders. "We're
almost to the spot; we'll set up camp there." She replied pulling her
backpack a little higher on her shoulders and then tugging on her plain white
tee shirt.
A satisfied sigh escaped the taller woman as she stepped away from the cliff
face and started back up the mountain path. She'd chosen to wear a pair of her
old cammie trousers and an olive green undershirt for
the hike. "I wish I had more time to do this sort of thing. I'm always so
busy doing one thing or another at my job that I never get to do this."
There was a slight pause as Rachel turned toward Sara and smiled. Sara started
to speak but as soon as her lips parted Rachel responded by leaning towards her
and pressing her lips to Sara's. The two lovers gently embraced, Rachel's arms
gradually encompassing the smaller woman and pressing against her. "I love
you." She whispered breaking away from the kiss, just holding Sara close
for a moment and staring at the sky.
The response was physical, rather than verbal as Sara leaned up starting a
second kiss. This time she slipped her tongue past her lips and into Rachel's
mouth letting her tongue slip into the other woman's mouth. Sara brought her
hands up gently caressing Rachel's face as the kiss continued leaning closer
for a moment before breaking the kiss. "Plenty of time
for this later." She whispered before stealing on last quick peck
and backing away.
"Tease." Rachel whispered before turning and
following her up the hill.
It too the girls most of the day to get to the camp site but it was well worth
the time they'd spent on the hike. It was just a few feet from a shallow stream
and completely surrounded by tall trees. Rachel was former military and Sara
had plenty of experience in the Girl Scouts so between the two of them it only
took a few minutes to get the tent up and water boiling over a small campfire.
"You know I really love the outdoors." Rachel mused as she lay back
on her sleeping bag. She'd only agreed to set the tent up as a precaution for
rain, if she had any choice in the matter she'd sleep out here under the stars
which were out in full effect. A breathtaking sea of stars completely coated
the sky, too many for anybody to count.
"Yeah me to." Sara replied taking a stick
and lazily poking at the flames then opening bag and pouring the contents into
the bag. Sara had taken her khaki's off as soon as she'd gotten her sleeping
bag set up. She was still dressed in her white shirt but now she had a pair of
plain white panties on as well. The way she was sitting with her legs crossed
the fire dancing over her displayed slender thighs. "C'mere."
Sara cooed beckoning her lover over.
"What if somebody sees?" Rachel replied sheepishly pulling her
sleeping back up around herself. There really wasn't any need though; the only
clothing she'd taken off was her boots which were sitting next to the fire.
"There is nobody out here." Sara replied with a wicked grin as she
pulled her shirt up and over her head tossing it aside. Beneath she was wearing
a plain white bra; she smiled shaking her chest at Rachel. "Trust me;
we're completely alone out here." She whispered reaching back and
unhooking her bra to reveal her creamy white breasts.
One last nervous look around convinced Rachel that the two were indeed alone.
The dark skinned beauty crawled from one sleeping bag to the next finally
pressing her lips to Sara's. As always her lover responded instantly wrapping
her arms around Rachel gently tugging at her shirt.
There wasn't much resistance from the larger woman as her olive drab shirt was
pulled off and tossed next to her boots. "I've wanted to do this for a
long time." Rachel whispered softly, letting her tongue slip between her
lips exploring Sara's throat.
Meanwhile Sara tried to unfasten Rachel's black bra. Normally it wouldn't have
been complicated at all but in the dancing shadows and her excitement she
couldn't work the clasp. "Rachel." She gasped gently biting down on
her shoulder and slipping her fingers beneath the bra strap. Instead of
releasing the clasp she just pulled at the bra until Rachel's D-cup breasts
were released into the warm night air.
"Ooooh." Rachel
gasped as the warm air caressed her flesh. She could feel the blood rushing
through her body hardening her nipples. The gasp melted into a moan as Sara's
lips abandoned Rachel's shoulder and traveled down her chest. Sara didn't go
straight for the nipple, instead she slowly worked her way over the succulent
flesh, licking and kissing over Rachel's breasts. Her lips were so close that
Rachel could feel her breath wash over her nipple but she kept her lips a few
inches away.
"You like that?" Sara asked slowly trailing her tongue slowly over
Rachel's stomach, circling her naval then lightly dipping into it. A slight
moan was enough of an answer for Sara, as she dipped her tongue into Rachel her
fingers were busy unfastening the cammie trousers.
The first button came undone with ease but cammie's
have a button fly that Sara had to claw and rip at before she could get them
open. Beneath she was wearing a pair of yellow panties with green ducks walking
all over them, normally Sara would have joked about a grown woman in Underoos, instead she just dipped her fingers into the
elastic band and pulled them down and off. Rachel kept herself clean shaven
other than a single stripe of trimmed hair right above her slight.
Her lips moved to Rachel's ankle, kissing slowly over the soft flesh there and
moving up over the well toned calves. Days of hiking and years of military had
sculpted Rachel's legs perfectly for Sara's tongue to explore. Her tongue moved
behind the backs of her knees and between Rachel's thighs teasingly close to
her womanhood. Rachel's legs parted in response, one lifted up over her lover's
shoulder, the other pushed out to one side.
Sara let her tongue dance slowly closer, over her inner thighs and down closer
to her lips. Each time her soft lips got closer Rachel moaned and squirmed
trying to get hips in the right position. Sara's tongue danced away though each
time though, never quite letting Rachel get the pleasure she ached for.
"Don't tease me." Rachel gasped, her chest heaving with every deep
breath she took. Her face was already starting to glow with perspiration as her
stomach clenched up. Rachel arched her back pressing her juicy slit to Sara's
teasing lips. A final desperate moan was enough to make Sara relent, the tip of
her tongue tracing Rachel's moist pussy before parting her lips scooping her
clit with her tongue.
Sara's tongue moved expertly over Rachel's clit, thrusting, twisting and
spinning over her clit. She ignored Rachel's legs slowly wrapping around her
head squeezing each time Sara's tongue grazed her just right. Rachel's hands
slowly slipped down over her body caressing her breasts and over her smooth
stomach down to tangle in Sara's dirty blonde hair. She tangled her fingers in
Sara's hair pulling her closer to her. Sara responded by holding her tongue
firmly and thrusting it into Rachel wriggling it around inside her.
Rachel's legs clenched as she felt the electricity down to the very tips of her
curled toes. Her pussy clenched down around Sara's tongue trying to pull her
farther inside her.
Rachel's beautiful brown eyes were clenched shut like her teeth so the only
sound escaping her lips was a suppressed moan. Finally her body collapsed down
onto the sleeping bag and Sara's hair slipped from her grasp. "Oh my god." Rachel smiled looking down at Sara's
smiling face.
The blonde gave one last parting lick before moving up into her lover's arms
and kissing her cheek gently. "You're yummy."
"Don't say that!" Rachel said slapping Sara's arm playfully.
"Why not you are." She answered playfully
slapping her back.
"Is the food done?" Rachel asked putting her hands behind her head.
The sound a twig snapping caught her attention before Sara could respond
though. "You hear that?"
"Hear what?" Sara responded leaning up over the pot and
dipping a spoon into it slowly stirring the soup.
"It was probably nothing."
Less than twenty feet away Jed glared at his younger brother and brought a
silencing finger to his lips. He was dressed in a pair of dirty ragged overalls
and black steel-toed boots. The overalls were so worn that they were barely
staying in place on his gangly frame.
The boots were equally shabby, the steel easily seen where the leather had once
been. Even if he'd been dressed in fine clothes it wouldn’t have helped, Jed
was missing two of his front teeth and his hair was a sickly shade of almost
blonde. In his free hand he was holding a twelve gauge and several lengths of
rope were coiled around his shoulder.
His younger brother was only wearing a pair of formerly blue, now green and
brown, jeans. Unlike his brother Ray was heavy set, fat by most people's
standards and his hairy gut hung over his jeans. His hair was a solid brown
when it was clean; most times it looked closer to grey. His most striking
feature was his eyes, one brown and the other green. Right now they were
focused on Rachel's nude form. "Which one?"
He whispered.
"Isn't it obvious? That little white girl ain't
got enough meat to feed Ma and
"Can we take them both?" Jed turned back to the girls who were both
staring in the complete wrong direction and nodded.
"Take em fast, I'll get that nigger bitch you
get the other." He held up his hand with three fingers counting down for
his brother. When he hit zero both men leapt out of the trees at the same time
Jed firing the shotgun directly into the fire missing both girls.
"What!?" Sara screamed turning around just
in time to catch Ray's fist in her face. The sheer force lifted her off feet
landing flat on her back near the fire. Ray moved quickly slamming his bare
foot down on her jaw holding her in place and turning to see his brother.
"Don't fucking move bitch!" Jed shouted leveling the shotgun at
Rachel's chest. Old military training instantly kicked in though and she
snatched the barrel with one hand pointing it away from her, with her other
hand she shot slamming his fingers against the trigger. He screamed in pain
releasing the gun but he leaned forward and backhanded Rachel.
She managed to keep her grip on the gun even as her head snapped to one side
nearly splitting her lip in the process. She tried again to twist the gun from
his grip but he moved with her keeping a hold on the weapon. Jed slid his grip
up catching her fingers against the barrel of the gun; before she could react
he twisted his hip slamming her down to the ground.
Rachel's grip broke as the wind was knocked from her lungs and Jed slammed the
barrel down against her jaw his finger against the trigger. "Don't you fuckin' move bitch." He shouted pressing the barrel
down again.
Rachel gasped, staring up through the sights at her captor without moving a
single inch. "That's a good girl, now roll over onto your pretty lil’ stomach and put your hands behind your back."
Rachel complied rolling onto her stomach and putting her hands behind her back.
As soon as she was on her stomach Jed knelt down on her back roughly kneeling
on her spine. He roughly wrenched Rachel's arms back tightly tying her wrists
together, then a second rope bound her elbows
painfully close together. A third and final rope was wrapped around her ankles
tightly pulling them up towards her ankles hogtying her. "How
you coming there brother?"
Ray had pulled zip ties from his pockets and had her wrists and ankles tightly
bound together. "I got mine Jed, let's get these bitches back. You watch em; I'll go get the truck."
Jed nodded in response twisting a fistful of Rachel's hair around his fist and
dragging her along side Sara. "Now don't you girls start acting up. I reckon neither of you wants to take a bullet right
between your fucking eyes. I got no problem with shooting one of you. Specially this spirited lass right here!" He emphasized
the word with a sharp kick to the spine. "Now neither
one of you girls has put me in a very good mood so far. I've half a mind
to shoot you right now, so being good just might keep you amongst the livin' a bit longer understood?"
Sara looked up at him through tear filled eyes. The zip ties on her hands and
feet kept her from moving more than a few inches at a time. Sara snuggled
herself tightly against Rachel whimpering and nodding frantically. "I'll
be good. I-I'll be good."
"Shut up!" Jed roared pointing the barrel against her skull.
"Yes yes!" She screamed biting down on her
lips trying her best to silence her whimpering.
Rachel was completely still and silent, other than the trickle of blood from
the corner of her mouth and her steady breathing nothing moved. Her dark brown
eyes glared up at her captor but her mind was already thinking of how she could
escape.
A rusted red sixties style truck came crashing through the trees with Ray
behind the wheel. He nearly ran the girls over as he passed by the two spinning
the back toward them. Sara screamed and brought her hands up to cover her eyes
from the mud. "I told you to shut up!" Jed shouted leaning forward
and kicking her thigh.
It took him a moment to lift Rachel up, first by the hair, then by her arms and
toss her into the truck but he managed it. Sara was easily lifted up onto her
feet and thrown in on top of Rachel. "Sit tight girls, wouldn't want you
to bruise 'fore I could get you home" Without saying anything else he
threw the back of the truck up and got in along side his brother.
"You think Ma and Pa will like 'em?"
"They'll love em. And just in time, we got us a
few days till Christmas, plenty of time to work on the girls."
Part Two - Dinner Preparations
"Ma! We home!" Jed shouted as he leapt out of the still moving truck.
The house was a beat up combination of tin and wood that looked like it had
popped out of an old movie. A good gust of wind would be enough to level the
structure from the looks of it. There were several more vehicles scattered
around the yard, all of them on blocks and partially rusted. It was instantly
obvious they'd been using them for parts on the beat up truck.
There were no animals in the yard, no crops being grown either. The only
movement was a few ragged clothes hung out to dry at seemingly random spots
around the yard. On the farthest side of the house was a pile of refuse, a
disgusting fetid mountain of human waste and uneaten food and animal bones.
"Oh my god." Rachel whispered as she stared.
She wanted to scream but her voice fled as it became so obvious that she would
never leave this place. Jed took her by the hair and dragged her to the back of
the truck hefting her into his arms and walking towards the house.
An elderly woman dressed in a dingy blue skirt stepped out of the door. She had
once been a beautiful woman, you could almost see it
in her blue eyes and long brown hair. Even her figure was full and curvy,
almost attractive if her bared breasts didn't sag with age and stretch marks
from birth didn't cover her sides. "Brought us Christmas dinner did'ya boys? That's my good little boys." She crooned
as Jed walked closer. As soon as she could reach him she leaned out and kissed
him fully on the mouth, her yellowed teeth parting so her tongue could grapple
her son's.
"I hoped you like her." Jed replied bringing Rachel inside and
setting her on the table.
"Fucking put me down you fuckin piece of
shit!" Rachel screeched. Jed ignored the comment as he turned back to his
mother who just gave her a disapproving frown.
Ma walked in right behind him and gripped Rachel by the skull, thrusting her
thumbs into the corner of the black girl's mouth. She painfully twisted her
head this way and that, inspecting her gums and teeth before pushing her away.
The inspection wasn't done yet though, she moved her fingers over her back
squeezing and prodding at her flesh.
"Got us a strong bitch didn't ya. Always did
know how to pick em Jed." She moved down to her
legs pulling her firmly muscled ass open and poking at her rectum. "Yup
this is a mighty fine nigger you brought us." She said approvingly her
attentions now drawn down to her pussy. "She's gonna be some mighty fine eatin. How you reckon we should fix'er?"
"I was kinda in the mood for a roast Ma. If you
want we got another one but I think Ray wants to keep her as a pet for a
while." Jed said.
"You sick fucks! You can't cook me have you lost your motherfucking
minds?!" Rachel screamed. Jed just turned his back to her listening to his
mother as she continued.
Ma gripped one of Rachel's tit's cradling in both hands. "Well I think
this one'll feed us for a while. He's
always wanting to keep those girls he catches. Like we's some kind of petting farm." Jed laughed.
"You go tell your Pa that we need to start up the preparations, you know
we can't just throw a bitch on the grill."
Ma slowly turned back to the screaming girl now and leaned closer exposing her
dark yellow teeth in a ghastly grin. "Now as for you missy I've had about
enough of your mouth. You ain't gonna live long but
the less you piss me off the more pleasant what life you have can be." Ma
sneered putting her hand over Rachel's mouth to keep her silent.
Rachel tried to scream but Ma just pushed her hand down harder, her other hand
moving to crush her throat. Her grip was surprisingly strong for a woman of her
size easily cutting off Rachel's air.
Ma leaned close enough that her fetid breath poured over Rachel's face as she
slowly moved her hand from her mouth. "Now you shut the fuck up or I'll
choke you right the fuck out and you'll wake up in the pig trough out back
understand?" Rachel couldn't even nod her head as Ma's grip tightened and
the world started to fade around her.
"Ma!" Ray frowned slightly when his mother
didn't respond to him. "MA!" He shouted slamming Sara down on the
already creaky floorboards.
"What! Can't you see I'm busy here Ray? What is it that's so
important?" Ma said as she spun around to face her youngest son. "Is
it this piece of gutter trash here on the floor?" She squatted down over
Sara gripping her chin and turning her this way that
that. "Not much meat on her."
"Didn't take her for dinner Ma. Thought we could use a pet around the
house, been a while since I've had a pet Ma." His mother looked up at him
disapprovingly. "I promise, I'll take real good
care of her. It won't be like Trish, I'll feed her and water her and train her
real good just you watch Ma." Ray insisted his lips pulled into a pout.
Ma looked up at him then down at the sobbing woman then back to her son.
Finally she gave a nod of approval. "Take her on upstairs,
remember she ain't to be fed for some days now. Need
to get her plenty hungry so she'll eat." Ma said before turning back to
Rachel. "And now its time to get back to you my little
missy. Gots to start the preparations if
you're gonna be ready in time." Rachel was silently glaring up at Ma when
she heard footsteps behind her.
The man standing over her was obviously the father figure. A long ratty beard
hung from his chin and like his youngest son, each eye was a different color.
He was wearing a torn plaid flannel, unbuttoned to reveal his well muscled
stomach. Pa was covered in a layer of grime and if Rachel had been trying she
would have smelled his funk before she saw him. His chest was completely
covered in matted black hair that vanished down into his torn jeans. "This the piece of meat the boys brought home?"
"
"She is." Pa replied moving looking at her briefly before walking
over to a separate table and grabbing a small bag that he dropped on the table
next to Rachel's face with a metallic thud.
"Now let's see if we can get her to behave herself some, I right thought
they'd brought a banshee into these walls from the horrid sounds she was makin." He opened the bag and reached into it pulling
out a bowie knife. "Now don't you move none miss, if you do I might end up
cutting you." The sight of the knife paralyzed Rachel with fear, her eyes
wide as she stared at the dull blade, spotted with dirt, dried blood and rust.
Pa moved himself behind her and thrust the knife between her ankles sawing the
ropes of her ankles.
Neither Ma nor Pa saw the exact moment that Rachel's instincts kicked but Pa
felt it. As soon as the ropes were lose enough that she could rip them she did
kicking him as hard as she could in the chest.
Unfortunately for her that wasn't nearly hard enough to do more than annoy him.
She didn't even get a second kick off before he snatched both of her ankles
nearly yanking her off the table.
"Now you listen here little missy. I won't have you acting like a horse's
ass. Ma help me tie this little bitch's legs to the
table." Ma obediently walked over gripping on of Rachel's ankles and
pulling it down.
It didn't take much rope to go twice around her ankle and once around the table
leg. While she worked on the other Pa pulled a pair of pliers from the bag and
walked around in front of her. "Now look here girl. If you don't do
exactly what I say I'm gonna pull your fuckin' teeth
out one by fuckin one. Now open your mouth and sos I can put my dick in it."
Rachel bit down on her lips forcing them to stay closed in response glaring up
at him defiance. "Stupid girl." He growled
roughly backhanding her. Her head snapped to one side reopening the gash in her
lip. Pa leaned down and snatched her jaw squeezing till it she opened her
mouth. Then he snatched up the pliers and thrust them into her mouth gripping
her bottom tooth and wrenching it out of its socket.
"Now if you don't want me to do that to every
tooth in your body you'll fuckin stop being such a
pain!" Rachel screamed out spitting blood out of her mouth and staring up
at him.
It was right then that it settled on her that she really wasn't going to
survive this. Nobody was coming to save her, nobody
even knew where she was that week. He wasn't going to mess up and give her a chance to escape, the only choice she really had
was to try and make the rest of her life as painless as possible. The sharp
stab of her missing tooth had already faded to a constant dull throb but it was
enough to get her to open her mouth for
"Good girl." He crooned running his fingers affectionately through
her hair before pulling his pants off and rubbing his nine inch cock across her
face. His sweat and precum mixed with her tears
coating her face in a slime before he pushed into her
mouth. Pa tasted every bit as disgusting as he looked, like he hadn't bathed in
weeks. Rachel wanted to gag from the taste alone but it got worse as he pushed
more of his cock into her open mouth. A muffled moan escaped her throat as he
pushed against the back of her throat.
It wasn't the first time Rachel had taken a man into her throat. It was the
first time she'd had nine inches forced down her back and spit and blood oozed
back out of her mouth every time he pushed. The sound of her gagging, her body
heaving to reject the invading phallus got louder as well as she was nearly
drown, her face covered with a crimson mask.
"She's a good one." Ma said as she finished securing Rachel's legs
and moved up farther spreading the black girl's ass cheeks. Her tongue delved
into that dark hole twisting around the brown puckered rectum readying it for
her husband's cock.
Under normal circumstances the feelings shooting through Rachel's body would
have been pleasant, Ma was skilled with her tongue
pushing, twisting, reaming Rachel's anus over and over again. If she didn't
have a missing tooth and a cock jammed down her throat nearly suffocating her
she would have cum.
"Move yourself out my way." Pa said yanking
his cock out of Rachel's mouth. Ma moved away as Pa walked around behind her
pushing the tip of his cock against her asshole. Rachel gasped trying her best
to catch her breath before she could regulate her breathing though Pa shoved
his hard cock into her ass.
Rachel's rectum was too tight to take him a single thrust, he could only get a
few inches of his spit and blood coated cock into her. "NOOOOOO!"
She shrieked wriggling as much as she could manage on the table. One on hand on
the back of her neck held her perfectly still and another on her hips kept her
in place as he started pumping back and forth.
Each time her anus gave a little more, letting Pa's cock deeper into her body.
It was pure agony to feel him stretching what had been a virgin hole minutes
ago to accept nine full inches of man meat. Each thrust of his hips drew a new
agonizing scream from the girl.
"Ma see what you can do about shutting this bitch
up. She's ruinin my mood." Ma reached into the
bag and pulled out an orange ball gag and thrust it into her mouth pulling the
strap behind her head. Rachel could only moan around the gag then as her Pa
continued to abuse her ass.
"That's better." Pa exclaimed as he finally managed to bottom out in
her asshole, his balls rubbing against her clit as he rested for a moment.
Rachel had stopped crying behind the gag, her eyes blanked out as she stared at
some indeterminate object on the wall as Pa pounded into her backside.
"Look at this." Pa said slapping her ass. As soon as he did her eyes
widened and another moan tried to squeeze its way around the gag. Different
from the others that was the first pleasant moan to escape her throat. Despite
the horror of her condition she couldn't stop her body from reacting.
She wished her sphincter was clenching around his cock, she wished her hips
weren't pushing back against him but they were. She was going to die and her
murderer was going to give her an orgasm before she died. Another rough slap on
her ass clenched her body up around his cock, tears of humiliation were pouring
down her cheeks leaving clean streaks on her face.
She was aware of everything around her. Aware that Pa was sweating now as he
savagely raped her asshole. Aware that Ma had left the room and was noisily
preparing something the next room. Aware that upstairs Sara was being used by
the two sons somewhere nearby. Aware that her stomach was
clenching and not from pain.
Rachel clenched her eyes shut in an attempt to fight the feeling rising in her
body. She tried to concentrate on the dull throb of her missing tooth but the
only thing she could feel was Pa's hard dick invading her bottom.
She could feel every vein as it sawed in and out of her body and every time it
pulsed with his approaching orgasm. Rachel felt her toes curl as she tried to
arch her back towards him, her body trembling in a terror induced orgasm. That was
enough to push Pa over the edge, one last violent thrust into her bowels before
he flooded her with his cum.
"She's ready Ma, lets set this one up." Pa
said as he pulled his now flaccid cock from Rachel's abused red asshole. He
walked around in front of her and wiped himself clean on her hair.
"Bring her directly out back Pa!" Came her
response.
"Yessum!" He
replied. A few quick motions later Rachel's hands ankles were tied together
again and she was flung over his shoulder and carried out back. The backyard
looked almost normal. There was green grass, an oversized doghouse and a huge
grill with a fire roaring in it. It was easily big enough for two people if
that had been their intentions. Pa set her down on a table though, her head
resting on a block.
There wasn't enough energy left in her body to stop him as he pulled a leather
strap over the back of her neck holding her perfectly in place. The straps
holding her ankles were undone as well her legs spread apart and strapped back
into place. "Now my little nigger bitch I'll splain
what we doing to you. That way nothing will come as a surprise to you." Ma
said as Pa stepped back into the house.
She was holding a razor in one hand as she stepped closer. "First we's gonna shave that nasty little cunt of yours. Don't
want no pubic hairs in my mouth when I eat you."
She said as she twisted the blade beneath Rachel quickly shaving away the
stripe of hair over her slit. The razor was set aside and an awkward looking
machine was put behind Rachel.
"This here is called an impaler."
She heaved a large steel rod from the ground and held it in front of Rachel. It
was at least eight feet long, on one end it came to a
dull point, like a giant dildo. It even had what looked like an anal attachment
at one end.
"This is gonna go all the way through you, then the boys will set on the
fire. Big strong girl like you might live for close to half
and hour if we're careful with you. Meat tastes better the longer the
girl lives."
Rachel just stared in disbelief at the steel rod until Ma walked behind her and
set it on the machine.
Almost instantly Rachel felt the pressure of the dull rod pressing against her
ass. It was bigger than Pa's cock but it slid into her easily in enough.
"Its going to slid all the way into you, push out through your intestines.
It's dull so it will just push your innards aside." Ma explained as the
rod continued it slow journey through Rachel's insides. Less than three inches
were inside her at that point but it the most painful experience of her life.
Rachel felt the second pole push its way into her cunt at the same time filling
up her pussy and holding her in place. The rod pushed its way deeper and deeper
at antagonizing pace. It pushed its way out through her intestines and into her
stomach, it inched through her chest. Her insides moved away to make room for
the rod as it moved past her heart and lungs.
Ma quickly pulled the gag from Rachel's mouth letting her shriek as the rod
pushed into her throat. Her jaws were forced open as the rod emerged from her
mouth. It pushed on farther out until she could see the blood smeared impaling
rod sticking out of her mouth.
"I know that you can't talk any more but I know you're still alive. The
boys will be down in a minute." As if on cue Jed and Ray came walking out
of the house and staring at her. "Put her on the fire." Ray grabbed
one end, Jed the other and lifted her up and set the pole over the fire.
Rachel was still aware as the orange flames started licking up around her body.
The smell of burning flesh flooded her nose, it was like the scent of pork
roasting but it wasn't. The rod in her cunt kept her steady on the pole so it
didn't twist inside her. Instead her entire body twisted slowly over the fire
letting her cook evenly.
Sweat poured from her body sizzling as it hit the fire beneath her. From the
corner of her eye she could see the entire family standing buy and watching her
roast alive. In her last moment she saw Sara staring at her through the window
and then there was nothing.
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