Hi there all! Kirstenskutje again, already here for my third depraved GIMP story!
I sure had some fun writing this one. Let's just say my fingers are still wet from my own juices as I'm typing this introduction. It's turns out it's quite hard to be typing stories you yourself get wet and horny from all the time, while figuring out the scenes and settings.
Of course, it's nothing really serious. No detail is really thought out well and nothing is supposed to be 'real'. I don't really care about realities. if it's possible, that just takes out of all the fun. My fantasies are not meant to be touched by reality. The fun is the fantasy.
Another story - actually a streamseries of a subscription-based streaming service I shall not name here - inspired me to this writing. Or better: it was the actress in the series that really inspired my sadistic psychopathic little fantasies. And if you read my story really closely, you'll also find some tributes to story details of the famous Cortez that i worked into my own. I came hard on those stories years ago, so It may be fun to figure out which stories I mean. If not, just enjoy the psychotic sexual depravities that a MILF can actually come up with, being done to another girl.
And always remember: when nothing is real - everything is permitted!
This story consists out of 4 parts - a prologue, the main part (that will be published in 3 parts) and a quite extenisive epilogue. So I sure hope you'll enjoy: A GOOD GIRL'S GUIDE TO EXTREME SEXUAL SUFFERING!
P.S.: Always feel free to message me with your feedback. Love to hear from you all!
A GOOD GIRL'S GUIDE TO EXTREME SEXUAL SUFFERING
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A GOOD GIRL'S GUIDE TO EXTREME SEXUAL SUFFERING
Prologue: A sparkling little gift for a nosy kitten
“You have to understand this, kitten,” the husk voice whispered in the darkness. For a moment there was silence. Then the voice continued, louder, echoing in the dark: “YOU REALLY BROUGHT THIS ON TO YOURSELF”
With a shock, Pippa woke on the floor, breathing shallowly and her body in an instant spasm. It was cold. There was coldness everywhere. There was a freezing breeze over her skin, over her naked skin. “No,” she thought, with a first alarm. “No, no,” she whispered as she tried to get up from the floor, the concrete wet and moist under the palms of her hands and her thigh and stomach. “No no no,” she panicked. “No, please. No no no, why am I naked.”
Then, she realized she could see nothing and the panic became like a dark wave. The thought that she was blind. That the floor under her was so wet and so cold it felt like she was lying in ice and acid. There was heaviness on the lower part of her legs, near her feet. She tried to move her legs, only to hear a rattling sound and feel something heavy around her ankles, which prevented her from moving freely.
Pippa screamed, trying to cover her breasts. “No please,” she screamed. “Where am I!”
She suddenly realized she’d woken up by a voice. There was a dark, husk voice near her, somewhere near her in this room. “Who’s there,” she asked with a small, trembling voice. There was silence in the air. And a slow, soft breath, somewhere in the dark.
“This all would not have been necessary, Pippa. If only you’d just listened.”
“What… what do you mean? What do you..” she uttered, with trembling fear in her voice. “Who… Who are you.”
“What’s the last thing you remember?” the voice asked.
“I was… I was at the calamity party … with my friends, Cara and Lauren. They wanted to go with me to the secret rave party Max told me about … And then.. We split up… and I came looking for…” Pippa touched her head as if she had a headache, “Aw, my head hurts… there was a spin the bottle moment … that boy…that boy tried to … he tried to kiss me and I… “
“As the little slut you secretly are, I’m sure you wanted that kiss, Pippa,” the voice interrupted. “But let’s skip the details for now. You ran, Pippa. You ran, and you wandered, all hot and sweaty and bothered, through all the noise of the party and all the fucked up people here. And you kept wandering, because you came looking, right? You came looking for us, right?”
“You actually came looking…,” the soft voice said, “...for me.”
“It’s all fuzzy…. I came…I went to talk to…to..you? You’re Howie, right? I mean, you’re Howard Bowers, the drug dealer? Because of Abbi, right? Because Abbi Bell disappeared. And before she disappeared, she worked for you, right, dealing drugs for you?”
“Howie,” Pippa continued, with fear in her voice. “Is that you? Why…” There was a soft begging in her trembling expression. “Why am I here?”
There was silence in the room. Just breathing. A silent, cold breathing.
“You are here, Pippa,” the voice broke through the darkness, “because I have a gift for you.”
“A very special, little sparkling gift. For a very nosy, nosy kitten.”
Pippa now remembered that she’d wanted to ask Howie Bowers, the main drug dealer of high school, some questions about Abbi, the girl who went missing five years ago.
“But you really should remember…” the voice said slowly, and suddenly she heard a chair move on the ground, the metal screeching across the cold concrete she was lying on.
She trembled and tried to make herself as small as she could, suddenly remembering how incredibly naked she was and that she couldn’t move. She was chained to something. Panic filled her and she tried to get away from the footsteps that approached, keeping one arm before her naked breasts, her nipples reacting to the cold and scraping on her arm, filling her body with a strange feeling. She tried to keep the other hand between her legs, protecting her other vulnerable place.
“Oh Pippa, sweety. That’s too little, too late. Because you really should try to remember…”
Suddenly Howie’s face was so close to her own, she could see the coldness in his eyes, the slow, cruel, sadistic little smile on his lips. Feel the warmth of his breath on her lips.
“...when you start asking questions to local drug dealers about missing girls…”
He held a small black object in front of her face, with two silver points sticking out and a couple of inches between them.
“...those drugdealers…”
Suddenly the room was filled with a sinister crackling and a bluewhite light in the shape of small lightning appeared between the silver points, almost blistering the teenage girl's face. Pippa shrieked.
“... might have some QUESTIONS in return!”
Pippa tried to scream again, as the drug dealer pushed the two points on her face, her nose in the middle of the burning bright white light of the voltage igniting.
Her head slammed back against the wall behind her.
Pippa’s whole body convulsed involuntarily. Her muscles spasmed. Her back arched. Her naked legs spread uncontrollably while shaking. The fingers of the hand she tried to protect her pussy with clawed at her vagina.
In the white light of the taser sparkling, Howie moved back and watched, amazed as the muscles on the tight small stomach of Pippa visibly cramped. It was erotic as hell.
The teenage girl was already unconscious from the shock. But she continued to spasm. A low gasp came from her open mouth, an attempt to scream. But her vocal cords spasmed so much, that no sound was produced. Pippa’s eyes rolled back. Urine appeared on the concrete. The shock made the teenage girl release her bladder.
Howard wrinkled his nose, irritated. He stood up and looked at the now unconscious girl on the ground. Then he turned on the light in the cave behind where the calamity rave party took place and that he sometimes used as his office. He gestured to the four men who were standing against the wall. They had all witnessed the whole thing.
Howard pointed to the unconscious body on the ground. “Bring her to our special room. Prep her. Make sure you find the others. Her friends, how did she call them? Cara and Laura...no, wait, Lauren.”
Howard looked at the naked vulnerable body of Pippa. He shook her shoulder with his boot, shaking her tits. He liked the way the breasts of the teenager hardly moved, they were still firm and so virginal. Oh, the things he would do to those little pointed nipples, so beautiful pink and swollen in those aureoles…
For a moment Howard was distracted in his fantasies. Then he shook it off and continued his instructions. “Find these girls. Strip them. String them up. Rape them. Make sure Pippa knows. Make sure she knows that her friends are being raped, because of her. Do it in front of her.”
“Then, and only then, start raping Pippa. I want her to know the things you do to her friends, you are going to do to her. Have her holes filled until she loses consciousness. And have them still filled when she wakes up. Then keep on raping her. Use every hole. Even the holes Pippa probably doesn’t know she had. Teenagers often are too young, they don’t know their own bodies, they haven’t yet had real men teach them.”
The men looked at him.
“Her pisshole, you idiots. Look between her legs, open her up. You find the extra hole there. Use it. If it’s tiny, stretch it out. Really open her up.”
Howard looked at his watch. ”Now, I’ve got a date. My girl is waiting for me at the restaurant.”
He watched the naked, unconscious body of Pippa lying on the floor. “Alright, I’ll be back in about 6 hours. I want her continued raped until I arrive, got it? And when you’re done with the other girls, just put then out of their misery. Shoot them. Shoot them in their cunts. Strangle them. I don’t care, just make them suffer in front of Pippa. Make sure they know they suffer because of their friends.”
“And for Pippa? No pause. Anus. Cunt. Pisshole. Mouth. Again and again. Tear her apart. Six hours. Have your fun with her. Make her vomit semen. Because after that, when I’m back, it’s my turn. I have some questions for the little brat. And I want to have some really special and intimate time with Pippa to get the answers.”
The men grinned. The teenager on the floor began to groin and slowly woke up. “Wha.. what happened… why doe it hurt, it hurts, my face…wha…”
Pippa began to cry uncontrollably.
“Oh no, you don’t,” Howie said. He kneeled. “Don’t cry, sweetie. No tears. No tears. Not yet.”
He pushed the taser against Pippa’s pubic region. Pippa tried to scream again. But the shock of the taser pushed all the air out of her lungs and her head and body convulsed again. This time, Howard shocked her a couple of times, the stun gun continuously closer to that very special place between Pippa’s legs. Howard touched her legs and saw, satisfied that the teenager took good care of herself. She was shaved there, naked like a freshly born baby. He smiled.
Then he stood up and took a step back.
“No," Howard said. "The real crying begins later, sweet Pippa.”
He looked at his men, all of them grinning at the naked girl on the floor. “Have fun, gentleman,” he said and started to leave the room. “And as I said. Be thorough. Every hole. Don’t be gentle with the girl. Really make her scream.”
When he left, Howie turned to close the door and looked at the naked body of Pippa Fitz-Amobi, in chains on the floor, lying in her own piss, unconscious. He watched as the first man approached, unzipping his belt, and opening his zipper. The man was taking out a huge trunk, the top of which was already glistening with precum.
Visibly excited by what he had seen Howard doing to the teenage girl on the floor and by his instructions from his boss, what was already firm as it was half erect became quite impressive.
Howie smiled. ‘Yes’, he thought. ‘I think that one’s gonna hurt.’
He closed the door. He had a beautiful and twisted girlfriend waiting for him at the restaurant. He wondered how she would react when he told her he had a teenage girl in his dungeon. That he had Pippa, being worked on, while they had dinner.
As he walked down the hall of the hidden caves, towards the sound of the party ahead, he heard the first screams behind him. The screaming soon turned into loud crying as he walked further. The crying faded into the music of the party on the other side of the caves where the calamity rave party was held. Howie entered the crowd of dancing people and thought of Pippa getting her first cock inside her anus, being raped in the distance. He felt himself get hard in his pants. Six hours. The men could have their foreplay.
When he returned, then the real fun part would start. That little brat would pay for her curiosity. It certainly was going to destroy her tight little pussy. This kitten was going to suffer. He would make sure of that.
Prologue: A sparkling little gift for a nosy kitten
“You have to understand this, kitten,” the husk voice whispered in the darkness. For a moment there was silence. Then the voice continued, louder, echoing in the dark: “YOU REALLY BROUGHT THIS ON TO YOURSELF”
With a shock, Pippa woke on the floor, breathing shallowly and her body in an instant spasm. It was cold. There was coldness everywhere. There was a freezing breeze over her skin, over her naked skin. “No,” she thought, with a first alarm. “No, no,” she whispered as she tried to get up from the floor, the concrete wet and moist under the palms of her hands and her thigh and stomach. “No no no,” she panicked. “No, please. No no no, why am I naked.”
Then, she realized she could see nothing and the panic became like a dark wave. The thought that she was blind. That the floor under her was so wet and so cold it felt like she was lying in ice and acid. There was heaviness on the lower part of her legs, near her feet. She tried to move her legs, only to hear a rattling sound and feel something heavy around her ankles, which prevented her from moving freely.
Pippa screamed, trying to cover her breasts. “No please,” she screamed. “Where am I!”
She suddenly realized she’d woken up by a voice. There was a dark, husk voice near her, somewhere near her in this room. “Who’s there,” she asked with a small, trembling voice. There was silence in the air. And a slow, soft breath, somewhere in the dark.
“This all would not have been necessary, Pippa. If only you’d just listened.”
“What… what do you mean? What do you..” she uttered, with trembling fear in her voice. “Who… Who are you.”
“What’s the last thing you remember?” the voice asked.
“I was… I was at the calamity party … with my friends, Cara and Lauren. They wanted to go with me to the secret rave party Max told me about … And then.. We split up… and I came looking for…” Pippa touched her head as if she had a headache, “Aw, my head hurts… there was a spin the bottle moment … that boy…that boy tried to … he tried to kiss me and I… “
“As the little slut you secretly are, I’m sure you wanted that kiss, Pippa,” the voice interrupted. “But let’s skip the details for now. You ran, Pippa. You ran, and you wandered, all hot and sweaty and bothered, through all the noise of the party and all the fucked up people here. And you kept wandering, because you came looking, right? You came looking for us, right?”
“You actually came looking…,” the soft voice said, “...for me.”
“It’s all fuzzy…. I came…I went to talk to…to..you? You’re Howie, right? I mean, you’re Howard Bowers, the drug dealer? Because of Abbi, right? Because Abbi Bell disappeared. And before she disappeared, she worked for you, right, dealing drugs for you?”
“Howie,” Pippa continued, with fear in her voice. “Is that you? Why…” There was a soft begging in her trembling expression. “Why am I here?”
There was silence in the room. Just breathing. A silent, cold breathing.
“You are here, Pippa,” the voice broke through the darkness, “because I have a gift for you.”
“A very special, little sparkling gift. For a very nosy, nosy kitten.”
Pippa now remembered that she’d wanted to ask Howie Bowers, the main drug dealer of high school, some questions about Abbi, the girl who went missing five years ago.
“But you really should remember…” the voice said slowly, and suddenly she heard a chair move on the ground, the metal screeching across the cold concrete she was lying on.
She trembled and tried to make herself as small as she could, suddenly remembering how incredibly naked she was and that she couldn’t move. She was chained to something. Panic filled her and she tried to get away from the footsteps that approached, keeping one arm before her naked breasts, her nipples reacting to the cold and scraping on her arm, filling her body with a strange feeling. She tried to keep the other hand between her legs, protecting her other vulnerable place.
“Oh Pippa, sweety. That’s too little, too late. Because you really should try to remember…”
Suddenly Howie’s face was so close to her own, she could see the coldness in his eyes, the slow, cruel, sadistic little smile on his lips. Feel the warmth of his breath on her lips.
“...when you start asking questions to local drug dealers about missing girls…”
He held a small black object in front of her face, with two silver points sticking out and a couple of inches between them.
“...those drugdealers…”
Suddenly the room was filled with a sinister crackling and a bluewhite light in the shape of small lightning appeared between the silver points, almost blistering the teenage girl's face. Pippa shrieked.
“... might have some QUESTIONS in return!”
Pippa tried to scream again, as the drug dealer pushed the two points on her face, her nose in the middle of the burning bright white light of the voltage igniting.
Her head slammed back against the wall behind her.
Pippa’s whole body convulsed involuntarily. Her muscles spasmed. Her back arched. Her naked legs spread uncontrollably while shaking. The fingers of the hand she tried to protect her pussy with clawed at her vagina.
In the white light of the taser sparkling, Howie moved back and watched, amazed as the muscles on the tight small stomach of Pippa visibly cramped. It was erotic as hell.
The teenage girl was already unconscious from the shock. But she continued to spasm. A low gasp came from her open mouth, an attempt to scream. But her vocal cords spasmed so much, that no sound was produced. Pippa’s eyes rolled back. Urine appeared on the concrete. The shock made the teenage girl release her bladder.
Howard wrinkled his nose, irritated. He stood up and looked at the now unconscious girl on the ground. Then he turned on the light in the cave behind where the calamity rave party took place and that he sometimes used as his office. He gestured to the four men who were standing against the wall. They had all witnessed the whole thing.
Howard pointed to the unconscious body on the ground. “Bring her to our special room. Prep her. Make sure you find the others. Her friends, how did she call them? Cara and Laura...no, wait, Lauren.”
Howard looked at the naked vulnerable body of Pippa. He shook her shoulder with his boot, shaking her tits. He liked the way the breasts of the teenager hardly moved, they were still firm and so virginal. Oh, the things he would do to those little pointed nipples, so beautiful pink and swollen in those aureoles…
For a moment Howard was distracted in his fantasies. Then he shook it off and continued his instructions. “Find these girls. Strip them. String them up. Rape them. Make sure Pippa knows. Make sure she knows that her friends are being raped, because of her. Do it in front of her.”
“Then, and only then, start raping Pippa. I want her to know the things you do to her friends, you are going to do to her. Have her holes filled until she loses consciousness. And have them still filled when she wakes up. Then keep on raping her. Use every hole. Even the holes Pippa probably doesn’t know she had. Teenagers often are too young, they don’t know their own bodies, they haven’t yet had real men teach them.”
The men looked at him.
“Her pisshole, you idiots. Look between her legs, open her up. You find the extra hole there. Use it. If it’s tiny, stretch it out. Really open her up.”
Howard looked at his watch. ”Now, I’ve got a date. My girl is waiting for me at the restaurant.”
He watched the naked, unconscious body of Pippa lying on the floor. “Alright, I’ll be back in about 6 hours. I want her continued raped until I arrive, got it? And when you’re done with the other girls, just put then out of their misery. Shoot them. Shoot them in their cunts. Strangle them. I don’t care, just make them suffer in front of Pippa. Make sure they know they suffer because of their friends.”
“And for Pippa? No pause. Anus. Cunt. Pisshole. Mouth. Again and again. Tear her apart. Six hours. Have your fun with her. Make her vomit semen. Because after that, when I’m back, it’s my turn. I have some questions for the little brat. And I want to have some really special and intimate time with Pippa to get the answers.”
The men grinned. The teenager on the floor began to groin and slowly woke up. “Wha.. what happened… why doe it hurt, it hurts, my face…wha…”
Pippa began to cry uncontrollably.
“Oh no, you don’t,” Howie said. He kneeled. “Don’t cry, sweetie. No tears. No tears. Not yet.”
He pushed the taser against Pippa’s pubic region. Pippa tried to scream again. But the shock of the taser pushed all the air out of her lungs and her head and body convulsed again. This time, Howard shocked her a couple of times, the stun gun continuously closer to that very special place between Pippa’s legs. Howard touched her legs and saw, satisfied that the teenager took good care of herself. She was shaved there, naked like a freshly born baby. He smiled.
Then he stood up and took a step back.
“No," Howard said. "The real crying begins later, sweet Pippa.”
He looked at his men, all of them grinning at the naked girl on the floor. “Have fun, gentleman,” he said and started to leave the room. “And as I said. Be thorough. Every hole. Don’t be gentle with the girl. Really make her scream.”
When he left, Howie turned to close the door and looked at the naked body of Pippa Fitz-Amobi, in chains on the floor, lying in her own piss, unconscious. He watched as the first man approached, unzipping his belt, and opening his zipper. The man was taking out a huge trunk, the top of which was already glistening with precum.
Visibly excited by what he had seen Howard doing to the teenage girl on the floor and by his instructions from his boss, what was already firm as it was half erect became quite impressive.
Howie smiled. ‘Yes’, he thought. ‘I think that one’s gonna hurt.’
He closed the door. He had a beautiful and twisted girlfriend waiting for him at the restaurant. He wondered how she would react when he told her he had a teenage girl in his dungeon. That he had Pippa, being worked on, while they had dinner.
As he walked down the hall of the hidden caves, towards the sound of the party ahead, he heard the first screams behind him. The screaming soon turned into loud crying as he walked further. The crying faded into the music of the party on the other side of the caves where the calamity rave party was held. Howie entered the crowd of dancing people and thought of Pippa getting her first cock inside her anus, being raped in the distance. He felt himself get hard in his pants. Six hours. The men could have their foreplay.
When he returned, then the real fun part would start. That little brat would pay for her curiosity. It certainly was going to destroy her tight little pussy. This kitten was going to suffer. He would make sure of that.
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A GOOD GIRLS GUIDE TO EXTREME SEXUAL SUFFERING (PART ONE)
"It’s never a good idea to threaten a drug dealer, Pippa"
Six hours and forty minutes later (after dinner Howie’d been so hard, he just had to fuck his girl, to release some of the tension that build up), Howard returned to the tunnel system he called his workplace and where he often organized the raves called calamity parties to sell and distribute his drugs to his network of dealers.
When he opened the door to his ‘special workroom’, Howie didn’t know what hit him first. The smells of urine. The heavy scent of ammonia of semen. The fear, sweat, and hormones in the air. Or the sounds that consisted of a combination of high piercing shrieking, desperate moaning, heavy male huffing, combined with desperate continuing female begging.
“No no please no it’s so sore its so sore, so sore nonoononon, not there nooooooo please no, not my asshole it hurts nomore no moohooreee!”
Followed by loud bawling and unintelligible pleading. That was Pippa, buckling forwards with the man behind her gripping her hips and forcing his cock inside whatever opening Howard couldn’t see.
In the corner of the room was the naked body of Cara, tied to the wall. She was the one shrieking. A high shrieking, piercing noise out of her throath. It was the sound of sheer panic as she was trying to crawl upwards on the wall, standing on the tips of toes of her naked feet.
Apparently, this was because she was being fucked by a man that was using what looked like a big black gun to rape her with.
The man had screwed a long, thick silencer on the barrel. It visibly stretched out Cara’s pussy, you could see movement bulging under her pubic bone and at the lower part of her naked tummy. It must hurt like hell, stretching her like a fisting, only with metal. Especially because she apparently already had been shot in both her legs. And was still forced to stand on them, to not being choked by the noose around her neck.
The man raping the girl with his gun looked up from what he was doing to his employer entering the room. “Hiya boss!” he smiled. “You’re just in time!” Without ceremony he pulled the trigger three times.
With the sound of three punches in a bag, he’d shot the beautiful Indian girl three times, deep inside her cunt. Pippa screamed her name.
“NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO! Cara…nononononononononono please Cara please stay stay here stay here stay please stay…noooonoononono”
The teenager cried and tried to reach her friend. But her hands were shackled to the concrete with chains that rattled, so only her fingers clawed ridiculously at her friend. And besides, Pippa was already quite occupied with a thick cock deeply violating her holes.
The man raping her grunged. “God, yes, struggle some more, you’re so tight. I can feel you pussy grabbing my cock, do it more…”
The girl Pippa had called Cara buckled. There was a look of disgrace, pure agony, and aggrieved amazement on her face. Her eyes rolled inside her skull. Blood and semen flowed out of her cunt. It gulped out of the hole between her legs as the man pulled out the silencer. Smeared with some internal organs, it came out of the pussy of the girl. The teenage friend of Pippa shook violently. Blood gulped out of her mout. Then, Cara was no more.
At the other side of the room, a redhead was already hanging. That must be Lauren, the other friend of Pippa. She was also naked, her legs spread wide and tied to the floor. Her hands were tied to a rope, that was strung around her neck. She’d been choking herself with her own hands trying to get free, while the men were working on her.
What was left of her vulva looked red and violated. There were obvious burnmarks on her thighs, tits and stomach. Between her legs on the floor was a puddle of urine and semen, still dripping out of her cunt and asshole. The tissue of her breasts - heavy for a girl her age - looked bruised and sore. The men used thin iron wire around her tits to tie her udders from her body, so the blood flow made her globes almost a dark purple. Thin bloody long marks illustrated that the men had used a wooden cane to hit her swollen tits. Fluid leaked from her aureoles. Her nipples were bleeding.
Lauren’s tongue was a purle kind of blue and hanged thick out of her mouth. Her eyes popped open out of her head, her pupils wide and still, not seeing anything anymore. She was hanging heavily on the noose that cut into the flesh of her neck, bulging around the rope stringing her up. It was obvious that Lauren had been gone for a while.
Then Howard’s gaze slid to Pippa. She was naked, still with a cock inside her asshole. Her legs were spread wide and shakled to the floor. Then his men had pulled the teenage girl over a metal bar and chained her arms in front of her to the floor, bending her over the bar, with her legs spread wide, offering full access to her holes.
They tied Pippa’s hair on a rope and pulled it up, so her head was up and her mouth readily accessible too. Howard was sure they had threatened her with cutting out her tongue if she’d bite. Her chin was smeared with a grey-white kind of thick fluids of semen and saliva, so he was sure they had used her mouth plenty.
He nodded. “Allright, gentleman. You had your fun. Now, clear the room. Take those..” - he gestured at the now dead girls - “...and take care of them. The usual place. Out of the sewer in the back. Where we provided Andie her exit.”
“Wha.. what…” Pippa looked up from her strung-up neck. “An..Andie? Where is…”
“Oh, didn’t they tell you?” Howard grinned. “Yeah, Andie’s not here anymore. She kept pushing. She needed more money. Kept nagging. Suggested that if she didn’t got more for what she was selling, she might have ‘other’ people interested in our business.”
He kneeled in front of Pippa, so he could look her in the eyes. Pippa’s glaze was occupied to the movements behind Howerd. Her scared eyes tried to follow the activities behind his back, as the men were cutting off her friends from the ties on the wall, dragging them from the floor and shuffling their limp bodies over the shoulders. They were grunting and heaving. Lifting dead bodies was heavy work.
“Don’t worry about them, Pippa. Don’t look at them, look at me,” Howard said.
Howie sounded friendly. But when he didn’t get the attention he wanted, he grabbed both her nipples of her tits hanging down. And pinched them between his fingers, twisted them and then pulled them down, stretching them out. Not just a bit. Not like teasing. But like he was actively trying to tear them of her body.
Pippa cried from the pain like an animal and snapped back her attention to the man in front of her. To stop the pain she tried to bite him, but she couldn't move. And Howie just kept pulling on her tits, laughing.
“That’s right, look at me,” Howard smiled, finally letting go and taking her chin between his fingers.
“Now, you wanted to know what happened to Andie Bell?”
“Let me tell you, it’s never a good idea to threaten a drug dealer, Pippa. Andie learned that the hard way. She might never really give actual words to her suggestions. To be fair, she denied everything. Even when we pushed the cattle prod deep inside her asshole, violating her anus with it. She kept yelling that she didn’t, that she didn’t. Even when we burned her clit with a lighter, she kept repeating.”
Pippa started to cry again. “Yes, Abbi kept screaming that she didn’t. I don’t know what she meant by that, really. To be honest, when I removed her teeth, I think she actually forgot what she didn’t do in the end.”
“They,” he waved at the men that where now leaving the room with the bodies of her dead friends, “raped her for 36 hours. Can you imagine that, Pippa? Being raped for more than a day? All your holes used, again and again?”
“I got some more men over, had some people from the village even visit. If they paid of course. It could be suggested Andie was raped to death. Yet, to be completely true, that’s not really what happened.”
“You see, Pippa,” and he grabbed the teenage girls chin again, tighter now, with his fingers so he could look her in the eye.
“I have actually a very special guest for you. Somebody who is kind of dying to meet you.”
Howard stood up and tapped Pippa on her tied head. He whistled. “Darling, sweetheart? Will you come meet Pippa? She’s waiting for you!”
The door opened and a figure appeared. Pippa tried to turn to see more. “Please,” she began to beg, “please help…help help me, they’re hurting me, please….” Then she became silent.
“No,” she said. “No, nonononon, it can’t be.”
Because in walked the blond, tall, slim figure Pippa immediately recognized. She recognized her as Becca Bell. Sister of Andie Bell. Sister of the five year missing girl. Sister in a grieving family. Becca Bell, beautiful blond goddess of a young woman. The last person to be reported to see her sister alive.
Becca. Girlfriend of Howard Bowers, the drug dealer.
Becca. Psychotic. Sadistic. Masochistic. Lesbian. Psychoslut Becca Bell.
The girl entering the room laughed and wrinkled her nose. “Wow,” she said. “Smells like the boys went to work here, darling.”
She stepped next to Howard, her boyfriend and gave him a thick long french kiss, with her tongue out like a snake wrestling with another mouth. When she was done, she looked at the room, her eyes finally resting on the naked body of Pippa.
“Hmmmm. Hi there sweetheart.” Her eyes visibly took Pippa in, naked, bent over, ass in the air, hands and legs down, head up, tied widespread and shackled to the floor.
“Hmm, hi there little kitten,” Becca said again.
“Are you having fun without me?”
"It’s never a good idea to threaten a drug dealer, Pippa"
Six hours and forty minutes later (after dinner Howie’d been so hard, he just had to fuck his girl, to release some of the tension that build up), Howard returned to the tunnel system he called his workplace and where he often organized the raves called calamity parties to sell and distribute his drugs to his network of dealers.
When he opened the door to his ‘special workroom’, Howie didn’t know what hit him first. The smells of urine. The heavy scent of ammonia of semen. The fear, sweat, and hormones in the air. Or the sounds that consisted of a combination of high piercing shrieking, desperate moaning, heavy male huffing, combined with desperate continuing female begging.
“No no please no it’s so sore its so sore, so sore nonoononon, not there nooooooo please no, not my asshole it hurts nomore no moohooreee!”
Followed by loud bawling and unintelligible pleading. That was Pippa, buckling forwards with the man behind her gripping her hips and forcing his cock inside whatever opening Howard couldn’t see.
In the corner of the room was the naked body of Cara, tied to the wall. She was the one shrieking. A high shrieking, piercing noise out of her throath. It was the sound of sheer panic as she was trying to crawl upwards on the wall, standing on the tips of toes of her naked feet.
Apparently, this was because she was being fucked by a man that was using what looked like a big black gun to rape her with.
The man had screwed a long, thick silencer on the barrel. It visibly stretched out Cara’s pussy, you could see movement bulging under her pubic bone and at the lower part of her naked tummy. It must hurt like hell, stretching her like a fisting, only with metal. Especially because she apparently already had been shot in both her legs. And was still forced to stand on them, to not being choked by the noose around her neck.
The man raping the girl with his gun looked up from what he was doing to his employer entering the room. “Hiya boss!” he smiled. “You’re just in time!” Without ceremony he pulled the trigger three times.
With the sound of three punches in a bag, he’d shot the beautiful Indian girl three times, deep inside her cunt. Pippa screamed her name.
“NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO! Cara…nononononononononono please Cara please stay stay here stay here stay please stay…noooonoononono”
The teenager cried and tried to reach her friend. But her hands were shackled to the concrete with chains that rattled, so only her fingers clawed ridiculously at her friend. And besides, Pippa was already quite occupied with a thick cock deeply violating her holes.
The man raping her grunged. “God, yes, struggle some more, you’re so tight. I can feel you pussy grabbing my cock, do it more…”
The girl Pippa had called Cara buckled. There was a look of disgrace, pure agony, and aggrieved amazement on her face. Her eyes rolled inside her skull. Blood and semen flowed out of her cunt. It gulped out of the hole between her legs as the man pulled out the silencer. Smeared with some internal organs, it came out of the pussy of the girl. The teenage friend of Pippa shook violently. Blood gulped out of her mout. Then, Cara was no more.
At the other side of the room, a redhead was already hanging. That must be Lauren, the other friend of Pippa. She was also naked, her legs spread wide and tied to the floor. Her hands were tied to a rope, that was strung around her neck. She’d been choking herself with her own hands trying to get free, while the men were working on her.
What was left of her vulva looked red and violated. There were obvious burnmarks on her thighs, tits and stomach. Between her legs on the floor was a puddle of urine and semen, still dripping out of her cunt and asshole. The tissue of her breasts - heavy for a girl her age - looked bruised and sore. The men used thin iron wire around her tits to tie her udders from her body, so the blood flow made her globes almost a dark purple. Thin bloody long marks illustrated that the men had used a wooden cane to hit her swollen tits. Fluid leaked from her aureoles. Her nipples were bleeding.
Lauren’s tongue was a purle kind of blue and hanged thick out of her mouth. Her eyes popped open out of her head, her pupils wide and still, not seeing anything anymore. She was hanging heavily on the noose that cut into the flesh of her neck, bulging around the rope stringing her up. It was obvious that Lauren had been gone for a while.
Then Howard’s gaze slid to Pippa. She was naked, still with a cock inside her asshole. Her legs were spread wide and shakled to the floor. Then his men had pulled the teenage girl over a metal bar and chained her arms in front of her to the floor, bending her over the bar, with her legs spread wide, offering full access to her holes.
They tied Pippa’s hair on a rope and pulled it up, so her head was up and her mouth readily accessible too. Howard was sure they had threatened her with cutting out her tongue if she’d bite. Her chin was smeared with a grey-white kind of thick fluids of semen and saliva, so he was sure they had used her mouth plenty.
He nodded. “Allright, gentleman. You had your fun. Now, clear the room. Take those..” - he gestured at the now dead girls - “...and take care of them. The usual place. Out of the sewer in the back. Where we provided Andie her exit.”
“Wha.. what…” Pippa looked up from her strung-up neck. “An..Andie? Where is…”
“Oh, didn’t they tell you?” Howard grinned. “Yeah, Andie’s not here anymore. She kept pushing. She needed more money. Kept nagging. Suggested that if she didn’t got more for what she was selling, she might have ‘other’ people interested in our business.”
He kneeled in front of Pippa, so he could look her in the eyes. Pippa’s glaze was occupied to the movements behind Howerd. Her scared eyes tried to follow the activities behind his back, as the men were cutting off her friends from the ties on the wall, dragging them from the floor and shuffling their limp bodies over the shoulders. They were grunting and heaving. Lifting dead bodies was heavy work.
“Don’t worry about them, Pippa. Don’t look at them, look at me,” Howard said.
Howie sounded friendly. But when he didn’t get the attention he wanted, he grabbed both her nipples of her tits hanging down. And pinched them between his fingers, twisted them and then pulled them down, stretching them out. Not just a bit. Not like teasing. But like he was actively trying to tear them of her body.
Pippa cried from the pain like an animal and snapped back her attention to the man in front of her. To stop the pain she tried to bite him, but she couldn't move. And Howie just kept pulling on her tits, laughing.
“That’s right, look at me,” Howard smiled, finally letting go and taking her chin between his fingers.
“Now, you wanted to know what happened to Andie Bell?”
“Let me tell you, it’s never a good idea to threaten a drug dealer, Pippa. Andie learned that the hard way. She might never really give actual words to her suggestions. To be fair, she denied everything. Even when we pushed the cattle prod deep inside her asshole, violating her anus with it. She kept yelling that she didn’t, that she didn’t. Even when we burned her clit with a lighter, she kept repeating.”
Pippa started to cry again. “Yes, Abbi kept screaming that she didn’t. I don’t know what she meant by that, really. To be honest, when I removed her teeth, I think she actually forgot what she didn’t do in the end.”
“They,” he waved at the men that where now leaving the room with the bodies of her dead friends, “raped her for 36 hours. Can you imagine that, Pippa? Being raped for more than a day? All your holes used, again and again?”
“I got some more men over, had some people from the village even visit. If they paid of course. It could be suggested Andie was raped to death. Yet, to be completely true, that’s not really what happened.”
“You see, Pippa,” and he grabbed the teenage girls chin again, tighter now, with his fingers so he could look her in the eye.
“I have actually a very special guest for you. Somebody who is kind of dying to meet you.”
Howard stood up and tapped Pippa on her tied head. He whistled. “Darling, sweetheart? Will you come meet Pippa? She’s waiting for you!”
The door opened and a figure appeared. Pippa tried to turn to see more. “Please,” she began to beg, “please help…help help me, they’re hurting me, please….” Then she became silent.
“No,” she said. “No, nonononon, it can’t be.”
Because in walked the blond, tall, slim figure Pippa immediately recognized. She recognized her as Becca Bell. Sister of Andie Bell. Sister of the five year missing girl. Sister in a grieving family. Becca Bell, beautiful blond goddess of a young woman. The last person to be reported to see her sister alive.
Becca. Girlfriend of Howard Bowers, the drug dealer.
Becca. Psychotic. Sadistic. Masochistic. Lesbian. Psychoslut Becca Bell.
The girl entering the room laughed and wrinkled her nose. “Wow,” she said. “Smells like the boys went to work here, darling.”
She stepped next to Howard, her boyfriend and gave him a thick long french kiss, with her tongue out like a snake wrestling with another mouth. When she was done, she looked at the room, her eyes finally resting on the naked body of Pippa.
“Hmmmm. Hi there sweetheart.” Her eyes visibly took Pippa in, naked, bent over, ass in the air, hands and legs down, head up, tied widespread and shackled to the floor.
“Hmm, hi there little kitten,” Becca said again.
“Are you having fun without me?”
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A GOOD GIRLS GUIDE TO EXTREME SEXUAL SUFFERING (PART TWO)
A deep scrubbing of holes keep a good girl clean
Pippa was screaming. She was shrieking. Screeching. Howling. It was a high, piercing sound. She was desperately pulling on the chains keeping her legs open, moving her hips up and away, desperately trying to get away from the pain, pulling her pussy away from what was ripping her apart between her legs.
That was because the girl behind her was pushing a white toilet brush whole inside her cunt.
Becca, the girlfriend of Howie, was naked. She had folded her clothes neatly on the table next to them and was violently scrubbing the inside of the cunt of Pippa with the hard white hairs of the brush.
To end the annoying screaming, Howie slapped Pippa on her cheeks and then pushed his sizeable cock inside her open mouth. He took his hands around her head that was pulled up on her hair, tied to chains to the ceiling. And he pushed her throat deep around his cock.
With the handle now sticking out of Pippa’s pussy, Becca caressed the swollen red clit of the teenager softly and teasingly with the palm of her hand. Then she crawled on hands and knees over the floor to Pippa’s hanging breasts.
She took one nipple between her fingers and squeezed it while rolling them between her index finger and thumb. Pippa cried, moaned like a piggy, muffled with the cock of Howard inside her mouth.
“You see, kitten,” Becca whispered inside Pippa’s ear. “This is why Andie really needed to suffer. Let me tell you a story.”
“My sweet sister was a greedy little bitch. Truly. But the reason she needed money? It was because she became pregnant. That idiot bitch of a sister got pregnant. And you know what, it wasn’t even from my Howie. Yes, I know, Howard fucked her. Just like he fucked me and he fucked a whole bunch of girls in the village. It was never a problem.”
Becca squeezed Pippa’s nipple between her fingers again and the teenager cried and moaned around the cock of Becca’s boyfriend.
“Now, my cow of a sister was pregnant. And because of this, she wanted to get an abortion and get away. She needed to flee away from this God-forgotten town. Can’t really blame her.” Becca carelessly played and stretched the nipple of Pippa painfully.
“But, here’s the thing. You know who that cow got pregnant from?” Becca took a clamp, pulled on Pippa’s nipple again, and then snapped the alligator teeth of the clamp loose around the tender flesh of the nipple. Pippa pissed herself.
“Andie got pregnant from our father,” Becca said and stood up. She walked back to the handle sticking out of Pippa’s pussy, looking at the poodle of urine and semen leaking out of the teenager. With naked feed, Becca took a step and stood in the puddle. Then she started to pump the brush inside Pippa’s cunt.
She grinned as she saw the back of Pippa’s young body cramping from the unbearable pain of the brush moving inside her, like needles shredding the insides of her pussy. Becca appreciated the erotic form of the body of Pippa suffering in agonizing pain and she smiled at her lover pumping his cock inside the teenager’s mouth.
“She likes that, doesn’t she, Howie?”
Her drug-dealing boyfriend looked up from sweaty concentration violating Pippa’s mouth and smiled. “She loves it, honey. Do it again. I can feel her tongue vibrating around my cock as she screams. I love it. You’re the best, sweetheart.” He kept pumping Pippa’s mouth.
Instead, Becca walked to the tool table and looked at all the tools hanging on the wall and lying on the table. Once she made her choice, she walked back and kneeled at the side of Pippa’s breasts again. She took the other nipple next to the one she just clamped and took it between her fingers. She stretched out the tit.
Pippa screamed and Howard grunted as he fucked the screaming mouth of the girl. Then, the sound of the girl’s mouth changed as Becca pushed the sharp point of the awl deep inside the fat tissue of Pippa’s other tit. Screaming turned into howling as the awl slowly was pushed in, through, and on the other side, out. There was a muffled bawling around the cock of Howard when Becca was finally done piercing Pippa’s tit.
“Hmmmm, you scream so nice, Pippa,” Becca said. “But to continue our little incestuous story. So, my sister got pregnant by our father. Can you believe it? My little sister finally got screwed by our daddy. And whambam, she got pregnant. And all those years, our father was screwing me and I never got pregnant. I opened my legs for daddy willingly. And he never laid his egg with me. Even though I wanted it.”
“I do believe though,” Becca said, as she walked back to the toiletbrush inside Pippa’s cunt. “that I never got pregnant from daddy, because mommy scrubbed me out to clean me, every night after father had me.”
“You see, I know how this feels. Mommy scrubbed me out, every night after daddy fucked me. First, I thought she did it out of spite. Because she hated me, because daddy liked my holes more than hers. But she told me she did it to keep me clean for him. To make sure I would be kept clean for the following fuck.”
“Now, Pippa,” Becca said as she touched the handle of the toiletbrush and the teenager began to buckle again to avoid the pain she would never be able to avoid again. “I’m sure you understand. Just like mommy brushed me inside to clean me, I need to clean you,” Pippa began to sob, “so you don’t put any filthy deseases,” Pippa began to scream, “on the cock of my sweet sweet Howie!”
Becca ripped the toiletbrush out of Pippa’s cunt. “And I’m sure,” she said, as she looked at the pink and red color of the brush, bloody from the scrubbing of the delicate tissue of the inner sheath of Pippa’s pussy, “my boyfriends’ collegues did not only use your pussy, right, kitten?”
Her hand carressed the asscheeks of Pippa. She pulled one cheek of the teenager’s ass open and revealed the swollen pink and sperm-leaking sphincter of the anus of the teenage girl. Pippa was now shrieking like a panicking pig and desperately trying to move her asshole away from what Becca was about to do.
“Sorry kitten. You need to be clean. Momm always said so.”
Then Becca pushed the toiletbrush on the tender opening of Pippa. And slowly, but firmly, started to push the hair like needles of the brush deeper and deeper inside Pippa’s asshole.
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When Becca was satisfied cleaning Pippa’s holes, she helped Howard to unshackle the near-unconscious body of Pippa and lift her from the bar. She guided her boyfriend to the back of the teenager’s body and took his big cock of her boyfriend, still wet from the saliva of Pippa’s mouth. Then she led it in the asshole of the teenager, stretching the girl’s asscheeks open. Then Becca walked back, sat down, and forced Pippa’s mouth on her own cunt by the chain around Pippa’s neck.
Ass up, her anus violating with the cock of Howard inside her, Pippa screamed inside Becca’s mouth, her tongue vibrating on Becca’s clit.
Becca then helped turning Pippa around and on her back. She helped keep Pippa’s legs open, by sitting on the girl’s face and keeping the ankles of Pippa under her arms, so the teenager's hips were up in the air. Pippa’s pussy was swollen, leaking, and completely open for Howard’s cock. It was only when Pippa’s body went limp, Becca realized she was probably choking the teenager with her cunt.
With a good fisting, Becca forced Pippa back into consciousness as the teen woke up screaming from the fist in her cunt, soon choking on the cock of Howard in her mouth.
Pippa vomited semen. She bawled. She cried. She begged to stop it stop it stop it please hurts it hurts pleeeaaazzzeeee no no no more no more.
Becca brought a cattle prod. She pushed it against Pippa’s cunt. Pippa screamed. Becca pushed the labia of the girl open and pushed the prod inside. Pippa howled. Her howling turned into a high-pitched noise. It was a hoarse kind of screeching. The teenager’s body buckled under the current.
Pippa’s limps shook involuntarily. Foam came from her mouth. Her eyes bulged and rolled inside her head. She fucked herself involuntarily on the prod deeply lodged inside her as Becca pushed it in. Becca laughed. Then she let the button go.
The room finally became silent.
A deep scrubbing of holes keep a good girl clean
Pippa was screaming. She was shrieking. Screeching. Howling. It was a high, piercing sound. She was desperately pulling on the chains keeping her legs open, moving her hips up and away, desperately trying to get away from the pain, pulling her pussy away from what was ripping her apart between her legs.
That was because the girl behind her was pushing a white toilet brush whole inside her cunt.
Becca, the girlfriend of Howie, was naked. She had folded her clothes neatly on the table next to them and was violently scrubbing the inside of the cunt of Pippa with the hard white hairs of the brush.
To end the annoying screaming, Howie slapped Pippa on her cheeks and then pushed his sizeable cock inside her open mouth. He took his hands around her head that was pulled up on her hair, tied to chains to the ceiling. And he pushed her throat deep around his cock.
With the handle now sticking out of Pippa’s pussy, Becca caressed the swollen red clit of the teenager softly and teasingly with the palm of her hand. Then she crawled on hands and knees over the floor to Pippa’s hanging breasts.
She took one nipple between her fingers and squeezed it while rolling them between her index finger and thumb. Pippa cried, moaned like a piggy, muffled with the cock of Howard inside her mouth.
“You see, kitten,” Becca whispered inside Pippa’s ear. “This is why Andie really needed to suffer. Let me tell you a story.”
“My sweet sister was a greedy little bitch. Truly. But the reason she needed money? It was because she became pregnant. That idiot bitch of a sister got pregnant. And you know what, it wasn’t even from my Howie. Yes, I know, Howard fucked her. Just like he fucked me and he fucked a whole bunch of girls in the village. It was never a problem.”
Becca squeezed Pippa’s nipple between her fingers again and the teenager cried and moaned around the cock of Becca’s boyfriend.
“Now, my cow of a sister was pregnant. And because of this, she wanted to get an abortion and get away. She needed to flee away from this God-forgotten town. Can’t really blame her.” Becca carelessly played and stretched the nipple of Pippa painfully.
“But, here’s the thing. You know who that cow got pregnant from?” Becca took a clamp, pulled on Pippa’s nipple again, and then snapped the alligator teeth of the clamp loose around the tender flesh of the nipple. Pippa pissed herself.
“Andie got pregnant from our father,” Becca said and stood up. She walked back to the handle sticking out of Pippa’s pussy, looking at the poodle of urine and semen leaking out of the teenager. With naked feed, Becca took a step and stood in the puddle. Then she started to pump the brush inside Pippa’s cunt.
She grinned as she saw the back of Pippa’s young body cramping from the unbearable pain of the brush moving inside her, like needles shredding the insides of her pussy. Becca appreciated the erotic form of the body of Pippa suffering in agonizing pain and she smiled at her lover pumping his cock inside the teenager’s mouth.
“She likes that, doesn’t she, Howie?”
Her drug-dealing boyfriend looked up from sweaty concentration violating Pippa’s mouth and smiled. “She loves it, honey. Do it again. I can feel her tongue vibrating around my cock as she screams. I love it. You’re the best, sweetheart.” He kept pumping Pippa’s mouth.
Instead, Becca walked to the tool table and looked at all the tools hanging on the wall and lying on the table. Once she made her choice, she walked back and kneeled at the side of Pippa’s breasts again. She took the other nipple next to the one she just clamped and took it between her fingers. She stretched out the tit.
Pippa screamed and Howard grunted as he fucked the screaming mouth of the girl. Then, the sound of the girl’s mouth changed as Becca pushed the sharp point of the awl deep inside the fat tissue of Pippa’s other tit. Screaming turned into howling as the awl slowly was pushed in, through, and on the other side, out. There was a muffled bawling around the cock of Howard when Becca was finally done piercing Pippa’s tit.
“Hmmmm, you scream so nice, Pippa,” Becca said. “But to continue our little incestuous story. So, my sister got pregnant by our father. Can you believe it? My little sister finally got screwed by our daddy. And whambam, she got pregnant. And all those years, our father was screwing me and I never got pregnant. I opened my legs for daddy willingly. And he never laid his egg with me. Even though I wanted it.”
“I do believe though,” Becca said, as she walked back to the toiletbrush inside Pippa’s cunt. “that I never got pregnant from daddy, because mommy scrubbed me out to clean me, every night after father had me.”
“You see, I know how this feels. Mommy scrubbed me out, every night after daddy fucked me. First, I thought she did it out of spite. Because she hated me, because daddy liked my holes more than hers. But she told me she did it to keep me clean for him. To make sure I would be kept clean for the following fuck.”
“Now, Pippa,” Becca said as she touched the handle of the toiletbrush and the teenager began to buckle again to avoid the pain she would never be able to avoid again. “I’m sure you understand. Just like mommy brushed me inside to clean me, I need to clean you,” Pippa began to sob, “so you don’t put any filthy deseases,” Pippa began to scream, “on the cock of my sweet sweet Howie!”
Becca ripped the toiletbrush out of Pippa’s cunt. “And I’m sure,” she said, as she looked at the pink and red color of the brush, bloody from the scrubbing of the delicate tissue of the inner sheath of Pippa’s pussy, “my boyfriends’ collegues did not only use your pussy, right, kitten?”
Her hand carressed the asscheeks of Pippa. She pulled one cheek of the teenager’s ass open and revealed the swollen pink and sperm-leaking sphincter of the anus of the teenage girl. Pippa was now shrieking like a panicking pig and desperately trying to move her asshole away from what Becca was about to do.
“Sorry kitten. You need to be clean. Momm always said so.”
Then Becca pushed the toiletbrush on the tender opening of Pippa. And slowly, but firmly, started to push the hair like needles of the brush deeper and deeper inside Pippa’s asshole.
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When Becca was satisfied cleaning Pippa’s holes, she helped Howard to unshackle the near-unconscious body of Pippa and lift her from the bar. She guided her boyfriend to the back of the teenager’s body and took his big cock of her boyfriend, still wet from the saliva of Pippa’s mouth. Then she led it in the asshole of the teenager, stretching the girl’s asscheeks open. Then Becca walked back, sat down, and forced Pippa’s mouth on her own cunt by the chain around Pippa’s neck.
Ass up, her anus violating with the cock of Howard inside her, Pippa screamed inside Becca’s mouth, her tongue vibrating on Becca’s clit.
Becca then helped turning Pippa around and on her back. She helped keep Pippa’s legs open, by sitting on the girl’s face and keeping the ankles of Pippa under her arms, so the teenager's hips were up in the air. Pippa’s pussy was swollen, leaking, and completely open for Howard’s cock. It was only when Pippa’s body went limp, Becca realized she was probably choking the teenager with her cunt.
With a good fisting, Becca forced Pippa back into consciousness as the teen woke up screaming from the fist in her cunt, soon choking on the cock of Howard in her mouth.
Pippa vomited semen. She bawled. She cried. She begged to stop it stop it stop it please hurts it hurts pleeeaaazzzeeee no no no more no more.
Becca brought a cattle prod. She pushed it against Pippa’s cunt. Pippa screamed. Becca pushed the labia of the girl open and pushed the prod inside. Pippa howled. Her howling turned into a high-pitched noise. It was a hoarse kind of screeching. The teenager’s body buckled under the current.
Pippa’s limps shook involuntarily. Foam came from her mouth. Her eyes bulged and rolled inside her head. She fucked herself involuntarily on the prod deeply lodged inside her as Becca pushed it in. Becca laughed. Then she let the button go.
The room finally became silent.
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A GOOD GIRLS GUIDE TO EXTREME SEXUAL SUFFERING (PART THREE)
Why is it burning?
When Pippa woke up with a shock, she found herself tied to a seatless metal chair. Her arms were bound to the arms of the chair, her ankles tied to the metal legs of the chair. Her naked bottom rested only on the uncomfortable metal ring of the chair. Her asscheeks were naked in the air, as were the rest of her genitals. She felt sperm and other fluids cold and slimy leaking from her pussy and anus. The teenager felt sore and flushed and bruised. Her breasts still hurt like hell, from the clamps and the hitting. When she looked down she realized the awl was still sticking through one of her perky tits, the pointed end scraping against her other breast with the clamp dangling from the nipple.
“Ah, you’re awake,” Pippa heard Becca say from behind her.
“I do apologize.” The psychotic lesbian walked inside Pippa’s field of vision and smiled. In her left hand, she was holding three wires. In her other hand, she held a small but definitive pointed and glittering silver corkscrew. “I was so enthusiastic, I almost forgot Howie still had some questions for you.”
“So kitten, after all the fun we had,” Becca said, “It’s now questioning time.”
And without ceremony and with a snapping sound, Becca attached a red wire with crocodile teeth on the pointed end of the awl piercing Pippa’s tit. The teenage girl was too disoriented to completely understand what the importance of that connection was. She was too dazed to fully grasp what Becca was going to do to her, when Becca ripped the clamp from her other nipple, making Pippa scream and howl again when the psychotic girlfriend replaced it with the teeth of the wired clamp.
Slowly, the teenager was realizing what was done, when she saw Becca kneel before her and reach between Pippa’s spread legs.
“What, no what? No don’t touch me no moohooreee nononon it hurts please noohooohooo,” the girl bawled.
Pippa began to cry as the young blonde stroke her bruised and sore pussylips and fell how the fingers of the other woman slid inside her torn vagina and parted her labia. “Please stop, please stop, please pleeaaaaZZZEEEE stop stop stop STOP!”
Becca’s finger spread Pippa’s cunt further open as if she were looking for something. “Ah, yes, there it is,” she said as her finger finally found what she searched. She looked up at Pippa and smiled.
“Now, deep breaths, kitten. I promise you. This is gonna hurt you a lot more than me.”
“In fact,” Becca brought the corkscrew up, touched Pippa’s cunt again. Then, the teenager felt how the sharp tip of the corkscrew was slowly pushed inside the small opening of her urethra. “This doesn’t hurt me at all.”
Becca made a screwing movement and Pippa dementedly tried to lift herself off the chair, that was - for now obvious reasons - bolted to the floor. The veins in her neck swelled, her eyes popped little round golf balls. The muscles of her complete body spasmed under her sweaty white skin. And slowly the psychotic blonde was screwing the corkscrew inside Pippa’s pisstube, opening her urethra further up than she ever felt in her life, up, up the corkscrew went inside her peehole.
Pippa was trembling in the chair. Sweat poured down her temples. Her head shook wildly in a no no no movement. The little teenage girl was doing everything to try to get off the chair. Her neck spasmed, her mouth open wider than ever before. Her body went rigid. The fingers spasmed like broken tiny twigs, the muscles under the skin of her tight stomach were trembling and curling like snakes, and her toes crawled and scratched desperately on the floor.
For a short moment that was all. Just Pippa in rigid agony. Not even able to scream. Just in complete, shredding torment as the corkscrew was screwed further up her urethra, violating her pisshole.
Then, the sound started. It didn’t sound human. Pippa went limp. Urine leaked over Becca’s hand and made a puddle. The teenager lost consciousness - again. Satisfied with the handle of the corkscrew protruding an inch out of Pippa’s vagina, Becca clamped it with another wired crocodile clamp.
She shook the urine of her hand and then concentrated lifted the tiny hood on the outside of Pippa’s cunt and revealed the swollen red clitoris of the clitoris. She put the third clamp on the little pleasure knob and then violently shook the wire, stretching out the clit. Bringing back Pippa back to consciousness, screaming.
“There you are,” Becca said. “Now, I believe my Howie had some questions for you?”
Howard, still naked, his cock still rock hard, fiercely up and glistening with the juices of raping Pippa, took a step forward and stood in front of Pippa. He had his arms crossed and let his cock dangle in her face. He smiled. “That’s right, baby. Let’s begin.”
In the end, Becca was not interested in the questions Howard had. She was mainly fascinated by the small, plain box with a couple of black plastic knobs and a red button set into the top, with thin wires connected to them, that hung down. Those wires were curving from two little jack plugs from the little box in her hand. All the way down to the alligator clamps, one on the skewer sticking out of Pippa’s tit, one on the teenagers’s clit. And one on the corkscrew inside her urethra.
A thicker, black cable curled away from the back of the black box in Becca’s hand, down to the transformer on the floor. Whenever the psychotic lesbian pushed the button, there was a strange, almost calming silence in the chamber, just broken by the soft humming of the transformer. It looked like nothing happened. Just a low buzzing.
Then, Pippa seemed to arch backward from the chair. The tendons of her neck and arms would be standing out, like cords under her skin, as her mouth opened wide, wider than just a scream, as wide like her jaws would dislocate, a look of pure agony on her face. And there was a wild, tormented, high-piercing wail out of her mouth, that went on and on and on as Becca pushed the knob.
It took a while and a couple of shocks for Becca to figure out. But finally, she knew how she could control the current and what knob would lead to which wire.
Sometimes, Howard was in the middle of his question and Becca pushed the button, making Pippa buckling up and down on her seatless chair with her cunt, as the current blazed through her bladder.
Sometimes Pippa shook with her breasts like in a stripshow as the current made her shudder with the electricity frying the skewer sticking out of her tit.
Pippa screamed. Pippa shrieked. Pippa begged. Pippa cried. Pippa howled. In the end, she couldn’t form words anymore. There was just a slow piercing howling coming out of her open mouth.
“Nonononono plea pleahea I d-d-d-don't no I cant stop P-p-p-leas-s-s-e stoohooopp. Oh noooooo Goohooodddddd, I dooooooooogggggg gnooowww...'
“What’s that, kitten?” Becca said. “Speak up, bitch, we don’t understand what you’re mumbling.”
And she pushed the button to let the electricity scorch through the tight little body in front of her again.
Howard hit Pippa in the face and pushed his cock inside her mouth to get rid of the precum that was leaking. It was amazing to watch the naked teenage body in front of him suffer so much. To see it twist and spasm as the electricity made her suffer in her clit. Her fingers spasmed, her toes curling as if in an obscene orgasm, as her urethra was under electricity. To watch her ankles and thighs tighten as her tits were fried.
“Try again, Pippa.” Becca’s thumb pressed down again and the girl was jerked into another screaming frenzy as the current surged through her tit. This lasted for about 20 minutes. Then Pippa fainted again.
“God, hun,” Howard said as he turned around and looked at Becca, his cock hard as a rock. “I got what I wanted. Now, how about some of that mouth of yours!”
Becca grinned. “I got a better idea, sweety! How about you use that glistering precum on your cock as lube and start poking your way inside that other hole of Pippa? I have a little surprise for you that I’m sure you’ll appreciate!”
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Pippa’s mind was broken. Even the removal of the corkscrew from her urethra brought only some half-conscious bawling from her mouth. But she did feel how the object that Becca was now slowly pushing inside her was stretching her out.
The object was a short copper pipe. It was about as long as a human arm and as wide as a man’s wrist. Becca had found it in the corner of the room and had immediately been interested. After she fully lodged the copper object inside Pippa’s cunt, she walked back to her boyfriend.
'Now, let me help you, Howie,” she said as her voice was thick with arousal. Becca slid her hand on Pippa’s asshole and cupped semen for the anus of the teenager. She spit on it and took her boyfriend’s cock. It jerked and stiffened even more as he felt the hands of the blonde psycho sliding up and down the length of his shaft, teasing him towards the brink.
After a few minutes, the stroking hands urged him forward. Becca’s hand cupped the weight of his balls as her fingers guided the lubed head of his cock against the dark bruised sphincter of Pippa’s anus.
The teenager began to struggle again, helplessly against the thick rod against her sphincter. She started begging, knowing it was useless, unable to stop, unable to give up trying to protect her body from further hurt.
“Nonononon its so sore no please nooooo it hurts it hurs.” Becca gave her boyfriend a pat on his asscheeks. “That’s the whole idea, kitten.” She smiled as she felt her boyfriend’s buttocks clench as he thrust forward, slowly but firmly penetrating the asshole of teenage Pippa.
“God, you’re tight,” Howard sighed, his chin on the naked shoulder of the teenager. His thick shaft was stretching her anus to its limit and Pippa was crying, trying to expel the thick cock inside her, not knowing she was now actually milking him even more with her anal muscles.
“Yes. Yes YES,” the man inside her said. “God yes do it more, God yes…”
“Now,” Becca said, who in the meantime walked in front of Pippa and got a comfortable seat, cross-legged between Pippa’s spread legs. She watched the desperation in Pippa’s face and grinned like a full psychopath. “Let’s get your full attention, shall we?” She put a candle under the chair where the teenager sat, right in the middle, under the pipe.
Becca lit the small lighter in her hand. Then, she bent down and lit the candle, right under the hollow copper pipe-ending that was spreading Pippa’s cunt wide and filling the inner sheath of her vagina to the brink, touching and piercing the young teenager’s cervix.
Becca leaned back. She watched.
First, there was just the racing and hysterical breathing of Pippa, still focused on the cock raping her asshole. But Becca watched the minimal details slowly changing, as the first tendrils of heat seeped through the copper pipe in Pippa’s cunt.
“No,” Pippa said.
“No no no noooooooo why why why is it getting hot? It’s getting hot, whys it getting hoooottttt hot hot hot nonononono noononononono pleaaaazeee noooooo…
Not mere seconds later Pippa was grunting madly, breath hissing in her throat as she fought to move even fraction upwards, just an inch upwards away from the burning, as the heat built up in the copper.
“Yes, kitten. You'll be feeling it at the surface first,' Becca said in a quiet, conversational tone, as she looked fascinated at the pussy muscles of Pippa moving, her clit visibly twitching, her tummy muscles spasm. Becca leaned further back and put a naked feet on the knee of her other leg, crossing her legs, opening herself as the teenager in front of her suffered and struggled.
'But soon, it’s going to get most unpleasant,” Becca said, as she watched slowly how the flesh of the cunt of Pippa was blistering, focused on her swollen clit, sweating, and she started to masturbate herself. Rubbing herself, feeling her own wetness.
“And then…,” she continued as Pippa began to scream, ‘..... slowly you start to feel it, right Kitten?” Becca kept rubbing her own clit, watching the body of Pippa struggle, wriggle, pulling on the ties around her, keeping her on the seat, lodged on the copper pipe. “God, you’re hot.”
“AaaAAAAAHHH Nooooooo! No nononononononono Oh Ggggggoooooddddd, AAAAAAHHHHH No, its burning it’s burning it’s burning inside me…”
Pippa’s voice dissolved into a mindless wail as her body started to vibrate like a mad thing, riding the burning heated copper dildo, cooking inside her cunt. Her labia were being roasted unbearably, while the heat burned on the whole of her sheath, deep into the teenager’s vagina, all the way up to her cervix.
“WHY IS IT BURNING NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!”
“oH yes yes, YES,’ Howard still raping her asshole grunted, “God yes it’s beautiful yes yes suffer bitch suffer!” He was cumming and cumming and cumming inside Pippa’s asshole. And Becca felt herself cumming as she bent down and took the long needle she had lying there next to the candle. And started to push the needle inside Pippa’s clit.
The screaming coming from Pippa’s mouth was no longer human.
Becca stood up. “Yes yes, scream for me kitten, scream. She sat on Pippa’s lap and pushed the needle deeper inside the teenager’s clit, then pulling it out again, and pushing it in. Basically, Becca was raping Pippa with the sharp object inside her clit.
She kissed the teenager on the mouth, swallowing the demented screams of Pippa Fitz-Amobi as every last drop of sanity the teenager possessed slowly was burned out of her scorching pussy. Becca was cumming, cumming, cumming, as Howie had stood up, took place behind her and started to lick her asshole, as Becca orgasmed on the screaming demise of that little sweet teenage girl, that had only just wanted to find Becca’s won missing sister, to write about in her personal profile essay.
Becca squirted firmly, her cunt contracting, as her boyfriend pushed himself inside her asshole, while she kept violating Pippa’s clitoris, raping it as it were, as the teenager screamed and howled, into Becca’s open mouth, closing over the screaming mouth of Pippa, releasing her bladder, pissing over the burning copper inside her, her eyes rolling inside the back of her head, losing consciousness, losing her mind. Losing everything.
Why is it burning?
When Pippa woke up with a shock, she found herself tied to a seatless metal chair. Her arms were bound to the arms of the chair, her ankles tied to the metal legs of the chair. Her naked bottom rested only on the uncomfortable metal ring of the chair. Her asscheeks were naked in the air, as were the rest of her genitals. She felt sperm and other fluids cold and slimy leaking from her pussy and anus. The teenager felt sore and flushed and bruised. Her breasts still hurt like hell, from the clamps and the hitting. When she looked down she realized the awl was still sticking through one of her perky tits, the pointed end scraping against her other breast with the clamp dangling from the nipple.
“Ah, you’re awake,” Pippa heard Becca say from behind her.
“I do apologize.” The psychotic lesbian walked inside Pippa’s field of vision and smiled. In her left hand, she was holding three wires. In her other hand, she held a small but definitive pointed and glittering silver corkscrew. “I was so enthusiastic, I almost forgot Howie still had some questions for you.”
“So kitten, after all the fun we had,” Becca said, “It’s now questioning time.”
And without ceremony and with a snapping sound, Becca attached a red wire with crocodile teeth on the pointed end of the awl piercing Pippa’s tit. The teenage girl was too disoriented to completely understand what the importance of that connection was. She was too dazed to fully grasp what Becca was going to do to her, when Becca ripped the clamp from her other nipple, making Pippa scream and howl again when the psychotic girlfriend replaced it with the teeth of the wired clamp.
Slowly, the teenager was realizing what was done, when she saw Becca kneel before her and reach between Pippa’s spread legs.
“What, no what? No don’t touch me no moohooreee nononon it hurts please noohooohooo,” the girl bawled.
Pippa began to cry as the young blonde stroke her bruised and sore pussylips and fell how the fingers of the other woman slid inside her torn vagina and parted her labia. “Please stop, please stop, please pleeaaaaZZZEEEE stop stop stop STOP!”
Becca’s finger spread Pippa’s cunt further open as if she were looking for something. “Ah, yes, there it is,” she said as her finger finally found what she searched. She looked up at Pippa and smiled.
“Now, deep breaths, kitten. I promise you. This is gonna hurt you a lot more than me.”
“In fact,” Becca brought the corkscrew up, touched Pippa’s cunt again. Then, the teenager felt how the sharp tip of the corkscrew was slowly pushed inside the small opening of her urethra. “This doesn’t hurt me at all.”
Becca made a screwing movement and Pippa dementedly tried to lift herself off the chair, that was - for now obvious reasons - bolted to the floor. The veins in her neck swelled, her eyes popped little round golf balls. The muscles of her complete body spasmed under her sweaty white skin. And slowly the psychotic blonde was screwing the corkscrew inside Pippa’s pisstube, opening her urethra further up than she ever felt in her life, up, up the corkscrew went inside her peehole.
Pippa was trembling in the chair. Sweat poured down her temples. Her head shook wildly in a no no no movement. The little teenage girl was doing everything to try to get off the chair. Her neck spasmed, her mouth open wider than ever before. Her body went rigid. The fingers spasmed like broken tiny twigs, the muscles under the skin of her tight stomach were trembling and curling like snakes, and her toes crawled and scratched desperately on the floor.
For a short moment that was all. Just Pippa in rigid agony. Not even able to scream. Just in complete, shredding torment as the corkscrew was screwed further up her urethra, violating her pisshole.
Then, the sound started. It didn’t sound human. Pippa went limp. Urine leaked over Becca’s hand and made a puddle. The teenager lost consciousness - again. Satisfied with the handle of the corkscrew protruding an inch out of Pippa’s vagina, Becca clamped it with another wired crocodile clamp.
She shook the urine of her hand and then concentrated lifted the tiny hood on the outside of Pippa’s cunt and revealed the swollen red clitoris of the clitoris. She put the third clamp on the little pleasure knob and then violently shook the wire, stretching out the clit. Bringing back Pippa back to consciousness, screaming.
“There you are,” Becca said. “Now, I believe my Howie had some questions for you?”
Howard, still naked, his cock still rock hard, fiercely up and glistening with the juices of raping Pippa, took a step forward and stood in front of Pippa. He had his arms crossed and let his cock dangle in her face. He smiled. “That’s right, baby. Let’s begin.”
In the end, Becca was not interested in the questions Howard had. She was mainly fascinated by the small, plain box with a couple of black plastic knobs and a red button set into the top, with thin wires connected to them, that hung down. Those wires were curving from two little jack plugs from the little box in her hand. All the way down to the alligator clamps, one on the skewer sticking out of Pippa’s tit, one on the teenagers’s clit. And one on the corkscrew inside her urethra.
A thicker, black cable curled away from the back of the black box in Becca’s hand, down to the transformer on the floor. Whenever the psychotic lesbian pushed the button, there was a strange, almost calming silence in the chamber, just broken by the soft humming of the transformer. It looked like nothing happened. Just a low buzzing.
Then, Pippa seemed to arch backward from the chair. The tendons of her neck and arms would be standing out, like cords under her skin, as her mouth opened wide, wider than just a scream, as wide like her jaws would dislocate, a look of pure agony on her face. And there was a wild, tormented, high-piercing wail out of her mouth, that went on and on and on as Becca pushed the knob.
It took a while and a couple of shocks for Becca to figure out. But finally, she knew how she could control the current and what knob would lead to which wire.
Sometimes, Howard was in the middle of his question and Becca pushed the button, making Pippa buckling up and down on her seatless chair with her cunt, as the current blazed through her bladder.
Sometimes Pippa shook with her breasts like in a stripshow as the current made her shudder with the electricity frying the skewer sticking out of her tit.
Pippa screamed. Pippa shrieked. Pippa begged. Pippa cried. Pippa howled. In the end, she couldn’t form words anymore. There was just a slow piercing howling coming out of her open mouth.
“Nonononono plea pleahea I d-d-d-don't no I cant stop P-p-p-leas-s-s-e stoohooopp. Oh noooooo Goohooodddddd, I dooooooooogggggg gnooowww...'
“What’s that, kitten?” Becca said. “Speak up, bitch, we don’t understand what you’re mumbling.”
And she pushed the button to let the electricity scorch through the tight little body in front of her again.
Howard hit Pippa in the face and pushed his cock inside her mouth to get rid of the precum that was leaking. It was amazing to watch the naked teenage body in front of him suffer so much. To see it twist and spasm as the electricity made her suffer in her clit. Her fingers spasmed, her toes curling as if in an obscene orgasm, as her urethra was under electricity. To watch her ankles and thighs tighten as her tits were fried.
“Try again, Pippa.” Becca’s thumb pressed down again and the girl was jerked into another screaming frenzy as the current surged through her tit. This lasted for about 20 minutes. Then Pippa fainted again.
“God, hun,” Howard said as he turned around and looked at Becca, his cock hard as a rock. “I got what I wanted. Now, how about some of that mouth of yours!”
Becca grinned. “I got a better idea, sweety! How about you use that glistering precum on your cock as lube and start poking your way inside that other hole of Pippa? I have a little surprise for you that I’m sure you’ll appreciate!”
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Pippa’s mind was broken. Even the removal of the corkscrew from her urethra brought only some half-conscious bawling from her mouth. But she did feel how the object that Becca was now slowly pushing inside her was stretching her out.
The object was a short copper pipe. It was about as long as a human arm and as wide as a man’s wrist. Becca had found it in the corner of the room and had immediately been interested. After she fully lodged the copper object inside Pippa’s cunt, she walked back to her boyfriend.
'Now, let me help you, Howie,” she said as her voice was thick with arousal. Becca slid her hand on Pippa’s asshole and cupped semen for the anus of the teenager. She spit on it and took her boyfriend’s cock. It jerked and stiffened even more as he felt the hands of the blonde psycho sliding up and down the length of his shaft, teasing him towards the brink.
After a few minutes, the stroking hands urged him forward. Becca’s hand cupped the weight of his balls as her fingers guided the lubed head of his cock against the dark bruised sphincter of Pippa’s anus.
The teenager began to struggle again, helplessly against the thick rod against her sphincter. She started begging, knowing it was useless, unable to stop, unable to give up trying to protect her body from further hurt.
“Nonononon its so sore no please nooooo it hurts it hurs.” Becca gave her boyfriend a pat on his asscheeks. “That’s the whole idea, kitten.” She smiled as she felt her boyfriend’s buttocks clench as he thrust forward, slowly but firmly penetrating the asshole of teenage Pippa.
“God, you’re tight,” Howard sighed, his chin on the naked shoulder of the teenager. His thick shaft was stretching her anus to its limit and Pippa was crying, trying to expel the thick cock inside her, not knowing she was now actually milking him even more with her anal muscles.
“Yes. Yes YES,” the man inside her said. “God yes do it more, God yes…”
“Now,” Becca said, who in the meantime walked in front of Pippa and got a comfortable seat, cross-legged between Pippa’s spread legs. She watched the desperation in Pippa’s face and grinned like a full psychopath. “Let’s get your full attention, shall we?” She put a candle under the chair where the teenager sat, right in the middle, under the pipe.
Becca lit the small lighter in her hand. Then, she bent down and lit the candle, right under the hollow copper pipe-ending that was spreading Pippa’s cunt wide and filling the inner sheath of her vagina to the brink, touching and piercing the young teenager’s cervix.
Becca leaned back. She watched.
First, there was just the racing and hysterical breathing of Pippa, still focused on the cock raping her asshole. But Becca watched the minimal details slowly changing, as the first tendrils of heat seeped through the copper pipe in Pippa’s cunt.
“No,” Pippa said.
“No no no noooooooo why why why is it getting hot? It’s getting hot, whys it getting hoooottttt hot hot hot nonononono noononononono pleaaaazeee noooooo…
Not mere seconds later Pippa was grunting madly, breath hissing in her throat as she fought to move even fraction upwards, just an inch upwards away from the burning, as the heat built up in the copper.
“Yes, kitten. You'll be feeling it at the surface first,' Becca said in a quiet, conversational tone, as she looked fascinated at the pussy muscles of Pippa moving, her clit visibly twitching, her tummy muscles spasm. Becca leaned further back and put a naked feet on the knee of her other leg, crossing her legs, opening herself as the teenager in front of her suffered and struggled.
'But soon, it’s going to get most unpleasant,” Becca said, as she watched slowly how the flesh of the cunt of Pippa was blistering, focused on her swollen clit, sweating, and she started to masturbate herself. Rubbing herself, feeling her own wetness.
“And then…,” she continued as Pippa began to scream, ‘..... slowly you start to feel it, right Kitten?” Becca kept rubbing her own clit, watching the body of Pippa struggle, wriggle, pulling on the ties around her, keeping her on the seat, lodged on the copper pipe. “God, you’re hot.”
“AaaAAAAAHHH Nooooooo! No nononononononono Oh Ggggggoooooddddd, AAAAAAHHHHH No, its burning it’s burning it’s burning inside me…”
Pippa’s voice dissolved into a mindless wail as her body started to vibrate like a mad thing, riding the burning heated copper dildo, cooking inside her cunt. Her labia were being roasted unbearably, while the heat burned on the whole of her sheath, deep into the teenager’s vagina, all the way up to her cervix.
“WHY IS IT BURNING NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!”
“oH yes yes, YES,’ Howard still raping her asshole grunted, “God yes it’s beautiful yes yes suffer bitch suffer!” He was cumming and cumming and cumming inside Pippa’s asshole. And Becca felt herself cumming as she bent down and took the long needle she had lying there next to the candle. And started to push the needle inside Pippa’s clit.
The screaming coming from Pippa’s mouth was no longer human.
Becca stood up. “Yes yes, scream for me kitten, scream. She sat on Pippa’s lap and pushed the needle deeper inside the teenager’s clit, then pulling it out again, and pushing it in. Basically, Becca was raping Pippa with the sharp object inside her clit.
She kissed the teenager on the mouth, swallowing the demented screams of Pippa Fitz-Amobi as every last drop of sanity the teenager possessed slowly was burned out of her scorching pussy. Becca was cumming, cumming, cumming, as Howie had stood up, took place behind her and started to lick her asshole, as Becca orgasmed on the screaming demise of that little sweet teenage girl, that had only just wanted to find Becca’s won missing sister, to write about in her personal profile essay.
Becca squirted firmly, her cunt contracting, as her boyfriend pushed himself inside her asshole, while she kept violating Pippa’s clitoris, raping it as it were, as the teenager screamed and howled, into Becca’s open mouth, closing over the screaming mouth of Pippa, releasing her bladder, pissing over the burning copper inside her, her eyes rolling inside the back of her head, losing consciousness, losing her mind. Losing everything.
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A GOOD GIRLS GUIDE TO EXTREME SEXUAL SUFFERING (EPILOGUE)
P-FA-1 / A-B-1: Going once, going twice...
It was 6 months later. The paper above the kitchen table showed the headline in thick letters. “Search for second missing teenage girl in 5 years ends.” The subtitle in smaller font read: “No more funding for further investigation.”
“Hmmmm, yes,” Howard Bowers grunted and put the paper down. “Yes,” he said as he almost lifted himself from his chair. “Yes, yes yes, god your mouth…”
He grunted again, shook and the head of Becca popped up from under the table. With her index finger, she cleaned the corner of her mouth. “You still like that, don’t you honey? Swallowing it, every inch. I love how your thick cock still touching the back of my throath.”
“Hmmm….” she looked at the headline on the paper. “Will you fill me up to celebrate?”
A loud ping made Becca look at her phone and while she reached for the still open zipper of Howie’s pants, she got distracted and took her phone from the table. “Oh, wait, it’s a link from Max!”
Max Hasting was the local drug dealer in the small town of Little Kilton, where Howard was the main regional supplier. Max was also one of the richest young men of this town. He liked to rape girls on the side and force them to become their loverboy. It was kind of a side income for him. Even though the predatory nature of Max was well known, the authorities kept one eye closed, because he also supplied girls to several important men in this town, the county, and internationally. Which proved to be a profit to the whole town in return.
In fact, it was a really well kept secret that Max owned a specialized, soundproof cellar under the mansion of his father. It was a place where girls tended to disappear. To be secretly trained. And then sold for a profit.
Becca smiled like a little girl as she saw the link. “Let’s watch it together, baby!” and pushed on it, without even waiting for an answer. She took Howards cock out with one hand and started to masturbate him again, even though she had just swallowed and milked him completely dry.
But the capable hand of his psychotic girlfriend and what they saw on the little mobile screen in front of them, was more than enough to make Howard rock hard again instantly.
What they saw was Pippa in the middel of one of her trainingsession to be sold for a profit. She was hanging upside down in the middle of a cell. Her legs spread wide, hanging on chains in Y form. Her hand were tied to a metal collar on her neck, so she was unable to protect any part of her body, only to choke herself every time she tried to move her hands.
Her whole body was bruised. The clamps on her bleeding red swollen nipples had wires on them, leading out of sight of the camera, but probably connected to a car battery. There were sigarette burns on her tits, stomach, groins and near her pubic area. Out of her pisshole was a plug sticking, thick as a finger, protruded, visibly pumped up, making it impossible for Pippa to piss.
Her belly, swollen like Pippa was pregnant, was being currently stomped on with a heavy rubber hose, held by a naked girl.
“Awwww,” Becca said, happy like a clamp. “Look, there she is!”
“Look into the camera, baby, let our guests see who you are,” Max voice said in the audio, with his face shown only in part. The camera focused on the nude girl with long scars on her back and ass from whippings and purple bruises on her legs from canings. Between her legs hung a heavy chain, connected to a visible plug, protruding from her asshole. It swung with every move the girl made.
When the girl hitting the swollen stomach of Pippa stopped what she was doing and turned to the camera, Max first focused on the clit of the girl turning. It was clearly swollen, pumped up, irritated and bleeding an undiviable liquid.
“Look at that, you can see the acid liquid I inject into subject A-B1 clitoris being rejected by the organ again,” says the voice of Max out of sight. “It’s why I have to inject it on a daily basis. Subject does not like that. It kind of burns at her clitoral nerves. But really, we don’t care that it hurts, do we? We just want the subject to understand that pain is now the purpose of her clit.”
Out of the clitoris protruded a needle, that was connected to a clamp, that had a wire on it. “Now, can you tell us who you are, sweetheart?”
The voice that comes out of the subject is crunchy and hoarse as if her vocal cords are permanently damaged from screaming. It struggles to find the words.
“My … my name is … A…abb…abb.. AbbbeBEEEEEEEEllllllllllll” The sound turns into screeching and the missing sister of Bella tries to jerk on the needle in her clit. Max pressed a button on screen and shocked the subject through the needle.
“God, that’s so hot,” Becca said as she watched the screen, mesmerized, her hand still around Howard's cock. She lifts up her skirt, spreads her knees, and drops her panties at the hight of her thighs. She opens her asscheeks and slowly lowers her asshole on her stiff boyfriend’s cock.
“No no no,” Max says on screen. “Now, what have talked about? You are no longer Andy Bell, puppy. No, You are now A-B-1. So, A-B-1, stand up!”
AB-1 started to collect herself and, still scared and with one hand was still rubbing her swollen and painful clit, but with the other hand she took the rubber hose from the floor.
“Now can you tell us what we are doing with subject P-AF-1?”
“We … w-w-we are training her … what to ask for…. what to ask for if she wants to … want to… to pee…”
“That’s right, honey.” Max walked to the naked body of Pippa, hanging upside down, and pushed on the swollen stomach of the teenager.
Pippa let out a low howling sound out of her open mouth.
“We are training this subject to learn what to ask for when you need to piss. Because you do really need to piss, don’t you, Pippa? Do you know how long subject P-FA-1 has the plug inside her, A-B-1?”
“Thirty - thirty six - hours, sir.”
“That’s right. 36 hours. That’s a long long time not to be able to piss, isn’t it, subject P-FA-1?”
Max pressed with his fingers on the visible swollen area of the bladder of Pippa. Again, there was the low animalistic howling with begging that followed.
“Pleaaazzzzeee pleazzeeee oh god no it hurts so much don’t touch it don’t touch my bladder it hurts let me pisssssss let me piiiiiiiiiiiisssssss peeeeeee I need to peeeeeee…..”
“Hit her again, A-B-1. Pippa has’t really understood her training yet.”
Abbi Bell - subject A-B-1 - swung the rubber hose and hit Pippa’s swollen stomach, two, three times. Out of the mobile phone of Becca came a long screeching sound, almost wrecking the audio settings.
While Becca was riding her boyfriend, she licked her fingers and started to masturbate her clit and stroking the balls of Howard with the other hand.
“Now. Let’s try that again,” the voice of Max said.
“What do you ask if you want to pee, subject P-AF-1?”
“Pleazepleaze pleazzzeee will you …. please …. god I can’t….Pleaaaazzeeee will you put a cock inside my mouth, I need to pissssss, sir. I wannee cock in my mouth I wanne piss! A cock in my mouth I wanna pisssss, sir please a cock put a cock in my mouth a cock in my mouth pleaaazzzeee”
“That’s right. Now, was that so hard?” Max asked. He pulled out his rock hard cock out of his pants, precum glistening visibly on the head. He walked to the upside down hanging teenager. And pushed it deep inside the mouth of Pippa, almost chocking her. He grabbed her head and pushed her head deeper between his legs. His mouth now almost touched Pippa’s clamped open pussy. He put his hands on the swollen stomach of Pippa.
“Now, A-B-1, will you do the honors?”
“Ye…yes sssir.” The girl that had been missing for 5 years, the sister of the psychotic Becca Bell, the girl now known as A-B-1, took some steps and positioned herself behind Pippa, who had still the thick hard cock of Max deeply lodged inside her mouth and was visibly crying.
Subject A-B-1 put her hands between the spread wide legs of the body of what was once known als Pippa Fitz-Amori. One hand she laid on the anus of the teenager. She pushed her finger in. With the other hand, she took the thick plug protruding from the pisshole of Pippa.
Then, with a long, heavy, twisting gesture upwards to the ceiling, she pulled out the long, thick, rubber plug, out of the urethra of the teenager.
For a moment there was silence. Then there was a sound that was a combination of high screeching and low howling. Max pushed his fingers deep into the swollen bladder of Pippa, as she screamed and screamed around the cock inside her mouth and released her urine, pushed by Max out of her swollen tummy, pissing in the air, cramping and pissing, pissing and cramping with a cock inside her mouth. Peeing while mouthraped. The humiliation went beyond comprehension. Pippa's mind shattered. She was no longer a teenager, no longer a girl. No longer human. She peed and screamed. Max kept pushing on her bladder, crushing and violating everything of Pippa's female psyche.
Max put the camera on himself again, with his cock in the crying girl’s mouth. “So, we are about halfway training subject P-FA-1. But the bidding process is already starting. So don’t wait long! Going once, going twice…”
The connection ended.
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It would take three more sessions like this for subject P-FA-1 to completely understand this was now the only way she was allowed to piss. Pippa would be trained to walk around with a plug in her urethra from now on, only to be allowed if she knelt down, legs spread, hands on her head, tongue out, repeating the phrase: “I need a cock in my mouth, I need a cock in my mouth.” This was the only way P-FA-1 would be allowed to make clear she needed to release herself.
And only when her new owner was willing, he would put a cock inside Pippa’s mouth. And only then, would the plug be pulled out. So Pippa would only piss while her owner orally raped her. The only way Pippa was allowed to piss from now on was with a cock inside her mouth. This of course, was just a minor detail of her training. But it was something that cut deeply into the female psyche of Pippa. It surgically burned out the control of her own body, denying her any control over the teenager's bodily functions. Subject P-FA-1 would become a mindless painhole, a cumbucket when the training was done, being able to experience great pain while remaining sexually active, stripped of any autonomy or even a will.
After being sold, Pippa would be never heard from again, neither would Abby Bell. More girls would disappear though. Little Kilton started to get a strange reputation. And Becca Bell and Howard Bowers would still sometimes come and visit Max Hasting and have some fun with that missing girl from 5 yeas ago, the missing sister, where it all once started: Abby Bell. Now known only as subject A-B-1.
P-FA-1 / A-B-1: Going once, going twice...
It was 6 months later. The paper above the kitchen table showed the headline in thick letters. “Search for second missing teenage girl in 5 years ends.” The subtitle in smaller font read: “No more funding for further investigation.”
“Hmmmm, yes,” Howard Bowers grunted and put the paper down. “Yes,” he said as he almost lifted himself from his chair. “Yes, yes yes, god your mouth…”
He grunted again, shook and the head of Becca popped up from under the table. With her index finger, she cleaned the corner of her mouth. “You still like that, don’t you honey? Swallowing it, every inch. I love how your thick cock still touching the back of my throath.”
“Hmmm….” she looked at the headline on the paper. “Will you fill me up to celebrate?”
A loud ping made Becca look at her phone and while she reached for the still open zipper of Howie’s pants, she got distracted and took her phone from the table. “Oh, wait, it’s a link from Max!”
Max Hasting was the local drug dealer in the small town of Little Kilton, where Howard was the main regional supplier. Max was also one of the richest young men of this town. He liked to rape girls on the side and force them to become their loverboy. It was kind of a side income for him. Even though the predatory nature of Max was well known, the authorities kept one eye closed, because he also supplied girls to several important men in this town, the county, and internationally. Which proved to be a profit to the whole town in return.
In fact, it was a really well kept secret that Max owned a specialized, soundproof cellar under the mansion of his father. It was a place where girls tended to disappear. To be secretly trained. And then sold for a profit.
Becca smiled like a little girl as she saw the link. “Let’s watch it together, baby!” and pushed on it, without even waiting for an answer. She took Howards cock out with one hand and started to masturbate him again, even though she had just swallowed and milked him completely dry.
But the capable hand of his psychotic girlfriend and what they saw on the little mobile screen in front of them, was more than enough to make Howard rock hard again instantly.
What they saw was Pippa in the middel of one of her trainingsession to be sold for a profit. She was hanging upside down in the middle of a cell. Her legs spread wide, hanging on chains in Y form. Her hand were tied to a metal collar on her neck, so she was unable to protect any part of her body, only to choke herself every time she tried to move her hands.
Her whole body was bruised. The clamps on her bleeding red swollen nipples had wires on them, leading out of sight of the camera, but probably connected to a car battery. There were sigarette burns on her tits, stomach, groins and near her pubic area. Out of her pisshole was a plug sticking, thick as a finger, protruded, visibly pumped up, making it impossible for Pippa to piss.
Her belly, swollen like Pippa was pregnant, was being currently stomped on with a heavy rubber hose, held by a naked girl.
“Awwww,” Becca said, happy like a clamp. “Look, there she is!”
“Look into the camera, baby, let our guests see who you are,” Max voice said in the audio, with his face shown only in part. The camera focused on the nude girl with long scars on her back and ass from whippings and purple bruises on her legs from canings. Between her legs hung a heavy chain, connected to a visible plug, protruding from her asshole. It swung with every move the girl made.
When the girl hitting the swollen stomach of Pippa stopped what she was doing and turned to the camera, Max first focused on the clit of the girl turning. It was clearly swollen, pumped up, irritated and bleeding an undiviable liquid.
“Look at that, you can see the acid liquid I inject into subject A-B1 clitoris being rejected by the organ again,” says the voice of Max out of sight. “It’s why I have to inject it on a daily basis. Subject does not like that. It kind of burns at her clitoral nerves. But really, we don’t care that it hurts, do we? We just want the subject to understand that pain is now the purpose of her clit.”
Out of the clitoris protruded a needle, that was connected to a clamp, that had a wire on it. “Now, can you tell us who you are, sweetheart?”
The voice that comes out of the subject is crunchy and hoarse as if her vocal cords are permanently damaged from screaming. It struggles to find the words.
“My … my name is … A…abb…abb.. AbbbeBEEEEEEEEllllllllllll” The sound turns into screeching and the missing sister of Bella tries to jerk on the needle in her clit. Max pressed a button on screen and shocked the subject through the needle.
“God, that’s so hot,” Becca said as she watched the screen, mesmerized, her hand still around Howard's cock. She lifts up her skirt, spreads her knees, and drops her panties at the hight of her thighs. She opens her asscheeks and slowly lowers her asshole on her stiff boyfriend’s cock.
“No no no,” Max says on screen. “Now, what have talked about? You are no longer Andy Bell, puppy. No, You are now A-B-1. So, A-B-1, stand up!”
AB-1 started to collect herself and, still scared and with one hand was still rubbing her swollen and painful clit, but with the other hand she took the rubber hose from the floor.
“Now can you tell us what we are doing with subject P-AF-1?”
“We … w-w-we are training her … what to ask for…. what to ask for if she wants to … want to… to pee…”
“That’s right, honey.” Max walked to the naked body of Pippa, hanging upside down, and pushed on the swollen stomach of the teenager.
Pippa let out a low howling sound out of her open mouth.
“We are training this subject to learn what to ask for when you need to piss. Because you do really need to piss, don’t you, Pippa? Do you know how long subject P-FA-1 has the plug inside her, A-B-1?”
“Thirty - thirty six - hours, sir.”
“That’s right. 36 hours. That’s a long long time not to be able to piss, isn’t it, subject P-FA-1?”
Max pressed with his fingers on the visible swollen area of the bladder of Pippa. Again, there was the low animalistic howling with begging that followed.
“Pleaaazzzzeee pleazzeeee oh god no it hurts so much don’t touch it don’t touch my bladder it hurts let me pisssssss let me piiiiiiiiiiiisssssss peeeeeee I need to peeeeeee…..”
“Hit her again, A-B-1. Pippa has’t really understood her training yet.”
Abbi Bell - subject A-B-1 - swung the rubber hose and hit Pippa’s swollen stomach, two, three times. Out of the mobile phone of Becca came a long screeching sound, almost wrecking the audio settings.
While Becca was riding her boyfriend, she licked her fingers and started to masturbate her clit and stroking the balls of Howard with the other hand.
“Now. Let’s try that again,” the voice of Max said.
“What do you ask if you want to pee, subject P-AF-1?”
“Pleazepleaze pleazzzeee will you …. please …. god I can’t….Pleaaaazzeeee will you put a cock inside my mouth, I need to pissssss, sir. I wannee cock in my mouth I wanne piss! A cock in my mouth I wanna pisssss, sir please a cock put a cock in my mouth a cock in my mouth pleaaazzzeee”
“That’s right. Now, was that so hard?” Max asked. He pulled out his rock hard cock out of his pants, precum glistening visibly on the head. He walked to the upside down hanging teenager. And pushed it deep inside the mouth of Pippa, almost chocking her. He grabbed her head and pushed her head deeper between his legs. His mouth now almost touched Pippa’s clamped open pussy. He put his hands on the swollen stomach of Pippa.
“Now, A-B-1, will you do the honors?”
“Ye…yes sssir.” The girl that had been missing for 5 years, the sister of the psychotic Becca Bell, the girl now known as A-B-1, took some steps and positioned herself behind Pippa, who had still the thick hard cock of Max deeply lodged inside her mouth and was visibly crying.
Subject A-B-1 put her hands between the spread wide legs of the body of what was once known als Pippa Fitz-Amori. One hand she laid on the anus of the teenager. She pushed her finger in. With the other hand, she took the thick plug protruding from the pisshole of Pippa.
Then, with a long, heavy, twisting gesture upwards to the ceiling, she pulled out the long, thick, rubber plug, out of the urethra of the teenager.
For a moment there was silence. Then there was a sound that was a combination of high screeching and low howling. Max pushed his fingers deep into the swollen bladder of Pippa, as she screamed and screamed around the cock inside her mouth and released her urine, pushed by Max out of her swollen tummy, pissing in the air, cramping and pissing, pissing and cramping with a cock inside her mouth. Peeing while mouthraped. The humiliation went beyond comprehension. Pippa's mind shattered. She was no longer a teenager, no longer a girl. No longer human. She peed and screamed. Max kept pushing on her bladder, crushing and violating everything of Pippa's female psyche.
Max put the camera on himself again, with his cock in the crying girl’s mouth. “So, we are about halfway training subject P-FA-1. But the bidding process is already starting. So don’t wait long! Going once, going twice…”
The connection ended.
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It would take three more sessions like this for subject P-FA-1 to completely understand this was now the only way she was allowed to piss. Pippa would be trained to walk around with a plug in her urethra from now on, only to be allowed if she knelt down, legs spread, hands on her head, tongue out, repeating the phrase: “I need a cock in my mouth, I need a cock in my mouth.” This was the only way P-FA-1 would be allowed to make clear she needed to release herself.
And only when her new owner was willing, he would put a cock inside Pippa’s mouth. And only then, would the plug be pulled out. So Pippa would only piss while her owner orally raped her. The only way Pippa was allowed to piss from now on was with a cock inside her mouth. This of course, was just a minor detail of her training. But it was something that cut deeply into the female psyche of Pippa. It surgically burned out the control of her own body, denying her any control over the teenager's bodily functions. Subject P-FA-1 would become a mindless painhole, a cumbucket when the training was done, being able to experience great pain while remaining sexually active, stripped of any autonomy or even a will.
After being sold, Pippa would be never heard from again, neither would Abby Bell. More girls would disappear though. Little Kilton started to get a strange reputation. And Becca Bell and Howard Bowers would still sometimes come and visit Max Hasting and have some fun with that missing girl from 5 yeas ago, the missing sister, where it all once started: Abby Bell. Now known only as subject A-B-1.
Re: A GOOD GIRL'S GUIDE TO EXTREME SEXUAL SUFFERING
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i saw that show great story
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