Chapter 5 – Back Again, Emily?

The G.M.I.D. entrance fee was a lot of money for the average person. For Emily this meant trips to club were nowhere near as frequent as she would have liked. So, nearly two months later, this was only her fourth night.

On her third visit she’d met Susan, 18 and petite, whose well-off but unpredictable father had bought her membership, but wouldn’t pay the entrance fee. With almost no money of her own, this had been only her second trip to G.M.I.D. in a year. They had bonded when Emily found out Susan’s first visit had coincided with the night Nicole had been snuffed, screaming to a squirting orgasm, apparently, as a red-hot poker was driven through her bowels. In gratitude for this good news Emily found herself spending the evening helping her new friend to attract a man, rather than searching for herself. The success she’d achieved had given her the confidence to put herself forward tonight – she’d last seen Susan, cunt and arse stuffed with her own severed hands, reach her orgasmic high over an open fire.

Sitting on a stool at the bar in a cat-suit, her bare bottom on display and the slogan ‘Bugger Me with a Chisel’ emblazoned across her chest, Emily sipped her second cocktail and slowly looked around the main room at G.M.I.D.. From here she could see only three men. One of them was new to her, but didn’t look particularly impressive, the other two were regulars. Both the regulars had made Emily hot with their abilities when she’d seen them before, but she still secretly hoped for that extra skill that Charlie had shown on her first night.

As if in answer to her thoughts, there was a sudden flurry of movement as another guy entered the club. Following the gaze of all the women not already with a man, Emily looked around to see Charlie himself sauntering in.

Her decision to sit at the bar, rather than take a table, paid off. Ignoring everyone else, Charlie headed straight towards her, clearly in need of a drink before he started the night’s activities.

He ordered a large rum and a pint of lager. After knocking back the spirit he sipped on the cooling beer and looked around. “Hello.”, said Charlie, seeing Emily for the first time. “I recognise that face. Weren’t you in this month’s newsletter?”

“I don’t know.”, confessed Emily. “That’s only sent out to the guys.”

“I’m surprised no-one’s shown you a copy. You had a really good write-up. Ruth was very impressed.”

Emily was delighted. Ruth had clearly kept her word to report on Emily’s sterling performance under the brand. Did this mean that Charlie was going to notice her?

Smiling, leaning forward eagerly, Emily said, “So, do you think you could break me?” As his pupils dilated and his breathing quickened a little, she knew with certainty that she had hooked her man.

"I want to fuck you, then gut you, then cut out your cunt while I cum in your eye.", he whispered into her ear. Emily felt a tell-tale patch of moisture soak through her crotch when she heard this, and she leaned forward into his neck.

“Is that a promise?”, she breathed into him.

Without another word Charlie grabbed her arm. He dragged her off the barstool and across the floor, her exposed bottom burning on the carpet. This is it thought Emily, her conscious mind shocked into life and quailing in fear. You have offered yourself up to a humiliating and agonising end, and your offer has been accepted.

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Once in a booth Charlie quickly cuffed Emily’s hands from behind and pulled her to her feet. A wooden bar, just above head height, ran across the alcove, chains and pulleys hung from the ceiling, in a corner stood the cabinet of torture implements every booth had. A violent tug and her cat-suit was ripped from her body, leaving her naked and shivering, vulnerable to any assault.

“Right you ugly cunt, stand on that stool.” he barked at her, his friendly tone at the bar now completely gone. Charlie gestured to a tall stool that would leave Emily standing with her tits against the wooden bar. She climbed up, trembling with fear, but her pussy positively dripping, as his abusive tone told her he was going to fulfil her needs. The slogan on her first costume came back to her, was this going to be the end of her perfect breasts?

“Well, bitch, looks like your fame’s going to get you what you asked for.” sneered Charlie, approaching with - oh god no, yes - a hammer and nails, one of his favourite toys. A single nail was driven through each breast as he stretched them over the beam, Emily just stood, letting the pain wash into her. Moving behind her, he hooked one foot round the stool. “Playtime.” he yelled, as he yanked her support away, leaving the girl swinging from horribly stretched tits.

Playtime it was, Charlie climbed on the stool behind her and buggered her dry arsehole, swinging her back and forth to ride his massive cock. The sensation in Emily’s rectum was almost pleasant, the pain in her breasts as the nails slowly ripped into them was not, but between her screams it was the feelings in her breasts that were bringing her to climax.

About to come, Charlie kicked the stool away and clung to Emily’s trembling form. The added weight ripped the nails through her breasts and she fell face down on the floor, her tormenters hot seed filling her bowels as her nose broke on the hard tiles. Charlie planted a swift kick in her kidneys as he climbed off her, panting.

“Feeling good, slag?” he said. Emily painfully rolled over, revealing the ruin of her chest and nose. A piece of her ruptured tits fell from the beam and landed on her cheek. Her body might be racked with pain, she might be lying, mewling and whimpering, a deformed and doomed creature, but she’d had her first electrical orgasm as her face planted into the floor.

Still dazed, it was a few seconds before she realised that Charlie had released her hands, only to clamp them in a new pair of cuffs that ran to the ceiling. She felt herself being hauled upright, only stopping when she was dangling with her feet just touching the floor. He was approaching her again, with a short, evil looking, knife.

“Remember what I promised to do next?” said Charlie, grinning at the destruction he had already wrought.

“Yes.” moaned Emily though gritted teeth.

“If I’m going to do it you’ll have to tell me what it is.”

This was it! This was why she’d hoped for Charlie! Degrading the woman he was killing, making them say aloud the humiliation they craved, forcing them to live the torment before it even began, this was his extra gift. Already his victim was growing wet again as she trembled in her bonds.

“Gut me.” she intoned, unable to look him in the eye.

A knee driven hard into her crotch made her eyes water. “Look at me when you answer bitch!”

She dragged her head up to gaze into his wild eyes. “Gut me.”

“I’ll need more.”

“Drive your knife into my soft belly. Rip me open. Drag out my bowels.”

“And will that hurt?”

“Yes.”

“Will you scream?”

“Yes.”

He moved behind her, his swollen glans pushing against her sphincter, “And will you come? Will the pain as I rip you apart, as I tear out your vital organs, will it make you climax harder than you ever have?”

“Oh god yes!”

“You sick, cheap whore!”

On cue he drove his cock deep into her arse - and his knife deep into her belly. Puncturing her stomach produced an animal scream as the acid spilled inside her. He drew the knife down, opening her wide. Reaching inside the opening he grabbed her intestines and tugged. Yard after yard emerged, each fresh pull eliciting a howl, clamping her anus around his cock. When he’d finished disembowelling, Charlie fucked her pussy, holding her stomach open to watch as his penis stretched her vagina into the void.

To Emily all sensation was, once again, churned and confused inside her. She’d screamed and shrieked at every fresh insult upon her battered and broken body. She’d cried out in humiliation as this brute had violated and degraded her. She’d felt herself break as he insulted and demeaned her with cheap, cruel words. Yet each fresh pain, each new violation, every hurtful word, had sent a fresh wave of ecstasy through her. When he reached into her ruptured belly to wank himself, using her pussy like a sock, the orgasm that ran through her seemed about to burst her very cells apart. As the light of her climax dimmed behind her eyes, she was amazed not to be painted across the walls, blown apart by orgasmic energy.

She wasn’t blown apart. The agonising pain that was causing her to shake and sweat reassured her of that. She attempted to speak, to beg him to snuff her now, but her vocal chords had snapped and no sound came out. Her last act was about to be played out, and even the release of screaming was going to be denied her.

She slid to the floor as Charlie released the chain holding her up. Too weak to do more. she waved her arms feebly. This slight evidence of fight seemed to inspire her tormenter. Grabbing a lump hammer he smashed her shoulders until all movement ceased. 

“Choke fuck.” Charlie gleefully announced, using the hammer one more time to break the, already broken, girl’s jaw. He rammed his swollen tool into her mouth, pounding hard into her throat and turning his snuff-cow blue, her smashed nose preventing her from breathing.

“Don’t worry you stupid cunt” he hissed as he continued ramming into her, “I’m not sending you off this easily.”

She may have wanted to beg Charlie to end her. But his words again stoked the fires of her desire. Against her will Emily felt her body build up to the violent discharge of another orgasm.

Charlie grabbed another implement. As he brought it before her eyes a mixture of terror and bemusement caused her lips to move, trying to ask him what he intended to do now. The sight of a simple metal spoon seemed somehow worse than any razor-edged blade.

“Can’t speak, huh. You really are a dumb cow. Well if you want me to scoop out your eyeball and fuck the hole just nod.”

Lose her eye! Some remaining sanity in her willed the damaged girl to shake, but her deeper self was crying out for more and she nodded as best she could.

Charlie pushed the spoon round her eye, and with a practised movement scooped out her eyeball, leaving it dangling by the nerve. Barely pausing he jammed the head of his cock into the empty socket. He didn’t attempt to move at first, just let his victims squirming contractions massage his glans. Lying on top of her, he began to slowly fuck her empty socket while he reached out once again for his knife.

“Time to give you everything I promised. Soon as you’re dead I can go and find another stupid cunt.”

With this insult he began to slice at her pussy, working from her arsehole up to her clitoris, never stopping his rhythmical fucking of her head. Emily had no coherent thoughts left, she was lost in an abstract world of lust. She didn’t consciously notice as her entire sex was hollowed out of her, although her body responded again to this new pain.

The rhythmical battering in her head had smashed through her eye, and Charlie was now fucking her brain itself. Almost nothing could have broken though to her conscious mind again, but Charlie was going to manage even that.

Emily felt a strange sensation in her eye-socket. It took a moment, as a warm stream ran across her face, to realise what was being done to her now. The bastard was pissing into her head! This careless use of her dying body as a common toilet was to be the last thing she knew. Her death throes also the throes of her final come.

Adjusting his clothing, Charlie, satisfied, wandered out. While he was dragging Emily across the club he’d noticed a redhead with the slogan ‘Burn My Bush’ on her back. It had given him an idea…

This story is a fantasy, set in another place, with only the slightest passing nod to our reality as it’s glimpsed on a distant horizon. If this isn’t immediately apparent to you, I strongly suggest you seek urgent psychiatric care.