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Captured by Cannibals
by Sean Renaud (doct1400@aol.com)
***
A pair of girls are captured by cannibals. (M+/FF, nc,
rp, bi, mast, oral, anal, v, can, sn)
***
Author Note: I feel obliged to warn all readers as to
what is going to follow. This story is inspired by the
works of an "artist" named Dolcett. If you are a fan of
his works (and thus one sick puppy) you'll thoroughly
enjoy this series. If you are not, and you are offended
by cannibals, rough rape or torture then read no
further. Otherwise enjoy! I love feedback, even
negative feedback. I only ask that you are
constructive. A simple you suck doesn't help. Thank you
so much. Sean Renaud
Part One - Captured
"It's beautiful out here." Sara said as she stood at
the edge of the path staring down the beautiful
mountainside. It had just rained so the normal dry
golden hue was replaced with a field of bright green
vegetation as far as the eye could see. Up above the
sky was flawless blue with only a single lazy white
cloud hovering aimlessly over head.
"Yes it is." Rachel replied as she stepped up beside
her. "I'm so glad we came out here today. I just don't
get nearly enough spare time, but with the holidays..."
She smiled pushing her reddish brown hair away from her
soft brown eyes.
She was a beautiful mixture of black and Indian that
gave her the best features of all races. Rachel's eyes
were beautiful a beautiful almond shape with sooty
lashes that always looked made up. Her high cheek bones
gave her the smile of a model and she was constantly
smiling about one thing or another. She'd been gifted
with a curvy body, full heavy breasts that always
seemed to strain against whatever she wore and wide
hips that swished with her every step.
"With the holidays coming up I get you all to myself."
Sara looked up at her friend and smiled before
adjusting her khaki's on her slender frame. Unlike her
tall friend Sara wasn't very curvy. She barely filled
out the khaki shorts she'd chosen and her budding
breasts were so firm they never needed a bra.
Today her dirty blonde hair was pulled back into a
hasty bun on the back of her head but normally she
chose to wear it down around her shoulders. "We're
almost to the spot; we'll set up camp there." She
replied pulling her backpack a little higher on her
shoulders and then tugging on her plain white tee
shirt.
A satisfied sigh escaped the taller woman as she
stepped away from the cliff face and started back up
the mountain path. She'd chosen to wear a pair of her
old cammie trousers and an olive green undershirt for
the hike. "I wish I had more time to do this sort of
thing. I'm always so busy doing one thing or another at
my job that I never get to do this."
There was a slight pause as Rachel turned toward Sara
and smiled. Sara started to speak but as soon as her
lips parted Rachel responded by leaning towards her and
pressing her lips to Sara's. The two lovers gently
embraced, Rachel's arms gradually encompassing the
smaller woman and pressing against her. "I love you."
She whispered breaking away from the kiss, just holding
Sara close for a moment and staring at the sky.
The response was physical, rather than verbal as Sara
leaned up starting a second kiss. This time she slipped
her tongue past her lips and into Rachel's mouth
letting her tongue slip into the other woman's mouth.
Sara brought her hands up gently caressing Rachel's
face as the kiss continued leaning closer for a moment
before breaking the kiss. "Plenty of time for this
later." She whispered before stealing on last quick
peck and backing away.
"Tease." Rachel whispered before turning and following
her up the hill.
It too the girls most of the day to get to the camp
site but it was well worth the time they'd spent on the
hike. It was just a few feet from a shallow stream and
completely surrounded by tall trees. Rachel was former
military and Sara had plenty of experience in the Girl
Scouts so between the two of them it only took a few
minutes to get the tent up and water boiling over a
small campfire.
"You know I really love the outdoors." Rachel mused as
she lay back on her sleeping bag. She'd only agreed to
set the tent up as a precaution for rain, if she had
any choice in the matter she'd sleep out here under the
stars which were out in full effect. A breathtaking sea
of stars completely coated the sky, too many for
anybody to count.
"Yeah me to." Sara replied taking a stick and lazily
poking at the flames then opening bag and pouring the
contents into the bag. Sara had taken her khaki's off
as soon as she'd gotten her sleeping bag set up. She
was still dressed in her white shirt but now she had a
pair of plain white panties on as well. The way she was
sitting with her legs crossed the fire dancing over her
displayed slender thighs. "C'mere." Sara cooed
beckoning her lover over.
"What if somebody sees?" Rachel replied sheepishly
pulling her sleeping back up around herself. There
really wasn't any need though; the only clothing she'd
taken off was her boots which were sitting next to the
fire.
"There is nobody out here." Sara replied with a wicked
grin as she pulled her shirt up and over her head
tossing it aside. Beneath she was wearing a plain white
bra; she smiled shaking her chest at Rachel. "Trust me;
we're completely alone out here." She whispered
reaching back and unhooking her bra to reveal her
creamy white breasts.
One last nervous look around convinced Rachel that the
two were indeed alone. The dark skinned beauty crawled
from one sleeping bag to the next finally pressing her
lips to Sara's. As always her lover responded instantly
wrapping her arms around Rachel gently tugging at her
shirt.
There wasn't much resistance from the larger woman as
her olive drab shirt was pulled off and tossed next to
her boots. "I've wanted to do this for a long time."
Rachel whispered softly, letting her tongue slip
between her lips exploring Sara's throat.
Meanwhile Sara tried to unfasten Rachel's black bra.
Normally it wouldn't have been complicated at all but
in the dancing shadows and her excitement she couldn't
work the clasp. "Rachel." She gasped gently biting down
on her shoulder and slipping her fingers beneath the
bra strap. Instead of releasing the clasp she just
pulled at the bra until Rachel's D-cup breasts were
released into the warm night air.
"Ooooh." Rachel gasped as the warm air caressed her
flesh. She could feel the blood rushing through her
body hardening her nipples. The gasp melted into a moan
as Sara's lips abandoned Rachel's shoulder and traveled
down her chest. Sara didn't go straight for the nipple,
instead she slowly worked her way over the succulent
flesh, licking and kissing over Rachel's breasts. Her
lips were so close that Rachel could feel her breath
wash over her nipple but she kept her lips a few inches
away.
"You like that?" Sara asked slowly trailing her tongue
slowly over Rachel's stomach, circling her naval then
lightly dipping into it. A slight moan was enough of an
answer for Sara, as she dipped her tongue into Rachel
her fingers were busy unfastening the cammie trousers.
The first button came undone with ease but cammie's
have a button fly that Sara had to claw and rip at
before she could get them open. Beneath she was wearing
a pair of yellow panties with green ducks walking all
over them, normally Sara would have joked about a grown
woman in Underoos, instead she just dipped her fingers
into the elastic band and pulled them down and off.
Rachel kept herself clean shaven other than a single
stripe of trimmed hair right above her slight.
Her lips moved to Rachel's ankle, kissing slowly over
the soft flesh there and moving up over the well toned
calves. Days of hiking and years of military had
sculpted Rachel's legs perfectly for Sara's tongue to
explore. Her tongue moved behind the backs of her knees
and between Rachel's thighs teasingly close to her
womanhood. Rachel's legs parted in response, one lifted
up over her lover's shoulder, the other pushed out to
one side.
Sara let her tongue dance slowly closer, over her inner
thighs and down closer to her lips. Each time her soft
lips got closer Rachel moaned and squirmed trying to
get hips in the right position. Sara's tongue danced
away though each time though, never quite letting
Rachel get the pleasure she ached for.
"Don't tease me." Rachel gasped, her chest heaving with
every deep breath she took. Her face was already
starting to glow with perspiration as her stomach
clenched up. Rachel arched her back pressing her juicy
slit to Sara's teasing lips. A final desperate moan was
enough to make Sara relent, the tip of her tongue
tracing Rachel's moist pussy before parting her lips
scooping her clit with her tongue.
Sara's tongue moved expertly over Rachel's clit,
thrusting, twisting and spinning over her clit. She
ignored Rachel's legs slowly wrapping around her head
squeezing each time Sara's tongue grazed her just
right. Rachel's hands slowly slipped down over her body
caressing her breasts and over her smooth stomach down
to tangle in Sara's dirty blonde hair. She tangled her
fingers in Sara's hair pulling her closer to her. Sara
responded by holding her tongue firmly and thrusting it
into Rachel wriggling it around inside her.
Rachel's legs clenched as she felt the electricity down
to the very tips of her curled toes. Her pussy clenched
down around Sara's tongue trying to pull her farther
inside her.
Rachel's beautiful brown eyes were clenched shut like
her teeth so the only sound escaping her lips was a
suppressed moan. Finally her body collapsed down onto
the sleeping bag and Sara's hair slipped from her
grasp. "Oh my god." Rachel smiled looking down at
Sara's smiling face.
The blonde gave one last parting lick before moving up
into her lover's arms and kissing her cheek gently.
"You're yummy."
"Don't say that!" Rachel said slapping Sara's arm
playfully.
"Why not you are." She answered playfully slapping her
back.
"Is the food done?" Rachel asked putting her hands
behind her head. The sound a twig snapping caught her
attention before Sara could respond though. "You hear
that?"
"Hear what?" Sara responded leaning up over the pot and
dipping a spoon into it slowly stirring the soup.
"It was probably nothing."
Less than twenty feet away Jed glared at his younger
brother and brought a silencing finger to his lips. He
was dressed in a pair of dirty ragged overalls and
black steel-toed boots. The overalls were so worn that
they were barely staying in place on his gangly frame.
The boots were equally shabby, the steel easily seen
were the leather had once been. Even if he'd been
dressed in fine clothes it would have helped, Jed was
missing two of his front teeth and his hair was a
sickly shade of almost blonde. In his free hand he was
holding a twelve gauge and several lengths of rope were
coiled around his shoulder.
His younger brother was only wearing a pair of formerly
blue, now green and brown, jeans. Unlike his brother
Ray was heavy set, fat by most people's standards and
his hairy gut hung over his jeans. His hair was a solid
brown when it was clean; most times it looked closer to
grey. His most striking feature was his eyes, one brown
and the other green. Right now they were focused on
Rachel's nude form. "Which one?" He whispered.
"Isn't it obvious? That little white girl ain't got
enough meat to feed Ma and Pa."
"Can we take them both?" Jed turned back to the girls
who were both staring in the complete wrong direction
and nodded.
"Take em fast, I'll get that nigger bitch you get the
other." He held up his hand with three fingers counting
down for his brother. When he hit zero both men leapt
out of the trees at the same time Jed firing the
shotgun directly into the fire missing both girls.
"What!?" Sara screamed turning around just in time to
catch Ray's fist in her face. The sheer force lifted
her off feet landing flat on her back near the fire.
Ray moved quickly slamming his bare foot down on her
jaw holding her in place and turning to see his
brother.
"Don't fucking move bitch!" Jed shouted leveling the
shotgun at Rachel's chest. Old military training
instantly kicked in though and she snatched the barrel
with one hand pointing it away from her, with her other
hand she shot slamming his fingers against the trigger.
He screamed in pain releasing the gun but he leaned
forward and backhanded Rachel.
She managed to keep her grip on the gun even as her
head snapped to one side nearly splitting her lip in
the process. She tried again to twist the gun from his
grip but he moved with her keeping a hold on the
weapon. Jed slid his grip up catching her fingers
against the barrel of the gun; before she could react
he twisted his hip slamming her down to the ground.
Rachel's grip broke as the wind was knocked from her
lungs and Jed slammed the barrel down against her jaw
his finger against the trigger. "Don't you fuckin' move
bitch." He shouted pressing the barrel down again.
Rachel gasped, staring up through the sights at her
captor without moving a single inch. "That's a good
girl, now roll over onto your pretty little stomach and
put your hands behind your back." Rachel complied
rolling onto her stomach and putting her hands behind
her back.
As soon as she was on her stomach Jed knelt down on her
back roughly kneeling on her spine. He roughly wrenched
Rachel's arms back tightly tying her wrists together,
then a second rope bound her elbows painfully close
together. A third and final rope was wrapped around her
ankles tightly pulling them up towards her ankles
hogtying her. "How you coming there brother?"
Ray had pulled zip ties from his pockets and had her
wrists and ankles tightly bound together. "I got mine
Jed, let's get these bitches back. You watch em; I'll
go get the truck."
Jed nodded in response twisting a fistful of Rachel's
hair around his fist and dragging her along side Sara.
"Now don't you girls start acting up. I reckon neither
of you wants to take a bullet right between your
fucking eyes. I got no problem with shooting one of
you. Specially this spirited lass right here!" He
emphasized the word with a sharp kick to the spine.
"Now neither one of you girls has put me in a very good
mood so far. I've half a mind to shoot you right now,
so being good just might keep you amongst the livin' a
bit longer understood?"
Sara looked up at him through tear filled eyes. The zip
ties on her hands and feet kept her from moving more
than a few inches at a time. Sara snuggled herself
tightly against Rachel whimpering and nodding
frantically. "I'll be good. I-I'll be good."
"Shut up!" Jed roared pointing the barrel against her
skull.
"Yes yes!" She screamed biting down on her lips trying
her best to silence her whimpering.
Rachel was completely still and silent, other than the
trickle of blood from the corner of her mouth and her
steady breathing nothing moved. Her dark brown eyes
glared up at her captor but her mind was already
thinking of how she could escape.
A rusted red sixties style truck came crashing through
the trees with Ray behind the wheel. He nearly ran the
girls over as he passed by the two spinning the back
toward them. Sara screamed and brought her hands up to
cover her eyes from the mud. "I told you to shut up!"
Jed shouted leaning forward and kicking her thigh.
It took him a moment to lift Rachel up, first by the
hair, then by her arms and toss her into the truck but
he managed it. Sara was easily lifted up onto her feet
and thrown in on top of Rachel. "Sit tight girls,
wouldn't want you to bruise 'fore I could get you home"
Without saying anything else he threw the back of the
truck up and got in along side his brother.
"You think Ma and Pa will like 'em?"
"They'll love em. And just in time, we got us a few
days till Christmas, plenty of time to work on the
girls."
Part Two - Dinner Preparations
"Ma! We home!" Jed shouted as he leapt out of the still
moving truck. The house was beat up combination of tin
and wood that looked like it had popped out of an old
movie. A good gust of wind would be enough to level the
structure from the looks of it. There were several more
vehicles scattered around the yard, all of them on
blocks and partially rusted. It was instantly obvious
they'd been using them for parts on the beat up truck.
There were no animals in the yard, no crops being grown
either. The only movement was a few ragged clothes hung
out to dry at seemingly random spots around the yard.
On the farthest side of the house was a pile of refuse,
a disgusting fetid mountain of human waste and uneaten
food and animal bones.
"Oh my god." Rachel whispered as she stared. She wanted
to scream but her voice fled as it became so obvious
that she would never leave this place. Jed took her by
the hair and dragged her to the back of the truck
hefting her into his arms and walking towards the
house.
An elderly woman dressed in a dingy blue skirt stepped
out of the door. She had once been a beautiful woman,
you could almost see it in her blue eyes and long brown
hair. Even her figure was full and curvy, almost
attractive if her bared breasts didn't sag with age and
stretch marks from birth didn't cover her sides.
"Brought us Christmas dinner did'ya boys? That's my
good little boys." She crooned as Jed walked closer. As
soon as she could reach him she leaned out and kissed
him fully on the mouth, her yellowed teeth parting so
her tongue could grapple her son's.
"I hoped you like her." Jed replied bringing Rachel
inside and setting her on the table.
"Fucking put me down you fuckin piece of shit!" Rachel
screeched. Jed ignored the comment as he turned back to
his mother who just gave her a disapproving frown.
Ma walked in right behind him and gripped Rachel by the
skull, thrusting her thumbs into the corner of the
black girl's mouth. She painfully twisted her head this
way and that, inspecting her gums and teeth before
pushing her away. The inspection wasn't done yet
though, she moved her fingers over her back squeezing
and prodding at her flesh.
"Got us a strong bitch didn't ya. Always did know how
to pick em Jed." She moved down to her legs pulling her
firmly muscled ass open and poking at her rectum. "Yup
this is a mighty fine nigger you brought us." She said
approvingly her attentions now drawn down to her pussy.
"She's gonna be some mighty fine eatin. How you reckon
we should fix'er?"
"I was kinda in the mood for a roast Ma. If you want we
got another one but I think Ray wants to keep her as a
pet for a while." Jed said.
"You sick fucks! You can't cook me have you lost your
motherfucking minds?!" Rachel screamed. Jed just turned
his back to her listening to his mother as she
continued.
Ma gripped one of Rachel's tit's cradling in both
hands. "Well I think this one'll feed us for a while.
He's always wanting to keep those girls he catches.
Like we's some kind of petting farm." Jed laughed. "You
go tell your Pa that we need to start up the
preparations, you know we can't just throw a bitch on
the grill."
Ma slowly turned back to the screaming girl now and
leaned closer exposing her dark yellow teeth in a
ghastly grin. "Now as for you missy I've had about
enough of your mouth. You ain't gonna live long but the
less you piss me off the more pleasant what life you
have can be." Ma sneered putting her hand over Rachel's
mouth to keep her silent.
Rachel tried to scream but Ma just pushed her hand down
harder, her other hand moving to crush her throat. Her
grip was surprisingly strong for a woman of her size
easily cutting off Rachel's air.
Ma leaned close enough that her fetid breath poured
over Rachel's face as she slowly moved her hand from
her mouth. "Now you shut the fuck up or I'll choke you
right the fuck out and you'll wake up in the pig trough
out back understand?" Rachel couldn't even nod her head
as Ma's grip tightened and the world started to fade
around her.
"Ma!" Ray frowned slightly when his mother didn't
respond to him. "MA!" He shouted slamming Sara down on
the already creaky floorboards.
"What! Can't you see I'm busy here Ray? What is it
that's so important?" Ma said as she spun around to
face her youngest son. "Is it this piece of gutter
trash here on the floor?" She squatted down over Sara
gripping her chin and turning her this way that that.
"Not much meat on her."
"Didn't take her for dinner Ma. Thought we could use a
pet around the house, been a while since I've had a pet
Ma." His mother looked up at him disapprovingly. "I
promise, I'll take real good care of her. It won't be
like Trish, I'll feed her and water her and train her
real good just you watch Ma." Ray insisted his lips
pulled into a pout.
Ma looked up at him then down at the sobbing woman then
back to her son. Finally she gave a nod of approval.
"Take her on upstairs, remember she ain't to be fed for
some days now. Need to get her plenty hungry so she'll
eat." Ma said before turning back to Rachel. "And now
its time to get back to you my little missy. Gots to
start the preparations if you're gonna be ready in
time." Rachel was silently glaring up at Ma when she
heard footsteps behind her.
The man standing over her was obviously the father
figure. A long ratty beard hung from his chin and like
his youngest son, each eye was a different color. He
was wearing a torn plaid flannel, unbuttoned to reveal
his well muscled stomach. Pa was covered in a layer of
grime and if Rachel had been trying she would have
smelled his funk before she saw him. His chest was
completely covered in matted black hair that vanished
down into his torn jeans. "This the piece of meat the
boys brought home?"
"Yessum Pa, look at her. I though you might like to
properly prepare her." Ma said. "She's real pretty."
"She is." Pa replied moving looking at her briefly
before walking over to a separate table and grabbing a
small bag that he dropped on the table next to Rachel's
face with a metallic thud.
"Now let's see if we can get her to behave herself
some, I right thought they'd brought a banshee into
these walls from the horrid sounds she was makin." He
opened the bag and reached into it pulling out a bowie
knife. "Now don't you move none miss, if you do I might
end up cutting you." The sight of the knife paralyzed
Rachel with fear, her eyes wide as she stared at the
dull blade, spotted with dirt, dried blood and rust. Pa
moved himself behind her and thrust the knife between
her ankles sawing the ropes of her ankles.
Neither Ma nor Pa saw the exact moment that Rachel's
instincts kicked but Pa felt it. As soon as the ropes
were lose enough that she could rip them she did
kicking him as hard as she could in the chest.
Unfortunately for her that wasn't nearly hard enough to
do more than annoy him. She didn't even get a second
kick off before he snatched both of her ankles nearly
yanking her off the table.
"Now you listen here little missy. I won't have you
acting like a horse's ass. Ma help me tie this little
bitch's legs to the table." Ma obediently walked over
gripping on of Rachel's ankles and pulling it down.
It didn't take much rope to go twice around her ankle
and once around the table leg. While she worked on the
other Pa pulled a pair of pliers from the bag and
walked around in front of her. "Now look here girl. If
you don't do exactly what I say I'm gonna pull your
fuckin' teeth out one by fuckin one. Now open your
mouth and sos I can put my dick in it."
Rachel bit down on her lips forcing them to stay closed
in response glaring up at him defiance. "Stupid girl."
He growled roughly backhanding her. Her head snapped to
one side reopening the gash in her lip. Pa leaned down
and snatched her jaw squeezing till it she opened her
mouth. Then he snatched up the pliers and thrust them
into her mouth gripping her bottom tooth and wrenching
it out of its socket.
"Now if you don't want me to do that to every tooth in
your body you'll fuckin stop being such a pain!" Rachel
screamed out spitting blood out of her mouth and
staring up at him.
It was right then that it settled on her that she
really wasn't going to survive this. Nobody was coming
to save her, nobody even knew where she was that week.
He wasn't going to mess up and give her a chance to
escape, the only choice she really had was to try and
make the rest of her life as painless as possible. The
sharp stab of her missing tooth had already faded to a
constant dull throb but it was enough to get her to
open her mouth for Pa.
"Good girl." He crooned running his fingers
affectionately through her hair before pulling his
pants off and rubbing his nine inch cock across her
face. His sweat and precum mixed with her tears coating
her face in a slime before he pushed into her mouth. Pa
tasted every bit as disgusting as he looked, like he
hadn't bathed in weeks. Rachel wanted to gag from the
taste alone but it got worse as he pushed more of his
cock into her open mouth. A muffled moan escaped her
throat as he pushed against the back of her throat.
It wasn't the first time Rachel had taken a man into
her throat. It was the first time she'd had nine inches
forced down her back and spit and blood oozed back out
of her mouth every time he pushed. The sound of her
gagging, her body heaving to reject the invading
phallus got louder as well as she was nearly drown, her
face covered with a crimson mask.
"She's a good one." Ma said as she finished securing
Rachel's legs and moved up farther spreading the black
girl's ass cheeks. Her tongue delved into that dark
hole twisting around the brown puckered rectum readying
it for her husband's cock.
Under normal circumstances the feelings shooting
through Rachel's body would have been pleasant, Ma was
skilled with her tongue pushing, twisting, reaming
Rachel's anus over and over again. If she didn't have a
missing tooth and a cock jammed down her throat nearly
suffocating her she would have cum.
"Move yourself out my way." Pa said yanking his cock
out of Rachel's mouth. Ma moved away as Pa walked
around behind her pushing the tip of his cock against
her asshole. Rachel gasped trying her best to catch her
breath before she could regulate her breathing though
Pa shoved his hard cock into her ass.
Rachel's rectum was too tight to take him a single
thrust, he could only get a few inches of his spit and
blood coated cock into her. "NOOOOOO!" She shrieked
wriggling as much as she could manage on the table. One
on hand on the back of her neck held her perfectly
still and another on her hips kept her in place as he
started pumping back and forth.
Each time her anus gave a little more, letting Pa's
cock deeper into her body. It was pure agony to feel
him stretching what had been a virgin hole minutes ago
to accept nine full inches of man meat. Each thrust of
his hips drew a new agonizing scream from the girl.
"Ma see what you can do about shutting this bitch up.
She's ruinin my mood." Ma reached into the bag and
pulled out an orange ball gag and thrust it into her
mouth pulling the strap behind her head. Rachel could
only moan around the gag then as her Pa continued to
abuse her ass.
"That's better." Pa exclaimed as he finally managed to
bottom out in her asshole, his balls rubbing against
her clit as he rested for a moment. Rachel had stopped
crying behind the gag, her eyes blanked out as she
stared at some indeterminate object on the wall as Pa
pounded into her backside.
"Look at this." Pa said slapping her ass. As soon as he
did her eyes widened and another moan tried to squeeze
its way around the gag. Different from the others that
was the first pleasant moan to escape her throat.
Despite the horror of her condition she couldn't stop
her body from reacting.
She wished her sphincter was clenching around his cock,
she wished her hips weren't pushing back against him
but they were. She was going to die and her murderer
was going to give her an orgasm before she died.
Another rough slap on her ass clenched her body up
around his cock, tears of humiliation were pouring down
her cheeks leaving clean streaks on her face.
She was aware of everything around her. Aware that Pa
was sweating now as he savagely raped her asshole.
Aware that Ma had left the room and was noisily
preparing something the next room. Aware that upstairs
Sara was being used by the two sons somewhere nearby.
Aware that her stomach was clenching and not from pain.
Rachel clenched her eyes shut in an attempt to fight
the feeling rising in her body. She tried to
concentrate on the dull throb of her missing tooth but
the only thing she could feel was Pa's hard dick
invading her bottom.
She could feel every vein as it sawed in and out of her
body and every time it pulsed with his approaching
orgasm. Rachel felt her toes curl as she tried to arch
her back towards him, her body trembling in a terror
induced orgasm. That was enough to push Pa over the
edge, one last violent thrust into her bowels before he
flooded her with his cum.
"She's ready Ma, lets set this one up." Pa said as he
pulled his now flaccid cock from Rachel's abused red
asshole. He walked around in front of her and wiped
himself clean on her hair.
"Bring her directly out back Pa!" Came her response.
"Yessum!" He replied. A few quick motions later
Rachel's hands ankles were tied together again and she
was flung over his shoulder and carried out back. The
backyard looked almost normal. There was green grass,
an oversized doghouse and a huge grill with a fire
roaring in it. It was easily big enough for two people
if that had been their intentions. Pa set her down on a
table though, her head resting on a block.
There wasn't enough energy left in her body to stop him
as he pulled a leather strap over the back of her neck
holding her perfectly in place. The straps holding her
ankles were undone as well her legs spread apart and
strapped back into place. "Now my little nigger bitch
I'll splain what we doing to you. That way nothing will
come as a surprise to you." Ma said as Pa stepped back
into the house.
She was holding a razor in one hand as she stepped
closer. "First we's gonna shave that nasty little cunt
of yours. Don't want no pubic hairs in my mouth when I
eat you." She said as she twisted the blade beneath
Rachel quickly shaving away the stripe of hair over her
slit. The razor was set aside and an awkward looking
machine was put behind Rachel.
"This here is called an impaler."
She heaved a large steel rod from the ground and held
it in front of Rachel. It was at least eight feet long,
on one end it came to a dull point, like a giant dildo.
It even had what looked like an anal attachment at one
end.
"This is gonna go all the way through you, then the
boys will set on the fire. Big strong girl like you
might live for close to half and hour if we're careful
with you. Meat tastes better the longer the girl
lives."
Rachel just stared in disbelief at the steel rod until
Ma walked behind her and set it on the machine.
Almost instantly Rachel felt the pressure of the dull
rod pressing against her ass. It was bigger than Pa's
cock but it slid into her easily in enough. "Its going
to slid all the way into you, push out through your
intestines. It's dull so it will just push your innards
aside." Ma explained as the rod continued it slow
journey through Rachel's insides. Less than three
inches were inside her at that point but it the moist
painful experience of her life.
Rachel felt the second pole push its way into her cunt
at the same time filling up her pussy and holding her
in place. The rod pushed its way deeper and deeper at
antagonizing pace. It pushed its way out through her
intestines and into her stomach, it inched through her
chest. Her insides moved away to make room for the rod
as it moved past her heart and lungs.
Ma quickly pulled the gag from Rachel's mouth letting
her shriek as the rod pushed into her throat. Her jaws
were forced open as the rod emerged from her mouth. It
pushed on farther out until she could see the blood
smeared impaling rod sticking out of her mouth.
"I know that you can't talk any more but I know you're
still alive. The boys will be down in a minute." As if
on cue Jed and Ray came walking out of the house and
staring at her. "Put her on the fire." Ray grabbed one
end, Jed the other and lifted her up and set the pole
over the fire.
Rachel was still aware as the orange flames started
licking up around her body. The smell of burning flesh
flooded her nose, it was like the scent of pork
roasting but it wasn't. The rod in her cunt kept her
steady on the pole so it didn't twist inside her.
Instead her entire body twisted slowly over the fire
letting her cook evenly.
Sweat poured from her body sizzling as it hit the fire
beneath her. From the corner of her eye she could see
the entire family standing buy and watching her roast
alive. In her last moment she saw Sara staring at her
through the window and then there was nothing.
Part Three- Ray's Pet Piggy
The world was spun for what seemed like forever after
Ray dropped Sara down on the wooden floor. There were
no decorations in the room, the only furniture was a
chair and a pile of fabric that looked more like a nest
than a bed. "Let me go."
"Now you hush there little darlin'." Ray whispered
bringing a finger to his lips and looking down at her.
As Sara's vision cleared she realized he was naked and
standing over her, his cock hanging over her head. "Ma
said I can keep you as a pet, but only if you're gonna
be good."
"No. Please. Let me go." Sara whispered bringing her
hands up to protect her from his menacing penis. Sara
realized that her hands were untied then, so were her
feet the only restraint was a leather collar chained to
the floor.
"Now now now lil' miss thang. The only way I can keep
Ma from roastin ya is by getting you to behave." Ray
said. "Now a good pet would start licking my balls like
her life depended on it."
"Keep Ma from what?" She whispered.
"Puttin you on the roast like the sucklin' piggie you
be. Like your friend." Ray reached down and unhooked
the chain from the floor yanking her toward the window
forcing her to look out.
Rachel was out there with a solid pole shoved in
through her ass and out of her mouth roasting over an
open fire. Ma was standing next to her basting nude
body with oil. As far away as Sara was she could tell
her friend was still alive, her eyes were blinking, her
fingers were continually clenching and she was still
breathing.
"You want that to be you?" Ray said his voice suddenly
perfectly calm. "If you're a good little bitch you'll
live a nice long life as my pet. If you start lickin'
my sack." This time Sara didn't hesitate to grip onto
Ray's leg and start lapping hungrily at his hairy
balls.
She hated the taste of man. The masculine flavor of
musk and sweat was always a turn off to her but it was
even worse on this man who obviously didn't bathe
regularly. She wasn't going to give him a reason to
kill her though so she slurped at his groin till her
saliva was dripping from his balls.
"You better start makin me think you like being a
bitch." Ray scolded. Sera responded with her best moan,
her tear-filled eyes sliding shut as she traced the
seam of his cock with her balls. She knew she was doing
a good job when his flaccid cock started to harden,
rubbing across her forehead.
"That's a good bitch. Now don't you talk none round my
parents. You's just a piggy round here so you squeal if
you want something." Ray said taking a deep breath as
he looked down at her. "You're pretty good with your
tongue." He gripped the leash and pulled her away from
the window and got down on his hands and knees pulling
her close. "Lick my ass." Sara looked at his hairy butt
in disgust curling her lips. She couldn't do that,
there was just no way. "Ma!"
Sara dove forward burying her face between his cheek
her nose pressed deep into the crease of his ass. Her
tongue strained through the course hair to lap at the
tight ring of light brown muscle. The taste was enough
that she nearly heaved but her life depended on it so
she swallowed hard and wriggled her tongue into his
rectum.
"That's a good little piggy, lick my ass." Ray
encouraged using the leash to pull her into him. It
felt like he was going to pull her inside him, her nose
was crushed against ass and her lips were perfectly
sealed around his puckered anus. Her tongue scooped at
his insides, scrubbing his colon with her tongue. She
could tell by his breathing that he was enjoying
himself but she couldn't breathe.
Sara reached up with her hands trying to pull his ass
far enough apart to get a breath but she couldn't
manage, he just pulled her farther in. She couldn't
pull away to steal a breath so she started frantically
lashing her tongue in every direction trying to push
enough flesh aside to get air into her burning lungs.
The world was starting to darken when he released the
leash letting her collapse face first onto the floor
gasping for air.
"That's a good girl. Keep that up and you might get to
sleep in the house. For right now I gots to take you
out to the shed. Ma would be furious if I didn't fix
that collar right properly." Ray said looking back at
Sara sputtering for breath. Ray smiled and picked up
the leash leading her down to the shed.
"Ma, takin her to set the collar on my new piggy!" Ray
shouted as he dragged Sara on her hands and knees past
his mother at the pit. His mother only waved at him
though, she was to busy sticking a fork into Rachel's
tits releasing the juices before they burst.
What the family called a shed wasn't a shed. It was
more accurately a collection of insidious torture and
execution devices that looked like they'd been pieced
together from an old movie. It had rope, knives, whips,
brands, chains, a working guillotine and a collection
of things Sara didn't even have names for. The only
thing of any importance right then was the device she
was being put it on.
She'd seen one before on a movie, it was called a
pillory. Ray put her head and hands through the
appropriate holes and slammed the device shut. He
didn't need to latch and lock it, Sara couldn't have
lifted it on her own anyway, so it was just for show
that he clicked the heavy iron bolt closed. Next Sara's
ankles were strapped to opposite ends of rod keeping
her legs indecently spread. Seeing the device on
television didn't do it justice. It looked humiliating,
it was painful.
"Now listen, you listen to me there piggy." Ray said as
he walked over to what looked like an oven and gripped
a metal poker from it. For a moment he stood over the
stove throwing blocks of wood into it lighting the fire
and shoving the poker into it.
"See this here's a brand. We use it so we know what
piggies are pets and which are food. I'd be mighty
disappointed if I came back and Ma had thrown you on
the grill. If you have any last words you should say
them now girl cus once you become a piggy you'll never
get to talk again."
"Let me go." Sara sobbed looking up at him desperately.
She knew her situation was hopeless but it didn't stop
her from pleading with him as he stood at the fire. "I
won't tell anybody, I'll just go away. Puh-please duh-
don't kuh-kill me!" She cried tears again flowing
freely down her cheeks.
"Now hush, you won't die as long as you're a good
girl." Ray responded pulling the red hot iron from the
fire. "Now no more talking, if you do I'll brand your
cheek." He emphasized the threat by holding the brand
close enough for her to feel the warmth pulsing off it.
"Now lets see if my good little pig is good for a rut."
Ray thrust his fingers up between her thighs roughly
parting her labia and moving to her clit. Surprisingly
enough she was drenched instantly slicking his fingers
enough to push into her cunt. "Now piggies can squeal,
if your smart you might learn to tell me what you
like." He said pulling his filthy fingers from her cunt
buttering her rectum with her juices.
Sara squealed at the top of her lung wriggling her hips
as much as she could manage trying to get him away from
her ass. "Don't put it there?" He teased moving his
fingers back down to her twat and shoving them in. Sara
squealed again doing her best to feign pleasure,
humping her hips back against his fingers.
"Piggy likes it like that." Ray cooed pushing a third
finger into Sara's snatch. She responded with an
enthusiastic squeal and started squeezing her muscled
around his fingers trying to pull him farther in.
"That's a good girl." He said pulling his fingers out
of her and smearing her juices over her back. "Let's
see how you like something bigger." The thought of him
pushing the red hot poker into her froze her body in
place. It was his cock though, she could feel the huge
slab of meat pushing at her juicy slit. A pleasant moan
escaped her lips as she strained back towards him
hoping it wouldn't hurt.
It was the first time in years that a man had been
between Sara's legs. Only her vibrator had pushed past
those lips recently at less than five inches it was
miniscule in comparison to the piece of flesh behind
her. Sara took a deep breath holding it as Ray plunged
into her quim, punching back and forth like a machine.
It was like being torn apart, as wet as Sara was it
wasn't nearly enough to help as he plundered her from
behind. Worse was the fact that she knew he would kill
her if she didn't enjoy herself so she started moaning
in time with his every thrust. He was continually
talking to her, telling her she was a good piggy, or a
nasty bitch but she was only thinking about one thing.
Staying alive.
That one thought drove her squeal louder than she ever
had for Rachel rolling her head as far as the stocks
would allow her to. Her eyes were clenched shut in pain
and humiliation the sounds escaping her were pure
ecstasy. It was a horrid experience to have a man, a
dirty filthy man at that, raping her. It was even worse
because her body was reacting on a purely physical
level.
The ridges of his cock ground against her insides and
his cruel cock head was pressed against her g-spot each
time he pushed into her. Steel and motors had nothing
on flesh and blood she realized as he started pulsing
inside her. It was going to happen, this cannibal was
going to give her an orgasm as he kept slamming against
her. The squeals went from faked to real as she
realized how great it felt to be fucked. Sara was only
a second from coming, one more thrust from climax when
he did it.
The brand, still red-hot, was pressed into the meat of
her ass. The raw pain of the iron to her flesh clenched
every muscle in her body. For a moment the world faded
to white as the pain literally blinded her but that
faded quickly enough. It was the smell of her own burnt
flesh that made her puke. That and the fact that she
could feel Ray's sperm running down her thigh.
"See now you's a proper pet." He said laying his hand
on the brand. There was a brief flash of searing pain
and then Sara passed out the tips of her hair just
barely avoiding her puke.
It was dark by the time Sara woke again. She didn't
know where she was either, the ragged cabin didn't jog
her memory. A slight shift in her weight sent an
excruciating jolt of pain through her hips that
reminded her of where she was. A quick look around and
she realized she was in the doghouse, chained to it
like an animal. Her first instinct to remove the collar
was instantly stymied by the melted bolt on it. The
chain was a little better it was, the lock wasn't
welded shut which meant it could come off.
The next thing Sara realized was that she was half
starving. It had been before dawn since the last time
she'd eaten. A full day's hike combined with her ordeal
had her stomach cramping with pain. The delicious smell
hovering in the air wasn't helping matters. She could
hear the family was nearby, gathered around a table. It
was too far for her to see what was happening but she
could hear bits of the conversation.
"Good cookin' Ma."
"You boy's like? I tried something new today, kept her
alive nearly twenty minutes."
Sara didn't even realize what they were talking about
until she heard Ray's voice, easily louder than the
others. "Can I have some more tit flesh, I want to feed
my pet she should be up by now."
They were eating Rachel. The smell in the air wasn't
pork, or beef of even salmon. It was human. The
delicious aroma teasing her empty stomach was her best
friend. The idea of it made her lean over and hurl.
There wasn't anything left on her stomach though,
whatever she'd eaten that day had already vacated her
stomach hours ago leaving her to watch as Ray
approached her with a paper plate.
It looked like any other slice of meat, round a
pinkish. There wasn't a single way to know that it had
been her best friend and lover only hours ago and the
smell was maddening. "Go on bitch, eat up. Ma says I
can keep you as long as you behave." He laid the plate
down just within her reach.
Hesitantly, like the beast she was made to be, Sara
crawled toward the plate and leaned forward sniffing
it. It smelled just like ham, and with the color. Sara
felt her will completely drained away as she slipped
her tongue through her lips and licked the warm meat.
It even tasted like pork.
Sara leaned down and gripped the thin slice of meat
between her teeth and pulled it into her mouth gulping
it down hungrily. "Good piggy. You want more?" She
wanted to say no, she wanted to kick and scream and run
for her life. Mostly though she wanted to stay alive as
long as possible, so she turned up towards him and
grunted nodding her head.
Ray was ecstatic reaching down and unlocking her leash
from the doghouse and bringing her dragging her over to
the table. Sara instantly wished she'd stayed away.
Rachel was on the table, her hands tied behind her back
and legs indecently spread. Her breasts were nearly
completely missing and chunks were missing out of her
legs but she was still recognizable. Her face was
frozen in a look of horror, her eyes staring forward
and her jaw gaping wide.
Sara only barely held down the urge to vomit a third
time. Her stomach heaved as Ma reached up and shoved a
fork into Rachel's ass and cut several slices off that
folded onto a plate. "Now Ray you know better than to
feed the animals at the table. Next thing you know
she'll be wanted to sit in a chair like a person." Ma
warned shaking her fork at him.
"But Ma!' Ray complained sitting down at the table and
pulling Sara right next to him. "She was hungry.
Werencha girl?" Sara eyes widened as she looked at Ma
then nodded.
"Well. As long as she gets fed and watered I suppose
its okay just this once." Ma conceded holding up a
scrap of human flesh for Sara. Sara scampered over on
hands and knees to Ma leaning her head back to accept
the gift. "Up girl up." Ma teased lifting the meat just
out of reach several times until Sara nearly stood up
to snatch the meat from her hand. "You did a good job
branding her." Ma replied glancing at her hip.
"Thank you Ma." Ray replied. "Here girl, time you got
watered." Sara knew what he intended as soon as he
stood up and started fishing his cock out. She knew her
life depended on how well she behaved so she wrapped
her lips around Ray's cock and tried to prepare
herself.
At first it was only a trickle, a warm salty sour
trickle of liquid washing over her tongue. Sara gulped
it down without forcing it to stay in her gullet. "See
Ma I told you she'd learn fast." Inwardly Sara almost
smiled at the kind word until he started pissing
harder. Her mouth was full before she could swallow,
liquid draining from the corners of her mouth before
she sputtered pitting his urine all over the man who
owned her.
"Take her in the house right now." Ma's cold calm voice
instantly terrified Sara. If the collar hadn't held her
in place she would have ran instead she obediently
crawled behind Ray whimpering at his heels.
"Don't worry girl. It's ok I won't let her hurt you."
Ray assured her reaching down sitting down on a
creaking wooden chair and running his fingers through
her hair.
At the far end of the house the a door was flung open
slamming against the wall then back into his frame as
Ma stomped into the house. "Ray!" Ray didn't respond to
his mother, laying a reassuring hand on Sara's shoulder
to keep her in place.
"Ray, that nasty beast has to go right now!" Ma
shrieked storming over and snatching up a fist of her
hair. "I bet she don't know better than not to speak!"
Sara was just conscious enough of the situation to
squeal in response thrashing against Ma's grasp. A
moment she snorted and dropped her back to the ground.
"Maybe she's not completely stupid. What tricks can she
do?" Ma asked forcibly calming herself for her son.
"She's a smart little piggy. She can do anything." Ray
responded proudly staring his eyes meeting his
mother's.
"Can she beg for her life?" Ma asked with wicked smile.
"Ma."
Sara watched in horror as the two humans decided her
fate. She could feel the pit of her stomach bunching
into knots. Running wasn't even an option, there were
four of them, and they had a truck. Her only hope was
that Ray would protect her.
"If she passes I promise you can keep her." Ma replied
walking outside.
"Don't run girl, if you do Pa'll shoot you for sure."
Ray whispered standing up and following his mother,
dragging Sara by the leash.
Ma stood next to a low standing tree with a rope
hanging from it. Sara only got one good look at the
rope but she could see the hangman's knot. "Shhh, she's
not actually going to use it." Ray lied leading Sara to
the noose and slipping her head through it. "Just sque-
"
Sara didn't hear whatever he said after that because Pa
had grabbed the far end of the rope and hoisted Sara up
into the air. "Look at her kick!" He laughed along with
Ma as Sara clawed at the rope around her neck, kicking
her feet back and forth desperately looking for
something.
"Sure is pretty." Jed said staring at her bouncing
breasts. "Dancin' something fierce, how long you figure
she'll last?"
"I give her fifteen tops." Pa replied.
Sara was aware that they were all watching her but she
couldn't see them. Her eyes were only focused on two
things, the tree and the rope. The only things her
senses could register were the taut rope around her
neck and the pain in her fingers as she tore at the
rope. Her lungs were on fire as she tried desperately
to suck more oxygen in but the rope didn't allow it.
"Ten minutes." Jed whispered as Sara's arms flopped
down to her sides. She tried a to bring them back up a
few times but there wasn't enough strength left in her
body to reach up and free herself.
"She's still kickin." Ma commented quietly watching as
Sara continued to swing slightly, her legs weakly
pedaling air.
"Cut her down." Ray said looking to his parents for
approval. Ma frowned but Pa took a second look at his
watch and nodded dropping the rope.
Sara fell to the ground with a dull thud her lifeless
eyes rolled back into her head. Saliva drooled out of
the corner of her mouth to the floor beside her. As
soon as Ray pulled the noose from her neck she took a
deep desperate gasp of air coughing as she did. "She
made it." Ray whispered obviously relieved. He scooped
her nearly still body from the ground and carried her
back to the doghouse.
A soon as she was secured to the doghouse again he
smiled and kissed her forehead. "Good girl." Sara would
have responded but she couldn't talk at all. That fact
probably saved her life though since Ma was within ear
shot.
"She'll be here in the morn, we need to get this meat
into the ice box fore she goes bad." Ma called.
Sara watched the boys pick what was left of Rachel up
and carry her into the house. She fell asleep to the
steady thuds of the men chopping her best friend into
smaller pieces.
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This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author
does not condone the described behavior in real life.
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