****** A Realm of Hell by thisold1 ******
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A Realm of Hell


This is a story of snuff, rape, torture and cannibalism. It is in no way to be
viewed as anything to do with reality. It is, also, a story which is written
for adults only. Frankly, this is a story I never thought I would write about,
but, or so I have been told that writers have to write about things they do not
care to; this is an example of that. You decide.

Fourteen year old Tom Smulens had gotten lost on his first real deer hunt and
was now stumbling from canyon to canyon far up in the mountains of Colorado. He
had seen a huge buck bound this way and, every time he was about to turn back,
say the huge creature dash deeper into the shadows.

At two in the afternoon, Tom thought he heard something behind him. Looking
back over his right shoulder all he could see was the treeline of the forest
some several hundred feet back through the tall, slowly browning weeds. As he
turned back to his pursuit of the "Mother of all Bucks" all that greeted him
was a violent blow to his head and, as he lay helplessly on the ground, an odd
screaming laugh as his mind slowly turned itself off to all external stimulus.

Opening his eyes, Tom found himself looking at brightly glowing stars far
above. When he went to get up he found he couldn't move but a very few inches.
Then it dawned on him, he was tied spread -eagle on the ground and with not a
stitch of clothes on his young body.

"A virgin?" a females voiced asked. "You are a virgin, ain't ya?"

Tom couldn't answer, wouldn't answer under these conditions, as his gaze
followed the voice to find three females standing maybe ten feet to his left.

"Oh, you don't have to answer," the female in the middle said, slowly stepping
out of the black robe, instantly as naked as he, but with the movement the rope
didn't allow him. "We know you are and are going to teach you so very much."

"Who...?" Tom begun to ask, but the woman on the right seemed to be instantly
beside him, her face but inches from his, her eyes filled with hate as her hand
slid down his body and grasped his cock.

"You ever been eaten, boy?" the woman demanded, her hand massaging at his cock
pleasantly.

"No," Tom offered back meekly before her lips were on his.

Her tongue explore his as her long fingers warped themselves around his now
hardening cock, skillfully bringing him to erection before his own hands could
have. Her hand moved up and down as she kissed her way down his chest, her
mouth taunting both his body and mind as she moved down his bound body.

"I love eating little boys like you," she taunted as she lowered her hot lips
around the head of his cock. "Virgins are so much fun to own," she laughed as
she slid him fully into her mouth, her tongue teasing and taunting him in ways
he had never dreamed his hands could do, nor would have ever had the courage to
ask his girlfriends to perform.

Faster and faster her head moved until, with a wailing, Tom arched his back as
he felt the woman sucking out every drop of his virgin cream.

"Damn, you are a mighty tasty boy," the woman said getting up from between his
legs.

Tom felt his body trembling to his first climax brought on by something other
than his own hands. These women seemed maybe a bit harmless; maybe out to scare
him as they played their dominate games with him, but, from the look of their
now naked bodies, he might gain a lot more than a quick blow job if he simply
allowed them their games, not that he could put a stop to them if he wished.

"My name is Bonnie," the woman who had just taken his virginity with her lips,
and these are my friends, Kathy and Connie."

Tom, looking his female captors over wondered what they were planning, but, if
it included joys like he had just gotten, he was willing to play along.

Kathy lowered herself to the grass, her hand reach out and grasped onto Tom's
spent cock. Tom moaned loudly to the night stars as a warm feeling seemed to
run along his spine to his brain. Kathy slowly, almost lovingly worked at his
cock until it was rock hard again.

"I want this deep inside me," she taunted, slowly lowering her body onto an
amazed fourteen year old boy who had never felt the lushness of a hot, wet
pussy, riding him for all he was worth.

Kathy took her time with the virgin youth, bring him several times to his
breaking point then sitting perfectly still as his body and mind tortured him
with wanting.

"Beg me," Kathy taunted, a musical sound in her voice. "Beg me to let you fill
my hot body."

"Please," Tom moaned, trying to arch his back to gain entry to her lush pussy.
"Fuck me. Break me in. Do what ever you want to me. Just let me cum in you."

"Little virgin boy want to give mean old Kathy a baby, don't you, virgin boy?"

"Yes, yes. Whatever it takes. Just let me come in you."

"We want you, all of you. We want to own you."

"Yes," Tom pleaded as Kathy's pussy muscles tightened and let up around his
cock.

Kathy laughed loudly as she let Tom's sperm flow into her. She looked down at
him as he closed his eyes and relaxed, now more than spent by the attention
given by the three women. He had never felt like this before, had never dreamed
three women would break him in, let alone that he would be able to get "it" up
so quickly.

"You sleep now," Kathy moaned into his ear as he fought to stay awake. "We'll
wake you up for dinner."

Tom woke up with the sun just above the treeline. He moaned twisting his wrists
as he tried to get up, but tight cords reminded him that he was no longer in
control of his life.

"So, you need to go to the potty?" he heard Connie laugh then, as he groaned
out in pain, felt a cold, hard object slide deep into his ass. The next thing
he felt was his insides expanding as Connie cackled loudly to Tom's
embarrassment at getting an enema.

"Don't worry," Bonnie taunted, "you'll get use to it before we get you all
cleaned out.

For what seemed an eternity Tom was forced to endure the deep cleaning the
three was enjoying so loudly. Enema after enema was given as the women made fun
of Tom's shame. The last time the water was forced into him, Tom thought
something inside would bust.

Not knowing what to expect next, Tom lay as still as he could with his eyes
tightly held shut. Suddenly, he felt Kathy's lips slowly take his limp cock
deep into her mouth, her tongue quickly bringing it to it hardest.. She was so
very good with her tongue, so good, in fact, that most of this had seemed so
very little like being raped and more like being taught by three wildly lusty
young females who didn't understand the word "stop."

Connie held his head level as her dark black eyes peered deep into his. She was
the quiet one, except when she "got off" then, with screams and cursing she
would flop around on him like a fish out of water, each flop driving her hot
wet cunt down around his cock.

Bonnie, the wild one, was slowly running her finger around his anal opening,
warning him with her touch that she was going to take his asses virginity away
with her finger- better to her ways would be more like taking his virginity
with her whole arm.

Tom felt his cock swell deep in Kathy's mouth as his orgasm grew. With his eyes
closed tightly he opened his mouth wide to let out his passionate screams as
Kathy now begun massaging his balls.

Before his first scream became more than a deep, gurgled groan, he felt his
head lowered and Bonnie's finger invade his ass. In an instant of searing pain,
Tom knew it was Bonnie's finger invading him as something thin and hard tore
through his body and rocketed out his open mouth before the pain had really
registered.

With his eyes now opened wide, the young Tom could see the steel rod, his blood
spotting it, hovering over him as Connie let go of his head and quickly
attached something to it. As soon as the round attachment was affixed, Bonnie
pulled the rod back out from his ass, forcing the round gag down till he
couldn't puke yet still gasp for air as the girls laughed loudly as they forced
his twitching legs and arms to the bar, tying them so that he was stretched
out.

"I told you I was going to eat you, you stupid bastard," Connie said with a
demented smile.

Bonnie, after several hundred victims of practice, had again proved her
fantastic ability to slide the rod up through her victim so quickly that the
pain only started to take over the victims mind. Not only was she fast but, to
the victims disadvantage, she was accurate enough to make sure that the heart
was not touched. Death was never by the rod running through the men the women
lured to their lair.

Tom's screams became whimpers as the shock of his impending death sunk in. No
longer did his body try to escape the bonds or the harsh steel rod now a part
of his body. When the girls moved him to the table top, he could only moan
loudly as his weight pulled down on the steel rod.

Once on the table, Connie held up a large basting syringe and, with her
sadistic smile, pushed the plunger in, emitting a steady stream of thick, brown
liquid. He felt the syringe slide up his ass along the steel shaft then, once
fully inserted deep in him he felt the contents forced into his bowls. Now he
knew why they had taken such great pains at making sure he was well cleaned
out. Three more times the syringe was inserted deep into him until, with a moan
of surrendering, he felt a plug side up the rod and into his ass, holding the
liquid deep in his stomach.

"This is what I want," Bonnie laughed, lifting the now limp cock up and sliding
another hollow rod deep into it, moving it around until she had it deep into
Tom's bladder so that his piss could drain as he was roasted.

"Sorry," Connie said as she stuffed an apple into his trembling lips so far
that he couldn't have forced it out even if she hadn't secured it and his head
to the bar with several wraps of wire. "I'd love to hear you screaming as you
roast, but you never know who might sneak up."

Tom felt a cold chill as he felt the witches brushing on the basting liquid,
only stopping long enough to remove his pubic hair as painfully as they could.
By the time they had finished Tom he thought he was only a few moments away
from death. How wrong he was.

The rod plopped into the holders with a ringing Tom felt in his entire body,
then it hit him. Heat! Heat licking at his body as her felt the rod turning
inside him then catch on his arms and legs taking him slowly around to feel his
back being kissed by the torturing pain from the glowing coals a few feet
below.

With his screams contained by the apple, Tom fought to get away, but before
long all he could do was lay helplessly as the laughing, demented witches
slowly turned him around, and around, and around. He couldn't believe the
feeling as the liquid in his bowls heated up, expanding inside him to add a
last touch of pain to his ordeal.

As the sun started to lower behind the tall trees, Tom felt the coolness of the
air as he was raised from the fire pit. He felt his back explode in pain as the
deeply broiled skin reacted to the table's surface, but Tom was now beyond
offering even a last protesting scream.

Connie, now dressed in black, her features more alike what one would expect a
three-hundred year old witch to look like, held a mirror for Tom to take one
last look at himself. His eye brows and hair were gone, replaced by flesh that
seemed to glow red. Then, with a cackling the mirror was turned so he could see
his stomach area.

Bonnie, the expert with sharp objects, slide the knife blade deep into him just
below his breast bone and instantly opened him up to just above where his pubic
line had been. With his last gasp of life, Tom watched her scoop out his
insides and, as his body slowly let out the breath, he saw her pushing fresh
vegetables into his opening.

By morning of the fourteenth, the forest was again quiet as the search party
came upon the long abandoned cabin. Flashlights were shown down the centuries
old well, but none even came close to picking out the jumble on bones lying
many feet past the unmoving surface.

"Fucking bear got him!" One of the searchers said, sitting down on a log.

"Looks like it," the Sheriff's officer replied, looking around the strange
area, a chill running down his spine as he felt eyes peering into him. "Might
as well get back to town and get the bad news to his parents."

At the edge of the forest, three odd creatures curled up from their perch on a
tall oak tree, one cackled out a burp, then the three fell asleep to awaken in
another year to feast on some unwary trespasser into the realms of Hell.

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