****** Cruel Couple - Deadly Revenge ******
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Synopsis: A woman mocks the female half of a very sadistic couple and falls
prey to their cruel, and ultimately deadly, revenge.
Cruel Couple – Deadly Revenge

A woman mocks the female half of a very sadistic pair and falls prey to their
cruel, and
ultimately deadly, revenge.

A sadistic love story for adults who can tell the difference between fact and
fiction.

Introduction

I never thought that there was a woman so sadistic as Alex. Although I have
often heard of
the cruelty of women, I accepted that I will never find a “badder half” and had
to life out my
fantasies alone. But someday we met by chance at a dungeon party, where we both
were
thrown out because some so-called masochists started to cry about the pain we
inflicted.
She was of moderate hight and slim without looking skinny. Her blonde hair fell
a little over
her shoulders, her breasts were of moderate size, as I love them, her ass
nicely rounded
and she had the perfect legs and feet of a goddess. We both liked the others
style, it was
love at first blow, so to speak. Alex was bisexual and loved, like me, to hurt
women. We
shared our fantasies of torturing and using them, turning each other on with
more and
more extreme methods to make them beg for the merciful release of death, until
we
violently fucked to total exhaustion. We were a match made in hell, and so we
married. But
we had a problem. Our extreme fantasies turned us on so much that our sex got
more and
more violent and it was just a matter of time until we killed each other.
Therefore we got
the idea to act them out, but we soon realised that it was not possible to find
a consenting
victim, because all those who advertised themselves as “no limit slaves” got
squeamish
rather sooner than later. So we had to think of an alternative, one outside the
boundaries
of prude law. At first we waited for opportunities to rape and hurt women, but
this wasn't
what we sought, as the need to conceal our identities and to hurry were too
limiting. We
decided to take our fantasies to the logical conclusion, the death of the
victim, so once it
was in our power there was no need for secrecy. Our first prey was a lone
jogger, which is
another story that concluded in the best sex we ever had, but also showed us
the risks of
playing in public. What we needed was privacy, so we could take all the time we
wanted.
For this reason we bought a big house that was really secluded and had no
neighbour for
miles. We upgraded the cellar into a soundproof, full-fledged dungeon that
could only be
entered through secret passageways and included a big furnace to get rid of
incriminating
evidence. Now we were prepared to go hunting in earnest, and what can I say, we
did.
Over time, we got better and better and the cold case files of the police more
and more.
We even started to document our exploits, and the following story is one of
them.

The insult

This story began as one day a new employee started at the law firm Alex was
working for.
Her name was Carmen and to be fair, she was a looker, about 5.10, had a nice
slim figure
with curves, had rather large breasts, long dark hair and even longer legs with
small feet. It
seems that in her eyes this made her the earthly incarnation of Aphrodite, to
be
worshipped by men and envied by women who could only fall short in comparison
to her.
And she acted like it all the time, flirting with the men and looking down on
the women in
the room. Naturally, that made a woman as hot as Alex a threat, and so they
immediately
disliked each other, which led to a lot of bitchiness, mostly from Carmens
side. She
especially liked to mock, of course only behind her back, Alex' breasts, which
were,
compared to the huge tits that Carmen paraded around, small. Like those things
tend to
go, Alex one day overheard her usual derisive comments about her at the water-
cooler



and was deeply hurt. I never knew until then how self-conscious my usually so
hard, self-
assured wife was about her bust, but it seems we all have a soft spot. She
boiled with
rage, but didn't act on it right there. Even as she told me, and I wanted to
punish that bitch
then and there, she refused, as it would be too obvious that it was her who was
involved.
No, she wanted to take her time and do it right. It is true that revenge is a
dish best served
cold, something I sometimes forget in the heat of the moment. For Carmen this
was very
unfortunate of course, as she would have gotten away with getting raped and
hurt
thoroughly. But now, as the rage in Alex got a chance to simmer and we had
enough time
to work out the details of her punishment, the more of this time passed, the
more extreme
it got, so it was soon clear that the stuck-up slut wouldn't walk away from
this mistake. And
so, as six months later Carmen quit the job at the law firm and moved on, we
gave her
some time to make some enemies at her new job, and were then more than ready to
set
our plan in motion.

The taking

A successful kidnapping involves a lot of preparation and planning. You have to
study the
routines of your victim, assess the time and place when she is most exposed and
the
chance of a witness is as low as possible. Then you have to find a way to
subdue it
effectively and, most important, quickly. The getaway has to be fast and at the
same time
inconspicuous, and the place where you take it has to be prepared. But as we
had enough
time to think it through thoroughly, and prepare everything accordingly, poor
Carmen never
had a chance.
On Fridays she used to stay late in the office, most likely to advance her
career by banging
her boss. So when she left the parking deck was already empty and she was all
alone.
The camera surveillance was a joke, so there was also no problem in this area,
and since
it was Friday evening no one would notice her car parking there for at least
two days. We
parked our own car, a SUV with tinted windows, and waited. As everyone else was
gone I
hid in a dark spot she had to pass while Alex was at the wheel. Like clockwork
Carmen
scurried on her high heels to the car. As she walked past my little ambush I
jumped her
and put a transparent plastic bag over her head. With one arm I grasped around
her body,
holding her arms, with the other I twisted the edge of the bag to cut of her
air supply.
Within a few moments she started to pant. In the meantime Alex brought the car,
and when
she had jumped out and opened the side door, Carmens lips started to get blue.
Her
defence was already not worth mentioning anymore and when I pushed her in she
had lost
her consciousness as she hit the floor. I closed the door and, while Alex drove
us away, I
pulled the bag from her head, since she shouldn't pass away this easily, bound
her hands
and legs with cable straps and shut her mouth with an inflatable gag. When she
was
secured I climbed in the front seat. We drove nearly an hour to our house,
which was, as
already mentioned, quite secluded to give us the necessary privacy for our
passions. With
no neighbour for miles and a deep cellar, our toys could scream as loud as they
and we
want. We dragged Carmens still unconscious body from the garage through a
hidden door
directly in the playroom. Part one of the plan was completed, now the fun could
begin.

Punishment: Friday Night

Carmen woke slowly and from the look on her face it was obvious she had no idea
what
had happened. As she realised that she couldn't move, her head frantically
darted around.
Looking down she saw that she was naked except for her white gartherless
stockings. The
rest of her clothes and her shoes were gone. (She didn't knew it, but we
already burned
them.) The reason for her immobility was that her arms and legs were fixated at
the table
she lay on.
(That table actually was rather handy for our games. It was wide enough that
you could
comfortably stand on it over the fixed toy. The subframe was like that of a
hospital bed,



therefore you were able to raise and lower it, incline it until the toy nearly
was upright,
move it around on lockable wheels. It even had a fold-out tray big enough for
all kinds of
instruments.)
Looking around she saw the stone walls of the playroom, some of our playthings,
like a
Saint Andrew's Cross, a cabinet with whips of all kinds, dildos of all sizes
and other rather
plain implements. More special equipment was stored out of sight, since we like
to surprise
our toys. Also out of sight were the both of us, because we were standing right
behind her
head to watch her reaction. She started to scream against the inflatable gag
that was still
in her mouth, and as her head was becoming really red we decided to end her
confusion
and stepped in her view with a big smile on our faces.
Alex was dressed in a black corset which left her breasts and vulva exposed,
her pubic
hair as always neatly shaven, black gartherless stockings and high heeled,
knee-high
strappy sandals. Her hair was tied back in a ponytail to give her a sterner
look. I wore a
black leather bondage harness, shorts from the same material and knee-high
boots.
Carmen gave us a bewildered look, but as she recognised Alex her face became
angry
and she started to shout, most likely obscenities, but because of the gag
incomprehensible. We gave her a minute, as it was fun actually to watch her try
so hard to
insult us in a way we could understand. After a while it became boring and Alex
took a
riding crop from the wall and flogged her on her tits. The sudden pain
surprised her so
much that she shut up. As Alex was the aggrieved party I naturally let take her
the lead.
“Now shut up, you stupid bitch”, she told her in a low, hard voice, “safe your
voice because
we will give you enough to scream very soon. I will take out the gag from your
yap now,
but there will be no shouting and no insults. Do you understand?”
She nodded silently, and Alex roughly took the gag out, but as soon as she was
understandable, she started to scream again. “You insane slut, let me go right
now! Are
you mad or something? They will send you to jail and you will lick pussies and
asses of
convicts for the rest of your life, you miserable cunt!”
Alex said nothing, just hit her again with the crop, this time right in the
crotch. Her high-
pitched scream echoed from the walls.
“You really are too dumb to understand a simple instruction. Now, let's see if
you
understand this: you publicly insulted and humiliated me. This is an offence
punishable by
death. The next two days will be the longest in your life. You will scream
until your vocal
cords are sore. You will suffer as you never thought possible. You will beg us
to kill you
long before, but you will not get out so easy. You will only die when we allow
it and in the
most painful way possible. Do you get it?”
Her reaction was the same we saw every time when we disclosed a toy's fate:
first
unbelief, then pleading, finally bargaining and promising to do anything to
please us, with
the suggestions differing according to the sexual horizon. We usually say
nothing to this,
but just start to use her every way we like, so she thinks that there really is
a way out.
Then, when the torture and the pain gets more and more severe and more and more
parts
of her body are destroyed, when she finally realises that she really will die
in this cellar by
our able hands, the look of giving up, of surrender is most exquisite.
Since there was so much to do to her we started right away. As expected Alex
started to
work on her tits. Before she applied the first binder clip (we like to use them
instead of the
usual clamps, as their grip is stronger and therefore they pinch the flesh
harder), she said:
“You are so proud of your big udders. But believe me, you will curse them soon,
as they
provide us with so much space to hurt you.” When it pinched skin and meat of
the side of
her left tit Alex scored a beautiful scream, followed by further yelling as she
put seven
more on both of them, four each, neatly framing Carmens areolas.
In the meantime I started to work a little bit lower. Her pubes were trimmed,
but not
shaved, which gave me the first opportunity to hurt her. I took some pliers and
started to
pull them out clamp by clamp, so she didn't knew because of which pain she
should



scream first, the one at her tits or the one at her crotch. Her whole body
started to shook
as she tried to rear up against her restraints, but they held her securely.
When I was
finished I “anointed” the area with hot sauce to help her remember this
experience, and as
an afterthought put two of my fingers in her cunt in order to also give her
some feelings in
this region. Her reaction to this was fabulous, so I rubbed more of the sauce
on my hand
and started to fist her.
Alex continued her work on the tits by placing a tweezer clamp on the nipples,
of course
without the rubber sheath. The screaming by now was continuously. To stop
Carmen from
starting to annoy us again with protests she got the pin cushion, with rather
small needles
only for starters, and decorated her knockers with twenty on each. Satisfied
with her work
she watched me explore the interior of the bitches' cunt for some time, then,
as we both
were already turned on, we just were all over each other and fucked like horny
rabbits to
the soundtrack of Carmens pain.
Satisfied for the moment we turned our attention to our toy again, alarmed by
the fact that
the screaming subsided to whining. Afraid that our guest was getting bored, we
both
grabbed a cane and, well, gave her a good caning, starting with her thighs,
going up to her
lower body, the sides of her upper body and her arms, until she was red all
over with welts
and bruises. As finale of this part of the entertainment we used the canes to
smack the
clamps, binders and needles from her tits, resulting in very rewarding
screaming as parts
of them were circulated again without the pinching and other parts started
bleeding as the
needles were ripped out. This treatment got us finally tired and we decided to
retire to get
a few hours of sleep. Carmen was left on the table as she lay, but to prevent
that she felt
alone we inserted a thick metal vibrator with studs and a slightly abrasive
surface in both
her cunt and her asshole to keep her company.

The Punishment: Saturday

After a short, but refreshing sleep we went to the cellar again first thing in
the morning. As
responsible hosts we remembered that we left our guest with nothing to drink
and since we
had an abundance of liquid to share we decided to use it to quench her thirst.
We found
our toy the way we left her, her eyes half open, half closed, dozing off. It
seemed that she
hadn't got much sleep. To wake her up we roughly pulled out the two vibrators,
a scream
confirming that we got her full attention. As yesterday I let Alex take the
lead.
“Good morning, bitch”, she said, “I bet you had a nice night, stuffed as your
holes were,
cumming every few minutes. This had to get you mighty thirsty, I bet, and nice
as we are
we're going to help you with that. Now be a good girl and open your mouth.”
With this
words she got on the table and squatted over Carmens face. With a sound of
disgust she
clenched her teeth and turned her head to the side. As goodwill didn't get us
anywhere it
seemed that we had to use a different strategy. Alex jumped annoyed from the
table and
got a speculum. Carmen still stubbornly refused to open her mouth, so in order
to get it
open, I punched her in the stomach. The shock and the pain let her cry out, and
Alex used
this opportunity to ram the speculum in place to force her mouth to stay open.
As
punishment for her refusal she fixed it in a position where the corners of her
mouth ripped
in a little. I held her head so she couldn't turn it away again and Alex
climbed back on the
table, squatting again over her face and started to pee in her mouth. Carmen
tried to fight
my grip, but I held her secure, even as I used one hand to hold her nose. If
she wanted to
breath now she had to swallow the golden nectar. When Alex was finished she
wiped her
pussy clean with her hair and we reversed positions, Alex holding her head
while I was
standing on the table, emptying my bladder in her open mouth. Then we went back
up in
the kitchen to get our own breakfast, letting Carmen savour the taste.
Invigorated and back in our “work clothes” we took the speculum out and gave
Carmen as
a warm-up a quick canning like last night, painting her red like with a brush.
Since she had
all the fun until now we decided that it was time to make her pleasure us for a
change. I



loosened the bounds on her legs a little bit to be able to get nice access to
her cunt and
put a condom on, because first of all I had no idea what diseases a slut like
this carried
around, and second if any of the hot sauce I marinated her cunt with yesterday
was still
there, I didn't want to get anything of it on my dick. Alex squatted over her
face again and
ordered Carmen to lick her good and I was kneeling between her legs, lifted her
hips a
little and started to fuck her. After a few, a little bit boring minutes I said
to Alex: “You are
lucky, such a lousy fuck as her has to be a lesbian. I bet her tongue knows
much better
what to do!” She answered: “No, not really. She is also rather lame with her
mouth. I think
she needs a little motivation.” She jumped from the table, which gave me a look
on
Carmens face. I wasn't able to tell where the tears ended and the pussy juice
started. Alex
came back, sat on her face again and started to use rather rough sandpaper on
her tits.
This abrasive treatment opened old wounds again and created new ones, and soon
both
her tits were blazing red. The pain made her body twitch and clench, which
really improved
things, but it still wasn't enough for Alex. Therefore she took a cup that was
standing
nearby and emptied it's content over Carmens raw tits. It was, again, the
concentrated hot
sauce, and as soon it touched her udders the pain made her buck like a wild
horse and
Alex rode her face like a cowgirl. Her uncontrolled spasms really clenched her
fuckhole
that gripped my dick like a strong hand. So in a matter of minutes both of us
were
cumming wildly and I don't know who screamed more, Carmen or Alex, although
both did it
for very different reasons. Pleased and satisfied, we dismounted our filly and
took a short
break, letting her relish the pain on her big, burning tits.
“That was hot”, Alex said, “but I don't think she is in enough pain. What can
we do to her to
pass the time until lunch?”
“How about a little game? We both take a hand of her and the one who rips out
all five
fingernails with pliers first wins. The winner gets to use Carmen next, while
the looser isn't
allowed to touch his or her privates with any part of her body.” Alex thought a
little
competition would be fun, and so she took her right hand and I took her left,
and we
started removing Carmens nails from her fingers. This wasn't as easy as it
sounds, but
rather hard work. We had to pull and twist until they came off completely,
without breaking
in the process, as this required to start again on the remaining, smaller
piece. We both
hate to loose, so in combination with Carmens exciting screams and the blood
that soon
appeared on her fingertips we were highly motivated. But, as in every game, one
has to
win, the other has to loose, and with a triumphant yell I ripped the last
remaining nail, the
one from her thumb, free. Alex cursed, as she also was nearly finished, and in
her anger
she took Carmens little finger and bent it back until it broke. A last scream
from the tortured
woman signalled the end of our game, and we decided to get something to eat.
But before
we left the cellar, Alex, as the fine hostess she was, wouldn't left our guest
starving, so she
jumped on the table again and squatted once more over Carmens mouth, this time
presenting her anus. “How about a little snack, bitch”, she said, and started
to defecate. As
Carmen started to scream in disgust, and since it was to late to get the
speculum in place,
I forced her mouth open, with one hand pushing her chin down, with the other
holding her
nose again so she depended on her mouth to breath. She fought even harder to
evade
what was coming as before, but to no avail. When the first piece of shit filled
her mouth I
forcefully shut it again, giving her the choice to swallow or to suffocate. She
chose the first
and we repeated the cycle until Alex' intestines were empty. Carmen gagged
heavily, but
Alex wasn't finished with her. “What are you waiting for, toilet girl? Toilet
paper? Out with
your tongue and clean me!” After a few minutes of ass-licking she checked with
a toilet
paper if she was clean, and said, pleased with the result: “I could get used to
have a
human toilet like her, too bad she has to die.” Laughing at the gagging noises
Carmen
made I replied: “There are enough bitches like her in the world. When we have
finished her
we could make this our next project, looking for an adequate toilet for us. It
would certainly
be much fun.” Jumping from the table in my arms we kissed deeply and, after
forcing



Carmen to eat the paper as well, went back upstairs.
When we returned we saw Carmen lie in a puddle of vomit and shit. We checked
her vitals
immediately, because she shouldn't get out of this that easy, like a rock star
chocking on
her own vomit. But fortunately, or maybe unfortunately for her, she was still
alive. As I was
getting the hose, which we installed in the cellar to clean up after our games,
Alex injected
her, since she was barely conscious and we wanted her to get the most out of
our
attention, with a strong stimulant. This wasn't healthy, of course, but the
last thing Carmen
had to worry about were long-time side-effects. I hosed her and the table down,
washing
the mess she made down the drain, which we also installed for the very same
reason we
needed the hose. I thoroughly cleaned her face with the nice side-effect that
the high
pressured jet of water made her think she was drowning. When everything was
neat again,
and after applying room spray to eliminate the stench, the games could
continue.
Alex was curious what I had in mind for her to celebrate my victory. As I am
somewhat of a
foot fetishist, I wanted a foot job from Carmen's nice nyloned feet. Of course
I had to free
her legs for this, thinking she was already broken. But it seemed that the cold
water and
the stimulant gave her enough strength to fight again and as soon as her legs
were free
she started to kick wildly at me. A lucky strike even let her hit my balls, not
really hard, but
enough to hurt and, above all, to really piss me of. So I walked to the toolbox
and got a
ball-peen hammer. With some effort I caught her right leg first, held it down
on the table
with one hand and hit her kneecap with the hammer. It shattered with the first
blow, but I
hit her another three times for good measure. Her screaming was deafening.
Catching her
other leg was no problem now, and I gave her left knee the same treatment,
making sure
that she couldn't kick anyone anymore the rest of her, admittedly short, life.
The downside
was that I had to do all the work now, so I grabbed one of her feet in each
hand and
started to massage my dick with them. Alex climbed the table ones more and
tried to make
Carmen lick her feet, but the pain in her legs seemed to make her
uncooperative. So she
placed her heel on her already broken finger and stepped on it. Carmens
reaction seemed
to have satisfied her as she started to grind all her fingers, one at a time,
like cigarettes. It
looked so hot, and Carmens feet were so soft and sweet, that I quickly came,
squirting my
seed all over those nice little toes. Alex' had broken some of her fingers and
seriously hurt
the rest, so she got bored and jumped from the table. I bent Carmens legs back,
getting
out some really nice screams as the broken bones ground together, and wiped the
sperm
on her feet with her face. Then I brought them back in their usual position,
hard I have to
add, further damaging them as they smashed on the table. The stimulant did a
great job,
because without it she would have passed out from the pain long ago.
However, fun and games were over and Carmen had to be punished for the mess she
made during lunch. I freed her arms now too and pushed her from the table. She
hit the
floor hard and we dragged her to the wall with the steel manacles, lifted her
up and put her
hands in them, fixing her so that she faced the wall. She immediately collapsed
as we let
go of her body, her legs in no shape to carry her. Up to now only the front of
her body got
all our attention, while her backside was completely left out, a situation we
had to rectify.
So both of us got a bullwhip and we started to flog her, concentrating mainly
on her back
and ass, but we didn't forget the back of her legs. When we were finished our
arms were
tired and her back was a bloody mess. She couldn't scream anymore and just
whimpered,
barely conscious.
Alex was all over me and shouted “Fuck me! Fuck me now!”. But I wanted to let
her wait a
little more – after all, I am a sadist – so I said: “We could have it much more
comfortable
then here on the floor. Why not get a mattress?” She looked at me, slightly
confused, but
when I pointed at Carmen she understood. So I freed our toy from the manacles
and let
her collapse in a heap of pain. While I gave her another shot of the stimulant,
Alex covered
a portion of the table with tacks, small shards of broken glass and the content
of a large
packet of salt. I dragged Carmen back and heaved her on her “bed”, making sure
that her



raw back was placed on the special cover Alex had prepared. We quickly cuffed
her arms
and, mostly to increase her discomfort, her legs again. Not a second too soon,
because a
few moments later she was wide awake again, screaming her head off, and tried
with all
her strength to get away from that painful blanket, without a chance of course.
I tightened
her bonds a little more, forcing her body back on the table and giving her even
less
latitude, mainly to minimise the commotion of our “love nest” – that it also
increased her
pain was a nice bonus. Now the bed was made and Alex laid herself on the
squirming
Carmen and we started to fuck like rabbits. As we felt that our wild movements
started to
fracture one of her rips we even got hornier, and as the second rip broke and
she lost
consciousness even with the stimulant, we both came violently, and this time
screams of
lust echoed from the walls of the cellar. We weren't able to wake her up again,
so, since
she was no use to us when she can't feel the pain, we let her rest until the
morning.

The Punishment: Sunday

Sunday morning we got up early, since today we were going to finally destroy
Carmen,
and this involved much work. We woke her from an uneasy sleep and gave her her
liquid
breakfast like yesterday, but without the trouble. After we had eaten she got
another shot
of the stimulant, but it was clearly visible that she already was in a bad
shape. We decided
that a little fucking should wake her up. I freed her legs again, lifted her
pelvis and started
to fuck her in the ass, pressing her body even harder on the rough cover she
laid on since
yesterday evening, and carefully avoiding to hurt myself with it. She still had
the strength to
scream, and to scream even louder when Alex freed her left arm, pressed the
broken
finger together and started to fist-fuck herself with Carmens mangled hand. Her
futile
attempts to resist just made her hornier and she came soon. I couldn't last
long in her tight
orifice either and filled her bowels with my cum.
Now Alex proposed a bet: she thought that Carmen was such a slut that although
she had
hurt her so badly and will finally kill her, she can bring her to an orgasm
nonetheless. If she
was wrong I would fuck Carmen for the last time, but if she was right that
privilege would
be hers. I agreed, thinking that it was impossible for Carmen to still
experience pleasure.
But to be sure, I had a fiendish idea. Telling Alex that I will even give her a
tool to
accomplish her task, I went to the toolbox, got a pair of sharp scissors,
forced Carmens
mouth open and cut her tongue out. I threw it to Alex, saying “Now you have two
tongues
to please her”, and cauterised the wound in her mouth so she wouldn't bleed
out. She
called me a bastard but started nonetheless, assured of her cunt-licking
abilities. I watched
her working and it was amazing. Using her fingers, tongue and also the piece of
Carmens
tongue, she really started to arouse the badly wounded bitch. With astonishment
I saw
that, although the last thing on Carmens mind was to feel pleasure, her body
started to
betray her, and her moans of pain mixed with moans of lust. And finally, after
some time of
hard work on Alex' part, despite all the pain she was in, a climax rolled over
her. I
grudgingly had to acknowledge her victory, and with a broad grin Alex started
to claim her
prize.
She started to stimulate Carmens cunt again, this time with a glass bottle.
After some
playful fucking she pushed it in as far as possible. Leaving it there she got a
gigantic strap-
on and started to fuck her in the ass, brutally ripping open her sphincter.
Double-stuffed,
Carmen started to cry again, which only added to Alex' enthusiasm, as did my
arousal,
since I was obliged to just watch. She had fun this way for quite some time,
but finally she
pulled the bloody fake-phallus out and said: “For your foul-play with the
tongue I also claim
her cunt for me to play with after lunch.” Without much choice, and curious
what she had in
mind, I agreed. But first we had to prepare our meal.
For this we bound Carmens hands and legs tight again. Then we raised the
elevation of
the table until it was in a vertical position. While I was going upstairs to
get something, Alex



started to rub Carmens tits in with olive oil. The bitch was rather confused,
but as she saw
me coming back again with a plate barbecue in my hands she started to
understand. She
tried to plead with us, but without a tongue the garbled sounds that came out
her mouth
were just amusing. When Alex folded out the tray and fixed it at the height of
her tits she
started to fight her binds again, but they were as tight as ever. I placed the
barbecue on
the tray, opened it, laid Carmens big udders on it, closed it again, and
plugged it in. She
frantically pulled on her bonds and tried to get her tits out of the slowly
warming barbecue,
but to no avail. As it got hotter and hotter her screams got louder and louder,
and as her
meat started to sizzle on the hot plates she finally lost consciousness. We let
them fry until
they were medium rare, took them out of the barbecue and placed each one on a
dish.
As Carmen slowly awoke, again with a little help by a stimulant, her eyes
widened in terror
as she saw us eating her tits as if they were steaks! Her screams of pain and
horror were
deafening. Since she hadn't eaten herself the whole day, as good hosts we
shared our
meal with her, of course. I forced her mouth open and Alex stuffed her own
titflesh in it. I
held her nose with one hand and with the other forced her with Alex' help to
make chewing
motions until she had to swallow it or suffocate. We repeated this two or three
times, ate
something ourselves, and finally force-fed her again with her own meat. I
cauterised the
two wounds where her big tits had been that were now digested. In combination
with the
sight, Alex held a mirror in front of Carmen so she could see her ruined body
clearly, the
psychological effect of eating herself pushed her mind over the edge and, as
the stimulant
didn't allow her body to shut down, she sunk in blissful insanity. Having seen
this before, it
was clear to us that she wouldn't last much longer now, so we went to work to
inflict as
much pain as possible in the few hours that were left.
While I was moving the table in a horizontal position again, Alex belted on her
strap-on.
She said: “I promised you your last fuck, bitch”, and pushed the bottle that
she left in her
cunt even more in. Satisfied with her work she took a hammer and shattered the
glass with
one strike, breaking the bottle into a bunch of sharp shards. Then she started
to fuck the
glass-filled cunt with her hard phallus, mercilessly shredding Carmens
innermost parts.
Her screams became inhuman and only filled Alex with more energy to wreck her
womanhood for good. As it was just a ruin anymore she finally stopped and
started to rub
her aroused pussy to a screaming orgasm.
Now we started to systematically destroy what was left of Carmens body. Alex
took her
upper half, broke her elbows with the hammer and trampled on her arms with the
heels of
her sandals. I started to break her little toes, one after the other, and
finally put a hot iron to
her soles. As I masturbated my dick with her burned feet, Alex situated herself
over
Carmens face, and when I came she brought down her stiletto heel on her eye and
popped first one eyeball, then the other! Carmens screams were that of an
animal, not a
human being, as she suddenly couldn't see anymore. But it was not enough for
Alex to
simply blind her, no, she now squatted over the ruins and peed in the empty
sockets!
When we threw her to the floor, her broken limbs dangled in all directions like
that of a rag
doll. We kicked her hard, trying to break every major bone in her body. As I
did much more
damage with my steel toe cap boots than Alex with her sandals, she got angry
and started
to kick Carmens face, breaking first her nose, then her teeth and her jaw,
until it was just a
bloody pulp.
When there was no more damage to be done we dragged her hardly breathing
remains
into the crematorium. Before we pushed her in the furnace she got a last dose
of
stimulants, so that she could enjoy her end. As we closed the doors we saw her
looking up
a last time, so we waved her good-bye and made sure to start the flames slowly,
so that
she could “acclimatise”. We listened to her shrieks and fucked our brains out
until we were
raw. Then we cleaned the playroom, turned the furnace to full power and
retreated to our
bedroom to get some rest. After all, it has been a exhausting weekend for all
of us.




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