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Sexual Material, story meant for people over 18.
Hell, probably not even suitable for people over 18.
Even you sick bastards who read my stuff might have
problems with this story. Maybe we should all just
imagine I never wrote it. Okay? Great.
Reap What You Sow
by Alexi92
"Give her mouth to mouth!"
"Fuck no!"
"Hurry up! She's dying!"
"I'm not putting my mouth anywhere near hers! It's like a cess
pool!"
"Hurry up!"
"Too late. She's dead."
"Oh god, oh god, oh god. What are we going to do?"
"I don't know. But we have to figure it out soon. She's got a
public appearance in two days."
"God, god, god."
"Will you stop pacing like that? You'll make me nervous."
"Make you nervous?! Why aren't you nervous now?! She's dead."
"Yes, and we can't change that. So instead we have to focus on
what we can do."
"Do?! Do?! She's dead!"
"Yes. And she has to be at a movie premiere in two days. Until
then there won't be any problems. We can dispose of the body. But if
she doesn't show up on Tuesday there's going to be questions and
investigations. Someone will figure out what happened and we'll go to
jail, maybe get the death penalty."
"Oh god."
"But if she does appear on Tuesday, and from that day continues
her life as it was there won't be any question and we'll be in the
clear."
"How the hell is she going to continue her life if she's dead?
We're going to jail. We're going to get f..."
"No we aren't. Not if I can think of something."
"She's dead!"
"Shut up!"
"Ow! You hit me!"
"Yes! Now get the horse out of here and calm the fuck down!
I'll take the video equipment apart. When you come back I expect you to
have some fucking ideas on what we can do."
***
Nothing should have gone wrong. The plan was so simple. Ashley
Lash had gone into seclusion for the week preceeding her latest movie
in hopes of avoiding the media hoopla. Already an A-list star at 28,
the talented brunette bombshell had completely disapeared from the
public eye. Only a few key people knew her whereabouts and even they
were only to contact her for emergencies. The only break in her self-
imposed disapearance was an appearance on the Tonight show.
That was the oppurtunity Sam and Neil had been looking for.
Using their contacts they were able to get Neil a job as the chaufer
for Ashley's limo. After her talk show appearance Miss Lash found
herself in the back of her courtesey transportation. It smelled
peculiar.
"Is there something wrong with the engine?"
"I don't think so? Is something the matter Miss Lash?"
"It just smells funny."
"Oh that's the gas."
"Is it a special brand?"
"No. Actually I meant the knock out gas that's being pumped
into your compartment."
"The what?"
After that the conversation was moot. She was out.
When she came to she was naked and in a barn. Her ankle had
been chained to a pole sitcking out of the floor. Ashley's mind raced
with nervous, terrifying thoughts. She gradually became aware that two
men were watching her. She crouched into herself, covering her nudity
with her arms.
"What's going on?"
Sam was behind the camera so it was up to Neil to offer
explanations.
"It's quite simple Miss Lash. You've been kidnapped."
"What?"
"Kidnapped."
"You won't get away with it."
"I think we will. We've done it before, and to stars bigger
than you."
"You're lying."
"Maybe. You'll never know. And no one will ever know you've
been kidnapped. We'll let you go before your movie premiere. You'll go
back to your life and pretend nothing ever happened. And if you don't
then we'll release the tape that my friend happens to be making right
now."
"That's blackmail."
"That's right. Now if you'll lower your arms. We've got film of
you naked, but it's all while you were lying there like a dead fish. We
want to get some of you awake."
"No!"
"Okay."
Neil walked over to her. She crawled back as fast as she could
without taking her arms away from anywhere important. But eventually
the chain attached to her ankle went taught and she couldn't go any
further. Neil reached out to her.
Ashley batted his hand away, but he kept at it. Furiously she
tried to keep his horrid hand from touching her body. This was a
mistake because she suddenly exposed her breasts to the open and Neil
was able to pinch her nipple.
Pain shot through her breast. Neil held on tightly, increasing
the pressure on her nipple until the pain became unbearable. She
screamed.
"You see," Neil shouted over the voice. "As long as we don't
hurt you anywhere that someone might see, there will be no proof that
you've ever been abducted. Unless you want to flash your tits to some
cop. And that's not even mentioning what we can do to your cunt."
"Let go!"
"I'll let go if you stop resisting."
"Okay! Okay!"
Neil let go of the abused nub. Ashley's hand shot to it,
massaging the sore nipple away from the pain.
"What are you going to do to me?" she asked, biting back the
tears.
"We'll film you doing different acts of depraved sex. If you
ever reveal what happened here to anyone we'll release the tape to the
press, internet, and porn dealers. It'll become even more famous than
that Pamela Anderson/ Tommy Lee fuck tape. Your career might survive,
but everyone's going to see you as the deviant sex girl. It'll come up
in every interview, in every article ever written about you. It's what
you'll be remembered for."
The thought chilled Ashley.
Almost as much as what the man meant by depraved sex.
"If you fail to do anything we tell you to then we'll give you
pain. We're in a secluded area so no one will hear you scream. A
cliche, but true. We've got whips, cattleprods, you name it. If you
really piss us off we'll descend into torture. I'd just love the
oppurtunity to shove some needles into your tits so don't tempt me. We
also have a dildo with long sharp studs on it. If you don't want us to
use it on you you'll do as you're told. Understand?"
"Yes," Ashley muttered weakly.
"Good. Then let's get this video underway. You're a pretty good
actress so this should be pretty easy for you. I've written some cue
cards for you to read. Say your lines while you masturbate. This is so
if we have to release the video we can edit out anything that makes it
look like coercion. As far as the world will be concerned you did
everything by your own consent. Now take a few moments to stop the
crying and then start."
It was easier said than done. But the fear was a good
motivator. And after some deep breaths she was able to put on a
passable performance.
She lightly circled her fingers around the lips of her pussy.
"Hi everyone. It's me Ashley Lash. When I'm not making movies I
like to take some time and partake in something I really enjoy,
hardcore deviant sex games."
Her middle finger began to massage the inner folds of her cunt.
"There's nothing I like more than licking cum off a big black
dildo that I've had in my shit hole after a big cock shoots its load up
my ass."
More fingers played with her cunt, tickling her clit, rubbing
the sensitive interior of her hot sex.
"Or taking a horse's big brown cock into my big slutty mouth so
I can taste his Kentucky Derby meat as it throbs between my full
voluptuous lips. I love the way it feels fucking my face like the whore
I am."
Both hands were moving furiously in and out of her cunt as she
frantically fucked herself.
"Then I take the biggest dog I can find and let it fuck my
cunt. I'm such a slut that my cunt is loose from fucking every cock I
can find. Now only the biggest doggy's cock can fill me up. So I become
any dog's bitch if it can fill my gaping hole."
Ashley's body began to react to the constant stimulation. She
could feel her pleasure level raise, as if her entire body were being
tickled. She could feel something coming. Her hands moved even faster
inside her cunt.
"And I'll be performing all these and more for you on this
video ..."
That last part made her blanch for a second. But Neil held up a
nasty looking thing with sharp things poiting out of it. And besides
she could feel herself reaching a climax. If she just moved her hands a
little more faster...
"... because I'm such a whore. A whore for cock and popularity.
And I want to be very popular! And I want a lot of
cock...Oooooooooooooooooooooooh! Ooooh! Aaaaaaaaaaaaaah! Oh god!
Oooooooo-oooooooooooh!"
Neil smiled. He couldn't have planned it better.
After that Ashley did everything they told her to. She let Neil
cum in her ass and plug up her asshole with a long thick dildo. Then
after drinking a combination milkshake-laxative, followed by rubbing
her cunt against a rake handle, she pulled the dildo out and licked the
cum and shit from it until it was clean. The rest of the shit, which
she couldn't conrtol from falling on the floor at varied intervals, she
had to smear on her body and lick off as sensually as she could. She
started with her fingers, then slowly down her thigh, continuing down
her calf, and ending at her big toe. Next Neil had her lick the shit
from her tits, starting with the nipples so that each was cleanly
protruding from the layer of waste. After she had manhandled her
breasts to clean off the filth with her tongue the two men relented and
washed her off with a hose as she danced like a well paid stripper.
Neil made sure that some of the high pressure streams of water shot
into her cunt and ass, penetrating her body with cold blasts of liquid.
She fucked a German Sheppard, and then a Doberman Pincher, and
then a goat, until her cunt got so raw that even a Chihuahua had her
screaming that she didn't care if the tape was released, just for the
love of god, don't let anything get near her cunt again. So instead
they filmed her kissing and giving oral sex to a blow up doll. To
follow that up they let a baby kitten try and nurse on her breasts. The
little cat licked and bit on Ashley's nipples for an hour before Neil
had the abused actress feed it from a bottle, a bottle that she had to
hold by pressing her tits around it.
The only problem that came up was when was sucking on the
horse's cock. It suddenly came in her mouth and she choked to death.
***
"Have you thought of anything?"
"Yeah. You remember that movie where the guy pretends to be the
president after the president almost dies."
"Yeah."
"So what if we get a girl that looks exactly like Lash and then
have her immitate Lash. Then we arrange for 'Lash' to have an accident,
leave our dead body at the scene, and then kill the fake one."
"No good. The fake Lash might trip up between the time of the
replacement and the accident. Also, the fake one would know we might
kill her to silence her so she would be a loose cannon. The fake
accident might work though."
"So what if we leave the body at a car wreck?"
"Too suspicious, she has to attend the Premiere."
"Why?"
"Because if not then the last person to see her alive was her
limo driver."
"Oh right."
"Christ Sam, use your brain."
"Sorry, but I've never had one die on me before."
"Me neither. But we should be able to come up with something.
We're not idiots. We've orchestrated millions of succesful kidnappings."
"Oh man, we're going to jail."
"Wait..."
***
Jack shoved the cattleprod back against the woman's tit. It was
one of the old style prods, before the glory days of electric. She
screamed as the sharp points jammed into her breast.
She was a blonde haired country music singer name Laura. Jack
didn't really know her music, but he had flipped onto some country
music video cable channel and had been instantly obsessed with her.
Kidnapping her had been easy. She had been spending a lot of time on
her ranch alone while she tried to write songs for a new album. People
had been instructed not to contact her, she would contact them when she
was ready. No one would be missing her for a while.
"No, no, no!" Jack shouted angrilly. "I said to sit on the
saddle so the horn is in your ass, not your cunt, you stupid bitch!"
She was naked except for a black cowboy had and cowboy boots,
the only clothes she was allowed to wear, forced to wear. And at the
moment she was curled up on the floor of his basement screaming her
apologies.
Jack had decided to film her using a western theme. He started
off by having her shovel manure until her naked body glimmered with
sweat. Then she had laid down upon the manure, her body sinking into
the pile of shit, as Jack fucked her. Once he had shot his cum inside
of her she had to clean his cock with her mouth and then lick any
manure which happened to have gotten on him. From there she was made to
milk a cow using her tits to pull on the udder.
It was all downhill from there.
***
"Read the cue cards bitch!"
"Yes! Just don't use the cattleprod again!"
"Ready?! Action!"
"Oh my," Laura said, trying to sound as convicing as
possible. "This cow sure looks like it needs milking."
She sat down on the milking stool and looked at Jack behind the
camera. If she didn't do this right he'd hurt her again. Probably stab
her in the cunt this time.
The cold air from outside breezed into the barn and across
Laura's skin. She felt the cold hardest in her exposed cunt, but her
nipples stiffened as well. She pushed the brim of her hat up a little
and grabbed hold of the bull's cock.
The bull snorted and Laura froze with fear. But Jack motioned
to her to continue and suddenly the bull wasn't the most frightening
thing in the room. She slowly tugged on the cock, letting the skin on
the shaft move beneath her fingers. She tugged slowly at first, but as
the bull became more relaxed she increased her pace. Her hands
maniuplated the cock as if it were an instrument. She looked up and
read the next card.
"This cow's udder sure feels nice in my hands. Reminds me of a
cock! Boy I sure wish I was getting fucked right now instead of doing
these chores. A slut like me is only happy when she's got a cock
sliding in her sloppy cunt."
She kept tugging, looking up every now and then to see if a new
card was there for her to read.
"Boy this sure is taking a long time, and my hands are getting
tired. I bet if I used my mouth things would go faster. I've got lots
of practice sucking cocks, I bet an udder ain't no different."
She got on all fours and climbed underneath the bull. She
opened her mouth, craweled forward, and closed her lips around the
animal's shaft. The animal made some sort of noise, but otherwise
didn't resist. The thing was huge. Laura almost had to distend her jaw
just to get the cock in her mouth. She began thrusting her head, giving
the bull a blowjob, sliding the long brown shaft between her supple
lips. Her tongue, tasting the length of the animal's tube, was pressed
to the bottom of her mouth by the mammoth cock, which acted like a
fleshy tongue depresser that filled her entire mouth.
Her head thrust beneath the bull's body for a while before she
tasted a slightly bitter liquid in her mouth. Quickly she pulled her
head away from the tool invading her mouth, and grabbed the glass that
Jack had given her earlier. Positioning the glass she filled it with
the semen that shot from the bull's member.
When it was full Laura stood up. The rest of the bull's seed
splattered on to the ground. Laura looked straight at the camera.
"Hmmm. That's not much milk. But I guess I've got to make the
best of it."
She pressed the glass to her lips and lifted it back. The
entire glass of bull cum flowed into her mouth where she swallowed it
with greedy gulps, trying very hard to taste as little of it as
possible. When it was all gone she looked at the camera again.
"My, that was the tastiest milk I've ever had. Tastier than the
time I gave blowjobs to all of daddy's farm hands and got to taste
their man meat while the fucked my face the way it was meant to. I
think I'll go back for seconds."
Laura got on her hands and knees again and licked the rest of
the bull's semen off the ground, moaning as she did so. She completed
the spectacle by washing off the bull's cock, giving it a final kiss
when she was done.
***
To complete the milking trilogy Jack hooked Laura up to a
milking machine and let it drain her of a couple pints of milk. He
decided it wasn't enough and hooked one of the pumps to her cunt,
making her masturbate a pint of juices with her hands before he would
remove the torturous device which was sucking her sensitive cunt raw.
Now he was trying to do a rodeo. He was trying to get her onto
a mechanical bull while her ass was impaled on the horn but she wasn't
cooperating. And there was only one solution for that. The cattleprod
it would be. And the bitch better be ready for when he filled her
cowboy hat with horse cum and then made her put it back on, unable to
wipe the cum as it flowed down her face and down her tits.
That's when he heard a floorboard creak behind him. The next
second he was no longer awake.
***
"You're a sick one Jack."
"Really sick."
"I don't know what you're talking about."
"Kidnapping, rape, torture."
"Whatever."
"He doesn't think we're serious, Sarge."
"Then he's brain dead, Lou."
"You know what this is? Police brutality. And where the hell
was your warrant?"
"Oh we got a warrant. We got a warrant and whole lot more."
"We found the tapes you brain dead idiot. Really stupid of you
to keep tapes of your crimes."
"Most of your victims are willing to testify too. You might as
well just confess."
"You've got no case. Those girls aren't going to say anything,
and you know it. And those tapes, I think you'll find that all they
prove is a bunch of women came to me to fulfil their sickest fantasies.
You don't have anything on me that will stick after a competent lawyer
goes through it."
"Oh yeah? Remember Tabitha Boyle? Her career ain't what it used
to be. In fact it's shit. She's willing to testify, hell, she wants the
tape she's in. She figures if she's the only one with exclusive rights
she could make a mint. There's a bunch more saying the same thing. They
don't mind letting the world see them as sluts if they can control how
much it costs."
"And we found your unedited tapes. The ones where the girls are
begging to be let go."
"..."
"What was that Jack?"
"Yeah Jack, didn't hear you."
"Shit."
"No duh Jack."
"Might as well confess Jack."
"What if I do?"
"Well, it'll look better for you at trial, won't it Sarge?"
"Absolutely. A man truly sorry for what he's done. Admits it
like a man. He knows he's sick. Might be able to plea insanity."
"Lot better than life in jail. Maybe death penalty."
"Death penalty?"
"You did some bad shit Jack."
"Death penalty?"
"Really bad shit?"
"I didn't kill no one."
"Don't fuck with us Jack."
"I didn't kill anyone."
"Come on Jack, you remember, Ashley Lash."
"The movie star? What about her?"
"You killed her Jack."
"No I didn't. Yeah, I admit I did that other shit, but I never
killed anyone."
"Don't be stupid Jack. You can't half confess. Doesn't look
right if you only confess part way. Makes you look bad, like you want
your cake and eat it too. Juries don't like that."
"I didn't kill her."
"Of course you did Jack. We found the body in your ranch."
"What?!"
"Right by your horse, where you left her."
"I didn't!"
"It won't look good Jack. This is a big case now. Killer of a
famous movie star made her perform the sickest acts imaginable. Known
history. Oh, state's bringing in their big guns. If you confess you
won't have a jury listening to some big shot, never lost a case ever,
lawyer tell them how sick you are. Spare yourself the humiliation."
"I didn't kill anyone!"
"Have it your way Jack."
"Yeah, hope you like old Sparky."
***
Jack Westinghouse was executed for the murder of Ashley Lash as
well as his crimes against humainty, although that charge was
unnofficial. Sam and Neil continued to abduct women and blackmail them
by making them perform depraved acts of sex. They have never shown
anyone their tape of the death of Ashley Lash, even though they often
masturbate to it.
But just last week the abducted that skinny Russian model, you
know the one that's been on every fucking magazine cover known to man,
and made her play in a kiddy pool filled with the cum of various
animals. By the time they were done her entire body had a thick, shiny
coating of sperm. So did some of her inner body. She had been made to
take big globs of animal cum in her hands, reach into her cunt, and
spread it as far up herself as she could. Of course before they let her
go she had to drink the rest of the pool. To be fair, they gave her a
straw, even if it did have a dildo built around it so she had to suck
the entire pool up through a large plastic cock.
The police never did figure out who left the anonymous phone
call. Not that they cared, there's a reason they're called anonymous.
END
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Even I can't believe I wrote this. Man this is nowhere near anything
else I've written. Except for Wondermike & Joan of Arc. And maybe the
later parts of Braniacal Genius. Okay, maybe I can believe I wrote
this, doesn't mean I don't think it's sick.
Kind of.
Maybe.
I began writing these stories for two reasons, conceit and
disapointment. So in other words I started writing because I gave in to
the dark side. Basicly I was noticing that there weren't many stories
that interested me and what few there were just weren't that good.
(disapointment) I thought, hey I could write better stories than that.
(conceit) And then I thought, so why the fuck don't you.
So I did.
Not the most pleasent of origins, but there you are. I get off on human
suffering and so I wrote it down. But I also get off on romantic happy
endings, especially if they come out of human suffering. So I write
those too. This just isn't one of them. I guess I'm insane.
And I'm still not proofreading.
feedback is appreciated. Send comments to
alexi92@hotmail.com
Most of my stories are archived at
http://members.theglobe.com/alexi92
The later ones aren't yet. Give me a few months.
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Pursuant to the Berne Convention, this work is copyright with all rights
reserved by its author unless explicitly indicated.
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