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comment: I wrote this "to order" for a bisexual student who
wanted a kidnap by lesbians and snuff story about herself.

"Gail's Halloween"
    by Libertine

Her aunt, the one she never liked very well, invited Gail to
visit New Orleans, reserving a room at The Frenchman, a quaint
hotel just outside the French Quarter. It was late October, and
the muggy summer had given way to really nice weather. Gail, free
to explore and learn, outfitted herself at one of those touristy
boutiques, the better to experience Bourbon Street at night. She
put on her new thong "panties", no more cloth than it would take
to cover her hand, and some black vinyl low slung very short
shorts. A matching black vinyl halter top almost covered her
breasts, which weren't huge but which bulged out a bit around the
edges. She put on her new black fuck-me pumps with 4-inch heels
and a long black wig to cover her long brown hair. The final
touch was more than enough "Gothic" black eye make-up, which
suggested she might be related to a raccoon. She had no pockets,
so she tucked the room key in her thong. She was too young to
drink, and it was only walking distance, so she figured she
didn't need money or identification.

Any night, after dark, Bourbon Street is a crush of party goers,
and this night was more crowded than usual, with jazz blaring
from half a dozen bars. A dozen guys offered to buy her a drink
or take her for a ride, and few groped her, which she found sort
of flattering at first but then a bit frightening when one guy
wouldn't take no for an answer. "Listen, if it dresses like a
whore and it struts like a whore, then it must be a whore. You're
asking for it."

She was about to explain that she wasn't old enough for that sort
of thing when a husky female voice said, "Back off, Buster. She's
jail bait." and the guy melted into the throng of people carrying
plastic cups of beer or Margueritas. Gail looked and saw a
striking blonde, probably six feet tall and built like a swimsuit
model. For an instant, Gail thought she might be a plainclothes
cop, but Gail didn't think a cop would dress like that. She had a
black dress with a zipper all the way up the front, and the top
of the zipper was open to the navel, and the lower part was open
pretty far, too. "You a tourist?"

"Yes."

"Sometimes we girls need to stick together, for mutual
protection. Mind if I stick with you?"

"No, not at all. I'd be grateful. It is rather crowded, here,
isn't it? And some of these guys..."

"We're safer together. Do you know your way around?"

"No, not really."

"Let's go down to Jackson Square, by the cathedral."

"OK."

"Would you like a Marguerita? I'm buying."

"OK, thanks."

"Here, take this one. I haven't touched it. I'll get another."
The blonde bought another from a street vendor while Gail sipped
at hers. She'd never had one before, but it tasted pretty good,
fruity. "My name's Wendy." said the blonde, taking Gail's elbow
to guide her.

"Gail."

"Good. Follow me, Gail."

They made it as far as Pirate's Alley, in the gloom behind the
cathedral, when Gail's legs gave out. "I don't understand." she
said, "I can't seem to walk straight. I can't be drunk, with one
drink, can I?"

"Here, let me steady you, Gail." That was the last voice Gail
heard before she passed out.

When Gail regained her senses, she was lying on her side on a
bare wooden floor in a dim room. Her wrists were taped together
behind her back. She seemed to be alone, but then the blonde,
Wendy, appeared with a small crowd of men and women. Wendy hauled
Gail to her feet and turned her to face the crowd. "Nice,
teen-age flesh. Cleaned up a bit, she'd look like a virgin. She
might even be a virgin, for all I know. What am I bid?" Gail was
really frightened then. She had lost her wig and heels, and she
felt like a helpless school girl in front of these people.

"Come on, let's see the goods." said a hoarse-voiced man. Wendy
released the strings of the halter and peeled the vinyl away from
Gail's breasts.

"See, womanly yet girlish. Nice pink nipples." Wendy pinched
Gail's left nipple. "Responsive, too." Gail was so embarrassed,
and she couldn't cover herself with her hands. Her mind was still
fuzzy...she must have been drugged...and she didn't even resist
when Wendy pulled the vinyl shorts down to Gail's knees. Wendy
pulled the thong down, too, and took Gail's room key. Gail kept
her knees pressed together and tried to bend over. She couldn't
handle having all these men staring at her down there. "There you
have it. What's Jennifer Lopez got that this chick hasn't got?"

"Talent?"

"A better business manager."

"Girlie, have you ever given head before?" called an unshaven
man. Gail shook her head.

"Do you like to take it in the ass?" asked another. She shook her
head.

"Come on, what am I bid?" said Wendy.

"Shit." said a bearded man in a fancy suit, "I can't put her on
the street, and if the word got out that she was in one of my
houses.... You couldn't pay me to take her off your hands." In a
few minutes, it was clear to Wendy there would be no quick sale.
She shooed away the pimps. Then she blindfolded Gail and pushed
her down a hallway and into another room.

"Esther, this is Gail. Gail, Esther, my room mate. Be a nice girl
and say hello to Esther by licking her pussy."

"No, I've never done that."

Wendy forced Gail to her knees and, with a hand around the back
of her neck, pushed her face toward Esther's pussy. Gail felt
smooth thighs against her ears and cheeks, and then her lips were
pressed against the hairless lips of a woman's vulva! "Lick!"
Gail tentatively extended her tongue. The ammonia smell of stale
urine made her pull back, but Wendy shoved hard and forced Gail
to kiss the puffy lower lips. "Slide your tongue between her
labia and lick that clit." Gail couldn't bring herself to do it.

"All right, brat, I'll give you some motivation." While Wendy
held Gail down, Esther got up and came back with a bottle with a
long, tapered neck, which she slid across Gail's breast, so she
could feel it. It might have been a wine bottle. Gail cried out
as Wendy unexpectedly thrust the mouth of the bottle into Gail's
anus. "Now, you do as I say,or I'll push this bottle deeper and
deeper until your asshole tears wide open. Understand?"

Gail already felt terribly raped by the bottle. "Yes, I'll do as
you say. Just don't...."

Again Gail's mouth was forced against Esther's cunt, but Gail did
as she was told and explored Esther's vulva with her tongue, even
sucking on Esther's large clit until Esther came with a gush
which drenched Gail's face.

"Now do me." Gail repeated the performance on Wendy's naked cunt,
making Wendy come three times before being allowed to lift her
head.

With the bottle still in her ass, Gail was made to straddle a
bench and her ankles were taped to the legs of the bench. Then a
rope between her taped wrists pulled her downward into a
squatting position, knees bent, with the base of the bottle
against the bench. The rope was tied off, and Gail was left in an
awful position. Her whole weight was supported by her bent legs,
with the muscles in the front of her thighs keeping her knees
from bending further. If she allowed her knees to bend, the
bottle would be forced deeper into her body, stretching her anus.
Minutes went by, and Gail's muscles ached with the strain.
"Please." she called out."I can't stand the pain!" At one point,
she couldn't help relaxing her legs for just an instant, and the
bottle stretched her anus painfully, making her strive to support
her weight. "Unnngh!" she groaned, and sank once again toward the
bench, raping her ass with the bottle. Finally, her tortured
muscles could stand it no longer. She fell back on the bottle,
taking the weight of her body on her tortured anus, while her
thigh muscles, the quadriceps femoris, twitched uncontrollably
with a searing pain.

Gail felt Wendy and Ester lift her up and remove the bottle. She
could feel blood trickle down from her torn anus. "She'll learn
to take it in the ass." said Wendy. Gail, of course, could not
see what she was doing, but Wendy drove a corkscrew deep into the
end of a cucumber. She lubricated the end and pushed half the
cucumber into Gail's rectum, so it stretched Gail's anus. Using
the corkscrew as a handle, she fucked Gail's ass with the
cucumber, while Gail struggled to escape it.

Esther said something Gail couldn't hear, and Wendy pushed the
cucumber all the way in, so that Gail's anus more or less closed
around the shank of the corkscrew and the handle prevented the
cucumber from getting lost inside her. The two women rolled Gail
onto her back and forced her knees up toward her chest. They
passed some sort of strap behind Gail's back and her bound arms,
with the ends coming forward at the arm pits. They passed the
strap behind Gail's knees and fastened the ends together. As they
tightened it, Gails thighs mashed her breasts, forcing them
together and she rolled up, with her vulva facing the ceiling.

Someone poured a vile tasting drink into Gail's mouth, strongly
flavored with lime or something. They pinched her nostrils to
make sure she swallowed it all, and then they made her drink a
quart or more of water, so her stomach felt it would burst.  They
lifted her and hung her on a wall, the strap between her bound
arms over a hook in the wall. Then they left her to suffer.

Time dragged. There were gassy gurgling sounds in Gail's belly,
and the pain of guts stretching. Her rectum filled, but she
couldn't shit, for the cucumber blocked the exit. Finally, her
tortured intestines spasmed as if in knots,and with a scream she
propelled the cucumber from her burning anus. It was followed by
a gush of smelly stuff and then dribbles for what must have been
hours. Finally, the pain subsided, and she thought she could
smell lime; the vile stuff had gone right through her!

In time, she heard some sounds of traffic, and she figured it
must be dawn. Then Wendy and Esther returned. "Look at that.
Little girl Gail has made a mess of herself."

"All the better to take it in the ass."

Gail felt them hosing her off, and sluicing the shit down some
sort of drain, she supposed. They shoved the hose into her rectum
and kept pushing as the water spewed out her anus around the
hose. She could feel the hose turning a corner, reaching way up
inside her almost to her ribs, before they stopped rinsing her
out. "Should we?" asked Esther.

"Why not." replied Wendy. "She'll enjoy it."

Curled up as she was, Gail's vulva was thrust upward and outward.
They positioned the hose at the upper juncture of Gail's outer
labia and taped it in position, so that the water ran down her
genital groove like a river down a canyon. The initial thrust of
the water beat on her clitoris, and then it ran between her inner
labia, making them flutter, and swirled around the entrance to
Gail's vagina, before it finally splashed to the floor. She had
never felt anything even vaguely like it, an unrelenting
stimulation of her clitoris and vagina which sent tingles through
her. The sensation built and built, until Gail experienced an
orgasm the like of which she hadn't even dreamed of, reading
romance novels about explosions in the loins.

No sooner had she caught her breath than it started building
again, slowly but relentlessly, until once again her mind was
blown by a super orgasm. Then there was another and another. The
cumulative effect was like a drug. She had no conception of time;
everything was in the present, and each orgasm was like the very
first, for she could hardly remember the last. She lost track of
time and number, fifty? A hundred?  Who cared? Unlike a finger or
a vibrator, the water didn't rub her sensitive membranes, so they
did not get sore or numb from overstimulation.

Sometime, hours later?, they ripped off the hose and lifted Gail
down from her hook. "Need a drink?"

"Yes, please. And I'm very hungry."

"You can have a Coke. You can't have anything solid, after all
the work we did cleaning you out." They untied her, but left the
blindfold on. They put her on her feet, but she was too wobbly to
stand, so they let her sit and sip her drink. The doorbell rang.

"Back to work, bitch." Wendy answered the door, while Esther bent
Gail over a bar stool, belly down, and tied her hands and feet to
the rungs of the stool. Her rump was uppermost, and her head was
somewhere near her knees. The visitors were several men. They
raped her ass and stuffed their dicks down her throat, but never
bothered with her vagina. Gail thought she must have swallowed a
cup of cum, and another cupful was running down her thighs. There
was no pleasure in it, only a sore jaw and a burning ass hole.
Another few visitors came in, and it was more of the same, except
that one "client" douched her ass with a bottle of soda,
unwilling to take sloppy seventeeth. Another, when he was done,
left a burning cigarette in her anus and watched her squirm as it
burned down and heated the tender skin around the anus. She was
saved from a serious burn only by the timely arrival of another
man, who was impatient for her ass.

When more customers failed to show up, the women made Gail eat
out their pussies and then tied her, spread-eagle, on a bed,
where she was able to get some sleep.

Morning, however, brought more torment. Two more lesbians showed
up, and the four of them made Gail go down on them. One even
insisted Gail "rim" her anus. By now, Gail was light-headed from
hunger and abuse; she hardly cared, just did what she was told.
Someone put a vacuum cleaner hose over Gail's left nipple and
tried to suck her breast into it. That hurt. One put Gail on her
back on the floor, then sat on Gail's stomach while she used a
rolling pin on Gail's breasts. Three of them held Gail down while
someone poured nail polish remover over Gail's clit, laughing as
Gail thrashed and screamed and cursed them all for burning her
cunt.

One of them said, "I've never seen it done. Let's hang her by her
tits."

"OK, I've got some clothesline." It took some experimentation,
but they finally had Gail's breasts looking like round, ripe
tomatoes, and they hauled her up until her toes left the floor.
The pain wasn't as bad as the nail polish in the cunt, and there
was even a sexually stimulating component, some sort of nervous
connection with her crotch. Still, the women decided to stop
Gail's protests with a gag. Then they took turns whipping her
with a cane or a fishing rod or such, all over, even her tortured
tits, until her body was a mass or red welts. They lifted her
ankles and held them far apart, while someone poured a hot liguid
over Gail's pubic hair, all the way back to her anus. The liquid
cooled to a semi-solid mass. They must have embedded an eye or a
rope in the mass, for when the women released Gail's ankles, she
did not fall. She hung there, almost upside down, with most her
weight supported by her pubic hair. With a ripping noise her
entire pubic bush tore loose from her body. Her pelvis dropped
and she swung like a pendulum from her bound breasts.

A phone rang, and Wendy answered it. "Got a customer." They
lowered Gail to the floor and unwound the rope from around her
tortured tits. The sensation, as blood flow was restored,
overwhelmed her. A finger slid between her labia. "Yup, she's
wet. We'd better get her cleaned up."

"Should we wash off that awful eye make-up?"

"Naw, let's just leave the blindfold on. Help me massage her
tits, so they will look fairly normal, and then, while we wait,
she can lick our pussies.

Gail was in no shape to resist whatever they wanted to do to her.
She was tired, thirsty, hungry, and bruised all over. The
blindfold prevented her seeing; she didn't even know where she
was or what time of day it was. She just couldn't think straight.
He jaws and tongue were tired by the time the buyers arrived.

The buyers examined the goods, and seemed happy to get a good
looking teen-age girl. "You say she's a virgin?"

"Oh, yes." assured Wendy. "She's never had a man's prick in her
cunt."

"Is that so, girl?"

"Yes."

"OK, we'll take her off your hands." Gail, still blindfolded and
with her wrists taped behind her back, was stuffed into a trunk.
The lid was closed. The trunk was carried out and placed in a
vehicle. Gail could not tell the time, but it seemed a long ride,
with not many stops, so she concluded they were no longer in New
Orleans, were likely in a rural area. She felt the trunk being
lifted and carried and dropped on a hard floor.

When the lid was opened, they hauled Gail out and stood her,
naked, barefoot, on a wooden floor. The tape which bound her
wrists and the blindfold were removed. She saw that she was in a
place like a church, but it was crazy. The candles were black.
Behind the altar was a heavy wooden cross, but it was upside
down, with the crossbar at the bottom. Her new "owners" were
dressed in black hooded robes, like monks, except that some were
women who let their robes fall open. They were naked underneath,
with their pubic hair removed.  The one in charge seemed to be an
older woman with pendulous breasts and an apron of fat that hung
half way over her cunt. She wore a heavy gold chain with a
pentacle pendant. Number two was thin and wrinkled and toothless.
She looked as if she had died and been dried out, a walking
corpse.

"Welcome to the church of Saint Syphilis." said the fat one. She
wheezed a little laugh. "It's All Hallows Eve, Halloween, time
for a black mass, and you are the guest of honor, our human
sacrifice."

The words, "human sacrifice." really got Gail's attention. Not
even thinking, she bolted for the door, though the chances of
escaping, naked, out in the bayous of Louisiana, were pretty
slim. She didn't get twenty feet before she was tackled and
buried under robed bodies. "Shall I pluck her eyes out?" asked
the thin one.

"She won't escape." replied the fat one. "Let her see what's in
store." Turning to some of the "sisters", she added."Put some
weights in that trunk. We're going to have to sink the body when
we are through. Before we start the service,we need to make the
communion wine and consecrate the host."

Struggle was useless. They lifted the cross down and laid it on
the altar. They lifted Gail and placed her on her back, atop the
cross. Her feet they pulled apart and bound to the cross beam,
the soles flat against what would be the vertical surface of the
cross. Necessarily, then, her knees were bent, even as her
"virgin" cunt was obscenely displayed between her widespread
thighs. Somehow, it was worse, with no pubic hair. It was all so
exposed. They bent her arms back and tied her hands to the
upright of the cross, behind her head. The dried up hag brought
communion wafers. She fingered Gail's exposed labia and clitoris
until her vagina fairly oozed pussy juice. Then each wafer was
dipped into Gail's exposed vagina, until they had several dozen.
For the communion wine, they needed virgin's blood. The fat one
teased Gail's clit to stiffness, then deftly sliced the tip off
with a razor. The erect clitoris, like an erect penis, is
engorged with blood. Gail howled with despair, if not actual
pain, as she half filled a silver communion chalice. While the
thin witch added wine and stirred, the monks picked up the cross
and erected it behind the altar.

Now Gail was "crucified" on an upside down cross. With her arms
beside her ears, she could not support any of her weight with her
arms. Her strangely spread and bent lower limbs, with her toes
pointed straight down, had to support her, but the strain on her
muscles was extreme, much as it was when she was straining to
keep the bottle from stretching her anus. The church filled with
"monks" and "nuns", who genuflected before Gail and took their
places, standing, for the service. Blood from her severed
clitoris dribbled from between her legs until the fat one
cauterized the wound, stopping the bleeding, with a glowing hot
poker. "The Devil's mark!" she said, louder than Gail's sobs of
anguish, and she drew a pentagram on Gail's hairless mons
veneris, just above her labia.

The mass itself was incomprehensible, recited in Latin,
backwards. Gail caught very few words, but she heard from time to
time the names of devils or demons: Magog, Baal, Beelzebub,
Asmodeus, Astaroth, Abbaddou, Azazel, Belial, Leviatian, Mammon,
Pafman, Ariton, and, several times, Satan. At one point, the fat
one turned to Gail, proclaimed, "Satan's penis", and thrust a
huge, spiked phallus into Gail's virgin vagina. The invading tool
was supported by a telescoping rod, braced against the crossbar
of the cross, so Gail needed every bit of effort to hold her body
up. If her knees bent even a bit more, Satan's rod would rend her
vagina.  Her sobs and cries nearly drowned out the rest of the
ritual, as she pleaded for relief. It was not coming.

As the ceremony ended, the thin witch touched Gail with a cattle
prod, sending a jolt of electricity through her anus and
perineum. Her muscles contracted, momentarily lifting her up, so
the barbed penis lacerated her vaginal walls. Then, exhausted,
her muscles gave out, and she sank down on the Devil's tool,
which displaced her womb and tore into her abdominal cavity. She
knew then that she was going to die. Even if she were rescued,
she would die of peritonitis over the next few days, and there
was no way a surgeon could repair her ruined sex organs. She sank
further, almost squatting as the spiked penis tore through her
guts. She did not suffer much longer, however, for, to the
accompaniment of chanting, the Satanic priestess took a box
cutter and slit Gail from between her breasts, down the midline
of her belly, almost to the Devil's brand above her stuffed and
ruined cunt. Initially, the incision didn't hurt much, for the
blade was sharp and it was cutting through connective tissue.
However, when the witch thrust both hands into Gail's abdomen and
began to pull out loops of intestines. Gail shrieked and fainted,
never to regain consciousness.


                          -- The End --


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