Horror Woods, Chapter 4 by ShinwaNoTanuki (aka Jake Baker) Brandy blanches, looking at the thing sticking out of the stump. It still has bark on it. It is irregular and rough, certainly not anything she would want inside her parts... Jeanine is screaming again, and she knows she has no choice. She has to protect her sister. She stands up a little bit and squats over the stick, balancing herself with one hand while spreading her pussy lips with the other. Brandi lowers herself slowly onto the stick, grimacing in pain. The madman walks up to her and squats down, so that he can see the action. “Fuck it! Fuck it, bitch! Fuck it up and down like it is a lover!” Brandi, gritting her teeth and squeezing her eyes shit, did so, trying to resist screaming, of giving the madman that pleasure, thinking only of her poor defenseless sister in that horrible man’s arms... “Faster, faster! Deeper, deeper!” screams the madman at her, and she rides the stick as fast as she can. Any faster and she would be tearing herself up on the inside. “Damn it whore! Faster, faster!” the madman seems incoherent with rage, and he raises his wire whip and brings it down hard on the back of Brandi’s shoulders. Brandi screams and begins jumping up and down on the makeshift dildo. The madman pushes Jeanine down on the dirt next to the stump, and lashes Brandi’s backside hard and fast, screaming at her that if she doesn’t fuck it faster and harder, he would do the same thing to her sister. Brandi screams and humps herself desperately up and down, tearing her cunt open even as the whip tears open her backside. The madman moves her long braided ponytail over one should so that he can whip her back without it getting in the way. Brandi’s sore cunt lubricates the stump with her blood as she screams like a cheap whore faking an orgasm, pushing herself up and down on the horrible stump, until finally, the madman grows bored with the show and yanks her off, pushing and manhandling the sexy young coed until she is standing straight on the stump. STAND STILL! He orders, and takes her brown hair in its long pony-tail and flips it up and over a hanging branch. Pulling it tightly, he loops it around again and makes a knot with her hair as if it are a rope. That done, grinning cruelly at the shivering girl, he kicks the stump out from under her. She falls three inches before her hair snaps her head back and she dangles by her hair, her toes a foot from the earth. The madman binds her hands to her hair by means of some rope, and cinches her legs apart with ropes attached to tent stakes that have peculiarly already been pounded into the path. Now, he is ready to begin some serious tit torture. He makes two simple tourniquets from hemp rope and tent stakes. He pushes the loop of the first one around her large left tit, and begins to tighten it. Brandi’s eyes swivel down, trying to see what the serial killer is doing to her body. Tears start dribbling down her face and falling onto the madman’s head resting against her fat teat like a warm spring rain. The killer twists the tent stake around and around, and as he does, the rope loop begins to twist closed. When in short order it is firmly pressed against her tit, he pulls on her massive teat by her large nipple, eliciting a groan from the battered coed, and tightens it another few turns. When he is satisfied the first tourniquet would not fall off her tit while unattended, he proceeds to tighten the other tourniquet around her right teat until it too is secure. Now the tourniquets are pushing out the girl’s already-fat tits, and the madman sucks happily on Brandi’s nipples until they both became large and hard. Then he takes two thin boards of wood, about 4” long and ½ and inch wide, which have been attached by screws at either end and threads Brandi’s engorged nipple through this device. Brandi has a horrible realization about what the madman is about to do, and she screams NO NO NO NO! the madman smiles, and says “That’s right, fucktoy. Say goodbye to your nice fat nipples!” and he slowly, so very slowly, agonizingly, deliciously, tormentingly slow, starts turning each screw on the nipple-grips while Brandi screams, at first in terror, and then in pain as her nipple is crushed between the slats of the handmade apparatus. (Meanwhile, Jeanine just huddles into herself on the ground by the madman’s feet. Her eyes are tightly closed, but she opens them again when her sister screams like a stuck rabbit. The first thing she sees is the madman’s horrible, blood-covered prick quivering in the air, getting harder and fatter as he tortures her poor older sister. How could anyone be so cruel, the girl wonders, how could anyone find this arousing?) Brandi alternatingly moans and screams as the torturer screws the first nipple-clamp down onto her nipple, crushing it. Laughing with delighted glee, the madman starts doing the same to her another nipple. “Big titted cow!” he screams into her face while he screws the second one down, “I hate your fat fucking tits! They make me want to hurt you! They make me want to torture them until you would gladly tear them off your own chest to end your pain!” Finally, both nips are crushed beneath the horrible clamps. Not wanting his date’s tits to loose their sensitivity, he gives another twist to each of the tourniquets around her fat tits. With each twist, Brandi blubbers with new pain. The madman takes out the wire whip and begins working over her tits. The poor suffering girl hanging by her long hair thrashes to avoid the blows, but she is well secured. Lash after lash lands on her fattened udders, and her whole body shudders with pain. Several times, the madman stops to give the tourniquets a twist or two, and then he continues his amusement. The tourniquets leave her tit skin stretched taunt. Left alone like that, they would be beat red; the lashes add deeper red gashes of contrast on her tits. One hateful red line appears, then another, and another and another, mercilessly without stop. Brandi wails in pain. As the serial killer stops whipping her fat titties for a second to squinch the tit-tourniquets even tighter, the sobbing girl tries to find his eyes. She begs, “Please no more, no tighter, please, my tits hurt so bad…” even now, it seemed like every pour and millimeter of her fair tits blazed with agony; her world focused on the pain in her tits alone. She knew they couldn’t hurt her worse – she knew her own breasts could not hurt more than they already did. She was wrong. Laughing, the madman cinched the tourniquets tighter and tigher. Brandi screamed herself horse as a supernova of pain exploded in her damaged teats, and then the wire ship found them again, beating her, lashing her. Blood covered her ballooned tits in spackles of brilliant red. He tosses the lash aside, and now he puts all his strength into tightening the tourniquets as tight as he can, causing her molested tits to swell up like two blood red balloons. Even after the madman has turned them so tight that her udders jut out like water balloons and are rock hard to the touch, still he continues cranking on the tourniquets. When the ropes creaked with stress, and blood flows from under the ropes, still he twisted. It is only when the hemp ropes all but disappear into the plump hillocks of flesh that he secures them from unwinding and goes on with the next stage of this big-titted whore’s well-deserved tit mutilation. The madman takes a handful of long iron wood nails, and slapping Brandi a few times to make sure she is paying attention, he tells her what he is going to do with them. “Please no!” Brandi begs him, “Please, I can’t take it anymore, please I really can’t, jut let me and my sister go, please...” “No way, bitch! Your fucking udders haven’t had half of the pain coming to them which they deserve!” Growling his hatred, he places the tip of one nail against the side of her fat tits (the tourniquets make them so fat that they are literally pushing themselves apart) and “gently” taps it into her tit with his mallet. Brandi squeals like a pig, and he makes it long and slow. When he is finished, Brandi is still screaming, but she squeals even louder still as he hammers another nail into her other tit, the twin of the first. By the time he finished with the second nail, Brandi’s sexy screams are making him so hard that he needs some relief. Grabbing Brandi’s sister up by her hair he says to her, almost gently, “I need to fuck your sister now, Jeanine, and I need you to do me one special favor. I can’t continue torturing your sister’s tits while I fuck her, and they deserve to be hurt so badly. So here’s what we’re going to do. You’re going to continuing putting nails into your sisters fun-sacks, and I’m going to rape her. When I blow my wad in her, I’ll let you both go. How’s that?” “Jeanine, no! Please!” Brandi wails, but Jeanine mutely nods her consent when the madman pushes the tip of his knife into her cute little nose. The rapist rights the stump he knocked down and positions it under Brandi’s spread legs. Climbing on it, his fat prick head nuzzling at Brandi’s wide-open pussy, he commands Jeanine to get going with the nails or he would kill them both. Brandi begs, “No no please DON’T” but the madman doesn’t know who she is talking to so he plunges his dick into her coed pussy. Brandi’s shuddering body electrifies the sensitive nerves in his prick, and he can’t resist just slamming into her again and again. Meanwhile, blubbering little girl Jeanine is holding an iron nail next to her sisters tortured, absurdly ballooned tits. “God please no,” Brandi begs her sister, “Don’t please it hurts me so much Jeanine...” Jeanine sobs and whispers almost inaudibly, “If I don’t, he’ll kill you,” and she begins remorsefully hammering the nail into her own sisters tit, “I love you Brandi,” she says, by way of apology, “I’m sorry!” “Yes, that’s it little girl!” prompts the madman, “Put more nails into your sister’s whore’s tits. More! MORE!” the madman screams at both girls, rutting like a jackhammer into Brandi’s cunt, still achingly sore from fucking the stick before. The stress he put on her body makes the pain from hanging by her own hair even worse for poor, blubbering Brandi. Jeanine obeys the sadistic monster, sending nail after nail into her sisters tits, sobbing and begging forgiveness. The madman fucks Brandy hard and fast. Each time a nail is hammered further into her aching, abused tits, Brandi’s cunt contracts around his manshaft, milking his dick pleasurably. To be honest, the madman could have kept this up indefinitely. The young girl’s pain and the pleasure in his dick are intoxicating. But he still has other plans for those pretty titties of hers... The madman steps own, his rock hard dick covered with blood. Jeanine hesitates with the nail she is about to hammer into her sister’s tits. She has sent another 12 into her sisters mams, joining the two the madman has put there. She is sobbing, degraded. “It’s ok,” says the madman, smoothing her hair, “You can stop now. I’m letting you go.” “Thank you! Oh god thank you!” cries little sister. Big sister is still with it enough to blubber out, “Please let me down...” The serial killer grabs Brandi’s hair by the base of her pony tail and saws it off with his knife. Brandi collapses to the ground with a heavy thud, her severed pony-tail dangling from the tree branch, unraveling in the wind like some macabre Mayday ribbon. The killer slices the cords binding Brandi’s feet and Jeanine helps her older sister to stand up. “Oh god oh god my breasts oh god they hurt!” Brandi sobs. “Well good bitch! You’re tits are big fucking ‘hurt me!’ neon lights flashing on your chest.” thinks the madman, but what he says is. “Brandi, you were very good, so if you hold very still, I’ll remove the nails from your tits.” And so he does, chuckling. Slowly, looking longingly into the girls face as it twists with fresh agony. Even withdrawing the nails is painful, and he makes sure to twist them as he slowly withdraws them, coaxing even more pain from her tits. One by one, a dozen plus two gore-covered nails drop to the forest dirt, leaving Brandi’s hilariously ballooned tits oozing blood from as many small punctures. Next the madman slowly unscrews the nipple crushers, but Brandi’s nipples can’t regain their original form. They remained humorously grotesque and crushed. And finally, one slow half-twist at a time, the madman untightens the tit-tourniquets, and Brandi’s mouth-watering melons return to their original, slightly smaller, size. The surge of fresh blood causes the more than a dozen small streams of blood flowing from her tits to become small rapid rivers. Brandi screams in pain and drops to her knees, bringing her hands to her tits, but she can’t even touch them without bringing more pain.