Paul and Luke
by The Misogynist (aka Jake Baker)

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The small town of Kold, Kanasas had only one bar. "Jim's Grill and
Pub" it was called, though the grill had given out long ago and no-one
had thought of fixing it. Jim himself had passed away shortly after
the grill, and his replacement's first name was Coldine. No one had
thought of fixing the name, either.

The flickering neon Coors sign lit up the doorway briefly, and a man
entered. A tall, powerfully built man with military-style blonde hair
and green eyes; his face smiled easily, belying his size, as if he had
nothing in the world to fear.

He sat down at the bar and ordered a Zima. Bartender looked at him
strange, but pulled one out. Jim's Grill and Pub was a gritty,
working-class type place where a customer more likely ordered tequila
or whiskey, not a fancy 'city drink' like Zima. This man was obviously
an outsider.

The bartender clinked two ice-cubes into glass and poured the Zima in.
The man slid two bucks across the greasy bar to the bartender, then he
rotated in the stool, leaning on his elbows back against the bar. His
gaze slid easily through the room, finally coming to rest on a man
clad in a red flannel shirt, hunched over a whiskey, staring at the
table in front of him. Shadows concealed his face and the tabletop.

The stranger slowly finished his drink, then set it down and walked
over to the man he had located. The man turned his face to him when he
heard the stranger's footsteps. "If you're the waiter..." the men
sloshed out, "...get me another whisky."

The stranger sat down across from the red flannel. "I'm not the
waiter, Mister Jones, and you are not half as drunk as you pretend."

Luke Jones stared with dark eyes at the stranger. "What the hell do
you know and how the hell do you know my name?" he grunted.

"I know all about you, Luke. I know what you did, for example."

The man's eyes glittered with a little fear, "Oh god, no... are you a
reporter? Please, that was a long time ago, I have a new life now. I'm
good, see I take these pills to make the voices..."

The stranger smacked the pills out of Luke's hand. They clittered on
the hardwood floor. He scooted his chair a little closer to Luke, and
said in a hushed voice, "You don't understand. I like what you did.
I'm your biggest fan."

Luke stared at him in horror, "No, please no, I don't want to think
about it; I've changed, I realize now..."

"Luke, listen to me." The stranger whispered as he ground Luke's
medication into the floor with his foot, "I've destroyed your
medicine. In a few hours now, the voices will come back. You won't
resist them -- I'll be here to help you. I will help you back to your
old self."

Luke shuddered and took another drink of whiskey. "I gotta go tell
someone..." he made to stand up, but the stranger grabbed his arm and
yanked him down. "No!" he said firmly, "I haven't tracked you down and
come here to be reported to the same people who keep you doped up...
no psychiatrists or government lawyers can ever keep my will down."

"Listen. My name is Paul. Paul Gibbons. I've come to set you free."

Paul and Luke talked for the next ten minutes, Luke drinking, trying
to keep the awful memories away; the medicine Paul had crushed he was
supposed to take half an hour ago. He felt the cells in his brain
dissolve as the medicine that kept them locked was flushed out of his
system.

Finally, he stood up, wobbled, and said, "Look, Paul or whoever you
are, I just want to be a simple farmer, like my father before me. What
I did was wrong... I know that now. The voices made me do it. And if I
don't get my medication soon, the voices will come back. I have to go
home to get some more medicine..."

As he staggered to the door, Paul stood up calmly and intercepted him
in the parking lot. Paul watched coolly, slowly going to his own
vehicle, as Luke discovered all four of his tires had been slashed.
"Punk kids!" he spat.

Luke flagged Paul down as he passed, "Hey, man..." he said, "Can you
give me a lift home. I mean, you smashed my medicine, you owe me
unless you want me to report you to the cops."

Paul smiled and said, "Sure... hop right in." Luke climbed into the
passenger side seat, and Paul turned down the road; Luke forgot to
find it strange that Paul knew how to get to his farm without
directions.

They got to Luke's farm 10 miles outside of town and Paul helped a
staggering Luke inside the house. It was a large house, meant for a
family, not a single bachelor like Luke. Luke climbed the stairs to
the upper floor and went into the bathroom; there, he opened the
cabinet and pulled out the brown vial of pills that kept the voices
away.

He opened the vial and gasped. His pills, they were gone! He looked to
his left as Paul approached. "I'm sorry," Paul said, "I hate to do
this to you, Luke... you're my hero. But, I have to let the voices get
a fair break before I can reconvert you."

"NO!!" Luke screamed in horror; he could feel the voice's whispered
chittering begin at the inside of his skull. He ran to the phone, and
picked it up. No dial tone.

"I really am sorry, Luke. I'll pay to get the phone fixed. But I want
you to stay still for a while. Here, have some more whiskey..."

Luke eagerly accepted he bottle from Paul and sat down heavily on a
couch. He drank for several seconds before saying, "Alright, Paul.
What do you want?"

Paul smiled cheerfully and said, "Let me show you..."

Paul went out the front door, leaving Luke pondering, angry, fighting
desperately for his sanity against he demons in his head.

Then he head Paul's car's trunk open and then slam shut; almost
immediately, he heard the sound of a young women screaming, "Help me;
help me! I'm being kidnapped!"

Paul apparently did nothing to shut her up, because she was still
yelling for help by the time he manhandled her into the room where
Luke was. Luke's eyes went wide.

Being pushed into the room by Paul's hand on the small of her back,
his other hand had a firm, knotted grip on her hair, keeping her face
up for Luke to look at when they came in, was a young, blonde woman,
her green eyes wide with fear. Her straight dark blonde hair fell down
her neck just past her shoulders; Luke could tell she had a thin frame
from the way her skirt and blouse hugged her body. She wore a bra
under her blouse, so he couldn't really tell the size of her
juice-melons, but he guessed they weren't too big. Her wrists had been
crossed behind her back and bound there with duck-tape and her ankles
were hobbled by cuffs linked together by a length of chain just long
enough for her to take a half a step in.

Paul guided the stumbling blonde so that she was standing in front of
Luke; Paul's frame dwarfed her from the back. She was trembling and
crying now. She looked at Luke with tear-filled eyes, "Please,
mister," she begged pathetically, "Please help me. Call the police.
I've got a little money, I'll..."

Paul slapped the back of her head; Luke heard a loud crack and the
girl grunt in pain; her head tried to snap forward, but was yanked
painfully back by Paul's resolute grip on her hair.

"Shut up you fucking cow!" He yelled in her ear. Then he turned back
to Luke and exposited, "This little sex slut's name was Leanne; she
was a waitress at a University of Kansas bar. I took her leaving her
shift. It was very easy, she's just a dumb skirt." Paul smiled
largely, pulling the trembling blonde up against his chest and
grinding his crotch into hers. "Don't do this don't do this don't do
this" the college bitch repeated like a mantra as she felt his huge
cock through his pants.

Luke looked anxious, "So, she was in the trunk of your car when you
drove me here?"

Paul smiled again, "Yep."

"Hu... how long was she in there?"

"Um, about five hours I think!"

Luke looked queasy; he managed to say, but found it harder and harder
to maintain his reason against the alcohol and voices, "But that's
cruel - you can't keep a human being locked in the trunk of your car
for five hours."

Paul looked at him strangely, "But she's not human," he said, "She's
just my fucking new rapedoll."

With that, he shoved the blonde away from his and kicked at her feet;
the girl lost her footing, shrieked and fell to the ground, or would
have had she not been violently stopped by Paul's firm grip on her
hair. "Fun time, bitch!" he yelled, and kicked a booted foot at the
small of her back. The helpless blonde squealed as Luke heard a loud
snap. At first, he though Paul had snapped her spine, but no, Paul was
to smart for that, he's just bruised some of the tissue around it.

He let go of her hair and the victim collapsed on the floor, where
Paul slammed down on top of her, crushing her violently into the
floor. His huge body trapped her on the floor, although she tried
hopelessly to squirm out and escape.

"Where you think you gonna go, pig girl!" he started laughing
maniacally. "First order of business, pretty Leanne, is to rip those
clothes off of you -- how do you ever expect men to choose to fuck you
if you keep your pretty wares all hidden up like that -- then I'm
gonna rape you, then I'm gonna torture you then, well, I'll fucking
kill you pig!" he laughed again as her struggles grew more fierce as
she became fightened for her life.

He yanked his college pig by her hair until she was kneeling in front
of him. Her tear-filled eyes begged him, "Why are you doing this? I
don't want to die. Why are you hurting me?"

"In order, slut," he growled at her, "Because I CAN!" *SLAP* his hand
smacked her pretty face, leaving a red mark and making her squawk,
"WHO THE FUCK cares what you want," *SLAP* again on her other cheek,
"I'm hurting you because the screaming pain of slutty whore cunts like
you is all I live for!" He slapped her hard twice, making her squeal
and try to duck, but the dumb blonde was no match for a skilled rapist
like Paul.

Paul turned her so that she was facing Luke. "Smile at him, slut!"
Paul ordered, smacking her blonde head. Leanne managed to smile wanly
at Luke. "I'm gonna like tearing you into shreds whore!" Paul snarled
as he began to yank her blouse up and over her head. Leanne sniveled
and sobbed as his cold hands brushed against her warm pink meat. He
yanked her blouse over head and tangled it down on her arms; it
wouldn't come off without slicing, and Paul found himself
inconveniently without a knife.

Luke looked at the girl forced on her knees before him and saw that
she was wearing a white, padded lace bra. Paul unsnapped the bra from
the back... "Please, don't" the simpering bitch cried as he jerked her
bra off and Luke saw her small tits wave in the air. Her tiny pink
nipples were hard with fear. Her body shivered, goosebumps running up
and down her naked flesh.

Behind her, Paul pressed up against her; one meaty hand covered her
mouth, pressing her lips back against her teeth, while his other moved
around her and began to paw at her tits. He opened up his fingers,
then balled his fist together around her small udder so that her meat
all but oozed from between his hand; then Paul yanked her tittie away
from her body and twisted it.

Luke saw the agony in the cow's eyes, and heard her muffled screams.
Her body shook violently and she bucked with all her strength against
the powerful man abusing her. But to no avail; her struggles only
spurred Paul on further.

Paul moved his hand down from her mouth and immediatly the victims
screams grew loud and clear; "stop it!!!" she uselessly begged, "it
hurts it hurts..."

Paul laughed as he began mistreating both of his toy's tits. "Of
course it does, bitch! Hahaha! How do men fuck your titties pig you
have such small titties I'll help you make 'em bigger!"

Still yanking on her abused milkers, Paul grasped each of her tiny
erect nipples between the nails of his thumb and middle fingers. He
squeezed hard; the suffering wench squealed like a pig as his dirty
finger nails broke the surface of her skin and he cut her nipples,
making two deep gashes in each. Blood flowed from the wounds he'd made
when he joyously squeezed her melons.

Paul kept on torturing her tits this way until they bruised and became
swollen from the mistreatment. Her screams and sufferings only brought
laughter from Paul, who was enjoying the way her captive flesh
quivered against his body.

Paul pushed his fuckdoll onto the floor and began to claw off her
skirt. He enjoyed the way she kicked at him, screamed at him. Even
with her bucking and kicking, it only took a few moments to denude her
of her skirt.

Paul rolled her over so that his bitch was on the floor tits-up; he
grabbed the chain linked her feet together and dragged her closer to
Luke. He then put her bound feet on Luke's lap, and kindly guided
Luke's trembling hands so that he held her ankles apart for him.

"Isn't her flesh so warm?" Paul asked Luke. "Didn't you like me
torturing the sluts tits? I'm gonna rip off her white panties now and
whip her fuck-hole until it bleeds; won't that be fun?" Luke just
looked at him stunned, confused by the rising voices in his head.

With one mighty yank, Paul tore the thin cloth concealing the college
blonde's fuckhole. "Don't rape me please stop!!!" the helpless girl
pleaded. Paul grinned maniacally and pulled of his leather belt,
doubling it up in his hands.

"Rape you? Of course I'll shove my cock into you cunt or asshole or
mouth or anywhere else I want; by the time this night is over, you'll
have a baseball bat grinding your tight shitter and a broken bottle
fucking your love-hole."

Playfully, Paul smacked her sore and throbbing left tit with his belt.
The sound of leather-on-skin filled the room, accompanied a second
later by Leanne's pain-filled moan. Then, without ceremony, hesitation
or mercy, Paul let go with his whip and slammed it into the pink slit
of her cunt. It smacked hard into her genitals and she shrieked so
loud Luke thought his ears would rupture.

Paul beat her cunt again and again with the belt, his eyes mad with
lust as he raised ugly bruises on her inner thighs and cunt lips; her
cunt began leaking blood and swelled up in an ugly blister.

Luke had a front-row seat to the torture of Leanne. He watched the
black leather descend again and again on the kidnapped female meat; he
could see all the way down her sexy young legs, past her bleeding
cunt, down over her abused titties to where she thrashed her head back
and forth, wailing in pain.

Paul continued slashing at the college bitch's swelling cunt until
blood started flying away with the belt on each stroke. The Paul
chuckled evilly to himself and knelt down by Leanne's head. "Enjoy
that, pig?" he asked. Then he took his bloody belt and wrapped it
around her head, forcing her mouth open with one hand and gagging her
with it. He drew the belt up tight, making sure the bloody part was in
her mouth. This reduced the whore's screams to incoherent moans and
twitters.

"Time for your fucking, pig!" Paul snarled and pulled her legs roughly
away from Luke's timid grasp. Luke felt a little disappointed at
loosing touch of her warm skin, but watched curiously now as Paul
readied to rape the bitch.

He turned her tits-down on the carpet and then shoved her knees under
her belly so her sexy ass was up in the air; her hands were still
taped behind her back, so her face was forced against the hard floor.
Her tears made the carpet wet. Her misery was wonderful and sexy.

Paul pulled down his pants and positioned himself at the puffy
cunt-hole of the fuckdoll. His large hands slapped her asscheeks,
making them ripple sexily. Leanne tried to beg him not to fuck her,
but all that came out was high-pitched moaning; then, brutally he
shoved his hard rod into her and began raping her. "Yeah bitch, your
stuck on my prick like a fucking pig at the slaughter!" he laughed and
brutalized her asscheeks while her rammed into her tight, dry, hot
canal.

The young blonde squealed into the bloody belt as his prick
jackhammered into her harder than anything she could have imagined.
"God damn slut!" Paul growled at her, "Your no fucking virgin! Filthy
college whore, how many men fucked you before me? You should have
saved yourself for marriage, cunt bitch, so I could be having your
virgin cherry for breakfast."

"Hey, Luke, this gaddamn whore is no virgin. Such immortality should
be punished, what do you think?" he asked while he drilled his boner
into the unwilling girl. Part of Luke knew it was absurd to think of
the poor girls immorality now, but the voices whispered in his head:
she's such a slut, should kill her slowly for being such a slut, your
friend wanted a virgin and she wasn't so she should be tortured to
death, it'll be fun, Luke...

"It'll be fun, Luke." Luke realized Paul was saying, "to cut off her
tits and make her eat her milk-bags. Wouldn't that be fun, whore?" The
blonde squealed again as he smacked the back of her head.

Paul loomed down over his victim and began hammering into her even
faster. He grunted with each quick stroke in pleasure, "I'm raping
your cunt bitch do you like it? Huh, answer me, do you like it, cow?
Oh yeah, you can't answer me, your fucking gagged. <chuckle>. Well,
just squeal if you like it, damn slut." He jacked into her to the
balls, filling her battered sex all the way to her womb, making her
squeal again. "Haha, knew you like it, bitch! Lot's more gonna fill
this hot cunt of your tonight."

While brutally raping her, he grabbed both sides of her head with his
hands and savagely ground her face into the floor, laughing and
giggling. Her wellformed cheeks and nose smashed into the ground. The
slut wondered if the damage was permanent, failing to realize that she
would not survive the night.

The blood oozing from Leanne's cuntlips helped lubricate his passage a
little, and he punished her with his huge prick, torturing her face
and laughing.

Luke watched Leanne get tortured and raped, and a part of him hated
it, despised it, and wanted to help the suffering girl; but another
part of him enjoyed the show and stirred the dick in his pants; and a
growing part was encouraging him to join in.

Before he knew it, Paul had pulled out of the simpering bitch-dog and
dragged her painfully to her feet by her hair. He pushed her over in
front of his friend again, and then yanked her head down while keeping
her legs straight by a hand on her crotch. This resulted in Leanne's
pretty, abused blonde head being pressed into Luke's crotch, with her
bent over, ass high in the air. Paul untied his belt from around her
face; Luke could see a red gash where it had been looped too tightly.
The young girl gasped for air, and looked pleadingly at Luke, "Please
help me!" she sobbed, "It hurts, can't take anymore!"

Paul snapped his belt in the air a fraction of an inch in front of the
whore's raw abused pussy; the girl flinched and moaned, making Paul
laugh. Luke looked into her agonized eyes and smiled a little. Her
face pressed against his throbbing member had nothing to do with his
enjoyment of it.

"Time for another beating, whore!!!" shouted Paul and snapped his belt
down across the bottom of Leanne's white ass. Leanne screamed,
"Naaagggg!!!" and tried to rear up, but Luke grabbed her shoulders and
held her still. Paul genuinely smiled to see Paul take the initiative
like that. He was getting through.

To celebrate, he slammed and cudgeled the captives asscheeks and
exposed swollen cunt twenty times with the whip, laughing each time
she screamed. Then he shouted into her ear, "Want me to stop smacking
your ass, you filthy fuck animal!"

"Ugg, please mister please," she begged.

"OK!" he screamed at her, and proceeded to lash the back of her
thighs. Her soft flesh rippled and swelled under the abuse. Unused to
the abuse all pretty girls should suffer, her knees began to buck with
the unrelenting assault on her abused body. With a little gasp, she
collapsed in a heap in front of Luke's chair, his hands still firmly
pressing her sobbing face into his crotch. Luke's prick was full and
throbbing now.

"Fucking weak whore!" Paul screamed and kicked her hard in her cunt
with his boot. That one kick mashed in an inch and blood spurted on
the boot; the cow wailed in pain, her eyes rolled into the back of her
head, and she fainted.

"Goddamn fucking motherfucking stupid pig dog cow whore slut!" Paul
cursed as he left the room. Luke heard him rummaging around the supply
closet.

Luke stroked the blonde head on his lap, caressed her soft bare arms,
and reached under her and felt her small titties, especially the twin
wounds Paul had inflicted on the nipples. His mind was racing. The
part of him that wanted to call the police, the sane part, the good
part, died as he stared into her battered face and the voices
whispered in his ear, "Kill the bitch kill the bitch kill the bitch"

When Paul came back carrying a bag full of hardballs and a baseball
bat, Luke smiled at him; Paul could tell in his eyes he had changed.
"Thank you." Was all Luke said to the man who had freed his mind from
the imprisonment of drugs the others had given him and suppressed his
real being.

"Get the pig conscious." Paul grunted. Luke parted the college girls
sweat lips and crammed his callused hand inside, at the same time
clenching her perfect nose in his other fist. He twisted her nose at
the same time grabbing her pink tongue with his long fingernails and
mashing it.

The blonde came screaming awake, or would have screamed, were it not
for the hand gagging her. The whore could barely breath, and slowly
she turned blue as tears welled up in her eyes as her sensitive tongue
was destroyed.

"Look at me slut!" Luke demanded; the blonde opened teary eyes to
stare at her molester. "You asked me to help you? Here's me fucking
help!" he snarled and twisted her tongue full around, snapping the
muscle tissue and tearing flesh. Blood vomited around looks hand and
also blood shot out of her clenched nose.

Paul looked on and laughed and laughed at the suffering bitch. He
loved killing college whores; they deserved it so badly. This one was
going to get hurt and killed because she was so hot.

While Luke pulled Leanne's head up and forced her jaw open then sucked
the blood out of her mouth, staring into her eyes gone wild with fear
of death, Paul sat down behind her and pulled her ass onto his lap.
"Slutty whore's like you need something in their cunts and ass all
day, dog!" he chuckled and took one of the hardballs. He smiled at her
raw and bleeding cunt; with one hand he parted her cunt lips and then
with the other he pressed the softball, which was as large as his huge
fist, against her cunt-tunnel opening. "Here you go fucking whore,
hope this hurts a lot!" he laughed as he began to jam and push the
softball deep into her cunt.

At first, her fuck-tunnel didn't want to accommodate such a huge
object, but Paul was strong and managed to rip the velvet lining of
her cunt; more sweet blood spurted from her cunt as the softball
disappeared into it. Luke held the blonde victim still lest she thrash
free and encouraged his ally, "Push it in deep; hurt the whore!"

Paul pushed the hardball deep into her canal, essentially fisting her
with the unyielding object, pressing and twisting it as his kidnappee
shrieked in pain and thrashed hard against the invasion. Finally, he
could press the ball in no further, it rested against her cervix,
stretching the cuntwalls there to the snapping point. He withdrew his
hand from her tunnel and watched amusedly as her cunt muscles spasmed
and contracted ferociously trying to dislodge the foreign object.

Luke laughed at his first victim in twenty years and said, "I bet
having one ball up your cunt hurts worse than anything, bitch!" her
eyes told him it was true, "Gee, good thing we have lots more to go!"
Both men laughed at the helpless girl.

Paul, encouraged that they both thought along the same line, pressed
another hardball into her cunt; this one went in more easily, since
the trail had been blazed up fuck-lane by the first. The torture of
two huge balls forced into her twat sent burning agony into the
blonde's body and she almost fainted again, but Luke happily slapped
her face until she came around. "Don't want you missing anything,
whore!" he chuckled.

Once the second ball was mashed into her cunt, pressing up against the
first, Paul continued torturing her by jamming a third hardball in,
then a fourth. The fourth one, when it came to rest against the third,
he could see at the opening of her cunt.

"Hey look at this!" Paul exclaimed to Luke, who had been licking the
rapedoll's bleeding face. Luke looked and saw that the bitch's
cunt-muscles were managing to squeeze out the last hardball. Her face
cinched in pain like she was giving birth. "hahaha, she must love
being fucked so much she wants you to jam it in again!"

Well, Paul was having none of that, so he a powerful stapler from the
supply closet. He pressed it against her cunt flesh next to the
hardball and pulled the trigger. The whore's screams made them both
hard, and Paul continued to staple the last ball to the walls of her
cunt. When plenty of staples had peirced the soft cunt flesh, he
folded over her swollen cunt-lips and stapled them to the ball as
well.

Luke let the bitch collapse to the floor, and both men watched as she
entertained them by rolling on the floor, her bound hands trying to
reach her cunt; "Hey, maybe she wants to masturbate for us?" the evil
men chuckled.

When the blonde had stopped writhing and just lay moaning and sobbing,
feeling those hateful hardballs mashing the lining of her cunt every
time she moved, Paul came over and unlocked her ankles and untied her
hands. Leanne looked at him though tearfilled swollen eyes, wondering
what was going on.

Paul grabbed her hair again and yanked her to her feet. She gained her
balance only wobbely, her thighs still throbbing from their beating
and the mashing balls in her cunt letting her have no peace. Luke
said, "Dance, baby."

Poor suffering Leanne looked uncomprehendingly at him. "Very simple,
cunt. Dance for us like you do at those slutty bars or we'll kill
you."

Leanne was frightened; she didn't want to die. Like most women, she
was too stupid to comprehend that these men only wanted to torture and
kill her; she still believed that they'd at least let her live. So she
began to move her feet and swing her arms a little.

But then she stopped. Moving her legs at all caused the four hardballs
in her cunt to shift positions and brought horrible agony. "What are
you waiting for slut; do you WANT to die?"

Paul kicked the wenches feet to get her moving; "no no." she groaned,
"it hurts so much to move..."

"THAT'S THE FUCKING POINT, WHORE! AND MAKE IT A SEXY DANCE OR I'LL
SLICE YOU UP AND FEED YOU TO MY DOGS!"

So the blonde college bitch began to gyrate like those whores in the
dance clubs do for the men; her eyes welled up with tears of agony as
she shuffled her legs faster and faster. Paul used his leather belt to
motivate her to dance. Soon, she was jiggling and moving quickly,
almost believably. Even Luke on his chair could hear the sound of the
hardballs mashing together in her cunt. He could see the swells they
made in her flesh as she danced and hopped around.

Even though she was doing what they'd told her to do, Paul still
enjoyed slashing at her legs or chest with his leather belt; the
cracks of leather on flesh punctuated her constant whining.

The helpless nude's gyrating was causing the staples pinning her
fucked cuntlips to the hardballs jammed in her twat to rip open; blood
flowed down her creamy, beaten thighs while she danced, her beautiful
face contorted in agony.