- cont. -

Luke and Paul were laughing as the coed danced her macabre dance;
although the agony in her womb was unendurable, she continued dancing,
her tired abused limbs flailing wildly, sending her small tits
jiggling. They made tempting targets, and Paul could not help but
playfully smack them with his belt a few times, drawing new screams of
torment from the tortured, innocent girl.

Luke grabbed her wrist and pulled the helpless blonde toward him;
"Squeeze those titties at me, cunt; give me a lap dance better than
any whore at the strip-club." Leanne was still cognizant enough to be
embarrassed -- for God's sake, she had brains, she never would have
had to sexy-dance for men to earn money. She's never even seen anyone
do it before.

While Leanne thought, Paul grew impatient with the bitch's reluctance
and smashed his belt against the small of her back; pain like electric
fire arced up her spin and made the cunt's knees week as jello; she
collapsed tits-first into Luke, who grabbed her and held her so her
raw titties were inches away from his face. "Do it again!" he urged
his friend.

Luke then had the pleasant experience of holding a bitch who was less
than half his age still while his friend again whipped her spine with
his belt; the cow bucked and hollered, but Luke smiled and held her
still.

Luke pulled the screaming bitch closer to him and started chewing on a
nipple -- and I mean chewing, using his teeth on her pink bud like it
was piece of caramel candy; the blonde's blood squirt into his mouth
and he sighed happily -- it had been many long years he hadn't known
he had missed the taste of bitch-blood.

Paul kept slashing the trollops back with his belt.
HIIISSSS***SMAACKK*** went the leather. Leanne screamed and thrashed,
but Luke's strong arms held her and his teeth bit more flesh and blood
off of her nipples.

Paul put down the whip and pulled the young coeds tight rear out more.
The hardballs crammed in her aching cunt ground together again. Paul
put an exploratory finger at the entrance to her tight shitter, made
even tighter because her shitway was being squeezed by her overstuffed
cunt.

He pushed his wide finger in with great difficulty; he was unsure if
the stupid blonde whore even felt it go in, she was in so much pain
already. "Well," he thought aloud, "It can't hurt... um, I mean, it
can!"

He wiggled his digit around her insides, and got a good feel of the
hardballs through the stretched and broken lining separating her
shitter and her cunt.

He put a second finger against her anal hole and pushed again until it
too popped in. Then he heard the lovely shriek in anguish; Paul
wondered if he's done that, but then he heard Luke roar, "Yeah; bit
off yer fuckin nipple, filthy whore!"

Paul looked and laughed; the blonde's small perky nipple had been
chewed off and now Luke was grinding it between his teeth; blood
squirted from the hole in the center of the coeds tittie and splashed
all over Luke's face.

"Way to go Luke! Teach the fucking slut to be so hot!" Paul chuckled
and jammed a third finger into her tight shit hole.

Luke, from his sitting position, reached over and picked up the
baseball bat lying next to him. He showed it to Leanne, having to
smack her a few times to keep her from swooning. "HEY CUNT! This is
going up your asshole; you'll be the 'baseball bitch'. Now, suck it
like you'd suck me did; lick it real good, and it'll hurt less!"

Paul grinned crookedly behind him, "Yeah, right" he mouthed so their
victim couldn't see.

When the blonde college girl wouldn't suck the wide end of the bat,
Luke just started licking her other nipple and said, "Otherwise, I'll
feast on both yer titties!"

All the blonde understood in her state of pain-intoxication was that
if she didn't lick, she'd be in more pain. Of course, it's debatable
whether having her nipple bitten off would be any more or less painful
than having a baseball bat rammed into her anus, but like this
narrator has said before, girls just don't think as reasonably as men
do. Of course, the gentle reader should need no further evidence of
man's superiority over his cunt'ed sisters than that the pretty coed
Leanne had been kidnapped by Luke and Paul and was being used as a
living, squirming, screaming toy by them, rather than vice versa.

The blonde's pink tongue darted out of her mouth and shyly licked the
thick wood of the baseball bat. The innuendo of her licking a big, fat
prick was too much for Luke, and he felt cum surge up from his balls.
Seizing the moment, he grabbed the slut's right hand and forced her
hand down over his huge prick-head. The licking girl barely had time
to think before he was blowing a huge wad into her hand. He snarled at
the bitch, "Don't drop any on my bitch; I hate having my cum on me!"

Frightened, the girl did not drop on of his cum, but she felt it, hot
and gooey on her palm. Laughing like a school boy, Luke moved the
wrist of the college whore's hand containing his cum up and told her,
"Now, smear my cum in the shaft. It'll make it taste better, hah hah!"

Leanne was sickened. She didn't know which was more humiliating --
being forced to lick up this rapist's cum from a baseball bat which
would shortly be used to torture her tight asshole, or the fact that
the man behind her (the stupid wench would never know the names of the
men who would abuse her to death) had stuck a fourth finger into her
tortured anus.

Luke manipulated his puppet and spread his cum on the bat where she
was licking; it slid down the shaft in gooey gobs and glistened sickly
in the light of the rape-room. Luke threatened the captive bitch by
sucking and biting down on her remaining nipple. Fear sent shivers
down the poor girls body, in turn contracting her anus around Paul's
hand, causing her more searing pain and making her scream hoarsely.
Thus it would be -- Luke and Paul, these noble men, would never allow
any of their bitches to have any respite from pain. As it should be.

Luke grinned and laughed lewdly seeing the girl shut her eyes and
stick out her pink tongue and lick up just a bit of him cum. "Swallow
my cum, disgusting filth-bag!" he screamed in her ear and then
continued merrily chewing on her nipple.

Paul by now had inserted four fingers deep into the sluts shitter and
was pumping them in and out, feeling the balls still wedged into her
baby-maker grind back and forth, ripping her apart from the inside.
Blood flowed freely from her cunt, down her thighs and puddled on the
floor. Paul bent over to lick some warm life from the inside of the
cow's thighs. Her blood tasted sooo good!

He snatched the baseball bat away from where the trembling cow was
licking it, but any peace that might have given her was very short
lived. Without remorse or hesitation, only a howl on laughter, he took
the bat in both hands and rammed it fat-end first up her shitter. Paul
knew full well that if he had been gentle trying to get the huge bat
up her tight shitter, he would have failed. But where subtlety failed,
brute force conquered, and with one stroke he buried it all the way up
into her poop-shute until it banged into her insides.

Leanne wailed in pain like a tortured baby rabbit, and then moments
later blood gushed forth from her mouth, puking over Luke's chest.
Luke snarled, "Hey, fucking cunt, what are you doing, whore GODDAMN
BITCH, take THIS!" he said, and punch her belly as hard as he could.
The coed retched blood and vomit again, but this time Luke shoved her
to the side so she only got it on the floor. "Cunt-bag!" he yelled and
punched her stomach again, his first grinding into the first hardball
that had been shoved into her young body, now painfully pressing
against her cervix; which in turn smashed the skin between itself and
the bat in her asshole.

Paul let the bat go and Luke shoved the bitch off of him; she
collapsed on the floor, just a frail girl with her holes plugged, and
she screamed and thrashed on the floor, her legs twitching and
kicking, her arms clenching in mid-air. The bitch's conscious mind was
gone and she was just a tortured animal now, but much sexier than an
animal. Paul and Luke watched her struggles and laughed and
masturbated.

The bitch's squirmings caused the staples in her cunt to come undone
with squirts of blood; her wildly contracting cunt muscles forced the
fourth ball in her cunt to fly out like a cork from a champaign
bottle.

Paul sighed, "Man, I'm hungry. Let's go get something to eat!" and he
wondered into the kitchen.

Luke bent down and yanked up the blonde's head by her hair and stared
into her glazed eyes, "Want something to eat, bitch?"

Her only response was to twitch in pain. "Guess your perfectly
content, then!" he laughed and left her thrashing on the floor, the
white carpet growing red where she rolled.

While the blonde rolled on the floor in the other room, Luke and Paul
prepared a couple of steaks and drank some cold beers. After a time,
the sexy whore in the other room started screaming, "Help me! Help me!
They're going to kill me, somebody please help me!" This made the men
laugh, and Paul whispered conspiratorially to Luke, "Who does she
think she's going to get help from? You or me? I swear, these young
cunts are so stupid. I makes you wonder why this doesn't happen more
often."

They enjoyed their steak dinner, than drank homemade wine. The cool of
the evening started to come in through the open windows; with the fall
of night, the whore thrashing in agony in the other room grew a little
more still; when Luke and Paul sauntered back in, the blonde coed was
only twitching in little spasms.

Paul pulled down his pants again and ordered, "Luke my man, hold this
twitching bitch still for me."

Luke looked at him, "What is it?" he asked his friend.

Paul replied, "I gotta take a mother of a crap!"

Hahahahahaha both men laughed; Leanne was still conscious, even
through the incredible pain of her ripped and abused cunt-tunnel and
her broken anus, she murmured to the sadistic men, "d-dont shit on me
please" then she broke down into little mewling sobs.

"Not shit on you? Why, toilets only exist for convenience when there
isn't a good girl-hole around!" Luke sat on the blonde's trembling
legs and held her straining arms at her side. As Paul squatted low
over the girls face and began straining his asshole inches above her
mouth, Luke encouraged him, "Shit on her! Cover that cunt's pretty
face in crap! Yeah, make her eat your shit; shove it in her nose and
clog it in her throat. Go man go!"

The helpless coed nevertheless strained and groaned against this new
disgusting treatment, even though every movement of her lithe body
sent new pain off in her cunt and ass.

Slowly, a green and brown turd slid out of Paul asshole; it hovered
inches above Leanne's face. Luke could tell by the way her pretty nose
twitched that she was smelling his friend's feces. The turd inched
closer to her disgusted face.

Luke got the belt and slammed it down on her pink titties. The blonde
roared in pain and Paul laughed, making his dangling shit sway over
her face. Luke beat her several more times just for the fun of hearing
her scream than delivered his ultimatum: "Bite his turd and swallow it
whore bitch dog or I'll beat you some more!"

The pretty girl moaned and shuddered, but she was afraid of more pain;
slowly, she opened her mouth and lifted her head while Paul rested
above her face. He strained his head down so he could see it go into
her mouth. He watched her pretty lips close in on it.

"First!" he shouted at the beaten girl, "Lick it with your tongue so I
can see it!" Leanne shuddered, but Luke was happy to beat her titties
with the belt again. He laid 10 cracks against each of her titties
until they swelled up with bruises. Laughing at the girl's misery and
humiliation, he watched her pink tongue move like a worm out of her
mouth and hesitantly come into contact with the shit right above her.

Blond Leanne shuddered and grimaced as she tasted her abusers shit.
She started crying heavily, not believing this was happening, not
wanting to lick the disgusting shit of the man who kidnapped her and
was torturing her.

Luke saw her tongue hesitate to lick more shit for just a moment, and
he gave a mighty roar and slammed her tits with the belt again, this
time giving her 20 to each tit, laughing as he saw the bruises swell
up and crack and her tits bleed.

The tortured coed screamed, and Paul sat down on her face, forcing the
rest of his slimy shit into her mouth. She gagged and choked on the
brown paste; it choked her, and her retching forced some of it out her
nose. Paul, now horny after a big turd, turned around and grabbed
Leanne's head by the ears and lifted her face up; shit drooled out her
mouth and Paul celebrated at the look of agony and disgust in her
eyes, then quickly used his dick like a battering ram, jammed it into
her mouth, stuffing his feces into the back of her throat. He used
short, strong strokes to force all the shit down her throat, then
buried himself in her until her button nose mashed into his pubes.

Luke was also very horny by this point; he balled his right hand into
a fist and literally punched his hand into her cunt; there was still a
baseball up there that hadn't been squeezed out, so he grabbed it and
pulled it out. His forearm was covered in cunt blood when he pulled
the baseball out. Now that her pussy was clear of any obstacles that
might hurt his manly cock, Luke roared with 20 years of pent-up lust
and jammed his penis deep into her vagina, feeling his shaft squish
through blood and torn flesh. Leanne whimpered in terror around Paul's
shaft, still choking her throat.

Paul held her face to his pubes for a full minute, laughing as he
watched her face grow red. "Hey, Luke, you think I should off this
bitch with my cock?"

"Ha ha ha, that would be funny... damn, now her cunt is all loose. And
there's still a bat in her other hole... guess I'm gonna have to make
myself a new one..."

Leanne began to struggle like mad; Paul laughed and let of her head.
The blond took gasps of precious air, still flavored like shit, and
choked out, "Wwait! What are you doing! AIIIGGGHHH!!!"

The electric drill Luke had grabbed buzzed to life like a swarm of
malicious bees; he placed it against her side and drilled in; the
smooth flesh of the poor suffering coed shredded into a red mist in
seconds, and soon, Luke pushed the drill all the way through her skin
and into her belly. Leanne puked blood and her eyes bugged out of her
skull; Paul rammed his still-hard cock back into her mouth, stopping
much of the flow of blood; still, Leanne's blood poured from around
his cock and drooled out her nose.

Luke shoved his cock into her new hole, and began fucking her innards.
The bitch felt his cock stir up the insides of her guts; Paul hit her
across her head and shouted/laughed at her, 'YOUR GONNA DIE, BITCH!'

Both men fucked her with a passion; blood spluged out with every
backstroke of Luke's dick in her side. Poor Leanne felt every stab of
each cock, felt her body tear and rupture for the pleasure of these
two men. Then, Luke stiffened, screamed and shot a huge load into her
abdomen. Soon thereafter, Paul also blew his load, burried to the hilt
in her throat, the salty taste of his semen mixing with the taste of
his shit in her mouth. When Paul released her head, the blonde puked.

Paul stood up, his feet straddling her head, stretched and sighed.
"What a good fuck!" he exclaimed, and walked into the kitchen, kicking
her head on the way out. Leanne moaned and twitched on the floor as
Luke also pulled himself out. He cleaned her blood off of him with her
hair, and joined Paul in the kitchen.

Leanne rolled around of the floor, fucked and abused, her smooth
skinned bruised, covered with blood, shit and cum. Why, she wondered,
why her, not realizing the brave men in the other room had already
told her -- because she was pretty, and they liked seeing her in pain.

Through the haze of her torture, she knew the men who had kidnapped
and abused her had left, slowly she stood up; with an act of courage
totally unlike a woman, she pulled the bat from her asshole -- a pile
of shit and blood hit the floor as Leanne groaned. She staggered to
the front door, and pulled it open.

Just then, Luke, who had been watching her from the entrance to the
kitchen, stepped out into the living room wielding a butcher's knife.
"Don't go, Leanne!" he laughed as she stumbled out the door, "We were
having such a good time."

Fatigued from continuous, brutal abuse and loose of blood, Leanne, the
blonde college coed, didn't make it to the end of the driveway before
the collapsed on all fours. Still, she continued trying to crawl away,
and actually made it to the dirt road, before Paul and Luke sauntered
up behind her.

"Hey hey!" Paul chuckled, "Look what we have here. Our little toy
wants to go home?"

"Well, we can't have that!" agreed Luke, "Let's get this little filly
inside."

Paul grabbed two handfuls of blonde hair and Luke grabbed her two
smooth ankles. They hauled her painfully into the air, and ported her
like a sack of shit into the house.

"NOO NOOOO...." Screamed Leanne as she was taken forcibly back into
the house. The two right-thinking men hauled her through the living
room, where he blood and shit still mixed with their cum, and took her
into the kitchen. Leanne has no idea what was going to happen when she
saw the mouth of the wood-burning stove was gaping wide open; but as
they started shoving her in feet first, she screamed and bucked and
kicked and clawed at them with the spunky vitality of a twenty year
old; her fingernails only broke against the men's thick clothing,
leaving the strong men totally unharmed as first her feet, then her
full hips with her cunt and asshole, disappeared into the oven.

The stove had only been set to 250 degrees, so although her legs began
to cook and burn, it was not a rapid or merciful process. The blonde
bitch screamed as her body cooked. Paul and Luke leered down at their
victim, and masturbated over her. When they came for the second time
that night, they shoved her torsoe and head into the oven, and closed
the big iron door, sealing it tight. They watched through the peephole
with glee as at first Leanne banged on the door, screaming in terror
and agony, but then her body began to cock. The two men saw her sweat
cook right from her skin, which turned brown and charred. Her blonde
hair caught on fire, and burned brief and bright, leaving her head a
mass of burns. She was too disfigured to scream anymore, so the two
men left, and sat in the living room.

"So," asked Paul, "What do you think."

Luke looked at his new friend from across the room, and lit a
cigarette. "Thank you. You have set me free."