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Subject: Demon Amulet 7A (mc,cruelty,nearly everything) Date: 18 Oct 1995 12:24:20 -0400 From: ngb10243@aol.com (N G B10243) Organization: America Online, Inc. (1-800-827-6364) Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories This story is fiction intended for mature adults. It contains graphic descriptions of sexual acts. Do not read this if you are a minor or easily offended. (In fact, I recommend you exit this directory/group if you fit in either category.)

There is no safe sex in this story. This either means that the characters are idiots or the story takes place in a univere without sexually transmitted diseases -- take your pick.

Demon Amulet by NGB Chap 7A -- And So It Goes...(mc,cruelty,nearly everything)

WARNING: Unlike the previous, relatively nice chapters, this chapter includes (by action, description or reference): mind control, mf, mm, ff, mff, oral, anal, pedo, incest, rape, nc, slavery, bestiality, bondage, domination, foot, milking, sadism, masochism, shaving (well, hair removal), exhibitionism, voyeurism, ws, scat, torture, mutilation, castration, vivisection, death, cannibalism, and maybe a few others. In other words, just about everything (except necrophilia, transvestites, Star Trek and a few fetishes).

Billy was now 28 years old. He lived in a fairly large mansion a few miles out of town, with a huge staff and a small fleet of cars.
Billy reached down and caressed the naked slave kneeling beside him on the seat. He was naked in the back of his limo, returning from a business and slaving trip to the city. Every week or so he had to go "shopping", as he called it. This had been a fairly good trip. The nude, busty redhead next to him and the naked Oriental gently sucking his cock were only two of the six he had collected. The rest were sleeping in the trunk.
He flicked red's long, pointy nipples, smiling at her moans. Her name was Donna something, emphasis on `was'. Her mind was already gone, replaced by the simple obedience of a slave; for the moment, Donna was effectively dead. Maybe he would give her back her mind long enough to rape her; the fear and revulsion, the screams and the tears were usually a big turn-on. But for now, she was nothing but a slave.
He grabbed her left nipple and twisted... hard... harder.
"Aaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhrrrrrrrrrrgggggghhhhhh!!!!!!"
There it was. She had a high pain threshold. His twist made it almost 3/4 of a revolution before she screamed. He played with her nipples, pulling them out, twisting them. Hepushed the spongy breasts together and tightly clamped both nipples with one hand, pulling and twisting, watching the expressions of pain distort her face.
Releasing her nipples, he grabbed her pubic hair, tearing out a small bunch of curly red locks. After examining it for a moment, he put it in her mouth, open in a quiet moan, and ordered her to swallow it, imagining the tickling and scratchiness it would produce in her throat... a very subtle torment. Grabbing another handful, he tore it free and once again fed it to her. He did this until her pubic area was fairly smooth and red.
Giving her pain-reddened cunt a slap, he turned her over on her hands and knees. Removing the petite Oriental from his cock, he positioned her at the redhead's ass and ordered her to clean the redhead's ass and cunt of any remaining hair.. with her teeth, but not to swallow. It was difficult work, but the Oriental had a good bite and sharp teeth. She did it faithfully, even with Billy pulling and twisting her nipples.
When the Oriental had finished, he pulled the redhead up into a sitting position and placed the Oriental in her lap. He had them kiss deeply, the Oriental transferring the hair in her mouth to the redhead who swallowed it as best she could. While the redhead's tongue was cleaning out the Oriental's mouth, he grabbed a few heavy double clamps. Using them, he clamped the redhead's nipples to the Oriental's, giving them sharp tugs to make certain they were tightly attached. After a moment of feeling around, he did the same to their clits, forcing the Oriental's sparse pubic hair to rub against the redhead's sensitive pubic area. They were nearly screaming into each other's mouths, but they continued their deep kissing, not having been told to stop.
He shoved the two of them, attached at tits and cunt, into a horizontal position, with the smaller Oriental on the bottom. Quickly greasing up his cock (for his own comfort; the redhead's comfort meant noting to him), he thrust it into the small, tight anus facing him.
He actually heard the redhead's scream this time, muffled though it was in the Oriental's mouth. No wonder. A tight virgin anus, suddenly torn by a man's thick 6 1/2" cock; the thrust pulling cruelly at her nipples, clamped and attached to the small woman underneath her; her sensitive clit pulled out and clamped to the other woman's clit; and her sensitive, red pubic area being grated across the Oriental's pubic hair like sandpaper.
Hmmmm. Billy, leaving his cock in the tight anus, grabbed another clamp and pulled the women's heads apart. Attaching one side of the clamp to the redhead's tongue, he pulled out the Oriental's tongue and carefully clamped the other side onto it. Both women moaned, then once again screamed into each other's mouths as he began thrusting.
It took a good fifteen minutes for him to climax. The redhead passed out once, but was forced back to painful consciousness by the Amulet hanging around her Master's neck.
After unclamping the two (and enjoying their gasps as blood reentered their various body parts), he had the redhead kneel down on the floor, in the Oriental's previous position, to clean up his cock. As she licked and sucked the slightly bloody, shit-covered cock, Billy started playing with the Oriental.
Fortunately for the Oriental, they were just entering the grounds of Billy's estate. An electric fence ran along the perimeter and Billy's special guards stood at attention at the gate.
In fact, all men who worked for Billy were "special". Billy had decided that no man but himself in his domain would be allowed to climax. So he possessed the only pair of balls within a mile of his house. Well, that's not technically true. He always made certain to give his employees their severed testicles back, attached to a unique plaque which they had to place above their beds.
There were a few exceptions. Billy now had two young sons (oe by Mother, one by Amy), just toddlers, who were unscathed. He had also made an exception for Chris, his childhood friend, who was allowed one or two orgasms a month. Billy had never been very interested in homosexuality, except for Chris. Chris was the only man who continued to excite him. Oh, certainly, he occasionally raped young boys, but that was mostly just to cause pain and keep himself open to all experiences. He also raped each new man in his service as the man's balls were being removed. Rape during mutilation was always a big turn-on. (Usually, he raped their mouths, feeling their throats massage his dick with their screams, but a couple times he carefully raped the anus while the victim's balls were slowly and very cautiously removed.)
But he still called them "men," even without testicles. On the other hand, there were no "women" on his estate, only "sluts," "bitches," or "cunts."
He rolled down his window, and the guards, seeing Billy, stood at attention, saluted and opened the gate.
His mansion was fairly large. Ten bedrooms, five bunkrooms (with about 20 beds each), a large kitchen, dining room, study, library, dungeon, pool, garden and a very large play/living area. With the six new additions, he would have nearly fifty women in residence, with about 20 men and boys as well. All of them were his obedient slaves.
The limo pulled up in front of the main entrance, and two men and half a dozen women ran out to greet him, kneeling once they were in position. The men, like all men within the privacy of his estate, were dressed only in tight spandex briefs. The women were nude.
He stepped out and caressed his mother's head, petting her. She was always there to greet him when he came home. The driver moved to the trunk to release the four girls stuffed in there. They had slept since he had collected them a few hours earlier. He no longer put more than five in the trunk at a time. Not since the time he had stuffed seve in there and only three came out alive. (He didn't care that they had died, just that he had wasted so much time on them.)
"Lock them up for the night. I'll break them in tomorrow." Billy gestured and the three men (including the driver) and three of the women led the new slaves inside and down to the dungeon. All new slaves spent their first night in chains. To be honest, there was really no need to chain them or break them in. The Amulet could take care of all of that... and it usually did. Billy just liked to do it the hard way. It was more traditional.
The remaining three women crawled beside him, scraping their knees on the pavement, as he walked inside.
He paused just inside the door and held out his foot for his doorslut to lick his feet clean. She was a bit slow today for some reason, so he gave her a good kick in the face when she finally finished. Broke her nose, maybe. It didn't matter. Her only job was cleaning his feet. To break her in, he had walked through dog shit, piss, mud, an anthill and gravel. She licked and swallowed it all, without vomiting. (A standing house rule was whoever vomited had to lick it up... unless Billy was the one who was sick.) Billy wondered whether or not her tongue was wearing out. After all, she had been the doorslut for over a year, a long time for a doorslut to last. Let's see... how did he get rid of the last doorslut? Oh yes, gave her one last fuck (up the ass; no sense in being too nice to her), then crushed her head by standing on it and loading himself down with weights. (The new DoorSlut had licked him clean after the execution.) Hmmm. He'd have to come up with a different method this time. He'd cut his foot on a skull fragment the last time. Maybe he'd just crush her neck. Anyway, such speculation was a bit too premature. She probably had another month or two left in her.
Like DoorSlut, he had many bitches with a single job.
He had one for his toilet. She drank ony his piss and ate only his shit. That was now her entire purpose in life. Eventually, she'd be unable to swallow his shit quickly enough and would choke and suffocate like the others before her. Until then, her only real nutrition was through an IV drip. (After all, he didn't think there was much nutritional material in shit and piss.) Sure, an IV was a bit extravagant, but it was nice to know she would know no other taste than his waste.
He had a tissue bitch. Her job was to swallow his snot and clean his nostrils with her tongue. A very disgusting, but not very demanding job. The only times he really used her was when he had a cold.
He had a slut with a soft stomach and tits to use as a pillow and another to warm his feet at night.
He had one to wash him in the shower or bath. (Occasionally, he'd take a tongue bath, but he usually used a small group to do it. It would take too long for any one slut to clean him that way.)
He had one to act as a footrest, and another as his dinner plate. (His dinner plate had numerous burns on her belly, cunt and tits from scalding hot food. But it didn't really bother her. Billy had made her a pain slut, a true masochist. She also had burns from black candle wax from occasional candlelight dinners; she had to hold the candles upright with her mouth and cunt.)
He made sure he always had at least three or four milk

cows, women he kept pregnant to keep their milk flowing easily. His lips hadn't touched non-human milk in three years. (He didn't consider the cows' children to be his. They were just future slaves. In fact, since the baby boys' balls were too small for trophies, he simply fed the testicles to the mothers... a little post-labor snack.)
He had a doctor in residence to care for them, but she was forbidden to repair any major damage without specific permission. Major damage was probably intentionally inflicted. She was also forbidden to dispense or use any painkillers or aneshesia without permission.
All these sluts' different jobs might get confusing at times if he hadn't hit upon the idea of tattooing each slut's purpose in life on her forehead. "Toilet", "Tissue", "DoorSlut", "Pillow", etc. were all tattooed in tasteful, attractive letters on their foreheads.
Of course there were also sluts who didn't really have definable titles.
Once, inspired by an old gangster movie, he had encased a slut in a cement block, with only her ass hanging out. She breathed, "ate" (if you can called drinking liquefied food "eating") and drank through a tube, shit and pissed through her exposed genitalia, and lived a full two weeks encased, unmoving, in hard darkness. Although it was an exciting idea at the beginning, he found that the artificially-heated cement scraped his thighs whenever he fucked her. When he finally got tired of her, he just pissed in her tube until she drowned. Her body was, of course, dumped in a nearby lake.
There was one bitch, still alive, he had nicknamed "Holey Mary". (Not Mary Black... she was still around somewhere, unlike her mother and sister, long since passed away.) She no longer looked human; she was just a mass of places to stick his dick. It had started when she had accidentally scraped his cock with her teeth once. He was in a bad mood and had immediately dragged her to the doctor to have her teeth pulled out. No anesthesia. That had been one wild fuck. Her head and torso were strapped down while the doctor pulled out her teeth, but her legs and hips were unfettered, free to thrash about while he fucked the shit out of her. He had really enjoyed fucking her mouth till it bled during the following week. A week or so later, he had a great idea. A way to fuck her mouth without going through her lips. With Mary once again strapped down and Billy fucking her ass, the doctor carefully cut a flap of flesh free at the base of her neck. Similar to a tracheotomy, but large enough for his dick. Hecould now fuck her throat, up to her mouth, by literally fucking her throat. (True, he had to be careful, or he'd suffocate her and end all his fun.) That had really started him going. Her hands were now sewn into two permanent masturbation sleeves for his cock. Her feet had been sewn together so he could always fuck her insteps. (But they still allowed her knees to part widely enough to let him reach her cunt and asshole.) His masterpiece so far was her breast (no longer breasts). He had her large breasts vivisectioned together, forming one large breast (two nipples) with a nice tight hole running through the middle. (She had to go most of the day with a dildo stuck in her breast tunnel, to keep it from healing closed.) Though he rarely used them, her outer ears had been cut up, leaving a cock- sized hole in each. At the moment, he was working on her nose. The septum had been removed, and the single remaining nostril was being slowly stretched to eventually admit his cock into her sinus cavity. Last night, while fucking her navel (which had been surgically widened and deepened to admit his cock 3-4" into her gut) and enjoying her cries of pain, he had started wondering about her eye. This weekend, he'd decided to have the doctor pluck one eye out. The resulting hole probably wouldn't fit much more than the head of his dick, but the idea turned him on. And anyway, it was always wild, fucking a slut during surgery without anesthesia.
Not being able to walk or even eat normally, Mary's only purpose in life was to provide fuck holes. When Billy eventually tired of her, he had already decided how to kill her. He would have the doctor cut open her guts so he could fuck her intestines. Then, while he was getting hard again, Mary's chest would be opened so Billy could fuck her still beating heart to death. True, he might have to use localized anesthetics to keep her from dying too quickly, but just thinking about it made him hard. But it could wait. Poor, bed-riden, pain-riddled Holey Mary was still one of his favorites. He never grew tired of her screams. Maybe... hey! He could cut a hole in her tongue! He could fuck her mouth and tongue together. It would be like fucking her screams. He'd have to be careful not to tear her tongue out, but Billy mentally added it to the list of holes to make anyway.
Mary was the most obvious example of living torture, but there were other, more traditional examples. As he entered his living area, he saw one of his three traditional-torture sluts prominently displayed, hanging horizontally by straps attached to her wrists, ankles and waist. (The other torture sluts were affixed to his bedroom wall and the rack in the dungeon.)
(Of course, the torture sluts and the bitches like Holey Mary who were unable to care for themselves each had a cunt assigned to care for them, feed them, clean them, remove their waste products, apply antibiotics to prevent infections, etc.)
Most of the house was nicely carpeted, but there was a hard tile under the torture slut, with drains to keep blood from staining the carpet.
Billy paused to examine her. All her toenails were gone, along with two toes. Right kneecap broken and bound up. Her left hand was lacking fingernails and the little finger, but her right hand was still intact. Nose smashed. One eye blackened and puffy. A couple teeth missing. Singed nipples and cunt. If he was lucky, he might be able to make her last another two or three days. He usually used up two torture sluts a week.
He rolled over a small machine on wheels and pulled out two wires, one with a clip, one with a small metal-tipped butt plug on the end. He attached the clip to her clit and shoved the dry plug into her butt. After giving them both sharp tugs to make sure they were firmly attached, he went to the machine and began fiddling with knobs. The "volume" knob would go anywhere from low moans at `1' to ear-piercing screams at `8' to unconsciosness at `10'. The current wouldn't be continuous either, or she would simply adjust to it. It would vary considerably but average out at the correct setting. He just wanted some background "music" from the slut, so he set it between `3' and `4'.
As he started to move away, the cunt assigned to care for the torture slut moved to her side, a small vial in her hand. During the torture, it was her job to catch any tears. Hot salty tears were one of Billy's favorite drinks, but it took quite a while to get enough for a glass-full.
Listening to the slut's loud moans, he went past her and sat down in his favorite chair. Originally white, he had stained it dark red with blood, human blood. (His chair covered with tanned human skin was too damn uncomfortable, but it was still around the house somewhere.) His Footstool quickly crawled into position, and he propped his feet up on her back.
Two sluts started a lesbo 69 on the carpet in front of the fireplace. Billy always liked to have a little show going on in the background.

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