## Archive-name: slumberp

Part 1

Jennifer Hegelion called up Marcy Baccat at five o'clock. When Marcy picked up, the teenage blond bombshell said, "hey, my parents are gone for the weekend. Wanna come over? I'm having a slumber party?" Marcy, 5'5", raven-haired and eyed, thought about it. She was supposed to help her younger brother with his homework..."Sure!" She said.

So too did Angelica, an almost white-haired blond with a slim but bounteous figure, Molly, the youngest of the group at 15, and Stacey, a long-haired brunette with a plain face covered up by glasses. Marcy and angelica arrived at 7:00, with the other too girls arriving a little after 7:30. For a while, they watched TV -- 90210 and Melrose Place.

Then they ordered and pizza and took the car out to rent a movie. They decided to watch "fatal instinct" and "indecent proposal." By the time they got back from the MovieMaster, the pizza delivery boy was already there. The girls giggled and paid for the pizza. The boy waited to be tipped, but was blown off by the girls. Stalking away, he vowed revenge...

The girls ate their pizza and made some popcorn. They were half-way through "indecent proposal" when molly had to use the bathroom. Jennifer's house was big, but old. The only bathroom was on the second floor. Molly stood up, pushing her curly blond hair out of the way, and went to the bathroom. She was only 15, so she still had some baby-fat on her; not what one might call attractive, but cute in a young girl sort of way. However, her breasts had started swelling recently and they pressed against her white T-shirt.

She went into the bathroom door and closed and locked it. The shower-curtain was closed, but she mistook the heavy breathing behind it for the wind.

Young molly lifted up the toilet lid, and unzipped her jeans. She pushed her plain white panties around her ankles and squatted over the toilet. She put her head down, and her hair hung over her eyes. Urine started pissing into the toilet, and the shower curtain was flung open. A horrible, naked, masked figure leaped out. Molly threw her head up, but a fat hand muffled her mouth. The man's other hand yanked her up by her hair, and shoved her roughly against the opposite wall. Molly was still pissing uncontrollably, and the hot urine ran down the insides of her legs.

The fat man pressed her up against the wall with his body, keeping one hand over her mouth. She could feel his erection swell against her young body. For molly, who'd only ever reached first base with a boy, it was a horrible sensation. She could hear the man's ragged breathing, but couldn't feel his breath, as he towered more than a foot over her. The man's other hand reached down and began roughly squeezing molly's ass-cheeks. Fat fingers slipped in and out of her pussy, and worse yet, her tight anus. She gasped as the man inserted another finger up her asshole, and began twisting them wickedly around.

She squirmed and bucked against this unthinkable rape, but she only heard the man giggle and say, as much to himself as to her, "so you don't like things in your shit-hole, do you, fucking little girl." He sneered behind his mask and shoved a third finger into her ass, and started humping her hole with them roughly and cruelly.

Sweet young molly squirmed. She tried to scream or beg, but the mans hand was held tight against her mouth. She smelled cigar smoke on his fingers.

Then the man holding her did something even more awful. He knelt down, and his huge penis slid down her back. He removed his fingers from her aching anus, and molly in her naiveté thought the rape was over. How wrong she was.

The man guided the purple head of his over-grown cock till it pushed up against her asshole, stretched just a little now.

As he started pushing up, and his penis wedged itself slowly and painfully into molly's virgin asshole, he pulled molly roughly down on it.

She tried to wriggle and thrash about, but the man was too strong for her, and seemed to enjoy it anyway. She tried screaming -- her friends and peaceful safety were only downstairs -- but his hand was immovable. The hand covering her mouth folded in and pried he jaws apart, then it slipped inside her mouth and forced its way back until it was gagging her. Molly could still breath, but not a lot.

And she almost forgot to when the head of his enormous cock, which must have been four inches wide and a foot long, finally forced her bunghole open and marched its way in.

The evil man forced more and more of his massive cock into poor little molly, who thought she was going to be ripped apart. Then the man stood up, raising molly off the floor, her only support the disgusting cock in her anus. This hurt her even more and she thrashed about. Her sphincter clenched against his cock, trying to expel the invader, but this only inspired the man more. With his other hand, he roughly grabbed and squeezed one of molly's unfortunately large breast, crushing it like dough with his strength, and used it as a convenient handhold to pull molly's small body up and down the length of his giant cock.

Blood was starting to flow from her asshole, which was never designed to take this kind of abuse, and as his hand tortuously pulled and squeezed her tits, yanking them this way and that, stretching and contracting them as if he designed his motions to cause the most pain possible, which he had, molly lost consciousness...

Downstairs, the four girls finished watching the movie.

"Molly's sure taking a long time," said Stacey.

"Sure is," giggled Marcy, "maybe she fell in."

"Or," quipped Angelica sarcastically, "maybe a masked stranger came and had his way with her!" They all laughed at that absurdity.

"Well, I'll go get her," said Stacey and climbed upstairs.

Turning the corner at the top of the stairs, Stacey saw that the bathroom door was open. She heard unidentifiable sounds coming from inside, so she went to investigate. When she looked in, she stopped, stunned in terror.

There was a huge, fat, naked masked man. He was still balling poor molly's rear; he had her head stuck into the toilet bowl, and was mauling her young breasts with both hands, stopping occasionally to smack her slightly fat ass-cheeks.

Stacey stood as if paralyzed for a moment, until the hulking maniac noticed her. He stood off, molly's tight asshole letting go of his enormous dick with a slow sucking sound. She fell to the ground.

The man's prick, 12" long and covered with her friends blood and shit, stood out, quivering as if it were alive, pointed at Stacey. She tried to scream -- she turned and ran, but immediately the man grabbed a handful of her hair and yanked her back hard, so that she flew off her feet. Her glasses crashed to the ground and she lost consciousness...

"What was that?" Asked a nervous Marcy when they heard the muffled cry from upstairs.

"Oh, probably just molly and Stacey up to their old tricks. Leave 'em alone. Teach 'em good if we just ignored them..."

Stacey opened her eyes slowly. With her glasses gone, she was nearly blind. The first thing she noticed was that she was bound with a rough hemp rope -- tied squatting back to back with another naked person, and yes her clothes had been ripped of off her, who could only be molly.

The ropes tied them above and below Stacey's breasts, much smaller than molly's. Her thighs were strapped to her lower legs, and her ankles were bound together. Her balance might have been precarious had it not been that her feet were also now locked in some sort of stock.

She tried to scream, only to find she had been gagged -- and this frightened her most of all. The gag was not gentle or subtle, just a block of wood forced between her teeth, keeping her jaw wide and aching, held their by duck-tape wrapped around her head.

Then she heard a voice. The masked rapist's voice. Oddly familiar though...

"OK, whore. I see your awake. Since you can't see anything without your glasses, I'll describe what I'm doing. I'm behind you, in front of molly, who, if you'll notice, is trying to beg mercy from me. She, like you and your friends upstairs, is a stupid cunt. I have no mercy.

"The reason molly is trying to appeal to my kinder nature is that I'm holding a whip -- a really special whip, designed for mutilating big tits like this pigs. I made it myself -- three lengths of electrical wire tied around multiple little hooks. I'm holding it up to her face, waving it in front of her terrified eyes.

"Have you ever heard a fifteen year old scream when one of their tits gets slaughtered by one of these things. You shortly will. See, I'm gonna whip molly's fat left tit until it is bleeding rags. Then I'll figure out how to handle her right tit.

"Ready, molly?"

Molly moaned, her asshole still aflame from the violent raping, "no please! Don't! For the love of god!!! AAIIIGGGHHH!!!"

Stacey heard the whisper of the cruel instrument though the air, and the unmistakable crack as it landed solidly against her friends suffering tit. She felt blood spray against her back. She tried desperately to ignore molly's hideous screams, not daring to imagine what was happening to her friend, but couldn't. It seemed the whipping and mutilation of the tit went on forever. Blood sprayed freely across the room. Molly rocked hard in the ropes, shaking her blond head back and forth, wailing like a banshee.

And over molly's screams, she heard something worse. Laughter. The heartless mother-fucker torturing molly was getting of on her pain! He found the sight of her breast reduced to bloody strips of flesh funny!

Molly's new agony went on for some time, for the hooks in the whip were numerous but small, and each gauged only a tiny piece of flesh with each hit. To the man employing the whip, it was strenuous work, but well worth the effort in the agony of the young girl. The man's laughter and molly's screams filled Stacey's head.

The flesh flew off of molly's large tit like grease off of bacon. First one side of her breast, then the other, then her large nipple, were reduced to bleeding pulps. Molly's girlish face contorted with indescribable agony. Her body was wracked with pain, and her other tit giggled in counter-point to the sever whipping. Molly thought she could take no more pain. Her mind reduced to an animal-like state of screaming pain. Her entire body focused unwillingly on her left tit, which was layer by layer being ripped away. The anal-raping had been painful, but even that paled to nothing as her tit slowly disappeared...

The sick man began narrating for Stacey again, "molly's left tit is now destroyed, a beautiful lump of gore. Her agony must be incredible -- it turns me on. I have a huge cock; it quivers and leaps for her. Now I'm squatting down, rubbing my cock in her mutilated tits, fuckin her tit ... Ah, yes! Your blood is so warm and sticky. Your pain is so erotic... She's still conscious you know, now I'm forcing her head down over my prick ... Her mouth is all ready wide with her screaming ... I'm fucking her face now, but her bitch mouth is too small. I can barely get my iron staff in past the head. Stupid bitch."

Stacey heard a loud smack and felt her friends head snap to one side roughly as the man smacked her. He walked around the tied-up couple, leaving molly wailing in her pain, till her stood in front of Stacey. His foot-long prick wavered in front of her face. It was coated with molly's blood. He reached out a fat hand, and yanked a Stacey's brunette hair towards him, then used it as a rag to wipe himself off.

"Ok, Stacey, your next..." He grinned beneath his death-mask...

Part 2

Downstairs, more than an hour had passed. The girls went off looking for their lost comrades.

Angelica was tall for an 18 year old girl. Almost sex feet, her body long and slender, and topped with a crown of golden, wavy hair. Her breasts were large too, and the bra she was wearing barely covered their mass. The only other stitch of clothing she was wearing were her panties.

Angelica climbed into the attic, and turned on the electric light. As soon as she did so, the door slammed shut behind her and a hulking, blood soaked man leaped out of the shadows at her, wielding a huge cleaver, which he swung at her. He missed, and she ran from him, fear clenching her heart, making her stumble and fall.

It was as if the man was toying with her ... He catch up to her, nick her alabaster skin with the blade, drawing a prick of blood, then he'd fall back and chase angelica around and around the attic. She was screaming now, her hands clenched at her sides.

One of the blows caught under her bra strap and cut it off. Her breasts and large nipples swung free, only to become the immediate target of the madman. She screamed horribly as the blade bit deep into the side of her tender tit-meat. The man used the opportunity to slice her other breast, opening a huge gash in it, slicing her nipple in two; blood gushed out and angelica felt weak.

But the man wasn't through with his pretty teen yet. Manipulating her by her hair, he forced her thrashing body onto the floor. He sat on her back facing her rear.

Playfully, the man smacked her buttocks through her cotton panties for several minutes, while the virginal blond's legs and arms thrashed like a fish out of water. Angelica had been a spoiled bitch up till now, and had never been spanked; she'd never let a boy touch her. Now, a strange filthy man had sliced her two melons open and was abusing her ass-cheeks with his hands. Then he tore off her panties and shoved them in her mouth -- not to shut her up, he loved her screams, but to harass her more.

Her panties gone, he brought the full force of his rage against her cunt lips. He slammed his fists down with murderous intent against her poor pussy. He did this for several minutes until they had become puffy and sore.

Then her inserted the knife slowly into her love-canal, twisting it slightly to turn angelica's howl a higher pitch. Once he had it in, he started fucking her with it, faster and faster until blood flew out of her cunt with every backstroke; his free hand reached behind him, and grabbed a handful of her hair close to the head, and started beating her face into the wooden floor. Her nose broke quickly, and her teeth started shattering after several blows.

The man didn't stop until her cunt was a disgusting mess of sliced flesh, and many of the bones in her face were broke. Then he dragged the still-conscious girly downstairs to meet Stacey...

"Say hi to your girlfriend!" Barked the man, twisting angelica around so she could see what he'd done with Stacey. Angelica was still dripping blood from her breasts and cunt. The man started giggling when he saw Stacey.

In school, Stacey had always been a brain. Quite, smart. Never hurting anyone. This is what made her torture especially cruel -- she didn't deserve it. But to the man, it was very funny.

First, he's cut off Stacey's young nipples. She had squirmed and screamed, and the man enjoyed that. Taking a strong staple gun, he stapled her nipples over her eyes. "Women," the man laughed, "don't need eyes - but they need their nipples!"

That done, the man then cruelly sliced off the rest of her breasts. Done, he staples them back onto the girl, but inside out. Poor little Stacey is in agony, but the sick man's not done.

He unties her from molly, but then reties her so that her head's on the floor, her arms are stretch way above her nipples-for-eyes head. He's spread her legs and pulled them over her head. It's a rather fun position -- her asshole is hovering above her face.

To make the action come sooner, he had inserted a plastic tube down her throat and poured a whole bottle of laxative into her stomach.

Now, as he dragged the screaming beautiful angelica by her long hair towards Stacey, her asshole quivers and then shit shoots out at her. The man rushed over and removed her gag. Stacey, barely conscious, tried to turn her head, but the fat man laughs and pulls her head up, forcing her jaws open so that a stream of watery shit flows into it.

"Bet that taste's good, doesn't it, bitch?" He takes a switch and starts beating her thighs with it, while angelica lies bleeding and suffering on the floor.

The man smiles -- now he has three beautiful tortured teens in his secret dungeon. That only leaves two more...he smiles, thinking of the buxom Marcy...

Marcy ran from him, her nightgown clutching her sweaty body. She, like the other cunts, had been easy to catch. She'd been separated from Jennifer and had been about to leave by the front door. He just scooped up her tender body and carried her kicking and clawing downstairs.

He enjoyed chasing her around the room for a while, the way her innocent body showed its great figure through her thin nightgown. But eventually, he tired of this, and strapped her shaking body down onto a table.

He climbed on top of her, and inserted his huge deformed cock into her tight virgin pussy. She screamed as her cherry was ripped away, as the thick love-stick forced her pussy wide open. He humped her hard and fast, driven crazy with lust for his black-haired piece of meat. Her cries met with his approval as he banged her hard, blood leaking from her abused sex.

While her was fucking her, he got some needles. He inserted one, a long 5" sewing needle, through her nipple, strait down into her breast-bone; shoving hard, he got it to go through and lodge into her heart and lung. Her smooth tit was now doughnut-shaped, the nipple forced down against he body. Poor Marcy bucked with the pain, her lips gasping for air and coughing up blood. The ruthless man still pounded away at her pussy, but he still had plenty of needles. He pierced her other tit with seven of them, making it misshapen and looking like a procu-pine. Then he slid his needles into her neck and sides; boy, did she thrash and scream! Her pain brought him orgasmic pleasure, and as he pounded her tight fuck-hole, he felt himself about to cum.

Ripping out of her, he brought his smelly blood-covered cock up to her face. He got a firm grip on her hair with one hand and forced her mouth open with the other. He forced her mouth over his massive cock, which was quivering orgasmically. The young girl choked as it was forced back into her throat, gagging her. When he had as much of his penis sticking into the teenagers face as possible, with one huge surge, he started cumming.

He had as much cum as he had cock. He literally filled up her mouth with it, taking pleasure when she gagged and spat it up. But he was still coming in great globs, and filled up her mouth again. He also made sure to coat her fine-featured face with globs of his smelly cum. He came for a full minute, and when he was done, her face was a mask of cum. He smiled and smacked her, "good fucking bitch. Now, one more..." And he left Marcy tied to the table, needles torturing her flesh, cum drying on her face.

The shapely Jennifer had called the police, but they'd refused to believe her. She could've left the house, but she couldn't abandon her friends. She still had no idea what had happened to them.

She looked around the house; found Stacey's glasses, molly's bloody panties; in a room splattered with blood, there was angelica's white underwear and bra.

She was horrified and terrified. She had blood on her from what was on the floor. She decided to take a shower.

She locked the door, and turned the water on till it was steaming hot. Then she took off her clothes, revealing firm, mature tits and a lightly blond-furred cunt. She stepped into the shower and let the warm water run over her. She took the soap and ran it down her body, lathering up her firm flesh.

When the water was mysteriously cut off, Jennifer looked like a wet rat -- her hair clung to her shoulders and back. She opened the shower curtain...

To come face to face with the maniac. She screamed and retreated into the corner of the tub, expecting to be killed ... Or worse. But the masked man threw a bag at her feet, and said "get dressed" in an oddly familiar voice.

The clothes in the bag weren't really clothes. First, she put on the 5" heels; there was a tight mini-skirt with even its bottom cut off, so the bottom of her ass-cheeks and cunt was exposed. She wondered what to do with a large rubber strap until the man poked her tit with his fat finger. Jennifer cringed at his touch. She slipped the rubber over her top and arranged it around her breasts. The man turned her around and tightened it, so it crushed her large breasts painfully.

The last piece of Jennifer's ensemble was a fat, studded dog-collar, which the rapist snapped around her neck and clicked a leash to.

Then, without a word, he led the captive Jennifer, precariously balanced on the cruel heels, down the steps into the basement. There, he removed a panel from the wall, and Jennifer stepped through into her worst nightmare:

Molly was still tied up on the floor, her left tit bloody rags. Blood and shit leaked from her anus. She looked at Jennifer, barely comprehending.

And there was Stacey -- crap on her face, in her ears, in her mouth and up her nose; her nipples stapled over her eyes and her juvenile tits cut off and put back on backwards. She struggled feebly in her bounds.

Angelica had been bound to the wall. Her large breasts were cut in two, and blood still trickled from her mutilated cunt. She was unconscious from blood loss. Even if help came now, she would probably die.

Jennifer barely recognized Marcy. The slimy sperm had congealed on her face, and over two-dozen pins protruded from her body and tits. She too was dying from the first pin through her heart.

As the man showed her how he'd treated her friends, he was laughing, and calling her and them "sluts...whores...bitches...fucking dogs...shit-bag pigs..."

Finally, Jennifer cried out, "you disgusting man! You should die!"

The man became quiet. He turned solemnly to Jennifer and said, "I tough you'd be happy. I did it all for you ... Daughter..." And he removed his mask.

Jennifer swayed woozily on the heels. This man ... This rapist and torturer .. Was her father...

"Where's mom?" Jennifer gasped.

"Oh, just hanging around..." He turned Jennifer and threw on a spotlight. There was Jennifer's mother, still shapely after 45 years, hanging head-down from the ceiling, held up by something shoved in her cunt. Her mom's slightly saggy breasts had been whipped and burned. They were painful to look at.

"She'd been like that for hours, Jennifer my lovely daughter. And she'll stay like that for the rest of her life..." Jennifer's mom heard this, and a single tear rolled down her face.

Tugging roughly on the leash, dad forced Jennifer's body up close against his nakedness.

"Now," he said, "your gonna please your dear old dad..."

Jennifer lived almost two weeks more with her father. In all that time, she never stopped screaming...

Last modified (12/24/96 16:11:21) by Eli-the-Bearded.

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