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THE DISAPPEARANCE OF AMY





Authors Note.

	This story contains scenes of graphic violence and rape. Brutal forced sex and mutilation are described here in great detail. The views and prejudices of the characters are not shared by the author or by the site displaying this story. It is a complete work of fiction. Rape and mutilation are crimes punishable by the fullest extent of the law. The military penalty for rape is death, and some states adopt the same principle. I do not personally condone these practices or views. And am not to be held responsible by those who do. If graphic violence and rape offend you, turn back now. Hit back on your browser or close your Internet program Then go hug your daughters tight and tell them you how much you love them. 
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E PLURIBUS NOCTUA.


















	Amy is happy, like just about every other day of her life. She skips down the sidewalk in her skimpy cheer leader outfit, and remembers Sean. It had been her first kiss, and it thrilled her. His hand on her breast had been unexpected, and she couldn't wait to tell her sister. Priscilla was eighteen and engaged. A fount of knowledge for the sixteen year old, that was at her ready disposal. Amy slowed when she saw the moving van. The house down the street had been vacant for as long as she remembered. She walked up and saw a well muscled young man overseeing the movement of boxes. After a moment, he saw her. Smiling, he waves and she returns the gesture. Her heart races as he walks over. 
	"Hi, I'm John. And as I'm sure you can see I'm moving in here." he holds out a hand and she reaches out to shake. She blushes when he pulls her hand to his mouth and kisses her fingers. 
	"I.. Umm, I'm Amy. I live just up the street. Welcome to the neighborhood." His eyes are bright and beautiful. A light grey that complimented his blonde hair and pale complexion. She thought he was absolutely gorgeous. 
	Calling out to the two men moving boxes, he thanks them, and they pile into a car and drive away. "Would you care for a drink? The fridge is the first thing I unpacked. And it is stocked full of pop and beer." 
	She giggles as he says pop. Here in Georgia everyone called it soda. "You must be from up north."
	"How can you tell, does my Pennsylvania heritage show that much"
	"No, everyone around here says soda, you said pop. My dad says only damn yankees say pop. But yes, thank you. I would like that very much!" She had thought Sean was cute, this man was a thousand times more. In his muscle shirt and boots and jeans, he made her want to kiss him. He was undeniably attractive, and attracted to her, though he was at least five years older. As she skipped up the walk ahead of him, it never crossed her mind to call home, or even so much as look behind her. Her naivete was so complete as to make her think that no one would ever hurt her, that there were no bad people in the world. But if she had turned to look into his eyes right then, she would have run screaming. For his gaze was that of a predator.
	He takes her backpack and ushers her into the house first. Seeing her seated in a big soft chair, he goes thru the archway and she hears the sounds of soda being poured and a stereo comes on. A flute can be heard, soft notes drifting on the breeze, and she makes sure her skirts are carefully arranged to cover her knees. Returning, he hands her a glass of coke and sits with a glass of beer. As she sips at her glass, they make small talk. He is just out of the Army and settled in the area hoping to join the Atlanta symphony. It was indeed him on the stereo, he listens to his own work to listen for nuances. She assures him that his music is perfect and beautiful. Then has to stifle a yawn. He refills her empty glass and inquires of her family. 
	She grows increasingly drowsy as she tells of her engaged sister and hard working parents. Her arms are leaden as she tries desperately to hold onto the thread of the conversation. He tucks a pillow behind her head, and she nods gratefully. He sits on the ottoman in front of the chair and lifts her feet into his lap. When he pulls her shoes off and massages her feet, she tells him she really should be getting home to bed. He assures her that her own bed is something she will never sleep in again. She knows this should disturb her, but she is strangely calm. He rubs her legs softly with his hands and her skirt bunches up around her thighs as he works his way higher. A part of her lost deep inside knows this is a bad thing, knows she should be telling him to stop, but it feels sooo good. Her legs part easily at his insistence, she doesn't even try to stop him. She only wishes her head was clear. Then his hand slides up the inside of her thigh and tugs at the fabric of her cotton panties. She feels them slide down her thighs and then off. She knows she should be kicking and screaming. He holds the slightly damp, sweaty panties up to his face and sniffs deeply. Then tucks them into a pocket with a smile. He licks a thumb and parts her small mound of pubic hair to slide it thru the slit of her pussy, the thrill of Seans kiss was nothing next to this. She is at once excited and terrified. Turned on and somehow dirty at the same time. His hands pop the buttons of her blazer loose as he kisses her deeply. She does her best to return it wholeheartedly. As he unbuttons her top and pulls her sports bra up to expose her tits, which are a bit small for a girl her age, but her nipples are long and dark, and she moans against his mouth, eyes rolling back in her head. His strong hands caress her small, perky tits and his thumbs rub her tiny hard nipples.
	"Oh the things I am going to do to you." She finds this very stimulating and manages to arch her back slightly, pushing her tits into his hands. He squeezes gently, then she feels one hand slide down her belly and cup her pussy. She licks her lips at this touch, and he rubs the lips of her virgin slit with his fingers, working them side to side and up and down. She can feel herself get wet at his touch, and the pleasure she feels is a throbbing wave inside her body. Then his fingers delve into her, and she gasps, and is swallowed by darkness.

 

	She comes around to a knock on the door. A moment later, her sister can be heard.
	"Hi, I'm Priscilla, I live up the street." She exchanges pleasantries with her captor and the part of Amy that is still Amy struggles to speak, knowing salvation is less than ten feet away. A moment later, hope surges within her as the topic of conversation turns to her. "My sister, Amy hasn't come home from school. She was due in over three hours ago." Had it been that long, it seems only moments since she was speaking with him on the lawn. "I don't suppose you've seen her?" Hope fades as he replies.
	"No, I haven't seen anyone since I started unpacking. What does she look like." The small flicker of hope within her slowly gutters as her sister describes her. About five two, red hair, big green eyes. In a red and grey cheerleader outfit. She just turned sixteen. He assures her that he will keep an eye out for her and gets her home phone number. Amy screams desperately inside, unable to move or to speak. 'I'm right here, 'Scilla, I'm right here. Please help. Please.' The hope that is left dies as the door shut and locks.
	He seats himself across from her and drinks his beer. As he pulls his boots off, he speaks. "Your sister is very pretty." he is right, Priscilla is what Amy will look like in two years. Tall, large firm breasts, long legs, a winning smile and dark green eyes. "But I like them younger. Like, about sixteen." a small tear rolls down Amys face as pulls his shirt off. She knows what he wants. Knows he will take it. He lifts her legs and places her knees over the arms of the chair, exposing her virgin slit all the more. As he kneels between her legs, he caresses her thighs. "I suppose you are wondering why you can't move or speak? It's a little something I picked up in the service. A sedative that is also a mood enhancer. It amplifies whatever you are feeling by a hundred times. Moods as well as pleasure or pain. But this isn't about pain. This is about you seeing heaven before I'm done with you." with that he lowers his face to her slit. 
	She manages to look down just enough to see what he is doing. As he licks her slit and rubs it with his fingers, she moans involuntarily. When he finds her clit, she whimpers. His tongue is hot and wet inside of her. More tears come as she realizes she is enjoying this. It is a betrayal of her by her body. Her breath starts coming faster, and he probes her ass hole with his thumb, pressing into it slightly, not enough to penetrate, but enough so that she is aware of what he is doing. Then her orgasm comes. In a hot flush of pleasure that turns her skin bright red and brings a flood of fluid out of her pussy. She is gasping and trying to focus. That's when his lips find hers. She unconsciously works her mouth against his, feeling his tongue against hers and his hands on her tits. There is the most unusual taste on his lips she has ever known. She can't figure out what it is, but she loves the way it feels, smooth, like velvet. The way it tastes, so unusual, yet so familiar.  And she licks his lips to find more, and she sucks at his tongue inside her mouth. He pulls back to look at her and sees her licking her lips. 
	"Do you like that taste?" she nods. Then feels his fingers part her virgin pussy like a flower, and one runs along the length of her most private inner places. The feel of it is thrilling, running shivers up her spine and shooting pins and needles through her crotch and abdomen. Then he rubs the same finger across her tongue, and she realizes what it is. It is the flavor of her own juices. He is letting her taster her own vaginal secretions. It is a dirty thrill to her. He spends some time rubbing her pussy with his fingers and letting her lick the fluid from them. Then there is something else. Something she should know. She tries to see, but her head still won't move very far. A moment later she realizes what it is. It is his cock, he is pressing his cock into her slit. 
	She moans as he presses into her, it is impossibly large, and her pussy far too small for it. But he slowly makes headway. He is almost casual in it, and she knows that he isn't trying to hurt her. At least, not yet. Once the head of it is in, there is no stopping him, but her muscles still frustratingly won't move. He takes his time at it, and she feels her hymen break, a quick flash of pain, and he pushes deeper still, harder and longer. She can feel his cock moving in her. It is hot, so hot that it burns. She feels him pressing at her cervix. "God!" She thinks to herself. "How big is it?" And with gentle insistence, thru into her womb. It seems like an hour before his balls slap against her flesh. 
	He gives her time to adjust before he slowly grinds his hips against her. Not thrusting, just turning his cock from side to side and moving it less than an inch back and forth, in small circles. Her moans were coming faster now, matching his movements, and her eyes rolled back in her head. She was terrified, scared out of her mind, and dirty from his touch, but god, it felt so GOOOOD! Her second orgasm nearly made her lose herself. But the feel of his seed flooding her a moment later brings her back. Then he collapses against her, and she sees how sweaty he is, how sweaty they both are. She realizes with a shock that he had been pounding her with full bodied strokes for more than five minutes. She is gasping and sobbing as he pulls out and kisses her chest and her neck. He spends quite some time doing this. Caressing her, petting her. Then he stands and leaves. She watches his naked back as he goes, at once hating him and wanting him more than ever. 
	He isn't gone long, he returns with a bowl and a towel. Setting them on the ottoman, he removes a sponge from the steaming water in the bowl and proceeds to wash her pussy. With her legs over the chair arms, she is in no position to deny him. After he has washed the sweat and blood and juices from her he begins rubbing shave gel into her pubic hair.
	"Smooth as a virgin pussy. Or not so virgin." His words bring another sob from her as he pulls out a razor and begins to shave her. It doesn't take him long at all. She was a late bloomer and her tits were little more than a handful to him and her pubic hair was practically nonexistent. When he is done he sponges her off again and rubs the smooth lips with his fingers. She is still sore from his huge cock in her, but his touch brings forth hidden juices and he rubs them into her flesh very softly. Then he brings her legs down to the front and takes her by the shoulders. Leaning her forward, he pulls off her blazer and then her bra, leaving her in just her red and grey skirt. Placing one arm under her knees, he lifts her easily and carries her across the room. Into the study and down a long flight of steps.
	In the root cellar, at least two floors below ground, he sets her gently on the bare concrete and slides the skirt off of her. Now she is completely nude and her silent tears run down her cheeks like rain. "I will be back in a while with food and drink. The drug should wear off soon. The door is locked and I haven't gotten around to installing lights down here yet, so I recommend sleep. A girl could get hurt stumbling around in this dark old cellar. And besides, you're going to need your strength." He walks away, closing a door at the foot of the steps, locking her in total darkness.
	Somewhere, in between sobbing and aching, she must have fallen asleep. That was when he returned. He stood looking down on her. She had no idea what was coming. He would let her sleep some more, it would be a few days till she slept again. In the meantime, he returned upstairs to get things ready.
The first thing Amy thought upon waking was that it was all a bad dream. But when she tried to stand, her pussy ached and her bones were water. The tears returned in a sudden flood. And with it, came a headache like she had never had before. She screamed and crawled into a corner. She was still huddled there an hour later when he came for her. He had been listening thru the microphone the whole time.
	The light burned her eyes, and she could not make out his shape thru the tears. But she heard him fine. His words came crystal clear thru the haze of the drug.
	"I'll bet you have a rampaging headache right about now and you can't get your legs to move the right way? Well, I have something upstairs that will clear all that right up and a good hot shower. But you have to crawl up there and get it. Not walk. Crawl, on your hands and knees. I'll be upstairs when you're ready."
	It took her another hour to find the strength and swallow her pride enough to begin the journey. But she realized part way up that she could not have walked even if she had wanted to. Her legs scraped across the steps and her strength gave out and dumped her on the cold hard concrete, scratching her tits and bruising her ribs. But she made it to the top. As she lay there panting and sobbing in her sweat. Then his damnable voice came to her again.
	"Finally. I was beginning to lose hope." He lifts her easily and she makes only a token effort to stop him.. He carries her into an adjoining room and sets her on a hard strait back chair. "Stay right here, I'm going to get you something to eat, a strong girl like you needs to eat regularly, to keep your strength up." he leaves her in a horror house of sexual toys. She sees dildos and vibrators of every shape and size, whips, chains, handcuffs and manacles, gags and blindfolds. Leather and latex, steel and plastic. She is shaking with sobs when he returns. 
	"Did you get a good look around? I hope so, you will become intimate with everything in this room over the next week or two. And, just to keep you from getting too hopeful, let me show you something." Setting the plate on the table before her, he walks over to a coffin propped against the wall. When he opens it, she screams. Inside is Priscilla, bound and gagged. Penetrated from both the front and back. Her sisters eyes lock on her almost at once. He closes it again and waits for the hysterics to stop. "Your sister is a prisoner of mine.  Now I suggest you eat, and quickly. We begin in five minutes." 
	She ate mechanically, finishing the whole plate without tasting it. "Enough."He whisks the plate away and throws it across the room. "Stand." When she stands, he kicks the chair away and grabs the back of her neck and bends her over the table. She struggles with him, trying to break his iron grasp, but he lifts her up and slams her down against the table, bruising her tits and jarring her cheekbone against the hard wood. She feels his warm skin against her ass, and begs with him. 
	"Please. I'll never tell. Just let me go. Please don't fuck me any more." But her words fall on uncaring ears. His cock presses against her ass. She fights like a demon, but he is much stronger than her. He penetrates with ruthless ease and grinds his cock deeper into her body. She screams for all she is worth but all that comes out is a pitiful squeak. Her virgin chute was never meant for this kind of intrusion, she feels blood on her thighs and it feels as if his cock is tearing her in two. He thrusts harder and harder, till his balls slap against her thighs. There is so much pain she is seeing stars, it feels like his cock is all the way up to the back of her throat. It is almost like he is a different person than before. Casually brutal and horribly aggressive. He gives her body time to adjust, then pulls the length of his shaft out of her body and slams it back in one thrust. This time her scream finds voice. Her wail echoes in the confined space and he releases her neck. Her ass burns and there is a stabbing pain from her ass all the way up to her skull, reinforcing the idea that his cock was three feet long. She pushes herself up and he grabs her tits and pulls her closer to his body. Kissing her neck and massaging her tits, he grinds his cock into her body and lifts her off the floor with the thrusts. One at a time he lifts her legs up and places them on the table, using the position to force his cock deeper into her abused body. And she is in no position to fight him.
	Unexpectedly, she finds herself moaning at the attention. His cock was a huge hot tearing intruder in her abused ass, drawing blood with each stroke, and spearing deeper into her body with each passing moment. But at the same time it was arousing. She was going to cum from the horrible abuse of her shit chute. It brought fresh tears, fresh horror. Then she feels his cum flood her. As its warmth spreads thru her, she feels her own orgasm just about to crest. Then he pulls out. She wails with the sudden absence of his shaft inside her. The loss of its heat suddenly making her cold. He lowers her legs to the floor and she shakily gets her balance, then she slumps over the table. Sobs wrack her petite frame as he rubs his big hands over her sore ass. She can feel his still erect cock rubbing thru her ass crack, hotter than ever. 
	He walks around her and she looks up at him. His cock is gory red and huge. It is at least ten inches long and as thick as her wrist. 
	"Suck it." she moans, knowing where it has been, and shakes her head. He doesn't get angry, he just handcuffs her wrists to the table and turns her over onto her back. Pulling her legs back, he ties her ankles to the table legs. Then he fits a metal bit between her teeth, and fastens it around her head. "I'll be back tomorrow. You will have plenty of company till then." Then he walks over to where Priscilla is locked in the coffin and opens the lid. Dragging her sister out, he removes the gag and caresses her face for a moment. "Kneel slave."
	She is horribly complacent. "Yes, master." when had this happened? Priscilla was usually a ball of fire and temper. Now she is completely submissive to this horrible monster, to this rapist.
	"Clean me." She doesn't say a word, she just unflinchingly takes his cock into her mouth and begins to suck him clean. Amy sees him looking at her. His eyes are intense. Priscilla has taken his cock into her mouth, and then her throat. He reaches down and holds her head, not allowing her to breathe. After a long minute, he releases her and she pulls back just long enough to catch her breath, then continues to suck him clean. It takes a long time, she sucks his cock into her throat repeatedly until it is clean, then licks the blood and shit from his sack and pubic hair. Then takes him again into her throat. He pulls out and shoots his cum all over Priscilla's face.
	She stands up and he hooks a leash onto a piercing in her right nipple and leads her out of the room. Amy isn't alone long. The door opens again a minute later and another man enters. She knows what for when he undresses. The next twenty four hours are a steady string of men. The cocks never stop coming, she wonders if there are this many men in all of Georgia. Her legs are sore from the position, and her back is aching from the edge of the table cutting into her. And still they come. She tries to sleep, but they slap her awake again, and fuck her harder for the lost time. At one point he brings Priscilla back and she watches impassively as Amy is raped repeatedly for more than an hour. None of them cum inside her, they shoot it across her chest and legs, and none of them use her mouth. When the last one leaves, he unhooks the leash and takes Priscilla by the back of her neck. Guiding her over, he bends Amy's sister between her legs and bends her over at the waist. Priscilla kisses Amys tits and licks the cum from her body. Amy feels something press into her ass, it is a vibrator. Then Priscilla moans and Amy can barely make out that he is fucking her sisters ass. He is at it a while. When he is done, he walks around to her face and offers his bloody cock again. After removing the bit, he asks her. 
	"Will you suck it now?" she shakes her head again. He replaces the bit and Priscilla cleans him again. This time he holds the back of her head till she chokes on it, trying to get air. Then releases her unconscious body. He leaves her where she falls. Then he leaves. As he goes, two men enter. They untie Amy, and use her both at once. More and more men come in, some use Priscilla while they wait for their chance with her. Seeing the abuse her sister receives, the abuse, the beatings, and there is obviously no restrictions on use, as at times she is triple penetrated, Amy vows never to suck his cock.
	But she does. It is three more days with no sleep or food before she takes his cock into her mouth. She is sticky with half-dried cum and sore all over. She watches from the floor as he brutally fucks Priscilla's ass, abusing her worse and worse with each stroke. He slaps her hard and yanks on her hair to bring her upright into his arms. He squeezes her tits hard enough to make her squeal. Then lock his hands around her throat. She struggles at this. Soon she is limp and unresisting to him. So he lets her go. Pulling out his cock, he pushes her over, unconscious, into a puddle of cum and excrement. When he walks over, she holds out for all of five seconds when he offers. Then she takes it in her hand and then between her lips. He forces it down her throat and she almost chokes on her own vomit. But he face fucks her till he shoots his cum into her stomach. The substance of it is the most she had to digest in almost a week. He grabs her by the neck and guides her over to Priscilla. Rolling her sister over with a careless kick of his foot, he kicks her legs wide open and forces Amy to bend over at the waist till her face is buried in her sisters shaven slit.
	"Lick it. Lick up the cum, or I leave you here for another day." The though of another day without sleep is more than Amy can bear, so she licks her sisters bloody slit. As she does, he ties her wrists with expert skill, tight enough that no amount of struggling will get her loose, but loose enough that her blood flow was not severely restricted. Then he makes her stand and fits a collar around her neck. Hooking a leash to it he leads her out of the room. She is so tired that she is stumbling and everything is blurry. As they go, three men pass them, joking of how good this place is. And what a piece of ass the redhead is. Amy knows her sister is his whore, now and forever. He leads her back to her basement cell, and he opens a door to a bathroom. He her up and places her on a stool. Then he turns on the shower. There are four shower heads pointed at her. He washes her with a scrub brush and scouring powder. Then washes her hair and produces a hose that flushes her abused ass and ravaged slit. Making her balance precariously on one leg till he is done. When he is done washing her, he turns the water off, leaving her shivering in the middle of the room, and he lifts her down to the floor. Making her sit, he ties her ankles to the legs of the stool. 
	"Your sister sucked me clean the second time it was offered. You held out till the fifth time. More fire, more spirit." as he talks, he shaves the week of fluff that had grown around her red, raw pussy. The strokes bring flashes of pain. "The cops have given up looking for you, you know. They stopped about three days ago. They were all thru this house, never found half the rooms here. You are mine. Forever." Then she feels a new pain. Looking down, she sees he has put a ring thru her labia. A pitiful squeak escapes her. He unties her legs and lets her stand. Untying her hands, he turns the water back on, just a little too hot. "Wash up, you stink of sweat. Then come upstairs." He leaves her under the four jets of water. As soon as he is gone, she turns the water up as hot as she can stand it. She scrubs herself raw, using every drop of soap and shampoo that she can find. But even after she is red and exhausted from the activity, she still feels dirty. He returns an hour later, to find her shivering thru her tears under the jets of icy water.
            "Get up." She doesn't budge. "Get up." Again she stays rooted to her spot.  He walks over and shuts off the water, and grabs her by the hair. Dragging her to her feet, he leads her across the room. "We still have a lesson to learn, I see. So, time to do so. Dragging her into a third room, he leads her to the center thru the darkness. She feels something cold move under her feet. He halts her. "Don't move." He walks off into the darkness. As she waits, shivering in the solitude, something moves across her foot. Then the lights come on. The room is covered with a blanket of snakes. She screams. Stumbling across the floor, she backs up against the wall. 
	"Most of these snakes are non venomous, the ones that are, will leave you fully aware, but paralyzed. Sound familiar. I milk them to get the drug I used on you. Mixed with extacy, it creates that euphoria that you experienced. Now, I haven't milked them in several days, so they should be ready to feed. Now, they can't kill you, but you will be paralyzed for several hours." As he speaks, he walks across the floor towards her. Upon reaching her, he takes her by the neck and leads her back into the center of the room. "They strike at movement, so I recommend standing very still. Don't sit down, either. The rest of these snakes seek warmth and moisture. Like inside an orifice. Your pussy or ass. Perhaps your mouth. And if you can't move, you can't stop them. I'll be back in the morning. You see, if you'd listen to me, you'd be upstairs eating or sleeping right now. But now, that's two more days without sleep."
"Two?"
	"I told you twice. This is just one day. You can eat in the morning, your sister is keeping me company tonight. Be glad you held out as long as you did, she broke too quickly for my tastes. So she suffers the worst of the depredations. She sleeps with something in every hole." Walking out, he shuts the light off , leaving her alone in the dark with hundreds of snakes. She screams for over an hour. First begging, then just screaming as loud as she can. At last her voice breaks, and she settles into silence.
	The night seems to last forever. With her deep grinding hunger as her only company. She is so hungry that she seems hollow. Her legs are shaking and she is fighting to stay awake when he returns. The lights come on and she gasps, there are only about five or six snakes in the room. They are all curled around her feet for the warmth. The rest had crawled out the open door and into a pen. She had stood all night for nothing. 
	"As you an see, fear is a powerful thing. It kept you standing when you could have lain down and gone to sleep, but I see you are shaking with fatigue. Good, come here." She never hesitates. She moves slowly and shakily, but she moves. Tears coursing down her face, to stand before him. He hooks a leash to the ring in her slit and starts walking away. She has no choice, follow or he will rip it out. The new piercing is very sensitive, very painful. But she moves quickly enough to keep slack in the leash. He leads her back upstairs to the room with all the sex toys, and over to the table. There is a huge meal laid out on it. Her stomach growls at the sight and smell of it. "Sit and eat. Or lay down and sleep, but you cannot do both."
	She sits and begins shoveling the food into her mouth with her hands. She pauses only to draw breath. Her bone grinding fatigue is forgotten in the wonderful feast he has laid out. About a minute into her feast, she looks up. He is smiling down on her. Then she sees why. Priscilla is suspended in the corner. She is gagged and penetrated, breasts heaving for air, she is stretched tight on a set of pulleys built into the walls, and very well whipped. Bruises and blood cover her body, and her hair is crusted with dried cum and other fluids. Amy suddenly loses all appetite. Her sister is looking at the food with such horrible longing that Amy knows she hasn't eaten in days. It is the look she herself had given the banquet. 
	"Finish eating." She eats mechanically after that. Never taking her eyes off her sister. Priscilla has whip and quirt marks all over her tits and back. She is striped from her knees to her neck in back, and her tits are red and raw from the abuse. And most disturbing are the punctures and blisters. He had not been kind to her. "Your sister has tried to tell someone you are here, and is being punished. No one will ever find you. Or her, if she tries it again." reaching up he pulls the dildo out of her pussy. It is huge, eighteen inches long and almost the size of his fist. How he had gotten so much of it into her, Amy did not want to guess. Priscilla cries in obvious relief when it is out. He drops it onto the plate in front of Amy, it is covered in blood and other juices, and she is afraid of it. He takes her arm and lifts her to her feet. Taking rope from the wall, he proceeds to tie her up. The ropes twine around her like a huge snake, and the knots are well placed and intricate, designed so it is impossible for the victim to get out. He explains it all to her. It is called Japanese bondage. The more she struggles, the more it will hurt. He runs a length of the rough hemp between her legs, spreading her pussy open with his fingers first. Jerking it up tight, he seats a large knot in between her splayed lips. Then he ties it up and around her waist, being sure to keep it tight against her crotch. When he is done, she is unable to move her arms and when she walks, the knot grinds against her pubis, causing a terrible itching and scratching that she cannot move her hands to adjust. 
	The only benefit of the harness is that it covers her ass and pussy, so she knows he will not be fucking her for at least a little while. Then he fits a bit into her mouth and a collar around her neck. The collar feels funny, and as he has her step up onto the stool, she knows why. It is a noose. He pulls the slack out of the roe, bringing Amy up onto her tip toes. Then he turns to Priscilla. 
	"Time to finish your punishment." Her sister cries into the gag, and he unties her ankles, leaving her swinging in the center of the room by her arms. Amy can see her sisters shoulder and elbow joints stretched to the maximum. He ties her ankles together and then to a hook in the floor. then he takes out the gag. Priscilla immediately starts begging. Sobbing and pleading with him.
	"Please. I'll never do it again, please no more. I am so sorry. I've learned my lesson, just don't hurt me any more."
	"Don't hurt you? You knew what you were getting into before you ever met me. You signed the contract, you knew exactly what you were getting yourself into, exactly what you were getting her into." He says, stabbing a finger in Amys direction. "And you accepted it. So now you get to live with it." Without another word, he lifts a large wooden paddle down from the wall. Priscilla is screaming no over and over, seeing what he has, and he walks around behind her. Gripping the handle in both hands, he lines up like a baseball player. Amy can see his muscles bunch as he swings. The paddle is whistling thru the air. He hits Priscilla so hard that Amy is sure he has broken her hips. Her sisters scream rises to an inhuman pitch, becoming simply a primal, inarticulate howl of pain. Cracking his neck, he lines up again. He hits her again and she howls again. Her eyes are rolled back in her head and her mouth is a distended O of sheer agony. Again he hits her and Amy hears something crack. Another hit and her sister is out of breath, in too much pain to breathe. On his fifth hit the wooden paddle shatters, spraying wood chips across the room. He contemplates the handle as Priscilla recovers. As she weeps, he pulls the plug out of her ass. She sees blood and shit fall from her sisters orifice to the floor. He lets the ropes holding her sisters arms loose, and Priscilla settles to the floor. He takes the slack from the rope around her ankles and ties her wrists together on one rope. 
	Pulling the slack out again, he caresses Priscillas filthy, bloody breasts. Amy shudders. She could already see the blood blisters his paddle had left on her sisters abused ass. He takes a leather belt down and a bottle of oil. Priscilla moans and shakes her head as he oils the strap. Setting the oil on the table, he folds the belt in half and lines up again. The belt whistles thru the air, louder than the paddle had, and cracks across Priscillas left breast. She screams again. He hits her across the other side and the blow elicits another scream of anguish from her sister. He hits her over and over, till her tits are red and fresh blood flows in several places. Suddenly Amy throws up everything she had just eaten. He was going to beat Priscilla to death. She knew it, her sister knew it, he had no need to say anything, it was entirely obvious. Turning to look at Amy, he hefted the belt again. 
	"I think it's time you had a taste of the strap." Amy moaned, knowing what was coming. He lifted the strap over his shoulder and brought it whistling down across her right breast. The pain was unbelievable. Her whole breast stung. Her eyes filled with tears and her stomach clenched in dry heaves. She missed the swing the second time, but the sudden pain in her left breast brought her out of the haze and snapped her into reality. Just in time to see the strap crack across her right tit again. Once more he hit her left side, then took her chin in his hand. He looked deep into her eyes and smiled. There were stars bursting in her vision and her chest was numb.
	"That was four. I hit her twenty times. And I am not quite done with her yet." He drapes the belt around her neck. She feels the leather, warm from his hand and its horrid use, brushing across her sensitive tits. He walks over to Priscilla and takes her nipple in between his fingers and twists it hard to the right. She comes around with a scream. He twists it the other way and jerks back. He sister lets out the worst scream Amy had heard yet. Walking over to her, he shows her something, and Amy realizes why her sister had screamed so hard. He had torn the piercing out of her right nipple. And he had taken most of the nipple with it.  Amy wishes she had something in her stomach so she could throw up again. But she feels her piss wash across her thighs in abject fear.
	Turning, he drops the gristly trophy on the blood and vomit covered floor. Tossing the belt on the table, he gets a bit more personal with Priscilla. Clenching his fists, he starts punching her in the ribs. He hits her as hard as he can, and Amy can hear ribs break. He works her over for more than fifteen minutes. Hitting her all over. Soon Priscilla hangs unconscious in her restraints. He cuts the ropes and she falls to the floor. Untying her, he lifts her and carries her out of the room. They are gone a long time, Amy is not sure quite how long. She hadn't seen the sun in over a week and time was a lost concept to her. When they came back, Priscilla was clean and limping. Livid bruises covered her whole body and one eye was swollen shut. He made her lay on a table, and tied her hands and feet to the corners, keeping her spreadeagle. Then he lifted what looked like a broom handle down from the wall. He held it close for Amy to inspect. Her knees trembled all the more when she saw that it was a cattle prod. A long thin cattle prod. 
	As he approached Priscilla, he rubbed Vaseline on the one end of it and Priscilla moaned. Amy knew what he intended. And he was not going to disappoint. He began working the length of the shaft into Priscillas pussy. He fed more of it into her than Amy thought was possible. At least a foot and a half of it was buried inside her sister by the time he stopped. Then he triggered it, and Priscilla screamed louder than she ever had before. Amy could see the electricity glowing through her sisters abdomen, causing irreparable harm. Then he hit her with it again, and Priscilla bucked against her bonds so hard Amy thought she might break the ropes holding her down. He pulled it out after that, and Amy could smell the unmistakable smell of burning flesh. 
	As Priscilla lay weeping, he loosened the rope and lifted Amy down. Carrying her over to the wall, he lifted her and hung her on the wall by two loops knotted into the harness that was holding her. This pulled the large knot up tight into her pussy, making her gasp as it rubbed her raw slit harshly. Then he untied Priscilla, and turned her over. Tying her hands together, he helped her stand and lifted her onto the stool Amy had just been on. Fitting the noose around her neck, he ties her ankles with a short piece of rope then he stood back and looked up at her. 
	"No no no please." The words were more a moan than a plead. "I'll do anything, just please don't do this. Please. I'm so so sorry. Don't kill me."
	"Don't kill you? You knew this would happen if you tried to betray me. When you flew up to Michigan to see me that first time, when I fucked you in that bar, in front of all those people. You agreed to this, so that I would not let them fuck you. You gave her to me, in exchange for your own life. You have reneged on that deal, now so am I." And he kicked the stool out from under her feet. Priscilla fell about a foot, and the rope twanged. She was just far enough to touch the ground with her toes. But not enough to relieve the tension on her neck. 
	"There is a reason why there are thirteen loops on a hang mans noose. More loops and when they dropped the door, the head would just pop off. Less loops and they could kick for hours before they choked to death. This one has six loops. Lets time her, shall we?"
	Priscilla kicked hard and struggled to gain some slack. But the tough silk rope had no give whatsoever. She choked and gurgled, making horrible sounds Amy knew she would remember for the rest of her probably very short life. After what seemed like a very long time, her bowels and bladder let go, her face was dark purple by then and there was drool flowing freely down her chin and tears running down her cheeks. Her kicks stopped right after that, and then she spun slowly on the end of the tether, her tongue bulged out of her lips and her eyes rolled back in her head. He stepped forward and shoved his fingers into her slit, there was no reaction. He wrapped his arms around her waist and suddenly dropped to his knees. There was a horrid cracking sound and Priscillas neck got noticeably longer. Standing, he turned to Amy and smiled. Amy was sobbing thru the gag and staring at her sisters corpse. 
	"Your sister paid the price for her crime. In the morning we'll bury her out back and get on with my plans for you." He lifted her down from the wall and slung her over his shoulder. She was carried to the table she had been tied to before and laid down across its surface. He untied the rope that ground the knot into her pussy and dropped it onto the floor. "She kicked for twenty minutes and fifteen seconds. I hope you never have a chance to beat her record." Amy hoped so too. Then he started fucking her. After the last week, it didn't hurt anymore, and his cock pounded her ruthlessly as he used her tiny tits for handles, squeezing them as hard as he could. But as hard as he fucked her, and despite the seemingly endless river of cum he pumped into her, she couldn't take her eyes off of Priscilla. When he finished, he removed the bit and tied her ankles. Laying her down on the floor, he knelt over her chest and lifted her head by the hair. Placing a pillow under her head, he made her clean his cock once again. Then he stood.
	"You've been punished enough, get some sleep." and he left her there, staring up at her sisters slowly spinning corpse. Amy thought she would never get to sleep, not with those horrible dead eyes staring at her all night. But she did. Her nightmares were horrible, and she saw her sister die over and over again. Then she was hung with her, choking and twisting on the end of the rope till she woke screaming. But the harness was tied too tight to sit up or even pull her legs up to her chest. 
	He lets her sleep till she is rested. When she wakes finally, Priscilla is gone, just an empty noose hangs from the pulley in the center of the ceiling. But he is there. He unties her and attaches the leash to the ring in her pussy. Then he leads her away. She sees two men with buckets and mops cleaning the room, returning the props to their places and clearing away the mess. 
	He leads her out into the back yard and she sees Priscilla. Her face is bloated and black and she is stiff and cold. He makes her bury her own sister and plant roses on her grave. He leads her back into the house and down the stairs and into yet another room. Amy realizes that the secret basement was bigger than the house upstairs. He lets her eat then leads her into the shower. "Wash, you have fifteen minutes." She washes quickly and turns the water up as hot as she can stand it. After just ten minutes or so, he returns, setting a plastic bag on the bench inside the large shower. He strips and walks over to her. He doesn't seem to notice the temperature of the water even a little. Tying her wrists, he places a ball gag in her mouth and fastens it around her head and lifts her up and hangs her from a hook in the ceiling. Pulling her legs apart he ties them out as far as he can, leaving her in a very open, vulnerable position. He turns the water off and produces a length of hose. Screwing it into a spigot, he lubes the other end and works it into her ass. She winces at the intrusion a little, then he turns the spigot on. Hot water floods her ass, filling her painfully and when he pulls out the hose, it sprays out. He does this several time, till he is satisfied with the result, then he shaves her pubic hair again. Producing a douche kit from the bag, he cleans her pussy also, then he dries her off, and rubs lotion into her skin. She is getting the royal treatment. 
	He unties her and lifts her down, then lifts something else out of the bag. It is a leather harness. It was designed to do everything the rope had done before, but it was one piece, easy to get into and out of. It was like a corset, covering her abdomen, with garters and collar, while leaving her breasts and crotch completely bare. He bent her arms behind her, locking them into the harness. And put the leash on the ring in her pussy once more, then led her from the room. Down a hallway and into another room, he removes the leash and takes her by the elbow. Leading her around to the front of a chair, he releases her arms. She gets a good look at the chair. There are places to lock her ankles and wrists, and a lock for the back of the collar. And two posts, one slightly larger than the other, protruding from the seat. He locks her ankles to the legs of the chair and grabs her by the waist, forcing her to sit down on the two posts. She tries to fight, but he is so much stronger than her it is almost no effort for him to force the two posts into her body.
	Luckily they are lubed, so the wood doesn't tear at her insides. When she is seated fully, he locks her collar to the chair and secures her wrists. Then pulls a belt around her waist and tightens it all the way down. It is a very humiliating position. Then he opens the cabinet in front of the chair and she sees a television. He puts a disc in the dvd player and turns on the television. She sees a door open, and him walk in, then she walks in. He seats her in a chair, chatting amiably, and leaves to get something, then she sees what. It is the first day she had been with him. She sobs into the gag as he rapes her all over again, this time he rapes her mind. And she sees Priscilla, bound and gagged, led out from a closet and stood in front of the door. Her gag was removed and she just stood there. She watched her sister and the fake conversation, the false hope, then she is gagged and put back into the closet. 
	She watches everything he has done to her, all over again. Not all of it just the high lights. She sees herself moaning like a whore as an endless line of men wait their turns to use her holes, guiding them in and caressing her own tits. It takes a long time, even with all the editing, and her face is soaked with tears by the time it is done. Then he kneels in front of her, and shows her a needle. Taking her right breast in his ruthless fingers, he inserts the needle into her nipple, and she squeals as he injects her with it. Then he repeats this for the other side. 
	"This is a growth hormone, similar to the one I have been putting in your food and drinks, it will help your breasts get larger." Then he leans in and sucks the blood from the wounds. Leaning back, he looks at her again. "Well, there are three months of training that are ahead of you. Then you go on the open market. A young one like you usually brings about a million and a half. But with training, the price as much as doubles." this wrenched another sob from her. 
	Three months drug by. Another man and a woman helped in her training. She learned the Kama sutra, ballet, yoga, and gymnastics. Keeping her body fit and trim. At the end of the first month, she could do a full split. Then at the end of the second, put her legs behind her neck. At the end of the third, she could bend over backwards and touch her head to the ground without bending her knees. She spent an hour a day in a tanning booth, till she was an even shade of light brown all over. She ran three miles on a treadmill a day and was fit and tone by the end of the third month. Her breasts are a full c-cup by then. And she knows the use of every sex toy in the house, and there are a lot of them.
	She brought him 2.75 million at auction from a sheik in Saudi Arabia. She lived there for seven years and bore him five children that she was never allowed to see. Then a Japanese businessman bought her for one and a half million dollars and she did little more than entertain guests for the next three years, till a Russian arms dealer bought her for his son. She lived on a mountain in Siberia for the next sixteen years, till a special forces strike squad broke into the castle and killed the Russians and rescued her. She bought the house she had been tortured in so long ago and tended the roses every day till she died, at the age of fifty three. 
