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The man stood up, woman still wrapped firmly in his arms, and walked over to the Doberman’s in their cage. After opening the small feeding door with one hand, he lifted the woman high and lowered her untied leg into the cage. He then leaned the woman’s body against an upright metal post on the cage top and fastened her to it with another leather belt strap. Both dogs immediately began sniffing at her leg, as she kicked at them franticly. “What are you doing? Stop! Oh please don’t!” she continued to beg.
Next then man reached back into the refrigerator and pulled out a jar, opened the lid, and poured about a cup of red blood down her leg. Immediately, smelling the blood, all three dogs began attacking her leg. Biting, chewing, and ripping off pieced of flesh, they tore in as if they hadn’t been fed in days.
“AAAARRR OH GOD NO OOOW OW OOW NO STOP” she wailed, flailing he leg wildly. One dog clamped onto her ankle and pulled it taught, as two more ripped at calf and thigh. Amy’s screams piercing the room, even the Labs began to howl at the painful noise. Ripping and tearing flesh, the Dobermans worked at the poor woman’s leg, gnawing it to the bone, and then pulling the bones loose to chew on later. She passed out from the pain after about five minutes, but the man very cruelly woke her again with a strong smelling salt. The tourniquet on her thigh kept the blood loss to a minimum as the dogs stripped her leg bare over the next 30 minutes or so. When they had completely removed her calf, and stripped her upper thigh almost up to the tourniquet, leaving almost 12 inches of her shin bone exposed, he finally removed her from the cage. After removing what was left of her leg with a power saw he retrieved from the workbench next to the cages, he cauterized the bleeding wound with a blow torch and wrapped it tightly in a small towel. She was then carried back across the room and dump unceremoniously into her cage.
Crawling with her hands, she just made it to the mattress, to curl into a miserable ball, still sobbing uncontrollably when the man turned out the lights and left her once again in the dark.
Frightened out of her mind, waves of agony radiating from her torn body and missing leg, the next twenty hours was a nightmare. Alone in the dark, she had no company but the horrible dogs and her own screams of terror and pain. When the man finally returned, she still hadn’t been able to get any sleep, and her voice was almost non-existent, worn out from screaming. When the man returned he went straight over to the cage that Amy was cowering in.
As he opened the door and climbed in, the woman attacked like a wild animal, digging, clawing, kicking, and screaming, as she struggled to hobble along with only one leg and two arms. Expecting the reaction, the man was ready however, and once again he easily subdued the woman. Today her forced her body into a cylindrical cage that covered her from head to crotch, leaving both arms and her remaining leg outside. Tight leather tourniquets were secured to thigh and both arms to stem the blood loss, then she was pitched the cage with the Dobermans once more. This time, recognizing her smell, they needed no prompting. Each dog latched onto a limb and began gnawing vigorously. Try as she might, tossing around, kicking and punching, the large dogs easily managed to pin her struggling limbs in place and begin tearing off chunks of meat. Wailing like a soul trapped in hell, Amy’s arms and legs were slowly devoured. Her bones were ripped out, one by one, and she watched as the dogs continued to gnaw on them after she’d been stripped of all her flesh. The man had had to dump hard smelling salts into her face seven time to keep her awake, while the dogs continued their feast.
Finished at last, after more than four hours of unbelievable torture, the man once again used a power saw to remove the remnants of her limbs, cauterize the wounds, and wrap the stumps in towels to help them heal. Rather than tossing her back to her cage, today he carted her over to the workbench. Lifting her body, he forced her head first into a small metal cylinder about three feet tall and maybe 10 inches in diameter. Her shoulders and hips barely fit, and he had to shove forcibly to completely insert her body. Inside the can, her weight rested on the top of her head, with her butt and pussy just clearing the rim on top. The man opened her pussy up widely by ramming a two inch diameter dildo into it firmly several times. Pulling out the dildo, he quickly replaced it with a thick candle. A more than two inches thick, and all of ten inched tall, he forced it in as far as he could ram it, leaving about two inches sticking out of her vagina. Using a match, he lit the candle, then turned out the lights and left her alone again for the night.
Unable to see, with her head buried in the metal can, she didn’t yet know what had been done to her. Something large was wedged into her pussy, and her armless, legless body was trapped tightly in this metal can. She was still in agony from losing her limbs and her body was in shock, not really tracking her situation clearly any more. After ten minutes or so her struggles caused a bit of hot wax to flow off the candle and run down over her clit. Gasping in shock at the hot pain, she didn’t understand what was happening, but tried not to struggle any more, just in case.
It was about two hours later that she first realized that she was in real trouble. Several more runners of hot wax has overflowed by this point, and she was just starting to feel the heat of the candle as the rim of the candle neared her outstretched pussy lips. Suddenly, heat began to bloom on the rim of her pussy as the candle wall melted. Seconds later, hot wax pooling in the candle brushed the ring of skin being held open by the candle. Screams of anguish once more filled the air, rising in pitch, bursting in waves as fast as she could draw breath. Ever so slowly the candle continued to sink, exposing her flesh to hot wax deeper and deeper inside. Heat from the candle began slowly scorching her flesh. From the outer lips, the candle continued to move deeper, exposing her insides to terrible heat and pain. An hour after first reaching her lips, the candle was almost an inch deep inside her pussy. The outer lips were closing in over the top of the candle, bringing her tender pussy flesh ever closer to the burning flame of the candle. Soon the tips of her tender vaginal lips reached in and brushed gently against the open flame. Heat conducted poorly through air suddenly blossomed directly onto her flesh, and her skin almost immediately began to brown, then burn.
While her outermost skin was beginning to burn away, deeper inside the hot melted wax was still pressing tightly into her battered pussy channel. Hours more passed, the candle’s progress was slowed by lack of air flow as it descended deeper inside the hapless woman’s body. By morning the candle was about four inches below her lips, and a long narrow flame gently caressed flesh all the way from top to bottom. A tiny wick of flame just cleared the surface when the man returned to examine his handiwork. Seeing that quite a bit of candle still remained, he left once again.
Almost 18 Hours after he had lit it, the candle finally burned itself out, fully 8 inches inside Amy’s pussy. The burned blackened flesh inside her was peeled back by cracks in the skin, and still oozed blood and puss. Totally catatonic by this time, Amy made no reaction as the man finally lifted her out of the metal can, carried her over to the Doberman’s cage once more, and tossed her inside to be torn apart completely, and consumed by the starving animals.
Feeding the Dogs: Part 2
Author’s note: I hadn’t really intended to write any more chapters on this story. I’m really quite surprised by the response I’ve received on this one. I’ve been inundated with positive feedback and a number of requests for continued story elements, and I just can’t resist continuing on with the tale. So, here’s to all you sick bastards out there that enjoyed the first chapter so much. Keep the feedback coming, (good or bad, I try to learn from both,) and feel free to request story ideas or plot elements. (No promises though! 🙂
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