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The man switched it off and retracted the spikes, then kneeled down on the floor. “no… NO! NOOO!!!” Sara screamed as the man forcibly inserted the shaft upward between her spread legs. Wrapping the leather straps around her waist, he connected the locks and pulled the adjustment strings to tighten everything into place. Placing his remote control in a pocket, the man freed Sara’s arms, legs, and neck.
Free, she immediately attacked the belt and harness. The man watched her struggle uselessly at the locked clasps for several minutes, then ended her frantic attempt at escape by sending a powerful electric jolt through the dildo.
“OO!” she barked at the pain, nearly collapsing to the floor.
“Now then,” the man began, “Let’s have a fun. I want you to go over there and stick your left arm into the last cage on the end.” He pointed across the room to the far end. “Max hasn’t had a live meal for a while, so you sit still while he has his fill. Oh yes,” he paused, “I almost forgot.” Strapping a tourniquet onto her arm he pushed her toward the cage.
Feet dragging, the man gave her vagina another jolt to speed her along. Starring into the cage, Sara looked into Max’s eyes peering back at her. He sat patiently waiting, and drool began to drip from his muzzle. Crying out, Sara flung herself to the floor and huddled in a ball.
Suddenly pain bloomed inside her as hundreds of sharp spikes extended outward from the dildo a quarter inch or so, piercing flesh.
“OOOOOWWW”
“OO OW AA EE NO O-O-O-O-O-O” she began stuttering as sharp electric jolts began dancing around the rod inserted inside her. Rolling over and over as if she was on fire, Sara’s high pitched screams finally got Ashley’s attention.
Realizing that something terrible was happening to her sister, she felt a horrible wave of guilt flood through her body as she continued doing her best to please the dogs. Fear and dread made her quietly continue, forcing her to ignore her sister’s distress. Tears began gushing down her face when she realized that by volunteering for this, she had also chosen Sara’s fate as well.
“ALL RIGHT ALL RIGHT!” Sara screamed after a few minutes, and the man stopped the painful electrical surges. Giving her a second to recover, he waited and watched as she climbed slowly to her feet and tentatively reached her hand towards the small cage door. After her hand was completely inside the cage, Max reached down and locked his jaws lightly, almost tenderly, onto her fingers, then pulled gently backward until Sara’s entire arm was in the cage. Sitting on his haunches, Max wrapped Sara’s outstretched arm with his paws, then delicately bit down on the tips of fingers. Pain raced up her arm as the dog began slowly gnawing away at her delicate bones.
Crunch “OOOOOWWWWW” crunch “OOO” CRUNCH “OOWWW AAA!!!” Max was in no hurry.
Franticly, Sara tried to pull back her hand, but the dog was very experienced at this game and was able to maintain his grip with ease. Seeing the woman trying to struggle, the man triggered an extreme punishment with the dildo, and the spikes began pressing in and out a full inch as sparks danced inside her vagina.
“OOooooOOOOoooOOOOoOooOOO” Sara’s cries modulated and pulsed randomly with the jabbing stabs of pain ripping her open from the inside out. Realizing at last that she had no hope of saving her arms, she collapsed in despair and stopped struggling, hoping to at least have a chance to save her pussy.
Max was a neat, fastidious eater, and it took him about three hours to chew Sara’s arm off back to the shoulder. Once more using the dreaded saw and torch, he sheared of the stump and cauterized it, throwing the stub to the dog. Tying off the blood to her other arm, the man moved her over one stall and had her begin feeding the next dog up the chain. Trevor was much less patient than Max, and began shredding and ripping chunks of meat and bone from her arm with a vengeance. Mercifully shorter in duration, the agony of loosing her second arm was much higher in intensity and the dog ripped into much larger sections of flesh as a time. An hour later, Sara was armless and sobbing uncontrollably. The man chained the neck collar of the nearly unconscious form to a ring on the wall. He had a special treat arranged for her tomorrow.
Famished and aroused by watching his animals devour the woman, the man went back across the hall to the other room to prepare his dinner. Tossing a bowl of the cheesy pasta dish he’d whipped up yesterday into the microwave, he set the timer for 5 minutes and went to fetch Stacy. Opening the door, he saw her eyes track his instantly and then waved for her to remove herself from the brush. Legs nearly paralyzed with fatigue and cramps, she managed to climb the steps and remove herself from the pole in short order. Following the man out of the room, she obeyed as he silently directed her to resume her position in the head stand support. As she got her legs spread widely apart once more, the microwave beeped.
Stacy felt the man ram some kind of large tube, maybe two inches wide, all the way down inside her pussy. Grunting at the rude entry, she fought to retain her balance. Unable to see a thing with her head down in the hole, she had no idea what was happening when she felt heat inside her pussy as the man funneled the hot pasta into the tube. Suddenly, as the man removed the tube while ramming the pasta deep with a plunger, Stacy screamed in agony as boiling hot food was injected inside of her.
Using thumb and forefinger, the man pinched her lips closed to keep anything from oozing out, and then began plunging a table spoon into her to dig out a bit at a time. The pain burning inside her was making it almost impossible to think, and the man was nearly done with his first pussy-ful of dinner before Stacy figured out that the plunging and scraping sensation assaulting her vagina was a spoon. Horrified at the realization that she was going to be an every-ready eating utensil, kept scoured clean at all times to server her master at a moment’s notice, Stacy wailed softly into the box. When her plunged a second bowl full of insanely hot substance into her abused vagina, she began wailing loudly, and her legs began to twitch in protest. The man prodded her clit with the tip of a steak knife and threatened to stab through it until she quieted down and let him finish his meal in peace. Once he finished with his meal, the man directed Stacy to get her battered, bruised, burned, cheese oozing pussy back onto the dish washer and wait for him to return for her.
Turning off the lights, the man went back upstairs for the night. When he returned the next morning he had a nice breakfast of eggs and sausage, served from his twat-bowl. He gave Stacy a relatively short 30 minutes cleaning cycle while he took his shower, then released her into a cage for the rest of the day, allowed to get some sleep as a reward for being very good all night long. The man had checked the tapes and verified that the woman had dutifully stood straight and silent all night long and the brush had scoured her from the inside out for 11 hours. Grabbing his car keys, he checked in briefly on Ashley and found her still hard at work. A bitch’s job is never done, at least when there’s only one bitch and 24 sex starved dogs to satisfy that is! Passing by her cage, he put her out of his mind on his way down the hall to his anticipated treat.
Sara sat on the floor, leaning back against the wall that her collar was chained to. Despondent at the loss of her arms, she was still in shock from yesterday’s torment, unable to believe her own memories. She never would have imagined the possibility of willingly feeding parts of her own body to a pair of dogs to stop a mad man from inflicting even worse pain upon her. Reliving the pain and despair over and over again as she huddled against the wall, sobbing, she hardly even reacted as the man sat down beside her and fastened a hooded blindfold over her head.
Lifting her to her feet, he pushed her blindly along in front of him as he led her away once more. Uncaring and numb, she passively walked forward as he guided her along. They passed through the door, up the stairs, and, she could tell from the cold air, outside into the garage. Lifted and folded over, she was stuffed in the trunk of his car. As the hatch thunked closed, Sara began to tremble all over: she had a very bad feeling about this!
They drove for about half an hour before the car stopped once again. Opening the hatch, the man lifted the now terrified and trembling woman to her feet once more, and then began pushing her along. Nervous and tense, she still offered no resistance at being guided forward. Down stairs, around a corner, through a door, the room she entered sounded pretty big. Voices from men talking all around her raised hackles on her naked skin in shame and embarrassment.
The man marched her forward for 15 or so paces and then pulled her to a stop. Without a word being said, he released her and she heard him walk away. The rough hands of two men grabbed her suddenly at knee and thigh, bringing a startled gasp from her throat. The men lifted her up high in the air, and then slowly lowered her again. She felt a hard object press against her pussy as the men brought her back downward. Twisting and pulling, this way and that, the men were obviously trying to get the object inside of her. Sara shifted her hips helpfully, lining up and allowing the pole to slide inside of her, to stop the painful jabbing at her crotch.
Continuing to lower her down, she felt about 8 inches of shaft, more than an inch wide, slide into her pussy before the men pushed her legs closed and left her standing on a narrow ledge. She could feel the outside edges of the ledge with the side of her heels. Next, she felt some kind of tube, a bit wider than her body, being lowered over her head. In the background, the voices kept getting louder, creating a growing buzz of conversation. Finally, the blindfold was removed and she got her first glimpse of her situation.
The ledge she was standing on was actually a low concrete wall, about 2 feet tall and maybe 8 inches wide, that divided the lower section of the room in half. Sara’s pussy was being impaled by one of the metal poles that lined the wall from end to end. Spaced about 5 inches apart, the poles were painted white and projected 30 inches above the wall. The top end of each shaft came to a smoothly rounded tip about an inch in diameter. A dozen or so of the poles, both in front and back of her, had some kind of ominous dark stains smudged all over them from tip to base. A thick, clear plastic tube surrounded her body from shoulder to waist, to make sure she could not fall off the pole no matter how hard she might struggle later. It was bolted solidly to the poles in front and behind the one piercing her cunt.
Sara looked down in alarm at the 2 foot drop off presented by the concrete wall and clenched her legs together to keep from slipping. About a foot below the level of her crotch, what appeared to be a cross beam running horizontally through the bars began moving, sliding forward and back about 5 inches across the entire length of the room. Looking at it more closely, Sara was puzzled by its motion for a few moments until she noticed the fine metal teeth on the top edge and realized it was a giant saw!
Running around two thirds of the room was a raised platform, 6 feet higher than the floor, with a railing and many seats for spectators. About a hundred men sat or stood looking down on her in the pit below them, waiting for the show to start. Finally the lights in the room dimmed down, and two flood lights began shining down upon Sara from different angles, placing her center stage in the sick drama about to unfold. The crowd hushed in tangible anticipation of the event.
Panic exploded through Sara at the sudden, pregnant silence, and she began pleading loudly.
“Help Me! Please Somebody Help Me!!!”
Two men entered the ring at this point, one on either side of the divider, each leading three huge, snarling dogs, who strained forward against their leashes.
Sara erupted in desperate terror at the sight of more vicious animals, screaming “NO! Please NO!! Oh GOD NO NO NO NO NO!!!”
The men released the six animals simultaneously. Racing the short distance to the woman, each dog reached up and wrapped its jaws around foot or calf. Specially trained, the dogs bit down hard enough to break skin and get a firm grip, being careful not to chew or bite through the limb. Once they had a good grip, the dogs began pulling downward, backing away from the wall.
As her legs were wrenched apart off the wall and dragged down on, Sara’s body plummeted onto the pole, momentum driving even the fat, dull, rounded tip of the rod right through her cervix into her abdomen.
“AAAAAAAAAA!!” screamed the woman, eliciting a tremendous wave of cheers from the rabid audience.
After the pole punched through her cervix, her body slid sickeningly slowly downward until her crotch was brought to a stop with her weight and the dogs’ pressing it into the moving blade. She felt the heat of the blazingly hot blade bite in and begin singing her skin before the first stroke of the saw even registered. Then, as the blade ripped its first shallow gash from clit to anus, she began screaming in earnest!
“OOOO… OOOOOO… OOOOO!! OOOOO!!” Sara let out an agonized cry with each slow stroke of the blade. Micro fine teeth on the blade cut slowly into her body, slicing a narrow gash only a tiny fraction of an inch deeper with each pass. Heat from the blade cauterized flesh as it cut, reducing blood loss to almost nothing, ensuring that her agony would go on, and on, and ON!
“OWWWW! OOOWWW!! OOOOWWW!!! OOOOOOOOOOO!!!!” Sara’s cries got louder, more desperate, as stroke after stroke of the blade bit slowly and steadily into her pussy. The dogs continued to pull strongly at her widely spread legs, adding over a hundred extra pounds of force, in addition to the woman’s own body weight, to the pressure between flesh and blade.
“NOOOO NOOOO PLEEEEASSE STOP PLEASE PLEASE HELP ME OOOOOO!!!”
As she had slammed onto the pole and the rod had pierced her cervix, Sara had screamed at the pain of the impalement. With the first stroke of the blade sawing into her clitoris, the presence of the pole was nearly forgotten in this new agony. Thrashing wildly inside the plastic tube, she was unable to escape her impalement on the pole and the slow sawing action cutting her body in two. Her only escape from the agony and torture of her situation was a long, slow, downward journey towards the floor.
20 minutes into her ordeal, the saw had barely made it through her sweet triangle, so hot it was not only cauterizing her flesh as it cut, it actually began to sear it black. The tugging pressure from the dogs was causing the sawed open area to pull apart, following her widely spread legs.
Unable to contain themselves at this point, dozens of men lined the rails of the observation platform and ejaculated into the pit. A few exceptionally hearty souls managed to splash comb onto the body, even into the wide open mouth, of the hapless woman below.
“OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO… OOOOOOOOOOOOOOO…” Sara screamed now, pausing only to gasp at a fresh breath with each long cry.
Back and forth, the blade stroked its way through her body with agonizing slowness. Although very blood flowed from her body, steam and smoke streamed from the gash where the nearly white hot blade passed through her, and the smell of charring flesh floated in the air.
40 minutes into the ordeal the blade was just reaching her belly button. The outer lips of what used to be her vagina, sawed evenly down the middle of the channel thanks to the presence of the impaling pole, were nearly a foot apart from each other as the dogs continued to pull her legs further and further away from one another.
Sara starred around at a room made blurry by her own flowing tears, watching in despair as the men looked down and cheered, stamping their feet in rhythm with sweeping blade to show their delight at the show. The sight of her own legs and lower body being stretched so unnaturally wide apart would have made her faint if it were not for the huge surge of fear induced adrenaline pumping through her veins. The nauseating feel of the pole impaling her insides was a dull ache, the sharp, stabbing pains in her legs as the dogs’ canine teeth punched new holes in her flesh each time they changed their grip was terrible, but both paled beside the agony of the blade slowly separating her body in half.
Voice raw and broken by now, she was reduced to a whisper as the blade continue to pass her belly button. Working its way slowly upward, the blade moved on. Sara watched as her body slowly sank lower and lower, being peeled apart into two distended pieces by the dogs still pulling franticly on her legs. Then the tip of the rod slid slowly into her neck, until she could feel it in the back of her throat. Sliding along the roof of her mouth, the rod forced Sara’s head to tilt back, until it slid out past her open teeth. Unable to move her head anymore with the pole sticking out of her mouth, she tried not to gag as she starred helplessly up at the ceiling, praying for the end.
Unfortunately for her, as the blade was nearing her heart, where it surely would kill her almost instantly, the crowd started cheering “MORE. MORE. MORE!” Moving into the pit, the trainers retrieved the dogs and pulled them off the woman for a bit. Using a portable saw, another man quickly trimmed Sara’s legs off of her body at mid thigh, causing her to scream nicely as the blade bit quickly through her undamaged flesh. The remains were tossed to the dogs as a treat for their hard work so far. Next, a set of plastic wedges were locked onto the bars, covering the ledge and making sure that the body would slide apart as it sank towards the floor. Two men then reached down through the tube to lift Sara’s body up completely above the blade, turn her 90 degrees, then set her body back down on the blade to begin a cross-cut.
Sobbing in absolute horror, Sara slid helplessly down inside the tube until her pussy once more rested on the blade, realizing that she had to start the whole long process all over again. It had taken over two hours to get to this point, and now she in the tube with only her own body weight, no legs, and no dogs pulling to speed her along. As the saw once more began its work on her body, Sara could tell almost immediately that her first ride down the horrible shaft was almost blazingly fast compared to what her second trip would be like. Without the added weight and pull of the dogs, the saw was barely slicing her at all! Then, to her absolute horror, the blade began to slow down, reduced to about one stroke every 5 or six seconds. It would take all day and night at this rate!
Screaming with freshly renew energy, Sara’s enthusiasm managed to arouse the crowd once more, and men again lined up against the rails for several hours to rain ejaculated comb down on her tortured body. Once the second cut sheared through her hips and began working it’s way up the sides of her stomach, a couple men entered the pit. One man on each side of the wall, they each separated out a gob of Sara’s flush that used to be her inner pussy and outer lips. Using a vacuum the flesh was sucked painfully into a narrow plastic tube. Next, a half inch diameter bolt was screwed up the middle of the shaft, causing Sara to scream louder than she had in hours. Once all four remnants of her pussy were prepared, a 50 pound weight was suspended from the ring at the end of each bolt to add weight to her descent once more. The saw was turned back up to normal speed, and Sara began sliding downward at a noticeable page once again.
All in all, it was nearly twelve hours after it had started when the remains of Sara’s body was finally consigned to the dogs to be disposed of. She’d remained alive for 10 hours of that. The man’s dick was so hard from watching, and so sore from masturbating, that he wasn’t able to leave his seat until after the dogs had finished licking the last splashed of blood and comb from the floor of the pit. As he drove back to the house, exhausted and exhilarated, he wondered how long his remaining two toys would continue to please him, and which one of them he would bring her next time?
