A Cellar Full of Screams

A Cellar Full of Screams.

A torture story by Susan.

Part Three.



Extreme Violence and Terror.





Eva could feel the moisture beading on the slightly parted lips of her vulva as tremors of wicked excitement tingled through her loins. She found herself breathing deeply, almost as though she had been running, and her legs seemed slightly weak. With

a little shudder of pleasure, she slid the alarming spines of the terminator dildoe between Maria's thighs, slowly rotating the handle so the rings of glinting metal flicked over the trembling girl's skin harmlessly but suggestively.

"Imagine it inside you, Maria. All these lovely spikes digging in to the softest bits of your pussy lining, scraping deep grooves up your hole when I force them further in, then think of what they'll do when I start to turn it round and round, maybe use both hands to really fuck it in and out and round and round, listening to all the wet squishy tearing noises of cunt meat being shredded and minced to a lovely juicy pulp,loving it when your screams start to turn to gurgling whimpers of absolutely demented agony……and seeing all the blood pour out here,ooze down your thighs with tiny bits of chewed up flesh like the biggest and bloodiest period any woman's ever dreamt of…..come on, Maria… think how sexy you'll look jerking and squirming and begging me to kill you…..Oooghhh, look at me….. I'm all wet and randy, Maria, and that's just thinking about it."

The captive groaned. Her dark eyes followed the movement of the torture tool with helpless terrified fascination. She quivered at every touch, onlt too well aware of how instant her agony could be if her evil torturess decided to do as she threatened and use the horrible thing as it was obviously meant to be used. That some-one could actually make such a vile and obscene weapon was beyond Maria's comprehension, even after her days of cruel treatment and constant sexual degradation. At least all she had been through so far was understandable. Men did perform rape, and abuse women. Even the terrible sexually perverted Eva was at least understandable. Some women were lesbians, or bi-sexual, or whatever the ghastly witch was….but no-one in the world could actually contemplate inserting a thing like this into another human being….and look forward to it ?

It was a brave try, the poor girl desperately trying to convince herself that Eva really would not do what she threatened….but she had used the red hot skewers with obvious pleasure, and even Maria could smell the fishy roused woman-scent that wafted from her tormentor's blonde thatched pudenda….

Murdoch sipped his port, freeing his semi-roused cock to a more comfortable position and resisting the urge to masturbate.

Though watching his protegee taunt the bound girl was delicious and well worthy of some five fingered exercise, he knew that what was to follow would be yet more cock-tingling and he had to reserve some vigour for the stronger action. Always thought it such a shame that women, usually the less interested of the sexes in outrageous sexual excess, had the capability to achieve repeated and numerous orgasms whilst he had two or, rarely , three shots of actual climax before penile vigour deserted him for a while. When he saw Eva put down the gruesome spiked dildoe and pick up one of the double-ender ribbed black rubber jobs instead, he was agreeably surprised. He had half expected Maria to suffer a rapid departure from this world, but Eva shared his pleasure in prolonging the suffering of a captive and was now pushing the smoother and smaller half of the double-ender into her vagina, fitting the triangular pad to her loins, and fastening the three straps to hold the dildoe in place. When she straightened up, a huge ribbed black cock jutted from her lower belly like one of those Greek painted satyrs,up-curving, with a massive domed glans, a serrated "foreskin" and numerous diamond shaped nodules of hard rubber moulded along the shaft of the fearsome penis.

Eva strutted round the cellar, admiring her new addition in one of the many mirrors Murdoch liked to have around his victims….so they could see the damage being done to their bodies from different angles……..and laughed as walking made the shaft buried within her own sex move quite excitingly.

"Look at it Maria. It's going to be the biggest one you'll ever have. Do you think you'll like these nice big ridge pieces rubbing up your pussy hole ? Well, I think I'd rather fuck you up your pretty little arcehole !"

"Oh no, please miss Eva, it's too big….please don't…..I'll do anything you want….I'll suck you….please don't hurt me…please…."

Maria pleaded all the time as Eva ratchetted the steel bars to a better position, her captive's pliant body having to bend with the new angles of the posts until she was bending forward,bottom now jutting backwards, belly tight over a steel bar, buttock cheeks slightly flattened by the strain of her bonds so her crease was less deep and the tight dark rose of her anus winked its Cyclops eye invitingly between the smooth slopes of her taut buttocks.

Behind her, Eva held the giant length of the black phallus in her right hand, guiding the dome-shaped glans extremis to the puckered target, rubbing it lasciviously in Maria's crease, down to the first parting pinkness of the vaginal lips and the wispy coils of jet black pussy hair, up and over the clenched sphincter, then using the knob like a club to gently beat Maria's bottom cheeks, taunting her all the time with promises of how painful this all-girl rape would be.

Centred, pressed, the black rubber denting the tight ring.

Eva licking her lips, blue eyes positively glowing with lust, able to watch as her forceful thrusting gradually parted the eye.

Then dead stop. Butting furiously, quite delicious sensations in her own sex as the buried dong roused her ultra-turned on feelings, but total defeat by the strength of Maria's anal defences.

"Wet her, Darling," Murdoch chuckled.

Blushing slightly, feeling a bit silly for not thinking of any form of lubrication, Eva licked her fingers and used them to part and wet Maria's hole, forefinger rotating to widen the ring and stretch the muscle before returning to the attack with the rubber monster.

She watched in total delight as the butting rubber knob began to stretch Maria's hole, denting, widening, threatening to push inside but beaten so many times by the sphincter muscle, Maria sobbing and pleading, Murdoch silent but watching intently.

Then a wild scream of pain as the dome quite suddenly vanished in the taut dark ring, knob hidden from view as it broached the rear portal's defences and prepared to storm the inner temple of Maria's rectum.

Eva gathered her strength, balanced herself for the thrust, clenching her own belly muscles because such a hard push actually quite hurt her penetrated vagina, the recesses of her pussy clenching on the rubber dong, uterus neck actually meeting the knob where it rested against her os. "Now, you bitch !" she grunted, and her hips arched forward with every ounce of her strength.

If she had written the scene as a script, it could not have been better.

The enormous penis surged into Maria's bottom hole with the power of an express train, great farting noise overshadowed by the agonised shriek.

Over a foot of thick knobbly hard rubber had gone up Maria's arce-hole in one vicious thrust, every muscle in her jerking body responding as the tearing pain ripped through her nervous system like an awful blast of acid-laced electricity.

Even her fingers spasmed and clenched the air. Her neck arched up, her mouth opened as wide as it possibly could, and a shriek of disbelieving agony reverberated off the cellar walls. A little spray of urine shot from her pussy. Her stomach seemed to twist into knots and she was quite sure her bottom had split right down the crease, even feeling a splash of her own pee and assuming it to be blood from the awful wound that must have torn her arce-cheeks apart.

It was one hell of a tight fit. Having shoved so hard to get it in, Eva had a job pulling it almost out again, but soon found her rhythm and developed a fucking action similar to a man. It was rather delicious, feeling the vibrations of the knobbly bits on the dildoe rubbing in Maria transmitted to her own pussy by the smoother "pleasure" end of the brutal weapon.

The feeling of sheer power and dominance to ram the imitation cock deep in the squealing captive must have been what made rape so exciting to a man. It really was a totally different feeling from finger-fucking or even fist-fucking, despite knowing the latter hurt the recipient probably just as much. This was somehow more…..intimate ? Perhaps it was the sensation of force deep in her own sex….whatever, Eva was finding that for every five or six thrusts she had a spasm of orgasmic bliss. The way Maria's whole body squirmed and shook helped, of course. Those large naked breasts bouncing, the spread legs shuddering, the manacled wrists beginning to bleed slightly as she struggled, it all contrived to make this act of all female rape one of Eva's most erotic experiences so far…. And made her desperate to hurt her victim still more.

She reached round to cup her hand over Maria's dark cunt pelt, middle finger parting the lips to probe inside the girl, feeling the rubber penis separated by only the thinnest of layers of tissue from her finger, laughing to touch the nodules as she pumped them in and out, knowing they must be really painful for the sobbing girl.

"Wait until I push the spiked one up here,Maria. You think this is tight,do you ? I'll open you up so I can park a fucking car up your pussy, bitch. "

And as a new surge of delight triggered orgasmic tingles right down to Eva's toes, she speeded up her assault and drove three fingers into the extremely tight cunt slit, resulting in Maria cheating her of further pleasure by passing out.

"Bitch !" Eva cried, wrenching the tool from her unwilling partners' rectum and pleased to see a little flow of blood quickly followed by a rather pungent brown flow of faeces.



The hose was useful to both wash away the shit and wake the sobbing girl.

But Murdoch suggested using it to wash Maria painfully."The hot tap is near boiling, Darling. Wouldn't you like to finish off for now with a nice hot douche and enema?"

No sooner suggested than done. Squirting really hot water up the freshly ravished twin holes of a near-demented squealing and squirming naked girl must come pretty close to heaven for a sadistic bitch like Eva, still sporting her massive male appendage.

She was so wet herself that Murdoch could smell her arousal in wafts of exciting aroma as she bent over her shrieking victim and forced the hose an extra inch deeper in the steaming crevice of Maria's reddening pussy slit or pulled it out and let the near scalding spray douse Maria's breasts or jet up between her twitching thighs before it was forced with merciless brutality into the still open ring of her sphincter and gave her an enema of nightmarish pain.



"Oh Murdoch, take this thing off me and fuck me before I burst into flames!" Eva suddenly gasped, throwing down the hose and waiting impatiently as he worked the wet straps of the monster double ender free. But it wasn't her cunt he wanted. He bent her over the half-conscious Maria and plunged his cock to the hilt in her anus. No longer frightened by this rearward attack, Eva groaned with delight, grabbed hold of Maria's breasts, and brutally crushed, twisted, pulled and abused the shapely melons whilst her lover rode to a satisfied come up her arcehole.



They pushed some needles through Maria's nipples. They tied cords round the projecting needles to hang old fashioned traders' weights on the cords. Then they caned her breasts.



They pushed fearsomely large but thankfully un-spiked dildoes up both her orifices, caned the two projecting ends to send agonising shock waves of internal agony into the groaning girl.



They used candles to coat the needle-pierced nipples with hot wax, dripping it onto the flinching buds and drooling with pleasure to hear her desperate pleas for a mercy they would never show.



Then they thudded heave canes onto the wax-tipped tits to send her really mad with agony, weights dancing crazily, needles tearing the pink skin of her aureoles, and the bestial pounding weight of each blow threatening to smash her ribcage to bits.



Unconcious at last, Maria was left with the dildoes, needles, and weights all in place to gain what rest she could for the night, whilst Murdoch, sure at last of the absolute loyalty and trustworthiness of Eva, told her tales of his previous experiences…..of his exploits in torture that left the recipients dead.

Eva,pussy still burning with her passion, found it almost unbelievable that this educated wealthy man could be lying naked in bed with her, telling her in orgasm-inducing detail how he had cut the breasts from a pregnant coloured girl in Paris before slitting her open hip to hip to extract her near-due baby just in time for her eyes to register the sick recognition of what he had done to her before she died.

Of the druggie in North America, taken to an empty warehouse and skinned alive for the entertainment of four other men as well as Murdoch, of the young hitch hiker in Algeria, staked out in the sun, eye-lids cut off, a tube pushed down into her thoroughly raped and tortured cunt down which live scorpions were dropped….



Sleep was a long time coming.



……………







Laura G.Branigan replied to Eva's letter the next day. In carefully guarded terms, the writer suggested a strong interest in advanced forms of torment applied to female flesh Certain phrases and the general use of words made Eva pretty sure the writer was indeed a woman.

Eva wrote back at once, virtually admitting her perverse desires, and suggesting they meet in a public place. Both still used box numbers. One did not lightly disclose an address.

And then Murdoch rang to say his wife was coming down from Scotland for a couple of weeks to shop and "do" London. It would mean a nice long rest for Maria, but could not be helped. Even though she tolerated his liasons, Murdoch's wife would certainly not approve of his current mistress coming to their Highgate home to play sadism games in the cellars whilst she was in town. Not that she knew of the cellar, of course. At least, not officially. Murdoch was pretty sure his dear lady wife knew a lot more than she admitted about his sexual deviance.

Depressed by her lack of the "fix" that torturing Maria had given her, Eva was delighted when she had a quick reply from the mystery woman.

A meeting at the Savoy grill. "You will recognise me as I will wear a red rose on a summer yellow dress. Be aware that, although sitting alone, I will have company in close attendance. If I am not satisfied that you are who you claim to be, I will leave at once and my escort will wait to ensure you do not attempt to follow me."

Sensible.

Eva was beginning to like Ms.Branigan already.

Good choice of meeting place…one simply did not make a scene at the Savoy.

One fifteen, dressed with care, walking in to the lunch time chatter and seeing the yellow dress on a rather Jewish looking woman of maybe 30-35. Strange if she had been Convent educated. Expensive dress. Long black hair wound in a chignon.

Bit of a chunky shape when she stood up as Eva introduced herself. Firm hand-shake. Not sweaty.

"Miss Branigan…very pleased to meet you." Eva smiled warmly.

"Oh, please, call me Laura" the woman purred. Throaty voice in a husky sort of way. Eyes sweeping from head to toe down Eva with obvious approval "My…you are certainly a most….well, I mean…you are younger than I expected. And much prettier. Do sit down, and let's get aquainted. Lunch is my treat. I chose this alcove because it's surprisingly private….in the sense one can not really be overheard, and I do hope we are going to have a lot to talk about. I'd like to get to know you a lot better."

And the hairs on the back of Eva's head tingled as she sensed the message. The look, the fractional pauses over boob and pubic zones, the slight hunger in the eye….this woman was a dyke! The "getting to know you" she was thinking about was a lot more intimate than a friendly chat, Eva was sure of it. Not that that was a problem. On the contrary, since forcing Maria to perform cunnilingus and other similar services,originally to please Murdoch, Eva had developed a strong taste for girl on girl herself.

As they began to eat, the buzz of traffic and hum of conversation in the brasserie made it remarkably easy to talk about things one would normally never dare mention in public places.

It transpired that Laura was of Italian origins, hence the slightly dark colouring and vaguely Jewish features, was a committed Lesbian, disliked men in any sexual way, had indeed been convent educated and had become obsessed with the tales of unfortunate female saints and martyrs being done to death in some quite horrendous ways. With the dawning of sexual awareness linked to images of Italian nuns hoisted in the air to die by sliding down the spears that impaled them, sadism had become the sexual arousal trigger for Laura, yet with a strong and seemingly unshakable distinction between phantasy and fact.

The former was exciting no matter how depraved, the latter was horrendous and not to be contemplated.

"You see, my dear, the Idea of that awful Fred West and his wife keeping poor tourist girls in their Cellar so they could do all sorts of terrible things to them and Actually Kill them … well…the idea is awfully interesting, don't you think ?……I'd love to have all the details of what they did to those poor girls…But then it is absolutely awful that it was Actually Real…I mean, he really Did Cut those poor girls up….Ogh…you see, in my phantasies I could be in that cellar hearing those naked creatures scream for mercy and I'd happily skewer them one after the other in the most disgusting ways…but if it was real…ogh…It's too horrible to think about. God, I nearly faint if some one cuts their finger !"

"I know what you mean,Laura" Eva smiled."And all the torturesses in my dreams are certainly not ugly women like Fred's dear wife, and the victims have all been abducted from charm schools and look like film starlets."

"My point excactly,my Dear. That Rose was no doubt a deliciously perverted creature but absolutely no style. I'd picture some-one devastatingly gorgeous, not unlike you, actually, roused to near climactic fervour as she performs some Hideous Cruelty on the defenceless body of her Absolutely Stunningly Beautiful captive."

Laura's tendency to emphasise certain words was slightly comical, like chat in the beauty salon….yet they were talking about sadism. Bizarre.

Eva found it easy to listen rather than talk, gently leading Laura on to talk more frankly about her naughty phantasies, seeking to guage her limits and finding that, providing it was strictly imaginary, the scenes that turned her on could include lethal and extremely sexual forms of extreme torture. She didn't seem to mind a girl being branded between the legs whilst being broken on the wheel,providing a dominatrix performed the branding. Men, it seemed, could be vaguely useful to rape the girls first, just to break them down, so to speak, but the cruelty came from strong tall women, prison guards, Mother Superiors, Russian interrogators, Royal torture mistresses….and the girl on the rack or cracking her spine as she arched over the wheel could be flogged, beaten,skewered and generally made into mincemeat without Laura expressing concern.

Naturally, by the time they were eating fresh strawberries and cream, Eva had told Laura that nothing shocked her and she enjoyed every deliciously dirty idea so far mentioned.

It transpired that at Laura's convent school in Italy, the nuns had been very keen on corporal punishment.Laura had quickly learned that a few of them had distinctly un-Godly interest in laying the strap over the bare bottoms of their young female students.Laid over the lap of one such sister, skirt pulled high, knickers dragged down,Laura had taken six stinging blows from the leather tawse before the sister, in apparent concern for the pain she was having to cause her pupil,started to stroke Laura's bare bottom tenderly, to make sure there was no damage…..but somehow her fingers seemed to delve a little lower than they should and Laura knew with absolute certainty that this Sister of God was feeling her pussy because it turned her on. On impulse, having already found the pleasure of the sin known as self-abuse,Laura wriggled her belly on the nun's lap and said how nice and soothing it felt being stroked "down there"……giving her abuser the perfect reason to smack her a little more as she told her how wicked such sinful feelings were….and stroked her fingers quite insistantly down the crease of Laura's cunt.

The paedophillic nun and her sisters in shame took increasingly frequent turns to have Laura and a few of the other girls who shared the secret fondlings, discipline requiring increasingly bare nether regions and concern for the after affects eventually getting to rubbing soothing oil over glowing buttocks and somehow finding a stray finger sliding momentarily between a down-covered virginal pair of pussy lips. "Oiled labia can be very exciting" Laura purred."Afterwards,back in the dormitory,feeling it all slippery and ever so wet."

"So you became a Lesbian and a sadist all due to the administrations of the Holy Sisters ?" Eva smiled.

Laura shrugged. "I suppose it's silly to deny it" she smiled. "I hope that doesn't cause a problem for you….me being…well,a Lesbian."

"Not at all. I approve wholeheartedly. I'm just surprised you didn't become a masochist, though. All that sexual energy after being smacked."

"No…I seemed to know how they enjoyed hurting us ,and in my own bed, afterwards, I'd think what I'd do to the nun if I had her tied down and helpless….and all those images of impaled martyrs and the stuff about Torquemada and the Spanish Inquisition….I read all that in the nunnery library……. would mean me seeing her with her legs apart and a huge steel spike splitting her open like a ripe tomato. Well, that was one of my favourite images."

She smiled, reached across the table, and very briefly rested her hand on Eva's wrist.Eva gave one of her most spectacular smiles in return, not moving her hand away.

"In Italy we have a strange way about being Catholic," Laura purred in her husky voice."Paintings, cinema films, cartoon books freely on show in roadside tobacco stalls , all frequently show images of nuns being stripped, raped, and tortured. I don't know why, but it is true.It's perhaps a sort of" get your own back" on those holy souls who make us feel guilty about sex. Don't forget, our Holy Father the Pope forbids even contraception.Yet on the news stand there are comic books showing women being raped, having their breasts cut off, being hung and roasted….stuff that here in London would have the police going crazy. And when I left the Convent and began to read those comics myself….well…… I knew my sexual needs were between a womans' legs as a lover in life and a victim in imagination. So now I'm here…..with lots of my naughty Italian comics smuggled over to give me something to get going with,and telling a stranger my innermost thoughts."

Eva knew it was now or never. "Is there any chance I could come home with you to look at those lovely sounding comics?

And perhaps, if I'm not presuming too much, we could really get to know each other much more…intimately?"

Laura looked at the lovely blonde with the big deep blue eyes. She let her eyes lower slightly to the deep golden cleavage

showing above Eva's expensive dark shantung dress, then flicker momentarily to see the trim narrow waist flaring out to wide hips, the skirt of the silken sheath roushed over the thighs that then vanished below the table. And her heart missed a beat or two as she thought of pulling the no doubt flimsy panties from those shapely hips…….

"I…..it would bring…er…I'm afraid I would find it difficult to … er… with you..and those books…I mean, I would….perhaps not be the perfect hostess !"

"If you mean you may want us to undress, Laura, I for one would find that a very enjoyable way to look at torture pictures. Shall we go ?"

Laura lived in Fulham, a terrace of what until recently had been fairly common houses now achieving a high price and chintzy status the trendy new buyers had forced upon them.She had a car but had used a cab to get to the Ritz, as had Eva.The house was well furnished with expensive items.They spent the obligatory pennies…nice smart German porcelain, Eva noted.And they had coffee. And they talked about the house plants and the rising cost of housing in London,and……..

"Look…….will you show me your dirty books,please ?" Eva smiled. "I mean, we both know that's what we want to look at, don't we ?"

Laura actually blushed, but she led the way into her bedroom ( double bed….very big one,too ) and pulled a case from beneath it, unlocked it and motioned for Eva to sit the other side of the pile of magazines she laid in the middle of the bed.

Colour covers, black and white cheaply drawn comic picture interiors, balloon type speech for minimal story lines…but incredibly bloodthirsty depraved pictures that hit Eva's hot spot like a rampant cockhead !

Vampires, Natzis, historical tyrants and space pirates seemed to sum up the main contents. But they were all engaged almost without exception in the pleasurable art of torturing and killing voluptuous females. In these comics which Eva knew were referred to as Fumetti, the vampire girls did not seek succour from the neck of their chosen victim. It was the nice naked nipple or the hook-spread lips of a pouting vulva that attracted the blood-sucking bite. And the Gestapo Natzis had their women spread in blatant helpless nudity to receive the branding irons thrusting into their gaping cunts or the hook-tipped lashes ripping deep gashes over the slopes of proud bare breasts.

As for the nuns…. They seemed about equally divided between helpless virginal novices being stripped and ravished and fiendishly sadistic robed "sisters" who appeared to like nothing better than to punish evil-thinkers and wrong-doers in ways that Torquemada would have found delightful.

Like a child let loose in the sweet shop, Eva grabbed magazines one after the other to flick greedily through the pages, gasping with delight at particular images that caught her eye.

One showed young girl children being butchered by leering pirates in front of two older women bound to the ship's wheel, one of whom was heavily pregnant, presumably the parents of the sliced youngsters. When Eva turned the page and saw a huge-cocked pirate forcing his monstrous weapon down the throat of a savagely whipped girl child whilst a busty pirate wench slit open the over-round belly of the mother, she nearly wet herself. "What's this one saying?" she asked Laura.

"He's saying: Shame the kid won't last long enough to have a big pair of udders like yours to crush, and the captain's saying:Just let me rip her kid out and you can cut her tits off, Darling!"……the woman pirate is the captain in the story. She's a terrible sadist who raids settlements to have all the women for her men to play with before she kills them. But it is a particularly cruel story. Especially how she likes mothers-to-be. And you find that….well…acceptable?"

Eva pulled the hem of her skirt up. "Touch me and see !" she grinned.

Having had Maria in every imaginable way, the touch of another woman was nothing new to Eva. But the delicate and almost shy way Laura responded to Eva's brash invitation sent quivers of a totally new sort of pleasure running up Eva's spine. With her slave, Eva had ordered and demanded. "Rub me. Push your finger in. Slowly. Deeper.Lick me. Suck, harder." And so on, usually followed by pretence of anger that poor Maria had done it incorrectly so Eva had the excuse to begin whipping or otherwise abusing her. Now it was a whole new wonderful gentle feeling as Laura almost timidly began to stroke and explore the clothed body of the stunning blonde visitor. Her hand did not slide rapidly upwards along her stockinged thigh as any mans' would. Though the goal was the same, the method of reaching it was vastly more arousing. It was almost as if Laura thought she would break, such sensitive delicate touches, brushing her cheek, slipping down the bare skin of her upper arm, sending goosebumps of pleasure as the wandering fingers circled ever nearer erogenous zones. When they oh-so-lightly traced over the full thrust of Eva's bosom, she actually gasped out loud with the sensation of need. A man's fingers would clamp shut, the palm pressing up to flatten and roll, fingertips curling in almost as if there was a natural male urge to crush a womans' breasts rather than caress them. Eva sensed the passion of this slightly dumpy looking woman. Inside that plain Jane frame was a soul that knew all about rousing the libido of her own sort. Indeed, though she had tried not to be too much the aggressor, Eva found it impossible to calmly endure the slow progress and swung around to cuddle Laura close and kiss her hungrily full on the lips. They overbalanced, sprawling back onto the bed, lewd magazines skittering to the floor, hands suddenly becoming urgent and demanding as removing clothing became a prime concern.

Eva's panties came off first and Laura somehow had her face nestling between the wide-parted thighs, breathing in the heady aroma of a woman on heat as her tongue began to drive Eva insane with a skill she never knew existed. Maria had sucked. Even Murdoch occasionally liked to bury his tongue in the salty slit, but Laura…….. she was from a different planet.

Within moments that seemed like eternities of pleasure, Eva was screaming out loud with the first of many absolutely shattering orgasms. Her legs shook and kicked as if she had a cattle prod in her vagina. Spasmic sensations tingled from deep inside her womb to the very tingling tips of her toes. She wet herself into Laura's mouth, the little squirting jets bursting forth before she could control her loins, only to make her even more passionate as she felt Laura greedily suck and swallow every last drop of her unbidden release. The woman seemed able to bite her with just the right pressure and in just the right spot to release electrical jolts of the most glorious satisfaction. And she didn't stop. None of the male "You've come so get on and suck my dick," attitude but rather "You think that was good ? Try this !"

Later, after what seemed like a voyage in the stormiest seas of passion Eva had ever known…..maybe superseded only by the thrills she got when hurting Maria really badly……….Eva pulled Laura's soaking panties down and wriggled down to begin to return the compliment.

The taste of a woman's cunt was not strange to Eva. She quite liked it. And the response she got from Laura really turned her on, too.The dark red meat seemed to flower open, offering every hidden crevice for her tongues' caress. The flow of womanly juice was fantastic, at one time almost like a mans' ejaculation, and the groans and cries of pure delight from the thrashing now-naked body of the stocky Italian woman spurred her on to delve her fingers deeper and lash her tongue more rapidly into the swollen sex lips and the turgid tube of her vagina.

Without the support of her bra.,Lauras' breasts were like rolling plates of succulent meat, surprisingly heavy as they flowed over from side to side as she rolled on the bed. Eva had a momentary image of how well such large soft globes would stretch if they were impaled on hooks and hoisted upwards……

The huge round aureoles were very dark, almost brown, but the turgid nipples were a delight, sticking up like little cocks in the centre of her mounds, responsive to every lick and caress, delicious to suck as they stretched like teats should…….

It was a mutually wearing but brilliantly satisfying session of Lesbos.

For over two hours, thoughts of cruelty were forgotten as the two naked women twisted around together to perform acts of tenderness and mutual arousal. Whilst Eva drove her tongue deep in the black-fringed mound of Lauras' crotch, her own love nest oozed with the oral expertise that Laura lavished upon it. They went at it non-stop until they were exhausted. Although Laura may have had similar marathon sessions with her female lovers before, it was the first time Eva had found out just what it feels like to have so many orgasms that your stomach actually aches from the muscular spasms.

Only when they were together in the bathroom, already both comfortable with each other's nudity, did they begin to talk about their shared perversion once more.

"You like the very strong stuff, don't you ?" Laura asked as she showered away the come that had run all down her thighs.

"Yup. Tits cut off, pussies torn open, all the blood and gore ," Eva smiled. "Does that upset you, that I'm such a cruel bitch ?"

"No……..not at all. It's just so unusual……or, at least, I think it is. I mean, I know it's unusual to like such awful things anyway, but any of my lady friends who are in to restraint and domination……..yes, I know a few…..I've been a Lesbian for a long time………well, they are restricted to a bit of bondage, canes and maybe a bit of whipping. If we ever get to talking about pushing a needle through a nipple, that's regarded as pretty strong stuff."

"But you've got those books…..they're about as strong as anyone could get, aren't they?" Eva said.

"Why do you think I wanted to meet you? I was convinced I must be the only really perverted female in the country because reading those stories and making up all my mental images was what really turned me on the most. I mean, I like sex , only with women, of course, and a lot of my partners have had absolutely no idea about what I really like. Then one meets fellow travellers who profess to be into restraint fetishes, may be in to the rubber scene or what they call S.and M. ,but they mean spanking and so on. As soon as I venture into talking about serious kinky stuff they back of in absolute disgust. Very rarely one can talk about cases in the paper where girls really have been murdered, but it's not the same and it's all done with an Isn't it awful? sort of slant."

"Well, you can't shock me, Laura. If you said you wanted to talk about hanging the Pope up by his testicles to watch you kill every nun in a nunnery by slitting their throats or cutting their hearts out, I'd be eager to hear more. Mind you, I'd have to say that would be an awfully wasteful way of killing all that lovely girl-flesh."

They were still laughing when they went back to collect the comic books and take them in to the more comfortable lounge.

Laura pulled one out and opened it at a page showing four heavily pregnant women bound to a variety of cruel racks and wheels in a dungeon. A huge near naked torturer had his erect cock being sucked by a kneeling fully robed nun whilst he forced a smoking red hot poker up the anus of one of the pregnant victims. Her breasts were shown tearing open as she writhed at the end of the chains which terminated in a hooked bar driven sideways through both milk-filled udders.

"One of my favourites" she smiled. "They were supposed to be nuns who had sex and got pregnant, so the Mother Superior and the Priests decided to keep them as sex slaves until they were about to have their babies and then have an orgy to kill them all.I told you we Catholics have a very strange view of our religious mentors."

Eva turned the pages slowly, letting the horrors depicted in every picture flow into her mind like wine. The spiked Pear, an expanding cruel device to insert in a woman's vagina which spreads open rather like an umbrella when the protruding handle is turned, the recipient staring down over her swollen belly, her breasts well decorated with skewers driven right through both huge globes, the grinning nun turning the handle, her habit up around her waist so the male torturer can slide two fingers in her dripping cunt. A massively pregnant belly being crushed in a spiked press, nun and priest taking a breast each to cut off with serrated blades as they listen to the wet squelching noises of the rupturing womb. And the classic, legs held wide by screw parted irons,spiked dildoe protruding from well-whipped buttock cheeks, and huge spear thrusting inexorably up into the gaping labia to enter the swollen womb and impale mother and unborn child in one spectacular act of ultimate cruelty, nude breasts dripping blood as weights hooked in the nipples dance crazily to her shrieking struggles.

"Jesus!" Eva groaned, slipping one hand down to check that she wasn't drooling come onto the settee. "If you like that, we're really going to get on. How would you like to be the one pushing that spear up into her fucking cunt hole ? Wouldn't it turn you on like hell ?"

"Oh, God no," Laura gasped, seemingly quite shocked that Eva would even suggest such a thing. "I couldn't do anything like that even if my life depended on it," she shuddered. "I can't bear to think of it as real……..well, not with me there anyway. Then it just becomes absolutely horrid. I don't think I could even push a pin in some-ones' breast…….even if they liked it. I could beat them….you know, canes and things. But not blood. That's what's so strange. In my phantasies I can roast little

schoolgirls or murder whole prisons full of women in the most detailed bloodthirsty ways……….. Sad, isn't it ?"

"But you said you liked reading about Fred West and Mary, and their little killing games !"

"I know. I don't really understand it myself. But I think that's why I liked it….the way they said they killed a pregnant girl."

"Wasn't it one of their own girls ? They said they cut the baby out and it was found beside the dead mother. Must have been Mary who did that, I should think. A man would just have crushed her, stamped on her belly or kicked her to finish off the kid.

Only a woman would want to cut her open and pull the baby out. I wonder if she slit her hip to hip and reached inside, or cut her up from her cunthole ?"

"Oh, Eva ,that's disgusting !" Laura gasped, but there was a sheen of excitement already glowing on the fold between her rather thick labia…….

"I am, and I don't care ! Come on, translate some of these stories for me. I love this space ship torture factory, or whatever it is, with those squirmy spiked penis creatures splitting open those girls' pussies.And what is that thing going on in her tits ? They're like water melons!"

They looked at the Fumetti, drooling over the excesses shown. It really was remarkable that such comics could be bought on the streets of Italy and not from some sleazy back street porn shop would be the case in Britain……Not that material showing such extremes of violence could be obtained anywhere legally in Britain, hence Murdoch's expensive but reliable courier service from the Continent..

"I love comics like this ," Eva said. "Phantasy is so much more fun. I mean,look at this bitch on the spiked rack. Her arms are out of their sockets, the woman has hammered all those huge spikes through her arms and legs, the man's hammering those monstrous steel shafts up her pussy and her arcehole, and she's still screaming and writhing around and lasts another three pages while they slit her belly open and slice her tits off in little thin slices, cook them, and make her eat her own freshly fried nipples before they put that hook inside her to rip her innards out. And even then, while the woman is pulling the guts out, the man can get his cock down the bitches' throat to give her a dying taste of fresh cock juice. So brilliantly impossible. In real life,just one of those nails driven through her elbow and she'd be out cold and probably die of a heart attack before you could even start the fun stuff like peeling the skin off her pussy lips and burning her clitty with a red hot poker. You'd have to take hours over hurting her. Maybe some needles in her nipples or under her finger nails one day, then a bit of whipping the next, allowing her time to recover so she'd last a bit longer. God, I'd probably be working on her for a month before I got to cut her nipples off. Wouldn't you like to do that ? At least stick a couple of red hot needles in her tits or drip hot candle wax down onto her open pussy lips after you'd raped her with a really big painful dildoe ?"

Laura thought about it seriously for a while. "You know, this is the first time in my life that I've even heard anything like we are talking about said out loud……..it's marvellous being able to say 'Cut her nipples off' and know you don't mind at all. I suppose, if I had more time to be so open about all my most secret thoughts, I might change and feel I could actually do some of the things I think about……..but I'm not sure. I have whipped a couple of women, you know. Lovers of mine in the past who enjoyed being sort of slave lovers. And one slightly odd girl I had quite a long affair with used to like me to tie her to the toilet seat and pee over her……..so I have been quite a naughty girl in my time. And you ? Do you honestly think you could enjoy stuff like this if it was real ?"

"If you only knew" Eva thought, images of Maria's cunt bleeding as the dildoe tore into her momentarily flashing on the mental screen.Aloud she said "I think I'd get very excited if we had a real live girl bound and gagged and totally helpless here, right now. I think I'd love to have you licking me while I burned her nipples with cigarettes. And I think I'd come like a bitch on heat to see you clamp her clitoris in a pair of pliers and pull it off. So, yes, I think I could be a very real torturess given the right circumstances."

"Electricity would be alright," Laura said……then laughed as she realized she had lost Eva. "I mean for me…to do…..use any sort of electric shock machine. Like a cattle prod. I'm sure I could slide that up inside a girl and press the button. It's supposed to be one of the worst tortures one can actually do to a woman .But there's no blood, so I would quite like it. Make her scream and jerk in absolute agony but without any nasty mess……Silly,isn't it ? In my thoughts they squirt blood out of every orifice, they have their limbs chopped off, they even get skinned alive…..and yet in real life I switch off the television if they show you medical stuff.I must be a bit stupid,don't you think ?" Eva slipped her hand down and gently pried open Laura's willing thighs. "Not at all. I don't watch war reports of dead and dying, or open heart surgery. It's the sexual side of it that turns me on. The victim has to know I'm getting a charge out of it, getting my cunt juicy because I'm hurting her. And I don't want to just have her suffering. I could poison her for that. I want her jerking and struggling, nearly naked, watching me play with my pussy while I get the kebab skewers red hot to push through her breasts.I want to hear her screams, the terror, the disbelieving agony as I pour boiling water down a funnel jammed in her cunt. And I'd go on torturing her, on and on until she looked in the mirror and saw a hideous deformed creature burned and scarred and torn,until she begged me to let her die……….and I'd keep her alive a bit longer just to let her know that it turned me on to be so cruel !"

Laura's eyes were wide with a sort of shocked delight, her legs spread wide, her vagina pouting like a hungry lover awaiting a passionate kiss. "Oh, Eva, you awful monster………make love to me now…………."

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Metal rods were inserted in both lower orifices of the girl dressed in black lace open crotch briefs,a peep-hole matching bra., black mesh net stockings, a suspender belt, and high heel black patent leather shoes which were almost immersed by the water in which she stood. Her arms were drawn out sideways. Spiked cuffs held her ankles and wrists by short chains to ring bolts secured in the dungeon walls. Totally helpless to defend herself from any attack, yet free to show off her pain by jerking and dancing when her tormentors hit the switches, Maria was wired to one of Murdochs' variable charge high voltage transformer systems. With minimum amperage but amazingly high voltage, this variation of a cattle prodder principle could give a tickle through to a totally stunning blast of electricity. With a selection of attachments, these shocks could be sent to the victim in many choice sites. Naturally, nipple clips, buttock clenching crocodile clips, and numerous forms of torture dildoe (even including a really thin flexible model designed to be inserted up a woman's urethra or inside a male's penis) were included. Less obvious were what Murdoch described as his "Charge implants". These had been made by a factory in Mexico where the normal shock wands and dildoes were made. He had visited the place, finding it incredible that in a Tijuana third World type of factory estate one could see rows of Mexican girls efficiently soldering and assembling electric torture implements as if they were in a dress factory. The owner had shown Murdoch his new device…..a diode powered storage cell that could be time set to emit its stored charge and either triggered or made safe by a variety of movement instructions. They had joked about how it could be slipped in a whores' cunt and set to blast her if she did not have her pussy fucked ten times an hour.

They were small enough to actually be implanted under the skin.

Maria was in remarkably good physical condition, her long rest and the lavish supply of soothing balms and medicine administered by Murdoch having restored her body to almost "as new" condition. Her mind, however , was not so good. She had sunk into a sort of near-catatonic depression. When she saw Eva strut into the torture chamber, wearing one of her shiny latex kinky outfits that served to show every erotic inch of her lovely body in as sexy a way as possible, there was some reaction…………..a sort of lost sigh and a tremble of fear. Murdoch was already naked, holding his semi-erect cock like a truncheon as he strolled around Maria's spread form, reaching down to thrust a finger in her cunt or pull one of the nipples thrusting helplessly exposed through the tipless points of the black bra.

He looked at Eva and smiled with approval. His wife had never looked sexy in her life. Now she had returned to the Scottish home and let him get on with his depravity it was an absolute joy to look at that tall blonde Nordic beauty in her kinky boots, breasts jutting aggressively, buttocks swinging as she strode around,and those delicious cruel blue eyes lecherously devouring her victim…………the cock rose another few centimetres.

"Darling, you look good enough to eat!",he chuckled.

"I hope you will, later !" she replied. "She looks good, doesn't she ? You haven't even whipped her while your wife was

home !"

"No…….I wanted her to be strong enough to suffer the torments of Hell to-night. You are going to hurt her in what is reputed to be the most terrible way that pain can be administered to a human being, the most successful form of interrogation ever found, and with the added advantage that not much blood will be lost. Are you ready to send this poor bitch insane ?"

"Darling, I can't wait. Let's hear the bitch scream !"

"And for starters ?" Murdoch drooled, gesturing at the laid out selection of implements.

"I think she needs waking up, Darling. She hasn't even screamed to see me. How about a little simple alarm call with these nice little screw clamps on her nipples ? She's standing in water so the current will go down rather than across. Don't want to shock her poor little heart to a standstill just yet, do we ?"

Eva was horny already. Standing so close to her victim, carefully tightening the first screw clamp of the serrated metal jaws while she held the device so that Maria's aureole would slowly be compressed…………. looking into Maria's eyes and reading the slow comprehension as the damaged brain registered what was happening and slowly understood what would happen next………seeing the eyes widen and the look of resignation turn to one of disbelieving horror.

"No…….for the Holy Mother's sake……don't hurt me any more. I haven't done anything wrong !"

"Oh, my poor little pet, it's not because you are naughty…….it's just because we like hurting you……..haven't you figured that out yet ? We want to hear you scream and watch you squirm and see your blood dripping out of your tortured flesh because it amuses us, it turns us on. That's why I'm going to kill you very slowly. This is just to wake you up, Darling !"

And Maria began to writhe and whimper as the metal jaws closed over the right dusky bud, threatening at first to simply slide off the fear-hardened teat so Eva had to pull the nipple tip and hold the clamp at the same time with her left hand whilst with her right she twisted the screw device to press the flattening plate of nipple meat ever more painfully.

A brutal tug on the closed clamp, and Maria shrieked as her breast was yanked forward momentarily into a peaked cone, crashing down and bouncing when released with the clamp firmly attached.

"Other tittie, Sweetie !"

Murdoch shuddered. This bitch really was enjoying her work. There wasn't a trace of pity or the least feeling of guilt. She was everything his most perverted dreams could have conjured up, and here she was calmly fastening the wires to the well-clamped terminals while actual silvery droplets of her feminine juices shone at the junction of her thighs where the latex parted to frame her gold-bushed pudenda ! Absolute bliss.

Eva dialled a medium figure on the control panel……..this would certainly make the cow jump ………..and she stepped back so she would have a perfect view, parted her own legs somewhat, lewdly spread open her wet labia, and, making sure Maria could see how slippery and excited her pussy was, slipped her middle finger inside herself to slowly rub her clitty.

"Now, Maria !" she purred, and her other hand operated the contact button to send the first jolt of electricity to both metal nipple clamps.

If one had put Maria on a giant vibrating platform, the result would have been similar to watch. Her eyes flew wide open, her red lips drew back as she bared her teeth in a trembling scream,her bound arms and legs strained and jerked in a sort of ultra high speed dance and a squirt of urine jetted from her crotch as her belly contracted in the spasms of reaction.

Quite dramatic….and that was just the first little jolt of torture pain. Now she was really going to dance.

Three more shocks zapped Marias' nipples.

Her ragged screams were music to the evil blonde's ears. The way the clamped tits bounced and shook it was as though they were being flogged by an invisible whip. Again, a higher charge this time. Eva knew that too many shocks to fatty tissue such as the breasts could cause the composition of the blood cells to start breaking down, a little known side effect of too severe a session with the shock machine. She didn't care. If Maria's buds turned to squidgy mush, hard fucking cheese…….they'd maybe bleed faster when she cut the fuckers off ! This was how her cruelty made her feel. No longer the least bit lady-like but crude and corrupt, a bitch intent on savagery and to Hell with the consequences for her victim……..Eva swung the control dial round even more. Voltages that numbered in the tens of thousands jetted through the wires but at minimal amperage, the result being nerve-blasting shocks fairly sizzling into Maria's nipples but at non-lethal currents.

Hot flowing cunt juices oozed down Eva's inner thighs. She had to dig her fingers in the syrup to bring her need to a quick flushing orgasm, crying out "Scream, you cunt !" at the throbbing captive who shuddered helplessly before her.

Impatient for yet more horrific cruelty, Eva selected an evil steel veined rubber and plastic dildoe, already wired to the controller. As she started to probe Maria's pussy lips with the blunt domed end of the fiendish tool, she was rewarded by a desperate scream of pleading from the hysterical victim.

"For the love of God not there ! I beg you…..please ……not THEEAGGGGHHHHRRRRR………."

"Shocking, isn't it ?" Eva drooled, letting another burst of internal agony galvanise her victim into a sort of high-powered tremble of pain as the current short-circuited her muscular control and turned her into a mindless animal.

More pee, squirting out with a trace of pink……perhaps it may be Maria's period brought on a little early by the electrical jolts. The torture dildoe was not one with spikes, so nothing should be torn to shreds….yet.

Eva wound the dial round more and sent a ten second burst through the cleverly designed torture tool. Instead of the shock bursting forth from one point of contact, resistors in the veined metal tracery allowed the shock to actually travel in an ingoing spiral from the root of the cock to the eye of the knob, resulting in a burning sensation along with the actual shock as the current earthed all along the wet pink lining of Maria's vaginal walls and exploded against the ring of her uterus entry, blasting the pain deep into her womb. Unseen blisters formed on her os as more shocks wound their way instantaniously up her cunt, her secretions actually forming wisps of steam at her gaping vulva, the pale labia swelling as the body sent spare blood to fight this invasion. She almost looked as if she was enjoying it if it was just her pussy lips you looked at. The way her body sweated and literally creaked as she struggled insanely against her bonds soon gave the lie to that idea, however, and the awful rasping sound of that characteristic electric shock scream told the true story very well.

Eva jumped when two grasping hands reached from behind her to clasp her breasts. She was bent forward, eyes almost level with the cunt her torture tool was invading, and Murdoch's cock charged into her back passage with the ferocity of pure lust.

Savagely, Eva pressed the release button and let still longer shocks burn their way up Maria's vulva and explode into her womb, spurred on to this vicious cruelty by the sheer power of sexual frenzy. Her buttocks mashed against Murdoch's thrusting loins, her victim spasmed insanely, and just as it all became too terrible for Maria,s poor brain to stand, Eva came like a bitch on heat and felt her lover's seed splatter deep in her rectal cavity.

They tried water, ice cubes pushed up the cunt, and a savage few strokes with a wire whip to slice a few bloody wealts over Maria,s rounded arce cheeks, but she remained stubbornly unconscious. Eva spread the girl's pussy lips wide as the melting ice dripped out, looking for damage her shocks had caused, surprised to see only a few tiny white blisters on the inner walls of the vagina.

"What are you doing ?" Murdoch smiled as he saw Eva on her knees between the spread legs, poking her fingers in Maria's pussy.

"Looking to see what it did to her. There's hardly any damage. I'll have to use the dilly with the nice big sharp spikes on it next time. At least I'd see a bit of blood,then."

"You really are an animal," Murdoch chuckled. "I don't think I've ever met a woman who is as heartless about hurting her victim as you are. I swear you would happily murder a whole row of women if you had the chance. You're an evil bitch !"

"Thank-you, kind Sir" Eva laughed, "But it is a bit boring not slicing her up, you know !"

"Darling, let's put her back in her room for the night and to-morrow you can kill the cow !" her lover responded, pleased to see the sparkle of absolute delight that lit up Eva's blue eyes as she threw her arms around him and kissed him passionately.

"Do you mean it ? I can finish her off ?"

"You decide what you want to do to her. She's getting a bit boring now. It's so much better when they can be shocked by a nice bit of old-fashioned sexual abuse……we need a girl with a bit of innocence about her. I like a girl to be horrified when I stick my finger in her cunt".

They carried the limp form through to the cell, Eva snapped the wander chain around the left ankle as Maria lay carelessly spread-eagled of her back over her bed With a sudden surge of cruelty, Eva drove her fist viciously up between Maria's thighs, punching her in the groin with a brutal force that actually split the left labia against the bone, resulting in a sudden flow of blood onto the sheets. "I can't wait, Bitch !" Eva growled. "See you to-morrow."

Then, as she followed Murdoch up from the cellar, she said "The only trouble is, once she's gone I won't have any-one to torture!"

"Oh yes you will, Darling. Don't worry about that. There's plenty of them around!"

And the following day, still having to go to work during the week, Eva walked around the offices in a sort of dream state. She wanted to cry out to her fellow workers "I'm going to kill a girl to-night !"……….. but even with an optimistic point of view, she knew that in reality, even Laura would be unable to swallow news like that. She was damp all day, having to go to the ladies four times to masturbate, and having to wear a sanitary pad to stop her oozing love juice from staining her clothing. She was convinced that a few of the other girls looked at her strangely. Perhaps they could smell her constant arousal ? It amused her to think that any one of the men she spoke to during the day could have pushed his cock inside her without any hesitation and been swallowed into a wet inferno of lust. And at last the day was ending. Friday night. Cries of "Have a nice week-end" from other office slaves, but with a special meaning they didn't realise for Eva. This week-end she was going to kill a girl…….for pleasure !

Arched back over a frame, stark naked, legs painfully stretched apart, black leather straps being drawn really tight by a pantie-clad Eva, Maria whimpered with sick horror as she heard Eva's constant foul descriptions of what she was going to do !

What was so absolutely terrifying was that Maria now knew that these were not empty threats. This insane blonde sadist was going to mutilate her and kill her as painfully and obscenely as she could. Indeed, Maria had started to beg, not for release…..she knew that was not an option…..but for a quick death. "Please, for God's sake, just let me die. You can't do all those things. It isn't human. Please, I beg you, just let me die !"

"Shut up, you stupid cunt. Look ! See this lovely double-ended joy toy ? The nice sexy smooth end is for me….oogh, lovely. Did you see how easily it went into my hot little pussykins, Maria ? And this great big spikey end is for you ! What do you think, Maria ? A nice deep fuck up that poor little blistered cunt of yours ? No….I think I ought to give your little bumhole a visit first. Don't want your poor little arcehole to feel neglected, do we ? There……..just getting it lined up, Maria. Push it between those taut arce cheeks…..ooogh, look it's already scratched you, hasn't it ? Christ, I bet it'll rip your arcehole to shreds, Darling….Ready ? Deep breath. Here comes Mamma!"

And Eva thrust her hips forward in the classic rape lunge, the spike-ringed dildoe jolting into Maria's sphincter, gouging scrape lines all around the muscular ring of her anal entrance. The end of the double dilly far inside Eva's cunt rammed back against the ring of her os, half threatening to part her uterus and head for her womb. She gasped with the quite strong sensation of internal pain, but the noise coming from Maria was so spectacular and so much of a turn on that her own discomfort was forgotten as she experienced what male rapists feel when they spear a virgin and rip through her hymen…..except Maria was no virgin, and it was the ring of her backside that had just been torn open. But the scream was superb. And the arched body straining and threshing in its bonds. The breasts, heaving in great gulps of air to feed the shrieks of agony and shuddering and shaking like demented jellies. And the eyes. Those dark pools of horror, rolling in a face that had terror etched in every straining line. Oh, it was good……loin-buckingly, fuck-her-deeper good. The blood, sprays of it onto Eva's thighs, making her body stick momentarily to her victim's with each mind-blowingly satisfying bestial shove of the spikes into the helpless arce-hole. Slowly, pull nearly out, actually hear the squishy sort of noise as the spikes lacerate the flesh, then jerk deep into her, sense the grooves being scored in the lining of her rectum, feel the jerky way the spikes stretch then shred the meat,press belly to belly and smile victoriously into these disbelieving eyes of agony.

Orgasm. Eva screaming "Yessss" as the flow burned inside her and exploded down every nerve, fast and furious thrusting, mincing the victim's meat to a puree of ground tissue. The climax was intense. Tingling shards of almost painful pleasure vibrated down the nerves of Eva's thighs, threatened to make her legs buckle as the sensation overwhelmed her normal muscle control.

She had to rest, pulling out of her victim and giving a little cry of bliss as the shower of torn flesh and blood spurted after the dripping dildoe and soaked her legs. The flow continued, and Eva grabbed a pair of discarded undies to push into the open rectal tube as an aid to staunch the blood.

She staggered back to admire her handiwork. Maria was shuddering and moaning, her wrists raw where her struggles had grated skin against the restraints. Her black hair was wet with sweat, her face drawn into a mask of pain, lines of dried tears like little crystalline tracery over her cheeks. Her bottom looked remarkably sound except for the raw hole where her sphincter had been rasped to pulp. Her breasts hung down and shook gently as the rasping breaths made her chest rise and fall more rapidly than usual. Eva gazed at the nipples, then switched her eyes to the cunt gash, smeared with blood from the anal assault but actually in quite good order. It was so hard to choose…..tits or pussy….maybe push the lovely accessory she wore like a rutting stallion straight into the folds of that helpless pussy and rip Maria's twin holes into one great torn slash………

At length, partly because her own inner depths were feeling more than a little bruised, Eva unbuckled the double-ender and removed it from her loins. No longer equipped to ravish, she decided instead to do a little manual destruction and spent a little time hosing down and cleaning up her victim. This not only made it more pleasant to work on her but also gave the poor bitch a little rest and resuscitation.

With two pairs of pliers, Eva started to inflict serious damage on Maria's thick juicy labia. Gripping both lips and pullin apart was interesting. Cunt lips are astonishingly elastic and stretch far more than you would imagine, looking like puppy dogs' ears before the skin gave way and Eva giggled happily as she tore two little nuggets of raw pussy meat from her shrieking victim.She pushed the little warm slivers of meat inside Maria's vagina, thrusting three fingers up her and deliberately using her long sharp nails to rasp the delicate lining of the clenching passage. That was so satisfying that she used her nails on Maria's clitoris, scraping and gouging, laughing as her poor demented victim spasmed and wet herself, scraping bloody grooves in the ring of the vulva and using the pliers more violently now to rip the girl's pussy lips into shreds.

Blood was starting to really squirt from Maria by now. In phantasy one can go on torturing a girl even when her body is crushed and torn beyond repair. Unfortunately, Maria was starting to have little black-out periods which meant she was not going to last all that long……..so Eva cut off her tits.

This was orgasmic stuff……..pinch a nipple hard, pull it forward, take a serrated bread knife and saw the nipple off……..blood………the little cone of flesh suddenly parted from the mass of the shuddering breast, a little rubbery piece of girl-flesh, wet and warm……….show it to Maria, make sure she knows that it really is the first slice off her left tittie………then saw into the underflesh…Murdoch panting, standing beside his blood-splattered lover and sliding his fingers up between her legs to feel the wetness and the heat……..and a heavy wobbly kilo of raw meat suddenly free of the host, an amazing wet "plop" sound as it dropped to the floor, Eva bending, picking it up , pushing it into Maria's bloody cunt….

"Use a blunt or a serrated knife. It makes the act of severing a woman's breasts last longer. A razor sharp blade is too easy." Eva wondered where she had read or heard that advice. It was certainly true. She had to work really hard gripping the sweat-slippery cone and sawing into the meat. The second breast fell to the floor. Eva stepped on it, laughing as it slithered out from under her foot.

Maria was making a sort of mewling sound. Whether she knew what was happening or not, she most certainly was experiencing the acme of outrageous agony. It was fairly obvious that this was the end. Eva drove the point of her blade into Maria's belly, again and again, gasping and groaning in a sort of dementia of cruel lust, her sex pouring juices over Murdoch's probing fingers. Blood began to trickle from Maria's wide open mouth. Her dark eyes were wide open but no longer seeing. She began to shudder almost as if she was very cold, her teeth actually clicking, then her body spasmed twice and went still.

Eva pulled the long knife blade from the lacerated belly and it fell from her fingers as she almost swooned into Murdoch's arms.

"You wonderful merciless fucking bitch ," he was murmuring in her ear as he turned her towards the bed. His monstrous erection slithered inside her as they almost stumbled down onto the leather covered couch.

Behind their rhythmic thrusting bodies, the corpse of a young woman dripped blood onto the cold tiles, forgotten now that she could no longer scream and struggle, ready to be chain-sawed into pieces and fed to the gas furnace, another victim of perversion.

And walking to a party with her friends, a very pretty young lady in the northern part of the country had no idea that her life was about to take a monstrous change for the worse…………………

TO FOLLOW : Eva and Laura "at play" plus more awful secrets of cruelty revealed.

Susan