The Dice

       The Dice.

4.

The captives arrived by plain grey box van, and soon two stout square crates were sitting on the gravel of his drive, with double promised delights within.

Richard arrived quickly on his quad, the engine roaring. He had been tending to John’s few livestock and small running farm over the hill at the other side of the extensive property. John called Maggie too, and she was soon coming out of the house with her dressing gown still untied at the waist and her hair mussed from a dreamy sleep. It was mid-morning, but she had never been an early riser.

The first crate was soon in pieces at Richard’s ministration with his trusty small crowbar, which was soon back in the inner pocket of his long jacket.

Their new toy this time was a young man, maybe late teens. He was unconscious, but Richard lifted him as easily as he had the girls, and the boy was soon locked in heavy leg irons and manacles, a broad steel collar was locked about his neck. He was efficiently bound and laid at their feet, with Maggie finally returning with her vital camera, and it was only upon the agonising application of the steel grommets in nipples, nose and through the flesh between his cock and balls that awoke the slave in stages from the  tranquilliser the collectors obviously had given him.

Richard slammed a steel tube gag into his mouth, and chained it about his head with one of the seemingly keyless, massive padlocks that added so much weight - with the chains - to their toys’ hapless bodies. The boy struggled and moaned at the pain of the new piercings, but was helpless in the heavy steel of his bondage, rolling about on the hard, cold gravel and amusing them greatly. Richard left him in his funny fear and turned his attention to the other crate.

John cheered jokingly as the second new toy appeared; it was a young girl, long blonde hair, beautiful in a pixie-like way with upturned nose like her upturned nipples on full breasts, and softly pointed ears. John could see that her hairstyle had been chosen to accent this images, and he had images of placing her in some permanent testament to this.

“Is it possible to permanently dye skin?” he asked the others, expecting that Richard would have the answer, and seeing him pause in his chaining of the girl in the same manner as the still struggling boy before Maggie interrupted with a brisk, “of course.”

“There are plenty of methods,” Richard continued, fitting the girl with her shiny tube gag, and hefting his punching tool to do her piercings. “What colour and what is troubling your delightful mind?”

“I want to turn her into a cute little doll, and we can reshape those lovely ears to sharper points? What kind of teeth do pixies have?

“None round here, “Maggie said. Richard snorted a laugh, and John beamed. The camera clicked as the extreme pain pulled the girl suddenly from her distant dreams.

They watched for a while as the two captives writhed and struggled in the heavy steel, watched and enjoyed it as they tired, eventually coming together in a panting sweaty mess.

“They were girlfriend and boyfriend,” Maggie informed them when the struggling ceased to just a soft moaning, desperation and beautiful terror.

“That’s wonderful, and she’s a total bonus. We do need a house slave, and a cute little bunny like her will fit the bill perfectly.

“Well you my handsome little friend, are number four, “John said, turning his attention to the youth. He received a glare of such hate that it decided him on the eye question immediately.

Richard grabbed the girl by her ankle chain and dragged her to his vehicle, its engine still idling, panting greasy smoke into the chill morning air. He looped the chain around a hook on the rack at the back. He was soon driving away, and the hapless girl was pulled across the rough gravel, leaving a trail of bloody marks where sharp stones scraped her soft skin and distorted screams renting the air; and then onto the grass and off around the side of the large house.

John clipped a nipple chain to the boy and used it to guide him onto his knees, in which fashion, with Maggie helping with sharp kicks, they led the poor, grunting slave to the newly completed, but oddly roofless outhouse outside the main kitchen.

Inside, there was a measure of darkness, due to the high walls, and it was cooler than outside. It was bare save for a dark metal cage with inch thick bars in one corner, opposite the back door. The slave panted, drool slivering down his chest from the dark interior of the tube gag as bright snakes from a cage, and his darting eyes finally settled on the steel prison.

“Here, you are going to live,” John said, pulling the slave forward to the corner of the steel bars. The cage was about five foot by three, with its rear two sides bolted to the brickwork of the outhouse wall and that of the kitchen. It was sitting on bare soil, but chained to brackets mounted in the brickwork. The poor captive still struggled with the unyielding chains pinioning his muscular arms behind his back, but of course this had no effect save maybe for convincing Maggie to gun her camera with more venom.

The cage was constructed of narrow steel, and allowed a good view of the boy within, his soft pinkness so vulnerable against the cold masonry behind. John carefully secured the chains to the boy's new piercings, making him a resident of this tight little box. The boy was grunting pitifully; spit dribbling from his distended mouth, unable to move more than a few inches due to the permanent bondage. He was crying. John smiled, stood as the sound of the vehicle returned from the back of the large house.

The quad was pulling a small trailer which was loaded with a mound of soil and gardening implements. As it pulled to a stop, they could both see the Elfgirl's head hanging out of the back, the only part of her unburied by the small mountain of soil on her. She was motionless and silent. Richard climbed off the vehicle, it's springs creaking, and walked to see the boy in the cage.

"You've got two decisions to make," he said to John while gesturing with his arm to the camera and beaming a smile at it. The boy wasn't moving, only the dribble of spit and the hiss of his breathing confirming he was still of this world.

John simply waited. Maggie filmed them with the cage in the background.

"Does he keep his bits? And, who does the gardening?"

John opened his jacket and showed them the sheath strapped under his arm. He brandished the long weapon with a flourish for the camera. It was a machete, but with a thinner bowed blade and a pointed tip. "I've been reading some amateur surgery online, so no, no bits. As for gardening, not me."

They paused for breakfast, unused to such early starts.

The elf was moaning when they returned, still just a head in the drying mud on the trailer, but the boy was silent. John had donned a white surgeon's gown and cap, and was holding the evil sharp blade with an obvious excitement, in front of him and high as he went to the cage. His erection made a sharp tent in the front of the gown, giving him a ludicrous look that he liked, perversely.

"I want her to blind him, Rich. Make it happen."

Richard gunned the engine of the quad and then used the power to tip the small trailer. The soil and dirty naked girl crashed to the ground. She was covered with a glaze of mud and blood when they dragged her out of the mess, a constant stream of drool from her mouth tube sliding between her breasts and adding to the disgusting state she was in. Her hair was caked to her head by mud, and she seemed almost a part of it as she struggled in the massive steel chains.

Maggie was setting the camera on a tripod so she could join the fun when John finally succumbed to his truest desires. The bars of the cage were very widely-spaced, more ornamental than being required to keep the slave trapped and so it was easy for John to slide even the massive blade through. Maggie focused the view on him as he started to poke the boy's pale ribs with vicious tip. Maggie tutted to herself, and quickly moved the camera further back so that she could film Richard too, as he used a large hedging scissors to shear away the girl's matted hair.

The boy was grunting and squeaking in pain and terror as John scratched his body with the tip of the knife. He prodded, the sharp tip easily drawing blood and a grunt of agony and terror from the boy. John continued to poke the sharp blade in an out, jabbing it and making small cuts in the boy's skin which oozed their issue, painting the white skin with a striping of crimson. The boys was panting and grunting, pulling roughly at the chains that attached him in this position. His eyes were darting in fear and confusion, and their was the ever-present line of drool.

Richard pulled the girl closer, and dropped her at the bars of the cage. John continued to stab her boyfriend, somewhat gently, if such a thing can be imagined. Now, Richard reached in and grabbed the boy's head by the tight chain of his gag. he pulled the boy's head up, prodding the girl with his foot. With his free hand her tossed a small penknife to the mud at the girl's feet. John blinked in surprise, backed away with a delicious grin of pleasure on his face. The girl, drool and tears dripping from her horrid, muddy face, looked up at Richard, across at her caged and whimpering boyfriend, then down at the knife. She was obviously terrified, too terrified to move.

"We're going to torture you. We're going to almost certainly kill you in the end. We don't do mercy, don't do sympathy or compassion or any of that shit, don't believe in the concept of sin. Your short, horrific lives will be unimaginably painful, degrading and frightening, " he said. Maggie and John both laughed. The girl sobbed, staring down at the knife, or maybe just down. John walked to stand over the girl, the large blade at his side, but his prick still awake.

"There is, however, a way out. We're going to blind your boyfriend, apparently; and if you do it for us, as we like to watch, you can walk away with him right now. Free. The film of you committing this act will be of far greater value to us than you two." Maggie laughed uproariously, and John stepped back to gape at Richard.

"Do you understand, girl? Do you understand our offer to you?"

She nodded. They were all stunned by the clarity of this response, which was strong despite the tremors of fear. John grinned again.

"So what so you say?" The boy was limp in Richard's strong grip, the chains to his soft parts taut with the way he was lifted to the top of the small cage.

The girl broke down again. Richard was patient, looking at her with some kind queer facsimile of care on his face.

"Well?" he asked finally.

She nodded, as if she had mustered some strength, quite incredible considering the obvious pain she was in with the new piercings, the brutal gag. Everyone laughed. Richard stretched his leg and kicked the small knife closer to her.

She was frozen, and remained so. After a while, Richard said, "We're going to do it, anyway, honey. Come on. My friends won't wait all morning."

She actually managed to struggle with her wrist chains enough to pick up the knife before her terror and pain and panic caused her to freeze once more. Richard moved then, lightning fast, grabbing the end of the tube gag and pulling her bodily forward, yet still holding the boy's chain. He moved with lightning speed, and the stupefied, chained captive girl had no chance to resist as he clasped her hand now, squeezing her small fist around the knife.

She uttered a high-pitched groan of terror, and he waited for her to finish before he jabbed her hand in through the bars and brought the tip into the boy's clenched right eye. It was like a scream, and the breath of it made a cloud in the air. He writhed in the tight confines, and a small spurt of blood burst from the ruined eye. The girl was bucking too, trying desperately to pull the knife away, but Richard was far too powerful.

He repeated the action with ease, and then stepped back, the girl falling back to look with horror at her lover now hanging in Richard's grasp, two thick lines of blood painting twin rivers down his face and a constant shriek of agony and horror blowing out strangely from the cruel gag. She stared at the boy's face, the ruination of his sight, her eyes a mirror to everything her soul was going through, the horror of her experience. She bolted. Up and on her feet with sudden and surprising speed; she staggered in the ankle bonds, rattling as she half ran, half stumbled in a seemingly random direction, but away from this and them. The three torturers laughed.

It was a simple matter for Richard to follow her, intercepting her at the Quad and bending her over it. He pushed her down onto the cold metal of the fuel tank, her soft breasts crushed beneath her. With his free hand, Richard opened the small toy box at the front of the trailer, and pulled out a long silver device with a narrow ball at one end and a steel rectangular box at the other end connected by a couple of metres of thin silver coiled wire. He pulled the length of the device out of the box with a little difficulty, as she was struggling again and making a god-awful howling sound. He picked up the ball and held it under the dark tube of her gag until it was liberally coated with her drool, and shin Then he rammed it forcefully beneath the cheeks of her ass. She screamed louder, spittle dripping across the machine. He pushed, gripping the gag chain for purchase, and after a short struggle, the large steel anal ball popped into her ass, the long steel wire dangling around her feet.

With her hands chained in front, she was helpless to do anything to help herself except scream through the horrible gag, and buck and struggle in his grip. She was shocked to the core of herself, unable to comprehend the evil she was witnessing. The pain of her body and the guilt of her boyfriend's lost sight were twin spikes within her, and now the awful pain of the rape with the freezing steel ball had added a lead feeling to her gut, and the tendrils of desperation, doom and utter defeat were blackening her vision.

He released her, and she immediately struggled to her feet again, the chain between her ankles tight as she resumed her amusing escape stagger. John walked to pick up the steel box, smiling for Maggie's camera as he pushed a control on the device. The girl left the ground and then crashed to the hard gravel, her limbs cramped in awfully contorted positions, a thin shriek of agony pushing past tight vocal cords which stood out much like her eyeballs. The electrical shock lasted only a couple of seconds, but it has substantial effect on the girl. She dropped to her knees, the heavy bondage rattling about her, crawled prostrate to him and stayed still, shivering but silent.

"You understand?" He asked.

She simply nodded.

"Good girl.” He took the control box and clipped it with an attached clamp to the boy's cage; efficiently trapping her there, as there was no way she could pull the massive steel ball from inside herself. She looked forlorn and hopeless as he pulled her to her feet; she glanced down at her shivering, broken boyfriend with such horror that brought smile's to everyone's lips. Richard thrust the shovel into her chained hands.

"I can set this to shock you until the batteries run down, I'm not sure if it will kill you or not. You will, therefore, obey. I want you to move the dirt into the boy's cage. Try to bury him up to his neck."

She hesitated for a few moments, the shovel dangling hopelessly. But it was proof of the efficacy of the electrical threat, when she stumbled to the pile of mud and began to pick at it with the shovel.

"I'm hungry," said Maggie. Breakfast it was.

With full bellies, they returned to find the boy somewhat buried, his limbs covered at least and a small hill of dirt sloped through the wide bars. The girl was still working, the steel tail a cruel accessory between her legs. Maggie checked her camera, which had caught everything they'd missed and was still running.

Richard returned once more to his quad, taking a large tub earth worms from the trailer. He tipped the contents over the boy's back, and he grunted with horror and disgust, hardly able to struggle at all now thanks to the soil around his arms and legs, and the tight chains running to his still agonising piercings. The worms wriggled and roiled, most falling off the boy and onto the fresh earth around him. The girl deposited another shovel of the soil onto him. John watched her, delighted by the power of the control device. She had become a robot, basically.

It was a short matter to sprinkle a few seeds over the boy's home. Then, leaving the girl to finish her task, they left to prepare for her training.