Payment in Full
by John Lubber

Prologue:  I was deeply in debt and forced to give up my life for my family so they would not be harmed.  Contains depictions of torture, snuff, mutilation, and murder.

 I was so fucking in debt when I was told to meet a guy in an abandoned building to make arrangements on possibly stretching out my payments.  Two guys with guns got out of a car and said there was no time left. I could either pay with my life or I and my family would have to die.  I had one hour to decide.  If I chose to pay with my life only,  I would be sold as a victim to some sick sadists in Miami.  There I would be killed for their pleasure. I could not believe this that my only way out was to sell my life to some guys in Miami who would pay thousands of dollars to see someone tortured and snuffed as they watched and got off.  My other choice was to have my family killed.  I made the only choice a man can make.  It was only vaguely explained to me how I would be killed.  I knew nothing about snuff or that whole dark fantasy world like in the film 8mm.  I rode a bus from Virginia to a bus stop in Miami and then answered a public phone at a certain time and street corner.  The man at the other end of the phone, as it turned out was in a car across the street watching me to make certain I wasn't with anyone.  He quickly pulled up and told me to get in the back.  The windows were darkened and I didn't see the man in the backseat until I was in.  I was frisked and checked for a wire and then we drove out of the city to an area adjacent to the everglades.  It was nearly dark.

There was an overwhelming feeling of fear in my body.  The only reason I agreed to this was to save my family.  I had been given only one hour to decide on this course of action.  We pulled up to a gate and the driver punched a code into the box opening the gate.  We drove up a long driveway through Spanish moss covered live oak trees.  There were a dozen ritzy cars parked all around.  I shook all over as we got out of the car and I was escorted down a flight of stairs into a medieval looking dungeon type basement with brick walls, a large table and various implements on the walls.  There were also torches burning around the room and a large light over the table.  I had imagined that I would be stabbed or shot up until now, but as I looked around the room, it looked very much like some scenes from those old English movies where torture chambers were the norm.

I was told to strip and then led into a side room with much more modern looking furniture similar to a Doctors office.  A man in a white coat told me to sit up on the examining table.  As I hesitated, I was slapped in the head by my keeper from the back seat of the car.  The Dr if you can call him that had me place my feet in stirrups and my ass was positioned over a bowl with water running.  He then pushed a soft hose into my anus and turned on some warm water.  My bowels filled and began to spill their contents into the bowl.  I asked why this was being done and was again slapped.  The Dr said that the people paying to see me die don't want to see shit all over the place.  I shivered imagining what he meant.  Why would people pay to see a man killed?  It would be over so fast.  What did he mean?

Finally, the water ran clean as he pushed harder and deeper into my body till it hurt.  He pulled the hose out and handed me a towel.  I was given four pills to swallow with a sweet tasting drink.  He said they were anti nausea pills.  Why all this prep work for a murder?  I got up the nerve to ask how they would kill me.  The Dr just smiled at my keeper and laughed. 

"You will not be killed, you will die from extended torture and mutilation.  What did you think, that we were just going to shoot you?  Who the fuck would pay for that?  You will suffer unspeakable pain and beg to die."

I remember falling off the chair and the next thing I knew I was laying on the large table in the main room.  My wrists, chest, hips knees and ankles were tightly bound to the solid wood block.  A leather gag was over my mouth.  I watched as some men and women strolled around the room looking at me and examining my body.  I have a nice build and for just a moment imagined I was in some hot BDSM scene.  My cock got hard and one of the women asked.

"Does he know what he's in for?  I've only seen men get hard as they hang."

She grabbed my cock and stroked it a little  and said to her escort,

"I'll pay extra if I can have this."

I stayed hard and could only imagine at what point I would lose my cock to her.  Would I be dead or alive when it happened?  I was cold and shaking as a gray haired man came into the room and said, "Five minutes ladies and gentlemen."

Oh fuck, what was going to happen in five minutes?  I still had no idea how I would die.  A table on wheels was rolled up near the back side of the the table I was laying.  Everyone began to take their seats.  I looked over at the table to see a huge array of knives, scalpels, and many things I did not recognize.  I tried to struggle against the cuff, but could not move.  A woman in her forties approached me and placed her hand on my face in a calming manner and said, "You will do well tonight.  You have nice body and I will enjoy performing your autopsy for these paying guests."

My mind raced as I knew that autopsies were performed on the dead.  It all came to me now.  I was to be autopsied alive.  I tried to scream and struggle.  Someone from the audience yelled out, "I guess she told him."

This sadistic bitch placed some smelling salts by my head and said, "No one will pay to see you sleep.  Scream out as your flesh is cut and you see your organs removed. Give them a show."

I notice there was a camera overhead like in one of those cooking shows. and a monitor was placed so I could see the view.  This would be recorded for later sales.  The bitch was ready and picked up a scalpel. I could only wince as she deliberately and firmly placed the blade just above my cock and pushed it into my gut.  The blade was so sharp that I barely felt it enter my body.  That all ended when she began to draw it up my midsection in a long steady movement. 

Everything went black as I screamed with the burning pain of non anesthetic surgery.  When I came to with the smelling salts, the pain was excruciating.  I looked at the monitor to see a long red bleeding line from my bladder to my sternum.  I was in a haze as she then made four side cuts to make the traditional flaps.  Again, I screamed  and struggled madly from the horrible pain of this torture.  My guts were on fire and I wailed in pain.

She pulled the flaps of my abdomen to the side revealing my organs.  I looked at the monitor and could not believe I was laid open for these perverts to see.  The blood oozed over the sides of the table and dripped on the floor.  My body began to shake uncontrollably as she placed her hand into my body and pulled out part of my intestines.  She placed the bloody strand to the side and it fell to the floor.  All thirty feet followed it out of my body like a slinky going down some stairs.  Darkness came upon me again.

I awoke to see the women who had stroked my cock earlier.  She was holding a scalpel herself and looked over at the bitch.  I was barely lucid as they nodded and this sweet looking young woman grabbed my cock firmly and began slicing around the base.  My screaming did not phase her at all as I thrust my hips from side to side to stop the pain.  My cock came free and she held it like a prize.  She waived it over my face and said, "You don't need this anymore."

Without a cock, I am not a man.  I begged to be put out of my misery now. 

"Kill me", I said, over and over again. 

"There is more", the bitch said.

She began to pull out my organs one at a time and show them to the crowd.  I took a silent inventory as all but my lungs and heard were removed to reveal a gaping hole in my body.  She the grabbed my scrotum and made a slice in the sac.  As my balls fell out she clipped them off and placed them on a silver tray.

I could not believe what she did next through my haze and waves of unbearable pain.  She closed my flaps and began to staple me shut as if a surgery was over.  One by one she used the skin stapler to close my huge incision.  I didn't feel it at all as the staple gun clicked piercing my skin.  In a few minutes, I was closed.  I looked down and it was as if I'd never been opened up.  She then used a device to cauterize my genital area.  I felt faint as she then began to unfasten my restraints one at a time.  After they were all open, I was helped up and actually sat up facing the perverted fucks who paid to see this.  What next, I could only imagine.  I knew I could not live long like this and I was barely able to see as my body was in shock. 

I was given given an injection since a drink would only spill into my empty gut.  I suddenly lost my haze and the pain lessened to almost imperceptible.  I stood up naked and in awe at my condition. I was walked around the room for all to see a close hand view of a dead man.  They all smiled at me.  When I saw my cock still in the woman's hand, I almost cried aloud.  I could feel the pangs of arousal looking at it.  After everyone had seen my ravaged body, I noticed a contraption being rolled out.  It was a six foot tall iron pole about 2 inches thick and pointed on the end.  There was a large heavy base at the bottom. They next pulled a sling down from the high ceiling.  A man was holding a rope that went through a pulley mechanism that held the sling.  

I was walked over to the sling and they helped me strap in under my arms.  I was too dazed and still in shock to understand these events until the man holding the rope pulled down on it and I was raised high over the pole and positioned above the tip.  Two other men held my feet.  I suddenly realized I was to be impaled.  I would die on this pole.  I tried to kick as I was lowered so that the sharp tip pushed against my anus.  I was slowly lowered again and the pain of the pole tearing apart my rectum was unbearable.  The pole had been greased and it was now well into my empty gut.  They were careful as they guided my body on down to not pierce my heart.  They moved my upper body to the left as the pole went between my lungs.  I felt something deep in my throat realizing in horror that it was the pole pushing up into my mouth.  I choked and they pulled my head back.  I was closer to my death now.  Even as the pole pushed out of my mouth and the rope was released, my body slowly slid down so that my feet now touched the ground and I tried to stand.  I was amazed that I was still breathing through my nose.  As my body writhed and shook, the pole would only stand it's ground and I would slide further down it's length. 

I tried to stand, but I was weak and dazed.  I suddenly fell to my knees with two feet of steel sticking out of my mouth.  I continued to breath slowly.  I watched as everyone got up out of there chairs and came over to look at this helpless dying hunk of flesh.  Only my eyes and lungs were working.  My body was limp.  I tried to reach up to pull on the pole, but it was now coated with blood and grease and my arms weakened. 

"Please god, let me die", was all I could think.  I was in misery.

As I remained there, limp and about to die, I heard the gray haired man say, "The next victim is now ready." 

A door opened and a naked woman was walked out with a black hood over her head.  She was screaming as they held her and as she stood there in front of me, they removed her hood.  With my last blood curdling breath, I tried to stand and my eyes were wide open.  The woman shrieked and looked at me in shear horror.  It was my wife.