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This is a follow-on to "Karla's Fantasies".  Karla is a young woman
who fantasies about her own rape and death.  She role plays with her
lover where she pretends to be a dainty 8 year-old girl named
Rebecca.  If you're bothered by this or don't like reading stories
about violent, violent rape, then please continue to the next story.
But if you enjoy it I would love to hear from you.  I appreciate
feedback from my readers: ceres39@gmail.com

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Karla's Rape

Viktor opened the small cardboard box the delivery driver had left at
the doorstep.  The contents could've been any mundane made in China
product bought through an online store.  This was something
different.  A small vial.

"It's here."

Karla took the vial from his hand.  She read the tiny print.  It was
mostly scientific gibberish, but she couldn't help but notice all of
the warnings printed on it.

"And you're sure it's safe?"

Viktor nodded.  He couldn't believe that not only was he able to get
his hands on it, but that it existed at all.  He had recently watched
a movie where the protagonist injected a neurotoxin into the man who
murdered his family.  This caused the murderer to become completely
paralyzed.  However his autonomic nervous system, that is heart,
lungs, sexual arousal, continued to function as did sensations of
pain.  He chalked it up to imaginative Hollywood writers.  He told
Karla about it and it became her mission in life to identify it.  She
did.  Viktor made some discreet phone calls and was able to purchase a
small vial of the substance.  The dosing was a little more critical
than the movie implied.  Too little and the recipient would twitch
involuntarily.  Too much and the recipient would die.

"It's safe.  But why are you worried, I thought you wanted to die this
way?"

Karla wrapped her arms around Viktor's neck.  "I know it's very
bourgeois and all, but you've given me the will to live a few more
years.  But I still do not want to turn 30."

Karla was 20.  She had been living with Viktor in his home in rural
Maine for about a year.  He was the spoiled son of wealthy Boston
communists, something he always found ironic.  Karla was an
intelligent and curious young woman who had long fantasized about rape
and death.  Specifically her rape and death.  She had gotten pregnant
so Viktor could abort the baby so she could feel her baby's fear and
agony through the umbilical cord.  The experience simply wasn't
intense enough for her.  She needed more.  She concocted a role play
where the neurotoxin played a crucial role.

"Tomorrow?" Viktor asked.

She held her hands to her breasts and said, "It's actually a very good
time.  Tomorrow."

Karla woke up very early to prepare.  Before bed Viktor had shaved her
twat with a straight razor.  She was as smooth down there as the day
she was born.  She shaved again in the shower with a regular razor
just to get any stubble that had grown during the night.  She dried
off and then braided her hair into two pigtails.  She looked at
herself in the mirror.  She wished there was some cream to temporarily
reduce the size of her breasts.  Hers were on the small side and she
was in the part of her monthly cycle when her breast tissue was thin,
so they looked even smaller.  But they were there.  She turned and
looked at herself in the full-length mirror on the door.  She tried to
mash her breasts down so they were flat.  Her shaved womanhood, the
pigtails, her flat chest.  She could possibly pass for a pre-pubescent
girl, which was the idea.  She put on panties with a picture of Holly
Hobbie, something she picked up along with the flowery dress she put
on.  The look was nauseating.  She had worn only black for nearly a
decade.  She now looked like some yuppie girl from Basking Ridge named
Addison.  She had skipped a bra because not too many 8 year-old girls
wore them.  She put on her lace socks and cute shoes and admired the
entire ensemble in the mirror.

"I hope somebody shoots me", she thought as she pretended to gag
herself with her index finger.

She grabbed a pink backpack that she had packed up last night.  It was
still dark out.  She slipped out of the house and walked into the
apple orchard towards the creek.  Viktor lived on several acres and
his property contained a small graveyard, apple orchards, and various
other accoutrements.  Next to the creek amongst the apple trees sat a
small stone building.  Viktor had no idea what it was, but Karla had
figured it was a place for the orchard workers to rest and stay dry
during the frequent heavy downpours.  There was a dense fog, but she
had walked to this building many times before and had no trouble
finding it.

Karla was very active in drama in high school.  She figured out early
the importance of putting herself in character.  From the moment she
left the house she was an 8 year-old girl named Rebecca Thompson.
Everything she did and thought would be done as this young girl.
During her walk she imagined herself young again.  She reflected on
her new young life.  She loved her parents.  She loved her baby
sister, Kati.  She loved reading and art class and didn't enjoy math
or PE so much.  She entered the building and turned on the light.
There was a small table and a two chairs along with the rusted remains
of a cot.  She sat down and unpacked her pink backpack.  First she ate
breakfast.  She had two Fruit Roll-Ups, one for breakfast, the other
for lunch.  She ate the strawberry one as it was her favorite.  Next
she found her small container of Cheerios.  She was slightly lactose
intolerant and usually ate her cereal dry.  Her mom had packed her
Swiss rolls for dessert after lunch.  Mom wasn't around, so she ate
one, saving the other for after lunch.  She had two grape juice boxes
and washed everything down with one of them.

Next was her math assignment.  Karla had picked up some third-grade
textbooks at a city garage sale knowing she would need them.  As
Rebecca, she pulled out the book and let it drop on the table.  She
hated math!  She found a sheet of paper and a pencil.  She dutifully
flipped to page 83 and worked all 14 problems.

Light was breaking.  She had brought a working clock to the building
earlier in the week and saw it was about 6:45.  She would leave the
building at 7 to walk to school.  She had found a shortcut through a
spooky looking apple orchard.  She loved walking along the creek,
tossing rocks into it as she munched on a juicy apple she picked all
by herself.  She packed up her backpack and precisely at 7 exited and
walked towards the main road that ran in front of Viktor's house.  She
picked an apple and stuffed it into her backpack.  She picked another
and took a huge bite out of it.  She let the juice run down her face
and wiped it off with her sleeve.

There was a small wall, or remnants of a wall, that stuck out of the
ground about a foot.  She walked along it delicately keeping her
balance while taking bites of the apple.  She imagined there was a sea
creature in the creek and she needed to study it.  But in order to
study it she had to be very quiet and stay on the wall.

"What are you doing?!" a voice boomed

Rebecca was startled.  She saw a man, a creepy looking man, striding
towards her.  It was, of course, Viktor, but poor little Rebecca, the
third-grader walking to school on this foggy morning didn't know him.
She screamed, dropped the apple, and ran.  Viktor caught her and put
his gloved hand over her mouth muffling her screams.

"Have you been picking my apples?"

She squirmed and tried to get loose.

"I'm about to lose my farm because someone keeps stealing all my
apples.  So you're the one doing it?"

Rebecca continued to squirm.  She kicked Viktor aiming for his groin,
but only managed to kick his shin.

"Why you little bitch!"

With that Viktor picked her up.  Rebecca tried to free herself, but he
held her too tightly.  He held her similar to how Rebecca held her
newborn baby sister, except he covered her mouth with his left hand
and wrapped his right arm around her body pinning her arms down.  She
tried to bite his hand, but he wore thick leather gloves.  He carried
the frightened girl back to the house.  He struggled to open the door
and keep the girl subdued.  Once inside her threw her to the floor and
locked the deadbolt.  She was on the floor crying and doing a crab
walk with her hands and feet trying to get away from him.  But there
was nowhere for her to go.

"Please don't hurt me.  My daddy will pay you for the apples."

"Oh dear girl.  Your daddy doesn't have what I want."

"He's rich.  He's a doctor.  He'll buy you a whole bag of apples.  I
promise.  Please let me go home."

Viktor grabbed a pigtail and yanked the girl to her feet.  In doing so
her backpack fell to the ground.  During the struggle the pack had
worked its way open and a shiny apple rolled out.

"Oh, so you can't just take one can you, you greedy bitch?"

He yanked at her pigtail and proceeded to the bedroom.  She howled in
protest and tried to claw his arm.  He was still wearing a thick
jacket so her nails did nothing.  He flung her onto the bed.

"You are going to pay me back for those apples you stole."

Rebecca screamed as he grabbed the neck of her dress and ripped it
open.  What was he doing to her?  He stuck his hand into the front of
her panties and rubbed her girl bottom.

"Oh, you're so soft.  So smooth.  I'm going to enjoy you."

Rebecca kicked and tried to get away.  Viktor swung his arm up ready
to backhand her face.  She stopped moving and braced for the slap that
never came.

"I will fucking kill you if I have to, do you understand?"

He resumed fondling her.  Of course she wasn't Rebecca, the child rape
victim.  She was Karla, the adult woman with the rape fantasy.  Even
though she had completely convinced herself she was poor scared
Rebecca, her female anatomy was in overdrive.

"Oh, you're already so wet.  Do you get this wet when your daddy fucks
you?"

Rebecca said nothing.  Viktor removed his hand and held it under her
nose.

"Smell that?  That tells me you want to be fucked!"

Would an 8 year-old know what that meant?  Duh, of course she would.
So she had to act accordingly.  Rebecca lunged for Viktor's face
scratching.  He gave a quick yelp and then backhanded her and slapped
her again on the other side upon returning his hand to the original
position.  She could see blood and a scratch under his left eye.
Karla knew an 8 year-old would be terrified, but she enjoyed the pain
so she went for his face again which earned her two more hard slaps.
With the backhand she saw stars.  Viktor pulled her panties down, but
only partly down her thighs.  He held her wrists together with one
hand and used the partial weight of his body to pin her down while he
unfastened his pants just enough to let his dick out.  He then trusted
into Rebecca.  She yelled.  He noticed she wasn't spread enough and
all he did was slam his rod hard into her vulva.  He put weight on her
right thigh and pulled her left away to the sound of fabric ripping.
He then plunged into her.  Rebecca thought hard about her mommy and
daddy and baby sister, Kati.  The thought of these three imaginary
people was enough to bring her fully back into character and she
started sobbing.  She would periodically try to push Viktor off of
her, but it was futile.  Viktor came into the sobbing girl.

He climbed off her.  She curled up and sobbed uncontrollably.  Viktor
noticed the right side of her face was swollen and purple.  Karla had
made him swear he would not break character under any circumstances.
The agreement was she would get to slam his scrotum with the heel of
her shoe if he did.  They had only agreed on two points.  He would
abduct her from the apple orchard and he would "kill" her using the
toxin.  Everything else was being ad libbed.  And there was a third
point.  There was no safe word.  There was nothing either could do to
stop the action once it started.

Viktor quickly snapped back into character and returned his attention
to Rebecca.

"Okay you little bitch, since you stole two apples I'm going to teach
you two lessons!"

He forced the girl onto her front and bent her right arm back behind
her back, the same way the bullies used to do to him in middle
school.  He removed the torn remains of her panties and then impaled
her anus.  She let out with a shriek.  He whispered in her ear.

"I'll bet your daddy's never fucked you there, has he?"

Through the sobs she said, "That hurts so much!"

"Yeah, and since I've already gushed once that means this one is going
to take a long, long time to happen."

He pounded her as hard as he could.  At first he felt like he could've
gone all morning, but his next orgasm came out of nowhere ending the
anal torture.  He stood up and refasten his pants.  He grabbed
Rebecca's pigtail and forced her down into his dungeon.  He shoved her
in front of the large chair and ordered her to climb in it.  It was a
creepy looking, uncomfortable chair that he designed to give himself
easy access to a woman's pussy, ass, and breasts.  He also used it as
a gynecological exam chair and it was here where he performed the
abortion on Karla months earlier.

Rebecca stood there in her tattered dress heaving heavy sobs as she
voluntarily climbed into the chair.  Viktor noticed a little blood
around the opening of her ass.  He loved the sight of blood and
quickly became aroused again.  He strapped the girl into the chair
binding her arms and legs.  He picked up a large, sharp knife.  He
studied the blade and was aware of Rebecca's horror.  He held it up to
her face.  He then gently let the blade glide down her front until it
disappeared under her dress against her pussy.  She felt the tip of
the cold blade against the opening to her vagina.  He pretended to
lunge forward.  She instinctively screamed, but no pain came.  Viktor
laughed and then proceeded to cut the remains of her dress off.  He
left the naked, cold, sobbing girl strapped to the table and walked
back upstairs.

Karla relaxed in the torture chair.  Her struggle wasn't so much with
the pain.  With every pounding beat of her heart she felt throbs on
her face and in her ass and she loved it.  In fact she wished it hurt
more.  All she wanted to do was work one hand free to she could
masturbate.  She tried pulling her thighs together and rocking her ass
back and forth trying to generate enough friction on her clit to
trigger it.  But she was simply spread too wide.  She heard the shower
turn on.  Viktor generally didn't like anal sex because of the shitty
mess it made.  It took her by surprise that he assaulted her like
that.  She thought back on the whole scene.  She fast forwarded to the
knife against her pussy.  She fantasized what it would feel like to
have the knife shoved into her cunt.  Oh, the pain!

The shower shut off and she had to get back into character.  She went
back to what worked before, thinking about the family she didn't
actually have.  She imagined the school calling asking why Rebecca was
absent.  Her mother insisted she left for school.  Kati wondering
where her sissy had gone.  By the time Viktor reappeared she was
sobbing again.

"I'm cold."

Viktor ignored her.  He held in one hand her backpack and in the other
the apple she had stolen.  Viktor slowly went through the backpack.  A
math book.  Some papers.  A photo?

"Who is this?"

She started sobbing.  Karla spent an hour on Flickr looking for a
photo of her imaginary parents and baby sister.  Viktor was holding it
in front of her face.  He moved a lamp next to her and taped the
picture to the post so she could see it.

"Is that your family?"

She nodded agreement.

"What's your sister's name?"

"Kati."

Viktor nodded.  "I think I'll fuck her next."

"Oh God, please don't!  Don't hurt Kati."

Viktor picked up the math book again and slapped the spine into her
perineum, the fleshy part between her vagina and asshole.  It really
hurt.

"Fine.  I won't hurt Kati.  But instead I'm going to hurt you twice as
much."

He dropped the book and walked over beside her.  He grabbed both
breasts.  She yelled.

"How old are you?"

"8."

"And you already have tits?"

She shrugged.

"Why weren't you wearing a bra?"

She shrugged again.

"Have you gotten your period?"

"No."

He flashed the knife again.

"I think I can make your pussy bleed."

"Please just let me go."

"No.  I'm having fun with you."

"Please, I won't tell anyone."

Viktor took the knife and made a cut just inside her vagina.  She
cried out.  He ran his finger inside her, collecting a little bit of
blood.  He showed it to her.

"It's not a real period of course, but it'll do for now."

She looked at the picture of her "family" and started sobbing again.
She imagined the warm embrace of her two loving parents, protecting
her from this evil.

The light in the dungeon was dim, so Rebecca didn't even notice all
Viktor was wearing only a black bathrobe.  He removed it and then
inserted himself into her vagina.  She had dried up while lying spread
eagle in the cold room.  That combined with the wound he inflicted
caused her to scream in agony.  She wasn't acting, it truly did hurt.
She was briefly relieved when he stopped, but he rammed his dick into
her sore ass again.  This hurt worse.  He came again.  It hurt more
when he removed himself than went he went in.  The tears she was
shedding were real.  The imaginary Rebecca was in the middle of a
living hell while Karla was enjoying her ultimate fantasy.

Viktor hit her in the same place with the spine of the book sending
shock waves of pain deep into her abdomen.  He hit her two more times
and then rubbed the area.

"You have some nice bruising.  It matches that pretty one under your
eye."

Rebecca lied in the chair crying.  Her entire crotch from stem to
stern was pulsating with intense pain, so much so she forgot about her
black eye.  She was shivering in the cold room.  She could feel her
nipples turn rock hard from the temperature.

Viktor disappeared again, but he didn't go upstairs.  Rebecca had no
way to keep track of time and wondered what her tormenter was up to.
He returned with his bathrobe securely fastened.

"What's your name?"

"Rebecca."

"Rebecca, I'm going to let you go."

"Really?"

"Yeah, I'm going to unfasten these straps and you can just walk out
the front door."

"Thank you."

Viktor paused and then slapped his head like he just remembered
something.  "Oh wait, I am going to unstrap you, but you won't be able
to walk anywhere."

She gave him a puzzled look.

He held up a syringe and said, "Because you'll be dead."

Her heart start pounding faster.

"No.  Don't kill me.  I'm sorry.  I'm sorry I picked your apples.  I
promise I won't walk through there any more."

Viktor set the syringe down and removed the photo of Rebecca's
family.  He rolled it up until it resembled a cigarette.  He reached
around and shoved it into her ass.  Her rectum hurt so much that she
really didn't feel it go in.  But she felt separated from her family
now and began sobbing again.

"I'm sorry, but if I let you go you'll be a witness.  Dead girls don't
talk."

He kissed her on the lips.  She tried to spit as if to cleanse her
lips of him.  But her mouth was too dry.

Viktor picked up the needle again.  He found a vein in her arm and
injected the neurotoxin.  This of course wouldn't kill her.  It would
wear off in a few hours with no side-effects.  But in a matter of
seconds she looked dead.  She was completely still except for her
shallow breathing.  She wasn't even blinking.  He heard a noise and
smelled something awful.  She had lost control of her bladder and
bowels.  He hadn't planned on that.  Luckily everything fell into a
pan attached to the chair.  He cleaned her up and tossed the pan into
a trash bag.

He returned his attention to Rebecca/Karla.  He checked her pulse.  It
was good and strong.  She was still breathing.  He knew she could
still hear, see, taste, smell, and feel.  But as far as he was
concerned she was dead.  That was part of the fantasy, when people
died they continued to see, feel, and hear.  Imagine the horrors of an
autopsy.  He picked up the apple.

"I really don't like little girls stealing my apples."  He held up the
apple before her tearing eyes.  Since she couldn't blink her tear
ducts were over compensating.

He forced the apple into her vagina, the stem side down so it would
drag across her wound.  He could see her heart pounding in her chest
and her breathing became more rapid.

"Does that hurt?  Yeah, I imagine it does."  He kissed her forehead
and said, "You just relax and think about what you did.  I'll be back
later."

Through the blur of years she saw Viktor walk off again.  She was
supposed to be dead, why had he showed her the apple?  She wasn't
complaining because she was in so much pain.  Juice from the apple
must have been leeching through the skin because it stung and burned
her twat wound with all the intensity of a match.  And having
something as large as an apple shoved inside her was quite
uncomfortable and painful.  She didn't mean to shit, but it just came
out.  Her eyes were slowly closing.  She pondered that for a minute.
Perhaps as the eye relaxed the lid closed and it took effort to open
them.  She was glad they were closing because her eyes were starting
to burn.  But not as much as her cunt.  Soon the room faded to black.
She was cold.  She could hear everything so clearly.  Where had Viktor
gone?  She felt as if she had been buried alive maintaining all of her
senses but unable to move a muscle.  She tried to move her eyes.  Her
fingertip.  A toe.  Nothing responded.

She thought she heard someone.  She was mentally focusing her hearing
trying to determine the source.  This was quickly interrupted by a
sharp, burning pain across her pussy.  Viktor was back with a whip.
He hit her a dozen times never relenting, each slash harder than the
last.  Karla couldn't believe how much it hurt.  Unable to scream she
couldn't dilute the pain vocally.  She couldn't flinch or tighten up
her muscles in the area.  She started cramping because of the whips
and the apple.

No sooner had the hitting stopped that she felt a sharp pain in her
left nipple and then her right.  He had attached some sort of clamp to
both.  She so much needed to let out a scream, but couldn't, which
made it hurt all the more.

She could tell Viktor had moved back between her legs.  She mentally
prepared for a clamp or another spanking.  Instead she felt his mouth
on her pussy.  He bit down with a crunch that she felt more than
heard.  He was eating the apple.  Now with the skin broken, the juices
from the apple leaked out into her wound causing even more intense
stinging.  She heard a soft shaking sound and the pain amplified.  She
remembered he liked to pour salt on his apples.  Now she had that in
the mix.  Viktor kept biting at the apple and adding salt, the fresh
juices and brine adding to the pain and dripping deeper into her.
Viktor could see her pulse in her femoral artery.  Her heart was
beating hard and fast.  She was in pain.  But the role play said she
was dead and he was playing with a corpse.  He continued munching on
the apple, turning it with his fingers.  Finally it popped out of
her.  She heard it hit the floor.  The pressure was gone, but the
stinging continued.  She then noticed she was dribbling, urine leaked
out of her, dripping across her inflamed lips and burning her cunt
wound even more.

The chair jarred and she felt herself being tilted back.  Way back.
She couldn't remember if he had removed the straps.  Obviously he
hadn't since she didn't go anywhere.  She was now slanted downhill,
her head below the rest of her body.  She felt something warm and
salty pressed against her mouth.  Viktor's penis.  He rhythmically
went in and out holding her mouth closed.  His scrotum mostly covered
her nose making it difficult to breathe.  She worried he would cum and
she wouldn't be able to swallow.  But in the moment she was more
concerned with just getting oxygen in through her nose.  The incline
made her black eye hurt as blood rushed to her head.  She felt his
juice spray into mouth.  She breathed carefully through her nose as
not to aspirate any of his gunk.  He removed himself.  She could feel
his seed pooling in the back of her throat.  He grabbed her head and
turned it so gravity, eventually, allowed the goo to escape.  She
could still feel and taste the remnant, but no longer fearing
breathing it into her lungs.

Viktor moved the chair back into the upright position.  While she was
inverted her eyelids opened slightly.  Her vision was blurry, unable
to focus on anything.  He started unbuckling her which caused her to
fall over.  She just knew she was going to hit the floor, but Viktor
was prepared for her dead weight.  He carried her limp, lifeless body
upstairs and into their bedroom.  It was much warmer in the house
proper.  He laid her on the bed.  She flopped like a rag doll.  He
moved pillows around so they propped up her body.  He stood back to
admire his work.

"Don't you look cute."  He played with her braid.  "I'm sorry I had to
kill you.  But we can still have fun together.  I want to clean you up
a little first.  I'll be right back."

With that he disappeared into the bathroom.  She heard cabinet doors
open and close.  Her eyes, which were barely working anyway, closed
shut again.  He left the bedroom and came back in.  Her mind started
playing tricks on her.  Was she asleep?  Dreaming?  She was startled
back into reality when Viktor removed her breast clamps.  She had
gotten used to them and now having them removed made her nipples
throb.

She felt the bed shift to her left and right.  Viktor was lying across
the bed looking at her crotch.  He had laid her on the bed spread
eagle with pillows under her knees.  He poked around.

"You bruised really nicely", he said running his finger along her
perineum.  "I think your ass stopped bleeding.  Your cunt is still
oozing and it's a sticky mess."  He then slapped her pussy and said,
"But we're going to clean you up."

He got off the bed and picked her up again.  She had a mental picture
of the room and knew he had carried her into the bathroom.  He set her
down on the cold tile floor.

"I'd rather do this in the tub, but you might flop around and crack
your skull open.  Not that it would matter with you being dead and
all."  He spun her body around.  From what she could tell her butt was
pressed against the side of the tub, her thighs went up the height of
the tub and her calves and feet dangled on opposite directions.  She
was very uncomfortable.  She felt him insert something first into her
ass and another into her vagina.  She guessed she was about get a
douche and an enema.  What she didn't expect was the contents.  He
dumped freezing cold ice water into her.  She could feel everything
inside her cramp.  He pulled out the tubes.  She tried to expel the
freezing water but couldn't.  Viktor used his index finger pressed
into a soapy washcloth to scrub her ass.  He did the same with her
twat.  The soap stung her wounds which now felt like he had slit her
open with a sword.  He rinsed off the outside of her groin area with
freezing cold water that ran down her body and she was soon lying in a
small puddle of icy water.  He lifted her up, pressing and twisting
her breasts in the process so she was standing, with his help, in the
tub.  The icy water poured out of her.  He lied her back down on the
tile.  He dried her off and then carried her back into the bedroom,
laying her on the bed.

"Don't you feel clean now?"  He kissed her lips.  "I am going to have
so much fun fucking you today."  He slapped the sides of her breasts
playfully and announced he'd be right back.

Karla felt like she needed to shiver, but couldn't.  She was still
damp with ice water and the house no longer felt warm.

She felt the bed shift again as Viktor joined her.  He started eating
her out.  She remembered how much she craved an orgasm before he
"killed" her.  That seemed like ten years ago.  Her cunt still stung.
He moved his tongue all over her clit taking time to stab her wound,
his saliva adding to her misery.  She started to feel aroused.  Yet
she couldn't move.  She felt like the stimulation was happening to
someone else, but she could feel it.  Much to her surprise she
climaxed.  Usually this was accompanied by pelvic thrusts and moans.
She just felt her goods pulsating, the intensity fading with each
throb.

She expected him to climb on top of her and he did.  She slid into her
easily.  She could feel he was wearing his studded cock ring,
something that brought her pain when her pussy was healthy.  It
brought sheer agony.  Viktor could feel her heart pounding through his
own chest.  He stopped mid-stoke and held his hand on her chest.

"You must be enjoying this."

With that he plowed harder into her making sure to press down to make
the most contact with her cut.  His orgasms were getting less intense
and longer to trigger.  Luckily for Karla he was able to fantasize
about fucking her corpse which brought his peak sooner.  He pulled out
scraping his ring one last time across her wound.  He kissed her on
the cheek and whispered "I'll be back."

Karla just lied there sweating profusely from the pain.  She was
flopped into a rather uncomfortable position, her left leg at an odd
angle and her body twisted to the right.  She finally shivered causing
her lower back to spasm.  She lost track of time.  She continually
questioned if she was dreaming or if she was even still alive.  Maybe
he had killed her and this is really what death was like.  Finally she
heard Viktor reenter the room.  By the sounds she could tell he had a
drink.  God, she was so thirsty.  Of course she had no way to let this
be known.  And even if she could, she couldn't swallow and would just
as likely drown.

He picked her up off the bed and carried her back down into the
dungeon.  Her heart raced.  What was next?  She felt the cold, hard
floor across the front of her body.  She tried to imagine where she
was.  There wasn't anything in this corner of the dungeon.  At least
when she was still "alive".  Viktor slid a belt under her belly.  She
imagined it to look like the thick, wide leather belts weight lifters
wear.  She felt straps go around her wrists and ankles.  Her heart
started racing again.  She had no idea what this contraption was.
They came down to the dungeon often, but usually just played in the
torture chair or chained each other to the wall for whipping.  Was
this new?  He grabbed her hair and pulled her head back.  She felt him
slide something under her neck and then he lowered her head back
down.  She felt some tugging and realized her head had been
immobilized.

She didn't expect to be lifted off the ground and mentally gasped when
it happened.  She felt lift at her ankles, wrists, and midsection.
Her legs spread wide open and her arms were out in front of her like
she was Superman flying.  Now in position she felt a sharp burning
pain between her ass cheeks.  It struck again.  She couldn't squeeze
them together.  His whip was making solid contact with the sensitive
skin and her asshole.  She heard him switch instruments unaware of
where she would experience pain next.  It was her right tit that would
enjoy the flailing from a cat 'o nine tails.  Give received five
strokes on each breast, a total of five times.  She felt drool
dripping from her lips and tears and sweat running down her face.

The whipping stopped.  She tried to breath deeply but had no control
over her lungs.  She felt a tug as her arms were lifted higher than
her feet.  Viktor seemed to be positioning her with exacting detail.
What could he have planned?  She figured it out when his penis,
complete with cock ring, got shoved up her ass.  She felt like she was
struggling to breathe.  When would this damn toxin wear off.  She had
forgotten just how much her ass hurt earlier.  Now it was on fire.  He
reached around grabbing both of her breasts and twisted them very
hard.  She thought he was going to tear them off.  He then moved his
down her body.  He shoved all of his fingers from both hands into her
vagina and pulled it apart.  She felt part of her anatomy give as if
she was being torn open even more.  All of this was while he jammed
himself hard into her ass.  Each stoke added to the weight her wrists
and ankles had to bear.  He leaned his body forward causing his dick
to go into an awkward angle in her ass.  His mouth found her left
nipple.  He bit down hard like he was taking the first bite out of a
juicy steak.  Karla was deafened by the internal scream.  She was
absolutely convinced he had bitten her nipple off.  He resumed
twisting and tugged at both her breasts and finally, to Karla's
relief, he came into her rectum.  He pulled out.  Karla felt like she
was trembling.  She couldn't be sure.  Sweat poured off her.  Snot
dripped out of her nose and her tears dropped to the floor.  Viktor
set her back down on the ground, removed her straps, and walked away.

Karla was startled when Viktor flipped her over and picked her back
up.  She decided she had fallen asleep.  She was still sweaty which
made her only colder.  Her twat and ass were pounding and her left
nipple felt like it was swollen the size of an orange.  She could
hardly think straight.  He carried her upstairs but they didn't enter
the bedroom.  She thought he was about to drop her, but realized he
was struggling to open a door.  And another door.  She felt the sun
against her naked body.  He had carried her outside!

He carried her some distance.  She had no idea where they were
headed.  She heard him grunt and he dropped her into something hard.
Her right heel caught the edge of it and it hurt.  He positioned her
limbs so her legs were straight out.  Her arms made an "X" across her
chest with her hands below her shoulders.  "Holy shit!" she thought.
"I'm in a coffin!"  She could smell freshly sawed wood.  There was no
padding in this box and she seemed to be lying on rough plywood.  "No,
no, no, no, no!" she screamed.  But no one could hear.  The warmth
from the sun suddenly disappeared.  Through her eyelids the bright day
had turned to night.  She felt like she couldn't breathe.  She heard
his cordless drill drive in screw after screw.  Her box suddenly
jolted.  She felt it lower.  It went down, down, down, down.  "Oh God,
Viktor, please, don't do this!" she yelled inside her mind.  The first
shovel full of dirt startled her.  The sound of piling dirt grew
softer and softer.  Finally there was no sound.  No light.  "Viktor,
fuck you!" she sobbed internally.

Karla could feel the tears running down her cheeks.  Her hair felt
wet.  She still could not move.  She felt the need to gasp for air,
but couldn't.  Her breathing remained uncontrolled and shallow.
Enough to keep her lucid, but slow enough to make her feel like she
was suffocating.  The weight of her arms across her chest added to the
feeling of suffocation.

"I am such a stupid little slut!" she thought, fresh tears rolling
down her cheek.  "I begged him to do this.  I told him I wanted to be
raped and murdered.  And the asshole goes and does it."  She felt more
pee dribble out of her.  "Great next I'm going to shit again and have
to smell that until I die for real."

Karla drifted off.  She found it more and more difficult to decide if
she was awake or dreaming.  Was she dead or alive?  She remembered her
childhood fantasy.  It was strikingly similar to what Viktor had dealt
out.  She would be walking home from school or from a friend's house.
A man in a van would pull up and grab her.  He'd drive her miles away
from home.  He would rape her.  He'd choke her until she was about to
pass out.  When she came to he'd rape her again.  Finally he would
finish her off by holding her face underwater until she blacked out.
Karla was jerked awake.  She was experiencing an orgasm.  She had been
asleep.  Dreaming.  She again tried to breathe in deeply but
couldn't.  It was like breathing through a coffee stirrer.  Why was
the fantasy of being drowned and having her corpse raped a turn-on but
being buried alive was a horror?  Because she died quickly in her
fantasy.  She faced the reality of lying under a ton of dirt and
slowly dehydrating.  Or suffocating.  She tried to breathe in again.
She still couldn't move.  She cried again.

Karla faded in and out.  She was so thirsty.  She suddenly saw
Viktor.  She tried to reach out to him.  Instead he shocked her hands
and feet.  She sprang up.

"God dammit!"

She had hit her nose on the lid of the coffin.  Her extremities burned
with pins and needles the same way they did when they fell asleep and
began to wake up.  Only the pain was ten times worse and radiated into
her arms and legs.  She clumsily moved her arm.  There wasn't much
room.  It took her a minute but got her hand up to her face.  There
wasn't enough room between her nose and the lid to slide her hand in
between.  She noticed how the sides squeezed her shoulders.  She
worked her hand down to her left nipple.  It hurt but it was still
there.  He hadn't bitten it off.  She worked her hand down to her
pussy.  She was sore.  She couldn't open her legs enough to feel
because the sides of the coffin held them together.

Karla bit her lower lip and cried.

Time marched on.  Karla alternated between sobbing hysterically,
hitting and kicking the sides of the coffin, and softly crying
resigning herself to her cruel fate.  She seemed to have all of her
movement back.  She knew she was alive, but didn't know for how much
longer.  She slept fitfully dreaming either of her fantasy rape as a
young girl or reliving what Viktor had done to her.

The rocking motion woke her up.  She thought she was dreaming.  The
coffin was moving.  She was being pulled up out of her grave.  She was
going to survive!  She felt the coffin swing around and land with a
thud on the ground.  "Oh shit, I'm naked!"  She expected to see a
large crowd of police, paramedics, gawkers, and news media with their
bright spotlights on her.  She heard Viktor's drill removing the
screws.  She tried to shove the lid out of the way herself, but it
wouldn't move.  Finally it fell from view.  All she saw at first was
fog and the dim morning sunlight.  Viktor leaned over her still
holding his drill.

"You fucking son of a bitch!"

She tried to stand, but her legs were wobbly.  Viktor reached for her
arm to steady her.  She slapped him away.

"Don't you ever fucking touch me again."

She steadied her legs and stepped out of the coffin.  She pounded
Viktor's chest with both fists.  "You fucking son of a bitch."  He
wrapped his arms around her.  She stopped hitting and wrapped her arms
around him sobbing.  They embraced for a minute or two, Karla letting
out deep sobs.  She finally let go and wiped her nose.  She suddenly
felt very cold and naked.  She wrapped her arms around herself and
looked around.

"I was buried in the graveyard?"

"Yeah."

She sniffed and wiped her nose again.  "I was surrounded by dead
people?"

"12 of them if the markers are correct."

The two stood in an awkward silence.  Viktor spoke again.

"I tried to give you the experience you wanted.  You've talked so much
about your rape and death fantasy."

Karla breathed deeply.  She could smell the freshly turned dirt of her
own grave.  She suddenly became aware again of all her pains.  Her
black eye pounded.  Her left nipple throbbed.  Everything between her
legs hurt like hell.

"Viktor.  How long was in the grave?"

He did some quickly calculations in his head.  "I lowered you down a
little before noon yesterday.  It's almost seven in the morning now.
What's that?  19 hours?"

"I spent the last 19 hours vowing I would kill you if I got out
alive.  You scared the living, fucking, godforsaken shit out of me.  I
must be a sick fuck because I want you to do it to me again.  But hurt
me twice as much and bury me twice as long."

Viktor smiled.  "Except next time you would know I would dig you up.
I actually thought about letting you stay down there until tomorrow
morning."

"Why didn't you?"

"I was afraid you would be dead by then."

She smiled.  "I still want you to kill me before I turn 30."

"I still have nine years then to plan your murder and figure out how
to get away with it."

Karla let out with a dry cough and a chill overcame her.

"Can we go in now?  I'm dying of thirst and I'm freezing."

They put their arms around one another and walked back to the house.
Just short of the house Karla stopped suddenly and picked at her ass.

"What the hell?"

She pulled out a rolled up piece of paper.  She unrolled it trying not
to touch too much of it as it was covered in shit and cum.  It was the
picture of her "family".

"You shoved this up my ass?"

"I thought it would be too comforting to see your family as you
'died'.  I didn't know where else to hide it."

A few minutes later Karla was wrapped in a blanket drinking her second
Gatorade and nibbling on a cheese danish.  Viktor handed her a hand
mirror.  She looked at her face.

"You really beat the shit out of me."

"Sorry."

"No, this is good.  I've always had the feeling you hold back on me
when we're playing rough."

She admired her shiner and then turned her attention to her left
breast.  She tried to lift it to look at her nipple directly but it
was too sore.  Her nipple, areola, and surrounding breast tissue was
stiff, puffy, and purple.  She examined it in the mirror.

"I'm sorry, I got carried away towards the end.  Mentally I imagined
you really being dead and went crazy."

"I didn't like it while you were doing it, but now I love it!  I hope
you realize now you can push the limits with me."

She set her plate and Gatorade bottle down and looked at her pussy in
the mirror.  She was very stiff and sore and it was hard to open her
legs very wide.

"What the fuck did you do to me?"

Her perineum was swollen and a deep shade of purple.  Her inner pussy
lips were swollen and there was crusted blood all around the bottom of
her vaginal opening.  She lightly touched it and the pain was sharp
and sudden.  She looked further down and saw her asshole wasn't in any
better shape.

She smiled and added, "You do beautiful work."

She set the mirror down next to her plate.

"I had an orgasm in the coffin."

"You couldn't leave it alone could you?"

"No, you dumbass!"  She tossed a pillow at him.  "I was dreaming.  At
least I think I was.  It was the usual.  I had been raped several
times and he was finishing me off.  He was holding my head in the
murky, muddy water.  All I could taste was brackish water and dirt."
She sighed.  "God, I'm getting myself turned on again."

"I could take you to the creek and drown you."

"Maybe you could do it until I blacked out.  I want to die another
way.  I just haven't decided.  Plus with our luck the state police
would be on patrol."

"That creek is on private property."

"You never know."

Karla took in another life giving breath and then scooted down and
painfully opened her legs.

"Take off your clothes and fuck me."

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