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The Dungeon Master
Chapter Four: Amy Adams & Alexis Bledel

Most of the crowd around me could do nothing more than stare,
wide-eyed and stunned, at the vision of Emma Watson's mutilated
corpse hanging for all to see.  Her legs were sliced off just
below the knee, her right arm ended at the stump of her wrist
where I had cut off her hand, and her severed head swung by her
hair which I had tied around her left wrist.  That face of hers,
that perfect, angelic little face, was stuck in a silent scream.
She had been screaming louder than I would have thought possible
when the guillotine blade had come crashing down on her neck,
instantly and perfectly separating her head from the rest of her
body.  This was all about eight hours ago.  I had fallen asleep
after experiencing the most unbelievable, mind-blowing orgasm of
my life while raping Emma's tight teenage ass (this after
two-and-a-half solid hours of hardcore fucking), with my 12-inch
cock still buried to the hilt inside of her when I awoke hours
later.  Whatever was to come in the future, whatever was to
happen with my other rape victims, however much I would enjoy
fucking the shit out of and gruesomely killing each and every one
of them, I had no doubt that none would be more satisfying than
Emma Watson.  She may tie with a few others, but it was clear
that no one would be better.

I, meanwhile, was well-rested and energized after my long sleep,
and that meant I was ready for more.  More pussy, more ass, more
torture, pretty much more of everything.  What can I say?  I have
a healthy appetite.  And speaking of appetites, it suddenly
occurred to me that I was very hungry.  Not like hungry for blood
and pussy, just hungry.  Starving, in fact.  Luckily, the timing
worked out so that my next victim would help me with that little
problem.  If that sounds confusing, just keep reading; it will
all make sense.

I casually made my way over to cell 14, where I had already
stopped a while back to taunt and threaten Jessica Alba and
Vanessa Hudgens, but neither of them was next on my list.  No,
the bitch I was going for is slightly lesser known that either of
those two, at least in media circles, but just as hot and
definitely more talented.  I knew after seeing her in numerous
projects that I had to have her.  She has a real talent for
crying and looks just adorable when she does, so I couldn't wait
to see what she looked like after I got my hands on her.  The
first time I ever saw her was in a film called Catch Me If You
Can, and she was cute, but she was wearing braces for most of her
part and they made her look ridiculous.  As I saw her in other
things, however, from a guest spot on Charmed to a recurring role
in The Office to, most recently, starring in a cute little film
called Enchanted, I became more and more obsessed and realized I
had to have her.  I had to fuck her.  I had to taste her.

I opened the door to the cell with my thumb, as usual, but to my
surprise, one of the residents of the cell, Alexis Bledel, rushed
past me and attempted to flee.  I have to admit, she caught me
off-guard, but only for a second.  Before she had even made it
two steps past me, I shot my hand out and grabbed a solid handful
of her black hair, bringing her to a screeching and screaming
halt.

"NOOOOOO! No let me go, you fucker!  Let me the fuck out of here,
I'm not gonna die here!"

"Where the fuck do you think you're going, you little cunt?" I
asked her.  I still had her hair in my hand, and I pulled her
face up so that it was mere centimeters from my own.  "You think
you can just walk out of here?  You think you have any way to
escape this place?  You're not going anywhere, you hear me, you
little bitch?  You're here until you fucking die!"

"No!  No you will NOT put me back in that cell!  You will NOT!"

"Really?  Are you sure you don't want to go back in the cell?"

"YES, YOU ASSHOLE!  YOU WILL NOT PUT ME BACK IN THERE!"

"Okay, then.  If you insist, I'll just move you up on the list
and take you out right now.  Too bad for you, you were actually
pretty low down on my list.  You could have lived for another
several days!"  Alexis' eyes grew wide in shock as she realized
that, not only would she be coming with me, but she had
effectively signed her own death warrant.

"NO!  NO NEVER MIND!  PUT ME BACK, PUT ME BACK IN!  PLEASE DON'T
TAKE ME WITH YOU!  I HEARD EMMA WITH YOU, I CAN'T DIE LIKE THAT
PLEASE!"

"OH, SO NOW IT'S 'PLEASE,' IS IT?  NOW YOU WANT TO BE POLITE? 
FUCK YOU, WHORE!  FUCK THE VERY AIR YOU BREATHE!  YOU WANT TO TRY
AND ESCAPE AND TALK TO ME LIKE THAT?  YOU FUCKING PAY!  DON'T
BOTHER BEGGING, BITCH, YOU'RE COMING WITH US!"  I screamed right
into her face.  I was so angry and aggressive that spit was
flying from my mouth and landing on her face.  She continued to
scream and wail as I pulled her roughly back into the cell to
grab what was meant to be my victim in the first place.  It
occurred to me that I was a little surprised none of the other
residents of cell 14 had tried to run while I was occupied with
Alexis.  Perhaps when they saw her failure and the consequences
of her attempted escape and clear insubordination towards me,
they thought better of the idea.  Regardless, it was great for
me, because it meant that my original next rape pig was there
waiting for me.

Amy Adams was holding hands with Jessica Alba, as far from me as
possible within the small confines of the cell.  When she saw
that I was heading her way, her survival instinct kicked in and
she panicked.  The first thing she did was release her hand from
Jessica's and shove her forward into me.

"NO!  NO PLEASE DON'T TAKE ME!  TAKE HER, TAKE JESSICA!  TAKE
ANYONE ELSE HERE, JUST PLEASE DON'T TAKE ME!"  The look on
Jessica's face was what really made the whole little exchange so
priceless.  The shock and hurt in her eyes was breathtaking.  She
could only stare in stunned silence at Amy while she continued to
sell out her cell mate.  I grabbed Amy's wrist and began pulling
her away, when she suddenly had another quick change of heart
regarding Jessica.

"NO PLEASE PLEASE DON'T TAKE ME WITH YOU!  JESSICA, HELP!  PLEASE
HELP ME OH GOD DON'T LET HIM TAKE ME AWAY!"  Amy was reaching out
to take hold of Jessica's hand again, but Jessica, slowly, as if
in a stunned trance, pulled her hand away and turned her naked
back on Amy.  When she saw this, Amy tried a different approach.
"STOP, NO!  NO YOU ALREADY HAVE ALEXIS, WHAT DO YOU NEED ME FOR?
JUST, JUST TAKE ALEXIS AND DO WHAT YOU WANT WITH HER!  RAPE HER,
KILL HER, CUT HER UP!  I DON'T CARE WHAT YOU DO TO HER, JUST
PLEASE DON'T TAKE ME TOO!"  They were turning on each other
already, and we had only just begun the process.  I mean, I still
have well over 100 bitches to go!  It was beautiful.

"You know what, you little fuckrag?  You're one selfish bitch. 
How do you live with yourse--"  My condescending words to Amy
were suddenly cut off, however, as Alexis reached across my body
and grabbed Amy by the throat with both hands, a wild yell
escaping her mouth and a purely feral look in her eyes.

"YOU BITCH!  YOU FUCKING BITCH WHO THE FUCK DO YOU THINK YOU ARE?
 THIS IS MY LIFE DO YOU UNDERSTAND?  YOU DON'T GET TO TELL HIM
THAT!  YOU DON'T YOU DON'T YOU DON'T!"  I swear to God, Alexis
was like a wild animal.  She was definitely feisty; I couldn't
wait to get her in the sack.  Amy, meanwhile, was feeling the
life being choked out of her, so she fought back and went after
Alexis.  I let them go at it for a while.  As we all know, there
is very little that is more of a turn on than a good
old-fashioned catfight.  Alexis was throwing punches at Amy's
face, Amy had her thumb gouging into Alexis' eye, hair and claws
were flying everywhere.  Jessica actually ran in and tried to
break them up, but her efforts cost her.

"STOP! STOP BOTH OF YOU WE CAN'T TURN ON EACH OTHER, THAT'S JUST
WHAT HE WANTS!  UUUUGHHHH!"  Jessica reward for her valiant
effort was a punch in the jaw from Alexis and a kick to the
stomach from Amy, both at the exact same time, and she went down
in a heap, gasping for breath and holding her face.  At this
point, my cock was back at full mast from watching the sexy show
before me, so I decided it was time to get moving.  I was still
holding both of them, Alexis by her hair and Amy by her wrist,
while they continued to scratch and claw at each other across me,
and I led them both out of the cell.  I had to let go of Alexis
for just a moment in order to thumb the door closed, and in that
moment, she dove across my body and tackled Amy to the ground. 
By the time I was able to bend down and separate them, Amy's head
was being slammed into the hard stone floor and Alexis' lower lip
had been split where Amy had landed a good punch.  They continued
to fight and scream at each other as I pulled them across the
common area toward the main hallway.

"FUCK YOU, BITCH!"

"NO, FUCK YOU, I'M GONNA FUCKING KILL YOU!"

"WHORE!"

"CUNT!"

"TAKE THIS!  AND THIS!  AND THAT!"

"OW!  FUCKING ASSHOLE, LET ME GO!  I'M GONNA RIP HER FUCKING HEAD
OFF!"

"NO!  THAT'S MY JOB, YOU WORTHLESS LITTLE SLUT!  BOTH OF YOU STOP
AND CALM THE FUCK DOWN!"  That was me, by the way.  I getting a
little sick of catching a finger in the eye or having my hair
pulled during their little spat, so I grabbed each of them by the
back of the neck and smashed their heads together.  That got them
calm in a hurry.  They both stopped going after each other and
me, choosing instead to grab their foreheads where they had
collided and focus on keeping their balance.  Neither Amy nor
Alexis seemed to have noticed that we were stopped outside the
door of a room almost on the far end of the main hallway, away
from the common area.  They had been so focused on ripping each
other apart that they were unaware of the fact that I was
continuing to drag them down the hall.

While they were each temporarily stunned from the blow to their
head, I leaned Amy up against the wall and thumbed the door open.
 Once it was as wide as it would go, I shoved them both into the
room and pulled the door shut behind us.  There was now nowhere
for either of them to go.  The door was locked and they were
trapped inside with me.

This particular room was well furnished.  There was a big fluffy
bed in the corner (there was bed or at least a cot or mattress in
every room in the dungeon facility), a dresser with three
drawers, each loaded with tools and equipment of varying horrors,
there was an Iron Maiden in the corner opposite the bed, a noose
hanging from the middle of the ceiling, and a dining table set,
complete with four chairs around it, along the back wall. 
Unfortunately, I would not be using the Iron Maiden or the noose
right now those were for other bitches later but the dining table
would certainly be put to use, as well as the bed.

As we all three stood in the room and took in our surroundings, I
felt a familiar stirring in the crotch.  It was time to get back
to business.  After all, it had now been almost nine full hours
since I had been raping and killing a girl, which was a long time
for me.  I needed to get back at it before I forgot how!  Playing
a quick game of eeny-meeny-miny-moe in my head, I landed on Amy.
I was fully confident in my ability and looking forward to the
opportunity to take them both at the same time, but I would start
with one and warm up a little.  There are men out there who
fantasize about fucking two women at the same time, but the truth
is, most men don't really know what to do when they have one
naked bitch in the room, let alone two.  I, however, am not one
of those men.  As I said, though, I felt like starting with just
one, and Amy was the lucky winner.

Going to the dresser, I opened the top drawer and took out a few
essentials with which to get started.  I grabbed four chains and
shackles, a seven-inch hunting knife, and a crowbar.  I would
only need the crowbar for a second, although I could think of a
few other uses for it later.  For right now, though, all I needed
it for was to ensure that I would be able to enjoy Amy
interruption-free.  I walked over the Alexis, who was on her
hands and knees on the floor with her back to me, still trying to
shake the cobwebs from her brain.  I lifted the crowbar high in
the air, smiled to myself, and brought it crashing down on the
back of her head.  I had to be very careful to simply knock her
unconscious and not actually kill her from blunt force trauma,
but I was confident in my ability to gauge how much a bitch could
take.  Alexis immediately crumpled to the floor, lying flat on
her face, a small trickle of blood leaking from the back of her
head where the crowbar had impacted.  I checked quickly to make
sure she was still breathing.  When it was clear to me that she
was alive and well, relatively speaking, of course, I dropped the
crowbar on the bed and made my way over to the table.  I walked
past Amy, who was in a similar position as Alexis, on her hands
and knees with her head hanging low, simply trying to refocus her
vision.  I ignored her for the moment, though I did give her a
solid kick in the ass as I went by.

When I reached the table, I began the task of attaching the
chains and shackles.  I looped each one back on itself,
essentially making a knot in the chain, then lifted the table and
placed each loop around one leg.  I made it so the length of the
chain would allow their captive some very limited range of
motion.  Amy would not be held perfectly still, but pretty close
to it.  Each shackle rested on the table, one in each corner. 
The table was long enough that Amy would not be hanging over
either one of the edges; she would be flat on her back with
nowhere to go.

I made my way back over to her, taking a quick glance to make
sure that Alexis' almost neon blue eyes were still closed (they
were), grabbed her by the upper arm and pulled her over to the
table.  She was still a bit woozy from the knock to her head a
few minutes earlier, but she was awake and aware enough to try
and fight me the whole way.  It did not take much for me to
overpower her small frame, and I soon had her hoisted up on the
table, straddling her chest so that my cock rested between her
soft tits.  She bucked her hips and kicked her legs, trying to
shake me off, but obviously it was no use.  Very soon I had her
left, then her right wrist, secured tightly in their shackles,
essentially making it impossible for her to fight back.  I then
moved down to her legs and secured them one at a time, avoiding a
kick or two to the face in the process.

"Please, oh God please don't do this!  Wh-wh-what are you going
to do?  Please, we didn't do anything to you.  Why are you doing
this?  Oh God, please just let me go!"  I didn't say a word or
even look at her face as she continued to beg and plead.  Once I
had her legs both locked in place, I crawled up onto the table,
straddling her again, although this time I was hovering above
Amy's face rather than her chest.  I got myself up on my hands
and knees so that my big dick was pointing downward, lined up
perfectly with her mouth.

"Please, PLEASE!  GODDAMIT YOU CAN TAKE ALEXIS, SHE'S JUST LYING
THERE, PLEASE TAKE HER INSTEAD OF ME!"

"How fucking stupid are you, bitch?  You're just lying there,
too, so why shouldn't I take you first?"

"PLEASE, OH GOD PLEASE DON'T DO THIS!  NOOO!  NOOOMMMMPH! 
MMMMMMMMMMMMM!  GUGH!  GUGH!  HAUCK!  NNNNNNNPHPHPHPHGLGL!" It
suddenly became very difficult for Amy to speak well once I began
to snake my cock into her mouth.  I wasn't able to get it all the
way in, not even close.  That would be virtually impossible based
on her position on the table, but I didn't care.  I had already
gotten Emma Watson to deepthroat me earlier in the day, and that
would hold me over for a while.  In the meantime, I got my first
five to six inches down Amy Adams' throat, pumping into her in an
attempt to cause as much damage as possible.  It worked out
really well because of my position.  I was essentially in the
missionary position on my hands and knees, it's just that I was
fucking her mouth, not her pussy.  Because of this, I was able to
pound my hips and cock into her very powerfully and very
quickly.

"HAUCK!  GUGH!  NNNNN!  MMMMMM!  GLGLGLGLGLG!  HUH!  HUH!  HUH! 
GUGH!  GUGH!  GUGH!  NNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNN!  MMMMMMMMMMMMMMM! GUGH
GUGH GUGH GUGH GUGH!"  While Amy continued to choke and gag on my
prick, I lifted my face and closed my eyes, simply reveling in
the sensation of yet another successful oral rape.  It wasn't
long before I couldn't resist a little dirty talk.  As my fans
out there know if you've read my previous entries, I'm a big fan
of the dirty talk.

"Oh, shit baby that mouth is fucking nice!  Yeah keep choking on
that massive prick while it rapes your fucking mouth.  Fuck oh
fuck yeah!  Bet you wish you could move right about now, huh? 
Bet you wish there was something you could do to stop me,
dontcha?  Fucking shit yeeeeeeaaaaah that feels good.  Keep
sucking, keep fucking sucking that huge rod!  Oh there's nothing
you can do to stop me, so you may as well keep
suckiAAAAAAAAAAAAH!"  Believe it or not, this scream was not one
of pleasure, but of pure and awful pain.  I had grown complacent,
I had gotten a little sloppy, and Amy had taken full advantage of
it.  I guess she was just fighting back and proving that there
was, in fact, something she could do about the forced blowjob
when she clenched her teeth and bit down hard onto my cock. 
Fortunately I was deep inside of her mouth so that her teeth only
caught the shaft and not the head.  If that had happened, my cock
helmet may have literally come off in her mouth.  As it was, she
still got me pretty good, even drawing the tiniest amount of
blood out of me.  And Godammit, she wasn't letting go!

"YOU BITCH YOU FUCKING BITCH LET GO!  FUCKING LET GO OF THAT COCK
SO I CAN FINISH RAPING YOU, YOU LITTLE WHORE!  LET GOOOOOOOO!"  I
finally raised myself up so that I was on my knees only, looking
down at her.  She really had my cock in there good.  There was a
severe grimace on her face and her lips were peeled back, baring
her teeth.  It was clear to me that she had no intention of
letting up, so I grabbed a handful of hair from the top of her
head in my left head and, still shouting from the pain, began
punching her square in the face with my right.  I wailed on her
continuously, socking her three times before she finally let go.
I quickly yanked my dick out of the range of her mouth, and
proceeded to punch her four more times, just for good measure. 
By the time I was done, her face was bloody and bruised.  One of
her eyes, the right one, was already swelling shut, blood was
pouring freely from her nose, and she spat out two of her teeth.
In spite of all that, she had this annoying smirk on her face. 
Apparently she was very proud of herself.

"What, you think that's funny, you stuck up little cunt?  You
think you accomplished something here today?  Let me tell you,
you're just as pathetic and worthless as ever!  Nobody bites the
Dungeon Master on the dick!  Who the fuck do you think you are,
huh?  What gives you the right to fight back at me?  You only
made the next hour worse for yourself and that little cunt
Alexis, bitch!  Now you just lay there and take your rape and
murder like a good little girl!"

"Fuck you, motherfucker.  You don't scare me.  You can't hurt me.
 I'm too strong for you.  You won't do a thing to me, asshole. 
You're pathetic."

"Pathetic, am I?  Well, we'll just see how pathetic I am right
now!"  I was angrier with Amy than I had been at anyone in a long
time.  I was in a particularly foul mood from the combination of
lingering pain in my dick, and frustration with myself for
letting my guard down, even for just a minute.  I planned to take
out every ounce of my anger on her and Alexis, and I was
determined to get back at Amy in the same way she had gotten me.
Crawling down the table so that my face was hovering just above
her pussy, I inhaled and took in the honey-sweet scent of her
cunt juice.  She was not shaved, but she kept her strawberry
blonde bush trimmed very short and neat.  Before getting my first
taste of her, I made another fist and punched upwards at her cunt
twice.  And when I say punched, I mean punched.  It would be a
knockout blow if I had punched her in the face.  As it was,
though, Amy just doubled up as much as her chains would allow her
and cried out in shock and pain.

"AAUUUUUUUGGGGHH!  AAUUUUUUUGGGGHH!  Oh, you asshole!  You
fucking asshole!  Burn in Hell, motherfucker!"

"Oh, I plan to, bitch.  I'm gonna fucking rule Hell when I get
there.  Save a seat for me, will ya?  'Cause you're going there
long before I will!  Now, let's get a taste of that sweet pie
you've been saving for me."  While Amy still shook and tried to
catch her breath, I stuck out my tongue and licked from her
asshole all the way up to her clit at the top of her pussy.  It
occurred to me as I did so that I had already violently raped and
killed three bitches so far, taking them in the most varied and
disgusting ways, but I had yet to eat any of them out.  I
realized that this was the first cunnilingus I had performed in a
long time.  I missed the taste.  I had taken a taste of all the
bitches I'd taken out so far, but none directly from the source.
There's nothing like pussy juice right from the source.  Bitches
all have a different taste, and Amy's was slightly bitter, sort
of like her personality had been with me to that point.  Bitter
or not, she tasted great to me, so I kept at it.

Very soon, I was licking with flattened part of my tongue all
over her pussy.  My tongue is not as big as my cock, of course,
but it's still pretty big.  When I let my tongue slide all the
way out of my mouth and up and down her pussy, I was pretty much
slathering the entire thing.  Her whole slit was covered with my
tongue.  She was writhing her hips and legs in an attempt to
break away from me, but she could only move so far, and I had
little trouble keeping up with her.

"Stoooooooooooooooop!  Please stop!  Get away from me, you sick
bastard!  I'll fucking kill you, you fucking asshole!"  It was so
cute how Amy thought.  To teach her a lesson about how much I was
in control, I stiffened my tongue so that it was a solid rod and
began stabbing it deep into her pussy.  I rolled it back and
forth, over and under, around and around, sucking down every drop
of her delicious cunt juice.  While my tongue was inside her, I
opened my lips wide and literally began sucking on her entire
pussy.  Yes, I got her entire pussy, top, bottom, lips, clit,
taint, EVERYTHING, inside my mouth.

I had been sucking at Amy's cunt like this for about five minutes
before I suddenly remembered how very hungry I was.  It's true, a
big part of my hunger and appetite was for pussy, but the fact of
the matter is that I hadn't eaten for hours and I had expended an
extremely high amount of energy over the course of the day. 
Simply tasting her juices was not nearly enough to satisfy my
very real hunger, although they did satisfy my taste buds.  I had
to have  real meal.  Something solid to chew on that I could
digest.  And there it was, right in front of me, right in my
mouth all along.

Opening up even wider, I inhaled deeply and tasted the sweet,
blood-free flavors of her pussy for the last time.  Then, closing
my eyes and preparing to savor an even sweeter taste, a slammed
my jaws shut and mashed my teeth together, biting off a sizeable
chunk of Amy Adam's pussy meat and chewing it slowly in my mouth.
 Amy's reaction was loud and immediate.

"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHH
HAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH HAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHH!  OH MY
GOOOOOOOOOOOOD YOU FUCKER!  WHAT THE FUCK DID YOU DO?  WHAT DID
YOU FUCKING DO TO MEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE? OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOHHH
GAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHH!"

"I just took a bite out of you, you delicious little whore."  I
was speaking with my mouthful, which I know is bad manners, but I
didn't really care.  With her raw pussy meat rolling through my
mouth and her blood dripping from the sides of my mouth, I kept
talking.  "That's right, I took a big, juicy, meat-filled bite
right out of your pussy.  And you know what, slut?  I'm gonna
take more bites outta you.  I haven't eaten all day, so I'm gonna
make a nice delicious meal out of you!  That's after I fuck you,
of course.  We're just about ready to get started with that, but
I have one thing to do first."  I crawled off of Amy's body and
stepped to the end of the table where her head was resting.  I
was obviously very careful to keep my cock out of the range of
her mouth.  Bending down and taking her left hand in mine, I
pried open her fingers (they were clenched in a fist as she
continued screaming from the initial bite, and placed her
forefinger in my mouth.  She caught on quickly to what I was
doing and tried to jerk her hand free, but I was holding her
wrist firmly and she was caught in the shackle.  Looking up with
my eyes and baring my teeth, I crunched down with all the
strength in my jaw.  Immediately blood starting pouring into my
mouth, but I really had to chew hard to get through her bone. 
They're tough little suckers.  I kept at it though, grinding and
crunching my way through, until I began feeling little bone
chunks pop off in my mouth, at which point I only munched
harder.

"NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO! FUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUCK!
FUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUCK! FUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUCK!
FUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUCK YYYYOOOOOOOOOOOOOOUUUUUUUU!
AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHH! 
AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHH!
FFFFFFFFUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUCK!"  Very
soon, I felt her finger bone crack under the pressure of my
teeth, then splinter and shatter.  Blood instantly began spurting
from her hand, flooding my mouth and overflowing from my lips.  I
pulled the finger out of my mouth and began to gnaw the meat from
the bone.  I slurped and sucked the raw meat down my throat.  I
looked down at Amy's face, and saw that her eyes were frozen open
wide in pain and terror, and her screams were resounding in the
room.  

"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA
AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHH!  OH
FUCK OH FUCK OH FUCK OH FUCK OH FUCK
YOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUU!
AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA
AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA
AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHH!"

"Goddam, that's one of the most delicious things I've ever had. 
Of course, I think your pussy tasted sweeter.  I can't wait to
get my cock buried deep in there."  That was a fact; I really
couldn't wait.  So, still chewing and swallowing Amy's finger
meat, I climbed back up on the table, still being careful to keep
my big prick away from those nasty teeth of hers.  Once I was
back on top of her, I sidled up between her legs, which were
spattered near her crotch with the blood that had been pouring
out of her cunt since I took my initial bite of her.  My cock was
again at full attention and ready to go, so I wasted little time
lining myself up with her waiting hole.

"You ready, cuntbag?  You ready for my big fucking cock?  It's
ready for you.  Yeah, ready for that tight, bloody pussy."  I was
rubbing the head of my dick up and down her slit, drawing out
further cries of pain from Amy's mouth.  Not wishing to expose my
dick to open air for another second, I grabbed each of her
sizeable tits in each hand, took aim at her hole, and drove
forward.  It was a strange feeling, entering a pussy that had
some pieces missing, but still a very good one.  I was resting
all my body weight on my arms, which were grabbing Amy's funbags,
so essentially my weight has resting on her chest.  The pain of
that, however, was likely miniscule compared to that of my cock,
which was already pounding hard in and out of her.  It's always a
bit of a shock for bitches the first time they feel me inside of
them, and that shock and pain must have been exacerbated in Amy
considering the condition her cunt was already in before I
started fucking her.

"Oh, God.  Oh, God, you fucking little bitch.  Goddam that chewed
up little pussy feels nice squeezing my huge cock.  You feel me
rubbing all up against those bite marks, huh?  You feel that dick
drilling all those inches inside?  Ooooooh, shit you're making me
feel so good.  God, there's nothing better than raping a
worthless little bitch like you.  Making feel so fucking good! 
Oh, yeah, I'm gonna fuck that little whore Alexis too.  I bet
you'd like that, wouldn't you?  I know how much you want to kill
her.  I bet you're gonna enjoy watching her get fucked like this
aren't you?  Huh?  Oooooohhhh God YOU FEEL SO GODDAM
MOTHERFUCKING
GOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOD!"

"NOOOOOOOOOOOO!  NOOOOOOOOO YOU MOTHERFUCKER STOOOOOP!  OH
GOOOOOOOOOOOOOD GET OUT OF MEEEEEEEEEEEE!  AAAAAAAAAAAAHH! 
AAAAAAAAAAAAANOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!  STOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOP! 
FUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUCK FUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUCK
FUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUCK!  FUCK YOU,
YOU MOTHERFUCKING ASSHOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOLLLLLLE!"  Amy pussy was
quite nice.  It definitely wasn't as sweet and pure as Emma
Watson's had been, but pussy is still pussy, and rape pussy is
the best kind.  I wasn't as turned on and out of control as I had
been with my previous victim, but I was certainly still enjoying
myself.  This was a different type of resistance than any I had
met so far.  Rather than resisting by begging and pleading and
crying, Amy was actually trying to fight back.  In some ways
that's even more fun, because I get to watch as I systematically
break their will.  Amy's was starting to crack already, but I was
looking forward to wearing her down even more.

I had built myself up into a pretty steady rhythm in and out of
Amy's bloody hole, when I felt another surge of hunger come over
me.  Amy was still screaming threats and obscenities, and her
head was turned all the way to her right side, which meant the
first thing I laid my eyes on when I looked down at her was her
left ear.  Not stopping to think twice, I flattened myself down
on top of Amy's body, crushing her underneath me and smashing her
soft, squishy tits into both of our chests, and at the same time
opened my mouth wide, baring my blood-stained teeth and letting
out an animalistic growl as I placed her whole ear inside my maw.
 The very instant she felt a tooth brush up against her ear,
Amy's really started freaking out.

"NOOOOOOOOOOOO!  NO YOU FUCKING PIECE OF SHIT DON'T YOU FUCKING
DARE!  DON'T YOU DARE EVEN THINK ABOUT IT YOU PIECE OF SHIT
MOTHERFUCKING ASSHOOOOOOAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHH!  OH MY
GOD OH MY GOD OH MY GOD OH MY GOD OH MY GOD!  YOU CAN'T!  YOU
CAN'T!  FUCKER!  MOTHERFUCKING FUCKER!  AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHH!" 
This latest bout of screaming and swearing came after I drilled
my prick deep inside her pussy with a particularly hard thrust,
and at the same time bit down on the stem of Amy's ear, grinding
my upper and lower mandibles through flesh and cartilage, shaking
my head back and forth like a dog attacking a rope, until her
whole ear came off in my mouth.  The left side of Amy's head was
instantly covered in blood, and an oddly shaped hole remained
where her ear used to reside.  She was spitting and biting,
swearing and coughing in her panic and pain.

I hoisted myself up onto my knees, continuing to pound away at
her cunt, though more slowly this time.  About one hard pump
every two or three seconds.  I removed the ear from my mouth and
took a good look at it.  It was a pretty clean looking ear.  The
blood had all rinsed away in my mouth, so it was a fine, clean
specimen of human flesh.  As I continued to rape Amy hard, I
began taking small bites out of her ear, chomping into it like a
potato chip.  It was chewier, of course, but just as satisfying.
It took about five individual bites to finish the delicious,
juicy snack.

"Mmmmmm, I'm telling you, bitch, you are some Grade A meat.  That
ear tastes fucking delicious.  I'm gonna have to go after some of
your meatier parts for my entre.  I wonder what whore assmeat
tastes like.  Or slutty tit or cuntrag eyeball.  Maybe I'll have
that for dessert."  Amy had stopped screaming by this point, and
merely lay there taking my cock inside of her, temporarily used
up and taking a break from her resistance.

As I continued pumping away, I caught come movement out of the
corner of my eye.  Looking in that direction, I saw that Alexis
was finally stirring.  She was moving very slowly, letting a soft
groan escape her lips every now and then, and she was clearly not
any threat to my progress.  Realizing, however, that I would have
to deal with the situation before she became too aware and
capable, I knew that I had to take a break from my time with Amy.
 Not before I got one more taste, though.

I removed my big cock from her mangled pussy, I hopped off the
table and went back over to the dresser.  Opening the bottom
drawer, I pulled out my trusty 8-inch Bowie knife.  The metal
point and serrated edge glinted nicely in the light of the room
as I carried it back over to the table.  Amy, still chained down,
looked in my direction and saw the knife, and she immediately
began squirming and fighting against her restraints.

"NO!  No, what are you gonna do with that?  Please, please what
are you gonna do?  Please don't kill me!"  She was crying and
shaking and struggling with all her might against the chains that
bound her.  Apparently her will was beginning to break.

"Kill you?  You stupid fucking cunt, I'm not gonna kill you.  At
least, not yet.  I prefer my meat alive and tender.  If I kill
you now you'll spoil, and we wouldn't want that, would we?  No,
bitch, I'm just going to take a little chunk before I move on to
your worthless cuntrag partner over there."  While Amy continued
to writhe, I brought the blade of the knife to her juicy thigh. 
Grabbing a solid handful of Amy flesh, I placed the serrated
teeth on her skin and began sawing the meat away.  As I sliced
down into the fat and muscle, blood began to flow from the wound
and Amy's screams returned with a vengeance.

"NOOOOOOOOOOOOO!  AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHH!  DON'T DON'T DON'T GOD
STOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOP!  MY LEG OH GOD MY FUCKING LEG YOU FUCKER! 
NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!"  My cut was pretty
jagged and unclean, mostly due to the fact that Amy's leg kept
kicking and jerking with every move of the blade, but that
mattered little to me.  All that really did matter was that I was
close to removing a solid, tasty chunk of fresh meat from her
body, and it was not long before I succeeded.  Amy was left with
a gaping hole in her right thigh, about four inches long and two
inches across.  The blood flowed quickly, and I immediately
stuffed the wound with a dirty rag in order to stem the flow. 
Couldn't have her bleeding to death on me, now could I?

I walked away from the table, leaving her screaming and flailing
about, her hair flying wildly all over her face, the left side of
which was caked in blood from her missing ear.  As I made my way
over to Alexis, who was now sitting up holding her hand to the
back of her head where I had bludgeoned her, I took a big bite
out of my snack.  This was the first real solid taste of actual
meat that I'd had, and I wasn't disappointed.  The juices flowed
down my throat, delighting my taste buds and making my hard cock
twitch.  I knelt down beside Alexis and began to speak to her.

"Hey slut, welcome back to the conscious world.  How's that head,
huh?"  It was then that I had a hilarious idea.  "You know, you
really need to keep your strength up for the ordeal you're about
to face.  Why don't you have a bite of my lunch?"  I held what
was left of Amy's leg meat up to Alexis's face.  She was too
groggy to realize exactly what it was, but aware enough to accept
it into her mouth.  She chewed slowly, and after a few seconds
she seemed to realize that whatever it was she was eating didn't
feel or taste quite right.  She got a strange look on her face,
crinkling her brow and scrunching up her nose.  I could tell she
was about to spit it out, so I quickly held my hand over her
small mouth and nose until she reflexively swallowed.  As soon as
I removed my hand, however, she gagged and started coughing and
hacking.

"Cough, cough, hachkk, huh, huh, wha, what was that?  It was
disgusting," she mumbled.
"Do you hear that, cunt whore?" I said, directing my question at
Amy, whose screams had subsided and were now mere moans of pain
and dismay.  "I don't think Alexis thinks you taste very good. 
How does that make you feel, bitch?"  Alexis seemed to grasp what
I had just said, and looked at me with horror and utter disgust
on her face.

"Wh-wh-wha-what?  What do you mean?  You mean I just, I, I just
ate her?"

"That's right, slutbox.  You just had a sample of Amy Adams Grade
A meat.  Personally, I find her fucking delicious.  She's got
herself a nice little cunt too, but I guess you wouldn't know
anything about that.  Maybe we should see whose cunt is better,
what do you think about that, bitch?"  Before Alexis even had a
chance to answer, though, I jumped to my feet, grabbed her by her
hair, and lifted her onto the bed, throwing her naked body down
onto the soft mattress.  Without a hint of warning, without a
word, I jumped on top of her, threw her silky smooth and milky
white legs apart, and drove home with everything I had.  One
interesting thing I noticed right away about Alexis Bledel's cunt
is that it was very hairy.  I know, weird, right?  So many
bitches these days like to keep their kitty nice and trimmed, but
not Alexis.  It wasn't like she was growing a jungle down there
or anything I mean, it wasn't out of control, but it was bushy. 
She kept her pubes in a nice triangle shape, but they were long
and curly.  They sort of tickled a little bit as I pumped inside.
 My stomach was able to touch her pubes because I was,
surprisingly (even to me) able to bottom out inside of her on the
first drive.  I guess my Amy meat provided more energy and
strength than I realized.  Hell, this was better than steroids. 
I should talk to Major League Baseball players about this
although something tells me human flesh may soon become a banned
substance.

Anyway, I carried on with my thorough and solid rape fuck of yet
another cunt hole.  Alexis' fuck box was smooth and warm, which I
found to be a great relief and soothing influence on my prick,
which was still in some pain from the bite that Amy had
administered.  I spent the first few minutes of sex with Alexis
going slow and steady, really just using her cuntjuice as a
healing ointment on my cock.  I'm not sure the effect was quite
so soothing for Alexis, who cried and moaned as my 12 inches
speared her.

"Pleeeeeeeeease, please oh God it hurts!  Please stop!  Take her,
please, take Amy, just please stop!"

"'Please take her?'  Jesus Christ, you fucking bitch whore, what
kind of sadistic cunt are you?  I know how much this hurts you,
and you want me to go inflict that pain on someone else.  You are
one cruel fucking bitch!  You hear that, Amy?  Alexis wants me to
fucking rape you some more and leave her alone?  What do you
think?"

"F-f-ff-fuh-fuck you, fucker.  Fuck you.  Fuck you, you evil
fucker.  How can you do this to us?  Why?  W-wh-wha-why?  You
sick fucking killer," was Amy's reply.

"I think she's a little pissed, Alexis, what you do you think?  I
wonder if she's pissed at you for being such a slutty little cunt
who wants to see her suffer."

"N-n-nnnnooo, you f-f-f-f-f-f-fucker.  It's y-y-you.  It's all
y-y-your f-f-fa-fault."  It was becoming clear to Amy was losing
a great deal of blood, and was possibly on the verge of bleeding
to death.  It was interesting, because sluts like Emma Watson had
lost far more blood than she had and survived right up until her
decapitation.  Not to mention the amount of blood that had
spilled out of Emmy Rossum's pussy and Famke Janssen's asshole. 
Hey, apparently some people are just lightweights, I guess. 
Something tells me Amy Adams would have made a cheap date.  One
drink and she's done for.  In this case, one solid bite out of
her pussy, losing her ear, and a 2-by-4 inch chunk out of her
leg, and she was done for.  That was, of course, unless I did
something about it.  Luckily, I had just the thing I needed.

Strolling back over to the dresser, I reopened the same drawer
from which I took the knife I had used to carve Amy's flesh,
reached in, and pulled out a branding iron.  It was essentially
just a big, flat plate of iron, but stamped on the metal,
slightly elevated from the plate, was the word "WHORE."  It was
an electric brander, so with just the flip of a switch on the
long handle, the plate immediately started glowing red hot. 
Striding over to Amy's whimpering, worthless form on the table, I
grabbed her ankle, held it firmly down on the table, and pressed
the brand into her leg, hard, right onto her wound.  With a pop
and a long sizzle, I smelled the enticing aroma of burning human
flesh, and gray smoke wafted from the iron as her leg wound was
cauterized shut.

"OH MY CHRIST OH MY GOD OH MY FUCKING GOD GET IT OFF GET IT OFF
GET IT OFF GET IT OFF PLEASE OH GOD GET IT THE FUCK
OOOOOOOOOFFFFFFF!"  Amy's screams rent the air, drowning out
Alexis's screams from behind us, who was watching the scene with
rapt, horrified attention.  Finally, after about 15 seconds, just
to make sure the wound closed cleanly and wouldn't open up again
and risk a major bleedout, I removed the branding iron from her
leg, just two seconds before she passed out from shock.  An angry
red and black burn was nearly pulsating in her leg, smoke still
rising from the outer edges of the lettering.  Amy Adams was
officially branded a whore for the rest of her life, short as it
may have been.  Although, to be fair, it wasn't too short.  I
needed to keep her around for a little while so she could
continue to provide much needed sustenance to me and my future
pigs.

Leaving her passed out on the table, and savoring Alexis' ongoing
scream, I returned the branding iron to the drawer.  Knowing that
I had a few minutes of prep work to do with Amy, I decided to
make sure that Alexis wouldn't be a problem in any way again, I'd
learned that lesson the hard way with Amy's teeth.  So I pulled
her down off the bed and yanked her towards the very middle of
the room.  Reaching above my head, I grabbed hold and pulled down
on a large construction crane-style hook, which hung from the
ceiling by an industrial chain.  I lifted Alexis' two hands to
either side of the hook, got hold of a strong piece of twine, and
lashed her wrists inside the hook.  It was high enough that she
has essentially standing on her toes, and her arms were pulled
nearly straight above her head.  That way, she could get no
leverage from below to lift herself up, and she couldn't extend
her hands any farther than they already were.  All this would, of
course, only be relevant if she were a descendant of Harry
Houdini and could escape from a locked crane hook.  Directly
below Alexis' feet was a metal plate in the floor with a small
hole directly in the middle.  Don't worry, I'll explain that
little part later.  In the meantime, I had my work with Amy to
take care of.

Along one wall of the room we were in, there is a trapdoor about
four feet wide and seven feet long.  It's only about two feet
deep, so falling into wouldn't really do any damage, but that is
not what this pit is intended for.  I pushed the necessary button
on the wall above the pit, and as the stone floor split in half
and extended outward to reveal the hole, I reached in and grabbed
the metal poles resting inside.  It took a few minutes to
organize and assemble them, but once I was done, I had two
A-frame stands that stood on either end of the pit, a half-circle
cradle atop each.  This left me one more pole, the longest of
all, that was meant to stretch from one end of the pit to the
other, resting on each cradle along the ends, creating a giant
spit. It didn't actually spin like most spits do, but it was
perfect for my purposes today.

I carried the pole over to Amy's still unconscious form on the
table and rested the pole along her back.  I hooked her hands and
ankles around the pole and tied them down tightly with a heavy
duty barbed wire.  The metal bit into both Amy's wrists and
ankles as well as imbedding itself in the metal pole, creating a
firm grip that was unbreakable from the position Amy was now tied
in.  Confident that she wasn't going to slip or come loose, I
grabbed one end of the pole and dragged it back across the room
towards the pit.  Alexis watched us and sobbed from her spot in
the middle of the floor.

Once I reached the wall next to the pit, I lowered Amy's body and
the pole to the floor and knelt down beside them, slipping my
hands underneath the bar.  It's a good thing I took gym class in
high school and learned how to do the clean-and-jerk lift,
because that's basically what this was.  Remembering to lift with
my legs and not my back, I heaved Amy up by the pole, hearing the
barbed wire stretch and dig into her skin.  Breathing somewhat
heavily (but not too much.  Come on people, give me a little
credit!), I lifted the bar slowly and tenderly placed each end in
its respective cradle.  Amy's weight rolled the bar so she was
hanging down, face into the pit, though a good three to four feet
above it.  Her head hung low as gravity pushed her chin into her
chest.  Everything was set to prepare my food for the next
several days, I just had to light the flame.  After all, I
couldn't live on just raw human flesh, could I? That would be
disgusting!

The bottom of the pit was a grate for my electrically controlled
fire.  I know, I know, charcoal barbeque tastes better than gas,
but give me a break.  I knew I would be lighting and dowsing the
fire several times over the next few days, and the gas is just
easier.  Anyway, not wanting to waste any more time preparing my
dinner, I pushed another button along the wall, and instantly the
pit was filled from end to end with three-foot high flames.  They
were still a good two to three feet from touching Amy's body, but
close enough to ensure a nice, smooth cooking process.  Although
the flames continued to lick at her tender flesh, Amy remained
unconscious, hanging there like a limp noodle and simmering away.
 I had one more step left to go before I could let her sit to
braise, and that was to ensure she couldn't wiggle her way off of
her spit when she awoke.  After all, I anticipated a pretty
strong reaction when Amy opened her highs and stared down at the
fire that was browning her skin.  In order to ensure security, I
linked another half-circle of metal to the top of each A-frame
cradle, completing the circle and surrounding the bar.  I also
slipped to metal stoppers onto each end of the bar, just outside
the A-frames.  If you can picture a barbell in the weight room,
you know those metal clips that you put on to lock the weights in
place?  Same idea.  Now, with everything firmly placed, Amy
wasn't moving up, down, left, right, forward or backward, no
matter how hard she tried.

With dinner cooking, I turned my attention back to the conscious
piece of rape meat in the room with me.  Alexis saw the look in
my eyes, immediately started whimpering and sobbing, and double
her efforts to get free of her bounds.  Knowing it was impossible
for her to do so, I walked over to her slowly, moved around
behind her, and placed my hands on each of her skinny hips. 
Squeezing tightly and leaving finger-shaped bruises on her sides,
I lifted Alexis up off the ground and lined the head of my cock
up with her smooth, hairy pussy.

"No, no please don't do this!  Please not again, it's so
BIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIGGG!!!  OH GOD PLEASE OH GOD
NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!"  It probably isn't hard for you to tell when I
penetrated her.  Her cunt was just as juicy and hot as it was
twenty minutes ago when I raped her for the first time.

"Oh fuck yeah baby.  Ooooooohhh that pussy feels fucking nice
while I fuck the shit out of it.  Yeeeeeeeeeeeeaaaaaaahhh, oh God
fucking you from behind like the disgusting little dog you are! 
Uuuugghh you like that huh?  You want my huge cock deeper inside
you?  You want me to fuck you as deep and as hard as I can? 
Okay, if you fucking insist, bitch, I can do that!"  And reaching
up to grab firmly on to each of her perky little tits, I started
pumping with vigor.  "OH GOD YEAAAAAHH BITCH THAT'S IT!  THAT'S
HOW I FUCKING LIKE IT!  OOOOOHHHH FUCK YEAH JUST DRILLING AND
PUMPING AND POUNDING AWAY AT YOUR TIGHT LITTLE RAPE HOLE!  FUCK
YOU, ALEXIS!  FUCK YOU AND AMY AND YOUR CUNTWHORE ATTITUDES AND
FUCK THE VERY AIR YOU FUCKING BREEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAATHE!!!"  By
this point, Alexis may have been beyond comprehension.  She was
screaming complete and utter nonsense.  Something about "please
God stop" and "Oh no, you're killing me."  I don't know, it
didn't make sense to me.  I mean, don't these fucking bitches
know that they only exist for my entertainment, and for as long
as I allow them to?  Ignoring her whining, I grabbed her hips
again, then slid my hands down to her thighs.  Reaching a little
deeper into my adrenaline bank, I lifted up on her legs, so that
her shoulders were stretched against their binds while I held her
completely off the ground.  Her feet were in the air behind me,
and I continued nailing into her hotbox.

"PLEASE OH GOD PLEASE LET ME DOWN AAAAAAAAGGGHHHH!!  HAAAH! 
HAAAH!  HAAAH!  HUUUUUUUUAAAAAAAAAAAAAGH!"

"OH FUCKING HELL SHIT GODDAM MOTHERFUCKER THAT FEELS FUCKING
GOOD!  OOOOOH THAT GODDAM JUICY FUCKHOLE JUST SUCKING MY HUGE
FUCKING COCK DEEP INSIDE!  FEEL ME!  FEEL ME RAMMING MY FUCKING
ROD HIGH UP INTO YOUR LITTLE CUNT!  OOOOOOOHHHH GGOOOOOOOOOOOOOD
FUCKING TAKE THAT MASSIVE POLE UP INTO YOUR GODDAM COLON, YOU
LITTLE SKANK BITCH FUCKING WHORE!"  I was just going at her with
everything I had.  Possibly the added energy that the Amy meat
had endowed me with, or perhaps the intoxicating scent of her
cooking flesh just a few feet away gave me that little extra
boost.  Maybe it was just the silky hot smoothness of Alexis
Bledel's juicy cunt massaging my dick. Whatever it was, I was now
leaning all my weight backwards, still holding onto her thighs. 
Her arms and shoulders were stretched to the limit as even the
chain on which the hook hung was pulled taut to one side.  That
meant that all my body weight, increased by the sheer speed and
power of my rape, pulled at her shoulders and dug my fingers deep
into her thigh flesh.  Figuring I was well on the road to the
finish line already, I told myself there was no sense in holding
anything back at this point.  Amy's flesh had provided the extra
boost I needed and left me confident that I would be back up
again and ready for business in no time.  That stuff is to me
what spinach is to Popeye.  Shaking my head back to reality, I
raced towards my orgasm, holding nothing back, holding on for the
ride, and loving every moment of it.

"OH GOD!  OH MY GOD!  OH MY FUCKING GOD THAT CUNT FEELS SO
FUCKING GOOD, BITCH!  OH MY SWEET JESUS HOLY MOTHERFUCKING SHIT
IT'S SO HOT AND WET AND SMOOTH!  FEELS SO GOOD!  SO FUCKING GOOD!
 SO GODDAM FUCKING GOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOD!"  I couldn't concentrate
on such trivial details at the time, given the state of pure
bliss I was in, but having gone back to watch the tapes since, it
was obvious I was completely focused on simply feeling every
sensation that Alexis' hairy taco gave me.  My eyes were sealed
shut.  My skin was beet red.  Sweat sprayed from my entire body,
as well as Alexis'.  Every muscle fiber was exposed and flexed,
and my head was thrown back as I shouted my orgasm for the entire
audience down the hallway to hear.  "YES OH YES OH FUCKING GOD
YES THAT'S HOW YOU DO IT, BITCH!  THAT'S HOW YOU TAKE MY FUCKING
RAPE LIKE THE WORTHLESS FUCKING RAG FUCKDOLL YOU ARE! 
OOOOOOOOOOOOOHHH MY FUCKING GOD I FEEL IT!  FE FEEL IT COM COM
COMING!  FE FEEL IT CHURNING UP IN MY BALLS NOW!  OH GOD THAT'S
IT!  THAT'S IT!  SCREAM JUST LIKE THAT FOR ME YOU WHORE! 
YEEEEEEEEEEEESSS!  SCREAM LIKE THAT FOR ME AND I'LL FUCKING COME!
 I'LL COME!  I'LL FUCKING CO CO COME!  OH MY GOD I'M FUCKING
COMING!  COMING RIGHT NOW!  COMING HARD AND FAST INSIDE YOUR
TIGHT LITTLE PUSSY, ALEXIS!  YOU FUCKING WHORE!  TAKE IT! TAKE
IT! TAKE AAALLLLLLLLLLLLL MY FUCKING CUM INSIDE YOU YOU WORTHLESS
FUCKING SKANK! OOOOOOOOOOOOHHHHHH!   OOOOOOOOOOOOHHHHHH! 
FFFFUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUCK! OOOOOOOOOOOOHHHHHH! 
YEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEAAAAHHHHH!"  I was riding a thunderclap of pure
pleasure along a misty cloud of ecstasy.  My cock sprayed streams
of cum inside her so deep that they ricocheted back off her
cervix and out of her cunt.  As my orgasm wound down, I gave one
last massive thrust inside of her, holding her hips to mine, my
entire cock buried inside her.  When I thrust inside, I had
yanked back on her legs with all my might as well, and I
distinctly heard, as well as saw, her right shoulder dislocate
with luxurious pop.  Alexis' screams echoed off the walls and
surely reached the rest of the prisoners.  When I had finally
drained my last drop of sweet joy from Alexis Bledel's fuckbox, I
dropped her legs roughly to the floor.  She hung by her wrists as
her legs fell limp, unable to sustain any weight.  This doubled
the pain on her already dislocated shoulder, doubling her
pathetic wailing as well.

I, meanwhile, was catching my breath and stumbling around the
room, trying to get my balance.  I had just come incredibly hard
from a standing position, I was already off-balance to begin
with, and my legs felt like jelly by that point.  I had no
bearings on where I was, until I saw out of my peripheral vision
a wall coming right at the side of my head.  I instinctively
stuck out one hand to catch myself, and rested my shoulder
against the wall, stopping to regain my breath and my
whereabouts.  I realized that I had stumbled right over to the
wall where Amy hung cooking away, and who, I now noticed, was
stirring from her little nap.  No doubt Alexis' screams had
awoken her.  It took her a few moments to become slightly aware
of her surroundings remember, she had passed out chained to the
bed, and now here she was, hanging from a pole above a firepit a
bit disconcerting for her, I'm sure.  Like I said before, I
expected a strong reaction from her, and a strong reaction is
exactly what I got.

"What the fuck?  What the FUCK!  OH MY GOD IT BURNS!  OH JESUS NO
PLEASE GOD LET ME DOWN!  AAAAAAAAAHA-HA-HA-HA-HAAAAAAAAAHHHH!"

"Do you smell that, you little redheaded fuckrag?  That burning?
That's you, whore.  That's your fucking meat getting tender and
juicy for me.  What, did you think I was done eating you?  No
fucking way, cunt.  I've got ways to keep you alive and well for
a nice long while.  I think I'll be having seconds, thirds, and
leftovers from you."  It took me awhile to say everything because
I was still panting heavily from my mind-blowing orgasm, courtesy
of Miss Bledel.  I spoke right into her ear as she screamed.  I
know she heard me through her pain, because she turned and looked
right into my eyes.  She gathered all her strength, held her
screams in.  Her skin glowed red from beneath, and sweat poured
off her face as her head shook from the effort.  She proceeded to
beg, as they all do.

"Please.  Please don't do it like this!  Please don't turn me
into this!  Just kill me now, please oh God please down make it
slow!  I I'll do anything!"

"Well, I've already gotten about everything you have to offer,
slut.  And trust me, when I want more, I'll take it because it's
my right, not because you fucking allow me to, you fucking
understand me?"  I screamed right into her face and punctuated my
warning with a firm swat to her warm ass.  "Get used to that
heat, bitch, because it's not going away any time soon!"  I left
her behind me and returned to Alexis, who was just beginning to
stir her legs and try to get back onto her feet.  I figured that
I would help her along.  Not because I'm such a nice guy, but
because it was time for Alexis' next torture, which would require
her feet to be firmly planted on the ground.  Allow me to
explain.

In order to ensure that this next little exercise would work the
way I wanted, I had to make sure that Alexis' body was firmly
planted in place, which meant strapping her feet to the ground. 
Luckily, I had foreseen such a need, and had two iron shackles
embedded in the ground for just such an occasion.  Given Alexis'
exhaustion and pain, she didn't even fight me when I grabbed her
left ankle and slid it over to lock in place.  She seemed only
vaguely aware of what I was doing when I repeated the process
with her right ankle, but still didn't resist.  I could tell all
she wanted to do was let her legs collapse to rest, but that
would mean all her weight on her injured shoulder, and she seemed
to prefer tired knees to screaming shoulder pain, so she kept her
knees locked, even if they were pretty wobbly.  Each of her feet
had been locked about one foot outside the metal plate in the
floor I mentioned earlier, which left her standing, spread wide,
her hands off no use to her, with the hole in the plate directly
aligned with her pussy.  Now came the fun part.

"Are you ready, Alexis?  Are you ready to endure some
unimaginable pain before you die?  Because that's what in store
for you, bitch."  Pushing a button on the floor plate, up out of
hole rose a white dildo on a thin metal pole.  It wasn't a
particularly large or imposing dildo, but only because it didn't
have to be.  I know I have a touch of extravagance and an air of
theatricality sometimes, but I can be sensible too.  No sense
bringing a grenade launcher to a rock fight.  The dildo would
serve its purpose, as Alexis would soon begin to see.  The pole
was steadily rising at a rate of about an inch a second.  Alexis
was too out of it still to know that anything was happening
between her legs, so she didn't freak out or out up a fight, but
it was clear that the dildo was actually not lining up properly
with its intended target.  Since I knew she couldn't be expected
to stand in one place for very long given the pounding her crotch
had just endured, I was not surprised when her hips swayed,
ruining the alignment of pussy to dildo.  No worries, I thought.
As the dildo continued its ascent, I simply held Alexis by the
hips, knelt down so I could see her pussy from below, and moved
her pelvis around until it was properly aligned, then held it
there and waited. About six seconds later, I learned that my aim
was true.  I watched for a moment to make sure the dildo would
stay firmly in place and continue it path up Alexis' birth canal,
then stood back for a moment to enjoy the reaction.

Alexis squirmed when she first felt the initial penetration.  As
the dildo continued to rise inside of her, her head perked up and
her eyes started bugging out.  When she felt it pressing intently
against her cervix, she started shaking all over and panting and
grunting.  When this happened, I knelt back down to the floor,
where there was a dial on the metal plate that would allow me to
set the rate of ascent for the dildo.  I waited until I heard the
final sound I knew was coming the piercing rip of Alexis Bledel's
cervix (followed, obviously, by her tortured screams).  When the
sound did come (and what a beautiful sound it was), I ignored her
wails of pure agony and horror, and focused on setting the dial
to a timer-based progression.  My task firmly done, the dildo
came to a halt and I rose to look Alexis in her eye.  She was
standing stock still, stiff as a board, her eyes wide and
staring, sweat dripping off her face onto her tits, her mouth
wide, her teeth bared, her breath coming in shallow, short quick
bursts.  Without moving a muscle, she turned her eyes to meet
mine.

"Well, cunt, we're all set.  This baby will continue to move up
one inch every hour.  It will not be a slow progression upwards,
but a sudden hard burst from the hydraulic system.  It will hurt
like a motherfucker.  And just when the pain starts to recede or
you start to go numb, another hour is up and another burst comes
along.  Oh, it's really a great method of torture and death,
don't you think?  I mean, I could let it kill you quickly.  You
know, just let it continue to push upward nonstop until it embeds
itself in your throat, but I think I want you and Amy to share
this together.  How's that sound to you, Amy?"  I got no response
from the whimpering form hanging over the fire.  "You two have
spent a lot of energy hating each other for the last hour or so,
threatened to kill the other.  I figure it will give you both
some closure to watch the other one suffer and die slowly. 
Alexis, you'll be dead long before your bitch cellmate over
there, but you may be happy about that after a while.  And by the
way, that one hour clock starts...now."  And flipping the "Go"
switch with my foot, the dildo lurched suddenly upward, exactly
one inch.  Not far, but I'm sure it felt like a mile inside of
Alexis.  She jerked and screamed and pled, and a steady but light
trickle of blood ran out her pussy and down her inner thighs.  I,
meanwhile, was headed for the door.

"I'll be back to check on you cuntrags in a few hours, see how
you're coming along."  Their faces betrayed the sheer terror they
felt as they realized that I really did intend to keep them
alive, in a constant state of maximum pain, for as long as
possible.  "Alexis, I have a feeling your stomach will be a
little distended by then.  Amy, I'm pretty sure your tits will be
ready to serve, so I'll be seeing you for a recharge.  I'll just
leave my trusty knife here. Wouldn't want to forget that!"  The
door was open now, and I was standing in it, on my way out. 
"Enjoy the pleasure of each other's company, cunts, because it's
all you're gonna know for a while.  Well, that and pain.  You'll
know lots and lots of pain.  Fuck you, bitches.  Suffer and
scream for me so I can hear you while I'm fucking the life out of
someone else next door.  I'll be back for you."  And with that, I
slammed the door shut and heard it lock automatically behind me.
I also heard, though they had become distinctly more muffled and
quiet, the screams of both Alexis Bledel and Amy Adams from
behind the door.

"NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!"

"LET US THE FUCKER OUT OF HEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEERRRE!!!"

Savoring the sound, muffled as it was, I left them behind me with
a hop in my step and a smile on my face, returning back toward
the main chamber where I could pick up my next subject and begin
my next performance.

To Be Continued...

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