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Disclaimer: This story, while not describing real scenes of
sexuality and torture, introduces a new character who describes
his desire for these things. If you are under 18, or if violent
imagery offends you, STOP READING NOW!!! Also, this story is a
work of PURE FICTION AND FANTASY! I wish no harm to the
celebrities that appear and do not intend for these stories to be
a threat against them. I do not condone any of these practices
here in the real world. If you take these stories seriously, you
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The Celebrity Dungeon Master
Chapter Five: Michelle Pfeiffer, Juliette Lewis, Beyonce Knowles
& Jessica Simpson

As I walked down the hall toward the cell room, I could still
hear muffled screams and wails from the cell behind me.  I had
left Alexis Bledel and Amy Adams there, alive for the time being.
 Amy was tied to a roasting pole a few feet above a raging fire,
cooking her flesh for my sustenance, and Alexis stood locked in a
spread eagle position as a dildo moved its way slowly past her
cervix and through her insides.  I approached the door, went
through my mental checklist of who was due next, when a sudden
idea hit me.  My plan from the beginning had been to enjoy each
of my bitches one at a time, but taking Amy and Alexis together
had thrown a wrench into that plan.  I hadn't thought much of it
at the time I took Alexis (Amy was due up after I was done with
Emma Watson); it was a snap decision I made in a rage after she
pissed me off.  Thinking back on it, I really appreciated what
having more than one bitch with me at a time could do.  First,
obviously, I could enjoy raping the living daylights out of
multiple pussies.  I mean, that's every guy's fantasy, right? 
Second, I could doubly savor each moment as the volume and
variety of their screams and pleas increased.  Finally, there was
the added psychological torture it inflicted on my sluts.  To be
tortured is a horrible experience.  To be fair, I've never been
tortured myself, but I know from gauging my sluts' reactions that
I certainly make it a horrible experience.  But sometimes,
watching someone else get tortured can be just as horrifying.  It
leaves them full of questions: When is he going to take me?  Will
he hurt me the way he's hurting her?  Oh God, his cock is so big,
he'll rip me apart with it!  Will he kill me slowly or quickly? 
Will I scream?  You get the picture.

Right then and there, I decided to scrap my original plan.  I
would make a habit out of having more than one of them at a time.
 I would save my solo encounters for my greatest prizes cunts
like Natalie Portman, Jessica Alba, Hayden Panettiere, Eliza
Dushku, Selena Gomez.  They would get to enjoy my full attention.
 Mostly, though, my whores would travel in teams.

Since I was thinking so innovatively and daringly, I figured I
may as well stir the pot a little more starting now.  I had
enjoyed ruining the lives of cunts of two bitches at a time; what
would it be like to take three?  My smile was ear to ear as I
open the doors and walked into the cell room, euphorically
scanning my massive array of worthless fuck rags, all waiting
their turn to experience my brutality first hand.  Some, however,
obviously had not as much time as others.

It took me a moment to remember which cell held each of my next
three victims (hey, there are 25 cells, for fuck's sake.  Give me
a break!), but I eventually recalled them all.  Making my way
directly to my left, I strode to the second cell door I came to.
Unlocking the bolt, I stepped inside cell 2 and watched Anne
Hathaway crawl on her hands and knees when she saw me.  She
kissed my feet, raised herself up on her knees, and grabbed my
left hand in both of hers.  She looked up into my eyes with her
puppy dog tears streaming down her angelic face and spoke.

"Please, please mister let us go!  Why are you going this to us?
We're good people, we have husbands and children, and we can give
you anything you want!  We'll just disappear.  You'll never hear
from us again, just please please please let us go!"  I stared
down at her for a few moments when she was done.  I tilted my
head to one side and arched my eyebrows in a mock pitying
expression.  I ran my right hand across her cheek, and she closed
her eyes and nuzzled into my palm.  "Please, God please we'll do
anything.  Anything!  Anything you want!"  She was speaking in a
hushed whisper now as my hand made its way through her flowing
dark hair toward the back of her head.  "Please, mister just tell
us what you want.  We'll do it, just please let us
goMPHMPHPHPHPHPHPHPMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM!" Anne's pleas were
suddenly cut short when I grabbed a handful of her hair into my
fist and shoved her head forward, burying half my cock in her
mouth.  I had gotten hard listening to her pathetic weeping, so
it was easier to take her by surprise and shove it in there.

"MMMMMMMMMMMMNNNNNUUUUUUGHGHGH!  GUGH GUGH GUGH GUGH GUGH GUGH
CHAWKKKKKKKKKKKKK!"  Anne began gagging and slobbering as I
fucked her mouth and forced her head up and down my cock.  I
didn't try to make her deep throat me that always too much effort
given the length of my schlong and I had shit to do.  I did plan
to keep her down there for a minute or two, though.  Shaking my
left hand from her grip, I placed one hand one either side of her
head and started fucking as hard as I possibly could.  No joking,
I was going as fast and hard as I ever had.  I wasn't worried
about coming because my control is certainly enough to last for
two minutes, no matter how hard I'm taking a bitch, so I just let
Anne's throat have it, while I looked around at her cell mates. 
My eyes fell on Lindsey Lohan, who was sitting Indian style on
the floor, staring transfixed at my rod.  She was either thinking
horrible thoughts about that thing going inside her, or she was
such a disgusting pig of a slut that she was turned on.  I'm
going for the latter.  Still fucking Anne's face, I spoke.

"You thinkin' about it, bitch?  You ready for when it's your turn
to feel my prick jamming inside you?  Trust me, fuckrag, the
world will be a better place without you in it, Lindsey. 
Worthless fucking carjacking coke-snorting boozehound fucking
skank trash, that's all you are, and the world will thank me for
getting rid of you!  Yeeeeeaaaaaaaaaahhhhh choke on that fucking
cock, you wet fucking cow!"  I looked down at Anne's face,
watching her eyes bug wide and tears literally pouring down her
cheeks.  Her voice, even though it was just gurgles and coughs,
was clearly hoarse and weak, which meant that my mouthrape had
damaged her voicebox.  I had always wanted to do that to someone,
so I was able to mentally check it off my bucket list.  Picking
my head back up and scanning the cell once more, my eyes fell
upon Beyonce Knowles, the smooth as chocolate diva of Destiny's
Child fame before going solo, of course.  She was on her side,
curled up in a ball in the corner just inside the cell door.  She
was staring at the wall, trying to ignore what was happening just
a few feet away from her, but her shivering and whimpering gave
away her shame and fear.  I took this sight in for a few more
seconds, gave Anne Hathaway's throat one more massive thrust, and
threw her to the ground by her head.  Not even stopping to look
where she landed or what her condition was, I walked over to
Beyonce, grabbed her right ankle, and started to drag her across
the stone floor.  On our way out I noticed Anne huddled in the
middle of the cell, violently hacking and wretching, coughing up
blood and bile, barely able to breath, her gasping voice a
disgusting rasp.  She was being tended by Lindsey and Rachel
McAdams.  Once Beyonce realized I was not just going to abuse her
in the cell like I had with Anne, but that I was removing her
from the cell (she'd seen and heard enough to know what that
means), she started frantically screaming and grabbed onto the
bars of the cell door.

"NO! NO! NO! NO! NO DON'T YOU TAKE ME OUTA HERE! YOU LEAVE ME
ALONE!  YOU CAN'T DO THIS YOU CAN'T FUCKING DO THIS YOU CAN'T
DOOO-HOO-HOO-HOO-HOO THIIII-HI-HI-HI-HI-HIIIIIIIISSSSSS!"  She
was desperately crying, and refused to let go of the bars. 
Growing impatient, I dropped her ankle and immediately pounced on
her, grabbing each of her large tits in one hand, and squeezed. 
Hard.  I dug in my fingernails, I twisted and wrenched them in
all directions, all in effort to make her let go.  As I was
working toward that, however, the strangest thing happened.  I
felt a light tap on my back, followed by a few pathetic little
wisps of feeling on my shoulders.  Letting go of Beyonce's right
chesticle, I reached behind me ready to swat a fly, and instead
came away holding a human head.  It was attached to the body of
Lindsey Lohan, who had seized my moment of having my back turned
to try and attack me.  I squeezed her head and flung her,
one-handed, across the room.  Refusing to waste any more time, I
squeezed Beyonce's left tit until I felt like it might pop, and
with my free left hand began punching her in the face.  It only
took one wallop to her jaw to make her let go, but I gave her
three more, just for good measure.  I grabbed her wrists to make
sure she couldn't grab anything, and quickly dragged her from the
cell.  I slammed the door shut behind me and pulled Beyonce to
her feet, which was easy given her grogginess following my using
her as a punching bag.  I grabbed her hair and turned her around
so we were both looking into the cell we had just left, Beyonce
doing so for the last time.  My eyes found Lindsey, now holding
her knees tight to her chest and staring at me with pure hatred.

"Looks like you've got some fight in you, you scumrag dyke whore.
 Stupid.  Now your diva friend here is gonna pay the price."  I
grabbed a handful of Beyonce's hair, pulled her head back a few
inches, and rammed her face directly into the door.  One bar
smacked directly between her eyes, instantly knocking her
unconscious.  I let her fall to the floor and dragged her into
the middle of the room.  I dragged her right into the middle of
pool of blood and gore that Famke Jannsen left behind from my
razor cock assfuck and dropped her.  I was confident she wouldn't
be waking up anytime soon, and if she did, there was no way out
of this room.  The only door, which will only open to my touch,
led to the dungeon proper, which is intentionally designed as a
labyrinth that nobody but me can navigate.  Needless to say,
Beyonce wasn't going anywhere very far very fast.

I was making my way to the next cell I needed, farther down the
same wall as Beyonce's cell 2, when I suddenly realized that
there was a massive cacophony of screams and shouts coming from
all around me.  At first, I was surprised that they would all
react this way to something as simple as knocking one worthless
black chick out.  I mean, they'd seen me do a lot worse.  Then I
realized they weren't screaming in fear, but they were shouting
insults and threats at me.  Apparently, Lindsey Lohan's attack on
me had inspired a moment of solidarity and boldness on behalf of
my prisoners, which I knew I had to quash immediately.

"SHUT THE FUCK UP!"  Instantly, nearly every voice in the room
was silent.  In fact, there was only one bitch who continued
shouting.  It was only for two seconds.  Apparently she thought
my booming command wouldn't be enough to instill fear and awe in
all of her comrades, but she realized too late that it was not
the case.  She immediately cut herself off, but the damage was
done.  She was in cell 7, right next door to where I was headed,
so I didn't have far to go before I released a secret panel in
the stone wall and pulled out to .50-caliber Desert Eagle assault
pistol hidden there.  I walked in front of the cell door, aimed
the gun directly between Michelle Pfeiffer's eyes, and fired. 
The blast reverberated off the stone walls for a good ten
seconds, and when the smoke had cleared, Michelle was laying in a
bloody mess on the floor of her cell, the right half of her face
literally blown off after taking a point-blank direct hit from my
riot gun.  Her left hand and right foot twitched a little, and
her four cellmates had scattered, each to one wall, leaving her
alone in the middle of the cell.  The room was deadly silent (pun
intended).

"Anyone else wanna say something?" I asked calmly.  I didn't hear
a word, a peep, a breath in response.  Satisfied that I could
continue, I opened the door to cell 8.  I strode past Carrie
Underwood, who backed away from me with wide eyes that never left
my face, and grabbed my next victim by the neck.  Juliette Lewis
had been around for a while.  She had been a big crush of mine
when I saw her in Cape Fear, but she'd sort of petered out for me
since then.  I'll admit, I would rather have made use of Carrie
Underwood, but it was Juliette's turn in the rotation.  She
seemed to be in a state of pure shock, or perhaps pure terror
following my shooting of Michelle Pfeiffer, because she put up
almost no resistance to my leading her out.  She just walked
along mechanically trying not to fall.  We left the cell, and
locking the door behind me, I went through the same process with
Juliette that I had with Beyonce.  She was out cold the moment
her forehead slammed into the thick metal bar, and I dragged her
limp body to the middle of the room, unceremoniously dumping her
on top of the dark-skinned beauty now soaking in Famke Jannsen's
remains.  Beyonce hadn't moved from the spot where I left her. 
Even the gunshot hadn't disturbed her.

I still had one more bitch to collect before I could really get
to work, and my itchiness was getting better of me.  I hurried
over the cell 17 and rushed inside.  Jessica Simpson was cowering
behind Lacey Chabert, whom I viciously shoved out of the way.  I
yanked Jessica to her feet, spun her around to face the stone
back wall of the cell, grabbed her dumb-as-a-rock blond hair, and
smashed her face against the rough rocks.  Her nose shattered,
leaving a spattered blood spray on the wall, and four of her
teeth fell to the floor.  Before she even knew I was selecting
her, she was unconscious.  I slung her over my shoulder like a
bag of mulch and walked out of the cell.  On my way, I turned my
eyes to Lacey, who was hugging the wall I had thrown her into.

"One more worthless rag you won't be able to save, bitch," I said
to her.  She immediately broke down into gut-wrenching sobs,
remembering how she had done nothing to save Emma Watson, who
later went on to endure my most vicious, brutal, humiliating, and
abusive attacks to date.  With a smirk on my face watching
Lacey's shell crack, I dragged Jessica's limp, hotass body to
join Juliette and Beyonce in the middle of the room.  When I got
there, I dropped her from shoulder height.  She landed on her
shoulder, and I may have heard a crack, but she was effectively
out.  She didn't budge.  I turned to the congregation around me.

"Well, fuckwads, I'll be seeing you soon.  Don't expect to see
any of these three cunts again they're on the way to more agony
and death.  Don't get too comfortable though, bitches, because
it'll be your turn soon!"  Laughing out loud, I grabbed one
handful of hair from all three heads, collected them all in one
hand, and dragged Beyonce Knowles, Juliette Lewis, and Jessica
Simpson across the floor to their dooms, leaving a trail of blood
and mess behind from the gore in which they had been lying.  I
opened the main door with my free hand and proceeded through. 
Once more into the breach.  I took the three bodies a little ways
down the hall.  I had promised Alexis and Amy that I would occupy
a room right next to theirs so they could hear the screams and
suffering through the walls, so that was right where we went. 
Stopping at their room for a moment, I opened the door and poked
my head in.  Instantly, both of their heads shot up.  Alexis was
in pretty much the same predicament.  I had only been gone about
thirty minutes, not enough time for the dildo in her pussy to
shoot upward again.  Amy, however, didn't look like she was doing
very well.  She was still very much alive, but her nipples were
brazened brown, and sweat poured off of her in buckets.

"Just thought I'd let you whores know who the next bitches will
be to die.  Take a look."  Standing aside, I showed them the limp
bodies of my new batch.  Alexis gave a cursory, pitying glance at
them, then looked back at me.  Amy ignored them completely.

"Please," Alexis began.  "Please end this.  I can't take anymore.
 Please God just end it now.  Ple "  Her last words were cut off
as I closed the door without saying a word or changing my
expression in the least.

Continuing our journey to our final destination, I took Beyonce,
Juliette and Jessica one door down the hall, unlocked it and
dragged them inside.  I was instantly overwhelmed by the frozen
air that hit me, and my breath almost caught in my lungs.  Given
the circumstances under which my bitches would soon be dying, I
had to make this room's environment special.  Allow me to
explain.

There was a movie once called Saw.  Very inspirational movie, by
the way.  I highly recommend it if you're looking to get in to
this lifestyle.  In one of the sequels can't remember which one a
woman is left hanging in a room at sub-zero temperatures, sprayed
with cold water, and eventually frozen to death.  Ever since
seeing that movie, I've fantasized about trying that for real,
hence, the specialized environment of this particular room.  It
was kept at a steady   - 50 degrees.  Frozen air was constantly
pumped in through vents in the ceiling.  Inside this room, I had
two long ropes looped around pulleys in the ceiling, each with
hand loops to tie wrists with.  There was also a stone table in
the middle of the room, big enough to hold a slut's body and high
enough that I could work comfortable, without having to bend or
reach too far for anything.  After all, as you know, my safety
and comfort have to come first.

I dragged the three whores across the frozen floor and dumped
them in the middle of the room.  If I had any fears about them
remaining unconscious for so long that they died before waking
up, I knew the suddenly freezing environment would rouse them. 
After dropping them, I hurried over to a small alcove in the east
wall where I had left everything I would need to survive my time
in this room: A set of wool long johns, two pairs of wool socks,
fresh boots, a full-hood parka, a ski mask, and thick
thermal-lined gloves.  Everything was state of the art, so it was
sleeker and better fitting than those old photos you see of
people in the South Pole, looking all bulky and uncoordinated.  I
needed my freedom to move quickly and decisively, so I had
everything designed to be light and form-fitting.  And, of
course, there was a thick circular opening in the crotch of every
layer of pants I wore, to allow access for my most horrifying
weapon of all.  I dressed quickly it felt odd to be in clothes
again after being naked for so long, but I knew it was only
temporary.  It took about three minutes to get myself bundled,
during which I was colder than I've ever felt in my life.  I
could only imagine the utter agony my three subjects would be
feeling.

Turning my attention back to them, I found all three of them
stirring out of their unconsciousness.  Seems I was right about
the cold temperature waking them up.  As Jessica raised her head
slowly, I could see her shivering almost uncontrollably already.
She gave little squeaks and chirps to indicate her level of
discomfort, and I saw that her lips and fingertips were already
turning blue.  Juliette raised her arm off the floor and a large
swatch of her skin tore off, frozen solid to the icy stone
beneath.

"AAAAAAAAaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhh-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha!"  Juliette's
scream was cut short due to the cold her lungs couldn't hold as
much freezing air.  She sat up, gasping and shaking while she
stared at her shredded arm, blood flowing quickly from the wound
and freezing just seconds after hitting the floor.  Beyonce saw
what happened to her and chose not to move a muscle.

I went for Jessica first, grabbing hold of her thin arms and
hauling her onto the table.  With the restraints located in each
corner of the table, I strapped each of her extremities down at
the wrists and ankles.  She was lying spread eagle, her tight,
juicy, shaved pussy exposed to the air, a wisp of steam rising
from the heat of her box.  She had been the last of them to come
around, but she was aware of her situation now, the cold air
clearing her pounding head quickly, and she started crying and
pulling at the restraints, all the while lifting her round bubbly
ass off the table and flopping around as much as possible, trying
to avoid touching her bare skin to the frozen stone table.

"OH MY GOD OH MY OH MY GOD OH MY GOD OH MY GOD OH MY GOD
AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA
AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!"

I left Jessica there to scream and wail as I went to take care of
the other two.  I went for Beyonce first, who shrieked the moment
I tried to move her, no doubt convinced her skin would be damaged
the same way Juliette's was.  No such fate awaited her, as I was
able to move her with no major damage, just some areas that stuck
to the stone for a moment or two.  Who knows, maybe black skin is
less sensitive than white?  I tied her wrists tightly into one
set of bonds, preparing the pulley to which it was attached.  I
then went for Juliette to do the same.  She was in a sitting
position, apparently searching around for some way to avoid
having to face losing more skin.  I made the decision for her by
hoisting her from under her armpits and dragging her over to the
other rope and the other set of wrist bonds.  In lifting her up,
a large chunk of skin from each ass cheek remained behind, and
Juliette's ass was shredded, leaving a trail of frozen blood as I
dragged her to the rope.  Her screams lasted longer this time,
but felt dull and hollow in this frigid environment.

Once I had her secured, I began the machine that operated the
pulleys what, did you think I was going to hoist them up myself?
C'mon, my energy is better spent in other ways.  Soon, both
Juliette and Beyonce were suspended from the ceiling, their arms
stretched to the maximum, their wrists supporting their entire
body weight, their toes about six inches off the ground.  Not
much, I know, but enough that they could find no relief from the
strain on their shoulders. They could get no relief either, of
course, from the utterly mind-boggling temperature.  Juliette and
Jessica's lips and fingers were both blue now, and Beyonce's head
and teeth would not stop shaking and chattering.  It was kind of
an annoying sound, but it made me realize something.  Maybe
forcing a blowjob in this environment is not such a good idea.  I
could almost guarantee a few unwanted teeth marks from
involuntarily chattering teeth.  I was bummed, but I had just
gotten a quickie blow from Anne Hathaway a little while ago, so I
could survive on pussy and ass alone for a bit.

As they suffered from the cold, I was comfortable in my gear. 
Not warm, by any stretch, but it felt like a mild 50 degree day.
Chilly, but nothing my body can't work well in.  I walked around
them Jessica's head lay at Beyonce and Juliette's feet, so she
was pretty much just beneath them.  It was time to take the
torture up a notch.

"So, you pathetic excuse for a fuckrag skank, how do you feel?" I
directed my question at Juliette, giving her a sharp smack to her
already ruined ass when she didn't answer right away.

"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHA-HA-HA-HA-HA-HA!	 P-p-p-p-p-p-p-please,
I'mmmmmm ssssssssso c-c-c-c-c-cold!"  She struggled with each
word.

"Yeah, well don't expect to warm up anytime soon, you disgusting
shitcan. What about you, blackie?"  This time I addressed
Beyonce.  "How does your chocolate skin feel surrounded by this
cold?  Huh, you fucking jungle bunny?  How does it fucking feel,
nigger?"  Now, let me be clear.  I am not racist by any stretch
of the imagination.  Black, white, yellow, blue, it doesn't
matter to me.  But I do know it matters to others, and I like to
use that to my psychological advantage sometimes.  I knew
treating her like a piece of black trash and using the most vile
racial epithets I could think of would just torment Beyonce that
much more, so I decided to run with.  I was right, once again.  A
fresh batch of tears started rolling down her cheeks, freezing to
her skin before reaching her chin.  Next I moved on to Jessica.

"And you, you southern white trash redneck country whore.  How
does your naked body feel, freezing in this room?  Or is your
brain too stupid to process 'hot' and 'cold?'  How does it feel
being the stupidest fucking bitch in the entire world?"  Jessica
could only stare at me, shaking all over, but having given up her
flopping strategy.  "Or maybe a better question would be, how
would it feel to fuck the stupidest fucking bitch in the entire
world?  Well, fortunately that's a question we can answer right
now!"  And with that, I jumped up on the table, reached into the
hole in my pants, and yanked out my hard-as-a-rock massive rod. 
Jessica's eyes went wide and she drew in a sharp breath as I
lined up my cock head with her vaginal opening.  I paused a
moment, stared into her sad little eyes, and smirked.  She could
only get out one word.

"P-p-p-p-p-lease."  With my smirk a little wider, I chuckled, and
drove inside of her.  I was instantly back in the state of
physical ecstasy that violent rape always brings me to, and
Jessica was instantly in a state of extreme pain and shock.  As
well as getting the shit raped out of her, she was also freezing
cold, while I, meanwhile, was feeling warmer than I had been
since entering the room.  I had no fear that my dick would get
too cold, because any time I had it out of my pants, it was going
to be buried somewhere nice and warm.  As I pounded inside of
Jessica Simpson's shaved cunt, I felt a warmth radiating through
my body that fueled me on.

"Oooooooooooooohhhhh fuck yeah, you scummy little worthless white
trash piece of ass.  Fuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuck that pussy feels so
nice!  So nice and tight around my big cock!  Oh fucking shit
that's good, ooooh that's sooooooo fucking
gooooooooooooooooooooooood!"  I lay flat on top of her, placing
my hands on either side of her head.  I felt her round, soft,
huge globes squash against my chest, and from this position, her
face was about one inch from mine, and I could savor up close
every twitch and spasm of pain and suffering my cock gave her. 
"Ooooooooooooooooooooooohhh fuck yeah I love looking right into
your ugly fucking face while I rape the stuffing out of your
pathetic little cunt!  Yeeeeeeaaahh, show me that pain, bitch. 
Show me how much it hurts that my huge man log is tearing up your
tight little pie!  Fucking give me that goddam pain!  Scream! 
Scream for me you shit-faced little rag of a fuck!  Fucking cry
and scream and call for your fucking mommy to come save you!  She
ain't coming, whore!  It's just us here and no one is coming to
save your dumb blond ass.  Fucking scream for me you pathetic
little BIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIITCH!"

"OH MY DEAR GOD PLEASE NO! NO NO NO NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!  SO BIG!
PLEASE OH GOD STOP!  OH LORD JESUS HELP MEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!
AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHH!! HAUGH!  HAUGH!
HAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!"  Jessica was focused on two
things: her suffering, and praying to her higher power.  I
remembered that she always claimed to be a nice little southern
farmer's daughter the good girl.  I guess it wasn't totally an
act.  I, meanwhile, turned my attention to Beyonce and Juliette,
suspended just above and in front of me.

"Are you watching this, you fucking little rape cows?  It's gonna
be you soon!  Beyonce, I'm gonna love drilling this thing inside
your fat nigger ass!  You colored cunts stink like shit, and soon
my cock is gonna stink like your nigger bitch shit too, because
I'm gonna fucking demolish you with this dick.  And you,
Juliette, I'm gonna love hammering away at your ratty little cunt
too.  Gonna fuck it right up.  You're gonna be fucking bleeding
when I pull out of you!"  They both just hung there, swaying
gently in the breeze from the cooling vents, shivering and
awaiting their turn.  Temporarily done with them, I turned my
attention to the business just beneath me.

"That's right, you ragass piece of worthless trailer scum.  Take
that fucking rod deep inside your cold pussy!  Fucking feel me
gutting you with my huge shaft just pounding away inside your
little hole!  Juicing me up so nice and milking that fucking
cock!  SHOW ME, WHORE!  SHOW ME HOW YOU SUFFER!  GIVE ME THOSE
SAID FUCKING EYES, BITCH, WHILE I FUCKING HAMMER THE GODDAM SHIT
OUT OF YOUR FREEZING FUCKING
PUSSYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY!  OOOOOOOHHHHHH
FUUUUUUUUCK!  FUCK YOU FEEL GOOD YOU WORTHLESS LITTLE WHORE OF A
CUNT UUUUUUUUUUUUHHHH!  UGH!  UGH!  UGH!  UGH!  UGH!"  I started
making quick, hard bursts with my hips, about one every second
(pretty slow pace for me, you know).  Each time I shoved inside,
I gave a low guttural grunt of satisfaction, while Jessica gave a
loud, sharp yelp of pain.  Eventually I returned to a more
regular pace and continued that way for another ten or fifteen
minutes.  I didn't say a word the whole time, just grunted and
moaned, but never let my eyes stray from hers.  I kept her right
in front of me, holding her head firmly on both sides so she
could not move it.  I reveled in every ball-tickling facial
expression she made.  She cried and yowled the whole time.  After
the first five or six minutes of her brutal rape, Jessica's lungs
and voice began succumbing to the cold.  She had lasted much
longer than Juliette, would could barely get out one solid
scream; maybe her singer's lungs were stronger and better
equipped for such extreme conditions.  Anyway, eventually her
ear-piercing squeals turned into high-pitched, soft mewls of
unimaginable suffering, and tears continued to streak her face,
each one leaving a paper-thin sheen of salty ice in their wake. 
Jessica's lips had turned a violent shade of purple, streaked
with hints of gray in some places, and every inch of her skin had
a faint bluish tint to it.  Her bottle blonde hair was frozen
into icy dreadlocks, and little crystals had formed on her
eyelashes.

I was very much enjoying the crystal-clear smoothness of
Jessica's shaved cunt, but my thoughts couldn't help from
straying to the other two subjects suspended just above me.  I
wondered what they must be feeling at that moment.  They had
first-row seats to the most brutal rape they could ever imagine
(though certainly not as brutal as it could have been.  Just ask
Emmy Rossum.), their shoulders had been under the strain of their
entire body weight for a good twenty minutes, and their bodies
were exposed, bare naked, to the most extreme conditions they had
ever encountered.  Juliette's skin had the same bluish tint that
Jessica's did, and I saw that her hands had begun to turn a
sickening shade of black.  Frostbite had already begun to set in,
no doubt exacerbated by the bonds around her wrists, cutting off
circulation to the area.  Her hands were effectively dead.  The
same could not be said for her feet, though signs of frostbite
had appeared on her smallest toes.  The red polish of her
toenails, a remnant of her last night of freedom, when I'd
kidnapped her leaving a charity function, was cracked and flaking
off.  Her head hung low, her chin pressing into her chest, which
was rising and falling with each slow, labored breath.  As for
Beyonce, her hands were in the same condition, though her feet
showed no outward signs of frostbite, and her skin color hadn't
changed as drastically as the other two.  I had a feeling that
Beyonce's body had an advantage in this temperature, as her
curves and rounded black ass insulated her a little better. 
Regardless, she was still clearly feeling the effects.  Her hair
was in the same condition as Jessica's, though her lips were
completely ashen.  Her earlobes were the same color.  Unlike
Juliette, Beyonce held her head high, staring straight ahead at
the far wall, probably trying to ignore the sounds of Jessica's
rape and think of anything other than the stifling cold.  Her
breaths were coming in short, shallow bursts, her eyes wide and
glazed, the whites standing out more starkly against her freezing
face.  I had a feeling that, currently, the temperature was
affecting Jessica far less so than the other two, as she likely
had most of her brain power focused on the pain in her redneck
crotchbox.  She may likely have been in too much pain to feel the
cold very much, but for Juliette and Beyonce, they'd had nothing
to do but hang there and feel it all around them.

As much as I was enjoying Jessica's luscious rapehole, I felt as
if Juliette and Beyonce were missing out on something.  It was
time they feel the wrath of my manly invader, increasing their
suffering to levels closer to Jessica's.  I had promised Juliette
that I would make her twat bleed before I was done, and I told
Beyonce that I was going to take her in the ass.  Since I always
like to go pussy first (don't know why, just a personal
preference), my target was Juliette.  I prepared to take on the
task as I looked into Jessica's eyes.

"Well, bitch, I'm about done with you for now.  You've served
your only real purpose: bringing my huge cock pleasure with your
tight pussy.  Oooooooooooooohhhhhh yeah one last moment inside
that hot little cunt!"  Just before pulling out, I gave one final
thrust, burying ten inches of cock inside her, and held her there
for a few seconds.  As I slowly removed my rod from inside her, I
spat right in her dumb cunt face, once in her eye and once in her
mouth.  When I got up on my hands and knees, I wound up my fist
as hard as I could and punched her twice in the same eye I had
spat in.  Her eyebrow broke open and blood started streaming down
her face, running right through her eye.  As her head snapped
back for the second time, I saw that she was knocked out, and I
hopped off the table, leaving her there to freeze on the hard
stone.

Before I sunk myself into Juliette, I had another quick torture
to inflict on her and Beyonce.  If I can take you back to the Saw
movie I used as inspiration for this room, you'll recall that I
mentioned the killer spraying his victim with freezing water. 
That ought to give you a pretty good guess as to what I had in
mind.

Just behind each of them was a metal pipe running from the floor
to the ceiling, and the side facing my two victims was perforated
top to bottom with tiny holes.  I walked over to the wall that
held the water controls for this room, and turned the knob on
full.  Freezing water, set at precisely 40 degrees Fahrenheit,
sprayed from the pipes, instantly covering Juliette and Beyonce
head to toe in icy told fangs of delicious suffering.  Although
the bulk of the spray landed on their backs, the water came out
in a fine mist which clouded around them, coating the rest of
their bodies as well.  Some landed on Jessica as well, but she
had no reaction in her unconscious state.  For Juliette and
Beyonce, however, it was another story altogether.  Their screams
pierced the walls of the room, no doubt carrying to the room next
door for Alexis and Amy to hear.  From a safe distance away from
the water, I watched with amusement.

"OH MY GOD OH MY GOD OH MY GOD OH MY GOD OH MY GOD OH MY GOD OH
MY GOD OH MY GOD OH MY GOD OH MY GOD OH MY GOD OH MY GOD OH MY
GOD OH MY GOD OH MY GOD OH MY GOD OH MY GOD OH MY GOD!!!"  That
was Beyonce's reaction, and it was instantaneous.  Her eyes
suddenly snapped back into clear focus as every nerve on her
chocolate body was screaming in searing pain.  She was kicking
her legs, shaking her head, and flopping around in her restraints
like a jellyfish.  Juliette's reaction was more gradual, though
less coherent, than Beyonce's.

"aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA
AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA
AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA
AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHH!!!"  She had started out quiet and
low, her body not moving a muscle.  Each moment, however, her
volume and pitch increased exponentially.  Her body never moved,
though she did slowly lift her head, raising her face and
screaming to the ceiling.  Her eyes were clinched shut, and her
teeth were bared within her snarling lips.

I let the spray go for only ten seconds, but I'm sure it must
have felt like a lifetime to the two bitches enduring it.  I took
in every detail, knowing, of course, that you would want to know
as much as possible.  Hey, I'm always looking out for you, my
fans.  The instant the final hovering mists of water fell to the
ground, I strode over to Juliette and grabbed her hips.  It's a
good thing I had my thermal gloves on, because I'm sure my hands
would have frozen right to her skin without them.  I reached all
the way around and placed my hands on the inside of each thigh,
then pulled outward, spreading her legs and her cunt apart.  I
aimed by sight alone, but being the experienced lover that I am,
a hit a bulls-eye on my first attempt.  Once Juliette's fuckbox
had established a solid hold on my cockhead, I let her have it. 
She, meanwhile, had never stopped screaming from the freezing
water that now covered her body, and I'm not even sure she
noticed me entering right away, wrapped up as she was in her
frozen suffering.  I have to admit, on first contact, my entire
cock gave a massive shuddering jerk as it reacted to the cold
water on her skin, but I endured it, knowing that, once I was
inside of her, the cold would become a distant memory.  I
couldn't have been more right, as the warmth of Juliette Lewis'
pussy walls enveloped me in a fresh bubble of Spring, and I
tightened my grip on her thighs, starting to thrust upwards into
her passage with renewed strength and force.

"Oooooooooooooooohhhh fucking shit yeah that fucking freezing
pussy feels so nice inside.  Yeah fucking that huge cock up into
your tight little cunt, you fucking whore!  Uuuuuuggghhhhh feels
so fucking good while I rape the shit out of that sweet little
muffin!  Fucking take that goddam ram rocket all the way up that
dirty fucking sluthole!"  As I got a strong and fast rhythm
going, Juliette started to have a more physical reaction to my
invasion.  Her ass cheeks were jiggling like the waves of the
ocean, and her screams and jerks fell in time with my most
punishing thrusts.  In order to get a more powerful attack going,
I adjusted my grip on her legs.  One at a time, I reversed the
position of my hands, so that I was now holding her legs from
underneath, rather than over the top.  This way, I didn't have to
fight gravity as I used her luscious body to my advantage.  In
this case, rather than use my arms to hold her up, I decided to
use her legs to hold me up, leaning backwards and resting all my
weight on her thighs and shoulders, keeping her legs spread wide
apart to allow for smooth action.  I heard to rope strain under
the weight and strength of my force, but I knew it would hold. 
Once my grip and position were firmly set in place, I drove into
her with added speed and strength.

"Oh my God oh holy fucking yeah, bitch, that's it!  That's how it
feels to fuck a man like me!  It feels like I'm making you my
worthless fucking piece of bitch meat while I drill my huge cock
inside you, doesn't it? Oh yeah oh yeah OH FUCKING YEAH YOU
SHITTY LITTLE DISGUSTING PIECE OF SHIT!  TAKE THAT ENORMOUS
FUCKING DICK INSIDE YOUR HOT FUCKING CUNT AND FEEL ME FUCK THE
SHIT OUT OF YOU AND MAKE YOU
MIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIINE!"

"AAAAAAAAAAAAAHA-HA-HA-HA-HA-HAAAAAAAAAAA!  NOOOOOOOO
NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO-HO-HO-HAUGH! OOOOOOOOOOOOOHHH
GOOOOOOOOOOOOOD PLEASE NOOOOOOOOOOOOO! OH YOU'RE KILLING
MEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!  G-G-G-G-G-G-GOOOOOOOOOOD
N-N-N-N-N-N-NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!
AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA
AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA
AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHH!!!"

"FUCK YOU, YOU DISGUSTING LITTLE WHORE OF A CUNT!  OOOOOHHH GOD
YEAH THAT PUSSY FEELS SO GOOD KEEPING MY COCK NICE AND WARM WHILE
I RAPE THE FUCKING SHIT OUT OF YOUUUUUUUUUUUUUUU!  FUCKING FEEL
EVERY INCH OF THAT HUGE FUCKING ROD TEARING UP YOUR PATHETIC
LITTLE HOLE!  FEEL ME!  FEEL ME!  FUCKING FEEL ME YOU FUCKING
BITCH!!!"
Juliette was beside herself.  Her head was shaking violently back
and forth, and chunks of her frozen hair were breaking off.  Her
screams grew quieter and weaker as the cold and my dick sucked
the wind out of her lungs.  I noticed beneath me that Jessica was
slowly stirring, and as I looked to my left, I saw that Beyonce
was watching us out of the corner of her eye.  A look of horrific
trepidation covered her face, and I could tell she was dreading
having to feel the force of my blunt object.

"Oh yeah, you black fucking nigger cunt!  Ooooooohhh, you wanna
know what it feels like?  You wanna know how it feels to have a
12-inch monster chewing its way through your monkey ass?  God,
I'm gonna plow this baby right up you shit chute, you fucking
cunt!  Oh yeah gonna rape the stuffing out of you!  Gonna
demolish that round fucking colored ass!"  Beyonce refused to go
down without a little bit of begging for her life.

"P-p-p-p-p-p-p-p-p-please.  Oh G-g-g-g-g-gu-gu-gu-gu-god I'm so
co-co-co-co-co-cold.  P-p-p-p-p-p-p-p-p-p-please
l-l-l-l-l-l-l-l-l-l-let m-m-m-m-m-m-m-me
g-g-g-g-g-g-g-g-g-g-go."

"Oh, no fucking way, bitch.  No way am I letting you off the
hook.  Oh no, you're gonna feel my prick and then you're gonna
die, just like these other two worthless bitches.  Yeah, I'm
talking about you, too, Jessica, you dumb fucking cow of a whore!
 Oh yeah, I'm not done with you yet."  Jessica had come fully
awake by now, and had immediately begun crying when she saw what
was happening around her and once again felt the cold teeth of
freezing death envelop her sensitive skin.  I turned my attention
back to the cow hanging beside me.

"Fuuuuuuuuuck, I'm about ready to pull out of this fucking pussy,
nigger.  I'm about ready to feel some asshole around this cock. 
Some nigger bitch jungle bunny monkey asshole!  Oh yeah, it's
your turn, Beyonce, you sick, twisted rag!  Get ready, baby,
'cause I'm coming in right now!"  I quickly pulled myself out of
Juliette's ragged cunt, and saw that my dick was smeared with
blood.  Looking at her crotch, I saw that she was bleeding
profusely from her cunt hole, just like I'd promised she would. 
I gave her ass three firm slaps as I moved away and lined myself
up for Beyonce.  Although I had just told her I was about ready
to move on from pussy rape to ass rape, I had a sudden change of
heart.  Oh, don't get me wrong, I had every intention of raping
the living shit out of her ass, but I wanted to sample that
chocolate cunt a little first.

I took Beyonce in a different position than I had Juliette. 
Rather than hold her legs up and apart, I placed my legs between
her thighs and spread them apart.  With my hands, I reached up
and grabbed a firm hold of her luxuriously large tits.  As I've
said, I actually prefer small titties, but it doesn't mean I
don't appreciate the large kind as well, nor does it mean that I
don't know what to do with them when I have them in front of me.
I spread my fingers wide and kneaded the black titflesh with
reckless abandon.  Mixed in with her frozen moans of humiliation,
Beyonce gave a few small yelps of pain as my exploring fingers
took off chunks of ice that had bonded to her breasts, sometimes
taking a little bit of flesh with them.

Just as I was getting ready to make my initial entry, the
funniest thing happened.  As I was mauling her rack, I went to
pinch her left nipple between my thumb and index finger.  Once I
had a firm hold, I squeezed and pulled very hard, and after two
sharp tugs, the tip of her nipple came right off in my fingers. 
The base of the tip had formed a thin layer of ice between it and
her areola, and when the ice snapped free, so did my new
souvenir.  Beyonce's screams were loud and immediate.

"OOOOOOOOHHH MY GOOOOOOOOOOOD WHAT HAPPENED?  JESUS GOD NO WHAT
DID YOU DO TO ME?  IT HURTS, OH GOD IT HUUUUUUUUUUUUURTS!"

"Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha!  Your fucking nipple just snapped in half,
you stupid fucking bitch."  I was cracking up.  It was honestly
one of the funniest, most unexpected things I had seen in a long
time.  That's why I really got into this lifestyle: the memories,
you know?  Sometimes, magic just happens in little moments like
this one.

Sorry, got a little nostalgic there for a second.  Deciding to
add to Beyonce's pain and humiliation, I took the tiny ice cube
of her nipple and shoved it roughly up her tight asshole.  I
lodged it about halfway up, making sure it would stay put and
await the arrival of my cockhead in just a few moments.  That
being done, I replaced my hands on her huge boobs, and got down
to business.

"You ready, nigger?  You ready to feel me inside you?  Well, like
hide-and-seek says, ready or not, here I come!"  On "come," I
lifted myself onto the balls of my feet and thrust my hips
forward, aiming true once again and instantly feeling Beyonce's
sweet, creamy pussy hug my cock, as if it were waiting for my
vicious invasion.

"Oooooooooooooohhhhh yeah, bitch, that's it!  That's right, I'm
getting right back to business, honey!  Oooooooohh right back to
fucking the shit out of worthless cuntslut bitches like you! 
Making your tight, nasty pussies feel the power of my fucking
manhood!  Oh yeah, take that cock!  Take it!  Fucking take it
deep inside your nigger cunt!  Fucking take it, you fucking
whore!  OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOHHHHHHHHH
YYYYYYEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHH YOU FUCKING
WORTHLESS DISGUSTING NIGGER BITCH MONKEY WHORE OF A SLUT
TAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAKE
IIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII
IIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIT!!!"  Wow, I guess
I was fired up.  I stopped mauling my hands all over her tits and
decided instead to dig my fingernails in deep, lean back, and use
them instead to support my weight.  I dug in with all the
considerable strength in my big hands and really started plowing
away.  I got ten inches deep when I decided I'd had enough of her
cunt.  I quickly pulled out, and, without missing a beat, shoved
myself right into her asshole.  It was a beautiful maneuver, I
wish you could have seen it.  I never even slowed my pumping
motions down.  In one swift motion, I was out of one orifice and
into another.  My aim and my concentration were that good.  And,
just as I expected, I felt the little nub of her nipple, buried
about four inches inside her ass.  Beyonce definitely noticed my
invasion and the sudden new destination of my cock.

"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHH! 
OOOOOOOOHHHHHHHH GOOOOOOOOOOOOOD NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!  MY ASS
PLEASE GOD NOT MY ASS AAAAAAAAA-HA-HA-HA-HA-HA-HA-HAAA!
STOOOOOOOOOOOOP!  PLLLEEEEEEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAASE
STOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOP!"

"OH MY FUCKING GOD BITCH THAT ASSHOLE JUST TOOK THAT FUCKING ROD
RIGHT IN!  OOOOHHHH FUCK YOU'VE BEEN FUCKED IN THE ASS BEFORE,
HAVEN'T YOU?  HAVEN'T YOU, YOU DISGUSTING LITTLE WHORE?  OH,
YEAH, YOU BLACK NIGGER WHORES ARE ALL THE SAME, LETTING ALL YOUR
THUG RAPPER BOYFRIENDS GANGFUCK YOU UP THE ASSHOLE LIKE A LITTLE
HOOD RAT!  OOOOOOOOHHHHH FUCK YOU'VE NEVER HAD ONE LIKE THIS,
THOUGH, HAVE YOU?  NO FUCKING WAY, BITCH, MY MASSIVE COCK DWARFS
THOSE NIGGER FUCKING COCKS THAT YOU'RE USED TO!  OOOOOOOOOOOHH
FUCK YOU'VE GOT 12 FULL INCHES OF MAN MEAT UP INSIDE YOUR HOOD
RAT ASSHOLE, YOU FUCKING WHOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOORRRRRRE! 
OOOOOHH FUCK YEAH!  YOU KNOW YOU'RE THE EIGHTH FUCKING BITCH I'VE
RAPED IN THE LAST DAY, BITCH?  OH YEAH, EIGHT FUCKING DIFFERENT
HOT BITCHES LIKE YOU HAVE FELT THIS FUCKING ROD INSIDE THEM,
SLUT!  HOW DO YOU LIKE IT, HUH?  HOW DO YOU LIKE THAT MASSIVE
PIECE OF MANHOOD RIPPING THAT NIGGER ASSHOLE TO PIECES AND
FEELING SOOOOOOOO FUCKING
GOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOD!"

"PLEASE, JESUS CHRIST PLEASE NOOOOOO NOOOOOOO NOOOOOOOO
NOOOOOOOOOO NOOOOOOOOO NOOOOOOOOO NOOOOOOOO NOOOOOOOOO
NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!"

"OH YEAH YOU THREE FUCKING BITCHES HAVE GOT ME SO FUCKING HOT! 
SO FUCKING READY TO RIP YOU UP INTO LITTLE FUCKING PIECES!  OH,
WHAT DO YOU SAY WE TURN THIS SHIT UP A NOTCH, HUH?  I THINK IT'S
ABOUT TIME TO START FUCKING ENDING YOU THREE, THAT'S WHAT I
THINK!  GET READY TO FUCKING DIE, BITCHES, BECAUSE IT'S STARTING
NOW!"  I had worked myself up into quite a furious frenzy.  I
yanked my full rod out of Beyonce's asshole and gave her a hard
shove as I threw myself towards the far wall.  I had two things
to do over here.  First, I turned the nozzle back on and released
more freezing water onto Beyonce and Juliette's already
unbearably cold bodies.  Second, I opened a compartment in the
wall, one which housed a very simple, very old school, yet very
useful, implement of torture.  I took it from its shelf, turned
off the spray, delighting in the screams coming from the two
hanging whores, and stormed back to the stone table, where
Jessica had been watching me the whole time.  When she saw what
was in my hand, and that I was heading directly towards her with
it, she broke out of whatever shell of restraint was left to her
and flew into an immediately uncontrolled panic.

"NO! NO! NO! NO! NO! NO! NO! NO! NO! NO! NO! NO! NO! NO! NO! NO!
NO! OH MY GOD NO! NO YOU CAN'T!  YOU CAN'T DO THAT TO ME OH MY
GOD OH MY GOD OH MY GOD PLEASE JESUS CHRIST FATHER ABOVE SAVE ME
PLEASE GOD NO OH MY GOD
NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!"  During her little
tirade, I made my way to the table, jumping on top and lining up
between Jessica's legs.  I placed my tool on the table behind me
(no, not that tool, I mean the one I had just gotten out of the
wall.  C'mon, guys, get your heads out of the gutter), and took a
firm hold of my dick.  Not wasting any time on Jessica's steaming
cunt, which I had already experienced, I went right for her
asshole.  With the destructive force and brutality behind my
attack, I was able to get myself inside her, but it was clear
from the get-go that raping Jessica Simpson's ass would not be
the same as raping Beyonce Knowles' ass.

"Ooooooooooooohhhh fuck, you're fucking tight in there, you
trashy piece of whore ass!  Oh Goooooooooooood, I bet you've
never had a single cock up your ass, have you?"  In her incessant
screaming and flailing, I distinctly saw her shake her head at my
question.  It was beautiful she was an anal virgin. 
"Oooooooh-ho-ho-ho-ho-ho-ho-ho-hoooooooooooooo you fucking little
bitch, I love that!  I love that I'm the first one to plow your
asshole!  Oh, those fucking pop stars and football players
couldn't ram that ass, but I can!  Oooooooohhhh yeaaaah I'm
drilling my huge cock into a brand new fucking hole!"  My hips
were going warp speed, completely shredding Jessica Simpson's
not-so-virgin-anymore asshole.  Blood was flowing freely as my
cock broke through previously untapped country, ripping open
tears and fissures in her anal cavity.  I had eight blood-soaked
inches buried inside of her when I reached behind me.

I blindly felt for the thick metal handle, and when I got it in
my grasp, I hoisted the heavy instrument around in front of me. 
As I continued assfucking Jessica, I yanked hard on the cord
attached to it.  It took three attempts with the cord, but I soon
got my three-foot long chainsaw up and running.  As soon as
Jessica registered the trademark
vvvvvvvvvrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr of a chainsaw blade, her eyes
flew open and her screams exploded from her mouth.

"OH FUCK OH SHIT OH FUCK ME OH GOD NO PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE
PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE
DON'T DO IT DON 'T FUCKING DO IT PLEASE JESUS CHRIST
NOOOOOOOOOOOO!
NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO
OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO
OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!"  Her screams bellowed through
my ears as I slowly brought the blade down towards her right hip.
 She was jerking and flailing against her restraints like an
electric current was running through her, and it was actually a
spasm from her hips that made the initial contact with the blade.
 The instant the rotating teeth met with Jessica Simpson's soft
tissue, her skin broke open in jagged flaps and blood began
spraying in all directions, covering the two of us in her warm
fluids.  As I slowly brought the blade down through her leg, her
already tight asshole squeezed and twitched and jerked around my
cock, heightening the pleasure I was feeling.  I would guess,
however, that pleasure was the last thing Jessica was feeling.

"OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO
OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOHHH
NNNNNNNNNNOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO
OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO
OOOOOO!!! 
NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO
OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO
OOOOOO!!!
NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO
OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO
OOOOOO!!!"

"OH YEAH YOU FUCKING WORTHLESS DISGUSTING SCUMPIG I'M CUTTING
YOUR FUCKING LEG OFF!  OH MUTILATING YOU AND CUTTING YOU UP INTO
FUCKING PIECES WHILE I RAPE THE FUCKING SHIT OUT OF
COUNTRY-BUMPKIN ASSHOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOLE!  FUCKING FEEL
THAT BLADE CUTTING THROUGH YOU THE SAME WAY MY HUGE COCK IS
CUTTING THROUGH YOU, JUST RIPPING THE SHIT OUT OF THAT FUCKING
ASSHOLE, YOU WORTHLESS CUNT!"  Jessica's entire body was shaking
as one.  I thought she might snap her neck from all the jerky
motions.  She certainly must have given herself a bad case of
whiplash.  I even stopped pumping my hips and just buried myself
as deep inside her as her virgin hole would allow just over ten
inches because she was moving around so much that she was milking
all the pleasure I needed out of my dick.  It was great, because
that way I could concentrate my efforts on the chainsaw.  I held
it slow and steady, and it took a solid 30 seconds to completely
remove Jessica's leg.  When the metal teeth ground against the
stone table top, I knew it was done.  I lifted the saw high above
my head and used my left knee to shove her severed leg aside. 
Jessica's ankle, although no longer attached to her, was still
attached to the restraint, and as her heavy leg fell to the floor
with a meaty thud, her ankle remained on the table, twisted at a
weird angle.  Her leg had been removed at about two inches below
the pubic bone, which left about one inch of leg meat between her
bleeding stump and her pussy

"Well, bitch, one down, three to go," I said to Jessica with a
smile on my face.  I don't think she even heard me over her own
wails, which I have no doubt Amy and Alexis heard clearly through
the adjoining wall.  Swinging the chainsaw down to the other
side, I now lined the blade up with her left leg, at precisely
the same point where her first leg had been amputated.  This
time, however, I decided not to take my time, and rather than
take her leg slowly, I simply shoved the blade down, slicing
through her skin and muscle in an instant and grinding through
her bone in one second flat.  Before she even knew what had
happened, Jessica Simpson had lost her second leg.  Her screams
were monumental.  Catastrophic.  Enough to wake the dead.  And
certainly enough to milk every ounce of pleasure imaginable out
of my cock.  If I had any fear that she would bleed to death
before I was done slicing her to pieces, they were quickly
alleviated when I looked at her right stump and saw that the
blood was already starting to coagulate.  Apparently the cold
temperature served multiple purposes.  Lucky me!

Temporarily satisfied, I released the motor on the chainsaw and
let it come to a stop.  I placed it behind me once again, and
shoved Jessica's severed left leg off the table, watching her
ankle twist in another odd way against the restraint that still
held it.  With all the leg room in the world and two hands now
free, I prepared myself to ride the Jessica train all the way
home.  I grabbed firmly to each of her hips, just above where my
pseudo-surgery had taken place, and rested my body weight
backwards onto my calves and feet.  This lifted what remained of
Jessica's body up off the table, and I was in a position to
thrust upward into her asshole.  Taking a deep breath and
preparing to ride the wave, I began, and after two pumps, I was
ten inches deep.

"OH MY FUCKING GOD YEAH THAT'S IT YOU LEGLESS FUCKING BITCH! OH
GOD TAKE MY FUCKING HUGE COCK SO DEEP INTO THAT TIGHT LITTLE
ASSHOLE WHILE I RIP IT TO SHREDS AND MAKE IT BLEED!  OH FUCK YOUR
FUCKING ASS FEELS SO FUCKING GOOD SUCKING MY MONSTER PRICK SO FAR
UP INSIDE YOUUUUUUUUUUUUUUU!  OH HOLY FUCKING CHRIST ABOVE THAT
ASS FEELS FUCKING AMAZING! YEAH!  YEAH!  YEAH!  YEAH!  YEAH! 
YEAH!  YYYYYYYYYYYYEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHH! 
OH FUCK, YOU KNOW, THAT ENGLISH COW EMMA WAS AN ASS VIRGIN TOO,
AND I GOT THIS WHOLE COCK INSIDE HER!  OH YEEEEEEEAAAAAAHH, MY
HUGE HAIRY BALLS WERE SLAPPING INTO HER BUTTCHEEKS WHEN I CUT HER
FUCKING HEAD OFF AND CAME INSIDE HER!  OH I'M GONNA DO THE SAME
THING TO YOU, BITCH!  OH FUCK YEAH, I'M GONNA SINK ALL 12 INCHES
OF THIS THING INSIDE YOU!"

"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO
GOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOD
NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO
NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO
NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO! PLEASE GOD
JESUS CHRIST YOU'RE FUCKING KILLING MEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE! STOP OH
GOD OH GOD OH GOD PLEASE FUCKING STOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOP! NO MORE
PLEASE NO MORE!  BEYONCEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!
JULIEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEETTE! HEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEELP
MEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!"


I had 11 inches in, but had yet to bury myself to the hilt.  It
was fine with me that it took some time.  After all, I knew I
could hang on for as long as I wanted, and it only increased my
pleasure and Jessica's pain, so I was all for it taking as long
as it could for me to sink my whole prick into her tight
asshole.

"Oooooooooohh they can't help you now, bitch.  Those two fucking
useless cunts up there can't do a thing to help your pathetic
ass!  Oh fuuuuuuuuuuuuuck yeah that tight asshole is just fucking
my rape cock so nice!  Yeeeeeeeeeeeahh, Juliette and Beyonce
can't help you because they're fucking freezing to death right
now!  Aren't you, you fucking whorepigs?  What's it fucking feel
like to be stripped naked in frigid weather, bleeding from every
hole that I fucking raped?  Can't say I'd understand, anyway,
'cause I'm nice and warm in here!"  I taunted them without mercy.
 They were both beyond words at this point, and an ultra-thin
layer of fragile ice was starting to form over them.  As the
water from the pipes had continued to accumulate as it stuck to
their naked forms, it had quickly begun to solidify.  In
Beyonce's case, ice covered her breasts, stomach, and down her
right leg.  For Juliette, everything from the hips and ass was
coated with thin ice.  It was so thin that every time they moved,
or even twitched, it would crack and flake off, though it was
usually replaced again in a matter of seconds.  I had plans in
mind to alleviate that problem, but before I could, I had one
more matter with Jessica to attend to.  As I continued to fuck
her ass, I dropped her hips roughly to the table and slowly
reached behind me.

"Remember what I fucking said to you earlier, bitch?  I said 'one
down, three to go.'  Well now it's two down, but we clearly
aren't done yet.  Hell, we're only halfway there!  You ready,
cunt?  You ready to feel this blade slicing through your body
again?  'Cause it's coming, whore!  Oh, fucking shit yeah it's
coming right now!  Ready, bitch?  Huh, you fucking ready?  You
ready for me to slice you the fuck the hell like the worthless
piece of fuckmeat you are?  Well, here it fucking comes, slut!" 
I yanked the cord and revved the engine into service again.

"NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO
OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO
OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!
NNNNNNOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO
OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO
OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!
NNNNNNOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO
OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO
OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!"  Jessica was frantic, her hips
gyrating enticingly around my cock deep inside her still had that
one inch to go.  With nowhere to go and no escape possible, it
wasn't long before the chainsaw began chewing its way through
Jessica's left arm, just below her shoulder in the crook of her
armpit.  There would be nothing left, not a single remnant, or
Jessica's arm, once I was done.

It took a total of four seconds.  I had intended for it to take a
little longer, but as I gave one particularly hard thrust into
her ass, Jessica gave an equally hard jerk forward with her hips
and knocking me the tiniest bit off balance.  I was quick to
recover my balance and my rhythm, but with such a long instrument
as the chainsaw, the tiniest movements sent the blade instantly
through her arm like a knife through hot butter.  Disappointed as
I was with this development, I looked on the bright side and
realized I had buried another half inch inside her.  Just one
half inch to go.

"OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOHHHHHHHHHHHHH FUCKING GOD, WE'RE GETTING THERE,
BABY!  OH, WE'RE SO FUCKING CLOSE NOW!  YOU'RE ABOUT TO BE AN
ARMLESS, LEGLESS STUMP OF BITCH MEAT FOR ME TO CARVE UP WITH MY
FUCKING PRICK!  YOU'VE ONLY GOT ONE FUCKING ARM LEFT, BITCH!  BET
YOU NEVER THOUGHT THIS COULD HAPPEN TO YOU,  DID YOU, YOU SPOILED
POP SLUT!  OH FUCKING SHIT YEAH, YOU FUCKING DESERVE THIS FOR
BEING SUCH A STUPID, SPOILED, WORTHLESS LITTLE BITCH WHO THOUGHT
SHE WAS SAFE FROM MANIACS LIKE ME!  FUCK YOU, JESSICA, YOU
DISGUSTING COW, I FUCKING HATE YOU!  OOOOOOOOOHHHHH FUCK I WISH
YOU COULD SEE WHAT I HAVE PLANNED FOR YOUR LITTLE SISTER!  OH,
LITTLE ASHLEE'S GONNA GET IT SOOOOOOOOOO FUCKING GOOD FROM ME,
BITCH!  SHE'S GONNA BE SCREAMING YOUR NAME WHILE I FUCKING
DESTROY EVERY INCH OF HER BODY AND FUCK THE SHIT OUT OF HER TIGHT
CUNT, OOOOHHH, BUT YOU'LL ALREADY BE DEAD, BITCH!  YOU'RE GONNA
BE FUCKING DEAD REAL SOON, BITCH!  OOOOOOHH AS SOON AS I'M
FUCKING DONE WITH YOU, BITCH, AND FUCKING SHOOT MY CUM INSIDE
THAT ASSHOLE, YOU'RE DEAD!  OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOHHH
FFFFFFFUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUCK TAKE THAT FUCKING COCK SO HARD! 
LET'S GO BITCH!  LET'S GET THIS DONE.  GIVE ME THAT OTHER FUCKING
ARM!"  I was absolutely crazed with bloodlust.  I was screaming
and panting and sweating like a demon.  I've watched the video
since (got me to sleep one night after a quick jerk), and my eyes
were mad.  Crossed, ablaze with fury.  I was covered from head to
toe in Jessica's blood, and I shouted incoherent, animalistic
noises as I raised my chainsaw high, shaking my head insanely
from side to side, up and down.  With a primal scream of passion,
I swung the blade down on her right arm, again at exactly the
same location I had on the other side.  I slammed through her arm
in an instant.  Jessica had no warning, nothing to wait through.
All of a sudden, before she could register it in her frozen,
mutilated mind, she was a complete amputee.  A lump of meat.  A
writhing, bleeding, squealing mass.

In my sadistic rage, I threw the chainsaw aside as soon as her
arm was off the table, letting it die in the air and crash
harmlessly to the ground several feet away.  I lifted myself so I
was basically standing on my knees, my back straight, my calves
and feet on the table behind me.  I grabbed Jessica tightly and
roughly by her hips and sides and lifted her up in the air so her
asshole was perfectly aligned with my cock.  She was considerably
lighter with no limbs to weigh her down, and I held her
horizontal to the table, about two feet off the surface, and
shoved her back and forth along my cock as I continued to drive
into her ass.  It wasn't long before my angry strength got my
cock all the way inside, and my balls did in fact start smacking
her ass cheeks.

"OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOHHHHHHHHHHHHHH FUCKING SHIT YEAH THAT'S IT YOU
FUCKER!  OH I'VE GOT ALL 12 INCHES UP YOUR ASSHOLE, JUST LIKE I
PROMISED, YOU SICK SKANKY PIECE OF TRASH!  FUCKING TAKE THAT
WHOLE HUGE COCK UP YOUR SHITTER WHILE I SMACK INTO YOU WITH MY
HIPS, WHORE!"  I kept on in this manner for another few minutes,
hammering and pounding away inside her shit hole, when I decided
it was time to start to bring this little session to a close.

I had been hoping to get inside of Juliette and Beyonce once
more, but the ice that had accumulated around their orifices was
a little too thick to jam my rod through, and probably would have
scraped and cut my dick something awful had I tried to maneuver
through.  Since I couldn't rape them anymore, they were of no
further use to me, and I decided it was time to end them. 
Dropping Jessica roughly onto the table, I flew to my feet and
stood before my two hanging prey.  My cock was throbbing I had
been fairly close to coming when I stopped fucking Jessica, and
my churning balls demanded that I get back to that business as
soon as possible.  Keeping that in mind, I focused on the task at
hand.

"Well, it's time, you two fucking cows.  I'm gonna snuff you
right the fuck out, and you're gonna be fucking dead any minute!
Oh God, yeah, then I'm gonna finish fucking that stupid cow on
the table while you hang dead just above us.  You'll be our own
little private audience for Jessica's death, sound good?"  At my
words, Beyonce started crying icy tears of fear and agony, while
Juliette actually gave a short sigh, as if she were praying for
this moment for the instant we entered the room.  Before their
final curtain, however, I wanted to abuse them once more, so I
placed my hand over Juliette's bleeding, frozen cunt, squeezed,
and yanked down as hard as I could, snapping off her pussy lips
with a glorious crack.

"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGGGOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOD PLEASE JUST
STOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOP!!!"

Moving my attention elsewhere, I grabbed a firm hold on Beyonce's
luscious left breast and began twisting the entire thing back and
forth, pulling and jerking until the ice that had formed around
the base snapped and her entire frozen tit broke free in my
hand.

"NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO OH MY GOD NO MY BREAST MY
FUCKING TITTY OH GOD PLEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEASE
AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGGGGGHHHHHH OOOOPH!"  That last low grunt
came when I whacked her in the head with the rock that her tit
had now become, and blood starting streaming from the cut that
open at the point of impact, just above her left temple.  I then
threw the weapon to the floor where it shattered into about nine
pieces, strode over to the wall, and released the water.  This
time, however, I had no intention of turning it off.  I was going
to let it stream over them until I was done with Jessica.  At
this point in their pathetic little lives, there was nothing left
for them to do but scream.

"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA
AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA
AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA
AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHH"

"FFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA
AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA
AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAMMMMMMMMMMMAAAAAAAAAAAAAA
AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGGGGGGGGGGGAAA
AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!" 
The screams from both of them were loud and endless, and I let
the sound of them wash over me and I got back into position to
finish with Jessica.  To do so, I lay myself flat down on the
stone table, on my back, and rolled what was left of her on top
of me.  There wasn't a single thing she could do to stop me,
except gyrate her hips or arch her back, which obviously didn't
do much to shake off my great strength.  I held her straight up
and down, perpendicular to my body, and lined my cock up, this
time with her pussy.  I decided I'd come in her fuck hole rather
than her asshole, and with a simple movement, lowered her onto
me.  She couldn't even squeeze her thighs or cross her legs to
hold off my invasion.  She tried to squeeze her pussy muscles as
tight as they could go, but that certainly didn't do much to stop
me.  Once I'd set up shop in her cunt, I began to frantically
lift her up and down my shaft

A little analogy here, for you gentlemen out there who have ever
tried a sex toy at home perhaps a blow-up doll, something to
penetrate yourself.  Well, I can confidently and with no shame
say that I have, and one of my favorite toys is a simply one. 
It's nothing more than a silicon shaft about six inches long. 
The outside is shaped like pussy lips and an asshole, and you
just lube up and slide in.  When I use mine, I like to lie on my
back, take two hands onto my silicon pussy sex toy, and ram it up
and down my cock with all the power in my arms.  This is the best
comparison I can think of to what it felt like to toss Jessica's
mutilated torso around.  I basically laid flat on the table, my
cock pointing straight up, continuously lifting Jessica's body to
the very tip of my prick, then slamming her back down all the way
to the hilt.  With no legs to kick or push, no arms to swing or
hold her balance, there was nothing she could do except feel it
and take every second of it.  I worked up to a pace of about two
slams down per second before I really felt my orgasm starting to
build.

"OOOOOH FUCKING SHIT GOD HELL YEAH, BITCH I'M GETTING READY TO
COME!  GETTING READY TO COME INSIDE THAT DUMB FUCKING WET CUNT! 
OOOOOOOOOOOHHHHHH GGGOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOD IT FEELS SO WARM AND
WET INSIDE OF YOU WHILE I RAPE THE FUCKING HELL OUT OF YOUR
DESTROYED BODY!  TAKE THAT COCK!  RIDE THAT HUGE COCK LIKE A
STUPID FUCKING COUNTRY COWGIRL AND FUCKING FEEL IT
AAAAAAALLLLLLLLLLL!!"  Jessica had stopped her screaming at this
point (which was fine, because Beyonce and Juliette were
screaming plenty loud for her).  She simply locked her lips shut,
stared her eyes straight ahead, and sobbed.  Every time I'd throw
her down my rod she gave a low grunt.

"OOOOOMMPH!  UGH!  MMMMMM! GUGH! GUGH! GUGH!
MMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM! MMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM!!!"

"OH FUCK!  OH FUCK! OH FUCK I'M GONNA FUCKING COME!  YOU HEAR ME
NEXT DOOR, YOU FUCKING BITCHES?  YOU HEAR HOW I'M DRILLING MY
COCK INTO JESSICA AND GETTING READY TO COME?  OH
FUUUUUUUUUUUUUCK
YYYYEAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHH!  THAT'S IT! 
THAT'S IT I'M FUCKING COMING!  OOOOOOOOOOOOOOHHH FUCKING SHIT
HERE IT FUCKING COMES ALL UP INSIDE YOUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUU!!!
OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOHHH!
AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGGGGHHHH!
UUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUGGGGHHHH!
FFFFFFFFUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUCCCCKKKK!
AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA
AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA
AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHH!!!"  With each shout and grunt and
burst from my cock, I slammed Jessica all the way down,
completely burying my cock up to the hilt, and holding her there
firmly for a second or two.  She was literally nothing more than
a sex toy now, and she was doing her job very well, as I was
coming with a solid rush of joy and pleasure.  It wasn't my best
orgasm in recent memory, but it was still pretty powerful, and
certainly brought a smile to my face, and a grimace to
Jessica's.	

When my final stream of cum had blasted its way into Jessica's
hotbox, I lifted off of my cock and threw her body across the
room.  She flew about five feet through the air before landing on
the ice-covered ground, and with no limbs to catch anything, she
slid all the way into the far wall with a solid thump.  I took
about 30 seconds to catch my breath, listening to the dying
screams of Juliette and Beyonce.

"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA
AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA
AAAA HA!...ACK!...GUAAA "  Beyonce's scream sputtered a suddenly
cut off.  I think the climactic shock to her system finally was
more than her body could take, and her heart simply quit.

"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUU
UUUUUUuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu..."  Juliette's
screams took a different turn, fading slowly out rather than an
abrupt end.  They were both coated in blue ice about half an inch
thick.  I know it doesn't sound like much, but imagine your
entire naked body encased in it.  Go ahead, take a second and
picture it.  Pretty nasty, huh?

Getting up, I turned off the water and picked up the chainsaw,
ready to put the finishing touches on Jessica.  I revved the
motor and walked over to her, my cock starting to go a little
limp.  She was just lying against the wall, staring blankly into
space, what was left of her body shivering violently in the
cold.

"Time's up, whore.  This is the part where you fucking die!  Say
hi to those other bitches I've raped and killed before you, and
be sure to send Ashlee my best when she meets you in slut Hell!"
I put one knee on her chest, completely immobilizing and
twitching or jerking she might do, and brought the chainsaw into
position just above her face, slowly lowering it closer and
closer.

"NOOOOOOOOOO! NOOOOOOOOOO! NOOOOOOOOOO! NOOOOOOOOOO! NOOOOOOOOOO!
NOOOOOOOOOO! NOOOOOOOOOO! NOOOOOOOOOO! 
NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO
OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!! OH GOD NOOOOOOOOOO!
NOOOOOOOOOO! NOOOOOOOOOO! NOOOOOOOOOO!
OURFATHERWHOARTINHEAVENHALLOWEDBETHYNAMETHYNNNGGGGHHHHHBLBLBLBLBL
BLBLBLBLBLBLGCKGCKGCKGASDFEROHFEELHJHKDHEILHAKHD "  I didn't even
let the dumb bitch finish her recitation of the Lord's Prayer. 
She died as she had lived: a dirty, sinful, disgusting whore.  I
brought the chainsaw straight down to her face from above, so
that the tip of the blade made first contact.  Jessica's head was
about eight inches from the top of her head to the tip of her
chin, and the blade was only about four inches wide, which was
perfect, because it allowed be to slice a giant gash right
through the middle of her pixie face.  Her whole body spasmed
violently, and her screams turned to explosive burbles and
gurgles.  After about five seconds of slowly, patiently lowering
the blade, I cut into her brain, killing her instantly, though I
kept pressing the blade until it was clean through her head. 
When I pulled it out and turned it off, I observed the damage.

It was a beautiful sight.  If you didn't know it was Jessica
Simpson beforehand, she would have been completely
unrecognizable.  Her blond hair was strewn in all directions,
matted with blood and ice.  Her left eye got caught by the blade
in one of her thrashings and was completely gone, though her
right eye remained open and blank.  Her teeth had all been jarred
loose by the spinning blade, and her tongue was completely
obliterated.  The mouth was cut right down the middle, and she
now had four lips.  The one the lower right hung by a thread of
skin, flapping lightly in the breeze of the cooling fans.  I had
just claimed another three bitches to add to my list.  My work
here was done.

I stood up over Jessica's mutilated corpse, cleared my throat,
and hocked a big loogie onto her tits.  I then walked to the wall
and replaced the chainsaw, now covered in blood, to its
compartment in the wall and sealed it shut.  I cut Juliette and
Beyonce down from their bonds, and they both crashed to the floor
with a massive thud.  They did each weigh about 50 pounds
heavier, and their bodies fell like stones.  Beyonce's right hand
exploded into a thousand shards of ice and frozen flesh. 
Juliette landed directly on her right foot, and her leg broke off
cleanly at the knee, leaving a faintly bluish red stump of frozen
muscle, skin, and bone behind.  Through the layers of ice that
was now their coffins, their pained and tortured expressions were
still clearly visible.  I left their wrists bound together, each
with a length of rope attached, so that I would have something to
hold onto and move them by.  I figured they'd be a little heavy
and slippery by now pretty awkward to have to carry back to the
common area.

I looped each rope once around my wrist and then grabbed hold of
the slack to ensure a firm grip, dragged them the wall where
Jessica's last moments had occurred, and grabbed a handful of her
hair.  She was considerably easier to transport than the other
two, given her sudden weight loss of limbs and blood and face. 
With the three dead bitches in tow, I made my way out of the
room.  As I exited, dropped all three corpses on the floor,
undressed, and threw my clothes through the open door, before
sealing it shut with my thumb print.  I didn't want to leave
things lying around making a clutter, or for some impossibly
lucky bitch to get her hands on them and allow herself a moment
of freedom from her nakedness.  No sir, I wasn't taking any
chances.  Which reminded me, my Razor Cock was still hanging from
a meat hook in front of cell 22.  I'd have to take care of that
if I wanted to keep my home a neat and clean one.

From the first time I had left Amy and Alexis in the room alone,
about two hours had passed, so I figured I'd go in and check on
them.  As we came to their room, I unlocked the door and dragged
Juliette, Beyonce and Jessica inside, just to show them off to
the two whores in here and increase their terror not that it
could really get much worse, given that they knew their own
horrible fates already, and were currently experiencing them.  I
brought the three bodies to the middle of the room for all to
see, then dropped them.

I walked over to Alexis, still bound and immobile and began
pressing into her belly, much like a doctor checking for a
hernia.  I was searching for a piece of solid resistance inside
of her, and I found it at the very base of her stomach, just
above her pelvis.  Slowly but surely, the dildo inside her was
making progress through her body.  As I had approached, Alexis
had eyed me warily, no doubt trying to imagine what I had in
mind.  As soon as I started pushing against her stomach, blood
squirted from her pussy and ran down the length of the pole to
the ground, and she began wailing and crying.  Her face was
already red and smeared with sweat and tears; it looked like
she'd been crying nonstop since I left her there.

"Well, looks like you're coming along, cunt.  Oh, but don't
worry.  I'm sure you still another three hours at least before
you die," I said to her with an evil smile on my face.  Before
walking away to check on my Amy meat, I wound up and punched her
as hard as I could right in the nose, spraying blood and
cartilage all over her face.  Her mouth instantly filled with
blood from her shattered nose, and she began coughing and
spitting it out in gobs.  I left her and went to Amy.

"And how about you, meat?  Are you tender?  Rare?  Well done? 
Let's take a taste and see, shall we?"  I grabbed the carving
knife I had left behind earlier and pinched off a solid chunk of
her ass flesh.  The front of her body was a deep red, which told
me she was tenderizing nicely.  Sweat poured off her in rivers,
and her hair was a soaking wet mop.  As soon as I grabbed her
ass, she responded.

"NOOOOOOOOO PLEASE DON'T TAKE ANY MORE OF ME GOD PLEASE OH GOD
PLEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEASE! AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHH!
AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHA-HA-HA-HA-HA-HA-HAAAAHHH!!!"  I
quickly sawed my knife through her assflesh and soon had a lump
of rare meat in my hand, about a quarter-pound worth.  It was
still extremely red inside, extra rare and bleeding all over my
hand.  I walked to her head, knelt down to stare in her face.  As
soon as she raised her head and made eye contact with me, I
raised the meat to my mouth and shoved about half of it in.  I
gnawed through the thick filet and chewed it slowly, wiping away
the blood that squirted out of my mouth and down my chin.  Amy
cringed, cried, and vomited right into the fire.  Smiling and
laughing to myself, I stood up straight, shoved the rest of my
snack in my mouth, and went to retrieve Beyonce, Jessica and
Juliette.  I hauled them towards the still open door and
swallowed my food, then turned to bid farewell to Amy and
Alexis.

"Well, sluts, like I said, it was going to be a good long while
before either of you die, and it looks like I'm right.  Don't
worry, you'll see me again.  In the meantime, keep each other's
pathetic company."  Alexis was still spitting blood from her
mouth and Amy was still screaming from the removal of her ass
chunk, but I think they still heard me.  I exited the room,
closed and locked the door behind me, and made my way down the
hall towards the common area.

When I opened the door, I heard several hushed conversations come
to a sudden stop.  I didn't really care what they were talking
about.  Even if they were somehow plotting to get together to
attack me and escape, my guard was on double-high since my
unfortunate blowjob incident with Amy (if you are unsure what I'm
talking about, go back and read the last entry in the series. 
It'll tell you everything you need to know).  Silence reigned as
I brought the three dead fuckbags in sight of the whole room of
prisoners.  Some cried and shrieked at what they saw, though
others who had been vocal before were now silent.  Everyone knew
what happened when bitches left this room with me, and most of
them probably accepted the inevitability that the next time they
saw that bitch, she was going to be dead.  I'm guessing the shock
of seeing Jessica's completely mutilated corpse must have been
great for most of them, though there were a select few bitches
who seemed oddly detached.  Either they had accepted their fate
and the fates of all the cunts here, or they were in a state of
complete trauma-induced shock.

I went to cell 2 first, where the meat hook that awaited Beyonce
hung.  Dropping the other two, I prepared myself for the final
bit of hard work to take care of.  This was going to be tricky,
hoisting a body-sized mass of ice and frozen flesh above my head,
not to mention holding her steady enough to impale properly on
the hook.  I lifted Beyonce by her hair to a standing position. 
She was directly beneath the hook, facing away from it towards
her cell.  I wanted to lift her as closely as possible to the
hook to begin with, just because I knew it was going to be an
awkward move.  I placed a hand on each hip, bent low to prepare
to lift with my legs, and jerked her straight up, instantly
transferring my grip from her hips to her buttocks.  I hit a wet
patch on her ass, however, and she slipped from my hands,
crashing to the floor and sending her frozen left foot tumbling
away with a loud crack.  That sure got the attention of the
audience.  Lots more crying, a few heaves of nausea.  Now that
was more like it.
I was cracking up to myself at my predicament, but vowed to get
the job done right this time.  Still chuckling lightly, I went
through the same process of getting her into position and raising
her up, only this time my grip was solid.  I was a bit off with
my aim, however, as the hook spiked into her back, rather than
the base of her skull, as I'd intended.  It didn't make much
difference, as the hook was embedded deep into the middle of her
back, just between the shoulder blades.  I figured this was the
first time I'd ever attempted something like this, and that,
given the circumstances, I should forgive myself a few
insignificant errors.  I took it as practice, since I still had
another frozen whore to go.

Moving on to said second frozen whore, I dragged Juliette, along
with Jessica towards cell 8, Juliette's final home.  I followed
the same procedure again, being as attentive and careful as
possible in regards to my timing, my power, my elevation,
everything.  Everything went smoothly this time.  In fact, I was
doubly proud of myself, because even though my aim was true this
time and the hook did connect with the back of Juliette's head,
there was not enough downward force to break through the ice.  I
actually had to lift her up again without a single slip and jerk
her back down onto the hook.  It worked perfectly.  I pierced the
ice, sending a spiderweb of cracks all around her head, and in
the next instant, Juliette's face was exposed as the ice
shattered to the floor.  Her expression had frozen in place, a
pained expression, her eyebrows arched, her eyes shut, her mouth
screaming, her teeth bared.  Because her head and not her back
had been impaled, the weight of her body pulled her down and
brought her face pointing straight ahead into the cell.  Carrie
Underwood stared in abject horror, and Piper Perabo turned away.
Mena Suvari and Anna Paquin held each other a little tighter,
supporting each other as much as they could.  I walked away with
saying a word.

Now I wonder if you thought I'd forgotten one detail of this
story.  No, I still remembered that Michelle Pfeiffer lay dead in
cell 7, having taken my gunshot to the face at point blank range,
and that's where I headed next.  I walked casually inside,
enjoying the fact that none of the surviving residents made any
attempt to escape.  Jenna Fischer seemed like she was thinking
about it she had felt an invasion from my fingers earlier during
Famke's murder, so she had more personal experience with me than
her cellmates but in the end was too scared to try anything.  I
paid none of them any attention, wanting them to understand how
little I thought of them.  They were not women.  They were not
people.  They were cunts.  They were sperm depositories.  They
were an arena for torture and amusement.  They were nothing, and
they knew it.

I locked the cell door behind me, and it didn't take me long to
get Michelle up on her hook as well.  I had no choice but to
impale her back, given that half of her head was missing, but I
was okay with that too.  As she hung there, I took a few moments
to shove my hand up her dead pussy.  Since I wouldn't get to
experience what it was like to fuck her, I'd have to settle for a
little finger bang.  She was pretty dry in there, but she was a
middle-aged woman.  We all know they dry up like a desert in
there once they reach a certain age, and she had obviously
reached it.

I'd violated her enough, so I took hold of the remainder of
Jessica Simpson and crossed the room to cell 17.  Hers was by far
the easiest decorating job I'd had so far.  Given how light she
was, and given that she already had a pre-made hole in her head,
she was a simple job.  I slipped the hole right around the hook,
got the point lined up in the middle of her head, and gave a
sharp yank straight down, forcing the hook up through her brain,
an inch of it poking up through the top of her head.

I looked around the room at the seven dead female bodies that
hung there.  It felt like quite a few, but I saw how many hooks
remained unoccupied, and I smiled to myself.  Still a
loooooooooooooooooong way to go, cowboy, I told myself.  I was so
happy at my state of affairs; every encounter with every bitch
who crossed my path so far had gone swimmingly.  I'd done things
to them sexual things, torturous things that they never could
have imagined living in their "safe" little bubbles.  Well, I'd
popped that bubble pretty quickly, hadn't I?  Fame meant nothing
to me.  Money meant even less, given how much wealth I already
have.  They deserved to have their perfect little lives ruined,
and I was just the man to do it.  Nothing was going to stop me.

I decided to take some time to myself, savor this feeling of calm
content and happiness, have a couple beers, maybe a few lines of
blow.  I left the common room without saying another word to
anybody, a smile growing on my face.  Once I exited the room, I
turned to the wall immediately to my left and popped a secret
panel, one that was impossible to notice if you didn't know it
was there.  Since I was the only one who did know, I felt the
secret was pretty safe.  When the panel revealed itself, I
pressed an entry code into the number pad, provided my thumb
print to verify my identity, and stood back as the door to my
private office slid aside.  

In here were all the amenities: a king-sized bed, three plush
leather chairs, a wrap-around leather sofa, a computer with WiFi
access, a television connected, of course, to every channel in
the world, as well as a closed circuit feed to every camera in
the dungeon.  Where else do you think I recorded all of my work
for future whacking off time? a fireplace, a full bar, a
refrigerator, a medicine cabinet stocked with every drug
imaginable, and a full bathroom.

I went to the bar and pulled out two bottles of Bell's Oberon
(the best beer ever created) and poured myself a shot of Maker's
Mark.  I placed my three drinks on an end table next my TV chair
(C'mon, fellas.  You know that every man, yes, even yours truly
has a TV chair, and God help anybody who tries to sit in it or
move it!), then went to the medicine cabinet and pulled out a
razor blade, a straw, a mirror, and a baggie of fresh coke.  I
placed them on the table as well and proceeded to cut up my
lines.  Don't think of me as a drug addict or anything.  Sure, I
like the occasional bump or toke, maybe even a hallucination or
two, but it's just for fun.  Usually enhances my sexual
experience.

It took about three minutes to cut myself three clean, thin
lines.  I set the razor down and snorted up two of lines, one in
each nostril, one right after the other, swallowed the drip, and
immediately threw back my shot of whiskey.  I felt invigorated
and excited as I sat there in my leather chair, feeling the
supple material surround my naked skin, now more alert and alive
as the drugs took effect.  I cracked a beer, put my feet up on my
footrest, and turned on the television.  I wanted to see what was
on the news.

To Be Continued...	















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