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Subject: STORY/NEW: Horrid Device
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Horrid Device

[if you're male, and under eighteen, you're even
hornier than I am. Why aren't you out there, 
getting laid? If I knew in high school, what
I knew now, I wouldn't even have glanced at a
computer... if you're female, well, you're even
more sick and twisted than I am. Cool!

First story, kind of weak in places, really a
first draft, but this stuff doesn't take kindly
to polishing, I've found. Kinda like turds. You
just shit them out, and go on... nasty depths of
the sub-conscious are never too coherent anyway.

Comes from inadequate sex as a kid, I guess.

So... I need a nome de plume, I guess, so all
you sick and twisted people (I'm referring to
the wacko Christians and wannabe cybercops that
troll for this shit, here, not the decent, law
abiding red-blooded Americans who get off on 
this shit, but live relatively vanilla lives)
can identify my distrinctive contributions to 
the Internet community. How about "Sadman"? 
That'll do, I guess.]

He looked over at the girl, who was strapped to the
gynecologists exam table, and smiled.

"This is an interesting device", he said conversationally,
gesturing to the machine he was about to wheel
over to her.

Her eyes were fixed on him; a sheen of sweat covered
her brow, her muscles were taut against the bindings
that held her down.

"It combines the virtues of a mechanical dildo with
those of a vaginal dialator... with each stroke, 
the mechanical penis increases in diameter by a small
amount; the effect is to have the dildo always be just
slightly too large for the woman involved, producing
extensive, painful friction."

He paused to examine the impact of his statement
as it sunk in. It was gratifyingly significant; 
muffled little noises of panic emerged from behind
the ball gag, and
the woman struggled frantically against her bonds,
her breasts bouncing and juggling about in a most
stimulating way.

"The effect can be 
enhanced by the judicious administration of irritants
to the genetial area, as well as by general stimulants,
but of course the largest effect [hehe] remains
the mechanical phallus itself, which gradually 
expands to the maximum diameter allowed by the 
female physique. Generally speaking, this is the
size of a newborn babies head."

He wheeled the machine over to her.

"Of course, the woman involved is basically 
ruined for conventional fucking afterwards,
generally needing to be delivered to the 
emergency room," he said, unstrapping his belt
as he positioned himself in front of her, "but
that is the sacrifice we make for commerce, eh?
This video is going to pay for my upcoming six
month tour of East Asia."

In fact, he would get a premium price for it.
The girl was a redhead, a fair skinned, freckled
Irish colleen, a nurse's aide, just a couple
of years out of college. She was what he liked
to call, "full figured"... generously sized
breasts (big enough to provide a full hand of 
flesh when grabbed), just enough extra weight to 
enhance her curves. Skin and bones didn't sell 
very well.

She was totally panicked, thrashing about violently
within the very limiting constraints of her bonds,
making undeciferable noises of protest as her
squeezed and kneaded her breasts (she had large
finger sized nipples, framed by bright rose
colored auroles the size of Eisenhower dollars...
he liked that).

"It would be a shame to let this opportunity go
to waste, seeing as how I'm going to be the last one
to have it. Reconstructive surgeons haven't been
too successful at putting together anything worth
fucking out of the left overs."

His dick was hard as a rock,
screaming for release, which he promptly gave
it, grabbing her hips and sinking himself into 
her with one quick stroke. She quit struggling
after that, just lay there trembling as he took
his time working to a conclusion. She gave a
mild squeal of protest as he dumped his load
inside her, more from his convulsive squeezing
of her breasts than any feeling of humiliation,
he thought.

"Damn, that was good," he said, "but now its
back to business."

After throughly cleaning her up, he swabbed
her out with dis-infectant, he applied his
special formula of spices and other irritants
to her genital area. Her eyes got very wide 
and she began to squirm frantically as the burning 
sensation sunk into her most tender places...
he grinned, "You ain't seen nothing yet, bitch.
After big boy has had at you, you'll be squealin'
like a stuck pig."

Stereotypical metaphor, he thought, but very apt.

He wheeled the machine into place, made a few 
adjustments after measuring the current dialation
of her vagina, and strapped it into position,
grinning with pleasure at the throughly panicked
expression on the girl's face as her true fate
literally sunk in. Her pale green eyes grew very 
wide and frantic, she sobbed, her pleas for mercy
rendered incoherent by the gag in her mouth. He 
worked the dildo in gradually,
extending it until it almost touched her cervix...
he reached over and traced its outline on her
bulging stomach. 

"Bet you've never been quite so throughly filled,
have you, bitch? Every woman's dream, a big cock
filling her to her limits, eh?"

She shook her head violently.

"Guess you're the exception," he said, turning
the machine on. He let it warm up a little,
vibrating the dildo in her cunt as it did,
before initiating the dialation procedure.

It was hydraulicly powered, designed to deliver
maximum thrusting force without disemblowing the
target, through an adjustable length phallus
with a butt plate at the base that made a 
satisfying "twack" with each full length 
thrust into her soon to be throughly traumatized
cunt.

"This will take about two hours... at the end of
which, I'll have upwards of a million dollars,
and you'll, of course, have a ruined cunt. But
that's life in the patriarchy, isn't it?"

He laughed.

He moved over to the head of the table, positioning the 
camera right in her face for an extreme close up... 
he wanted to capture every moment of agony in
as much detail as possible, to document each 
shocked gasp, each convulsive intake of breath,
each amazed, wide eyed expression of astonishment
at how far the limits of pain reached. That was
where the money was, in the personalized, 
meticulously documented dialogue of suffering
that convinced the end viewer of the authenticity
of the film being viewed.

One glance at the monitor, and he knew he had a
hit on his hands.  
Her eyes were fixed on the camera,
little beads of sweat leaving glistening trails
down her pale, lightly freckled face,
allowing every moment to be captured for maximum
effect. The viewer would feel like she was looking
right at him, as if he were right there, standing
over her. Perfect.

He panned a camera accross her body, arched in
pain, every muscle and ligament standing out in
full relief as she strained against her bonds.

He was hard again. He sincerely wished he could
take her mouth, but his viewers had a thing about
not being distracted from the focus of the action,
which was reasonable.

He settled for face fucking his second victim of
the night, a little dishwater blond co-ed, 
plucked off the campus of the local community
college as she returned from class.

She had pale blue eyes, and fairly decent skin
(only a few blemishes) and bone structure. Nowhere
near as good looking as her companion on the table,
but then, as the second act in a double feature,
she was a bonus, with not much expected of her.

Since the primary focus of his films was psychological
torment, and not physical (a distinction which 
allowed him to get a premium for his films, as
they stood out from the typical, unsubtle fair
he competed against), it helped to have an audience,
so that the viewer could get an "objective" opinion
about the true horror of the events being witnessed,
and to gauge their impact on a third party.

The blonde only protested mildly at his violation
of her face... perhaps glad to have a distraction
from the events at hand.

She was a lousy cocksucker, although this was 
somewhat irrelevant given the circumstances, so
he wound up just pounding away at her until
he reached a conclusion, slamming and grinding
her face into his crotch as he blew his second
load of the night, her struggles intensifying
as he held himself in her mouth long enough that
she began to suffocate.

He withdrew, wiping his dick accross her face a
few times as she panted for breath, then panned
the camera back for a wider shot, framing her
face in the mirror against the redhead being
tortured in the background. A perfect complement,
sweat and spit and blood and semen smeared 
accross her face, hair plastered to her cheeks,
sobbing, panting for breath, the picture of 
degraded womanhood, the rightful fate of the
campus slut, still wearing her halter and 
cut off jeans, nipples poking through, belly
button exposed, flesh high on her inner thigh
visible through a rent in the fabric, not at
all obscured by the ripped up black panty
hose.

He turned his attention back to the main attraction.
45 minutes into the process, the dildo was the
size of his fist (by the time it was done, 
he would be able to fit both fists into her
cunt, with room to spare). Her energetic struggles
had flagged somewhat. He decided it was time to
apply a "stimulant".

First, he immobilized one of her arms, then he
pulled out a syringe with a long needle on
one end of it, being careful to wave it in
front of her face with the label pointed towards
the camera.

"This is a specially formulated treatment designed
not only to assure the victims attention, but to
produce maximum responsiveness to stimulation.
In other words, it keeps you awake for the full
two hours, and hightens your sensitivity to pain
dramatically."

Injection complete, he paused for a few moments
to observe it's effects.

They were dramatically compelling... her struggles
intensified, immediately, and the squealing sounds
emerging from from behind the gag had a distinctly
more frantic tone to them.

And he was hard, again.

Definity a successful night.

Glancing at the heaving, writhing body before him,
breasts juggling and bouncing about with abandon,
the obvious came immediately to mind. Adjusting
the height of the table, he positioned himself
over her stomach, and proceeded to titty fuck
her. Grabbing a generous breast in each hand,
he squeezed them about his thick, engorged
cock and proceeded to thrust away, his dick
barely touching her lips each time he shot
forward... the effect this final humilation had
on the redhead's expression made it difficult to 
avoid blowing his load immediately, despite his
two prior ejaculations, but he managed to 
restrain himself long enough to give his audience
a good show.

His final orgasm of the night was so intense,
he nearly tore her breasts off in the convulsion
that followed, stream after stream of ejaculate
emerging (far more than the previous
two orgasms combined), causing a visible flinch
as each spurt struck the little redhead's pale,
freckled face, mixing with the sweat, tears
and blood that already covered it. She cried
rather piteously at this ultimate humiliation,
tears flowing down her cheeks, torn, bruised
breasts flopping about as her chest heaved with 
each sob. He stood above her, grinning, for
a moment, then glanced over at the blonde tied to 
a chair just a few feet away.

She looked on with a horrified expression, seeing 
what she thought was her final fate played out
before her.

He grinned at her, "Ever been titty-fucked,
baby?"

She shook her head violently, no.

"Guess not," he said, glancing at her chest.
Not flat, but she had cone shaped breasts 
that came to a point, instead of the globular, 
pendulous breasts of the redhead he had just
finished abusing.

Actually, what he hand in mind for
her was far less elaborate ... when he was done
with the redhead, he'd strap electrodes to her
clit and nipples, and torture and brutalize her
in other commonplace ways until even the most
violent stimulation failed to produce a reaction...
then he'd strap the two together in "69" 
position, and deliver them to the local emergency
room. It'd be most enjoyable, and if he was 
lucky, he'd even get hard again, but the resulting
film and artistic/political statement would be
rather pedestrian.

Meanwhile, the cunt dialator continued grinding
away... he and the blonde watched it for a while,
it was now way beyond even the theoretical
of a woman's cunt, let
alone the relatively inexperienced, lightly used 
item sported by the one he'd selected.

He commented to the blonde, "The capacity of the
human body, when put under stress, to exceed its
limits is amazing, wouldn't you say?"

She glanced up at him with a horrified expression,
and tried to turn her attention elsewhere.

"Wonder if I'll be able to stretch your asshole
half as far... what do you think?"

That freaked her out completely, she managed to
knock her chair over, and thrashed about on the
floor for quite a while before finally collapsing
in exhaustion, panting, still strapped to the
now somewhat destroyed wooden seat she had
occupied.

Of course, he
had no intention of following up on this threat... 
her ass, while not unattractive (he fully intended to 
butt rape her, if he got hard enough again), lacked the 
aesthetic value necessary to compell and hour or more
of undivided attention from his somewhat jaded 
audience.

The cunt dialator was now finished. He left it
sit there for a few minutes, letting the full
impact of how far she had been distorted sink 
into the redhead, in the absence of other 
stimulation. Fresh tears rolled down her cheeks
as she stared at the now enormous phallus 
resting between her thighs.

"Never thought you'd have anything quite this
big between your legs, did you?" he said. "A
fantasy come true, I bet. Of course, that's all
you'll be left with from now on... fantasies,
that is. No guy will want a fucked out, blow
legged slut whore bitch like you... of course,
you've still got two holes left, and I'm sure
they'll be taken if offered, but there's really
no long term substitute for having a nice wet twat
wrapped around your dick on a regular basis, and
I'm sure a nice Irish Catholic girl like you
isn't too interested in anything unconventional
like that," he said, reaching out and fingering
the little cross on a thin chain hanging from her
neck.

The tears and sobs now rolled in continuous
waves, even after he pulled the machine out
from between her thighs... he rolled the blood
stained device, dripping with assorted bodily
fluids the redhead had secreted during her
torment, it over
to the blonde, who was propped up against the wall,
since he hadn't been inclined to leave the room
to fetch another chair, up to this point.

"Lick it clean, bitch, or I shove it up your
ass without bothering to collapse it back to
normal."

Her pale face, now flushed red with stimulation,
suddenly turned green, and then yellow... she
fell over on her side and heaved. Vomit 
poured from between her lips and wound up
being smeared over her face as she lay flat
against the floor with no support from her
arms (tied in back).

He stood patiently until she quit heaving, then
pulled her back up to face the dildo. Crying,
she leaned forward and awkwardly sticking
her toungue through the ball gag, began 
to lick it clean.

"Life is good," he thought.

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