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(M+/FF, nc, rp, bi, mast, oral, anal, v, can, sn) *** Author Note: I feel obliged to warn all readers as to what is going to follow. This story is inspired by the works of an "artist" named Dolcett. If you are a fan of his works (and thus one sick puppy) you'll thoroughly enjoy this series. If you are not, and you are offended by cannibals, rough rape or torture then read no further. Otherwise enjoy! I love feedback, even negative feedback. I only ask that you are constructive. A simple you suck doesn't help. Thank you so much. Sean Renaud Part One - Captured "It's beautiful out here." Sara said as she stood at the edge of the path staring down the beautiful mountainside. It had just rained so the normal dry golden hue was replaced with a field of bright green vegetation as far as the eye could see. Up above the sky was flawless blue with only a single lazy white cloud hovering aimlessly over head. "Yes it is." Rachel replied as she stepped up beside her. "I'm so glad we came out here today. I just don't get nearly enough spare time, but with the holidays..." She smiled pushing her reddish brown hair away from her soft brown eyes. She was a beautiful mixture of black and Indian that gave her the best features of all races. Rachel's eyes were beautiful a beautiful almond shape with sooty lashes that always looked made up. Her high cheek bones gave her the smile of a model and she was constantly smiling about one thing or another. She'd been gifted with a curvy body, full heavy breasts that always seemed to strain against whatever she wore and wide hips that swished with her every step. "With the holidays coming up I get you all to myself." Sara looked up at her friend and smiled before adjusting her khaki's on her slender frame. Unlike her tall friend Sara wasn't very curvy. She barely filled out the khaki shorts she'd chosen and her budding breasts were so firm they never needed a bra. Today her dirty blonde hair was pulled back into a hasty bun on the back of her head but normally she chose to wear it down around her shoulders. "We're almost to the spot; we'll set up camp there." She replied pulling her backpack a little higher on her shoulders and then tugging on her plain white tee shirt. A satisfied sigh escaped the taller woman as she stepped away from the cliff face and started back up the mountain path. She'd chosen to wear a pair of her old cammie trousers and an olive green undershirt for the hike. "I wish I had more time to do this sort of thing. I'm always so busy doing one thing or another at my job that I never get to do this." There was a slight pause as Rachel turned toward Sara and smiled. Sara started to speak but as soon as her lips parted Rachel responded by leaning towards her and pressing her lips to Sara's. The two lovers gently embraced, Rachel's arms gradually encompassing the smaller woman and pressing against her. "I love you." She whispered breaking away from the kiss, just holding Sara close for a moment and staring at the sky. The response was physical, rather than verbal as Sara leaned up starting a second kiss. This time she slipped her tongue past her lips and into Rachel's mouth letting her tongue slip into the other woman's mouth. Sara brought her hands up gently caressing Rachel's face as the kiss continued leaning closer for a moment before breaking the kiss. "Plenty of time for this later." She whispered before stealing on last quick peck and backing away. "Tease." Rachel whispered before turning and following her up the hill. It too the girls most of the day to get to the camp site but it was well worth the time they'd spent on the hike. It was just a few feet from a shallow stream and completely surrounded by tall trees. Rachel was former military and Sara had plenty of experience in the Girl Scouts so between the two of them it only took a few minutes to get the tent up and water boiling over a small campfire. "You know I really love the outdoors." Rachel mused as she lay back on her sleeping bag. She'd only agreed to set the tent up as a precaution for rain, if she had any choice in the matter she'd sleep out here under the stars which were out in full effect. A breathtaking sea of stars completely coated the sky, too many for anybody to count. "Yeah me to." Sara replied taking a stick and lazily poking at the flames then opening bag and pouring the contents into the bag. Sara had taken her khaki's off as soon as she'd gotten her sleeping bag set up. She was still dressed in her white shirt but now she had a pair of plain white panties on as well. The way she was sitting with her legs crossed the fire dancing over her displayed slender thighs. "C'mere." Sara cooed beckoning her lover over. "What if somebody sees?" Rachel replied sheepishly pulling her sleeping back up around herself. There really wasn't any need though; the only clothing she'd taken off was her boots which were sitting next to the fire. "There is nobody out here." Sara replied with a wicked grin as she pulled her shirt up and over her head tossing it aside. Beneath she was wearing a plain white bra; she smiled shaking her chest at Rachel. "Trust me; we're completely alone out here." She whispered reaching back and unhooking her bra to reveal her creamy white breasts. One last nervous look around convinced Rachel that the two were indeed alone. The dark skinned beauty crawled from one sleeping bag to the next finally pressing her lips to Sara's. As always her lover responded instantly wrapping her arms around Rachel gently tugging at her shirt. There wasn't much resistance from the larger woman as her olive drab shirt was pulled off and tossed next to her boots. "I've wanted to do this for a long time." Rachel whispered softly, letting her tongue slip between her lips exploring Sara's throat. Meanwhile Sara tried to unfasten Rachel's black bra. Normally it wouldn't have been complicated at all but in the dancing shadows and her excitement she couldn't work the clasp. "Rachel." She gasped gently biting down on her shoulder and slipping her fingers beneath the bra strap. Instead of releasing the clasp she just pulled at the bra until Rachel's D-cup breasts were released into the warm night air. "Ooooh." Rachel gasped as the warm air caressed her flesh. She could feel the blood rushing through her body hardening her nipples. The gasp melted into a moan as Sara's lips abandoned Rachel's shoulder and traveled down her chest. Sara didn't go straight for the nipple, instead she slowly worked her way over the succulent flesh, licking and kissing over Rachel's breasts. Her lips were so close that Rachel could feel her breath wash over her nipple but she kept her lips a few inches away. "You like that?" Sara asked slowly trailing her tongue slowly over Rachel's stomach, circling her naval then lightly dipping into it. A slight moan was enough of an answer for Sara, as she dipped her tongue into Rachel her fingers were busy unfastening the cammie trousers. The first button came undone with ease but cammie's have a button fly that Sara had to claw and rip at before she could get them open. Beneath she was wearing a pair of yellow panties with green ducks walking all over them, normally Sara would have joked about a grown woman in Underoos, instead she just dipped her fingers into the elastic band and pulled them down and off. Rachel kept herself clean shaven other than a single stripe of trimmed hair right above her slight. Her lips moved to Rachel's ankle, kissing slowly over the soft flesh there and moving up over the well toned calves. Days of hiking and years of military had sculpted Rachel's legs perfectly for Sara's tongue to explore. Her tongue moved behind the backs of her knees and between Rachel's thighs teasingly close to her womanhood. Rachel's legs parted in response, one lifted up over her lover's shoulder, the other pushed out to one side. Sara let her tongue dance slowly closer, over her inner thighs and down closer to her lips. Each time her soft lips got closer Rachel moaned and squirmed trying to get hips in the right position. Sara's tongue danced away though each time though, never quite letting Rachel get the pleasure she ached for. "Don't tease me." Rachel gasped, her chest heaving with every deep breath she took. Her face was already starting to glow with perspiration as her stomach clenched up. Rachel arched her back pressing her juicy slit to Sara's teasing lips. A final desperate moan was enough to make Sara relent, the tip of her tongue tracing Rachel's moist pussy before parting her lips scooping her clit with her tongue. Sara's tongue moved expertly over Rachel's clit, thrusting, twisting and spinning over her clit. She ignored Rachel's legs slowly wrapping around her head squeezing each time Sara's tongue grazed her just right. Rachel's hands slowly slipped down over her body caressing her breasts and over her smooth stomach down to tangle in Sara's dirty blonde hair. She tangled her fingers in Sara's hair pulling her closer to her. Sara responded by holding her tongue firmly and thrusting it into Rachel wriggling it around inside her. Rachel's legs clenched as she felt the electricity down to the very tips of her curled toes. Her pussy clenched down around Sara's tongue trying to pull her farther inside her. Rachel's beautiful brown eyes were clenched shut like her teeth so the only sound escaping her lips was a suppressed moan. Finally her body collapsed down onto the sleeping bag and Sara's hair slipped from her grasp. "Oh my god." Rachel smiled looking down at Sara's smiling face. The blonde gave one last parting lick before moving up into her lover's arms and kissing her cheek gently. "You're yummy." "Don't say that!" Rachel said slapping Sara's arm playfully. "Why not you are." She answered playfully slapping her back. "Is the food done?" Rachel asked putting her hands behind her head. The sound a twig snapping caught her attention before Sara could respond though. "You hear that?" "Hear what?" Sara responded leaning up over the pot and dipping a spoon into it slowly stirring the soup. "It was probably nothing." Less than twenty feet away Jed glared at his younger brother and brought a silencing finger to his lips. He was dressed in a pair of dirty ragged overalls and black steel-toed boots. The overalls were so worn that they were barely staying in place on his gangly frame. The boots were equally shabby, the steel easily seen were the leather had once been. Even if he'd been dressed in fine clothes it would have helped, Jed was missing two of his front teeth and his hair was a sickly shade of almost blonde. In his free hand he was holding a twelve gauge and several lengths of rope were coiled around his shoulder. His younger brother was only wearing a pair of formerly blue, now green and brown, jeans. Unlike his brother Ray was heavy set, fat by most people's standards and his hairy gut hung over his jeans. His hair was a solid brown when it was clean; most times it looked closer to grey. His most striking feature was his eyes, one brown and the other green. Right now they were focused on Rachel's nude form. "Which one?" He whispered. "Isn't it obvious? That little white girl ain't got enough meat to feed Ma and Pa." "Can we take them both?" Jed turned back to the girls who were both staring in the complete wrong direction and nodded. "Take em fast, I'll get that nigger bitch you get the other." He held up his hand with three fingers counting down for his brother. When he hit zero both men leapt out of the trees at the same time Jed firing the shotgun directly into the fire missing both girls. "What!?" Sara screamed turning around just in time to catch Ray's fist in her face. The sheer force lifted her off feet landing flat on her back near the fire. Ray moved quickly slamming his bare foot down on her jaw holding her in place and turning to see his brother. "Don't fucking move bitch!" Jed shouted leveling the shotgun at Rachel's chest. Old military training instantly kicked in though and she snatched the barrel with one hand pointing it away from her, with her other hand she shot slamming his fingers against the trigger. He screamed in pain releasing the gun but he leaned forward and backhanded Rachel. She managed to keep her grip on the gun even as her head snapped to one side nearly splitting her lip in the process. She tried again to twist the gun from his grip but he moved with her keeping a hold on the weapon. Jed slid his grip up catching her fingers against the barrel of the gun; before she could react he twisted his hip slamming her down to the ground. Rachel's grip broke as the wind was knocked from her lungs and Jed slammed the barrel down against her jaw his finger against the trigger. "Don't you fuckin' move bitch." He shouted pressing the barrel down again. Rachel gasped, staring up through the sights at her captor without moving a single inch. "That's a good girl, now roll over onto your pretty little stomach and put your hands behind your back." Rachel complied rolling onto her stomach and putting her hands behind her back. As soon as she was on her stomach Jed knelt down on her back roughly kneeling on her spine. He roughly wrenched Rachel's arms back tightly tying her wrists together, then a second rope bound her elbows painfully close together. A third and final rope was wrapped around her ankles tightly pulling them up towards her ankles hogtying her. "How you coming there brother?" Ray had pulled zip ties from his pockets and had her wrists and ankles tightly bound together. "I got mine Jed, let's get these bitches back. You watch em; I'll go get the truck." Jed nodded in response twisting a fistful of Rachel's hair around his fist and dragging her along side Sara. "Now don't you girls start acting up. I reckon neither of you wants to take a bullet right between your fucking eyes. I got no problem with shooting one of you. Specially this spirited lass right here!" He emphasized the word with a sharp kick to the spine. "Now neither one of you girls has put me in a very good mood so far. I've half a mind to shoot you right now, so being good just might keep you amongst the livin' a bit longer understood?" Sara looked up at him through tear filled eyes. The zip ties on her hands and feet kept her from moving more than a few inches at a time. Sara snuggled herself tightly against Rachel whimpering and nodding frantically. "I'll be good. I-I'll be good." "Shut up!" Jed roared pointing the barrel against her skull. "Yes yes!" She screamed biting down on her lips trying her best to silence her whimpering. Rachel was completely still and silent, other than the trickle of blood from the corner of her mouth and her steady breathing nothing moved. Her dark brown eyes glared up at her captor but her mind was already thinking of how she could escape. A rusted red sixties style truck came crashing through the trees with Ray behind the wheel. He nearly ran the girls over as he passed by the two spinning the back toward them. Sara screamed and brought her hands up to cover her eyes from the mud. "I told you to shut up!" Jed shouted leaning forward and kicking her thigh. It took him a moment to lift Rachel up, first by the hair, then by her arms and toss her into the truck but he managed it. Sara was easily lifted up onto her feet and thrown in on top of Rachel. "Sit tight girls, wouldn't want you to bruise 'fore I could get you home" Without saying anything else he threw the back of the truck up and got in along side his brother. "You think Ma and Pa will like 'em?" "They'll love em. And just in time, we got us a few days till Christmas, plenty of time to work on the girls." Part Two - Dinner Preparations "Ma! We home!" Jed shouted as he leapt out of the still moving truck. The house was beat up combination of tin and wood that looked like it had popped out of an old movie. A good gust of wind would be enough to level the structure from the looks of it. There were several more vehicles scattered around the yard, all of them on blocks and partially rusted. It was instantly obvious they'd been using them for parts on the beat up truck. There were no animals in the yard, no crops being grown either. The only movement was a few ragged clothes hung out to dry at seemingly random spots around the yard. On the farthest side of the house was a pile of refuse, a disgusting fetid mountain of human waste and uneaten food and animal bones. "Oh my god." Rachel whispered as she stared. She wanted to scream but her voice fled as it became so obvious that she would never leave this place. Jed took her by the hair and dragged her to the back of the truck hefting her into his arms and walking towards the house. An elderly woman dressed in a dingy blue skirt stepped out of the door. She had once been a beautiful woman, you could almost see it in her blue eyes and long brown hair. Even her figure was full and curvy, almost attractive if her bared breasts didn't sag with age and stretch marks from birth didn't cover her sides. "Brought us Christmas dinner did'ya boys? That's my good little boys." She crooned as Jed walked closer. As soon as she could reach him she leaned out and kissed him fully on the mouth, her yellowed teeth parting so her tongue could grapple her son's. "I hoped you like her." Jed replied bringing Rachel inside and setting her on the table. "Fucking put me down you fuckin piece of shit!" Rachel screeched. Jed ignored the comment as he turned back to his mother who just gave her a disapproving frown. Ma walked in right behind him and gripped Rachel by the skull, thrusting her thumbs into the corner of the black girl's mouth. She painfully twisted her head this way and that, inspecting her gums and teeth before pushing her away. The inspection wasn't done yet though, she moved her fingers over her back squeezing and prodding at her flesh. "Got us a strong bitch didn't ya. Always did know how to pick em Jed." She moved down to her legs pulling her firmly muscled ass open and poking at her rectum. "Yup this is a mighty fine nigger you brought us." She said approvingly her attentions now drawn down to her pussy. "She's gonna be some mighty fine eatin. How you reckon we should fix'er?" "I was kinda in the mood for a roast Ma. If you want we got another one but I think Ray wants to keep her as a pet for a while." Jed said. "You sick fucks! You can't cook me have you lost your motherfucking minds?!" Rachel screamed. Jed just turned his back to her listening to his mother as she continued. Ma gripped one of Rachel's tit's cradling in both hands. "Well I think this one'll feed us for a while. He's always wanting to keep those girls he catches. Like we's some kind of petting farm." Jed laughed. "You go tell your Pa that we need to start up the preparations, you know we can't just throw a bitch on the grill." Ma slowly turned back to the screaming girl now and leaned closer exposing her dark yellow teeth in a ghastly grin. "Now as for you missy I've had about enough of your mouth. You ain't gonna live long but the less you piss me off the more pleasant what life you have can be." Ma sneered putting her hand over Rachel's mouth to keep her silent. Rachel tried to scream but Ma just pushed her hand down harder, her other hand moving to crush her throat. Her grip was surprisingly strong for a woman of her size easily cutting off Rachel's air. Ma leaned close enough that her fetid breath poured over Rachel's face as she slowly moved her hand from her mouth. "Now you shut the fuck up or I'll choke you right the fuck out and you'll wake up in the pig trough out back understand?" Rachel couldn't even nod her head as Ma's grip tightened and the world started to fade around her. "Ma!" Ray frowned slightly when his mother didn't respond to him. "MA!" He shouted slamming Sara down on the already creaky floorboards. "What! Can't you see I'm busy here Ray? What is it that's so important?" Ma said as she spun around to face her youngest son. "Is it this piece of gutter trash here on the floor?" She squatted down over Sara gripping her chin and turning her this way that that. "Not much meat on her." "Didn't take her for dinner Ma. Thought we could use a pet around the house, been a while since I've had a pet Ma." His mother looked up at him disapprovingly. "I promise, I'll take real good care of her. It won't be like Trish, I'll feed her and water her and train her real good just you watch Ma." Ray insisted his lips pulled into a pout. Ma looked up at him then down at the sobbing woman then back to her son. Finally she gave a nod of approval. "Take her on upstairs, remember she ain't to be fed for some days now. Need to get her plenty hungry so she'll eat." Ma said before turning back to Rachel. "And now its time to get back to you my little missy. Gots to start the preparations if you're gonna be ready in time." Rachel was silently glaring up at Ma when she heard footsteps behind her. The man standing over her was obviously the father figure. A long ratty beard hung from his chin and like his youngest son, each eye was a different color. He was wearing a torn plaid flannel, unbuttoned to reveal his well muscled stomach. Pa was covered in a layer of grime and if Rachel had been trying she would have smelled his funk before she saw him. His chest was completely covered in matted black hair that vanished down into his torn jeans. "This the piece of meat the boys brought home?" "Yessum Pa, look at her. I though you might like to properly prepare her." Ma said. "She's real pretty." "She is." Pa replied moving looking at her briefly before walking over to a separate table and grabbing a small bag that he dropped on the table next to Rachel's face with a metallic thud. "Now let's see if we can get her to behave herself some, I right thought they'd brought a banshee into these walls from the horrid sounds she was makin." He opened the bag and reached into it pulling out a bowie knife. "Now don't you move none miss, if you do I might end up cutting you." The sight of the knife paralyzed Rachel with fear, her eyes wide as she stared at the dull blade, spotted with dirt, dried blood and rust. Pa moved himself behind her and thrust the knife between her ankles sawing the ropes of her ankles. Neither Ma nor Pa saw the exact moment that Rachel's instincts kicked but Pa felt it. As soon as the ropes were lose enough that she could rip them she did kicking him as hard as she could in the chest. Unfortunately for her that wasn't nearly hard enough to do more than annoy him. She didn't even get a second kick off before he snatched both of her ankles nearly yanking her off the table. "Now you listen here little missy. I won't have you acting like a horse's ass. Ma help me tie this little bitch's legs to the table." Ma obediently walked over gripping on of Rachel's ankles and pulling it down. It didn't take much rope to go twice around her ankle and once around the table leg. While she worked on the other Pa pulled a pair of pliers from the bag and walked around in front of her. "Now look here girl. If you don't do exactly what I say I'm gonna pull your fuckin' teeth out one by fuckin one. Now open your mouth and sos I can put my dick in it." Rachel bit down on her lips forcing them to stay closed in response glaring up at him defiance. "Stupid girl." He growled roughly backhanding her. Her head snapped to one side reopening the gash in her lip. Pa leaned down and snatched her jaw squeezing till it she opened her mouth. Then he snatched up the pliers and thrust them into her mouth gripping her bottom tooth and wrenching it out of its socket. "Now if you don't want me to do that to every tooth in your body you'll fuckin stop being such a pain!" Rachel screamed out spitting blood out of her mouth and staring up at him. It was right then that it settled on her that she really wasn't going to survive this. Nobody was coming to save her, nobody even knew where she was that week. He wasn't going to mess up and give her a chance to escape, the only choice she really had was to try and make the rest of her life as painless as possible. The sharp stab of her missing tooth had already faded to a constant dull throb but it was enough to get her to open her mouth for Pa. "Good girl." He crooned running his fingers affectionately through her hair before pulling his pants off and rubbing his nine inch cock across her face. His sweat and precum mixed with her tears coating her face in a slime before he pushed into her mouth. Pa tasted every bit as disgusting as he looked, like he hadn't bathed in weeks. Rachel wanted to gag from the taste alone but it got worse as he pushed more of his cock into her open mouth. A muffled moan escaped her throat as he pushed against the back of her throat. It wasn't the first time Rachel had taken a man into her throat. It was the first time she'd had nine inches forced down her back and spit and blood oozed back out of her mouth every time he pushed. The sound of her gagging, her body heaving to reject the invading phallus got louder as well as she was nearly drown, her face covered with a crimson mask. "She's a good one." Ma said as she finished securing Rachel's legs and moved up farther spreading the black girl's ass cheeks. Her tongue delved into that dark hole twisting around the brown puckered rectum readying it for her husband's cock. Under normal circumstances the feelings shooting through Rachel's body would have been pleasant, Ma was skilled with her tongue pushing, twisting, reaming Rachel's anus over and over again. If she didn't have a missing tooth and a cock jammed down her throat nearly suffocating her she would have cum. "Move yourself out my way." Pa said yanking his cock out of Rachel's mouth. Ma moved away as Pa walked around behind her pushing the tip of his cock against her asshole. Rachel gasped trying her best to catch her breath before she could regulate her breathing though Pa shoved his hard cock into her ass. Rachel's rectum was too tight to take him a single thrust, he could only get a few inches of his spit and blood coated cock into her. "NOOOOOO!" She shrieked wriggling as much as she could manage on the table. One on hand on the back of her neck held her perfectly still and another on her hips kept her in place as he started pumping back and forth. Each time her anus gave a little more, letting Pa's cock deeper into her body. It was pure agony to feel him stretching what had been a virgin hole minutes ago to accept nine full inches of man meat. Each thrust of his hips drew a new agonizing scream from the girl. "Ma see what you can do about shutting this bitch up. She's ruinin my mood." Ma reached into the bag and pulled out an orange ball gag and thrust it into her mouth pulling the strap behind her head. Rachel could only moan around the gag then as her Pa continued to abuse her ass. "That's better." Pa exclaimed as he finally managed to bottom out in her asshole, his balls rubbing against her clit as he rested for a moment. Rachel had stopped crying behind the gag, her eyes blanked out as she stared at some indeterminate object on the wall as Pa pounded into her backside. "Look at this." Pa said slapping her ass. As soon as he did her eyes widened and another moan tried to squeeze its way around the gag. Different from the others that was the first pleasant moan to escape her throat. Despite the horror of her condition she couldn't stop her body from reacting. She wished her sphincter was clenching around his cock, she wished her hips weren't pushing back against him but they were. She was going to die and her murderer was going to give her an orgasm before she died. Another rough slap on her ass clenched her body up around his cock, tears of humiliation were pouring down her cheeks leaving clean streaks on her face. She was aware of everything around her. Aware that Pa was sweating now as he savagely raped her asshole. Aware that Ma had left the room and was noisily preparing something the next room. Aware that upstairs Sara was being used by the two sons somewhere nearby. Aware that her stomach was clenching and not from pain. Rachel clenched her eyes shut in an attempt to fight the feeling rising in her body. She tried to concentrate on the dull throb of her missing tooth but the only thing she could feel was Pa's hard dick invading her bottom. She could feel every vein as it sawed in and out of her body and every time it pulsed with his approaching orgasm. Rachel felt her toes curl as she tried to arch her back towards him, her body trembling in a terror induced orgasm. That was enough to push Pa over the edge, one last violent thrust into her bowels before he flooded her with his cum. "She's ready Ma, lets set this one up." Pa said as he pulled his now flaccid cock from Rachel's abused red asshole. He walked around in front of her and wiped himself clean on her hair. "Bring her directly out back Pa!" Came her response. "Yessum!" He replied. A few quick motions later Rachel's hands ankles were tied together again and she was flung over his shoulder and carried out back. The backyard looked almost normal. There was green grass, an oversized doghouse and a huge grill with a fire roaring in it. It was easily big enough for two people if that had been their intentions. Pa set her down on a table though, her head resting on a block. There wasn't enough energy left in her body to stop him as he pulled a leather strap over the back of her neck holding her perfectly in place. The straps holding her ankles were undone as well her legs spread apart and strapped back into place. "Now my little nigger bitch I'll splain what we doing to you. That way nothing will come as a surprise to you." Ma said as Pa stepped back into the house. She was holding a razor in one hand as she stepped closer. "First we's gonna shave that nasty little cunt of yours. Don't want no pubic hairs in my mouth when I eat you." She said as she twisted the blade beneath Rachel quickly shaving away the stripe of hair over her slit. The razor was set aside and an awkward looking machine was put behind Rachel. "This here is called an impaler." She heaved a large steel rod from the ground and held it in front of Rachel. It was at least eight feet long, on one end it came to a dull point, like a giant dildo. It even had what looked like an anal attachment at one end. "This is gonna go all the way through you, then the boys will set on the fire. Big strong girl like you might live for close to half and hour if we're careful with you. Meat tastes better the longer the girl lives." Rachel just stared in disbelief at the steel rod until Ma walked behind her and set it on the machine. Almost instantly Rachel felt the pressure of the dull rod pressing against her ass. It was bigger than Pa's cock but it slid into her easily in enough. "Its going to slid all the way into you, push out through your intestines. It's dull so it will just push your innards aside." Ma explained as the rod continued it slow journey through Rachel's insides. Less than three inches were inside her at that point but it the moist painful experience of her life. Rachel felt the second pole push its way into her cunt at the same time filling up her pussy and holding her in place. The rod pushed its way deeper and deeper at antagonizing pace. It pushed its way out through her intestines and into her stomach, it inched through her chest. Her insides moved away to make room for the rod as it moved past her heart and lungs. Ma quickly pulled the gag from Rachel's mouth letting her shriek as the rod pushed into her throat. Her jaws were forced open as the rod emerged from her mouth. It pushed on farther out until she could see the blood smeared impaling rod sticking out of her mouth. "I know that you can't talk any more but I know you're still alive. The boys will be down in a minute." As if on cue Jed and Ray came walking out of the house and staring at her. "Put her on the fire." Ray grabbed one end, Jed the other and lifted her up and set the pole over the fire. Rachel was still aware as the orange flames started licking up around her body. The smell of burning flesh flooded her nose, it was like the scent of pork roasting but it wasn't. The rod in her cunt kept her steady on the pole so it didn't twist inside her. Instead her entire body twisted slowly over the fire letting her cook evenly. Sweat poured from her body sizzling as it hit the fire beneath her. From the corner of her eye she could see the entire family standing buy and watching her roast alive. In her last moment she saw Sara staring at her through the window and then there was nothing. Part Three- Ray's Pet Piggy The world was spun for what seemed like forever after Ray dropped Sara down on the wooden floor. There were no decorations in the room, the only furniture was a chair and a pile of fabric that looked more like a nest than a bed. "Let me go." "Now you hush there little darlin'." Ray whispered bringing a finger to his lips and looking down at her. As Sara's vision cleared she realized he was naked and standing over her, his cock hanging over her head. "Ma said I can keep you as a pet, but only if you're gonna be good." "No. Please. Let me go." Sara whispered bringing her hands up to protect her from his menacing penis. Sara realized that her hands were untied then, so were her feet the only restraint was a leather collar chained to the floor. "Now now now lil' miss thang. The only way I can keep Ma from roastin ya is by getting you to behave." Ray said. "Now a good pet would start licking my balls like her life depended on it." "Keep Ma from what?" She whispered. "Puttin you on the roast like the sucklin' piggie you be. Like your friend." Ray reached down and unhooked the chain from the floor yanking her toward the window forcing her to look out. Rachel was out there with a solid pole shoved in through her ass and out of her mouth roasting over an open fire. Ma was standing next to her basting nude body with oil. As far away as Sara was she could tell her friend was still alive, her eyes were blinking, her fingers were continually clenching and she was still breathing. "You want that to be you?" Ray said his voice suddenly perfectly calm. "If you're a good little bitch you'll live a nice long life as my pet. If you start lickin' my sack." This time Sara didn't hesitate to grip onto Ray's leg and start lapping hungrily at his hairy balls. She hated the taste of man. The masculine flavor of musk and sweat was always a turn off to her but it was even worse on this man who obviously didn't bathe regularly. She wasn't going to give him a reason to kill her though so she slurped at his groin till her saliva was dripping from his balls. "You better start makin me think you like being a bitch." Ray scolded. Sera responded with her best moan, her tear-filled eyes sliding shut as she traced the seam of his cock with her balls. She knew she was doing a good job when his flaccid cock started to harden, rubbing across her forehead. "That's a good bitch. Now don't you talk none round my parents. You's just a piggy round here so you squeal if you want something." Ray said taking a deep breath as he looked down at her. "You're pretty good with your tongue." He gripped the leash and pulled her away from the window and got down on his hands and knees pulling her close. "Lick my ass." Sara looked at his hairy butt in disgust curling her lips. She couldn't do that, there was just no way. "Ma!" Sara dove forward burying her face between his cheek her nose pressed deep into the crease of his ass. Her tongue strained through the course hair to lap at the tight ring of light brown muscle. The taste was enough that she nearly heaved but her life depended on it so she swallowed hard and wriggled her tongue into his rectum. "That's a good little piggy, lick my ass." Ray encouraged using the leash to pull her into him. It felt like he was going to pull her inside him, her nose was crushed against ass and her lips were perfectly sealed around his puckered anus. Her tongue scooped at his insides, scrubbing his colon with her tongue. She could tell by his breathing that he was enjoying himself but she couldn't breathe. Sara reached up with her hands trying to pull his ass far enough apart to get a breath but she couldn't manage, he just pulled her farther in. She couldn't pull away to steal a breath so she started frantically lashing her tongue in every direction trying to push enough flesh aside to get air into her burning lungs. The world was starting to darken when he released the leash letting her collapse face first onto the floor gasping for air. "That's a good girl. Keep that up and you might get to sleep in the house. For right now I gots to take you out to the shed. Ma would be furious if I didn't fix that collar right properly." Ray said looking back at Sara sputtering for breath. Ray smiled and picked up the leash leading her down to the shed. "Ma, takin her to set the collar on my new piggy!" Ray shouted as he dragged Sara on her hands and knees past his mother at the pit. His mother only waved at him though, she was to busy sticking a fork into Rachel's tits releasing the juices before they burst. What the family called a shed wasn't a shed. It was more accurately a collection of insidious torture and execution devices that looked like they'd been pieced together from an old movie. It had rope, knives, whips, brands, chains, a working guillotine and a collection of things Sara didn't even have names for. The only thing of any importance right then was the device she was being put it on. She'd seen one before on a movie, it was called a pillory. Ray put her head and hands through the appropriate holes and slammed the device shut. He didn't need to latch and lock it, Sara couldn't have lifted it on her own anyway, so it was just for show that he clicked the heavy iron bolt closed. Next Sara's ankles were strapped to opposite ends of rod keeping her legs indecently spread. Seeing the device on television didn't do it justice. It looked humiliating, it was painful. "Now listen, you listen to me there piggy." Ray said as he walked over to what looked like an oven and gripped a metal poker from it. For a moment he stood over the stove throwing blocks of wood into it lighting the fire and shoving the poker into it. "See this here's a brand. We use it so we know what piggies are pets and which are food. I'd be mighty disappointed if I came back and Ma had thrown you on the grill. If you have any last words you should say them now girl cus once you become a piggy you'll never get to talk again." "Let me go." Sara sobbed looking up at him desperately. She knew her situation was hopeless but it didn't stop her from pleading with him as he stood at the fire. "I won't tell anybody, I'll just go away. Puh-please duh- don't kuh-kill me!" She cried tears again flowing freely down her cheeks. "Now hush, you won't die as long as you're a good girl." Ray responded pulling the red hot iron from the fire. "Now no more talking, if you do I'll brand your cheek." He emphasized the threat by holding the brand close enough for her to feel the warmth pulsing off it. "Now lets see if my good little pig is good for a rut." Ray thrust his fingers up between her thighs roughly parting her labia and moving to her clit. Surprisingly enough she was drenched instantly slicking his fingers enough to push into her cunt. "Now piggies can squeal, if your smart you might learn to tell me what you like." He said pulling his filthy fingers from her cunt buttering her rectum with her juices. Sara squealed at the top of her lung wriggling her hips as much as she could manage trying to get him away from her ass. "Don't put it there?" He teased moving his fingers back down to her twat and shoving them in. Sara squealed again doing her best to feign pleasure, humping her hips back against his fingers. "Piggy likes it like that." Ray cooed pushing a third finger into Sara's snatch. She responded with an enthusiastic squeal and started squeezing her muscled around his fingers trying to pull him farther in. "That's a good girl." He said pulling his fingers out of her and smearing her juices over her back. "Let's see how you like something bigger." The thought of him pushing the red hot poker into her froze her body in place. It was his cock though, she could feel the huge slab of meat pushing at her juicy slit. A pleasant moan escaped her lips as she strained back towards him hoping it wouldn't hurt. It was the first time in years that a man had been between Sara's legs. Only her vibrator had pushed past those lips recently at less than five inches it was miniscule in comparison to the piece of flesh behind her. Sara took a deep breath holding it as Ray plunged into her quim, punching back and forth like a machine. It was like being torn apart, as wet as Sara was it wasn't nearly enough to help as he plundered her from behind. Worse was the fact that she knew he would kill her if she didn't enjoy herself so she started moaning in time with his every thrust. He was continually talking to her, telling her she was a good piggy, or a nasty bitch but she was only thinking about one thing. Staying alive. That one thought drove her squeal louder than she ever had for Rachel rolling her head as far as the stocks would allow her to. Her eyes were clenched shut in pain and humiliation the sounds escaping her were pure ecstasy. It was a horrid experience to have a man, a dirty filthy man at that, raping her. It was even worse because her body was reacting on a purely physical level. The ridges of his cock ground against her insides and his cruel cock head was pressed against her g-spot each time he pushed into her. Steel and motors had nothing on flesh and blood she realized as he started pulsing inside her. It was going to happen, this cannibal was going to give her an orgasm as he kept slamming against her. The squeals went from faked to real as she realized how great it felt to be fucked. Sara was only a second from coming, one more thrust from climax when he did it. The brand, still red-hot, was pressed into the meat of her ass. The raw pain of the iron to her flesh clenched every muscle in her body. For a moment the world faded to white as the pain literally blinded her but that faded quickly enough. It was the smell of her own burnt flesh that made her puke. That and the fact that she could feel Ray's sperm running down her thigh. "See now you's a proper pet." He said laying his hand on the brand. There was a brief flash of searing pain and then Sara passed out the tips of her hair just barely avoiding her puke. It was dark by the time Sara woke again. She didn't know where she was either, the ragged cabin didn't jog her memory. A slight shift in her weight sent an excruciating jolt of pain through her hips that reminded her of where she was. A quick look around and she realized she was in the doghouse, chained to it like an animal. Her first instinct to remove the collar was instantly stymied by the melted bolt on it. The chain was a little better it was, the lock wasn't welded shut which meant it could come off. The next thing Sara realized was that she was half starving. It had been before dawn since the last time she'd eaten. A full day's hike combined with her ordeal had her stomach cramping with pain. The delicious smell hovering in the air wasn't helping matters. She could hear the family was nearby, gathered around a table. It was too far for her to see what was happening but she could hear bits of the conversation. "Good cookin' Ma." "You boy's like? I tried something new today, kept her alive nearly twenty minutes." Sara didn't even realize what they were talking about until she heard Ray's voice, easily louder than the others. "Can I have some more tit flesh, I want to feed my pet she should be up by now." They were eating Rachel. The smell in the air wasn't pork, or beef of even salmon. It was human. The delicious aroma teasing her empty stomach was her best friend. The idea of it made her lean over and hurl. There wasn't anything left on her stomach though, whatever she'd eaten that day had already vacated her stomach hours ago leaving her to watch as Ray approached her with a paper plate. It looked like any other slice of meat, round a pinkish. There wasn't a single way to know that it had been her best friend and lover only hours ago and the smell was maddening. "Go on bitch, eat up. Ma says I can keep you as long as you behave." He laid the plate down just within her reach. Hesitantly, like the beast she was made to be, Sara crawled toward the plate and leaned forward sniffing it. It smelled just like ham, and with the color. Sara felt her will completely drained away as she slipped her tongue through her lips and licked the warm meat. It even tasted like pork. Sara leaned down and gripped the thin slice of meat between her teeth and pulled it into her mouth gulping it down hungrily. "Good piggy. You want more?" She wanted to say no, she wanted to kick and scream and run for her life. Mostly though she wanted to stay alive as long as possible, so she turned up towards him and grunted nodding her head. Ray was ecstatic reaching down and unlocking her leash from the doghouse and bringing her dragging her over to the table. Sara instantly wished she'd stayed away. Rachel was on the table, her hands tied behind her back and legs indecently spread. Her breasts were nearly completely missing and chunks were missing out of her legs but she was still recognizable. Her face was frozen in a look of horror, her eyes staring forward and her jaw gaping wide. Sara only barely held down the urge to vomit a third time. Her stomach heaved as Ma reached up and shoved a fork into Rachel's ass and cut several slices off that folded onto a plate. "Now Ray you know better than to feed the animals at the table. Next thing you know she'll be wanted to sit in a chair like a person." Ma warned shaking her fork at him. "But Ma!' Ray complained sitting down at the table and pulling Sara right next to him. "She was hungry. Werencha girl?" Sara eyes widened as she looked at Ma then nodded. "Well. As long as she gets fed and watered I suppose its okay just this once." Ma conceded holding up a scrap of human flesh for Sara. Sara scampered over on hands and knees to Ma leaning her head back to accept the gift. "Up girl up." Ma teased lifting the meat just out of reach several times until Sara nearly stood up to snatch the meat from her hand. "You did a good job branding her." Ma replied glancing at her hip. "Thank you Ma." Ray replied. "Here girl, time you got watered." Sara knew what he intended as soon as he stood up and started fishing his cock out. She knew her life depended on how well she behaved so she wrapped her lips around Ray's cock and tried to prepare herself. At first it was only a trickle, a warm salty sour trickle of liquid washing over her tongue. Sara gulped it down without forcing it to stay in her gullet. "See Ma I told you she'd learn fast." Inwardly Sara almost smiled at the kind word until he started pissing harder. Her mouth was full before she could swallow, liquid draining from the corners of her mouth before she sputtered pitting his urine all over the man who owned her. "Take her in the house right now." Ma's cold calm voice instantly terrified Sara. If the collar hadn't held her in place she would have ran instead she obediently crawled behind Ray whimpering at his heels. "Don't worry girl. It's ok I won't let her hurt you." Ray assured her reaching down sitting down on a creaking wooden chair and running his fingers through her hair. At the far end of the house the a door was flung open slamming against the wall then back into his frame as Ma stomped into the house. "Ray!" Ray didn't respond to his mother, laying a reassuring hand on Sara's shoulder to keep her in place. "Ray, that nasty beast has to go right now!" Ma shrieked storming over and snatching up a fist of her hair. "I bet she don't know better than not to speak!" Sara was just conscious enough of the situation to squeal in response thrashing against Ma's grasp. A moment she snorted and dropped her back to the ground. "Maybe she's not completely stupid. What tricks can she do?" Ma asked forcibly calming herself for her son. "She's a smart little piggy. She can do anything." Ray responded proudly staring his eyes meeting his mother's. "Can she beg for her life?" Ma asked with wicked smile. "Ma." Sara watched in horror as the two humans decided her fate. She could feel the pit of her stomach bunching into knots. Running wasn't even an option, there were four of them, and they had a truck. Her only hope was that Ray would protect her. "If she passes I promise you can keep her." Ma replied walking outside. "Don't run girl, if you do Pa'll shoot you for sure." Ray whispered standing up and following his mother, dragging Sara by the leash. Ma stood next to a low standing tree with a rope hanging from it. Sara only got one good look at the rope but she could see the hangman's knot. "Shhh, she's not actually going to use it." Ray lied leading Sara to the noose and slipping her head through it. "Just sque- " Sara didn't hear whatever he said after that because Pa had grabbed the far end of the rope and hoisted Sara up into the air. "Look at her kick!" He laughed along with Ma as Sara clawed at the rope around her neck, kicking her feet back and forth desperately looking for something. "Sure is pretty." Jed said staring at her bouncing breasts. "Dancin' something fierce, how long you figure she'll last?" "I give her fifteen tops." Pa replied. Sara was aware that they were all watching her but she couldn't see them. Her eyes were only focused on two things, the tree and the rope. The only things her senses could register were the taut rope around her neck and the pain in her fingers as she tore at the rope. Her lungs were on fire as she tried desperately to suck more oxygen in but the rope didn't allow it. "Ten minutes." Jed whispered as Sara's arms flopped down to her sides. She tried a to bring them back up a few times but there wasn't enough strength left in her body to reach up and free herself. "She's still kickin." Ma commented quietly watching as Sara continued to swing slightly, her legs weakly pedaling air. "Cut her down." Ray said looking to his parents for approval. Ma frowned but Pa took a second look at his watch and nodded dropping the rope. Sara fell to the ground with a dull thud her lifeless eyes rolled back into her head. Saliva drooled out of the corner of her mouth to the floor beside her. As soon as Ray pulled the noose from her neck she took a deep desperate gasp of air coughing as she did. "She made it." Ray whispered obviously relieved. He scooped her nearly still body from the ground and carried her back to the doghouse. A soon as she was secured to the doghouse again he smiled and kissed her forehead. "Good girl." Sara would have responded but she couldn't talk at all. That fact probably saved her life though since Ma was within ear shot. "She'll be here in the morn, we need to get this meat into the ice box fore she goes bad." Ma called. Sara watched the boys pick what was left of Rachel up and carry her into the house. She fell asleep to the steady thuds of the men chopping her best friend into smaller pieces. 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