By Dylan

Blackness.

I’m having a horrible dream about knives; knives of all horrible shapes coming at my body. I can see hands gripping them; all different hands. I can’t see the people though; I can’t see beyond the hands. They are taking chunks of flesh from me. I’m screaming and I can’t move. I hear laughing, but I see no faces. What’s that awful smell?

I take in a huge gasp of air. I’m awake; fully awake. My god, what a horrible---where am I? I’m trying hard to focus on my surroundings. Several figures begin to come close. I’m above them. I’m high above them. My arms hurt. I’m hanging from the ceiling above them. My wrists are cuffed together and suspended by chains. Am I back in the arena? Did I lose? I’m so hurt and confused. Oh, God my pussy. My pussy hurts so fucking bad. And I’m naked. I’m naked and so cold.

“What the fuck is happening?” I ask to anyone who will answer. The figures in front of me begin to laugh. There is a man and three women; no, four. One is tied up to a chair behind the others who stand around me. Holy shit! I know these fuckers. The three women; they are the ones from the strip club; the ones who beat me; the ones who said I had nothing to worry about anymore; the ones who said I was safe. I knew it wasn’t over. I knew it was too good to be true. Who the fuck are they? Who do they work for? Why are they doing this to me? And the man. That’s that rich fucker with the wife who practically tried to fucking kill me.

“What do you want?” I cry out to them. I look right at one of the brunettes. The british one; the one I think is the leader; The one who told me…”It’s over. You told me it’s over.”

“What can I say, bitch? I don’t make the rules. I just get paid to follow ‘em,” she says. She is wearing a blue latex dominatrix type outfit. There are so many straps going across her body, it makes me dizzy. She has on matching blue latex thigh high stiletto boots. Her hair is raven black, shoulder length with bangs completely covering her forehead.

Her two cronies stand at her sides and just behind. There is the tall, very skinny brunette; light brown hair actually. She is wearing a black leather g-string and matching halter top, with a zipper undone almost all the way and her DD breast are spilling out. She also has on thigh high stiletto boots; black and deadly looking. The other girl is that dirty blonde bitch with the huge Angelina Jolie lips. She is a bit stocky and her breasts are equally as enormous as both her cohorts. She is wearing all silver; bra and g-string with matching thigh high stiletto boots.

The man….Martin! That’s that fuck’s name. Martin. He played the role of the undercover cop that got me and Brooke to wherever the hell we are. Brooke! There she is - tied up to a chair. She has been stripped down to her bra and panties; sexy blue ones. She’s blonde. She’s beautiful. She’s a cunt. And I love her. I’m gonna kill all these fucks. I’m shaking in my bonds as I dangle at least eight feet above the ground. I’m still wearing my thigh high boots I had on in the match earlier in the night.

I’m in some kind of warehouse. The room is huge and almost empty. I can’t tell how far back the wall behind me is, but in front it goes on forever. At the end I can see a two-way mirror staring directly at me. There are patches of dark and light throughout the room, but for the most part, it looks empty, save for the horrible people holding me captive.

I’m just trying to get it all straight in my head. Maybe that will help me figure a way out. How did I get here? How did this all begin? Who wants me hurt so bad and probably dead? Let’s see…I began by getting into that fight at the gym where I worked. I kicked these three girls’ asses who were fucking with me. This woman Ashlyn calls me and suddenly I’m fighting for sport in her underground women’s fighting league, where the dirtier you fight, the more money you get and the higher you rank. Then, I get a call from that bastard Martin, who says he’s rich and wants me to hire me to fight his wife at his house. That’s where it all began to go wrong. The bitch almost killed me, but I got the better of her. Then, in my next legit match, some crazy bitch breaks the rules and almost breaks my arms…and my cunt. She says someone hired her to hurt me…bad. I couldn’t get her to say who, and after I beat her ass, she disappeared. Then, I met Brooke, who I’d noticed had been following me. I was suspicious at first, but then we became friends, and then lovers. She helped me try to track down who was trying to do me in. It led us to this strip club where we ran into these three cunts that I’m staring at right now. They beat me and forced Brooke to beat me before telling me to stop digging for the truth and that whoever was behind this no longer wanted to hurt me. Everything since was going so good for me, except for my relationship with Brooke, who I just broke up with after learning she’s psycho. And now these bitches are back…with that asshole Martin. Who is behind this? It must be someone from the league who doesn’t want me to make it to the top.

“What do you want from me, you bitch?” I scream at the british bombshell again.

“First of all, sweetheart. It’s Vanessa. Not bitch. Second of all, I don’t want anything, but a fucking payday. I take no pleasure in this,” Vanessa smiles. “Well, maybe just a little.” She looks at the other girls who join in her laughter. “But believe me, I’ve nothing against you at all.”

“WHO?” I scream again.

“Look,” Vanessa continues as she begins pacing back and forth. My arm sockets are really beginning to hurt. “I’m only allowed to tell you two things; one is that the person who’s hired us all is watching right now. They wanted me to let you know that.” Keri looks directly towards the back at the two-way mirror.

“Second thing they wanted me to tell you is that you’re going to die tonight. Slowly. Painfully. Definitely. Sorry I can’t tell you anymore, love.”

The coldest chill runs up my naked spine. I’m terrified beyond words, but if I am to die tonight, I won’t give anyone the satisfaction. “You let me go and I swear I’ll fucking kill the lot of you.”

Vanessa walks over to where Brooke is tied up. “Hey, your friend wants us to let her down. Do you want us to do that?”

Brooke is trembling. “Yes, yes let her down.”

“You got it, sweetheart,” Vanessa says as she struts back over to where I hang. The other girls follow. My feet are by their heads. They pull a couple chains with ankle cuffs around and secure them to my feet. I cannot see them do this, as I can’t look straight down with my arms suspended above my head. I try to kick, but it’s no use against the three girls. The extra weight on the leg chains make my arms stretch all the more. I’m grimacing from the pain and my whole body is still so sore from the hard match I just fought only an hour or so ago. My pussy throbs. My groin muscles are on fire and my tits feel like they’ve been ripped off my body.

The girls back away from me a few steps. Vanessa reaches for a box with two buttons on it that’s suspended from the ceiling; a red button and a green button. She looks me right in the eyes and says, “Going down?”

She presses the green button and suddenly the chains begin moving and my body flies down towards the ground with amazing speed. I fall about seven feet, expecting my ankles to become broken as soon as they hit the ground, as there seems to be a force behind the chains that is pulling them straight down. Suddenly, my momentum is stopped, but not by the ground. Something has just slammed me between the legs….HARD. I gasp loudly and look down. There is a metal railing between my legs. I hadn’t seen it before as it was directly under me the whole time. The railing is cold and metal and about an inch thick and right now buried between my pussy lips. My feet are about three inches suspended off the ground and my arms are still held up tight above my head by the chain that has followed me down. I can’t even process the pain. My eyes flutter. Am I? Yes I am. I’m passing out.

Blackness.

Oh, god. That’s putrid. What is that? Smelling salts. They’ve revived me. Oh, my god, the pain. THE FUCKING PAIN! I begin a low moan that turns into a load wail. Vanessa pushes the red button and I begin an ascent up towards the ceiling again.

“I’ve got plenty of this stuff,” the dirty blonde waves to me as I climb away from her. She is indicating the smelling salt. My head is spinning. What’s going on? The chains stop moving and my body jerks. I suddenly realize I haven’t stopped screaming. My pussy is on fucking fire.

“My turn,” says the other brunette with a French accent. Vanessa hands her the box and she walks over almost underneath me. I strain to look down and can finally see the railing below. She seductively straddles it and waves, then hits the green button.

“Oh god, no!” I scream, as I come sailing down to earth. PING! The sound of my pubic bone hitting the hard metal railing echoes throughout the warehouse. I feel like my cunt has been torn in half. I look straight ahead and scream into the French girl’s face, which is inches from my own. Her own body jumped when my cunt impacted on the railing. I’m screaming in her face and then I look down in horror. I wouldn’t be surprised to see the railing half way imbedded up my stomach.

She gets off the railing and begins skipping around. “That was so fucking cool,” she says.

Is this really happening? Oh my God. I can’t stand the pain. Someone’s gotta help. “HELP ME!” I begin screaming. “Somebody help!” I look to Brooke. Her eyes are wide with terror. “Brooke! Help!”

“Your turn,” says the French girl to the dirty blonde. She comes over to me and begins caressing my body. “How many licks does it take to get to the center of that juicy snatch?” She presses the green button and up I go. Oh, God. Not again. I can’t take anymore. Just shoot me. Put me out of my misery, for fuck’s sake. Wait a minute. I’m going higher than before. I look up and the ceiling is at least sixteen feet off the ground and I stop at the very top. It’s a long fucking way down.

“Oh, you’re fucking evil,” I hear Vanessa say to the blonde.

“If this doesn’t crack that bitch’s cunt, I don’t know what will,” she says.

“DON’T DO IT! PLEASE!” I cry out.

“That’s it!” the blonde screams back. “Beg me, cunt!”

“PLEASE. PLEASE! PLEASE!!!! DON’T HURT MY PUSSY ANYMORE! I CAN’T TAKE IT!

“Are you my bitch?” she asks.

“I’m your bitch! I’m your fucking bitch!”

I’ll say anything. I have no dignity left. I never knew pain like this existed. I thought the match was hard. I didn’t know I could hurt like this and still be alive. I want to die. I just want to fucking die. But I know they won’t let me. Not yet.

“Ok,” she says. For a moment, I think she was just trying to scare me by hoisting me up this high. I let out a small smile of relief. “Come down,” she says. “Let’s talk about it.” Then I realize she’s going to do it. And she does. She hits the button and now I’m being pulled straight down towards that railing. I shoot down like a rocket but I feel like it takes forever for me to reach it, however the anticipation is nothing compared to the inevitable impact. My poor pussy must hit it at about 15mph.

CRUNCH

I can’t move. I can’t scream. I can’t breathe. I see stars. Real stars. My mouth is open as wide as it has ever been and I cannot even describe the torture between my legs, except to say that there is so much pain down there I can literally feel some of it radiate through my pores and outward away from my body.

“Oh my god,” Vanessa turns away.

“That was FUCKING awesome!” the French girl says as she slaps the dirty blonde a huge high five.

I begin to make awful noises as I wheeze in some air. I can’t even think. I’m reduced to a heaping mass of jello. “She is fucked UP!” the dirty blonde says.

“No more of that,” Vanessa says. “We need her to last.”

An intense ringing begins in my ears and I go deaf. I’m beginning to feel a sort of out of body experience. Everything’s getting very hazy. I suddenly don’t mind much. OH FUCK! Don’t do that! I’m rushed back to my agony again. That bitch just gave me another dose of smelling salt. Oh, fuck. Oh, no. My pussy. It’s destroyed. It’s fucking pulverized. It has to be because it feels like it’s been hit by a truck. The girls begin to unshackle me as I cry out, “Stop! Plee-hee-hee-heeassestop. No more. Pleasenomore.”

The cunts mock me as they carry my lifeless body over to the wall where another series of shackles and chains awaits. They force me on my knees and shackle my hands together and again above my head where a couple chains hold them up tight; so tight that I’m forced to stay on my knees and upright. My feet are shackled to the wall behind me and my thighs are spread very wide. I’m too weak to sit up on my knees so I let my arms stretch and take the brunt of the stress of my entire body weight. My head hangs low. I don’t even want to know what’s next. Owww! One of the bitches is pulling my head up by the hair.

“Now I need you to pay attention, Keri,” says Vanessa. She is holding up a huge silver dildo. “Ready for our next little game?”

“Fuck you!” I spit in her face. She wipes and smiles at me as she licks it off her fingers. “If you’re a good little girl and play along, I promise I’ll kill you quick. Bullet to the brain. But if you fuck with us, we’ll make sure this lasts all fucking night long. And then some. And believe me. You’ll feel everything.”

I’m so fucking tired. A bullet to the brain sounds so good right now. I listen. She sees this.

“Good girl,” she says and continues, “Now, this is no ordinary dildo. I’ve attached a timer to the end of it. A five minute timer. That’s how much time you have to suck Martin off here.”

Martin approaches and pulls out his cock in front of her face. Vaness smiles and kisses the head of his half hard cock. She laughs and says, “Oooh, tasty.” I can’t believe this. I’ve already made up my mind. If this asshole shoves his dick in my mouth, it’s not coming out in one piece, so let them try.

“Now…” Vanessa continues, “I’m not without a heart.” She turns on the vibrator. “That’s why I’m gonna let you enjoy yourself too.” She begins to put the dildo inside me. “Oh, yeah. I almost forgot,” she says. “If he doesn’t cum after five minutes is up…” Vanessa hits a button on the dildo and razor sharp spikes suddenly shoot out from every direction about an inch and a huge three inch one from the top. I gasp. “…well, you don’t get a second shot.”

Vanessa hits another button and the spikes retract. She shoves it in my face. “You want to practice first?” I turn my head in protest. “Atta girl.”

Pain is one thing and this kind is bad enough. The worst I’ll ever have. But to add this kind of humiliation on top of that? I’ve sucked cock only once in my life before I knew I didn’t want it then and I swore I’d never do it again. OWWWW!

“AWFUCK!” I find myself shaking and quivering as Vanessa roughly shoves the silver cock in my hole. It fills me up completely and hurts so fucking bad. The vibrations make my pussy feel like it’s being torn apart. Any other time I could take it; I’d probably love it even, but my cunt is so fucking sore, just blowing on it hurts. I feel her turn a knob on the end of the dildo and a quiet ticking begins.

“OK bitch! Start sucking!” Vanessa exclaims.

Martin stands in front of me and all I can see is this cock; this half hard cock staring me right in the face. “It ain’t gonna suck itself, whore!” Martin screams down at me. Aww fuck. I really have to do this, don’t I? I open my mouth a little, then a lot and swallow half his dick in one gulp.

I start moving my head up and down. Right away, he screams, “Teeth, bitch!” I’m too tense and I ease up, and start moving my tongue up and down on his shaft as I deep throat him. I want to puke right away, but I keep it down. Oh no, he didn’t. Now he’s got his hands on the back of my head and he’s fucking my mouth. GAGGHHHH! I pull out and shoot daggers in his eyes.

“You got about four minutes to suck the cum out of my balls,” he says. Not a bad idea, I think. I lurch my head forward and take his left nut in my mouth. I bite down. Hard. He likes it. His dick grows rock hard. Not the reaction I was looking for. I let go and attack his cock again. The girls are cheering me on, but all I can hear is that timer clicking away. Then, I begin to hear the sounds my own throat makes as I go down on him and it just disgusts me.

I’m gonna have to gag myself to get this fucker off. I know it. I begin to do it. I take four or five deep thrusts and then come up for air and a gag reflex. I’m getting into a rhythm and can feel him begin to pre-cum a little. I’m a drooling mess and can’t control my own spit. It’s running down my mouth and his balls. I find that it’s working for him, so I begin spitting on his cock each time I come up for air. I wish someone would get my hair out of my face, though.

“Hold my hair,” I say to Martin. I’m already sucking him again before he even registers what I’ve said. He pulls my hair into a ponytail and holds it. The pain in my pussy all this time is soaring to new heights, as the pressure and vibrations of the dildo and the fact that it’s on full throttle is fucking killing me, but I’m keeping my mind on the task at hand. A free hand is what I wish I had right now. I’d jerk this fucker off and be done with it.

How much time has passed now? I have no idea. It could have been three minutes. It could be nearly five. My pussy could get speared and sliced at any second. I’m panicking. This is how I’m going to die, with some asshole’s cock in my mouth. No. Fuck that. Cum, you bastard. Cum. I suck his dick. I suck like I never knew I could.

I can feel his body tense up a little. He’s close. I can feel it. I bob my head up and down, pulling the skin of his cock with my lips on it faster and faster. I’m so fucking dizzy. As I take what could be my last breath, I look up at him and say, “Cum in my mouth, fucker.” I’m hoping the dirty talk will push him over the edge. His eyes grow wide and he shoves his dick in my mouth until my nose is buried in his bush and the head of his cock hit my tonsils. It takes a lot of force for me to back my head out and begin sucking again. But suck, I do. I’m giving this asshole the best blowjob in the universe. His body jerks again and he pulls tight on my hair. There he goes. He’s about to…

“OH GOD! OH GOD! OH GOD! SUCK IT, YOU FUCKING BITCH!” he cries.

Oh, please God, save my pussy. Let this bastard cum in my mouth and save my poor pussy. Ooooh. Whatever that was, it just hit the back of my throat. Oh, my god. This guy is cumming…a lot. A real fucking lot. I really want to puke now.

“YEESSSSSSSSSSSSSS!” After ten agonizing seconds of spewing, he pulls his cock out of my mouth. I’m about to spit this shit out when he holds my jaw shut with one hand and puts the other on the dildo.

“Swallow, bitch,” he says. I know I’ll die before I swallow this motherfucker’s spunk. I pretend to, but actually do swallow a healthy chunk. My body reacts violently. I’m really going to puke now. He thinks I’ve swallowed it all and pulls the dildo roughly out of my cunt. It’s such a violent pull, I can’t keep my mouth shut and spit the rest of his cum right in his motherfucking face, which is what I was going to do anyway. Just as he pulls the vibrator out, the time expires and the spikes expand. However, he is so surprised by his own gizz being spit in his face that he forgot to keep his hand on the safe end of the dildo and the spikes pierce his hand. He falls back over his own trousers, which are around his ankles and screams. With cum dripping down my face, I can’t help but laugh.

Vanessa runs up to me and clocks me with a hard closed fist, knocking me into outer space.

“Not the face,” a meek voice says. It’s Brooke. She is ignored as Vanessa pulls my head up by the hair and slugs me again.

“I said NOT THE FUCKING FACE!” This time Brooke’s voice is harsh, a tone I’ve never heard before. Everyone looks back at her; even me, in my fucked up state. Well, not Martin. He’s in his own world of pain right now, and rightly so, the fuck.

All attention goes to Brooke, who says, “Untie me. Now.” She then stares daggers at the dirty blonde, who immediately sets her free. What the fuck is going on? Brooke stands up and rubs her wrists where she was just bound. She struts confidently in between the women, who just wait for her next move. I must be totally delirious. I can’t understand…spit, spit…what the fuck is going on.

“You bitches would fuck up a three-way,” Brooke says. The French girl looks down. “Looks like I’m gonna have to speed up the party a little sooner than I wanted to. I’ll think about how you’re going to compensate me later.”

“Brooke?” I ask. “What are you saying?”

This can’t be. This just can’t be, but I begin to cry, because in my heart I know that it is.

Brooke walks towards me. Even with the prospect of death staring me in the face, I still can’t help but think how fucking hot she looks and how much I want her…even now…especially now. She looks down at me, as if a different person, an older, wiser person, and caresses my face with her lovely right hand.

“We were so good together, Keri,” Brooke says. “We were perfect.” Her demeanor changes and I see the devil in her eyes for the first time. She back up a step and unleashes and ungodly kick to my already busted vagina.

“Owwwwwwwwwwwwww!” My body sways back and force, supported by the chains above. My thighs strain to close my legs, but the shackles around my ankles keep them wide open.

“You hurt me, Keri,” Brooke says right before she kicks me again. I’m so weak. I’m crying buckets now.

“You really…”

KICK

“….FUCKING…”

KICK

“…HURT ME!”

KICK!

KICK!

KICK!

I’m crying like a little girl. Not only because of the unspeakable pain, but because of the pain behind it. I refuse to believe it, even though it’s kicking me right in the cunt.

“It can’t be,” I blubber out. “It couldn’t be you the whole time. Why?” I’m now screaming up at her “WHY?!”

“I could give you some clinical psychological historical diagnosis, but let’s suffice it to say that I just get off on it,” Brooke says and pounds me again. Oh, kill me. Now, I really want to die.

“I just didn’t expect to fall in love with you,” Brooke says. “When I first saw you, you were an object. The way your body reacts to pain. Your facial expressions. It was…orgasmic. I had to have you. I had to destroy you. But then, I never expected you to be so strong.” Brooke begins to tear. “Fuck, I never expected to feel the way I do. I did. And then, you broke my fucking heart. Just like all the others.” She kicks me again. Right on my clit.

“HOOOOOOWWWWWWWWWWWWWLLLLLLL….I STILL LOVE YOU!” I scream. I’m not sure if I mean it or not.

She laughs; not mockingly, but in a touched way. “I know,” she says. “But it can never be. This is how I want you now. This is the way it has to be.”

“No. It doesn’t. You can stop. You called the cops. You saved me tonight,” I say.

“I saved you for me,” Brooke replies. “I thought that other bitch was really going to kill you and I couldn’t let her take that from me. I needed to save you for me. For this.”

“Please. Don’t! Don’t kill me.” I’m out of bargaining. I can hardly keep my head together.

“Enough. Sshhh! I don’t want to gag you. It’s so much better when I can hear you scream, so don’t make me gag you.” Brooke’s make-up begins to run and she walks away for a moment to wipe her eyes.

Martin is still in the corner cradling his wounded hand and moaning like a little bitch. Brooke struts over to him and pulls him up by the hair. “Go suffer someplace else.” Martin stumbles to the other side of the warehouse, out of sight and earshot.

“Let her go,” Brooke says to the girls. They give her a ‘what?’ look. “Undo her fucking chains, beeatches. We’re giving my old friend a one time chance to get out of here.”

The girls undo me and I fall on my hands and knees, then crumple to the floor completely. “After all…” Brooke continues, “You’re this big, bad fighter, aren’t you? I want you to fight Vanessa. If you win, you live. Simple as that.”

Sure. Real simple.