By Dylan

“Come on, bitch. I’ll even let you have the first shot,” Vanessa says in her ultra sexy, very refined brit accent.

She is standing over my latest victim; my bitch; my Keri. Vanessa looks so good in her blue latex dominatrix one-piece outfit, with the various straps criss-crossing every which way across her amazingly tanned and toned body. I’ve always had this rule about not fucking the help, but I may have to make an exception tonight. First thing’s first, though. I’ve had my fill of being sweet on Keri. Everything with her has just been foreplay until now. I’m gonna bust her cunt and make her scream until I cum like a waterfall. Yes, I’m sick. I know it, but at this moment I don’t give a fuck. At this moment, I’m gleefully giving in to every sadistic craving I have. And this bitch is going to get it so much worse than all the others. This bitch made me care. She made me care and then she broke my heart. I’ll never make that mistake again. They’re all nothing but worthless whores, and she’s no different. So, she’s going to suffer. She’s going to suffer like I’ve never made any of them suffer. And then she’s going to die. She’s going to die tonight or my name isn’t Brooke Richardson.

Keri. Naked. Sweating. Trying to get up on her knees. She’s so pathetic. I love it. Go ahead, honey. Take your time. I’ve got this warehouse. I’ve got all night. No one’s coming to help and nobody’s gonna hear you scream.

Vanessa is standing in front of her with her hands on her hips and slightly leaning to her left side. God, I’d like to bust her muff, too. Keri is taking in long, deep breaths. Her nipples are rock hard and the light off the harsh overhead lights makes her wet and perfect body glisten. Maybe I’ll fuck her one more time before she dies. We’ll see how it goes.

Suddenly, Keri rises up on her knees and sends a huge forearm uppercut between Vanessa’s open legs.

“Ohhhhhh!” Vanessa screams, taken by surprise and crosses her legs, stumbling around and trying not to fall. I can’t help but holler and clap.

“That’s my girl,” I say to Keri, who shoots daggers at me with her beautiful blue eyes.

“You asked for it,” I say to Vanessa, who looks pretty pissed.

“Stand her up,” Vanessa orders her two compadrés, Anita, the French brunette beauty; and Houston, the dirty blonde bombshell. Like good little soldiers, they comply and lift Keri to her feet by her arms. Keri’s legs are limp, though. She looks weak and unable to support herself. Her legs actually look like jello.

“On your own two feet, bitch!” Vanessa screams at Keri, as she rubs her own crotch in mild discomfort. Keri does not comply. Vanessa walks very purposefully towards her. “I said…” She latches her hands onto Keri’s tits with two extremely firm grips. This is getting interesting. She continues, “…on your fucking feet!”

Keri immediately screams and latches her own hands on Vanessa’s wrists. Vanessa pulls up on the wounded mammaries and, low and behold, Keri is standing up without the help of Houston or Anita.

Vanessa continues to tug hard on Keri’s tits. I can’t wait until I jump in. But, not yet. “You thought that was funny, didn’t you bitch?” Vanessa growls in Keri’s face.

Keri doesn’t say a word, but instead snaps her head forward and gives Vanessa a huge head-butt, smashing her nose. Blood begins pouring down Vanessa’s face and she immediately releases her hold on Keri. Keri drops to her knees immediately and sends another forearm uppercut to Vanessa’s twat. Vanessa now drops to her knees in front of Keri, with one hand on her nose and the other between her legs.

“You broke my fucking nose, you cunt!” Vanessa muffles through her hand. Keri grabs her by the back of the head and pushes her to the ground. Next, she grabs one of the nearby chains that had previously been used to bind her and wraps it around Vanessa’s throat. Keri painfully shuffles her body behind Vanessa and pulls up hard on the chains. Vanessa is being choked…hard. Anita rushes over. Keri sees this, and with the free end of the chain, she whips it at her, striking her across the face and stopping her in her tracks. Anita retreats, crying like a baby. I can see a smirk grow across Keri’s face. I knew I picked her for a reason. I know Keri’s close to permanent collapse, but she’s a hard nut to crack.

Just as she goes back to the business of strangling Vanessa, Vanessa pushes off her feet backwards and sends them both back peddling until they reach the back wall of the warehouse. Vanessa slams Keri into it hard, knocking the wind out of her. Keri loosens up on the chains. Vanessa slides her body to the left slightly and sends her elbow back hard, smashing Keri in the gut. Keri almost lets go of the chain just as Vanessa raises her right arm and sends it smashing backward, driving a fist into her cunt. That just about does it for Keri and she slides down the wall and lands flat on her round ass.

Vanessa stumbles around a few seconds coughing madly before setting her sights back on Keri, who is huddled in a ball against the wall. Vanessa wildly begins kicking her all over with her sharp stiletto boots. With every kick, blood sprays down from her broken nose and showers Keri’s naked body. She kicks her ribs, her legs, and pounds her knee into her head. It’s like a back street alley beat down. Vanessa is totally unsatisfied, as she wants Keri to open her body up for some real punishment, but Keri won’t have it; that is, until Vanessa lands a good shot right under her chin, knocking her silly.

With Keri temporarily dazed, Vanessa pulls her away from the wall by her boots. With Keri lying on her right side, Vanessa lifts up her left leg sideways and sends her boot into the gap, slamming the tip of it into Keri’s cunt. Keri springs back to life with a loud HOWL. Vanessa is very pleased and repeats the move two more times.

“Oh fuck!”

“OH FUUUUUCK!” screams Keri.

Vanessa turns her on her back, spreads her legs wide and drops a knee onto her busted cunt. The sound of knee bone hitting pubic bone echoes throughout the warehouse followed immediately by a…”JESUSCHRIST!” from Keri.

Vanessa stands up and repeats the move again. And again. And again. And again until she is out of breath; a total of seven times. Keri is on the verge of passing out again. Vanessa keeps her alert by stomping on her pussy, then grinding her heel down until it is buried deep inside Keri’s cunt.

“OHMYGODNO!” Keri screams. Her hands pound the floor. Vanessa begins to cruelly twist her foot back and forth, while holding onto Keri’s ankles. I’m totally getting wet and begin fingering myself as I take in every scream and agonized expression on Keri’s face. The twisting is driving her out of her mind. She begins pulling her own hair out. Her mouth is wide open and her eyes are rolling back into her head. Her back is arching upwards and her thighs are involuntarily trembling. She looks just like she did when I gave her a huge orgasm the first time we fucked. It’s amazing how different the sensations can give the identical physical responses. Or maybe…

“Does that feel good, Keri?” I taunt as I bend over her body.

“That’s right, bitch!” Vanessa screams down at her. “Take it all! Every fucking inch!”

“S-S-S-STOP! PLEEEEEEEEEAAAAAASE STOP!” Keri howls. After about a minute, Vanessa finally pulls her heel out. Keri gasps in relief. Then, she very meekly says, “ohno,” because she can see from Vanessa’s face that she is going to do it again. Vanessa thrusts her foot out hard and the heel goes right in this time. Keri’s body stiffens. Vanessa’s next move is genius. While still holding firmly to both her ankles, Vanessa falls to the floor on her ass, with her heel still buried in Keri’s crotch. The tortured look on Keri’s face says that this movie totally tears her up inside. She immediately passes out. Damn. I was just about to cum.

“That fucking bitch broke my nose!” Vanessa screams as she removes her heel from my sweetheart’s pussy.

“Old news, honey,” I reply.

“I’m getting out of here,” she says.

“No one leaves until it’s over,” I snap back. “Go over to Martin and nurse each other’s wounds.” She can tell by the look on my face that I’m serious. After all, she who has the money has the power. And I am one rich bitch. I’ve got millions. How else could I have orchestrated every attack on Keri for weeks.

“Time to take her top off!” I exclaim. “Houston. You’re up.” Houston knows the drill. She affixes two breast clear plastic cups over Keri’s bare tits and turns a knob on each. They act as suction cups; very powerful ones. On the tips of the cups there are two metal hoops, right by the nipples. Houston ties the ends of two long lengths of rope to each hoop. In the center of the floor are two ankle cuffs with very short chains on each. They are fastened to the concrete floor. Houston and Anita drag Keri’s body over to it. They hoist her body standing upright and Anita grabs her hair and ties it around a horizontal bar that hangs from above by another chain. This keeps Keri standing upright. The girls then fasten Keri’s ankles in the cuffs. The cuffs are about 2 feet apart, making Keri’s stance nice and wide. She’s still out cold.

Lastly, each girl takes a hold of a different rope that is tied to the breast suction cups attached to Keri’s breasts; Anita grabs the rope attached to Keri’s right breast and Anita grabs the one attached to her left. They walk in opposite directions from one another, to the right and left of Keri’s body. They each get to a point where a pole is erected from floor to ceiling. They wrap the rope around their own poles and then walk back towards one another and Keri’s body. Once the two lengths of rope meet in front of Keri’s body, they attach both ends to another set of breast suction cups. Houston takes her top off and attaches these to her own tits. She is standing directly in front of Keri.

“Ow. This stings,” she says and laughs. The rope is very taut. It goes from both her breast suction cups out away from her body on either ends, around the pole and then to Keri’s suction cups. They are all connected in one big kind of circle. She reaches her arms out to her sides and gives both ropes a couple good tugs. The result is the rope getting tight around the pole and, since the other ends are connected to Keri’s tits, the glands get pulled away from one another. I think you get the idea.

Nothing left to do but wake the bitch up, which Anita does with the smelling salts. Keri rouses with a very pained look on her face. She looks so helpless, confused and innocent, I fucking love it.

“What the---“ Keri looks down. “Oh, no.” She quickly takes in the apparatus and how she is tied to Houston. She sees Houston reach outward, grab and then tug at the ropes. She feels the strain on her breasts.

“Not this. Not there,” Keri says. “Don’t fucking do it!” She is suddenly very coherent and even stern with Houston. I walk up to her and grab her cheeks with my fingers.

“This is my party, Keri,” I say.

“Please, don’t do this,” Keri says. She tries to move, but realizes her feet are planted in place by the ankle chains. She can hardly even move her head because her hair is tied to the metal bar above.

“You remember how much that hurt last time?” I ask. “Having those implants torn from your body?”

Keri must realize she’s not getting any reprieve, because her response to me is, “Fuck you.” Oohh. She spit. She spit right in my face. That kinda turns me on.

“All you have to do is be stronger than Houston, here. She’s in the same predicament. Just rip her tits off. Before she does you. I know you’ve got some fight left in you. Don’t give up, girl,” I’m almost spontaneously cumming, this is so much fun.

Keri takes her stare off me and onto Houston. She reaches out away from her body to the right and left and grabs hold of the ropes. Houston firms her grip and licks her lips. They are only about two feet in front of one another.

“Let’s go, tough girl,” Houston says. They immediately both begin to pull. The rope goes tight and I can hear the strain that the rope makes around the poles, squeaking from being pulled. It’s a stalemate tug of war for the first few seconds, but I can see how weak this whole ordeal has made Keri. Her arm muscles are toned and stretched out tight. She’s sweating profusely. Houston tries not to show it, but I can tell she’s struggling, too. I pace around them both, ducking under the ropes when I have to in order to circle around.

I whisper in Keri’s ear from behind. “Come on, Keri. She’s got nothing on you. You fucked up Martin. You fucked up Vanessa. You even got a good shot in on Anita. You’re angry, aren’t you? You want to rip those tits right off, don’t you?”

“No.” Keri answers. “Just yours, you psycho cunt.” I put my hand between Keri’s legs from behind and gently rub her swollen pussy lips. She gasps.

“That’s why I love you, Keri,” I say. “Because you’ll never quit. That’s what’s gonna make breaking you so fucking awesome!”

I put my hands on her hips from behind and caress her ass. I have an absolutely cruel idea. “Houston….kick her in the cunt.” I can feel Keri’s body tense up sharply.

“BITCH!” She tries to turn her head towards me. I stand close to her body as Houston lashes out with her high heel stripper boot and lands a perfect hit. The top of her boot slams into my baby’s cunt and the tip of the boot just misses me, standing just behind her. Keri’s body jolts back into mine and I hold her hips tight. She screams bloody murder and a cold shiver runs through my body. Her legs quiver and she starts to fall, but her hair tied above her head holds her painfully upright. She loses her grip on the ropes and Houston pulls her own’s tightly. Keri’s breasts are pulled away from one another painfully. She gasps and regains a hold of the ropes to stop them from being pulled any further.

I suppose due to a combination of the pain in her scalp, her tits and her pussy almost simultaneously, she releases a battle cry…”YAGGHHHHHHHHHH!” She pulls tight on the ropes and suddenly it is Houston whose tits get yanked apart a few inches. Her eyes go wide and she feels a twinge of pain.

“YOU FUCKERS! YOU FUCKING MOTHERFUCKERS!” Keri screams. I like it behind her, but I walk around until I’m behind Houston. I want to get a good look at Keri’s face on the next one. I slap Houton’s ass like the cash whore that she is and say, “Bust her again.”

Keri is helpless and begins to scream her defiance before she is even struck. Houston winds up her right leg and kicks again. Same spot. Same tortured reaction. Keri is more prepared this time, though, and does not let up on the ropes. Instead, the force of the blow causes her to pull harder. Houston screams as her tits gets pulled harshly outwards. Houston begins to stammer in place and try to regain control, but Keri is seriously overpowering her with her upper body strength.

“YYYYYYYYYYYYAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHH!” Houston screams, as her tits are being torn away from her chest. She frantically kicks Keri’s crotch.

“AHHHHH!”

PHUMP!

“FUUUUUCCCCCKKK!”

WHACK!

“GRRRRRRRRRR!”

It’s finally after the third kick in a row that Houston can feel Keri’s grip weaken a bit. It isn’t enough, though. She moves in close and knees her in the twat.

“OHMYGOD!” screams Keri. Houston has nailed her in the clit and it shakes her to her very core. They are mere inches away from one another and Keri moves in for the head-butt, but gets painfully stopped short by her bound hair. Her hands slip. They are now even again. Houston breathes as her breasts are back in place.

I walk behind Keri again and whisper in her ear. “Don’t give up, Keri.” At the same time, I nod to Houston. She knows what I mean. Houston unleashes another ungodly kick to Keri’s abused twat. Again, I move my body close to hers and take in the vibration of the blow. I’m so wet, my own juices are running down my thigh. Houston kicks again and Keri’s ass is thrust into my crotch. I bite her neck from behind as she screams.

Keri next scream is a mixture of pain and frustration. I’m sure what she wouldn’t give to have her legs freed up to kick her back. Upon Houston’s next kick, Keri can apparently take it no longer. She lets go of the ropes and blocks Houston’s kick, grabbing her leg and holding it up in the air. With no resistance from Keri, Houston pulls the ropes as tight as she can and Keri’s tits get pulled away from one another with two loud CRUNCHES. Her body stiffens and…”OOOOOOOOOOOOWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWW!” she cries. She lets go of Houston’s leg and grasps her tits through the plastic suction cups, trying to push them back together. She stares down in horror as her tits are almost wrapped around the sides of her body. Houston keeps pulling. “YEAH, BITCH!” she screams as she unmercifully unleashes another cunt kick, this time landing the tip of her sharp boot right onto Keri’s clit.

I fully expect Keri to pass out again, but she doesn’t. Is it possible that the pain won’t let her? I can’t help myself. I stand between the girls and face Keri. I take her face in my hands and grasp it tightly.

“Take it, bitch! You take it all night long!” I scream and then begin pumping my knee into her crotch. Again and again. Over and over. All the while Houston keeps pulling on the ropes. I stop my frenzied attack, as does Houston. Keri’s breasts return to their normal position and she collapses. Her hair gets pulled painfully tight, as it’s now supporting the rest of her body. She must be really fucked up because she doesn’t even react to that pain. She is reduced to a moaning, blubbering mess.

“Cut her down,” I say to Anita. Houston removes her own suction cups and caresses her tits. “That was fucking intense,” she says through labored breaths. I shiver as if I have just cum. My head is spinning and I kind of wish for five seconds to be inside Keri’s head; to know the unbearable pain I’m putting her through. I guess I’m a little insane. I really don’t care. All I know right now is my insatiable obsession to beat Keri’s pussy until there’s nothing left. I want to destroy her. I need to destroy her. I don’t want to think about the fact that I know as soon as she’d gone, I’ll just need to find another bitch and do it all over again. One thing is scaring me, though. I know it. I feel it. I’ll never find another as special as her; as strong, or as brave. God, I hope to make her last at least another hour. I don’t know if she will, though.

As Houston and Anita coldly remove Keri’s bonds, she’s quivering and pleading with them softly. “Kill…me. Please. Kill me.”

“Soon, kitten. Soon,” I say ever so softly.

“On the mattress,” I order Houston and Anita. They carry Keri over to the far side of the warehouse where a mattress lies in the middle of the floor. Again, there are more cuffs; more chains. They force Keri, or rather, position her; she’s not holding up much resistance, on her knees on the mattress. Her hands are bound together with rope, which is tied to a chain that hangs directly above. The chain disappears in the rafters and Keri is on her knees with her arms forced slightly above her head. She is bent over in the doggy style position. Houston spreads her legs wide and fits a couple ankle cuffs that come from the floor, keeping her again in a very vulnerable position, with little maneuvering room. Keri begins weeping.

Every time one of my bitches get to this point, I know they’re near the end. Keri’s strong, but she’s no exception. There are no words. I don’t need to say any and I don’t need to hear any. All I need to hear is this bitch scream. I take off her last bit of clothing; her knee high stiletto boots off and put them on myself. Nice fit, actually.

Here it comes. My turn. I’ve been waiting for this for so long. I am going to cunt kick this bitch until her pubic bone breaks. Don’t get me wrong. I don’t hate her. I just need to do this. I stand behind her as her ass stares back at me. I can see her red and swollen pussy between her gorgeous legs. I back up about ten feet and charge. I run like a football punter and send my right leg crashing into her box. Her whole body lifts off the mattress. The chains rattle and she cries out gloriously.

“OHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!”

“OHHHHHHHHHHH!”

“OHHHHHH!”

“Yeah! That was all me, Keri,” I say to her. I don’t expect any kind of response but continuous wailing, but am always surprised by her, as she defiantly says…

“You-youu-c-can’t l-l-look me in the face, you f-fucking coward?”

“Oh, yes I can,” I reply back. “But your ass is so much prettier to look at.” I unleash another kick. She screams again and her body jolts. God, this feels so good.

“Oooh, did that hurt? Did that hurt you?” I tease and kick her again.

“GODSTOP!” she cries.

I kick her harder.

“I’m sorry. I’m so sorry,” she whimpers out after another ear-shattering scream.

“Aw, honey. You have nothing to be sorry for. It’s not you. It’s me,” I say and kick her again as hard as I fucking can. This time I can actually feel her pubic bone move forward on impact. I think I’m close to busting her wide open.

“AHHHH! AHHHH! AHHHH!” The bitch just won’t stop screaming after that one. I love it. This beautiful music is suddenly interrupted by the low gutteral moans of Vanessa and Martin behind me. ”You two pussy-ass bitches. Take it outside. I don’t need you anymore.”

Martin, with his bleeding hand and Vanessa, with her broken nose shuffle out of the warehouse. This is unacceptably distracting. “Jesus Christ,” I sigh. Keri’s screams have turned into child-like whimpers. Her body is shivering and the chains holding her arms up constantly rattle from it.

I suddenly have this urge to be gentle with my former fuck-buddy. I don’t know where it comes from, but I’ll go with it. I lay on my back and position my head between her spread thighs. I grab her around her supple ass and begin softly kissing her pussy lips. She jolts at every touch.

“Ssshhh,” I say softly. “I’m not going to hurt you now.” Kissing turns to licking and soon my tongue is exploring her engorged hole. I can’t believe it. After all she’s been through I think she is actually getting wet.

“Tell me you want me,” I whisper as I come up for air. I tease her clit with my tongue.

“I---“ Keri begins weakly. “I want you.”

I feel all warm and wet inside.

“I want you TO FUCKING DIE YOU PSYCHO CUNTRAG! DIE JUST FUCKING DIE!”

Fucking bitch! I’m gonna be real calm about this. After all, what did I really expect? “Stupid bitch.” I say. “You could have been cumming instead of going.” With that I take a firm grasp around her waist and bury my head in her pussy, clamping down with my teeth on her lips.

“NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!” Keri screams as her body tenses up. I shake my head back and forth like a fucking animal. I pull down, stretching her cunt lips far out. I find myself growling and drooling. I stop before I draw blood, though. Just a little tenderizing for what I have planned next.

I strap on the world’s biggest dildo. It has plastic nubby like spikes protruding from all around, obviously designed more for pain than pleasure. I strip down to my bare ass. I look over to Anita, who looks ill. I need to hire tougher bitches next time. I walk over in front of Keri to show her the apparatus. Attached to the dildo is a wire with a rod and button at the end. I push to test it. A sharp metal spike shoots out the head of the dildo three inches. Keri’s eyes bug out of her head. I hand her the rod with the button.

“Here’s something we never did together, Keri,” I say. “I was saving it for tonight. When you’ve had enough, just push the button and it will all be over.” That’s humane, right? Giving her the option to kill herself? I get on my knees behind her on the mattress and begin to shove the dildo in by thrusting my pelvis forward. The head of this monster cock is twice the size of her hole and it takes some work just to wrap Keri’s lips around it.

“S-S-STOP! IT’S TOO FUCKING BIG!” Keri screams. I grab her ass around her hips and pull her in. She gasps as the first row of spikes make their way in.

“ohmygod. Ohmygod. Ohmygod,” she keeps repeating. I reach up and grab her hair in a ponytail and thrust again. My cock goes in another several inches.

“FUUUUUUUUUUCK!” she cries out. I have another cruel idea. I reach around and grab her tits firmly and pull back on them hard.

“OHFUCKNOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!” My surrogate cock thrusts in another four inches. It’s now 3/4 all the way in. Without letting go of her tits, I begin slowly thrusting in and out. I can feel the spikes scrape her up inside. My nails dig in to her tits. I can feel her busted implants, jiggling around loosely. She wails like I want her to.

Her thumb goes over the button. Is she going to do it? Is she going to end her own misery? All the others did. Why should she be any different?

“Do it, Keri. Do it!” I scream as I fuck her hard and fast. Her thumb is hovering over it.

“Oh, God help me,” she whispers.

BANG!

A loud noise behind me. I pull out of Keri’s cunt and turn around just as she presses the button. She was going to do herself in. I can’t think about that now. Someone has just busted up the party.

Who the fuck?---I know her. It’s Janine. The champion of Ashlyn’s league. What the fuck is she?---She’s got a fucking gun. Holy Shit!

She just stares in horror at the lot of us and says, “You sick fucks!” Anita makes the mistake of running. Don’t know where the stupid bitch thought she was going. Janine shoots her three times in the chest. She goes down hard, gurgling blood and writhing on the floor.

“Just take it ea---“ I begin.

“Shut the fuck up! What are those over there? Handcuffs? Use ‘em. Cuff yourselves. NOW!” she orders.

I see I’m going to have to play this one cool for the moment. Houston and I go to the far side of the warehouse and cuff ourselves to the wall. Now I feel ridiculous standing here cuffed naked and wearing this stupid strap-on. Janine walks right up to me and says, “What the fuck are you doing? What the fuck is wrong with you people?”

“You wouldn’t understand,” I reply. Perhaps I’m a bit too smug, for she raises her hand and with the butt of the gun hits me over the-----

Blackness.