Oh, the power we have to turn a woman into this. It is intoxicating. We could smell her terror, see her fear running down her upside-down body towards her tits and face and we wanted more.
John was laughing at her now. He looked at the yellow stream running into her hair and leaned closer to her face.
“Oh you fucking beautiful cunt,” he said in a loud whisper, “I may just decide to keep you. You are so deliciously weak and fragile and small.” He took her tit in his big hand, squeezing it viscously. “I want to see your innocent face look up at me in devotion like my dog does, I want to see you crawling back for more of whatever I want to give you because you can’t think of anything else that matters.” His mouth was next to her ear by now. “You will be my dogs’ dog and I will hurt you until the end of your days – starting now.”
And then he got up. “Stupid cunt. Let’s slaughter her.”
I have seen this before. But this time he did it neatly, as if he was taking into account how it will look after it healed.
She screamed when he first cut in her flesh. He broke through her skin just under her butt and drew a thin line of blood over her white cheek until it tapered out just beneath her back. The blood immediately started running down her back. We could see her legs tense and her butt tense and the blood was mingling with the blood of the animal that has dried on her skin.
“No!!” Her scream cut through the air when he started on the next incision.
We were watching a wet dream.
The knife was sharp and sliced effortlessly through her tender skin – six times. He carved three parallel lines down the centre of each cheek. It was his trademark. One of them. Each would heal into a thin red ridge. But before it healed it would hurt, and John had this down to a science.
There was a point to this. The cunt was becoming an it. A thing, a piece of meat. She was screaming and begging and no one was acknowledging it. Until eventually she got the message and fell quiet, settling for tears. It was a fucking shame, we love to hear cunts scream.
I wished John would just finish the fuck up. I did not touch the goods myself but loved to watch them suffer. But he had his ways.
Like opening the bitches up. He liked the first openings to be special and memorable – after that he couldn’t care less and shared with all. This cunt had a memorable opening of her fist two holes if you bloody ask me.
The gang throat-rape was a brilliant start. And then John raped her tight little cunt on top of that dying animal – how could he top that!?
I looked at her bloody ass and pictured the tiny, virgin hole waiting to be violated into shreds and I could barely contain myself anymore. My dick was throbbing violently by now.
It was time. John turned to the carcass behind him. It was stripped bare of flesh. The dogs would get the rest. But there was one thing he needed first.
The dick.
It was an enormous bull. And it had an enormous dick which was still hanging from the body. The butchers have done a good job, keeping it intact like that. John cut through the filthy sinewy phallus which must have started to reek by then and then he showed it to the cunt.
There is just no way to please a bitch. Fuck, I hate them. Always going on about size that matters and when you give her a big one, she starts whimpering like an idiot. Fucking slut. I knew she was going to shit blood for a week and I couldn’t wait to see it.
One of the friends was standing closer. We all wanted to be reminded of the size of that hole. He pulled the bloody butt-cheeks apart to show us where the bull’s dick was going to go. It was never going to fit. The thing in John’s hand was twice as thick as the intended target. This was going to be brutal.
Fuck! It was one of the sexiest things I ever saw, and I have seen sick shit in my time. She screamed the whole time he was forcing the piece of meat up her dry hole. And he took his time doing it. We could see the cute little cherry stretch and stretch and then some more. There was tearing and there was fresh blood. We saw her body tense and knew this was going to make it worse. We saw her hands grasping in the air, struggling to find something to hold on to. What is sexier than a woman bleeding? He pushed that thing so deep into her hole that I wondered if she would survive it. But she took it all.
And then the fucking started.
They took turns raping her ass with that cut-off dick. The ropes around her ankles were pulled to max keeping her body in the air while they were fucking her senseless. They fucked her hard, fast. Unending. Deep. Violently. They fucked her dry and then fucked her raw. They used that fucking whore the way cunts were meant to be used. Sometimes they stopped for a while, having a sip of bear, passing the dick to the next guy, taking as break. But her asshole never got a break. Not until they were all done. Not until her ass was a gaping hole (I knew it wouldn’t stay that way, not yet).
And then John declared the cunt open.
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I cut it loose after everyone retired for the night. It was not safe to leave meat out in the open. I knew what was in store for her the following day since one of the women ask me to help organize it. Cunt was not going to like it. But this was her life now. Time to accept it.
Fucking bitch.
(may be conitiued)