[darkstalker]

“Come here and unzip it,” he’d said. She’d shaken her head, the tears running down her eyes. The shot had come an inch from her left hand. Any closer and it would’ve gone through.
“Now!” he’d ordered.
She stumbled to the floor in her haste to please, being quick to unzip his pants. His member had sprung from his loins like a viper and he’d smiled then, a dark look on his eyes. “Now... run your tongue over it and suck on it you whore.”
With tears running down her eyes, she’d done as she was told, running her tongue down the length of his already hard cock, tasting the precum at the edge of his penis. It had been a sickly taste, and when he’d instructed her to tease the head, running her tongue down its center she’d sobbed. But with gun pointed at her she’d done as told, repressing the bile she felt coming off.
He’d instructed her to fondle his testicles and she’d been at a point of digging her nails in, but looking up at his cold, hard eyes, she’d thought against it. It wouldn’t have done her good to defy him and then get a bullet through her head.
“Now suck it,” he’d said, and she’d take it in, moving her head up and down its length. He’d thrown his gun aside and begun thrusting into her mouth, both hands clamped in her hair, handfuls of it in his wiry fingers. She’d screamed, moaned, but he hadn’t let go, instead thrusting roughly in and out of her mouth, pistonfucking it like it were a pussy. Which she thought, to him, it probably was...
The whole ordeal came to an end when she’d been forced to swallow the vile seed. Then he’d left.
Over the next few days she’d been made to repeat her lines for the camera over again, with the old man, Greg she knew him to be called now, or Steven, the wiry one, making her perform lude acts of masturbation and oral service, touching herself while she said words she didn’t mean. Though she wondered how long she could last out anymore? She was beginning to believe the words just so she’d avoid being hurt.
At least they’d avoided using her pussy in this time, but they continuously forced her to do oral. Again and again.

Today when they were done he’d put the gun away and wiped her face roughly with her own blouse then jerked her by the arm out the door, dragging her past more rooms and halls into the large room with the tripods set up.
“Alright Greg,” he’d said, getting the fat man’s attention. “I think she’s ready now.”
And that’s where it had left off, with her doing a foul commercial degrading herself and now Steve was setting up another camera, and another. Setting them up to focus on the bed. Oh Brian, she thinks, where are you?!

*****

Steven walks slowly back up to the woman, the bitch, he thinks. He’d rather not give her a name, that gives her too much respect, and all she is now is a piece of fuck meat. Fuck meat that will be broken and ripped apart, though she doesn’t know that yet. He smiles maliciously as he watches her struggle, fighting against her binds.
He grabs her skirt from both sides, lifting it over her hips, exposing the soft flesh of her cunt. She’s struggling, shaking her hips, dragging the skirt back down. He frowns and turns to her head, jerking her head up by the scalp.
“Now you listen here bitch, if you want this to go easier on you, you won’t move! Got it?!” She starts crying. “Got it!?” he says again, jerking her scalp. She nods quickly.
“Good,” he says and moves down to her hips, jerking the denim skirt back up to show her clean shaven pussy. It still looks red from earlier where he’d made her stuff her panties in and pull them out, and he’s going to keep it that way for now...
He removes his belt slowly and folds it up. He really wants to use the metal end with the clasp and bit of metal sticking out. Tear away from her pretty flesh. But right now they need customers. Customers were coming and they meant he had a place to stay.
But customers also wanted these bitches as fresh as possible. Especially when they were the first ones. No. For now he’d just brutally punish the bitch for what she is, and for not allowing him to get off on her in the van. He can only take so many blow jobs from the whore before he needs to blow his load somewhere else. So she’s going to pay for that.

Alicia stares wide eyed at Steven’s belt, unwilling to move. He wacks it against his hand again, a slow methodical slap of leather against flesh. She stares, sweat already beading on her forehead. No, she thinks, not again. Not...
The first wack hits straight across her pussy lips, aiming low. She cries out, feeling the burn of the belt, the flesh suddenly reddening. The second strike comes down just above her clit, jolting her body. The third comes back down across her pussy lips, a red hot pain searing across her body. The fourth comes back across her pussy, a sharp sting breaking out.
She struggles against the binds unable to keep still. Oh god, she thinks. Why me? The tears are flowing down her cheeks. Trailing down quickly.

Steven’s 5th blow falls down across her belly, a red welt appearing there, then the next against her inner thigh and next against her pussy lips again. And the 8th falls with a snap against her clit. The bitch arches her back, letting out a shriek from her gag, a long piercing one.
“Oh yeah...” he says, leaning down and pinching the nub with his fingers, grinding the edge of his nails into it. “This part is sensitive, isn’t it, bitch?”
She screams, her head banging against the back board and he pulls at the nub, stretching it and letting it go. It is already red and swollen. The bitch is bawling her eyes out. He likes that.
“Serves you proper,” he says, landing another blow across it. There is another shriek. “For not letting me off,” he says, another blow. She is twisting, jerking on the chords. “In the van!” he says with a final harsh slap. Her clit is a bright red now, almost crimson.
“Better stop,” he says, “unless I wanna snap off our little friend here,” and he grabs her clit again, wiggling it in his fingers. She arches her back, kicking with her legs, crying loudly.
Steven pulls away and looks at the swollen member then gives her a few more wacks across the pussy. She bounces, but not nearly as much as she did with her clit.
He rest his belt on the edge of the bed and lifts her mattress and pulls out the long black dildo. Her eyes widen. She hadn’t known it was there.
“Of course,” Steven mocks. “Where else should it be? We have to keep our best toys handy!”
With this he shoves one hand under her buttocks and lifts while positioning the dildo towards her quivering lips. Before she can move, he rams it her fitting capacity into her womb. She’s arching her back, trying to pull away, a long scream coming from her behind that gag. Man, he thinks, a sickly smile crossing his lips. I love this woman!

The slaps across her pussy and legs and stomach hurt, but they didn’t compare to when the brute had landed an accidental blow on her clit. It had felt like he’d almost torn it off! She’d screamed, fighting for all her worth when it had hit there. But try as she might she couldn’t loosen herself at all.
Then he’d started playing with it, digging sharp, dirt crusted nails into it. The pain coming was bitter and trying to move away from it, jerk her body so he’d stop, only aroused his interest more. Oh God, Brian! she moaned in her head, where the fuck are you?!
And then he’d slapped her clit again, and she’d screamed, her head temporarily blanking out in a white flash from the pain. Then a second, then a third. Her clit felt mashed. She could feel the blood, feel it swelling. Gods, it hurt!
When he slapped her pussy and stomach a few more times she barely flinched. It didn’t hurt nearly as bad as the fire she had there. Then he’d lifted the mattress and pulled something out. Something big, long and black that she easily remembers. The reason she’d initially felt so sore inside.
That damned fucking dildo. It was waaaay too big for her pussy but these bastards seemed to take an extra enjoyment from it. Steven had shoved his hand down under her buttocks and lifted her off the bed, positioning his toy against her lips. She’d been shaking, thinking maybe if she didn’t struggle it would go easier, if she could just loosen her body and try to moisten it just a little...
Then the thing is rammed in. It slams into her dry pussy with a battering force, mashing through the cervix to the end of her womb like a hammer. She arches her back, trying to pull back, to get it out! Get it out!
He pulls it part way out, half the length that was in her and then rams it again at full force. She arches her back screaming. Again and again he pulls out and rams it in, making the motions faster, her pussy making a wet slapping noise as her body tries to lubricate the monstrous machine ramming her pussy raw. Then there is one final push, her head slamming against the headboard and it stops, a slow gyration in her hips and then the large instrument is pulled out from her quivering lips with a soft squelching noise.
She feels the weight of his body on her, one hand pressing on her large breasts briefly before her ball gag is roughly pulled out. “Suck on it,” he orders.
She complies without a word, drinking her juices off the dildo’s head, tasting blood mixed in with her fluids. How long, how long can she last before these bastards ram that thing through her womb and the damage is irreparable? Or is it already too late?
The dildo is pushed down roughly against her cheek, to the back of her throat. She gags briefly, feels it pushing, rubbing against the back of her throat. When will it all end?

*******

Steve pushes the dildo to the back off the woman’s throat, pushing down on it, hearing her gag and cough, gasping around it before he finally pulls it out. He twirls it, smiling.
“Please,” the woman begs, now crying. “Please stop doing this! I didn’t do anything to you! Let me go already! It’s been a full week! Why won’t you stop?”
Steve grabs the whore’s jaw, squeezing her cheeks together. “You’re a fucking cock tease and that’s why we’re doing this to you. You understand that whore?”
She nods slowly, tears running down her eyes. “Alright,” he says, twirling the dildo on his fingers. “Now I’ll...”
“Steve,” Greg says from behind. “Stop it. We have a paying customer. A big one.”
“So?” says Steve, “I don’t have to worry about them until 9AM. It’s just barely 1AM. I have plenty of time.”
“No, you don’t,” says Greg, his fat lips puckering up. “He’s coming right now with
several big ass rapist. He’s paying for an all nighter.”
“Shit!” says Steve, throwing the dildo down on the floor, where it rolls unceremoniously into a dark corner.
He runs his hand over his thinning hair and nods. “Alright. You get a little reprieve, bitch,” he says, squeezing her cheeks again. “But I’ll be back,” he says, smacking the side of her cheek.
He shuts off the lights and follows Greg out the room. “So who is he?”
“Django Reinhardt,” says Greg. Steve grabs his hair and curses. Django Reinhardt is from South America coming every once in awhile to “enjoy” women. Except when he enjoys them he rips their hips open and has a blood frenzy. Being part of Bane’s entourage who deal in the special poison that enhances a man’s body, it is not to be surprised. It also seems to add to their anger levels, something even Steven is somewhat afraid of.
“Shit! He’ll tear the bitch wide open!”
Greg smiles, a sickly twist to his lips. “Yes, he will, but he still has to pay for her services and he still has to follow the rules like everyone else. So we’re gonna get the cum fucking show first before she gets split wide, or during at least. That’s why he’s bringing the big ass rapist, to cover our quota for why we said.”
Steve looks into Greg’s squinty eyes and rubbed his chin. Greg might not get into pulling the dirty shit himself, but he loves watching other people do it. Steve shakes his head in disgust.
“Fine. Give her to Reinhardt. I’ll take the leftovers.”
“When Reinhardt’s done with her,” says Greg, “you won’t have to hold back. Use whatever tools you want on her then. She’ll be pretty ruined anyways.”
Steve nods. “Yeah...” He smiles, a glint of his evil teeth. If she survived Reinhardt she’ll wish she hadn’t. Steve licks his upper lips, dark thoughts entering her head.

******

Alicia sobs silently, her arms and legs spread apart, her denim skirt raised up to her hips, breasts heaving up and down. She is silent, awaiting her fate from her “first” clients. Oh god, who could they be?
She pulls at her restraints, feeling the rough tug of the binds at her ankles and wrist. Her pussy still burns, her clit on fire from the beating Steven just gave her. If they actually let her go how will she be at the end? Whole? Or a cushion of burning needles and stakes?
She cries silently until the lights snap back on and Steven strides over and slaps her across the face. “Stop your crying bitch! Our viewers don’t care for tears.”
She stifles her sobs, sucking in the snot and mucous as she feels Steven undo her binds. Her legs go free first, then her wrist. As Steve leans down, she thinks about kicking him in the balls and making a break for it, but he grabs her arm and pulls her close. It’s doubtful it would have done any good anyways.
“Try any funny business here,” he says, “and we’ll make this into a hardcore snuff film. Got that bitch?”
She nods quickly and he pulls her roughly from the bed, dragging her out past several rooms to a large empty room with bright lights. Steve pushes her roughly into the center and Alicia almost stumbles, but gets back up. She stares as Greg sets up a camera on a tripod, its red light flaring to life. With a few final adjustments and fully satisfied with the set up, Greg walks over to her.
He leans over her, his fat belly jiggling, a big smile on his face, camera poised. “Now,” he says, leaning close, as he grabs her braid and pulls her head back. “Read the cue cards and do what they say. And when the men come in and talk to you, you say “yes” and do what they say. And if you get any pain when they’re fucking you, just answer “fuck me harder!” got it bitch?” he says, giving her braid a painful tug.
“Yes,” she whimpers. She holds his arms hoping he’ll ease the tension on her hair.
“Good,” he says. “Now start dancing. Sway your hips and show our viewers your nice breasts. Tease them, just like you always do. But don’t take your shirt off.”
She stares wide eyed, lips quivering. How is she going to show her breasts without taking her shirt off? But Greg gives her hair a quick tug and she nods weakly, tears streaming down her cheeks. He smiles and runs his fat tongue over her cheek, taking up her tears with it. “Good,” he says. “You’ll give our viewers a nice, good welcome. We’ll practice a bit before your clients get here.”
He nods to Steve who pulls out a boom box that starts to play with horrid music that is supposed to fill her with arousal. Its heavy beat thrums against her ears, vibrating against the walls and she sways her body to the beat, moving in rhythmic motion. She thrust her buttocks out, gives a turn and then feels her hands down her breasts, sucking up sniffling breathes. It’s been a whole week of this. She should be used to it by now, but she isn’t. Why won’t it end, she thinks.
As her body becomes more slick with perspiration, the minutes ticking by, seeming like hours, Greg motions her closer, having picked out another camera and coming to lean in and focus his camera on the sways of her body, zooming in on her legs and large breasts.
“Now...” he whispers close to her ear, as he focuses the camera on her swaying legs, “We’re going to practice the lines. Say em’ nice and slow and make it sound like you know each by heart and want them done.”
She nods and he pulls away and starts taking out the cue cards. She tries to smile while touching her body. “Hi, everybody...” Tears are streaming down her face. She doesn’t need the cue cards anymore. She knows the words by heart. And this sickens her to a foul degree.


Forty five minutes later Greg hears the loud revving of engines and soon a loud banging at the doors. He smiles and lowers the camera. “That must be our first guest,” he says. Alicia stops dancing, her face paling, eyes going wide.
“Don’t stop dancing,” he says. Alicia begins to move more quickly, thrusting her hips left and right. He watches her sweat drenched body sway this way and that, her tits almost bursting from the fabric. The fear and heat from the lights are making her sweat, giving her body a nice wet, sheen. That’s good. She’ll make this all seem voluntary at first. Not that the customers care. Most get off on rape and torture anyways. He should know, especially from the comments he reads after all is said and done.
He nods and turns away, setting up the tripod with its large camera. He smiles grimly. He’d had to slap her a few times to make sure she got her lines right and slapped her more to get her to stop crying, but she is doing nicely now. Well... nicely for a first timer just getting started in the porn biz. Or snuff biz.
He taps a few final buttons on the laptop, connecting it to the camera. With a final click the connection loads up and an image of Alicia swaying to the music shows up on live camera. Greg smiles, rubbing his hands together. The hits are already starting to come in from the initial frustrated viewers who didn’t get the full show earlier with Steve. Or those simply tired of seeing blow jobs and strip teases wanting to see the actual action. There’s been more then one who has said he’d rape the hoe himself, and that makes Greg smile. Others are just signing in at the late hour. He reads the clock. 2:01AM. Perfect.
There is a loud banging at the door and Greg snarls to himself. “Coming!” he yells, and looks back at the counter. It is slowly going up, money being sent in to his bank deposits from those signing in. The live show may not have the same angles and clarity the edited saved feed does, but everyone knows there is something about watching a live fucking that can’t be beat.
He nods quietly and hears the loud banging on the door again. “Coming!” he yells.
Damned fuckers. Don’t have any patience for the arts. Especially these ones. Not that it matters. Show him the green and it’ll be a-okay.
He rubs his hands together once more, running his tongue over his upper lip and smiles. A quick run of his fingers through his hair and he takes off towards the garage door, pressing a button to open it and allow vehicles through.
The gate slowly opens, a large man thickly muscled man framed in black shadow stands at the center. He smiles, thick lips cracking into a wide grin. Django Reinhardt has arrived.


*****
Greg smiles and extends his hand. Reinhardt gives his broad toothy grin, gold teeth showing. “Greg Sanders,” says the large man with a smile. “How’s it been, you old cock sucker!”
He grips Greg’s hand, giving it a tight squeeze that makes Greg wince before pulling him into a large bear hug. Greg pushes away and wipes himself off. “Okay. Okay. Let’s be professional here.”
Reinhardt nods. Like Greg, Reinhardt is in his 50's but large as a bison with thick hardened abs and muscles that strain at his clothes. Hands like a monster’s and a dick that matches. And he only gets bigger when the venom pumps through him. Him and all his men. Patching on the drugs, getting high off the venom as much as the girl they fuck.
He notices the doors to several vans opening. Through them come several large men. Large men. Like body builders. Hispanic men mostly, but some whites among them as well along with some blacks. They all wear dark black mask that show only their lower jaws, like executioners, but only bear a tight thong besides that. Thongs with large dicks that press against the fabric.
“You know the rules,” says Greg, a little perturbed, but more frightened then anything. If these men try anything Greg will be almost powerless to stop them. “Each man has to pay $100 for a full fucking, 25$ for a cumshot and $300 for the torture,” he says. Salmer smiles, his mouth opening wide, and starts to laugh.
“You old cocksucker, you,” he says, pointing with a large finger. “Always the business man, I see. But I like that,” he says, nodding in approval.
He turns to another man and motions to him. “Bring out the money.” A large Hispanic goes back to the van and pulls out a large brief case. He brings it to Greg and opens it. It is full of very very large bills. Greg smiles.
“I’ll give you ten grand for a full night with me and the boys for the night and day. Another twenty right now, if you let us do what we want with her and snuff her out. Slowly. We’ll probably be taking her with us before we snuff her but we’ll still link it to your site, so you can keep getting your money.”
Greg stares. It is a lot of money for one go. But...
He looks at Reinhardt. “Give me another twenty on top of that and you can have her,” he says.
Reinhardt’s lips narrow. “And,” says Greg. “You have to follow the rules. Don’t strip her down until you get her fucked over with cum.”
“Alright...” says Reinhardt slowly. “But she is all ours for the night and day then? And we take her when we are done, yes?”
Greg rubs his chin, an evil glint in his eye. With anyone other then Reinhardt he would have tried sending them packing, but unlike most men, Reinhardt is a man of his word. Year after year he’d made the women scream the most and gotten to take them himself. Snuff films have a narrow audience. But they make quite a bit of money and are more entertaining. Mix them up with hardcore sex and they became much more entertaining. Greg nods.
“We film everything. Live.”
Reinhardt smiles and takes a replica of the executioner mask from his jacket pocket, dawning it over his face. “I expect everything is in order? The rooms and extra clothes?”
Greg nods. “Everything for any man’s sick fantasies.”
“Good,” he says. “Now let’s go take a look at my prize first hand.”

It takes only a few minutes for Reinhardt to strip down. His large chest beaming with repressed energy, arms flexing with each movement. He directs the large men under him pull out various supplies from the vans. Crude instruments and sex toys and all manner of torture devices. Greg smiles. Reinhardt knows the rules and plays well by them.
He then follows Greg down the hallway down to throbbing music where he shows Reinhardt the dancing Alicia with her sweat glistening body. Greg can see Reinhardt’s large penis growing harder under his thong, his beady eyes narrowing darkly.
“What are you thinking, Reinhardt?” Greg asks.
Reinhardt licks his lips and grins. “She’s one great piece of fuck meat. Better then I imagined from seeing her on camera.”
Greg smiles. “Alright men,” Reinhardt orders. “Strip down. Show the young lady what you’ve got!”
And all twenty five men strip down, their large penises flicking out, fully erect and hard. Each almost measuring a full foot. None could be smaller then nine inches long and their thickness made even him, who was quite large, feel inadequate. Alicia stumbles momentarily but catches herself and begins to sway once more to the music.
“Where did you find all these giant bastards?” asks Greg.
“On the internet, of course,” says Reinhardt. “Doesn’t take long to get men interested when they get to fuck a beautiful woman. Especially when it won’t matter if she says no.”
Greg laughs. “And why are they so big?”
“The venom, my friend. That drug will get them hard and will keep them spraying for quite a bit. Don’t worry. With twenty five well hung men, your bitch will get nicely cum drenched before we have our real fun.”
“Good,” says Greg. “Good. Let’s get started.”

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