[darkstalker]

Kari is shivering, listening to the story, feeling as the one named “Lenny” paws at her breasts, dipping his hand beneath her top and squeezing her soft flesh, his fingers probing downwards and pinching her nipples.
“Let go you fucking perv!” she yells, only to have Lenny wrench her by the hair and jerk her head towards him. From instinct her mouth parts for a scream when the thin man rams his face against hers, smothering her, his tongue exploring her insides. He is thorough and she feels his thick meat inside her mouth, her bile rising with the feel of his flesh. At once his free hand still explores her breast, squishing and fondling it, nails biting into her nipple. Unable to take it any longer, she bites down on his tongue, hard.
“Aaauuughhh!” the man screams, but she holds on, feeling the blood tinting her teeth, the taste of iron mixing in her saliva. Then she lets go, spitting to her side and ridding herself of the dirty blood she’s just ingested.
The thin man moans piteously, his tongue hanging out, blood seeping from a gash onto his dirty shirt.
“Touch me again, you prick, and I’ll bite it off!” she hisses.
“Woo-ee!” the black man yells from behind her. “Bitch really did a number on him. His tongue is real red!”
“Yeah,” says the one with the scar, running a blade beneath his fingernails. “She sure did.” He sounds fully unconcerned and this scares her more then anything. She stares at him, feeling herself shivering. He glares at her for a moment, spitting to the side before returning to cleaning his nails.
“Oh now,” says Romstad, smiling. “Don’t go wetting yourself already, my lady. We haven’t even gotten to the good parts!”
“Fuck you,” says Kari, hissing. “Fuck all of you!”
The senator’s fist rocks into her stomach with a savage blow, hurling the wind from her lungs as his fist sinks into her soft flesh. His hard hands suddenly jerk her head up, a trail of saliva dripping from her parted lips. He leans forward, his tongue running up the length of her cheek, making Kari wince.
“Yes, little gook. I’m sure we all will. “Fuck” that is!” And they all laugh at his poor joke as he pulls away from her. She shivers, her body barely able to keep the fear inside and keep herself from pissing beneath her skirt. Romstad sits back on an empty crate, looking at her. “Now...” he says. “We haven’t finished the story yet.”
“Well Big Bob, you see...” he says, falling back into his story mode. “He was a big man. Double chinned, beady eyes, not much hair on his head, but a mean temper when he’d get mad, or... horny....”

Big Bob had thrown the chink on the floor, mud and dirt covering her clothing. “Ah,” he’d said, looking down at her. “Look what you made me do. Now your dress is all messed up.”
The girl had tried to crawl away, big doe eyes staring up at the man, breast dangling out as she’d scampered backwards awkwardly. Bob had grabbed her by the right ankle, the girl’s scream loud and clear in the empty streets as her nails dug into the dirt, clawing at the earth. He’d dragged her across it, turning left and dragging her further before dragging her back towards the van, letting her pick up a good deal of mud, her tit covering itself in brown slop.
Romstad had laughed at this. Bob had loved to extend the torment of his victims by doing things like this. He’d do this to prisoners too, in different ways.
But here everyone got to watch, watch as the girl’s dress lifted over her shapely thighs and came up over her back revealing her nice and round ass. Colbert had let out some hoots of appreciation with Lenny and Spec’s own comments added in for good measure. Dirk had simply watched. Cold and methodical with dark eyes, as always.
Bob had gone over, stepping on the girl’s back, putting a whole ton of pressure on it as he walked across her, grinding his boot between her shoulder blades as she screamed into the floor, sucking in dirt into her mouth and nostrils as her hands scrabbled at the dirt feebly as her spine seemed to crack.
“Better keep him from overdoing it, Sargent,” Dirk had said quietly, looking up from his cleaning. “I haven’t had my turn yet.”
Romstad had nodded and walked up to Bob who had been whispering obscenities at the girl. “Bob,” he’d said, tapping the man on the shoulder. “Get off. We can’t punish her like that until everyone has had a go.”
“Sure thing boss,” Bob had said, his eyes like round pools of light. A fake feeling to give someone feelings of remorse for the fat bastard. Something Bob had very little of. Grabbing the girl’s hair, Bob had pulled her up sharply. “You hear that you little bitch? You got yourself a temporary reprieve.”
His fat tongue had gone over her cheek, running up it and leaving a wet trail of slime. “Not that it’s gonna’ do you much good.”
The girl had wept, beginning to sob when he’d slammed her against the hood of the van with a loud thump, mud from her body splattering against the metal.
Grabbing both her breasts with his large meaty paws, he’d begun to massage her meat sacs roughly, making her wail and kick at the ground as his fingers had dug into her. “You got some nice udders here, good enough to...” He’d leaned down for the last part, pressing his weight against her. “...Eat!”
He’d let go of her breasts and Grabbed at the dress instead. He’d yanked it down, tearing the fabric away in long strips and ripped it away from her chest, revealing her ample bosom. Medium sized by American standards Romstad had thought, but large by the Asian standards given to women. They were supple with a bright orange tone like her skin. Black nubs finished the ends with hard points from the fear the bitch felt. Bob had once again grabbed both, squeezing tightly, making the whore moan as he’d kneaded the flesh like dough.
“You like that you little gook?” Bob had said, crushing the flesh between meaty hands. “Well time I got a taste of the orient I think.”
Squeezing one breast tightly between two fingers he’d pushed her breast out, the point of her nipple like an inviting fruit. Opening his mouth wide, looking like he could swallow her whole, Bob had covered the whole of her breast in his mouth, sucking hungrily on her sack like a half starved babe. She’d screamed loudly then, trying to beat at his head with her small knuckles. Little good that it had done. He’d simply continued to savage her breast, wearing at it with his teeth, shaking his head to make her cry.
“Man,” Colbert had said, shaking his head. “Dude looks like he wants to suck her dry.”
“Maybe he does,” Romstad had answered quietly.
“What?” Colbert had said, but Romstad had shushed him, intent on watching the entertainment.
Bob had been heedless of his spectators, going from one breast to the other, sucking hungrily and noisily, shaking his head back and forth as he mauled both. His sucking sounds almost surpassed those of the woman’s screams. Her breasts soon looked wet and shiny with his saliva dripping from them, little marks left from his teeth on each. She’d screamed loudly when he’d come to his finish his play, gripping her left breast with his teeth and dragged them over her tit flesh and over her soft nub of a nipple, clamping down hard on it and pulling. They had seen her breast meat pulled as it stretched and the woman screamed, wailing as Bob pushed her back with his hands to increase the agony she felt.
Then he’d let go and with a snap her breast had gone back into place with the girl buckling over, sobbing, holding her pained globule of flesh in shaking hands.
Bob had slapped her across the face, sending her skidding across the floor, covering more of her body in mud. Jerking her up by the scalp, he’d slapped her again. “What?! You think we’re done you little whore?! We’re just started!”
“No...” Dirk had said quietly. “He’s about half way.”
“Quiet,” Romstad had motioned to Colbert when the man had been about to reply. “We’re about to get to the good part.”
And certainly they were as Bob had jerked the girl’s panties down around her legs, shoving three fat fingers into her small little pussy. She’d yelped, her breasts pressed firmly against the hood, arms spread to either side of it as Bob held her by the hairs, his hand jabbing into her pussy with sharp little thrust, making her slap against the hood and yell with each push of his fattened fingers. “This’s what it’s gonna’ feel like for you chink,” he’d whispered into her ear. “My fat sausage in that tight little twat of yours!”
He’d pushed again, making her scream, the veins at her neck bulging. Smiling, he’d pulled away from her, his fingers dripping wet. Undoing his fly, he’d let his “sausage” come out. It hadn’t been so much long as it had been thick. Measuring a good width it had grown thicker with a bit of precum lining the head as Bob had become more lustful with his rough foreplay.
Slamming the girl’s head onto the hood of the van, he’d whispered, “Get ready for it bitch.”
Lining his phallus with her vaginal folds he’d thrust hard into her tight swollen hole, the girl’s body arching as she’d felt his girth push into her tender folds. With a sharp thrust, he’d grabbed her hips and slammed the full girth of his body into her. She’d screamed then, her voice echoing in the lonely night for her body had still been very dry, fear being more what had lubed her then anything else. Bob had looked back at them, a twisted grin on his lips and winked. Without further notice he’d begun to pummel the girl’s body.
No warm ups or slow thrust. Bob simply went at it quick and hard. The girl’s body hit the hood with increasing force, slapping against it again and again, her wails sounding loudly as Bob thrust in and out of her body in quick succession. His great girth had slapped against her with increasing tempo, the sounds of her body against his very loud and audible to the men watching. But the men knew he would not last long, their own bodies tenting with feelings of their own lust and desire watching their meaty friend skewer the girl before them.
“Won’t be long now,” Romstad had whispered. He hadn’t been wrong. With a thin sheen of sweat shimmering over Bob’s body, his fat girth rumbling as his hairy hips slapped mercilessly into the girl, the men had heard him grunting. Each grunt sounding louder and gruffer then the last until he’d thrust savagely into her twitching hips almost twisting her neck back as he’d done so, letting out a loud roar as his body shot its thick spunk into her womb. Shivering, he’d slammed into her a few final times before giving her one final slap against the rump, that nice flesh quivering beautifully before letting her drop to the floor, spent and exhausted.
He’d stared, his spunk dripping from his slowly deflating penis as the girl spasmed on the floor, cum pooling thickly from between her loins.
“Well,” Romstad had said. “I guess it’s your turn Dirk.”
“Give the Negro his turn,” Dirk had said. “I can wait a bit more.”
“I’ll let that go man, only cuz I’m getting your turn instead.”
“Don’t waste it then,” Dirk had said.
Romstad had smiled. When it came to women his men had known how to properly share...

****


The black man jerks her skirt up and pushes her panties aside, his fingers digging roughly into her sensitive organ. Kari clenches her legs, trying to keep him out, feeling his thick fingers probing at the inside walls of her tender vagina, roughly pushing in and out like their own personal penis. She is swaying to and fro, trying to remove the hand that has shoved down into her skirt, her body probed by this ungainly man.
“Fuck!” she yells in exasperation, feeling his three fingers jabbing roughly into her body.
“Sorry girl,” says the black man leering, grabbing her left breast with his free hand, kneading the flesh, squishing it in his sweaty palms. “But you ain’t getting away from this country boy.”
“No!” she says, feeling the tears welling up in her eyes, trailing down her cheeks. “Stop!” she yells.
“No sir,” says the black man, shaking his head, looking at her with a calm expression that makes his violation all the more personal for her. “I ain’t stoppin’ till I tell you my part of the story.” And he shoves his fingers more deeply into her body with a jerk, making her cry out. She squeezes her legs on instinct and the man groans in ecstacy. “Yeah bitch. Just like that!”
She sobs, the violations feeling like they’ll never end.

Colbert licks his lips, enjoying how the girl is squirming in his grip, trying to dislodge his fingers. How tight that makes her, her legs squeezing on his three digits and getting wet already.
He smiles. All these bitches, they’re really sluts wanting to be fucked. Just like that Thai bitch they got.
“Well,” he says, looking back on that day. “I wasn’t much for sloppy seconds... but...”
Colbert had walked up to the girl who had lain panting on the floor, her dress torn and split open so he could see her nice full melons in clear view. Plane as day. He’d smiled, running his tongue over his lower lip, sucking it lightly.
The girl had looked nice, but her hips had still been dripping from Bob having reamed her just a minute ago. Colbert had leaned down, dipping his fingers into her wet snatch. She’d flinched as he’d put in three fingers, but only made a slight, soft moan to the intrusion. Barely a real reaction to his placement. Pity.
When he’d pulled out his fingers they had been wet with sticky man cum which he’d rubbed between his fingers. “You sure filled her up with your gook man,” he’d called out to Bob.
“You betcha,’” Bob had yelled back. “I know how to treat these bitches!”
“Sure does,” he’d said, slowly running a hand down the woman’s thigh. She’d winced, shuddering softly under his touch.
“How about we take you in a place where you’re still clean?” he’d said, grabbing her and pulling her around, turning her flat on her stomach. She’d barely put a fight up, that is, until he’d lifted her dress and pressed a finger against her anus.
She’d shrieked then, and when he pushed it in, pressing it deeper against her tight bud, she’d started screaming and bucking.
Colbert had been quick to react, removing his digit and sliding a blade quick from his side pocket before the girl had moved too far, pressing it beneath her throat. “You see this?” he’d said, his free hand curled in the girl’s silky black hair. “This is what’s gonna’ happen to you if you don’t behave whore!”
He’d shaken her head a bit, pressing the knife’s edge against her skin, drawing a light trickle of blood. She’d sobbed all the same from the paper cut, but it had gotten what he’d desired, the bitch keeping still.
“Now behave while I get you ready back here!” It was really more for him, but he liked to pretend it was a way to be nice to the whores he fucked. Oh who the hell was he kidding, he just liked widening the hole so it wouldn’t hurt his dick so much when it went in. He was all about hurting the whores but why should he suffer too?
He’d pushed two fingers into her hole, the girl shrieking as he did so, but unmoving. “That’s a good bitch,” he’d said, pushing the fingers in deep. “Now keep still while I get you ready.”
And he’d started to press his fingers in and out, getting a light steady motion against her anus as he got into a soft rhythm. The girl had sobbed all the way, her anus starting to bleed already from his intrusion.
“Bitch is a virgin back here!” he’d said to the other men.
“Then pop her fucking cherry nigger,” Dirk had said, still cleaning his nails with the knife.
“Fuck you!” Colbert had said, but left it at that. If Dirk hadn’t let him go ahead Dirk might be the one popping the girl’s cherry, and not with something as soft as a penis. But Dirk had his own methods of fun and he had his.
Unzipping his pants he’d positioned himself between her legs, slowly pushing himself in, the girl letting out a high pitched scream as he’d gone in further and further, penetrating her body deeply. Inch by inch he’d pushed himself while the girl, having forgotten the knife, had scrabbled at the floor, clawing at it, dirt coming away with her nails as she lay helplessly beneath the gargantuan black man. He took his time, savoring each inch that sunk into her sphincter, enjoying the sensation as her anus squeezed his penis tight and allowed more and more of his girth into her shaking ass.
Finally he had gotten in to the hilt and the girl was screaming, pounding at the floor and scrabbling each way but moving not at all with his full weight on top of her as he was. He simply lay there for a minute, enjoying the tightness of her body as he lay on her, her body spasming around his cock, trying to push it out or lubricate itself.
Slowly he’d pulled it out halfway and then come down with bucking force, slamming it in, and without preamble, started bucking against her ass. “Ah! Ah! Ah!” the girl had yelled as he’d gone in and out of her repeatedly, slamming his penis in and out with piston force, her hips slapping against his ball sack as he’d continued to pound away at her hips, mercilessly fucking her.
He’d jerked her head up by the scalp, pulling her head towards him and kissed her roughly, his tongue probing her inner mouth, enjoying the sweet nectar of her while he continued to piston at her hips. She daren’t bite him for fear of what he’d do to her and so he enjoyed the violation of her mouth, enjoyed how she resisted and moaned piteously against him. This was how white whores needed to be treated. Moaning pathetically under a black man’s hard cock.
He’d let go of her hair, running his hands over her shapely mounds, pulling away in disgust when he felt how wet they were, not from her sweat but from Bob’s saliva. “Bob! You need a bib for how much you drool, you damned fool!”
“Shut up, you wanker! It’s none of your business,” he’d yelled back and Colbert had shrugged, instead grabbing both the woman’s arms, holding them back and pumping her roughly, rutting against her as a bull. Slowing down so he could work his member out and then ram it with brutal force, making her cry out with each thrust.
Soon he let go of her arms again, laying down flat against her, running his hands over her shapely tits while kissing her neck, his hips slamming in and out of her as her sphincter had held an ever tight grip on his member. It was good and soon he was arching his back, letting out a yell of ecstacy as he thrust with several hard pushes against the girl’s backside. The girl had screamed, tears streaming down her eyes as he ground against her until finally his sperm was spilling into her bowels, filling her with his fluids. It was over in seconds and he had laid back down on her, breathing heavily from the exertion. “Not too bad for a white bitch,” he’d whispered, lightly slapping her cheek.
He’d laughed then, pulling away and pulling up his pants. “Alright,” he’d said. “Who’s next?”

He jerks his hand out of the girl’s pussy, loving how tight her own womanhood is. She yelps at the sharp and sudden with drawl, her hand instantly going down to her cunt, rubbing it softly. He looks at his wet fingers, smiling. “Yeah, that bitch was a good fuck.”
He pushes the wet fingers into his mouth, enjoying the salty flavor of her pucker. Pulling his fingers out with a pop he shakes his head and smiles. “But I imagine you’re going to be just the same kinda’ fuck as that bitch! Can’t wait!”
And he wipes his sticky hand across her chest, making her shake her body and scream profanities at him. “You fucking black bastard!” she screams. “When my father hears of this he’s going to throw you in a cell where you belong!” He simply grins at her. Yes, the girl is going to be fun to break.

********

Kari shudders, trying to pull back away from the man before her, who looks at her with a dark grin. She feels the gangly man’s tongue run up her cheek but barely reacts to it even as the slimy feel leaves her face sticky and wet.
“I think she likes me sarge,” says the thin man, groping her left breast hard, digging his calloused fingers into her tender flesh and making her wince. But she barely grits her teeth, her eyes riveted on the blade traversing her skin, running its sharpened edge over the tender skin of her cleavage.
“It’s not that she like you, idiot,” says the man with a scar running down his face, the cigar dripping ash from its end. “It’s that her attention is riveted on me. Just like that other cunt.”
“Isn’t that right,” he says, flicking the blade, making Kari yelp as the end makes a thin line across her breast. A nick of a wound but a sharp and sudden pain none the less. He digs the end into the underside of her chin. “Cunt?” he says.
She doesn’t say a word, instead concentrating on the blade while the thin bastard behind her continues to fondle her. “You’re just too fucking scared already, like the other bitch.”
She is breathing heavily and swallows a great lump of spit. The man leans back, his lips twisting into a thin grin. “Want me to tell you what I did to the other bitch?”
She just continues to stare, maintaining her eyes on him, never losing contact. “Well...” he says, tracing the blade edge across her cheek. “I’ll tell ya.”

He’d seen the girl there, leaking a white fluid from her aching holes. She thought they hurt now. But she hadn’t seen anything yet. Not compared to him or Specs.
“Hey Sarge,” he’d said. “You sure you don’t want to take the bitch before me and Specs? We aren’t too... gentlemanly here. You get what I’m saying?”

“That’s right,” says the senator, standing up and gazing over Kari as the scar face traced his blade over her skin, tickling it with his blade. “I’d looked over that girl and knew, with how ancy those two boys were itching, she wasn’t going to be much of a woman by the time I got my turn.”
“I’d looked at her, laying on the ground, leaking man cum from both her aching holes and thought, “Well shit, these boys aren’t going to leave her in one piece long. Might as well.”

He’d seen the look in Dirk’s eyes then, and knew the man wouldn’t be holding back much once he got his turn on the girl. Shaking his head, he’d walked up to her, and looked down at her form, breathing hard and shaking. He’d given her a good kick in the stomach to get some life back into her. She’d reacted by curling up and coughing violently. At least that was life.
He’d grabbed a handful of her hair and jerked her head up, growling into her ear, “I’m going to have my way with you now bitch, before these two really make you regret being alive.”
He’d pushed her head aside and she’d started to whine, tears streaming down her cheeks. Of course the gook hadn’t known what his words meant, but from the tone of his voice, well... she probably got the general gist of it regardless.
He’d unbuckled his pants quickly enough, simply pulling the zipper down and bringing his pants down to just revealing his crack. He’d pulled his thick penis out, the muscle hanging limply outside his pants, large and grotesque looking, or so he’d been told. It had purpled and had veins and some older skin, but he still didn’t think it was too shabby. Sizeable at least.
Grabbing the woman, he’d jerked her hair and pulled her over to the side of the truck. Slamming her head against the side, he’d whispered, “Now you listen good, bitch. You give me a good blow job and I’ll spare you any pain myself. You don’t... and well... your pussy is going to hurt a whole lot worse then it already does.”
Most of the Asian whores who the men and he had been doing hadn’t really understood the meaning of what he’d said when he’d given them this option, and this girl was no different. A crying shame, for her.
As she’d turned away from him he’d slapped her across the cheek, hard, making her cry out. “That’s for ignoring me you cunt!” Again and again, he’d slapped her. Her split her lip and her cheeks got red and puffy.
Jerking her hair hard by the scalp, he’d pushed her roughly against the metal frame of the truck and plugged her nose with his free hands. Her feet had kicked wildly, but her little fist were little match for his strength. Taking advantage of her lack he’d shoved his member into her mouth, her struggles giving him a rise and making him hard.
She’d instantly started gagging on it, trying to expunge it, but Romstad hadn’t cared, enjoying her throat constricting around his manhood and had pushed it deeper and deeper. More forcibly he’d pushed into her until he could feel his cock in the back of her throat starting to slide back.
She had been coughing, trying to push him away, but with his fingers plugging up her nose she’d been hard put to keep her mouth open and not bite while he pushed himself in her. She had beat furiously at his legs, her body having a hard time breathing around his engorged staff with his fingers plugging up her other holes. He’d smiled, enjoying the feel, and let her go.
She’d started coughing, spitting against his member, a retching sound clearly heard, but he hadn’t cared. Soon he started to piston fuck her mouth. In and out he’d go, pulling half his member out and then pushing it back in. Then he started face fucking her in earnest, really pistoning her mouth as he went about slamming into her soft lips.
It really turned him on to do this to the little gooks he ran across. To make them suffer like this while they inadvertently pleasured him. Just like the thai bitch.
Smiling, he’d kicked her legs apart with one boot, digging the edge of his boot into her tender vaginal folds, making her have to divide her attention between his cock and his foot. He’d continued slamming into her, making her throat throb in agony. He had seen her eyes starting to roll into her head as she was about to pass out. “Stupid bitch,” he’d hissed, “who gave you permission to pass out? Wake up!”
He’d pulled his boot back and with a hard thud that made the other men wince, kicked her in the vagina, making her shriek around his cock. He’d given her another kick for good measure, making her whine and sob. “That’s better,” he’d said.
It was good he needn’t be holding her like this too much longer as he’d felt himself about ready to cum. The heat rising he’d groaned and slammed his cock into the back of her throat, pushing her nose up against the hairs of his cock. She’d struggled there, but not as thoroughly as she had before. Her strength had almost given out thanks to him nearly asphyxiating her. He hadn’t cared though. A few quick thrust and his back arched, a groan ripping from his throat as he filled her tight neck with cum, filling it to almost overflowing, the cum dribbling down the sides of her lips.
Pulling away he’d thrown her head against the side, slamming it into the dirt floor and pulled his pants up. Looking down on her, he spat on her prone body and brought his foot down on her shoulder, hearing as something cracked and the girl screamed, sobbing loudly.
“Not bad,” he’d said, tying the belt of his pants tight. “Alright Dirk. You’re up. Don’t blame me if she’s broken.”

******

He twist the blade tip into the girl’s nipple beneath her tight shirt. She groans, crying some. Not a real Asian, this brunette, but close enough she’d be fun, thinks Dirk. His lips twist into a smile. No, she’ll be fun anyways, just cuz she has a fucking cunt between her legs and he can’t wait to make it bleed with his knife. Maybe by shoving it in blade first...
“Yeah...” he says, looking at the girl with tears streaming down her eyes. “The bitch was broken alright. She lay there on the dirt, looking up at me, whimpering, wanting some piece of pity. But I don’t do much in the way of pity.” He runs the blade over the tip of the woman’s lips, loving how she quivers at the feel of it.
“No. I don’t do pity at all.”

He’d looked at the girl there, sprawled on the floor and brought down his heel on her shoulder, making her really scream. Something had definitely been broken there, by how her shoulder was jutting back strangely. Gripping her hair, he’d jerked her head up, making her stand on her shaky legs. She had been sobbing, screaming really, but that had only made his old pecker get harder.
He didn’t speak words, he’d simply stared at her as she struggled in his grip. Then he’d slapped her, repeatedly. But unlike the sarge who had held back, he let out full on with the girl. Each crack went across her face with a jarring snap that echoed loudly followed by a scream from the woman. Blood sprayed across his hand, her lips puffing and cheeks purpling.
Her mouth had soon started to bleed, her face missing a tooth already from one of his slaps, others chipped. It was good enough for him. With each slap, his pecker had grown harder and he’d only been able to think of ramming it down the cunt’s throat and spilling his cum juice into her swan like neck.
He’d seen her trying to swallow the bile and blood, her face a broken mess. Smiling, he’d flips out a blade from his pocket, showing it to the girl.
And there was Specs, silent and observant, watching him from a few feet away. “What?” he’d said. “You want a turn before me?”
Specs had pushed up his glasses and shaken his head, a thin smile crossing his lips.
“No,” he’d said. “You know I don’t work like that.”
“You just want to watch and get your pecker all hard from another man’s work.”
His smile had broadened then.

Dirk squeezes his hand on the girl’s throat, looking at her brown eyes and how she struggles for breath, her arms held back by Lenny. He traces his blade across her cheek, watching her eyes beginning to roll into her head.
“Yeah,” he says. “Specs is a sick fuck like that. Bitch had it coming, being an uppity one. But Specs, well it wouldn’t matter how sweet she was.... Specs is a monster.”
The guy had set down a metal box, opening it, pulling out some tools. Just little regular things. But... the guy is a sick bastard.
“Just hold out her hand,” Specs had said, his own hand outstretched towards him. Dirk had looked at the man like he was fucking insane. How dare he intrude on another man’s fun? He’d given Specs a look that would have sent any other man running, but Specs had stood there, firm, hard and smiling darkly.
Only certain things would leave a man in this state, with a sick grin on their face as they stare down a killer with a woman. Only a few things, and Specs had one of them. The man had gone cold and was deep seated and empty.
Dirk smiled then. Fuck it. This could be a two way for all he cared now. He gripped the girl’s hand and pushed it out towards Specs who simply pushed up his glasses, looking at the girl and taken her index finger into his hands and gripped the edge of her fingernail with a pair of pliers he’d pulled out.
The girl had shaken her head, screaming and begging. Not that much could be understood anymore from her anymore. Specs had simply looked at her, smiling so civilly and then begun to pull, twisting the nails so that it would hurt more. The girl had shrieked, screamed like a banshee in his ear. It had made him wince slightly, anger gripping him as he’d turned and slapped her.
With that crack the nail had come away though. For next he saw was Specs holding the bloody digit in the pliers, staring at it fondly. Taking the nail, he’d stroked it gently and smiled. “First one. Next?”
And so it had gone, one nail at a time until they had her upside down, her feet bleeding, the nail twisting and crunching on her toe as he’d begun to pull it out. The girl had screamed loudly, the bigger nails hurting more because they were deeper in and had more meat holding them. And she’d already gone through nineteen nails by that time.
Her hands scrabbled weakly at the dirt, small trails of blood left in the dark earth, her one free foot kicking frantically at the truck door, leaving blood. Some passersby had looked on, wondering what was going on and if they should stop it, but then glancing at them, at Specs and what he was doing and then at the Sarge and his men, standing at the side, tapping the butts of their guns... well, no one decided to do more then glance at the girl before walking hurriedly on. Not that she was worth it anyways.
Finally the nail came away and Specs, like with each nail, had looked at it lovingly. The red had gleamed in the low lamp light and the woman had wailed piteously, almost wanting to make him stop. But one look at Specs and all feelings of remorse dropped out the window. “You’re a sick fuck. You know that?” he’d said.
The man had simply smiled. “Should we get started with her teeth.”
He’d shaken his head, which made Spec’s smile drop some. “I don’t have time to wait for you to take out 36 teeth. I let you have your fun, so it’s my turn. Keep her like this.”
Though disheartened, Specs had obliged and held the woman’s legs which had kicked out much less powerfully as the loss of blood and pain made her considerably weaker. Blood had been trailing down her feet and wrist from the mangled digits at the ends. He looked down on her and thought, he didn’t want a half dead girl on him, that would be no fun. She was half delirious with pain already. Which sucked out part of his enjoyment to begin with.
Quickly pulling down his pants he’d pulled his semi hard dick out, lubed with a light amount of precum and pushed it between the girl’s lips. There had been barely any resistance on her part. She’d simply whimpered and let it slide in.
He’d pushed in and out slowly, getting a more proper rhythm. Specs had a glum look on his face through it all, his own hardwood getting soft. “You’re a fucking sicko Specs,” he’d said, “but you know what? I like that.”
He’d flicked out his blade then, letting it shine with the light. “Know what I’m going to do with this?”
Specs had smiled.
“Nothing,” Dirk had said, turning the blade, hilt first to Specs. “You get the honor.”
Though his smile had faltered, Specs had become enthusiastic, his lips almost splitting into reveal a full on grin when the blade was given to him.
“You have two holes to plug that into. So get your choice and start digging away.”
It was all he’d needed and then Specs had shoved the blade end into the woman’s vagina. She’d shrieked around Dirk’s member, feeling the blade cut sensitive flesh and was about to pull out when Dirk had placed his hand on Specs. “Keep it in and drive it like you would your own dick, you little fuck. Show this bitch just how fucked up you are.”
And that’s what he’d done, as Dirk had driven his penis into the girl Specs had continued to cut the woman, driving the blade in and out like a pointed penis, thrusting in and out of her repeatedly. The blood had splattered in little rivulets as he’d sawed away at her and it had made Dirk hard to think on it. The girl had screamed and bucked, fighting against him, and this was exactly what he’d wanted. With her blood running down her hips thanks to Specs, her throat had constricted quickly around his cock, giving him a proper hold and he’d thrust into her repeatedly, his hot seed firing into her mouth as Specs had continued to ram her hips with his knife. With hot seed pooling out of the woman’s mouth and nose Dirk had screamed and then pulled out suddenly, leaving the woman to Specs.
Specs had left the knife lodged between her legs and pushed his glasses up before wrenching the blade out and looking at it like a child would at a new bound puppy. He’d leaned forward then and suckled on the blade, drinking in the blood and biting off the little scraps of flesh that had come away with it.
“You’re really a sick fuck,” Colbert had said with a sneer. “Now we can’t use her anymore.”
“Not my problem,” Dirk had said.
“So what now boss,” Big Bob had said, watching as Specs had gone back kneeling towards the girl and begun to wrench out one of her teeth with the pliers.
“We wrap it up,” Romstad had said, eying Specs darkly. He’d suspected he’d do something like this. Lucky they weren’t near a military camp or there’d have been hell to pay. As it was they had needed to get rid of the body. But not before Specs had his full level of enjoyment.
He’d been inventive too, pulling out her teeth and pushing each one into her anus. Then he’d brought out the soldering iron, lighted it and pushed red hot through one her eyes. Through a bloody mouth she’d hollered as he’d pushed the iron in then pulled it out, her eye dripping down in a liquid mess before he’d thrown her head back and gotten to work on pushing the iron into her breasts. First through one nipple and then the other, on both pushing the length of the rod up into the meat down to the bone.
As a finale, he’d started pushing it into her anus. She’d simply whimpered on the floor, beating her hands uselessly. If left alone he would have toyed with her for hours. As was they cut it short, though he’d left her a good mess as was.

Romstad leans over to Kari, stroking her cheek, cleaning off a tear that had shown up there. “Getting rid of her hadn’t been much of a problem, you see. We dumped the girl back in the truck, tied her up in a gunny sack and in another town dumped her in some ditch, poured some gas on her and lit a match.”
“Girl was still kicking too,” the skinny one says with a look of sadness. “She wasn’t near dead yet, even thou we’d thought she was. When the fire got her, you shoulda' heard her scream. Like heaven lost an angel!.”
“You sick fucks!” Kari screams in her hysteria. “You’re all a bunch of sick psychos!”
Romstad slaps her across the face, the sound echoing in the room. Grabbing her chin he tilts her face up to him, so he can look her squarely in the eyes. There is only a cold fog in there and Kari shivers at the thought of it.
“Yes,” he says, “we are. But guess what?” A smile splits his lips, one that makes her shiver hard. “You still lost the game and you’re stuck with us sick fucks. So guess what’s going to happen now?”
Now Kari feels the trickle of urine run down her legs, warming her body, the fear running strongly in her. The thoughts of what Specs, or any of them really... could do to her... She begins to shiver violently then.
The sick monster smiles and it makes Kari fear all the more...

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