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Disclaimer : This story is restricted to readers aged 18+, if you're not, please go away and come back when you're older!. It contains content that may offend people, including offensive and racist language. The characters in no way represent the attitudes of the author! This story is fictional, all characters are totally fictional, all events occur in a fictional universe. None of this is real! Everything is intended for satirical purposes. This is a snuff story, so yeah. Not for the squeamish.

Codes – M+F, nc, rape, anal, viol, humil, tort, extreme, gore, snuff


THE EUROTRIP AND THE HOSTEL


Summer, 2004



For eighteen summers Jenny Wick had always been one of the boys. Isolated in small-town Ohio, she only had her fraternal twin brother Jamie and their childhood friends Scott and Cooper as companions. Growing up together in an idyllic all-American farmland had been simple enough, but then Jenny suddenly blossomed without her even knowing it. To the stunned awe and envy of those around her she went from a rough-and-tumble tomboy to a nubile ingenue.

With petite proportions and a 34B-27-34 figure Jenny would turn every head in town. Those who had known her as a precocious youngster saw her exquisite features and soulful eyes mature into something beautiful. It was all the more attractive due to her unworldly ignorance of the power of her sexuality.

As Jenny grew to learn of her blooming beauty she also tried to embrace it. But the sheltered world of her home offered little option for that. Fumbling, sticky gropes in the back of a pickup was not her idea of romance. She dreamed of something else, and bent her considerable mental and physical gifts to achieving it. On her 18th birthday, her parents gave her and Jamie two tickets for an extended trip to Europe – just like she had always wanted.

Jenny could barely contain her excitement when she graduated high school and prepared for the trip. She felt as if a massive change was underway in her life, having rehearsed everything in her mind a hundred times over. Somewhere in Europe she would find the right guy to be her first, a proper Continental lover who could ensure she returned home a woman. In her sweet, naïve imaginings everything would play out like one of the old romance movies she loved so much.

Paris had been an almost perfect start. The city of light was just like she had always dreamed – only with a lot more dogshit on the streets. She half-dragged Jamie around every great gallery and palace and drank her fill of the cultural overload. It was if all the fairy stories she had read were suddenly made real.


But despite her most fervent hopes no handsome Parisian dude materialized – at least until the morning they left, when a moment of brief flirtation on the railway platform left her reeling. His name was Florian, and his gentle blue eyes seem to bore right in her. But, awkward as ever, Jenny became flustered and staggered away giddy with infatuation. By the time she turned around the guy was gone and she was left with just the pang of the sudden thrill.

A visit to a supposed drug-soaked party beach on the Belgian coast turned out to be a dead end. As Jenny did her best to cocktease in her bikini, she discovered to her disgust that it was a gay beach. The next stop after that was the hash bars of Amsterdam, where things proceeded to get even worse. The twins' attempt to savor the stoner delights of the city only wound up with them being ripped off. Then their old hometown friends, Scott and Cooper, appeared. Scott had come over to look for his Slovakian girlfriend who had suddenly broken off communication. Cooper had tagged along as ever. Jenny was never very fond of either boy (although Jamie worshiped them both). This was especially true of Cooper with whom she had submitted to a few drunken fumbles – something she resented him for. But Scott seemed really concerned over something bad happening to Mieke, so her protests were muted when they all took the train to Bratislava. There would always be time for the visit to the Vatican afterwards, she thought.


It was a long, cramped train ride to the Slovak capital. Trapped in a stinky cabin with three boys, Jenny quickly came to regret the change of plan. She peered into the dark that raced past the window but saw nothing other than endless gloomy forest. Something about he romance of train travel had always intrigued her – but that seemed in short supply when surrounded by her three farting, snoring companions.

Desperate for some air she left the cabin and stood out in the passage. A buzzing electric light flickered on and off for a few seconds at a time, disorientating the dazed Jenny even further. Everything felt like a weird dream to her.

The sudden sound of another cabin door opening brought her out of her reverie. Languidly she looked around to see a man standing in the blinking light. Her bright eyes bulged as she took in the sight of this creepy, skeletal old man eyeing her lustfully in the half-dark. In her lurid imagination he seemed like some ghastly vampire that had just appeared out of the shadows. The reflection of his glasses gave him a cold, robotic mask for a face.

Her breath caught as he suddenly grabbed her breasts, firmly and roughly cupping her ample 34Bs in his talon-like hands. Jenny's frightened doe-like eyes stared back into a pair as cold and dead as slate. She wanted to scream, to pull him off and run back into her cabin. But terror had paralyzed her utterly, and she was helpless as the horrible old man groped her.

There was a crash as a porter appeared through an end door of the carriage. The lights went out again for a few seconds, and when they flickered back on the old man had vanished back into his cabin. Jenny stood shivering and stunned, not knowing whether to cry or scream. The porter barely acknowledged her with a curt nod, but it brought her around enough to stagger back into the cabin with the boys. For a few dazed moments she wondered if it had even happened. But the look in the man's eyes burned in her brain.

Her brother stirred. “Ev'thing alright, sis?” he gurgled.

“Y-yeah,” Jenny lied. “Just had a bad dream.” She could feel the ache of her bruised breasts suddenly begin to throb. “Let's...let's just get some sleep.”

She managed to snatch a few haunted, hazy hours of rest but they ended with an abrupt shudder as the train finally rolled into Bratislava Central. In the dismal gray light of a Slovakian morning it was not an inspiring sight for her. Worse came when the kids began walking to their hostel, struggling under the weight of their backpacks for nearly an hour. The locals seemed pointedly unwilling to help, and no cab, taxi or tram stopped. With the narrow cobbled streets, looming houses and grotesque stranglers, the sleep-deprived Jenny suddenly felt like she was in some nasty horror story.

To the kids' chagrin there was still a long stretch of road before they reached their destination. In an urgent, feisty determination Jenny began to flash her round, rock-hard tits before the passing motorists. Even as an inexperienced virgin she was well aware of the power of her sexuality and her nubile figure.

An amused Scott had to hold an upset Cooper back; the latter was the only guy to have ever felt Jenny up, and he railed at her for exposing her magnificent breasts to countless Commie creeps but not him. But an unimpressed Jamie reminded his sister that even her charms had no effect in a land where ads on mainstream TV featured lesbian sex. Already grumpy and resentful, Jenny felt offended by the indifference of the passing cars.


“LOOK AT THESE!! I'M EIGHTEEN YEARS OLD!”

Like a sudden bolt of lightning she made eye contact with the driver of a shining Mercedes that was cursing past. To her utter horror she realized it was the weirdo who had groped her on the train. Their gaze only held steady for a few moments, but she could tell he recognized her – and from his reptilian smile he obviously enjoyed her discomfort with this weird roadside coincidence. As she abruptly pulled her top back down she realized that he must be heading into Bratislava too.

“W-well screw them!” snorted Jenny. “Let's just keep walking.” The boys could not help but notice how their old friend was shivering, but idly put it down to adrenalin or the cold. They all put he incident out of their minds as they entered the city proper.

When the beleaguered American teens finally arrived at the hostel, even the jaded boys were impressed by the faded grandeur of the place. The lobby was busy and cosmopolitan, and looked like it hadn't been redecorated for a century. Inspired by the seedy charm of the whole musty atmosphere Jenny almost forgot her fatigue and lost herself in dreaming of the thousand stories that had passed through.

It took several coughs and throat-clearing to bring the fat concierge up to the desk. He grudgingly stirred herself from behind his computer and and booked the kids in. With a lazy disinterest he laid out the rules of the place and handed over the keys. The boys had one room and Jenny and Jamie another. After what seemed a lifetime they made it and dropped their gear.

For her part Jenny just wanted to eat and sleep, and was unmoved by Scott's entreaties to help search for his missing girlfriend immediately. The three boys headed off straight after arriving, with Jamie promising his sister they'd be back by evening. Barely listening, she curled up on the bed to sulk with a chocolate bar and tried to savor the first decent rest in days.
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Her sleep was deep and dreamless. But a steady thumping sound suddenly brought her back to consciousness. She focused on the sound of sobs and moans rising and falling. Aw jeez, she thought with a mingling of humor and disgust, some folks next door are totally doing 'it'. Jenny tried for a few minutes to ignore the ecstatic cries but finally gave up when the furious headboard banging began to ring like a hammer in her head. Fuming and frustrated she decided on a long hot bath to soothe her shattered nerves.

She was grudgingly impressed by the dulled glory of the bathroom. The huge porcelain tub had bright brass fittings and poured forth a strong reliable stream of hot water. Sighing with a glum resignation Jenny undressed and filled the tub to the brim. Wiggling his ass in the mirror she looked back and studied the small butterfly she had had tattooed on one firm buttcheek during the revelry of graduation night Her parents would kill her if they knew but she felt it made her all the more sexy.


“Ohwowwwwyeahhhhhh...” Jenny moaned as she slid beneath the near-scorching waters. All the struggles of the long, weird day seemed to be washed off. In the steamy silence she enjoyed actually being alone and in peace for the first real time on the whole trip. Back on the farm solitude and privacy been so taken for granted, she thought wistfully. She valued every little part of those virtues much more since she had started traveling.

All she could hear was her own deep breaths. She traced a hand down her thigh and began to gently rub her clit. Why can't I be cumming loud in some room tonight, she thought with a twinge of sadness. If I can't lose my cherry on this trip, how could I ever? Biting her lip she began to masturbate harder and faster, dreaming of an endless queue of hunky lovers screwing her endlessly. Water slopped rhythmically over the sides as the grinding of her thighs grew faster.

“Hngh..hnnnh...uhwowowowohhh-”

As she began to cum Jenny reveled in the first chance she'd had in weeks to get off. She had flicked her clit regularly at home. Eyes shut tight, biting down hard on her fist to fight back screams of pleasure, she felt the throes of a long hard orgasm wrack her tight body.

“HnnngggoooddddddddddddddHHNNNHHNNHNNHN...”

With a few long, intoxicating shudders Jenny felt the wave of pleasure pass threw her deep and slow. Gazing around the room at nothing in particular, a sudden flicker in the corner caught her eye. Climbing wet and glistening from the bath she wrapped a thick white towel around her and slowly crept towards the corner of the bathroom. With a cold, growing horror she realized it was a peephole. Revulsion flooded her as she thought of someone watching her naked and masturbating just then in the bath. She had read about this, but the shocking discovery was terrifying.

There was a sudden loud rapping at the door. Jenny almost leapt to the roof in fright. Putting the freaky thought of a voyeur out her her mind for a moment she went to the door and looked through the security peephole – then reeled at the sight on the other side. It was Florian, the hunk she had met on the platform in Paris. Gripping the towel tight with one hand she threw open the door with a smile.


“Well, bon jour!” Jenny purred.

The smile he gave her nearly turned her legs to jelly, and she felt an electric surge race between her thighs. “Aha, yeah, bon jour!” he replied with a gravelly chuckle. “We meet again, Jenny, eh? Must be fate!” He flicked approving eyes across her glistening porcelain skin, still wet and steaming from the bath.

Not fate, thought the excited Jenny – it was destiny. Her breasts heaved as her heart pounded. Giddy with the thrill of the moment, she blurted “Why are you here?” then winced at her gaucheness, But Florian just smiled, and handed her a flyer.

“I am a DJ, yeah? I have a gig at the Club Europa tonight. Big place, tres chic, where all the cool kids in this town go to dance. It's in an old convent,” he added with a wink. “Maybe you could come along, yeah? Vee-I-pee for my friends, Jenny, ma belle Americane!”

For a moment she almost swooned. Jenny felt like dropping her towel right there and letting this beautiful boy take her hard and fast on the floor. Flushed and breathing rapidly, she rasped “Well...y'know, I'm waiting for my brother and friends, they're not back yet, and I haven't got anything to wear...so..y'know...”

She trailed off as his azure gaze seemed to pierce her brain. “Hey, well, I have to drop these flyers for the show around town...we could look for your guys, and maybe I buy you a nice dress, yeah? You HAVE to be my date tonight...don't make me beg, eh?”

Jenny really took no convincing. “Okay!” she chirped. “Just lemme get dressed!” Frantically she threw on a t-shirt and jeans so tight they seemed painted over her perfect curves. It was now or never, she thought; and if Jamie and the guys could do their thing off somewhere then so could she.

As she and Florian passed through the foyer she hesitantly asked the seedy receptionist to take a message for her brother. As she passed it over and started off, she thought she heard him slur “By the way, nice tattoo.”

“W-what? What did you say?” she said in a quivering and surprised voice.

“It's okay, I'll do that for you”, the receptionist said. His smile was so cold and toadlike Jenny quickly hurried to leave.

All ill-thoughts were dispelled outside when she saw Florian's sports car. It was like all her fantasies were coming together; the Cinderella story she had scripted since she was a child was now real. For the rest of the afternoon and into the early evening he took her around the Old City, a whirlwind of shopping and culture. She floated through the whole thing on a cloud of delight, letting him lead her around exclusive cafes and the more offbeat galleries. Finally he picked out a party dress for her: a gray shimmering piece with plunging cleavage that did ample credit to her figure. It was the sexiest thing she had ever put on.


By the time the cold crisp night had fallen Jenny was in love. She barely remembered to check in at the hostel, only to be told her brother and friends hadn't shown up yet. Somewhere in her gut her instincts ached, and a part of her began to suspect something was terribly wrong. But all she could think of was that this was the night 'it' finally happened, and their special moment was all that mattered. Perhaps, he reflected airily, they were probably all off hooking up with strippers, like in Amsterdam. Now it was time for her to indulge her fantasies.

The Club Europa was like nothing Jenny had ever seen before. A mass of handsome boys and pretty girls in bright flimsy clothes writhed together under the neon strobing light. She lost herself in the crowd and surrendered her body to an almost tribal dancing. Flinging her hair about like a shining mane, she made sure her bouncing boobs and wriggling butt were displayed to full effect. The number of horny men watching on in delight was equaled by the jealous girlfriends shooting daggers at her.

Florian finished his gig and joined her on the dancefloor. Now dosed with a series of vodka jelly shots, and turned on by the energy around her, they began making out almost immediately. Jenny went limp as his expert tongue played with hers, then traced across her throat and down to the really sensitive spot between her breasts. As their dirty dancing grew in intensity she seized a fistful of his hair and almost sobbed into his ear “I-I'm a virgin...I...I want you to be my first...”


Things were so dreamlike and happening with such an exhilarating speed that she was outside before she even realized. The crisp coldness of the night chilled the sweat that flecked her body. Her legs were shaking so hard she wondered if she would faint before they started, or even if she was just going to cum right there as Florian embraced her again. Their tongues mingled in a sloppy wet passion and she threw her head back in delight.

In an almost breathless voice Jenny said “Y-..you'll be gentle...right?” This is it, she thought. Oh yes thank you God, this is it...

Suddenly, a sharp sting pricked her arm. In her near-delirious state Jenny barely had time to see the needle in Florian's hand before blackness overtook her. She could only give him a dull, confused look as he sneered “Bon soir, you stupid bitch”. Unconsciousness overcame her before she had even hit the ground.

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Doktor Adolph Veers took a long deep breath as the chamber door clanged shut behind him. No matter how many times he did this the adrenalin rush always overwhelmed him. In this case his eagerness was all the more intense, as he had been waiting to get his hands on Jenny for five days now.

It had been that long since the auction where he had paid nearly a million euros for her. The Berlin-based plastic surgeon was a member of the ultra-secretive Elite Hunting Club, an agency which allowed the depraved, old and rich to dispatch pretty young things at their leisure. Esteemed in public as one of the most decent and generous members of his profession in Germany, with a beautiful wife and expensive practice, in private he loved to rape and murder teenage girls – and was prepared to pay a great deal for it. Not just any girls either – eighteen, American and virgin (or near enough) were his strict specifications.

He had to outbid the mysterious 'Lady Bathory', who no doubt intended to slash the nubile wench to death and bathe in her virginal blood. Such a waste! When he finally won her he kissed off his wife with the standard “special-case-in-Bratislava” excuse he always used, and was on the first train.

Such was his over-eagerness, he nearly blew it. It pained him badly, as a ruthlessly methodical man, to think of his clumsy attempt to confront her on the train. But the satisfying grope of her perfect tits had been worth it...not to mention the look of fear in her shimmering doe-like eyes. Veers would happily have paid a million just to see that look again. Seeing her on the road later – flashing her tits like a shameless American slut – was a bonus too. In the end, it had all come together anyway.

She was prepared as ordered, dressed up in a mockery of a doll's outfit. A red satin bodice and strawberry pattern cotton panties amplified her figure and full-blown sexuality. Thigh-high candystripe stockings and red lacquer heels completed the ensemble. She had been rouged and her long brown hair braided either side. A ballgag was fitted tight between her juicy, ruby lips. Lying unconscious, spreadeagled and bound on the torture slab she looked like a life-size doll of porcelain and silk.

He carefully checked the body-length mirror suspended overhead, then took an ampule from a nearby gurney. Stabbing it into Jenny's elbow, it released a surge of amphetamine that brought her brutally back to reality. She tried to arch her back up from the slab in shock and spasm, but found her wrists, elbows, knees and ankles all strapped down hard. As the taste of rubber filled her mouth she gazed up in utter horror at her reflection above her, taking in her whole situation like a vivid nightmare tableau.

“AAHUUUUHHUUUUUUUUUUUUUUHHHHHHHHHH!!” She screamed long and hard but the gag choked her cries. Spit streaked her chin and she felt hot tears race across her girlish, puffy cheeks. Desperately, flapping like a landed fish, she tried to fight against her bonds. But it was utterly useless and all she could do was wail and shriek in increasing fear.


This is a nightmare, she told herself. Somebody slipped me something bad at the club and I'm dreaming. Her eyes – swimming with tears and terror – raced about the dismal chamber, urgently seeking some kind of escape. But all she could see were implements of pain, chains...and a face that been been haunting her for days.

“NNNNNNHHHH! NNNNNHHHH! NHHHHHHHGGDDDDDDDDD-” It was him, the creepy stalker. Jenny felt like everything he feared most in the world had all come together at once. As their gaze met it was as if time suddenly stood still. A part of her suddenly appreciated that she was going to die, and die painfully.

Veers tore off her bodice as Jenny thrashed and howled. Her supple tits bounced forth and Veers quickly ran his smooth, surgeon's hands over the firm mounds. He squeezed and pinched the soft puffy nipples while Jenny yelped liked a broken puppy. Her firm, pouting breasts were still blossoming, just on the cusp of womanhood, and Veers savored their abuse like a connoisseur. Slapping, squeezing and crushing them in his hands, he showed Jenny a kind of pain she could never have imagined.

She stared blankly up at her reflection, looking in despair and disgust at her mascara- and rouge-streaked face. It makes me look like a strange, slutty clown, she thought. Watching helplessly as Veers traced his hand down to her crotch, she tried to transport her mind away from all this horror. But the pain was too real, and she could only wince in degradation as her panties were torn off with one swift snap.

With a stupefied horror she saw her the small puff of brown hair that once crowned her pubis had been shaved smooth...like a doll. Oh God, Jesus, please please no, thought Jenny. Here it comes...Veer's practiced fingers traced up her milky thighs and prodded at the soft pink oyster between her legs.

“NNNNNNNNNNNNNNNN!” Please God, not like this, was all that raced through the brutalized girl's mind. For years she had dreamed of the time when she could lose her virginity, and she had turned it into an almost sacred thing. To have it taken from her in such a savage and painful fashion was a suffering that broke her worse than any physical wound. In a daze she stared at his angry, ten-inch cock rigid and red as a firebrand – the first she had ever seen.

As Veers began to mount her she scrunched her eyes tight and tried to turn her face away into the slab. “Oh Mom, Mommy....please make him stop make him stop stop ohnononononnnnnnn-” She would have given anything then to escape what was going to happen. But he thrust his firm raperod deep and hard into the writing Jenny and her whole world exploded in a animalistic blind howl of pain.

Her tight pink box was crushed utterly with the first strokes, stretched and torn in a way she could only register with stunned disbelief. How was it possible to suffer so much, she wondered. Veers bellowed like a bull with every pounding blow, slapping her face and tits alternately with a cruel ferocity that matched his brutal penetrations. He knew exactly how to make this screaming girl suffer, and how to ruin her body in ways the slut could barely imagine. The velvet softness and tight wet suction of Jenny's pussy was the most exquisite sensation the veteran rapist had ever felt on his cock and he intended to savor it for hours.

The two writhed together in a sweaty, grunting mess. Each was lost in their private world of alternate paradise and pain, enduring levels neither knew they were capable of. Veers licked, bit or slapped every part of Jenny's pink heaving body. She lay nearly limp, her tight little frame now just a broken cockpuppet impaled on a pounding rod, jerking in time with each savage thrust. Through the haze of tears and pain she tried to focus on the mirror, pretending the horrors were happening to the girl up there and not herself.

When he finally came it was the worse defilement Jenny had ever experienced. She felt the flood inside her, and Veers' satisfied groan filled her with utter revulsion. When he finally slid his sticky and heavy body off hers, she took some bitter relief it was finally over.
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Now, she thought, he's going to kill me. She prayed it would be quick. She hoped she wouldn't suffer any more. She prayed and hoped her family would find out what happened. As Veers approached her with something in his hand she closed her eyes and prepared to be killed.

THUNK!

She felt a stabbing like a pair of red-hot teeth in her already brutalized breasts. Jerking to alertness with another gagged howl of primal pain, Jenny saw Veers holding an industrial staplegun and holding it against her left tit with an evil smile on his face.

“NNNNNN!! NNNNNN!!! NUUUUUU-”

THUNK!

The second hurt even worse than the first. Biting deep into the soft flesh the staple torture pushed Jenny to a plateau of pain that was above what she already thought was her limit. In a semicoherent, drooling, gurgling daze she could focus on nothing but the sheer agony of her punctured tits.

THUNK! THUNK! THUNK!

Veers fired the gun into her puffy nipples and around the firm curves of her budding tits, with a steady and measured rhythm. Jenny's pain-filled eyes, gray as stormclouds, went white as they rolled back into her head. She lost count of the staples, each one just becoming a separate moment of exquisite suffering.

When he had nearly fired the full magazine into both of Jenny's now blood-smeared breasts, he pressed the head of the gun firmly against her clit. The sudden cold metallic sting, and the realization of what was coming, brought her round to a appalled clarity and she tried to writhe away. But it was too late.

THUNK! THUNK! THUNK!

Firing a steady series of staples down Jenny's savaged cunt, Veers first lacerated her clit then literally sutured the pink lips together. The sounds she made were primal and inhuman, like an animal in the worst kind of torture. She felt every little detail of the unique misery as her pussy was punctured and shredded. Despite begging for unconsciousness or even death her senses just seemed heightened by all the horror.

Veers threw the staplegun aside and grabbed and thick, hideous-looking hypodermic filled with an orange, milky liquid. He jammed it into Jenny's thigh and she groaned at the sting. Bracing herself for the effects, she felt a tingle race through her limbs – then a strange remote numbness. She was unable to move her limbs and lay as helpless as the toy doll Veers was making her into. But the pain was certainly still there, every part of her sung with suffering

Jenny felt a true horror of being 'locked-in'. She could even flinch at her rapist's touch anymore, let alone writhe in agony. Seemingly just sleeping with her eyes open, she was actually screaming over and over in a private cell in her mind. It was like being buried alive, and she could do nothing but howl in that personal hell as Veers untied her and flipped her face-first on the slab.

The dozens of vicious staples slashed and cut her breasts again as she was rolled other. Jenny felt like her tits – the pert, pouting little buds she had once been so proud of – were being rubbed up and down against a cheesegrater.

Seizing her rope-burnt ankles and forcing her legs apart as far as they could go, Veers surveyed Jenny's juicy ass like a triumphant conqueror. It was the last cherry he intended to pluck. Groping at the firm, round cheeks he prodded the rim of her little pink and round asshole. Fresh tears welled from her eyes down her numb unflinching cheeks. Worst than the nightmare of the actual rape, it was her inability to even whimper for mercy that was breaking her mind.

Veer's first, tentative prods with his swollen raperod were greased by the blood of Jenny's savaged pussy. Pushing an inch at a time into her ass, he felt it yield like firm butter. He grabbed her braids like handlebars and viciously yanked her head back, pulling the limp Jenny around like a puppet and using the leverage to push even deeper in. For her part the sensation of anal rape destroyed whatever remained of Jenny's gentle and fragile soul, and she could do nothing more than beg for death over and over inside her cracked mind.


Jenny's anal passage was literally torn apart. She was ripped and bleeding and felt like a red-hot buzzsaw was slicing in her half. Running on nothing but pure blind instinct, she was willing every part of her to just give up and end the nightmare. But the more she begged, the more it seemed to hurt. Her utter inability to struggle against the suffering compounded it beyond all human measure.

The savage sodomizing took twenty minutes before Veers finally came, climbing off the bloodied and broken Jenny with a long satisfied sigh. Rolling her over once more onto her back, he took a cool damp cloth from the gurney and began to clean off the spit, sweat, tears and smeared makeup from across her face. He saw the silent, screaming madness in her eyes and it filled him with the utmost enjoyment. That was worth every part of the million euros, he reflected, as he washed Jenny's face. It was one thing to ravish a girl, to torture and degrade her – but to crush the world of an 18-year-old virgin and watch the light in her eyes go out like a broken bulb? He would pay anything for that, and his knowledge of that pleasure – he felt – made him a superior human being.

Jenny knew it was coming. In her silent hell she made her farewells to her parents, her brother (wherever he was) and everyone else she felt she had failed. She remembered her family's tearful remonstrance at the trip – how they warned her of bad men that would hurt nice girls like her. But she had laughed it off, believing there was nothing her smile or her body could not get her out of.

Staring up in the mirror, she watched as Veers took a small surgical cauterizing iron and dabbed it at her tearducts with practiced skill. There was a soft wet hiss as they were seared to nothing, and Jenny felt like two glowing hot shards had just pierced her skull. Veers then put the iron aside and picked up an opaque plastic mask, smooth except for eye- and mouthholes. Smearing the inside with a clear gel he then pressed it slowly but firmly down onto Jenny's face, then ran a heat lamp over it for a few minutes.

This expectancy of some new unspeakable torture – and the burning in her eyes slowly beginning to blind her – took Jenny's fractured mind to a focused realm of pure clarity. She felt the mask begin to adhere to her face, and realised her death was going to be far from the quick dispatch she had so desperately begged God for.

Veers then slowly and gently removed the mask. There was a wet, ripping sound similar to the tearing of a sticky plaster away from a wound as he carefully removed Jenny's face along with the mask. With the ease of a practiced surgeon he cleanly lifted off the layer of skin then quickly stored it inside a specialized, chilled briefcase.

Jenny stared, lidless and nearly blind, up at the bloody face looking back it her. It was all so unreal, she thought. She could not recognize the mutilated visage as her. Struggling to think of a happy memory to die with, she fought to focus on her mother's smile or a sunlit field. But all she could see was the bloody nightmare glaring down at her, and her head was filled with the cackling laughter of the man who had raped, tortured and now murdered her. After a few violent spasms she expired in a final moment of complete suffering. Jenny Wick died insane, in agony, and in a filthy basement in Bratislava – but no-one would ever know.

After a few minutes to dress and collect himself together, Veers buzzed to be let out. The Club officials scrutinized Jenny's violated corpse with approval. Declining the traditional post-kill ritual of cognac, cocaine, and whores, Veers instead raced to one of the ever-present waiting limos and urged the driver to get to the airport at all speed. The blue cold light of pre-dawn was beginning to spread over the city.

Catching his breath, he dialed his long-suffering but faithful secretary. “Elise? Elise! Yes I know what damn time it is. Quiet! I have another donor....yes, the fifth!...well, I seem to have a knack for these things, ja? Now – quiet! - now call Frau Kleist, tell her I have a fresh donor...oh, some poor Slovakian girl, overdose or suicide, very sad...anyway, call her and prepare the op for Wednesday. Three million euros, as agreed. Do it!' He hung up and threw the phone aside with a triumphant 'ha!' What could be better, he thought, than taking a girls' virginity and her life? Making a cool mill-and-a-half profit off her body, that's what. Not bad for 24 hours work! Veers burst into a helpless torrent of delighted cackling as the limo sped him away.

As for the rest of her? Well, the guard dogs had a good breakfast that morning...


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quite a beautiful and gruesome end. just wish he'd done more to her vag and breast before skinning her face.
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