Kelly's nightmare

[darkstalker]

this was/is a commissioned/paid piece of the client's oc, kelly, who undergoes a horror of rape and mutilation that ends with her death. here are the first two chapters and the third will contain the death rape. strong content involved. enjoy!

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The road is pitch as black on this empty night, her Honda’s headlights just barely illuminating the long winding strip of earth ahead of her. “Make a right turn in three miles,” says her audio GPS, in its grating, monotone voice.
“Yeah, right,” snarls Kelly, biting back on her lip. She checks the GPS again, looking for the aforementioned right turn ahead of her but seeing nothing in the darkness. She groans and continues forward in the dark, hoping that moving in a straight line will get her out of this predicament. But she is unsure. She hasn’t seen any of the turns that the machine has signaled to and her tank is running on close to empty. She needs to find something soon or....
The engine begins to sputter, coughing and wheezing as it gives its last breaths, the vehicle winding down to a slow crawl as the last of the gas is drained from the tank. “No.no.no.no.no,” whispers Kelly in a desperate voice, her eyes growing wide, but her machine or the gods above or both seeming to not care about her situation. The old vehicle sputters to a slow crawl and then a complete stop.
Kelly leans her head forward, biting down on her lower lip and then throws her head back and yells. “SHIT!” she barks and slams her hands on the steering wheel repeatedly. After a few minutes of resting her head against the wheel she groans. She’ll need to flag down a vehicle now. Someone to take her to a gas station or a motel or something, so she can get out of the cold blackness.
Sighing, she exits the vehicle, hugging her arms against her chest. The blouse isn’t very protective against the cold and neither is the short skirt or the high heels she’s wearing. She immediately regrets her choice of attire and more... how long her last client took in getting the presentation over with, asking question after question to aggravate her and gobble up precious daylight. She sticks out her thumb, shivering in the cold, hoping some passers by will see.

James spits outside his window, feeling the old taste of gin in his mouth. He looks at the near empty bottle and tosses it along with what remains, letting it hit the road with a crash. It sounds loudly and he grunts in disdain, driving along in his old beaten down toe truck. It’s been a bad night and he’s feeling mean.
He is looking around at the shadows racing along his left when the lights flash on someone standing in the middle of the road and he has to swerve right to avoid hitting them. He slams the brakes down on his truck, coming to a screeching halt, seeing the shadow of the figure moving about behind his truck.
“Fuck!” he growls. He throws open the driver side door, stepping out groggily. Whoever it is better have had their insurance papers signed, because he’s about to bring them hell.

Kelly grips her blouse tightly against her chest, her heart pounding fiercely at seventy miles an hour, her breaths coming out in quick gasp, the sense of cold suddenly gone from her body. She’d been out in the middle of the road, trying to hitch a ride when she’d seen the toe truck and tried to flag it down. Maybe they could offer some gas and get her on her way?
Instead, the brute behind the wheel had almost run her over and she’d had to dodge aside, feeling the wind of the truck passing just behind her feet. What kind of idiot tried to run down people in the middle of the road, she thinks.
“What kinda’ idiot stands around in the middle of the road!” she hears the man’s voice yell, almost an echo of the idea in her head. She sees the man stumbling forward in a quick, steady gait, heading in her direction and she feels the breath in her throat catch.
“I... I...” she stutters as the man comes towards her almost in a charge, his thin but hairy body covered head to toe in a mechanic’s jump suit. She can see free dangling stringy hair coming down to his shoulders and a full shadow of hair on his face. His lips are pursed out and his eyes narrow, the green showing brightly against what little light there is from the moon. That is the last she sees before the blow nearly flattens her against the floor.
“Stupid bitch!” the man yells, knocking her down. “You almost made me crash! You know how much that truck is worth?”
“I...”
He stomps down on her stomach, all the air escaping from her lips with the sudden blow. “Fucking bitch,” the man growls as she writhes on the floor. Before she can recover, something jabs at her spine, a shock running through her body with a sudden force that sends her reeling. She falls back against the ground, flopping around like a wounded fish.
The man’s face comes down next to her, his eyes now looking like two black pits as his face begins to blur. “Bitch. I’ll show you what I do to dumb hoes like you,” he growls. Then all light fades from her being, consciousness taken from her.

James looks down at the dumb cunt who he’s just laid flat and curses. He really probably should have thought the situation out more before laying her out, but...
In exasperation, he kicks her stomach once more, watching as the body curls over, a gagging sound coming from her, but she doesn’t get up anymore. The blow he gave her seconds ago made sure she’d be out cold. Fine by him.
James rubs the bristles of his beard, thinking. If he simply lets her go now she’ll likely report him. She got a good look at his face and he’ll be charged with assault and attempted manslaughter. No. No. Leaving her here is a no go. But...
He looks her over, at her large breasts and the skirt riding up her legs showing her brilliant white skin which has a soft glow against the moon light. Even her hair shines an eerie yellow under the light, cascading around her head, framing her face to almost look angelic. Almost.
He can feel his erection tenting against his pants as he looks over her round rear end, thinking how simple it would be to simply lift the skirt up now and fuck her. And the police will add rape to the charges....
He groans and kicks her again for good measure before bending down and lifting her up over his shoulder. This time the groan he gives is one of pain as this woman is anything but light. He grits his teeth, blowing out a low and long breath as he takes her over to the truck, opening the passenger side door and tossing her inside. He looks back at the silver Honda and scratches his head.
The vehicle looks just about new and after a bit of tidying up and removing certain parts, he’s sure he can sell it to someone. But then, he thinks, this all might be traced back to him, at least questions about the girl. No. Maybe what will be better is selling the pieces individually and using cannibalizing it for other vehicles. He nods, yes, this will do.
He gets into his vehicle, pushing the girl aside so she falls onto the floor in an awkward position and turns the truck on, the motor roaring and sputtering with annoyance. “Yeah,” he growls. “Fucking bitch,” he murmurs.
After a bit of stalling, the vehicle finally chooses to start and he reverses into the other vehicle. He steps out and hooks the winch to it, lifting it slowly, making sure the machine is secured. Once it is, he revs the motor once more and starts his drive. He wasn’t planning on heading out to the shop today, but... things change, he thinks. Might as well since he can’t exactly bring this woman home with him. “Guess I’m going in for some overtime today,” he mumbles as he heads down the long road with its dark winding path, his mind traveling a similar route.

The drive takes about an hour. The parking and setting up the girl on the winch, another fifteen minutes. He cranks it up so that the girl’s feet are just barely touching the ground by the points of her shoes and nods at his handy work. She is spread out, long and thin with her breasts pressing nicely against her blouse, the round white melons shimmering brightly beneath the blouse.
He lights a cigarette and turns away from her, heading to her Honda and rummaging through her belongings until he finds her purse. “Bingo,” he whispers quietly. “So your name is Kelly,” he says quietly, looking towards the woman who still hangs limply from the ropes. “Excellent,” he says, nodding.
He tosses the ID along with her purse and the rest of her belongings into an old barrel just outside the shop, pouring a generous helping of gasoline on everything inside. He smiles and flicks a match, tossing it in. The contents within light almost instantly. Soon the smells of rubber and plastics burning assail his nose, making his eyes water. He coughs and turns away from the sight, the materials burning in a merry dance of flame.
As he turns on the overhead light of his shed, he looks on the girl once more, thinking the smells of her belongings turning into kindle have put him in a foul mood once more. With him being out in a rural country to work on the machines brought to him at his leisure, this is the worst possible place for the woman to be at this point and she’s soon to find out the reason why.
He pulls out a set of pliers, watching them gleam against the light and walks over to the girl, slowly, admiring her curves at first, clicking the small tool in his hand with the snap-snap of each press. He grins, looking at the tool and then at the girl.
He lunges at her with the open tool at his disposal. The pliers close sharply on the girl’s left tit where he can see her nipple pushing against the bra and he clamps the tool down tightly on her nipple, twisting the pliers sharply to the left. He worries the material of her bra might be protecting her tits but it seems even a little pain is too much for this woman to handle.
Her eyes snap open and she cries out, kicking her legs.
“Awwwhhhh!” she yells. “Stop!”
He slaps her across the face, the sound ringing in the small shop. The blow echoes in the empty room and he grips her face, leaning close. “Why should I, Kelly,” he says. “You owe me for damages and seeing as your wallet is empty, I’m thinking I’m gonna’ take it out of yer’ hide.”
“H-how do you know my name?” she whines, between crushed cheeks.
He pulls away, smiling and slaps her again, simply enjoying the sound her skin makes as the blow lands. “That,” he says, “is my little secret.”
“Now...” he says, slowly stroking her breast through the material, tracing his fingers over the large globe. “I think you have something to show me?”
Before she can protest, he’s grabbed two handfuls of the white blouse and tears the fabric open, buttons spraying about, skittering across the floor as the woman whines, her large melons jiggling, exposed to the air. He slaps one playfully, watching the flesh ripple.
“You fucking bastard!” she yells.
The anger returning, he slaps her with a full blow across the face. “I ain’t the one who was fucking standing in the middle of the road trying to crash other people’s cars!”
“I didn’t-“ she begins, but he cuts her off with another blow to the face.
“Shut up!” he yells and grips her black bra in one hand, jerking it down in such a quick tug it exposes her full breasts, they bouncing to full view in front of him. Part of him should be excited by the prospect of this nubile young flesh, he thinks, but the woman’s attitude has irked him to such a degree that he is more angry than pleased.
He looks around for something in the shop to help him vent his anger, tossing items aside and kicking others away so they skitter noisily across the floor.
“I..I’m sorry...” he hears the woman say as he’s yanking a tarp off a machine. “I- I promise I won’t say anything about this if you let me go.”
“Yeah, you sure won’t,” James grumbles, when he comes upon what he is looking for in between a jumble of other tools and grins.

Her heart thunders in her chest, beating rapidly as the man rummages through the items in the dimly lit room, the light above flickering on and off, turning his image into that of some ghastly phantasm. She sucks in a breath, trying to steady herself and not let those nerves get the best of her.
“P-please...” she whines, trying to appeal to the man’s sense of compassion. “L-let me go. I won’t tell anyone you brought me here! Please?”
The last word she says almost in a pleading whisper, almost unsure if she wants the man to hear and for all intents and purposes it looks as if he doesn’t as he stands back up, grinning as he twirls a C shaped metal device in his hands. Kelly has seen these items in mechanic shops before. Used to grip things tight and hold them in place.
“W-what are you going to do with that?” she ask.
“Well,” says the man, striding over to her, nearing her enough so that she can see his eyes are bloodshot, heavy bags beneath them, his breath smelling thick of tobacco. “Well,” he says. “I think it’s better I simply show you.”
He grabs her right breast suddenly, savagely wrenching it out from under her blouse, his nails biting into it. Kelly squirms, begging. “N-no! Stop!” she yells, moving around, when he slaps her with the metal device the blow ringing in her ears.
“Shut up, bitch!” says the man, and Kelly ceases with her struggles, tasting the thick iron in her mouth, the blood running down her lip, a sharp pain at one of her teeth. The man ignores her teary eyes, instead pulling her breast out once more and pushing the clamp around it. He struggles in getting it on, her flesh of an ample enough size that it doesn’t fit snugly. The man jerks and pulls at her tit meat, making her moan before tugging the device up her tit flesh as far as it will go. The man grumbles about having better expectations and begins to twist the rod around, the lever on top spinning.
Kelly cries out as she feels the long spinning rod begin to crush down on her tit meat, squeezing it tighter and tighter, the long rod seeming to burrow itself into her flesh.
“AAAaaauuughhh!” she cries. “Stop! G-get it off!”
“You’d like that, wouldn’t you... Kelly,” the man says, putting an edge of bitterness into the pronunciation of her name. “Shame I don’t really give a shit.”
He turns the spiral rod one more time, emphasizing his lack of concern. Kelly begins to sob, moaning as the spiraling rod continues to squeeze down, crushing her flesh. It seems to keep going, sinking a deep groove into her breast until the long rod seems to be lost inside her tit, the clamp squeezing tight on her body. Her breast bulges, the veins protruding from it as it swells from constricted blood. The man laughs and slaps her breasts from the side, making her yelp with pain.
“Heh, yeah” he says. “That’s a good start.”
He looks her over a moment, taking in her curves, making Kelly shy back, whimpering. The man then shoves his hand down into her skirt, pushing her panties out of the way, fingers jabbing viciously into her vagina. Kelly moans, squeezing her legs shut, trying to push out the invaders which continue to stab at her vagina.
“Now Kelly,” says the man. “Where should we go next?”
“No..... please....” she begs, the pain at her breast so intense she doesn’t want to think of what else this man can do to her. She can’t bear any more. Tears stream down her eyes as she tries to ignore the pain that has been beset on her, her tit hard and swollen now.
The man looks at her with dark, narrowed eyes and pulls his hand out of her skirt slowly, his face seeming a mask of hatred. Despite the pain, Kelly stares, wide eyed, lips quivering. “Wh-what are you going to do?”
“Alright...” says the man, turning away. “Kelly wants to be a selfish whore,” he says in an almost deadpan voice, shrugging his shoulders. “Kelly wants to be a bitch and keep her goods locked away? Alright, I understand. She’s just being a bitch like all the other women I’ve known.”
She follows him with her eyes, not wishing to utter a word, his body movements too erratic to be certain of his level of violence, the words he’d said cold and menacing. As he seems to drift to the side, lifting a rod from the floor, she thinks, maybe he’ll leave her be now. Maybe he’s just cleaning up to go to bed and...
The blow comes suddenly to her side, making her scream, her ribs suddenly on fire.
“Stupid...” wack. “Fucking...” wack. “Whore!”
The man yells his verbal insults, slamming the short rod of iron against her side then her legs and then her breasts, even going so far as driving the metal clamp deeper into her tit with a blow to its side. Each blow changing spot and intensity. Kelly howls as each new cluster of nerves screams on her vulnerable body, the blows coming more rapidly as he works her over. Her body quickly becomes a mass of pain and agony and she sobs, crying out in an animal like voice, no longer thinking of what to do, only whining about the pain and begging for it to stop.
When it does, the man is pushing the rod against her chin, pushing her head up with it. “So...” he says, looking down at the quivering mess of a woman, snot and drool coming down her face. “You still gonna’ be a selfish bitch, Kelly?” he says. “Do you still need to be punished?”
She shakes her head, simply eager to have the pain subside, and have an end to it. She no longer cares if he rapes her, as long as he doesn’t hit her anymore.
“Really?” he says, to which she nods enthusiastically.
“I... I promise,” she says, in a gasping voice, hoping he can see the desperation in her eyes, that she truly is well and fully broken. The man bites his lower lip and shakes his head. Her lips begin to quiver, the tears forming at her eyes as she realizes he is not convinced. “N-no... please...”
The blow comes down across her hip, making her whine as she lifts her leg away. “I don’t believe you, you fucking whore!” He says, dropping two more blows on the breast with the clamp, slamming each blow down on her engorged tit.
She howls, sobbing, the bruising on her flesh making her ignorant to anything else. So she doesn’t notice fully at first when the man kneels down, jerking her panties down to her ankles. Not until the cool air brushes up against her naked buttocks.
“P-please... don’t hurt me...” she whimpers, trying to look down at him but having difficulty with him at floor level beneath her skirt.
“Don’t hurt you,” he says. “Kelly, you’re a bitch who is going to have to learn! Learn hard!”
She knows he’s beneath her legs, one positioned upwards with his head beneath it and she doesn’t think to struggle, simply hoping that whatever sick thoughts the man has in mind, they won’t be too brutal on her unfortunate body. But fate is never so kind.
She feels the metal rod slam into her anus, tearing open her sphincter violently and she wails like a banshee, her cry long and loud as the short rod is driven upwards in one quick and violent thrust. It is pushed in with such force that her body stretches out around it immediately, warm blood seeping down it.
“Now you stupid whore,” he says, “you’ll learn!” and he slaps her rear in a humiliating fashion making the woman wince as the vibration jiggles with the metal still lodged inside her body. The man comes up from beneath her legs and nods, a smile now on his face. “But Kelly is right,” he says, leaning forward, gripping her swollen tit and squeezing it in his calloused hand. “We should play a bit more with these before we hit the goods!”
Kelly sobs, realizing the horrors have only begun for her.
Her anus squeezes the obstruction painfully and she sobs, unable to contain the agonies that have been beset upon her body. Two massive clusters of pain keep her from thinking straight and any point where the man slaps her sends more waves of agony through her body. The warm blood flows from her hole, pitter pattering against the floor in splotchy dots all across it. She can not think, her mind an utter wreck.

This of course, is of no concern to James, who looks on his sweet Kelly with her ass twitching and simply grins. He can feel his member tenting against his pants and he rubs it absentmindedly, thinking how he’ll pummel her asshole.
But no.... He removes his hand from his pants, jerking it out. That won’t be now. That will be for later. Right now, well right now is a time for him to focus on another part of dear Kelly’s body. He grips her chin and smiles at her.
“Oh, don’t cry,” he says, “we’re only starting with the fun!”
The girl lets out a mewling sound that only seems to make him harder and he kisses her roughly upon the lips, enjoying how she shivers, her struggles being only the briefest before they subside in her fears of being taken more brutally. It makes him harder thinking about that and he looks down at her large double D sized breasts and grins.
The flesh of the one is swollen, purpling where the clamp has gripped it, squeezing the meat, her tit ballooning out with the veins pushing against the flesh. He grins at this, slapping it lightly. The woman winces, a spurt of pain shooting through her body. Not bad, he thinks. Not bad. But not nearly enough, and there’s a limit with what he can do with his hands. He needs something more...
He finds a pair of pliers on the table and grips the nipple on the breast already crushed by the vice, twisting it as far as it will go, watching as the woman tilts her head back and screams. It is good, he thinks, twisting her tit up, but still not enough. Not good enough for a bitch like her.
“Not bad, Kelly,” he says. “But you still haven’t convinced me you’re sorry enough!”
“Fuck you!!” she stammers, the pain and frustration getting the best of her senses now, she stomping her foot furiously, trying to do something to ignore the pain. Anything.
“Yes...” says James, hand against his chin, looking around the room. “Yes, but not yet...”
He looks around the room, searching.... He grins as he finds the item he is looking for and picks it, up, switching on the device with a dull hum, the motor beginning to rumble, the metal creating an awkward shaking noise.
“Wh-what are you going to do with that?” Kelly stammers.
James squeezes the limbs of the cables open, the metal jaws opening then lets them shut with a loud snap. Then he does it again, watching as the woman’s eyes start to grow wider, her mouth dropping.
“Oh... nothing you won’t find out about soon enough!”
And the woman screams before he has even put the cables on, the noise loud enough to be to his greatest enjoyment. Now how much more will that noise increase when he puts these babies on her tits?

She hears the metal snap against itself, the sharp pointed jaws ringing in the dingy room and she shakes her head, trying to deny herself the nightmare that is before her as the thin man walks up to her with those twisted metal devices. The sight of them alone nearly makes her forget her other pains as she tries to back up further against the mechanical wall at her back. This reminds of her other pains as her anus twist around the pipe uncomfortably.
She grimaces, unable to bear the pain anymore and the man leans close, his hot breath on her neck.
“Ah, Kelly. Kelly. Kelly,” he says, repeating her name in a sweet mantra as she turns away from him, looking up at the ceiling, hearing this monster so near to her, repeating her name over and over again. She only whimpers, her body shaking in fear as she hears those metal devices snap at the air. She daren’t look at them for fear that this will give them form and bring worse suffering down upon her.
She needn’t have bothered to look away. It only made the shock worse as the clamps snapped down on both her nipples, nearly ripping them away from her body as the metal teeth grind down on them. She hears a loud wail and it takes her time to realize it’s her own voice. As she does so, she lets her body sag, crying uncontrollably.
“Kelly. Kelly,” says the man, stroking her cheek slowly. “Do you really think this is it? I am sorry, but you’re mistaken.”
She is barely able to make a proper sentence any longer, her words sticking to her throat as she sniffles and sucks in another breath of air. Not that she thinks it will matter, looking at the man’s face light up, his eyes shimmering. Whatever she says will do nothing in swaying him from his course of action.
She is correct.
There is a click on the device on the floor and then there is agony. A roar of a motor as energy leaps into her body, jolting it as her breasts push out with her hips, the currents of electricity ripping through it, her voice sticking to her throat, unable to make sound. Her breasts and anus burn as more electricity jolts back and forth through them through the metal pieces in them and then she falls back against the vehicle, her body sagging against it as she breathes heavily. She doesn’t even know when it was the man turned the machine off, only that the pain subsided suddenly and she could breathe through chocking gasp. Her eyes roll in her head, her voice sounding thick and hoarse as she hangs limply from the binds holding her on her feet.
“That was a nice game, no, Kelly?” says the man, something metallic sounding next to him. “But now... I think we’re done with foreplay.”
Kelly does not respond, her body still in a type of shock from what has occurred, mind still blank. She does not see the long slimy rod being waved in her direction, nor feel the man’s calloused hands on her hips, spreading them wide or feel even his member sliding into her body. Her body still races with a fire, shivering with it as it begins to recover and the man pushes himself to a hilt, his face a blur to her eyes. The pain has clouded her mind completely.

James watches as the woman’s eyes begin to roll up into her head, her tongue lolling outwards and curses. He’d only had the device on for a short while but thinks that maybe that had been too much. He can smell the scent of burnt meat on the woman’s body and it softens his erection a little. Only a small bit.
He takes the cables off the woman’s nipples and goes to remove the clamp on her breast only to jerk his hand back as it still burns hot. He curses and hisses as he waves his hand. So much for that.
He looks at her body, his member still hard but now blocked from taking her ass by the metal pipe which he imagines is still hot as well and his hands won’t be able to grip her breasts because of the vice. He growls and then remembers, her pussy is still available.
He spreads her legs wide after unzipping his pants, slipping his member into her greased little hole. He can feel how wet it is, the smell and feel of urine coating his manhood. Little whore had pissed herself somewhere during the whole mess and he hadn’t noticed. He’ll make her suffer for that!
He thrust his member into her body with one quick jab, slamming it to the hilt in her cervix and all he gets from her is a slight moan. Fuck that, he thinks. He’d hurt her more, but fears she might be dying already and he has no interest in fucking a corpse. Might as well take it while the body is still warm and he can still hear breath coming from her lips.
He pushes against her, feeling how tight her body grips him, her body twitching with his thrusting inside her. It stimulates him further, bringing him to a faster orgasm and he begins thrusting faster against her, beating her hips against the vehicle wall, banging loudly against it.
“How is that, Kelly, you bitch? Feel good, does it?”
But even as he keeps jamming his cock inside her womanhood, the woman seems irresponsive, her mouth hanging limp as her eyes have rolled into her head. It makes him harder in his anger and he begins beating against her hips with more force, banging her against the metal wall more, the sounds of the metal echoing in the small room.
Soon though, he has let her legs drop, his hands around her throat as he fucks her, fingers squeezing. And here, he can hear her gasp, hear as she tries to breathe, body twisting in its attempts to get some oxygen.
“So that wakes you up, eh?” he says. He squeezes his fingers around her throat harder, crushing her neck. “Good.”
This made him harder still and he begins banging with more force inside her, her body still rippling with responses from the electricity until he feels he can’t hold it anymore and he drops his hands from the woman’s neck, slamming against her hips with his manhood as his nails bite into the nice flesh of her hips, drawing long gouges with pinpricks of blood dribbling out.
It doesn’t take much longer. A few more thrust and his body is spurting its seed inside her, filling her womb with it. He jabs her a few more times, then holds it, letting the warm seed trickle down over his member before pulling out with a sickly squelch.
He grins, slapping her pussy and shoves his member back into his jump suit, laughing to himself. He’ll call some friends up, come back tomorrow and see if the whore is still alive. If she isn’t, at least they can help burry the body. He shuts the lights, sticking his hands in his pockets, humming a tune to himself as he walks out into the fresh night air. He thinks, life sure is good right now.