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Writer: Dale10 / maipenraikhap@msn.com
Subject: BRIDE AND GROOM TORMENTED 5
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Story Codes: Erotic Horror, NC, Rape, Torture, humiliation, Sacrilegious
Synopsis: The young bride and groom missionary students are further abused and tortured
Bride and Groom Tormented 5
I visit Julia.
Her eyes are often glassy now as she drifts to and from the real world. I think it was getting fucked by those three huge pigs in the pig sty that did it. Those fucking animals weigh close to eight hundred pounds. Huge mother-fucking pigs with corkscrew dicks, and of course, we made her suck the pig cock and lick and suck pig ass before she got it up her cunt too. But she was a real trooper; I got to say that for her.
At one point, she was actually taking three pig dicks at one time. Of course, we had to help by putting the pigs in position and shoving the dicks in. It was dirty work, and I’m glad I had some Mexican assistants who don’t mind dirty fuck work. You should have heard her scream.
Anyway, today when I visited her, she was seated in a chair, all nice and clean. All the fight was gone from her, and she slumped just a bit, making her large tits hang, nothing like the proud missionary girl we had kidnapped along with her fresh off the farm type husband. She looked up at me with her large, pretty eyes and started to tremble all over. It was really cute, and I am so glad the cameras were getting it. Just my appearance got her trembling with fear. I smiled.
“Morning, Julia. Don’t we look nice and fresh this morning? So much better than when you were covered with all that pig cum and shit and piss.”
However, Julia’s eyes didn’t stay on me. They went right to my companion. I had my left hand on the shoulder of a thirteen-year-old naked boy. A very cute naked boy with a nice big dick for his age.
His name was Johnny, and he was very scared as well. He had been told in no uncertain terms that unless he did everything we told him to, he would have his balls and dick cut off, and he would be made to eat them. To impress our seriousness upon him, we showed him a video of a boy just about his age whom we had forced to do just that. So, scared as he was, Johnny was ready to go to work for us.
“Johnny, go over to Julia and say hello to her. Isn’t she a pretty girl? She was just married, you know. Go ahead, say hello to her. Oh, Johnny, what a naughty slut Julia is, a new bride, and look at how she is looking at your thirteen-year-old dick. Julia hasn’t even been fucked by her own husband yet.
“She’s been fucked by just about everything else, though, and she needs cock all the time now. And here you are, such a nice, cute, innocent little boy. Only thirteen, and that means fucking slut is hitting on you. You better punish her, Johnny, for being such a fucking whore. Go ahead, punish her, and slap her tits as hard as you can.”
The shy thirteen-year-old schoolboy looked at me with trepidation. I smiled slightly and nodded. He got a tear in his eye, but he knew he had to follow through. So he pulled back his hand and slapped one of her udders quite hard. The tit shook, and Julia let out a scream. She brought her hands up to cover herself.
“Hands at your sides, Julia, or do you want to visit the pigs again?”
That did the trick. She put her shaking hands down, making fists to ward off the pain in her fat tit.
“Go ahead, Johnny, hit her tit again. And this time I want you to do it harder.”
Johnny chewed his lip, the tear running down his cheek now, but he hauled off and gave her fat titty a good whack. The sound of the smack filled the room.
“Put your fucking hands down, Julia, or I swear we will cut them off! Now use both hands, Johnny. Slap both her titsacks as hard as you can!”
Christ, my dick got rock hard as I watched the naked thirteen-year-old boy slap that bitch’s tits. I loved the way his young, smooth ass cheeks moved as he slugged her breasts, and I told myself that I had to fuck that boy’s ass before I was through. He was breathing heavily, and the small pink tits on his own boy chest were hard as pebbles.
His teen dick was thickening, too, if I am not mistaken. I know what teenage boys like. They can cry and protest all they want, show me a horny teen, and I’ll show you a boy who dreams of playing rough with a bitch and putting her in her place.
“Johnny, you are not slapping those tits hard enough. I want to see them black and blue!”
Julia’s mouth was open from the pain; she was weaving in the chair. I shoved a dirty jock strap into her mouth.
“Chew on this bitch, so you don’t bite off your tongue. And hold onto the chair so you don’t fall out. Slap those tits harder, Johnny! Harder!”
Her big, fat cheerleader tits were swinging all over the place and crashing into each other. She was more grunting than screaming now; her body giving little jolts like electric shocks was going through her.
“All right, Johnny, enough. Now grab her nipples and pull her to the edge of the chair. Pull on those nipples!”
The teenage boy had worked up a nice sweat, and his dick was hard and bobbing now. He grabbed a nipple in the fingers of each hand and tugged hard. She gasped for air and jerked forward, sliding to the edge of the chair.
“Now spread your legs wide, Bitch, do it!”
She spread her legs, opening up her ravaged pink pussy meat. Her cunt looked like hell, totally fucked out.
“Now, Johnny, I want you to take a step backwards. Now I want you to get a good swing and kick her right in the cunt!”
The naked thirteen-year-old’s toes curled. He chewed his lip and made a whimpering sound. Then he hauled off and gave her a hard, sound kick right in the pussy. She made a kind of choking sound and bounced right off the chair onto the floor. The cameras caught it all. I approached her and kicked her legs wide apart.
“All right, Johnny, step over here between her legs and really kick her cunt as hard as you can! Pretend you are kicking a football.”
He kicked her twat so hard she slid across the floor, and he had to step into her to kick her again. I had him kick her cunt over and over, until she was out of her mind with pain, making sounds like a baby.
“Good boy, Johnny. You are doing very well. You keep this up, and we’ll let you go home in no time at all. Now get down on the floor, no, let your legs face her, get your feet close to her cunt. Keep your legs spread, Bitch. Now, Johnny, I want you to work the toes of your right foot into her cunt! Johnny at thirteen was one of those growing boys whose feet are too large for the rest of their body. It was so cute watching him force his toes into her battered cunt.”
“Fuck her, Johnny. Fuck her with your toes. Wiggle your toes in her dick-ditch. Push hard, push more foot into her. See how much of your foot you can get into her cunt! I couldn’t tell if Johnny was laughing or crying. He was almost as hysterical as she was. She tried to slide away across the floor, so I had a couple of my boys hold her. They grabbed a shoulder each and a leg, and they spread her legs wider apart to give more cunt access to the kid.
“Push Johnny, see if you can get your whole fucking foot into her pussy!” Christ, I knew we had a best-selling film on our hands, “Got that foot wedged in her cunt good and hard? Good boy. Now start to work the other foot into her asshole! I know it’s hard, use your toes, work that foot in there!”
The little teenage foot fucker didn’t know it, of course, but I wouldn’t stop filming until he had both feet up to the ankles in her cunt and asshole!
I visit with Chris
Chris, too, was pretty much out of it. After he fucked that little girl, he was never the same. Well, I mean, he did rip her up pretty good. He’s got a mean dick on him. He kept telling himself he was doing it to save his wife, but I could tell that he got into it! One hand on the naked stud’s shoulder, I steered him into a small chapel set. His eyes almost popped out of his head when he was the kid hanging on the cross.
It was a young hustler we had picked up, a druggie. We got him totally drugged up, and then crucified him. Hung him up on the cross in the chapel. With his scruffy beard and long hair, he looked pretty much like Jesus, although a bit young. He moaned through half-closed eyes when he saw us. The cameras were whirring. Blood ran from his punctured hands and feet. He was naked except for a tiny loincloth.
Chris’s mouth hung open.
”Oh dear, God no!”
It must have been a troubling sight for a young missionary student.
“Chris, do you want to help that young man? Do you want us to take him down from that cross before he dies?”
“Oh God, yes, please. You can’t do this, you can’t …”
“I think you know by now that we can, Chris. We are making a movie here. Now you can save that boy’s life. Just shoot the scene we want you to, and we’ll take him down, tend to his wounds and let him go. In this scene, we want to show how much the young missionary student loves Jesus. So all you have to do is go over to the cross, remove his loincloth and suck his dick!”
“I cannot blaspheme against the Lord my God. Why do you want me to do this?”
“It’s just a movie, Chris. I’m not trying to tamper with your personal religious beliefs. But for the sake of the movie, you love Jesus so much that in your dream, you suck him off! Now, do you want to save his life, or shall we stand here and watch him die? Either way, the cameras are rolling.”
Chris was so beautiful, so hunky, naked and muscular. Such a pure-looking All-American boy, it was a dream come true in a way. Watching him remove the loincloth from our Jesus, revealing that huge flaccid dick. We had chosen this kid because of the size of his pecker.
“Doesn’t Jesus have a beautiful, big prick, Chris? Go ahead, touch it, worship it. Now start to lick his big balls!”
Chris had to climb up on a stool to reach the dick and balls. We got a bonus for our film; the kid on the cross lost control of his bladder and started to piss all over Chris.
“Look, it’s a miracle, Chris. Jesus is pissing on you. Open your mouth and drink the heavenly liquid.”
From the shocked state of Chris’s mind, I knew we couldn’t do much more with him either; both Chris and Julia were pretty much done for. Perhaps it was time to reunite the happy bridal couple for a proper wedding night!
While Chris sucked Jesus and we filmed it, I made plans.
THE END OF CHAPTER FIVE