Warning: Nothing in the following story represents the beliefs or values of the author. It is entirely fictional, is intended for adults only, does not contain any reference to minors, and depicts both nudity and excessive violence. Please do not try any of the actions depicted at home. This is a story that belongs in the Extreme Stories library, and nowhere else. Everything about it is extreme, as it includes a level of sexual violence that is terminal, and can only be considered extreme. Be warned.
Feature Writer: Regis
Feature Title: HELICOPTER BITCHWHACKERS 2
Published: 09.05.2024
Story Codes: Erotic Horror, Snuff
Synopsis: This is the story of ten wealthy industrialists, most in the munitions business. They have developed a partnership around a mutual hobby — the destruction of shapely young women — involving dangling them beneath their helicopter at a remote seaside resort. It’s an erotic adventure with many shocks, twists, painful pokes, and horrors along the way. Enjoy.
Helicopter Bitchwhackers 2
Caitlin and Tanya had a lot of pride, and these assholes were subjecting them to some pretty debasing stuff to get their jollies. Tom had said they were wanted as party girls which is what they admittedly were, but they were not sex toys to be put at such terrible risk just for the fun of it.
Deep down, she still hoped they weren’t serious, but even if they were just joking, they were not particularly concerned for the safety of their two female guests. The dildo insertion had not only been agonizing, it felt as if it might have done some internal damage.
When the helicopter was safely airborne and climbing, the men undid their seatbelts and resumed working. The cameraman in the back row turned in his seat and resumed video recording the girls’ dilemma. Using the short slender ropes, four of the other men did something frightening that destroyed Caitlin’s plans for safety: they lashed each of the girls’ wrists to her ankles,
This completed a hogtie so that they could spread their legs, which was likely, and could not use their hands or arms to protect themselves. A new level of fear struck both girls at once. Hogtied, they felt their value to the men was once more degraded. Now they felt more like pigs, being treated as raw sex meat than as attractive women.
Once they were securely bound, Tanya and Caitlin were left to watch the men roll back two large panels of the luxurious carpet, exposing the entire floor of the helicopter, which the girls were amazed to see was transparent. The floor of the cargo area was made of clear Lucite or Plexiglas, allowing the girls and the men to see the frame members of the sturdy craft.
The transparent floor of the helicopter would also provide a clear view down during flight, the girls realized. This big whirlybird was custom-built to give a clear and panoramic view downward. It may have been designed for professional film making for aerial photography they thought.
It suddenly struck them that his was no one-shot deal. They wondered how many other girls had been forced into this debasing and very dangerous sport. They could see the ends of their chains on the hooks bolted to the steel floor beams and felt that at least that end of the chain was secure.
Andy pulled out two pairs of heavy plastic-covered cables. They were colored black and red, and on the end of each was a huge alligator clamp. They looked just like jumper cables. Gary pulled from another box a pair of long white cables, and on the end of these was an eight inch long steel needle.
He grasped one of Caitlin’s large breasts and suddenly stabbed the needle up into the underside base of the fat mammary. Ignoring her scream, he thrust the long needle right up through the fatty meat of her left breast until the tip emerged through the top of the big distorted it.
Twisting around, he grasped Tanya’s left breast and repeated the painful operation with the remaining needle. The screaming duo watched with terror as he uncoiled the white cables attached to the long needles through their breasts. The other end of each had the casing stripped off, revealing several inches of bare wire.
Bill attached the black alligator clamp of each pair of jumper cables to the end of each girl’s white tit cable. Then he lifted small Plexiglas plates from the floor and attached the red clamps to the heavy hooks that held the far end of their anus-anchor chains. These were electrodes. They were going to put electricity through them!
“Stand clear, guys,” he cautioned, shouting over the roar of the big chopper’s motors. “Don’t touch the girls or the chains, we’re going to test the electric system on them!” For the first time, the girls saw where the jumper cables came from. They were indeed attached to the helicopter’s electrical system.
These electrodes were capable of giving them a powerful electrical shock, right to their genitals! These guys were out of hand, and there was nothing the two pretty party girls could do about it. They were proving to be sex fiends of the very worst kind, and they had fallen into their hands!
“Let us know if you find this shocking, ladies!” Gary shouted at them, grinning at his juvenile humor, and as they moved back Steve pulled a lever that gave the naked hogtied girls a sudden jolt. The current surged through them, causing their muscles to lock as if they were under load, doing extra hard work, straining in the extreme.
Tanya felt her jaw lock wide open as if she was screaming, but there was no control of her lungs, so a scream was impossible as long as the current was left on. The girls’ sinews stood out as if they were about to burst. Even their impaled breasts appeared to firm up, and their nipples stood at attention as the current surged.
“Jesus, not bad!” said Andy as Steve switched off the power, “These ladies respond well to a shot of electricity. Let’s double it, give them some real juice!”
“Christ, that might kill these cunts,” Bill said, “There’s no sense in smoking them now. It’s much too early for that, and that’s not the way we want them to go.”
“They can probably take another fifty percent, anyway,” Harv said, and he adjusted the voltage control. “We better save it for when they’re out there, so they can enjoy the current while they’re swinging. It can be pretty fucking cold under that downdraft, so it might even warm them up!”
“Shit, man, it’s just as likely to cook them! We’ll have to be careful,” Andy said.
“Roast ’em like a couple of plucked and stuffed turkeys!” Harv said. “We should have got them drunk before we brought them up. Tenderizes their fuckin’ meat!”
“It does, but I think it’s better if their minds are clear,” Greg said. “Makes better fun getting them there, doesn’t it? Jesus, we worked these cunts into a state! Look at the two of naked bitches squirm! They’re getting their money’s worth today!”
The girls realized the guys were just talking tough to scare them. The radio speaker in the passenger cabin crackled as Tom communicated with the two men who had remained on the ground to document the helicopter sport. They were visible but were the size of ants on the ground so far below.
“We’re just about at target elevation,” Tom reported. “How do things look from down there?”
“Great!” came the voice of Jason on the helicopter’s speaker, ”I’ve got the main camera over by the house, with the SloMoCam on the remote. I won’t kick it on until we need it. Mark’s moved down the beach, and has a great angle with the super-long lens.”
“Ya, I’ll get great close-ups from here,” came Mark’s voice.
They could see him set up beside the Jeep, several hundred yards along the beach. During his college days, he had worked summers as an ABC sports cameraman and knew his craft well.
“Hell, I can almost read your lips from here!”
“Good,” replied Tom as he positioned the craft five thousand feet above the pad, “We’re all set up here, too. Roll ’em, It’s show time! We’re sending the girls out!”
The moment had come. Bill and Andy pulled the side doors wide open, and Harv and Greg hoisted the hogtied nude party girls. Tanya and Caitlin were terrified, and both felt they were going to be violently ill as they were lifted and each moved to one of the open side doors. Caitlin was crying and Tanya shook uncontrollably.
This was the last possible moment for the guys to turn back, to say it was all a big joke, but their elaborate preparations were far too sophisticated for a practical joke, and they continued to go ahead. The video cameras onboard and on the ground were rolling as the powerless naked women were placed on the sill of the door.
“Bombs Away!” cried Tom, and each girl felt the sole of a shoe press against her back.
They shivered even more from the rush of air in the powerful downdraft from the big rotors as they stared into the abyss, then suddenly, without warning, they were hurled out into space.
They did it! was Tanya’s only thought as her weightless body fell through space. She was aware of the heavy chain link pressing against her rectum, and realized with alarm that the shaft in her asshole and the chain connecting it to the helicopter was her only link with safety.
If only her limbs were not bound! There was no way she could now use her hands to assist her. Time seemed to be standing still. She wondered how long it would be before the chain snapped taut and she discovered whether she would pop off the dildo and drop to her doom.
Caitlin, her eyes closed, screamed as she rolled into nothingness, and concentrated every fiber of her being into squeezing her swollen sphincter on the thick rod that would serve as her lifeline. It was the only way she could prevent herself from dropping to her death, once she was outside.
This was the moment of truth, and failure to cling to the dildo inside her would mean an incredible free-fall plunge to earth and a horrible death. In her mind’s eye, she could vividly imagine herself slamming into the ground with such force that her body would burst apart with the impact, spraying her blood, brains, and gore all over the landscape.
The girls hit the end of their chains simultaneously, and the rebound of the steel dildos against the inside of their swollen rectums produced the most ungodly agony yet. It felt like they had been struck internally with a baseball bat, but as the initial flash of pain faded, both women realized they had survived.
Dangling naked by a rectal rod attached to a helicopter flown by the men who had put them into this debasing situation was not their idea of a good time, but at least they had gotten past the first painful and humiliating hurdle. The question still to be answered was what was the worst sadistic treatment they should expect from these evil men.
Turning gently in the downdraft of the big rotors thirty feet below the helicopter, Tanya took stock. Although it was a sunny day, at this altitude it was quite cold. She did a quick calculation from what she could remember of conversions, and it hit her with a bang. They were nearly a mile high. She looked at the site of the estate below her, with the beach, the house, and the helipad directly below, and the reality of her fragile hold on life hit her like a sledgehammer.
Goosebumps covered her skin, an ironically primitive survival response considering the sophisticated nature of the danger she and her friend were now in. They were high enough that she thought she could make out the curve of the earth where the ocean met the sky.
‘The fucking ocean!’ she thought, ’That’s where we’re going, into the water, and maybe that is where this torture will end. That’s how they intend to land the helicopter with us dangling below.’ She started to feel a bit better.
‘After they give us a scare,’ she thought, ‘they’re going to dunk us both in the ocean and maybe make us swim to shore, with these heavy chains hanging out of our bum holes. God, I hope they don’t pull us under!’
The coastline seemed tantalizingly close, but as she watched she realized the helicopter was not moving, but was hovering in place. It was hard to tell from this altitude, but it looked as if it was still positioned directly above the helipad. She could make out the tiny figures of the men crouched by their cameras, one near the house and the other along the beach.
Looking up, she was not surprised to see there was a safety-belted videographer leaning out one side of the aircraft and another shooting through the plexiglass floor, to capture their difficulties from above. These guys had figured everything out in advance and were having a ball at their expense.
She realized their prime view was of the chain entering her anus in the spread of her buttocks, and of her naked vulva, which was pointing directly at them. As well as painful and frightening, this whole thing was incredibly humiliating. These guys were not going to provide the girls even the slightest semblance of privacy in their terrible ordeal.
Tanya thought that if she were one of them, she would probably do exactly as they were doing. Knowing what was planned didn’t make being on the receiving end any easier to take. They had two party girls entirely in their control, far from any of the limitations imposed by normal society, and were showing no restraint in their bizarre games with their captives.
Just hanging from the chain hurt, as the entire weight of each girl was now supported primarily by her sphincter, which was not built for this purpose. Still, neither felt in danger of falling, now that they swung securely at the end of their thick chains. The needles that each girl had driven through one of her breasts were also drawing their attention now that things had settled down.
The outrageous treatment they were being forced to endure was slowly shifting their response from terror to anger. These sons-of bitches-had no right treating them like animals, and endangering their lives in such a profane way. This whole thing was outrageous, dangerous, and obscene.
The men were showing no respect for the fairer sex, getting such pleasure from terrifying and now totally humiliating the naked ladies. It was outrageous, and they were helpless to do anything about it, hogtied and swinging upside down under the craft by the invasive butt plugs.
Then it hit. A prickling blast of agony surged through the lovely young woman. This was far more severe an electric shock than they had been given aboard the craft. Tanya and Caitlin howled as the men sent a powerful electric surge down through the chains and the needles in their breasts.
The electrical current coursed through their dangling nude bodies. The hair on their heads stood on end from its very roots with the powerful electric shock. They could hear the crackle of static electricity dancing erratically in their hair as the current continued to flow through the two bound and dangling victims.
Their suffering was so intense that Tanya could not understand why her thigh suddenly felt wet. Then she saw the yellow stream of liquid jetting from between her legs and cascading toward the ground. She saw that Caitlin had also lost control of her bodily functions, and was urinating.
The powerful current had such complete control over their muscles that they were both pissing involuntarily! The girls jerked and jolted helplessly in response to the surging high-voltage current coursing through them, and it appeared they were dancing at the end of their chains.
At long last the electric charge was turned off, and the girls visibly sagged in relief. Having that current running through their bodies was not their idea of a good time. Under the strain of enduring the high voltage shock, they had not noticed they had begun to spin, driven by their jerking on the chains.
Now that the electric surging was over, they continued the slow rotation on the end of their chains, and looking up, both noticed for the first time the large steel clips that anchored their chains to the underside of the helicopter had built-in swivels, to allow the spinning to continue unencumbered.
The plastic-coated wire to the needle in their breasts was slowly being wrapped around the chain, but there was lots of slack to be taken up before it would curtail their spin. Looking up they saw the helicopter rotating, and looking down, the earth below them spun. The effect was not unexpected.
Tanya began to vomit first, her harshly acidic spew driven through her body both by the violent contractions of her stomach and by gravity. Caitlin also felt nauseous and howled in despair as she felt herself losing it. She hated to vomit, and could not stand the taste of bile catching in her nose and stinging her sinuses.
She could not reverse the inevitable. The sight and sound of her friend losing her lunch caused her to begin to wretch as well. Bitter, half-digested chunks of food surged up her gullet and out through her open mouth. As she watched the contents of her stomach stream earthward, she hoped that they might, at least, spatter the men still on the ground.
Her stomach felt like it was tied in a knot, and would not release from the powerful contractions. The heaving continued long after she had spit out the last of its contents. Bile streaked her face, and for a moment the pain in her gut was so overwhelming she wished she would drop to her death to get it over with.
That was when she felt a pull on her chain, and looking up, was relieved to see that the men were hauling them back into the helicopter. They were not going to dunk them in the ocean after all. It was such a relief that she began to piss again, but was able to shut down the flow from her bladder just before she was pulled safely through the helicopter’s open door.
The first thing they heard was the crackle of radio communications on the cabin speaker.
“Okay, guys, you can shut the cameras down, we’ve got them both inside.”
It was Tom’s voice, and he seemed quite pleased with himself.
“Roger,” came Jason’s voice, ”We got some terrific stuff!”
Mark’s voice added, “I got great close-ups with the super long lens. I got great views of their kicking legs, their gaping cunts and their stretched rectums gripping those steel inserts. You held them nice and steady, Tom. Great flying!”
“Thanks,” Tom replied, “Sorry we didn’t get to use the SloMoCam on one of them dropping and hitting the pad. Next time for sure!”
“That’s okay,” Jason said, “Lots of time for that. At least we had it ready in case it was needed. That’s one incredible shot I hate to miss when there’s the chance.”
Gary and Greg untied the girl’s wrists and ankles, and both nude party girls were surprised there was no feeling in either their hands or their feet. They had been so stressed by their bizarre version of a spacewalk with their hogtied flight they had not noticed the circulation had virtually stopped to their extremities.
They lay stunned on the floor of the cargo area of the craft, breathing heavily and sobbing from the trauma of their death-defying experience. Fucking shit, this was so far beyond what either of them ever could have imagined. How could they know these nice men would turn out to be murderous monsters?
“Congratulations, girls,” Bill said to them as he got a shot of the two nudes lying on their backs, their limbs spread.
He zoomed in to get intimate close-ups of the chains emerging from their steel-packed rectums.
“You both survived your little excursion outside the helicopter quite nicely,” he added as if there had been some possible doubt.
His tone indicated that whether or not the girls had fallen to their deaths, the men would have enjoyed and been satisfied with the outcome. It was a chilling thought, and both girls shivered with dread that they had fallen into the hands of such a ruthless group of sadists. They gave him more valuable images to record when they grimaced as the long needles were jerked out of their breasts.
The pain of pins and needles began to grow in their hands and feet, as slowly the circulation returned. Within moments the level of the pain was unbearable, and they rolled into the fetal position, squirming in agony. As that pain at last gradually subsided, they noticed that it was quite warm, and turning their heads saw that the helicopter had descended and they were about to land.
The men had resumed their seats, and did up their seat belts, leaving the nude girls lying like baggage on the floor. Tom skilfully put the craft down with a very subtle bump, shut down the engines, and the men got out. Two of them reached under the big ‘copter and detached the heavy chains from the big swivel hooks on the undercarriage.
“Come on, cunts!” Harv shouted at them, “The free ride’s over, haul you asses out there!”
To help him make his point, Andy and Greg jerked on the chains. Painfully the distressed nudes rolled onto their sides and sat up. This was not nearly over, they realized, thinking they might have to swing outside again.
The men jerked on the chains once more, much harder this time, making the two slide on their asses on the transparent plexiglass floor of the big craft. That jerk of the chain hurt so much that the girls screamed and leaped out of the helicopter. Their torment was not nearly over.
Mark had launched the boat, tied it to a post secured in the sand near the water with a long rope, and brought the jeep up to the helipad.
“Jump in, guys!” he said, as Phil linked the girl’s chains to hooks beside the trailer hitch on the back of the vehicle, “There isn’t room for you girls, so you can run along behind!”
He wasn’t kidding. Somehow all ten men piled into the crowded vehicle, and it pulled away. The girls realized their only choice was to run along behind it, as fast as they could or they would be pulled off their feet and dragged by the chains, still securely anchored to their assholes. He accelerated slowly, until the chains were stretched out taut, and the girls were running full out to keep from stumbling.
He crossed the large lawn, drove on an angle over the rough grasses that separated the manicured lawn from the high tide line, and then down across the broad expanse of sand to the boat. The girls were at full stride when they reached the sand, and both they and the jeep were slowed by the softer going.
The jeep had slowed first, so the chain went slack, then drew tight again so that it nearly jerked them off their feet, but they somehow managed to keep from falling. The chains ran forward from their anuses, so that they slapped painfully against their cunts as they ran, making an hilarious sight.
Mark hit the brakes hard with the girls on the full run, forcing them to run into the back of the jeep, bringing roars of laughter They bounced and fell onto their backs, lying on the warm sand with their legs spread, presenting the red swollen ring of their anuses, gripping the nearest steel link of their chains.
Their sex organs, swollen and open from the slapping action they had just endured and ignored since the strip dances they had done when they had arrived, were now the focus of attention as the men jumped off the jeep and stood over them.
“Any of you guys need to take a piss?” one of them asked.
The men pulled out their penises, and began showering the party girls with ample sprays of warm cascading urine. They directed their piss onto the faces, tits, bellies and vaginas of the prone and spread young ladies, soaking them with the acrid liquid. Strangely, this treatment, although not life-threatening or terrifying, seemed to be the most debasing the girls had faced to this moment.
In just a couple of moments, the spray turned to a trickle, and soon the fat male organs had all been tucked in, and the men stood back.
“We thought a nice warm shower would do you good,” Tom said, “But you two smell like an un-serviced urinal. We can accomplish two things at once, or three if you want another ride and a bit more fun sport!”
Tom climbed into the boat with Gary, Bill, and Harv, then Andy untied the craft and it backed away from the shore. Steve picked up the idea where had left off.
“You need to be cleaned, and we want to see the effect of high-pressure water on your cunts. We also want to see if we can use the boat to jerk those steel dildos out of your assholes!”
Tom turned and backed the speedboat toward the beach, presenting the stern. Steve and Phil dragged the girls across the sand by their legs, moving them down to the water while Andy and Greg took their chains and waded out to the boat, where they attached them to big hooks on the stern.
Mark and Jason got their cameras set up to document the sport from shore, while Gary and Bill readied video cameras stored on the boat to capture the fun from onboard. This was going to be fun, and they wanted to capture all of the humiliating sport for later enjoyment by the group.
“You girls ever water-skied?” Steve asked.
“Yes,” they both answered, “But this isn’t going to be like water-skiing, you pricks!” Caitlin added.
“It will be more like bareback surfing,” Phil suggested, “The chains will be your lines; all you have to do is keep your legs up and your head back. The boat will take care of the rest!”
“Keep your cunts closed as tight as you can,” Steve said, ”The force of the water when you get up to speed should fill your pussies like no man can. We thought it would be interesting to see if the force of a water douche at fifty miles an hour would fill your bellies enough to make you look pregnant!”
“Jesus fucking Christ,” Tanya said, “Water skiers only go twenty to twenty-five miles an hour! Fifty is impossible!”
“You’re starting to catch on!” Phil said as the boat started to ease forward, “This bay is nice and calm today, and Tom should have no trouble getting you up to fifty.”
Steve added, “This’ll be interesting, because of the danger. We’re looking forward to this. There’s a chance the force of the water when the boat hits speed might fill your cunts to the point it could split you both wide open! The good news is, the dildos will prevent the water from entering your rectums!”
Suddenly the girls were shaking again. This was starting to look very scary, and as the boat eased forward, the chains were nearly tight. With a jerk, the heavy chains were pulled taut, and the girls slid on their buttocks on the sand into the water. As city girls, they had never water skied before, but this was quite different.
Suddenly the boat’s engines roared, the bow rose and the stern dropped in a turbulent swirl of water. The high-powered craft lunged forward out of the vortex it had temporarily created, dragging the girls with it, linked by the thirty-foot chains from their dildo-stuffed assholes to its transom.
The effect was startling. The two naked women skidded on their backs across the water, skimming and bouncing along the surface as the speeding boat roared across the water. With water skis, this would be fun. Being painfully dragged at double speed by their rectums was terrifying.
Both girls were screaming hysterically as they flew and bounced hard across the water, banging their backs and heads hard against the salt water with such force that they bounced, flopping sideways as if they were being violently dragged across concrete. This sport was fun only for men.
The only time Tanya had ever experienced water as being so hard and unyielding was when, as a child, she had got close to a fireman at a house fire, and poked her finger against the stream of water jetting from the nozzle of his hose. She had been startled at how hard the water felt, going that fast, and how much it hurt her. This was the same, and it hurt her back and shoulders just as much.
The girls were so distressed that they began to piss again, but this time instead of falling away from them it flew up and splashed on their tits and screaming faces. It had been degrading enough to be pissed on by all these men, but to be terrified so much that they pissed on themselves was almost more than they could bear. The force of the water quickly washed them clean.
The boat swept in a long arc, then the radius tightened, and the girls slid over the wake by the centrifugal force generated by the tight high-speed turn. The girls squealed in shrill piercing screams as they accelerated and skidded entirely out of control. Tom straightened out the boat, and it leaped forward on its new course.
The girls slid back into the central wake and lifted their heads to see what would happen next. What they saw frightened them even more. Tom was steering directly toward the large wake the boat had made on the first leg of the trip. He was going to cross it at a right angle!
The boat would spring up in the air as it hit the steep slope of the wake, but to the girls skimming low along the surface, it would be like hitting a solid wall of water at high speed. With the speed at which the boat was traveling, there was little time for them to think or react.
Suddenly the boat hit the wake and bounced hard. At the high speed they were moving it took only a couple of seconds for the girls to hit it, but unlike the boat, their asses did not present a bow, but a funnel. As they had thought, it was indeed like hitting a wall. They were instantly jerked violently under the water, the steel plugs ripped out of their rectums, and the force of water overfilled both their cunts and their open and now unplugged assholes.
The pain was incredible. Their legs spread impossibly wide, and their cunts and rectums did the same under the blasting force of the water. Their bellies swelled, and they slowed abruptly, keeping them from plunging too deep into the dense salt water. They had pulled an enormous amount of air with them, and the bubbles rose around them as they slowly drifted toward the surface.
Both girls had swallowed a couple of quarts of water at the instant they had hit the wake, and they had also got water into their lungs. By the time they surfaced, the boat was back and had come to a stop between them. They were so close together that the men on the boat could reach them both at the same time, and quickly they grabbed and hauled the waterlogged girls on board.
The two nude party girls sprawled on the floor of the boat and lay there in utter exhaustion. They were far too overwhelmed and devastated by the trauma they had just experienced to have any semblance of humility before their tormentors. They lay with their limbs spread, displaying their most intimate charms to their captors.
Both of the nearly drowned girls were sputtering and coughing to clear their lungs, and water spurted in jetting streams from both their rectums and their cunts. As predicted, they had been filled to overflowing. Their bellies had bulged, but with the ejection of the water, they quickly resumed their shapes.
They were shaking uncontrollably with the horror and violence of the treatment they were forced to endure. These sadistic men were merciless and there was little reason to believe that the terrifying experiences were over. As far as they knew, the men might just be getting started with them.
They felt the surge of power as the boat accelerated again, and within minutes they were back to the shore. As soon as the boat’s hull slid into the beach the nude girls were hauled over the side and thrown like sides of beef onto the hot sand. They lay where they landed, stunned and traumatized.
The men maintained complete control over them. Caitlin gave little resistance when Phil brought a black bag from the Jeep, brought out a long slender grasping tool from it, and moved the long tongs between her legs. He took three tubes from the bag.
They were half an inch thick by two inches long, with rounded ends. He grasped one of them in the tool, and inserted it deep into her vagina. She squirmed and moaned as he worked it around inside her, pressing it against the bulging dimpled pad of her uterus persistently until at last he worked the small device’s rounded end into her cervix.
He withdrew the tool, grasped a second tube, which resembled a large bullet, and performed a second implantation, this one into the deepest recesses of Tanya’s cunt, with little more resistance than Caitlin had shown. The two girlfriends were fully traumatized by the unbelievable events of the day and were at the moment incapable of significant resistance.
It was what the men had expected. They knew the pretty bitches would rebound, but were quite content to have them submissive right now. It meant they required no restraint. In just a few moments, a new fear would grip the girls, and provide all the restraint necessary. Their voluntary self-discipline would be self-imposed, based entirely on terror.
Jason removed a large watermelon from beneath the rear bench seat of the Jeep, and cut a plug from the side of the big fruit. Phil placed the third round-nosed tube in the tongs and inserted it into the watermelon as he had placed the other two deep in the cunts of the girls.
When the tube was firmly seated Jason replaced the plug and carried the watermelon a hundred yards down the beach. Phil took what looked like a cellular telephone out of the black bag and with a slow and dramatic style, dialed a number. At the instant he pressed the last digit, the watermelon violently exploded, spreading bits of its watery flesh in so wide an arc that it nearly reached the group of observers.
The girls suddenly sat bolt upright, realizing the significance of what they had just witnessed, and they screamed in terror. They had permitted these evil and heartless men to plant powerful little remote-controlled bombs deep in their wombs. At the whim of these merciless sadists, they could be blown to pieces.
They realized with horror they would explode as that watermelon had, blown apart cunt first, not that the order would matter. They were doomed, unless somehow, they could find a weak point in the system the men had put together; perhaps find one of the men who was capable of showing mercy who could help them.
Unless they could find a way to escape, against the incredible odds the men had put in place, they were certain they would be dead before sunset. Phil was not finished with his black bag. He took out a pair of long needle-nose tongs and grasped in it a bright metal pellet the size of a vitamin capsule.
Lifting Caitlin’s breast that had been pierced with the needle earlier, he brought a shrill scream from her as he inserted the metal capsule deep into the pierced wound while Andy held her. A similar capsule was thrust into the wound in Tanya’s breast, producing another harsh piercing scream.
The girls knew by now the men liked to hear them expressing their terror with their voices, demonstrating they were experiencing the horror and pain through their shrill terrified screams, but they could not help themselves, vocal the response was involuntary, completely out of their control.
“Phil is a communications specialist,” Tom said, “He has just fitted you both with microphones and transmitters that will allow us to monitor everything you say from as far as two miles away. They are the latest in high-tech. implants, and will put you both on a strong but invisible leash.”
“Why are you doing this?” Caitlin sobbed, “What have we ever done to you?”
The question was rhetorical, but she was not in a completely rational state of mind.
“We have a little project for you,” Tom replied, “We will take you back to the city, follow you at a discrete distance, and have you do some ‘recruitment’ for us.”
“Recruitment?” Tanya asked. Then it hit her. “No! Never!”
“No bloody way!” cried Caitlin, “We’re not going to help you treat other women like this!”
Tom smiled.
“Want to make a call, Phil?”
The men all quickly started to back away, Phil raised the cellular phone set, and the girls both screamed. It was clear these guys were crazy and were willing to kill them.
“I think you get my point, ladies!” Tom said, “You will cooperate fully, but as you can see, this is not entirely a matter of choice. Can you imagine what will happen to your bellies if we set off those charges inside you? Just visualize what happened to that big fat watermelon happening to you!”
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“You monster!” Tanya sobbed in shock, “Who gave you the right to do this to us?”
“Oh, nobody gave us the right, my dear,” he said, “We took the right. But remember, it was you who put the steel shaft into your anus, and you lay still while Phil implanted the charge and his special little ‘bug’ inside you.”
Her face went blank as she realized she had put up no resistance.
“Steve?” Tom said, looking toward the black bag.
Steve grinned, and reaching into the bag, produced a second cellular phone. “Phil and Steve will go back to the city with us, and will be monitoring your progress. The numbers for the little packages you carry in your wombs are both stored in the memory of these phones, on speed dial, so there is a single button that will recall and automatically dial your number.
“All you have to do is get off track, or say the wrong thing, and we will hear everything, and with no more than a two or three-second delay, there will be a bang like the one that disintegrated the watermelon, and everything inside you will suddenly be very messy. Don’t even think of crossing us!”
Caitlin lowered her eyes.
“What do we have to do?” she said in a low submissive voice.
They had her, were in complete control, and she had no choice but to fully cooperate. This was so far from her natural character, and she hated but could do nothing about this terrifying situation.
“It will be quite simple,” Tom said, “We have identified one of the more exclusive sorority houses at the university. Its newest members, girls who are fresh out of high school, are quite interesting to us. We thought it might be interesting to play our games with some younger cunts.”
“You’re after college girls?” Tanya asked, “Jesus, I didn’t notice you were that interested in brains! I don’t carry my brains up my bum!”
“This particular sorority has a policy that caught our attention. Only the daughters of millionaires are admitted, and the girls have developed a tradition of accepting only strikingly beautiful female freshmen. They have just pledged the most delightfully vain group of new members. We had a representative cater their pledge party, and they have the kind of fresh pussy we are after.”
“So we’re supposed to present ourselves as genius daughters of millionaires,” Caitlin asked, “After they have finished pledging for the year?”
“Your job is to present yourselves as casting agents,” Tom instructed them, “You’ll lead them to believe you’re looking for special extras for a special movie. High-paying jobs. There is no need for you to lie, of course, as you know that we are indeed making a film. We will only need the girls for one day, and your assistance would be invaluable to us. Each one who takes part will get a brand-new car for her troubles. We know you won’t disappoint us.”
“What makes you think we can even get them to come up here?” Tanya asked. “Knowing how cruel you guys are, we’re not likely to get them enthused about swinging by their assholes!”
“I think the little persuaders in your wombs will be all the motivation you need!” Tom said, “Your only other option is to redecorate their sorority house with your gore!
Tom had them by the gonads, literally. Neither could have guessed a man could use her ovaries to coerce a woman this completely. The girls were now truly terrified as their misadventure entered a frightening new phase. They were now expected to be accomplices of the men who were their captors and masters. At every turn, they were getting in deeper. With every demand, this was becoming more of a bizarre nightmare. Where would it all end?
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The seductive young waitress brought the cordless telephone to Tom’s table, holding him in her steady confident gaze she crossed the spacious room from behind the counter. Tom had not been in the coffee shop at the Executive Flight Center for a few months, and she was new. None of them lasted too long.
There were too many pregnancies or extravagant affairs with wealthy industrialists, and the girls always lost out on their brief flings. The Flight Center was located across the field from the main air terminal, near the industrial hangers, and was often as quiet as it was now, allowing minds and hands to wander, leading to exciting but disillusioning affairs for the young women hired to work here.
Large companies used the Executive Flight Center for their flight offices and as a departure point for passengers using their corporate jets. Tom had been waiting in the coffee shop for nearly three hours, and the provocative young waitress was sure it was to see when she went off shift.
She rounded the table, so that she would have to lean over to hand the phone to him, giving him a clear view of her ample cleavage, revealed at its best angle through her open blouse. Since he had come in, the waitress had unfastened two more buttons on the uniform top, leaving only one button fastened above the belt.
The excessive opening in the blouse revealed she wore a little red lace open-top bra that lifted and pressed together her exceptional and well-tanned tits, without covering her erect and pierced nipples. She was a feast to the eyes, and Tom appreciated having such a lovely piece to keep his attention during the long wait.
The pretty nineteen-year-old had chatted with Tom every time she got a chance, filling time and hoping to make a good impression. She told him she had been working in the executive coffee shop for nearly a month, and bragged she had been a willing cock-holster, her term, for most of the good-looking pilots and businessmen who were regulars.
They had connections, and making connections was the only reason she had taken this crummy job. Tom knew the rest of her story, the untold part, because it was so common. She hoped to snag a wealthy husband, and she was too young and naive to know how obvious her attempts at attracting men were.
Half a dozen times since he arrived, she gave Tom a fleeting glimpse of a nipple and made certain to strut her best in her micro-mini skirt when she was at an angle that gave him a full view of her striking figure, with its best points accentuated in the abbreviated waitress costume and the four-inch stiletto heels.
These were not everyday waitress shoes, but of course, this was no everyday waitress. She wore no stockings, nor did she need to with her youthful long legs and carefully developed deep tan. She also took the opportunity to bend over to adjust one of her shoes in a way that showed him she also wore no panties to cover her cleanly shaved pubic mound. Her open cunt revealed spread pink lips, and he surmised she used rubber cement to hold the lips so perfectly spread.
She was a cute kid; tall, wearing a ponytail and with a punk ring through one nostril. What she also showed him with the pussy glimpse was that she wore a gold ring through one of her flared pussy lips. This was a ripe young cunt, ready for the picking, and he planned as he watched her.
Tom decided that if she was here for a few more weeks, he would give the girl a thrill one day, by getting her into one of the bitch-whacking parties he and his friends organized each month. She had the necessary physical credentials to make an interesting subject for their violent games.
The call on the cordless phone was from Greg. Tanya and Caitlin had performed admirably, posing as casting directors for a film company, and a pair of limos were now on the way, bringing the six newly acquired young lovelies and the two sexy party girls to the airport. It was time to ready the helicopter for the flight to their party retreat far up the coast.
As Tom got up, the only other customer left the coffee shop. Tom had been thinking about this striking waitress and had developed an interesting idea to use her earlier than he had at first considered doing. On impulse, when he went to the counter to pay for his sandwich and coffee, Tom asked the girl her name.
“Jacqueline,” the girl smiled.
“That’s a pretty name,” he said, “Look, it’s pretty quiet this time of the afternoon, why don’t you skip out and come for a helicopter ride? The cook has nothing else to do, and he can cover for you.”
She looked back toward the kitchen. The cook was in the back room with a beer, his penis out and jacking off while he read a dirty novel.
“Sure,” she said, “Why not? By the way, I like to be called jaqi. All my friends call me that. It spelled kinda funny, J-a-q-i, without a “u” and a little j. I think its sexier without a ‘u’.”
“I promise I won’t pronounce the ‘u’,” Tom promised, “It is cute and quite sexy. We don’t want to get you in trouble, jaqi, but it shouldn’t hurt to just step out for a little joyride. My partner is arriving with some young women who we’re taking up, and you’re welcome to join us. See that big white helicopter on the Tarmac? That’s mine. I think you’ll enjoy the ride, and the view of the airport.”
“Oh, that’s okay,” she replied, “It’s nearly quitting time anyway, and the cook can close up. Don’t worry about your tab, it’s on the house. This crummy job is so boring, if you asked me to stay with you, I’d never come back to it. Like, they treat me like shit, just because I’m the newest girl here. I have to work extra shifts when the other girl is too lazy to come in, and sometimes the boss makes me do it with him and the cook in the back room, both guys stuffing me at once, it’s gross. He owns this whole building, and drives a Rolls, so don’t worry about paying, that way I get to screw him, too.”
That was a stroke of luck. He had not brought cash, and with no credit card slip, there was no record he had ever been here. Tom was glad he had parked the helicopter so close to the building. This was the lull before the arrival of day flights. It would get quite busy in the next couple of hours.
Tom looked around carefully. When he was certain nobody was watching, he hustled the young waitress over to the helicopter for her free ride and got her to sit up in the co-pilot seat. That was where Phil was going to ride, but Tom knew that under these new circumstances, he would understand.
Tom knew Jerry, the owner of the Executive Flight Center, and was sure he’d be amused if he knew what was in store for this audacious young lady. Jerry had been along for one of their early snuff parties when they only took up one girl for their hell-night and made her last nearly the whole weekend.
That bitch, a young lawyer with a voluptuous body who had won a case against Greg, had given them a great time as she swung naked beneath the helicopter by her butt plug, and although they had not at that time acquired the equipment to make professional looking videos, they had got some good home video of her.
The best way of course, her sliding off the butt plug, and plunging a full five thousand feet, to splatter her gorgeous form onto the concrete helipad, her head detaching and flying high into the air, and lots of great stills of her total discombobulation hitting the pad, for their albums.
Since then, they have used their wealth and power as captains of defense supplying industries to obtain the best in professional equipment, and to manufacture special expensive toys for their exploits in private filmmaking. Their professional crews shared their passion for the demolition of cunts, a requirement to serve in that capacity.
They now produced technically superior product, with content nobody in the extreme violent porno business could match. For these men, filmmaking was just a hobby, but they were the kind of men who had to excel at whatever they set out to do, even just a hobby like snuffing beautiful young women on the weekend for sport and entertainment.
Their thrills came from converting gorgeous young ladies with remarkable bodies to raw flesh, blood, and gore. It was all about documenting the horrors their lovely subjects experienced, and the radical disassembly of their perfectly developed forms. They just thought of it as sophisticated cunt killing, applying their genius to make their videos in demand in a market they were actively building with their violent bitch butchering sports.
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The craft was warmed up by the time the two limos, owned by Steve’s company, pulled up. Phil got the gaggle of giggling girls loaded into the six passenger seats quickly, with their overnight bags stowed at the back of the cargo area. He grinned as he told Tom the two recruiters had lured the young ladies by telling them they could take part in a kinky porno film, with no sex required of them, just a bit of naked kink.
Tom was pleased to see the two women had got their new recruits to wear short skirts or dresses and high heels. The two party girls with the remote control bombs in their wombs were working him, anticipating that if they pleased him he would take the bombs out of their wombs. It was for them one of the few decisions left to them, as the power lay entirely in the hands of the men.
Phil jumped up into the cargo area and sat on a life preserver, while Caitlin and Tanya sat on the carpet laid over the plexiglass floor. In less than three minutes the big helicopter was in the air, and the six new recruits were off on an adventure they would never have to write home about.
These girls had been at college for less than a month, were away from home for the first time, and were feeling empowered in a way they never had before. It was exciting for them to think that only away from home for four weeks, longer than any of them had been on their own before, they were about to do something quite naughty.
They were now, for the first time in their lives, completely out of their parents’ control, and of course, were doing something their parents would never know about. They were upper-middle-class girls, all white, and had never worked before. Everything was so new to them during their first period away from home that they were highly impressionable.
The two women who had recruited them had not told them much about the movie they would be in, except that there was a lot of money in it, that it would be seen only in Finland and Albania, and that although there would be some nudity, there would be no real sex involved, nothing really dirty.
As a clincher, they were told that to avoid tax, they had the option of receiving a new car instead of money. The two women had explained they were already in the film, and it was exciting. The recruiters who had come to campus to hire them had said flashing their tits and butts for movie fans in obscure countries was a small price to pay for a new car.
During the flight jaqi, who had expected a short joy ride, got more than a bit nervous when the craft continued past the edge of the city out into the country and moved on up the coast. Seeing her discomfort, Tom promised her an exciting adventure, and the chance to get in on a movie. She proved to be the flake he expected because that offer was more than enough to convince her, but he kept laying it on thick.
“If you meant what you said about hating that boring waitress job at the flight center, I could sure use a capable assistant to work with me.”
They had headsets and mikes, and their conversation was private, drowned out to the young women behind them by the roar of the engines.
To protect their ears during the flight, they were all issued with foam earplugs. Twisted to compress them and then inserted in the ear, they expanded to block the ear channel, effectively reducing the sound level. The roar of the engines was reduced to a purr, and voices from the people in front of them and facing away simply disappeared.
“What are we doing, where are we going?” jaqi asked, turning in her seat.
Her long bare legs in those heels were more than a small distraction for the pilot. Tom could already picture them thrashing as she dangled beneath the big craft, taking part in the deadly sport these men had developed.
He was particularly pleased with his selection of this beautiful young cunt. She was not only interested but was ready to take the bait. This was better than anything she had ever dreamed of, and she was not going to let anything get in the way of such an opportunity.
“Well, you would be helping me out,” Tom explained, “I need a woman who knows how to deal with other women when they get difficult. You know how girls can be when they get their backs up. Now and then, we have that kind of problem, and it would be useful to have someone who could bring the women under control.
“It doesn’t take any supervisory experience, just somebody who has the resolve to get her way. Of course, you would have all the authority you would need, you’ll get to carry a buggy whip to assert your authority over them, and I would back you up one hundred percent.”
“Great!” jaqi said, “I’m pretty good at getting my way with people when I set my mind to it. What kinds of things would I do?”
“We’re going to be making a movie with these girls, sort of a, well, you know. Closed set, and all of that.”
“Geez, do you guys make porno films? I mean, the real thing?”
She looked to be more in awe than shock, which was what Tom expected. Any girl who would not only pierce her nipples and vagina, but also flash her intimate jewellery to strange men, was sending the message that sex was front and center for her.
The idea of using a whip on them didn’t phase her at all, and he noticed her perk up when he mentioned that. He had been reading cunts for years, and seldom made a mistake.
“That’s exactly it.” She was as stupid as he had thought, “How do you think we can afford this kind of helicopter, and those big limos?” He was telling her what she needed to hear. “The thing is, and this is where we can use a woman’s touch, we want these girls to do some things that we expect they might not want to do. They might be a little humiliated, but that kind of thing never hurt a girl, did it?” jaqi grinned.
“Of course, a little hurting, emotional or physical, sometimes is exactly what a woman needs to whip her into shape,” Tom added, purposefully using the word whip, “Isn’t it funny how that works? Anyway, we need someone with an adult attitude, who can lead by example, show them that it’s not too bad, and show them how to make it fun.
“No sex or anything like that, just some of the costumes that are quite risqué, or might perhaps be a bit uncomfortable, but which are necessary for the movie. Also, some of the stunts appear to be a bit risky, and they may not be anxious to do some of them, so that’s where you with your whip could help.”
“You want me to reassure them and be persuasive and stuff to get them bare naked, and also, once they’re all naked, to use a whip on them if I think it’s necessary, right?”
“You’ve got it. Now we’ll pay you well, and give you lots of responsibility and authority. And we’ll give you a nice little persuader, for enforcement if they get difficult, to help you make your word stick. I think you’ll be good with it. There’s one under the seat.”
jaqi, clearly excited by what Tom was telling her, reached under the seat and pulled out a beautifully crafted fine leather buggy whip. The hard dried leather of the handle was wound and woven in a tight pattern that made it flex easily. She was impressed. They would let her use it on these girls, all of them older than her, and all of them beautiful. She could hurt them with this thing. That was a lot of trust.
“When you say jump, their only question will be ‘how high?’ or else you put this little beauty to work on them.”
“You’ll let me hit them with this whip?” she asked, sounding as eager as he knew she would. “I mean, a whip-like this looks like it could raise a nasty welt. Can I whack them?”
The excited young waitress was almost drooling with anticipation of her new role.
“Absolutely,” he said, “As my personal assistant, I would expect you to. That’s how all porno films are made these days. With convincing enforcement. Some girls need to be hit hard, or you can’t get them to do a thing. You know how hard it is to motivate some people. You might even have to whack their tits and cunts. That’s where it will hurt them most, and therefore be most persuasive.”
He had her attention. The cunt hurts more than anywhere else, I’ve been told, particularly if you’re able to get the tip to snap against their tender pussy meat. You must know all about that.
“You betcha!” jaqi exclaimed.
The teen was becoming sexually aroused.
“You don’t want to wait until they disobey,” he continued, “Because they’re always much easier to handle when you’ve established your authority over them. We can’t afford to fly these girls up here and then not be able to get them to do what the script requires.”
Tom looked her straight in the eye.
“Your job will be to make them eager to please. There’s no sense in striking them when they are cooperative, but when the time comes, you’ll have to hit them hard, and make them hurt where it matters. Can you handle an important assignment like that?”
“You bet I can,” jaqi said with more than a little enthusiasm.
She had been emotionally and sexually abused as a child, something Tom had spotted in her need to get the attention of older males, and by the lengths she went to at the coffee shop to get it. He could always spot a needy cunt, and knew what caused it.
He was giving her power, putting her in the role men had taken over her. Now she would be the one to give orders to women, coercing these beautiful college girls, and she would make her orders stick. Her new boss had so generously given her the authority to do it.
She looked at Tom with unveiled admiration.
“This is some kind of operation. You had me in mind all the time, didn’t you,” she said as a statement of fact. “You came into the cafe trying to figure out how to get me to come with you, probably thinking you could get me to come anyway. That was pretty sneaky!”
She licked her lips sensuously as if to tell him he had chosen wisely, with a juvenile unspoken promise of sexual rewards. This little cunt was as stupid as he could hope for. Tom knew he had made the perfect selection.
“It always pays to take extra time and thought when hiring a new personal assistant,” he said.
The big white helicopter settled gently on the helipad, under expert control of Tom. This time the other men were waiting, and helped the excited girls off the craft. The six college girls were chattering excitedly as they got off the helicopter. The wind from the blades made the skirts of those four who wore them fly high, revealing their minuscule panties.
The large video cameras had been set up on their tripods near the pad to be on prominent display, adding credibility to the purpose of the trip. Two of the men, Harv and Bill, were wearing conspicuous side arms, but the girls assumed these were simply props being worn by actors.
Phil and Greg watched the other men take the new stock of girls to the party room, then took Tanya and Caitlin in through another entrance, and into a bedroom equipped with two king-sized beds. The girls were told to strip, and when they were naked, each was told to lie face up on a bed, for bomb removal, and their limbs were spread and tied to the corner posts of the huge beds.
Even stretched out like bound pigs, these two party cunts looked gorgeous. Tom had a knack for picking real winners, as he had certainly done that in selecting these two. The careful placement of internal bombs was the perfect way to allow women to return and go free in the city, and it always worked perfectly.
It was a beautiful control system and had worked flawlessly for the five years these men had used it. In nearly one hundred times they had inserted the explosive devices in young women, they had only had to explode them inside young women seven times; four in the city and three at this remote estate.
Another had gone off in the city as the woman wearing it walked across a busy downtown street when someone in a nearby car had dialed a wrong number. That, of course, had been a freak accident. The girl was doing what they wished, but even when you live on the edge, accidents do happen.
It was a small risk and one the men were ready to take. That had been in the days when they had used a larger explosive charge. That one had blown the bitch in two at the waist, and had unfortunately also killed two men and injured three others who were ogling the luscious female in the skimpy dress and spike heels as she walked near them.
They had learned their lesson, and now used a smaller charge to control their women, one that ripped the cunt apart inside, but seldom burst through her abdominal, side or back muscles. The last several they had been forced to explode had made the woman being executed briefly swell as if she were pregnant.
Although her organs and intestines were virtually liquified, the integrity of her torso was maintained. They didn’t allow the women to wear panties when they returned to the city, so that if it was necessary to execute them, the observers could at least enjoy the rapid downward spray of pureed viscera being ejected through their cunts and rectums.
The internal bomb jammed into her cervix provided a way to execute a woman that was not only a clean when done from a discrete distance but one that was virtually untraceable. Millions of the devices were sold to the military and hard rock mining companies for engineering purposes.
The manufacturer of these was a member of their group, and he obtained them directly off the factory floor, claiming they were to be used as ‘samples’. Not a bad choice of words, as they would be indeed used to sample places to hide them, and to trigger them to demonstrate their destructive power.
As antipersonnel devices, their use by their manufacturer for this purpose was quite well understood. The diabolical device was, by design, so thoroughly self-destructive when exploded there was no way to ascertain the method of detonation, let alone what radio frequency was used. It also played on basic fear, and the victim’s unfailing instinct for survival, ensuring a high level of success.
When a girl lived up to her promise not to vary from her detailed instructions once she was set free in the city, the men were good to their word. Only open defiance or any attempt to communicate her desperate plight would cause the nasty internal device to explode, blowing the victim’s internal gonads apart, and less than ten percent of the girls met that fate.
Like now, the bomb was also used to coerce the cunts to obey all orders, no matter how repulsive those orders were to them, once they were safely back at the remote ocean-side estate. Those girls who had been executed with the tiny radio-controlled bombs after returning to the estate had in every case been betrayed by another captive girl, one who rebelled even though she knew it would mean the life of her friend.
The girls who turned out to be betrayers always proved the men’s premise that even for women who are very close friends, self-preservation is always a far more powerful driving force than friendship or personal loyalty. The men had found cunts to be amazingly consistent on this point.
None of the girls they had brought to their retreat over the past decade had yet sacrificed her life for a friend. Friendship held good only to a point, and then they expected any bitch would willing kill her best friend to save her beautiful butt. They planned to test that hypothesis once more with Tanya and Caitlin.
Of course, these bitches would perform properly only if they had no idea what to expect. The cunts knew Phil would not hesitate to dial their numbers, and they had not attempted to escape or notify anyone of their desperate predicament. Their will to live was far too strong for either of them to do that.
They knew he was aware of their every move, and had no idea how he was monitoring them other than with the breast-implanted microphone/transmitters, but they suspected he was able to watch them as well as listen. These men had too many high-tech toys at their disposal to miss the opportunity to see as well as hear their victims’ every move. It was just that the girls could not guess how it was being done.
The men could not see them, but having the girls suspecting they could serve the purpose. The two party girls with the bombs in their wombs had also both performed coolly and flawlessly in recruiting the college girls. The men listening to their surveillance monitors were impressed with their persuasiveness.
They made it sound like the escapade would be fun and assured the girls the film crew were all men to be desired. However, now that they were back for their highly destructive games at the estate, and with one depending entirely on the cooperation of the other for her life, it might be another matter. The men planned to find out how loyal these two were to each other.
“You ladies kept your part of the bargain, so we’ll keep ours,” said Greg. Phil used needle-nosed pliers to retrieve the bugs planted in their left breast, and short-handled tongs to grasp and pull free the tubular bombs planted in the depth of their wombs. They both wore bandages on their breast wounds.
Greg delighted in ripping them off to give access to the holes in their breasts the thick needles had made. The luscious captive party girls screamed beautifully as the long nose pliers were worked up through the boreholes in their breasts, then spread to grasp the expensive capsule-shaped bugs deep inside their tits.
These cunts, like all who were invited to the estate, were scheduled to leave captivity only as dead meat, and they did not want to waste these valuable bugs. Greg slid three volumes of a big encyclopedia under the ass of each girl to elevate them for the next retrieval of valuable equipment.
“Let’s hope nobody within range dials a wrong number until I get these little bombs out of you and disarm them,” Phil said as he took a pair of tongs, much shorter than the ones used for the insertion, and thrust the business end of the tool into Caitlin’s perfectly presented cunt.
He moved the tool around in an orbit, painfully enlarging the gripping mouth of her vaginal shaft, then began to work his fingers. At last, he had thrust his entire hand with the tool up into her womb. She had never endured a fist fuck before, but now was taking one with a tool included.
Her sex organ was being stuffed well beyond its capacity, with movement a further factor. Caitlin had no idea anything could hurt so much. Her vagina was, in her mind, supposed to be a place of pleasure, not pain. For some reason, none of the men they picked up in bars ever attempted to fist fuck either of them.
The men holding her captive let her scream, as the soundproofing of the entire building was thorough, and there was no chance she could cause any alarm for the recruits. Phil moved the tongs around inside her, poking and probing for the feel of metal, until at last he made contact with the end of the cylinder jammed deep into her stretched cervix.
He made a production of grasping it and ensuring he had a firm hold, then he did the unthinkable: he thrust inward instead of pulling it out, and drove the lethally explosive device well up into her uterus. He had just converted her gonads from a reproductive organ to an internal bomb.
No pain could be adequately compared to that which Caitlin now experienced. Phil’s arm was jammed into her halfway to the elbow, her cervix was stretched more than three inches wide by the handles of the tongs, and the device the tongs gripped was jammed right up into the narrow end of her uterus, next to the entrance to the fallopian tubes that connected her ovaries. This was worse than she imagined an abortion would be, and much more painful.
He jerked the tongs out of her, causing a loud ‘plop’ followed by a smacking sound as her cunt closed behind the retracted fist.
“Sorry, dear, I seem to have lost it,” he said, with no pretense of remorse, “It will take major surgery now to get it out of you. We’d have to cut your belly open and take out all your female plumbing, a total hysterectomy, just to get the bomb out of you.”
“Oh God, try again!” Caitlin screamed, “Use the tweezers and get it out of me! For God’s sake, get the fucking thing out!” Her screams turned from terror to horror. She was sure she was going to be hit by the internal bomb being triggered, and when it blew, would imminently gush gore out through her cunt and asshole. I’m no doctor, but I’ll be pleased to go in after it if you want. The tweezers are out of the question now, though, I’ll have to use my knife. Of course, then you would be incapable of having children, and I don’t know how to make invisible stitches, although we do have a big curved canvas needle and some strong cord in the sail repair kit.”
Caitlin was still producing shrill staccato screams, although the pain inside her was subsiding. Somehow Phil had managed to upset her. He was either having no luck in retrieving the highly specialized little bomb or more likely was having his way with her, torturing her gonads just for the fun of it.
“I guess it would be better for all of us to just take our chances and leave it in there. Who knows, maybe nobody will ever dial that number again! The bomb belongs to me, and I’m quite happy to give it up if that makes you feel better.”
He let her scream and moved the tool over between the spread legs of the other bound party girl.
Greg hoisted Tanya’s hips and thrust a fourth volume of the large encyclopedia books under her buttocks, stretching her to the limit, and making an ideal presentation of her genitalia. Phil slid the long-handled tongs between the furled lips of her cunt, and began to work the small instrument into her.
She clenched her jaw, determined not to lose control as Caitlin had done, as she saw the pleasure Caitlin’s demonstration of distress gave to these evil men. There was no way she was going to show them how degrading and painful this was, just to provide them with pleasure, no matter how much it hurt.
She knew the men took pleasure in seeing women experiencing humiliation and pain, and there was no way she was going to give them the satisfaction of seeing her suffer. She could tell from Caitlin’s reaction how much this was going to hurt, but she would clamp her teeth and resist showing the slightest discomfort or signs she felt she was being degraded by the effrontery to her inner sex organ.
Surprisingly, the probing and deep entry of his fist did not hurt her womb as much as she imagined it would from watching Caitlin’s performance. She was stretched to the limit, but she found a little extra to thrust her hips, taking the fist into her with less resistance than she knew Caitlin had used, and it made a big difference.
She raised her hips to elevate her buttocks and spread her knees as wide as she could to make room for the unwelcome invasion of her most private part. It was necessary to lift onto her tiptoes to achieve this. She kept her eyes squeezed closed as if that would help her block out the disgusting intrusion into her body.
The tool scraped against the metal cylinder inside her almost immediately, and then Phil grasped it. When he had securely gripped the metal object, he began pumping his fist into her, moving it deeper and fucking her cervix with the little bomb. She prayed the small bomb was not capable of exploding from being gripped with the tongs.
Since Phil had designed it, she was certain he was aware he was not about to lose an arm, so the game was not as dangerous as he was making out. Abruptly he jerked the tongs out of her and with it the small internal bomb.
“One out of two ain’t bad,” he said as he held it before her eyes.
“This has been a stressful time for you ladies, and you haven’t even been our guests for twelve hours. However, it’s probably been thirty-six hours since you slept, so we’ll give you a chance to get some shuteye. We should be back in about an hour, so relax and enjoy your visit!”
The bound girls lay sobbing in silence. Their incredible nightmare was still in progress. They had not even come close to ending it with their trip to the city, and now they wondered if they would ever be free again. The whole living nightmare was raging on totally out of control, with no end in sight.
THE END OF CHAPTER TWO