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 5
Published: 12.05.2024
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 5
With the seated Fern secured as an anchor, the nude women were completely at the mercy of their captors, and they were certain the men’s intention for them was not good. To complete the complex assembly of stunning cunts, Tanya and Caitlin’s long ass chains were attached to Fern’s side collar rings.
Now that the chain linkage of the enslaved women was completed, only jaqi remained free. Tom put his left arm over her shoulder and kissed her, cupping one of her firm substantial breasts in his other hand. They kissed long and hard. His cock became rigid in his pants, and her clit quivered with passion.
He thrust his tongue deep into her mouth, pushing her tongue around with his. Tom let his left hand purposefully roam down across her shapely bareback, appreciating the remarkable structure of her well-toned muscles. She was in excellent shape and would make an ideal subject for the special ride he planned for her.
His hand crossed the base of her spine, sliding over the fold of her buttocks, and she willingly parted them to accept his fingers into their fold. His probing fingertip found the bulging puckered bud of her anus, and he gently stroked it, knowing this would further stir her sexual desire.
He pulled her tongue out of her mouth, stroked her lips with it, then re-entered and probed the depths of her mouth as his finger, pressing firmly, parted her sphincter and entering her, slid deep into her colon. She was sexually possessed. His hand on her breast released it and reached down to open his fly.
As his penis emerged, he grasped her right buttock and lifted her, while continuing the deep kiss with his tongue and finger at either end of her digestive track. He lowered her eager cunt onto the head of his penis, and then letting her weight do the work, drove his shaft into her vaginal depths.
jaqi loved this aggressive and intimate physical attention, and she eagerly responded. His large throbbing penis felt so good inside her, and his fingers thrust in her rectum completed the way he occupied her. She moaned in ecstasy. This treatment was wild unrestrained lovemaking.
She was an unrestrained girl. Getting such a thorough fuck was something jaqi believed was what life was all about. She corrected her thought as she realized this had nothing to do with love, as she had read in women’s magazines. This was more accurately called fucking, but what he was doing was uncommon fucking.
She loved being fucked so much that she always fucked whichever partner she might have at the time right back. She used her arms around his neck to lift herself and wrapped her bare legs around him as he lowered her onto his erect shaft. She was ready, and it was an easy penetration. He felt the firm grip of her educated cock-holster as her entire weight came onto his rigid penis.
Her cunt engulfed his raging penis so that her inner cuntlips were pressed firmly against his pubic hair, with the flared head of his penis pushing against the pad of her uterus. She moved her hips, grinding and pumping him, urging him onward with the ages-old rutting action, which was always so new and provocative.
She believed her erotic writhing on his penis was irresistible to him, and she was nearly right. What she had not taken into full account was the control of the man she was riding. As she pumped herself on her male mount shamelessly in front of all the others, her juices began to flow.
Her cunt’s extraction was mingled with his spurting semen as he ejaculated into her. With his urethra kissing the deep dimple of the rutting bitch’s cervix, his semen was ejected directly into her uterus, and on into her fallopian tubes, flooding her tiny but fully engaged egg-producing ovaries.
Tom worked two fingers from each hand into the spread sphincter of her tight but accepting rectum, stretching it painfully. Suddenly he jerked with both hands, pulling with such great and sustained power that the tight muscle began to rip and pop internally, and he ruptured her anus. She would now shit like a horse, whenever.
The damage he did to her anus would never heal. It was not related to what he had planned for her, it was just an interesting thing to do while the horny little slut was fucking him. He was more interested in this one’s cunt than her anus. Rupturing her asshole was simply an expression of his complete control over her.
His mouth released hers to allow her to scream. She did. With that simple inhuman act, he had rendered her incontinent, like a horse. Her asshole hurt her so much that it went numb. Because she did not know the severity of the rip, she had no idea she had permanently lost any anal control.
Whenever she had a bowel movement, she would pass solid offal. In Tom’s eyes, he had given her a precious gift; to be his personal, if temporary, slave. It was the price he claimed for giving her the pleasure of his penis. jaqi had read The Story of O, an erotic novel written by Ann Desclos under the pseudonym Pauline Réage,
That particular story was about something drawn from the wild imagination of that French woman, who was the author. She had never dreamed anything like this could happen. What had captured the imagination of jaqi was that in it, men had enslaved, whipped, pierced, and even branded willing women, but she realized that was just a story.
Real people would never act in such a demented manner, which was what she had believed until she had come to be with these powerful despotic men. She had not seen them brand anybody, at least yet, but she believed they were capable of such sadistic things and would not hesitate to do it if it pleased them.
And now something like it had happened to her. She was now being dominated by a powerful man. She trembled with eager excitement. He had claimed her by fucking her and hurting her while he did it. Hurting her anus like that was a very personal thing to do to a woman, like taking full possession of her.
Tom grabbed her sides below the bitch’s ribs and lifted her off his penis, then lowered her again, this time with her ruptured anus sliding down over the cunt-slickened shaft of his enormous erection. It was, in Tom’s view, incomplete to rape only the vulva of a woman.
He bounced her up and down several times, enjoying her screams and the excessive stress he was putting on her damaged ruptured asshole. He had intentionally hurt her, and she had no idea how far he was going to go. At long last he lifted her off him and lowered her to the ground.
She sank to her knees, shaking with fear as much as the pain between her buttocks and with her anus. Tom grabbed her hair on either side of her head and pulled her face violently down onto his throbbing penis, completing the triple rape while cleaning her offal from his organ with the waitress’s saliva at the same time.
He thrust his rigid penis deep into her throat, triggering her gag reflex so that her gullet pulsed uncontrollably in a pumping action on his thick engorged prick. When he was ready, he ejaculated a second time, directly into her stomach, then jerked his penis out of her to splash his jetting jism onto her face and breasts.
He watched the smile cross her face as she took his spunk between the eyes, and opened her mouth to catch it running across her cheeks and over her upper lip. This was more like what she expected and accepted from men. It appeared the worst was over. She believed he would do her no more harm.
Tom was satisfied this one was as he had judged her to be, so turned on by debasing sex she would endure much personal degradation to experience it. The lithe tanned naked cunt was showing signs of orgasm from the treatment she was receiving. It was clear the beautiful young bitch had no idea of the permanent injury he had done to her anus.
Tom commanded her to get to her feet, and she did. At first she was a bit wobbly on her heels, and it was clear her anus was aching, but she stood tall, and he handed her a stiff leather riding crop, much different from the whip she had used on the college girls earlier. She watched him closely, now unsure of her position.
“I had to know if you were a good fuck before I trusted you to your main role here,” Tom told her. “There is only one more test of your suitability. I know you can do it.”
Phil took a professional video camera out of one of the cases, lifted it to his shoulder, and switched it on.
“Ready and rolling,” he said to Tom, pointing the camera at jaqi.
“Okay,” Tom said.
He turned back to the nude girl holding the stiff three-foot-long riding crop.
“I want you to whip your pussy until it swells open for me like a lavender lily!” jaqi was shocked at the instruction, and wondered why he said lavender until she realized how much bruising would happen by hitting her cunt enough to get the organ to swell open.
“Oh God,” she said, remembering the pain of the cunny whippings she had endured from her father’s belt.
She looked at the men, who were all watching her expectantly. This was a one-way road, and there were no options. It was always straight ahead, or else! The consequences offered were terrible.
Those four girls with the long chain tails were never going to be able to get those extra-thick steel plugs out of their bums. At least that would make it safer if they had to swing by them under the helicopter, as Tom had implied. This was completely insane! It was incredible!
She had been hired to discipline the other girls, and she had hurt them bad on their tits and cunts, as the men wanted, but now they wanted her to hurt herself in the same way! She gritted her teeth, faced the camera, spread her knees, thrust her hips forward, and began the debasing act of self-flagellation, targeting, as Tom required of her, her genitalia.
The meticulous grooming she had done regularly in keeping her cunt neatly trimmed for bikini duty now paid off, as the sides of the female organ were as free of hair as when she had been a small child, presenting her naked little pussy to her father’s belt. The men could see how much the riding crop was hurting her cunt.
Since she had left home a few years ago, she had trimmed the thick puff of tightly curled pubic hair above her cunt into a neat triangle, with the point touching the hood that covered her clit. The guys liked that because they didn’t like getting pubic hair stuck in their teeth when they ate her.
Now even her small triangle was shaved clean. The sloped sides of her pubic mound had been carefully shaved right through the groin area and between her buttocks, then treated with Nair to dissolve the roots deep in each follicle, so that she would have perfectly smooth crotch meat for a full week.
The result was a clean baby-bum-smooth skin on her pubic mound that nicely framed the protruding delicate inner lips of her beautiful cunt. The men watched eagerly as the nude waitress struck herself between the legs with a meat-smashing blow. Her pretty cunt was flattened by the whip.
She had to grit her teeth to keep from screaming. The tightly woven leather of the riding crop in her own hands hurt her cunt even more than her daddy’s belt had. She grimaced with each blow she delivered to her organ, and soon with each stinging contact a sharp little squeal escaped her throat.
My God, she thought, I did hurt those girls. At least that thought delighted her. Now she was caught in an awkward position. She knew she could not pull her blows, because the men would certainly notice. She had no intention of doing so, as she was fully committed to satisfying the men, no matter what they asked of her.
On the other hand, to continue as she was doing meant she was going to have to hurt herself. Each blow stung her more, as her cunt-meat was getting tenderized by the punishment it was taking. With each blow, the pain flashed up through her genitals so recently lubricated inside by Tom.
There was nothing to do but to give her cunt the full treatment. The men would never let her get away with less. She would have to keep beating herself until they permitted her to stop. At least they let her be in control of this humiliation. It was awkward to get at her pussy with blows hard enough to satisfy the men.
She found that by thrusting he shoulder forward and then swinging her elbow out, she got good leverage, at an angle of contact that gave her organ stunning whacks. The blows hurt more than she could stand, and yet she knew she was required to continually increase the power of each smack at her cunt.
Anything less would get her in the kind of trouble with these guys she didn’t want to know about. They might even force her to stuff one of those big steel dildos up her cunt, with a chain attached they could hook up to God knew what. Could they force her to swing by her cunt from the helicopter high in the air?
The lovely female sex organ was soon covered with angry hard-ridged swelling welts, and as she continued to slash viciously at her cunt. jaqi hurt herself so severely she was no longer able to contain her screams. She punctuated each blow with a sharp unrestrained shriek.
It was a remarkable display of self-flagellation, and because the men did nothing to let her know she could stop, she continued on and on, battering her cunt with a merciless attack. If the stupid cunt was up for it, they would permit her to kill herself, which was something Tom found a fascinating possibility.
He had once witnessed a Muslim woman in Saudi Arabia do this as punishment for committing adultery with an English infidel. Instead of a riding crop, the unfortunate Syrian woman had been forced to use a rope studded with sharp thumbtacks in the self-imposed attack on her offending sex meat.
Her vagina had been so badly lacerated it was soon no longer recognizable as a female sex organ. Instead, it resembled a mass of red meat, raw hamburger dripping blood from the severe beating it had endured. The appearance of her genitals proved at that point of little to her judges.
For them, the self-flagellation had only been the opening act of her terminal punishment. The offending adulterous bitch was forced to continue, to kill herself in a fashion proscribed by the Sheikh’s religious leader. The naked bitch had been given a knife and was forced to start by slice open her breasts.
She was then required to open her belly with the blade, and after she had disemboweled herself, the highly compliant sixteen-year-old was finally fed alive to a pack of wild dogs. It was phenomenal. She had broken fundamental laws of her faith and was condemned to die this horrible death in front of both believers and, to complete the humiliation, before nonbelievers because of it.
The punishment jaqi was required to perform on herself for the amusement of the men and to build the terror of the women was not nearly so severe. They were saving the best for last, and she was nowhere near the level to which they would take her.
First, she had to have her mind conditioned by what she was to witness of the other girls’ horrors. The experience of watching their extreme abuse would condition her brain for the extreme abuse the men planned for her. She would play an important part in her physical destruction and death.
At last jaqi’s purple and puffed vagina meat had taken more than it could endure, and the split lips of the severely swollen sex organ produced blood. The men got closer with the camera but gave her no indication she was done. jaqi was a remarkable sight as she raised up on her toes in her high heels, her knees spread, and thrust her battered cunt forward
The whip lashed at the swollen and bleeding sex organ. The beautiful young bitch was remarkable in her ability to increase the fury of the blows she dealt herself. Tom was willing to let her beat herself as long as she could keep it up. They were in no hurry, and they were all enjoying the show, watching the young waitress giving herself hell.
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The pretty self-abusing bitch jaqi impressed them when they saw she had gone far past the point the men thought she could endure, and they realized she was likely to continue until she passed out. That was not in their plan, and so at last they allowed her to stop. Her cunt was swollen open like a gutted fish.
There was blood dripping from the flaccid folds of her inner lips that now stood out, engorged and swollen, revealing the moist pink inner whip-damaged meat of the deep female organ. The bright internal pinkness of her organ’s cock-gripping fuck shaft stood out to the cameras and the men watching.
The inner pinkness was in contrast to the surrounding purple flesh of her pubic mound, an angry darkening caused by bruising through the brutal whipping she had inflicted on herself, and to the blood now leaking from opened welts. She had successfully proven herself to Tom, who had special plans, both for this remarkable young lady, and for her whip-enlarged cunt.
“There are still four cunts that have yet to taste the sting of your whip,” Tom said, “They don’t require the severe treatment you have just given yourself, but give them each a good shot.”
He turned to the enslaved girls.
“Present your vulvas, ladies, my assistant jaqi wants to spank them!”
The huddle of females chained together were horrified, but knew the men’s resolve, and reluctantly shifted their positions to expose their tender sex meat to the whip. Betty and Fern, who were unable to stand, spread their free knee and raised their groins to properly present their genitals to the whip.
Moving painfully with her injured organ, jaqi positioned herself, held the whip back for the underhand swing necessary to properly punish the female organs, glad that it was someone else’s cunt that was the target, and then she swung it up viciously with a sudden snap between Tanya’s shapely legs.
The whip struck the tender woman-meat with the impact of a gunshot. Tanya screamed and fell over backward from the power of the blow. Quickly jaqi moved to Adrian, and the classy college cunt screamed twice; the first time in terror and anticipation’ and the second, harsher scream in response to the blast that hit her like a sledgehammer.
Betty brought her knee in against the other, instinctively protecting herself as jaqi moved in front of her, and was surprised when the whip slashed down across the top of her big tits. She threw her head back to scream, causing one of her legs to move outward, and the whip slashed inward, connecting across the lower part of her revealed cunt.
The blow was so accurate it smashed her spread vagina lips against themselves. Forcing her knee out to avoid a slash of the whip on her tits, Fern inadvertently fully presented her pretty twat to the lash of the whip, and took a slashing blow that was so hard it split the delicate skin.
Edie spread her thighs, a look of terror on her face, and for her reluctant cooperation received the hardest blow to her whip-sensitized cunt yet delivered. The impact was so great that her organs and intestines recoiled inside her, visibly rippling her belly. The watching men’s cocks jerked with the quality of the stunning cunt-blow.
Caitlin was last. She spread her legs with a look of determination locked on her face. There was no way this upstart low-life waitress bitch, who was desperate to please these guys she would beat her cunt silly, was going to make her scream. To ensure she would contain her scream, she breathed out hard so her lungs would be empty just as jaqi swung the whip back.
The whip snapped forward with remarkable speed, and hit her cunt dead center with a force that sent visible shockwaves up through her torso and caused her big tits to bob wildly. She thought she had emptied her lungs, but a shrill raw breathless scream raged from her throat.
She couldn’t believe a little riding crop swung by another female could hurt a woman so much. It was not the inhumanity of the men, which she had come to accept, if not understand. It was the inhumanity of a woman to other women that shocked her, even after she thought she could no longer be shocked.
Now she understood how Tanya, who was in such terrific shape, had been bowled over. The sting spread to a fire that spread through her entire groin. As the large general pain receded, a hot intense and focused pain grew in her cunt where the whip had made contact.
The new pain took much longer to diminish. It was the white-hot burning pain along the seam of her sex gash. The lips of the abused female organ had been forcefully parted by the whip’s forceful contact, and now they were enlarged and flared from the relentless abuse.
She reacted more than she thought possible to the blows that stung her from her clit down through the vestibule. With the parting of the swollen inner lips, the whip struck against the inner meat of her fuck shaft then down across the base of her cunt and on back to the front edge of her puckered dildo-stuffed chain-gripping rectum.
Her first thought had been one of panic that the severe blow to her cunt might trigger the bomb in her womb. She understood she had survived an explosion, but it was replaced by another, one of pain so incredible it was worse than anything she could imagine. She had never before received a blow to her genitalia.
She had not understood how vulnerable to pain it really was. This young woman with the whip knew, and was using her knowledge against her own kind. That was the worst kind of treachery. For Caitlin, her cunt was a place of pleasure, both for giving and receiving sexual enjoyment.
To her sex was always a thing of beauty, but ever since her first helicopter ride, which she could hardly believe had been that same day, since it had been after midnight, sex had been treated as a tool for punishment, and her sex organ as an object for torture. She had been completely dehumanized by these evil men.
She felt like nothing more than a sex toy, chained together with these other women, all of them naked and similarly abused. These other girls had not yet had the horrifying ride she and Tanya had been made to endure, with those long electrodes driven through their breasts to electrocute them while they swung by the dildos up their bare butts.
It was criminal the way these men were treating them, and now that she and her friend Tanya had been forced to re-insert the steel dildos, she was sure there was much worse to come. Caitlin knew from experience how merciless these sadistic men could be. She was, of course, completely correct.
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Tanya and Caitlin couldn’t believe their ears when jaqi was asked if she wanted to ride up front. The brainless and debauched waitress was delighted to be given the chance to ride with Tom, not knowing what he was intending for the girls, but glad to not be included with them.
Even though she had been made to beat her pussy, she was at least not collared or chained like the others, or forced to put a big steel dildo up her ass and drag a chain behind her. That was crude, and if they’d do that to college girls and the other two porno stars, they could just as easy do something like that to her too.
As an optimist, jaqi had misunderstood Tom’s offer. When they arrived beside the helicopter two of the men grabbed her firmly by the arms when she was about to step up into the front of the craft. They lifted her and laid her on the outside nose of the big craft, belly down, like the figurehead on the bow of a ship.
Two other men she could not see grabbed her ankles and spread her legs on either side of the broad windshield, then tied butcher string around her ankles and secured them to small studs on either side of the base of the windshield. She lay there, panting rapidly and shallowly in her distress, tied only by her ankles holding her legs widespread, resting on her belly and breasts, stunned.
Her spread crotch with her well-groomed and manicured genitalia was on display to the people in the helicopter, with her butt propped in the air, held in place only by the two strands of string she could not see but which felt ridiculously thin around her ankles, holding her legs widespread.
Lying on her belly, she was able to arch her back and lift her head high enough that she could see straight up and all around her, but it was such a strain she could not hold that position for more than a few seconds. Although she was fit, she had not developed the abdominal muscles that would support her there without cramping.
Her legs were so wide that she was unable to twist around to reach the string that held her ankles. She had been effectively immobilized from the waist down. When she lay flat her breasts were pressed against the metal skin of the helicopter so that her head extended over the front of the radar dome on the nose of the big chopper.
This position allowed her a clear view in front of and beneath the craft. She found it frightening while they were still on the ground, and was terrified thinking of what it would be like once they were in the air. What in hell were these guys thinking to tie her in an awkward position like this? Was it to enjoy the view of her cunt while they were in the air?
Carmen and Dawna’s tail chains were detached from the group of slave girls, and they were moved to stand twenty feet in front of the helicopter, with their backs to it, as if they were horses about to pull the craft. A twenty-foot-long thick tubular bar was slung under the helicopter.
It was attached by sturdy hooks recessed under the belly of the big whirlybird so that it stuck out five feet on either side, just below the rear cargo doors. The stout bar was equipped with a swiveled hook on either end. The girls’ chains were pulled back behind them, and the ends were attached to the big hooks.
The two college girls were confused, wondering if they were supposed to look like Santa’s reindeer for the film cameras. There was no way they were going to be able to pull that helicopter a single inch. Then they remembered Tom’s words to them when they were about to be fitted with the big dildos, what he had said about them swinging.
They had briefly forgotten his comments because they were both shocking and made so little sense, and because so much else had happened in this unbelievable hell to distract them. They had also been understandably distracted by the severe breast and vagina whipping they had been forced to endure.
It all came back to them quickly and frighteningly once they made the connection and were hooked by their chains to the long bar linked under the helicopter. They couldn’t believe these men were going to make them swing naked beneath the whirly bird by the dildos planted in their colons!
The men with the cameras set their video gear up and started the tapes rolling as Bill and Gary brought the two girls chained to the helicopter a pair of strange-looking guns. They looked something like machine pistols, but not like any either of the college girls had ever seen before.
The weapons had two-inch-thick sixteen-inch radius drums attached, completely enclosed, like they’d seen in old movies of men armed with Tommy guns. The guy they called Gary was a munitions manufacturer, and from the comments from the others, they learned he had designed these beauties himself.
“These are just a variation on the revolvers used in the old west,” he explained as they took them, “The kind you saw in the movie westerns. They were known as six-shooters because the revolver had six chambers in it. We’ve used that idea, but have built a gun that carries a hundred shots. John Wayne could have used one of these at the Alamo!
“Most of the cartridges in these guns have little red paint capsules instead of lead slugs in them, quite a bit like regular paint-ball guns, so when you can hit each other, the paint will splatter and it looks on video like you’ve been shot, which is much better for the cameras. If they don’t hit an eye or something, you can survive a lot of hits with these little fellows!”
Dawna looked uncertain, particularly with his choice of words. She would hope to survive them all.
“They won’t hurt, will they?” she asked him.
“Absolutely they will, you’ll find out how much soon enough,” Gary said, “Particularly at such close range. That’s the fun of it! You’ll be no more than twenty feet apart. The pellets aren’t very big, about the thickness of a pencil, and half an inch long. They’re made of a special plastic that survives the discharge from the gun but splits on impact, releasing the paint.
“Don’t worry about that, you’ll get the feel of them when you use them. Guaranteed they’ll sting. Anyway, they won’t do any permanent damage. They’ll make your body buck when they hit you, and I guarantee you’ll scream real good, but they have no penetrating power. The paint pellets are just for show, they’re not the best part.”
“What’s the best part?” Carmen asked. She had not yet heard any good parts.
“As I mentioned, there are a hundred chambers in the revolver drum. Eighty-eight of those are loaded with the paint pellets I’ve just described. The best part is, randomly spread through the revolver drum we’ve distributed a dozen real honest-to-God twenty-two bullets! Four are shorts, that will go into you, and the other eight are longs, that will put a hole right fucking through you!”
The girls looked at him in shocked disbelief.
“What kind of crazy porno film is this?” Dawna asked. “You don’t expect us to shoot these things at each other, do you?”
“Oh, you’ll do it, alright!” he said, sounding perfectly confident and reassuring, “You’ll be swinging as naked as you are now, by your pretty little assholes from the helicopter, a hundred yards above the ocean. There’s no way you’ll get wet.”
The men laughed, but the girls saw no humor in the situation.
“Two of the guys in the chopper will have cameras, as one guy will be in the boat, with two more on shore. We use both tape and film, depending on the need. With all that tape and film rolling, and that expensive helicopter flying, we’ll need to see lots of hot action and to see it quickly.
“We didn’t bring you up here to jack us around. It’s time for you beautiful cunts to perform. It’s time you all started earning your keep, and you’ll do it our way because we get to set the rules! You will shoot at each other because killing your opponent before she kills you is the only way you’ll survive!”
Gary continued, “Two of the guys on shore will have high-powered rifles aimed at you the whole time. If either or both of you refuse to play the game, you’ll take a warning shot, probably through the leg or across your ass, just to let you know time is running out for you.
“If you’re not hitting your enemy once every ten seconds, they’ll give you another warning shot, probably through a big soft tit the second time.”
The girls looked at each other in horror. These assholes were fucking crazy!
“You decide if you’d like to take a bullet through the tit,” Gary said matter-of-factly. He was as showing them he was as crazy as Tom! “Besides making it flop around violently, a bullet through your breast will leave an ugly, permanent hole.
“If it looks like you’re wasting our time and videotape, we’ll release your chains, and the riflemen will pick you off as you drop. If that doesn’t kill you, contact with the ground definitely will. Either way, we get our sport and some excellent footage. The good news is, just like we promised, no sex.”
“She’s not my enemy, and I won’t shoot her!” Carmen screamed, “For God’s sake, we’re not animals!”
“Of course you are, and with animal instincts!” Gary said, “And the way we figure it, you’ll both act like animals, vicious killer animals, because that’s the only way either of you can make it out of this situation.”
“You’re a monster!” Dawna sobbed.
“Not at all, my dear. You girls are taking this far too seriously. The twelve real bullets are just twenty-two caliber, and as I said, eight of them are longs. The longs are steel jacketed, so they’ll slip right on through you. Those steel-cased slugs don’t do much damage unless they hit an organ, a major artery, or a bone.
“All you have to worry about are the four shorts. Those have ordinary lead slugs, and we’ve filed grooves in the noses of them so they’ll spread right out to the size of a saucer on impact. You might have heard of dumdums. They’re designed to do a lot of damage to the human meat they hit.
“Now those are the slugs you want to worry about because they are real interesting! They can blow a roast-size chunk off your hip, or punch a hole through your belly you can see right through! When a dumdum chamber lines up with the barrel, you’ll want to fucking pray for a miss.”
END OF CHAPTER FIVE