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 7
Published: 17.05.2024
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 7
The men aboard disembarked from the helicopter and the boat and assembled by the helipad for a refreshment break. The end of the console served as a bar, and they fixed themselves drinks. They also prepared drinks for the chained girls. Tom said they didn’t want to be seen as being stingy with their whiskey.
Greg untied the strings around jaqi’s ankles and brought her over to join the group at the edge of the pad. She was confused when Tom handed her the riding crop. She was the only one without a drink and assumed that for some reason she was being punished. She couldn’t imagine what that was about.
Wanting desperately to please the men, she spread her long legs and slapped viciously at her sex organ again, watching to see what Tom’s reaction would be. There was no way for her to guess what these men were about, other than having themselves a brutal cunt-killing party.
“Don’t you think your poor little pussy’s had enough abuse for one day, rocket lady?” Tom said.
She wished he’d stop calling him that stupid name, but she smiled in obvious relief.
“I think it would be worthwhile, or at least interesting, if you raised some fresh serious welts on those big round titties of yours, though,” he said.
“Somehow they seemed to have escaped your skilled hand with the whip!” she cringed.
”I love to see big angry welts on a beautiful bitch’s big bouncing breasts,” he added, “Why don’t you make your tits bounce and welt for me? I want you to whip those lovely big boobs of yours for me, and to do it as hard as you can, so that they bounce like beach balls!”
Without hesitation, the stunning young nude woman jaqi began slashing at her tits with the riding crop, attempting to find a way to hurt her big firm boobs as much as possible for the pleasure of her captors. She was willing to do anything to avoid being tied again onto the bow of the helicopter by the ankles with that thin fucking string.
She was certain that at any moment the string would break and she would drop to her death. Now she had hit bottom, standing naked and marking her body with the riding crop, stinging her meat for these men who didn’t even seem to notice, and not knowing if the self-flagellation would save her or not.
The only thing she knew for sure was these men were out to have a good time by the kinkiest of sex acts, and that killing pretty young innocent chics was part of it. These guys were into the kinkiest kind of sex, without even fucking, and she had to get with it if she was going to save her pretty white ass.
If whipping herself raw was what it took, she was willing to do it. She desperately wanted to live. The men encouraged the badly shaken chained girls to consume their drinks.
“It’ll take the edge off, settle your nerves,” Andy promised them with a smirk.
They were shaking in fear.
They were conscious of the bodies of the two girls Adrian and Fern impaled on the buoy, and the lost headless carcass of Dawna, no longer visible, most likely eaten by sharks while they were watching the struggle of the two on the ladder. Whatever, she no longer floated near the buoy.
This was already much worse than their worst nightmares, but it kept getting worse still. There seemed to be no end to the terror and horror. Only Betty refused her drink. The lovely voluptuous teen couldn’t know it, but by doing so she unwittingly volunteered for the next assignment.
“Nice tit-work!” Tom said to jaqi, “That cunt-whipping you gave yourself was not enough. Give your beautifully battered boobs a break, and put your whip to work on Betty’s cunt.”
This was what jaqi hoped to hear. She was still useful to them. They had just wanted to scare her with that incredible ride on the nose of the helicopter.
“This time don’t pull your punches,” he continued, “I want to see that organ of hers swell out like a split orange!”
jaqi was game, wanting to achieve the same damage with her whip. Doing his bidding took their attention off her, and relieved the pain she was inflicting on herself.
She positioned herself and raised the whip, but before she could swing, Betty crossed her beautiful legs and covered her groin with her hands, squeezing her big breasts between her arms so that her erect nipples jutted from the internal pressure. jaqi looked at Tom, not wanting to do anything he did not personally demand of her.
The last thing she needed was to make any of these men angry. Her life probably hinged on pleasing them, no matter what they asked of her. Betty’s lack of cooperation complicated things for her, and that was not what she needed at this point. She needed the young college bitch to hold he legs apart for her.
“Spread her, girls!” Tom commanded, and the other girls grabbed Betty and did as they were bid, too frightened and intimidated to hesitate.
Although they were all chained together, there was sufficient slack for them to do as they were instructed. Tanya and Caitlin grabbed Betty’s arms, while Carmen and Edie grasped her ankles and pulled the screaming girl’s legs wide apart.
This was incredibly severe punishment for not drinking her whisky as the men had insisted, but the girls had seen what these violent men did to Dawna, Adrian, and Fern for no apparent reason. Carmen had taken several bullets through her meat in the same exercise that killed Dawna, and she was not anxious to incur their wrath without substantial reason.
Protecting Betty from a cunt whipping was not reason enough to risk further excessive punishment. jaqi took full advantage of the forced presentation of Betty’s cunt, and began lashing savagely at the delicate female sex organ. Each powerful blow slammed the compact muscle of her vaginal tube back into her uterus.
The rebound did not stop there. Her reproductive organ passed the shock waves onto the bulbs of her ovaries, her kidneys, and her tight pack of guts. She was receiving a punishment to her genitals equaled only by the monks of northern China, who executed young mothers who produced three consecutive girls and no boys, by publicly whipping their cunts until they were beaten to death, giving birth to their uterus.
With each blow, Betty screamed, twisted, and bucked, but the four girls held her fast, knowing how serious it would be for them to allow her to break loose. Once more the men had them performing according to plan, and assisting in their terrible scheme. The beautiful women were willingly degrading themselves, behaving far worse than harlots in their desperation to please their captors.
The vestibule of Betty’s tortured vulva responded beautifully to the merciless whipping, swelling out and spreading open like a large flower. The stinging slashes of the mercilessly flailing whip continued, as did the desperate screaming, the struggling and the impressive genital swelling.
The cunt grew so much that when Tom finally called a halt to the inhuman genital beating, the organ more resembled a split grapefruit than an orange. Betty’s internal fuck tube had swollen more than her pubic mound, and now, too large for the bitch’s groin and pubic mound to fully contain, the female organ was beginning to emerge like a thick horse’s cock.
Phil took what looked like large barbecue tongs from a crate, and used them to grasp a round metal device that was a little larger than a golf ball. The bright brass device had several small holes over its surface, and a slender wire protruded from the base, extending eighteen inches, reaching to the hand grips of the tongs.
“Hold her down, girls,” Tom commanded, “Spread her knees and raise her hips; I have a new and interesting little toy for Betty to grip in the deepest recess of her cunt!”
The four girls promptly did as they were bid. Tanya and Caitlin shuddered, as they had both had devices inserted into them.
Although theirs were smaller, they knew the terror, such horrible things could bring. Caitlin was particularly sensitive, as her device was still in place inside her womb. They wondered if it were a bomb he was placing deep inside the inner recesses of Betty’s distended cunt.
They all watched attentively as Phil raised the tongs high for everyone to see, and pulled on the wire. Long sharp needles suddenly sprang from the holes, extending outward so the polished brass ball resembled a tiny space satellite, with a long antenna extending in all directions.
The girls all gasped as they realized what the needles would do inside Betty womb, and as she watched, shaking with terror, Betty produced both a long fat turd and a shrill harsh scream. She was demonstrating the scale of her terror at being the subject of receiving the monstrous ball.
“This little beauty is a fragmentation bomb. The needles will not only serve to hold it securely in place while providing the lady with a remarkable source of pain that will intensify with her every movement; they also act as metal sensors. Just like a land mine, when anything other than the young lady’s internal meat touches them, the device will detonate!”
The girls shrieked, the response Phil expected, and he continued his narrative.
“It’s a remarkable little demolition tool my scientists have perfected as a lovely little cherry bomb.”
It will do much more than pop her cherry, or make her cunt bleed. When it goes off, each fragment has the power of a dumdum slug, the kind that so cleanly removed Dawna’s pretty head.
“The energy produced is absorbed by the atmosphere so that while the gonads of the subject are nearly atomized, anything twenty feet away is virtually unaffected. Fully inserted in the subject’s womb, as this is, it will make a perfect demolition tool for our exciting helicopter sport!”
Phil pulled the attached wire once more, and the needles retracted. He kicked the long, firm turd aside with the toe of his shoe, wiped the shoe clean on the grass, then knelt between the young woman’s spread legs. These men were not satisfied just to see a girl’s panties pulled down.
They had long since graduated to far more interesting forms of sexual amusement and entertainment, at an incredible cost to the young women they chose to entertain them. Gripping the long tongs firmly, Phil pressed the ball against the gaping hole at the spread end of Betty’s distended cunt.
With the girls holding her securely, he applied steady pressure and pushed the device ten inches deep into the screaming girl’s womb. It was clear that he had fully penetrated the elongated fuck shaft, and was pressing it against her cervix. It was also clear he had no intentions of stopping there.
“With this rapid and firm swelling, there’s no way she could eject our little prize from her womb, but with the pull wire so long, it would be a shame not to go for more depth,” he said, as if discussing the planting of candles in a cake, “Let’s see if the cunt-whipping jaqi gave her has softened up her cervix enough to allow me to squeeze this cherry bomb right up into her uterus!”
He poked and probed with the tongs deep inside her, getting a feel for the resistance and give at the other, business end of the tool, then with a twist and thrust he drove the tongs into her so deep that his fist smacked audibly against the puckered mouth of Betty’s distended cunt.
Her scream was so intense the men were sure if Hawaii were any closer, they would have heard an echo. Phil had successfully planted the horrific little bomb deep inside Betty’s uterus, at the very core of her reproductive system. He eased his grip on the tongs, then with a deft pull drew them back through the tightly stretched opening of her cervix.
The girls were surprised there was no blood on the implement when it was removed. Phil tossed it back into the packing case, then grasped the two inches of the end of wire still showing. He wrapped it in his fingers, then looking at her face to catch Betty’s expression of horror and pain, he gave the wire a light tug.
Her entire body suddenly locked in an incredibly strained pose, her stretched sinews raised in her neck, arms, and legs. She was as rigid as a board, her muscles pulled taut, and her scream was also frozen, unable to escape her strained throat. The needles had punctured the walls of her uterus.
That simple tug on the cord had anchored the cherry bomb in the very core of her womb. This was not just her days, the pain had not been allayed because she had not had any alcohol, but with the sensor spikes activated, her moments, not days, were numbered. She was about to learn the men had invented a new, incredibly brutal form of hardball.
666
Betty’s collar was unlinked from the long chain connecting the captive girls and she was led screaming to the helicopter. Harv fitted her with steel cuffs, which were attached to a pair of long slender chains. The other end of the chains were hooked to the ends of the long bar slung beneath the big craft.
When the helicopter lifted off the beautiful large-breasted nude hung by her wrists, facing forward, swinging fifty feet below the chopper by her wrists. The strikingly attractive blonde, wearing only her heels and perfume, was a remarkable sight as the big helicopter lifted her swinging above the concrete pad.
The big whirlybird moved out over the water once more, and positioned itself higher this time, settling at five hundred feet. Even from that height, the girls chained together on the ground could see the way her big breasts bunched in front of her, drawn up by the strained position of her elevated and spread arms.
With her torso stretched this way, her position accentuated her slender waist. This achieved a deep cleavage between her breasts better than any uplifting bra could accomplish. Her legs were also spread and slightly bent, in a position that limited the incredible shots of pain in her womb that came with movement.
The terrible cherry bomb provided a source of constant agitation, so that shots of incredible pain inside the strikingly beautiful young nude. The two smaller drone helicopters’ jet engines roared to life, and after a couple of minutes of warm-up they took off, controlled from the console on the ground.
One of these was the camera craft, which served as a camera platform near the action. and the other was a small version of an attack helicopter, armed with a set of rockets. Each rocket was different, carefully chosen for this exercise to maximize the entertainment value of the impending attack.
The two scaled-down aircraft rose swiftly, the camera drone taking a position at the same elevation as the dangling defenseless human target. The miniature gunship flew off in the direction the large helicopter was facing, to a distance of half a mile. The girls who were chained together on the ground gasped as they realized what was going to happen.
When the miniature helicopter reached its attack position it turned and hovered, facing the manned craft from which Betty hung suspended by her wrists. Betty watched in terror as the distant attack craft began to move slowly forward, as if it were a hunter stalking its prey.
The craft, designed with utilitarian interests only, had no cosmetic or physically attractive features. Instead, it looked evil, in keeping with its purpose. It was a killing machine, and was preparing to dispatch its harm at her. It was advancing so slowly that she could barely perceive its movement.
The horrified girls watching from the helipad saw that the miniature but obviously deadly attack craft moved forward no more than one hundred feet when it tipped its nose slightly forward, as if politely bowing, and a puff of white smoke announced to all those watching it had launched a rocket at its live human target.
The rocket was fuelled especially for this kind of demonstration, with accentuated features for the video cameras. There was a large bright orange flame jetting from its rear, and a trail of white smoke marked its course. From dead ahead Betty could see the flame and smoke, which grew rapidly in her view as it streaked toward her.
Terror was replaced with panic, and she made a startling last-instant move that surprised even the men. She grasped the chains from her wrist cuffs in her fists and with an incredible show of upper body strength driven by a blast of adrenaline, she raised her entire lower body, lifting her legs to the level of her shoulders.
The rocket, on course for her belly, streaked under her so close that one of its fins scraped a deep groove through her buttock and along her back. The extraordinary movement of her hips was not without price. The raising of her body twisted her uterus and caused severe movement of the reproductive organ’s walls against the piercing needles.
Betty’s screams were heard by the women chained together on the beach, watching in abject horror. She dangled limply, clearly exhausted from the herculean effort of the lift, and she had hardly caught her breath when a second miniature rocket was fired toward her.
She screamed anew, knowing she was incapable of repeating the enormous feat. These men were out to murder her in the most heinous way possible. They had made her the target in an incredible high-tech shooting gallery. The first rocket had run a straight line toward her, but this one was quite different.
It ran at her in a slow lazy spiral, in the fashion of the well-known sidewinder rocked. That made it difficult for her to predict early where exactly it was aimed. The nude girl suspended beneath the big helicopter saw that as the rocket closed it was likely to hit her in the midsection.
She summoned all her strength, and at the last possible instant, she tensed her muscles and twisted her torso severely to the right. The slender missile struck her left side, ripping a small hole through the stressed muscle of her torso, and as it bored through her its tail fin sliced a vicious gash in one of her kidneys.
Blood gushed briefly from the hole in her meat, but the rocket’s broad flame instantly seared the wound, and within seconds the severed veins squeezed themselves off, stemming the rush of the hemorrhaging. She threw her head back, looking up into the cameras aboard the helicopter.
When she was sure she had eye contact with viewers, she cursed the men and their heartless lethal sport. Her language was much too harsh and crude for a young lady of her upbringing, and too outrageous to report here. It was, however, easy to read her lips. Suffice it to say she was enormously upset, and wanted the men to know it.
The searing pain in her side eclipsed the ache from the spikes in her uterus, or from the incredible demands she had made on her muscles in the past few minutes. Betty was not a jock, and hanging from her arms was beginning to take its toll on her shoulders, which felt as if they were about to dislocate from bearing her weight.
She was surprised she had not gone into shock from the incredible horror she was experiencing at the hands of her despicable captors. She knew there were several varied rockets aboard the attack craft. She knew she had little chance of indefinitely resisting the persistent attacks of the rockets on her body.
With every move, she felt as if he body was going to explode from the pain of those long needles from the ball in her womb that were perforating the walls of her uterus. Even though she was not being forced to engage in sexual intercourse, Betty was sure that because she was forced to be naked for this horrendous debasement, their sport qualified as sexual abuse.
Her sexuality was certainly being grossly abused, and she was being victimized solely because of her sex. These madmen had made her into a sex toy, an active participant in their deadly blood-sport war games. It was her precious blood being spilled, and it was her life being taken for their bizarre entertainment.
She knew it was only moments before this violent sexual abuse would be terminal. Only her incredible lift and remarkably good luck with her twist had allowed her to survive to this point. Her eyes were riveted to the attack drone helicopter, which was still slowly moving toward her, although it was still a considerable distance away.
She was afraid to blink, in case she would miss the next launch. The other thought she had was that she should squeeze her eyes tightly closed, and not see the fatal shot coming. In her mind’s eye was the image of the bullet ripping off and disintegrating Dawna’s head, and she knew they intended to do the same thing to her whole body, by hitting the sensor spikes from that terrible cherry bomb in her womb.
She trembled as she imagined her body parts floating in the brine below like Dawna’s ripped and eviscerated carcass, to be disposed of by the disgusting feeding aquatic creatures. At least she would not be alive to experience bits of her meat being ripped off by greedy fish.
She dreaded the thought of her body parts becoming the main course for irreverent competing feasters at the banquet she would provide. Her stomach heaved violently at this train of thought and the vivid images that came to her, but she did not have the energy to empty her stomach at this moment.
Her mind snapped back to reality as she saw the launch of the next rocket from the attack drone. This one was smaller and appeared to be coming at her much faster. As it approached, she also saw that it was aimed higher than the others. It was in danger of hitting her in the chest!
With strength she didn’t realize she had, Betty twisted as hard as she could. Her move once more saved her life. She rotated a full ninety degrees and managed to swing her body. The speeding rocket struck the side of her right breast. A flash thought was, ‘Could the guy at the controls also control the rocket?’
The narrow shaft of the missile, no more than two inches in diameter, entered the big bulging mammary, drove through it, burst out and into the other breast, then exited as if it had not encountered any obstacle, and continued on its way, having punched it way right through her tortured mammaries.
The flame from its rocket engine was sufficient to cauterize the twin wounds, limiting the bleeding. Ten yards past her the rocket exploded, but the only harm it did was to sear her back with the hot flash and scare the hell out of her. None of its pieces of shrapnel flew backward to hit her.
Almost immediately another rocket was launched, which appeared to be identical to the one she had just taken. It also sped toward her in a direct and deadly line. As it got near she saw its trajectory would bring it in lower. She flushed in sudden panic as she realized it might find the cherry bomb in her uterus. Her exhaustion put her timing off, and she was too late in her effort to twist away. The rocket struck to the right of her navel, and having gutshot her, cleanly passed by her spine and exited her back.
The shock and pain were incredible, and she was amazed it did not kill her. It had to have done substantial damage to her intestines. Like the earlier version, it blew up within ten feet after passing through her, again searing her back with the enormous heat of the fiery explosion.
The blast was so strong it was like a kick in the back, knocking her shoes off, and hurting her more than its passage through her torso had. Nearly three minutes passed with nothing happening. Betty hung by her wrists in total exhaustion and considerable pain. The pause did give her time to restore some level of energy.
She was aware the men were actively recording her plight with their cameras, but the only noticeable movement was that of the drone helicopter with the camera in its nose. It moved in to within twenty feet of her, and settled there, its glass eye peering obscenely at her dangling nude form.
She looked out to the hovering attack drone, and was surprised to see that it seemed much farther away. It had backed off but was still facing her. As she stared at the evil-looking attack craft a large burst of smoke and flame announced the launch of a much larger rocket. It was a monster compared to the others.
It also seemed to Betty to be traveling much slower than the others. She could hear over the roar of the large helicopter overhead and the higher-pitched engines of the camera drone the screams of the girls still chained on the beach. This fucker had to be the killer rocket.
How many more could that miniature attack helicopter carry? The answer came as she saw the small craft that had launched the rockets dip its nose and drop back toward the helipad. This was it. She knew she had to somehow dodge this one or it would take her life. Even in this horrifying hell created by these evil men, she did not want to die.
The rocket was dropping. On its present course, it would pass well below her. Betty almost relaxed when she noticed the relatively slow-moving rocket was no longer dropping. Then it began to rise. The damned thing was a smart rocket, locked onto her! It was going to come in angling up at her!
Desperately she grasped the chains attached to her wrist cuffs, and with all her energy swung her legs back. On their rebound, she tightened her abdominal muscles and thrust her pelvis forward, using the momentum of her legs to raise her lower body. The result of her effort was not what she had intended.
Instead of evading it, she presented her cunt to the quickly closing rocket. It struck her groin to one side of her vagina, drove up into her torso, slicing the side of her uterus, and collapsed the needles on that side of the cherry bomb. The high-tech SloMoCam on the ground caught the incredible outcome of the well-crafted kill perfectly.
Betty’s lower belly swelled slightly as the igniter charge exploded, then bulged grotesquely with the development of an intense ball of fire grew inside her. Glowing fire burst through the stretched walls of her torso, the edges glowing and retreating rapidly as her flesh and bones were consumed and disintegrated by the horrific little bomb. To say she was toast was a gross understatement.
The beautiful nude college girl was transformed into fine ash in a matter of a few seconds. Betty was sudden history. There was no trace of her falling into the water. The two slender chains that had held her aloft swung freely beneath the helicopter, with empty smoking cuffs at their lower end.
The four other girls on the ground were immobilized in total shock, and now jaqi, tied by string to the nose of the helicopter and with a clear view of the incredible incineration beneath her, violently vomited. The last rocket launched at her had done its work and popped Betty’s cherry bomb.
When she had been a grade five student at a private residential school she had taken a dare and had agreed to go with several grade six girls to their dormitory for a cherry-popping party. They had got her panties off and had used a frozen strawberry-flavored popsicle to deflower her.
The conventional wisdom among the girls at that age was that the cold would make it not hurt as much. She had squealed like a stuck pig when they had done it, ripping her hymen and painfully penetrating her little womb with the frozen desert, but she had proved her bravery to them.
By submitting to their demands of her, and with her cherry popped for good, Betty was known throughout the private girls’ school to be no longer a virgin. That made her important and accepted, as if she were now a grownup, mature woman. Now she was simply no longer. Period.
666
Even though she was shocked and sickened by the malicious murders of her friends, Edie wanted so desperately to live that she tried to charm her way out of her turn to entertain the men, hoping they would spare her from taking part in the gross snuff film they were making. That was at least her plan.
She had been unhooked from her collar, with the skilled snipers ready to take her down in case she was stupid enough to bolt for the distant woods. It was clear to her she had to take another approach, one none of the others had done, if she was to have even a slight chance to survive this massacre.
Driven by desperation, she sweet-talked Greg, while running one hand through her sex slot, moistening and arousing her clean-shaved cunt with its stimulation juices while she caressed her full pointed breasts with the other, stimulating the nipples to rise to full erection.
“This aggressive action with these girls makes me hot!” Edie told him, grinding and thrusting her clean-shaven pelvis in the most seductive movement she could muster.
This was not a game; her life depended on her success, and she had picked Greg as the most likely to be influenced by her antithetical approach.
She had watched him and had seen him masturbating while Carmen and Dawna had been forced to insert those large dildos in their rectums. He was an anal man, the kind she best understood, and represented her best chance. She knew she only had one shot at it, as it was now her turn for a heinous helicopter ride.
666
She had no idea what they had in store for her, but she was taking advantage of the delay while the helicopter and the drones were being refueled. Greg put his arm around her, sliding a pair of fingers down over her shaved pubic mound and into her tight fuckhole, which she had successfully moistened with masturbation.
Edie was both horrified and terrified, but there was no way she was going to let him know that. She was after a reprieve and had resolved to take jaqi’s place, guessing that was her only hope. Hope was what kept her going through these atrocities, and she knew she had to hide how she was feeling inside.
“Oh God, Yes!” she said as his fingers slid into her, “My God, that feels so good! Oh, God, yes!”
This was an honest response, as she loved internal physical contact. Like the others and chosen because of it, she was a remarkably good-looking cunt. He was certain this was the first time she had ever acted like this with a man, and he was impressed she had selected him for her attempt to save herself.
Greg was amused she would refer to the series of violent and horrific bitch killings as ‘aggressive action’ but what the hell, she could think of it however she wished. She was going to have an experience quite different from her recent predecessors, but with a similar outcome.
“Could you do my bum, too? God, it turns me on when a man fingers my bum!”
He was an anal man, and such guys had to be treated appropriately. She was surprised he did not attempt to use her anus. Instead, he spread his fingers inside her womb until he was hurting her.
What he was doing was not nearly as painful as the cunt whipping she had taken, and she decided she could endure it. Two men were on ladders and were fitting strips of metal to the leading edge of the big rotors. Three others were taking care of the refuelling, while the remainder were watching the work on the rotors with keen interest.
Without her glasses, which she never wore to parties, Edie was unable to see what the men were doing with the rotors. It was important only that they take enough time for her to make the progress necessary with this asshole to have the men select someone else for their next victim.
That would give her breathing space to make time with this guy, and to get him to like her. That was the first part of her plan. The rest would be to respond in the right way when he showed interest in her. There was no way to plan too far ahead when it could turn in many directions.
“You can’t be too careful around a helicopter when its engines are running,” Greg said, inserting another finger, bending them into a claw, and spreading them, stressing the gripping mouth of her fuck shaft, “People can be killed around these machines if they’re not careful, and sometimes are.”
He has to be kidding! Edie thought to herself. She had just seen four of her friends being murdered because of this damned helicopter. These guys had no fucking perspective! She thrust her pelvis forward, accommodating his fingers and easing slightly the stress on her cunt.
“Those big rotors can be deadly,” he continued, “But if they hit someone, the rotors and even the engine can also be damaged.”
He worked in a fourth finger, and when he turned his hand, it was all she could do to keep from screaming.
“With a helicopter as expensive as this one we can’t take chances. The next game on the program is a little risky, so just to make sure there’s no harm to our machine, the guys are outfitting the leading edge of the rotors with sharp blades so that they’ll cut right through anything they hit, short of steel, without doing any serious damage to the blades or the transmission.”
Edie looked at him in amazement. How could they even think of having someone intentionally struck by those whirling rotors, and how could he possibly say there would be no damage?
He chuckled, “Well, no damage to the rotor or motor, at least. Have you ever seen someone hit by a helicopter rotor blade?”
Edie shook with fear. Because they had uncollared her, she was sure it was her turn to be horribly killed next. Except for those two recruiters, everyone else had been up. Carmen was the only other possibility unless they were going to use that sadistic bitch jaqi, but she was still tied by her ankles to the bow of the helicopter.
Of course, there were also those two older girls, Tanya and Caitlin, but they had been the recruiters for these guys, so they were likely insiders, and they’d likely need them again to do their dirty work, although with these crazy guys in charge, she understood nothing was certain.
“No, I haven’t,” she said, trying to sound casual as she fought back nausea, “It must be messy!”
She reached behind herself, spread her buttocks, and deliberately thrust two of her fingers into her anus. She had never done anything this outrageous before, but these were desperate times. She could feel her poop, warm and sticky inside herself.
Her fingers would be messed up when she removed them. Whatever. She was certain Greg was an asshole man, and she had to get him thinking about ladies’ bottoms, quickly. Jason picked up a camera and began shooting as Greg moved her closer to the helicopter. She found it very difficult walking with his fingers and hers thrust into her twin lower holes.
In a moment they were close enough for her to see what the men on the ladders were doing. She looked up and could make out a black strip that gleamed as it was moved, and she saw the men had battery-operated power tools with which they were attaching the strip. What the hell was this for?
My God, she thought as the realization of what she was seeing hit her, those are sharp! They’re making cutting blades out of the rotors! If I’m next, then it’s me they’re going to kill with those blades! It was immediately imperative that someone else be picked to go next. Anyone.
She had to do something drastic to stop them from using her next. Edie had come along on this trip to be daring; to flaunt her gorgeous figure in a soft-core pornography film. She had bought into the trip because she thought it would be a real kick to bare her big tits, shapely ass and cultured cunt for the cameras in front of strangers.
These guys were horny men who made filthy porno films for a living. She and her friends had considered there might be some risks involved in dealing with such men, but that made it more of a kick. After all, she had come up here with her friends, with all of them sharing the risk and the thrill.
They were being daring, doing something outrageous, and she had been sure she could handle any situation that might arise. How could she have guessed she was stepping so far out of bounds, that she and her friends would be enslaved, then one at a time be grotesquely murdered for the entertainment of their captors and their probing cameras?
The men finished the simple installation, and ignored Greg and Edie as they stepped down off their ladders. They moved over to the small attack drone helicopter and attached thin blades to the leading edge of its rotors as well. Greg slipped his cunt-moistened fingers out of her and dried them by wiping them on her cheeks and nose.
The cruel prick! He was just using her as a sex toy! She looked once more toward the woods, contemplating running, but saw the snipers were watching her closely, and she quickly gave up on any thought of running for cover. These men would shoot her as quickly as they would spit.
They would take her down with no more conscience or remorse than a wild bear. Her attempt at seduction with Greg had so far achieved nothing. These heartless men were completely focused on making videos of their destructive war games, and she was the next one slated for destruction.
She saw no sport in forcing nude women to fight each other to the death, or in using them as human targets for their incredible instruments of death. If she were going to survive this, she had to do something drastic and dramatic. Her mind raced, and she suddenly thought of the first thing they had all been asked to do.
The men had them do a strip act, to arouse them. She had no clothes to take off, only her heels. What she could do was dance. Suddenly she threw herself onto her back on the grass, and lifting her pelvis as high as possible, she began to bump and grind her hips in the most obscene way she could imagine.
She was a natural athlete and did the move as well as any professional stripper. It looked like it was working. Edie was pleased to see she had caught the attention of the men. They gathered around her to watch the hot writhing bitch, impressed by her remarkable gall, under the circumstances.
She knew she was going to have to be more outrageous than any of the others had been to get a reprieve, and she stretched her mind to think of what she could do. She kicked her legs up and raised into a handstand. She used her arms to press her body upward until she stood on her head. Her big breasts hung down to her shoulders like a pair of full udders.
Then Edie spread her legs, giving everyone a clear view of her naked crotch, with her damp cunt and recently fingered anus. She gradually let her torso drop as she bent her head forward until she rested on her shoulders, then she let her legs drop forward until her spike-heeled shoes touched the ground, spread three feet apart.
When everyone was watching, she thrust with her tummy, and her rectum opened, as Fern’s had done during her strip dance. This time Edie was planning to go much farther. She pressed out a fat turd, which emerged gradually under complete control. There was nothing to hold a man’s attention like the emersion of excrement from a girl’s rectum.
The sturdy stool continued to extend until its own weight caused it to bend. Still she squeezed and stressed her lower torso, forcing more of the brown offal from her spread rectum, and it continued to bend downward until it made contact with her cunt, spreading and sliding through the envelope of her open inner lips.
The sliding stool was quickly a cunt hotdog. It slid through the vestibule of her organ sandwiched between her parted love lips, moving from the base of the organ to the stem, sliding over the nub of her clitoris and slowly across the clean-shaved crest of her pubic mound, while still more of it emerged.
The amazing level of self-degradation this beautiful college girl had sunk to in such a short time was a testament to the quality of the intimidation the men produced with their violent games. The pieces of video that featured this particular cunt would make a case study on how to control ambitious young college girls.
She reached the end of the shaft. It crossed her navel before her sphincter involuntarily pinched closed, squeezing it off at an impressive eighteen inches in length. Released from the anal tube from which it emerged, the female stink log continued its slide down the lower cleavage of her breasts, and then followed that ravine to her face.
Edie did the unimaginable as she grasped the leading end of it between her teeth when it reached her mouth, and she bit off a piece. She made a brave show of enjoyment as she chewed the offensive morsel of her own fresh solid waste, while the rest of it lay across her chest and nudged against her chin.
These men appreciated filth, it was what drove them, and she would show them filth. It was her only chance of getting them to let her survive the incredible horrors they were committing on their captives. She was willing to do anything to live, and was taking the initiative to save herself.
When she had choked down the sticky paste she had made of it with her saliva, Edie let her body roll until she had again inverted, and was in a sitting position, with crossed legs. She gripped the new cock-sized shaft of warm human mud in her fist as she moved her legs out, lifting her hips again in a posture like the first she had taken during this obscene display.
She now reached down and poked the blunt end of the long firm turd into her vagina, and worked half its length into herself. The men cheered the classy young bitch on as she masturbated herself with her stinking stool, profaning her own remarkable body in a way that not even jaqi had done with her self-flagellation.
This fully coerced young woman was performing a seriously filthy act, and the men loved it. Edie lay raised high up on her toes, straining with her feet arched to the maximum in the high heels, just the way Tom liked to see a woman, her legs stressed to accentuate their shape and power in a powerless position.
She supported her upper body on her shoulders, with her pelvis thrust to the maximum to make the best presentation of the gross act of fucking herself with an impressive length of her shit. She was an extraordinary sight. The pinkness of her vagina was now stained with the brown offal in her fist.
She reached beneath her raised hips to grasp the length of shit that extended from her cunt with the other hand, then while she frigged herself on her stool she began to piss, sending a spurting spray out in an arc over the turd. The hot urine hit her fist and then fanned out to disburse in a shower over her spread thighs.
If they left the cunt waiting in the sun for half an hour she would smell like a stale urinal, but at the moment she had the tangy aroma of fresh female piss. While the golden pee spray was at full strength, sparkling in the bright sunshine, her rectum opened again and a second stool pushed her buttocks apart.
The new arrival stood out, finding its way while leaving a dark streak on her buns which were pressed together by the spread of her legs. She released her handhold on the stool in her cunt, to display the pair of dark logs sticking out of both holes, while she continued to piss out the sparkling spray of her urine.
With an outstanding display of physical control, Edie raised her hips high and shit out the two turds from her twin fuckholes at the same time. Jason caught the remarkable feat on video. The men gave her a round of applause, then Gary threw a bucket of water over her, washing off some of her own soft brown offal that was smeared on her.
“Okay, cunt, that was a great sideshow, but now it’s time for your main event!” Bill said, and pulled her to her feet, “Christ, she’s a mess, better give her a second shot of that water.”
She stood shaking, realizing her ploy had done nothing but give them more dirt for their video.
Edie felt lower than a whore as the second bucket of water was splashed over her. She had come abruptly to the end of her life, and it seemed to her life had just started when she left home for college. These evil men were going to kill her, as they had done to her friends, and now there was no way out.
Edie’s knees felt weak. She wobbled in her high heels, and the tall, large-breasted nude young college girl had to be supported by her arms as she was moved over to the large helicopter and loaded on board. She was laid out on her back on the Plexiglas floor of the cargo area, and as the motors were started, a stout bungee cord was tied like a harness around her chest, under her arms and big breasts.
The thick stretchable cord was pulled very tight, making it hard for her to breathe until she got used to it. It was so tight it felt like someone was sitting on her chest. At least her arms and long beautiful legs were free. The big flying machine vibrated as its long slender rotors accelerated, as if it were eager for action like a stallion in a rut.
The men buckled themselves into seats, and the aircraft lifted off. Once airborne, the men got out of their seats and got back to work. The other end of Edie’s bungee cord was fastened securely to the end of the shaft that was attached to the undercarriage of the helicopter, and the nude Edie was lifted so she sat up.
Sitting there naked on the floor of the craft, seeing the ground and sea below through the Plexiglas floor, Edie felt dazed, almost surreal, as she noticed rather than experienced what was going on around her. She wondered if a mouse captured by a cat felt this way, knowing it was about to die.
666
The men got the big cameras ready as the helicopter moved into position when Tom turned in his seat.
Using the headset microphone feeding the interior and exterior speakers, he said, ”Looks like she’d normally be one hundred and fifteen pounds, but with those big tits she’s sporting, she’s probably closer to one hundred and twenty. Let’s try her from two hundred and fifty feet!”
Harv and Andy slid her over to the open door.
“Bombs away!” cried Tom, and Harv’s shoe pushed hard on the small of Edie’s back, instantly creating the horrifying result he intended for the naked beauty.
Suddenly Edie was flying, feeling weightless against the rushing air, dropping toward the water feet first.
She felt the harness tighten, then grab at her chest and breasts as she rapidly decelerated, though not quite quickly enough to stop her before she reached the water. She hit the surface hard and sunk into her waist, then was jerked back into the air by the recoil of the bungee cord.
She left one of her shoes behind in the water, but that was the least of her worries. She rebounded so high the cord went slack until at the apogee of her rise she was once again weightless. The return to falling sensation, where the blood rushed to her head, lasted for less than a second, during which she seemed to remain frozen in space, then she plunged once more toward the water.
This time she was immersed only to her knees and rebounded upward. She dropped again. This time she hit the water she went in barely past her ankles, but lost the other shoe when she sprung upward. She bounced several times until at last, she came to a rest ten feet above the gently rolling waves.
Edie was startled when the helicopter lowered her back into the water, and it continued to drop, the bungee cord curling onto the water around her as she tread water, until the big craft was no more than ten feet above her, and felt the power of the downdraft from the big rotors above her.
She was less than twenty feet from the large yellow buoy, with the spear-impaled bodies of Fern and Adrian sprawled across it as obscene symbols of what the men were doing with their co-ed captives. She felt sick, knowing she too would soon be dead, but was too tense to even vomit.
She felt heavy and moved her arms and legs rapidly as if it were necessary to keep from sinking. There was no way she would sink in the buoyant salt water, but at least the frenzied action kept her circulation going. Harv and Andy reeled in the cord, then pulled her up out of the water and into the helicopter, shivering not from cold but from terror.
She saw that she had been lowered so the men would have just a short distance to haul her in. She sat on the plexiglass, pulled her knees up, and wrapped them with her arms. This posture concealed her breasts and genitalia from the cameras pointed at her. For some unexplainable reason, she felt less naked without her lost shoes than wearing them.
Perhaps it was because the expensive stiletto-heeled pumps provided a contrast to the lack of cover for her genitals, or accentuated her femininity, and vulnerability. Even after having done her obscene performance with her offal, she had managed to retain a sense of modesty.
That hugely self-debasing behavior had been driven by her will to survive, not an abandonment of her values. She was in a sense glad that she had lost her shoes in the ocean. They made her legs look far more sexy to the men, and that was the last thing in the world she wanted.
“There, that wasn’t so bad, was it?” said Andy.
She looked at him, wondering if he expected an answer, and then she shook her head. It had been horrible, and he knew it. She could not imagine anything more frightening, and she was sure that being hauled into the craft in no way meant they were through with her.
She felt like a mouse in the captive jaws of a cat. They were playing with her, and she was certain there was much worse and terrifying abuse to come. It was likely she would be dropped again, and next time she would not be pulled back into the helicopter alive. There was no way they’d permit that.
“Good. That was just a practice drop, just to get the range,” he confirmed her thoughts, “You did real well, cunt! You’re a natural water bouncer!”
Edie wondered what he expected. All she had done was to dangle from the cord, get soaking wet, and get her chest and breasts squeezed so tight by the bungee cord she thought her ribs might snap.
Worst of all, she had feared she might slip out of it, and that remained a danger. The fact was, she had not done well at all, because she was no more than an unwilling passenger on the end of the bungee, a living naked payload hurtling through the air and splashing into the brine.
She couldn’t imagine what kind of thrill this gave these assholes. As far as that went, she could not imagine what kind of thrill these men got from the horrible killing they were doing. These monsters were killing them just for the sport of it. This nightmare was real, and like a bad dream, it made no sense.
The helicopter had climbed well above the water again, and as it reached and settled into its new position Tom came back on the speakers.
“Okay, let’s try her from two hundred and forty feet, and see if we can get some more spring to her rebound. Let the filthy shit-eating cunt drop as soon as you’re ready!”
The men slid her into position in the open doorway, and once more Edie was unceremoniously pushed out the door, screaming. This time she looked down as she dropped rapidly toward the water. She was at least ten feet closer to the surface when her bungee finally kicked in, and she hit the water much harder this time, dropping in over her head.
Almost instantly she felt an additional jerk on the bungee. The helicopter was suddenly climbing, pulling the bungee tight, and she was still in the water. She was jerked upward abruptly when she was out of the grip of the salt water, and she sprang up almost to the helicopter door.
The big craft had climbed high enough in its rapid rise that when she dropped again this time she did not reach the water. Without the water’s support, the jerk was so hard at the bottom of the drop her breasts were flattened against her shoulders and her arms forced upright.
Not only did the sudden stop at the end of the line hurt her big breasts and armpits severely, bruising them severely, but she was frightened to death that she would slip right out of the harness. She was lowered again into the water to save the men the trouble of lifting her the entire distance.
As she tread water waiting to be pulled up, she attempted to pull herself out of the painfully binding harness but found that impossible to do while working to stay afloat. She then tried to get it back on, as it was squeezing her breasts severely upward, but again found the task impossible.
The men reeled in the bungee cord, then lifted Edie out of the water, and pulled her up until they could grasp her wrists. They pulled her only halfway into the craft, with her lower end hanging out over the sill of the open doorway. Since she was going to be hurled back out, there was little sense in pulling her all the way in.
“Okay, we’re at two hundred and twenty-five feet,” it was Tom on the speakers, “Should be good. Let me know when the weights are on, then let the cunt drop!”
The men produced a pair of fifty-pound pigs of lead, with wire clips attached, and hooked these onto the back of the harness, bending them around the bungee to ensure the weights would stay in place. Edie felt the big weights pressing her already stressed breasts against the floor of the craft.
She could hardly breathe but was confused by the need for the weights. This was something she could not have anticipated, but she knew the reason would not be good. Maybe they were going to kill her by sinking her to the bottom of the ocean! She was about to find out what she really didn’t want to know.
“You’re getting real good at this, sweetie,” Andy said, “I’ll bet that cunt of yours gulped a quart of water last time!”
The guy was sick, and she ignored him. Although she was dreading every minute of this horrible experience, there was no way she was going to give them the satisfaction of a response of any kind.
“Okay, she’s ready!” Harv shouted.
“Right! Bombs away!” Tom replied, and Edie grasped uselessly at the plastic floor as the two men pushed her out into space.
She thrashed her arms and legs in panic as she plunged toward the ocean. With the lower altitude and the near doubling of her weight, the bungee had only begun to break her fall when she hit the water hard. The weights pulled her down deep, and she felt panic as the harness tightened.
The harness was squeezing her chest so hard she could feel her ribs cracking, then suddenly it tore her up through the water as the helicopter climbed. She was in incredibly deep shit, being badly tortured before being killed, and at this point she wanted nothing more than to die, so this harsh treatment ended.
The rapid climb of the helicopter stretched the bungee to the limit. She burst up out of the water as if she had been shot from a canon. Her eyes bulged in disbelief as she shot upward, catapulted by the bungee cord toward the helicopter and its spinning rotor blades. The result was far worse than her worst fear.
She was inverted as she sailed up past the open door. Her right leg was extended straight upward, as if to protect herself, and the blade sliced through her foot, her calf, her knee, and took two big bites out of her upper leg, leaving her with less than eight inches of stump as a thigh where her beautiful leg had been as she dropped.
The weights on her back had saved her life, as her entire body would have gone through the spinning rotor without the effect the weights had on her flight. The harness jerked hard on her, splitting the base of her right breast as she hit the bottom above the water and bounced. She was losing so much blood Tom did not have the men reel her in.
Instead, they lowered her into the water again, giving her sufficient slack to sink twenty feet with the help of the weights. The cameras recorded the spreading stain in the water, and the salt water helped to stem the flow of blood. Edie could still feel the foot and knee that were no longer there.
Once more the helicopter jerked her upward, stretching the bungee to the extreme as the water restrained her so that once more she burst from the water like a rock from a slingshot. Once more the hapless cunt was catapulted up past the craft with its cameras, and into its deadly rotors.
Below her, lying on the bow of the craft, jaqi’s naked back was splattered again with blood as Edie flipped into the deadly spinning rotors, losing her left arm and leg into a series of small roasts that flew upward as they were severed. jaqi screamed at the top of her lungs as the blood sprayed over her, and severed body parts dropped and flew past her.
She would welcome roasting in hell after the horrors she was experiencing at the hands of these madmen. By getting her to cooperate with them, they had made her into a handmaiden from hell, and she regretted the very moment she had flirted with Tom at the Executive Flight Center coffee shop.
Now that she was nothing more than a nose ornament on their terrible helicopter, she was convinced that, like the others, she would soon be nothing more than dead meat. What made her angrier than anything was that the men inside the big helicopter could peer into her open cunt and asshole, perfectly presented to them, and she could do nothing about it.
They had dehumanized her, made her into a sex toy, and from the way they were killing off the others, it was apparent they gave little value to their toys. She watched the girl named Edie dropping, bouncing, then being lowered into the water, carried under by the lead weights clipped to her harness. The bitch was in terrible shape.
Short raw meat stumps were all that were left of three of her limbs. The harness had slipped so much it bound her big tits up against her shoulders, and the only limb left on her, the right arm, thrashed as she was lowered into the clear depths, causing her to spin slowly, twisting the long bungee cord. It was amazing that the gorgeous college cunt was still alive.
Suddenly jaqi’s stomach heaved as the helicopter abruptly accelerated upward, stretching the bungee cord against its human sea anchor. When she burst up out of the ocean this time, Edie was offline due to the imbalance of limbs. She was rising rapidly straight toward the center of the craft.
She was also moving much faster than last time because she offered significantly less drag in the water and air without three limbs. jaqi froze in horror as she saw Edie fly straight toward the belly of the helicopter and the cameras, ready to catch whatever happened to the delimbed cunt.
They faithfully videoed her as she smashed face-first against the plexiglass bottom of the craft, squashed against the helicopter’s belly like a bug striking the windshield of a speeding car. Now jaqi tossed her biscuits again as she saw what happened to the one-armed and legless torso of what had been a beautiful girl.
She was flattened so hard that her bulging breasts, belly and head all split wide open on contact, directly in front of the camera that videoed her arrival through the Plexiglas. The lovely screaming college cunt was dead in an instant, but the video cameras all continued to record this outstanding cunt-kill.
The cameras watched from the ground, the sea, and through the blood-stained Plexiglas floor as the squashed one-limbed torso dropped toward the ocean, just a few yards from the corpse-draped buoy. The helicopter had climbed to three hundred feet by the time Edie had struck it, and internal gore from her split head, breasts, and belly trailed as her torso spun to the waves.
The helicopter turned away as it headed back toward the helipad, so jaqi missed watching the destroyed carrion float back to the surface if it did. It struck the water so hard she was sure the lead weights would have been jarred free of their clips, but all she could see was land as the helicopter returned to its concrete pad.
She was gratified to see that she was not the only one to be violently ill. All three of the others were retching as the big craft settled, with the horrors compounding with each event. The men did not release jaqi, but left her hanging over the sloped nose of the helicopter, tied by the slender strings around her ankles.
She could not see what they were doing from the direction she was pointed, because even though she could turn her head, she was masked by the body of the big machine. She did not turn her head to see who was approaching her, but knew by the voices Tom was one of them.
The men were discussing ballistics, power, trajectory, and a number of other stupid boring technical things she could not understand. She wondered how she had ever gotten tangled with such old boring guys in the first place. If only she wasn’t so set on marrying rich, things would be a lot different.
All she could tell was they were making adjustments to something mechanical to make it just right. That was okay with her, as this whole thing was dangerous enough without something not working right. She hoped they’d cut her free. That butcher string was cutting off circulation to her ankles, and they were getting numb.
She could hardly feel her beautiful shoes, the only personal property they had let her keep. Tom stood in front of her while others stood on either side, out of her field of view. Tom opened his zipper and pulled his penis from his pants, showing her the prodigious erection with which he had earlier raped her vagina, anus and throat.
His was a circumcised instrument, with an enormous flared head. Without ceremony, he grasped her hair to hold her head in position, and as she opened her mouth to speak he thrust his rigid organ deep into her throat, honoring that entry for the second time, and effectively cutting off her air supply.
“Start swallowing, dear,” he said, “I want to feel how well your throat can milk my cock, and we’ll see if you can draw a full ejaculation from me before you choke to death!”
This was a challenge she had met many times before, and ever since junior high she had been known as a terrific cocksucker.
The cooperative naked waitress promptly started a desperate and highly stimulating swallowing action, producing a beautiful sensation far surpassing the action of the most educated vagina. Tom had experienced more deep-face fucks than he could remember, and this was as good as the best.
Her gullet rose and dropped in an urgent pattern, which was visible to those men watching.
“If you fail to get me to shoot my seed into your stomach before you suffocate, I’ll unload my spunk into you as you die, but if you are successful, I’ll withdraw and let you breathe while I splatter my cum all over your pretty face. It’s up to you. Go for it!”
She did as he demanded. Although risky, this game was far safer than those that had taken the lives of the other girls. jaqi grabbed his buttocks, pulling his groin to her head, and she pumped her stuffed throat on his rigid erection desperately, using her jaw as well as her throat, swallowing hard as she eagerly worked to add the stimulation he demanded.
As she gave Tom personal head service, jaqi felt large male fingers probing her cunt, and pulling the swollen organ open. Then she felt a large metal rounded point being pressed into the vestibule of her deep fuck shaft. The object was enormous and stretched her painfully as it filled her womb.
There were men on both sides of her working the big device into her, and it was all they could do to get it in. The thrusting that seated the large mysterious instrument soon had it lodged well into her depths, and still, the men persisted, so that the point nudged, worried, and then painfully spread her cervix.
Her cervix surrendered, and the thick shaft mercilessly invaded and impaled her inner reproductive organ. It was now right up inside her uterus! She felt like an over-stuffed Thanksgiving turkey. While jaqi was being rudely invaded at both ends, Tom told her a curious and seemingly irrelevant story.
“When I was in college, I was captain of the sky diving team,” he said. “We used to do demonstration jumps at fairs, and made good money at it. One thing I was often told by the coach was about the magnet phenomenon.
‘When your landing’ he remembered him saying, ‘Don’t look at objects you want to avoid, or you will be drawn to them.’
“Girls, avoid hitting an object on the ground. If you look at it, you’re certain to smash into it. I know that’s true because I saw this happen with parachutists too often to think it could be a coincidence. It’s a strange mental thing, that once you look at an object on the ground, like a tree you want to avoid, you will move directly toward it. Once at a fair, the large crowd spread to make room for us to land on the grounds.
“And a large pine tree was the only obstacle in the clearing. Each of the other jumpers had landed safely, and I came in with all the room in the world, but I kept my eye on that tree, and sure enough, I piled into the fucking thing. Even though I knew of the danger of looking at the tree, I was drawn into it by watching it. That fucking tree acted just like a magnet. That proved to me what I already knew, but was too busy watching to remember that valuable lesson. I just thought that was something you should know.”
That was a weird story to tell her at a moment like this. She was suffocating to death, and the rich helicopter pilot was in complete control, showing no signs of getting ready to shoot his goo into her. Now that the others had finished their work, they were all standing around watching.
They had all pulled out their big pricks and were masturbating as they watched her work Tom’s rigid organ with her throat. Under these circumstances, it was difficult to think of herself as a beautiful young woman, a desirable creature, while these men were making her feel like a piece of shit.
With a sudden desperate burst of action, jaqi increased her tempo, pumping her head wildly on the rigid penis of the leader of her merciless male captors. He was getting close to orgasm, and his lust-swollen erection was throbbing in her throat, painfully pressing against her larynx.
She rapidly worked her gullet until she urged Tom to an explosive climax. With no time to spare she had got to this prick. She was about to choke to death and had little interest in his college days stories. Her throat visibly swelled as his penis began to ejaculate directly into the depths of her stomach.
She had filled her part of the one-sided coercive bargain, and Tom kept his as he slid his penis out of her throat. The blood-gorged male organ was wet from her saliva, and a few final drops of thick sperm emerged from the open slot and dropped to the sun-bleached concrete of the large private helipad.
The other men quickly stepped forward, one or two at a time, to spill their spunk on her. Some of them shot their load onto her face, others onto her back, then Tom lifted her head by the hair, which allowed the rest of the men jacking off to ejaculate onto her big bare tits.
The pain between her legs was enormous, but her lungs ached from being denied air for so long, and the beautiful young waitress gasped like a fish out of water. The violent, merciless throat fuck had nearly killed her, but she had somehow survived it. Like Carmen, she had survived their terrible games.
jaqi was being treated more like an undervalued object than as a real woman, but now that they had all spilled their semen on her, she felt a wave of relief. She had survived the attempt to strangle her with Tom’s huge cock, and knew now they valued her, and were not going to kill her.
“You’re a real rocket, sweetie!” Tom said as he tucked his penis back into his pants.
She thought that was a curious phrase to use, especially considering what had just happened. He had it all backward, as it was he and the other men who had shot their goo inside and on her.
She had sucked off enough men to know that Tom’s ejaculation was impressive, and the word rocket was a good way to describe his powerful ejaculation directly into her stomach. But why would he call her a rocket for sucking him off? And what was large round metal think they’d planted in her cunt?
He saw the small scowl that twisted her pretty brows. She was indeed a marvelous creature, bright, intelligent, and curious. This was exactly the kind of female they sought out for their stimulating war games. Had her family life been different, she might have come to their private resort as a college girl rather than as a waitress.
“No, seriously, you are a rocket, we’ve just loaded your rocket engine between your legs. It’s quite attractive, really, that shaft with its tail fins sticking out of your pretty stretched vagina.”
The men laughed, and jaqi gasped in horror.
“That’s a powerful little sucker we’ve rammed into your cunt, honey,” Steve said, “We’ve made you into a real human hotrod!”
Her face blanched. She had been wrong. These fucking assholes were still planning on killing her!
She tightened her muscles and squeezed hard with her cunt on the thick steel shaft housed inside her, to see if she could eject it. She quickly discovered that it filled her so full there was no way to possibly move it. She couldn’t shit it out, and certainly not draw it in further, which would have been enormously stupid.
The thick shaft was jammed in tight into her cunt, and there was no way she could make it move out. When they decided to fire it, the thing would ram deeper into her cunt, and possibly pip the strings that held her ankles, and she’d be flying into space! Fucking shit, they’ve made me into a rocket!
“You see you haven’t lost your ability to stimulate men,” Tom said to her, “If you’re going to fly free, you’ll be more streamlined since we slicked you down a bit. I lubricated your throat and filled your belly, and my friends have lubricated your skin! We’re going to take you up and launch you from a thousand feet, aimed directly toward the buoy.
“Now we don’t want you to hit it, but the rocket will make you land beside it, bouncing those gorgeous breasts on the waves as you skid in for a landing. The only real danger will be that buoy. Be sure to stay clear of it, or you’ll smash that beautiful skull on it. You don’t want to hit it, or you’ll be killed for sure!”
jaqi was in such terror that her body wanted to piss, but the rocket in her womb so filled her that the passage was blocked, her urethra pinched closed, and instead her ruptured rectum spread and gave birth to a large brown stool that rose from between her spread buttocks.
It extended out nearly its full impressive length, easily as long as Tom’s penis, then the outer end dropped and caught on the upper fin of the rocket protruding from her packed cunt. That was not a ladylike thing to do, but she realized she had not been treated in the least like a lady since she’d arrived.
This turned out to be an incredible helicopter hell for beautiful young women. They had made her into nothing more than a punishment slave, and as such had no need to take responsibility for her actions in thrashing the other girls. However she acted or whatever she did, she would receive equally harsh punishment.
These men punished their slave women simply for the personal pleasure they derived from seeing them struggle, suffer, and die. Since the incredible punishment they were forcing her to endure was not behavior-related, she now knew there was nothing she could do to offend them.
Nothing would increase or reduce the severity of treatment that was already unspeakably outrageous. Everything she had done up to now to cooperate with them had nothing to do with how they treated her, or what they planned for her. They were really monsters, more evil than any she watched on TV cartoons, or in the comics she read.
Her heart was pounding like a mallet in her chest, and she could feel her flesh tingle with goose-bumps. She felt hot and cold at the same instant. jaqi’s mind flashed to the memory of her mother standing in the doorway, immobilized by fear as her father had abused her as a child.
Her mother had stood by and watched in horror as her father stripped her naked, whipped her hairless little cunt with his belt, then had climbed on her and thrust his rigid penis into her and violently raped her. This was regular treatment, and her mother had just stood back and watched, unable to help her.
“Mommy!” jaqi screamed, and Tom smiled.
Her mind had changed gears but was still fully operational. The young cunt had become delusional. Her wonderful brain’s only meaningful use for the men now was to serve to guide its human missile to its intended immovable target.
“Mommy! Help me!” jaqi screamed.
She was ready. The beautiful waitress cunt had entered another reality, her brain seized with the horror of what was about to happen to her. Tom’s objective had been realized, and it was time to serve the young woman as a sacrifice in their games.
Like that time racing through her mind from the past, the lovely lady’s mommy would not come to her rescue. She was a big girl now, and on her own, mastered as before by the will of men. As jaqi well knew, that was the traditional role of women, and it was not going to change now.
THE END OF CHAPTER SEVEN