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 8
Published: 24.05.2024
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 8
Four of the men joined Tom as he clamored aboard the helicopter while two others went back to the boat. Two more manned the shore cameras and another took the drone controls at the large console. The jet engines started, the big rotors on the helicopter began to rotate, and as they accelerated, the craft gently lifted off the pad and climbed out over the ocean, with jaqi screaming as she lay over the nose.
Even as she screamed for her mommy, the beautiful nude cunt was aware of exactly what was happening to her. This time there were no other girls aboard, as she was the object of the men’s attention. She felt the sticky slime of the men’s freshly ejaculated jism on her skin cooling in the downdraft.
It was everywhere; on her face, in her hair, and covering her back and her chest. It even filled her stomach, thanks to Tom’s vicious choking throat-rape of her. The helicopter climbed to one thousand feet and moved to a position a mile down the beach. Once more it was snuff party time, and jaqi had the place of honor as the subject.
When the big craft had reached its position it turned and hovered, with jaqi facing the distant buoy. Her bowel moved again, pushing out more shit onto the tail of the rocket, clearly visible to the men a aboard the craft through the windshield. Her production of shit told
The men were impressed at how well the beautiful young waitress emptied her colon of its load, right in front of the windshield. She was appropriately aware of what was about to happen, and her mind was in the right frame to act as an onboard guidance computer for this gorgeous human rocket.
She watched with bulging eyes the drone camera helicopter take off, and take a position less than 50 feet from the buoy, still draped with the two nude carcasses of her impaled friends. My God, I’m going to die! They’re going to kill me! They’re making me die a worse death than any of the others! It’s not fair! It’s not fair!
She almost jumped out of her skin when Tom’s voice boomed from the exterior speaker.
“Okay, honey, we’re all ready. It’s important that you are too. You’re in for a very exciting ride, young lady, flying unaided, except of course for the rocket engine we’ve given you, providing a new use for that pretty cunt of yours. With luck you can land safely by skidding on your big tits along the water. There’s only a light breeze, so the surface is quite calm. Your boobs will be your landing gear, and will provide drag as you skim over the surface to a stop. It should be a real kick, but you don’t get excitement without some danger!”
There was a pause as he did something in the helicopter’s cabin, then he continued …
“When we ignite it, the rocket is going to try to push its way right up through your torso. We squeezed it in real tight so it’s a good fit, but it’s very important that you tighten your pussy and tummy muscles and squeeze on it as hard as you can while you’re accelerating. Otherwise, it might run right up through you. Do you understand, sweetheart?”
She was quivering with fright but managed to nod her head.
“Terrific,” came Tom’s voice on the excellent quality PA, ”One other thing I should mention, it would be fatal if you hit the buoy, but we’re using it as a marker so the cameras can all get good coverage of your flight and landing. No matter how you land, watch out you don’t hit that big steel buoy.”
She now understood the significance of his college days parachuting story.
“You mustn’t hit that buoy, so watch out for it. Just keep in mind you’ve got to avoid it at all costs. Hitting it would be devastating. Okay, get ready for launch! Five … four … three … two … one … Blast-off!”
jaqi tightened all her muscles and squeezed so hard her body shook from the excessive physical stress. A remote control device in the helicopter ignited the rocket, and the sudden thrust of her sex organ-seated motor pushed her forward with such power that her legs were jerked straight.
The strings around her ankles snapped, and she was driven forward out of her shoes, accelerating rapidly out into space. She was flying! It was a powered flight! Her stomach was driven down against her pack of intestines and organs by the force of the sudden rocket-driven acceleration.
Her compressed guts pushed hard against her uterus. The rushing wind from her rapid movement was so strong that it hurt her eyes. Her cum-soaked hair lay flat against her head and the ends beat flapping against her shoulders. Her full breasts were pressed down hard against her ribs.
She had to fight hard to keep her legs apart while the rocket thrusting into her womb was impelling her forward, as her inner thighs, calves, and ankles were burned by the rocket’s flame. She rapidly stuck her knees out to the sides, to get her legs away from the scorch of the rocket’s flame.
For maximum control, the device had built-in deflectors to send some of the thrusting flame out at an angle, forcing her to assume and hold a frog posture, providing a stimulating view for the cameramen watching and tracking the nude bitch’s flight through their telephoto lenses.
jaqi quickly discovered that a small change in the position of her arms or legs caused a change in direction. In a sudden panic move, she arched her back and was startled when her course altered upward, and she flew in a tight loop, which remarkably straightened out on the original course when she straightened her back again.
The change of direction caused an incredible shot of pain in her uterus, which was enough to discourage her from trying that again. She knew she had to get low if she was going to make a horizontal landing on the water, so she dipped her head and was suddenly plunging straight down.
She raised her head again, and used her arms to get her flight path stabilized. This was insane! She could not believe she was actually flying, driven by a rocket jammed into her cunt. This was more bizarre than Buck Rogers. Being a proven quick study, jaqi learned fast, and was able to make smaller, more effective moves to control her flight path with her open hands.
As she slowly moved downward, she kept her eye on the dreaded buoy, knowing how important it was that she missed it. jaqi reminded herself she would have to ignore it as she went down to the water level to be sure not to hit it. She drifted down to the right of the buoy, keeping it off to one side at the same angle.
Suddenly in a panic, she realized that for the buoy to remain at the same angle in her vision, she must be gradually turning toward it. She was soon no more than ten feet above the water, moving rapidly, skimming above the waves toward the dreaded buoy and the camera/pick-up boat.
Her mind was racing, and a thought that occupied her was the realization she was completely dependant on that boat to rescue her, because she would never reach the shore, since she could not swim. Another of her panic buttons was hit. She realized that although her body was pointed to the side of it, the buoy seemed to be heading straight toward her.
As she flew just above the waves she turned her head slightly toward the buoy, and with that simple correction she was doomed. The sight of the dreaded yellow steel drum with its terrible long vertical spear impaling the lifeless nude bodies of her two friends mesmerized her,
The idea Tom had planted in her vulnerable brain now worked perfectly. The beautiful young waitress, innocent and so easily manipulated by these powerful men, did exactly as they knew she would. Her eyes were locked on the buoy, and the girl with the rocket in her cunt hit the steel float dead center at a speed over one hundred miles per hour.
Her head was driven through her neck and down between her lungs; her heart was ripped loose and met the rocket on its way up through her, and her hips pressed forward, compressing her back like an accordion, snapping bones with their forward momentum. When the rocket had driven up under her chin, smashed through her brains, and struck the metal of the buoy, its small warhead was triggered.
The resulting explosion when she hit the buoy blew detached parts of her in all directions, along with chunks ripped from the two other female bodies on the buoy. A mess like the one jaqi made with her violent impact with the buoy could only be properly disposed of by being dispersed in the ocean, as it was.
The immense Pacific saw the beginning and ending of life millions of times every second as the natural cycle repeated itself endlessly. The Pacific Ocean was host to millions of births and violent deaths every day as a matter of course, and made no judgment on whatever happened, but quickly forgave the momentary terrible carnage and returned promptly to the peaceful state overtly expressed in its name.
666
The three remaining females had no idea who would go next, but they had no doubt they were slated to be killed. The merciless men had taken all three of them through hell, and would certainly not be satisfied until these innocent females had died a brutal death for their disgusting and violent lady-snuff film.
For her cooperation in tormenting the others, jaqi had suffered the most heinous death of all the others, so there was no reason for any of them to have any hope. The only thing left to them was to wish for a quick death, a luxury they were equally certain would be denied them.
This was a cunt-killing party, to make cunt-killing snuff films and videos, and they were the last remaining cunts. There was now no hope in any of their minds that they would be spared, even though all three of the naked young ladies had survived a terrifying flight suspended only by a butt-plug today.
Tanya and Caitlin looked at the pitiful Carmen with the bullet wounds through her gorgeous body and were convinced the men would have little interest in her. The bitch had been gut-shot in the first contest, and had a terrible wound in her neck. Although she was quite alert, the pretty young college co-ed was mainly running on adrenaline.
All three of them wore butt plugs and chains, but Carmen was the least lively of the three, and she was probably not going to last another hour, so the men would most likely pass her by. They were dead wrong. The men grabbed Carmen, unfastened her tail chain from the others, and pulled her over to the helicopter.
Andy pulled a large super squirt gun from a crate aboard the craft and the two holding her laid her on her back, her long shapely legs spread. Andy put the nozzle of the gun beside the chain right against her anus squirted her ass with a liberal dose of a brownish translucent liquid.
Tanya and Caitlin guessed the gleaming fluid the girl’s anus was slathered in was oil. They proved to be right. Steve stuck a screwdriver into Carmen’s asshole, crowding it in beside the chain, and pressed the dildo in deeper while Andy squirted more of the oil inside her.
Caitlin screamed at the painful violation of her fundament but was incapable of putting up significant resistance. When her steel-dildo-stuffed anus was well lubricated, Andy returned the big squirt gun to its crate in the helicopter, then he joined Steve in pulling on the prone nude’s thick tail chain.
Her dildo was well anchored, held tightly in the grip of Carmen’s anal sphincter, but after several hard tugs, the two men managed to pop the screaming and writhing girl’s captive ass plug free. A long stout rope was tied to one end of the shaft that ran across the belly of the helicopter, and the other end of the rope was tied to Carmen’s left ankle.
The gut-shot nude lay stunned by the knowledge that she was next, and with no apparent competition this time, she was certain she was not going to survive her ride. The big craft lifted off for the fifth event of the afternoon, and both of the small drone helicopters also took off.
When the rope was stretched tight, Carmen was lifted up to hang beneath the large chopper like a side of beef. Live, human beef, the strikingly beautiful young woman knew she was valued by her male captors only for her ability to die a horrible screaming death in their violent games, for their incredible video production.
Her ability to perform effectively was severely limited by her dangling position, but that was of no concern to the men because of the type of death they planned for the gorgeous cunt. Altitude was clearly not a factor in this performance, as the helicopter hovered with her suspended no more than fifty feet above the blood-smeared carcass-bearing buoy.
Carmen proved she was still very alive by her antics as she hung suspended by one slender ankle beneath the craft Her position was such that when she rested her limbs were widespread, with her free leg hanging outward, making a show of her gaping cunt, and her arms dangling down.
She showed incredible fortitude and strength in pulling herself upward into a near-sitting position, although still upside down, in a desperate attempt to reach up to the rope that held her. The damage to her belly from the gunshot wound did not affect her control of her stomach muscles necessary for that move.
Her left ankle was far too high above her for her to succeed, but her valiant attempt made interesting video, particularly in the movement of her cunt it caused. The boat and the video drone helicopter were in position, cameras rolling, and the other drone craft moved dangerously close to her.
There were no rockets visible on its racks, but Tanya and Caitlin remembered that like the big craft, it too had its rotors armed with those vicious cutting edges. It appeared that Carmen remembered the edging of the rotors, because she twisted, writhed, and screamed at the top of her lungs when she saw it approaching her.
Tanya and Caitlin were so sickened by the deaths of the innocent college girls they had lured to this remote hell they agreed they could not watch anymore, particularly because of the horrible experiences they had already witnessed with the others, and knowing they would certainly be next.
Their resolve was honorable, but they were unable to keep their eyes down as they heard Carmen’s powerful screams. The small but deadly drone helicopter was moved closer to the suspended nude, its horrific razor-edged blades whirring closer and closer to her. They saw it buzz by her, and she attempted to twist to keep he eyes on it, but the rope that held her would not support her attempt.
Carmen could hear the engine of the small craft roaring so close to her but did not see it move in behind her. The first she knew of its position was a stunning kick at her dangling right wrist. It hardly hurt, but she was familiar with the effects of shock, and she raised her arm. She saw that her hand was missing!
She held the shortened arm in front of her face, staring in stunned disbelief at the blood spurting from the long stump of her forearm. She was oblivious to the threatening unmanned craft slowly circling and was only vaguely aware of it rising above her, then tilting forward slightly.
The whirling steel blades of the drone hit her free leg above the ankle, and with the same numbing kicking action, her right foot flew away and dropped toward the ocean. This was incredible! The men were taking off her extremities, butchering her before killing her, and it was horrifying, but was also unbelievably painless, at least so far.
Thinking about pain was a mistake. The pain hit her like a sledgehammer, from her arm first, followed quickly by a more severe, intolerable pain from the damaged leg. This was far worse than the pain she felt with the bullets that had nicked, burned, and penetrated her body. The pain was amplified by the incessant roar of the helicopter and the drone, and her racing thoughts were interrupted by a sudden…
BANG!
The blades of the drone hit her upper left arm so close to her shoulder that the entire limb flew away. The man at the control console on the ground was slowly butchering her, cutting off bits for the cameras. This is bloody insane! she thought, her mind madly processing a rush of sensations.
Images and indistinct thoughts filled her mind. She experienced everything in slow motion. I’m a woman, not an animal for slaughter! They wouldn’t treat an animal like this! They are enjoying my terror of anticipation, and the horror I feel with the violence, pain, and gore! Her mouth opened, she threw her head back, and with a single powerful ejection, she emptied her stomach.
BANG! The whirring blade slammed onto her right arm at the elbow, shortening the bleeding stump. ‘Jesus, that took away the pain,’ she thought, ‘my leg hurts so much I wish he’d hit it higher up.’ She could not believe this thought had originated in her mind. She wished the flying blades would do more severe damage.
‘What’s happening to my mind? Am I going crazy? This is not like scratching an itch!’ She stared at the drone helicopter, which hovered impassively in front of her. It was an evil thing, but it was only a machine. She saw the glass eye of the small video camera where a pilot should be. By staring at it she was staring into the eyes of the operator on the ground at the console.
The fixed wide-angle lens gave him a perspective for detail work he could not achieve viewing her and the machine from this distance. He was pleased to have this kind of intimate visual contact with the helpless female he was slowly killing like a master craftsman butcher.
He moved the deadly drone slowly, threateningly closer to her, and she involuntarily raised her footless leg as if to protect the other leg, from which she was suspended. He moved the blades in with deft control, and her wish was granted: the footless leg was now severed at the knee.
Carmen spread the stout stump of her right leg wide, presenting her cunt to the dreadful drone. Her mind had snapped. He passed on the invitation, and instead moved the miniature war bird down, and used the blades to whack off what remained of her right arm. She twisted and turned, writhing in either agony or ecstasy.
What motivated her bizarre dance was irrelevant. What was important was the stimulating gyrations of the severely amputated torso of the beautiful screaming nude. With blood spurting from three large wounds, she was likely to live for only a few more moments. All Tom had to do was keep the large helicopter steady over the buoy, his friend at the console on the ground did the rest.
Phil was at the controls, and he knew his business very well. Not only was he an accomplished helicopter pilot, but he also had hundreds of hours of experience with remote-control flying and had the added advantage of working summers at a slaughterhouse during his college years. He had a good sense of the physiology of pigs, which proved to be similar to women in the critical areas.
Phil moved the drone upward again, but did not, as at first appeared, go after the remainder of the dangling nude woman’s right leg. Instead he moved the blades in front of her and slit a deep gash through her large swinging right breast. Strands of pink and white tit meat, flecked red with blood, extruded from the gash, and she waved her short arm stumps in an obscene attempt to protect herself.
He skilfully brought the blurred spinning blades of the miniature helicopter into her side and deftly used them to slice through the screaming bitch’s stretched bacon. It was a delicate operation, and he cut just deep and wide enough to make a foot-long slice that parted to reveal her tight-packed tangle of guts inside her abdomen.
He backed the helicopter away from the dangling ripped woman to let nature take its course. The thick tight tangle of human shit-sausage pressed against the slowly spreading rip in the young woman, and as she gradually opened it began to bulge outward through the gash. Carmen now truly looked like a slender pig at slaughter, as her intestines began to work their way out of her to freedom.
666
Tanya and Caitlin were spellbound at the sight of the remarkable murder they were witnessing. These men were as ingenious as they were evil. The two party girls were astounded at the diversity and style of the string of merciless killings they were witness to. What diabolical scheme did the men have for their ending?
With all hope abandoned, they were now anxious to die, to put an end to the suffering, humiliation, pain, and degradation they were being made to experience. As her viscera slowly slithered out through the new opening in Carmen’s side, the drone moved in again and whacked off the remainder of her right leg.
It struck her right at the hip, leaving three very short stumps where limbs had been only several moments earlier. The helpless bitch was being violently amputated! Her head, the only remaining appendage other than the leg from which she swung, was bobbing and twisting wildly, as was her truncated torso.
This movement showed those watching, the half-butchered cunt was still alive and fighting. Three loops of her guts now dangled from her right side, the longest swinging nearly two feet past her head. The beautiful Carmen was now reduced to a living chunk of meat, and the men were not yet through with her.
Phil moved the drone with its deadly spinning blades up again toward Carmen’s good leg. Tanya and Caitlin thought he was going to cut it off, so that she would fall into the ocean, limbless and therefore unable to swim. Instead, he showed them how heartless, cruel, and sadistic he was.
He inched the machine closer, then when he made contact with the leg, he cut into the meat of her thigh, and slowly moved around the hanging girl, chopping away muscle but leaving the bone intact to support her. It was clear even to the two nude party girls who had been in on the bloody carnage since the beginning, watching from beside the helipad, that the last of the college bitches was now insane with the horrors she was experiencing.
She was also enormously weakened and in shock from her incredible torture. They wondered if she was still alive when at last the helicopter blades bit into and through her neck, freeing her head to tumble after her other severed extensions into the brine with the other college girl carcasses.
The boat moved over quickly and retrieved the severed head before it lost its buoyancy. They wanted to preserve a trophy of the cunt who had survived the shoot-out with Dawna. Carmen was at last dead and therefore completely immune to the deadly horrors of this helicopter hell.
The remaining party girls were now less repulsed as the drone helicopter’s deadly revolving rotor blades were used to slice through her waist, cutting her carcass cleanly in half. There was nothing worse they could do to the poor college girl. She, like the others, had been reduced to fish food.
When the drone helicopter was done its monstrous work, only her left foot remained attached to the rope, where it remained as the big helicopter returned to the pad. Tanya and Caitlin were shaking with fear and demoralized by the shocking horrors they had witnessed with the murderous war games.
They crawled into the cargo space of the helicopter and remained on their hands and knees as the long chains gripped in the ring of their rectums were pulled out the side doors and linked to the big hooks under the craft. The two beautiful nude party girls stayed kneeling, their breasts swinging freely beneath them.
Caitlin’s larger boobs were swaying like twin full udders of a cow as the craft vibrated with the surge of the engines, tilted, then lifted off on what they understood clearly to be the final ride of their lives. For once they were right. They watched in stunned silence the ground and the ocean receding beneath them, visible in panoramic splendor through the clear Lucite flooring of the helicopter.
The world suddenly looked very beautiful to the two nude party girls. They knew that it had been as beautiful while the seven young college girls who had been killed up here were going through their torment. These party girls had contributed to the horrible deaths of all but that stupid and immoral waitress by luring them here.
Both of the beautiful bitches felt responsible for the younger girls’ heinous deaths, and they were glad that it was soon to end for them, and at last they would die. By this point, they both believed their spirit had been broken, and now they hoped only for a fast and painless death.
The two stunning cunts did not yet fully understand or appreciate the psychological cunning of the men who had taken them captive and enslaved them to use in their heinous games of brutal and merciless slaughter. There was no reason for the two to harbor any hope, but because they were human, that tiny spark still burned on their hearts.
The feeling of responsibility for the deaths of the other girls they had lured up here ate at them, building their sense of anxiety on which the men depended. Their adrenaline was flowing, and they were now at the stage the men needed them to have reached to ensure they would give a stunning performance.
The big helicopter was climbing much higher than it had for most of the other girls, and they saw that, like on their first forced ride from that private concrete helipad, they were not going anywhere but up. They guessed correctly they were being taken back up to hover at an altitude of five thousand feet.
The girls had no idea why, because it was just as frightening to be just a hundred feet high. Their fear of height was accentuated by being able to see everything clearly, and they had discovered that being so high diminished their fear, by removing them from the immediate threat of the ground.
Dancing in mid-air suspended that first time by the steel plugs locked in their assholes, it was their precarious suspension, not the elevation that had terrified them. There was no way they were going to tell this to the men, or they might find themselves swinging from a lower but more frightening elevation.
There was no way they wanted to give the men who were holding them captive the satisfaction of elevating their terror even higher. At last, the craft completed its long climb, and when it hovered in place, Tom turned in his seat, slipping off his headset. His voice took on a gentle, direct, and personal tone.
“Your dildo-anchored chains were useful to keep you safely attached to the other girls during our games, but now we need to get those uncomfortable steel rods out of you somehow, don’t we?”
‘He’s as cool and smooth as an eel,’ Tanya thought. ‘The murderous sadistic bastard thinks he can sweet-talk us after all we’ve been through and seen.’
“But why not have some fun in the process?” he continued.
He turned to the men seated in the passenger area.
“Gentlemen?”
From the large wooden crates in the rear, two of the men produced a pair of large Super-soaker water guns. These were powerful compressed air-powered guns with large-capacity tanks on top.
They were the same as the one Andy had used to lubricate the asshole of Carmen. These large toy weapons were capable of sending out a continuous stream of water a distance of thirty feet for as long as ten minutes. It was suddenly abundantly clear what was expected of them.
“Caitlin, before this morning’s ride you were interested in some lubrication for your dildo, if you remember,” Tom said, with a new gleam in his eye. “Well, as you saw in preparing Carmen for her little ride, we filled these two water guns with a light-grade fuel oil like you said you wanted.
“Since you girls were so enthralled with the little contests we arranged for the others this afternoon, we’re going to let you have your friendly little competition to see which one of you can sufficiently lubricate your fellow performer with enough oil to get her dildo anchor out of her first.”
The girls were confused, and at the same time were shaking and trembling in terror. What were they expected to do now? How could they possibly pull the other’s dildo out? The steel shafts were packed inside their assholes as tight as they could get them. Their secure place inside the craft, sitting on the Plexiglas floor of the cargo area with the dildos up their asses and the chains attached to the long exterior beam, was tentative at best.
It would take only seconds to scuttle them out the door, and it was clear that was the men’s intent, since they had hooked their tail chains to the ends of the pole that ran across the bottom of the helicopter. There had been no winners to the competitions this afternoon, as even those who had won contests were now dead.
The object of each event, whether it was a competition, a battle, or a military weapons attack on a helpless victim, was to cause a horrible death to the nude women. These two nudes knew there was no other possible outcome, and they felt an incredible sense of total helplessness.
The helicopter being at this high elevation, the naked party girls knew they were expected to plunge to their deaths as others had done. The morning flight had been frightening, but this was deadly serious.
“This is going to be a terrific sport, and you two ladies will make great competitors,” Tom explained to them, “The game goes like this: we give you each a Super-soaker gun, the big squirt-guns, loaded with the light fuel oil, our special blend, which has excellent penetrating qualities, and should find its way through your tightly squeezed rectum to lubricate your dildo up inside your colon. Then we drop you outside to swing by your chains, as you did this afternoon. You do have a secure anal grip on your dildos, I hope!”
The girls were not impressed at his self-serving humor. They wondered how brave he’d be if he had to swing naked beneath the helicopter by a dildo up his ass.
“They’ve been in such a long time they should be quite secure, but don’t worry about the size you’re using, it’s too late for you to change them now. To make your little competition less restrictive, this time your limbs will be free, although you will need both hands to control your weapons!”
Tanya and Caitlin were numb with shock. Like the other two girls to swing by anal plugs, they were not only expected but required to kill each other. It was preposterous, but nothing was reasonable in this incredible odyssey.
“Using your high power squirt guns,” Tom continued, “You can apply as much of the oil as you can manage to your friend’s dildo, with the object being you want to help her slip off it. She won’t be too far away, so it should be a simple task to soak her ass in oil. It’s a long drop from here, but it will go quickly once you start to drop. The first one to hit the ground’s a rotten egg!”
The girls’ eyes bulged in horror as the big plastic guns were thrust into their hands. “We had planned to build a big safety net,” Tom said, “But we thought the game would be much more interesting without one, giving you girls stronger motivation to try to survive our exciting helicopter games.”
The girls were now upright on their knees and were forced to move toward the open side doors on either side of the craft.
“Anyway, from this altitude you’d just tear a big hole in a net, no matter how strong it was, making fresh diced meat of you. We know you’re both getting a bit tired of all this attention, so we promise this will be the last competition between you. To add variety, you. Can see we’re over ground now, not water.”
The girls looked back over their shoulders at each other, then at the oil-loaded squirt guns in their hands. They were in both shock, struggling to comprehend what they had just been told. Both were visibly trembling, although the afternoon sun had warmed the air at this elevation to eighty-two degrees. They were expected to enter into deadly combat, with the loser hurtling five thousand feet to her death.
God, it will take a full minute and a half to fall that far! Tanya thought. These men wanted them to try to kill each other, and there would be no end to the contest until one of them lost big time! This was worse than the fatal ladder competition between Adrian and Fern.
“By the way, ” Tom added as they were poised by the open doors, “If you choose not to participate, we’ll cut you both loose! I just have to pull a little lever and your chains will pop free. But before we do that, we’ll use you for target practice with a flame thrower. Not enough to kill you, of course. We’ll blast you with flame just enough to blister your skin, and maybe burn some holes in your meat. We would want to have you alive and kicking to experience your long fall.”
He paused for emphasis to let this sink in.
The girls were so spaced by their terror they needed extra time to absorb what he was telling them. They had not seen a flame thrower, but there was at least one case that had not been opened.
“The cameras on the ground are ready for a single or double plunge, it doesn’t matter to us, so how this little game ends is entirely up to you! Take the initiative, and you may not fall to your death. Now take those toys outside, and let’s have a good clean fight!”
With that comment, the girls felt the sudden contact of leather soles press against their bare lower backs, and they were suddenly shoved with a forceful kick once more to fly out into space.
It was deja vu, the feeling of reliving a terror more intense and dreadful than most women experienced in an entire lifetime. This time their short free-fall was also quite different. Both of the beautiful party girls were fairly confident they would not be jerked off their anal anchors when they hit the end of the chains.
On the other hand, they had sudden doubt as they flew toward the ground, having watched several other girls plummet to their deaths from high in the air. The doubt persisted until the chains jerked them to a sudden stop, and their dildos, although causing a considerable shot of pain with the sudden stop, were securely seated, intact in their colons.
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This time was different because their limbs were not bound but were free; this time they were armed with oversized high-tech water guns; and this time they each had the agenda to cause the other to slide off her dildo and plummet to her certain and horrible death. That was the only resolution to the horrific sport that would be satisfactory to the men who now totally ruled their lives.
While they had been startled the first time that the men would recklessly endanger their lives by pushing them out of the helicopter to dangle obscenely by anally anchored chains, the experience of having since watched seven horrific deaths of helpless nude females assured them there would be no leniency.
The last time they were kicked out the helicopter door they had not been certain as to how far the men would go with their terrible threats. What they now knew of the men’s perspective, death for one of them was the only acceptable outcome, and the sport would continue until that was achieved.
They were equally certain that the victor’s triumph, as sickening as it would be, would not save either her skin or her ass. Everything they saw drove home the point they had been flown up the coast to this retreat-turned-hell to become human meat in this high-tech orgy of organized woman slaughter.
There was no indication there would be any mercy extended to a female guest by their captors. The move from guest to slave had been rapid and irrevocable. They knew they were going to die, and were prepared for it. Their anxiety came from their knowledge that without a doubt they were not going to be allowed to go to their deaths easily.
In these horrific games, each of them was required to be implicated in the death of the other. That was how the devious minds of these ingenious male sadists worked. It was their coerced participation in the heartless killing of their friends that made them and their outrageous actions so interesting to their captors.
Tanya glanced down as she swung by the plug lodged securely in her ass and saw the ground cameras aimed upward, so far below them the male operators looked like insects. That was the only satisfying image she had of the men since she and Caitlin had first been forced to ram these big dildos into themselves.
It was hard to believe that was just this morning. The helicopter appeared to be positioned directly above the helipad, a mile above it. If either of them fell, they would not hit the ocean, but solid concrete! Not that it would matter. From this altitude, it would mean instant death either way.
Remembering Dawna’s headless plunge from a much lower altitude, and the way her headless body had split wide open on impact demonstrated that landing on water provided no comfort to the helpless victim. Either way, they clearly understood they would become hamburgers on impact.
Tanya saw the special SloMoCam positioned so that it pointed not upward at them, but instead in a horizontal position, pointed toward the helipad. Suddenly with a chill, Tanya realized it was there to document in its incredibly analytical way the slow disintegration of the nude body of whichever of them fell to her death. That solid concrete helipad was also the target.
She had seen a shot made with such a camera once, capturing in an impossibly slow ballet, the progress of a bullet as it penetrated a block of jelly in a ballistics lab. Although it was jelly, it had been prepared to be the same density of human flesh, so that what it demonstrated was how a body would react.
The short film lasted about twenty seconds but represented in real time less than a tenth of a second. It was incredible to see the bullet inching forward toward the perfect cube of red jelly, then setting forward shock waves as its tip pressed a dimple in the side of the soft block before beginning its penetration.
The surface of the jelly cube had rippled, and then the entire cube had bulged as the bullet worked its way through its mass, a block about the size of a human head. The similarity now reminded her of that terrible shot that had taken off Dawna’s head by blowing it apart, and she wondered if that same camera had recorded the beautiful co-ed’s explosive decapitation.
Tanya imagined what would happen to her body when it hit the concrete, then tried to imagine what it would be like to view the impact in extremely slow motion. Her stomach heaved, and in that instant, she resolved she would not be the one to die. What was more important, she realized that Caitlin would have to die in order that she live.
It was all now reduced to that simple equation. It was kill or be killed. She was going to have to cause the death of her best friend in order to survive that horrible death. She looked over at Caitlin, then raised her big squirt gun at the big craft overhead, screamed an obscenity, and fired it.
The helicopter was thirty feet above her, which was about the range of the gun, but with the downdraft from the big rotors the oil she shot upward made it less than halfway, then sprayed back down onto her. That had been an angry and senseless, not a calculated response.
She realized that doing any harm to the craft would kill them both anyway because if it went down they would also go down and hit the ground too hard to survive. That had been a stupid, desperate move. The men had worked this out very well. Her only option was to kill Caitlin. She could think of no others.
These ingenious men had made a lethal weapon out of a child’s toy. The small drone helicopter with the camera mounted in its nose moved up below them, shifted slightly to one side, then it settled at their level, no more than fifty feet away, hovering safely out of range of the butt-anchored girls’ oil guns.
Its camera was in a perfect position to capture the plight of the two nude women hanging by the plugs in their butts. Tanya was furious. She was completely helpless to do anything other than the bidding of her male captors. She was certain they would not hesitate to shoot them with the flame-thrower, then cut both of them loose to free fall to earth.
Their cameras would be as satisfied as if they had fought, with double the payoff. It was infuriating! They had escalated her anxiety to the breaking point. ‘I am not going to die,’ she thought, ‘not like this!’ She hated being trapped in a no-win situation. She did the only thing she could, and targeted her anger and frustration toward her blonde friend, and fired.
Tanya focused her anger on her friend’s daring. It had been Caitlin that had got her into the brazen hobby of seducing and fucking strangers. If it hadn’t been for Caitlin’s encouragement, she would have spent her evenings and weekends at the library, and be sitting home safely now with a good book.
Caitlin was to blame for them being here, hopelessly trapped into this terrifying and brutal game, and the bitch with the big tits and the insatiable clit would have to pay for this! Tanya was startled at the lack of control she seemed to have, not only over her fate but with something as fundamental as a squirt gun.
The force of the compressed air caused a powerful jet to spurt from the muzzle, but there was an equal and opposite effect on the person doing the shooting. The impact of the recoil would hardly be noticed if she shot while standing with her feet firmly planted on the ground, but swinging from a chain leading to her asshole she had little stability.
The effect of each squirt was significant and made shooting straight very difficult. The first long powerful squirt was wild, because she was having too much trouble holding the gun and squeezing the trigger to worry about aiming it. Adding to the complication was the fact both she and her human target were slowly twisting and turning in the downdraft of the big rotors.
Caitlin panicked when she realized her former pal was going along with the deadly game. “You fucking asshole!” she screamed at her friend, and she began returning fire with abandon. Caitlin felt particularly vulnerable because her dildo was smaller than Tanya’s, and although she worked out regularly to keep fit, she was not in shape the way her more athletic friend was.
She knew she was going to have to coat the wiry nude bitch in oil quickly, before the woman with whom she had shared so many good times had a chance to get too much oil onto her, and cause her to fall to her death. It was easy for Tanya, Caitlin guessed, having that big asshole that could accommodate a thick dildo.
Her only hope was that the ring of Tanya’s sphincter would not grip the chain hard enough to keep oil from seeping down into her rear slot. Tanya did her best to stay stable, and drew a careful bead on the hollow of Caitlin’s ass that housed her rectum. Oil running down her legs would mostly miss that cleft; a direct hit was ideal.
Spurt after spurt of the pressurized stream of oil missed, however, harmlessly hitting the swinging bitch’s legs or belly, or jetting harmlessly past her hips or between her spread thighs. Caitlin’s frenzied technique was achieving slightly better results, and that mostly by accident.
Her largely random but far more frequent blasts occasionally caught Tanya between the legs, and some of the oil found its way into the hollow between her buttocks to the puckered mound of her steel-stuffed anus. Further, the spray from Caitlin’s misses filled the air around Tanya, and the stinging penetrating liquid was getting into the beautiful brunette’s eyes.
Thinking coolly under pressure, as she had to in order to survive this bizarre competition, Tanya realized the best strategy would be to match Caitlin’s rapid rate of fire, but instead of aiming for the specific target tucked between her buttocks, it would be far more productive to sweep out a fan of oil toward Caitlin’s chain.
That way, the chain would catch a little oil on each pass, and the thin liquid lubricant would quickly work its way down the chain directly to the desired puckered target, to seep into the blonde’s tightly packed little asshole. Also, whenever Caitlin raised her legs to get a better angle on her, oil that hit the beautiful limbs would run down the inside of her thighs and gather in the pocket in which her anus was nestled.
Tanya had coldly detached herself from her relationship with the large-breasted young woman swinging twenty feet from her. She was starting, out of necessity, to see her friend in the way the men viewed women. Caitlin was now just a sex object, a human target to be hit, a challenge to be met.
Killing her was not an unconscionable criminal act of violence, but rather a goal to be achieved, with the admirable outcome of saving her own life. After all, Caitlin was trying to kill her, and her only avenue of defense under the circumstances was attack. With that mindset, she resolved to kill the gorgeous cunt, and to do so as quickly as possible.
The men watched the bizarre competition with interest. Of all the so-called “life or death” end-of-season football, basketball, or baseball games they had watched, nothing beat the real thing. This was a genuine, ongoing struggle between two fighters dedicated to killing, at the end of which one of the contestants would truly be dead.
Women fighting or defencelessly being attacked by miniature but deadly war machines was interesting, made a great video, and the college cunts and waitress had performed well, but this deadly competition between two friends was more exciting, and the outcome, so violently final for the loser, could go either way.
It was somewhat like the ladder game, or the paint and bullet gun game, but with a more focused approach. Either one of the ladies could win this contest, and it was possible both would fall. It was a win-win situation. The men could not lose. They had designed this outrageous competition perfectly.
With enough of the light-grade fuel oil properly deposited, both would slide off their anal anchors, but still there would be a winner; the last to fall. The men had picked favorites for the bizarre death fight, with most of them favoring Tanya to survive, and they had placed wagers on the deadly contest.
There was nothing more stimulating than to see women stretched to the limit, mentally and physically, with the ultimate stake of their very lives laid on the line. Such a contest was made even more exciting for the men, of course, when the combatants were beautiful, and nude young women.
These cunts were at the peak of their physical attraction, and were suffering gross sexual denigration in the process. This was, they believed, their best contest, and the women were performing with the desperation the men expected. With two friends dedicated to doing a kill, what could be better?
Caitlin’s uncontrolled blasts of oil were rapidly covering Tanya from head to toe with the slick brown liquid. The oilier she became, the more Tanya worried about losing her grip on the weapon, at which point she would be completely at the mercy of Caitlin, who would then be able to calm herself down and lubricate her to death.
For a moment the slim dark-haired girl started to panic, and she wasted several long blasts of oil that streamed into space past her target. A strange thought crossed her mind: they were high enough that there was no way snipers could be used to keep them on track. The men had a much more powerful weapon in the form of their flame-thrower and the quick release on their chains.
‘Holy fuck,’ Caitlin thought, ‘Being soaked in oil like this, a flamethrower will ignite me, and I’ll burn even when it’s fucking turned off!’
Tanya’s superior technique was starting to pay off. Caitlin’s pink skin, pale but now showing signs of too much-unprotected exposure to the sun, was largely free of oil, but a surreptitious stream was trickling down her inner thighs and along the large links of her chain, pooling in the hollow between her buttocks where the chain entered her anus.
The highly viscose liquid was gradually oozing into her, to work its way along the sides of her dildo. The spreading feeling of warm oiliness in her backside drove her to pump her trigger even more furiously, spattering Tanya everywhere, splashing her face, tits, belly and cunt, but not putting much oil where it counted most.
Ten minutes had elapsed since the girls had been brutally pushed from the stationary aircraft, and after all of the necessary exertion, Caitlin’s strained rectum was now on the verge of exhaustion. The less she was able to squeeze down on the dildo, the more easily the coating of killer oil seeped into her.
As the friction between steel and flesh diminished, the end of the rod began pushing harder at the closure of her anal sphincter. Now her colon provided little grip, and the oil-moistened but weary ring muscle of her tortured sphincter held her entire weight, nearly a mile in the air.
The pink oil-slicked flesh of her impossibly stressed asshole had finally been weakened by the incredible strain of bearing her entire weight for the second time in the day, and the failing ring muscle began to slowly roll out, surrendering to the remarkable pressure her one hundred and ten pounds had on its painful grip on the chain.
Still, the highly viscous oil came streaming down the thick chain as Tanya kept up her barrage of accurate shots. Tanya was getting better control of her weapon and was producing a steady stream of oil now. She saw with satisfaction the gradual failure of the big-breasted blonde’s rectum, and the sight of that cunt Caitlin’s slipping anal grip spurred her on.
She was going for a deliberate kill of her friend, and as her success became more probable, her excitement grew. This was no neutral person, but a woman close to her. She was surprised at how easily someone close to her could be switched from one extreme to the other. Her beautiful partner in sexual escapades was now reduced to prey, a target, a living object for her to kill.
Tanya’s objective was within reach. Slowly the broad end of the dildo began to emerge from its strained human containment. The excitement of the impending kill of the bitch she knew so well had Tanya near orgasm. Her cunt flared, and one of the overhead cameras caught the pulsing of the sexually aroused female organ.
The other camera aboard the helicopter zoomed in on Caitlin’s stretched anus to capture the gradual rebirth of the steel shaft from her colon, and the camera on the small drone helicopter provided another tight angle of the significant event in the battle of the beautiful bitches, including Caitlin’s gradual inadvertent shitting out of the steel plug while attempting to do the opposite.
The men had planned their documentation of the climax of the event well. Everything would be visible with the several camera angles they had arranged. The drama and images were excellent, and they knew that for years audiences would masturbate wildly as they viewed this part of the remarkable snuff film.
This was some of the best footage they had ever produced, and it would sell for a fortune. With disbelief, Caitlin felt the movement in her bowels that sentenced her to a horrible death. Her whole life, education, exercise regime, beautiful clothes, sexual skills, friendship, and good times with Tanya; all of that had been reduced to this: a losing battle with a rectal restraint one mile up in the sky for the entertainment of a handful of guys she had just met.
Worst of all, she was going to die because her best friend, who had worked so many penises and testicles to ejaculation repeatedly, now choose to play the men’s deadly game to save her ass! The thick shaft of the steel dildo, well warmed by its lengthy confinement inside her body, inched slowly but irrevocably out of her, picking up more lubricant as it slid from the grip of her rectum.
THE END OF CHAPTER EIGHT