As she regained consciousness she realised she was hanging by her wrists, her legged spread by the painful metallic bar I had placed between her ankles. She had no idea where she was, yet the smell of decay and filth seemed to permeate everything around. I savoured the idea of what she must have been thinking. She knows that I will fulfill her desires, and also many of my own. I will push her to new levels, and she still has no idea in what ways I will inflict my desires on her.
In the next moment I walked close to her, she became motionless again. She was aware I was near but everything was still and silent. Then in the next moment it began. Blows from all directions, sometimes hard and blunt, other times with a fist or the sharp crack of a belt or strap. It stopped as suddenly as it had started, but in the next second I gave the hardest blow to her pussy, which knocked her flat to the ground, before I took a knife, and cut, barely missing her clitoris, followed by a blunt rubber police baton hard into her anus. With my left hand I pulled her head back by her hair as this happened, sometimes grabbing her face and choking her, stopping her breathing.
The blood from her pussy was flowing hard now as I began to fuck her, I would occasionally stop to enjoy the blood pouring over my cock, before fucking her even harder, stretching the wound more and more with each thrust. She could do nothing, her hands still tied above her head, her ankles spread. My hand soon also became covered in blood, so I showed her the amount of blood, tasting it and running it over my face and into my mouth.
I then turned her over, I wanted to see her breasts, her stomach, her bleeding pussy. I looked at her nipples, and began to imagine the pain I could inflict on them. I lifted her back on to the hook so she was hanging again, and walked over to a candle burning nearby. This was not paraffin wax, the type you find in any shop, this was beeswax. This kind of wax has a much higher melting point than normal wax and will burn the skin if it is applied. I began to run the candle under her breasts just teasing her, before brutally and in a single instant splashing the boiling wax onto her breasts, she screamed, twisting and turning from the pain. But I knew this was just the beginning. I waited for her to stop struggling again and began to scratch and pull at her nipples, before ripping away the first piece of wax leaving a wound where the flesh had been torn away.
I decided to enjoy ripping the other pieces from her body as the time moved on, for now she looked so clean and I wanted to see her covered in her own filth. I pushed her to the ground again, I began to throat fuck her hard, pushing the police baton into her mouth and hard down her throat, first the baton then my cock. As she puked I pushed her back by her throat so the vomit ran down over her body and the vest and torn panties she was wearing. The puke began to mix with the blood around her pussy so I placed a dog bowl under her, which began to catch the blood and puke, and I ordered her to piss. She seemed to struggle but I told her if she didn’t I would cane her until she bleed more. A slow trickle began, but hardly enough, so I decided to add to her attempt, so I filled the bowl with my own piss and soft scat.
Now I forced her down to the floor and ordered her to drink the piss, blood, scat and vomit mixture. She began to cry and just looked at it, but again I warned her that her punishment would be far worse if she disobeyed. She began to lick and sip at the dark liquid, so I put my foot on her neck and forced her head into it, so her hair and face were covered. I began to beat her with the baton telling her to hurry up. She began to drink and hold the slimy mess in her mouth, and swallow each mouthful. Eventually, she finished all of it, but I wasn’t finished yet I wanted to see her degrade and cover herself. I held the baton over her head and told her to force her throat on to it and puke up the scat mixture. It seemed to come easily this time and the liquid flowed out of her mixed with more of the contents of her stomach.
She looked totally ready now, covered in her own filth and bleeding from her pussy and breast. I dragged her to the toilet, a dark yellowing hole, and pushed her face into the water while I fucked her in the arse. I pissed inside her, while pushing her into the water until she was nearly unconscious again. Then I pulled her up holding her off the floor and pushed her against the mirror with all my force, the glass cracked and spilt and I began to fuck her more against the broken glass until her back began to bleed, and tears flowed down her cheeks again. I let her go, and she dropped to the ground, twisted from her restraints and left the room.
A few moments later I came back to the room with a large suitcase with wheels. Opening it I said, “get in”, she looked at me not knowing if I was serious, so I reminded her that I don’t joke about such things. She crawled over as best she could and I put a sack over her and pushed her into the case, zipping up the sides. The time that past as I transported her through the streets must have inspired all sorts of images in her mind. Especially as I lifted the case into the boot of a taxi, the driver unaware of what was inside. When I arrived at the club the owner was already expecting me, I had arranged things days before. He pointed to a door at the back of the entrance area, so I dragged the case through into a large dark room. All around I could see my audience in the half-light, some of whom were already shifting in their seats wondering what I had brought for them. I unzipped the case and dragged the sack to the middle of the space, and as I revealed her to them asked all of them to take turns in spitting on her. Some just spat in her face and on her body, while other spat beer over her.
The audience became more and more excited and this got me harder and harder, seeing her totally humiliated. I took one of the bottles from a man sitting close by and began to force it into her arse until she screamed. She lay there barely moving, so I stood her up against the wall and took out a bullwhip, I walked back to get a good distance for the whips length and asked the crowd what I should do with her, “make her dance”, someone shouted out, so I ordered her to please the crowd. She started to move weakly and every time she stopped or faltered I slashed her with the whip, leaving deep red welts across her torso. I made her dance and tease the men and women watching her until she finally fainted. Her pale form looked so tantalising covered in red slashes and the filth of hours of pain and torment.
A crowd began to form around her, men began to play with themselves and women leaned over her excitedly. I instructed the men into a circle and the women to face out towards the men their backs to our young victim. I then instructed the women to crouch over her and shit all over her, while the men pissed onto the women and as they did.
As I left, the last image I saw was at least twenty men and women of all ages forms and types - some disgusting to look at, others with a feeling of being out of their depth, others still an animalistic quality - all covering her body and filling her mouth with piss and shit. As the door swung shut and I walked back out into the night I smiled and thought to myself, “Happy Birthday”, she wanted a night to remember...
