Chapter 40: The Grinder (FFF nc tort v sn)

Sonja knelt down on the ground wearing nothing but a sweat-soaked t-shirt and a pair of safety goggles. The drill in her hand whined loudly as it screwed in the last heavy bolt into the concrete floor. Stone dust and metal shards flew in all directions, peppering her shirt and sending ripples along the drying blood that pooled between Betty's limp legs.

The bolt locked into place, driving the steel foot of the grinder tight against the floor. The drill let out a shrill whine before she released the trigger.

The silence was deafening but the drill continued to echo in her head.

Sonja leaned against the grinder as she stood up. Stone dust clung to her thighs as she shook out her shirt and enjoyed the cool air that rushed up between her skin and the fabric. The sweat on her stomach and pubes prickled slightly as she fanned herself.

On the far side of the grinder, sitting on the washer, Meris had one hand between her legs and the other cupping her small breast. She let out soft moans while she jammed two fingers in and out of her shaved sex. The smell of her excitement mixed in with the scent of blood, dust, and sweat.

Sonja smiled at her and wiped the sweat off her brow. "There you go, that thing won't move."

She glanced up at the twelve foot high ceiling. It was enough to dangle Betty over the grinder. Sonja had installed a large pulley she found underneath the workbench above the grinder and then a second one a few feet over. A thick rope dangled from both pulleys and there was a short length of a two by four holding the grinder end a few inches above the shiny metal.

Inside the grinder, there were three bars with circular blades. The thick metal glistened with a fresh coat of oil from when Meris' father last cleaned it. Sonja knew that the blades were strong enough to pulverize a wooden spoon she had accidentally dropped into the grinder a few months ago. It would do short work of Betty's perfect body.

Sonja smiled to herself and glanced at the blonde cheerleader. Days of hanging from her wrists had taken their toll. Her head drooped low, the dirty strands of her hair plastered against the blood and grime that covered her. Dust from the ceiling, dried blood, and even tears smeared almost every inch of her body. Tiny spasms shook her frame, rippling from the bloody gash between her legs and coursing up her body in slow motion. Her nether lips were swollen from abuse, each one bruised and covered in bloody.

Looking over her nemesis, Sonja's heart quickened. There was something about the almost broken girl in front of her that set Sonja's pussy on fire. The shudders and visible pain were like tiny orgasms, each one echoed as a wave of pleasure that rushed along Sonja's veins as the sweetest of drugs.

Betty had never looked so beautiful.

"Is it time?" asked Meris, her voice dripping with lust.

Betty lifted her head slowly, her bloodshot eyes glaring as she focused on Sonja.

A thrill of pleasure raced along Sonja's nerves. She moaned and pressed on hand against her pussy. She wasn't surprised how easy it was to slide her finger into her slit and caress her clitoris. The thought that Betty didn't have one anymore brought a tiny orgasm rippling through her body.

Sonja stepped forward. "Yes, love, I think it's time."

Meris slipped off the washer and rushed over, her bare feet smacked against the ground. She slipped her arms around Sonja and pressed her thin body tight. Her nipples were hard and her body smelled of sex and excitement. "How are we going to do it?"

Sonja watched Betty carefully as she said, "I'm going to dangle her over the grinder and slowly lower her in. If we're lucky, it will take a long time before she dies."

"It doesn't matter, I just want to see that cunt's eyes when she goes."

"You will."

There was a brief flash of emotion in Betty's eyes. It was almost like a transformation as tension returned to her body. She pulled herself up. It would have been dramatic if Betty didn't have to pant for breath in the process. She swayed back and forth. "It won't work."

Sonja smiled. While she was bolting the grind onto the basement floor, she thought about Betty's fate. The blonde's words had echoed inside her heat repeatedly. Betty was a cannibal but there was no doubt that a small part of her knew that there was a chance she would be on the grill herself.

If Sonja had moved to Dolcett County, she would have the same risks. It didn't matter how good she was at butchering, Perro had mentioned it would take a while before she was "safe".

"Why won't it work?" asked Meris.

"The rope looks good, but you'll be dangling over the grinder when you try to cut out the bone. It would only take a good kick before that fat tits of yours are in the grinder."

A shiver scraped along Sonja's nerves. She could almost imagine her breasts in the grinder, she did almost every time she used the grinder. But this time, it was more than just an imagination that excited her; she had already thought of Betty's response.

"We aren't going to bone you."

"We aren't?"

"You aren't?" Betty's voice was incredulously. She shook her head. "You aren't?"

Outrage burned in Betty's eyes. The muscles in her arms and chest tightened and she pulled herself up.

Sonja shook her head and smiled broadly, her heart beating rapidly with anticipation. She leaned back against the grinder and ignored the sharp edge against her back. She pulled Meris to her, enjoying the sweat-slicked skin of her lover grinding against her. "I'm going to grind you, bones and all."

"You can't do that!" gasped Betty.

Meris gasped and looked up at Sonja.

Sonja glanced at her and then back at Betty. "Why not?"

"You can't ruin me in that fucking grinder!"

Meris slipped her hand across Sonja's hips and down between her legs. She curled one finger up against Sonja's pussy and it slid deeply.

Sonja had to struggle not to fuck her pretty lover right then and there. Instead, she focused on Betty who was regaining her fire as she tugged on her binds.

"No, no, you can't do that?"

"Why not? Were you thinking we were going to cut you up and let you die easily?"

"No, I---"

"Oh," Sonja said with a smile, "you were getting all lubed up with the idea of being a meat girl. Dinner for us? A pretty piece of ass on our grill?"

Betty's lips clamped tightly together.

"I bet you passed the time thinking about us eating your cooked little cunt before making out on your corpse?"

Meris moaned softly. "I was."

Sonja kissed her lover. "So was she?"

Meris pouted.

With another kiss, Sonja whispered to Meris. "There is plenty of other meat in the freezer. You said you want her to scream, she will scream for you. Long, pretty little screams."

"You fucking bitch," Betty snapped.

Sonja smiled. "Come on, you asked for this. You had a choice."

Pushing herself off the grinder, Sonja headed over.

Betty kicked out, lashing out with surprising strength. It was a wild kick but Sonja could feel the air rushing past her.

It didn't much effort to slip around Betty's legs. Sonja slammed her fist up between the blonde's legs. Her knuckles slammed against the girl's bloody labia, crushing flesh against the pubic bone.

Betty's kick stopped in mid-air. Slowly, her eyes widened and then a long, broken wail rushed past her cracked lips.

Sonja answered by pulling back and punching her again, this time centering her knuckles against the bloody wound where Betty's clitoris used to be. The squelch of the impact shook both of them: Sonja with a tiny orgasm and Betty with bolt of agony.

The wail cracked again. Betty's eyes were almost popping out of her head as her lips opened up widely, but no air came in or out of her lips.

"What was that?" Sonja said before she punched Betty again in the cunt. "Where is spit and yelling?"

Another punch, this one almost hard enough to crack bone.

Betty's legs jerked up, but there was no strength left.

"You are a fucking cunt, Betty, do you know that? You are nothing but---"

A punch slammed Betty's hips against the wall.

"---a hunk of---"

Sonja drew back. Her knuckles were dripping blood. She grunted and swung her fist back in, crushing Betty's ruined pussy with the powerful blow. The impact sent a flash of pain up Sonja's arm, but she pushed past it in the rush of beating her nemesis.

"rotted meat that hurt---"

Sonja hammered her fist against Betty, slamming her hard as she punctuated each word with a powerful blow that left both of them shaking.

"My! Fucking! Meris!"

When Sonja pulled her fist back, the Betty's blood had coated every inch of her hand clear up to her wrist.

Betty jerked violently, her mouth opening and closing but no sounds coming out. Her legs were limp against the wall as fresh rivers of blood poured down both of her thighs.

"And now," Sonja said with a gasp, "I'm going to treat you as nothing more than a rancid cunt. Spoiled meat barely fit for feeding to a dog!"

She slugged Betty twice in the stomach.

Meris let out a gasp of an orgasm as the blows struck. Her knees came up, but it was a feeble attempt to protect herself. The splatter of blood filled the basement room, adding its coppery scent to the sweat and sex.

When Sonja unhooked Betty, there was no resistance. Her chains rattled loudly before Sonja wrapped her hand around them and then she pulled the blonde toward the grinder.

Betty's body was limp as she stretched out along the ground. Her limbs scraped against the concrete ground and scraped through the puddles of dried blood, dust, and dirt.

At the grinder, Sonja threw Betty against it with a grunt.

Betty hit it with a meaty thud and slid down, her head lolling to the side. After a second, she tried to lift her hands up. The chain thumped against her chest, rolling down her stained breast before puddling against her bloody sex.

Heat pummeled Sonja from the inside. She could feel her juices dribbling down her inner thighs as she reached up and grabbed the rope above the grinder. It was thick with an oily feel. She had an S-hook on the end of it. Each end of the hook had a spring latch that would make it impossible for Betty to escape without help. After days of hanging in the basement, Sonja doubted that she had enough strength to pull free.

It only took a moment to clip the hook on Betty's wrist chains.

Betty looked up at her through her matted hair. "You will ruin everything."

The broken whisper only added to Sonja's excitement. Sonja leaned closer and smiled. "You aren't going to be a pretty meal, Betty. You aren't going to get fucked until you are delirious with orgasms before being spitted. I read that book Perro gave me, I know what you want."

Betty's eyes widened at Perro's name.

"You are going to end up a mangled hunk of meat that not even a dog will eat."

Tears shimmered in Betty's eyes.

"All those meals you told me about, when you were thinking how close you were to being lovingly snuffed? The rush when your number wasn't called? They aren't going to happen again. You are going to die down here, in a dirty basement."

One tear rolled down Betty's cheek.

Sonja kissed the tear away. "You hurt her, you know? Everything up to this point is because you hurt my Meris."

Betty's body trembled. Her breasts rose and fell for a long time. And then a single nod.

Sonja smile in approval and stood up. She grabbed the other rope and pulled. It ran through the two pulleys and Sonja easily lifted Betty off the ground.

As rope pulled Betty up, Betty's senses came back. She managed to struggle to her feet before the rope pulled her, but the fight didn't start until the rope drew the chain taut and her feet were pulled from the ground. Betty's cries rose up as Sonja continued to haul her up. Her feet lashed out, bouncing on the grinder before she was lifted above it and her body swung free.

Meris let out a cry of passion from behind Sonja. The wet sounds of fingers plunging into her pussy filled the room, drifting in and out of the Betty's hoarse screaming and the clink of chains.

Sonja looked at her lover. Meris has positioned herself against the bloody wall beneath the brackets to hold up their victims. She had her legs splayed apart and one hand buried between her legs, moving frantically. Splatters of clear juices sprayed the ground underneath her.

Meris panted loudly and nodded, her lips working silently.

It was just like when Sonja was butchering. Meris sat on the end of the table on the far end of the room and watched with a blush on her cheeks. It was the same now, only Meris didn't have any clothes and she was jilling loudly.

"I love you," Sonja said.

Meris gaped helplessly, her hand moving faster.

Heart beating faster with lust herself, Sonja turned back to Betty.

Her victim was trying to reach the edges of the grinder with her feet, no doubt to brace herself.

Sonja shook her head. She looped the rope around a nail to keep it in place and then walked to the grinder. As she did, she pulled her t-shirt over her head and freed her breasts to the cool air of the basement. Her nipples were achingly hard as she grabbed one of Betty's ankles and then the other, tying her shirt around them to bind her in place.

Betty managed to kick Sonja in the side of the head, but fingernails in the insole brought a fresh scream out and stunned Betty long enough to tie the shirt tight and ensure that Betty would be fed straight into the grinder.

The sounds of Betty's screamed filled the air, echoing against the walls. She twisted and writhed on the ropes. The strain was evident on her arms and shoulders, they looked like they were about to dislocate. With her position, her perfect breasts were pulled tight against her chest with only the lines of dried blood marking her formerly perfect tits.

Blood splattered into the grinder, splashing on the freshly oiled and sharpened blades.

Sonja stepped forward and turned it on.

The whine of the grinder filled the air. It was a low rumbling from the electric motor, but the hiss of blades running against each other filled the air with a heavy pulse.

Betty's eyes bugged out. She tried to pull herself up, but her legs trembled before she slumped down. Again and again she danced on the rope, screaming out shrilly as she tried to escape the grinder underneath her.

Sonja grabbed the rope. Cupping her pussy with one hand, she pushed her fingers against her clitoris. She was hot and wet, there was no friction. At the first touch against her aching knot of pleasure, she came. It was a hard and fast one that seared through her veins like liquid gold.

"Fuck you!"

Sonja smiled and relaxed her grip enough for an inch or two of rope to slip through her palm.

Betty yanked up her feet as the wind from the grinding blades tickled her soles. "Fuck you to hell, you fucking cunt!"

Sonja curled two fingers into her sopping cunt, nestling her clitoris on both sides. Her eyes focused on Betty's bloody crotch. The memory of ripping Betty's tiny clitoris from her body brought another pulse of an orgasm, a short, brutal one that shook her legs.

She leaned forward, gasping, and let the rope slip through her hand. She clamped down on it when Betty was only inches away from the blades.

"Fuck fucking---"

Sonja lifted the arm holding the rope slightly.

Betty's feet dipped into the grinding blades. There was a splatter of blood and then the highest pitched scream Sonja had every heard her in her life. It was an agonizing wail that rose high enough to break glass. Betty yanked her feet up.

Blood poured from her feet where the blades had stripped flesh away from her soles. Hunks of flesh dripped off her feet, splattering down before being shredded into oblivion by the blades.

Betty inhaled while screaming, her voice cracking violently. The tension in her body was obvious, every muscle was tightened into agony and she swung back and forth, splattering the ground with her blood.

Meris came loudly, screaming in pleasure.

Sonja panted as she watched Betty swinging back and forth. Her pussy clamped down on her fingers with her own orgasm, but she didn't feel the crest of pleasure or the pop. Instead, it was just a overwhelming rush of ecstasy that burned in her veins and raced along her skin.

"You--- fuck---" and then nothing but screaming.

Sonja staggered back until the dirty brick wall dug into her spine. She stared in lust as Betty danced in the air, trying to keep her feet away from the grinding blades.

She panted as she watched for the inevitable when Betty's strength left her.

It didn't take along. The bound feet dipped low for just a moment but it was enough to drop into the grinding blades. There was a wet tearing sensation and Betty crunched up again. Urine splattered down among the fresh blood.

Seconds later, Betty's strength failed again and her feet fell into the grinder. The wet ripping noise, the sound of flesh being peeled away, and along with the crunch of bone shattered, sent another bolt of pleasure coursing through Sonja.

The smell of burned flesh and fresh meat filled the air. It was intoxicating and overwhelming.

Betty cried out, twisting violently. She tried to pull her ruined feet from the grinder, but the strength seemed to have left her. She could only pull up her mangled feet for a few seconds before they were dropped back into the blades.

Sonja let another inch of the rope slip through her hands. The wet crunch of bone punctuated Betty's high-pitched scream. Sonja's t-shirt was yanked into the blades and quickly came out of the other end as a bloody hunk of fabric.

Her scream cracking, Betty managed to lift up one managed leg. There was nothing but a bloody hunk of meat at the end of her leg. She flailed for the edge, but she couldn't catch. It left a crimson smear on the metal before she fell back into the grinder.

Gasping with the overwhelming pleasure, Sonja clawed at her pussy, scraping against her clitoris. The pain and pleasure was more than she could handle, her heart was beating painfully in her chest, slamming against her ribs as she lost herself in one unending orgasm.

Sonja let more of the rope go down. The crunch brought another surge of pleasure. She pulled it up just to look at the managed ends of Betty's perfect legs. The pale flesh ended at tore skin, ripped muscle, and the splintered ends of her legs.

Betty's cries broke down, her vocal cords torn apart from the noise. She still made noises, but it was a gurgling rush that came out of her blood-flecked lips. She twisted and tried to pull her legs up, Sonja could see the muscles flexing, but nothing came up.

She twisted violently, shaking her hips back and forth. It gave Sonja a beautiful view of a perfect ass, destroyed pussy, and clenching muscles. Every second was a picture of a woman trying to survive but knowing that she was doomed to die.

With a smile, Sonja let more of the rope through her palm. She kept it steady as she felt Betty into the grinder, orgasming constantly as the blonde began to disappear into the blood-splattered machine.

Betty continued to twist and writhe and scream as the blades took her up to her knees. Every inch was an intense orgasm and Sonja drew it out for as long as she could, but she knew that blood loss would kill Betty fast enough so she continued to lower the blonde steadily into the grinder.

The blades tore through flesh and bone. Before she knew it, Sonja realized that they were up to Betty's cunt. Blood, hunk of flesh, and slivers of bone had shot out everywhere, coating the floor, walls, and ceiling in Betty's no-longer-perfect body.

Sonja had to use two hands to pull the rope, it was too slick to hold it with one hand. When she lifted, she stared at the remains of Betty's crotch. The blades had torn one leg free and there were veins and arteries spurting blood everywhere, along with the ends of her pelvis and strands of tendons and muscles. The other had been cracked and shredded up to the joint. Despite the damage, Sonja could see the gaping hole where Betty's pussy used to be. Now, blood poured out of the gaping wounds and splattered off shreds of flesh that used to be her labia.

Curls of ground meat poured out on the ground, coiling like intestines in a hunk near the drain. It didn't look like clean meat, not with splinters of bone still sticking out of it. It also sat in a puddle of blood and other fluids. Ruined meat that would be fit for even a dog.

Sonja moaned as she leaned into the rope, lifting Betty higher in the air. The sight of Betty's destroyed body was erotic and intense, a fitting end for the blonde bitch who hurt her Meris. She relaxed her grip on the rope and fed Betty back into the grinder, enjoying every inch of quivering flesh that disappeared into the killing blades.

Betty's face drew Sonja's attention. Her mouth was open, but no sounds came out. Blood poured out from both sides of her lips, smearing across her face like ruined makeup. She worked her jaw helplessly as her eyes stared at the ceiling. Sonja didn't think she saw anything more, her vision forgotten in the agony of her body being slowly torn apart.

Her breasts were heaving, but it was the fast panting of a creature about to die more than the rise and fall of a lover. They were almost at the end and both of them knew it.

Sonja watched as the tears sheeted down Betty's face. Each one sparkled in the air as they dripped off her chin and into the mangled flesh beneath.

Thousands of teeth tore into Betty's pelvis, shattering her hips and tearing into her spine. Hunks of bloody flesh splattered out of the grinder; Sonja thought she recognized some of the ones from Betty's sex, before raining down across the room. The pieces that struck Sonja were still hot and slick as they rolled down her body, adding to the pleasure like a thousand wet fingers touching her at once.

Sonja lifted Betty out but there was more resistance before. When she peered closer, she saw that the blades had caught on Betty's intestines and organs and were rippling them clear of her body, tearing apart everything before squeezing it out the other hand.

"F-Fu... Fuck..."

Sonja came at Betty's last words but the sentence never came. The light in Betty's eyes was rapidly fading, glazing over as the grinder tore into her diaphragm and shredded her lungs and heart.

Sonja stared directly into Betty's bright blue eyes until she felt Betty seeing her. "You hurt my Meris."

She let the rope slip from her hand.

The grinder tore through Betty's heart and sternum, killing her almost immediately. The blonde's face twitched and grimaced, but Sonja didn't know if she was gone quite yet. She repeated herself to Betty as long as their eyes met.

Betty's head sank into the grind. The whine of the blades rose to a higher pitch as it crunched through Betty's skull. Hunk of brain and hair flew for a moment before the blades returned to their normal pitch.

Her nemesis was gone.

Meris was avenged.

Sonja released the rope and sank to the ground. The bricks scraped at her back, but she didn't care. She writhed as the orgasm continued to tear through her body, ripping through her senses until the only thing she could feel was pleasure. She couldn't see, she couldn't touch, all she could do was lose herself in the endless waves of ecstasy that assaulted her mind and body.