Chapter 6. Party Pooper.


Under the celebratory circumstances, the family had decided to share the decisions as to what to do with the captive. Bob wanted to continue his original scheme, and Emma had decided to redirect her frustrated plans for Kasia onto the fresh meat. Kasia, too was given a say in matters. Conveniently, none of their ideas seemed to conflict, and so they eagerly set about business.

The happy family traipsed back to the Arena. Rachael had come around, and was lying where they had left her. Deep underground, it was quite warm, and heat from the lights meant that the three could strip naked without feeling the chill. In view of the much anticipated splatter, being nude was the most practical option anyway.

The first job was to prepare Rachael for the forthcoming entertainments. They tightly bound her wrists to a length of scaffolding pole, about two feet apart. Then they did the same with her ankles. Rachael didn't have much to say about this, a broken jaw has that effect on some people. Then they attached cables to the poles, and between the walls, with the hand winch fixed to tighten the cables as desired. Thus they could use the winch like a medieval torture device to stretch their victim out.

They looked down on the hapless meat girl. "Mmm, nice rack," Emma joked, and they all laughed at the double entendre.

Rachael didn't seem to be much in the mood for partying, and typically, it was Emma 'the people person' who set to attend to her blues with one of her little pep-talks.

"It's normal to feel a bit shy at these kinds of gatherings," she said smoothly, "The best thing is to jump straight in. But to be honest darling, you're not really dressed for the occasion. Let's get you out of those fuddy-duddy jimjams so you can show a little flesh."

Emma strolled over to the cage of tools, and returned with the chainsaw. "This oughta do it. Probably best if you hold still." Emma fired up the saw. Rachael's screams of protest could be heard over the noise of the rasp of the two-stroke motor. With great skill and delicacy Emma used the saw to pop the buttons from Rachael's PJs. "See that's much better now!"

Rachael was sobbing, her front was completely bare, apart from the bra which was supporting her mountainous cleavage. Next Emma pulled down the girl's PJ bottoms, and straddling her, took her hunting knife and cut away the remaining rags from her legs, leaving her naked from the waist down.

Thus denuded, Rachael felt even more vunerable than before, even though she thought that if they were going to use a chainsaw on her, it would hardly make much difference. Then suddenly, she could feel cold steel pressing against the side of her clit. Not being able to see what Emma was doing, she instinctively gasped and moved away from it. Emma found with a little knife play, she could make her squirm this way and that with ease. "Dancing already! I can see you're going to be the life and soul of the party!"

Emma laid down on Rachael's body, and started unilaterally making out with her, kissing her passionately, fondling her milk jugs and slipping a couple of fingers into her fleshy crack. Rachael protested, shrieking at the violation.

"Well you're quite something," Emma declared as she got to her feet, "I'm sure you're going to have no problem scoring. Maybe you'll find someone here to spend the rest of your life with."

Bob and Kasia looked on, impressed at Emma's masterclass. Emma then wheeled the trolley over and started unloading the tools next to Rachael. "I expect you like a guy with a big chopper," she teased as she hefted the axe. Emma watched as Rachael's horrified eyes followed it's every move. She laid it down near her head with a clatter.

"And what girl doesn't like a good pounding from time to time?" This time showing off the sledgehammer. "Oh there's two of them! Twice the fun!" She laid the two hammers next to the axe. "Oh! an anvil, you're going to have a smashing time, I'm sure!"

"I think we should plan this out a bit," said Bob, practical as always, "So we can all get maximum enjoyment. After all, this party could go on all day."

"And all night!" added Emma.

"But your plans never work out," Kasia pointed out perceptively. [Editor's note: Blame the author.]

"Well that's lucky for you, isn't it, my little lamb?" Emma said, licking her lips.

Kasia piped up, "Oh, mum, please don't start that again." More hilarity.

"Don't worry, pudding pie, you're safe for now. Looks like there's plenty of meat to go around. Of course, if we run out…" She reached for Kasia, zombie-like, and Kasia ran, squealing and giggling.

"General non-fatal raping and torture first," suggested Bob, "followed by the more destructive fun and games, then we'll do the butchering, and lastly the splatter-fest and snuffing."

"We should have music!" Kasia declared.

"And wine!" added Emma.

"Okay, slave-girl," said Bob, "go fetch that boom-box from the lounge, and any alcohol you can find. There's a box of weed on the table. And bring some snacks! And be quick cos we're getting horny."

Soon the party was in full swing. Bob had fetched an old sofa from the garage, and music from Bob's eclectic playlist was filling the Arena.

# [Now playing: Woman – The Anti-Nowhere League]

The happy family was sitting on the couch, drinking and laughing. "So who's horny?" asked Bob.

Of course everyone was, with that treat laid out in front of them, who wouldn't be?

"I think we should let Kasia go first," said Emma.

"Yay!" came the expected response, "But how?" She looked up and down the sexy slab of meat. "Oh, I got an idea."

She grabbed the lube, and squatted at Rachael's feet. A minute later she was fucking the girl's big toe. "Mmm, yummy."

"Very creative!" encouraged Bob.

"It's okay," agreed Kasia, "but she's not wriggling enough."

"Let me help," offered Bob.

# [Iron Man – Black Sabbath]

Then he found a ten-inch spike, and with a metallic pounding he used a lump hammer, to drive it through the side of Rachael's foot, just below the ankle, leaving a few inches of steel on either side. Once the screams had subsided, Kasia resumed her unorthodox pleasuring.

Grabbing the spike with both hands she could pull the toe in and out of herself, making the technique much more effective.

Then she gave the spike a sudden twist, and the big girl yelped and bucked. She couldn't pull her leg away from the pain, being as she was stretched out by the cables, but her involuntary muscle spasms sent tantalizing waves rippling along her legs and body, making her tummy and breasts jiggle. Kasia moaned in pleasure, and found this set up to be very satisfactory.

Bob was transfixed by the wobbling cleavage in front of him. Soon he had straddled the woman, facing Kasia, and was tit-fucking her joyously. Every time Kasia twisted the spike, another heaving wave of jiggling pleasure enveloped his manhood. Bob didn't know where to look, and so alternated his gaze between Rachael's sensual rippling belly and Kasia's lithe thrusting form.

It wasn't long before Kasia's juices were flowing, she had been horny all day, and the novelty and excitement had been to much for her. But it still wasn't enough, she wanted to feel something deep inside her. "Bob!" she cried desperately, "I need you!"

Bob was hardly one to pass by a damsel in distress. Picking Kasia up bodily, he threw her over Rachael's stomach, so Kasia was presented to him, bent over backwards, then thrust himself deep into her wet, twitching pussy. It was a comfortable arrangement, using the big girl as a kind of moaning, pulsating pillow.

Then Emma got in on the act, taking over from Kasia in the toe-fucking and spike-twisting role, causing Rachael's heaving gasps of agony and convulsions to raise the heat for them all.

Bob was first to score, pumping his load into Kasia's ecstatic young pussy, causing her to climax in sympathy. She gripped his cock in her muscular hole, not wanting it to stop.

Bob was done. The two ladies in his life hadn't finished though, and giving each other a look of silent understanding, leapt at one another. Emma feverishly reached for her double ender, while they frantically kissed each other, and grappled at each other's breasts, caressing nipples, while straddling the poor girl below them.

Soon they were fucking deliriously, while Bob collapsed onto the couch, swigging at a beer and enjoying the show of his girls in action, and deciding how to best to avail himself of this hunk of flesh next.

Soon he was joined by the girls. They were sharing a spliff and giggling, as they perused the toys in Emma's bag. One in particular caught Kasia's attention; It was a pair of leather shorts, but the butt side of it was covered in razor-sharp inch-long spikes, "Oh these are nice!"

"They're my pointy-pants. I'll give you a demo," said Emma. Once she was wearing them, she gave a twirl. They fitted her beautfully, hugging her form with a real dungeon dominatrix vibe.

# [Slayer – Angel of Death]

Watching this, Bob was suddenly back in the mood. He contemplated the thick-lipped pussy in front of him, and got down to business, pounding into that thicc fleshy treat. Rachael wan't being very reactive though, just lying there, torpid, hoping the nightmare would end soon. In fact, it was only just starting.

Kasia watched on in delight. Emma straddled Rachael's fun bags, facing Bob, then sat down on them. Rachael screamed as the spikes first penetrated her bra, and then her tender flesh. More screams as Emma twisted her butt from side-to-side, causing the spikes to tear into those magnificent mammaries.

Rachael was squirming and convulsing like she was possessed by some demonic spirit. "Well," thought Bob, riding her like a bucking bronco, "She's helluva lot more reactive now!"

Emma moved on from twisting, to thrusting with her hips, wrecking those mammaries further. Blood was trickling down the sides of Rachaels chest. Kasia watched on, playing with herself and moaning excitedly.

Then, sensing her husband was near climax, Emma started bouncing her ass up and down on those plump cushions, first gently. Kasia watched in delight, as they squished and squashed. A little wave of blood seeped out with each bounce. Rachael was sobbing, each bounce forcing another grunt of pain. Interestingly, she was grunting from the other end too, as little rasping farts accompanied each bounce. Kasia had her hand over her face, trying not to laugh. Emma's own perfect rack was bouncing too, and Bob eagerly massaged them with his palms.

Then Emma went into top gear, lifting her whole weight, and smashing it downwards with each bounce. The bra, now hardly more than a perforated, blood soaked rag, finally gave way. Rachael's massive tits flopped about as they were being chopped into ribbons, and little chunks of fat and gore were squirting out. Bob squirted too, cumming into Rachael's meaty minge in waves.

Marital bliss was thus attained once more, but it wouldn't be the last time tonight. The couple again returned to the sofa, panting hard.

Kasia, in her teenage hornyness wanted more than her own dripping fingers. She picked up the knife-dildo and raised an eyebrow at Emma. Emma nodded. Once strapped in, Kasia paraded up and down in front of Rachael like a catwalk girl with the latest fashion accessory, then squatted down by her face and grabbed her hair. With a little tilt of her pelvis, she drew the blade down Rachael's cheek, drawing a line of blood.

# [Psycho Killer – Talking Heads]

"I'm going to slice your insides up now." She didn't have Emma's poetic way with words, but the simple blunt intent was all the more terrifying. Rachael started bucking and thrashing against her restraints, using all her considerable strength to try to break free. Kasia found this to be an extraordinary turn-on, and soon she was raping Rachael's cunt, amid shrieks of excruciating terror. Slicing in and out, slowly cutting Rachael's vaginal canal to ribbons. Bob watched as Kasia's pale ass quivered and heaved with each thrust. He so dearly wanted to plough his dick into her rear, but was a spent force. "Something to look forward to," he told himself.

Kasia was burying her head in the ruins of Rachael's chest, sucking the blood from the nipples, and grasping them tightly as if trying to mash them still further. A long shuddering orgasm swept through her, and soon she too was taking a time-out. The front of her body was sheathed in blood, and it trickled down her torso and dripped from her pussy.

The sight of Kasia's performance had given Bob his mojo back sooner than he thought possible. He looked at Rachael's destroyed pussy, and wondered what it would feel like now. Y'know, for science.

Soon he was mashing his dick in and out of her splattered minge. Lubricated with copious quantities of blood, it was hot, sticky, and sloppy. As he pounded into that pulverised maw, slurping and farting noises accompanied his endevours. It was a real delight, the sensation a nice contrast to the tight sensation of fucking her before.

It was time for the party to move onto the next level. Bob's plan had been to tear Rachael in half using the winch, but he knew that the usual result would that only an arm would be separated. But, creative as ever, he had a idea, new to science.

# [Twisted – Cosmicguts]

First the cable was slackened, allowing a little play. Then the two girls stood on the pole that separated Emma's wrists, holding it in place. Then Bob took the pole between Rachael's ankles and lifted one end, twisting Rachael's lower half. Then using all his strength, he yanked on the pole, twisting further.

There was a snap, and a popping sound as Rachael's spine gave way. Soon her bottom half was facing 180 degrees from where it had started, and her broken body was tits up and arse up at the same time. It kept trying to untwist itself, so Bob fixed a couple more cables to stabilize it. With her spine wrecked like that, Bob figured that his plan to tear her in half would work just fine, and he could rape that sweet ass while it happened. Of course Rachael was now paralysed and senseless from the waist down, and her anal sphincter had let go with a prolonged, sighing release of gas. The twisting also had the effect of squeezing her innards, and under the pressure, a thick snake of poop was slowly being squeezed out, plopping in a coil between her legs.

"Eww, party pooper!" laughed Kasia.

Bob cared not. Soon he was buggering that girl, and the whole thing was visceral paradise. He ploughed in and out of her shitty asshole without a care, his shaft soon coated in that stinking chocolate-brown goo. Each time he pulled his dick out, there was a slurping noise, and each time he returned it, there was a loud fart as the air was expelled. Kasia, already giggling from the marijuana, was overtaken by the hilarity of the effect, and was rolling on the sofa, with tears running down her cheeks.

Emma started working the long handle of the winch. Chunk-chunk-chunk. She kept pace with Bob's thrusting, heaving and forth, her sweaty fit body enjoying the work-out, as inch by inch Rachael was slowly ripped in two. Bob, following Kasia's earlier lead, grabbed at those ruined breasts, and buried his head in their mushy delights.

Though Rachael was paralysed, Bob could feel her innards shifting and squelching. Muscles, tendons and ligaments were being slowly torn apart, and Bob could feel every one as it popped. Soft warm poo was oozing past his member, bringing him to the brink.

A louder tearing noise announced that Rachael's twisted skin was being torn, and then, suddenly the cable went slack as her torso was ripped into two pieces, spilling it's contents across the floor. Bob rolled his eyes as he came for the fourth time that day.

The happy family looked down at the carnage. Rachael was still alive, even as she was effectively in two pieces. Presumably some major arteries were still connected. She was breathing in short shallow gasps, mitigating the searing pain that engulfed her. Bob looked down at her rump steaks. "I think those need tenderising a bit." He grabbed a sledge hammer and started work, smashing down on Rachael's butt as if he was breaking paving slabs. Cracks and bangs echoed around the Arena as her pelvic bones were destroyed.

# [Smack my Bitch up – The Prodigy]

The two girls joined in. Emma, with the other sledge hammer took to Rachael's bloody pyjama-covered arms. Of course, in her own sweet way, she started at the fingers, and worked her way up, breaking bone and mashing meat in the process. Rachael emitted some pathetic squealing noises, but those were soon to be terminated by Kasia, who set about work with the felling axe.

After a couple of practice swings, she soon got the hang of it, chopping at the woman's chest, opening up gaping wounds and further splitting and pulverising the already ruined tits, as ribs splintered below.

The frenzy of destruction carried on, Rachael's body shuddering with each crashing blow, until the three were out of breath. Still Rachael lived, as she slowly bled out. She could hardly breathe at all now, her shattered ribcage making each breath an agonizing gasp.

Bob took his knife, and started to expertly carve away the meat from her buttocks and thighs. Soon he had some nice looking rump steaks and hams, which he tossed into a bucket. "That'll be enough I reckon." There wasn't much else that looked edible to be fair.

"I'll let you finish her Kasia," Bob said generously. Their guest was barely conscious, and bleeding out fast. Time to end things.

The teenager had a plan to finish Rachael off in no uncertain terms. First, she took the Ripper, and after strapping it on, she straddled the woman's head, and started poking the device into her mouth and throat. Rachael started to gag reflexively at the unwelcome intrusion.

Kasia poked further, and suddenly with a gentle heave, Rachael disgorged that massive breakfast. Wave after wave of puke flooded out of her mouth and nose, and because of the length of Kasia's steel member in her mouth, she was unable to turn her head.

Kasia watched with interest as the girl started to drown. It was a pretty feeble affair. Being half paralysed and having broken ribs meant she couldn't use the full set of muscles to puke forcefully.

Then Kasia relented, and saved her from an unpleasant death by drowning, by deep throating her with the Ripper, and turning it on.

The yellowy mix of the banana shake, beans, toast and tea suddenly turned vivid red. Rachael's chest heaved as she tried to get air, but only achieved a sucking and burbling noise as she inhaled her bloodied breakfast. Kasia thrust in and out, tearing Rachael's tongue to pieces, then her esophagus and wind-pipe. Looking down, she could see a vibrating bulge in the girl's neck move as the Ripper slid in and out, tearing muscle, bone and spine.

Kasia hadn't finished. She turned around and once again thrust into Rachael's mouth, this time ripping upwards through the roof of her mouth and grinding through the skull into Rachael's brain, delighting in the soft squelchyness that that provided. Rachael's body convulsed as her eyes rolled up in her skull and blood poured from her nose. This novelty shattered Kasia with another wave of orgasms. This was definately the best party ever, she thought.

Rachael was at peace at last. Her heart was still pumping though, causing her mouth to fill with blood from her ruined neck and spill down onto the steel floor. Bob fetched the anvil, and hefting it above his head, dropped it on her chest, caving it in with a sickening crunch. An impressive fountain of blood spurted from her mouth, reaching six feet into the air before pitter-pattering back to the floor. Lungs and liver squelched out from below her mangled ribcage, adding to the pile of innards that used to be her yummy tummy.

As a final hurrah, Bob took the anvil, and let it drop onto Rachael's head, which promptly exploded, showering the three in blood and brains.

All that was left of Rachael was an abject shambles of gore, as bad as any of his machines could have mananged. The three sat and smoked and drank and talked and laughed while they surveyed the results of their work with satisfaction.

"Time to prepare dinner!" Emma said at last, as she got to her feet and grabbed the bucket. The others followed her, heading for the showers.

[Eat the Rich – Motorhead]