Chapter 14. Splashes and Screams.


Never again! Chloe thought.

She knew that going to Lauren's party was probably a bad idea. Of course, the presence of Zoe always lent an air of exciting unpredictability to things, but most of these gatherings merely ended up with broken furniture and most of the girls puking themselves unconscious.

Waking up in a cage, tied and gagged, was a first for her, and a sure sign things had gotten a little out of hand. And now things had taken a deeply surreal twist, with the dead girl, Kasia, standing before them, stark naked and ranting about fire and water.

Everyone knew she was dead, along with her family. People had ghoulishly chattered about whether it was accident or suicide. They had found their phones at the top of the cliff, but had never recovered the bodies, presumably washed away by the tides.

But despite the Bitches subsequent celebration party, and the tasteless jokes – If only there had been someone at the bottom of the cliff to Kasia, and the endless discussion of whether they had drowned or been smashed into a gory mess on the rocks, Kasia appeared to be as real as the black-clad big guy and the woman with the shotgun.

Chloe looked around at the other girls in the cage. Their eyes told her that they understood as little as she did. Kasia was dancing and twirling around as if possessed. Drugs, probably Chloe thought. Maybe this would turn out to be a better party than the one she just came from.

Then the woman spoke in biblical tones. "Seven must decide, one must die, choose one amongst you."

"A sacrifice for the Sun-Goddess!" echoed the guy.

"To honour my re-birth!" laughed Kasia.

The caged girls all looked around nervously at each other, as the cryptic desires of their captors sank in.

Chloe started to sweat as she realised the other girls' gazes had all settled on her, and despite the ball gag, she could see Zoe's eyes were laughing. Of course, she shouldn't really have expected anything different. As the newest inductee, it was always down to her to take one for the team, to confess crimes she hadn't committed and to be a punching bag for the others' sadistic desires. Still, Chloe thought, it's not like they're actually going to kill us or anything. No doubt it was some stupid stunt by Kasia to get back at them. But Zoe would think of something. She always does.

As Bob dragged Chloe away, Emma put some steaks and sausages on the barbeque. "Kasia, I thought you said there were five Bitches. But we seem to have a couple of spares!"

"But small. Very, very small," said Kasia, as her spookily dilated eyes stared creepily at a little girl.

Zoe made a noise, angrily trying to speak through her ball gag. Emma moved around to the side of the cage where Zoe was sitting, pulled a knife, and reaching through the bars, cut it away.

Zoe gasped and her newly freed jaw exercised itself.

Kasia addressed her. "Tasty, tasty deaths for you all. Each one yummier than the last! Seven! It's the yummiest number ever!"

"Look," Zoe said, "I know you're mad at us, and, like, okay, we get the point. But we really gotta be going. And Lauren's sisters got nothing to do with us. Just let us go and we're cool."

Kasia appeared to find this the funniest thing ever, and couldn't stop laughing, finally collapsing in a heap on the floor in tears, wailing.

Emma said, "If you're going to try and talk your way out of it, you'll need to do a better job than that. Kasia's told me all about you girls. You think you're tough. You don't know what tough is." She licked her lips and smiled. "Actually, you all look rather tender and juicy to me. I'm getting hungry just looking at you. First course will be soup."

"I don't know what kinda bullshit freakshow this is," retorted Zoe, "but this has gone too far, you're scaring the little ones."

"You make it sound like we should care, but what will it matter after you're all dead? Anyway, they're guilty by association. Kasia will decide your fates. Each one worse than the last."

"Pull their wings off!" cried Kasia, "like little flies! Snakes don't need legs! Worms don't need eyes!"

Despite Zoe's stoicism, the other girls were finding Kasia's psychotic proclamations unsettling, and the two young ones had started to cry, tears running down already tear-stained cheeks.

"So what's their story?" Emma asked, pointing to the little ones.

"They've got nothing to do with us," Zoe said, "They're Lauren's little sisters. Her folks are away on like, a skiing holiday or something, and she was baby-sitting them, so they just happened to be there."

"Good. We'll use them as an example of what's in store for you then!"

Lauren was trying to shout a protest through her gag, and shaking her head.

"Pull their wings off!" repeated Kasia, laughing.

Emma laughed too. "Well, Zoe, looks like your going to see what pulling the wings off an angel looks like! Of course, that's pretty tame, we'll have something much worse in store for you! Each death worse than the last!"

Zoe was about to speak, but then Bob returned with Chloe. She was still bound, hand and foot, but now she was naked and ungagged.

Emma turned to her, "It's time for your baptism."

Bob turned to Kasia. "The sun's coming up. Use these," he said as he passed her a pair of mirrored wraps.

"Whoa! spooky!" said Kasia, as she donned the shades. Bob looked at her and chuckled. They were the perfect accessory to her best birthday suit. Then he walked away, and hit the lights.

"God, that's weird!" said Kasia, as light flooded the factory. "I feel totally normal now."

"Ah!" explained Emma, as she handed out steak sandwiches, "The weirdness of normality. You're coming down from the shrooms now." Then she laughed, "you'll get those 'moments of clarity' a lot before you're straight again."

Bob returned. "Well, it's still only two in the morning. Sunrise is about six hours away. But, y'know – well, we need light for the cameras. And they're all set."

He turned to Kasia, "I think it would be more fun if she was untied, don't you?"

Kasia nodded, and then Bob licked juice from his fingers, put down his sandwich, and carefully untied Chloe, while Emma kept the barrel of the gun trained on her. Chloe stood there, in all her glory, unsure what to do.

She was quite the looker. Not super-model stunning like Lauren, but had a curvaceous, hourglass figure that was accentuated by her short stature, a pretty round face, spoilt by a surly demeanour, and a long brown pony-tail down to the middle of her back.

Chloe stood there, as she felt the trio's eyes check her out. Bunch of fuckin' creeps, she thought. Of course, she knew all men were creeps, and she was used to feeling their gaze. Not that she was afraid to take advantage of that of course. Still, she supposed that once this stupid game was all over, then she could get home, and have a proper hang-over. Clearly Kasia intended to scare them a bit before she let them go.

"Up." Bob pointed to the decking platform. Chloe sighed and climbed up. Bob followed, and turned her around so she was facing the water. "Bend over," he said, as he ripped open velcro, and released his angry manhood.

"Eww! I ain't gonna let you fuckin rape me you perv!" exclaimed Chloe indignantly.

Emma worked the action of the Mossberg.

Chloe wasn't impressed. "Oh fuck off, that gun's not even real. Everyone knows you fuckers are just…"

Kasia cringed as she felt the shockwave hit her chest, and a deafening report echoed around the factory. Something span through the air, and it landed twenty feet away. Kasia recognized it as the bloody remains of Chloe's right hand.

"Oh fuck! Oh fuck!" screamed Chloe as she looked in disbelief at her ruined arm. More sobs and howls came from inside the cage.

"I see that got your attention," said Bob, "Now bend over!" He had his hand on the back of Chloe's neck and was forcing her over the edge, as she valiantly struggled against his superior strength.

He turned to Kasia. "Sweet pea, would you be a darling and help out?" he motioned to the tub.

Kasia knew what he had in mind, and was only too happy to comply. She jumped into the tub with a splash, and delighted as the cold water caressed her heightened senses. Chloe was bending over the edge of the pool, and her long hair was dangling down. Kasia grabbed it, and pulled Chloe's head down towards the surface.

Chloe scrabbled desperately. She had her one remaining hand on the edge of the tub, trying to push back, but her other arm was flailing around, as blood spurted from the flapping skin-and-bone wound that terminated her shattered limb, making pretty pink smoke-like patterns as it splashed into the water. "Nooo!" she screamed, "It's not fair!"

"Neither is five-on-one," Kasia retorted, and pulled her head under.

Bob forced his throbbing shaft deep into Chloe's plush, hairy pussy from behind. She was kicking out with her legs, trying to squirm free of Bob's attentions, but he used his weight to pin her stomach against the edge of the tub. He took his time fucking her. There was no hurry. And of course, raping a drowning girl is surely the most exquisite sort of drowny rape ever.

Kasia knew exactly what her role was in this game. Chief facilitator of breath-play. She hung onto Chloe's hair, whilst avoiding getting pounded by her good hand, or stabbed by the bony remains of the other. As Chloe's thrashings became more and more desperate, water and blood splashed in all directions. Then, after a minute or so, Kasia relented, and Chloe's head bobbed up like a cork, gasping raggedly for air.

Kasia smiled at her, and before Chloe could finish catching her breath, pulled her under once again. Bob was having a great time, as he had the most intimate connection to the girl's every movement and desire. This time Chloe strained with all her strength, trying to straighten her back, and lift her head. This was very successful, at least for Bob, as the girl's butt muscles taughtened against his thrusting quite deliciously. Then she gave up with that plan, and relaxed. Through his dick, Bob had a practically psychic connection with the girl, and he realised that she was trying to conserve oxygen, playing for time.

But before long, her will power crumbled, and she started thrashing again, sending her panicking flesh into delicious convulsions. This time Kasia wasn't so keen to release her so soon, and Bob paced himself for maximum duration. The paroxysms became more and more intense, until finally, Chloe's body heaved and shook, bubbles erupted from the surface of the water, and then the girl was still. But Bob knew she was faking it. He looked at Kasia, and gave her a little shake of his head. And soon enough, the thrashing started again, this time with palpable terror. As the girl squirmed beneath him, Bob grunted as little bursts of uncontrollable precum shot into her snatch. Once again Kasia released her grip. This time Chloe weakly struggled to the surface, her head on one side, coughing and gasping.

"Please I'll…" she managed, before she was once again submerged. This time she didn't struggle at all, and Bob got to work pounding deep into her, as her soft, yielding body drooped flaccidly under him. But of course that was short lived. Animal panic rose in her once again, and the bucking and squirming resumed. Bob was ready to nut, he just needed to hold on a little longer. But she didn't last as long this time, and abruptly, amid the thrashing she went limp, and suddenly convulsed. Bob felt every muscle in her body tighten in a peculiar twisting, and there was another eruption of bubbles. Bob nutted gallons as he felt her dying body fill its lungs with water.

Then he grabbed her by the neck and hauled her out. She was out cold, and making a strange gurgling noise as bubbles foamed from her bluing lips. Bob threw her face down onto the decking, squishing her breasts against the wooden slats, and slammed a knee repeatedly between her shoulder blades. Water gushed from her mouth a few times as he pressed down on her, and then she coughed and gasped.

"Wakey, wakey, darlin!" Emma taunted, "that was just the prelude, the baptism. Of course religious services are sooo boring. But now it's time for your reward, a nice visit to the water park."

Chloe looked pale as a sheet. Then she turned her head and puked, spattering the tiles with yellow bile.

"Don't be like that! This will be fun," Emma teased, "It's time to play on the slide!" She sauntered over to the control panel for the outboard.

Kasia decided that now would be a really, really good time to get out of the tub, and reached up to Bob for a hand up. Bob declined, looked across at Emma a gave her a wink.

"Two for one?" Emma said, and hit the start button.

The V8 motor rumbled into life, and it's vibrations coursed through Kasia's body. Suddenly her heart was pounding, and her throat closed up in panic. She leapt towards the side, the water feeling like molasses, slowing her movement to a crawl. Then Kasia pulled a leg over the edge and threw herself panting onto the decking. Bob and Emma burst out laughing.

"Jesus," Bob said, "I've never seen you move so fast!"

"You fuckers!" Kasia shouted, "you really scared me!"

"Well you should be scared sometimes," said Emma, "it adds to the frissance of life. You don't want to get bored do you? Besides it's a test to see if the Gods decide if you're worthy. A double sacrifice would make Sol twice as happy, I'm sure!"

Chloe was sitting up now, pale, coughing and shivering. Shock and cold water had slowed the flow of blood from her arm to a trickle, and it was making little red splashes on the floor.

"C'mon girl, up the steps. Then it'll be all over," Bob urged. "Or you could go for another round of fucky-drowny game if you prefer. I gotta admit, it's my favourite too."

Chloe stood shakily. Emma poked her in the back with the shotgun, and she made her way unsteadily towards the ladder for the waterslide. She climbed slowly, one step at a time, holding with her one good hand until she reached the platform at the top. Then she sat down heavily on the slide, water running past her fulsome ass as she looked down at the tub, the humming outboard, and the slowly rotating blades.

"Ready?" Emma called. "Three! Two! One! Go!"

Chloe didn't. Instead, her big breasts heaved and jiggled as she started to sob.

Emma revved the engine a little, causing the water to surge around the pool. "C'mon, we're all waiting for you!"

Kasia turned to Bob. "I need a pokey stick."

Bob handed her his Bowie knife. Kasia held it between her teeth as she climbed the steps, giggling as she went. Chloe didn't seem even to register her presence, perhaps her mind had shut down, Kasia thought.

Kasia reached the top of the ladder, and savoured the pretty, sobbing sack of soup ingredients before her. Then she poked the knife tip gently into Chloe's fleshy right ass cheek. Chloe resisted, and squirmed away from the pressure. Kasia pushed harder, and the point broke Chloe's skin. But trauma had filled her system with natural pain-killers, and she still didn't budge.

Kasia sighed, climbed a couple more steps, and switched to an under-hand grip on the knife. "Five-on-one isn't fair," she whispered, then unleashed a frenzy of stabs into Chloe's ass and back. Fresh blood spilled out, and mixed with the water cascading down the slide. Chloe jolted forward from the pain and pummeling, then, horrified by the fate below, tried to push back with her legs, but they slipped away from under her, and with a final prod from Kasia, she was sent on her way down the curving plastic fun slide into the sparkling dazzle of the cool, welcoming water. Of course, it's normal for people to scream as they ride water slides, and Chloe certainly didn't disappoint.

Kasia watched thrilled from her perfect vantage point. Chloe entered the tub with a big splash, and soon was floating on her back, just keeping her head above water, as she slowly drifted around towards the outboard. Then, realising where she was headed, she kicked for the edge of the pool, and grabbed hold with her hand.

Bob scratched his beard, curious to see how things would develop. It was always interesting to see how his inventions worked in reality. Of course, in theory, theory and practice are the same thing, but he had discovered that in practice, that's not always true.

Emma pushed up the throttle a little. Suddenly the outboard gave a purposeful throbbing burble, and water surged around the pool, and Chloe found herself suddenly being pulled under the water, into the undertow created by the propeller. She tightened her grip against the side, but soon the merciless force of the water was causing her to lose her grip, and she began slipping around the tub towards the motor.

Then she lost her grip completely, and was suddenly swept away and under the boiling surface. Desperately, she kicked away with her legs, and for a moment she managed to get her head free of the water, just in time to unleash an otherworldly scream, as the outboard juddered and the pool suddenly turned red.

Moments later, Chloe found herself on the other side of the outboard. Even without the crimson evidence all around her, she could feel something terrible had happened to her legs, as they flopped around uselessly underneath her. Kasia had a better view of the situation, and looked down in glee as Chloe floated around below. It was clear that the blades had severed her left leg below the knee, and carved their way up her right leg, leaving a succession of curved bone-deep gashes into her young, tanned flesh from calf to hip.

And now she was heading for another run through the mill. This time, perhaps due to her relative inertness, as she was dragged under, she hit the blades centrally. A shuddering vibration shook the whole pool, as the blades minced through her abdomen, and Kasia steadied herself on the ladder, as she watched enraptured as a huge plume of bright red viscera exploded up to the surface. Then amazingly, once again, Chloe, emerged on the other side. Well her silently screaming head, torso minus one tit and part of an arm did anyway. Then there was part of a leg, and some bits of guts, fat and skin.

She didn't scream silently for long though, next time round, there was an incredible chobbling sound as her ribs and spine were smashed to pieces and her skull was cleaved into sections. Emma pushed the gas up another notch, and Chloe's remains whirled and blended entertaingly for a few minutes more, slowly becoming soupier as they circulated. Finally, Emma pushed the throttle all the way up. As the engine roared, it propelled a massive jet of souped Chloe over the side of the tub, and it cascaded in a wave over the cage, leaving the Bitches soaked in little bits of un-nameable gore and bone.

"Yay!" cried Kasia.

Bob scratched his beard, and made a mental note to modify the propeller for less thrust.

"One down, six to go!" Emma announced to the now silent occupants of the cage. "Each death worse than the last."