[darkstalker]

the final part to this commissioned story. this part is fairly graphic and violent as per client details. so you've been warned.
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When the men left, Kelly had let herself hang there, trying to rest and take in the abuse, too tired to do else wise. Her body is sore from the fucking she endured earlier. Her anus screams at her, even now as she can feel the warm trickle of blood run down her legs and her throat feels horribly raw, it being difficult to swallow or even breathe properly. It hurt to utter any sound so she remains quiet, shaking in fear.
She let herself hang, if only to try and gather energy to be able to think of a way to escape this nightmare and be able to leave. But... her arms now are as sore as anything else, the limbs feeling hard and heavy as she’s been stretched out, her body hanging limply from the lines. They feel almost like they’re going to tear apart. She wishes she hadn’t been so stupid in letting herself hang here so long. The night before had already drawn its toll from her and this has only made it worse. Stupid. Stupid.
She pulls haphazardly at the chains, they only making a soft jingle before she gives in, letting her body hang once more, causing more agony to her limbs. It hurts, a lot. She can just barely bear it and that’s all. She tries once more to pull but the chains have no give so she abandons that notion.
She tries screaming for awhile, but her voice soon becomes hoarse and she hangs her head limply and falls into a depraved, restless sleep. When she awakes, the sun is already starting to set, casting orange hues over the entire land.
She pulls at her chains, finding them still hard and taught as before. It’s useless, she thinks. She screams again, crying out for help as her voice is still heavy and sore from the use on her mouth. She worries the men might hear her but thinks they have left her here so there is no use worrying about them. She yells, hoping someone, anyone, will hear her and bring aid. No one comes. Her voice simply rings through the hollow empty chambers of the room, coming back to her like an echo. She hangs her head and begins to sob, whimpering softly, the cold running clammy fingers over her body.
“Ohhhh, Kelly,” says a man’s distinctive voice. “Don’t cry. I promise, I won’t leave you again.”
The voice is full of mirth and cruel laughter and Kelly’s heart stops mid beat then begins thundering in her chest. She lifts her head to look out towards the entrance of the building, sweat already running into her eyes from the fear. She sees the long thin figure of the Indian masked in shadow and she screams...

“Haha!” Carlos chuckles as he walks up behind James, camera poised on the screaming girl. He watches her holler, pulling at the chains, making them jangle as she tries to kick around, yelling with a hoarse voice, her breasts bouncing beautifully and hips swaying in a seductive manner. He just wants to fuck her. The sounds of her screaming giving him a greater hard on.
“Looks like the whore already knows your plan, cabron,” he says with a snicker to James. The man turns to look at him with a sneer, then nods, the look on his face turning into a smile.
“Yeah, yeah,” he says, nodding his head as he scratches at his neck. “Seems she does.”
He watches James from the corner of his eye, keeping his camera trained on the woman as James comes into range of the video, looking as the man taps a long metal pipe against his leg, tapping it slowly to add to the tension to the scene. The woman tries to back away, pushing against the metal frame of the car, she already terrified of what may happen to her.
“P-please,” she begs. “L-let me go!”
The man walks up to her, tapping the pipe in his hand, considering his actions. Carlos watches and winces as James suddenly slams the pipe between the woman’s legs, her vag crunching beneath it, the blood running down the floor. The woman cries a shrill scream, her legs closing tightly, body buckling, the tears running down her cheeks as she yells louder than initially did when she’d thought they weren’t here. Carlos almost pities her, if his member weren’t hardening already in his pants. As is, he simply wants to see more...
James pushes the woman’s chin up, tilting it towards the sky. “Sorry, Kelly,” he says. “Those are the rules. We gotta’ finish you off. But...” He turns towards Carlos, a broad smile on his face. “That doesn’t mean we can’t have some fun first!”
“No.no.no.no,pleeeasssse...” the woman whispers, her voice becoming louder and more shrill the more she speaks. “Don’t do this! Please!” By the end she is screaming the words.
“Sorry,” James says, tossing aside the pipe and picking up a set of pliers. He grips the tool, turning it over and lets it snap together repeatedly, the sound loud in the small room. The woman is shaking her head as the man leans up and pulls down her arms, slipping one finger between the blades of the pliers.
“And this little piggy...” he says as he starts to squeeze the handle grip firmly in his hand. The woman shrieks, screaming loudly, her mouth extending impossibly wide as her finger twist in the grip of the small tool. Then there is a sickening crunch, the finger falling to the floor with the snapping of the tool, the bloody digit twisting on the floor.
“This piggy went to the butcher!” James coos.
“Now this little piggy...” he says, moving to the next finger.
The woman begins to beg anew and Carlos can’t help but grin, his smile growing big enough he can feel it pushing at the edges of his lips. It’s too bad Gregorio had to miss this, but the man never could stomach the gore. Not like him.
He snickers, watching and listening. Hearing that audible snap as the pliers close and another finger falls to the floor followed by the woman’s wail. It is just... too amusing.

As he removes the woman’s pinkie finger, the blades snapping shut, James notices the woman’s head slump over. He feels some bitterness well within him as he sees the woman has fallen into an unconscious state. He’s only managed to remove four of her fingers before the shock seems to have become too much for her. Now she seems to deprive him of what makes these little end games amusing, the look of her suffering and pain. He sneers at this and calls over his friend’s brother. This needs to be handled quickly.
“Hey...” he says, waving his hand. “Hey... wake her up!”
“What?” says the man, walking over to him, rubbing his chin. “Can’t do the bitch up, yourself, man?”
“Nah, this part is always boring to me.”
The young man sighs, putting the camera aside on a barrel where it can still pick up the image and walks around him, rubbing his chin as he looks at the woman. He smiles, rubbing his hands together and picks up the steel pipe that James had thrown aside, twisting it in his hands. “That’s only cuz’ you make it boring! Here, watch how I do it!”
He lifts the pipe and swings it, cutting through the air and slamming it into the woman’s sensitive organ. The woman’s head jerks, a sound coming from her lips and then her head falls back against her chest.
“She’s still out,” James says, irritated.
“If at first you don’t succeed,” says the young man, the pipe coming up between the woman’s legs once more. “Then try, try again and again and again!”
James crosses his arms and nods his head in appreciation. The more blows that land on the woman’s extended body the more her head jerks forward, reacting, the moans growing louder, her eyes fluttering more.
He does have to give points to the man for his initiative, it’s only too bad he’s ruining her pussy. It’s becoming a bloody mess, the blood splattering across the floor. Won’t be able to fuck that again any time soon, he thinks, but then, she isn’t going to last that long anyways, so it’s not a major loss on the whole. He leans back against some crates, arms folded across his chest and sits back to enjoy the show.

Even before the pliers had gone through the bone of her left pinkie finger, Kelly’s mind had already faded into a blissful darkness, her mind trying to protect her from the terrible reality before her. Trying to save her energies for the chance of survival which seem to grow dimmer and dimmer with each passing minute.
It would leave her here, if it could. But the shooting pain rushing up her body sends clusters of nerves firing into her brain, demanding she wake, demanding she activate her fight or flight response. There is no concern for the bonds which bind her or that the two predators still surround her, only that she must waken to try to survive. And so, as another blow falls onto her body, damaging it, Kelly is woken from her blissful sedation into the cold reality that is before her and she screams. As she wakes from one nightmare into another...

Kelly screams, looking into the eyes of the two men who abuse her, fearing what they will do to her as they surround her, dark eyes looking down at her. There is another crunch as a sharp pain rushes up her body from between her legs. The veins along her neck bulge as she bites down on her lower lip, blood flying out from her mouth, eyes bulging. The hard metal burns between her legs, leaving her twitching, biting back the tears and taste of blood in her mouth.
“I think she’s up now,” says the young man, pulling the red pipe from her cunt with a sickening sound. She looks at him from under a sweat drenched matt of hair, staring at him with great fear. The man taps the pipe against his palm, grinning, droplets of her own blood splattering against her face. “You awake, puta?” he ask.
She shakes her head, whimpering, “No.... stop...”
She twist her legs, closing them, feeling all the blood running down her legs, the sharp angry pincers of pain stabbing at her. The man simply laughs at her.
“It’s not my place to decide, puta,” he says, pointing the pipe in her direction.
Then the burning fire suddenly hits her, something twisting against her legs, tearing at the bud against her vagina. She yells, shrieking, the pain almost as bad as when her fingers were taken from her. She tries to kick at the fire and feels it only make the situation worse, the machine tearing more away from her body as she moves. The machine rips away at her body and when the whirring of the bloody tool is stopped, she feels the hot metal still boiling her skin. As it’s pulled away, she cries out, spreading her legs instead of shutting them to relieve the pain, the blood splattering the floor, wet and hot.
She almost passes out again until the indian stands up, turning on his electric machine, the head of it turning rapidly with the loud whirling. Adrenaline pumps through her body, forcing her awake once more. She screams, futilely twisting at her bonds as both men begin to laugh, her mind becoming an incoherent mess. Only the pain she knows, and wanting to avoid it at any cost.
“That wake you up?” says the man teasingly. He leans the machine close to her left eye as she pulls back, leaning against the vehicle behind her, trying to push back against it so she can be away from the machine. “Maybe I should drill your eye too?” he says. “Think that’ll keep you awake?”
He flips the switch on the machine, the drill suddenly turning before her and she screams, her voice echoing loudly, all the pain of her body forgotten in favor of avoiding whatever new pain may come upon her. The men laugh and the indian pulls the drill away, squeezing the trigger a few more times to get a reaction from her. She screams, begging him to stop.
“No bitch,” he says, propping the drill against his shoulder. “We’re not doing your eyes, yet...” He lets that hang over her head as he says it before patting the machine against his palm. “But I do think it’s time we do something about those lovely breasts of yours!”
The other man cheers and all Kelly can think or do is shake her head in denial, waiting for the inevitable. The coming of further horror as she listens to the machine be dismantled and sees the man pick up a drill bit. “No.no.no.no,” she whispers repeatedly, knowing the futility of her words. “No.”

James is feeling a bit... aroused, now that he’s hurt the bitch some, but he thinks he’s not ready to start fucking her yet. After all, he’s already had her ass and her mouth, so all that’s left is her tits, but he’s not really into the idea of tit fucking her in the traditional sense. No, he has a different idea in mind. One that is quite a bit more painful.
He presses the switch against the drill bit, enjoying the noise it makes as it begins to turn, holding it for awhile, hearing the motor whine as the bit he’s changed turns rapidly. He smiles as wicked thoughts run through his mind.
“No! No! No!” the woman continues to shriek, the sounds coming from her lips seeming to only grow louder with each cry as James plays with holding out on her for a bit, letting the fear in her build. He loves the look of terror in her eyes, how her mouth is extending impossibly wide as she lets out the air from her pretty lungs. This could be problematic, if they were in the city. But since they’re not...
“What are you gonna’ do, cabron?” says Gregorio’s brother, looking at him with a confused look. Boys is new to this, so he’s patient with him.
“Just wait and see,” says James, taking hold of the woman’s left breast. She twist in her bonds, trying to pull away, but it is weaker now, less forceful, and he suspects if they leave her much longer, she’ll die anyways. So might as well have fun.
He pushes the drill against her tit flesh, pushing down on the switch and laughs as the flesh begins to twist around the bit, the woman wailing loudly as the drill bites into her flesh.

Carlos turns away, his face nearly going blue. The gorge comes up his throat and he has to force himself to swallow it back down.
“What?” says James, his voice sounding like a cackle. “too much for you? Thought you were a man?”
Carlos looks back towards the woman, watching as the blood sprays against James’ work suit, the drill twisting as bits of flesh get pulled into the turning blade of the power tool. The woman’s breast is twisting in such a way it looks like it’s been caught in a blender. The man stops drilling into her tit for a bit before as if to admire his handy work before pushing down on it while turning it on, steam coming off the motor as the woman continues to howl in agony.
Carlos wants to turn away, but the very atrocity of this all, the filthiness of it, keeps his eyes riveted on this horrific scene. He finds himself unable to look away, watching as the man pulls back on the drill, twisting the breast in another way, before pulling the drill bit out. Small chunks and bits stick to the drill’s end, pulling out with it as he rips the machine away, flipping the switch on so webbed pieces of meat spin with the drill bit, spraying blood everywhere.... including on him...
“Now that’s a good bit of fun,” says the man wickedly.
“Yeah, whatever,” says Carlos, just barely able to hold back the gorge that wants to come up from his guts.
“Hey, Cabron,” says James with a cheeky voice to it. “Why don’t you help me bring the bitch down. I have something else planned for our dear, little Kelly!”
“Yeah...” says Carlos, his face several shades lighter. He wants to say more but can barely hold it together. Instead, he leans his arms up, undoing the shackles binding the woman to the ceiling, looking over her maimed fingers and wonders, what is he really doing here? Is this what he really wants to do?

The pain in her body is horrid, thinks Kelly through a fevered mind. The sick fuck had used a drill on her precious tit, mutilating it, leaving her mind in a state of shock, strong enough that most rational thought has all but left her.
She barely realizes when the men take her down or when they tie her to the floor, the chain being pulled taught under another slab of stone. She only feels the tug at her arms, a pull that is almost bothersome if not for the pains assailing her from the rest of her body, making this new sensation something not to be bothered with. So it is she barely noticed the chain being wrapped around her neck until it begins to squeeze at her throat, making it hard to breathe.
“Alright, Kelly,” says the shadow of the indian above her, as he stands himself up, pushing down his pants around his ankles. “Let’s make this thing a bit more interesting! Turn the machine on!”
There is a quick reply and then she hears hydraulics sound, slowly waking her from her stupor, the chains at her neck starting to squeeze tighter as it begins to pull, grinding against her lower jaw. The links bite into her cheeks and she wakens now, twisting in her binds, only now realizing how tightly she’s been bound so that she can’t move.
“No...” she whispers, “stop-p...” The binds at her neck prevent her from speaking more though the indian seems not to concern himself as he straddles her chest, gripping her mangled tit flesh. The man begins to dig his fingers into the twisted flesh and Kelly screams, trying to pull away from the monsters around her as she feels her tit flesh stretched out painfully from its wound.
The men both simply laugh, seeming to find enjoyment in watching her flesh being stretched out as the chains bite into her throat. Only one thought goes through her mind at this point, seeing their reactions. They’re going to kill her! And there is nothing she can do about it!

James pushes his fingers into the meaty whole and stretches the flesh out with his fingers, feeling the blood gush out, running hot and wet down his hands. He watches as that hole he made, grows larger and larger, gaping open like a wide pit, the flesh beneath looking almost like an open cunt inviting him in. He feels his member growing harder just looking at it and gives his manhood a few quick strokes, rubbing his ball sack against the woman’s ribs.
“Poor, poor Kelly,” he whispers. “Just another sack of meat waiting to be fucked up, aren’t you?”
He looks towards the woman’s wide eyes, her tongue beginning to push out of her mouth as the chains grip her neck, biting into it, her body twisting beneath him. Her eyes are already beginning to roll up in her head and he grunts. He doesn’t really have much time to do this, unfortunately.
He takes his rod, flicking it against her torn breast, watching as blood sprays upwards and smiles. He feels that nice warmth against the head of his penis, precum beginning to dribble out from the head, heat rising in his own body as he watches this woman suffer.
He grips his staff with one hard hand and shoves it into the gaping wound, thrusting inside it with one push. The meat grips his member in a warm embrace, sucking it whole and James throws back his head and groans. The flesh closes around his manhood, holding it tightly like any cunt would.
This is the life, he thinks. This is what it means to be alive!
He grips the woman’s mammary and begins to gyrate his hips, enjoying just how her flesh holds him, her body squirming beneath him, the sounds of her gagging pushing him on. He thrust slowly, simply allowing himself to enjoy the feel of her suffering as the flesh splits further while sucking at his rod.
“It’s almost over, Kelly,” he whispers, thrusting in and out, coating his member in her slick red fluids. “So you hush now and just take it in.”
Her only response is to gasp, tears running thinly down her cheeks. He grins and continues his slow and deliberate thrust, enjoying his time with this woman.

Carlos watches with a sickening fascination, watching as the old man seems to jerk himself off inside the woman’s tit, stroking it almost tenderly, if it weren’t for the fact that the flesh were torn and ripped apart as it were, he could almost call it... romantic. Almost. But the coating of blood over the man’s hips, the red running down the woman’s waist and pooling at her skirt band as she twist and writhes, tells him otherwise. She is desperate to escape and live and nothing of this can be sugar coated with some sense of whimsy.
Still, even with this, he finds himself rubbing one off, the act of death itself seeming to be of great fascination to him. He holds his dick in one hand, watching the woman gasp while with the other he holds the camera, focusing it on her face then on the actions of his most depraved comrade and he finds himself chuckling. It truly is a most disgusting sight. And yet, he can’t seem to stop from rubbing one off. He only hopes he can cum before the woman meets her demise...

James continues thrusting his body against the woman’s tit flesh, his thrust becoming more violent and quicker, jabbing at the flesh, making it split further. The flesh is only held together by his hands pushing their weight down on it, crushing it. If not for this, the woman’s breast would fall apart and he’d be fucking air. But he manages to hold it together, to continue pushing against her splitting mound, enjoying the feel of the flesh beneath as he fucks.
He begins to push faster, jabbing at her most private genital, groaning. “Yes. Yes. Yessss...” he hisses beneath his breath as that heat rises inside him and then the fire is racing out, spilling into the flesh that was never made to take in a man’s erection. He groans, throwing back his head and jerks the splitting flesh forward against his dick as he fills the orb with his seed. Cum spills out with blood and gore around his hips and he moans in delight.
Then there is a crack.
He opens his eyes and looks down, watching at the woman’s neck stretches too far to hold it properly and begins to snap, the sounds audible in the small room. Her eyes have already rolled up into her head and her tongue lolls out from a gaping mouth as the chain binding her neck continues to squeeze.
“Alright kid,” he says, waving his hand. “Stop the machine. We’ve had our fun.”
“Just a minute...” says the young man.
James looks at him, watching him jerk off, the kid’s hand rubbing at his member in a frenzy for a few seconds more before James hears his crowing, spraying cum over the woman’s plump face and spilt hair, the sounds of her bones continuing to snap as her head hangs at a horribly twisted angle. All of this made worse in appearance by the fresh coating of cum, dribbling down her open eyes and into her gaping mouth.
James laughs.
“Couldn’t hold it in, could you?”
The young man looks at him with a glare. “Couldn’t get it off before she went all stiff. Fuck that.”
“You’ll get the hang of it,” says James, pulling himself away from the woman’s mangled corpse, his penis dripping red, pieces of gore still clinging to it. “Come on,” he says. “Let’s get cleaned up and get rid of the body.”
“Sure,” says Gregorio’s little brother. “Can we do this again with another hot chick?”
James wipes his hands and member before looking at the man. “Why?” he says. “You got someone in mind?”
The young man smiles and James laughs loudly, his voice echoing in the room. The kid is certainly a chip off the old block. James thinks, maybe he’s going to be liking this guy, quite a lot.