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a short story requested back when i was taking free story ideas. this one was one of the shorter ideas and i decided to finally get down and work on it. hope you all enjoy! not for the squeamish, so you've been warned!

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Her body swings lightly on the chains, arms held above her head to the leaking pipe above, chains creaking with the weight of her body as she leans against it. Her large breasts heave as a trail of drool runs down over the left side of her chin from under the gag, a matt of black hair covering her left eye. Her legs sag, knees bent forward, legs splitting open, almost teasing Malick with what’s between. He pushes his hand down in between her silk shorts, shoving his fingers into the slick folds of her sex and thrust in and out rapidly, enjoying how Sasha makes light moaning noises, her body twisting to and fro even while she stays in her deep sleep.
He shoves his fingers in and out, slapping rapidly at her wet pussy, the sounds echoing loudly in the chamber, before ripping his hand out, looking at his digits as that warm fluid runs down the tips, dripping beautifully. It looks so beautiful, he thinks, so warm and... salty....
He places his fingers in his lips, running his tongue over each crease and cranny of his joints, sucking up each bit of fluid from his digits. He pulls them out with a pop, grinning from ear to ear as he looks his fingers over and then looks towards the woman who hangs unconscious from the chains.
Her name is Sasha Coburn, and she is his prisoner.
He’d seen her when she’d been playing on the volleyball team several months back and even back then, as her body had moved, large breasts swinging back and forth in her cotton top while those tight shorts emphasized the roundness of her rear... Even back then, he’d known, he’d need to have her.
It had taken him time though. He’d gone to many of her games, his hand slowly moving in and out of his pants, slowly rubbing the folds of his creased skin, pressing in and out over the folds of flesh, stimulating the precum. All this as he’d watched her bouncing up and down, that tight ass teasing him with its taste as it moved back and forth. He’d grind against his teeth as he’d watch her, hissing under his breath. Every time he’d go to a game he’d cum and pull his hand out, looking at the dripping slime running down his hand and growl in a low voice before shoving his hand roughly into his pant’s pocket and huffing out in a bitter walk, pushing by people while keeping his head low, face masked by the cap he’d keep low.
People would yell at him or try to push him back, but he’d simply ignore them and keep walking, every once in awhile giving one a glare that would send them scuttling away in a fright. If he weren’t so concentrated on his prey, maybe they’d have brought out his hunger, but no... they were all small fry compared to her. To her they just could not match. Both top and bottom, this woman was to be so much better.
He’d tried to convince himself otherwise more than once. That she’d bring unwarrented attention down on him, that she was too difficult a catch, but with each game he went to his hunger grew until the only one in mind was this woman. All the dredges he had now were but taste of what would be to come. What he has now...
As he looks back on her, slowly running his hands over her chest and down her hips, he can only imagine the meat he will pull away from her and how well she will feed him. He squeezes her mamaries in a crushing grip and leans forward, taking in the scent of her sweaty body, hearing as she moans under her gag.
“You’re mine, now,” he whispers, in a raspy voice and leans down, running a long thin tongue over her neck, tasting her salty skin. He smacks his lips and breathes in her scent, long and deep before backing away a step and slapping her right breast. Sasha makes a muffled cry but otherwise remains sleeping. He shakes his head in glee.
He is by no means a handsome man. Far from it. Tall, broad of shoulder, with long dirty hair and a big flaring nose with fat lips and twisted teeth that go left and right. He lives well enough though, showering when he needs to, living here, under the tunnels, close to the woods. He lives by short and less than profitable means but it works. Better to be unobtrusive considering his ... “habits.”
He runs his hands over the woman’s cheeks, squeezing them tight and runs his cheek against her face, feeling the smooth flesh. Yes, so soft, so... delectable. He’ll enjoy sinking his teeth into it and ripping chunks away. But no...
He pulls away, letting the woman go and simply stares at her, enjoying the sight of her, pushing his hand into his pants and slowly rubbing his member as is the daily ritual, watching her swing silently in the drafty dark. Even when she isn’t actively moving, staring at her body, with those large orbs and those delicious, round hips... it makes him hard and he can feel his member stiffen, pushing against his old jeans. He begins to jerk his hand harder, feeling his member twitch inside his pants. He groans, thinking on how he’d trailed her that night.
For one reason or another, she’d waited longer than the other team members, exiting last from the building when almost everyone had cleared out. It had made it simple for him to come up behind her, pressing the dirty rag against her mouth laced in chloroform. The woman had struggled for some time, scrabbling against the floor as he’d pressed his weight against her, but in the end, her struggles had ceased, her eyes shutting and he’d pushed himself off, looking down at his rabbit.
He groans, feeling the first dregs of cum issuing from his member, it shooting a thick hard load into his trice dirtied jeans. He pulls his hand out slowly, spreading his fingers wide, looking at the trails of cum dribbling down between his fingers and feels his lips spread into a grin. He turns towards the woman and wipes his dirtied hand over her chest, leaving trails of his seed all over her cotton tee, sections shimmering on her breasts. He wipes his hand fully on her tee, enjoying how it becomes stained with his filth. Smiling, he heads to a wooden table to the right corner of the room, taking two blades and runs them against each other with sharp snaps as they rip against the opposing blade of one another. Soon, soon he will feed on this woman’s tender flesh and savor the joy of her taste!
He places the blades back on the table and picks up a metal paddle with drilled holes in the board for more wind resistance. The metal is rusted red with dried blood. Malick runs his tongue over it, remembering the screams of former victims. It makes him stiff and hard again and he finds himself rubbing one off again, but as he grows stiffer, he forces himself to stop. Why spill it emptily now that he has his target with him?
He walks over to the woman and shoves the paddle in the loop of his belt, looking her over. Her breasts press snugly against her tee, inviting him to grab at them. He leans forward and grips her breasts, squeezing them tight, crushing them in his grip before running his hands over her waist slowly, going down her hips. He traces the curves of her pelvis a few times before gripping the belt line of her shorts and taking two handfuls, pulls violently, ripping the thin fabric away, revealing the woman’s creamy skin with those delectable thighs. He continues stripping away the shorts, pulling them away in shreds until only a few strands of torn silk still hang on her body. Her genitals stare at him, her lips twitching from the cold. He grins. In his haste he must have torn away her panties as well.
He looks around on the floor and finds the displaced garment stuck to a torn piece of the shorts. It’s a torn white cotton thing smelling of piss and genital fluids. He hadn’t noticed she was wet earlier, but he should have figured it with her fear.
He takes the garment, running his tongue over it hungrily, lapping at the warm liquid before biting down on the clothe. He suckles on it for awhile, pulling at it and moves it between his teeth, drenching it in his own saliva, before tossing it aside and crawling towards the woman on all fours, her genitals beckoning to him.
He traces his hands over her legs slowly, feeling her knobbly knees and then rising towards her inner thighs, tracing her curves until he is feeling her genitals. He pushes open her pussy lips with two fingers, staring at the pink flesh that seems so inviting. It almost seems to pulse with life, beckoning him to bite at it.
He leans his face close, slowly at first then closer still, pushing his nose against her slit, taking in the odor before pushing his tongue in and running it around her insides, slowly at first, then in quick flicks, feeling as the woman begins to squirm, fluids issuing from her hole. He laps at it more hungrily and feels her twisting, the folds of her lips brushing against his lips.
Instinctively, he bites down, snapping his teeth down on the fold of flesh and hears the woman cry out, shrieking as she pulls away. But even as she pulls, he holds himself firm, letting her own body’s squirming rip that piece of meat away from her body. It comes away with a pop, the woman shrieking in his ears, her voice piercing. Still.. It sounds so far away compared to the sensations in his mouth.
He swishes the bit of meat in his mouth, pushing it first one way, then another, chewing on it slowly, savoring the taste before slowly swallowing and licking his lips. He looks up towards her, towards Sasha’s beautiful blue eyes so large with fear and can only think... he wants more!

It had been a hard night for Sasha, both physically and mentally. She had been chewed out after the game by the coach for missing some interceptions he claimed she should have been able to catch and for not pulling her weight enough. This whole discourse had kept her in the back office longer than she’d have desired and afterwards she’d taken her time in the shower, trying to wash off the fear and hide her tears from the others. She’d been threatened with benching on the next game if she didn’t improve her performance. These worries were on her mind so much so that it was she’d been the last one to exit the shower. Not due so much to her wanting to leave so much as the lights going out in booming noises as the cleaning staff began to turn all the power off.
“Fuck,” she’d hissed under her breath, leaning her head against the shower stall and letting the water run cool over her neck and down the crevice of her spine into the gap of her ass cheeks. She knew she’d have to go home and put on a face and pretend that what the coach had said didn’t bother her, but she wasn’t sure just how long she could keep such facades up. Her family was already getting suspicious and her mother was pushing at her to look into boys more and find one with a good, steady job. She’d hissed at the thought, finding that as repugnant if not more so than being benched or kicked off the team. At least if she was benched it was her own choice and no one else’s. Her own actions.
Letting her anger motivate her, she’d exited into the dark empty parking lot, head hung low, a low shudder escaping her lips. She’d wondered how she’d keep the news from everyone if she was in such a state already when a force slammed into her, throwing her to the floor. No sooner was she on the ground than someone was jerking her head back and pushing a rag against her mouth with a foul smell.
She’d tried to kick out, to get out from under her attacker but she’d just heard him laugh, pushing his weight down on her further as he’d leaned in against her, his hot breath against her cheeks, long slavering tongue running over her neck.
“My precious,” he’d hissed. “You’re all mine and I’m going to eat you all up from head to toe!” Then he’d started laughing, a loud bellowing noise that she was sure with her screams, someone should have noticed. She thought someone would but her body soon became unresponsive, body growing heavy and her eyelids shut on her, the last words she heard that of something about a rabbit, then it had all gone completely dark.

Now she screams, a primal sense of pain waking her to reality. The creature before her grins, still wearing his hoody, large nose flared with small eyes looking at her from under scruffy matts of hair and bushy eye brows, a large growth on his chin with two hairs poking out making him look something like a troll. She finds how his mouth moves back and forth disgusting, reminding her something of a cow chewing its cud. The man swallows, his adam’s apple bobbing as he turns to look at her, his teeth stained red as he grins and she screams realizing the red is blood.

Malik grabs the girl’s face, squeezing her cheeks tight to prevent anymore sound from issuing from her lips, now finding the noise more bothersome than anything else. He pulls out his paddle, twisting it around before her.
“I think I better tenderize my meat some before eating anymore, don’t you?”
She shakes her head back and forth, the tears streaming down her eyes.
“No.... don’t..” she mumbles in a shrilly voice.
He spits on her, making the woman wince as she shuts her eyes to block out the spittle.
“Sorry,” he says, “I don’t much care for what you think.”
He rubs the paddle in between her soft cunt lips, making the woman squirm. She lifts up her legs as if this will prevent him from bringing down the paddle on them. He pushes the paddle up between her soft cunt lips, feeling her push herself up on her tip toes, she shaking her head or trying to as tears run down her eyes.
“Noo.... please...” she begs.
“Didn’t I say I don’t care for what you think?” he says with a sneer.
He raises the paddle and even before he’s brought it between her legs, the woman is already screaming, having pulled away from his grasp in her twisting motions to get away from him. Angered, he grips her neck, squeezing down on it and brings the paddle down, swinging it between her legs so her cunt makes a loud splat against the paddle. She jerks her head up and howls, her legs almost clamping down on the paddle.
“And that’s just the first blow, bitch,” he says. “There’s a lot more tenderizing to do before I’m ready to eat! Feel free to scream if you want!”
He raises the paddle and the woman begins to let out her shrill cry once more. He lets her, thinking it only a proper noise to accompany his work before the paddle comes down, breaking that shriek with its beautiful splat. He cry cuts out in a squeak before she begins screaming again, the cry mixed in with tears and sobbing gasp.
He grins. The woman really is like a rabbit and he’ll enjoy skinning her alive!
He brings the paddle down again against her tender cunt lips, watching with joy how the woman twist and turns in her binds. He lets her swing around a bit before bringing the paddle down again, enjoying the smacking noises the metal makes against her skin.

Sasha jerks in her bonds as each blow falls upon her, making her body bounce, her cries getting cut off with each blow only to start off again as the next blow lands. She begs the man to stop when she can think cohesively, but that only seems to bring the paddle down between her legs harder, the sharp metal biting into her pussy lips, ripping into her tender flesh. Again and again, it comes down between her legs, making her burn at her genitals. She can feel a hot fluid beginning to trickle down from between her legs and finds herself pissing on the floor in fear, hating the pain and abuse.
The piss hurts, stinging against some open wounds and she moans. She tries to rip away from her binds, knowing the futility of the action and still trying all the same in a vain hope something will be different.
The man walks around her, tracing the paddle against the contours of her body before wacking the side of her hip with a hard blow, leaving a red mark there. She yelps in pain and the man grins.
He’s enjoying this, she realizes, hearing a giggle come from the man’s lips. He’s enjoying beating me!
The man takes the paddle, which is dripping with a red fluid that makes Sasha’s heart fall. It’s blood. The paddle is covered in her blood!
As she holds her legs tight together, she can still feel the warm blood running down her legs, dribbling down her thighs along with the urine that stings at the cuts and abrasions making the whole thing worse.
The man, for his own part, looks at the paddle, turning it in his grip, watching the blood run down the length of it. She watches in horror as he holds the paddle over his open mouth, letting the blood drip into his mouth. He smacks his lips as he feels the first taste of it, lowering the paddle and wiping away at his lips and chin where some blood has dribbled out.
“It’s a good start,” he says. “But not enough.”
Sasha shakes her head, the tears running down her eyes. “No... no more... please...”

Malik brings the paddle down on the woman’s hip, enjoying the nice little whack noise it makes against her soft skin. He looks at the red mark the paddle leaves behind loving how there are little scratches along her skin where the metal bites at her body. He circles her body slowly, tracing the metal around the edge of her skin before coming to rest on her behind which is still creamy white and smooth, just waiting for his abuse.
He subconsciously raises the paddle to his mouth, biting along the edge in his anxiousness, desirous of taking that ass with his cock and sucks in from the nectar of blood coating the paddle. His eyes roll in his head as he groans in ecstacy, unable to take it, his member hardening in his pants.
In his frustration, he brings the paddle down on the woman’s round rear, hearing her shriek as the blow lands on her white skin, her flesh jiggling with the hit. It makes his dick harder, the precum beginning to leak out of his fleshy appendage and he brings the paddle down, again and again, using more force with each blow and landing each harder than the last. He watches as the once pristine skin becomes red and inflamed with the blows, the rough metal scraping away at the skin and cutting at the flesh, eliciting scream after scream from the woman’s lips.
He keeps hitting her until the flesh is raw, covered in wounds and abrasions, sweat running down thickly from his scalp, a sweaty feel dampening his arm pits. He wipes at the sweat and admires his handiwork, slapping playfully at the woman’s behind with his hand which is enough of a blow for the woman to cry out in between her sobs.
He looks at his hand, covered in crusty blood and almost can’t decide between wanting to fuck her or wanting to eat her. In the end, it’s the uncomfortable feeling in his trousers that wins out and he begins to unbuckle his pants quickly so that his meat sausage can breathe freely. The foot long piece of flesh springs forward as he drops his dirty pants and boxers to the floor, kicking them away angrily while he rubs his long and hard member, the sores along its edge blistering. Now, he thinks, looking at the tight anus between the round backside of the woman’s butt cheeks, now, he’ll take a warm drive in the back end before snacking on the hors d’oeuvre. He licks his lips in anticipation and walks up towards the woman, spreading her anus open with his fingers as he aligns his member to her puckered hole and begins to push inside.

For Sasha this has been an excruciating hour. Her body drips with sweat, the warmth from her pussy matching what’s coming off her burning backside, making the entirety of her hips feel as if they are on fire. The sweat stings mightily at the wounds coursing over her buttocks and when the man nonchalantly slaps her ass, what should have been no more than an annoyance makes her cry out in agony.
Sasha sobs, looking out into the darkness of the tunnels, having no idea where she is or what she can do to get out of this hell hole. She only knows that it is pure hell.
As the horrid man begins to play with her ass, Sasha squeezes her eyes shut, just hoping it’ll all be over quickly. When she feels his fingers probing at her anus, she feels her heart skip a beat. No, she thinks, wanting to deny the reality of her situation, he can’t really mean to take her there. He can’t!
But as much as she denies it, she feels the thick flesh begin to push itself inside, forcing its way through her tight virgin asshole, ripping it open as the massive member pushes inside. As it plunges in deeper, cutting its way through her insides, she feels her anal passage tear and she groans as she feels more warmth flow from her backside and more pain join what is already there.
She thinks on her mother and wonders, what she would think if she could see her daughter in such a horrible position as this? Being sodomized by some dirty street urchin while she is chained to a dirty pipe. The humiliation as much as anything galls at her and she hangs her head in shame.
Then the man thrust inside and Sasha cries out, all thought of her shame ripped away from her as her insides are crushed by the man’s intrusion.

Malik thrust in and out of the woman’s backside, enjoying the feel of her overly tight anus, enjoying how it squelches around his dick as he pushes in and out. He digs his fingers into her ass cheeks, pushing in and out, in and out... his pace increasing as he finds purchase and thrusting faster, trying to tear the woman wide open. After all, she is only meat to be beaten and his dick is the hammer to work her body over.
Her cries become louder, the chains jingling above as he continues to fuck her, beating against her hips with a wet slapping noise, pumping inside of her, his loins heating, a bestial groan issuing from his lips. He pounds away at the woman, leaving long gauges along her hips as he does so, enjoying the feeling of warm blood under his fingers. All too soon though, he finds that tight anus pulling at his cum, gulping it down like a guzzling whore and drawing it out of him before he’s had his full enjoyment of pleasure.
He grips the woman’s hair, breathing hard as he gives her hips a few more quick jabs with his cock, stirring her insides with his member before pulling out with a pop, feeling his cum spill out from the open wound in a thick torrent that splatters all over the floor. He runs his hand down the woman’s chest, drawing his hand under her cotton shirt and massages her large globes, all sweaty from her exertions. As he plays with her nipple, rubbing it between two fingers, he wonders how her tits will taste when he bites into them?
He can already feel his mouth beginning to drool, saliva spilling out over his lips and chin. Then he remembers what better meat there is as his hand wanders slowly down over her hips, the abrasions opening up her skin and giving him a better purchase for biting.
He slowly slides down the woman’s back side and looks at her raw hips, those two pieces of round flesh hanging down and open as if by a knife, waiting for him to bite into them. He takes hold of that round meaty flesh with his hands and opens his mouth wide...
As teeth sink into tender flesh a scream echoes through the tunnels, sounding shrill as if something is being ripped apart and these sounds are followed by the splitting of flesh and tearing of meat as something eats away at its victim, ripping her apart, bit by blood bit...
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Gorgeous! Thank you for sharing this story!
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