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College had turned out to be a wealth of opportunity and with new date rape drugs and an abundance of alcohol he had had an easy time of it. Unlike Ian, however, he preferred fucking them when they were fully conscious of what he was doing to them. He liked to see their faces as he inflicted himself and his extreme tastes on them. When he had stumbled on John and Ian’s little game, his fantasies had been realized. The girl stirred in her sleep and curled up in a fetal position. She looked oddly peaceful. Sam leaned over and rubbed a strand of her soft golden hair between his fingers. John entered the cabin then. He’d been out chopping wood. Sam glanced at him.

"I’m not fucking her filled with Ian’s mutts cum," Sam complained loudly. "We have to clean her up."

John didn’t look at the bed, ignoring the girl now. He shrugged.

"Do what you need to do."

Sam nodded and gently attached the shackles to the girls ankles so as not to wake her yet. He undid her wrist restraint and clipped a handcuff to one wrist gently pulling her arms behind her back and clipping the other wrist into the handcuffs. Sara woke groggily and started jerking and struggling spasmodically wondering where she was, incoherent for the moment. Sam gripped one of her fingers and started bending it the wrong way. She cried out in pain and went limp and he stopped.

He dragged her off the bed by the handcuffs and she landed with a loud smack on the floor. Before she could right herself and stand he pulled her across the room, her naked flesh dragging painfully along the bare, cold floor.

"Please … don’t! What are you doing?" She cried out hoarsely and tried to stand up as he dragged her towards the doorway. It was pitch black outside. She managed to get to her feet briefly but he hauled her over the threshold onto the wet grass and she fell again. He dragged her across the grass like a sack of potatoes, the wet dew and cool night air on her naked flesh chilled her to the bone. He brought her to a small pine tree about ten yards from the cabin to which a dog chain was attached. He clipped it quickly to her handcuffs and walked away. When he had disappeared into the cabin, she fumbled behind her, trying to unhook the chain but the catch was too heavy and she couldn’t get a good grip. She squatted so that she didn’t have to sit or lie on the cold ground and hunkered down trying to keep warm and trying to ease the sobbing that seemed to be taking her over. Her feet against the earth became numb with cold.

She realized she needed to go to the bathroom. They hadn’t let her go yet and she realized she must’ve been holding on for hours. Miserably she watched the cabin, wondering why he was leaving her out in the cold. She couldn’t hold on, they probably didn’t even have a toilet, so she moved around to the far side of the tree and squatted, feeling welcome relief as her bladder emptied into the ground. Immediately she moved away from the area she had just fouled. A fresh wave of tears overwhelmed her as she considered what she had been reduced to, chained to a tree, made to go to the toilet on the ground like some animal. Unbearably, a wave of nausea hit her, choking her and she leaned against the tree and vomited up Doritos and beer, retching when there was nothing left in her stomach to purge. When she looked up Sam was standing there staring down at her grinning. Bestiality videos with thumbnails and VHS for sale!

"You look like shit. You smell like shit. But we’re going to clean you up." She stared at him bewildered and hopeful.

"A shower?" She asked hopefully, her voice brittle, her teeth chattering. She could get rid of the foulness that covered her body, get rid of the dog smell. She shuddered at the thought pictures, photographs and video for sale.

"Baby, we’re in the mountains, there ain’t no shower up here. Now stand up."

Unsteadily she got to her feet, using the pine tree as support. She was unprepared for the bucket of cold water he threw at her. She screamed in horror as the cold water bit into her skin, opening the cuts and scratches. Sam laughed at her and she lunged at him in a fury, but he was too quick and moved back out of her range and the chain yanked her backwards. She fell on the ground sobbing and shivering, hair dripping with cold water.

Sam squatted in front of her and grabbed a handful of her hair, yanking her face up to look at him. Her lips were a tight blue line and her face looked terrible and pallid.

"I’m gonna get you clean, get rid of that dog cum okay? If you cooperate then we’ll see about warm water and a towel? All right?" She nodded helplessly, willing to do anything to escape this torture quickly. He reached into the bucket and produced a scrubbing brush and proceeded to scrub her skin with it. It was abrasive and unnecessary, opening up the scratches on her back. The pain was intense but seemed to distract from the cold so she endured it, feeling her muscles tense and begin to spasm from the shivering stories about bestiality.

"Sit." Sam commanded and she sat awkwardly in the grass. He splashed the last of the cold water onto her lap, it trickled down into her pubic hair and he rubbed her down there with a rag and soap. The soap stung and she gritted her teeth as he slid the bar over the sensitive lips of her vagina and tried to push it up into her. She shut her eyes and absented her body again during this new depravity. The soap was too big to fit but he managed to wedged it into her about half way and then began to push it in and out, fucking her with it. The stinging pain was intense and she started crying again. He slopped more cold water on her and then removed the soap. When she opened her eyes he was staring at her face as if mesmerized, as if he was trying to imagine her pain movie clips and videos vhs sales.

He got up and walked back into the cabin, leaving her there covered in stinging soap, shivering violently. It was ten minutes before he came back and she began to rock and huddle into herself to try and return some warmth to her body. When he returned he carried a towel and another bucket full of warm water and gently, systematically he bathed her all over, rinsing off the soap, rubbing off the caked cum. Finally, he poured the last of the warm water over her head. She stilled appreciating the heat, feeling momentarily human. Then he rubbed her down with a towel, vigorously drying her off. He towel dried her hair almost gently and told her to stand which she did, hoping he was going to take her back inside.

Instead he stood in front of her. He was tall, maybe five or six inches taller than she. He began to comb out her hair with his finger tips. She swallowed and looked away. When she did his fingers became caught in her hair and he yanked unexpectedly and she yelled out in surprise. He tossed the towel to the ground and continued pulling her hair, forcing her down onto her knees on the towel in front of him. He let go of her hair and pulled a switchblade knife from his jeans pocket.

"Now its time for business." He stared down at her kneeling for him, her arms secured behind her back, and chained to the tree. He ran the sharp blade across her cheek, slowly dragging the tip down over her throat. Her mouth went dry. She remembered what John had said about Sam’s tastes and she also remembered it was he who had cut off her clothes. She stared at him terrified. He seemed riveted by the knife as it dawdled over her throat and down the center of her chest. She tensed and found herself breathing hard when he pressed the edge against her sternum between her breasts, enough to draw a light line of blood. When she flinched he seemed to recognize her.

"I want a blow job or I’m going to cut you deeper than that little scratch." He stated simply. She stared at him and nodded. Somehow she knew he wasn’t kidding.

He unzipped his fly and released his prick. It was wide and bandy and a huge eight inches without being fully erect. She shivered at its size. The knife pushed against the back of her neck encouraging her forward to take the quickly hardening member into her mouth. Sam groaned and wound his other hand into her hair coaxing her head forward and back, letting his prick move in and out of her mouth.

"Suck me tight," he murmured.

His cock was wide and as it inflated it stretched the corners of her mouth. The cold had tensed all her muscles and she felt her jaw begin to seize up. She sucked loudly hoping he wouldn’t notice as she tried to loosen her jaw. The cock grew larger in her mouth and began butting the back of her throat making her gag. The eight inches had expanded to almost nine. He was forcing it down her throat ignoring her gag reflex and the tears streaming down her face message boards.

"Oh yeah, didn’t I tell you I was going to fuck your face?" He whispered still holding the back of her head with one hand and the knife against her neck with the other. He began banging his hips against her face as he fucked her mouth. She started to moan loudly, unable to get any air she began to feel light headed, the long shaft blocking off her air way. Her eyes started to bulge and she thought she was going to pass out.

"Yeah, you’re going to swallow all my shit." He grunted as he came, pumping his spunk down her throat, forcing her to swallow the salty stuff. She coughed and choked on it but dared not spit it out. The acrid taste hit the back of her throat making her want to vomit again. Then, thankfully, he slipped out of her mouth and she coughed and gasped for air and some of his fluid dribbled from her lips. When he lifted her head he could see it dripping over her chin and frowned.

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Before she knew what had happened he brought his knife to her chest and slashed her. She shrieked in agony and fell forward hugging his knees as he continued to slash at her back and arms. John appeared in the doorway when he heard the girl shriek. He peered toward the pine tree through the dimly lit night. Sam was standing over the girl slashing her with his knife. Fuck, John thought, he’s going to kill her and ruin the whole weekend. He dashed out and grabbed Sam’s arm, wrestling the knife away from him. Sam glared at him, a deranged look in his eyes. The girl was whimpering and shivering at his feet, blood trickled from several shallow slash wounds on her back and arms.

"Jesus Sam, what are you doing?" John demanded not waiting for an answer. Unclipping the girl from the chain, he picked her up in his arms. She huddled into his body like a child. Her skin was like ice, reddened to raw in places from where Sam had scrubbed her with the brush. Fucking psychopath, John thought. The knife wounds on her chest and back were not serious, but one on her left arm was quite deep. John felt his jaw muscles tense as he clenched his teeth in irritation. When he got her inside she had passed out. He bound the wound on her arm and mopped the blood off the others and covered her with a blanket, leaving her handcuffed and shackled he clipped the dog chain back onto the shackles. As he banked the fire, Sam skulked into the cabin with a weary eye on John. John ignored him.

"Fuck you John, what’s the difference? She’s going to die anyway." Sam spoke suddenly, harshly defensive sounding. John stiffened. He hated being reminded of that necessity. He straightened and turned from the fire.

"You’re an idiot Sam. And you have a short memory. You’re a fucking sadistic bastard. You get carried away and end up ruining the rest of the weekend."

Sam shrugged angrily and turned away sculling a beer he had found in the ice chest links.

"Well, you interrupted. I haven’t finished my turn yet." He was plaintive sounding like a little boy who’s toy had been taken away for misbehavior. "I want my knife back too."

"Not a chance."

They stared at each other from across the room. It was a stand off they’d had before. After a minute or so, Sam looked away and shrugged erotic stories and clips .

"Fine."

He approached the bed where Sara was lying and stripped back the blanket. She was out cold. He sighed exasperated. Blood oozed from the wound on her chest. He placed a finger on the trickle and rubbed slowly. He could feel John’s eyes on him and he turned with a cold smile.

"Fucking pervert, you like to watch don’t you?"

It was designed to irritate. He knew John would back down. John fixed him with an icy gaze, a warning look, then turned and left the cabin.

"Hmmm, Sara. Now lets finish what we started." Sam spoke softly to the prostrate girl. "Wake uuuh-uup." He sing-songed and lightly slapped her cheek.

Sara came awake with a jolt and registered flaring pain all over her body. She groaned, her eyes fluttering closed again, but another slap opened them and she dimly registered a face hovering above her. She was tired, more tired than she’d been in her whole life. When she recognized Sam it was the first time she genuinely wished she was dead. His eyes staring down at her were like coal. She tasted him in her mouth and felt nauseous again. Her head rolled to the side and she focused on the wall.

"There you are." His voice was light and playful, but he grabbed her face forcing her to look at him. "Saved by the bell, so to speak. But not again. Now this is what’s going to happen. Roll over, stick you butt in the air and wait to get butt fucked okay." When the horror and disbelief shadowed her face, Sam laughed.

"Hey, no one said this was going to be a picnic. John may like sucking your pussy …" He screwed up his nose in distaste. "But this isn’t about that cunt sucker, this is about me. Now fucking roll over or I’m going to go find those scissors and do fucked up things to your cunt hole."

Sara stared at him but couldn’t move. It had all been too much. The pain was too intense and now she didn’t care what happened to her, she hoped he would kill her. She couldn’t do anything to stop him, or any of them. Tears wouldn’t come anymore and she had no energy to struggle. Sam recognized that look and knew they’d broken her. He was surprised. Some of them struggled all weekend, right up until the last, anger and outrage in their eyes as he slit their throats. He thought Sara would be feisty, he was disappointed, but not enough to put off his asian urges.

He wrestled her roughly over onto her stomach. She didn’t resist. He raised her hips off the bed, pushing her knees apart underneath her till she was lying over them, her arms still secured awkwardly behind her back with the handcuffs, her face pressed into the bed. She was like a rag doll, he thought amused. He pushed her butt cheeks apart and spat on the tight, rosy bud of her anus. A virgin, he noticed, grinning with pleasure. Enjoying the sight of the livid wounds his knife had made on the skin of her back, he felt his erection grow again pushing against his jeans. He wondered whether the wounds would make permanent scars, not that it would matter.

He released his cock, stroking it to a nice hard eight inches. Since he’d come earlier he knew he was even harder than before and more in control. He spat again rubbing the spittle over the tight ring of the girl’s anus and pushed the tip of a finger inside her. The girl jerked and stilled. He leaned over her back and whispered.

"Tell me what you feel, or I’ll make this even more unpleasant and believe me I know how to do it very unpleasantly."

Sara’s throat tightened around her voice.

"Answer me." Sam hissed as he shoved his finger roughly into her.

"I hate you." She whispered feeling a tearing pain as his finger invaded her.

Sam chuckled. "Good. And here I thought you’d given it up."

He spat on her again removing his finger and lubricating her ass more before pushing the finger back in.

"Tell me more."

"I hope your balls get gangrene and rot slowly and painfully till they infect your penis and it falls off."

Sam cackled and hooted slipping his finger more quickly in and out of her resisting butt entrance, pushing against the edges of the rubbery ring stretching her wider, wide enough to slip a second finger in slightly. Sara whimpered in pain.

"Uh huh. It’s gonna feel so nice fucking you in there. The butt is so much tighter than the pussy. Yeah, I’m gonna fill your butt with sticky cum." He stroked himself harder imagining. He removed his fingers from her.

"Don’t move." He warned and jumped off the bed. He searched through some drawers and returned. Sara couldn’t see what he was doing, but then a cold blunt object drifted along the crack of her butt and she stiffened.

"You better try to relax," he said. "Or this is gonna be painful."

She tried to swivel her head to see what he was doing. A jar of petroleum jelly sat on the bed and he was coating some steel implement with the stuff. It was the rounded end of a large kitchen knife. She squeezed her eyes shut in horror and cried out in protest when she felt him push it against her anal opening. It was an odd shape and would not go in so he pushed harder. It was slick with jelly and with a little more force it slipped inside her. Its odd angles pushed against the fragile tissue of her anus threatening to split it. Sam stared at the implement disappearing into the girl’s ass. She’d started to cry again in pain and humiliation at this sodomy, it was a hopeless whimpering sound.

"Shut up." He yelled, suddenly pushing the blunt end of the knife in a little deeper. The pain silenced her. He imagined pushing the whole thing inside her, even the sharp end which would cut her internally and make her anal passages fill with dark red blood. He realized she was moaning in pain as he was trying to push the hilt end in too far. He eased it out, not wanting to damage her too much before he’d gotten himself inside there. He lubed his cock with jelly, rolling his eyes with delight at the feel of the thick stuff all over the tight sensitive skin. He rubbed it into his balls till they were slick with it too. He leaned over her back stroking her hair and whispering into the side of her neck. Her eyes were squeezed shut.

"I’m going to fuck you now. You’re gonna feel this cock up your ass, fucking your brains out." He pushed the thick head against her anal ring which was glistening with jelly and his saliva. He marveled that the two and a half inches in diameter could even fit inside the girls butt-hole, but he pushed again and the lubrication allowed the head to slip into her. He thumbed the edges of the tight ring, loosening, relaxing it as it stretched around his circumcised head. The girls back was rigid as he slowly and persistently pushed the rest of his lubed cock all the way up her ass, till his balls rested against her cunt hairs. His mouth dropped open as he enjoyed the feel of the tight tissues around the entire length of his cock. He eased it back feeling her anal passage grip him then he started pumping, fucking that tight space with gleeful, carefree abandon. The more she tensed the greater he felt. He could see blood on his rod from where some of her tissue had torn.

Sara tried to lay still as Sam’s cock invaded her ass, stretching it, tearing it. She tried to relax and take deep breaths so the pain would not be so intense. Every ravaging thrust of his cock in her ass was a nightmare. Her whole body shook. After awhile she began focusing on her breathing and the pain relented, she drifted off out of her body as the assault continued. Sam began to howl when he finally felt himself begin to come. He gripped the girls butt cheeks with both hands widening them, watching his cock driving up her ass. She had relaxed a lot and it made it easier to pound her and he had lasted a long time. He paused when finally his cum would wait no longer and he let out a long hissing breath as it poured up and out of him and into her ass filling up the tight space around his prick. He stayed inside her for a moment, enjoying the warmth of his cum around his deflating cock.