by Park, J. R.
Even Cassie was more popular than him!
He checked over his message again. Was it spelt right? Had he missed out any words in his haste to type?
Of course, he’d forgotten to end with kisses. If she read it without kisses she might think he was annoyed with her.
He typed in XX and pressed send.
Again a phone went off in the next room, its vibrating alert amplified against a hard surface.
The first time could be coincidence, but twice?
With curiosity getting the better of him, Benjamin pressed the call button against Fi’s name.
From the sitting room a ring tone started to sound.
Slowly Benjamin got to his feet and carefully walked into the next room. A mobile phone, years out of date with a scuffed, red plastic case rang and vibrated on the coffee table in front of him. The blue, LCD screen illuminated in time with the ring tone and displayed a contact name.
Not wanting to believe, but needing to know, he crept forward to take a closer look. The screen had a few scratches across its front but the name it displayed was unmistakable:
Benjamin Peters.
Shocked at this sight, he felt the blood drain from his face.
What was going on?
He looked up and saw Cassie standing at the bottom of the stairs. Her hulking frame looked even bigger than before and her smile held a sinister malice. Her apron was splattered with a red substance. In her hand she held something that was dripping the same crimson liquid. His eyes focused on the pink, fleshy object and it was only when he saw a set of toes did he understand she was holding a dismembered human foot!
Desperate to get away from her he ran backwards into the kitchen and stumbled into the table. The impact knocked his glass, spilling what was left of the orange juice. As the colourful liquid splashed onto the kitchen tiles he noticed a fizzing and bubbling.
‘What have you put in my drink?’ he screamed, already feeling his tongue growing numb.
With surprising speed Cassie ran toward him and wrapped her fingers round his throat. He kicked and punched, but her bulk absorbed the blows. As the medication coursed through his body his attempts to fight grew weaker. The woman, now monstrous to Benjamin, squeezed his windpipe and with one hand picked him clean off the ground. His feet dangled helplessly as he struggled for breath.
Looking into her cold, inhumane eyes his fight turned to surrender as a tear ran down his face. He tried to plead but could not speak.
Cassie squeezed harder until, starved of oxygen, his brain could not remain conscious any longer.
3
As if sleep was suffocating him Benjamin awoke with a gasp and panted for oxygen. His body ached with bruising whilst the cold air felt like pin pricks on his naked body.
He had not seen this room before, but knew it must be in Cassie’s house. It had the same aroma of disinfectant and air fresheners that had smelt so pleasing to him this morning. Now it tickled his throat and turned his stomach.
The pastel shades and floral wallpaper were different, but only in the detail to the spare room he’d slept in. The white, cotton doilies on the well-polished dresser were as immaculate as the rest of her home. The bed he stood in front of was perfectly made; its green, velvet headboard and frilly edged duvet bordered a pattern of roses and lavenders and fabric conditioned sheets. A tall, ornate wardrobe stood adjacent to the bed whilst the curtains were drawn over the window on the other side.
He tried to move, but Benjamin’s hands and feet were tied to a pole firmly secured to the floor that reached up to the ceiling. He had been trussed up in a standing position and stripped of all his clothes, the chill in the air tightening his exposed balls. Again he shook at his restraints but they would not loosen. The sound of a door opening behind him made him freeze.
Cassie walked into the room and gently lay on the bed in front of him, her movements were slow and deliberate. She licked her lips whilst maintaining eye contact at all times during her attempt to descend seductively.
‘Well, well, well,’ she said observing her prisoner.
Gone was the apron and floral dress she had worn previously. Her homely image of before had been replaced with something much more sexual, much more grotesque. The light reflected off the smooth, shiny material of the black, rubber dress that firmly held the rolling curves of her body. The dress was short, ending at the tops of her thighs, and its low cut neckline pulled her ample bosom into an impressive cleavage. The material clung obscenely tight against her large, rotund frame, threatening to give way at any moment, yet the durability of the rubber held strong against the strain. At the points where the dress ended, rolls of fat collected into grotesque, unsightly mounds of white skin and blue veins that wobbled like a foul blancmange with every movement. Her hands and arms were adorned with elbow length, rubber gloves pushing the misshapen flesh at the tops of her arms into soft bulges, like breasts from an uncooked chicken.
Her lips were painted a shocking red, and she tongued one of her fingers, sliding it between her painted pout as she spread her legs wide in front of Benjamin, revealing a neatly trimmed patch of pubic hair.
‘Please let me go,’ the boy pleaded.
‘Why would I want to do that?’ Cassie asked rhetorically as she got to her knees then slowly crawled on the bed towards him.
Her rubber clad fingers began to stroke his physique, gliding down his toned abs and stroking his penis. Standing in front of him, Cassie began to pull at his prick in a rhythmic motion whilst she slowly licked his nipples. Between strokes from her tongue she paused to whisper a soft, breathy voice in his ear.
‘You are so pretty,’ she gasped, ‘how many hearts have you broken?’
Despite being held against his will the expert precision with which Cassie caressed Benjamin began to stimulate his genitals. He tried to fight it, but slowly his cock began to swell and his nipples responded until both were rock hard.
‘How about if you fuck me?’ Cassie asked. ‘Will you fuck me if I let you go?’
Lowering herself back down to her knees, Cassie gripped his shaft and ran his swollen helmet around her thick, red lips. Benjamin tried to fight the sensation, but groaned with pleasure as she forced his shaft deep into her mouth. Unable to move he watched the back of her head slide up and down as she brought him closer and closer to climax.
Just when he felt on the edge of orgasm, when his cock couldn’t get any harder, Cassie removed him from her mouth and looked up at him teasingly. Her hand came from behind her back revealing a thick, large rubber band stretched around her fingers. Without a word of warning she placed the band round his penis and wound it over itself until it was as tight as it could be. Benjamin screamed as the band gripped his skin, a mixture of shock and pain.
Cassie climbed back on to the bed and smiled, her devilishly smug expression was transfixed on Benjamin’s captive erection.
‘I want to keep you hard for as long as I can,’ she gasped, almost breathless with excitement.
Reaching down beside the bed, Cassie picked up a black handled knife; its long, seven-inch blade gleamed in the harsh illumination of the halogen light bulbs overhead. She ran her tongue along the flat edge imitating the skills she had demonstrated only moments earlier on his reluctantly willing penis.
Seeing the knife in her hand Benjamin screamed as loud as he could, praying that someone would hear.
As she thrust it toward him he saw the blade flash, its metal length glinting in the light. The tip caught his chest and easily pierced the skin, slicing through his flesh. Another two came in quick succession, sinking deeper into his torso and releasing rivers of crimson coloured blood. The pain seared through his body causing his muscles to tense and spasm as tears rolled down his cheeks amid cries for freedom.
Cassie laughed as she ran her glove across his bloodied chest and licked the claret fluid from her fingers.
‘Mmmmmmm,’ she groaned and slid her rubber clad digits deep inside her wet pussy.
He
r index finger massaged her clit whilst the next two fingers explored her vagina, her groans increasing with every centimetre further discovered. Not completely lost in her own world, Cassie opened her eyes from time to time to study her captive play thing and swipe her knife at his vulnerable body. The attacks were lazy and secondary to the pleasure she was enjoying. Some swings missed wildly, whilst others skated across her victim’s chest, slicing the skin and spilling blood that poured down his torso.
Benjamin’s penis was still swollen. The blood keeping him hard was trapped by her make shift tourniquet. It clenched round his shaft causing him to lose feeling. In fact it had grown so numb that he barely felt Cassie eagerly take hold of it again with a firm but tender grip. She looked at his dick for a moment with delight before pulling it out as far as it would stretch. Her smile widened as his cock reached full length. Despite its growing numbness Benjamin was still able to feel the uncomfortable strain on the organ’s tissue, as the skin and muscle were held taut.
Cassie took her knife and, with a violent swipe, brought it down hard on his shaft. The sharp blade sliced deep into his dick, splintering tendons and severing ligaments as, wildly, she hacked again and again at the base of his manhood.
Benjamin roared with pain as the blade cut through vein and muscle in haphazard fashion. Blood flicked from the blade and splashed wildly about the room soaking the bed sheets and splattering the doilies. Hack after hack after hack slashed down, cutting through the sinew and flesh. Her brutal chopping gouged chunks out at a time and threw blood into the air until a small strand of stretched skin was the only thing attaching his penis to the rest of his body.
With sadistic glee Cassie gripped his shaft and pulled it, agonizingly ripping the final thread of skin in a twisting, slow motion. Millimetre by millimeter she savoured every moment of the final tear until his penis was completely severed.
He tried to close his eyes as tears streamed down his face and howls involuntarily erupted from his lungs, but the horrific sight entranced his gaze.
Cassie firmly held the base of his severed cock, keeping it hard by sealing the blood inside. She threw herself back onto the bed and manically began to fill her pussy with his separated member. Like it was any shop purchased dildo she frantically fucked herself amid yelps of ecstasy, mixed with Benjamin’s cries of despair. She pumped the bloody member against her clit with a firm rhythm, increasing her speed and power of thrust in tandem with the volume of her rapturous wails. She writhed on the bed as her climax approached, and with one final squeal of pleasure Cassie lifted the cock above her and, removing the band from the base, she let his blood spill across her cleavage.
A terrible, jagged rip of flesh and gushing wound between his legs were all that was left of Benjamin’s crotch. The blood flowed from this gory stump, down his thighs and onto the carpet. Unable to move and wracked with pain his body and brain went into shock. Mindlessly screaming until he became too weak and his throat too sore, concepts like time and feeling began to lose all meaning. His head fell forward as he lost strength to support it; his vision began to fade and as the blood continued to spurt from his grisly injuries death was only moments away.
Rusted, metal links dug into her soft, milky skin as the chain pulled tight around her wrists. The other end was secured to a rail overhead and with her hands and arms held out, stretched and high, she hung in the air, an unconscious prisoner.
As Charlotte woke her body gently swayed whilst her feet, not having to support the weight of her slender, athletic build, scuffed the floor freely in her suspension. Her bottom lip was swollen and cut whilst bruises dappled her arms with a patchwork of blues and yellows.
Her long, black hair fell in front of her face but unfortunately did not obscure her vision. Darkness surrounded her except for a strip of vertical light. This solitary length of illumination held a view she tried desperately to avoid.
The door of the wardrobe she was trapped in had been left ajar purposefully for Charlotte to spectate from, and try as she might to look away there was something horrifically hypnotic that made her eye the scenes with terrible detail.
A boy stood, strapped to the pole in front of Cassandra’s bed, his crotch oozed blood from a ragged stump. He howled and shrieked as Cassandra lay on the bed and brought herself to climax with…oh god. This was worse than the last one.
Charlotte’s tears matched the boy’s as she blubbed in disgust, having to view a sight even more sickening than the previous horrors her captor had forced her to witness. Cassie heard her sobbing and turned to face the wardrobe, wiping the blood from her breasts as it dripped from the boy’s lifeless, limp penis.
‘You see that, Fi,’ Cassie whooped with delight, a malicious tone resonating through every word, ‘you can’t have him. He’s not yours he’s mine, and look what I’ve done! None left for you!’
She turned to the boy and watched his body spasm against the pole. His skin had turned bone white whilst his eyes were fixed downwards to the floor, staring towards an unfocused middle distance in a nondescript corner. He didn’t look dead, but he wasn’t far from it. He was in shock and losing blood rapidly.
Cassie stood up from the bed and opened the wardrobe wider.
‘How did you feel, Fi?’ she mocked. ‘How did you feel watching me play with him? You filthy little slut.’
Cassie threw the hacked and bloody remains of the boy’s penis at Charlotte. It hit her in the face like a soggy piece of cardboard. The gory organ slowly slid down her body like a putrid leech, leaving a thick, red trail in the wake of its descent.
‘I’m not Fi,’ Charlotte cried as she shook the penis from her, ‘my name is Charlotte. Why are you doing this?’
Cassie did not seem to hear the girl’s cry, or if she did it was purposefully ignored. Instead she unhooked the chain from the rail and, with one strong movement, threw Charlotte onto the blood splattered bed.
‘Smell my come,’ she cackled.
Charlotte looked up at the boy. The bleeding had slowed and his face had grown gaunt. She looked at his chest but could not see any movement indicating breathing. That was another one she had killed!
‘Why are you doing this?’ Charlotte screamed hysterically.
Cassie laughed, turning her back to take a tissue from the dresser. Seeing her moment Charlotte got to her feet and bolted to the open door of the bedroom. Exhausted and hungry she used every ounce of strength she could muster to sprint across the room. Reaching the doorway she heard Cassie call out but this was not the time to be looking back. She ran along the hallway as big heavy footsteps pounded the ground close behind.
‘Don’t you go anywhere you fucking little whore,’ Cassie spat.
Excited yelps came from the dog room as the pair ran past. Charlotte turned to go down the stairs, but with her hands tied she struggled to balance and fell forward. Hitting every step with a heavy knock, she tumbled to the bottom, landing in a crumpled heap. Dazed and hurting Charlotte turned back to see Cassie at the top of the stairs. For a few seconds they both looked at each other, not moving a muscle. The trance was broken as Cassie sprung into life, running down the stairs and towards her wounded prey.
Charlotte quickly got to her feet and ran to the front door. She caught hold of the handle and pulled it downwards, throwing all her weight into the movement. The handle creaked as it turned, the door stood firm and her fingers slid from their grip. The door was locked!
There was no second chance at trying it again; Cassie caught her by the hair and yanked her backwards. Howling in pain Charlotte fell on her ass and was dragged back up the stairs.
The door of the dog room banged and shook in its frame as the excited yelps continued from the other side.
Opening the storage room Cassie lifted Charlotte off the ground with both hands and threw her through the entrance. The room was pitch black as she landed on a damp floor, her fall being broken by something soft and wet. As the harsh, artificial light flickered on it revealed a room at odds with the rest
of the house.
The wallpaper was torn and stained, the floor was uncarpeted leaving chipped and ragged floorboards exposed as if it were the skeletal structure; a bone poking through a deep wound in the house. The room was devoid of furniture. Near the door stood a vacuum cleaner, a large knife and some clear plastic sheets.
Strewn across the floor lay human bodies, all young men. It was impossible to say how many as they were all in different states of dismemberment. The floor was stained red with blood as once beautiful, lifeless faces stared in vacant fear at the ceiling. Mangled limbs with jagged, bloody stumps crisscrossed the room where they had been carelessly tossed.
Disgusted by the horror surrounding her, Charlotte crawled against a wall for safety, placing her back against the plasterboard and hiding behind her own knees for protection.
‘Look what you’ve done, Fi!’ cried Cassie surveying the room. ‘Look at all the boys you can’t play with anymore.’
Tears rolled down Charlotte’s cheeks. ‘I’m not Fi,’ she protested, ‘my name is Charlotte.’
Ignoring her screams, Cassie got to her knees. Picking up the knife she began to cut at one of the corpses, slicing at the flesh of the arm like it was a roast chicken to be carved for Sunday dinner. The blade made a dull scraping sound as it hit the bone and her progress slowed. After a few attempts at sawing through each side, Cassie took the arm in both hands and snapped the weakened bone in two. A fiendish smile spread across her face.
‘We have to keep it clean,’ she said to Charlotte.
Taking hold of the now dismembered hand she placed it into a plastic bag and sealed the top. The bag had a round hole that she filled with the nozzle from the vacuum cleaner. Turning the machine on, it sucked all the air from the bag, creating an airtight package.