by West, Sam
“Ah, that’s much better, what supple little hands you have, boy,” Harlan said, his eyes closed in bliss.
James wanked all the harder as if to hasten his discharge, undoubtedly so he could get this horrific experience over and done with.
Molly gasped when a large turd emerged from the man’s backside. Amazingly, Esther kept her mouth open.
I wouldn’t do that. I couldn’t. They would have to kill me first…
The turd expelled in a fluid motion and slipped past the woman’s waiting lips. The woman groaned and her eyes bulged. The shit kept on coming and disappeared further into the woman’s waiting mouth.
Just when Molly thought she was going to actually swallow the damn thing, the woman screamed and rolled onto her side, spitting out the foul offering from Harlan’s corrupt bowels.
“I can’t, you’ll have to kill me first,” she said between retching and convulsive sobbing. “You’re all fucking animals!”
“Animals,” her husband said thoughtfully, just as Harlan expelled another hard jet of spunk in a sticky puddle on the floor with a howl.
The boy crawled away from the beast, sobbing every bit as hard as Esther.
“Do you think we’re animals, Sebastian?”
“No, Dick, I do not.”
Harlan started making monkey noises. He grabbed his still stiff cock and swung it round and round in circles. He continued to whoop and holler and jump around with bended knees, the knuckles of his free hand scraping on the ground. The sound of it inexplicably troubled Molly even more than watching him shitting in someone’s mouth.
“Well, maybe my brother is a bit of an animal. But even so, a few hundred years ago we would have been called Libertines.”
“Libertines,” Sebastian said thoughtfully over Harlan’s whooping. “That sounds so old fashioned. I prefer Splatterpunks.”
Richard burst out laughing. “Splatterpunks. I like it. You’ve been reading too much Splatterpunk horror, my boy.”
“Reading does broaden the horizon so.”
Richard clapped his hands together for order, and Harlan instantly stopped the monkey impression. “Everyone back at the table.”
Harlan pulled up his trousers and stuffed his cock back in, resuming his seat at the table like nothing had happened.
James got shakily to his feet, stumbling and almost slipping on his arse in Harlan’s puddle of sperm.
Esther, however, didn’t move. She remained on the floor in the foetal position, groaning and crying.
“I think your wife is upset,” Sebastian said.
Richard sighed deeply. “I was hoping she would last a little longer than this. Are you coming back to the table, dear? Or would you rather be slaughtered like the fat pig that you are?” he asked in a rather loud and patronising tone.
The woman didn’t respond, except to cry some more.
“Fine. Let’s make an example of her to our other guests. Are you listening, my beautiful little fuckers? You will die an excruciatingly painful death if you disobey us. Harlan, Sebastian, shall we serve up Esther as the main course?”
“Oh, that’s sick,” Sebastian smiled.
Richard scraped back his chair and got to his feet. He walked over to where his sobbing wife lay.
“There is much meat here to choose from. Harlan? You are the strongest of the three of us, would you care to slice off her tits?”
“I would love to slice off her tits,” he replied. “I have my trusty penknife on me.”
“Perfect. And while you’re doing that…” He unzipped his trousers and his tiny prick came into view. “I think I will have myself a piece of arse while you’re butchering the meat.”
“Good idea,” Sebastian said. “Think I’ll join you.”
The three boys and Molly were no longer so stunned and silent.
“Please don’t do this to us,” James said, the one who had just wanked off Harlan.
“Please don’t do this to us,” Richard mimicked in a high, falsetto voice. “You’ll do, boy, you’ll do nicely.”
“Don’t touch him,” Mike said over the boys’ and Molly’s sobbing. “Just let us go, please.”
Molly threw him a look. There was no point appealing to his good side. These men were monsters, pure and simple. And they would surely die if they didn’t do as they were told. The moment for escape was not now, they all had to play along until an opportunity arose.
James cried openly when Richard dragged him to his feet by his hair, the look in his eyes utterly conflicted, like he didn’t know whether to punch him or run. Instead good sense reigned supreme. The poor boy allowed himself to be bent over the table with his arse in the air. He cried and sobbed.
At least the bald-headed cunt has a pencil penis. He should be thankful for small mercies.
An ear splitting scream echoed off the walls of the vast ballroom, effectively drowning out the boy’s protests.
Harlan’s got to work then, cutting off Esther’s tits…
Molly closed her eyes and covered her ears with her hands, doing her best to block out the horrors going on all around her. She couldn’t handle it, she would surely go insane if she had to live through this a second longer…
She felt warm hands on her forearms, and she flinched.
“No,” she sobbed when her hands were prised off her ears.
“Look at me, Molly.”
Reluctantly, Molly opened her eyes. Esther’s inhuman, high-pitched screams filled her brain with madness. Sebastian stared down at her, one hand reaching down to gently roll a fear hardened nipple between thumb and forefinger. His icy blue eyes held hers, as cold and as deadly as a snake’s and she trembled uncontrollably.
The sound of a throat clearing could be heard, barely audible above Esther’s horrific screaming, James’ sobbing and Richard’s grunting. It was Bethan, Sebastian’s wife. He let go of Molly’s nipple.
“Is there something troubling you, dear wife?” Sebastian asked her.
She just stared at him with an expression on her face that Molly couldn’t fully read; it was part blushing embarrassment, part fear and could that really be jealousy?
“What’s it to be? I fuck Molly, or I shit in your mouth.”
Esther fell silent, either passed out or dead.
Thank God for that.
Molly caught the disgusting way her thoughts were going. For a moment there she didn’t even care if the wretched woman was dead, just so long as that awful screaming stopped.
“Shit in my mouth, then. I am your property, do what you want with me.”
What the hell? Crazy, fucking bitch.
Sebastian looked from one woman to the other, as if torn. Then he shrugged his be-suited shoulders and laughed.
“Fuck it, whatever the missus wants.”
Molly looked frantically over at Mike. He stared back, wide eyed and disbelieving as Richard continued to rape the boy right next to him. Tim, the dark-haired boy to James’ left stared miserably down at the chicken on his plate and avoided any eye-contact, his shoulders jerking with his sobbing.
Richard’s fat face grew redder and his grunts got louder. James cried hard as the foul man came, shooting his load into his rectum.
As soon as the sex act was complete, Richard resumed his seat at the head of the table like nothing had happened, a soft smile of satisfaction on his face as he watched the unfolding carnage around him. James crawled back into his chair, crying uncontrollably and shifting his probably extremely sore arse on the hard wood of the seat. With a final look of longing at Molly, Sebastian went over to his wife and dragged her to her feet. Harlan came over with a large lump of bloody meat that was easily as big as his hand.
Esther’s breast.
Her stomach turned and she closed her eyes, unable to tolerate the madness going on all around her. From the other side of the table, Sebastian let out an almighty fart and the three men laughed.
Still Molly kept her eyes closed.
“What shall I do with her tit?” Ha
rlan asked.
“Stick it on my plate,” his older brother replied. “I like a bit of raw meat. Oh my, that is a fine looking turd, son. Poultry surely does produce the most splendid shit, not too hard, not too soft, just melt in the mouth perfection. And poultry is all you sorry fuckers will be eating for the rest of your short lives. That and faeces, of course.”
Molly heard Bethan groan as her husband was undoubtedly defecating in her mouth.
It was too much, the grotesqueries had caught up with her and just like a corseted heroine from times gone by, she fainted clean away.
13.
Sebastian was stood over his seated wife, his legs either side of her lap and his arse cheeks smothering her face. The most satisfying shit was emitting from his gently contracting bowels.
“What the devil is a woman’s tongue good for if not to wipe arseholes? And what use is their gullet if not to swallow our shit?” Richard said happily, after extolling the virtues of consuming poultry in order to make the most perfect turd.
Sebastian grunted in agreement, concentrating on the job at hand. He wondered what type of shit he was producing; firm or sloppy? If felt solid, something she could really get her chops around. Bethan’s moans reverberated against his arse-cheeks and his cock stiffened in approval. Why hadn’t he ever used his wife’s face as a toilet-bowl before? It really was quite liberating.
Or should that be libertine…
He smirked, and glanced over at the true object of his desires, Molly, the waitress from the strip-club. The smirk died on his lips instantly. The stupid bitch had only gone and passed out.
“Oh, for God’s sake,” he moaned, the last of the shit slithering from his rectum and straight down his wife’s throat.
He zipped himself up and went to her, scooping her up under her armpits and plonking her unceremoniously back in her seat. Her eyelids fluttered and her head rolled forwards, her body floppy.
“Wakey, wakey, rise and shine, it’s dinner time.”
Actually, it wasn’t. As he spoke he saw that the sun was rising. The east facing windows were a perfect showcase for the spectacular sunrise that bathed the not so distant, cluster of trees in a myriad of gentle colours. Molly groaned and her eyelids flickered open.
Sighing deeply, he stroked her beautiful face. This was the first time he’d seen her up close and in daylight. She truly was a flawless beauty. Her skin was clear and smooth with just a hint of a fading summer tan. Her hair looked a natural, rich shade of gold. And so what if it wasn’t, it certainly couldn’t have been more than a shade or two lighter than what nature had intended.
“Sun’s up,” he said to Richard, who was attacking his wife’s breast with a steak knife and fork.
“Indeed. Perhaps it is time for our guests to retire for a few hours, they must be shattered after their journey and they will need their strength for tonight. But unfortunately, not all of you will get to participate in the jollities, two of you must accompany us now to your death.”
He clicked his fingers and the guard holding the gun came over. Sebastian inwardly laughed at the gruesome visage of his friend, at how much terror he must be striking into the hearts of their victims right now. His lips were smeared with his wife’s blood as he thoughtfully chewed on her nipple.
Esther. He’d almost forgotten about her. The fat bitch was still lying on the floor where Harlan had dumped her. Or should that be, dumped on her.
He smirked again. This was all so much fun.
Sebastian so enjoyed watching all their beautiful faces drop even further into the abyss of despair with Richard’s news. He sat back down again, savouring the atmosphere.
“Which two should we take?” Harlan asked through a mouthful of chicken.
“I want to keep Molly,” Sebastian said.
He felt Bethan glare daggers at him, and a little shiver of excitement coursed through him. He knew his wife was a submissive, but this was insane. He wouldn’t kill her now either, he would savour her death later on. And if her reactions now were anything to go by, then so would she.
“I don’t give a fuck,” Harlan added helpfully.
“Yes, well, I vote for Tim and my wife,” Richard said. “The bitch is on the verge of a breakdown, anyway. And she isn’t exactly going anywhere.”
“Fine,” Sebastian agreed.
Like Harlan, he really didn’t mind, so long as he could save Molly for later.
“Guard,” Richard said to the man who hovered over them. “Take the others away to their sleeping quarters.”
With some reluctance, Sebastian watched the others being carted off.
“Goodbye darling,” he said to Molly, “don’t miss me too much.”
“Fuck you,” she spat back.
Bethan looked imploringly over at him when he addressed Molly. She was jealous.
Yep, there’s no doubt about it, my wife is nuts.
Another pair of guards came in to help, and soon the guests were removed from the ballroom.
The three men looked at each other. So this was it, then. None of them had ever killed before, not like this anyway. Not for recreation. Okay, so in the past Harlan had killed once or twice in a violent, drunken stupor, and Sebastian himself had killed his parents in order to get his hands on their vast wealth, but this? This was a whole new ball game. The prostitutes at their other parties for whose services they had paid never wound up dead. Incapacitated maybe, but still breathing.
Richard, the natural leader of their little group, cleared his throat to speak.
“Gentlemen, I do believe this marks a turning point in our relationship and in our lives. Once we cross this line, there is no going back. Once we experience all the delights that the flesh has to offer, we will be changed. Are you both ready?”
“Does a bear shit in the woods?” Harlan asked with an unholy grin that crinkled his scar.
“I’ve been ready for this my whole life,” Sebastian said with absolute assurance.
Richard picked up his glass of champagne. “To libertinage.”
“Libertinage,” the other two repeated, reaching for their own glasses.
“Keep away from me, you fuckers.”
All three turned to look at the remaining lad, who had got to his feet. He held one of the steak knives, slashing it wildly at nothing-in-particular. He was edging backwards, his eyes never leaving them, heading towards the door.
“And where do you think you’re going?” Sebastian asked, amused by the boy’s audacity.
“Keep away,” he repeated, his voice high and squeaky.
Sebastian caught Richard’s eye. He knew what his friend was thinking. If they let him run out the room then a guard would merely escort him back in again. Arguably that was no bad thing, it would be a reasonable excuse to start torturing the boy. Not that they needed an excuse, but he figured it might upset the boy and therefore be more fun if he thought he had brought the most severe stuff upon himself by attempting an escape.
So they let him flee the room. Almost immediately he was back, flanked by two men. Sebastian studied the lad as the two men dragged him back in. He much preferred women, but he still liked to fuck men. Gorgeous young lads, specifically. He could fully appreciate the boy’s beauty and was drawn to it. His desire for the boy was not even a flicker compared to the raging fire that was his desire for Molly, but it was there, just the same. The boy was so delicate, so beautiful, he would be a joy to mutilate.
The guards brought him up to them and Richard nodded.
“Leave us.”
They let go of the dark-haired boy who dropped to his knees. The fight was seeping out of him already.
“Bare hands, or tools?” Richard asked.
Sebastian thought for a second. “Both.”
“Pleeeeaaaaase!”
“Harlan, would you mind fetching a bag of equipment? I left one upstairs in my usual sleeping quarters, please could you go and get it?”
“Can’t you get one of the staff to do it?” he huffed. “I don�
�t want to miss out.”
All throughout their casual exchange the boy sobbed and pleaded on his knees with his hands clasped before him. He looked so angelic with the morning sun playing on his pale body and dancing in his tearful eyes.
If Sebastian had had a heart, it might have ached. Instead the only thing that ached was his cock.
“Go on, you won’t miss out, I promise.” Richard waited for his brother to leave the room before continuing. “You’ve never witnessed my brother lose it before, have you?”
“I can handle Harlan.”
“That’s not what I’m saying. He can get a little over-excited. You have my permission to knock him out if he starts taking over and ruining the moment.”
“In other words you want me to give him a slap for you if he starts getting in the way,” Sebastian said, doing his best not to grin.
“Something like that, yes.”
The boy continued with the sobbing, staring imploringly up at them with big, brown eyes.
“Please let me go, I’ll do anything you want, anything.”
“Damn right you will, boy. You can start by sucking my cock.”
This one wasn’t gay, that was obvious from his look of total disgust. Shame for him. It might have made things easier on him if he was.
Sebastian smiled slightly. Or maybe not.
He shuffled forward miserably on his knees, ready to perform as needed, ready to do anything to save his pitiful little life.
How pathetic. Didn’t he understand that he was already dead?
Richard stopped short of pulling out his sorry excuse for a cock. “On second thoughts, why don’t I suck yours? I mean, where are my manners?” The boy looked blankly up at him. “Well come on then, lad, on your feet. It is I that should be on my knees.”