Kink: An Extreme Horror Story

by Brothers, The Barns

  Licking my fingers and frowning at the trails of blood I made a mental task list of everything I had to do that night.

  14 Rich

  Listening to them upstairs while looking at the wretch in front of me made my head spin. Nightmarish images flashed before my closed eyes as I imagined what she was doing to Jake upstairs.

  The earlier sex sounds had turned into something more depraved. The moaning less sensual and more pained. The slapping wet sounds of sex being mixed with other, less usual sounds.

  Sounds of a body being wounded, grievously harmed. I knew, in the abstract, that I was supposed to feel empathy for Jake. Feel bad for him that he was suffering. And I kind of did. A little bit.

  But a much bigger part of me was pleased. Pleased because he had intruded on my date and now he, the traitor, was getting his comeuppance. You don’t go after another guy’s girl. You just don’t. The guy who I thought was my best friend had betrayed me, and now, when I heard him get his just deserts from the beautiful monster upstairs, I felt a sense of pleasure from rightful revenge being justly executed.

  I listened to all the sounds until they ended, the last one being the sound of a thump of a body falling onto the floor, followed by a dragging sound as she pulled it across the hallway floor above me.

  The door at the top of the stairs opened. There was a slight grunt as she shoved down the body of my so-called best friend. It rolled a couple of times on the way down, and there were several ominous cracks as bones broke. If he wasn't dead, then he definitely wouldn't be moving again anytime soon. Or perhaps ever.

  There was still enough light leaking down that I could make out the heap of his body across the room. A sense of morbid curiosity overtook me. I ran my eyes over the ruined creature chained to the wall for a final time, and started to shuffle my way across the floor to Jake.

  After several agonising minutes I made it.

  "Hey!"

  My own voice scared me, too loud, too jarring, in the dark. But it didn't stir him.

  "Are you alive?" I jabbed at his dark, sticky skin. To my surprise there was a kind of response. Not a verbal one as such, but a kind of guttural moan that escaped from somewhere deep in his chest. I poked him again.

  "Can you hear me? Are you still alive?"

  He didn't respond any further. He seemed to be completely out of it. In the cold silence, if I listened keenly, I could hear the ever so soft, slightly raspy inhale and exhale of his breaths. But nothing more.

  “You’re an asshole, you know that?”

  I slapped his face and giggled.

  “A real asshole. She’s mine, not yours. You shouldn’t have come.”

  I slapped him once more, but he didn’t react again.

  Now what? Having nothing better to do I lay down on my back feeling the constant throb of pain emanating from my three greatest injuries.

  The cold hard floor hurt my head. I sat up again, twisted myself around, and then lay down again, resting my head on the slightly damp and sticky, but at least somewhat soft and warm, stomach of my friend. I clasped my hands together and rested them on my chest and let myself drift off to a happy sleep.

  I was awoken by harsh bright white light. Blinking, I brought my hands up and covered my eyes, shading them from the fluorescent bulbs above my head.

  "Move."

  Startled, I looked over and let out a whine. What had happened to my beautiful Cassie? Her whole body was covered in congealed blood. It'd turned dark, and just looking at her made me want to wretch. It was even smeared all over her face, and in her hair. Had all of that come from Jake, I wondered. It didn't seem possible that he'd still be alive if it had.

  "I said move."

  Before conscious thought could process her command, I began to shuffle across the floor, backing away toward the creature in the corner. I kept going as she stood there, hands on hips, watching me with a cruel smirk on her face. I didn't stop until I was in the corner of the room, pressed up against the barely living thing, again.

  I didn’t want her angry at me. Not that. Anything but that. Not if we were to be lovers.

  "Good."

  She walked toward my side of the room and I pushed myself harder against the wall to please her. But she wasn’t coming for me. Instead, she removed a large metal hook from the shelves above the deep-freeze and carried it to the center of the room.

  It was shaped like a large elongated S and I watched, mesmerised, as she slung it into the air, hooking the top half of the S onto a pipe or bracket concealed by the blinding harshness of the fluorescent tubes just below it. When she let it go there was the screech of cold metal on metal as it swung, finding its center of balance.

  A few more items were prepared: a sheet of plastic, a bag of tools, a bucket, a roll of plastic culinary bags and other assorted miscellaneous items.

  She walked over to a dark recess on the other side of the room. A loud whine seemed to shriek out from the darkness as she stalked back toward the middle, a hose unwinding from a wall-mount behind her.

  “Hygiene codes,” she said with a bitter laugh.

  I just stared. Hygiene codes? What the hell? Then my pain-addled brain finally caught up and I realized she was being funny.

  She squeezed the trigger on the end of the hose and began to spray down Jake.

  “Urgh!” he shrieked as some sign of consciousness returned to him.

  “He's got better stamina than you, huh?”

  I didn't reply to the insult. I just watched as his twitching but mostly unresponsive form was washed down, the spray set to a harsh lancet-like stream to sluice off the congealed blood and dirt from his skin.

  When she was mostly satisfied she knelt down next to him, still naked and filthy. Grabbing one of his arms she pulled it up into the air and with a loud crack snapped it at the elbow.

  “Aieee.” The sound of complaint from Jake was more sad than anguished, as if barely noticing the pain but mournful for the loss of another vital body part.

  “I'm not normally like this,” she told me as she twisted the arm around forcefully, tearing the broken flesh, ripping apart muscle and tendon. “But since you brought him here…”

  I didn't bring him! He went behind my back!

  “... I had to make it a cheat day.”

  “Cheat day?” I asked in bewilderment.

  With a bite of her teeth at the joint and a vicious yank she finished separating the forearm from the upper part.

  “Christ, you don't think I'm like this all the time, do you?” she said, shaking her head as she raised the body part to her mouth and slurpily bit into the bloody end of it.

  I just stared, numb to the horror. She chewed her mouthful of flesh and gristle and then swallowed before answering.

  “I have excellent self-control. Excellent.” She paused to wipe her mouth, a futile gesture that just smeared more mess around her face. “Most of the time. But when I'm naughty, I'm really naughty.”

  I nodded at her, as if my current position and our bizarre conversation were normal.

  "Want some?" she said, waving the arm by its hand in my general direction.

  I pushed myself back harder against the wall. She laughed.

  "Whatever. I'll give you some boring food later."

  She walked toward my side of the room and I shivered, though she didn't walk over to me, but instead to the chest freezer. She lifted up the lid, and tossed the arm inside. Turning around she walked back across the room, swaying her perfect, albeit blood spattered, ass as she did so.

  "Wanta see something fun?"

  I nodded ascension.

  "Watch this."

  I didn't really want to watch. But I was also fascinated in a sick kind of way. And I certainly didn't want to risk upsetting her by not doing as she said. So I sat, and shivered, and moaned, and watched.

  With one finger she tested the hook she'd hung up above her. It swung gently with a whining shriek of metal on metal. Satisfied, she leaned over, her perfect breasts hanging over
the body as she did so. Despite knowing that they were covered in the blood of my dying friend, I still wanted to touch them. Hold them. Suck on them. Clean them off with my tongue...

  "I said watch, not stare."

  I gave another nod. That's all I seemed to do now. Nod whenever she said anything. Except when she made me speak.

  Fascinated, I watched as she picked up his prone body by grabbing Jake by the throat, lifting him into the air with her right arm while she positioned the hook with her left. It must have been viciously sharp, because when she pushed it against his upper back just below his shoulder it seemed to pass through the flesh like water.

  "Aiiie..." came another complaining whine from Jake's fear and pain addled brain. The pathetic level of complaint he offered to the horrific assault his body was under made me hate him just a little bit more.

  Scream I wanted to yell at him. Fight, you bitch. But all he could offer was his pathetic keening.

  It annoyed me. Aiiie, Aiiieee, it was so paltry a complaint. That wasn’t the Jake I used to know. Jake the bodybuilder. Jake the football player. Jake the part-time bouncer. Jake the 6’4” beast. This was just pathetic. If he wasn’t going to put up any resistance, he basically deserved it, right?

  Do more.

  Do something else to him.

  She glanced at me to make sure I was looking, then she took a finger and jammed it right into his sternum. It wasn’t that she gave him a poke; she literally thrust her finger through the flesh just below his rib cage until it penetrated him.

  “Aiiiieeeeeee….”

  This time his complaint was longer, but there was no more vitality to it. Pathetic was still the best word to describe him.

  She withdrew her finger and pushed it into her mouth, half-grinning at me as she licked the blood off it.

  “Not much of a man now, is he?” she said.

  I shook my head.

  “Nope.”

  It was the first time I’d spoken in some time. Watching her punish my friend for intruding on us had given me back some of my energy.

  “Want to see some magic?”

  I went to shrug my shoulders but shooting pain coursed through me. Watching her had somehow made me forget that my body wasn’t in that much better of a condition than poor old Jake. I bit my lip to quell the pain, and let out a gurgled response.

  She took it as a yes.

  Our beautiful tormenter gently ran her hands down his stomach, to his cock and balls. Ever so gently, she began to squeeze and stroke his flaccid prick. She knelt down, and gently took him between her lips, and began to bob her head.

  I’ll admit it: I was jealous. Why wasn’t she taking me in her mouth again. I felt myself growing hard, watching her as she took my friend’s large black cock in her mouth. When she drew her head back I was amazed to see that he had grown hard. It was like a magician doing a trick as she drew her head back, revealing that she had in fact had all of his massive, hard cock in her mouth and throat. She used her hands to pump him as she watched me.

  “Even in this state, his failing body wants to share his seed, to create another generation of crappy little Jake’s.”

  I couldn’t help myself. I was rubbing myself in time to the strokes she was performing on my friend — who was hanging from a giant meathook in a dirty cellar. Vague whispers of guilt scurried across the edges of my consciousness, but swiftly disappeared into dark corners.

  “Life’s amazing, isn’t it?”

  “You’re amazing,” I gasped.

  She leaned over and took him back in her mouth, doing the reverse of the previous magic trick by making all of him disappear back to the base of his shaft.

  She gripped his ass with one hand and massaged his balls with the other as she worked her mouth back and forth over him. Why weren’t those lips on me?

  Her hand slipped back to his shaft as her mouth released him again. From the speed she was working it seemed that he was close to finishing, though now he was strangely silent.

  I had never realized how turned on I would be by seeing a naked blood-covered ‘monster’ trying to make my horrifically tortured and abused friend come. A little roughness in the sex; sure; but this… this was mind-blowing.

  “See, even now, he can’t resist me.”

  She said this with his cock right before her lips, gripping his shaft like a microphone as she squeezed him. I saw the first shot of his load fly out, between her open lips, and then she quickly pushed her mouth all the way back down him again, apparently desperate for every drop he had.

  Forgetting to feel ashamed, I felt myself release, covering my stomach. I was going to be as filthy as her before too long. I welcomed it.

  She gripped Jake tightly by the ass, and I saw with amazement that she had actually dug one hand inside the flesh of his ass, where apparently she had bitten a chunk out before. Now her fingers had penetrated that wound and yet more blood was dribbling down her wrist to her elbow, where it dripped off onto the floor.

  Jake’s abdominal muscles flexed hard as he instinctively thrust his hips forward, though I was unsure whether it was a result of his orgasm, or to escape the pain of her fingers tunneling into him.

  “Argh!”

  I squeezed my still-hard cock. What did she do to him?

  She turned her head to look at me. And by this, I don’t mean she released his cock from her mouth first to do so. Oh no. When she turned her head it was revealed that all that was left of Jake’s once proud manhood was a gushing stump.

  She swallowed dramatically and licked her lips.

  “Men like it when you take it all down, right?”

  We both laughed as Jake’s breath faded, his body no longer able to cope with the massive loss of blood.

  Standing in front of him, she used one hand to hold him by the back, and with a sharp shove she thrust the fingers of her other hand deep into his torso and ripped down. The body shook and spasmed as she gutted him, his entrails slopping out onto the floor below.

  After that, she actually started to use some tools. With a saw and a couple of different knives she quickly dismembered my friend into a neat stack of different cuts of meat. After he’d stopped breathing I lost interest, and found myself dozing off again.

  The last thing I remembered her doing was carving off the flesh from his face while humming a cheerful tune.

  Now it’s just me and her, I thought happily, as I drifted off.

  15 Rich

  “Hello? Is anyone there?”

  My eyes flicked open, then I wasn’t sure they had. I couldn’t see anything.

  “It’s the police. Is anyone there? Hello?”

  Everything that had happened flooded back over me. My stomach roiled at the memories. I was cold and damp and sticky and I was about to be rescued.

  I didn’t want to be rescued. How could I explain what I’d seen? Would I have to be honest about how I’d felt during the ordeal? Or perhaps I could clam up and say I didn’t remember a thing. But I did remember. I remembered everything she had done: to me, to Jake… and that thing hanging next to me.

  “Hello? Anybody?”

  The lights flicked on, blinding bright. I sheltered my eyes with a hand and pressed myself back further into my corner. Squinting, I peered out.

  I heard the door at the top of the stairs open.

  “Hello? Is anyone down there?”

  There was a heavy step, then another, then another. I was going to be found whether I liked it or not.

  Fearfully I peered out at the stairs. I saw first one leg, then another. But they weren’t the legs of a cop — unless it was a female cop who’d decided to discard her boots and pants and cover herself in dried blood.

  What was going on?

  “I’m with the police.”

  There was something odd about the voice. I watched as she came down the stairs, slow enough that it was like a strip-tease, her beautiful, toned, but blood-mucked legs coming down a step at a time, almost jumping as she did so to make the stairs thu
d as if it were a male police officer. Another step: her pussy, another: her flat stomach, another: her perfect bouncy-bloody breasts, and then she was revealed to me completely.

  She was carrying an old-fashioned tape recorder in one arm, and that’s where the voice was coming from.

  “Listen to this bit, it’s good.”

  I did as I was told and I listened.

  “Uh, hello ma'am, umm…” The voice was nervous, or awkward.

  “Why hello, officer.”

  “Sorry to intrude. Err, do you want to cover yourself?”

  A giggle like a chuckling stream.

  “Do I look that bad?”

  “I… uhh… no…”

  “Come here.”

  A moment of quiet, then the sounds of wet lips pressing together.

  “You taste good.”

  More kissing sounds, then… a scream.

  “Cat got your tongue?”

  More screaming, then the sounds of a scuffle.

  Then no more screams. Just soft, sloppy munching and slurping.

  The police officer didn’t speak again.

  “What d’you think?”

  “I think he shouldn’t have been bothering you,” I said, stroking my cock as I listened to her feast on the long-dead cop.

  “That’s right. It wasn’t here by the way. It was at my last place — I had to leave. It turns out, people notice when a cop goes missing. They care about that. Much more than they care about dumbass students.”

  I nodded, understanding. Jake was definitely one dumbass student.

  “I can stay with you, right?” I asked suddenly. It was a silly question. I already knew we were going to be together forever.

  She let out a giggle.

  “Of course you’re going to stay with me,” she said as if there had never been anything to consider about the matter.

  “My ankles… my shoulder…” I said. I didn’t want to complain, but I was also in a lot of pain.

  “We’ll fix those later. Now, I have to get cleaned up. Playtime is over, I’m afraid, and I’ve got work to do.”