The Miller House

[waytoextreme]

Warning: This is story is very extreme. More so than the last one I wrote that wasn't well received by some:

http://www.mistressdestiny.com/forums/showthread.php?t=103725&page=6

Those with soft stomachs proceed with caution...


The Miller Basement

The Miller house was an old colonial style home built over a hundred years ago. It sits behind a gorgeous oak tree and a white picket fence. It rocked the entire community when the Miller’s died 4 years ago. The house used to be a social hub to the towns most important people. Now the house is dead quiet. The grass is overgrown… but the house is not empty.

Beneath the home, moonlight casts a bluish shadow across the cold basement floor. In the corner behind the stairs, in the shadows, sleeps Stumpy--the home’s secret occupant--a grotesque little creature chained to one of the many metal support beams.

You may wonder where “stumpy” got such a name. Well, if you could see him, it would be very obvious. Stumpy no longer has any arms or legs… not even a tongue… or teeth… or a penis. The poor freak was reduced to a stump over the course of his captivity.

Now, as he breathes, there is a disgusting gargle noise as reminisce of his tongue flaps loosely in his throat with each breath.

Soon, Stumpy will wake up. He will tremble in fear once again as those familiar steps above him descend down the basement stairwell.

But for now, the poor creature is asleep.


Homework

“What do you get a dead baby for Christmas?”

“God Sarah, what the fuck is wrong with you?”

Sarah’s eyes sparkled under the cheap florescent lights of my dorm room as she grinned down at me. Sarah and I met each other a couple of weeks ago. She lived in the dorm next to mine.

“What do you get a dead baby for Christmas?” She repeated giggling.

I shook my head at her. “I give up.”

“A dead puppy!” She could barely finish the joke before she began laughing hysterically.

“You’re one twisted chick.” I couldn’t help but laugh at that. Coming from anyone else it would have been so wrong… but this was Sarah. She could get away with anything. Her dark sense of humor was one of many things about I liked. She wasn’t Goth or anything like that. No, she looked like a normal pretty college girl--long brown hair, a gorgeous freckled face, and tight fitting clothes that teased my eyes. Today she was wearing a loose summary skirt

“Ugh! I’m bored… are you almost done?”

I was actually working on her homework… Calculus 1. Of course I didn’t mind. I was sort of a nervous kid… and admittedly a complete pushover for a pretty face.

“Not even close. I’m slow as hell at this stuff – integration sucks.”

“Well, I think I’m going to take off then and leave my little genius alone so he can concentrate… That okay with you?”

“That’s fine.” I smiled back at her and put down the book trying not to look disappointed. I knew she was using me… but I didn’t care. I enjoyed being used by Sarah… I’d do anything for her.

My parents stuck me in this Wellness dorm—a “substance free” living area, which means no drugs, no sex, no girls after 9pm. It was getting close to 10 now so Sarah couldn’t walk out the front door without getting written up by the TA who took his job way to seriously. She needed to sneak through the bathroom window. It was a familiar routine now.

I dragged my chair into the bathroom and held Sarah’s hand as she stood up onto it.

“You’re going to have my homework done by 10am right?” She asked as she stepped one leg out the window. She hiked up her skirt showing off her perfect legs. I felt myself getting a hard on staring at her curves… what a body!

“Of course I will. I’ll slide it under your door tomorrow morning okay?”

“Aw… You’re such a sweetie. Thanks!”

She managed to position herself so she was sitting off the window sill.

“You better hurry before someone sees you!” I whispered.

“Not before I get a kiss!” She whispered back to me. Her face was far out of my reach…

“What?!? How the hell am I going to kiss you from down here?”

She let out a shy giggle, pulled up the back of her skirt, and wiggled her but into the bathroom a little further.

“You want me to kiss… your butt?” I asked as she pulled her underware down with her thumbs. My face was bright red, but what a beautiful sight. Her ass was perfect.

“No. I want you to kiss my ass you dork!” She said giggling. “Go on, get on with it… kiss me right in the CRACK!”

She was serious. I leaned toward her butt. If it wasn’t so embarrassing, I’d have been pretty damn horny at the prospect. The smell of her ass was potent as my nose approached. I noticed that a couple of kids were watching. “Are you serious?” I asked her one last time to make sure she wasn’t joking.

“If you don’t hurry up I’m going to make you come out here and do it in front of everyone!” She said. “Give me a nice big ol’ smooch right in my rear end!”

So I did it… I closed my eyes and kissed her ass… right where she asked me to! Just as I did she slid out the window and yanked her panties up.

“Pervert!” She said grinning at me over her shoulder as she took off.

I shut the window blinds and buried my face into my hands. Holy shit was that embarrassing!

I could hear people outside. “Some dude just kissed Sarah Miller’s ass right out in the open.” Someone said. She was toying with me and I loved it… What I didn’t love was imagining where she was off to. Someone like Sarah was surely off to some other guy. What I would give to be hers, I thought to myself. I’d do anything.

[conehead269]

nice , lets see what happens next

[schiavozero]

Whow!!!

The story is beginning very well. I just love Sarah. I don't know if you have always written the rest of the story, and sure you can go on with youurs feelings. But what do you think if Sarah will be the girlfriends of the most popular football star of the college and he knows all about stumpy (before and then his operations). Or also Sarah make love with her boyfriends in front of stumpy?

Thanks the story is very hot.

[equidum]

Very good start ..... I already think I met sarah in some other life ... !

[macrina]

Good work, please go on. Thank you.

[schiavozero]

please we all are waiting what it's in store for stumpy

[waytoextreme]

Whow!!!

The story is beginning very well. I just love Sarah. I don't know if you have always written the rest of the story, and sure you can go on with youurs feelings. But what do you think if Sarah will be the girlfriends of the most popular football star of the college and he knows all about stumpy (before and then his operations). Or also Sarah make love with her boyfriends in front of stumpy?

Thanks the story is very hot.

Thanks schiavozero for the ideas. She's a lone wolf in this story, but I think you'll enjoy the torment of poor Stumpy I have in mind judging from your thoughts :-).

[waytoextreme]

Dan Morris

Dan Morris's hand shook as he carefully poured himself another glass of Dewers. He sat alone watching the college students walk past his home through the light of his front porch. Some were laughing…

He didn’t fill the glass with ice like he used to.

The loss of Steve, his only son, had done a number on him. His eyes were hollow and spiritless. Six months ago his wife left him; not many marriages can survive the loss of a child. The padded chairs around the table where his family used to sit were still sunken in—ghostly reminders of happier times.

Sitting here has become his nightly ritual since Steve's disappearance... waiting hopefully for him to come home. He wanted to be the first to wrap his arms around him. He would often stare at crowds of kids walking by like a "where's Waldo" puzzle trying to find his son. He imagined that one day he’d see Steve in one of the crowds… But of course he never did.

As he sipped another swig of his strong beverage Sarah caught his eye walking swiftly past his home. His eyes brightened, and he rushed to the door slopping his drink in his hand as he stumbled through it.

“Sarah!”

Sarah stopped and turned around.

“Oh... Hey, Mr. Morris!”

She gave him a warm smile as she approached. Sarah is a sweet girl. He always liked Sarah… and she was always so good to Steve. Sarah and Steve had been dating for just over a year when he disappeared. In those first few hopeful weeks she had spent countless hours helping post flyers around town. When it was clear Steve wouldn’t be coming home, Sarah helped Dan cope. She often came by to talk with him and keep him company.

Poor Sarah wasn’t unfamiliar with loss either. Dan felt sorry for the poor girl. It happened so soon after her parents died.

"What are you up to tonight?"

“Oh… It's a nice night out tonight… Just enjoying the evening I guess. Do you have a second Sarah? I’ve been meaning to give you something.”

“Of course.” Sarah said following him inside.

“How are you holding up these days?”

“About as good as I can expect to be.” He said leading Sarah into Steve’s old room.

Basketball trophies still lined the walls in the bedroom Dan had kept in the same condition it had been left 2 years ago the last time Steve had slept in it. Half way through Steve's senior year he was approached by a basketball coach at a local university with a scholarship. It was a full ride. Dan had never been more proud in his life. Then, one morning soon after he was just gone. There was no forced entry, no note, no sign of foul play… it was as if he had just vanished into thin air as he slept.

"You used to go to all of Steve's games. I remember how you used to sit there in the bleachers with all your friends cheering him on…" Dan let out a sigh. "I don't think you ever missed one game." He walked over to the closet and swung it open.

Inside, it was still filled with Steve's clothes. He pushed some out of the way and retrieved an old basketball.

"I don't think Steve would have played as well as he did if it weren't for you. He wanted to impress you Sarah. He loved you… and I know you loved him… So I want you to have this." He handed Sarah the ball. "It's the ball used during state championships his Junior year…"

"Yeah…" Sarah cut him off and recognized it immediately. It was signed by the whole team. Each player had written Dan little notes on it and presented it to him at a celebration party days later… Including one from her:

Steve and Sarah forever

"I know what it is. It's the ball Steve shot the winning basket with… I can't accept this Mr Morris."

"Nonsense… I want you to have it. I want you to remember Steve… It's important that we remember."

Sarah took the ball and returned Dan a gracious smile.

"Of course…"

"Okay then." Dan was visibly choked up and was trying hard to keep his composure. "I don't want to keep you any longer. I'm sure a girl like you has plenty of things to do tonight."

Sarah smiled. "Thank you Mr. Morris… and don't give up hope. One day we will all be reunited once again… I know it." She gave him a comforting smile and a hug before leaving.

Sarah left the poor old man alone with his bottle and continued on her way to the old house, bouncing the ball on the sidewalk as she walked. Over the years she'd become an expert at faking emotion. She was very good at it.

What the old fool doesn't know is that Steve had indeed snuck out that fateful night. He had snuck out to see her.

Sarah swung open the big white fence, grabbed the mail, opened the door to the old house, and locked it behind her.

[macrina]

next part?

[toejam]

I like the story so far and hope you write more
Good luck

[low028]

wow this story is starting off great I can't wait for the next part.

[sharp]

oh waytoextreme...you have a talent in this, can't wait to see the next part..thank you...

[postie100]

ok you have my full attention,let's see where this goes.please continue.

[waytoextreme]

Sarah's Freak

The sound of the heavy front door slamming shut echoed through the old Miller home waking the creature below. Loose skin from its crude amputations flapped together as it slithered onto its back and waited anxiously. She's coming.

The lights flicked on. Orange light cut through the shadows of the stairwell and illuminated the the dark space under the stairs.

The freak was kept in two potato bags on opposite sides of the room. One was tied to a beam... and the other lay still in the opposite corner. The potent odor from the other bag filled the basement.

Sarah un-locked the freak; carefully untied the end of the potato sack; and dumped him out onto the cold cement floor.

She waited for his eyes to adjust on the basketball she was holding.

"So..... I stopped by your dad's today."

The freak's eyes widened.

"I'm fucking him now you know. Yeah, we just finished screwing... You'd be surprised how good your old man is in bed." Sarah giggled down at its contorted face. "He's completely forgotten about you too. In fact, I've never seen him so happy... He's a real lady's man that dad of yours."

"I noticed he had even thrown out this. Recognize it? I picked it out of the trash he brought out for tomorrow morning."

Steve's toothless mouth hung open as he stared at the ball... a symbol of a glorious past long forgotten.

"THINK FAST!"

Sarah chucked the ball at Stumpy's head. It bounced off his chin knocking his toothless gums together with an awful sounding "slap" and bounced off into the dark space under the stairs. Steve moaned in agony.

Sarah laughed hysterically.

She kicked off her shoes and began to undress as the creature sobbed. She pulled off her skirt and panties, folded them, and placed them on the floor.

Her perfect figure contrasted rediculously with the freak cowering at her feat... It pleaded in its grotesque inhuman language for mercy. But Sarah was in no mood to give it. Not tonight... Not any night. This was the one thing Sarah looked forward to day after day after day. She had to have it.

As she began her twisted routine the freak howled under her--its loose skin flapped on the cold basement floor as it squirmed helplessly... And she thought about me.

[scooby557]

very cute story :) scoobydooo

[postie100]

keep going how does she use him and did he end up with no limbs,tongue and teeth.can't wait to find out.

[macrina]

Yes good story so far, please go on. Thank you man your great. Mistress Macrina.

[waytoextreme]

Thanks a lot for the feedback! I'll write more when I have time :-).

[Sauur]

I'm so glad to see that you decided to stick with this forum! This story has me at the EDGE of my seat!!! Your writing is great and I look forward to reading another masterpiece!! :)

[waytoextreme]

Sarah's secret place

It was one in the morning when Sarah finely returned to the dorm. Her roommate Ash was still awake. She was laying in bed with the laptop on her lap watching an episode of Dexter.

"Another late night huh?" Ash grinned at Sarah teasingly.

Sarah smiled back a look of proud silent acknowledgement.

"Oh, some dude stopped by a few minutes ago. He dropped off your math."

Sarah picked it up. There were three sheets of paper covered almost completely front and back with my work. I had traced each problem carefully to look like it was her handwriting.

Sarah laughed shaking her head. It was obvious I'd worked all night on it.

"I bet if I came at that boy with a 15 inch dildo he'd bend right over for me."

Ash giggled. "Nerds are useful."

"And fun."

Sarah yawned as she made her way to the oversized beanbag chair in the corner next to the window. She sank into it savoring the soft cushion as it swelled under her weight... consuming her perfect body in it's pulpy mass. She closed her eyes and relaxed listening to Dexter playing in the background. Dexter, the serial killer and protagonist of the show was speaking:

"I know there's something dark in me and I hide it. I certainly don't talk about it, but it's there always, this Dark Passenger. And when he's driving, I feel alive, half sick with the thrill of complete wrongness. I don't fight him, I don't want to. He's all I've got."

I know exactly how he feels.

Sarah smiled to herself as her mind secretly wandered to the freak beneath her stairs... and me... and into that dark space deep within her psychosis--the place she enjoys visiting the most. It's that secret place she brought Steve to that fateful day just over two years ago, and where he's lived each day since... trapped forever.

Sarah's cravings were getting stronger.

She pressed herself into the cushion and squeezed its mass between her thighs, enjoying its soft fleshy texture pressed against her weight.

His lips had felt so lovely quivering nervously beneath her... pressed willingly into the crack of her ass.

He wants it. He wants it just like Steve wanted it.

She was getting wet now. Her soppy panties clung to the beanbag as she continued to press herself into it.

Tomorrow... Tomorrow sweetie, we will travel there together... just you, me, and Steve. A family.

[schiavozero]

whow!!!!

You are really a sadist, you know how to keep us kneeling on spikes waiting, and waiting the best part.

Good,very good story

[graveuk]

wish someone could turn your stories into films..they would give Saw a run for its money

[Moonboy]

This is totally sick and disgusting and every sentence of it is making me hot. :pbbbbblt:

I'm anxiously waiting to see the description of how Steve became Stumpy. There was a part about how "the freak" was kept in two potato sacks and I guess I didn't entirely understand the gory details but I'm sure all will become clear. Great story.

[mangee1976]

Have to say that this is a very nice piece of work. Thank you very much for sharing!

[low028]

Wow, can't wait for the next part, this is starting out to be a very good story.

[scooby557]

Yumm! even the days im soo sickly or sad, She still fills my tummy when She needs a toilet... like it or not daily use, abuse, anguish, no daylight again... until i shut down!!! scooby:)

[hellgrinder]

I'm glad to see you back! I look forward to reading this tonight, I know I'll love it! :beer:

[femsup]

You have a wonderful talent waytoextreme.Why shouldn't she enjoy herself at his expense day after day after day.I like the way he has been reduced to what is useful for her i.e an open hole to take whatever she gives him and enough tongue to keep her happy but not allow him to talk properly.

[Sauur]

Your killing us with suspense!

[waytoextreme]

More sick twisted stuff to come! ... just been too busy lately to write. Your feedback will help inspire me to find the time though. Sauur, femsup, hellgrinder, scooby557, low028, Mangee1976, Moonboy, graveuk, schiavozero Thanks!!

Waytoextreme

[macrina]

Please go on, i love your storys, and thank you.

[Moonboy]

Please go on, i love your storys, and thank you.

I keep checking every day to see if the story has continued. I think it has to do with how twistedly realistic the female character is. Its scary in a way. She's what someone would have to really be like to do the things she does.

[femsup]

More sick twisted stuff to come! ... just been too busy lately to write. Your feedback will help inspire me to find the time though. Sauur, femsup, hellgrinder, scooby557, low028, Mangee1976, Moonboy, graveuk, schiavozero Thanks!!

Waytoextreme

No thank you waytoextreme.Not only is the writing erotic but its so well written.A joy to read.

[low028]

I have to agree we should all be thanking you, I think I speak for all of us when I say your story has us on the edge of our seats waiting for it to continue, The story in it is great as well as how it is written. Can't wait for the next part.

[Sauur]

I hate all of you people posting comments making this go to page three. It got me so excited because I thought there was an update...

Nah its cool I just hope this story continues!!! :)

[waytoextreme]

Thinking about Sarah

Fuck, it's going to be a rough day.

At 3am I finely gave up trying to sleep. Those moments with Sarah in the bathroom kept replaying over and over in my mind. I couldn't get her out of my head.

I pulled on my jeans, grabbed my dorm access card and flashlight, and carefully shut the door behind me as I stepped outside into the night. Aside from the dull sound of traffic somewhere far away, the town seemed empty. I glanced back at the window of my dorm room, as I began my walk down the quiet street, recalling what she had said.

"If you don't hurry up, I'm going to make you come out here and [kiss my ass] in front of everyone!"

There's nobody here now, but earlier there must have been over 50 kids.

What would that have been like?

I imagined her fingers drumming her leg through the soft fabric of her white skirt as she waited impatiently for me. My head cowered as I floundered past the crowd to her, devoid of any dignity or self respect, and sprawled onto the dirt beneath her feet. She turned away to look at them--our crowd of onlookers. They huddled in closer to get a better view as she modestly reached up her skirt and slipped her panties down to her thighs. Her long dark beautiful hair draped down the sides of her face as she prepared herself. Our growing audience watched in awe as she slowly descended... lower... and lower... and then burst into laughter as she gracefully sandwiched my face, which was bright red with embarrassment, between the ground and her naked ass. She continued to put on a show for them, shifting her hips side to side and smearing her ass up and down the length of my face. If it were anyone else, they would have shunned the perverted and humiliating display, but this was Sarah... and the crowd loved it. They were cheering her on. They're were recording it on their i-phones. Soon the performance would be uploaded to to the internet, and I'd become a global laughing stock...

I shook my head out of the fantasy. What the hell is wrong with me?

I'd already walked several blocks off campus into the residential district. The houses were dark and lifeless accept for one. I could see someone inside. At least I'm not the only one up tonight. But as I got closer, it was clear something wasn't right.

Is that guy dead?

[Moonboy]

Looking forwards to seeing where this is going to go and how the new guy is going to end up like "Stumpy" or whatever may happen.

[macrina]

Thank you Waytoextreme, super work. Love to hear more.

[waytoextreme]

Sarah's mother

Ash, Sarah's roommate, had long since fallen asleep by 3am. Sarah was alone staring into the bathroom mirror. Her mother was there. She was looking back at her through the other side smiling proudly at her.

"Look at you. My beautiful girl. All grown up. And the boys..." Her mother gave her a sly grin. "The boys just love you don't they?"

Sarah blushed and returned her mom a modest smile.

"Yes, I know they do. I know exactly what they want from you too."

Her mother's expression turned serious.

"Especially that boy you've been hanging out with lately." Her mother gasped. "I've seen it. I've seen what that pervert wants. That rotten mind of his is even worse than Steve's. Some of the things... Sarah they are just too horrible."

Sarah nodded back at her mom who looked angry now.

"He thinks my baby is a whore!" Tears of hate streamed down her mother's face.

"We need to fix him. We need to fix him like we did the last one. I want to teach him, Sarah. I want to teach him even worse than we did Steve. We'll see who's the whore when we're done with him, won't we?"

"Yes mommy."

Sarah returned her attention to the bathroom counter. In the sink was a translucent plastic film container filled to the rim with a drug known on the street as liquid ecstasy (GHB in medical circles). Tiny bubbles streamed to the surface as the last remnants of two roofies (rohypnol) slowly disolved into it. It's scary how easy it is to get just about any kind of drug in college, especially if you look as good as Sarah.

"Sarah! Look! Look now out the window! Quickly!"

Sarah unlocked the bathroom door and stepped over to the window as quickly as she could without waking Ash. She watched as I walked past her dorm down the street alone.

Her mother's aborishon was now looking back at her through the window smiling excitedly.

"Are you ready?"

"Oh yes mommy. I'm so excited!"

"Good girl. Just do it like last time. Get him in place, and I'll take care of the rest."

Sarah smiled excitedly and hurried back to the bathroom. She carefully pressed the cap onto the plastic film case and concealed it in her panties before rushing out of the dorm after me.

[knight2one]

Awesome story so dude u have real talent please keep it going

[Moonboy]

Glad to see you are writing more. I'll say again this story is so hot and so scary partly because Sarah is what a person who does the sorts of things we fantasize about would *really* be like. :clap:

[waytoextreme]

The old man

Is that guy dead?

I stepped up onto his porch to get a better look. The old man was sitting up with his head flopped forward. A string of drool hung from his lower lip.

Fuck.

I stood there for several moments watching carefully for any sign of movement...

Nothing.

"Hey."

Nothing.

"Hey, mister... are you okay?"

Nothing.

I opened the screen door and stepped inside. The place was a disaster. Filthy dishes piled the sink, and it reeked like garbage. Next to the old man was an empty bottle of booze. I reached over and touched him on his shoulder.

"Hey. Are you alright?"

I nearly had a heart attack when the old man suddenly coughed and looked up at me. His face was haggard. Deep creases circled his dilated eyes. It looked as if he could barely keep his own head up.

"Whoa... Okay... sorry... I just wanted to make sure you were alright. I'll leave you alone now."

How the hell do people let themselves get like this?

"Steve... *cough* ...Steve is that you?" The old man was clearly drunk out of his mind.

"No. I'm not Steve. Sorry to bother you." I said shaking my head in pity for the drunk. That was enough excitement for me tonight. I started back in the direction of the dorm... but my night was far from over. It hadn't even begun.

Lurking in the shadows, not too far away, was Sarah watched me like a hawk eying its prey, as I strolled back in her direction. She squatted in the shadow of a hedge and waited quietly, savoring the suspense... She reached down and pressed her fingers against her special cocktail that was tucked into her panties--the cocktail that would send me spiraling into her dark world. It was already slippery from her excitement.

[waytoextreme]

Sarah's house

"BOO!"

Sarah jumped out of the bushes and grabbed onto my shoulders.

I leaped backwards letting loose a terrified yelp before realizing it was just Sarah, who was laughing hysterically at my pale face.

"Holy shit Sarah, that wasn't cool." I said grasping my chest.

"You're face!" She said not able to contain her laughter long enough to speak out a full sentence. "... you should see your face... oh my god that was priceless!"

I shook my head at her. "What are you doing out here this late?"

"Couldn't sleep. Saw you walking past the dorm, so I thought I'd come out and stalk my favorite geek."

"Stalk? You stalk me? I gave her a skeptical glare.

"What are you doing out this late? I had no idea geeks like you were even capable of staying up past midnight on a weekday."

"Well, then I guess you just proved I'm not a geek." I said grinning.

She returned the playful grin. "Oh really? Well, then I guess I'm going to have to come up with a different pet name for you huh?"

Is she flirting with me?

"How about 'ass kisser?'" She asked grinning at my red face. I laughed awkwardly.

"Hey, since you're all the way out here anyways, want to come see my house?"

"House?"

"You didn't know I had a place out here, did you?"

"Uh... no, I didn't."

"It's where I grew up. No one lives there now, but technically it's mine. I inherited it when my parents died."

Sarah had always been reluctant to share much about herself. It was comforting that she was finely starting to open up. I knew her parents passed away, but I had no idea she grew up right down the road.

"Well, come on; I'll show you."

Frankly, if Sarah wanted to take me to a sewage treatment plant I'd have been excited to go. I was still dwelling on the idea that she had actually followed me all the way out here in the first place. I was honored... and not even the slightest bit suspicious. Now she wanted me to come to her house? Hell yeah I wanted to go to her house!

"Yeah, okay!" I cringed at how giddy my voice sounded.

As we walked I told her about the drunk old man I'd run into. Of course I was embarrassed to find out that she not only knew him, but that he was an old friend. She told me the story of Dan Morris; his son Steve whom she dated in high school; and of his mysterious disappearance. Thankfully she didn't seem offended that I'd called Dan a drunk.

Sarah pointed to a beautiful old home. "That's it."

"Wow. That's your place?"

"Yeah, but I should warn you that it's a bit mosaic. The closer you get the uglier it gets. You're not allergic to dust are you?"

I laughed. "Nope."

"Then come on in!" She said with a big smile. She lead me through the large front door and flicked on the lights.

The ancient wood floor planks moaned as I stepped inside the old mansion. The place was huge.

"Wow!" I said. "Awesome house."

Sarah smiled. "I'm glad you like it."

Dark wooden beams checkered the massive ceiling of the home. The tall walls were still decorated with dusty pictures of Sarah's family. Above a stone fireplace was a picture of a woman next to a younger, possibly high school age, Sarah. "Wow, is that your mom?"

"Yep. That one was taken just a few months before she died." Sarah said. "Make yourself at home, I'll be right back." Sarah took off down the hall. Her mom had the same dark hair. She was astonishingly beautiful for her age. She couldn't have been over 35 in that picture. Sarah and her were giving each other one-armed hugs and both were smiling widely in the shot.

Sarah returned with a couple of fancy glasses.

"What's this?"

"Margaritas! It's the family specialty." She said handing me my drink.

We sat down at what used to be their dining table.

"To family." Sarah said holding up her drink for a toast. We clanged glasses and sipped our drinks. My lips puckered at the taste. Holy shit that's salty!

Sarah grinned at me raising her eyebrow. "You know what I call a man who can't drink faster than a woman?"

"What's that?" I asked.

"A pussy." She said as she tilted up her glass.

Smiling back, I plunged my face into the massive margarita glass and gulped my salty beverage down, trying hard to keep up with Sarah who slammed her glass down empty a good 5 seconds before I finished. Damn, that's the worst margarita I've ever had.

"Looks like we've got another new nickname for you!" She said smiling at me.

Just as she said that... As I struggled not to gag swallowing my last painful gulp... a strange (horrible) noise echoed through the old home. It lasted for at least a few seconds. The noise was unlike anything I'd ever heard and seemed to come from under us. Like a shrill scream of a wounded animal... or was it human? It sent shivers down my spine.

"W-what the fuck was that?" I was clearly spooked.

"It's just the furnace. These old homes make some pretty freaky noises." Sarah said in a nonchalant tone.

That was no fucking furnace.

I listened closely for the strange noise again. "Are you sure?"

"Yes, pussy. I'm sure."

"Let's have another drink. Shall we?"

I was already feeling tipsy from the first, but I didn't want to admit it.

Could that have really been the furnace? It must have been. It must have been my imagination.

She took off again into the kitchen leaving me at the table. The walls around it were covered in pictures. I couldn't get over how beautiful her mother was. It's clear where Sarah got her looks... but there were no pictures at all of her father. That's odd.

I turned around to look and see if I could find a picture of him.

That's when it started to hit me. It was so sudden. One minute I had a mild buzz, and the next I was more drunk then I've ever felt in my life. Just turning my head was enough to turn the room into a giant caraselle. My arms couldn't react quick enough to catch myself, and I tumbled onto the floor. My head slammed onto the hard wooden planks and my legs felt numb.

I tried to stand up but ended up falling down on my back. The ceiling rapidly spun above my head. I couldn't move! What the fuck is happening?

"Sarah!" I called out. "Something is wrong! I feel sick."

Sarah didn't reply. Instead that same fucked up noise echoed again from below. This time, with my ear to the floorboard, I could hear it clearly. That's not a furnace! It was a guttural howl coming from below... and it was human!

I was getting seriously scared now.

"SARAH!"

[scooby557]

Hard to find Dommes like her, the longest i was kept in basement is 7 days, and i t was fun being a prisoner, expensive though..... good story! hehe scooby:)

[macrina]

Great job, thank you man. Cant wait tell next part.

[iceblock]

and i t was fun being a prisoner, expensive though..... good story! hehe scooby:)
Lol at that. Well it can be costly to turn fantasy into reality!

I've cut and pasted the story itself into a Word Doucment so I can read it all at once without the page breaks, interuptions and long pauses between parts. A story written in this fashion can be difficult to keep up with but certainly well worth (and fun!) trying.

I didn't really like your other story much Way2Extreme and I've got a feeling I may get the same way with this one but I've loved everything you've done so far. Great format!

[Sauur]

Great story keep going! I think this has the entire forum on the edge of their seat!

[equidum]

great story keep going! I think this has the entire forum on the edge of their seat!

absolutely true !!!!!!!!!!!

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Slipping into darkness

I was struggling to remain conscious still laying next to the dining room table, where I'd fallen, when Sarah finely returned. The back of my head and arms felt like magnets to the old oak floor boards of Sarah's home. I didn't even notice she was squatting right next to me until I felt her her touch my leg.

"Sarah! Thank god... I don't know what's wrong with me!" I gasped, but she didn't seem to be acknowledging my words. Instead, she reached down and unzipped the fly of my jeans.

"Sarah? What the fuck are you doing?"

I tried to protest, but everything was spinning too fast. I couldn't even lift my head. I opened my eyes long enough to see her squatting over me with a strange smile, like a child unwrapping a long awaited Christmas gift. Her cold fingers slipped under my jeans, and she yanked them down to my knees along with my boxers. My cheeks lit up with embarrassment as I flopped out of my boxers onto the cold floor in front of her.

"Oh m... god... !" I could barely speak now. My eyes were seeing 4 blurry Sarahs spinning in front of me and staring at my exposed body. I had to shut my eyes to keep from being sick.

She giggled. "What good would that itsy bitsy thing do for anyone?"

The loud distinct sound of duct tape being ripped off of the roll echoed off the walls of the dining room as she began binding my feet together. My ankles first. Then just above my knees.

"Sa..., please... sto...st..."

I couldn't even make out the words before slipping into the darkness.

[Moonboy]

Just keeps us coming back for more like moths to the flame. :pbbbbblt:

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Meeting Stumpy

"Wake up."

Sarah's warm breath was the first thing that greeted me from my drugged coma. Second, was the sting of her hand slapping my cheek.

Next, was that horrible realization that I was naked. For a young guy, a virgin no less, with an extremely nervous temperament, waking up exposed like this was traumatizing in itself. "Embarrassment" doesn't begin to do justice when describing how I felt when I realized I was laying their naked on my back in front of Sarah. Then, imagine how I felt when I looked down to see the remarkably un-favorable effects of a cold cement floor on my manhood. I was mortified.

I curled my bound legs up to my chest in a futile effort to unexpose as much as possible.

Sarah giggled at my obvious humiliation. "It doesn't take much to cover up that does it?" She said pointing toward my shriveled penis. "I've seen pussies bigger than that. Really, panties would be much better suited for you than boxers."

I lifted my throbbing head which was flushed bright red and blinked until my eyes adjusted enough to see. My arms were duck taped to what appeared to be a basement support beam.

The noise. Last night... that creepy fucking noise. It came from the basement!

Remembering that awful guttural howl gave me adrenalin I needed to sit up and look around. I scurried behind the beam awkwardly trying hide as much as I could with my bound legs.

I was indeed in the basement. I could tell by the scrapes on my body that I'd been either recklessly dragged down the steps or just rolled down. The basement was lit by a dusty light bulb that drenched the filthy space in its yellow glow. It's odd placement caused long eerie shadows across the cold cement floor. There was a toilet installed on the far right corner behind the stairs with no seat... and ropes dangled from the ceiling by several pulleys. What the fuck is going on?

Next to me was Sarah, sitting on an old sack. She was dressed in the same white skirt she had on last night with a tight pink tank top. She looked as beautiful as ever.

"Sarah, where are we?"

She smiled. "You're in my basement."

"Where are my clothes?"

"I burned them."

I shook my head in disbelief. "You... burned my clothes?"

"Yep."

She sat there with her elbows on her knees spinning strands of her long dark hair around her index finger smiling at me strangely. Like she was waiting for me to realize something. I was hoping this whole thing was just some sort of elaborate prank. Sarah did have one hell of a twisted sense of humor. Was she waiting for me to call her out?

"Listen, Sarah, I don't know what happened last night. I don't care. I just want to g..."

I forget what I was trying to say. My attention diverted to the old rotten sack that she was sitting on... it fucking moved!

I gasped and curled up against the beam she had me tied to. "Sarah, what the fuck is in the bag?"

I'd apparently discovered what it was that she was waiting for me to notice.

"What, this bag here?" Her awkward smirk looked like she was straining herself to look serious, like she was making a conscious effort to keep from bursting into laughter. She leaned backward and lifted her legs into the air, purposely concentrating her entire weight onto whatever was bound inside it. I heard snaps, like the sound of fingers cracking, from the bag as she balanced there precariously on top of it. It squirmed under Sarah's ass in a distressed fashion that reminded me of a fish out of water.

"Oh, this is just Stumpy." She said as she rocked her weight forward, off the poor creature, and stood up. Whatever it was let out a sigh of relief as her butt lifted off of it.

"How rude of me. Let me introduce you!"

She bent down and grabbed the bottom of the sack. Whatever it was was lite. With seemingly very little effort she yanking it off the ground with one hand and flipped it upside down. The creature dangled in the air like a bag of potatoes under her fist. Sarah watched intently at my reaction as she pinched a loose end of twine that was tied like a shoelace at the bottom and gave it a tug. The bag opened up and the freak within dumped out onto its head making an awful "slap" as it hit the cement. Its hideous moan was stifled by my scream.

"F-FUUUUUUUCK!"

I recoiled in horror. Stumpy, whom Sarah had just been sitting on, was a person... or at least, what's left of one. He was without a doubt the most grotesque thing I'd ever seen in my life.

Ribs jutted out through its emasculated frame like something you'd see in a Nazi concentration camp. It had no hair, neither on its head nor body. All of it's limbs were completely disarticulated from its frame. Where its arms used to be were pockets of loose skin which dangled like small sacks of shattered bone and ligaments. His legs were just as gruesome. Both were just folds of skin, cartilage and bone. I could clearly see his entire left pelvis dangling loosely and unnaturally repositioned under its pale skin. Stumpy's nose was seriously fucked up too, like it had been broken hundreds times and never set. Its lips sunk into its mouth like an elderly man, but I could tell it wasn't old--he had no wrinkles. Wild scribbles of scar tissue covered every inch of what was left of its body, face and head like a sheet of paper attacked by an over zealous two year old with a crayon. A dark pooch of wrinkled skin was all that was left of his penis and testicles. And to top it all off, as if he wasn't dehumanized enough, a thick leather dog collar was fastened around the neck of this vile freak show.

Stumpy's body curled into a ball on the floor like a giant slug.

"Awww... you hurt its feelings." Sarah said teasingly. "Don't you worry Stumpy, we're going to fix up this big old meany too. He won't be much to look at when we're done with him either." Sarah said in a patronizing tone while grinning at me.

I was so fucking scared. Too scared to even feel pity for the poor creature, who was clearly avoiding eye contact with me. I was the only outside human contact Stumpy has had seen since he'd been reduced to such pitiful state, and it couldn't bare to see my horrified expression.

[waytoextreme]

Warning to those with soft stomachs: you might want to stop reading now as the story begins to fill in some of the gruesome details.

It'll continue with more explanation about how exactly stumpy (and soon 'me') is used by Sarah sexually, her mother, father, mutilation of Stumpy, gruesome details about Stumpy's daily routine, and ultimately the fate of (me)… among other things.

For the feedback -- thank you! And please keep it coming--it lets me know that people are interested in hearing more!

[Moonboy]

Warning to those with soft stomachs: you might want to stop reading now as the story begins to fill in some of the gruesome details.

It'll continue with more explanation about how exactly stumpy (and soon 'me') is used by Sarah sexually, her mother, father, mutilation of Stumpy, gruesome details about Stumpy's daily routine, and ultimately the fate of (me)… among other things.

For the feedback -- thank you! And please keep it coming--it lets me know that people are interested in hearing more!

Some of this is gruesome, of course. Yet I can't wait to get the gritty details of how Steve became Stumpy and how the other guy- you- gets a similar treatment.

Now personally (and this is just me), I would have had Stumpy lose the penis but keep the balls so he could still feel sexual frustration with no relief. But its hardly a major point.

As to a character really being you, I'll tell you this much. My first name is Doug. Now reading my stories, note how many characters in my stories are named Doug. :think2:

Oh, one more tribute to you. Think about this. Unless I missed it, there hasn't been any out-and-out facesitting in the story. There was a hint it is coming with 'you' kissing Sarah's butt however no real facesitting yet and yet we are still drooling wanting to read more and more of the story.

This is a story where I'm thinking, "The hell with the face-sitting. If its there, great. If its not, great. What matters is the absolute humiliation and subjugation of these males as a sadistic female tortures them physically and mentally to her heart's merciless content." You may be the nerd but I've got dibs on being Stumpy. I called dibs first. :eyebrows:

[waytoextreme]

Now personally (and this is just me), I would have had Stumpy lose the penis but keep the balls so he could still feel sexual frustration with no relief. But its hardly a major point.


Yeah, I hear you, but then there'd be a slight chance that he'd enjoy his torment at least to some degree. It's most effective for Sarah if he's in complete torment/pain. I'll get more into that part later :-).


As to a character really being you, I'll tell you this much. My first name is Doug. Now reading my stories, note how many characters in my stories are named Doug.


The 'me' isn't really me personally... Although, I'd love it to be. It's just a person purposely kept nameless possibly to be filled in by the reader as himself or as just some anonymous person :-)


Oh, one more tribute to you. Think about this. Unless I missed it, there hasn't been any out-and-out facesitting in the story. There was a hint it is coming with 'you' kissing Sarah's butt however no real facesitting yet and yet we are still drooling wanting to read more and more of the story.


Yeah, there hasn't been many yet, but as the story unfolds there will be lots. I've been trying to build up a little suspense before going into details about this, but in the next few parts there will be lots. There has been some facesitting though, albeit sparse. Did you catch these?

From "Sarah's Freak":

Her perfect figure contrasted rediculously with the freak cowering at her feat... It pleaded in its grotesque inhuman language for mercy. But Sarah was in no mood to give it. Not tonight... Not any night. This was the one thing Sarah looked forward to day after day after day. She had to have it.

As she began her twisted routine the freak howled under her--its loose skin flapped on the cold basement floor as it squirmed helplessly... And she thought about me.

From "Thinking about Sarah":


I imagined her fingers drumming her leg through the soft fabric of her white skirt as she waited impatiently for me. My head cowered as I floundered past the crowd to her, devoid of any dignity or self respect, and sprawled onto the dirt beneath her feet. She turned away to look at them--our crowd of onlookers. They huddled in closer to get a better view as she modestly reached up her skirt and slipped her panties down to her thighs. Her long dark beautiful hair draped down the sides of her face as she prepared herself. Our growing audience watched in awe as she slowly descended... lower... and lower... and then burst into laughter as she gracefully sandwiched my face, which was bright red with embarrassment, between the ground and her naked ass. She continued to put on a show for them, shifting her hips side to side and smearing her ass up and down the length of my face. If it were anyone else, they would have shunned the perverted and humiliating display, but this was Sarah... and the crowd loved it. They were cheering her on. They're were recording it on their i-phones. Soon the performance would be uploaded to to the internet, and I'd become a global laughing stock...

[Moonboy]

Yeah, I hear you, but then there'd be a slight chance that he'd enjoy his torment at least to some degree. It's most effective for Sarah if he's in complete torment/pain. I'll get more into that part later :-).


Yup, I get it. All agony and torment, not even the illusion of sexual pleasure as a side affect. Well, there was the scene where she undressed in front of him to torture him. In his mind, he still feels desire. But of course, zero possibility of sexual relief or even the hope of it.


Yeah, there hasn't been many yet, but as the story unfolds it'll become clear that the whole thing is about just that. I've been trying to build up a little suspense before going into details about this, but in the next few parts there will be lots. There has been some facesitting though, albeit sparse. Did you catch these?


I caught the dream sequence. I didn't entirely make the connection with the scene with Stumpy. Looking forwards to more and more though.

[Sauur]

Wow some very nice work!

This story is extremely twisted... and I mean that as a a compliment! :)

I'd be interesting in seeing "hope" occur for (me) only for it to be lost. Like a cruel game if you can do this then you get to keep your limbs but if you can't... Some ideas would be -

Avoid Cumming
Clean the dirty shoe in 5 minutes to spotless
Make her cum
Avoid screaming in pain

Ect ect - you get the idea. Either way I'm *really* looking forward to more this is a great story!

[waytoextreme]

Wow some very nice work!

This story is extremely twisted... and I mean that as a a compliment! :)

I'd be interesting in seeing "hope" occur for (me) only for it to be lost. Like a cruel game if you can do this then you get to keep your limbs but if you can't... Some ideas would be -

Avoid Cumming
Clean the dirty shoe in 5 minutes to spotless
Make her cum
Avoid screaming in pain

Ect ect - you get the idea. Either way I'm *really* looking forward to more this is a great story!

Thanks Sauur for the ideas. Interesting. I've learned my lesson about posting parts of the story too early and loosing my ability to go back and make edits in this forum, so I'm holding back posting what I have done until I've had a chance to re-read/write until I'm happy. I really like your idea of "false hope" -- I'm going to see if I can incorporate that into what I'm fleshing out.

[Moonboy]

Thanks Sauur for the ideas. Interesting. I've learned my lesson about posting parts of the story too early and loosing my ability to go back and make edits in this forum, so I'm holding back posting what I have done until I've had a chance to re-read/write until I'm happy. I really like your idea of "false hope" -- I'm going to see if I can incorporate that into what I'm fleshing out.

If you really want to, just make the changes you want and repost the revised version of what you've already posted. We'll read it. This is a great story.

[Trico]

Great story so far. Is any of this inspired by the Japanese movie, Odishon (Audition) by any chance? In that movie there's also a girl with a guy she tortured in a sack.

[knight2one]

On the false hope scenario how about a would be female rescuer being a facesitting buddy given special permission to use the new toy have her act like salvation but in reality double trouble

[Moonboy]

Dude, I'm starting to go into withdrawal here. I need a fix.

Just joking. I know life often interferes with the sex fantasies that are really important. :pbbbbblt:

[waytoextreme]

Great story so far. Is any of this inspired by the Japanese movie, Odishon (Audition) by any chance? In that movie there's also a girl with a guy she tortured in a sack.

Nice catch ;-). Yep, that's where I got the sack idea. Great movie. One of my all-time favorites.

[waytoextreme]

Dude, I'm starting to go into withdrawal here. I need a fix.

Just joking. I know life often interferes with the sex fantasies that are really important. :pbbbbblt:

Yeah, sorry - I have more hashed out in notes from early december, but I probably won't have time to convert them into a story for a while... I'll get back to it eventually -- when my schedule clears up enough.

Thanks all, for the comments.

[Sauur]

Agh curse real life. ;)

I'm also eagerly looking forward to move of this awesome story.

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Meet Steve Morris

Sarah looked like a giant next to the emasculated torso curled into a ball at her feet. Just one of her perfectly toned legs weighed at least twice as much as what was left of Stumpy. She reached with her foot and with disturbingly little effort flicked him onto his back so that he was laying directly under the yellow light of the single 40 watt bulb illuminating the dark basement. He was clearly uncomfortable being on display and shyly turned his head away from me.

In the light I could now see that the scribbles of scar tissue that at first seemed random were not random at all. It was clear at this angle that there was a pattern to them...

"Tally marks." Sarah explained. "Each time I use him, I give him a little memento."

"U-u-u-use h-him?" I could barely speak. I couldn't even think, I was so terrified.

Sarah nodded with a huge smile spread across her beautiful face. "Just as I'll be using you."

Those words echoed in my mind as Sarah proudly rolled her pink-polished toes over the bumpy texture of scar tissue that covered Stumpy's chest. Each mark was no more than a centimeter in size. And there were thousands of them.

Is this what Sarah is planning for me?

It was clear that the Sarah I knew--the cute and popular college girl--was just a facade wrapped around a sadistic sociopath. This poor man. I turned to Sarah with an expression that must have been pure bewilderment. She acknowledged my glare and gave me a nod, as if to say, "you're questions are about to be answered."

She turned her head toward a space on the floor next to the stairwell and sighed.

"Years ago my father used to take me down here... when my mother was away." Sarah's eyes closed. "He'd take me down here, and he'd ..." She pointed down in the direction of a small dark stain on the concrete floor, and closed her eyes again unable to finish her sentence.

"That sick fuck did it for years before I had the nerve to tell my mother."

"That's when the 'accident' happened." Sarah used her fingers to quote the word "accident" as she said it.

"I've never seen anger like that before. My mom was absolutely out of her mind with rage. The last thing she said to me before she died was that she'd never let him... or anyone else harm me again."

"At first, I was angry at her for what she did. I mean... I was happy that she made that fucker pay... he certainly deserved what he got, but she wasn't supposed to die. I thought she'd left me... and her loss effected me deeply. Those first few months were the worst... but eventually, I moved on and tried my best to resume life."

"I did pretty well for the most part... except for sex. The idea of sex repulsed me. Steve, my boyfriend at the time, was understanding at first... but as time went on, his patience thinned. He began to pressure me... and I began to resent him. The more he pressured, the more he reminded me of my father."

"That's when it all started. She came to me one morning; my mother did. I was laying in bed crying when it happened... I thought at first that I was hallucinating. She explained that she'd never actually left me at all--that she'd been watching over me this whole time... like a guardian angel. She said that she'd appealed on my behalf to darker powers, and that things were eventually done in our favor."

Sarah clenched her fists and pressed them under her breasts. "A connection was sowed between us... and this house..." Sarah gestured to the ceiling. "... bound by those that shift between life and death inside of it." Sarah gestured toward Stumpy and myself smiling.

I was sure at this point that I was dealing with a complete fucking psychopath. I didn't understand what she was talking about, but she apparently thought that she'd been talking to her dead mother... Clearly there's some screws loose in that head of hers. The more I heard, the more nervous I became... my only hope was reasoning with her, but how do you reason with someone who has lost their mind?

"I can tell by the way you are looking at me that you think I'm nuts. That's okay... I'd probably think the same thing if I were in your very unfortunate position. Soon enough you'll know what I'm telling you is the truth..." She nudged Stumpy with her toes. "... huh Stump?"

Stumpy, for the first time turned and looked at me. His mutilated face was hard to look at, but under his disfigurements, it was his expression that gave me chills... It was en expression of pity... this Freak actually felt sorry for me. Like he knew something very bad was about to happen.

Sarah continued...

"My mother is powerful. She could see into Steve's head. Into his darkest fantasies... and discovered he was no better than my father."

"She said that she could make things right. She said that if I did what she asked, not only would Steve get what he deserved, but I'd finely get to feel the pleasure that my father took from me... and that I'd feel it at Steve's expense."

"So one day I told Steve that I was finely ready... that if he'd meet me here that night, I'd fuck him. He was so excited." Sarah laughed. "The idiot was completely blinded by his perverted fantasies." She grinned down at me. "Just as you were."

"My mother did not disappoint. I had the first orgasm of my life that night. It was unlike anything I'd ever felt before... I felt alive... and I was finely in control." Sarah's eyes shifted to Stumpy.

She pressed her foot down onto Stumpy's head and held it there against the floor. Her polished toenails glistened under the light.

"I simply took from him what my dad took from me--control and sexual gratification--but this time at the expense of his misery rather than my own."

"Do you remember that man you ran into last night? Mr. Morris ... the man who lost his son five years ago? ... and who's son I dated?"

My face turned white as I realized what she was about to say.

Sarah nodded.

"Meet Steve Morris."

[Moonboy]

Excellent continuation. Been looking forward to it.

[macrina]

Super work, thank you. Cant wait for next part.

[Sauur]

LOVE IT!!! Please continue! :)

[waytoextreme]

Thanks moonboy, macrina, and sauur for the feedback!

[femsup]

Thank you great continuation and we finally get to confirm who stumpy is.Like the fact that he thinks he has no chance communiating to her as she is so crazed.Love to the marks on stumpys body.Why should she mark a bed post when she has his body instead.

[ZeWarrior]

Please continue!

[Saturnus]

I only have 2 things to say:

Im new here and this is Effing brilliant!

/Mr. Saturnus

[waytoextreme]

I only have 2 things to say:

Im new here and this is Effing brilliant!

/Mr. Saturnus

Thanks Saturnus. Hopefully I'll get enough time to continue this soon...

[IYIiKe]

you're killin me man

[sharp]

bump!

I hope that there's an update coming for this one!!! You really are killing us!!

[waytoextreme]

Sorry folks. My schedule will be opening up to give this story some more attention in early May. Until then, my lack of time is going to continue to prevent me from being able to work on this. Thanks for the bump :-).

[waytoextreme]

Ah heck... here's the next part. Thanks again for the continued interest despite the long lack of updates. I was on the hedge awhile about the direction I wanted the story to go... I hope you enjoy the chapters to come.


Killing Stumpy

"So ..." Sarah raised her eyebrows at me before bending down to pull her skirt and panties down past her knees. "... which one of you wants to go first?" She let them fall to the ground in a delicate silky heap.

Her perfect golden complexion and long black hair seemed to glow under the dim yellow light of the basement. For a moment, mesmerized her beauty, I forgot about my fucked up situation. Sarah posed there majestically over us like a Goddess about to impose her dark will upon her captors... her slaves.

The corners of her lips raised, and she nodded down toward Stumpy, who was getting visibly anxious now. When she stepped over to him he began to sob... wet fleshy sobs. Whatever was left of its tongue (clearly very little) made an awful noise, almost like chunks of flem rattling loosely deep in its throat.

"What do you think Stump?" She asked grinning down at him. "Shall we show your new roommate what he has to look forward to?"

Whatever she was about to do, it was clear that she'd waited long enough. Stumpy stared up at Sarah's half naked body towering over him desperately shaking his head in one last futile effort to plead for mercy, but it was met with the same cold disregard that he'd received each time before. She continued without hesitation.

I watched in awe as Sarah descended down on top of him. Right onto his face. Sarah grabbed the back of Stumpy's skull and pulled it into her, wedging him deep into her crotch. I could hear how slimy and wet she was as she swallowed his entire head between her thighs. Her muscles tensed as she squeezed--effortlessly overpowering the frail creature and muffling its cries inside of her. Stumpy's desperate attempts for air were met instead with mouth-fulls of her slimy discharge.

This continued for several minutes. The limbless torso of Stumpy raised under her like a giant slug curling it's tail up from under her weight.

"Y-you-you're going to k-kill him!"

Sarah smiled and gave me a knowing nod as if to say "yeah, that's the point stupid" and tightened her grip even more.

[macrina]

Thanks waytoeextreme, good part.

[waytoextreme]

Death Rattle

Removed for editing... will post back later.

[macrina]

Again thank you for your wonderfull story, cant wait wat happen next.

[waytoextreme]

Sorry for the incredibly long delay. I was finishing a project that sucked all my free time and officially ended in mid-may, so I’m finely back to finish this story up.

I wasn’t happy with the direction this story was heading towards the end, so I re-wrote much of it. Here it is in its entirety… well at least in its current state. There may be more added depending on the feedback received.

[waytoextreme]

The Miller House

The Miller house was an old colonial style home built over a hundred years ago. It sits behind a gorgeous oak tree and a white picket fence. It rocked the entire community when the Miller’s died 6 years ago. The house used to be a social hub to the towns most important people. Now the house is dead quiet. The grass is overgrown… but the house is not empty.

Beneath the home, dusty slabs of plywood are nailed into place behind the windows. A tiny slivers of moonlight escapes between them, casting a long blue crack of light through the darkness. In the corner behind the stairs, in the shadows, sleeps Stumpy--the home’s secret occupant--a grotesque little creature kept tucked away inside an old potato sack.

You may wonder where "stumpy" got such a name. Well, if you could see him, it would be very obvious. Stumpy no longer has any arms or legs… not even a tongue… or teeth… or a penis. Even his ears and one of his eyes were removed. The poor freak was reduced to a stump over the course of his captivity.

For now, the house is perfectly quiet... well not completely quiet. If you listen carefully enough, you'll hear the faint but disturbing sound of the remnants of Stumpy's tongue flapping loosely in his throat with each breath.

Soon, Stumpy will wake up. He will tremble in fear once again as those familiar steps descend down the basement stairwell.

But for now, the poor creature is asleep.


Homework

"What do you get a dead baby for Christmas?"

"God Sarah, what the fuck is wrong with you?"

Sarah’s eyes sparkled under the florescent lights of my dorm room as she grinned down at me. Sarah and I met each other a few weeks ago. She lived in the dorm next to mine.

"What do you get a dead baby for Christmas?" She repeated giggling.

I shook my head at her. "I give up."

"A dead puppy!" She could barely finish the joke before she began laughing hysterically.

"You’re one twisted chick." I couldn’t help but laugh at that. Coming from anyone else it would have been so wrong… but this was Sarah. She could get away with anything. Her dark sense of humor was one of many things about I liked. She wasn’t Goth or anything like that. No, she looked like a normal pretty college girl--long brown hair, a gorgeous freckled face, and tight fitting clothes that teased the eyes. Today she was wearing a loose summary skirt.

"Ugh! I’m bored… are you almost done?"

I was actually working on her homework--Calculus. Of course I didn't mind. I was sort of a nervous kid and admittedly a complete pushover for a pretty face.

"Not even close. I’m slow as hell at this stuff."

"Well, I think I’m going to take off and leave my little genius alone so he can concentrate… That okay with you?"

"That’s fine." I smiled back at her and put down the book trying my best not to look disappointed. I knew she was using me… but I didn't care. I enjoyed being used by Sarah… I'd do anything for her.

My parents stuck me in this Wellness dorm--a "substance free" living area--which means no drugs, no sex, and no girls after 9pm. It was getting close to 10 now so Sarah couldn’t walk out the front door without getting me written up by the TA, who took his job way to seriously. She needed to sneak through the bathroom window. It was a familiar routine.

I dragged my chair into the bathroom and held Sarah's hand as she stood up onto it.

"You’re going to have my homework done on time right?" She asked as she stepped one leg out the window. She hiked up her skirt showing off her perfect legs. I felt myself getting a hard on staring at her curves… what a body!

"Of course I will. I’ll slide it under your door tomorrow morning okay?"

"Aw… You’re such a sweetie. Thanks!"

She managed to position herself so she was sitting off the window sill.

"You better hurry before someone sees you!" I whispered.

"Not before I get a kiss!" She whispered back to me. Her face was far out of my reach…

"How the hell am I going to kiss you from down here?"

She let out a shy giggle, pulled up the back of her skirt, and wiggled her butt into the bathroom a little further.

It was obvious what she wanted me to do. "You want me to kiss… your butt?" I watched as she pulled the back of her skirt up and held it there against her back revealing her backside. Her bare ass hung down in front of me, inches from my face, which was bright red... but oh God what a beautiful sight. It was the most amazing thing I'd ever seen.

"No. I want you to kiss my ass you dork!" She said giggling. "Go on, get on with it… kiss me right in the CRACK!" She pulled her white panties down with her thumb.

She was serious. I leaned toward her butt. If it wasn’t so embarrassing, I’d have been pretty damn horny. The smell of her ass was potent as my nose approached. I noticed that a couple of kids were watching.

"Are you serious?" I asked her one last time to make sure she wasn’t joking.

"If you don’t hurry up I’m going to make you come out here and do it in front of everyone!" She said. "Give me a nice big ol’ smooch right in my rear end!"

So I did it… I closed my eyes and kissed her ass… right where she asked me to! Just as my lips retreated she slid out the window and yanked her panties up.

"Pervert!" She said grinning at me over her shoulder as she took off.

I shut the window blinds and buried my face into my hands. Holy shit was that embarrassing!

I could hear people outside laughing. "Some dude just kissed Sarah Miller’s ass!" Someone said. She was toying with me... and I loved it… What I didn’t love was imagining where she was off to. Someone like Sarah was surely off to some other guy. What I would give to be hers, I thought to myself.

I’d do anything for that.


Dan Morris

Dan Morris's hand shook as he carefully poured himself another glass of Dewers. He sat alone watching the college students walk past his home through the light of his front porch. Some were laughing…

He didn’t fill the glass with ice like he used to.

The loss of Steve, his only son, had done a number on him. His eyes were hollow and spiritless. Six months ago his wife left him; not many marriages can survive the loss of a child. The padded chairs around the table where his family used to sit were still sunken in—ghostly reminders of happier times.

Sitting here has become his nightly ritual since Steve's disappearance... waiting hopefully for him to come home. He wanted to be the first to wrap his arms around him. He would often stare at crowds of kids walking by like a "Where's Waldo" puzzle trying to find his son. He imagined that one day he’d see Steve in one of the crowds… But of course he never did.

As he sipped another swig of his strong beverage Sarah caught his eye walking swiftly past his home. His eyes brightened, and he rushed to the door slopping his drink in his hand as he stumbled through it.

"Sarah!"

Sarah stopped and turned around.

"Oh... Hey, Mr. Morris!"

She gave him a warm smile as she approached. Sarah is a sweet girl. He always liked Sarah… and she was always so good to Steve. Sarah and Steve had been dating for just over a year when he disappeared. In those first few hopeful weeks she had spent countless hours helping post flyers around town. When it was clear Steve wouldn’t be coming home, Sarah helped Dan cope. She often came by to talk with him and keep him company.

Poor Sarah wasn’t unfamiliar with loss either. Dan felt sorry for the poor girl. It happened so soon after her parents died.

"What are you up to tonight?"

"Oh… It's a nice night out tonight… Just enjoying the evening I guess. Do you have a second Sarah? I’ve been meaning to give you something."

"Of course." Sarah said following him inside.

"How are you holding up these days?"

"About as good as I can expect to be." He said leading Sarah into Steve’s old room.

Basketball trophies still lined the walls in the bedroom Dan had kept in the same condition it had been left 2 years ago the last time Steve had slept in it. Half way through Steve's senior year he was approached by a basketball coach at a local university with a scholarship. It was a full ride. Dan had never been more proud in his life. Then, one morning soon after he was just gone. There was no forced entry, no note, no sign of foul play… it was as if he had just vanished into thin air as he slept.

"You used to go to all of Steve's games. I remember how you used to sit there in the bleachers with all your friends cheering him on…" Dan let out a sigh. "I don't think you ever missed one game." He walked over to the closet and swung it open.

Inside, it was still filled with Steve's clothes. He pushed some out of the way and retrieved an old basketball.

"I don't think Steve would have played as well as he did if it weren't for you. He wanted to impress you Sarah. He loved you… and I know you loved him… So I want you to have this." He handed Sarah the ball. "It's the ball used during state championships his Junior year…"

"Yeah…" Sarah cut him off and recognized it immediately. It was signed by the whole team. Each player had written Dan little notes on it and presented it to him at a celebration party days later… Including one from her:

Steve and Sarah forever

"I know what it is. It's the ball Steve shot the winning basket with… I can't accept this Mr Morris."

"Nonsense… I want you to have it. I want you to remember Steve… It's important that we remember."

Sarah took the ball and returned Dan a gracious smile.

"Of course…"

"Okay then." Dan was visibly choked up and was trying hard to keep his composure. "I don't want to keep you any longer. I'm sure a girl like you has plenty of things to do tonight."

Sarah smiled. "Thank you Mr. Morris… and don't give up hope." She gave him a comforting smile and a hug before leaving.

Sarah left the poor old man alone with his bottle and continued on her way to the old house, bouncing the ball on the sidewalk as she walked. Over the years she'd become an expert at faking emotion. She was very good at it.

What the old fool doesn't know is that Steve had indeed snuck out that fateful night. He had snuck out to see her.

Sarah swung open the big white fence, grabbed the mail, opened the door to the old house, and locked it behind her.


Sarah's Freak

The sound of the heavy front door slamming shut echoed through the old Miller home waking the creature below. Loose skin from its crude amputations flapped together as it slithered onto its back and waited anxiously.

She's coming.

The lights flicked on. Orange light cut through the shadows of the stairwell and illuminated the the dark space under the stairs.

The freak was kept in two potato bags on opposite sides of the room. One was tied to a beam... and the other lay still in the opposite corner. The potent odor from the other bag filled the basement.

Sarah un-locked the freak, carefully untied the end of the potato sack, and dumped him out onto the cold cement floor.

She waited for his eyes to adjust on the basketball she was holding.

"So... I stopped by your dad's today."

The freak's eyes widened.

"I'm fucking him now you know. Yeah, we just finished screwing... You'd be surprised how good your old man is in bed." Sarah giggled down at its contorted face. "Yeah, I've never seen him so happy... He's a real lady's man that dad of yours."

"I noticed he had even thrown out this. Recognize it? I picked it out of the trash he brought out for tomorrow morning."

Steve's toothless mouth hung open as he stared at the ball... a symbol of a glorious past long forgotten.

"I told him he should really keep it... you know... to preserve your memory." She shook her head smiling. "No, he's completely forgotten about you. Everyone has."

"THINK FAST!"

Sarah chucked the ball at Stumpy's head. It bounced off his chin knocking his toothless gums together with an awful sounding "slap" and bounced off into the dark space under the stairs. Steve moaned in agony.

Sarah laughed hysterically.

She kicked off her shoes and began to undress as the creature sobbed. She pulled off her skirt and panties, folded them, and placed them on the floor.

Her perfect figure contrasted rediculously with the freak cowering at her feat... It pleaded in its grotesque inhuman language for mercy. But Sarah was in no mood to give it. Not tonight... Not any night. This was the one thing Sarah looked forward to day after day after day.

She had to have it.

As she began her twisted routine the freak howled under her--its loose skin flapped on the cold basement floor as it squirmed helplessly... And she thought about me.


Sarah's secret place

It was one in the morning when Sarah finely returned to the dorm. Her roommate Ash was still awake. She was laying in bed with the laptop on her lap watching an episode of Dexter.

"Another late night huh?" Ash grinned at Sarah teasingly.

Sarah smiled back a look of proud silent acknowledgement.

"Oh, some dude stopped by a few minutes ago. He dropped off your math."

Sarah picked it up. There were three sheets of paper covered almost completely front and back with my work. I had traced each problem carefully to look like it was her handwriting.

Sarah laughed shaking her head. It was obvious I'd worked all night on it.

"I bet if I came at that boy with a 15 inch dildo he'd bend right over for me."

Ash giggled. "Nerds are useful."

"And fun."

Sarah yawned as she made her way to the oversized beanbag chair in the corner next to the window. She sank into it savoring the soft cushion as it swelled under her weight... consuming her perfect body in it's pulpy mass. She closed her eyes and relaxed listening to Dexter playing in the background. Dexter, the serial killer and protagonist of the show was speaking:
"I know there's something dark in me and I hide it. I certainly don't talk about it, but it's there always, this Dark Passenger. And when he's driving, I feel alive, half sick with the thrill of complete wrongness. I don't fight him, I don't want to. He's all I've got."
I know exactly how he feels.

Sarah smiled to herself as her mind secretly wandered to the freak beneath her stairs... and me... and into that dark space deep within her psychosis--the place she enjoys visiting the most. It's that secret place she brought Steve to that fateful day just over five years ago, and where he's lived each day since... trapped forever.

Sarah's cravings were getting stronger.

She pressed herself into the cushion and squeezed its mass between her thighs, enjoying its soft fleshy texture pressed against her weight.

His lips had felt so lovely quivering nervously beneath her... pressed willingly into the crack of her ass.

He wants it. He wants it just like Steve wanted it.

She was getting wet now. Her soppy panties clung to the beanbag as she continued to press herself into it.

Tomorrow... Tomorrow sweetie, we will travel there together... just you, me, and Steve.


The walk

Fuck, it's going to be a rough day.

At 3am I finely gave up trying to sleep. Those moments with Sarah in the bathroom kept replaying over and over in my mind. I couldn't get her out of my head.

I pulled on my jeans, grabbed my dorm access card and flashlight, and carefully shut the door behind me as I stepped outside into the night. Aside from the dull sound of traffic somewhere far away, the town seemed empty. I glanced back at the window of my dorm room, as I began my walk down the quiet street, recalling what she had said.
"If you don't hurry up, I'm going to make you come out here and [kiss my ass] in front of everyone!"
There's nobody here now, but earlier there must have been over 50 kids.

What would that have been like?

I imagined her fingers drumming her leg through the soft fabric of her white skirt as she waited impatiently for me. My head cowered as I floundered past the crowd to her, devoid of any dignity or self respect, and sprawled onto the dirt beneath her feet. She turned away to look at them--our crowd of onlookers. They huddled in closer to get a better view as she modestly reached up her skirt and slipped her panties down to her thighs. Her long dark beautiful hair draped down the sides of her face as she prepared herself. Our growing audience watched in awe as she slowly descended... lower... and lower... and then burst into laughter as she gracefully sandwiched my face, which was bright red with embarrassment, between the ground and her naked ass. She continued to put on a show for them, shifting her hips side to side and smearing her ass up and down the length of my face. If it were anyone else, they would have shunned the perverted and humiliating display, but this was Sarah... and the crowd loved it. They were cheering her on. They're were recording it on their cell phones. Soon the performance would be uploaded to to the internet, and I'd become a global laughing stock...

I shook my head out of the fantasy. What the hell is wrong with me?

I'd already walked several blocks off campus into the residential district. The houses were dark and lifeless accept for one. I could see someone inside. At least I'm not the only one up tonight. But as I got closer, it was clear something wasn't right.

Is that guy dead?


Sarah's mother

Ash, Sarah's roommate, had long since fallen asleep by 3am. Sarah was alone staring into the bathroom mirror. Her mother was there. She was looking back at her through the other side smiling proudly at her.

"Look at you. My beautiful girl. All grown up. And the boys..." Her mother gave her a sly grin. "The boys just love you don't they?"

Sarah blushed and returned her mom a modest smile.

"Yes, I know they do. I know exactly what they want from you too."

Her mother's expression turned serious.

"Especially that boy you've been hanging out with lately." Her mother gasped. "I've seen it. I've seen what that pervert wants. That rotten mind of his is even worse than Steve's. Some of the things... Sarah they are just too horrible."

Sarah nodded back at her mom who looked angry now.

"He thinks my baby is a whore!" Tears of hate streamed down her mother's face.

"We need to fix him. We need to fix him like the last one. I want to teach him, Sarah. I want you to teach him even worse than Steve. We'll see who's the whore when we're done with him, won't we?"

"Yes mommy."

Sarah returned her attention to the bathroom counter. In the sink was a translucent plastic film container filled to the rim with a drug known on the street as liquid ecstasy (GHB in medical circles). Tiny bubbles streamed to the surface as the last remnants of two roofies (rohypnol) slowly disolved into it. It's scary how easy it is to get just about any kind of drug in college, especially if you look as good as Sarah.

"Sarah! Look! Look now out the window! Quickly!"

Sarah unlocked the bathroom door and stepped over to the window as quickly as she could without waking Ash. She watched as I walked past her dorm down the street alone.

Her mother's aborishon was now looking back at her through the window smiling excitedly.

"Are you ready?"

"Oh yes mommy. I'm so excited!"

"Good girl. I have a feeling this boy will be no trouble at all. Just do it like last time. Get him in place, and I'll take care of the rest."

Sarah smiled excitedly and hurried back to the bathroom. She carefully pressed the cap onto the plastic film case and concealed it in her panties before rushing out of the dorm after me.


The old man

Is that guy dead?

I stepped up onto his porch to get a better look. The old man was sitting up with his head flopped forward. A string of drool hung from his lower lip.

I stood there for several moments watching carefully for any sign of movement... Nothing.

"Hey... hey mister?" Nothing.

"Are you okay?"

I opened the screen door and stepped inside. The place was a disaster. Filthy dishes piled the sink, and it reeked like garbage. Next to the old man was an empty bottle of booze. I reached over and touched him on his shoulder.

"Hey. Are you alright?"

I nearly had a heart attack when the old man suddenly coughed and looked up at me. His face was haggard. Deep creases circled his dilated eyes. It looked as if he could barely keep his own head up.

"Whoa... Okay... sorry... I just wanted to make sure you were alright. I'll leave you alone now."

How the hell do people let themselves get like this?

"Steve... *cough* ...Steve is that you?" The old man was clearly drunk out of his mind.

"No man. I'm not Steve. Sorry to bother you." I said shaking my head in pity for the drunk.

That was enough excitement for me tonight, I thought as I started back in the direction of the dorm... but my night was far from over. It hadn't even begun.

Lurking in the shadows, not too far away, was Sarah watched me like a hawk eying its prey, as I strolled back in her direction. She squatted in the shadow of a hedge and waited quietly, savoring the suspense... She reached down and pressed her fingers against her special cocktail that was tucked into her panties--the cocktail that would send me spiraling into her dark world.

It was already slippery from her excitement.


Sarah's house

"BOO!"

Sarah jumped out of the bushes and grabbed onto my shoulders.

I leaped backwards letting loose a terrified yelp before realizing it was just Sarah, who was laughing hysterically at my pale face.

"Holy shit Sarah, that wasn't cool." I said grasping my chest.

"You're face!" She said not able to contain her laughter long enough to speak out a full sentence. "... you should see your face... oh my god that was priceless!"

I shook my head at her. "What are you doing out here this late?"

"Couldn't sleep. Saw you walking past the dorm, so I thought I'd come out and stalk my favorite little geek."

"Stalk? You stalk me?" I looked back at her skepticaly. If only I was so lucky.

"What are you doing out this late? I had no idea geeks like you were even capable of staying up past midnight on a weekday... unless of course you're up playing World of Warcraft or some geeky shit like that."

I laughed. "Well, then I guess you just proved I'm not as geeky as you thought."

She returned the playful grin. "Oh really? Well, then I guess I'm going to have to come up with a different pet name for you huh?"

Is she flirting with me?

"How about 'ASS KISSER?'" She asked smiling widely at my red face. I laughed awkwardly.

"Hey, since you're all the way out here anyways, want to come see my house?"

"House?"

"You didn't know I had a place out here, did you?"

"Uh... no, I didn't."

"It's where I grew up. No one lives there now, but technically it's mine. I inherited it when my parents died."

Sarah had always been reluctant to share much about herself. It was comforting that she was finely starting to open up. I knew her parents passed away, but I had no idea she grew up right down the road.

"Well, come on - I'll show you."

Frankly, if Sarah wanted to take me to follow her down a drainage ditch I'd have been excited to go. I was still dwelling on the idea that she had actually followed me all the way out here in the first place. I was flattered... and not even the slightest bit suspicious. Now she wanted me to come to her house? Hell yeah I wanted to go to her house!

"Yeah, okay!" I cringed at how giddy my voice sounded.

As we walked I told her about the drunk old man I'd run into. Of course I was embarrassed to find out that she not only knew him, but that he was an old friend. She told me the story of Dan Morris; his son Steve whom she dated in high school; and of his mysterious disappearance. Thankfully she didn't seem offended that I'd called Dan a drunk.

Sarah pointed to a beautiful old home. "That's it."

"Wow. That's your place?"

"Yeah, but I should warn you that it's a bit mosaic. The closer you get the uglier it gets. You're not allergic to dust are you?"

I laughed. "Nope."

"Then come on in!" She said with a big smile. She lead me through the large front door and flicked on the lights.

The ancient wood floor planks moaned as I stepped inside the old mansion. The place was huge.

"Wow!" I said. "Awesome house."

Sarah smiled. "I'm glad you like it."

Dark wooden beams checkered the massive ceiling of the home. The tall walls were still decorated with dusty pictures of Sarah's family. Above a stone fireplace was a picture of a woman next to a younger, possibly high school age, Sarah. "Wow, is that your mom?"

"Yeah." Sarah smiled at the old picture. "She's beautiful isn't she?"

"She's gorgeous."

"That one was taken just a few months before she died." Sarah said after a heavy sigh. "Well... Make yourself at home. I'll be right back." Sarah took off down the hall. Her mom had the same dark hair. She was astonishingly beautiful. She couldn't have been over 35 in that picture. Sarah and her were giving each other one-armed hugs and both were smiling widely in the shot.

Sarah returned with a couple of fancy glasses.

"What's this?"

"Margaritas! It's the family specialty." She said handing me my drink.

We sat down at what used to be their dining table.

"To family." Sarah said holding up her drink for a toast. We clanged glasses and sipped our drinks. My lips puckered at the taste. Holy shit that's salty!

Sarah grinned at me raising her eyebrow. "You know what I call a man who can't drink faster than a woman?"

"What's that?" I asked.

"A pussy." She said as she tilted up her glass.

Smiling back, I plunged my face into the massive margarita glass and gulped my salty beverage down, trying hard to keep up with Sarah who slammed her glass down empty a good 5 seconds before I finished. Damn, that was horrible. It took all I had to keep myself from gagging as I barely managed to choke the last swallow down.

"Looks like we've got another new nickname for you!" She said smiling at me.

Just as she said that... As I struggled not to gag swallowing my last painful gulp... a strange (horrible) noise echoed through the old home. It lasted for at least a few seconds. The noise was unlike anything I'd ever heard and seemed to come from under us. Like a shrill scream of a wounded animal... or was it human? It sent shivers down my spine.

"W-what the fuck was that?" I was clearly spooked.

"It's just the furnace. These old homes make some pretty freaky noises." Sarah said in a nonchalant tone.

That was no fucking furnace.

I listened closely for the strange noise again. "Are you sure?"

"Yes, pussy. I'm sure."

"Let's have another drink. Shall we?"

I cringed at the thought of choking another one of those awful things down... and I was already feeling tipsy from the first, but I didn't want to admit it.

Could that have really been the furnace? It must have been. It must have been my imagination.

She took off again into the kitchen leaving me at the table. The walls around it were covered in pictures. I couldn't get over how beautiful her mother was. It's clear where Sarah got her looks... but there were no pictures at all of her father. That's odd.

I turned around to look and see if I could find a picture of him.

That's when it started to hit me. It was so sudden. One minute I had a mild buzz, and the next I was more drunk then I've ever felt in my life. Just turning my head was enough to turn the room into a giant caraselle. My arms couldn't react quick enough to catch myself, and I tumbled onto the floor. My head slammed onto the hard wooden planks and my hands and legs suddenly felt numb.

I tried to stand up but ended up falling down on my back. The ceiling rapidly spun above my head. I couldn't move! What the fuck is happening?

"Sarah!" I called out. "Something is wrong! I feel sick."

Sarah didn't reply. Instead that same fucked up noise echoed again from below. This time, with my ear to the floorboard, I could hear it clearly. That's not a furnace! It was a guttural howl coming from below... and it was human!

I was getting seriously scared now.

"SARAH!"


Slipping into darkness

I was struggling to remain conscious still laying next to the dining room table, where I'd fallen, when Sarah finely returned. The back of my head and arms felt magnetized to the old oak floor boards of Sarah's home. I didn't even notice she was squatting right next to me until I felt her her touch my leg.

"Sarah! Thank god... I don't know what's wrong with me!" I gasped, but she didn't seem to be acknowledging my words. Instead, she reached down and unzipped the fly of my jeans.

"Sarah? What the fuck are you doing?"

I tried to protest, but everything was spinning too fast. I couldn't even lift my head. I opened my eyes long enough to see her squatting over me with a strange smile, like a child unwrapping a long awaited Christmas gift. Her cold fingers slipped under my jeans, and she yanked them down to my knees along with my boxers. My cheeks lit up with embarrassment as I flopped out of my boxers onto the cold floor in front of her.

"Oh m... god... !" I could barely speak now. My eyes were seeing 4 blurry Sarahs spinning in front of me and staring at my exposed body. I had to shut my eyes to keep from being sick.

She giggled. "What good would that itsy bitsy thing do for anyone?"

I could feel her removing my shoes, my socks, and then my pants...

"Sa..., please... sto...st..."

I couldn't even make out the words before slipping into the darkness.


Rude Awakening

"Wake up!"

Sarah's voice was the first thing that greeted me from my drugged coma. The second was an awful pain in my crotch.

I moaned in agony and tried desperately to lean forward as my lower body cramped up from the pain... but I couldn't--I couldn't even fucking move. Metal cuffs bit into my wrists and ancles as I pulled against my restraints. There was also something jammed in my mouth, which was taped shut. Whatever it was had wicked the moisture from my mouth, which felt completely dry against my tongue.

My head ached as I struggled to lift it off the floor. As my eyes finely adjusted, I could see Sarah standing there above me... above my naked body! I was completely fucking naked. For a young guy, a virgin no less, with an extremely nervous temperament, waking up exposed like this was traumatizing in itself. "Embarrassment" doesn't begin to do justice when describing how I felt when I realized I was laying their exposed in front of Sarah with my legs spread open... wide.

She stood there majestically towering over me. Light beamed around the frame of her perfect body. To my amazement, she was wearing very little herself. Only those skimpy white panties and a yellow tank top--like something taken right out of a Victoria's Secret catalog. My balls lay on the floor under her right sandle.

I winced at the pain as she pressed her foot down a bit harder.

"HOLY FUCK!" I mumbled into whatever was jammed into my mouth.

I was laying on a cold cement floor. My hands and legs were tied individually to what looked like support beams. Four of them. I was forced into a spread-eagle position, completely fucking exposed and helpless.

Her polished toes curled into her sandle as she pressed my balls against the floor. "Wow." She said shaking her head. I let out a small sigh as her foot finely retracted from my balls and slid up my flaccid dick. She flicked it with the edge of her sandle and curled her lip in disgust. My face lit up with embarrasment as I noticed the cold floor's remarkably unflattering effects on my manhood. Sarah giggled. "I've seen pussies bigger than that. I mean really, panties would be much better suited for you."

I'd never felt humiliation like that in my life. It was overbaring and tears began to well up in my eyes.

What the fuck is going on!?!

"Oh my god. Are you crying already?" Sarah asked with a strange smile. "I haven't even begun with you yet and you are already crying." She shook her head. "It seems your new name suits you much better than I could have ever imagined... huh Pussy?'" Sarah continued to look amused as tears dripped down my cheeks.

I knew from the beginning that Sarah had a very dark sense of humor... but this cruel side of Sarah was one that I was completely unfamiliar with; she had hid it from me very well. In fact, I couldn't believe this was the same girl. I looked up at her and tried desperately to plead with her. It was right then, when I looked into her eyes, that I knew I was in serious trouble. I had hoped that this was all some sort of an elaborate (albiet extreme) practical joke, but no--this was real. It was the way she looked back at me. No, she wasn't even looking at me. It was like she was looking right into me with this strange smile... that was widening into a toothy grin. It felt as if she were feeding off of my misery, like she was possessed by something else... something dark... something with a ferocious appetite.


Meet Steve Morris

Everything about my surroundings gave me the creeps. From the damp air it was clear that we were underground. We were in the basement. The smell was especially disturbing. Besides the typical musty old-basement smell, there was something else... almost like moldy cheese... no, worse than that... much worse. Like death.

I recalled horrible scream coming from under the floorboards of the dining room... Somewhere in this basement, in the shadows, was the creature that made that awful noise.

I tried desperately to look around, but the dark shadows consumed everything except the tiny space that Sarah and I occupied, illuminated by a single dusty light hanging above us. All I could see was Sarah, who glared down at my terrified face with those soulless black eyes.

I began to seriously panic. What the fuck is she planning to do to me?!?

She seemed to acknowledge my bewildered expression and gave me a nod, as if to say "You are about to find out exactly what I am planning to do to you."

I followed her gaze as she turned her attention from me to an old cloth sack laying on the ground next to her feet. The sack's label read:

State of Idaho

Potatoes
30lbs

Sarah turned her head to stare off into the darkness.

"Years ago..." She began. "...my father used to take me down here... when my mother was away." Sarah's eyes closed. "He'd take me down here, and he'd ..." She pointed down in the direction of a small dark stain on the concrete floor, and closed her eyes, unable to finish her sentence.

"That sick fuck did it for years before I had the nerve to tell my mother."

"That's when the 'accident' happened." Sarah used her fingers to quote the word "accident" as she said it.

"I've never seen anger like that before. My mom was absolutely out of her mind with rage. The last thing she said to me before she died was that she'd never let him... or anyone else harm me like that again."

"At first, I was angry at her for what she did. I mean... I was happy that she made that fucker pay... he certainly deserved what she did to him, but she wasn't supposed to die. I thought she'd left me... and her loss effected me deeply. Those first few months were the worst... but eventually, I moved on and tried my best to resume life."

"I did pretty well for the most part... except for sex. The idea of sex repulsed me. Steve, my boyfriend at the time, was understanding at first... but as time went on, his patience thinned. He began to pressure me... and I began to resent him. The more he pressured, the more he reminded me of my father."

"That's when it all started. She came to me one morning; my mother did. I was laying in bed crying when it happened... I thought at first that I was hallucinating. She explained that she'd never actually left me at all--that she'd been watching over me this whole time... like a guardian angel. She said that she'd appealed on my behalf to darker powers, and that things were eventually done in our favor."

Sarah clenched her fists and pressed them under her breasts. "A connection was sowed between us... and this house..." Sarah gestured to the ceiling. "... and the others we keep inside of it." Sarah gave me a nod.

This new side of Sarah was becoming more and more disturbing. At this point I was sure that I was dealing not only with a sociopath, but also a complete fucking delusional psycho... I didn't understand what she was talking about, but she apparently thought that she'd been talking to her dead mother... Clearly there's more than a few screws loose in that head of hers. The more I heard, the more nervous I became... my only hope was reasoning with her, but how do you reason with someone who has lost their mind?

"I can tell by the way you are looking at me that you think I'm nuts. That's okay... I'd probably think the same thing. Very soon you'll know what I'm telling you is the truth."

Sarah continued...

"My mother is powerful. She could see into Steve's head. Into his darkest fantasies... and discovered he was no better than my father."

"She said that she could make things right. She said that if I did what she asked, not only would Steve get what he deserved, but I'd also finely get to feel the pleasure that my father took from me... and that I'd feel it at Steve's expense."

"So one day I told Steve that I was finely ready... that if he'd meet me here that night, I'd fuck him. He was so excited." Sarah laughed. "The idiot was completely blinded by his perverted fantasies... by what he wanted to do to me." She grinned. "Just as you were."

"My mother did not disappoint. I had the first orgasm of my life that night. It was unlike anything I'd ever felt before... I felt alive... and I was finely the one in control." Sarah's eyes shifted again to the potato sack at her feet.

"I took from him what my dad took from me--control and sexual gratification--but this time at the expense of his misery rather than my own... and that's not all I took."

"Do you remember that man you ran into last night? Mr. Morris ... the man who lost his son five years ago? ... and who's son I dated?"

Sarah grinned and gestured toward the old sack. "Meet Steve Morris."

I was confused to say the least... no person could fit into a bag that size. You'd have trouble fitting a small dog into a bag that size.

With seemingly little effort Sarah yanked the sack off the ground with one hand and flipped it upside-down. Sarah watched intently at my reaction as she pinched a loose end of twine that was tied like a shoelace at the bottom and gave it a tug. The bag opened up and the freak within dumped out onto its head making an awful "slap" as it hit the cement.

"We call him 'Stumpy.'"

"F-FUUUUUUUCK!" I screamed into the cloth still jammed down my throat.

I was horrified. Steve, whom Sarah apparently keeps trapped inside a small potato sack, was a person... it was Steve Morris... or at least, what's left of him. He was without a doubt the most grotesque thing I'd ever seen in my life.

Ribs jutted out through its emaciated frame like something you'd see in a Nazi concentration camp. It had no hair--neither on its head nor body. All of it's limbs were completely disarticulated from its frame. Where its arms used to be were pockets of loose skin which dangled like small sacks of shattered bone and ligaments. His legs were just as gruesome. Both were just folds of skin, cartilage and bone. I could clearly see his entire left pelvis dangling loosely and unnaturally repositioned under its pale skin. Stumpy's right eye had been gouged out, leaving a gaping black hole in the side of his face. Both of his ears been cut off at different lengths leaving only chunks of skin dangling from his scalp. His nose was seriously fucked up too, like it had been broken hundreds times and never set. Its lips sunk into its mouth like an elderly man, but I could tell it wasn't old--he had no wrinkles. Wild scribbles of scar tissue covered every inch of what was left of its body, face and head like a sheet of paper attacked by an over zealous two year old with a crayon. A dark pooch of wrinkled skin was all that was left of his penis and testicles. And to top it all off, as if he wasn't dehumanized enough, a thick leather dog collar was fastened around the neck of this vile freak show. Attached to the collar was a length of rope.

Stumpy's body curled into a ball on the floor like a giant slug next to Sarah's feet.

"Awww... you hurt its feelings." Sarah said teasingly. "Don't you worry Stumpy, we're going to fix up this big old meany too. He won't be much to look at when we're done with him either." Sarah said in a motherly tone while grinning at me.

I was so fucking scared. Too scared to even feel pity for the poor creature, who was clearly avoiding eye contact with me. I was the only outside human contact Stumpy has had seen since he'd been reduced to such pitiful state, and it couldn't bare to see my horrified expression.


The Fresh Start

Sarah squat down next to Stumpy, who was still curled into a ball on the floor, and picked up the small length of rope that was attached to his collar. She posed with the freak in front of me like a proud fisherman showing off her biggest fish of the day. The freak dangled there helplessly squirming in the air, clearly very uncomfortable to be forced on display. "Five years ago Steve came into this house, just as you did today, intent on turning me into his little whore..." Sarah glared at me with a disgusted expression.

I shook my head desperately wanting to reason with her. To tell her that she had it all wrong. But I couldn't make out a word through my taped mouth.

"Well, as you can see, his plan didn't work out so well. Over the years, I've taught Steve very different. I've stripped him of his desires." Sarah pointed to Stumpy's mutilated crotch. "I've taught him what it feels like be under my complete control... Hell, he can't even take a shit without my permission." Sarah rotated Stumpy's body revealing a rubber butt plug jammed into his anus and his distended lower belly. "I've stripped him of ever ounce of dignity... I've transformed him into my whore. Into my dog..." Sarah grinned down at me. "... and finely... when he could no longer function as anything else... I turned him into my toilet."

Chills ran down my spine as I listened. It just seemed unimaginable that just 6 years ago this quivering freak dangling in front of me was a basketball star. The torture he must have been put through to be transformed into something so vile and freakish was just unimaginable.

"Now... it's finely time for a fresh start." Sarah dropped Stumpy to the ground and stared down at me with that strange grin. "You see, I've pretty much sucked Stumpy dry. There's not much more I can take from him... you on the other hand..."

Sarah stepped off into the darkness briefly and returned with something in her hand... It was a fucking hack saw! The blade was caked in black sludge--most likely coagulated blood from the many forced amputations and disarticulation Stumpy had endured.

"... there's plenty I can take from you."

Tears were streaming down my face as I pleaded to her with my eyes... but it was useless. Sarah continued to stair at me with those emotionless eyes. She'd clearly lost the ability to empathize long ago... perhaps her father took that from her as well.

Sarah stepped over to me and squat down between my legs. That twisted grin was spread across her face wider than ever now.

"First..." Sarah reached down and cupped my balls into her hand. "... I'll strip you of your manhood ..." She touched the blade to my balls and grinned down at my horrified face. She was giggling like an excited school girl. "... not that you'll be missing much! ... And then..." She gently touched the blade to my thigh and dragged it down to my knee. Chunks of dried blood fell off the filthy blade leaving a morbid path down my leg. "... well..." she glared into my eyes savoring the moment. "... we'll slowly work our way from there."

I was screaming into the rag at this point. I had never felt fear like that in my life.

Sarah crouched down until I could feel the warmth of her breath in my ear. "I'm going to make you my bitch." Her shaky voice sounded as if she was going to burst into laughter at any moment. "At my command, you'll lick the dog shit from my boot heel." Sarah held the hack saw inches from my face. Stuck in the corner, between the blade and it's handle, was a piece of dried flesh and bone. "...and when I'm through with you... you'll be nothing more than a little fuck-stump just like Stumpy here. You'll spend your days laying here... in my basement..." Sarah paused for several seconds after each clause to dramatize the effect of her words. "... in a rotten little sack ... all day... and all night ... every day ... just waiting for me... to come down here... to cut you... to fuck you... and to use you."

I couldn't bear to hear what she was telling me. Tears continued to roll down my cheeks as I shook my head at her.

"Unfortunately, our fun will have to wait until tomorrow." Sarah said placing the filthy hack saw onto my chest abruptly.

I closed my eyes and let out a long sigh of relief as soon as she put that fucking thing down.

"We don't have the time to get started today." She stood up.

"I need to get at least a few hours of sleep before class. Thank god you did all my homework for me." Sarah said laughing.

"But before I go..." She bent down and picked up an orange bouncy ball and bounced it against the cement floor.

She walked over to Stumpy with the ball in hand and with disturbingly little effort flipped him onto his back with her foot, while pushing her panties down with her thumbs. She positioned her feet to the sides of his head and squatted down on his face in a nonchalant fashion. This was clearly a well rehearsed routine--she'd done this hundreds of times before... perhaps thousands. I watched in horror as she lifted the poor freak's head up to her crotch and squeezed it there between her thighs. I could hear her piss dribbling into him almost immediately. It took me several seconds to realize she wasn't using his mouth--she was pissing right into the freak's skull through his fucking eye socket! Sarah glared glared down at me nodding her head as if to say "very soon, this will be you" as she rotated the orange ball in the palm of her hand. Stumpy coughed and snorted as his throat, sinuses, and nasal passage ways filled with her piss. It made disturbing bubbly noises as it soaked into him. Sarah pissed for several seconds, held it, and shook his head back and forth with her hips... I could hear her piss sloshing in his head as she did... and then resumed until her bladder was empty... and the freak's head was full.

When she was through, she jammed that orange rubber ball into his eye socket. She beat it into place with the palm of her hand (to keep her piss from sloshing out), stuffed him back into the sack, and tied the end.

"Sleep tight Pussy." She said as she grabbed her skirt and panties and walked off into the darkness. When she got to the top of the stairs, she flicked the lights off leaving us in pitch blackness.


The Escape

There was a window above me that had been borded up. Between the bords, a small beam of moonlight streamed in. The beam of light cut its way through the blackness revealing the blizzard of dust in its path. This was all that could be seen when the the light went out.

All I could hear was the freak, who was sobbing now as he snorted and coughed wildly... it sounded like he was in a lot of pain. And I'm sure he was. It couldn't be a pleasant feeling... to have someone take a piss into your head. To feel piss spraying into the back of your skull, soaking into the cavities of your head... I cringed at the thought.

Thankfully, I had something else to think about: Sarah had left the hacksaw on my chest. The sadistic bitch left it there so I could think about it... to anticipate the agony she would soon put me in. But her plan backfired. The weight of that hacksaw on my chest was a beautiful thing. It was hope.

The blade of the saw was thick and sturdy. It was perfectly suitable for cutting metal... for cutting through these fucking cuffs.

All I need is one. Just one hand out... then I can use the saw to take care of the rest. I don't fucking care if I break every bone in my hand... I'm getting the fuck out of here!

As soon as I heard the heavy front door of the old house slam shut, I began yanking my hands against the cuffs.

But it was just too tight. I moaned as the metal of the cuffs pinched against my skin. The pain was just too much.

Fuck!

Stumpy continued to suck and snort Sarah's piss down his throat from his skull. The sounds were more disturbing than anything I'd ever heard.

That is my fate if I don't get out of here.

I was pretty fucking sure Sarah meant everything she said. Tomorrow she'd be coming down here, with that big fucked up grin spread across that sadistic face of hers, and she'd hack my god damn balls off... and who knows what else. I couldn't imagine how much that would hurt... and I didn't intend on finding out. I'd much rather loose my entire fucking hand than be down here tomorrow.

I pulled against the cuffs again, screaming at the pain. This pain is nothing compared to what I will soon feel if I don't get out! I screamed and bit the cloth in my mouth as the cuffs broke through the skin just under the thumb of my left hand. I could feel the warm sticky blood dripping down my wrist.

Lube... I'll use the blood as lube.

Sarah had given me very little slack, but I managed to twist just enough so that the blood ran down the length of my hand. I bit down again and tears weld up in my eyes as I purposely cut my hand deeper with the cuff... I rotated my elbow upward so that the blood dripped down the length of my hand. I continued to do this until I could feel the blood on my fingertips.

Now... before the blood dries... fuck the pain... fuck the pain... FUCK THE PAIN. 1... 2... 3...

I pulled against that cuff as hard as I fucking could... with all my strength... screaming with all my might... for several seconds before I felt it. There was a disturbing ripping and grinding sensation as the bones in my lower hand snapped out of place and I slipped out of the cuff!

I held my mutilated hand against my chest and sobbed. It was the most pain I'd ever felt in my life... but I was smiling. I was half way there. The hard part was over now!

I ripped the tape off my face and spat the rag out towards my right hand. The cool air felt fantastic inside my mouth, which had been taped shut for several hours now. I leaned back and collected myself, bracing my broken hand against the hack saw on my chest. Soon I'll be out of this hellhole!

I fantasized about what I would do. As soon as I got these cuff off I would get myself the fuck out of the house... I'd be naked... but I wouldn't fucking care. I wouldn't have far to go anyways--only to get to Dan Morris's house. I'll use his phone... I'll tell him his son is alive!

My thumb was useless now and wielding the saw with my four fingers was difficult to say the least. I rolled over to my right hand. The blade barely reached the cuff... but it did reach. Thank God. I pushed the rag that had been in my mouth between the cuff and my wirst, placed the blade just under the hinge of the cuff, and began to saw.

It was a tedious and painful process, but it was working... The blade at first slid back and forth, but soon it fit snuggly into a groove that was slowly but surely getting deeper and deeper.

I was about 20 minutes into it when I noticed something... something that scared me enough to recoil onto my back and drop the blade... almost out of reach. It happened too fast for me to see what it was, but someone... or something... moved through the beam of light. It happened 10 feet away from me, and from the corner of my eye, but I knew I saw it. It looked like someone walked right the fuck by.

I lay there on my back and stared into the blackness... listening carefully.

Oh god... of fucking god no... Please God NO...

"S-s-sarah?" I whispered. "Sarah, ar-are you th-there?"

All that I could hear was Stumpy's raspy breaths... and my heart beating.

I was shaking now, clenching the hacksaw in my broken hand and staring at the particles of dust streaming by the beam of light.

"Is s-s-someone h-here?"

I waited there like that for several minutes.

It must have been my imagination. The drugs Sarah had slipped in my drink was not completely out of my system yet. I'm just hallucinating.

Fuck this. I rolled over again and began to saw again... more furiously now... until finely, after another 15 minutes or so of sawing, the cuff broke open.

I can't describe how wonderful it felt to have my hands free. I didn't take time to savor the moment before leaning forward and beginning on the cuffs around my ankles. In this position, with my right hand, it was much easier. In 20 minutes I had them both off.

I did it! I'm free!


The Darkness

The blackness was so intense and disorienting that I nearly lost my balance and fell over when I stood up off the cold cement floor. It felt incredibly good to stretch out my legs.

Now what?

I seriously considered the window as a viable option until I stood up and realized how high it was. It was at least 6 feet up. There was no way I would be able to climb up there with only one hand... let alone find an object suitable for prying away the boards. Hell, if I could just pry away those boards, I could break the glass and scream for help out the window; but even if I could pry away the boards, I could tell that it wasn't even light out. Nobody would hear me at this hour.

No, I would have to navigate through the basement blind. I slowly made my way in the direction that I recalled Sarah departed from. My right outstretched arm, which I waved back and forth through the darkness, was my eyes.

I nearly fell into a hole that had apparently been dug into the cement floor. I bent down to inspect its depth with my leg--it was roughly 4 ft long by 2 feet wide by 3 feet deep. A pile of debris lay next to it. It didn't take much imagination to figure out what the hole was for... and I didn't want to think about it.

Keep focused. Keep moving.

I made my way around the soon-to-be shallow grave, being extra careful not to step on any sharp objects with my bare feet, and continued on into the darkness.

Several feet from the hole, my hand brushed up against something metal... it was another support beam. I grasped it with my hands and stepped over to it. From this angle I could see the top of the stairwell. It was just so close... I'm almost there!

I let go of the beam and walked toward the stairs. I was getting excited. I'll be back for you Stumpy. I promise.

I had walked several more feet before my fingers brushed up against another object that I couldn't quite make out. I stepped over next to it and ran my fingers over it again.

I screamed and recoiled in horror as I realized what it was... it was a fucking person... just standing there in the dark!

"Wh-Who's there?"

Whomever it was remained silent, but I could now hear movement. I was not alone. Holy fuck I was not alone.

I could hear the bottoms of bare feet sticking slightly to the cement floor as she/he approached slowly.

I curled myself into a defensive position on the floor in the pitch black. "S-Sarah? God no... Sarah... Is that you?"

I felt something brush against my cheek... skin... perhaps fingers, but I couldn't tell for sure. Whatever it was, was really cold. Ice cold.

The stench of the basement--that awful moldy cheese smell--intensified and the air seemed to thicken. I turned my head side to side desperately trying to see... but it was hopeless. The blackness was so deep it almost seemed to have a presence itself now... like it were swallowing me whole.

"P-p-please... Sarah, please let m-m-me g-go." I begged. I began to sob.

I could sense the presence towering over me as it stepped gracefully through the darkness.

Finely, I just couldn't take it anymore. I stood up and ran through the darkness in the direction of the stairs. I expected something to reach out and grab me, hurling me backwards... but nothing did. The thick damp air wisked through my hair as I ran directly, head first, into another support beam. My forehead slammed against the beam, and I fell to the ground... directly on top of my broken hand. I screamed in agony.


Death Begins in the Colon

I lay their dazed on the floor grasping my hand and staring up at the darkness. It felt as if I were free falling up into a starless black sky. The darkness swirled around my head and was pulling me in.

The smell was intensifying again. It was overbearing now. Like rotten cheese... and perhaps even feces... until finely it was on top of me--there was something... someone... literally pressing down against my face, pinning my head to the floor. I tried to scream, but it was muffled into whatever was descending onto me. It was soft and cold... and fleshy. I reached with my right hand and grasped what was clearly a leg... a woman's leg! It was ice cold. Her naked ass was pressing down onto my face. I was being sat on!

The woman began to speak in an unfamiliar voice. It was clearly not Sarah. It was someone... or something else.

"Have you ever heard the expression... death begins in the colon?" She asked.

Her ass continued to press against my face, and I began to panic as it became harder and harder to breath under her weight. I fought as hard as I could to release myself from her grip, but she was just too strong... unnaturally strong.

Soon I could no longer breath at all. She seemed to be getting heavier. I could feel my face stretching back as her weight continued to mount and the cheeks of her ass spread outward... until my entire face was engulfed by the cold soft flesh of her ass...

There are no words that can adequately describe what happened next. What happened next was unearthly and impossible. It was utterly horrible... and changed me forever.


Into her Ass

Her skin felt as cold and damp as the basement itself. It was almost slimy... My face continued to slip between her ass cheeks, ascending into her ass...

It soon became apparent that I was quite literally being sucked inside. Deeper... and deeper... up... right the fuck into the ass hole of this creepy woman. I began to be disturbingly aware of the physicality of myself. It was the strangest sensation I'd ever felt in my life... like I was shifting... from solid into liquid... and slowly being sucked into her. From her ass came this awful noise that filled the basement. It was this slurping sound--like the sound you'd hear as you suck down the end of a milkshake through a straw.

She let out a moan--a moan of pleasure. She was enjoying this.

The lack of breath sensation began to subside as I continued slipping deeper... into the dark filthy crevasses and recesses of her rectum...

Until I finely I was completely engulfed. I was stuck there in complete blackness... soaking... in something 'rotten' doesn't even begin to describe. It was like I was soaking in death itself. I could feel it mixing into me... attaching itself to me... not my body... no, I was no longer attached to my body, but into my very essence... into my soul. It was the most horrible and disgusting feeling I'd ever felt in my life.

Suddenly, like magic, the blackness faded away. There was light. I was somewhere else.


The Future

I'm dreaming... I've got to be fucking dreaming.

Standing in front of me, was Mrs. Miller. I recognized her immediately from the photos. She stood their dressed in a long black robe smiling. Her dark brown hair was braided behind her head. She was beautiful.

"Did you really think you could just walk out?" Mrs. Miller asked laughing.

I couldn't respond because I couldn't speak... I had no body. It was like I was watching a film that Mrs. Miller was directing.

"Well, why don't we just nip that silly little idea in the bud right now."

"Your death..." Mrs. Miller began. "... is what I am about to show you. I'm giving you a preview of your fate. That is, your fate... after death."

Mrs. Miller extended her arm gesturing to space around her.

"This is where you will find yourself when my daughter no longer has a use for you in the land of the living."

"This place is similar in some respects to the world you are used to. You can feel pain here just as you could in your world..." She said smiling. "... but you cannot die. And unlike the world you are familiar with, time has little meaning in this place. Here, I can fold, shrink and stretch it at will. In fact, what I am showing you now is two hundred years into your future."

Mrs. Miller stepped into a large walk-in closet and pulled out what looked like a metal framed leather suitcase. It was on wheels and she pulled it by a handle that folds out

"Simply put, this is a preview of what you have to look forward to. It's a future that has already been written. It cannot be changed... no matter how hard you try."

Mrs. Miller squat down and opened the suitcase.

I was horrified to see the contents... It was Stumpy... but even worse than he was the last time I had seen him. His ears had now been completely removed as well as his other eye. He'd been left completely blind and deaf.

Mrs. Miller picked up the poor creature by the thick black collar fastened around its neck. Maggots fell from a gaping hole in its crotch where its penis used to be as she dangled him there. It was fucking horrible.

"Notice anything?" She asked raising her eyebrows and grinning...

It took me several moments to realize what she was waiting for me to notice--that this wasn't Stumpy. No. I recognized the distinct scars on it's lip and chin... from a bike accident I had as a child... This was me! Oh God... this was me!


The Rape and the Fowl Meal

I couldn't bear to look, but I couldn't look away. As I said, Mrs. Miller controlled this show, and she wasn't done with it yet.

"You will spend eternity in the state that Sarah leaves you in..." She grinned. "... and she didn't leave you with much."

She dropped the limbless torso of my future self on a towel laid out on the bed and walked over to the door. "Sarah? Could you come up here please?"

"Yes Mommy." I heard her call up the stairs.

In a few moments a slightly older Sarah walked through the door. She was wearing long latex gloves that came up past her elbows... they were drenched in blood.

Mrs. Miller gave Sarah a disgusted look. "You're going to get stains all over the carpet!"

Sarah grinned. "Oh yeah. Sorry, I forgot to take them off. I was playing with Daddy in the basement."

She darted out of the room and returned a few moments later without the gloves. She was dressed in her typical college attire--an orange skirt, long socks, and a tight fitting white t-shirt.

"I was just giving Pussy here a preview of what he has to look forward to when you finish with him." Mrs Miller said gesturing towards me. "I was thinking maybe you could prepare some dinner for him while I demonstrate his... other uses?"

Sarah giggled. "Oh... Sure thing." She turned to me with that twisted toothy grin. "Let me... prepare that for you." She laughed out loud as she left the room.

Mrs. Miller smiled. "Okee dokee... let's get started, shall we?"

She shed her robe to the floor revealing her perfect body. She was absolutely breathtaking, standing there before me wearing only a black bra, lacy nylons, and garder belt. I was stunned at how well endowed she was.

The freak, my future self, lay their on the bed with its mouth hanging open... its skin had a greenish hue, and it looked incredibly unhealthy.

Mrs. Miller walked over to the dresser and pulled out an impressively sized strap-on. It was huge and double sided. I watched as she slipped the smaller end into herself and turned it on. It began to vibrate. The long end must have been 9-inches at least. She closed her eyes for a few moments enjoying the sensation as it flapped ridiculously in front of her, before approaching the limbless torso on the bed. She had a big grin spread across her face as she braced herself. She spread her beautiful legs appart a couple of feet and stood their towering over the freak on the bed.

I watched in absolute horror as she grabbed my torso and yanked it backwards. She was trying to jam the gigantic fucking thing right up into my ass. My future-self screamed in agony as she continued to brutally cram the giant sex toy into me. It took her several minutes of reckless thrusting and grinding to get it all the way in. The vibrations of the dildo alone caused what was left of my body to flop violently on the bed.

Mrs. Miller pinned my torso down with her hands as she began to fuck it... right there in front of me! The massive dildo made a horrible sucking wet noise as it was pulled out and jammed back in with each of her thrusts. And with each one, it screamed in agony... over and over... I could hear it inside of me... mashing... stretching... and ripping my insides apart.

I wanted to scream... To plead with her to stop... but I couldn't. Because I wasn't really there... yet. I could only watch helplessly in silence as Mrs. Miller violated my future self in the most horrible display I could ever imagine.

"Who's the whore NOW?" She screamed at me slapping my ass with the palm of her hand.

This went on and on for at least 20 minutes before Mrs. Miller finely climaxed. Her eyes rolled into her head and she moaned in ecstasy tearing her nails into his already mutilated back as she did. It screamed as she ripped open several of its old wounds... and puss oozed out of them.

Finely, she yanked the gigantic dildo from the freak's ass... It was covered in filth... blood... and something else... oh god... maggots! It was covered in fucking maggots! She loosened the strap, pulled it out of herself, and dropped it into the suitcase that she had pulled me out of earlier.

Her body was sparkling under the light of the badroom from her fresh sweat. "Phew!" She exclaimed. "That was incredible!"

She pointed to the maggot and filth covered dildo in the suitcase. "You'll be licking that clean later."

"Sarah, are you about ready?"

Suddenly, I wasn't in the bedroom anymore. I was in the bathroom with Sarah. She was squatting on the floor naked with a tube sticking out of her butt. On the other end of the tube, dangling from the shower head, was was a 2 quart enema bag... the last of which was just draining into her.

Sarah's hands pressed against her lower stomach, which was beginning to cramp. "Yes mommy. Bring him in... I'm just finishing."

Her eyes squinted shut as she pulled the tube from her ass trying hard not to let any spurt out.

Mrs. Miller grabbed onto my future self by my hollow eye sockets--dragging me like a boaling ball with her middle and index fingers into the bathroom and dropping him on the floor in front of Sarah.

Sarah's stomach rumbled. She moaned from the crams of her full colon as she waddled over the freak's face and sat down over his lips. She spread her ass cheeks appart with her fingers and let out a moan of pleasure as she let it go.

And suddenly... As my future self began to quiver under Sarah's ass... As her colon's contents gushed into its mouth... the twisted scene faded away into blackness.


Exiting Mrs. Miller's Ass

I once again felt that strange liquid feeling. I was floating there, in the blackness, inside Mrs. Miller's colon... mixing into unimaginable putrid filth. I could hear the faint sound of Mrs. Miller's grunting from somewhere far away, and I began to get dizzy. I was spinning in a whirlpool deep inside of her... and spurtting like soup out of her ass, in a long continuous flow... back into my body...

The panic sensation of lack of air returned just before I felt the cold soft skin of her ass asend off of my face. I gasped desperately for air... and I listened to her footsteps as she walked off into the darkness.

I was back where I started, laying on that cold cement floor of the Miller House basement between the four metal beams. My hand was still broken; however, my restraints were restored. I was stuck again in my original spread-eagle position... the hack saw lay there on my chest just as Sarah had left it... and my mouth was taped shut. But not everything was restored to the way it was. I was different now... the effects of what Sarah's mother did to me were still here and would never go away. I could still feel the filth from the depths of her colon in me... a sick... rotten feeling deep inside that no amount of showers could ever wash off. It was like she had contaminated my soul with death itself.


The Beginning of My Horrible Twisted Fate

The beam of light streaming in from the borded window was much brighter now. Sarah would be back any minute. The effects of whatever her mother did to me removed all of the hope and determination I had felt earlier and replaced it with utter despair.

I just lay there listening to the raspy breaths of Stumpy and staring at the dust particles slowly float by. Replaying what she had told me over and over in my head.

"It's a future that has already been written. It cannot be changed... No matter how hard you try."

I would soon be in horrible agony. Agony that few have ever experienced... Agony that would soon become a part of my routine. The horrible and twisted fate that Mrs. Miller showed me was about to begin.

Sarah flicked on the light before descended the stairs.

[macrina]

Fantastic my friend, great work. Cant wait for the next part. Thank you very much, great job.

[Sauur]

Fantastic work. So dark and terrible, I love it!!!! Please continue!

[waytoextreme]

Thanks Sauur and Macrina for your comments. I'm glad you enjoy it!

[SafetyPin]

I agree with the others.
A wonderful, dark and twisted story.
Something entirely different from most of the other FS stories.
Please continue, waytoextreme.

I hope you have many more in the future...

...Safety Pin

[xxxx]

Very different & dark.

xxxx

[waytoextreme]

SafetyPin, xxxx: Thanks for your comments. I'm trying to decide whether or not this story if finished... perhaps eventually I'll clean it up a bit... but I'm thinking this might be a good end point unless someone has any ideas about where the story can go from here.