BDSM Library - Gail\'s Halloween

Gail\'s Halloween

Provided By: BDSM Library
www.bdsmlibrary.com



Synopsis: A girl is kidnapped and sold.



"Gail's Halloween"

      by Abe

    

Author's Comment: I wrote this "to order" for a bisexual student who wanted a

kidnap by lesbians and snuff story about herself.


Her aunt, the one she never liked very well, invited Gail to visit New Orleans,

reserving a room at The Frenchman, a quaint hotel just outside the French

Quarter. It was late October, and the muggy summer had given way to really nice

weather. Gail, free to explore and learn, outfitted herself at one of those

touristy boutiques, the better to experience Bourbon Street at night. She put on

her new thong "panties", no more cloth than it would take to cover her hand, and

some black vinyl low slung very short shorts. A matching black vinyl halter top

almost covered her breasts, which weren't huge but which bulged out a bit around

the edges. She put on her new black fuckme pumps with 4inch heels and a long

black wig to cover her long brown hair. The final touch was more than enough

"Gothic" black eye makeup, which suggested she might be related to a raccoon.

She had no pockets, so she tucked the room key in her thong. She was too young

to drink, and it was only walking distance, so she figured she didn't need money

or identification.


Any night, after dark, Bourbon Street is a crush of party goers, and this night

was more crowded than usual, with jazz blaring from half a dozen bars. A dozen

guys offered to buy her a drink or take her for a ride, and few groped her,

which she found sort of flattering at first but then a bit frightening when one

guy wouldn't take no for an answer. "Listen, if it dresses like a whore and it

struts like a whore, then it must be a whore. You're asking for it."


She was about to explain that she wasn't old enough for that sort of thing when

a husky female voice said, "Back off, Buster. She's jail bait." and the guy

melted into the throng of people carrying plastic cups of beer or Margueritas.

Gail looked and saw a striking blonde, probably six feet tall and built like a

swimsuit model. For an instant, Gail thought she might be a plainclothes cop,

but Gail didn't think a cop would dress like that. She had a black dress with a

zipper all the way up the front, and the top of the zipper was open to the

navel, and the lower part was open pretty far, too. "You a tourist?"


"Yes."


"Sometimes we girls need to stick together, for mutual protection. Mind if I

stick with you?"


"No, not at all. I'd be grateful. It is rather crowded, here, isn't it? And some

of these guys..."


"We're safer together. Do you know your way around?"


"No, not really."


"Let's go down to Jackson Square, by the cathedral."


"OK."


"Would you like a Marguerita? I'm buying."


"OK, thanks."


"Here, take this one. I haven't touched it. I'll get another." The blonde bought

another from a street vendor while Gail sipped at hers. She'd never had one

before, but it tasted pretty good, fruity. "My name's Wendy." said the blonde,

taking Gail's elbow to guide her.


"Gail."


"Good. Follow me, Gail."


They made it as far as Pirate's Alley, in the gloom behind the cathedral, when

Gail's legs gave out. "I don't understand." she said, "I can't seem to walk

straight. I can't be drunk, with one drink, can I?"


"Here, let me steady you, Gail." That was the last voice Gail heard before she

passed out.


When Gail regained her senses, she was lying on her side on a bare wooden floor

in a dim room. Her wrists were taped together behind her back. She seemed to be

alone, but then the blonde, Wendy, appeared with a small crowd of men and women.

Wendy hauled Gail to her feet and turned her to face the crowd. "Nice, teenage

flesh. Cleaned up a bit, she'd look like a virgin. She might even be a virgin,

for all I know. What am I bid?" Gail was really frightened then. She had lost

her wig and heels, and she felt like a helpless school girl in front of these

people.


"Come on, let's see the goods." said a hoarsevoiced man. Wendy released the

strings of the halter and peeled the vinyl away from Gail's breasts.


"See, womanly yet girlish. Nice pink nipples." Wendy pinched Gail's left nipple.

"Responsive, too." Gail was so embarrassed, and she couldn't cover herself with

her hands. Her mind was still fuzzy...she must have been drugged...and she

didn't even resist when Wendy pulled the vinyl shorts down to Gail's knees.

Wendy pulled the thong down, too, and took Gail's room key. Gail kept her knees

pressed together and tried to bend over. She couldn't handle having all these

men staring at her down there. "There you have it. What's Jennifer Lopez got

that this chick hasn't got?"


"Talent?"


"A better business manager."


"Girlie, have you ever given head before?" called an unshaven man. Gail shook

her head.


"Do you like to take it in the ass?" asked another. She shook her head.


"Come on, what am I bid?" said Wendy.


"Shit." said a bearded man in a fancy suit, "I can't put her on the street, and

if the word got out that she was in one of my houses.... You couldn't pay me to

take her off your hands." In a few minutes, it was clear to Wendy there would be

no quick sale. She shooed away the pimps. Then she blindfolded Gail and pushed

her down a hallway and into another room.


"Esther, this is Gail. Gail, Esther, my room mate. Be a nice girl and say hello

to Esther by licking her pussy."


"No, I've never done that."


Wendy forced Gail to her knees and, with a hand around the back of her neck,

pushed her face toward Esther's pussy. Gail felt smooth thighs against her ears

and cheeks, and then her lips were pressed against the hairless lips of a

woman's vulva! "Lick!" Gail tentatively extended her tongue. The ammonia smell

of stale urine made her pull back, but Wendy shoved hard and forced Gail to kiss

the puffy lower lips. "Slide your tongue between her labia and lick that clit."

Gail couldn't bring herself to do it.


"All right, brat, I'll give you some motivation." While Wendy held Gail down,

Esther got up and came back with a bottle with a long, tapered neck, which she

slid across Gail's breast, so she could feel it. It might have been a wine

bottle. Gail cried out as Wendy unexpectedly thrust the mouth of the bottle into

Gail's anus. "Now, you do as I say, or I'll push this bottle deeper and deeper

until your asshole tears wide open. Understand?"


Gail already felt terribly raped by the bottle. "Yes, I'll do as you say. Just

don't...."

Again Gail's mouth was forced against Esther's cunt, but Gail did as she was

told and explored Esther's vulva with her tongue, even sucking on Esther's large

clit until Esther came with a gush which drenched Gail's face.


"Now do me." Gail repeated the performance on Wendy's naked cunt, making Wendy

come three times before being allowed to lift her head.


With the bottle still in her ass, Gail was made to straddle a bench and her

ankles were taped to the legs of the bench. Then a rope between her taped wrists

pulled her downward into a squatting position, knees bent, with the base of the

bottle against the bench. The rope was tied off, and Gail was left in an awful

position. Her whole weight was supported by her bent legs, with the muscles in

the front of her thighs keeping her knees from bending further. If she allowed

her knees to bend, the bottle would be forced deeper into her body, stretching

her anus. Minutes went by, and Gail's muscles ached with the strain. "Please."

she called out."I can't stand the pain!" At one point, she couldn't help

relaxing her legs for just an instant, and the bottle stretched her anus

painfully, making her strive to support her weight. "Unnngh!" she groaned, and

sank once again toward the bench, raping her ass with the bottle. Finally, her

tortured muscles could stand it no longer. She fell back on the bottle, taking

the weight of her body on her tortured anus, while her thigh muscles, the

quadriceps femoris, twitched uncontrollably with a searing pain.


Gail felt Wendy and Ester lift her up and remove the bottle. She could feel

blood trickle down from her torn anus. "She'll learn to take it in the ass."

said Wendy. Gail, of course, could not see what she was doing, but Wendy drove a

corkscrew deep into the end of a cucumber. She lubricated the end and pushed

half the cucumber into Gail's rectum, so it stretched Gail's anus. Using the

corkscrew as a handle, she fucked Gail's ass with the cucumber, while Gail

struggled to escape it.


Esther said something Gail couldn't hear, and Wendy pushed the cucumber all the

way in, so that Gail's anus more or less closed around the shank of the

corkscrew and the handle prevented the cucumber from getting lost inside her.

The two women rolled Gail onto her back and forced her knees up toward her

chest. They passed some sort of strap behind Gail's back and her bound arms,

with the ends coming forward at the arm pits. They passed the strap behind

Gail's knees and fastened the ends together. As they tightened it, Gails thighs

mashed her breasts, forcing them together and she rolled up, with her vulva

facing the ceiling.


Someone poured a vile tasting drink into Gail's mouth, strongly flavored with

lime or something. They pinched her nostrils to make sure she swallowed it all,

and then they made her drink a quart or more of water, so her stomach felt it

would burst. They lifted her and hung her on a wall, the strap between her bound

arms over a hook in the wall. Then they left her to suffer.


Time dragged. There were gassy gurgling sounds in Gail's belly, and the pain of

guts stretching. Her rectum filled, but she couldn't shit, for the cucumber

blocked the exit. Finally, her tortured intestines spasmed as if in knots,and

with a scream she propelled the cucumber from her burning anus. It was followed

by a gush of smelly stuff and then dribbles for what must have been hours.

Finally, the pain subsided, and she thought she could smell lime; the vile stuff

had gone right through her!


In time, she heard some sounds of traffic, and she figured it must be dawn. Then

Wendy and Esther returned. "Look at that. Little girl Gail has made a mess of

herself."


"All the better to take it in the ass."


Gail felt them hosing her off, and sluicing the shit down some sort of drain,

she supposed. They shoved the hose into her rectum and kept pushing as the water

spewed out her anus around the hose. She could feel the hose turning a corner,

reaching way up inside her almost to her ribs, before they stopped rinsing her

out. "Should we?" asked Esther.


"Why not." replied Wendy. "She'll enjoy it."


Curled up as she was, Gail's vulva was thrust upward and outward. They

positioned the hose at the upper juncture of Gail's outer labia and taped it in

position, so that the water ran down her genital groove like a river down a

canyon. The initial thrust of the water beat on her clitoris, and then it ran

between her inner labia, making them flutter, and swirled around the entrance to

Gail's vagina, before it finally splashed to the floor. She had never felt

anything even vaguely like it, an unrelenting stimulation of her clitoris and

vagina which sent tingles through her. The sensation built and built, until Gail

experienced an orgasm the like of which she hadn't even dreamed of, reading

romance novels about explosions in the loins.


No sooner had she caught her breath than it started building again, slowly but

relentlessly, until once again her mind was blown by a super orgasm. Then there

was another and another. The cumulative effect was like a drug. She had no

conception of time; everything was in the present, and each orgasm was like the

very first, for she could hardly remember the last. She lost track of time and

number, fifty? A hundred? Who cared? Unlike a finger or a vibrator, the water

didn't rub her sensitive membranes, so they did not get sore or numb from

overstimulation.


Sometime, hours later?, they ripped off the hose and lifted Gail down from her

hook. "Need a drink?"


"Yes, please. And I'm very hungry."


"You can have a Coke. You can't have anything solid, after all the work we did

cleaning you out." They untied her, but left the blindfold on. They put her on

her feet, but she was too wobbly to stand, so they let her sit and sip her

drink. The doorbell rang.


"Back to work, bitch." Wendy answered the door, while Esther bent Gail over a

bar stool, belly down, and tied her hands and feet to the rungs of the stool.

Her rump was uppermost, and her head was somewhere near her knees. The visitors

were several men. They raped her ass and stuffed their dicks down her throat,

but never bothered with her vagina. Gail thought she must have swallowed a cup

of cum, and another cupful was running down her thighs. There was no pleasure in

it, only a sore jaw and a burning ass hole. Another few visitors came in, and it

was more of the same, except that one "client" douched her ass with a bottle of

soda, unwilling to take sloppy seventeeth. Another, when he was done, left a

burning cigarette in her anus and watched her squirm as it burned down and

heated the tender skin around the anus. She was saved from a serious burn only

by the timely arrival of another man, who was impatient for her ass.


When more customers failed to show up, the women made Gail eat out their pussies

and then tied her, spreadeagle, on a bed, where she was able to get some sleep.


Morning, however, brought more torment. Two more lesbians showed up, and the

four of them made Gail go down on them. One even insisted Gail "rim" her anus.

By now, Gail was lightheaded from hunger and abuse; she hardly cared, just did

what she was told. Someone put a vacuum cleaner hose over Gail's left nipple and

tried to suck her breast into it. That hurt. One put Gail on her back on the

floor, then sat on Gail's stomach while she used a rolling pin on Gail's

breasts. Three of them held Gail down while someone poured nail polish remover

over Gail's clit, laughing as Gail thrashed and screamed and cursed them all for

burning her cunt.


One of them said, "I've never seen it done. Let's hang her by her tits."


"OK, I've got some clothesline." It took some experimentation, but they finally

had Gail's breasts looking like round, ripe tomatoes, and they hauled her up

until her toes left the floor. The pain wasn't as bad as the nail polish in the

cunt, and there was even a sexually stimulating component, some sort of nervous

connection with her crotch. Still, the women decided to stop Gail's protests

with a gag. Then they took turns whipping her with a cane or a fishing rod or

such, all over, even her tortured tits, until her body was a mass or red welts.

They lifted her ankles and held them far apart, while someone poured a hot

liquid over Gail's pubic hair, all the way back to her anus. The liquid cooled

to a semisolid mass. They must have embedded an eye or a rope in the mass, for

when the women released Gail's ankles, she did not fall. She hung there, almost

upside down, with most her weight supported by her pubic hair. With a ripping

noise her entire pubic bush tore loose from her body. Her pelvis dropped and she

swung like a pendulum from her bound breasts.


A phone rang, and Wendy answered it. "Got a customer." They lowered Gail to the

floor and unwound the rope from around her tortured tits. The sensation, as

blood flow was restored, overwhelmed her. A finger slid between her labia. "Yup,

she's wet. We'd better get her cleaned up."


"Should we wash off that awful eye makeup?"


"Naw, let's just leave the blindfold on. Help me massage her tits, so they will

look fairly normal, and then, while we wait, she can lick our pussies.


Gail was in no shape to resist whatever they wanted to do to her. She was tired,

thirsty, hungry, and bruised all over. The blindfold prevented her seeing; she

didn't even know where she was or what time of day it was. She just couldn't

think straight. He jaws and tongue were tired by the time the buyers arrived.


The buyers examined the goods, and seemed happy to get a good looking teenage

girl. "You say she's a virgin?"


"Oh, yes." assured Wendy. "She's never had a man's prick in her cunt."


"Is that so, girl?"


"Yes."


"OK, we'll take her off your hands." Gail, still blindfolded and with her wrists

taped behind her back, was stuffed into a trunk. The lid was closed. The trunk

was carried out and placed in a vehicle. Gail could not tell the time, but it

seemed a long ride, with not many stops, so she concluded they were no longer in

New Orleans, were likely in a rural area. She felt the trunk being lifted and

carried and dropped on a hard floor.


When the lid was opened, they hauled Gail out and stood her, naked, barefoot, on

a wooden floor. The tape which bound her wrists and the blindfold were removed.

She saw that she was in a place like a church, but it was crazy. The candles

were black. Behind the altar was a heavy wooden cross, but it was upside down,

with the crossbar at the bottom. Her new "owners" were dressed in black hooded

robes, like monks, except that some were women who let their robes fall open.

They were naked underneath, with their pubic hair removed. The one in charge

seemed to be an older woman with pendulous breasts and an apron of fat that hung

half way over her cunt. She wore a heavy gold chain with a pentacle pendant.

Number two was thin and wrinkled and toothless. She looked as if she had died

and been dried out, a walking corpse.


"Welcome to the church of Saint Syphilis." said the fat one. She wheezed a

little laugh. "It's All Hallows Eve, Halloween, time for a black mass, and you

are the guest of honor, our human sacrifice."


The words, "human sacrifice." really got Gail's attention. Not even thinking,

she bolted for the door, though the chances of escaping, naked, out in the

bayous of Louisiana, were pretty slim. She didn't get twenty feet before she was

tackled and buried under robed bodies. "Shall I pluck her eyes out?" asked the

thin one.


"She won't escape." replied the fat one. "Let her see what's in store." Turning

to some of the "sisters", she added."Put some weights in that trunk. We're going

to have to sink the body when we are through. Before we start the service, we

need to make the communion wine and consecrate the host."


Struggle was useless. They lifted the cross down and laid it on the altar. They

lifted Gail and placed her on her back, atop the cross. Her feet they pulled

apart and bound to the cross beam, the soles flat against what would be the

vertical surface of the cross. Necessarily, then, her knees were bent, even as

her "virgin" cunt was obscenely displayed between her widespread thighs.

Somehow, it was worse, with no pubic hair. It was all so exposed. They bent her

arms back and tied her hands to the upright of the cross, behind her head. The

dried up hag brought communion wafers. She fingered Gail's exposed labia and

clitoris until her vagina fairly oozed pussy juice. Then each wafer was dipped

into Gail's exposed vagina, until they had several dozen. For the communion

wine, they needed virgin's blood. The fat one teased Gail's clit to stiffness,

then deftly sliced the tip off with a razor. The erect clitoris, like an erect

penis, is engorged with blood. Gail howled with despair, if not actual pain, as

she half filled a silver communion chalice. While the thin witch added wine and

stirred, the monks picked up the cross and erected it behind the altar.


Now Gail was "crucified" on an upside down cross. With her arms beside her ears,

she could not support any of her weight with her arms. Her strangely spread and

bent lower limbs, with her toes pointed straight down, had to support her, but

the strain on her muscles was extreme, much as it was when she was straining to

keep the bottle from stretching her anus. The church filled with "monks" and

"nuns", who genuflected before Gail and took their places, standing, for the

service. Blood from her severed clitoris dribbled from between her legs until

the fat one cauterized the wound, stopping the bleeding, with a glowing hot

poker. "The Devil's mark!" she said, louder than Gail's sobs of anguish, and she

drew a pentagram on Gail's hairless mons veneris, just above her labia.


The mass itself was incomprehensible, recited in Latin, backwards. Gail caught

very few words, but she heard from time to time the names of devils or demons:

Magog, Baal, Beelzebub, Asmodeus, Astaroth, Abbaddou, Azazel, Belial, Leviatian,

Mammon, Pafman, Ariton, and, several times, Satan. At one point, the fat one

turned to Gail, proclaimed, "Satan's penis", and thrust a huge, spiked phallus

into Gail's virgin vagina. The invading tool was supported by a telescoping rod,

braced against the crossbar of the cross, so Gail needed every bit of effort to

hold her body up. If her knees bent even a bit more, Satan's rod would rend her

vagina. Her sobs and cries nearly drowned out the rest of the ritual, as she

pleaded for relief. It was not coming.


As the ceremony ended, the thin witch touched Gail with a cattle prod, sending a

jolt of electricity through her anus and perineum. Her muscles contracted,

momentarily lifting her up, so the barbed penis lacerated her vaginal walls.

Then, exhausted, her muscles gave out, and she sank down on the Devil's tool,

which displaced her womb and tore into her abdominal cavity. She knew then that

she was going to die. Even if she were rescued, she would die of peritonitis

over the next few days, and there was no way a surgeon could repair her ruined

sex organs. She sank further, almost squatting as the spiked penis tore through

her guts. She did not suffer much longer, however, for, to the accompaniment of

chanting, the Satanic priestess took a box cutter and slit Gail from between her

breasts, down the midline of her belly, almost to the Devil's brand above her

stuffed and ruined cunt. Initially, the incision didn't hurt much, for the blade

was sharp and it was cutting through connective tissue. However, when the witch

thrust both hands into Gail's abdomen and began to pull out loops of intestines.

Gail shrieked and fainted, never to regain consciousness.



The End





      


Review This Story || Email Author: Abe



MORE BDSM STORIES @ SEX STORIES POST