Shredder - part II - Sex Stories

Shredder - part II

... you... I don’t care if you piss yourself, there’s no infection where your dick used to be, it’ll just stink like you usually do. I’ll feed you again if you want or leave you something packaged you can tear open in a day or so when you’re hungry.” He nodded, his mouth dry. “I’ll leave you a couple of bottles of water too, so you don’t die from thirst. Move around by the door...” she pulled out the hose and sprayed the shit spatter off him. “Back to the house,” she said as she switched on a flashlight as she hit the switch for the stable, plunging the place into darkness except for the beam of the light. Holding the loop on his neck, twisting it ‘til it cut his flesh, she took him back across the mud to the house. In the door, upstairs, she pushed the cold steel nose of the pistol into his spine as he walked to his room. Lying on his bed, she shackled both legs, by using the second set of shackles he’d used on Sandy so he lay, spread-eagled, with his right hand cuffed to the bed. Christine went downstairs a few minutes, returned with three bottles of water, some chips and wrapped sausages, another bottle of water she’d apparently been drinking from. “Here, drink, even if you’re not hungry now.” He gulped thirstily ‘til the bottle was dry. “Well, see you in a few,” she said, as she threw a blanket on him, switched off the light. A few minutes later he heard her car start and move away. He lay back, trying not to think about his missing balls, his stump-severed dick, the burning ...

... in his ass. As he lay in the dark, the shadows of night began to move; he started to feel like he was floating, drifting through the air above the bed. He couldn’t tell if he was dreaming a particularly dark shadow passed in front of his face that screamed at him, a woman’s long, drawn-out shrill scream. He felt cold and saw fog envelope his lower body and a burning feeling on his damaged crotch. The next thing he felt his nipples go cold, burning painfully, bitter cold, then searing, burning pain over his stomach, chest, legs, neck and face. All the while the fog rolled over his body, the shadows danced and at once Sandy’s face, no, her severed head appeared in front of his face, lit brilliantly, then disappeared. There were prickling sharp sensations along his arms and he gasped for air, a sudden wonderful cold trickle ran down his throat, but minutes later, he couldn’t feel his tongue, or throat as he tried to swallow, knew it was something cold coming from the shadow but he couldn’t stop it... He was drooling and wet and hot and cold all at the same time. After an hour he felt like he had on drugs at the hospital before, drifting from hallucination to vision to dark dream. He came to; it was daytime and sunny. He reached in his stupor for the water, and the severed head belonging to Sandy was looking at him. He gasped and as he took the water it dropped from sight with a thump. He opened the water, gulping the contents, fell back on the bed, and tried to clear his head. ...