Shredder Part 1 - Sex Stories

Shredder Part 1

... ex-girlfriend, it stalled, her viscera tangled in it’s workings and choking the saw, causing it to stall... Eddie stood up, leaving the saw jammed in her body like macabre pop art. As he stood, he became aware of the puke down Christine’s abdomen, the floor, his jacket. “Didn’t like the show?” he taunted her, “it’s okay, I’d never do that to you Chris. Come on, let’s clean you up, have some dinner before we go to bed and I fuck your brains out again.” Christine wanted to say something, but her throat was closed and burning from the smoke, acid bile, being sick and fear of what awaited her. Eddie dragged her legs from the manacles, fastening them together so she couldn’t run, then undid the handcuffs, letting her arms down, shackling them behind her instead. He held her arm, steering her wobbly legs upstairs, to the bathroom. “I could really go for you right now if you didn’t smell like barf!” he said, “ bend over the side of the tub...” He pushed her forward so she was holding the far side of the tub with slippery hands. “Well, it’s a shame to waste that chain oil all over your cunt Chris, maybe I will bang you now.” He dropped his jeans and plunged into her already rape-ravaged vagina, lubricated by chainsaw oil. He pounded her for a couple of minutes and pulled out, dragged his stinking jacket off, threw it in the corner, got something Christine couldn’t see from the cabinet on the wall and came back. He was moving, doing something behind her, though she didn’t have any ...

... idea what ‘til he thumped the jar of Vaseline down on the side of the tub just before he grasped her hips, pressing his erection to her virgin anus, then suddenly, violently ramming himself into her butt. It wasn’t that he was larger than average, but the fact that Christine had never in her twenty-five years been fucked in the ass. Now she screamed, a drawn-out howl of pain as Eddie pounded her bum repeatedly, the gooey petroleum jelly giving her neither relief or lessening the burning pain as he buggered her viciously. After what felt like an hour he grunted and she felt him press hard as he came in her butt. She’d cried as quietly as possible while he raped her. Now he pulled her upright and turned the bathtub taps ‘til the water poured into the tub. Still manacled, he sat her in the old tub as the water rose, shampooing her hair clean of blood, flesh and dirt, rinsed it and threw some bubble bath in the water ‘til it reached the level where it floated her breasts in the suds. He turned off the water, washed her face and breasts, pouring warm water on her shoulders and upper back, reached underwater to grope her crotch, finally leaving her in the tub to finish washing herself, her left hand cuffed to the chain that joined the shackles binding her feet. “I’ll go fix something to eat,” he said, then stopped, “need to rinse your mouth?” She nodded. He ran water from the sink and held it to her lips, “gargle it, rinse and spit it on that old towel,” he commanded, and she did, the ...