Contains extreme sadism, surgery and bestiality...
PART THIRTY
ANGELA'S PUNISHMENT
As Carrie was ruined by the Raping Machine, he moans muffled by the mouthful of filth she was being forced to suck on, Angela finally arrived back at PORCC. Her knees and the palms of her hands were dirty and bloody from crawling all the way, and her whole body was covered in welts and bruises and grazes. It just made you want to hurt her more, really.
Dr. Sade assessed the damage, and judged it to be "A good start. But now we're going to fix you so you won't be running away anymore."
"What -?" began Angela, but then she was lifted up by arms and legs and placed on the dining table. And it was Becky, Chloe, the Slit and Bella who did the lifting and placing, gripping her wrists and ankles. Parminder stood at the head of the table and stroked her long red locks.
"This is going to hurt terribly, I'm afraid," she said. "But there's no other way. They said if we didn't help by holding you down for your operation, they would kill you, and Chloe. So there's no other way. Be brave."
Angela looked from Parminder to Dr. Sade as he advanced on her with a scalpel. She tried to kick and struggle, despite how tired and sore she was, but she couldn't move an inch.
"This is going to be amazing," said Alicia, her eyes glittering.
The good doctor placed the blade of his scalpel on the ball of Angela's left foot, and cut. She screamed, until Parminder placed a hand over her mouth. The knife slit the skin neatly all the way down the arch of the foot and up to the heel. Blood flowed freely.
"Now, to make sure you don't use these naughty feet for running away..." said Dr. Sade, and inserted seven small, clean, but jagged pieces of gravel into the incision. With the sole of her feet stuffed with sharp, agonizing stones, he then sewed the wound up with the stones inside.
Angela bit into Parminder's hand until she drew blood. Parminder was in agony both for Angela and for herself. Finally, as Sade cut into the right sole, Angela screamed and released the bloody hand. Parminder hesitated a second, then bent forward and thrust her bare left breast into Angela's face, muffling her cries.
Angela tried not to bite hard on Parminder's nipple, but as the scalpel sliced through her sensitive skin, she couldn't help it: she shank her teeth viciously into the succulent brown titty.
Sade carefully stuffed Angela's right foot with jagged little stones, and sewed that one up too.
"Set the cunt on her feet and let's see how she fares," he suggested.
As Angela released Parminder's tit, blood trickling from deep bite marks around the nipple, the other girls lifted her from the table and set her down. The instant they released her and let the weight rest on her feet, Angela shrieked in aginy and collapsed to her knees, then onto her belly. It was unspeakably painful to put any weight onto the gashed and stone-studded extremities.
"That's the serious part of the treatment out of the way," chuckled Sade, "Now for the more humorous diversion."
Parminder lay a dinner chair on it's side, and the other girls dragged Angela to it, bending her over the seat so that she was forced onto her knees with her delectable ass presented as target for whatever came next. Again, the girls held her wrists and ankles, with Parminder gripping her hair.
Christian upturned a jar of honey, letting it trickle onto Angela's asshole and down over her pouting, swollen cunt lips.
Angela, despite the haze of pain in her mind, knew what to expect next. When Basil led the goat in, she groaned.
"Oh noooo..."
As the other sluts watched, wide-eyed, the billy-goat began to eagerly lick out Angela's sweet-testing cunt and asshole, his rough tongue darting with crazed speed, raping both holes with hard, eager little thrusts.
Angela moaned at the lascivious assault. The ferocity had the effect of a Sybian device, impossible to resist. "Uh...uh...uh..."
"Oh wow," said Becky.
Bella giggled.
Dr. Petersen raised an eyebrow. He hadn't even used hypnosis on Bella to make her laugh. A few of the other girls, however...
The Slit, who had been keeping up a more or less continuous sobbing lately, started to laugh through her tears, as Petersen had planned.
Becky and Chloe, being dim-witted cunts anyway, began laughing because someone else was laughing. They stared at the squirming, abject victim of bestial tongue-rape, and couldn't help but snigger.
"Really, Angela..." said Chloe.
"I didn't think you were the kind of girl..." said Becky, and cracked up laughing.
"What a filthy slut!" said Bella in wonderment, giggling some more.
Angela struggled furiously but weakly, feeling her loins heating up to insane levels. Days of frustration and humiliation were mounting to a... yes, a climax.
"Oohhhhh fffffffuck..." she gasped, weeping tears of shame.
"Jesus, I think she's going to..." murmured Bella, half smiling.
"Damn right she is!" guffawed Alicia, smacking Angela's raised butt. "The filthy little cunt's going to cum over a he-goat's tongue!"
Angela became a ware of a high-pitched, trilling laugh, more delicate than the others', joining the chorus of amusement at her plight.
"I'm s-sorry..." cried Parminder through her tittering, "but you've got to admit... it IS sort of funny..."
Angela wept hot tears of total defeat and humiliation, as the one girl she'd thought of as her friend and equal openly laughed at her animalistic rape.
At that moment, Billy the goat (for that was his name) having cleansed the last of the sticky treat from his writhing victim, decided to get another kind of pleasure from her, stamping his front hooves on her shoulder blades as he thrust his long, thin prick into her sopping pussy. Angela yelped with pain (she was by now VERY tender down there), which caused the girls to laugh again in unison, the men joining in, the fundamental difference in status between the dominant rapists and their worthless whore slaves forgotten in a moment of shared humour as Angela's cunt was hammered by rapid, vicious thrusts from her joyfully bleating assailant.
Angela and the goat had simultaneous orgasms, though their feelings about this were fundamentally incompatible. Billy felt very happy as he emptied his furry balls into the Irish redhead's bruised quim, whereas Angela began to sob inconsolably with shame and defeat even as her juices, mingled with his trickled down her inner thighs. She gave a heaving sob as the slender prick was eased from her slit. Parminder stroked her hair tenderly, but was still unable to entirely stop chuckling at the mere memory of the amusing sight.
But the men weren't finished yet. They led Billy around in front of Angela and she gasped as his hooves stomped on her buttocks, his still-erect prick shoved in her face.
"What-? No! Glub!" Angela managed to splutter, before the priapic Billy was throat raping her, the smell and taste of mingled human cunt juice and goat semen pungent in her nose and mouth. This new assault set the sluts off laughing again, led by Bella, whose tits jiggled merrily at the sight of the spluttering Irish bimbo's distress. She only stopped when Basil dragged her to Angela's rear end and forced her, by vigorous application of the steel blackjack, to suck the goat cum from Angela's tender, hairless and swollen cunt-lips. That put an end to Bella's laughter but of course it only made the others laugh harder, especially when Angela, primed for days, experienced another supremely humiliating orgasm and spurted all over Bella's face.
Moments later, Billy completed his oral rape of his new girlfriend, shooting what seemed an impossible quantity of thick and gooey spunk down Angela's throat. She choked, turned crimson, and felt the burning fluid bubble from her nostrils and scald the backs of her eyes, to increased hilarity from her audience.
"Oh God..." she moaned, when she had coughed up the last of the goat spunk. "Kill me. Just kill me. Please?"
"We haven't remotely finished with you," laughed Christian, binding her arms behind her then dragging her by the hair to where the nooses hung. With Turk's help he hoised her up to where her head could be throat through a noose, and then they let her go. Angela SCREAMED as her weight landed on the soles of her feet, and she found it impossible to stand with the jagged rocks inside her skin. She started to throttle, thn found she could just about manage to stay on tiptoe, and her asphyxiation was forestalled.
The other sluts had stopped laughing, except for the Slit, who was still laughing and crying simultaneously. It was obvious that Angela was in deep trouble, for how long could she stay on tiptoe? Alicia and the gentlemen were still chuckling, though, because the silly bitch DID look perfectly ridiculous, teetering on tiptoe with her piteous expression and cum dripping from her chin onto her pert tits. They all simply watched for severl minutes as Angela struggled to avoid hanging herself, and for everyone who was not a bimbo cunt slave, the sight was highly amusing.
Then Dr. Sade applied the BAG. It was a two litre plastic bag filled with shit and pis which had been liquified in a blender. He hung it from the ceiling, slightly higher than Angela's head, and then fitted her with a ball gag, through which a rubber tube was fed. He turned a little tap on the ball gag and the liquid faeces oozed down the tube and into Angela's mouth. The ball gag prevented her from expelling more than a tiny trickle, which flowed slowly down her chin and spattered her cute little titties with brown flecks.
Angela turned green, moaned, tried to avoid choking, tried to avoid throttling. Bella started to giggle again, hesitantly.
Over the course of the next half hour, the sluts crawled back and forth, sucking the gentlemen's cocks (and licking Alicia's pussy), grateful for this relative respite, glad it wasn't them in Angela's horrible position. Angela shifted her weight from foot to foot, toes aching, swallowing a litre of brown, stinking filth, managing just barely to avoid throwing up and thus hoking to death on her own vomit.
Then George brought Carrie in. The poor little fuckpig was white as a sheet from her face to her toes, alabaster tits bouncing gently as she was frogmarched into the Group Therapy Room. Blood was coursing down her marble-white thighs from her broken cunt and asshole, and her legs wobbled as much as her saucy tits. Her eyes seemed glazed, unalert, until they snapped into focus at the sight of Angela.
"You!" she snarled. "First, you whip the shit out of me. Then you TRICK me into helping you escape!" (Knowing herself to be dumb as a post, Carrie had always been sensitive about being outsmarted or exploited for her lack of brains. "And that gets me strapped into a torture machine for HOURS!" (Because it had taken Angela so long to get a few blocks away, get gng-raped and beaten, and then be brought back on her hands and knees, Carrie had endured almost four hours of the Raping Machine at highly unsafe levels.) "And then you don't even escape and get help!"
Austin silently handed Carrie a whip. It was a kind of cat o' nine tails, but instead of leather, the lashes were made of thick barbed wire. Barely even registering its arrival, Carrie staggered towards the object of her rage and, well, lashed out.
WHACK! Angela made the mistake, understandable in the circumstances, of trying to scream as the barbs raked her flesh. Little gashes opened up across her soft belly as the steel sliced across her. And she began choking on shit.
SLASH! Carrie brought the whip back, hitting the ripe little tits and drawing droplets of blood to compliment the shit and cum already adorning the freckled slopes. Angela lost her balance and began to hang, even as she drowned in feculent slime.
Carrie, fortunately for the exultant male audience's entertainment, was blinded by rage and didn't notice this interesting fact, and so -
SLICE! She swung the whip downwards, cutting Angela's nipple, belly, and thigh. Angela emitted another gurgling cough/scream, and tried to regain her footing, resulting only in shooting pains as the jagged stones in the soles of her fet ground up against bones and nerve endings and blood vessels.
CRACK! Carrie swung the whip upwards this time and caught her target squarely between the legs, ripping the outer labia and clitoral hood and even nicking the little rosebud itself. Carrying on its momentum, the whip slashed Angela's lower stomach and the underside of one tit, making red blossom from the pale skin everywhere it touched.
Angela's legs completely gave way beneath her and she hung, the rope digging into her throat, brown bubbles frothing from her nostrils.
Carrie drew the whip back once more, determined to let Angela have it right in her smug, superior cunt face, justifiable revenge in her view for the beating she had received at Angela's hands, though such a blow might easily have blinded the poor slut, when her clouds of fury cleared sufficiently for her to notice that Angela was dying.
Instantly Carrie dropped the whip and staggered forward, embracing the dangling redhead, her big tits squishing up against Angela's smaller ones, the two sweaty and slimed bodies squelching together obscenely as she tried to support the hanging nude. Keeping a hand grasping Angela's shapely, sore butt to hold her up, Angela tore the ball gag from Angela's slack lips, and was immediately sprayed with a shower of hit. Well, she was fairly used to that by now. But the wetness made it all the harder to keep a grip in Angela, her hand slipping up to waist level as the soft flesh squidged together. She braced one knee between Angela's thighs, painfully thudding into the bare-conscious girl's twat, but helping keep her semi-erect, as the tried to dig the rope out of the skin of that slender neck.
Finally Carrie got the noose loosened, and the naked girls fell to the floor with a wet double slap, gasping like landed fish.
"Oh dear," said Christian. "It appears Carrie has greatly exceeded her authority and interfered with the justified punishment of a fellow cunt. A severe punishment is indicated. And of course we were by no means finished punishing Angela, also."
He looked at his watch. "It's been a long night. Time for ablutions, and breakfast."
Her face between Angela's shit, cum and blood-stained bososms, Carrie groaned. She knew what was for breakfast.
Angela groaned too, but she was not really aware of anything that was being said. She just groaned because she was in hell.
Bella giggled. Bella was by this time slightly insane, it has to be admitted. In fact, it would be fair to say that permanent psychological damage had been inflicted on all the cunts, and they were only starting the fourth full day of the Rape-Off, scheduled to run all week.
TO BE CUNT-INUED