Posted by Ripper X on July 03, 2003 at 21:34:31:
Howdy, today I come bearing some gifts that you probably will wish that I didn't, but hey! Its better then some topics. I've got completed and better written stories but I'm still in the process of repairing them, but thats okay. I'll be able to post a few of them really soon but in the meantime, lets look at some old vignettes.
What the hells a fucking vignette, you ask? Well back before the snuff scene was organized we all hung out on USENET, it's a part of the internet that most people don't use anymore because it was destroyed by Spammers. All it really was was a huge messageboard system that was email based and had any topic that your perverted little mind could imagine.
Now, most people aren't skilled writers but that didn't hold anybody back back then. Today you get a few people who write short requests like "I WANNA SEE DEAD CHEERLEADERS" Well in a sense, that is what these are. They are Pictures of what somebody wants to see, or exploits a good idea that somebody has but they don't have the skills to really turn it into anything with a real beginning or ending. These are Vignettes.
These things are almost never Titled, nor credited by any author but they serve their purpose. Some are actually pretty good and you can use them to add color in your own stories, and also get an idea about what your audience wants to read.
Enjoy!"
Jo was busily getting ready for her Saturday night out with the girls, the bedroom floor was strewn with garments of underwear, skirts, trousers and blouses as she tried to decide what to wear. She stood in front of the free standing full length mirror admiring her full curved figure. She had long legs, good wide hips, which hid her plump waist, and gigantically huge breasts. She had never been happy with her once large sagging boobs, and had decided that they needed boosting to give her figure an even greater advantage. So after having the operation to lift and enlarge them further she now had an incredible pair of forty eight inch G cup size breasts, that thrust out so far they caught everyone's attention. She picked up a well supported lacy, half cup bodice, which had an adjustable lace up front, and began to put it on. She slipped it around her back and started to fasten up the laces, immediately her amazingly enormous fat boobs were pushed together forming a breathtakingly overabundant cleavage that swelled over the top of the barely adequate lace cups. While she slowly laced in her unbelievably immense spherical breasts, a shadow caught her eye. Jo spun round to see what had caused it and gasped in shock at seeing a man dressed in black, striding across her bedroom towards her. Instinctively she quickly covered her sensational half exposed breasts with her hands but soon realized her mistake. As her hands clutched protectively at her massive wobbling boobs the man rapidly produced a knife, and before Jo could do anything he plunged it deep into her plump round belly. Miraculously the blade didn't damage the main artery or hurt her intestines as it was pulled upwards slicing through the soft flesh of her belly. Jo's face contorted with so much pain that her tongue pushed itself all the way out of her mouth and she let out a long choking groan of suffering. As she doubled up on the blade she released her grip on her gigantic quivering bosom and frantically pushed at the knife. During the struggle the knife was forced out of the attacker's hand, but the blade had split open Jo's belly, and a three inch gash ran up from her pubic line to just left of her belly button. Infuriated at losing the knife, the man angrily jabbed his fingers deep into the wound and began to slowly push his hand up towards her stomach. Jo could feel his hand moving inside her belly and began twisting and screaming in agony. He smiled as he felt the thin membrane that held her innards in place burst open, spilling her warm slimy organs over his hand. He grabbed a loop of intestine from inside her abdomen and wrenched it out, bringing the length of gut up level with her face. He was taking great pleasure in showing Jo the glistening sight of her own entrails. Jo pressed both hands up against the wound in her belly but was still unable to stop her attacker from continuing his disemboweling of her. Each time he pulled out another loop of her swollen fat gut she would make a loud grunting noise as it was extracted from her belly. Whilst he gathered her intestines in his hands he could feel that they were fully bloated with semi-digested fluids making them fat and heavy. Jo gagged in pain and went into shock as she saw her own oozy intestines being pulled out of her belly. Screaming she frantically clutched at her overflowing entrails and desperately tried to push them back inside her abdomen. This excited her attacker even more and in quick succession he yanked repeatedly at the freed intestines pulling out further lengths of her gorged sticky gut. Jo was now uncontrollably screaming and writhing about with the intense agony of being disemboweled alive, her hands wildly grasping for her rapidly escaping digestive organs. Her body jerked about so much that her overwhelmingly enormous, fleshy boobs quivered and bounced up and down, exposing more and more of her voluptuously over ample bust and saucer sized nipples. She desperately tried to protect both her spilling intestines and her gorgeous giant breasts, crazily, all she could think of was the small fortune she'd spent on having them enlarged and she didn't want anything to happen to her best and most valuable assets. But Jo was in too much of a frenzied panic to be able to defend ether her breasts or her entrails with any effect. By now almost eight feet of her upper small intestine was now exposed and the man still continued eviscerating Jo, but with a more controlled fascination now. As the man slowly dragged the entrails from her belly he began to play with them squeezing them between his fingers and pulling them about. Jo howled in agonizing discomfort as she could feel the undigested fluids being pushed and constricted chaotically through her plundered intestines and she desperately strained to keep control of her already relaxing bowels. Her attacker could feel her entrails starting to go limp in his grasp, and as he explored them with his hands they oozed a profusion of slimy mucus in an attempt to prevent the delicate surface of her intestines from being damaged. Both Jo and her attacker wrestled with the continuous flow of uncovered bowels in an attempt to each gain control of the slithery loops. All too soon her freed digestive organs became an unmanageable mass of slippery coils that began to escape both his and her clutches, sliding slickly between their groping fingers and spilling to the floor with a wet slopping sound. Jo immediately dropped to her knees and began a frenzied scooping up of the continuous spill of slimy convoluted sausage like tubes from the carpet. As she was moaning and groping around on the floor for her sprawling entrails the man calmly retrieved his knife and walked back up behind Jo. She was still stuffing handfuls of her intestines back inside her belly as he quickly grabbed the back of her bodice and jerked her up into a sitting position. She squealed as he held her firm and pushed the knife down her bodice between the cleavage of her enormously fat breasts. In one quick movement he cut the laces, leaving the bodice held together by only the bottom hook fastener. With the support of the laces gone, the full burden of Jo's fantastically massive boobs was released and her incredibly fat mountains of flesh began wobbling over the top of the bodice's cups exposing her thumb thick nipples . Unrestrained her heavy buxom breasts now quivered with Jo's sobbing cries of anguish. Her attacker pulled Jo back up on her feet and spun her round, pushing her up against the wall. Jo began gasping in shock, only able to remain upright with the wall's support. She was only thankful that she had managed to squeeze all her exposed intestines back inside her belly. Her guts where all twisted up inside her causing terrible pain but at least they were protected and whole. Her attacker took time now to rove his eyes over Jo's voluptuous, curvaceous, shapely body, as she was bent over with the pain in her tangled bowels those immense boobs where slipping free of what was left of her bodice. He watched as her hands fumbled against each huge round breast attempting to push them back into the cups of the lacy undergarment. Whilst she was distracted again he made another attack, this time cutting sideways across Jo's abdomen, in one quick swipe of his razor sharp blade. Jo froze, gaping in wide eyed shock as she watched the knife slash right through her belly, cutting her open from hip to hip. This time the gash was both deep and wide, and as the skin and muscle peeled apart, her belly opened up spilling her intestines once more. Jo tried again to catch her entrails as they rapidly tumbled and slipped their way towards the floor a second time. Her hands clasped at her bloody paunch but the wound was too wide for her to hold together, and her intestines were quickly sliding down her legs and spooling up on the carpet. Her bowels weren't so lucky this time and the knife had slit open the upper part of her small intestine in two places, Jo could feel the warm, undigested fluids gushing from her gut and squirting between her fingers as she groped at the slippery mass of entrails.
Navel Surgery Fantasy
By: Piopa
My victim lies before me, she is tied with hands over her head and her lovely belly is exposed and heaving as she struggles to escape. I am not a real doctor but I am going to operate on her anyway. My instruments are next to the slab on which she struggles, I keep them dull because I want my victim to feel every cut. I am going to perform an operation on her belly. I am going to remove her navel while she squirms and screams. I select my instrument, a nasty looking corkscrew which I will use to rip her bellybutton out of her stomach. I make sure she sees the tool I will use for her surgery. Her eyes widen and she begs me not hurt her. Her navel is beautiful and it heaves with her stomach as she breathes heavily. I put the point of the corkscrew in the center of her navel and she flinches, her struggles increase but it is useless, there is no escape. She screams as I twist the tool once savagely. The tip barely penetrates the center of her bellybutton and her skin twists around her navel. She continues to beg me to stop hurting her but I give my instrument another twist and another. Her screams assault my ears and I enjoy hearing her pain. I continue to turn the corkscrew until it is completely sunken into her navel. The first part of her surgery is done but the real pain is about to come. She glances down at her abdomen to see the tool protruding from her bellybutton. "Please," she pleads, "don't hurt my bellybutton anymore." I tell her the best is yet to come and then I grab the handle of the corkscrew and give it a hard yank. There is a squishing sound as her navel is partially removed. She screams and her back arches with the intense pain. Her navel now protrudes slightly but the corkscrew is still firmly embedded. One more hard yank is all it will take but I want to take my time. I grasp the handle again and slowly begin to pull the tool from her navel. She is screaming and struggling and squirming as I slowly pull it out. It takes all my strength but eventually there is a ripping sound that can be heard above the sound of her screams and the corkscrew comes free. I am holding her bloody navel impaled on the corkscrew in my hand. There is a gaping bloody hole in her belly where her navel used to be through which I can see right into her stomach. She is not dead yet, it will take her a long time to die as she bleeds from her ruined tummy. This particular
fantasy really turns me on. Anybody else have any fantasies about how to torture a pretty girls belly?
Lisa blinked her eyes as she woke up and tried to focus on the room around
here. I must have passed out she thought. A stinging pain in her left
breast suddenly brought terrifying memories of the previous night rushing
back to her. Images flashed through her mind. Sensations of her clothes
being ripped away, being pulled to the whipping post by her long blonde
hair, then ropes on her wrists and ankles. She looked down and saw that
she still had red welts on her skin. Why did I bother to struggle she
thought. All it did was make the ropes hurt more, and seemed to make the
men whip her stomach and breasts even harder. More memories, the horrible
pain from the instruments used on her body. She could clearly remember
watching as the two men brought out the long hypodermic needles and laid
them on the table near the post she was bound to. And that electrical
thing. How the wires had been clamped to her cunt-lips, the steel probe
shoved up her ass, and how all of the muscles in her young strong body
convulsed when they pressed on the red button. She dreaded the red button.
But she was most frightened by the needles. Long needles. At least 4
inches. And how the men forced her to watch while one of them pulled on
her nipple to stretch out her breast and the other put the sharp tip of
the needle on top of her tit, in the thickest area near her chest, and
pushed the steel shaft into her firm tit until the tip stuck out the
bottom. She watched as at least 10 needles were thrust into each breast or
nipple. Each one passing all the way through except the last which the men
pushed only halfway in, then sucked on the end of needle to sip blood from
her firm tits. She looked at her breasts. There were many small puncture
wounds.
Oh, so you're awake now are you. Lisa jumped at the sound of the voice
behind her. She also discovered that she was still attached to the post by
a chain around her waist. Although she was still nude it was warm in the
concrete walled room. You're up just in time. We have been preparing our
next little experiment for you. The men approached her with two syringes.
One was filled with a white fluid. the other with a clear liquid. They
proceeded to bind her securely to the post again. This time they set up a
video camera to tape the fun they would have with her. Have you ever seen
what happens when you mix baking soda and vinegar my dear, one of the men
asked. Watch this he said. He poured a small amount of vinegar into a
glass containing about a tablespoon of baking soda. The reaction was quick
and violent. The mixture began to foam and expand at an amazing rate, soon
the glass was overflowing with white foam and it spilled on the table. The
men then explained that one of the syringes contained a thick mixture of
baking soda and water. The other contained vinegar. The man on the right
grabbed Lisa's right nipple and pulled it out slightly. The other man
quickly injected the baking soda and water mixture into the center of the
breast. Lisa could feel a slight swelling from the injection but that was
all. Suddenly it became clear to Lisa what they were going to do to her.
She begged them not to inject the vinegar in her. She promised to suck
their cocks or let them whip her. They laughed when she said "let them"
whip her. As if you have any choice my little cutie one of them said. They
both took off their clothes now while Lisa continued to beg them not to
torture her breast. Both men had big hard-ons and were rubbing them as the
vinegar needle was slowly pressed against her pretty skin. The man on the
right pressed a piece of duct tape over Lisa's pretty young lips. Her eyes
were wide with terror as the needle slid in her tit. The man placed the
tip of the needle directly in the middle of the pool of soda he had
injected in her a few minutes ago, then he depressed the plunger on the
syringe, injecting the vinegar into the baking soda in her breast. He
extracted the needle quickly and both men jacked their cocks hard as they
watched Lisa's torture. Immediately her breast began to swell. It became
huge. At least twice it's original D cup size. The flesh stretched and Lisa
tried to scream through her gag and her sexy body shuddered against the
post she was bound to. The breast continued to swell, stretched until the
nipple was pulled out flat. The men laughed as the white foam began to
leak out some of the holes they had made in her tit the night before. They
ripped the tape off her mouth to hear her pretty screams. Lisa was unable
to form any words, only guttural moans and screams. Saliva dripped from
her lips. The men decided to relieve her pain for now. They thrust about
20 needles into her breast. The foam shot out through the hollow needles
and the swelling began to recede.
Lisa hung her head. Exhausted from the ordeal. She saw their cocks still
hard and feared the worst. Looking up she saw them approaching with a an
air hose like she had seen at gas stations. But the hose had a needle
mounted on the end. She saw that their cocks were harder than ever as they
stood in front of her left breast....
"That should be enough torture for one day. While Vignettes are fun to read, they just don't compare with a kick ass story. Its just amazing how important a good ending, Until next time SEE YA!"
-RIP