Posted by Sawney Beane on May 14, 2006 at 23:14:15:
The Collected Works of Sawney Beane: Volume #21
TOGETHERNESS
by Sawney Beane
8 March 1995
1,858 words
DISTRIBUTION NOTICE and DISCLAIMER: Sawney Beane requests that any distribution of this work of fiction remain within the realm of social responsibility. This story is suitable neither for minors nor for the seeming majority of adults who have difficulty distinguishing fantasy from reality. It is pure fantasy, which means that, for whatever reason, someone has found it interesting to think about the events depicted herein. It does not in any way mean that the author would like to see this fantasy become reality, so if you are the type of person who might be swayed into doing something irrational by reading a work of fiction, the author respectfully requests that you decline to read further.
ABOUT THE AUTHOR: Sawney Beane, originally a native of Edinburgh, lived for twenty-five years in a cave on the coast of County Galloway, subsisting on the flesh of unfortunate travellers, roughly a thousand of them all told. He and his wife raised a large family of eight sons, six daughters, eighteen grandsons, and fourteen granddaughters. Eventually, the family was captured, and the whole lot was brutally and unjustifiably tortured and executed without trial. Since his death in the early 17th century, Beane has reformed his ways and now confines his atrocities to his literary endeavours.
WARNING: This story contains scenes of non-consensual male and female snuff and is much more brutal than most of Sawney Beane's work. If you find such things offensive, please steer clear; you have been warned.
AUTHOR'S NOTES: Sometimes I surprise even myself. Not one of my favourites.
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He'd just gotten into his car to begin the short drive home when a gruff voice from the back seat forced every muscle in his body to grow painfully rigid. He obeyed the voice's command to move to the passenger seat. Meanwhile, a second man emerged from the bushes and slid behind the wheel. The man in the back struck his head with a blunt object, and everything went dark.
When he regained consciousness, he squinted in the darkness. An excruciating headache pounded in his temples. Eventually, his eyes adjusted enough to make out several dark-clad figures moving about the room. When it was noticed that he was awake, commands were issued, and he was dragged to the centre of the dimly lit room and pushed roughly to the floor. He fell flat on his face and realized that his wrists were handcuffed behind him.
He rose to his knees and had a slightly better view of his surroundings. His tormentors were five in number. All of them were dressed in heavy black robes with hoods that shadowed their faces. A large, seemingly authoritative, hooded figure stood just in front of him and spoke with a gravelly growl, "Welcome, my friend, so glad you could join us."
He tried to reply but discovered that his mouth was filled with a wad of foul-tasting cloth. "It's time to get you ready for an enjoyable evening," said the leader with a tiny chuckle.
Three of the subordinate captors held him down while the fourth cut his clothing to shreds with a large pair of scissors. The tattered remnants of his best suit and tie were tossed into a corner, and he was brought roughly to his feet. The cool room became immediately less comfortable. A slight breeze tormented his nudity. His struggles won him a painful punch in the stomach.
"Ah, but I've forgotten to introduce you to your mate," said the leader, "I've a feeling you two will become quite close in the near future. Quite a looker isn't she!"
One of the subordinates trotted into a dark corner and returned with a leash in his hand. The other end was attached to the neck of a sobbing girl. He saw that she was afflicted with a gag similar to his own and had her arms handcuffed behind her as well. She was completely nude and very beautiful. Long brown hair cascaded over pale shoulders and brushed against a pair of large breasts. Her perfect tall figure and gorgeous face caused him an embarrassing erection. Unfortunately, his penis failed to notice the gravity of his situation, but he had greater worries.
The young woman was brought to stand a few feet in front of him. She looked at him with pathetic eyes, and he surmised that she had come to be here much as he himself had. At this closer range, he noticed that both of her nipples were pierced by heavy steel rings. The redness around them and an occasional drop of blood indicated that these adornments had been foisted upon her recently and none too gently.
The leader minded the girl's leash while, without warning, the four subordinates held their male victim firmly and shoved thick needles through his nipples. Pain shot through his body, but his scream ended in his gag. Before he realized what was happening, he found his nipples connected to those of the beautiful girl by means of her two steel rings. The contact aroused him despite himself. The girl seemed as shocked as he was. The captors lost no time in attaching their victim's wrists and ankles by means of four sets of handcuffs. He found himself bound to each of her limbs. Any movements either of them dared to make jerked both of their nipples painfully.
"This is getting interesting," laughed the leader. "Time for your first kiss, my dears."
The captors efficiently removed their gags. The girl's whimpering became more audible. He protested in as many words as he could find but was ignored. He tried to comfort the girl. "I'm sorry this is happening to you," he said lamely.
"It's not your fault," she replied between sobs. He feared that she had been subjected to many horrors before he had arrived.
"We'll make it a French kiss, shall we?" said the leader. "Please stick out your tongues, my darlings."
Both victims refused this order, but to no avail. They soon found themselves with pierced tongues connected by another steel ring. They were forced to tilt their heads and lock their lips at a right angle.
The leader of the captors laughed with glee. "Splendid, splendid, let's keep this for posterity."
The subordinates produced needles and thread and stitched together their captive's lips. Struggle was futile and painful. She and he became sealed in a permanent kiss. Breathing suddenly became a challenge, and he completely lost track of his headache.
"What do you think of this?" inquired the leader mockingly.
The leader personally clipped a clothespin to the girl's petite nose. She began to panic, and her struggles brought both of them a fresh wave of pain. He had to nearly hyperventilate to keep her from suffocating. It took a while to get a proper rhythm of inhaling through his nose, quickly exhaling through his mouth, receiving her exhalation in his mouth, and exhaling through his nose. Even that was not enough for her. She was quite blue when the leader removed the clothespin.
"I'm not ready for you to die just yet, my darling," said the leader of this incredible gang. "Now it gets interesting. You'll like this part."
A mattress was produced, and the merged victims were laid upon it. She was on her back, and he was on top of her. Fortunately for her, he was a fairly small man.
The tormentors pulled apart the legs of their victims and began to apply a thick liquid to the genitals of the helpless. One man coated her vagina with viscous fluid, while another coated his unintentionally erect penis with a fluid from a separate vial.
He was forced to insert into her, and a few well-placed kicks convinced him to move his penis rhythmically in and out. He tried to look at her apologetically and saw that her eyes showed that she did not hold him responsible for the immense pain she was experiencing. It was grossly ironic, since she was a girl that he would be thrilled to do this with under more pleasant circumstances.
After a few minutes of forced intercourse, he found it painful to move in her. But a few more kicks kept him going until the pain in his genitals was greater than that in his bruised ribs. His and hers screams of agony collided near joined tongues.
The leader giggles childishly. "Epoxy is such an interesting toy, isn't it my dears?"
He realized that this intercourse would never be terminated without causing both of them irreparable damage. Her mournful brown eyes revealed that she was aware of this as well.
They were dragged painfully to their feet and prodded into the centre of the room. An overhead rope was tied to their handcuffs and drawn taut to pull their four wrists above their heads. They both had to stand on the tips of their toes. The pain was almost unbearable.
They noticed over each other's shoulders that men with bullwhips were preparing for action. The captors took turns striking alternately his and her back with the whips. Each strike caused its recipient to writhe in pain, which transmitted the pain to the other captive. This continued for some time. Both victims passed out more than once. They were revived with cold water as the punishment continued. The leader cackled maniacally.
When this phase of the torture was over, two of the subordinate captors showed their victims a pair of 8 inch long lubricated steel rods. The leader asked unnecessarily if his captives could guess what they were for. They both caught on and gasped causing a vacuum in each other's mouths. He noticed with special fear the flared design of the rods that would prevent them from being easily removed once inserted into the only remaining unoccupied orifice in his anatomy.
The cold steel rods were shoved simultaneously into the two victim's anuses. The pain and cold startled them and caused a painful recoil. "I bet you two would like to be alone for a while," suggested the leader as he and his subordinates exited the room abruptly and shut off the dim light. They were left alone like that for nearly an hour. Their arms, pulled toward the ceiling, ached magnificently as did their distended toes. The three connecting rings and epoxied genitals sent sharp sensations with every movement. And the anal dildoes irritated their insides, while the red welts from the whips irritated their outside. Eventually, their tormentors returned.
The leader was feeling conversational. "I suppose you two are not very happy about this. I bet you wonder why you are here...what you have done to deserve such abuse. Don't you?" The feeble victims couldn't even nod, but the leader continued anyway, "Well, I'll tell you: nothing. You were in the wrong places at the wrong times. All I can say is 'life's not fair', but that need not trouble you two too much. You haven't much life left."
The girl emitted a soft whimper, but his numb mind accepted this announcement of impending death as a reasonably positive suggestion. It certainly could not be worse than his current pain.
Two of the subordinates attached wires to the external ends of the anal dildoes. A transformer accepted the other ends of the wires, and he realized that the means of death would be electrocution.
"Well, I've enjoyed our acquaintance," said the leader, "but you time is coming to a close. Have a nice journey to the other side, my dears. I'll not apologize for my maltreatment of you, since it would be insincere. The best I can say is that I deeply appreciate your participation, however involuntary it may have been. I'll not soon forget our fun." With that, he turned a dial slightly.
The male victim felt a tingling sensation in his penis and rectum. His tongue began to feel like he was licking a 9-volt battery. Her eyes widened in fear. A few minutes later, the leader turned it up slightly more. The irritation began to turn into pain, and the current was forcing them to twitch and jerk against their delicate bonds.
A few increments later, her eyes were closed, and she was moaning in agony. His eyelids grew heavy and closed. A great darkness beckoned. As the darkness approached, his pain began to fade. Another increment went nearly unnoticed. The darkness was almost complete. He could feel her body still twitching but she made no further sounds, and his last thought was to wonder if she was still alive. Then the pain became very distant, and the darkness accepted him into its comforting arms. The horrible game was at an end. The still-twitching bodies were unoccupied.