This post is in the CRUELTIES category. Don’t read it.
This is Dolcett themed, with impending snuff, although it’s mostly psychological, and there’s no cannibalism, not even implied. You have been warned.
Picture: Sherry and Jim, Jim holding a pool-cue Click here to reveal.
“Jim … are you really going to…? You know … me … with … with the pool cue?”
“Yes, darling, in an hour or two after we’ve all had fun getting you hysterical, raping you and ruining your tits.”
“But … but you said you’d not do it before … before you were tired of me. Are you … are you really tired of me? I can … I can do more? I’d … I’d like to do more— you … you were going to brand me, put a big ring through my pussy …”
“No, darling, I’m not tired of you, and truthfully, you do so much already, you’re almost perfect. I’m not tired of you at all— you don’t need to worry about that.”
“It’s just, all the gang is here, and some of them have never seen it done, and I lost a bet with Nigel last week which I really should not have taken. He offered Jenny against my Mustang, and I really, really want her. And … well … he is such a good bluffer; he’d double bluffed me— made me think he had nothing more than a pair and some hope, so I said Hell yeah!”
“The thing is, you know what a long time I spent, how hard I worked, and sooo much fucking money too, restoring the Mustang, while on the other hand I can get another girl like you down the club anytime. Nigel was a real sport about the swap-around, to be honest, so look after him extra special tonight, will you?”
Sherry cannot speak for the longest while, until, greatly daring, desperate, she turns her head to look up into his face, her eyes round with fear and helpless soft surrender;
“Yes … yes, of course I’ll … look after Nigel, as best I can, and …”
She shakes herself a little, takes charge of herself with a determined little shimmy; It’s not as if you didn’t know this day was coming, silly girl; you owe him better than this!
“Thank you, Jim, for explaining. You didn’t have to, but you are always so kind with me, so gentle and forbearing; it’s your right, of course, anytime, and … and it’s the proper way for me to … to go, and … and I just want to say that I’m so grateful to you for … for everything. I’ll … I’ll really try to … to go off nicely for you. There’s pies and … oh, lots of things in the freezer, and I should tell you that I’ve been watching how that Mary’s eyes follow you at the club; she’s yours for the asking, I’m sure of it; I was like that for months before you noticed me, and .. oh Jim, I can’t thank you enough; you’ve .. you’ve been the perfect man for me, the perfect man to me.”
“Good girl— Mary’s that cute young blondie with the perky tits who just started advertising herself with that septum ring, right? Maybe I’ll give her a chance.”
“Anyway, I was saying— Merle has brought his garrotte; we’ll take you to the brink a few times with that while we do your tits— I bought a whole box of fat Havanas. Then I’ll finish you off with this; we’ll calm you down a little, let you see what’s coming; maybe a few of the guys will have something left and do you one last time; we won’t rush— you’ll feel everything, I promise. It’ll be fun to take you through it— like with Sandra in the Spring, remember? And of course I’ll be in your ass as you go, feel you spasming and shaking your last; it’s my first time too you know? I’m really looking forward to it.”
“The happy part is, Nigel’s agreed to lend me Jenny for a couple weeks in any case— as long as it takes, actually, till I get a new piece, so, honestly, I came out a winner anyway!”
“Anyways, what am I doing, talking to a side of meat, hmmm?”
He grins at her, inviting her to share the joke, his face as free of doubt as if he were mildly teasing her about something innocent, and she manages to form her lips into the semblance of a smile, even as she is consumed by weakness and fear - just like that when she knows she is about to be whipped harshly, but about a hundred times more intense, so that she hardly knows how she can stay standing.
" Open wide, now, I’m gonna spray the stuff into your throat. You won’t be speaking anymore in this life— your lovely expressions will have to do. Look at the camera now Sherry, and stick your tits out— you’ll never be this pretty again."
“Sure thing Andy— be my guest once you’ve got a nice shot to remember her by; she can still scream, even if she can’t form words, so I want to hear from her— no sense holding back now, it’s RUINING TIME!”
Several other men, and a few of the girls, too, pick up the refrain amid loud, happy cheering and laughter; “IiiiiiiIT’S RUINING TIME!”
She tries to smile, but cannot quite achieve it, although, despite the strong trembling that has afflicted her, she presents her lush body as she has trained herself to do, in her abjectly willing and complete service to Jim.
The emotions inside her are raging, but there is also a strange— insane really— a strange sort of calm, a feeling of release, of freedom, alongside feelings of gratitude to Jim; really intense gratitude.
She is special at last; the girl who will be ended for their entertainment tonight— it will be me they’re all looking at, me that they talk about afterwards, the way they talk about Sandra, and Amy, before her. She knows she will be taken beyond all limits, beyond all capacity to control herself— that that’s what they want to see— that it’s their right and her fate— but she determines to make every effort she can to deliver on her promise to Jim— to go off nicely.
