Veronica\'s Destruction

Chapter 5

“Say moo little cow.”

Jamie was too close to his coming orgasm to play such games.  He knelt on all fours on the coffin sized crate.  His white blouse was open, causing his small breasts to hang under him along with his blond pigtails.  He couldn’t remember where his pretty white-pink panties were anymore. The only thing Jamie cared about was the sensation of his sister’s hand and tongue milking his bulging cock.

Jemma lifted her brother’s skirt up onto his lower back as she wanked his meat.  She pressed her mouth against his sore butthole and lapped the last of the blood from it.  She had her brother’s cock pulled out backwards between his legs and played at milking him.

The sound of whimpering announced Jamie’s imminent explosion.  Jemma pulled down on his dick, hard, and pressed it into the opening of a wide white funnel.  Jamie continued to cry out as Jemma played with his hairless balls and rimmed his asshole.  She knew her brother was tired, but she wanted to get every drop of milk for the bitch in the box.

The hot clear cum dribbled down the funnel, down the tube and dripped into Veronica’s mouth.  She welcomed fresh cum and piss.  Her first meal, after being sealed in one of her own bitch packing crates was the contents of Jemma’s stomach.  The horrid meal had now been thrice eaten and twice vomited.  Jemma had sat on the crate, once more in her schoolgirl outfit, with her legs played wide open.  She had alternated between spooning the chundery filth into the funnel and covering the precious nostril tubes with her hot pussy.  She was extra careful not to drip into the breathing tubes.  If Veronica died in the box, she and her brother would be snuff meat for sure.

The funnel lead down a tube, through a penis gag and into Veronica’s painfully gaping mouth.  After the vomit came freshly blended bowel stuffing.  Jamie and Jemma had given each other enemas.  One of milk and one of pig’s blood.  They had listened to Veronica’s unintelligible screams, as they poured the chunky liquid down her gullet, trying to decide which she liked more.

*Beep beep beep*                 *Beep beep beep*

“Thank god.”  Jemma sighed, resting her head on her brother’s smooth hairless bottom.

They had been tasked with watching over the box and monitoring Veronica’s vitals.  Effectively they had been trapped along side her for almost 30 hours now.  Jemma smiled, remembering how Veronica had struggled and screamed as she was dressed and packed away, just like all the women she had smuggled here.  Jemma had never travelled by crate before, but she knew there was one in storage fitted for a little girl.  That just proved to her that Veronica was a sick bitch not worthy of one moment’s compassion.

Still, some food would have been nice.  Especially after the induced vomiting and the enema, the twins were left hungry.  They had done their best to pass the time by kissing and touching one another.  They would fuck too, but mostly they would just talk.  They didn’t get to spend much time together, and despite the hunger and spartan condition of the cell, it was something of a holiday.

The whine of an electric drill filled the cell.  Jamie pulled the screws, and the twins threw the well crafted wooden lid to the floor.  Jemma smiled again and hugged her brother as they looked down on their bound former mistress.  Both cherubs were tired and dirty, their girly makeup in ruins. 

Veronica’s great pale breasts heaved, as she struggled to draw in each and every life sustaining breath.  Her neck was strangulated by a thick black leather collar; her waist crushed by an unrelentingly tight black corset. 

Veronica’s head was covered by a thick rubber hood.  From it came the breathing tubes up her nose, and the end of the hard plastic phallus that filled her mouth.  From the back of the hood came a bundle of colourful wires.  Some powered the random electric shocks she had been suffering for more than a day; others streamed audio and video into the helmet. 

Thirty hours worth of porn and horror, complete with subliminal messages, had flashed before her unclosing eyes.  Much of it was bestiality and animal sex.  Despite her imprisonment Veronica enjoyed the film as much as when she had first made it.  She enjoyed watching as a large black dog pulled the too young girl it was knotted to around the floor of their cell.  There were hours of footage of women taking horses into their mouths and other holes, including The Vampire and the twin’s mother, Angel.  One scene not of Veronica’s making, but one of her favourite, showed a blond mother and daughter on stage before a packed crowd, struggling to support the weight of the giant pigs fucking them. 

Jemma ran a hand across Veronica’s shuddering breasts and said “She looks good stretched out like that.”

Her arms were folded behind her head and trapped in leather.  They were connected to the end of the box.  Her feet were trapped in black ballet boots and caught firm at the other end of the box.  Veronica was pulled taut.  A triangle under her lower back forced her pelvis high, and a series of pyramids under her upper back dug into her painfully. 

Between her spread legs emerged the ends of the massive shafts buried in Veronica’s innards.  The cocks had been lovingly modelled on real horse cocks, and it was the pinnacle of Jemma’s pathetic existence to watch Veronica unaided, and with too little lubricant, struggle to plug herself with them.  In the end, Veronica had required help, both to hold her down and to force the cocks deep into her tight holes.

Jemma picked up a digital camera and began filming the torturous predicament, while her brother released her corset.  He cut the laces off, and the waist cincher almost exploded from her body.  Her stomach now swelled noticeably, and was covered in bleeding pin pricks from the sadistic lingerie. 

“I bet she would like to take a piss.”  Jamie remarked, as he took hold of the catheter dangling from Veronica’s piss hole.  Wanking the tube got an immediate reaction from Veronica as her screams poured forth from the feeding tube.  Upon opening the pipe, a steady flow of piss flushed from Veronica into the base of the box.  Her moans were exultant as she was at last on the way to relief, until Jamie closed the valve again. 

Jamie carefully deflated the tubes invading Veronica’s nostrils, and the penis gag filling her mouth.  Even after withdrawing the cock, Veronica’s mouth hung open.  She tried to close it, but after thirty hours of being spread around the thick toy, her jaw wouldn’t cooperate. 

Unclasping and throwing off the headset, the twins pulled their former tormentor from the box and dumped her unceremoniously to the cold stone floor.  Veronica’s eyes were wild and unfocused.  She had been awake for well over 48 hours, not counting any brief moments of respite she managed in the box.  The video and audio played faster than normal, to help confuse the victims sense of time.  Some people never recovered from their stay in the box. 

Shipping had almost killed one inmate, a busty blond Girl Scout troop leader who liked little girls and tying knots more than was healthy.  Her shipment had been delayed for two weeks and she was barely alive when the box finally arrived, having long since drank her piss ration.  Her mind never bounced back, and Veronica grew tired of her quickly.  After nursing her back to physical health, Veronica had her buried in the box.  In theory her nose tubes could reach air and she got watered whenever it rained.  Maybe she was still alive; it had only been two or three years.

“Say hi to the camera.”

As Veronica struggled to focus on the child filming her, Jamie squatted down on his black and tartan high heels, one on either side of Veronica’s head.  She tried to speak, but only managed nonsense sounds.  Jamie lifted his short skirt with one hand, and guided his semi erect penis into her mouth with the other.  He let it rest inside her warm wet hole for a moment while he massaged her shaven head.  Veronica had cried when Jemma had shaved her magnificent hair down to a fine auburn stubble.  Jamie noted how the once hidden skin of her scalp was the same milky white colour as the rest of her body.  Jamie didn’t have an orgasm left in his body, but he still felt like fucking his mistress’ skull for awhile. 

“Get a shot of her cunt when I unplug it.”

Sighing, Jamie took the camera from his sister and turned around to capture the moment her removing the cocks buried deep in Veronica’s fuck holes.  Jemma knelt between Veronica’s gently spread legs and pushed them out wide, without resistance.  On the exposed end of each monster dildo was set a sturdy ring.  Jemma took hold of the ring of Veronica’s cunt plug and pulled hard.  After a moment of straining against her innards friction, the cock came loose.  Jemma, still kneeling, fell backwards.  She heard a series of sickening squelches as the gapping vagina coughed up a load of trapped cum and unidentifiable goo, all over Jemma chest and face.  Jemma could see a thick white pool begin to form under Veronica’s butt.

Stripping off her dirty schoolgirl outfit, Jemma repositioned herself over Veronica’s stomach and awkwardly tried to pull the anal invader out and away from her.  She was unsuccessful.  Jemma felt her brother’s hands on her skin; he moved and turned her again so she faced the leaking hole.  Jamie rolled the unmoving bitch over, revealing her still welted ass and bleeding back.  Sitting again behind his sister, Jamie placed one of his hands over hers, and moved them to the ring at the end of the horse dildo crammed up Veronica’s ass.

Jemma pulled on the ring.  Jamie, still filming, helped by forcing his sister’s mouth open.  When the cock finally tore free Jemma was showered with liquid shit and more than a little cum.  Jemma tried to rise, but Jamie pushed her small body down towards Veronica’s oozing holes.  He thrust her filthy angelic face into Veronica’s dripping snatch as he opened the valve on her catheter once more.  Jemma eagerly took in a mouthful of the foul old piss.  She swished it around and spat it onto the floor.

“We serve.  We swallow.”  Jamie reminded his twin sister, as he pulled her back and forced her face into Veronica’s distended anus.  Jamie then let her return to the flowing stream of urine.  She soaked her pretty blond hair as she sought to clean her face.  Swallowing mouthfuls of the stagnant brew did little for the taste in her mouth. 

Jemma felt her brother press his member against her young, professionally trained, sphincter.  He entered her roughly, aided only by the dribbling juice at the tip of his spear.  Jamie buried himself quickly to the hit in his sister’s hot ass.  He roughly grabbed her wet pigtails, and guided her face and tongue.  They were supposed to clean Veronica’s cunt and ass, and even had a hose to aid with the job, but this was more fun, for all involved.

“You are supposed to be filming her.”  Jemma had turned her head; her face was slick with slut cream. 

Jamie had indeed been filming his sister’s very fine ass.  Now he lifted the camera and tried to catch any facial expressions from Veronica ass her distended holes were thoroughly tongue fucked.  Once Jemma was lost in her dutiful licking, Jamie let go of her hair and hugged gently her around the middle.  He felt so at home inside her.  She was his first fuck, and his only love.  Sometimes, Jamie wished he was a girl, just so he could be closer to his sister.  Still, he though as he hammered her tight rear, the lowliest of dicks carried a certain weight of respect in this place.  Oh, and they could be awful fun.

Jamie heard a strange squelching noise.  He brought his camera focus down and found Jemma sticking her fist and arm deep into Veronica’s leaking cunt.  

“Damn.”  Jamie said as he pulled out of his sister’s ass.  “I better get the doughnuts.”

Jamie left his sister to lap up the last of the mess, while he went and fetched the required tools for the next step of Veronica’s unpacking.  The doughnuts were kind of like speculums.  It was no mystery how they earned their name.  They were round with a hole in the middle.  The indent running around the outside curve made each look somewhat more like a stack of two doughnuts.

Jamie pressed the first of the pink plastic doughnuts into Veronica’s gapping pussy.  Holding it steady at the opening, Jamie used a special key to open the device wider and wider.  As the device grew outwards, Veronica’s vaginal sphincter was caught in between the two doughnuts.  The device held itself in place, and conspired to keep her vaginal muscles from retracting.  The intentional smooth design would still allow someone to fuck her distended holes.

Jemma stood, filming the action and fingering her bald pussy.

“…. Please….”  Veronica begged feebly. 

“Oh no, we will have none of that.”  Jemma scolded her, wagging a finger seriously.

Veronica was still unable to mount a struggle when Jamie returned with a pink ring gag and quickly fastened it around her, almost, bald head.  The gag was not as oversized as the tools stretching her fuck holes.  No one wanted to do any permanent damage to her jaws.  Not yet anyway.

“You would think she would be full of energy after laying there for so long.”  Jemma remarked.

“Yeah thirty hours isn’t that long.  It’s not like she was bent over backwards or anything.  Let’s get her up.”

Jemma had finished hosing out Veronica’s open pink holes and helped her brother get the abused woman to her feet.  Veronica struggled to stand in the ballet boots.  She was normally extremely graceful in them.  Veronica would wear them while sitting in her office, or walking around her expensive apartment.  Now she struggled to even stand, and would have fell if not for Jamie holding her up by fistfuls of her breasts.

As she concentrated on standing, Veronica felt her mind return.  It was like waking up after a deep sleep, and a nightmare filled one at that.  Veronica reached down and slipped her fingers into her dripping cunny.

“Wmaa maah haaa.”  She moaned unintelligibly.

“Yes.  Those are the doughnuts you made for that cock hungry socialite you caught last year.  How does it feel?”

Veronica’s eyes filled with fat juicy tears and she blubbed piteously.  She felt like she was giving birth and forcing out the most monstrous turd imaginable. 

The woman in question had been a quasi celebrity.  She was famous because she was famous.  When she wasn’t flashing her cunt, she was being caught on camera sucking cock.  She never claimed to be anything grand, but Veronica had taken exception to her flaunting her loose ways in the mainstream.  Veronica was big on modesty.  She loved to watch a well dressed professional woman deny herself pleasure even when her body screamed for it.  The stripping away of modesty was one of her hobbies.  For this reason, the cherubs all came from decent families.  Even those born down in the stables were farmed out to good homes for the first twelve years of their life. 

Loosey, as the blond bimbo had come to be known, was the first woman Veronica had used in her stretching experiments.  Thanks to the doughnuts and other toys, she stretched her cunt and ass wide, until even a fisting wouldn’t register.  Thanks to modern medicine, she had the girl put back together again just so begin anew.

“Oh.  Well then you may want to keep your eyes shut for this.”  Jemma added.  She now wore only her short white socks and a pair of mail gloves.  In her hands she held several long metal chains, each studded with roselike thorns.  The dangling section of the chains held an assortment of objects, from cow bells to anchors, while the other end was a mass of fish hooks.  Cruelly barbed fish hooks.

Veronica lurched backwards from the mass of metal, but Jamie caught her fast.

“I guarantee this will hurt a lot more if you struggle.  You don’t want me to tear anything off by accident do you?”

Jamie stood behind Veronica, holding tight to her hips.  Veronica dripped fresh drool onto her heaving bosom as Jemma dug in the first series of hooks into the pale bouncy flesh.  Even Jamie cringed at the sound of the barbed hook piercing skin.  Veronica shook in place, but otherwise took it like a pro.  Two more hooks into her breast and the first of the seven chains was done.  Jemma let go of the chain and it swung down against Veronica’s pale flesh, stabbing at it with its unforgiving thorns. 

Three chains now hung from each of Veronica’s bleeding fuck jugs.  Jemma was very careful when attacking the last chain’s hooks; One into each of her swollen labia, and the last through Veronica’s clitoris itself.  Veronica bucked like a wounded animal as the wide tip cut through her most sensitive nub of flesh.

Jemma stepped back and slapped the shinny glove together.  Veronica dripped uncontrollably from every orifice.  The Vampire had been the first of the inmates to wear the welcoming chains, and they were even more painful than Veronica had expected.  Every sip of air coming through the strict collar caused her breasts to jump, and with each jump the hooks pulled at them.  Testing, Veronica threw her breasts up and let them slap down against her chest.  The pain was excruciating and she was forced to lean on her boy bitch.  Each hook drank of her blood and Veronica could almost hear it pitter patter onto the floor.  Or maybe that was her hot sex pouring forth.

“March!”  Jamie ordered, with the snap of a cane.  The cane smashed into Veronica’s naked bottom, opening its skin.

Standing tall, Veronica surged forward on her ballet boots.  After two steps, the taut spiky chains dug painfully into the flesh of her abdomen and genitals.  She paused as fresh pain rolled up through her tingling body.  This time the cane fell across her shoulders and Veronica fell to a knee. 

“Move!”

Veronica rose and pushed forward.  The dangling chains were festooned with small bells, and her passage was loud and joyous.  Veronica hobbled forward in a bent knee squat.  The friction from the dragging chains slowed her passage.  For every foot she dragged them, her breasts and crotch paid a price.

Veronica had never attached so many chains to one of her charges, certainly not when they were mint out of the box.  The chains were her own invention; one Veronica had been pleased with, though she used them sparingly.  Never before had she felt the agony of the hooks tearing at the innards of her soft mammaries. 

Even as the pain threatened to overwhelm her senses completely, Veronica gave her breasts a deliberate jiggle.  She needed this.  There was only three ways for a mind to handle the horrors forthcoming: madness, hardening or breaking.  Some inmates went mad and enjoyed the blessed sleep of lunacy; others had their edges burnt away until only a hard core remained, unmoving and unrepentant.  Finally, some were broken down utterly, until they could see the pieces of their life scattered on the floor about them.  From here the reborn could start fresh, without their past burdens.

Veronica had punished a lot of women in her short life.  Most had been bad people, some had not, but none had deserved their fates at her hands.  Veronica felt as if she had taken these wicked women’s sins upon herself, but now the burden was too great.  Veronica would accept madness as an alternative, and she prayed her own machine would break her down, she would be reborn, free of her guilt, doomed to suffer in this place for the rest of her life.  Even now, as her gapping holes ached and dripped bodily effluence on the floor, even as the hooks and chains mutilated her skin, Veronica considered the possibility she would not break.  The Vampire had not been broken, she had fucked every animal on the farm a dozen times over, she had been battered and cut open and yet she was still capable of killing an innocent child with her hands and teeth.  This was the way out.  The only way Veronica would walk out of this place was after the last of her humanity had been cast aside.

Beyond the doorway waited a flight of stairs.  With gentle urging from Jamie’s whip, Veronica started her slow ascent into the waiting light.  To her addled mind, the glow at the top of the stairs was so much more than just the sun waiting to burn her naked pale flesh.  The weights caught on the steps as often as not, and would pull Veronica to a sudden stop.  The chains sawed at the skin between her bloated sex lips and her soft inner thighs.  By the time she reached the top of the stairs, Veronica was crawling on all fours like a beast.  With each movement she leaked; saliva, blood, shit and excitement.  With each kiss of the cane, she remembered that of the vast menagerie of women to come up these stairs, she alone had asked to be here. 

“A quick tour of the grounds, then its straight to the stables and ‘day one’ can really start.”