The Rape of Fuki
Introduction:
Fuki gets turned into a horrendous tableau.
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Fuki stands in the middle of the room. A gorgeous example of prime Asian fuckmeat. Her dark hair goes down to the small of her back. Perfect b-cup snacks hang from her twenty something year old chest and her dark eyes shine big and bright. Her five-foot frame is thin but not bony.
It’s going to be delightful to destroy her in the prime of her life. She knows what to expect, but I doubt she’s truly mentally prepared for the things I’m about to do to her.
“Get on your knees,” I tell her.
“Yes, master” is her heavily accented reply. Her English isn’t perfect, but she understands it very well.
I walk up to her and grab her chin with my left hand. Her face is cute and small. It almost seems it could fit in my hand. I slap her, hard. The noise resonates throughout the room, foreshadowing what comes next.
The slap pushes her to the side and she moves her arms to guard her face against more blows. The playful coquette look is gone, replaced with fear. After a few seconds she sits straight up again and braces herself for more.
I raise my hand and hold it there for a few seconds. The anticipation makes it worse for her. Like a bird of prey swooping down to grab a small rodent, my hand comes down across her face.
A little cry erupts from her mouth. When she sits back up I can see the right side of her face has started turning red and her eyes are becoming teary. The tears make her even more beautiful.
I slap her again before she has time to compose herself. This time she falls to the ground in a fetal position. I kneel down over her and roughly pull an arm away with one hand while the other continues her torment. My slaps are quick now, less powerful than before but I don’t let up. Her cries are continuous and the tears are rolling down her perfect face.
I grow tired of this game and stop to catch my breath. She stays on the ground; her only movement the heaving of her chest from her choking sobs.
“Spread your legs.”
Despite her sobs she dutifully spreads her legs and grabs onto her thighs with her arms. Her shaved pussy is a study in symmetrical perfection. A delicate flower with almost nonexistent labia minora, and a light pink coloration. I kneel down and roughly shove two fingers in her still dry pussy. She makes a little yelping noise. I shove another two fingers from my other hand and start to pull her pussy open to see the silky pink treasures inside. She hates it.
I pull my fingers out and grab my cock. I slap her pussy with it a couple of times and then roughly plunge it in to my balls. She screams and releases her legs, freeing her arms to push me off. I spit on her face and slap her hard.
“Pull your legs back you stupid slut!”
She doesn’t and keeps trying to push me off. I pull out about eight inches of cock and then slam back down into her. She screams again and her shoving becomes more frantic. I grab her throat and start to squeeze, cutting off her breath. Simultaneously, I lift her head and smash it onto the floor. She claws at my hands and twists her body to knock me off. Her attempts to hamper me fail miserably. Those dark eyes display nothing but animal panic as her oxygen supply runs out. I keep squeezing.
She stops fighting and eventually her body is just spasming on the ground under me. She passes out completely shortly after that. I let go of her throat, pin down her arms with mine and start to fuck her slowly. Her pussy starts to get wet.
She regains consciousness after a few seconds, scared and confused. I start to slam down into her again, doing my best to rip her pussy open with my cock.
As I pound her cunt into oblivion I yell, “You fucking worthless piece of shit! This is all you’re good for! You chink cunt! Fuck you!”
I grab her legs and push all my weight down on her, forcing her legs down to the floor by her head. I ram back into her and I can feel my cock push against her cervix. Her screams start up again.
“That’s it, you fucking cunt, you stupid bimbo slut!”
My cock smashes back into her and I try to force my cockhead into her cervix. An impossible task, but the attempt is very painful for her. I start violently humping her, trying to irritate and stretch out her insides as much as possible.
I pull out from her pussy and stand back up. I kick her in the stomach, knocking the wind out of her and stopping her screams. Looking at my cock I notice streaks of red around the head and the top of my shaft. The irritation has been enough to make her bleed. I love it and it gives me an idea.
There’s a toilet brush I keep in my bag of terrors. I grab it and loom over Fuki. She sees it, realizes what’s coming and tries to crawl away.
I grab her hair and pull her towards me, flipping her so she’s facing me. I punch her face, causing it to violently snap to one side. While she’s dazed and recovering I quickly throw her legs apart with one hand and with the other violently shove the brush up her perfect, delicate pussy. Her scream is animalistic and panicked.
I vigorously move the brush in and out quickly, scrubbing out the filthy interior of her vagina.
“This is what disgusting trash gets Fuki. This is what you deserve.”
“No please, stop!” she yells repeatedly, “I can’t, I can’t!”
I rip the brush out of her. The end of the bristles are an angry red color. Throwing the brush away, I spread her pussy with my fingers again and lean in to look at the result. Her pussy is destroyed. On the outside her labia are swelling and irritated, while the inside looks like ground beef. Scraped and bleeding, her vaginal walls are raw with tiny shreds of tissue hanging everywhere. As I explore her pussy she lays still, whimpering.
Going back to my bag of barbarity I grab a pair of pliers, a mouth speculum, and a set of handcuffs. I kick her over onto her stomach and kneel down on top of her. I roughly grab her hands and handcuff them. This will be difficult and I can’t have her fighting back too much. I pick her up and throw her on the bed, then position her by pulling her by the hair so that her head is hanging off the edge of the bed. I jam the ends of the speculum into her mouth and compress the handles, forcing her mouth to open so wide her cheeks strain to adapt.
I inspect her teeth. They’re healthy, aligned, and clean; it’s obvious she took good care of them. Drool starts to spill out the side of Fuki’s mouth and she winces as she instinctively tries to close her mouth but can’t.
With the pliers I latch onto one of her incisors, and pull as hard as I can. There’s a lot of resistance, from the tooth and from Fuki, but after a few seconds the tooth rips out with a satisfying crack. A pathetic, broken sound escapes from Fuki’s throat. Blood starts coming out of her mouth and flows down into her eyes and then drips off her forehead onto the floor. I figure I need to rip out about sixteen teeth total to do what I need to.
Only fifteen more to go.
Sometimes she gives up, sometimes she fights, sometimes she pleads with the sound of words the mouth makes when it can’t move to shape them. Each time the result is the same. When I’m done I have a little pile of Fuki’s teeth on the floor and her face is covered with blood.
My cock is rock hard, so I release the speculum and stand near the edge of the bed and straddle her head. I grab her skull and force my cock into her mouth. It feels amazing. Her mouth and throat are slick with blood. Her instinct is to bite down but her smooth gums only heighten my pleasure.
I fuck her throat relentlessly. Forcing it as far down as I can. Eventually, I feel her puke rise up through her throat and surround my cock. I don’t pull out. Enjoying the sensation, I notice her body shaking as what little oxygen she was getting is completely cut off. I jack my cock back and forth in quick motions, not pulling out of her throat. Another retching sound erupts from her and I see her stomach violently lurch as more hot liquid hits my cock. I savor the sensations and leave my cock inside her for another ten seconds.
I finally pull out. Vomit spews out of her mouth under pressure like water from a hose and hits the floor and wall behind me like a projectile. She alternates between panicked screams and desperate attempts to breath, to get enough oxygen after having been cut off for so long.
Her voice, having changed substantially with no front teeth, is unrecognizable as she yells, “No more! No more!”
I ignore her pleas and stuff my dick back into her mouth. Using her face like a cunt is incredible. She continues to puke up huge amounts of slime and half-digested food, covering her face.
“You disgusting pig, look at you, you’re filthy.” I pull out for a moment and slap her face hard. I then shove my throbbing member back into her nasty, gasping fuckhole of a mouth and keep fucking.
I’m getting ready to cum. I pick her up again and throw her back onto the bed so that she’s bent over it with her ass against me with her legs dangling off the side.
“No please, no more, I can’t take anymore!” she screams.
Her words are nothing to me. I slap her ass, leaving a handprint. Spreading her ass cheeks, I grab my cock and start pressing against her pink asshole. The only lube is her puke and blood on my cock. With enough force my cock starts to go in. She grunts in pain when I finally push my cock head through. I hold there a few seconds and then roughly push all the way to the base. Feeling the pleasure building up in my balls I start to pound away as fast as I can. Her screams reach a new crescendo.
My orgasm is furious and intense as I cum deep into her ass. As I do I squeeze her ass cheeks with such force that my nails draw blood. I feel like a god when I pull out. Her asshole stays gaped open for a couple of seconds, having been fucked so hard it can’t settle back to it’s default shape.
I grab a wine glass I had left nearby for this purpose and put it under her asshole.
“Push it out.”
She clenches her muscles and a long groan of pain and effort leaves her destroyed mouth. Brown tinted semen discharges out of her ass into the wine glass with a sickening sound. It takes a couple of minutes but by the time I’m scooping the left-over cum from the sides of her legs the glass is nearly half full.
I place the glass aside and release the handcuffs from Fuki’s wrists. She slumps to the floor face down. I let her rest for a couple of minutes.
I sit down at a nearby leather chair and put the wine glass on a table next to me. The loudest sound in the room is the ticking from the clock.
Tick.
Fuki’s breathing is soft, each breathe barely causing her chest to rise and fall.
Tick.
Her exhalations are pained. Accompanied by a barely audible gurgling.
Tick.
Time marches on.
Tick.
“Come over here and drink this.”
She doesn’t say anything and remains motionless of the floor.
Using a flat tone, I tell her, “If you don’t come over here in 30 seconds you’re going to regret it.”
She quickly gets on her hands and knees and shuffles over to me with dead eyes. She kneels at my feet, pointedly staring away from me.
I give her the glass and say, “Drink it.”
She looks back at me with a sour look and starts drinking the shitty cum cocktail. Her disgust is overwhelming and she gags multiple times. At one point she throws up in her mouth but manages to hold it in and swallow it.
“What do we say?”
“Thank you master”, is her reply.
“Thank you for what?” I ask.
She makes a confused face, and after a few seconds starts to look panicked, unable to think of anything to say. I grab her chin and turn her face towards me and say, “Thank me for raping your holes and making you drink your own shit.”
She looks at me for a second and then slowly says, “Thank you master, for raping my holes, and making me drink my shit.”
“Good. Now clean my cock with your mouth.”
As she starts sucking the filth from my flaccid penis I affectionately pet her head. She spends nearly 10 minutes sucking it clean and slurping the mess from my balls.
“Lay down on the bed.”
She obediently gets on the bed. I tie her hands down so that they’re spread apart. I then tie her feet so that she’s spread eagled with her feet by her head. I insert a ball gag into her mouth. Her eyes flash with fear but she goes along with it.
I straddle her stomach and start playing with her gorgeous, alabaster tits. They’re another study in physical perfection and proportion. Full-bodied and perky, they’re everything you want in a set of whore-bags. Initially, I squeeze and pinch them. Eventually I get bored of that and start slapping them. As my slaps become harder Fuki’s muffled cries become louder. I grasp those little bundles of delight and crush them in my palms with all my strength; her torso contorts in pain and in a futile attempt to get away. I let go and caress her delectable pink nipples with my thumbs in slow circling movements. I lean down and suck on her left breast. The tender puffiness of the nipple is a true carnal delight.
I clamp down on it hard with my teeth. Fuki’s body, which had relaxed during the caresses and sucking, now twists again causing her more pain as the tender nipple is pulled and twisted even more in my mouth. I repeatedly chomp down on her, abusing whole mouthfuls of tit at a time; giving each breast a chance to rest only to switch and bite it once again. Fuki’s tears never stop flowing throughout this new torture.
After several minutes of this I lift up and look down at her tits. They’ve already begun swelling and are covered in horrendous bite marks that are starting to turn into ghastly bruises.
Getting off the bed I return to my magical bag of horrors and pull out an X-acto razor and climb back onto Fuki. She stares at the razor, then at me, and shakes her head and makes a mewling sound. I begin by carving “CUNT” in huge letters across her chest. It’s not a pretty process, nor a fast one. In smaller letters I carve “FUCKHOLE” above her cunt.
I admire my handiwork for a moment and then pinch her left nipple and pull it upwards. With one quick movement I slice the tip of her nipple off. Fuki shakes so furiously that the entire bed moves, but her restraints continue to hold. I grab her other nipple and pull it up, stretching the breast as far as it will go. I hold the razor against the tender skin. Fuki’s eyes are pleading with me.
“Do you want me to do it?” I ask.
She shakes her head. My reply is, “Wrong answer”, as I start to slowly cut through the right nipple. A high-pitch scream erupts from Fuki’s throat. The main lobe of her breast falls back to her chest jiggling and bleeding as I cut through the last portion of her nipple. I look at the little piece of flesh for a few seconds and toss it onto the floor.
I notice my cock is hard again and decide to climax one last time before the night is over. But I’m going to make this one special.
I grab the knife from the torture bag and climb onto the bed. Her eyes are wide with fear and focused completely on the blade. I put my hand at the bottom of her stomach and rub her clit with my thumb. With my other hand I put the end of the blade near her pussy. I look at her face; she’s frantically shaking her head back and forth. Her muffled screams are pleading and pathetic. I slowly push the knife into her vagina. Her whole body tenses as she ineffectively tries to stop it. Her scream is just one long cry of pain. I continue pushing the blade in. Eventually the hilt reaches her pussy. The sheet underneath soaks with blood. I pull the knife out and blood starts to gush out of her pussy in spurts.
She’s screaming actual bloody murder. Her screams are so loud you’d think she wasn’t gagged. The moment is passing, so I quickly reposition myself, throw the knife to the side, and slam my cock back into her pussy. Her blood makes my dick slick and warm. The torn and slashed flesh on the inside of her pussy provides new textures and sensations for my cock to enjoy. Every time I pound into her, blood squirts out of her disgusting cunt. Her struggles subside as the life starts to fade from her. I have work left to do, so I pick up the pace of my thrusts and feel my nut building up. I pull out my cock, now covered in blood, and put it up to her face. With a couple of jerks from my hand I orgasm and I spray thick ropes of cum over her face. Cum, blood, and chunks of her vomit cover her face. She stares up at me with hopeless eyes as little whimpers escape her throat.
Standing over her I grab my cock and aim. My piss stream hits her face, hot and gushing. She dies, her last sight on this world the piss exiting my cock. Her lifeless, broken body laying underneath me provides an amazing tableau of pain and humiliation. I get down from the bed, my legs shaking from the intensity of my orgasm and have a seat.
I’m not done with her. I need to leave her in such a manner that her degradation is maximized even in death. But first I rest and savor the moment and my post climax high.
The clock’s ticking continues.
I go over to my murder bag and pull out my tools, and get to work.
It’s not a short process, but great art never is. I look at my masterpiece and feel a surge of pride in myself. It is truly magnificent.
I sawed her arms off at the elbow. One is stuffed up to the wrist into her eviscerated pussy, and the other wrist-deep into her ass. The two wrists handcuffed to each other, to show that even in death she belongs to me. I spread her legs so much and pushed them so far back that her legs popped out of her hipbone sockets. The contortion is wonderfully unnatural, leaving an uncanny sense in the viewer while conveying that this is how she lived; spreading her legs so her betters could use her holes. I ripped out her uterus and left it at the foot of the bed in a circle made up of her teeth I ripped out of her mouth. And as a final touch, I severed her head and lovingly washed it, combed her hair, and applied makeup. I then placed the head on Fuki’s stomach so anyone walking in would be staring at her dead, pristine face.
The work complete, I leave. Beautiful Fuki, however, will stay here, forever.
FIN
