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  “So, you’ll stay here with me. You’ll sleep in my bed, you’ll help out around here and you’ll join the other women in their daily chores. If you get pregnant and give me some healthy sons, you might become a mother and not just a breeder. How does that sound?”

  It sounded like it sucked ass but she wasn’t about to say that. Honestly compared to her recent predicament this sounded much better.

  “Sounds good,” she said flatly.

  “Now some rules. You are to never resist me at all, for anything. You do not try to make contact with your friends; they’re here and they are being tended to. None of that is your concern. Do not, under any circumstances, try to escape or try to contact anyone on the outside. It’s near impossible here and if you try I’ll know. If you break any of these rules, you’ll be killed immediately. The Prophet will probably do it himself and I’ve seen him kill folks. He is not quick about it. Trust me. He looks like a feeble old man, but when it comes to doing the Goddess’ work he’s zealous as hell.”

  Sheri nodded as he explained. All she had to do was fuck Donald, have babies and do whatever it was the other women around here did. Sounded easy enough. All of it sounded better than that damn cage.

  “Now I have work to do, but you can get settled. Go take a shower, and get some rest. When I get home this evening, I’ll expect you to be ready for me.”

  As he turned, there was someone at the door behind him. It was Eli.

  “You’re not stealing from work are you?” Eli said, looking at Sheri.

  “No sir. The Prophet thinks she’s ready.”

  “It’s only been a few weeks.”

  “Right, and she’s never shown an ounce of resistance. Not like her dyke friend.”

  Hearing them talk about Julia made her wince, but she pushed it to the back of her mind. She didn’t want to think about Julia. She loved her dearly, but it wasn’t like she could help her now. Nothing she did would save Julia at this point. The best she could do was save herself.

  “If she fucks up, I’m holding you responsible,” Eli said.

  “She’ll be fine. Don’t be mad cause she liked me better than you.”

  “Go fuck yourself Donald,” Eli said as he turned and walked away. Donald turned to Sheri and laughed.

  “Dumb little bastard has all these women in cages and he still can’t get laid.” He put his hat on and walked outside closing the door. Sheri immediately headed to the shower and jumped in. As the warm water poured over her, washing the dirt away, she had a feeling she would be showering quite often in her new conditions.

  Chapter 15

  Manuel had been taken to one of the cages. They kept him in the front where he could watch everyone coming and going. A few times a day, Leon would come in and rape him, each time getting more and more brutal. This day, Leon came in holding a large knife and wearing a big smile on his face.

  “Well hey there stud. Ready for some playtime?” Leon asked.

  Manuel lie curled up in the back of the cage shaking. Shaking, partially due to fear, but also because they barely fed him but a few scraps of food a day. He was so weak and beaten down he wasn’t sure how much longer his mind could hold on. His days were filled with strange visions, many of which he wasn’t sure were real and or imaginary.

  Earlier Leon had come, but had grown a set of horns while violating him. His eyes had blazed red as he laughed. Manuel wasn’t sure if he’d imagined the whole thing or possibly just the shape shifting. Either way, he didn’t want to see Leon again, ever. Looks like he wasn’t going to have much choice.

  “Don’t let the knife scare you. I had to carve someone up earlier. I have different plans for you.”

  Wonderful.

  Leon stepped inside the cage getting closer to Manuel who moved further back against the cage. If he could turn himself into liquid and ooze himself out of the thing, he’d have done so long ago. If anything, he’d have been happy just dying right then and there.

  “Will you kill me?” Manuel said. “Please? I’ve done everything. You’ve hurt me more than I could have ever imagined. Please, just end it for me?”

  Leon knelt down next to Manuel and put his hand on his back. For a moment, Manuel thought he saw compassion and even pity in his eyes.

  “Hey, poor guy. I know I’ve hurt you a lot. And you’ve been a real trooper. You really have! Unfortunately I am going to have to hurt you a lot more.”

  “Why?”

  “Why?” Leon repeated. “It’s what I do.” He held the knife up and looked at it. “You know, on second thought I think I might use this on you.”

  Manuel wanted to scream, but all he could do was cry. He was completely helpless against this man who had him at his mercy, yet chose to exercise none. Leon took the knife and grabbed Manuel’s hand and pulled him to his feet. He raised Manuel’s other hand and bound them together around the cage, holding him on his feet, as Manuel could barely stand on his own. He mostly hung there trying to push himself up. The wire ties burned into his wrists as he tried to keep it from ripping his skin off.

  “I haven’t done this in a while, so I think it’s far past due for me to try this,” Leon said as he took the knife and cut into the skin just above Manuel’s hip. He cut all around Manuel’s waist making the incision deeper as he went. He cut all the way around Manuel’s body and cut up from his belly button up to the center of his chest, and made a Y incision as if he were doing an autopsy.

  Manuel jerked and cried out but was too weak to offer much more resistance. Leon placed the bloody knife into a sheath and reached up, digging his fingers into the chest from the incision. The blood and flesh made a squishy sound as he pulled the flaps of skin away on his chest exposing his rib cage and muscle tissue. He was careful not to cut through the muscle so Manuel’s viscera wouldn’t spill out.

  Manuel screamed as his chest cavity was exposed. Leon cut the loose flaps of skin away and began cutting away at the rest of his torso, slicing away as chunks of skin piled up on the ground around them. Before long, Manuel had no skin on his upper body except his arms and face. He began shivering as Leon began slicing the skin off his arms.

  “I’m cold,” Manuel said.

  “I’m sure you are, no worries, I’m sure you’ll be dead soon. I’ll keep you alive as long as I can though.” Leon grunted as he carved away the skin on each of his arms. Despite the temperature being so hot, Manuel was freezing. Due to shock or lack of skin, all he knew was he was freezing. As far as pain, he couldn’t even feel the knife anymore. Some level of shock had to be setting in as he felt lightheaded and dizzy.

  As Leon looked up at him again, the horns had re-appeared on his forehead. He finally let out a loud scream that even startled Leon. The sudden movement snapped Manuel out of his trance and the horns disappeared. Leon just laughed as he began carving the flesh off Manuel’s legs and ass. Finally, Leon held the knife up inches from Manuel’s face.

  “Ok bud. Your pretty face is next, sorry.”

  He didn’t just carve away his face. Leon cut all the skin off his face, the top of his head and his ears. Once he was finished he wiped off the knife and held it up to Manuel so he could see his reflection. All he saw was a mass of blood and tissue. He screamed, unable to recognize the monster now before him. The reality of his own death suddenly set in. There would be no surgery, nothing could fix him or put him back together. The shivers got stronger as he realized it meant his body was shutting down; there was nothing he could do about it, nor did he care to even try.

  “Hope you got a good look, it’s the last thing you’ll see.” He thrust the knife into Manuel’s eye socket as pain screamed through his head all up and down his body. He felt his eyeball pop and fluid filled the socket and ran down where his face used to be. Leon used the knife to dig the rest of the eyeball out of the socket. He tossed it aside and started on the other eye. The instant it made contact everything went black, but he could still hear and feel. Manuel was still conscious through this nightmare. To finish, Leon r
emoved the other eye and laughed.

  “Dude, you’re a mess,” he said.

  Manuel screamed again as he felt the knife inside his mouth this time, cutting into his tongue. Blood ran down his throat as Leon sawed away until his tongue fell out of his mouth. Now all he could do was scream and make sounds that made no sense as blood sprayed from his mouth.

  “Looks like we’re done Manuel. It was nice knowing you. I’m just going to leave you like that. You’ll be dead in a few hours then you’ll be at peace. Yet, you’ll be able to hear me in the cage next door for a while.”

  He heard Leon walked out and lock his door as he hung there unable to see or speak, just dangling near death. After a few minutes, he heard blood-curdling screams in the cage next to him. The boy in that cage was only eight or nine years old. After a minute, the screams no longer sounded human but something like a wild animal sound. He wished he could cover his ears, but his hands were still bound to the cage. After several hours, his body and mind finally gave way to death. The last thing he heard was Leon’s laughter and the little boy’s inhumanly screams.

  Chapter 16

  Julia woke up on her stomach with something forcing her down, making it hard for her to breathe. Once her head cleared, she realized Donald was on top of her, raping her from behind. He liked doing it when she’d been asleep, especially after one of her beatings. Earlier he wailed on her painstakingly good; he was determined to break her, but she refused to crumble.

  Some of the girls over time would give in to him and began to just give up sex voluntarily. A few girls even got into it, or at least acted like it. Julia refused to give him that satisfaction. One of the girls next to her had said he took Sheri somewhere the other day and she hadn’t been back. While that would normally be cause for concern, the girl also told her Sheri had been giving it up to him without a fight since they got there.

  Knowing that stung Julia. Chances are Sheri was doing it as a means of survival, but it still stung all the same. Julia had been able to resist. Sheri apparently gave up without any kind of a fight. She tried not to think any more about it. Donald was finishing up inside of her. This had become so routine. If it wasn’t Donald, it was one of the boys. It made her sick but she wouldn’t play along. One kid couldn’t have been more than twelve years old. She just lay there and let them go at it. Each time she looked for a chance of Donald letting his guard down or something, but he was a strong man and careful one at that.

  He never turned his back on her and always had one eye out. If he brought one of the boys, each time Donald would have his turn after the kids were done. At least the boys were somewhat gentle. They weren’t trying to hurt her. They also seemed to be enjoying themselves, but she got the impression they had been born and raised here like animals; they didn’t know any different. They even grunted like animals when fucking her.

  Part of her considered playing along with him to see if that would get his guard down, but she couldn’t stomach the idea. Once he finished he stood over her.

  “You know you could learn a lot from your girlfriend. She knows how things work here. I’m sure you’ve heard. That girl knows how to give some head. She has a real nice and tight pussy too. That’s something you wouldn’t appreciate. Don’t worry, she’s staying with me for good now. That’s right, your girlfriend has been promoted. As long as she behaves, she’ll become one of us. You could too if you didn’t act like such a bitch.”

  “At least I don’t have a tiny little dick,” Julia said. “Pretty tough guy. No woman will give it up to you so you just have to poach pussy in cages.”

  He smiled as he walked to her and backhanded her, knocking her across the cage. She landed on her side as blood filled her mouth. She’d already lost a few teeth from his beatings and could barely see out of her left eye. No telling what long-term damage had been done, not that it mattered. Julia knew she was not getting out of this place alive. Best she could do was hurry the inevitable or hope they make the mistake that sets her free.

  When she was undercover for Jail Bait, they had found her out, except they thought she was a cop. Fortunately, she had been unrestrained and near a door. When they went after her, she kicked off her heels and was able to out-run them. She hit a busy city street where they knew better than to try to capture her in front of so many witnesses. Had she slipped and fallen at the wrong time or slowed down she’d have been done for.

  Donald stood over her laughing.

  “I’m getting pretty sick of your mouth and cuntish’ attitude. The whole ‘feisty’ thing, I’ll admit was kinda hot at first, but now, it’s just getting old,” he said as he knelt down next to her.

  She smiled and spit blood in the center of his face, knowing she was going to get a serious punishment for it. He sat there shocked for a minute before standing up, taking out a handkerchief and wiping it off.

  “Ok. You just fucked up good.”

  “You gonna rape me again with your tiny dick?” She said.

  “Nope. I got something else for you.” He grabbed her by the hair and dragged her out of her cage. He pulled her along the catwalk and down the stairs. She hadn’t had time to pull her shirt back on, so he was parading her naked in front of all the other captives. He took her down to the main floor into the center of the huge room. There were dozens of cages around where the boys were howling and rattling the bars as they saw her walk by. He threw her to the ground and kicked her in the stomach.

  Taking out his keys, Donald walked down the row and unlocked each cage. She counted a dozen, but there may have been more. Several naked boys emerged slowly. They circled around her as Donald backed away. Each boy was filthy, all much worse than the ones they’d brought her upstairs. Their hair was long and matted as if they’d been living in the wild. A few of them were growling as they approached her.

  “Ok boys!” Donald said. “She’s all yours!”

  They closed in around her grabbing her by her arms and legs. She struggled and fought as they held her down. Two of them forced their way between her legs fighting for position as they prepared their hard dicks for entry. They shoved each other back and forth before deciding to both just shove their cocks in as far in her as possible. She felt her flesh tearing as they both slammed at her broken vagina, while another boy tried to shove his dick in her mouth. She pinched her mouth shut, but he began punching her in the face. More teeth cracked and broke until she opened up and took him into her mouth just to make the hitting stop.

  She tried not to wince from the pain as both boys came inside her and moved, making room for another one. The next round included only one boy, but he was bigger and far more rough than the others. There were hands all over her body while others bit at her tits and nipples. Blood running down her breasts as more wild boys joined the fray. She didn’t know if it was possible to will yourself to die, but at the moment death could not come fast enough.

  Chapter 17

  Bronson struggled against the cross they’d tied him to. They used wire bindings, which cut into his wrists and arms. He didn’t know what they had planned, but he wasn’t liking it one bit. One of the naked, masked figures came lumbering toward him, standing over him. The man removed his mask to reveal The Prophet.

  “I’m really sorry it had to come to this Bronson,” he said.

  “Please. You don’t have to do this. No one has to die here.”

  “I’m afraid they do. The Goddess demands it. You’ve come into our home and defiled our sacred field, our fertile field.”

  “You mean that barn full of kids? That you torture and eat like cattle?”

  “They are a resource provided by the Goddess, we all are really. Some of us are fit and chosen for life on earth. Others are chosen to become part of the earth. It’s all out of my hands.”

  “Bullshit, you can stop any of this.”

  “I’m sorry Bronson. This was an experiment. Now we know outsiders can never be trusted.” He put his mask back on and stepped away joining the crowd who was now circling
the bonfire.

  “Oh blessed Goddess! We thank for this sacrifice that you have provided. We now return him to you! May his burning flesh be pleasing to your senses!” the Prophet yelled as a group of men began pulling on a set of cables hung over a pulley. As they pulled, the large cross lifted Bronson off the ground. Once it stood to its full height he was at least thirty feet in the air or more, several feet above the bonfire alone.

  The crowd danced around the fire and cheered. After a few minutes they began pulling the cables, this time lowing him face first, slowly toward the fire. He struggled and thrashed against his bindings, but to no avail.

  “Prophet! Please! Don’t do this! Please!” he screamed, but no one responded. As he got closer, his naked genitals grew hot as he felt the heat on his face. He wished if they were going to do this, they’d just drop him into the flames. Instead, they moved him inch by inch, ever so slowly into the fire. The tips of flames licked his face and body just enough to begin the painful scorching. They held him there for a few minutes as he tried to cry but the heat dried up his tears.

  As they lowered him into the flames, the heat was too much to bear, but he couldn’t avoid it. Flesh on his face and cheeks began blistering and popping as the skin on his body followed suit. They pulled him clear out of the fire providing a few seconds of relief. He gasped for air when they lowered him back in. He kicked and bucked wildly against the heat and wire restraints, which were now starting to burn into the skin his arms and legs.

  The crowd cheered more wildly as he sank further into the flames. By now, he could feel the fire consuming his whole body. His flesh popping and bubbling right off the bone as he screamed. He had never felt pain like this before nor did he realize this kind of suffering existed. He could feel the flesh melting off his face and body as he let out one more scream before his tongue melted right out of his mouth.