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"Let's play," he said as he strapped her in. She hesitated for only a moment

before giving in.

Joe pul ed her arms behind her back,

stil kissing her shoulders and neck. He fastened the restraints around Alicia's wrists, cinching them tight and then

affixing them to the thick chain attached to the leg spreader wedged between her

calves, pausing to gnaw and suckle at

the tender fat that hung from the back of her arms. He then leaned down to buckle the leather cuffs around her ankles and lock the ankle restraints to the leg

spreader. When he was done he forced

the bal gag into her mouth and strapped it around her head, locking it into her jaw. Then he knelt back down to suck at her

nipples.

The gag stifled Alicia's moans, but even with the bal wedged firmly between her lips, Joe could stil hear her scream

when he chewed off her nipple and

swal owed it.

Chapter Nine

Alicia bit down on the bal gag and tried her best to kick out at her attacker as she felt his teeth clamp down on her left nipple. Her legs were securely fastened to the pole wedged between her ankles,

keeping them spread wide and making

her feel even more vulnerable. She

screamed her voice raw when she felt

his teeth bite harder and harder, the tug as he began tearing into her breast and ripping her areola free from her body.

Her stomach rol ed with nausea as she

watched the nipple disengage from her

breast between his clenched teeth,

staring in horror as he chewed it, his

eyes fluttering as if in the grips of the most profound rapture, then final y

swal owing it and licking the blood from his lips with a satisfied grin. Her breast throbbed, pulsing in agony where her

flesh had been. It had taken a heroic

effort to keep from regurgitating with the gag in her mouth and drowning on her

own vomit.

The big col ege boy turned his head

toward her one remaining nipple. Alicia tried her best to move away from his

mouth but the chains held her firm. His mouth groped for her breast and then

seized her nipple between his teeth.

Alicia bucked and thrashed as she felt

his teeth begin to saw through her right nipple.

The pain was somehow both intense

and erotic. Recal ing al the pleasure

he'd just given her and marrying that to the pain she'd just experienced at his

hands as wel as the horror of seeing

him devour her nipple. It created a

confusion of emotions and sensations

within her. She hoped that eating her

nipples was perhaps the worst he would

do. Perhaps just a fetish that, though

painful and revolting, did not mean he

was a serial kil er. She didn't want to die. She'd heard about the things that

perverts did to women. She didn't want

to be tortured and mutilated. The thought of a slow painful death made her begin

to sob uncontrol ably.

Why had she come alone to the house of

a man she'd met at a swinger's club?

Because you're a sex addict, her mind

answered back.

Why had she al owed this stranger to

chain her up like this?

Because you're a sex addict, it replied again, and now you are going to be

tortured and murdered and probably

mutilated and cannibalized.

Alicia wept openly as she watched the

big cannibal gnaw away her other nipple. A vicious and uncharacteristic hatred

swept over her. This man had tricked her. He had been kind and loving to her just so that he could lure her here and hurt her. She wanted to kil him. She wanted to rip his eyes out, to castrate him, to make him scream the way he'd made

her scream. But she could do nothing

and soon her burning rage turned back

to the more familiar fear and sadness.

Once again she had fucked up and this

time it would more than likely lead to her death. Stil , there was a part of her that hoped he was not a kil er, not just

because she was afraid of dying.

Alicia was ashamed at her body's

reaction to the cannibal's assault. How could she stil be attracted to that

monster? She closed her eyes to avoid

looking at him as he tugged and pul ed

at her nipple with his teeth. He had his thick venous dick in hand, stroking it

furiously. Watching him was turning her on even more, even as the hatred and

revulsion came boiling back up inside

her. She bit down on the bal gag and

concentrated on the pain to try to combat her own traitorous body's unwelcome

arousal, yet she knew that the problem

wasn't in her body but in her mind. She was al fucked up and she'd known it

long before tonight. If she were normal she wouldn't have even been in that club to begin with.

Joe's teeth sawed through her nipple

and she started to scream into the gag

again as he tore it from her and gobbled it up with that bizarre look of ecstasy on his face. He was stil masturbating and he stood up so that he towered over her with his cock hovering directly above her head. He swal owed and his whole body

went rigid and then began to quiver as

an orgasm whipped through him. He

aimed his turgid meat at her face. The

monster erupted with a roar, once again baptizing her face in his seed. She

wanted to bite his cock right off of him and spit it back in his face but the gag in her mouth prevented her.

"You evil motherfucking pervert! You sick bastard! You twisted crazy fuck!" she screamed in rage at him, but the gag in her mouth prevented any of the words

from leaving her mouth as anything but

incoherent shrieks. She was sure he had gotten the picture, though. His eyes

softened with emotion when he looked at her as if her words had wounded him.

Ridiculously she almost felt sorry for him, sorry for hurting him. She knew it was the victim in her talking. The sick creature that believed she deserved al of this. That she'd deserved every hateful thing a man had ever done to her.

Alicia fought hard to keep her hatred

burning, but even with the big cannibal hovering above her, she found it hard to hate him. He was just doing what men

do: hurt women. Women like her always

got hurt. It was the way her life had

always been. And when Joe eventual y

kil ed her it would just complete the cycle of violence that had begun with her very first sexual experience, consensual sex turned gang rape in the basement of the local gang leader.

Men had never been kind to her. Why

should she have expected her life to end any differently than this? Watching him cum while chewing up her nipples had

convinced her that she was going to die. Stil , she did not find the thought as

terrifying as she should have. A part of her had always known that she would

end up this way. Ever since the day her father caught her in the garage giving

blowjobs to twelve guys from the

neighborhood street gang and she'd

gone down on him too to keep him from

kicking her ass, she knew that she was

no good. Alicia's father had looked at

her with hurt and disgust on his face after he'd ejaculated down her throat. She'd

giggled as she saw the defeated look on his face. She licked her lips thinking

about how things would change around

the house now, how she'd replace her

mother as the woman of the house.

No way he could tel her what to do or

keep her from doing whatever she

wanted now that she'd sucked his cock.

Alicia would always wield the power to

not only get him thrown in jail, but

ostracized from family and friends, and excommunicated from the church. He'd

been tempted into sin by his own

adolescent daughter. Alicia had hurled

her laughter like daggers at his back as he fled the garage. Later that night he'd blown his head off with a shotgun. Alicia had run into the garage to find him sitting at his workbench with the shotgun stil

clenched between his teeth, the top of

his skul and al the contents of his brain pan sliding down the bare Sheetrock in

a gruesome col age of blood and gray

matter. She had screamed loud and

long. She'd never stopped screaming.

Every time she came she screamed out

for her dead father.

At the funeral everyone had asked the

normal question: "Why did he do it? He had so much to live for." Only Alicia had known why. He kil ed himself because

he'd had sex with his own daughter and

because he'd enjoyed it and he'd have

done it again. Alicia ran away from

home after the funeral. She couldn't face her mother knowing what she'd done.

She didn't even have the luxury of one of those tragic stories that most runaways had. She hadn't been raped or molested

by her old man, she'd molested him,

seduced him to avoid punishment. Yeah,

he could have resisted, but she knew he wouldn't. At age twelve she already knew al about what made men weak.

She'd saved her little brother from being forced into joining the Puerto Rican gang that ran the neighborhood by sucking off the whole crew. She hadn't done it just for him, but because she'd always

wanted to feel a man's cock in her

mouth, ever since she'd discovered

those videos under her father's bed. So she'd done it and she'd liked it, and she liked the fact that the toughest guys in the neighborhood now treated her like a woman and not like just another dumb

kid. So she did it again and again until she got caught.

After she ran away, she'd gone to live

with some of the guys from the gang,

getting gang raped almost daily until she was able to afford her own place. Alicia had known then, as she lay on that

sweaty mattress in the basement of a

gang member named Big Monk, that her

life story would be a tragedy.

Fuck that! I don't deserve this! I don't deserve to die like this! She tried to

struggle free of her bonds but the straps did not yield. Her eyes shot daggers at her captor as he wiped her blood from

his lips. He turned away from her

enraged stare with a look of shame and

stood up from the bed.

"Fuck you! You should be ashamed.

Now let me go! Let me go!" she

screamed at his back, but once again

the bal gag smothered her words.

She watched as Joe staggered out of

the bedroom, and she was afraid that he would leave her there alone. As much as she feared the things he might do to her, being left chained up in this dark

apartment terrified her even more. She

tried to scream for him to come back but her strained cries just barely squeaked out around the rubber bal shoved firmly between her teeth.

Chapter Ten

Joe walked out of the bedroom in a

daze. He plopped down on the couch

and stared at the ancient black-andwhite television as if awaiting revelation, but he'd received his revelation back

there in the bedroom. The disease was

progressing. He'd now mutilated a

woman. More than that, he'd eaten some

of her flesh and ejaculated while doing it. He had crossed the line. A deep

depression settled over him as he

considered himself, who he was, and

who and what he was becoming. The

possibility of kil ing was now more than just a sweaty fantasy haunting his wet

dreams. It was very real and very

imminent. He had to figure out what to

do with her now.

There was no way Joe could release her

after mutilating her breasts; not without going to jail. He would face charges of kidnapping, rape, assault, and of course cannibalism. He'd spend a minimum of

twenty years behind bars unless he got

an early parole for good behavior or

pleaded insanity. He considered

checking himself in to an insane asylum. He could go right to the hospital and tel them about the girl chained up in the

apartment, about how he'd chewed off

her nipples and would probably eat the

rest of her if nobody stopped him. He'd tel them about how he couldn't look at anyone without wondering how their flesh would taste, which appendages would

be the most tender, which organs would

melt on his tongue like an extravagant

confection.

Perhaps they would give him a nice

padded cel , drug him, and give him

group therapy sessions with other

cannibals and murderers. Maybe they

would give him private sessions with a

psychiatrist who would listen to tales

about his childhood. About how he'd

creep down the hal at night to watch his mother and father fuck through the

keyhole in the door. How his father would strangle her until her face turned blue just before he came, growling like a wolf.

How he'd once seen his father cut a

stray dog to pieces or how he'd been

kidnapped and molested by a young

child kil er when he was eight. Maybe

they would cure him. Maybe they would

give him shock treatments or chemical

castration or a lobotomy. Maybe they

would declare him legal y sane and he

would go to prison after al and get

raped or murdered himself by some big

angry convicts.

Joe shuddered. He did not want to risk

turning himself in. He did not relish the prospect of ending his days wrapped in

a straitjacket and locked in a padded

room, drooling on himself in a near

catatonic stupor from a cocktail of

antipsychotics. Besides that, he didn't want to release Alicia. He wanted to