Chapter 0 - Jenna

I'm going to have to... unf... take a shit soon... ugh! So try to cum when you can.

I paused for about five seconds.

Can it wait?

She wouldn't let me do anal as often as she used to. Ever since Thomas and Max moved in with us, we had to share her.

She moaned for a little bit and finally answered.

I don't really like this. UGH!

I kept fucking her.


Max' dick is bigger than yours. UGH! I prefer it when he fucks me. Maybe if I ugh... play with my tits a little...

She put her left breast in her mouth and started making love to it. I grabbed her hair so I could make eye contact and pulled her gently towards me.

With a slight burst in excitement, I rammed my dick as deeply as I could inside her. She seemed unimpressed.

So... ah! Are you almost done? Cause... ah! it's starting to hurt and I really need to take a shit.

Yeah, don't worry. It won't come out as long as my dick is in there.

I think it's liquid.

Unenthusiastically, I gently pulled my cock out of her. A few drops of it sprayed on me. She jumped off the mattress, pulled down her jean skirt from her belly, ran to the bathroom and locked the door.


Fuck! This is so fucking sick! Why didn't you let me go earlier? My belly hurts!

I knocked on the door.

Honey?

She wouldn't answer.

Honey, please open.

Wait... Wait a minute.


She finally opened the door. The smell was a bit strong and I quickly reached to flush the toilet. I waved my dirty cock in front of her face.

Your dessert.

Not now, get out.

Come on, you always clean it up.

She sighed. She wrapped her lips around my cock and started sucking, her tongue reached to under my balls. I pushed her head gently towards me, with saliva strings dripping under her chin. I could hear her bubbling up her spit and trying to push it outside of her mouth. I immediately shoved her head onto my stomach.

No, no. Come on babe, swallow it.

With a deep sigh she gave up and started swallowing everything, her arms stretched on each side of her and her breasts hitting gently on my legs.

Lick my belly too. Some of it sprayed on there.

She pushed herself free, with mucus dribbling off her slightly brown tongue. She spit some of it on a towel and swallowed the rest.

Go away Nick, please.


Just one last time.

If Max finds out that you've been fucking me, he'll get really mad. I don't feel well. Please leave.

I raised my head in frustration and sighed.

I'll go make dinner, then.

Could you make something that isn't spicy or doesn't have red meat in it? I'd really like to please Max and I can't cum as quickly when I eat those kinds of things.

Are you serious?

I'm sorry. It's just been really awkward between you and I lately. Let's just be friends, all right? But can you promise not to make any weird food?

I'll try.

Thank you. I gotta go to work soon. I have to get prepared.



***



I made a tofu sauté with soya sauce. But Max didn't seem to care that much about the food:

Nick, I noticed there were cum stains on Jenna's jean skirt.

I eyeballed him.

Yeah, it sucks when bitches wear dirty clothes.

I'm sick of fucking her and hearing her complain about how much her anus hurts. You've had your turn, now let other people have fun.

Man, fuck you.

Just don't fuck her for a while, okay? I want to enjoy her too.

Okay, we'll see.

No, I'm fucking serious, I want us to have this conversation.


Thomas looked more amused than uncomfortable:

Nice tofu.

Cool, I'm glad you like the tofu.

The door rang. Thomas went to answer it.

You guys hold that thought.

I couldn't believe I had to go through that. Two guys came in, one short, bald and skinny and the other about 6 feet tall. With his coat on, I couldn't tell if he was built or chubby.

These guys want to talk to you.

Listen fellas, all of us here are devoted Catholics, we're not interested.

The short guy looked at our plates.

Tofu sauté? You guys eat this garbage?

You guys are food inspectors?

The tall man interrupted:

Your bitch owes me $10 000.


Max gave me a surprised and disgusted look. I deflected the situation towards him:

Well it's not my bitch anymore, apparently.

Thomas, obviously not intimidated by the two gentlemen, intervened:

So, do you want to try the tofu?

He's going to get me beat up. I interrupted him before he could say anything else.

Tom, shut the fuck up, for fuck's sake. This isn't the right time for your shit.

The bald man put his hand on my shoulder.

Hey calm down. We don't have a problem with you. We just want to have a conversation with her.

Where is she?

Max immediately ran to her room and closed the door behind him. We could hear a muffled argument and at one point what was obviously a very loud and well deserved smack on her face that shook the whole house, followed by pitiful sobbing. He came back holding her by her arm. She was wearing a gray shirt that was too big for her and unzipped jeans, both of which he obviously just slipped onto her. I could smell her cunt and unshaven armpits from where I was sitting. Her face was all shiny and sweaty, apart from Max's matte hand print on her left cheek.


Let me go! *sob*

Sit the fuck down. These guys say you owe them $10 000. Is that true?

She nervously zipped her pants:

I don't..

Do you have our money?

We all stared at her, waiting for her response. Suddenly a dark wet patch appeared on her crotch and she lowered her head.

I fucking knew it.

She wouldn't say anything. And what could she say, really? The taller guy looked at me:

Do you have any duct tape?

Thomas jumped from his seat:

Oh, I know where the duct tape is, I'll be right back.


If Jenna became Max' fuck toy, I could at least hope to find my own girl and not have her fuck everyone else who's also in my life. But now it looked like she was in some serious trouble. If Max loses his girlfriend now, even if I find someone, she'll just leave me for him after a week. On the other hand, if they bring Jenna back alive, she might be too fucked up for him to want her back, and then I could fuck her every day, even though she might be missing her teeth or a few fingers.

Here it is.

The shorter man stretched out a half meter long strip of duct tape while the taller man grabbed her hair and pulled it up and secured her hands behind her back with his other hand, and as she took several deep breaths and arched her torso, her hard nipples popped through her shirt. Everyone in the room seemed to notice, as we all looked at each other uncomfortably, which seemed to offend her:

What? She sobbed. And as she did, her nipples seemed to pop out even more. Her face turned completely red.

The taller man responded:

Are you worried that we might see your breasts?

He then grabbed her collar and ripped up her shirt, revealing her breasts and hard erect nipples. Beads of sweat were forming and rolling down her chest with every part of her stinking up the room. She was panting like a bitch in heat. All of us wanted to fuck her so hard, but I wasn't sure that she shared our desire at that moment.


The little damp patch grew wetter with each sob.

The shorter man rolled up the tape around her head, covering all her face below the nose and then covered her eyes completely. He then took two plastic seals and tied her hands as tightly as he could with them, as they almost immediately turned purple. Her body language couldn't have been more explicit: she was crushing her legs together and protecting her cunt between every layer of leg muscle she had. She knew exactly what awaited her.

Still, she remained fairly cooperative through it all, ignoring the little puddle below her seat. Smart girl. Kicking and screaming won't accomplish anything. Keep your mouth shut and don't make things worse.

The short guy grabbed her by her armpits and started carrying her to the door, which provoked Thomas to utter one of his wise-mouthed remarks:

Why don't you just carry her?

I don't want to get peed on.

Nice.


I followed them outside as they threw her in the trunk of their car. The taller guy then approached me:

Is she your girlfriend?

Was this guy serious? I looked away, but he still expected an answer, so I gave him the coldest answer I could think of:

We're going through a bit of a rough patch.

What kind of rough patch?

I paused and then answered: 

Well, she's tied up and crying in some weird guy's trunk, she's pissed herself and she'll probably have to wear diapers for the rest of her life after what's about to be done to her.

Is there anything you want us to do to her?

Whatever, man.

She just left you for that guy, I'm sure there's something you want us to do to her.

I'm sure you guys will think of something.

We'll bring back what's left of her tonight. But I think it would be best for all of us if you could make her life end soon, don't you think? If you don't have any feelings left for her, of course.

Okay, we'll see.

Bitches who have had certain things done to them can be a real fucking nuisance.

Okay, I'll do what I can.

I'm serious.

I'll think about it.

Thank you. We'll bring her back tonight. You do what you want, but think about this very seriously.

They left. Thomas came out of the house and approached me:

Do we have to do something, now?

Just leave me alone.



***



She hadn't said a single word since they dropped her at our front porch.

I was watching Thomas fuck her ass on his bed. He was fucking her harder than I had seen anyone do. Droplets of blood were spraying all over his shirt as she sobbed quietly. She was missing all her fingers except for her thumbs.

Because she couldn't use her hands to stay balanced, she had to lean on her elbows with her head way down and her breasts hitting her chin with every thrust. From my perspective it looked as though she was giving him the thumbs up. Thomas seemed to have noticed the same thing. He looked at me:

She seems to approve of this.

I vacantly nodded my head. Footsteps approached. I turned my head in their direction and saw Max and his handgun which he pointed at Thomas.

Tom, what are you doing, what is she doing here? I thought you were an intruder.

They left her in front of our house. She hasn't said a word since I found her. I figured this might cheer her up.

He looked at me.

You're okay with this?

I shrugged.

What would you prefer me to do?


He started thrusting harder and harder and she remained silent.

Look, she doesn't care.

Thomas and I both laughed. Max pulled a begrudging half-smile.

A few droplets of pee came out of her pussy, which then turned into a whole stream, just as her silent sobs turned into muffled whimpers. Thomas backed away slightly, but with his dick still remaining in what used to be a somewhat cute, tight anus only this morning.

Whoa! I'll have to sleep on that!

He slapped her ass to punish her. I didn't like enabling him, but I couldn't help but comment on it:

I think that's her way of asking you to be more gentle.


She turned her head in Max' direction in desperation, almost as if he was her last hope. He just shook his head:

Come on man, I've been fucking this bitch. You're going to ruin that memory for me.

Fuck off.

I reluctantly intervened as I was getting tired of listening to them:

It's late, you should go to bed.

What, you're cock blocking me?

I looked away from him. He sighed and gave me his handgun.

Don't go around shooting up malls with it.

Aw, I really wanted to.

I'm going to bed. I don't care what you two assholes do, just make sure the cunt is dead by tomorrow.

I hesitated:

… I'd like to keep her.


Max looked at me:

Are you fucking serious?

Thomas grabbed her by the hair and turned her head in my direction. It was the same face in which I had stuck my dick only this morning. She wouldn't say anything and just looked at me with a dumb, scared look on her face and her mouth half open and drooling.

Come on Nick, just look at her. Don't be a faggot. Put a bullet between her eyes and let her go out with some dignity.

Max left and closed the door behind him. As his footsteps were getting further away, she started whimpering louder and louder, until a constant screeching noise came out of her mouth and she tried to kick Thomas away, struggling to escape. Tom then grabbed her by the hair and bashed her head on the side of the bed, making a deafening noise. The screeching stopped.

He raised her on her knees with his arms wrapped firmly around her:

Spit them.


She was utterly petrified.

Spit them, come on.

She pouted her lips and started blowing saliva bubbles out of her mouth. She watched horrified as almost all of her teeth floated down her chin onto a flow of saliva and blood between her breasts:

My...theeth.

She gave up struggling, lowered her head, and assumed her former position, with her head pressing against the bed and ass facing the ceiling, occasionally spitting more teeth.

Nice. You have a way with women.

We could make a lot of money with her. I hear there's a new trend of pimping toothless whores who give extra smooth blowjobs.

Look, it's not that I'm not having the time of my life right now, but I'm tired and I want to go to bed. Try to cum soon, then I'll take her outside and finish her off.


Half an hour passed. He had fucked her ass so hard for so long that even if we let her live, she would probably have to wear diapers for the rest of her life. His face turned dark red and he screamed loudly with her hair rolled up tightly around his fist. He pulled her head so strongly that I thought it would snap. A mix of cum and blood came out of her ass.

A little more than that and her head would have come off.

I'll go sleep on the sofa.

He closed the door, as I contemplated the mess I had to clean up.

All right baby, we have some work to do.

I dragged her by her armpits, leaving only a trail of blood from in-between her legs. I carried her to the middle of the backyard. I looked at her:

So, how are you feeling?

Silence. I pulled out Max' gun.

Get on your knees.


She was lying on her left side in a fetal position. She whimpered so pathetically that I started to hate her.

It's been a long night. Help me end this.

Her sad eyes stared at me, trying to evoke pity, but gave up when she saw my unexpressive face. I was too tired to help her up, so she turned over on her belly, showing me her round ass and pushed herself up on her knees. She then turned around and faced me with her legs spread apart, showing me her hairy pussy. She covered her nipples with one arm and her pussy with the other, which pissed me off slightly:

Jen, put your hands behind your back. I want to at least enjoy this a little.

She kept covering herself. I walked up to her and slapped her hard enough that she almost lost balance. Jenna blushed and then obediently uncovered herself, as her entire body shook nervously. Little bits of poo fell off her ruined ass and splotched onto the ground. I stared at her big breasts and erect nipples.

Nice tits. Can you jiggle them for me?

She stared at me angrily.

I might let you live if you do.


I pulled out my phone and started filming her. Without hesitating, she grabbed both of her tits with her hands and threw them around, then squeezed them and shook them. She turned her torso from left to right and right to left a few times to lift them up in the air. Her tits slapped her skin each time she turned the other way.

Yeah baby don't stop.

She lowered her head and lifted her left tit to her mouth and started making love to it. More poo fell off her.

Stop shitting yourself you're ruining it.

She dropped her tit and started crying and punched her head in anger and frustration, as poo was still coming out of her. I tried to think of a way to cheer her up.

Calm down baby. You want to play a game? Let's see from how far away I can shoot you in the mouth. Can you open wide?

She shook her head.

If you don't do it, I'll shoot you in the belly.

She immediately opened as wide as I've seen her do.

Thank you.

There was logic behind it, too. If I shot her in the forehead and she became disfigured, how would they know for sure that it was her body, and not her sister's or some random bitch that we found in the streets? I lifted the gun and pointed it at her.


As tears rolled down her face, she closed her mouth. Still on her knees, Jenna turned around towards the little wooden gate that led to the street. She turned her head towards me as she tried to speak:

No one *sob*... wouth haff to *sob*... know!

I think she meant “No one would have to know” But what would be the point? Even if I let her go, people would notice a naked bloodied woman running around aimlessly in the streets. Still pointing the gun at her, I tried to reason with her:

Jen, I have to show them your dead body, otherwise they would think that you're still alive and I might get in trouble.

She tried to argue:

I...*sob*... can'th... even... *sob*… anymore...

I had no idea what she tried to say:

You can't even what?

She collected her thoughts and forced herself to stop sobbing:

I... *sob* can'th... even...

Open wide, Jen. Quit being a cunt.


I aimed at the back of her throat. The look on her face at that moment was quite the sight, with her eyes tightly shut, tears rolling down her face and her toothless wide open mouth ready to receive the bullet.

I... can'th... *sob* even...  she sobbed louder.

I gave up. I had no idea what she was trying to say. I pulled out my phone and snapped a couple of photos. The sound from the phone made her realize what I was doing as she opened her eyes and gave me the most offended look I've ever seen on a woman.

What? You should have seen your face.

Her face frowned with all its muscles.

Open wide and don't move.

She was still staring at me.

I fired a shot that went past her head and into the wall behind her.

She emptied her bowels and started shaking uncontrollably.

Open wide, baby.

She did.


All right, try not to move as much or else I'll miss you.

Jusht shooth alreathy, for fuck'th thake!

I took a good aim. I Looked at her, with her eyes closed and tongue hanging out and her dried blood covered jiggling breasts while she was kneeling over a pile of her own shit and begging me to finish her off.

You've seen better days, have you?

She started sobbing loudly.

All right, I get it.

Her mouth was as wide open as it would go. I held the gun firmly with both hands and pulled the trigger.


She fell face down and her breasts made a weird water balloon-like noise as they hit the dew-coated grass. As she hit the ground, her legs folded in half and then unfolded spread apart. A few seconds later, she emptied her bladder on the grass. I'm not sure if that's what Thomas meant by “going out with dignity”, but it would have to do.

As I tried to reach her armpits to hide her body, she started convulsing and foam formed at the corner of her lips.

I wasn't sure whether or not she was still conscious.

Sorry, I can't really shoot you any more than that. They need to be able to recognize your face. You're going to have to die on your own.

I carried her inside the tool shed. I tightly tied her hands behind her back and then tied her legs together as tightly as I could. She probably wasn't conscious, but I didn't want to take any unnecessary risks, and I wanted to go to bed.

Don't worry, no one else is going to spread your legs tonight.

Even if she was still conscious, she wouldn't be able to walk in her condition. I locked the door and went to bed.



***



The doorbell woke me up. I got up. The taller man from yesterday was at my door. I took him to the backyard:


Well, there she is.

Apparently some animals mistook her for a toilet last night.

Yeah, and some people, too.

I'm not sure what he thought about my remark, so I changed the subject to more pressing matters:

What do I do now?

I have a car, I'll dump her somewhere, who gives a shit.

Thanks.

It's the least I can do. You did a good job.

Yeah just go away now.

Come on man, it was fun.

He drove away with the body in his trunk. And I still didn't have a girlfriend.