Message-ID: <12773eli$9807051837@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: From: "Scamp(UK)" Subject: Video Victims (tort, snuff) no sex. Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d MIME-Version: 1.0 Content-Transfer-Encoding: 7bit Content-Type: text/plain; charset=ISO-8859-1 Path: qz!not-for-mail Organization: The Committee To Thwart Spam Approved: X-Moderator-Contact: Eli the Bearded X-Story-Submission: X-Original-Message-Id: VIDEO VICTIMS By Scamp(UK) Dirk was an artist, an artist of the macabre, an artist of the dark, and just lately an artist in demand. His work sold worldwide to a select but growing clientele. His medium was video and flesh, human flesh. His instrument is pain; his canvas; is someone like you. MELISSA Mel to her friends was bubbly 18 year old busty blonde, although she was pretty the feature the guys always went for first was her large 36DD breasts. She didn't mind, as far as Mel was concerned they were man bait, get their attention then cream off the best. If any of the guys she met looked beyond her tits they would see a very attractive well proportioned woman, in fact her tits were the only part of her that spoilt an otherwise perfect figure. Mel was about halfway through her morning run in the park, She loved the way her braless breasts bounced under her T-shirt, the material rubbed against her nipples making them very hard and very visible to passers by. Her tight running shorts cut into her pussy and left the bottom of her ass exposed. She was never surprised by the number of joggers, men and women who seemed to be happy running behind her. The only other items of clothing Mel had on were her trainers and a sweatband around her head. Just ahead of her an old man stumbled and fell, as she stopped to help him to his feet a sharp pain shot up her arm. Mel looked down; A look of bewilderment crossed her face as she saw the syringe being emptied into her arm. She tried to scream, but couldn't, her head started to spin, Mel tried to run, instead she blacked out. Dirk allowed himself a smile as he drove back to his studio ready to begin his next masterpiece. As Mel came to the first thing she felt was another sharp pain in her arm, Dirk looked down at his raw material. "Don't worry" he whispered in Mels' ear "it's just some watered down muscle relaxant." "I don't understand!" "You'll feel everything that happens to you, but your movements will be limited to nothing more than exaggerated twitches." "W. Why!" "You are the clay, I will mould into a work of art." Dirk took a pair of kitchen scissors and cut up the centre of Mels T- shirt. She tried to get up, but all her body would do was twitch and spasm like some stranded fish. Her shirt fell away exposing her large breasts; Dirk squeezed them and flicked her nipples. He muttered compliments under his breath as he exposed Melissa's body to his gaze. Dirk gave her another injection. "This will keep you awake! We wouldn't want to miss anything would we now!" Mel just lay on the hospital trolley unable to do anything of any consequence. She managed to roll her head to one side and watched as Dirk set up his video equipment. He had at least four cameras connected to a bank of professional VCRs. These in turn were linked to some computer equipment for editing his tape and transmission over the net. Dirk pushed Mel over to a large mesh tray suspended by six ropes. He rolled her over; she lay on the tray face down her breasts hung down through a hole, dangling in space. Dirk pulled on a rope and Mel felt herself moving through the air, she looked down through the mesh, underneath her breasts was a glass box full of yellow liquid, every now and again a bubble would rise to the surface and burst, it just didn't make any sense. Dirk was happy in his work, the glass case contained vegetable oil, and it was simmering just below boiling point. He was glad Melissa didn't realise what was about to happen, he wanted to catch the moment of realisation on tape; it would be beautiful. All the cameras were ready; he pressed a button on the consul they all started recording. In a rare moment of indulgence Dirk shouted "Action!" as his finger jabbed at the large blue button controlling the hoist. Mel felt a slight jerk then she dropped two feet, The first thing she noticed was the camera aimed at her face, a split second later the pain hit her. Her mouth opened in a silent scream, her arms and legs jerked and flexed as she tried to escape the pain in her breasts. She finally looked down; the smell of boiling oil filled her head. Her tits were frying, her skin was turning a golden brown, it had split open in one or two places and her inner flesh poked out. Tears rolled down her cheeks, as she lost control of her body she shit herself, a stream of piss arced from between her legs onto the concrete floor, every detail of her torment recorded lovingly by Dirk. As her tits cooked some of the pain died away as the nerves in her breasts became deep-fried meat. The hoist lifted her up, her skin sizzled, and the smell of cooked meat was almost pleasant. Mel watched horrified as Dirk sliced off her right nipple, she heard it crunch in his mouth as he chewed her now crispy flesh. Mel was turned over onto her back a strap was attached to the tray, it ran under Mels' arms and across her chest, it was pulled tight. Mel rolled her head from side to side in disbelief, she was suspended over the deep fry, her feet just above the open top. Dirk repositioned the cameras and pressed the release button. But the sharp plunge into the oil Mel had expected didn't happen, instead Mel was slowly lowered into the boiling cauldron of agony, inch by inch. She finally managed a wail of pain as the soles of her feet touched the oil. The pain increased as her legs were lowered into the deep fry. The cameras rolled, Dirk watched in silence and licked his lips with anticipation the next horror was about to be felt by Mel. Mels' mind was awash with pain her thighs were on fire, why wouldn't she die, why! Then the oil splashed her pussy lips; her whole body jerked as her clit began to fry. Mels' just stared into space as her mind finally surrendered to the pain. She didn't even flinch, as her head was finally emersed in the boiling liquid. Dirk watched and recorded it all through the glass, Mels' eyes burst; her tongue poked lewdly out of her mouth as the cooking made it expand. When Dirk was satisfied Mel had been completely cooked, she was pulled out of the fryer and placed on the floor. The cameras panned up and down her firm crisp body. Melissa really was good enough to eat. That's a wrap Dirk thought, he just knew Mel would be a hit with his fans. SAMANTHA Her name was Samantha, not Sam or Sammy or any other cute variation you can think of. She was an executive who knew what she wanted and who to tread on to get it. At 35 Samantha looked good, she always ate the right things, worked out in the evenings and spent most weekends at one of the many health spas she belonged to. Her clothes were the best she could afford; her sense of style was immaculate. It didn't matter if you were super rich or living on the streets everyone knew Samantha; and she was a bitch. She strutted through the Office like a queen, she had just fired Jack Collins, not that he had done anything wrong, but someone had to go to make room for her new toy boy. How Jack was going to support his family hadn't even entered her head, all she could think about was the hot prick that would be between her legs that evening. She knew all the men in the Office hated her, and would all screw her given the chance. She played on their weak willed masculinity, always wearing short tight fitting skirts with high heels and stockings; her blouses were low cut revealing her perfect breasts. The poor bastards were so busy drooling over her tits it took them months to realise she'd fucked them one way or another. Samantha stepped into the lift, she didn't even look at the lifts sole occupant, he was just another suit. "Basement!" She snapped. The suit dutifully pressed the button. As the doors closed Dirk plunged his syringe into Samantha's' firm ass. She swung round furious that this nobody had actually touched her. As she turned she realised something was wrong, she didn't feel right. He was smiling at her, he wasn't afraid of her. Samantha's' head began to spin. Dirk reached out and squeezed her tits; Samantha collapsed at Dirks' feet. When Samantha came round her wrists were strapped together behind her back. She looked around, she was in some sort of boiler room there were pipes everywhere, there seemed to be the hum of machinery all around her. Her feet weren't bound, she tried to stand but fell back still dizzy from the drug Dirk had given her. "Ah! My guest is awake." Dirk walked up to Samantha with a friendly smile on his face. "You fucking pervert! You'll not get away with this!" "Oh! Samantha, don't be so melodramatic." Dirk walked over to the glass cabinet he had constructed, made a few final adjustments to the cameras and started them rolling. "W. What's that for?" "It's for you Samantha; a gift from your colleagues upstairs." Samantha looked up at the ceiling. Dirk smiled. He decided to explain some of what was about to happen, it would make her indignation and rage all the more photogenic. He told her how her colleagues had heard what a wonderful artist he was and how Samantha was a subject worthy of his skills. They had had a whip round and had commissioned him. Samantha just couldn't believe what she was hearing. Dirk helped her to her feet and walked her over to the cabinet. "I'm not getting in that!" Samantha stood on the spot and wouldn't budge. "Samantha!" Dirk waved a fresh syringe in front of her. "This time I'll use it on one of your tits." One side of the cabinet had a door; Samantha reluctantly stepped in. Dirk secured her wrists to a ring mounted on one of the metal corner posts. He produced his trusty kitchen scissors and cut off her blouse, then her skirt. He admired Samantha's' body in her pastel blue undies, tan seamed stockings and high heels. He ripped off her bra, her full breasts bounced free. "Nice tits! The boys upstairs will love them." "Fuck them!" snarled Samantha. Dirk pulled down her panties and looked at her smooth pussy with its large soft lips hanging down. He shook his head, if only he'd brought some bulldog clips with him. He could see a small piece of string dangling from her pussy, he pulled it. Samantha cringed with embarrassment as Dirk held up the bloody tampon. "Nooooo!" Dirk popped it into Samantha's mouth and ordered her to swallow. After several attempts she finally swallowed the used tampon. "Think yourself lucky it was your own." "Bastard!" Dirk closed the door of the cabinet and explained to the outraged Samantha how she was going to die. "It works like this," Dirk paced around the cabinet "above your head is an outlet pipe, I will in a few moments divert all the waste from the Office urinals and toilets to that outlet." Samantha's eyes bulged in horror as she looked up at the pipe. "Now to make sure things don't end to quickly I've added a filter for the solid waste, basically it lets the solid waste through but gets rid of most of the water used to flush it away. The piss from the urinals comes a different route so is unaffected. In summary Samantha you will drown in a mixture of piss and shit all kindly supplied free of charge by your employer." "No! You can't mean it!" "But I do! You treat everyone like shit, and everyone thinks shit is most appropriate end for you!" Dirk walked over to a bank of levers and stopcocks and diverted the flow of the toilets. Within seconds a warm soft turd hit Samantha's chest with a loud splat. "Yaaaaaaeeeeeee! Let me out please! I'll do anything you want!" Fifteen minutes later Samantha's hair was dripping with piss; the bottom of the cabinet was filled by about a half inch. It was only 9:45 once they all started having coffee breaks the flow would really start. Gradually the piss began to get deeper; it had already soaked through Samantha's shoes and into her stockings. Another turd flew out of the pipe just as she looked up, this was another soft one, and it hit her clean in the face, a large chunk going in her mouth. She began to cry uncontrollably. "Well, well, looks like that one was the result of another over rich executive snack. You should be proud Samantha, I think that was the company president!" After lunch the cabinet really did start to fill up, it was half full by 1pm. The air in the cabinet was acrid as turds bobbed up and down around Samantha's waist. Dirk though things were going a little slow for his liking so he diverted the public toilets in the shopping mall into the cabinet. Before long this paid dividends, someone had thrown up; it splattered all over Samantha who just gave out a long wail of disgust. By 5pm it was up to her neck, Samantha had tilted her head back to avoid the floaters but this made her face a perfect target for the new arrivals. The level rose higher, she was already in tiptoes, her wrists secured to the cabinet wouldn't let her get any higher. With a look of desperation and resignation on her face Samantha realised the only way to stay alive was to drink. The cameras zoomed in as she opened her mouth and the thick orange yellow liquid flowed into her stomach. A small turd slipped into her mouth, it was to late, and Samantha swallowed shit. Gradually her own bowels filled, not believing what was happening Samantha began to pee herself. Her mouth was completely covered now before long she would die. Samantha began to thrash about in the cabinet as she took in her first breath of piss, the more she struggled the more she took in. Samantha looked at the camera pleadingly as she felt her lungs fill with warm liquid. She couldn't breath; her head began to feel light she no longer had anything to worry about. Just as she died she looked at the camera and smiled. With his job complete and another work of art under his belt the contents of the cabinet Samantha included was dumped in the sewer where it all belonged. JOANNA Joanna was a 37 year old divorcee, with her new found freedom and new found wealth she was starting to enjoy life once again. She loved to visit the zoo, in fact that's where Dirk first saw her, giggling as she fed the elephants currant buns. Joanna liked to dress casual, wearing trainers, jeans and sweatshirts most of the time. To Dirk's expert eye she was a masterpiece in waiting, he contented himself by watching her as he made plans for her future role as a work of art. When in the zoo Joanna was in a world of her own, she moved from enclosure to enclosure imagining she was in exotic and far away places watching the animals in their natural habitats. She imagined herself running naked through the jungle or across the African plains, keeping pace with the Wildebeest and Gazelles. As she turned she saw one of the zookeepers walking towards her. She gave him a beaming smile, envious that his work allowed him to be with the animals as much as he wanted. Joanna held out her hand. She gasped and tried to step backwards as the needle sank into her wrist. She just stood in front of Dirk to shocked to move as he drugged her. As Joanna opened her eyes, the cold glass eye of a video camera stared back at her. She soon realised that her hands and feet were bound, she looked around the empty room, nothing; except a couple of cameras; watching her. She knew she was still in the zoo, a musty smell filled the air, an inflatable gag filled her mouth, and she couldn't even call for help. She sat up as the metal door swung open; Dirk walked in with his trusty kitchen scissors. Dirk smiled in amusement as Joanna tried to scream. He began cutting off her clothes. Once Joanna was naked, Dirk stood back to admire her firm body. Her large ripe breasts had just the right amount of sag for a woman of her age; each tipped with a large pink nipple. Her pussy was clean-shaven; her full pouting pussy lips hung slightly open inviting Dirk to fuck her. But no, this wasn't the place for sex; this was art. He gave Joanna another injection, not to kill the pain, but to make sure she was awake and aware through her entire performance. Dirk untied Joanna's feet and strapped each of her ankles to a spreader bar, her legs were then forced open as wide as Dirk could get them. He removed the gag. "Please! No! I'll give you money! Don't rape me please!" Dirk smiled, and in a soft reassuring voice told her that he had no intention of raping her now or ever. Joanna didn't understand, and kept pleading to be let free. "You love animals, don't you?" Dirk grinned. "Nooooooo! It's a dog isn't it? You're going to film me being raped by a dog!" "This isn't about sex!" Dirk reassured her "this is art, art of the flesh!" "W, What!" "It's a surprise; but I want you to know you can scream as much as you like." Dirk left the room for a few minutes and returned with more camera equipment, he looked over at Joanna lying on the floor. She was watching his every move trying to work out what was going to happen. Dirk couldn't help but notice her now erect nipples and the moisture glistening on the lips of her pussy. Without saying a word he took off his belt, and lashed Joanna across her flat stomach. She screamed as expected, a nice red line formed across her belly, her nipples grew larger. "She's enjoying it" Dirk thought, "She's a born star!" He pushed a large crate into the doorway, blocking it completely. He opened a door built into the side of the crate. A stream of grey, black and brown furry bodies launched themselves into the room, desperate to escape their confinement. Joanna screamed, she tried to move. "RATS! Nooooo! I can't stand rats!" "Oh Joanna! These are very special rats. They haven't been fed for a very long time!" Joanna let out a loud groan as Dirk's words sank in. The rats were already sniffing the air; they could smell Joanna's fear. One or two braver ones had already found her and smelled her firm meat. Joanna kept as still and as quite as she could, she let out a small whimper as two rats climbed onto her belly, their cold claws scratching her skin. One walked up her body, between her breasts, continued up her chest and looked her in the eye. It began sniffing around her mouth, licking her lips. Joanna made her first mistake, she opened her mouth to scream, and the rat pushed its head inside. Joanna made her second and final mistake. Her jaws closed on the animal's neck, it squealed as Joanna bit into it, the rat's spine crunched as Joanna bit down hard. She flicked her head to one side throwing the body into the mass of fur where it was instantly consumed. She spat out the head, which too was set upon by the hungry rats. The hunger felt by the rats had now been enflamed they needed food, and wanted it now; it wasn't long before they noticed the helpless firm body just waiting to be devoured. Joanna gave out a real good scream as the first rat sank its teeth into her left thigh, tearing off a chunk of juicy red meat. Another followed, then another. Pain shot through Joanna's body as a hole 3- inches across and 2inches deep was gnawed into her leg. More rats climbed onto her belly, A large black rat sank its teeth into her right breast, she watched horrified as it burrowed into her soft flesh, it's head disappeared from view; eating its way deeper into her. "Nooooo! Stop it Pleeeaaassee!" Joanna's eyes bulged with shock as four rats began pulling on her tender pussy lips. She could feel their teeth gripping her; they pulled harder, and harder again. She felt her lips begin to stretch pulled taught by the hungry rats. Her words were now nothing more than guttural grunts and moans as she felt her outer pussy lips torn from her body. The black rat on her chest was now inside her right breast, her skin bulged and stretched as the rat moved around inside. Another set of teeth started gnawing on her left nipple; her still erect nipple turned red as the rat's sharp teeth snipped off her teat. She watched it chew then swallow, before taking another bite. She could feel several rats moving around inside her hollowed out left thigh. Her body convulsed with pain as her clit was ripped in two. One brave rat pushed its way into her pussy and began eating her cunt from the inside. More teeth tore at the flesh between her pussy and ass, within minutes Joanna had only one large bloody hole between her legs. The rats fought amongst themselves as they tried to climb inside her, tearing at her juicy entrails. Dirk controlled the cameras, detached from the suffering of his victim. He kept her face in shot at all times; other cameras zoomed in on individual rats stripping Joanna to the bone. Her left leg was quite literally skin and bone. The pain of hungry mouths eating their way from her guts into her chest was getting worse. Joanna willed them on, realising that when they reached her heart she would be free. The firm cheeks of her ass were being torn apart, suddenly her whole body arched as the first rat reached her heart. An agonising shaft of pain crashed through her body, her ruptured heart pumped her blood into the tunnel made by the rats, it poured out from between her legs. Joanna let out a loud sigh of relief and died. Dirk continued filming as the rats ate her body. Joanna had lasted longer than Dirk had though possible, he had known she was a star. With the rats now full and ready to burst, Dirk put the remains of Joanna into a sack and took them over to the reptile house. There was still enough meat on her bones to interest the crocodiles, and no one ever checked the crocodile shit for human remains. With three films in the bag Dirk sat down in his local bar, drinking a nice cold beer. He had to come up with some more original ideas, more bizarre imaginative endings. He decided to take a walk around the block, breathe in some exhaust fumes get his brain working. He began looking around for inspiration, and that's when he saw you! End...? -- +----------------' Story submission `-+-' Moderator contact `--------------+ | | | | Archive site +----------------------+--------------------+ Newsgroup FAQ | ----