Message-ID: <36693asstr$1023073806@assm.asstr-mirror.org> Return-Path: X-Original-Path: not-for-mail From: worthlesspainslut@hotmail.com (e. wolf) X-Original-Message-ID: Content-Transfer-Encoding: 8bit NNTP-Posting-Date: 2 Jun 2002 22:51:38 GMT X-ASSTR-Original-Date: 2 Jun 2002 15:51:38 -0700 Subject: {ASSM} Crazy Jack's House Chapter One (M+/F+M+/nc, kidnap, torture, rape, mutilation) Date: Sun, 2 Jun 2002 23:10:06 -0400 Path: assm.asstr-mirror.org!not-for-mail Approved: Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d X-Archived-At: X-Moderator-Contact: ASSTR ASSM moderation X-Story-Submission: X-Moderator-ID: newsman, gill-bates Crazy Jack's House By e. wolf M+/F+M+/nc, kidnap, torture, rape, mutilation. All the good stuff. Do not read this if you're easily offended or are under the legal age of majority for where you live. CHAPTER ONE - The Dungeon Lana sobbed bitterly. She'd been told all her life to stay away from the big house on the hill, the crumbling palatial estate where Crazy Jack Fleming lived. But it had been years since anyone had seen or heard from the man, and she and her friends had thought it would be funny to see how close they could get to the house without getting caught. She wondered if anyone would look for her. For years the town had seen more than its fair share of vanishing young people ? when she eleven or twelve there had been a rash of disappearances ? a gang of teenagers who liked to come up the hill and drink in the woods on Crazy Jack's property seemed to vanish into thin air, one or two at a time. But there hadn't been anything like it in a long time, and she'd thought maybe old Jack had gone and died or just moved away. Rumour had it he owned three-quarters of the town ... the sawmill where Lana's dad worked, the bank that held mortgages on the homes of just about everyone's parents. But Crazy Jack never appeared in town, hadn't shown his face in years. Just his younger brother Richard, a hulking great man who looked more like he belonged in a Mafia movie than a small town like this one. Lana wondered what part of the house she was in now ? obviously she was underground, but the whispers among the kids at her school were that there was at least one level of sub-basement under the house that served as a dungeon for all the ?missing' kids in town. But she'd always figured that was just urban legend ? after all, wouldn't the police have come up here looking for them? Of course they would have searched the basement. But now here she was, bound to a hard wooden chair in a pitch-dark room, her wrists bound behind her, ankles tied to each of the chair's front legs. She was still clothed, but from the cold wet feel of her jeans and T-shirt she'd spent quite a long time in a damp, enclosed space before awakening here. It had all happened so quickly ... they'd been creeping up to the stone wall surrounding the house when suddenly someone had leapt out of the bushes at the base of the wall. Lana's friends had scattered, but in her haste to run away she hadn't been looking where she was going and had stepped right into ... what was it? A snare? Some kind of trap, anyway. Suddenly she'd found herself with a rope around her ankle, dangling upside-down from a tree branch overhead. She'd thrashed there for a long time ... it felt like hours but was probably more like fifteen minutes before she'd felt someone coming behind her in the darkness, a hand closing over her face, holding a rag soaked in some kind of anaesthetic ? chloroform, perhaps ? and she knew nothing else until she'd awoken tied in the chair. She sat for a long time, shivering in the dark, cold and terrified. After an age she heard a noise ? the sound of a door opening, metal scraping against concrete. "Lana Carpenter. Welcome to my home." Lana was startled to see a man's silhouette in the doorway that had just opened, his shoulders so broad they nearly filled the door frame. "H-how do you know my name?" "I've had my eyes on you for some time, Lana. I was hoping to see you near my house. I've been wanting a new pet and I think you'll do nicely." "You'll never get away with this," she said, her voice sounding braver than she felt. "My dad will?" "Your daddy will be paid nicely for his trouble." The man laughed. "He'll get a nice promotion, I'll take care of the mortgage on his house. I'll make sure that little brother of yours goes to a nice college. I always pay my suppliers very well." "Your suppliers?" "That's right. Every parent in this town knows I might come and claim one of their children at any time. And yet none of them move away. They know they'll be well-compensated if their child happens to be the one chosen. In fact, some of them even offer their children to me. Tie them up and bring them to me in a bag. I've gotten several of my pets that way." He approached her, a long sharp knife in his hand. "Just so you know, darling Lana, there's no chance of escaping from here. I've got a number of security features that make it impossible for anyone I don't want leaving to get out of my house. You'll be interested in knowing that I hold a number of patents on high-tech security devices. Iris scanners, infrared fingerprint readers ... they're the source of a great percentage of my fortune ... so really, you haven't got a hope of getting out of here, so there's not much point in struggling. Of course, most of my new pets do decide to make a desperate dash for freedom at some point or another, but none of them have ever made it. I always enjoy punishing them afterward, though, so I don't mind too much. I do take it a little personally, though. I like to think I'm a good host. Would you like to take a tour of my home? I think it would be nice if you saw some of my other pets before I show you where you'll be spending the rest of your tortuous, pain-filled days." "P-please," Lana said. She didn't finish the sentence ? there would have been no point in begging for mercy after what Crazy Jack had just said. He used the huge knife to cut the ropes holding her to the chair, leaving her wrists tied together behind her back. "I think I'll let you walk for the time being," he said. "After all, you haven't properly been inducted into my little stable yet, so I suppose there's no harm in letting you get around on your own steam." He led her out into a brightly lit hallway, fluorescent lights nearly blinding her. Lana was surprised at how normal he looked in the light, a big man with dark hair and piercing blue eyes, not nearly as old as she'd imagined he'd be, and not nearly as frightening-looking. Except that he was turning out to be about ten times as scary as she could have imagined. She glanced back at the room they'd come from, its dank walls and heavy steel door barely illuminated by the bright lights of the hall. "That's my waiting room," Crazy Jack told her. "There are other Masters here - my brother Richard and a few others - and a large number of trainers I keep on staff, but I like to greet each of my new pets personally. So I keep them in there until I get a chance to show them around myself. You're lucky I didn't have much else to do this week ? sometimes it takes me a few days to get down here." The rest of the corridor was lined with barred doors that were obviously cages of some kind. The hall floor was tiled in bright white ceramic, the cages themselves in dark, damp stone. They didn't look particularly comfortable ? each was about four feet cubed, stacked one on top of each other like lockers. On the back wall of each was an arrangement of chains and iron shackles that sent a shudder down Lana's spine. "Oh, don't worry, you won't be spending too much time in here," Crazy Jack told her. "A week or two at most until we figure out where you'll best fit into the household. Oh, and if you misbehave we'll have you spend a few weeks here until your punishment is decided on." Most of the cages ? there were about fifty of them in all ? were empty. But five of them weren't. There were three females and two males in the cages, and Crazy Jack stopped Lana in front of each one to ensure that she had a good look at them in turn. "This is F97R-G," he said, stopping in front of the first cage. It held a blond girl a little older than Lana, her hair cut short and ragged and her small breasts covered with horrible red welts. Lana was startled as she recognized the girl ? it was Karen MacPherson, who'd been in Lana's seventh-grade class. Karen's family had moved away the summer after junior high school ? Lana had always assumed Karen had gone with them. Now she realized with horror that the girl's family had probably just used the payoff they've gotten from Crazy Jack to relocate somewhere. "Karen?" Lana said softly. The girl's wide brown eyes were glassy and Lana wondered briefly if she'd been drugged. "Now, now. We don't use names here, sweetheart." Crazy Jack's blue eyes danced merrily. "You'll have your own replaced soon enough. Cunt!" he spoke sharply to the girl in the cage. "Show the new slut your brand." The girl who had been Karen MacPherson was chained to the rear wall of the cage by her neck, and barely had enough room to shuffle forward an inch or two and turn slightly so her left buttock was visible to Lana. Sure enough, ?F97R-G' was spelled out in thick scar tissue on her flesh. "W-what does that mean?" Lana whispered. "Well, ?F' is for female, of course. The second part is the year I acquired this particular cunt. ?R' is the eighteenth letter of the alphabet, which means she was the eighteenth female pet I managed to add to my collection that year. And ?G' is the part of the house where I keep this cunt: the Guest Wing. That's where I get another large percentage of my fortune: entertaining wealthy guests with my little pets. It's quite an elite position. Many of my pets hope to be assigned to the Guest Wing, because there are certain privileges associated with that role ... but we'll discuss that at a later time. Come along." "B-but ... what did she DO?" Lana asked, a hint of desperation in her voice. "What, to be put in here?" Crazy Jack laughed. "Well, she failed to please one of my guests, that's all. So she's being reassigned." Lana's heart raced. Where would she, herself, be assigned? Crazily she wondered how she could avoid displeasing the man who had taken her prisoner. But Crazy Jack had moved along to the next cage. The girl in it was older ? a woman, really, perhaps thirty years old and covered in horrible, ugly scars, every inch of her body welted and covered in thick scar tissue. Her breasts were huge, dangling to her waist with massive, distended purple nipples. "This cunt worked in my dairy for a number of years," Crazy Jack said. "But her tits seem to have dried up. So I'm afraid we're going to have to remove them." "Remove them?" Lana could scarcely believe what she was hearing. "Yes. We're having a party, some of my friends and I, this weekend. Roast breast of slut. We may take one or both of her legs as well. I've only just sent out the invitations so I'm not sure how much meat we'll be needing." Lana couldn't contain herself any longer. She burst into hysterical tears. "You're a sick fucker! What the hell's the matter with you? How could you do that to a human being?" Crazy Jack laughed. "These aren't human beings, my little friend," he said. "These are objects. Pets. Less than animals. And soon you will be, too." His grin was menacing. "I can hardly wait to start breaking you." He waited a moment for Lana to recover, her sobs receding to whimpers as she realized he was simply going to continue his tour of this house of horrors as though she was a sightseer. In the next cage was a man of about thirty-five, and when Lana looked into his cage she had to restrain herself from another bout of hysteria. The man was chained by his elbows to the wall, his arms hauled unnaturally over his head. His legs were chained as well, knees spread wide with a loop of chain behind each, attaching them firmly to the sides of the cage. That left his genitals spread wide as well, and the sight of them made Lana's blood run cold. His testicles were nailed to the bottom of the cage, huge steel spikes driven through each one, and between them his penis was stretched out, carpet tacks pinning it down. "W-what did he do?" she said. "Oh, him? He had an erection without permission. We caught him masturbating." Without further explanation he took Lana's arm and guided her to the next cage. The boy in this cage was scarcely more than a child, twelve or thirteen years old with a wild, terrified look in his eyes. "This one's not really being punished," Crazy Jack said. "He's just being broken in. He's one of my own, you see." "One of ..." "You don't think I could have all these wonderful toys around me all the time and not be tempted to put my cock into them from time to time, do you?" he said. "The natural result, of course, is that many of my toys are born right here in the house. They live a life of relative normalcy, except that they don't leave the house - some of my toys work as teachers and nursemaids - until they reach puberty. Then they're assessed. Some of them are naturally more suited to being a trainer than a toy ... those are the ones I like to take under my wing personally. This fellow, though, obviously didn't pass muster. So we'll be integrating him into our happy little family of slaves and paintoys just as soon as I get the chance. But first, we'll finish taking you on a little tour and get you started in your service to me." Lana let out a little whimper as he guided her to the last occupied cage in the row. This one contained a girl who might have been Lana's age or possibly a little younger. Lana nearly retched at the sight of her. The girl's mouth was spread open with what seemed to be a dental gag of some sort, stretching her jaw to what must have been a terribly painful extent. But the part that bothered Lana most was the girl's tongue. It had been pulled out of her mouth so far it was dried out and purple, and had been pierced with what looked like a railway spike so that she couldn't have drawn it back into her mouth if she wanted to. The girl's hands were chained over her head, her fingernails missing and fingertips raw and bloody. Her entire body was covered in welts and burn marks, and she appeared to be in horrible pain. Her breasts were pierced with the same kind of spikes as her tongue, and it appeared that her the lips of her vagina had been sewn together with some kind of thick metal wire. "I suppose you're wondering what happened to this cunt," Crazy Jack said with a grin. He had an arm around Lana's shoulders and was stroking her long, dark hair with an intensity that made Lana's skin crawl. "W-why would you do something like that to a person?" she said, nearly hyperventilating from terror and revulsion. "This little whore couldn't keep her mouth shut. Every time I left her alone with another of my pets she couldn't contain herself from talking to them. So we thought we'd give the bitch her own way. If she wants to wag her tongue, we'll give her plenty of opportunity. So we've been seeing how much she can take. Every four hours she's removed from the cage and tortured until she screams. We figure eventually she'll tear that tongue of hers in half from screaming and thrashing about. It's sort of an experiment, really ... a science project, if you will, for some of my trainers in training." Once they'd reached the end of the hallway Crazy Jack turned to Lana and looked her over appraisingly. "Now, the time has come, dearest pet, for you to take off your clothes and we can continue our tour of the house." 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