S D Chapman GARY 3/ Gary Pumps and Fills Tracy (All 4 books now under book 1) Thank you for reading Gary pumps and fills Tracy.
Please read the last in the Gary series; Gary gets hard for Yvonne.

Many thanks to Raylina Sykes; proofreader, editor and cover designer. 
 
 
 Gary pumps and fills Tracy 
 Gary is in an expensive clothes shop buying a new winter coat. 
   
 "That's very nice on you." a voice pipes up from behind him. 
   
 He twirls round expecting to see the shop assistant, but instead before him stands a tall blond woman dressed in an airline uniform. She asks, "You're Gary aren't you?" 
   
 Gary nods, "Do I know you?" he asks. 
   
 "We went to school together; I'm Tracy." 
   
 Gary thinks for a moment. "Ah yes I remember you now. How are you doing?" 
   
 Tracy replies, "I'm good. I work as an air hostess; I'm off work after today for a week. You can't be doing too bad for yourself either or else you wouldn't be shopping in here." 
   
 "I'm a man of leisure these days; my old man died leaving everything to me; suffice to say I've got a few bob and I also own the old farm just outside Doncaster." Her eyes narrow in disbelief. "Do you live round here? Can I give you a lift?" Gary asks her. 
   
 "I have my own car." She replies in a snooty way. 
   
 Gary really wants to get this woman back to his place. She was the main bully at his school, and she made his childhood hell. He would really love to fuck her up big time! If he could just get her interested in him he could really go to town on the bitch. 
   
 "I'm glad I ran into you; I'm hosting a school reunion at my mansion tomorrow and you are one of the last few that I've yet to invite. There'll be champagne, and caviar vol-au-vonts, no expence has been spared. It'd be interesting to see how your class mates have done since school wouldn't it? Here's my address." Gary hands her a card with his address on one side and a little map on the back. 
   
 "Isn't that the old farm?" she asks. 
   
 Gary rolls his eyes, fighting the urge to throttle her and point out that he'd just told her that! "Yes, I spent a small fortune converting it into my luxury home." He manages a forced smile. 
   
 Tracy asks, "Can I bring Hal, my other half?" 
   
 Gary cringes; he doesn't want her to bring a bloke into his home; a bloke would complicate things and could put up a serious fight. "Of course you can, the more, the merrier. The party starts at seven in the evening." He manages another fake smile. 
   
 As they go their separate ways he starts to plan how best to get rid of her husband. He thinks rohypnol slipped into their drinks, then drag the husband outside and slit his throat, leaving Tracy to recover before having his fun. 'Not a bad plan,' he thinks to himself 
   
 The next day Gary moves several of his cars from the garage, parking them outside the house so Tracy and Hal would think some guests had already arrived. He sorts out some 'toys' that he wants to use on Tracy. He sticks balloons round the door to his playhouse and sets the door to stay open, so they would know which building to go into. Nearer the time, he puts some loud party music on and sets a small table near the doorway with champagne glasses ready to be drank with the small addition of rohypnol to make his victims a lot easier to deal with. At a quarter to seven he opens the main gates and waits. At twenty to eight he hears a car come up the driveway. He tries to look like he's enjoying a party as he walks forward to greet his guests. 
   
 Tracy gets out of the passenger side and another lass gets out of the driving seat. Tracy introduces her, "Hello Gary, this is my other half...Haley." 
   
 Gary stands speechless. He expected a problem, only to be given a gift; he couldn't believe his luck. 
   
 He shows them to the table in the playhouse doorway and pushes a drink each into their hands. "Drink up ladies, there's plenty to go round." Haley necks her champagne and grabs another glass, while Tracy sips it delicately. "Well shall I introduce you to the party?" Gary prompts, noticing that Hal is quickly succumbing to the drug and struggling to walk straight. Gary points to the end of the corridor, "Just go in, I'm right behind you." As they walk into the main room he activates the locking mechanism on the front door. 
   
 Tracy is first into the room and notices that nobody else is there. She hesitates a moment so Gary gives her a shove. She staggers into the room. Hal staggers in under her own steam before collapsing on the floor. 
   
 "Hal, Hal!" Tracy screeches in panic. 
   
 "She'll be fine, the drug will wear off before morning." Gary turns off the deafening music. Tracy lunges at Gary, trying to thump him; he just grabs her arms and twists her round so her arms are behind her. "You were nasty to me through school, now it's my turn!" he whispers menacingly in her ear. 
   
 He pushes her over to the bed and cuffs one wrist to the bedpost. He then drags Hal over to the St Andrews cross, completely undresses her and cuffs one of her wrists to an ankle restraint at the bottom of the cross. He turns his attention back to Tracy; she hadn't drank enough for the drug to affect her. He pulls a clear plastic bag from a nearby cupboard and puts it over Hal's head with a large elastic band round her neck to make sure it has a snug fit, her shallow breaths gradually suck the plastic to her mouth. He un-cuffs Tracy. "Strip naked, now!" he orders. Tracy doesn't move. "We can sit back and watch your girlfriend suffocate if you prefer." Tracy undresses to her underwear. "Naked does mean ALL your clothes! Quickly, I don't think Hal's brain cells can last much longer without oxygen!" Tracy hurriedly removes her bra and panties. Gary pulls the bag from Hal's unconscious head. 
   
 "On the bed, now!" Gary barks. Tracy obeys. Gary strides to the bedside and cuffs her spread-eagle to the posts. "I wonder how long it takes me to get naked." Gary says, as he pulls the plastic bag over Tracy's head. It doesn't take long for the air in the bag to be used up as Tracy struggles to breathe. The bag dips into her mouth as she sucks desperately for air, her lungs crying out for another breath. Gary slowly undresses, taking his time and waiting for just the right moment. She is on the verge of passing out when he finally removes the bag. She gasps with tears trickling down the sides of her face. 
   
 Gary climbs on top of her, letting all his bodyweight press against her, making it hard for her to breathe. She struggles beneath him, her chest unable to expand enough to get a descent breath. She wheezes, "Get off!" He ignores her, and he places his hands round her throat and squeezes. Tracy writhes, balling her fists, going red in the face, tears forming in her screwed up eyes. Gary is getting hard, he lets go of her throat and kneels between her trembling thighs. 
   
 As he forces himself into her she tries to shout but it comes out as a squeak, "No, I don't want a man inside me!" He just carries on and thrusts his cock inside her soft cunt. She cries, helpless to stop his intrusion. Every time she stops crying he strangles her again so she's constantly suffering and in fear of her life. 
   
 When he finally gets bored he stands up saying, "You may as well try to get some sleep; I'll be back in the morning." 
   
 Tracy speaks up, "I need to pee." 
   
 "Do it on the bed, you have to sleep in it!" Gary replies as he leaves. 
   
 Back in the main house Gary calls a friend who runs a scrap yard. He can make anything disappear. An hour later Paul and Steve turn up, Gary explains his plan. Paul drives the women's car away while Steve drives their own van back. Paul sees a speed camera and accelerates through it, providing evidence that the girls car left Gary's house that night. 
   
 It's half past seven in the morning when he enters the playhouse. His prisoners are awake and tugging at their restraints. "What is this about? Why are we being held hostage?" His lesbian 'guests' demand. 
   
 "You are not hostages; I have not made demands for money or anything to any outside source. You are prisoners, mine to do with whatever I want, and I want to do so much to you!" The two women look at him in disbelief, barely able to fully comprehend what he'd just said. "I lured Tracy here so I could torture and fuck her to death, but you," he looks at Haley. "You are a short term bonus." The women look at each other in shock. 
   
 Gary walks up to Haley. "Don't think for one moment that I'm gonna let you stick that filthy thing in me!" Hal says glancing at Gary's impressive manhood. 
   
 He uncuffs her wrist and stands her up against the cross, then secures her wrists and ankles to it. "Oh, trust me, this filthy thing will be thrust repeatedly and violently into you!" 
   
 He stands back looking at her small, 'fried egg' size boobs. "I bet you wish you had bigger tits. I'm going to give you a boob job!"  Hal watches fearfully as he picks up a knife and stabs her just below her left breast. Her screams echo around the room as he pushes the knife up deeper and wiggles it from side to side, mincing her breast tissue inside. Cutting through muscle and fat, he makes a pocket inside her barely there boob. Tracy was yelling at him to leave her girlfriend alone. After he finishes hollowing out her left breast he does the same to her right, blood dribbling all down her belly. Haley's screams make his dick hard, he pushes his dick inside her, savouring the feel of a lesbian's tight cunt. He feels like captain Kirk, boldly going where few men have gone before. When he's done, he fetches a couple of balloons and a tank of air. 
   
 Tracy is almost hoarse from all the screaming she's been doing on behalf of Haley. Gary approaches her. "Don't you ever shut up? It'll be your turn soon enough!" He looks past her for a moment and has an idea. He un-cuffs Tracy from the bed and cuffs her hands above her head, attaching her to a length of chain hanging from the ceiling. He pulls her up so she is suspended by her wrists. "Now you'll have a hard time screaming; in this position your rib cage can't expand properly, therefore your lungs can't expand properly. You will struggle to breathe, and if I leave you here long enough you will suffocate. Have you never heard of positional asphyxia?" He turns his attention back to Hal. 
   
 He prods one balloon inside Hal's left breast, pushing it up into the cavity that he'd made and connects it to the tank of air. Gary slowly turns on the air and the balloon starts to inflate, stretching the skin of her breast. "Stop, stop, stop!" she yells. 
   
 He keeps going until it looks like the tit can't take anymore, then he ties off the balloon. "There you are, a good size or two bigger." He gives the new tit a roll with his palm, and she screams in agony as the rubber balloon rubs against her raw bloody internal flesh. Tracy wants to shout at him but it's all she can do to breathe, she just hangs by her wrists gasping for breath. Gary prods the other balloon into her right tit and starts inflating it. Her screams soak into his dick like water into a sponge and before long he's thrusting himself into her tight velvety depths. She is in agony as her breast slowly increases in size, her skin stretching tighter and tighter. Gary gets carried away as he shoots another load up inside her. Suddenly her screams hit a higher pitch as her right tit bursts open, half her tit hanging off and dangling to the middle of her chest. Haley was not only screaming with pain and fear but also because of the weird sensation of half her tit rubbing against her chest. Gary fucks her harder and harder, driven on by her agonies. "Oh well, that's no use now is it." he says casually as he grasps the torn lump of flesh and rips it from her body, a ribbon of skin tearing off with it almost down to her navel. Hal goes hysterical, shrieking and calling out to God for help. Gary grabs her shoulders and pulls with every thrust to drive himself as deep as humanly possible into her trembling cunt. He loses count of how many times he climaxes. Eventually Hal goes quiet and just stares down at her lump of flesh on the floor. Gary becomes bored and his dick softens. 
   
 He goes over to Tracy who is teetering on the edge of consciousness and barely breathing. As he approaches her, her heart rate quickens with fear, demanding more oxygen than she can give and she passes out. Gary un-cuffs her and dumps her on the bed with a dog collar round her neck and a chain attached to a hook above the bed. She can move about on the bed and even stand by the bed, but doesn't have her freedom. 
   
 Just then the intercom crackles to life. Paul and Steve are at the main gates. Gary buzzes them in and goes to meet them. "Welcome to the fuck-house." Gary says as he lets them in. Steve goes over to Tracy and gets straight down to business, fucking her hard. Paul whispers something to Gary and Gary disappears into the kitchen as Paul then walks over to Hal, sticks out his tongue and licks her open tit wound. He savours the taste of her warm blood coating his tongue; he tries to push his tongue inside the torn flesh as though he was licking her pussy out. Haley screams in agony and disgust as his tongue flicks all over her wound. Paul then works his way down and sucks on her clit, flicking his tongue back and forth. He sucks her clit deep into his mouth, as though it was a sugar dummy. Hal's starting to enjoy it and her clit engorges with blood. Paul then bites hard, biting her clit off. Hal's screams reverberate around the room, blood pouring from her nether regions as he pulls away, her clit clamped firmly between his teeth. He then fucks her violently, blood splattering everywhere. A few minutes later he was done. 
   
 Gary steps forward with a red hot butter knife, he touches the side of it against Hal's clitless cunt, courturising the wound. "We don't want you bleeding to death, that's not painful enough!" Gary says to Hal before chucking the knife into the kitchen sink. 
   
 Paul goes over to Tracy. "You're a lesbo aren't you?" Tracy nods fearfully. "You like to eat your girlfriend's pussy?" 
   
 Tracy knows what's coming and shakes her head, tearfully murmuring, "No." 
   
 "Of course you do! Suck it!" He presents Hal's clit to her. Tracy shakes her head, clamping her mouth firmly shut. Steve laughs as Paul rubs the clit across her lips, and Tracy squeaks in refusal. Steve grabs her nose with one hand and her jaw with the other, her mouth opens. Paul quickly pops Hal's clit onto her tongue. "Swallow it!" Paul orders. Tracy gags a few times before managing to swallow it down, her throat and tummy churning in disgust, threatening to expel her girlfriend's bodypart at any moment. Paul goes to get cleaned up while Steve continues his fun with Tracy.  
   
 Steve is a big bloke, with hands like pit shovels and fists almost the size of a man's head. He pokes a few fingers into Tracy's vagina then squeezes his thumb in. She screams with pain as her vagina tears under the onslaught of his huge hand sliding inside her. He makes it even worse for her by balling his hand into a fist and giving her a very violent fisting, sliding in and out effortlessly, her blood acting as lubrication. She cries, "Leave me alone, I've had enough, I've suffered enough!" 
   
 Steve replies, "No such thing as 'enough suffering'!" He rams his fist all the way into her uterus, opening his hand to stroke her insides, feeling her warmth. Then balling his fist again and pulling out. He wipes his hand on the bloody bed sheets and goes to get cleaned up. The girls are left alone for about an hour while Gary, Paul and Steve have a can of larger each, then Paul and Steve leave. 
   
 Gary comes into the playhouse and cuffs Tracy face down over a table. He gets a long balloon and connects it to the tubing attached to the air tank, then he pushes the balloon up her arse and slowly begins to inflate it. Soon she is squirming in discomfort as the balloon gets longer, pushing itself deeper inside. She can feel it pressing tightly against her rectal wall and filling her guts to the max. She tries to squirm but it hurts more, so she lays stiff like a board and starts to cry. Gary re-adjusts the air line, holding it along the crack of her arse and forces his dick into her cunt. He can feel the balloon pressing through her insides, putting extra pressure against his throbbing hot stiff cock as he screws her. He continues to inflate the balloon more, more, more...There's a muffled 'pop' and Tracy lets out a high pitched yelp. He felt it too; that balloon packed quite a punch when it burst. He withdraws, his cock sore from the balloon bursting within her. He isn't a masochist, just a sadist; he loves to cause pain but not receive it. 
   
 He shuffles around the room cupping his manhood, his face bright red with pain. Both women laugh, glad to see him suffer for a change. Gary instantly forgets his pain as anger takes over. He grabs the tank of air and the pipe. Lunging at Haley he brings the metal pipe down like a knife and stabs her through the wound where her right tit used to be. The pipe sinks deep inside her chest, and he turns the air tank on. Haley screams as he forces air into her chest cavity, collapsing one lung. Hal gasps for breath, struggling with half the breathing capability she had a moment before. Gary fucks her aggressively. "How are you going to laugh without lungs, bitch!" 
   
 Hal struggles an apology, "Sorry, sorry, sorry." Tears stream down her face. Gary is so turned on, his dick throbs as he rams it into the lesbian's cunt over and over. He cums so hard his legs almost give way beneath him and he's forced to withdraw. He goes to the loo and takes a minute or so to recover. 
   
 He goes back to Haley who's still on the St Andrews cross wheezing for breath. "Do you want your lung re-inflated?" Gary asks. Hal nods, not fully realizing what she's just agreed to. He pulls the air pipe out of her chest, then tilts her head back and rams it down her throat. Hal gags and writhes, tears pouring down her cheeks as it dawns on her what's about to happen. Gary turns on the air flow, inflating her lungs beyond their normal volume. Hal tries to wrench her arms from her shackles but the restraints are secure. She can't breath, though her lungs are full of oxygen she can't exhale. Gary laughs at her suffering as he turns up the flow rate until her lungs burst. Haley nods a few times as she slips into unconsciousness and dies. Gary loves the sight of death and indulges in a post mortem fuck. 
   
 Tracy is wailing uncontrollably as she mourns the death of her lover. Gary approaches her carrying the air tank. "Just kill me and get it over with!" she screams at him. 
   
 "All in good time, but I want you to suffer a bit more first!" Gary hisses in her face. He takes her off the table and cuffs her back onto the bed. He opens a cupboard and pulls out a catheter, he crouches between her legs and inserts it into her urethra. He grabs a bowl and holds it under the other end of the catheter as he pushes it up into her bladder. Her piss flows down the tube into the bowl. When no more piss comes out he connects the end of the catheter to the air tank. Tracy's eyes widen in fear as he starts to inflate her bladder. "Stop, stop, stop, aaarrrgghh!" she screams as her bladder stretches like a balloon. Suddenly she bucks and shakes as her bladder tears, her eyes screwed up in agony. Gary pulls out the catheter, and it's followed by a reasonable amount of blood. He is hard again and enters her, thrusting into her cunt, blood splattering everywhere. Her screams are music to his ears as he pounds repeatedly into her hot velvety depths. After he withers he goes and cleans her blood off himself. 
   
 Gary's getting hungry; a glance up at the clock says it's past two in the afternoon. He goes to the main house and gets something to eat. He doesn't bother asking Tracy if she's hungry. The bitch doesn't deserve to eat; she'll be dead soon anyway. 
   
 When Gary returns to his playhouse Tracy is shaking with pain, a mix of blood and urine leaking from her nether regions, soaking the bed sheets through. He walks past her to the St Andrews cross where Hal's lifeless body is hanging, he uncuffs her and takes her outside where he chops off a few choice cuts of meat for his freezer. He looks down at Hal's half butchered carcass; she looks like a half decomposed zombie. His dick gives a twitch and he gets down to fucking her again. He delights in feeling her open wounds, blood and bones rubbing against him, even though he knows she's dead and isn't suffering; he is in his true element. He pulls out of her vagina and pushes his dick into her tit wound, it slides in smoothly. He builds up speed fucking her wound and shoots his load into her chest cavity. When done he dumps her violated corps into the pigpen, keeping her head to demonstrate something to Tracy later. 
   
 Back inside the playhouse he gets a quick shower and gets the vacuum cleaner out. He takes it over to where Tracy is laying terrified on the bed. He puts the vacuum pipe onto one of her tits and turns it on. She screams as her tit is pulled tight against the pipe, and he twists the pipe and it cuts into her skin. Her imagination runs away with her and she imagines her tit coming off and flying up the pipe. He licks his lips as she squirms in pain. He vacuums as much of her body as he can and by the time he's finished, she's covered in many vacuum hickys. 
   
 Gary next fetches an air rifle that he uses sometimes to shoot rabbits and pigeons on his land. The silencer on it was only about three centimetres in diameter; he slides a rubber cock ring onto the silencer and then pushes the rifle up into her vagina until the rubber cock ring was only just inside her pussy. He gun-fucks her, listening to her plead for her life. "Don't, don't, please, no..." she says, tears streaming down her face. Gary laughs as he cocks the air rifle. It isn't loaded, but it doesn't need to be. He pushes the gun in deep and squeezes the trigger. "Aaarrgghh!" she screams repeatedly as the rush of pressurized air ruptures her uterus. He pulls the gun out and is rewarded with a stream of blood. 
   
 He laughs at her fear and pain. "You thought you were going to die then didn't you?" he taunts. "Well you will soon, very soon." He places a small cage with a rabbit inside on a table so she has a clear view of it. Next he gets an air compressor. She looks at him in confusion. Gary briefly explains, "This is like the air rifle but a hell of a lot more powerful!" He then switches the compressor on, aims the nozzle through the cage at the rabbit and gives the trigger a squeeze. The rabbit explodes and the cage is blown across the room in tatters. Tracy looks at him in shock. "Or to put it another way," Gary says as he puts Hal's decapitated head on the table. 
   
 Tracy yells, "Bastard!" as Gary blasts Hal's head into a hundred pieces. 
   
 "All with the power of nothing but air!" he says as he blows across the nozzle like a gun slinger. Tracy is sobbing her heart out now with a mix of pain, grief and terror. 
   
 Gary approaches Tracy with his compressor, and she screams and cries. Gary in mock sympathy says, "I thought you'd be looking forward to this moment; after this you'll suffer no more pain and you'll be with your girlfriend." He then rams the nozzle roughly up into Tracy's cunt. He angles the nozzle to one side and gives the trigger a quick squeeze. Tracy tries to scream as her ribs are blown out on one side, then he does the same to her other side, she can't breathe now as her lungs are torn and exposed. He pushes the nozzle in deeper and straighter then squeezes the trigger again. Tracy sees her shoulder disintegrate and her heart hit the wall by her head as death finally takes her into its peaceful embrace. Gary pushes the nozzle up towards her neck and sends a rush of high pressure air into her head. Her skull shatters, brains spilling onto the bed, wall and floor. He picks up as much brain, heart, lung and other bits as possible, placing them on the bed. He rolls around in her blood and organs, fucking her again and again, shooting load after load. What was left of her rib cage gives way beneath him and he lays, nestling in her warm guts as he enjoys the last of her body. He lays there for ages, his belly inside hers until she starts to go cold. 
   
 He cleans himself off and throws what's left of her to his pigs; there isn't anything left on the body for him to eat. He sorts the recordings onto a data stick as usual and then starts cleaning up one hell of a mess. A few days later the police call round, asking a lot of questions. Gary tells the officers that the women left alive and well. The next day the police call to say that they have a picture taken by a speed camera on the night in question, of the woman's car on their way home from the party. This little piece of evidence is enough to throw the police off his scent. 
   
 Gary has gotten away with murder again. 
 How much longer can he get away with his crimes? 
   
 The end, untill next time.  
 
 
 Editing: Raylina Sykes Publication Date: May 15th 2017 https://www.bookrix.com/-ex5fb6564016455