S D  Chapman GARY 4/ Gary gets hard for Yvonne (All 4 books now under book 1) Thank-you very much for reading the Gary series. 
I hope you found it as enjoyable and sickening as I did. :-p

Many thanks to Raylina Sykes for her skills at proofreading, editing and cover design.   
 
 
 Gary gets hard for Yvonne. (or: Gary gives Yvonne some wood) 
 Yvonne is twenty-eight years old, tall, bleached hair with dyed bright red ends and has over twenty tattoos. She's a down to earth Yorkshire lass who calls a shovel a spade and manure shit. Yvonne is on her allotment again just ten minutes walk from where she lives harvesting her potatoes and beetroot. She's had a bumper crop again, the other allotment holders are envious of her good fortune and quite a few passers by have overheard their jealous jests about whether to pour weedkiller on her crops or down her neck. Many people have also witnessed them throwing slugs and snails into her allotment and other petty, childish behaviors unbecoming of men in their twilight years. 
   
 Gary has also seen this dozens of times as he's driven past. He knows that he'd get away with anything as every finger would point to the jealous old allotment blokes, he hatches a plan to get her to his house. Gary befriends Yvonne, pulling up in a Citroen Picasso and regularly buying some fruit and veg from her for several months. Putting on a severe limp and using a walking stick to make her feel safe, biding his time, he wasn't in any rush, besides he still had a few Haley steaks in his freezer. 
   
 When he felt that he had well and truly earned her trust he mentioned that she could use some of his land to grow fruit and veg on. "I have a very large garden, too big for me really, It's many times larger than this plot. I'll let you grow whatever you want and I won't charge you a penny. If you have a good harvest I'd appreciate a few taties, onions, carrots etc. thrown in my direction, but other than that you'll have free use of my garden."  
   
 Yvonne shakes her head, "I couldn't do that..." 
   
 Gary stops her and says laughing, "Course you can, do I look like a mad axe-man or something? How could I attack anyone with this gammy leg."  
   
 They both laugh and Yvonne pictures him hobbling round a garden waving his stick with one hand and wielding a chainsaw with the other. She can see he's harmless. 
   
 "Just give it some thought, these allotment neighbours of yours don't seem very friendly."  
   
 Yvonne smiles an okay at him.  
   
 "See you next week." 
   
 "See ya."  
   
 A couple of months later on one of his visits Yvonne asks, "Remember the other month, you offered me the use of your garden?" 
   
 Gary smiles broadly, "Yes, the offer still stands." 
   
 Yvonne blushes, "Could I take you up on the offer? The council have put the rent up again, and the friction with the other allotment holders has gotten too much for me to deal with." 
   
 "Of course, let me know when you have some free time and I'll show you round..." 
   
 "No time like the present, If that's okay with you?"  
   
 Gary is taken aback, he wasn't expecting to have her today, 'I haven't got anything prepared.' he thinks to himself. "That's fine with me , hop in." Yvonne sits on the edge of the passenger seat while she changes out of her wellies and into her normal shoes, she wraps her wellies in a plastic carrier bag and puts them in a sports bag, then settles into the passenger seat of his car. 
   
 She is totally surprised and looks at him in disbelief as he pulls up infront of a pair of hugh gates. He presses a button on his keychain and the gates swing slowly open. "Home sweet home." he says as Yvonne looks on dumbfounded. He parks up outside his playhouse. "Wanna cupper first?" Gary asks as he goes into the playhouse. Yvonne hesitates for a moment then follows him inside. 
   
 The door closes behind her. She follows him down the corridor into the main room, she thinks it's odd as the room looks more like a bedsit. He points to a table as he disapears into a small kitchen. She puts her bag under the table and sits down while he makes them both a mug of tea. 
   
 While she's distracted drinking her tea and talking about the troubles she's had over the years with the old allotment holders Gary casually walks behind her and quickly loops a shock collar round her neck and fastens it in one fluid movement. She puts her tea down and starts to ask what the hell he thinks he's doing. Gary presses a button on a controller and Yvonne collapses to the floor, struggling to breathe, her neck in spasms. He lets go of the button and Yvonne clambers back onto the seat, glaring at him while she rubs her throat. He grins as he proceedes to clear away the mugs. As he turns towards the kitchen Yvonne kicks him behind a knee, sending him crashing to the ground and smashing the mugs. 
   
 "You fucking bitch!" Gary yells as she stamps on the back of his head, driving his face into the floor. He's back on his feet in a heartbeat, throwing a punch he hits Yvonne on the side of the head, she falls to the ground unconscious. Gary goes to the bathroom to examine his face in the mirror, he sits on the lid of the toilet, leaning forward to nurse a bloody nose and split eyebrow. 
   
 Yvonne comes round a few minutes later, her left eye half closed with swelling. She runs through a mental check to make sure she's okay, 'My name's Yvonne, I live near the town of Doncaster, I was on my allotment when Gary brought me here, shocked and punched me. Well I'm not badly concussed at least.' She drags herself up on the chair and sits down. 
   
 Five minutes later Gary comes back into the room, Yvonne realises that she might have just missed her only opportunity to escape. 'Maybe I do have a slight concussion.' she thinks to herself. 
   
 Gary points the shock remote at Yvonne, "Strip Now!" 
   
 "Fuck off!" 
   
 He taps the button on the remote and she collapses gasping for breath. "Take your clothes off NOW!" he hisses. 
   
 "Go fuck yourself!" 
   
 He zaps her again for slightly longer and she writhes around on the floor unable to breathe for a moment. She recovers quickly, as soon as he releases the button she's on her  feet. Gary Shouts louder this time, "GET NAKED NOW!!!" 
   
 Yvonne laughs, "Make me!" 
   
 He holds the button down for several seconds this time, Yvonne collapses, convulsing, making strange noises as she's unable to breathe. Her face goes red then white. It takes her a little longer to recover this time, almost a minute. Yvonne gets back on her feet and grins at him. He realises Yvonne is one tough cookie, but given the right stresses even the toughest of cookies will crumble. 
   
 He attaches a chain to the back of the collar, drags her outside and round the back of the playhouse. He attaches the other end of the chain to a metal steak in the ground, then he shows her a large bottle of lighter fluid. He squirts it all over her clothes, he poured a short trail along the ground to act as a fuse. Holding up a lighter, he only has to give her a look. Yvonne undresses. When she's naked he takes the chain and starts to lead her back into the playhouse, deliberatly dropping the lighter as they go. Yvonne stares back over her shoulder as her clothes go up in flames. 
   
 He drags her indoors like an unruly dog. "Shower's through there, you may want to wash the remains of the lighter fluid from your skin and hair." He removes the shock collar as she goes into the bathroom, "wouldn't want a short circuit, would we." Five minutes later she emerges with a towel wraped round her. Gary walks towards her, he too is naked now. Yvonne stands, stopped in her tracks, her eyes fixed on his manhood her eyebrows raised and a smile playing across her lips. 
   
 "Impressive." she mutters absentmindedly. 
   
  Gary puts a prong collar with a short lead around her neck. If she annoys him he can just give it a jerk and the spikes will be driven into her neck, causing pain but not death. He pulls her towel off and pushes her to the middle of the room then attaches a chain from the ceiling to her wrists cuffed above her head. He pulls the chain tight enough for her to just manage to stand on tiptoes. He takes a pizza cutter that he'd adapted; he'd sawn teeth into the wheel. 
   
 "It's called a ..." 
   
 "Wartenberg wheel." she finishes his sentence for him. 
   
 "Yes, a smaller version is used in BDSM play to just lightly prick the surface of the skin repeatedly as part of sensation play. A bit mediocre if you ask me, my version is much better; each spike is approximately two centimetres long." As he finished his sales pitch he jabbed the spikes into her inner thigh, just above her knee, rolling it up to her groin, pressing it firmly against her so every spike was driven all the way in and tore her skin as the wheel turned. 
   
 Yvonne flinches a little at first as he rams the spikes into her thigh, but she quickly gets used to the sensation of the long spikes tearing at her flesh. Gary looks up at her, her eyelids flutter and a soft moan escapes her lips. Gary throws the wheel down in discust, then grabs a flogger. He lashes her back until blood trickles from hundreds of gashes. 
   
 "Oh yea." Yvonne moans. 
   
 Gary grabs a paddle and beats the ping-pong bat like piece of wood against her porcelain white arse until her bum cheeks were completely black and blue. He eventually drops the paddle when the handle snapped. Gary has sweat dripping from his brow and a very overworked right arm. He comes round the front of Yvonne expecting to see tears, he can't believe how quiet this bitch is! She should be screaming in agony and begging him to stop long before now. He looks and sees that she's grinning like a Cheshire cat. 
   
 "Are you...enjoying this?" 
   
 "Oh yes," she manages to whisper over the song of pleasure that her nerve endings are singing to her. 
   
 "You discusting, filthy, sick, whore!" 
   
 Yvonne laughs at his remark, 'He's calling ME sick?' she thinks to herself. 
   
 Gary leaves the playhouse for about half an hour. When he comes back he pulls out a special table, just the right size to take her upper body on it's surface. He puts it infront of her then goes out and pushes in a wheel barrow, then tips the contents onto the table. Yvonne stares at a large pile of thorny brambles, thistles, and spiky conkers. Gary gives her chain some slack. 
   
 "Lay on them, on your front!" 
   
 Yvonne gingerly lowers her front onto the spikey medley of garden waste, exhaling with pleasure as the sharp thorns, thistles and spikes press roughly against her tummy and breasts. She shudders with delight as she feels her skin pop as they break through into her flesh. Gary quickly cuffs her arms and ankles to the table legs so she can't attack him again. He climbs onto her back and bounces a little to force her body down onto the spikes, when he climbs off he wraps barbed wire tightly under the table and across her back to make doubly sure of his saftey. He thinks Yvonne must be in agony with all the sharp stuff sticking into her, he gets hard and thrusts his dick into her cunt. He is surprised at how easily he entered her, her pussy was dripping wet with readyness. He thrust into her velvety depths, grinding her body against the spikey plant material. Yvonne is getting more aroused with every thrust, the more pain he causes the closer she gets to orgasm. She wants him to fuck her harder, no she didn't just want him, she needs him to give her a good old seeing to. She moanes as the intensity builds within her. Feeling not just his huge dick filling her fuller than she's ever been filled before in her life, but also the spikes invading her flesh. The brambles tearing at her tummy and tits with every movement. All these sensations are pushing her inexorabley towards her orgasm. The tension builds, her body trembles as she climaxes. 
   
 "Aaaagggghhhh" She cries out in orgasmic pleasure. 
   
 Gary is disgusted, he un-cuffs her from the table and pulls the ceiling chain tight again so she's stood at full streatch. He licks his lips as he sees thousands of cuts all over her torso. He moves her over to the bed, lays her on her back and cuffs her spreadeagle to the bedposts. He pushes a few pillows under her back, forcing her body into an arch which stretches open the cuts on her front. Gary also gets a good view of her cunt and is repulsed to see that she is still getting quite aroused by the whole ordeal. Her labia and clit are plump and red, her juices are flowing. He goes to the kitchen and comes back with a big packet of salt, he pours it over her wounds, rubbing it in thoroughly.  
   
 She moans another moan of pleasure as her skin swells up round each cut in response to the salt. Gary picks up a new loo brush and rubs it vigorously over her pussy before pushing it up inside.  
   
 "You're nothing but a fucking, dirty, whore!" he shouts as he violently rams the loo brush in and out of her. 
   
 Yvonne calmly looks him in the eye and says, "That tickles." 
   
 Gary throws the loo brush across the room in anger and despair. He dashes outside with the wheelbarrow for a few minutes, he comes back with it full of nettles. Yvonne gasps as he covers her in the nettles and wraps the bedsheet snugly round her, the nettles are getting pressed tightly against her body. Her lips part a little and a breathy moan of pleasure escapes her. Gary can see her cunt gasping with delight, he puts a gardening glove on and grabs a nettle leaf and rubs it over her pussy. She screames a scream of pain at first but soon settles down to a purr of pleasure. 
   
 "You filthy, weird bitch!" he growls at her. 
   
 He dashes out but is soon back carrying part of a broken branch, he lays handfulls of nettles against her pussy and rams them into her vagina with the thick lump of wood.  
   
 "Yeaa." Yvonne yells in ecstasy. 
   
 Gary glares at her for a moment, then packs more and more nettles inside her along with some large stones and rams it all inside her as though loading a cannon. Her eyes roll back and her eyelids flutter, she jerks repeatedly as another orgasm washes over her. Gary is furious! He wants her to suffer, not get perverted enjoyment from this. 
   
 He gets the data-stick from it's hiding place and brings a laptop from the main house. He sets them up and un-cuffs Yvonne from the bed, he sits her on the edge with her ankles cuffed together and her hands cuffed behind her back, still aware of how fiesty she can be. Yvonne watches the recordings, Gary quietly nips to the loo, she notices him go through the corner of her eye. She take the opportunity and grabs the handcuff key from the table, then settles back down on the edge of the bed before he comes back. Yvonne sees Dawn being tortured and killed by fire, Sue being tortured and killed with water, Tracy and Haley being tortured and killed with air. Yvonne looks at the table full of garden waste. 
   
 "I'm Earth arn't I? Well that explanes all the conkers, thistles, brambles, nettles and half a fucking tree rammed into me! You going to bury me alive or something?" 
   
 Gary laughs, "I won't bury you alive, that would be a waste of good meat! Now lay on the table again on your front." He swipes the plant stuff off the table and into the wheelbarrow. He then pushes her onto the table, binding her down with the barbed wire before she can try to defend herself. He goes to one of the storage rooms and comes out grinning. 
   
 "That little twig that I rammed up your cunt wasn't half a tree ... This is half a tree!" 
   
 He wheels out a trolley on which is a five foot long tapering pole. It's like a cross between a snooker cue and an old wooden telephone pole. It's only an inch in diameter at one end, but twelve inch at the other. It had been crudely worked and was covered in splinters. He pushes the trolley alongside Yvonne so she can see it properly. He gets a saw and cuts a foot off the narrow end, leaving the end rough and full of splinters. She stares at the rough squared end and can't help but think, 'square peg, round hole.' 
   
 Gary was concentrating on sawing the wood with his back turned, he fails to notice Yvonne use the palmed key and quietly unlock her cuffs. He glanced round at her a couple of times but saw nothing untoward as she halted her efforts and acted as he'd expect. 
   
 When he's finished the sawing he turns to her and says, "How much pain do you consider fun? As I push this 'dildo of death' inside you, you will feel your cunt being ripped to shreds and your pelvis crack. You will be begging for death before I finish with you bitch!" He takes the saw and goes into another room for a brush to sweep up the sawdust, he doesn't want splinters in his feet. She takes the opportunity to get off the table, wiggling and forceing the barbedwire off herself, ignoring the pain as it tears into her back and upper arms. Using her bear hands she grabs a bunch of nettles from the wheelbarrow and stands near the door he's just gone through. 
   
 She hears him return and raises her fist of nettles. As he walks in she swipes at his dick. Gary crumples to the floor, his face bright red with pain. She instantly follows up with a knee to his face, breaking his nose; he curls up into the fetal position, cupping his nettled manhood with one hand and his nose with the other. Yvonne grabs the shock collar and wraps it around his neck, snapping the little padlock shut, she picks up the remote and presses the button, Gary convulses with the shocks. Yvonne removes the prong collar from her own neck and puts that on him too just above the shock one. She clips a chain to the collar and drags him over to the St Andrews cross, cuffing him in position. She sat carefully on the edge of the bed, her bum still very sore from the beating she took earlier. Yvonne thought for a moment, 'There'll be a phone in the main house, I could call the cops, he'll be arrested and locked up for twenty years or so, free board and lodging with free sky tv, use of a gym, It's a well known fact that this day and age prison's like a holiday camp. When he's released he'll probably hunt me down for round two, or take my kids. That aint going to happen! 
   
 Yvonne has a look around in the cupboards and storerooms, she collects a few things. In front of Gary she places a small bowl on the floor then holds up a catheter. He starts to beg, "No, no, please, don't." She grins as she forces it into his dick while he writhes and screams. He can feel the catheter scratching and stretching his urethra as it is being forced inside him, he knows the catheter is only a narrow tube, but it feels much larger. 
   
 When his piss stopped flowing from the tube Yvonne attaches the air tank and inflates his bladder, "This is for Tracy." His screams hit a high note as his bladder ruptures and sweat caused by pain and fear oozes from his pores as he trembles with shock. 
   
 She next holds up a scalpel, "Haley" she whispers in his ear. Then runs it round the base of his penis. "Noooooooo." he screams and cries in agony, pulling at his restraints, tears running down his face as she slowly flays the skin from his dick. After slicing the skin into pasta like strips she lifts it up to his mouth, "Eat!" she comands. Yvonne feels a little ashamed of herself as she's starting to enjoy this. Gary gags on the skin and shakes his head. Yvonne puts the skin into a liquidizer with a little of his piss and whizzes it to a soup. She pulls his head back and pours the concoction down his throat, he soon swallows it, retching a few times. "If you're sick i'll make you drink that too!" Yvonne says sternly as Gary starts to cry like a child. She then boiles the kettle and whispers, "For Sue." before pouring scalding water over Gary's groin, balls and skinless dick. His shrieks are momentarily deafening, then he passes out. 
   
 When he regains consciousness he sees that Yvonne has refilled the table of brambles and conkers. She un-cuffs him and drags him shuffling over to the table, "On your front!" 
   
 Gary tries to back up, "No, please, no." Yvonne yanks on the chain and pulls him down onto the table, he cries out in pain as the plant material pierces his flesh. She wraps the barbed wire round him tightly, securing him to the table and causing more pain. She then goes to cuff his ankles but he surprises her with a kick to her guts, she eventually manages to cuff him. 
   
 "You'll suffer for that later!" she says calmly. She picks up a paddle and beats his backside untill there was no pink skin to be seen, just black and blue. Ignoring his cries she picks up the flogger, lashing his back repeatedly until it's a mass of bloody stripes. 
   
 "Now to give you payment for kicking me." she says to him as she picks up the air compressor, plugs it in, and takes aim at his left foot. 
   
 Gary squeals, "No, no, I'll do anything ... money, I'll give you money, I can make you a millio..." She blows his foot off before he could finish his sentence. He mumbles incoherently for a moment before passing out again. He comes round screaming, waves of agony washing over him. "No more, please, no more, I've had enough, i'm sorry, I'm sohohohorryyy." He cries, his voice catching in his throat as he breaks down sobbing. He takes a big breath and tries to compose himself as he blurts out, "There is about five hundred grand in the safe, behind the shoe rack in my walk in wardrobe, I'll get another five hundred grand out of the bank for you tomorrow." 
   
 Yvonne doesn't take long to think about what she could do with that amount of money. "I'm listening; if you're lying to me I'll torture you all day, but if you're telling me the truth i'll release you. I'm not going to hang around torturing you when I could be out on a spending spree." Gary tells her the codes for the doors and the safe. Yvonne writes the numbers down and reminds Gary of the importance of not lying to her. "You better be right or you will be in for a very long day, and if the doors or safe are linked to the police..." To make her point she touches a tazer to his balls. His screams echo round the room. 
   
 "Why would I have alarms linked to the fucking cops. In case you haven't noticed i'm not exactly a law abiding citizen!" his voice grows softer as he hovers on the verge of consciousness. 
   
 Yvonne keys in the code into the door lock and it swings open, she takes a few deep breaths of the cool autumnal air, glad to be alive but tainted with the sadness for her predecessors that suffered and died horribly at this monters hands. She pushes her grief to the back of her mind and consentrates on the next door. When inside the main house she opens the driveway gates at the control panel then goes to find the safe. The safe was where he said it was, she keys in the code expecting an alarm to sound but it didn't, the safe door opens and she just stands, staring at the piles of money, she's never seen so much. She giddily takes a suitcase from the back of the walk in wardrobe and packs as much money as she can into it as it would hold. Then pinching a pair of his trousers, a shirt and a coat she gets dressed and stuffs more money into every pocket she has. She leaves the suitcase on the porch of the main house as she goes to keep her word and release Gary. 
   
 Gary's shivering on the table where she left in. "Oh how inconsiderate of me, leaving the door open in this cold weather. let's get you warmed up." She says in fake concern as she pulls her sports bag from under the table and puts on her wellies. Going into the kitchen she puts a pan of cooking oil on to heat up. 
   
 Gary shouts, "Did you find the money? Are you really going to let me go, or are you going to kill me?" 
   
 Yvonne approaches him, leans down and whispers in his ear, "Yes I got the money thank-you. I learnt from your little home movies that you made me watch, that you like to streatch the truth a bit. So when I said that I'll let you go, I did mean ... from life." Gary nods, all he wants is the pain to end one way or another. 
   
 The oil starts to smoke, "Time to get you warmed up...like you warmed up Dawn!" She says as she slowly pours the smoking hot oil all over his bum, back neck and head. Gary balls his fists in an attempt to withstand the pain but to no effect. He lets out a crescendo of sound as a scream builds and escapes his lips. He's trembling with pain and his body starts to go into shock. 
   
 "Please finish me." His voice berely audible. After the oil is all gone she moves the trolley with the pole on, so that the pole is behind him pointing at his arse. 
   
 "This next bit is for what you were planing to do to me! Though I'm not as big a monster as you, so i'll be a little more merciful than you've been to your prisoners." Yvonne shows him a tub of vaseline before putting a big dollop of it on his arse-hole and emptying the rest of the tub onto the pole. She pushes the pole between his bum cheeks. 
   
 "NO!" he screams as it forces his anus open. He almost hyperventilates with pain, panic and humiliation. Yvonne pushes harder, ignoring his cries as the pole slides in deeper and streatches his hole open even further. His cries grow louder as the pole tears him from spine to scrotum. She pulls the pole out a little and is rewarded with a waterfall of blood. She rams the pole in again, then dashes to one of his store rooms and comes back with a big lump hammer. She swings the huge hammer and bit by bit bashes the pole into him. His screams soon turn to gasps as she gradually forces the pole as far inside his body as it will go. He struggles to breathe as his diaphragm and lungs are rendered useless. His eyes roll back, his world consists of just one thing...pain! He twitches as he falls unconscious, his twitching becomes less often, eventually he stops twitching altogether. 
   
 It's getting late, it'll be dark soon. Yvonne's body is hurting with every step, earlier the pain was erotic, but now trying to rush about, it is extremely unpleasent. She picks up her sports bag then dashes into the main house to stuff more of the money into it. She smiles to herself, knowing that she has got a life changing amount of money. She walks out of the house daydreaming about what she'll do with all this money... 
   
 THUD! Yvonne walks into something solid and falls backwards to the ground. Steve and Paul stand over her, she recognises them from the data stick footage. "Shiiiiit!" she squeaks as Steve grabs her by the throat and drags her into the playhouse, the door locks behind them.  
   
 "Where's Gary? Steve asks her forcibly. 
   
 It's Paul that answers him though, "Over here, dead!" 
   
 Paul and Steve stare in shock at their friend's corpse. Yvonne takes advantage of their distraction and makes a run for it. Steve chases her down and slams his shoulder into her back, crushing her against the door and knocking the wind out of her. She crumples to the floor struggling to stay conscious. They drag her back into the room and rip the clothes from her, she didn't resist, they would have broken her arms if she had tried. 
   
 "Looks like Gary had fun with this one." Steve says to Paul on seeing the wounds covering her body.  
   
 Yvonne starts begging for her life, "You don't have to do this, I'll split the money with you fifty-fifty?" 
   
 Paul replies, "fifty-fifty, sounds good, ... fifty percent for me, and fifty percent for Steve!" Both Paul and Steve crack out laughing. The colour drains from Yvonne's face. 
   
 Paul cuffs her hands behind her back and places an arm across the front of her shoulders while Steve picks up a long metal skewer and pushes it horizontally through the meaty fullness of both her breasts. Yvonne winces but doesn't make a sound. After he pulls it out Steve holds up a long bolt with a nut already screwed onto one end, he pushes the bolt completely through the holes he'd made in both breasts, then screws a nut onto the other end. The men now have a 'handle' with which they could drag her around with if needed. 
   
 While Steve performs this operation, Paul explains their timely arrival, "We received an automated text to our mobiles, triggered by a special code on the doors. Similar to a silent alarm, except we definatly arn't cops!" 
   
 "What's with all the tattoos?" Steve asks. Yvonne doesn't answer. 
   
 He drags her by the tit bar over to the bed, cuffs her wrists to the headboard. Paul sucks on her nipples for a while getting them plump, then sinks his teeth in and chews one nipple off then the other. Steve likes to beat women up...from the inside. He fists her to within an inch of her life. Then they both take turns violently fucking her cunt raw, and generaly having 'fun' with her. An hour later they uncuff her from the bed and drag her to the middle of the room where they clip a chain hanging from the ceiling to the middle of the tit bar. They spread her legs and chain her ankles to the floor. Her arms are chained horizontaly out to her sides to anchor points in the walls. Steve gets a scalpel and passes it to Paul, who proceeds to slice off all her tattoos one by one, most of her tats are on her legs. Yvonne is being flayed alive, which is defiantly not erotic in the slightest. When they have a little pile of her skin they stick them to the walls like miniature grotesque pieces of artwork. Yvonne is just glad that they didn't make her eat them, 'small mercies,' she thinks to herself. 
   
 Paul nips out to his van and comes back with a box, "Just a little toy Gary asked me to make." he says to Yvonne. He opens the box, inside Yvonne sees what looks like a metal hula-hoop with chains, metal rods and some electrical wiring with a plug. Steve and Paul suspend the hoop around her level with her hips. Then they slide the rods up her vagina and attaches them to more rods linked to the hoop, one of the rods inside her has wires running from it to a small plastic box.  
   
 Paul informs her, "The wires monitor your moisture levels, when you get aroused the wires will register an increase in wetness and trigger the rods that are inside you to slowly pull apart... Tearing you to pieces!" Both men grin menacingly.  
   
 Paul plugs it in, while Steve kneels infront of her and starts rubbing her pussy, stroking her clit, coaxing her to arousal. She cries out, "No, no," as she feels her vagina start to make it's lubrication. There's a quiet click sound and the whirr of a small motor as the rods start to move slowly apart, streatching her cunt wider and wider. 
   
 "Aaaaarrrrrgggghhhh" she screams as her vagina tears, blood trickles down her inner thighs. The metal rods inside her continue to move apart. "NooooAaaarrrrggghhh" her pussy rips open to her anus, she only has one big hole between her legs now. She feels the rods make contact with her pelvis. Steve and Paul hear the rods grate against bone, they grin to each other in excitment. Yvonne looks at them with pleading eyes, "coup-de grace, please, coup-de grace, coup-de grace," she screames repeatedly, begging to be put out of her misery quickly. Steve and Paul both grin and shake their heads. Suddenly Yvonne's screames become much louder and full of panic, "No, No, No, No, Nooooo, Aaaarrrggghhh!" CRACK! Her pelvis breaks apart, her legs dangle on broken hips. The only thing stopping her from falling to the floor is the chain and the tit bar. Blood gushes from within her, closely followed by her guts. Steve and Paul make a joke about her looking like she's had an accident in a sausage factory. Yvonne looks down teetering on the edge of life to see that everything below her waist has been splayed out to meet the hoop. Yvonne is feeling tired, the pain subsides, she can't stay awake any longer, she relaxes and drifts off to a peaceful eternal sleep. 
   
 Steve and Paul wipe down everything they've touched. They take the computer and data stick, knowing simply deleting stuff won't fool the cops. After one last glance around to make sure they've not forgotten anything they grab the case of money and leave. Doubtless the police will find the grisly scene one day. 
   
 The end. 
   
 
 
 Publication Date: May 15th 2017 https://www.bookrix.com/-ex5fb6564016455