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Subject: {ASSM} Crazy Jack's House Chapter One (M+/F+M+/nc, kidnap, torture, rape, mutilation)
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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."

The author welcomes questions/comments/suggestions at
worthlesspainslut@hotmail.com

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