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Subject: {ASSM} COLLATERAL: a story by "Menagerie"
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Date: Sun, 02 Oct 2005 16:10:02 -0400
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COLLATERAL


"So, how come I finally get to meet these guys, Tod?"
asked Sue.  She was doing her makeup in the passenger
side mirror, squeezing her lips and getting them big
and red.

"Because they wanted you," said Tod, knowing it was
too close to the truth.  He had pulled off the
Interstate and was headed down the old main road; Sue,
next to him, shifted her weight and pouted into the
mirror.

"They aren't too angry at you over the business deal,
are they?" she said.  "Twenty thousand is a lot of
money.  How soon do they want it back?"  Satisfied,
she clicked the compact shut, peered into the mirror.

She looked good, Tod thought.  Maybe a little extra
weight around the middle, an extra chin, but not bad,
at all.  Her full breasts hung heavy against the
light, cotton dress; it flared out against her ample,
womanly hips and ended abruptly, to reveal long,
luscious legs. Sue's bright blue eyes gazed at herself
in the mirror, then, questioningly, at him.  "I think
I can bargain with them," he told Sue's reflection,
and it smiled brightly back at him.  "It wasn't your
fault," she said reassuringly.  "We'll be back on our
feet in no time."  Tod stayed silent; he knew what he
had to bargain with.

The old warehouse was off the main road; the loading
dock was filled with refuse, the sidewalk was cracked.
 Sue hauled herself out of the car; she was as tall as
he was, and the car door whoomed shut with her weight
behind it.  "This is where they work?" she breathed. 
"They must not be doing any better than you are.  How
could they afford to loan you--?"  Tod took her by the
arm and led her up the broken walk; he hesitated
before buzzing.

It took a half-minute before the security light came
on, and a voice crackled through the ancient intercom.
 "Name?" it demanded.  Tod told them, and after
another half-minute, the door swung open.

Sid looked a lot unhappier than he had sounded on the
phone; he shook hands grimly, turned to Sue.  Sue
offered a hand; he clenched it for a beat, didn't let
it go, then turned back to Tod.  "This way," he
directed, and they followed him down a dimly lit
hallway, Sue's heels clack-clacking on the tiled
floor.

Into a smallish conference room, Sid motioned for the
couple to sit.  He kept standing. They looked up at
him; for the first time, he cracked a smile.

"Now, Tod," he began, "I believe you understand the
gravity of the situation.  We had a very strict
agreement as to repayment of the loan; $40,000, in
full, within 30 days."

"Forty!" proclaimed Sue, her mouth dropping open.  She
looked at Tod, her eyes wide.  "You told me it was
twenty!"

"It was," he muttered.  "I borrowed twenty; I have to
pay forty.  I was sure it would work, Sid," he pleaded
with the man, and started to get out of the small,
uncomfortable chair.  "It seemed like a can't-miss
deal; maybe if I can interest a few discount stores in
the rest of the inventory..."

Sid clapped a beefy hand on Tod's shoulder, and he
deflated like a balloon, sank back in the chair. 
"Well, I'm going to tell you, Tod," he said.  "I like
you, I really do, and I still have faith in your
venture.  So I'm going to give you an extension."

Tod was astonished; he figured...well, he didn't know
what to figure.  He knew he had to come to the old
warehouse, or else, and he knew he'd better obey the
order to bring Sue along.  Sid was eyeing her right
now; taking in her full figure, her carefully coifed
hair, her soft knees peeking out from under the skirt.
 Sue was oblivious to Sid's open leer; she was
smiling, her even teeth peeking out.  "Oh, thank you,
Mr.--Mr.--"

"However," interrupted the man, "we can't let our
personal feelings interfere with good business
practices, Tod.  So in exchange for the additional
time to pay back the debt...which is now sixty thousand
dollars, by the way--" Tod swallowed, hard--"we are
going to need to hold some collateral."

And with that, two guys came into the room.  Without a
word, they walked directly toward...Sue, who screamed in
protest as they each grabbed her by an arm and quickly
dragged her back out the door.  Tod was frozen; he
watched as she flailed in their tight grips, kicking
her legs...leaving a shoe behind.  The door slammed
behind them; Tod heard his wife wail, "Toddddddddd! 
Todddddddddd....!"

"Sixty grand, Tod," said Sid, cupping a hand and
lifting to gesture Tod out of his chair.  "Sixty
grand, thirty days.  I'll let you out."

Tod could still hear the echoes of his wife's cries as
he hurriedly got into the car and screeched out of the
decrepit parking lot.  He didn't know where he was
heading.  But he knew he couldn't raise sixty grand in
thirty days.

Sid knew it, too, but he was willing to wait.  He had
his prize, after all.  When he got to the little
playroom in the back, the boys were already getting
her ready for him.  Sue was still screaming, shrilly;
one of the men had her arms pinned behind her, and the
other was tearing her dress off.  Sid grinned; pretty
damn inviting, nice big boobs.  Off came the bra; the
hefty tits were topped with large nipples.  Her
panties were shredded; a sizeable thatch of pubic
hair.  Sid walked up to her as the second guy was
tying her arms behind her back; he grabbed her mouth
between his thumb and fingers, squeezed hard.  Sue's
mouth was distorted like a fish's; she got quiet,
stared at him through red-rimmed eyes.

"For the next thirty days," Sid informed Sue, his face
an inch from hers, "you belong to me.  That's how long
we're giving your rat husband to pony up with our
money.  By the way, he knew you were what we wanted;
whad'ya think of that?"  Her eyes fixed on him, she
nodded; couldn't think of anything else.  With his
free hand, Sid had started to caress her boobs, rough
hands rasping against the smooth, plump skin, rubbing
the big, brown nipples.  "After thirty days--well,
we'll see.  Starting now."

Sid pushed Sue roughly to her knees; she heard the
zip, and knew.  Looking up again, defeat in her pretty
eyes, she nodded, and closing those eyes, took his
cock in her mouth.

It wasn't easy, sucking the guy off with her hands
tied behind her back.  Sue was a big girl, and had to
hunch down to avoid falling over; she sucked and
licked, felt the big cock firm up and jerk a few
times, then blast her face and throat with a thick
load of cum.  She choked and coughed, started crying
again, as the man laughed and pushed her down to the
concrete floor; she toppled, her bare flesh slapping
the floor with a noise like an exploding water
balloon, and she sobbed into the dust.

"Hope you liked it," said Sid, "'cause there's plenty
more to come."

At first they kept Sue in a dim, tiny cubicle, barely
four feet square, sawdust on the floor; they would tie
her feet and leave her.  If she had to piss or shit,
well, too bad; she would be there for hours, sometimes
a couple of days.  Food came in a metal bowl; she
figured out right away it was dog food.  But she had
to eat.

Whenever a man opened the door, she would learn
quickly, she was his to do with as he pleased.  She
had sucked a hundred cocks, been penetrated from every
direction.  Two men tied her wrists to the ceiling,
plunged into her from both directions, their bodies
slapping against her naked skin as she cried out in
pain.  Or a belt would come off, and crack against her
smooth ass and plump tits; Sue swayed from the
ceiling, her long legs kicking together as she flopped
like a fish on a hook, and then the strap would find
her twat with a CRACK! that made her tender pubes feel
as though they had been set ablaze.

After a while, she was moved from the dark room--she
saw, as she was led away, another nude woman, hands
bound, eyes pleading, being forced into what had been
Sue's cubicle--and into even smaller quarters.  It was
an iron-barred cage, in an otherwise empty room in a
cellar, thick pipes bending this way and that through
the ceiling and walls.  Sue could barely squeeze
through the small opening, but Sid's henchman laughed
and gave her plush fanny a slap; Sue fell over
sideways, and heard the click of a padlock against the
door.  She would be kept, like an animal...released only
to suffer, to let men inside of her and to take them
into her mouth.

Once, twice, she saw the other woman again.  She was
short, chunky, mousy brown hair; the two of them were
set on their knees together, bound back to back,
sucking a parade of dicks.  The other woman's name was
Dawn; the men, laughing, coaxed her into trying a
little bit harder, coaxed her with hands around her
throat, slaps to the face.  The two were left to sob
in agony, still bound to each other, lying on their
sides on the hard, concrete floor, semen mixing with
the blood and spittle running out of the sides of
their mouths...

Then, after what seemed to Sue like an unceasing
eternity of torture and rape, the door to her cage
opened one last time.  It was Sid, with two goons;
they hauled her out of the little cell.  She stayed on
her knees, looking down at his fancy shoes.  And heard
him say, "Thirty days is up."

Sue looked up.  She knew her fate had just gotten
worse.  She heard herself croak, tearfully, "So go get
Tod...not me.  He took your money..."

"Tod is long gone, I'm afraid," Sid said cheerfully. 
"Landlord says he split weeks ago.  I don't need him;
I've got you, and I'll recoup my losses that way. 
That's why I wanted you as collateral."  And he turned
and walked out, the two goons lifting Sue by the
armpits and dragging her behind them, her bound feet
scraping the unfinished floor of the harshly lit room.

Back in the loading dock, there were two other guys;
Sue hadn't seen them before.  They were normally
dressed, but had kind of an odd look to them, just a
little bit...crazy.  Dawn was also there; like Sue,
she was totally nude, sandwiched between two of Sid's
men.  "Here are the goods, gentlemen," Sid sang out. 
"Twenty-five thousand apiece...agreed?"

"This one's a big one," said the smaller of the two
men, scarcely able to contain his delight; he rushed
over to where the goons still had Sue propped between
them, started fondling her tits, her belly, her twat. 
"Looks real good, Georgie...pay up."

Georgie handed over a manila envelope; Sid smiled,
waved to his boys, and they trundled the exhausted and
defeated Sue toward the overhead door.  A grind of
gears, and it slowly elevated; there was a white
delivery truck backed up to the bay, its door open. 
One of the hoods reached into his pocket, squeezed
Sue's mouth open, stuffed in a dirty handkerchief;
then, he slapped tape over her mouth, and the two
casually tossed the naked, helpless woman into the
back of the van.  A moment later, Dawn, disheveled,
crying, landed next to her.

A long, bumpy ride followed; Sue was spent from her
ordeal but couldn't sleep, instead lay in mortal
dread, her heart pounding.  The steel floor of the
van, ridges raised every few inches, pressed cold
against her screaming flesh, contrasted with the
warmth of the other woman, laying next to her.  Sue
felt Dawn struggle weakly, then collapse, Dawn's sobs
muffled through her own gag.

Sue's fear was heightened to sheer frenzy when the
truck finally came to a stop; when the door swung open
and the two guys eagerly reached to pull her out, she
involuntarily urinated all over herself.  She realized
she was within a large, residential garage.  A boat
was on a trailer next to the van.  "Party time," the
little guy giggled, and grabbed her feet; the other
took her by the upper torso, and together they marched
Sue through a door.  From the floor of the truck, Dawn
watched, trembling, her face jerking in terror.

A nice house, out in the country; out a window, Sue
spied a small lake, framed by trees.  But she
immediately found herself on her back, atop a coffee
table about two feet off the ground; Georgie squatted
on her chest and stuffed his cock in her mouth, and
she felt the other guy untie her feet and retie them
to the table legs, then penetrate her pussy.  She took
them both, the one bouncing on her tits and the other
grinding against her hips; she gurgled through the
hood's snot-soaked hankie, until they emptied their
loads into her.  Sue choked on yet another mouthful of
cum--how many had there been in the last month?  A
hundred?--and as Georgie got off of her, her eyes
focused on a face.  A grinning, handsome fellow,
square jaw, sharp clothes; he joked, "I see why you
two couldn't wait.  Nice pickup."

He reached down, ripped the tape off her face, and
plucked the snotrag, soaked with drool, out of her
mouth.  Another joke: "Remind me to send Sid a laundry
bill."

Sue looked up at the dude, who was smiling devilishly;
she was stark naked, filthy from a month in captivity,
bound to a piece of furniture, dripping semen.  She
gaped, couldn't make words.

"Pleased to meet you, Sue," winked the sharp dresser. 
"Folks call me Chip.  In a minute, they'll be calling
you `Lunch'."  She didn't understand, but her two
tormentors were giggling hysterically.

"Several years ago, I had an unfortunate run in with
the law," Chip was saying; his hands behind his back,
he was pacing in a leisurely fashion around the
trussed woman.  "I wound up in what they call a
`Sexual Deviant Rehab Center' with Ernie and Georgie,
here," and the two guys smirked.

Chip was standing right over Sue, who stared up at
him, eyes wide, a tear running down her cheek.  He
laughed.  "What they didn't know was that these two
jokers already had several kills to their credit; when
we got out, with the help of Dad's money, I was more
than happy to take them on as partners in our little
venture, here."

He bent over, an inch from her face; Sue twitched, the
tears flowing freely now.  "From their stays in public
facilities, at the taxpayers' expense, Ernie and
Georgie got to know several other fellows of similar
tastes.  They were also previously in the employ of
Sid, whom I believe--" and here Chip abruptly stuck an
index finger into Sue's mouth and down her throat, so
deep she gagged--"you've gotten to know very well.

"Sid continues to run his lucrative credit
enterprise," Chip went on, staring straight into Sue's
face as she retched around his finger, "and
particularly tough cases end up down here at the lake.
 I reimburse Sid's stake, and a little more; I recoup
my own expenses from the gentlemen Ernie and Georgie
got to know from their earlier brushes with the
gendarmes.  They pay several thousand dollars each...to
take part in a very special banquet."

Chip removed his finger, straightened up.  Sue coughed
weakly, choked back vomit, stared up at him.  A very
special...

"Fellas," said Chip, turning and headed out to the
deck, "show dear Sue the kitchen."

It wasn't really the kitchen; it was a room off the
main floor.  It had a steel table, several buckets,
and a number of large, wicked knives hanging from a
rack.  There was a steel pole, eight feet long,
propped against the wall.  Sharpened at both ends. 
Sue was again plopped on the table; Ernie took one of
the knives, and looked at Sue intently.  And she could
see the sex killer's eyes gleam, like the blade of the
knife.

The knife cut slowly, and agonizingly.  It started at
Sue's breastbone, sliced through the flesh of the
belly...down to her cunt.  Through her red-hot pain, she
could feel the blade under the skin of her pussy,
tracing around; triumphantly, the monster held her
labia aloft by her thick pubic hair.

"Add to the collection," laughed Georgie.  Sue could
feel hands inside of her, groping at her parts, then a
hollowness as part of her gave way.  A wet plop; part
of Sue had landed in the bucket.

The men grabbed Sue by the shoulder and feet, flipped
her, then pushed her knees apart.  Her consciousness
ebbing, the acute pain of the blade and gutting giving
way to a a receding nothingness, Sue was dimly aware
of a large, pointed object poking at her anus.  Then
in...and through...and into her throat...then forcing her
mouth open wide...and finally, her eyes crossed dully,
staring at the gore-covered tip of the pole,
protruding from within her.

"I'm getting better at this," bragged Ernie as he
trussed Sue's feet to the pole.  Her hands were tied
to her sides.  Each grabbing an end of the cruel
spike, the two psychos lifted the impaled housewife
and paraded her out the door, and into the yard.

A fire was already smoldering; the two set the pole
ends on props on either side of a glowing-red pile of
embers.  The heat seared Sue immediately, her skin
shrinking and tightening, the fluids of her body
starting to hiss, and to emerge from her body, and to
drip.  Sue could almost feel it, for only a moment.

The secluded estate was soon teeming with men.  Some
bore the tattoos of prison life, of highway warriors. 
Some had the rough hands and bodies of day laborers. 
Others were timid, nervous, but had a glistening of
the eye that told you, Be Wary.  They came to Chip's;
they paid good money.

And they were not to be disappointed.  They had been
to many of these feasts; they knew what to expect. 
For one thing, entertainment.  For there was Dawn, her
head and wrists locked in a pillory; one man had
mounted her from behind, while another enjoyed the
pleasures of her tongue.  Another would choose to flay
her plump ass, or penetrate her dangling breasts with
needles.  There she would remain, through the long
afternoon; she howled, in fear as much as in pain.

And as each of the men had had his fill of tormenting
Dawn, they gathered at the main table under a colorful
umbrella, above the bank to the lake, for the feast.
There would be no fancy hors d'oeuvres, no meager
salads.  Only hearty, savory fare, the rarest, most
exquisite meal they could imagine.

It was Sue, her long frame laid out, her opened belly
down, in a large pan.  Her skin was black from the
fire, dappled in hues of red.  Her mouth was still
frozen open where the steel spike had emerged. 
Wearing a chef's hat and apron, Georgie carved chunks
of flesh from her body, piled the pink meat,
glistening with fat, onto large platters.  One
full-sized women could feed a lot of men; slices of
her back, fat ringing the red meat...dense slices from
her heavy thighs...her ribs, cracked from her chest. 
Each man shouted for the part of Sue they desired;
Georgie knew their preferences by now, and would keep
a plate with a foot, or a breast, waiting for that
individual.

They savored the flesh they craved; no need to wolf it
down--after all, there would surely be another cookout
soon; they kept glancing at Dawn, twisting in agony in
her stocks, and measuring her flesh with their eyes. 
Chip kept the liquor flowing freely; he munched on a
tender rib chop, watched as his guests devoured the
unfortunate woman, whose body had become collateral,
on a debt long past due.


(Menagerie can be reached at cannibalodtcom@yahoo.com)



		
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