Deadly Dildos

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Markus loomed ominously over the two captive young girls, Molly and Kiara, as they gradually started to regain consciousness. The scene in the warehouse was dominated by a dim and creepy light that cast an icy and foreboding atmosphere, and the air itself was heavy and thick with tension that could be felt. He had dragged them to this run-down place after kidnapping them, tying each girl's wrists and ankles tightly to a heavy chair, rendering them completely helpless and immobile.

As they were blinking away the drowsiness, their eyes grew wide with horror as they looked and saw the two huge dildos sticking out of their tight hole between each of their legs, already lubed with a blinking red digital clock on the base of each one. The plastic was shiny, smooth, and white, the size obscenely huge. It wasn't even moving and yet they both felt as though they were being torn in two.

"W-what is happening here?" Kiara stuttered in shock, her heart pounding as fear and panic closed in around her. Fighting to struggle against the restraints, her cheeks burned with a deep sense of embarrassment, a slight flush of faint arousal caused by the plastic cock spreading her folds apart.

Markus smiled. Too cool, too calm, tasting the sweet tinge of their terror. "Listen up, you little sluts. Each of these dildos has a ten-minute timer. When the time runs out, the C4 in them gets a signal to detonate, and it'll be a mop I clean you with."

Molly whimpered quietly, her eyes welling up with tears that were on the verge of overflowing. "No-please-please this can't be happenin-"

"Shh, my sweet little thing\~," Markus whispered, his voice dripping with a false, overly-sweet tone that sounded dubious. He took a deliberate stride around his two helpless toys, stalking in a pattern, like a vulture soaring overhead over its unsuspecting prey. "You two are going to ride these until the timer runs out, and whoever cums first is going to meet a very messy demise. Comprende?"

Kiara glared at him, her eyes bristling with defiance, although she was overwhelmed by sheer fear that squeezed her heart. "You're really sick! The whole thing is just absolutely sick!"

Markus slapped her viciously across the face, splitting her lip. "Shut your fucking mouth! You'll do what I tell you."

He stepped back and folded his arms across his chest, watching as the clock started to tick away the time. Each second took what felt like an eternity to pass a second, causing the time to seem as if it was moving in slow motion.

Finally, after what had felt like an eternity, although in reality only a few short minutes, Kiara started to struggle and grunt in a combination of desperation and desire, her hips thrashing wildly as the relentless pressure drove her ever closer to the edge of climax. "Oh god. I-I-can't- I'm going to-"

"Don't even think about peaking!" Markus yelled with zealous intensity. "Keep going!"

Molly watched over her, her own heart weighed down in despair, as she saw Kiara overpowered by the raw power of her imminent climax. Clenching her teeth, she took a deep breath, focusing her mind on whatever would push it away from the agonizingly intense pleasure that was surging up out of her very core, determined to ride it out and make it through this difficult place.

With a wail of despair that shattered the air, Kiara lost all control and came, her body convulsing out of control in an uncontrolled frenzy as the devastating and intense orgasm ripped through her senses like a tidal wave. Simultaneously, the dildo that was thrusting out of her convulsing cunt exploded in a sudden burst of blinding light, followed by a nauseating splatter of blood and flesh that filled the air with a ghastly scene.

Molly shrieked at the top of her lungs as Kiara's blood and internal organs exploded out of her body and splattered all over her horrified one, the warm and wet fluid spreading down her thighs in thick blobs and puddling on the chair beneath them. Kiara's body went completely limp, her head drooping and tilting to the side, unmistakably dead.

Markus licked his tongue along his lips, a sadistic, cruel smile spreading wide across his face as he looked at Molly. "Looks like it's just you alone, you little slut. I want you to keep on going, nice and slow, slowly, slowly, and take your time." Molly cried helplessly, her entire body trembling in spasms as she struggled desperately to keep herself from bursting with the crushing pressure building within her. Tears flowed from her face in a desperate torrent as the clock counted down the last seconds with a heart-wrenching slowness. On a cry that tore from between her lips, the timer at last reached zero, and in that exact instant, the dildo far inside of her released a subtle and unmistakable click. She survived. Markus approached, gleaming metal in his proud, hungry hands.

Markus leaned forward and slowly, intently, stroked the cold metal of the scissors across Molly's trembling slit, outlining the shape of her clit. "Such a good little girl," he teased mockingly. "You've deserved a reward."

Molly instinctively winced at the shock of the pain as the scissors cruelly touched her tender flesh. A searing pain burst wildly through her groin as Markus gradually and torturously began to clip away at her clit. Overwhelmed by the unimaginable pain, she screamed at the very top of her voice until her scream was little more than a raw, rasping whisper, her throat constricted and sore from the shattering pain and paralysing fear which gripped her.

As Molly slowly descended into the long-promised and divine world of unconsciousness, Markus, with not a care nor a worry in the world, flippantly tossed her naked and helpless, blood-soaked body into the bed of his truck. Careening wildly to the less-travelled edges of the city, he eventually reached a remote and barren stretch of road upon which he was able to stop the truck.

With a laugh that was full of cold cruelty, he roughly dragged Molly out of the truck and carelessly flung her onto the hard, cold, unforgiving asphalt surface. Her body, lying there in a limpness and state of obvious injury, was broken and helpless, bleeding not only blood but also other fluids, as Markus quickly sped away into the dark night. Molly remained there, bleeding profusely from her injuries and unconscious, until a passing driver finally spotted her and made the crucial decision to call an ambulance to her rescue. By the time she began to regain consciousness, she was in a hospital bed, her most intimate areas sewn up and bandaged with care, her mind left shattered and fragmented from the horrific ordeal that she had just been through. The police arrived to take her account of the events that had transpired, but Markus had long since disappeared, gone without leaving a trace behind. Molly was left with the horrifying task of trying to put the pieces back together of her shattered and broken life, forever scarred by that one night.