Jordana whimpered as she fell over again. Trying to keep quiet she struggled to her feet once more. Not easy with her hands bound tightly behind her back at her wrists and elbows with rough rope. She slipped trying to get up from her knees and whimpered again, the muddy track was freezing against her naked skin. A flash of lightning gave her a glimpse of the dark track as she rolled and twisted and strained to get up again. She was shivering in the rain, and with fear. She could hear them, they were getting closer.

She started running along the slippery path again, though her bare feet offered precious little grip in the mud. Looking over her shoulder she could see her pursuers flashlights coming down the hill. She slid round a corner and came face to face with a river. It looked angry, no doubt swollen by the snow and rain. She skidded to a halt. She needed to cross but one slip with her hands behind her back could be it. And then there was the cold. 

She never had a chance to decide what to do next. With a crash and a roar a pick up burst through the hedgerow onto the path in front of her blinding her in the beam of its lights. She froze. 

"Got her... over here... got the bitch!" 

She could see the outline of a man on the back of the truck lift a rifle, there was a hiss and a violent stabbing pain in her thigh and everything went black.

Jordana came too with a start. She felt sick, and disorientated. Still freezing she opened one eye then the other. It took her a while to understand what was going on. She was hanging upside down from an old tree, from thick rope around her ankles. Swaying gently she appeared to be at the edge of a camp of some sort. Men and women in warm winter clothing gathered around a big camp fire, drinking beer, laughing and joking. They were all wearing Halloween masks she realised.

Her ankles throbbed, her head  was still swimming from whatever she had been hit with. 

"Please, please let me go...." Jordana sobbed and then regretted it.

"She's awake.."

"Great.... "

"Please... please... what.. what are you going... what do you want with me..."

Jordana's only answer was for one of her assailants to approach her brandishing a wicked looking hunting knife. Its serrated blade drew her eye almost hypnotically as it glinted in the light of the camp fire. She shivered, not just from the cold air. Between the mask and the thick down jacket Jordana couldn't even tell the gender of the knife bearer. She felt the tip pierce her skin between her breasts. It was real alright. Her heart was thumping. Head pounding. She felt the point trace a line upwards to her navel. She barely dare breathe, swaying slightly as she hung helpless. The pain when the point was shoved in just below her navel was electric. A downward stroke finishing back between her breasts followed. She felt sick, watching a trickle of blood run towards her chin.

A second attacker brought a bucket and reached into the gaping wound in Jordana's abdomen. She watched with a horrified fascination as her internal organs were unceremoniously scooped out into the bucket. Stomach, intestines, good knows what. She sobbed, wondering how all she felt was a dull pain, wondering how she was still alive. 

"Looking good...!"

A newcomer had arrived, with another bucket. By now a small crowd had formed to watch proceedings. Hands dipped into the bucket scooping out a pink grey mass. Jordana could smell something. Herbs. Onions. Sausage. Surely they couldn't be. But sure enough, her empty middle was soon stuffed full of the mixture, then the gash in her belly sewn up crudely with cooking twine.

Jordana's eyes were wide with terror now she felt she knew her fate. She had no idea how she was still alive. She certainly seemed paralysed, she assumed with fear. She was starting to sob as she was lowered from the tree and dumped onto a rough wooden bench. Rough hands posed her face down, chest at one end of the table knees under her to raise her butt at the other. Then she felt it. Something cold, smooth and hard sliding over her butt cheeks, clumsily finding her ass. She felt it shoved in and there was no doubt left in her mind as to her fate. She moaned.

"Reckon she likes that ... "

Jordana could feel the point of the spit, for she was sure that what it was pass through her hips. She whimpered some more then she felt a finger at her pussy lips, rubbing and teasing even as the made its way deeper into her. By the time she could feel it inside her chest inching slowly deeper her clit was firmly under attack, she could feel herself getting. No She couldn't. the final indignity. But her body responded regardless. It took several goes for them to successfully guide the metal pole into the base of her throat inside her neck. She chocked and spluttered just as the attention between her legs became unbearable and she cried out allowing them to push hard on the pole which scraped her teeth as it slid out of her mouth. 

Tears ran down Jordana's cheeks. She had no idea how come she was still aware, and wished that she wasn't. She figured she should be in agony, but decided most the damage was internal away from nerve endings. It seemed to her her abductors were expert at keeping their prey alive. The details were gruesome. Her naked trembling body was brushed with something. Oil ? The fire was stoked and allowed to settle to an angry red bed of coals . She felt a second shorter invader shoved into her pussy. A second shorter pole to stop her spinning on the spit she guessed. The ropes at her hands and feet were replaced with wire, her feet bound to the spit, her hands still behind her back secured with a loop around her waist.

Finally, inevitably, each end of the pole was lifted. She could feel it all the way through her stricken body, her weight resting against it. She could feel the dead mass in her middle. And then she could feel the heat of the fire she was set over. And then she began to turn. She could feel the intense heat. She could feel her skin tighten.....





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Everything was dark although Jordana could hear voices. So she wasn't dead at least. With a scrap she was flooded in light. She blinked. She could see her body in front of her. On her back. It seemed intact if a rather odd shade of golden brown. Her stomach had burst open with stuffing cascading out down her sides. It seemed her head had been removed and set near the top of the platter. She had an apple in her mouth. She was just thinking that Matt had excelled himself this time when she realised she couldn't see him. And all the people crowding around her had bread rolls...

"MMmmmm MMMMM MMMMMmmmm!!??!!"

But Matt was nowhere to be seen.....