In a rusted shed behind his crumbling farmhouse, Earl, a grizzled 52-year-old with a paunch and a cock that never softened, dragged his latest catch—a wiry blonde named Tara, 23—by her matted hair. Her wrists were zip-tied, her mouth gagged with a piss-soaked rag, her blue eyes wide with terror as he slammed her onto a stained workbench. The shed stank of sweat, cum, and motor oil, the walls lined with shelves of tools and junk—rusted pipes, splintered broom handles, dented beer cans, a cracked bowling pin. Earl’s playground. His jeans were already unzipped, his thick 7-inch cock bobbing free, precum glistening as he grinned, yellow teeth flashing. “Time to fill you up, slut,” he rasped, yanking her legs apart, her skirt tearing as he exposed her shaved cunt and tight ass.
Tara thrashed, muffled screams vibrating the gag, but Earl pinned her thighs with his knees, his rough hands prying her pussy lips open. He grabbed a cold steel wrench from the bench, its handle 9 inches long and thick as a fist, and spat on it, the glob of saliva dripping down the metal. “Let’s stretch that cunt,” he growled, forcing the wrench into her dry pussy, the blunt end scraping her walls as he shoved it deep. Tara’s body bucked, her cunt clenching, blood trickling as the tool tore her insides. Earl’s cock twitched, leaking more precum as he twisted the wrench, ramming it harder, her pussy gaping around it, slick with blood and reluctant arousal. “Fuck yeah, take it,” he grunted, jerking himself off with one hand, the other plunging the wrench in and out, her screams a wet gurgle behind the gag.
He didn’t stop. Next came a beer bottle—warm, half-empty, the glass slick with condensation. He yanked the wrench out, her cunt gaping and raw, and jammed the bottle neck-first into her pussy, the liquid sloshing inside her as he fucked her with it, the wide base stretching her lips grotesquely. Tara’s ass clenched, and Earl noticed, his grin widening. “Oh, you’re begging for it back here,” he sneered, flipping her onto her stomach, her bound hands pinned beneath her. He grabbed a greasy screwdriver, its 10-inch shaft ridged with rust, and spat on her asshole, smearing the spit with his thumb before ramming the tool in. Her ass split, blood oozing as he twisted it, her body jerking, her cunt dripping beer and blood onto the bench. Earl’s cock throbbed, and he stroked himself faster, nutting hard, his cum splattering her back as he laughed, “Fucking tight little shitter.”
Hours passed, Tara’s holes a wrecked mess. He stuffed her cunt with a jagged pinecone, the spines shredding her walls, then forced a rusted spark plug into her ass, the metal scraping her raw. Her body trembled, her mind fracturing, but Earl was relentless, his cock hard again as he pulled the items out, her holes leaking blood, cum, and piss. “Not done yet, bitch,” he muttered, grabbing a thick rubber hose and shoving it into her cunt, pumping it deep until her belly bulged, her screams fading to whimpers. Her ass got a dented soup can, the edges cutting her rim, her body convulsing as he fucked her with both, his cock slamming into her mouth when he ripped the gag off, her throat gagging on his seed as he nutted again.
But Tara was just the warmup. Earl’s real prize was his daughter, Sadie, who’d turned 18 that morning. She’d grown up in the farmhouse, her blonde hair long and tangled, her green eyes wary of her dad’s leering stares. He’d waited for this day, his cock aching for her since she hit puberty. Now, as dusk fell, he dragged Sadie from her room, her nightgown ripping as he hauled her to the shed. “Daddy’s gonna love you proper,” he snarled, throwing her onto the bench beside Tara’s limp form, her wrists bound with duct tape, her legs kicking as he tore the nightgown off, exposing her perky tits, her unshaved cunt, her virgin ass.
Sadie sobbed, “Dad, no, please!” but Earl’s cock was rock-hard, 7 inches of veiny meat dripping as he spread her thighs. He grabbed a fat carrot from a sack—10 inches, knobby, unwashed—and rammed it into her cunt, her hymen tearing, blood slicking the vegetable as he fucked her with it, her pussy clenching in agony. “Tight little bitch,” he grunted, his free hand stroking his cock, precum smearing her thigh. Sadie screamed, her body shaking, but Earl was lost in it, pulling the carrot out, her cunt gaping, and shoving a golf ball in, then another, her pussy stretching, the spheres rolling inside her as he fingered her clit, forcing her to cum despite the pain, her juices mixing with blood.
Her ass was next. He snatched a wooden spoon, its handle 8 inches and splintered, and forced it into her shitter, no lube, just raw penetration, her ass bleeding as he twisted it, her screams echoing. “Fuck, you’re tighter than your mom,” he growled, his cock jerking as he stuffed her cunt with a peeled cucumber, the cold flesh splitting her wider, her belly bulging. Sadie’s pleas turned to gurgles, her body a trembling wreck, but Earl kept going, pulling the spoon out and jamming a lightbulb into her ass, the glass creaking as he forced it deep, her rim tearing, blood pooling. He fucked her cunt with a rolling pin, the wood slick with her fluids, his cock throbbing as he nutted on her tits, cum dripping down her heaving chest.
The shed became a blur of sex and violence. Earl stuffed Sadie’s cunt with marbles, her pussy a bloated sack, then forced a rusted padlock into her ass, the metal grinding her insides. Tara, barely conscious, got a broom handle up her cunt, the wood splintering inside her, while Earl rammed a tire iron into her ass, her body jerking as he fucked her with it, his cock slamming her throat, cum choking her. Sadie’s holes were next—a flashlight in her cunt, its 12-inch length bulging her womb, a crowbar in her ass, the steel ripping her apart. Earl’s cock stayed hard, his hands a blur as he stuffed their holes, his cum painting their bodies, their blood fueling his lust.
He lost count of the items—batteries, a hammer handle, a broken clock, a jagged bottle cap—each one tearing their cunts and asses wider, their bodies breaking under the assault. Sadie’s mind snapped, her screams fading to moans, her holes a gaping ruin, while Tara’s pulse weakened, her body a cum-soaked shell. Earl’s cock never softened, his balls churning as he fucked their mouths, their cunts, their asses, nutting over and over, the shed a swamp of blood, piss, and seed.
Then came the endgame. Earl untied Sadie, her body limp, her holes leaking, and flipped her onto her back. “Time to eat, baby girl,” he rasped, his cock still hard as he climbed onto the bench, straddling her chest. He sank his teeth into her shoulder, tearing flesh, blood spurting as he chewed, his cock slamming into her wrecked cunt, the marbles rolling inside her as he fucked her raw. Sadie whimpered, her body cold, but Earl kept going, ripping into her tit, the fatty tissue bursting in his mouth, his thrusts brutal, her pussy gushing blood and cum.
He ate her alive, his teeth shredding her arms, her thighs, her belly, blood pooling beneath them as he fucked her harder, his cock splitting her cunt wider, the flashlight still lodged inside, her womb a mangled mess. “Fuck, you taste good,” he grunted, swallowing her flesh, his hands clawing her ribs open, her screams gone, her eyes blank. He nutted inside her, his seed mixing with her blood, his mouth full of her guts as he tore into her chest, her heart exposed, still beating faintly. He bit into it, the muscle popping, blood flooding his throat as he came again, his cock locked in her dying cunt, her body a twitching ruin.
Tara watched, barely alive, as Earl finished Sadie, his cock still pumping, her corpse a bloody feast. He turned to Tara, grinning, his face smeared with his daughter’s blood, but she was already gone, her body cold. Earl didn’t care. He fucked Sadie’s lifeless form one last time, his cock sliding through her torn cunt, her eaten flesh fueling his final nut, cum dripping from her gaping holes as he collapsed, panting, the shed silent except for his ragged breaths.