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Sarah was one of the most popular girls within her class. She had long ginger hair, deep emerald eyes and tanned freckled skin, her body was toned from running track, and genetics certainly hadn't left her without curves. Although she was tall at 5'11, it didn't take long for her to be hit on, when she went out clubbing. She'd been at University for two years now, studying teaching and She'd been loving every second. Well, almost every second.

Recently group projects had been announced, and Sarah had Covid during that week so she wasn't able to pick a partner within her usual friends. Instead she was stuck with the worst loser in the class; Michael. He was 5'6, Fat, Balding, His skin was greasy, and he smelled like he hadn't showered in a fortnight. It didn't help that last year he kept hitting up her Insta begging for a date. She was generally an accepting person, but he was a clear cut creep.

Having to sit down next to him in class, she could hear him breathing through his mouth. The wretched smell of grease and B.O seemed to sear her nostrils as she eeked her chair away to the most acceptable distance. He wasn't discrete with his staring either, while the lecture was on-going, it was clear she was just staring at her chest. It was only an hour but it seemed to go on forever.

Standing as soon as they were excused, she went to head for the door until his squeaky voice called to her. "Sarah wait!"

She stopped begrudgingly, making sure to smile when she turned around. "Yeah Michael, is there something you wanted?"

Pointing to his phone, he smirked. "I'll need your phone number so we can stay in contact- for the project."

Sarah halted, her smile wavered but composure was soon gathered. "Oh, of course. How silly! I only just woke up in all fairness." She gave a small giggle to try and ease the tension.

Walking over she entered her phone number. She stood well above him and could hear him sniffing hard as she neared.

"S-so, I'll come round to yours in the week?" Michael said, clearly hopeful to get close.

Sarah just kept smiling. If she let him into her apartment; he'd know where she lived, make it smell, would definitely try to steal some of her stuff. "Oh- uhm, maybe we should just meet at Starbucks or someth-"

"I know!" Michael interrupted. "You can come to mine, I have a pretty sweet apartment you know." He winked and Sarah somehow managed not to vomit.

She didn't want to say outright he creeped her out, it would make her seem like a bitch. Besides if he did try anything she had a good excuse to bail on him as a partner. With trepidation, she agreed. "Sure - That sounds lovely Michael."

She kept smiling and he went for a hug which Sarah, gently put an arm out to stop. "Haha, maybe later...." She said awkwardly.

He nodded and let her escape. It didn't matter now, she was going to come to him either which way.

On the night she received a flurry of texts from Michael. Nothing explicit that could be used as an escape, but just iritating junk.

"How are you?" "Just rewatched American Psycho." "Whats your favourite movie?" "Did you see my messages?" "What are you up to?" "You asleep or doing something else? 😏" "You must be busy!" "We should meet up tomorrow 😊"

She cringed at the messages and agreed to meet up, the project had only just started but if he pulled a move then she would be good to swap immediately. It was for the greater good was all Sarah could think as she tried to head to sleep.

The next day, Sarah headed to his apartment on time. Seeing the outside of the building it looked as if he hadn't lied. It was nice and modern, nicer than her accommodation, and as she walked through the door, a perky receptionist happily directed her.

Maybe this won't be so bad, she reassured herself.

Sarah ensured to dress well; she was wearing some tight black jeans and a nice cream blouse which contrasted against her tan. She wore some old leather boots so as to gain some more height, and to mess with Michael. She looked good, but not slutty, she didn't want to put any ideas into his head.

Reaching his door, she knocked a little rhythm and waited calmly. It didn't take long for it to swing open, and for Michael to be in full view. He still looked unwashed, he was wearing threadbare grey joggers with white stains upon and his white tshirt seemed to have the collective spillings of at least 4 meals.

Peeking behind him before entering, the inside didn't look that bad. Not as She'd expected it. Michael led her inside and while the smell was strong, by opening some windows it had soon eased.

Leaning awkwardly in his kitchen, he waddled over. Opening the fridge, it was clean and fully stocked before showing the drinks. "Would you like something?" The squeaky voice quizzed.

Sarah to her time to scan the shelves. There was a lot of cola but water would be fine. Passing her the bottle he smiled gently, but it didn't soothe her. She took it and gave a fake smile back, cracking the seal open and taking a swig.

"So what would you like to do first?" She asked calmly, taking another swig of water.

Chuckling a bit, Michael smirked. "You."

She didn't hide her disgust at his comment leaning back as he stood still. "Yeah, no. Listen, there's no-one from class here so if you act like a creep. I'm going to crush your balls."

Surprised by her sudden change, Michael dropped his head. "S-sorry.... It's just.... You're so pretty, and I...." His gaze stayed on the floor as Sarah drank some more. "... And I drugged every drink in that fridge." Looking up from the floor, he grinned and stared at the half empty bottle.

Sarah's gaze, also moved to the bottle staring at it for a second, she let out a small laugh. "That's a joke right? I mean it'sh a shuperr... fucked...." She paused as he head became lighter, her words were slurred as she started to slump back. "You're... sho fuh-fuhckin dead.... creeeeeep." She managed before sliding off the counter and hitting the floor.

Michael didn't try to catch her, just letting her drop with a hearty thud.

Sarah awoke with a splitting headache, trying to reach fo her head but cold metal restrained her hands. Jolting against the shackles a few times, she tried to let out a scream; finding herself muffled by a gag. Continuing to struggle, her ankles were also locked in place. Her memory started to jog as she remembered about the drugging. Still shaking desperately, she started to cry before an all too familiar voice broke her isolation.

"You alright Sarah?" He scoffed as he slowly came into view. "You fell pretty hard. Shame to see a bruise on your pretty face."

His grubby hands traced over her blouse, making her struggle more. Her perfectly shaped brows were furrowed in fury as she kept pulling at the shackles. She tried to yell insults through her gag but it was impossible to decipher.

Laughing at her furious reaction, Michael kissed her cheek. "You're so cute when you're angry Sarah. It's making me hard...." He gestured towards his disgusting joggers, showing a faint outline of his member.

Sarah stayed angry but it was safe to see she was helpless. Glancing down to his mediocre manhood, she shook her head while restrained.

"You don't have a choice here Sarah." He mocked. "No-one knows where you are, and no-one will find you."

Sarah didn't take any time to study her surroundings in her daze, but when she did; horror set in. Somehow she was now in a warehouse, it looked dilapidated, having water drip from the ceiling and old tools fixed to the wall. It seemed she was nowhere near Michael's Apartment now, she had no idea where she was. Realising the gravity she put on a softer face, trying to seem kind and she spoke muffled nonsense.

Michael studied her face calmly before pulling out the gag, revealing it to be her own black panties. "You going to play nice Sarah?"

Seeing her panties in his hand, she looked down to see her bare legs and exposed pussy. Nodding slowly, she forced a smile once more. "Of- of course Michael.... It's so nice to- to have a man take charge like this." She lied so as to relax him, perhaps by being accommodating She'd get her chance for freedom.

"Heh, sure." Was all he offered in response walking off to the rack of tools as he spoke. "You know what pissed me off most about you Sarah?"

"Uhm, I don't kno-"

"Of course you don't!" He yelled, grabbing a saw from the wall. "How tall you are. You and all the other females, laughing at me for being short, and ugly. It's not fair!"

Seeing him brandishing the saw and coming towards her, Sarah started to plead. "I-I never laughed at you Michael, I don't care about height.... It-It's more about personality! Let's just talk about it!" Her panic was clear as he neared.

"No, let's not talk about it. I'm gonna make you perfect Sarah." He pressed the saw to her toned thigh before she could offer any more objection. "Your legs always looked so perfect." He pushed into her, the saw tearing away her flesh and into her muscle. "Perhaps they'll taste perfect too."

Screaming and begging as Michael sawed through her, he kept going, whistling merrily. Sarah could only stare in horror as she saw all her years spent on track being wasted. Continuing to scream in anguish as he hit the bone, she lost control of her bladder. Letting her golden piss mix with her deep red blood, it dripped steadily from the chair as Michael laughed.

"Fucking disgusting Sarah. Pissing yourself like a child." He kept laughing through her screams. Seeing more and more blood leaving, it wasn't long before the pain and the sight made her black out. But Michael continued his work unfettered.

Sarah awoke once more. She felt weak and woozy, crying as she remembered what had happened, she clamped her eyes shut. Not wanting to see if it was real. Seeking to soothe she went to stroke her hair, finding her arm unshackled she reached up, only to find that she was... Missing?

Sniffling still she slowly opened her eyes. Seeing soiled bandages covering the two stumps of her once impressive legs, she let out a small scream. Only to move her eyes onto her slender arms, finding they too were now stumps.

Overwhelmed by this sudden revelation that her body had been ruined, permanently. She let out a helpless wail, anger and sorrow echoing through the warehouse. Surrounding her chair was grooves from the saw and bloodstains. It wasn't clear how long she'd been out, but she seemed to be alone now and was no longer shackled.

Thrashing her body, she was able to drop onto the floor gracelessly. Hitting her stubs and hissing from the pain. Struggling across the disgusting floor on what remained of her limbs was excruciating, but Sarah was determined. Taking it slowly she reached a door, firstly trying to open it with her stub. It didn't budge. She did her best to throw her body into it. Still no movement.

Staring up she saw it. A simple Latch lock at what would have been waist height. Sarah didn't know how to react, tears streaming as she broke into laughter. This had to be a nightmare right? There was no way this way real. She joked to herself as her emerald eyes were affixed on the lock.

There was no escape.

Michael had started his day in a far more pleasant manner. Slowly lurching from his bed, there was no time to browse 4chan as he had his new pet to play with. Dressing in his vile clothes as swiftly as his fat little body would allow, he stopped by the fridge to take out Sarah's thigh.

He had already butchered the meat upon bringing it back. Gently harvesting a fillet from her toned Quads, it was panfriend and consumed - apart from a small portion to feed Sarah. Her meat was tough owing to it being a muscle, but its umami taste was unique. Taking another small bite from Sarah's portion, he headed off.

It was a short drive out of town; taking 20 minutes in his old car. Fiddling with the keys he slowly opened the door, seeing Sarah on all fours drinking desperately from a puddle. Laughing at her, Michael walked over slowly.

She started yelling immediately upon seeing him. "WHAT THE FUCK HAVE YOU DONE TO ME?!??!! YOU FUCKING FREAK!!!! I HOPE THEY RAPE YOU IN JAIL SCUM!!!" After her initial outbust, the insults lacked variety and bite so Michael paid them no mind as he slowly approached her.

She was naked and filthy, this seemingly unattainable goddess. Now limbless and at his complete mercy. Hard just from watching her struggle around, he pulled down his joggers and sauntered over. Seeming to realise his intent, it looked as if Sarah was trying to escape. It was pitiful, her tanned skin paled from bloodloss, beaded with sweat from the struggle of her movements.

Grasping her red hair in hand, he yanked her back, ripping some out as he did so. Screaming as she flipped around, Michael kicked her stomach so she fell onto her back. She looked absolutely furious as she stared up at him, her eyeliner and lipstick smudged, he thought she looked amazing. She was yelling and trying to roll back over but he didn't care.

Mounting her as she objected, he took her D size tits in either hand squeezing them together as he sucked her nipples. Writhing and screaming louder, he kept going. Feeling her nipples harden he took a harsh bite, making her fall silent and hiss instead. Looking down, she saw the angry red marks from his teeth, and started to yell again. Biting once more due to this, she started to gasp as she felt his teeth sink deeper into her flesh.

Trying to pull away as she stared in horror, Michael pulled his jaw tearing her flesh and leaving a crater. The pain burst through, crying as she tried to push him away with her nubs, he cupped her head in his hands. "Be a good girl for daddy, and he won't bite you."

Daddy. He wanted to be called daddy after mutilating her. Gritting her teeth, she couldn't put on a smile as she only managed to nod.

Seeing her agreement, he neared his disgusting face to hers. Forcing her into a kiss, she thrashed her head trying to escape, prompting Michael to press his teeth gently to her neck. Realising her position, Sarah tried to change her tune.

"N-no!!!! D-daddy, I'm- I'm sorry... P-please...." She ungritted her teeth as she was forced to continue. "Please kiss me..."

Pressing his throbbing cock onto her bare stomach, he grinned, it was already dripping with precum. "Of course, baby." Forcing her mouth against his, the inexperience showed as he swirled and forced his tongue about aimlessly. Sarah's eyes remained open, as she just had to endure.

It seemed to go on forever. His spit got everywhere, leaking from her red lips to her freckled cheeks. Ensuring not to heave, he moved off slowly. "Now beg for Daddy's dick."

"What?!" Sarah said, unable to hold back her outrage. "No fucking way!"

Michael's expression fell flat at her denial. Sighing as he moved down to her already damaged tit, he bit relentlessly. Ripping her nipple straight off. Sarah, screamed and pleaded but nothing changed. Michael bit again, and again, until she said the magic words between cries and tears. "G-give me your dick! Please Daddy!!! Please, just stop.... Give me your dick.... Please...."

She was cweeping and helpless but Michael only seemed to enjoy it more, as blood dripped steady from her savaged breast. Pushing against her warm entrance, he could feel some moisture. "Wet for daddy are we? Pathetic whore."

Sarah wanted to remain silent but knew what that would bring. "Y-Yeah... I'm- desperate for you daddy.... Please c-cum in me."

Taking the forced line, he shoved all his girth inside at once. Hissing at the sudden entrance, Sarah struggled but quickly halted herself. Michael watched her face carefully as he jammed into her a few times. "You like that? Too big for you?"

It was painful as he forced his way in with no technique, over and over. He wasn't massive but he definitely had more than she imagined. Feeling warmth slowly start to spread through her, she gave a small nod. "It-It's so big daddy" She lied.

Grinning at her, he kept the awkward pace. Nothing was building for Sarah, so she slowly started to move her hips. It would speed up the process she thought, anything to get him off faster. He enjoyed this enthusiasm, and was soon panting as he tried to keep pace.

Sarah, couldn't help it. Maybe it was the torture, her delirium, or this was the first pleasure she had in the last two days, but she felt something building. The sting from her stumps and breast started to fade away, as she focused on the rhythm. Being sure to grind faster, as she felt him swelling.

Between small gasps she motioned to Michael, "P-put your hands on my hips Daddy..."

Nodding frantically and Obeying, in an odd role reversal. He gripped onto her tightly, hooking his fingers under her ass as his thumbs pressed into her pelvis. Dragging her into the thrusts as she grinded against him. He was having sex with Sarah, he cheered in his head. Studying her face as he continued, he watched as her eyes closed and her head fell back, gentle moans being released. He almost came from hearing the first one.

"J-just like that.... D-don't stop..." She panted between moans. However feeling him twitch inside her, she knew it was already over. Desperately trying to grind more, he pulled out. Having his cum drip from her freshly raped pussy, he walked on his knees over to the rosy cheeked, panting, sex-toy - and slapped his filthy cock on her face. "Clean it for daddy."

His cum and her juices leaked into her eye, as she opened her mouth, following orders. Anything to make this quicker, she reassured herself. Stuffing it into her, she gagged but gained composure.

"You don't know how long daddy has wanted to use this mouth, baby." The taste was strong. It was bitter but mellowed out as she kept sucking. Feeling a few meager spurts, she knew she had emptied his balls fully. Michael pulled out slowly as her lips remained sealed around him. Ruby red lipstick marking his cock. "Good girl. Very good girl."

Sarah nodded. She hadn't hated it. It blocked the pain but she didn't cum. "You were amazing daddy." She lied. Feeling the cum on her face drying, her eye had turned red and irritated where it had leaked in. Unable to solve the issue, she hoped he would clean her up but instead he got to his feet.

"You've earnt a treat baby." Michael said as he headed back through the door. Not long after he had returned with some tuppwear. Filled with some kind of meat. Cautiously eating it, Sarah couldn't deny its pleasant flavour. She devoured the entire portion while he just smirked at her, waiting until she had the last bite before revealing. "You like the taste of your own meat baby?"

Sarah stared, as Michael pointed to where her left leg used to be. "You're so delicious baby. Daddy loved every bite too." Her silence continued until she started to gag. She wanted to throw up so badly but nothing came. Michael stroked her hair and patted her back, as she reacted. "It's okay baby. It's meat now for daddy, and for you."

She nodded in moderate shock, knowing it was best to play along. "It-It's just meat...." Eyes staring at the bandages she kept nodding, repeating to herself. "Meat, it's just meat."

Taking his time to freshen up the bandages. Sarah saw his crude needlework on her stumps. It was fully sealed but it looked an absolute mess. He stayed with her for a while before putting out a bowl of water and heading off. Saying he'd be back later.