“Ok guys, we need myths to test, the posts from online
aren’t panning out.”
The cast of Mythbusters was sitting around a table in
the shop with the production team. They were
brainstorming myths for the show, but having lots of
trouble.
Jokingly, Tory suggested “let’s test the myth that
after someone gets their head cut off, their head stays
alive for like 30 seconds after.”
Kari scoffed, and snapped at him “Yeah, good idea
moron, how do we test it? Cut someone’s head off on
TV?”
Tory and Grant met for a beer after the meeting, both
of them were tired of how much attention Kari was
getting being the only woman on the show.
**
The day the plan was set to go into action the unaware
Kari Byron found the area around the M7 build shop
oddly deserted. Usually there was quite a crowd of
tourists, wannabes, and the occasional bum panhandling.
The stacked redhead had heard something at one of the
production meetings about increasing security with the
fame Mythbusters brought, and it seemed to have been
introduced. She was a little disappointed – the hungry
stares of the geeky fans made her feel good about her
beauty, and she often wore short skirts to tease them.
Kari kicked aside a chunk of rubbish with a heavy black
boot before entering the build shop. She didn’t
register the sound of the classic all purpose
Louisville Slugger as it swished through the air. The
heavy wooden bat collided with Kari’s lower abdomen
with a satisfying slap. The impact doubled her over as
her abs screamed in agony. There would be a long bruise
across her navel before long. A piercing scream ripped
from between Kari’s lips, going unheard except by Tory
and Grant but recorded by their numerous cameras and
microphones.
Tory took the Slugger from Grant and move behind Kari.
The redheaded babe was forcing herself upright when he
brought it round in his own swing to crack her across
the buttocks. Kari’s ass was the main reason they’d
hired the bitch, and it just felt so damn good to give
her a good hit across the toned flesh. Kari was sent
sprawling across the cold floor of the M7 Build Shop.
The two men shared a cruel laugh and high-fived as Tory
put the Slugger aside.
Moving hurt. Even from two un-athletic geek specimens
as Tory and Grant, Kari felt sure she had some kind of
internal injuries. She needed to get to another exit
from the build shop, and run for help. She could barely
move with the agony in her mid-section. Kari managed to
turn her head around and see that the men were
completely naked, but for heavy work-boots and socks.
Their erections bobbed before them as they walked and
she noted that Tory was almost twice as large as Grant,
and Grant wasn’t small by western standards.
Kari gritted her teeth and pulled herself up by the
workbench as her sadistic co-workers approached. She
saw a likely weapon before her, a heavy metal bar. Kari
grabbed for it just as Tory’s hand caught her thick red
hair. He pulled her away from the work bench and forced
her down to the floor. Kari struggled as Tory applied
his weight to her back, and then fought against Grant’s
strength as he handcuffed her arms behind her back. She
nearly beat him, but for the pain spreading through her
torso as Tory’s weight caused her wounded abdomen to
press against the floor.
“Let me go you filthy bastards!” Kari managed, the pain
evident in her voice.
“Come on Kari, that’s not very professional we need
you to test this decapitation myth in a couple of
hours.”
“That’s right the little drugs cocktail we had mixed
up for us will mean we won’t go soft until then can
you guess what we’re going to do to you in the
meantime?”
“You fucking bastards, don’t do this to me!”
“Hey, beg all you want, bitch. Just going to make us
fuck you harder!”
Grant tugged Kari’s boots off and put them neatly to
one side. She couldn’t kick properly with Tory on her
back, and there was no way for her to stop him from
tugging down her lace and tartan skirt. Grant gasped to
see that she wore no panties over her shaved bare pussy
she really was a slut after all. The bruising across
her pert buttocks really turned him on, and he slapped
them hard four or five times to hear Kari yelp.
Tory kept his weight on Kari’s back, but leaned for a
knife he’d duct taped under a table and out of sight.
He used the blade to cut Kari’s white top off, along
with her bra. He left the choker collar she wore it
was suitable for the fucktoy role she was briefly to
serve. He taped the knife carefully back under the
table as Kari cursed them both through her tears and
yelps. Tori shifted his weight so they could twist Kari
onto her back until he sat on her wounded abs. He spat
on her face, symbolizing his contempt for a slut who
got ahead by her body.
Kari was horrified that that the two men were really
going to kill her. Rape was one horrible thing, but she
didn’t want to die. Tory pressed her succulent breasts
around his cock, fucking the soft valley with rough
strokes. She whimpered at the fresh pain as the bloated
tip pressed close to her face on every stroke. She
could see Tory really enjoyed the look of pain and fear
in her eyes as he used her body. To the swarthy
Italian-American she was just meat for his pleasure.
Something pressed between her legs and she tried to
keep her thighs shut.
“No! NO! I won’t tell anyone, just let me go!”
Grant was hidden from Kari’s view by Tory, so she
couldn’t see the sick grin he displayed as she begged.
With the redhead’s hands cuffed beneath her ass, her
body was at just the right height for him to violate
her. He shuffled forward on his knees, forcing Kari’s
thighs wide until his cock was at her entrance. As Tory
raped her breasts, Grant took her dry cunt with cruel
force. It didn’t matter to him that it was a little
rough on his own cock, he just liked her new anguished
screams.
She was no virgin, but the penetration was so rough
blood soon trickled around Grant’s shaft as he started
humping into her. The rapist’s pleasure grew as Kari’s
blood lubricated her rape. Grant humped harder between
her thighs, raping Kari as hard as he was able. There
was sexual desire in the act, but mostly it was about
power and revenge and putting the snotty slut in her
place.
Tory’s cock was carrying him to a realm of untold
pleasure in Kari’s firm valley. He could feel her heart
beating hard in her chest, but the best part was the
agony etched into Kari’s face as she screamed and
sobbed. Her body moved beneath him, shaken by Grant’s
punishing thrusts, and added to his pleasure. Tory had
dreamed of this moment and, even in his late thirties,
awoken with sticky sheets.
His hot cream splashed across Kari’s pain twisted face.
He was so excited he could barely aim the wild spray.
His long, thick, cock and heavy load almost gave the
impression of a fire hose spraying Kari’s face. She got
a good mouthful of Tory’s fertile seed as well as
stinging wads in both eyes and splashes across her
cheeks. Tory lent forwards and pressed his cock
directly into Kari’s mouth,
“Lick it all off you fucking cum-rag. If I feel your
teeth I’ll make you eat your nipples and clitoris.”
Terrified and completely convinced that Tory would do
as he said, Kari Byron worked his shaft as best she was
able with her tongue. Every thrust into her pussy felt
like a knife was being stabbed up into her crotch, and
it grew worst as Grant approached his climax. His face
was twisted in hate to match her pain, and with Tory
out the way, he mauled her breasts with his bony hands.
Tory moved from her face once she’d licked his erection
clean, and watched Grant finish up.
“Fucking teasing whore! See how smart you are now,
Kari!”
Grant jammed his cock deep into Kari and let her have
his load. Her already sore, torn-up, cunt stung with
the semen fired into inside her. He gave Kari his
entire load inside, showing her for the worthless sperm
receptacle she was. His fingernails left marks on her
breasts before he pulled out. He wanted to degrade Kari
as much as possible, and knelt over her face.
“Lick my fucking asshole, slut! Use your tongue!”
Terrified, Kari complied and started rimming Grant’s
ass. He slowly jerked his blood-smeared cock, and
enjoyed the pleasurable feelings brought by the tease
to his butt. Tory didn’t give Kari a moment to rest,
quickly replacing Grant between Kari’s legs. Her eyes
widened as Tory’s great log of a cock pressed between
her shaven lips. It felt like she was a virgin again as
he pressed into her, hitting her cervix with most of
his cock still outside.
Tory fucked her cunt slowly at first, enjoying the
partially lubricated pleasure more than Kari’s
suffering. Then, with all his strength, he tore her
tiny cervical hole open enough to press his cock into
her womb. Kari screamed in true agony as Tory busted
her womb and then brutally raped her with hard
punishing jabs. She tried to pass out, but couldn’t,
and had to take each agonising stroke until he pulled
suddenly free, and jerked off over her quivering belly.
So it continued. They shared Kari’s asshole, Grant
forcing his way in to her anus first as Kari screamed,
and then Tory pressing his thick cock in alongside.
Kari’s ass was stretched wide as the two cocks moved in
her rectum. She finally did pass out before her insides
received another coating of rapists’ spunk, but they
brought her back round before making her lick them
clean again.
After two hours of raping Kari Byron, both together and
individually, Grant and Tory were exhausted and in
possession of a lot of smoking hot footage. Their own
cocks were sore and still semi erect as they prepared
for the final part of their plan; the ultimate testing
of a myth. They left Kari sobbing on the floor as they
prepared a chopping block before the cameras. They
wanted as many angle shots a they could get besides the
main camera.
Grant unlocked the cuffs on Kari’s wrists. Torn skin
testified how hard and futilely the brutally raped
redhead had struggled for freedom. She was no longer
struggling by then and had seemed almost catatonic for
the last half hour of the rape. Tory took a handful of
Kari’s air and dragged her across the build shop floor
to the chopping block. He pressed her neck into the
slight indent in the middle, and then secured a leather
strap snuggly across the back after making sure her
hair was as much out of the way and too the side as
possible. He hackled her wrists to the side of the
chopping block so that with the sheer weight of it, she
wouldn’t be able to go anywhere. Finally, he positioned
a smaller block under her belly, to keep her on her
knees throughout the decapitation.
Grant finished up positioning cameras to the rear. They
had an excellent angle on her bruised buttocks, and the
streams of bloody semen leaking from her torn anus and
gaping cunt. He was panting lightly as he walked up
behind her and drew back his booted foot for a kick.
There was a sickening squelch, rather than a thud, as
Grant’s boot slammed into Kari’s shaven cunt. Bloody
semen squirted out around the toe, but the kick had the
desired effect.
Kari’s head shot up as much as it was able from the
block and a raw scream of agony burst hoarsely from her
lungs. She was back with them for the final indignity.
New tears smeared through the cum on her face as she
took in her position on the chopping block. The
bastards were really going to do it. Though her whole
body ached or worse, though she’d been raped and
degraded, she still wanted to live.
Grant pulled out the samurai sword from the “slicing a
gun barrel in two” myth. He made a point of showing her
the blade as he slowly unsheathed it. Kari saw her
reflection in the blade, barely recognizable but for
her hair. Tory gave a quick presentational speech to
the camera about the Myth they were testing and what
they hoped to prove before adding he doubted the
footage would go public.
Grant raised the sword high above his head, pausing as
Tory moved out of the way of the camera views. They
both hoped it was sharp enough to sever Kari’s head in
one swing, given that Grant wasn’t especially strong.
Kari screamed, her eyes open wide in terror,
“PLEEEEEEASE NOOOOOO!!”
Her last unmemorable words mixed with the almost silent
swish of the sword as Grant brought it down next to the
leather strap. The blow was perfect, slicing neatly
between the vertebrae of her spine and cutting a disk
in two. The sword continued unimpeded through thick-
corded muscle, veins and arteries along with Kari’s
larynx to embed in the solid wood of the chopping
block. Kari’s severed head dropped forward and thumped
across the floor, her mouth open in a soundless final
scream.
Fingers twitched against the wood of the chopping block
as Kari’s heart pumped blood in great gouts from her
neck. Her muscle control gone, Kari’s bladder voided
messily onto the shop floor to form a small pool of
piss. The cameras caught it all, but neither Tory nor
Grant noticed. Grant left the sword embedded in the
block as Tory lent down and picked up Kari’s severed
head by her long red hair.
“Hey Kari, blink if you can hear me!”
He spun her head around to face the main camera.
Kari’s eyes were still open wide, but blank and
lifeless. Grant stepped up and slapped her cum-smeared
face, hard. There was perhaps the slightest flicker in
Kari’s eyelids. Blood dripped from the stump of her
neck to stain the floor, but it seemed the myth had
been proven false. They gave another speech to the
Camera, twisting and turning Kari’s head like a prop
until they were done.
The last shot was of Kari’s severed head next to a
“Myth Busted” sign.
