Strange Mythbusters-1
“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 fucked 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 d**gs 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. **** 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 ****d her breasts, Grant took her dry cunt with cruel f***e. 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 r****t’s pleasure grew as Kari’s blood lubricated her cunt. Grant humped harder between her thighs, riding 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.
