Disclaimer: The characters involved in this story are purely fictional. Any relations to people in real life are completely coincidental.

*Final Warning: I'm not fucking around. This is the single most brutal thing I've ever written. If you can't stomach it, don't read it.*

Tiffany walked to the door, unlocking it and opening it just a crack before stopping. She listened carefully, looking around. She had to be sure she was alone, even more so than usual considering her guest. She smiled wanly, and then pushed her way into the blackness, the door closing behind her with a solid click. She reached back absently and bolted it. There would be no interruptions.

A muffled moan broke through the darkness and Tiffany smiled, “Ms. Tilton? Are you waking up?” The muffled sounds continued and Tiffany's smile widened, “I think you are. And I bet you're realizing that this isn't just some weird hangover right about now.”

There was silence, and Tiffany closed her eyes, fantasizing about what must be running through the blonde's vacuous mind. `Kidnapped? Me? But I'm too famous to be kidnapped!' Tiffany slowly opened her eyes, “Ms. Tilton, do you know what's happening to you? Oh, I'm sure you think you know, but do you?”

There was a muffled shout and a bit of metal clacking against metal as she tried to free herself from the chair. Tiffany shook her head and chuckled, then reached over and turned on the spotlight. Cholet Tilton was suddenly bathed in blinding light and looked away, cringing.

Tiffany's smile widened, looking at the heiress, bound and gagged, her wrists handcuffed to a chair, her feet propped up on an ottoman. She looked so different from the covers of the magazines. Of course, most of the time, Cholet Tilton had time to make herself look good. Being kidnapped during a night of binge drinking hadn't given her that luxury.

Tiffany walked in front of the spotlight, watching as the girl looked up at her silhouetted form. It was fun, watching her begin to struggle, biting down on the rag that had been stuffed inside her mouth. Her hands pulled up and away, trying to slip through the cuffs, but to no avail. Tiffany wasn't a cop she wasn't about to play nicely. The cuffs were so tight they were almost cutting off blood flow, and from the small rivulet of blood that began to seep down from Cholet's wrist, Tiffany knew that there was no way the girl was going to get away unless she gnawed off her own hand. Of course, she couldn't even do that because of the gag.

Finally, Cholet relaxed, closing her eyes and whimpering. Tiffany snorted in disgust, walked up and slapped her across the face. The girl disgusted her. Vanity personified, filthy rich with money she didn't earn, utterly mindless with the personality of a cardboard cutout. Oh, Tiffany was going to enjoy this as much as Cholet Tilton was going to suffer from it.

Tiffany shook her head, smiling, “No, no I'm recording this. Believe me, I would love to, but that would give people far too much evidence against me.”

Cholet bit down on her lip, “Please, please don't hurt me, I'll give you anything you want, I can buy you anything I…” Tears were streaming down her eyes, desperate, “Just don't, don't hurt me…”

Tiffany looked up and smiled at Cholet wickedly, and then darted down and bit down on the heiress's foot. Cholet screamed, blood spilling into Tiffany's mouth as she gnawed through the girl's carefully tended toes, biting through skin and wrenching against the bone. Cholet piercing screams echoed through the room, and she writhed in her chair, pulling against her bonds, blood flowing from her wrists as the handcuffs bit into them.

And then there was a terrible wrenching, and Cholet collapsed back into her seat, sobbing. She could not feel her all of her toes they were simply gone. She opened her tear filled eyes and then let out another loud sob, looking at where her toes had been. Tiffany, her black shirt sticky with blood looked up, “I'm not done yet…”

Cholet screamed, but then her voice gave it out, Tiffany ripping another toe from her foot. Tiffany leaned back and smiled, laughing as the other girl thrashed about in her chair. She got up and walked around, grabbing her face and pulling Cholet to look into her eyes. “How does it feel, knowing that all the money in the world can't save you, that your daddy wont be here to rescue you?”

Tiffany stared at her, “You are a miserable excuse for a human being. I've never seen someone so conceited. I've never met someone so useless. There are others who would kill for but a fraction of what you have, but you; you value nothing but things of no value. Items of beauty, invaluable to you, but things of actual value, you flaunt or simply throw away.”

Tiffany grabbed her face and tipped her head to the side, reaching forward and biting down on Cholet's nose. The woman screamed, blood spurting out, dripping into her mouth, her vision being tinged red. The pain was intense; Tiffany's wrenching back and forth, her teeth biting through the skin, piercing the cartilage. Cholet's felt Tiffany's hands clutch her face, and then push back as Tiffany pulled away. Cholet's scream was lost in the agony of the moment, her nose being torn from her face. Tiffany chewed a few more times, and then swallowed, “Lets see how you cover that up, Ms. Tilton.”

Cholet's head fell forward and she shook uncontrollably. Tiffany smiled, “Giving up so easily? You never really had to work on persistence or perseverance. Everything was always handed to you on a silver platter, wasn't it? And the boys, the boys fell all over you, if not for your money than for the way you put out.” Tiffany simply shook her head and straddled the girl, sitting down on her legs. Cholet gritted her teeth, trying to look up at her tormentor, blood dribbling from what remained from her nose.

Tiffany smirked, then grabbed Cholet's designer shirt and tore it in two. Blood was already pouring down onto her chest, dripping onto the skimpy, lacy bra. Tiffany smiled, leaning forward and resting her head against Tilton's chest. Blood dripped onto her hair, but she didn't really care, listening to Tilton's heartbeat as she reached behind her back and unhooked her bra. She could feel the fabric slacken, and then fall away. Tiffany leaned back, looking into Cholet's terrified eyes. She leaned back and gazed at Tilton's breasts, then reached out and grabbed them, playing with them for a moment.

“My, my, they're real. I can't find any silicon baggies or anything else. I'm surprised.” Tiffany murmured then leaned forward and licked one of Tilton's nipples, “Most men would die to touch you like this…” She closed her eyes and sighed, flicking her tongue against the slowly hardening nipple, “They would kill for it.” Tiffany leaned in and sucked on it for a moment, slowly pulling back and teasing the nipple with her teeth. Cholet whimpered miserably, blood still dripping onto her chest.

“Do you know what I'm going to do to your breasts, Cholet?” She reached up and grabbed the girl by the chin, leaning it back so she could look the girl in the eye once more. Cholet mouthed the word no, tears spilling from her eyes. Tiffany shook her head and sighed, “Perhaps I should get it over with, if you don't want to play my games?”

Tiffany's teeth sunk into Tilton's exposed breast, her teeth acting as a guillotine for the girl's nipple. Cholet howled, body writing in her chair, flailing about wildly while her tormentor ran her tongue over the severed nipple. Tiffany smiled fiendishly, grabbing Cholet's face and forcing her to watch as she played with it in her mouth. She relished the girl's suffering almost as much as the actual taste. She held it out on her tongue, letting Cholet see it one final time before swallowing it. Cholet let out another pained cry, and Tiffany laughed, reaching down and biting into the breast, rending the bouncing mound to a bloody mass of half chewed flesh.

Cholet screamed, agony wracking her slim form, her beautiful body being bitten and torn to shreds by her tormentor. The woman stopped, for a moment and Cholet collapsed, sagging forward in her restraints. Her entire body was burning, the brutal punishment it had undergone… she had never experienced such pain before. She could only drag in ragged gasps between sobs, looking at her mutilated chest. And then the woman grabbed her hair and wrenched her back in the chair. A knife hovered in front of her eyes and she tried to make a sound, but no sound left her mouth. She closed her eyes, unable to listen to the girl, trying to force herself from the nightmare.

She felt herself pushed back and the cold blade of the knife rested against her chest, beneath her other breast. She leaned forward, screaming, trying to force it away, but the woman forced her back, and then began to cut her way through. The pain blinded her, only leaving her to scream unabated as her tormentor laughed. She could feel her blood spilling down her chest. She felt the knife cutting through, almost there, tearing through the sides of her breast as it finally made its way through.

Tiffany held the mass of flesh in her hand, wiping the flat of the blade off on Cholet's head. She smiled, lifting it to her mouth and taking a bite. She smiled, relishing the flavor, and then grabbed the suffering heiress, once again pushing her back in her chair, holding her head back and holding it back so she could watch as she took another bite. The girl was crying hysterically now. Her entire life was ruined, her image destroyed, her life about to end. Tiffany shook her head; she might as well have some compassion.

“Eat.” She thrust the ruined lump of flesh towards Cholet, watching her eyes bulge as she saw her breast forced into her face. Tiffany smiled, “It must be a foreign concept to you…” She stuffed part of it into the girl's mouth, watching as she tried so very desperately to spit it out. But Tiffany did not want to give up punching her in the forehead and then forcing it into her mouth again, “Bite down and chew.” Cholet whipped her head from side to side, sobbing, but Tiffany caught her hair and held her still for a moment, holding the knife above the girl's eye. “Eat, now.”

Cholet opened her mouth to scream and Tiffany stuffed her breast back inside, watching as she gagged on it, and then, knife still above her eye, chewed off a piece. Tiffany pulled the rest of the breast away, “Now swallow.” Cholet closed her eyes and Tiffany watched the small bulge as it went down her throat. She smiled, patting Cholet on the head, “Good girl.”

Cholet fell forward sobbing again. Tiffany watched her for a moment. She was trembling, her breathing heavy. She had lost quite a bit of blood. Tiffany frowned. Perhaps she wouldn't be able to play with her as much as long as she actually wanted. She could get the branding iron, but something about that seemed wrong. The question now was to where she would continue. Sadly, she wasn't sure how communicable vanerial diseases were if they were eaten so her vagina was out of the question, and she looked so very… comfortable where she was that she didn't want to take the time to enjoy eating the girl's ass, but there were still other options… She looked down and smiled.

“You have very well manicured hands, you know.” Tiffany murmured, crouching down beside her. She slowly ran her fingers over Cholet's gently lifting them up and trying to sample them before they were pulled away. Tiffany looked up innocently, watching the renewed horror inside Cholet's eyes. A smile formed on Tiffany's lips and she leaned forward again, holding her hand still as she licked the tip of it. Then she reached forward and bit down. It was bony, very little meat on it, but that was acceptable. Tiffany wrenched it from side to side in her mouth, pulling the flesh and tendons away from the bone. It was almost amazing to know that this would hurt far more than actually having her nipple bitten off. The fingers, so very sensitive, have the largest concentration of nerve endings on any part of the human body. She tore the finger away and moved onto the next one.

The pain was excruciating, beyond words, beyond any comprehension. Her hand was being torn apart, and all she could do was scream. The monster was dragging her hand back again and again, biting, ripping, and rending her fingers until there was nothing left, and then, without stopping, had reached over and began to work on her other hand. Cholet's voice gave out, so horse that she could no longer manage to scream, her wrists torn from trying again and again pulling away from her tormentor. All she could do was elicit a pitiful whine as she felt her final finger tear away from her hand.

Tiffany stood up slowly, her face and black shirt coated with blood. She smiled, looking down at what used to be a celebrity, a woman famous for nothing. A torn up wreck of a person, that was all that was left now. But no, it was not over yet, it was far from over. Tiffany knelt down next to Tilton and pulled out her knife. Cholet couldn't even raise her head, only closing her eyes as she saw the knife puncture her stomach. Blood began to pour from the wound as Tiffany sheared through the girl's tight abs. Cholet moaned weakly, her body squirming weakly in the chair as Tiffany withdrew her blade and reached inside.

Cholet gagged involuntarily, watching as her intestines were pulled out. Tiffany played with them, squeezing a small stretch of it so nothing was left before looking up at her while she placed it in her mouth. “You know, they make sausage with pig intestines. I wonder what I should do with yours?” Cholet coughed, spitting some of the blood that had spilled into her mouth onto Tiffany. Tiffany chuckled, then bit down and wrenched her head to the side, tearing a piece of the intestines, allowing the remnants of whatever food she had been eating slip out.

Tiffany looked up, from the girl's intestines, “You know, most people I deal with have already died by now. I actually have to congratulate you… you're not as weak willed as I thought you would be.” She rose slowly, “Do you want me to make the pain stop?”

Cholet sat in the chair, her chest rising and falling with each breath. She was woozy, and it all hurt so much. The monster, silhouetted from behind by the bright light, was talking again, and she tried to pay attention. Was she finally going to end this? Was she going to kill her? Her body struggled to rise, watching the figure before her, the monster, not human in any way before losing it's strength and slumping forwards again.

Tiffany watched this all and then nodded slowly. Yes, it was time, she had lasted longer than she had ever expected her to, but finally, it was time to end her farce of a life. She bent over the girl, pushing Cholet's head back, and then bit into the girl's neck. There was a gush of blood, but she bit again and again, ripping into her throat quickly. She heard a gurgling noise, the sounds of chains rattling, and then silence. Cholet Tilton was still. Tiffany stood up and away from her dinner, taking a step back to look at her work. Something rose within her, quickly, unexpectedly, her eyes widened and she opened her mouth. The belch echoed inside the small chamber for a moment, and Tiffany blinked, putting a hand to her mouth. “Oh my… excuse me.” She chuckled before headed for the door…

Author's Note: I knew, from the moment I got this commission, that this was just going to be me letting my muse go to town. Sadly, I'm not particularly surprised at the end result. On the bright side, he's very pleased with himself, and it appeased him as well (even though I did have to cut him short, if I hadn't, the story probably would have been thirty pages…). I probably won't write hard vore again for quite some time.