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MY HIDEOUS LOVELY

Doctor Broeger studied and idolized the finest minds of his time,
especially Victor Frankenstein. But his creation, although fairer than
Frankenstein's, was no less troubled....


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My Hideous Lovely

(fM, MF, MF, nc, MF, snuff)
By: Punchinello



Bremen, Germany, 1884

The Body floated heavily in the glass tank, the liquid a glowing
greenish fog that half-obscured it. It was smooth--that was what
always struck Werner: how marvelously smooth the flesh was. He liked
to stare at it when he was alone, but only when he was alone. He
didn't like for Doctor Broeger to think that he was staring merely for
the lascivious pleasure of the sight of a nude woman.

But Werner had stared at her many times, from the first day that the
doctor had begun the experiment with a tiny sample of human
tissue--tissue stolen from a stillborn infant and subjected to the
doctor's strange combination of chemicals. Werner did not pretend to
understand it all; the science was obscure, speculative even, and the
student only wanted to be a part of something grand in his final years
at the university. And this was grand.

She was a woman now, although she had only been growing in the
gestation tank for fourteen months--a long gestation for a human
infant, but it was astounding what the rapid growth serum the doctor
had concocted could do...perhaps even terrifying.

But she was not terrifying. She was lovely. A beautiful girl of
seventeen or so, by human standards, slender and long-limbed, she was
a wonder of nature. Her body had grown and developed before his eyes:
grown arms and legs, hair and nails; matured into a woman with
wonderful, full breasts and lips and a noble brow. Her hair was long
and wavy and floated all around her in the incubation liquid. The tuft
between her legs was thick and curly, and as black as the hair on her
head. Werner wondered sometimes what that tuft looked like between the
legs of his sweetheart Margaretta, whom he planned to marry after his
graduation from the university.

She moved sometimes. Werner had seen her move her legs and arms,
twisting about and one time nearly getting tangled in the thick
umbilical cord that tethered her to the machinery of the tank. He and
Doctor Broeger had been as proud as parents to see it the first time.
Now it was routine. It wouldn't be long now before it was time for her
birth.

Werner put his hands on the tank as he sometimes did. He stared up
through the murky, dull glow of the greenish waters to gaze at her
face: placid, serene. Then she frowned; she scowled. Perhaps she was
dreaming--if infants dreamed.

Then she began to convulse.

"Doctor Broeger! Doctor Broeger!" Werner called.



Doctor Broeger had made the preparations some time before. The
instruments, the towels, breathing apparatus, and many other tools and
supplies had all sat by silently for weeks, waiting to be called upon.
Werner and the doctor extracted the subject from the glass vat with
the wooden gibbet they had built for just that purpose. It was a
frightening thrill to finally hear the hiss of the black rubber seal
breaking on the top of the tank, see the girl rise from the oily
liquid, pale, limp, and slick.

She began to cough almost immediately, gasping for her first precious
breaths of air in the dank dungeon-like laboratory of the Broeger
mansion, lighted by gaslight and the new electric lamps. The air was
crackling with excitement as the two scientists laid her out on the
table on her side, heaving, gasping. She even cried, though not like
an infant, nor quite like a woman, but a desperate, plaintive cry like
an animal. Doctor Broeger was pleased, though, and slapped her smartly
on the naked bottom as any doctor would a newborn. But this newborn
stiffened suddenly and opened her eyes wide and astonished, staring
Werner full in the face, and then doubled up in a thick, wailing sob.
The doctor only chuckled and attended to his instruments.

Werner busied himself with the towels, wiping her down, drying her
body. It was stunning. She would be tall, for certain, and not at all
plump or soft like a baby. She was thin and firm, almost muscular. Her
skin was gray and flat, though flushed pink with effort in the face.
Her legs, her bottom, her flat belly, her breasts, were everything a
male could desire in a fully-grown woman; a picture of perfection; a
masterpiece of natural science. Werner rubbed her all over, marveling
at her smooth, firm flesh and trying at once to comfort her as well as
clean her. But the doctor hacked the umbilical cord with a hatchet and
tied it off like a butcher might, and the girl collapsed into pitiful
sobs and wails.



In the days that followed, the girl, whom the doctor named Ava, began
to develop in her mind as well as her body. Although her physique was
something like that of a newborn foal at first, frail and wobbly, it
developed quickly. Her complexion barely gained any more of a natural
pinkness, but her body filled out to a more natural womanly proportion
in less than a month, particularly after she began to eat solid food.

Ava learned to speak with even more startling rapidity. It was no
surprise to Doctor Broeger; he understood the astounding human
capacity for language as well as any linguist and reasoned that a
child must first develop in its ears and throat before it is properly
prepared to learn speech, but Ava sprang fully-grown from the
gestation tank and so could learn her first word within days: "milk."

Tall and lean Ava possessed a strange and otherworldly grace of
movement. They dressed her by necessity in such flimsy garments as a
simple cotton shift and leather slippers. But these revealed, and
sometimes even exposed to view, the sort of womanly assets that
corsets and bustles were designed to conceal even as they accentuated.
She was truly a lovely creature walking barefoot in the grass, hem
carelessly raised up well over her thighs, full breasts swaying
beneath the fabric. It was, to the female servants of the household,
utterly indecent.

In fact, the girl was so lovely that the doctor and Werner agreed that
she should not be exposed to the male servants of the estate for a
time. The housekeeper and cook would help her somewhat in learning the
ways of a woman's body, but even their contact would be minimal, since
they were rather frightened of her and struck her when she soiled
herself. Indeed, the housekeeper fled in panic, never to return, when
the girl shoved her firmly against a wall after a physical reprimand.
 From then on, it was mainly Werner who schooled her.

Werner took much time away from his sweetheart Margaretta to spend
with Ava. One day, while they sat under a tree on the hill that
overlooked the lake, Ava showed her true development. She played with
Werner's cap and jacket, even trying them on herself for a moment and
mocking him. Then she tried to take off his shirt. "No, Ava, leave
it," he told her firmly. Failing that, she rose up on her knees and
pulled off her own dress; it instantly took his breath away. Her
breasts were firm, with long, hard nipples; her pubic thatch was
trimmed a little from its natural wildness. "Ava, put your frock back
on," he said.

"Take yours off," she said playfully. Then she pointed to his chin.
"This is your chin," she said.

"Yes. Now put on your frock."

"This is your heart," she went on, rocking slightly on her heels. He
reached for her little dress, and she pointed to his groin. "This,"
she gravely, "this is your pintle." She pressed a groping hand into
his groin and felt the bulge of his manhood there.

"Ava!" he exclaimed. "Where did you hear that? Who taught you?"

"Show me your pintle," she said, and suddenly pulled open his
trousers, exposing his undershorts, which seemed to puzzle her. "Where
is it?"

"Ava, stop!" the young man demanded. But the girl reached through his
fly and took hold of the flesh of his member with a delighted gasp.

"Ah! It's like a sausage!" she gushed. Werner pushed her hand away and
tried to pull her dress back down over her head. But even as he did,
the curious girl pulled his meaty penis out again and fondled it
eagerly. "Ahh! That's what boys have," she murmured. Werner was
shocked, but unmistakably aroused. The naked girl was pulling at his
hardening manhood and causing him great distress.

"Please put this on, Ava. You must!" he commanded. At last, he got the
dress over her head and down her shoulders, but the girl would have
none of it. She brushed the flimsy shift off with a wave of her hand
and pushed Werner down in the grass.

"Show me what boys do," she pleaded. Then she pulled Werner's trousers
down firmly. She was astonishingly strong, he realized, and could
easily push his hands away, but she was clumsy about her desire and
witless about how exactly to satisfy it. Werner's prick stood out hard
and red against his belly, and the nude girl rubbed its length, but
more as a curiosity than as a sexual favor.

"Stop," Werner commanded, and shoved her firmly away. She tumbled back
on her bottom and slumped against a tree, black tresses in disarray,
bosom heaving, legs spread shamelessly. "You mustn't ever do that," he
scolded, pulling up his trousers. She sat there silently and covered
her womanhood with one hand. "You must not push people and tear at
their clothes, Ava. It isn't polite."

The naked girl sat there, sucking her bottom lip, and gently stroked
her moist little slit. "I only want to learn," she said bitterly.

"That isn't for you to learn. Not yet," he said. He tossed her shift
at her and walked away over the hill, toward the house.

Ava scowled angrily and glared after him. A pigeon scurried around the
base of the tree, hungry for a seed or tender sprig. With uncanny
quickness, Ava snatched the fat bird up and held it for a moment
tightly in her fist.

Then, with absolute deliberation, she twisted its small head full
around and wrung its neck.



Several weeks later, Werner graduated from the university with a
scientific degree that would allow him to take a job as a chemist,
making and dispensing pills. He made plans also to marry his
sweetheart Margaretta Ulmstodt, a kindly girl of twenty and the
daughter of a cabinet-maker.

As a matter of course, Werner introduced her to Ava, as they sometimes
did to "outsiders," as the doctor's mentally deficient niece. Ava had
made progress--indeed, she often seemed quite grown up--but now she
was as giddy as a schoolgirl. She was not invited to the wedding for
fear of misbehavior, but she was desperate for information about
weddings and marriages and parties. To placate her, the doctor,
Werner, Margaretta, and the cook held a party for Ava, in which she
got a cake and gifts: stockings (which she did not like), an entire
reel of yellow ribbon (for which she was ecstatic), and a picture book
of travel (which made her demand a ride on a train).



Afterward, in a secluded spot by the lake, Margaretta remarked how
awfully strange it was to meet a girl who, by all appearances, was
nearly the same age as she and yet who's behavior and knowledge
clearly made her a child. Werner replied casually that she was showing
improvement under the doctor's care. He was less casual when his
fiancee noted the particular beauty of the girl--despite the unhealthy
gray cast to her skin. Werner pulled her close and kissed her gently.
"You are the only woman I have eyes for," he said.

"Thank you, darling," she said, "but that's not at all what I meant."
She picked at the summer grass beside their blanket. "I'm not jealous
of her," she teased.

"Of course not," Werner said. He played with the ribbons on the front
of her dress. "You have nothing to be jealous of. You are the most
beautiful and the most intelligent and the most genuine woman in the
world."

She leaned over him, very close. "Werner, you are a darling." She
kissed him softly. Her lips were soft and moist. "This is a very
romantic spot," she said. "I think you've brought me here to seduce
me."

He brushed back her hair and kissed her neck. "If only I could," he
said. "But you are far too clever and virtuous to be seduced." She
closed her eyes to savor his warm lips on her bare skin; she sighed
softly and ran her fingers through his close-cropped hair.

"But I am not so clever as you, I think, and awfully girlish about
romantic things." He pulled the ribbons of her bodice and spread the
fabric back. She caught her breath and held him close.

"I love you with all my heart, Margaretta. I never want us to be
apart."

"Oh Werner!" she breathed. And there was no more to be said. She lay
back and took his kiss even as he unlaced her dress completely and
opened it to free her breasts, a delicious creamy pink.

His shirt came off and fell away in the summer grass. For the first
time, Margaretta felt his young and manly chest, sprinkled with dark
curly hairs. Werner helped her shuffle out of her dress and roll her
stockings down over her soft, womanly thighs and calves. He let them
flutter in the breeze for a moment and let them go to catch in the
taller grass. Margaretta pulled him down to her and covered him with
kisses. It was cool, and her nipples stood out hard and ripe. Werner
suckled them like a baby and marveled at the suppleness of her
breasts.

He removed his shoes and socks and laid them aside, then returned to
kissing and fondling his bare-breasted lover, warming her with passion
and bold caresses of her thighs. She breathed heavily and returned the
gesture, groping his hardened manhood through his trousers.

At last, together, they pushed his trousers and undershorts down and
left him naked and exposed beside her. Margaretta shamelessly explored
him, feeling his flat stomach, his muscled buttocks, and--at
last--massaging his aching stem. Werner removed his sweetheart's
garter belt and pulled down her silk and lace drawers down laid them
aside, at last gazing upon her in her absolute natural state, naked
and pale pink from nose to toes. Her thick bush invited his exploring
hand, her heaving bosom his lips. They embraced as lovers and came
together as one.

Margaretta spread her thighs and urged Werner to mount her, which he
did with a natural grace. Although both lacked experience, their
enthusiasm showed the way to bliss. He pressed his hard, red prick
against her cunny lips and pushed gently, invading the moist channel
slowly and easily. She held him back, pushing on his chest, desperate
for a moment's breath, and then pulled him slowly into her tearing her
hymen with an eager groan. Werner pulled back and pushed again,
desperate for release but intent on pleasing Margaretta also. She took
him all the way in, her cunny tight and wet, squeezing him and
releasing him over and over.

After only a few slow strokes, he groaned and lost control, squirting
hotly inside her. But so eager was he to have her that he pressed on,
unflagging, rigid and resolute. "Oh!" cried Margaretta, and squeezed
his buttocks, pulled him harder into her. Werner thrust heavily,
inspired by her groans, which became gradually more urgent. "Yes! Oh!
Oh, yes! It's long and thick inside me, darling! Oh, it's wonderful!"

Werner pounded against her, scrotum slapping, arms aching from holding
himself above her. At last she have a heavy gasp and sighed, "Oh! Oh,
Werner! It's-- It's wonderful!" And she pulled him down to her and
held him tightly, clutching his back and buttocks with all her might.

Above them on the hill, in the shadow of the majestic firs that
overlooked the lake, sat Ava, glaring from under her eyebrows, clawing
at her delicate frock in frustration, bare legs spread in lewd
imitation of the girl taking Werner's love inside her.



That night, Broeger called Werner to the laboratory. The tables and
equipment were in disarray, and a large flask lay shattered on the
stone floor. "I am concerned about my experiment," Broeger said
confidentially. "Ava has been very troubled lately, and withdrawn. I
thought it was a lack of attention; you know how she craves it." The
student nodded gravely. "But the party seemed to help--until now." He
looked around. "I was afraid she might become violent, and now she
has."

"What happened?" Werner asked.

"Ava returned from a walk in the garden distracted. She wouldn't
answer questions and refused even to respond except to ask what
happens when a person dies." Werner gasped. "I tried to question her
further, but she lashed out and knocked over these things and smashed
equipment. I am afraid she exhibits the classic symptoms of insanity:
the disconnectedness, the fixations, the tendency toward violence."

Werner thought of the great strength the girl had displayed before,
when she groped him. "What can we do?"

"I am afraid that nothing will help," Broeger said, "but there is a
chance...." Werner leaned close. "I have seen the application of
electricity to the temples of a patient--electricity, you know, can be
very therapeutic. If we apply this electroshock, it may enable her
brain to function more normally."

Werner turned away, speechless. The great glass vat where Ava was
grown loomed over them, silent and dark.



"Ava, my beautiful girl! There you are!" She looked up at Werner from
the floor of the shattered ruins of a chamber she sat in. She had torn
it to pieces. Her hair was disheveled; her little frock torn and
revealing. "But you have broken some of your things! Look at you. Are
you unhappy my dear?" The gray-skinned girl said nothing, but only
glared at him from under her brow like a wolf. "What is it? Come,
come." His stomach turned in knots.

When still she said nothing, Werner left her, intending to return
after a moment, but found that she was following him. His heart
suddenly pounded as he felt her presence behind him, stalking him. He
went quickly toward the stairs to the laboratory underground. "Ah," he
said, turning suddenly with an artificial smile, "I...have something
for you." And he went down the stairs.

Evening had fallen, and no light filtered through the small windows to
the lab, but the great room was nevertheless lighted by the eerie glow
of gaslight and electric lamps. Broeger had finished setting the table
up. Electrodes were attached to wooden paddles that he could hold,
adapted from some other purpose. The electrodes stretched by coils of
insulated wire to the generating machinery, which even now hummed
ominously and lighted the room with glowing gauges and stray sparks.

Ava saw immediately that there would be no party and no gifts. She did
not often venture into the laboratory of her birth, and tonight it was
no more inviting. But it did not matter. As soon as she stepped off
the last stair, the doctor rushed her with a broad leather strap.
"Help me get her to the table!" he shouted.

Werner leaped to aid him. "No!" the girl screamed. "No! What are you
doing?!" But it was too late. The two men wrapped the strap around her
arms, pinning them to her side. They wrestled her onto the wooden
table and held her there, tearing her ragged clothes further as they
lashed the strap in place. Ava kicked with her legs and gnashed her
teeth, but Werner held firm. She was immensely strong, he found--even
more than he had noted before--and it took all of his strength and
weight--and part of the doctor's--to confine her.

"Hold her legs; I don't have another strap here," Broeger said. And
Werner did. But he had to apply his full weight to keep them from
kicking him off. She squealed and howled, but the two men were grim in
their work. The doctor jammed a cloth in her mouth to keep her from
biting her tongue. Werner prepared to step away to avoid a shock
himself.

ZZZAT! ZAT! The heavy electrodes pressed against her temples sent a
storm of electrical energy through the girl's brain. Her half-naked
body lurched and kicked, shuddering involuntarily in rhythm with the
generator's throbbing whirl. The doctor stepped away and waited for
the convulsions to subside. Ava's eyes snapped open suddenly, and she
thrashed to and fro in her bonds. "Hold her!" the doctor commanded.

Werner threw himself on the girl, dragged her toward him so that her
legs dangled, and held her down firmly. As the doctor applied the
electrodes again, the student was suddenly acutely aware that his
bulging groin was pinned against Ava's exposed pelvis. The electricity
courses through her body, into his arms and groin, and instantly
raised his penis to a full and throbbing erection.

Ava groaned heavily and flopped upon the table, eyes rolled back,
tongue lolling, but then--slowly--she came out of it. Her eyes focused
on him, her bosom heaved with breath, her dress torn, her breasts
exposed. The doctor stepped away to watch the reaction, but Ava locked
her legs around Werner's and held him firm against her, sex to sex.
She ground her hips against him lewdly and breathed, "Oh, darling....
Oh, yes...."

"Hold her if you can!" The doctor stepped forward then applied another
heavy dose of raw energy to the girl's brain. The room dimmed as she
convulsed and stiffened. The shock passed to Werner and wracked his
balls with spasm after spasm. His prick throbbed heavily in his
trousers and spurted jism all over himself. Ava convulsed again, and
howled out in orgiastic rapture, "It's wonderful!"



Later, Doctor Broeger went to check on Ava, strapped heavily to a bed
in a little side chamber off the lab. He found the door open and the
bed, to his astonishment, half disassembled and in ruins on the floor.
He called out for Werner immediately.

They searched the house and grounds, calling the cook, the gardener,
coachmen, and other servants out of their beds, but found nothing. Ava
had escaped into the night. Near dawn, Werner returned to the lab,
bleary-eyed and worn. The doctor was not about. But Ava was here,
sitting on the heavy table.

"Werner, darling," she said thickly. She was still half naked in her
tattered shift, her big breasts and lean thighs exposed.

"Ava? Where have you been? We have been very worried. The doctor-- The
doctor says you must rest. Your treatment was... very tiring."

Ava smirked. "I am not tired, darling. I have been busy... preparing
for our wedding."

Werner stopped. "What are you talking about?"

"We are lovers now, Werner darling," the girl said. "We will get
married and go away on a train for a honeymoon."

Werner set his jaw. "Don't be ridiculous. I am marrying Margaretta,
Ava. You know that."

"I have taken care of her." With a languid flick of her wrist, Ava
activated the equipment, and the huge glass tank that had been her
womb lit up with its hellish green glow. Floating in it, head first,
was the pale and lifeless body of Margaretta Ulmstodt.

"No! NO!" screamed Werner. He slapped the tank in disbelieving anger.
Those lovely eyes bulged morbidly; the tongue protruded between the
teeth. Werner turned and found a metal pipe on the floor and wielded
it like a club. "You fool! You mindless little fool! Look what you've
done!" He smashed the table where she had sat; he smashed the beakers
and equipment that sat nearby. Shattered glass showered her, but Ava
dodged and leaped behind the gestation tank.

"Stop!" she cried. "You must love me now!"

Werner found her brandishing a chair to fend him off. He struck and
struck again, thwarted by the heavy wooden chair. Ava jabbed it at him
as easily as if it were a stick of wood. They fought for only a moment
before footsteps rang out from the stairs. "Werner! My God!"

"I have her!" the young man shouted. "Come help me!" But Ava shoved
the chair at him and knocked him to the floor. She rushed past and out
the far door that led up to the carriage house. But Werner only lay on
the floor, holding his check and suddenly bursting out in a pitiful
sob. "Doctor, she is dead! Margaretta is dead! That hideous little
monster has murdered her!"



That day, without sleep and with barely a bite to eat, the two men
tracked Broeger's monster along the road toward the ruins of Ostworm
Castle. They found her near dusk, climbing the slope toward the broken
curtain wall. "Ava!" Werner called angrily, still brandishing his
length of metal pipe.

She shot a look down on them, a twisted mask of fear and anger, and
went back to climbing. She was lithe and strong, climbing like an
animal. In a moment, she was on the top of the wall, even as Broeger
started up the slope himself. But Ava lifted a fallen stone and heaved
it over the side at them. "Look out!" Werner called. The heavy chunk
of rock narrowly missed the doctor and bounced off the rocky slope
toward the younger man.

Broeger gestured to him. "Go around the side. There is another way up.
I will keep her distracted."

Werner found place around the side where more stones had fallen away
and left a pathway up through the breach. There, Werner circled around
behind the woman and found her heaving another stone down upon the
doctor. Her dress was nearly torn away, exposing both her shapely
breasts and the curve of her naked thigh down to her bare feet. "Ava!"
he cried. She turned and snatched up a small stone to throw at him. It
came dangerously close to his head, but the young man threw himself
against the wall to avoid it.

"Werner!" he heard the doctor call out from below. "I am injured! My
leg!" The young man advanced on Ava with his cudgel held high.

"Stop!" the girl cried. "You cannot kill me! You must love me!"

"Never!" Werner growled. "You are an experiment. And you have failed."
He struck at her solidly, but she took the blow on her forearm. She
hit him in the collarbone with a stone and shoved him back. Then she
turned to the loose masonry of the merlon next to her.

"Don't move!" she said to Werner. He weighed the danger in his mind
and opted for the risk. He rushed her, but she already was shoving
hard at the weak stones. The battlement gave only a little before Ava
dashed back and let Werner's blow crash against it harmlessly.

But then the tall young woman rushed him and shoved Werner hard
against the merlon. He felt it give way and called out, "Doctor! Run!"
But it was too late. The only reply was the scientist's chilling
scream as the rocks came raining down on him like Hell's own hail.
"You wicked beast!" Werner spat, and lunged at Ava with the length of
pipe. She took the blow again and grabbed it firmly, struggling,
wrestling with him, falling to the ground with him.

Werner tried to wrench the club away from her, but Ava heaved at the
same time, and the pipe went clattering into the rubble. Instantly,
his hands fell upon her throat, and they fought hand to hand. She was
immensely strong, but she could not break his enraged grasp. Her
breasts heaved, nipples hard and erect, her lithe legs twisted and
flailed. The young man kept the pressure, even as her strong fingers
pried at his grip. Her gray face went red to match his.

Feeling the hot flesh of this nearly-naked Amazon under him, Werner
found his penis stiffening in his trousers. She writhed and bucked,
her groin grinding against his as it had before, during the shock
therapy. It unnerved him so that his grip failed, and Ava threw him
off, into the gravel.

"I'll murder you," she fumed. "I'll scratch out your eyes!" And she
pounced on him, straddling him like a lover, clutching at his throat.
Werner fought back, barely holding her off, wild-eyed and terrified.
His erection was a thick prod, rubbing against her exposed sex through
his pants. He was confounded by the terrifying thrill.

Werner rolled her off him and against a rock, but Ava leaped away and
went back to the wall, where loose stones could be found. Werner
rushed her without thinking, and nearly paid for it by pitching to the
rocky slope below. But he caught himself and grabbed at her, fired by
the thrill now, and mounted her roughly. The beautiful double
murderess struggled, scratched, and kicked, but his hands found her
throat again.

There, half-leaning over the wall, battered and bruised, Ava fought
for her final breaths. Werner's thick manhood throbbed heavily as he
strangled her. She reached down with one hand and pulled open his
trousers, snapping off the buttons, and exposing his thrusting cock
immediately through the fly of his shorts. Her legs wrapped around
his, her pelvis arching to meet his, her sex wet and eager, even in
the grip of danger. They struggled at her throat even as his prick
entered her. An eerie grin contorted her face, a wickedly leer of lust
and zeal. But the same leer contorted the face of Werner, the
wild-eyed stare of an animal, and he pounded Ava's tender cunny and
watched her big breasts shake.

Her eyes rolled back into her head as they had on the shock table, her
body arched over the jagged stone wall, bucking against him in
orgasmic pleasure even as she breathed her last. Werner thrust against
her, shoving his meaty prick deep inside her struggling frame. "Take
it!" he growled. "This is what you wanted! Now take it!"

Ava groaned and gurgled, red and sweating. Her eyes popped; her tongue
protruded, and still Werner strangled her, the tortured look of his
true love's cadaver fresh in his mind's eye. His blood boiled, and his
balls constricted, pumping hot semen through his cock and into her
womb as the girl under him shuddered and writhed. And still he
pressed, until at last, her struggles and her death throes both
subsided, and her body fell limp and lifeless against the stony ruins.

Utterly spent, Werner rose up and backed away; he stood over Ava's
twisted corpse for a moment and then crashed against the upright
remainder of the battlement, panting and coughing and wiping his
forehead.

"Oh! Preserve us!" A peasant woman pointed a long, bony finger toward
him from the road below. "Murderer! That man is a murderer! He's
murdered a woman!" The men behind her with the cart rushed for a
better look. Werner stood stunned--disheveled and wild, trousers torn
and dirty--over the lifeless body of Ava, naked and despoiled.

"No!" he cried. "No!"



They chased Werner and beat him. The men dragged him to a tree, where
they bound his hands behind his back and slipped a knotted rope around
his neck. They pulled it tight and raised him off the ground with
their own hands. Werner stared bug-eyed at the castle wall where Ava's
corpse still lay exposed in the last light of the setting sun. His
throat constricted, white spots popping in his vision, his lungs
burning for air, and felt the darkness roll over him like a funeral
shroud.


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