Horror Woods, Chapter 5
by ShinwaNoTanuki (aka Jake Baker)

"Go, run!" the masked killer screams, "I’m letting you go. Run free
little cuntlets!"

But Brandi could only kneel there, sobbing in horror at what has been
done to her, her mind blasted and crushed. Jeanine tries to drag her
down the path, but Brandi can only take a few stumbling steps before
collapsing to the ground, sobbing in pain and humiliation.

"C’mon, Brandi, get up, PLEASE!" whines Jeanine as she sees the killer
walking toward them again.

"Well, too bad, little cuntlets. Looks like I’ve gone and changed my
mind. I’m not letting you go. I think I’m gonna rape and torture you
some more, and then I’m gonna kill you and string you up on a tree?
How’s that sound, sweeties?"

Jeanine screams and turns to run, but the madman is too quick, and as
he snatches one of her braids in a meaty fist, the schoolgirl’s
momentum twists her around in the air as her feet leave the ground.
She claws with her fingernails at the glove, but his grip is vice-like
and unbreakable. Laughing, he scoops up her weakened sister with his
other arm and drags/carries them through the woods and up on top of a
hill. There, he drops Brandi to the ground where she shivers and
blubbers and moans, and he picks up Jeanine by her shoulders. The girl
squeals and kicks at him before she is slammed against a tree. Jeanine
caterwauls. The madman pulls her up to his face and screams at her
before slamming her into the tree again. Again she screams. SHUT UP
YOU FILTHY MEAT BAG! He degrades her, smashing her into the tree for a
third time. This time, the girl is dazzed and can only woof as her
breath is forced from her lungs. The madman drops the fourteen year
old to the ground, and kneels on her chest, ripping off her clothes in
a flurry of violence. He gets off of her now that she is naked except
for her sneakers, and the sobbing girl stands up, huddling her arms
around her exposed breasts. The madman laughs at her, "That’s right,
littlest cuntlet. You can take a lot more. But don’t worry – your
small tits can’t take as much torture as your sister’s manbaiting
charms."

Then, violently, he jabs the little naked girl in the face. She
squeals and raises her arms to defend from another blow, and the
madman steps in, crouches down, and delivers a vicious knuckle into
her kidneys. Squealing and begging him to stop, the little girl curls
up on herself, but the beating continues. Slam, kick, punch into the
girl flesh, the sound of leather abusing girl flesh loud in the
otherwise eerily silent clearing.

The madman is just beginning to enjoy himself, his muscles warming up
from the savage beating he is giving this poor child, when something
grabs him from behind. The madman swirls and swings his arm, but
Brandi has wrapped her arms about his neck and is holding on to dear
life. "I’m going to kill you!" She screams hoarsely, "I’m going to
kill you for hurting my sister!" she sounds vicious, like an animal.

But all her sound and fury mean nothing, and the madman just elbows
her off of him and she stumbles and collapses to the ground. "Good,"
he says, panting a little, smiling broadly, "I see you’re still with
me. That means it’s pain time for your fun-bags again!"

The sisters are too exhausted from their savage mistreatment to resist
as he stands them back to back and then has them walk a few paces
apart so that he will have access to their backsides. He wraps more
rope around two very large rocks which must weight forty pounds each.
The other end of each rope is tied into a noose. He hands one rock to
cute little Jeanine and tells her to hold it at head height. Then he
swings the rope around a branch and leads it back to her sister
Brandi, and loosely puts the noose around Brandi’s neck. Then the
other stone goes into Brandi’s hands, and the connected noose around
Jeanine’s soft neck.

"Now, see, it’s easy, bitches. You and only you are responsible for
you own fates. If either of you drop your rock, your sister will be
strangled to death. And when she dies, she’ll drop her rock, and
you’ll strangle to death to. And I’ll get to enjoy it all!"

The girls blanche. They both knew they can only hold the rocks up so
long. And with no other bonds or threats, the madman has them
perfectly at his mercy – neither could move or struggle without
killing the other, and hence herself.

"Now, here’s the kicker. I’m going to torture you. Horribly. Your
little minds can’t even conceive of how I’m going to hurt you. And if
you don’t drop your rocks, when I’m tired of torturing you, then I’ll
let you go."

The sisters have no idea if the madman is telling the truth. But it
doesn’t matter. They really have no choice in the matter.

The madman makes a big show of deciding who to torture first. He
finally settles on the mostly untouched younger sister, Jeanine. He
cuts a switch from the same tree they are hanging from, and quickly
denudes it of bark. Then he lays into the younger girl, first on the
backs of her thighs and working his way upwards to her ass, two
strokes on her ass, then three more to her thighs, four to the ass,
isn’t it cute the way the girl is crying now, the way her trembling
arms hold the heavy stone up above her head, three hard on her lower
back, two more on her thighs, two ass, two back, and now onto her
exposed sides, she can’t even lower her arms to protect herself,
swish! Now into her belly, then back to her thighs and asscheeks,
sides, belly up and WAM WAM WAM onto her small perky adolescent tits.
The girl caterwauls at her mistreatment, but amazingly, does not drop
the rock.

He decides to rest his swinging arm for a bit, and goes over to the
older sister, the one with the huge yams. "Your tits haven’t been hurt
enough today, cuntlet," he screams at her, "Let me rectify that!"
slowly, carefully, sadistically, he goes around each of her tits, and
pokes open the nail holes again until they are all bleeding profusely.
Then he takes a cigarette lighter and says, "let me cauterize that for
you." One by one, he holds the blue flame of the lighter to Brandi’s
abused tits, burning the fourteen holes over. Brandi is screaming, of
course. Each time the killer hurts her tits, she thinks she can’t
possible take any more pain from them, but she does.

Finished, he tells her, "I’m not done with your mams yet, cunt, so
don’t drop that rock!" He walks back to the younger girl. He can tell
she is having problems holding up the rock, pretty much doing so only
by will alone. He stands behind her and takes one of her long braids.
"Wh-what are you g-going to do?" asks the fourteen year old,
shuddering. "I’m just going to make your hair look a little prettier,"
he says, teasingly.

To the end of each braid he ties an eye-hook. Then he pulls back her
head until it can’t go back any further, and she is staring up at him,
tears running down her face. "It’s nothing to worry yourself about,"
he taunts her, "It’ll be over soon... one way or another... hahaha!"
he runs his hands down her face and smooth neck, his hands are so big
he could smother her with just one. Now her braids, complete with eye-
hooks, are dangling behind her back. "I like your head like that.
Here, let me help you maintain that position." He takes two two-pound
weights, each with its own hook on top and bottom, and hooks them onto
the loops, and lets them drop. Jeanine moans, "It’s hurting my hair!"

"Yup, that’s right, little cuntlet, and it’ll hurt even more." Pair by
pair, he places three pound weights suspended from the two-pound
weights, then a pair of four pounders, five pounders, until Jeanine’s
pretty head is forced backward by twenty-eight pounds of weight
suspended from her braids, almost but not quite enough to rip the
braids out themselves.

The madman walks back to Brandi. "I bet you never imagined before
today that your tits could feel such pain. Don’t worry, whore child,
they’ll feel even worse before I slaughter you…" Brandi’s yams are
helpless below her arms, trembling to hold up the heavy rock. The
madman walks up behind her, spreads her asscheeks, and rapes her
asshole again. He reaches around and clamps his hands on her tits,
using them as handles to yank himself in and out of her.
Incomprehensibly, the slut still believes she can reason her way of
out this situation, and she begs him, "Please stop! Oh god, the pain
in my tits! My ass burns. For the love of God, please stop stop! I’m
going to drop the rock!"

The madman laughs in her ear, licking her cheek. She can feel his hot
breath on her face as he violates her asshole, "That’s none of my
concern, whore. You want to kill your sister, go ahead and be a
murdering slut. And it ain’t God that I love…"

He grabs both of her crushed nipples in a tight grasp and stretches
them away from her body. The nineteen year old shrieks horribly, but
the madman just smiles as her anal muscles contract around his
manhood, trying to squeeze him out.

Pulling out suddenly, he walks his rage and hate back to the fourteen
year old sister. Her head is still forced backwards by the weights in
her hair, and he looks down on her, "you know what, bitchlet? I just
had a clever thought. Even though your boobs are only about a C-cup
now, in a couple of years, they’ll be big double-D’s like your
sisters. I need to torture them in revenge for all those men who would
have been tempted to think evil things by them, if of course you don’t
end up a pretty little splatter of gore on the ground."

Jeanine’s little c-cup titties are sticking out proudly from her
chest, only a little bruised from their recent beating. Jeanine begs
him not to hurt her tits, making the madman laugh. Really, these
fucktoys can be so funny, with their belief that their opinions
matter.

"I can tell that your arms are getting tired, Jeanine, and I don’t
want you killing your sister before I get to torture her yams again.
So, I’ll make you a deal. I’m going to stick some nails into your tits
– you remember, like you did to your sister? – and with each nail I’m
going to ask you one question. If you answer ten questions – five
nails in each itty-bitty titty – I’ll let you rest your arms for a
bit. Deal?"

The madman takes her groan to be a ‘yes’, and kneels in front of her
with a fistful of nails. "Now, no being a bad girl and screaming.",
the madman is talking down to her, like one might talk down to a small
child, "A scream tells Mr. Serial Killer that you are a bad fucktoy,
and bad fucktoys get twenty needles and no rest for their arms."

The madman places the first nail on the side of her left tit, pushing
it so it dimples, but does not break, the skin, and asks the fourteen
year old, "Have you ever been kissed. By a boy, I mean."

"Y-yes, please don’t do… AAIIGGHH!!!" the madman pushes the needle
savagely into her small tit, watching it sink into her flesh slowly
until it had all but disappeared. BAD FUCKTOY! He screamed at her,
slapping her face, DON’T TALK BACK. AN EXTRA NAIL FOR TALKING BACK!

Jeanine fell silent, and the madman placed a second needle and inch
above the first, still at the base of her tit. "What was the boy’s
name?"

"Bobby."

BOBBY WHAT?

"Bobby Baker," Jeanine sobbed as the madman slowly pushes in the nail,
entirely absorbed in the naked iron piercing into the soft warm
titflesh. "Listen up, bitch. You will call him "Mr. Baker" from now
on. He’s a man, and deserving of respect. You’re just a juvenile pig,"

The second needle was now fully pushes into Jeanine’s adolescent tits.
The questions came more rapidly, "Did you offer to fuck Mr. Baker?"
(No.) "Why not?" (I-I-I don’t d-do…) "Do what?" (PLEASE! I’m not a
whore.) Tears of pain and humiliation are running like rivers down
Jeanine’s pretty face.

Five nails were now studded into Jeanine’s left tittie in a spiral
from her outer tit flesh in towards the nipple. Jeanine felt each of
them like she had never felt anything before; they burned each inch of
her they penetrated. Jeanine thought her left boob was on fire.

"Dear me!" laughs the madman, "I almost forgot to decorate your
nipple! We can’t have that – you might think I don’t really hate you!
And as a favor to you, there’s no question!"

Jeanine screams, howling at the uncaring, happy blue sky as the madman
tugs her nipple hard and slowly inserts the nail into the very tip of
it, pulling it out a little and reinserting it several times. The
fourteen year old girl’s wails of agony as he destroys her tit simply
served to make his dick hard. The girls arm quiver with the weight of
the rock adding to the agony of her body, and she almost drops it
twice.

The next five nails go into her right boob, and the madman didn’t
forget her other nipple this time. He asked about what she wanted to
be when she grew up ("Not that I’m going to let a succulent piece of
fuck-flesh like you live to see the next hour.") She said she wanted
to be a doctor or a lawyer. He asked what she liked to do when she
wasn’t in school. Running or hiking, she said. ("Ah yes, hiking! Such
an excellent recreation! I’m going to have to remember to do this more
often.")

It was as the madman was re-driving the nail into her right nipple for
a third time that Jeanine lost control of herself and dropped her
rock. The madman steps back quickly, looking over to see Brandi
holding her rock to her chest as the noose pulls her upwards, her face
becoming red then purple as she strangles.

YOU WHORE! He screams at Jeanine, I TOLD YOU NOT THE DROP THAT FUCKING
ROCK! Her head still craned backwards because of all the weight, he
opens her mouth with his hand and shoves his huge schlong all the way
down her throat, choking her. Jeanine breathes desperately through her
nose. The madman reaches down and gives each of her C-cup titties a
good SQUEAZE! The little girl erupts in agony around his dick. The
madman pulls out the nails from her tits one by one, jabbing each one
back in at a different location.

In the meanwhile, Brandi strangles to death, twisting on the rope. She
fights to hold onto the rock, holding it close to her as her young
face turns beat red. The madman angles himself so her can rape
Jeanine’s throat while watching Brandi die. But he sees her large,
abused tits wobbling like jello in the cool air of the forest, and he
suddenly realizes that he has to hurt them, just one more time. He
yanks his dick out of Jeanine’s juvenile throat, and slams the rock
back into her chest, wrapping her arms around it. "Don’t let go of it
this time, bitch. Just a little more, and I’ll let you go."

He goes back to Brandi, whistling to himself with the thought of more
tit torture. This time, the madman realizes that he has not yet has
enough taste of her succulent boobies, and he licks them and nibbles
them, the taste of her blood sending thrills through him. He takes
little nips of her tits as he does so, and then he sucks in as much of
her nipples and areola as he can, and bites down on them. The second
time he does this Brandi screams shrilly and drops her rock. Jeanine
is lifted off her feet by the weight on her neck, but hugs her own
rock close to her as she strangles on the tree, loudly choking.

The madman stands up and spits in Brandi’s face, "MY GOD, bitch, you
can’t even take a little licking on your tits? Well, I’ll tell you
what, whore, I ain’t done with you by a long shot, so just watch
this!"

He walks over to the strangling fourteen year old bitch and grabs her
around her chest, helping to hold her sisters death-rock there. With
the other hand he spreads her legs and cunt lips and jams his hard
prick into her cunt sheath, ripping away her virginity as she dies. He
fucks her hard, turning around so that Brandi has a good view as he
rapes her dying sister. He throws the weights off of Jeanine’s braids,
but then wraps a braid around and around in his fist, and yanks and
yanks until the whole rope of hair comes out in a bloody tangle in his
hand. He does the same to the matching braid of the dying teenager as
her body shudders in death and pain around his dick.

As Jeanine dies, he takes a razor blade and slices her open from neck
to cunt, and then flings her bowls and entrails all over the trees,
like a Mardi Gras candy thrower. As a final act of depravity, he
smashes the little girl’s body against a tree and hammers spikes
through her back into the intestine-draped tree.

Then he pulls his dick out of the fourteen year old corpse, and cuts
Brandi’s death-rock from her rope. But then he pulls on the rope,
using it as a leash to drag the screaming, burbling Brandi away from
the scene of carnage and death.

He stops and pushes Brandi to her knees. He ropes her hands to the
noose so she can’t protect herself, and then he lashes and lashes her
tits again, laughing joyously. A stranger in the woods who heard only
that laughter and knew not its source would think, "Now, here’s a
person with no cares in the world, who is in love with life itself."

Ten strokes with the wire whip to each fat mam, and then he changes to
the switch for a few strokes. Brandi is begging and pleading with him
to stop, but he just laughs at her stupidity. He pushes her face-down
into the dirt, ass high in the air, like she was when he fucked her
ass. He has the switch in one hand and the wire whip in the other; he
lays pain down on the girl’s tender rump, making cross-hatch patterns,
the switch leaving fatter, shallower lines cross with the thin, deep
cuts of the wire whip.

ON YOUR KNEES BITCH! He screams at her, yanking on her hair with
sudden violence. I DON’T KNOW WHAT IT IS ABOUT YOUR TITS, BUT I JUST
LOVE HURTING THEM!

He whips her tits hard, first lashing out with the wire whip, then
with the switch. Whenever Brandi falls down, he just yanks her to her
knees again. It’s a sight to warm the cockles of a serial killers
heart – a naked, bound up coed, her hand tied behind her neck, elbows
splayed, kneeling in front of a hulking monstrosity of a man – on her
knees, her face is barely level with his crotch. The victim has large
tits that dominate her thin frame, and the lucky man is raining blow
after blow down on them non-stop, her shrieks of pain mixing with the
man’s joyous laughter.

The madman looses count after twenty strokes to each fat milker, but
then he stops, but not to give respite. Oh no!

He kicks the coed down onto the dirt again, and kneels down, his knee
pinning the girl’s belly to the ground. With one hand, he reaches out
and grabs one of her tits by its crushed nipple and yanks her tits out
cruelly. The girl howls in pain, unable to imagine the horror she is
about to suffer: the madman takes a long sewing needle, and still
pinning the girl to the earth and yanking her tit away from her body,
plunges the sewing needle through the top of her tit horizontally. The
process is especially painful for the suffering whore because the
madman takes his time, restarting the job frequently, gloating his
power over his nubile victim.

Once the needle makes its sadistic way out the other side of her tit,
the madman pulls it through slowly. The end of the needle has been
attached to a silk cord, which is drawn through her tit flesh. The
madman now does her other nipple in the same fashion, taking his time
to make the piercing produce as much lovely wriggling and screaming as
possible, before drawing the needle through. Now, Brandi has a single
silk cord running through both her tits, and the madman discards the
needle, taking up the trailing ends of the cord, and pulling them
towards each other, forcing her large tits to press together, and the
nipples to be drawn together in the middle. Once done, the rapist ties
off the cord so it won’t easily come undone.

"One tit tunnel, as ordered," the madman says, and he straddles the
girl’s chest, inserting his blood and shit covered prick between the
mounds of pushed-together tit flesh. Raping the tit tunnel like it
were a cunt, he slaps the girl’s pretty face, light blows meant to
keep her conscious, and heavy blows meant to punish her for her
beauty. Each thrust in the cleavage highway puts pressure on the knots
holding her tits together, causing more delicious agony.

Withdrawing, he grabs the cord between her tits and yanks her up hard.
The force of the tug rips the cords apart, and he tugs them completely
out of their piercing. The madman is amazed that her melons are still
mouth watering, even after all the abuse he has heaped on them. He
becomes briefly philosophic, and has the profound thought that it is
her youth that both makes him want to hurt her, and that allows him to
torture her for a long time.

He walks again, half-dragging the coed on the leash like a dog, until
he seemingly finds the place he wants to be. He crushes the coed
against the tree and pushes his mouth against hers, with one hand
squeezing her nose shut and with the other mauling her abused,
bleeding tits savagely. She opens her mouth to breath desperately, but
finds only his rotten tongue forced into her mouth, French kissing her
as he chokes her, twisting her tits and slapping them. He spreads her
legs with his knees and slides his dick into the girl, and fucks her
as he kills her, staring deep into her desperate eyes. He keeps this
up for a long time, letting the girl grab a breath of air every now
and again, always choking her, sometimes with his mouth, sometimes
just smothering her with his hand. Ten, twenty minutes of brutal rape
happen. Then, without any warning, he jams his knife into the girl’s
flat stomach, twisting and shoving it until it goes all the way
through and out her back and into the wood behind her, pinning her to
the tree. The girl lurches and wobbles, vibrating on the tree, her
tits swinging heavily up and down.

The madman pulls out, chortling, and fetches his gore-covered tent
stakes and pounds two through her belly into the tree and, for
convenience’s sake, pounds stakes through her palms into the tree and
the arch and soles of her feet into the ground. Then he retrieves his
knife from the mutilated girl. Blood gushes from her belly.

He screams into her pretty face I HATE YOUR TITS I HATE YOU!!! And he
steps back, slashing down with the knife, and slashes her tit. With a
fury of strokes, in a handful of blows, the girl’s tits are reduced to
bloody ribbons of flesh which he keeps slicing in a fury, tearing her
woman’s charms apart.

Now Brandi has gone into shock, and it’s time to finish this. Ramming
his dick back home in her bleeding cunt, he guts her like he gutted
her sister, and spreads her gore around himself and her, wrapping them
together with it. He grabs her chin and kisses her while she dies,
until he drinks in her last breath, and her eyes become lucid for just
one moment more, and they stare into his hate-filled eyes, and then
she dies. The madman ruts away into the corpse for a while, then
extricates himself from the gore, collects his toys, and moves on. "I
told her I hated her tits. Guess she didn’t believe me."