Slumber Party Massacre
by Jake Baker (claims to have written)

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Part 1

Jennifer Hegelion called up Marcy Baccat at five o'clock. When Marcy
picked up, the teenage blond bombshell said, "hey, my parents are gone
for the weekend. Wanna come over? I'm having a slumber party?" Marcy,
5'5", raven-haired and eyed, thought about it. She was supposed to
help her younger brother with his homework..."Sure!" She said. So too
did Angelica, an almost white-haired blond with a slim but bounteous
figure, Molly, the youngest of the group at 15, and Stacey, a
long-haired brunette with a plain face covered up by glasses. Marcy
and angelica arrived at 7:00, with the other too girls arriving a
little after 7:30. For a while, they watched TV -- 90210 and Melrose
Place.

Then they ordered and pizza and took the car out to rent a movie. They
decided to watch "fatal instinct" and "indecent proposal." By the time
they got back from the MovieMaster, the pizza delivery boy was already
there. The girls giggled and paid for the pizza. The boy waited to be
tipped, but was blown off by the girls. Stalking away, he vowed
revenge... The girls ate their pizza and made some popcorn. They were
half-way through "indecent proposal" when molly had to use the
bathroom. Jennifer's house was big, but old. The only bathroom was on
the second floor. Molly stood up, pushing her curly blond hair out of
the way, and went to the bathroom. She was only 15, so she still had
some baby-fat on her; not what one might call attractive, but cute in
a young girl sort of way. However, her breasts had started swelling
recently and they pressed against her white T-shirt.

She went into the bathroom door and closed and locked it. The
shower-curtain was closed, but she mistook the heavy breathing behind
it for the wind.

Young molly lifted up the toilet lid, and unzipped her jeans. She
pushed her plain white panties around her ankles and squatted over the
toilet. She put her head down, and her hair hung over her eyes. Urine
started pissing into the toilet, and the shower curtain was flung
open. A horrible, naked, masked figure leaped out. Molly threw her
head up, but a fat hand muffled her mouth. The man's other hand yanked
her up by her hair, and shoved her roughly against the opposite wall.
Molly was still pissing uncontrollably, and the hot urine ran down the
insides of her legs.

The fat man pressed her up against the wall with his body, keeping one
hand over her mouth. She could feel his erection swell against her
young body. For molly, who'd only ever reached first base with a boy,
it was a horrible sensation. She could hear the man's ragged
breathing, but couldn't feel his breath, as he towered more than a
foot over her. The man's other hand reached down and began roughly
squeezing molly's ass-cheeks. Fat fingers slipped in and out of her
pussy, and worse yet, her tight anus. She gasped as the man inserted
another finger up her asshole, and began twisting them wickedly
around.

She squirmed and bucked against this unthinkable rape, but she only
heard the man giggle and say, as much to himself as to her, "so you
don't like things in your shit-hole, do you, fucking little girl." He
sneered behind his mask and shoved a third finger into her ass, and
started humping her hole with them roughly and cruelly.

Sweet young molly squirmed. She tried to scream or beg, but the mans
hand was held tight against her mouth. She smelled cigar smoke on his
fingers.

Then the man holding her did something even more awful. He knelt down,
and his huge penis slid down her back. He removed his fingers from her
aching anus, and molly in her naivet=E9 thought the rape was over. How
wrong she was.

The man guided the purple head of his over-grown cock till it pushed
up against her asshole, stretched just a little now.

As he started pushing up, and his penis wedged itself slowly and
painfully into molly's virgin asshole, he pulled molly roughly down on
it.

She tried to wriggle and thrash about, but the man was too strong for
her, and seemed to enjoy it anyway. She tried screaming -- her friends
and peaceful safety were only downstairs -- but his hand was
immovable. The hand covering her mouth folded in and pried he jaws
apart, then it slipped inside her mouth and forced its way back until
it was gagging her. Molly could still breath, but not a lot.

And she almost forgot to when the head of his enormous cock, which
must have been four inches wide and a foot long, finally forced her
bunghole open and marched its way in.

The evil man forced more and more of his massive cock into poor little
molly, who thought she was going to be ripped apart. Then the man
stood up, raising molly off the floor, her only support the disgusting
cock in her anus. This hurt her even more and she thrashed about. Her
sphincter clenched against his cock, trying to expel the invader, but
this only inspired the man more. With his other hand, he roughly
grabbed and squeezed one of molly's unfortunately large breast,
crushing it like dough with his strength, and used it as a convenient
handhold to pull molly's small body up and down the length of his
giant cock.

Blood was starting to flow from her asshole, which was never designed
to take this kind of abuse, and as his hand tortuously pulled and
squeezed her tits, yanking them this way and that, stretching and
contracting them as if he designed his motions to cause the most pain
possible, which he had, molly lost consciousness... Downstairs, the
four girls finished watching the movie.

"Molly's sure taking a long time," said Stacey.

"Sure is," giggled Marcy, "maybe she fell in."

"Or," quipped Angelica sarcastically, "maybe a masked stranger came
and had his way with her!" They all laughed at that absurdity.

"Well, I'll go get her," said Stacey and climbed upstairs. Turning the
corner at the top of the stairs, Stacey saw that the bathroom door was
open. She heard unidentifiable sounds coming from inside, so she went
to investigate. When she looked in, she stopped, stunned in terror.

There was a huge, fat, naked masked man. He was still balling poor
molly's rear; he had her head stuck into the toilet bowl, and was
mauling her young breasts with both hands, stopping occasionally to
smack her slightly fat ass-cheeks.

Stacey stood as if paralyzed for a moment, until the hulking maniac
noticed her. He stood off, molly's tight asshole letting go of his
enormous dick with a slow sucking sound. She fell to the ground.

The man's prick, 12" long and covered with her friends blood and shit,
stood out, quivering as if it were alive, pointed at Stacey. She tried
to scream -- she turned and ran, but immediately the man grabbed a
handful of her hair and yanked her back hard, so that she flew off her
feet. Her glasses crashed to the ground and she lost consciousness...
"What was that?" Asked a nervous Marcy when they heard the muffled cry
from upstairs.

"Oh, probably just molly and Stacey up to their old tricks. Leave 'em
alone. Teach 'em good if we just ignored them..." Stacey opened her
eyes slowly. With her glasses gone, she was nearly blind. The first
thing she noticed was that she was bound with a rough hemp rope --
tied squatting back to back with another naked person, and yes her
clothes had been ripped of off her, who could only be molly.

The ropes tied them above and below Stacey's breasts, much smaller
than molly's. Her thighs were strapped to her lower legs, and her
ankles were bound together. Her balance might have been precarious had
it not been that her feet were also now locked in some sort of stock.

She tried to scream, only to find she had been gagged -- and this
frightened her most of all. The gag was not gentle or subtle, just a
block of wood forced between her teeth, keeping her jaw wide and
aching, held their by duck-tape wrapped around her head.

Then she heard a voice. The masked rapist's voice. Oddly familiar
though...

"OK, whore. I see your awake. Since you can't see anything without
your glasses, I'll describe what I'm doing. I'm behind you, in front
of molly, who, if you'll notice, is trying to beg mercy from me. She,
like you and your friends upstairs, is a stupid cunt. I have no mercy.

"The reason molly is trying to appeal to my kinder nature is that I'm
holding a whip -- a really special whip, designed for mutilating big
tits like this pigs. I made it myself -- three lengths of electrical
wire tied around multiple little hooks. I'm holding it up to her face,
waving it in front of her terrified eyes.

"Have you ever heard a fifteen year old scream when one of their tits
gets slaughtered by one of these things. You shortly will. See, I'm
gonna whip molly's fat left tit until it is bleeding rags. Then I'll
figure out how to handle her right tit.

"Ready, molly?"

Molly moaned, her asshole still aflame from the violent raping, "no
please! Don't! For the love of god!!! AAIIIGGGHHH!!!"

Stacey heard the whisper of the cruel instrument though the air, and
the unmistakable crack as it landed solidly against her friends
suffering tit. She felt blood spray against her back. She tried
desperately to ignore molly's hideous screams, not daring to imagine
what was happening to her friend, but couldn't. It seemed the whipping
and mutilation of the tit went on forever. Blood sprayed freely across
the room. Molly rocked hard in the ropes, shaking her blond head back
and forth, wailing like a banshee.

And over molly's screams, she heard something worse. Laughter. The
heartless mother-fucker torturing molly was getting of on her pain! He
found the sight of her breast reduced to bloody strips of flesh funny!

Molly's new agony went on for some time, for the hooks in the whip
were numerous but small, and each gauged only a tiny piece of flesh
with each hit. To the man employing the whip, it was strenuous work,
but well worth the effort in the agony of the young girl. The man's
laughter and molly's screams filled Stacey's head.

The flesh flew off of molly's large tit like grease off of bacon.
First one side of her breast, then the other, then her large nipple,
were reduced to bleeding pulps. Molly's girlish face contorted with
indescribable agony. Her body was wracked with pain, and her other tit
giggled in counter-point to the sever whipping. Molly thought she
could take no more pain. Her mind reduced to an animal-like state of
screaming pain. Her entire body focused unwillingly on her left tit,
which was layer by layer being ripped away. The anal-raping had been
painful, but even that paled to nothing as her tit slowly
disappeared...

The sick man began narrating for Stacey again, "molly's left tit is
now destroyed, a beautiful lump of gore. Her agony must be incredible
-- it turns me on. I have a huge cock; it quivers and leaps for her.
Now I'm squatting down, rubbing my cock in her mutilated tits, fuckin
her tit ... Ah, yes! Your blood is so warm and sticky. Your pain is so
erotic... She's still conscious you know, now I'm forcing her head
down over my prick ... Her mouth is all ready wide with her screaming
... I'm fucking her face now, but her bitch mouth is too small. I can
barely get my iron staff in past the head. Stupid bitch."

Stacey heard a loud smack and felt her friends head snap to one side
roughly as the man smacked her. He walked around the tied-up couple,
leaving molly wailing in her pain, till her stood in front of Stacey.
His foot-long prick wavered in front of her face. It was coated with
molly's blood. He reached out a fat hand, and yanked a Stacey's
brunette hair towards him, then used it as a rag to wipe himself off.

"Ok, Stacey, your next..." He grinned beneath his death-mask...

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Part 2

Downstairs, more than an hour had passed. The girls went off looking
for their lost comrades.

Angelica was tall for an 18 year old girl. Almost sex feet, her body
long and slender, and topped with a crown of golden, wavy hair. Her
breasts were large too, and the bra she was wearing barely covered
their mass. The only other stitch of clothing she was wearing were her
panties.

Angelica climbed into the attic, and turned on the electric light. As
soon as she did so, the door slammed shut behind her and a hulking,
blood soaked man leaped out of the shadows at her, wielding a huge
cleaver, which he swung at her. He missed, and she ran from him, fear
clenching her heart, making her stumble and fall.

It was as if the man was toying with her ... He catch up to her, nick
her alabaster skin with the blade, drawing a prick of blood, then he'd
fall back and chase angelica around and around the attic. She was
screaming now, her hands clenched at her sides.

One of the blows caught under her bra strap and cut it off. Her
breasts and large nipples swung free, only to become the immediate
target of the madman. She screamed horribly as the blade bit deep into
the side of her tender tit-meat. The man used the opportunity to slice
her other breast, opening a huge gash in it, slicing her nipple in
two; blood gushed out and angelica felt weak.

But the man wasn't through with his pretty teen yet. Manipulating her
by her hair, he forced her thrashing body onto the floor. He sat on
her back facing her rear.

Playfully, the man smacked her buttocks through her cotton panties for
several minutes, while the virginal blond's legs and arms thrashed
like a fish out of water. Angelica had been a spoiled bitch up till
now, and had never been spanked; she'd never let a boy touch her. Now,
a strange filthy man had sliced her two melons open and was abusing
her ass-cheeks with his hands. Then he tore off her panties and shoved
them in her mouth -- not to shut her up, he loved her screams, but to
harass her more.

Her panties gone, he brought the full force of his rage against her
cunt lips. He slammed his fists down with murderous intent against her
poor pussy. He did this for several minutes until they had become
puffy and sore.

Then her inserted the knife slowly into her love-canal, twisting it
slightly to turn angelica's howl a higher pitch. Once he had it in, he
started fucking her with it, faster and faster until blood flew out of
her cunt with every backstroke; his free hand reached behind him, and
grabbed a handful of her hair close to the head, and started beating
her face into the wooden floor. Her nose broke quickly, and her teeth
started shattering after several blows.

The man didn't stop until her cunt was a disgusting mess of sliced
flesh, and many of the bones in her face were broke. Then he dragged
the still-conscious girly downstairs to meet Stacey...

"Say hi to your girlfriend!" Barked the man, twisting angelica around
so she could see what he'd done with Stacey. Angelica was still
dripping blood from her breasts and cunt. The man started giggling
when he saw Stacey.

In school, Stacey had always been a brain. Quite, smart. Never hurting
anyone. This is what made her torture especially cruel -- she didn't
deserve it. But to the man, it was very funny.

First, he's cut off Stacey's young nipples. She had squirmed and
screamed, and the man enjoyed that. Taking a strong staple gun, he
stapled her nipples over her eyes. "Women," the man laughed, "don't
need eyes - but they need their nipples!"

That done, the man then cruelly sliced off the rest of her breasts.
Done, he staples them back onto the girl, but inside out. Poor little
Stacey is in agony, but the sick man's not done.

He unties her from molly, but then reties her so that her head's on
the floor, her arms are stretch way above her nipples-for-eyes head.
He's spread her legs and pulled them over her head. It's a rather fun
position -- her asshole is hovering above her face.

To make the action come sooner, he had inserted a plastic tube down
her throat and poured a whole bottle of laxative into her stomach.

Now, as he dragged the screaming beautiful angelica by her long hair
towards Stacey, her asshole quivers and then shit shoots out at her.
The man rushed over and removed her gag. Stacey, barely conscious,
tried to turn her head, but the fat man laughs and pulls her head up,
forcing her jaws open so that a stream of watery shit flows into it.

"Bet that taste's good, doesn't it, bitch?" He takes a switch and
starts beating her thighs with it, while angelica lies bleeding and
suffering on the floor.

The man smiles -- now he has three beautiful tortured teens in his
secret dungeon. That only leaves two more...he smiles, thinking of the
buxom Marcy...

Marcy ran from him, her nightgown clutching her sweaty body. She, like
the other cunts, had been easy to catch. She'd been separated from
Jennifer and had been about to leave by the front door. He just
scooped up her tender body and carried her kicking and clawing
downstairs.

He enjoyed chasing her around the room for a while, the way her
innocent body showed its great figure through her thin nightgown. But
eventually, he tired of this, and strapped her shaking body down onto
a table.

He climbed on top of her, and inserted his huge deformed cock into her
tight virgin pussy. She screamed as her cherry was ripped away, as the
thick love-stick forced her pussy wide open. He humped her hard and
fast, driven crazy with lust for his black-haired piece of meat. Her
cries met with his approval as he banged her hard, blood leaking from
her abused sex.

While her was fucking her, he got some needles. He inserted one, a
long 5" sewing needle, through her nipple, strait down into her
breast-bone; shoving hard, he got it to go through and lodge into her
heart and lung. Her smooth tit was now doughnut-shaped, the nipple
forced down against he body. Poor Marcy bucked with the pain, her lips
gasping for air and coughing up blood. The ruthless man still pounded
away at her pussy, but he still had plenty of needles. He pierced her
other tit with seven of them, making it misshapen and looking like a
procu-pine. Then he slid his needles into her neck and sides; boy, did
she thrash and scream! Her pain brought him orgasmic pleasure, and as
he pounded her tight fuck-hole, he felt himself about to cum.

Ripping out of her, he brought his smelly blood-covered cock up to her
face. He got a firm grip on her hair with one hand and forced her
mouth open with the other. He forced her mouth over his massive cock,
which was quivering orgasmically. The young girl choked as it was
forced back into her throat, gagging her. When he had as much of his
penis sticking into the teenagers face as possible, with one huge
surge, he started cumming.

He had as much cum as he had cock. He literally filled up her mouth
with it, taking pleasure when she gagged and spat it up. But he was
still coming in great globs, and filled up her mouth again. He also
made sure to coat her fine-featured face with globs of his smelly cum.
He came for a full minute, and when he was done, her face was a mask
of cum. He smiled and smacked her, "good fucking bitch. Now, one
more..." And he left Marcy tied to the table, needles torturing her
flesh, cum drying on her face.

The shapely Jennifer had called the police, but they'd refused to
believe her. She could've left the house, but she couldn't abandon her
friends. She still had no idea what had happened to them.

She looked around the house; found Stacey's glasses, molly's bloody
panties; in a room splattered with blood, there was angelica's white
underwear and bra.

She was horrified and terrified. She had blood on her from what was on
the floor. She decided to take a shower.

She locked the door, and turned the water on till it was steaming hot.
Then she took off her clothes, revealing firm, mature tits and a
lightly blond-furred cunt. She stepped into the shower and let the
warm water run over her. She took the soap and ran it down her body,
lathering up her firm flesh.

When the water was mysteriously cut off, Jennifer looked like a wet
rat -- her hair clung to her shoulders and back. She opened the shower
curtain...

To come face to face with the maniac. She screamed and retreated into
the corner of the tub, expecting to be killed ... Or worse. But the
masked man threw a bag at her feet, and said "get dressed" in an oddly
familiar voice.

The clothes in the bag weren't really clothes. First, she put on the
5" heels; there was a tight mini-skirt with even its bottom cut off,
so the bottom of her ass-cheeks and cunt was exposed. She wondered
what to do with a large rubber strap until the man poked her tit with
his fat finger. Jennifer cringed at his touch. She slipped the rubber
over her top and arranged it around her breasts. The man turned her
around and tightened it, so it crushed her large breasts painfully.

The last piece of Jennifer's ensemble was a fat, studded dog-collar,
which the rapist snapped around her neck and clicked a leash to.

Then, without a word, he led the captive Jennifer, precariously
balanced on the cruel heels, down the steps into the basement. There,
he removed a panel from the wall, and Jennifer stepped through into
her worst nightmare:

Molly was still tied up on the floor, her left tit bloody rags. Blood
and shit leaked from her anus. She looked at Jennifer, barely
comprehending.

And there was Stacey -- crap on her face, in her ears, in her mouth
and up her nose; her nipples stapled over her eyes and her juvenile
tits cut off and put back on backwards. She struggled feebly in her
bounds.

Angelica had been bound to the wall. Her large breasts were cut in
two, and blood still trickled from her mutilated cunt. She was
unconscious from blood loss. Even if help came now, she would probably
die.

Jennifer barely recognized Marcy. The slimy sperm had congealed on her
face, and over two-dozen pins protruded from her body and tits. She
too was dying from the first pin through her heart.

As the man showed her how he'd treated her friends, he was laughing,
and calling her and them "sluts...whores...bitches...fucking
dogs...shit-bag pigs..."

Finally, Jennifer cried out, "you disgusting man! You should die!"

The man became quiet. He turned solemnly to Jennifer and said, "I
tough you'd be happy. I did it all for you ... Daughter..." And he
removed his mask.

Jennifer swayed woozily on the heels. This man ... This rapist and
torturer .. Was her father...

"Where's mom?" Jennifer gasped.

"Oh, just hanging around..." He turned Jennifer and threw on a
spotlight. There was Jennifer's mother, still shapely after 45 years,
hanging head-down from the ceiling, held up by something shoved in her
cunt. Her mom's slightly saggy breasts had been whipped and burned.
They were painful to look at.

"She'd been like that for hours, Jennifer my lovely daughter. And
she'll stay like that for the rest of her life..." Jennifer's mom
heard this, and a single tear rolled down her face.

Tugging roughly on the leash, dad forced Jennifer's body up close
against his nakedness.

"Now," he said, "your gonna please your dear old dad..."

Jennifer lived almost two weeks more with her father. In all that
time, she never stopped screaming...