The following story is a purely fictional account. Any relationship to any real person
living or dead is absolutely coincidental. The narrative deals with torture and
slaughter of innocent human beings. The author in no way condones or promotes
such acts. This is the world of fantasy and fiction where the hidden corners of the
psyche may be explored. The author believes that exploring such subject matter in
this realm keeps it from ever needing to be explored, and much less fulfilled, in real
life. There is violence in all of us. Otherwise there would be no crime, no war, no
destruction. We must acknowledge the beast inside of us if we are to tame it. To
ignore it and repress it is to invoke its appearance in our midst. 
					
					Babykiller
           

I got separated from my platoon on Tuesday the seventh of November at eighteen
hundred hours, Saigon time.  The VC tore into us with all they had and
men went down like grass under the reaping blade.  And all because a little
whore in a stinking little town the lieutenant had slept with had ratted out
our movements. 
So you know what I felt like? I felt like payback, man.
Payback in spades.
Jarvis, Toomey, Rodriguez, Scalamino, Brown and Gilson all went down.
I saw them go down.  Got splashed by their guts and their blood when the mortar
shells came.
So I kinda lost it.

I wondered into the village next day, early morning, and saw the sweet little
gook bitch playing with a dirty doll outside a hootch.
Her mom was hanging up some clothes and when she saw me she
started toward the child.
Bang bang bang and thank you m'am.
At fifteen yards I blew her guts out of her belly and sprayed her
brains out of her head.
A couple of other gooks came running out of the hootch.
Took one out, a young twelve year old boy, with one shot.
The other one, looked like it mighta been his brother slunk back into the shadows.
Some other women screamed and ran out of their huts and into the
brush.

The little cunt, maybe three years old was bawlin'.
Oh yeah. Bawlin' nice enough to give me a hard on.
It was rapekill time, man.
Payback time, man. I'm tellin' ya.
This baby had my name all over it.
She was trying to crawl to her dead momma.
I bent down grabbed her by her hair lifted her up off her feet and 
punched her as hard as I could in her belly.  That shut er up and
started her gurgling and gasping.
Then I held er out in front of me and drop-kicked the little fuck
back toward the hootch.
She thumped into the ground and rolled past the doorway.
I was gonna do er in there but fuck it I was in a wild mood - it was primal,
dude. Primal. Besides I thought it might not be safe to hang around the
village.
So I grabbed the little shit by her leg and carried her into the jungle
wailing as her little head dragged along the dirt, rocks and branches
and shit.

A couple of clicks into the bush I found a spool of barb-wire, some empty
ammo crates, a couple of flares several coils of thick rope and a crate
of K-rations.  Looked to me like a camp that had been ambushed, although there
were no bodies.  Maybe they'd been disposed of by one side or the other.
It came to me that this was as good a place as any to get down to business with my
little babydoll.
So I dropped her on the ground and held er down under my boot while I cut me a
piece of the wire.   Reaching up to a branch just slightly above my head I wrapped
the wire around it then bent down to loop it and knot it around my captive's ankle. 

I hoisted er up, she screamin' and kickin', tiny blood drops oozing down her leg
from the barb-wire wounds.
I took a good hard look at er then.
Beautiful little gook bitch, maybe three. She mighta been just over
two years old. I didn't know and didn't give a flying fuck.
She was real small and that fact more than any other really turned me on.
Small, dainty, innocent.
She was pleading and beggin' and callin' for her mama and shit.
A drop of blood from her ankle plopped down on her cheek and rolled down to her
earlobe.
Little fuck. Little gook fuck.
I loved the way her voice sounded in that hot jungle with all those birds
up there in the trees and some kinda animals rustling around in the
underbrush now and then and the swarmin' bugs and shit.
I stripped naked then.
I needed to be naked for it, you know what I mean, naked like an animal.
I mean the little gook bitch was my prey.
I was gonna use her up for all she could give me.
I stripped off my boots and fatigues - I had a four day growth of beard. My
hair was all scraggly and I stank like a horse and it felt good to be naked.
I reached down for my utility belt and wrapped it around my waist, buckling
it tight.  Had a pistol on my right and the knife sheath on my left - I was
the warrior king - Tarzan, king of the jungle and shit.


My cock was ramrod stiff man. Shit. Talkabout a woody.
First I walked around er, just lookin' at er, you know? Gettin' all worked up.
Then, I started punchin' her.  Not too hard at first.  Harder as it went on.
Slam. Into her belly.  Her arms flailing. She swinging on that barbed wire.
Cryin' out and sobbing.
Swing out and swing in.
She swing in and I hit er again.
Whamm!
I did the punching bag thing man. I was like Mohammed Ali - Cassius Clay back
then - In and out, back and forth, little naked dance around my dangling
wailing punching-bag baby.
Wham! Smackk!
Right left combinations. 
I wasn't sparing that child at all - not one bit.
She was my little pendulum, you know - back and forth - back and forth.
She had on this little white camisole thing and it was hanging down over her face.
Whackk! Thump!
Oh man. Nothing like punching a little baby girl.
Specially for a big strong dude like me - I was needing that workout.
I punched her little cunt, her little twat, her little bald pussy.
Punched it hard.  Slammed it from different directions, you know and
with different combinations - kinda practiced my accuracy on it until my knuckles
hurt.
Payback, dude. You know how it feel - reeeeal nice.
I was workin' up a nice sheen of sweat - it was beading up all over me.
I ripped off that stupid white thing she had on.
I wanted her naked like me.
I wanted her to take the beating naked. Oh yeah. Bareass naked.
Both of us nude - big Adam and little Eve in the fuckin' garden of Viet-fuckin'-nam.

Far off I could hear shelling.
Sounded like our guns blasting some enemy position.
Just like me blastin this little enemy babyfuck.
Thump! Wham! Slamm! Blamm!
Fuckin' Batman and Robin shit man.
Fuckin' wild fuckin' shit.
"Cry for me, mama - ahh yeahh cry for me!" I heard myself say.
Little bitch dangling, swinging from that wire offa that branch. She was making that
branch creak and the leaves shake on it when she swung from the punches.
And the way she screamed.
Aww Jeesus.
You know how that made me hard.
"Cry for me, baby - mmmm - let it all out..."
Wasn't long - maybe fifteen minutes before I had to fuck er.
I wanted to fuck her little sweet gook face so I stopped
her from swingin' around.
Blood was dribbling out her little mouth.
Guess I musta busted er insides up some by that time.

"Here, you little fuck," I told er. "Here ya go."
I lifted up my cock and let my bladder go, hosed down my sweetiepie honeybunch
chinadoll - hosed the blood & tears off her face - pissed into her bawlin' mouth and
into her eyes making her shake her head.  She tried to cover herself
with her pudgy doll hands but I held her arms out on her sides and kept pissing on
er until urine just dripped off her jet black hair in tiny drip-streams.
When I finished I grabbed her neck and pinched her nose shut.
When she opened her mouth to breathe I pushed my dick into it and gave
her a little more piss. It dribbled back out as she gagged and choked and
I pushed my cock as far in as I could which wasn't far.
"Suck!" I shouted at her. "Suck it you stupid slanteyed worm!"
She didn't understand, naturally - so I slapped her cute cheeks a few times
until I got her to do what I wanted throat-chokin' and nose-pinchin'
the infant, forcing my meat all the way down her gullet.

By then the shelling had stopped and there was just the sounds of
the jungle around us and the creaking of the branch the little
scumbag hung from by her ankle.  When the breeze stopped moving
through the leaves it got quiet enough that I could hear the sound
of my wet prick sliding in and out of her babylips and clicking in her
throat.  I was deeply into what I was doing by then, going up on
my toes to thrust deep into my captive's widestretched lips.  Her
bloodshot eyes bulged in her little head and she got all flushed making little gaggin'
noises.
I'd give er  a breath every couple of minutes - after all I didn't
want to kill er that way.  That woulda been too easy. Way too easy for a little
fuckin' dirtbag like her. While she breathed I rubbed my cock on her pretty little
face, in her eyes, in her forehead all wet with piss.  Every now and then I would
lean in and bite her cute thighs and her belly and she would
squeal like a little piglet and babble in Vietnamese.  A coupla times
I sunk my teeth into her adorable little cuntmound almost drawin'
blood.  I was dizzy with sadistic power and the child's mouth
on my cock was taking me way beyond sanity.  The violence of the last few
days had caused a break-through for me.  I had found some kind of
animal core that now needed to be released and nourished.
"Gonna beat you to a pulp you little slanteye weasel... to a fuckin' pulp."

Yes. That was exactly what I wanted. Only my voice had stated it before
my mind had grasped it...beat the little shit to a fuckin' bloody pulp...
didn't just want it. I NEEDED it.

I took my knife and cut through the wire and she fell to the ground on her head
with a choked cry.  While she lay there half stunned I got the coil of rope
and looped her wrists and ankles, each limb to a separate strand.  Then I hoisted
her up by her arms from the branch I'd had er suspended on and I
spread her legs wide apart to tree-trunks on either side of her so that she
hung in mid air, her head about an inch above me, her tiny feet
dangling in mid-air, a perfect little human x', deliciously vulnerable.
I figured there might be troops in the area and it would not be advantageous
to let her carry on the way she'd been doing so I took the camisole I'd
ripped of her, cut a piece of it into a thick rag and stuffed her little mouth with it
wrapping rope around her head to hold it in place.
While she stared down at me wide-eyed and flushed, stinking of piss and
making desperate muted sounds in her throat I wrapped the barb-wire
she'd been dangling from around the top of her head crowning my little
baby like a little suffering Jesus doll, wrapping that wire tighter and tighter
until the barbs dug in and drew blood drops which oozed slowly down
her cheeks, into her jetblack hair and down the sides of her suffering face.

Then I looked around for a good beating branch and found it, nearly an
inch thick, low on the tree and easy to reach.  I hacked it off and snipped off
the leaves.  It was nearly four feet long.  The end I'd cut dripped sap, sticky
in my hand as I gripped it and approached my captured angel.

By then I was hungry for it.  Real hungry for it.
I knew the bare-handed beating just wasn't gonna do it for me. No fuckin' way.
This little cunt needed to be pounded to hell and back.
I circled her jerking off, taking stock of my little captive doll, considering
how and where I would begin.  She was crying and shaking with sobs, hung
up there like a butterfly caught in a spider web.
"Ahh yeahh - yeahh - yeahh - don't you worry - its comin', sweetiepie -
its comin'..."
I was pretty sure she already knew that though.
After a couple of times goin' around, my feet crunching on the dead leaves and
moist ground, I finally stopped behind her.
She had a nice round chunky little ass.
I wanted to see it bleed.
She was looking back at me over her shoulder.

Swattt!
I gave er that branch as hard as I could
Swattt! Slassshhh! Thudddd!
Back and forth, right and left, up and down.
Her screeching cries were dampened and muted by the rag in her mouth and she
shook her head and surged and kicked beautifully against the ropes which kept her
in helpless suspension.  Her pale body gleamed, dappled in the sunlight coming
down through the trees.
The sound of the swishing branch striking that soft baby ass was just heavenly.
It was a fleshy moist sound that just made my balls ache.
Ohh yeah. I was hungry for it.
It was baby-beating time, guys - baby-beating time.
The rough branch bark started cutting her tender skin almost from the beginning
and when her little asscheeks were all messy I moved up her back from her
waist to her shoulders layin' down bloody stripes.  I moved up closer to her
to strike at each of her suspended arms from the shoulder to the roped wrist hitting
harder and harder,  moving back down, smacking her little barb-wire wrapped
skull a couple of times and then down her back to her ass and then down
to her legs - fresh territory for my beating branch.  Between harsh strokes
I rubbed the rough branch up against her little cunt. I prodded the baby cooze
with it.
Payback, gentlemen.
Sweet fuckin' payback.
I struck at her small plump thighs viciously and jabbed at her kneehollows with the
branch tip before smacking her calves.  
I went down on one knee to beat her little waggling feet smacking the undersides
of them, the little white soles bruising, slicing and slashing mercilessly at the
helpless infant.

Then I went around her to face her and to beat the front of her little body.
Swattt! Thudd! Whhppp! Cr-crackkk!
Little babyfuck - stinking slanteyed gook bitch!
Hard as I could.  Givin' er all  I had.
Such a small sweet little baby all puffy and swollen from the harsh cut cut cut
of the whipping branch.
Thump across her titties, slicing her nipples open.
Ssslishh across the tops of her thighs.
She twisted and jerked on the ropes.
I whipped her little knees.
I smacked her chest and heard a dull crack of rib-bones.
I wacked her little head and left her stunned, dark blood running in rivulets
from her hairline.


2. 

Its two hundred hours - I must be twelve clicks from the LZ - but I've
forgotten about the war.

I want more suffering from my dangling baby.
More.
Lots more.
In the distance the shelling has started again.

She's so fuckin' pretty.

I'd given sweetiepie's suspension ropes some slack and lowered her slightly to just
the perfect height. And while the shelling pounded away in the distance I put my
cock to her little love hole and slammed it into her.  It was real nice - a twenty five
year old crewcut Marine fucking a three year old Vietnamese marionette, helpless
child all welted and bruised - soo tight for me - fuckin' er - breakin' er - biting er -
punchin, her - reeal fuckin' nice.

I go at er for almost an hour.
Clouds move in over the jungle and its dark.
I don't cum yet - Wanna save it.
I pull out of er and hoist er back upward.
We are in darkness my friends as I wrap a rope strand tight around the baby's little
neck and sling it over the overhead branch her arms dangle from. I tug on the rope
to choke her. Tight enough to choke but not tight enough to kill. Not yet.
Her little barb-wire crowned head tilts slightly to the left and she's blushing
scarlet - sweet rich blood drips off her.
Pull pull pull on my little pup.
"How's it feel, little mama? Huh? Little tight for ya?"
Choke for me, bitch.
Choke for me.
Her eyes roll back, her tongue lolls.
Mmmm - she pisses out hot amber down her beaten legs and in a sparkly stream
between her thighs. It spatters the jungle floor.
I give the rope slack. Tie it off to the trunk.

I find me a thicker branch now. Nearly two inches thick. A club provided by the
forest for my manly pleasure a more primitive weapon than the knife and gun
strapped around my waist.
"See it?" I say showin' it to my baby.
"See it? Big - see?  Heavy - yeah - real heavy, little one - real fuckin' heavy - real
fat too... uh-huh..."
I hold it up to her bloody barb-wire crowned roped-rag-gagged face.
Her dazed eyes look at the club without comprehension.
Then I step back and slightly to one side of her.

Payback time.

I swing the heavy chunk of wood right into her belly.
Whhhummmppp!
Haul back and slam it into her again.
Ssllammmmm!
And again.
Whhhummpppp!
She convulses.  She shits and pisses blood.  The rag in her mouth is suddenly
wet with it and its dripping from her gagged lips and from her nostrils.
Its nice to pound into her after fuckin' er.  Very fuckin' nice.
Two more slamming blows and she jumps and twists frenetically on the ropes.
With all my strength I slash the heavy branch across her left leg snapping it
at the knee, her shrill shriek stopped in the bloody gag, her eyes staring
upward unseeing.
Another full strength slam and I bust my little animal's other leg then swing at her
right foot as an afterthought to smash the small cute tootsie with a
bone-crunching blow.
Stepping up to her and looking up into her suffering face I put the thick
branch up to her innocent babyslit, right against the slitted pudenda.

"Here ya go, babycakes.  Here's a BIG present for ya."

Shoving the hard blood-smeared wooden club up into her babyhole, grabbing
her by her hip to hold her steady, I rip into virgin flesh and muscle with
determined cruelty.  The fat branch cannot  fit into the pink aperture into which I'm
forcing it.  It is a physical impossibility.  But that doesn't stop me.  I ram it
upward anyway, ripping through flesh, muscle and organs until I've stuffed
nearly two inches of it in the suspended child.  Let it never be said that such a task
was beyond my capabilities. A United States Marine will always outdo himself
in the performance of his duty.  Two and a half inches - three - and babykins
is shuddering like a cylinder engine in bad need of a tune-up.

Lighting up a flare with a match from my backpack I hold the sparkling flame
to her bleeding branch-stuffed pussyhole slowly burning and cauterizing
the gash-wound. The red glow lights up my face in the dark jungle. Lovingly I
caress babykins with the fire-stick all over, leaving black charred lines on her busted-
up belly and chest, burning her slashed nipples and tear-wet cheeks and her little
hairless armpits. Going around behind her I burn her whipped backside and the
backs of her broken legs and the cut up soles of her little feet. Coming back to face
her  I push the flare into her belly button to smother it out and her skin bubbles and
hisses and smoulders and she makes choking wheezing sounds in her gagged throat.

Leaving the branch stuck in my burned and broken little piglet I cut her down off
the suspension leaving the rope around her neck and the barb-wire crown on er
and leavin' er gagged.  I lay er on her belly at my feet.  She's barely movin' just
twitchin' and shuddering.

I sink down to my knees straddling her and I pry her little buttcheeks wide to put
my fat slimy cockhead right to the bloodsmeared poop hole.  Its gonna be a 
double fuck - me and the wooden branch stuck up in her uterus.  As I sink 
down into her,  her broken legs kick weakly, her little hands reach out
and grab dirt.  Pushing into her tight little asshole is just fucking heaven for me
and I growl and grunt like a wild dog.  I lean over her gripping her small
body in my hands to thrust hard into her guts.

What a delicious baby kill-fuck.  Yes.  What unforgivable payback.  Filthy little
gook bitch.  Won't grow up to sashay around and lie and cheat and turn men's
heads. You're gonna die right here under me.  Right here and right now.
Broken for me.  Hurting for me.  Ahhh so goddamn tighttt....those chunky
little cheeks whipped all bloody on either side of my hard thrusting meat.
I don't know if I can put all of me in her but gradually, unforgivably, savagely
I do - all ten inches to the hilt - my cockhead in her intestines - hot and mucky.

I unsheathe my knife and lean down to push her face into the dirt.
Hilted in her I lift the blade high over my head and plunge it down into
her back.
It thumps right through her lung.  She makes a gurgling mewling sound.
Blood bubbles out of the slitwound as I yank the knife out.

"Little bbitchhhhh!"

I stab her again, sinking the blade in slightly higher, knicking her shoulderblade.
Pulling it out, blood spurting out of her.

"Filth!"

Plunge it in again just to one side of her spinal cord.

Then I'm stabbin' and stabbin' and stabbin'.

"Scumbaggg!"
Thumppp!
"Whorrre!"
Whumppp!
"Pigggg!"
Swwosshh!

Uhhhhhhh! She's mine now! Cummin' in her - uhhh way inside her so nice -
so tight - dyin' little babyworm - dyin' for me - uhhh - AHHHHHHH!  Die
you little piece of SHIT!

Orgasm hits me right between the eyes - a thunderbolt of sweet killing
pleasure and I give baby-gook my load, all of it, hot stinking spunk oozing
back up out of her with the dark blood.

And when I finish I pull out of her and lay on the jungle floor looking up
into the trees as the cloudy afternoon ebbs away.

The distant shelling has ended but I haven't noticed its absence.

Beside me I can hear the child's shallow uneven breathing - an occasional weak
moan.  Turning to her I reach out  and pull the blade out of her lower back where I
left it. It comes free with a moist sucking sound and I return it to the sheathe at my
waist - then, I roll baby over and ungag her.  

Standing over her, her barb-wire crowned face between my feet, her eyes looking
up into mine I aim my cock down and piss right into her mouth-hole and face.

She does not turn away lying in a small puddle of blood on the ground.
Blood and piss.
Looks right up at me - forgiving me with her quiet oriental eyes...

Mmmm - die for me you little animal...

When I'm done I take the end of the rope which is still looped around her neck. 
Effortlessly I haul her small broken dying body up off the ground with the
choke-rope, toss the cord over the branch and pull her upward.
She kicks a few times.  Weak half-hearted kicks of her broken swollen legs.
She's quite a sight dangling there with a thick branch sticking out of her
little cunt and the barb-wired wrapped around her head.  I tie off the rope
to watch her naked wriggling dance of death.  It takes her almost fifteen minutes
to stop moving and another minute or so to stop breathing altogether.
She dies with her haunting dark eyes open and staring down at me.

I smile up at her already hard again.  I will have to go back to the village
and get me another one - another baby.  I'm addicted now and I know it.

But for the moment I'm hungry.  I need to eat.

I drop the carcass of the Vietnamese child to the ground and soon I've got
a nice bonfire goin'.  There's a frying pan in the abandoned supplies
a few feet away.  It takes me a good half hour to dismember and prepare
my kill.  

I think I'm going to like the taste of babymeat.  I think I'm going to like
it a whole hell of a lot.

In fact I'm sure I will.

WOODBURN