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 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.
   Bimboslaughter
   1.
   I like them young and I like them stupid.
   The younger and stupider the better.
   Case in point: Shauna.
   Most likely a high-school dropout with no skills of any kind - not that
her kind needs any skills other than knowing when to bump and grind and
spread her legs.
   Platinum fake-blonde shoulder-lenghth hair, big fake tits, big
red-painted lips, mascara-ringed eyes, tacky high-heel glitter-streaked
sandals, and on her last night on Earth, a short pink cocktail dress -
perfect goodbye-party dress - not that she'll be wearing it for long.
   Like most of my kills she's a dancer in a titty bar.
   Like most of my kills she'll die naked and bloody, torn open and broken
for my pleasure, gutted and desecrated.
   I like dancers.  I like to watch them and pick them and know when I've
picked them they're slated for the trash heap.  Because that's all they are
to begin with.  Right, guys?  Just fuckin' trash.  City trash.  Stupid
worthless cunts.  You rape them.  Beat them.  Bleed them.  Kill them.  Dump
them.
   That's what I was gonna do with Shauna and I knew I was gonna do it the
first night I saw her swinging around the shiny steel bar at Louie's - one
of my main hangouts.  Louie's - Gentleman's Entertainment Club.  Well I
don't think any of the guys in there are gentlemen.  I know I'm not.  I
like my cunts hurting and burning.  I like to watch them suffer long and
hard, to take as much as I can fuckin' give em, and I like to watch them
die.
   So what I usually do is pick my target and follow em around for a couple
of days, maybe a week or two - stalk em.  See if they got family or
boyfriends.  Somebody that might be a problem.
   Shauna turned out to be perfect in this regard.  She lived alone in a
shitty apartment building on Bloom Street, a couple of blocks from the
docks.  Which was great for me because I had a nice place near the docks
myself, a little warehouse operation by the water where slutmeat like
Shauna could be taken apart with no interruptions.
   The top floor of the warehouse was like one of those lofts in New York
with brick walls but it was soundproof and there were no windows; it was
lit by recessed light.  I had all my toys' there and my trusty video-cam -
not for professional work, just for my own amusement - know what I mean? 
Its a guy thing.  I like to keep a record of my activities'.  Kinda like
keepin' score.
   Rick - 34, Sluts - 0.
   With Shauna-babe my score was about to go to 35 - 35 sweet dumbass
bimbos used to their limit and ripped apart, literally and figuratively
trashed, and not a word in the papers or anywhere else.  No visits from law
enforcement.  No interest and no curiosity.
   And why would there be?
   The scumbags I took down deserved every last bit of what they got.
   She came out the back door of the club at around 2:45 am with the other
girls.  I watched them.  They were giggling and laughing and carrying on.
   Sluts.
   I would have liked to mow them all down.  Maybe with an AK-47. Blast
them to shreds.  Watch em go down in a fucking blaze.  Blood and guts all
over the back wall of Louie's and on the fuckin' sidewalk.
   But that wasn't my style.  I mean I've used guns on bitches before but
not out on the street like that.  No.  I like to take em on one at a time.
One on one. Real personal.When I use a gun on a pig I want her on her knees
and her mouth around the barrel and her eyes looking up into mine, begging,
before I squeeze that trigger.
   I watched Shauna get in the cab and as she started to drive off I
started up my van and followed her.
   I knew her routine.  I would have a one minute window to bag her. But
that wasn't bad.  I'd worked with less time than that before.
   When the cab pulled up in front of her building I watched her get out,
her long bare legs swinging out first, tall high-heel sandals arching her
feet as she took the curb, the silver hem of that short pink dress hiked
almost up to her ass.  She paid the cabbie and got out, then she sashayed
to the door.
   As the cab pulled away I drove up to the front of the building, left the
engine running as I double-parked, grabbed the crowbar and leaped out of
the van.
   She was still fishing for her the key to the second door inside the
foyer of the building when I grabbed her, spun her around and gut-punched
her. As she doubled over I took the crowbar and wacked her one across the
back of her stupid fake-blonde head.  Her purse and keys went flying,
scattering lipstick, change and condoms all over the floor and she toppled
against the mailboxes and fell in a heap.  I grabbed her by her hair and
dragged her out to the street.  She lost one sandal as her legs scraped
along the ground.  I looked around briefly and didn't see anybody - I
opened the van doors, lifted her and tossed her into the back.  I went in
after her and unwound a coil of thick rope I'd left there to tie her ankles
together. Then I pulled her wrists behind her and looped them together
pulling her ankles up to meet her wrists, hogtie style.  She started to
come around so I punched her face as hard as I could and stuffed a thick
washcloth in her mouth.  I didn't want the pig's screams waking up the
neighbors or alerting the cops.  Her nose bled down on her stuffed lips as
I wrapped another stretch of rope around her head.  She was whining weakly,
another trickle of blood spilling from her platinum hair down her forehead,
her pretty blue eyes dazed and half-shut.  I wanted to take the crowbar to
her skull and finish her right then but I held back.  This bitch was gonna
give me a lot more than a quick cheap thrill.  She was prime fuckmeat and
prime fuckmeat needs the butcher's special handling.
   I knelt on her shoulders and unzipped my jeans to pull my prick out.
   It was swollen, hard, ready for action.
   I rubbed it on her gagged face, on her forehead, in the blood smearing
it all over her cheeks and eyes.
   "Just a taste, darlin'," I told her softly.  "Just a little taste of
what's comin' your way tonight."
   Then I put my cock back, zipped up, jumped out of the cargo van and shut
the double doors.  I went back to the building and picked up the cunt's
purse and all her shit that had scattered in the foyer.  I picked up her
shoe from the sidewalk and tossed it into the van.  There was no need to
leave loose ends.  Shauna needed to vanish from the face of the planet as
if she never existed.  In my estimation her existence wasn't important
anyway. What was she gonna fuckin' do with her life anyway?  Change the
course of history?  Discover the cure for cancer or some shit?  I don't
think so.  She was a stinking cunt and she'd be a stinking cunt all her
life with no future and no prospects And as she got older and couldn't
sashay her ass anymore she'd either become a parasite on welfare or else
she'd make some poor guy miserable for the rest of his life.
   Shauna was trash and she needed to be taken out.
   That's all.
   Simple really.
   City trash.
   And the best part, like with all my kills, was that no one was even
gonna miss her.  Not a goddamn soul - except maybe the guys at Louie's
who'd wonder where the piece of ass they'd been gawkin' at for a few weeks
had gone.  But they'd soon be distracted by the fresh meat the club would
hire.
   As far as the world was concerned, Shauna was already dead.
   I drove off and headed for the warehouse.
   2.
   I was in an ugly fucking mood and my scumbag captive was gonna pay for
it.
   Stupid fucking cunt.
   After I parked the van in the loading dock at the back of the warehouse
I cut her free of the hogtie and carried her into the dark building.  Once
we were inside I dumped her on the floor and dragged her by her hair to the
freight elevator.  I really love to do that, to yank on their fuckin'
scalps that way.  She lay on her belly half conscious and making gagging
noises.  I kicked her side and told her to shut the fuck up then I shut the
folding doors and pressed the button for the top floor.
   "We're going to the penthouse, slut," I told her.  I put my boot on the
back of her head and pressed her washrag-gagged face against the dirty
elevator floor.  "All the way up - whatta ya think of that?  Huh?  You're
gettin' the special treatment tonight, girl.  Oh yeah.  Special all the
way."
   When the elevator stopped I swung the gates open and hauled her out by
her legs and hoisted her on to a dolly cart.  She was all dirty from being
dragged around and from lying in the back of the van.  Also she had a nasty
bruise on her terrified face where I'd punched her and the blood from the
crowbar smack had dried on her.  Frankly she was starting to look like shit
which was just the way I liked it.  She was gonna look a lot worse when I
got done with her.
   A lot fuckin' worse.
   I wheeled her to the bathroom first.
   Her arms were still bound behind her and her ankles were still roped
together, one shoe on, one shoe gone, her short pink cocktail dress smeared
and ripped, her smooth thighs and legs smeared with dirt.  I cut her ankles
free and pushed her off the dolly cart.
   I swung the cart aside and stood over her.
   "On your feet, scumbag," I told her.
   "Ghh?" she moaned.  The rope that held the washrag in her mouth was so
tight around her head it was leaving an ugly red welt on her cheeks.
   I kicked her ribs hard and she gave out a strangled whimper and looked
up at me, her brows arched.  Stupid bitch was confused.  That was nothing
new.  She'd been confused her whole fucking wasted life.
   "I said get up on your fuckin' feet now."
   Her eyes glazed over with tears and she looked up at me pleadingly.
   "Don't you fuckin' speak English?  NOW!"
   I kicked her again.  Harder.
   She snorted and her eyes now flashed with anger and pain but she
struggled up off the floor, her strong legs folded under her then gradually
and unsteadily pushing her up - first on one knee then all the way -
standing precariously and unbalanced on one high heel sandal, her arms tied
behind her.  She banked slightly to the right - toward the barefoot side.
   I reached down and slipped the knife from its sheath on my belt.
   She backed up half a step.
   "Don't you fuckin' move away from me," I snarled at her and grabbed her
by the scoop-top of her pink dress to pull her close.
   She whimpered as I put the blade to the hemline of her skimpy garment
and cut it slowly up the middle.  It clung to her until I tore the two
flaps off pulling the back and down off her bound arms.  I slipped the tip
of the blade under the middle of her bra and slit it in half, her big
red-nippled boobs bouncing free like carnival balloons.  Then I slipped the
knife back into its sheath grabbed the waist-band of her thong and ripped
it off her making her give out a short yelp of surprise.
   Grabbing her by her head I turned her around and pushed her into the
bathroom.  She staggered in ahead of me, her one shoe clattering against
the tiled floor.
   It was an old style men's room with all the original plumbing that had
been put in in the 1940's, two toilets in separate door-less cubicles,
three urinals and four washbasins, the ones with those big silver
faucet-handles, and one long rectangular mirror running the length of the
room above the white porcelain sinks.
   She turned around to look at me.
   "Somethin' you wanna say, pig?" I asked.
   Her eyes were angry.  She was furious and frustrated and scared all at
once.
   "Somethin' you wanna say?" I slapped her left tit hard.  "Huh? 
Somethin' you wanna say?" I slapped it again.  I slapped the other boob.  I
liked the way they bounced like little punching bags, like fuckin'
beachballs.  "Somethin' you wanna say to me, booboo?" Slap.  Slap.  Slap.
   She made a snarling sound and stamped her shoe and shook her head.
   "Whassamatter?  Can't talk?"
   Slapp!
   "Little Shauna got something to say?"
   Slapp!  Slapp!
   "Grgwww!" she wailed.  "NGhhrggww!"
   I'd just been playing with her but now I slapped her across her face
hard, turning her head and I grabbed her by her shoulder before she could
topple to the floor.  When I took her by the chin I saw that some of the
fight had been knocked out of her - but not all of it.  I liked that.
   I really fuckin' liked that.
   "Listen to me, pig," I told her moving in close.  "You're gonna get on
your knees right there -" I pointed at the floor in front of the urinal. 
"And I'm gonna piss all over you, understand?"
   "Gwwhh!  Ngh!  Nghwwwrrr!"
   I slapped her hard this time giving her the back of my hand and I let
her stumble and fall against the wall.
   "Get up," I ordered.
   She was crying, hanging her head, gag-sobbing.
   I grabbed her by her tangled platinum hair and yanked her up.
   "I said GET UP, BITCH!"
   She staggered up on her feet and I pushed her up agains the wall to
gutpunch her a few times first her firm flat belly and then her shaved
pussymound, three times in each spot, hard swift powerslams.
   I stepped back and let her mull on that for a few moments.
   She stood shaking, sobbing, half doubled over, hands still bound tightly
behind her, facing away from me, a line of fresh blood dripping from her
gagged lips.
   I watched her in the mirror for a few seconds then moved in, swung her
around and punched her again, five times.
   "Want more?" I asked.
   "Ghw!  Nwhh!" she sobbed, shaking her head, still looking at the floor.
   "Good.  So since you got nothin' to say get on your fuckin' knees just
how I told you.  I got a full tank for ya."
   It took her almost a full minute but she slid down and crawled on her
knees to the spot I'd shown her.
   She rose up like a prayerful worshipper, her eyes still downcast, her
shoulders shaking with sobs.
   "That's more like it," I told her unzipping my fly.
   "Stupid cunt."
   My cock was hard from the good time I was having with her and I wasn't
sure I'd be able to piss through it but after a couple of seconds I felt
the floodgates opening.
   "Ahh, yeahh," I moaned and aimed the thick hot gush right at her stupid
face.  I looked at our reflection in the mirror, Shauna and I, dominant
male and bound, defeated female, pisser and piss-taker, victim and
predator.
   We made a nice picture.
   She made muted sounds of disgust and tried to turn away.
   "Don't do that!  Look at me.  Yes.  That's right.  Look up at me,
sweetheart. Mmm.  Yess.  That's right.  Good cunt.  Good whore.  Just like
that.  Take it on your face, bunnycakes.  Mmmm.  Yeahh.  You know you love
it, don't you?  Back up a little bit.  Yeah.  Into the urinal.  Lean your
head back into it.  Back.  Back.  A little more.  You see?  Isn't that
nice? That's where you belong.  Don't you feel it?  Yes you do.  Of course
you do.  You're a little piss slut, aren't you?  Yes you are.  Mmm- hmmm. A
goddamn little piss slut."
   She was sobbing louder, her bound well-manicured hands opening and
closing behind her as she tilted backward.
   I pissed into the washcloth gag until it was soaked inside her mouth.
   "Yes.  Mmmm.  Very nice.  And if you're a good girl tonight you'll get
to see what my shit tastes like.  Yes you will.  Yes you will.  That'll be
a special treat for Shauna, won't it?  To eat a nice big helping of Rick's
hot stinking shitpie.  Keep your face up!  Stupid cunt!  You're gonna do a
lot of things tonight you've never fuckin' done before, I guaran-fuckin'tee
it."
   When I finished I stepped up to her and wiped the last few drops off on
her hair and eyebrows wiping away what was left of the dried up blood from
the cut in her scalp.  Then I put my cock back in my pants and took my
knife. I reached down to cut her arms free.  I loosened the rope around her
head and she pushed the piss soaked rag out of her mouth.  It plopped down
on her thighs.
   "Ghaghhh!" she gasped.  "Ughwhh - gww - ghhwhh - ggh -" she was getting
ready to vomit, her body arched her head thrusting down and forward.
   I sheathed my knife and stepped back to watch her puke, one short heave
and then two long ones that drained whatever she'd eaten that night right
out of her guts and on to my bathroom floor.
   When she finished she stayed doubled over, her hands gripping her
thighs. She was trying to catch her breath, wide-mouthed, small shivers
running through her.  I knew she was humiliated beyond words just like she
needed to be.
   "Lie in it," I said softly.
   She looked up at me in horror and disbelief.
   I love that look on a bimbo's face - its so fucking beautiful.
   "You heard me.  Lie down in your vomit.  Do it and do it now or I'll
kill you right here."
   She started crying again.
   "Pleease," she groaned.  "Ohh Godd pleeease."
   I pulled my knife out.
   "Oh God -" she blurted.  "Oh no - no - ok - ok - ok - I'll do it.  I'll
do anything you say - please - anything -"
   "Whore.  You spend every night with your painted up face and your slutty
naked body up on stage getting men hard - spreading your legs to show them
your cunt and your ass - teasing them - well now you're gonna pay for it.
I'm gonna make you pay for it.  In spades...Now lie in that puke and rub
yourself in it, you stupid goddamn whore - get it all over you - Down. 
Yeah.  That's right.  Down on the floor like the pig you are.  Smear that
shit all on your fuckin' tits.  Did you pay a lot for those tits?  Huh? 
Paid a lot for em? Well too bad you're gonna lose em tonight, cuntface. 
Keep rubbing yourself in that puke!  Did I tell you to stop?  Get your face
in it!  Yeah that's right your fucking face!  I'm gonna stand on your back
now and you better not fuckin' move - you hear me?"
   "- y-yes - Oh God - yes - don't hurt me - please - don't hurt me -"
   "I'm gonna fuckin' stand up on you, bitch.  Stand on you just like I
stand on the goddamn floor.  You're gonna be the floor for me scumbag."
   I sheathed my knife and took one step, booted right foot first, then my
left, climbing on to her shoulderblades, crushing her against the
vomit-covered tiles.
   "Don't you move.  You just stay right there.  Yes.  Get your face in
that vomit. Lick it up."
   I slid down into a crouch to make it as uncomfortable for my captive
slut as I could as she moved her face against the floor.
   There was a chance her spinal column might snap.  After all I weighed in
at two hundred and thirty five pounds but I had a feeling she could take
it. She could take this and a lot more.  She was a strong fuckin' cowcunt.
   "Carry me, princess," I said softly.  "Carry my weight and suffer."
   She was gasping for air.
   We stayed like that for a while, a long while, she sobbing under me,
trying to lick up the slobbery bile-soggy multi-colored chunks of
half-digested food while I just crouched there slowly letting the minutes
slip away, saying nothing to her but only now and then jabbing my boots
into her, tip and heel, rocking a bit, letting her know who was on top
tonight.
   Then I stepped off her and she rolled on to her side.
   The front of her body, her face and hair were smeared with puke - As I
looked down at her she crumpled into a fetal position and began to piss
herself.
   "Pig," I said.  "Filthy, good for nothing, scumbag pig...  Come on.  I'm
gonna wash you clean.  Follow me.  No, don't you get up.  You're gonna
crawl on all fours behind me like the pig you are."
   I grabbed her head and led her trough the doorway opposite the toilet
stalls and into the shower room.
   The room was twenty feet by thirty feet.  Six shower spigots projected
from a white-tiled wall.  The floor too was tiled and the walls and there
were three drain holes in the center where the floor angled down away from
the the shower spigots.  I guessed that at one time the bathroom outside
and the showers had been used by employees of the warehouse, or whatever
this building had been.  It was one of the features that had sold me when
I'd first seen it. I knew instantly I'd be able to have some nice
slaughter-orgies here.  Very nice ones - and I had.  Many young women had
screamed their last agony in the reverberant room.  Young women and even an
underage teenie slut or two.
   But Shauna wasn't going to go out that easily.  No.  Shauna needed to
pay an extreme price.  She needed to take me to a new high.
   Still I wanted to enjoy her for a bit, clean her up, use her, fuck her,
maybe cut her up a bit - yeah.  Blood and steamy water always make for such
a nice turn on.
   I loosened my shoelaces.  kicked my boots off and began to strip in
front of her as she knelt watching me, puke-smeared and beaten.
   I suspected there would be very little resistance from her from this
point on.  She was well on her way to complete subservience and obedience -
that place where women of her kind most perfectly belong and feel so at
home in.
   Slipping the belt and knife-sheath off my jeans I buckled it around my
bare abdomen, tight around my waist.  I kicked my clothes against the wall
by the door and moved across the room to the control faucet-knob.
   "C'mere," I ordered and she followed like a dog.
   3.
   The water hissed and spurted from the six spigots instantly soaking
Shauna and me, she startled by the loud sound and then by the sensation of
hot steamy moisture on her skin as she knelt beside me.
   The hot spray washed away the puke and dirt from my captive.  She still
wore one high-heel glitter sandal, the last remnant of her slutty stripper
bar life.  Her skin gleamed, her big tits still flushed red from my
slapping.
   Shauna had perfect fucking skin.  It had glistened like satin under the
spinning colored lights at Louie's.  Now it gleamed wetly.  Her skin was
snow-white and creamy and she had a birthmark on one shoulder and a
spiraling tatoo on the other. My boots had left dark mottled imprints on
her back, each detailed line of the hard rubber soles and heels etched into
her in reddish patterns.  Shauna was a beautiful fucking pig - beautiful
and tacky - desirable and disgusting - the brightness of her blue eyes
somewhat muted now - hert platinum mane soaked and sticking to her cheeks
and forehead.  She was a fuck-cow.  My fuck-cow.  And I was ready to claim
her.  I had already claimed a small part of her.  Now I needed more.
   I stepped up to her slow stroking my prick.
   She looked up at me in humbled terror.
   "If you please me, I'll let you go," I lied.
   I always told them that.  It got them to cooperate early on.
   She nodded and leaned forward, mouth wide.
   "Ask for it, pig.  Say: Please fuck my mouth, sir."
   She looked up at me stupidly.
   "Say it or I'll hit you again."
   "Ok - ok - please - please f-fuck my mouth, s-sir."
   Bitch knew the score now, she was gonna be real obedient from here on
in.
   "That's better...open wide...come on, Shauna...wider than that...I wanna
give you what you asked for.  Help me out."
   The showerheads made a whooshing noise in the cloistered tiled room.
   The sensations of the warm water and the slut's mouth on my cock as she
cupped me in her lips were delicious.  I moaned softly as she began to bob
back and forth on my shaft.  The bitch was a pro.  She knew how to suck. 
Stupid bimbo whore.  I hated her with every fibre of my being and the
hatred only made me harder and more vicious.  I was gonna give this cow
hell.
   Sheer living hell.
   I slid out of her mouth and rubbed my cock on her lips and cheeks then
slid back in pushing up against the roof of her mouth and into the back of
her throat.
   "Squeeze my balls," I told her.
   Her hands reached up instantly.
   "Gently, damn you.  Uhhh.  Yeahh.  That's it rub them nice.  Put your
finger up my ass.  Do it.  Just the one finger.  Ahhh.  Yesss.  Keep
rubbing my balls with your other hand.  Ohh.  Take my prick down your
throat.  Come on.  Take it deep in there.  Choke on me.  Ahh.  Shittt. 
Yesss.  You know what I like, don't you?  Move your finger - mmm - in and
out - yeah - yeah - yeah - lick my balls - lick - lick all up and down on
my cock - you fucking animal pig."
   I spread my legs apart to let her work on me.  Her hand left my balls
and moved up my belly and chest stroking me as she moaned softly, her nails
grazing my flesh.  She continued to fingerfuck me obediently thrusting the
red-painted index of her left hand all the way up to the second joint.  I
could feel that hard fingernail scraping the inside of my rectum sending
shooting stars up my spine.
   "Uhh yeahh that's right - make me hard, pig - come on - get me real real
hard - stroke it while you suck the head - yeah - yeah - just the tip -
lick the tip - ahh yeahh - all over it like that - you stinking pig - you
miserable whore - You like it, don't you?  You like getting a man all riled
up - don't you?  That's what you really like to do, isn't it?"
   "Mmgg!" she said nodding, eyes closed.
   "Put your hands down.  I'm gonna fuck your throat."
   She obeyed and I took her by her shoulders.
   "Open wide, shitface," I grunted.  "Real wide.  C'mon.  That's right.  I
want you to take all of me.  That's what you want, isn't it, pig?  Huh? 
Fucking bitch. That's what you want men to think you want, isn't it?  Well
now you're getting it."
   I pushed my cock down her gullet and her eyes went wide as she looked up
at me.
   "C'mon.  All - of - me.  Don't fight it."
   I pushed past her uvula and into her throathole feeling her larynx
vibrate against my phallus as she gurgled and moaned, her cheeks flushed,
she unable to breathe.  I pinched her nostrils shut just to make sure she'd
get no air and sank my prick as far into her as I could shove it, until her
nose pressed against the pubic tangle in my crotch.
   "Yeah, pigg - now you're getting it -"
   Her hands went up to my thighs and she tried to push me away.
   "Put em down," I ordered.
   She struggled to obey, still looking up at me with those empty blue
eyes, her big boobs rubbing against my knees.
   Her throat made wet clucking noises against the invading head of my
penis.
   "I said put em down - now -"
   She did finally, arms sagging to her sides.  The ropes had left deep red
tracks around her slim wrists and the sight of those marks made my cock
swell full in her throat.
   "That's where you belong," I told her.  "Yeah.  That's right.  Right
there.  Full of me.  Don't you fuckin' move.  Choke on me.  Stupid cunt. 
Stupid piss slut.  Stupid animal cunt."
   Releasing her shoulder I unsheathed my knife.
   The showerspray spattered on the silvery blade.
   She whined in terror.
   "Just stay still," I told her.  "I just want a little blood out of you
for now...just a little blood from those big pretty ta-tas..."
   I released her nostrils and let her get a gasp of air then pressed them
shut again drawing her up against me.  Her eyes followed my knife as I
pressed the sharp tip of the jagged hunting weapon into the top of her
luscious boob. Slowly I cut a thin line from her chest to her nipple which
now stood burstingly erect.  The steamy water rained down and carried the
trickle of blood down her chest and belly.
   "Mmmm," I moaned smiling.  "Now the other..."
   I cut her other breast from left to right instead of from the top down.
   I'd thought about doing this to her when I'd watched her dance - this
and more - and she'd looked right at me and smiled back at Louie's - smiled
while my eyes explored her offered nakedness, clueless as to my true
intentions.
   Now she continued to whine and to look up at me all flushed, all full of
me, her jaw stretched to its limit, her lips sealed around my shaft, her
wet hair smeared over her face and cheeks.  She probably didn't even
remember seeing me at Louie's.  I'd been just another hungry face in the
shadows.  But mine would be the last face she would ever see in this
life...
   Gently I teased her nipples with the knife tip smiling down at her.
   "Wanna see what it feels like?" I said.  "Huh?  Wanna see what its like
to lose those pretty nipples?"
   "Gh!" she grunted trying to shake her head, her eyes pleading with me.
   I released her nostrils and gripped her hair.
   "You'll find out later, bitch," I told her.  "Right now I want you to
fuck me in your throat with all you got.  You hear me?"
   She looked confused and relieved all at once - but my knife wasn't
sheathed yet.
   "C'mon, suck me," I growled and sliced a cut across her shoulder, down
through the blue spiral tattoo in her upper arm.  "Give me what I want. 
Please me."
   She gave out a cry of surprise and began bobbing her head on me.  I
guided her back and forth on my shaft, my fingers tangled in her wet scalp.
I put a couple of more cuts across her upper arms and both shoulders.
   "Give me your hands," I ordered.  "And don't stop sucking.  C'mon.  Show
me how much you fuckin' love me."
   She reached up and I sliced thin cuts in her palms and in her fingertips
as she sobbed still obediently fellating me.
   "You stupid bimbofuck - rub my balls now.  I want to feel your blood on
me. Mmmm - yeahh - that's it - nice and slow - uhh - you're such a filthy
fucking whore - giving pleasure right to the end - yeahh - that's the way
it should be - stupid goddamn cunt...that's all you're good for..."
   The feel of her throat and the sight of her rope-marked wrists and
ankles and bloody hands dripping on my thighs was taking me to a high
point. I needed more from her now.
   I fought the urge to slice her throat open and instead drew back,
pulling my cock from her mouth.  I sheathed my knife, drew back and punched
her unexpectedly, clipping her across her chin and sending her flying
backward across the wet tiled floor.
   Sliding down to my knees I grabbed her thighs.
   "Open up, pig," I told her as she looked up at me in a daze.  "I'm gonna
fuck you."
   Her body responded almost automatically.  If there was one thing Shauna
knew it was how to get in the right position for a man.  She'd had lots of
training for that.
   "Get your legs up.  Spread em.  Wide.  C'mon.  Wider!  Fucking whore. 
Hold those fucking legs up for me.  I want that pussy wide open for me."
   "Pleeze -" she wheezed sobbingly.  "Ohh Godd - pleeze - don't kill me -
don't kill me - pleeze - don't kill me -"
   I knelt right up against her and pressed my engorged prick to her shaved
cuntslit.
   "I am gonna kill you, cunt.  But right now I'm gonna fuck you and I
wanna hear you beg for it."
   She was still sobbing and babbling so I slapped her viciously.
   "I said BEG FOR IT!"
   For a moment she lay there still sobbing, looking up at me, holding her
fine dancer legs up in the air, one foot still shod in that tacky glitter
sandal, the steamy water trickling down her upraised limbs, raining down on
both of us.  Then she whimpered softly:
   "Pleze - fuck me - sir -"
   "That's more like it, pig."
   I gripped her hips and shoved my aching prick into Shauna's trembling
body.  Incredibly, and though her cuntal sheath was tight, she was wet and
hot inside - probably a result of her fear.  I'd discovered that some
women, specially trash like Shauna, got wet when they were scared.  For
this kind of slut being afraid was like being turned on.  Maybe it was some
kind of instinct.  Like they were primed for rape.  Sluts like Shauna were
meant to be rapemeat for men like me.  I enjoyed that.  It was like nature
had given me an edge.  Or maybe I was like a built in population control
circuit.  Guys like me were wired to take down whore meat and keep the
census numbers down.  Whatever it was it felt fucking awesome.  Always.
   I fucked her pitilessly, slamming her down into the wet floor, making
her buttcheeks splash and squeak on the tiles as her legs wrapped around my
waist.
   "Scumbag!  Pig!" I railed angrily.  I always got furious when I fucked
my prey.  It might be because they felt so nice on the end of my prick and
that only made me hate them all the more.
   I kissed Shauna, deep-tongued her throat, slapped her, bit her lips and
cheeks and ears and spit in her mouth and in her eyes.  I choked her and
slammed her head against the hard floor and punched her until her nose bled
and her eyes went slightly glassy.
   "Keep those legs up high!" I barked at her as I slid out of her cunt and
pushed my cockhead up to her anus.  "Keep em up there for me!"
   I sounded like a goddamn Marine sergeant at damn boot camp.
   She did exactly as I told her - most sluts do when the game's gone this
far - her bloodied hands cupped under her calves, her toes pointing at the
ceiling - one foot bare the other sandalled - the glitter almost completely
washed off the tacky shoe.
   She screamed as I pushed up her asshole but I knew she was no virgin in
that department because her sphincter yielded to my assault knowingly and
once I was up her rectum I started in on her again - tit-slapping her until
the cuts I'd put on her bled some more - face-slapping her silly -
gut-punching her - using my bimbo captive well - getting the most bang for
my buck.
   When it got a bit dry and hard inside her I stopped thrusting and
relaxed, leaned back, closed my eyes and let the sensation of the warm
showerspray spattering my body overtake me.  I smiled as nature took its
course and soon I was emptying my bladder for the second time that night,
this time inside Shauna's rectal passage, making her insides ripple softly
against me as she sobbed with the disgusting sensation.  Soon she was slick
and smooth and dripping and easy to fuck again.  I began pumping and
thrusting again, harder than before.  I enjoyed being up to the hilt, up to
my balls in Shuna's asshole.  Being in a slut's tight hot shitchute after
I'd pissed in it was always a sensation of total control, total destructive
possessiveness.  Being up their ass, urinating in there, was tantamount to
owning them for keeps and it made most of them - just like Shauna now - cry
like little children.
   Nothing in the fucking world gave me more pleasure than that kind of
crying.  The tears of surrender, of lost hope, of abandonment.  I lived for
such moments and I plowed into my sobbing slut with brutal pleasure until I
felt the familiar surging heat at the base of my balls.
   "I'm gonna cum up your ass," I told her as I pounded into her, my hands
wrapping tight around her slender neck.  "Uhhh - choke for me - c'mon piggy
- choke - choke - Don't let go of those fucking legs!  You hold those legs
up there until you fucking die if you have to you goddamn cow!  Ahh -
fffucckk - yeahh - stupid - goddamn - bbitchh - uhhh!  Nhhhhh!"
   My belly tightened and the pleasure exploded all the way through my cock
as I shot my wad into Shauna's guts.  Pissing and then cumming - that was
always the best of the best for me - marvelous release - I pressed as far
up her as I could, my balls squeezed against her buttocks, my cockhead
buried in soft urine- soaked shit, as I leaned down and looked into her
teardrowned eyes and her choking face.  The steamy shower streams thrummed
against my back and I reveled in the waves of manly pleasure that moved
through me finally releasing Shauna just as she started to pass out, her
legs thumping down to the wet floor on either side of me, her body sagging
inertly.
   I pulled my shit-smeared prick out of her leaking anus, rose up and
crouched over her as she regained consciousness - crouched over her face,
wiping my cock clean on her cheeks, pressing my asshole against her lovely
lips and nose, rubbing myself on her until a stinking fart exploded from my
bowels.
   "I'm working on that nice hot load I promised you, pig," I told her
farting on her face again as she began to sob mutedly.  "You're in for a
real fuckin' treat tonight you stupid bimbo fuck - yeahh - Rick's blue
plate special's waitin' for ya like I said before - oh and by the way - I
don't know if anybody's ever told you but you're a terrible fuck - yeah -
didn't satisfy me one bit, bunnycakes.  Yeah. On a scale of one to ten,
minus five.  Hm-hmm.  So ole Rick's gonna have to look for other pleasures
with your nice booty - can't let it go to waste now can we?"
   I farted on her one last time before I rose up and stood over her.
   All the farting had started my bowels churning and I knew what was
coming next.
   "Up on your fuckin' knees, bitch!" I told her.  "And hold both your
hands out in front of you.  Come on.  Cup em.  That's right."
   I turned my back to her and crouched slightly positioning my ass over
her bloodied knife-cut out-reaching hands.
   "Ahhh - here it comes, scumbag - get as much of it as you can hold - you
hear me?"
   "Yes sir - yes -"
   The hot thick muck pushed slowly out of me, squeezed out deliciously in
hard thick lumps that glopped into Shauna's waiting fingers.
   "Uhhh - yeahh -" I groaned with the pleasure of defecating.  I loved to
shit on a woman, specially one I'd beaten, cut, raped and pissed on
already. It was deeply arousing and even though I'd just come I felt heat
and tension tingling in my cock and balls.
   "Hold that in your hands and don't drop it, bitch.  Now move in under
me. Get your face under me.  Your face, cunt!  That's it - that's right -
ah - ah - ahh - yeah - uhhh - ohhh yeahh let it drop down on your fuckin'
face you stupid whore - that's right - uhhh - here it is, goddamn you -"
   I shit on Shauna's pretty sobbing face under the hot spray of the
showerheads.  The spurting water turned my faeces into thick muddy streams
that spilled down the front of her body splashed on her thighs and pooled
under her kneeling legs.
   After a couple of mushy farts I finished emptying myself on her and I
turned to face her.
   "Now eat it, pig," I told her.
   She looked pleadingly up at me.
   "Pleeeze - pleeze -"
   Shit-streams ran from her crap-smeared hair and bruised cheeks down her
long slender neck which was marked from my choking finger-grip.
   Fucking bimbo was a mess.
   But not as messy as where she'd end up.
   "I said - eat it," I told her menacingly, unsheathing my knife.
   "Ok - ok - ok -" she blurted.
   I watched as she raised her cupped hands to her mouth.  I'd made sure
the hardest turds, the first ones to emerge from my intestines would be the
ones she'd have to take in her mouth.  The water spray would not easily
crumble those away.
   Slowly and gingerly Shauna, my shit-eating slut captive, raised her
pretty crap-filled hands to her face and began to take my faeces into her
sexy red-painted mouth, a look of endearing tearful disgust on her lovely
blue-eyed face.
   "Chew it and swallow it," I told her, watching her closely, already
fully erect and stroking myself.  "Its what a slut like you deserves.  Its
the perfect reward- treat for an animal cunt like you - that's right - eat
my shit, scumbag - eat it all -"
   A couple of times she almost puked but since she'd already puked herself
out earlier she probably found it easier to obey me and indulge my sick
pleasure making odd strangled noises in her throat each time she gulped
down a mouthful.  One of those choking moments brought twin dark shit
streams from her nostrils and she had to fight to keep from regurgitating
what she'd already consumed.  I think my unsheathed knife served to keep
her on track as far as completing my request.  She knew that whatever she
puked back up she'd have to swallow again.  She probably figured as bad as
it was - it could only be worse to have to do it twice - or to feel that
sharp blade on her wet skin...
   When she was finished I made her lick my asshole clean and after a
little while under the hot showerspray the shit was mostly washed away from
both of us although the stench hung in the room for a while.
   "Now get up and bend over," I told her.
   I wanted to fuck her on her feet.  I wanted to see her tottering on that
stupid shoe in front of me, my cock up her cunt while I thought about what
I would do to her next.
   She drew herself up and as instructed bent forward, her hands on her
knees, her strong legs far apart, off balanced by the one high-heel sandal,
thigh-muscles rippling for balance, one bare foot forced to arch against
the tiled shit-spattered floor.  I sheathed my knife, stepped up behind her
and put my cock to her swollen labia.
   She began crying softly as I pushed into her.
   "Tell me you love me," I growled.  "You hear me, pig?  Go on.  Tell me."
   "Uhh - I - I - l-love y-you - ghh - lo-love you, sir -"
   "Stupid whore," I told her meanly as I fucked her, gripping her by her
firm hipbones.  "I'm gonna cut your heart out and eat it.  You hear me?"
   "Yess - yess sir -"
   "Cut your heart out and eat it you stupid bimbofuckk -"
   And I was pretty sure that's exactly what I would do.
   But only after I'd had lots of fun with her.
   I mean that's what a girl like Shauna is built for, right guys?
   For us to have our fun.
   4.
   The fucking didn't last long.  I was too riled up.  The night had gone
on too far already.  I was getting hungry for cuntblood.
   The fucking evolved into another brutal beating.
   I used Shauna for a punching bag, got er up against the tiled wall and
rammed my fists into her guts until she shit and pissed blood.  Then I
rammed my knees into her cunt and face-punched her as she knelt in front of
me staggering.
   I needed to really hurt her now.  I needed to see her in a lot of pain.
   I shut off the water-spray, hauled her up on her feet and dragged her
out of the showers past the bathroom and back out to the warehouse.
   She was half out of it by then and didn't fight me when I pulled her to
the dangling cuff-chain, bound her wrists in black leather and hoisted her
arms up until she was forced to stand tippy-toe, dripping wet, still on one
high heel sandal.
   Her head tilted back, neck stretched, and she looked despondently up at
her trapped hands, her face marred by the dark hues of bruises, both eyes
slightly swollen and half shut, her lips cut, split, spilling bloodlines. A
slut is so beautiful all beaten up like that, isn't she guys?  So much more
beautiful that way, used and broken and helpless.
   While she hung there I got my video-cam which was on a tripod, aimed it
at her, turned it on and went across the room to the old metal cabinet.
   I opened the squeaky swinging doors and I reached for the black ski mask
that hung from a hook inside.  I would wear that mask not just because I
obviously never wanted my face on any video recording of my little parties'
but also, honestly, because it gave me a feeling of deep sadistic power. 
Wearing that kinky mask made me feel like some kind of masked avenger or
something - a masked cuntkiller - out to rid the world of cheap worthless
slutmeat - out to establish male dominance over female seduction.  Some
stupid shit like that.  I also liked it because it completely terrified my
victims.  When they saw me in that ski mask they knew their fuckin' number
was up.  And that was probably the best reason for wearing it.
   Nothing like a slut who knows her number's up.
   That's when a cunt is at her sexiest for me, when they get that
shattered hopeless look.
   There were several implements of torture in the metal cabinet.  These
were my toys, some bought, some home-made - a nice arsenal for the
destruction of bitchmeat.
   I chose a simple one.
   A five foot long, thin flexible steel rod.
   I wanted Shauna to bleed for me and this was gonna get the job done.
   I turned and moved toward her.
   The beads of water were drying up on my skin in the coolness of the
large room but Shauna still sparkled moistly.
   She looked up at me all bruised and dazed out, blood from the brutal
punching dripping from her cunt and down her legs.  I'd probably ruptured
her bladder and maybe a couple of other things in her gutbag.  Her eyes
went wide when she saw the mask and the weapon in my hand.
   "Oggh - Godd - noo -" she groaned.
   Just then she looked a little like that fuckpig, Courtney Love - yeah -
old Shauna looked just like the former Kurt Cobain's fuckin' druggie
girlfriend on a bad hair day, fresh out of the shower.
   The dead rocker might have even appreciated the scene I was engaging in.
   It appeared from Kurt's twisted writings that he liked such offbeat
shit.
   Course a drugged out rocker could never put a cunt like Shauna in her
place the same way a healthy pumped-up, clear-headed guy like me could.
   I moved around my sobbing victim swishing the metal rod through the air
menacingly.
   It sounded like the goddamn sword in a Zorro movie.
   She rotated awkwardly, arms upstretched, her one sandalled foot thumping
against the floorboards as she tracked me, the other one wet and slippery,
leaving moisture prints on the wood.
   "I'm gonna beat the fucking shit out of you, bunnycakes," I told her. 
"Just for starters."
   "Pleeze don't -" she intoned pointlessly.  "Pleeze no - no more - pleeze
- no more - no more - no more -"
   I circled her a couple of times and came finally to a stop a couple of
feet away from her.
   "Let me go - pleeze - I won't tell - I won't -"
   "Sorry, sweetheart.  You're not going nowhere.  Not tonight.  But let me
ask you this...You like to move your body to music, don't you?"
   "Pleeze - ohh dear Godd - pleeze -"
   "Don't you?  Answer me!"
   "Yes - yessir - yessir -"
   "Well there's not gonna be any more music tonight for you - but you are
gonna move anyway -"
   I waited for a brief moment, picked my target, drew back and swung the
metal rod across the front of Shauna's chunky thighs.
   The whistling swish of the rod ended in a meaty whapp as it struck my
pig-captive's legs.
   "Aaaoowww!"
   "Move for me," I said flatly and swung again, hitting her just below the
first cut but still well enough above her pretty knees.
   She moved alright.  Fuckin' cow was a natural which is why whoever
auditioned the dance-meat for Louie's had hired her.  Only her movement now
was not inspired by some thumping music track but by the savage steely swat
of my steel rod.  She screamed beautifully and desperately each time I
struck her and she would yank down against the chain that held her
suspended, sometimes lifting one leg off the ground, sometimes both to hang
there for me before the next savage cut.  She would twist away from me but
I would simply move to face her again, whipping just the front of those
meaty whorelegs, between the hips and the knees, sometimes angling the rod
so that it swished in between both limbs into the creamy sensitive inner
thighs.  Shauna's dancing was much more inspired now, much more authentic
than it had been at Louie's, or anywhere else for that matter, I thought.
She rocked on her hips and bounced with short dog- yelps as I beat her.
   "Nice," I breathed into the mask raising my arm high to swing each time.
   I felt myself working up a sweat.
   "Oh yeah - real fuckin' nice - Face me, pig!  Don't swing away!  That's
right.  Lovely.  Good one.  Ohh yeah."
   "Pleeze!  Aooww!  Ohh Godd sirr pleeze!  Aoowww!  Noo!  Eahhh!  Noo!"
   Shauna was bleeding down her legs and I had barely started.
   I stroked myself as I beat her now slicing at her slender calves and
ankles as she danced and swung and jerked around before me.
   "Stand still!  Press your legs together - I wanna whip both calves at
the same time - Yeah.  Just like that.  Just like that.  Don't fuckin'
move!"
   Taking my time I struck twenty six blows across her meaty calve-flesh
between the knee-hollows and her heels and made her count each one for me,
her voice rising to a trembling shriek as I hit her harder and harder.  I
loved the way the steel rod sounded as it smacked into firm womanmeat. 
Twenty seven was a fierce slash across both kneehollows which tore skin and
left a deep bleeding gouge-stripe as Shauna pulled against the chain, bent
her legs up off the floor, and tossed her head and screamed ceaselessly for
nearly three minutes.
   I stopped beating her and stood there watching her still writhing and
twisting, the chain rattling against the pulley overhead, until she calmed
down, quieted down, still sobbing, anxiously looking up at me as I prowled
around her.
   "Pleeze -" she moaned.  Forced to stand on her toes she kept shifting
her weight from the barefoot leg to the sandalled leg.  "I w-won't tell - I
won't - I won't - won't - whh -"
   Blood snaked down the inside of her legs and around her heels and
dripped to the floor.
   "Fuck you," I hissed coming to a stop directly in front of her.  "Spread
open for it."
   "Nooo - nooo - nooo -"
   "Spread your fucking legs you stupid whore or I'll just cut your pussy
out of you RIGHT now."
   "Pleeeeeze!  - whyy?  Why do you want to hurt me like thiss - whyy?"
   I unsheathed my knife to show her I meant business.
   "Never mind the goddamn philosophy, pig.  You've got five seconds or you
lose your cunt.  What's it gonna be?"
   Still crying, hanging her head, she drew her legs apart slowly.
   "That's better...wide, bitch...  as wide as you can get em...mm-hmm -
very nice - and don't close em.  I'm gonna fuck you up, understand?  Gonna
tear that pussy to pieces and you're gonna stand there and take it.  Gonna
give you what you deserve you piece of shit - you're gonna take it on your
cunt - its been a long time coming but its here...hold still, scumbag... 
nice and still..."
   What a thrill, right?  To beat the cunt you've fucked.
   I sheathed my blade and brought the rod up to her shaved slit-mound, up
from the ground between her legs, touching it to her, taking aim, planning
my swing.  She flinched slightly to the sensation of cold steel against
tepid twatflesh.
   "Ready?" I asked her.
   She trembled and made an odd whining sound in her throat.
   "I said are you READY?  Remember if you close your legs you lose your
cunt, bitch.  I'll cut it out of you.  Now tell me if you're ready for the
rod or not."
   She bit her lower lip to stifle her sobbing.
   "I'm - ready -" she said in a small girlish voice.
   "Good deal," I replied and without warning I swung the rod up as hard as
I could into her pink-lipped womanmeat.
   She made a high squeaky noise and her head came up, her eyes now looking
blankly into mine.
   "Don't you close those legs," I warned and slammed the steel rod up
against her twat.
   "You hear me?"
   I swung up into her.
   "Don't close em."
   I swung harder.
   Her body tensed and she rocked on her heels but held her ground.
   "Very nice," I commented and swung again.
   Her mouth gaped open, she still squealing, a gush of saliva spilling
from her lips, her eyes rolling upward slightly, her jaw quivering, as she
came forward up off her heels and up high on her toes.
   I struck at her taking my time between cuts - Whpp!  Whpp!  Whpp!  -
enjoying the meaty sound of the rod's impact - and eventually her squeal
broadened into a full-titted womanscream of agony, her head angling back.
   "Don't fucking move!  Don't close those FUCKING LEGS!" I shouted moving
around her to whip up at her from behind watching her big creamy asscheeks
bounce and jiggle like cream-custards to each cut - Whpp!  Whpp!  Whpp!.
   "Yeahh!  Yeahh!  Keep em WIDE open for me!  WIDE open!"
   By then she was bleeding nicely, from the inside and from the cuts I was
putting on her.
   "You won't be teasing anybody with that filthy slit ever again, bitch!"
   There was blood on my steel rod from her torn up cunt.
   "Will you?  - Huh?  - Huh?"
   I came around in front of her again and delivered twenty more.
   "Never again."
   Went around and gave her ten.
   "Not so pretty to look at anymore, is it?"
   Came back and gave her the last three - slowing down the rhythm -
intensifying each impact -
   WHPP!
   WHHPPP!
   WHHHPPPP!
   After the last blow she made a funny choking gurgly sound.
   "Ok, pig - don't need your pussy anymore for right now," I told her.
   Instantly she pressed her thighs together, now screaming and sobbing
fitfully.
   She stood on one leg, the high-heeled leg, the other one angled, bare
foot twisted around the standing leg's calf, so that she resembled some
kind of graceful trapped bird, perched, helpless, shaking, blood spewing
from her battered sex.
   While she stood like that I began to whip her back and her sides, full
force slice-cuts that made the steel rod cut deep.
   She screeched and howled with crazed fury.  She pleaded with me and
cursed and shrieked and asked why and did all the stupid shit bimbo cunts
do when the torture reaches that unbearable edge.  I just went on and on
like a goddamn machine - a black-masked avenging machine - unstoppable -
relentless.
   For a while I focused on her legs again and on her belly, striping my
helpless bitch with bloodcuts.  Then I returned to her back and her ass,
venting my fury on her meat for a good twenty plus minutes.
   Finally I tossed the steel rod on the floor and stepped up to her.
   I caressed her beaten, cut-up flesh.
   Isn't it nice the way a whore's skin feels when its all torn to shit?
   I sure do fucking love it.
   I ran my hands up and down all over her.
   I fondled her bloody swollen cunt and spit in her mouth and made her
swallow it.
   "I wanna fuck you again," I told her.  "I like to fuck a cunt when its
all cut up like that - it feels real nice -"
   My hands were smeared with her blood.
   I strode back to the metal cabinet.
   "Yeah, pig.  I wanna fuck you.  But not just with my cock.  Naw.  You
need worse now."
   The steel-barbed dildo hung from its strap-cord in the cabinet.  I took
it and walked back toward her to show it to her.
   "Think I'm gonna use this.  What do you think?  You like that idea? Huh?
What do you think, pig?  I think this'll do just fine.  Don't you?  You're
gonna love it.  You'll see."
   She shook her head, bawling, as I bound the strap-cord around my waist
over the belt-strap that held my knife-sheath and slid my massive erection
into the soft rubbery core of the barbed appendage.
   "Your cunt's beggin' for it bitch - just beggin' for it - you're just
too stupid to realize it..."
   The torture dildo was sixteen inches long and two inches thick.
   It was a real bimbo killing tool.
   One of my fucking personal favorites.
   Now I needed Shauna dear up off her feet and spread open for me.
   5.
   When things got to this point I was in my true element - all the rest of
my life was bullshit - the business, the investments, the day-to-day shit -
all of it disappeared.
   I mean, I was a pretty busy guy during the week.  It wasn't easy to run
the warehouse operation and the two restaurants downtown.  My life was
pretty much non-stop work most of the time.
   That's why I needed my little parties.  I needed to relax and let all
the goddamn frustration out.  You know how that shit goes, guys.  And I
needed to know I was doing something good for the world.
   Stamping out slut-vermin was a true calling, a righteous vocation - it
was also a lot of fucking fun for me.  I won't deny I enjoyed it.  I guess
to say I enjoyed it was putting it mildly.
   This shit was fucking primal.
   It was cleansing.
   While Shauna still hung by her wrists I roped both her tits in tight
strangling loops until they coned out of her, dark purple.  I slipped two
hooks to these loops from overhead lines, pulled her legs open and cuffed
them to dangling chains then hoisted her up so that she hung by her jugs
and ankles in a floating sitting position, whimpering and writhing as I let
down the chain that held her arms above her.  I wound a rubber bondage
collar around her neck chokingly tight and released her arms from the
overhead chain.  The collar had o' rings on either side and I cuffed her
wrists to it so that her hands dangled on either side of her suffering
face. To complete my bimbo's final climactic bondage scene I stuffed a huge
red ball-gag in her mouth and strapped it tight around her neck.  Then I
put a fresh tape in the video-cam.  Didn't want to miss any of the upcoming
action.
   I rolled the torture cart up beside her.
   This cart was one of my favorite toys.  It was actually the kind of cart
used in auto repair places - the metal ones where the greasemonkeys keep
their tools and shit.  Mine had several nifty devices on it.  A hot plate.
A battery.  It had plenty of tools too.
   Plenty of interesting and useful tools.
   I laid some framing nails on the hotplate and switched it on while
Shauna watched.
   Its nice when the kill-slut is forced to watch the preparations, don't
you think guys?  Its nice when they're the ones forced to watch instead of
us - watching them and wanting them while they laugh at us.  Yeah.  I like
to turn tables on them like that.
   The hotplate began to glow red hot.
   Shauna tried to say something to me but I wasn't paying much attention
and anyway all that came out was garbled incoherently by the ball gag.
   "I'm gonna hurt you, bunnycakes," I told her.  "Hurt you bad.  So just
shut the fuck up and take it and save your breath.  You're gonna fuckin'
need it."
   She started crying and her cuffed hands shook, the metal hooks rattling
the o' rings on her collar.
   Now she knew she was in for it.
   When the framing nails were smoldering I picked one up in a pair of
pliars.
   To me there's nothing more beautiful than planting hot searing metal in
soft beaten whoremeat.  Gripping each nail by its head I planted ten of
them in each of Shauna's aureolae, right around her nipples.  I showed her
each one before driving it into her, waved it in front of those stupid blue
eyes.  I put twenty more in each tit, pushing them up from underneath or
down from above.  Because her tits were bound up tight the pain of each
burn-piercing must have been absolutely intolerable and her shrieks were
frenetic.  Each bit of pain I gave her made my balls swell - my cock
throbbed inside the barbed-dildo's inner sleeve.
   I put fifteen hot nails in her pussymound, driving each one in to the
hilt.
   I put three in each of her ears, ripping right through the soft downy
shell of her lobes.
   I pressed one, sizzling, through her nostrils.
   Then I moved to her pretty feet.
   I undid the clasp of the strap that held her one high heel sandal still
in place and slipped the shoe off her limb.
   Under each red-painted toenail I pushed the tiny steel spikes, pushing
down deep into the meat under the nails of both feet until Shauna wailed
and jerked, kicked against the suspension ropes like a frazzled puppet.
   I put two more hot framing nails in each toe, stabbing into the fleshy
vulnerable meat, my mouth watering as her flesh smouldered and burned.
   Then I picked up the steel rod from the floor where I'd dropped it
earlier and began to whip her tender footsoles with savage swipes that tore
the soft flesh open.
   I lost count of how many times I hit my killslut's feet but I knew she'd
never be dancing again - or even walking for that matter.
   When I was done I let her hang there for a couple of minutes watching
her, getting myself ready for the next part.
   I'd hung her at just the right height and I moved in now between her
legs to position the barbed dildo right up to her beaten, bloodslashed
cuntslit.
   "Ready, pig?" I asked her.  I never neglected to ask a bimbo that
question at crucial junctures.  It was important to have their attention
and where possible their fullest cooperation.
   Her eyes were shimmery pools of terror and pain.
   She bit into the ball-gag and made a muffled unintelligible sound.
   "This is gonna be your last fuck.  Your very last.  So enjoy it."
   Somehow I didn't think she would.
   I went up slightly on my toes and pressed forward.
   Slowly and decisively I began to sink the huge barbed dildo into
Shauna's punished pussyhole.  I looked down to study the progress of the
gruesome penetration.  This was what womanmeat was made for.  I reached
down to peel the rod-slashed labia out of the way of the sixteen-inch
invader.  Cherry red and drooling mucous and blood Shauna's pussy infolded
before me.  I smiled invisibly inside the mask as she began to scream and
rant and shake her head from side to side.
   "Take it," I growled softly.  "Just - take - it.  Learn to love it, pig.
Its all you're gonna get - all you're ever gonna fuckin' get..."
   The knobby prickhead was a bit difficult to push in but once we'd passed
that first obstacle I was sliding into Shauna smoothly and the first seven
inches sank into her twat-gash without too much trouble.
   Right around then I came up against her cervix.
   I sawed back and forth for a few minutes driving her screams to the
limits of shrillness and then I grabbed her head by her nail-pierced ears
and looked right into her eyes through the slits in my ski-mask.
   "I'm gonna break you now," I said simply and thrust hard with my hips.
   It took a few stern pokes but then I felt her insides yield like the
pulpy heart of a fruit.
   I watched her fat lipped mouth go wide around the ball-gag as her cry
rattled deafeningly -
   Her eyes shut tightly.
   The barbed dildo entered her uterus, piledriven.
   Nine more inches to go.  From here on in it was gonna be hard work all
the way.
   After a few more slow grinding centimeters I unsheathed my knife.
   I reached out with my other hand and one by one tugged the framing nails
from her auerolae, pulling them up out of the burned titflesh and tossing
them to the floor.  Her rope-strangled jugs bled from the multiple wounds
and she screamed and babbled, her mouth opening and closing on the ball gag
like a fish hooked up out of the water.
   Carefully I pushed the tip of my knife into one of the bleeding holes
left by the hot nails and slowly sank my blade into her right breast
studying her suffering face.
   Mutilation was the beginning of the end usually for me.  It was
something I deeply enjoyed and usually saved for last and with years of
practice had developed into an artistic skill.  I'd killed many bitches
prematurely until I satarted studying anatomy and physiology and reading up
on medieval torture in the library.  Now I knew how to kill a slut one
little piece at a time - bit by fucking bit...
   As I continued to thrust the barbed dildo into her guts I pressured the
sharp blade of my hunting knife into her bound breast-orb smiling as she
tipped her head back and howled at the ceiling.  When I had the blade in
about an inch and a half I pinched the nipple up in my free hand and began
to slice around it slowly, very very slowly.
   "Feel it, pig," I told her softly as she gasped for air between screams.
   "Feel the pain I give you."
   Continuing to tug at the nipple I cut all the way around, carving in at
an angle until the nub of flesh and the auerola started to gouge up out of
the breast, a gross lump of girlmeat which I eventually plucked from my
screaming babbling victim.
   "One down - one to go," I told her dropping her excised nipple on to the
surface of the metal cart beside me.
   "Ywhgh!  Nnn!  NAaggg!  NAgggwhh!" she ranted.
   I smiled, plowed the barbed dildo up into her, with now only three
inches more to go, and pushed my knife into her left breastmeat.
   Shauna's stupid eyes were so full of suffering now.  She looked like one
of those images of the Jesus the Catholics love so much.  Jesus giving his
all for the human race.  She was my blonde Jesus-whore giving her all for
me, giving me her agony and her life.
   I finished slicing her left nipple out of her just as my barbed dildo
gouge- ripped into her intestinal sac.
   Shauna sagged weakly and her cries of pain and babbling subsided
slightly as her head toppled forward.
   Blood bubbled up out of the ugly holes where her nipples had been.
   After dropping the second nub of flesh next to the first on the torture
cart I sheathed my blood-smeared knife and gripped my killslut by her hips.
With one steady out-thrust I slid the barbed dildo back out of her, all the
way out of her as she jerked and shrieked and made faint animalistic noises
in her throat.  As the dildo squeezed out in a gush-muck of blood and
mucous-dripping innards, Shauna gave out a sighing grunt and hung lifeless
on the ropes by her legs and mutilated titbags.
   From the second shelf of the steel cart I took the syringe.
   I knew this moment would eventually come and I was ready for it.
   I plunged the needle into Shauna's long slender neck and pushed the
syringe contents into her artery giving her a near-lethal dose of
amphetamines and stimulants.
   She came out of her faint almost immediately, drooling spit and blood,
trembling and looking up at me, dazed and horror-struck.
   "That's right, pig," I told her.  "It hurts a lot worse now, doesn't it.
A lot fucking worse."
   I walked back to the steel cabinet and picked up the thin spear-tipped
lance.
   She watched in babbling terror as I propped it up on the steel cart so
that the sharp point pressed against the hotplate surface.
   I unsheathed my knife and cut the ropes that held her legs up by her
ankles.
   She hung by what was left of her mutilated tits her hands in front of
her, wrists trapped still to the o' rings on the rubber collar around her
neck.
   I released her hands and slipped the collar off her.
   Releasing the strap that held the ballgag around her head I pulled the
red sphere from her mouth and tossed it aside.
   "Pleeeze -" she gasped shivering, her eyes pleading pitifully.  "Pleeze
-"
   "Shut up," I said bluntly and leaned forward to thrust my tongue in her
mouth and smear my lips on hers kissing her obscenely her nipple-less boobs
grinding against my bare chest.  She tasted like raw hamburger meat.
   The barbed dildo pressed against her thighs and her arms hung limply at
her sides.  She was still suspended by roped tits otherwise she would have
crumpled to the ground.  Bits of her entrails and blood dripped out of her
savaged sexhole.
   The rubber collar had left her neck and lower jaw dark red.
   "Tell me you love me, cunt," I snarled.  "Come on.  Tell me."
   "I - uhh - I l-love - you - sir -"
   I kissed her again savagely.
   "Tell me again.  C'mon.  Tell me like you mean it."
   She did, crying softly as the words came from her.
   It was time for my little Jesus-whore to go the distance.
   6.
   I've tied her wrists tightly behind her, at the base of her spine.
   The thick rope noose dangles from the ceiling.
   I put it over her blonde head and around her neck.
   I tug it tight until she's up on her toes choking, her face a dark
scarlet shade.
   So pretty.
   I cut her mutilated boobs free and pull the rope strands up out of the
way.
   "Who do you belong to?"
   "Y-you - y-you, sir -"
   "That's right," I tell her and then slap her brutally.
   I step around behind her.
   "Spread your fucking legs open, shitbag."
   She does and as she does I lift the barbed dildo up between her slashed
asscheeks and push upward into her rectum.  Her bound hands press against
my belly.  I slide upward into my screaming victim and assrape her,
rip-gouge her until her blood rolls down my balls and down my legs - then I
slide out of her unwrap the cord from around my waist and slide out of the
barbed blood-smeared weapon, tossing it aside.  I rub my hot bare cock on
her bloody asscheeks then push it into her savaged rectal passage to take a
few more minutes of cruel enjoyment, sodomizing her and pulling on the
choke-rope until she's sobbing and babbling incoherently.
   Finally I pull out of her and come around to face her.
   I clip one alligator clip to her tongue, the other to one to her filthy
clit.
   I connect the wires to the battery-regulator, turn on the juice and
watch her dance.
   She dances nice for me, and arm-bound, tippy-toe dance.
   Real nice.
   Dances on slashed, frame-nail-pierced feet and toes.
   It will be her last dance.
   A lot more interesting to me than the ones at Louie's.
   Sparks shoot from her mouth and cunt.
   By then my spear is nice and hot, red hot.  I pick it up off the steel
cart, off the hot plate.
   I move around her and prod her with it, not deep at first but deep
enough to draw blood.
   She screams with each steely thrust of sizzling metal.
   Sparks shoot up the side of her face into her frazzled hair.
   I pierce her thighs and belly and what's left of her tits and her back,
her beautiful sloping, whip-slashed back.
   I slam the spear into her plump asscheeks several times.
   The stimulants I've injected into her double her sensation of pain -
triple it.
   Ungagged she howls and shrieks dementedly.
   I spear her kicking legs.
   Those pretty kicking dancing whip-streaked legs.
   Thump!  Thudd!  Whumpp!
   Her whipped calves.
   Her arched tortured feet.
   I stop using the spear, put it back on the cart.
   I shut off the electrical current.
   She looks at me, her eyes tracking me as she dangles there.
   "Thirsty - sir - gh - pleeze - thirsty - water - pleeze - water -"
   Her parched lips form the words around the dangling wire that leads to
the clip on her tongue.  All around the clip the tonguemeat is carbonized
black.
   "Thirsty, bitch?  You thirsty?"
   She nods weakly.
   From the steel cabinet I take a plastic bottle.
   It is three-quarters filled with powdered glass.
   "I got somethin' for ya."
   I come back and stand in front of Shauna and piss into the bottle as she
watches shaking her head.
   "Yeah.  Got somethin' for your thirst right here."
   "Ngg - ngg - ngg -"
   When I finish, almost filling the bottle with urine, I grip her head and
force the tip of the bottle up between her lips, avoiding the
alligator-clip on her tongue, tipping her head back and pouring the hot
bubbly urine and ground-up glass down her miserable throat.  A good bit
spills down her chin, down her neck and down her chest and belly - but a
lot of it - enough of it flows into her guts.
   "Thirsty?  Huh?  You thirsty?  Well drink up then.  DRINK UP!  Swallow
it all, you piece of shit!"
   When the bottle's empty I toss it aside.
   Its not long before Shauna hangs there writhing and groaning and puking
up bloody urine and drool.
   I turn on the electrical power again and watch her jerk way up on her
toes.
   I pick up the spear from the cart.
   The metal tip glows and smoulders.
   My killslut lights up like a Fourth of July sparkler.
   Now I stab deeper.
   I grind the spear into her kidneys.
   I punch it through her flanks
   She screams wholeheartedly.
   "You're a worthless, disgusting pig!" I shout at her.
   I plunge the spear up into the base of her ribcage, deep enough to
pierce the lung.
   "Worthless - filthty - fucking - piece - of - shit - whorre!"
   Blood bubbles out of the wound.
   Shauna coughs up more blood, gag-shrieks, pleads, shakes like a leaf in
a gust of wind as the electricity explodes through her.
   Moves beautifully to the terrible punishment.
   I spear her belly, gash out her belly button, slice through abdominal
muscles on the right side.
   She kicks her right leg and twists her left then chokes audibly on the
stranglig noose.
   If it weren't for the stimulants she would have already passed out from
shock.
   Instead she dances lively to the eletrical current pounding through her
and to the destructive, obliterating thrusts of my killing spear.
   I put ten more hot spearwounds in her and move in.
   I want it up close and personal.
   I shut off the electrical current and she hangs trembling.
   Tossing the spear aside I unsheathe my knife and go down on one knee in
front of my suffering bleeding killslut.
   She rains blood.
   The ground glass has worked its way through her and she's begun to shit
her guts out through her cunt and asshole.
   "Unnnggghhh -" she grunts, farting shit and blood down her legs.
   "Aghhh - Goddd - ughhhhhh!"
   I need to completely eviscerate her now.
   I yank the frame nails one by one out of her pussymound and they tinkle
to the floor between her feet.
   Plunging my knife into the left side of her abdomen I cut through that
layer of muscle and downward into her shaved mons.  I open a half-moon gash
in her belly and tear it open.
   She looks down in horror as her guts start spiraling out of her in thick
colorful bundles.
   The artery is been slashed and her blood jets and pumps hotly in my face
and chest,
   I cut all the way around, a large circular window in her gutsac.
   I reach into her and rip out intestinal strands.
   I stab her liver and stomach open.
   I'm roaring and growling like a feeding lion.
   Swinging her around I stab through the palms of her bound hands.
   Swinging her back I push my face into the huge gash in her womb, grip
her uterus in my teeth and tear it out of her piece by piece, tubes and
eggsacs crumpling into a bloody mess in my mouth.
   Getting to my feet I cut what's left of her tits off her gouging out the
silicone implants and throwing them against the wall.
   I grip her head and push my knife tip into each of her eyes popping them
out of her head.
   Tugging on the alligator clip I rip out half her tongue.
   Stabbing into the base of her neck I grind the knife down and connect
that downmoving gash to the big gut-spilling hole in her middle.
   Going back down on one knee I cut her mons and vagina out of her, sawing
the blade deep, pulling the alligator clip and ripping out her clit then
yanking her cunt out of her in one gross lump which I then shove into her
gagging bloody screaming mouth.
   Now its time to break her.
   I pick up a heavy crowbar that has been leaning against the wall.  This
one's bigger than the one I used when I first captured her - this one's for
more serious work.
   I swing it into her like a club, busting up her ribs and crushing her
collar bone, breaking her shoulders and cracking her arms.
   I wait a couple of seconds then attack her lovely rodslashed legs
slamming the crowbar into her knees, shattering her nail-pierced feet and
shinbones, smacking both her hips repeatedly until the left one cracks and
her body twists abnormally in that direction.
   She chokes and pukes and spits out the mutilated meat in her mouth.
   I gouge the fork end of the crowbar into her spinal column, up at the
top between her shoulderblades and bound broken arms, shattering the frail
bone and sending her into a frenzied sequence of howling spasms.
   After a few moments I rip it out and plunge it in again at the base,
into her tailbone, slamming it deep and leaving it in her.
   "Awgg - ggodd - awgg - pleze - awwghh - godd - nghhww -"
   I tug now on the dangling end of the choke rope lifting her off her
broken feet by her neck slowly.
   I move in and hug her broken bloody titless, cuntless body against me.
   "Die for me, bunnycakes," I whisper in her ear, tugging on the rope,
tugging, tugging.
   "Show me how much you love me..."
   Slowly I kiss her bloody mouth tasting Shauna's slowly fading life.
   Still slow-kissing her and gently strangling her I push my left hand
into the gash I cut into her chest and reach in underneath her broken
ribcage.
   I can feel her life pulsing now, throbbing energetically in my fist as I
grip her hot living heart.
   It takes a little effort to rip it free of its moorings, to tear it from
artery and vein and as I do a thick burst of hot blood flows up from
Shauna's sobbing mouth into mine.
   "Mmmmmm," I moan, feeling my balls tighten with the oncoming orgasm.
   I give one last tug on the strangling rope and hear her neckbone snap
like a twig.
   "You're mine now, pig," I tell her as she goes limp.
   "All fucking mine,"
   I step back and lift her still beating heart to my lips.
   Do you want to know what a slutheart tastes like?
   There's no other taste like it.
   The heart of a bimboslut you've just killed is a special treat, its
everything you think its gonna be and more.
   So good that as I sink my teeth into the pulpy musclemass my cock shoots
out hot spurting cum all over Shauna's bloody busted up legs.
   "Uhnnnnhhh!" I grunt, swallowing the first bite and taking a second.
   My cock arches stiffly and pumps out more hot mancream as Shauna's thick
heartblood drips down my neck and chest.
   "Goddamn you taste good, bitchhh - uhnnnnhh!"
   She does too.  Better than some of the other killmeat I've eaten.
   I know she can still hear me.  A last involuntary twinge plays itself
out on her eyeless face then her mouth hangs open.
   A final tremor moves down her body, an unanswered and pointless longing
that the heart be returned.
   Instead I slide down slowly to my knees exhausted as I continue to
devour the most important part of Shauna, the one she neglected her whole
whoring life, the one she most needed to survive and which I most wanted to
remove from her, the part of a woman most men want to win but which I only
want to cannibalize.
   "Told you I'd rip your heart out and eat it, didn't I, scumbag?  - mmm -
yeahh - I wasn't fuckin' kidding was I?  Was I you stinking piece of
shitt...?"
   It will take me three hours to clean up properly.
   Shauna will be neatly dismembered.  I will use my chainsaw and I will do
it in the shower room.
   I will fuck her armless, legless, titless, cuntless, eviscerated torso
one last time and cum in it.
   I will cut off her head and piss on it.
   She'll end up in four large black plastic bags and I will carry them on
to my yacht out on the pier before sunrise.
   No one will see me cruise out on the bay and toss the bags on to the
garbage barge.
   No one will see me toss the other smaller bag with her clothes and shoes
and purse and keys and condoms weighed down with a brick into the bay's
dark shimmering water.
   By five that afternoon the barge will have carried its load so far out
to sea that not even the seagulls will have followed - twenty six tons of
city garbage and Shauna along with it.
   She's city garbage too after all, isn't she guys?
   Just plain old city trash.
   That's all she ever was.
   She'll go to her watery grave, where my other kills have gone, far from
shore, far from the city's flickering lights, far from the eager and hungry
eyes of the men at Louie's.
   By then I'll be watching her destruction on videotape, slowly jerking
off and laying on my comfortable bed in the quiet house on the edge of
town. The tape will get me through the next few weeks.  I'll get a few nice
orgasms off it.
   But soon the rage will come back strong and I'll need to find me a fresh
piece of killmeat to feed on.
   A fresh new piece of sweet bimbo ass.
   WOODBURN