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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.
   Blood Orgy
   The men were ushered into the underground room.
   White Victorian arm-chairs with gold filigree and red-velure seat and
back cushions, faced a small stage two steps above floor-level.  Decorative
baroque plaster swirls on the wall and ceiling, an ornate velvet curtain
drawn across the stage and dark red carpeting, suggested a small-scale
eighteenth-century opera theater.
   The room, despite its antique flavor, however, was lit in a soft glow
provided by modern track lighting on fader switches.
   The shaggy-haired blonde man who'd led them down the steps into the
basement level and through the vault-like door into the theater disappeared
into the shadows.
   After the men had stripped naked and donned black leather harnesses
which criss-crossed their chests and studded hoods that covered the top of
their heads with small slits for the eyes they paused before a black wooden
wall panel to choose from a varied selection of wicked torture-toys that
hung from small silvery hooks.
   The men did not speak to each other.  There was no need to.  They'd been
here before and knew the rules well.  They'd paid fifteen thousand dollars
each for the privilige of attending this special place for this special
event.  Since it would be an illegal event it was best not to know who the
others were.  It was basically an unspoken rule to avoid all frivolous
conversation and small talk.
   Each visitor took a chair and sat facing the stage.  All three were in
their early forties, all obviously wealthy.  They all had severe and
serious faces.  The kind of faces that ruled over corporate tables in the
business world: impenetrable, cruel.
   Grant was a banker, Carver was in the electronics business and Kerr came
from a long line of wealth in shipping.  The black hoods which half-hid
their faces now made them appear grim medieval executioners awaiting their
victims.
   Each man had chosen his favorite torture implement: Grant, a hard black
leather riding crop; Carver, a thin wooden rod; Kerr, a short and cruel
dogwhip with barb-studded tails.
   There was a soft rustle of cloth and the scent of cheap perfume as three
half- naked young whores entered the room.
   The sluts were excitingly voluptuous, an intrusion of street' color in
the restrained elegant atmosphere of the room.  Two blondes and one
redhead. All had variations of the same small tattoo on their calves, a
spiral of thorns and a goat's head, just above the ankle.  They wore the
kinds of costumes whores wear for men they are paid to please.  Corsets,
black-stockings and garters, high-heel pumps, garish make-up.  One blonde
bitch had short hair, short like a man, with bangs, and big hoop earings.
The other blonde had long straight hair to the middle of her back and thick
sensuous lips.  The red-head had a luscious frizzy mane of hair, a ring
through her nose, a stud in her tongue, visible as she smiled.  She wore a
tight leather outfit and no stockings.  Her skin was slightly freckled and
she had huge huge tits that strained against the low cut neck-line of her
short and super-tight leather one-piece.
   Even though the bitches leered seductively, each competing with the
other for the attention of the the men, preening and posing, the visitors
remained reticent, impassive, eyes slitted with sinister lust as they
coldly studied the young whores.
   Grant made his choice known first, motioning to the short-haired blonde.
Kerr chose the red-head and Carver was left with the juicy-lipped blonde.
   Each woman slid down to their knees, in front of the man who'd chosen
her, as she'd been trained to do, smiles evaporating, now opening lovely
red-, pink- and purple-painted slut-mouths not to speak a single word but
only to take the semi- erect members of the customers with hungry moans. 
The whores had been taught under their Master's lash and cane since early
childhood to please men in every way and they bent to their task
enthusiastically.
   There was the noise of movement on the curtained stage.  The gagged
whining of a young female, the rustling of a struggle, the sounds of metal
against metal, chains, a creaking wooden-mechanical sound.
   Slowly, the curtain slid upward as the creaking sound continued and
stage lights in the ceiling bathed the stage area in an eerie pale light as
the house track- lights faded to near-darkness.
   A beautiful young girl, who could have been no more than fourteen or
fifteen years old, hung by her wrists, which were bound tightly together by
a brown weather-worn leather strap and were being pulled slowly upwards
toward the ceiling on a meat-hook at the end of a chain.  The lovely little
bitch was gagged with a large black-ball strapped around her head which
snagged her long jet-black hair. Strands of her hair clung to her
tear-streaked and panic-stricken face and to the moist skin of her upper
arms.  Her flesh in the strange light was the most lovely shade of cream,
pure as fresh-fallen snow, and the men's cocks surged in response making
the whores groan and suck them with new-found vigor.
   "Beautiful," Carver hissed.
   "Yeah," Kerr replied.
   Grant merely grunted his approval, his half-closed eyes gleaming as he
looked up at the stage.  The blonde slid her lips around his now fully
erect cock and he felt it grind against the back of her throat as she
moaned and looked up at him hungrily.
   The bound victim on stage who had elicited the first spoken words
uttered by the tersely silent men that night had small budding tits, not
yet fully developed but with the most alluring pretty pink nipple-buds
which sprouted stiffly in response to the coolness of the room.  The men
hungrily consumed the suspended and helpless creature with their eyes
noting the luscious swell of her hips and the excellently sculpted
countours of her ass-cheeks as she spun awkwardly about, rising now to
stand on her tippy-toes, stretched beautifully, her rib-cage
well-delineated as she struggled for each breath.
   From a door in the shadows at the rear of the stage a hooded man
emerged. Like his clients, he too wore a leather harness that buckled
across his powerfully muscular chest.  Other than the hood, which fit
tightly around the upper part of his head leaving his eyes, nose and mouth
exposed, and the harness, he was completely naked and his cock was
immensely erect.  Around his neck he wore a gold chain and a medallion with
a Satanic Pentagram engraved on it.
   The men had often wondered if the hooded demon was Mr.B.  himself, the
man they made their arrangements with, although he could just have been a
hired performer.  It was undeniable that he was one of the most perfect
specimens of masculinity they'd ever seen.  His penis was easily thirteen
inches in length and it cleaved the air with an upward twist, almost a
hook, which seemed perfectly designed for the most disastrous fuck a bitch
could endure.  Its effect on the young victims was always dramatic and the
men were sure tonight would prove to be no different.
   But before she would take the killer cock this little girl-slave would
endure severe doses of physical torment and abuse, perhaps more than she
could handle.
   From the black-painted brick wall on the side of the stage the hooded
man took a long wicked bullwhip which was looped around a metal peg.  He
unfurled it slowly, dramatically, as he circled his victim who watched him
wide-eyed shaking her head and making pitiful dog-like noises in her
throat. The long whip slithered along the wooden stage-floor following the
torturer as he stalked his prey.  It trailed behind him as he strutted
around his captive, his bare feet padding on the creaking boards of the
stage floor, he gradually slowing down, she swiveling, pirouetting on her
toes to track him, her brows arched.
   From their seats, as the three sluts now enthusiastically sucked and
licked their cocks and their balls, the three powerful men watched as the
hooded man stopped and raised his arm high.
   The teenage girl made a screechy sound in her gag as the torturer's arm
swept back and the bullwhip came up off the ground.
   In the small confined space of the miniature theater the swoosh of the
whip and the loud report as it tore across both the young captive's thighs
was dramatic.  The girl's screech ended in a sharp squeal as she leaped in
response to the flash-burn of pain across her strong creamy legs.
   "Yeahh!" Kerr grunted gripping the head of the blonde whore before him
to sink his cock in her gullet.
   Already the hooded man was raising the whip again and the teenage girl
was shaking her head pleadingly.
   Grant took his short-haired blonde by her hoop earings and twisted her
face up to look down into her eyes, her mouth full of his cock.
   "I want you naked," he commanded hoarsely.  "Now."
   The bullwhip whooshed again and cracked across the teenage girl's waist.
   As the girl wailed on stage Grant's woman rose up obediently on her
knees smiling sluttishly, wantonly at him as she began to undo the clasps
of her corset.
   Carver meanwhile whipped his red-head's face with his cock then made her
lick the full length of his shaft with her studded tongue.  She had already
pulled off the top part of her tight leather dress and was playing with her
massive gold-nipple- ringed tits, tweaking her nipples between her
long-nailed fingers..  She took his cock in her mouth to suck him and the
sensation of the metal ball on the moaning slut's tongue as it grazed the
underside of his hard-veined prick made Carver groan with pleasure and grit
his teeth.
   On stage, the hooded man circled around his victim and when she swiveled
to follow him he shouted at her to stand still.  She faced away from him
unable to look back as he stood directly behind her and slightly to one
side.  He took aim on her shivering body.  The bullwhip flew and thundered
across her lovely young asscheeks, twice, three times as she
sobbed...across her back...the tail wrapped around her middle...she twisted
and writhed but held her position for her Master.
   As a counterpoint to the whipping on stage Grant now grabbed his naked
whore by her short hair, stood over her to slam his cock in her mouth and
began to slice her creamy shoulders and back with the riding crop.
   Kerr, too, stood now, the Victorian arm-chair against the back of his
kness and as his whore wriggled out of her short black dress he swung the
studded dogwhip down on her arms and back, she slavishly fucking him with
her mouth and looking up into his eyes with endearing submission.
   Carver used his wooden rod on the red-head as her pretty mouth slid down
his shaft all the way to his pubic hair.  He held her there, choking her
with his cock while he drew thin red welts down parallel to her spinal
column on either side of her exposed back, her cries of pain muffled, her
eyes shut tightly.
   "Turn around and face me, bitch!" the hooded man shouted at the
suspended teenager.
   Sobbing and whimpering the girl obeyed, slowly and with fearful grace
pirouetting on her toes to face her tormentor.
   He looked into her eyes licking his lips.
   Behind him, the three high-powered businessmen fed their whores
cock-meat while they slashed at them with their weapons.  The suspended
adolescent could barely make out their figures in the shadows beyond the
glaring stage-lights but she could hear the smacks of leather and wood on
whoreflesh and the responsive cries.  Directly before her stood her hooded
Master and the sight of him poised to attack once again, the blossoming
heat of the welts across her back and ass and legs, the sounds of the
whores being beaten and mouth-fucked - all of this fused together in her
mind and made her young body tremble with dread and anticipation.
   She had been kidnapped only one day before, dragged into a cargo van as
she walked home from school in the city and brought to the mansion in the
woods.  A black man, the one who'd driven the van, and the other one, the
one with long blonde hair, had made their intentions crystal clear right
from the beginning.
   After tossing her into the van and slamming the doors shut they'd ripped
off her dress and her underwear, her socks and loafers and they'd driven
their hard fists into her stomach and into her spine slamming her down on
the truck's metal floor amidst the shredded tatters of her books and
clothing, gagging her with a piece of her bra.  They'd raped her viciously
and heartlessly and told her that from then on she was just a piece of
girl-meat with no will and no voice.  They hammered the point home with
their big cocks popping her hymen and ass-fucking her, both of them at the
same time, one under her, the other on top.
   They brought her to the mansion in the woods and hauled her naked out of
the truck, making her kneel on the gravel driveway, pissing on her then
spraying her down with a nozzled garden hose like an animal, laughing at
her, jeering.  Then they'd dragged her into the house and into the opulent
living room which over- looked the side of a wooded hill and an expanse of
forest leading into mountains in the horizon.
   There she'd been forced to her knees naked and dripping wet, her pretty
hair in snarled moist strands across her face, before the hooded man, the
Master, who sat comfortably in what looked like a medieval throne wearing a
black and gold robe, his chin resting in his hand pensively.
   His eyes slowly and voraciously examined her nakedness.  She tried to
cover herself but the two men, one on each side of her, pulled her arms
apart, held her crucified on her knees for the Master's inspection.
   "She will do quite well."
   To the men he said:
   "Good work.  I see you've taken your pleasure, gentlemen.  I wouldn't
mind giving the little cunt a workout myself right now but she's gonna need
her rest for tomorrow."
   So she'd been dragged into the basement and thrown into a window-less
cell.
   She'd screamed, banged on the metal door and begged to be let out but
the hours had dragged on and no one had come.
   She never remembered slumping to the ground in a corner of the cold
chamber shivering and eventually falling asleep but she awoke to the blonde
man's booted foot kicking into her ribs.
   "Wake up, slut!  Its time to play."
   The Master had come for her, yanking her up on her feet by one arm and
forcing her toward the door.
   Between the Master and the blonde man they'd dragged her up the steps
into the darkened stage, pulled her arms up into the leather strap, gagged
her and suspended her there.
   She'd heard sounds beyond the curtain, moaning female voices.
   Then the Master had turned the crank raising her up on her toes, the
curtain had flown open and the whip had danced across her flesh with fierce
fire.
   And now her tormentor was raising the bullwhip again, and a hideous
smile stretched his lips.  She was in awe of the huge hooked appendage that
rose from his crotch and cleaved the air and she knew she'd never be able
to accomodate that monster inside her, even though she'd been split open by
the raping of her two captors in the van the day before.  The idea of being
impaled on that terrible member, confused and horrified her as the lash
rose up into the air once more.
   "Flog the little slut!" Grant shouted.
   The bullwhip flew, whistled sharply, cracked loudly across the teenage
girl's soft tit-buds.
   She shrieked, her head flying back, one leg kicking up.
   The pain of the whipping was worse than anything she'd ever experienced.
Especially on the tender skin of her young little titties.
   "Yeahh!" Carver grunted.
   "Both feet on the ground!" the Master shouted at his captive angrily.
   She obeyed instantly.
   Again the bullwhip flew.  Again she reacted, helpless, her eyes spilling
tears, her teeth biting into the rubber gag as the harsh leather smashed
across her sweet nipples.
   Again her right leg flew up defensively, involuntarily and she tottered
on one foot sobbing pitifully.
   "Goddamn you, bitch!" The Master raged.  "I said keep BOTH FEET ON THE
GROUND!!"
   "Tell er!" Kerr snarled.  "Tell er. ...  show er who's boss.  Show
er!... the fuckin' little cunt..."
   Angrily the Master grabbed a coil of wire from a table on stage and went
to the whipped teenager.  Going down on one knee in front of her he wound
the wire tightly around both her ankles as she stood on her toes.  He wound
the end of the strand to a metal eye-hook bolted in the floor behind her
feet.  Then he paced back to where he'd been standing and unfurled the
bullwhip.
   "Now you'll keep those legs still, you little fuck," he growled raising
the lash.
   Grant, Kerr and Carver watched the Master attack his young victim with
vicious zeal laying his lash into her full strength.  The three men
momentarily ceased the punishment of their own sluts to watch the delicious
cruelty that took place on stage.
   Eyes glaring angrily behind his hood the Master raised the lash and
swung repetitively, slicing across the fifteen year old girl's abdomen and
tits, wrapping the thick braided bullwhip around her quivering body, around
her pretty thighs and legs, sending the whooshing leather tongue out to
take hot bites of the sobbing little bitch.  He was an artist with the lash
winding it around her slender waist, flicking her nipples and
nearly-hairless pussy mound, whipping the tops of her pretty feet, her
knees, even occasionally her gagged face, making her leap and jerk
erratically to the unpredictable slashing rhythm.
   The men all stood now, their whores half-naked kneeling before them with
mouths full of cock, slut-faces looking up defeated, willing, eager to
please.
   Under the terrible whipping the teenage girl began to make shrill animal
noises as the lash thudded into her, tore her pretty skin off in little
bursts, left dark mottled bruises across her chest and ribs and belly.
   "Kill er....kill the little scumbag..." Carver snarled almost to himself
mesmerized by the show the Master was putting on.
   All three hooded men watched from the shadows, watched greedily the
destruction of the young helpless girl at the hands of the brutal torturer.
This is what they'd paid to see and they were getting their money's worth.
They fucked the mouths of their kneeling whores and urged their hooded
demon Master on as their hips thrust their cocks into the faces of the
three bitches, now and then pulling back to slap them across the face hard
and slam their pricks back into their mouths, gripping them tightly by the
hair to hold them in position.  Grant reached down to clamp his hand over
the short-haired blonde's nostrils, filling her mouth with his cock and
watching her struggle to breathe.  She tried to take his hand away but her
ordered her to keep her hands behind her and she obeyed, her face flushed
red as she gasped for air.  Kerr flogged his sultry bitch's sloping
shoulders and sides, her plump boobs, with the studded dogwhip welting her
while she lovingly licked the crown of his dick.  Carver's red-head
masturbated, both her hands massaging her pussy as she hammered her head
back and forth on her owner's cock, eyes fixed on his face above her, she
moaning and squealing each time his harsh wooden rod sliced down across her
back, or the sides of her fat thighs.
   The violence in the small subterranean dungeon-theater slowly escalated.
   Blood trickled down the teenage girl's bound legs from many small cuts
where the lash had torn the skin open ...  The sight of it only made the
Master flog her more vehemently, his lips twisted in an expression of
unrepressed lust.  Grant slid down to the floor to push his whore on her
back across the carpeted floor and slam his cock up into her slimy hot
cunt, to fuck her while he watched the action on stage occasionally
slapping his slut's face or swatting her sweat-sheened, heaving tits with
the riding crop.  Kerr made his whore crawl in circles around the small
room flogging her back and sides with the studded lash, her pierced tongue
lolling as she squealed with pain...  he kicked her too, every now and then
making her stop to suck him or to take his prick up her tight asshole as he
sliced her back with the dogwhip.  Carver had eased back down into the
armchair to pull his lovely blonde slave down on to his shaft making her
ride him while he punished her tits, her thighs, her back with his rod
which whistled sharply as it struck.
   On stage, the Master now went to the intercom on the wall and pressed
the talk button.
   "We're ready," he said tersely.  He coiled the bullwhip and placed it
back on its hook.
   Then, going to the table backstage he picked up three steel objects and
walked back to his victim.
   The door on stage opened and the blonde long-haired man and the brutal
black now naked except for leather harnesses, hoods, arm- and wrist- bands,
similar to the ones worn by the other males, made their way calmly to where
the Master stood.  He handed each of them one of the objects he'd picked up
while keeping one for himself.  All three men strapped the objects around
their hands.  They were brutal weapons of torture created for up-close
violence, gang-warfare, punishment of traitors or those who failed to pay
the loan-shark...they were brass-knuckles and had been slightly modified.
Each knuckle was a small metal spike, almost an inch long.
   The three men stood in a circle around the beaten teenage girl.  She was
crying, sobbing loudly, shoulders shaking, her teeth clamping down into the
black ball gag.  Her head kept sagging weakly between her upstretched arms
and her wrists above were bloody, her hands purple and without sensation,
her wired ankles trickling blood.
   "Let's do the little bitch," the Master growled.
   "Let's go to town on er."
   Almost simulteaneously the three cruel men began to punch the hanging
girl slamming their brass-knuckled wrists into her back and torso.  The
loud, meaty thumps of the punches were followed by the gurgling cries of
the defenseless victim.  The blonde man hunched down to send his spiked
fist into her whipped bleeding thighs and ass-cheeks.  The black's powerful
arm struck and struck with perfectly calculated precision into the child's
sides and spine.  The Master slammed her bloody tits to a pulp.  On the
fourth blow he snapped a rib in half.  The blonde man pounded into her
kneehollows and the spikes gouged a vein making beautiful spurts of blood
jet out of her as she wailed.
   Grant felt himself start to cum and he whipped his whore's screaming
face with the riding crop as he jammed into her cunt to the hilt.
   The teenage girl now knew she was going to die.  The Master smashed his
spiked fist into her belly, tearing through the skin, driving the small
steel studs into her guts and twisting his fist around before yanking it
out and slamming her again. Gushes of blood and tiny bits of intestines
spilled out of her.  Behind her, the black man struck at her
shoulder-blades at her upstretched arms dislocating one of them, spiking
the back of her neck, piercing into her spine until she saw bursting white
lights in her eyes and felt quivering chills like electrical shocks run all
through her.  The blonde man punched her heels and feet and calves, smashed
her toes and broke one knee-cap with a hard thrusting blow.
   While he watched the merciless beating of the teenage girl, Carver sank
his teeth into the arm-meat of his red-headed whore as she bore down on him
her hands clutching the chair's arm-rests to impale herself on his cock. 
She yelled but did not pull away and as he tasted her blood he wacked her
asscheeks with the wooden rod and thrust upward into her womb making her
throw her head back and scream again wildly.
   The Master now held the bleeding beaten girl by one upstretched arm, the
one the black man had dislocated, to hold her steady while he pummeled her
pussy mound methodically.
   Whump!  Whump!  Whump!  Harder, driving the spikes into the tender sex-
mound.  She coughed, gagging between sobs, blood bubbling from her nose and
mouth up around the black ball gag.
   "Yeahhhh!" the black man shouted driving his steel-banded fist into the
base of the dying girl's spine.
   She shuddered, odd choking noises in her throat as all three men pounded
and pounded her.
   "Kill herrrr!" Grant shouted as his mounting orgasm made his hips pound
his prick into the whore before him.
   "Yeah!  Kill the little scumbag!" Kerr seconded from across the room.
   The Master raised his hand.
   The room falls into silence.
   The young girl is near death.
   He bends down to free her ankles, unwinding the wire which is embedded
in her skin, her legs hang weakly, motionless.
   Blood drips off her heels and toes.
   He takes the ball-gag from her mouth and unbuckles it from around her
neck.
   He reaches up to undo the leather strap and her arms topple lifelessly
to her sides as the other two men now take her body between them.
   "Hold er up for me," the Master orders.  "I'm gonna fuck er."
   The two men hold the girl in mid-air, hold her between them, on each
side of her she with her broken legs flung open and her head hanging
backward, long hair spilling to the floor, her face upside down, a scarlet
trickle spilling from the dark o' formed by her pretty lips, eyes rolling
upward as she barely hangs on to consciousness.
   The Master steps up to her and places the head of his monstrous hooked
penis to the teenager's pretty blood-dappled slit.
   Slowly he thrusts into her inching forward as his two henchmen hold her
still.
   Her eyes open wide and a high-pitched gasping cry spills from her.
   The sensation of the monstrous cock entering her small vaginal passage,
splitting her open, hard as a wooden stake, brings new life to her
suffering.
   Thin welts all over her, Carver's blonde begins to shudder and groan,
spasmically orgasming as she rides up an down on his shaft, he delivering
sharp swats with the rod across her already swollen and bleeding nipples.
   Grant looks right into the upside down face of the teenage girl on
stage, his balls about to burst, his prick tingling as he slamfucks his
mewling short-haired blonde and smacks her bruised belly with the riding
crop.
   Kerr's whore screams into the carpet as Kerr deliciously pounds himself
into her asshole and slashes her back with the dogwhip with full-force
side-to-side swiping blows.  He holds back the demanding urge to empty his
balls into his welted whore and watches the action on stage.
   From the table next to him the Master takes the long butcher knife.  Its
blade catches the stage lights.
   As he fucks the young girl he lovingly traces the small mounds of her
tits with the knife-blade, teasingly.  He is deep inside her now, pushing
up against her cervix, filling her vagina to capacity.  He begins to make
small incisions on her bruised, beaten, welted tit-flesh, bending over her,
concentrating like a surgeon undertaking a complex operation.  The men on
either side of her, the blonde and the black lick their lips as they watch.
Sweat gleams on their savage faces.
   "Yeah...cut er..." they urge him.  "Cut the little bitch."
   As the Master's hips thrust powerfully into the victimized girl, his
knife marks her young flesh.  He makes a long diagonal cut over her belly.
He pokes the sides of her titties with the knife.  He slices from her hip
to her knee on one side and up one flank to the arm-pit on the other...all
surface cuts making the girl bleed, hooded monster sneering, drooling,
pounding his prick against her.
   Mesmerized and inspired by the events on the stage Grant now takes his
short-haired blonde slut by the throat as he fucks her, his hands closing
lovingly around her neck, his thumbs pushing into the tender warm triangle
at the base.  For a brief moment she struggles, her hands coming up to push
against his then, in a display of absolute submission she places her arms
over her head on the floor, eyes closed, lips gasping for air, giving
herself to the choking.
   "Hold er tight!" the Master commands his two servants on stage.
   He tweaks his young victim's right nipple between thumb and forefinger,
pinching, lifting it upward.
   "...hold er..."
   With a quick slice of the butcher knife he takes the nipple off the
girl's young tit.
   She screams and kicks, her upside down face grimacing, the two men on
either side holding her with some effort...In the shadows, Kerr smiles as
he hilts his screaming red-haired whore's asshole and flogs her back
viciously landing the studded dogwhip repeatedly between sweat-sheened and
stripe-riddled shoulder- blades.
   The Master pops the teenage girl's removed nipple into his mouth,
reaches down and slices off the other one.  As the girl screeches
feverishly he eats her other nipple, fucking his mutilated captive with
fierce gusto.  Blood drips from his mouth, his hooded face devilish as he
now begins to stab the teenager's belly and upper thighs.
   Grant's whore's face is already faintly blue but he does not see.  He is
fascinated by the gleaming blade which he sees rising, falling, entering
and exiting the young flesh of the raped girl on stage, once going
completely through her and out the back as she yowls and vomits, blood and
bile streaming down her face and black hair.
   "Let's nail her to the floor," the Master grunts.  "I wanna cut er
open..."
   The men lower the girl to the stage floor and spread her wide.  She is
too weak to resist.  They pull her arms far apart, press her flat against
the wood and the Master takes a metal mallet to drive six inch construction
nails through the palms of her hands, through her elbows, and into the
floor.
   The little bitch faints.  Immediately she is rudely slapped awake.
   Long steel spikes are driven through her thighs, just above the knees,
splaying her legs wide, one hip snapping loudly as it dislocates, little
bitch screaming and babbling as the spike gouges through flesh, muscle and
shatters her tibia.
   Her feet are brought together, sole to sole wire-bound by the toes, the
wire wound tight enough to scrape right into the bone, slicing the dorsal
digital arteries and sending blood spurting across the wooden floor, the
metal mallet smashing down on the tender ankle bones to shatter them.
   Again she faints.  Again she is slapped back to consciousness.
   Her pussy contracting against his cock as she is strangled Grant's
blonde is slowly dying in his choking grip at the same time as the Master
crouches over the girl on stage.
   Carver grips his bitch by her juicy tits as he thrusts upward into her,
occasionally leaning forward to bite her nipples from which he has already
drawn blood, and her belly...she has already cum twice and Carver has made
her grip the riding crop in her mouth as she begins a third shattering
orgasm kneeling on the cushioned chair on top of the man who has chosen her
for the night...wicked night of destruction as the blonde man and the black
stand on either side of the impaled girl on stage jerking off...
   The Master presses the tip of the knife into the dip at the base of the
young girl's sternum.
   The skin bends inward...  inward...  then rips, tears as he pushes the
knife remorselessly inward invading the youthful female abdominal cavity.
He bites his lower lip with intense concentration as he begins to draw the
knife downward and deeper into her.
   The teenage girl weeps, sobs and grunts as the blade begins to open her.
   The knife rapes her virgin body and all the men in the room grunt,
smile, tremble with masculine pleasure.  This is the triumph of male over
female, the ultimate victory...the Master slowly and deliberately pushing
the blade into her liver and the last bit of esophagus...gouging into her
stomach, piercing spleen and duodenum as he moves down toward the
intestines...
   "Why?!" the girl sobs weakly...  and again...  "Wh-why...?" as she looks
up at her killer.
   The Master smiles, licks his lips, presses the blade deeper gouging into
the vena cava.
   Hot warm spurts of dark blood jet from the ghastly wound.
   "Aaugghhh!" the girl grunts twisting with the horrible pain of being
gutted alive, unable to escape it, pinned to the floor like a butterfly
specimen.
   The blonde man goes down on one knee, his cock aimed at her young
suffering face as he jerks off, at her wide-lipped gasping mouth...
   "UU-UhhHH!" he grunts as a thick gop of semen jets into the dying
teenager's mouth and another spurts on her cheek and another in her blood
streaked forehead.
   The Master now cuts into the girl's intestinal sac and continues
downward past the superficial stab wounds he made earlier, all the way down
to her pubic mound.
   Leaving the knife hilted there he reaches into the gash he has made, one
hand on each side, his fingers pushing into the muck of her viscera and he
begins to pull the little bitch open like a gutted pig.  Blood bubbles up
out of her as he widens the long wound.
   "Ahh yeah..."he growls softly, smiling crazily... 
"...yeah...yeah...yeah..."
   "Goddamn..." the black man sneers.  "Fuckin' beautiful....fuckin' in-
credible..."
   The blonde man is rubbing his spent cock on the dying girl's face, her
eyes looking up into his silently, glassy and distant.
   The Master takes the knife and yanks it out of the girl's pussy-mound.
Throwing it aside he crawls up on to the impaled, sliced-open, still-living
carcass of the teenage girl and he pushes his monstrous, hook-shaped cock
deep into the wound he has made....he gut-fucks her, holding himself up on
his arms, the palms of his hands on either side of her head, his body going
up and down as if he is doing push-ups over the dying victim, like some
giant evil chameleon basking in the desert -sun's heat.
   "Jeesus!" the black man exhales.  "I gotta kill me some pussy...I gotta
kill me some pussy now!"
   "Go for it, bro," the blonde man exhorts encouragingly.
   The negro takes the knife from the floor and jumps off the stage.
   His first target is the blonde whore kneeling on top of Carver.
   Coming up behind her he seizes her by one shoulder and drives the knife
deep into her kidney.
   The bitch gives out a keening shriek and tries to get to her feet.
   "Hold her!" the black man shouts yanking the knife out of her.
   "Yeah!" Carver shouts taking the slut by her arms and holding her,
feeling her vagina clamp tightly around his prick as the black man stabs
her again higher up, into the lovely slope of her back, deep into her right
lung.
   She gives out a gurgling gagging cry as the knife is yanked out of her.
   Blood jets from her nostrils and mouth and she totters forward against
Carver...he feels the hot bitch-blood pouring down the shaft of his cock
and on his thighs...  He looks up to see the black man thrust the
knife-blade through her throat from the back.  The blade goes all the way
through...  the bitch's eyes are wide-open with shock...Carver shouts as he
empties his balls into her...  the black man yanks the knife out of her and
pulling her head back, standing behind the kneeling bitch he draws the
blade from ear to ear slicing her throat open, almost cutting her head
off...Carver is bathed in the spurting red gushes as he thrusts deep into
the slaughtered female...finally she gasps, air hissing from her lips as
she topples sideways and backwards to the floor already dead.
   The black man moves toward Kerr's bitch who kneels on the floor bent
over, her face in the carpet, her back savagely welted and bleeding, her
ass full of her man's cockmeat.  He pauses, waits for Kerr's consent.  It
is not long in coming.
   "Do it!" Kerr shouts.
   The black man goes down on one knee.
   With a savage growl he plunges the knife into the red-headed slut's
side.
   "Y-Y-AGGHHHH!" she screams as the blade ruptures her intestines and cuts
through the gastric artery.
   The black man pulls the knife out and a hot burst of blood jets out of
the kneeling whore.
   Without hesitation he drives the blade deep into the side of her fat
hanging boob.
   As Kerr fucks her and holds her down the black man stabs the kneeling
bent- over slut repeatedly in the back and sides.
   Kerr empties his cock in her asshole as blood bubbles up out of her.  As
he slides out of her the bitch manages to struggle up on her knees against
the wall...she leans there pissing and shitting blood, faeces and urine,
gasping and shuddering...she looks back at the two men, Kerr and the black
assailant who still wields the knife...
   "...F-finish m-me..." she moans weakly, pleadingly.  "...Pleease...fin-
finish...me...it...h-hurts!"
   "Over here, pig," the black man sneers indicating his huge erect cock to
the dying woman.
   "Take my cock in your filthy mouth...I wanna feel that little stud you
got on your fuckin' tongue slide up and down my pecker before you check
out."
   She slides down to the floor and begins to crawl toward her killer.
   "...Please..." she moans weakly looking up into the cruel sweaty black
face... "Pleease..."
   He takes her head in one large hand as she comes up on her knees and
opens her lips wide to take him, eyes looking up into his.
   She takes the head of his prick and hesitates.  Already her lips are
stretched wide.
   "All of it..." he grunts.  "...All of it, scumbag!"
   He grips the back of her head and thrusts the rest of the way into her.
A sick smile plays on his evil face as he feels the little stud on her
tongue begin to move on his shaft.
   On stage the Master fucks his little girl victim's guts in the center of
a puddle of blood.
   Incredibly she is still alive, pale and weak as she looks up into the
in- and out- thrusting demon above her.
   "...You...want...to...know...uhh!...why!?" he grunts fiercely.
   "There is no fuckin' why,
child..there's...only...your...ahh...suffering...and uuhnnhh!...my
pleasure...that's all....uhh...that's all..."
   He swoops down and kisses her lips gently as his cock gouges into her
exposed guts.  He tastes her blood and continues kissing her lips and face
as she dies, her eyes drifting upward and going out of focus...he feels
then the pressure rising in his cock, deep in his balls and with a shout he
cums in the dead girl's innards.
   Grant's whore too is dead and he stands over her, a long stream of piss
jetting from his still tumescent cock and on to her blue-shaded face, her
eyes still open, her lips pouting...
   The blonde man drags Carver's butchered whore out of the room by one leg
and through the theater door.  Along with the others her carcass will be
fed into the incinerator in the lower level, all evidence completely
disposed of.
   Finally there is only the stabbed and bleeding red-haired whore sucking
off the black man.
   Her big fat nipple-ringed tits bleed, her belly bleeds.
   But still she looks up into the black devil's face and still she rocks
her head back and forth.
   The men watch.
   They watch as the black man fucks the whore's mouth.
   They watch her bleed.
   He hooks his finger in her nose ring and holds her face still as he jams
his huge appendage in and out of her trembling mouth.
   He begins to breathe faster, his body flexing gracefully, the woman
trying to stay with his fierce thrusting.
   "I'm cummin'..." he grunts.  "I'm cummin' bitch...cummin..."
   Her eyes stare at his hand which holds the bloody butcher-knife raised
and ready to strike.
   He pinches her nostrils shut now and thrusts his enormous cock all the
way down her throat.
   She gasps for air.
   The hand with the knife rises.
   She can't breathe.
   On stage, the Master rises and stands over the butchered teenage girl
nailed to the floor then he turns to watch the black man choke the
red-haired whore with his cock.
   All action has shifted there now, the men stand around and watch the
final conquest.
   The sweat-glossed naked powerful black man going up slightly on his
toes, biting his lower lip, holding the whore to him by her nose, the
kneeling bleeding whore, beautiful red-headed, wide-eyed, suffering cunt
watching the knife rising and rising...
   "Ahh...ah!  UUHH!" he shouts, sneering, hissing.  "UUWHHHHH-nnHHH!"
   Sperm floods her throat...she gags...winces...
   The knife plunges downward, enters above her left breast aimed inward,
gouges into her quivering heart slicing the organ in half inside her, her
shriek of agony muffled against the manspear in her mouth:
   "Ugghhhgghhhh!"
   She tastes sperm, blood...sparks explode behind her eyes.
   He steps back and she is left wide-mouthed drooling a long trail of
semen down her face her eyes tracking her executioner for a moment then
raised to the ceiling her throat making a guttural un-natural sound as she
falls forward, the weight of her body hilting the knife the rest of the
way, knife-blade tearing through her and out through one whipped
shoulderblade, a long rattling exhale from her before she lies dead at the
feet of her conquerors.
   Grant, Kerr and Carver stand over the dead whore jerking off one last
time while the Negro watches slumped in one of the velure arm-chairs.
   For the rich businessmen this night has been worth every cent they have
paid.
   On stage the Master stands over the disemboweled cadaver of the pretty
teenager.
   His monstrous sexual appetite now quenched he feels nothing but contempt
for the barbarically murdered child and he raises his flaccid shaft to
empty his bladder on her.
   ...and in the incinerator room below the blonde-haired man fucks the
dead whore's body before feeding it into the roaring flames.  The heat in
the room is suffocating.  But the killer is in ecstasy, his athletic body
gleaming with sweat as he thrusts his meat into the still warm cuntmouth of
his victim.  This is the best part of it all for him, the final invasive
desecration of the victim a few feet from the hungry flames that will
consume her.
   He will get to enjoy all four of the dead females this way, a pleasure
granted him by the Master for his services.  And what a sweet pleasure it
is...  to know that, though, the women have belonged to their killers, in
the end they will belong only to him...he will be the last before the
terrible searing flames turn their lovely bodies to black withering ash and
their bones to pure white dust.
   WOODBURN