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. 


                                       Bloodwalk
                           (for Dolcett, whoever and wherever you are)


	The tall, brown-skinned nigger-bitch, long legged, smooth mahogany, elegant
in black stockings, shiny black pumps, wears only her garter-belt for me, begs for
punishment - just look at those juicy lips, painted a soft shade of cherry, my nigger-
whore ready to take what's coming.  I put the leash on her and take her down the
steps into the cool shadows of the basement, through the heavy soundproof doors
into the chamber where I enjoy my victims. 	
	Here she will scream for me so pretty.  
	I have fucked her savagely for the better part of the day, now and then
slapping her lovely brown-eyed face while I slammed my cock into er, just to give
er a flavor of coming attractions.  She took it without any objections. She took it
eagerly, lovingly, only wanting to please her master. I fucked her up the ass with
cruel methodic thrusts that drew gasps and grunts from her while I stood behind her
kneeling, bent-forward body, she on the couch while I silently rammed her, staring
down on her with the cold aloofness that always preceeds the fury I will unleash. 
Gripping her strong hips I slid deep into her rectum. Standing my ground I pulled
out and pushed my prick deep into her cunt making low guttural replies explode
from her as her body tensed and pulsed and pushed back against me. Then I took it
out of her cunt and slid back up her tight bunghole, my cock bulging harder and
bigger splitting my nigger-slave's ass.  I spanked her plump asscheeks slapping her
flesh with hard loud smacks that made her cry out.
	"Yeeeahhh!" she screeched. "Yeahh! Ohh yeahh...ohh yeahh!!"
	Goddamn pain-loving coon-bitch.
	"Yeahhh! AHH! Spank me! Spank me h-hard...AHHH! HARDER!"
	I spanked the black slut. Spanked her big brown ass red. Then I took my
cock out of her asshole and turned her around pushed her down to kneel in front of
me to take my prick in her fat-lipped mouth and fucked her slutty nigger-face.  
	Later I laid her out on the carpet in the living room and fist-fucked her for
almost two hours until her cunthole and asshole were rubbed raw.  Then I got on
top of her and fucked the shit out of her until she screamed, out of her head as the
orgasms exploded through her.


	But now the time had arrived for more interesting activity... in my
soundproof basement.
	I pull my naked nigger along by the leash through the first room, the one
with the whipping post and the rack and the manacles on the wall, and we enter a
second room.  Here there is nothing but a long narrow walkway which leads from
one side of the room to the other.  The walkway is mounted on a wooden platform
and all along its length there are two-inch metal spikes pointing upward, crowded
together, at one inch intervals.  
	She is trembling and her eyes are downcast.  She has seen another victim
walk the whole length of the spiked platform and knows what damage the spikes
can cause.
	At one end of the platform are the two steps leading up to it, at the other end
the chair in which I will sit to watch her as she takes the fifty-odd steps it will take
her to travel the length of  the walkway, sink to her knees and suck my cock while I
flog her.
	I slide down on one knee beside her and take her ankle in my hand.
	Gently I lift her foot of the floor and unbuckle the straps of her patent leather
sandal to ease the shoe off. 
	She has nice feet, small, proportionate red-painted toes, shiny brown skin.
	When I've removed the other shoe and peeled off her garter-belt and
stockings she climbs up on the steps, looks back at me with the distant hope I might
call it off, her eyes already filling with tears, the leash dangling down between her fat
firm titglobes.
	I say nothing. Instead I pull her long slender arms behind her and bind her
wrists together in black leather cuffs.
	Then I stride to the end of the walkway and sit back in the plush easy chair,
leaning back comfortably while I slowly pump my shaft looking across the room at
my  now nude nigger-whore.
	"Walk, bitch," I command softly.
	"Walk on the spikes for me."
	She bites her lip and climbs one more step, pausing now at the edge of the
spiked walkway.
	Slowly she tilts her face up to look at me.  Tears are running down her
cheeks.
	"Yes, master," she whispers hoarsely.


	And, incredibly, she walks on to the spiked platform.
	I am always amazed at the limits of submission a slave will go to for her
master's pleasure.
	I have made women do all kinds of terrible things but none so beautifully
destructive as this perfect act of self-punishment which my nigger girl now
undertakes.
	The first step is the most difficult, I would think, because in that first moment
when the sharp steel spikes pierce into the tender sole and the even more sensitive
underside of each toe, the slave-bitch realizes just how painful her ordeal will be.
	Think about it. What is one of the most seductive acts a woman can perform
for a man? You must agree with me that is walking.  You've seen them on the
street, the little whores, when they know you're watching, how they sashay past
you on their high-heel shoes and short skirts, the wind blowing their hair.  That's
when they are enjoying their power over you.  Free to tease you with the perfect,
cat-like movement of their female bodies.  I think that is why I devised this
punishment for them: to take the act of seduction they so thoughtlessly perform and
turn it into a tragic and bloody experience they will never forget, and perhaps not
even survive.
	My walkway has put several bitches in the hospital, those it didn't kill
outright.
	And those that survived came back for more....and got it.
	Now my black whore walks.
	I lick my lips as she cries out sobbing with each agonizing step.
	I see the spikes sink murderously into her tender brown skin.
	I am hoping she will stumble and fall as so many do smashing down on the
wicked spears, wailing while I slash their bodies with my whip to get them back on
their feet.  Some of them never get up again...
	But this one has a good sense of balance.  She is a dancer, after all, a
stripper....although I'm sure she won't be dancing again...not for a long
time...perhaps never...
	I like the sound her feet make as she pulls them up off the spikes to take the
next step. Its a wet sound very similar to the sound of my cock entering and exiting
her hot wet snatch.  Blood drips from her pierced limbs, pools in the spikes as she
moves toward me.
	I like to watch her leg muscles.  She's a strong bitch and her graceful thighs
and calves are being worked beautifully.  Because she is slightly off-balance, arms
bound behind her, each step is a predicament she must overcome, each step an
individual act of self-punishment she must undergo for me.  Now and then the
spikes pierce all the way to the bone and her shrieks are
ecstatically shrill.  She drools spittle down her chin and her eyes shut tightly as she
bears down, trying to avoid the unavoidable, trying to make herself weightless until
the sharp sharp steel pierces through.
	About fifteen steps into her walk she starts begging.
	"Pleease, sir....please...no moah....ah c-can't go on...ah j-jez can't..."
	"Sure you can," I say rising from the chair now, my prick like a cop's billy
club in my hand...
	"Noo...pleeeease...ah jez can't no moah..."
	I pick up the barbed-wire whip which dangles from the hook on the stone
wall.
	Nine tails of razor-sharp barbed wire.
	"You can...." I snarl now coming up beside her raising the whip... "...and you
WILL!"
	I swing the lash full force, hard, across her meaty thighs.  She whinnies like a
startled mare and looks down at the barbs stuck to her thighs.  I yank back on the
lash and tear it out of her. Blood spurts from the tiny wounds and I swing the
weapon again aiming high so that the metal tongues fan out and wrap around her
belly.
	"AUUUWWGGHHH!" she screams looking down at me wide eyed, her
trapped hands wriggling in the leather cuffs behind her, long red-nailed fingers
opening and closing.
	I rip the lash out of her and a constellation of spike wounds explodes trickling
blood down her abdomen.
	"Walk, BITCH!" I shout swinging the whip again this time wrapping it
around her calves just below her knees then pulling it tight to make the barbs rip
into her and gouge her.
	"WALK!"
	"OGGHHHHHH!" she wails. "OHH GODD... I - I WILL! I WILL, M-
MASTER...ONLY PLEEASE DOAN HIT ME AGAIN!"
	I tear the lash out of her.
	"I'LL HIT YOU ALL I WANT, YOU NIGGER SCUM!" I shout and this
time I slash the barbed metal tongues across both her fat juicy nigger-tits, right
across her hard dark brown nipples.
	Her mouth yawns wide but no sound comes out, both eyes bulging, wide
nostrils flaring, air gasping in her throat and she staggers as I rip the lash out of her
tits and swing it with all my strength again across both her bleeding paps.
	"FILTHY NIGGER SCUMBAG!"
	I tear the barbed-wire whip out of her and slash those torn brown boobs
again.  This time when I tear it out I rip off half of one nipple.  A gush of blood
spatters my face and chest. I taste my victim's blood.
	She tilts forward, pulls one spiked foot out of the walkway but not soon
enough to stop the forward motion of her luscious body which now topples down
on to the steel spikes, she falling forward on her tits and face, slamming down
heavily, one eye gouged out by the spikes, her cheek pierced through, her bleeding
whipped tits impaled on the walkway.
	"GET UP, YOU FUCKING WHORE!" I shout vehemently bringing the lash
down on her shoulders, tearing it out and slashing her back, tearing it out and
whipping the back of her legs.
	She's a mess of blood and cuts now and she's sobbing and babbling
incomprehensibly and somehow, incredibly she gets up on her feet, tottering and
swaying.
	What a beautiful sight she is, not far from death now, willing to complete her
pointless and seemingly endless journey to the end of the walkway.  Her gouged eye
dribbles blood and bits of itself down her cheek.  She's crying blood for me already
taking the next step.
	"Good girl..." I whisper in amazement tossing the whip aside to jerk off with
both hands.
	"GOOD bitch..."
	She manages to take almost fifteen more slow tortuous steps before finally
sliding down into crawling position and I follow slowly alongside her urging her on.
	"C'mon, dirtbag...show me how much you love your master...you can do
it...nigger slut...you can do it...yeahhh...do it for me...do it, bitch..."
	The spikes gouge the palms of her hands, her knees and shins, the tops of her
feet and toes.
	Blood drips off the platform and on to the concrete floor.
	Her one good eye is fixed ahead on the end of the walkway now, lid
drooping, sweat and blood trickling off her chin and down her neck, her breath
raggedy, mouth open and drooling.
	"C'mon, pig...just a little more...a little bit more for me...you can take
it...c'mon...that's it... that's it..."
	At the end of the walkway she collapses with a whining yelp, her belly and
thighs impaled on the spikes.
	I pull the easy chair up to the edge of the platform and knife in hand I sit, my
cock level with my nigger-bitch's bloody face.
	I take her head by her kinky hair and raise her face to rub my cock in it, back
and forth across her blood and sweat-streaked cheeks.  She looks up at me lost and
dying.
	"Suck," I tell her softly.
	With loving submission, her lovely fading brown eye lost in mine, she opens
her mouth. A gush of dark blood pours out of her before she can take my hard
white cock into her pierced cheeks to begin sucking slowly, a trembling moan in her
throat.
	I let the orgasm build slowly, perch my feet up on the wooden edge of the
platform to raise myself up into the whore's mouth and to her gouged face.
	The sperm fills my balls and I feel the familiar surge of heat up the hardness
of my shaft.
	Smiling, I put the knife to her throat.
	As I start to cum I draw the sharp edge across her brown flesh opening her
jugular.
	Blood jets out of her on to my balls as I ejaculate into her mouth.
	She shudders like a dying fish and I hold her head still as her one good eye
flutters and rolls upward.
	Later I will pull her off the walkway, lay her on her back on the hard stone
floor to fuck her dead body while I cut her stomach open and rip her guts out of
her.
	She will be the fifteenth to die on the walkway.  The thirty-seventh to be
buried in the patch of woods out back.  
	She will be the first black girl...but probably not the last...
	No. Most certainly NOT the last.

WOODBURN