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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.

   Bludgeoned
   Colby walked slowly around the naked girl, his eyes roving up and down
her bound body.  He was nearly a foot taller than she, big, an ex-college
linebacker, with close-cropped hair and small black cruel eyes.  She was a
half-breed, the result of a wild night of lust between some gook whore and
a black Marine years before when there had been a war on, in the old Saigon
glory days, in the Nam.
   They'd been lucky to get her, he and Sloane.
   Course Sloane had the money but Colby had the contacts.
   Sloane stood in the shadows a few feet away, blue eyes gleaming, shorter
than Colby with broad chest, bulging biceps and chest and big meaty hands.
   "She's nice," he said softly.
   Colby continued to pace slowly around her.
   "Damn straight," he replied.  "She's fuckin' perfect."
   "Better be.  She cost me a pretty penny," Sloane ventured.
   Colby's dark measuring eyes never strayed from the exotic beauty.
   "...Worth every cent you paid and more...  and you fucking know it."
   The girl did not look at the two men.  She had been trained to never
seek eye contact with her owners unless it was demanded.  Instead she
seemed to bask in their predatorial gaze, face angled up to the ceiling,
eyes closed as if she were in a trance.
   Colby reached out and tweaked her nipple.  It was hard but resilient,
gorged stiff.
   The bitch moaned softly.
   She had been delivered in the cargo van to Sloane's warehouse naked and
trussed up, like an animal, her arms folded behind her and roped.  Six
strands of rough hemp rope circled her torso, three just below her small
round tits and three around her belly.  The strands that bound her arms
were knotted to the ones that looped around her middle and her wrists were
also tightly roped.  She'd obviously been prepared by the sellers...bathed,
perfumed, lipstick and eyeshadow tastefully applied...Her only purpose was
to please and appease violent masculine lust.  She'd been brought up since
the age of five under a daily and rigorous training of mind and body to
accept brutal pain, punishment and ultimately death.
   As Colby squeezed her swollen red nub she shifted her weight from one
small bare foot to the other.
   The men took in the gentle graceful movement of her slender body, the
way the skin and muscles flexed, the way her long flowing hair hung down
her back, the way her long neck stretched as she craned her head even more
in response to Colby's pinching fingers and their hatred of her, their need
to break her, smash her and kill her throbbed in them like a fever.
   "Her name's Kim," Colby said, his voice a bit slurred, his cock
beginning to bulge against his trousers.  "Vietnamese...but she speaks
English."
   He moved his hand to her other breast letting his nails scrape along her
soft tit- skin.
   "Do you know why you are here, Kim?" Sloane asked stepping into the
light from the overhead lamp.
   "Mm-hmm," the girl replied softly responding to Colby's knowing
manipulation.
   "Tell the man, bitch," Colby ordered pinching her nipple harder.  "Tell
him why you are here."
   She opened her eyes as she lowered her head to look down at the floor.
   "I'm here to - die for your pleasure."
   Colby swung back and slapped her hard across her cheek turning her face
and getting a surprised wounded gasp from her.
   "I'm here to die for your pleasure - MASTER!" he corrected her savagely.
   "I-I'm here to - to d-die for your pleasure, master," she repeated
weakly eyes still downcast.
   Sloane reached out and put the spread palm of his large hand on the
oriental girl's asscheek to squeeze her.  The flesh was baby-smooth.  He
pressed the palm of his other hand against the throbbing bulge in his tight
jeans.
   "That's right, Kim," he said thickly.  "You're here to die for us, to
give us pleasure with your suffering and your death...Is that what you
want?"
   "Yes, sir," she replied without hesitation, without turning to look at
him, her eyes focused on the floor at the edge of the pool of light in
which they all stood.  "It is not only what I w-want...its - what I
deserve."
   Colby's hand moved up to Kim's lovely slap-flushed cheek and up into her
hair to take a hold of her as he pulled her against him.  He studied her
pretty face which seemed to glow in the light from the hanging lamp,
studied the smooth angle of her cheeks and the almond shape of her
eye-hollows, then, impulsively, he kissed her wantonly on her small pouting
mouth.  He kissed her hard and slow, tasting her, pushing his tongue into
her as his other hand gently trailed down her flank, feeling the rough
ropes and the bulging skin, down to her hairless pussy, fingering her
already moist slit as she moaned.
   Then he stopped mid-kiss leaving her mouth half-opened and eyes closed
as he turned her around by her shoulders to face Sloane.
   Sloane took her face in his big rough hands and closed his lips over
hers.
   Colby undid the buttons of his shirt as he pressed his crotch against
Kim's sweet round ass.
   Sloane's kiss was greedier and sloppier than his partner's and he pulled
the bound girl against him so that she was now sandwiched between both men,
Sloane's hardness against her lower belly, Colby's against her buttcheeks.
   "Bitch tastes great, man..." Sloane half-whispered, turning Kim back to
face Colby.
   Colby swooped down to kiss her again as she pushed her hard titties
against his bare hairy chest.
   Sloane peeled off his NYPD t-shirt, stepped back as he slid his belt
off. It made a heavy rustling sound against the fabric of his faded jeans.
   "Hold er," he told Colby.
   Still french-kissing the young slut Colby took her by her shoulders
firmly.
   Sloane swung the leather belt smacking it across her round smooth
asscheeks and she gave out a sharp little cry and moaned into Colby's
mouth.
   Sloane swung hard repeatedly, leaving blushing linear welts on the
moaning oriental bitch as she jerked responsively to each cut but did not
protest or try to evade her punishment in any way.
   Now Colby released her, backing up, removing his own belt while Sloane
continued to strike.
   "Let's use the buckle end," Colby growled as he raised his own belt,
metal clasp jangling in mid air.
   "Yeahh," Sloane replied smiling, his eyes lighting up.  "Oh
yeahh........."
   ...........Both men whip the girl with their belts, circling around her
as she twitches and surges to each well-placed stroke.  The buckles make
dull thumping smacks on her skin leaving dark red blister-welts, half-moon
shaped from Sloane, rectangular from Colby, on her pale white flesh.
   As they hit her harder her moans become louder, more desperate.  She has
been excellently trained to love the pain, to fuck the pain, and she does
so beautifully.  They strike all over her body, shins, calves, feet,
thighs, belly, bound arms, tits, belts whistling, buckles thumping.  Then
Colby moves in again taking her by the hair to grind his hungry lips into
hers.  She kisses back, presses her nakedness against him ardently,
passionately.
   Sloane strips naked and takes Kim from Colby swinging her away so that
she almost loses her balance, pulling her against him to kiss her and bite
her face.
   Colby watches them as he kicks off his shoes and socks and pants to jerk
off slowly.  He goes down on his knees to the concrete to lick the girl's
legs from her heels to her hips, his tongue tracing the small welts made by
the belt buckles, his teeth grazing her tender flesh.  He bites her thighs
hard while Sloane alternately kisses her, bites her and slaps her face. 
Colby forces her legs apart kneeling behind her, reaching up into her soft
wet sex now, parting the slimy lips, tweaking her hard little clit.
   Sloane slaps her tits.
   Colby thrusts two fingers up into her.  He smells her penetrated cunt
like warm wet earth after a rainstorm.  He puts his whole hand then his
fist up into the bitch as she groans, cries out, Sloane slapping her face.
   Getting up on his feet, taking her by her hips, Colby puts his erect
cock to her pussyhole and enters her from behind, sliding half his sex
stick into her as she presses back against him, her bound hands caressing
his chest.
   "Yeahh!" Sloane shouts wildly, slapping Kim's dangling boobmeat and
cheeks, jerking off.  "That's it, guy - Fuck er!  Fuck the goddamn slut -
Yeahh!  -"
   Then to Kim:
   "You like it don'tcha?  You goddamn gook bitch...you fuckin' love it!"
   Sloane steps up to her, bites one shoulder drawing first blood and as
she squeals he punches her belly.  Colby holds her by her bound arms while
Sloane uses the young oriental bitch as a punching bag driving his fisted
knuckles into her tits and abdomen.
   The two men trade places, Sloane now putting his huge cockhead to Kim's
tiny asshole, thrusting up into the screaming oriental slut as Colby pounds
into her, punching, slapping, beating the woman up savagely.
   Dark deep-red bruises already marr her milk-white titflesh abdomen and
thighs, a trickle of blood spills from her broken lip as Colby seizes her
face by her chin standing over her.
   "Look at me, pig!" he shouts at her.
   Sloane meanwhile rams his pecker up her shithole.
   Kim looks up into Colby's scowling expression blinded by the ceiling
lamp's glare above him, her dark oval-shaped eyes slitted and tear-filled.
   "Drink my spit," he orders.
   She opens her mouth wide and he hocks into it.  She winces and gags as
the phlegm hits the back of her throat but drinks it down.
   "Again," he snarls.
   "Goddamn," Sloane grunts as he feels the bitch's rectum squeezing his
fat prick inside her.
   Colby spits in her yawning mouth, a long trailing white phlegm-wad as
she moans, gasps, swallows.
   "Let's deep-throat the cunt, man," Sloane proposes, ice-blue eyes
glinting.
   "Yeahhh!" Colby replies.  "Let's give er a good healthy sperm-feeding
before sending er on er way."
   They force Kim down on her knees.
   Her eyes are closed again in the same trance-like expression as before,
her hips gyrating in tight circles, knees wide apart as if she were being
fucked, as if she were riding a long hard cockshaft, moving up and down
dreamy-faced.  Things are escalating now and she knows the end won't be
long in coming.  The knowledge fills her with deep terror and simultaneouly
unbridled sexual excitement.
   Colby takes her by her hair first.  His long sleek phallus hovers over
her as she moans softly then arches upward to take it in her small sweet
mouth.  She bobs back and forth urgently, her lips squeezing him knowingly,
her tongue riffing on his piss- slit.  He lets her work him getting bigger,
harder, then with a grunt he forces his entire cock into her mouth.  She
gags but does not fight him, does not retreat.
   "Yeahh, whore!" Colby growls.  "Choke on me!"
   Her face flushes dark red and she makes a gagging sound as Colby's cock
shuts off her trachea blocking the air supply into her lungs.
   "Bitch...fuckin' bitch...."
   Then Colby steps back, pulling out of her as a stream of white spittle
spills down her chin.
   Sloane steps up.  His cock is bigger and fatter and it doesn't take long
before the pretty little bitch is choking and gagging on him.
   The men take turns fucking Kim's face, slapping it, choking her, making
her gag and cough up thick white spumes, thrusting angrily into her,
yanking on her hair.
   Colby shoots off in her throat first, his legs wide apart, hips pumping
as he unloads in the gasping young slut.  A moment later after Colby pulls
his dripping pecker out of her Sloane takes over spurting hard hot jets of
cum into her wide open mouth and on her bruised cheeks.
   But the release doesn't slow the killers down and while the bitch still
kneels wide-legged, tottering, hot sperm gobs trailing down her neck and
bruised boobs Sloane and Colby pick up the heavy metal pipes that lean
against the wall.
   "Let's kill the fucking bitch!" Sloane snarls.
   Both men swing the terrible weapons simultaneously across the young
tied-up woman.  The metal pipes smack into her with a dull meaty thud,
Sloane's into the side of her upper thigh, Colby's into the juicy flesh of
her tit-jugs.  She cries out, eyes wide open to see her killers, to look up
as they strike again, Colby smashing his pipe into her lower back, Sloane
into her ribcage.
   She's almost knocked over by the impacts, her head swinging from side to
side as she sobs loudly.
   "Don't fall, cunt!" Colby shouts swinging his bar across her chest.  She
gives out a pitiful high-pitched howl as her clavicle is smashed.  Sloane
swings his pipe down across her bound crossed wrists breaking the carpal
bone of one arm and the radius and ulna of the other.  Both men circle
their victim beating her as she kneels there and takes it.  Their sperm
still dribbles down her face and from their cocks which are now erect again
with mind-blowing sadistic pleasure.  They smack their pipes into her sides
snapping her hips, breaking pelvic bones and making her shriek, bend
forward and puke blood.  Sloane brings his metal club down across both her
kneeling legs cracking one tibia and dislocating one foot.  Finally, unable
to take anymore, she falls forward on her face and they smash into her
viciously breaking both her arms, both her legs, shouting and cursing her,
jerking off and bringing the lethal, full-strenghth blows down on her
broken body.  Still, incredibly alive, she groans weakly as they cut her
free from the hemp ropes.  Then, one knee on her spine to hold her steady,
Sloane lifts her broken leg by the ankle bending it back at an impossible
angle, pulling the broken arm upward until wrist and ankle meet unnaturally
in mid-air.  She shrieks with newfound zeal as Colby wraps metal wire
around her opposing limbs, first one arm and leg and then the other.  While
the bitch waits wide-mouthed in unfathomable pain her wired-together limbs
are hooked to two suspension lines from a pulley in the ceiling and she's
hoisted high up off the floor to hang in mid air like some diving acrobat
frozen in the execution of a graceful jump.
   "Pleeease," she sob-moans weakly.  "...finish m-me...finish me..."
   The men pick up the metal pipes again.
   Now the beating turns deadly.
   Sloane stands behind her delivering smashing, pulverizing blows between
her broken, wide-flung legs, he pounding into her pussy until its just a
shapeless bloody mass.  Colby swings like a major-leaguer laying into a
home-run, destroying Kim's torso and flanks, busting and dislocating both
her shoulders.  The two men take powerful shots at her legs, shattering
kneecaps, breaking ankles and feet.
   Finally, Sloane drops his pipe and steps up to the broken china-doll to
force his cock deep into her bloody smashed cooze.
   In front of her, Colby reaches down to angle her sagging head up and
look down into her face, the heavy pipe in his grip.
   "Ready, pig?" he asks her hoarsely.
   Her broken body swings back and forth from Sloane's fuck-thrusts.
   "Yes, Master," she replies weakly, blood and bits of gut-meat dribbling
from her mouth.
   "Y-ess - I-I'm - rea-ready -"
   "Good," Colby replies.  "That's what I need to hear..."
   She looks up at him, eyes half-closed as he steps back and she sees him
silouhetted against the overhead light as he raises the pipe high.  Behind
her, Sloane grips her broken hips rising up on his toes, grunting savagely
as he empties himself inside her.  She hears the pipe whistling, as it
comes for her, sees it only for a flashing instant as it swings through the
air, for the briefest flashing instant before it clangs into her skull,
breaking it like an eggshell.  Brutally Colby clubs the girls's head again
and again.
   "Yeah!" Sloane shouts.  "Yeah!  Yeah!  Crush her like a goddamn bug! 
Destroy the fucking slut!"
   Colby clubs the pretty face, breaking cheek bones and nose, smashing her
teeth in, striking repeatedly, methodically, until his cock erupts and he
moves toward his victim to empty his over-full balls on her bloody
disfigured head.
   Afterwards, the men lower Kim's broken cadaver to the warehouse floor
and stand over her, stand in her warm puddling blood spattered with viscera
and bone bits.
   "Shit," Colby sighs.  Both he and Sloane are bathed in sweat and are
still coming down from the orgasmic high.  "That was great!"
   "Jesus, yes!" Sloane agrees.  "So which one's this, fourteen or
fifteen?" he asks.
   "Fuck - I don't know," Colby replies.  "Beats the shit out of me."
   "No -" Sloane comments absolutely straight-faced as he looks down at the
mangled corpse of their victim.
   "It beats the shit out of HER!"
   They laugh, heartless, cruel man-laughter and the sound of it moves past
the pool of light and the slaughtered woman into the silent dark corners of
the old warehouse.
   WOODBURN