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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.

   Burn Her
   The young girl swam naked across the clear calm water of the pond,
tanned flesh slick and wet, strong limbs gleaming in the mid-morning sun
just beneath the rippling surface .
   From the edge of the trees, from the shadows, the men watched her,
hungry for her blood.
   Of the three who hid in the forest stalking the young female it was Thad
who had had initiated this hunt.  He'd watched this target, Laurie Gates,
for over six weeks before forming the group.
   This was customary protocol for members of the Black X cult.  A member
would single out a female until he was sure of clear opportunity.  Then he
would call upon fellow members to join in a hunt and possibly a kill. 
Usually these groups would consist of three individuals from the same area
or region - the Black X cult encompassed most of the continental U.S.  and
its powerful membership extended even into some South American countries -
so that members could assemble in less than twelve hours and the
opportunity for slaughter would not be lost.
   Thad had tracked the girl and studied her movements.  He knew she came
to Greelie's Pond every Saturday morning, unless it rained, riding on her
bike from town, her pretty tanned legs pumping the pedals, blonde hair
fanning back from her girlish face in the wind.  He had watched her at
least fifteen times, from where he and the others now hid, from the trees
at the edge of the pond, jerking off and thinking of the things he wanted
to do with the sixteen year old.
   Now, after all the planning, he was about to get what he wanted.
   Matt and Ward, the other two cult members, had driven into the area
early in the morning and they had all met at the intersection of 5A and
Rotterdam Road.  Thad showed them the pictures he had taken of the girl. 
The men wore combat clothing and boots, dark green t-shirts and camouflage
pants.
   "Nice lookin' cunt," Matt had commented.
   In the picture, Laurie was drying herself off with a towel, her pretty
head tilted back at the sky, sunlit, dark wet hair falling in thick
strands. She had unknowingly been facing Thad's hidden camera and the men
now gloated over the photograph taking in the perfection of her full round
tits, her curving young hips, her strong smooth thighs.
   But it was her cute face they were mostly drawn to.  Because Laurie
still had little girl cheeks, round with baby fat, and the most attractive
blue-sky apple-pie smile.  She radiated innocence.  And the killers really
liked that...the younger the better...young girls, children who were just
becoming women, were such delicious targets, such sweetly perfect targets.
Black X cult members believed that young females like Laurie should be used
merely for pleasure and that their torture and murder should be not only
permissible but downright sanctioned.  They believed that the killing of
young females was a sacred rite, that it had been so in many primitive
pre-civilized human societies.  Virgins were tossed into volcanoes or
gang-raped by all the males of the tribe or drowned or thrown off cliffs
after their clits were shorn off.  It was part of the natural order of
things.  Modern societies had eliminated this sacred masculine privilige
which the Black X cult proclaimed as its central dogma.
   The men had gotten into the black four-wheel drive vehicle which they'd
packed with all the essential items.  Then, leaving Thad's car behind,
parked off the main road, in a hidden area behind a thick growth of bushes
and oak trees, they'd made their way to Greelie's Pond.  They had set up
camp about a half a mile from the pond, in a clearing Thad had staked out.
Then they had gone to the lake to wait for their prey.
   Ward had seen her first when she stepped out of a path on the opposite
shore of the pond wearing white shorts, a blue t-shirt two sizes too big
which slid off one shoulder and brown sandals.  He motioned to the other
two men and they all watched silently as she stripped naked on the shore of
the pond.  They all had high powered binoculars.  They looked like soldiers
on patrol about to ambush an enemy, their faces tense and grim, their
movements charged with purpose.
   "Fuckin' bitch..." Matt whispered hoarsely.
   It was his first look at the kill and he was impressed.
   "Yeahh..." Thad commented.
   "Good work, Thad," Ward whispered as he watched the lovely girl reach
back to undo her black lace bra.  Her soft tits tumbled free and the men
hissed.  She was delicious.  "Yeah, bro," Matt added.  "You found a
winner...  Trevor's gonna love this one," Matt said, as he watched their
target now sliding her panties down her smooth lanky legs and stepping out
of her sandals.
   Trevor was the creator and leader of Black X - founder and
self-proclaimed bitch- killer.  In the early seventies, he'd made a
considerable fortune with the sale of 8mm underground S&M movies and
magazines.  In the late seventies the old films had been transferred to
video and they were still selling.  Older members calculated that Trevor
had personally slaughtered some seven hundred women over the years; and
that figure did not include the ten or fifteen shared kills in the private
Black X yearly orgies held at the private ranch in Montana or the Caribbean
island retreat, every year for the past twelve years.
   Thad had attended two of the orgies.  They had changed him forever.
   There was nothing like watching a young girl die under torture...nothing
like sinking your knife into warm whoreflesh...  This was his life's
vocation.  Nothing else even came close.
   So now he watched the girl as she walked into the water.  Through the
binoculars he could see her face as if she was right in front of him.  She
smiled and looked up at the sky as she slid down into the clear cool pond.
Pretty little slut, he thought.  Next to this pleasure, this anticipation
of destruction, nothing....nothing even comes close.
   All three men watched her as she now swam toward their side of the pond.
   "This is gonna be easy," Matt said softly, licking his lips.  "Real
easy."
   __________________
   She sees them and she stops swimming, treads water watching them
fearfully.
   "What do you want?" she cries.
   The men laugh and walk to the edge of the pond.
   "Leave me alone!" the helpless child shouts panicking.
   "You comin' out, you little bitch?" Thad calls out.  "Or are we comin'
in to get ya?"
   "I don't feel like gettin' wet, baby," Ward warns.  "Don't piss me off."
   "Yeah," Matt adds.  "You don't wanna piss us off."
   The men step forward, their boots in the water now, and Laurie turns
suddenly and starts swimming for the opposite bank.
   "Yeah!" Ward shouts.  "Go, baby!"
   "Let her get to the other side," Thad says, watching the girl treading
water away from them.  "We'll chase her through the woods."
   "Nice idea, Thad, my man," Matt comments.  "But the cunt is gonna scream
her little head off."
   As if on cue Laurie starts crying out for help from the water.  She is
already a quarter of the way back to the opposite shore.  Matt glances at
her then back to Thad with a see-what-I-mean expression on his face.
   Calmly, Thad eyes Matt and Ward.  He likes the two men in his
cell-group. Matt is a big strong guy, six-four.  Ward is shorter more
compact, but powerfully built.  He is also the only one of the three with
blonde hair.  All three are clean-shaven and crew-cut, Matt with thinning
hair and receeding hair-line.  They are Trevor's Black X soldiers ready for
action.
   "There's no one around for miles," Thad tells them.  "Why do you think
this site is so perfect?  No one ever comes out here.  The hunting and
fishing is on the other side of town, and not until later in the year. 
Take my word for it, guys.  This area is completely safe."
   Matt and Ward look at each other.
   "Looks like he's got it all figured out," Ward says.
   Matt looks back at Thad knowingly."Yeahh...it looks like he planned it
this way all along," he says smiling.  "Yeah...a cunt-hunt!" Thad smiles.
   "'s that what you had in mind, Thad, my man?"
   Thad nods.  The men give each other high-fives.
   "A cunt-hunt...well goddamn, Thad...a goddamn cunt-hunt!"
   They turn to see the girl now climbing out of the water and scrambling
into the trees, screaming as she runs.  "Let's go!" Thad growls.  "Let's
get er!"
   She runs up the hill, up the path through the stretch of woods, her wet
feet sliding and slipping on the dead leaves, stinging from an occasional
rock, stumbling, falling, gasping for air, getting up again to run because
she knows they are coming and she knows why they are coming, she saw that
in their eyes, and the branches of the trees swat at her naked body.  If
she can make it to the road maybe someone will see...the road...the
road...God the road is so far away!  She is halfway up the hill when she
hears them enter the path below, their heavy boots thrashing through the
underbrush.  They're moving fast!  So fast!  She starts crying, whimpering.
She trips and falls into thorn-riddled branches that pierce and cut her
skin.  She cries out..."HELP!  PLEASE!  SOMEBODY! HELP MEEEEE!"
   She hears them laugh.
   They are coming for her.  She's up again, almost losing her balance,
leaves and bits of dirt and grass stuck to her legs...and its so cold!  but
she hardly feels that now...a little further is the road!  Just a little
bit further!  Past those big trees...But the men are right behind her now!
She can see them!  Oh God, they are strong!  They look like soldiers! What
are soldiers doing here?  Are there more of them?  The road The
road...gasping she's gasping and no air...can't breathe...her lungs on
fire..
   From behind her the hand pulls her by one ankle, yanks her off her feet,
pulls her in a heap to the hard ground.
   The men circle her as she lies on the carpet of dead leaves out of
breath looking up at them.
   "You almost made it, bitch!" Thad tells her bending over her to grab her
by her hair and pull her up on her knees.
   "OOWWWW!" she cries grabbing his arm, trying to fight him.
   "PUT YOUR HANDS DOWN!" he shouts.She goes on struggling with him,
digging her nails into his arm.  The other two seize her, one on each side,
by her wrists, holding her arms far apart.
   "YE-ahh," Matt snickers.  "She's a feisty little cunt."
   Thad looks down at his arm where she's scratched him then at Laurie,
naked, on her knees between the two men, her hands rolled up into fists as
she glares at him fiercely.  "Mad, Laurie?" he asks her.  "Huh?  Are you
angry, you stupid twat?"
   "H-how do you...know my name?" she asks, fear suddenly replacing fury in
her eyes.
   "I know everything about you, you little cunt!  EVERYTHING!...Hold 'er,"
he snarls and viciously he backhands her across the face three - four
times. She cries out with each loud smack.Then he steps up to her and
punches her in the stomach.
   "Uuuuuwhhhhh!" she groans and as she bends forward he swings his fist up
into her face.
   "EVERYTHING!" he shouts as her head swings backward unhinged.
   "YEAH!" Matt shouts approvingly.
   "Lets tie her over there," Ward says indicating a pine tree just off the
path. They drag the struggling naked girl to the tree.  Thad takes the rope
and the knife from his utility belt and in a few seconds they've secured
her, facing them, hands behind her, feet apart straddling the trunk.
   They take turns beating up on her, each man taking his own intimate
moment of brutality with the wet-skinned youth.
   Matt stands in front of her and slaps her tits.  He slaps them hard as
she looks up at him begging for him to stop.  He slaps them harder, makes
them bounce around from side to side.  He swings hard, smacking Laurie's
boobs again and again, until they are dark mottled and red.  Then he slaps
her lovely face turning it first to one side then the other then reaching
over to grab her by the hair and look into her eyes only to slap her again,
back and forth, side to side, leaning forward to french- kiss his unwilling
victim then slap and slap and slap her some more, face and tits, side to
side, back and forth, faster, harder...  stopping suddenly and walking
away.
   Ward likes to kick.  He's a black-belt and as Matt steps away the little
bitch becomes now like the punching bag in his training gym.  The other two
watch and cheer him on as he does some swinging kicks that slam his booted
foot into Laurie's midriff, into her chest, into her face, blood spilling
from her lips.  He spins and kicks like Chuck Norris or Van Damme, like a
regular action-movie hero.  Only here there are no bad guys fighting back,
no dark magical enemies, only an unfortunate, helpless bleeding girl being
brutally and systematically savaged.  As they watch Ward working on Laurie,
crouching a few feet away, Thad lights up a joint and shares it with Matt.
Ward steps back from the captive to take a hit.  He holds the smouldering
joint up to the teenage girl's bleeding face.  "Want some?" he asks
mockingly.She looks up at him and as she does he touches the lit end to her
cheek burning her.  She howls in pain.The men laugh.Ward now winds up,
taking a combat stance in front of the bound girl.
   "SLUTTT!" he shouts, and as he does, his boot flies up and slams into
her pussy.
   "GhhUUWHHHH!" she grunts, jerking forward against the ropes.  The men
shout jubilantly, like a team that has scored a goal.  Blood trickles down
Laurie's thighs as she sobs held cruelly to the pine's rough trunk.
   "What do you think, guys..." Ward prompts.  "One more for the road?"
   "Goddamn, Ward..." Thad smiles getting to his feet.  "One more like that
last one and its all over." He walks over to the captive teenager and runs
his hands through her soft sweaty hair.
   "Let's take this little kitty down slow...Let's take our time with
her... She's got a lot to give...Don't you?  Huh?  Huh, baby?  Yes, you
do."
   He lifts her face up by the chin tenderly to look at his lovely victim.
Her eyes are gray-blue and wide and teary.  They make his cock lead-pipe
hard.  The other men look on.  Its his kill and they know it.  He will call
the shots on this one. Gently he kisses her trembling bleeding lips. 
Mmmmmm The taste of warm blood sends his mind spinning further than the
pot....he remembers the Black X orgy...the woman on the rack...the long
thin needles entering her ribcage....
   Laurie lets herself be kissed.  She's in a daze, pushed beyond terror,
beyond sanity.  Her attackers have already won the first victory.  They
have broken her will.
   Thad goes around her and unties her from the tree, she slides to her
knees as the men close a circle around her.  They unzip their combat pants
and pull out their cocks.  As she looks up, Matt's piss splashes over her
shoulder running upwards, up her neck, up to her cheek past the tiny red
circle wound the lit marijuana joint left on her, then Ward's cock spits
out its yellow stream right in her flushed beaten face.  She brings her
hands up to shield herself.
   "Put your hands down," Thad commands softly.
   This time she obeys wordlessly.
   "Put them behind you."
   The men smile as they watch the girl clasp her hands at the back of her
waist, her wrists rubbed raw from the rope that held her to the tree.  Then
as the other men finish, Thad steps right up to her and with a sigh, he too
begins to empty his bladder on her.  He reaches down to take her by the
hair as his piss stream traces her lips and cheeks.  "Open..." he tells
her. Crying, she obeys him, her will totally broken, as she opens her mouth
for his piss.He puts his pissing cock right in her mouth . 
"...yeahh...Drink it, cunt..."
   They watch her choke and swallow, a stream of piss exiting her lips and
rolling down off Thad's shaft in a stream to the ground.  As he finishes he
pulls her head down slowly, bending her forward, to push her face into the
puddle of piss in the dirt at his feet.  She struggles just a bit but he
rubs her face into the ground, she bent way forward, arms still clasped
behind her.  He does not do it in a brutal way. He handles her like a lover
would handle her, firmly.
   "Now I'm gonna let you go, " he tells her.  "But I want to see you lick
that piss up for me, OK?"
   She says nothing.  He pulls her face up to look at her.  Dirt and bits
of leaves cling to her cheeks and nose and eyebrows.
   "OK!?"
   She nods, her eyes glassy.
   "SAY-YES, MASTER."
   "...y-yes, m-master..."
   He lets her go and she bends down to do his bidding.  The men watch
their broken victim push her face into the piss-soaked ground.
   "...Beautiful..."Matt whispers."Too bad we didn't get this part on
tape..." Ward says jerking off, watching the beaten teenager's complete
broken submission.  All three of them jerk off now.
   The wind moves through the trees as the afternoon heats up.  The
rustling sound fills the silence and the soft sobbing of the girl is almost
imperceptible.
   2.
   The camp the men have set up is in a small clearing in the heart of the
forest. It is a grassy clearing and there are video-cameras focused on its
center from four vantage points.  A wooden post with manacles on it rises
from a platform that has been erected.  There are also several stakes
nailed into the ground near the platform, and, at one end of the clearing,
ropes dangle from a tree.  A large folding table has been set up on the
platform near the wooden post.  Instruments of torture are laid out upon
it.
   Thad enters the clearing pulling the naked teenage girl behind him on a
rope leash around her neck.  Her wrists are bound behind her and she walks
with difficulty her body bruised and bloody from the beating.  When the
girl sees the clearing and the instruments of torture, the plan of the men
is suddenly clear.  She begins to wail in terror falling to her knees. 
Thad turns to kick her and shout at her to shut up and get on her feet but
she's hysterical.
   All three men close around her kicking her as she crouches.  They kick
her harder and harder, knocking the air out of her, finally shutting her
up.
   Ward goes to the table on the platform and picks up a gagging device. 
It is a leather strap, a thick belt, with a buckle and a short metal-ringed
tube to be positioned over the mouth.  While the other men hold her he
buckles the strap around her face tight.  The tube is forced between her
teeth stretching the pretty teenager's mouth wide open.  Then they lay her
out on her back and tie her spreadeagled to the stakes in the ground, one
limb to each stake.
   The men strip naked.  Thad goes to the cameras to make sure they are
running.  Then he goes to the table and picks up a long knitting needle and
a cigarette lighter.
   Matt's the first to fuck Laurie.
   He kneels down between her outstretched legs, lifts her ass off the
ground and slides into her, pushing himself deep into her, breaking her
pussy and spilling her virgin blood with a laughing shout.  While he
slam-fucks her, Ward straddles the young bitch's chest and puts his huge
cock between her tits, grabbing the succulent mounds of flesh in his hands
and pressing them around his shaft, pinching her nipples and occasionally
slapping her gagged face hard.
   In the meantime, Thad kneels on the ground behind Matt, watching the
powerful man's back ripple and his big muscular butt-cheeks thrust and
clench as he fucks the helpless girl into the dirt.  Taking the knitting
needle, Thad stabs Laurie's pretty feet.
   Since her ankles are bound to the stakes she cannot move her limbs away
so he holds them up, taking one at a time, to grip the toes and pull them
back.  He jabs the point of the needle which is ten inches long, into her
footsoles.  At first he just jabs, causing her to wriggle and squeal, then
he stabs deep into the core of the limb making her scream into her gag,
making Matt and Ward fuck her more violently.
   This is what he'd fantasized about while watching her swim in the pond
all those weeks...He'd watched her lay on the ground in the sun, naked and
wet, after her swim, and he had trained the binoculars on her legs and
feet, and he'd dreamt of how nice it would be to take a long pin and push
it into her, to gouge her...And now he did it, piercing her heels and the
side of the feet and the ankles above the binding ropes and the calves, and
the shins, making her screech and beg for mercy, and call out to her mother
and father and God, babbling and babbling as blood trickled from the tiny
hurtful wounds.  It made him dizzy...the reality far, far exceeded his
fantasy. He pierced into her toemeat then, cruelly, under the toe nails,
driving the pin into her, then driving the pin right through the nail.
   Then, flicking on the lighter he held the tip of the long knitting
needle in the flame. He tortured the teenage girl's feet with the hot metal
pushing it into the soft flesh.  Then he held the lighter's flame to the
soles of her feet while he stabbed them until they were covered with black
burnsmears and hundreds of pinprick wounds.
   "Let me FUCK 'er!" he shouted now, half-crazed with sadistic pleasure.
   Matt and Ward kneel on either side of her and rub their cocks against
her gagged face as Thad slides into her with a hoarse cry.
   "TAKE IT!!" he shouts.  Her pussy muscles squeeze his cock as she sobs
uncontrollably.
   "Yeahhh THAD!" Matt shouts.  "FUCK 'ER!  C'MON.....FUCKKK 'ER!  FUCK THE
GODDAMN LITTLE BITCH!"
   As he jams his cock into her Thad takes her tit pinching the nipple and
raising it to take the knitting needle and drive it right into the
stretched globe, piercing and piercing, putting bleeding holes in the
screaming teenager.  He takes her other tit and does the same.  She bucks
and shrieks manically under him and he punishes her with his cock slamming
her heartlessly.  He takes the knitting needle and stabs her face now above
the gag, her cheeks, her forehead.
   "SHIT ON 'ER!" he shouts at the two men who jerk off wildly now.  "SHIT
ON THE FUCKIN' WHORE!"
   Ward crouches over the teenager's face, sits on her head, straddling it
so she can't move, his big strong thighs rippling, his toes digging into
the ground.  Thad looks in the other man's face and sees the tense smile,
he sees the man's belly muscles move.  He stabs the knitting needle into
Laurie's left nipple and takes Ward by the shoulders and Ward takes his
shoulders, both men clasped together over the suffering bitch. 
"Yeahhh....Ward.....yeahhh....do it, man!  do it!  shit in her mouth...shit
in the sslutt's mouth...c'mon...c'mon...ohhh...YEAHH!  THAT'S IT...YEAHH!"
A huge long turd slides out of Ward's asshole as he grunts and into the
metal- ringed hole in Laurie's gag.  He takes his hands from Thad's
shoulders to hold the teenage girl's head still, to empty his bowels in
her. She gags and chokes as the shit is forced down her throat.
   "GODDAMN!" shouts Matt as he looks on.  "That's a big fucking TURD! 
That's a serious load, my man!"
   Ward wipes his ass in her hair and rises off her.  Matt crouches over
her and with a deep guttural groan empties two fat brown gops on her face.
   "..Uhhh...uhhh..." Thad groans...  "yeah....oh...mann...yeah...uh! 
UHH!"
   With a supreme effort of will he keeps from cumming inside Laurie's
flexing cunt.  He pulls out of her and stands over her jerking off.  All of
them jerk off.The bitch is a mess, shit all over her face, her cheeks, tits
and feet bleeding, the knitting needle sticking up out of her boob.
   "Let's hose 'er down again," Matt grunts.
   "Yeah..." Thad replies.  "Let's piss that shit off'a her face..."
   The three men train their pissing cocks once again on the defenseless
spreadeagled girl washing the gobs of shit off her pinpricked bleeding
cheeks.  When they finish they untie her and haul her up on her feet, drag
her to the tree at the edge of the clearing from which the ropes hang.
   They push her face-first into the tree, a fat oak, making her hug the
trunk, raising her arms high, they take hammer and nails and while Matt and
Thad hold her Ward nails her hands right into the wood.  They rip the gag
out of her.  She vomits shit all over herself and screeches and whines and
sobs.  Holding her by her ankles, legs spread wide, as wide as they can get
them, they take long construction nails and nail her feet to the thick
roots of the tree.  Then all three of them take up long knotted bullwhips.
   The whoosh and crackk of the big whips fills the forest.  Birds explode
into the sky in a flutter of wings startled by the harsh explosive sounds.
The screams of the teenager rise into the beautiful afternoon with the
flight of the birds.
   WHIFFFFFF!  WHAFFFFFF!  CC-CRACCKKK!SLASHHH!  WHAPPFFF!
   The men are merciless now.  Merciless.  They jerk off as they flog her.
The whips slicing down on her, curving and wrapping around her waist and
legs, tearing flecks of skin right off her.
   CCRACKKK!  WHAPPPPFFF!  WHOOOOFFF!  SLLLASHH!
   Beautiful dark crimson welts begin to cross her tanned flesh.  Where the
whips swing and curl around the curving slopes of skin the welts are dark
and splotchy almost blue.  She shrieks and gasps for air as the lashes find
her most vulnerable and sensitive areas...the lower back, just above the
asscheeks...the backs of her thighs...her kneehollows...even her pussy is
struck by the lashtongues as they castigate the fleshy orbs of her ass.
   WHAPPPFF!WHAPPFFF!WHAPPPFFF!CC-CRACKKK!  CRACKK!
   She dances her dance of punishment and the men smile with pleasure as
they tear her skin from her, as they tear her life from her in terrible
wicked, uncounted, unmeasured, and uncaringly vicious strokes.  This is
what they've come for and now they are taking their fill...they are feeding
on the helpless teenage girl's agony.
   They pause for a moment of respite, the girl continues to jerk and
shiver as if she's still being whipped.  Thad steps up to her and runs his
hand down her back feeling the flushed beaten flesh, salivating and licking
his lips.  He squeezes and caresses her striped thighs and she responds to
his loving touch relaxing jerking around less and less.  He licks her back
up the middle of the spine, from the crack of her ass to the back of her
neck.
   "Poor baby...."he whispers softly in her ear..."Poor baby..."
   Laurie stops writhing, her face falling forward against the tree as she
sobs... "No moooore....please...no mooore..."
   Thad steps back."You don't want us to hurt you anymore, baby?" he asks
mockingly.
   "Nooo...please....please,m-master..."
   The men snicker.
   "You want us to let you go?"
   "Ohh yess!  YESS!"
   She turns to look at him, pleadingly, hopefully...but already his arm is
raised.
   "Can't always get what you want."
   WHACKKK!  SLASHHH!  WHACKKK!
   She screams as the whips tear into her again.  The men laugh as they
flog her even more viciously now than before.
   "CAN'T ALWAYS GET WHAT YOU WANT!"
   Laughter...whipstrokes...the dancing girl victim nailed to the
tree...the video cameras record it all for Trevor who will later have it
copied and sent to the members of his sadistic cult.
   Especially this part now:
   The three men un-nail the woman from the tree and take her to the pulley
rope that's attached to a strong overhead branch.  Matt starts the fire
while they get her ready.  Thad and Ward tie her arms behind her and her
ankles together.  They rope around her open mouth three strands knotted
harshly behind her head and they knot a harness of rope around her hips and
shoulders.  Then knotting this harness and the mouth rope to the pulley
line they pull Laurie up off the ground. They let her hang there babbling
and bleeding as the branding irons heat up in the flames.  This is a
crucial part of the videotape for the Black X cult members.  Her face
rope-snagged, completely unable to move, the defenseless victim can only
watch as her three tormentors approach with branding irons ablaze.  The
ends of the irons are simple X shapes.  Thad stands now before his victim
looking up at her as she dangles from the tree, his face level with her
belly.  She looks down at him from her distant haze of pain, her body
slashed, and bleeding, her beaten pierced face swollen and bruised.  He
lifts the branding iron up and she sees it coming her eyes wide, her lips
moving against the ropegag, her legs quivering.
   "Take the pain we give you, bitch..."
   He pushes the blazing red X into one tit.
   The skin hisses and bubbles.  Smoke wafts upward from the burning boob.
   Laurie jerks and spasms with complete futility in her suspended bondage.
   Thad takes the iron from her and sinks it into her other tit pushing
upward, pushing the hot metal right to the bone until the skin splits open
and blood trickles down her chest from the black burnwound.
   Now Matt and Ward step up to the hanging girl and all three men push
their branding irons into her.  Soon the bitch is covered with black X
marks.  The men work on her with religious concentration occasionally going
back to the fire to reheat the irons. They brand the slut's feet, her
thighs, her calves...her bound hands, her belly, her whipped back and
ass...they push their irons deep into her pussymound burning, roasting the
tender cuntflesh...they push burning iron into her asshole and Thad raises
his weapon to mark her cheeks, her tears hissing under the hot metal.
   Then, Laurie is lowered to the ground.
   They half carry, half drag her to the post on the wooden platform.  With
barbed wire they tie her back against it.  She faints and they slap her
awake.They pick up the clubs, terrible wooden clubs with big spikes on the
ends.  They stand, Matt and Ward on either side of her, Thad in front of
her.  The clubbing begins.With all their strength the three powerful men
swing their huge spiked weapons across the shrieking teenager.  The first
few blows break her ribs.Matt concentrates on her belly and upper thighs,
spikes gashing guts and blood out of her.  Thad breaks her legs, smashing
first her ankles, then her knees, the bitch hanging now from the wooden
post by the barbed wire.  Ward shouts and growls as he clubs her tits,
ripping her tits to pieces, breaking first one shoulder then the other,
breaking her arm.  The sounds of her bones cracking and her wild yowling
screams energize the men.  They are like wild animals now.They are out to
obliterate the little cunt.  The clubs smash down on her with vicious fury.
Her head and her face take the blows, cheek-bones splintered, lips sliced,
forehead bleeding...
   Now the men set the platform on fire.
   Laurie no longer conscious is circled by the roaring flames.  The men
jerk off as they watch the fire lick at her beaten broken body.  Suddenly
she is awake again, her eyes full of horror as the flames envelop her legs
up to the thighs.  "YEAHHH!" Matt shouts gleefully.  His sperm shoots out
in thick gobs.  Now the fire is up to her belly, licking at her ripped out
guts and gashed nipples.
   "HHOOLY FFUCKKK!" Ward screams sinking to his knees before the blazing
spectacle like a rock-and-roll guitar player at the climax of the song.  He
comes throwing his head back to howl like a dog.  Thad watches the fire now
consume the teenage victim, his victim, his beaten, vanquished slut, his
bloody whore and he smiles at her through the flames, looking right into
her wide eyes as the blaze envelops her face and hair.  For a moment she's
like an angel with a golden halo of fire...then the face melts and burns
black and Thad comes, his sperm spurting out of him in hard spasms that
make him grunt and gasp.  "...burn...bitch...burn...burn...burn...."
   When the platform and the teenage female are ashes on the ground the
cameras are picked up and stored away.  The ropes and weapons are cleaned
off and put away for another hunt.  Dirt is shovelled over the ruins and
remains.
   Quietly, the afternoon fades into dusk as the Black-X soldiers walk out
of the forest.
   WOODBURN