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. 

	
			                Butchery


	"I don't want to die," she whimpered.
	Even without lipstick her mouth was a sexual invitation, moist and pink.
	"You'll do whatever I need you to do, whore," R-man said coldly. 
	She looked down at the tips of her red-painted toes framed in the black high-
heeled sandals avoiding his angry stare.
	She was very young, not yet sixteen, but already eager to be his at all costs,
even if for the moment the stakes seemed far too extreme for her to deal with, the
reality of what he wanted too close at hand.
	He had seduced her on the Internet, seeking her vulnerabilities, working on
her patiently for months, and now he'd brought her to his cabin in the woods
outside the city.
	She was such a perfect candidate for him, her mother a whore whose
boyfriend had repeatedly raped and beaten mother and daughters with complete
impunity when Karen was only twelve and her small sister, Chrissy, eight. 
Dysfunctional was a kind word to use for the Calano household.  In fact, if
everything went as R-man planned, the Calano household would be no more. 
	Mother, child and little sis would soon be history.  All three of them would
soon be just ground-fill in the forest outside.
	And the funny thing was that the sadistic boyfriend, a photographer who had
abandoned Yvonne Calano and her two daughters a couple of years earlier, as well
as the other Internet flunkies who had provided R-man with knowledge about
Karen and her dysfunctional little family, would probably think of him as their hero
for daring to do what they only dreamed about doing, daring to go where they
would never go.
	R-man choked Karen taking her slender little throat in his big powerful hands,
squeezing hard as he kissed her slutty mouth, feeling the shape of her voicebox and
her pulsing carotid artery under his strong fingers.
	Her still lingering fear angered him.  Why couldn't the little cunt realize that
from the moment she started communicating with him on the net her fate was
sealed?  Why didn't she just surrender to him once and for all?
	He could feel her warm pussy already moist against his pants, blatantly wet
with desire for him. It was clear that her body already accepted what was coming,
even if her mind still balked.
	"Tell me what I am to you, pig," he snarled, pulling back from the brutal kiss
but still choking the young girl.
	"G-Godd..." she moaned, looking up at him, green-eyes wide, her blonde
bangs just barely touching her brows. The word was a blasphemy spoken in
this demonic place. 
	"You - you are m-my one and - and o-only - true -God..." she finished.
	Her voice was sweetly girlish, endearingly throaty and insecure.
	"That's fucking right," he replied squeezing her neck still harder. "And
whatever God tells you to do...you  WILL do it..."
	She nodded then whimpered as he smeared his lips on her again, this
time thrusting his tongue deep into her mouth.
	He had cuffed her hands behind her and she longed to hug him and press
herself against his strong body but was unable to do anything else other than
submit.  She was completely powerless before him, with no will and no strength,
weak and submissive, waiting for his next order, hanging on his every word.
	Earlier that night, he had picked her up on the corner of Sutton Place and
Main after making her wait there in the cold rain, watching from half a block away
beforehand, making sure of her unquestioning loyalty.  On the phone he had told
her to be there at exactly two in the afternoon, wearing the short dress in the
photograph she'd sent him, the photograph her mother's abusing boyfriend had
taken in his studio before raping Karen, her mother and her sister and suspending
them from the ceiling by ropes to take some bondage shots of them. So now, for R-
man, Karen wore just that short blue dress, unbuttoned half way down the middle,
with black high-heel sandals and nothing else, even though it must have been forty
degrees outside that day. No umbrella, no raincoat, no jacket.  Nothing.  Just that
dress which for him was a symbol of her initiation into the slavery and abuse she so
richly deserved.  And she was to wait until her Master arrived, no matter how long
that took.  
	With amusement, for almost an hour, he'd watched the people passing by her
on the street.
	They gave the blonde child pitying looks.  Her hair, cut short to the base of
her neck, was dripping. She hugged herself and shivered visibly. A young well-
dressed businessman under an elegant black umbrella even asked her if she was ok. 
R-man had watched from the safety of his car half a block down the street, watched
her nod and smile politely even while she was obviously in extreme discomfort from
the bitter cold, her bangs wetly glued to her forehead and he'd watched the business
man move on.  He saw an older woman shake her head as she gave the shivering
sniffling slender girl a sad sideways glance.
	R-man made her wait there, made her stand half naked in the rain, sneezing,
wiping the snot from her nose, a sneer of contempt on his face, thinking about how
she had made him wait, telling him she wasn't ready. Now it was her turn to wait
and it pleased him to take out his revenge on his young slut.	
	For nearly a year they'd communicated only through e-mails and once in a
while on the phone until R-man had almost given up on the little bitch.  True, he'd
thought.  This was the youngest slave he'd ever had - at sixteen, the youngest
willing slave, anyway.  And she was beautiful as he'd learned from the picture she'd
sent him.  Besides there were other slaves to entertain him and please him while he
waited for her and worked on convincing her to come to him, having violent
cybersex with her, dominating her and destroying her will with his viciously sadistic
words.
	And in the heat of their frenzy over the Internet he would often ask, Would
you die for me? To please me?' and she had always and unfailingly replied, Yes,
master. I would die for you if that's what you wanted."
	But in reality she was terrified of him, even though his words seemed to leap
from the computer screen to fill her head and haunt her dreams. She was terrified of
the darkness he'd brought to life in her, a deep darkness that had always been there
in her just waiting to bloom, as it had with her mom's boyfriend, and now alone
with R-man in the cabin and in his choking grip she was denying what she had so
often professed to him and to herself. She was suddenly hesitant and that was
making him darkly angry.
	Earlier, when he'd pulled up to the curb and popped the locks of the rental
car she'd opened the vehicle's door and slid into the seat wet and shivering, her
cheeks flushed, quickly pulling the door shut behind her.
	He could tell she was not just shivering from the cold but also from the mind-
bending fear of finally being with him. Ignorant of the fact that he'd been observing
her on the street she'd huddled against the side-panel of the car, trying to squeeze
herself away from him and she kept her eyes downcast as he had instructed her to
in his final message to her on the Internet before the meeting. For a few moments
he just stared at her feeling his cock surging with sadistic power.
	He knew it had taken her a lot of courage to finally meet him, that her desires
had finally won out over her instinct of self-preservation.  But part of her still
fought, still feared, still hesitated.
	"Are you ready for me?" he'd asked.
	"Y-yes sir," she'd replied meekly.
	"You know what's in store for you, don't you?"
	"Yes, sir - I'm ready ."
	"Good," he'd said.  Glancing in the side-view mirror to make sure the road
was clear he'd pulled out into traffic and driven three blocks to Orson St. between
Main and 2nd st., a narrow dead-end alley which he'd backed up into.
	"Out of the car, bitch," he'd told her abruptly as he touched the release
switch under his seat that opened the trunk.
	She didn't know what was happening but obeyed wordlessly.  She was his
now and there was no going back. She stepped out of the vehicle into the alley in
the cold rain again, following him around to the rear of the car and watching as he
lifted and opened the dripping trunk lid.
	"Take the dress off," he'd said bluntly.
	For a brief instant she'd hesitated. After all they were out in public and even
though it was late evening and it was already dark it was still light enough for
anyone who might be around to see.
	"Now, cunt."
	His eyes blazed at her impatiently.
	There was no denying him. Instantly she'd peeled the garment up over her
head and stood there naked, blushing with shame, the rain sprinkling down on her
white body, trickles of water snaking around her white breast-buds and baby-pink
nipples, down her slender and shapely white belly and the swell of her rosy thighs
and down her knees and legs, water pooling inside her high-heel sandals. She'd
looked pitiful and child-like, like a lost waif.
	He'd snatched the soaking dress from her hand and tossed it into a trash can
near the car.
	"Get in there," he ordered pointing into the dark, felt-lined compartment.
	She bit her lower lip and felt the tears begin to come but quietly she stepped
into the trunk of the car and lay on her side looking up at her cruel captor.  The
whiteness of her skin was even more evident against the black felt carpet she lay on. 
She looked like a fallen and forlorn angel, awaiting her fate, wordless and still
shivering.
	Down by her soaked blonde head there was a coil of thick dirty nylon rope
which he now took up and began to bind her with.  He'd looped double coils of
cord around the sixteen year old's wrists and ankles working quickly and expertly
until in less than two minutes he'd had her in a tight true hogtie, arms pulled back,
legs folded, the toes of her sandals pointing into the dark trunk.  Then he'd reached
into a small compartment between the upper fender and the tail-light assembly and
pulled out a black ball gag attached to a leather strap; he pushed the ball firmly into
her gasping mouth and bound the buckled strap tightly around the child's neck
stretching her lips uncomfortably wide.  Lastly, she'd watched helplessly as he took
a thick black dildo from the tire well.  He'd spat on it and smiled as he reached
down to spread her thighs. His white spittle had oozed down the length of the fat
black rubber cock.
	"This is so you'll be really  ready for me, you little whore," he told her as he
thrust the cold unyielding object up into her tight young pussy, pushing it deep into
her, hilting it in her vagina until it was firmly jammed in her. Then he'd wrapped a
coil of duct tape around her face to keep the ball gag firmly in place and slimply
slammed the lid down on her casting her into terrifying darkness while he drove her
to the cabin near Lerner Lake.
	By the time they'd reached their destination it was night and when he'd
opened the trunk and reached in to untie her it had seemed to her that it was almost
as dark outside as it had been inside the trunk.
	The rain had stopped and the night sounds of the forest had rustled all around
them as he untied the ropes that held her prisioner.
	It was bitterly cold.
	He'd yanked the dildo from her pussy and hauled her out of the automobile
forcing her to her knees in the dirt.
	"Put your hands behind you and don't fucking move," he'd snarled.
	She had complied without question.
	He had not removed the duct-taped ball gag and as she'd knelt there
shivering, cold, nude, still wet from the rain that had earlier soaked through her thin
dress, her bloodshot eyes spilling tears, a stream of drool had oozed from the edges
of  her lips and snot trickled from her nose.
	He'd taken a pair of police handcuffs from his jacket pocket leaning down to
cuff her wrists behind her.  The metal loops clicked shut, closing tightly,
uncomfortably around her thin delicate wrists. Then he'd ripped the duct tape off
her face and pulled the spit and snot-smeared ball gag from her lips to leave it
dangling around her neck as he unzipped his jeans.
	The mansmell of him had filled her nostrils as he'd pulled his huge prick out
of his tight pants with one hand, pulling her head to him with the other, gripping her
soft, wet, blonde hair.
	Her mouth, having been forced wide by the ball gag for the last hour and a
half, had no trouble accepting the hot meaty erection he'd pushed into it.
	She'd looked up and tried to see his eyes in the darkness as she took him but
could not see him.  He was enveloped in shadows, silent, his strong hand guiding
her head back and forth.  Her mindless need of him had made her heart race and
she'd moaned eagerly as he thrust into her throat, cooperating with him, letting
herself be drawn forward then pulled back blindly, her cuffed hands behind her,
metal cuffs jingling, pretty fingers spread and reaching, her knees grinding into the
hard dirt of the woodland road.
	"That's right, girl,." he'd whispered into the darkness above her. "Get me
hard...get me real hard..."
	Then he'd pulled his cock out of her and reared back to slap her brutally
across her cheek. She'd half-spun and almost fell giving out a choked cry,  kept
upright by his gripping hand in her tangled hair and gasping as he pushed his cock
into her mouth again.
	"Filthy slut..." he'd snarled.  His hand gripped her hair harder.  "I'm gonna
make you hurt..."
	And for the next half hour, out on the dark driveway, he'd alternated
slapping and fucking her face, cruelly, passionately, the priapic violence in him rising
by degrees, his balls swelling, his cock powerfully erect in his young kneeling
victim's throat, completely blocking her flushed breath.
	Finally he'd yanked her up on her feet and dragged her up on the porch of
the cabin.  The porch light came on, making her think there was someone inside
waiting for them until she realized, as she stood there watching him get his keys and
open the lock, that the light was probably on a motion detector switch.
	Her clunky black high heel sandals made a hollow clacking against the
creaking wooden floor as he'd pulled her into the cabin by one arm, she forced to
follow him awkwardly into the shadows, her cheeks still hot and stinging from his
slaps, her mouth foul with the taste of his cock.
	He'd switched on the lights, four sixty watt light-bulbs that hung from the
ceiling.
	The main room was bare except for a large wooden table pegged at each of
its four corners with steel d-rings from which ropes dangled. On the far wall whips,
canes, chains, leather cords, cuffs, and other instruments of  torture hung from
hooks.  But what had scared Karen the most were the dark stains on the table, on
the floor and window-less walls,  dark red stains that could be nothing else than
blood.  	
	She'd fully realized then, although she'd known all along, she was not his first
victim.  And she'd sensed she would more than likely not be his last.
	That's when the words had come from her lips as she'd looked down at the
floor, the taste of him still in her mouth, the ball gag still hanging around her neck.
	"I don't want to die..."
	"You'll do whatever I need you to do, whore," he'd replied and his obscene
kiss, his choking grip around her throat made her suddenly wet.  The inside of her
pussy, chafed by the large dildo he'd thrust in her after binding her in the trunk,
throbbed and stung simultaneously.
	"Tell me what I am to you, pig," he was snarling, rage in his eyes.
	"G-Godd..."she was saying...now that she could see him clearly in the stark
light she knew there was no way out.
	"You are m-my one and - and o-only - God..." she heard herself say.
	And He was.
	"That's fucking right," his mean voice made her quiver.
	His hand was so tight around her throat, squeezing.
	"And whatever God tells you to do...you  WILL do it..."
	She tried to nod but could not move her head.
	He closed the cabin door and began inching her backward toward the big
table, half dragging her.
	When the back of her thighs came up against the wooden edge he let her go
and leaned down to unlock her handcuffs.
	"Take your shoes off and lie up there on your back," he ordered.
	She could no longer hear the sounds of the forest outside.  She bent down to
undo the straps of her high-heel sandals and step out of them. The window-less
room smelled moldy and as she sat on the old table and lay on its surface the old
wood was cold and clammy against her skin. 
	The mahogany table which had long ago been the center-piece of an elegant
dining room where rich, powerful and fashionable people had dined was now
scratched, marred and stained.  
	R-man had brought it to the cabin when he'd first acquired it with its purpose
clearly in mind:  the large banquet table, an incredibly expensive antique, would
make an excellent torture platform on which his female victims could be stretched
and bound, their screams drawn, their blood spilled.  This highly ornate, hand
carved masterpiece of eighteenth century furniture would be the altar on which
sacrifices would be made, slow wailing sacrifices to the evil need inside him which
would not be quenched.
	R-man looked down at the pale-skinned blonde girl on the dark blood-stained
table. She was his meat now, his property, to be staked out and ruthlessly
enjoyed.
	He took each of her wrists and slipped it into rope nooses that stretched from
the d-rings on the corners of the table.  Then he did the same with her slender
ankles.  He moved slowly, enjoying the act of handling her, of moving her limbs
into position.  As he tightened each noose she whimpered.  The ropes
dug deep into her skin cutting off the circulation almost immediately. 
	 He wasn't playing games.  He wanted her spread out on the table, unable to
move, completely at his mercy, in pain just from the roping. 
	Karen watched him as he bound her, pulling her unresisting limbs into the
strict bondage he wanted them in, tears glimmering in her eyes, dark lines, what was
left of her cheap mascara that the rain had not earlier washed away, running down
the sides of her face.When he was done with her he bent down, picked up both her
high-heel sandals in one hand by the straps and tossed them into the corner of the
room, out of the way. 
	He knew she would never need them again.
	Up above her in the ceiling she could see two pulleys from which un-insulated
copper wire strands dangled.  She began to shiver uncontrollably.
	R-man smiled.
	He unbuttoned his shirt and tossed it aside.  His muscular pectorals glistened
with sweat in the harsh light of the bulbs.
	"Now, you little piece of shit," he told her, his voice low and mean.
"...you're gonna hurt for your Master."
	"Y-Yes,sir," she muttered.
	"Tell me you love me, whore."
	"I - I love you, m-master."
	He reached up and pulled down one of the wire strands. 
	"The more I hurt you the more you love me...is that right?"
	"Yes, Master."
	"Say it, pig."
	"...the - the m-more you h-hurt me - the more I - love - you..."
	His free hand moved down to her soft blonde-curl patch of pussy. He took
one moist lip and pulled it open. It was tender but firm. He pulled it to its limit of
elasticity as she whimpered, shut her eyes tightly and turned her head.  Her thighs
quivered and sweat began to bead up all over her.
	R-man smiled.  He enjoyed making this young slut suffer, specially knowing
she had finally, willingly come to him, ready to endure limitless agony and ultimately
death for his sexual pleasure. 
	He brought the end of the wire to her pussy flap and with one quick jab
drove the cold metal right through the pink skin fold.
	"Ooowwww!" she cried.	
	Her cry of pain flowed through him, he leaned his head back as his cock
swelled and his balls throbbed and he licked his lips as he pushed the wire through
her labia.
	"Say the words again, whore."
	She looked up at him, her eyes wide and lovely and teary in their deep
honesty.  
	"The more - the m-more you hurt me, Master....the - the more I - love -
you..."
	Taking her other pussy lip and prying it open he drove the wire right through
the middle of it again responding to the delightful sensation caused
by her responsive sounds and movements.
	There was nothing like putting a young girl in pain. Young bitches never
looked as lovely as when they were hurting for him, taking what he forced them to
take, submissive and obedient in their love for him.
	Tiny trickles of blood ran from the pierce wounds the wire inflicted on
Karen's tender pink pussy lips.  She flexed her legs and arms against the ropes and
turned her head from side to side as R-man now twisted the tip of the wire back on
itself and seized the dangling end.  The pulley squealed tugging the wire tautly,
stretching Karen's pussy lips upward, her ass coming up off the table, a sustained
groan of pain in her throat as she stared fixedly at the ceiling. 
	He tugged and tugged on the line until her labia stretched unnaturally,
incredibly upward, almost tearing from her and he tied off the wire on the 
wooden post beside the torture table to keep her in excruciating tension.
	Then, taking three large fishing hooks from a cardboard box under the table
he proceeded to tweak her nipples between thumb and forefinger until they were
stiff and then to drive the hooks right through them making her scream raucously.
	He leaned forward over her watching her screaming face and when her wild
cries died down he closed his lips over hers in a savage passionate kiss.  His tongue
pushed into her mouth, probed her for a few moments then he came up off her and 
he spit down her throat.  She gagged and struggled against the ropes and he seized
her lower lip and drove the third fishing hook right through it.
	Taking all three hooks he linked them with the remaining copper wire and
began to tug slowly on the take-up side of that wire strand watching the young
girl's titties rise up off her chest, watching her lower lip be pulled and stretched 
horribly upward as she only stared and grunted and blinked a line of clear fluid
spilling from her nostril.
	When he had the little bitch how he wanted her he tied off the other copper
wire to the same post as the previous strand.
	He ran his fingers over the stretched meat of her nipple-wired tits. He poked
his fingers in her wet drooling mouth choking her while his other hand
groped the swollen edges of her stretched cunt and the nub of her clit.  She
twitched responsively to his manipulations making him smile with sick pleasure.
	"Now I've got you wired up, bitch," he told her, leaving the words hanging
there, she looking up at him helplessly. "Its time to plug you in."
	When she had first sent him her picture over the internet he thought it was
fake.  Her mother's boyfriend had taken several professional shots of Karen,
probably as astounded by the child's natural beauty as he was.  Her eyes were deep
baby blue and her skin was pale.  Her pierced nipples now dark pink almost purple
were the size of large coins and her cunt was absolutely prime meat.  She had
strong chunky thighs and shapely calves and legs, like a swimmer or a dancer,
although she was neither.  In fact she'd spent most of her time lost in her own little
world,  in front of the computer in pursuit of the sick fantasies her mother's abusive
lover had plunged her into.  Sick fantasies that had finally brought her here to R-
man's torture table.
	He reached down and brought up the alligator clips that led back to the
terminals on the voltage regulator on the floor.
	He attached one clip to each of the dangling wires that pierced her pussy and
tugged on her fish-hooked tits and lip just to make her jump in pain.
	Then he reached down and brought the control box for the regulator up off
the floor and set it on the edge of the table so that he could watch and enjoy her
suffering as he delivered the flow of electricity into her.
	He turned the knob slowly and Karen began to quiver, to dance erotically on
the table and whine.  Then as he gave her more she shouted for help, kicked her
legs pointlessly against the binding ropes and arched her back.
	"There's no help for you...no help at all..." he said meanly as he amplified the
current flow now making his little bitchwhore babble mindlessly and
shake, her skin slapping wetly against the table, her forehead furrowed, mouth wide
as she screamed, eyes wide open. Tiny blue sparks sizzled on the connection points
where the wire pierced her meaty cuntlips and where the hooks tore at nipple flesh
and lipskin.
	"Yeahh..." he groaned softly jerking off with one hand and turning the
knob on the voltage regulator box with the other.
	She choked and gagged and her heels kicked against the wooden table as 
he gave her still more....and still more, making her eyes roll back in her head...then
stopping suddenly...her body released from its frenzy...until he
flooded her with electricity again drawing a shrill squeak from her making her tense
up and arch like a cat in heat, her head pressing against the table and twisting
tortuously from side to side.
	"Suffer for me..." he grunted, slowly stroking his demanding cock, greedily
taking in the torment of his youthful victim.
	"...suffer..."
	"...suffer..."
	He was dialing her up into dangerous territory where the electricity might just
stop her heart but he didn't care.  The convulsive movements she now exhibited
were incredibly sensual and beautiful to watch, her screams of pain and calls for
mercy fueling his obscene passion.  He wished he could fuck her while she was in
the throes of this punishment but knew that contact with her would only channel
the electricity into him so he could only feast his eyes and lick his lips in expectation
of what he would do to her later.
	Watching and listening to the way she took the torture he knew she was
going to be a delicious kill, one he would not forget for a long time, perhaps
never...one of the special ones.
	Abruptly he stopped the punishment and climbed up on the table kneeling
between her outflung thighs jerking off, putting his cock to the red slit between her
swollen, wire-pierced, upstretched cuntlips.
	"Ready?" he asked.
	Mind-blown, she stared up at him, still quivering, spit frothing from her lips.
	"Are you ready for my cock?" he snarled.
	"Ghhaa - ghhh -" she gasped, unable to talk, nodding wildly.
	He took her pierced pussylips in his right hand, squeezing the pliant pierced
flesh and yanked on the taut wire strand with his left pulling the soft cuntmeat even
further up as he drove himself into her.
	His big cock filled her tigh love-chute as he sank into her to his balls. He
began to pump in and out of her with pounding slams of his hips and she
began to cry and whimper.  She was made for fucking and for punishment and he
was gonna give her plenty of both...as much as she could take.
	He fucked her with hard fast thrusts then long languid slow ones. He pulled
all the way out and sank in all the way again making her moan and quiver and
tremble under him.
	Then, suddenly, he pulled out of her, slid off the table and took the voltage
regulator again.
	"N-na! Nnn-!Nnng-!" she pleaded.
	"Fuck you bitch!" he growled and swept the regulator dial up to where he'd
left off.	
	"Yyyyygggggaaaagghhhh!" she screeched, every muscle suddenly stiff as the
current blasted into her.  Tiny drops of blood oozed from her upstretched
cuntflaps and the hooks tore into her tit-tips gouging and almost tearing her nipples
as she bounced on the table for him.
	R-man smiled as he watched her and stroked himself with slow rhythmic
motions of his wrist.
	He kept her there for almost three interminable minutes before releasing her
and letting her catch a gasping breath.
	Then he gave it to her again, unflinchingly watching the psychologically
devastating effect of the electrical torture, the zombie stare in her eyes registering
her complete helplessness as the torment resumed.
	His little slaughter-bitch twisted and jerked, danced a rhythmless jig for him,
her eyes rolling back in her head, her tongue rolling back in her throat as she went
agh - agh - agh -agh...her hooked lower lip distended, turning blue, dark blue, blood
pooling in her mouth between her lower teeth and the sagging out-stretched lip-
meat, dripping on to her neck.
	"...mmmm..." he moaned, licking his lips, stroking himself a little faster.
	And then he took the dial just a bit further up.
	Her elbows thumped against the table, outstretched arms stiffly tense, hands
opening, fingers widely stretching, legs kicking out, feet wiggling, red-painted toes
curled. She was completely possessed by the electrical fire raging all through her,
choking on her tongue, spots bursting in her eyes, sparks crackling on her stretched
nipples and stretched pussy lips.  She was losing her mind. A swirling chaos of
colors blinded her.  The room around her compressed then expanded.
Her sadistic Master's eyes became monster teeth that tore at her soul.  She was
being devoured by thousands of burning incisors that would not rip her skin but
only mauled and chewed her.  Her back was arched like a bow and it seemed any
minute her heart which now pounded and raced in her ears would explode like a
hand grenade in her chest.
	In extreme delight R-man watched Karen's unfathomable anguish and
took the dial just another slight notch up.
	Now she was like a rag doll in the jaws of a rabid Doberman.
	"Ghuww! Ugghh! NGhhww!" she grunted between sobs.
	The electricity was raping her. It was raping her body and her brain and her
soul. It was fucking her savagely and R-man responded to the sight of 
her intense suffering by stroking himself a bit faster and reaching down to cup his
big balls in his other hand. Her head now rocked up and down and banged on the
table along with her arms and legs and it seemed any minute she would rip herself
to shreds on the wires and hooks that held her. Still he let her take it for long
interminable minutes until it seemed she was on the verge of passing out. Then he
turned the dial to zero watched her go limp and went across the room to the tools
that hung on the cabin wall.  
	He took the spiked cock-sheath and slid his erect organ into it then wrapped
the belt it was attached to around his waist and buckled it tightly.  He approached
the table and climbed up on it between his slaughter-bitch's sweating thighs once
more.	
	Now there was no need for words.
	The spiked thing dangled from his crotch heavily.
	It smelled of old leather and blood and womancunt.
	He put it to her punished sexmouth and pressed inward.
	She gave out a low trembling groan as the spikes tore into her sex channel on
the way in and her voice rose to a screech as R-man tugged on the wires
that pulled on her cuntlflaps, nipples and lip.  As he thrust and pumped into her he
began to yank fiercely on the wires.  The pulleys squealed and her skin around her
nipples began to tear.  The base of her cuntlips began to rip and bleed.
	"Suffer..." R-man chanted staring down at his victim, eyes glazed with
pleasure.
 	"...suffer...suffer...suffer..."
	And the little bitch did, more than in all of her brief mixed-up, fucked-up
life...she suffered and hurt and bled for her owner's pleasure.
	He fucked her masterfully, thrusting the spiked weapon in and out of her now
bleeding vagina with graceful jabs of his big strong hips as he knelt  on the table,
crouched over his victim, yanking on the wires until one nipple finally tore free.  He
leaned over her to bite her nipple-less tit and drink her blood and sink his teeth into
the other breast until the hook ripped out that nipple too and the wire snagged her
lip until it ripped through the bloody skin.  He kissed and bit her bloody mouth and
face as she screamed and squealed under him, little teenage
slut in a wild haze of pain and torment, babbling and screaming, the hooks
dangling around dangerously until he pierced them into her juicy titmeat just to get
them out of the way while he continued the savage fuck.
	He rose up, leaned back his head and shouted wildly as he slammed into
Karen with the spiked dildo.
	One last fierce pull on the wires tore both pussy lips off her and she keened
raucously, maniacally as he smiled then laughed then growled reaching down to peel
his victim's flesh off the copper wire and lift it to his mouth to eat it.
	He loved the taste of girlmeat.
	Savagely as he spike-fucked her he punched her belly and ribs.
	He put his hands around her slender throat and began to strangle her
screaming face.
	She turned red, gasping, then blue.
	He beat her some more.
	Pulled the spiked cock out of her and put it all the way in again.	
	Strangled her again.
	Slapped her bloody face.
	Spit on her.
	"Whore!" he shouted.
	"CUNT!"
	"ANIMAL!"
	His fists thudded into her.
	She screamed in pain as one rib snapped.
	"Yeah!" he growled pounding into her.
	"Yeah! YEah!"
	"Fuckin' pig...gonna kill you...kill you...worthless fuckin' scumbag whore...!"
	He rammed into her deep and the spikes stabbed her inside.  Blood and
bits of flesh dripped out of her and then a gush of hot piss.
	"Ohh yeahhh!" he shouted triumphantly. He slamfucked her, hammered her 
into the table and his hands went again around her neck.
	She looked up at him, lost, beaten, bruised, wasted as he strangled her.
	He pushed his thumbs into the base of her throat until she went purple again
and continued until she could no longer breathe.
	Yes, she thought on the edge of unconsciousness, torn to shreds by the
spiked cock that pumped in and out of her cunt. Oh yes. This is the thing
that had been inside her all along. The wish for this. The hope for this. To be meat
for her master.  Lou, her mother's boyfriend had only touched the surface.
This was the real place for her. The place she longed for and belonged in. She began
to move her hips to the killing fuck, helping R-man's deadly thrusts.
She tried to tell him she loved him but his strong hands had choked the
breath from her lips...and there was no need for words now anyway...he was her
God...her one and only true God...claiming His prize...taking what was His.	
Night after night she had sat in front of the computer screen and let his words
destroy her soul and her will...now finally there was nothing left of her... soon she
would be an empty vessel for his cruelty. Completely accepting. Completely
defeated.
	He slid the spiked cock out of her, released her and stepped off the table.
	It was time to cut her up.
	From the wall he took the sharp, long, silver-bladed butcher knife.
	Putting the knife down on the floor he went around to untie her arms.  He
lifted her wrists into leather cuffs that dangled on a suspension line on one side of
the table. Then he untied her legs and pulled her up on the suspension line until her
feet and legs came up off the table and slid down to almost reach the ground.  He
ripped the hooks out of her tit and watched new streams of blood pour down her
chest and belly.  Her head hung down weakly.
	He grabbed her by her sweaty blonde hair to lift her face and look into her
eyes.
	"Ready to die for me, sweetie?" he snarled.
	She nodded weakly. Her bangs dangled over her blue blown out eyes.
	She was definitely ready.
	He picked the knife up off the ground.
	Still wearing the spiked cock he paced around her.
	He took stock of the damage he'd done so far.
	The young bitch had lost both nipples and both pussy lips and her wounds
bled down the front of her pale body.  Her lower lip had been torn by the hook as it
was ripped out of her and that too was swollen, purple and bleeding. Her neck and
chest and belly were bruised dark from his attacks and she looked like she wouldn't
be able to stand up on her own.  She had never been a very strong or athletic girl
anyway and it hadn't taken much to put her out of commission.
	Hanging there by her wrists she was just a delicious piece of used-up 
whoremeat, a savaged teenage tramp, wordlessly begging for destruction.  
	She spun slowly, her toes just barely touching the wooden floorboards.
	R-man took a strong grip of the knife and waited as she slowly spun so that
her back was to him.
	Then he reached out and grabbed her arm to stop her spinnng.
	He put the knife-blade to her shoulder and pressed the metal into her soft skin
slightly.
	She quivered and moaned as the knife cut her and R-man pushed the blade
all the way down her back, tracing a red cut-line from her shoulder to her plump,
pale asscheek, a long epidermal cut that began to bleed beautifully almost 
immediately.
	He then repeated a paralell line from her other shoulder and down her back
as she writhed responsively.
	"Can you lift your legs?" he asked her.
	She nodded weakly spreading her legs open and raising her thighs, knees
bent.
	"Lift them for me...that's it...spread em...yeah...good girl...."
	He stood beside her.
	"I'm gonna stab your thighs and I want you to keep them up there for me,
understand?"
	She nodded again and began to sob softly.
	R-man drove the tip of the butcher knife into her smooth thigh meat, just
above the dimples of her knees, pulling out the blade to stab her higher, moving
up toward her hips, stabbing with quick downward jabs that made her cry out
and crane her head back.  He knowingly avoided the inside of the thighs where
the artery could be cut and cause the young bitch a relatively quick death but
opted instead for shallow stab wounds that bled her slowly.  He moved closer to her
as he stabbed her legs and her blood dripped on his thighs and feet. He loved to
watch the blade sink into her pale skin, sink in and rip her, and he was extremely
aroused, dizzy with sadistic power.
	He stood directly behind her and lifted the spiked cock to her asshole.
	"Ohhh Goddd..." she groaned.
	... and he held her, one hand on her hip as he pushed up into her bleeding
body.
	"Ohhh M-Masterrrr...gghhh...yessss...kill me...kill meeeee!"
	He had to work hard to impale her asshole on the spiked leather and his cock
throbbed in full erection inside the tight sheath as he pushed in almost to the hilt
ripping her anus and tearing the sensitive rectal skin to blood. As he fucked her he
continued to stab, little stabs, an occasional deeper thrust, but careful and
methodical. He stabbed her asscheeks and upper thighs and her legs started to sag
down.
	"Keep em up there, whore!" he ordered.
	"- yes sir - yess - yesss -" she nodded weakly, tears streaming down her face,
head hanging down then falling back, her hands above her cuffed wrists, open and
limp.
	But she did manage to keep her bleeding legs raised and as he slid the
killing penis into her asshole he stabbed the sides of her thighs and her calves, even
her heels.
	"Ahh yeahh..." he groaned as he fucked his slaughter bitch slowly, her blood
trickling down the leather-wrapped sheath and into his bare balls.  "You're pleasing
me, cunt....you're really pleasing me..."
	She held her thighs up for his knife, brought her feet back up for him to stab
the soles, quivered responsively to each damaging wound.
	"...ah...oww...I-I'm gladd, M-Master..mmhh...I - ahh! - love - you...."
	"Say it again, pig."
	"Ah - owhh - I - I lo-love you, M-Master..."
	He continued to stab her and fuck her as she spoke her love to him.
	"You love me...? Good. Because the more you love me the more I hurt
you..."
	He slid out of her asshole and she grunted as a glop of dark bloody shit
streamed out of her and spattered the floor.
	He swung her around so that she faced him.
	"You filthy scumbag.You love me but I feel NOTHING for you... you're just
meat to me...worthless fucking whoremeat."
	He brought the knife up to her right breast and began to slice it off as he
held the nipple-less globe in his other hand squeezing it hard, pulling it from her,
blood dripping down between his fingers, cutting all around it as she squirmed and
groaned weakly, drooled sniffled and sobbed.
	"Yeah, bitch...worthless meat...worthless goddamn fucking meat..."
	He cut all the way around, slicing deep with the butcher knife until finally the
breast ripped away in his hand. He tossed the mutilated mammary on the table.
	"...kill me, Master...please...please..."
	"Oh I'm definitely working on it, whore...I'm working on it."
	He seized her other breast, the one he'd buried the hooks in and began slicing
around it and pulling it off to the accompaniment of her sobbing cries but he
suddenly stopped halfway around and raised the barbed cock-sheath up into her
ravaged bleeding pussy.
	She was still trying to keep her legs high and they rose on either side of him
as he poked her lipless twat with the spiked leather.
	"Feel it, bitch?" he asked.
	"...mm-hmmm..."
	Her half-severed tit hung, a bloody flap flopping down over her belly.
	"I'm gonna put my cock in you...all the way..."
	"Oh yeahhh, Master- do it Master - do it Master - do it...KILL ME!"
	He moved in under her and pushed upward burying the spiked phallus in her
bloody cooze making her scream and sob and beg repeatedly to die.
	Then as he slowly and cruelly fucked her, jamming up and down, ripping the
inside of her vaginal passage to pieces he finished slicing her breast off and let it slide
to the floor between his bare feet. It spattered on the ground like a plate of spilled
custard.
	Fucking her brutally, slamming up into her, he began slicing deep sharp cut
lines across the front of her mutilated body.  Her thighs wrapped around him and he
stabbed them, going deeper now.  He pulled her leg up and stabbed into the sole of
her foot almost putting the blade all the way through.  He cut her
repeatedly as she clung to him and slammed the spiked cock into her womb.
	Then he stepped back ripping the sheathed cock out of her and with a
graceful thrust he buried the knife in her liver, sliced downward and tore the blood-
streaked weapon out of her.
	"Uuwwghhh!" she cried.
	Dark rich blood poured out of her and flowed down her belly.
	"Watch the blade, pig!" he shouted at her.
	"Watch it go in!"
	She looked down wide-eyed as he put the knife in her liver again.
	The pain ripped her apart.  She coughed up blood.
	"Watch!" he shouted.
	And he slammed the knife blade into her belly, sweeping to the right to
disembowel her. 
	She grunted and vomited up blood as he reached in and yanked on a stream
of intestines.
	She screamed in horrible agony as he tore her guts out of her.
	Then he was reaching up to the suspension line to lower the dying female by
her cuffed wrists to her knees on the bloody floor.
	He undid the straps that held the spiked leather sheath to his cock and let his
organ slip free dropping the contraption to the ground.
	His young slaughter-whore hung by her wrists on her knees in a near-death
daze.
	"Suck me," he ordered.
	She raised her head weakly, raised her pale face to his and opened her bloody
mouth.
	"First, tell me what I need to hear," he growled jerking off with quick urgent
strokes.
	The words he had taught her on the Internet now came weakly from her,
words of complete submission and self-destruction.
	"...uughh...my- my body is yours...my blood - is y-yours....my life...is
...yours...my - uughh - soul is yours...yours, Master..."
	"That's a good bitch...here's your reward."
	Leaning back slightly R-man let his bladder go. A hissing stream of piss
spattered into Karen's bloody mouth taking her by surprise so that she flinched and
winced at first but then gave in and opened her lips as wide as she could.  He
traced her open mouth with the hot yellow stream concentrating on the gash
the hook had left when it ripped out of her lip.  He pissed on her cheeks and eyelids
and hair, pissed on her beauty.  He pissed on the ugly stumps where her tits had
been.  He pissed into the gash in the middle of her belly and as she coughed up
blood and urine he slid his erect pissing meat right into her wide open mouth,
continuing to piss down her throat. She looked up at him and cupped his urinating
shaft with her lips sliding back and forth on it, choking, urine and blood spilling
from her nostrils, gagging, but not giving up, continuing to move her head back and
forth on him until his bladder was empty.
	He shoved his whole massive shaft down her gullet deep throating her,
plugging her throat hole up with his glans, reaching down to clamp her nostrils shut
so that she choked on him unable to breathe and still she continued to pleasure him,
her hands cuffed above her and almost level with his face opening and closing into
fists, guts pouring out of the gash in her belly and rolling down into the piss and
blood puddled between her open thighs as she struggled to pull air into her lungs.
	R-man fucked his dying slave's throat almost to orgasm, right to the very
brink of it, breathing fast, his pulse racing.  He worked her until she was almost
gone, until her eyes were beginning to flutter closed and go out of focus.
	He then slid out of her and stepped back to pick up the knife again.
	He moved in on her again and rubbed his now pounding, red-crowned, thick
veined cockstick on her dazed, blood smeared face. He gripped her head firmly by
the hair as he did so and then took half a step back.
	She did not see the knife coming as his arm swept down, the blade killing
sharp as he stabbed right into her left cheek ripping through her mouth and out the
other cheek, face-stabbed girl bitch almost bouncing up off her knees,
face registering shock and agony, a gurgling shriek in her throat, her mouth
now forced open, her tongue cut almost in half by the blade, hot jets of 
fresh blood pouring from her face and lips.  He rubbed his cock on her
bleeding face and mouth and in her eyes again taking a solid grip of her hair.
	He pushed his bursting glans into her eyesocket prodding into her
soft eyeball with his shaft as she whined and spit up blood. He held her head and
jammed into her reaching down to keep the eyelid open as he forced his
cock into her skull-hole, crushing her pretty blue pupil.
	"Ahhhh! Uhhh!" he grunted with pleasure as her eyeball audibly popped and
she squealed.
	"Yeahh bitch..ahhhh...gonna fuck your goddamn brains....uhhhhhh..."
	"Arrggghhh - ys- s- y-yehhzz! k-kuhll mmeee - ghh - ohhggg -"
	Slowly, relentlessly, he forced his huge cock into her eye-socket, the pressure
of his penetration squeezing out what was left of the crushed eyball which hung
from a strand of nerve fibers.  Her one good eye continued to look up at him all
bloodshot as he pushed inward, half his cock now in the young girl's head, her
warm brain matter gushing up around the edges of his penetrating
shaft, the light of life fading in her. He took her head in both hands and began 
to fuckthrust the pierced girlskull feeling his balls tighten up as the orgasm began,
feeling the thick pulse of hot sperm shooting up through his shaft.
	Just before the explosive first jet of cum erupted from his prick he slammed
almost to the hilt in Karen's pretty skull, feeling the hot squishy insides
wrap thickly around his shaft.  By then she had stopped breathing and
her one good eye no longer fixed on anything.
	R-man went up on his toes as the orgasm hit him like a freight train.
	He came inside his slaughter whore's head, shot his load in her dead
brainmass then pulled out of her to give her the rest on her dead face and lips. 
Blood, man-cum and brains poured out her dark eyesocket and when he released
her head it slumped forward lifelessly. He shot three more wads of rich white jism in
his slaughter-angel's tangled blonde hair and then stepped back, breathing fast, his
butt against the table, his feet in the messy puddle of human fluids on the floor.
	He had no sooner caught his breath when his cock, still dripping girlbrains
and cum, began to stiffen again.
	He needed more.
	Yanking the knife from the dead teen's face he sliced through the rope that
held her cuffed wrists and her dead body slumped forward to lie inertly at his feet,
knees still bent, her slashed eyeless face against the bloody floor-boards.  
	He pulled her out to the middle of the room by one leg, head trailing blood
and ripped eyeball matter, laid her out on her gutted stomach, arms and legs wide
apart, spreadeagled.  Then he took a chainsaw that hung by the doorway and with a
quick yank started up the growling gas-powered engine. He took a pair of clear
plastic goggles that had hung from a hook next to the chainsaw and put them on.
	The smell of fuel exhaust and oil filled the room as he bent over the
slaughtered teenager, his cock already fully erect once more.
	Bringing the roaring blade down to the pale dead girl he severed first her
legs, cutting through thigh meat as her blood spattered the floor and walls, spattered
him, showering him with fine small droplets and bone fragments, spattering his
goggled face as he narrowed his eyes to slits and guided the
whirring blade.  Then he sliced both arms off just below her elbows leaving her
wrist-cuffed arms free of the rest of her. Moving around her he sawed the feet from
the legs and the hands from the arms ripping right through the black leather cuffs.
Lastly he sawed her red-painted toes off her feet sending the bits of flesh and bone
scattering across every corner of the room and into the walls then he buzzed
through her fingers slicing them clean off her hands. 
	Shutting down the chainsaw and dropping it on the table he kicked
Karen's butchered carcass on its back.
	Dripping blood and girlgore, still wearing his goggles he took the knife and
stood over her jerking off and growling like a demented beast.  His mind was now
totally blank. There was no yesterday and no tomorrow.  No feelings.
No pity. No humanity.  He was a demon, vomited up from hell to satisfy
the ugliest darkest cravings imaginable.  
	On the dead, mutilated body of this young slut he was going to expunge all
the violent energy that now thrummed in him.  Because if he didn't do it he would
explode like an electrical transformer hit by lightning.
	And then he would have to go back to the city and finish the mother and the
little sister as well.
	There would be no rest until his total plan of destruction was fulfilled.
	He slid down to the bloody floor-boards which creaked under his weight as
he knelt and pulled the arm-less, leg-less female toward him by her hips.
	 Bending over her he began to stab her torso and abdomen viciously, deeply,
shouting venomous words at her as he did so, the long blade going right through
her and into the floor so that he had to yank out of her with all his strength. Each
stab was a fierce expenditure of sexual energy, as if he were now fucking the dead
girl with the stabbing knife, pounding into her with every ounce of energy he could
muster.  He gouged out her tit-less gutted torso with the thumping blade until she
was an unrecognizable mess of blood and guts, R-man losing track of time,
concentrating on the devastation at hand.  As he
stabbed and stabbed he pushed his cock into her dead lip-less cunt.  Then he
fucked the gash in her belly. Then he stuffed his cock into the bigger wounds
he was making sinking into her lifeless flesh to the hilt.  
	He came two more times before finally leaving the knife hilted in her broken
chest. Then he rolled over on his back to lie in the mess he'd made,
spent and tired, but still unsatisfied.


2.
	He half-slept on the viscera-spattered floor next to his kill, muttering,
growling and huffing, his upper lip twitching and pulling up over his teeth like an
angry dog. The urge to destroy still burned like dark red embers in a timber fire.
	 Cursing, he got to his feet and went into the bathroom.  
	By the time he had showered and changed into clean clothes from the closet
in the back of the cabin it was nearly four in the morning.  He would have to work
quickly.
	There was no traffic on the way back to the city, the tartop of the highway
still wet and pock-marked with puddles from the previous day's rain and, as he
pulled his van up in front of the two-family house his slaughtered slave had lived in,
the street was totally deserted.
	It was bitterly cold now and he turned up the collar of his leather jacket and
pulled on his black gloves as he went around the back of the house picking his way
through a tangle of junk and scrap metal in the muddy ground.
	A scraggly yellow cat scurried away from the trash cans as he went to the
kitchen window - the one he'd told his slavebitch Karen to leave open for him
earlier that night. It was an old style wooden storm window and no one inside had
noticed that the lock had been released because now it slid open without a hitch. R-
man snickered.  His slaughterwhore had been obedient in carrying out his
instructions.  He knew Yvonne would never notice the unlocked window. She
would be too busy with her work'.
	He lifted himself up on to the windowsill which was about four feet from the
ground and entered the dark house reaching into his jacket pocket for the
chloroform and the handkerchief. The floor was linoleum, cracked and torn with
age. It creaked slightly as he tip-toed toward the living room. 
	Yvonne, Karen's mom, lay on the couch in front of a flickering sound-less
television in a pink nightie.  She was asleep and he took his time looking at her and
enjoying her. Her resemblance to her daughter was evident in her facial features but
she had long dark hair to her shoulders.  The V neck of the see-through nightie
showed her well-developed cleavage, unlike her daughters teenage titties. He figured
this cow was at least a 40C cup.  Her long legs stretched out on the couch were
smooth and shapely made more beautiful by the black silk stockings she wore, one
which was pulled down off her thigh below the knee. She wore no panties and R-
man figured she must have been up to her
usual whoring ways earlier that evening probably entertaining some guys
from the lowlife bar down the street.
	He wasted no more time.
	Moving across the room to her he bent over her and pressed the
chloroformed cloth into her face.
	She stirred and looked up at him startled. Then her big brown eyes slid back
and she slumped unconscious.
	He lifted her in his arms, hoisted her up on his shoulder, her supple legs
riding against his chest and took her out through the front door of the two family
house pausing on the steps to take a quick look around to make sure no one was in
the area before taking her to his car. He dumped her into the trunk where Karen
had earlier ridden and tied her with the same ropes he'd used on Yvonne's
murdered daughter. He wrapped duct-tape securely around her mouth and neck
and then forced the same black rubber dildo up into her cunt that he'd previously
jammed in the now dead teenager. Pushing the large object into momma's well-used
sexhole, however, presented nowhere near the effort it had taken to stuff little
Karen's puss.
	Then he brought the trunk lid down without closing it and went back in the
house for Cindy.
	Incredibly the little twelve year old was sleeping naked in the cluttered
bedroom, the sheets pulled off, one pink foot dangling off the side of the bed.
	R-man held back the impulse to take his knife out and finish the pretty child
right then, on the warm mattress of her own bed.  He wanted to slit her neck open
and then fuck her as she died mewling and choking on her own blood. But he held
back and went to her instead to press the cloth into her face until she was
unconscious.  	She barely struggled.
	He carried his second victim out to the car and into the trunk, her long
brown hair cascading and swaying off his cradling arm, tying and gagging the naked
motionless child next to the mother then slamming the trunk shut on the two
unconscious females. 
	He went back into the house one last time and emerged with Karen's PC
which he dumped into the back seat of the car.
	Then, taking one last look around to make sure nobody had witnessed the
abduction, he got into the vehicle and drove away.
	Forty five minutes later he would arrive at the cabin near Lerner lake, both of
his victims awake and whining in the trunk as the sun began tentatively to rise over
the rustling trees.




3.
	When R-man dragged Yvonne into the cabin and showed her the butchered
corpse of her daughter the woman had nearly fainted, slumping to her knees as he
pulled her by her arm into the bloody room, her wrists cuffed behind her.
	"This is your fault, whore!" he shouted at her. "Your fault for bringing her
up to look for the likes of someone like me...That's right....your fault.  She's dead
and now it'll be your turn and your other little bitch's turn too!"
	As she sobbed and pleaded with him for her life and the life of her
other daughter, Cindy, who was still tied up in the trunk of the car outside, he
hooked her leather cuffed wrists behind her to a chain that dangled from the cabin
ceiling and pulled her up into an awkward standing position, bent at the waist,
wailing and begging.
	He tore off her nighty, ripping the silky pink see-through fabric off her in
strips, leaving her naked in her black silk stockings, the one pulled down almost to
her ankle now in folds, her stockinged feet slipping on the bloody floorboards, her
fat tits hanging from her chest like ripe melons.
	The inside of the cabin smelled of moldy death.
	He stripped naked and moving around the loudly protesting whore he began
to beat her with his fists pounding into her, charged up with sadistic
energy. She cried, sobbed, coughed, choked and pleaded non-stop as he
pounded into her sides and belly and face smacking his fists into her cheeks
and chin, spinning her around, sending her against the wall while still
chained, she forced to stumble back into the way of his strong pumping fists
tripping over her daughter's severed limbs.
	"Whore! Fuckface!" he shouted pummeling her.
	Then he went to the wall and took the wooden club that dangled from a
hook.
	"No!" she screamed. "Oh dear Jesus, pleeease, no! No!"
	He swung the club across her stockinged legs and she screamed.
	He went down on one knee to club her legs and ankles viciously,
methodically.  He rose to club her hips and sides and back venting his sexual rage
on the naked whore, his sado-lust now in high gear, full-blown, out of control.
	It was as if he'd picked up right where he'd left off when he finished Karen. 
As if Karen's horribly bloody murder had been just an appetizer, a prelude to the
destruction of mom and little sis.
	R-man rarely reached such frenzied heights but once he did there was no way
out but to go through it, to take matters to the absolute fucking limit.
	"Ugh! Owhhggh!" she cried twisting, bending under the killing blows as he
broke her ribs.
	He went around behind her, clubbed the back of her thighs and then
put his cock to her cunt-slit framed between her bruised ass-cheeks.
	As he pushed into her she staggered forward almost losing her balance
when she stepped on Karen's severed arm. He held her by her hips and slid into her
to the hilt. She pushed back against him awkwardly, sobbing.
	Her cunt was nowhere as tight as her daughter's had been.
	This pig was a full time cock-pleasing station and he fucked her pitilessly as he
now drew the club down across her shoulders and spine across her arms which
were pulling back up toward the ceiling.
	As he fucked her and beat her he aimed her at Karen's butchered corpse on
the floor forcing her to look at the ultimate consequences of her actions.
	"Look at er!" he shouted. "Open your eyes and look.  Her death is on you,
pig - on you. Both of your daughters are going to die today. Both of them.
And then you will die as well.  Whatta you think of that? Huh? Its only fair, isn't it? 
Yeah. Uhh. No more wasted welfare money on you. Yeah. Fuck me you useless
tramp. Please me. It's all you got left."
	Swinging the club down on his whore-bitch angrily he broke first her left arm
then the right, cracking both limbs at the elbow joint. Then he made her lick the
club as she sobbed in pain.
	He slid out of her cunt and taking the blood-smeared club he shoved it
up her asshole, as deep as he could, until it was buried in her guts and the
tip was pushing out her belly in front.
	"It's Cindy-time, cunt," he growled standing in front of her, looking right
into her face.
	"Oh dear God, please, no! Please! Have mercy on us! Please!"
	"Are you wondering what I'm gonna do with your little princess? Hmm?"
	"Please...please...please..."
	"Shut up, pig! You won't have to wonder anymore. Or beg. Because you're
gonna watch. And there ain't gonna be shit you'll be able to do about it."
	As he finished he took a spiked metal ball from the wall where it hung by its
leather strap and he shoved it into Yvonne's wide sensual mouth buckling it
tight making it tear her lips and tongue as he gagged the bruised gasping woman.
	He went outside and hauled Cindy out of the trunk of the car.
	He dragged the child effortlessly by her long brown hair into the cabin, arms
tied behind her, she kicking and screaming.
	Upon seeing her mother bound and gagged, bending forward, broken arms
trussed up behind her, darkly swollen, the club sticking out of her ass...upon looking 
down to see the bloody mess that had once been her sister, Cindy began to screech
and kick wildly trying to escape R-man's grip. She tried to run out the door but her
bound arms threw off her balance and she slipped.  R-man grabbed her by an ankle
and pulled her back into the cabin her face dragging on the wooden slats. When she
was inside he slammed the door shut behind him and locked it.
	"Where the fuck do you think you're going?" R-man said staring down at
Ciny who lay on the floor at his feet still crying fitfully. The killer reached up for the
meat-hook that dangled from the pulley rope. "You're going nowhere, you little
shit..."
	Yvonne stared wide-eyed as R-man stood Cindy up in front of her and put
the meat-hook just under the child's chin.
	"...nowhere but up," he snarled and shoved the tip of the meathook into the
screaming child's mouth from under her chin.	
	Yvonne looked on in horror as the point of the hook emerged spewing blood
from Cindy's wide open mouth. Momma screamed into her gag as R-man tugged
on the pulley-line raising her twelve-year old baby up by her pierced jaw-bone.
	Using the same fishing hooks he'd used on Karen R-man bent down to
pierce the metal barbs through each of Cindy's big toes.  As he pulled up on the
wire lines from which the hooks dangled Cindy's legs came up off the floor and
were pulled feet-first toward the ceiling.  The child screamed and fought pointlessly
against the painful bondage the sadist had forced her into, sobbing
passionately as blood spurted from her pierced toes down her heels and calves and
from her mouth.  As R-man secured the wires the little bitch now hung from
the meat-hook and from the fishing hooks in mid air.
	The sadist stepped up to the hanging child and rubbed his cock on her
cute little asscheeks then he reached down parted her pussylips and shoved
his dick into her, rupturing her little virgin vagina hatefully.  He fucked her for a few
minutes until his cock was engorged and enraged, until it would no longer
slide easily in and out of the tiny virgin orifice. Then he slid out of her cunt and
forced the hard rod of manmeat up the screaming hookhung bitch-child's asshole
busting through the tight rectal muscle with enormous effort, able to slide in only
past the glans, splitting the child wide and making her shriek in demented raped
agony.  Sliding slowly back out of her incredibly tight anal hole he slid back up into
her cunt as she began to piss herself facilitating his cruel penetration. He fucked her
now more vigorously and enjoyably seizing her thighs in his hands to slam himself
into her.  He slid deeper, to the limit, almost to his balls in her and laughed with
pleasure as she begged him tearfully to stop. Pulling out of her swollen violated
hairless plum of a twat he bent down and picked up the chainsaw.
	Yvonne who had been helplessly watching the terrible rape of her young
daughter now keened even more loudly into the spked gag as she saw what was
about to happen.
	She shook her head and bounced on her stockinged feet, stamped her heels
and whined.  The club lodged in her asshole as well as the broken bones in her arms
made all of her unrepressed movements intensely painful
	Smiling wickely, R-man donned the blood spackled goggles and yanked the
chainsaw motor into full revving power.
	"The little bitch is still a bit too tight for my taste," he shouted at Yvonne
over his shoulder, his voice barely audible above the roar of the saw as he stepped
up to the hanging child standing between her up-flung legs.
	"I'm gonna open er up!"
	Slowly he brought the murderously spinning chainsaw blade up to the
recently penetrated cuntslit of the hanging child.  He touched the tender skin
and gritted his teeth as the flesh was ripped to shreds, spattering in every which
direction.  The noise the saw made was so loud he could barely hear the screams
of his victim or the howling protests of her mother behind him.  Carefully, he began
to cut Cindy open, from her little cunt to her belly button.  The saw shrieked and
groaned intermittently as it ran into thick gutmeat and bone. Cindy jumped and
jerked mindlessly, howling and spitting blood, held in place by the meat-hook
through her mouth and the hooks through her toes.  Pulling the buzzing saw from
ghastly blood spurting wound R-man now touched the tip of his weapon to the
twelve-year old's foot soles ripping deep gashes in the tender flesh.  He touched the
chainsaw to her knees and thighs and calves leaving raw, wedge-shaped wounds in
the child's flesh.
	Again, a smirk on his blood-spattered, plastic-goggled face, he returned to the
terrible jagged-edged hole in Cindy's middle and buried the chainsaw in the little
slut's gutsack.  Ripping and gouging the saw tore into the child's uterus and
intestines, tore her bladder and stomach to shreds, the liver too as he ripped upward,
then a piece of esophagus. Shit, guts, blood and flesh flew in a gelatinous spray that
covered the walls and ceiling and floor.
	Yvonne closed her eyes tightly and turned her face away from the
horrible sight and the rain of blood that her young shrieking daughter was
producing under R-man's hearltess assault.
	Turning the ripping blade horizontally now R-man began to saw the little
bitch in half ripping through her spine and the top of her hip bones until the lower
half of her body broke loose, legs still hook-hung from the ceiling, until her entire
viscera spilled out of her abdomen, until she was eternally silenced, her
eyes open but sightless, her torso and half her abdomen hanging from a chain by
her hooked mouth.
	Then he shut off the saw and dropped it back on the table.
	It was impossible now to move about the cabin without stepping on some
piece of slaughtered teen-girl meat.
	Covered in girlgore R-man stepped up to the bound broken-armed whore
that had spawned the flesh and blood that now dripped off the walls.
	Bent forward she was perfectly positioned, her heavy tits hanging down, her
face level with his crotch.
	He wiped a messy forearm over his face and undid the strap that held the
spiked ball in her mouth. The ball fell to the floor and Yvonne's lips bled down her
chin. She watched the killer of her daughters go across the room  and bend down to
reach under the torture table into a wooden box to take several long steel shafts,
ten-inch metal spears ringed on one end, like shish-ka-bob skewers.
	She was psychologically devastated and put up no struggle as he came back
to her and brought his blood-smeared prick up to her face, skewers in hand.  She
merely opened her punished mouth wide and let him fuck it.
	The stench of blood and butchered human meat was dizzying and she could
barely breathe. R-man's cock sliding in and out of her mouth made a wet sound
that matched that of his bare feet and her own silk-stockings slithering around on
the gory floorboards. He pushed himself deep down her throat his free hand
clutching her long black mane and her lips were stretched to the limit as she
instinctively surrendered to the act she had performed so many times for money.
Her big tits flopped around as he facefucked her and her broken arms hurt terribly,
the club shoved up her ass twisted in her guts and she moaned as he made her
move to his demanding unstoppable rhythm.
	The killer had been right. All this had been her fault.  She was nothing but a
worthless whore and that was all both her girls would have become.  Maybe it was
better this way.  Better to end it for the pleasure of one man than to spend
a lifetime of servitude and whoredom.
	R-man sensed the surrender of his victim and his cock swelled and pulsed in
her sweet mouth.
	"Yess," he whispered hoarsely. "You know, don't you? You know you
belong to me now and there is nothing else for you...just like there was nothing else
for them...ahhh...killing both of them was really sweet...mmm...specially Karen.  She
was a real nice kill...very special...too bad you weren't here to watch it...You know it
took me a year to convince her to come to me...a year on the fucking internet.  But
now I know it was worth it...uhhh...yeah...every fuckin' minute of it... I raped her
mind on the internet...I stole her from you...I made her mine...and she came to me.
She even left the back window of your house unlocked for me today so that I could
take you and Cindy. She knew I wanted all three of you and she helped me get
what I wanted."
	The knowledge of Karen's betrayal devastated Yvonne, just as R-man hoped
it would. He could see it in her eyes and it made his cock swell and his balls tingle.
	Taking the first skewer he gripped her head tightly and pierced it through her
hanging pap just above the nipple.  He pushed the metal spear all the way through
her fat tit as she mewled and groaned on his cock.
	He fucked her bruised face, hilting his cock in her, his balls slapping up
against her chin getting his killing energy up to a fever pitch, knowing that the
taking of this third life would complete the cycle for him. 
	"You know what I did to your precious Karen?...uhhh......I fucked her
brain....right through her goddamn eye...yeah...it was awesome. I never did that
before."
	He took another skewer and again drove it into titmeat, holding her steady as
he pushed it all the way through.  The metal, as it exited from the opposite side of
the pierced orb, dripped hot blood.
	Yvonne was sobbing softly as she sucked him, tears running down her cheeks
from the sharp piercing pain he was inflicting on her dangling mammaries and from
the gross image he'd now put in her head of Karen's death. 
	Tiny droplets of blood, both of her daughters' blood, dripped down from the
ceiling beams on to his shoulders and arms, on to her forehead and back, sticky and
cool as opposed to the warm flow from her own spiked chest.
	"Ahh..mmm..afterwards...well, then you saw what I did...I tore her to
pieces...like a fuckin' cardboard doll...Keep sucking me, pig."
	Though her arms were swollen and sharp shooting pains were travelling up
her shoulders  Yvonne sped up her pace to keep up with his demanding
hip-thrusts. The wooden club felt like it was about to rip through her belly but she
knew she must pay for what he had done.  It was on her now.
	R-man stabbed a skewer right through the nipple of her other hanging tit and
she whinnied on his cock her eyes pleading with him.
	"You're such a whore..." he growled smiling down at her, enjoying
the delicious mouth fuck and simultaneous physical and psychological torture of the
broken female.
	"When Karen told me what a whore you were and how your boyfriend Lou
had raped her and Cindy I just knew I had to have all three of you...there was no
way I could let any of you live...no fuckin' way..."
	He slid out of her now.
	She looked up at him, her eyes zoned, dazed.
	Slowly, taking his time, he slid down on one knee to pierce ten more skewers,
one by one through the groaning whore's hanging bleeding boobs. 
	"You're nothing but street scum," he told her as he pushed the metal spikes
into her. "And that's all your daughters would have become. Stupid, worthless,
whore animals that don't deserve to live. I'm doing the world a big favor gettin' rid
of the three of you."
	 Her titmeat swelled and blushed, discolored, bruising from the action of the
steel ripping through it.  She sobbed loudly, her mouth wide and drooling, her blue
painted eyelids wrinkling as she shut her eyes tightly, involuntarily grimacing to the
piercing agony. 
	"Yeahh...a big fuckin' favor..."
	For the last skewer he bent down and leaned in to lick the nipple that had not
yet been pierced.  He stroked it with his tongue and felt it surge in his mouth. He
teased it with his fingers, nibbled it, sucked it and licked it. He tugged on the
skewers already planted through the big swollen titbag and then, deliberately,
without hesitation,  he took the last sliver of metal and stabbed it right through her
fat cherry-red nub making her blood spurt on his lips and cheeks and neck.
	Then he rose and stood over the crying tortured female.
	It was time to end it.


4.
	When he yanked the club out of her rectum and released her from the chain
she slid down to her knees and then flopped over on her side,  a spurt of blood and
shit involuntarily exploding from her asshole.
	As she screamed in lovely woman-pain he tugged at the long skewers by the
ringed ends, tearing them out of her titbags as slowly as he could, one at a time,
making blood well up on the tiny puncture wounds as the steel exited and then
trickle out of her and down her rib-cage in long thin streamers.  He pulled her arms
out away from her body and forced her to lie on her back on top of the wooden
beam he'd put on the floor between the remains of her butchered daughters. As she
rolled over her asscheeks were smeared in her own excrement and blood.
	He pressed her wrists against the beam and taking a small sledge-hammer he
drove a nine-inch nail through each limb, all the way through the shattered carpal
bone.
	She screamed with agony but did not fight him.
	Her hefty tits flopped outward on either side of her spilling blood from every
wound hole.
	He forced the crucified whore to come to her feet as he hauled the beam up
by the pulley line and her huge boobs filled out again and dangled, pock-marked
bleeding udders waiting for the final milking. 
	He drew her up until she stood tippy toe, the way he wanted her.
	As she was upstretched one broken rib pierced her lung collapsing it. The hot
pain seared through her and she struggled to breathe as blood bubbled up from her
nostrils and throat.
	On her right, the top half of Cindy's body still hung by her meat-hooked
mouth. On her left, the ravaged mess that had been Karen lay on the floor.
	R-man pulled momma's legs apart and rope-bound them to hooks on
opposite walls of the cabin spreading her wide open, her feet coming off the ground
as he tugged demandingly on the ropes.
	He took the serrated hunting knife from the wall and showed it to her.
	"This is going in your cunt," he told her and put the tip of the blade
between her obscenely spread legs, right on her woman slit.
	"Beg for it," he said softly. "Beg me."
	She nodded, breathing with difficulty, hanging from her broken bleeding
crucified arms, her big paps heaving, dripping juicily from the holes the
skewers had left in her.
	"Kill me," she groaned. "F-finish my worthless life....please...."
	She hung slightly above him and he looked up at her, studying her, eyes
blazing.  Brutally he slammed the knife hilt-deep in her cunt.
	She arched stiffly responding to the shooting pain that tore through her, her
cry choked off.
	He held the cold knife in her for a moment then ripped it out.
	The serrated blade tore her vaginal passage apart. Blood and piss poured out
of her.
	He watched her for a moment, drank in her agony, reached up to squeeze
her plump bloody breastglobe with one hand.  
	Then, gripping her boob tightly, he slammed the knife upward into her twat
once more, pushing even deeper, the knife handle pressing up against her swollen
clit and dribbling urethra.
	Now she could barely breathe. Her punctured lung was taking a toll and the
blood-loss from her nailed wrists was making her dizzy and weak.
	Again he ripped the knife out of her.
	Again he watched, his eyes keen and sharp like an eagle's.
	"..wwhhuuuuuuggggg.." she gasped.
	"Your daughter loved me," he told her. "She died full of love for me."
	He plunged the knife into Yvonne's bleeding cooze.
	She sobbed weakly.
	Her head hung forward.
	She watched him jerking off. Her tears spattered his shoulder.
	He tore the knife out of her and licked the blade.
	"I don't expect you to love me as she did. I do expect you to die for me."
	She nodded then said:
	"Put the knife in me...please...cut me...hurt me...fuck me all up with it...kill
me...that's all I want...that's all I deserve..."	
	She had nice thighs, nice and plump the way he liked them.
	He sliced into them, lightly at first just to get them bleeding then harder,
deeper, right through the arteries. Finally he plunged the blade into them viciously,
angrily hating her beauty and feminity and her power to seduce.
	He stabbed the serrated blade up into her big left breast.
	It went through it and as he yanked it out it tore it apart.
	He brought the blade sliding down into her pubic area pressing the tip into
her hard as it entered her slit, jamming the blade deep into her piss hole until she
shrieked mindlessly.
	Then, with a shout he pulled it out of her pussy and slammed it up into her
heart from underneath her ribs. It stuck in her and he shoved it in to the hilt.
	His eyes devoured her terminal suffering for a few moments...then he reached
up and yanked the knife out.
	He sliced both of her big paps open right down the middle, right through the
nipples.
	Her ruptured heart exploded in her chest and she began to choke and pass
out.
	R-man fired up the chainsaw for the last time.
	With two deft moves he sliced through momma's stockinged legs leaving her
to hang from her crucified arms, her thigh stumps pumping blood as she kicked and
writhed in mortal agony.
	Then he put the saw to her bleeding cunt and began to cut upwards, slicing
into her as he had sliced into little Cindy but with more disastrous
precision and intent.  He leaned into the saw as he pushed it up into the
whore's body cutting her in half the long way, from her cunt to her bisected tits.
Again blood and viscera and bone exploded and flew and sprayed the 
walls.  Long before the saw reached her sternum she was dead so that when he
pulled the chainsaw out of her hacked up body she was no longer sentient. A few
final spasms ran through her. Death rattled in her throat and a gob of gut and blood
spilled from her dead mouth. 
	Lifting the roaring blade to her neck he pushed it through severing her head
clean off her shoulders.
	He turned the chainsaw off and picked up the whore's head from where
it had fallen against the wall, near her daughter Cindy's leg stumps.
	Lifting it by the hair he drove his cock into the neck hole from underneath
and shoved it through the torn jagged meat until his glans came up through her lips.
	Leaning back against the table he worked Yvonne's head up and down on his
erect cock, slowly at first, enjoying the hot wet tightness of it, then faster and faster,
masturbating himself with it, his cockhead rubbing against the roof of her mouth
and her tepid lolling tongue, her soft hair tickling his strong thighs and his balls, until
finally his sperm spilled from her dead lips and down her chin.  Her eyes stared
fixedly up in death as he drew his prick out of her and let her head drop to the
ground.
	With a deep sigh of relief he began to piss on momma's severed head, on her
pretty face shaking out the last drops of urine on her lustrous black hair and sliding
back against the wall to sit on the floor.
	After a short while he felt hard again.  He went to each of the horribly
mutilated bodies and thrust his prick into each of them. He fucked the gutted child
Cindy putting his cock into her torn abdomen, sinking his teeth into her cool dead
cheeks. He sank down and rubbed himself on Karen.  Again he picked up Yvonne's
severed head and again he masturbated himself with it. He came spurting his cum
on the dead woman's face calling her a whore and a scumbag, letting his rage drain
away until he was truly done.
	He slumped down again and sat on the floor.
	Now he had a hell of a fucking mess on his hands.  It was a good thing he
owned the property because it was going to take a couple of days to clean it up.
	Later that day he would toss all three females in one mass grave in the woods
along with the severed pieces of their slaughtered corpses, leaving no trace of their
worthless existence. Then he would throw Karen's PC into the grave
with them. He would hose the whole cabin down and sweep up all the small bits of
woman-gore that had scattered through every nook and cranny into a large black
trash bag that he would also drop into the open grave before finally burying the
Calano cunts.
	When he was finished he would stand in his woods naked, lean on his shovel,
and piss on the unmarked grave. 
	He had cleared the welfare fund roster of three parasites.
	A month later police and social workers would close down the Calano
apartment and declare the family legally missing.  The mother's activities would lead
authorities to suspect the worst.  A computer desk would be listed in the older
child's bedroom but the hard drive would never be found.
	The police would make no effort to solve the case.
	R-man would soon return to the Internet to hunt for fresh killmeat.
	
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