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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.
   Crimson Pool
   The little bitch couldn't have been more than thirteen. A sweet little
cupcake.
   It was Matt that called us together this time.  Thad and I were in
Houston but by the following day we were packed and aboard the flight to
Dallas.
   Matt had set everything up.  It had been two months since the kill near
Orchidea at Greelie's pond and all three of us were itching for action.
Trevor had gotten the videos of that last one and he'd written,
congratulating us and inviting us to the Black Island mansion in August. 
But that was still four months away and besides Matt's target was just
incredible.  From the surveillance pictures he'd taken of her on the
playground at school and in her back yard near the pool, wearing a cute
little lime-green bikini, all shiny wet and smiley, we all knew she was
just what the doctor ordered.
   She was a pretty little chicana, long silky black hair and dark brown
skin, well- developed for her age.  She had fine little titties and a curvy
slender body.  She was about 4'10 with deliciously shaped legs, thighs as
plump and edible as smoked hams,wide brown eyes and an innocent cherub-face
that just begged for destruction. Her family was well off and the best part
of it all: every school-day, from three to six in the afternoon she was
home all by herself.
   The plan Matt had set up went flawlessly...almost up to the end.  Then
we had to improvise.
   We waited in the rented van across the street from her house, the only
split- level on the block, and watched her get home from school.  She had a
cute little walk full of vibrant energy.  She was a radiant child, playful,
full of life and we watched her say goodbye to her friends on the corner,
her laughter clear and innocent.
   Destroying her was going to be an awesome pleasure.
   As she walked into her clean, well-kept house and closed the door we got
out of the van and went through a side gate in the wooden fence and into
the back yard.  Earlier we had disabled the burglar alarm and left the rear
door unlocked.  Now we entered quietly, Thad carrying the duffel bag with
the tools and the cameras. Matt led the way past the kitchen.  We could
hear the sound of the TV in the living room. She was sitting on the
carpeted floor, legs crossed, shoes kicked off. Before she knew what was
happening we had surrounded her. "Hey..." she said looking up at us. 
"Who...?" Her voice was cut off abruptly as Matt looped a thin rope around
her neck and yanked her upward.  She flailed her arms and legs as he
dragged her gasping and sputtering to the stairs.  "Meet Carmen," Matt
huffed smiling down at us as he dragged the struggling child up the
staircase.  We followed, Thad lifting her legs, peeling off her sweatsocks.
"These are my friends, Carmen.  We're going up to your room to play."
   It was obvious that the first bedroom on the left was hers, done in
pink, cluttered with dolls and stuffed teddy-bears. The child whimpered
pleadingly as Matt and Thad now dropped her on the bed and she cringed up
against the head-board, the rope still around her neck dangling from Matt's
grip as we circled her. I reached down and took her little blouse by the
lapels. She looked up at me and her fear-blown eyes made my cock rock-hard.
It was quiet in the room and I could hear the TV downstairs, cartoon music,
mindless chatter as I tore the garment open.  Buttons ripped off and
skittered across the bed and on to the carpeted floor, the tearing sound of
fabric making Carmen cry out weakly. "Yeah..." Matt grunted as I took out
my knife. He yanked on the rope to keep the girl steady and I sliced her
little bra off her. "Nice," Thad sighed as I cut away her short little
skirt and finally her pink flower-print panties tearing away her tattered
clothes to leave her naked.
   "No...no....no...." she sobbed, choked by the rope around her neck, her
knees folding up to her chest as she blushed and shrunk against the
lacquered white wooden headboard trying to pull the blanket and the sheets
up to hide herself. "What's the matter, Car-men?" Matt asked mocking
concern, pulling her to his face by the rope.
   "Don't you wanna play?" As she slid toward him I took the opportunity to
make her release the sheets.  In my hands she was soft, delicate,
breakable. Effortlessly, I pulled her arms behind her and handcuffed her
wrists.
   "Huh?  Don't you want to play with us, Carmen?" Matt asked her, his
voice ridiculously stilted. Thad began to strip and I followed suit peeling
off my t-shirt, kicking off my shoes and jeans. "I - ah - ahhh -" she
gasped as Matt smiled wickedly and tugged hard on the rope. Thad reached
down and picked up her torn panties.  He thrust them into her open mouth
gagging her suddenly. Moving as if we were of one mind we laid her flat on
the bed, her arms cuffed behind her and we pulled her little legs apart. 
Thad knelt between them and I slid down on one knee to rub my cock on her
gagged face as he lifted and opened her juicy brown thighs.  Matt released
the rope and began to take off his clothes watching us now as we began the
long slow rape of the helpless girlchild. I straddled her, sat heavily on
her chest looking down into her frightened crying face, taking her little
cheeks in my hands.  I looked right into her big dark eyes smiling, reading
the horror there as behind me Thad spread her little virgin slit open with
his fingers and slid his thumb up into the tiny orifice of her virgin
pussy. Thad grunted behind me and I saw pain bloom on her face, changing
and distorting her features. "Goddamn..." Matt hissed and I saw him begin
to jerk off beside me as I took my own prick and worked it, pressing it
against her gagged lips and tear-streaked cheeks. "Ghhaaa!  AhhhGGG!" she
cried out, her little body bucking under me. Thad laughed.
   In the mirror over the dresser I could see him now grip her little
ankles as he held her legs up and apart, her feet angled and arched as he
aimed his cock at her petite, almost hairless mound.  He pushed forward
slowly and Carmen squealed like a trapped rabbitt. "Jesus, guys, she's
tight....She's so fuckin' tight!" "Yeahhhh!" I groaned.  "Fuck the little
cunt!  BREAK HER!" "uuuughhhhh!" Carmen groaned. "C'mon, Ward," Matt urged
me hoarsely.  "You fuck her mouth now....c'mon....you fuck her mouth while
he fucks her cunt..." I leaned down, took my knife up again from where I'd
left it on the night table and put it to her cheek. "Carmen," I snarled. 
"You listening to me?" She stared up at me blankly through her pain.
   I pressed the blade into her skin.
   Blood trickled down the side of her angelic face. "Are you LISTENING,
you slimy little spic?" "G-G-ggAh!Ah!Y-ahhssss!" she nodded wildly, her
wide eyes all attention. The room now smelled of man-sweat and lust.  The
sweet clean perfume of the child had evaporated, her young firm skin slimy
with fear. "I'm going to put my cock in your mouth...do you understand?"
She nodded. "I'm going to fuck your little mouth while my friend fucks your
pussy, ok...?  Is that ok with you?" Thad and Matt laughed. "SAY YES,YOU
LITTLE BITCH!" I snarled. She nodded wildly again trying to talk through
the drool-soaked panties.  I pulled the wet underwear out of her mouth and
crouching over her I offered her my rampant prick. "Take it..." I growled
now pressing the blade of my knife to her pulsing throat. "Take my cock and
suck it you little spic slut....."
   Her dark little eyebrows furrowed.  Disgust and terror fused starkly on
her face. "Take it..." I snarled louder.  Matt leaned his head back and
moaned as he jerked off, his legs far apart, his strong feet gripping the
blue carpet.  Thad pushed forward into her little twat holding her legs
wide by her ankles, his fingers closed around her slender limbs like metal
vise-grips.  As he did her mouth gaped wider and I slid down into soft
tender wetness.  Her eyes looked up into mine, brows arched now as she
groaned, the sound muffled by my meat.  She looked up pleading, begging,
impossibly trying to comprehend the vortex of cruelty into which she had so
unexpectedly fallen. Surely I would stop, her eyes said.  Surely I would
pity her.  Surely this could not go on. Surely it was a nightmare, a
horrible unreal dream from which she would awake back into her innocent
world of toys, games, school, daddy and mommy and after-school television.
But I only smiled and watched her cheeks flush as she struggled to breathe
keeping my knife at her throat, knowing that with one quick move I could
stifle her forever, spill her life out on the clean sheets she had slept
in. Fucking little spic cunt.  I could easily kill her and watch her choke
and bleed to death with my cock in her mouth...even though her jaw might
clamp shut reflexively.  I reached down and with my other hand sealed her
nostrils shut.  That way I was sure she would be gasping for air and unable
to bite.  Her eyes blinked then widened wildly.  The red of her cheeks
deepened.  I felt myself getting harder and harder.  I was dizzy with
power. I raised the tip of my knife to her forehead and cut her, licking my
lips as a tiny drop of blood snaked down past her brow and into the corner
of her eye. Matt was looking down now.  "Yeah....yeah....yeah...." he
muttered, an evil smile playing on his lips.
   "What...uhh...what're you doin'?" Thad asked from behind me pushing in
and out of Carmen's violated pussyhole trying to look over my shoulder.
"Just having a little fun," I replied. "Uhhh -" he snorted.  "Goddamn
Ward...mmm...don't...don't kill 'er yet..."
   He slid back down on his haunches and began to fuck her hard.  I could
see the result of his thrusting on her little face.  The whole bed moved
and shifted as she squirmed under us.
   "Don't ..nnhhh...kill 'er yet...enjoy her...mmmhh...c'mon...enjoy the
little bitch...." "I am enjoying her," I said softly, lifting my cock
slightly out of her mouth to let her breath then plunging down again,
tracing another small cut on her lovely ear-lobe.  A drop of blood spilled
on the pillowcase. "I want to fuck her," Matt grunted climbing on to the
bed now. As Thad slid out of her she whinnied and gasped. I pressed the
knife to her hair-line. "Maybe I should scalp the little pig..." I
suggested.  "Or cut her little ears off..."
   Her eyes were wide with horror as she stared up at my smiling face.
"Uhhhhhh!" Matt groaned as he slid his boner up into the little girl's
raped bleeding pussy. Again she was flushed red and out of breath.  I
watched another drop of blood spring up where the blade sliced her.  The
previous trickle inched off her cheek and on to the pillow.  Now Thad came
up beside me, straddling her head, his knees sinking into the pillowfolds
as he dipped his cock in the cut I had just made.
   "Ah-ahhh," I groaned feeling my swelling pulsing hardness straining
inside her small mouth.  Both of our huge cocks now touched as I slid out
of her to rub myself on her face: manspears crossed in battle, already
blood-smeared as gasping words came out of the helpless girlchild's throat,
unintelligible, as I released her nostrils and let her breathe, pleeease,
and mommmyyy, and help help and no no no, until I told her to shut up or I
would kill her right now and Matt fucked her harder and Thad smiled drawing
on her face with his blood-painted prick and I did the same, manspears hard
and ready for the slaughter.
   "Let's tie 'er...uhhh..." Matt grunted behind me.  "Uhhh...tie 'er up in
the...mmm...in the bathroom..." "Yeahh..." Thad replied looking down with
me into the lovely upturned mercy- begging face. "Let's hang her from the
fucking ceiling in there and whip the goddamned shit out of her." "C'mon,
Ward," he said sliding off the bed, going around it to pick up the duffel
bag.  "C'mon...before you put that knife in her fuckin' eye...Let Matt fuck
her for a while.  Let the man enjoy his kill."
   Thad must have seen it on my face because I was contemplating doing some
serious damage with the knife.  I regained self-control only after a few
difficult moments.  Taking a deep breath I slid up off the bed and just
stood there watching Matt fuck her.
   "You want her gagged?" I offered. She was starting to gasp and I knew
soon she would start screaming. "I'll take care of it," Matt replied now
moving up to take over as he continued to fuck her with slow hard pumping
thrusts.
   "Pleeease...pleeeeease..." she squealed.
   He raised his hand high and slapped it viciously across little Carmen's
pretty blood-streaked face.  Blood-drops spattered the white head board.
"Al-Right!" I cheered.  "That's the way Matt!!"
   He slapped her again and again and then she was quiet and he was fucking
her and the mattress creaked noisily.
   I turned and went into the bathroom.
   Thad climbed up on a chair and dismantled the ceiling lamp.  I helped
him, handing him tools from the duffel bag.  Pliars, screwdriver, drill. 
When we finished there were two metal eye-bolts in the ceiling from which
roped leather cuffs dangled.  Watching Thad drill the holes in the
sheetrock ceiling had given me ideas; that and the electrical wires that
hung from the lamp fixture.
   I went back in the room and watched Matt fuck our child prisioner.  I
glanced at a digital clock on the night-stand.  It was 3:45. Matt began to
grunt and thrust hard and I knew he was about to cum.
   I jerked off and watched.  We had two hours and fifteen minutes before
the parents came home.  The danger of being caught made the thrill more
intense. I watched Matt now turn the little bitch over on her stomach. 
Thad now stood beside me and we both took in the vicious rape our eyes
glassy with pleasure. "Beautiful..." he said, his voice slurred.
   "Yeah..." I replied feeling my cock boom deliciously in my grip. Matt
made her kneel, thighs far apart, those luscious little thighs so meaty and
well-shaped.  He made her push her ass up in the air for him, her little
hands cuffed behind her, reaching for air, clutching, her face pressed into
the toussled sheets, tiny cuts leaving bloodtraces on the white cloth and
she was crying, ohh yes, crying so plaintively, so miserably. "I'm gonna
fuck er up the ass," Matt grunted. "Oh yeah," Thad replied encouragingly,
stroking himself faster. "Noooooooooo!" Carmen squealed, her cry muffled
against the mattress. "Shut up, bitch!" Matt shouted and put his cock
between her soft little buns.
   Thad and I stepped up to the bed to watch closer, one on each side as
now Matt groaned, gripped our prisioner's hips and thrust downward. "Do it!
Do it!" I heard myself snarl, caught up in the violence as he drove his
cock into Carmen's little bunghole.  He spread her little buttcheeks wide
and spit down on his shaft and slammed his meat-spear inward.
"Eeeeeaaaaahhhhh!" Carmen shrieked. "I SAID SHUT UP!" Thad roared smacking
her ass with both big hands then gripping the pliant flesh to thrust
deeper. He practically lifted the child off the bed to sink into her and
Thad and I both cheered him on as he groaned, grunted and sweated and
heaved rocking and rocking on the bed, pump-fucking the helpless victim
until suddenly he shouted and rose to his feet over her, his cock shooting
thick wads of spunk on her back and on her bleeding asshole and on her
legs. It was an effort to hold back and not cum with him as he turned her
over and slid down to rub his shit-smeared prick all over her nubby little
tits and face as she cried and cried and cried. He slid off her and sat on
the floor by the bed wiping the sweat off his face. Then he looked up at me
and Thad and smiled.
   "Take her, guys" he said.  "She's yours."
   I glanced at the clock again.  It was 4:10.  The pressure was on. We
lifted the defenseless weeping girl off the bed between us and dragged her
into the bathroom.
   I opened the cuffs and we raised her arms up over her head, far apart,
her feet off the floor, Thad up on the chair again to buckle the leather
bands tightly around her wrists. Then from the duffel bag we took the
dogwhips.
   They were short-tongued.  Excellent for use in a close-quarters
situation.  And we had of course, customized them.  We had braided the
seven leather tongues with steel barbs. I took a black rubber ball gag from
the bag and stuffed it into the little-girl's mouth.  She no longer
resisted, her will was broken from the violent ass-rape and she hung weakly
from the ceiling.  I knew that would soon change.  The kiss of the whips
would revive her instinct to survive, to live.  The pain would ignite every
nerve in her body for escape, but escape, I thought, smiling as I tightened
the buckle of the ball gag around the back of her little head, would never
come.  I stepped back to admire the way the black ball split her lips wide.
She was a little piglet, its mouth stuffed with an apple on the banquet
table, ready to fulfill the appetites of the dinner guests. Finally, Thad
used a stretch of rope to tie her long flowing hair up in a pony tail, up
off her back to which we wanted full access. The little bitch was already
shaped like an adult woman.  The curve of her hips was already marked.  Her
little tits were already blossoming.  Two more years and the boys would
have been coming around to squeeze their little hard-ons against her.  And
yet she was still a little girl.  That's what made this kill so delicious.
Now Thad and I balanced the dog-whips in our hands and took up positions on
either side of our victim.  Matt stood in the doorway watching.  The fading
afternoon sunlight drifted in through the bathroom window.  Her skin fairly
glowed.  She was a healthy child and that made what we were about to do all
the more barbaric. "Let's rip 'er apart," I growled, raising my whip. We
did not hold back.  Right from the first blow we hit her as hard as we
could. We slashed across her aiming each blow for maximum impact.  She
kicked wildly, since we had not tied her legs and her feet smashed into the
sides of the bathtub and back into the wooden sink cabinet.  I flogged
rhythmically, methodically, while Thad was more random.  I would say I kept
the beat and he soloed, and between us we made the little cunt dance. 
Matt, our audience ofone, cheered us on and commented on the more vicious
cuts..."Yeahh...ohh yeahh... make 'er bleeed!" He urged us though we needed
no urging.  We whipped her and jerked off at the same time, hacked at her
and pleasured ourselves.  It went on and on, heedless of her suffering,
heedless of her manic twisting agony as she tried to find our eyes with
hers, her pretty dark eyes which had smiled into Matt's hidden camera
unknowing, innocent.  The dogwhips assailed her young flesh.  The barbs
tore and tore at her, like teeth and soon she was streaked and welted and
bleeding.  We focused on her lower back then on her upper back
slish-slashing harder and harder, drool spilling from her gagged lips,
tears, poor little bitch chosen and tortured for no good reason other than
our vicious unstoppable pleasure.  We swung across her young tits with
vehemence, loving this particular destruction of promising femininity. 
Both of us viciously attacked her and as we beat her we smiled and laughed
then snarled like wild beasts.  Blood flew from the smacking blows,
spattered walls, mirrors, tiles.  Innocent young girl blood.  As the pace
of the whipping increased Matt joined in too with a short fiber-glass rod
that he used knowingly on her kicking legs, timing his cuts to alternate
with the furious slashing insolence of our dogwhips.  Between all of us we
beat the fucking shit out of the chicano youth, we beat her for the sheer
pleasure of hurting her.  There was no motive, no reason, no
prejudice....unless our need to destroy women could be considered a
prejudice.  We did not look at it as such.  We thought it an appetite.  A
hunger.  Like eating.  We were, after all, soldiers of the Black X cult and
killing young sluts was for us...well, religion. The whipping escalated and
our victim suddenly passed out and hung limply in mid-air.
   I went to the bathroom sink, filled a glass with water and chucked it on
her face.
   As she came back to consciousness Thad cuffed her ankles and raised her
whipped legs up by ropes to the eye-bolts in the ceiling from which her
arms dangled.
   I stepped up to her, facing her now, looking down into her glazed eyes,
enjoying her pain and confusion.  "How much time we got, Matt?" I asked
running my hands up the backs of her whipped upstretched thighs to her
knees. "Its five o'clock..." he replied nervously.
   "Her parents are gonna get here," Thad added, giving us what we all
already knew. "Give me the drill," I said softly. The little girl's eyes
were suddenly alive again.  She shook her head. "Mmmphhhh!" she groaned
into the ball-gag.  "MMMMPHHHHH!" I put my huge upright prick to her raped
twat and slid its swollen head slowly up into her. Thad handed me the
drill.
   I switched it on and its shrill whine filled the small room. "We could
kill all of them," Matt said from the doorway, his eyes dreamy as he jerked
off watching me. The afternoon was dying outside and the room was bathed in
shadows, colors fading into gray. "Or make them watch and then kill
them..." Thad added. "NNNNGGGHHHH!" Carmen whinnied and shook her head.  I
don't know if she shook it for the thought of her parents being killed or
for the pain she was about to feel herself.  She looked at me and was still
as I held her with my eyes and slid a little deeper into her dangling body
and raised the whining drillto her little tit taking the nipple pinched
between thumb and forefinger, raising it and stretching the young meat.
   I pressed the spinning tip of the sharp tool into the side of her
whipped tit and her head slid back as the metal tore the skin and sunk
inward. "AAuuuuurrrrghhhhhhh!" she cried. "Ohhhhh," Thad moaned.
"God-DAMN!" Matt snarled.  "God-DAMN Ward...yesss....yesss...."
   I drilled right through her tit until the spinning drill-bit came out
the other side spitting flesh and blood in my face and chest.  Then wiping
the pieces of Carmen from my eyes I took her other breast and attacked it
with the drill.
   "...her nipples..." Matt said from the doorway as I pulled the drill out
of my victim's gouged boob.  The fiberglass rod still hung from his hand as
he jerked off and I could see his energetic rape of our prisioner had not
affected the size or urgency of his erection.  "Do her nipples..." "You got
it..." I replied.  He was, after all, technically in charge of this kill.
   I slid all the way into the little suspended bitch's snatch, coming
right up to her cervix, filling her as I raised the drill again to her
little tits.
   And Matt and Thad now took up their combat stances and began to whip her
back while I fucked her and pushed the drill into her nipples.
   Again blood and flesh flew.  The little girl was already swooning,
almost passing out again as I fucked her with my prick and with the
screaming drill, as Thad and Matt whipped her ferociously.  Before she
could faint I switched off the drill and slid back out of her. Thad and
Matt stopped whipping her, dropped their whips on the floor.  We circled
her jerking off, not knowing exactly what to do next, watching blood pulse
from her torn titties and gouged nipples, flow down her chest and belly,
drip off her and on to the pink throw-carpet on the floor.  Her breath was
ragged and she whimpered and moaned and occasionally her eyes pleaded with
us then went glassy then blinked then pleaded. "Goddamn little fuckslut..."
I snarled. Abruptly, almost instinctively, Thad and Matt stepped up to her,
sandwiched her between them, Matt put his prick up her pussy and Thad now
slid up her asshole.  I watched them rape her again, slowly, almost
lovingly now, holding her bleeding body between them, their powerful
muscular bodies surging, thrusting, squeezing into her hard.
   I stepped out into the bedroom and instantly felt the cooler air on my
naked skin.  I was burning up, as if I was running a high fever. The clock
now said 5:45. From the bathroom I could hear the grunting men and the
whimpering child. The time for improvisation had come. I went to the duffel
bag near the bathroom door and I took the Magnum, making sure the silencer
was firmly screwed on and the safety was off then calmly I made my way back
down the stairs to the living room. Cartoons had been replaced by some news
show on the TV screen.  Carmen's cute little loafers lay on the floor where
she'd left them after coming in. There was no hint of violence here.  All
was as it should be.  But I was right below her room now and I could hear
shuffling noises and muffled grunts from the bathroom as Thad and Matt
fucked their dangling victim.  I sat on one of the easy chairs and waited.
It felt good being there naked, a gun in my hand, my cock still powerfully
erect and pulsing.  It felt good to stalk my prey.  I licked and tasted the
metal gun barrel quietly...yeahh...  I was feeling like the fucking king of
suburbia. Outside the Lexus SUV pulled into the driveway. This chicano
scumbag had done real well.  Too bad it was all for nothing.  The pride of
his community, fine exemplary citizen, blah, blah, blah...soon to be dead
fucking meat.  I looked at the picture of him and his wife.  The bitch
wasn't bad. She was a bit on the plump side but it would be a relief to put
my aching prick into her...all the way to my balls. The door opened and
they walked in.  They couldn't see me right away but as soon as the door
closed behind them I stood up and aimed the gun at them. The woman took one
step in my direction, noticed me and her eyes went wide.
   She gave a little cry, dropped her purse, and stumbled back against her
husband. His brown, mustached face was startled then angry. "Oh God," the
woman said.  "Carmen...Carmencita!" "Keep quiet or I'll blow both of you
away right now," I said smiling. "What do you want?" he asked gruffly. 
"Money?  You want money?" "I told you to keep quiet," I said raising the
gun and feeding on their sudden terror.  "We're not here for money, pig."
In the sudden quiet I watched them.  I knew that my athletic naked body,
sweaty, cock erect, and the mention of a 'we' raised many terrifying
possibilities in their minds. And of course, the sounds from the TV could
not completely mask the sounds of the brutal fuck in the bathroom upstairs.
"Ohh dear God...." the woman said.  "Where's my daughter?  What have you
done with my Carmen?" "Would you like to see?" I asked with sarcastic
delight. "Would you really like to see?" Terror blazed in their eyes. "Up,"
I said softly pointing to the stairs with my gun.  "Up...NOW!" As I moved
toward them they cowered back then started up the stairs furtively looking
back at me over their shoulders. I followed closely.  Carmen's mother had
on a short black dress, dark stockings and high-heels.  I could see all the
way up her legs, almost to her panties as she climbed the stairs.  She had
a beautiful dark face, almost Indian, like her daughter and a fine strong
ass, big round and firm.  Their faces when they looked into the bathroom
were a sudden and perfect portrait of shock, horror and disbelief.  They
turned suddenly and hugged each other.  I pressed the gun into Carmen's
father's face. "Look!" I snarled.  "Look at your little cunt daughter, pig!
Look how good she fucks!  Both of you...LOOK AT HER OR DIE!" Thad and Matt
glanced over through the doorway, both of them high on the heartless rape
of the bleeding chicano girl, their eyes slitted. Seeing the girl's parents
staring at them through the doorway in the fading shadows was an incredible
turn on.  They fucked their victim more vehemently, smiled demonically,
gripped her savagely to thrust themselves to the hilt. The little girl
looked over her upraised arm into her mother's eyes and tried to call out
to her but the gag made it all unintelligible.  Grief added new colors to
the expressions on the parents face and I drank in every small nuance.
"Strip..." I said suddenly. They looked at me not comprehending. "Strip you
fucking scumbags...NAKED!  NOW!  BOTH OF YOU!"
   They looked at each other.  Carmen's father took one step toward me.
"Please..." he said. I put the gun to his head. "Now..." I said softly.
Resigned but reluctant they began to strip.  I reached over and turned on
the bedroom light.
   It was getting too dark in the house and I wanted to see. They hesitated
and tried to protest but I urged them on until they stood completely naked,
their fine expensive clothes scattered on the floor. I put the gun to the
woman's head.  She quivered. "On your knees, bitch.  I want you to suck
your husband's cock for me."
   She looked at me horrified. "Do it." "Oh dear God..." she whimpered,
starting to weep. "Please, Rosa," the man said softly.  "Do as he says..."
   "Yeah, Rosa," Matt jeered.  All three of us laughed. "Please..." she
pleaded looking first at him then back to me.  She was a fine cunt, just
like I had surmised from the picture in the living room.  Her ass was wide,
round, meaty.  Her tits full and big but not saggy.  She was chunky but
quite firm.  She had the kind of body that could take a lot of punishment
and lovely dark silky hair like her daughter. "Do what your husband says,
bitch," Thad sneered from the bathroom doorway.
   His powerful body was smudged with Carmen's blood and his cock was fat
and full.  "'Cause if my friend there doesn't pull the trigger I will..."
Behind him Matt continued to fuck the hanging girl up the ass. Slowly, Rosa
slid down to her knees on the carpet before her husband. "It shouldn't be
so bad," Thad mocked.  "Don't you do this every night?" We laughed again.
It felt good to laugh, to let out all our hostility on this hapless family.
Ramon's cock was limp as he leaned back against the wall.  His eyes stared
at me contemptuously as his wife's mouth closed around it. We watched her
work him for a while but the fat bastard remained limp. Thad reached over,
grabbed a shank of Rosa's pretty hair and pulled her face to his cock.
   He had picked up the knife and he now put it to her neck. "Why don't you
suck something that's got some life in it..." Horror and disgust melted
together on her face just like it had on her daughter's when we had first
taken her on the bed...  but she opened her mouth and took Thad's prick
anyway. "You!" I said pointing the gun at Ramon.  "In the bathroom.  Now!"
As I marched Ramon into the small blood-spattered room Matt slid out of
Carmen, reached up and released her from the cuffs.  She slid then crumpled
to the ground.  We put her in the tub and I made her stupid pig of a father
raise his prick and aim it at his daughter.  He was crying.  Out in the
bedroom Rosa was choking and sobbing on Thad's huge prick. "You're gonna
piss on 'er, you motherfuckin' greaser," I told him bluntly.
   "Piss on 'er or die."
   I put the gun to the back of his big balding head and after a little
urging a stream of hot piss shot from his limp brown dick and out on to his
daughter's upturned face as she sat in the white tub, half conscious, her
head resting back on the tiled wall. "Well at least your cock is good for
something," I joked.  Then looking up I saw the hanging electrical wires
and remembered.
   I gave Matt the gun and told him to keep it on Ramon then I went to the
duffel bag and found the little steel clamp.  I stood over the defeated,
pissed on child in the tub and told her to open her mouth.  She obeyed
wordlessly, will-less, her eyes vacant as I placed the clamp on her little
tongue and tightened it.  She groaned in response to the new pain.  I
reached up and pulled the wires from the ceiling attaching them crudely to
the clamp in the girl's mouth.  Picking up a stretch of rope from the floor
I tied her wrists behind her tightly forcing her to come up on her knees in
the tub.  Then I took the gun back from Matt trained it on Carmen's father
and said: "Hit the light-switch, scumbag." He realized what would happen
and hesitated until I put the gun to Carmen's head. "Hit the switch or
watch me spray her fucking head all over the bathroom." He sobbed, cringed
against the wall. "No..." he begged.  "Please...I will give you
anything...anything..." Matt took Ramon's arm by the wrist and raised his
hand to the switch.
   "...anything..." "All I want," I said softly pressing the gun barrel to
the side of Carmen's head. "Is for you to flip - that - switch."
   "Carmencita!" he sobbed.  "I'm sorry...I'm sorry, baby...dear God..."
The sudden click of the switch was louder than we thought it would be.  It
was a metallic sound followed instantly by a groaning mewling sound from
the kneeling child in the tub.  Her mouth dropped open and she trembled and
spasmed, hands and feet jerking quirkily.  Her father begged for mercy
between sobs.  In the shadows I could see the white of her eyes as they
rolled back in her head which hung from the clamped tongue by the wires. 
Tiny sparks fizzled at the point of contact and on her sweet lips. When I
had first seen the wires I had imagined torturing her with the electricity
but I had not imagined the beauty of having her own father throw the
switch. I had imagined touching the ends of the wires to her nipples and
face as she hung from the ceiling but this was so much better.  It was
amazing how improvisation could yield such wonderful results.  I stroked my
cock slowly watching Carmen as her mouth now clamped shut and she bit her
own clamped tongue drawing more blood as she choked, legs and arms thumping
against the wall and tub. "Turn it off," I ordered.
   Ramon obeyed instantly.
   I waited a few seconds listening to Carmen's breath as it returned to
normal.  In the doorway Thad held Rosa's face to his crotch, she kneeling
at his feet, and fucked her face, his hand clutching her hair. Matt leaned
against the bathroom wall on the other side of the bathroom sink in the
deepening shadows. "Give it to her again," he said slowly, his voice mean
and slurred. "You heard the man," I said raising the gun to Carmen's head
once again. Ramon sobbed and shut his eyes tightly and then clicked the
switch on. This time the girl's cry was pitiful.  She sounded like a cat in
heat as the electricity punished her suffering little body.  It made my
balls heavy and my cock throb to watch her helpless agony.  She rose up
stiffly on her knees, back arched, head convulsing, spit trailing down her
chin and neck.  Her body was covered with cuts and dark purple bruises and
the wounds where her nipples had been bled freshly. "G-ghhhaaaahhh..." she
groaned.  Then:
   "Yyyhhhhh-ggggg....ahhgg-agh-agh-agh..." She was starting to convulse
beautifully, twitching and flinching just like a little broken marionette.
"Yughh!Yughhh!Yugghhh!" she gasped.
   "Awe-some..." Matt muttered. "She can't take too much more, Matt," I
said watching her, my mouth filling up with drool as I stroked my cock
slowly.  In the doorway I heard Carmen's mother grunt and gasp on Thad's
cock in a cruel but musical counterpoint which accompanied her husband's
pitiful sobs. Now Carmen's little body bounced energetically, her knees
banging on the floor of the tub and her head slid backward, the wires
pulling her tongue half out of her mouth as the electricity sparked and
hissed.  Her bound hands opened and closed behind her, clenched and reached
as the top of her head came up against the tiled wall and she stared
unseeing at the ceiling.  She looked like a battery toy, a twisted
plaything, one leg kicking, the other still as she twisted to one side,
bending to the right, making odd gagging sounds then twisting to the left.
"Uuuuwwwhhhhhgggg!" she gurgled and piss exploded from her and spattered in
the tub between her legs. "Nnnnnhhaaahhhghagh!ahg!ahg!" The goddamned
little bitch should have passed out already but she was taking it and
taking it.  Explosive movements racked her chest and upper body.  Her head
slid back further until it was almost upside down and her tongue was about
to be ripped out of her.
   Then, Matt reached over and hit the switch.  Instantly Carmen went
still, gasping desperately for air, her rib-cage filling and emptying
rapidly as she slid down on to her haunches.
   I took a hold of the clamp on her tongue and loosened the tiny screw. 
Blood flowed on to my hand as the clamp let go and her head slid down, her
chin against her chest, gooey bloody spit spilling from her mouth.  I
turned to Ramon and put the gun at his throat as he looked up at me. "Now,
you spic motherfucker," I told him softly.  "Shit on her." He stared at me
reeling from the horror of what I was asking him to do. "Shit on your
daughter, fuckface...  or I'll cut her pretty little head off and feed it
to you." "...please..." he said weakly. "NOW," I replied bluntly. Still
sobbing, he got in the tub.
   Carmen just lay there beyond comprehension as he crouched over her, Matt
and me chuckling.  Ramon's face twisted with the awful shame of what I had
asked him to do.  Thad fed the fine spic-bitch his big cock in the bathroom
doorway, Rosa, the motherwhore, sobbing and mewling as a gush of hot shit
spurted with surprising suddenness from father Ramon's asshole and on to
his tortured daughter Carmen's bleeding chest and belly to roll down and
puddle in her lap and ooze between her whipped thighs to the tub. "Fuck!"
Matt shouted laughing. "Uhhnhhh!  Goddamn!" Thad shouted as he shot his cum
into Rosa's mouth.  It trickled from her lips and as he stepped back he
shot it on her nose, on her forehead and in her eyes.  He covered the sweet
chicano-mother-slutface with his cum and she just knelt there and let it
happen, defeated.  The whole family was defiled, broken, humiliated.
   Outside it was dark.  It was night. I raised the gun to Ramon's sobbing
face and without hesitation I squeezed the trigger. The gun coughed bluntly
and his head blew up, brains and blood spattered the tiled wall, his body
jerked and spun then smashed out of the tub and into the wall, his face in
the toilet.
   Carmen began to scream into her ball gag until Matt reached down and
picked her up by the neck to strangle her.  She dripped with piss and shit
and he dragged her out of the tub and into the bedroom still choking her.
Rosa had screamed once when her husband fell dead and Thad had stepped back
from her wide shrieking face and punched her twice in the belly winding
her, crumpling her and silencing her.  "The pool..." Matt suggested
suddenly, his voice hoarse and out of breath as he stood in the middle of
the bedroom, Carmen hanging from his choking grip. "Let's kill them in the
pool," he finished. We all knew there was a high wooden fence surrounding
the entire yard. Because of it Matt had had to climb a tree to take the
pictures of Carmen poolside. "Neighbors might hear them screaming," Thad
noted. "No they won't," I said.  "I'll take care of that...but right now I
want to fuck this cow," I said reaching down to pull Rosa to her feet by a
shank of her long lovely black Indian-woman hair.
   "Whatta ya say, slut?" I asked her.  Her eyes were blank and she stood
sobbing softly, her hair hanging over her sperm smeared face.  "Wanna fuck
me?" She just stood there, which was what I sort of expected her to do
since her old man had just been blown away and her daughter looked like she
was a short walk from dropping...  so I drew back and spun raising my foot
in a karate kick that impacted just below her hanging titbags and sent her
flying backward into the hallway with a grunt. "Yeah, Ward!" Thad shouted.
"Show the cunt!  Show her!" I enjoyed using my karate knowhow on a
defenseless bitch and the savagery inside of me was now an irrepresible
force. I waited for her to get to her knees and as she raised her face I
kicked her head back into the wall.  It smacked against the plaster and
brought down a picture of Carmen that hung there, Carmen in the backyard
surrounded by flowers... Rosa tried to rise again, blood streaming from her
nose and this time I kicked into her ribs.There was a crunch and she made a
gasping sound and collapsed into a fetal position on the wooden floor
wheezing.  Behind me the guys came into the hallway to watch, Matt was
dragging Carmen along the carpet by one foot, her wrists still bound behind
her.  I pulled Rosa up by her hair and as her bleeding face tilted up I
leaned back and planted the heel of my foot with a thud into her forehead.
She sprawled backward with a sharp cry and slid all the way to the top of
the stairs.  There, she clung to the banister and started to get up.  I
waited for her to do it. "Go for it, Ward," Matt grunted.  Carmen lay in a
heap on the floor behind him, her ankle in his hand, her small brown
upturned footsole streaked with blood. "Yeah, man," Thad added.  "Do it."
   I took aim, relaxed, sensed my balance, sensed every muscle in
preparation for the attack, focused my mind on my victim...all the anger,
all the dark fury inside me waiting for release like a terribly coiled
spring.  This was my karma.  The avenging angel.  The Destroyer.  Long ago
as a child I had been destroyed.  I had suffered torture and degradation.
Each time I killed I lived the death of my spirit.  The Whore who had
punished me would die.  And she would die terribly.  Again and again.  This
was my fate and I relished it. My body took over...the years of combat
training.  In the confined space of the hallway I leaped forward, spun
twice and flew up off the floor. My powerful legs bent at the knees then
surged outward to kick into the chicano woman's belly, into the middle of
her abdomen, my body like a missile aimed at her for maximum impact.  I
felt the soles of my feet smash into her guts and as I landed on the floor
on my side she went flying backward, arms raised, head thrown back, eyes
disbelievingly wide, right over the edge of the stairs.  She landed on her
back half way down the stairs and rolled and cartwheeled the rest of the
way to end up in a broken heap in the middle of the living room. I got to
my feet and went quickly down the stairs.  Thad and Matt followed, Matt
dragging Carmen behind him, her little head thumping on each stair-step.
   I lifted Rosa's pretty head in my hands.  She was bleeding from nose and
mouth and she groaned and looked up at me.  Her arm was twisted strangely
and I knew it was broken.  I propped her up against a chair took her good
arm and holding it by wrist and elbow I brought up my knee and snapped her
limb in two over my thigh.  She screamed and I took her by her hair swung
her up on her feet and across the room to a glass table in the center of
the room.  Taking her head by the scruff of her neck I smashed her beaten
face down into the table.  The first time the glass didn't break. "Shit!" I
snarled, lifted up her bleeding head and smashed it down harder. This time
she went right through the shattering glass.
   I dragged her to the wall and somehow got her on her feet leaning back
against it. "Bitch!" I spat and kicked her belly.  She bent forward.  I
pushed her back up. "Scumbag!" I punched her face into the wall. "Goddamn
fuckin' CUNT!" I punched into her ribs.  She cried out as I broke some more
bones. She slid to her knees. I rubbed my cock in her bloody face.  My
hands were covered with blood. I stepped back and she fell face down at my
feet on the carpet, spilling blood from her mouth. The TV was still on,
some stupid game show. I rolled her over on her back.  Her broken arms
reached upward framing her smashed-up face.  I pulled her hefty legs wide
open, knelt between them and put my cock to her slit.  She moaned weakly.
"Pig..." I whispered hoarsely and pushed my hard cock up into her tight dry
twat. As I fucked her going deeper and deeper into my beaten chicano slut I
watched Thad and Matt take little Carmen to the couch.  Thad lay back and
Matt raised the now catatonic little girl up on to his erect shaft.  Thad
gripped her hips and pulled her down on to his erection.  Carmen bent
forward and fell on top of Thad as Matt now put his prick to the little
girl's asshole.  With a grunt he forced his prick up into the raped and
mutilated child.  While I fucked the mother on the floor, Thad and Matt
double fucked the daughter on the couch. We took our fill of the two spic
whores, fucked them both long and hard.
   I came inside Rosa then took a breather, drank a beer in the kitchen and
came back and fucked her again.  Thad fucked Rosa up the ass and Matt had
little Carmen's mouth on his cock.  I lifted Rosa's face up to my dick and
made her suck me off in her bloody mouth while Thad emptied his load in her
asshole. Matt made Carmen drink his cum holding her firmly by her ears
while he emptied his balls in her throat.
   Thad and Matt fucked mother and daughter on the couch hoisting them on
top of their huge cocks while I went upstairs and brought down the duffel
bag and all the tools.  With the fiberglass rod I whipped both females
across their backs and shoulders and asscheeks as they rode hard cock,
Rosa's arms hanging brokenly, Carmen's arms still bound behind her.  I
whipped them hard and mercilessly and Thad and Matt groaned and grunted in
deep sadistic pleasure as the women babbled and sobbed and bounced on them.
   Later, we hung Carmen upside down from the chandelier in the living room
and pissed on her face, laughing. We circled her kneeling mother and
flogged her with the dogwhips. We fucked both of them on the floor in the
living room, fucked them and rode them to their limit.  When they passed
out we revived them.  We fucked them and beat them again and again.
Sometime after the TV station had gone off the air and there were only
infomercials on the screen and senseless chatter from the stereo speakers
Matt said: "I'm gonna set up the cameras outside." Thad went out into the
patio to start the barbecue grill as I dragged first Carmen then her mother
into the kitchen. I tied them together back to back by their necks and
looped rope around their shoulders and waist to keep them together and in a
sitting position.  In the laundry room I found some bleach and in a kitchen
cabinet a white plastic funnel. I dragged a chair across the tiled floor to
the two females and sat over them.  They were well beyond resistance so it
was easy to shove the funnel past their busted bleeding lips. The mother
first. Chicano Indian-woman Bitchslut.
   I pushed the funnel into her mouth and poured the bleach into it.  She
gagged.  Beaten swollen eyes open wide staring blindly as the fluid burned
her mouth, her larynx and all the way down her esophagus.  She choked and
gagged some more but I just kept pouring into her beaten face until finally
she puked blood and bleach all over herself. Then my little fuck-angel,
Carmen. She took almost a quart of bleach before reacting, puking and
gagging violently then passing out so that I had to revive her by tossing a
glassful of cold water on her face.
   Finally both females are silenced.  Their bleach-burned voice boxes will
make no sound.
   I stand over them and piss on them aiming the drizzling urine into their
lovely long black silky manes. When I drag them out by their roped heads
into the back yard the barbecue is already lit and smoking and the cameras
are set up. Thad has placed the X-brand in the hot coals as well as three
sharp meatforks that he has found near the grill. Matt has a garden hose.
We cut the ropes off the bitches and hose them clean. I notice that the
flow of water from the hose is quite forceful.
   I give Matt my idea and he agrees with a smile shutting off the water. I
push the hose nozzle up little Carmen's ravaged asshole then raise her over
her mother. Thad is jerking off, X-brand in hand. He lifts the sizzling
metal up into the child's chest. Carmen's mouth opens wide in a silent
scream directed at the distant moon. Matt turns the water on. The little
girl's body jerks and contracts and spasms.  The hose is lodged firmly
inside her and will not give. Her belly expands hugely as the fluid fills
her. Matt shuts off the water. Thad yanks the hose out of Carmen. Shit,
blood and water jet down on Rosa. Thad pushes the brand into Rosa's belly.
Silently the whore twists and screams. He pushes the brand into her tits
and finally into her face. Thad sits on the edge of the pool, his legs in
the water, Matt and I lower Rosa on to his cock, her back to him, she on
her knees, legs wide open so she can watch the pool as she is fucked. I
dive into the pool.  The water is deliciously cool and softly lit by lamps
under the surface recessed into the side-walls.  I swim around once then
come up for air. Matt ties Carmen's legs together at the ankles and knees
and he ties her wrists to her hips, rope tight around her delicious little
thighs.  He carries the girl to the edge and hands her down to me.
   I see him go to one of the cameras to aim it down at us. The girl is
almos weightless in my hands.  I stand in the water up to my shoulders and
looking right into her pretty face I let her slide down until her head
sinks under the surface, her hair blossoming outward. She tries to kick
back up but I hold her effortlessly. "Beautiful," Matt says from behind the
camera. As she is fucked watching her daughter drown Rosa screams silently,
a broken silenced chicano woman-doll riding big white cock, punished,
degraded, beaten, humiliated beyond all reason.
   I leave Carmen under the water for a while then yank her up.  She gasps
for air, face covered with wet hair-strands, eyes wide.  I smile, wipe her
hair from her face and kiss her burned mouth holding her to me, tasting
blood and bleach and chlorine from the poolwater. Then I let her sink again
looking down at her through the greenish blur of the illuminated water as
she looks up at me drowning.
   I leave her down there longer this time, almost until it is too late
then I haul her up. She coughs and gags and gasps weakly. "Give me one of
those forks," I tell Matt. "Yeahh," he grunts running over to the grill and
bringing the hot implement. "I'm gonna kill your daughter, pig," I tell
Rosa looking up at her as she takes Thad's pounding prick.  My words have
an exquisite effect on the punished woman and I relish the moment as Matt
now hands me the fork. The metal twin-tips of the fork glow redly.
   I take little Carmen by her head gripping her firmly, forcing her to
stare at her mother and raising her half out of the water I put the fork
just under her chin and thrust it upward into her throat.  Easily the hot
hissing metal pierces the soft brown skin of the child and I feel her
shudder as I drive the fork inward.  The long metal tines slide upward
under the jawbone piercing straight through the child's tongue and into the
roof of her mouth.  I hold her there, pierced, bleeding, suffering, her
little feet kicking in the water, legs and arms firmly bound, all movement
impossible, helpless sacrifice offered to the night sky, blood jetting from
her mouth and her throat raining down on me as Thad fills the mother whore
to the brim with hard vengeful cock. Slowly I let the child down and down
into the cool water again letting her sink below the surface.  A crimson
cloud billows below Carmen's lovely drowning face and through her
blossoming hair. Now when I pull her out of the water her eyes are glassy
and she gasps only weakly.
   I pull the fork out and hugging her against me I stab the metal tines
into her back, her wet hair draped over my shoulder, her fading breath on
my wet skin.  I stab into her shoulderblades, short quick shallow stabs
then deeper stabs into her spine which makes a crunching brittle sound as
she arches and groans feebly. I pull her to the opposite side of the pool
and hoist her up on the edge. "Kill her, Ward!" Matt calls hoarsely from
behind the camera.  "Kill the little scumbag!" She lies bent backward at
the edge of the pool, legs in the water, her torso and head on the concrete
walkway. Taking the fork in both hands I slam it down right into her belly,
deep into her guts and then cruelly I tear it downward all the way to her
pussy, disemboweling the little bitch.  Bloody entrails spill from the gash
and tumble into the pool to float then sink leaving flesh and blood and
shit to drift outward from the dying girl. I reach up to touch her neck. 
There is still a slight pulse. I dislodge the fork and raise it high. With
all my strength I spear it up into her chest between her ribs then push it
deeper and deeper until I feel the heart burst and blood explodes from the
wound in a hot spray right into my face. I hear gasping and thudding fleshy
noises behind me and turn to see Matt and Thad viciously stabbing Rosa with
the forks.  She tries to crawl away and they follow jeering and jabbing
into her.  She crawls into the grass and they follow her stabbing and
stabbing. Emerging from the pool, eager for slaughter I join them picking
up a heavy steel pipe that leans against the fence. While they stab the
broken bitch I club her with the pipe.  I club her ankles snapping the
bones then club the feet to break and crush the heels.  I club her legs,
her strong chunky legs, smashing her shins and her knees. We haul the
broken whore out to the concrete walkway. I go in the house for the gun.
When I return they stand over her jerking off.
   "Shoot her up the ass," Matt says softly.  "Then put that pipe up her
cunt."
   He's in charge so I take my orders going down on one knee. Thad and Matt
each take a broken leg and they pull the bitch apart while I stick the long
barrel of the Magnum in her butthole and push it in to the hilt. "Fuck the
bullet, pig!" I shout pulling the trigger.
   Inside her womb the gun makes a wet popping sound. She grunts and spasms
and her belly explodes, ripping open and spilling her blasted viscera all
over the concrete walkway.  Then, without a moment of hesitation I yank the
gun out of her and slam the steel pipe up her ravaged snatch.  I push the
pipe up into her, up and up and up, busting through her cervix, up, up into
her blown-apart uterus, into her guts as she gurgles and grunts dying, Thad
and Matt pulling and pulling until with a loud reverberant snap her
hip-joints give.  I jam the pipe through her, all the way through her, and
it rips out of her chest just below her throat then we stand over her and
while she lays there squirming like a severed worm, legs and arms all
twisted and impossibly bent, the pipe gouging her, impaling her, her
intestines lying all around her in dark pink and red stripes, we shoot off
all over her and with a triumphant shout Matt hilts his fork in her
forehead. Still hungry for more destruction we get knives from the kitchen.
We cut up and mutilate both female bodies.  We fuck the little dead girl
and cook the mother's tits on the hot barbecue grill.  There are no more
words between us. We have become grunting savages feasting as the warm
summer night spins itself out.  We cut them both to shreds.
   I roast Carmen's juicy little thighs and we devour them right down to
the bone.  We cut mother and daughter to pieces and toss them into the pool
until the grisly carnage turns the water a warm crimson in the fading
moonlight.  Then we wash off with the hose. We shower in the downstairs
bathroom and dress then picking up our tools and cameras we pack up and
head out to the van. We drive off just before sunrise.
   Sometime later that day a dog with bloody paws will dump a little girl's
hand on a neighbor's porch.  There will be hysterical screams and the
police will be called. By then we will be long gone.
   WOODBURN