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 automatically invoke its appearance in our midst.
Fantasy Girls
PROLOGUE
Article from the Corpus Christi Ledger June 5, 2001
Two Children, Mother, Disappear
UPI, Corpus Christi, TX
Linda Werden, resident of Corpus Christi disappeared with her two
daughters, Margaret and Gwendolyn, several days ago in a mysterious boating
incident off the coast of Texas.
The girls, 5 and 15 respectively, and their mother were last seen at the Regis
Marina in Corpus when they set out on the family boat purportedly for a morning
cruise on May 22nd.
The Coast Guard located their vessel, Sundancer, some twenty miles offshore
two days later apparently abandoned. There had been no calls for assistance or
SOS messages and there was no sign of a struggle or any kind of foul play on the
boat.
The vessel ,a 28 foot powerboat, white with tan trim, was found floating idle
in the water. The electronic equipment and radio transmitter had been disabled.
Police questioned Mr. Werden, Linda Werden's estranged husband who was
apparently grieved by the tragic news of his ex wife and daughters' disappearance.
They also interviewed two local fishermen who reported seeing the Werden
boat earlier that day as it headed out into Gulf waters. The fishermen remembered
seeing two girls on board, a small blonde, an older dark-haired girl and an older
woman, presumably Mrs.Werden at the wheel.
Descriptions matched the missing persons.
"We really have no clue as to what could have happened to them,"
Chief B. Altwood told reporters at a press conference yesterday.
Since the boat disappeared on a Saturday no one was alerted to the
missing family until Monday when Mrs. Werden didn't show up for work
and the girls were not seen at school. By that time the Coast Guard
had already found the abandoned vessel though they didn't find
any clothing, personal effects or owner identification aboard.
Computer records showed Mr. Ralph Werden as owner of the boat but Mr.
Werden told police he'd left the cruiser to his wife when they separated last year.
"There's been some recent reports of piracy in the area," Coast Guard
Captain Louis Martinez told the Ledger. "But as of yet they've been
unsubstantiated. There's also been reports of illegal drug trafficking on the
waterways."
"Its possible that the Werdens might have inadvertently
seen something someone didn't want them to see. They might have sailed into
the wrong place at the wrong time. Or there may have been some
freak storm. Maybe one of the girls fell in the water and the other two
jumped in to save her and they all drowned. We'll do our best to find out what
happened."
An intensive search began shortly after the boat was found. Helicopters
and navy vessels have been combing the area for any sign of the missing
family. But as the days turn into weeks hope that the girls and their mother
will be found alive has started to fade.
***
September 2003
Gwen has a sweet little mouth and a cutely arched nose and long brown hair
that cascades down her shoulders and the sexiest most seductive almond-shaped
eyes I've ever seen on a seventeen year old - dreamy, bedroom, break-me-with-
your-cock eyes.
Gwen is my little fuckpig.
She needs to be broken. Brutally.
Needs it and wants it.
And Gwen has a little sister - at least I've been told the little mongrel is her
sister. Oh yes, the most adorable little cuntlet, blonde and fair - very fair - her skin
alabaster white. Maggie. Seven years old, and the nicest little cocksucker a slutkiller
could ever hope for. Wendy's mouth is wide - real wide - where her sister's is
round - wide with thick sensual lips that are unusual for a child that small. She's got
an Angelina Jolie mouth - perfect fit for a man's cock. And a pink hairless pussy to
match.
Pink against white.
Strawberry and cream.
Gwen and Maggie are mine. Literally. Bought and paid for from a guy
in Texas, whose name I don't know and don't want to know except by
the handle he uses on the internet -
YosemiteSam35.
Don't ask me where YosemiteSam35 gets these children or how he does
what he does with them but when he's ready to ship them out they are just what
the doctor ordered. Naturally, he charges accordingly. If you're not in the
millionaire's club you can forget about sampling the goodies. And even if you are,
finalizing business with YosemiteSam35 takes nearly six months. The man's a
perfectionist. Down to the last detail.
The dude delivered the two delectable pussybabes I just described to you a
few hours ago and since then I've been in heaven. For a brutal sadist like me meat
like Gwen and Maggie is unique and special. The ride of a fucking lifetime. And I
mean to take it slow with the two candymuffs.
Yes, sir.
Nice and long and slow.
1.
Gwen and Maggie were delivered unconscious to my place outside Larsdale.
The geography there is perfect for a guy with my tastes - thick woods, almost
inaccesible dirt roads and the lake just yards away - Gardner Lake - ideal for final
disposal.
The girls were brought to me in the cargo hold of a Ryder rental truck,
tied up and gagged, rolled up in a dirty blue blanket. The driver, a tall athletic guy
in flannel shirt, jeans and cowboy boots, wore a black ski-mask the whole time and I
never knew if it was YosemiteSam35 himself or an employee.
"Rough road." 's all he ever said. He was talking about the access road that
snaked through the hills and ended up in my driveway.
I handed him the money in a briefcase and he rolled up the cargo door and
hauled the girls out in one shot, snagged up in the blanket together, to drop them on
the gravel at my feet.
I unwrapped and inspected them while the driver counted the cash. They
were nude and rope-bound, wrists behind them, ankles together. Gwen was about
five-two, Maggie just over four feet, sweetest little bald-pussy angel I'd seen in a
while.
When the truck rode off bumping and kicking up dust I carried the girls into
the house and into the basement one at a time.
No need to bust my ass and get a hernia. All that heavy lifting's fine for
YosemiteSam35's delivery guy (assuming he doesn't do his own delivering) but my
physique doesn't need to be put through that shit. Besides, I had all the time in the
world. A guy with my kind of stock portfolio doesn't need to worry about spending
time on work, mental or manual. No way.
Hey, I'm basically aboard for the pursuit of pure sadistic pleasure - screw
everything else.
I'm here to get what's mine.
And Gwen and Maggie were one hundred percent mine.
As I said earlier - bought and paid for.
I tossed my cupcake fuckbabes in the shower stall of the large bathroom and
turned on the cold water. The spray shot down on them from multiple spigots.
That brought em around.
When they were awake, still tied up, Gwen sitting up with her back against
the tiled wall and little Maggie laying across her thighs, both of them looking up
at me with confusion, hair plastered to their cheeks and hanging in gnarled wet
curls over their eyes I shut off the water and stood over them.
Unzipping my slacks I pulled my cock out and aimed it first at Gwen's
upturned face.
"Welcome home," I growled and let my bladder go.
Immediately she opened her mouth wide for me, a perfect human toilet.
"Me too, daddy, pleeease?" Maggie whined.
"Surething sweetiepie."
I trailed the stream of piss down over Gwen's small titties and chest and
belly down to her lap where Maggie waited open-mouthed and I pissed in the
blonde child's mouth smiling broadly.
I gotta tell ya, I love the sound of piss spattering on girl-skin and bubbling
in a sweet baby's throat.
"We love you daddy," gurgled Gwen, my piss dribbling from her lips while
her little sister gulped down the hot flood I was raining down on her, she trying
hard to swallow it all.
"Love ya too, cupcake."
I was definitely gonna get mine.
These babies were gonna take me just where I wanted to go.
***
It wasn't my first meeting with the girls.
We'd already gotten acquainted over the Internet on webcam.
That was the way YosemiteSam35 worked it, hooking up clients with their
merchandise over a live high-speed connection.
Gwen and Maggie were the third sister pair I'd looked at and though the
others were definitely fine these two were special - you might say they had my
name written all over them.
They called me daddy right from the beginning, something that they'd
probably been trained to do. I suppose I could have had them call me anything
at all - Master, Sir, God - it didn't matter to them. They would have
called me whatever I asked. But it gave me such a thrill to hear them call
me daddy. Everytime I heard their sweet little voices say that word I could
feel it right in my balls.
"Daddy's gonna make you bleed," I'd tell them. Both girls would
be masturbating in front of the webcam where I could watch them, Gwen's
hand in Maggie's little pussy and Maggie's hand in her sister's wet slit,
their eyes half-shut with pleasure.
I'd never seen little girls Maggie's age masturbating - not like this
little bitch. I was thoroughly impressed. YosemiteSam35 had done some amazing
work.
"Yess, daddy - that's what we're here for -" Gwen would moan.
"We belong to you, daddy," Maggie would add, her wide sensual mouth
parted like a red ripe waiting cunt.
"We're here for you to do whatever you want with us - whatever - you -
want -"
I couldn't wait to see if they would live up to that promise.
***
There was no need for ropes so I untied them. I knew they wouldn't run
away from me.
They were like little trained rabbits unwilling to leave the cage even
with the door wide open. All sense of self and safety, all sense of decency and
humanity had been erased from them.
They were fantasy girls - fuck-animals.
If YosemiteSam35 had delivered them tied up and unconscious it was
probably just for effect. He knew the little bitches he sold men like myself would
probably walk halfway across the country to their deaths if he told them to. But it
was nice to treat them like that, to toss them in the back of a truck and have them
delivered like goddamn furniture. It was a nice touch - unnecessary perhaps - but
esthetically pleasing to the masculine sadistic mindset.
On my end, though I knew the little bitches were trained and would never
try to escape I still took my own set of precautions.
For the duration of their stay they would remain in the large basement
area I'd built under the spacious ranch house. There was only one access door,
operated by an electronic lock controlled by a number pad. There were no
windows. The basement was temperature-regulated and sound-proof and there were
three large rooms. The main torture chamber, the large bedroom with the
oversized circular bed and the thirty-by-thirty bathroom, a kind of turkish
bath with shower spigots on all the terra-cotta tiled walls and tiled concrete benches.
All three rooms were lit by recessed spotlights in the ceiling and all were outfitted
for bondage and suspension. Chains and ropes dangled from metal hooks in the
high ceiling. There were wooden pillars with manacles and other restraining devices
attached to them. There were steel manacles on the walls and O-rings clamped to
the floor.
I'd used this place many times, with willing and unwilling victims - whores
picked up in bars and teenage runaways picked up on the road - young
stupid girls who wanted to experiment with the dark side. Sometimes I just had my
fun and let them go. Sometimes things went over the edge. Lately things had been
going over the edge frequently. Lots of my guests were ending up in Gardner lake
under the calm murky water and the reflection of the tall serene mountains two
miles away. Just three years earlier I'd snuffed my first baby here, the loveliest
four year old, with long chestnut-colored hair down to the middle of her back.
That one hadn't come from YosemiteSam35. I'd taken her right from her house
while her parents were asleep and I'd brought her here to disassemble her small
precious body bit by bit over a four day period. She cried and screamed and
babbled for me and died with my cock buried deep in her impossibly small and tight
shithole, my knife pounding into her back.
I've seen pictures of her on the internet.
Apparently her parents are still out there looking for her even though its been
over a year.
Some people cling to hope way beyond foolishness.
Right from the first moments of their arrival, as I enjoyed Gwen and Maggie
in the large bathroom making them kneel on the tiled floor before me while I
stripped naked, their doe-eyes looking up at me with perfect submission, I already
knew there would be two more bodies in the lake soon. Yep. Two, maybe three,
large dark plastic garbage bags tied off and looped to cinder blocks sinking down
forty feet into muddy gloom.
These two pups wouldn't end up on any missing child lists though.
I didn't think they had the kind of parents that would give a shit whether
they lived or died.
They'd end up gone - as if they'd never existed.
I knew that's where it would end up - what I didn't know, and was eager to
explore, was how sweetit would be it would be to work my way there.
2.
It began with the best session of face fucking imaginable.
As I said earlier, Gwen's mouth was small and round where Maggie's was
wide and sensual. I knew I was going to explore every possibility and sensation
both children could provide - I was going to take full advantage of what my money
had bought.
I had no idea what an amazing treat I was in for.
"Daddy needs his cock sucked," I told them, slow-stroking myself in front of
them after I untied them and stripped naked.
They knelt in front of me, just like I'd told them to.
"Mmmmm," Gwen moaned.
Maggie giggled.
"You," I pointed at Maggie. "Get under me and lick my balls."
"Yes, daddy."
I spread my legs as the seven year old blonde, still wet from the shower and
dripping piss, slid under me.
She began doing what I told her to do as I continued to masturbate.
Her tongue felt delightful and my genitals instantly swelled to the sensation.
I could look down and see her looking up at me from under my cock - just
her glittering mischievously smiling blue eyes like prize marbles, her lips grazing
the dimpled skin of my dangling balls.
"You," I pointed at Gwen. "Front and center."
She complied instantly crawling up right in front of me still on her knees.
Her hands rose up to take my cock and I took her head by her wet brown
hair.
"No," I said. "Don't fuckin' touch me. Put your hands behind you. Yes. Just
like a little slavegirl."
After she'd obediently clasped her hands behind her waist she leaned forward
with her small round red-lipsticked mouth wide for me and waited.
I let her wait while Maggie's tongue lapped at my eggsacs, small gurgly
moans in the child's throat.
I don't know how the fuck YosemiteSam35 taught children to do this kind of
shit and actually like it but whatever he did it worked like a charm. The six year old
angel kneeling under me might as well have been licking candy. The look on her
face was blissful. And her older sister waiting there wide-mouthed - just fuckin'
waiting - shit, I coulda made er wait on me all day if I wanted.
"Little bitch," I growled and pressed the head of my cock into the o'
of her lips.
I pushed slowly into Gwen's small mouth and though she winced and
gasped and blushed she didn't gag. While Maggie flicked her little tongue
on my balls I slid bit by bit deeper and deeper feeling the head of my prick
lodge inside Gwen's throathole and push into her sealing off
her air supply. I gripped her long brown tressles watching her
cheeks get dark red. I spat on her face and her eyes blinked but then re-opened
to look up at me worshipfully a fleck of phlegm clumped over her right eye
and smeared in the long eyelashes.
"Choke for me," I whispered, my voice hoarse with excitement.
She nodded, impaled herself a bit further on my cock, her head barely
moving in my tight grip.
I kept her like that, held er there, while her little sister's quivery tongue
danced against my genitals, watching her cheeks flush up with blood.
Still gripping Gwen's hair I slid out of her.
"Breathe," I told her.
She gasped for air and I rubbed my engorged meat on the seven year old's
face before pushing back into the teenager's mouth.
This time I cock-choked my girl kill-slave for a bit longer, her eyes almost
rolling back in her head as she tried to hang on to consciousness.
"Breathe."
I slid out -
- slid back in again.
"You -" To Maggie, whose eyes continued to stare up at me from below
my phallic shaft. "Lick my asshole."
"Mm-hmmm!" the child grunted enthusiastically.
I might as well had told her to lick on a goddamn ice cream cone.
I reached down and pinched Gwen's nostrils shut. By this time the
gob I'd spit on her had diffused and rolled down her cheek and neck to her
shoulder. I spat on the other side of her face. She blinked and re-opened her eyes
like before. My phlegm oozed into her eye.
"You're a stinking little shitbag, aren't you?"
Again that limited robotic little nod.
I gripped her hair real tight towered over her and pressed my cock to the hilt.
Her little mouth was stuffed to its absolute limit, her eyes tearing up.
I could see my cock bulging out her neck.
Maggie in the meantime was pushing her tongue eagerly against my anus,
sitting under me, propped up on her arms, going up into a crouch and pushing
her whole face up between my asscheeks. I let go of Gwen's nose and with that
hand I reached around behind me and grabbed Maggie's hair. For a few heavenly
moments I took pleasure from the two children watching Gwen closely, watching
her cheeks go dark, almost purple - at the last possible moment, just as I began to
feel the oncoming orgasmic tension, I pulled out and yanked little Maggie out in
front of me.
"Your turn, sweetiepie."
"Ohh yes, daddy."
I let the older girl go and grabbed the young one's silky mane, raising her
head right up to my erection.
Gwen hung her head gasping for air as Maggie now smiled up at me.
I slapped the child's face hard, holding her so that she wouldn't keel over.
Holding her there I slapped her again.
"Wipe that fuckin' grin off your face, you little bitch," I growled. "And keep
it off. I don't fuckin' like it."
"-Y-yess daddy."
"Now suck me," I said slipping my thumb into her mouth and
yanking her jaw down to push my shaft past her pretty lips.
"Gwwhmmrrfff -" she gasped.
"Suck me - c'mon - suck - ahh - yeahh - that's right. Keep your hands
down! Stupid little fuckwad. Just suck me. Mmmm. Suck. Suck. Yess... Look at
me. Yeahh. Just keep on looking at me, you little blonde skag cunt. I'm gonna give
you something to smile about."
Gwen was still hanging her head and gasping for air, drool dripping from
her mouth. I smacked the back of her skull.
"You - Get behind me and get your mouth in the crack of my ass. I want
you to suck my fuckin' asshole - you hear me? Suck it and lick it like there's no
tomorrow."
"Yes daddy," she blurted as she crawled up behind me. She put her
hands up on my buttcheeks and thrust her mouth against my shithole, just like
I ordered, moaning softly as she began to tongue me and lick me and
actually suck on the rim of my sphincter.
"Ahh - shitt - yeahh -" I grunted grinning wolfishly. "That's it. Show
daddy how much you love him. Mmmm. Fuckin' little pigs. Yeahh.
I'm gonna cut your little pussies out of you, you know that? Huh? You know
that? Cut em right out of you and eat em raw - uhhh - shitt - cut you
to fuckin' pieces, goddamn little cunts -"
My words instead of provoking fear only seemed to incite the little
whorelets and they both began to rub and squeeze their sexmounds urgently
while they worked me.
It was unbelievable.
The widemouthed six year old cupped her soft meaty lips around my
shaft and welcomed me into her throat, her blue eyes vacant, pupils dilated. I
continued to grip her lower jaw, my thumb pressing into the tender inner
flesh of her mouth. With my other hand, after releasing her flaxen hair, I took her
by her throat to strangle her while she fellated me, pressing my thumb into
the small v' at the base of her neck.
" - gghhh - ggmm -" she choke-moaned.
"Wassamatter? Havin' a little trouble? Where's that stupid little smile now
bitch?"
I squeezed hard watching her pretty eyes bulge and her pale skin flush, just
like Gwen's had done earlier. Under me, the seventeen year old shoved her
nose up my asshole and pressed her open mouth against the base of my
scrotum. She began to move up and down brownnosing me deliciously then
whipping her tongue out to stroke the crack between my balls.
"Kill her, daddy!" she whined as she dipped down each time. And as she
rose back up against me her words became muffled moans. "Kill her if you want to!
She's a nasty little shitt...Mmfff! Choke the life out of her! Mmggfff!"
"Ahhh yeahhh," I moaned. "That's it. Keep doin' that you fuckin' weasel.
Jeesus - that's in-fuckin'-credible - ohhh - Goddd - damn!"
"Kill her - mmfff - ahh - kill us both, daddieee - mmfff - c'mon - kill ussss -"
Little Maggie was just about to pass out when I released her, pulled my cock
out of her mouth, and stepped to one side, away from Gwen, jerking myself off
with hard pumping strokes. Both sisters knelt there waiting for me, rubbing their
pussies with both hands as I worked up the first load I'd dump on them.
Maggie's face was flushed and my dark pubic hairs clung to her cheeks.
"Open wide!" I shouted at them, stepping up to them.
"C'mon daddy!" Gwen groaned. "Give it to us! Pleeease?"
"Do it, daddy!" the seven year old pleaded. "Squirt your stuff out on us.
Shoot off daddy. Shoot it on my face. Shoot it all over."
"Ahhh goddd-dDAMMMNNN!"
Thick hot jissom jets spat out of my piss-slit.
Both girls took a good share of it as they leaned eagerly forward.
I aimed spurts into Maggie's mouth and then into Gwen's both of them
swallowing and gagging, both of them moaning and shuddering as their
bodies rocked with pleasure. They'd been conditioned for complete uninhibited
response, just as YosemiteSam35 had said.
I grabbed the six year old and shot a squirt up her nose and another one in
her eye. Maggie leaned over her little sister's face licking and I emptied myself on
both of them. Cum oozed down their necks and chests and on to their thighs as
they kissed each other and licked the cum off each other and scraped it up in their
fingers to press it against their hairless pussies. It was awesome to watch them -
specially the little one whose neck and face was marked from my savagery, my
fingers imprinted in her throat and her cum-splotched cheek bruised from my slap.
"Thank youuu, daddiee," Gwen moaned sliding down to lie at my feet.
"Thank you..."
Maggie crawled up to me on her knees and began licking the dripping cum
off my cock.
"Mmmm - she moaned. Her little hands rose up to her chest and she
was squeezing and pinching her nipples. "Taste - g-good - daddy - taste -
sooo - goood -"
I grabbed her by her long blonde hair and her arms rose up to shield
her face instinctively.
"Put em down," I growled.
"Are you going to hit me, daddy?" she blurted, my cum dripping off her
chin.
I stared hatefully down at her.
"Yes."
I drew back and punched her right in her face.
She gave out a winded cry and spun around crashing back against the wall,
sliding down to the concrete floor.
For a minute she lay there, sprawled on the floor then she began to whimper
softly, blood oozing from her battered lips. I liked the way she'd ended up, legs
apart, on her belly, her sweet pink babypussy still moist, gleaming, openly and
obscenely displayed.
I was ready to continue, already hard again.
"There's gonna be plenty more where that came from, you little shit," I told
her.
Gwen looked on in a daze cupping her small breasts, rubbing herself absently.
" - plenty more."
"Yess daddy," Maggie sobbed mutedly.
3.
I wondered how good YosemiteSam35's training really was - how far would
I have to go before the girls' natural survival instincts would kick in - or would
they?
I walked over to the seven year old I'd just slugged, bent down and yanked
her by her hair up on her knees.
"Each time I hit you I want you to say: Thank you, daddy. Please hit me
again.' You got that, stupid?"
"Yes, daddy," she whimpered. Her lip was already slightly swollen.
"And you," I said looking back over my shoulder at Gwen. "I want you to
crawl under your sister. Each time I slap her face I want you to bite her little
cunt."
Gwen was already moving, almost before I finished my command.
"Spread your legs apart," I told the little one. "Let your sister get
between them."
The sixteen year old lay under her innocent-faced sibling, staring up
between the seven year old's plump thighs, only her eyes and nose visible. Gwen's
legs rose up on the tiled wall behind Maggie, crossed, one foot over the other, and
she held on to her sister's ankles, one in each hand.
When I had both of them where I wanted them I hauled back and smacked
Maggie across her face. She gave out a gasp and then a sharp squeal as
Gwen's teeth sunk into her nubile sexmound.
I could see the fierce look in Gwen's eyes as she bit into her sister then
released.
"Th-thank you - daddy," Maggie mewled. "Please hit me again."
"Surething fuckface."
I backhanded the seven year old pup, gripping her by her hair so that
she would not topple sideways and as I did Gwen bit into her howling sister's
juicy little muff.
The little one squealed delightfully and as she did I slapped her again.
Her squeal went shrill as Gwen chomped down on her little sister's
bald babyslit.
"ggh - than-thank you d-daddy - p - please -"
I didn't let the little fuck finish. I slapped her hard enough to turn her
head and stun her. Droplets of blood spattered the wall and Gwen's ankles
behind Maggie. As Gwen bit into her punished sibling's mons she growled
meanly. Maggie, nearly toppling over, tried to escape her sister's teeth
but Gwen now grabbed her by her hips and held her down while I held
her up by her hair. Between us we tortured the little angel unmercifully,
my fierce slaps followed by the carnivorous bites on the child's pussymeat.
She tried to say the words I'd ordered her to say between blows but
after a while she just sobbed and bled and screeched loudly.
Finally I lifted Maggie up by her neck off her sister's hungry mouth
drew back and punched her again, harder than before in the face. She went flying
backward sprawling across the wet floor, coming up against the toile seat with
a thump and laying there inert, unconscious, bleeding from her nose and mouth.
"She's out for the count," I told Gwen who looked on with glazed
inexpressiveness. She sat up leaning on one arm. "Get on your knees, pigface. Its
your fuckin' turn."
"Yes, daddy."
The slender brown-haired teen rose up on spread apart knees on the wet tiled
floor, shaved cunt thrust forward obscenely like she was posing for some gutterass
skin mag picture.
"Don't fall over," I growled.
"I'll try not to."
And she did try too, pretty bravely, as I began forehand and backhand
slaps across her obedient face. She clasped her hands behind her tightly and leaned
forward, offering me a pouting angelic expression, eyes half closed, arching her back
and pushing out her round babytits. I didn't go easy on her and the harsh smacks
of my slaps across her cheeks were as loud as a gunshots in the small room. The
twelfth blow finally took her down. She was already crying and whimpering, her
face flushed, lips bloody, eye bruised.
I thought maybe I was getting close now to breaking her, to putting a damper
in the masochistic fervor YosemiteSam35 had programmed in her. Maybe if I could
break both girls, snap them out of their robotic compliance, I would get some of my
money back. It was a challenge worth thinking about.
I leaned over the beaten teen, wrapped a soft leather strap around her neck
and jacked her back up on her knees, choking her, gripping her by her thick wet
brown hair, a clump of it in my fist as I drew her to my deliciously throbbing
erection.
"Suck," I sneered. "And do it nice."
She automatically wrapped her bloody lips around my meatshaft and
began to bob back and forth, choking, sobbing still, gasping for air as I
tightened the strap around her throat and pushed my cock into her gullet.
I drew her to me fiercely and she made ugly gagging sounds and looked up
at me, begging. I smiled down on her and watched her choke.
I jacked in and out of her mouth, pumped her furiously, making her little
tits wobble and her her hair fly all over her face.
She blushed darkly and her eyes bulged as she continued to stare up
at me. Her toes curled and one leg kicked repeatedly against the terra-cotta tiles.
Her hands came unclasped from behind her and her arms reached out
on either side.
But she did not fight me, instead she seemed to surrender to me all the more,
arms outflung, trembling, drooling around my cock, her eyes rolling back as I
throatpounded her.
It was amazing - as though she'd just gotten her second wind. It was evident
I had not yet reached her breaking point. I was, in fact nowhere near it.
"Very nice," I said thickly, still holding her to me, her throat clucking
against my cockmeat as the engorged crownhead of my prick lodged against
her windpipe.
A few feet away Maggie stirred, her moans echoing in the reverberant
space between the toilet and the wall as she turned her head from side to side then
rose up on her elbows to look back at what I was doing to her sister.
The seven year old's cute face was a bruised mess smeared with blood,
both eyes swollen almost shut. Her lower lip quivered and a puddle of
bloodstreaked urine formed under her belly. Her mons was swollen and ridged with
the crescent-shaped bitemarks Gwen had left on her sibling. The child breathed
unevenly through her mouth.
"C'mere, pig," I snarled at her and pointed at the floor beside me. "Right
over here."
I continued to chokefuck Gwen as Maggie dragged herself across the
floor toward us, her knees slithering across the tiles, bloody amber spilling down
her thighs as she crawled.
"See what I'm doing to your sister?" I asked the seven year old.
She nodded and stared through swollen eyes.
"She wanted me to kill you earlier. How do you feel about that?"
I cinched the strap tighter. Gwen's eyes rolled back. She was about to pass
out.
"She bit you hard, didn't she?"
Again, Maggie nodded sadly.
"She's bad," Maggie replied, her voice almost neutral. "W-we're both bad,
daddy."
"So you don't care if I choke her to death right now, do you?"
"I don't care. Do it if you want."
"She's your sister. Don't you love her?"
"I - I love you, daddy - only you -"
Absolutely unbelievable. Just like the older one, this child had been
programmed to serve perfectly. Even after the beating I'd put her through she
continued to worship me unswervingly.
The possibility of breaking these two little pigs was becoming extremely
hypothetical.
I slid out of Gwen's wet bruised lips and yanked hard on the strap until she
suddenly went limp, her mouth gasping, a spasm spending itself in her limbs, then I
let her fall to the floor at my feet.
"C'mere," I told the seven year old.
I took a hold of the little blonde head and tilted it upward.
"I'm gonna piss in your mouth again. Don't swallow it. I want you to hold it
in there and then spit it out on your sister's face. You got it, sweetiepie?"
"Yes, daddy."
I let out a slow trickle of urine in Maggie's pink oral cavity until her cheeks
were full and then I watched her bend over Gwen to spray it out on her cheeks.
The teen came to with a sputtering gasp, her legs kicking out.
"Welcome back," I said standing over her.
"Get yourselves cleaned up and come into the bedroom," I told the sisters.
"Daddy's ready to fuck."
4.
I strapped on the nine inch black rubber dildo studded with tiny steel barbs
on its bulbous crown.
I'd only used the weapon once before, used it hard and well on a young
gogo dancer who now lay anchored by a cement block at the bottom of Gardner
lake. I imagined her under the placid water, her rotting cunt a gaping red maw of
torn meat, slimy catfish slithering in and out of it, nesting in it, hollowing her
out inside, devouring her to the bone.
I was gonna use that same killer dildo on both children.
I made Maggie help me tie her sister Gwen spreadeagled on her belly on the
big circular bed in the shadowy room. This room had a completely different feel
than the bathroom. It was darker, subtler, more private, lushly carpeted,
windowless and dimly lit. Chains hung from the ceiling. There were leather cuffs
clip-hooked to ropelines attached to eyelets on the floor positioned there to facilitate
the bondage of a captive to the bare bloodstained mattress.
It was nice having one sister cooperate in the restraining of the other - the
younger against the older. It had a certain poetic justice.
Gwen was still fuzzy from being choked unconscious and she lay still as
Maggie and I strapped the cuffs on her wrists and ankles.
Her beautiful little ass provoked my interest. Smooth, full and round,
pert and firm, it was offered up like a pink side of ham.
As I moved around the bed tightening each rope strand, both girls stole
furtive sidelong glances at the massive dangerous appendage strapped to my cock.
I wondered if YosemiteSam35 had ever put them through anything this
intense. Even if he had I knew I was going to take the girls to the limit, to the
absolute end - and that, if nothing else, would be definitely outside the parameters of
their training.
Right now I was gonna ream the fucking blood out of them.
And they knew it.
When I finished I pointed to the dresser on the opposite side of the room.
"Go over there and get me something to beat your sister with," I told the
seven year old.
The bruised-face, swollen-eyed youngster obeyed promptly moving across the
carpeted room and standing tippy-toe to reach into the top drawer.
She came back to me with a multi-tongued leather flogger.
"Is that what you want me to use?" I asked her.
"Yes, sir."
"Should I go easy?"
"No. Hit her hard. Hit her real hard."
I smiled and took the weapon from her.
"You know what? I think I'll use it on you first."
Her mouth gaped slackly.
"That's right you little fuck - on you first. Face the wall and spread your legs
wide open. Right there. By the bed. I want your sister to see you get it. Stupid little
pig."
She turned, moved solemnly to the spot I indicated then sniffled and waited
obediently, her forehead tipped against the cool concrete.
I made her wait - made her wait until her I could see her visibly tremble.
"Whatsamatter?" I said. "No more smiles for daddy?"
"Its gonna hurt," she whimpered.
"You better fucking believe its gonna hurt. And you're gonna stand there
and take it. Right?"
"Y-yes, daddy...stand right here and t-take it - for you, daddy - for you..."
"Shut up and spread those legs wider. C'mon. Wider you fucking little shit."
Gwen lay on the bed watching, her eyes trailing back and forth between me
and her sister.
"What the fuck you looking at?" I snarled.
"Nothing, daddy," she blurted turning her head down against the mattress.
"No. That's fine. I want you to look. I want you to see Maggie get what
you're gonna get."
She raised her face obediently.
"Should I go easy on her?" I asked.
"Fuck no, daddy. She wanted you to hit me hard. I think you should rip her
little pussy all up. Beat it to a pulp."
I was thoroughly enjoying the way the two sisters betrayed each other with
every chance I gave them. Each girl wanted to appear to side with me, no matter
what the cost was to her sibling. I wanted to play that out so I said:
"You better watch what you ask for, missy - cuz whatever I give her I'll give
you double."
She glanced back at me, looked down at the dangling whip tongues and
the barbed dildo then brazenly right into my eyes.
"I don't care, daddy. Tear us both to shreds if that's what you want. That's
why we're here."
"You hear that, Maggie?"
The seven year old nodded without taking her eyes from the wall in front of
her, then said softly.
"She's right. Hurt me if you want, daddy. Hurt us both bad if you want to."
This pair of sleazepups were taking me into vicious territory.
"You little bitch. Don't you move away or fall down, you hear me?" I
growled.
"Y-yess..."
Gwen looked on attentively.
"You're both a pair of little whores and you're both gonna take what's
coming to you."
I stepped up behind Maggie, the barbed dildo booming out as I swung the
multi-tongued whip up from the floor right up between her lanky legs, up into the
naked bite-marked meat at the base of her sweet little ass. She gave out a little cry
and went up high on her toes, her hands moving up and apart on the wall.
I smacked the clumped leather tongues against the child's bare pussymeat
making the whip snap loudly.
Her head thumped against the wall as she sobbed and her knees flexed
but she stood her ground and I swung harder, two rapid consecutive strokes,
then four slower-paced making the child contort erotically.
"Keep those legs wide for me!"
"Owww! Yess daddieee!"
I cuntwhipped the little angel leaning down to watch the whiptongues slash
away at her little pink cooze-lips, leaving hot dark welts over the half-moon tooth-
marks Gwen had already put there, then reaching out to grip her shoulder as I
struck at her.
"Fucking - little - whore -"
I snarled punctuating each nasty with a vindictive whipstroke on the little
blonde's bitten sexslit. She squealed and howled, her face twisted up in pain, her
tiny hands curled into fists.
"Dirty - stupid - filthy - little - cock-sucker -"
"Where's that smile now!?"
WHHPPP!
"Huh?"
SLLASHH!
"Where the fuck is it!?"
WWHPPPP!
"Gonna tear that little pussy up!"
SWIFFFF!
The little Angelina Jolie mouth was downturned and drooly, lips swollen, chin
quivering as the little angel cried, pushed her forehead forcefully against the wall and
tried to keep her legs open and her cute feet on the carpet.
"Harderr!" Maggie grunted fiercely. "Harderr, daddiee! Fuck her all up
with it!"
I growled and bit my lip and struck savagely, gripped the scruff of Maggie's
neck as she started to lose her balance.
"Don't you fucking fall!" I told her.
She was babbling and crying and screeching with each cut of the lash.
"You stay up on your fucking feet for me!"
If there was a limit to what these children could take I thought I must be
coming near it.
Tiny flecks of blood dripped down the insides of Maggie's thighs. Her mons
was swollen darkly, almost purple, and streaked with ribbons of bright fierce red.
I stopped the attack, still holding her hard against the wall.
Her arms slid down weakly to her sides.
With some difficulty she turned her head and looked back up at me, eyes
bloodshot and tearfilled.
"I - I can take more, sir - G-give it to me if you want..."
And incredibly, that smile I so loathed lit up her heat-flushed tear-smeared
face.
"You nasty little gutterslime..."
In an odd way it was as though she was defying me.
I pulled her back from the wall then slammed her back up against it face first.
I did that several times until her lips bled and she was no longer smiling then I began
cuntwhipping her again, this time rapidly and furiously.
"I'm gonna break you, goddamn it!"
"Ohh Godd, daddy," Gwen shouted. "YESS! RIP HER CUNT OUT!"
Finally Maggie's knees gave out.
I yanked her back up by her hair and flogged her asscheeks and the backs of
her thighs, yelled at her to open her legs again and gave her several more on her
beaten little sexmeat, turned her to face me and punched her in the stomach, let her
fall, pulled her back up on her feet, punched her in the stomach again, held her
up against the wall and punched her bloody pussy several times before dragging her
to the side of the bed and tossing her across Gwen's bound body.
"Bite your sister's back, you little piece of shit," I told her. "Bite her back all
over."
It took her a moment. Still sobbing from her own punishment the beaten
child bent over her older sibling and began obediently to sink her teeth into Gwen's
shoulderblades, into her lower back and into the tops of her rosy asscheeks - slowly
at first, tenously, then faster, more confidently making weird growly noises.
"That's right," I told her. "Remember how she bit your pussy before...Get
her back...Bite hard. Real hard."
Gwen began making little screechy sounds and jerking against the ropes on
the bed unable to escape her younger sister's sharp little teeth.
Maggie's beaten sexslit bled on Gwen's legs and on to the mattress as the
seven year old crawled over the teenager, gripped and hugged on her. Maggie bit
down and shook her blonde head like an angry dog. Gwen raised her head up
off the bed and screamed.
I looked on stroking myself right-handedly, the whip dangling from my left.
This was a once-in-a-lifetime thing, worth every cent I'd paid
YosemiteSam35.
I moved closer to the bed and began to whip both girls as Maggie continued
to place small sharp bitewounds all over Gwen's back. Guiding Maggie to Gwen's
upper shoulders and arms I began to flog the teenager's lovely pink rump, swatting
harshly, turning the pink ham hue dark brown-red, occasionally slashing at Maggie's
flanks and legs.
I moved around the bed slowly whipping the girls from different angles. I
made Maggie bite Gwen's thighs and I whipped the seven year old's back. I made
Maggie sink her teeth into the sides of Gwen's feet and whipped both girl's asses
striping them unmercifully -
Then I began to earnestly concentrate my attack just on the teenager.
Standing at the foot of the bed I began to whip Gwen's feet and calves
giving Maggie short instructions.
"Pull her head back - bite the back of her neck. Bite her shoulder.
Her arm. Her hand. Hard. Bite her fingers."
As the seven year old followed my commands I struck Gwen's feet and
moved up her kicking legs.
"Get on her and pull her ass open for me. Wide open. That's it. Keep it like
that. Pull her pussy lips open with your fingers. Good girl. Hold her like that
for me."
With precisely aimed strokes I began to flog Gwen's juicy cuntmeat, just
as I'd whipped her sister's.
"Bend down and bite her ass."
Gwen shrieked and howled as Maggie and I punished her.
"You like biting her?" I asked the little one.
"Oh yesss!" she hissed looking up at me, her eyes wild, her beaten face
smeared with blood.
"Keep on," I told her. "Bite her harder! Just like she bit you..."
We took turns, Maggie and I - a stroke of the whip followed by the child
dipping down to bite Gwen's now flushed swollen twatmeat. It didn't take long
for blood to spill from the tortured teen's labia and to run down Maggie's chin
and neck.
"I want to whip your face," I told Maggie.
She rose, holding herself up on her arms for me.
"Tell me you love me."
"I love you, daddy."
WHPPPP. Right across her cute cheeks.
"Bite your sister's cunt."
Obedience. Followed by
WHPPP. Right into Gwen's blood-smeared cunt.
So it went for a few long deliciously interminable repetitive minutes.
The whip across Maggie's cute sobbing munchkin face. Maggie crying
fitfully bending down to bite Gwen's cunt. The whip slashing into Gwen's blonde-
curl- framed girlmeat. Maggie rising up. The whip across that suffering
bloodsmeared childface. Maggie sinking down to bite. Gwen screaming as I
cuntwhip her. Facewhip. Cuntbite. Cuntslash - Facewhip. Cuntbite. Cuntslash -
Facewhip. Cuntbite. Cuntslash...
...and finally tossing the whip aside I climbed on to the bed.
I put the tip of the barbed dildo up against Gwen's battered sexhole.
"Guide it in," I tell Maggie.
She takes it gingerly in her little hands, cradles it as I push forward.
"Aawwwgghhh - iiee - iiEEEEEEE!"
Gwen's scream is lovely and deafening.
I smile.
I take Maggie's bruised whip-marked face in my hands and draw it to me.
I kiss her bloodsmeared mouth, push my tongue into it as I grind the barbed
dildo into Gwen.
"You love me?" I ask the seven year old.
"Yes, daddy," she says breathless, drooling.
"Tell me."
"I love you, daddy."
"Kiss me."
She does and Gwen screams as I drive in deeper, almost half way in now.
"I'm going to kill you," I tell Maggie.
Her eyes are sad but unflinching.
"I know."
"Both of you."
"Yes."
"I hate both of you real bad."
"Yes, daddy. You should."
"Open your mouth. I want to spit in it."
She obeys and I do it.
"Sit on top of your sister's ass - yes, like that. I'm gonna take it out of her
and put it in you."
"Y-yes, sir."
Gwen's scream is demented as I withdraw, especially as the knobby head
pops out of her. Blood drenches the mattress. Its hot on my balls and on the
insides of my thighs as I raise the weapon to Maggie's beaten, bite-marked
babycunt.
"I really do hate both of you real bad," I snarl meanly. "Especially you, you
little fuckweasel."
"I know it, daddy. Its ok. Hate me. Break me. Hurt me. That's what I'm
made for. That's what Master has made us for. We're here for you."
I reach down and take her small cuntlips and pry them apart and she
opens her legs, her arched feet framing Gwen's ass, toes pushing into the
mattress.
She's so willing, so cooperative, so eager.
"Ready?"
"Yes, sir."
"Here it is."
I push the tip in and she leans her head back and bites her lips and makes
a low moaning muted sound.
"Put all of it in her!" Gwen groans feverishly. "All of it, daddy. And then
take it out and put it back in me."
I hold Maggie with one hand just below her arm, on her ribcage, and I
guide the monstrous dick feeling its barbs against my hands like cactus thorns,
already hot and slick with Gwen's blood, as I push forward slowly.
Maggie's lips, those pretty Angelina Jolie's lips gape open and that low moan
now spirals into a high-pitched schreech, her little body going stiff as I
push all the way up to her cervix and begin to thrust against it punishingly. I
fuck her like a grown woman even though she's just a little child - my little
fuck doll. Hot bloody piss squirts out of her and her hands rise up to hold my
arm, the same arm that holds her. She does not fight me or draw away,
only balances herself, steels herself for the atrocious fuck punishment. My
hand strays up from the now almost hilted dildo to her neck and I squeeze
strangling her slowly, watching her closely, waiting until she's almost ready
to pass out. Then I withdraw. She makes wheezing sounds, totters forward
against me, her blue-swollen eyes dazed as I pull all the way out of her with some
difficulty and then thrust back into Gwen pulling the child to me to smear my lips
on hers and bite her neck and face.
I fuck Gwen brutally, driving in and out and I see her trapped hands clutching
the mattress. Her back, striped with lashwelts and bitemarks, flexes and her
lungs fill out and she shouts and grunts half formed words and Maggie rides
her and bleeds on her and leans on me and leans her head back to let me
kiss her and bite her tongue. I slap the child's face, holding her in place,
sliding out of Gwen to feed Maggie's torn pussy, to feed it hard, unyielding,
black, steel-barbed dildo, to choke the life from my babyfuck and watch her big blue
pupils roll back and her nostrils flare, starved for air.
I alternate fucking both children, sliding out of one and plunging into the
other, for nearly an hour taking them to the edge of sanity and coherence, pounding
into them until they are beyond language, until they are both irreperably shattered,
eventually shoving the huge girlkilling weapon up their narrow shitchutes, gouging
out their tight puckered poopholes, making them shit blood and piss themselves,
smelling their insides, the pungent acidity of their suffering. And they continue to
give and to yield slavishly, just as YosemiteSam35 said they would - and as I now
truly believe they will until there is nothing left to give.
They are giving me deep sadistic pleasure.
If there is a breaking point I have not come to it.
I want to take them further, to go all the way with them, where I need to go.
But first I want to feel their ripped insides against my cock.
I step back and to unstrap and remove the blood-creamed dildo.
I make Maggie lie on her back, face up between Gwen's widespread thighs.
I slide into Gwen's sloppily shredded cuntsheath and order Maggie to lick
my balls and my asshole.
Its a sweet bloodfuck and its not long before I'm ready to cum.
I pull out of Gwen and climb off the bed lifting Maggie up in my arms
and making her guide my up-arched erection into her bleeding asshole.
The little one's anal sleeve is still fairly tight around my shaft and I bounce
her up and down until she's impaled on me and she sobs weakly and clings to me.
I got one hand on her head and one arm around her waist.
"Fuck me daddy,"she groans weakly. "Fuck me. Fuck me. Fuck me."
I push all the way up her to the hilt, slide around to push her against the wall
and put both my hands around her neck.
"Uhhhh! You goddammmm fucking little shittt!"
I squeeze her against the wall. Slam her against it hard. Fuckbang the little
blonde angelbitch.
"AHHH!" I shout. Its an earthshaking orgasm and my balls swell and
pulse.
"Hate you! Hate you so fucking badd! Uh - Cummm all the way up inside
your fuckinnn assss! UHHHHHH!"
I empty myself in her as I choke her unconscious.
When I'm done I let her go and she slides down the wall and falls with
a thump to the floor.
"Did you kill her?" Gwen asks, looking back over her shoulder.
"Not yet," I reply."Would you like me to?"
"Yes."
"Whatever she gets you'll get the same if not worse."
"Yes, sir. That's the way it should be."
I moved around the bed and pushed my pulsing cum-dripping cock into
her face.
"Show your love for me, pig. Drink me."
She cranes her face up, opens her round-lipped mouth and takes me.
"That's just been up your sister's bloody ass and in your filthy torn apart
cunt."
"Mmm -" she moans.
Her bloodshot eyes and bruised face express nothing.
She is a piece of meat, no longer human.
"I need to piss," I tell her.
She nods once.
Still in her mouth I let my bladder go.
She blinks once, still staring up at me with that blown out look. My urine
overfills her lips and spills down her chin and spatters the mattress. She chokes
and gags. I grip her head and keep her there. Piss spews out her nose.
I pull back and piss on her face and in her pretty brown eyes.
Those sweet worshipful eyes.
I put it back in until I'm finished then I make her suck me until I'm fully
erect again.
By then Maggie is staring up at us from the floor, her small hand slowly
and gently stroking the ripped apart meat of her hairless fuckslit.
***
I want to beat the shit out of them, now. Right now. I want to pound the
living shit out of both of them, especially the little tramp. I want to shove my fist
in her Angelina Jolie mouth. I want to beat them both to death, to bash their pretty
heads in, but instead I will take the long road.
I will draw this beautiful kill out and enjoy it.
After I untie Gwen from the bed, her wrists and ankles scraped raw from the
cuffs, after I force her down to the floor, I take both children into the torture room
making them crawl behind me.
The little bitches kneel and watch passively as I take three filthy plastic bowls
from a cabinet up on the wall and place them on the floor in the corner of the
chamber near them. I fill two blue ones with dogfood and one, a large white one,
with water. The dogfood (Alpo Prime Cuts) is a unique concotion I keep in a sealed
plastic container for just such occasions. My personal recipe.
"Chow time," I tell the girls. "Eat all of it, you little scumbags. I want to see
those bowls empty."
They obey silently, though gagging and nearly vomiting, unaware of the fact
that I have stirred a strong laxative and a powerful amphetamine into the thick pasty
meat chunks.
This deadly mix is what I feed my special slaves, the ones that survive long
enough to require sustenance. And a slave's sustenance should always have a little
extra something thrown in.
I stand silently over them stroking myself and smiling.
After I've made them eat every sour crumb and drink every drop of tepid
water, when I've made them lap the bowls thoroughly and made them thank me,
heads bowed, foreheads to the floor, I make them crawl to the two metal dog cages.
If a bitch eats dogfood then she needs to go in a dog cage. That's the way I
look at it. Seems perfectly fucking logical, doesn't it?
The cages have two steel dildo shafts welded on them, one on the door the
other inside, so that as I lock the children in they are forced to crouch and accept
the penetration of cold metal from behind up their blood-fucked assholes and from
the front, down their gagging throats. The cages also have eyelet hooks through
which I've run suspension lines so that as I touch a switch on the wall an electric
motor drives a pulley that hauls the cages up off the floor. Wire lines from the dildo
shafts are connected to a voltage generator that will automatically send intermittent
unpredictable bursts of electricity through the metal cocks and into the suffering
victims in the cages.
I watch for a few minutes as the girls begin to shudder and groan responding
to the irregular electrical torture and to the slow painful action of the laxative
in their bowels.
Trapped in the limiting confines of the small cages they cannot move or
shift their weight and the metal bars dig into the palms of their hands and their
knees. They begin to sweat and grunt and writhe unable to voice their torment,
steel gagged and choked by the torture dildos.
The cages swing pendulously from side to side as Gwen and Maggie
jerk around.
I turn, shut off the lights in the chamber and move to the door that exits
the cellar.
Behind me the girls moan and whine pitifully as I lock them in for the night
and go upstairs to the house.
They will labor with their suffering, float in the caged darkness for endless
hours.
Outside it is already dark and after getting a Coors from the fridge I step out
on the veranda behind the house to look off at the distant hills, and the glimmer of
the lake beyond the trees as the water reflects a ghostly moon.
Sitting naked on the deck chair I lean my head back and take a couple of
swigs. My cock is standing straight up, a hard white flagpole of pulsating meat.
Above me a clear night of stars soothes the killing fury in me, but does not quell it. I
stroke myself languidly remembering my long day with Gwen and Maggie. Wind
moves soothingly through the woods around the house and I'm quietly thinking of
what I will do with the girls when morning comes - or before if I find I can't sleep.
I'm quietly thinking about how I will finish them. I'm also fully relishing the fact
that they are down there below me in the throes of terrible unstoppable pain.
The memories of other kills move through my mind and I close my eyes,
swig on the Coors and stroke - stroke - stroke.
I hold back the urgent need to cum and allow myself to relax.
Eventually, I go up to the bedroom on the second floor.
Sleep comes quickly. This day with YosemiteSam35's girls has thoroughly
exhausted me.
I lie on the satin sheets. The bedroom curtains wave in the nightbreeze.
Violent murderous thoughts race and flicker through my mind until the blanket of
rest engulfs me.
5.
Its almost dawn when I wake with a persistent powerful boner and my
bladder full.
Climbing out of bed I move downstairs through the dark house to the cellar.
Gwen and Maggie will not make it to the end of this day.
That much I'm sure about.
I hear the girls as soon as I open the door, groaning, sobbing, pleading
unintelligbly.
I switch on the bright overhead floodlight lamps to see my impaled captives
dangling in their metal cages, dripping puke, urine and shit, their eyes ringed with
lack of sleep and wincing with the sudden glare.
What a lovely fucking sight.
I hit the switch that lowers them to the floor.
The stench of their faeces and vomit fills the room.
"Fucking pigs," I snarl.
Standing over them I empty my overfull bladder on both of them, on their
disheveled manes of hair, on their faces and on their bruised backs and shoulders.
The hard stream hisses out of me and spatters on their beaten bodies. When I'm
done pissing on them I watch them and study them I stroke myself for a few
moments.
They are a fucking mess, both of them. A fucking violated mess.
They are what I have made of them.
And as bad as they look right now I know they're gonna end up looking
worse by the time I'm done.
I take the hose looped by the wall and spray them down with freezing water.
They squeal and shiver and kick their legs against their cages.
When I finally let them out of their confinement they crawl to the wall and lie
there sobbing weakly.
Taking the weapon I will begin with, a three foot long wooden dowel, I order
them to come back to the center of the chamber and kneel on either side of me,
Gwen on the right, Maggie on the left.
I tell them exactly how I want them to kneel, indicate the exact spot where i
want them - legs wide, backs arched, their arms up and their hands clasped behind
their necks, beads of water dripping down their shivering bodies.
In this room and on this early summer morning my sadistic mastery asserts
itself fully, I am who I truly am like nowhere else. This is my indisputable kingdom.
Here, under the hot glare of the overhead floodlamps I have put many females in
the place where they most perfectly belong. I have shown them who they are and
they have given their all to me.
YosemiteSam35's fantasy children kneel tremblingly, dripping wet, beaten
and weakened and trembling and sleepless - hollowed out and used up - anticipating
the commencement of their terminal punishment.
I tap the quarter-inch thick wooden rod against the palm of my hand and
circle each victim. They face each other, look into each other's beaten faces
with dull lifeless vacancy.
"First one to fall or back off loses a foot," I tell them coming back to
my original position between them.
Gwen shuts her eyes.
Maggie makes a short small whiny sound.
"Understand?" I ask.
Gwen nods slowly, sweat-jewels beginning to appear on her quivering face.
"Yes, daddy," Maggie half whispers.
I hold the rod out in front of me in both hands and arch my back and
feel my power. Blood pulses hotly into my cock and pounds in my temples.
"I told you what I was going to do with both of you earlier."
My voice is calm and controlled. I don't look at them when I speak. I just
stare at the wooden rod in my hands.
"I wasn't lying to you or exaggerating. I'm going to kill both of you, cut
your pussies out of you and eat them."
I wait a moment and let my words float in the stillness of the chamber then
without warning I swing the dowel across Gwen's small titties. They are sweet
little teenie titties and they need to be beaten. She gasps and teeters on her knees.
I turn and whip the cane across Maggie's belly.
The child cries out and her lovely mouth grimaces, teeth clamped tightly.
I hit her again across the same spot.
And again.
"You're gonna die, little girl."
I swing around and swat Gwen's titties again, right across her nipples.
Her mouth yawns wide but no sound comes and the brown-haired teen looks
up at me, lost.
"You too, scumbag."
WHHAPPPPP! Right across both nipples again.
I trace and prod her nipples with the cane tip. Ugly red welts are coming up
on her smooth pink skin. I caress her beaten breasts with the back of my hand.
With vicious intent I whip the underside of her arms, first the right and then
the left and then I turn and swing the rod across Maggie's thighs.
The child howls and throws her head back.
Gripping Maggie by one upstretched arm to steady her I deliver six blows
across the front of her small body, each one progressively harder.
She contorts and swivels from side to side but remains anchored.
I circle around her and swing the thick dowel across her shoulderblades,
against her spine.
"Little piglets like you need to HURT!"
"Aowww! Yess daddieee! Aoowww! Yessss!"
WHPP! SSLISSH! WHPP!
"Stupid little whore - tell me what a stupid little whore you are. TELL ME!"
"I'm a stupid little whore, daddieee! Oww! AAOwwwhh! A stupid little wh-
whore!"
I give her a few sharp cuts across her asscheeks and thighs and I move
to the teenager.
"Kneel up nice and straight, cunt. Give me a nice target."
I begin with her baby boobs again and move down her belly to her mons to
her thighs placing a series of parallel stripes across her, making her scream and sob
and flinch.
I jab at her ravaged little cunt and I whip it repeatedly.
One of her hands jerks away from the back of her neck.
I whip the rod across the open palm.
She screeches.
"Put your hands out in front of you!" I shout at her. "Both of them."
She does and I snap the cane across wrists, forearms and palms making her
turn her hands palm up and then palm down. One cruel blow breaks the middle
finger of her left hand. She shouts and pulls her hands away, pressing them to her
chest, nearly careening off her knees.
"Put em back out there, bitch. I'm not done yet."
She obeys whimpering.
"Filthy fucking little whore..."
I slash angrily at her limbs breaking the pinky of he right hand, cracking
both wristbones but she manages to stay on her knees. I jab the tip of the
rod into her belly button and she bends forward with a grunt.
"How's that feel, pig? Huh? You like it? Do you like that?"
" - ughh - h-hurtz, daddy - uhgghh - hurtz -"
She's still holding her slashed beaten hands out in front of her. I lean down
to rub my cock on them, to press my piss-slit against her fractured fingers.
"Put your hands back up behind your neck, scumbag."
She does so.
I slash the rod once across both her titties as hard as I can and make her
scream.
I spit on her face and then turn to Maggie.
"Your turn, pig. Get those hands out there. Palms up. That's right. Who do
you belong to, sweetiepie?"
"Y-you, sir. You. We both belong to you."
"You sure do, fuckface. Take what's coming to you."
WHPP! WHPP! WHPP! WHPP!
The fast-paced slashing takes Maggie by surprise but she keeps her small
hands held high for me, sobbing and looking up at me as I punish her unmercifully,
swinging harder and harder.
"AAOWWWWW!" she shouts as I bust her left thumb.
She yanks her hands away then grudgingly but submissively puts them back.
By way of a reward for her submission I hit her harder, shattering one wrist.
Her beaten bloodshot eyes squint up at me as she bleats nasally and then suddenly
her legs slip out from under her and she totters to the floor.
I lean down, grab her blonde mane and jerk her head up off the concrete.
"Guess what happens now, sweetiepie..."
"No daddieee - pleeease - don't cut my footsie off - pleeease - noooo!"
By her hair, while she kicks and twists I pull her past the open cages to the
big wooden table near the middle of the chamber.
"You," I tell Gwen. "Stay put."
She kneels, hands behind her neck watching as I haul Maggie up on the
table.
I snarl at Maggie:
"Lie on your stomach. Arms up. Legs apart. Come on. Way apart."
"Pleease daddiee pleeease."
"Shut the fuck up."
I go to the cabinet and open the drawer.
The hand axe gleams as I pick it up.
"Ohhh daddieee," Maggie wails.
She lifts her head up off the table rising on her busted up hands.
"Stay down sweetiepie. Down. That's right. Lie there nice and still for me.
Don't fucking move, you hear me?"
"Please, daddy. I'll do anything you want me to. Anything, daddy. I'll
be good. Please cut Gwen's footsie. Cut her footsie off, daddy. Not mine. I'll
help you. I'll hold her down for you. I'll hold her down."
I grab Maggie's head and get in her face.
"Its your foot I want, bitch. Yours. Not hers. I want it. And you're going
to give it to me. I don't want to have to tie you down, Maggie. But I will if
I have to."
"Yes, daddy."
"Will you lie there and let me cut it off you? I would much rather do it like
that. It would please me a lot more."
She bites her lip and her swollen eyes tear up.
She nods slowly.
" - yes - yes, sir - if that's what you want -"
"Its what I want, sweetiepie."
Slowly I smear my mouth on hers, French kissing her little Angelina Jolie lips
and thrusting my tongue against hers. Drooling and moaning softly she lays
her blonde head down on the tabletop as I release her and step back.
Slowly I raise the ax and take aim.
Maggie's lanky leg and slender ankle are stretched out before me on the
dark stained wood. I see her little broken hands grip the edges of the
table.
"Cut er in half, daddy," Gwen growls. "Slice the little bitch up."
"You just keep your fucking mouth shut, missy. You'll get yours soon."
I stroke myself with my free hand and take a deep breath. Then as I exhale
I swing the axe down, a fast slicing blow that hacks clean through Maggie's
flesh and bone.
She shrieks dementedly, her body springing immediately, energized by
the cruel pain, twisting over on her side and then on her back as the severed
foot twitches, toes curling, blood spurting from the severed artery. Her leg
stump shoots blood in every direction as she rolls over, rolls back and
spins off the table. She ends up against Gwen's thighs. The teenager looks
down at her mutilated sibling impassively.
Taking a piece of rope I move toward the girls. Maggie's already slipping
into unconsciousness from traumatic shock as I lean down to tie the rope tight
around her leg just below the knee making a temporary tourniquet to keep her from
bleeding to death.
Gwen continues to stare down at her sister, beaten, swollen hands
still up behind her neck.
"I like the way her leg looks like that," she mutters. "Cut up like that."
"Yeah? Well why don't you fuck yourself with it, then. Go ahead.
Shove her leg up your dirty little twat."
She looks up at me.
"Do it," I tell her.
I watch her spread her thighs open and squat over Maggie who lies
on her belly groaning, nearly unconscious. Gwen takes her sister's mutilated
roped off leg and lifts it off the floor. Small spurts of thick plasmic blood bubble up
out of the hacked limb and pool around the whitish-gray circle of bone at the core
of sliced meat. Moaning, her head tilted back, eyes staring upward blankly, Gwen
slides down on to Maggie's footless leg gripping it with both hands, bearing down
on to it, spreading her legs wider impaling herself on it. Maggie whines weakly and
turns her head on the floor to look back at her sister.
I take the bloodied axe and hold it up to Gwen's sexy beaten face.
"Lick."
She obeys eagerly.
When the blade is clean I tell Gwen to lift up her arms for me and
I gently slice both of my teenage victim's wrists open with it.
"Keep them up for me," I order presenting my cock between her
upstretched wrists, letting her bleed on me.
"Ahh yeah, you little bitch - rub me - back and forth on both sides -
ohh yeahh -"
As she rides Maggie's mutilated leg Gwen strokes my prick between
her bleeding arms.
I take her sliced limbs by her broken hands and press them to her face.
"Drink yourself. Fill your mouth with blood so I can fuck it."
She cups each slicewound and draws from it without swallowing.
Then I push her hands away and step closer, straddling little Maggie between
my feet as I lean forward to feed Gwen my throbbing meat. The brown haired
teenager's lips open to receive me and her mouth, warm and full of blood and
spit, is like a velvet sheath for my dick. I put the axe on the table and take
her skull to ram myself down her throat while she fucks herself on her little sister's
leg stump.
Very soon I'm chokefucking Gwen, watching her face go pale as she
gasps for air, her wrists bleeding all over my legs and feet and on Maggie's back
and buttocks.
I step up on to the seven year old child, on to her bloodsmeared back,
standing on her as Gwen fills her throat with me. I bear down hard and hear
Maggie's ribcage crunch and I hear her gasp for air and wheeze.
If I keep on both girls will be dead shortly and I want more from them.
I don't want it to end yet.
I pull out of Gwen's mouth. I duct tape her slashed wrists to stop the
bleeding and lift her off Maggie's leg stump.
I sit both girls on the floor facing each other, legs apart.
They totter there uncertainly spilling blood.
Maggie's chest is caved in and darkly bruised and she has trouble breathing.
After I turn the switch on the gas grill the bluish flame pops to life.
I put on my workgloves and heat the metal shaft in the flames.
The shaft is rounded off and dildo-shaped on both ends. Barbed black steel
about three feet thick and three feet long.
By the time its ready for the girls they're almost fainting.
The amphetamines in the dogfood I made them eat have kept them from
fading out but now the effect is beginning to wear off.
I don't have much time left.
I go down on one knee, the heated up barbed shaft in hand and I order
the girls to force themselves on to it.
The smell of the hot steel fills the room.
My cooperative captives roll back on to their backs, legs open and I hold the
metal for them.
Screaming and whining they impale themselves, pushing on to the shaft from
opposite sides. Their ripped apart pussies hiss wetly against the hot invading
steel.
When they've lodged themselved on to the shaft I tie them by their legs,
Maggie's footless stump spurting on to Gwen's foot.
I tightly rope Gwen's left wrist to Maggie's right wrist.
I loop the end of a rope which dangles from a pulley around Maggie's neck
and hand the slack end of the rope to Gwen.
Then I offer Maggie a small sharp dagger with a point as thin and sharp as
an icepick.
"Kill each other," I tell them. "Kill each other for your daddy."
Its a perfect dance of death. Bound to each other and impaled on the hot
barbed spear the two girls begin to attack each other using up what's left of their
pathetic life energy.
Gwen pulls down on the rope that yanks Maggie's head upward and
strangles her and Gwen stabs out wildly at Maggie, trying to stop her, hacking
at the teen's beaten titties and at her face. Gwen tries spiritedly to avoid
the lunging stabs but the proximity to her sibling forbids escape and the
sharp dagger blade cuts and pierces her rodslashed tits and shoulders and now and
then her badly bruised cheeks. And in their efforts to get at each other for my
pleasure the girls impale themselves even further on the hot steel dildo, ramming
themselves on to it, fuckgouging themselves.
Maggie's dagger finds Gwen's pretty face again and again. One savage
stab pops an eye, another severs an ear lobe. Screaming wildly Gwen vomits
blood and puts her whole weight against the chokerope around her sister's throat.
"Y-yughhhhh!" Maggie grunts.
Her neck stretches unnaturally, her eyes roll back.
I feel the cum surging up in my balls.
"YAhhhhh!"Gwen shouts triumphantly.
Little Maggie twitches spastically.
"Die!" Gwen shrieks. "Die, you little bitch!"
Suddenly with one last surge of movement, Maggie lunges erratically at
Gwen and Gwen is tugged by her sister's frantic kicking movement into the path of
the plunging dagger which sinks into the teenager's throat to the hilt.
"GGghgghhh?" Gwen grunts, staring up at me as she's stabbed with her one
remaining eye, in momentary surprise.
Then her lips gape and spill thick dark blood.
I smile down on her and step up close to shoot thick hot spurts of cumjuice
right in her pretty round bleeding mouth and into her gouged out eyesocket.
Turning to my left I shoot off on Maggie whose face is now purple, her
tongue lolling out. As I do so I reach out to give the chokerope a hard tug.
Maggie's neck snaps loudly and she arches and quivers dying, my cum
spattering her darkly flushed cheeks and sightless eyes, dribbling off her
widegasping Angelina Jolie lips.
Still my sexual excitement persists unabated as I rub my cock on the
dying children's faces, my sweet dying babies.
I cut them free of each other and they slump against each other, still
impaled on the barbed metal shaft.
I cut Maggie from her noose and haul her off the shaft.
Then I tear the shaft out of Gwen and hang both children by one roped ankle
(Maggie by her good ankle and not the severed one) upside down from the ceiling.
Maggie's gone but Gwen still has a little left in her so that when I take
my combat knife to her little cunt she trembles and groans strangely and her
little arms flail a bit like a mortally wounded bird. The dagger Maggie stabbed her
with is lodged deep in her throat, gashed through her larynx and windpipe.
"Muhm -" she grunts distortedly. "Boat's comin' - ughh - muhmiee - help!
They got Maggie - gh - uh - nngg - no - pleeze - don't -"
She's clearly reliving some traumatic memory that is spinning itself out in her
fading mind. I watch her enjoying her suffering, jerking off to it.
Then, carefully I slice my delirious teen's little torn up twat out of her, just as
I promised I would. As I cut her her hips twitch and bump and her bound legs
ripple. Her beaten asscheeks contract and she sobs brokenly. Its like I'm terminally
fucking her with the combat knife. When I'm done I show her severed cuntmound
to her, holding it in front of her one good eye.
I go down on one knee in front of the inverted suspended child and
cupping her removed cuntmeat in one hand I take a bite of it so that she
can watch me eat.
"Mmmmm," I moan. The taste of the child's flesh is absolutely glorious.
I smear the messy meat on my cock and rub it on my balls.
Then I turn to the seven year old.
Blood is pouring from her hacked ankle.
Her little foot is still on the table.
I toss Gwen's torn cuntmeat aside and pick up Maggie's white foot. Its small
and amazingly light. I cut it open from the big toe to the heel and lick the wound,
push my tongue into the tender open limb.
I put it back on the table and turn to my seven year old victim.
Maggie's little tortured cunt is mine now.
My cock is booming by the time I finish the careful incision all around the
hairless blood-torn slit. I cut it free and raise it to my lips. The butchered child's
meat is warmer and tastier than her older sister's. I eat most of it, bits of blood and
flesh dribbling down my chin and neck.
Finally I cut both girls open, from their excised cuntmounds to their necks
and I gut them, slicing their organs out of them and tossing them on the table.
Gwen finally dies as I gash out her pumping heart, a death rattle in her
dagger-pierced throat.
When I'm done with that I let them down, lay the desecrated carcasses side
by side and hack their heads off with the axe.
On my knees I jerk off in front of the beheaded children. I have placed their
two little heads side by side - Gwen and Maggie - looking up in glass-eyed defeat at
their daddy one last time.
- Cum, daddy - I hear them say - Cum all over us. Then dump us
in the lake where no one will ever find us. We belong to you, daddy - all to you
now - cum - cum - cum - cum -
Ahhh shit yesss - I do cum. Hard. Empty my balls all over the little murdered
sluts. Finish real good. Real nice.
This is the way I love to cum - on the meat that I've slaughtered, on the lives
that I've taken.
This is who I am.
Sadist, butcher, killer.
And as long as I live this is who I'll always be.
EPILOGUE
So I emailed YosemiteSam35 and I let him know what a great fucking ride
his little fantasy bitches had provided, not in detail of course. There was no need for
him to know all the grisly details. I also told him I'd be doing business with him
again real soon.
We shot back a couple of emails back and forth about this and that.
I asked him how he got little kids to be that way and where did he
get them and all that kind of crap.
He said he wasn't about to tell me any of that because it was a trade secret
but that if I became a preferred client over time he might invite me to his place in
Arizona to check out his operation.
At first that sounded like a great idea but then I thought better of it.
I thought it might spoil it for me knowing how he does it.
Fantasy girls are, after all, fantasy.
And I didn't really need to know too much about what went into the
fantasy-making process. As long as the results of YosemiteSam35's work knelt
there for me and called me daddy and bled like pigs and died screaming for me how
they got there wasn't really important.
***
Corpus Christi, TX. UPI
Werden Woman Remains Found
The remains of a woman thought to be Corpus Christi resident Linda
Werden were found near Tucson last spring. Mrs. Werden and her two daughters
Gwendolyn and Margaret disappeared two years ago in a boating incident in
the Gulf off Corpus..
Mrs. Werden skeletal remains were found in a shallow grave in
a camping ground by a team of geology students on a surveying expedition. The
coroner's office in Tucson forwarded the remains, which were discovered in May of
2003 to forensics specialists at the FBI laboratory in Washington, DC and a
preliminary identification was made last week from dental records.
A spokesman for the FBI said the remains showed that Mrs. Werden
had apparently been tortured and that there was blunt injury trauma to the
skull.
Police have questioned Mrs. Werden's estranged husband in the past
but have no reason to suspect him in his wife's alleged disappearance.
The site where the remains were discovered was thoroughly searched
by authorities but nothing else was found.
"We are no closer to solving this than we were two years ago," said
Corpus Christi chief of police B. Altwood. "Unless someone steps forward
with information in this case we're not likely to be very succesful."
How Mrs. Werden's remains could have turned up in an area
hundreds of miles away from where she was last seen is a puzzle police
are not willing to speculate about.
And the most significant question for Corpus authorities is still:
where are Margaret and Gwendolyn Werden?
When the two girls and their mom first disappeared several churches
in Corpus held candlelight vigils. Now two years have passed and the
trail has gone cold.
"I can only hope they're still out there somewhere," Mr.Werden
said in a recent televised interview for the program America's Most Wanted.
"And if they are I know someone has seen them. Someone knows
where they are."
WOODBURN