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. 

				Feeding The Well

	A couple of hundred bucks and some blow. That's all it took
to get the three pretty blonde bimbos in the van and out to the hillside cabin.  
	The girls got a little nervous when Karl and I drove them offroad on to the
dirt path but I eased them up and told em it would be cool.  An hour tops.
	Another bit of porn for our internet site. That's all this was about.
	"What site is it?" one of them asked.
	She had sly blue eyes and a slinky lying smile.
	Quinn, she'd said her name was.
	"Hardcore pussy dot com."
	They giggled. 
	It was bullshit.  They'd done it before.
	They'd slimed around in dotcom porn circles for a while, all three of them. 
Even worked together.  Karl and I had seen them in a few videos.
	BT had turned them on to us.
	Not that he knew what we did with the girls he sent nor did he care.
	"Here we are," Karl said as he pulled the van into the driveway.
	"Kinda creepy," the younger of the threesome chimed in.  I figured her
to be underage, maybe sixteen - but I didn't care.  She was meat for the
meatgrinder.


	I guess you could call the cabin creepy.  It dated back to the 1930's with old
wood paneling and old stone fireplace and there was very little furniture, mostly
second hand crap - and the video equipment in the living room.
	The bimbos got out of their stupid K-Mart clothes after a couple of beers and
some cheap white wine Karl brought in a cooler and we were snapping pics and
rolling video. 
	Don't take much to get slimy lowclass porn bimbos like those three going.
	They got hot after a while. Brenda and Quinn bound up their long hair
with plastic clips.
	Sally was masturbating wideflung legs propped up on the old easy chair.
	We put some hip hop shit on the stereo.
	"You gonna fuck us?" lying-smile Quinn asked.
	The young one was kneeling in front of her licking and sucking on Quinn's
nipples.
	The one with the green swirly collar was licking Quinn's ass.
	Her pink tongue glistened in the harsh video lights.
	Quinn had a nice big round sweet ass.
	Swirly collar had the biggest tits of all three girls.
	"You're gonna fuck each other," I said from behind the digicam.
	"Cool."
	It was nice.
	The young one, Sally, she sat back on the couch and the older one, Quinn,
went down on her knees in front of her.
	Swirly green collar, Brenda, she started french-kissing Sally and stroking her
hair.
	Three sweet blonde bimbos making love.	
	Groovy.
	I was hard and I knew Karl was too.
	Especially because we knew where all this was heading.
	We really like watching young dirty blonde bimbos kiss and make out.
	We like the way women like them move when they're turned on and how
they act for the camera and we know that's what most regular guys like which is
why our site makes us money.
	We took off our shirts.
	Shot some more pics.
	"I just know you gonna fuck us," Quinn said looking up from Sally's swollen
red twat with that slinky lying smile of hers.
	Sally smiled sleepily and looked up into the camera lens, her mouth half open.
	I knew that pic would get guys hard when I shot it.
	Dirty little jailbait cunt.
	Quinn smiled too but with no innocence.
	She was like a slinky alley cat.
	I wanted to kill her right then but I held back.
	It was gonna be long and hard and nice.


	Quinn was right.
	We did fuck them and we fucked them mercilessly, cock-gouging the three
sluts in every hole, double fucking each of them while the others cheered us on 
and licked our assholes and balls. 
	Karl and I took our time. We laid each slut on the couch with their heads
upside down to ram-fuck their faces. We used them up
in every conceivable way.
	The sluts did start to bitch when the slapping and punching started.
	That was to be expected.
	Said something about wanting out and not doing any rough stuff and all the
stupid shit the bimbos say when things start to go south.
	But Karl and I are unstoppable once we start.
	They fought us a bit but we got em handcuffed and gagged and blindfolded
and down in the cellar where we kept the toys.


	I took Brenda on first.
	Hung er by her roped neck up on her tippy toes, ankle bound.
	While I beat her smooth plump thighs with a broom handle Karl fucked
Sally up the ass giving the kneeling bent-over teen all ten inches of brutal
manmeat and laying into her with a lead-tipped dogwhip.
	That little bitch sang right through her gag and my pig danced against
the flagstone wall and whined each time I popped those legs.  Got some
nice dark stripe-bruises going up right from her wide hips to her knees, maybe
fifty of them, before I started smacking her shins and feet with that stick making
her dance.
	Quinn just hung in a standing position, wrists behind her back, bent over,
arms pulled way up. She just hung there and listened to what we were doing to her
two friends.
	I know Karl and I just hated Quinn from the moment we saw her and it
was just pure instinct to save her for last and let her wait for it.
	I raised Brenda's beaten legs up by bound ankles, spread apart wide,
real wide, and got her off her feet where I could fuck her in mid air.  I love
to fuck a beaten pig like that.  I punched her a few times.  Ungagged her
and took her blindfold off. I wanted her to see and to beg and I wanted
to punch her pretty blonde bimbo face and I did and she cried and pleaded
and I hit her again and again.
	It was nice.
	I rammed the broomstick up her ass and fucked her some more.
	I squeezed her big fat tits, dug my fingers deep into them bruising and
mauling them.
	Meanwhile Karl hung little Sally by her ankles and he'd started seriously
whipping her with a single tail lash.
	I picked up the dogwhip he'd used on her earlier and joined him and we beat
the little girl til she bled from her sweet titties.
	Bet she was sorry she'd ever gotten into internet porn then.
	We ungagged her and choke-fucked her blindfolded face.
	It was cool to see our big cocks push into her throat.
	Specially Karl's monster dong.
	It made a clicking sound going in and I could see little Sally's neck bulge
and she was turning dark red.
	Karl jerked himself off with her head, choking her hard with both hands,
massaging the bulge of cockmeat in her stretched throat.
	I slapped her before mouthfucking her, stepped back, punched her face and
busted her nose, blackened both eyes and wrapped the dogwhip around her neck
to strangle her while I stuffed her.
	"Don't bite me you bitch or I'll cut your fuckin' head off, you hear me?"
	Karl turned his attention on Brenda ripping the broomhandle out of her ass
to replace it with his massive cockspear.
	He watched me beat on Sally while he fucked Brenda.
	"Beat er hard, Johnny," he said softly, gritting his teeth as he slid deep up
Brenda's bleeding shitchute. "Break the kid - bust her fuckin' ribs."
	"Yeah," I said smiling, stepping back to karate-kick the dangling teen,
slamming my heel into her bloody whipped chest. 
	"Fuckin' little shit."
	 It took two good ones to snap her left ribcage and send bone splinters into
her lungs.  She choked and spewed blood from her nose and mouth looked up at
me upside down and said something.
	I kicked her angelic face.
	I bound a short piece of rope around her neck and strangled her unconscious.
	Revived her and strangled her again.
	Did that three or four times.
	It was real nice.
	I knew baby Sally was gonna be the first to go.
	Quinn made weird noises that sounded like pleading.
	Karl laughed, slid out of Brenda's ass, his cock covered with shit and blood
and he began punching Brenda's cunt as hard as he could.
	Then he turned and took the strangle rope from me to torment Sally, rubbing
his dirty prick on the bruised sobbing face of the suffering teen occasionally tugging
hard and making her open her mouth wide and gurgle stupidly.


	I fired up the old electric stove at the other end of the cellar and laid out the
nails on the burners.
	"I want to break her head," Karl said.
	He was gently stroking Sally's soft upside down dangling hair.
	"Go for it."
	"Noooo!" Brenda screeched. She was pissing blood.
	Quinn's gagged screams provided a steady backbeat as Karl picked up the
steel bar.
	He took a step back.
	I licked my lips and watched as behind me the nails smouldered on the stove.
	SLAMM!
	Sounded like a fucking coconut, Sally's head.
	"Don't think you broke it, man," I chuckled. "Stupid hard-head teenager.
Give er another one."	
	Karl swung again.
	This time there was a wet sloshy pop.  The steel pipe sank into Sally's skull.
	Her eyes opened wide.
	Her body tensed, bound hands fisted.
	"That's more like it," I said.
	"Let's fuck er while she dies," Karl said.
	"Let's put some nails in both these pigs first," I said. "I want to smell
burning meat."
	"You know it."
	"And let's take the blindfold off Quinn. She needs to watch."
	"Yeah. She needs to get an idea of what's comin'."


	Karl and I, we like to make them watch us sometimes, like with Quinn.
	Its cool.  The terror in their eyes.  The clean clear-cut terror of realizing they
will die slowly, painfully and horribly just like their friends or daughters or sisters. 
Its even nicer when its family - the helplessness - the pure horror.  But when its
three working whores like Quinn, Sally and Brenda there's more - there's a true
feeling of justice in it.
	Its goddamn red white and true blue - its fucking biblical, man.  
	Whores deserve death. Brutal sexual death. The kind of death Karl and
I provide.
	They die for our pleasure and it just feels so goddamn right.
	After all they've been doing all kinds of filthy shit to please men why not die
for them too.
	We put fifteen hot nails in each of Brenda's big tits and about ten in Sally's.
	We put five more in their cuntmounds.
	Then we dropped Sally on her back and double-fucked her.
	She was already pretty far gone.
	Its nice to fuck a half dead bitch.  You can really just let go of all that pent up
anger and shit on her, you know?
	Karl took a knife and slashed her throat open to finish her.
	I almost came up her asshole.
	A young babe like that gurgling and choking in her own blood and looking
up at us -
	That's just sweeeet.
	She went stiff and Karl smiled down into her glassy eyes and I slid out of her.
	She slumped and never closed her swollen eyes in her battered face.
	We left Brenda up on the ropes and we hooked her up to a car battery. Fried
her big nailed bleeding tits and her sloppy bloody cunt.  Made her dance and scream
like a banshee.  Karl sliced off her big brown nipples and fed them to her.  He
stabbed her pussymound a couple of times, pierced right through her bladder.
	"Let me take er," I said picking up the meat cleaver.
	"Down and dirty, dude," Karl sneered. "Make the pig bleed. Make it last."	
	He walked over to Quinn and rubbed his cock on her cheeks.
	"Suck me," he told her and she did - lovingly, fearfully, obediently.
	I touched the side of the meat cleaver blade to the hot flesh of Brenda's inner
thigh.  She whined and jerked against the ropes.
	"I'm gonna take your life, scumbag," I said looking into her eyes.
	I drew the cleaver blade across the tortured nipple-less blonde whore's
upraised footsole and as she cried out I drew it across her other foot, slicing both
limbs open.
	I let her blood drip on my cock and stroked myself.
	"Ready?" I asked.
	"Noo - ohh - Godd! - Ohh nooo! Nooo! NOOO!"
	I swung the cleaver hard up into the back of her right thigh.  It sank in to the
bone.  I had to yank it out. 
	Brenda tossed back and howled and I could look right down her throat hole.
	Karl grabbed Quinn's head by the hair and pushed his cock down her gullet
to his balls.
	"Cut her to ribbons, Johnny," he barked.
	"Oh yeah, brother."
	SLLISSSH - I sent the cleaver hard into Brenda's other thigh.
	Her hot blood gushed out on my belly and thighs.
	I was urgently close to orgasm but I knew I could hold back.
	I ground my teeth together and swung the cleaver up into Brenda's stinking
blood-torn cunt burying the blade right into her slit.
	She arched and leapt up on the ropes and I tore the blade out of her, jerked
off slow watching her hurt, twisting and stretching up there, the cords making a 
grinding sound against the hooks in the old wooden beams.
	Teasingly I traced a thin cut with a corner of the cleaver from her neck
to her belly button, down between both bleeding tipgouged jugs.
	"Naa -"she gasped looking down at me hopelessly. "naagg - naaahh -"
	As I reached her belly button, a cute little inny with a little ring pierced
through it, I pushed the tip of the cleaver into her watching her face, watching
her eyes go wide.
	"Yes," I told her, smiling. "Uh-huh - that's right -"
	I pressed harder on the cleaver blade, watching the meat of her gutsac infold,
watching her shake her head, brows arched, sweat dripping into her eyeballs and
down off her swollen parted lips.
	A few feet away Karl patiently stuffed his meat down Quinn's
throat, a bit at a time, now and then pulling out and thrusting back in, gripping
her hair and occasionally slapping the bound bimbo while he watched me do
Brenda.
	As the cleaver slid past Brenda's peritoneal flesh she farted helplessly and
shit blood and crap on to my belly and cock...her warm turds slid down my thighs
hotly and I smiled and drew the cleaver slowly downward to her cuntmound.
	"Gonna open you up, whore," I told her. "Open you up all the way."
	She closed her eyes tightly, hung her head and bellowed wildly as I
forced the sharp blade deep into her lower intestines and downward, carving
a wide open slash right down her middle.
	Finally I reached her cuntslit and I drew the blade out and blood spurted
from the severed arteries and faeces and gutstrands spilled from the nasty
gaping wound.
	Brenda looked up weak, drained and panting for breath, her hair hanging in
wispy wet strands over her blue eyes, as I drove the small meathooks into what was
left of her titcaps and yanked her big fat nipple-less mammaries up on suspension
cables from the ceiling, up off her chest, stretched way out, jewel-like droplets of
blood at the juncture of whoremeat and fishhook.
	"Oh yessss," Karl said, slow-stroking himself as Quinn sucked and licked
his balls and sobbed for her dying friend.
	I picked up the cleaver again and stood off to one side of the suspended
gut-ripped slut.
	"I want those tits, pig," I told her and swung downward hard.
	The cleaver blade sailed right through her left breast, severing it clean off,
leaving it swinging on the meathook as Brenda screeched and wailed.
	I took one step toward her and swung again before she stopped screaming,
to slice the other boob off her.
	This second cut didn't go all the way through.
	It took another blow, a rather sloppy one, to hack her right tit off her.
	That boob ripped off the hook and spattered against the wall falling to the
floor in a scarlet mess.
	Now I moved slowly around Brenda and began to slash at her with the
sharp weapon, hacking into her back and sides and into her buttocks.
	Blood flew.
		By that time Karl had moved behind Quinn and he'd shoved his prick up
her asshole.
	He was pounding feverishly into her and urging me on to kill Brenda.
	"Pleease stopp!" Quinn was screaming, sobbing hysterically. "Pleeease!
God pleeeease stopp!"
	But there was no stopping then - or ever.
	One good slash and I hacked right through Brenda's spine and she shrieked
and stretched and farted guts and blood and threw her head back.
	I came around in front of her.
	"You're mine now, pig," I told her.
	I don't know if she heard me.
	I hacked off both her legs just below the knees and her thigh stumps kicked
in the air spraying blood.
	"Mine," I said again smiling.
	And with one savage well aimed downstroke I buried the cleaver in Brenda's
blonde head and put an end to everything that had ever buzzed there.  The blade
slammed in right through skullbone and into brainmatter splitting
her head in half, right between her rolled back eyeballs.
	"Ggwwwhagggghh -"she grunted, mouth wide and blood-drooly, chin
trembling.  Twin streams of blood poured from her nose and her head slid slowly
downward spilling more blood and brain mush. Then she looked up one last time at
me, raising her meat-cleaver-bearing head with some considerable effort.
	I had no idea what was in that last look - Did she want consolation?
Forgiveness? Compassion?  Her eyes stared silently up into mine enigmatically,
glistening wetly and all bloodshot.
	I stared back coldly, a smirk of complete satisfaction on my lips.
	Watching a woman die up close is exceedingly enjoyable.
	"Goddamnn," I heard Karl grunt. 
	I knew he was trying to hold back his orgasm too, slow-pumping Quinn's
gouged butthole as he watched Brenda's final takedown.
	I leaned forward, reached up and took Brenda's waiting face in one hand by
the chin and kissed her gaping mouth, tasting hot bloodrust as I thrust my tongue
deep.  She sighed and went limp and I knew she was dead but I went on kissing her
for a while, still slowly massaging my steelhard cock, rubbing the tip of it gently
against her hacked-up thighstumps, feeling hot throbbing ripples in my balls.
	When I took my hand away her head hung limply, defeatedly on her
massacred chest.
	"Two down," I told Karl. "One to go."



	We took Quinn back upstairs and fucked the shit out of her - literally.
	We pounded into her and beat her until she actually shit herself on the
floor of the cabin.
	She kept begging.
	"Let me go. Oh God. Please let me go. I won't tell. Oh sweet Jesus. I won't
tell ANYONE. Don't kill me. Just don't. Please don't. I'll do anything. Oh dear
sweet God please don't kill me."
	It just went on and on and we just laughed at her and fucked her and
punched her and slapped her.
	Maybe we gave her some hope because we'd brought her up out of the
cellar.
	We hoped so.
	We liked it when the victims regained some hope of life.
	We shot some great pics and video of Quinn getting gag-fucked again,
puking, crying, getting brutally DP'd.
	We'd have to edit some of the shit out later, stuff where she said that she
wouldn't talk about Brenda and Sally and to please not take her back to the cellar
and stuff like that which might give any clues about what we'd done.
	But the rest of that shit we used on the internet site.
	Its still on it.
	Men pay up to watch Quinn and the others get what's coming to them and
they don't know the girls have already moved on, departed this sphere, shed their
mortal coil.
	Sometimes I wonder about girls like Quinn and Brenda and Sally.
	You gotta wonder what's in some girls that turns them into scum sluts.
	One girl Karl and I took was only thirteen.
	She was a beautiful little redhead and also a heroin junkie.
	We shot her up with a lethal dose and then while she started to nod out we
cut her to pieces.
	That kill was awesome.
	We'd cut her arms and legs off and we were double fucking this dying piglet
on a blood soaked bed and she was actually orgasming - begging to die.
	We must've cum ten times in her.



	We never took Quinn back down to the cellar.
	We took her outside into the forest night instead.
	Out beside the cabin.
	We tied her between two pine trees out there, up off the ground, wrists pulled
high over her head, legs wide apart.  We made her ride a wedge-shaped wooden
horse between her legs.  Its a device we like to use now and then, Karl and I. We
like to use it on stinking sly-smiling bimbos like Quinn. The top of the wedge is a
metal strip of two inch spikes that runs the entire lenghth of the horse.
	When you put a girl on it and lay into her with heavy long bullwhips from
front and rear, as we did now with Quinn, she'll tear her cunt to shreds on the
horse as she jumps to the whipping.
	There are two floodlamps out there to light up the action.
	Moths flocked and hovered around the bright lamps and Quinn screamed
up at the trees and Karl and I beat her methodically, striping her with
dark savage welts as she bounced on the horse and kicked her bound feet.
	Her lying smile was gone for good now.
	Her pretty cunt bled on the spikes as she scraped herself fitfully on them.
	We whipped her to blood, whipped her hard, the bullwhips swishing and
cracking loudly in the cool night air.
	We whipped her the way a whore like Quinn deserves to be whipped.
	With all the anger and righteousness the male beast can summon.
	She looked down at us, bruised face, one eye dark purple, and she pleaded
endlessly and screamed her hurt into the shadows of the forest.
	After slightly more than an hour when she was almost passing out with pain
and her body was a hash of cuts, bruises and ugly welts that seared across even
her cheeks and the palms of her hands and the soles of her wiggling feet, Karl
stepped up to her.
	"You wanna live?" he asked her.
	"Ugh - yess - yess - pleeze -"
	"Will you drink piss?"
	"God yess -"
	"Will you eat shit?" I asked.
	"A-anything -"
	"Will you drink vomit?"
	"God - pleeeze - anything - just - no - more - don't h-hurt me no more -"
	We cut her down.
	She knelt in the dirt.
	We pissed on her.
	I pulled her by her hair to my pissing cock and made her take it in her throat.
	Piss spilled from her wheezing nostrils.
	Karl pissed on her whipped back.
	We made her lie on the ground and we shit in her mouth.
	Smeared our dirty assholes on her eyes and hair.
	Wiped ourselves clean on her.
	I pushed my asshole against her nose and farted.
	Karl stuck his finger in his throat and puked up in her face.
	She crawled up against the side of the cabin as I got the hose and sprayed her
down with a cold jet from the garden hose nozzle.
	Karl laughed.
	She leaned against the cabin shivering as I shut off the water.
	She struggled up on her feet took a couple of unsteady steps and suddenly
started running awkwardly up the dirt road out toward the highway crying out as
the gravel tore at her bare soles.
	"Hey!" Karl shouted. "Where the fuck you goin?"
	I went to the van and got the gun from the glove compartment.
	She was about forty feet from the cabin and I took aim as she stumbled
into a pool of light from the only lampost on the private road.
	The nine millimetere kicked back in my hand as I pumped two bullets into
Quinn's whipscored left calve watching her scream and twist and collapse squirming
on the road.
	We walked slowly up to where she lay bleeding on the ground.
	I pumped another round into her other leg.
	"She won't be goin nowhere now."
	"Pleeeze!" she whined.
	"Please nothing, pig," Karl growled reaching down and taking her by one
arm to drag her back toward the cabin.



	There was a wooden barrel leaning up against the side of the cabin.
	We hauled her up on to it, sat her on it, made her lean back and spread her
shot bloody legs wide.
	I shoved the gunbarrel way up her asshole.
	"Keep your legs wide open or I'll pull the trigger. Understand?"
	She nodded weakly.
	Her blonde hair plastered wet against her head and face seemed darker and 
gleamed under the strong light of the cabin floodlamps.
	Karl and I took turns with a thin metal rod.
	We whipped her pink cunt to pieces.
	Slowly and patiently.
	Stupid whore.
	She shrieked, kicked and pleaded but kept her legs wide for us.
	When her twat was nearly shredded she kicked out and twisted to one side
and toppled off the barrel.
	Karl picked up a piece of firewood and slammed it across her back.
	He let her crawl into the brush, dragged her back out by her ankle
and slammed her again.
	She lay there groaning and whimpering and he slammed the heavy log
down across both her shoulderblades.
	Something snapped loudly inside her and she rolled over on her back gasping
for air.
	The gun was still lodged in her anus.
	I slid down and knelt on her shoulders.
	"You are my god," I said softly. "Say it to me, cunt."
	" - p-pleeeze -"
	"You are my god. Say it."
	" - ugh - y-you are m-my god -"
	"Very nice. Now look up at Karl and say it again."
	She did so. Weakly but obediently.
	Then I reached down between her legs, took the gun and squeezed the
trigger.
	The explosion was muted as the bullet tore through her guts and up into
her left lung.
	Her eyes went wide and I shot her again.
	Before she could scream I slid down on top of her pressing my balls
against her mouth.
	She screamed into them and I felt myself careening now toward orgasm
as I jerked off.
	I stood up off her and she rolled over on her side.
	I reached down and pulled the gun from her smouldering asshole.
	Blood and shit spewed from her.
	She vomited blood and tried to get up and fell back down.
	"Ahhh," I groaned as the cum rose up from my balls. "Goddamn - shittt!"
	As I came I aimed the gun down and shot her pretty hand to pieces.
	She screeched and rolled in the opposite direction.
	Karl had a machete.
	I hadn't seen him go inside for it.
	He swung down hard into Quinn's side.
	Then he hacked off her other hand.
	The hapless whore twisted away from the machete attack bleeding and half
crawling toward the edge of the forest.
	He followed her swinging. Grabbed her ankle. Dragged her back.
	"Uhhhh shitt!" I groaned as thick spurts of jissom exploded from my
piss slit.
	I went down on one knee to shoot off on Quinn's suffering face.
	My sperm spattered her cheeks and lips and dripped quickly down her chin
and neck.
	Karl hacked off one of her feet with the machete.
	Then the other.
	She stared stupidly down at her slashed mutilated limbs then back up at me.
	Karl started to cum.
	"Uhh!" he grunted, smiling. "Shit Johnny - I wanna finish inside her.
Hold her for me."
	I grabbed the weakly struggling mutilated whore by her arms and pressed her
down on her back as Karl  seized her bloody thighs and pulled them back to mount
her, slamming her against the ground and driving his big meat to his balls into her
torn up cunt.
	Guts spilled from her gashed up flank.
	"Shit Johnny! Uhh! She's all gushy inside, man. All burned out!"
	Quinn looked silently up at me as I shot a thick glop of cum right into her
green eyes.
	"Yesssss!" I shouted victoriously.
	Karl roared as he pumped his hot spunk into the dying bimbo. He was still
cumming when I picked up the machete and cut a slit in Quinn's throat.
	She started convulsing weakly, her blood spurting on both of us.
	"OOOhhhhh!" Karl moaned. "GOD-DAMN! That's so fuckin NICE!"
	Finally Karl was done and he pulled out and stood leaning against the cabin.
	Quinn lay there bleeding, looking up at us, still alive.
	"Jeeesus -" Karl groaned. "This is one of the best."
	My cock was still hard.
	Karl had said she was all squishy inside.
	I wanted to feel that.
	"Pull her up by her arms," I told him. "I'm gonna fuck her."
	"Sloppy seconds, brother."
	"Sloppy seconds," I agreed.
	Slowly he hauled her up off the ground for me and I lifted her mutilated legs
and spread them open.
	" - pleeze -" she moaned.
	I was steel hard now as I put it to her destroyed sexhole and entered her.
	She was all messed up in there, just as Karl had said.  The nine millimeter
had butchered her inside.
	I took her head in my hands.
	Her severed throat still pumped blood, but less now.
	It dripped down her body and pooled around us.
	"Hold her tight," I told Karl.
	Then I looked down at her.
	"Fuck me, bitch. Can you fuck me?"
	" - t-try - I - I'll - try -"
	I felt a weak stirring in her ripped vaginal muscles around my shaft as I began
to slide in and out relentlessly.
	Her eyes were fading.
	"She's fucking me, Karl."
	"Unbelievable."
	"Fuck me bitch. Fuck me - ahh - that's a good bitch..."	
	Then when I was almost at the end I said:
	"Who is your god?"
	" - you -" she groaned weakly. " - y -you -"
	Her lips were still pursed with that final sighed word when I twisted her head
hard to the left, breaking her neck and shooting my cum into her at the same time.
	Karl grunted with pleasure.
	When I was done I watched him fuck her dead body on the ground for
almost fifteen minutes until he finally came again.
	

	Before dawn we had cleaned up the cabin and laid out the three carcasses
and the pieces down by the well.
	It was an old well.
	The guy who sold us the property told us that he'd heard the Indians had
dug it even before the English had taken over this area.
	He told us it was over a hundred feet deep and about thirty yards south of
the cabin.
	We dropped the murdered whores down into it, and their limbs and
spilled innards in with them.
	They still had their eyes open.
	Quinn, Brenda and Sally brought the total to thirty five.
	The well was hidden under a shelf of rock and behind a thick screen of
shrubbery.  It was highly unlikely anyone would ever find it.  As for the bodies
down there - the nubile lovely bodies that would go on living in the ethereal
pornographic world of the internet long after the worthless souls had fled them -
nature would dispose of them. Rodents, insects and the rotting scum of bacteria
and fungus would complete the job Karl and I started on the surface.
	When the morning sun came up over the forest Karl and I were already
on our way back to the city.
	We had some nice shit to upload.

WOODBURN