The following story is a purely fictional account. Any relationship to anyreal 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. 

                                                    Massacre


	It was unbelievable. The goddamned fools hired me. 
 	They hired me as Charlie Denton, carpenter, my most recent identity.
	Tom Waverly, my real name, the name I was given at birth, was a thing of
the past, a forgotten relic.
 	The college is only twelve miles from Orchidea and they had advertised in
the town paper. They needed some repair work in the sub-basement of building
C after a burst pipe caused some water damage.
 	The Warren College for Women.
	It was like the fox being hired to repair the chicken coop.
 	Little more than a month had passed since Dan the Knife Man slaughtered
Anna Wilkins and dumped her cut-up and mutilated body in Greelie's pond.
	Dan the Knife Man alias Tom Waverly alias Charlie Denton alias
yours truly.
 	The first day I was out at the college I was in heaven, young delicious
girlmeat all around, pretty little female students, fresh-faced and lovely.
	And to top it off when I'm working in the basement I nail right through this
wall and find a huge boarded up room that no one even knew about.
 	There was all kinds of junk in there. Furniture, books, old movie posters.
	 So that's when I get the idea.
	 Afterwards, when I break for lunch I'm sitting under an oak tree just outside
building C watching the bitches in their short skirts and faddish clothes moving
about the campus.  A couple of them even smile at me as they pass. And I see more
than just friedliness.  They are sluts. Oh yeah. Filthy little sluts
just begging for punishment.
 	After a couple more days working at the school I figure the logistics.
 The main dorms are just behind building C, less than half a block in walking
distance and with some trees off the main walkways to provide cover.
 	
	It takes me about a week to soundproof the hidden room in the sub-cellar and
fix it up just right.   
 	When I finish the job I've been hired to do I take my pay, smile at the old
suit and tie jerk, Dean Flanders, shake his withered hand and pretend to ride off into
the sunset.
 	Instead,  I go only three blocks.
  	I turn up a deserted alley, park the van behind an abandoned gas station,
load up my trusty knapsack and make my way back to the college.
 	I lay on the ground in the trees watching the dorm as night falls.
 	There is a window on the first floor that draws my attention.  There is easy
access and there are three girls sharing the room, three exquisitely
delicious young tramps. As night descends I watch them move around the room.
 	They have music on and they are drinking wine.  There is a blonde and two
brunnettes, one with short hair the other with long.  The blonde has straight
hair that falls to her shoulders and she's got a real slutface.  She dances
around in black bra and pink spandex shorts. The short-haired brunnette
wears black gym-shorts and a T-shirt. She's mostly quiet, occasionally reading a
book on her desk and writing, occasionally turning to laugh with the others.   The
long haired brunnette's got my cock hard.  She prances around with only her
bra and panties on and every once in a while she dances with the blonde, both
of them pulsing seductively to hard rock & roll rhythms. 
 	I watch and wait.
 	Eventually, one by one, the lights in the building start to blink off.
 	The short-haired girl at the desk disappears from view and I figure she's
gone to bed. Then finally the music stops and the light in the room goes out.
 	I wait a couple of hours, dozing off, resting for the demanding ordeal
ahead. 
 	When I awake the sky is black. 
	Looking at my watch I see it is three-thirty. I'm charged-up and ready to
go.
  	Dan the Knife Man's prepared to take his pleasure.
 	I check my knapsack to make sure I have everything I'm going to need, then,
getting quietly to my feet I make my way to the dark dorm building.
 	The girls have left the window open for me... How considerate.
 	Soundlessly, I climb into the dark room parting the soft fabric of the
curtains, taking in the sweet, clean, perfumed smell of young, sleeping
pussy.
 	I take the chloroform-soaked handkerchief from my pocket and go across the
carpeted room to the first girl.
 	The blonde.
 	She is turned away from me and I see her sloping back and the swell of her
asscheeks melt into the sheets. I put the handkerchief over her mouth and
nose.  She jumps and bucks but makes no sound and in a few seconds she lies
inert.
 	I move silently to the other two girls and do the same, tightly gripping
their pretty sleeping faces with the soaked cloth and rendering them
unconscious.
 	After making sure they are out I rope their ankles and wrists tight, gagging
them with duct tape, just in case they happen to come to.
 	Now comes the difficult part.
 	One by one I will carry the bound, half-naked youths across the yard to
building C trying to stay in the shadows of the trees and hoping no one will
see.
 	I have replaced the lock in the basement entrance before leaving the job
site so, now, key in hand, blonde babe slung over my shoulder, I sneak out
the window and across the lawn to building C, open the door and take my first
warm victim down into the sub-cellar shadows. After two more trips I have all
three girls in the hidden room... my private torture dungeon right in the
heart of Warren College for Women. 
 	Dan the Knife Man's night has begun.


 	I close the door behind me, enter the chamber and slide the heavy
soundproof panel back into place behind me. The heavy bolt-locks snap shut
securely. 
 	I switch on the lights, six bare bulbs that dangle from the concrete ceiling
and I go to work on the girls.
 	The blonde and the short-haired brunnette I rope to a two-foot thick masonry
support-column that's in the center of the room, rope them together on
opposite sides of the column, wrists to wrists and ankles to ankles as they
slump, still unconscious, on their knees, facing in opposite directions.
 	I have handcuffed the long-haired girl's wrists in front of her and her
ankles together and now  after I ungag all three victims, I take a vial of
smelling salts and revive her.
 	She comes to slowly, looks up at me bewildered, her hair tumbling over her
eyes, lying on the floor as I crouch over her and as she awakes and tries to
move she is confused then frightened, then terrified.
 	"Who....?Wh....?"
 	She looks around, sees the other two girls bound to the column and still
unconscious.
 	The horror in her face is delicious.  I can taste it.
 	I take her face in my hand by her chin and hold her to look into her eyes.
 	"Welcome to Dan's special night class, slut!"
 	"Oh God! Please let us go! Please!?"
 	"Let you go?" I laugh meanly. "After all the work I've put into this?"
 	My hand moves down to her bra. I grab her by both bra-straps and get her
up on her knees.
 	I stand over her and take off my shirt slowly, watching her lovely dark eyes
tear up and her lips tremble.
 	"Awwww. Don't cry, baby..."
 	I lean down to kiss her and she moves her face away.
 	I bite her ear and she cries out trying to back off.
 	I laugh and hold her easily, pull her face to mine.
 	"What's your name, honey? Huh? Tell ole Dan your name?"
 	"Nh-Nh-Nancy...."
 	"That's a pretty name," I tell her, a mocking smile on my face, my hands now
pulling the bra-straps down off her shoulders.
 	"Does Nancy have nice titties...Huh?"
 	I pull her bra down slowly.
 	"...do you? Mmmmm...Oh yeahh..." Her full creamy boobs tumble free...
"Yeahh....nice juicy titties..."
 	Leaving the bra wrapped around her upper waist I take her nipples in my
hands and rub them and pinch them making her sob. The fear and the friction
conspire to make the nubs hard and erect.
 	"Awwww. Poor baby! Does that hurt? Huh? Is mean ole Dan hurting poor
little baby Nancy? Huh?"
 	Suddenly I slap her hard across the face.
 	"ANSWER ME WHEN I TALK TO YOU, YOU CHEAP CUNT!"
 	"Ohhhh yes! Oh God yes!"
 	I slap her again turning her face the other way.
 	"YES-WHAT? YES-WHAT?"
 	She looks up at me in confusion.
 	I kick her in the belly bending her forward.
 	"YES SIR! SAY YES SIR, YOU STUPID BITCH!"
 	"...y-yes sir....ohhh...yes yes s-sir..."
 	I pull her back up by her hair.
 	"You're pretty stupid for a college girl, Nancy."
 	She bites her lip and sobs looking back at me like a trapped animal.
	"Now here's what I want from you, Nancy," I tell her, holding her up by the
hair.
 	"I'm gonna hurt you then I'm gonna fuck you.  You and your two friends." I
lick my lips and my cock throbs as I see the impact my words are having on
her.
 	"And after I fuck all of you I may hurt you some more...In fact, I may hurt all
of you very badly."
 	I take the knife from its sheath on my workbelt.
 	"Now kneel up nice and straight for me."
 	"Oh please please don't hurt us...don't...don't..."
 	"SHUT UP!" I shout.  She flinches and then as I watch her she obeys me
kneeling straight like a penitent at mass.
 	I take her hair and tip her head back slowly.
 	She looks so pretty kneeling like that, little shivering movements in her
legs as she tries to keep her balance,  wrists and ankles cuffed.  Oh I like
when they kneel for me, the little whores. A woman belongs on her fucking knees. 
Just look at the way her thighs fill out when the muscles flex. Mmmm. Look at the
way her back arches, shoulders pulled back, her eyes closed, little whimpering sobs
from her as I take the knife and touch the sharp silvery blade to her chest.
 	"Yes, Nancy..."
 	I cut the bra off her then I push the blade gently into the skin, into the
soft warm gentle girlskin.
	 She moans.
 	"...I'm gonna hurt you all very badly..."
	 Carefully I cut downward from the base of her neck, down between her
collar-bones, down between both tits to the top of her belly, not going deep,
cutting only the skin.  My prick is pushing up against my jeans like a
vicious cobra.  Saliva fills my mouth as I watch a single thick droplet of
blood spill from the cut past the knife and down the gentle slope of her
belly to pool in her black pussy hair.
 	"...nh...nhh...noo..." she moans.
 	Dan the Knife Man licks his lips.
 	Returning to the top of the cut in the middle of her chest I now branch out
cutting her warm skin with intense concentration, down and to the right, over
the upper part of her breast, right to the nipple.
 	She shudders as I move closer to the auerola, I sense her starting to back
off.
 	"DON'T MOVE, SLUT! OR I'LL SLICE YOUR TITS OFF!"
 	I repeat the cut on the left side, from the center, over the breast to the
nipple until she has what looks like a giant peace sign carved on her, a
giant bleeding peace sign.
 	I stand back to admire my work then I hold the blade to her lips as I stand
over her.
 	"Lick it clean..."
 	Nancy is a good girl.  She does as I say.
 	After she licks my blade I bend down and lick her, mmmm....I lick the
wounds I have put on her.
 	The smell, the taste, the feel of her young warm blood is heaven...
	 "Take it in your mouth," I order putting the blade again to her lips.  She
takes it in her teeth looking up at me as tears spill down her face. 
	 With a piece of rope I now tie her cuffed wrists to her thighs just above
the knees so that she can't raise her arms and I run my hand through her long
hair.  She has started to sweat and the beads of prespiration gleam on her forehead
at the hair-line. Her scalp is very warm and a clean almond-like shampoo smell
comes up from it.
 	"Now I'm gonna wake your friends up, OK?"
 	She nods stiffly as I continue to caress her fine hair and look down into
her pretty tear-filled eyes.
 	"You're gonna kneel just like you are now. Just like that. I don't want you
to move. Understand?"
 	She looks at me, her brows arched upward endearingly.
 	"Something very bad may happen to you if you move...."
 	Again the nod and her eyes pleading and pitiful.
 	"That's good..."
 	Again I take her nipples and pinch them hard.
 	"Good baby..."
	 Harder.
 	"Good little girl..."
 	She whines but doesn't flinch.
 	"...dirty bitch..."
 	Blood drops trickle down her belly to her thighs.
 	I step back now, watch her for a moment then turn to the two students
bound to the column.
 	The two girls are still out.
 	I go to them with the smelling salts and revive them.
 	The first thing they see is Nancy, on her knees, her chest sliced and
bleeding, the big knife in her mouth.
 	Their faces reflect the same befuddled fear as hers upon waking.  They look
at me. They look at each other. They cry out.  They beg to be let go. They
beg for me not to hurt them. They want to know where they are. They are so
lost, so confused, so different from the way they looked through the window
earlier that night. They appeared so sure of themselves then. So seductive
and free.  So painfully lovely. Its so nice to see them brought down like
this. I love to watch the terror envelop and consume them and make them
hysterical. They wouldn't have glanced at me twice on the street or in a
party. No. They would have walked past me. The way they walked past most men.
Knowing you are staring at them, enjoying their power over you but not even
acknowledging your existence. As if you were worthless.  When in reality it
is they who are shit. It is they who are trash to be ripped to shreds and
burned to ashes. Little college cunts. Well who's in control now? Who has the
power here in this hidden room, in this private dungeon, on this night of
death?
  	Listen to them cry and beg...
	SHUT UP!
 	I shout and rear back and kick them, and slap them and kick them again.
	SHUT THE FUCK UP!
 	Going around the column taking on both young women as they struggle in
vain to escape my blows.
 	GODDAMN FUCKIN' CUNTS!
 	Ohh I slam into them hard! I hit the blonde scumface with all my strength. I
kick the short-haired girl in the side.  Ripping away at their underclothes
to leave them almost nude I pick up a two by four left over from the
construction and I slam it across their tits, across their legs. I break the
board on the brunnette and jab the blonde's shoulders with the splintered
piece.
 	With some measure of difficulty I regain control of myself.
 	But its not easy, oh no, its not easy at all.  I want to kill them right
then... 
 	Dropping the board I take the knife and step up to the blonde.
 I draw a deep breath and calm myself.
 	"Your name...what's your fucking name?"
 	"C-Cindy..."
	I smile and holding her by a fistful of hair I start to carve her name on
her belly with the knife while she screams.
 	The controlled carving motions distract me and help settle me down.
 	"Cindy..." I mutter as I cut each letter into her tanned young skin. The
sight of her blood is starting to get me going again.
	"Cin-dy...CIN-DY...fuckin' goddamn CINDY!"
 	Her shoulder bleeds from the board splinters which stick out of her. Her
slashed belly is blurred with the bloody letters which trickle down into her
groin as she cries and babbles mindlessly.                    
	Then I go to the other girl.
 	"And you, cunt?"
 	She looks at me frozen in terror.
 	I tear what's left of her bra off her.
 	"...your name?"
 	She's cringing back against the column, arms pulled back, legs folded under
her.
 	"YOUR NAME! WHAT'S YOUR FUCKIN' NAME?"
 	"E-Evelyn...oh please don't hurt us! Please...pleeeease!?"
 	I reach down and yank her forward wrists and ankles pulled back to Cindy's
wrists and ankles, Cindy slammed back with a gasp against the column.
 	"You goddamn bitch! A cunt like you wouldn't even LOOK at someone like
me and now you're beggin'....BEGGIN'!"
 	I take her panties and tear them off her leaving her naked then I kneel in
front of her and slap her face and maul her tits and punch her stomach and
kiss her and rip out her pussy hair and pinch her tits and stick my fingers
in her pussy and punch and slap her thighs. I want to rape the little slut.
I'm hungry for cunt. The smell of her dizzies me. She smells like Doublemint
gum. I bite her neck hard. I bite her tits and her shoulders hard. Real hard.
I taste her blood, warm and rich, like Nancy's. I bite her goddamned thighs.
They're juicy and plump, firm. I beat her again, rip out more pussy hair,
laughing, enjoying her, reveling in her helplessness, her tender sobbing
helplessness.
 	Standing up I go to Nancy.
 	The little bitch still kneels there holding the knife in her mouth.
 	"Give," I command tersely, taking the knife-handle.
 	She does and I walk back to the two women to cut Evelyn free and secure
Cindy to the column with even more stringent bondage: on her knees, roped by
the neck and mouth, by ankles and wrists. And  I take Evelyn, the serious'
one, the one who would not dance but continued to study while the other two
partied in the room as I watched...Evelyn...the one who is the nice girl, the
girl next door, the girl you marry...Oh yes, Evelyn the innocent one. The one
who won't suck cock, the one who breaks your balls with her refined beauty.
The one who in the end divorces you and takes everything you own including
your pride.
 	I spear the knife blade into the wooden floor and sit Evelyn in the old
upholstered easy chair from the fifties that  I found in the cloistered room.
 	I sit her and then pull her legs up so she slides down into the chair,
scrunched down, thighs wide open as I tie her legs to the arms of the chair,
just below the knees, taking her wrists to pull them  forward so I can tie
them to her knees, one on each side, so that when I'm done she sits with her
pussyhole and asshole offered to me, shoulders pulled forward, arms open in a
forced and empty embrace, her face, that pretty college girl face, down there
in the crack of the chair. I pick up what's left of her panties and shove
them in her mouth, deep, gagging her protests, looping a rope over her gagged
mouth to hold the panties in, pulling and knotting the rope viciously tight,
gouging her cute little cheeks.
 	Then I slide out of my jeans and pull my briefs off to stand in front of the
gagged bound girl between her upraised legs.
 	Around us on the walls are the old posters I found and pasted up earlier to
complete the decor of the secret dungeon. Old movies from the fifties with
pretty blondes wearing fiery-red lipstick and being chased by tentacled
monsters or evil-eyed vampires, or lying disheveled on the ground in frilly,
lacey lingerie while a dark shadow ominously threatens.
 	I jerk off and close my eyes letting the devil's power fill me, Dan the
Knife Man coming completely alive now, the sounds of the whimpering beaten
bleeding women drawing the cruelty from me, bringing it from the depths where
I keep it hidden, a slow smile spreading across my face, my hard scraggly
face, warm in the glow of the overhead light bulb.  Ohhh yeahh my cock is so
haaard and soo big now.  The bitches have made it so. The dirty little
cuntwhores. 
 	My eyes slowly open and I look down on gleaming red pussy, poor little
Evelyn... gonna give you something you can't find in them books little girl,
oh yeahh.
 	Leaning down over her to put my cock to 'er. Look at 'er! How she looks at
me! She's so scared! My cock is big! Its bigger than anything she could have
imagined. She would not have willingly given herself to someone that big. No.
Not this little pure, well-bred, well-mannered little filly.
 	My cock is a thick staff of veined meat (a hunka a hunka a hunka burnin'
love!),  knobby and stiff and my balls are full and heavy and hot. I push forward
slowly, guiding the cockhead into her virgin lovehole, squeezing into the warm
tightness as her thighs shiver and she recoils, held immobile by the ropes to the old
chair that creaks as I put my weight now into her and slide deeper, gouging her
virgin barrier, filling and filling her until it breaks and she cries out and sobs in her
gagged throat and bleeds.
 	"Yeahh... I'm fuckin' you, bitch..." I whisper as I lean down over her, my
mouth near her soft pretty ear.  "I'm fuckin' you good!"
 	She can't go anywhere, she's trapped there for me, mute and motionless to
take my cock and cry pitifully.
 	"Can't believe it but your friend here is a goddamned virgin..." I shout at
the other two over my shoulder.  "A goddamned virgin."
 	Then I'm in her face:
 	"Were you waiting for the right guy, Evelyn, huh? The handsome prince?
The American Dreamboy? You STUPID SLUT.  You think you're so special, so
pretty, so smart..."
 	She keeps trying to turn away but I yank her face back to mine.
 	I spit on her as I fuck her feeling vicious anger swell inside of me using
my cock with force on her, opening her wide, making it hurt her and reading
the pain on her face.
 	"Now look at you...nothing but a piece of fuckin' cuntmeat...Unhhh!"
 "...a piece of fuckin' CUNTMEAT!"
 	I ram her to the hilt, bury myself inside her, virgin blood spilling on the
edge of the chair-cushion.  Behind me I hear her two friends crying.
 	"Oh God he's killing her..." groans Cindy.
 	"He's gonna kill all of us..." replies Nancy still kneeling obediently.
 	"Mmhhh-nhhh!" I grunt as I slide in and out of juicy cuntmeat.
 "You..just..might..be...right, Nancy...you little whore...you
just...uhhh..might be right..."
 	And if I could kill this little college bitch with my cock I would. I would
rip right through her with it, cut her guts out with it.  Because her cunt
feels so sweet around my shaft...ohhhh so wet and warm and tight!
 	I pull the knife out of the floor.
 	She sees it and is instantly whining in terror.  I feel her terror in her
pussy, the way it clenches around me, the way her belly muscles ripple. She
has seen my work with the blade on Nancy and I know she is in no hurry to
feel it for herself. For a moment Dan considers putting the knife right
through her heart.  While He considers this I fuck her and hold the blade
menacingly above her belly smiling at the look of sheer horror I am getting
from her.  Behind me the other two bitches are begging me not to do it.  My
back is to them but I know they can see the gleaming knife, raised, poised
for destruction.
 	"No!" they scream. Cindy's cries are made unitelligible by the ropes that
bind her mouth.   "Don't kill her...please! please!" Nancy wails. "We'll do
anything you want... anything...only please don't do it...oh pleeease
mister..."
 	The women cry and scream for mercy, for help, but the sounds go nowhere.
 	Their cries make me bigger and harder inside Evelyn's tight cunt. They make
me fuck the gagged defenseless bitch more cruelly, more wantonly.
 	"Whatta you say girls? Should I cut her belly open or should I slice her
nipples off?"
 	Evelyn shakes her head and sobs under me...mmmmm her pussy gripping me
snugly.
 	"...or should I just KILL the fuckin' bitch?!"
 	The blade hovers in the air...
 	"Noooo!" they cry, those high-pitched girl-voices that make me feel so
powerful.
 	"Her nipples then," I whisper hoarsely lifting one tit-tip, pinching it up,
up, up, bringing the knife to it.
 	One quick move and its done.
 	Poor Evelyn.  She absolutely explodes with the pain, her body going stiff,
her pussy clenched on my prick, her  gagged scream is a beautiful silver
thing exploding in the soundproof room.
 	I fuck her hard watching the blood erupt from the mutilated breast. Then I
reach down, untie the gag rope and pull the panties out of her.
 	"Open your mouth!" I snarl holding the severed nipple over her lips.
 	She twists her head from side to side realizing what I want of her and I
bring the tip of the knife to her throat.
 	"Eat it or DIE!"
 	I push the blade into her, piercing the warm skin and her mouth opens wide
immediately.
 	I deposit the nipple inside of it and watch her look of terror and disgust
as she begins to chew.
 	"...That's right...chew it and swallow it...mmm...good girl..."
 	Before she has finished swallowing, blood dribbling from her pretty lips, I
slice off the other nipple...
 	Yeahh! Yeahh! Look at her JUMP! Goddamn slut! Got her where I want her!
She screams and screams and the women behind me cry and sob and plead with
me, ohhh I'm in heaven...in fucking heaven.  While I feed her the other
nipple, she gagging and frowning and whimpering I powerfuck her, going all
the way out to ram into her to the hilt, punishing her with my cock. I slide
back out of her and put my now monstrously erect organ to her tiny anal
orifice.
	She struggles against the ropes and looks up at me and shakes her head some
more.  Heedless of her pain I begin to ram my giant cock up her asshole.  I
can barely get the head in.  She's screaming and screaming.  The women behind
me are begging for her begging for my mercy crying out for anyone who will
hear.
 	But there will be no one to hear them tonight. There will be no mercy
tonight. No fucking mercy.
	This is Dan the Knife Man's night of love.
 	"Open that asshole for me you whoooore!" I shout pushing up into her but
unable to break her, sphincter muscle tightly and involuntarily clenched
shut.  I stuff the panties back in her mouth and knot the rope around her
head.She choke-gags, her mouth gasping trying to draw air around the wadded
panties, the rope biting into her skin. She shudders as puke fills her throat
and her face goes all red as it explodes from her nose in slimy streams. I
lean down to pinch her nostrils completely shut, her eyes wild as she starts
to turn blue, choking on her own vomit, desperately struggling, suddenly
pissing herself, her urine hot on my shaft, lubricating it so that the head
slides up into her anus.  But its still tight. Too tight.
 	"YOU FUCKING BITCH!  YOU WON"T OPEN FOR ME?! HUH?!HUH?!
OK! ALRIGHT! NO PROBLEM!" I'm in a dazed fury now sliding out of her my
huge cock pointing upward as I pull it out of her, a stream of shit bursting from her
asshole.
 	Behind me her friends weep and beg.
 	I put the knife to Evelyn's shitsmeared asshole.
 	"NO....FUCKING....PROBLEM..."
 	Pushing the blade up her bunghole I twist the knife getting mindless gagged
shrieks out of my little whore as I rip her open, rip her wide open, fuck her
asshole with my knife while I look into her wide crazed eyes, pushing the
knife in to the hilt. Then I take the knife out and put my cock way up into
the gashed anus slick with blood and piss and shit and ripped flesh.
 She starts to pass out as I fill her so I smack her face to keep her awake
and shout at her fucking her up her wounded ass.  Again I untie the rope
around her face and pull the puke-soaked panties out of her mouth, she gasps
for air, her eyes rolling back in her head.
 	I rub the vomit all over her pretty face.
 	"Nahhh...nhnhoooo..ahhhmmm...nh-nnooooo
mhmhmooooore...pleeehhzee..n-no..mmooooore..."
 	"Oh there's gonna be plenty more for you, pig....plenty more..."
 	I grab her pussy and crudely tweak her clit causing her to shiver and bite
her lip and shake her head and shut her eyes tightly.
 	"What were you saving this for, you filthy scumbag? Huh!? Mr. FUCKING
UNIVERSE? Is that what you were saving your SLIMY WORTHLESS CUNT
for?"
 	I fuck her fiercely commanding her to look at me, her eyes going in and out
of focus as I slap her and jam my cock up her bleeding ass.
 	"Well you're MINE now! MINE! I OWN YOU! BODY AND SOUL!"
 	I put the blade now to her nipple-less tit and as she starts to scream I
stab the blade into the juicy globe of flesh, into the underside, pushing it
through her mammary, making her whining cry rise shriller and shriller until
the blade cuts through and rips through the top of the breast. I jiggle her
tit with the knife gouging the soft resilient flesh making the pierced globe
ooze blood down her ribs. Pulling my knife out of her I put the blade to the
other mutilated tit and with a downward stroke bisect it, cutting it neatly
in half, cutting right through the wound left by the sliced-off nipple.  Her
wide-mouthed gasping cries make me pump my shaft up her ruined bunghole with
renewed vigor. I fuck the mutilated college girl with blind urgent passion,
wild with blood-lust.
	Sweet Evelyn is now a bleeding, gasping, sliced-up piece of woman meat.
 	She will never seduce, never entice, never bring a man down.  She will never
be any man's wife, or any child's mother.  She will be mine. I will own her
for eternity.
 	With a savage grunt I bury the knife-blade in her lovely pink thighmeat,
stabbing right to the bone and as she screams and cries pitifully I pull my
hot cock out of her and turn to my other two victims.
 	Leaving the tied-up bitch bleeding on the chair, her legs pointed up at the
ceiling, knife-handle rising out of her pierced thigh, her eyes glazed in
agony I rise to my feet and go to Nancy, stand in front of the still
obediently kneeling girl and put my cock to her face.  Evelyn's blood, shit
and piss drip from it.
 	"Lick me, bitch..."
 	She is crying softly as she obeys, her warm soft tongue tracing the hard
chiseled outline of my prick from my balls to the swollen cockhead, her hands
still ropebound to her thighs and impeding any upward movement of her arms.
For a moment I let her work me looking down at the peace sign I carved on her
earlier vaguely wondering how much time has elapsed.  Maybe outside its
already morning, students and teachers moving about the campus above us
completely oblivious of the savagery going on right underneath them.
 	"Get up," I tell her.
 	She gets unsteadily to her feet unable to find her balance. She has been
kneeling a long time and her knees are a deep scarlet red, almost purple. She
walks stiffly as I take her by the arm and lead her to Cindy. The blonde's
arms and legs are chafed by the rope which has torn crudely into her pretty
skin in her vain struggle against her bondage to the support column.
 	I make Nancy face her helplessly bound friend. The two young women look
in each other's eyes and I see the terror and the concern.
 	"Kiss her," I command.
 	Nancy turns to me.
 	"...oh, God, pleease...I c-can't..."
 	"Kiss her or she dies...NOW!"
 	Nancy's lower lip trembles like a scolded child's.
 	..."And I want a real kiss, on the mouth. I wanna see you kiss like the
whores you are..."
 	Nancy looks at me then at Cindy whose face is slightly disfigured by the
ropes that tie her head to the column and snag around her pretty mouth. The
letters I carved on Cindy's belly have stopped bleeding and her name is
grotesquely readable on the smooth vulnerable flesh.  There are ugly bruises
where I slammed her tits and legs with the two-by-four and jagged cuts on her
shoulders where I poked her with the splintered wood. 
 	As Nancy looks at her the blonde nods weakly as if telling her friend its
ok., to do as I say, to obey me, because there is nothing else to be done.
There is a look of resignation on Cindy's pretty bimbo-face as Nancy now
leans forward and kisses her rope-gagged open lips gently.  Nancy turns to
look at me. Cindy turns away, eyes closed.
 	"You call that a kiss?" I snarl meanly.
 	"...please..." she implores.
 	"KISS HER..." I insist.
 	She knows there is no way out. I see her wrestle with it, I see her trying
to make up her mind.  
 	"You're a whore," I tell her. "You are all whores. All of you. I watched you
through the window tonight."
 	Cindy is crying softly, tears running down her cheeks carrying tiny rivulets of
black mascara to her chin.
 	"I watched you two dance."
 	"Oh dear God!" Nancy protests. "You're a monster! We're just friends!
FRIENDS!"
 	" Friends? You are all a pack of cheap tramps," I tell her.  "And if you
keep this up you're all gonna die right NOW!"
 	From behind us on the blood-soaked chair Evelyn now speaks:
 	"...d-do as he...as h-he says....j-just do d-d-do it..."
 	Her weak defeated voice makes chills of sadistic power run down my spine.
 	"Yeahh..." I growl taking Nancy by her long black hair and pulling her
pretty face to Cindy's. "You hear your friend? You hear that? She knows the
score...Oh yeah. She knows the score real well...Now kiss each other for me
you pigs! DO IT!"
 	Crying softly now the girls kiss, at first tentatively then as they become
aware of the agreeable sensation, more earnestly.  I watch them closely,
stand right over them, my breath on their cheeks. I watch their soft shapely
lips bend and flow against each other as Cindy's mouth opens to cup Nancy's
then Nancy's to cup Cindy's, their eyes closed.  I watch them begin to
respond.  Its inevitable. This is the only pleasure they are being granted in
the midst of terrible cruelty, pain and suffering. I work my cock slowly up to a
massive bursting erection watching the two college girls lose themselves in
what is now a brazenly passionate kiss, Nancy's wrists bound together, her
hands struggling to rise but held to her thighs by the rope, Cindy held
against the column but now moaning, her arms and legs struggling with the
immovable bonds.  They want to hug each other, to comfort each other, but
they cannot and instead all their tender feelings are poured into the obscene
kiss which I watch with cruel eyes.
 	"That's it..." I whisper in their ears gently fingering their kissing lips
with my free hand. They first recoil from my touch but then lose themselves
again. "You see...You're sluts...Both of you...All women are sluts.  All you
have to do is get past the surface..." They are moaning now and breathing
fast.  I feel their warm young breath on the back of my hand. They begin to
lick my fingers between their kissing mouths. "Just like wood...You have to
sand it down...sand it down until its smooth and polished...sand it down hard
until its ready to be nailed..."
 	Gently I pull Nancy back away from Cindy. She looks at me as if in a trance
her lips still parted, eyes half-closed.
  	I walk her over to Evelyn and make her kneel between the ravaged girl's
open upflung legs.
 	"Eat her pussy," I tell her.
 	She looks up at me all teary eyed. Her eyes plead with me, they plead so
beautifully. But there will be no mercy here. Not tonight.
 	"Do it," I say coldly.
	Not on Dan's long sweet night of loooove.
 	She's crying as she leans forward to press her lips, still warmly wet from
kissing Cindy to Evelyn's punished piss- and shit- smeared gash.  I see the
knife handle quiver in Evelyn's thigh and I see muscles ripple up and down
her legs as Nancy's warm tender tongue begins to stroke her pussy lips and
her clit. Again I watch the transformation of the most noble of human
emotions, concern, selflessness, friendship into sexual lust.  Given no other
way out it is the way most sluts will behave, because women are just
that...sluts...beautiful hot and eager sluts. 
 	Its all my mother ever was.  I watched her give herself to men she didn't
even know, watched through the bedroom doorway while they tied her to the bed
and beat her black and blue. She cried and protested but when the time came she
took their cocks in her mouth and in her pussy and she loved it...loved every minute
of it.  I watched my stepfather chain her wrists to the showerhead in the bathroom
and whip her legs with a belt.  She knew I watched. The cunt.  I remember her eyes
lost in mindless pleasure looking into mine through the crack in the door as if
saying...I am a slut Tommy...and this is all a slut
deserves....see? Learn Tommy....this is the way things are....And I remember
the way her eyes looked the other times, the times I was left alone with her
when I was small, the times she was drunk and she would come looking for me
with a broomstick or a frying pan, the time she tied me to the radiator and
broke my leg with the bat...She'd had a lot of explaining to do at the
hospital but still they didn't make her stop and it went on until finally I
was old enough where she couldn't raise a hand to me and I was free of
her...free...All the way through law school and the early years in my career
while the darkness lived on inside me...free...Until finally Dan the Knife
Man emerged, ripping Tom Waverly away like a used-up husk. And
now...now...now it was time for payback....
 	I lean down and grab Evelyn by her short black hair.
 	"Piss in her mouth," I snarl.
 	She bites her lip, brows furrowed. I just hold her and stare at her enjoying
my complete power over her.
 	A moment later her belly ripples and a hot stream of piss erupts in Nancy's
face.
 	I drop Evelyn's head back into the chair and watch Nancy  frown and shut
her eyes as the fluid splashes her cheeks but as it subsides she goes back to
eating Evelyn's dripping pussy and I feel a fierce hatred for the long-haired
brunnette. She's a goddamned filthbag and I'm gonna take her to the limit. I
remember watching her through the window earlier, watching her sensual
uninhibited movements.  I want to just reach out and strangle her with my
bare hands. I want to rip the life out of her. Instead I jerk off and watch,
I just watch...Its payback...Oh yeahhh....payback for Tommy boy....
 	Instead of going to Nancy right then I turn to Cindy on the column.
 	Cindy's my distraction, the blonde bimbo, the obvious fuck-target of all the
young horny college boys.
 	She is what she is... Unlike Nancy who gives the appearance of warmth and
humanity to mask the sluthood underneath.  Cindy wears it on her fucking
face.
 	Yeah. I go to Cindy and I'm in an ugly mood.
 	I untie the ropes that are drawn across her mouth. There will be no
obstruction to her screaming, it will pour from her like clear water from a
mountain spring.
 	Nancy looks up from Evelyn's pussy and I go to her and slam her face back
down into it again.
 	"YOU WILL EAT THAT PUSSY UNTIL I SAY!"
 	She obeys. She has from the beginning.  She is a good little girl.
 	I return to my blonde bimbo on the column. Her mouth is partly open. 
	The ropes have left deep red lines on her cheeks.  Her eyes are lost.
 	I take the welding torch from the tool box on the floor, hold the match over
the hissing nozzle. The blue flame pops to life.
 	Cindy's eyes are not lost anymore. They are full of horror.
 	Her blonde head shakes from side to side, she tries to back away from what's
coming, pushes against the column, has nowhere to go... nowhere. I approach her
slowly, the torch in one hand, one hand on her shoulder to steady her, the shoulder
which I jabbed with the splintered board. Slowly, I raise the
torch to her.  I make the blue flame lick at her nipples like a wicked
tongue, drawing it near then pulling away making her jump up on her toes and
flinch and fight the ropes that bind her. She screams and screams. Cries for
help. Begs for mercy...
 	But there will be no mercy here. No fucking way.  Not on ole Dan the Knife
Man's night of hard wicked love.
 	As now I hold the flame to her tits for long agonized seconds watching the
skin turn dark brown, bubbling, then black. I hold the flame right to the
nipple while she screams up at the ceiling, every muscle in her body
straining to break free. I draw black lines across both tits, across her rib
cage, across her belly...I burn her pussy hair and then her mons holding the
flame to it until piss bursts from her slit hissing against the flame as I
burn her pussy lips. I go down her body with the flame, down her spread-apart
thighs, first one then the other, marking the pretty college-girl thighs with
ugly black burnmarks.  I erase the letters I carved on her with the knife,
erase them with brown-black smudges that burn her belly raw.
 	Standing the torch on the table now I put on my work gloves and I take
some long concrete nails from a box.
 	Looking over I see Nancy's face still buried in Evelyn's pussy and both
girls are crying and moaning torn between horror and shame, pain and
pleasure. From where they are they can see what I am doing to Cindy. Its my
intention that they do. I love for victims to watch each other suffer and
die, to share in each other's terror and agony.
 	Holding each nail in the torch's flame now I heat it up until the metal
shaft is red then I slide down to pierce the nails into Cindy's bound legs
just above the knee. As she shrieks I take a hammer and pound each nail into
the knee ripping the skin open and shattering the bone.  
 	I put five nails into each knee then I work my way up each thigh sinking
twin rows of nails up each leg to her abdomen.
 	Pulling her already burned pussy-lips down toward the floor I pierce a hot
nail through both of them. Her blood spurts on my gloves. I put nails through
her burned boobs gouging the disfigured nipples. I drive nails into her upper
arms, into the bones. To get snarling whining wild headless shrieks out of
her I slam nails into the tops of her feet nailing her to the floor,
crunching through flesh and bone, blood pouring out on her pretty painted
toes. Fiercely I nail her arms back against the column, pulling her wide
apart like a mounted butterfly.
 	Then I pick up the acetylene torch again from the table.
 	"Open your mouth," I command.
 	"Ahhhggg...nnahhhh! nah! no! NO! NO!"
	 She tries to move her head away but I grab her by the neck with gloved
hand, strangling her now, choking her until she's forced to open her mouth. I push
the nozzle of the torch into it holding her head steady as I burn her oral
cavity, the roof of her mouth, her tongue, her throat. She gags, eyes nearly
popping out of her head. I pull the nozzle out, release her.  She vomits
black blood and yellow puke down the front of her body. When she's breathing
again I grab her in the strangle-hold again and again shove the nozzle into
her mouth holding it in there until she passes out, black spit oozing from
her lips as I let her head fall and hang down.
 	I take off the gloves, get the smelling salts and bring her to.
 	Looking in her bimbo-green eyes and telling her what a piece of shit she is,
she drooling burned blood and gasping for air, on the edge of passing out
again, I put my cock up between the speared lips of her pussy, to her
pisshole and force myself up into her, ripping her open, enjoying her
suffering, kissing her burned lips, drinking her blood, slamming her up
against the column, fucking her up her urethra as her hot piss pours down my
shaft into my balls.
 	I use her to get my cock hugely erect then after biting her lovely flushed
cheek hard, sinking my teeth into bimbo-face and getting blood,I slide
painfully out of her. I knot a stretch of rope to the nail embedded in her
pussy lips and taking up the slack on the rope I go now to the other two
college girls.  I kneel behind Nancy who is face-fucking Evelyn, both women
mindlessly lost and I put my cock to her asshole.  Instinctively she opens
her legs and pushes her ass back toward me. As I slide into her to fuck her
asshole I yank on the rope pulling on Cindy's burned and bleeding twat from
across the room. I grab Nancy by the hair to jam her face into Evelyn's pussy
as I ass-fuck her brutally and I tug on the rope line pulling Cindy's pussy
lips hideously out of her to the limit of their elasticity. Cindy's face is a
mask of horrible pain, widemouthed, burned, bitten cheek spilling blood down
her neck and I toy with her yanking on the rope, pulling her pussy lips to
painful limits, she unable to compensate in any way for the pulling motion,
nailed to the column and to the floor. I ram in and out of Nancy's warm
asshole feeling my cock pushing into her hot excrement deep in her guts.
 	"Uhhhhhh..Uh!UH!" she grunts and I know my fuck is making her want to
shit, to empty her bowels.

	 I pull out of her and she clutches her bound arms against her stomach. I
slide into her and she farts and sobs as I laugh and tug on Cindy's nailed
pussy-lips.
 	I slide out of Nancy's asshole and reach down to pull her face from Evelyn's
pussy to look down on the pitiful bitch.
 	"You wanna shit? Huh? You wanna take a dump, slut? Huh, pig? Huh?"
 	"Y-yess...ohh God...ohhhh...yes s-sir...."
 	"Ok...Alright. You're gonna shit then.  You're gonna shit all over your
friend on the chair. All over Evelyn's pretty face. Isn't that nice? Huh? Whatta ya
say, pig? Get up on the chair...that's right..." She's crying pitifully now but she's
obedient. She's been a real good girl all along. A real good girl.  She gets
to her feet and stands on the chair's arm rests her ass over Evelyn's
horrified face. "Get up there. Yeah. That's a good girl...yeahh..you wanna
shit? Huh? Wanna shit? Did my cock in your ass want to make you wanna go?
Huh?"
 	I slap her face.
 	"TALK TO ME PIG!"
 	"YES! YESSS!" she releases a noisy burst of gas and suddenly her bowels let
go and a hot muddy spatter of turds spill out of her and down on Evelyn's pretty
face, cheeks, eyes and mouth, on Evelyn's sliced tattered tits. 
 	"OHH-ughhhhh!" grunts Nancy. The peace sign on her chest is bleeding
again, the cuts forced open by her tortured contractions. 
 	"Yeahhhh!" I shout and as I do I pull on the rope tearing Cindy's pussy lips
almost off.
 	On the column, the blonde shrieks. On the chair, crouched over Evelyn, poor
Nancy is wracked by sobs, face blushing dark red.  Evelyn gags and grunts
under a torrent of excrement.
 	This is payback. Sweet sweet payback.
 	"Get down on top of her!" I shout at Nancy. "Rub your pussy on her face!"
 	Whimpering she does it, crouching down over Evelyn's upturned shit-covered
face.
	 All I see of Evelyn now is her knife-gouged tits heaving and her upstretched
legs flexing. Her head is lost under Nancy's abdomen.
 	Dropping the rope to Cindy's torn pussy, I take the knife from Evelyn's
thigh where it has been for quite a while. As I pull it free from the young
meat blood spurts freshly from the wound. Taking the facefucked youth's right
leg by the ankle I slice a skin-deep cut down the middle of her footsole. As
she screams up into Nancy's twat I repeat the cut on her left foot. Then I
slice across each footsole horizontally leaving twin bleeding crosses on the
tender limbs. I jerk off watching Evelyn gasping for air, smothered under her
friend's heaving weight. I stab her feet, slice into her round heels, pierce
the chubby toes then leaning down I put my cock up her cunt finding it warm
and wet to receive me. I fuck Evelyn wantonly, occasionally leaning forward
to kiss and bite Nancy's lips and face... Its a sweet fuck, a bloodfuck of
the totally debased girl whose face is covered with shit and starving for
breath under her friend's soft meaty cuntmound...
 	Now I take my obedient little girl, my Nancy, by her long sweet hair and
walk her off Evelyn's face, off the chair and to the other side of the
torture room. She is so beautiful. Even in the harsh light of the bare 75
watt bulbs, the soft curves and contours of her face are an unforgettable
rendering of female suffering. I lead her to where the leather cuffs hang
from a pulley line attached to the metal pipe in the ceiling.
 	I cut her free of the rope that bind her wrists to her thighs then I tell
her to hold her arms over her head. She does it for me, her submission almost
child-like. It is as if she has regressed to infancy in order to deal with
the psychological trauma of the experience. 
	First I gag her with a huge gag that spreads her lips wide open. The center of
the gag is a metal tube that I force slowly down into her throat. Her hands clasp
together and her brows furrow as she gags and struggles to adjust to the intrusion in
her mouth. The long metal tube goes all the way into her esophagus and I pull the
gag-strap tight around the back of her head around her hair tightening it cruelly
until she whimpers in pain. An electrical terminal wire hangs from the gag down to
her waist.
  	She's so pretty now as I bind her wrists above her head to pull on the
lift-line, hauling her arms upward, lifting her fine naked youthful body to
stretch painfully, to arch as her toes leave the stone floor. A second rope
line dangles next to her. On the end of that there is a mean-looking
meathook. From  eyelet hooks on the floor I bind her hanging ankles in
leather cuffs gently spreading her legs apart, feet floating off the floor, her breath
coming in arhythmic gasps as a result of her uncomfortably strict bondage, the
peace sign on her chest bleeding again as the skin stretches and splits. 
 	I step up to her and take the meathook in my hand. 
 	She looks down, reminding me of those religious cards where a martyred
saint looks down from on high.
 	Her gagged face is lovely.
 	A tear spills from her cheek and falls on my arm.
 	I lick it up.
 	Then I caress my sweet angel's soft warm pussy. I slide my fingers against
the moist slit finding her clitoris, pushing my thumb up into her lovehole. I work her
expertly until she's gasping and jerking in mid-air, her sex dripping its
dewy secretions down her pretty thighs.
 	When her breath is fast and desperate and her hips are twinging
involuntarily I suddenly draw back and slam my fist full-force into her love
mound.
 	She cries out, eyes wide open.
 	And I start working her again, before she can even recover. 
 	And once again, when her movements betray her sexual arousal I punch her
cunt.
 	I do this five, six, seven times and then I raise the meathook to her pussy.
	 She sees it coming, whinnies like a frightened mare, kicks against the
ropes.
	Slowly I rub her clit with the cold metal arch of the hook. She trembles and
neighs and shakes.
 	Then I turn the hook, sharp point upward, and purposefully, holding her with
one arm around her hips I pierce it into the tender juicy meat of her
womanhood, right through her fucking clit, pushing it into her, blood
spurting now as her gagged screams fill the room. Slowly turning the hook I
rip it through her and twist it so that the spear point rips back out at the
top of her pussy mound then pulling on the rope I pull the young woman's
crotch upward by her hooked cunt. I pull hard placing her in unrelieved
tension as the ankle-cuffs hold her legs down, the wrist-cuffs up and the
meat hook pulling forward and upward threatening to rip her pussy out of her
abdomen.
 	When I have her at the most extreme tension point I secure the meathook line
and I select a long vicious bullwhip from the torture implements that hang on
a rack on the wall.                      
	 Now, you goddamn slut...now you're gonna take it for me...
 	I stand behind her and a bit off to the side, some six feet from my target.
	I raise the lash.
 	With a forceful swing I wrap the lash around her waist hard.
 	In the small room the report of leather on slutflesh is like a thunderclap.
 	In their bondage my other two victims jump responsively to the sound.
 	In the air in front of me Nancy spasms and twists to the awful burning pain.
 	I bring the lash down again this time across her creamy tits.
 	The lash is made of rawhide and I have patiently driven hundreds of tiny
woodtrim nails into its long wicked length so that when I whip my bitch I
leave not only the huge dark welt of impact but also hundreds of tiny pierce
wounds all along the length of each mark.
 	Oh yeahh, Nancy...TAKE IT!
 	SSWWAFFFFF!
 	Wrapping around those perfect thighs.
 	SSLASSHHHH!
 	Hard across her asscheeks.
 	WHHHHH-PPPPPP!!
 	Yeah...Look at 'er move to it. Its like a fuckin' ballet...
 	Fuckin' cunt!
 	SSSSSWWWWIIFFFFF!
 	Across the middle of her back.
 	SSWWWWAFFFFF!'
 	Down across her shoulderblades.
 	Making 'er bleed.
 	Yeahh...oh yeahhh..bleed bleed bleed!
 	I slash her with the terrible whip tearing skin off her, making her jerk
against the meathook in her pussy.
 	Then I pick up a different whip. This one has long thin flexible metallic
tongues, almost thirty of them, and a wire runs from it to a voltage box in
the wall. 
 	I go to the hanging girl and take the electrical terminal that hangs from
the gag. I connect her to a wire that runs into the same juice-box as the
whip.
 	Now when I whip her, each time the vicious metal tongues bite into tender
womanmeat, an electrical charge of 350 volts explodes against her as the
circuit is completed.  She jiggles and twists on the ropes like a puppet in
the hands of a willful child. Each electrical shock travels into the gag-tube
and burns her mouth, her lips, all the way down her throat into her belly. I
circle her as I flog her with the electrical whip watching bright blue sparks
explode across her lovely skin and face as she tenses rigidly in response.
 	Its now time to finish this. I am at a peak of mindless pleasure and I
cannot sustain it much longer.
 	Leaving Nancy hanging there I go to the other two girls and free them,
untying Evelyn from the chair and un-nailing Cindy from the column.They sag
to the floor, too weak now to resist, their wounds too severe.  Cindy is
already almost in shock, pussy half-ripped out, the rope I tied to the nail
in her cuntlips trailing between her wideflung legs, and I have to give her
salts to revive her. 
 	I drag the mutilated women over to Nancy and they lie half conscious on the
floor below her.
 	I lift Nancy higher now, the meathook almost ripping her womb out, tearing
her, her pussy bleeding on to the women under her.
 	I bring the two wooden crosses out and working feverishly I nail Cindy and
Evelyn to them by their arms and wrists driving long construction nails
through bruised muscle and splintering bone eliciting new pain and new life
from my half-dead sluts.
 	The crosses are designed to be supported by suspension lines from the
ceiling to eyehooks at the top of the central beam and I now connect them to
chains that dangle from overhead.
 	I position Cindy on one side of Nancy and Evelyn on the other, both girls
crucified and now brought up on to their knees as I tug on the suspension
lines.  This is especially painful for Cindy who has nails driven into her
broken knees already. 
 	Then I bring out the thin chains with thin fishing hooks on each end.
 	Taking Nancy's dangling feet I pierce both her big toes right through the
toenails with the hooks. She shrieks into the gag and looks down. Again I get
that image in my mind of the martyred saint.
 	I go now to the two crucified slaves and force them to open their mouths.
 	I stab the hooks through their tongues in this way connecting them by the
chain lines to Nancy's feet.
 	The trinity of pain is complete and now I pull Nancy
higher....higher...higher...slowly pulling her upward to watch the meathook
rip her pussy out of her as she grunts, her legs now pulling the two
crucified slaves faces upward by their bound and hooked tongues, Cindy's
tongue already burned black from her previous torture, both girls gagging and
groaning, blood dripping from the hook-tips, widemouthed drooling bitches,
like fishes being pulled from the water, ohh yeahh...I secure the pulley
line, take up the metal whip and savagely attack the three girls with it.
I flog their tits their legs their backs their ass...I move all around them
excited beyond belief by the lovely architecture of their bondage...Every
time Nancy's legs kick responsively to the blows one of her friends shrieks
as her tongue is yanked almost out of her head. I cover them with bleeding
stripes. Blood spatters off them each time I swing the lash. I am bathed in
it. There are pools of it under the kneeling girls and in the center under
Nancy's gashed pussy. The electical jolts from the whip explode in white
flashes across each victim. Nancy's head twists un-naturally with each
violent discharge and I see froth streaming out from under her gag. 
 	The bitches don't have far to go...
 	I flog them brutally ripping thin bits of skin right off them, flaying them
alive, then dropping the lash I go to the pulley rope.
 	I yank on it hard and with a gagging muffled groan Nancy is pulled all the
way up to the ceiling, her pussy ripped out of her by the meathook, her
uterus and intestines spilling out of her on to the floor in a hot wet gush.
Cindy and Evelyn are pulled up by their tongues, hooks ripping into tender
tonguemeat and almost tearing the pink muscle out of their mouths. But
somehow the lines hold and the girls are all gagging and gasping and choking
held on the edge of death for more suffering as I now take the acetylene
torch and going behind Nancy I touch it to her hanging legs.
 	She looks down from her martyred heights up in the shadows above the
hanging bulbs as the blue flame comes up to her deliciously curving, blood dripping
calf.
	 Her skin hisses and blackens.
 	She tries to hold her leg still knowing that if she gives in to the reflexes
of her body she will tear the tongue out of Cindy's head.
 	Patiently I hold the flame to her leg while I jerk off. 
 	Finally with a sobbing screech she gives in to the torture and her leg kicks
forward out of the flame's sizzling range.
 	With a horrible ripping sound Cindy's burned tongue is torn out of her and a
spew of blood and bits of flesh spills from her mouth. Gagging and groaning
her head totters forward.
 	I move to Nancy's other leg now.
 	This time she holds on longer, looking down at Evelyn, Evelyn looking back
at me with fear-blown victim eyes, widemouthed trembling watching the flame
devour Nancy's juicy calf from the ankle to the kneehollow.
 	After almost four minutes Nancy finally kicks away and Evelyn's tongue is
torn out in a long red streamer from the shrieking crucified woman's mouth.
 	Now knife in hand, Dan the Knife Man begins his work.
 	Cindy first. 
 	I cut her open her from her pussy to her throat. I reach into her and pull
out her warm pulsing guts, rub them all over me, then as her head tips back,
eyes already glassy I kiss her bloody mouth.
 	I move to Evelyn.
 	The quiet one. The studious one.
 	I slice her throat open from ear to ear and she gags on her own blood. I
watch her die pushing my cock into the wound in her throat, fucking it
obscenely...uhhh...almost coming...
 	I lower Nancy to the floor between the dead crucified girls...her burned
legs give out and she's crawling on all fours, weakly trying to escape me,
her feet trailing blood as I follow along beside her, laughing, occasionally
bending over her to stab the blade into her back, into her ass...I chase her
around the room until she finally collapses then I yank her up by her hair,
her beautiful hair, stab the knife into her belly and slice her open spilling
her guts out at my feet...I pull the gag out of her mouth
 	"Ah-Ahhghhhhhhhhh..." she gasps... and I take her in my arms, ungagging
her, pulling the tube out of her throat, to kiss her passionately as she trembles
and dies and I reach into her, way up into her to feel her heart still
beating as I grab it and rip it out standing over her smearing the hot
beating muscle against my face as I shoot off on her with a manic grunt. 
 	My sperm pools on her dying face and throat and hair as she lies on the
floor at my feet.
 	It takes me almost an hour to come down. I sit on the floor surrounded by
the gruesomely murdered girls enjoying every moment of the grisly kill,
replaying it over and over in my mind.
 	Then taking a sharp meat-cleaver from my knapsack I proceed to chop the
still warm bodies to pieces and to stuff their remains into six king-size
plastic garbage bags.
 	When night falls again I will leave the building and dispose of the three
youths, probably in Greelie's pond. They will keep Anna Wilkins company
there.
 	Soon they will be missed.
 	But by then Dan the Knife Man will be long gone.


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