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 The following story is a purely fictional account.  Any relationship to any
real person living or dead is absolutely coincidental.  The narrative deals
with torture and slaughter of innocent human beings.  The author in no way
condones or promotes such acts.  This is the world of fantasy and fiction
where the hidden corners of the psyche may be explored.  The author
believes that exploring such subject matter in this realm keeps it from
ever needing to be explored, and much less fulfilled, in real life.  There
is violence in all of us.  Otherwise there would be no crime, no war, no
destruction.  We must acknowledge the beast inside of us if we are to tame
it.  To ignore it and repress it is to invoke its appearance in our midst.
   Slaughterhouse Blues
   (For Sardu)
   1.
   The first time I fucked Molly she was three and a half.
   You think that's sick?
   What do I give a shit what you think.
   You or anybody else.
   She was real nice when she was little too.  Sweet little blonde
sweetheart.  My fuck-baby.  I owned her ass just like I owned her mother,
Jessica.
   Too bad they're both gone now.
   Jessica was sixteen when I married her (if you could call it that) and
took her to Meadowville to live in my trailer and make fuck films.
   I was forty at the time.  I'd just gotten out of state pen in Arizona.
My old man had died and left me his Aerostar trailer and his 87 Ford
pickup. I headed East to New Mexico and picked up Jessie who was hitchiking
on the road.  She was in a short white dress, and no bra or panties,
carrying a knapsack, wearing clog sandals. She had a little rose tattoo on
her upper left arm.  I drove her for less than two miles before I pulled
off the highway yanked her out of the truck, ripped her dress off, beat the
living shit out of her and tied her to broken fence post on the edge of the
desert.  I whipped her young titties with my belt, givin' er the buckle
end, and told her if she didn't marry me I'd kill her right there and cut
her guts out of her.  I meant it too.  I was in a real ornery mood.  She
cried real pretty, little red square welts all over her boobies, and her
tears shone in the bright hot sun rolling down off her face and
belt-slashed chest and she told me she loved me, just like I told her to.
She sucked my cock real good and proper too and after I drowned her little
bitch ass in cum she had no other place to go but to be my fuck-slave pain
pig.
   Jessica was the perfect slave-wife for me.
   I taught her well and she eventually learned to please me just like a
female is supposed to please her man, in every way possible including dyin'
for him if that's his call.  I made videos of her fucking dogs and pigs and
getting beat up and pissed on and fucked up the ass and she made me lots of
money.  She got to looking like a real waste too, ring through her nose and
one through her lip and a couple of more tattoos on her back and on her
ass, including one that said Master's property'.  I made er wear a
dog-collar too with a little metal plate on it that said Trash-Slut'.
   Eventually I got a couple of the other loser girls in town to join our
little club and I was able to sell my old man's trailer and buy me an old
cabin on the edge of town.  I got me some more state-of-the-art
photographic equipment and got on the old internet and pretty soon I had
the business going again, just like before prison.
   My operation got to be known around town in all the right places and
pretty soon I had me a good stable of ten bitches.  The youngest one was
fourteen - Karina, a nice little nigger girl who could take a beating like
no grown woman I ever knew.  I had me a nice crew out there too.  A couple
of Mexicans and this lunatic redneck dude, Billy.  Between all three of
them they used to fuck my girls and beat them up for the videos.  I threw
enough money their way to keep them happy but I think they would have done
that shit for nothing.
   I enjoyed my work.  I especially enjoyed lettin' those three animals
loose on my trash-slut Jessica and watching them tear her little blonde ass
up.  Sometimes the orgies went on for days.  We kept all our little
darlin's busy and when they weren't busy we kept em hanging on chains in
the barn out back or in the cellar or on a tree-branch out back.  Sometimes
on a long chain in the yard, like dogs, makin' em eat dogfood and drink out
of dirty plastic bowls.
   Eventually, things got way out of hand as they usually do with me.
   Jessica got pregnant.
   Billy and the Mexicans and I - we killed Karina and two of the other
girls and buried them in the woods.  So I decided to cool it for a while. I
kept selling the less violent tapes on the internet for a while and the
pictures.  But I couldn't stay peaceful for long.  It's just not in my
nature.
   I kept watching the tapes of the killings.
   Karina had been hung by her feet from a tree.  All of us had beaten her
with clubs while the video-cam taped.  Then I brought the camera in for
closeups of her broken bleeding body.
   That pretty little nigger cunt screamed her guts out that day.
   It was fucking beautiful.
   Killing nigger females is a real fucking turn on for me.
   I love to slaughter young girls, rape them, torture them and kill them
(which is how I'd ended up in the pen to begin with, although all they got
me on that time was trafficking underage porno on the internet -
insufficient proof on the rest) and the other guys loved it too although
they had to get drunk to do it.  In fact, judging by how much money I've
made on violent porn on the internet, there's a lotta guys out there who
love the idea of seeing pretty little sluts beaten, banged and
exterminated. Most of them just won't own up to it.
   As for me, I can do it stone cold sober.  Especially with a sweet little
slaughter-pig like that little Karina bitch.
   We broke her up pretty good and then we cut her down and raped the
fucking piss out of her.  Those Mexican dudes were pretty rough on her. 
Musta been all the damn tequila they drank.  They double teamed her and
punched the crap out of her while they did it.
   Then we made her suck our cocks.  It was a nice circle jerk.
   She was crying and begging for her life and shit until finally we came
all over her and pissed on her cute bloody little nigger face.
   Then we put the noose around her neck, hauled her up off her feet and
went KuKluxKlan on er.  We passed a .45 automatic around and each one of us
took a shot at the little dangling choking cunt.  We musta shot er about
fifteen times before we stopped although she'd stopped kicking and jerking
around long before that.  By then she looked like shit.  Blood was pouring
out her fat-lipped mouth and her eyes had rolled back and her tongue was
hanging out.  She had bulletholes all over her and guts and shit was
pouring out of em.  She wasn't gonna be buyin' no more rap records, that
was for goddamn sure.  Stupid little nigger whore.
   We let er hang there and we brought Sylvie and Joanne Wells, two sisters
that were part of the posse out there.  Sylvie was seventeen and Joanne was
maybe twenty and we'd gotten both girls high but when they saw Karina on
the tree they freaked and started screaming and crying.
   We fucked them and the Mexicans started stabbing them and shit.
   Joanne almost fucking got away.  She almost made it to the highway
before we caught up to her.
   We had to tie Sylvie up to an oak tree and chase Joanne for about twenty
minutes throught the woods.
   We finally got her.  It wasn't too hard cause her legs were all stabbed
and shit and she was losing blood and she'd fallen near this creek in the
mud.
   It was real fuckin' nice.  The Mexicans held her on her knees between
them and she was gasping and begging and looking up at me and I just put
the gun barrel to her pretty face.  She was all dirty and bloody - just the
way I like my little girls - and she didn't know what the fuck else to say
to me - she said she'd be my slave forever and do whatever I wanted and
just to please God let her and her sister live - that both of them would
just do anything me and my friends ever wanted, oh Jesus, Mary and Joseph
just anything at all - and I just smiled and pulled the trigger.  I'll be
damned if those wetbacks didn't get sprayed with bitch- brains.  That
fuckin bitch's head came right off her shoulders - blew up like a goddamn
watermelon - and they dropped her on the mud by the creek quick as you
please and cursed me in Spanish something awful.
   So by way of apologizin' to em I let em have Sylvie while Billy and me
watched and taped it.  They must have been at that girl for a good five
hours. They beat her and choked her and raped her skinny ass and stabbed
her some more.  They cut her tongue out of her and cut her pussy lips off
her and fucked her up the ass with the knife.  Then Billy got this great
idea to take Sylvie back up into the woods where Joanne's lyin' by the
creek in the mud and they made Sylvie eat her dead headless sister's pussy.
By then I'd run out of fuckin' tape so I didn't get the last part where
they sliced Sylvie's arms off with a machete and gutted her.  To tell you
the truth I was so fucking drunk by then I almost don't remember what the
fuck went down.  I remember the Mexicans fucking Sylvie's head after they'd
cut it off and then I kinda remember all of us digging a grave near this
clump of trees near the creek and dumping the three dead girls and all the
body parts in there.
   I didn't see the Mexicans any more after that shit.  Nowhere.  Not
around the cabin or in town.  They musta got worried and lit out.  But
Billy hung around.  Jessica and the other girls never knew what really
happened to Karina and the dark- haired Wells sisters and Billy and I kept
tight control over our stable of bitches with little hints now and then. 
We told em if they ever stepped outta line or went to the cops that we'd
bring the Mexicans back and turn their sorry asses over to them.  We had
the little cunts really scared and we were able to do all kinds of shit
with em. We had us some real nice whipping and torture orgies.  Two of the
other girls got pregnant along with Jessica and we made all kinds of videos
with them - pissing on em - beating them - tit-piercing and branding their
butts - we got them to shit and piss on each other, the three pregnant
bitches and the others - real sick shit.
   Billy and I put those bitches through hell.  Two of the pregnant ones
miscarried but Jessica held through and finally gave birth during a vicious
beating.
   That's how Molly came into the picture.
   I don't know if she's mine or Billy's or maybe even the Mexicans'. 
Being that she's white and blonde I tend to think it might be Billy's sperm
that got through and I'm always goofin' on him because of it.  He couldn't
care less.
   When the little bitch was three and a half, like I was sayin', I put the
head of my cock in her little pussy while her momma watched, stoned,
sitting next to me on the bed.
   "Wanna see me fuck er?" I asked Jessica.
   The stupid blonde bitch sat there on the bed, legs wide, all bruised and
welted from her last beating two weeks before.
   Trash-Slut.  She'd earned the name real well by that time.
   I'd just bathed along with her and the little one and we all smelled
fresh and sweet, naked and hot from the shower.
   Jessica was rubbing her pussy.  She'd just smoked what was left of a
joint we'd started on earlier.
   "Yeah," she said softly, not looking at me but looking down at Molly who
lay before me spreadeagled, smiling innocently.  "Do it.  Fuck er."
   I pushed slowly into Molly and watched her smile disappear.
   Jessica frigged herself faster.
   "Oh shit, Charlie, yeah - break her - she's yours - just like me - use
her - use her, Charlie - she's ready.  She's old enough, little bimbo
bitch."
   I didn't get much further than half my cock in the little slut but she
was bawling and screaming and I had to hold her down.
   "Hurts, daddieee!" she was screaming.  "Hurts!"
   "That's right, bitch.  It hurts.  It's supposed to hurt.  That's what
its all about. You're a girl and girls are made for hurting!"
   "Momma!" Molly screamed.  "Mommieee!"
   But Jessica payed no mind.  Instead, she leaned down to lick my cock as
I slid in and out as far as I could go in her daughter's little cooze.
   I grabbed momma's blonde head and made her suck me before shoving my
prick back into Molly.
   "Get under me," I told Jessica.  "Lick my balls."
   She obeyed immediately sliding under by strong thighs to push her sweet
lips up against my throbbing cum-sacs.
   Molly was crying hysterically and the sound of it made me dizzy with
lust.
   I gripped her little arms hard enough to leave bruises that would last
for days.
   I could see Jessica's eyes down underneath my cock each time I pulled
back. There was awe and fear but also a crazed pleasure in them.  Her hair
was all in tangles spreading out on the sheet between little Molly's legs.
   "You and Billy and those wetbacks killed those girls, didn't you?" she
asked, her voice a whispered hiss against my balls.  "Karina - mmmm -
Sylvie and Joanne - y-you killed all three of them."
   "What if we did, slut?" I growled sliding slowly in and out of my
screaming baby daughter's cunt.  "What the fuck is it to you?"
   Jessica's tongue danced over my asshole and I lost her face for a
moment.
   Then she came back and her lips gently sucked at my nuts sending sparks
of delicious pleasure up into my cock, up into my belly, up my spine.
   "You want to kill us too - Molly and me - don't you?" she asked then
licked the underside of my shaft.
   "Uhhh - yeahh - maybe I do, fuckface.  You know what I like."
   "Mommaaaa!" Molly screamed.
   I swatted her little face hard with my right hand.
   "Shut the fuck up!" I snarled and sank deep into the helpless cherub.
   "Do it, then, Charlie!" Jessica pleaded.  " - mmhhh - c'mon - do it -
fuck us all up - kill us - right now - right here - on the bed - mmm."
   She had me going like a crazed stallion, my cock so big and hard it was
ready to burst inside little Molly's slit.
   "You fuckin' bitch.  C'mere."
   I yanked her out from under me and made her sit on Molly's flushed
snivelling face.
   "Rub your cunt on your daughter's mouth, you piece of shit whore."
   And she did, reaching up, her hips rocking, the mattress creaking, her
beautiful blonde hair streaming down on her bent-back arms, her hands at
the nape of her neck, her eyes half-closed as she pressed her cunt down
into Molly's lips, thighs wide, feet cocked under her haunches, Molly's
whimpers stifled in her mom's cunt as I drove my pecker into her chafed
little mons and Jessica bore down on our child's face.
   The dog collar with Trash-Slut' on it tinkled as Jessica bounced on my
baby- fuck's face.
   "Kill us, Charlie," Jessica whined breathing fast.  "Pleease - kill us
both - you'd be doing us a favor - uhhh - pleease -"
   What a wonderful family portrait we made.  Mom and dad fucking little
honeypuss, Momma begging for death.  I knew she was probably right.  I
would be doing them a favor if I finished them right then.
   But I was not in a generous mood.
   I wanted to carry on this wasted trailer-trash melodrama as long as I
could.
   Jessica was still hardly more than a child herself.  This was incest and
pedophilia all rolled into one.  For me it was the best of both worlds.  I
was in fuckin' heaven.
   I could see the nasty-ass bruises and welts me and Billy had left all
over Jessica just two weeks earlier as she rocked on the bed in front of me
lost in delirious pleasure.  I could see the tracks the heroin needle left
in her graceful white arms.  The marks on her body turned me on, drove me
crazy.
   "Kill us - uhhh -" she said over and over.  "Kill us - kill us - kill us
-"
   I had not yet incorporated Molly in our videos but now I felt the time
was ripe.  That afternoon I'd seen the little slut lying on her belly in
the bed watching television, her legs folded back, little feet up in the
air, in her little pink shorts and Osh-b'gosh red t-shirt.  I'd gone over
to her and pulled her little shorts off her butt and down to her ankles and
she'd giggled.
   "Lie still," I'd told her.
   Then I'd just stood over her looking down on her and getting hard.
   She'd looked up at me with clear blue eyes and said:
   "Daddy like Molly?"
   I snickered.
   "Yeah, you little slut.  Daddy likes very much."
   I unzipped my pants and pulled out my aching cock.
   "C'mere and lick Daddy's lollipop, you little tramp."
   I had not been neglectful of the little cunt's education so I had
already taught her this trick and she'd gone to it eagerly.
   She'd looked real cute in her t-shirt, her shorts still dangling on her
ankles, legs over the side of the bed as she'd sat on the edge of the
mattress and took my huge prick in her little hands, looked up at me
smiling and began to lick the hard red crown.
   "That's a good little pig," I'd told her.
   "Molly is Daddy's little piggie -" she'd cooed.
   "That's right," I'd reinforced.  "That's exactly what you are."
   Jessica had gotten back from town with some groceries and stood in the
doorway watching us enviously.
   "Why don't you run the shower?" I'd told my child bride.  "Time we spent
some quality time as a family."
   So that's how we ended up in the three way fuck on the bed in the cabin
with Jessica begging for the destruction of her and her daughter, my cock
half-way in my sobbing girl-child's cunt.
   Daddy's little piggie wasn't so happy and giggly now that she had to
take my fat ten inch prick in her small baby twat.
   After almost an hour of that I finally made Jessica crouch over Molly
and I put my cock deep in my child-bride's ass.  I pulled my daughter up on
her knees and made her lick my prick as it entered and exited her mother's
tight rectum leaving little trails of shit and blood on her teary angelic
face.
   It didn't take long for the cum to build up in my balls.  I shot some of
it in Jessica's asshole but most of it went on Molly's pretty little face
and mouth.
   She looked so pretty, flushed from my slap, still silently crying
inconsolably, big wads of cum spattering her little blue eyes and cheeks,
looking up at me as if seeing me for the first time.
   I stuffed my cock in her little mouth and told her to suck me clean.
   I would never forget the look on her face as she obeyed.
   Molly had discovered what being a female was all about.
   She had just found out how a man could make her hurt and cry and how
unjust it was that such pain could deeply please him.
   When I was done I made her lick and suck her momma's cunt until Jessica
came groaning and jerking around, looking up into the lense of my video
camera, her big eyes still zoned from the pot, pupils dilated.
   2.
   Breaking in a little girl can be a very rewarding task for a nasty
bad-ass like myself.  After that first fuck Molly became extremely
frightened of me and would cringe just to see me approach.  The complete
destruction of the child's mind thrilled me and with Jessica's help I
turned Molly into a model masochist.
   Like her mother I made her wear a black dog collar around her neck, the
trademark of all my bitch slaves.  Molly's was inscribed with the words
Angel- Meat'.
   By the time she was five she was taking most of my big cock in her
little cunt and up her little asshole and her body was beginning to learn
to adapt and submit to the kiss of my canes and my whips.
   Her eyes no longer held the wonder of a child.  They were blown out and
hollow - like the eyes of a concentration camp victim.
   Everything was going well, I had already made a couple of videos with my
daughter whore.  I labeled the tapes and put them in the editing bin -
Jessica and Molly - Billy and Molly - Billy, Jessica and Molly - Billy,
Jessica, Marge, Tammy and Molly - I'd told Billy not to hold back just
because Molly was a child.  Just the opposite.  I told him to show her even
more cruelty and savagery than he did with Jessica or any of the other
girls.
   I enjoyed thoroughly watching the big burly blonde redneck pound his
cock into my baby, who was probably his baby too, and make her cry and
scream with his riding crop and bamboo canes.
   And then it all went to shit.
   Somebody in the town saw the bruises on Jessica and Molly and the town
sent out a social worker, a thirty eight year old black woman by the name
of Julia Barnes.
   Well it didn't take Julia long to figure out what was going on at the
cabin.
   Especially when she went behind my back and talked to a couple of the
girls that had been in the videos.
   Shortly after that Ms.Barnes and a couple of FBI agents tracked down my
internet site.
   So that summer, eight years after I'd left prison, I was tossed back in.
   The town of Meadowville threw the book at me - incest, corruption of a
minor, child pornography, on and on.  They never did find out about the
murdered girls, Karina and the Wells sisters, though.  Not a hint.  Not a
word.
   I guessed that Billy had put the fear of God in the six other girls that
had been out at the cabin.  None of them offered as much as a peep about
that.  If they'd had things might have gone differently.  I would have
probably been sent to maximum security and put on death row.  In the back
of my mind, I knew all those girls would have to be taken care of, sooner
or later, and Billy knew it too.
   When I got sent up Jessica and Molly were allowed to remain on my
property.  I heard Jessica had gotten a job at Webster's Hardware but I
figured she was doing other things to make ends meet.  And I figured Billy
was probably involved somehow.
   The social work agency people were too stupid to realize that Jessica
was as much of a lunatic as I was.  The little nose and lip-ringed,
tattooed trailer-trash tramp was hardly the perfect mom.  But what the fuck
did they know?
   Three months later I got a letter in jail from Billy that pretty much
verified what I thought.  The production of videos had continued out at the
cabin and a new internet site had been constructed.  I felt a twinge of
jealousy.  Billy was out there enjoying the life style I'd paved the way
for.  He was enjoying my bitches too, but I knew there was nothing I could
do.
   He also wrote me about a guard working at the prison that might be able
to do something for me.  A guy named Steve Crandall.  It seemed that
Crandall could be bought.  That tempered my jealousy a bit.  Old Billy was
looking out for me after all - he was trying to help.  Or maybe he was just
hoping I didn't spill my guts while I was in prison about Karina and the
Wells sisters and implicate his sorry ass in the whole clam-bake.
   Ultimately, it was Crandall, the guard who himself that first suggested
the escape plan, at least the part involving the prison, but I gotta say it
was me that thought of the details.
   I wanted revenge on that nigger Julia Barnes and I wanted it bad.
   I also wanted to get the fuck out of jail.
   Anyway - this is the way it went down:
   On October 12th I convinced Julia to bring Jessica and Molly to
Coopersville Correctional for a visit.  I told her I wanted to set the
record straight with my family and own up to my violent behavior.
   Just like I figured, that psycho-babble went down real smooth with the
social work people and specially with the smarmy know-it-all nigger-bitch
whose fault it was that I was behind bars.  I'm sure she thought she'd get
a feather in her cap and be moved up the agency to a management position if
she was able to resolve our case.
   In the interim, Billy had done a little poking about in Julia's life and
found out that she had married very well two years earlier.  Apparently
she'd hitched up with a dude who owned a high end jewelry business in
Tucson and she was in the pink.  Billy told me she drove around in a white
Lexus when she wasn't in the government car snooping into people's
business. Imagine that - a nigger in a white Lex.  He told me she spent a
lot of time in the pricey stores at the mall and he told me he'd found out
that she probably didn't have to work at all but that she did it just to
keep busy.
   Well I was gonna give her black ass plenty of busy work.  Yes I was.
   On the 14th I was taken to visiting room 105 in the west wing.
   It was basically an empty twelve by twelve chamber with a conference
table in the middle, a window with bars on one end and a door with a small
window in it from which a guard outside could watch what was happening
inside.
   The guard outside on the 14th would naturally be none other than Steve
Crandall himself and before coming to my cell to get me, according to the
plan, he would tape a nine-millimeter automatic, and, as per my
instructions, delivered during an exercise period in the yard, quietly by
the east wall, a coil of thick rope, under the conference table in visiting
room 105 in the west wing.
   He'd been taken care of by Billy already and soon he'd be taken care of
by me - in a final, you might say non-refundable, kind of way.
   At 11AM Crandall and another guard led me into 105 and watched me as I
sat at the table.  They were quiet and poker faced.
   Julia, Jessica and Molly were brought in shortly afterwards.
   I was pleased to see that Jessica and Molly were still wearing their
dog-collars with their little name tags.
   "Daddy!" Molly cried as she saw me and ran into my arms.  I lifted her
up and her legs wrapped around my hips.  She kissed my lips excitedly and
ran her little hands through my hair.  I had trained her well.  Just like a
little puppy dog.  Even though all I'd ever shown her since that day on the
bed four years earlier was pain and submission she had learned to love me
and want me - absolutely and without question.  Incredibly, she was even
wearing red lipstick, probably at her mother's insistence.  Jessica knew
how much I enjoyed making Molly look like a little whore.  I wondered what
Julia Barnes thought about that.
   Jessica moved toward me and as Molly slid down to sit on the table she
leaned forward and kissed me on the lips.  Her eyes were slightly out of
focus. I knew she was fucked up, probably shot up with smack.
   "Mr.Sutton," Julia said extending her hand.
   I did not take it.
   She let her hand drop.
   "Perhaps we should all sit down," she said.
   The guards exited the room and closed the door.
   I sat down and while Julia began to pull papers from a leather valise
she was carrying I began to feel under the table.
   Jessica sat with Molly, who looked like a little sex doll, her little
cheeks flushed, her lips bright crimson, on her lap on the chair to my
left.
   It didn't take long to find the weapon Crandall had so thoughtfully left
for me and to peel the one strand of duct tape that held it in place.
   "I'm glad you have decided to begin the healing process," Julia said.
   What a clueless moronic cunt.  She sat across from me with a smug look
on her brown face completely unaware of what was about to happen.
   "Yeah," I told her.  "I think its time to set the record straight."
   That's when I slowly took the gun out and pointed at her.
   Julia's eyes went wide and I smiled as I saw the shock the weapon put
there.
   Jessica was smiling, her eyes dreamy.  She had known all along what was
coming.
   "That's a big gun, daddy," Molly said.  I wondered if her mom had clued
her in to the situation in any way.  The child seemed as surprised as the
black woman who sat across from me.
   "Yes, it is," I agreed.  "Its a big gun with big bullets."
   Then to Julia I said:
   "Why don't you bring the guards in, Ms.Barnes?  Please and thank you
before I blow your nigger ass to hell."
   "N-now, Mr.Sutton -"
   "Don't waste my time, nigger or I'll spray your brains all over the
walls in here - you got me?"
   She nodded, trembling and rose moving toward the door, her eyes never
leaving mine.
   As she rose I studied her.  She was well built and her expensive classy
outfit only heightened the ample curve of her hips and the full round swell
of her huge ass.  She was full titted as well and her legs, revealed to the
knees and bare, were slender and strong.
   "Guards?" she groaned weakly.  "Guards?"
   Crandall and the other man stepped into the room.  They froze
immediately.  Crandall's companion started to go for his holster.
   I shot him through the forehead.
   In the small room it was like a thunderclap.  Molly screamed shrilly as
the officer tipped back and slammed against the wall to topple heavily to
the floor, the top of his scalp blown off, blood spurting from his
shattered skull cap, eyes rolled back.  Julia gasped, hand over her mouth,
staggered to the opposite side of the room and puked into the corner.
   Crandall looked over at me.
   "Hey, man!" he said.  "That wasn't supposed to happen!  Billy told me -"
   I shot him in the eye stopping his words and sending his body flying
backward through the open doorway into the hall beyond.  Billy had given
him a down payment.  I'd just closed the account.
   Softly, Jessica began to laugh.
   "Billy -" she repeated comically.  "Billy - yeah - Billy -"
   Molly was whimpering.
   "Shut up," I told them.
   Jessica did but continued to smile dreamily, eyes twinkling dementedly.
   I moved around the table and leaned down to grab the dead guard's leg
and drag him out through the doorway and into the hall.  His head left a
trail of blood and brains on the green linoleum.
   By then sirens were going off all over the prison.
   I took the guard's walkie talkie off his chest strap and retreated back
in the room closing the door.
   Julia huddled against the wall, Jessica had slid down to sit on the
floor and Molly leaned against her fearfully, her hands in her momma's
blonde hair.
   "Alright, nigger," I told Julia.  "Get over here.  I want you on this
table naked. Yeah!  That's fucking right!  NAKED.  Let's go!  Move it!  Get
those clothes off, now! The shoes too - I want you bare-ass like the day
you came into the world."
   I turned to Jessica and my daughter.
   "You too.  Both of you.  Naked.  NOW, goddammit.  I'm not fucking
playing here."
   I was already hard by the time Julia slid out of her dark blue skirt,
business jacket and white blouse.
   She was just as plump and shapely as I'd figured and her fat round
nigger ass made my cock fill out responsively.
   "Yeah, bitch," I told her.  "That's a nice ghetto shelf.  That's real
nice.  You been giving your old man lots of that, right?  Huh?  I hope you
have.  Cause he's put up with your sorry ass social work shit.  And you
been driving that rich white folks car in town showing off - haven't you
nigger?  Huh?  Haven't you?"
   "Mr.  Sutton please..."
   "Shut up, nigger!  You fucked my life up.  You put me in here.  Now
you're gonna pay.  Get up on that table.  Get up on there now, you sleazy
black cunt. Go on.  Take that fucking bra off.  I wanna see your fat
tits...yeahh...yeahh...that's it - and the panties.  Yes, the panties, not
tomorrow slut - NOW!  before I decide to put my gun in your cunt instead of
my cock - yeah - that's right - I'm gonna fuck you.  GET ON THE FUCKING
TABLE!"
   Julia Barnes was not half bad looking for a thirty eight year old black
woman.  She'd never had children so her belly was still smooth if a bit
bulgy.  Her hips, like I said before, were wide and strong and her legs
were long, like a dancer's.  The bitch had Tina Turner legs.  I watched her
bend all the way down to peel her panties down to her feet, to kick free of
them in her elegant half-heels.  Her big paps hung down like cow udders.
   As she rose to sit on the edge of the table, there was a pouting anger
on her face.
   "On your back, nigger - and spread your legs," I said roughly, unzipping
my fly with my free hand to pull my cock out.
   My erection boomed out from the open slit of my prison uniform pants.
   "Mmmmm," Jessica moaned from the other side of the room.  "I miss that."
   I guessed Billy just hadn't been able to hit her spot the way I could.
   Molly was just staring, no longer whimpering.  I could tell she missed
me just as much as her momma.
   "Yeah?" I retorted.  "Well why don't you come over here and show me and
Julia here how much you missed it - and bring Molly."
   Out in the hallway there were shouts.
   I saw a couple of guards' faces in the small peep-window on the door.
   They were about to push the door open but then they just stood there
staring through the glass in amazement, whispering to each other.  I knew
that the sight of the naked females, especially Julia laid out on the table
in front of me, and me with my cock in full regalia, as it were, put an
unexpected wrench in their short-range plan of action.
   I picked up the walkie-talkie.
   "Get the fuck away from that door - all'a you - in fact, get out of this
whole wing or I'll waste all three of these bitches - you got me?  If I see
another goddamn face there's gonna be cuntjuice all over this fuckin'
room."
   The faces disappeared and the noise outside abated.
   "Good," I said.  "I need to concentrate."
   I began to stroke myself slowly.
   Jessica sank down to her knees on my right.  Molly stood to my left. 
The child's body was pale and smooth, her blonde hair had grown to the
middle of her back.  She was now almost eight years old.  Before me on the
table, Julia lay nervously, still pouting, but her eyes glittering with
tears.  Her black skin shone in the glare of the overhead fluoresecent
lights that hung and buzzed in the ceiling, a nice contrast to Jessica's
and Molly's snow-toned bodies.
   "Lick me," I told my wife and daughter.
   Obediently they complied, on both sides of me, lovingly.
   I could see they had indeed missed me since I'd been away.
   Both of their dog-collars tinkled as they moved.  I really liked that
sound.
   "Get your ass right on the edge of the table, nigger," I told Julia
gruffly.
   She too obeyed but more reluctantly.
   "You're destroying your child's life, Charlie," Julia said lifting her
head to look at me.
   "What I do with my child is my business, nigger."
   "Yeah," Jessica added, her lips leaving my cock as she spoke, her dreamy
eyes floating up to look into mine.  "You tell er, Charlie - you tell the
stupid bitch - show er who's boss."
   "Please, Charlie -" Julia said more softly now as I put my cock to her
black slit.  Molly was licking me and smiling wickedly and between her and
her mom they had my long white shaft all slick and ready for the
penetration.
   "Don't do this - think of the trauma you'll cause in the minds of these
young girls."
   I grabbed her ankles and raised her legs on either side of me.
   "Think of the trauma I'm gonna cause you, slut," I spat and pushed hard
into the black social worker's pussy.
   "Awhhhh!" Julia grunted, and her hands grabbed the side of the table,
her long nails scraping noisily against the wood.  The case-file papers
she'd laid out on the table crumpled under her back, her leather valise
tumbling to the floor, spilling out more papers which smeared across the
puddle of blood the dead guard had left on the concrete floor.
   The black woman was dry inside and I rammed as deep into her as I could.
Molly and Jessica leaned over the edge of the table to continue licking my
prick lubing it as it slid out of Julia's pink cunt.
   "That's it," I told them.  "Just keep licking.  Don't fucking stop.  I'm
gonna make this nigger mine."
   I fucked Julia hard.  I hadn't had me any pussy for almost four months
and for a man like me that was used to steady daily diet of it that was the
worst part of prison.  It was the main reason I needed to break out. 
Getting killed trying to escape was not much of a deterrent to me. 
Foremost in my mind, above any thought of life or safety was the punishment
of the black sow that had terminated my freedom.  I needed to break her no
matter how dangerous the situation might be - no matter if Jessica or Molly
lost their lives too.
   This nigger was gonna pay.  I lifted her legs higher and pounded into
her.
   "You stinking coon bitch," I snarled at her.  "This is what a real man
feels like - not that Uncle Tom nigger you married."
   At ten inches, my white prick could easily compete with any black
stallion Julia might have ever accomodated.  After a couple of minutes I
was pumping and humping her with both of my girls slicking my shaft as it
pistoned in and out.
   "You like that dark meat, don't you, Charlie?" Jessica asked slurring
the words, looking up at me.  I wondered if she would be too stoned to get
through the rest of what lay ahead but was too worked up to care.  Maybe
all of us would die today.  The thought held no real meaning for me.
   Molly's soft lips pressed against the other side of my shaft, her little
mouth open, her pink tongue teasing the gnarled surface of my massive
organ. She said nothing but made little moaning noises in her throat.
   "Get up on the table," I told Jessica.  "Sit on her face."
   I ordered Molly to slide down underneath me and lick my balls as Jessica
obeyed, stepping up on the metal table which was bolted to the floor and
did not even creak when it took her weight.
   Holding on to my shoulders, Jessica pushed her hairless pussy mound down
into Julia's face.
   "Nggg!  Stop!  Stop it!" the black social worker protested.
   Jessica just smiled, the silver ring in her mouth shiny and wet.  She
crouched lower and pressed her butt down on the nigger-woman's face.
   Underneath me Molly's tongue was sending bits of heaven through me.  My
balls were swollen and hot, my cock was throbbing explosively and I was
rocking back and forth, gripping Julia's ankles hard to slam deep into her
cunt which now began to finally juice up under my assault.  Jessica's pussy
muffled the negress's protests and soon both of us were almost cumming. 
Jessica grabbed my hair and held my head kissing me as she slammed her cunt
down against Julia's face her nose ring brushing against my cheek, her lip
ring clicking on my teeth.  I looked into her heroin-glassy eyes and
watched her start to cum.  It was all I could do to hold back and not shoot
off inside Julia's cunt.
   Wisps of Jessica's soft blonde hair caressed my face.
   "Ahhh!  Yeahh!" she groaned loudly, desperately.  "Ohghh Jeesus, Charlie
- Ohh Goddd - uhhh!  Uhh!  Uhh!  UU-UhhnnnhHHNHHHH!"
   Her feet arched under her cocked legs raising her slightly and she threw
her head back, the spasms of pleasure coursing through her as she scraped
her clit against Julia's nose.
   "Ohh Charlie - ohh Goddd - ohh shittt - goddamn fuckkk - Charlie -"
   "Ghhghhmm!  GHH!" came Julia's smothered grunts.
   I rammed my cock deep into the nigger taking full possesion of her while
Molly worked my balls.
   Jessica slid off the table and went down to join my daughter, both of
them licking me, caressing me, working me up.  Jessica continued to frig
herself and moan and quiver.
   Then, reluctantly, I slid out of Julia's cunt and reached under the
table for the stretch of rope Crandall had left for me.
   I tossed one end up to a ventilation pipe that ran from one side of the
room to the other and I made a loop-noose on the other end and slipped it
over Julia's head.  Before she realized what I was doing I yanked the
nigger by her noosed neck into a sitting position then reached out to pull
her completely off the table.
   She gave out a startled choked off cry as she struggled to stand on her
toes, her hands reaching up to the strangling rope around her neck.
   "Put em down," I hissed and she obeyed unwillingly, her big brown eyes
now pleading with mine, brows arched, nigger-lipped mouth wide and gasping,
as she dropped her arms to her sides bent at the elbows, hands reaching out
and finding nothing, long nailed fingers twitching.
   "Choke, you piece of shit," I told her meanly tugging on the rope,
making her come up almost off her toes.
   She tried to talk but only gurgled and gasped, mouth wide.
   I told Jessica to pick up Julia's panties and stuff her mouth with them.
   My child bride hopped to it while little Molly continued to lick my
thighs and knees lovingly, her little hands caressing my legs.
   I took Molly by her blonde head and tilted her head back to look down at
her.
   "Get up on the table," I told her.
   "Daddy fuck Molly?" she asked eagerly.
   "Yeah.  Daddy fuck Molly.  Get up on here.  That's right.  Spread your
legs, baby.  That's nice.  Real nice.  Yeah.  Let's show Julia what incest
looks like - up close and personal."
   Still holding the black social worker up on her toes by her noosed neck
I moved forward to place my pulsing organ up against my child's slick
little pussy slit.
   Molly's baby cooze was red and swollen and I could see she'd been
frigging herself.  A drop of moist and milky fluid dripped from the mouth
of my angel's pussymouth.
   "Lick that up," I told Jessica.  "Get your daughter ready for me - You
know how I like it."
   "Yes, master," Jessica moaned softly now sinking to her knees under my
strong thighs to lick Molly's tender little cuntmound and the tip of my
cock passionately, her back to me, her red and purple tattoos making me
smile.
   Julia looked on horrified, her fat-lipped mouth stuffed full with the
satiny fabric of her expensive underwear.
   I tugged on the rope and heard it scrape against the pipe above me as
Julia rose right up on her tippy toes, which were painted wine-red, just
like her fingernails, tears now spilling from her big nigger-cow eyes, a
gasping in her throat, her hands moving back up to the choking rope strand.
   "Keep em at your sides if you want to live, pig," I told her and as she
did I moved Jessica's head out of the way, put my cock up against Molly's
little slit and pushed into my daughter's warm tight vagina.
   "Mmmm," Jessica moaned as she watched my fat long meat-shaft slide into
her daughter's little cunt.
   Molly's sexhole, after years of penetrations now offered no resistance.
Instead the little bitch began to groan softly, her lips swollen, her eyes
closed in pleasure.
   "Fuck me, daddy - ahh - f-fuck m-meee..."
   Julia tried to close her eyes and look away but I yanked on the rope
almost pulling her up off her feet and killing her right then.
   "Look at us, bitch!" I shouted at her.  "Does this look like an unhappy
family to you?  Who the fuck do you think you are, telling us how to live?
Who gave you the right to screw up our lives?  This is how I've taught my
bitches to be - this is how they want to be for me - and its nobody's
fucking business but my own."
   Her eyes flashed at me, brows knitted together in righteous anger.
   I tugged on the rope viciously and she hung by her neck off her feet her
face no longer reflecting anger but helplessness and terror.
   "Yeah.  Nhhh - I know you think I'm a sick bastard but I have every
right to be a sick bastard without having a black cunt comin' into MY house
telling me how to treat MY fucking child and MY fuckin' wife.  They're
MINE, nigger.  I do with them whatever I WANT...Now here's the plan,
scumbag - uhhh.  You're gonna get on the walkie talkie and tell the guards
we're gonna come out.  Tell them they need to have a van ready for us and
that if its not out there in the yard in fifteen minutes I'm gonna waste
all three of you."
   I reached out and took the panties out of Julia's mouth letting her back
slowly down on her toes.  Her eyes now avoided mine and I knew she might be
thinking the situation through, trying to plan something.
   "Would you really kill me?" Jessica asked softly as I handed Julia the
small walkie talkie communicator.  I could see my nubile wife was rubbing
herself again. "Would you - kill Molly?"
   "What do you think, cunt?" I asked pushing deep into my daughter's soft
pussymeat.  Molly's cunt was exquisitely tight around me.
   Jessica nodded slowly.
   "I know you would - I can't wait for it - both of us - both -" and she
rubbed her slit harder and pursed her lips to kiss my hard-on as it plunged
in deep, achingly deep into my moaning blonde daughter.  She licked Molly's
little cunt around my stiff member then bent underneath me to cup my balls
in her lips.  She pressed her face up between by asscheeks and thrust her
tongue into my asshole.
   Shuddering with pleasure I remembered how Jessica had tasted, her little
titties riddled with belt-buckle welts that day long ago in the desert when
I'd made her mine fuckin' her against the broken fence post, my boots
sinking into the sand, her small white feet kicking the air on either side
of me as I held her legs up.
   I'd tortured her well into the night that first time, pressing a lit
cigarette into her little cunt, pouring boiling water from the campfire on
her thighs, cutting her with my knife and beating her with a long wooden
dowel I'd found in my old man's trailer.  But when I'd fucked her on the
ground, the clear star-ridden sky above us, the cold desert wind whipping
up the scrub brush, she'd promised her love and her loyalty to me forever
and her cunt had been warm and wet and tight against me.
   From that day I'd known Jessica would give her all for my pleasure.
   Her absolute all.
   I knew that I would own her heart and her soul and her body.
   And I knew she fantasized deeply about dying for me.  I knew when the
time came she would please me and give her life and Molly's without
question. "Hello -"Julia gasped into the walkie talkie.
   Julia watched me fuck Molly with anguished disgust as she continued to
press the talk button on the communicator.  I watched her carefully as her
eyes trailed back up to mine - It was not going to be easy to break this
nigger cow.  She was tough and smart and now that she knew I'd used her and
lied to her in order to set up my escape she would be looking for a way to
get back at me.  But in the end, I knew she would break - just like every
female stupid enough to cross my path.
   "This - this is Julia B-Barnes.  Mr.  Sutton needs a van in the yard -
in fifteen minutes - or he will kill his wife his daughter and me."
   Her words thrilled me and I smiled and pushed deep into Molly making my
sweet blonde baby-fuck squeal and grip the table, her arms out on either
side of her, her beautiful blue eyes staring up at the ceiling, her painted
lips parted and wet.
   As Julia released the talk button a voice cackled on the walkie talkie.
   "We hear you, Ms.Barnes.  Tell Mr.  Sutton we'll have the van ready."
   "Yeah -" I retorted sarcastically.  "And the sharpshooters too."
   "Please, Charlie -" Julia pleaded.  "Give yourself up.  You don't have a
ch-"
   I yanked hard on the rope and her eyes went almost comically wide on her
pretty nigger face as I tugged her off her feet.  The walkie talkie dropped
from her hand and clattered to the floor.
   I held Julia up there while I slow-fucked Molly and Jessica licked my
balls and my asshole moaning under me.  I held that nigger up there just as
long as I could without finishing er.  After all I knew I was gonna need
her ass to get out and I didn't want to fuck up my chances of escape.  I
also had major plans for her afterwards.  Major fuckin' plans.
   Slowly I let her back down on her feet as I slid out of my daughter's
pussy.
   I tucked my cock back into my pants and cocked the nine millimeter.
   "Alright," I told my bitches.  "Its time to get rolling."
   I slipped the noose off Julia's head as she gasped and tilted drunkenly
on her feet trying to get her breath back.  Then I tied the three naked
females by their wrists to each other, Julia and Jessica with Molly between
them.  Then I looped the rope around each woman's belly and, creating a
shield of woman-flesh around myself, grouping them around me, I shoved them
out the door, my gun in one hand and the end of the rope on the other.
   Just as I'd thought, the cops were waiting for us as we exited the
building.
   But I could see the look of surprise on their faces, even fifty yards
away, as they saw me come out of the building tightly circled by three
naked females.
   I could only imagine what the snipers on the roof were thinking when
their telescopic sites honed in on Julia's big juicy boobs or Jessica's
shaved muff or little Molly's bare little belly.  If it was me behind those
guns I know I would have been tempted to take some shots.
   The van was about twenty feet away and I moved the women toward it
keeping my gun on Molly's head as my captives' bare feet shuffled across
the hot asphalt.
   "Don't do it, Charlie," Julia groaned.  She was sweating like a pig and
I could see that the rope had left a reddish purple chafe mark on her neck.
I knew the cops could see that too and they knew that of the three females
Julia would be the first to go.  They knew the black woman would be
expendable and they might even be prepared to shoot at me right through her
if they could.  The child however, was a different matter.
   I maneuvered my moving team of sluts toward the side door of the vehicle
which I was happy to see was the cargo van with no windows.  I knew that it
was the only van available in the time frame I'd given the guards, a dark
gray Dodge which was used to transport supplies in and out of the prison.
By giving the officials no time in which to think about the choice I knew,
as I'd learned from guard Crandall, that this van would end up being the
one they'd get for me.
   "Mr.Sutton," one of the guards called out using a megaphone.  "Please
release your hostages and surrender.  You know you can't get far."
   "Fuck you, asshole," I growled and half pushed, half lifted the bitches
up into the van as I climbed in with them sliding the doors shut behind me.
   I made Jessica sit in the passenger seat and forced Julia to straddle
the hump between the seats.  As I slid into the driver's seat I pulled
Molly in with me making her straddle me, her arms around me, her head on my
shoulder.  She was crying and trembling.
   Starting up the van I continued to hold the gun to Molly's little head
so that the cops could see.  The women were still twined together by the
rope I'd used to hang Julia with, Julia's wrist resting on Jessica's bare
thigh on one side and on mine on the other.  I knew if the snipers started
shooting they would probably hit Molly and if that happened, which was
highly improbable, I would tug on the rope and use the other two cunts for
protection.
   The van's motor rumbled softly as I put it in gear.  The gas tank was
half full - enough to get me where I was going.
   We rolled forward slowly toward the main gate.
   In the side rear-view mirror I could see a cordon of guards closing up
behind the van as it moved.
   When we got to the gate I stopped and waited.
   Two full minutes went by.
   It was hot in the van, the air conditioning did not work.
   I could smell the sweat of my nigger prisioner and see it dripping off
her.
   Jessica was looking down at the floor, her head sagging, nodding.
   Molly clung to me whimpering.
   The guards in the tower above were pointing their rifles.  I could feel
their eyes taking aim on me and I gritted my teeth and continued to wait,
gripping the black steering wheel tightly with my free hand.  Incredibly, I
was still hard, my prick swollen and moist, smelling of salty cum, inside
my pants.  After three months of nothing but hand jobs in my cell the rape
of the black social worker and the short stretch of action with Molly had
really gotten me going.  That shit had been like a match lighting a fuse on
a keg of dynamite.  When the explosion came it would not be a happy time
for any cunts in my immediate vicinity.
   Finally, when it seemed it was never going to happen, the big gate slid
open.
   I rolled down the window and gestured to a guard standing near the gate.
   "You!  Get the fuck over here."
   He jogged up to the side of the van and looked up into my face.  He was
a young guy, maybe twenty five and the fear made his dark brown eyes squint
and his lip twitch.
   "If anybody follows me -" I told him.  "If I see any cars, trucks,
helicopters - anything - these bitches die.  You got it?"
   He stared back blankly.
   "Do you understand what I just said?" I snarled fiercely.
   He nodded stupidly.
   "Tell them," I said.  "Make sure you tell them."
   I drove slowly past the gate and on to the narrow roadway that led to
Highway 56.
   Jessica was still out of it, her head nodding now and then.  She never
even looked up.
   Julia was looking straight ahead, her jaw set, her African features
expressionless, sullen.
   I saw the cordon of guards come through the gates and I saw the man I'd
spoken to talking to the guy with the megaphone.
   The prison buildings got smaller and smaller behind me and then I was
turning left on to the empty highway.
   Molly clung against me.
   "I love you, daddy," she said softly against my cheek and pressed her
bare little ass down against the massive erection in my pants.
   It was one thirty in the afternoon and the sky was clear and cloudless.
   "Alright," I said.  Julia did not look at me but I saw her eyes flicker
for a moment as I growled: "Now the real fun begins."
   3.
   Highway 56 intersected several dirt roads as it moved northwest toward
the desert.  Several of those roads lead into wooded areas that were part
of a huge uninhabited national park.  Off one of those roads, the fifth one
on the right, Billy was waiting, about two miles in, as we'd planned, with
a U-Haul truck.
   By then I had Molly on her knees in front of me under the steering wheel
column sucking the swollen head of my cock, which is all she could fit in
her tiny mouth, and smiling up at me as I drove.  The little bitch's red
lipstick was smearing all over my prick.
   Julia still stared straight ahead emotionlessly and Jessica looked out
the window at the passing scenery with glazed eyes.
   I pulled up beside the U-Haul truck and Billy came to the van's door. 
He tugged it open and saw Molly, her little mouth full, between my knees.
   "Well, goddamn!  Looks like the party's already started," he jeered.
   I pulled my cock from my young daughter's mouth and she pouted.
   "More, daddy," she moaned.  "Pleeeease?"
   Billy handed me a knife and I cut the child free of the ropes that bound
her to the other two women in the van.
   "Don't worry, sweetheart.  You're gonna get lots more real fuckin' soon.
Lots more."
   Billy snickered as he lifted Molly out of the van.  The child allowed
herself to be carried.
   I put my lipstick smeared organ back in my pants and tugged on the end
of the rope to yank Julia and Jessica out through the driver's side of the
van on to the road.  Jessica tottered unsteadily on her feet in the rock
strewn dirt, raising her hands to shield her eyes from the glare of the
sun.
   Billy yanked the sliding door of the U-Haul's truck cargo box up,
opening it wide.
   Iside the truck there were six naked young girls, hogtied and
ball-gagged, lying on top of what looked like a bed-sheet.  They were
flushed and sweaty from being locked up in the hot space.  Their terror was
evident in their wild eyes and desperate twisting movements.  I smiled as I
recognized the grunting gasping victims, and so did Julia.
   These were the girls Billy and I had used in our S&M videos, the girls
Julia had spoken to before she'd made her report to the authorities about
me.  Along with Jessica and Molly they were a liability to Billy and I. 
The plan for escape would have been incomplete if it had not included them.
   "Looks like you've been having a party of your own," I told Billy.
   "You know it," he said, lifting Molly up into the U-Haul.
   Jessica and Julia were still tied by their wrists and waists.
   "Get in the truck," I told them.
   "Mr.  Sutton," the black social worker said staring at me in disbelief.
"This is kidnapping.  Do you realize -"
   Before she could say anything else I slapped her viciously across the
face.
   "I said - GET IN THE FUCKIN' TRUCK."
   "Yeah, nigger," Billy growled grabbing Julia by her kinky black hair and
moving her toward the U-Haul, tugging Jessica with her.
   "You're gonna be the star of our little show - frickin' jungle bunny."
   The two women scrambled up into the truck and we slammed the door shut
and bolted it.
   Billy had a shirt and a pair of jeans for me.  We didn't want my prison
uniform to get anyone's attention on the road.  So I stripped it off,
tossed it into the prison van, and put on the clothes Billy gave me.
   Leaving the escape vehicle behind we drove the U-Haul to a connecting
strip of asphalt that wound through seven miles of woodland before coming
up on a metal-bar gate.
   Billy stepped out and drove through the gate.
   That stretch of road led twisting and bumping to Interstate 45 and by
late afternoon we were out of New Mexico and in Colorado.  As far as we
could tell no one had trailed us.  We encountered no road-blocks and saw no
helicopters.
   More than likely the authorities had taken my threat seriously and by
the time they got their act together and got on the case we were long gone.
   As we'd planned three weeks earlier, Billy and I drove the women to the
abandoned slaughterhouse we'd bought a year earlier.
   Through an associate of Billy's we'd been able to purchase the building
and surrounding property and our names never appeared on the deed.  So
there would be no chance for authorities to ever track us there.  The
abandoned slaughterhouse had always been our ace in the hole in case things
went wrong.
   The time to use it had definitely come.
   As we drove, swigging on beer and Jack Daniels, Billy told me how he'd
gotten the place ready, how he'd rigged up a couple of generators for the
lights and got running water going.
   By the time we pulled up in front of the ramshackle building we had a
nice buzz going on.  We were fired up and ready to go.
   It was a hell of a party right from the beginning.
   We got the bitches out of the truck and into the building, untying the
hogtied girls, leaving them hobbled with leg-cuffs and hooking them all
together with a strand of chain, Julia, Jessica and Molly leading the way
as we walked em all single file into the dark abandoned factory.
   It was a nice parade of nude female meat, marching right into the
killing place, just like the thousands of head of cattle that had been
herded through this place years before.
   Billy and I wanted a bit of fun before the killin' started in earnest so
we took June and Kelly - two of the six cunts Billy had brought in the
U-Haul and after we tied up the remaining females to the concrete pillars,
two to a column, except for Jessica who hung by her wrists from a chain
with Molly tied to her legs, and Julia who hung by her wrists from a chain,
her wrists leather-cuffed together, her mouth stuffed with a dirty rag I'd
found on the floor, we started right in.
   We were in the main room of the slaughter house, a large space with
chains and meathooks hanging from above and metal tables with blood-stained
wood slabs and large sinks all around, brightly lit, thanks to the
generators Billy had rigged up.  The floor was concrete slab and the tables
and chairs and some benches were scattered about in disarray, left that way
probably since the place had been abandoned when the company went broke six
years earlier.
   We took June and Kelly and tied their arms and wrists up behind them
real tight.  We ball-gagged June and ring-gagged Kelly and both of them
were crying and carrying on as we pulled down a couple of small meathooks
that hung from chains and shoved them up their pussies.  The dangling end
of the chains we attached to the girl's wrists behind them so that June's
cunt-hook went up into the pulley overhead and down to Kelly's wrists and
vice versa.  This made both girls dependent on each other.  If they tugged
back away from each other the hooks would rip into the tender inner meat of
their cunts.  Then we stripped naked, picked up a couple of bullwhips Billy
had brought and began the festivities.
   June and Kelly danced desperately to the savage rhythm Billy and I set
up.
   We circled the two little bitches swinging our whips and giving them
hell and they jerked and twitched up on their toes whining and squealing
and begging unintelligibly.
   After a good twenty cuts each we tied the girls by their long manes of
hair to overhead rope-lines before resuming the flogging.  They looked real
pretty that way and I couldn't help an occasional swat at their lovely
faces, especially June who looked real fetching with that big red ball in
her mouth.
   Billy and I beat both girls hard, jerking off as we did, laughing and
enjoying their suffering.  This was play time.  The tension of the
jail-break was left behind and forgotten.  Fierce welts began to pop up on
our sluts, on their smooth legs and calves and bellies and tits and the
swish-smack of our bullwhips echoed in the empty building.  Blood began to
dribble from their meat-hooked cunts.
   The other females looked on, the four Billy had brought wide-eyed and
terrified, still gagged, roped to the pillars - Jessica glazed-eyed - Molly
hugging her momma's thighs, her wrists roped tightly together, looking at
us over her shoulder, her blue eyes brightly curious - Julia staring in
shock and disbelief, straining, her upraised arms sore and numb, forced to
stand tip-toe.
   When June and Kelly were covered with whipcuts and bleeding profusely
from their twats we cut them down, yanked out the meathooks which were
imbedded in them, and tied them on the floor, back to back, legs bent,
June's head to Kelly's feet, Kelly's head to June's feet, trapping each
girl's neck between the other girl's ankles which we roped tight,
strangling our victims, ankle bones pressing into carotid arteries as the
rope loops were cinched tightly.
   We stood over them and watched them choke for a while then we picked up
these pitchforks that Billy had found in the slaughterhouse and we stood
over June and Kelly.
   It was killing time.
   The whores saw it coming, choking and screaming and we grunted as we
slammed the tines of the pitchforks down into their sides, ripping them out
to plow their bellies.
   They screamed and vomited blood and the other girls screamed, including
Julia who keened into the dirty rag that was stuffed down her throat.
   Oh yeah, we plowed into June and Kelly - plowed into them real hard -
into their pretty whipped thighs and their tits and their ankles, gouging
through legmeat and right into faces and necks.
   Its hard work killing bitches and don't let nobody tell you different.
   Billy and I were already working up a sweat and we'd barely just got
started.
   June died first and then Kelly who looked up at me as I slammed the
pitchfork into her head and left it in her.
   Then we got Cindy and Sandra - two little foxes who always hung out in
the Skullcap Bar in town.
   By then Billy and I were worked up so we fucked the two bitches first,
fucked each girl then double-teamed each girl, both of them with their arms
tied up behind them.  I slammed Cindy against the floor on top of her arms
when I fucked her and I busted both her wrists.  While Billy Fucked Sandra
I punched her face and broke her nose.  Billy beat the shit out Cindy - by
then he was in a deep sadistic high - and he broke a couple of ribs on er
and kneed her cunt until she pissed blood.
   Then we got Sandra up on one of those wooden benches, legs wide open,
she bent over it, and we got Cindy on her knees behind her to eat her pussy
while we whaled into both of them with wooden sticks.
   The bitches kept trying to move so we tied Cindy by the neck,
choke-tight, to the bench, her face between Sandra's buttcheeks and we put
a meathook through Sandra's tongue and tied it to the bench too so if she
had any idea she was gonna be gettin' up offa there she was gonna have to
rip out her tongue then we got a couple of steel bars and went about
slashing these two little fucks to pieces.
   Finally, to put em out of their misery, Billy got the shotgun, put it to
the back of Cindy's head and fired a double round right through her and
into Sandra.  Part of the ammo and a fair amount of gore smacked into the
wall opposite the girls.  Both sluts exploded and went limp but stayed just
the way we'd propped em up drippin' guts and blood on the floor.
   Sandra lived just a bit longer than Cindy and we both stood in front of
her pushing our cocks into her mouth at the same time, spreading her mouth
way wide, as she gasped her last.
   Now we had two of the sleazy cunts Billy had brought in the U-Haul left,
Tessy and Anita.  Anita was a beautiful bitch.  Big-titted, brown skinned,
with emerald green eyes.  Maybe subconsciously we'd saved her for the last
of the six. Tessy was a skinny brunette with nice legs - a real druggie but
a fine fuck by any man's standard.
   We took Tessy down first.  We smacked her around, punched her, kicked
her, whipped her, sat her on the ground and hung her ankles up, pulled her
legs back, tied her wrists behind her and used an acetylene torch on the
backs of her thighs. Billy shoved the flaming torch right in her cunt and
while she screamed and bawled I pissed on her face.  I took the torch from
Billy and burned her eyes out, shoved the torch in her mouth and burned out
her tongue and throat.  She gagged, puked, sobbed and then we put the
shotgun in her twat and blew her to hell.
   Now we took Anita.
   This slut had been a part of my stable for the last two years and both
Billy and I had our fill of her.  We'd tortured her and fucked her
countless times and she'd never failed to come back for more.
   "I've wanted to take this pig apart for a real long time," Billy growled
as we hung her by her ankles from ceiling chains, her legs wide apart. 
We'd left the ball- gag in her mouth and she was sniveling, tears and
mucous dribbling into her hair as she hung upside down.  Anita knew this
was her last round and there was no way out.  I tied her wrists behind her
tight with a strand of wire and watched Billy pace around looking for
something.
   He found a heavy wooden dowel with spiky nails driven through it and he
came back.
   When Anita saw it she began to wheeze and howl and jerk around.
   "Take er," I told Billy.
   As he circled the hanging bitch the killing weapon in his hand I went to
Molly and released her from the ropes that held her to her momma's thighs.
   By then Jessica had come down off her high enough to realize what was
going on.  Her eyes were dreamy.
   "Us too?" she asked.  "Me and Molly?"
   "Yes," I replied.
   She sighed and trembled and looked down.
   "Thank you, master," she moaned softly.
   Molly slid up in front of me and began to rub her face against my prick
looking up at me.
   "Daddy kill all the girls?"
   I nodded.
   "Molly and momma too?"
   Behind me I heard a meaty thud and a screeching cry as Billy smashed the
spiked club into Anita's juicy tit globes.
   The sound made my cock pulse against my daughter's face.
   "Molly and momma too," I snarled.
   Lifting Molly by her waist I made her straddle my prick and I entered
her.
   She moaned and threw her little head back, wrapped her legs around me as
I turned to watch Billy slash into Anita's tits with crippling full
strength blows of the spiked club.
   From a few feet away Julia watched me fuck my daughter, her eyes moving
from me to the bloody beating of Anita and back.
   She was crying.
   I smiled as I worked Molly back and forth against me, my strong hands
around both her hips.
   The child had started to sob softly, her head hanging back, her long
flowing blonde hair bobbing.
   "I love you, daddy," she whined.  "But I don't wanna die - don't wanna
-"
   I watched speckles of blood spatter off Anita and on to Billy's white
thighs as his club smacked into her.
   "Uhhnn!" I grunted pushing as deep into my daughter's tight little cooze
as I could go.  "If you love me then you'll die for me - that's all.  Love
me.  Die for me."
   "Pleeease -" she pleaded.  "Pleeease daddy."
   "Please nothing, you little shit.  Take daddy's cock and shut the fuck
up."
   "An-nhhh - yes, d-daddy -"
   She continued to sob quietly as I slammed her, her little heels digging
into the back of my thighs and I watched Billy butcher Anita with the
spiked club tearing her big paps to bloody pieces, smashing her rib-cage in
and pounding her strong hips and thighs to a pulp.  I watched the blonde
bitch killer finally go down on one knee, tear the ball gag out of the
upside down slut and lift his cock into her mouth.  Her blood was pouring
down off her chest and on to his thighs as he slid into her throat and
started pissing.
   When he finished he rose, lifted the club high and smashed it as hard as
he could down into her cunt.
   Then he ripped it out of her and while she screamed and choked dripping
piss and blood from her face he leaned down and swung the club across her
head shattering her skull and killing her instantly.
   He stood there for a moment jerking off over the dead bitch then he
moved across the room to Julia.
   The nigger shook her head and tried to back away, her toes slipping on
the concrete as Billy bent down slightly to place the killing club up
against her twat.  With one violent motion he pushed the nail-spiked wood
half way into Julia's cunt then reached up to yank the rag out of her mouth
so that she could scream her head off.  He stood in front of her and
watched her for a few minutes jerking off as she begged for mercy.  I
continued to fuck Molly slowly, my cock impossibly filling my daughter's
tiny vagina as I watched Julia hanging by her wrists, legs wide, her cunt
raped by Billy's crude club.
   Then Billy turned to me smiling.
   "Having fun, Charlie?"
   "Shit, yeah.  Best time I've had in a long time."
   And it was too.
   4.
   The Labrador-Wellesley slaughterhouse was in business again - after an
eight year hiatus.
   Chuck Sutton and Billy Hayes were the star employees.
   We were on top of the world.
   The six dead cow-cunts hung all in a row by their cuffed ankles,
assembly-line style, the same way cow carcasses had hung here years before.
When we finished with one we rolled her on down the line and got to the
next one.
   June, Kelly, Cindy, Sandra, Tessy and Anita.
   Cows.
   Slaughter-meat.
   Yep.  We hung em up and gutted em just for the fucking hell of it while
Julia screamed and Jessica and Molly knelt at our feet and sucked our
cocks.
   I'm tellin' ya that killin' cunt is hard work and we were working up a
sweat Billy and I.
   The nigger was next and she knew it.
   The nigger was special.
   Billy had taken down Anita but the nigger - the nigger was MINE.
   And she had to be mine all the fucking way.  I wanted the cunt's soul as
well as her filthy black twat and that was gonna take a bit of doing.
   After Billy and I collected the innards of the six dead girls in a big
gutbucket all of us including Jessica and Molly were covered with blood and
messy with gore.  We must've looked a pretty sight because that black bitch
didn't stop her wailing for Jesus in heaven for even a second.
   Things were spinning nicely by then.  Both Billy and I were drunk. 
Billy had shot Jessica full of smack again.  Julia still hung by her wrists
with the club that had killed Anita shoved half-way up her cunt.
   I watched Billy fuck Jessica on a big wooden table while Molly licked
his cock and balls just the way I'd trained her.  Molly was up on the table
straddling her mom, rubbing her little pussy on Jessica's mouth.  Jessica
lay on her back, totally zoned, on the table and Billy stood on the floor
legs wide apart leaning down over both females his hips thrust-humping his
big prick into my young bitch-slave bride while my daughter - or maybe his
daughter, who the fuck knew?  - licked the pistoning shaft and the wet red
slit of her mom's cunt.  All three of them were messy from the blood of the
dead girls.  The smell of the gutted bitches just hung in the air.
   After I jerked off for a while just watching I turned to Julia.
   "So how do you like the party so far, pig?"
   "Dear Jesus - you sick sick bastard - you killed those girls - oh God -
dear God - just killed them -"
   "Yeah.  So what?  Is God gonna strike me down, Julia?  Huh?  Think the
good Lord above gives a good shit about what's going on down here?  Look at
me, cunt. See?  See me jerkin' off?  See how much I'm enjoying myself? 
There's no fuckin' God here, slut - is there?"
   Her eyes were all bloodshot and teary and I knew that the club Billy had
shoved up into her had torn her apart pretty good and it probably hurt like
shit. But there was a stubborn streak in the bitch.
   "You're gonna burn in hell, Charlie Sutton," she groaned in a quavering
voice.
   I laughed.
   "Maybe I will, bitch - Maybe I will - but you're gonna burn right here."
   I went up to her and yanked the club out of her and she screamed, head
thrown back, her face twisted with pain.
   Then I got me the torch.
   "Yeah - You're gonna burn right fuckin' now."
   First thing I tied her ankles to pillars on either side of her, legs far
apart, then I hauled her up off her feet, hauled her up high so that her
cunt would be easy for me to work on.  I ran my hands over her sweating
black flesh.  She was hot and smooth and she stank of niggermeat.
   "I'm gonna fuck you up, Julia - gonna fuck you up bad -"
   Her cunt was still bleeding from the intrusion of the nail-spiked club
as I spread her labia open and drove the fishing hooks through each side. I
tied the hooks off with bits of wire around each of her thigh-slabs so that
her pussy-lips were hook-pulled wide open exposing the pink meat of her
vagina.  Then I reached up and bound each of her big tit-bags in tight wire
loops, squeezing them until they jutted out like twin dark-capped melons,
making sure the wire tore into the skin and made it bleed.
   She was sobbing with the anguish and anticipation of what I was gonna do
to her.
   Then when I picked up the acetylene torch and popped the flame on its
end she started sobbing softly.
   "Pleease - no - oh dear Jesus, Charlie - please - doan hurt me - oh Godd
- doan hurt me -"
   "Yeah, Charlie," Billy shouted from across the room.  "Take that nigger
apart - take er apart, Charlie."
   I touched the torch-flame tip to her nipples, one at a time to watch her
jump and dance against the ropes and scream and plead.
   Then I looked up at her babbling face and said:
   "You will renounce God for me, cunt.  Do you hear me?  Renounce God.
Submit to me.  I am your God now."
   I gave her a minute but she just sobbed and babbled on so I raised the
flame to her tits in earnest slowly burning her nipples black.
   "Awwwwhhhh!  Godddd!" she shrieked as I worked her.
   "I'M your GOD, pig!" I shouted at her.  "Say it!  Say it!"
   "N-Naaahhhhh!  Ggggg - Aaiiieeeee!"
   "I'm your God there is no other!"
   "Pleeezze - Ughgh - Yaarhhhhhh!"
   Behind me I could hear the wet slapping sounds of Billy fucking Jessica.
   "Burn that nigger cow up!" Billy shouted over Julia's screams.  "Burn
her UP!"
   Julia's tits were smouldering as I moved from one to the other pushing
the flame right into her meat.
   "You!  You!  You!" she screamed crazily.
   "Me what, whore?  What?"
   "You are - gghhhawwhh!  - y-you - y-you are - ghhh!"
   I took the flame away.
   "I am what?" I asked softly.
   " - n-no - nothing - si - sick - you're a fu-fucking sick psycho -"
   I smiled.  She was right, of course but that was not what I wanted to
hear.
   Still smiling and looking up into her burned out brown eyes I lifted the
hissing blue flame to the pink maw of her hook-spread cunt and trained it
right on her clit.
   The bitch jumped and shook in mid air, her legs tugging wildly against
the ropes that held them open.
   "Uuwwhhhh!  UWHH!  NGUWWW!"
   "Tell me who I am if you want it to stop," I told her.  I was lying.  I
wasn't going to stop, but I wanted her to break for me.  I wanted her
spirit and I knew I was close to getting it.
   "Naghh!  NAghhh!  NA-ghhwwughh!"
   I traced her twat-slit from where it began all the way down to her
asshole leaving a bubbling black smear of burning tissue and as smoke
wafted up from the stinking burning meat I aimed the flame on to each pussy
lip making the black cow twitch and shriek wildly, making her piss herself
involuntarily as the sensitive skin crinkled like bacon fat in a frying
pan. Her piss was steamy hot against my thighs.  It hissed against the
flame as I pushed the nozzle of the torch toward the dribbling urethra
studying the beautiful agony that played out on her African features.  When
she stopped urinating I pressed the torch right into her piss hole and held
it there.
   "Tell me what I want to hear!" I shouted over her gasping shrieks.
   "Gwwhhhuggg!"
   "Who is your God, pig!"
   "Y-gghh - ohwghh - y-you - you!  YOU!"
   "SAY IT!"
   "YOU - AGghhh!  - YOU ARE MY GOD!"
   I withdrew the flame.
   She sagged heavily on the ropes.
   "Say it again," I told her softly.
   " - mmhhh - you - you are -" she began to cry like a child.  "You are my
God."
   "Your one and only God.  Say it."
   " - mmgg - my - my one and on-only God."
   I let her hang there for a few minutes thinking the pain was over and
then I raised the hissing flame to her cunt and pushed up into her vagina.
   "Your God is gonna ream ya out, ya worthless nigger pig!" I snarled as
she screamed her head off.
   Then I moved around her and began to torch her firm fat asscheeks
tracing lines and circles on the dark brown meat which jiggled like custard
as she bounced and tried in vain to escape me.
   I was getting pretty energized watching her take the pain and I needed
to fuck her so I let her down slightly, holding her by one hip, guiding her
on to my prick, positioning my aching shaft under her asshole, still
holding the torch in my other hand.
   "Your man ever fuck you this way?" I asked her.  "Huh?  Huh, pig?  He
ever fuck you like this -?"
   And as I let her down her weight impaled her asshole on to my shaft and
she squirmed and groaned and shook her head.
   When my cock was all the way up her I tied off the pulley line and began
to trace more burn lines on her back and shoulders with the torch as I
snarled at her:
   "No?  Huh?  No?  Never fucked you like this?  Well you know its what you
want.  Isn't it fuckface?  Isn't it, you worthless scumbag nigger whore? 
Yeahh.  I'm the last man's ever gonna fuck your worthless nigger ass - the
last one."
   "Nooo!  Owwhhh!  Pleease!"
   I went way up on my toes to bite her neck and cheeks while I tortured
her.  I bit her shoulders and burned her spinal column, her shoulder
blades. She jerked around and sobbed and kicked her feet against the
columns they were roped to as I ass-fucked her and torched her back and
arms.  After a while she started to go weak and I slid out of her.  I
didn't think she had too far to go if I kept burning her.  She was right on
the edge of consciousness.
   When I looked over at Billy I could see he was now fucking Molly
violently and the child was mewling and struggling in his grip on the table
beside her mom.  Jessica lay motionless smiling at the distant ceiling.
   I felt the powerful urge to kill building inside of me.
   I released Julia's ankles from the pillars and slowly lowered her to her
knees in front of me.  She knelt uncertainly, tottered, held there by her
upstretched arms.
   "What did you think you were doing?" I asked her shutting off the
acetylene torch and putting it down.
   She looked up at me, dazed, unable to grasp my question.
   I stepped up to her and rubbed my erection all over her brown face, on
her lips and ears, on her chin, on her forehead, on her eyelids.
   "Did you think you were saving Molly from a sick dad?  Huh?  Or Jessica
from an abusive husband?  What the fuck were you thinking about, bitch? 
Don't you know women are made to serve their men.  Yeah.  That's right.  To
serve them in every way.  And to be broken for their pleasure if that's
what it comes to.  You remember how Molly and her mom pleasured me before
at the prison - huh? Remember that?  Both of them.  Yeah.  Shit, Molly's
mom even made er wear lipstick for me.You remember, don't you?  You never
saw anything like that before, did you?  Now its your turn.  Yes, nigger.
Your turn to please me."
   I stepped back slightly jerking off right in front of her, her eyes on
mine, trapped, unswerving.
   "Who is your God, pig?  Say it loud and clear."
   "- y-you -" she sighed, tears pouring from her eyes, fat lips pouting.
   She was broken now.
   "Loud and clear," I told her.
   "You are my God," she said simply and as I stepped forward she opened
her mouth wide to take my cock.
   I had broken her.  She sucked lovingly on my aching prick.
   "Billy," I called.  "Bring Molly and Jessica here.  And bring the gun
and the knife."
   5.
   "Piss on them," I told Billy.
   Jessica and Molly were to my right on their knees facing Julia and me,
my cock deep in the black social worker's mouth, her lips stretched wide,
her eyes staring up.
   Maybe it was God she saw, I don't know.  That's what her expression
looked like - like she was givin' the Old Man himself a blow job.
   Billy smiled and let loose pissing on Molly and Jessica, on their hair
and faces.
   As I'd instructed he'd tied their wrists behind their backs and they
just knelt there and took the hot drizzling yellow stream which rolled over
their chests and bellies, up their necks to their cheeks and their open
mouths.
   By that time I was worked up to fever pitch.
   When Billy finished I took the .45 and stepped up to Jessica.
   She just looked up, smiling, Billy's urine dripping from her lips, her
nose and lip rings shining wetly, manpiss rolling down her body in beaded
streamers, she still on her smack high.
   I put the gun to her temple and pressed the trigger.
   The gun flashed brightly and exploded.  Julia shrieked and Molly cringed
away and cried out as Jessica flew backward and toppled against the pillar
behind her, a gob of brains pouring out the side of her head, blood
spurting in thick pulsing jets from the horrific wound.  Her ringed lip
quivered as her mouth yawned wide and she exhaled and lay still.
   "Mommieeeee!!" Molly shrieked.  Billy held her by her long blonde hair
keeping her from crawling away.
   I aimed down at Jessica's naked body and fired three more rounds into
her chest and belly.  The bullets smacked through her boobs and abdomen
making her lifeless carcass twitch and jerk with the impact.  Piss and shit
drooled out of her.
   "Goddamn!" Billy gasped in surprise.
   "Gimme the knife," I grunted.
   Billy handed me the combat dagger and I knelt on the ground, spread
Jessica's legs apart and penetrated her.  She was lubricated by her own
piss and I slid right to the hilt in my dead wife.  Looking down I saw the
little rose tattoo on her arm and remembered all the times she'd fantasized
about dying for me.  Well, I hadn't given her much of a chance to enjoy it.
Her eyes had rolled back lifelessly and her warm shit squished against my
balls.
   I stabbed the knife into her lower belly and slit it open from hip to
hip then I reached in and pulled her guts out of her while Julia babbled
and sobbed behind me.
   "Bring Molly," I told Billy.
   "Dear God pleeease nooo!" Julia screamed.  "Not the child!  No!"
   "Shut up, cunt.  - Bring er here, Billy.  Lie down and make her straddle
you...Yeah.  That's it.  Put your cock in her little asshole...yeahh
...nice...pull her down...get it in there all the way - all the way in,
Billy.  Push down on him, Molly. Down!  Hard!  Fuck yourself on Billy, you
little bitch!"
   Molly was crying for her dead momma and groaning in pain as Billy
hoisted her on to his big cock and impaled her but she obeyed me without
question.
   I reached out and held her long blonde hair high up above her head in a
clump keeping her steady, her little hands bound behind her as the big man
under her buttfucked her.
   "Do you love me, Molly?" I asked her.  "Do you love your daddy?"
   "Y-yess - uhhh - yes, daddy."
   "That's a good little girl," I said and brought the knife to her small
slender throat.  "Now you're gonna please your daddy.  Yes you are."
   She whined when she saw it coming.
   Under her Billy bucked with fierce pleasure.  He knew what I was going
to do.
   "Nooo!" Julia shrieked.
   "You thought you were helping them, nigger?" I asked fiercely.
   "Is that what you fuckin' thought?  Well - you were wrong - Ready,
Billy?"
   "Unnhh!  Just a little bit more!  Uh!  Uhh! ...almost there..." He
pumped his hips up and down and his massive cock stuffed Molly's little
pink anus, sliding in deep and back out - in and out - gracefully -
powerfully.  "Ahhh!  YEahhh!  Uhh! Now!" he shouted.  "Now, Charlie - NOW!
Kill the little pig!"
   I smiled and looked into my daughter's - or Billy's daughter's - eyes.
So clear and blue and somehow still innocent as I sliced her neck open from
ear to ear holding her by her hair as she gagged, gurgled, choked, blood
spilling from her gashed neck and from her pretty lips.  I watched her eyes
go very very wide as she tried to breathe and swallowed blood her little
body now jerking around, Billy holding her steady by her hips, her knees
pressing against his thighs, her little fingers wriggling behind her.
   "Agggg!" she squealed as her blood spurted out on my arm and chest, her
eyes going sad and tearing up, her lips twitching, her lovely face flushed.
"Aggg ddaghddieee!"
   "GODDAMN!" Billy shouted his hips rising up and thrusting his big cock
deep into the dying child.  "GODDAMN - FFUCKIN' NICE - JEESUS!"
   I knew that Molly's little sphincter had tightened on his shaft as she
squirmed in her final death throes.
   Now she began to go pale, shuddering, her face twitching oddly.
   I almost came inside Jessica's carcass watching Molly's lovely death but
I held back.
   I still had Julia to finish.
   Getting to my feet, still holding Molly up by her hair I slammed the
knife into her chest.
   The blade went all the way through the child's body, piercing out
between her shoulderblades.  I left it in her and released her.  She
slumped forward her face slamming down into the floor between Billy's feet.
Billy got to his knees pulling out of Molly and squeezed out hot wads of
cum on the dead child's back.
   Milky scum-drops spattered around the tip of the knife and the bleeding
exit wound as the child wheezed, spasmed and died on the floor.
   Billy and I hung and gutted Jessica and Molly just as we'd done the
others and by the time we were through Billy was already fully erect again
and ready for more.
   We cut Julia loose and double fucked her on the floor, gouging out her
burned asshole and cunthole with our cocks, crushing her between us,
pounding our fists into her burned titmeat while we fucked her.
   Then we got er up off the ground, hanging by her ankles and we picked up
whatever we could get our hands on.  I found a piece of chain, Billy got
the spiked club.
   We slammed into her strong body with all we had, slashing, clubbing,
breaking the stinking suspended coon whore while she shrieked and puked and
kick-rattled the chain she hung from, her arms wire bound to her sides.  We
punished her and fed her cock alternating, Billy beating her and me fucking
her face - Billy fucking her face and me beating her.  The chain and the
club smacked into her meaty ass and thighs and tore at her.  We busted up
her rib cage and pounded her spine until she vomited blood.
   Then we found a thick steel pipe coming up out of the floor in a corner
of the room and we got the nigger down off her suspension and took her to
it.  We made her fuck it, standing over it wide-legged and pushing herself
on to it, begging us to let her live, arms still tied to her side.  She was
pretty gone already.  We both pushed down on her until that pipe was right
up into her uterus.  Then we put a hook through her tongue and tore it out
of her head.
   Her talking days were over.
   We took a metal funnel we found on the floor and shoved into her
bleeding mouth tying her head with a wire to the bottom of the pipe she was
straddling so that her head was arched all the way back.  Then we poured as
much of the contents of the gut-bucket down her throat as we could, pushing
the remains of the eight women into the nigger's feeding pipe and down into
her belly.  She choked on her own puke and tried to spew the mess back up
but we just kept on until her belly swelled out like a goddamn balloon.  We
shoved a ball into her mouth and taped it with duct tape to keep the shit
in her.
   Both of us pissed on her, all over her, laughing, all of us covered in
girl guts.
   Then we picked up two long steel rods and stood on either side of her.
   She looked from Billy to me, back and forth, back and forth and then we
just fucking let her have it, slicing into her viciously, tearing into her
fat tits and swollen belly, cutting the stupid nigger cunt to shreds while
she sat on the pipe and slid deeper on to it her feet slipping on the
bloody floor as she tried to rise.
   Finally we were ready to finish it.
   We pried her off the pipe and made her puke out all the shit we'd
stuffed in her belly.
   She was a mess by then.
   We cut her free and she tried to crawl away.
   It was a feeble attempt since most of her leg bones were sprained or
broken but we let her drag herself around for a bit laughing and enjoying
ourselves.
   Then I grabbed her by her kinky hair and shoved a ring-gag in her mouth.
   I didn't want her biting my cock off but I did want to finish in her
throat.
   We laid her on her back on the wooden table and Billy got up there with
her.
   He slid up into her mutilated cunthole and began to fuck her, knife in
hand.
   Her ring-gagged head hung back off the edge of the table and I stepped
up to her and shoved my cock all the way into her throat, choking and
suffocating her right away.  I too had a knife, a long butcher knife with a
black handle.
   Billy had the knife I'd used on Molly.
   We began to stab her almost in unison.
   I slammed the long thin blade into her chest and shoulders and Billy
into her guts.
   She kicked and jerked and twisted around and flailed her arms.
   I grabbed one of her arms and stabbed right through her hand.
   Billy stabbed her feet and ankles and her thighs.
   I sliced off a couple of fingers.  I poked the knife tip into her
cheeks.
   Her eyes were bulging and her throat hole squeezed my cock.
   "Yeahh, nigger!" I moaned.  "That's nice."
   "Let's cut her fuckin' tits off," Billy grunted.
   I held each flesh globe by the nipple, tweaked, lifting the meat high
while he sliced all around and debreasted the black woman.
   When he was finished I cut her ear lobes off.
   By then she was struggling less and her breath was weak and hesitant.
   "Let's finish this fuckin' nigger bitch, Billy," I growled.
   "YEaaaahhh!" he roared, lifted his knife high and plunged it to the hilt
in her guts.
   She shuddered and almost came up off the table.
   He slammed her back down and ripped the knife across her abdomen.
   I stabbed her right through the neck as I pulled back, sliding my cock
out of her mouth.  Then I yanked the knife out and shoved my cock all the
way back in to pump her, banging her skull against the side of the table.
   Blood bubbled up from her mouth and I felt its rising heat all over my
shaft and balls.
   I thrust the knife into Julia's chest, into her heart, grabbed her head
in both hands and pumped the full content of my scrotum into her throat
snarling and pumping, looking up to see Billy emptying himself in her cunt,
his body arched gracefully, his hands on either side of her hips supporting
his weight.
   We pumped the dying nigger full of cum.
   Our cum mixed with her blood.
   And as we fucked her to death her breath faded, abated, and she made
small whining noises, her eyes going glassy.
   After a few moments I stepped back and pissed on her dead face.
   Billy was rubbing her guts on his chest and moaning softly.  His legs
and thighs were twined with her innards.  Blood was like sticky syrup
rolling off the killing table.
   "...awesome..." he was saying softly.  " - fuckin' awesome..."
   EPILOGUE
   We hung all nine female carcasses up in the slaughterhouse and took
pictures of them which we sold later on.  After that we buried the bitches
in the desert.
   We dumped the U-Haul truck and got us an old Dodge van from a guy in
Colorado.
   About a week later we contacted Julia's husband through an intermediary,
a fifteen year old crack whore that Billy knew.  We let Barnes know that we
would return his wife unharmed for a quarter of a mil.  Just like Billy
thought the man was good for it and eager to get his nigger bitch back real
bad because he never even tried to contact the cops about it.
   Too bad he wasn't gonna get her.  By that time his wifey-poo was a pile
of rotting meat in the ground.
   The transfer of funds was made through Tori, Billy's girl.  She picked
up a brown suitcase left behind a certain warehouse in Denver on a rainy
fall day.  We watched her get in the car we'd provided for her, an old
Volkswaggen Jetta.  As far as we could tell one followed her.
   Tori dropped the money off at a certain dumpster beside another
warehouse next to a McDonalds.
   After we were absolutely sure no one was on to us we picked up the
money.
   Later that night Tori, wet from the rain and all smiley and smokin' a
cig, came out to get her share.  I guess she was also expecting a generous
helping of crack.
   Instead we took the skinny little redhead down to the cellar of an old
abandoned house and beat the living shit out of her taking turns holdin'
her while each of us fist-slammed her and kicked her.  After a while she
just crawled around bawling while we ripped her clothes off and used our
belts on er.  We hung the stupid little whore by roped wrists from some old
water pipes, heated up our knives on a bunsen burner, and sliced her up
real nice.  We double teamed her while she hung up there - double-reamed
her, is a better term for what we done, I guess.  She screamed her fool
head off but in that neighborhood that shit didn't matter.  There was a
filthy bathroom in that cellar with an old toilet from the forties.  We
tied Tori by her neck to it, arms pinned back, her head inside the goddamn
toilet, her face framed in the oval bowl, and we pissed on her beaten face
and shit in her mouth.  Then we shot the little whore twice in the cunt,
emptied our cocks all over her and blew her filthy head off.  We left er
just like that.  Just another little high school dropout crackwhore used,
abused and disposed of.  Nothin' to make the cops look twice.
   The money we got from Barnes was a nice start-up investment for us.
   Funny thing.  About a year later, we ran into the two Mexicans we'd
worked with earlier hitchiking on the road.
   We took them to the slaughterhouse and let them have some fun with these
dumb college girls we'd kinda hijacked from Daytona during spring break. 
We made some regular porno flicks with them.
   Later on we killed the Mexicans and the girls.
   No use leavin' loose strings around to trip on later.
   We'd bought some Doberman dogs to prowl the slaughterhouse grounds.
   We fed what was left of the Mexicans and the college girls to the dogs.
   These days I keep a low profile because I'm wanted in three states but
I've got the business going again.  Things are going well at the old
Labrador- Wellesley slaughterhouse.  We've found a couple of silent
partners in L.A.  interested in making the operation an international one.
   Now and then I do miss Jessica and Molly, though, just a bit.
   But the thought of how nicely they died for me and Billy never fails to
get me hard.
   WOODBURN