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 The following story is a purely fictional account.  Any relationship to
anyreal person living or dead is absolutely coincidental.  The narrative
deals with torture and slaughter of innocent human beings.  The author in
no way condones or promotes such acts.  This is the world of fantasy and
fiction where the hidden corners of the psyche may be explored.  The author
believes that exploring such subject matter in this realm keeps it from
ever needing to be explored, and much less fulfilled, in real life.  There
is violence in all of us.  Otherwise there would be no crime, no war, no
destruction.  We must acknowledge the beast inside of us if we are to tame
it.  To ignore it and repress it is to invoke its appearance in our midst.
   Stryker's Prey
   Stryker walks down the steps.
   He places the plastic card in the computerized ID-slot and enters
through the first door as it swings slowly open, a heavy iron portal, like
a bank vault.
   The door hisses and clangs shut behind him and he walks down a narrow
passageway lit by small overhead track-lights to a second door, identical
to the first which he opens with the same ID card-key.  That door too
closes behind him as he moves down a slightly wider hall.
   He walks slowly and purposefully.  It is the walk of an aristocrat, a
man accustomed to wielding power.  Merciless power.  He wears a black shirt
and black slacks.  His black buckle-strapped boots tap out the slow ominous
rhythm of his walk on the concrete floor.  Around both wrists he wears
black leather bands with gold studs.  His skin is dark tanned, almost
bronze-hued, and his hairless face has the texture of snakeskin, his eyes
terribly green, his mouth an expresionless slit.
   Beyond the door through which he has just passed are the torture
chambers, a maze of several large well-equipped rooms beneath his
beach-front mansion.
   His men have brought the women here, the mother and daughter and the
three teenage girls.
   Stryker enters the main chamber through a heavy wooden portal which he
closes softly behind him.
   His men have handcuffed the blindfolded victims to the bare masonry
wall, wrists up above their heads.
   Some of the females are sobbing softly.  The others are in silent shock.
   Stryker's men, in black leather pants and boots, black leather straps
which cross their bare chests joined at a circular metal O' ring in the
front, black hoods on their heads, black, gold-studded wrist-bands (like
their Master) wait for his instruction and stand near the women, their
hands at their sides.
   Through the eye-slits in their hoods their eyes gleam hungrily.
   At Stryker's request the victims have been left untouched (except for
the inevitable manhandling necessary in their abduction).
   The mother and daughter, both pregnant, wear summer-light maternity
outfits.
   The teenage girls wear casual clothing, shorts, cut-off jeans,
sleeveless tops, sandals.  One bitch, an angelic brunette, wears tight red
shorts that highlight her exquisite abdomen and which mark the perfectly
luscious swell of her cuntmound.
   Each woman has been carefully picked to fulfill Stryker's cruel demands.
   All of them are shapely, large-breasted cows.  Very large breasted. 
None of them are smaller than a cup-size 38C and the two pregnant women are
ripe and bursting with the promise of nourishment.  All are pretty, clean
and with that certain suburban look, that idiot-like innocence that comes
from a life without conflict. These are upper-middle class girls used to a
colorless existence of comfort and leisure, well chosen for their ability
to provide delicious suffering for this sadistic master.
   Slowly Stryker makes an inspection of the captives, walking past the
blindfolded beauties and taking in each lovely, white-bread,
hometown-America face.
   "Excellent," he says softly.
   The girls quiver at the sound of the voice.  It is a dark, ominous
hissing.
   Stryker runs a hand through the silky mane of the blonde teenager.  He
traces the outline of the freckled redhead's cheek.  He cups the cunt-mound
of the dark- haired girl wearing the tight red shorts making her gasp and
turn her face to one side, brows furrowed.  Gently he runs the back of his
hand over the heavy tits of the three teenage youths.
   "Mmmm - yes," he says in that same dark voice.  "Yesss -"
   The hooded men watch him move to the mother and daughter.  The two women
are beauties, both with long lustrous blonde manes down past their
shoulders.
   They look like the women found in the ads in Good Housekeeping magazine.
   Lovely, classic, homespun and desirable.  Absolute apple-pie.
   He places both hands on the daughter's big belly.
   "How far along is she?" he asks without turning to the leader of the
three hooded figures.
   "Seven months," the man answers behind Stryker in a neutral voice.
   "Good," Stryker comments smiling.
   The other two look on.
   Stryker moves to the mother.
   She's in her mid-thirties, classy, almost glamorous, her blonde hair and
make- up perfect, finger- and toe-nails (tanned strap-sandalled feet)
manicured and painted. Her tits are huge, voluptuous globes...sweet,
fertile, exquisitely swollen whoreflesh.
   Stryker looks at her blindfolded face for a few moments.
   He takes her chin in his hand, leans forward and licks her lips.
   The woman flinches away from him making a sound of disgust.
   He laughs and slides his hands up under her maternity dress to clasp her
big belly.
   "...And this one?" he asks.
   "Five months," the hooded man replies, his hand pressed to his crotch.
   "And they are mother and daughter?" Stryker asks now, looking over his
shoulder for a moment at the man who answers his queries, standing between
both females with one hand on each swollen belly.
   "Just as you ordered," the man replies in the same neutral tone.
   Stryker smiles.  He knows his requests have not been easy to meet.  But,
once again, his men have come through.
   Calmly, he steps back to study his five female prisioners.
   A few anxious moments pass and he observes the uncertainty of the women.
   Blindfolded, they turn their heads from side to side, listening
carefully to each small sound, lips slightly parted, lovely, warm, red
mouths gasping or downturned in anguished, helpless expectation.  In the
pale fluorescent light they are captured angels, deliciously innocent.
   Stryker always relishes this moment.  The moment before it all begins.
   They do not know where they are or why they are here but he knows they
are beyond asking now.  He can see in their anxious blindfolded faces that
their worst fears are slowly becoming reality.  Their terror is perfect. 
They have felt his hands on them and heard his voice.
   Now, the ritual can proceed.
   Stryker gives the command:
   "Strip them."
   The black-leather men move in.  Hard strong hands seize flimsy
flower-print dresses, pink and white blouses and tops, soft lace brassieres
and panties.
   There is the savage ripping of clothing, breathless cries, twisting,
angled bodies, the clattering of the chains as manacled wrists twist and
tug, bang into the wall, hands drawn into helpless fists, the females
pulled this way and that by the savage rending of their garments, the
huffing and snorting of the attackers as they move down the captured bodies
tearing everything away, reaching down to yank off stockings, sweatsocks,
sneakers, sandals.
   Stryker looks on smiling, watching, until the captives stand before him
completely nude, torn clothes, like discarded husks all around their bare
feet.
   The hooded men step back and Stryker now approaches the young naked
females again going from one to the next removing their blindfolds.  He
stares into the horrified eyes of each slut for a few moments before moving
on.  When he removes the blindfold of the last girl, the freckled red-head
she starts to say something.
   "...please..." she mutters softly, but before she can say anything else
Stryker's hand closes into a fist which he drives fast and hard into her
lower belly.
   "Uggghh!" she grunts, winded, unable to bend forward though her body
instinctively demands it, held upright by her manacled wrists.
   "You will not speak unless spoken to," Stryker growls calmly and drawing
back he punches the young girl again in the same spot watching her writhe
and roll back against the wall, her head tipping back, eyes shut tightly.
   "That goes for all of you," he adds, glaring at his victims.
   The captive females are in awe of him.
   He is six foot four, powerfully built, like a wrestler, bald-headed,
terrifying. His eyes are phosphorescent gray-green, hawk-eyes in a snake
face, cold and calculating, his thin-lipped mouth cruel.
   They watch him take off his shirt and toss it aside to expose his
muscular physique and the terrible tattoo on his hairless chest, between
both chiseled pectorals.  It is a heart, the kind of heart which is nowhere
near anatomical correctness but which belongs on a Valentine's Day card. 
Through the middle of this red-inked, roundly-sculpted cartoon heart there
is a dagger pierced all the way through so that a fat drop of blood oozes
from the pierced organ and down the slick blade.  On each side of the
bisected heart there is a letter, an 'M' on the left, an 'S' on the right.
   And below the heart, on a scrolled ribbon the legend:
   "Woman-Killer."
   "I am Max Stryker," he tells the females his eyes skipping from face to
face staring them down until they look at the floor.
   "I take pleasure from hurting young girls and women...from hurting them
badly and often killing them."
   One of the girls whimpers.  The pregnant woman bites her lower lip,
looks up at him imploringly.
   "Please..." she moans.  "My baby...my daughter's baby..."
   Stryker's fist flies across her face with a hard thud smashing her head
back against the wall.
   He steps up to her to smack her pretty face back and forth with sharp
stinging open-handed blows that make the other women cringe.
   "BITCH!  DIDN'T YOU HEAR ME!?" Stryker shouts, marking each word with
emphatic blows, fore-hand then back-hand, to the pregnant cow's face:
   "You - will - not - SPEAK - unless - SPO-KEN- to!"
   When he is finished a trickle of blood spills from her broken lip down
her chin and on to her large milk-swollen tit.  Her cheeks are flushed deep
dark red.
   "You and your daughter mean shit to me, cunt.  Shit.  And the worm
inside you is just meat to me...MEAT!  You are all just fucking MEAT to
me!"
   He paces back and forth in front of the women in the charged silence of
the chamber like a lion in a cage, wiping a streak of spit from his lips
with the back of his hand.  Beating the pregnant woman has excited him. 
Sweat glimmers on his forehead over his insane eyes.  Again he pauses as he
reaches the red-headed teenage girl on the end, looking at the red blotch
in her belly where his fist pummeled her. He fixes her with his eyes and
she whimpers face downcast.  She can sense him there, the heat and desire,
the evil inside his powerful coiled body.  He leans down to whisper in her
ear teasingly:
   "...meat...just...lovely...tasty...wonderful...woman-meat..."
   He turns to the men.
   "We'll take this little slut first."
   His cold eyes trail back to the red-headed girl.  Her eyes look up into
his pleadingly.
   "Rape her.  Rape the shit out of her."
   Her lips gape disbelievingly and she looks up at him her eyes wide,
bewildered, his words as sudden and hurtful as his fist into her belly.
   "Yeah.  You heard right, bitch," he snarls, his eyes never leaving hers
as he talks to his men.
   "Rape the little scumbag...  rape 'er on the floor.  All three of you at
the same time.  Let's show these worthless cunts we mean business."
   Almost immediately Stryker's men strip, kicking off boots and pants but
leaving on their hoods and the leather straps that are like harnesses
around their torsos, to move in on the helpless youth, release her wrists
from the manacles and pull her down to the floor.Their cocks are already
fully erect and upright, hard and heavy javelins of manhood.
   She struggles weakly in their strong hands as they position her, push
her down on her knees, one man lying on his back on the floor beneath her
between her pale smooth thighs, she made to straddle him, the other two
holding her over him, pulling her legs apart to mount her on top of the
first man.  One of them handcuffs her wrists behind her and slowly they
impale her on the upstanding prick bearing down on the crying whimpering
girl-victim then pushing her shoulders down and forward, so that her big
tits press into the prone man's hairy chest as she is forced to lie on top
of him.  The second man puts his massive, rock-hard shaft between her
creamy buttocks and holding her by the hips slides mercilessly up her
asshole making her screech piercingly.  The third man grabs her head by a
shank of her flowing red hair and crouches down, knees bent slightly, to
draw her twisted, sobbing face to his prick.  She submits to the three way
fuck now defenseless, her mouth wide and full of cock, her ass and pussy
full of pumping stabbing manflesh.
   Stryker stands over the three-way rape, his hands on his hips, arms
akimbo, like a foreman supervising a construction crew.
   "Yeah!" he grunts, encouraging his men.  "That's it.  Fuck the little
bitch. Break 'er."
   The other women bound to the wall look on in horror as the teenager is
viciously and thoughtlessly violated, her wailing muffled by the manmeat in
her mouth.
   The three thugs fuck the helpless youth with savage grins of pleasure on
their hooded faces.  They fuck with cruel loveless thrusts that wound and
choke their red- headed captive.  They pant breathless, sweating with the
exertion of the savage, unprepared, unforgiving coitus and she rocks on her
knees, writhes and whimpers, gags as the thug who stands in front of her
holds her head by a fistful of hair to slam his shaft in and out of her
lovely pink mouth.
   The comments of the men make the other women captives shudder but only
make Stryker smile as his crotch bulges hugely.
   "Goddamn twat's so tight...uuhhhh..."
   "...sweet little piggie..."
   "YE-ah baby - that's IT, ba-by - press your little pussy around me -
uu-ohhh yee-aAHH!"
   "Look at me!" the man who is fucking her face shouts at her.
   Her eyes, full of terrified confusion angle upward to the black-hooded
dark- stubbled face and the greedy stare of his dark brown pupils as his
cock thrusts deep into her throat making her gag and gasp, a stream of warm
drool spilling from her lips around the invading shaft.  Her eyes wince
with visible pain, almost close, spill tears as the other two assailants
slam their pricks in and out of her un-lubricated, virgin loveholes,
scraping stretching and bleeding the tender flesh...but she goes on looking
up at the hooded, inhuman face that gloats on her suffering...goes on
looking up obediently.
   Stryker steps around behind the man so that he can peer down at her over
his shoulder.
   "That's it, slut," he tells her.  "Take what's coming to you...take
it..."
   She pleads with Stryker with her eyes.  Looks up at both men above her
pleading.
   But they just stare back, cruel and hard, feeding on her horror and her
pain. They are like animals feasting on her.
   The vision of the hapless teenage girl on her knees bent slightly
forward, hands cuffed behind her waist being so mercilessly rapefucked on
the floor of his private torture dungeon thrills Stryker.  It thrills him
more deeply more resonantly than anything else in his life.  This is his
life.  This is all there is: the mind-numbing pleasure of destroying young
women and girls, of filling the subterranean rooms with their shrieks of
horrible pain and their breathless terror, of torturing them and mutilating
their beautiful bodies until his man-hunger is satiated.  This long slow
dance-ritual of destruction is all there is for Stryker.  There is nothing
else.
   He circles around the rape victim carefully observing each detail of the
savage scene: the huge, knob-headed cocks pistoning into her and emerging
slicked with
wetness and virgin-blood and shit; the big hairy hands of the men
seizing and mauling her pale flesh leaving dark-red grip-marks as they move
her, tug her, pull her this way and that.
   He likes the way the handprints look on the pale freckled skin of the
girl.  He likes her helplessness, metal-cuffed hands sometimes limp
sometimes reaching, fingers extended or splayed then crumpling, fisting as
cock-flesh stabs impetuously into her most private depths.
   He likes the way her leg and arm-muscles ripple and tense, the way her
skin flexes as she is penetrated, nailed, jammed by his servants.
   But most of all he likes to see her face, still looking up at the thug
who now completely fills her mouth.  Her face and the faces of the others.
   Women's faces.  Soft.  Gentle.  Lovely faces turned, angled,
compassionate, vulnerable.  Its their goddamned faces that get him harder
and harder...and he unzips his slacks and takes his prick out to massage
its hot hard demanding massiveness.
   It is the pregnant daughter who looks at his cock first and she makes a
whining sound in her throat calling the attention of the others who stare
in dumb- struck terrified amazement.
   Stryker's cock is fourteen inches long and nearly two inches wide.
   It is a cock to kill with.
   It is a billy-club of hard cyclopic masculinity and on its wedge-shaped
crown, right on the glans, beneath the peeled back foreskin, the women can
see the same tattoo that resides on his chest, a smaller version of the
cartoon heart, dagger- pierced and bleeding, glistening with pre-coital
lubrication.
   Slowly, he strips naked, tossing his slacks, socks and shoes into a
corner of the chamber, and he struts out in front of his captives,
languidly stroking the enormous emblazoned appendage, struts back and
forth, like a rooster in the henhouse, while the young red-head sobs
pitifully on the floor beside him, pistoned and pumped from all sides.
   Watching, he jerks off.  Licks his lips.  Smiles, his eyes swollen now
into narrow slits with pleasure.
   After a few moments he tells the men:
   "Enough.  Get 'er up.  Hang 'er by her wrists - her and the other babes.
   We'll get to the knocked-up bitches later."
   Immediately, Stryker's servants unsheath their pricks from the
red-headed teenager and she slumps to the floor on her side as they rise.
One of the men goes to a video command-screen on the wall and touches a
sensor-button.  There is a whirring mechanical sound overhead and three
heavy polished metal chains with manacles dangling from them descend from
the ceiling at four foot intervals.  The other two men first lift the raped
red-headed teenager from the ground and drag her across the room.  They
remove the handcuffs from her wrists and lift her arms upward into the
black leather manacles that extend from the overhead chain.
   After cuffing her there they release the two other teenage victims from
the wall and hoist their arms straight up, cuffing them on the chains also,
so that the three pretty naked busty teenagers stand up on their toes,
upstretched, all in a row, ready for whatever punishment their heartless
captors deem fit.
   Stryker paces slowly from girl to girl taking in the beauty of their
captivity, their up-reaching arms, their cuffed wrists and pleading
fingers, the stretched abdomens, the sharply defined rib-cages and plump
up-standing tit-mounds, the strong smooth flare of hips and bellies, the
firm shapely legs.  The defeated stance of the raped redhead is a nice
contrast to the nervous fidgety, tension of the other two youths.  The
redhead hangs her head sobbing softly, tears dripping off her face and on
to her magnificent boobs.
   She can still taste cock in her mouth and her cunthole and asshole ache
and trickle lube-juice.  The hand-prints of her rapists are still etched on
her asscheeks and hips and thighs though they have already begun to fade.
   The dark-haired girl glances up at Stryker nervously.  He smiles and she
looks down.  She is quivering.
   Such a lovely young filly, long dark hair hanging in tressles almost to
the middle of her back...pale white skin, creamy and firm.  Such plump
curvaceous thighs.  Slowly, languidly, Stryker strokes his prick as he
stands right in front of her, thinking of what he will do to her lovely
body.  Still caressing himself with his left hand he reaches out to tease
her pussy with his right, slipping his long bony third finger up between
her warm pussy lips and pressing upward against her clit, the girl closing
her eyes and wincing, shuddering, biting her lip in consternation,
involuntarily whimpering.
   "You little whore..." Stryker whispers fiercely.
   She responds instantly to the urgent coldness of his voice, glancing up
at him.
   When she does, her eyes are immediately lost in his sharp green gaze.
   When he speaks to her his terrible voice seeks complete and
unconditional surrender.
   "Do you love me?"
   She is dumbstruck, her lips parted, her breath halted.
   "You have permission to speak," he tells her.
   He licks his lips, rubs his finger up into her slit teasing the vaginal
hole as he looks at her.
   "...I..." she mutters.
   "Yes?" he beckons.
   She hesitates, wonders which answer to give, her pretty brown eyes
searching his.
   When he speaks its in the tone of a teacher instructing a slow student,
one who requires patience.
"Say: Yes, Master.  I love you with all of my heart."
   Still she hesitates lost in the emerald ice-fire of his glaring eyes.
   Gently, he pushes his finger up into her cunthole.  It is tight and dry.
   This little bitch too is a virgin.
   "Say it..." he urges smiling as she spreads her legs apart to allow him
access.
   "...I..ahm...I...l-love y-you...."
   He pushes his finger in deeper into the snug fit of her young vagina.
   Her eyelids flutter.
   "....m-m-Master..."
   He nods, his smile widening.
   "...w-with...ahh...with..all m-my - my -uhh- heart..."
   Still holding her with his eyes he slips his finger out of her.
   Then without the slightest warning he punches her pussy mound with a
quick jab-thrust hitting just below the spot on her lower belly he'd struck
earlier.
   Her eyes go wide and she gives out a little cry then with all his
strength he punches her dark-curled mons again and again and again making
the young girl cry out and try to escape, her legs clenching together as
she hangs helpless before him.
   "Stupid slut," he snarls the smile gone from his face and replaced with
a mean scowl as he stands over her both hands fisted, thinking about
hitting her some more, slightly bent forward like a boxer, letting the
sweet rage flood through him, his victim again hanging her head
submissively between her upraised arms.
   She will be the first to die, he thinks to himself, already anticipating
the warm coppery taste of her young adolescent blood.
   He moves now to the flaxen-haired blonde grabbing her delicate chin to
tilt her head back, looking into her tear-filled green eyes for a moment.
   "Open your mouth, slut," he tells her roughly.
   She complies and he spits right into it.
   Her face twists in disgust and he spits, this time on her pretty face,
right in her eye, blinding her, making her cringe, holding her by the chin
hard so that she cannot turn away.  He looks down at her naked body as his
bubbly phlegm spills from her lips, trails down her cheek.  He releases her
chin, walks around her.  Looks her up and down.
   She is a juicy bimbo-slut.  The kind of girl all the players on the high
school football team want to take into the parking lot to fuck her brains
out, to pop 'er cherry and pork 'er in the back of the car or on the floor
of the van.  The kind of girl who'll go all the way all the time.  An easy
lay.  A filthy little whore-tramp.
   He's pretty sure this one's not a virgin.
   Again he circles her.
   She has a wonderful ass, big and full, round, her buttocks two slabs of
perfectly sculpted fuckmeat.
   He reaches around from behind her to slide his hand over her pussy to
poke his finger, still wet from the brunette's vise-tight pussy, into the
blonde victim's vaginal aperture.  It slides in easily, just as he thought
it would.
   This little bitch has tasted cockmeat.
   He steps up behind her and bending his knees he grabs her asscheeks to
poke his huge ramrod cock up between them kicking her legs apart.  He puts
the head of his huge organ right up to the puckered star of her anal
opening.  Unlubricated and unprepared he begins to push the veined
meat-spear right up into the hanging wailing teenage fuckslut.
   His hands move up to her big soft tits to clutch them hard and hold her
as he penetrates.
   This hole, Stryker concludes with a mean smile, has never been breached.
   "No!" she squeals.  "No!  No!  NO!  N-NUuuuhh-O-OOohhhh!"
   Growling, he dips his head forward to sink his teeth into her shoulder,
biting hard, feeling muscle and bone under his teeth as he clamps down
making her squeal desperately.
   Stryker's men circle around jerking off and shouting, jeering, egging
him on.
   He relaxes his jaw muscles letting the flesh slip out of his mouth,
leaning back to see the ugly red bite-mark imprinted on her skin.
   From their bondage to the wall, the two pregnant blondes watch in
horror.
   The raped redhead hangs in catatonic silence and the lovely dark-haired
wench sobs inconsolably.
   The captured women know for certain now that there will be no escape,
that they will face barbaric agony, perhaps even death, in this horrible
and inexplicable place at the hands of these monsters.
   Just a few brief hours before they had been strangers shopping in the
mall:
Diane Weston and her daughter Sherry, both ironically pregnant at the
same time and buying up all kinds of things for their babies which would
soon be arriving;
   Julie Whitmore, the pretty redhead, visiting her friend in the city for
a few days and shopping for a present;
   Amy Hill, the sweetly innocent, creamy skinned brunnette who'd been
bored at home and had gone to the mall for no specific reason; and finally,
the bimbo- blonde, Stacey Matlin, who was supposed to meet her latest
boyfriend, Mike, at the movies on the west end of the mall.
   They had been kidnapped at gunpoint, tied up and dumped in the back of
the van like so much baggage, and driven calmly right out of the mall lot
by the same three burly, hooded men who now urged their leader on.
   Sryker's servants had tracked the Weston women for weeks and waited for
the perfect opportunity to take them.  The three others had been picked
completely at random in the busy mall.  Lovely young teenage girls with big
tits...that was the main requirement.
   And now they were all here, witnesses and participants in the orgy of
destruction.
   Stryker slides slowly out of Stacey's tight rectum, she giving out a
moaning sigh as his giant appendage pops free, he wiping the shit off his
cock on her fleshy asscheek, her anus dripping blood down the back of her
thighs.  He walks to one end of the chamber where there are several formica
wall cabinets.
   He opens one and takes four slender single-tongued whips tossing three
of them out to his men and keeping one for himself.
   The whips are about four feet long and braided, made of black leather,
sturdy, lethal.
   "Time to put some hurt on these little pups..." he calls out.  "Time to
give 'em what they deserve."
   Each man takes a suspended victim and without prelude the whips began to
leap, swoop and fly across luscious girlmeat.
   In disbelief, shock, terror and pain the girls cry, shriek, kick, twist.
   They try to escape one hooded flogger only to encounter another as they
spin, held upstretched by their suspended arms, leather manacles tight
enough to cut off the ciculation numbing their hands.
   Stryker moves from one bitch to the next dealing out sharp slicing
blows. He likes the loud sharp crack of leather on bitchflesh.  He is his
element now, at the center of his existence.
   The teenage girls move beautifully to the harsh pain he deals them. 
They cry and scream.  They beg for mercy.  They beg for it to stop. 
Stryker dislikes this distraction so early in the ritual.  He has one of
his men gag them with huge red-balls strapped to their wide gasping mouths
as the whippings continue.
   All four men now whip the three teenage girls mercilessly.  Braided
leather snakes flash across slender waists, curving backs, tender
thigh-meat.  The girls kick and twist, sometimes stand on one leg, the
other leg pulled up, bent at the knee in response to a particularly vicious
sting of the whip.  When this happens the men aim their lash-strokes across
the standing leg, whipping ankle and calf, trying to get the little
gag-mouthed bitches to hang from their wrists in painful suspension.  They
accomplish this several times making each unfortunate girl a momentary
focus and target of their savagery, making her swing from the chain and
spin, feet up off the ground as the whips fall and fall and terribly fall.
Sometimes the whips catch pink furrowed foot-soles and the gagged cries of
the teenagers are desperate and the muffled sounds elicit only more
terrible pain from their sadistic masters.
   Julie, the freckled redhead who had been viciously raped earlier, is no
longer catatonic.  Her eyes are horror-wide and her teeth bite into the
rubber ball-gag.  She makes rasping unintelligible sounds in her throat as
her flesh is wipkissed, kindled by the demonic fire of the lashes.  Amy and
Stacey, the long tressled-hair brunette and the trampy blonde slut take the
whipping with beautiful, spasmic, dance-like movements.
   Stryker moves from one bitch to the next now concentrating his expertly-
timed slashes on their luscious boobs.
   What delicious tit-meat, Stryker marvels...how pleasurable to send his
lash against it and mark it...Mark it with vicious red welt-lines that
criss-cross youthful jutting nipple-nubs and plump meaty orbs.  Always as
he begins his attack, the little bitches try to spin around but as they do
they are met on the opposite side by the equal assault of one of his men
and inevitably they swing back into position their feet slipping on the
stone floor as they circle, up on their toes, gagged faces sweaty,
tear-washed, streaks of hair across their suffering eyes.  And while one
man whips her back, drawing lines of burning skin-pain on shoulder-blades,
on flank and buttock, Stryker castigates the twin targets of his choice,
tit-whipping her, looking right into the eyes of his suffering wench.
   Sometimes all four men circle one of the young bitches to flog
rhythmically away.
   Amy, finding herself at the center of the four merciless braided
whiptongues, screams into the gag, head angled back, eyes staring at the
ceiling and the chain that holds her wrists high and pissing herself as the
whipfire consumes her.
   "Pig!" the men shout.
   "Whore!"
   "You're gonna piss blood soon, you little slut!"
   They move to Julie who takes the fierce unrelenting beating rigidly,
eyes glazed, her body shuddering uncontrollably, a whining in her throat
gradually growing louder until it is a mindless, single-note drone of human
female agony that breaks off with a wheezing grunt as the men move on.
   Stacey dances for them with whinnying shrieks going up on one leg,
pirouetting, both legs off the ground, on her toes, hips swinging as the
whips kiss her belly, swinging around and around inside the circle of men,
their erect cocks pointing in at her, they jerking off as they beat her,
one foot drag-skipping as she lunges forward, one thigh pressed up against
her belly, whips finding every vulnerable spot, nipples, upper-thighs,
pussylips, two or three times even her face.
   And then when it has reached an unbearable peak, Stryker calls it off.
   Its time for the Westons now, pregnant mother and pregnant daughter.
   Its time for some real torture.
   Now the men are hungry for it, starved for it.  They are pumped up like
a pack of wolves before the kill.
   The three whipped teenage girls are left hanging from the chains,
gagged, sobbing, Amy standing in a puddle of her own piss, Stacey resting
her head against one shoulder, eyes spilling tears and tightly shut, Julie
biting her lip and staring at the floor in a daze, occasionally racked by
gulping sobs.
   The men jerk off slowly and look at them, whips still dangling from
their hands.  Hungry predatorial eyes feast on the scene of destruction. 
Stryker licks his lips and wipes a sheen of sweat from his forehead.  He
revels in the symmetry of the three hanging victims, their perfect young
bodies welt-streaked, here and there purple-bruised.  He revels in the
counterpoint of their responses, the way each young female body moves and
shifts consumed in the heat of whipped flesh as if in the throes of
pain-fever.  He drinks it in and lets his men drink it in before moving on.
   Following his orders the men toss the whips aside then move across the
room to release the two pregnant women from the wall and bring them to the
metal shaft that extends from floor to ceiling in one corner of the torture
chamber.  The shaft rises from and into circular steel donut-hole plates
and the floor-block around its base is made of wood.  There are faint dark
stains on the wood and what appear to be holes from which nails have been
pried.
   Diane and her daughter, Sherry are placed standing on this wooden base
with their spines against the cold black shaft, which is about a foot and a
half in circumference, mother and daughter back to back.  They are made to
clasp their hands, fingers clenched together as they look from hooded face
to hooded face, terrified, searching hopelessly for some sign of mercy. 
They do not find it and they are handcuffed to each other by wrists and
ankles, legs pulled slightly apart and back to facilitate the bondage. 
Their legs are then pulled further apart and ankle- cuffed to metal
spreader bars.  They glance nervously in Stryker's direction as he oversees
the carrying out of his instructions but they say nothing, finally hanging
their heads as the men step back away from them.
   Stryker looms over Diane.  He reaches out and takes her by her wimpy
blonde hair pulling her back to bring her face right up to his, his breath
on her lips. She trembles and tries to turn from him but he holds her
effortlessly and she can't help but look into his terrible blood-hungry
hawk-gaze.
   "Kiss me, whore," he whispers hoarsely.  He is right up against her, his
erect cock pressing against the hugely swollen belly of his pregnant
captive.
   "..nnnnhhhhhh..." she whinnies involuntarily shaking her head from side
to side.
   "No?" Stryker growls pressing up harder against her.  "No?  Are you
trying to tell me you don't want to kiss me?  Huh?  Is that what you're
trying to say, you stupid pig?"
   He takes her face in his hands gripping her by her ear-lobes.
   "Listen, cunt....are you listening to me?"
   She nods peering at him, eyes gleaming wetly between half-slitted
mascara- tinged lashes.
   "You're gonna kiss me like you love me or I'm gonna cut your daughter
open and rip her baby and her guts out and make you eat them....you got
that fuckface?...You got it?"
   She nods slowly knowing he is not bluffing, knowing there is no way out.
   It is this clear knowledge reflected in the eyes of his victims which
feeds Stryker's demonic soul and as the woman yields to him leaning up to
cup his lips with hers, so soft, warm, sweet and moist - a real pleasure
kiss - the bitch not holding back, but giving him exactly what he demands,
he takes and takes from her, feeling his cock pulse, throb, expand
painfully and demandingly.  Still holding her by her ears he thrusts his
tongue deep into her mouth tracing the contour of her teeth and gums, her
palate, her captive tongue which tenses against his submissively.  He drags
the kiss out smearing his lips on the captive wench pressing her back
against the cold metal shaft, nibbling on her lips, his spit drooling down
her chin, staring blankly into her half-closed, dilated pupils, taking his
sadistic pleasure then releasing her suddenly to circle around and take her
daughter, both of his huge strong hands around the young pregnant cow's
blonde head.
   "Your turn, sweetie...The same goes for you..."
   Sherry nods slowly.
   "You understand don't you?" he says coming right up to her.  She feels
his organ against her big ripe womb like a hammer of flesh.
   "You wouldn't want anything to happen to your mommy, would you?  Or to
your little baby brother or sister....whatever that worm in there happens
to be...now do you?"
   She starts to shake her head but he swoops down on her to bite her mouth
hard and as she cries out, her voice swallowed in his throat he kisses,
sucks and licks her face, her cheeks, her slender neck.  He bites her
tongue, biting hard, until the little cry in her throat becomes a scream
then he steps back and slaps her hard across the face three times silencing
her.
   "Filthy fucking sluts..." he snarls.  Then to the men who,stand nearby
watching and jerking off, "Get the needles...Activate the heat panel...Its
time to get some blood out of these bitches..."
   The men split up, one going to the command-video screen on the wall, the
other two to the formica cabinets on the wall.  At the screen Stryker's
servant touches another of the sensor buttons on the screen provoking a
whirr of machinery behind a wall near the women bound to the black shaft. A
section of the wall five feet from the floor slides down and a circular
dark iron pan on the end of a metallic arm emerges.  The pan is about two
feet wide and there are electrical heat coils inside of it which begin to
glow red instantly.  The other two hooded servants return from the wall
cabinet with handfuls of hypodermic needles encased in small plastic
shrink-wraps and a pair of wicked looking metal pliars.  One of the
leather-harnessed men takes a folding table which leans against the wall
and places it beside the bound pregnant women opening it up, he and his
companion tearing open each shrink wrap to lay the two-inch-long needles in
rows on the wooden table next to the pliars.
   When the men complete Stryker's instructions they resume their positions
in a half circle around mother and daughter slowly jerking off and watching
their Master begin his work.
   Stryker decides to start the proceedings with the mother.
   Taking the pliars in hand he picks up a needle and holds it over the
heat pan.
   Diane Weston begins to cry.
   The needle begins to glow after a few moments, a tiny wisp of smoke
coming up off its surface as Stryker brings it close to the woman's fat,
milk-gorged boob.
   "I'm gonna hurt you, pig," he says softly.  "You and your filthy
daughter...both of you...I'm gonna hurt you very badly..."
   Holding the pliars with the smouldering needle in one hand he stands in
front of the lovely pregnant blonde.  Taking her left breast by the nipple
he pinches the nub of flesh until it is hard between his thumb and
forefinger then pulling it and her tit along with it up and away from her
chest he brings the hot tip of the needle on the end of the pliars up from
underneath piercing the flesh-jug and pushing the needle up, deep into her
pap.  She screams sharply.  Sherry sobs in response as does Amy who hangs
suspended from the chain watching from the other side of the torture
chamber along with Julie and Stacey.
   He likes to see the needle sink into the woman's fat tit.  He likes to
see it fuck the tender meat.
   A trickle of milk erupts from the nipple as he releases the needle to
pick up another and hold it in the heat pan.
   He leans down to lick up the white cream and suck on the pregnant cow's
pierced tit.
   When the next needle is ready, smouldering dangerously he brings it to
the other tit.
   Again he teases the nipple, raises the fat flesh-globe and pierces it
from underneath.
   Again, beautifully, Diane Weston screams and her daughter and the others
sob.
   The hooded men watch as patiently, expertly, taking his sweet time and
enjoying each slow anguished moment, Stryker heats up the needles and
pushes them into the pregnant woman's boobs.  Occasionally a tiny drop of
blood snakes down from one of the pierce-points.  Both tits dribble milk
and even spurt it. Delightfully, the milk-jets occasionally speckle
Stryker's tattoed chest.  He hungrily licks the warm creamy excretions up
off the sweetly perfumed flesh of his all- American blonde mother-whore. 
He drinks her milk and sucks and bites the distended nipples while he stabs
needle after needle after needle deep into the core of each jug.  The hot
metal pins sometimes hiss as they enter her cool flesh making her squirm,
head snapping back against the metal shaft, she unable to move, held in
strict bondage against her daughter on the other side of the pole.
   After placing twenty long hot needles in each of the big tits he pauses,
jerks off while he admires his handiwork.
   Diane's boobs drip sweat, milk and blood down her heaving chest.  She is
crying, her face disfigured, tiny black trails of mascara down her pretty
cheeks, her mouth down-twisted, lips parted.
   This is what Stryker loves to see: the tortured female victim, defeated,
helpless, violated.
   He takes her nipples, one in each hand, between thumb and forefinger. 
The firm brown flesh-caps he has purposefully left untouched and they spill
more milk into his hand as he pinches them gently looking into the
suffering blonde's beautiful weeping eyes as he teases her.  He tugs at
them and smiles as they harden involuntarily.  Leaning forward, his erect
cock-club pressing into her pregnant belly, still playing with her fat
nipples, he kisses Diane on the lips tasting her tears and her sweat.  He
jiggles her needle-pierced boobs while he kisses her looking right into her
eyes at close-range.  She whines weakly and he feels the vibrations of the
sound in his own throat.
   "Pig!" he snarls suddenly releasing her and sending a resounding slap
across his bound blonde captive's picture-perfect face.
   She cries out, her head twisting away from the impact, her body pressed
back against the cold metal shaft, arms flinching upward but held down by
the cuffs that secure her to Sherry's wrists.
   Stryker now asks his men for more needles and he moves to Diane's
daughter.
   Sherry is a younger, more tender replica of her mom.  Her facial anatomy
slightly different, more oval where Diane's is rounder, her eyes slightly
bigger and a deeper shade of blue.  But the expression of terror is
similar.
   Brows arched upward, her knees visibly shaking as Stryker comes around
to face her and gently take her big aching paps in his big strong hairy
hands.
   "Your turn, bitch," he says softly.
   She watches him hold the first needle over the heat-grid.
   She has heard her mother's sharp screams and the anticipation of the
pain makes her dizzy, makes her mouth dry and her throat constricted, makes
her tremble and tense up.
   "Yeahh..." Stryker responds, his demon-like smile lighting up his evil
face as he sees the effect he is having on her.
   "Yeahh, little pig....get ready....get ready 'cause here it comes..."
   He raises the pliars to show her the red-hot, smouldering needle.
   She shakes her head, eyes narrowed and tear-blurred, her lips quivering.
   She watches the needle brought up under her tit, Stryker taking the
nipple to extend the mammary out from her body, the pliars
rising...rising...the sharp sudden prick of pain and the deep terrible
burning from underneath...her mouth yawns wide, her head angles backward...
   "Aaaaiiieeeee!"
   Her first scream is delicious, the revolt of her healthy young pregnant
body amusing her captors.
   Stryker's men jerk off and circle in for a closer look at the suffering
bitch.
   They watch her, watch greedily as each needle is heated, shown to her,
and then pierced into her big beautiful papmeat.
   Each piercing brings a lovely shriek and a terrible shuddering from the
defenseless victim.
   Sherry is far more sensitive to pain than her mother, and the torture of
her big lovely tits is almost unbearable.
   After the sixth needle and the deeply anguished response from her
daughter, Diane blurts out:
   "Nooo!  Pleeease!  Don't hurt my daughter anymore!  Ohh Goddd! 
Pleeease! Hurt me!  Hurt ME, you sick bastard....leave her ALONE!"
   Stryker comes around to face Diane, his face severe, his hawk eyes
gleaming.
   "You filthy stinking CUNT!" he roars.
   "How dare you disobey my direct orders?"
   He takes Diane by the throat with one hand which begins immediately to
squeeze the breath from her.
   "...And you dare INSULT me in my own house?"
   He turns to one of the hooded men.
   "Bring me some barbed wire for this cow!"
   The man goes to the formica cabinet and brings Stryker a three foot
stretch of aluminum fence wire with tiny bladed barbs all along its length
as well as a pair of work gloves.
   Stryker dons the work gloves, takes the wire and standing beside Diane
he brings it up between her forced-apart legs.  Holding the wire in front
and behind her he snags her pussy-slit with it and begins to saw it back
and forth slowly, pressing it up into her tender cuntmeat until she's
whining and sobbing and begging for mercy. He ignores her and continues to
rip the barbed wire into her womanmeat until blood spills down the inside
of her thighs.  He pulls the wire upward as he saws it back and forth
tearing her clit and pussy lips and gashing her tender lovehole and her
anus.
   "Bitch!" he whispers hoarsely.  "Maybe I'll just cut you in half with
this, huh? Maybe I'll cut you and that little worm inside you both in half
and watch you bleed on the floor...whatta you say?  Filthy scumbag! 
Calling me names..." He saws into her harder, slower, viciously... 
"...Calling me names under my own roof.  I'm gonna make you pay, fuckface.
You and your filthy daughter.  Both of you are going to pay dearly now.  I
was just gonna have a little fun with you.  But now you are gonna suffer
big-time."
   This last part is a lie.  His intentions have been extreme right from
the start. But he enjoys the effect his cruel words have on his captive. 
He likes the fact that he is making her feel responsible for all that will
follow and that she will, in the hours ahead, believe that her little
outburst caused all the terror and destruction he will wreak on the other
victims.
   Diane shakes her head, looks at him imploringly.  But he just goes on
sawing the wire into her.
   Blood drips on the floor, on the spreader bar, on her arched insteps.
   "...filthy whorefuck...yeah...now you're gonna pay and pay until you
can't pay any more...  you and all the other whorefucks.  Now you're gonna
see Stryker at his fucking BEST!"
   Suddenly he takes the wire from her bleeding pussy and with a quick,
deft move wraps it around her throat tightly, chokingly, tangling some of
her hair up in the wire-strand.  The blades cut into her skin and the
pressure makes it difficult to breathe.  She gasps for air, eyes wide as he
knots the wire in place leaving her to struggle for each breath, unable to
speak, her mouth wide open, her head rigidly upright and held there by the
tangled hair in the choke-wire.
   Still wearing his work gloves he reaches into her yawning lips pinching
her tongue to yank it out of her.
   Picking up a needle and heating it up over the coiled-grid he brings it
to her wet drooling tonguemeat.
   "Fuckbag!" he growls and without hesitation he pierces the red-glowing
pin into the pregnant cow's tongue, right into the middle of her tongue,
right through it, all the way through it, as she gurgle-screams and rocks
on her bound feet and pulls on her cuffed wrists.  He drives the pin
through the woman's tongue from the right to the left until it rips out the
other side then taking another needle he pierces the bitch's mouth-muscle
from the top to the bottom.  Blood spurts from the pierced appendage down
her chin and throat.  Her nipples spurt more milk on his chest.  The large
pins form a cross which does not allow the tongue to be retracted back into
the mouth and the helpless bitch drools spit and blood, choked by the
barbed wire around her throat and tangled hair.
   Stryker steps back jerking off, the sensation of the blood-stained
work-glove interesting on his ramrod prick.
   "That should teach you to speak out of turn, bitch," he snarls.  Then to
his men:
"Flog her.  Use the lead-tipped dog-whips.  Don't hold back.  Hurt the
bitch. Use her like the fuckbag she is.  Let's see if we can make her and
her daughter shit those babies out on the floor today."
   Sherry now sees Stryker return to her.  She sees the men take the
dogwhips and sees them go around behind her to attack.  She cannot see what
Stryker has done to her mother and imagines the worst.  But then all her
thoughts are wiped clean as she sees him raise the pin with the
pliars...the hot glowing pin which is so sharp, so long, so terribly long
and smouldering...Every thought except the anticipation of that terrible
pain disappears and she trembles before her Master, trembles and shivers in
exquisite helplesness.
   "...no...n-no....no....n-nhh...nnn...no..." she sobs softly as he brings
the heated pin to her big milk-spilling boob.
   Behind her she hears the sharp thud, wack, crack, slash of whips on her
mother's naked pregnant body as Stryker's men surround and castigate their
helpless target.
   As the pin enters Sherry's left breast from the side and is pushed deep
into the cortex of her milk-filled gland she emits a shrill cry of agony
and her unseeing eyes focus on the whipped teenage girls that hang from
their wrists by the chains.
   Inside her, the baby kicks desperately reflecting her own mindless panic
and Stryker laughs as he sees her belly twisting, mis-shapen by the
movements of the unborn infant.
   On the other side of the metal shaft, Diane takes her punishment
enveloped in gasping drooling agony, jerking, surging, going up on her
toes, flinching as the hooded men passionately beat the front of her body
with the leaded dog-whips.  Her pin-festooned tits and barbed-wire torn
pussy take vicious slices that bruise and tear her smooth female flesh. 
She takes well-aimed cuts to her plump thighs, on the front of the thighs,
on the sides, on the upper thighs in the most sensitive areas, up near her
bleeding cunt, down near the knees, on the knees, on her shins...and she
shakes and quivers trapped, dizzy from the lack of oxygen, seeing spots
before her eyes, the barbed wire strangling her slowly but not
terminally... Most of all, the men heartlessly whip her big pregnant belly,
hard, relentlessly, driving the hard lead tips which are the size of
almonds into the stretched, bloated abdomen.
   Her baby, further along then her daughter's, is in a frenzy inside her
punching and kicking and twisting as the men outside fiercely vent their
fury on its mother. Unable to contain herself Diane, grunting and gasping
under the whipping, punished from the outside and from the inside, feels a
terrible contraction around her waist and a stream of shit and turds
explode from her asshole and spatter the bloodied floor between her bound
legs.  The men jeer, laugh, call her names and keep flogging away at her.
   Stryker leaves Sherry momentarily to take a look at the damage his men
are inflicting on Diane.  Literally they have whipped the shit out of her
and they are going on and on heedlessly, viciously.
   "That's it," he comments taking the next pin and heating it up as he
watches the flogging of the mother-cunt.  "That's what she deserves.  Give
it to 'er!  Give it to 'er good!"
   He returns to Sherry once again.
   The young bitch is in a daze, drool and tears spilling off her face.
   Stryker licks his lips, wipes the sweat from his eyes.
   The destruction of mother and daughter is a tremendous dark thrill for
him.
   His huge cock-club arches upward and he bends his knees to rub the tip
of it into Sherry's pussy-slit, the heated pin in the grip of the pliars in
his gloved hand.
   There are already almost thirty pins in the bitch.
   He takes this last pin and tweaking her right nipple until it is hard,
looking right into her eyes he presses the glowing shaft into the rigid nub
of flesh, gripping her nipple, pulling it upward to push the needle all the
way through the screaming pregnant bitch's tit-cap.
   The daughter's shriek rises above and joins the din of cracking whips
and grunting, choked mother-pig and Stryker urged upward by his demonic
hunger penetrates Sherry's pussy pushing himself up into her fat pregnant
womb, ripping open her pussyhole with his massive killing cock.
   The young bitch's pierced nipple spills hot blood down her ribcage and
the other tit shoots thin jets of milk on Stryker's arm and hairless chest.
He drops the pliars on the table and grabbing Sherry by her hips with his
gloved hands he fucks into her, ram-filling her pussy-hole and making her
scream wildly as his fat penis gouges her, the crown entering and exiting
her in this awkward position, arching up into the pregnant slut as her big
belly, squeezed against his hard thrusting abdomen, flexes grotesquely.
   For a few more passionate moments Stryker fucks his bitch in this
punishing position, revels in her suffering, watching his men destroy his
fuck-toy's mother on the other side of the shaft with the leaded dog-whips,
knowing he is in complete charge of this crazed orgy.  He is overcome by
the power of his sadism and as always when this stage is reached he thirsts
for slutblood.
   He licks up the trickles from Sherry's pierced boobs and the taste of
the pregnant victim makes him swoon.
   Womanblood is so terribly, terribly sweet.
   Almost unwillingly, he slides out of her.
   He signals his men to cease the whipping of Diane.
   The moment to take this orgy to a higher climax has arrived.
   Following Stryker's terse and precise commands, one of the hooded men
touches a sensor button on the video screen in the wall.
   There is a soft whirring of machinery in the ceiling of the torture
chamber once again.
   Near the metal shaft to which pregnant mother and daughter are bound
three meat-hooks connected to metal cables descend from a trap-door
overhead.  The metal cables from which the hooks protrude are linked and
connected to the black shaft on which the tortured, tit-pierced victims
await: Diane, whipped bloody
standing in her own shit, tongue and tits needle-pierced, barbed wire
around her neck; her daughter, Sherry, boobs covered and stuffed with pins,
pin-pierced nipple swollen, bloody and oozing blood-streaked milk.
   Both mother and daughter look on with dazed hopelessness as the three
whip-punished teenage girls are freed, one by one, from their manacles and
ungagged (Stryker wants to hear their screams now; needs to hear them) then
brought to the metal meat-hooks.
   Stryker, who has removed his work gloves, sits in a comfortable,
ornately carved wooden chair across the room, like a king in his throne,
watching his men carry out his instructions.
   The little bitch Stacey is chosen first.
   Jerking off slowly, Stryker watches his men drag the struggling young
blonde woman to one of the meat-hooks.
   While two hooded servants hold the unfortunate teenager with her arms
out in front of her the third man expertly pierces the sharp metal spike
through one of the little bitch's wrist then the other impaling her on the
cold steel, she screaming, babbling and bleeding.  Then, taking a blowtorch
from the floor beside him, the hooded man fires it up and runs the flame
against the teenage girl's grossly pierced wrists to cauterize the wounds.
   Amy and Julie sob loudly and beg for mercy.  They beg Stryker to stop,
to let them go.
   Diane and Sherry know begging is useless and they just look at the floor
and weep quietly.  They know one or more of them, perhaps all of them, will
die here in this chamber.
   In her own mind, Sherry still clings to the frail hope that the monster
will take pity on her and her mom.  That they have been separated from the
other three victims in order to be spared.  But she knows that the monster
is not through with them.  Not by a long shot.  Quietly she prays that she
will be able to survive the ordeal.  She prays for the strength she will
need for her and her mother who, she knows, though she cannot turn to
actually see the full extent of it, has already been severely damaged
physically and psychologically.  She is surprised to find herself still
relatively calm and focused even though the pain and heat of her pierced
mammaries and nipple flood her senses.  Her lips are parched with thirst
but she dares not ask for water, dares not speak at all knowing the dire
consequences such action could have.
   Instead she bites her lip and prays.  Prays for herself and for the
others that the men will exhaust themselves before they inflict too much
damage.  And yet, she thinks, will He really let them go after they have
seen his face?  Aren't they all already irreversibly doomed?  She is
ashamed of her next thought...let it be the others and not us.  Please.  If
He has to kill someone...let it be one of the others....not me...not my
baby...
   Returning to the video-screen, Stryker's hooded servant touches another
button.
   The same mechanical sound recurs and the young blonde is raised upward
off the floor by her pierced, meat-hooked wrists crying, begging and
whining.  There is a lound mechanical click in the ceiling as of gears
engaging and suddenly the weight of the hanging teenager begins to lift a
mechanism inside the black shaft to which the two pregnant bitches are
bound.  As the weight of the meat-hooked girl bears downward two blades
emerge from the floor at the base of the black shaft and rise. The blades
are strategically placed between the legs of the pregnant cows and they
rise toward the unprotected pussy-slits of the unsuspecting victims.  The
teenage girl hangs some six feet off the ground from the high ceiling of
the subterranean chamber and eventually the resistance of the mechanism
seems to overcome the pressure of her weight so that the blades in the
black shaft stop their upward ascent.
   Stryker smiles.
   The mechanism has been calibrated to the specific weight of these
victims.
   Only when all three teenage girls hang from the meathooks will the
blades rise all the way up into the pussies of the pregnant mother and her
daughter.
   And even then, the full weight of the three teenagers will not be
allowed to govern the mechanism until a final release button is depressed.
   Stryker's men now go for Julie, the teenage redhead.
   Her struggle is not quite as lively as Stacey's and she allows herself
to be led across the room.  But when the meathook pierces her wrists her
body is suddenly posessed by a wild rictus of pain.  Her screaming pleas
are absolutely heart-rending making Stryker salivate and smile wickedly.
   Again the blazing torch is applied to stop the bleeding, furthering the
victim's anguish, and the young raped bitch is hauled upward.
   The mechanism clicks and takes her weight.
   The sharp steel blades rise higher up the black shaft and Sherry hearing
the friction of metal against metal looks down over her big stomach between
her legs to see the blade on her side coming up between her legs.
   "Ohhhh Godd noooo!  Noooo!  Ohhh Jeeesuss!" she screams. 
"Ahh....no...m- mmhh...  momma...mohhmm?...gghhhh...no...no...."
   Diane's terrified eyes too look down in response to her daughter's cries
and she is able to see just past the swell of her huge whipped belly as the
sharp metal blade moves upward slowly with smooth hydraulic certainty.
   Choked and tongue-pierced she can say nothing but her gasping and head-
shaking betray her horror.
   Stryker is in seventh heaven.
   Before bringing the third teenage girl to the last meat-hook the hooded
men now approach the two pregnant bitches.
   One of the men has long black six-inch nails in his hand and a small
sledge hammer.
   They go to the daughter first.
   Looking down Sherry sees the two hooded men take her legs, one on each
side, firmly grasping her by soft thighs and strong calves, to press her
feet down against the wooden base around the shaft.  Both men look up at
her.  Their mouths are sneering, half-smiling.  One of them shows his mean,
small teeth in an ugly snarl.
   The third man takes a nail, positions it just above her big toe.
   "Ooohhh Godd...no..." Sherry groans realizing what is about to happen.
   Raising the sledge hammer, the hooded man in front of her drives the
black metallic spike through her foot with three decisive strokes.
   The awesome pain draws a wailing shriek from her as she watches the man
now drive another nail right through the middle of her small well-pedicured
limb.
   Moving to the other side he repeats the process effectively nailing the
screaming pregant bitch to the base of the shaft.
   Then the men move to Diane and nail her to the floor.  For the hell of
it the hooded man drives three more nails into the whipped mother-slut, one
through the small digit of her left foot just above the pink-painted
toe-nail ripping the tendon and muscle and shattering the frail bone to
pieces.
   The blowtorch is used again to cauterize the awful wounds.
   Finally, Amy, the lovely brunette teenager who, though she has no clue,
will be the first to die, is brought to the meat-hook that will suspend her
for her final punishment and which will add the required weight for the
blades to slice upward into the pregnant cows' cunt-slits.
   Stryker watches the men drive the meathook through her delicate wrists
and apply the blowtorch.  Her screams are like those of a younger girl,
like those of a child, high-pitched and pitiful and he feels them in his
surging cock.  She cries out for her mommy, regressed by the terrible pain
and the horror of her predicament to the helplessness of infancy and
Stryker, now rising from his throne, inhales deeply, flexes his strong
hands, moves slowly across the room toward her.
   The hooded servant in control of the mechanism raises Amy's wrists high
above her head by her impaled wrists but observing his Master's
instructions does not raise her completely off the ground, leaving her
stretched upward on her tippy- toes.
   From the table where one of his servants has placed it Stryker now takes
the implement he will use on Amy.
   It is a set of silver-metal teeth set in a hinged jaw which he now
slides into his mouth.  His own teeth fit into the jaw's outer frame which
is lined with rubber allowing him to grip the device.  The inside of the
jaw consists of an upper and a lower row of sharp, piranha-like teeth,
about a half inch long in the front and receding to a quarter of an inch in
the back; the back of the hideous mechanism is open allowing passage into
Stryker's throat.
   He tests the mechanism by clicking the teeth agains each other.  The
hanging girls look down at him and he sees the terror in their eyes.  He
knows how hideous he must appear to them and he smiles a killing metal
smile of death.
   To the young females his appearance is monstrous now, his cock fully and
impossibly erect, but, incredibly, the transformation is not yet complete.
   From the table he takes the bladed gloves, black rubber claws with short
blades on the end of each finge, the ones he thinks of as his Freddy
Krueger gloves.
   He pulls the gloves on and waves his bladed fingers in the air.
   The women cry and plead and he laughs and his men laugh.
   He has become a nightmare-figure, a horrible ghoul thirsty for
girlblood.
   Amy stands on her toes, suspended before him, completely and utterly at
his mercy shaking her head, crying, begging.  Nothing in her short life has
even slightly prepared her for this moment.  Always the pretty young
teenager has been pampered, coddled, told how pretty she is.  The world has
shown her only kindness, deference and sweetness, never sorrow, never
doubt. She has never even been spanked; in fact she's hardly ever been
scolded.  All her short life she has been a good girl with good grades,
quiet and obedient, mindful and respectful.
   Now she sees Him approach, she looks up into those hungry hawkslits, He
towering over her though she is pulled up almost off the floor.  He is
so...BIG.  His cock is an ugly tentacle pointed threateningly at her as now
He raises His arm to strike, steel-claw-glove catching a glint of light.
   With a snarling growl He swipes the clawed glove across her big juicy
tit.
   The blades slice her tender skin open and she bleeds instantly
screeching in response to the sharp cut-pain.  He swipes down across her
other tit slicing the nipple clean off the young innocent bitch.  Her feet
leave the ground as she kicks and flails helplessly and He moves in.
   Opening his silver-toothed mouth Stryker takes her juicy bleeding pap,
the one that still has a nipple on it, into the grip of the metal teeth. 
He takes as much of her tit in his mouth as he can handle, the nipple at
the center of the radius of his bite and with all the strength in his jaw
he clamps down on the unfortunate child's titmeat.  She stiffens as his
claw-gloved hands grip her by the hips slicing into her skin and with a
tearing motion he rip-bites half her tit-mound off, nipple and all to chew
it, hot sweet girl-blood flooding his mouth and throat as he devours Amy's
living flesh.He takes her other breast now and rips two huge bites out of
it leaving only jagged bleeding meat in the place of the luscious
well-shaped orb.  He moves inexorably down her body taking hard deep bites
of her hips and flanks blood spurting on his face and hands and chest.  He
steps back momentarily to slap-swipe at her soft belly and thighs with his
claws leaving beautiful, thin-line bleeding stripe- wounds only to move in
again to take bites of her sliced-up flesh moving down her legs, feasting
on her exquisite thighs, ripping deep bitewounds in her of central and
lateral muscle and flesh.  He pushes his bladed fingers up her twat ripping
her young pussy open, moving in like a rabid dog to devour her vaginal
mound and lips as she kicks and wails hanging on the meat-hook, her strong
youthful body responding energetically to his lethal assault.  He bites
into her knees clamping his jaws shut harder and harder until the bones
snap and he scrapes the flesh and bonebits up into his mouth to chew and
swallow.  Going down on his knees while his men watch him mesmerized and
jerking off he turns Amy around and begins a methodical savaging of her
lovely legs, taking ripping, deep-gouging bitefuls from the posterior of
her thighs from her chunky asscheeks to the back of her crushed knees and
down the juicy calves which he attacks with snarling barbarity sinking the
steel teeth deep into tendon and muscle, holding them in her for a while,
clamping deeper and finally tearing his head back with a shout to scoop big
chunks out of her, all the way down to the bone.
   He devours her heels and crushes the ankle bones in his jaws, chews and
tears off her toes savoring one at a time, hard bony morsels of young
female.
   Moving back up he slams his bladed fist up her bleeding snatch, reaches
up inside the poor screaming, torn-apart, teenage girl and takes a
pincer-hold of her uterus to rip out the inside of her pussy and bladder
while he fastens his steel jaw on her buttocks, greedily feasting on the
plentiful girlmeat.
   The other captives watch in frozen horror.  The gruesome and unprovoked
attack of the pretty teenage girl is too much for them to grasp.  Julie has
already begun to lose her reason.  Diane, lost in the haze of her own agony
watches in awe, her pinned tongue lolling between her swollen lips and
bleeding as she drools incessantly.  Sherry shuts her eyes tightly and
turns her face against her shoulder. Stacey moans, whimpers and looks up at
her own meat-hooked arms stretched upward, her feet dangling in mid-air
wondering if Stryker will come for her next.
   Swinging Amy around again like a puppet Stryker tears into her belly,
angling his pistoning jaws to tear through the abdominal skin into her
guts. Shit and piss evacuate from the victim as he opens a hole in the
middle of her just below her belly-button and reaches into her with his
claws to pull her small intestines and a piece of colon out of her.  Her
throat is scraped from her constant screaming but after this last hideous
invasion her cries become breathless and unintelligible as he rises to
stand in front of her, raise her bloody ravaged broken legs to pull them
apart, ordering his men to hold her open as he lifts his huge prick up into
her ripped apart vagina.
   He slams up into his teenage bitch clutching her by her armpits with
bladed claws and sinking his teeth deep into her tender throat to bite
deep, hard, relentlessly through her jugular, her blood spurting
rhythmically into his mouth and face and neck and chest.
   He leans back to hilt his cock deep in her.  As he does, his hooded
servants, carried away by the inhuman brutality of the attack pull Amy's
legs up and back dislocating her hips, tendons and muscles tearing and
rending as the little bitch shudders and with a long sighing gasp dies, her
eyes rolling back in her head as Stryker fucks her gutted broken body
mercilessly.
   He fucks the dead girl with all the energy he's able to muster while his
men hold her lifeless carcass for him.  He stands on his toes in her
eviscerated guts which puddle on the floor and ooze out of her as he
slam-bangs her.  Her guts run down his thighs and legs.  He takes bites of
her shoulders and up-raised arms, feeding on her while he fucks her.  Then
he steps back and lets his men have her.  They penetrate her torn asshole
and pussy and fuck her dead body, growling, grunting like dogs, ejaculating
on her and in her.
   Stryker moves to Julie who hangs catatonic four feet from the ground,
her pretty legs level with his shoulders.
   "You're...so....quiet..." he growls, blood and gristle spilling from his
steel-jawed mouth as he looks up at his next sexy young victim.
   He reaches out and slowly, gently runs a bladed forefinger down the
redhead's pretty dangling left leg from the back of her knee to her foot
leaving a thin red blood-line.  Her limb kicks responsively to the sharp
pain but she makes no sound.
   "What's the matter?  Cat got your tongue?"
   He chuckles sickly.  Behind him the hooded men savage Amy's dead body.
   Julie looks down on the monster as He now takes the other leg by the
ankle. On the leg He has cut she feels the blood pooling and dripping off
her heel.
   She is in another world, a world no longer human.  She is in an
underground world of demons.  The Demon King has captured her.  She has
watched the Demon King eat a girl.  There is no other reality.  There never
was.  The Demon King is all there is...and now she sees Him take her clean,
pretty leg and she sees His sharp metallic teeth bared, one of his claws
gripping her ankle, the other at her knee, his jaws closing at the
midpoint, into her shinbone with a crunch and then she is screaming,
screaming, screaming like a little girl in a nightmare, a long ago
forgotten nightmare, and the Demon King is smiling, her leg in his horrible
mouth, in response to her cries and the taste of her blood.  She hears her
bone snap in His jaws, sees Him reach up with both claws and scrape His
blade-nails into her from her luscious boobs down her belly, down her
thighs to her knees as He releases her to leave her hanging there crying,
squealing, bleeding, one leg broken, a biteful of it missing as He chews,
the other leg kicking, toes downpointed like a ballerina's frozen in
mid-leap.
   "That's right," he snarls.  "That's how I want you, bitch...just like
that...nnrrhh JUST like that...!"
   He strokes his cock slowly with the rubber palm of the bladed glove
staring up at her.
   She looks down (her eyes lost and feverish) and sees only the Demon
King, steel-toothed, steel-clawed, mouth, hands and cock covered with
girlblood.
   Without warning he takes one of her dangling feet and sinks his metal
teeth deep into the white lightly freckled meat of her arch.  Her sobbing
cries become wild piercing shrieks as he clutches the trembling foot to his
mouth, clamping in to the bone, tearing the skin off her to eat it, then
biting off her big toe.
   With an animalistic snarl he grabs her other foot as she weakly kicks at
him and he tears a chunk out of it then seizes her ankle in his jaws hard,
harder, harder until the slender bone cracks.
   He reaches up and claws at her pussy while he bites her legs, small
bites at first then bigger ones that go into the rippling muscle.  Holding
her by one bleeding leg he reaches up and pushes his bladed fingers up her
snatch to fuck her and cut her open.  He sends his extended third finger
deep into her anal passage and twists it inside her until blood and shit
trickle down his arm.
   Then after bite-ripping the big toe off her other foot he steps back
shouting at his men to raise Amy's dead body up on the meathook.
   They obey him wordlessly hauling the pretty teenager's mutilated cadaver
up off the ground on the whirring mechanism which now responding to the
weight of the three teenage victims raises the blades on the black shaft
relentlessly up into Sherry and Diane's pussies.
   Both pregnant women begin screaming simulteanously.
   The black blades are shaped like scmitars, curved upward like
half-moons, with dagger-like protuberances placed strategically to
penetrate cunt and asshole.  As these protuberances pierce and cut the
pregnant wenches their screams become shrill and they bang their heads
against the shaft.
   "Yeah!  YEAHH!" Stryker shouts.
   His men shout along with him.
   The blades sink into the two bitches and cut their lower bellies but do
not slice past the epidermal layer, the full weight of the three teenagers
still held in check by the hydraulic mechanism.
   Peeling off the bladed gloves Stryker now takes the pliars.
   One of his men brings him the thin aluminum tubes.  Each tiny tube is
nearly seven inches long, one end concave and needle-sharp.
   He picks one up with the pliars and shows it to Diane, bringing it up to
her face.
   "You see this, cunt?" his words are distorted by the metal device in his
mouth but clearly understandable.
   She nods, trembling, almost on the verge of passing out from the stress
on her mind and body.  She can feel the blade pressing against her pregnant
belly, the sharp steel in her asshole and vagina and small trickles of
blood oozing down her forced-apart legs.  Held completely immobile against
the shaft by her arms and by her feet which are nailed, like her
daughter's, to the base of the platform, she's horrified by the possibility
of the dark blade slicing up into her and Sherry's pregnant bellies opening
them like ripe watermelons, an event all the more probable in her mind
considering the butchery of the teenage girl which she has just witnessed.
Diane knows with all certainty now that this monster is capable of
anything.
   Stryker begins to heat the tiny tube on the heat panel.
   "I'm gonna put it in your filthy tit.  I'm gonna burn your tit with it.
Burn it all up inside...When I'm done, your fucking boob'll be worthless
for the rest of your fuckin' life..." he pauses to sneer cynically at her
for effect.  "...which, all things considered, may not be very long
anyway..."
   Now, standing over Diane, his horrible steel-jawed mouth still dripping
the blood of the girls he has grossly cannibalized, holding his new victim
steady by one shoulder he pushes the sharp end of the hot aluminum tube
slowly into the pregnant mother-cow's lovely fat nipple.  She lets out a
low trembling bellow as the tube slides into the heart of her boob, ripping
through the main lactiferous ducts, cutting blood and milk out of her, her
big pap quivering like custard making all the pins stuck in it jiggle as
Stryker smiles and smiles, pushing deeper and deeper.  Her flesh hisses and
smokes as the tube sinks into her completely destroying the inside of her
fat whoreboob.
   When he comes up against her rib-bone Stryker pauses.
   She looks up at him, pinned tongue unable to recede into her pink
swollen lips, mouth parted and panting, eyes shimmering with tears.
   "If I do decide to let you live, pig," Stryker tells her calmly, his
words transformed into hideousness by the metal tooth-and-jaw device.  "You
and the worm inside you - you'll only have one tit to feed your baby with
now.  Is that good enough for you?  Huh?  What do you think?  Can you make
do with just one of your big jugs?"
   Slowly, Diane nods, her eyes looking for his mercy.
   "Yeah?" he asks sarcastically.  "You think so?"
   He picks up another aluminum tube and begins to heat it on the panel.
   "Of course there's always baby formula..."
   Diane whines and shakes her head.  She tries to plead with him but her
pinned tongue wagging and bleeding makes her speech almost impossible to
understand.
   "Pleeehze!  Ahh-ghh-n-nnaaghhh- noohh!  N-noohh!  eeahh'll oo ahhttt
oouu ahhnt -ppleehhz!  ohnt uuhrt mmee - nnggooohh!"
   Stryker's men laugh at the sounds she makes.
   They are covered with bloody pieces of the dead teenage girl they
greedily plundered and now they are erect once again, ready for more
destruction, gleefuly anticipating their Master's every move.
   Stryker positions the heated tube over Diane's remaining nipple.
   "What do you think, guys?" he asks his men.  "Should I leave this pig
one tit to feed her filthy baby?  I think she told me she'll do whatever I
want if I don't hurt her anymore."
   "Fuck that!" one of the men shouts.  "Put it in 'er!  Burn her big tit!
Gouge it out of 'er!"
   Stryker looks into Diane's pleading face watching the effect the cruel
words etch there then, suddenly, he circles around the other side of the
shaft, seizing daughter Sherry by one shoulder and pushing the tube into
her one undamaged nipple.
   Taken completely by surprise Sherry squeals as the sharp hot aluminum
pierces through the tip of her nub and enters her burning.  As Stryker
pushes the tube slowly into the depths of his young whoreslave's breast the
invasive agony envelops her and she shudders, her head rolling back as the
inside of her milk-gland is terminally ravaged.
   Sherry screams.  Her mother whimpers.  The men jeer, laugh.  One of the
men spits in Diane's face.
   Stryker heats up another of the aluminum tubes on the heat panel.
   "Who's next I wonder..." he muses sadistically.  "Momma?  Or her sweet
daughter?  Or maybe we'll just slip this little tube right into one of your
big fucking bellies to kill whatever's in there...Isn't that a lovely
idea?"
   Both women weep and plead disconsolately as Stryker circles both female
victims holding the red-hot aluminum tube in the pliars.
   He stops in front of Diane.
   Spittle runs down off her cheek.
   Blood oozes off her pierced tongue which now is swollen and red.
   Her eyes are bloodshot and tear-filled.
   Her lovely blonde hair is a mess.
   He takes her by a shank of it.
   It is silky in his hand as her lips quiver and gape, pinned tongue
between them.
   "You won't need to nurse anymore, fuckface." Stryker sneers cruelly and
gripping the bitch by her head he savagely pierces the tiny heated tube
into her remaining nipple, searing, piercing, pushing to the hilt, fucking
her tit with the blistering metal, then pushing further lodging it in her
rib-bone, leaving her hyperventilating, almost fainting as he steps back.
   "...Still wanna live?" he asks her.
   She nods weakly, shivering, her eyes unable to hold his anymore, sliding
away.
   He circles around to Sherry.
   There is one little tube left.
   He takes it with the pliars, begins to heat it.
   "You've still got one tit left to feed your litter with, cow...Wanna
keep it?" he asks cruelly.
   "Y-yes, sir," Sherry groans, writhing, looking down at the tube on the
end of his pliars and back at his merciless, steel-toothed face.
   "Pleeeease don't hurt us anymore...pleeeease?"
   He takes her by the hair.
   "Yeah!" the men growl.  "Yeah, Stryker!  Give it to 'er!"
   His eyes greedily consume her.
   He raises the pliars with the needle-tube glowing on the end of it.
   "You're really pretty," he tells her, his hot breath in her eyes.  "You
know that?Hmm?  How about if I give you a choice, pretty girl."
   She looks at him, wide-eyed, brows furrowed.
   "Your face or your nipple.  That's your choice.  The needle's gonna go
in one or the other.  Which one will it be?  Your face or your nipple?"
   "P-pleease.."
   He takes her by the throat choking her.
   "Make your choice or die!  Now!"
   "N-nnuhh-nipp-nipple..."
   "Vanity, vanity, all is vanity sayeth the prophet," Stryker sing-songs.
"A whore'll do anything to save her face.  You want it in your nipple? 
Here it is.  Take what's coming to you."
   Assertively, with his free hand he yanks out the pin he'd pierced in
Sherry's nipple earlier.  A tiny gush of blood spews from the wound and
without hesitation he stabs the blazing tube-pin deep into the young
woman's bleeding mammary-tip.  She howls and rocks, tries to go up on her
toes but is held down by her nailed feet.  Her chest is on fire.  A plume
of smoke rises from her pierced bleeding titmound.
   "Ahhh..." Stryker groans, fiendishly glowering as he pushes the thin
tube to the hilt in the pregnant woman's fat breast.  From Sherry's lovely
boobs, just like from her mother's, the end-tip of the tubes jut from the
blackened auerolae, the nipple ripped open like a singed flower-bud.
   "I believe we're ready to milk these cows..." Stryker voices gloatingly.
   One of the men brings a device, a scuba-tank sized cylinder on a
hand-cart from which four rubber tubes dangle.
   The cylinder is placed on the floor near the two pregnant women and the
tubes are connected to the tiny spears which jut from mother and daughter's
tortured jug-crowns.
   Stryker pulls the pins from the tit-meat watching the thin trickles of
slutblood ooze down sweaty, gasping rib-cages, and fat pregnant bellies. 
He slowly draws the pins from Diane's swollen tongue...slowly, leaning
forward to lick up the warm bloody droplets that slide down her neck...She
glances up at him with gratitude drawing her tongue back into her mouth,
her eyes searching for more leniency...Instead, he sneers and flicks a
switch on the side of the cylinder.  Diane's eyes suddenly go wide.
   There is a soft buzzing sound and the men jerk off watching as the women
cry out, arch their backs and struggle against their bonds, the clear
plastic tubes leading to the cylinder filling up with dark red blood
streaked with milk and bits of flesh.  After a few moments the fat breast
orbs begin to collapse inward and the female cries become screeches of
indescribable agony.
   Diane's head twists up to the ceiling and she screams raucously.
   When the once lovely tits are mis-shapen, blood-drained and sagging,
Stryker shuts off the device.
   One of the hooded men brings wine-glasses from a cupboard.
   From a tiny plastic nozzle on the other side of the cylinder the mixture
of Diane's and her daughter Sherry's blood and titmilk is poured into the
crystal goblets then passed around.
   The men drink the warm human excretions.
   They dip their cocks in it.
   Now they are dangerous predators.
   Julie, her mutilated legs and feet bleeding, cries for help, senselessly
beseeches at the soundproofed ceiling for escape, her pierced cauterized
wrists spilling more blood around the edges of the meathook.
   Stacey joins her in babbling hysteria, both teenage victims kicking
their legs in mid air and jerking around desperately.
   The movement of the hanging girls causes the blades to rise up the shaft
a little further.
   Diane and Sherry begin to jiggle uncomfortably and sob as the blades
threaten to slice them in half.
   Stryker faces his two pregnant captives.
   "I will allow one of you to live," he tells them as he strokes himself,
smiling his hideous blood-dripping metallic smile.  "Only one..."
   "Which one of you will die that the other may be saved?"
   "M-my daughter..." Diane blurts out, sobbing and hanging her head.
   "Let m-my uughhhh....let mm-my d-daughter live..."
   "No!" Sherry screams turning her head back, trying to see her mom.  "No!
Take me!  Me!"
   "This is soo inspiring," Stryker replies cynically.
   The two teenage girls, Julie and Stacey, suspended by their pierced
wrists on the other side of the chamber grow more and more agitated.  The
third girl, Amy, is now, literally, just dead weight.  The blades rise
slightly.
   "But there is only one just solution to this dilemma," Stryker finishes.
   He turns to his men.
   "Free her," he commands.
   Following his signals they begin to release Sherry from the shaft,
prying the nails that hold her feet to its base and un-clipping the cuffs
that hold her to her mother.
   "No!" she screams.  "No!  No!  No!"
   The hooded men stand Sherry up against the wall and release her ankles
from the spreader bar.  She starts to slide down to her knees.
   Stryker's hand at her chest, just below her neck keeps her up.
   "Don't fall, bitch," he snarls meanly.
   The men now have three foot long, heavy wooden clubs in their hands.
   Stryker too has a club.
   "Don't fall.."
   Off-balanced by the removal of Sherry, Diane can only lean back against
the shaft, held immobile by her nailed feet and watch with helpless horror
as her daughter is surrounded by the four club-wielding men.
   "Only her belly..." Stryker shouts above the shrill cries of the
desperate teenagers.  He is already raising his club.
   "Only her belly..."
   THUDD!  WACKK!  SMACKK!  WHUMMPP!
   The hard clubs rise and fall.  Savagely the men beat the belly of the
pregnant blonde.
   She cries and screams for help, for mercy.  Her mother screams at the
attackers to stop, sobbing, pleading.
   The teenage girls lunge and the blade moves up into Diane's womb,
slicing through skin.
   "Don't FALL!" Stryker shouts at Sherry who leans weakly back against the
wall under the onslaught of the clubs suddenly seized by the deep aching
contractions of child-birth.
   "If you fall you DIE, PIG!"
   "Ahhgghh!  Uhgg!  N-nahhhggh!" Sherry grunts, her arms reaching out in a
crucified position, hands searching for a grip on the bare masonry wall as
the clubs smack brutally into her abdomen.  Her knees sag but somehow she
manages to stand on her nail-pierced bloody feet, her legs spreading apart
as more gut- wrenching contractions squeeze her insides.  There is a burst
of fluid from her cunt suddenly as her cervix begins to dilate.  Shit and
piss burst out of her.
   "AA-AhhhGGHHHH!" she screams, her eyes wild as she fixes a sightless
stare on the distant ceiling, head slammed back against the wall.
   The clubs fall harder, faster.
   The men beat her upper thighs and once or twice her wasted boobs but
they focus on the target Stryker has chosen, her soft round seven month
pregnant cow- belly.
   "UUUuuuuuu-Uwwwhhhhh!" Sherry scream-grunts.  More fluid splashes out of
her.  A sudden dark burst of blood.  Her hands are fisted, the muscles on
her neck stand out sharply.  "Uuhhhmmmrrrhhggghhh!" she grunts, sweating
under the meat- thumping swats of the clubs.
   Stryker clubs her upper belly and the side of her belly.
   The others slam the center and lower portions of the swollen womanmeat.
   The shouts punctuate the killing blows.
   "Bitch!'
   "Whore!'
   "Pigface!"
   "Cunt!"
   Stryker now slams the lower sides of his suffering cow-whore's womb.
   A bursting agony consumes Sherry, blinding and suffocating her.  Her
lungs fill with air that is like burning fire, unbreathable, ejecting from
her in loud gasping shrieks and gurgling grunts.  Her cervix is opening
wider and wider and her thighs ache as the muscles spasm and clench all the
way down her legs, all the way up her buttocks.  She begins to convulse,
almost falling forward but Stryker pushes her back against the wall.
   "DON'T FALL PIG!"
   THUDD!  THUDD!  SMMACCKK!  WHHAPPFF!
   "UhhGGHH!  NNUGGHH- Uh - Uh - Uh -UUHRRGHH!"
   The clubs rupture her organs, a gulp of dark blood erupts from her
choking lips, her cervix now completely split and the infant's head pushing
through as the beating-induced labor begins.  The infant all bloody.  Blood
streaming out of her.  Hot brown gunk and shit.
   The chamber is filled with the screams of tortured female.
   The teenagers tear their wrists on the meathooks.
   The terrible blade cuts upward into Diane who staggers back against the
metal shaft, tries to go up on her toes unable to because of the nails
through her pretty feet.  She too begins to feel the horrible contractions
of induced labor, spasms that rock her and make her shriek at the top of
her lungs as the blade cuts through the outer skin of her gutsac and the
barbs pierce deep gouging widening cervix and lower colon.
   Now Sherry is half-way through giving birth and Stryker reaches out to
grab the head of the baby as his men continue to pound the living shit out
of the pregnant bitch-cow.  He begins to pull on the tiny body yanking it
out of its mother.
   "EEEahhhhh!" Sherry screams wildly.  "EEEIIIIHHHH - N -NAHHHH!"
   To Sherry it seems her whole life is being yanked down out of her by her
cunt, that she is being completely gutted and mauled.  Each rasping scream
weakens her as she struggles vainly for breath almost fainting but somehow
staying up on her bleeding feet knowing certain death will come if she
falls.
   She sees her mother on the shaft being sliced in half now.  Erratically
she sees her husband, Tom, in her mind and her father.  Its a family picnic
months before in the back yard.  Then the reality of the moment drowns her.
   "M-m-mmuhh-mm-ma..." she grunts.  "N-nhaaaghhhh!  Muuhmmma!"
   And then Stryker is pulling the infant out of her holding it up by its
feet in front of her.  The men stop the clubbing.
   "Its a GIRL!" he shouts crazily.  The tiny baby gives out a single
wailing cry then with all his strength the crazed sadist swings its tiny
body against the wall three times by one little leg splattering it to death
and tossing it across the room as the hooded men shout triumphantly.
   Stryker leans close to Sherry and whispers in the dazed, mind-blown
young woman's ear.
   "You can fall now..."
   With a bewildered sigh she slides down to her knees with a thump to look
up at the men who circle around her.
   "Let's piss on 'er," one of them suggests.
   "Yeahh," Stryker agrees.  "Good idea."
   Four semi-tumescent pricks hiss.  Hot stinking yellow urine spatters her
lovely wasted face, her wasted tits and bruised broken belly and thighs,
drips down her and forms a wide puddle on the floor around her knees.
   "Open your mouth," a dark voice above her snarls.
   She does as she is told.
   Piss fills her lips, slides down her throat, chokes her.
   She's already passing out.
   A hand grips her by her hair until the pissing is finished.
   Her eyes roll back in her head as she faints and slides back against the
wall with a thump to lie sprawled, legs wide, covered with piss, blood and
bruises on the floor of the chamber, the afterbirth squeezing out of her
cunt in one squishy gulp.
   Diane's body is at war with the invading blade...and losing.
   She has witnessed the slaughter of her daughter's baby and the
humiliating image of lovely wasted Sherry on her knees, her tormentors
laughing and pissing on her as she passes out.
   Her own body, much less further along in pregnancy than Sherry's,
nevertheless begins its final attempt to deliver the seed in her distended
womb as the blade slices her open.  Her water breaks and the cervix begins
to split apart.  But the steel barbs pressing upward into her do not allow
nature to run its course.
   She wails pitifully as her belly bulges horribly, sliced neatly in half
from underneath.
   Pieces of her small intestines squeeze past the wound and blood spurts
out of her with the rythmic pounding of her heart.
   "Uuhhwwwhhhh!- Uhhhwww!" she grunts.
   Stryker and his men watch her long slow death their cocks now fully
engorged once again in their stroking grips.
   The blade continues, unstoppably to rise.
   Part of the placental sac and some more amniotic fluid spill from the
slice- wound in Diane's abdomen.
   She coughs up blood and then vomits.
   Her hands, left wrist-chained to the shaft by the men when they freed
Sherry clutch at the air hopelessly now.  She shudders spastically and
looks back at the men giving them her suffering, her pain, her dying
anguish.  They see the surrender in her eyes, the knowledge that they are
killing her and watching her die, and their pleasure is fed.
   "Beautiful..." Stryker whispers softly.
   There is a rending ripping sound inside Diane and her head tilts back,
blood bubbling up out of her mouth.  More blood streaming from the mortal
blade.  A dark mass spills from the hole in the front of her womb now.  Its
a small mass of flesh with tiny doll-like arms...the upper half of her
baby...which falls with a thump to the floor between her nailed feet.
   Her legs give out and she slumps, sitting on the rising blade, defeated.
   Stryker now steps up to her, the long hunting knife in his hand.
   "This cunt won't be running up anymore credit cards..."
   The men chuckle as he takes her head by her soft blonde hair and puts
the tip of the knife to the base of her throat.
   He pushes just the tip of the knife into the 'V' in her distended neck.
   "You see what you brought about by insulting me, fuckface...Huh?"
   She whimpers, looking up at him, lost, a small drop of blood spilling
down her chest.
   "That's right...this was all your fault.  You caused it.  If you'd kept
your mouth shut we would have had a little fun with all of you and let you
go."
   "But you had to go and piss me off..."
   Then he begins to saw the sharp blade into her gradually watching her
eyebrows furrow and her lips open and gasp.
   "I've taken everything from you," he tells her smiling and rubbing his
huge prick on her lips and cheeks.  "Everything you care about...Your
daughter's baby, your baby..." Then he leans down on her, one hand on he
shoulder, to press her into the rising blade with all his weight while he
pushes the knife into her voice-box with a pop.  "Now I'm gonna take your
life...all because you insulted me..." It gives him deep sadistic pleasure
knowing she will die believing her outburst set him off even though he
planned all this destruction right from the beginning.  "Should have kept
your mout shut, pig..."
   Her eyes look up at him, wide and puzzled.  They ask the eternal
question of the victim.
   Why?Why?Why?
   His smile is replaced now by the mean scowl of the Killer.
   Because you're here, his eyes tell her.
   Because you're nothing but meat for me...nothing but lovely,tasty,
womanmeat.
   And then the scowl hardens and his expression says only: Die, bitch.
   Die.
   And he rams the knife hard, all the way through her throat while he
pushes the dying pregnant whorecow's body down into the blade.
   "A-Ahh-uuhwwhhh!" she groan-grunts as blood pumps out of her mouth, out
of her throat wound, out of her belly-wound.
   Die.
   The blade rising, reaches her diaphragm and slices through it.  Guts
spill out of Diane and slither down to the floor.  As the blade nicks her
heart, two ribs cracking, her body jerking backward against the cold metal
shaft, eyes glassy, mouth wide open, her hot blood jets out on Stryker's
belly and cock, on the wall, as he laughs and steps back.
   The hooded men go to the hanging screaming teenage girls and pull down
on their dangling, kicking legs.
   This forces the blade up into Diane's chest cavity as she clings weakly
to life.
   Stryker steps to the video screen and he touches the hydraulic release
button.
   The full weight of the teenage girls and the men pulling and
half-hanging on their legs now swiftly raises the scmitar-shaped blade
right through Diane's slumping body coming up against her neck, slicing her
in half then prying her head off her as she gasp-grunts dying, her knifed
throat ripping, her head falling forward off the torso as the blade rises
cutting the once-gorgeous pregnant blonde in half and finishing her once
and for all.  Her blonde head, still able to see and understand rolls
across the chamber floor to stare up at Stryker's sneering steel-toothed
face.
   He reaches down and draws the decapitated, blue-eyed, womanhead to his
mouth for one last bloody kiss before tossing it aside and moving toward
the remaining victims.
   Passionately aroused and blood-thirsty Stryker and his hooded men
release the two teenage girls from the meathooks.
   With the blowtorch they again cauterize the grossly punctured wrists of
the girls to keep them from bleeding to death.  From the wounds on her legs
and feet Julie has already lost a lot of blood so they begin with her
knowing that Stacey, who has only been whipped and meathooked, will last
longer.
   Julie's broken body is viciously raped and sodomized again and again,
this time with steel-barbed dildoes the men strap on around their waists.
   She is made to suck cock and drink sperm.
   She is beaten with the wooden clubs.
   This time the beating is not, as it was with Sherry, limited to one part
of the body.
   This time they are out to completely shatter the little slut.
   And to beat her they hang her by the neck and tie her hands behind her.
   Four men surround the choking child lifted up on her bitten-off toes and
broken legs by the strangling cord.
   The clubs crash down on the defenseless victim mercilessly.
   The men break her ribs, club her big sliced-up boobs, rupture her
kidneys and spleen, make her vomit blood and choke.  They club her pretty
little slut-face breaking her nose and cheek-bones.  They club her swollen
pussy-mound.  They break her knees and thigh-bones.
   Stryker clubs her back, her asscheeks, her shoulderblades finally
cracking her spine, making her gurgle and gasp and finally give out as the
rope pulls her by the neck, her head tipping sideways as her neck
snap-cracks like a dead branch.
   Leaving her to die they move in on Stacey, the pretty little high-school
tramp-slut, who cringes on the floor against the wall.
   She's pulled out to the center of the chamber by her feet, face dragging
on the bloody concrete floor.
   They rape her with even more violence, gashing out her pussy and asshole
with their steel-barbed cocks then fucking her bleeding insides with their
manflesh to cum inside her and fill the worthless little bitch, to make her
scream and grunt and beg.  They bend her down and fuck her from behind, she
on her knees.  They lay her flat and pull her legs back to slamfuck her. 
They put her in every conceivable position and fuck the goddamned shit out
of her, cumming in her cunt and in her face and mouth again and again.
   They drag her over to a wooden table, force her down on her knees in
front of it so that her big luscious boobs rest on the table surface, her
hands wire-bound behind her.  Then they pierce fishing hooks through the
babbling shrieking teenage girl's nipples and pull the breasts out on the
table, the hooks knotted to lines that are pulled to the opposite side of
the table and knotted to the table-legs.
   Stryker gets the axe.
   Julie still hangs gasping for air by her broken neck, poor broken bitch
now near death.
   Stryker swings the axe across the hanging teenage girl's torso.
   A smashing crunch of ribs is followed by a mewling wail.
   He rips the axe out of the little bitch and half her still-pumping heart
along with it.
   He swings the axe across her slender belly opening her and disemboweling
her as he pulls it out finishing her.
   He stands over Stacey.
   She pleads and pleads.
   He just snarls and brings the axe down slicing one tit off and then the
other.
   The sliced off boobmeat is passed around by the men and devoured.
   Stacey faints falling forward on the bloody table.  They revive her with
smelling salts.
   They put the meathook through the unfortunate titless blonde bitch and
raise her up to hang from the ceiling.
   They all take knives.
   Its delicious girl-slaughter as they spin her around and knife her,
knifing deep and hard into her young shapely body.  They knife into her
strong legs and thighs, into her belly ripping out intestines and liver and
stomach.
   They knife into her titless chest, into her shoulders, into her pretty
face.
   She spins, cunt-hung like a doll on a string, arms draped backward, legs
dangling off the floor.  They knife her feet, cut open her calves.  And
finally they rip her off the meathook and gash her apart, gut her, to eat
her alive while the last shivers of life spend themselves on her broken
limbs.

   When Sherry awakens she's bound to a tree on her knees, her arms behind
her, wrists roped together.
   It is morning, they are outside and there are forest sounds all around,
rustling leaves, birds.
   Stryker stands in front of her naked, a vial of smelling salts in his
hand.
   "I'm going to let you live, cunt."
   He's no longer wearing the steel-toothed device in his mouth.
   Her body is feverish, numb, sore and there is a dark vacant pain in her
womb.
   "You do not know where you've been or where you are now so you will be
able to tell the police nothing."
   He steps up to her, his huge tattooed prick in her face.  He smells of
blood and girl-guts.
   "You'll tell the police that some masked men kidnapped you and your
mother and some others and that you were allowed to live..."
   "If you do decide to tell the police about me..."
   He tilts her face back with one hand at the top of her head, clutching
her pretty blonde mane.
   "Then know that I will finish you and everyone you know or care about.
The same way I did your mother and your baby."
   "Why am I doing this?" he asks responding to her questioning eyes.
   "Take my cock in your mouth," he growls suddenly.  "Take it...now..."
   She obeys without hesitation, opening her soft pink lips to admit his
monstrous prick.
   He begins to piston slowly and then more urgently down her throat,
choking her while he holds her head in both his hands looking down at her.
   "Mmm...yeahh...This is why, pig...I'm gonna let you live because you're
worthless as a woman now.  Yeah.  That's right.  Completely worthless. 
Your tits are burned to a crisp and they will have to be amputated."
   Stryker watches the terror and horror grow like mushrooming darkness in
her lovely blue eyes.  Such pretty blue...like her mom's...like the
beheaded face of her mom in the dungeon, knowing and surrendering...
   "Your cunt has been shredded and you will need to have a total
hysterectomy...mmmhhh.."
   He pushes himself down her throat now, driving her mouth wide apart, her
jaw aching as she gasps for air.
   "Yeahh, bitch.  You're a worthless, titless, cuntless piece of shit
now...uuhhh! And you'll have to live with that your whole life - mmmhh -
yeahh...you're whole fucking life..."
   He thrusts into her face hard gripping her cruelly and she looks up to
see the pleasure invade him.
   "Uuhhhhhh!  God-DAMN!" he shouts, lifting his eyes to the sky.
   "FUCKING BITCH!  I'VE DESTROYED YOUUUU!!"
   She chokes suddenly as hot jets of sperm flood the back of her throat
and fill her mouth and spill from her lips.
   "You goddamn piece of shit CUNT! ...This is all you're good for now...
THIS!"
   He takes his cock out of her mouth and shoots off hot wads of spunk on
her sobbing face.
   "You're nothing but a SCUMBAG now...a worthless, goddamn SCUMBAG!"
   The fire subsides in his horrible hawk-eyes.  Those eyes she will never
forget.
   "For the rest of your life, pig....you'll...be...MINE...I may come back
and take you at any moment.  When you least expect it.  When you think
you're safe...I will be there...all over you...all around you..."
   He steps back and begins moving away from her.
   At the beginning of the path that disappears into the forest he turns.
   "I will always be there...always..."
   And then he was gone.
   After a few minutes she slipped into unconsciousness.
   She would wake in the hospital hours later.
   Apparently the Monster had told them where to find her.
   Her husband was there and her father and later the police but she could
not speak...she had lost her voice.
   She could not speak for months.
   She had only his taste in her throat.
   Nothing else.
   It barely allowed her to breathe.
   They never found any trace of the others and they never would.
   A year later, she draped the rope over the ceiling beam in the bedroom
of the rented cabin, stood naked on the chair, naked on her tip-toes, the
firm knotted noose around her neck.  By then several operation had left her
once lovely body permanently mutilated.  The doctors had told her there was
plastic surgery.  But there was no plastic surgery for the dark mutilation
inside, for the darkness He had put there and the taste He'd left in her
throat.
   She kicked the chair away and felt the powerful embrace of the rope
around her neck.
   Then the loud snap and the warm pleasure of release in her wasted womb.
   At last she was His...utterly His.
   Just before she sank into darkness she heard his horrible laugh.
   And again, one last time, she tasted his hot salty spunk.
   WOODBURN