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 The following story is a purely fictional account.  Any relationship to any
real person living or dead is absolutely coincidental.  The narrative deals
with torture and slaughter of innocent human beings.  The author in no way
condones or promotes such acts.  This is the world of fantasy and fiction
where the hidden corners of the psyche may be explored.  The author
believes that exploring such subject matter in this realm keeps it from
ever needing to be explored, and much less fulfilled, in real life.  There
is violence in all of us.  Otherwise there would be no crime, no war, no
destruction.  We must acknowledge the beast inside of us if we are to tame
it.  To ignore it and repress it is to invoke its appearance in our midst.
   Sweet Kill
   The deserted farm was about four miles south of Orchidea on Route 5A.
   We took the girl there, Liz and I, after we found her hitchiking near
Meyersville. We always went hunting for girl hitchikers on weekends and we
weren't always lucky but that day we hit it big time.
   "Look, Jake!" Liz pointed her out to me.
   Liz's beautiful brown eyes were wide with surprise and she smiled
mischievously.
   "Shit...she can't be more than thirteen." I replied, licking my lips and
feeling myself getting hard. I pulled the van to the side of the road as we
passed her.  She was wearing cutoff denim shorts that trailed tattered
strands over her pretty thighs and a red shirt, red socks and white
sneakers.
   "Hi!" she said brightly as she came to Liz's window.  Her eyes were
emerald green and her hair was copper-colored and she had lovely white
skin, mildly freckled.
   "Where you headed?" I asked her.
   "I'm on my way to Houston," she said.  There was a warmth, a sweet
untouched innocence about her that was absolutely irresistible.  She was
practically a child, obviously a runaway and I wondered what could have
driven her from her home.  A raping stepfather or uncle?  An insensitive
and brutal stepmother?  Or was the girl just adventurous?  If that was the
case, Liz and Jake would show her a real adventure alright. Oh yes, indeed
we would.
   Liz put on her comforting, trust-me face, the one that always got them.
   "We'll drop you in Orchidea, honey," she told the girl.  " Form there
you'll have to go on."
   "Thanks," our hitchiker said and smiled that cock-fetching, radiant
smile again. Then she pulled the rear sliding door open and got in the
back. As we drove I watched her in the rear-view mirror.  I liked the way
the wind moved through her shaggy red hair. She caught me looking and
blushed and looked away.  I let my eyes devour her.  She had nice legs and
her breasts were just starting to blossom.  She was like a young mare ready
to be broken in.  I glanced over at Liz and she returned my glance.  I
could see the lust in her eyes.  My Liz is a real slut.  There's no way she
can hide that from me.
   When we passed Orchidea I saw a puzzled look on the girl's face but she
said nothing.  But when I drove off 5A on to the dirt road that led to the
farm her eyes betrayed her fear.
   No one spoke.  I pulled up to the dilapitated shack.
   "Where are we?" she asked.
   She got no answer.  Instead, Liz stepped out of the van and slid the
door open.
   "Get out," Liz told her.  Her trust-me smile was gone.  Liz now turned
into the devil-bitch I knew and loved.  In her short, dark, wine-red
evening dress and white high heels she looked formidable.  She was a tall,
long-legged beauty and her long, full, jet-black hair fell impeccably
around her shoulders.  When the girl hesitated she reached in and pulled
her out by the wrist and led her across the dirt area in front of the
property to the shack.
   "No!  NO!"the girl cried.  "Let me go!  I don't want to...I don't-"
   Liz swung around and slapped her hard across the face.  "Of course you
don't want to, you little cunt!  But you're GONNA!"
   Between both of us we dragged our terrified victim into the shack.  I
got the key and opened the padlocked door.
   Inside the broken down building we had set up our torture chamber.  From
a roofbeam a chain with big rusty metal manacles on it hung down into the
middle of the room.  There were two chairs, one the seat of which was split
in two, offering access to the sexual organs of any victim sitting there
and the other was an old wooden chair with metal wrist and ankle manacles
that had wires running into a black box in the wall.  Ropes hung from the
ceiling and the walls and there was a rack with hooks on it from which
canes and whips of all sizes hung.  Against another wall there was a bed
with no sheets on it, just a bare mattress.  We dragged our captive to it.
I watched Liz struggle with her while I stripped naked.  Liz managed to get
her down on the bed and sit on top of her holding her arms over her head.
It was nice to see my sexy Liz on top of the girl I was about to viciously
rape.  Her short dress was hiked up over her thighs and I could see the
hems of her stockings and the straps of her black garter-belt.  The elegant
way she was dressed contrasted sharply with the hitchiker's simple clothes.
My cock was big and stiff and ready for both of them.
   "Oh yeah, Jake," Liz said, struggling with the young bucking captive. 
"This one's real strong and perky!"
   "Settle down, girl!" she shouted.  "You're not goin' anywhere." I took
some pieces of rope and while Liz held the child down I roped her wrists
and ankles and tied her to the four corners of the bed, spreadeagling her.
   "Wheww!" Liz sighed climbing off her.  "Damn bitch put up a struggle!"
   "C'mere," I told Liz."Get on your knees.  Put your hands behind you."
   "Mmmmm....Yes, master...." she said huskily as she obeyed my commands.
From the bed the girl watched, pulling on the ropes and gasping in
frustration.  I stepped up to Liz and gave her my cock.  She took me
lovingly wrapping her soft lips around the hard knobby head and looking up
at me with those lovely dark eyes submissively, hands clasped at the base
of her spine.
   "Ohh yeahh, girl....That little bitch is gonna get it....but you're
gonna get some too..."
   "Is that a promise?" she moaned licking my shaft and teasing it until it
stood erect and hard like wood.
   "Just make me big, bitch....make me bigggg...."
   And she did while I stood over her my hands on my hips looking at the
bound girl on the bed.
   "What's your name, girl?" I asked her thrusting forward as Liz took me
in her throat, sliding all the way down on my prick.
   "None of your business!" the little bitch shot back.
   "Oh really?" I replied nonchalantly.
   For a few tense moments I continued to fuck Liz's warm throat then I
slid out of the sweet wet warmth and went to the whip-rack on the wall.
   "That was a mistake," Liz told the captive.  "You shouldn't have used
that tone of voice with Jake, sweetie.  He don't like it."
   "Both of you are gonna be in a lot of trouble if you don't let me go,"
the girl whined.
   Taking a long wicked black rod I went to the smart-mouthed captive.
   "The only one in trouble here and now is you, you stupid little fuck," I
told her calmly. Reaching down I ripped her blouse open.  Her pretty little
tits lay exposed for me. She cried out, cringed and her face went from
anger to terror.
   I raised the black crop and brought it down harshly on the girl's chest.
"Your name!" I snarled and without waiting caned her again.
   "OWWW!  MY NAME'S Vi-VICKIE!  DON'T HIT ME!"
   I swung the cane down harder this time striking across her nipples.
   She screamed.
   "DON'T TELL ME WHAT TO DO, YOU LITTLE SHIT!"
   SMMACKKKKKK!
   "AAOOOWWWW!"
   "WHEN I ASK FOR SOMETHING FROM YOU, YOU GIVE!"
   CCRACCKKKKKK!
   "OO-OOHHHH!"
   "GIVE WITHOUT HESITATION...UDERSTAND?"
   SMMACKKKK!
   "OOWWWW!  OW!  YES!  OH-OK..."
   WWHHHHPPP!  SSMMMACKK!  CRACCKKK!
   "YES, WHAT!?"
   "OWWWHH!  I- I DON'T KNOW...AAHHH!..I-"
   "YES MASTER - SAY IT!"
   WHACKK!  CRACKK!  "SAY IT, BITCH!"
   "Y-YESS...M-MASTER..."
   I stop and step back to put the cane in Liz's mouth.  She's been
watching quietly and I know she's excited.  Liz just loves the sound of
leather cracking across girlflesh.  I see her rubbing her stockinged thighs
together almost involuntarily.
   "Hold that and don't drop it," I tell her.  I go to an old armoir in the
corner and from a drawer I take the knife.  Its a beautiful knife, a
hunting knife with a long cruel blade.  When the girl sees me coming she
starts to cry.
   "Yeahh," I say softly as I stand over her, knife in hand.  "I know.  I
know.  Poor little Vickie is so afraid...How old are you girl?" She's
trembling now as I climb on to the bed to kneel between her pretty bare
legs.
   "F-f-f...uhmm...fourteen...s-sir..."
   I pull off her sneakers and socks.  She has pretty shapely little feet.
   "Running away from home?" I ask her caressing her pretty foot in my
hand. "Are these cute little footsies making for the hills?"
   She nods slowly.
   "Aww...poor Vicki..." I slide the knife blade under the right pant leg
of her shorts and pulling the blade upward I begin to slice the garment off
her.
   "You hear that Liz...." I comment as I cut all the way to the waistline.
"We got ourselves a pretty little fourteen year old runaway here...."
   "Mmmmfff," Liz replies, the cane in her mouth.
   I cut away Vickie's shorts and then the blouse leaving her naked in her
panties.  I let my eyes roam over the bright red streaks my caning has left
across her young tits.
   Putting the knife down I yank up on her panties until the fabric becomes
just a strand of cloth then I pull it into the lips of her pussy and pull
up on it making her cry in protest.  I pull her up by her hips raising her
pelvis off the bed by the panties.
   "Mmmmmmmm,"Liz groans.
   I look over and smile.
   "What do you think, baby...should I fuck her now?  Should I fuck the
little bitch?"
   Cane still in her mouth, hands obediently behind her, Liz nods
enthusiastically.
   I take the knife again.  With two quick cuts I slice the panties off and
Vickie's hips collapse down again.  She lies naked and bound before me.
   "Are you a virgin, little girl?" I growl moving up on the bed, knife in
hand.
   "...y-yes sir...."
   "Good....very good..."
   Her legs are already held wide by the ropes.  All I do is press my big
hard meat to her tiny sweet pussy.  My cock is only slightly wet from Liz's
mouth but not enough to facilitate the penetration.  I watch Vickie's face
while I push into her and smile at her horror.
   I love to rape a young pretty girl...the feeling of power is awesome...
I slide slowly in...slowly until I come up against her hymen...
   "Ohhh yeahh, Liz....she IS a virgin..." I groan.  I look over to see my
slut on her knees with the cane in her mouth.
   "UUHHHH!" I shout thrusting my cock into the poor girl hard.
   "AAAIIEEEEE!" Vickie screams, her body stretching, wrists and ankles
held taut by the ropes.
   Now I fuck her sliding in and out, lubed by her virgin blood.  I go all
the way into her, pull back out and slide all the way in again making her
grunt and sob.  I fuck her hard and while I do I carve out tiny cuts on her
belly and the tops of her thighs with my knife...small cuts that spill
blood down her creamy skin and on to the dirty mattress.  On her knees, Liz
looks on.  I know she is remembering...she is thinking about the first time
I took her, just like this...and she was about this girl's age too.  It
hadn't taken long for me to break Liz in.  She was a natural.  And in all
these years I haven't been able to kill her.  I've been tempted to many
times...a couple of times I've put her in the hospital.  But she's such a
luscious cunt.  We've ended up killing runaways together.  Its weird.  I
guess this our fucked up version of love.
   I put down the knife and reaching out I tell Liz:
   "Give." She leans toward the bed and places the cane in my hand.
   "I'm gonna punish the little bitch," I tell her.  "But I want you to gag
her first...Then I want you to count each cut I put on her."
   "Yes, master..." She's so obedient too, my Liz.  A true submissive.  I
watch her get to her feet.  Her high heels clack on the wooden floor slats
as she swaggers sexily over to the armoir to get a big red gag with a
buckle strap.
   Vickie is lost in a daze of pain looking at the ceiling with glazed
eyes.
   "LOOK AT ME!" I shout slashing the cane across her whipped tits.
   She cries out pitifully as I impale her on my prick stuffing it into
her, filling her and holding her there.  Her lovely green eyes are focused
on me now as Liz reaches down, leaning over the bed to put the ballgag to
the girl's lips, giving me an unimpeded view of hanging breasts as the V
neck of the wine-red dress hangs down.
   "Open wide...." I tell Vickie, grabbing her by the throat to strangle
her slightly while I fuck her.
   Liz shoves the gag all the way in opening our captive's mouth to the
limit then buckling the leather strap so tight around her face that it
presses into the skin and makes it bunch up.
   "Ready?" I ask Liz.  She nods.
   "I'm gonna cane you again, Vickie." I tell my victim.  Her eyes are wide
as they stare at me.  "I'm gonna cane you hard..." The cane's in my right
hand.  I hold it in my left as I raise it to take aim, hold it with both
hands above my victim like a parade-master with his baton.
   I swing it down.
   WWHHHPPPPP!
   Vickie's muffled cry.
   "One." moans Liz.
   SSLLLLASHHHH!
   Poor defenseless child head turns from side to side.
   "Two."
   WHHHHHACKK!
   "Three."
   I fuck my victim and cane her tits and arms and shoulders.  She shrieks
and bucks but its futile and she manages only to rub wrists and ankles raw
on the ropes.  I fuck her and hit her harder and harder.  Liz doesn't miss
a single number as I speed up and as she counts she leans, one knee up on
the bed, her hand under her hiked-up dress in her pussy...Twenty...Thirty
strokes.  Here and there the skin has split open.  Ugly, darkish purple
bruises are already visible...Forty...  Fifty...the little bitch is striped
and bleeding....I pull out of her.  I untie her, swing her over on her
belly and tie her again...tighter...making the ropes cut all the way into
her bones.  She's covered in sweat and she's sobbing but I know she can
take a lot more.  She's young and strong.
   Then, I take the gag off her.
   I want to hear her scream...
   I go to the rack and select a multi-tongued lash with tiny steel studs
on the end of each tongue.
   As I take my position, standing by the bed, I see Liz sliding out of her
dress...she's nude underneath, except for the garter-belt and stockings,
the way I've have trained her to be.  Her pussy is clean shaven.  Her skin
is smooth and darkly tanned.  She keeps her high heels on and slides down
to crouch before me, thighs wide, a dildo in her hand.
   "Whip 'er, master!" she tells me looking up at me wickedly.  "Tear the
little slut apart!"
   I spread my feet apart and Liz leans forward and under my cock to lick
my balls.  I raise the lash taking careful cruel aim.
   I slash down hard across the captive youth's back drawing a fresh rictus
of pain and a deafening shriek.  Liz's mouth takes my cock and I see her
straddle the dildo and sink down on it as she does me.  The whoosh of the
whip is loud...its crack louder...the girl's responsive cry louder.  The
sounds of torment are like music to me...they make me move.  They inspire
me.  I flog the little bitch's ass viciously and I fuck my whore's mouth
lustfully.  Liz fills her pussy with the dildo and groans around my cock. I
whip Vickie's thighs.  What a nice whappp the lash makes there.  Young
strong thighs, tensed under the punishing blows.  And I move down to her
calves and finally her pretty feet which I flog with absolute abandon. 
When I've covered her from shoulder to foot-soles with lash- stripes I toss
the whip aside, push Liz away and go to the bed.
   "Get the vaseline, " I tell Liz.
   She brings me the jar and taking a gob of the stuff I spread it between
Vickie's hot, striped, bruised asscheeks.  Gently I push one finger up the
teenage girl's asshole.  Her rectal muscle is tense and constricted but
gradually it begins to dilate.  The girl is moaning, lost in a haze of
pain, her body on fire from the beatings.  Gradually I slide in two
fingers, then three....then four.  Liz kneels by the bed watching, rubbing
the dildo on her clit then shoving it in, then pulling it out to rub it on
herself again.  Vickie is groaning in pain now...long humming groans, her
head coming up off the pillow, her limbs pulling on the ropes as I push my
fist gradually into her asshole.  I push it in slow...slow...up to the
knuckles, her breath raggedy and unsure, a trembling wail in her throat.
   Then, without warning I slam the fist into her and she lifts her head up
off the bed and upward.
   "AA-AAHH-UUUWWWWGGGHHHHHH!!!!"
   "Yeahhh, Jake!" moans Liz, working the dildo faster.  "Ohhh God,
yeahhhh!"
   With savage glee I fist-fuck my helpless victim invading the warm
sliminess of her insides, breaking her, ripping her anus apart, making it
bleed.  I sit on the edge of the bed and do it watching her kick and squeal
to no avail.
   "I'm gonna kill this little slut, Liz...ohh yeahh, I'm gonna kill
her...mmmm, I'm gonna CUT HER APART!"
   I yank my shit smeared fist out of the little bitch and turn to Liz.
   "But first I'm gonna enjoy myself with you...LICK MY FIST!"
   Instantly and predictably, Liz obeys me licking the girl's hot shit off
my fist.
   "Let's tie her up outside like a dog," I tell Liz.
   The idea excites her.
   We untie Vickie.  She no longer struggles...her asshole bleeds on the
mattress.  While Liz holds her gently and kisses her face smearing her with
bits of excrement, running her hands through the girl's lovely red hair I
slip a collar around the little runaway's neck.  I hook a leash to it, pull
her up on her feet and she leans on Liz who helps her walk.  We take her
out to the yard behind the house which is all dirt and scrub-brush.
   There is a concrete post in the center of the yard and a chain some
eight or nine feet in length connected to it.  I unhook the leash and trade
it for the chain.  Liz steps away and Vicki slides down to her knees in the
dirt, her back and tits horribly bruised, her ass bleeding between her
legs.
   I show her the bowl of dogfood and water by the wall.
   "You're gonna be here for a while, bitch, so if you're hungry or
thirsty...."
   "Bye, baby..."Liz says softly leaning down to kiss the girl's lips.  The
gentle kiss turns into a sensual lesbian display.
   "Mmmmmm....nice..." I tell Liz.  "You two look like you belong
together."
   Then my voice is hard and blunt as I pull Liz away from the girl.
   "Git in the house, cunt."
   Back inside I pull Liz to the chain in the center of the room.  I raise
her arms up and she slides her hands into the manacles above her head which
I pull shut.  The chain is connected to a pulley-line on a crank device
which I now turn pulling my slut up on the toes of her white high-heel
shoes.
   I take the dildo she left on the floor and put it to her face.
   "You want it?"
   "mmm-hmmm!"
   "Lick it!" She does and when its covered with spit I put it to her
asshole and push it deep into her.  She spreads her legs for me and relaxes
her sphincter.  The dildo slides in to the hilt.
   "Ahhh-ah-ah-ohhhhhh!" she moans.  "Whip me....hurt me...."
   I take another whip from the rack.  Stepping up to her I remove her
garter-belt and peel her stockings down to her ankles.
   "You don't have to ask for it, bitch..." I snarl.  "You don't ever have
to ask for it."
   ...  and without further prelude I begin to flog my nude slut.
   She takes the whipping her legs spread wide, takes it for me the way
I've trained her, giving herself to me, obeying my every command.  When I
tell her to turn she turns, offers me her big juicy tits until she's
commanded to turn again, then she offers her big smooth round rump and her
back.  I whip her hard, as hard as I whipped the girl, and sometimes harder
for almost an hour until she's sobbing and trembling but she never pleads
for mercy.  She has learned to accept completely my demands and it is like
a primitive rite, her lovely dark body moving to the intense rhythm of the
whipstrokes. Through the window I can see Vicki tied up in the yard.  Later
while I fuck Liz we watch her piss in a corner and then shit...we watch her
drink from the water bowl.  She looks around apprehensively and I can see
she is shivering from the cool night wind.  I lie back on the bed and let
Liz fuck me while I slash at her tits with a dog-whip, her hands tied
behind her.  I see her looking at the girl outside, a fierce lust in her
eyes.
   "I want to do this one, Jake..ahhh...Let me do this one...Please?  Mmm?
Please..."
   "Uhhh...How?  - how do you...nhh...want to do her?"
   "I want to...ohh...I...mmm....Oh Jesus...cut her throat and drink
the...uhh!...drink her blood!"
   I fuck Liz hard and she slams down on me.
   "Yeah?" "Ohh God, JAKE....YESSSS...Oh God...let me kill
her...uuhhh!...let me!"
   "FUCK ME, BITCH!"
   "Ohhh....I'm gonna cum just thinking about it, Jake...just thinkin'
about it! mm...OHH...AHHH!...OOHH SHITTT!"
   "CUM YOU STUPID SLUT!  COME!"
   I flog the short lash across her welted boobs as she explodes.
   "ooOHHHH!  I WANT TO KILL THE LITTLE CUNT, JAKE!  AAHHHHH! YEAHHHHH!"
   "We'll see..." I whisper in her ear as she collapses on top of me all
hot and sweaty.
   "We'll see..."
   Night.
   Liz and I have been asleep on the mattress.
   Night is my time.  It is the time of the predator.
   Late dark night and outside the sounds of the nearby woods.
   I rise from the bed.  I have not yet cum and my cock is still hard.  I
dreamt I sat at a large table and three women were bound in front of me.  I
had been eating one, tearing chunks right out of her thigh like a wolf...
   Liz stirs and wakes.  I go to the back yard and find Vickie asleep in
the dirt. Leaning back I shoot a stream of piss right on her face waking
her up.
   Liz watches from the window laughing as I empty my bladder on the poor
girl.
   No moon in the sky.
   I release Vickie from the chain and put the leash to her.
   "Crawl behind me," I tell her.
   There is no struggle left in her and she does as I say dropping down on
all fours to follow the tug of the leash without question.  Its beautiful
when there's absolutely no resistance, when the victim is completely
broken. I walk her around the yard half- dragging her along.  In the window
I see Liz masturbating.
   "Yeahh, Jake..."she calls out.  "Show the little bitch who's boss."
   "I'm bringing her in, Liz," I call back.
   "You ready to die, Vickie?" I ask the girl as I pull on the leash.
   I hear her start to sob.
   "...please....don't kill me...Why do you want to kill me?  please...I
don't want to die..."
   "No one wants to die."
   "...but....I never did anything to you or your wife...."
   I laugh.  The poor girl is so innocent.
   "That's what's so great...Don't you get it Vicki?  That's what makes it
so much FUN!"
   "And by the way...Liz is not my wife...she's my slave."
   I tug hard on the leash and half drag her into the house.  I pull her to
the chair with the split bottom and hoist her up on it.  Between Liz and I
we tie her to the chair, ankles to chair legs, wrists behind her.
   "I'm gonna beat the shit out of you now, Vickie.  And I guess you'll
want to know WHY..."
   They always wanna know why why why...
   She's looking up at me, tear filled emerald eyes full of terror as she
shakes her head...
   "Well...Its not because you DID anything!  In fact you've been very
polite and very obedient.  The reason I want to beat you and then kill you
is simple....It turns me on."
   I stand over her to drink in her sobbing terror.
   "That's the only reason, honey....the only fucking reason."
   Her reaction to my terrible words make my cock surge greedily.
   No more talking now.
   It is night...Night of the soul...Night of the spirit.
   I slam my fist into her belly.  I slap her face, full swinging slaps
from which she cannot escape.  I punch her thighs.  Liz pulls her hair
back, almost tearing it out of her, pulling her head back.  I punch her
chest.  Liz and I are snarling like mad dogs.  Liz scratches Vickie's face.
I slam my fist into her belly again and again and again and again. Vickie
shrieks dementedly as shit and blood explode out of her.  I go on punching
her.  She screams as I break her ribs.  Liz lets her head go and I punch
the innocent angelic face right in the mouth, blood bursting out of her
lips.  Now I take the lighter and switch on the flame.  Liz holds her head
in her arms.  I hold the orange flame right to Vickie's little pussy from
which dark drops of blood fall to the floor.  I hold the flame to her,
burning her pretty pussy lips black.  Her screaming is so beautiful.  I
look up to see Liz kissing the poor girls battered face.
   "Shhh....shhh..."Liz is crooning.  "Hush my poor baby...it will be over
soon...shhhh...it will be over soon..."
   The knife.  I peel back the burned pussy lips.  I take the tiny clit
between thumb and forefinger.  Pull it out, holding it tight, putting the
blade to it.....  Her shrill cry is a mindless fucking thrill that goes all
the way through me as I slice off her sex...blood spurts on my hand...
   Vickie wails.
   "Shhh..." I hear Liz say.  "Won't be long now...won't be long..."
   We put Vicki in the other chair and strap her in.  We attach electrodes
to her slashed nipples, to her swollen lips, to her burned labia.  Liz and
I take turns switching the juice on and off watching the poor little bitch
squirm and squeal and shit and piss dementedly...her eyes are blank and
insane now...we have completely destroyed her...and still we go on playing
with her, like housecats with a broken mouse...she bounces on the electric
chair and we laugh...I french kiss Liz while I hold the switch flicking it
on, leaving it on for long tortuous minutes then shutting it off...  For a
moment Vicki passes out. I take a bucket of water and splash it on her head
to revive her.  When I switch the power back on, electrical currents
envelop the unfortunate teenager's whole body in a buzzing blaze.  Finally,
while Liz sucks my cock I reach over and take a small ax that leans against
the wall.  I raise it over my head and slice it down on Vickie's bound arm
slicing the girl's hand clean off.
   Vickie gives out a shrill squeal.
   Dropping the ax I pick up the severed hand from the floor to hold the
spurting limb over Liz's face and she smiles and looks up at me as Vickie's
warm blood trickles down her cheeks.  "You want to kill her..."I ask Liz.
"Huh?  You want to do it?  Huh?"
   Liz's lovely eyes are full of dark desire now.
   "TELL ME, SLUT...SAY- I WANT TO KILL THE GIRL, MASTER!"
   "...mmmm...I...w-want to ...I want to kill the girl, master."
   I pick up the knife and place it in Liz's hand.  She gets to her feet
and turns to the mutilated girl in the chair.  As Liz rises I admire the
hash of welts and bruises that cross her back, butt-cheeks and legs...  the
marks I have put there.  My marks.
   I rub Vickie's cut off hand on my cock...its still warm and soft...
   Liz goes to her...takes her pretty hair in one hand...pulls her head up.
She puts the knife to the girl's throat.
   Vickie is trembling, mewling, looking up at me from her hell of
suffering.  I feel myself on the edge of orgasm.
   "Yeahhh, baby...you're gonna die now....you're gonna die..."
   I toss my victim's amputated limb aside and step up to the chair to look
right in her eyes.
   Slowly, deliberately, Liz draws the blade across the white pulsing
throat.
   I'm jerking off as the blood spurts from the wound and hits my thighs
and belly and my cock.
   "Ohhhh yeahhh, Liz...that's nice...uhh...uhh..cut the little bitch's
head off!  OHHH! CUT IT OFF!"
   "OHH GOD, JAKE!  LOOK AT HER BLEED!"
   As the wound gapes wider the girl starts a long gurgling scream and her
spurting lifejuice spatters my face and hair.
   "KILL HER LIZ!  KILL HER!"
   "OHHH GODDD JAKE!"
   The girl's head slumps forward as I start to cum.  I see Liz bend down
to lick the spurting wound in Vickies neck.  Then Liz comes around to kneel
in front of me, the knife dropping from her hand, to take my prick in her
bloody hands to take me in her blood- dripping mouth as I explode.
   I grab Liz's head and hold her to me as I shoot off my load in her
throat choking her, sperm exploding from her lips.
   "UHHH...GODDAMN...SHITTT!!  HOLD THE SCUM IN YOUR MOUTH!" I shout at her
as I empty my balls in her.  "UHH!  I WANNA SEE YOU KISS HER!" I scream. 
"KISS HER KISS HER KISS HER..."
   Liz stares at me while she sucks all the cum out of me, her eyes burning
with savagery.  She gets to her feet and staggers back to Vickie, pulls the
teenager's sagging head back up by the hair, pulls the electrodes from her
beaten swollen lips, and closes her mouth over the dying girl's own gasping
mouth spilling my cumjuice into the girl's slashed bleeding throat and
bruised beaten cheeks.
   "Mmmmmm...." Liz moans and I see her jerking herself off as she kisses
the dying victim.  "Mmmm...ohhh...yeahhhhh...uhh!  uhh!  uhh!  uhh!"
   The knife lies on the floor at my feet.  I pick it up and plunge it
suddenly and viciously into the teenage girl's heart.  Her body arches in
the chair, arms and legs flail violently.
   "AHHHGHHH!" shouts Liz orgasming, holding on to the dying girl.
   I watch them, my mind overloading with sadistic pleasure:
   Liz shivering in orgasm, Vicki in death...so similar...I think to
myself...they look so similar...coming and dying...  I think of how
Vickie's picture will be on milk cartons and how Liz and I will laugh when
we see it.
   We will bury her behind the broken-down old barn.  There are already
fifteen graves there.  Its the only place where rich green grass grows on
the property.  I have fucked Liz many times there, on top of the young dead
girls.  Already my cock is getting hard again thinking how I will take her
there tonight once we have put Vickie into the dark warm ground.
   And later we will drift off to sleep under a sky studded with cold
distant stars Vickie's screams still ringing in our heads.
   WOODBURN