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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.
   The Bride Wore Blood
   1.  Quickly, purposefully the ski-masked men moved through the double
doors that led into the spacious banquet hall from the kitchen.
   Later the survivors would say it happened fast.  Incredibly fast.  One
moment they were dancing and eating and enjoying the festivities the next
there were roaring bursts of gunfire, screams, bodies being smacked with
bullets and torn apart.  Bodies slammed back off chairs, into walls.  A
young pretty blonde girl was lifted off her feet by a blue-red burst of
firepower and thrown spilling blood and bones across a table of screaming
guests.  A man in a tuxedo was blown apart, his face ripped to shreds by
the bullets.  In black jeans, t-shirts and masks the five invaders moved
through the banquet hall calmly aiming and firing at everything that moved.
An old woman was cut in half by the barking Uzis.  A three year old boy. 
Two young teenage girls.  A pretty woman in a blue dress was torn open from
head to waist and slammed back into the punch bowl which she knocked over,
punch and blood mixing on the floor.  Other people ran screaming, sliding
on the wet floor and losing their balance to fall and be ripped apart by
the merciless gunfire.  The band, four tuxedoed musicians, which a moment
before had been playing some smarmy love ballad turned and ran in panic as
bullets sprayed and crashed on the drum-set and keyboards, the guitar
player hit and slammed back to smash the mirrored wall behind him, bullets
leaving big dark smouldering impacts in the mirror, in the walls, in the
floor, in the victims...  Blazing, hot, murderous guns that wouldn't stop.
   It seemed to go on and on.  Glass shattering.  Screams.Tables and chairs
spilling over.  The men kept moving toward the main banquet table to their
target: the
   wedding party.  Their attack had been well planned.  The assault had
cornered the target victims and they could not escape.  They could only
watch as the angels of death moved toward them mowing down every human
being in sight.  Finally the invaders arrived at the main banquet table. 
The shooting stopped.  Groans from the survivors hung in the air with the
smouldering plaster and the hot pungent smells of cordite and gunpowder. 
The two groups stared at each other.  The lovely blue-eyed blonde bride,
mouth wide in horror.  The dark-haired groom who hugged her protectively.
The best man who cowered behind the table with the six bridesmaids who
sobbed and whined pitifully.  All they could see were the eyes of the
killers sparkling behind the masks...wild animals circling their helpless
prey.  "Scott Williams!" the leader of the invaders barked suddenly,
staring at the groom.  The groom shook visibly at the sound of his name
raised in the midst of chaos.  "Y-yes?" he replied.
   He did not know the voice.  It was low-pitched and evil and it had a
thick hispanic accent.  "Today is your wedding day," the man said
cynically."It is also the last fucking day of your worthless life." Off to
one side there was a stirring movement.  A girl of about twelve who had
been wounded staggered to her feet and began walking past the table where
the wedding cake had been set up.  "Oh God, Millie!" the bride cried out.
One of the men strode up behind the child and unsheathed his knife. 
"Noooo! Oh God!  NOO!" The bride screamed.  The groom looked on horrified.
The invader's arm shot out and the knife speared into the girl's back at
the base of her spine.  The bride shrieked shrilly and held her face in her
hands.  Effortlessly the killer raised his screaming victim up off her feet
and launched her forward into the three-tier cake yanking his knife out of
her as she flew into the creamy pastry knocking it off the table and
landing on the floor with a grunt in the midst of white icing, spilled
champagne, blood.  The killer reached down and pulled the little girl out
of the mess by her long silky hair, pulled her across the floor and to the
middle of the room between the wedding party and the invaders.  The child
squirmed and bled, one pretty foot shoeless tracing blood across the
carpet. Standing over the child, his Uzi aimed at the floor, the killer
looked at the leader.  His eyes were slitted and there was a sick smile on
his face.  "I want to fuck her, Emilio..." he growled.  "I want to fuck the
little slut to death." "She's yours." Emilio replied.  There was a gasp
from the bride and she sagged weakly in the grooms arms.  "Please," the
groom said, trying vainly to sound calm.  "I have money.  I can give you
money.  Don't....don't kill us...Don't kill the little girl.  She's badly
hurt...I...I'll give you anything you want...anything..." "Shut up,
asshole." the invader called Emilio said softly.  "...but..." the groom
began.  Emilio raised his gun and shot a round at the ceiling.  The flash
of the weapon's muzzle reflected brightly off the mirrored wall behind the
wedding party.  The bullets smacked into the plaster above.  The
bridesmaids scrunched down to the floor.  The groom flinched.  The bride
clung to him.  "Go ahead, bro," Emilio said to the invader who had knifed
the child.  The man stood over the bleeding girl who tried weakly to crawl
away.  "Show 'em what they're gonna get."
   The man slid down on one knee, reached out and turned the squirming
child on her back.  Then, putting his gun down he took her pretty blue
dress by the shoulder straps and ripped it open, tearing off the little
girl's white slip which was ripped and bloody, moving his big hairy hands
down her small wounded body to pull off her little panties and the one
black, shiny, patent-leather shoe that was still on her foot.
   He pushed the bloody cake-smeared clothes and the shoe out of the way
and reached down to unzip his pants.  His cock, a beautiful dark-brown
spear of manflesh, stood already erect, jutting upward as he raised the
little girl's trembling legs, gripping them by the calves to push them back
and spread them wide, his hands sliding up to her ankles as he put his
monstrous cock to her little hairless virgin pussy.  The bride sobbed and
buried her face in the groom's shoulder.
   The groom's face was a mask of grief.  "Millie..." the bride sobbed
weakly.  "Oh dear dear God....Millie...." "Please..." the groom begged. 
"It's her little sister." "Yes," Emilio replied.  "I know." Then he smiled.
On the floor the child groaned weakly as the penetration began.  The man's
prick was impossibly huge and he had to force his way in.  Two bullets had
ripped through the child's shoulder and upper chest on the right side, one
piercing the lung.  As the invader thrust into her she gasped then coughed
up blood.  The knife had severed most of her spinal cord and she could only
convulse and bleed, paralyzed on the floor as the monstrous rape continued.
The other black-clad invaders looked on greedily, their pricks hard as they
watched their companion thrust into the dying child with abusive jabs of
his hips that ripped her hymen and jammed the tiny pussyhole full.  Gasping
and pumping, the killer fucked his little slut with absolutely no
compassion.  His hands gripped and held her legs up as he slammed and
thudded into her.  A pool of dark blood widened under the small pale naked
body beautiful in the soft lighting of the banquet hall.  As the invader
began to grunt climactically Emilio stepped up to the little girl and put
his combat boot on her little neck.  He bore down gently and she looked up
at him glassy-eyed starting to choke.  "Uhnhhh!" the killer groaned
shooting his cum into the little girl's virgin womb.  Emilio's eyes gleamed
as he looked down at his victim and put all his weight on her.  His booted
foot pushed down into her larynx and it gave with a soft pop as the girl's
eyes rolled up past the masked face then drifted out of focus.
   Millie sighed weakly and died with her eyes staring upward.
   The rapist pulled out of the dead child, tucked his cock back into his
pants and zipped up betraying no more emotion than if he'd just taken a
piss.
   Emilio licked his lips then turned to the frozen wedding party.
   "Move toward the rear of the hall!" he shouted brandishing the Uzi.  "To
the kitchen.  NOW!  Or I'll kill all of you right here." The group began to
move sluggishly, unwillingly, and the invaders circled them and guided them
toward the kitchen.  The pungent smell from the gunfire and the smoke was
still thick.  Groaning victims writhed in the ruins of tables and chairs
and broken china and bloody tablecloths and carpeting.  The entire wedding
party, six bridesmaids, bride, groom, and best man were led through the
swinging doors into the kitchen where they made their way past the
massacred service crew, throught the outside doors and into the waiting
van. Police sirens were just beginning to sound in the distance as the
ski-masked driver quickly started the engine and casually pulled out of the
parking lot.  The late afternoon sun had already disappeared from the sky
above Clairsville as the black cargo van swung into Federal Highway 112,
merged into the early evening traffic and made its way into the mountains.
   2.
   The members of the wedding party were pushed and jostled out at
gunpoint.
   It had been a long ride and in silence the captives had endured the
leering looks and demonic threats of the masked men.  Now they stood on a
dirt road surrounded by trees under an ironically sweet and clear night of
twinkling stars.  The driver had pulled up in front of a huge dark building
which had long ago been a warehouse off the main road.  Beyond the
building, the dark swell of forest and mountains, massive and dark rose
into the night sky.  The silence was somewhat disconcerting after the noisy
and claustrophobic ride in the cargo van.  The still air was fresh with the
smell of moist grass and pine trees.
   In the stillness, where the only sound was the soft chirping of
crickets, the gruff voices of the men as they prodded the captives and
urged them toward the building were an obscenity.  The man called Emilio
led the way and as he entered the warehouse through the big doorway he went
to the right, disappeared momentarily to switch on the overhead lights.  In
the bright glare the purpose of this night became obvious.  As the doors
were shut behind them the victims clung together, some of the younger
bridesmaids crying and sobbing plaintively.  The inside of the warehouse
had been converted into a giant torture chamber.  Chains hung from the
overhead rafters.  Cables.  Ropes.  There were wooden crosses leaning on
the wall.  There were manacles dangling from wooden posts.  Gruesome
torture devices, whips, canes, spreader bars, hung in racks.  Leather
cuffs. Leather straps and belts.  There were strange devices and chairs
with manacles and leg restraints.  There were racks and frames and
meathooks hanging from the ceiling or lying on the dirt floor.  "Welcome,
all of you," Emilio said grandly, the hispanic inflections underlining the
sarcasm in his voice.  "Welcome to the Scott Williams and Mary Lou Grisham
reception.  The true reception.  The other one was...well - cancelled." The
men chortled in amusement, guns still aimed at the group of puzzled and
disdraught members.  Some of the bridesmaids hair-do's had come apart.  The
best man had lost his bow tie and his shirt was ripped open.  His tuxedo
jacket was torn and scuffed.  The bride still wore her elegant long white
gown which rustled every time she moved but she had lost both shoes and
there were tiny spatters of blood running up one side of the brocaded
fabric from someone that had been shot near her back at the Sawmill Manor
wedding hall.  The groom had lost his jacket all together but was otherwise
in one piece.  "How do you know who we are?" he now asked, scowling
angrily.
   As if in reply to his question, all the men, one by one peeled off their
masks.  "Oh...my...God..." the groom said incredulous.  It was the work
crew his father had fired from the Stanwell construction site five months
before.  Scott knew all of them by sight.  Paz, Cuco, Willy, Chino, Rick
and of course, Emilio, the foreman.  Jack Williams had discovered that the
men had been involved in a scheme to use his construction site as a drug
distribution point.  But he had not reported them to the police.  Instead
he had faced Emilio himself, with Scott at his side and told him to get
himself and his men the hell out.  Later Scott had told him it had been a
mistake.
   "You should have let the cops handle it, Pop," he'd told his father.
   "Don't worry about it," his father had replied, dismissing the whole
incident.  "Those scum won't bother us.  They'll go drinking and whoring
and forget all about it."
   "You didn't invite us to your wedding, Scott," Emilio was saying now as
he approached Mary Lou, his eyes devouring the blushing bride.  She stared
at the floor as his hand rose slowly to her beautiful blonde hair.
   "That was very impolite," Emilio continued as he gently stroked Mary
Lou's soft mane.
   "Very very impolite...But you can make it up to me by letting me kiss
your little woman here...huh?  What you think Mr.  Big Shot Scott Williams?
How about if I get a little taste of your pretty pretty bride?" Now his
hand took a grip of Mary Lou's hair and he forced her face up to look into
her crystalline blue eyes.  "Leave her alone!" Scott yelled suddenly and
started to move toward Emilio.  One of the other men stepped forward and
slammed the butt of the Uzi into Scott's belly.  The groom bent forward
with a grunt and fell to his knees.  The bridesmaids screamed.  Two of the
men stood over Scott, their guns aimed down at him as Emilio took Mary Lou
by her hair and smeared his lips on hers.  "Ahhh," Emilio groaned pushing
against the bride with his hips, holding her in one hand by her hair, his
gun in the other hand, turning to look down at Emilio.  "She tastes good,
man, reeal good." Then he slammed his lips against her mouth again, his
bristly face like sandpaper against her soft cheeks and she just took it,
her arms bent at the elbow, her hands clenched into fists, her face
scrunched up in disgust, the fabric of her bridal dress making a crackling
sound against the fierce embrace.  "Whatsamatter?" Emilio asked as his face
pulled back, his eyes mockingly searching for hers as she stared downward,
his hand lifting up her head by the hair so that she could not escape his
hard cruel gaze.  "Whatsamatter, baby?  You don't like Puerto Rican meat?
Huh?  Huh?" Then suddenly he slapped her hard across her face and she
staggered sideways, engulfed in the big white wedding-gown skirt.  "Well
you're gonna get plenty of it tonight, bitch!" he snarled.  He looked up at
the wedding party, right into their frightened faces.  "All of you are
gonna get plenty of it tonight!" "Yeahh!" the men shouted.  "Tie them all
up," Emilio ordered walking slowly past the bridesmaids, looking each one
in the face.  "Susan...Cindy...Clarissa...Oh yeah...I know all your
names...I know everything there is to know about all of
you...Ellen...Sandra...and you..." he stopped at the last girl, an angelic
twelve year old freckled redhead who seemed to be the youngest, probably
the flower-girl.
   "Kathy..." the way he said her name made the girl tremble visibly as
tears ran down her cheeks.  "Oh yes yes yes....sweet sweet Kathy...we're
gonna have fun tonight, Kathy, you and me...lots of fun..." Then Emilio
moved to the best man.  "Jim Harris..." Emilio snarled at the handsome
blonde boy.  Jim had just turned twenty.  He was five eleven, just slightly
shorter than Emilio who towered over all of them at 6.3.  Emilio put his
hand on the boy's shoulder.  It was strong and warm.  "I'm gonna make you
scream like a girl, Jimmy-boy...Get some handcuffs,Chino...Let's start the
party off with this puto!" The men bound the bride and groom to one wooden
post and then the bridesmaids in groups of three around two more poles on
the opposite side of the room.  They tied their captives to each other by
the wrists with cruel ropes and secured their ankles to steel manacles at
the base of the posts.  As the members of the wedding party were being
bound Emilio raised the Uzi and aimed it at Jim's blonde face.  "Strip
naked, scumbag," he ordered coldly.  "Please," Jim began.  " - I..." Jim
saw Emilio's finger tighten on the trigger.  He knew there would be no
hesitation if he disobeyed.
   The boy began to take off his clothes, his jacket, his pants, his torn
shirt then he hesitated.  "Naked," Emilio growled.  He felt himself grow
hard with the feeling of power.  "I said NAKED!" Finally the boy obeyed
pulling off his shoes, socks and underwear, looking down at the floor in
front of him, holding his hands over his cock.  Chino, the one who had
driven the van, came back with the handcuffs.  "Hands behind you," Emilio
barked.  Chino laughed, an odd festive little laugh, his small eyes like
dark pearlbeads, his gleaming black smooth hair in a pony tail down his
back, as the boy obeyed and he put the cuffs on him securing his wrists
behind him.  The men now circled the bound boy licking their lips.  Though
they were not gay the sight of the young naked male helpless before them
excited them.  Their sadistic demons released now knew no inhibitions.  On
this night they would vent all their dark hidden lust.  "Get on your knees
pretty boy," Chino snarled.  The others chuckled.  "Do it," Emilio said
softly.  Cuco, the man who had raped the wounded little girl at the Sawmill
Manor stood behind Jim with a black single-tongue whip in his hand.  Willy
peeled off his shirt kicked off his shoes and pulled down his pants to jerk
off as Jim sank down to his knees in the dirt.
   "Let's make this piece of shit gringo suck some latin cock," Rick said
stepping up to the kneeling boy and unzipping his pants.  "No!" Jim cried
out.  "No?" Rick replied unsheathing his hunting knife.  "Huh?  No?  Is
that what you said you piece of shit pretty boy scumbag?" He put his knife
to Jim's neck as he stepped forward pulling out his cock and stroking it
slowly.  "Open your mouth, pretty boy," he snarled.  With a look of disgust
on his face and his eyes shut tightly the handsome blonde youth slowly
opened his mouth and leaned gradually and unwillingly forward to take the
knife-wielding killer's erect cock in his trembling lips.  "Yeah..." Rick
added pressing the knife into the base of Jim's neck.  "Eat me..."
   He took the boy by his hair and shoved his cock deep, filling his
lips.Jim choked and groaned in the man's savage grip.  "Whip him..."Willy
whispered hoarsely as he worked his cock looking up from the kneeling
sucking boy to Chino who just stood there watching.  "C'mon,man...  What
are you waiting for?  Whip the filthy scumbag!"
   Chino smiled, his eyes glassy and he raised the thick black single-tail
lash.  He drew back and swung down.
   Sharply, the whip cracked once across the blonde boy's back.  Then,
Chino began to make it rise and fall with brutal and repetitive rhythm up
and down all over Jim's sloping rear.
   From their bondage to the posts the rest of the wedding party flinched
at the sounds of the blows and watched helplessly, the women crying, Scott
looking away so that he wouldn't have to see his friend's torment and
humiliation.  He remembered how Jim and he had laughed at gay jokes and
jokes about guys getting raped in prision and stuff like that.  But now
this horror was real and the time for laughter was over.
   Chino swung the whip expertly across Jim's shoulders and upper back
leaving deep dark welts on the firm muscular sweat-glossed flesh making the
boy grunt and groan and choke on Chino's cock.  It was clear Chino had used
a lash before and knew exactly what to do with it.  Willy stepped up to Jim
and rubbed his cock on the boy's face.  "Shit..." Rick groaned. 
"Motherfucker's almost as good as a woman." The men laughed and closed in
around the kneeling victim.  "Hey, man," Willy told Rick.  "Let me get
summa that...don't hog the fucker..."
   Rick laughed and slid out of Jim's mouth.  "Screw this shit," he
snarled. "I'm gonna get me one of those fucking bridesmaids." As Rick
strode away Chino wrapped the whip around Jim's neck.  Willy turned his
back on the kneeling boy and pushed his ass into his face as Chino began to
choke the best man with the whip.  "Lick my asshole...motherfucker..."
Willy growled looking bending over to look up at Jim through the arch of
his strong dark legs.  "Ughh..ghhh..." the boy grunted as the whip drew
tight.  "Lick my balls...lick...yeahh...that's it...." The boy's spit ran
warm down Willy's powerful thighs to his kneehollows.
   Jim obeyed choked by the whip around his neck, lapping at the man's
hairy genitals with his tongue, licking into the bitter-tasting crack of
his asshole as his captors laughed malevolently.  Emilio stripped off his
clothes as he watched his companions take turns feeding Jim cock, Chino
choking the kneeling boy with the whip.  He watched each man take control
of the victim and lean their heads back as they pleasured themselves in his
mouth.  He watched Rick go to the bridesmaids and cut one of the girls
loose, the dark-haired Sandra.  Emilio was glad Rick hadn't taken Kathy. 
He wanted to save the little bitch for later - save the best for last. 
Rick walked the bound and sobbing blue-gowned bridesmaid back to the group
then leaning his gun against the wall he took his knife out and cut her
pretty frilly dress off in strips.  He slit her bra open and her young
juicy tits sprang free.  "Mmmm..." he moaned smiling.  Yeahh, Emilio
thought.  The bitch had a nice juicy pair, not big but shapely.  She was
tall and slender with soft gentle features.  He watched Rick go on one knee
before his captive and cup her warm nipple flesh in his mouth sucking
gently making the little nub hard, moving from one tit to the other,
rubbing his lips on the tit-tips then engulfing them, then gently nibbling
and biting the pliant orbs.
   Sandra looked down at her tormentor's evil face her eyes brimming with
tears as she felt her breasts respond unwillingly to his seductive and
experienced handling.  Then he rose and stood slightly over her.  His face
no longer smiling but hard and cold.
   He reached down pulled up the waist-band of her panties then sliced them
in half.  The soft fabric slid off and when she was completely nude before
him he sharply backhanded her across the face.  She staggered then fell
backward, hands still bound behind her and he dragged her back up on her
knees and slapped her again.  Emilio jerked off slowly watching Rick handle
the defenseless girl.  He watched as Rick yanked her back up and dragged
her by her thick dark hair to the group of men making her kneel in the dirt
floor next to Jim.  "Now you're gonna suck cock, bitch!" Rick snarled. 
Sandra looked up at him, a tiny trail of blood on her lip from his vicious
slap.  "Open wide!" he ordered.  She opened her mouth obediently quivering
as he held her by the hair.  He waited a few moments jerking off, looking
down at her, smiling.  Next to her Paz rammed his huge prick in Jim's mouth
and Willy tightened the whip around the boy's neck.  Emilio looked on
pleasuring himself as Rick's long shaft slid into Sandra's sobbing mouth.
The men egged each other on.  They began to alternate from Jim to Sandra
fucking first one victim's mouth then the other, enjoying their power, all
of them naked now, clothing scattered all over the floor around them.  They
would slap their victims.  Punch them.  Punch the young boy and the young
girl hard.  Kick them.  Thrust fists and knees into helpless chests and
bellies.  They choked the boy with the whip some more then they whipped him
with it across his well-shaped chest.  They whipped the girl across her
tits and belly as she shrieked and whimpered.  They choked the girl.  They
pulled her hair, pulled her up almost off her knees until she whimpered. 
They circled the kneeling captives and while Paz and Cuco fed them cock
Willy and Rick would take turns whipping their backs and buttcheeks.  Then
Chino went and got a whip from the rack on the wall and he too circled the
young couple.
   Paz slid down Jim's throat and drooled then spit on the boy's face then
slid out and pushed Cuco aside and banged his big big prick on Sandra's
pretty crying face on her cheeks.  "Little slut-shit," he growled.  "Suck
me...suck me ....suck me..." Cuco took Jim's head in his hands by the ears
and slammed his knee into the boy's face breaking his nose.  "Yeahh!" the
men shouted and Cuco rammed his dick deep into Jim's throat as the boy
breathed in gasps.  Sandra slid forward on Paz's big shaft looking up at
him.  Emilio stroked himself harder now and shouted at them encouragingly.
Helpless, the other members of the wedding party looked on in awe-struck
horror.  Mary Lou glanced back over her shoulder at her husband, her eyes
questioning.  Only the back of their hands touched and as her eyes sought
his he looked away.  The ropes around his wrists which kept him and his
bride to the post had been knotted expertly; the steel manacles on his
ankles were unyielding.  There was nothing he could do.  The bridesmaids'
lacey blue dresses were torn and blood-stained.  Some of the girls had lost
one or both shoes; the steel cuffs were cold around their ankles.  They
watched the cruel torture crying and whimpering.  Some looked down or away.
Cindy, the page-haired one did not cry.  Instead she bit her lip and
stared, almost un-emotional.
   Now the men dragged Jim to a wooden chair that had a hole in its seat.
   Laughing and handling him roughly they roped his arms and legs and
ankles to the chair.
   Sandra was pulled down to the dirt floor on hands and knees screaming as
Willy crouched behind her and slid his cock up her pussy, Cuco holding her
by her hair and smacking her across her back with the lash.  The men stood
over Jim cracking their knuckles, then began to pace restlessly licking
their lips.  Blood ran from the boy's broken nose down his face off his
chin and on to his neck.  "Let's beat the living shit out of this fucking
maricon," Rick uttered hoarsely, the need for violence coming from deep
within...  And stepping right up to Jim he drew back and slammed his fist
right into the blonde youth's face.  As he fucked Sandra, Willy watched
with half-closed eyes, his head angled sideways dreamily as Rick now went
into a boxing stance to drive his fists with punishing force into Jim's
chin and cheeks and into the middle of the boy's screaming features
crushing the already broken nose-bone.  Rick moved out of the way and Paz
now took over at first slapping the boy with his massive hands then
smacking him around and finally rolling up his big-fisted limbs to punch
his face, ribs and belly viciously.  From each of Paz's cruelly timed blows
Jim's head whiplashed back and forth one eye spilling blood, his lips
swollen and cut.  "Kill him...kill the fucking bastard!" Emilio growled. 
As Paz relentlessly beat the boy Chino returned from a wall-cabinet with a
three-foot long steel dildo from which electrical wires hung.  "Oh yeah,"
Rick said watching Chino now bend on one knee by the chair to which Jim was
bound.  "That's what he needs.  Exactly what he fucking needs." Bending
down to look for his target Chino positioned the dildo-tip right on Jim's
anus then grunting with the effort he drove the steel spear upward into the
boy.  Between Paz's vicious mauling blows the boy's shrieks were
high-pitched.  "Goddamn!" Rick shouted gleefuly.  "The dude does scream
like a woman!" The men guffawed loudly.  Chino then pulled the two wires
that dangled from the dildo down to a regulator box connected to a cord
that lay on the floor and ran to a wall-socket.  Two plastic bolts secured
the wires to metal terminals.  There was a red switch on the side of the
aluminum box and Chino's finger now hovered there.  "I'm gonna plug the
motherfucker in," he warned.
   Paz stopped suddenly and smiled.  His gold tooth caught the overhead
light.
   A few feet away Cuco slid his cock into Sandra's mouth clutching her
firmly by her hair as Willy drove his pecker to the hilt in her asshole,
splitting her wide open, ripping the tender anal passage which bled warmly
onto his dick.
   Emilio stroked himself slowly as he walked up to the fucked bridesmaid
picking up a long black fiberglass rod that leaned against a column.  Chino
hit the red switch on the box and Jim sat up stiffly in the chair
stretching against the ropes that bound him. 
"NnnnnnnnuuuuUUUUWWWHHHHHffffffff!" he screamed.
   Paz, Rick and Chino picked up wooden clubs now.  Sandra's eyes stared up
at Cuco's brutal face as he slid his huge long prick down her throat and
held it there.  She heard a whoosh and felt the bite of the cane across her
shoulderblades as Emilio swung down on her smiling.  "Ahhhh!" Willy groaned
fucking his bridesmaid slut up the ass, his prick coming up against hot
shit deep inside her.  The clubs swung down on Jim as he shook from the
electrocution.  His attackers deliverd hard thumping smacks that sent his
head flying back and blood spraying in all directions.  The three men beat
the convulsing boy willfully with the clubs.  They beat his abdomen and
chest, his head and his strong angled legs, smashing their weapons against
the knees and thighs, against the shins and even against his feet.  The
sounds of the striking clubs were loud, wet thumps; the boy shrieked
horribly.  Against his skull the blows rapped smashing teeth, cracking
cheek-bones.  Scott looked away feeling horror and pity for his friend.  He
felt helpless before the unrepressed brutality of these men.  It went
beyond anything he could have ever conceived.  If they kept it up he knew
Jim would die in a matter of minutes.  And then the killers would start on
the rest of the wedding party.  The bridesmaids screamed and begged the men
to stop but the cries and pleas of the women only seemed to feed their
savagery.  Mary Lou wept disconsolately her chin on her chest, face
downcast.  Jim shuddered horribly and pissed himself, opened his mouth wide
and screamed at the men who beat him, bit his tongue as the bursts of
electricity tore through him.  Paz swung his club right across the boy's
mouth breaking all his front teeth.  Jim puked blood.  "Yeah!" shouted Rick
and smashed his club into Jim's ribcage.  Chino delivered three swift
strokes across the boy's legs breaking one knee and cracking the other one.
"Let's fuck the shit out of him before he dies!" he snarled viciously. 
They yanked the dildo out of him and he slumped against the ropes, eyes
rolling back in his bloody face.  As they untied him he slid to the floor.
They dragged him by his broken legs to a wooden contraption on the floor -
it was the top half of a pillory.  There they forced him up on his knees
bent forward, his head and arms locked in the pillory so that his ass
jutted up in the air.  Paz took him first slamming his prick heartlessly
into the boy's bloody ass where the dildo had burned the soft flesh. 
Across the room Willy now slid out of Sandra's ass wiping her shit off his
dick on to her creamy white buttocks as Emilio methodically caned the
girl's back...Whiff!  Whaff!..  vertically then horizontally, making a grid
of welts on her.  Cuco moved around and he and Willy traded places, Willy
forcing Sandra to eat his shit-caked prick.  She gagged and whinnied as
Willy pushed down her throat, jerked under Emilio's punishing cuts then
opened her eyes wide as Cuco's long fat prick slid up into her pussy from
behind right up against her tender cervix.  "G-gh-oo-oooohh!" she moaned
sweetly, filled to capacity.  The two smiling men fucked the lovely
bridesmaid between them, Willy yanking on her pretty hair, Cuco gripping
her hips, and Emilio smacking and slashing the rod across her back,
striping her from her neck to the crack of her ass.
   Chino watched the three men punish and fuck Sandra as he now slid into
Jim's violated rectum.  His long black hair fell over his sexy dark-eyed
face and the tip of his tongue licked at his full upper lip.  He liked
fucking boys almost as much as girls.  The feel of a strong muscular
asshole tensing against his dick was different and somehow, in the context
of this night, maddeningly exciting.  He reveled in his power over the
beaten youth before him.  Jim had enjoyed things in his life Chino could
only dream about: family, an education, money.  Chino had lived in the
barrio where life was cheap.  The blonde boy was everything Chino envied
and therefore hated.  And now he was bringing the barrio into Jim's life,
right up that tight shithole, deep into the white boy's damned guts.  He
felt his cock surge and pulse and remembered how he had blown the people
away at the wedding reception, how they had twisted and crumpled before his
blasting Uzi.
   Before leaving to the hall, as they'd gotten in the van Emilio had
passed the crack vials around and the pills.  Jesus.  This high was gonna
last a week.
   It made him feel so awesome.  He fucked the beaten boy brutally with
unrepressed joy.  "Give me the club," Chino grunted.  Paz smiled his
gold-toothed smile, reached down and handed Chino the club.  Rick jerked
off and watched.  He wanted to fuck the boy too but he didn't think he
would get a chance.
   "I'm gonna kill the motherfucker," Chino gasped hoarsely.  "I'm gonna
whack him while I fuck him."
   He looked down at Jim's strong back.  The skin was sliced with whipmarks
and bruises and it rippled each time Chino slid his prick in and out.  He
raised the club and pushed deep into the helpless boy's asshole then with
all his strength he brought the club down right across Jim's sweaty spine.
"Maricon!" he shouted and swung the club again and again and again.
   "Motherfucking maricon!"
   On the fourth blow Jim's spine snapped and he spasmed and convulsed,
puke and spit dribbling from his bloody face.  "Goddamn!" Rick shouted
looking down at Jim's face.  "This cocksucker don't have far to go." Then
he looked up with a twisted grin on his ugly face.  "C'mon Paz," he urged
the burly Colombian.  "Let's piss on him while he can still feel it." The
two men stood naked over the pillory and aiming their cocks at Jim's beaten
bloody head they let go covering him in hot urine.  Scott averted his face
from the horrible destruction of his friend and the defenseless bridesmaid
while Mary Lou hung her head and sobbed.  Both of them prayed Jim would die
quickly, that his suffering would end.  Beyond that Scott knew that a
similar fate awaited all of them.  Would he be able to stand it?  Would any
of them be allowed to live?  Dear God.  Why was this happening to them? 
Sandra, on hands and knees, looked up wide-eyed at Willy as Cuco's long fat
prick slid up her pussyhole.  Willy grabbed her head one-handed to fuck her
throat with his shit-slimed pecker.  Both men had now switched positions to
resume their devastating fuck of the young girl and Emilio continued to
flog her with his rod crossing her tender back with fierce red welts.  Cuco
had picked up a whip and occasionally it would flash across her flanks and
make the pitch of her cries rise desperately, making her tormentors laugh
and grip her harder and fuck her with newfound gusto.  Rick watched Chino
fuck Jim violently now thrusting forcefully into the broken boy, eyes
closed, teeth tightly clenched.  He knew Chino would not let him or Paz
have a go now.  "C'mon, Paz," Rick urged shaking the last drop of piss from
his cock.  "Let's get us some fresh meat." The two naked men moved across
the warehouse to the bridesmaids who cringed from them in terror.  Rick's
eyes swept from one potential victim to the next:
   Susan, the sweet quiet blonde; Clarissa the athletic dark-eyed
brunnette; Ellen, whose teary eyes betrayed delicious horror and whose long
lustrous hair draped over bare shoulders and half-way down her back; and
luscious little red-haired Kathy, who Rick knew Emilio would want to take
for himself.  Then his leering blood-shot eyes came to Cindy, page-cut
dark-haired Cindy,who scowled at him bravely.  "Yeah, baby," he snickered.
"Oh yeah.  You're the one...Its your turn..." Paz helped him untie her
wrists and release her ankles from the steel manacles and instantly she
fought them both, struggling with the two powerful men as they hauled her
away from the other bridesmaids.  "Let me go!" she screamed.  "Let me go,
you fucking cowards!" Rick laughed at her until she dipped her head down
and bit his hand.  "Fuckin' puta!" he shouted and while Paz held her hands
behind her he kicked her in the stomach.  As she bent forward with a grunt
he drove his fist up into her chin slamming her back against Paz in a daze.
They roped her wrists in front of her tightly and raised her arms straight
up on a pulley line.  Then Paz bent down and pulled off her high-heel
pumps. She tried to kick but they held her legs together easily and Paz
looped strand after strand around her ankles then between them to bind them
cruelly together.  When she hung there in her disheveled bridesmaid dress
scowling at them and breathing fast and hard Paz said: "This one's got fire
in her..."
   "Yeah," Rick answered, rubbing his bit hand against his chin, smiling,
bringing his face right up to the young woman's.  "But we're gonna put it
out." "You shit," she hissed.  "If I was a man I'd kick your fucking ass."
Rick smiled as Paz took her dress from the back at the top and he from the
front.  "But you're not a man...are you?" he mocked.  Then both he and Paz
yanked on the lacey blue fabric pulling and ripping it off her leaving her
in black bra and panties.  Jim looked up from the ground at the sound of
tearing cloth in a haze of pain as Chino slammed heartlessly up his
asshole. He could not move or turn his head and the pillory did not allow
him even peripheral vision.  His face and eyes were swollen and bleeding
and the urine stung on the cuts and in his eyes.  The pain in his broken
body surged in terrible waves punctuated by the humiliating rectal
penetration.  He could see the two men who had pissed on him and Cindy
framed between them.  Beyond them he could see in a red blur the other
bridesmaids, Mary Lou and Scott and he could hear Sandra groaning, her
voice muffled and indistinguishable somewhere off to his left and behind
him.  The man who fucked him was now increasing his pace and breathing in
short bursts.  Each in-thrust made feverish agony flood Jim's senses until
there was nothing else, until he groaned weakly and tried to beg but could
not form the words in his smashed mouth.  Instead he only drooled blood and
choked.  "Cocksucker..." the man behind him grunted.  "Maricon...piece of
shit....gonna kill you.
   And when he said the word 'kill' the in-thrust would come, harder and
harder.
   Gonna KILL you...Gonna KILL you...Gonna KILL you...
   Jim felt the man behind him slide all the way out.  He felt a cool chill
in his hot penetrated rectum and he felt so naked, so humiliated, so alone.
He was completely helpless now.  Only a tingling sensation remained in his
immovable limbs and his back felt like someone was pouring melted lava on
it.  The man behind him poked into his scrotum with the engorged head of
his cock.  "Nice balls, motherfucker," Chino whispered smiling, rubbing his
prick on Jim's genitals.  He traced the soft hairy sacks with his rampant
erection which was slick with the boy's shit and blood.  Delicately he
tracked up the middle of the two sacs and down again to the root of the
limp white dick then back up again and around each warm spermbag.  Then he
stood up slowly over the boy.  There was a table a couple of feet away.  On
top of the table was the long butcher knife.  As Chino pondered the knife
Rick reached up and grabbed Cindy's brassiere pulling it off her in one
quick move.  "Woooohhh!" he intoned, his eyes wide, a lewd smile beaming on
his ugly face.
   Paz came around from behind the suspended girl to look.  "Shee-it..."
Paz commented.  "Look at the little puta..." They all looked at Cindy now.
She was the sudden center of attention and she blushed, her eyes downcast
in shame.  Her perfectly shaped, apple-sized titties were nipple-ringed,
large gold loops hanging from her pink nubs.  And on one breast there was a
small blue tattoo of Cupid about to shoot an arrow.  Willy, as he fucked
Sandra's face smiled then laughed thrusting deep into the bridesmaid's
throat, holding her there, her forehead against his hard belly, his balls
against her chin while Cuco glanced back over one shoulder then smiled,
closed his eyes and continued to thrust up the helpless crouching woman's
cunt.  Emilio turned and approached Cindy, cane in hand.  "Hey, Scott," he
called out.  "Did you know you had a puta in your wedding party?" The men
laughed.  "I bet you knew...yeah...I bet you knew all about it."
   Scott hung his head, silent.  Mary Lou looked at him then leaned her
head back against the post and closed her eyes.  The memory of little
Millie being butchered right in front of her, back at the wedding
reception, filled her mind and she sobbed quietly.  "Damn," Emilio mocked
now coming right up to Cindy to caress her smooth thigh with the rod.  "And
she looked like such a NICE girl..." "Too bad she's just a whore," Paz
said, his voice dark and cold.  "No!" Cindy cried out looking up at them.
"I'm not a whore!" "Oh no?" Emilio asked with pretend-amazement.
   "She's not a whore, no, no, no." he said softly as he traced the curve
of her hip with his cane now all the way up to her ribcage.
   His hand reached down and caressed her pubic mound through the soft
fabric of her panties.  She cringed away from him but Paz held her still.
She turned her head into her upraised arm, eyes shut tightly.  Her fast
nervous breathing made her bosom rise and fall, made the little blue Cupid
stretch and contract as if it had come to life.  "Mmmm," Emilio said
gloatingly as he felt her.  "What's this...?  Oh, oh...Rick let's see what
she got here..."
   Rick took her panties by the waistband pulled them down and then ripped
them off her in one quick move.  There were three rings through the soft
lips of the bound girl's shaved pussy.
   The men laughed lewdly.  "Not a whore, huh?" Emilio asked, his voice
teasing now, taunting.  "Then why these?" he asked, his fingers touching
the rings in her nipples.  "...and these?" his hand moving down to pull
lightly on the cunt rings.  "What kind of girl wears shit like this?" "It
doesn't mean anything!" Cindy protested, her voice whiny as she turned her
face back now to look at him.  Her angry scowl returned though now her
cheeks were scarlet.  "It means you're a filthy pig whore," Emilio growled.
She stared at him furious now.  "And you..." she sneered.  "You...you
scumbag spic...you're just a fucking coward." Then she spit in his face. 
"Fuckin' cunt!" Rick shouted and started moving in.  Emilio held him back,
smiled and wiped the bitch's spittle from his face.  "That's ok,
Ricky....that's ok....We're gonna make her pay.  But there's no hurry." His
eyes were black empty holes now as he looked at her.  "No hurry at all." He
turned as if to walk away then swung around suddenly and sliced the rod
viciously right across her face.  "Yeahh!" Chino shouted from across the
room suddenly energized by the image of Cindy's screaming face and bleeding
cheek.  He picked up the knife from the table.  As Cindy squealed in pain,
a bloody cut from her mouth to her ear, Chino went to Jim, bent over the
boy's crouched defenseless body, lifted his balls over his asshole and
savagely drove the huge butcher knife through the broken young male's
scrotum and deep into his raped asshole nailing the twin bags of flesh
between the strong muscular buttcheeks, spurts of dark rich blood pouring
down the screaming boy's thighs.
   "Dear Jesus!" Scott gasped.  He couldn't even imagine the horrible pain
that had just been dealt his friend.  His own balls contracted
instinctively at the thought of it.  "Goddamn!" Willy shouted.  "Fucking
shit!" roared Cuco.
   Ricky, Paz, and Emilio shouted like warriors.
   And suddenly a spirit of savagery ignited the whole group.
   It was as if someone had lit a fuse and the fuse was the screaming
babbling boy, Jim, broken on his knees, the knife handle sticking out his
ass.  The supreme brutality of the act was the spark that lit them all.
   Cuco and Willy lifted Sandra up from the ground and bound her between
two columns by roped wrists, arms pulled straight out.  They pulled her
legs apart and roped her ankles to bolts spiked in the floor.  Then they
went to the three remaining bridesmaids and seized long-maned Ellen
dragging her back to Sandra, ripping her clothes off, kneeling her before
Sandra.  Roping Ellen's arms behind her by wrist and elbow they forced her
face-first into Sandra's pussy.
   Chino knelt behind Jim and taking a hold of the pierced scrotum he
pulled the knife out and replaced it with his bursting cock fucking the
boy's asshole through the pierce-hole in the ball-sacs.  "Die!" he shouted,
stabbing the boy's asscheeks and thighs as he fucked him viciously.  "Die!
Die!  Die!" Paz and Rick stepped back dragging their bullwhips along the
floor, Emilio smiling at Cindy as both men turned and took aim.
   They swung the whips across her firm athletic body, across her thighs,
across her hips, across her rib-cage and nipple-ringed tits.  Arms
suspended by wrists and legs secured by ankles she was completely at the
mercy of the slashing floggers.  Her face flew back between her upstretched
arms and she screamed wildly at the ceiling.  Emilio jerked off watching
her suffer then went to a cabinet in the warehouse wall and found the blue
pills.  He took three then went to each of the men and gave out the rest.
Chino took four as he fucked the dying boy.  Cuco and Willy two each as
they watched Ellen unwillingly push her tongue into Sandra's pussy, Cuco
whipping his lash alternately across her shoulders making her beautiful
hair fly, then across Sandra's bouncing titglobes.
   The pills began to work almost immediately and the violence in the
warehouse accelerated and swirled.
   The men shouted and grunted like bears, sweated, their eyes wild.
   Chino got up and went to the last two bridesmaids.  With the butcher
knife he cut their dresses to shreds while they screamed helplessly bound
by wrists and ankles.  He cut their bras and panties off, laughing
maniacally.  Emilio pranced around him as he did it.  "Leave me the little
flower-girl, Chino," he growled.  Kathy sobbed, terror on her face as her
clothes too were ripped to tatters and yanked from her.  "I got plans for
her," Emilio finished.  "Yeah..." Chino replied.  His eyes were big and
crazy as he stared at Clarissa.
   "Yeah...Yeah...I bet you do...Just give me this cow, Emilio...Ok?  This
one..." "Take both of them, man," Emilio told him.  "C'mon.  I'll help you,
cabron..."
   They took Clarissa and Susan.
    Chino wanted to compare fucking a boy with fucking a girl so they made
Clarissa stand over Jim's body, legs spread wide then they made her bend
forward, her hands on the mutilated boy's shoulders.
    As Chino took turns shoving his prick up Clarissa's tender pussy and
Jim's raped, knife-ravaged asshole, his face alternating different
expressions of mindless pleasure, Emilio made Susan bend over, way over, so
that her face was between her knees and her shoulder blades rested against
the wall.  In this position Susan was forced to rest on her knuckles, she
standing slightly up on her toes as Emilio cuffed her ankles together and
then bound her wrists.
    Chino as he fucked Jim's asshole pushed his greedy face between
Clarissa's babysoft asscheeks from behind.  Her strong legs rippled and she
moaned softly never closing her lovely dark eyes which stared glassily and
unseeing at Jim's whipped back and shoulders as Chino's tongue fluttered
over her asshole and pussylips.
    Emilio raised his fiberglass rod and slashed it down across Susan's
calves.
    Chino licked all the way down Clarissa's left thigh feeling her muscle
tensing under the skin as he sunk his teeth into the soft meat just above
her knee.  The girl was an athlete.  Swimming and marathon running had made
her legs exquisitely shapely and firm and Chino bit her hard making her cry
and try to move away.  He picked up the knife from the ground and showed it
to her as she looked back at him from between her legs.  "Don't move,
bitch," he growled.  "...or I'll put this in you instead of my mouth."
    Susan's pretty mouth made an O shape as Emilio drew the fiberglass rod
sharply across the back of her knees then across her lower thighs.
    Chino stood up and shoved his prick slowly up Clarissa's moist pussy.
The knife was still in his hand so he touched the cold blade to her lower
back drawing it slowly from the right to the left over her waist, leaving a
thin cut on her as she moaned.Then he leaned down and tracked her spine
from her blonde-maned head to the swell of her asscheeks with the blade,
shivers running on her skin as a thin bloodline appeared.
    Emilio raised his punishing stick and gave Susan three sharp cuts
across each plump asscheek.
    Ellen looked up into Sandra's crying face as she tasted her moist
slit.
    Tears slid down Sandra's cheeks, down on to her sweating chest...sweat
and tears trickled down her belly and Ellen's mouth.
    Cuco whipped Ellen's flanks.
    There were welts on Sandra's tits and legs and back from the same
whip.
    Willy watched both women and jerked off slowly.  The pill was blurring
his vision.  He could hear his heartbeat in his head.
    Thump.  Thump.  Thump.
   Or was it the bullwhips?
    Bullwhips flying through the air...whoooooooshhh - THWACKK!  to land
on screaming babbling Cindy.
   Rick and Paz were working up a real sweat.
   Only the bride and groom left now.
   ...and the naked flower-girl.
   3.
   Time had begun to blur.
   For the men the effect of the drugs made the warehouse expand until it
was like a giant amphitheater from some forgotten film epic, made the
lights change shape and color, intensified their hunger for slaughter.
   Emilio and Chino lifted Jim off the ground.  The boy rose upward by
roped wrists, arms apart as if in search of some heavenly dispensation,
rose upward to hang over them his broken legs held apart by a steel
spreader bar.
   From up there his dying mind lost its grip on reality and he muttered
inchoately.  Chino reached up and slit the boy's strong ankles with his
knifeblade.
   Blood began to spurt and trickle down on Chino and Emilio who turned
their faces up to it, opened their mouths to taste it, to drink the boy as
he rained down on them.
   Clarissa and Susan were brought under the suspended victim and the
shower of blood, Clarissa sitting on the floor, Susan straddling her face.
Emilio and Chino took bamboo sticks and beat the women with them as
Clarissa pushed her face up into Susan's plump blonde pussy.  They beat
Jim's legs too, his calves and swollen broken knees and shins though the
boy was way beyond that level of pain.
   The women were soon covered with Jim's thick bright blood.  Jim gasped,
gagged, gaped at the ceiling, bruised half-open eyes sliding back as he
began to finally die.
   The killers roped Clarissa's wrists to Susan's so that the standing
girl's arms were behind her and the sitting girl's arms rose up to meet
them and they took up hard rubber whips to pound the blood-bathed
hysterical women.  Emilio and Chino whipped angrily, uncaring of the
destructive effect of their blows.  They focused their man-rage on the two
women.
   Clarissa licked desperately up into Susan's cunt.  She tasted Jim's
blood which spattered her face.  She knew Susan was bearing the brunt of
the beating even though the rubber whips sang viciously across the her own
tits and back.  In the midst of her pain and humiliation Susan tried to
admit the pleasurable sensation from Clarissa's tongue.  Clarissa
instinctively sensed the other girl's reaction and gave of herself moaning
urgently.
    Willy fucked Sandra from behind her.
    In front of her, Ellen knelt and cupped Sandra's pussy in her mouth.
    Behind Ellen, Cuco jerked off and sent his whip crashing across both
women.
    Willy slid his cock out of Sandra's asshole and into Ellen's mouth.
    The whip flailed across Ellen's spine.  She cried into Willy's cock.
    Cuco whipped Sandra's tits back and forth hard until fiery red
weltcuts streaked all over the standing girl.  With her arms tied wide she
appeared to be crucified.
    Cuco thought she looked like a flying angel.
    He drew back and slashed the whip across her face.
    She screamed from the blow then looked at him pleadingly.
    He smiled and swung the lash again, mercilessly.
   Rick and Paz dragged Cindy to a steel chair.
   She was covered with the marks of the vicious bullwhipping.
   Three wide ugly slashes crossed out the blue Cupid on her tit-mound.
   She pled with them.  "You whore," they said.  "You stupid whore."
   Emilio left Clarissa and Susan and hovered nearby.
   "You called me a spic, you filthy puta..." he growled jerking off as
Rick tied her arms behind her and Paz secured her ankles to the cuffs
attached to the legs of the chair.  "I didn't mean it," she babbled. 
"...please...you know I didn't mean it...I'm sorry...I'm SORRY!"
   They attached the wires to her nipple rings, then to her pussy rings,
red and black wires leading down to the steel chair.
   Rick brought Emilio the remote control.
   Paz picked up a short wooden stick with a metal spear-tip.  Rick went to
the wall-hooks to take a spiked metal ball which dangled from a chain
attached to a wooden dowel.  "You're sorry?" Emilio asked.
   "I'll show sorry, you miserable twat..." He flipped the switch on the
remote control and electrical jolts flooded
   Cindy's whipped tits and quivering pussy.  "Nnnnaggghhh!" she screeched.
On her slashed chest Cupid danced.
   Up above, Jim shuddered a final time and gasped, still bleeding down on
Susan and Clarissa, shuddered again and gasped out his death rattle, shit
and piss and more blood streaming down on the two women.  Yellow, brown and
red.
   Chino cuts Clarissa and Susan free of each other, orders the two girls
to go to Sandra and Ellen.
   Chino, Willy and Cuco take up thin steel rods.
   The rods are four and a half feet long, thinly flexible.  Sandra is
freed from her ropes and the four women are forced into a sexual daisy
chain, Ellen eating Sandra, Susan eating Ellen, Clarissa eating Susan, and
Susan eating Ellen closing a circle on the dirt floor of the warehouse. 
The men urge them on, call them fuckpigs, jeer at them.  The women sob
tearfully and begin to follow the dehumanizing commands given them.
   At first they are tentative and unwilling.  The smell of sweat, piss,
shit, blood and pussy is dizzying.
   Then they give in to the primal pleasure.  It is their only release from
the oppresion of their tormentors.
   They begin to groan and grind against each other.  The men wait, pacing
and circling them.
   When the bitches are all writhing in sexual rut the steel rods fly.  The
female screams are lovely shrill and full of life and as the bridesmaids
are viciously whipped they continue to pleasure each other.
   The chorus of screams is joined by poor Cindy as electrical jolts
castigate her vibrating bound nakedness.
   Emilio smiles as his victim jerks and bounces on the metal chair
dementedly.
   As he switches the electricity off Paz and Rick move in.
   First Paz, who takes her by her pretty head, aims the spear-tipped rod
at her face and pierces tiny wounds in her lovely cheeks and on her chest
and on her shoulders.
   Then, as Paz steps back smiling, Rick moves in swinging the spiked ball
on the end of the heavy chain.  He strikes the sitting bitch with all his
strength across one shoulder making her twist against the ropes then he
swings across her collar bone which gives with a dry snap as she
groan-shrieks mindlessly.
   As Rick rips the ball out of her Emilio gives her the electricity again.
   He holds a little longer this time until white spume spills from her
lips, until her eyes go glassy and roll upward.  Then, as he switches off,
Paz moves in.
   The big Colombian's gold toothed smile seems permanently etched on his
face as he holds his young girl victim by her shoulder and pushes the metal
tip into her juicy nipple-ringed little tits going slightly deeper now,
gouging, piercing.  He stabs into her Cupid tattoo again and again until it
is obliterated.  "N-nng-ahh..."Cindy groans as she sees Rick begin to swing
the heavy metal ball.  "N-ahh!  Nnn- No!  Noooo!  Pleeeaazze!" Paz steps
back.
   Emilio strokes his cock hard.  Bitch!  Whapppffff!  The spiked ball
smacks into the victim's rib cage is ripped out of her and flies again. 
Cunt!  Whapppffff!  Right into her plump little titbag drawing a high
soprano wail which almost makes Emilio come.  "Give 'er another one," he
orders hoarsely.
   Rick swings obligingly.  Fuckin' scumbag.  Whapppffff!  Deep into her
upper belly winding her, spikes buried in warm whoreflesh.  "Another one!"
Paz shouts.  Whhhhhuuuppffff!!  The blow into the ribcage.  The snap of
more bones.  "Ahhrggghhhh!" the bitch cries.
   Instantly Emilio gives her the electricity.  "Nnnnnaaahhhhggghhh!" she
cries, eyes wide looking at them, begging them...
   "Pleeeeeeeeeeease....gh!gh!ngh!"
   They just jerk off and watch her fry, skin hanging off her ribs in
flaps.
   The sharp slish slash of the steel rods across slutmeat has the men's
cocks pumped and ready to burst...  Susan, Ellen, Clarissa and Sandra lost
in each other's pussies take the punishment with sharp high-pitched
squeals. They lick and slurp thighmeat and bellies and assholes as the
aluminum sticks whiff and whaff into their tender legs and backs and arms
and shoulders.
   Cuco, Willy and Chino hit hard enough to draw blood, thin cuts across
the tender skin of their victims.They laugh and shout and snarl at them and
circle them swinging.  Then they interrupt the daisy chain taking the women
forcing them apart to slam their pricks into their punished bodies.  They
move from bridesmaid to bridesmaid fucking brutally.  The men shoot their
cum up their twats and assholes while they slap and punch and kick their
whipped and broken slut-toys.  They shoot more cum on their faces and they
keep on fucking and fucking, wildly insatiable, punishing the whores,
taking their fill of them, rising to whip them again now harder as the
women crawl on the floor, try to rise and are kicked and beaten, try to
slink away and are dragged back.
   Leaving Cindy on the edge of consciousness Emilio goes to the three
remaining victims.
   Bride, groom and flower girl.
   "Now..." he moans wickedly, smiling as he goes from caressing the naked
girl's hair to the bride's to Scott's.  Scott recoils under his evil touch.
"Now..." Emilio tells them...  "...its party time!"
   4.
   Mary Lou squeezed back against the wooden post, twisting her face away
from the flint-eyed, dark-skinned savage.  She no longer thought of these
men as human.  They were devils that had exploded from some crack in the
ground to destroy all their lives.  He had a knife with a polished black
handle in his hand.
   "You bastard!  Leave her alone!" Scott was shouting.
   She heard the blade of the knife rustle against the coarse white front
of her wedding dress.
   Then she heard it scrape and cut into the fabric.  Her hands fought
vainly against the ropes at her wrists bound so tightly to Scott's that her
fingers had gone numb.  She wept but did not open her eyes as Emilio cut a
piece of the dress away from her chest to expose her white-lace bra and her
deliciously full boobs.  "Ay, mami," he whispered hoarsely, a hideous
gloating grin on his face.  "Look at these fuckin' tetas...Goddamn...You
got a nice little cow here, Scott!" Emilio slipped the edge of the knife
under the elastic band of the brassiere between Mary Lou's juicy tits and
drew it back and up slicing the frilly garment in half so that both boobs
fell instantly free.  Then he peeled the useless garment back and tweaked
her nipples in his fingers.  Still she would not open her eyes.
   She whimpered as his fingers tightened roughly on her big nubs and felt
herself respond unwillingly to his cruel teasing.
   "You stinking PUTA!" he snarled leaning forward right to her face.  She
could smell his hot foul breath.  "Look at me or I'll cut these fucking
tetas off you now."
   She forced herself to open her lovely blue eyes and look at her
tormentor.
   His hands opened and he pressed the warm palms against the helpless
woman's breasts.
   She could feel his breath on her quivering lips and his eyes loomed up
like caverns in front of her.  Again and again the memory of this monster
crushing her little sister's throat under his boot played in her mind.  In
those empty eyes she saw limitless desire to hurt and punish, limitless
greed to drink in anguish and suffering.  This charismatic emptiness easily
explained why the others followed his every order.  They were drawn into
the void because it perfectly mirrored their own demonic and chaotic souls.
Emilio gave them meaning and purpose.  He was their spiritual father.
   She could hear and feel Scott fight against the ropes on the other side
of the post, his hands pulling on hers and making the rope snag into her
wrists, the metal manacles clattering against the base of the wooden
column. Scott would crush this man in an instant.  He was physically bigger
and smarter and she knew he would do anything to save her.  She watched
horrified as Emilio stabbed the knife into the post just beside her head
and slid down to lick her big tits as he gripped them in his hands moaning
and smiling.  Gooseflesh broke out all over her.
   Scott tried to look back to see what was happening but his position kept
him from fully turning around.  Still he could hear Emilio make loud
smacking noises with his lips as he took Mary Lou's nipples and savored
them leisurely.  The fact that the trapped groom could not actually see
what was happening to his hapless bride was maddening and infuriating and
Emilio played it for all it was worth.
   "Goddamn..." Emilio groaned.  "Your slut tastes real good, Scott.  Real
nice." The sweet perfumed flesh made Emilio dizzy with pleasure as he
buried his face between her soft warm titglobes.
   The rest of the men now gathered around.  Their eyes were wild and their
bodies pumped up with the drugs gleamed with the sweat of their exertion
streaked with the blood, shit and urine of their victims.  After the
vicious steel-cane whipping of the writhing lesbian circle, the four
bridesmaids had been shoved and dragged to a pole mounted on a swiveling
platform.  Their arms pulled behind them the welted bitches were
handcuffed; then, between Cuco and Willy they'd forced the females' mouths
open to spear thin, large fishing hooks, through their warm drooling
tongues.  The poor castigated bitches had screeched and tried to struggle
but already beaten, bruised, whipped, bloody, pissed on and smeared with
shit they were no match for the mindless strength of their captors.  Once
the hooks were in place and the doomed bridesmaids stood there with their
mouths open, hooked tongues lolling down they were huddled in a circle
around the swiveling pole.  Cable lines which dangled from the pole were
connected to the victims' tongues forcing their heads to crane upward
unnaturally.  As they stood in a circle, tongue-hooked to the makeshift
maypole in this way, large lead weights shaped like pendants were suspended
from hooks pierced into the defenseless women's luscious boobs and slimy
pussy-lips.  And again the men had circled their prey, this time with fat
bullwhips which they'd used to score darker, deeper, purple bruise welts.
When the screaming wenches were flogged they immediately began to move but
since they were inhumanly restricted they managed only to parade around the
swiveling pole in tight circles, held there by hooked tongues, like some
perverse carnival merry-goround or demented dance as the men brought down
the lashes on the legs, buttocks, and backs of their trapped targets. 
Pierced nipples and labia bled.  Tongues bled.
   The bitches danced to the wicked fire.
   Sometimes all four men would target the same bridesmaid.  Crudely and
openly they attacked laughing, jerking off as they struck.  Poor Clarissa
lost her balance, knees giving out and her tongue was almost ripped out of
her head before she regained her footing, well-muscled calves rippling and
tensing.  Sandra bucked and shrieked at the ceiling.  Susan whinnied like a
frightened mare.  Ellen's big boobs were grossly disfigured by the tugging
hooks and her wide hips quivered, grinding to the savage fire of the
whipping.
   A few feet away Rick and Paz unhooked the electrical wires from Cindy's
tits and cunt and lifted her broken bleeding body from the steel chair and
on to two wooden wedges mounted on steel pipe-beams.  Her hands tightly
bound above her head and hung from the ceiling she was forced to kneel of
the sharp wedges which immediately cut into her knee-bones and shins.  A
long metallic tube-shaft connected to a blowtorch was placed just in front
of her beaten spearpocked boobs.  Paz smiled darkly looking up at the
blonde slut as he touched a lit match to the top of the hollow shaft and
turned on the gas.  The orange flame burst out of the mouth of the shaft
with a hollow pop to lick at Cindy's gold-ringed nipples and at the torn
flaps of slashed flesh that hung from her ribs.
   Her wild demented shrieks filled the warehouse.  "Gag the fuckin' cow!"
Emilio shouted.
   A huge black-ball gag was roughly buckled around the screaming blonde
bitch's head muting her outrageous agony.
   And as Cindy's screams were abruptly muted, her tits burning, Emilio
took leather straps with long steel spikes embedded in them and secured
them around Mary Lou's neck and boobs so that the spikes pointed inward. 
The straps were connected to a pull-rope which Emilio gave to Chino as he
stepped over to Scott to cut the groom free of his bondage to the post.
   Scott immediately turned agressively to face his naked attackers.  But
as he came around the post he saw the straps strategically placed on his
young bride.
   Emilio smiled and jerked off watching the painful realization in Scott's
face.
   "One stupid move from this asshole, Chino and I want you to pull on
those straps.  Kill the fucking cunt." "With pleasure," Chino replied
tugging playfully on the line making the spikes bite into Mary Lou's soft
skin.
   The bride shifted uncomfortably and looked up at Scott her brows arched,
her lips wide in a silent cry, tears flowing down her cheeks and dripping
down to glisten on her heaving strap-spike-threatened bosom.
   Scott knew he could do nothing.  He tried to think, tried to find some
way to deal with the hopeless situation knowing if allowed to go on it
would end only one way, but his mind reeled and faltered and froze.
   Moving swiftly, not giving the groom much time to weigh the odds, Emilio
took a piece of rope and pulling Scott's arms up he bound the young man's
wrists behind his head.  Then taking his knife from where he'd left it
nailed in the post by Mary Lou's head he began to cut away the groom's
clothes.  He slashed and ripped away the expensive shirt, leaving only a
piece of sleeve where the rope held it to the wrists.  He cut through belt
and waistband and half way down one leg of the black slacks leaving Scott
in his jockey briefs, his pants crumpling to his ankles, as the men laughed
and taunted the mortified groom.  Slowly, the fury of anger on Scott's face
was replaced with downcast humiliation as Emilio knelt beside him and
pulled off shoes and socks then reached up and grabbed his underwear to
pull it down to the floor leaving him stark naked in the center of the
jeering men and in plain sight of his tormented bride.  Emilio rose now to
stand over him.  "Maricon..." he spat.  "You motherfucking gringos think
you own the world...huh?  Well, just look at you now -" Scott's helpless
rage made him quiver and bite his lips.  He didn't want to say anything
that would provoke these savages to hurt Mary Lou.  Then again, they were
probably going to hurt her anyway and him.  They were probably going to
kill all of them like they had killed poor Jim.  He flinched from Emilio's
suddenly gentle touch.  He looked up to see the killer's face bloated with
sick lust.
   "You are a nice gringo horse..." he said thickly.  The men had stopped
laughing now and they just watched silently jerking off as Emilio ran his
hands down Scott's bound arms then down his shoulders, down his sides, down
his hips to his strong muscular legs.
   Scott had a beautiful masculine body and he had kept it that way working
out routinely, jogging and pumping weights on the expensive exercise
equipment in his garage.  Though he had a fine head of dark brown hair he
had almost no body hair, except for the bush of his pubic area and smaller
clumps in his armpits.  His skin was bronzed from working outdoors, like an
Indian's.  His hands and feet were strong and well shaped and he had a fine
cock and juicy round balls.
   He was sweating now as Emilio went down on one knee to caress his
wellchiseled calves down to his smooth curving heels and foot-arches. 
"...a strong horse..." Emilio muttered.  He could feel Scott's powerful
muscles and the quivering fury inside the young man.  It gave him pleasure
and made his prick arch and fill.  He knew Scott would do nothing as long
as Mary Lou's life hung in the balance.
   Emilio ran his tongue up and down Scott's firm thigh as he looked up at
him.Then, cruelly he bit into the warm hard meat, sinking his teeth deep,
drawing blood.
   Scott groaned and shut his eyes and drops of sweat beaded up on his
forehead and trickled down into his eyes.  A drop of sweat dripped on
Emilio's cheek as he smiled.
   "Spread your legs for me, pig..." Emilio ordered.  The men licked their
lips.  Some of them jerked off with two hands cupping their balls in one
and stroking their cocks in the other.  They wondered what their sadistic
leader would do with the handsome groom.  All their macho inhibitions had
disappeared now and the dark desires that had always been there under the
surface were coming forth.
   When Scott hesitated to follow his command Emilio turned to Chino who
tugged lightly on the rope pulling on the spike straps, tightening them on
Mary Lou's neck and tits.  The bride gave out a little gasping cry and
Scott opened his eyes to look at her.  He saw tiny jewels of blood ooze
down one breast and into the folds of the ripped wedding gown.
   Instantly, he obeyed splaying his legs apart, his feet gripping the dirt
floor.  "Yeah, that's it..." Emilio smiled and his hand snaked up the
inside of the young man's thigh up to the base of his balls and rudely he
pushed his thumb up into the tight dry asshole as he looked up at him fully
drinking in Scott's desperate humiliation.  Crudely he jammed the thumb in
and out of Scott's asshole and the groom's legs rippled, sweat pouring down
his chest as he grunted.
   "You stupid gringo bastard," Emilio growled hoarsely.  "You picked the
wrong spic to fuck with this time...the wrong motherfucking spic...." With
his other hand Emilio reached up and took Scott's hanging balls squeezing
the soft fleshsacs hard as he slammed his thumb up into the grunting male's
rectum.  "You got a big dick," Emilio jeered.  "A big dick and big balls,
like a fucking bull...huh?  Just like a fucking toro.  You like to fuck,
Scott?  Huh?  You like to do it with that big bull prick?  You use that big
pinga on your little woman over there yet?  Huh?" He tightened his grip on
Scott's balls crushing them in his big hand, making the young man gasp and
groan and bite his lip, his sweat-drenched face trapped and twisted, framed
between his jutting elbows and upraised arms, his hands clenched into fists
behind his head.  Emilio leaned forward and took another hard bite of
Scott's thigh, just below the hip.  The taste of his prey lingered on his
palate.  "I know you used that big dick on somebody..." Scott's eyes opened
and he looked down at his tormentor's gloating face nervously.  "Was it
your little bride, amigo?" Emilio asked with a broad knowing grin.
   "Did you fuck your little woman before the big wedding?  Or was it
somebody else maybe..." "P-please..." Scott gasped.  "I -"
   "Shut up, scumbag!" the dark-skinned man shouted.  "I know you fucked
her.  I know everything.  At the Blue River Holiday Inn...huh?  Right?"
Mary Lou gave out a little sob.
   Emilio turned to glance at her.  "Oh yeah...I know.  I know.  In fact, I
watched you little lovebirds kissing in the car outside the hotel.  I could
have blown you away then...Booom!"
   When he shouted Scott jumped and the men laughed.
   "Three times...three times you were there.  Three times I thought about
blowing your fucking shit away.  But then I thought: no.  That's too easy.
Too easy for a big bull motherfucking gringo and his little lovewhore."
   Releasing Scott's balls and pulling his thumb out of the groom's asshole
Emilio now rose to stand before his victim wiping his odorous, shit-smeared
finger on the young man's face.
   "Bend over, scumbag," he commanded, his voice a contemptuous sneer.
   Scott looked at him blankly.
   "I said - BEND OVER!" Emilio snarled grabbing Scott by the hair and
pulling him forward, forcing him to bend at the waist.  Lifting the
humiliated groom's wrists up off his head Emilio bore down on Scott's
shoulders forcing the young man's bound hands to seek support on the dirt
floor as he struggled to keep from falling.
   Going around to stand behind the wide-legged, prostrated victim Emilio
lifted his fat hard prick up to Scott's asshole.  "No!" Mary Lou cried out.
"No!  Please!  Don't!" Chino yanked on the rope and the spikes pierced into
the bride's soft skin twisting her pleas upward into a shrill cry.
   Scott tried to look up but suddenly Emilio gripped him by the hips and
pushed his hard rampant boner with furious efforts up the groom's bunghole.
As Emilio buttfucked Scott with aggressive sycopated jabs of his lower
body, Chino tightened the grip of the spike straps on Mary Lou strangling
her neck and her big tits, blood streaming from tiny piercewounds and down
her chest staining the torn gown a dark shadowy red.  "I'm fucking you,
gringo!" Emilio shouted wildly.  "Fucking youuu!" The men cheered their
leader on.  Emilio went up on his toes to ram Scott with all his strength.
Scott looked up at Mary Lou, saw her bleeding, felt the hard jabbing cock
breaking his asshole, started to sob helplessly.
   "Yeahh!" Cuco jeered.
   "Goddamn!" Paz laughed, gold-toothed, brutal laugh.  "Lookit the gringo
cry!" Ri ck taunted.
   "He's cryin' just like a fuckin' puta, Emilio!" Willy chanted manically.
   "Just like a fuckin' PUTA!"
   "Whatsamatter?" Emilio growled.  "You never been fucked before?"
   The men laughed.
   "Don't you like it?"
   Scott gagged.  His asshole bled.  Emilio's cock rammed deep enough to
slam into shit.
   "Huh?  Don't you like it, gringo?" Emilio growled, bending forward to
fuck the helpless man with all his strength, pumping his hard prick in and
out of the bleeding asshole.  "Don't you like the way I fuck you up your
filthy fucking asshole, you maricon!?  MARICON!  Faggot!  Scumbag!  Come
on! OPEN YOUR LEGS WIDER, FAGGOT!  QUEER!  HIJO DE PUTA!  FUCK ME!  COME
ON! FUCK ME!  You son of a bitch white motherfucker I'm gonna kill you! 
You hear me!  Uhh!  Uhh!  I'm gonna kill you and your fucking little
wedding party...all of you..Uhh!  Uhh!  I'm gonna kill all of you and piss
on you and shit on you you motherfucking scumbags.  This is what you
deserve.  Pull on that bitch, Chino!  COME ON!  MAKE THE BITCH BLEED! 
YEAHHH!  YEAHH!"
   The drug-buzz exploded in Emilio's head.  He threw his head back and
yelled like a madman.  Sadistic power burst white hot all through him.  His
cock was bursting too, thrusting.  He knew if he kept going he would cum in
the scumbag's asshole.  But he held back.  He wanted to save it a little
longer.  Wanted to make it go on and on.  He looked up and saw little Kathy
bound to the post, the lovely freckled flower-girl, hanging her head and
sobbing, her gentle sheltered mind unable to cope with the gross sexual
destruction all around her.  Slowly, he slid out of Scott's asshole.  The
groom fell forward on his knees as Emilio released him.
   Scott looked up.  Emilio stood over him.  "Lick it clean, pigfuck,"
   The dark-skinned killer sneered.  "Fuck you," Scott sobbed angrily. 
"What!?" Emilio screamed, his eyes now ablaze.  "What did you say to me,
you piece of shit faggot?" "I said fuck you!  Fuck you!  FUCK YOU!  All of
you!  I don't care anymore!  I don't care!" "You don't care, huh!?  Well
I'm gonna make you care, shithole!  Suck the shit off my cock or you're
gonna find out what's what....DO IT!"
   Scott glared up at his tormentor but did not make a move.
   His victim's sudden defiance made anger pulse hotly in Emilio's head. 
He knew he could easily crush the kneeling man, kill him with a nod of his
head, have him beaten to death or ripped apart.  But he wanted complete
surrender and submission from Scott.  Nothing short of complete physical
and psychological defeat would please him now.  "You fucking scumwad," he
growled coldly.  "That's the way you wanna play it, that's the way its
gonna be."
   Emilio picked up the knife from the ground and went to little Kathy. 
Horrified, Scott watched him cut the ropes that still held the naked child
to the post and release her from the ankle cuffs, watched him drag the
helpless child back toward where he knelt on the ground, watched Chino
pulling the straps that slowly sank deeper into Mary Lou, watched Cindy
kneel on the bladed wedges, her tits burning, watched the bridesmaids
tongue-hooked to the swiveling post.  His resolve started to weaken.  He
knew they would all die but he also knew if he did not submit to this
animal their death might be more horrible and painful than any of them
could imagine.  "Get him up," Emilio ordered.  Chino and Cuco jerked the
kneeling groom up by his bound arms.
   The metal hooks from the box were in Emilio's hands.  The sobbing flower
girl naked at his feet.  "Scumbag," he sneered, gritting his teeth. 
"Fucking scumbag, take the pain I give you."
   And wordlessly he pinched Scott's nipples up one by one in his hand and
drove the sharp hooks right through each of the young man's pectorals
piercing deep into the muscle making the groom scream in agony while Chino
and Cuco held him steady smiling.  Then, lifting the naked flower girl up
by her right leg Emilio pierced the business end of the hooks he'd run
through Scott's nipples first into the big toe of her right foot, then
lifting the other leg, the big toe of her left foot, right through them, so
that the poor howling wench hung by her little feet from Scott's strong
chest, facing backward, her upside down freckled face grimacing and
spilling tears visible between his strong spread calves, her lovely red
hair dragging on the dirt floor.  Taking another hook from the box now, a
slightly larger one, coming around behind his victims, Emilio bent down to
take Scott's fat balls in one hand.  "Push her face toward me," he ordered.
Willy stepped up to lift little Kathy's lovely face to Scott's balls.
   Emilio pinched the little girl's nostrils closed and when she opened her
little mouth to breath he slid the hook into it and pulled it back out as
he twisted it downward piercing the little girl's lower lip, driving the
hook right through it, blood spilling from her screaming throat.  Then
while Cuco and Chino held the groom and Willy held Kathy's head in place
Emilio pierced the metal point through both of the young man's testicles
effectively impaling the flower-girl's mouth to the screaming groom's
balls.
   Leaving the girl-child hanging on Scott, the poor groom striving to keep
from falling, now again sobbing, his courage dissipating under the assault
of the hideous agony on his sexual organs and the sagging weight of the
flower girl's body on his tits, Emilio went to Mary Lou.  He took the rope
from Chino and gave it a good hard tug.  "Shit!" Chino shouted jerking off
as the spikes drove into the bride's tits and milk-white neck.  "Ughhhhh!"
Mary Lou grunted.  With one downward slice of his knife, Emilio cut the
bridal gown open right down the middle.  He tore the garment off her in
pieces and sliced off her white pantyhose peeling it in strips down her
long sexy legs to her feet, prying off her shoes to leave her completely
nude.
   He freed the lovely naked bride now from the post pulling her by the
spikestrap rope to follow him as he led her to a filthy wooden table.  He
made her climb up on the table then climbed up on it with her.  It was a
dark oak table, so sturdy it didn't even shake as he now pulled Mary Lou's
pretty legs up and apart to crouch over her, the other killers around them
watching.
   From a few feet away, Scott watched too unable to do anything to stop
the inevitable rape of his young bride, the little flower girl squirming as
she hung on him, each of her movements causing him intense fiery pain. 
Emilio spat his words down into Mary Lou's helpless face.  "Now you're
gonna find out what its like to get fucked by a real man, bitch." Still
holding the spike-strap pull-rope in one hand he put his cock to her open
slit.  She was delicious, a true blonde, with golden pubic hairs, with fair
soft skin and gentle blue eyes now blurred with tears and slitted, swollen
from crying.  He pushed his cock into her plump little pussy slowly, just
the head, nudging her vagina open.  "And you know what, cunt?" he asked
looking right in her eyes and pulling on the spike-straps.
   "I really enjoyed killing your little...slut...sister...." and with that
he slid into the sobbing, defenseless bride, knowing he had flooded her
mind with the memory of the cruel slaying as he filled her with his big
hard prick.
   "Ohh yeahh," Cuco groaned.  Emilio watched his cock, still coated with
Scott's shit piston in and out of Mary Lou's snatch which began almost
instantly to lubricate in response to the raping asssault.  Looking up he
was able to see Cindy a few feet away suffering the slow burning of her
tits which were sweat-sheened, the under-side of the orbs already brown and
here and there black-smudged.  He fucked the bride lustily and yanked on
the spike-straps choking and bleeding her, the men jerking off faster now
all around the table.  For a while he fucked the young blonde slamming her
against the table then he stepped down and turned her over to the others
and watched them all have a go.  All of them were wild with the effect of
the amphetamines.
   The men were like wild beasts as they climbed up on the oak table to
rape the howling bride viciously.
   Emilio stepped up to Scott jerking off.  The groom was having trouble
keeping his balance with the shrieking flower-girl stapled to the front of
his body.
   It amused Emilio to watch their suffering, both victims connected to
each other and helpless to stop the pain and suffering.  He picked up a
whip and circled the two of them slashing out, taking out his blazing anger
on them.
   He took his time and did not flail repeatedly.  Instead he struck
well-aimed,wellmeasured strokes across the young man's back, across the
little girl's waist, across Scott's strong legs, across Kathy's little ass,
across Scott's face, across Kathy's calves.  Emilio moved around them,
whipping them, getting hoarse cries from the man and squeals from the
little girl.  He used the long black braided lash expertly now flogging
Scott's legs trying to bring him down, leaving burning scarlet welts on the
groom's thighs, on the back of his knees and on his strong thighs.  He
whipped the little girl's back making her legs jerk and quiver as they hung
by hooked toes to the man's hooked nipples, tiny blood streams running down
her bleeding feet and Scott's torn chest.  Then, tiring of the lash, he
stepped up to his victims for more intimate contact.  He drove his fists
into Scott's warm welted back, in the V between his bound arms, and into
the little girl's sides and spine.  While the warehouse echoed with the
screams of the victimized wedding party Emilio slid first one then two
fingers into Kathy's little pussy as he looked right into Scott's face. 
"This is what you wanted, gringo motherfuck," he growled now pushing his
hairy fist into the little girl's virgin pussy, breaking her open, ripping
into her mercilessly.
   "No..." Scott replied weakly, looking down at the damage Emilio was
causing.
   Emilio pushed his fist into the squealing girl and Kathy's legs pulled
downward on Scott's already deformed nipples.
   "Yes!" Emilio snarled right in his face.  "Yes!  This is all your fault,
asshole.  You and your fucking father.  If you had treated me with respect
none of this shit would have happened." Now he slid his fist in and out of
Kathy's violated bloody twat-crack making the little bitch dance on Scott's
chest, tugging on his balls and nipples as she squirmed and screamed
wildly.
   "I really enjoyed blowing your folks away, asshole," Emilio told Scott,
watching his words destroy the young man completely.  "Yeah...I blew them
away personally.  They were standing by the band.  I cut your mother in
half...the long way.  Yeah, the old lady exploded like a fucking grenade.
And the old fuck...I shot him up the balls...from the balls to the face..."
He continued to fuck the little girl with his fist as he spoke, watching
Scott's eyes fill up with tears.
   "It was real nice...mmmm...yeahh...I love to kill...especially you
fucking gringo fucks that think you know everything...I love to see the
blood fly.  I'm gonna enjoy killing your pretty little woman...and when the
time comes I'm gonna enjoy finishing you...Oh yeahhh...but
you...are...going...to...last...mother - fuck -er....You'll be the
last...the very, very last...  You are going to watch - them - ALL -
die..."
   5.
   When the men tired of Mary Lou, after having fucked her asshole and cunt
and mouth, after having spent themselves repeatedly on the tabled bride
they split up.  Cuco and Rick went to the bridesmaids, Chino and Paz to
Cindy.
   Willy and Emilio unhooked little Kathy from Scott's bleeding body.  They
cut down the dead boy, Jim, from the ceiling and tied him on Scott's back,
both men crucified with ropes to a wooden beam between them, ropes around
waist, hips, and thighs, the defeated groom slammed down on his knees, his
dead friend an almost impossibly heavy burden on him.  Then, the killers
fucked the little girl on the ground right in front of Scott, Emilio up her
little cunt and Willy up her asshole, she straddling Emilio, Willy peeling
her little asscheeks open to bang her heartlessly from behind, steel rod in
hand to flay her back from her neck to her butt, whipping and fucking the
little slut for all she was worth.
   Cuco and Rick heated metal rods over a metal cauldron full of burning
coals and proceeded to push the red hot spears up the bridesmaids pussies
and assholes.  The women shrieked spiritedly still hung by their tongues,
the metal weights dangling from side to side on their tits and labia as
they wriggled and squirmed in horrible agony.  Their screaming faces were
exciting to watch.  Sweating, flushed, eyes glassy and vacant they took the
poking steel which hissed as it came in contact with delicate lovehole
flesh.  Cuco laughed.  Rick's face was deadpan.  Both men worked slowly on
the hapless bridesmaids pushing the rods up into them watching them
carefully, enjoying their vital wailing suffering.  It was fascinating to
see the delicious young female bodies shudder, jerk, spasm, tits weighed
down by the lead pendants, cunt-lips stretched, mis-shapen by the bouncing,
swinging weights.
   Chino and Paz, meanwhile, entertained themselves with Cindy.  They took
her down from her punishment on the wedge bars and suspended her by her
feet from an overhead line.  Both men took wooden spears which were as long
as pool cue-sticks.  Carefully, they began to torture the hanging woman
with the spears.  They did not want to kill her, but they did want to
seriously hurt the bitch....very seriously....  She was already in pretty
bad shape.  The spiked hammer-ball had left her with three broken ribs and
a broken collar-bone; her belly, face and tits had been pierced and gouged;
her tits had been burned almost black by the flame from the blowtorch. 
But, somehow she was still incredibly attractive.  In fact, the partial
destruction of her body made her more appealing to her cruel attackers. 
Debased, bleeding, upside down, the broken bitch was an excellent target
for their morbid sexual obsession.  As blood rushed to her face further
disfiguring her features and pulsing from the tiny wounds that had been
inflicted there, Chino drove his spear into her strong, supple thighmeat.
Paz followed suit.  At first they went only skin deep, just enough to draw
the blood to the surface.  Her gurgling cries urged more violence and they
pushed into her harder jerking off as they did so.  Up the sides of her
legs they slammed their spears into her muscles, deep into tensed calves,
hard into the slopes of her knees coming up against the bone, and again
into her strong hips.  They covered her beautiful legs with dripping
wound-holes that spilled blood down on her chest and belly and face and on
the floor.  The sight of her this way made them attack with still more
cruelty.  Her burned tits were pierced completely through, black-brown meat
gutted open, ringed nipples ripped and gashed.  Her shoulders and upper
chest took the thumping sharp hurt of the spears and her upper back too as
she swung around screaming at the top of her lungs her ball-gagged mouth
gasping, teeth biting into the rubber sphere.
   Emilio, as he fucked Kathy occasionally pulling her pretty little face
down to his to smear his lips on hers kept an eye on the torture of Cindy.
He didn't want her to die just yet.  There was something he needed her for.
Something which would make this night more perfect and more complete in its
total devastation.  So when Chino and Paz started driving their spears into
the hanging woman's bowels Emilio called out to them.  "Don't kill her
yet!" he shouted.
   He pulled his dick out of Kathy and stood up.  Willy continued to fuck
the little girl up the ass on the ground.
   Emilio, Chino and Paz brought Cindy down from her inverted suspension
and laid the groaning, bleeding dark-haired bitch on the ground before
Scott.
   Emilio went to the table where Mary Lou lay on her belly, her face in
her arms.  Again taking a hold of the spike-strap pull-rope he walked her
down to the floor and brought her to heel a couple of feet from Scott and
Cindy.  Scott looked down on Cindy in horror.  The men had savaged her
terribly.
   He did not think a human body could take such limits of atrocious
torture and still survive.  The spear wounds leaked on to the ground; her
chest was a mass of ripped and burned flesh, gold-ringed nipples half-torn
off her; he could see the broken rib-bones right through the gashes in her;
he could see the bright pink of her innards through spear-wounds in her
belly; her face now was ghostly pale and her eyes looked up into his, weak
but conscious.
   Jim's broken dead body weighed on Scott, sagged and pulled him toward
the ground and it took all his strength just to stay up on his knees.  Mary
Lou looked at her punished husband and at the nearly dead female laying in
front of him.  To one side she could see Cuco and Rick fucking the
tonguehooked bridesmaids with the hot metal pokers and to the other Willy
sodomizing Kathy pitilessly, the child's face pressed against the dirt
floor.
   The blue-eyed bride was on the edge of total insanity.  The violent
non-stop raping had left her dizzy and sick.  Twice she'd puked her guts
out.  The ass-fucking had made her shit and piss herself on the table but
that had not stopped the men.  If anything that had charged them up to a
higher intensity of barbarity.  They had fucked the lovely humiliated
blonde as viciously as they were able.  They had ridden her, double-fucked
her, made her suck them off, eaten and bitten her pussy, fistfucked her
asshole, kicked and beaten her, yanked on the spike straps.  She knew a
final pull on those spike straps could finish her and they'd almost done
it. She began to hope they would, that one of the beasts would take her and
pull on that rope hard so that the spikes at her throat would drive in to
the hilt and silence her shame and anguish forever.  But Emilio had always
stopped them, the hideous demon who controlled all of them.  And they
listened to him.  And they obeyed.  And now so must she.  He ruled her
life. As she slipped further and further from herself he was the voice who
ruled her.  There was no other.
   "Mr.  Scott Williams," he now said, the monster-killer, butcher and
rapist, owner of her soul.  "The big macho bull-man."
   Mean laughter erupted from the men.  "You like to use that big cock and
those fat balls don't you.  You like it a lot."
   Mary Lou had no idea where this was going.  How could she?  It was all
insane.  The wedding party had fallen through a dark hole, a jagged slash
in the fabric of the universe.  None of it made any sense.
   Not any of it.
   "Maybe you should tell your little bride over there just how much you
like to use your big filthy cock."
   Emilio looked back at Mary Lou with a knowing cynical look that cut
right to the bottom of her soul like a slash from his black-handled knife.
"Yeah," he continued, obviously enjoying himself.  Cuco and Rick stopped
their torture of the bridesmaids to listen; Willy continued to fuck the
little girl, but slower now as he too listened.
   "Yeah you fuck...you like to use your stinking dong a whole lot...In
fact when you took your little love-cunt to the Blue River Holiday Inn it
wasn't the first time you'd been there was it? ...Was it?" Cindy looked up
into Scott's eyes and he tried to look away but was drawn back to the
gagged suffering female face on the floor before him.  "Why don't you tell
your little bride just who it was that you took to the hotel just two weeks
ago, you scumbag," Emilio continued his voice cruel and cold as he watched
Mary Lou's face.  "Come on...Time to confess.  Let us all in on it, Mr. 
Scott Williams, Mr.boyscout, do-gooder, faggot scumsucking bastard." He
picked up one of the bloody spears that Chino and Paz had been using on
Cindy and he walked casually to the weak dying bridesmaid who lay on the
ground in front of Scott.  He put the spear-tip to her cheek.
   "Who were you fucking just two short weeks before your lovely wedding?"
Scott remained silent.  "I can't hear you, pendejo," Emilio taunted and
pushed the spear into Cindy's cheek.
   "I -" Scott began.
   "Yes?"
   Scott hesitated.
   "Tell me what I want to hear or I'm gonna put the spear all the way
through this cunt's face...NOW!"
   Cindy looked up at Scott and shook her head slightly.  'You don't have
to tell,' she told him with her eyes.
   Scott looked down into her dark tearful glance which shone with an
almost maternal compassion.
   Emilio placed his foot on the suffering bridesmaid's ravaged chest and
slowly began to push the spear into ther cheek.  Blood dripped from the
wound.  "WAIT!" Scott shouted.  "I'll tell you!  I'll tell you, goddamn
you, you murdering bastard..." Mary Lou looked at her husband and the room
spun around her.
   He tried to look at her but finally gave up and stared straight ahead as
he spoke in a defeated monotone voice.  "I'd been to the hotel before...and
yes, I was there two weeks ago..." "And who was the lucky lady?" Emilio
urged, already knowing the answer.  "It -it was- Cin- Cindy..." Cindy
closed her eyes as the spear was pulled away from her face.  The men
laughed.  "Hey!" Chino called out.  "You mean it was Scott made the little
slut get those rings on her tits and pussy?"
   "Well?" Emilio prompted leaning down to look at Scott with mocking eyes.
"You know already, you shit!" Scott hissed.  Emilio laughed then he leaned
down and pushed Cindy's face to the groom's limp cock.  "I'm sure you'll
have no problem with giving your old boyfriend some head, cunt...So DO it!"
Cindy obeyed instantly her soft lips cupping around the flaccid crown of
Scott's prick and sucking subserviently.  Despite himself Scott felt his
organ tense and begin to pulse with hot blood.  "Oh yeah," Emilio whispered
smiling.  "Yeahh...nice.  Good bitch...get your fucking bull big, whore..."
He sauntered over to Mary Lou now, spear in hand and as he spoke he jabbed
her shoulders with the spear tip.  "So whatta ya say, slut?  Huh?  Look at
them...LOOK AT THEM!  Did you know?  You see how good she sucks him?  Huh?
Do you?  See how much he likes it?  Did you know your hubbie was banging
your best friend and exploring some fast-lane S&M shit with her?  Huh? 
Nah..nah..  of course, you didn't...after all you're such a good girl. 
Shit like that wouldn't even enter your pure little head now would it. 
Or...would it?  I heard tell you and Jim had something going
on...yeahhh...you and dead little Jim-bo there."
   Scott looked up at her then hung his head in shame as his prick rose
into full erection in Cindy's loving submissive mouth.  The groom tottered
under the weight of his dead friend, his knees sinking into the soft dirt
floor.  Mary Lou glanced back, already her mind was slipping, losing its
hold.
   She remembered Jim going down on her as she sat naked on the edge of the
pool.  It was a perfect summer day.  Eat me....she told him...oh yeah,
Jimmy, oh yeahhhh , eat me...But that was before she fell in love with
Scott.  How could Scott have been cheating on her like that...and with
Cindy of all people?  Her mind slipped back and forth...eat me..eat
me...She saw Scott standing over her.  He had tied her hands together.  He
had told her he wanted to whip her.  She thought he was joking.  She didn't
like rough stuff...but the rings on Cindy's nipples and pussy?  Had he
whipped Cindy?  Had he fucked her?  It was all
slipping...slipping...slipping...
   She held the end of the pull-rope out to Emilio.  "Kill me," she said
softly, evenly, unemotionally.  "Please.  Kill me now.  Please please kill
me.  Kill me.  Kill me." Emilio laughed then brutally backhanded her.  The
slap exploded on her face with deafening force knocking her on her side to
the ground.  "I will kill you, pig!" he roared.  "But I will kill you in my
own - good - time!" "Now," he roared.  "We gonna have a wedding!"
   The men shouted gleefully, hi-fived each other.  "A wedding!" they
shouted.  "A REAL goddamn fucking wedding!"
   The altar for the wedding was the dirty oak table Mary Lou had been
raped on.  Leading to it the men uncurled a long vynl runway, some forty
feet long that had been coiled up in a corner of the warehouse.  Half-inch
metal spikes covered the entire surface of the runway.
   The wedding party was assembled at the end of the spike-covered carpet
after the bridesmaids were realeased from the tongue-hooks that held them
to the post.  The lead weights were left on their whip-welted,
bruise-smudged bodies.  Kathy, the flower girl could barely walk, even
after the hooks were removed from her little toes.  The big cocks that had
sodomized and raped her made every move she made excruciatingly painful as
her chafed pussy lips rubbed against chafed thighs.  So she rested against
Mary Lou who had been freed from the spiked straps and whose beautiful blue
eyes were glassy and vacant.  Scott was forced to carry Jim on his back,
the wooden pole keeping his arms and those of his dead comrade in a
crucified position.  The broken dead boy faced away, both men tied back to
back and his feet dragged on the ground as Scott walked trailing blood from
his own wounds as well as his friends'.  Emilio ordered the wedding party
to begin the procession to the 'altar'.
   The men attacked with long searing bullwhips.
   Ellen and Susan carried Cindy between them and tried to shield their
faces from the flying lashes.  On bare feet, the bridesmaids, the groom
weighed down with the dead best man, the flower girl and the bride began
their tormented march.  The only music was the sharp whistle-crack of the
whips and the obscene catcalls of the six assailants.  Metal spikes drove
into bare foot soles and the women howled and screamed.  Scott groaned. 
Twice he fell to his knees on the spikes and had to be helped up, his
gouged knees spurting blood.Cindy was half-dragged, the top of her feet
scraping along the spikes.  Mary Lou lifted Kathy up in her arms to protect
the child from the deadly spikes but she was ordered to put her down and
the little girl instantly tried to run off the runway.  The men attacked
her mercilessly with the bullwhips showing absolutely no mercy until she
returned to the wedding party her small body already marked from Willy's
steel rod across the back now newly scored and striped with ugly abrasions,
she able then only to crawl along on the spiked carpet on bleeding hands
and knees in front of the anguished group.
   It took the wedding party almost forty minutes to approach the 'altar'
and by the time they got there their feet were a gouged mess and their
bodies had been flogged bloody.
   Emilio proclaimed himself priest.
   With a stretch of barbed wire he symbolically bound the bride to the
groom by the neck, back to back, looping the cord until it was chokingly
tight.  The arrangement proved extremely awkward since the best man's body
was between the strangled bride and choking groom.  Mary Lou could feel
Jim's cold broken chest against her back and his dead genitals against her
asscheeks.  The men passed around a big goblet they had stolen from the
reception hall that afternoon and they all pissed in it.
   Ceremoniously, Emilio made bride and groom drink the piss.  Then he had
the bridesmaids piss in the goblet and again brought it to the bride and
groom.  Most of the bridesmaids had pissed blood.  Mary Lou gagged.  Bile
trickled from her lips.  Scott vomited.  Small bits of barbed wire were
shaped into rings and forced into the bride and groom's wedding ring
fingers.  For effect, Emilio pulled the bride's small delicate pinky back
and back further and further until it snapped like a twig.  When she
screamed he punched her in the stomach winding her.
   Kathy lay in a crumpled heap during all this but Emilio found a way to
include her.  Grabbing her by her lovely red hair he got her up on her
knees and wrapped a loop of barbed wire around her head so that the barbs
pierced into her forehead blood dripping down into her eyes.  Then he took
the butcher knife that had stabbed Jim's balls and while Chino and Willy
held the screaming babbling child he sliced off her little red nipples.  He
then forced Mary Lou to eat one and Scott the other.  Similarly, the little
girl's pussy lips were carefully excised.  The wire-crowned child pissed
herself in agony as she was held spreadeagled on the 'altar' and the insane
ritual climaxed with the mutilated labia being shoved down the bride and
groom's gullets as their nostrils were pinched shut.
   "Do you take this scumbag for your lawfully wedded husband?" Emilio
asked Mary Lou.
   She stared at him blankly.  He pulled her warm soft nipple toward him,
tweaked it until it was hard then brought the knifeblade across it slicing
it clean off.  He popped the nipple into his mouth watching her scream and
ate it, blood dribbling down his chin as he now stood over Scott.
   "Do you take this bitch, this filthy pigslut which everyone here has
fucked the shit out of, for your lawfully wedded wife?" Hideous laughter
roared from the killers.  Scott looked down at the ground.  Emilio bent
over him, pulled Scott's left teat straight out and without warning sliced
it clean off.  Scott bellowed like a mortally wounded animal and Emilio
laughed picking up the mutilated piece of flesh pushing it into the gagging
man's screaming mouth.
   "I now pronounce you -" Emilio paused for effect.  Scott spit out the
bloody flesh-slice.
   "...dead meat." Emilio finished.  The men roared, laughed, shouted. 
They began again to flog the wedding party making the bridesmaids who still
stood on the spiked carpet runway cower together under the hail of blows.
The 'ceremony' had unleashed new demons in the men.  They attacked the nude
and bloody bridesmaids with newfound vigor.  While Susan, Ellen and
Clarissa were mercilessly flogged, clubbed, and fucked Sandra and Cindy
were chosen for final slaughter.  Scott and Mary Lou were pulled up on the
'altar' strangle-bound to each other, the dead boy between them, where they
would be the center of the orgy of destruction.
    The meathooks.
    Time to kill some cunt.
    Time to spill warm life on the dirt.
   Paz snarled his gold-tooth sneer, knelt on Sandra's chest, one knee on
her trachea choking her as he pulled her arm up and stabbed the big hooks
through her wrists.
   Time blurring as the killing begins.  Willy and Rick spread Cindy's arms
wide apart on the ground and force the hooks through her slender limbs. 
Emilio sat back on the comfortable old recliner like an attending King. 
Barbed-wire crowned Kathy was brought to him and lowered on to his erect
cock, her small broken lip-less pussy swallowing the whole length of killer
meat, howling child in the grip of her lover-murderer.  The two whores
Sandra and Cindy were raised slowly upward screaming, slowly, the meathooks
in their wrists on pull lines, bones creaking painfully, their killers
raising them up off the ground.
    Time to get them up there.
   The rest of the wedding party watched in horror.  The creaking pulleys
lifted them, neither woman struggled.  They have given up, broken bodies
hauled upward, up off their feet, up into the air.  Broken cunt-dolls.
   Dead meat...Emilio's words echoed in the air.  Dead fucking meat.
   Paz, Willy and Rick.  In their grip: the long wooden spears.  Hunters.
They jerked off now thirsty for destruction.  Their prey hanging in mid-air
delicious invitation, helpless dead meat for the butchers.  They surrounded
the two victims.
   Spears jab and thump.
   Cindy's gag has been removed and her screams are beautiful.  Sandra
joins in.  A glorious screaming duet of suffering, of anguish.
   Oh yeah, spears thud and slam into both hanging women going deep now,
going for the gold.  Paz no longer smiles.  His is a demon-master as he
plunges his weapon into soft belly-meat.  "Uhhgghhhgwhhh!" Sandra grunts.
Blood streams from her lips.  "Ahhhhhrrrrwwwwhhh!" Cindy shrieks as Willy
puts his spear all the way through her.
   All the fucking way through.
   It is not long before severed reams of entrails dangle from the hanging
bitches but the spearing continues.  Long streamers of blood roll down
their arms, down their arm-pits, drip off them.
   Rick takes careful aim and strikes, driving his spear right up into the
middle of Sandra's chest going right through esophagus and into
lung-tissue.
   The bitch spasms, coughs, gasps.  Beautifully her legs come up like some
chorus girl in a Hollywood musical flying on a suspension cable above a
technicolor soundstage.  Paz stabs his spear into the back of one of her
knees.  It makes a tearing meaty sound.
   Cuco and Chino fired up by the attack on the suspended women seize the
remaining bridesmaids.  They rope Clarissa and Susan to each other and then
they take fat-titted Ellen and put her back up against a post and wire her
arms and wrists behind it.  They stab hooks through her nipples and connect
the hooks to two ropes which pull her lovely mammaries out away from her to
an eyebolt on a post facing her.  Once her big tits are pulled to their
extreme and the cow is screaming, sobbing and babbling for mercy all three
men attack the distended udders with barbed whips.  After the whore's boobs
are all bloody Cuco takes the gun, one of the .45 automatics, and standing
beside the bound bitch places the weapon's muzzle to the soft flank of her
right boob.  Smiling he fires a round right through the screaming cunt's
tits.  More blood and flesh spatter the wall and dirt floor.  The killers
shout triumphantly.  A metal rod is pushed through the bullet holes pierced
through both flogged bleeding jugs.  Eyebolts are screwed into both ends of
the rod and ropes from the ceiling are lowered and tied to it.  Clarissa
and Susan are then connected to the other end of the ropes, independent
nooses around their necks, and they are made to climb up on a tall stool
still bound to each other.  "Yeahh!" Emilio shouts as he fucks his
screaming flower girl.  He watches the action on both sides of him, the
spearing of Sandra and Cindy, and the torture of Clarissa Susan and Ellen.
   Still wired to each other by their necks the bride and groom watch the
gruesome slaughter-orgy knowing their turn will soon come.  Mary Lou's eyes
are lost.  Scott sobs quietly.  Between them the dead boy Jim drools blood,
eyes rolling sightlessly upward, his limbs already stiff in rigor mortis.
The spearing of Sandra and Cindy continues.  Thump!  Slooosh!  Whummpp! 
Into their broken gutted bodies with methodic savagery.  All three men in a
frenzy as they slam the sharp killing wood into slutmeat.  The stool on
which Clarissa and Susan stand totters precariously.  The bridesmaids are
forced up on their toes by the strangling nooses, both bitches tied to each
other by their shoulders and waists.  The nooses lead up to the pulleys and
back down to the metal rod driven through Ellen's big juicy punished tits.
Picking up the metal rods again Cuco and Chino attack Clarissa and Susan's
lovely legs slicing into thigh and calve-flesh viciously, drawing blood
right from the first cuts.  Screeching, the bound bridesmaids try to keep
their balance on the surface of the stool.  Angrily the men cut at them. 
Whoosh!  Whoosh!  Metal rods fly and fly.  Blood spurts from legmeat. 
"Yeahh!  YE-ahhh!" Emilio shouts gleefuly slamming his punishing prick up
into shrieking Kathy.
   Chino now aims his steel rod across Ellen's punished tits.  Still hooked
by the nipples the tits are a wonderful target for him.  The metal rod
driven through their middle is tugging upward bending the fat mammaries. 
Cuco concentrates his blows on the heels and footsoles of Clarissa and
Susan.
   His blows actually tear off pieces of flesh again and again until
finally the stool tips too far and falls to the ground.  Now, both women
bound to each other hang by their necks choking and sputtering and as their
weight pulls down Ellen's tits are savagely hauled upward though still
nipple-hooked to the post in front of her.  The choking women gasp and
their faces flush dark red, their eyes wide, tongues lolling out as Cuco
laughs and slashes their bellies and tits cutting them to pieces.  Ellen's
tits are about to be ripped in half as the two women weigh down their toes
just barely touching the dirt floor.  Chino flails and flails at the
maginificent mammaries as the skin begins to stretch hideously, impossibly,
and tear.
   "Auuuuwwwghhhh!" shouts Ellen her head snapping back as her tits are
beautifully ripped apart.  Clarissa and Susan slide down, faces purple from
the strangulation, struggling for air as they stand unsteadily, Cuco still
whipping them, circling around them, whipping the blood out of them.
   Cindy and Sandra are nearly dead.  Their three killers now get metal
spikes, four two-foot long metal spears from a wooden crate.  Paz takes
Sandra first, takes her by the ankle draws her bleeding leg back bending it
at the knee all the way back until her heel digs into her whipped asscheek.
Willy positions the spike where the ankle opens into the top of her foot.
He holds it there and Rick takes a sledge hammer.  Paz holds the leg in
place.  Willy holds the spike in place.  Rick pounds metal through flesh
nailing the screaming whore's foot to her ass.  They repeat the process on
Cindy who has already gone into shock and does not even make a sound.  Each
whore now has one leg bent and spiked.
   Meanwhile, Clarissa, Susan and Ellen kneel before Chino and Cuco
servicing them with gasping blood-spilling lips as the men watch, their
eyes half-closed, slitted, greedy.
   Emilio rises up off the chair with Kathy on the end of his prick, the
child clinging to him as he lifts her easily, her legs straddling his hips,
her hands clinging to his shoulders.  She is hilted on him and he can feel
her cervix on the tip of his massive cock.  Blood streams down her face
from the barbed wire crown and he kisses her and licks it up off her and
squeezes the little bitch in his arms enjoying her.
   "I told you we were gonna have a good time, didn't I?  Huh?  Uhhh! 
Yeahh!  You little fuck!  Uhh!  A real good time...Fuck me!  Uhh!  Up and
down...up and down..." He pistons the child on his prick pushing deeper
into her.  Her screams are delightful.  "Uhhhhpp and doohhwwwnn...goddamn
little CUNT!" A solid thrust and he stabs up into her cervix, she gives out
a high pitched shriek and blood bubbles out of her and down his balls and
legs.
   Paz looks up at Cindy.  Smiles.  Puts the long spike at the base of her
thorax aimed upward into her ribcage.
   Rick swings his sledge-hammer.
   With a loud clang the metal spear penetrates the dying whore's stomach
and pushes upward through her diaphragm and into her lungs.  A terrible
shudder runs through her and a gush of darker blood, gristle and pieces of
bone and gut roll out the edges of the wound.  Blood and piss jet from her
battered vagina.  The three killers approach Sandra.  The bridesmaid sees
them coming, kicks her free leg weakly, writhes helpless. 
"N-nhh...nhhh..." she mutters.  "Plssss...nnnn..oh..u...nnaa-ohhh..."
"Wait," Rick grunts.  "Let me give her a couple of shots."
   Paz nods smiling, the metal spike in his hand.  "Go for it," Willy
responds.  "Hold 'er for me," Rick tells him.  Willy takes the whore by her
free leg and steadies her.  Rick lifts the heavy sledge hammer up over his
shoulder like a major league batter up on the final inning.  "Give it to
'er!" Paz shouts.
   The men all watch as Rick swings the sledge hammer with all his
strength.
   The fat metal head smashes into Sandra's pussy mound smashing the pelvic
bone and crushing her ovaries and lower intestines.  Blood and entrails
explode from the screaming hook-hung bitch.  Paz now stands behind her with
the tip of the spike at the base of her spine.  "Slam 'er again, man," he
tells Rick.  "Make it a good one!" Emilio watches too his teeth sunk in
Kathy's little neck like a thirsty vampire.  He tastes the little bitch and
sees Rick raise the hammer again,
   Willy holding Sandra steady and jerking off, looking up at her.  The
hammer swings.  Thuudddddd!  Hard, killing, blow right into her belly
driving the spike into her spine from the back right through her fucking
guts which spill out of her as she pukes blood and vomit and gasp-gags,
head swiveling back then coming forward, eyes wide open as the men smile
looking up at the whore they are murdering, a once lovely bridesmaid now
turned into a bloody shitty mess.  Willy takes the leg he's holding and
bends it from the knee out sideways until it snaps.
   Rick drops the sledge-hammer to jerk off.  Paz pulls on Cindy's free
leg, pulls, yanks down hard until the hip-bone dislocates.
   Leaving Sandra and Cindy to die broken and bleeding the three killers
move quickly across the warehouse, circle the bride and groom.  Scott and
Mary Lou are cut loose.  Jim's carcass is left on the table.
   Bride and groom are dragged up on a sheet-metal platform which rises
some three feet off the ground.  The platform is wired to an electrical
power unit with a lever.  The bride is laid on her back and attached to
bolts on the metallic surface by wrist and ankle manacles.  "Happy wedding
night, cunt!" Rick snarls.
   Laughter.
   Groom and bride are attached to each other by metal hooks driven through
their ears and lips.  Scott is forced to straddle his mind-blown wife, his
wrists also manacled to the steel surface on either side of her head.  The
men take up whips.  Cuco and Chino leave their kneeling whores after roping
them to each other and join in.  Five slashing killing whips.  Long
flailing thudding leather, slicing, decimating the young strong bodies,
male on female.  "Fuck 'er!" They shout, laughing.  "Come on!  FUCK HER!"
Whip-tongues slice Scott's strong shoulderblades to blood, stripe his firm
ass, his thighs, sneak between his buttcheeks and flay his balls.  He
shouts wildly.  Mary Lou looks up unseeing.  'Oh God!' He thinks.  They are
going to kill us.  Mary, oh Mary, I love you.' He is on the edge of sanity
now.  The whips on his back are like flames, licking fire teasing him. 
Fuck your bride.  FUCK her.  Is he a man or an animal?  A bull?  A horse?
The flames engulf him.  His cock is tumescent then hard, then huge.  Yeahh.
The men urge him on.  Fuck her.  Fuck her .  FUCK HER.  He is the
sacrifice. The Sacrifice.  The bull in the arena.  The flying whizzing
sharp-slicing floggers.  And he enters her.  Her eyes glimmer.  She looks
into his eyes.  Sorry.  He is saying.  Sorry, my love, sorry, sorry, sorry,
sorry....I betrayed you...I betrayed us all...Here is my love...uhhh...up
into you...all my love...ahhhh...all of me....
   Her eyes are blank and staring.
   Emilio watches Scott fuck his bride on the steel platform under the
whistling whips.
   He lets the flower girl slide off him and crumple half-dead to the floor
blood running out of her pussy.  He approaches the power unit.  His hand
takes the lever.  He smiles....and pushes the lever forward. 
"Y-yaaaahhhhhhaaarggghhh!" Scott grunt-screams spasming, his head coming up
yanking on the metal hooks the killers have put on them, almost ripping out
his bride's lips and ear-lobes as the electricity jolts and slams into both
of them.  The men scream jubilantly as sparks burst and crackle on the
naked victims.  Mary Lou shakes and shimmies.  Incredibly, Scott goes on
fucking her and the men go on whipping them.  Emilio cuts back the power
and sees bride and groom sag released from the torment.  Then cruelly he
gives it to them again.  "Suffer!" he shouts.  "Goddamn scumbags!  SUFFER!"
This time he holds the lever forward for a long time before he cuts back.
   Scott's body continues to spasm after the power shuts out.  Mary Lou's
pretty hair is electrically charged in stiff strands and smouldering.  She
is babbling incoherently.
   The bound bridesmaids are sobbing and pleading.  Emilio is in seventh
heaven.  The men continue to flog away.  Flog and flog and flog away.
   Kathy crawls to Emilio crying for her mommy.  Crawls right to him and
crouches at his feet.  He looks down on the wire-crowned girl who pleads
and babbles with him puts his foot on her chest and pushes her down on her
back at his feet.  He climbs up on her chest to stand on top of her feeling
her tender ribcage under his calloused footsoles and he reaches for the
lever again.  The electrical jolts explode all through bride and groom. 
"GGHHUGHHH!"
   Scott croaks and jams his cock to the hilt in his young wife as sparks
run up and down his arms, fizzle on his hooked lips and ears and hair.  His
eyes roll back in their sockets and he feels a burst of shit explode from
his asshole.
   His body seized by the unleashed power reacts on its own.  Foam spills
from his lips, from Mary Lou's lips too as his hips dance crazily.  A
fierce orgasm consumes them with raging force.  Mary Lou's pussy clenches
tightly on his prick.
   "Yughh!Yughh!  Yughhh!" she grunts and then:
   "YAHHHHHH-AH-IIIIIEEEE!" The men flog them for all they're worth now. 
Cuco is the first to cum as he slashes down on the tortured couple.  Then
Paz.  Then Willy.  Chino and Rick return to the bridesmaids leaving bride
and groom lost in the frenzied dance on the platform.  The two men empty
their balls on the faces and mouths of the bridesmaids.  Scott's head
twists one way and then the other.  Mary Lou's ear-lobe is ripped clean
off. Scott's lip is torn.  Emilio's weight is crushing the breath from
freckled face Kathy whose eyes are glazed and whose hands cling to the
man's strong ankles weakly.  His balls suddenly clench and a gob of hot
spunk spatters the little girl's lovely face just below her eye.  Two more
thick wads spatter her lips and nose, another blinds her.  "AhhhhSi! 
AHHHH!" he shouts taking his cock to pump more cum down on the little
bitch.
   Finally, he pulls back on the lever releasing bride and groom from their
torment and steps off the flower-girl's body.  He sinks to his knees and
wipes his still drooling prick on the child's red hair.
   On the platform Scott slumps down on top of Mary Lou unconscious.
   Mary Lou's eyes are still wide open.
   But she does not see the dark warehouse ceiling way up above her.
   Instead she sees blue sky, dotted with white clouds.  A distant but
shining summer sun.  She is a child again and the world is large and full
of promise.  She smiles radiantly, beautifully, then suddenly gags, coughs
up a gulp of bile and passes out.
   Moments later she is revived with ammonia.
   Scott has been pulled off her, the hooks pulled out of both of them.
   Emilio releases her from the sheet-metal platform.
   Cuco and Willy half-drag her to the warehouse wall.
   There are steel manacles on the wall slightly above her and they push
her face forward into the cold stone and secure her wrists there.  They
pull her legs far apart and bind her ankles with rope to steel rings bolted
in the wall.
   Her face and tits are pressed to the concrete and she cannot look
around. "We're gonna tear your skin off you," Emilio tells her.  His voice
is eerie, calm, his eyes no longer human.
   She says nothing, blue sky and white clouds shimmer still for her.  Some
long forgotten day.
   Her hair hangs down in dry burned knots.  The men stand behind her in a
semi-circle.
   Long thin whips in their hands.  Six-foot-long killing whips with tiny
sharp killing razor-blades studded in them.  One of the men, she cannot
know which one lifts her hair off her back and shoulders and ties it up
with a piece of rope in a messy, makeshift bun exposing her for this final
torture.
   She hears him step away.
   There is a long pause, a long silent pause when she hears nothing and
her mind drifts.  There is a park and trees and children playing in a
field. Then there is a rustle of violent movement behind her.  Screaming
whistling sounds as the whips fly through the air and finally a smacking,
slashing, rending sound as the blades tear into her young flesh.  She is
brought back by the intense mind-searing pain, back to the warehouse and
the six angry butchers behind her who shout names and obscenities at her as
they tear her back and ass and legs to shreds, her body bucking mindlessly
against the hard, cold unyielding stone.  "Cunt!" "Whore!" "Puta!"
"Puerca!" "Slut!" "Scumbag!" "Kill the fuckin' bitch!"
   She feels the skin being literally ripped off her and sees her blood
speckle the wall and then mercifully her mind trips again and she is lost
in a blue blue sky.  Distantly she hears the tearing slashing sound of the
whips and a wailing sobbing voice she vaguely recognizes as her own but
soon the blue-heaven, summersky vision in her mind takes over releasing her
from the pain like a prayer.
   6.
   Morning.
   Sandra and Cindy were cut down to join Jim in a heap of slaughtered
human flesh on the floor.
   Scott watched the men drag the carcasses of the two women and the boy
over the dirt floor thoughtlessly by one arm, as if they were nothing more
than baggage, to dump them on each other.
   All the men then circled them and pissed on them their urine drizzling
down on the lifeless mangled forms.
   Afterwards, Chino brought the five gallon tank of gasoline and poured it
over them.
   Cuco tossed in a match and the corpses went up in orange flames.
   The men laughed and passed around more of the blue pills.  They snorted
cocaine from a dirty cardboard plate and jerked off watching the hideous
bonfire.  The smell was atrocious.  Three bridesmaids remained.  One
listless, the other two sobbing softly.  The bride (barely) and the groom.
   The flower girl (in a vacant, catatonic daze).
   After the vicious blood-whipping the men had slept for less than two
hours leaving all the captives tied up.  Once awake the idea for the
burning of the dead victims got them going again.
   The charred bodies were forced into odd almost pugilistic poses by
contractions of muscle and skin.  And soon afterward when they burst in dry
gusts of ash, cinder and smoke, the flames starting to wane, the men got
the rest of their victims up on their feet and began to assemble them for
the final stage of the slaughter.
   The procession.  The sun had barely risen in the sky as the victims
were marched out of the warehouse and up the forest path.
   The three bridesmaids were made to carry the large wooden crosses the
men had constructed days before, vanquished females now bent under the
heavy dragging weight.  Behind them marched Scott, ankles shackled in leg
irons, a wire wrapped around his neck leading back, ending in a hook in his
bride's tongue.
   The flowergirl had been chained by the neck and the chain mercilessly
bolted to the bride's blonde pussy, right through both pussy-lips.  The
victims walked on torn feet their bruised torn bodies a spectacle of
destruction.  Birdsong filled the air.  The forest rustled with a fresh
summer breeze.  The men urged the wedding party on with floggers
occasionally ganging up on a bridesmaid who stumbled and fell under the
impossible burden of the large wooden cross, castigating the naked bitch
terribly until she would get back up and continue to walk.
   Emilio breathed in the fresh mountain air.  Filled his lungs with it. 
Felt his cock surge at the sight of the defeated wedding party. 
Anticipation coursed through him.  Soon complete vengeance would be his. 
His victims were in very bad shape and he knew they would not last much
longer.  Especially the bride.  Her back from her neck to her heels was
literally ripped raw.  The entire top layer of skin had been fleeced off
her leaving only exposed red meat and muscle.  He was surprised the bitch
could walk at all.  In fact he was surprised she had survived the
bloodwhipping.
   And the bridesmaids.  Shit.  They were beaten and torn apart.  The slut
Ellen's lovely tits had been ripped off her and only two bloody stumps
remained.  Clarissa and Susan were striped with dark cut-welts all over. 
The groom was covered with slashes and open bleeding sores and bruises. 
The little flower girl bled constantly from her pussy and had grown quite
pale.  Also her shoulder didn't look quite right.  It had probably been
dislocated when he'd stood on her.
   All in all a delicious sight, Emilio thought and stroked his cock slowly
as he walked alongside his victims looking into their downcast faces,
enjoying his mastery over them.  He was like some primitive barbarian
bringing his prisioners to their final destination after some long and
vicious battle.  The path began to climb at a gentle slope as it went into
the forest but even that small level of inclination made the wedding
party's progress a hell.  The ground too became softer and sandy and the
wooden crosses sank into it making it harder and harder for the bridesmaids
to carry them.  Cruelly the killers attacked the three women with their
floggers whipping more blood out of them.  At one point Scott too stumbled
and fell dragging Mary Lou down to her knees and the flower-girl with her.
The whips crashed down on the groom; Mary Lou's wrists were handcuffed
behind her and the men flogged her pretty tits vehemently since her back
was beyond flogging.  They did not spare the flower girl, either, laughing
and shouting as they slashed the helpless innocent across her shoulders and
face.  Somehow they got all of the party back up on their feet and moving.
It took the horrible procession nearly an hour and a half to reach the
clearing and the waterfall.  On the previous day the men had chosen this
particular spot as the final killing ground.
   A ditch had been dug and half-filled with charcoal.  The coals had been
lit and the long fat steel shaft had been lowered into the blazing pit. 
Deep holes had been dug for the crosses to be rooted in and near those
holes the women were instructed to lay their wooden loads.  They did so and
collapsed on the grass gasping for air, their savaged bodies covered with
sweat, tiny gnats circling them and stinging the sweet flesh.  Chino
carried a knapsack.  He know dropped it on the ground and opened it.  There
were more steel spikes and the sledgehammer, still bloody from the killing
of Sandra.
   The three bridesmaids were instructed to lay on the crosses, their arms
outstretched on the wooden beams.  They did not protest and obeyed crying
softly as the men roped them to the wood.
   Scott was led to the edge of the burning trench moving awkwardly in his
shackles and pulling Mary Lou and Kathy after him.  The bride was released,
the hook pulled from her mouth squirting blood down her drool- covered chin
and neck.  The flower girl was unchained from Mary Lou's pussy, taken to a
birch tree and bound to it by her waist and legs, her hands roped around
her thighs at her hips.  The killers put on heavy construction gloves. 
Emilio and Cuco took Mary Lou, bound her wrists above her head and raised
her up on a rope from a tree-branch over-head.  They raised her high and
opened her legs wide to bind them by the ankles to trees on either side of
her.
   Chino, Paz, Willy and Rick reached down into the pit and lifted the hot
metal shaft between them.  Scott could see that one end was contoured,
blunted, like the head of a bullet.  The wire around Scott's neck was
suddenly seized by Emilio and yanked back.
   The shackled groom was choke-tied to an overhead branch up on his toes,
hardly able to breathe but able to witness the final drama unfolding before
him.
   The men raise the metal shaft up under Mary Lou.  They place the blunt
head up under her pussy.  Slowly they raise it upward into her pushing it
into her vaginal slit between them.  As the glowing hot metal touches the
soft tender cuntflesh wounded from the chain that had pulled the child
behind her up the path, the savaged bride arches and shrieks wildly. 
Inspired by her anguish the men lift the spear up into her to fuck her with
it.  Its a long horrible burning fuck of upward rising steel.  The shaft is
heavy and the men are soon sweating and huffing with exertion as they slide
it up into the shrieking woman.
   The blunt head enters her and her pussylips widen, extend, and she is
filled and filled gradually until the three-inch diameter of the hot shaft
completely clogs her vaginal passage.  Emilio and Cuco look up at her
jerking off drinking in her terror and mindless anguish.  Emilio knows she
is being completely destroyed now and the knowledge makes him salivate and
smile sickly.  The shaft is eight feet long and the men have put almost a
foot of it in the hanging slut.  The back end of the shaft rubs up against
the ground.They continue to push up into their suspended bitchwhore.  As
the top of the shaft edges up into her cervix their progress is stopped. 
They begin to grunt savagely, naked male bodies straining with effort, arm
muscles bulging, gloved hands gripping hot steel, feet searching for
purchase.  An odd image from some old World War II movie comes into
Emilio's head.  He's reminded of the monument of the Marines lifting the
flag up on Okinawa.  He laughs then shouts to them urging them on.  Then
there is a tearing sound inside Mary Lou's belly and the shaft moves up
into her.  Her legs try to close but are held wide by the ankle-ropes which
tear into the skin almost to the bone as she struggles and screams
obscenely her mind totally awash in horror and deathpain, dark viscuous
blood now pouring out of her and down the shaft, trickling over the men's
gloves.  After another foot of progress the shaft comes up against the pit
of her stomach.  Shouting dementedly, their faces ugly and violent the men
put all their force into their effort.
   "Uwhggg!" Mary Lou groans and again:
   "UUUWHGG!" as the shaft is allowed to slide down slightly for leverage.
   "On three!" Rick shouts.  "One -"
   "Nn-ahhhhh-" the victim moans.  "Two -"
   "Nnn-oooohhhh!" "THREE!"
   Upward the men slam the still burning metal shaft, upward ripping
through Mary Lou's guts piercing her stomach with the blunted head and
surging up into her esophagus ripping it wide upward and upward, burning
and piercing the shrieking babbling bitch.  Scott cries out tries to make a
move toward the assailants but is held by his wired neck, hands manacled to
chains connected to his shackled ankles.
   He chokes and gasps helplessly on his toes in the wet grass rattling his
chains and Emilio watches him now jerking off with hard even strokes.  The
image of Scott tied this way reminds Emilio of some wild ape in captivity.
A wild beast who knows he is about to be destroyed by the hunters.  Blood
and bits of entrails now leak down the shaft which is almost half buried in
Mary Lou.  The last three feet are no effort for the men and in fact Cuco
and Paz step back to let Willy and Rick finish the job.  They take off
their gloves and jerk off looking up at their victim.
   Mary Lou's larynx has been scraped raw from her screaming and she makes
odd little gasping sounds, her mouth wide as the top of the shaft makes a
bulge between her tits and rises up to her throat her lovely blue eyes now
looking up into the canopy of trees, the bulge traveling up her neck. 
"Yeah...yeah...yeah..." Emilio chants softly.
   The bride's throat bulges, her face darkens, her lips going purple as
her trachea is speared then mangled then fried by the hot steel.  Smoke,
blood, vomit pours from her mouth and then the tip of the shaft is visible
between her teeth.  She no longer makes any sound but her chest heaves as
she struggles to breathe.  Her lungs feel as if they are enveloped in
searing flames.  There's almost three-and-a-half feet of shaft still left
at the entrance of her womb and now Rick and Willy prop the base of the
shaft into the ground and step back peeling off their gloves.
   Emilio reaches up and cuts the ropes that hold Mary Lou's ankles with
his knife.
   The slut's legs fall lifelessly against the sides of the shaft and the
soft inner thighs are burned raw by the hot hissing steel.  On the strands
of rope that dangle from her ankles Emilio now knots two metal rings about
an inch in diameter.
   Cuco and Paz bring two heavy stones into which metal hooks have been
drilled.  Each stone weighs nearly forty pounds and the men hold them with
some effort as Emilio attaches the hooks in the stones to the metal rings
roped to Mary Lou's dangling legs.  As the men release the stones Mary
Lou's legs are pulled straight down and her body is stretched to the limit,
wrist ropes snarling tightly through skin and muscle.
   "Let me do her, Emilio," Paz asks his gold tooth catching the soft
morning light coming through the trees.
   Emilio nods.  "Sure...just do 'er slow, man.  Nice - and - slow..."
   Paz goes to the end of the rope tied around the tree-trunk that leads up
to the strong branch and the pulley that leads down to Mary Lou's wrists.
He unties the rope and takes the weight of the dangling woman in his strong
hands.  Slowly he gives the rope slack and the heavy stones begin to pull
the impaled wench on the propped up shaft.
   The rest of the men including Emilio now go to the bridesmaids who have
been tied by their necks and arms to the crosses.  Paz and Rick take the
spikes, Willy takes the sledge hammer.  The men move from one woman to the
other to pull their legs apart and fuck them savagely, taking turns,
ramming their pricks into them and making them scream, slapping their
faces, laughing and jeering, making them suck their rampant cocks...  And
finally, with each young female, holding her down, one of them still
fucking the chosen victim, one of them looking down into the screaming
face, the other two pound the long stakes into the hapless whore's wrist
bones to secure their arms to the wood.  Their whipped legs are pulled
together, one shapely foot over the other and a spike rammed through both
ankles into the wood.  The laments and screams of the broken victims fill
the forest.  Before raising them up the men fill a canteen with cool water
from the gurgling waterfall and drink it in plain sight of their suffering
victims.
   "Want some?" Emilio asks brandishing the canteen around over the
crucified women, going to Scott and pushing it into his face.
   "Huh?" he says smiling wickedly.  "Want some, pig?  Want a drink?" He
doesn't bother to hold it up to Mary Lou whose eyes look upward glazed but
instead tips it over Paz's face as the brutish Colombian hoists the rope.
   Paz tilts his head back and Emilio pours the fresh cool water into the
smiling killer's mouth.
    Morning of death.
   Morning of long slow cruel sweet death as the men lift the crosses up
and slide them into the pre-dug holes in the grassy ground.  Cuco, Willy
and Rick have emptied their balls in the women and they sit in the cool
shade to watch as Emilio takes a machete from the knapsack.  The machete is
a three foot blade of sharp cold steel.  "Go get 'em, man," Rick urges
Emilio leaning back against a tree a lighting up a joint.
   Emilio waves the machete in the air as he stands in the epicenter of the
three crosses Clarissa and Susan look down on their killer.  Titless, Ellen
tips her head back, eyes shut tightly.  The beaten crucified bitches gasp
for breath, their bodies stretched in the exquisite architecture of final
punishment.
   Paz continues to slowly let Mary Lou down.  The metal shaft now rises
about two inches out her mouth, her head twisted back.  He watches her
closely enjoying the slow cruel kill, his victim breathing in slow dying
gasps now, blood streaming from her lips.
   Emilio begins to whip the crucified bridesmaids with the machete.  Steel
whangs against unprotected flesh and bone and muscle.  He has done this
before, killing and mutilating with a machete.  He and Paz, in Salvador, as
mercenaries for the right wing death squads.  His mind is filled now with
the images of helpless villagers bound before him as he raised his vengeful
sword.  Especially the young girls.  Their lovely screams were the most
beautiful.  A few times he had even killed pregnant bitches, slicing them
open to dump their fetuses at his feet.  He has fucked women with it
sheathing the killing blade in them then slicing them open like sweet
melons.  Now he is in his element swinging sharp metal across defenseless
womanskin.
   Slice.  Hard well-aimed strokes.  Slice.  Slice.  Gleam of metal in the
sunlit clearing.  Gleam of blood.  Piercing cries.  Begging bitches.  They
beg up there on the cross.  To live.  To live.  But he just cuts away and
cuts and cuts and slices.  Slice.  Slice.  Slice.
   He slices Clarissa's toes completely off, both feet, with one perfect
downswing.
   He hacks into Susan's plump thighs to the bone, several times leaving
wedgeshaped injuries that spurt blood in his face as he laughs wiping his
eyes and swinging again.
   His companions urge him on and occasionally he looks at Scott to see the
broken groom sobbing and pleading, choking on the wire like a foolish
puppet.  He stabs the machete up into Susan's fat tits, right through one
jug then the other.
   He hacks at Clarissa's halving the small boobs then completely slashing
them off her.
   He returns to Susan's and slashes the nipples off them then slices her
thighs open.  Ellen he whips with the machete, hard, the blade taking deep
bites out of the poor titless bitch's hips, hacking and breaking her
ribcage, piercing into her abdomen again and again until she vomits blood
and undefinable pieces of detritus.  He whips all three women vehemently
with the machete.  Whips and cuts them to pieces.
   Then, going to Ellen first he places the blade-edge at the base of her
belly in her crotch and plunges deep into her with a shout.  Slicing upward
as she screams her head off he opens her gutbag and continues to cut all
the way to her neck.  Intestines and guts pour out of her in a stinking,
steaming pink mass.  Clarissa he eviscerates the long way slicing from one
hip to the other along her belly line so that her abdomen splits and spills
coming apart in flaps.  The bitch sobs and looks down disbelievingly
watching her entrails pour out of her own living body.  Susan knows what is
coming and she is jerking and spasming up there on the cross making Emilio
smile and wait, making her wait for it, her eyes so full of horror and
pleading.  He stands before her.  She looks from Ellen to Clarissa at her
cut-open friends knowing there is no way out.  Her slashed, toe-less legs
ripple trying to kick free of the spike.  Emilio just smiles and puts the
blade at the base of her throat.  She shakes her head.  "Oh nooooo! 
NOOOOOO!  NOOOOOO!" Emilio jerks off slowly just watching her. 
"Pleeeeeeeeeeeeease!" Then Emilio's smile disappears.  "Fuck you, bitch!"
he grunts and pushes the machete into the whore's chest.  He slices down
all the way to her pussy as she roars and chokes and spews blood from her
wide red-lipped mouth.  Gobs of guts spill from the cut-open slut.  Tossing
the machete on the ground Emilio reaches up into her womb and pulls out her
uterus in a bloody clump tearing the fallopian tubes out and spilling the
mess at his feet.  He reaches way up under her ribs and seizes her
still-beating heart.  Her head suddenly sags forward, chin against her
chest and he yanks on the warm muscle pump tearing it out of her with a
wild shout and tossing it aside.  Then turning, his eyes wild and enraged
he sees Mary Lou finally completely impaled, both stones on the ground, the
shaft a foot out of her bloody mouth, Paz shooting his cum on her belly and
legs.  Scott looking at the ground, spittle gobbing from his lips.  And
then Kathy...sobbing, the barbed wire crown still on her, pitiful
girl-child bound to the tree.
   From the knapsack Emilio takes a long metal pin and he goes to Kathy. 
He stands in front of the helpless flowergirl and spreads her raw lip-less
pussy open in his hand.  His cock is huge and hard.  The men pass the joint
around and watch him.  He puts his prick to her piss-hole.  "Fucking little
shit," he growls and jams his cock into Kathy's urethra breaking it open
and shoving up the torn bleeding aperture.  As the child shrieks he raises
the long pin to her face.  "Uhhh!" he grunts fucking and fucking her.  "
Goddamn bitch...I'm gonna let you live - uhh...Yeahh....You're gonna
live...uhh...but you won't be able to tell them...uhh...anything..."
   He puts the pin to one eye as she looks up at him her brows arched. 
"...not...anything..." With smiling cruelty as he fucks the little girl he
takes her eyes out holding her by her lovely red hair to push the long pin
into the pretty green eyeballs.  Blood bursts inside the irises filling the
pierced spheres spilling down her freckled face.  Then he jams the pin into
her ears ripping out her eardrums and gouging out the inner ear as she
slams her up against the tree.  Yanking out her tongue he pierces it
through several times then tears it out of her keening mouth.  He shoots
off inside her, her face bleeding on his chest as he crushes her body
against the tree his hips thrusting powerfully into her his prick gouging
and piercing her bladder.  When he steps back she sags on the ropes mewling
like a dying kitten.
   Then, he picks up the machete, holds her arms against the tree and hacks
off her finger tips.  "That's just in case some bleeding heart wants to
teach you braille, you fucking tramp....you're gonna be a useless deaf-mute
for the rest of your goddamned worthless life..." Finally, machete in hand,
he goes to Scott.  Its almost an afterthought but still darkly pleasurable
as he slams the blade into the groom's muscular abdomen and guts him. 
Scott looks up with questioning eyes as his knees give and the wire chokes
the breath from his throat.  Smiling and stepping back Emilio raises the
blade and with one quick sweep slices Scott's cock clean off.  The men all
shout now as the groom kicks, spasms, his neck snapping, the branch he is
tied to bending down as he sinks, his face almost black with blood.  Emilio
wipes the blade off on Emilio's cheeks then going around the hanging
gagging groom he puts the machete tip to the young man's asshole.  "Give it
to him!" the men shout.  "Yeah, man...metesela!  Metele el machete hasta lo
ultimo!" "To the hilt, bro!" "You heard it, motherfucker..." he tells
Scott. "Its unanimous." With a fierce forward thrust he drives the bloody
machete blade up the gutted groom's rectum, splitting it open, going all
the way through the grunting dying victim, the blade coming out of him in
front, just below his chest covered with shit and blood.  Shuddering and
gurgling Scott Williams dies, slumped, dangling from the choke-wire around
his neck.
   Afterwards the men bathe in the cold stream under the waterfall.  They
cut the little girl from the tree and carry her back to the warehouse.  By
one o'clock they have dressed and left in the car parked off the side of
the forest road.  The call to the police is placed from the phone booth on
the highway.  Emilio makes the call while the others listen.  "Hey..."he
tells the 911 operator.  "I want to report some murders...Yeah, murders. 
With an 's'." The men snicker.  "Over by the abandoned warehouse off
Schneider Road...Schneider Road...that's right...and hey...Bring an
ambulance...yeah...there's a little child who won't be eating no lollipops
no time soon...." Paz laughs.  The other men signal him to keep it down. 
"Who's this?" Emilio says and holds his mouth over the receiver.  "She
wants to know who this is." They all snicker and giggle.  "This is the
fucking man on the moon, lady....the fucking man on the moon...What?  You
want to know what happened?  That what you want to know?" He looks around
at the men's cruel smiling faces.  "Fucking wedding reception, lady...Yeah.
A wedding reception...things just got a bit out of hand.  You know how it
is.  People having too much of a good time.  Yeah.  No.  No.  Its no joke.
Check it out.  Huh?  No, I'm not joking.  You think I'm joking just check
with the Sawmill police about what happened yesterday at the wedding
hall...oh...you know about that? ...It was in the papers?  No
shit...Huh?...What?  You still want to know who this is?"
   Emilio's eyes lit up and the men could see his mind going.  "Well...I'm
the guy who design the wedding gown for the bride...Oh yeah...that's
me...You want to know what she wore...I tell you.  Its my best fucking
design lady.  Been workin' on it a long time...  a long fuckin' time.  For
years maybe." He licked his lips and his voice dropped down into meanness.
"...the bride wore blood...yeah.  Blood.  The bridesmaids too...  And they
all looked good in it..." As he placed the phone back on the cradle he
could still hear the dispatcher's voice calling out to him.  Then the men
turned got into the car and drove off into the sparse midafternoon traffic.
   Long after the killers have gone but before the police arrive to find
the horribly mutilated girlchild who will never be a witness barely alive
on the floor in the warehouse,while the warm afternoon sun lights up the
killing ground near the bubbling waterfall in an ethereal glow, there is a
soft sighing sound.
   Mary Lou, still living, opens her lovely sad blue eyes.
   She can see only the gore-smeared top of the shaft which emerges from
her widestretched mouth.  It points upward as if commanding her to look to
the distant dream-like sky above the forest.  She is surrounded by the
stench of her dead husband and slaughtered crucified friends and her
breath, already weak, is stifled by it, her heart beat now just a faint
flutter like a dying bird's last pitiful urge to fly.  The grass is cool
under her terribly gouged feet which are squeezed between the two big
stones that dragged her down and the metal shaft which filled her, stones
and shaft like some monstrous male genitalia, and her tied arms have
collapsed in front of her, still trailing the rope by which her killer
slowly allowed her descent, his sperm dribbling down her thigh, down her
knee and shin.
   She appears to be praying, lovely head tilted way back, disheveled hair
hanging in knotty strands, wrists roped and fingers clasped and enmeshed.
Her raw agony consumes her like a holy blaze - grossly impaled bitch
sacrificed on the pyre of destruction, flogged and flayed for our sins -
saintly bride now almost imperciptibly shivering, a soft guttural moan
urged from her, a single gentle tear spilling from one wide-open eye as the
long-lashed lids flutter.  And she dies so pretty, looking to heaven as a
last flush of blood and urine trickle down the killing shaft, washing her
killer's sperm off her leg, spewing into the moist green ground.
   WOODBURN