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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 Slaughter of Anna
   Her name is Anna.
   She's a teen-age girl.  I've watched her on her way to school.  Seen her
around town.
   Orchidea is a very small town and a girl like Anna doesn't go unnoticed.
   I came to live here after I got out of prison.  It was out of the way
and no one knew me.  I made my living as a carpenter.  I'm a damn good one,
actually, like my stepfather.  And you'd never know I was a Harvard grad.
You'd never know because I don't let on.  I don't like to talk about my
background.  I think of Tom Waverly almost a previous life experience.  Or
sometimes I think that the thing that lived inside of Tom Waverly, Dan the
Knife Man, is what I have become.  Dan the Knife Man took over Tom Waverly
and did away with him.
   Dan the Knife Man likes Anna very much.
   She is a lot like the five other girls I've killed, young, voluptuous,
full of life.
   They never got me for that.  Those five kills are not the reason I went
to jail. No, sir.  Dan the Knife Man's too smart for them.
   They got me for Chrissy Saunders.  She was the one that got away.
   Actually, I let her get away.  In the end I felt sorry for her and I
couldn't finish her.
   That's not gonna happen with Anna.
   Anna's a little slut.
   I've seen her teasing the boys and the men that hang out at the Exxon by
Route 5A.
   She's a lot like the first girl I killed.  I never knew her name.  That
one was kind of a spur of the moment thing.  I was in a bar and I saw her
come on to a couple of guys.  She went out with them and came back a
half-hour later.  I saw her checking the place for more customers and then
she saw me and came over.
   It was nice.
   We went into the alley behind the bar.  It was December so it was kind
of cold out.  She wanted to go to my car but I grabbed her by her neck and
took out my knife...or rather, Dan the Knife Man did.
   Yeahh.  Dan the Knife Man took over that situation real quick.
   He got the bitch to take off her clothes right there in the alley.  Her
skin got goose-bumps on it from the cold and she was shivering and begging.
   "You wanna suck cock, little girl?  Huh?  's that what you want?"
   "Oh God, please don't hurt me...pleeease...I'll do you, I'll do whatever
you want...only please please...don't..."
   She didn't finish cause I slapped her face and turned her head right
around and she tottered back against some garbage cans.  She lost one
high-heel pump and couldn't find her balance.
   I grabbed her by her hair, she had nice full blonde hair, lustrous,
long, and I pulled her down to her knees and I unzipped my pants.
   I hadn't figured on killing her at that point.
   I was just gonna scare her a little...but when I saw her looking up at
me so helpless...when I saw her take my cock and felt her warm pinkpainted
mouth all around my prick...  I think I knew then...but I started kind of
tentatively...I cut her shoulders and her arms first.  Just flesh cuts. 
Tiny cuts.  She tried to wriggle away but I held her to my cock.
   She just kept sucking me.
   "That's right, baby...mmmmm...good girl...If you get me off I'll let you
go...Ok?"
   She nodded eagerly and practically swallowed my cock into her throat.
   "If you get me off I'll let you go...."
   She was shivering and trembling from fear and cold and the little cuts I
put on her were starting to bleed real nice.
   And while she rocked back and forth, my cock filling her lips, I kept
cutting her.
   "Get your arms up, you stupid slut," I told her.  "Hold your hands
together."
   She obeyed without hesitation.
   Her hands were about level with my face.  She had pretty hands with
cheap rings on almost all the fingers, some that snaked around, some with
imitation stones, and the nails were fiery red.  I traced the blade of the
knife from the wrist to the elbow, still cutting only flesh-deep.
   Long blood trails trickled down her arms and shoulders.
   Then grabbing one arm by the wrist I stabbed the palm putting the blade
right through her hand.
   She screamed into my cock and I backed up and punched her in the face.
She fell back on the dirty asphalt lost her other shoe and lay there
stunned.  The blow had broken her nose and blood poured from her nostrils.
I yanked her back up on her knees and forced my cock into her gagging
mouth.
   "Get me off, bitch!"
   "Get me off or DIE!"
   My cock now was hard and fully erect.  She could barely get her lips
around it but she tried.  She really tried.  I fucked her bleeding face and
now started stabbing her tits.
   She cried and whinnied but kept sucking me.  Gotta give it to the girl.
   She had stamina.  She never gave up.  Even when I cut off her nipples.
   It was real nice...  she was bleeding all over me, almost fainting from
all the blood she was loosing and still sucking me off.
   Then I dragged her over to a pick-up truck that was parked there and got
her up on the fender.  She has almost passing out by then.  I raised up her
legs, pulled them back, and she fell back over the hood of the truck with a
slam as I shoved my cock into her.
   She lay exposed before me and I wasted no time.  Each time I slammed my
prick into her filthy cunt I stabbed into her belly, into her legs, into
her chest....blood bubbled up out of her and I felt it coming out of her
pussy too ...
   At that point I didn't even worry about anyone seeing me.  I wasn't
thinking or planning...I was too far gone.  I was lucky no one came into
that alley that night. Yeah, Dan the Knife Man was definitely taking his
pleasure and he didn't care about nothing else in the world...nothing but
that piece of bleeding twat-meat.
   I must have stabbed the little bitch a hundred times.
   By the time I came she was already dead and when I pulled out of her she
slid down the side of the truck like a sack of shit and spilled on the
ground.
   "Filthy slut..." I spat standing over her.  Then I pissed on her.  Right
on the little slut's pretty, pinklipped, wide-eyed dead face.
   That was the day Dan the Knife Man took over.
   Tom Waverly never returned.
   -----
   I won't bore you with the other kills...they were all different and all
nice.  Some of the gils came to me others I just took.  But Chrissy
Saunders was my downfall.
   She was such a good fuck I couldn't get around to killing her.  I kept
her in an abandoned cabin for almost two weeks.  I did everything in the
book to her. Whipped her, burned her, cut her, broke her legs.  Shit, I
even nailed her to the wall.  But I just couldn't kill her.
   One of those days, after I had fucked the goddamn shit out of her, she
was hanging from her wrists by a rope tied to the ceiling of the cabin, and
she starts telling me that if I kill her her old man won't have no one to
look out for him.  And she's begging me and telling me how the old
bastard's blind and shit.  It was getting to me so I just had to get the
fuck out of there and go for a walk.  I still had every intention of
killing the little bitch but I couldn't bring myself to do it right then.
   That was my mistake.
   Two guys that were in the woods hunting came across the cabin when I
wasn't there and they found her.
   I was smart.  I gave myself up to the cops.
   So I did five years for aggravated assault and of course it was the end
of my legal practice.  Oh didn't I tell you?  Yeah.  I was a goddamn
lawyer.
   The way I see it now I should have been more careful.
   That's how its gonna be from now on.  No more unplanned shit.  No more
feeling sorry for the sluts.
   With Anna I'm gonna be real careful.  I'm gonna enjoy her to the max and
when I'm done with her no one will ever find her.  There won't be a single
trace left. Not this time.  Not ever.
   -----
   I wait for Anna on the intersection of Mill and Rogers inside the van.
She always walks past this corner on her way home from school.
   Its a deserted corner, three abandoned lots and a warehouse.  The
warehouse was condemned years ago, boarded up and fenced in.  But I've been
inside.  I've been busy for the last three weeks just preparing for Anna. I
even put a generator inside.
   She comes walking up all sassy and nice in a short green skirt and peach
blouse and her books in her hand.  When I step out of the van I'm right in
front of her.  I can smell her flowery perfume, cheap but sweet.
   She is instantly afraid of me.  And rightfully so.
   That's fine because when I pull out the gun and put it to her head her
fear is my advantage.
   "Anna Wilkins.  You're coming with me." I tell her.
   Her books fall out of her hands.
   "Pick those up, girl!" I tell her.
   I don't want any loose ends.  Not this time.
   She's terrified, her pretty eyes wide with fear as I lead her through
the gap in the fence and into the dark warehouse.
   "What do you want?" she asks fearfully.  "Who are you?"
   "Shut up, bitch!"
   Once inside I swing her around to face me, still holding the gun on her,
I take the books from her, toss them aside and slam my fist into her belly.
Taken completely by surprise she bends forward and I slam my knee into her
face.  She's thrown back in the shadows against the dirty brick wall where
I come up to her and grab her by the long black hair.  I hold her easily
against the wall.  She's only 5'4.  I'm 6'2 and easily five times stronger.
   She looks up at me sobbing.
   "Let me go...Oh please.  Let me GO!"
   I bring the gun up to her lips.  Its a .45 automatic.
   "Shut the fuck UP!  Or I'll kill you RIGHT HERE!"
   She's trembling now...She's mine now.
   I turn her around and rope her wrists behind her back, cruelly
tightening the knot until the cord gouges into her skin.  Then I put a rope
noose over her head and around her neck pulling it tight choking her as I
pull her along now behind me, pull her along by the neck rope into the dim
shadows of the warehouse.
   In the interior of the warehouse I have built a soundproof room, fifteen
by thirty feet and some twelve feet high.
   It is a torture room.
   It is a slaughter room.
   It is the room where Anna Wilkins will die.
   I switch on the overhead bulbs.  In the center of the room there is a
whipping post.  Next to it on the right, is a wooden workhorse with leather
cuffs attached to it. On the left, chain lines hang from pulleys in the
ceiling.  There is a low wooden table also with manacles bolted on its
surface.  And on the wall opposite the entrance there is a wooden cross.
   The girl's knees almost buckle when she enters the room.
   All around the walls there are wooden runners with hooks from which
whips and canes and chains and straps hang.
   But what really blows her mind are the pictures.
   I have forgotten to tell you but I have pictures of most of the women I
killed.
   Now they are on the slaughter room walls.
   I push Anna in and close the door.  I turn her around to face me.
   "Meet Dan the Knife Man," I tell her.  "Dan is going to kill you,
slut..."
   She is crying now and as her face starts to sag downward I yank it back
up by the neck rope.
   "I'm going to kill you reeeal sloooww..."
   "First...I'm going to kill your spirit.  GET ON YOUR KNEES!"
   She obeys with a sob, her hands bound behind her making it difficult for
her to keep her balance as she slides down to kneel at my feet on the dirty
stone floor.
   "From now until the moment you die you are my WHORE!....SAY IT!"
   "Wh-what...?  I...don't"
   SSLAPPPP!
   "I AM YOUR WHORE, MASTER!...SAY IT!"
   "..nnhhh..no..I..."
   SSLAPPPP!  SLAPP!  SLAPP!
   "SAY IT CUNT!"
   I put the gun to her forehead.  She's looking up at me so pretty with
her arms pulled back like that, her tied hands clenching and unclenching.
   "...ahm-uh...I - I am y-your...your..."
   SLAPP!  SLAPP!
   "..y-your WHORE!  m-m-master..."
   SLAPP!  SLAPP!  SLAPP!
   "AGAIN!  SAY IT AGAIN!"
   "...I...am...your...whore, master...."
   "LOUDER!"
   "I am your whore, master!"
   SLAPPPPPP!
   "LOUDER GODDAMN YOU!"
   "OH GOD...I AM YOUR WHORE YOUR WHORE YOUR WHORE, MASTER!"
   "YEAHHH!  THAT'S RIGHT!  GET UP!" I yank her neck rope and drag the
choking piglet over to the whipping post.  I rip her blouse open and drag
her to me by its open flaps, buttons skittering across the floor.
   I kiss my bitch's slapped-red face, kiss her yummy mouth while she
cries.
   "Kiss me back, cunt!" I growl.
   She tries, poor Anna, but her heart's not in it.
   "What's your name, bitch?" I ask her suddenly.
   "Anna...  Anna Wi-"
   SLAPP!  SLAPP!  SLAPP!  SLAPP!  SLAPP!
   "NO!  NO!  NO!  NO!  NO!"
   "YOU HAVE NO NAME!  YOU ARE A CUNT!  A PIG!  SAY IT!  SAY IT!"
   I rip her bra off.
   I pull her skirt to the floor.  I come back up and right in her face.
   "YOU ARE A CUNT!  A PIG!  TELL ME WHO YOU ARE!"
   "I'm...a ....c-cunt...a...pig..."
   "Good..." I snarl stepping back to look at her.
   She's a good looking piece of ass.  Her skin is creamy and ivory white.
It will mark well.  It will bleed...I can see the tiny blue veins under the
skin, the fast pulsing of blood in her jugular above the knot of the rope.
   Her tits are full and juicy.
   All she's got left on now are her small white lace panties.
   I turn her and make her face the whipping post then pulling her by the
neck rope I walk her right up to the hard wood, her cheek pressed against
it.  I untie her roped wrists to raise them and secure them in the manacles
above her head forcing her arms way up.  I watch her smooth back expand and
contract as she is wracked with sobs.  I run my hand from the back of her
neck to the waistline of the panties.
   The skin's so fuckin' smooth...mmmmm.
   "You won't need these," I tell her hooking my fingers into her panties
and pulling them down her legs to her feet.
   I pull off her socks and loafers then I pull each leg forward by the
ankle to the manacle to secure her to the post so that she's up on her
painted toes.
   I take up the whip I have prepared.  It is a long bullwhip with a strand
of barbed wire on the end.
   I step back from my naked bitch.
   I roll the whip back behind me, take aim and bring it up through the air
to slash across Anna's pretty back.
   The crack of the whip fills the room.
   She screams shrilly.
   "Scream, girl.  No one's gonna hear you."
   I have made the room soundproof and I swing the lash now with all my
strength, back and forth, scoring tiny cuts and welts across the lovely
slut's shoulderblades and curving spine.
   I stand to her right and whip her then after five or six cuts I move to
her left.
   She raises her head to the ceiling and cries for help, cries for her
mother, cries in blind babbling pain as I tear into her.
   I circle around her and flog her from different vantage points.
   WWHHHACKKK!
   "AAA-AHHHH!"
   SSLLLLASHHHHH!
   "AA-OOOOO-UUUU!"
   TTHHHUDDDD!
   "AAAIEEEE!  NOOO!  PLEEEEASE!  PLEE-"
   WWW-WWHHHFFFF!
   "EEIIIIIII!!!!  no!  no!  no!  HELP!  HEEELPP!"
   Her screams excite me.  They send a dizzying sadistic thrill through me.
For a moment I stop.
   Slowly, I strip off my clothes and stand there naked, jerking off,
feeling the raw sense of power-lust flow all over me as I take in the
damage I've caused.
   Already blood is flowing down her back....
   Little flecks of blood spot the floor near her.
   Then, still jerking off I stand behind her and raise the whip again to
continue the flogging.
   After a few more full-powered strokes I step up to her from behind and
wrap the barbed wire whip around her face, around her mouth, snagging her
head backward while I rub my cock against the blood trails that roll down
her smooth fat ascheeks.
   I pull her head back on my shoulder and watch the barbed wire tear her
lips and face then leaving the whip in her mouth I go to the wall and take
a sword from a hook.  Its a long heavy sword that I bought in a pawnshop
and there is an etching of Satan on the handle.
   I take up a stance left of her some three feet away.
   She looks over her shoulder at me...sees the sword...
   "ohhh G-Godd noooooo..."
   I whip her beautiful ass with the sword slicing the blade across both
asscheeks.
   She jumps upward and the post shakes but the manacles hold her firmly a
I raise the sword high and slice it down again.
   Her shrieks are shrill as the terrible pain explodes in her.
   I can see the pain travel through her.
   I slice at her fiercely.  The blade cuts into her and I have to pull it
out.
   Blood flies.
   The girl shits herself.
   Another five cuts and piss runs down her legs.
   She is close to fainting.
   Blood runs down her legs.
   This is moving too fast...If I keep this up she will die too quick.
   But I can't resist.  It has been seven years since the last kill and I
am hungry.
   I sword whip the back of her luscious thighs slicing right into the
muscle and she grunts and shakes and I see blood on her wrists and ankles
from the struggle.
   With difficulty I hold back.
   I want to take the sword and ram it into her.
   I almost do it.
   I take aim and drive the tip of the sword into her side but only the
tip. Still she bends toward the wound screaming pitifully as it spills
blood down her flank.
   I release the manacles now and she slides down to the floor.
   I force her head down into the pile of shit between her legs.
   "EAT IT!  EAT IT, YOU BITCH!"
   Mindlessly, she does as I say and I jerk off, standing over her watching
my slut eating her own thick brown excrement.
   "Look at me!" I command.
   As she raises her shit smeared face, barbed-wire whip still wrapped
around her shit smeared mouth I piss on it.
   Yeahh...I piss on it and enjoy pissing on it.  Its what she deserves. 
Its what all SLUTS deserve.
   I watch the piss splash her face and blind her and I trace her lips with
the piss stream which washes the shit off her and rolls down her chunky
boobs and chest and her smooth belly to pool in her cunthairs and drip to
the floor.
   Next, I drag her over to the workhorse and bend her over it, bend her in
half so that her slashed bloody asscheeks are up in the air, she on her
tippy toes again and I rope her legs to opposite ends of the workhorse and
her wrists to her ankles.  Her ass- and pussy- holes are wide open for me.
I rub my prick on the blood that's trickling down her legs to get it nice
and slick.
   She's moaning softly, half gone.
   I pick up a long thin wooden slat studded with three nails at one end.
Then I jam my cock into her asshole, penetrating cruelly as she groans,
then sobs with pain.
   When I'm halfway in I let her have the board slamming it down on her
whipped back, the nails piercing deep into her white flesh.
   She screams again and I laugh and slide deeper into her asshole forcing
it open, ramming into her and whipping her with the board again.
   I fuck her asshole and slash the board across her shoulders, across her
spine, across the top of her rump, into her sides, into the sides of her
legs.
   The nails leave a symmetrical three-point wound each time, a tiny
triangle of pierced bleeding flesh and as I continue to beat her I cover
her beautiful back with hundreds of bleeding wound-points, converging, dark
blue piercewounds that drip and swell.
   I slide out of her ass and step back to cruelly slash the back of her
thighs with the nail-board.  The sound the board makes here is different.
It is sharper, and her responsive cries more shrill.  And I have to rip the
board back because the nails embed themselves in the thick young meat.
   Viciously I bend to smack her pretty calves hard, driving the nails deep
into the curving rippling muscles, into the sensitive area of her
kneehollows.
   When her legs are all bloody I raise my cock to her pussy hole and slam
into her.  She cries out as I fill her but I discover she is no virgin, the
goddamn little sleaze-bag.  I grab her by the hips and fuck her good, fuck
her hard, fuck her with no compassion, jamming my cock to the hilt in
her,my balls slapping against her pussy lips, my hands slippery with her
blood.
   I fuck my bitch long and hard...my little bitch Anna...I call her all
kinds of filthy names while I fuck her then I pull out of her, untie her
from the wooden horse and drag her over to the chains.  I cuff her wrists
high on the chain strands and bind her ankles to a spreader bar, then going
to the crank-lever on the wall I pull her up off her feet by the pulley
line.
   When she's about three feet off the ground I take two tiny wired clamps
and place one on each tender pussy-lip, tightening the clamp until it
pinches the soft tender flesh hard, causing her intense suffering.
   I run the wires to a voltage regulator on the table and turning to watch
her I switch on the juice.
   The little slut jerks and jumps in mid air unable to escape the buzzing
electrocution.
   I switch the power off and watch her as she moans looking down on me.
   She looks for mercy, for pity.
   "....dear G-Goddd...pleeeease...n-nnooo more...no m-"
   I switch the power on.
   "oohhhnnnhhhnnhhhnnhhh!"
   I switch off, jerking my cock in my hand and just watching, watching
her, smiling up at her...
   "....pleeeease....m-master....nooo...nnn-"
   I switch it on.
   I leave it on for a while watching her eyes roll back in her head, spit
frothing on her lips.
   I switch it off.
   I take a long, slender knife.
   Going to her taking her bound leg by the ankle I trace deep cuts on her
feet, along the top of the foot, then the sides, then the soles, then the
heel...I work carefully avoiding the principal artery in her ankle.  I cut
into each toe as she screams and jangles the chains above me...I drive the
knife into the footmeat...I stab her calves...I slice her thighs...I start
to lose control.  I slice off one toe...then another...  I am tempted to
slice her belly open but I hold back and return to the voltage regulator.
   Again I give her the electricity.
   She dances in mid-air on the chains like a crazed puppet.  Her pussy
lips are burned almost black, blood is pouring from her cut legs and
mutilated feet and puddling on the floor.
   I lower her down now and drag her across the room by her hair...she's no
longer able to walk and I know she doesn't have long to live.
   Somehow I am able to drag her up against the wooden cross and hold her
up with my body against hers while I hammer the long thick nails into her
wrists.
   Blood spurts from the burst arteries.  When her arms are nailed I pull
her legs apart and nail her slashed feet to the crossbeam on the bottom so
that she is crucified in an X position.
   She looks at me defeated now, drooling spit and blood but as I switch on
the chainsaw her eyes widen.
   The chainsaw screams loudly in the cramped space.
   I approach her.
   Expertly I guide the chainsaw to the top of her chest, just below her
chin.
   She's screaming now but its inaudible in the roar of the saw.
   I touch it to her.
   Blood & skin fly off in thick gobs as I press the blade inward and
slowly trace it down the middle of her, down between her tits, cutting
through rib-cage and flesh, down into her soft white belly into the soft
goo of her guts that are ripped out of her by the saw and spattered all
over the room and all over my naked body, down, down to her pussy, her
uterus ripped apart and mangled, down and out of her...I raise the saw to
her thighs and cut through each pretty leg so that she sags one way then
the other and finally hangs from the cross now by her arms only, bloody
leg- stumps still nailed in the cross, her thighs a mess of meat on the
floor...and finally I raise the saw to her arms cutting her off the cross,
one side first she swinging over, then the other, so that her torso falls
to the floor in a desecrated heap of guts bone and flesh.  I kick her over
with my foot.
   Unbelievably she is still alive.  I slide down to spread the bloody
thighs open and put my cock in whats left of her pussy and I fuck her and
fuck her and she dies all bloody in my arms and I cum ....uhhhhhh...i
cum....Dan the Knife Man...shooting off into cuntflesh...filthy goddamn
piece of shit murdered cunt...
   Later I pack all the pieces of Anna into a garbage bag.
   At night I toss her into Orchidea lake.
   Its a quiet night and the moon looks pretty in the water.
   WOODBURN