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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.
   Wasting Cassie
   (The Becoming )
   PRELUDE
   He spotted her as he cruised through Terrence Village in the Cherokee
that hot summer morning.  She was playing in the back yard of a modest,
brick-front suburban house in a pink-red two-piece bathing suit running in
and out of the shimmering arc of a lawn sprinkler:
   Cassie Ann Holliday, five years old.
   For Cassie the world was new and the shining streams of water spurting
from the rotating sprinkler valve were cold and sharp like rays of silver
freeze-framed in the bright sunlight.
   Dan, alias Tom Waverly, watched the little girl run from one side of the
yard to the other under the jetting water.  He watched her turn her back to
the sprinkler and wiggle her little butt like a spiffy freshly-hatched
chick in the intermittent spray.
   It was eleven thirty in the morning on a Wednesday and the suburban
neighborhood was quiet, nearly deserted.
   The Knife Man had been in town less than two weeks.
   He pulled his truck over and walked to the fence, in his tight jeans and
red flannel shirt, sleeves rolled up, top buttons undone, shirt-tail
flapping behind him, his alligator boots sinking into the soft neatly cut
grass.
   "Hey, sweetie," he called.
   The little cunt came to him just confident as you please, not the
slightest trace of fear on her face, trusting as an angel.  There wasn't
even the vaguest hint of suspicion.  This was a clean upper middle class
neighborhood.  People were nice here.  Even strangers.  And this stranger
was handsome, tall, with a dark head of hair that tumbled in the breeze.
   Tiny red cartoon strawberries speckled the flamingo-pink fabric of
Cassie's two-piece bathing suit.
   "What'cha doin'?" Dan asked, standing on the sidewalk, leaning on the
metal frame bar of the four foot chain-link fence.
   This is the one, he thought to himself, a tense urgency in his belly. 
The one.  Hell, the little pig's bathing suit even matches my shirt.
   She tilted her head to one side, hands behind her, silver trickles
moving down her little legs to her feet as she twisted one toe into the
grass.  Dan liked the way the muscles moved in her small calves as her
weight shifted from right to left.
   "Playing in the water," she said smiling.
   Behind her, in the yard, the sprinkler continued to spurt sending
hissing bursts of water across the lawn.
   When she looked at the stranger on the other side of the fence some
precocious female instinct responded to him.  She felt weak and
self-conscious and her cheeks flushed red as his eyes moved up and down her
body.  He acted friendly but his eyes were odd.  She didn't want to gaze
into them for too long.
   The Knife Man's mouth watered and his cock tingled.  Most adults would
have been charmed by the cute child.  They would have felt protective,
parental feelings.  For Dan she was a little fuck-toy - a target for his
most vicious needs.  He liked the way she looked back at him and knew that
even at that age this little honey was a slut in the making - a sure-fire
prick teaser.  The Knife Man's prey was all wet and slinky, shiny and
smooth, her honey blonde hair clinging to her face and head in long stringy
strands.  She reminded him of the little girl in the Coppertone tanning
lotion ad he'd seen in his youth - the one who kept exposing her little
white butt to show the tanning effect of the product on the rest of her...
and there was something else about her - something essential.
   He'd wanted a little girl just like this one for a long time, though he
wasn't sure why exactly, and now here she was - a perfect innocent victim -
guileless and untouched by the evil of the world - practically naked, shiny
wet, vulnerable, gullible, defenseless.  Downright fucking edible.
   Dan was soon all-the-way hard, pressing himself against the thatched
wire mesh in front of him.
   Oh yeah, this was the one.
   "What's your name?"
   "Cassie."
   "Cassie.  That's a pretty name.  Yes it is.  How old are you, baby?"
   She held up one hand with the little fingers extended, her smile
unflagging. His eyes trailed slowly up and down her half-nude little body.
   "Where's your momma and your daddy?"
   She noticed a change of tone in his voice and when she answered her
smile wavered:
   "They're in the house."
   She had to squint to look up at him in the bright sun.
   He studied her for a moment then looked around to see if anyone was
around.  A rush of excitement thrummed in his chest and sweat beaded his
forehead as he clasped and unclasped the edge of the fence.  If he was
going to take her he had no time for double guessing or hesitation.  He
would have to act quickly and definitively, cast all caution to the wind.
   "C'mere," he said, gesturing with his arm and hand.
   "What," she giggled.  "What?"
   "C'mere.  I got somethin' to show you."
   Little Cassie Ann innocently walked closer.  After all, the stranger was
an adult and his tone of authority allowed no room for hesitation.
   Dan continued to smile invitingly then, suddenly and without warning he
reached down and grabbed her under the shoulders lifted her easily and
before she could cry out he thrust a red rubber ball he took from his
pocket into her mouth and a piece of duct tape around her head to hold it
in place and he carried her kicking, whining and squirming under his arm
like a wet seal to the Cherokee.
   The place he'd acquired was less than an hour out on Route 73 so he tied
up the wet hysterical child tight inside his old SUV with a stretch of
slick nylon rope, right there under the shade of an elm tree in the quiet
suburban street.
   Overpowering and controlling her was not very challenging for him. 
Cassie was way too small to put up much of a struggle against his hulking
strength although she tried.  Dan found her spirited efforts inspiring and
was tempted to rape her violently right then.  Instead, he covered her up
with a canvas tarp, slammed the rear loading door closed, and drove away,
out of Terrence Village and on to the highway.
   In the Holliday yard the sprinkler continued to swing around and spray
the yard.
   Droplets gleamed on the grass blades.
   A quiet breeze rustled the azalea bushes.
   "Cassie!" the woman's voice called from inside the house.  "Cassie Ann?
Where are you?"
   Later, when reports for the missing child were filed there would be no
eyewitnesses to the kidnapping.
   1.
   The warehouse was in an industrial run-down area just outside the city,
and circled by swampy terrain.
   When Dan carried Cassie into the dark back room of the abandoned
building and yanked the duct tape off and the rubber ball out of her mouth
she started screeching for help.
   The ball fell, bounced and rolled away coming to a stop at the edge of
the grimy wall.
   Dan dropped the rope-bound child on the floor in a heap right in the
center of the large space watching her wiggle around trying to get up,
still wet and slimy from her romp in the sprinkler water, screaming
unabatedly.
   "Quit that whining you little shit!" Dan shouted at her.
   There was no need to make nicey-nice for her any longer.  The dogs of
war were out.
   She went on and on, squirming around, her high-pitched voice echoing in
the large emptiness, until he slammed his pointed alligator boot into her
belly kicking her halfway to the wall.
   She looked up at him flushed and gasping for air rolling over on her
side.
   "That's right, Cassie.  Shut the fuck up and listen.  Ok?"
   She nodded quickly, her big green eyes clouding with tears.
   Above the now mean-looking handsome man who had captured her three
glaring light bulbs hung by black wires from wooden beams in the ceiling.
She had no idea where he'd brought her or why.  One minute he'd been
smiling at her and the next he was lifting her and she was flying over the
fence in his powerful hands and she was in the truck, bound and gagged
under the hot stifling oddly stained cloth.
   He wasn't smiling any more.
   "Do you know what torture is?"
   The child shook her head.  Her lips were flushed and swollen and there
was a faint red band-mark around her face where the duct-tape had been.
   Dan stared at her mouth.  It reminded him of a blushing rosebud.  He was
eager to get a look at her little cunt to see if those lips matched.  His
voice softened as he asked:
   "Do you know what rape is?"
   She shook her head again.
   The words sounded funny and alien.
   "Ok.  Do you know what pain is?"
   Now she assented quickly, nodding.
   He liked the way the moist strands of her hair flailed against her
shoulders.
   He was gonna put this little bunny through the grinder.
   He was gonna give her everything she could take - and more.
   So much more.
   "Good.  I'm glad you know what pain is you stupid little fuck because
you're gonna take a whole lot of it today."
   Slowly, Dan rose and began to unbutton his flannel shirt and tug it off
his shoulders revealing his massive biceps.
   Her horror-filled eyes never left his face.
   "Torture is when someone - like me - hurts someone - like you - slowly
and for a long time over and over.  Understand?"
   She nodded less enthusiastically now, sniffling, shaking with terror. 
Her tummy ached where he'd kicked her.  She didn't want to do anything that
would anger him again.
   "As far as rape - well, you'll learn bout that in due course."
   He tossed his shirt on a wooden chair near some crates and unbuckled his
belt.  He yanked on it and it slithered from the waistbands and hung down
to the floor, buckle end first, a black one inch thick snake of hard
cracked leather.
   "Have you ever been spanked, Cassie?"
   "Uh-unh."
   "Really?  I find that hard to believe.  Your momma or your daddy never
spanked you for doing something you weren't supposed to?"
   "Uh-uh!"
   Again the hair flailing across her little shoulders.
   He walked slowly toward her, his boots clacking loudly, scraping on the
wood and making the old boards creak under his weight, and she cringed and
tried to worm against the wall.
   "Don't move away from me, or it'll be worse," he snarled.
   He stood over her and put his booted foot at the back of her neck
bending her down, pressing her against the wooden floor.  She whined and
bit her lip.  She felt so tiny.  Her hair, still wet, pillowed under her
cheek.
   The place the bad man had brought her to was scary.  It was dark and
cold and dirty.  His boot pressing her small head against the floor was big
and hard and it felt as if it would crush her just like if she were nothing
but a tiny little bug.
   "If you are telling me the truth," his voice boomed, "If you've been
such a perfect little girl, then this right here is gonna be your first
whippin' - And, in case you're wondering, the reason I'm giving it to you
is not because you've done anything wrong, but because I fucking feel like
it.  That's right.  That's the only reason.  Because you're a little piece
of shit that can't fight back.  And that's just the way I like things - I
like little trashy girls that can't fight back - I like them a whole
fuckin' lot."
   Holding her under his boot he pulled out a small pocket knife and with
two quick cuts he sliced the pink strawberry-patterned bathing suit off
her, first the top and then the bottom, and the colorful strips of fabric
fell away from the trembling child.
   Dan relished the feeling of absolute power over the small naked infant.
He dropped the knife back in his pocket and reached down between her small
thighs to touch her warm little sex-mound.  He cupped it gently in his
hand, fingered the small slit of his kneeling captive then squeezed her
chubby mons until she whimpered.  He lifted his hand to his mouth and
licked the salty taste of the child's little cunt from his fingers.
   "Mmmm," he commented.  "Nice - tasty - little - pussy...now here's what
nice tasty little pussies deserve."
   He raised the belt high above his head and brought it crashing down
across Cassie's little round ass, buckle-first with all his might.
   "Stinking little whore!"
   The first few blows were always the best, the killer thought as he began
to beat the bent-over child.  He enjoyed that first realization in the
victim that there would be absolutely no mercy.  And with such a young
child victim, the sensation was ten times more powerful, more satisfying,
more complete.
   The roped child screamed and howled delightfully as the bare-chested
sadist slashed the heavy metal buckle down on her pink rump and on her
upper thighs keeping her from moving, his boot anchoring her firmly by her
neck, the nylon cords keeping her arms tightly against her sides, her
flushed face squeezed flat against the dirty wood planks.
   The big metal hoop made a whooshing noise through the air as it swung an
a dry whapping sound as it struck meanly against the silky flesh of
Cassie's tender buns leaving stripes and searing square-shaped welts on
her, twenty five of them layered, one welt over the other, in rectangular
patterns, before Dan finally lifted his foot off her neck and let her roll
over and kick around, she sobbing, screaming, scarlet-faced, snot running
from her nose.
   "Momm!" she screeched.  "Mommiiieeee!  Daddieee!" . When she quieted
down some he took the knife from his pocket and cut the naked hysterical
child free of the nylon ropes.
   Instantly she scampered away to the opposite side of the large room and
made for the door.  When she tried turning the knob she found it would not
yield.  She tried desperately to open it for a few seconds whinnying with
frustration.
   She turned to him weeping, terrified and indignant.
   "I wanna go home to my momma!  Let me go home to my momma!"
   Dan watched her, a contemptuous smile on his lips.
   He took the chair he'd tossed his shirt on earlier and sat down, the
belt still dangling from his hand.
   "Let me go - now!  I wanna go home!" she wailed.
   Cassie cowered weeping against the locked door, her little hand still
working the knob, though less urgently now that it began to dawn on her it
would not open.  Her arms and legs were chafed red with the indentations
left by the nylon rope on her white skin and her butt and thighs were
flushed and mottled with a smattering of intersecting square-shaped weals.
   "C'mere," Dan growled.
   Sitting down he was level with her, his legs spread apart, his jeans
bulging at the crotch, one boot tipping upward propped on the heel, the
other one flat on the floor resting on the strips of wet cloth that had
been Cassie's pink bathing suit.  Strands of the severed nylon rope that
had bound her lay scattered about him.  His elbows rested on the chair
arm-rests, the belt dangling from one hand, the other hand occasionally
straying over his groin to squeeze his swollen manhood under the stretched
denim, as he stared across the room at his terrified captive.
   An odd tingling sensation ran up the back of his bullish neck.  His eyes
locked on her midriff and the bare cupcake that was the little animal's
pussy.  A passionate hateful rage consumed him.
   "I said, c'mere, you little fuck," he told her, his voice rising
slightly.
   Her mouth curved downward and she started crying louder, her hand slowly
sliding off the door knob.  His voice scared her.  Terrified her.  Not
exactly his voice but what was behind it - what was inside of it.
   "Don't make me get up from this chair, you hear me?  Or you'll get more
of what you just got...That door's locked and you're not getting out.  Now
come over here to Uncle Dan, you little pig.  C'mon.  That's right.  C'mere
and give Uncle Dan a big sloppy kiss."
   Still crying, Cassie turned away from the door and shuffled unwillingly
across the spacious drably-painted dingy-smelling chamber toward the big
man in the wooden chair.  She didn't know if he would use his belt on her
again.  If he did she would not be able to escape him.  There was nowhere
for her to hide in this barren room.  So she moved toward him because there
was no other choice, no other option.
   Her cute impish face and tangled blonde mane would have invoked pity
from any normal adult.  For Dan the vision of the terrified child was an
irresistible turn-on.  Tears rolled down her cheeks, her little hands
reaching up to smudge away at them from one eye and then the other as she
shuffled unwillingly back toward her tormentor across the large empty room,
her small body casting projected shadows across the floor.  These shadows
moved oddly, stretched and danced away from her as she passed under each of
the overhead bulbs, her small bare feet leaving perfect moist imprints on
the dusty floor.
   When she got a few inches nearer to her captor she stopped.
   His eyes strayed up and down her nude little body.
   She could hear his slow heavy breathing.
   "Closer," he growled, his hand moving against the mound between his big
thighs.
   Cassie whined and shook her head.
   "Don't make me get up from here."
   She looked into the narrow dark slits of his eyes.  They sparkled oddly,
compelled her to obey - he was a grown-up after all and disobedience was
not even to be considered.  He was a big man.  Bigger than her father. 
Bigger than Jimmy, the teenage boy that lived down the block and lifted
weights in the carport every day.  It seemed to her that this man could
snap Jimmy in half like a dry twig.  But besides that - there was something
else about him - a dark possesive energy - the thing she heard in his voice
- which was terrifying, which seemed to actually reach out and stifle her.
She was powerless before him.  Crying, hanging her head, she moved toward
him, moved into the claustrophobic triangle between his splayed thighs
which closed instantly around her hips and held her, trapping her wrists
against her thighs.
   She could feel his hot sour breath on her face.
   Carefully, almost lovingly, Dan looped the big belt around Cassie's
neck, drawing the loop throught the buckle and closing the thick leather
strap tightly around the child's throat in a chokehold.  Her hair still wet
from the sprinkler water smelled of Johnson and Johnson's shampoo.
   Dan was in love.
   "Uhhhwww - uuhwwww!" she groaned, still crying, looking into his hungry
eyes which were right up to hers as he slowly squeezed the belt loop
tighter around her throat.  She wiggled and tried in vain to pull her arms
out of the vise grip of his muscular denim-clad thighs.  He studied her
intently, like she'd seen a cat in the yard do with a mouse it had trapped
under its front paws.
   There were other smells coming up from him, strong overwhelming smells
she'd never experienced before that made her dizzy.
   "Don't fuckin' move," he snarled softly.
   Her lips were so beautiful up close.  So goddamned beautiful and
innocent.
   Oh yeah, this was love - sick killing love - dark compelling love.
   And he needed to show it - to let her feel it.
   With his right hand he gripped her small head, his fingers squeezing
into her skull while with his left he kept a tight grip on the choking belt
and as he held the helpless innocent immobile he leaned forward to smear
his lips on hers, to kiss her obscenely, to lick her smooth cheeks and
ears, to push the tip of his tongue into her nostrils and into her
quivering lips, tasting her breath, scouring her gums and baby teeth with
his tongue, her little tongue flinching and recoiling from his, closing his
lips over her mouth hard, kissing her the way he would kiss an adult woman,
a whore, one of those pigwomen he'd killed, his tongue poking almost all
the way down Cassie's throat, making her gag and choke, drool spilling from
her lips and running down her chin and his chin, dripping on her chest and
on his bare hairy belly.  Her spit felt nice on his naked skin and he
tightened the belt-noose around her neck and continued to kiss her all over
her face and neck, returning to her mouth to stifle her attempts to draw
air.
   Love.  That was the only name for it.  Sick - hard - needy - brutal -
love.
   Predatorial and murderous.
   Dark, moist and needy.
   "Gghmmm!  Ghgghh!" she intoned, eyes panic wide as he pinched her
nostrils shut and covered her lips with his so that she could not breathe.
After a few moments he leaned back smiling, releasing her, and she gasped
for air.
   He traced her forehead at the hairline with his tongue watching his
spittle gob down into the hollow of her eye.  He nibbled on her little
blonde eyebrows and moved back to her cherry-red mouth to stifle her breath
once more and tighten the belt just a bit.
   When he let her go she staggered dizzily.
   He liked the way she tumbled, off balance, almost falling, her pretty
eyelashes fluttering.
   He pulled her by her neck to his chest, pushing his strong pectorals
against her sweaty little face.
   "Lick me, Cassie," he ordered.  And she did so obediently, whimpering,
sobbing, gasping for air, her tiny tongue teasing his nipples as he
maneuvered her from one side to the other, his belt cinched tightly around
her small neck.
   "That's a good little doggie - yeah - good little doggie -"
   Chuckling to himself, still holding Cassie by the choking belt Dan rose
slowly to stand over her, unzipping his tight jeans, reaching in to pry his
swelling pecker free.  It fairly sprang through his fly, catapulted,
cleaving upward threateningly right in the child's face.
   She gave out a startled cry, her eyes riveted on the hefty piece of
manmeat.
   It was her first up-close look at an adult male penis and Dan relished
her shock and revulsion.
   "I told you before I had something to show you, didn't I?" he sneered.
   "Touch it," he whispered staring down at the confused child.
   "N-nuhhhhh!" she moaned, shaking her head, staring up at him, pleading
with her eyes.
   "Go ahead, baby.  Do it."
   His belt was so tight around her neck she felt dizzy.  She knew if she
refused to do as he asked he would be angry.  Very angry.
   Her bottom still smarted hotly from the belt-buckle beating and she knew
better than to upset him now.  She knew he would hit her again and harder -
or worse - if she didn't do as he said.
   Whimpering helplessly she raised her right hand, fingers extended to the
killer's sex organ.
   The sensation of Cassie's tiny fingers on the sides and crown of his
shaft made Dan smile with pleasure.
   "Mmm - take it in your hand," he told her, his voice slurred and nasty.
"Yeah, Cassie - that's right - in your little hand - mmm - see how big you
make it?"
   Cassie couldn't understand what he meant.  Still, she followed his
orders slowly gripping his massive veined penis, stroking it as he asked,
feeling it pulse and harden, staring up at him.  Whatever this was it was
bad.  It was something that would make Jesus angry with her.  She knew
that. Like the time she'd played with momma's lipstick and momma had
snatched it away and wiped it off her face.  Momma had told her such things
displeased Jesus and made him angry and made evil things happen.
   "Use both hands," Dan urged.  "Both hands, baby...yesss...move them up
and down...good girl...up and down.  Stroke my meat.  Make it nice and big
so I can put it inside you."
   Cassie sniveled in reaction to his words.  He was biting his lower lip
and his hips were swaying back and forth.  His grip on the belt around her
neck grew tighter.  As she groped Dan's cock the child wondered how he was
going to put his thing inside her.  It was as big and long as her whole arm
and as thick as her leg.  Was he going to cut her open, make a hole in her?
   Dan smiled down on her as if reading her mind.
   "I'm gonna fuck you - do you know what that is?"
   She pursed her lips tightly together and shook her head as she continued
to work him obediently.  That was a nasty word - one her mom had yelled at
her father for using in front of her - one she'd heard the boys use when
they fell off their bikes or dropped a ball when they played in the street
just outside the yard.
   "Doesn't matter - uhh - you'll find out soon enough," Dan told her. 
"Right now you're gonna take it in your little mouth, ok?  How's that? 
Huh, you little shit?  In your fuckin' little mouth - lick it first - lick
the tip of it - come on, whore, don't keep me waiting - just do it!"
   Cassie's angelic face expressed terror and disgust in response to the
Knife Man's obscene request.  She didn't know why he was so angry and why
he used those bad words with her.  This thing which she now understood must
be his peepee, was fat, long and hard as she stroked it.  And she knew that
it was her caresses that aroused it and encouraged its swelling.  A fold of
skin had swept back from its bulbous crown and whitish slime dripped from
its slitted head.  It was twice as thick as the garden hose and it smelled
like the stinky mud under the big rocks daddy had moved from the front yard
once, but salty too - and he wanted her to take it in her mouth!  - There
was nothing else she could do.  She had to obey and she knew it.  His belt
squeezing her neck ever tighter told her that - his eyes glaring down on
her hungrily - and the unpredictable, undefinable darkness that emanated
from him.  The more she stroked his thing the meaner he became, the tighter
he choked her, the more hateful and scary he grew.
   Gingerly, she stuck her tongue out and closed her eyes, leaning forward
until she made contact, then she withdrew quickly making a choked off
sound, shaking her head.
   "Lick me right, you little fuck," Dan growled angrily, tugging her by
the neck back to his meat.  "Lick it like a goddamn lollipop or I'll carve
your goddamned tongue outta your worthless little head."
   He watched with sadistic pleasure as the child reticently returned to
the task he had put before her slowly stroking him and licking the hard fat
head of his cock, up and down on his piss-slit, sending delightful currents
of pleasure all through him.  Even though it was completely irrational he
hated the little cunt with all his being.  Hurting her and mutilating her
was gonna be heavenly.
   Outside the high black-tinted windows of the warehouse back-room morning
was slowly heading toward afternoon and birds twittered and chirped in the
surrounding woods.  Sparsely, traffic moved on the highway which passed by
the front of the building, the people in their cars going from point to
point in their busy lives oblivious of the horrific events taking place
just yards from the road.
   The thought filled Dan with triumphant glee.  He was going to rape,
torture and slaughter a five year old girl and he was gonna take his time
doing it.  Right there, so near those numerous strangers moving on the
highway who would remain eternally clueless.  By now her parents must be
going crazy, looking for her all over the neighborhood.  Soon they would be
calling the police.  The killer smiled and tilted his head back as Cassie
whined plaintively and pressed her little pink tongue against his raging
member.
   The Knife Man spread his legs slightly apart.  His balls were swelling
achingly and he licked his lips letting the wicked thoughts wash over him
like a dope high.
   The cops would search fruitlessly and the agony of the parents would go
on for months and years - there would never be any closure.  Cassie would
be another missing poster child, another story on America's Most Wanted,
like the four girls he'd murdered in Cedarville, back in Florida a year
before.
   His cock surged powerfully with the vivid memory of the two savage kills
in the abandoned farmhouse - and the others murdered at the Petersen house
- the one young pigbitch mangled and crushed between the carport wall and
the front end of his Cherokee.  And as Cassie continued to masturbate him
and press her adorable little lips and tongue against his cockhead his
memory flickered back over other kills - the three college girls massacred
in the basement of the university building - the whore murdered outside the
bar - a young pregnant teenager brutally slaughtered in the woods near
Orchidea - a girl named Anna cut to shreds under the roaring blade of his
chainsaw.
   This was Dan the Knife Man's legacy, he knew, his gift to the world for
granting him a fucked up sadistic mother and a fucked up childhood.  He
knew there were others out there doing what he did, he'd seen the news
reports - as many as five hundred serial killers operating in the U.S.,
killing mostly women and female children, consistently evading capture.  He
knew there were thousands of others who dreamt about doing it, many who hit
on kids on the internet but never did anything else, and surely thousands
more who thought about it and repressed it with bullshit religious dogma.
There would be many who would secretly consider him a hero, even if
publicly denouncing him as a monster.
   And there would be no repression for Dan the Knife Man - no holding
back. He'd been wanting and needing - hungering - to take a small child
like Cassie for a very long time - for as long as he could remember, in
fact - to give her his sick love, unchecked.  He'd watched little girls
walking with their mothers in the mall, sometimes following them to their
cars or stalking them for a day or two.  He'd watched them in the
playgrounds of the cities he'd moved through waiting for the perfect
opportunity - and now it had come.  This was going to be an unparalleled
high point in his murderous career and he was ready for it.
   Fully prepared, mentally and physically.  Tuned in and turned on.
   "Alright, Cassie," he told his little victim.  "Now take it in your
mouth - get your lips around it - c'mon - yeah - that's it - open wide for
me - wider!  Good girl - Ahhh yeahh, that's real nice.  Keep stroking it!
Don't you fucking stop, you slimy little shit...  yeah - that's it - now
suck.  Suck it.  Lick it inside your mouth uhhh, Jeesus - damnnn - that's
it girl - good little bitch - love me with your mouth, Cassie - mmmm - love
me with it - ahhh - yeahhh -"
   Looking down at his victim Dan knew there was no greater pleasure than
this.  Cassie peered up at him with terror and dread, her face flushed as
he continued to grip the belt he squeezed around her little neck.  This was
power, full mastery, total sadistic control - the whole life-and-death
thing - and delightful physical stimulation simultaneously as well.
   "Move your hands down," he ordered.  "Down - on my balls, you stupid
bitch - yeah - there - right there.  Squeeze em - squeeze, Cassie - not too
hard, goddamn you - ah -ahhhhh - yeahhhh!"
   He let her work him up for almost twenty more minutes, tugging on the
belt to pull her on to his cock as far as she would go, choking her with
his huge prick which forced her little jaw to stretch to its limit,
gripping her head with his other hand, gripping a fistful of her stringy
blonde hair.  He made her continue to squeeze his balls gently with one
hand and he took her other hand guiding it and ordering her to push the
little index finger up his asshole as his jeans slid down to his ankles. 
The sensation of Cassie's little digit pushing up past his rectal muscle
almost made him cum and he yanked her back off his cock suddenly.
   "Alright, you little bitch," he snarled.  "Now its time for you to find
out what rape' means."
   He released the choke-hold on Cassie and she slumped down, his belt
dangling loosely around her neck then he kicked his boots off, pulled his
legs free of his jeans and stood over her, naked.
   She sat in front of him on the floor, the top of her blonde mane barely
level with his kneecaps, hanging her head, gasping, whining and holding her
neck with her hands, her tiny fingers hooked on the edges of the old
leather belt.
   Grabbing her by her hair again he lifted her up on to her knees for a
brief moment.  She was beautiful - amazingly beautiful - a virgin angel,
her cheeks still round with baby fat - her bright emerald eyes spilling
perfect teardrops.
   And he knew exactly what to do with such unquestionable beauty...
   Sneering, bending over his victim, the sadistic killer smacked his free
hand down hard across the pretty face of the dazed child.
   The sound of the unexpectedly loud slap and Cassie's ensuing choked off
cry echoed in the empty room.
   Before her ears had stopped ringing he slapped her again, harder this
time, with vicious intent, on the other side of her pretty face, releasing
her so that she toppled to the floor from the brutal blow and lay there
stunned as he knelt down to grip her ankles and spread her open.
   The wooden floor creaked under his weight as he slid to his knees and
crawled up into position between Cassie's small legs.
   The sick love he felt for the kidnapped child was changing, evolving
into something dark and mean for which he had no words but which made his
pulse race insanely.
   "This - is - rape, you little fuck," he growled.
   He hawked up a fat phlegm and spit on her tiny muff positioning his huge
prick right up against her hairless mound.
   She gave out a cry of surprise.
   He was pleased to discover that her puffy little pussy-lips were every
bit as lovely as her mouth, just as he'd thought earlier.
   It was then too that he realized just how small this child really was.
   He could see that if he penetrated her completely the head of his cock
would probably end up inside her stomach or half way up her esophagus -
something that only added fuel to the fire of his murderous need.  Her
ankles were no more than sapling branches in his big hands and his broad
upper body and muscular chest were proportionately massive in contrast to
her puny flat-chested torso and belly so that it was more than likely
possible that if he were to put his full weight on her he would crush her,
smash her, with little or no effort.  His bulk was overwhelming in
comparison to his captive - he was a giant.  And he knew that this outrage,
this blasphemous and unjust imbalance, a little girl and a six-foot-four
bitchkiller, heightened the victim's fear and hysteria, and simultaneously,
his monstrous sadistic pleasure.  He was mildly surprised to discover that
this unjust contrast in body size between Cassie and himself was such an
incredible turn-on - he'd never fucked a child this young before - the
twelve year old he'd killed in Cedarville was practically a young woman in
comparison - It was an unexpected perk and one that made his head reel with
hard-edged lust.
   He knew the penetration would not be easy - but what the hell - a little
hard work had never stopped him before.
   He held her firmly by her legs and she spread her arms open her hands
gripping the floorboards for balance as he raised her butt a couple of
inches off the ground.
   His belt still clung loosely around her little neck.
   Again he felt the odd tingling sensation of power moving up his neck
into his brain.  His human mind flickered confusedly like streetlights in a
wind storm.
   Slowly he pushed the swollen head of his cock into Cassie's diminutive
slit.
   "Nooo!  Pleeeeease!" she squealed.  One of her hands slapped against the
floor.  Her feet wiggled as she struggled fruitlessly to move away from the
killer's steel grip.
   "Feel me, you little pig," he growled, his own voice sounding almost
alien to his ears, deeper than usual, throatier, as he began to stuff his
huge organ into her.
   "Feel me!"
   She felt him alright, her hands thumping wildly now against the floor,
her head turning from side to side and arching backward, the rear of her
skull pressing against the boards as Dan's shaft entered her tight immature
sexhole.  She couldn't believe he meant to cram his hard thick pee-pee into
her little hole - it just wasn't possible!  Her eyes rolled upward and she
shut them tightly and shrieked, keening so shrilly it made Dan's ears hurt
- made his cock swell migtily as well.
   Cassie felt as if she were being cut in half.  His thing was immense. 
The child's horror, picture perfect on her tormented features, let Dan know
that this was as traumatic as it could possibly be.  He was causing her
maximum pain, intolerable and nearly unacceptable.  And that was just
fucking fine with him.  Fucking incredibly fine and dandy.
   He smiled hatefully and pushed another quarter of an inch into her.
   Looking down he could see the gnarled bluish veins on his shaft and he
spat on it hoping to lubricate the impossible penetration.  The crown of
his prick had not yet even fully violated the external ring of the child's
vaginal muscle and already there were small trickles of blood oozing from
her.
   He growled like a dog, bared his teeth further and pushed in harder.
   Cassie's shriek became piercing as the head of Dan's cock finally began
to push painfully into her completely filling the small aperture of her
vagina.
   He leaned over her, pressed her legs back, her knees almost touching the
floor on either side of her head and he put some of his weight into her
stopping her breath and, for a moment, her pitiful cries of agony.
   "This is what fuck' means, Cassie," he told her, the savage grin
spreading on his face, a strand of his short black hair spilling down over
his eyes, his neck muscles straining with the effort.
   "This is fucking.  You're being fucked - and raped - I'm fucking - and
raping you, Cassie - yeahh - that's right - fucking and raping you.  Say
the word, Cassie Fuck - c'mon - say it for Uncle Dan, you little twat -
FUCK!  Say it!"
   She tried to speak but she could barely breathe.  The way he had her
bent back and with his big peepee pushing up into her tummy she was unable
to do as he ordered.
   "SAY IT!" he shouted.
   "ff-ffff-ffhhh-" she gasped.
   "YEah - yeah!  Fuck- fuck - fuck - say it, pig - Say Fuck me, Uncle Dan!
Fuck me, Uncle Dan!  C'mon you stupid little twat!  - you can do it - SAY
IT FOR ME!"
   He pushed brutally into her, arching his hips and grinding into her.
   His smile morphed into a hideous snarl.
   "Eeiiiii!" she keened and then:
   "F-fuhhckk me - aaooww!  - fuck m-meee Uh-Uncle Dan - ffuckk mee Unc-cle
Daaannn - uaahhhh!  - ffuuhhh - - "
   He reached down and grabbed the end of the belt loop suddenly to tighten
it around her neck silencing her.  Then, hawking up another slug of phlegm
he spat on the child's face and rammed his prick forward into her small
body.  She whimpered, choked, looked up at him with wide-eyed shock,
open-mouthed, his spit dribbling off the side of her cheek and into her
earlobe.
   Cassie's mind was being pushed to the edge of sanity.  She'd had no
inkling that full-throttled evil which now comfronted her and filled her
even existed in the world.  She'd had no clue and no warning.
   Dan knew that and it made this act of sadistic child-rape so much
sweeter.
   "Goddamned little bitcchhh!" Dan roared hoarsely trying to push his big
cock as far as it would go into Cassie, breaking her hymen in a wash of
blood, humping down on her, her belt-whipped little asscheeks bouncing on
the dirty wooden boards, her little hands clinging to Dan's wrist as he
pulled tight on the belt again and spat in her face again, this time in her
left eye, making her swing her slap-flushed face away quickly, eyes shut
tight, sobbing and mewling, calling to her momma.
   "Fuck your momma, cunt!" Dan shouted.  "Fuck your momma and your daddy -
fuck all of them out there and fuck you - stupid little whore!"
   His hatred of female fueled the savage violation and he let it flow
through him freely, unrepressedly.
   It felt goddamn great to just let it flow.
   He slid in and out of Cassie's baby pussy now well oiled with her blood
and his spit managing to hilt only a quarter of his prick in the suffering
waif, choking her as he fucked her, still holding one leg pinned back as
far as he could, her other leg kicking against him, sometimes stretching
out on the floor, her pretty little foot stamping desperately against the
creaking wooden boards.
   He allowed the venomous sadistic hatred full play slam-pumping the child
pitilessly, letting his need to kill her fuel his powerful panther-like
rape.  He was making her his, taking her over completely.  The little bitch
was his meat now and no one else's.  He owned her.  Her blood, her life and
her soul belonged to him - and he was gonna claim all three.
   Pushing deep, right to her uterine wall, he strangled her with the belt,
watching her gasp, her parted trembling lips going light violet.  Drawn to
her, attracted morbidly, he kissed her as she started to pass out, her
little cunt squeezing his bludgeoning cock desperately.  He thrust his
tongue again into her sweet little mouth as her warm breath waned, a fading
lamenting sound in her throat.  As she lost consciousness he softened his
grip on the belt.  Her vaginal muscle went flaccid.  His calloused hands
moved down to her small hips and he rocked back on his haunches pulling her
limp body toward him.
   What a sweet baby morsel she was - what an adorable slaughter-pup.
   Slowly, with measured thrusts, he fucked his unresponsive victim.  She
lay out, spilled on the dirty floor in front of him, like a sleeping
messy-haired cherub, her head lolling to one side, his belt loosely
clinging around her neck, her tiny hands limply upturned on either side of
her.  He reached up to swivel her head so that he could study her face and
commit it to memory.  She was such a perfect middleAmerica, round-faced,
white-bread girl, such a storybook cutie, her features relaxed in
unconscious languor, her body rocking and wobbling involuntarily to his
pumping motions.  Her little legs were draped over his hard sinewy thighs,
one on each side of him, her feet waggling in the air with the rocking
motion of his thrusting hips.
   He ogled those diminutive feet, perfectly shaped, with small pearly
toes.
   He would have to torture those little tootsies - torture them
atrociously, he thought, his mouth watering as he stroked one tiny furrowed
sole, the feel of her flesh speeding the pace of his thrusting hips - maybe
even cut them off her.
   Dan considered himself very fortunate to have come upon such an
exquisite victim and he smiled again and closed his eyes and leaned his
head back as he rammed as deep as he could inside her, wanting to push
himself all the way into her and kill her with his cock right then, to cum
in her ruptured womb - but he held back.
   There was no need to rush.  No one would come around to interrupt his
sacred work here.  He was going to take his sweet time with this little
Terrence Village princess - bleed the little sucker dry - use her up until
she could give no more.
   He ran his hands slowly, tenderly up and down her small legs, down -
again to her tiny, perfectly formed feet to squeeze them.  They fit
completely inside his large hands and he liked the way they felt, the
wrinkled flesh of her tender soles cool against his palms, the toes like
hard little pebbles in a mountain riverbed.
   Like a sculptor exploring the clay before work begins he allowed his
hands to grope Cassie's small body.  He gauged the firm rib bones under her
chest, her rounded shoulders and thin frail arms.  He held her doll-like
hands in his as he slid in and out of her tiny bleeding vagina marveling
again at the disproportionate injustice between his victim and himself,
pressing his thumbs into her palms, feeling the tendons shift, the muscles
and the shatterable carpal bones.  Shit, her little hands were three times
smaller than his and he knew he could break them if he wanted to, crack
them and shatter them, bend those cute tiny fingers back and snap them like
chicken wishbones.
   Until today those little hands had done nothing but play with dolls,
caress kittens, grip a drinking glass full of milk.  They'd waved to dad
when he went off to work or caressed mom's long silky hair at night before
sleep.
   But today that had ended - Dan had seen to that.  And before the day was
over those little hands, all of Cassie in fact, was going to break and
bleed for his pleasure.
   Dan was going to violate every single law ever written by human beings
here - the laws in the books and the everyday unwritten ones that
encompassed human decency and dignity.
   This was going to be a heartless inhuman act, even beyond those he had
already committed.  Dan had found his killing nature now - deep within
himself found it and nourished it - and there was no other outcome but
this. Cassie was going to pay.  That was the way the chips had fallen. 
This little girl belonged to him now the way a fly plucked from the air
belonged to the toad - the way a gazelle or wilderbeast separated from the
herd belonged to the pride of lions.
   Reaching down he swung her over on her belly without pulling his dick
out of her and she flopped over inanimately, his belt unscrolling from
around her neck, the buckle tinkling metalically against the floorboard,
her thighs slipping off his to the floor as he lifted her hips upward, her
arms reaching up and out, her face invisible under her tangled mane of
hair.
   He touched the welt-squares his belt had left on her soft butt-cheeks,
feeling each ridge, groping the firm custard-like softness of her warm rump
and the meaty backs of her thighs, watching his thick shaft move in and out
of the unconscious kneeling bent-forward child unstoppably like the piston
rod of an idling engine.
   Fingers extended, he moved his splayed hands over her back, over her
shoulderblades which were like the wing armature of a small bird.  He
leaned down into her and fucked her harder crushing her against the floor,
his prick making sloppy wet sounds as it entered and exited his nearly
lifeless victim.
   "Yeahhh -" Dan grunted.  "Ahh yeahhh -"
   The killing fever posessed him, cleared his mind of all else with a
zen-like blankness.
   Fucking the unresponsively lifeless child after almost choking her dead
was one of the most beautiful acts of sadism he'd ever indulged.  He
navigated deeper into the bottomless darkness inside himself, reveling in
it.  Unquestionably he was going deeper and further than ever before.
   He went on fucking Cassie slowly, pleasurably, for nearly half an hour
before she finally began to regain awareness, coughing, groaning,
whimpering, her dirtsmudged face a portrait of unjust and undeserved
suffering, as she realized where she was beginning to wail softly as he
went on fucking her and smiling, eyes glazed and half open, lost in his own
white world of nothingness, gripping her hips and ramming himself into her
tiny hole just as far as he could.
   As she came to her vaginal muscle began to grip his cock intermittently
squeezing tighter as she coughed and sobbed against the dirty floor
pleading with him to stop, calling to her momma weakly.  Her little hands
reached out on the scuffed creaking planks - reached out and drew back
repeatedly - her cute fingers leaving tiny spiraling trails through the
sooty dust.
   Slowly he re-focused on his victim, still immersed in the hypnotic
masturbatory emptiness.
   Oh yes.  Those hands would most definitely have to break and bleed - and
those cute little feet too There would be no other way.
   Her muffled cries resonated, vibrated, against his invading meat making
the slow nihilistic rape even more intense - the pace of his languid
thrusts increased slightly making Cassie wail even more pathetically.
   He reached down and spread her whipped asscheeks open to look at her
tiny pink rectal opening just above his plowing cockmeat.  With deliberate
cruelty he began to shove the dirty-nailed thumb of his free hand into the
child's little asshole.
   Her belly slapped against the dirty floor as she tried unsuccesfully to
escape him.  The new injurious assault in combination with the huge
thrusting violation of her little pussy was nearly intolerable.  The
killer's big cock and his hard thumb now intruded into the screaming
dirty-faced female child and she tried to twist over on her side as he held
her effortlessly, putting some of his weight into the hand on her whipped
rump.
   Dan pushed his thumb well past the first joint into the slimy heat of
the little animal's asshole and the child's bowels contracted instinctively
causing her to fart involuntarily and squeal in shame and pain.
   The killer laughed then leaned down over his victim to snarl at her.
   "How's that feel, you little weasel?  Huh?  How's it feel?  Maybe I
should put my cock in that little hole - huh?  Whatta you think, Cassie? 
Want me to rape your little farting asshole?  Want me to fuck it like I'm
fuckin' your little peepee?"
   "Nuh!  Nuh!  Nooooooooo!  Pleeeeeease - uhh - nnuhhh!"
   He pushed his thumb deeper, almost hilting it in her, feeling his
thrusting cock on the other side of the warm wet tunnel, coming up against
a soft nugget of shit inside the wiggling child.
   "Tell me what that feels like, Cassie - does it feel like you need to go
to the bathroom now - huh?  Does it feel like you need to poo poo?"
   "Owww!  OWW!  aghhh - uhhwwwww!"
   Now his thumb was all the way up her and she was nodding her head wildly
and wailing.
   He slammed his cock as far up her as he could held it there and savagely
withdrew his thumb.  It came out with a pop, slicked with her faeces.  The
pungent odor of the screaming child's shit excited him and he watched a
small turd squeeze out of her tiny rectum and spill on to his prick rolling
off to the floor as trickles of reddish brown stool continued to spurt from
her.  Sliding out of her pussy he rubbed his shit-smeared thumb on his
flushed pulsating organ, dipped it in the goo now bubbling from her
violated cornhole.  Then holding her by her hips he penetrated her cunt
again, stuffing his shit-smeared meat back into her to shit-fuck the
sobbing child mercilessly.
   "Stinking little sluttttt!" he growled as he rammed into little Cassie,
moving her across the floor, her knees scraping on the planks, her throat
raw from the endless repetitive screaming.
   To shut her up momentarily he yanked her head back by her hair, twisted
toward her left shoulder, and made her take his shit-smeared thumb in her
mouth.  She choked and gagged her pretty eyes looking up at him, her hands
clutching at the floor, scrabbling to hold on to something.
   "Lick it clean, you little pig - CLEAN!  You hear me!?"
   She nodded, crying.
   Her tears trickled down her cheeks and on to the hairy back of his hand,
down off his wrist as she licked and sucked on his thumb obediently, in
obvious disgust, one of her own small hands coming up to grip his arm as he
rocked slowly in and out, in and out of her, moved his thumb all over her
face leaving brown shit-trails on her, put it back in her mouth, gagged her
with it, jammed his cock into her, continued to move her across the floor,
up against the filthy wall, holding her by her hips again, small, bony hips
in his hands, the child on her knees, her head in the cobwebbed corner,
sniveling, gasping, choking.
   And then he was pulling out of her, rising to his feet, standing over
her, slowly stroking his blood and shit covered prick, Cassie defeated,
lying on her side at his feet.
   He wanted to fuck her up the asshole, oh yeah, break her little kiddie
butt, bugger her mercilessly - but he was gonna save that for later.
   Now he needed to hurt her and hurt her badly.
   He wanted to see that little angel bitch body bleed.
   2.
   Dan knotted the leather cords around his little girl's wrists tightly,
she standing obediently before him, eyes downcast, as he sat in the wooden
chair.
   Shit and a trickle of blood drooled down the inside of her left thigh to
her calve.  There were tiny smears of shit on her feet too from when she'd
been forced to step on bits of her own excrement on the floor.
   "Did you like being raped, Cassie?" he asked.
   "Uh-unh!" she sniffled.
   As she shook her head her tangled hair again moved against her bare
shoulders - like downy feathers, he thought.
   Little chicky wicky, he thought chuckling to himself.
   My little chickadee...
   The little cunt was absolutely enchanting in her suffering.
   The smell of her violated rectum and her poop still floated in the room.
   The killer enjoyed the smells and he enjoyed the tormented expression on
her teary innocent shit-streaked face.  A trail of mucous oozed from one
nostril.
   Again he was reminded of the little Coppertone tan girl - no longer
smiling, of course - and smeared with crap instead of suntan lotion.
   "That's too bad because you're gonna get more."
   He tilted her face up by her chin to look into her eyes hatefully.
   "Lots more you little guttersnipe...Now turn around.  Lean on the wall
and lift your foot up toward me....that's right."
   She sobbed softly and turned away from him obediently, her hands up on
the cold filthy stucco, raising her leg back up off the floor, offering him
first the right foot then the left one so that he could secure cords around
each of her slender ankles.  As he bound each ankle he leaned forward, sat
on the edge of the chair and made the child caress his prickhead and
dangling balls against the soles of the her tiny, dirt- and shit - smudged,
upturned feet teetering, bent forward, her hands on her knees.  The
sensation of her small hard toes against the underside of his genitals was
as exquisite as he'd thought it would be and it made his blood race.
   When he finished placing the cords on her ankles he turned her around
and made her stroke his cock between her bound hands while he kissed her
and licked her teary face and choked her one handedly.  He made her suck
his tongue while he pushed his fingers one at a time into her violated
pussy then made her lick up the blood and shit on his digits wiping his
hands clean on her hair.
   Then, leaving his victim to stand and wait on him, the killer hung a
suspension bar from a strand of chain he'd hooked to the ceiling beam
earlier that week, when he'd prepared the room.  He had to climb on an old
metal step ladder which had been leaning against the wall on the windowed
side of the room to reach up, looking down to see Cassie staring fearfully
up at him.
   "Keep your eyes on the ground, you little cunt," he'd snapped. 
Instantly she'd hung her tearful face, tangled blonde hair cascading down
in front of her, her shoulders shaking as she continued to sob brokenly.
   He clipped the suspension bar, actually a broom handle he'd bought at
the hardware store a week earlier, to the chain then stepped off the
ladder.
   Standing over Cassie he lifted her arms one at a time to hook the
leather cords he'd wrapped around her wrists to the ends of the suspension
bar prying a metal hook between her skin and the binding leather.
   The child was trembling.  Her skin was warm and tender to his touch.
   " - wh -wh -what are y-you d-doing -?" she asked him, her sad fearful
eyes looking up questioningly.
   "You'll find out," he growled.
   He crouched down to attach another spreading bar, a second broom handle,
to her ankles making her open her legs as far apart as she could before
attaching the leather cords to the metal hooks.
   "I told you I was gonna show you what torture' meant," he said as he
slipped the hooks between the leather and the skin of her frail ankles.
   " - didn't I?" he finished, coming up to look into her anguished face.
   She just stared at him not comprehending.  He had told her something
before about pain - about hurting her - but her mind was dazed.
   Cassie's confused suffering excited Dan deeply.
   "Didn't I?" he repeated his voice edgy.
   She nodded hesitantly, pouting, new tears brimming up in her eyes.
   "Kiss me," he said softly, slowly stroking himself.
   She pursed her lips and pecked quickly at his cheek.
   "Not like that.  Open your mouth and kiss me nice and slow on the lips."
   She was like a captured butterfly, hanging there before him, arms tautly
upstretched, as she obediently followed his command, parting her sweet
little lips to lean forward, rising tippy-toed, legs wide open, to press
her mouth into his, sobbing softly as his hand moved eagerly down her nude
body to her baby twat again, to finger and pinch her violated hole.
   He loved her.  He hated her.  He needed her.
   "Oww!" she bawled responding to his hurtful manipulation.
   He tasted her minty breath on his tongue leaning forward in the chair to
slowly rub the crown of his erect prick on her small thighs and on her
belly.
   He pinched her swollen labia and thrust his fingers up into her one by
one.
   "What is this, Cassie?" he growled.  "Tell me.  Say it for me."
   He poked into her unforgivingly, thrusting his third finger in and out
of her vulva.
   " - oww!  m-my peepee - ow!  uhh!"
   "No, bitch.  The word is cunt.  Cunt.  Say it.  Say it for me, you
little piece of dogshit."
   He stroked himself faster and crammed his third finger and index up into
the bound child's sexhole, the chair creaking under his shifting weight.
   A sudden wave of crazed excitement moved through the killer.
   " -ah!  ahiii!  iieee!  nuh!  uh!  nuh!  nnuuhh!"
   "SAY IT!"
   " - c-c-cuunt!  ow!  ow!  uww!  cunt!"
   "Good girl - that's a good girl -"
   He pushed his thumb into her and pushed the tip of his index finger up
her asshole watching her wriggle and whine, kissing her mouth and her eyes,
biting the sides of her neck, licking her arms, enjoying the taste of his
tender victim.
   Cassie tasted vaguely like cinnamon - cinammon and lillies.
   "I'm gonna break you, Cassie," he whispered in her little ears as he
tongued them and nibbled on them, bit into the lobes hard to make her
squeal.
   "I'm gonna break you good."
   And he yanked his fingers out of her leaving her sobbing as he stood,
pushed the chair away, and went across the room to the crate by the wall.
   When he returned he had the solder gun.  An electrical cord led from the
base of the gun's handle back to an outlet near the crate and the metal tip
was already glowing and smouldering.
   He stood over her for a moment as she stared up at him crying, her lips
quaking as she saw the weapon in his hand.  She had no idea what it was but
she could see the white plume of smoke rising from it and her captor's
intent was all too obvious.  His eyes were mean now - scary - worse than
before - and his upper lip twisted upward in a hateful snarl.
   "Noooo!" she wailed.  "Pleeeease - don't hurt meeeeee, mister -
pleeease!"
   He could still taste her on his tongue - definitely cinnamon -
definitely lillies.
   Wordless, he took up the slack end of the suspension cord that was
linked to the pulley in the ceiling beam and he hoisted Cassie effortlessly
up.  Like an angel ascending, her tiny feet - those precious little
tootsies he wanted so badly to destroy - left the floor.  Off the ground,
the little bitch hung by her wrists, legs wide apart on the wooden broom
handle.  He allowed the pulley to lock when her small blonde head was level
with his, her wriggling toes nearly four feet from the floorboards.  She
was like a little Christmas-Angel ornament hung on a high branch of the
yuletide tree.
   Then he moved in.
   " - pleeeease!  pleeeeease!" she yowled hoarsely.
   "Now you're gonna find out what torture is, you little scumbag."
   He took a firm grip of her left shoulder and brought the tip of the
solder gun to her right arm just below the elbow, his finger already
squeezing the red trigger.
   The metal hissed as it torched the child's pink skin and she recoiled
and tried to swing herself away shrieking wildly.
   He held her in place and only pushed the metal deeper into her armskin
studying the expression of inhuman suffering on her cute impish face.
   Pulling the gun off her for a moment he gave her a moment of respite.
   But only the briefest moment, enough to shift his grip to her hair,
taking a fistful of her blonde mane and pushing the super-heated tip now
against her arm higher up near the wrist, sinking his teeth into her other
arm just above the shoulder, pressing his incisors into the child's meat,
feeling the muscles and tendons shift, sensing the hard bone underneath as
she screamed and kicked her bound spread-apart legs pointlessly in the air.
   He bit her hard and scraped the solder gun tip slowly down the full
lenghth of her arm, leaving a bright red burn-trail, her hands clenched
into fists above her head, her face flushed in bright manic agony.
   Growling like a mad dog he bit harder until his teeth gouged her skin
and he tasted her fresh warm blood.  Hair bristled on the back of his neck
as deep sadistic pleasure swept through him.  By then he'd dragged the gun
tip all the way down to her armpit and he was pushing it into the tender
meat there watching her screaming face, the smoke rising up from her burned
flesh, deafened by her high pitched keening.
   He sneered, snorted, unclamped his teeth from her arm and moved the
solder gun slowly across her chest, released her hair to watch her shake
her head wildly.
   "Take it -" he snarled hoarsely.  "Take it - ahhh - suffer - yeahh -
yeahh suffer - hurt - yeah - yeah - yeah -"
   Grabbing her right leg by the ankle he pushed the tip of the solder gun
into the sole of her foot and held it there as she yowled and wiggled
helplessly, until smoke wafted upward from the charred flesh.
   Pushing the tip against the side of her thigh he moved it up her
struggling body, slowly, ever so slowly, torture-burning his baby
slaughter-pup.  He worked his way up the side of her belly and then stood
there, carefully tracing the welldelineated contours of Cassie's rib-cage
with the blazing metal tip, drooling, his eyes half-slitted, his pupils
fully dilated.  His whole body tingled and his prick swelled hotbloodedly.
This was new.  This was deep.  Deeper than anything he'd ever felt.  The
screaming tot, so incredibly, amazingly pitiful, her screaming suffering
countenance...  He leaned forward to lick up the droplet of blood (cinnamon
sweet) that slid down from the bite wound he'd left on her arm and she
screamed and keened in his ear and her hot breath buffeted his cheek and he
smiled and bit her again, changing the pitch of her cries, pushing the
solder gun now into the upside down V between her ribs just above her
abdomen, wanting to push it past her soft skin and into her diaphragm but
holding himself in check just to burn her, and prod her and hurt her with
unimaginable sadistic enjoyment.
   She belonged to him completely now in this empty cavernous room with no
one to see or pass judgement.  Nothing could bar him from quenching his
sick hunger, his rapacious appetite - so small and vulnerable - so sweetly
(cinnamon and lillies) tasting - wide-mouthed in horror and terror - this
naked screaming terror of a child so pure and simple that it made his balls
ache.  So he bit her again and harder, down just below the armpit now as he
teased her little nipples with the soldering gun which hissed with each
kiss of dark tan-pink flesh.  No.  Absolutely no one to stop him from this
fathomlessly demonic act.  He was free to enjoy her and enjoy her slowly,
voraciously, biting her again now on her flank, between hip and shoulder,
hard vicious canine bites.  She hung trapped for him, helpless beyond all
helplessness.
   "Mmmhhggrr!  Grrawrrr!" he growled biting her and now pushing the gun
tip hard into her tiny belly button so that she howled and kicked her small
bound legs and wiggled her burned foot which brushed against his rock-hard
cock eliciting shockwaves of pleasure.
   None of the adult women, not even the twelve year old filly he'd
butchered in Gainesville had taken him this deep into forbidden territory.
   He was crossing into an unexplored place inside himself and the drinking
of her innocent cinnamon blood was transporting him.
   His genital sacs hung heavily, overfull, overheated.
   He was one step from some agonized metamorphosis, he could feel the dark
throttling scurrying animalistic presence inside him about to overtake him
- a sinuous primal thing now expanding, sending strong ripples of quaking
strength through his arms and legs and up his spine.
   He could see the thing he was becoming, and feel it, and sense its sharp
bestial stink.  His teeth ached as they became sharp tusks inside his mouth
and a foul taste mixed with the child's blood and he bit her harder and
rejoiced in her shrieks of horror.
   His incisors were longer and they sank deeper and he grinned, his
mouthful of Cassie's flesh.
   She sensed it too, hurting and screaming for him, her mind on the edge
of total breakdown.
   - The becoming In the room the air seemed to vibrate hotly.
   Hard reptilian scales began to erupt from his skin all over his body.
   He was being caressed by tongues of invisible flame and he roared and
licked up Cassie's dripping bite wounds and sank his teeth into her side
and gripped her hair and thrust the solder gun tip against her pretty
little thighs tracing burn lines all over her dancing legs.
   He was totally losing it - not Tom Waverly - not Dan the Knife Man.
   This thing was beyond that.
   It was in another register - in another stratospheric region where he
could no longer breathe as a man.
   He - It - was a female-killing entity.
   He had ceased being human and he loved it.
   There was no guilt or sin now.  Nothing to slow him down.
   Just him and the little victim, brought there, hung there for him by the
man he had ceased to be - an offering - twitching and sobbing in crazed
terror as the lizard-man, dark-slimy and scaly, growled and stood before
her, holding the solder gun up in one claw and staring at her through
yellow slitted eyes in a wolfish tusk-toothed face.
   Her legs, foot, belly and titties were smouldering still from the burn
tracks he'd left on them.
   "Sufferrrrr -" it growled meanly.  "Hurrtt - you little fuckkkkkk -"
   And he thrust the solder gun tip right into her bald little pussy mound.
   "EEEiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii - mmmmuuhhmmiiieeeeee!" she shrieked throwing her
little head back, her green eyes wide, terror-blown.
   He gripped her by her bitten shoulder and carefully, methodically
explored the anatomy of her small hairless cunt with the hot metal tip
bending down to look at it closely as he burned it, smelling the burning
childmeat, licking his drooling lips and gleaming tusks, wanting to devour
the perfectly formed heart-shaped vulva, the tender lips swollen red from
his attentions now singed, withered, (like burning lily petals) - Cassie's
legs tautly stretching as the pain seized her like a pit bull, she wailing
spastically, her feet arched, her arms rippling, as he touched the inner
folds of the immature sex organ with the weapon making it hiss and
smoulder, making the child piss herself, her lemony squirts spurting
against his claw and scale-covered wrist and arm, making steam sizzle off
the red metal.  And he moved slowly around his captive trailing the tip
around her waist and now back between her little butt-buns, down, down
slowly to the anal aperture between her bound-apart legs saying: " - yeahh
- ahh - yeahhh - burnn - gonna burnn your goddamnnn little asssssss!  -
burnn!  burnnn -" as he pushed, gently, but firmly, pushed the hot killing
tip right into her soft little shithole.
   And she burned so pretty for him, all stiff and hurting, all screamy and
squealy and trembling, her little hands splayed prayerfully - so like a
captured hummingbird He went on burning her little girl asshole for long
interminable minutes, gouging into the soft meat, making her piss herself
again and shit little brown squirts mixed with charred blood down her
quivering legs.
   Then he put the gun down on the ground.
   He wanted to feel his cock where the metal had just burned, to sense
childmeat still blistering hot against his prick head.
   He seized the take-up rope and lowered the suspended child down a couple
of feet to facilitate the penetration.
   When he grabbed her little asscheeks to pry them open, standing behind
his dangling victim, he marvelled at how his physique had changed.  He was
covered with slick green-hued scales now, a mesh of hard yet flexible
plaque had replaced his human skin.  His hands had become primitive claws
with long sharp nails that cut tiny lines in Cassie's flesh as he seized
her smooth little rump.
   He moaned as he pushed up against her, and noticed that his prick was
now a thick gun-metal-gray tentacle of flesh, almost as long as a
policeman's billy club, with a pink reddish tip.
   "Nuuwwwwhhh!" she groaned as she felt the thick shaft tip prod into her
burned shithole.  "P-pleeeeeeeezze - owwhhh!  Owwwww!"
   With a sound that was a mixture of a growl and and a dogsnarl he thrust
hard into Cassie's little asshole breaking into the helpless dangling child
once again, sinking his teeth into the back of her neck as he began to jam
himself as far as he could in the impossibly tight aperture his claws
gripping her hips stubbornly, his tentacle sliding upward dryly and
unjustly into his little animal bitch, his balls swaying as he jacknifed
into her with sudden jolts, going up on his toes to slam himself in.
   The child's supertight asshole was a thousand times sweeter than her
cunt had been - especially all hot from the burning - it exceeded all his
expectations.
   He scratched long clawcuts down her back and sides and again gripped her
hips to plunder and violate her.
   The inhuman cruelty of the reptilian predator was unstoppable.  It was
rabidly hungry and it needed so much...
   He reached up and strangled her from behind as he sodomized her.
   He clung to her little body and rammed the full lenght of his bestial
tentacle into her gouging out her intestines.
   He kidney punched the little girl and reached around to stuff his clawed
fingers in her burned baby cooze.
   Punching, clawing, biting he was still becoming, still evolving, using
his screaming innocent to catapult himself into the deepest black
turbulence.  Her small female body was helping him achieve what he wanted
to be, what his inner demons had been leading him to from the beginning -
since the day of his first kill outside the bar that wintry night.  Cassie
was nothing but fuel for his fire.  Sweet screaming pretty little cunt,
Cassie Holliday was paying the price - feeding the beast.  Little cunt
Cassie.  Her last hours of horror beyond any human justice or reckoning,
fading as he choked the life from her, revived into a dazed world of pain
and choked senseless again over and over, butt-raped, punched, scratched,
pounded, violated and beautifully used.
   Now (as ever) he needed more.
   He needed to break the little lamb.
   He slid out of her, leaving hanging there inertly, she gasping, sobbing
as he returned to the crate moving across the room ape-like, slouching, his
long arms trailing his claws along the floor, clawed feet scratching the
dirty boards.
   She could not bear to look at the demonic thing he had become and she
hung her head, eyes shut tightly.
   She coughed, choked, wheezed, shiny tendrils of snot dripping from her
pert little nose.
   He came back to her with the strand of metal chain dangling from one
claw, the other claw busy at the root of gray tentacle mass that boomed
from his crotch.  The sensation of his nails raking his genitals was mind
blowing and he teased himself this way as he circled the suspended victim.
   "Cassssieeee -" he growled hoarsely.
   It was a demonic sound, subterranean, ugly, unrecognizable as anything
even remotely human.
   "Cassssieeee - gonna breakkk you - gonna breakk you, Casssieeee..."
   "Noooooo -" she sobbed, shaking her little head.  "Nooooo - no - no - no
-"
   She could hear the chain dragging over the floorboards but she would not
open her eyes to see what was causing the strange noise that continued to
circle her.  She did not want to look into those glaring bright-yellow
demon eyes that thirsted for her blood.  She hurt all over and bled and
sobbed.
   "...gonna breakkk you, you filthy little weasel - breakkk you - little
shitttttt..."
   Then he stopped circling.  He stood calmly, finding his center of
gravity, new to him in this bestial anatomy, the chain heavy in his grip.
   His long pink tongue slithered noisily over his tusks and lips.  His
drool spattered on the floor between his clawed feet.
   The overhead lightbulbs cast shadows of his mutated anatomy across the
floor and walls.
   He was standing right in front of his target.
   He waited.
   Finally, trembling in the impending silence, she opened her eyes and
raised her head to look at the thing standing before her in the yellow
electric glow.
   Her mouth yawned wide as she cried out with panicked horror and he swung
the chain hard across the middle of her body.
   The chain made a beefy sound as it impacted the small body of the child.
It swept up and around and embraced her and snapped meanly against one
shoulderblade as she wailed.  As he tugged it from her it spun her halfway
around before falling heavily to the floor.  It clattered over the
floorboards as the snake-man drew it back and raised it to slash it hard
across his little captive's hips.  The rusty inch-long links whooshed
around and thunkked into Cassie's burn-streaked belly winding her.  Before
she could draw breath and as she hung twisting in the air, sputtering,
wide-mouthed he let her have the heavy slashing metal across her
burn-marred legs, leaving purple-red welts and darkening bruises as he
moved up her body.  After five shattering strokes she found her breath
again and keened and pleaded and sobbed with her killer-captor as the chain
whumped against her chest and cracked her ribs.  Harder he swung and the
links flew up around her bitten shoulders, wrapped and whizzed up into her
face and popped the bridge of her nose in a rosy spurt of blood.  The cry
drawn by that blow was specially high-pitched and a hot tremor ran through
his swollen genitals as he roared triumphantly glaring at his suffering
bloody-faced waif.  He swung again with even more vicious intent across her
small legs and on the sixth swing he cracked one of her knees - on the
seventh two flailing links cracked the tender bones at the top of her foot
and she shrieked and jerked frenetically, raised her bound legs, kicking
wildly, the whipping chain catching on the spreader bar and catapulting
heavy metal links against her burned pussy.  As he yanked the chain back
she spun completely around and he aimed his murderous assault across the
back of the suspended child's body slashing across her round burn-scrawled
little butt, remembering how she'd looked running in and out of the
sprinkler water that morning - although human memory was already failing
him, being replaced by some kind of droning insectile instinct - and he
punished her heartlessly, whipping the massive chain across her back with
slicing blows that threatened to crack her spine.  One sharp blow sent a
metal link snapping against the rear of her skull, knocking her almost
unconscious.  Another swooshed across her arms, snapping one elbow and
almost dislocating the child's limb.  As he pounded the chain into her left
flank she began choking and coughing violently, vomiting a mixture of bile,
blood and spittle.  She then tossed her head back gasping for air,
red-faced as he went on pitilessly chainflogging her.  He beat her hard
hoping the blows would inflict serious internal injuries that would
increase Cassie's pain and begin the long slow slaughter process but he
didn't want her to pass out and when she showed every sign of doing so he
let up and dropped the chain to the floor.
   His snakebody was powerfully energized.  It seemed his new scaly flesh
could actually sense the vibrations coming from the beaten child.  He
dropped down on one knee and ran his hands up her whipped legs.  She
whimpered and trembled as he squeezed her broken knee and burned
chain-welted foot, stroked her bleeding welts, looking up at her, his
yellow eye-slits registering even the heat frequencies coming off her flesh
- Her tears rained on his face, his long tongue now forked, poking through
his tusked mandibles to lick up the salty spray of her purest suffering.
   Taking a hold of her by her narrow-hipped waist he rose slightly to
nuzzle her burned and bloody babycunt.  His tusks grazed her lower belly,
nipped at her, nibbled at the tortured labia and bit her upper thighs and
he swooned at the taste of her pulsing blood.
   Little girl blood.
   He had to fuck her again.
   He reached for the knife and cut her legs free of the spreader bar. 
Then, rising slowly, the knife in his claw making him dizzy with power,
making him want to just carve Cassie to bits, he reached up and cut her
free of the suspending ropes.
   Her little arms collapsed about his thick neck and her legs
instinctively went around his hips and her face fell against his scaly
shoulder.  Her warm body cuddled weakly against him and she sobbed softly,
quivered, her small pleading voice expelling breath against his chin.  She
hugged her killer with the simple giving heartfelt need of a broken child.
She wanted the monster to stop hurting her and knew no other way than
surrendering entirely.  The feel of her soft skin marred by the vicious
burning and beating against his reptilian torso was deliriously erotic and
he growled as he put the knife down on the wooden chair and took a hold of
the grotesque appendage between his legs to place the bulbous head right up
against her burned bitten bloody babytwat.
   "Noo, pleeease!" she whimpered knowing what was coming.  "Pleeease I'll
be goood - I promise - I'll be good - so good - pleeeease - never do
anything bad again - never - pleeease?  Let me go home to my momma.  Let me
go home to my momma.  I want momma - mummieeeee!?"
   He seemed to grin, although the shape of his face was no longer human -
the becoming was entering another stage now as he gripped the child's neck
in one hand and pushed his penile organ up into her, moving toward the
stucco wall to slam her up against it as he stuffed her screaming body " -
muuhhh-mmiieeeeee!!"
   "Uhhh!" he grunted fiercely.  "Take what's comin' to you.  Take it take
it - stinking little weasel - fucking bitchhhh -" - the becoming was a
roaring pressure in his head - a burning all along his spine as sharp
spiked horns ripped through his scaly back and shoulders.  Cassie screamed
as her small sexhole expanded impossibly to accomodate the monstrous thing
that now became longer with bony barbs sprouting along its length.
   He banged her against the wall snapping the two ribs that the
chain-whipping had fractured.  Her arms and legs still clung to him
helplessly and he fucked her mercilessly, slaughter-fucked his infant
captive, blood-banged the wailing human puppy, the savage mindless rape
taking him to the next bizarre stage of the metamorphoses.  He angled his
head down to kiss her and stifle her screams in his foul breath and he bit
her lips and licked at her broken little nose and the taste of her sent
wild sparks of pleasure all through him.
   Grabbing her small thighs he held her legs split wide open and
bangfucked her, thrusting his hips with savage rhythm against her small
frame, sending his long forked tongue down her throat, choking her, ramming
her, killfucking her.
   With each inthrust of the snakeman's powerful hips Cassie's squeals
shifted up an octave and her lungs, compressed in her chest, would give
out, each cry stopped at its highest point as her welted burn-lined back
was crushed against the stucco wall.
   " - goddamn
   - little
   - weasel
   - fuckkkkk..." the snakeman grunted with each pounding slam.
   " - goddamn
   - miserable
   - little
   - scumbaggg
   - bbittchhhhhh!!"
   Cassie's head bounced between the powerful chest of her attacker and the
hard wall behind her like a ping-pong ball - she wheezed - her lips
bubbling with spit-foam - then with sudden passionate anger, the killer
wrapped his claws around her throat and lifted her up off his cock and
choked her in midair, her eyes nearly popping out of her head, her tongue
lolling - he held her up there for almost a minute and then just dropped
her and she fell to the floor inertly and crumpled into a fetal position at
his clawed feet on the dirty floor.
   Powerful waves of energy moved through the entity that had once been Tom
Waverly and then Dan the Knife Man -
   - bursts of pure plasmic force - inexorable, numinous, blinding He
reeled dizzily as he felt the demonic transformation reaching its final
stages, his cock now stretching to an impossible six foot length, his
canine tusks as big as tiger teeth - the nails on the end of his claws
stretching out like steel needles.
   He growled and looked down at his prey.
   He wanted and needed so much more from her.
   So much more.
   And he was gonna get it.
   3.
   The snakeman dragged the semi-conscious child by her burned foot across
the floorboards toward the rear of the large room.  There, hidden behind a
stack of empty cardboard boxes which he pushed aside, was a heavy padlocked
wooden door.
   He reached up and got a small key from the beveled edge of the frame
above the door.  He was infuriated by how difficult it was to maneuver the
key in his clawed extremity because he was eager to get on with the child's
destruction, but he finally opened the lock, swung the door open and
dragged his hapless victim into the musty dark.
   He switched on a buzzing fluorescent lamp in the ceiling and a weird
whitish glow filled the windowless chamber.
   The room smelled of old rotting wood.  There was nothing there but the
thing directly underneath the fluorescent light - a large, adult-sized
newly built wooden cross which stood inside a metal base box bolted to the
floor.  And on the wall across from the door there was a rickety wooden
table with a kerosene lamp on it.  The lamp's glass cover was missing and a
blackened wick rose up from its center.
   After dragging the child into the room and leaving her on the floor
whimpering dazedly the snakeman went to the heavy cross, lifted it with
considerable effort from its base and laid it on the floor.  Then he went
to Cassie, lifted her in his arms, carried her to the cross and laid her
upon it, stretching her arms out on the crossbeam.
   She allowed him to handle her without struggle, unresponsive.
   He went to the rickety table and opened a matchbook to strike up a flame
and light the kerosene lamp.  The smell of the lamp quickly drifted up into
the room overpoweringly.  From the table, the killer took a metall mallet
and several nine inch spike nails.  Then he returned to the broken beaten
child lying on the cross.
   She heard his clawed feet moving on the creaking floorboards.
   Going down on one knee he placed the tip of the first nail against the
palm of Cassie's pretty little hand.
   Her face had been turned in the opposite direction but the sensation of
the cold prickly metal against her palm made her swing her head slowly
around, her eyes slowly focusing on the long nail the monster had placed
against her helpless limb.
   Before she could realize what was happening the killer raised the steel
mallet high above his head and with one pounding blow he drove the spike
right through the child's hand smashing through muscle and bone and
securing her arm firmly to the wood.
   With a broken cry Cassie rolled off the cross and bent toward the
wounded limb trying to pry herself free.
   Effortlessly, his tusked mouth sneering, the snakeman took her by the
wrist of her unfettered arm and drew her back on to the cross, placed one
scaly knee on her shoulder, this being her broken arm, the joint swollen
dark purple, the little cunt screaming her guts out in mortal agony, and
her killer pounded another spike into the free hand securing it forever to
the wood she would die on.
   The thing that had once been human lifted the cross with the child
nailed upon it and placed it in the metal base.
   Hung awkwardly by her arms, the child was forced to keep herself from
sagging on the vertical cross by wrapping her legs around the horizontal
beam.  This effort caused her broken knee and foot, both on the right,
which were already swollen almost violet, to send shooting pains all
through her quivering sweating little body.
   For a while the snakeman watched her struggle up there, watched her
gasping for air, trying to keep herself from sliding downward, her other
foot, the burned one, leaving smudgy trails on the wood.  He watched the
struggle take a toll on her, his yellow eyes wickedly observant,
unblinking, as her movements became less urgent and her legs began to give
away and she began to choke, her pretty green eyes lost as she looked up
into the flourescent lamplight.
   Little chicky wicky - he thought disconnectedly - the words senseless in
his transformed primal brain.
   The killer's reptilian tentacle flailed slowly like a demon's tail and
throbbed and expanded, the ridges of reddish bone-barbs bursting up all
over its greenish surface.
   Chicky wicky - chicky wicky - chicky wicky His actions were no longer
directed by any kind of human thought or decision-making consciousness.  He
was being guided by an obscene inhuman need, as mindless as a slug.
   Slowly he approached Cassie.
   He took her ankles in his clawed hands and lifted her legs up and wide.
   Standing nearly three feet from her he was still able to guide the
enormous fucktool, which was now nearly seven feet long up, longer in fact
than his whole body, into the hairless ravaged babysex of his crucified
victim.  It was a bizarre sensation for him, but inmensely and unspeakably
delicious as he discoverd the new muscles that guided that thick brutish
trunk of reptilian flesh, bulbed-headed and bone-barbed, to move upward and
press into the squirming little bitch animal on the cross.  His claws
crushed her ankles, snapping first one and then the other like matchsticks
as she shrieked, her head popping back against the wooden beam with a
thump. "YEa-ahhh - ahhhh," he growled watching the tentacle climb into
Cassie's body, filling her out, her belly bulging as the bulbed head gouged
up against the twisted mass of her intestines and her immature uterus
inside.  He looked up at her face and watched the horror and pain stretch
and distort her angelic features as he pressed hard, pressed killingly up
into her, pressed against the resisting tissue walls, blood streaming from
her gouged babymuff and from her little pisshole.  She squealed like a
stuck pig and pleaded with the monster, her teary green eyes searching the
inhuman yellow slits in vain for mercy.  His tusks gleamed as his mouth
gaped in slack sexual bliss.  A few more power thrusts and he would be in
her guts...Blood trickled from her nailed hands up on the cross...He leaned
forward and sunk his long fangs into her shoulder right through skin muscle
and bone crunching and cracking...
   Then he hesitated.
   Remembering.
   He slid out of Cassie slowly, his barbed tentacle ripping her up on the
way out making her jerk and bump and grind and shriek up on the cross, her
nailed hands clutching and spurting blood her tiny feet thumping against
the wood as he dropped her broken legs.
   On the rickety table - the six inch long stainless steel needles The
snakeman knew they were there.  In the convoluted consciousness that was
once human memories and images still hung together.  The needles and the
burning kerosene flame - they were part of the Knife Man's plan - and the
plan must be carried through - the little piece of trash should be made to
pay as high a price as possible - There were the needles and the pliars. 
And there was the short strand of barbed wire on the floor next to the
table.
   One by one the snakeman held each of the long needles in the grip of the
pliars heating them over the kerosene lamp until they glowed.  Then he
moved back across the room to his prisioner on the cross to push them
slowly into her innocent flesh.  He buried the first two in her upper
thighs slowly, his claw maneuvering the pliars firmly, planting the shafts
of agony in Cassie's girlmeat, driving one pin all the way through the
wailing child's leg and the other down into the broken kneecap.  He sank
the next two with agonizing precision into her hip bones, one on each side,
holding her steady, keeping her against the cross as she babbled and
drooled and started to pass out from the pain.
   "Don't faint you little ccunnttt," he growled staring up at her as he
pushed the fifth pin into her ribcage between two of the broken bones.
   "Ghhwuggh!" she gasped.  "Muhhmmieee - ddahhddiee - pl-pleeze -
wa-wawanna g-go home -g-go h-home - huhh -huhh - aaaauwwwghhhh - "
   " - don't you fuckin' ffaint on me -"
   - the hot piercing metal seared through her skin and pushed into her
lung with a soft gushy pop.  Red bubbles frothed up from her around the
penetrating pin and she gasped and coughed as her lung collapsed "Grrwwhh!"
the snakeman growled.  " - Feeeel it - Feeel the hhurttt!"
   He stepped back, stroked himself, moved to the table.
   Her little head sagged weakly as he approached with the sixth pin.
   His claw reached up to lift her bloody broken-nosed face by her chin.
   He pushed the hot steel through her cheek carefully.
   The sharp smoking tip hissed against the silky flesh and sank inward
bending the flesh concavely into the space between her teeth as she groaned
weakly and opened her eyes wide.
   "Yessssss -" the snakeman hissed.  " - ssoo beautiful - so ffuccking
beautiful."
   Slowly he pushed the pin all the way through her face and mouth until it
came out on the other side.
   Cassie drooled blood and bawled unintelligibly and coughed sobbed and
choked.
   The snakeman then returned to the rickety table and picked up the strand
of barbed wire from the floor by one end with the pliars to dangle it over
the dancing kerosene flame.
   Behind him, bathed in the pure white fluorescent light, Cassie suffered.
   Her suffering was pure and unequivocal and there was so much life energy
in her that she did not pass out, her petite body forced to live through
the agonizing torture, to experience each subtle shading of torment - the
burns and welts on her flesh - the horrible bites - the broken arm, legs,
ankles and ribs - a ruptured spleen - gouged out and burned out vagina and
anus - a ruptured bladder - the pins in her legs and hips and the one in
her collapsed lung - the pin in her face.
   Had a team of experienced ER doctors been able to get the five year old
into a trauma room at some major city hospital or medical center right then
she might have survived the ordeal.  She was a strong little animal, one
whose organism clung to life tenaciously.  But there would be no medical
help for the dying innocent's mind.  Even if the doctors had been able to
rescue her body her mind and soul were shattered beyond all repair.  She
was a breath away from catatonic withdrawal.  Her suffering at the hands of
the man and then the monster the man had become had pushed her beyond all
tolerable limits of sanity and her naive child mind accustomed to a
non-violent, anesthetic world of caring adults, children's books and
television programs had shattered like fine porcelain flung against a brick
wall.  The male agressor had fucked her up beyond all repair, he'd raped
and trashed her vulnerable spirit as well as her physical being.  That had
been his clear intention all along and now all that remained was the
consummation of the Knife Man's most hideous designs.
   He turned and came for her, the strand of barbed wire dangling on the
end of the pliars, a spiraling strand of smoke rising from the hot metal.
   She saw him come and did not understand any longer, her beautiful green
eyes only seeing, only accepting, as she drooled blood and formed senseless
words.
   She belonged to him completely now and knew it.
   The monster owned her.
   He stretched up on his clawed toes before her began to wind the barbed
wire around her little head.
   He didn't fully understand why this needed to be so in his reptilian
mind but the suffering baby queen needed to be crowned before the final
pleasure-reward could be taken.  Somehow he knew that the man he had once
been had intended the crowning when he'd placed the strand of wire beside
the table in the windowless room.  A vague image of a crucified Christ
flickered nonsensically in the snakeman's consciousness.  He didn't know
why but the image sent chills of heat through his engorged tentacle.
   The hot metal sizzled against Cassie's pink skin, singed her blonde
hair, and she tried to move away but he held her by the neck, choking her,
leaning his weight into her, pressing her into the cross, as he wrapped the
wire crown tight around her skull making the barbs pierce into her scalp.
Long lines of blood moved down her face, spilled over her eyes and off her
cheeks and down her little neck as he stepped back letting her breathe
again, each breath a hot hellish torment for the dying child.
   The image of the crucified wire-crowned virgin innocent drew an
involuntary flow of pre-cum from his barbed tentacle cock-head.
   He now moved up to her, breathing fast, his temples pounding, his forked
tongue lapping at his blood-rimmed tusks as he raised his throbbing
tentacle into her ravaged little asshole.
   "Uwh - uwh - uwh -" she groaned.
   "Now -" he growled softly.  "Uhhh - yeahhh - now - now -"
   Again he pushed his massive fuckshaft upward into Cassie's suffering
body.
   Again he came to a place of resistance, now slightly different in
texture from his frontal assault but this time he was relentless, growling
and snarling, going up on his clawed toes, gripping the child's legs and
holding them up, wide open, by her broken ankles, pushing the limbs even
further apart, impossibly and unreasonably apart until her pin-pierced hips
snapped and she shrieked with new pain.  And inside the resistance yielded,
as his killing tentacle ripped through her colon and small intestine and
gouged through her stomach and up into her esophagus as she choked and
gasped and hung her barbed wire crowned head weakly and chucked up blood
and bits of gutmeat.
   "Kill," he growled.  "Kill - kill - kill - kill - kill - kill - kill -
kill -"
   It was like a mantra, soft, hushed, prayerful.
   " - kill - kill - kill - kill -"
   He swelled up into her, slid upwards toward her head, all of him, all of
that thick grey-fleshed barb-sprouting mass, a killing impaling fuck - the
head of his tentacle bulging out Cassie's little neck and coming up into
her mouth through her throat hole.  He could actually see it glistening in
there, blood smeared, and he snarled victoriously.  He was all the way in
her.  All the way through her and the prickhead's progress out her gasping
lips was now checked only by the pin he'd driven through her cheeks.  His
meat pressed up against the metal blockage as Cassie cough-wheezed, went
pale, her eyes rolling back in her head.
   Not far to go, chicky wicky.
   He reached up and took the end of the pin in his claw to draw it out of
her face and toss it aside and almost immediately his cockhead erupted
through the child's gaping lips as he pushed completely through her.  She
shuddered and her barbed wire crowned head slammed back against the cross
as his monster prick emerged and rose from her little mouth dislocating her
jaw painfully.
   "Uhnnhhh!  AH-Ahhhhhh!" the snakeman shouted.
   A hot spurt of blue scum erupted from the slit on the end of the
tentacle cock and spattered the fluorescent lamp above the crucified child.
Two more spurts shot upward and dropped back down to spatter her face and
eyes blinding her and burning her skin.  Then a thick flow of plasmic jism
oozed from the primordial appendage and leaked down into Cassie's distended
mouth and pierced cheeks to roll down her chest and belly.
   She shuddered and shook again epilectically as the snakeman's claws
slammed into her chest and his nails gouged and pierced into her skin.
   "R-Raaaawwwwggggrrrrrrraaaa!!!" he roared and gripping skin and bone he
tore Cassie's rib cage open, cracking her apart effortlessly as she sagged
on the cross.  He angled his head down to thrust his tongue into the hot
simmering organs inside the dying child.  He could see her distended
tentacle-full esophagus ripped from its moorings inside her and her beating
heart and her collapsed lung like a deflated plastic bag as blood red and
then bluish spattered his evil face.
   He drank and drank from her.
   With some effort he slid back and pulled his tentacle from the nearly
dead victim.
   Taking up the steel mallet and one remaining spike he brought her
dangling broken legs together and slammed the nail through both limbs
fastening her now to the cross permanently, shattering both shin bones with
one violent blow.
   The dying little bitch animal cunt bled copiously.  Blood rolled down
the wooden beam and pooled in the floor.  Spurts of it shot from her gaping
lips and from the long torn gash in the middle of her chest.
   The snakebeast was hungry.
   It went out to the larger room and came back with the knife.
   Cinnamon and lillies it thought perversely - cinnamon and lillies.
   Amazingly, Cassie was still alive, still able to look down from the
cross and see the monster slice off each of her tiny toes, able to feel the
searing sharp cut of Dan the Knife Man's hunting blade around each little
digit and watch him toss the morsels of mutilated meat back into his mouth
to eat.
   She could still feel - she still posessed sensation as he cut her feet
off her one at a time - her pretty little feet - she now nailed by leg
stumps to the cross as the snakeman growled and tore into girlflesh sinking
his tusks into toeless footmeat.
   Cinnamon and lillies.
   He stabbed into her legs and cut out pieces of her and she still was
living.
   He was eating her alive and her insides were leaking out of her, long
intestinal strands oozing from the gash in the front of her body and from
the torn gash that had been her anal aperture.
   He seized one of the little gray gut streamers and tugged on it,
snarling as the victim writhed in mortal torment.
   The last thing Cassie saw was the monster pulling her insides out of her
like the gray stuffings from a Raggedy Ann doll...  then fading darkness
began to envelop her.  Her head arched back and her aching eyes looked into
the white glow of the fluorescent lamp spattered with the blue acrid slime
that coated most of her face.
   "M-mmuhhhmmmiee -" she gasped, shook, tensed and then sagged in death,
her head snapping down in a flurry of tangled blonde mane strands.
   EPILOGUE
   The snakeman went on feeding for a while cutting and tearing into the
girlmeat until what was left up on the cross was more of a gory mess than a
lovely child named Cassie Ann that had once played in the cool spray of a
lawn sprinkler.
   Some final physical morphing took place while the tentacled animal ate
and when he was finished he turned and ambled from the room.
   He struggled with the key and the lock then leaving the warehouse he
went out into the night, instinctually avoiding the lights of the highway,
opting instead for the stagnant darkness of the swamp.
   He knew eventually someone would come and find Tom Waverly's ID in the
clothing and the driver's license in the Cherokee and they would find the
rotting meat that had once been an innocent child on the cross in the back
room.
   The DNA would eventually establish Cassandra Ann Holliday's identity.
   He knew all this in a different way than the human mind had known it but
knew it nevertheless.
   They would label whoever had slaughtered her a predator and they would
look for him.
   But they would be looking for a human being, for Tom Waverly.  They had
no way of knowing what he had become and as long as he kept to the shadows
they might never find him.
   He would go on hunting for female meat, which now would be his only
sustenance.
   He would sneak up in the darkness of the towns and countryside and take
what he needed - his pleasure and his nourishment - and move on.
   Perhaps one day they might catch up to him.  That was certainly
possible.
   But what could they do other than kill him.
   There would be no trial.
   No one would bring this gruesome thing he had become into a court of law
before a jury of his peers anymore than they would put a shark on trial for
biting off a little boy's arm.
   No.  He was beyond that now.  Way fucking beyond that.
   There was no guilt, no sin, no law.
   He was beyond law.  Beyond sin.  Beyond responsibility and guilt.
   He was now what he'd always needed to be and they could no longer try
him in a human court, judge him by the laws Tom Waverly, or any other human
entity, lived.
   Tom Waverly had once wanted to be a lawyer and failed and eventually he
had become the Knife Man.
   The Knife Man had ultimately become inhuman - or superhuman.
   The transformation - the becoming - was complete.
   The virgin blood had fueled it.
   The night belonged to the snakeman womankiller as Cassie's soul belonged
to him, as the souls of all his kills, past and future, belonged to him.
   Now he was eternally free.
   He pushed with clawed limbs through a tangle of trees into a marshy
clearing.
   The moon hung in the sky like a yellow smudge.
   He looked down at his glimmering blood-smeared scaly body and he let out
a savagely gleeful triumphant roar.
   Then he scampered away into the tall grass and headed toward a distant
clump of pines at the edge of the swamp.
   WOODBURN