TBRANNAN@SIUCVMB.SIU.EDU (Timothy S. Brannan)

Requiem for the Darkone. (FF, MF, Goth, Rape, Snuff, Revenge)

This story is my answer to the "DARKONE" story line that had been popping
up recently on a.s.s. It deals with "Jack" the slave trader and his slave,
come cohort "Linda", plus it also includes a character from the first
installment.

It takes place after the second installment of that story line.  Enjoy.

Note : an63640@anon.penet.fi, has no fore knowledge of this posting anymore
       than you would.  But since a.) There are no copyrights on the story,
       either inferred or implied.  b.) Another person posted his version of
       original story line.  c.) The author (an63640@anon.penet.fi) is tardy
       with installment 3 and 4, I thought I would add my two cents.
       ** THIS IS NOT A FLAME!  THIS IS JUST ANOTHER STORY I THOUGHT PEOPLE **
       ** MIGHT LIKE TO SEE ANOTHER POINT OF VIEW TO THIS TYPE OF STORY.    **

Note2: Personally I don't like rape, non-consensual sex, or killings.  But
       some do (my wife) and that is fine by me, I know how to ignore a post.
       Imagine then my surprise when I read "The Darkone".  Besides I also
       thought the protagonist of the story, "Jack", was a cheap, arrogant,
       two-dimensional prick that was more than likely afraid of women and
       was about as an affective "master" as Manos, from "Manos, The Hands
       of Fate" (MSTies unite!).
       I DO like gothic horror, a good X-rated sex scene, and a sense of
       closure to my readings.  I thought that my story added these elements,
       and of course I provide my own cheap, two-dimensional "hero".
       Plus I do wait for an63640@anon.penet.fi 's next post, I have more
       story idea's.   ;)



Story follows............










			Requiem for the Darkone



>From "The Dark One Part II by an63640@anon.penet.fi
>
>Chapter I Summary:
>
>        Jack, a slave dealer, is in search for some beautiful, busty girls
>to sell to a group of buyers who want to use them as "milk-cows".  With help
>of his faithful slave, Linda, Jack finds four babes who fit the description
>and does some "shopping."  They get the girls unconscious, then have some fun
>with the girls' bodies while mutilating/snuffing one of the girls' roommate.
>The story resumes as Jack and Linda drive back to their underground haven
>where the girls will be trained.
>
>
Chapter II Summary:

        Jack and his slave Linda prepare the girls for their eventual training.
Jack has his cooking staff prepare the meat of the slain roommate for his diner.
Jack picks Nicole who has (seemingly) succumbed to his abuse.

This story begins that night after Nicole's eventual rape by Jack.



Act I

	Jack sat in the master bedroom sipping a glass of vintage brandy.
HE MUSED TO HIMSELF WONDERING IF BRANDY WENT WITH WHITE MEAT, HE SAT THE
glass down on his night stand and looked over to his newest prize : Nicole.
She was passed out on his bed from the sex session he had just dealt out.
	"It will be shame to give her up", he thought to himself, "but she
is worth more to me on the auction block than my bed.  Besides their will
always be others."
	Jack got up and walked around his large bedroom.  The TV monitors
were silent now, save for the never changing scene from the Juice Room.  The
other rooms should signs of his slaves sleeping everywhere; night was upon the
compound and tomorrow will be a long day.  He looked over to the bed again and
watched Nicole.  She was huddled fetal position on her side, obviously her cunt
and ass were still to sore to bare to much contact with the bed.  He thought
he heard her whimper in her sleep, but he couldn't be sure. Truthfully he could
not remember a time when he didn't hear a woman whimper in his bed, but he
thought to himself, at least their was a woman there.
	Jack moved towards the window where his prize possessions were.  Two
bull mastiffs, the fiercest dogs he had ever seen.  He raised them from pups
to be the cruelest animals alive -and- utterly loyal to him.  Sometimes for
fun he would have them fuck a slave because nothing degraded a pompous cunt
like a quim full dog cum.  And sometimes, sometimes he would have them chase
down a slave who thought she might have escaped.  The dogs had acquired a
taste for succulent girl flesh, like their master.  The two dogs, hearing the
master approach, quickly arose to attention.
	"Ah.. Romulus and Remus, my faithful hounds.", Jack said to them in
loving tones.  He had kept a piece of nicole's roommate for them, which he
tossed to them.  Instead of tearing at the piece of meat as was their normal
reaction the two dogs backed away from it in fear and whimpered like a couple
of beat pups.
	"What's wrong with you two!  Eat the fucking tit!", he yelled out at
the dogs.  When they did not respond he smacked Remus on the nose and grabbed
the discarded meat.  Jack threw the tit into the trash can in the connecting
bathroom, it had been years since he had to fit a dog for food and he would
be damned before he did it again.  In the processes he got his hands covered
in blood, apparently the recent abuse had jarred a clot and it leaked on him.
	Noticing this Jack tried to wash his hands free of the stain, he
scrubbed for what seemed like forever and his hands *looked* clean but he
was certain that there was still some blood on them.  "Nerves" he thought.
	He continued his walk towards the window, this time the dogs cowering
from him.  He stepped out on to the balcony and felt the chill breeze on his
skin.  "Chilly", he thought, had he been sweating?  He watched the moon, now
full in the sky, but obscured by clouds.  He felt the first cold drop of rain
on his cheek and decided to return to the room.
	He walked in almost as a gust of abnormally cold wind blew in, blowing
the full length windows open with a crash.  The noise startled the dogs which
began to bark and howl, a raven flew into the bed room and Nicole jumped out
bed with a full start screaming, "Leann!!"



Act II
	
 It was very late for Linda.  The master had allotted her certain
privileges and even a room that she shared with another privileged slave,
whom she detested.  But one of those privileges was not staying up late
and the other was not wasting water.  But Linda could honestly care at
the moment, she was in the shower.  She had been in the shower now for
maybe an hour, trying to cleanse herself.  She did not know really why
she was doing this, only that it must be done.
	When she finally left the commons shower and returned to her room
she was grateful to find her roommate asleep.  Her roommate had grabbed one
of the newer slaves to take to her bed.  The new girl had apparently been
beaten by her and obviously humiliated in various ways.
	As one the privileged ones, Linda got her choice of any of the newer,
but not the newest, slaves who could only be touched by the master.  Linda
thought of taking one of the young sluts the master had offered her to bed
herself, either Ashley or Julie, but what she really wanted most right now
was the master.  Not that she cared for him in the least bit, hated him
would be a closer assessment of her true feelings, but he *was* the only
dick in the compound, and that was what she wanted now.  Normally she got
her share of the master's attentions to where she looked forward to the
night when she could inflict her own form of pleasure on the young slaves.
But now he had that new slut Nicole.  She should have killed her as well
as that useless cunt of a roommate she had.  "Had had", she corrected herself.
She thought about the murder she had committed now.
	"Was she remorseful? No", she thought to herself, "the bitch would
have called the cops on us."  And Linda was determined never to end up in
prison surrounded by criminal lesbians and some asshole telling her what to
do all the time.  She laid back on her bed and prepared to masturbate her-
self to sleep.
	She stroked the smooth skin around her aeroles and teased the nipples.
She wished Jack had been there to suck on her nipples, but her fingers did a
good job for now. A rush of sexual tension flowed from her head to my toes as
she moved her fingers to the most-sensitive area between her legs. She slightly
spread her legs and began to feel up her pussy. She stuck one, two and then
three fingers as deep as they would go up her sopping wet snatch and with her
other hand she savagely went at her little, but significantly erect, clit.
	Soon the combination of her fingers inside her and her thumb on her
clit was more than she could bare, so arching her back a bit she inserted her
little finger into her waiting asshole.  Within minutes her four fingered
action brought her a very satisfying orgasm.  When the waves of pleasure
finally ebbed in her she removed her now soaked hand from between her legs and
brought it up to her mouth and licked each finger in turn.  In the darkness
she failed to she the blood on her own hand, but she tasted it soon enough.
Spitting, she tried to clean the taste from her mouth, but to no avail.  She
wiped her hand off on the side of the bed.  The orgasm's affect lessened she
angrily laid back on her bed and attempted to sleep.
	While sleeping she dreamed of a butterfly that had thin gossamer
wings and beautiful woman's face.  The butterfly flew high into the air and
swooped down towards Linda.  She reached out, laughing child like, to touch
the beautiful insect.  But as the butterfly soared  it trapped itself in a
giant spider web.  She screamed as the butterfly shrieked. A giant spider with
Linda's face crawled out on to the web and began to stab the butterfly and
wrap it in it's web.  Linda screamed again.  Till suddenly her perspective
shifted and she was the butterfly being stung.  The spider had changed as well
now her face had been replaced and the face that had been on the butterfly
replaced it.  The face that had been beautiful and serene, was now a visage of
horror.  The spider continued to stab at her till she bled.  As tongue came
from the spider's lips and began to lap up the blood from her.  Butterfly-Linda
had now become some sort of faerie, the wings remained, but her body was now
visible to her.  She was completely nude while the giant spider-girl lapped at
her labia.  Linda felt an ebbing of her life as an intense pleasure grew from
below.  She tried to touch her own breasts, but her hands were stuck in the web.
She struggled but soon she was to weak to move, after that she was too weak to
care.  All that existed now was the pleasure.
	As her dream became more lucid she became aware that things seemed
to real.  Her body virtually tingled with sexual tension, surprisingly so
considering her recent masturbation.  She tried to move but realized that,
as in her dream, she was apparently paralyzed.  Or maybe she still was still
dreaming she thought.  No, this was really happening now.  With that thought
her mind stirred to full consciousness and body stirred to the full affect
of what had been going on with her.
	Her vagina clutched at the tongue inside her as it moved in and out
of her. She gasped when she became conscious of hands moving between her legs.
She assumed it was her roommate or her slave, who thought it would amusing to
eat her as she slept. Or it was Jack come down to seduce her while she slept.
All she knew is that whoever it was that she wished they would not stop, and
she would either deal with the offending slut later, or the master if need be.
	She felt the hands push her legs father apart, and then fingers brush
her labia.  A moan started small, almost inaudible, in the back of her throat
as she felt a the hot tongue work its way from her asshole to her clitoris
and back.  All the time her legs were firmly held in place by the stranger's
strong grip.
	She could not take much more she knew. She opened her eyes, looking
down between her legs. She was surprised, only making her pending orgasm become
more fierce, to see a beautiful woman, the same as in her dream, eating her
pussy like a like a thirsty man goes to water.
	That was all it took, soon a louder moan escaped her throat which
attracted the attention of her nightly lover.  Linda felt the grip on her legs
loosen and the woman moved slowly up Linda's body, taking time to make sure
every part of her super sensitive skin was stimulated.  The feelings, instead
of ebbing, were put on a glorious hold unlike Linda had ever felt before.
She was so close to cumming, but did not have the extra force required to push
her over the edge.  And from where she was now the edge was high one!
	Linda felt the lips of the woman on each of her breasts in turn. Her
mystery lover licked the sensitive undersides of Linda's breast, working up
to the nipples.  When reaching the peak of her ascent, the woman changed her
methods.  First using her lips to suck the nipples and then with her teeth to
lightly bite the nipples and pull them up from the breast.  When stretched the
lover let them fall back only to catch them again with her teeth and repeat
the procedure.  Linda's already huge nipples were now becoming as fully erect
as her clit had been under this woman's oral ministrations.
	When she felt close to orgasm the woman would instinctively stop and
began to work the next breast in the same manner as the first, and switch
back again.  This continued for half a dozen repetitions for each breast.
Linda gave her mystery lover one thing, she was patient. First taking her
to the edge and then gently taking her back.
	"Who was this woman?" The thought entered her mind, "Why is she here?"
She felt the other woman's hot mouth close gently over her nipple, her tongue
dancing over it, she realized she did not care.
	The woman's tongue licked up her chest as she moved her body as well.
Her lover had now moved her hand's from her breasts down to her sides as she
pulled herself up and over the woman.  Linda was aware of every nerve taxing
sensation, the feel of the woman's hot breath going up her chest to her neck,
the feel of the woman's breasts exquisitely rubbing against her own stomach
and breasts.  She felt the hot dampness of her own pussy when it finally came
in contact with her lover's own pubic hair's.  The woman now had licked up to
Linda's neck and Linda yearned to taste herself in this woman's mouth.
	Now for the first time Linda got a look at her mystery lover.  She
was a young girl, maybe about 18 or 19. She was dark-haired and pale, but other
than that Linda did not recognize her.  She did look familiar, but she
could not place where, save for her dream of her.
	Linda was about to ask who she was when she was taken aback by a full
force kiss.  She felt this woman's lips on hers and her lover's tongue probe
her mouth.  Linda did taste herself in the kiss, that was passionate and some
how forbidden at the same time.  Linda tasted her sweat, the hint of the
perfume she wore, and of course the main course her own vaginal secretions.
	The cocktail of female tastes was so intoxicating to Linda that she
forgot her questions and curiosities, all that existed was the moment.
	The woman removed herself from Linda's lips and arched her back up so
she was sitting, straddling Linda.  She held Linda's nearly limp arms by her
hands and used Linda's hands to caress her own breasts.  Linda accepted this
a pleasantly stroked the breasts that were nearly as big as her own.  She
saw the woman smile.
	"Do you want it?", was all the woman said.
	"Yes, please, I need it!", Linda half-whispered her begging plea.
"Please.", she added only half as loud as before.
	"As you wish.", the lover replied.  She moved back down Linda's body
much in the same manner as her ascent, save that this time the anticipation
was driving Linda mad. She held on to Linda's hands at the wrists and used her
hands instead of her own to spread Linda's legs apart.
	Linda closed her eyes when she finally felt her lover's tongue back on
her vulva.  The waves of pleasure were now building much faster, Linda knew her
orgasm was going to be the best she ever had all it meant now was a few more
licks.
	That's when she heard the noise.
	At first it was only the noise that caught her attentions, because it
had sounded so out of place.  A crunching sound, but in some aspects more
muted than a simple crunch.  When she heard in again she realized it came from
herself, or rather where her lover was now.
	That is when the first wave of pain hit her.
	At first is was a dull throb, nerves that had been hyper-sensitive were
no longer giving back information to her brain. Then the burning like sensation
hit her in rush.  She tried to scream but her throat constricted to quickly,
she could not even get out a breath.  She tried to move but the woman's grip
on her wrists was now so tight that her left wrist broke in the processes.  It
took a while for her sensory overloaded nervous system to register that one,
but it did provide her with the slack she needed to see what was happening.
	When she heard the third crunch this time the pain accompanied it
instantly.  Even in her most perverted dreams, Linda, was not prepared for
what she saw.  The woman was eating her out, literally.
	She had hold of Linda's wrists and her elbows were placed on top of
Linda's thighs.  Her knees were on top of Linda's lower legs and feet; she
was completely immobile.
	Her face, once calm, now resembled an animal with it's prey.  It was
covered in blood from cheek to cheek, like a contestant at one of those pie
eating contests at the state fair.  Her hair was matted back with blood and
bits of flesh were visible.  In her mouth was a bloody piece of flesh, now
removed from it's original context it became unrecognizable.
	Linda looked down and saw the few remaining bit of her own pubic hair
was connected to a piece of flesh at a impossible angle to her leg.  The
whitish bone of what she assumed was her pelvis was showing through, it
apparently had snapped as well.  The woman moved the two sections apart with
her chin causing Linda the most intense pain she had ever felt.  So much that
she nearly passed out.  She fell back and jarred her wrist.  This new pain
awoke her senses out of shock and she managed to get a small scream out.
	The woman hearing this jumped at Linda, dropping her arms and grabbing
the back of her head.  The enraged woman opened her mouth much father than it
should be allowed to go and chomp down on Linda's neck, pulling away much of
the flesh.
	The woman now covered in Linda's blood rose up again, much like before
and Linda got her last real good look at her.
	"You?!", came gurgling from her damaged throat, most of the apparatus
for speech was now a bloody lump. "How?" came her last words.
	"'Vengeance is mine'", the woman quoted.  Then she reached back and
slammed her fist as hard as she could into Linda's chest.  She reached around
and pulled out Linda's dying heart as well much her lungs.
	Within seconds, Linda died.




Act III

	Jack awoke from his drug induced slumber by what he thought was a
scream.  He listen for a few minutes but nothing further happened.  His
"guest" was still asleep after another injection, his dogs were out and
about.  Had there been a scream they would be howling their heads off.
Things on the whole seemed to be very quiet.
	He took a few minutes to focus, but decided not to move, the
effects of the small dosage of heroin were still coursing through his mind
and everything, inward and outward, was peaceful.  Peaceful and dark, very
dark.  He looked around and noticed that all the lights were out, the bathroom
light was out, the TV monitors, even the night light that had always been on by
his bed since he was a child.  Jack reached over to the light on his night
stand next to the chair.  His arm at first refused fine motor movement
and he ended up knocking his drugs and his copy of "Macbeth" to the floor.
He reached the light, but it would not turn on.  The power seemed to be out.
	"Odd", his mind still swimming in it's chemical bath, was slow to react
to this current situation.  "The backup systems must also be down."
	Lightning flashed and the window shades billowed out sending wind and
rain into the room.  The dogs apparently had moved to get out of the rain, and
the storm must have knocked out the power.  He smiled at himself for neatly
figuring out the situation when he noticed the shape.
	Standing by the window was the naked figure of a woman.  The lightning
silhouetted her form and sent her shadow across the room and over Jack.  He
could not she her face, but he could vaguely observe her form.  She was
obviously very shapely and tall.  Jack wondered which of his slaves would
so bold as to sneak into his room.  Obviously the girl courted certain
punishment that Jack would be pleased to deal out in front of the others.
He looked to the bed and saw that Nicole still sleeping, so it was not her.
	"Maybe it was Linda", he thought, "she would have the gall!"  Whipping
her in front of the others would put her back in her place.
	He now watched the form move away from the window. Her moves were very
fluid and sensual, moves only a woman could make. She walked slowly to the bed
and it's occupant.  Jack watched the woman, almost hypnotized by her, but his
languid mind could have been altering his views.  The woman moved her hand
across the bed sheets and up to it's occupant.  The woman touched Nicole's
face and ran her fingers through her hair.  A display that, while not overtly
sexual, had a powerful effect on Jack.  Slowly his mind began to clear and his
numb sex slowly came back to life.
	The woman finished teasing the woman's hair and bent down and placed a
small kiss on Nicole's cheek.  She turned and starred directly at Jack.  Jack
felt a chill run down his spine; a chill that went beyond the cold of the room.
	She walked over to him in a slow deliberate manner.  Jack noticed two
things about her immediately.  First she walked tall and proud, not like any of
slaves, who tended to cower in his presence.  Secondly, she smelled strongly of
sex.  A musky female order that probably served our ancestors well lingered
about her like an aura of unbridled sexual desire and power.  Yes Jack could
*feel* this woman's power, and she was still across the room.
	She was soon standing in front of him and looking down at his prostrate
form.  The lightning of the storm gave him another look at this woman in front
of him.  She was as tall and as shapely as he had seen from across the room,
but now the detail had been enhanced.  She seemed to be very pale which was a
sharp and striking contrast to her black hair.  Her breasts large by anyone's
standards, anyone that is but Jack, who saw them as only rather average.  He
was still transfixed by her presence, so transfixed that he could not move.
	She bent over him and opened his robe.  He thought of grabbing her and
give her the punishment she deserved, but something in her manner kept him
from moving, he wanted to see how far she would go.  With one hand she picked
up his half-flaccid member, which was refusing to respond to the proper stimuli
due to the drugs.  If the woman cared or not she made no indication.  She put
her other hand onto Jack's shoulder and positioned herself above his cock.
	She slowly began to lower herself onto him, moving her hips so that his
tip moved back and worth on her damp folds.  She positioned one leg onto the
chair and sat on his dick which slid into her.  Her wetness made up for his
lack of stiffness.  Now placing her other hand onto his other shoulder she
began her slow rise and fall onto his buried prick.  She positioned her breasts
so that the slightly erect nipples brushed over Jack's mouth in intervals.
	Her hips moved up and down and rocked back and forth on his cock, moves
designed to keep him inside her, but to also provide her clitoris with maximum
stimulation.  The whole time she rode him she did not speak a word.  She moved
her hands up from his shoulders to his neck then to his head.  She held him
there and shifted her wait to her feet.  She now could get a higher rise on him.
She used her hands to move his head around her breasts.  If he made an attempt
to bite or otherwise nibble on her nipples she moved his head to the other
breast.  Sucking she permitted him to do.
	Soon Jack's lap was soaked in the combination or their sweat and her
lubricating juices.  No one had ever done this to him before, completely taken
control over him.  He reached up to grab her hair but his hands were instantly
deflected and clamped down on the arms of the chair by her own.  She leaned
forward and now used her arms to work herself up and down on his cock.  Her
breathing had increased as had her wetness.  She would periodically tighten
up or make a face, Jack could tell she was close to cumming.
	Soon, it happened, her body began to jerk and her cunt tightened like
a fist around his dick.  Her up and down movements became a methodical rocking.
The grip she had on his hands tightened to an extent that Jack almost forgot
his own building orgasm.  But he could not help but notice all the wetness
that she was leaving on his lap.
	After she finished cumming Jack was looking forward to his own release
and then he would educate this slut on proper manners!  To his surprise she
got up and off of him and began to walk away.  No one dared walk away from him!
He got up and out of his chair and walked towards her.  He grabbed her arm
only to have his jaw met by the force of her other fist.
	The blow knocked him back and over the chair.  Now he was pissed off!
No one dared hit him, least of all no cunt that did not let him cum.  He got
up only to receive a kick full in the stomach and another in the head.  He
fell and rolled across the floor.  He got up again, but this time made sure
that no attack was coming.  He saw her standing there just looking at him,
her face hidden by the shadows.  His jaw was beginning to ache and he realized
that his mouth was bleeding.
	"You think you're pretty fucking smart!", he yelled at the unmoving
woman. "Let's see how fucking smart you are!"  Jack whistled out a series of
shrill sounds.  He had trained his dogs to respond to a set of commands, this
whistle he gave was the "kill" command.  An second the two brutes would run
in, barking, howling and ready to tear up anything that was not Jack.
	The woman looked around for a few minutes as if she expected something,
but was otherwise calm.  A few seconds passed, then a few minutes.  The sound
of two blood-lusty hounds was not heard, instead all Jack heard was the sounds
of his own labored breathing.  The woman now proceeded to walk over to Jack.
	A sudden panic hit him that he could not explain, he simply bolted over
to the side of his bed.  Once there he reached into the night stand there for
his .38 pistol.  Sitting on the floor next to the bed he aimed the gun at the
approaching woman.  Without waiting to aim he released a barrage of bullets
towards her.  Four shots rang out, and two clicks.  The woman kept approaching
him, her pace unaltered.
	Jack through the empty weapon at her in vain.  He crawled over the bed
in a flash and ran out the door.  He ran down the hall at first unsure of where
or why his was going.  His head cleared a bit and rational thoughts returned.
	"O.K., I must have missed her.  It was dark and I didn't aim and I was
still recovering from the effects of the heroin." He thought, while begining to
scratch his now itchy dick and balls.
	"I'll just go to the armory, get a bigger gun and waste this cunt!",
He said out loud to no one.
	Walking down the halls however began to sap his recent bravado.  Jack
had always, since he was a child, been afraid of the dark.  The hallways which
were normally bright, were now dark and seemed cold.  He turned a corner and
what he saw next horrified him.	The walls seemed, in the almost total darkness,
to be glistening with something.  He moved close to one and rubbed his hand
across the wall.
	It was blood.  The walls were covered in blood.  He put his other hand
to his face to keep from getting sick till he realized that it also was covered
in blood.  This blood was all over him.  What he had thought had been her sex
juices and cum was in fact her blood.  His bravery was sapped again by the
horrific sight and confusion. He hadn't fucked her hard enough for her to bleed
on him.  He really had not even been erect enough to do that kind of damage.
	That's when he saw her.
	Her pale skin almost glowed in the semi-pitch. She was still walking
with the same slow and determined steps as before.  Walking towards him.
	Fear and horror overtook Jack and he broke into a run. He kept an eye
on her as he ran towards the staircase, which is why he did not see what had
tripped him.  He flew forward and landed with a dull thud on his shoulder.
He looked back at the dark lump on the floor that he had hit.
	It was Remus.  His neck and forelegs were broke.  Judging by the
impossible position he was in, Remus' back also seemed to be broken in many
places.  Jack let out a scream.  One of his only true friends had been killed.
	"You'll pay bitch! You'll fucking pay!", he yelled out towards the
woman.  He continued back towards the armory, knowing of a particular weapon
he wished to use.
	He ran down the stairs and full speed into Linda.  Or what was left.
	She was hanging from the stairwell over the first floor.  Her arms,
legs and head were attached to ripped and bloodied bed sheets that suspended
her above the ground like a perverse marionette. Had it not been for the
support of the sheets her head would have fallen over or even off due to the
lack of connecting tissue between her head and neck.
	This time Jack did get sick.  Her heart had obviously been torn out
and her lower half was so damaged that Jack could not recognize any of it.
But it was not the blood and gore that got to him.  It was the wide eyed look
of pure fear that had been her last expression.  A death mask that only hinted
at her brutal demise.
	Another scream escaped Jack as he backed away from the corpse.  He
desperately tried wipe off the blood that had got on him, but he remembered his
predicament and continued his run.  Along the way he saw more blood and the
bodies of his most loyal slaves, the ones he had recruited for this life,
each one with their own share of deaths.
	Jack reached the armory and undid the lock.  Once inside he
grabbed his favorite shotgun and a round of ammunition. He also grabbed a knife
and a semi-automatic pistol.  He left the armory and ran off in another
direction.  He entered the kitchen and soon wished he had not.  Romulus had
been killed like Remus, but his body had been pincushioned to the counter
with several kitchen knives.  He thought he had heard something behind him so
he turned and let off a few shots with the pistol, but nothing was there.
	He ran off into the main dinning hall, that way he could see her coming
and get off a few shots long before she came close.  He sat up his weapons at
the other end and prepared himself.
	He waited.
	And he waited some more.
	Finally he called out, "Are you afraid of me bitch!"
	Lightning flashed outside, lighting the expansive hall.  Another flash
and she was there standing halfway between the door and himself.
	Fear and anger overtook surprise.  Jack lowered his shotgun and fired.
The woman fell back a bit and elation grew in Jack.  He had hit her.  He got
up only be horrified by her getting up and continuing towards him, undaunted.
	Jack fired again and again at her, hitting each time.  And each time
she continued her approach.  Jack dropped the shotgun and tried to fire his
pistol.
	She effortless knocked the gun from his hand, breaking his arm it in
the process.  She grabbed him and threw him across the table.  When he came
to a stop he grabbed his knife and tried to stab her with it.  She deflected
the knife, grabbed it from his hand, and stuck it through his hand and through
the oak table top.
	He screamed from the pain but he could not remove his hand without it
cutting through it.  He tried to hit her with his free arm but she grabbed it
and broke it as well.
	"Please...please stop!  Don't kill me", he begged, tears filling his
eyes. "Please don't hurt me."
	He looked at her, standing over him like a gladiator over a dispatched
foe.  She bent down to his level and looked him in the face.  Jack looked at
her was appalled by what he saw.  Her face showed no sign of stress or emotion.
She looked peaceful, almost angelic, save for her eyes.  Her eyes burned with
almost unchecked rage and hate.  Jack knew he was looking in to Hell.
	The woman grabbed him by his robe and lifted him up.  His hand still
stuck to the table strained against the knife till the last few ligaments
and flesh torn free and the blade slipped through.
	She dropped him on to the table on his back.  She opened his robe
and ran her hand along his chest and stomach. She then took his legs and
bent them at the knees so his feet were flat on the table.
	Jack could not think of anything now, his hand was burning in pain.
Somehow he was conscious of what was happening, but most of it was lost in
the haze of fear and pain.  As what was happening to him became clear he began
to whimper.  He felt her hands on him, then he felt her caress his flaccid,
forgotten member.
	"No.", came his weak response, "God please, no". But it was too late.
	She grabbed his sex with her left hand and with a quick jerk of her
arm she removed it from his body, balls and all.
	The pain was too much for Jack, his brain was refusing to process it.
His voice caught in his throat not due to any felling, but of the knowledge of
what had just happened to him.  He was amused that he could feel the pool of
blood by his ass, but the source of the pool was only now beginning to
register.  He mistakenly looked down at himself and the full brunt of pain
washed over him.
	His voice came out in short staccato bursts.  The full reality had not
hit him yet as he looked around his bloodied groin for his dick.  Unfortunately
he found it cast aside like an unwanted toy to his side.  It was becoming an
unnatural bluish-white color as it sat in a pool of blood of it's own. He turned
to look for the woman who had emasculated him.  She was now standing in front
of him, his discarded shot gun in her hand.
	"Wh-Wh-Why?", was all he could manage to get out.  But somewhere he
knew why.
	She took the gun and dipped the front end in the pool of blood.  Jack
was beginning to feel tired and cold.  The woman took the gun and with both
hands shoved it a few inches into his exposed asshole.
	Jack screamed out.
	He looked at her, heard a click and then all was black.





Epilog

	Lt. McCoy hated homicide.  He hated the smell of death and blood.
He hated his job.  He stood in the middle of the bedroom while most of the
city's police force crawled all over the place getting evidence.
	Papers, disks, weapons, and drugs were all tagged and bagged and sent
up to precinct HQ for identification.  Bodies had been taken out on stretchers
and some in evidence bags.  And the women were moved to Municipal Hospital.
Each one would need years of psychological work ups, but the were alive.
	"Lieutenant!", he heard someone say behind him. He walked over to the
computer where the other detective was setting.
	"What is it, Scott?", McCoy asked.
	"We got it sir, names, addresses, identification, everything. According
to this the owner was into slave trading and he kept records of every thing.
Including pictures of all the girls and where he sold them."
	"Kinda like a perverse trophy case, eh'"
	"Yes sir.  Here we go, the drugged girl is Nicole Brant and she was
going to be sold in one week to something called 'The Farm', and it is in
U.S. coastal waters sir, we should give this to the Coast Guard!", the detective
said.
	"Brant?, The roommate of the girl who was killed at the university?"
	"Yes sir, Leann Shee.  I bet this asshole killed her!"
	"Good work detective, let's get this computer downtown and get out of
here.  This place is making me sick!", McCoy spat.
	"Yes sir!", the detective answered.

