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 pee-
pee, 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 middle-
America, 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 dirt-
smudged 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 well-
delineated 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 hot-
bloodedly.  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-wa-
wanna 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
	
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