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Be warned: this is not for children, innocents, or anyone who actually
believes doing similar stuff out here in reality is fun.  It's fantasy, and
that's all that's intended.



   This is a trivial story,one with no plot, little character and involving
familiar themes: the slasher-film butcher shop, and the cheating (or
otherwise disobedient) girlfriend of a man who doesn't simply break up with
old girlfriends.  Nonetheless, it has two things that might redeem it to
some extent: it has my own twist on the theme; and it's a story I've
actually finished.  That doesn't always happen, and it happens even more
rarely in a story I can recognize as derivative.

   So, here is Gao, a cheerful and rather silly monster, and several young
pretty girls who are about to become lamb chops at his devising.  Sick
stuff.  Enjoy.  C.

   Gao's Specialty Chrutli

   Gao had just finished the phone call when the two young women came in to
his shop.  Afternoon sun slanted in the windows.  "You won't believe what
he did to me today.  He is so kinky." That was the redhead with the big
bosom.

   "Not to mention that big black thing of his.  You owe me one, just
remember that." That from the brunette; she had small breasts, but the
voluptuous body that Gao preferred.  Both were in their twenties, and both
(but that didn't surprise him, considering Thomas) really very pretty.

   "Gao has the most delicious pork.  And he's an old sweetie.  Thomas
asked me to order some for the party tomorrow night.  Hello, Gao." That was
from the redhead.

   "Missy Megan, I am honored.  And who is you're friend?"

   "Gao, this is Jill.  Jill, Gao."

   "Missy Jill.  I am most fortunate and lucky to have such beautiful women
grace my humble shop."

   "Pleased to meet you," Jill smiled, offering her hand.  When Gao shook
her hand, though, something nipped or scratched her and she pulled away
quickly.  Gao didn't seem to notice, but she saw immediately that it was
the ring on his hand; some sort of little burr or point on his ring had cut
her.  Jill frowned, but didn't want to say anything rude.

   "So you buy my pork?  It is so sweet and tender and fresh.  I give you a
good deal, okay?"

   "Of course, Gao.  Thomas and I are having a party tomorrow.  There are
going to be about fifteen guests.  So-"

   "Excuse that I interrupt, Missy Megan.  Missy Jill, you are okay?"

   Jill shook her head.  "Yeah.  I jus- a little dizzy."

   "Wah, you don't feel well.  Come in back, come in back.  I give you tea,
you sit, rest."

   "No, I'm-"

   "I insist.  I have easy chair, sofa.  I fix you nice tea."

   "You do look a little wobbly, Jill.  You want to sit for a moment?"

   "Maybe for a momen-"

   Gao hustled around, guided Jill to the back, an arm around her waist. 
Halfway there, she sagged, and Gao caught her up and carried her to an easy
chair, sitting her down gently.  She was virtually limp, though her eyes
were open.  "Missy Megan.  Your friend, she has a stroke or something.  You
call ambulance.  Phone is there-" He pointed to an absurdly low table next
to the threadbare sofa.  "You call, I watch her."

   Megan sat on the edge of the sofa to reach the phone.  Something nipped
her behind, and she jumped up, dropping the phone and rubbing her behind.

   "Wah!  Bad spring in sofa.  I am so sorry.  I will call.  I am so
sorry."

   Gao picked up the phone, dialled a number and spoke in rapid chinese. 
"Is okay," he told Meg.  "They come right away.  Your friend, she doesn't
move."

   Meg started over towards Jill.  Jill was sprawled in the chair, head
back, eyes following Meg.

   Meg didn't make it.  Halfway across the room, one knee gave out a bit.
She recovered, but the next step, both legs went weak.  Before she could
crumple to the floor, Gao's arms were around her, lifting her by the waist.
He set her on the sofa, in the middle cushion.  She managed to lift one
arm, trying to ward him off, but it fell after a moment, and after another
moment, she couldn't move anything.

   Gao squeezed her heavy breasts and giggled happily, alspping the sides
of her breasts, making them wobble back and forth in her clothes.  "I close
up shop.  Be right back.  Don't go away, okay?  Then we have tea.  And we
chat some."

   When he came back, he rearranged each of the young women where they sat,
checked their breathing.  "Breath okay?  Maybe talk a little, move eyes? 
Good, good.  Old Gao is very good.  I see you, I think you weigh this much,
so I use this much, just so.  Too much, you don't breath so good, not
enough, you fuss and make difficulties for old Gao to kill and butcher your
pretty selfs."

   Gao did, in fact, pour himself a cup of tea and sat.  "It is drug called
curare.  Make it so you can't move.  You tell arm, arm lift, but your arm
doesn't hear.  But you hear me, yes?  You hear me and you can feel things
like when I touch you, heart go fine.  I like this curare very much. 
Expensive, though.  Mostly I don't use."

   "Ga-" Megan slurred; it was all she could manage.

   "I trick you, yes?  Both of you, smart beautiful white women.  So it is
very good day for old Gao.  Maybe not so good for you.  You think I take
sex from you?  Well, maybe I do.  Very pretty young women, very sexy.  But
I like woman who bounce and move on my manhood.  So maybe I just chop-chop,
go ahead and butcher you into meat." Gao hesitated, watching fear rise in
their eyes.  "Do not worry too much.  It will not hurt very much.  Or maybe
it hurt very much, but not for very long time.  I have not decided this. 
So I begin."

   Gao moved over to Jill.  He studied her face, then removed her earrings
and the rings from her hands, slipping them in his pocket.

   "Do not be too afraid.  I do this very much, very many women.  Pretty
soon you ham, pork chop.  You don't feel nothing then.  It will not be so
bad." He knelt and took off her shoes, then placed them in a paper bag
beside the sofa.  He found her purse, and Megan's, and placed them both in
the bag.  Back to Jill, he lifted her hand, patted it, then unfastened the
button at the cuff.  The other hand, the other cuff.  He moved with a
careful purpose, smiling gently.  "I like this part very much," he said,
unbuttoning her blouse.  "It is like unwrapping present." He leaned her
forward against his shoulder as he slipped the blouse off, one arm, then
the other.  Then he set her back carefully.  "Very nice, nice young body,
sexy boobs, sexy belly, sexy hips.  I like this part so very much." He ran
his hands lightly over her small brassiere-covered breasts, her ribs, her
flat belly.  "Very nice."

   He folded her blouse carefully, looking at her almost bared breasts, and
put the blouse in the bag.  Jill was olive-skinned, voluptuous, athletic,
and though her breasts were small, they were high and firm.

   Gao placed his hands over the perky mounds.  "Nice.  I like this." He
unfastened her bra and slipped it off her arms.  "Little titties, big
nipple.  I like this.  They get all sexy and swell when I touch?" He
fingered her large nipples, and they did swell, to thick, coarse, bulbs,
darkening from their coffee pallor.  "Nice.  Very good." Gao leaned over
and licked each nipple.  Jill's lips worked; one hand twitched.  "I take
nipples and pickle with little onion and garlic.  Very nice, very
delicious. If I was your lover, I would think little titties, how
disappointing.  But I am butcher, so I think, little titties, no waste. 
Because titties all fat, no meat.  I cook them down and make soap.  Very
nice soap, nice for your skin."

   Gao slapped her breasts lightly, making them bounce, and then pinched
the thick nipples and giggled.  "Very nice."

   He unfastened her skirt and then lifted her limp body half over his
shoulder, pushing the skirt and pantiehose off her hips.  Still hefting her
over his shoulder, he stroked her hard, firm buttocks.  "Yes, very nice,"
he smiled, putting her back in the chair.  "Much good pork, not too fat,
not too skinny." He knelt once again, and worked the skirt off her thighs
and calves, folding it carefully and placing it in the bag.  He knelt once
more, working the pantiehose off her legs.  "You white women, shaving your
sex so you look like child.  I like anyway, though, very pretty sex." He
slipped a finger into her vagina, wiggled it, grinning, then licked his
finger.  "You get wet; this is so strange, yes?  Hot sexy dead girl, only
you not dead yet.  Why you get wet?  You want old Gao's big old dick in
you? Maybe so, maybe not.  You dead sexy girl soon though.  Have patience."

   Once he had the hose off, he lifted an ankle and hit it with the back of
his hand.  "Chop, chop," he said to Jill, almost apologetically.  "Also
your hands and your head.  These I put in furnace and burn up.  But I do
not waste, no.  I grind up bones and ashes and use them on my rosebed. 
Very nice rose.  Very healthy."

   He even folded the pantiehose, watching Jill's naked, golden body
sprawled helpless before him.  "Very nice.  Very pretty too.  I think Gao
in love."

   Jill moved her jaw and a bit of drool ran from the corner of her mouth.

   "You wait," he said.  "Don't go far." He grinned at the limp, naked Jill
and straightened her head slightly, then turned his attention to the more
generous body of Megan.

   "You much sexier, Miss Megan.  Special things for you.  So lovely and
sexy." His eyes glowed as he pushed her blouse off one shoulder, then the
other.  "Big sexy boob, so nice shape, so firm.  Yes." His fingers traced
the flesh exposed by her small bra, the mounded breasts, the soft cleavage.
Then he worked the blouse off her arms and pushed her back, lifting and
kneading her heavy breasts before he sat back and folded her blouse, put it
in the sack.  He slid a strap off a shoulder and peeled a cup slowly away
from her breast, savoring the moment.  There was strap marks and he
smoothed them away, then delicately fondled her big nipple.  It swelled at
his touch, flushing pink, rising from the roundness of her breast.  Her
nipples were big and sensitive; fully engorged, the nipple he'd been
fondling was as big as a tennis ball, the delicate whorls smoothed by the
swelling.  Gao's eyes glowed.  He bared the other breast the same way,
slowly, savoring the slow exposure, teasing the other nipple erect.  "So
big and firm!  Nice!  You got marks from bra, but that okay.  They go away
before we get you ready to roast.  All your booby, too, very nice, very
impressive.  These boobies not for soap, no.  I have special thing for your
meat, Missy.  Special plans."

   Skirt and pantiehose slid down her thighs, her body slung helpless and
limp over his shoulder.  Gao stroked her firm buttocks a moment, then set
her back down, arranging her head so it didn't lie against her bare
shoulder.  "Nice behind, too.  Good meat, juicy and firm." He urged her
knees apart, far enough it must have hurt, and pushed a couple fingers
between her plump, bare labia.  "Wetness.  Much wetness.  Most you girls,
you think, I die, but first I must make baby.  So wet, so horny.  At least
that is what Gao thinks.  You going to die, so you think about making baby
because of instinct.  So you get horny.  Wah, you are so pretty, Gao wants
to fuck you to death." He giggled, pushing a finger inside her again. 
"Little butcher joke, fuck you to death.  Yes."

   Gao hesitated, then gathered his fingers together and urged them into
Meg's vagina.  He worked them in and out, wetting them on her sex, pressing
his small hand into her deeper and deeper.  It would have taken longer if
her muscles still responding, but she was helpless to his invasion.  After
a minute's struggle, Gao pushed his fingers, then most of his small, hard
hand into Meg's wet cunt.  "Not so good for old Gao, yes?  But maybe you
like." He giggled and watched her eyes roll as he gathered his fingers
inside her and slowly made a fist.  the muscles of her belly rippled.  "Gao
big, but not this big," he said, and began fucking his small hand into her,
drawing back, pushing until her hit her womb- then pushing harder, until
her limp body began to twitch with the pain.  Megan's lips curled with each
thrust, and Gao watched with grinning fascination.  "I get you ready for
special thing, special for Missy Megan, yes?  Missy Jill, she just meat,
dress carcass.  make steak, roast.  You special."

   He licked her hardened nipples lavishly, taking his time, and Megan's
breath seemed to catch.  "So, the curare get used up, not work so good?" He
slipped his hand from her cunt; it was stained with her blood.  "Okay, no
more play.  Now I take you to basement, kill your pretty bodies dead all
gone.  I like that part, too."

   Gao levered Megan's naked, limp body across a shoulder and carried her
through a doorway into his cellar.  He carried her easily; his strength was
greater than his size.  Downstairs, he laid her across a butcher table and
tied her wrists together, paused to knead her heavy breasts a moment, then
lifted her, arms and body, to hook her bound wrists to a meathoot suspended
from a rail in the ceiling.

   Megan hung, her breathing strained as she hung from her arms.  Try as
she might, she couldn't move; the most urgent effort jostled her breasts
slightly, and she watched helplessly as they settled.  A moment later, Gao
came down the steps with Jill's body slung over his shoulder.

   Gao wasn't so tender with Jill; he slid her off his back onto a butcher
slab, her arms draping over her head off the table.  He bound her wrists
firmly and slung her up on a meathook.  She twisted this way, and Megan saw
eyes she was certain were frightened, then swung away.  "Naaa," Jill said
softly, "Pleaaa." A bit of drool ran from the corner of her mouth.  Gao
wiped it away and giggled.

   He fistfucked Jill, too, giggling to himself.  He was rougher; he jammed
his fingers inside her, and used her blood to lubricate his invasion.  When
he slammed his fist upward between her silky thighs, Jill's belly hardened
and and her thighs worked slighlty and convulsively.  Meg was sure he'd
torn though her cervix; he went inside her past the wrist, and when he
pulled it free, his arm was dark with blood and Jill's cheeks were
streaming tears.  "We just go ahead and kill you dead now, Missy Jill.  No
special stuff for you.  Just meat."

   Jill gave a groan that she had to strain to voice.  Gao reached for her
arms, then stopped when a door banged open upstairs.

   "Gao, you sick reprobate!  This is the police!  You've gone too far
now!" The voice was masculine, coming down the steps to the basement. 
Megan's heart rose.  It was a police officer.  "Gao?  Where the hell are
you?"

   Megan struggled to make a sound, to move in any manner.  The police. 
They were saved.  There wouldn't be any slaughter, not for the two of them.
Jill's eyes caught hers and she blinked, her cheeks wet but her eyes wide
open now.  Gao went through a doorway.

   "You don't come down here, no!" Gao said angrily.  "You leave.  You
don't watch this so no witness!  You leave now.  Now!"

   "Jeez, Gao, sorry.  I didn't think it was that important."

   "It is important.  You leave.  You leave now."

   "Sure, sure.  Thing is, me and my partner have a meat girl for you, a
little Market Street hooker we picked up a few minutes ago."

   "We go up, we see.  You don't come here.  Go now." Gao and the officer
stumped up the wooden stairs. The naked, paralyzed women slumped almost
imperceptibly.

   There were steps above them on the wooden floorboards.  It was difficult
to tell exactly what was going on, but after a few minutes, the cops left,
and Gao came back down the stairs moving heavily.  When he came into
Megan's field of view, she saw he had a young black girl over his shoulder,
white blouse, plaid skirt and flats.  The girl was murmuring, half-dazed
from the cops' stun rods, but she otherwise seemed okay.  Gao stripped her
slim nutmeg body quickly and draped her over his worktable, efficiently
tying her wrists and ankles to the four corners of the table.

   "What you doin'?  Wha's going on?" the girl asked.  She was very pretty;
her breasts were absurdly large for a girl with such a slight, petite
frame. Gao cupped the big breasts and slapped them together, plat-plat,
scowling.  "I think you have a real bad day girlie.  You not hooker, not
take drugs."

   "School.  I go to high school.  Why you tie me up?  What you going to
do? You going to rape me?"

   Gao scowled at the girl.  "Gao rape you, yes, he wants sex very much
with you.  Fuck you all the way."

   "Don't hurt me.  Please.  I'll do what you want.  Please."

   Gao stroked her smooth brown body, her slim thighs, her heavy breasts,
her delicate belly.  When he pressed a finger between her labia, she
stiffened and sobbed.  "Please, no-" she hissed.

   "Gao right.  You never have sex.  So you have sex now.  I take your
maidenhood with my finger, then I go on and fuck you very hard.  Then I let
you go."

   "Don't hurt me.  Please don't."

   "You have sex then you go, okay?  Not hurt.  Maidedhood hurt; no real
damage hurt.  Okay?"

   The girl hesitated, then said, tremulously, "Okay."

   Gao stroked her dark labia at the same time he reached past the girl's
field of view and selected a short, thin knife, it's edge gleaming crisply.
At the same time that he slammed two fingers into her virginal cunt, he
slashed the knife into her inner thigh, near her pelvis.  The girl cried
out sharply, her small brown body arching off the table.  Her belly
hardened flat in resistance to the harsh pain.

   "Young virgin, too, very tough maidenhood." The girl sobbed, barely
aware of the blood spouting between her thighs from her severed femoral
artery.  Gao withdrew his fingers, then slammed them deeper into the girl's
cunt, cutting the artery on her other thigh.

   He put the knife down and stepped back, stroking the girl's temple,
watching the dark blood quickly pool around the girl's lovely buttocks. 
The girl squealled and writhed.

   "I'm bleeding down there," she whimpered.

   "Your maidenhood," Gao said gently.  "You rest a minute, then I fuck you
good.  After, I let you go."

   "It hurts.  It hurts a lot."

   "It don't hurt no more pretty soon." Her eyes widened.  She gave a
little gasp and shuddered.  Gao turned from her, finding a flensing knife,
then back to her.  She was watching him.  "Not hurt so much?" he asked
gently, his small hand finding her vulva and stroking her blood-slick
labia. Dark blood covered her thighs and pooled between her legs, running
down the sides of the slab.

   She shook her head, starting to pant.  "Feel dizzy," she murmured. 
"Dizzy.  Bad." She coughed, panting more urgently.  Gao fingered her wide
black nipples gently, teasing them to erect cones.  He took the knife and
drew it from the hollow of her throat, between her firm heavy breasts, and
down across her belly to her mound.  He'd cut through the skin only; she
barely seemed aware of what he'd done.  Her panting grew deeper, grew
hoarse, and her eyes flicked here and there wildly.  "No, no-" she
whispered.

   She arched suddenly, convulsively, off the table, a thin, fading squeal
coming from her soft lips.  Gao stayed with her, frigging her gently, his
eyes perhaps a little sad.  "Hush.  It's okay.  Let go now.  It's okay. 
Let it go.  You got no choice no more.  Let it go." She subsided back to
the table, coughing and twitching; she may have been unconscious, though
her eyes were still open and staring.

   The slim brown body arched again, slightly, her heavy breasts quivering
and slapping side to side.  Gao sighed, his gentle fingers still working at
the girl's vulva, and leaned to suckle an erect nipple.  The young woman
shuddered, sighed, subsided slowly into a profound relaxation.

   "Yes, yes," Gao murmured.  "Good.  Very sweet, very gentle.  Is much too
bad, she does not take drugs, she never have sex.  Just innocent girl,
wrong place.  Police find her, we take you to Gao, bad girl, twenty-five
cents a pound.  Stupid police.  Lucky Gao." Her nipples were conical, half
erect, generous, Gao sawed each one off with his flensing knife, and
wrapped them in butcher paper.

   He clopped her head off with a heavy cleaver and dropped it in a bucket.
Brown breasts jounced with the force of the blow, blood spraying from the
hollows that were once nipples.  The slender brown hands next, chopped off
and hitting the bucket.  He opened her belly and gutted her quickly and
efficiently, everything, including heart and lungs, going into a bucket.

   "So.  Very good.  She can wait." Gao tied her brown knees with a bit of
cord and hoisted her body, upside down, to a meat hook on the rail running
the length of the cellar.  Brown breasts swung up on her chest; her neck
and wrists dripped slowly.  Gao put a finger in her lifeless vagina and
sighed, looking at Megan sadly.  "Virgin.  Nice girl.  I don't like to kill
nice girl so much.  Plenty bad girls to butcher.  Gao feels sad to kill
nice girl."

   Gao slid the brown body down the rail a bit, away from the butcher
tables, then turned back to Meg and Jill.

   "So now we do you two.  Which first?" He stood in front of Megan and
lifted her heavy breasts.  "You?" He stroked her vulva, her swollen clit.
Megan reacted more strongly now, panting a little.  Gao fingered her clit
gently and licked her nipples.  Her body shuddered and she closed her eyes
as the orgasm rolled over her.  Helpless.  "It is so funny that women feel
sexy when they are ready to die.  I am glad for you.  Gao feels sexy to to
make you feel good.  Also to kill you, because Gao is not so nice either.
So.  I kill you first?"

   Megan rolled her eyes and managed a choked gurgle.

   Gao smiled happily.  "I think not.  Special plans for Missy Megan.  I
think we do Missy Jill first."

   Jill's eyes grew wide as Gao approached.  Then she actually swooned, her
eyes rolling back.  "This is okay," Gao chuckled, lowering her rope,
untying her, carrying her over to the bloody slab.  "You are not so drugged
with curare, so it is good you pass out.  No fight in you."

   He tied her wrists over her head, then tied each ankle on either side of
the slab.  She was spread-eagle and helpless beneath him.  "Now wake up
Missy Jill." He slapped her face lightly.  "Wake up, you don't want to
miss. Please wake."

   Jill moaned, then came to with an odd muscle spasm across her belly.

   "So.  Very good.  I will nice and gentle to you?  Or I be mean and hurt
you a little?  Which?"

   Gao's hands explored her naked body.  "Very nice.  Little breast.  Nice
belly.  Nice thigh.  I think I have a little fun, okay?  You are not so
nice like last girl." Gao picked up a surgical instrument, a scalpel.

   "Very sharp.  You not feel very much, okay?" He drew the scalpel across
her collarbone, shoulder to shoulder, then down her sides beneath her
armpits.  The scalpel left red threads across her chest and ribs.  Then he
lifted a flap of skin and working delicately with the scalpel, slowly
peeled, cut, and lifted Jill's living breasts from her body.  Jill
shuddered repeatedly; a bare strained grunt came out of her throat.  Megan
groaned, watching her friend's breasts being flayed from her body.

   Jill's eyes rolled back in her head as Gao worked, removing the tanned
silky skin from her torso, baring raw red and white ribs.  He finally cut
both breasts free, holding them up like a sheet of paper for Megan to see.
"All fat.  Waste, you see?  And she pass out again.  No more fun." He laid
her breasts out on her belly, reached out with his scalpel and casually
pressed it deeply into each side of her throat.  Rich arterial blood welled
quickly from the cuts.  "So.  She going to be dead two- three minutes.  We
wait.  And I have very special for you Missy Megan.  That is why you are
last.  Know why?  You want to know why?  You find out why soon.  Yes."

   Gao worked deftly on Jill's body, removing the golden skin quickly. 
Jill never opened her eyes, but she lasted a minute or two longer, her
lungs working beneath bared white ribs.  Finally she shuddered the length
of her slim body and lay still.

   "Good, good," Gao chuckled.  He opened her chest with the cleaver and
massaged her heart; more blood welled from her throat.  "This help bleed
the meat.  Make it firm and nice." His voice fell to soft muttering,
comments and inquiries under his breath.  Megan watched in horror as her
friend's naked body was stripped of skin, reduced to meat and bones. 
Lastly he removed her hands and feet, and then her head, a single hard blow
from his cleaver, and hung her meat carcass from a ceiling hook.  He pushed
the hook along the rail next to the dead black girl.

   Gao approached Megan and she managed a thin wail, not so much squirming
as shuddering rhythmically.  He lifted her breasts, fascinated, and rolled
her nipples, his fingers too rough, bruising them a little but still
encouraging them erect.  "Very nice.  So nice, Missy Megan.  You think, old
man touch my body, make bruise.  But is not so bad.  You see what I do to
you.  Pinch nipple not so bad very much.  Wait," Gao said cheerfully. 
"Don't go no place."

   Gao opened the door of the basement freezer and pushed the two women's
dead bodies in along the ceiling rail.  Jill's body steamed a little in the
frosty cooler.  "Nahhh," Megan managed as Gao returned and picked up a
knife sharpener and began stroking a long, thick knife with it, honing its
exquisite edge.

   She was able to wiggle her fingers.  Gao tested the edge and put down
the knife, smiled and massaged her fleshy nipples, urging them once again
erect.  Her tongue.  Her fingers and her tongue.  Gao picked up another
knife, sharpening the edge attently and Megan, despite being tied and
nearly helpless, felt control returning to her body.  It gave her hope,
though a small one.  Her foot, and her calf on that side.  She moved it,
awkwardly at first, but as the moments passed, she felt more certain
control over her muscles.  She tightened the muscles of her belly; they
responded, weakly at first, but still a response.

   Then her heart quickened.  She saw Thomas creeping around the door that
led to the stairs.  Gao's back was to him.  Thomas put a finger to his lips
and Megan, awkwardly, nodded, though her head tottered sideways when she
did.  Thomas had a paper bag in one hand.

   Thomas was just two steps away from Gao when the old oriental sighed. 
"You don't sneakie sneak up on old Gao, Mr.  Thomas.  You know that."

   Thomas chuckled.  "I know.  I thought I'd try, though.  You're as wily
as you were in Viet Nam, Gao."

   "So I am.  You get revenge?  You bring to Gao?"

   Thomas nodded, going to Megan and lifting her breasts, pinching her
nipples far more painfully than Gao had.  "Hi, sweetheart.  Are you about
ready to die?" Megan blinked, and decided to feign paralysis, her sudden
hope descending to profound horror.

   "She not so curared now.  She pretend still paralyzed, but she move
some. You bring?"

   "I bring." He held the bag up to Megan's face and opened it, dragging
out something dark and tubular.  "Megan, honey.  This is your lover's cock.
I took it from him; he wasn't going to use it anymore."

   Thomas turned to Gao.  "He's in the trunk.  I don't want his cock inside
her until she's ready to roast, okay?"

   "Okay Dokey, Mr.  Thomas.  I got butcher stuff for Missy Megan.  I fuck
her before you kill her?  This is so?"

   "You can fuck her all you want, Gao.  I'm surprised you haven't
already." Thomas turned to Megan, who couldn't keep the horror from her
face; the muscles of her face were responding.  "I told you I'd kill you if
you cheated on me, honey.  The party the three of us are going to involves
some special friends of mine, mostly from Nam.  You're it, you know. 
Everybody there gets a shot at fucking you.  Then you'll be spitted,
cheating cunt to lying mouth, and Gao will help us get you ready for the
roast.  You'll die in there somewhere.  Maybe even when Gao fucks you. 
He's got a cock like a horse, you know; he can't have normal sex.

   "I am not so very big, Mr.  Thomas, only if I want girlfriend to live. I
fuck her last, okay?  Other friends want to fuck her too.  I have knives
and things ready.  Stuffing is in tub in freezer."

   "Pease," Megan tried, then, "Please."

   Both men disappeared then, and a couple minutes later, they struggled
down the steps with a massive black body.  It was Andrew, sMegan realized,
the man Jill had introduced her to.  Andrew: hung, rough, aggressive, too
fond of banging her and Jill in the ass.  The men lay him on the slab long
enough for Gao to fasten a cord about his neck; they hung his body by the
cord.  There were two dark holes in his chest, and a dark smear at his
pelvis where that proud cock used to be.  Andrew.  Megan's skin tingled
with an unbidden surge of desire.

   Thomas lifted her off the hook and laid her on the bloody table, drawing
tape over her mouth.  "Hush, honey.  It's going to be over before you can
say cuckold." He cupped her breasts, and Megan felt another perverse surge
of pleasure.

   Megan closed her eyes as Thomas draped his trenchcoat over her.  Gao was
right; she was aroused.  At least she'd get laid.  When Thomas tossed her
over his shoulder, her nipples scrubbed against the coarse fabric and
swelled eagerly.  She saw no hope, but her heart throbbed with growing
desire.
   The End

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