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 The following story is a purely fictional account.  Any relationship to
anyreal 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.
   Broken
   She was on her knees before him.
   He grabbed her long thick red hair and forced her head up to look down
into her face.  He was naked and his cock was already stiffly erect and its
tip hovered half an inch from her parted lips.  She stared up at him with
dazed, half-closed eyes.  He wore fingerless leather gloves and his free
hand opened and closed threateningly as he spoke.
   "I'm gonna fuck your throat, you stupid twat," he said softly, meanly.
"You ready for me?"
   She nodded and her eyes blinked slowly."Yes, s-sir," she whispered
hoarsely.
   "First I want you tell me what a stupid cunt you are," he commanded
pulling on her hair to twist her head back slightly her lightly freckled
face fully offered up to him now.  His bulging arm muscles flexed like
steel cables.
   "I - I'm a s-stupid cunt, m-master," she said slowly, her beautiful
deep-sea green eyes fixed on his.  "A stupid, w-worthless cunt."
   "Go on."
   "I'm just a - a hole...just a h-hole for your c-cock."
   "That's right, pig," he sneered, his pulse racing, his prick now arching
upward, his balls full.
   "I'm nothing...dirt...a dirty worthless hole, empty and begging."
   Her eyes opened a little wider and he saw a little shiver run through
her body as her thighs pressed together.She sat on her haunches, naked, her
smooth fair body coiled like a spring, her wrists roped behind her.She
looked up at him now surrendering her soul to him."Without you I am shit,
master...a lump of stinking shit..."
   "Yes," he smiled, drinking in her humiliation.  "You are."
   "I'm not w-worthy of being your s-slut..."
   "No.  You don't deserve it.  You deserve only atrocious pain.  Pain,
bitch."
   "Yes, master."
   He leaned down and drew her face upward lifting her slightly, pulling
hurtfully on her scalp.  His hair was short-cropped and he was
clean-shaven. He had bird-like, demonic features, a fiercely scowling look.
   "Do you like it when I hurt you?"
   "Y-yes, sir."
   "Do you like to take pain for me?" She watched the tatoo of the scorpion
moving on his upper arm.
   "Mmm...ohhh yes...yes, master..."
   "Well, I'm gonna hurt you real good, don't worry about that.  But first
I'm gonna fuck your throat.  Open your mouth wide for me....ahhh...that's
right..."
   He held her there with her mouth open wide, her wet tongue curled down
over her lower lip and just looked at her, smiling.  His feet were far
apart, strong legs braced as he held her by her hair like that, up off her
knees just slightly, she staring up worshipfully, the way he liked it.
   Slowly, very very slowly, he stroked his prick with his free hand and
felt it surge and swell.
   "Ohh yeahh..." he groaned.  "I'm gonna enjoy you....Gonna take my time
with you you pretty little pig...mmmm...gonna take you down slooww...."
   He leaned forward and as he did he drew her to him sliding his cock into
the warm wetness of her mouth.  She moaned and batted her pretty eye-lashes
as he pushed slowly inward, the top ridge of his cock sliding along the
roof of her mouth, sliding in, toward the back, toward the flesh-ringed
cavity that waited for him.  As his shaft filled her throat-hole she choked
slightly and her eyebrows furrowed in discomfort.  He watched and smiled as
she struggled to control the gag reflex.
   "You can take it...that's it..." he urged...  "mmmm....that's it,
slut....take it...yeahh..take it deep, baby..."
   Her brows unfurrowed...her expression became gradually serene, resigned.
   He had a long fat cock, almost ten inches long, long enough to now slide
down into the tightness of her throat as her eyes opened again, tearfilled,
a tiny drop of spit leaking from the corner of her filled mouth."Uuuhhhh
yessss..." he sighed feeling the yielding pressure of her throat-passage as
he pressed forward and pulled her face toward his crotch.  Already he was
three quarters of the way to the end.  Slowly he continued to penetrate her
until her lips came right up to the root of his prick, until he had filled
her completely, until there was nowhere else to go, until his balls rested
against her smooth delicate chin.She had closed her eyes and he pulled on
her hair.
   "Look at me, pig!" he snarled.  "Look at your Master!"
   She stared up at him again, now with difficulty, her eyes almost rolling
back up into her head from the steep angle, brows arched prettily.
   "...you know how I like it...fuck me...fuck me with your head..."
   "Mmmmmm..." she moaned and very very gradually began to bob back and
forth on his cock, almost imperceptibly at first, then drawing back and
pushing forward as his grip on her hair relaxed to let her move.
   "That's it..." he whispered.
   "Ahhhh goddamn fucking cunt....that's it.....make it harder and bigger,
you bitch....harder and bigger for me..."
   She moaned enthusiastically in response and began to slide in and out on
him, pushing forward to feel the fat head of his cock squeeze into her
throat then rearing back to feel his shaft slide back out wetly on the
surface of her tongue until his big prick bobbed in the air in front of
her. Then, moaning hungrily she would thrust herself on it again,
corkscrewing her head as she did, sucking him greedily into herself, her
bound hands wriggling in vain against the rope.  Every once in a while he
would grip her hair hard holding himself hilted inside her, his cock jammed
in her warm throat, he'd reach down with his free hand to pinch her
nostrils shut.  He smiled greedily as she gagged and choked, as her face
grew flushed, as her eyes closed tightly, then he would let her go and she
would slide back sputtering, syrupy streams of spit oozing from her lips.
   "Do you love me, pig?" he asked after the third choking, gently tipping
her chin up to look into her bloodshot eyes.
   "Gghhh-ahh...yeah...yes...sir..."
   "Are you sure you love me?  Really sure?"
   "Mmnnhh..there's n-no one else in the whole world but You,
Master...You..."
   "You're a good little pig.  I really enjoy taking you apart....Go
on...suck me some more.  Get me harder.  Take me to the edge."
   "Ohhhmmmmm!" she groaned, sliding forward and filling herself with his
hard phallus, a silvery drool of spit hanging from her chin.  She rocked in
and out enthusiastically now and he relaxed, leaning his head back,
enjoying the passionate mouth-fucking, still holding her hair, keeping his
slave reined in, his other hand on her shoulder guiding her desperate
movements.  And gradually as she worked him, breathless and eager, her wild
eyes looking up, her shoulders wriggling as her arms fought the rope at her
wrists, her hands hungry to seize the hard fleshspear and stroke his fat
balls, gradually, gradually he grew tense again and began to steer her
motions, began to control her as she panted and puffed, lips stretched to
the limit, began again to hold her, nostrils pinched shut, to his demanding
manhood.He choked her three...four...five times, each time his face growing
meaner, his scowl angrier, each time going up on his toes, pulling her up
by her scalp, filling her throat with his prick and stopping her
breath....each time a little longer....each time releasing her to watch her
more and more wildly thrust herself on his cock, drawing closer and closer
to an orgasmic release but holding himself at bay.  Finally when the
tension reached its maximum peak, when just one more bob of her head would
have unleashed spurt after spurt of hot semen he slid out of her mouth,
released her and as she stared in surprise, mouth still open and drooling
spit and lube-juice he drew back and slapped her as hard as he could right
across the face, turning her head and making her topple sideways to the
floor with a choked-off cry.
   "Fucking...goddamn...dirtbag....cunt..." he growled.
   She lay stunned, his hand etched in red across her cheek, the
high-pitched whine from the explosion of the blow whistling in her ear.
   "You'll have to earn my cum."
   He rolled her over so that she lay flat on her back on top of her bound
wrists, arms under her, tits jutting upward.  She had nice plump tits. 
Plump but firm, wide as grapefruit halves with rosy perfectly shaped
nipples, and there were faint, long- ago scar-lines on the pretty orbs.
   He crouched over her face and took those luscious jugs in his hands. 
The pungent sweaty mansmell filled her nostrils as he pressed his balls
down on her mouth and squeezed her juicy boobs hard, as if he were steering
a speedboat on storm-tossed waves, all the time rubbing his big fat sweaty
hairy balls against her soft lips.  The muscles on his crouched legs tensed
as he rose up on his toes and let his balls dangle over her eyes...  then
he slowly lowered himself pressing his asshole into the ridge of her nose,
pressing down and suffocating her under his weight.
   "Ahhhh...Tell me now how much you love me, you stupid cunt," he groaned.
"Uhhh yeahhh...c'mon tell me..."
   "Mmffff..."she sputtered as he shoved his asshole against her pretty
mouth.
   "What's the matter?  Can't talk?  Huh?  Mmmm...ahhhh..."
   He rose slightly coming up off her.
   "Y-yes..." she gasped.  "Ohh yess...I love you sooo much...c-crush
me...sit on my face, sir...please...sit on mmggghhhhh...."
   He stopped her words turning them into incoherence as he rubbed himself
down into her hard again, rocking on his feet, crushing his genital sacks
against her lips, sealing her face between his big strong buttocks.
   "U-uhhhh yeahhh," he moaned, smiling, as she pushed her tongue up his
rectum.  He mauled her tits against her rib cage and twisted and pinched
the hard nipples between his thumb and forefinger.
   "Spread your legs," he ordered continuing to sit on her face.She obeyed
instantly moving her long supple thighs apart, bare feet scraping across
the carpet as she opened herself for him."Wider...yeahh...wide as you can
get 'em...More.  That's right...fucking whore...all the way...Lift your
butt off the floor.  Yeah.  That's it.  Get that cunt up, up! 
C'mon...higher..." She felt him lean forward slightly then sensed but could
not see the quick rise and fall of his arm as he brought his gloved hand
down, palm first, in a sharp cunt-slap.She squealed and her legs drew back
together instinctively.The one hand still remaining on her tit almost tore
her nipple off.
   "KEEP YOUR LEGS WIDE OPEN, YOU WORTHLESS WHORE!" he shouted.
   She whined and squirmed under him and he sank down on her face pushing
her head into the carpeted floor between his legs.
   "C'mon!  Ass up!  Gimme that cunt!  C'mon...C'MON!  Yeahh!  Give it to
me! GIVE!"
   Obediently she opened her legs again as she struggled to breathe,
blinded and suffocated under his balls and ass, his long dick pointing
forward between her tits as if indicating where the focus of the action
should go, her buttcheeks coming up off the floor.
   Again his arm rose.  He slapped her moist cunt hard making her jump and
squeal.  But this time, with some difficulty, she managed to keep her legs
open.His gloved hand smacked again and again on her wet slit and eventually
her legs no longer fought the instinct to close but remained wide for his
attack and her squeals became moans of pleasure and her pussy got slimier
as he spanked it.
   "Yeahh..." he grunted as he punished her cuntmound.  "You're mine! 
You're fucking cunt is mine....you're fucking SOUL is mine, shitbag!  You
would eat my shit if I wanted you to...huh?  Hmmm?  If I shit you would lap
it all up, wouldn't you? Yeahhh...yes you would...You're nothing but
a....worthless....stinking.....douchebag....."
   He rose up off her slowly to look down at her face between his massive
thighs.  Her hair was all over her forehead and cheeks in sweaty strands
and her nose and lips were flushed dark red and smeared with bits of shit
and pubic hair.  She gasped desperately for air and looked up at him, her
eyes waiting for his command, hanging on his next whim.  He stood over her
slowly stroking his huge upstanding cock, turning so that her head was
between his legs, his feet stepping on her spilled mane of hair on either
side.
   "Open your mouth," he ordered softly.  "I want to piss in it."
   He watched her lovely lips open wide, her eyes locked on his.  He went
on stroking his cock for a few moments, looking down at his open-mouthed
whoreslave.  He could feel the pleasant release of pleasure in his bladder
and a broad grin spread his lips as his urine hissed from his cock.  He
aimed the yellow stream at her closing her eyes, matting her hair wetly,
tracing the line of her cheek, piss streaming into her right ear, then the
left ear, down through her mane into the carpet and right into the round
'o' of her mouth to gurgle and pool and spill out down the sides of her
lovely face.
   "Pig....you're mine..." he said softly through the cruel grin.  "All
mine."
   Slowly, as he pissed on her, he stepped back so that the drizzle of
urine tracked down between her tits which his hands had turned beet-red,
down her flat belly and into her belly-button and finally on her flushed
pussy-mound making her raise herself again and open herself for it as he
urinated right on the slit he had just so viciously slapped.
   "Ugghhhhh," she grunted half-opened eyes looking up at her master, her
pissed-on face gleaming wetly.  "Yesss....Ahhmmm
all....y-yours...master...mmm...I - am - your - s-slutttt...."
   When he finished urinating he shook the final drops loose on her, then,
reaching down he grabbed her ankle and began to drag her across the room by
her leg.
   He pulled her to the big leather cuffs that dangled on chains from the
overhead pulley.He raised up each slender leg and buckled the black leather
tight around the ankle so that both her well-shaped limbs pointed upward,
her bare feet trapped, wriggling and arching as she felt the blood begin to
drain from them.  She watched him with a neutral expression on her face as
he bound her.  It was as if she was just an on-looker, an observer of her
own destruction.  She held each leg up for him willingly, his strong hands
roughly handling her, his complete attention on the act of buckling the
leather cuffs.
   Then, he went to the panel of switches on the wall.  He pressed one of
the buttons and a red light flashed just above it as a motor whirred
quietly above in the ceiling of the torture chamber.  Again stroking his
cock slowly he watched as the machine slowly lifted his whore upward, her
ass coming up off the carpet, her back, her shoulders and finally her head,
long red mane dangling as she swung her head nervously from side to side.
Her arms were still bound behind her and this impeded access to her curving
back and shoulderblades so as she rose toward the ceiling he reached over
and untied the wrist ropes, told her to let her arms dangle downward, then
re-tied the wrists together so that now she was deliciously offered to him,
hung way up off the floor upside down as the motor stopped whirring.  She
rotated slowly as she dangled, occasionally grunting from the uncomfortable
stretched position, her rib-cage standing out beautifully, belly pulled
flat, arms straight down, hands unable to touch the floor just two inches
below.  Piss dripped from her hair on to the carpet.He let her hang for a
while just watching, just jerking off.  An upside-down whore was a
beautiful sight.  He liked the way flesh sagged and accomodated itself to
the unnatural position, the way the cheeks flushed and spilled on to the
half-closed eyes, the way the titbags hung filled out, the exact definition
of the arm and shoulder tendons and the concave inward dip of her shaved
armpits, the way the muscles on the legs tensed and relaxed under the
strain.  The chains jingled as she moved, stretched, hands and fingers
reaching for the ground just beyond her grasp.  It was the most intensely
helpless position a woman could be put in, her whole body now available for
torture, its reversed beauty almost blasphemous.  It was a position which
violated all civilized tenets, all laws and all rules.  It was almost, but
not quite, as good as a crucifixion.
   She watched her master now walk to the large black cabinet, watched the
spider-web weave of blue lines that were tattooed across his powerful back
flex as he moved, her vision blurring.
   She bit her lower lip in anticipation, wondering if it would be just a
whip, or a cane even though she knew...she knew it would be worse...The way
he'd handled her this time she could sense the killing fury in him.  It
thrilled her and terrified her but she accepted it fully, had accepted it
long ago.
   This was her fate.  To belong to him.  To be his slavewhore.It had taken
months for her to recover from the last session.  There were still fading
marks on her abdomen, back and thighs.  He had broken two ribs and one of
her arms which now ached as it hung to the floor.But like a junkie she had
come back.  She'd always come back.  Back to her master...Back to the
vicious torture and humiliation like a helpless lamb to the slaughter. 
Even when he did not beckon her.
   "Got something new for ya, pig," he said now turning from the cabinet
with the weapon in his hand.It was a wooden dowel with a long piece of
chain secured to it.  At the end of the chain there was a steel ball with
spikes on it.  It was a mace...a medieval weapon...  or older perhaps. 
Something the gladiators would have used in battle in the ancient Roman
coliseum, strong powerful men facing each other in the blazing sun in the
arena.
   Now he came for her with it.  She knew this time he was going all the
way with her.
   This time she would not leave the torture chamber alive.
   As he walked toward her, he swung the terrible weapon through the air in
a circle around his head and it swooshed sharply.  About three feet away
from her he stopped and she looked up into his vicious face.  He stroked
his cock slowly with his free hand and leered down at her.  She saw his
eyes travel up and down her body. She had stopped rotating so he reached
out and gave her a slight push so that she began to revolve again
helplessly in front of him."Yeahh..."he said hoarsely. "Beautiful....you're
a beautiful fuckin' cunt, Sandy...a goddamn fuckin' beautiful piece of
ass..."
   She swung slowly around, unable to see him, and around again until he
came into view, slowly jerking off, his breath hissing and around again,
the room upside down and spinning...As he spoke again she could sense his
eyes devouring her soft fleshy ass."Beautiful fuckin' shitbag...I'm gonna
finish you, shitbag.  What do you think about that?  Huh?  You ready to die
today?  You ready to die for your Lord and Master?"
   Her lovely green eyes spun into view.
   "Yes, sir...I'm ready..."
   "You better be, bitch.  You better be...Cause I'm gonna take my sweet
time with you.  You know that, don't you?"
   "Yes, master."
   His cock grew and arched as he stroked it.  Each time she spun around it
was bigger, jutting upward like a mindless slug.  And now she heard his
feet move on the carpet slightly as she faced away from him, felt his hand
grip her leg and spin her back around to him.
   "I want you to see it comin'" he snarled and raised the spiked weapon.
   She saw the metal ball shoot down out of the air like a comet on the end
of the chain.
   With a meaty thud it smacked into her thigh, stuck to her for a moment
then slid off leaving three deep piercewounds that began to bleed almost
immediately.  The pain made her contort first then shriek then arch her
back as he swung the weapon again.
   This time the ball ripped into her belly and stayed there until he
yanked on the chain and tore it off.  As she howled and jerked around she
felt the hot trickle of blood down her chest and into the underside of her
right tit.He took half a step back and swung harder, a long whistling
lateral swing.The spiked ball smashed into the right side of her ribcage,
right into the bones that had just barely healed this time splintering
them, ripping a gash in her skin as she shrieked.
   "YEAHHH!" he shouted.  "Scream...SCREAM!!"
   With all his strength he swung the weapon down across her left ribcage
smashing the bones right into her lung, the spikes hilted in her, she
coughing up blood and gasping as he tore the ball back and swung it again
right into the soft yielding flesh of her lower belly.
   "Uugggggggg!" she grunted her body bending at the waist, head rising,
face twisted in agony.
   "BITCH!" he yelled and swung the killing hammer in a downward swoop into
her tit as her chest rose perpendicular to her hanging legs.
   "AAIIEEEE!" she keened as the spikes filled her titbag and then she
slumped to hang down again as he tore the ball out of her and swung it
again.The ball smashed into the side of her up-hung leg just above the
knee.She felt the power of the blow all the way to her hip and the chains
rattled accompanying her cries.  As he yanked the ball out of her he
stepped up to her and put his mouth to the wound in her leg sucking her
blood greedily, sinking his teeth deep into the tender warm
thighmeat."Ghaaaaa...yeahhh....yeahhh..." he growled pushing his mouth
against her bleeding leg."I'm gonna eat you bitch...I'm gonna kill you and
eat you..."
   Then he stepped back again."GODDAMN SLUTT!!"
   He swung hard and buried the spiked ball in her asscheek.  As she
screamed he tore it out of her kicking her away with his foot to pry the
spikes out of the butt- muscles, starting her on a pendulum swing as she
rotated, bleeding and crying, her bound hands reaching up beseechingly, her
eyes looking for pity as he mercilessly pounded the hammer into her lovely
rump-flesh, into the backs of her thighs, bloodspecks flying, blood running
down her, blood spattering his legs and belly.  He whipped her back with it
placing deep gouge-cuts on either side of her spinal-ridge and several in
her shoulderblades.  The thump-thump-thump of the ball as it struck her was
louder and more reverberant there, her pierced lungs acting like a sound
board, her gasping shrieks melting into gulping, gurgling, choking,
coughing gasps as blood drooled down her freckled face, down her cheeks
into her eyes and hair- line...
   "GODDAMN FUCKIN' BITCH!!!"
   He was smiling now, a broad evil toothy demonic grin as he swung the
mace into her knees.  "OHH YEAHH!" he shouted as he swung again and again.
One leg cracked as the joint came loose and the defenseless bitch wailed
and wailed.  And he swung at her knees again.  And once more.Each brutal
blow harder than the one before as she spun and now the spikes sank into
the back of her knees, ripping vein and muscle, making the beaten wench
howl dementedly and twist and gasp coughing up more blood from her
shattered lung.  Three more savage blows and her other leg snapped like a
tree-branch.  "Auughhhhhh!" she grunted, eyes suddenly very wide, her body
shuddering traumatically then spasming as she fainted.
   He dropped the weapon and stepped up against his beaten bloody
whoreslave rubbing his cock against her, his arms rising as his hands
traveled up the sides of her broken legs feeling the mangled bones under
the skin, the pulsing spikewounds.
   "Ahhhhh....fuckin' bitch....mmmm..." he sighed rubbing his face against
the spurting blood-vessels in the back of her meaty thighs, straddling
her...
   "Mmmmm...kill you...and eat you...yeahhh..."
   He climbed up onto her bracing his strong legs around her waist, his
feet crossed just above her bleeding titmounds, his whole weight on his
hanging slave, clutched to her like a giant spider-leech, his mouth buried
in her pussy, man and woman spinning slowly in mid-air, the leather cuffs
tightening viciously around the ankles, her foot twisting twisting
twisting...  until with a sharp loud crack the ankle- bone snapped
   Heedless, he went on biting and sucking at her cunt for a few minutes,
dangling with her ...then he slid off to go to the wall-panel and switch
the motor on reverse to let her down, down to the floor now on her back.
   In the large windowless bathroom he filled a bucket with cold water from
the showerhead and returned to the chamber to splash it down on the inert
woman.  She came to with a gasp then twisted over on her side groaning in
agony, coughing up blood.  He pushed her over on her back again with his
foot which he then put at her throat to hold her soaked head down and look
at her smiling.
   "Still love me, Sandy?  Huh?  Still love your good buddy Andrew?  Huh?
SPEAK UP, CUNT!"
   "Y-yahhss..." she said softly choking between words, her eyes looking up
at him
sadly."...I...l-luuhvve..y-you...M-m-mahhster...I'll...a-always..l-luhhve..
.y-y ou..."
   "Mmmmm..." he moaned smiling, stroking himself, letting the sensation of
power take over him and fill him, pressing the sole of his foot down into
her warm throat, watching her choke and wince.
   He looked down at the empty steel bucket which still dangled from his
hand and sensed a sudden inspiration.  Turning away he went back into the
bathroom and filled the bucket again.When he returned to his beaten woman
he put the bucket down next to her and slid down to kneel between her
beaten shattered legs.
   "I'm gonna fuck you now, slut," he said simply sliding his hands under
her thighs to open and raise them.  As he did the broken bones in her knees
and ankle twisted and the bitch howled and sobbed.
   Andrew's cock surged hugely as his slavewhore's slit spread open before
him, moist and juicy between her bloody thighs.  Pushing her legs back and
causing her intense fiery pain he positioned his shaft right at the base of
her pink-fleshed snatch and pushed slowly into his gasping crying woman as
he knelt in the wet carpet, thighs apart, his balls hanging heavily.  He
penetrated her slowly looking down into her face, she looking back at him,
sobbing, bound arms stretched up above her head, the wounds on her belly,
tits and thighs bleeding, one foot pointing straight up, the other, where
the ankle had busted, twisted inward at an impossible angle. He put his
weight into her now to slide deeper, to hilt his big prick in her, to fuck
her while he sank his teeth hard into her calves and heels, gripping her
broken foot in his mouth, biting hard, clamping down on the arch until
blood filled his mouth.  He bit the toes of both feet while he fucked her
to a cruel unstoppable rhythm, she yielding to him, moaning, trembling with
each downthrust of his powerful hips. Placing his hands on her thighs just
above the broken knees he pushed the legs down slowly, opening her
wider...pushed, pushed, until her bitten feet were flat against the floor
on either side of her head, until she was in a hell of suffering, his cock
pistoning in and out of her."That's it, cunt," he spat.  "That's where you
belong...On the end of my COCK!"
   "Uhh!" she grunted as he slammed her.  "Uh!  Uh!  Uh!"
   "Take it, you bitch...TAKE IT!"
   "Ahh!  ughh!  Uh!  Nngg!"
   Now he leaned forward and put his hands on her broken ribcage pushing
down on her, fucking her faster, his chest bearing down on the backs of her
thighs."Unnhhhgghh!" she groaned, coughing, sputtering.  Blood jetted from
her throat and into his face."Yeahhh!" he laughed.He bent down to maul his
lips against hers and the blood geyesered into his mouth and he drank her
and fucked her and crushed her against the floor.  Her bound arms rose and
wrapped around his neck and her pussy squeezed him spastically as he nailed
himself into her victoriously.
   She took him and welcomed him, surrendered herself to his loveless fuck.
   "...cunt...cunt...cunt..." he growled as he pumped her.
   "Uh!  Mmgghh!  Uhhh!  Nnnnn!"
   Pulling himself free of her arms he rose up half-way off her to look
down into her face.
   "I wanna fuck your asshole," he snarled.
   She just looked at him in a daze.
   "You hear me?"
   She nodded.
   "I wanna fuck your asshole and I wanna hear you beg for it..."
   "Mmggg...P-please f-fuck...fuck me - uh - u-up the a-ass...pleease?"
   "Again.  Beg me."His huge cock slid in and out of her.  In and out.  In
and out.
   "Pleeease?  ohh..uh!  Fuhh-fuckk me Uh!  Ahh! ...fuck me up the ass,
Master!"
   "Filthy whore," he growled sliding out of her suddenly, grabbing her by
the hips to roll her over on her belly.
   "You filthy goddamn piece of shit whore.  Get your ass UP!  Get it up
for me! NOW!"
   She struggled on broken knees to lift herself as he crouched behind and
between her bleeding thighs."You fucking piece of shit...that's right...get
it up there!"
   He stroked himself, his cock hard to the point of bursting now, hot hard
and throbbing."BEG ME!" he yelled.
   "Pleeeeease, sir!  P-please put your d-dick in my a-a-ass...pleeeease?"
   Taking her by the hips, going down to kneel bethind her thighs which
pressed against him and bled on him he put the engorged head of his cock to
her rectal orifice.His prick, still slimy from being up her cunt, slid up
against the puckered anal lips.
   "Bitch!" he whispered meanly and jammed himself up her bunghole.
   "Ahhhhhhhhhnhhhnnnnnnggg!" she groaned.
   He smiled like a vengeful demon as he now fucked her pitilessly up her
ass, his hips thrusting and thrusting deliberately, his prick jabbing
deep."Uhh!  Worthless sluttt!  Uh!  Annhhh!  Filthy piggg!  Uhhh!" She held
herself for him, taking the vicious fucking, face pressed against the dank,
piss-stinking carpet.  Now he felt himself build quickly toward orgasm, his
cock hot and throbbing as it pummeled in and out of his broken bitch.  He
reached down and grabbed both her legs, his hands gripping both her slender
ankles, one swollen from the snapped bone, and as he thrust into her
holding her up with his huge cock he raised the broken limbs.  He strained
mightily, his powerful muscular body sweating and flexing as he raised her
and split her simulteaneously, spreading and spreading her to an impossible
limit.
   "AHHGGGHHHHH!" she shrieked bound hands clutching the carpet as both
hips creaked, twisted, trembled then snapped, both legs now being bent back
and apart on either side of her, as he slammed deep into her asshole,
hilted inside her while he broke her, cracked her like an oven roaster on
the banquet table, bones ripped through skin, arteries split and gushing.He
lifted her upward as he rose to his feet grunting with the exertion holding
her like a wheelbarrow.
   "Ahhh!  Fffucckin' CUNT!" he shouted.  "PUT YOUR HEAD IN THE BUCKET, YOU
BITCH!  IN THE GODDAMN BUCKET!  I'M GONNA DROWN YOUUUUU!"
   "Ughhhh!" she grunted and obeyed him as he aimed her at the filled
receptacle, going up on her weak arms, her hands walking on the wet carpet,
as her face hovered over the surface of the water.
   He let her slide down now, her lovely red hair following her head with a
splash into the bucket which spilled water down its sides as she gripped it
between her bound arms."That's it, you stupid fuck!  THAT'S ITT!"
   Blood and shit jetted up out of her around his cock as he slammed her
broken body downward now and he heard her choking and sputtering inside the
bucket."DROWN YOU FUCKING TWAT!  DROWN!  DROWN!  DROWN!!!"
   He felt the first delirious shivers of orgasm building in his balls and
he held his bitch firmly in position as she shuddered and spasmed and
kicked.  The water bubbled in the bucket around her hair as he jamthrust
his prick up her shitsmeared asshole and he kept fucking and fucking and
fucking until there was no movement left in her, until she went completely
limp, until the water no longer bubbled and he kept on fucking and fucking
and fucking her.  He slid down on one knee as the first burst of orgasm
speared through him, slid down with a grunt, fucking his dead whore,
shooting his scum into her dead guts as the bucket clattered down and
spilled on the rug her head still in it.  The second burst took him all the
way down on both knees and he thought it might be over but his cock was
still hard, way hard....so he put it in her pussy and began again...he
fucked the dead woman violently.  He fucked her and cursed her.  After a
while he laid her on the floor pulled the bucket off her head, ripped her
mouth open and fucked her mouth, dead eyes looking up at him glassily.  He
arched over her in a prone position as if he was doing push-ups over her
face to send his cock into her dead throat and laugh and fuck his dead
wet-headed whore's mouth, his cock coming up out of her all streaked with
blood.  He jammed down into her head until her jawbone broke with a crunch
then pulling out he emptied his balls on her face filling her dead eyes
with his sperm.
   After resting a few minutes laying next to the broken woman on the wet
carpet he rose and got the butcher knife from the cabinet.
   He dragged her into the bathroom by her hair.He liked the way her legs
looked, twisted and mangled, like the legs on a doll some kid had broken.
Her feet were pulled all the way up to her shoulders, one pointing inward
the other forward.He was getting hard again so he slid his prick into her
cunt.  She was still nice and warm and he moaned, smiled and started
fucking her, knife in hand.As he fucked his dead twisted whore he began to
stab her.  Stab.  Stab.  Stab.  Taking his time.  Enjoying himself.  Blood
began to pool around him on the tiled floor.
   "...bitch...cunt...whore...sluttt...." he growled softly.  Stabbing. 
Stabbing.He reached down and picked up her arm, her pretty hand...so
pretty. The knife was very sharp.  He sliced into the wrist, through skin,
veins, muscle, bone.  Blood spilled from the armstump.  He rubbed her dead
bleeding hand on his face, on his chest as he fucked the dead whore. 
Fucked.  Fucked.  Harder and harder.  Deeper and deeper. He cut off her
other hand.  Cut the fingers from the hand.  Chewed and sucked the flesh
off a pinky.  He cut off her tits.  Sliced them to ribbons as he fucked and
fucked feeling himself reeling with pleasure, bathed in her hot blood.  Her
mouth was wide open, broken jawed, eyes staring upward...Ahhhhhh...she
seemed to be saying. Ahhhhhh....Ahhhhhhh....like she was enjoying the
hideous desecrating fuck....Ahhhhhh...He laughed and slammed into her then
shouted and scowled and grunted like an animal and began to cut her feet
off her broken legs, to stab and stab her thighs...blood spattered the
bathroom walls...the light bulb which hung from the ceiling...he had
trouble cutting into the thighs...they were too thick...Ughhh! Yeahhh!  He
cut and cut...managed to slice one leg clean off but not the other...He
raised the mutilated limb to his mouth and took a bite out of the luscious
calf.  He started to come.  There was blood on his face and mouth.  Ughhh!
Ughhh!  He stabbed her belly, gashed it open, reached into her, still so
warm and juicy...mmmmmhhhhh!  He ripped her guts out of her as he came
ripped, ripped, ripped...then sliding out of the mess, getting to his feet
he aimed his cock at her dead face and came.
   Later, when he roasted pieces of her on the blazing barbecue grill his
cock would throb and pulse with the memory of the slaughter.  It took him a
few days to completely devour her, every bit of her, every last juicy
delectable morsel.  The last thing to be rid of was her hair...her thick
lustrous dark red hair.  He tossed it into the flames in the end and
watched it burn and smoke until it was just gray-white ashes.
   WOODBURN