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. 


                                         Porno-Snuff

	Stryker ran his hand slowly up the girl's back and side where his sword
had left deep ridged slash-wounds.  Her blood trickled through his fingers on
its way down her slender, delicious body and he jerked himself off looking up
at her face. Her slutty, mascara-lined eyes now had the resigned, defeated
look Stryker loved to see on his victims.  She hung up off the floor by her
wrists, legs pulled wide apart and roped to the wooden posts on either side of
her.  The noose around her neck pulled her pretty bleached-blonde head
upward, tilting it to one side slightly.  He had tightened it just enough to
choke her slowly without strangling her before tying it off to an eye-hook
bolted to one of the wooden posts.  Her naked, tortured and beaten body
hung in mid-air stretched into a taut X of youthful suffering red-lipped
girlflesh.
	Stryker knew the little bitch didn't have far to go.
	She was loosing blood quickly now and her face was flushed, her painted
mouth wide as she gasped for breath, her eyes unfocused.
	Her body had stopped the vigorous excited jerking which had possessed it
only a few minutes earlier when his sword had swept methodically down on
her in quick measured strokes. Stryker had stood behind her and sliced into
his hanging captive with sure-handed swats that drove sharp cold steel into
firm girl-flesh. He had been forceful and merciless, slashing deep cuts across
her wide smooth back and heaving, gasping flanks.  Her blood now snaked
down her full round butt and strong bound legs in tiny rivulets to drip off her
shapely feet, fat blood drops like red pearls.
	From a few feet away, and adding a most delightful dimension to the
scene, the girl's lovely mother, Sarah, bound on hands and knees by leather
cuffs to metal O-rings in the floor of the torture chamber, had begged Stryker
to spare her daughter. Sarah had screamed with every downthrust of his
sword on her blonde  daughter's body while one of Stryker's leather-hooded
servants had slammed his huge prick up momma's tightly-clenched asshole.
	Each time the sword had flayed the lovely teenager Sarah had pled with
her attackers. 
	Each time the whoosh of the weapon and the young girl's scream was
followed by her mother's sobbing entreaties for mercy.
	....and each single time she was ignored and the sword had swung again
and the sneering hooded man kneeling behind her had thrust himself deeper
into her asshole, taking his pleasure, holding her hips in a steely grip as her
sphincter tightened around his massive shaft.
	This mother and daughter team had been quite a find for Stryker.
	Sarah was a thirty-eight year old porno starlet. Her daughter Tracy
had been conceived in an orgy scene made in the days when skin flicks were
still shot on 16mm. film. Any one of the five men in the film could have been
Tracy's father. Sarah had never thought it important to find out just which
one. In fact, the bitch had brought up her daughter with no concern for
traditional morality or family values.  Tracy had grown up watching her
mother fuck men in front of the cameras day in and day out and eventually
joined her there. Wicked and deliciously incestuous they thrived as a duo in
the porno industry making video after video, fucking hundreds of times
before the probing eye of the camera.
	Silently, Stryker had watched mother and daughter in a recent production
his associate had shot and brought to him.
	 Naturally it too was an orgy flick, a typical gang-bang feature called
Cooling Off': ten naked men and the two luscious mother-daughter video-
sluts under the bright heat of a summer California day around a swimming
pool.  He'd watched Sarah and Tracy suck the men off and take their cocks
in their smoothly shaved pussies.  He'd watched the daughter get a man hard
in her mouth and slide his dick into her momma's tiny pink butthole.  He'd
watched them enjoying their perfect sluthood.  Tracy already had nice fat
big-nippled boobs just like her mother and both fake-blonde bimbos were
wonderful as they took the grueling fuck-jabs of the muscular, well-endowed
men.  Stryker had specially liked a scene where both mother and daughter
sucked one guy off, his big hairy hands grabbing their disheveled blonde
manes to thrust first into one upturned face and then into the other.  When he
came, in thick gushing spurts both Tracy and Sarah had opened their glossy
lips wide to take his cum in their throats, a dreamy look of surrender on their
faces.
	"Get them for me," he'd told Jack, the director.
	"Get them for me and I'll let you shoot it."
	"I've never done snuff..." Jack had said, his eyes gleaming.  He was tall
blonde and bearded, a Malibu Viking.
	Stryker's eyes were fixed on the large screen.
	In Jack's video, Sarah was riding a guy who lay on a lawn chair, his cock
pistoning in and out of her swollen pink cooze, her tits cupped in her hands,
her face twisted with fake, over-acted passion.  She begged the man to fuck
her over and over as she looked into the camera.
	"Never?" Stryker had asked.
	The video cut to Sarah on her knees getting fucked doggy-style while in
the background two men double-fucked Tracy.
	"Nope," Jack had replied, both men lost in the sexual action in the video.
	"But I sure as hell wouldn't mind giving it a shot...especially with these
two fuck-bunnies..."
	They watched as the camera went in close, two huge cocks erupting on
Tracy's smiling face and mouth.  Sperm gobs trickled down the young slut's
face and neck and tits.
	"No, sir," Jack asserted. "I sure wouldn't mind giving it a shot at all."
	Stryker watched Sarah's big tits wobble as she took a serious ass-reaming.
	He thought of how it would feel to stab a knife into her, to cut her open
like a fish and gut her. He imagined her screaming.
	"Let's do it, Jack," he said. "Let's give these sluts what they deserve."
	

	And that's the way it had gone down.  Jack had set up three cameras in
Stryker's soundproof basement while the two smut-babes were manhandled
into a van and delivered to the seaside mansion.
	At first the bitches had protested angrily and demanded to be let go but
after a few swift punches and slaps, after their faddish clothes were ripped off
them and they were hauled into the torture chamber, after Tracy was hoisted
up off the floor, and especially after the sword was introduced, they did
nothing but babble pleadingly...and after the sword flew, whistling meanly and
thudding into Tracy's pretty white back and flanks, the teenager had ceased
making any but the most rudimentary human sounds of pain, lovely soprano
shrieks, hysterical wails, while Sarah pleaded for her daughter's life between
cries of fuck-pain.
	The sounds of female anguish excited Stryker deeply and he'd smiled as
he'd delivered cut after cut after cut across Tracy's helplessly vulnerable
body.
	"You want 'er to live, bitch?" Stryker now asked Sarah without even
turning to look at her.  Instead he stood before Tracy and traced the edges of
her hard nipples as the teenage girl's eyes rolled upward.  Tracy's warm blood
dripped from his fingers, speckled her chest, dripped off her buttocks to the
floor. He took the end of the rope that led up to the pulley in the ceiling and
down to the teenager's choked neck, untied it from the eye-hook in the post
and turned to the helpless mother.
	"Oh, God, yes!...pleeeease...don't hurt her anymore...." Sarah whined.
	The man behind Sarah continued to thrust his monstrous prick into the
luscious fuck-doll's asshole.
	Stryker now noticed the small dark blue tattoo on the woman's shoulder,
an abstract design which along with her servile position and disheveled hair
and the bruises from the beating his men had dished out earlier showed her
for what she truly was: a filthy worthless whore, a plaything to be used and
discarded.
	Slowly Stryker began to tug on the choke rope as he strode up to Sarah.
	Behind him Tracy began to make wet choking sounds and to drool, her
face turning a dark shade of red.
	"I'm gonna give you a chance to save your filthy daughter, cunt."
	Sarah looked up at him and he savored the hope in her eyes.
	"If you get me and my friend off and it pleases me I'll let both of you go."
	"...y-yesss...yes, Sir....pleease....anything....anything..."
	Stupid slut.
	Stryker stepped up to her and pushed his cock into her face.
	"Suck, cow...suck me good...suck the way you do in the videos...you piece
of shit..."
	With an eager moan Sarah took Stryker's fourteen-inch, tattooed shaft and
began instantly to rock her head back and forth on it.
	Gripping her by the hair the sadist fucked the porno-whore's delicious face
as he pulled on the choke rope; the cartoon heart that was tattoed on the side
of his huge cock appeared and reappeared as the massive appendage slid in
and out of Sarah's lovely wet pink mouth stretching her lips to the limit.
	Stryker's hooded servant now thrust into Sarah's ass harder and faster.
	Sarah fucked and sucked for all she was worth in the desperate belief that
if she could get her tormentors off they would let her and Tracy go.  Though
she was already thirty eight years old her tanned body was strong from daily 
jogging and workouts. Still, the exertion of her ordeal caused her pretty face,
which Stryker now fucked unchecked, to flush hotly and sweat to bead up all
over her; it trickled into her heavily made-up eyes and, along with her tears,
made the mascara and eye-lining run in dark streams down her cheeks.  She
could hear Tracy gasping for air and she looked pleadingly up into Stryker's
cold impassive face.
	"That's right..."Stryker snarled approvingly. 
	"Go for it, pig. After all, its your fault you and Tracy are even here."	
	He sneered contemptuously at her confusion and took her head by her
hair in his free hand.
	"Yeah, you tramp," he growled, now holding her steady as he fucked her
throat.
	"What kind of mother are you anyway? Bringing your daughter into
smut...turning her into a whore...If I'd never seen you in those films neither
one of you would be here now."
	He spread his legs slightly apart as his balls swelled and his cock boomed
powerfully stretching Sarah's lips. It was giving him pleasure to hammer it all
home to her.
	A dark somber look of pleasure appeared on his stern features as he pulled
hard on the rope now and thrust his long fat prick down the throat of the
video-whore in front of him. 
	Tracy rose higher, pulled by the choking rope.  The angle of her lovely
head became more pronounced and the shade of red darker, now almost
purple.
	"GG-ggghhhhhh!" Tracy gurgled.
	"C'mon, bitch!" Stryker urged. "Get me off! Time's running
out....C'mon show me what you've got..."	
	Wildly Sarah threw herself against Stryker's dick choking as it lodged in
her throat.  The hooded man rammed deep into her rectal passage.  Both
men fucked the kneeling whore with hard spastic thrusts that made her shiver
and whine.
	Stryker gave a last vicious tug on the rope and Tracy rose toward the
ceiling, her feet quivering like speared fish. 
	"Filthy bitches," Stryker growled yanking Sarah's face back and forth by
her yellow mane, watching her red lips slide the length of his veined shaft,
back and forth over the wedge-shaped crown where the bizarre tatoo of the
pierced cartoonish heart began, her spit leaving his hard flesh gleaming.  The
hooded man grunted and stabbed his cock into the bound woman's guts.
	"Whip 'er....whip the scum-bag!" Stryker ordered.
	The hooded man reached up to the wall beside him and took a long
fiberglass rod which hung from a hook.  Viciously he began to slash at
Sarah's luscious asscheeks and back like a jockey riding his steed to the finish
line.
	Stryker gritted his teeth, tugged on the rope.
	"Yeahh!" he groaned...  "Yeahhh...that's it...that's it!" 
	Tracy's face was now dark purple, her eyes were rolling back in her head,
her tongue lolling out.
	The fiberglass rod sang.  Thin bright red welts sprung up on Sarah's rump
and back some of them turning to dark scarlet bruises almost immediately.
	Stryker grinned ferociously, sweat beading up on his forehead.
	"Its all water under the bridge now, isn't it cunt?" he shouted down at his
captive. "ISN'T IT? What you did with your life...and with your daughter's
life...Water under the bridge, right? Because now you ARE here! You and
your worthless scumbag daughter...and if you can't get me off its over for
BOTH of you!"
	In an adjoining room, in darkness, Jack sat before the table where the TV
monitors conveyed the images from the three cameras in the torture
chamber.  He had stripped naked and he jerked off now watching the
incredible violence in Stryker's chamber.  He always enjoyed watching people
fuck. He supposed that's why he made porno movies.  But this was way
more exciting.
	He was about to see two gorgeous sleaze-babes lose their lives and his
cock was starting to feel like a steel hammer.
	"C'mon, Sarah!" Stryker shouted. "You stinking bag of dog-shit! Is that
the best you can do? Fuckin' whore...  Suck me! C'mon! GET THE CUM
OUT OF ME!"
	Stryker pulled on the rope harder and harder and just as he slid deep into
Sarah's mouth hilting his shaft in her throat, yanking on her hair angrily,
there was a sharp dry crack behind him. 
	He looked back over his shoulder at the hanging girl and took half a step
back to allow her mother a clear view of the horrible spectacle while still
holding her to his cock.
	A small wounded-animal cry came from Tracy and her eyes bulged out of
their sockets as the teenage  girl's neck snapped followed by a hiss as urine
exploded from her bladder spattering the stone floor. The hooded man
groaned and stiffened as he shot his load into Sarah's asshole gripping her
hips to push himself in to the hilt also looking up to watch the young girl die.
For a few minutes Tracy's lovely frame continued to shudder beautifully, the
piss stream gradually subsiding to a trickle, until finally she sagged motionless
on the ropes beautiful as an angel in death, piss and blood droplets quivering
on the tips of her painted toes.
	Stryker's cock muffled Sarah's loud desperate sobs as tears poured down
her face.
	"Yeahhh...." Stryker growled looking down at her with a cynical
smile..."Yeahhhh....she's dead....Dead, bitch....And all because of you...I guess
you just weren't good enough. Right? When push came to shove you just
couldn't cut it, Sarah ...just couldn't fuckin' cut it...."
	Then he glanced up into the sweaty hooded face of his servant pulling out
of the defeated whore's lips leaving a thick streamer of white pre-cum
dripping off her babbling lips.
	"Baby's dead....time to take momma down..."


	They get Sarah up off the floor and lay her on her back on the rough
wooden table... Its a crudely made table...several two-by-fours nailed on top of
two workhorses. Sarah does not struggle. She is vanquished, defeated,
destroyed, hollowed out. Her wrists are pulled over her head and secured to
metal manacles positioned on each corner.  Her whipped legs are suspended,
ankle-cuffed to chains that dangle from the ceiling, wide open, stretched high,
bare feet pointing upward.
	She is crying. She can see her daughter hanging dead on the opposite side
of the chamber.
	Stryker and his servant now take turns mounting the table to fuck her
brutally with barb-studded dildos that alternately rip her pussy and asshole to
shreds and make her shriek fitfully. Blood pools under the screaming slut,
drips through the cracks in the wooden slats.
	They take knives and stab the bitch while they fuck her, not deep at first,
slicing some blood out of her, gouging her tits  but as the fuck intensifies they
jam their blades deep into thigh-meat, into arms, shoulders, calves.
	Her screams shrill now as Stryker punches the knife-blade into the middle
of her chest and drags it downward,  slicing her open.
	The hooded servant climbs up on the table, crouches over her screaming
face, slices her neck open from ear to ear.  Blood spurts up on to his prick as
he cums in her eyes.
	Stryker takes a fistful of guts and yanks them out of her as he empties
his cock into her spasming womb.
	Both men retreat from the dying whore on the table as Jack enters with a
hand-held camera.  Lovingly he pans over Sarah's gouged, wounded,
bleeding body while he jerks off...circles Tracy as she hangs bleeding, eyes
rolled upward, moth wide open in death...
	Incredibly still alive, Sarah looks up at him, blood bubbling from her lips.
	"....ahhggggh - g-goddd - J-Jack - wh-wh-why?...why!?"
	His reply is slightly slurred, his voice husky with pleasure.
	"There's money in snuff, baby......lots of money....besides...."
	He licks his lips.
	"I wanted to watch you and Tracy die....Its a lot like watching you get
fucked....only more permanent....Much more permanent."
	Jack frames her pretty face as a sudden violent spasm overtakes her.
	With a grunt of pleasure he jerks off in her face while continuing to shoot
the scene, his jism spurting on her cheeks and in her open, unseeing eyes.
	The camera takes in her final breaths, her lovely death.
	Stryker and his men take up sharp axes.
	The final frames of the videotape show Tracy's dead body being hacked in
mid air....blood flying....bones breaking....axe blades fucking teenage
cunt-meat.
	When the girl lies in pieces on the chamber floor all three men piss on her
dismembered remains.
	Tracy's dead mother will then be cut apart also, and the men will roast
both women over a slow smouldering grill. 
	Afterwards they will feast greedily on slaughtered whoreflesh and the
videotape of the killing will be played over and over.

WOODBURN