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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.





   Down Into Darkness





   I cannot tell you precisely where we are.

   It is enough, by way of introduction, to say that five faceless men, no
longer human, have found the perfect place for their depraved needs: An
abandoned mine outside the city arrived at by an unused road not found on
any map.  And to the mine they have brought fresh killmeat: the woman and
the girl.

   You may ask whether the men feel any pity.  Yes you may ask that. 
Because how can a mother and her young daughter be taken in this cruel way
if there is pity, or humanity, or any of the civilized emotions?

   You may even ask if these five cruel men, beardless, young, powerfully
built men, even possess a soul.  Because certainly men with a soul could
not do this.



   I cannot tell you how this came to be...only that we are here in the
darkness of the deep mine, lit by bare light bulbs, powered by a generator
the hum of which reverberates in this cold and deep earth.  We are here to
watch, silent, yet greedy witnesses.



   The elevator opens and the men bring their captives into their dim
world.

   "Let us go!  Please!" the mother pleads.

   She pleads desperately as they half-drag her and her sweet young
daughter out of the elevator.  In the struggle she looses one high-heel
shoe and she's forced to limp along unsteadily until the other shoe too is
lost in the soft earth floor of the mine.

   Look at the captives carefully: The sweet young thirteen year old blonde
blue-eyed little girl.  How out of place she seems in this dark and
oppresive place.  You want to see her in bright surroundings of harmonious
color, in school perhaps or at play with her friends.  Not here, her eyes
terrorized as she is forcefully pulled along and then separated from her
mother.

   And the mother...mmm...  Long blonde hair, darker than her daughter's,
deep honey blonde, and hazel-brown eyes that look to the stern faces of her
captors for something that isn't there.

   How could it happen so quickly?  One moment she and Laurie were at the
parking lot in the mall on a beautiful Saturday morning.  And now...in the
humid darkness of hell.

   Yes.  The cunt pleads.  And the men like to hear her beg.  They don't
tell her to shut up.  They like the melodious, feminine sound of her
anxious voice echoing in the huge underground cavern.  She keeps on
pleading, her voice more anguished as they put her against the rough wooden
post and tie her wrists behind her.  Two of the men are black and in the
half-lit gloom of the cave they seem almost ghost-like as they take their
daughter away from her between them.  They take little Laurie to the other
side of the cavernous hall, she looking back at her mother and whining
pitifully, calling for her.  "NOO!" Martha screams.  "PLEEASE!!"...  as the
black men rip Laurie's bright red halter-top off her, her socks and
sneakers, her gym shorts.  "....ohh Godddd...let us go...let my baby go...I
have money...take it...take me...pleeeease...let her go!!..  let h-..."

   Her cries are suddenly cut off as the man in front of her slams a wooden
board across her belly....WHHHUUUUMPPP!

   Winded and in pain she doubles forward held to the post by her wrists
and gently almost lovingly she's taken by the shoulder and raised back
upright. She looks into a handsome face, blue-eyed man's face whose eyes
are like mid-winter ice. "We don't want your money....we want your blood,
bitch..."

   "...your pain..."

   He smiles fiendishly and she sees his hand draw back, the board coming
toward her. WHHHUMMMPPPP! Brutal blow again bending her, she almost
vomiting, hot gush of pain in her stomach, glimpse of his cruel sneering
smile, the others laughing.  She's pulled up slowly again to look at him.
"You and your filthy little tramp daughter...." He leans forward and seals
his lips over hers in an obscene kiss holding her face still so she cannot
escape him.

   And again the hand with the board draws back as he steps away.
WHHHUMMMPPPP! The others move in and as she bends way down to the harsh
pain big rough hands tear at her blouse ripping the expensive fabric away.
She tries to say something but she can't breathe and then the hands are
ripping her skirt and pantyhose down to her ankles.

   One of them has a knife.

   He cuts her panties off her with one quick upswing that leaves a thin
blood-line up across her lower belly.  Then he stuffs the lacey cloth in
her gasping mouth and another of the men seals her lips shut with duct tape
going all the way around her face and hair then securing her head to the
post with it. The torn clothes are cut away from her leaving her naked. 
Her ankles are bound to the post and now she can only watch, trapped and
helpless as the two men take her screaming daughter to a dirty mattress
spilled on the floor of the mine.  There are dark stains on it and her
heart goes out to Laurie as she's slammed down on to it naked now and
crying, slammed down on her knees and then bent over, her face shoved into
the filthy mattress, crying and begging as the men strip off their shirts
and jeans...all five men stripping naked now, their sweaty smooth bodies
gleaming as they step in and out of the pools of yellow light from the
dangling bulbs...those stains on the mattress...are they blood?  she
thinks...are they going to kill us?...the faces of the men are like stone
and the overhead lights mask their faces in shadows... One of the black men
sinks to his knees behind her daughter on the mattress,big dark defiling
hands on her as he pulls her sweet little asscheeks open and puts his
beastly cock to her pussyhole.  With an angry shout he plunges his erect
shaft up Laurie's virgin pussy making the little girl jerk up her lovely
blonde head and shriek spiritedly, the other black man now kneeling in
front of the thirteen year old smiling, grabbing her by her toussled hair,
talking to her with a soft and patient voice, telling her to suck his cock.
The little girl's mind is blown with fear and pain and she obeys opening
her lips wide for the impossibly huge prick.  Martha watches the two black
men greedily and viciously rape her daughter between them as the three men
now circle the bound mother on the post all jerking off their dark eyes
studying her suffering and feeding on it. "Look at those niggers fucking
your baby," one of them sneers. The others laugh.  Oblivious, the two black
men take their pleasure from their helpless victim. "Yeah...looks like
they're giving 'er just what she needs..." More laughter. Little Laurie
pisses herself as the black cock rips into her gouging her hymen then
busting through it.  The negro laughs, his fierce penetration invigorated
and now lubricated with the child's piss and blood.



   See the desperate tears welling up in the mother's eyes and the men
laughing and jeering at her.  To watch her baby being monstrously violated
is only the beginning of her torment.



   ...watch the destruction of loveliness, of innocence, of beauty, of
love...listen to the screams of our little blonde angel and her mommy. 
Aren't they sweet, the pair of them, trapped and suffering for no reason at
all? No reason.

   Well...maybe one: They suffer for our pleasure.

   Four men on the little girl now, she bent over still on her hands and
knees on the filthy mattress.  One under her, his cock up her pussy.  One
up her asshole.  One up her mouth.  One whipping her curving back with the
metal-buckle end of a thick leather belt.  She is the focus of this
masculine circle of barbarity which closes in on her with suffocating lust.
And the fifth man with the cane, the long cruel fiberglass cane,
methodically striping Martha's full juicy tits. Whp!  Whp!  Whp! Drawing
sharp red welt lines on the mother-whore. Whp!  Whp!  Whp! And she? Her
eyes stare at the dark uneven rock ceiling of the mine as the pain tears
away at her flesh and at her sanity. Rhythmically the big dark-haired man
attacks his captive blonde mother-woman with the cane.  He slashes across
nipples and belly and ribs and thighmeat. He whacks her knees and shins and
tears screams out of her gagged face and he laughs. Behind him Laurie is
cock-gouged and buckle-slashed.  The metal buckle makes a loud smack
against the child as it leaves dark mottled buckle marks on her backside.
As the men fuck more and more voraciously the man with the belt swings
harder, his face a cruel mask, the buckle dark-bruising tender girlskin.
The man who feeds the weeping child his cock occasionally steps back to
slap the thirteen year old's angelic little face leaving his burning
handprint on her pale cheeks to then rub his prick there, right on the red
mark, only to shove it back in and ram it down her throat.  The harsh blows
followed by the weeping responsive paincries of the female victims
reverberate in the mine's cavernous emptiness. The men switch and rotate as
the hours slip by.  The females and their tormentors all lose sight of
time. Time has no relevance here. None.

   Three of the men now flog Martha with heavy leather whips that crash and
crackle against her and make her twist-dance against the post. Goddamn
bitch...filthy pig...they snarl giving her the lash with all their
strength. She can only watch horrified, withstanding her own pain and at
the same time watching little Laurie now hoisted off her feet by her
up-hung arms, pussy bleeding, belt-buckle welts across her back, wrists
trapped in steel manacles, ankles roped together, to be attacked by the two
black men with heavy wooden boards. The boards have nails stuck in them
that pierce the little girl as they are slammed across her thighs and ass
and belly spinning her in mid air. The two men slam her from one side to
the other, flanking her, delivering vicious blows. As the whips sear
deliciously across Martha's fat tits ripping into flesh, slicing her
nipples, hard and harder and harder drawing blood, she can only helplessly
watch Laurie be horribly pierce-clubbed. It is an exquisite scene of
destruction and the men's excitement rises exponentially. The nails
protrude nearly an inch and a half from the boards, five, six nails in each
board. With each smacking blow they drive into Laurie's silky youthful
flesh, penetrate sometimes into the muscle beneath the skin.  She kicks
both legs and her body leaps beautifully in mid-air to each dreadful blow.
Often, the boards are stuck to her and the men have to pry them out.  As
the nails pop free dark blood spills from the blonde child. Occasionally
the men leave off the beating and flogging of their victims to drink cold
beers which they take from a refrigerator-freezer near the elevator doors.
They switch places, trading whips for boards, mother for child. The pop and
hiss of the cans opening accompany the vicious leatherwhacks and savage
boardthumps. The men cheer each other on. Martha's head slams back against
the post as the lashes tear wickedly at her thighs and knees. Blood drips
down poor little Laurie's legs, snaking down into the rope that binds her
ankles, soaking into it, dripping down off her bare heels and wiggling
toes. The blue-eyed man swigs a gulp of beer and takes aim with his board.
As Laurie spins around her lovely asscheeks, already pierced and bleeding
are available to him. Yeahhh..he grunts smiling.  Viciously, heartlessly,
he slams the board into the child's lovely rump sinking all five nails to
the hilt in the soft defenseless flesh.  Laurie's scream is pure and
intense.  There is no uncertainty in it.  It is agony in its purest form.
He leaves the board stuck in the raped girl as she spins and watches,
gulping on his beer while the black man smacks his board into her punctured
and bleeding thighs.  The overhead light plays on the negro's dark-skinned
flexing arm-muscles as he rips the board out of the screeching victim and
as she spins around the blue-eyed man reaches out and pulls on the board he
has left nailed in her ass.  It will not give easily but after three or
four hard yanks it pops loose from her bleeding buttocks. The two men who
flog Martha intensify their attack on the hysterical woman. The men attack
the mother from both sides intentionally allowing her an unimpeded view of
the destruction of her daughter. Is it possible to describe the terrible
fire the whips rain down on the mother? She is enveloped in it.  Lost in
it. The pain is a haze which dulls her mind and oddly she is drooling and
her pussy dilating and lubricating in response to the hideous moral and
physical attack.  Bound immobile to the post, her gagged shrieks muffled by
the duct tape that holds her head she can do nothing about what is
happening and that helplessness in her eyes, in her pleading face, feeds
the beer-swigging men to greater sadism.  They flog her harder and harder
crisscrossing the front of her body with severe crimson weltmarks.  They
focus their attacks on her juicy tits and pussymound where the whipcuts
draw blood from the tender skin.  Where the cane has split her titflesh
open the whips now rip it apart. Hours pass......time is endless for the
suffering victims and for their attackers whose enjoyment and pleasure is
bluntly evident.





   The men have placed a wooden table under the hanging child and they have
raised the child higher by her manacled wrists. The two boards used to
assail her have been left nailed in her, one in her budding tits, the other
in her thighs and her hashed, pierced, bruised, welted, ravaged flesh drips
blood down her hanging legs on to the table. She is barely conscious as she
spins slowly in mid air above the spectacle below. Her mother freed from
the wooden post is brought to the table. The surface of the table is
covered with tiny metal nails, hundreds of them, driven up from underneath
and as the luscious whipped woman is made to climb on to it and lay belly
down on it the nails instantly push into her already punished flesh.  By
her four extremities, one man at each, the woman is pulled spread-eagled on
the table as her daughter's blood drips on her back. As she is held down
this way by four of the men, the remaining one, one of the negroes takes
hammer and stakes. "Ungag her," one of the men tells him.  "Let's hear the
slut scream." The others grunt their approval, smile, as the black man
tears the duct tape from around Martha's face and pulls the panties from
her drooling lips. "Ahhhoogg-ghhhh...pleease!oh please!pleeeease!  please!
no ...owhhhh...nahh..nn-nggg.." The stake, used to pierce cold unfeeling
rock is positioned at Martha's thin lovely wrist, just below where the
strong hand effortlessly holds her. Her finely manicured fingers stretch
upward, nails painted soft red. The black man looks down on her hand and
raises the hammer. It is a rich woman's hand.  He remembers watching her
drive up to the mall in the black Mercedes. Fine rich white cunt all laid
out for pain. Bitch.  He thinks to himself.  Take it.  And he swings the
hammer down. The stake sinks right through Martha's wrist bone with a nasty
crunch nailing her arm to the table.  Her head flies up.  A raucous scream
distorts her pretty face.  The men smile and feel their cocks throb
responsively.  Above her Laurie whines and bleeds down on her tortured
mother. Calmly, unhurriedly, the black man walks around the table, around
the men that hold Martha down, to her other wrist.  Carefully, he positions
the stake. Momma's head has slid down on to the table again, her cheek
against the tiny piercing nails. The men watch the hammer raised high.  One
of them licks his lips. "...nn-nnoooohhh...."wails Laurie seeing the
destruction of her mother on the table. The black man bites his lower lip,
concentrating...bringing down the hammer with deadly accuracy. The table
shakes from the impact as the spike is driven through the victim's tender
wrist. Again Martha's face flies up. Mother and daughter scream
simulteanously.

   The men who hold Martha's arms can now release her and enjoy the view of
her crazed torment jerking off as the black man moves to the other end of
the table, his bare feet padding softly on the earthen floor of the cave.
Blood pools around her wrists where the stakes have ripped through flesh
bones and arteries.  It drips off the end of each stake under the table to
the floor. Martha's backside is a lovely expanse of untouched flesh.  Since
she was previously bound with her back against the post only the front of
her body has been punished and her daughter's bright red blood pools at the
base of her spine leaving drip-splashes on her smooth white assglobes,
making a colorful contrast: bright red on ivory.  The men hold Martha's
legs spread apart by her slim ankles which quiver and tense apprehensively
as the black man now positions the third stake just below her kneehollow,
where the plump calve begins.  Laurie can look straight down at what is
about to happen and her sobs are heartbreaking. There is a loud KLANNG of
hammer against stake-head and the weapon pierces almost all the way through
but the black man has to swing down and strike again to complete the fierce
penetration. The second blow into the screaming woman breaks the hard leg
bone and rips through the underside of her knee into the wood. As her head
jerks upright and she screams she sees the two men who held her arms
jerking off watching and sneering silently in the semi-darkness and then
she slides down again, her blood pumping out of her limbs, on to the table,
off the table, dripping to the floor. "...pleeease don't kill my
m-muhmma..." Laurie pleads. The men smile cruelly. She hears the feet of
the black man walking around her. She hears Laurie babbling and whimpering
as she hangs above her, the child's warm blood like summer rain on Martha's
back. She feels the tip of the last stake at the back of her knee, the
cruel hand holding her leg still and stretched gripping the ankle tightly.
"Don't look, baby!" Martha tells her daughter, unable to turn to her.
"Don't look!" Silence as the hammer is raised. And the KLANNG of the first
blow which pulls her into instant screaming agony her head rising again,
her unseeing eyes on the two masturbating predators... ....and the
crunching second blow which finally secures her to the tabletop. She passes
out. One of the men steps forward and pisses in her face to wake her. She
comes to blinded by the stream of piss, gasping for air. He pisses in her
mouth and she gags and writhes in terrible agony bleeding. She does not see
the blue-eyed man as he steps up to her with the welding torch.  The men
close in around her to watch him touch the bright blue flame to the place
where each stake pierces womanflesh. Four times he trains the burning torch
on the bitch cauterizing the horrible wounds. They watch her scream her
throat raw all of them jerking off. One of them yanks her head up by the
hair. He spits on her face. "We don't want you to bleed to death,
scumbag..." "Yeahh..." another voice says from behind her.  "We got other
plans for you." The men laugh. But ask yourself: men...or demons?  Because
what happens now cannot be the work of men, of human beings.  And certainly
their laughter is not human laughter, distorted and reverberating in this
deep and terrible gloom.

   They lower the girl until her feet hover just above her mother's
luscious assmeat. With a strand of wire they tie the little girl's big toes
together and from the bound toes they suspend another wire with a
two-pronged hook on the end. Each prong is inserted into the mother's soft
cuntlips, the labia pierced completely through firing new pain in Martha's
tortured body. Slowly they haul the girl back up. As they do, the line
which dangles from her bound toes snaps straight, the pronged hook is
pulled upward and Martha's cunt-lips are pulled unnaturally and obscenely
upward.  At the same time the wire bites around Laurie's toes drawing
blood. Leaving mother and daughter screaming and begging for mercy in this
gruesome and horribly painful bondage the men watch, drink some more, spit
beer in Martha's face. The man with the welding torch tortures Laurie's
little feet touching the flame to her tender foot-soles and heels. The
little girl shrieks. What a lovely sight she is. A doomed cherub caught in
mid-flight, arms pulled straight up painfully, hundreds of nail wounds in
her, big dark bruises all over her, the boards still nailed in her. Her
full blonde mane falls in curving waves down her back, sticks to her sweaty
face and hairless armpits.  Her pretty little lips open wide as she screams
or stretch back as she gasps and whines and whimpers.  Her legs stretched
downward, aimed at her mom's upraised rump are long and slender. And though
there is still a fair amount of baby-fat on her, especially her cheeks, her
body has already healthily developed.  Now, as the flame touches her, her
agony is wonderful to watch.  It is full of energy and revolt.  Her young
body struggles with the barbarous attack.  And her tormentor takes his own
sweet time, especially on the soles of her feet which he paints carefully
with the flame, hungry flame which eats away at the luscious girlmeat. 
When he finally and mercifully stops the little girl's feet are striped
with charred burnmarks.  Instantly the girl's screams die out and she sags
weakly from the ceiling barely conscious. The man with the torch now opens
its hissing valve making the flame almost orange and his eyes dreamy a
gloating look on his face he brings the tongue of fire to bear on poor
Martha's upstretched cuntlips.  The others watch and they can see the
orange light dance in the tormentor's eyes as Martha wildly screams in
protest to the terrible burning of her pussy.  Carefully, the man tortures
the luscious mother-slut's gouged cuntflesh caressing it with the flame, up
and down, slowly, slowly, slowly ...up and down, down and up...going
between the lip folds...going around the base of her pussy, the flame
lapping at the fat globes of her ass...he burns her and burns her as the
others watch...as we all watch...hungry...

   And then he steps back and this part of it is over.



   But another part is beginning as they take up the bullwhips.

   These bullwhips have razor-blades sewn all along the ends of each
tongue. Each of the five men has his own whip and now, with a rythm they
have learned through years of practice, they attack the mother and her
hanging daughter.

   The bullwhips fall with disastrous force slashing across Martha's smooth
white back and shoulders, cracking and slicing womanmeat....they wrap
around little Laurie's hips and legs and shins...they cut at the little
girl's blonde-curled pussymound...five terrible thundering weapons used
with impunity.  It is a merciless, inhuman assault.  Blood and flesh fly.
The woman and her daughter scream into the awful echoing gloom of the mine.
The men work now almost in unison, mindless, drones of sexual destruction
with no other purpose, no other goal, than the complete devastation of
these two female victims.

   No one can say how long the whipping goes on.

   There is no counting of the blows.  There are no rules here.  No
safe-words. No controls.

   The men go at it with all they have.

   Martha passes out and they throw cold beer on her face to revive her
then continue.

   The little girl faints and they jab and prod her awake...to continue.

   They continue and continue...nothing deters them from their task.

   Each time the females black out they are revived with cold squirting
beer or hot gushing piss and the orgy of pain resumes.

   Laurie is raised higher and her mother screaming and babbling, Martha's
pussylips almost ripped off her as she is decimated under the crashing
bullwhips.



   While three of the men whip away at the victims the other two go off the
main room into a side-chamber and return with bows and arrows.

   They hold the arrow-tips to the welding-torch flame.

   They put on archery gloves and placing their arrows in the bow's tension
they aim up at the hanging girl and fire from across the room.

   Their aim is flawless, the whistling arrows thud into Laurie's arms and
thighs.

   One of the floggers reaches up and yanks the nail-boards off the hanging
child.

   "Shoot her tits, man...make the little cunt scream!"

   Three, four, five arrows fly...thud..thud...into Laurie's
rib-cage...thud...the top of her budding tit...thud...her
chest...thud...right through one nipple...

   The little girl screams.

   The mother shrieks.

   Thud...thud...thud...the arrows pierce
childflesh...cracckkk...thwackkk...slasssshhhh...the bullwhips tear away
motherwhore....



   As the arrows shoot into Laurie her body jerks instinctively, legs
bending upward at the knee, yanking bound toes upward and tugging on the
line hook-pierced in her mother's pussylips.



   Martha's ass arches stiffly as her tender labia are ripped upward...her
whippedbelly-, thigh- and tit-skin coming free of the hundreds of little
nails on the surface of the table, each tiny wound bleeding...



   Her round butt and luscious thighs become the fierce target of the
razor-whips which slash and cut her to a hash forcing her to jam downward,
pussy-lips terribly stretched, her mouth wide in a gasping gurgling
raw-throated screech as the tiny nails drive in again.



   Again the arrows thud into the screaming child making her kick her legs
up, making Martha arch her ass, making the whips sweep and thrash,
mother-slut's flesh fucked by the tiny nails...in and out...blood-fuck of
metal and whore-flesh...arrow-fuck of her hapless child...slash-fuck,
razor-fuck of the bullwhips into both female bodies, tearing the skin off
them...



   But this is not enough for the men.  Their sadistic gluttony knows no
limits.



   Bows and whips put aside they pry Martha's body free of the table,
pulling the stakes out of her and cauterizing the broken screaming bitch's
wounds with the welding torch.

   They lift her off the table and take her on the floor like wild animals
in a frenzied rape, grunting and growling, fucking and biting her, ripping
bitefuls of flesh off her.  They gang-bang the punished woman slamming her
into the cold ground.  One of the black men sits on her face, pushing his
balls and asshole against her gasping lips and nose while he rubs his
hugely erect manhood between her bleeding tits while one of the others
savagely fucks her cunt.  They swing her over on her belly and while two of
the whites fuck her, one from underneath up her torn pussy, the other
ramming his shaft deep into her bleeding anus the two black men shove both
cocks into her mouth at the same time crowding for space ripping her lips
open as she looks up wide-eyed and suffering.  They trade places and circle
her jerking off, rubbing their cocks in her face and hair, in her eyes. 
They slap and punch her and kick her.  They shout as one of them shoots
gobs of hot cum on her face.  They laugh.  Another one comes in her ass. 
One of them holds her mouth open while the other shoots his load down her
throat.  A third blasts her eyes blinding her.

   One cum is not enough, they jerk themselves to a frenzy and fuck her
again and again using her for all she's worth while her daughter, shot full
of arrows and near death looks on the scene from above, hanging by numb and
bleeding arms, watches the powerful muscle-bound beasts descend on her
mother again and again, sees their arms and chests and legs working and
sweating and moving and pulsing as they wildly fuck and fuck and fuck, her
mother occasionally able to look into her daughter's distant weeping gaze
over their shoulders, cum spilling down her cheeks, in her hair, from her
mouth...





   Lifting Martha between them they fuck her in mid-air, four of them
pulling on her broken arms and legs while the fifth fucks her cunthole and
asshole in and out, the men twisting and mangling her, mewling moaning
victim shuddering as each man takes his turn.

   Then they toss her on to the table again, making her lie on her slashed,
razor-hashed back now, the little nails fucking into new meat, and they
lower her cunt-daughter down on to the table with her.  There are nearly
thirty arrows in the child which they pull out of her one by one.  She
bleeds profusely and shits herself.  The men jeer at the sight of the
broken females lying on the table in a heap of torn bleeding pissing
shitting flesh.  One of them has a hose.  A high powered stream of boiling
hot water is trained on the females washing their bruised bleeding bodies
as they weep and groan weakly.

   "Clean 'em out!" one of them shouts.  "Clean out the filthy fuckin'
cunts." The water flow valve is shut off and the hose nozzle is pushed up
the little girl's tight little asshole.  The man with the hose, one of the
negroes, pushes the cold metal shaft up into Laurie from behind as she lies
on top of her mother.  As the flow is brought back on the little girl's
body shivers and she tries to rise up on her arms, all her wounds bleeding,
her belly swelling up as the fluid fills her intestines.  One of the others
goes off and returns with a huge black butt-plug.  When the little slut
can't take any more and her belly is hugely bloated, nearly bursting, the
hose is pulled out of her and her anal opening sealed.  The plug is secured
in her with a rope tied up into her snatch and around her waist, tied
tightly and cruelly, gouged into her bleeding skin.

   Martha's battered swollen legs are pried wide open.  The negro jams the
hose nozzle up her pussy and they watch her fill up, her belly growing and
growing as the boiling water hisses into the groaning half-dead woman. 
Like her daughter, the mother is plugged up then hauled across the table
until her head hangs upside down off the side.

   They position the little girl's face now over her mother's pussy.  They
pull the hook-prongs from the swollen, blue-bruised labia.

   While one man holds Laurie by her upper lip, peeling back the tender
dark pink flesh from the child's gaping drooling mouth another man leans in
from the opposite side and pulls Martha's puffy cunt-lips open.  A third
man takes two long thin metal needles and with meticulous precision drives
them first through the little girl's lips then into her screaming babbling
whore-mother's cunt-folds.Once the two females are pinned to each other,
Laurie's mouth to her mother's cunt, and the men step back laughing, the
man with the needles puts three more pins through the child's mouth and the
mother's bleeding labia.



   Now we descend still deeper into a more perfect darkness as the men
strap on huge dildos.

   The dildos are rubber on the inside and ringed with five metal coils. 
At the tip a long spike point protrudes.  Wires are connected to the dildo
from a heavy battery on the belt the men buckle around their waists and a
plunger switch dangles from the battery terminals.  Climbing up on a chair
behind Laurie the first man raises his huge weapon up against the child's
sex, just below the roped butt-plug.  Holding the little girl by the hips
he pushes the huge device into her already defiled pussy.

   The girl whines weakly, her cry muffled in her mother's plugged-up cunt.
One of the black men raises his dildo-spear to Martha's half open mouth and
slides into her, the beaten broken raped cow offering no resistance.  The
men bear down on the plungers and the dildos shoot electrical bursts into
the females innards.  Sparks bristle on Martha's lips as she chokes and
shudders, eyes wide.  The men are careful not to touch the wet victims as
they fuck them with the dildos.  They take turns gouging Laurie's tight
little virgin pussy, slamming the spear into her immature uterus, getting
blood out of her and Martha's gaping mouth spearing tongue and cheek and
esophagus as they shoot burst after burst of electricity into the suffering
sluts, making them jitter-spasm like rag-dolls in a bull-terrier's jaws.



   The suffering of the two cow-sluts is almost perfect in its intensity.
Rape-fucked and gouged by the terrible dildos, electrical sparks exploding
all over them, their guts full of hot boiling fluid which they strain and
twist to expel but are unable to, they are in the deepest darkness of all.
And in the terrible grip of that darkness Martha's sanity vanishes, ripped
away like a silk veil in a windstorm.  She's overtaken by an unfathomable
and completely unjustifiable and irrepresible sexual craving.  All moral
and psychological anchors disappear.

   "Liiiccckk meeee Laurieeee!  PLEEEEASE!" she shrieks as one man pulls
out of her mouth and another is about to penetrate..."Lickkkkk
m-meeee-ghhhhhhhh!" Her hips gyrate twisting her daughters head about,
making the child cry as her lip is pinched and pulled by the pins that hold
it to her mother's pussy. And while her whore-mother's mouth is jammed full
of dildo Laurie begins obediently to lick her mother's violated slit just
above the plugged cunthole.  The simultaneous explosions of electrical
torture and the child's tongue on her clitoris send Martha into deeper and
deeper chaos.  She welcomes the big black dildos into her mouth, opening
wide for the men, her broken arms reaching back weakly, hands gripping the
top of the table. "...yehhsssss...yehsssss..." she groans...  "fuhhhckkk
meeee.....break mee..." The depraved submission of the whore fires new
passion in the five killers and they ram the dildos into their hopeless,
helpless prey viciously.

   Bright explosive sparks light up the gloom in the cavern as the females
scream and scream.



   The pins are plucked from the little girl's bleeding mouth and she's
pulled off her mother.

   They drag her up over her mother's face and untie the rope that holds
the butt-plug in place.

   Laurie's asshole explodes shit and blood all over her mother's ravaged
chest, cheeks and hair.  Then they lay the girl on the table and hold her
mother over her.  The rope around Martha's waist and pussy is loosened. 
The butt-plug pops out of Martha's cunthole like a cork from a champagne
bottle and Laurie is almost drowned by the gush of urine and water and
blood from her mother's innards.



   The woman is dropped back down on to the nail-studded table top.



   Taking a huge hammer one of the men attacks the little girl.  He slams
the metal hammerhead into her body breaking her ribs first, then her arms,
her shoulders.  He slams the hammer against the writhing child's knees. 
The others watch this unprovoked and savage attack working their cocks and
urging him on.  From the other side of the table, both hands in her pussy,
Martha watches glassy-eyed...  "....yeahhhh..."she groans feebly... 
"k-killl h-herr....kill herrr....kill...kill...killl....." The man with the
hammer pounds the little girl's burned feet smashing the tender bones.  He
breaks her hands, her hips, her collar-bones...the girl coughs up blood and
vomit, choke-gags..... "kill....kill....kill...."

   The broken little blonde child is now hung by a meat-hook gouged into
her mouth.

   Martha watches two men hold her smashed child up while the third rips
the huge metal hook under her jaw and up out her little gaping mouth...
"..mmoohhmmmy...ohhwgggg...m-muhhmmmm..." the child mewls as they now haul
her up off the table to hang there.



   "Up on your knees, filthbag," the blue-eyed man tells Martha. She
struggles to obey pushing herself up on her broken legs to kneel on the
table as the men surround her.

   Laurie hangs by the meathook, not completely off the table, her bent
legs dragging on the little nails.

   One of the men ties the girl's broken ankles to her thighs so that she
appears to kneel in mid-air as she hangs from the hook in her mouth slowly
dying, blood spewing from her open mouth and cunt and ass, her body
quivering, arms hanging at her sides.

   The blue-eyed man puts a long butcher knife into Martha's hand.

   "Kill your daughter pig...Cut her open for us..."

   The shit-covered, bleeding broken whore looks into those deep blue eyes
into a bottomless sea of cruelty.

   She longs to obey this creature.  He is her master now.  She is nothing
anymore.  She is a broken used-up thing and the words that follow make her
smile as she would smile if God himself had suddenly spoken to release her
from this existence, from this terrible darkness...

   "And after you kill her..." he says softly, jerking off and looking
right into her demented eyes.

   "Kill yourself for us...understand?"

   She nods slowly.

   "Do it." he commands.

   She moves on shattered limbs, almost falling over, regaining her
balance, letting Laurie spin around to face her.  The little girl stares
sightlessly at the ceiling. The mother puts the blade to Laurie's belly.

   "...die..b-baby...." she moans and slowly pushes the blade into the
child's womb.

   "mmmmm...die......"

   "owhh..oughhh.." the child grunts as the blade pushes and pushes then
breaks the skin with an audible rending pop.

   "OUGHHHHHHHH!" it is a surprisingly loud cry from the child and one of
the men comes shooting his sperm all over Martha's whipped thigh... Martha
smiles insanely and turning the knife blade she slowly cuts her daughter's
belly open all the way across spilling the child's guts on the table, blood
spurting all over mother's face and thighs. Then with a wild animalistic
shout mother pulls the knife out of the gouged bleeding belly and plunges
it hard into Laurie's still beating heart, hilting the knife, the blade
ripping completely through the child's thorax and out her back.

   The final paroxysm of death twists Laurie's innocent face on the
meathook and she gasps and shudders one last time.

   The men shout their approval.  One of the black men shoots his cum all
over Laurie's guts.

   And now, barely able to stay on her knees, turning to face her killers,
the smiling slut-pig on the table, no longer mother, no longer human,
raises the knife in both hands, inward aimed.

   She looks up at the sharp knife still dripping gore and blood from her
daughter's body.

   "Ohhh goddd!  YEAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHGHHHHH!" she screams as a mindless orgasm
explodes inside her, a white blaze of light going off in her head as she
plunges the knife into her belly.

   She topples sideways, her head off the side of the table.  The other
black man steps forward and shoots off his load in her fluttering eyes and
gasping mouth.  She coughs up blood.

   The fourth man pushes his pulsing prick into the delicious warmth of the
dying whore's bleeding mouth and empties his load in her.

   As he backs off, the blue-eyed killer steps in.

   He pulls the knife from Martha's belly.

   "Cunt," he growls.

   He slams the knife into the base of her throat and working the blade
downward he slices the woman open from her neck to her pussy.  Unbelievably
she is still alive.

   "Don't die yet, pig..." he snarls...  "Don't die..."

   She smiles up at him, her Redeemer.  Another orgasm has begun to tingle
inside her.

   He reaches in and pulls her open snapping her rib-cage apart, her guts
gleaming wetly as blood and fluid spills from her her eyes going
unnaturally wide.

   He pulls her around so that her broken legs are off the table and he
pulls her to his cock easily impaling her cunt now with his shaft fucking
her as he pulls her organs out of her one by one, slowly and carefully, so
as not to finish her...he gives pieces of her out to the other men who tear
into them hungrily eating the still warm organs and bleeding strips of
flesh as he fucks her...he puts his hands deep into her intestines and rips
them out of her...he lifts her uterus out of her and devours it.

   Then he reaches in and takes her heart in both hands.

   "Goddamn filthy shitbag CUNT!!" he shouts, blood dripping down his chin
to his powerful chest, his cock shooting wads of jism into the open gutted
cow.

   She looks up at him as he takes a hold of her beating organ and begins
to pull it from her.

   "nnn-nnnyyyyy-nnn-agghhhhhhh!"

   Exhaling this weak cry she arches stiffly, her sphincter and vaginal
muscles contracting hard, dying as her heart is ripped out of her
chest-cavity spraying blood all over, crazed smile frozen on her face, the
last image she sees: Blue-eyed demon taking a huge bite from her
still-beating heart as he empties his cock in her eviscerated womb...



   Afterwards the men take sharp heavy pick-axes and standing over the dead
mother and child they hack the two female bodies to pieces.

   Deeper down the mine shaft is a pit.

   The dismembered remains are carried to the pit in a handcart.

   "Fuckin' sluts..." the blue-eyed man growls....

   The handcart is tilted over the pit and the bloody pieces of woman-meat
drop into darkness.



   WOODBURN