Feature Writer: Regis
Feature Title: Cassandra 4
Published: 07.04.2023
Story Codes: Young, Gore, Slavery, Erotic Horror
Synopsis: The continuing epic of wild-assed, unbridled debauchery in the old west.
Cassandra 4
Suddenly the mill’s steam whistle blew. That was the signal that there was a full head of steam, and that the equipment had to be used, to avoid excessive pressure buildup in the boiler. For the moment, Fleurette was saved by the bell. She was certain her reprieve was temporary.
Three of the men used pike poles to lever a log into the chute, and then the great circular saw was started. The mechanism was set in motion, and the log slid toward the spinning blade, to be slit lengthwise. The drive chain that moved the large log was released, and the log’s movement was arrested.
Duke selected a pretty blonde girl with bulging boobies, pressed up by her corset into a startling cleavage for an fifteen-year-old. The men stripped off the girl’s dress, but left on her corset. The agreed they would let the saw take care of stripping her nude. With her panties off, they saw what most interested them at the moment, a gorgeous fear-flared cunt, and soon her entire figure would be revealed.
She was lifted and laid along the log on her back, with her vivacious vulva presented to the loudly whirling blade. When she was securely bound, the chain drive was once more engaged, and the log moved slowly but relentlessly toward the rapidly spinning large saw blade.
The end of the log made contact, and the blade screamed as it bit into the wood, throwing out a large fan of sawdust and steam from the heat produced as it relentlessly cut into the wood. The progressive movement of the big log was both steady and horrifying.
The beautiful young blonde screamed in terror, begging the men to be merciful and to release her. The noise of the steam engine and of the saw blade ripping through the large log all but drowned out her pleading, and even if they had heard her clearly, none of her captors understood French.
The other girls were bug-eyed and unblinking as they watched the huge log with their companion strapped to it move forward to ceaselessly close in on the naked sex organ of their friend. The girls wondered how far these evil men would let the blade cut into her. They were soon to find out.
The men stood back to enjoy the bizarre scene as both the log and the girl riding it were slowly and deliberately cut in two lengthwise. When the terrible saw blade finally reached her, it ripped into the meat of the screaming young girl’s cunt, biting effortlessly into the defenseless female organ. The gang was run at its slowest speed to increase the pleasure of the men watching the lively young woman’s literal parting.
Without pause, the whirling saw slowly ripped on up through her pelvis and across her belly. The sawdust being thrown by the speeding blade was suddenly red as blood and bits of bloodied female flesh were ripped and spewed onto the growing pile of sawdust on the sawmill floor. It was a beautiful sight to the perpetrators, and grossly revolting to their helpless victims.
The four other girls still dressed and bound at the sidelines were now all white with shock, and they pee’d in their panties as they watched their friend being neatly cut in half up the middle. They saw the blade ate up across her tight tummy and into the whalebone girdle that hid her navel.
Soon the saw was past where her belly button would be, and then it was approaching the join of her ribs. The slender bones of her rib cage and sternum were nothing to the saw. It cut up through her corset between her squeezed and bulged tits, and the waist and breast-restraining device fell free, revealing those marvelous nippled mounds of wobbling pink tit flesh.
Her legs spread by their own weight, and she slowly peeled apart, in a spread “V” starting at the bitch-splitting blade. Still the saw persisted, and it cut upward, furrowing through the log and the young lady, ripping through her neck and chin. Her sides continued to move apart on either side of the murderous blade.
It split her face and head in half, and finally her two halves fell off the log, now completely separated. The men dumped her viscera and internal organs into a deep dry well. Ropes over the high beam were tied to each ankle, and the halves of the butchered girl was pulled up and hung like two swinging sides of beef.
When the log had also been completely split, the trough was rotated, and another log was loaded onto it. This time the log would be cut across, into two shorter logs. Another girl was brought forward, and her clothing stripped from her. She was tied onto the log lying along its length on her belly.
She was positioned so that her waist was aligned with the steam-powered circular blade. The ranchers were surprised that the young girl found another store of urine. She pissed a golden arch as she and the log she was bound to were moved toward the saw.
Her bindings were secure, holding her firmly in place on the log. She was totally helpless in her futile struggles as the log onto which she was bound inched steadily toward the whining saw. The whirring teeth found the wood first, then in seconds began to cut into her side.
Her buttocks spread, and she produced a steaming string of fat firm turds, emptying her colon as the blade ripped deeper into her, until it effectively bisected her at the waist. Her entrails joined those of the vertically halved girl in the well, then her lower half was hung by an ankle and her upper half by a wrist, when her divided parts were strung up like those of the girl before her.
The men then momentarily returned their attention to Fleurette. The girl’s big boobs had stretched more than three inches since she had been hanged by the iron rod through them. She was laced with bleeding welts from the rusty barbed wire whips, and she was dripping blood from the deep saw cut through her naked crotch. However, the beautiful black-haired cunt still had a lot of life and fight left in her.
Three of the men brought short stepladders and set them up beside her. They climbed the ladders, and while one of them pulled on her arm, the other two, using the two-man saw, cut the shapely limb off her above the elbow. They moved the ladders, and then repeated the amputation on her other arm.
They tied barbed wire tightly around the stumps in improvised tourniquets to reduce the loss of blood. They had no interest in saving her life, for which they had little use, but instead they wanted to prolong her agony to enjoy her hysterical grief until they were finished with her.
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Duke and another rancher pulled another girl forward, the smallest of the group, an early developing twelve-year-old who had put her figure to work as a whore less than a year ago. She was the only one who’s dress covered her bosom, but the garment did nothing to hide the impressive dimensions of the mammaries it covered.
When they stripped off her provocative dress, the men were startled to see that there was no padding. Now seen being completely naked, her large full breasts were even more impressive. The petite young girl had a remarkable figure that her clothing had concealed.
Two men grabbed her and held her stretched between them, with one holding her wrists and the other her bare ankles. In this position, they moved her toward the murderously spinning saw. They lifted her above it, belly downward, and the spunky young teen with the hourglass figure desperately arched her back to keep herself above the flying steel teeth.
Like the girls before her, she pissed as she was moved closer to the viciously whirling saw blade. The men were impatient, and were excited that they had uncovered such a delightful little female, so they swung her in a high arch. In a single drop, the slender waisted bitch descended, and was neatly twinned.
Duke held the lower half by the ankles, and he lifted her and dropped her buttocks over the large round blade, and it sliced right through her, cleanly quartering her. The other man dropped her chest over the blade, cutting her upper half in two. Her four body parts were then hung up beside those of the other butchered girls.
The ranchers now used the two-man saw to cut off Fleurette’s legs high above the knee, and they used their hot branding irons to stem the flow of blood. She was now reduced to a four-stumped torso, hanging by the heavy rod that had been violently thrust through her big tits.
She now had no arms or legs to thrash and kick, but she put on an impressive show with her bleeding stumps and seductively twisting torso. The men decided there would be more time for her once they had properly dealt with the last of the young prostitutes.
This girl, although only sixteen, was more maturely developed physically than were any of the others. Her breasts were full and ripe, like those of a woman who had born and nursed several children. Her large mammaries stood out firmly, and the pink nipples stood erect and jutted out boldly on the peaks of her firm milkers.
Her narrow waist was flared, and her firm round buttocks were dimpled and were both bulged and concave in the right places. This beauty was as comely as any cunts the men had among their stock at the Devil’s Haven ranch. She was the kind of young woman whose life the men enjoyed ending.
Duke put a rope over the high beam, set the noose over her neck, and pulled her off the floor, so that her tits were at eye level. She was an ideal young French heifer, and these men were in the mood to sink their hot irons into prime writhing bitch meat. The irons were all hot, and the naked young girl was properly strung up and her shapely form presented, ready for branding.
“It’s ass branding time!” one of the men shouted, and the six glowing irons were thrust against her bare buttocks and hips. Smoke sizzled from the big brands as they were pressed firmly against her buttocks, and burned searing brands deep into her tortured ass meat.
Her screams echoed off the rafters as the radiant irons were pressed into her shapely glutes, and they redoubled as the big branding tools were withdrawn, with some of her meat pulled free, stuck to them, as her flesh at the point of contact had been cooked onto the glowing irons.
“Its calf branding time!” another shouted, and the backs of her legs took the six searing brands. The men held her securely as they worked with their smoking irons, and her desperate struggling tightened the strangling noose around her neck, her only form of support.
The heated metal was heavy enough that it lost little of its heat as the irons were applied to the living meat of the screaming girl. They had gradually reduced from white to glowing red hot, bearing sufficient heat for a few more brands before going back into the fire for replenishment.
“It’s tit branding time!” shouted a third, and the six large irons, still glowing red hot, were pressed sizzling into the fatty meat of her big breasts. The men let the brands sink more than two inches deep into the soft meat of the girl’s breasts, and when they were withdrawn, the sight was astounding.
Her erect nipples had completely disappeared, burned off as the glowing irons had cooked their way into the French bitch’s marvelous mammaries. Top, bottom, sides and centers of the young girl’s tender boobs had been deeply roasted with the terrible hot irons, which had been designed to permanently mark the tough hides of cows.
Three of the irons had actually made contact with each other inside the fatty meat of the big tits. Duke pulled an inch-thick iron shaft out of the fire. It was not a branding iron, but was designed to burn a chain hole through fence posts. “Cunt roasting time!” he declared.
Two of the ranchers pulled the hanging girl’s shapely legs apart, and Duke positioned the monstrous white-hot iron in front of her lovely twat. “We’re going to fuck you with the devil’s penis!” The men holding the hanging girl’s legs peeled apart the pink inner wrinkled lips of her vagina, revealing the female sex organ’s beautiful inner vestibule.
Duke moved the point of the glowing iron into position, and pressed it in a sliding motion against the base of the tightly stretched cunt lips, burning right through them, so that they were easily pulled off. He had effectively circumcised the pretty young French girl!
The men holding her then used their strong fingers to press the spread outer labia into the sides of her groin. They pressed so hard that the inner tunnel of her cunt was forced open, and Duke lined up the glowing iron with the now inviting orifice of the young girl’s gaping pussy.
When he had perfect alignment, he thrust the white-hot metal deep into her gaping sex cavity, and pressed it in so far that it entered her cervix, easily cooking its way through the tender inner sex meat of her uterus. The beautiful bitch, like her associates, was receiving the full deal.
The girl bucked and twisted wildly, putting inconceivable strain on the rope around her neck. Her performance was incredible. Black smoke spewed from her cunt around the shaft of the iron in its grip. The meat of her velvety fuck chute and her uterus were quickly cooked right onto the iron, holding the heavy tool in place.
The men released her to watch her phenomenal unrestrained dance of death. She proved to be a reckless fighter. They then pulled out their stout penises and masturbated vigorously as they watched the beautiful nude young lady struggle on the end of the rope.
Her efforts were useless in terms of her needs, but fit perfectly the wishes of her powerful male captors. Her face was dark red and swollen, her eyes bulged, and her gums were bleeding. At last she emptied her colon as she lost fundamental control. She swung silently, kicking in jolting spasms, with the obscene shaft of the branding iron sticking out of her cooked vagina.
As a parting shot, the man with the largest brand pressed it into her face, demolishing her nose and leaving his mark burned deeply into what had moments before been the young girl’s beautiful features. Now, as she expired, she resembled more a devil than a woman.
Next they all returned their attention to Fleurette, the limbless lady still hanging by her big tits. One of the men thrust the hook on the end of a pike pole up into her ruined crotch, and then he jerked it out. Everyone laughed when they saw that had snared her intestines with the hook.
He pulled out great loops of her fat pink guts, actually disemboweling her through her amalgamated organ. They could see that the trauma of her experience with them was taking its toll. Their beautiful human stump was delirious, and starting to fade.
The three men who had removed her limbs got up their ladders once more. One of them got his fist into her hair and held her head high. The other two placed the teeth of their huge saw against the side of her slender neck, and went to work on performing a depraved decapitation.
This remarkable limbless and eviscerated bitch managed to scream obscenities at the men as they cut into her neck with the saw. They heard all of the foul and obscene language she had learned in her time as a whore. She had witnessed, as they all had, all of the atrocities these evil men had committed on her charges, and became alert and coherent as she realized she was losing her head.
The men took their time, to give her every opportunity to express herself. They found useless bitch ravings to be as enjoyable as the heinous acts of violence they performed on favored members of the gentle sex. They were seasoned ranchers, and would never treat an animal in this way, but these were just young women, and their role in life was to experience and satiate the raging lust of these men.
While they worked the saw, others brought their brands into play, burning their identifying marks deep into her heaving meat. Even her big impaled breasts, which were severely stretched upward as they supported her weight, were deeply branded. Her torso was covered with a pattern of smoking brands when at last the gutless and limbless bitch’s head came off. She had performed well, and the men found the afternoon to be completely satisfying.
With their identifying marks covering the six bitch carcasses, the gentlemen ranchers decided to torch the sawmill. The building was dry, and the mounds of sawdust heaped everywhere would ensure complete combustion. They set the wood frame building ablaze and rode away, with a feeling of satisfaction in the job they had done on those insolent young whores. A pillar of black smoke rose as the large building was engulfed by flame.
There was only a small chance that the man and wife who were keepers of the way station would see the smoke, but there was nothing they could do about it if they did. It would at best be several hours before anyone came to investigate, and with luck it might be a couple of months before the fire was even discovered.
Summer lay ahead of these gentlemen adventurers, the season when most of the events at their ranch retreat would occur, and the men were pleased that they had got things off to a great start. These young ladies had died beautifully, and the men had plans for far more exciting executions.
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In the summer the slave bitches were all kept naked in their stalls, although they had a blanket, and other nudes to huddle against on the straw floor, to handle the chill of the prairie nights. That kept costs down, and eliminated the extra work of maintaining and washing clothing.
Keeping the girls nude also made keeping track of what kind of physical shape they were in much easier. The girls got lots of exercise when they were let loose in the big corral, and were forced with the long flailing whips to run, circling the corral as they attempted in vain to escape the stinging lashes.
Their bare asses and big flopping tits were lashed severely for the amusement of their male keepers, the tough wranglers in the employ of the ranchers. The men used this regular bitch whipping as an enjoyable sport to break up the monotony of the day, and it kept the ladies agile.
The captive females were also kept physically fit from the constant rounds of power fucking they were treated to by the horny wranglers. The lovely young nude bitches were often impregnated through the relentless rapes, but the rancher owners had no trouble making use of bitches in any state of pregnancy in their murderous violent blood sports.
The slave girls were always required to take an active role in their brutal rape parties, with the threat of punishment with a wire brush up their ass or in their vagina, which meant cruel and painful treatment without marking them. Almost every night, some bitch was violently reamed with the monstrously cruel wire brush. That was a normal part of life for them now, but they never became used to the horrible penalty.
Life for the captive females at Devil’s Haven was not pleasant, nor was it intended to be. The women were simply a stock of fresh cunt meat on the hoof, to be available and ready for severe sexual abuse for the pleasure of the ranchers and their pack of randy wranglers.
Each girl was fully aware that her turn could come at any time, but they were never ready for the ever more severe atrocities that followed when they were called. The captive women believed the men stayed up nights devising new and punishing ways they could sexually abuse them.
Cassandra was told to select four girls in their early twenties to compete with each other in an unusual and punishing race. Duke told her that the girls she selected would not fare well, and that before the event was finished, their cunts and tits would likely be in tatters. She was allowed to choose whoever she wanted to see suffer.
The selection was not difficult. She picked four of her ex-classmates. These were girls who had formed a clique at the college, and had excluded her from their petty social intrigues. She had watched the girls carefully during the long winter and spring in captivity at the ranch, and saw that they were all still close friends, always excluding others from their meaningless banter and gossip.
Duke had given Cassandra no idea what kind of competition these girls would be involved in, but she was certain it could be deadly, and knowing their tastes, she believed that none of the pretty young females should be expected back alive. She was surprised but delighted when Duke took the girls she had selected to the harness room.
Cassandra knew the vain cunts she selected were likely to be treated worse than animals. That was standard at Devil’s Haven. She was even more delighted when she was instructed to go with them. She knew she was going to be given a part in their abuse.
The four twenty- and twenty-one-year-old girls Cassandra had selected were not pregnant. They were spread on their backs over a bench in the harness room, face up with their limbs spread, and Cassandra was instructed to shave off their pubic and armpit hair.
She did this with relish, further denuding the mound of their vulnerable womanhood, while being careful not to nick their fair skin. She knew that Duke wanted their cunts to be smooth, not bleeding. That was a standard at Devil’s Haven, and the shaving had to be fresh for participation in a new sport.
She was satisfied that the luscious vulvas she was preparing for the mysterious competition would be bleeding soon enough. She had ensured their fate simply by selecting these particular girls. It was to her an honor to be able to select the cunts who would participate.
Duke never abused the women he used without violently attacking their naked cunts. He was definitely a cunt man, He was a master of giving women unendurable pain, and had particular skills and passion for hurting their sensitive reproductive organs. She remembered the glass bottle he had smashed inside her.
When she was finished with shaving the last cunt, the beautiful young girls she had selected and shaven were given spike heeled cowboy boots, chaps for their legs, leather vests that were too small for them, and cowboy hats to protect their heads from the hot sun.
Their shaven crotches, their round buttocks, their tight tummies and their full round breasts were purposefully left fully exposed. Tight leather straps with steel links were placed on the wrists of the beautiful college girls, similar to the links on the ankles of their boots.
The leather outfit each girl wore was died in different colors. One girl wore red, one yellow, one green and one white. Cassandra was given an outfit identical to that the others wore, and her blonde pubic hair was left intact, although it was short from a recent shaving, and her revealing outfit was made of entirely black leather.
Her breasts, belly and crotch were also fully exposed, and the blonde curls growing around her cunt were carefully plucked and trimmed along the inside to reveal the pink lips of her delightful sex organ. The wranglers had made it clear to her from the beginning that on this ranch, a real cowgirl proudly displayed her bare cunt to the men at all times.
The five outfitted girls were loaded aboard the chuck wagon and were driven out of the valley to a part of the ranch they had never before seen. There was a large slightly sunken natural bowl that was about a half mile across, with no trees but having some dry scrub brush in patches, as well as dried weeds, located up on the high plain.
Because of the depressed shape, The weeds included a thick mixture of dried tumbleweed, tall nettles, and scotch thistles growing right across the broad bowl. It was not the kind of place a person would want to get caught in. Assembled at the lip of the bowl were the ranchers, and they sat on their horses, watching with interest, as the provocatively attired ladies were unloaded from the wagon on the far side of the bowl.
Duke instructed the wranglers to line up the four ladies that Cassandra had selected, and they were forced to squat. The links on their leather wrist cuffs were attached to the links on the ankles of their boots, so that they were restrained in the squatting position, their knees spread on either side of their bulging tits, so that they were unable to stand. As the four squatting girls watched, the chuck wagon moved around the bowl, with Cassandra still aboard.
In just over five minutes, the wagon had reached the far side of the huge natural bowl. Even at that distance, the girls were able to see something that absolutely startled them: the driver of the chuck wagon harnessed and saddled one of the spare horses, and hoisted Cassandra onto the animal’s rump.
She was seated behind the saddle so that her bare cunt and ass were pressed against the beast’s sweating back. Then he handed her a pistol! Were they going to kill their mounted schoolmate, shooting her with rifles while giving her a small chance to defend herself?
They recognized that the beautiful blonde bitch was too much a tomboy, anyway, and they all felt it was better her than them. The inhuman treatment the four squatting girls were about to receive was fully expected. The four skimpily costumed but naked young girls were, after all, nothing but cunts.
They had all heard the stories of excessive sexual brutality by the wealthy ranchers from the wranglers over the winter, and knew that their suffering was what the ranchers liked to have for their bizarre entertainment. That was, in fact, why this retreat was so private.
At first they had believed that the tales they heard were the wranglers’ bizarre sexual fantasies, designed to terrorize them, and to force them to cooperate in the wild sex orgies the wranglers had whenever they wanted to. When women had disappeared from their numbers and were never heard of again, they had started to get suspicious about how bizarre the events could really be.
Now the beautiful young women realized that the horror sex stories they had heard were completely true, and that the women and girls who had not returned were not freed, but had been mercilessly killed. This whole captivity thing was really terrifying. Before the afternoon was over, they were sure they were all going to die a horrible and painful death, for the amusement of the terrible men who had kidnaped them.
Duke climbed onto his horse, drew his rifle from its scabbard, and promised the girls that the last of them to reach the chuck wagon would be shot on the spot. He also let them know that they were to cross the natural bowl through the middle, making their way thought he thick growth of dried brush, nettles and thorns.
Any girl who refused to go through the coarse vegetation, nettles and thistles, scraping their bare breasts and freshly shaved cunts over them, or attempted to go around the edge of the bowl would also become target for his rifle. Without giving the girls time to worry about their fate, he fired his gun into the air as a signal for them to start.
The four girls were highly stressed, crouching in their leather attire that left all of their delectable tits, bellies and cunts fully exposed. It was not their costumes that distressed them, it was the graphic view they had of the field of nettles, prickly thorns and dry sagebrush, and the sight of their peer, that bitch Cassandra, on the horse awaiting them with the pistol.
They knew Cassandra hated them, and were now not sure if she would have the guts to shoot them. Between them and their goal lay the broad field of harsh dry vegetation that would scrape, scratch and sting their most intimate flesh severely. And riding behind them was Duke.
To enforce their compliance with the inhuman rules was this merciless man with the rifle, and at the chuckwagon that was their destination. Beside it was one of their own, a naked woman who they feared would not hesitate to shoot them, just to make points with the wealthy ranchers.
The four squatting and hobbled girls were in a no-win situation, but the path of least resistance was to play the vicious game through to whatever was its intended outcome. They were going to have to scrape their naked genitals over the rough nettles and thistles to survive, if that was even possible. The weeds were so tall!
The forced crouching girls braced themselves, facing the broad field of adversity. Then they began to waddle briskly forward, encouraged by four booming shots from the rifle that kicked up sharp sprays of dirt at the exposed asses of the lovely waddling cowgirls, and they burst forward, on their way.
The dry sagebrush was dragged forward, scraping against the tender skin of the rapidly toddling girls, and it and the thistle barbs prepared the girl’s flesh, tenderizing and scratching it, making it more vulnerable to the acidic sting of the vicious nettles. In moments the girls were severely scratched from their faces down across their big bare breasts, over their bellies, across the tender meat of their fully exposed sex organs, and between their spread buttocks.
The terrible stinging nettles deposited their harsh burning acid into these scratches, and soon the four girls were screaming at the biting effect of the abrasive and caustic plants on their tenderized meat. They were suffering exactly as planned, and were stoically intent on completing the crossing, regardless of the damage it caused to their nakedness.
When one of them stopped and spun around, a pleading look on her sobbing face, Duke was pleased to see the degree of swelling that was setting in. The bitches were suffering exactly as planned. It was treatment like this that proved to women their true worth in the scheme of things.
These men delighted in teaching women that harsh lesson. The rifle boomed again, as Duke shot the nipple off the reluctant girl’s right breast, and she resumed her waddling struggle, blood spurting from the damaged meat of her tit. Moments later, another of the girls delayed her progress.
Duke raised his rifle and put a spinning bullet right cleanly through her large swinging left breast. The big boob slapped wildly against the other with the violent trauma, with visible shock waves distorting the form of both of the fat mammaries. Big tits were perfect for showing the damage they took.,
Breasts taking a bullet responded in a way that got the men’s penises rising to firmness in their pants. The shock of being shot did the trick, and the second pretty screaming bitch with the damaged breast was quickly on her way again. Everything was on track, and Cassandra waited on the far side.
By the time the four girls had passed the midway point in their terrifying journey, they were all leaving faint trails of their blood on the plants they were trampling. They were nearing exhaustion from the effort and the trauma, and began repeatedly to fall forward onto their faces.
Whenever they did this, they faced a difficult struggle in regaining their upright squatting position, with their wrists cuffed to the ankles of their spike-heeled boots. The sharp crack of the rifle reverberated through the bowl as another big boob had a bullet slam through it.
The girls’ big tits made good safe targets, and the mammaries were taking destructive and painful abuse with each shot. Bullets slamming through their boobs was all the bitches needed to get back at their terrifying task as the sagebrush, nettles and thistles took their toll.
Cassandra had moved up over the high ridge of the back of the saddle onto the saddle’s seat, and she stood up in the stirrups to get a better view of the remarkable action in the field. Her horse was skittish with the shocking sound of the rifle breaking across the prairie.
Also making the horse edgy was the screaming of the strange squatting female human forms waddling through the dense growth. It was sexually exciting for Cassandra to see these girls she hated so much now getting the kind of treatment she could only dream of giving them when they had been so mean to her in college back in St. Lewis.
She could feel her cunt getting moist and warm with raw sexual excitement at the extreme physical abuse the beautiful young snobs were taking. As the afflicted girls got nearer, Cassandra found standing was no longer necessary to get a good view of the abusive action.
She moved her hips forward as she lowered herself, so that her vagina came down against the broad head of the rigid high saddle horn. The vivacious cowgirl moved her stimulated naked organ sensuously over the high leather covered saddle projection, wetting the leather with her sweet tasting excreted sex slime.
The beautiful harlot was fastidiously clean, and there was no vaginal yeast growing in her honey pot to dis-flavor her sex meat or the clear arousal excretions of her sex moisture. She loved having her cunt-meat licked by clients when she was whoring, and that passion was alive now.
On a sudden impulse, Cassandra pressed her hips downward, forcing her entire weight onto the broad head of the saddle horn seated in the vestibule of her vagina. She slid her wet cunt forward and backward, increasing her weight on the mashed sex lips.
At last her ploy worked, and her organ was forced open, until her magnificent cunt wholly engulfed the large curved metal-cored leather object. She was now being fucked by the saddle on which she sat, and indirectly by the big stallion she was riding. What a rush!
As Duke and the group of girls he was herding got near her, he saw what the naked bitch on the horse was doing, and was pleased at her open and aggressive sexuality. The next step planned for her would establish her real place in the scheme of things. This bitch was as outrageous as he could hope for. He thought of one day having her fucked by her stallion.
He was going to give her the opportunity to be even more cruel to the girls she had selected as the game had been. He would see just how far this beautiful young ranch girl would go in her own brutality to the other captive females. Raising the captive cunt’s sexual passion and cruelty to outrageous levels would only make her eventually want to participate in greater sports.
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The girls were soon driven out of the brush and over to the chuck wagon, with Duke following close behind them on his chestnut stallion. The long stout penis on Duke’s horse was fully extended. Following nude waddling women had got the beast’s passions up.
Cassandra was startled to see the severe effects of the harsh punishment the four girls had endured. Their faces were badly swollen from having fallen repeatedly onto the nettles and thistles, as were their bullet-riddled breasts, bare scraped bellies, and ravaged sex organs.
Blood trickled from the deep scratches, and their boobs were all devastated with bullet holes. The men loved to use women as targets to keep up their skills with their rifles and pistols, and these young ladies had served them well. They had used normal bullets, and the resulting gunshot wounds were clean holes bored through the fatty meat from numerous angles.
“Dismount, cunt!” Duke commanded Cassandra. He watched with interest to see how she was going to release the big flared post she was gripping with her vagina. She started to move, and had to struggle to get her cunt off the invading saddle horn. There was a loud `pop’ as she pulled free, and in two seconds she was off the large horse.
“Shoot them!” he commanded her. “We’ve decided these bitches are of little use to us in their condition.” Cassandra drew her 45, and walked over to the nearest bitch. The girl looked up at her with pleading eyes. There was no chance she could expect mercy from this bitch she had mistreated when they were students.
She knew she was dead meat from the time she had been selected and costumed, but she was facing a girl she had known for two years. Surely she would be helped by her classmate. The girl was armed, and could fight these monstrous men. She opened her mouth to speak, and the barrel of the gun was suddenly between her teeth.
Cassandra thrust the barrel in deeper, right into the slut’s throat, forcing the beautiful girl’s head back. The gorgeous bitch moaned because the gun in her mouth and throat would not permit a scream. Cassandra watched the cunt roll her wide eyes in terror, and then, without a hint of conscience, she pulled the trigger.
The back of the girl’s head flew off and back, striking the chuck wagon and spattering it with bits of bloodied brain, bone and hair. Duke watched Cassandra’s face, and was pleased to see she showed clear pleasure at the revenge she was taking on these hated bitches. The ranch-hardened girl was proving herself as he was sure she would.
The men found it exciting to make one of the girls execute the others. Cassandra was clearly up to the task, and now they wanted to see if she could sustain the control of her emotions that allowed her to mercilessly kill the nude and bleeding girl who had been her classmate.
It was one thing to pull the trigger once, but there were still the other three defenseless females awaiting their turn. Whether or not she was able to continue was the true test. Having seen the devastation her act had produced, would she be capable of committing three more brutal killings?
The second girl fell forward onto her knees, with her head bowed. Cassandra placed the muzzle of her big 45 against the bitch’s temple, and the trembling young woman pissed in fear. Then her anus pushed out, opened, and she produced a moist warm fear-turd for them. Without hesitation, Cassandra squeezed off the second round. The chuck wagon took a second splattering of bitch brains, and the dead cunt fell forward on her big battered tits.
Cassandra was still smiling, and the men began to sense just how deep her hatred of these girls was. She had no loyalty to them, and with the opportunity presented, she showed no hesitation in blasting them off the face of the earth, ending their frivolous young lives.
This cunt Cassandra was demonstrating she was a merciless killer, and they were certain she was going to be valuable to them as the season progressed, and their need for a cunt to kill her own would develop. They had chosen wisely when they picked this beautiful young bitch to be one of their cunts.
The third girl pitched forward as both of the dead girls had, and her bare ass was inadvertently presented. Cassandra jammed the pistol deep into the offered rectum, and pulled back the hammer. The girl’s anus served as a silencer, greatly reducing the crack of the big pistol.
Blood spurted out of the girl’s cunt as the big slug ripped right up through her pack of guts and found her heart. With her wrists cuffed to her ankles, she slumped, bowing her back, her pretty ass still propped high in the air. Her position made a terrific display of her destroyed sexuality.
The fourth girl fell over backward, screaming hysterically at her impending execution. She had been the one who had most offended Cassandra when they were students together. She had cut the new girl from the country out of social circles, and had wooed away Cassandra’s first boyfriend.
She was a truly the most gorgeous bitch of the four, who had used her voluptuous sexuality to get whatever she wanted, and she knew how much the girl approaching her now with that lethal 45 hated her. For the first time in her life, she was frightened out of her wits.
The beautiful cuffed girl’s most valuable assets were in ruins. Her scratched and swollen front was beet red, from her face right down across her big tits and tight belly to her open crotch, shaved pubic mound and spread buttocks. Her fully exposed cunt had taken the worst of it.
The tortured female sex organ had swollen outward so that it gaped open more severely than had any of the others. This made her protruding vagina a perfect target for Cassandra’s smoking pistol. She tried desperately to crab walk backward, but made little progress with the cuffs severely restricting her ability to move.
Her unnatural position also forced her to raise her pubic mound, as if she were actually offering her naked and bleeding cunt to the smoking barrel of the large pistol in the hands of the turncoat bitch Cassandra. The bloodied barrel of the big 45 was thrust deep into the college girl’s ample cunt.
Cassandra pushed it in deep, until the big swollen vagina lips kissed the revolving cylinder. The barrel of the pistol was a full nine inches long! Cassandra knew from the resistance that the end of the barrel was pressed tightly against the prone cunt’s cervix, and that the bullet would rip right through her frightened foe’s inner gonads, her uterus.
She laughed with her delicious victory as she probed with the gun, ensuring the end of the barrel had entered the screaming cunt’s cervix. When she had milked the moment for all it was worth, Cassandra squeezed the stiff trigger, blasting a large lead slug deep into the belly of the screaming bitch.
A spray of hot blood spurted out from around the pistol and through the girl’s anus as the bullet did its incredible harm inside her. Her belly bulged as the slug blasted through her internal plumbing. Unsatisfied at completing the fourth execution, Cassandra pulled the big gun’s hammer back and fire again.
The kick of the second bullet ripping through her caused the bitch’s torso to bulge again, with the damage inside her doubled, and this time her bright red blood gushed from the screaming mouth and nose of the destroyed bitch. Cassandra felt a surge of power coursing through her. This was living!
With the way cleared through the bitch’s now pulverized guts, Cassandra pulled back the hammer on the big pistol once more. She wanted the men to see visible damage to the dead bitch, and knew she had one bullet left. This was her chance to shine, and she took it.
The third shot went clear through the girl’s torso, from stern to stem, its way prepared by the previous two shots, and it blew the beautiful college cunt’s head off as the carcass of this fourth bitch was totally dispatched, blasted into total oblivion by the vengeful cowgirl Cassandra.
As she gave up the empty pistol and remounted her big stallion, the audacious cowgirl looked at the erotic carcasses spread on the ground around her. She surprised the ranchers when she said “I wish we could stay to see if the coyotes will fuck them before they eat them.”
This brazen hussy was truly a find. Duke made the arrangements. They took the wagon’s tongue, the long drawing pole by which the horses pulled the vehicle, off the front of the chuck wagon, and dug a deep hole with the post-hole auger to set the long pole in, standing it on end.
They filled the hole with rocks and packed the base firmly with soil, then using the long reins used to drive the team, they bound the cheeky bitch Cassandra’s breasts tightly at the base. If she wanted to watch the coyotes feast on the carrion she had produced by killing the girls, it would happen.
They tied her hands behind her back, and then raised her to the top of the pole so that she hung by the leather rein bindings that wrapped her big tits. Her cowboy boots, the only thing she wore, were now five feet off the ground. She was in perfect position to observe the coyotes feeding once they came.
The men stood around the pole with the naked tit-suspended bitch hanging from it, opened their pants to get at their rigid cocks, and gave those pulsing shafts a rigorous workout at the sight of her. Cassandra had only been hung by her shapely tits once before. That had been at the bar where she had worked in St. Lewis.
The madam had punished her that painful manner for berating uneducated customers, and not playing her proper submissive role as a female. That painful punishment had lasted less than an hour, but her big tits had ached for more than a week afterward. The punishment had been harsh, but she had learned her lesson well.
She thought with dread what it would be like staying out here all night. It would not only be cold, but her tits might be damaged from this incredible abuse, which they were not designed to withstand. She felt excitement grow in her gut at the wanton cruelty the men were once more displaying.
She could see all four of the half-clad bitch carcasses from her elevated position, and although her boobs were aching from the strain of supporting her weight, they would soon be numb, she hoped, and then she could endure the remainder of this horribly humiliating treatment.
She kicked her legs to assist in the numbing of her breasts, and in the process gave the ranchers jacking off a show. It proved to be a very popular show, because within minutes several of them were ejaculating, and she felt proud that, even suspended like this, in what she thought of as a highly unlikely sexual presentation, she could inspire orgasms in her captors.
There would be a nearly full moon this night, and the men left her hanging there to contemplate the misfortune of being born as nothing more than a female, and to reflect on her role in life until the next morning. If she fell, the coyotes would kill and eat her. If not, the men would lower her when they returned.
She would have her wish, and a clear view to safely witness the consumption of the feast of bitch meat by the merciless prairie scavengers. Cassandra would not sleep, but would get to see how they took care of dead women. Coyotes had their own idea of the value of bitch meat, whether it was dead or alive.
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After a fine evening meal, the cattlemen were relaxing with sherry in front of a roaring fire, joking about the marvelous bitch they had left hanging out on the prairie by her fabulous big tits. They knew she would be extremely uncomfortable, but they were also certain she would more likely enjoy than be repulsed by the violent consumption of the carcasses of the girls she had shot.
Forcing a bitch to do violence on another bitch was a novel twist that they planned to exploit. It was as they were discussing this that they first heard the commotion out in the stables. What they heard was the hysterical screaming and shouting of a gaggle of the captive cunts. The bedlam was unusually loud, and lasted for some time.
A few moments after it had calmed down, one of the wranglers came in to report that one of the slave women had gone berserk in the stable, and had killed another cunt that shared her stall. It had been gruesome. She had beaten the other women to death with a four-inch square five-foot length of rough-hewn timber.
She had worked the beam free from the side of her stall, and used it as an effective club. This sudden outbreak of violence among the female inmates was not unexpected. These captive cunts were under extreme stress, with most of them knowing or suspecting that their only future was to die a horrible brutal death at the hands of their heartless captors.
They were helpless, accommodated like livestock, knowing their prospects were hopeless, and they were forced to endure cruel ongoing sexual abuse from the wranglers who were their handlers. Their only power was over each other, and only in the pettiest of matters. The ranchers knew that sooner or later something had to break. Now it had.
Duke ordered the man to bring the offending bitch into the ranch house, and to bring along the woman’s best friend. The ranchers were pleased when they saw the killer was one of the school teachers, whose name was Amanda. She had been a model prisoner, and had set an example for the others.
Everyone knew the beautiful and intelligent twenty-five-year-old blonde as Mandy, and for months they had seen signs of Mandy the teacher unwinding mentally. She could not take the stress of trying always to be perfect in the less than perfect circumstances of her imprisonment. She had chosen a profession in which she could control others, and here she was totally controlled.
Nothing fit her need to dominate, and the beautiful young cunt with the well-defined features had at last reached the boiling point. When she was brought to them by the wrangler, both she and her friend were stark naked. Duke told Mandy to describe for the ranchers what had happened.
Sobbing, she told them that the other woman had taken up her space on the straw, that her stable-mate always used too much of the blanket, and that the greedy was useless, was nothing but a bitch and she deserved to die. Everyone knew she had to be killed, for her own good.
“And what did you do about it?” Duke asked her.
“I killed the slut!” Mandy said. Her firm round breasts bobbed beautifully as she sobbed out her story. Her tears streaked down her face and splashed from her bowed head onto her large mounded blushing boobs. Even in her highly humiliating naked state, Mandy showed signs of defiance.
She was exactly where Duke needed her to proceed with his plan.
Duke told the other woman to lie on the pine floor in front of the fireplace. She did, fearful of what might happen. This was the lesbian bitch who had comforted others until she had found one who responded to her affections. She had drawn Mandy into the world of female-on-female sex.
Duke suspected their might have been an element of jealousy in the killing, but that was immaterial now, as both of these gorgeous naked cunts were going to die for the enjoyment of the men tonight. The woman was trembling in fear as she stretched out on her back.
She obediently spread her raised knees, so that all of her sexual equipment was on full display, as she knew the men expected of her. She had a luscious figure, and a physique that set the men’s pricks rising in their pants at the sight of her inviting posture.
One of the wranglers surprised the bitch when he handed the accused cunt the length of timber she had used to do the bloody killing.
“Show us how you did it, Mandy” Duke told her.
The pert schoolmarm looked shocked. “Amie’s my friend!” she shrieked. “She’s my best friend ever! I can’t kill her!”
“Amie is a cunt,” Duke pointed out. “You killed a cunt, one of ours, and proved yourself to be a cunt killer. We’re curious to see how you did it. I am instructing you to show us how you used that post to kill that other cunt.”
Mandy gently lowered the squared wooden post so that the end rested on the floor beyond Amie’s head. “Like that,” she said, now sobbing uncontrollably. Amie saw what was coming, lost bladder control, and arched a stream of bright yellow urine across the floor.
The rich varnished pine, warmed by the fire, kept the spreading puddle of fresh lady piss warm so that its aroma quickly spread in the room.
“Do you like that smell? Do you like the scent of freshly spilled piss?” Duke asked Mandy.
“No, sir,” she sobbed. She was terrified of what was coming, knowing what she would be forced to do.
“Do you find that lady piss on the floor is offensive to you?” he asked.
“Yes sir!” she said, her voice quivering even as she tried to sound brave and assertive. She thought she was going to be required to hurt her friend severely. Instead, he instructed her to get onto her hands and knees and to clean up the floor of her friend’s fresh warm lady-piss with her tongue.
Greatly relieved, she did as she was bid, knowing this was much preferable to what she thought was expected. Watching Mandy doing such a nasty thing, Amie became excited, and without control of her bladder, suddenly released another stream of her piss.
“I think you can drink that directly from the source,” Duke said to Mandy, and she quickly got her mouth up to cover the piss-spurting cunt of her friend. She gulped frantically, knowing the danger of letting some of her friend’s urine escape. The whole experience of the evening had her head in a haze.
“Every drop, Amanda,” Duke said, and she milked the cunt with her mouth to ensure she devoured it all. What she was doing, naked and with all of those male ranchers watching, was disgusting, something she would never in a million years do in public. It was so personal and intimate such a thing could only be done in private.
Duke drew his gun, lifted it up under Mandy’s long blonde hair, and pressed the muzzle against the base of her skull. The steel felt cold against her skin. “Well now, since your friend Amie has so badly offended you, so that you had to lick her piss off the floor, and then drink it from her cunt, I think you’ll have to do something about that, won’t you?”
“Yes, sir,” she said. She was certain he was going to make Amie drink piss from her cunt. Duke then surprised her by moving directly to the next step.
“Kill her!” he commanded. Mandy’s eyes bulged in disbelief at the shocking command. She heard the big gun’s hammer being cocked, and felt the movement of the cold steel against the base of her skull. She had seen the horrible things these men did regularly, and knew he would not hesitate to blow her brains out right here if she did not do exactly as he said.
The slender girl reluctantly lifted the timber. “You shouldn’t have peed” she sobbed, and brought the squared post down at an angle, striking the flat edge with a loud smack against a raised leg above the knee. There was no power in the blow, but it was a start, and it brought a scream from her reclining friend.
“That wasn’t so tough, was it?” Duke said. “Now show us on Amie where you hit the other cunt’s big tits.” Mandy lifted the timber over her head again, and this time, knowing first-hand how full and firm those big breasts were, used a bit more force, knowing the fat mammaries would protect her friend from real physical damage. The flat of the beam hit the nipple, bulging the big tit but doing no damage.
Encouraged that she could please the men and not harm her friend, Mandy raised the post and swung it hard to club the other big tit of her prone friend. Amie screamed and this time, seeing the changed direction and speed of the descending post, instinctively raised both of her arms to protect herself.
That proved to be a bad mistake. The defensive act was self-defeating. The force of the blow from the post broke one arm below the elbow, and fractured the other wrist. Both Mandy and Amie screamed in horror at what happened, but Mandy’s reaction was not what the men expected.
“You made me do that!” she screamed at Amie, who’s bone showed through the compound fracture of her arm. “It was your fault, you stupid bitch, you shouldn’t have put your arms up!” To make her point, she swung the post again, clubbing her friend’s rib cage.
The crushing sound of snapping ribs announced the damage she did to her downed friend. In her frustration she had used much more force in the blow than she had intended, and the men shouted out their pleasure. They also pulled their penises from their pants and took them in hand.
“Its all your fault!” Mandy screamed, and brought the heavy club down again against Amie’s ribs. This time the corner caught the same place she had cracked three ribs, and several more gave way. As well, the edge of the squared post sunk into the bitch’s side, and when Mandy lifted it, she saw with horror that not only had the flesh broken, but that now several jagged ends of broken ribs showed through.
She was doing exactly what the men had brought her into the ranch house to do. She was killing her best friend. Amie bucked in agony, straining her legs as she raised her hips and pelvis erotically. Mandy moved her feet further apart, and raised the big club over her head again.
“You’re making me hurt you more than I mean to, you stupid cunt!” she screamed at Amie, and brought the rugged post down between the beautiful bitch’s spread legs. Amie’s vagina took the full force of the blow, and her pubic mound was so full and engorged that there appeared to be no structural damage.
This result either encouraged or challenged Mandy, but she swung the post again at the offered vulva, this time bruising the female sex meat severely. Without encouragement, she swung at the big cunt for a third time, and all of the men in the room heard the crunch as Amie’s pelvis snapped.
Duke holstered his gun. He had successfully returned the deranged bitch Mandy to her emotional state in which she was a merciless killer. Her rage was inflamed to the point that she required no further encouragement or direction. She was now intent on clubbing the downed woman to death.
The men sat back to enjoy the spectacle of the nude woman being clubbed to death by her friend as they sipped their sherry. Now in an insane rage, Mandy broke Amie’s lower legs and smashed her knees, then went once again at the butch bitch’s big tits.
She struck them on the lower side, forcing the fat mammaries to bulge against Amie’s shoulders, then she crushed them from the top, swelling the big boobs and breaking more of the helpless cunt’s ribs as she did so. One of the big boobs split open, and leaked both blood and fatty tissue from inside.
Then she brought the heavy timber down on Amie’s shoulders and a the side of her neck, separating her arms from the shoulder and breaking both of the downed cunt’s collar bones. Amie was now reduced to a whimpering wreck, incapable of offering any resistance to the breaking of her naked body.
Mandy was far from through with her, and seemed intent on causing the lesbian woman to suffer horribly. The young school teacher had been such a prudish perfectionist, but was now proving herself to be anything but nice, apple pie and spice. She was a raging, destructive cunt!
She was working at a frantic pace, in stark contrast to the gathering of ranchers in the large living room, who calmly watched her murderous attack on the naked and broken form of her friend. Her intent was clearly to make her friend suffer excruciating pain and then killing her.
A voice from the spectators said “Stuff the cunt,” and without hesitation, Mandy thrust the end of the four by four against the downed bitch’s damaged vagina. She got behind the other end of the post, braced herself, and thrust on it with all her might, lunging against the resistant cunt until at last, the damaged female organ gave way, and the thick post found entry.
Fresh screams from Amie announced her success, and Mandy renewed her efforts, driving the stout post impossibly deep into the lesbian woman’s ravaged vagina. The terrible pressure of this monstrous invasion of her lower body forced the big battered woman to shit herself.
The involuntary evacuation by the tortured bitch increased the level of Mandy’s rage. She dropped the end of the post, now sticking out of Amie’s big cunt like a huge phallus, and grabbed the smaller of two large iron pokers from the side of the fireplace. She thrust the glowing pointed end against the side of one of Amie’s big and swollen boobs, and thrust on it so hard that the iron tool burst into the fat mammary.
Smoke from cooking tit fat spurted from the terrible wound. Heaving with all her might, Mandy forced the improvised glowing weapon deeper into the fatty tit meat, so that it not only bulged the other side, but actually broke through, and pressed against the whimpering bitch’s other fat tit.
Mandy forced Amie to roll onto her side, so that the handle of the iron poker stood straight up, and now she bore down on it with all her weight, forcing the point to fully penetrate the other mammary. In doing so, she was squeezing her own boobies together so that the pink nipples bulged.
As she pressed downward, her buttocks spread, giving the men behind her a clear view of her dripping sex organ and her tight anus. She was a cute thing, and Duke knew the men would enjoy executing the vivacious nude for her horrendous crimes against her sister slaves.
At last the thick iron poker burst through the far side of Amie’s big tits, so that her fat mammaries were now completely impaled. Mandy returned to the fireplace, and picked up the other poker. It was larger and heavier than the first, and the blacksmith who made it had put a pulling hook as well as a point on this one.
Mandy actually grinned as she recognized this was the perfect club for her victim. She banged the big poker down with all her might, driving the heinous hook deep into the meat of Amie’s belly. She jerked it out, and then slammed it down again, this time punching a hole in her friend’s flesh.
The crude thick hook stabbed into the soft belly meat and caught, so that it ripped open the tender human flesh as it was jerked back out. Mandy struck the bitch’s exposed belly repeatedly, each time driving the iron hook in and then ripping it out, until at last she developed an opening in Amie’s tummy that revealed the lesbian bitch’s tight tangle of guts.
With several more damaging blows, bulges of both the large and small intestine began to poke out of the bloody openings. That was enough for Mandy, who decided to let nature take its course. The cunt had reduced her whimpering to soft moaning, and Mandy believed she was not going to last much longer.
Her intense feelings for the older cunt had, with Duke’s eager encouragement, flip-flopped from love to hate, and she was acting out a rage that startled the men, but also pleased them greatly. The cunt was doing exactly what cunts do in such circumstances, when no other choices are present.
She turned her attention at last to the prone woman’s head. She slapped the flat of the poker several times against Amie’s temple as hard as she could, until at last she popped one of the bitch’s eyes out. Then she dug the other eyeball out with the hook, but was too rough, and the white orb burst from the intense pressure.
Next she brought the poker down with three hard blows against Amie’s mouth, and smashed off several teeth. Blood spurted from her mouth as Amie spit out the broken teeth. Finally Mandy swung the poker in an enormous arc, and this time dug the heinous hook deep into the bitch’s brain, crushing her skull.
Mandy sat down heavily, or as heavily as a girl of her slight build could manage. She was exhausted, and a slick of perspiration covered her pretty naked form. Duke walked over to her, his towering figure contrasting with her diminutive form, and he grabbed her by the hair.
With one hand he easily lifted her so that her feet were well above the floor. The pretty young murderess, only five feet tall, was now going to receive her punishment for her two heinous crimes. With the men laughing at her helpless struggles as she dance hanging by her hair, Duke sentenced her to death.
A chain was tied around her left ankle, and another tied to her long blonde hair. The chain from her hair was attached to a ceiling hook on a beam in front of the fireplace, and the ankle chain was attached to a hook on a beam eight feet neared to the center of the room. This position fully displayed her delightful sexual charms to the appreciative men, who were eager to witness her punishment.
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The wranglers dragged the ruined carcass of Amie out of the room, and cleaned up her gore and the messes she had made, while Duke laid three irons into the fire, then got down his beautiful woman-whip made of fine human leather. A carefully selected woman had been skinned alive to donate her leather to this wonderful cunt-punishing weapon.
He grasped the handle made of the woman’s vagina, and lined himself up to begin the slow execution of the pretty young school teacher by flailing. She was the ideal subject for this kind of grotesque punishment, as the men, all experienced in observing an entertainment whipping, delighted in punishing cunts who believed they always had to be right.
Her state of mind was also ideal, because she was completely irrational, and highly suggestible. Duke began by laying his special woman-whip across Mandy’s shapely dangling titties. He skillfully lashed them so that he wrapped the slender end of the vicious whip around the lower tit, and then tugged it so that the weapon came free, but not before it jerked the round mammary out from the girl’s chest.
He then jerked it hard and burned a stripe around the boob. He repeated the effect with the other tit, and now they both had new red stripes around them, that quickly grew into ridged welts. This finely crafted weapon was capable of inflicting lethal blows, and Duke was as skilled as anyone in its use, but it was much too early to kill her.
The beautiful teacher bitch had huge hysterical screams in her to entertain the men, and there was no rush to bring on her death. Amanda had a classic cunt that stood on a distended pubic mound, as was often the case with slender women, and the dark ridged lips stood open like the beak of a bird.
Taking careful aim, Duke lashed the whip underhanded, so that it sped straight toward the slightly open female organ, and the end drove right up into her, forcing its way inside simply by its momentum. It snapped deep inside her pretty vagina. That was such a startling trick that Duke repeated it to prove the incredible shot was not a fluke.
Mandy’s sharp screams were supported by the laughter and applause of the appreciative ranchers. Duke was as good with the whip as he was with the gun. She kicked out with her free leg, but there was nothing close enough for her to reach with her lean floundering limb.
No matter how she tried, she was unable to keep her gorgeous legs from spreading. Her lovely cunt presented too inviting a target to pass by, and as she continually presented it to her tormentor in an irresistible manner, the beautifully formed female sex organ received a long series of stinging blows.
The shots to her cunt also caught and stung her anus ring, which also swelled from the intense abuse. The pace of the whipping caused the bound and swinging nude’s assaulted delicate meat to swell outward obscenely from the malicious battering it received.
Duke laced her back, buttocks, and belly with repeated and varied blows, never in the same place or when she might expect them. Although several of the angry welts grew to stand high and began to ooze blood, Duke was careful to not cut her too deeply in the early going.
He did not want to weaken the lovely bitch too much before he was ready for her to die. The blows were so painful that she leaped with each whacking contact of the vicious woman-whip. This was a specially designed woman-meat weapon to be reckoned with, and Mandy was in the most outrageous way having to reckon with it.
She cringed as she screamed with the pain of the woman-leather striking her flesh, leaving searing red welts. No part of her magnificent nude body was left untouched. He lashed the soles of her feet, her face, the bulging ring of her tight rectum, even her armpits, as he made his murderous victim pay dearly for her heinous capital crimes.
His vicious ministrations with the woman-whip were so complete that there were only small patches of skin that did not taste the sting of the whip directly. When at last he put the whip down, it was to pick up the bloody poker that Mandy had used to gut-rip and then dispatch Amie, a kill fully appreciated by the ranchers she was forced to entertain with her reluctant show of extremely and lethal vehemence.
Duke felt the poker was an appropriate weapon to use on the girl who had murdered another female with it, before this same assemblage of witnesses. The lovely young school teacher became hysterical again as she saw Duke take up the vicious iron weapon. This one was now cold, as it had not been returned to the fire.
He moved the hooked metal weapon between her legs, gaining full access to her naked crotch. The hold on her hair by the chain limited her ability to watch him, but her hysterical shrieking followed him as he aligned the tip of the big poker with its hooked appendage with the opening of her cunt.
She realized in a panic that he intended to insert the terrible forged iron weapon into her womb. That was exactly what he did. He pushed the cold tip of the tool against the warm spread inner lips of her vagina, poking it into the small round opening inside, and then with a vicious thrust he drove the entire head with its nasty hook deep into her, stretching her womb.
Mandy’s eyes bulged in shock as the terrible implement drove into her most private part. Once it was inside her, Duke moved it around, catching the hook against the folds of her inner fuck sheath. He pressed the handle against the base of her cunt, pinching her anus closed, then he jerked the tool out of her.
With it, caught on the hook, was part of her womb. He jammed the implement into her again, twisted it, and once more jerked it out, with the same effect. The sadistic ranch-man was gradually fishing out the inner gonads through the slender pretty young woman’s cunt, methodically turning the pretty bitch’s cock-gripping organ inside out.
The girl gave up her struggle briefly, and swung gently on her side by her raised leg and her hair, like a sideways human hammock. She was striped with thin welts all over her slender body, and except for her bulging breasts and the small patch of pubic hair above her vagina, she looked like a little girl.
There was one other marked exception. Little girls do not usually have their entire fuck shaft inverted, sticking out like a rudely jutting horse’s cock, as Mandy’s now did. The twenty ranchers sat sipping their sherry and stroking their rigid erections at the sight of her.
Although she was a strikingly good-looking young woman, Mandy had never before turned on so many men at one time. This was not an experience she would recommend to others, as she was not at all enjoying the attention she drew, particularly from her imposing molester.
Duke now began to explore the possibilities of her rectum, bulging from the internal pressure of her womb removal. He pressed the tip of the poker against her starfish anus, and probed at the tight sphincter muscle. There was no way the pretty young lady was going to voluntarily allow the cold black iron implement into her fundament, but Duke had no need for her cooperation or assistance.
He pushed evenly, so that the straight pointed part of the tool thrust in a finger’s length. It was stopped from further progress when the round hook part of the head reached the girl’s rectal portal. Duke rotated the shaft until the hook was opposite her cunt, then he pushed her away from him, swinging her lengthwise toward the fireplace.
She swung back, and he pushed again, harder this time. On the fourth push, she was swinging wildly, and as she moved toward him at the point of greatest motion, he suddenly thrust on the handle of the poker with all his strength, and the hook burst through, entering into her asshole. Her piercing scream rocked the rafters.
The big metal tool filled her colon far beyond its capacity, stretching the membrane to the limit. Going in had been relatively easy. The curve of the thick hook would now work against expelling the device. Duke continued to swing the bitch until she began to calm down and ceased the distracting kicking with her free leg.
When he had the suspended school teacher moving again in wild swinging arcs, he chose his moment perfectly as she was swinging away from him. At the exact instant, he jerked hard on the thick handle of the shaft protruding from her rectum. The trick did little apparent good, but it produced from Mandy a scream that exceeded the one when the poker had gone into her invaded bum hole.
Again he set her swinging, and again he gave a mighty tug on the poker, and again she kicked and screamed hysterically. And once more the poker bulged her rectum as if it were about to spit, but the hooked iron tool remained stuck fast in her pretty puckered asshole.
For the third time he rocked her until she swung high, and this time he jerked the iron with all his might, and the heinous device ripped open the tough meat between her asshole and her inverted cunt, allowing the poker to escape, followed by a gush of her blood.
The drastic operation had ripped her crotch open, exposing Mandy’s colon and her internal pack of guts. The brutal treatment of the girl not yet enough to curtail the bitch’s screaming and wild one legged kicking. The frantic exertion by the hopeless bitch was a cock-jerking sight, and the men were paying full service to their raging penises with their rapidly pumping fists.
Mandy thrashed and kicked, twisting her suspended torso and clawing desperately at hollow air with her arms. He boobies bounced deliciously with her urgent struggles, and as she fought, she began to slowly eject her intestines out through her destroyed crotch. She was behaving like a regular hellcat, and the men enjoyed every minute of it.
Duke put down the poker, poured himself another sherry, and sank into his comfortable leather chair once more, to watch as the slender young schoolmarm with what looked like a horse’s cock where her cunt had been, as the writhing struggling girl now unintentionally disemboweled herself.
The wealthy ranchers noticed with great satisfaction how her already slender waist was further reduced as she unloaded her internal baggage of gleaming viscera. As they emerged and dropped, her considerable length of girl-gut gradually formed a heap on the floor beneath her.
Duke got up when he noticed the bitch was losing energy, and he pulled a big red hot branding iron from the fire. It was the Devil’s Haven brand, a huge DH, which was a monstrous six-inch by eight-inch rectangle with letters half an inch thick. This was a brand larger than those used on cattle: it would be considered too cruel to use such a punitive weapon on the hide of an innocent animal.
This barbarous brand was designed to burn deep into the meat of live women, and to hurt them as much as possible in the process. The huge branding iron was designed purely as an implement of torture. It had no other rational use. It was capable of destroying the living meat it was to be used on, and the relatively tender meat of naked women made the perfect target for its heinous use.
Duke placed the glowing iron behind her raised buttock, and as he pressed it into her meat, her scream froze in her throat, allowing the men to hear the sizzle of the glowing iron as it burned its way deep into the strained muscle of her ass. Steam, smoke, and the aroma of cooking meat filled the air as Duke pressed the iron deeper.
He applied extra pressure to it, allowing it to burn its way right through to her hipbone. There was almost no blood around the incredible brand, because of the cauterizing action of the hot iron, which effectively sealed all of the blood vessels it encountered. There was no danger the branded bitch would bleed to death.
The smell of her cooked meat was similar to the aroma of roasting pork, and provided a pleasant scent to accompany the sights and sounds of the heinous bitch branding. Duke replaced the big brand in the fire and took out another. The nude bitch was only half branded.
Duke deemed that it was necessary he brand the delightfully hysterical cunt on her upper body as well, to be properly identified. If she were seen naked but only from the front, a man might claim her as being one as his own, not seeing the brand deep in her ass.
The second iron was the same size as the first, but was just the letter D. Duke moved around in front of the pretty young bitch to show her the red-hot brand, then he aligned it with her right breast. This time her scream was manageable, and her throat produced harsh, shrill, piercing whistles.
The brand sunk deep into her firm tit, pressing it flat, bulging the sides all around, as it burned and sizzled its way through the fatty meat until it reached and burned her ribs. Mandy’s eyes rolled in her head, and Duke had to slap her several times to keep her from swallowing her tongue.
Should she do so, she would strangle herself to death before he was through with her. When the second iron was replaced in the fire, he pulled out the third, a six-inch-high H, and used it to place a brand on her left breast, as deep and painful as the one placed on her right boob.
She was now properly marked as the exclusive property of this incredible ranch retreat, the Devil’s Haven. The marks were really meaningless as useful identification, as this cunt was not only the exclusive property of the wealthy ranchers, and had been for the past year, but everyone present knew that the pretty young bitch would not live to see the next sunrise.
These two brands were burnt so deep and the letters were so thick that they totally altered the appearance of the young schoolmarm’s round mammaries. Mandy’s right nipple was intact in the middle of the D, but her right had been completely burned away by the thick crossbar of the big H.
It was the burning and sealing of the burn by heat that provided the firmness so that the middle of the D on her right breast, burned right down to the ribs beneath her tit, did not flop down and distort the big letter. The brand was quite readable even from an angle.
This was because of its breadth and depth, as it was placed on her melon shaped breasts rather than on a gentle curve such as the deep brand on her buttock. To complete the deep branding of the young lady, Duke took the first brand again and placed it on Mandy’s belly, right over her navel.
Her flesh sizzled and smoked instantly on contact with the glowing metal. With a gentle pressure he allowed the brand to burn right through her bacon, until it emerged into the evacuated cavity of her abdomen. The middle fell out of the D, leaving a large hole, but the heinous brand was easily readable, even with her torso bent because of the way the bitch was hanging by the ropes tied around her one leg and her long blonde hair.
The men had to send a young houseboy for more liquor before the game girl finally expired from the rigors of her ordeal of terror. Duke had made her tortuous execution one that the ranchers found to be both reasonable and satisfying punishment for the wanton murders she had committed.
The little hussy had not only killed another one of their women out of her frustration and rage at her yearlong debasing naked confinement, but had also allowed herself to be manipulated into repeating her crime on a bitch she purported to be a close friend, demonstrating no remorse.
THE END OF CHAPTER FOUR