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This is my third and probably last installment featuring Karla and
Viktor.  If I receive any positive feedback to ceres39@gmail.com I
might write prequels (before they met) or fill in the nine years
between the 2nd an 3rd stories.

Karla has had a lifelong death wish and convinced Viktor to go through
with it.  She's pregnant.  Very pregnant.  What happens with the
baby?  Does Viktor go through with it in the end?

I urge very strong CAUTION about this story.  You've been warned.

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Karla's Death

Viktor slowly sang the words to "Happy Birthday" to Karla.  She was
eager to extinguish her candles, all 29 of them.  He held the final
"you" for as long as he could.  As soon as he finished Karla was
allowed to put out her candles.

She was suspended off the ground and spread eagle.  29 candles burned
brightly under her cunt and ass.  She released her bladder spraying
piss over the candles.  What she lacked in aim she made up for in
spray area.  She didn't hit some of the distant candles.  It was too
hard to get that many candles into a small area.  Viktor blew them out
and congratulated her.

"What did you wish for?"

"I can't tell you or else it won't come true."

He lowered her to the ground and released her.

"But what if I'm the one who makes your wish come true."

She held her naked body against his and kissed him.

"I think you know what my wish is."

He kissed her back.

"Tell me."

"I want this to be my last birthday."

Viktor didn't say anything.  He just held Karla against him.  He met
her almost ten years ago at a goth hangout in Boston.  He brought her
up to his rural Maine house that same night and she shared her rape
and death fantasies.  Over the years they had done some pretty weird
stuff.  He had performed several abortions on her.  He buried her
alive.  He posed as a rapist sneaking in on her during the night.  All
along she had insisted she did not want to live to see 30.  Her early
childhood fantasy had been a pedophile abducting her, raping her, and
drowning her.

The economy had gotten really bad over the past few years.  They were
in the sixth year of recession, something everyone but the government
was calling a depression.  Viktor's trust fund was in trouble and he
was faced with selling the house his parents bought him upon
graduating from college.  Karla now frequently fantasized about an
invading army or an angry mob of heavily armed men storming the house
and her being gang raped to death.  There had been civil unrest in
Portland and Augusta.  But they were five miles from the nearest
neighbor and someone in town had said that guy died years ago.  Her
dreams of a horny mob would never happen.

"Karla.  I don't know if I could live without you."

She gasped in exasperation and pushed him away.

"What the hell?  You've known this was coming for ten years."

"Karla, you're asking me to commit murder.  I could go to prison."

"When's the last time you saw a cop anywhere?  The county fired all
their deputies when it went broke and the state police doesn't have
the manpower to patrol way out here.  Remember when your car got
stolen?  They told you 'tough shit'."

She slipped back into her black dress.  She skipped panties and a
bra.  She rarely wore them even when they went into town.  She angrily
walked out of the dungeon and back upstairs.

Viktor caught his reflection in the mirror.  He hardly recognized
himself.  He was only 33, but looked much older.  His temples were
graying.  Karla said he looked like Count Dracula.  She bought him a
cape and they practiced blood drinking.  At first it was her menstrual
blood.  He then started biting her nipples and sucking blood from
there like a nursing baby.  They had to stop when her nipples became
too scarred.

He went upstairs and saw Karla writing fast and furiously at the
kitchen table.

"I'm sorry", he said to her.

She held up her hand like a traffic cop.  He looked at the calendar on
the wall.  They celebrated her monthly blood letting, an event that
was about a week away.  She started developing severe PMS in the past
year.  She refused to go to the doctor saying it was natural.  Also
she didn't want to have to explain all of the cuts, scars, and bruises
she had acquired in the past several years.  And besides, why would a
woman who wanted to die see a doctor?

At first he enjoyed her monthly bouts with PMS.  She was an absolute
vixen in the dungeon inflicting pain on him he never imagined.  But
the whole BDSM scene was wearing thin with him and he simply didn't
enjoy it any more.

"Here!"

She handed him a small stack of papers.

"This is a note, should the police happen to charge you with murder, I
explained the whole thing.  Next, this is a list of the things I
expect you to do to me during my final days on earth.  I want to die
exhausted, in pain, and humiliated."

She ran her fingers through her hair.

"I need a shower."

She got up.

"Oh, as a warning.  If you don't kill me I'll kill myself.  I've been
keeping a secret diary where I claim you forced me to get pregnant,
aborted my babies, raped them, tortured me, everything!  It was all
your idea.  I was held hostage here for a decade.  You're a sick, sick
pervert.  I will send that diary to my parents before I kill myself.
In it I will explain how I couldn't face them because of my shame and
I preferred to die.  Oh, they'll have fun with you in prison when the
details of your sickness get out.  They'll send a special posse up
here just for you, don't you doubt it.  FBI will get involved because
we crossed state lines after you kidnapped me in Massachusetts."

She stormed off into the bedroom to shower.

Viktor realized he had no choice.  He had done everything she said.
However it was all mutual and much of them were her suggestions.  He
read her list.  He would have to start preparing now.

A while later Karla emerged from the bedroom.  She was wearing a
different black dress.  This was very short.  She looked incredible in
it.

"Karla?"

She ignored him and sat down with a book.

"Karla?"

"What!"

"I'll do it."

"Do what?"

"I will kill you.  Exactly the way you asked.  I'll start preparing
today."

She flipped a page of her book.

"What changed your mind?  Not wanting to get raped in prison by a
bunch of niggers?"

He had never heard her use that word before.

"No.  Because I love you.  And I want to give you whatever it is you
want.  Even if it's release from life."

She tried not to smile.

"What have I told you about love?"

"It's a stupid emotion, almost as stupid as belief in a god."

Viktor stood up and sat next to Karla who scooted away slightly.

"I know what might help your PMS?"

"I masturbated in the shower."

"Another orgasm might help more."

She pretended not to hear him.  He jerked his hand under her dress and
rubbed her cunt.  It was wet.

"I ought to fuck you death right now."

She dropped the book to the floor.

"Make it quick, I'm getting to a good part in my book."


ONE WEEK LATER

Karla emerged from the bathroom.  She walked over to Viktor who was
sitting on the couch.  She straddled him and messed up his hair.

"The bitch is gone.  I just got my period."

Viktor ran his hand under her skirt.  He felt her bare bottom.  He ran
his right index finger across the mouth of her vagina.  It was damp.
She continued playing with his hair and kissing him.  She suddenly sat
up all perky.

"This is my last period!"

Viktor's face fell.  He loved her period.  He loved the sight of
blood.  It didn't matter where it came from.  But it was exceptionally
erotic when it came out of her womanhood.  His disappointment was
twofold.  Not only would he never experience her period again but in a
few months she would be dead.

The couple spent the following four days making passionate love.  When
Karla announced her period was over Viktor felt like a piece of him
had died inside and he wanted to cry.


SIX WEEKS LATER

"I told you!"  Karla held the urine soaked stick for Viktor to see.
Positive.  She was pregnant.  "I've been pregnant enough times to know
when I am.  The fact I never got my period was clue number one."  She
tossed the stick in the wastebasket and then flushed.  "You know, we
cut this awfully close.  What if I hadn't gotten pregnant?"

"You're still, what, ten months away from turning 30?"

"Yeah, but skip another month and I cut it really close."

"We're inducing early."

She patted her still flat belly.

"My last pregnancy."

She caught the expression on Viktor's face.

"Would you stop it!  Don't you understand this is what I want?  I am
going to have a lot of 'lasts' in the next several months.  Please be
happy for me, okay?"

Viktor swallowed.  "Okay."


Viktor took advantage of the long summer days to get everything
prepared.  He needed to build a special gynecological and torture
chair.  Or as Karla called it, her death chair.  The existing one had
too much metal.  He was outside working when he saw a powder blue SUV
pull off the road and onto the gravel driveway that lead to his house.

"This isn't good." he thought when he saw the words "STATE POLICE"
across the front quarter panel.

He put the power saw down and walked towards the vehicle.  The trooper
got out.  He donned his Smokey the Bear only to remove it two paces
later.

"Good morning, sir.  I'm Trooper Pierre Martin.  I'm looking for", he
glanced at a piece of paper, "Viktor Carter."

"I'm Viktor."

"Are your parents Jason and Jillian Carter of Boston?"

"Yes."

"Son, there's no easy way to say this, so I'm giving it to you
straight.  Your parents are dead."

Viktor felt weak.  A few weeks ago he realized he hadn't spoken to
them in a very long time.  He tried calling their house and cell
phones but didn't get a response.

"What happened?"

"You been keeping up with the news?"

"No, not really."

"Boston is a mess.  This whole economic thing.  A bunch of folks were
protesting about jobs.  The National Guard got called out.  It was
ugly.  I suppose they were in the crossfire.  It happened six weeks
ago.  Sorry we're just telling you now.  Police down there can barely
keep a lid on things so reporting the dead isn't high on their
priority list.  I'm sorry, son."  He paused and looked around.  "Used
to be when this sort of thing happened we'd refer you to a counselor.
The state's so broke we had to furlough the entire mental health
department indefinitely.  I'm afraid you're on your own."

Viktor nodded.

"You married?"

"No."

"Girlfriend?"

"Yeah.  She lives here with me."

"Talk to her."

"I will."

The trooper put his hat back on, tipped it, and walked back to his
SUV.

"Crossfire?  Right!" Viktor said to no one.  His parents were probably
leading the protest and the fascist military gunned them down.  He
went back to his woodworking.


ALMOST EIGHT MONTHS PREGNANT ON A THURSDAY

Karla was huge.  Viktor didn't like fat women, but Karla's pregnant
body turned him on.  Despite the frigid weather outside she frequently
wore skimpy dresses or nothing at all around the house.  She sometimes
wandered into the apple orchard and walked along the creek.  During
nice weather she did this naked.  But with the sleet and snow she
bundled up, as she did today.

"It's cold out there."

"The forecast is a warm weekend but it'll get nasty next week."

She dropped her overcoat on the couch.  She had nothing on under it.

"The creek is starting to freeze."

Viktor nodded.

"We'll need to do it soon.  Next week I think will be good."  She
paused.  "And don't ask me if I'm sure!"

Karla had read his mind.  For someone who knew she was going to be
murdered in a few days, Karla was very happy.  Almost giddy.  She
loved dwelling on her "last".  Her last hair appointment.  Her last
pair of shoes.

"Remember.  I want to die.  I crave it!"  She plopped her pregnant
form on the couch.  "I'm going to need help carrying stuff out to the
bunkhouse."

"Let's do it tomorrow so we can spend our final weekend together."

She stood up and wrapped her arms around his neck.

"Say that again... our FINAL weekend."

He tried to smile.

"Our final weekend...  by next weekend I will be dead."

Sunday evening she would move into the bunkhouse which sat adjacent to
the apple orchard and near the creek.  Back when the property was a
working farm the fruit pickers would stay in the bunkhouse.  It had
running water and electricity and Viktor had long since fixed it up
with furniture so it was like a nice, cozy home.  One unannounced
night during the week he would break in, rape, and abduct her.  But he
wouldn't kill her there, that would be done in the dungeon.


SUNDAY AFTERNOON

After lunch Viktor showed her all of the preparations he had made.  He
ran tests to show everything was in working order.  She walked over to
the simple plywood casket Viktor had built many years ago when he
buried her alive during a role play.  She hated him for it until he
released her.  Only then did she realize how erotic it was for her.

"Just think, my rotten corpse will be in here for eternity."  A shiver
went up her spine.  "Think about it, Viktor.  I will be in here
forever.  Maggots and worms will eat my flesh.  My heart, my brain, my
twat, my liver, everything."

Karla stepped over to the pathetically tiny casket next to hers.  She
rubbed her belly and said, "And this, you little piece of womb rot, is
yours."

Karla loved naming all of her future abortions because she wanted to
think of the procedure as murder of a helpless child and not scraping
some cells out.  She had named this one Zoey.  She didn't know it was
a girl, but she had been wrong only once with her gender guesses.

"Viktor, this is so fucking exciting.  I didn't think this day would
ever get here."

Viktor had given up trying to talk her out of it knowing he would deal
with it his own little way.

"I want to see my grave site again!"

With that she took off up the stairs.  She grabbed her coat and
covered her naked body with it as she walked to the small graveyard
near the house.  She stood barefoot looking in the gaping hole.  A
smaller one sat just a few feet away.  Viktor caught up to her.  He
held her from behind trying to keep her warm.

"That's where I'm going to be."

Viktor didn't say anything.  They both stared into the hole.  Karla
was like a child on Christmas morning.  Viktor was full of dread.

She spun around in his arms and said, "Let's go back inside."

They made love for the last time.  They would have sex again, but it
would be rape.  She insisted he make love to her "three holes" as she
called it.  After dinner she left.  They kissed their goodbyes and
Karla walked herself to the bunkhouse.  Viktor drank until he fell
asleep on the couch.  He woke up at 10 the next morning.  He hurriedly
got showered and dressed.  He still had a lot of preparations to
make.  He had everything ready for Karla, but he was adding to the
script.


WEDNESDAY

Viktor had completed everything.  He went online and reviewed the
weather report.  It had been unusually warm, which in Maine this time
of year meant the low 40's.  A front from Quebec was due to move
across the state that night bringing rain and snow flurries.  He
decided this was the night to do it.  Karla had let him read all of
her short stories, poems, and journal entries about her "ultimate
fantasy" and he was going to try to recreate it the best he could.
Around noon he took some sleeping pills and set his alarm for 8 PM.
It would be a very long night.


Karla was disappointed to wake up alive.  She showered, made some tea,
and ate a bowl of cereal.  It was a very exciting time for her.  She
didn't know if this would be her last day on earth.  What would her
last meal be?  She kept peeking out the window hoping to see Viktor
coming for her and her baby.  He would most likely come at night.

She had brought with her a stack of books that she nervously read.
They were mostly goth or fantasy themed trashy novels about human
sacrifice and sexual murder.  There were so many ways to die and she
was upset that she could pick only one.  Up until a couple of years
ago she wanted Viktor to carve her baby out of her, kill the baby in
front of her, and then let her die.  She passed on that idea because
death would come too quickly and she might miss the death of her
baby.  She wanted the baby to die first.  She finally picked her
method and read a book about it.  She couldn't wait.  She kept
rereading certain sections almost bringing herself to orgasm just
thinking about it.


The gentle chimes of the alarm clock stirred Viktor.  It had been dark
for several hours and his house was pitch black.  He fumbled towards
the bathroom and turned on a light.  He tried to look himself in the
mirror and couldn't.  He showered and shaved and then walked back into
his bedroom.  Viktor was a lifelong atheist born to a pair of lifelong
atheists.  He stood naked looking up at the quickly clouding sky.

"I don't know if there is a supreme being among us.  But if so, please
forgive me for what I am about to do tonight."

Viktor got dressed, picked up a small bag, and moved towards his prey.


Karla had been reading by the sunlight shining in the south window.
By mid-afternoon the shadows were long and she could no longer see the
words.  She stretched and groaned.  She felt the baby kick, apparently
waking her up.  She had been cooped up in the small house for three
days.  She looked out the window and saw the creek.  She watched it.
During the summer it was teeming with life.  Now it was dead.  And she
was eager to join it.

She opened a can of soup and heated it on the stove.  While it
simmered she turned up the heat in the bunkhouse.  It was starting to
look blustery outside.  Her hormones were all out of whack and at the
moment she was freezing cold.  After having only eaten about half her
soup she got up and walked into the bathroom.  She shed her black
dress letting it drop to the floor.  She peed and then took a long hot
shower.  Having used all of the hot water in the small tank she dried
off and put on a thin black nightie that with her pregnant belly only
covered a few inches of the tops of her thighs.  She climbed under the
warm covers of her bed and lied there thinking.

"I hope he comes for us tonight." she said as she rubbed her belly.
She most looked forward to that final moment when she would finally
cross the line between life and death.  She could feel the adrenaline
course through her veins every time she toyed with that thought.
Deciding she needed to relax, she slowly masturbated herself to sleep.


Viktor wore his thick black overcoat, but it simply wasn't enough
protection against the biting wind.  Small ice pellets stung his face
as he made his way to the house.  He was running on autopilot, almost
in a trance.  He knew if he thought about what he was doing he would
turn around and call the whole thing off.  Ominous clouds had covered
the sky blocking the moon and stars, the light from the small house
acting as a beacon.  The wind picked up, hiding the subtle noises
Viktor made as he walked to the front of the house.  He peered in the
windows.  A bowl and a mug sat on the kitchen table.  He didn't see
any signs of Karla.  He flipped the collar up on his collar and
struggled to stay warm.  He walked around the house,  The lights in
the bedroom were off.  He couldn't see in at all.  He circled back to
the front.  He was convinced Karla was asleep.  He slowly turned the
doorknob and pushed open the door.  He had kept it well oiled to help
assure stealth.  He closed it and listened.  He could faintly hear the
sounds of Karla sleeping.

He wore shoes that could easily be slipped on and off.  He set his bag
down and quietly shed his coat.  He became more aware of the quiet
snoring coming from the bedroom.  He pushed up the sleeves of his
black t-shirt.  He walked into the bedroom.  He could see Karla.  She
was on her back leaning slightly to her right.  Her left hand was on
her pregnant belly, her right arm lying straight out from her body.
He took off his gloves and laid them on the dresser.  He took a series
of long strides towards the bed and grabbed Karla's throat with both
hands and squeezed.


Karla suddenly woke up feeling like something was stuck in her
throat.  She reached up and felt Viktor's arms.  She traced them back
to his hands and tried to release his grip.  She felt like she had to
swallow, but couldn't.  She couldn't breathe and was already feeling
the effects of the decreased blood flow to her brain.  She hit his
arms, but it was pointless.  Soon she lost all feeling in her arms and
they just flopped down to her side.  Viktor let go of her, causing her
head hit the pillow.  She sucked in a very raspy breath.  She felt a
hand on her thigh which forcibly went into her vagina very deep.  She
felt like she was going to vomit.  He was pressing into her cervix.
She started to get her wits about her again and only then did she
realize it was happening.  This was Viktor attacking her.  His deeply
planted hand was really hurting her.  She grunted and tried to pull on
his arm.  She was treated to a full-force punch into her right
breast.  Viktor was right-handed and since he punched with his left
the blow wasn't as hard as it could've been, but it certainly was
excruciating to Karla.  She scratched his bare arm.  He pulled his
hand out of her cunt and backhanded her across the face.  He then
yanked at her right shoulder strap breaking it.  He pulled her nightie
down exposing her swollen, pregnant breast, the one he had just
punched.  He backhanded it.  Karla yelped in pain.


Viktor realized his heart was beating out of his chest and he was
hyperventilating.  He reached into his pants pocket and pulled out an
applicator, similar to ones used by women to treat vaginal yeast
infections.  It was full of prostaglandin gel.  He had already dilated
her cervix with his finger which would trigger the natural release of
prostaglandins, inducing labor.  He squeezed in only a little.  It was
still early and he didn't want rush things.

Viktor wore a special pair of pants for the occasion.  In lieu of a
traditional button and zipper, the front of the pants had a triangular
flap held closed with velcro.  He pulled open the flap exposing his
cock and he wasted no time sticking it into Karla.  He held both of
her wrists so she was unable to put up much of a fight.  Her pregnant
belly made any movements below her shoulders nearly impossible.  His
seed sprayed into her.  After he was finished he held both her wrists
with his left hand and backhanded her right breast some more.  She
cried out in pain even saying "stop... stop..." between her sobs.  But
as per their mutual agreement, this wasn't a game.  This was real.  No
safe words.  No mercy.  He backhanded her two more times before he
stood up and closed his flap.  So far, so good.

He walked back out in to the main room of the house and collected his
bag.  He carried it back into her room.  Karla was holding her right
breast with her left hand and struggling to walk towards the door.
She was cramping from the finger in her cervix and the prostaglandin.
Viktor pulled out a pair of handcuffs from his bag.  He walked over to
Karla, pressed his right foot into her belly and shoved her back
towards the bed.  She tumbled backwards missing the bed, her ass
hitting the floor.  She cried out.  Viktor cuffed her left wrist and
attached the other end to the bedpost.


Karla sat on the floor sobbing.  The tears were very real.  Her
swollen, pregnant breasts were very tender.  He didn't actually kick
her stomach, but rather shoved her down.  The fall hit her sciatic
nerve sending shocks of pain down her legs.  Her uterus was cramping.
She was so uncomfortable yet so turned on.  She had no idea what the
specifics of the script were and wondered what was coming next.


Viktor grabbed her right ankle and pulled sending her onto her back
with her arm uncomfortably tied to the bed.  He jammed his hand back
into her cunt.  He felt his semen which was a little gross.  His index
finger easily fit into her cervix, but a second wouldn't.  She was
dilating, a little more than two centimeters.  He removed his hand and
wiped the fluid onto her nightie.

"How far along am I?" she asked.

Viktor backhanded her face with his right hand and did the same with
his left.

"You will not speak unless spoken to you pregnant whore!"


Karla could feel her cheeks burning.  She felt her face with her free
hand and could feel a little puffiness, particularly on her right
side.  She looked up and saw Viktor standing over her with a cat 'o
nine tails.

"Stand up, slut."

Karla struggled to get up.  Her sciatic nerve was still sending shocks
down her legs.

"I can't."

Viktor grabbed her right breast and pulled up hard.  She shrieked.
The pain on her breast was worse than in her legs, so she forced
herself to her feet using the bed as leverage.

"Put your hands behind your head."

She easily put her right hand in position, but couldn't get her left
that high because of the handcuffs.

"I-I can't."

"Then keep it behind you.  If you even think of bringing it forward I
will cut that tit off."

Her bottom lip trembled and tears welled up in her eyes.  Viktor held
the whip back and pretended to launch into a swing several times.
Finally he did, lashing her right boob.  He stepped toward her and
pulled her left one out from under her nightie.  He alternated
swatting each breast also alternating hitting them from the top and
from the side.  Karla had to concentrate hard not to move her left arm
forward.  For one, with the handcuffs it would be a useless effort.
Two, she saw the size of the knife he had strapped to his thigh.
Tonight she believed him capable of anything.

Karla continued standing even though Viktor was sitting in a chair
looking through the contents of his bag.  She was afraid of what he
might do if she moved.  He closed his bag without taking out anything
and walked over to her.

"Turn around, face the bed, and bend over."

She started to spin one way, then went the other.  The headboard was
now to her right with her left wrist handcuffed to it.  Viktor hit her
hard between her shoulder blades with the heel of his hand.

"I said 'bend over' pregnant slut!"

She bent over the best she could.  It wasn't easy between her
pregnancy, cramping, and awkward arm position.  Viktor stuck his
finger into her ass.

"Oh, nice.  Really nice."

She heard velcro ripping and felt a sharp pain in her ass.  He pounded
her ass while squeezing both her breasts.  She had to stand on her
tiptoes because of their height difference.  This only made her
sciatic pain worse, so she'd go flat footed only to have her rectum
feel like it was being ripped apart.  She continually alternated
between tip-toes and flat-feet distributing the pain.  She could feel
him pulsating inside her.  He slapped her on her ass and told her to
lie down on the bed.  Her left breast fell back into her nightie.  Her
bruised right one still hung out.  Her nightie rode up on her exposing
everything below her belly button.

"Open your legs."

She struggled to scoot down and opened her thighs.  He stuck his hand
back inside her.  She at first was in horror.  They had always
practiced clean sex.  That finger had been in her ass and now it was
poking into her cervix.  She remembered she would be dead before dawn,
so it didn't matter.  That thought brought a smile to her face even
though his hand was hurting her.  He pulled it out and examined her
asshole.

"No blood."

She almost always bled after anal sex, which they didn't do very
often.  Viktor went back to his bag and brought out a round hairbrush,
the kind with the plastic bristles all the way around.  He shoved it
into her ass pulling it in and out and rotating it.  She let out with
a scream.  The pain was incredible.  She was able to get both her feet
on his shoulders and tried to push him away.  He pulled it out and
showed it to her.  She could see blood and shit on it.

"And this is for kicking me."

He shoved the brush into her twat and gave her the same treatment.  It
didn't hurt quite as much, but didn't exactly feel good.  Viktor
announced her ass was bleeding nicely now.

Viktor tossed something on the bed and announced he was going to the
bathroom.  She watched him disappear into the bathroom.  She lied
there on the bed thinking she wasn't in all that much pain or terror.
He had done worse to her in the past.  It was very hard for her to
empathize with Viktor.  She couldn't understand how anyone would not
want to die, and die violently no less.  She happened to look down and
saw what Viktor had dropped on the bed.  A key.  She smiled and picked
it up.  She recognized it as a handcuff key.  She released herself and
walked towards her bedroom door.  She had some trouble walking.  A
contraction hit, made worse by the shocks of pain still radiating down
her legs.  She took a deep breath and made a beeline for the front
door.


Viktor did have to pee.  But his primary objective was for Karla to
escape.  He hoped she would take the hint.  They had only agreed on
how the scene would start and how it would end.  It was entirely up to
Viktor to write the script in between, which he did using her input.
He had a general idea of what he wanted to do with her, but since he
couldn't control all of Karla's actions and responses he had to ad lib
much of the game.

He stepped out of the bathroom.  The room felt much colder than when
he left.  Karla was gone.  He walked back into the main room.  The
front door was wide open.  He put on his coat and slipped on his shoes
to go after her.


Karla was leaning against a tree.  She could hear the bubbling of the
creek which ran just feet from her.  She was having another
contraction.  This was her body's way of opening her cervix to deliver
the baby.  She tried to reach into her vagina to feel her cervix.  She
was afraid she was progressing too quickly.  She couldn't quite do
it.  She stood barefoot, her toes squishing into the nearly frozen
mud.  The cold air burned her throat and lungs as she struggled to
suck it in.  Her thin nightie offered no protection against the misty
rain and cold wind.

"I'm going to catch the death of a cold", she thought laughing at the
absurdity of the idea.

She saw Viktor before she heard him.  She turned to run away, but fell
after just a few steps.  She was face down in the freezing, wet mud.
She tried to get up on her knees, but slipped, landing hard on her
belly.  Viktor grabbed a handful of hair and dragged her towards the
creek.  She tried to get back up to crawl, but instead mostly slid
through the mud on her pregnant belly.  Her hands first hit the
water.  For the first split second the water felt warmer than the
surrounding air, which it was.  But the feeling quickly changed as it
sucked the heat out of her.  Viktor grabbed the back of the neck and
shoved her face into the creek and into the sticky mud below.  She
gasped, sucking in the muck.  She was able to raise her head back up,
cough out mud, and suck in more air before he shoved her back down.
She fought with all her might to get back up, but he was much
stronger.  She felt his cold and wet hand go into her vagina.  She
wondered how dilated she was.  She tried to force her head back out of
the water.  She was able to, but unable to get another gulp of life
giving air before he shoved her back down.

Karla didn't remember what happened.  Suddenly she could breathe
easily.  She was completely wet and shivering uncontrollably.  Viktor
was fucking her pussy doggy style.  Almost like a dream she was back
face down in the muddy creek bottom sucking in muck and pebbles.
Karla felt very weak, the cold water draining the life out of her.
She found herself leaning against a large rock.  For some reason the
location of this rock was very clear to her.  She noticed it every
time she walked down her.  The water was flowing towards her.  Viktor
ripped the other side of her nightie exposing her left breast.  She
felt his hot breath against her nipple.  Shocks of pain exploded
across her breast as Viktor bit hard, very hard.  All Karla could hear
was her own shrieking.

Viktor forced his hand back into Karla's vagina forcing her to lift
her ass off the creek bed so he didn't tear his way to her cervix.
She felt her damaged nipple.  It was hanging by a flap of skin, blood
flowing out of it and down her belly.

"Get your pregnant, slut cunt into my dungeon, now!"

Viktor pulled her up my her hair.  She struggled to get up.  She
shivered uncontrollably and another contraction hit.  They were
getting more frequent and stronger.  She was sobbing hysterically as
he forced her up the bank and towards the house, which to Karla,
appeared to be miles away.  She kept stumbling, falling into a
shivering heap.  She had never been so cold in her life.  By the time
they got to the backdoor, Viktor was helping her more than tormenting
her, letting her use his body to support her pregnant weight.

Her legs nearly gave way as she tried to walk down the stairs into the
dungeon.  The room was considerably warmer than the outside, but
hardly cozy.  Viktor guided her to her death chair.  She could smell
the fresh wood.

"In the chair, bitch!"

Viktor had to practically lift her into the chair.  It spread her
wide, almost uncomfortably so.  Above her was a large mirror and
several smaller mirrors were in place.  This gave her a nice view.
She hardly recognized herself.  Her hair was coated in mud.  Both
sides of her face were black and blue.  Her nose was bleeding.  She
didn't remember Viktor doing all of this to her.  The remnants of her
nightie were around her body wedged between her breasts and swollen
belly.  She saw her nipple dangling, a streak of blood running around
her to her back.  Her belly was mostly clear of mud, but had a couple
of large bruises.  He could see between her legs in one of the smaller
mirrors.  It was a filthy mix and mud and blood.  She detected the
scent of amniotic fluid and guessed her water broke back in the
creek.  She realized she would never get out of this chair alive.
That thought brought a smile to her face.

Viktor strapped her down and went back upstairs.


Viktor went into the bathroom and saw himself in the mirror.  He was
soaking wet and covered in mud.  He was also exhausted and his back
was sore.  It was very difficult manhandling a slippery, wet pregnant
woman in the dark.  More than once he was convinced her had killed her
in the creek either because she was underwater too long or she slipped
out of his grasp and hit a rock.  He knew she wasn't conscious or was
barely conscious through much of it.  At one point he put four fingers
from both hands into her twat and pulled it apart.  He could feel the
ripping and tearing.  She barely moaned.  He knew it was time to get
her inside.  He couldn't wake her so he bit her nipple.  She didn't
stir so he bit even harder.  He felt blood squirt into his mouth and
felt like he swallowed a small piece of breast tissue.  That had done
the trick, she woke up.  He then checked her and she was almost fully
dilated.

He took a quick shower to get the mud off and warm up.  He tried to
hurry because the exciting part could come at any minute.


Karla heard the shower turn on.  She shivered trying to stay warm.
She could feel the baby moving around.  She started to cry.  It wasn't
because of all the pain she was in, she enjoyed it.  And it wasn't
because she would very soon be dead, she had wanted this since before
she started kindergarten.  They were tears of joy.  This is exactly
what she wanted.  It was like three decade's worth of Christmas
mornings all rolled into a single moment.  She couldn't wait for the
real pain to start, the pain that would snuff out her life.

Karla was never depressed or suicidal.  She had threatened Viktor
saying she would kill herself.  She was so glad he didn't call her
bluff.  Not only did she not have a parallel diary that would
implicate him, she knew she could never kill herself.  As a teen she
pondered why she wanted to die.  She had never suffered any tragedy.
She had plenty of friends.  She was a good student and had loving
parents.  Yet she felt like a cancer, something that had to be cut
away.  She had read of people who self-amputated body parts because
they felt like their leg or arm weren't part of them.  That's exactly
how she felt, but those feelings covered her entire body.  She wanted
to separate her body from her being.  She started reading psychology
books and they all pointed to low self-esteem.  That was totally
wrong.  She had very high self-esteem.  She had so much respect for
her life that the only moral thing she could do was end it.  Why
didn't the establishment understand that?

She had been accepted to the psychology department at Princeton
University.  She tore up the acceptance letter and didn't tell her
parents.  She didn't want to hear their lies.  She didn't believe the
goal of medicine and mental health was to keep everyone alive at all
costs.  Everyone was wired differently.  Telling her she couldn't die
was like telling a left-handed man he had to use his right hand.  She
felt particular animosity towards her female organs.  When she got her
period she fantasized about it never stopping and bleeding to death
through her vagina.  She wanted to cut out her uterus and slice her
own breasts off.  She longed for that mysterious man to force her into
his van and sexually murder her.  She wanted to die fifty different
ways and became so frustrated that she had only one life and would be
given only one death.  She thought Viktor murdering the products of
her womb would quench her thirst, but it only had her crave death
herself even more.  Finally she was on the threshold of her own
death.  She felt like a spiritual pilgrim finally reaching the holy
site she had only read and prayed about her whole life.

Another contraction hit.  She wished Viktor would hurry.  He had to
catch the baby.


Viktor walked back down into the dungeon.  He was completely naked.
He saw Karla, spread eagle, in the death chair.  She smiled when she
saw him.

"Thank you, Viktor."

He gave a painful smile.

"Really, I mean it.  Thank you for giving this to me.  I wish I could
put into words how much I appreciate you for everything you've done to
get me to this point.  I know you will never understand this, but you
are giving me everything I have ever wanted.  You are the most
generous man I could ever have found.  You are denying me nothing and
giving me everything.  Thank you."

Viktor cut away her nightie and tossed it in the trash can.  He dried
her off as completely as he could.  He left the caked on mud and blood
in place because she had emphasized in her journal she wanted to die
filthy and covered in dirt and mud.

Next he touched her torn nipple.  She flinched.  He put it back in
place.  He then picked up a small tube of gel and coated both nipples
and the immediate surrounding breast.  The gel stung her ripped tit,
but she relished the pain.  She wouldn't feel anything soon enough.
Viktor then attached a special bra to her.  It was made of leather,
but the cups were made of a metal mesh.  Two thick cables connected to
the cups and ran to a small box under the chair.


Karla laid back and concentrating now on birthing the baby.  Dear,
sweet Zoey.  She would suffer the same fate as her mother.  She
mentally sent a message to her yet unborn baby.  "Zoey.  You will not
live long and the pain you will experience will be horrible.  But you
have no idea how lucky you are.  You are so damn lucky.  I wish my
mother had been as thoughtful to me as I am to you."

Karla's contractions kept coming.  She could see in the mirror she was
crowning.  She pushed hard pouring every ounce of strength she had
into it eager to get the baby out of her body so she could finally
experience the sweet taste of death.  The baby's birth was
excruciatingly painful.  She was unaware of Viktor having ripped her
vagina creating a long tear from her vulva to her cervix.  She soaked
up every bit of pain she could feel knowing soon, oh so soon, she
would feel nothing.  Would be nothing.  Suddenly her vagina felt
empty.  In the mirror she saw only a cord coming out of her.  The
faint sound of crying filled the room.

"Is it a girl?"

"Yes."

Karla smiled.  She was right again.  She wanted to share this special
time with a daughter and not a son.  Viktor dried Zoey off and set her
in a shallow wooden box that he placed between Karla's legs.  The box
was on stands and tilted so Karla had a view of the baby.  Viktor
picked up the tube of gel he had used on Karla's breasts.  He dabbed a
little on his pinky finger and rubbed it inside Zoey's vagina.  He
attached a leather belt that held a piece of metal about the size of
his thumb.  He popped the piece into his daughter's vagina and
tightened the straps.  She screamed.

Karla could feel tears running down her face.  It was happening.  It
was really happening!   She could hear Viktor flip the switch.
Current raced out of the box, through the cable and into Zoey's
vagina.  Needing to find ground, it shot into the umbilical cord
connecting mother and daughter.  The electricity found the placenta
and uterine wall.  It was a short trip up to her breasts where it
found ground potential at her nipples.  The circuit complete Zoey
shrieked in agony.  Karla tensed up and let out with a wail.  Karla
sucked in more air and let out with a scream even louder, full of pain
and fear.  The box then shut off the current.  Karla relaxed, Zoey
continued to cry.  The air in the dungeon had the subtle scent of
burning flesh.

"She's still alive?" Karla asked through gasping breaths.

Viktor touched the baby.  She was hot.  Her skin between her twat and
belly was bright red.  The rest of her was purple.

He walked back to the control box and turned the knob to the next
position.  This would send more life threatening current through the
two girls.  He flipped the switch again.  Zoey's crying immediately
stopped.  She vibrated violently in the box.  Karla could barely get a
scream out.  It sounded more like a gurgle.  The box shut off the
current again.  Karla sobbed and let out with an ear splitting
scream.  Zoey was unresponsive.  Viktor reached for her arm to feel
her pulse, but she was too hot to touch.  He could see the baby was
not breathing.

"Zoey is dead."

"Fuck me.  Please fuck me."

Viktor looked over at Karla.  She seemed delirious.  Blood was
dripping out of her vagina.  She too was hot to the touch.  He pushed
the sizzling cord aside and entered her.  He almost had to pull out.
Her cunt felt like an oven.  The umbilical cord was red hot.  She was
so torn that he felt very little friction.  He finally found an angle
where his head rubbed against the still intact top of her birth
canal.  He pumped back and forth and felt her closing on him.  He
released.  She was muttering "Thank you.  Thank you."  He pulled out
and her placenta fell to the ground.  It looked like a piece of well-
done steak.

"Viktor.  Viktor."  Her voice was weak.  He had to take several
breaths between syllables.  "Use the dagger.  I want you to use the
dagger."

Viktor swallowed.  He had hoped she wouldn't make this request.

"Viktor, finish me off.  Do it!"

He picked up a knife with a four-inch blade.  He felt around Karla's
lower abdomen.  Finding her uterus he drove the knife through it.  She
howled and cried out.  He pulled the knife out, blood tricking out of
Karla.  He then stabbed her vulva.  She cried out saying "It's so
beautiful, it's so beautiful."


Karla underestimated how much it would hurt to be stabbed.  She wanted
to experience it before Viktor finished her off.  She felt him force
the electrode into her pussy.  It was about the diameter of a soda
can.  It felt so good.  She heard Viktor click the knob into the third
position.

"Thank you." she said just before he threw the switch for a third
time.

The box sequenced the electricity starting with low current and high
voltage between her cunt and alternating between each breast.  The
current steadily rose.  She could smell her own flesh burning and felt
her insides cooking.  Finally the box sent a large dose of current in
one breast and out the other, crossing her heart, killing her
instantly.

Karla was no more.


Viktor watched Karla's body thrash in the chair.  The putrid smell of
burning flesh filled the air.  She suddenly stopped.  He could see
faint wisps of smoke and stream rising from her body.  He didn't need
to take her pulse to know she was dead.  Her eyes were wide open and
both eyeballs bulging out.  She had a painful grin on her face.  He
thought for a minute about what he had actually done.  He killed his
girlfriend.  Yes, she begged him to do it.  But it was still murder.

He unfastened the leather bra.  The cups were fused to her skin, and
peeled off like chicken on a grill leaving a charred mesh pattern.  He
had to use pliers to remove the electrode from her twat.  It was too
hot to touch, plus it was stuck.  Fleshy chunks of vagina were burned
on to it.  He unfastened the straps and lifted her out of the chair.
She was difficult to remove because her body was still rigid.  Viktor
felt like he was carrying a 130 pound mannequin up the stairs into the
bedroom.  He dropped her on the bed.  He became aware of the lingering
scent of burning flesh in his nostrils.  He ran into the bathroom and
vomited.  After emptying his stomach he fell to the bathroom floor and
cried.  He cried for his dead parents.  He cried for the eight
children he fathered and then killed.  He cried for Karla.  He cried
for his empty soul.

He returned to the bedroom.  Karla's body was still there.  She made
him promise he would make love to her corpse.  She used the term "make
love".  When he made the promise it sounded erotic and dangerous.
Looking at her, he wasn't sure he could do it.  He skin felt leathery
and dry.  Foreplay would not get her aroused.  He tried to use her
vagina, but it was still holding the shape of the electrode.  Instead
he used her ass.  He went slow at first.  But then he started filling
with rage.  He trusted harder and harder.  He had her on her side and
was ramming her over and over.  He squeezed her breast, the brittle
skin giving away.  He started screaming at her.

"Why did you make me do this?  Why?  You were such a beautiful human
being!  A warm, beautiful human being who I loved!  You bitch!  You
fucking bitch!  I cannot believe you made me do this.  You knew I
loved you so much I would deny nothing."

Even after he came he continue thrusting into her.  He finally
stopped, held her body, and sobbed.


Viktor patted down the last of the dirt with his shovel.  He was still
naked.  The rain had stopped, but the air was bitterly cold.  He felt
nothing.  He looked down at the freshly turned soil in the graveyard
that marked the final resting spots for his lover and daughter.  He
returned the shovel to the shed.  He walked back down to the
graveyard.  It was a beautiful morning.  The sun was rising.  The air
was crisp.  He pulled up a tarp that had been covering another hole at
the graveyard's edge.  He pulled off another tarp revealing a large
machine.  On top was the drum of a concrete mixer.  It was filled with
the dirt from the hole.  It sat on top of a vehicle with the roller
from a steamroller on the front and treads from a snowmobile on the
back.  He took the two tarps to the shed.  He picked up a red
envelope, closed the shed, and locked the doors.  He returned to the
hole and lowered himself into the casket that sat at the bottom.

Viktor sat up in the casket.  He opened the red envelope that he found
inside Karla's casket.  He recognized her handwriting.


"Dearest Viktor,

	If you are reading this then you have granted me my greatest wish.
Thank you.  I know it was difficult for you.  I also know you loved
me.  I'm sorry I could not love you back.  I don't understand that
emotion.  I know my parents loved me.  I felt nothing for them.
Perhaps that explains my problem.  When I was a teenager I had planned
on becoming a psychologist so I could better understand me and perhaps
help boys and girls like me.  I read book after book after book and
none of them came close to understanding me.  I was never suicidal.  I
was never depressed.  I died not understanding why I needed to die so
badly.  Nothing I read could explain it.
	There are many things I never shared with you.  The rabbit hole went
much deeper than I ever lead you to believe.  I was afraid if I shared
too much with you, then you would want nothing to do with me.  Then
where would I be?  What great fate that brought us together that night
in Boston!  Fate had never been kind to me.  As you know I used to
hitchhike hoping to meet my end.  But the world just isn't full of
homicidal rapists like the TV news would have us believe.  I know it
sounds like I just used you to facilitate my death.  That's not all
true.  I did enjoy your company.  As corny as it was I did enjoy going
to the county fair with you each fall.  I enjoyed making love (ha,
there's that L-word again) with you.  I had a lot of fun with you and
enjoyed spending the final decade of my life with you.  One-third of
my life.  Did you know I was a virgin that night you found me in
Boston?
	Since I was a young girl I associated death with sex.  Death aroused
me.  I never gave my parents a hard time about going to bed.  I looked
forward to it.  I could play with myself and think about death and
dying.  No one ever molested me.  No one I knew died.  I hated my
reproductive system because it was designed to give life.  I hope I
asked you to stab me there.  I only wanted you to do it if I was
coherent enough to enjoy it.  Did I seem to enjoy it?  Boys have a
harder time masturbating in secret because of the mess you leave.  I
probably left my bedroom with a faint scent of vaginal excitement.  I
enjoyed being a girl and a woman.
	I was in second grade when I finally understood what abortion was.
Night after night I fantasized about being killed in the womb.  Can
you imagine!  Your own mother, the woman selected by nature to nourish
and protect you, having you cut up and scraped out of her womb!  Wow!
I could fill a book with ways I would like to die.  Being aborted
would be on the first page.
	Did you enjoy murdering our babies as much as I did?  That's one area
where I agree with the religious freaks.  Abortion is murder.  That's
why I love it so much!  It was so erotic feeling the little shits
squirm inside of me as you went after them.  The ones I delivered I
tried so hard to feel their fear.  I really thought their fear would
flow through the umbilical into me.  Oh, I enjoyed every single one.
The moment when they suddenly stopped screaming.  I once ordered
fertility drugs.  I wanted for you to kill one a month until they were
all gone.  But the pills didn't work.  Probably a good thing.  You
would've needed an ultrasound machine to pick them off one by one like
that.
	Wasn't my final plan just totally diabolical?  As a girl I had Barbie
walkie-talkies.  I know, me with Barbie stuff.  I used to rip the
heads off my dolls.  My parents finally stopped buying me dolls and
bought me walkie-talkies.  They had those rectangular batteries, the
ones with the two electrodes on top.  I once touched it to my tongue.
I enjoyed it.  I started shocking my twat with it.  I was probably
six.  I'd touch my girl parts with it.  At first nothing would
happen.  I'd get wet rubbing myself with it.  Suddenly I was moist
enough for it to conduct and got shocked.  There was nothing like it.
I wonder if my parents ever wondered why all my batteries smelled like
pussy.  Do you remember when they used to use electric chairs down
south?  They were getting rid of them back then.  Death by lethal
injection.  I mean how boring!!!  By the time I was old enough to do
something to get executed they had stopped using the damn things.  I
wonder what that's going to feel like.  Our child and I sharing
electrocution.  I imagine she'll (come on, I know it's a girl) die
first.  Viktor, I am going to have to masturbate after writing this!
No, I'll start now.  Do the edges of the paper smell like my cunt?  Ha
ha!  I'm just imagining being less than a minute old and having my
father shove an electrode up my vagina and shocking me to death.  I
hope this kid in me knows just how lucky she is.  Her parents cared
enough about her to kill her like that.
	Well, I guess I'm dead and buried by now.  I wonder how long it'll
take before all the worms infest my body?  I'm sure you have better
things to do than read a dead girl's writing with her rambling on.  I
hope you fucked my corpse!  I no longer need my body.  It's yours to
fuck.
	Thank you from the bottom of my heart for what you did.  I know you
cannot possibly comprehend any of it.  What you did was equivalent to
giving a man dying of thirst a glass of water.  You saved my life by
ending it.

Yours until death,
Karla"


Viktor didn't know what to make of her note.  She sounded insane, but
did that say about him?  He was even crazier for going through with
it.  He put the letter back in the envelope and dropped it between the
casket and wall of dirt.  He picked up the leather belt.  He rubbed
conducting gel to the large electrode that would go in his ass and
inside the "condom" made of the same wire mesh he made Karla's bra out
of.  He strapped it on grimacing at the pain of the electrode.  It was
1-1/2 inches in diameter and hurt like hell.  He gelled the two
electrodes on the flat-cupped bra he made for himself and put it on.
The cold gel made his nipples harden.  He looked down at himself.

"I look like Freddie Mercury" he said to no one.

He straightened the cables that ran out through a small hole between
his feet.  He put his wrists and ankles into the slots.  At both sets
of fingertips sat buttons.  He pressed them simultaneously.  The slots
spun around 180� securing his hands and feet.  The lid of the coffin
closed.  15 seconds later he heard dirt falling on top of his casket.
The drum of the mixer had started up, entombing him.  The sound
stopped and he faintly head the machine drive away, flattening out his
grave.  He pointed it so it would head towards the creek.  He really
didn't care if anyone found it.  Winter was almost upon Maine and the
three fresh graves would be covered by snow and ice for the next six
months.  His parents were dead.  He had killed his only friend hours
before.  No one would miss him.  He waited.

Viktor sweated profusely.  He found it hard to breathe.  He tried to
keep track of time.  He had programmed the box to start at a random
time between 2 and 12 hours from the time he pressed the buttons.  He
kept drifting off to sleep, exhausted from the night's activities, but
would wake up in a sweat fearing his own death and regretting what he
had done to Karla.  Unlike her, he didn't want to die.  But he
couldn't go on living with his stained soul.

Viktor could see the sun shining.  A child ran up to him.  He picked
the boy up, spun him around, and hugged him.  Karla was standing
there.  She wore a pretty floral print dress.  More kids ran up to
him.  Eight in all.  All ten of them hugged.  Viktor fell to the
ground, his kids piling on top of him, covering him with leaves.

Viktor woke up screaming.  Attached to him were the four electrodes.
The box alternated the current between any two of them except between
his two nipples.  He smelled burning and saw flames.  His pubic hair
had caught fire.  Karla was cleanly shaved, so that didn't happen to
her.  Viktor yelled so loud he was convinced his dead parents 150
miles away in Boston could hear him from under six feet of dirt.

The current stopped.  Viktor shook like a violent shiver.  He could
taste blood.  He had bitten his tongue.  The random clock had reset
and the next jolt would come between one and ten minutes later.  This
one would deliver less current and more voltage, increasing the pain,
but not enough to stop his heart.  It hit Viktor just as he had
released a breath.  He was unable to re-inflate his lungs as every
muscle tensed.  He blacked out, but woke up once the current had
stopped.  He could feel his heart pounding.  He was surprised it was
even still working.  He could not believe he had done this to Karla.
And to a helpless infant!  He immediately accepted God into his life.
Because if there was a God then there was a Heaven.  And if there was
a Heaven then there was a Hell, a place where he belonged.  He
wondered how crowded Hell was.  Would he find Karla there?  He knew
she was there.

The high-current shock hit him.  He could feel the fire running inside
of him between the electrodes.  Finally the box shunted the current
across his heart.

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