TBRANNAN@SIUCVMB.SIU.EDU (Timothy S. Brannan) Requiem for the Darkone. (FF, MF, Goth, Rape, Snuff, Revenge) This story is my answer to the "DARKONE" story line that had been popping up recently on a.s.s. It deals with "Jack" the slave trader and his slave, come cohort "Linda", plus it also includes a character from the first installment. It takes place after the second installment of that story line. Enjoy. Note : an63640@anon.penet.fi, has no fore knowledge of this posting anymore than you would. But since a.) There are no copyrights on the story, either inferred or implied. b.) Another person posted his version of original story line. c.) The author (an63640@anon.penet.fi) is tardy with installment 3 and 4, I thought I would add my two cents. ** THIS IS NOT A FLAME! THIS IS JUST ANOTHER STORY I THOUGHT PEOPLE ** ** MIGHT LIKE TO SEE ANOTHER POINT OF VIEW TO THIS TYPE OF STORY. ** Note2: Personally I don't like rape, non-consensual sex, or killings. But some do (my wife) and that is fine by me, I know how to ignore a post. Imagine then my surprise when I read "The Darkone". Besides I also thought the protagonist of the story, "Jack", was a cheap, arrogant, two-dimensional prick that was more than likely afraid of women and was about as an affective "master" as Manos, from "Manos, The Hands of Fate" (MSTies unite!). I DO like gothic horror, a good X-rated sex scene, and a sense of closure to my readings. I thought that my story added these elements, and of course I provide my own cheap, two-dimensional "hero". Plus I do wait for an63640@anon.penet.fi 's next post, I have more story idea's. ;) Story follows............ Requiem for the Darkone >From "The Dark One Part II by an63640@anon.penet.fi > >Chapter I Summary: > > Jack, a slave dealer, is in search for some beautiful, busty girls >to sell to a group of buyers who want to use them as "milk-cows". With help >of his faithful slave, Linda, Jack finds four babes who fit the description >and does some "shopping." They get the girls unconscious, then have some fun >with the girls' bodies while mutilating/snuffing one of the girls' roommate. >The story resumes as Jack and Linda drive back to their underground haven >where the girls will be trained. > > Chapter II Summary: Jack and his slave Linda prepare the girls for their eventual training. Jack has his cooking staff prepare the meat of the slain roommate for his diner. Jack picks Nicole who has (seemingly) succumbed to his abuse. This story begins that night after Nicole's eventual rape by Jack. Act I Jack sat in the master bedroom sipping a glass of vintage brandy. HE MUSED TO HIMSELF WONDERING IF BRANDY WENT WITH WHITE MEAT, HE SAT THE glass down on his night stand and looked over to his newest prize : Nicole. She was passed out on his bed from the sex session he had just dealt out. "It will be shame to give her up", he thought to himself, "but she is worth more to me on the auction block than my bed. Besides their will always be others." Jack got up and walked around his large bedroom. The TV monitors were silent now, save for the never changing scene from the Juice Room. The other rooms should signs of his slaves sleeping everywhere; night was upon the compound and tomorrow will be a long day. He looked over to the bed again and watched Nicole. She was huddled fetal position on her side, obviously her cunt and ass were still to sore to bare to much contact with the bed. He thought he heard her whimper in her sleep, but he couldn't be sure. Truthfully he could not remember a time when he didn't hear a woman whimper in his bed, but he thought to himself, at least their was a woman there. Jack moved towards the window where his prize possessions were. Two bull mastiffs, the fiercest dogs he had ever seen. He raised them from pups to be the cruelest animals alive -and- utterly loyal to him. Sometimes for fun he would have them fuck a slave because nothing degraded a pompous cunt like a quim full dog cum. And sometimes, sometimes he would have them chase down a slave who thought she might have escaped. The dogs had acquired a taste for succulent girl flesh, like their master. The two dogs, hearing the master approach, quickly arose to attention. "Ah.. Romulus and Remus, my faithful hounds.", Jack said to them in loving tones. He had kept a piece of nicole's roommate for them, which he tossed to them. Instead of tearing at the piece of meat as was their normal reaction the two dogs backed away from it in fear and whimpered like a couple of beat pups. "What's wrong with you two! Eat the fucking tit!", he yelled out at the dogs. When they did not respond he smacked Remus on the nose and grabbed the discarded meat. Jack threw the tit into the trash can in the connecting bathroom, it had been years since he had to fit a dog for food and he would be damned before he did it again. In the processes he got his hands covered in blood, apparently the recent abuse had jarred a clot and it leaked on him. Noticing this Jack tried to wash his hands free of the stain, he scrubbed for what seemed like forever and his hands *looked* clean but he was certain that there was still some blood on them. "Nerves" he thought. He continued his walk towards the window, this time the dogs cowering from him. He stepped out on to the balcony and felt the chill breeze on his skin. "Chilly", he thought, had he been sweating? He watched the moon, now full in the sky, but obscured by clouds. He felt the first cold drop of rain on his cheek and decided to return to the room. He walked in almost as a gust of abnormally cold wind blew in, blowing the full length windows open with a crash. The noise startled the dogs which began to bark and howl, a raven flew into the bed room and Nicole jumped out bed with a full start screaming, "Leann!!" Act II It was very late for Linda. The master had allotted her certain privileges and even a room that she shared with another privileged slave, whom she detested. But one of those privileges was not staying up late and the other was not wasting water. But Linda could honestly care at the moment, she was in the shower. She had been in the shower now for maybe an hour, trying to cleanse herself. She did not know really why she was doing this, only that it must be done. When she finally left the commons shower and returned to her room she was grateful to find her roommate asleep. Her roommate had grabbed one of the newer slaves to take to her bed. The new girl had apparently been beaten by her and obviously humiliated in various ways. As one the privileged ones, Linda got her choice of any of the newer, but not the newest, slaves who could only be touched by the master. Linda thought of taking one of the young sluts the master had offered her to bed herself, either Ashley or Julie, but what she really wanted most right now was the master. Not that she cared for him in the least bit, hated him would be a closer assessment of her true feelings, but he *was* the only dick in the compound, and that was what she wanted now. Normally she got her share of the master's attentions to where she looked forward to the night when she could inflict her own form of pleasure on the young slaves. But now he had that new slut Nicole. She should have killed her as well as that useless cunt of a roommate she had. "Had had", she corrected herself. She thought about the murder she had committed now. "Was she remorseful? No", she thought to herself, "the bitch would have called the cops on us." And Linda was determined never to end up in prison surrounded by criminal lesbians and some asshole telling her what to do all the time. She laid back on her bed and prepared to masturbate her- self to sleep. She stroked the smooth skin around her aeroles and teased the nipples. She wished Jack had been there to suck on her nipples, but her fingers did a good job for now. A rush of sexual tension flowed from her head to my toes as she moved her fingers to the most-sensitive area between her legs. She slightly spread her legs and began to feel up her pussy. She stuck one, two and then three fingers as deep as they would go up her sopping wet snatch and with her other hand she savagely went at her little, but significantly erect, clit. Soon the combination of her fingers inside her and her thumb on her clit was more than she could bare, so arching her back a bit she inserted her little finger into her waiting asshole. Within minutes her four fingered action brought her a very satisfying orgasm. When the waves of pleasure finally ebbed in her she removed her now soaked hand from between her legs and brought it up to her mouth and licked each finger in turn. In the darkness she failed to she the blood on her own hand, but she tasted it soon enough. Spitting, she tried to clean the taste from her mouth, but to no avail. She wiped her hand off on the side of the bed. The orgasm's affect lessened she angrily laid back on her bed and attempted to sleep. While sleeping she dreamed of a butterfly that had thin gossamer wings and beautiful woman's face. The butterfly flew high into the air and swooped down towards Linda. She reached out, laughing child like, to touch the beautiful insect. But as the butterfly soared it trapped itself in a giant spider web. She screamed as the butterfly shrieked. A giant spider with Linda's face crawled out on to the web and began to stab the butterfly and wrap it in it's web. Linda screamed again. Till suddenly her perspective shifted and she was the butterfly being stung. The spider had changed as well now her face had been replaced and the face that had been on the butterfly replaced it. The face that had been beautiful and serene, was now a visage of horror. The spider continued to stab at her till she bled. As tongue came from the spider's lips and began to lap up the blood from her. Butterfly-Linda had now become some sort of faerie, the wings remained, but her body was now visible to her. She was completely nude while the giant spider-girl lapped at her labia. Linda felt an ebbing of her life as an intense pleasure grew from below. She tried to touch her own breasts, but her hands were stuck in the web. She struggled but soon she was to weak to move, after that she was too weak to care. All that existed now was the pleasure. As her dream became more lucid she became aware that things seemed to real. Her body virtually tingled with sexual tension, surprisingly so considering her recent masturbation. She tried to move but realized that, as in her dream, she was apparently paralyzed. Or maybe she still was still dreaming she thought. No, this was really happening now. With that thought her mind stirred to full consciousness and body stirred to the full affect of what had been going on with her. Her vagina clutched at the tongue inside her as it moved in and out of her. She gasped when she became conscious of hands moving between her legs. She assumed it was her roommate or her slave, who thought it would amusing to eat her as she slept. Or it was Jack come down to seduce her while she slept. All she knew is that whoever it was that she wished they would not stop, and she would either deal with the offending slut later, or the master if need be. She felt the hands push her legs father apart, and then fingers brush her labia. A moan started small, almost inaudible, in the back of her throat as she felt a the hot tongue work its way from her asshole to her clitoris and back. All the time her legs were firmly held in place by the stranger's strong grip. She could not take much more she knew. She opened her eyes, looking down between her legs. She was surprised, only making her pending orgasm become more fierce, to see a beautiful woman, the same as in her dream, eating her pussy like a like a thirsty man goes to water. That was all it took, soon a louder moan escaped her throat which attracted the attention of her nightly lover. Linda felt the grip on her legs loosen and the woman moved slowly up Linda's body, taking time to make sure every part of her super sensitive skin was stimulated. The feelings, instead of ebbing, were put on a glorious hold unlike Linda had ever felt before. She was so close to cumming, but did not have the extra force required to push her over the edge. And from where she was now the edge was high one! Linda felt the lips of the woman on each of her breasts in turn. Her mystery lover licked the sensitive undersides of Linda's breast, working up to the nipples. When reaching the peak of her ascent, the woman changed her methods. First using her lips to suck the nipples and then with her teeth to lightly bite the nipples and pull them up from the breast. When stretched the lover let them fall back only to catch them again with her teeth and repeat the procedure. Linda's already huge nipples were now becoming as fully erect as her clit had been under this woman's oral ministrations. When she felt close to orgasm the woman would instinctively stop and began to work the next breast in the same manner as the first, and switch back again. This continued for half a dozen repetitions for each breast. Linda gave her mystery lover one thing, she was patient. First taking her to the edge and then gently taking her back. "Who was this woman?" The thought entered her mind, "Why is she here?" She felt the other woman's hot mouth close gently over her nipple, her tongue dancing over it, she realized she did not care. The woman's tongue licked up her chest as she moved her body as well. Her lover had now moved her hand's from her breasts down to her sides as she pulled herself up and over the woman. Linda was aware of every nerve taxing sensation, the feel of the woman's hot breath going up her chest to her neck, the feel of the woman's breasts exquisitely rubbing against her own stomach and breasts. She felt the hot dampness of her own pussy when it finally came in contact with her lover's own pubic hair's. The woman now had licked up to Linda's neck and Linda yearned to taste herself in this woman's mouth. Now for the first time Linda got a look at her mystery lover. She was a young girl, maybe about 18 or 19. She was dark-haired and pale, but other than that Linda did not recognize her. She did look familiar, but she could not place where, save for her dream of her. Linda was about to ask who she was when she was taken aback by a full force kiss. She felt this woman's lips on hers and her lover's tongue probe her mouth. Linda did taste herself in the kiss, that was passionate and some how forbidden at the same time. Linda tasted her sweat, the hint of the perfume she wore, and of course the main course her own vaginal secretions. The cocktail of female tastes was so intoxicating to Linda that she forgot her questions and curiosities, all that existed was the moment. The woman removed herself from Linda's lips and arched her back up so she was sitting, straddling Linda. She held Linda's nearly limp arms by her hands and used Linda's hands to caress her own breasts. Linda accepted this a pleasantly stroked the breasts that were nearly as big as her own. She saw the woman smile. "Do you want it?", was all the woman said. "Yes, please, I need it!", Linda half-whispered her begging plea. "Please.", she added only half as loud as before. "As you wish.", the lover replied. She moved back down Linda's body much in the same manner as her ascent, save that this time the anticipation was driving Linda mad. She held on to Linda's hands at the wrists and used her hands instead of her own to spread Linda's legs apart. Linda closed her eyes when she finally felt her lover's tongue back on her vulva. The waves of pleasure were now building much faster, Linda knew her orgasm was going to be the best she ever had all it meant now was a few more licks. That's when she heard the noise. At first it was only the noise that caught her attentions, because it had sounded so out of place. A crunching sound, but in some aspects more muted than a simple crunch. When she heard in again she realized it came from herself, or rather where her lover was now. That is when the first wave of pain hit her. At first is was a dull throb, nerves that had been hyper-sensitive were no longer giving back information to her brain. Then the burning like sensation hit her in rush. She tried to scream but her throat constricted to quickly, she could not even get out a breath. She tried to move but the woman's grip on her wrists was now so tight that her left wrist broke in the processes. It took a while for her sensory overloaded nervous system to register that one, but it did provide her with the slack she needed to see what was happening. When she heard the third crunch this time the pain accompanied it instantly. Even in her most perverted dreams, Linda, was not prepared for what she saw. The woman was eating her out, literally. She had hold of Linda's wrists and her elbows were placed on top of Linda's thighs. Her knees were on top of Linda's lower legs and feet; she was completely immobile. Her face, once calm, now resembled an animal with it's prey. It was covered in blood from cheek to cheek, like a contestant at one of those pie eating contests at the state fair. Her hair was matted back with blood and bits of flesh were visible. In her mouth was a bloody piece of flesh, now removed from it's original context it became unrecognizable. Linda looked down and saw the few remaining bit of her own pubic hair was connected to a piece of flesh at a impossible angle to her leg. The whitish bone of what she assumed was her pelvis was showing through, it apparently had snapped as well. The woman moved the two sections apart with her chin causing Linda the most intense pain she had ever felt. So much that she nearly passed out. She fell back and jarred her wrist. This new pain awoke her senses out of shock and she managed to get a small scream out. The woman hearing this jumped at Linda, dropping her arms and grabbing the back of her head. The enraged woman opened her mouth much father than it should be allowed to go and chomp down on Linda's neck, pulling away much of the flesh. The woman now covered in Linda's blood rose up again, much like before and Linda got her last real good look at her. "You?!", came gurgling from her damaged throat, most of the apparatus for speech was now a bloody lump. "How?" came her last words. "'Vengeance is mine'", the woman quoted. Then she reached back and slammed her fist as hard as she could into Linda's chest. She reached around and pulled out Linda's dying heart as well much her lungs. Within seconds, Linda died. Act III Jack awoke from his drug induced slumber by what he thought was a scream. He listen for a few minutes but nothing further happened. His "guest" was still asleep after another injection, his dogs were out and about. Had there been a scream they would be howling their heads off. Things on the whole seemed to be very quiet. He took a few minutes to focus, but decided not to move, the effects of the small dosage of heroin were still coursing through his mind and everything, inward and outward, was peaceful. Peaceful and dark, very dark. He looked around and noticed that all the lights were out, the bathroom light was out, the TV monitors, even the night light that had always been on by his bed since he was a child. Jack reached over to the light on his night stand next to the chair. His arm at first refused fine motor movement and he ended up knocking his drugs and his copy of "Macbeth" to the floor. He reached the light, but it would not turn on. The power seemed to be out. "Odd", his mind still swimming in it's chemical bath, was slow to react to this current situation. "The backup systems must also be down." Lightning flashed and the window shades billowed out sending wind and rain into the room. The dogs apparently had moved to get out of the rain, and the storm must have knocked out the power. He smiled at himself for neatly figuring out the situation when he noticed the shape. Standing by the window was the naked figure of a woman. The lightning silhouetted her form and sent her shadow across the room and over Jack. He could not she her face, but he could vaguely observe her form. She was obviously very shapely and tall. Jack wondered which of his slaves would so bold as to sneak into his room. Obviously the girl courted certain punishment that Jack would be pleased to deal out in front of the others. He looked to the bed and saw that Nicole still sleeping, so it was not her. "Maybe it was Linda", he thought, "she would have the gall!" Whipping her in front of the others would put her back in her place. He now watched the form move away from the window. Her moves were very fluid and sensual, moves only a woman could make. She walked slowly to the bed and it's occupant. Jack watched the woman, almost hypnotized by her, but his languid mind could have been altering his views. The woman moved her hand across the bed sheets and up to it's occupant. The woman touched Nicole's face and ran her fingers through her hair. A display that, while not overtly sexual, had a powerful effect on Jack. Slowly his mind began to clear and his numb sex slowly came back to life. The woman finished teasing the woman's hair and bent down and placed a small kiss on Nicole's cheek. She turned and starred directly at Jack. Jack felt a chill run down his spine; a chill that went beyond the cold of the room. She walked over to him in a slow deliberate manner. Jack noticed two things about her immediately. First she walked tall and proud, not like any of slaves, who tended to cower in his presence. Secondly, she smelled strongly of sex. A musky female order that probably served our ancestors well lingered about her like an aura of unbridled sexual desire and power. Yes Jack could *feel* this woman's power, and she was still across the room. She was soon standing in front of him and looking down at his prostrate form. The lightning of the storm gave him another look at this woman in front of him. She was as tall and as shapely as he had seen from across the room, but now the detail had been enhanced. She seemed to be very pale which was a sharp and striking contrast to her black hair. Her breasts large by anyone's standards, anyone that is but Jack, who saw them as only rather average. He was still transfixed by her presence, so transfixed that he could not move. She bent over him and opened his robe. He thought of grabbing her and give her the punishment she deserved, but something in her manner kept him from moving, he wanted to see how far she would go. With one hand she picked up his half-flaccid member, which was refusing to respond to the proper stimuli due to the drugs. If the woman cared or not she made no indication. She put her other hand onto Jack's shoulder and positioned herself above his cock. She slowly began to lower herself onto him, moving her hips so that his tip moved back and worth on her damp folds. She positioned one leg onto the chair and sat on his dick which slid into her. Her wetness made up for his lack of stiffness. Now placing her other hand onto his other shoulder she began her slow rise and fall onto his buried prick. She positioned her breasts so that the slightly erect nipples brushed over Jack's mouth in intervals. Her hips moved up and down and rocked back and forth on his cock, moves designed to keep him inside her, but to also provide her clitoris with maximum stimulation. The whole time she rode him she did not speak a word. She moved her hands up from his shoulders to his neck then to his head. She held him there and shifted her wait to her feet. She now could get a higher rise on him. She used her hands to move his head around her breasts. If he made an attempt to bite or otherwise nibble on her nipples she moved his head to the other breast. Sucking she permitted him to do. Soon Jack's lap was soaked in the combination or their sweat and her lubricating juices. No one had ever done this to him before, completely taken control over him. He reached up to grab her hair but his hands were instantly deflected and clamped down on the arms of the chair by her own. She leaned forward and now used her arms to work herself up and down on his cock. Her breathing had increased as had her wetness. She would periodically tighten up or make a face, Jack could tell she was close to cumming. Soon, it happened, her body began to jerk and her cunt tightened like a fist around his dick. Her up and down movements became a methodical rocking. The grip she had on his hands tightened to an extent that Jack almost forgot his own building orgasm. But he could not help but notice all the wetness that she was leaving on his lap. After she finished cumming Jack was looking forward to his own release and then he would educate this slut on proper manners! To his surprise she got up and off of him and began to walk away. No one dared walk away from him! He got up and out of his chair and walked towards her. He grabbed her arm only to have his jaw met by the force of her other fist. The blow knocked him back and over the chair. Now he was pissed off! No one dared hit him, least of all no cunt that did not let him cum. He got up only to receive a kick full in the stomach and another in the head. He fell and rolled across the floor. He got up again, but this time made sure that no attack was coming. He saw her standing there just looking at him, her face hidden by the shadows. His jaw was beginning to ache and he realized that his mouth was bleeding. "You think you're pretty fucking smart!", he yelled at the unmoving woman. "Let's see how fucking smart you are!" Jack whistled out a series of shrill sounds. He had trained his dogs to respond to a set of commands, this whistle he gave was the "kill" command. An second the two brutes would run in, barking, howling and ready to tear up anything that was not Jack. The woman looked around for a few minutes as if she expected something, but was otherwise calm. A few seconds passed, then a few minutes. The sound of two blood-lusty hounds was not heard, instead all Jack heard was the sounds of his own labored breathing. The woman now proceeded to walk over to Jack. A sudden panic hit him that he could not explain, he simply bolted over to the side of his bed. Once there he reached into the night stand there for his .38 pistol. Sitting on the floor next to the bed he aimed the gun at the approaching woman. Without waiting to aim he released a barrage of bullets towards her. Four shots rang out, and two clicks. The woman kept approaching him, her pace unaltered. Jack through the empty weapon at her in vain. He crawled over the bed in a flash and ran out the door. He ran down the hall at first unsure of where or why his was going. His head cleared a bit and rational thoughts returned. "O.K., I must have missed her. It was dark and I didn't aim and I was still recovering from the effects of the heroin." He thought, while begining to scratch his now itchy dick and balls. "I'll just go to the armory, get a bigger gun and waste this cunt!", He said out loud to no one. Walking down the halls however began to sap his recent bravado. Jack had always, since he was a child, been afraid of the dark. The hallways which were normally bright, were now dark and seemed cold. He turned a corner and what he saw next horrified him. The walls seemed, in the almost total darkness, to be glistening with something. He moved close to one and rubbed his hand across the wall. It was blood. The walls were covered in blood. He put his other hand to his face to keep from getting sick till he realized that it also was covered in blood. This blood was all over him. What he had thought had been her sex juices and cum was in fact her blood. His bravery was sapped again by the horrific sight and confusion. He hadn't fucked her hard enough for her to bleed on him. He really had not even been erect enough to do that kind of damage. That's when he saw her. Her pale skin almost glowed in the semi-pitch. She was still walking with the same slow and determined steps as before. Walking towards him. Fear and horror overtook Jack and he broke into a run. He kept an eye on her as he ran towards the staircase, which is why he did not see what had tripped him. He flew forward and landed with a dull thud on his shoulder. He looked back at the dark lump on the floor that he had hit. It was Remus. His neck and forelegs were broke. Judging by the impossible position he was in, Remus' back also seemed to be broken in many places. Jack let out a scream. One of his only true friends had been killed. "You'll pay bitch! You'll fucking pay!", he yelled out towards the woman. He continued back towards the armory, knowing of a particular weapon he wished to use. He ran down the stairs and full speed into Linda. Or what was left. She was hanging from the stairwell over the first floor. Her arms, legs and head were attached to ripped and bloodied bed sheets that suspended her above the ground like a perverse marionette. Had it not been for the support of the sheets her head would have fallen over or even off due to the lack of connecting tissue between her head and neck. This time Jack did get sick. Her heart had obviously been torn out and her lower half was so damaged that Jack could not recognize any of it. But it was not the blood and gore that got to him. It was the wide eyed look of pure fear that had been her last expression. A death mask that only hinted at her brutal demise. Another scream escaped Jack as he backed away from the corpse. He desperately tried wipe off the blood that had got on him, but he remembered his predicament and continued his run. Along the way he saw more blood and the bodies of his most loyal slaves, the ones he had recruited for this life, each one with their own share of deaths. Jack reached the armory and undid the lock. Once inside he grabbed his favorite shotgun and a round of ammunition. He also grabbed a knife and a semi-automatic pistol. He left the armory and ran off in another direction. He entered the kitchen and soon wished he had not. Romulus had been killed like Remus, but his body had been pincushioned to the counter with several kitchen knives. He thought he had heard something behind him so he turned and let off a few shots with the pistol, but nothing was there. He ran off into the main dinning hall, that way he could see her coming and get off a few shots long before she came close. He sat up his weapons at the other end and prepared himself. He waited. And he waited some more. Finally he called out, "Are you afraid of me bitch!" Lightning flashed outside, lighting the expansive hall. Another flash and she was there standing halfway between the door and himself. Fear and anger overtook surprise. Jack lowered his shotgun and fired. The woman fell back a bit and elation grew in Jack. He had hit her. He got up only be horrified by her getting up and continuing towards him, undaunted. Jack fired again and again at her, hitting each time. And each time she continued her approach. Jack dropped the shotgun and tried to fire his pistol. She effortless knocked the gun from his hand, breaking his arm it in the process. She grabbed him and threw him across the table. When he came to a stop he grabbed his knife and tried to stab her with it. She deflected the knife, grabbed it from his hand, and stuck it through his hand and through the oak table top. He screamed from the pain but he could not remove his hand without it cutting through it. He tried to hit her with his free arm but she grabbed it and broke it as well. "Please...please stop! Don't kill me", he begged, tears filling his eyes. "Please don't hurt me." He looked at her, standing over him like a gladiator over a dispatched foe. She bent down to his level and looked him in the face. Jack looked at her was appalled by what he saw. Her face showed no sign of stress or emotion. She looked peaceful, almost angelic, save for her eyes. Her eyes burned with almost unchecked rage and hate. Jack knew he was looking in to Hell. The woman grabbed him by his robe and lifted him up. His hand still stuck to the table strained against the knife till the last few ligaments and flesh torn free and the blade slipped through. She dropped him on to the table on his back. She opened his robe and ran her hand along his chest and stomach. She then took his legs and bent them at the knees so his feet were flat on the table. Jack could not think of anything now, his hand was burning in pain. Somehow he was conscious of what was happening, but most of it was lost in the haze of fear and pain. As what was happening to him became clear he began to whimper. He felt her hands on him, then he felt her caress his flaccid, forgotten member. "No.", came his weak response, "God please, no". But it was too late. She grabbed his sex with her left hand and with a quick jerk of her arm she removed it from his body, balls and all. The pain was too much for Jack, his brain was refusing to process it. His voice caught in his throat not due to any felling, but of the knowledge of what had just happened to him. He was amused that he could feel the pool of blood by his ass, but the source of the pool was only now beginning to register. He mistakenly looked down at himself and the full brunt of pain washed over him. His voice came out in short staccato bursts. The full reality had not hit him yet as he looked around his bloodied groin for his dick. Unfortunately he found it cast aside like an unwanted toy to his side. It was becoming an unnatural bluish-white color as it sat in a pool of blood of it's own. He turned to look for the woman who had emasculated him. She was now standing in front of him, his discarded shot gun in her hand. "Wh-Wh-Why?", was all he could manage to get out. But somewhere he knew why. She took the gun and dipped the front end in the pool of blood. Jack was beginning to feel tired and cold. The woman took the gun and with both hands shoved it a few inches into his exposed asshole. Jack screamed out. He looked at her, heard a click and then all was black. Epilog Lt. McCoy hated homicide. He hated the smell of death and blood. He hated his job. He stood in the middle of the bedroom while most of the city's police force crawled all over the place getting evidence. Papers, disks, weapons, and drugs were all tagged and bagged and sent up to precinct HQ for identification. Bodies had been taken out on stretchers and some in evidence bags. And the women were moved to Municipal Hospital. Each one would need years of psychological work ups, but the were alive. "Lieutenant!", he heard someone say behind him. He walked over to the computer where the other detective was setting. "What is it, Scott?", McCoy asked. "We got it sir, names, addresses, identification, everything. According to this the owner was into slave trading and he kept records of every thing. Including pictures of all the girls and where he sold them." "Kinda like a perverse trophy case, eh'" "Yes sir. Here we go, the drugged girl is Nicole Brant and she was going to be sold in one week to something called 'The Farm', and it is in U.S. coastal waters sir, we should give this to the Coast Guard!", the detective said. "Brant?, The roommate of the girl who was killed at the university?" "Yes sir, Leann Shee. I bet this asshole killed her!" "Good work detective, let's get this computer downtown and get out of here. This place is making me sick!", McCoy spat. "Yes sir!", the detective answered.