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From: woodburn33@aol.com (Woodburn33)
Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories
Subject: On Black Island (ped.rape.S&M.tort.)
Date: 23 Jan 1996 19:30:17 -0500
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Reply-To: woodburn33@aol.com (Woodburn33)

The following story is a purely fictional account. Any relationship to any
real person living or dead is absolutely coincidental. The narrative deals
with torture and slaughter of innocent human beings. The author in no way
condones or promotes such acts. This is the world of fantasy and fiction
where the hidden corners of the psyche may be explored. The author
believes that exploring such subject matter it in this realm keeps it from
ever needing to be explored and much less fulfilled in real life. There is
violence in all of us. Otherwise there would be no crime, no war, no
destruction. We must acknowledge the beast inside of us if we are to tame
it. To ignore it and repress it is to invoke its appearance in our midst. 
*******************WARNING. DON'T READ IF YOU'RE EASILY OFFENDED


1.
 The two blonde, nude, teenage girls stood before Trevor.
 Behind them, a backdrop of deep blue tropical sky and deserted beach.
 Trevor's men had brought the girls on the boat and now stood by looking
at the delectable youths who waited nervously, hand in hand, in the
blazing sun.
 One of the girls, whose hair was braided in a single tail that ran down
to the middle of her back, looked down at the hot sand. The other child's
long golden mane waved in the breeze and her clear blue eyes stared back
at Trevor brazenly.
 Trevor sat in a comfortable lawn chair beside a circular table from which
a large beach umbrella rose casting a protective coccoon of shade.  He
wore a black terry-cloth bathrobe and sunglasses, and his hand which
sported a huge black ring held a glass-full of ice-cubes and vodka.
 His seven soldiers, young brutal looking men whose eyes hungrily devoured
the two girls, all wore short white bathing trunks with the Black X
insignia on the left leg.
 Behind Trevor, at the top of the down-sweep of beach was the only visible
building: a twelve-room mansion which housed Trevor's secret underground
dungeon and where he held the yearly Black X Cult orgies.  This year's
annual event was still a ways off, however.
 Today's event was of a more intimate nature.
 "Get on your knees," Trevor ordered.
 Instantly, in perfect obedience, both girls slid down on the sand.
 Trevor took a long drink from the cool glass and enjoyed the sight of his
two submissive young slaves on the hot beach.  He knew his soldiers were
just waiting for his command; he could see the huge bulges under their
tight trunks, see the tension in their tanned muscular bodies. He felt his
own hard excitement between his bare thighs under the robe. Trevor's sense
of complete power would have driven most men to seek instant gratification
but Trevor was used to this sense of power and he knew how to control it,
how to delay it, stretch it out, enjoy it to the maximum. When he spoke
now, he directed his voice at the men, but his eyes never left the
blue-eyed girl's who still looked at him, unfazed.
 "Kathy and Amanda are here for our pleasure, gentlemen.  You may not know
it but they are sisters and they have been in my care for nearly four
years now.  I bought them from an orphanage in England, illegally of
course, and I have personally trained them and prepared them for this
special day."
 The men, who had been called by Trevor only a week before, knew more or
less what would be happening.  They knew that it was an honor for any
member of the Black X Cult to be able to participate in Trevor's private
sessions. In fact, private sessions on the Black Island estate were
particularly intense and the men knew they were in for an unforgettable
experience.
 They had been transported to the Island on Trevor's private luxury yacht
which had left Taro Bay Marina early that morning. Upon their arrival they
had been shown to their rooms in the Island mansion by Harlan, Trevor's
right hand man. Dressed in a proper and spotless butler's uniform complete
with button-down white gloves, Harlan had smiled secretly and told them to
freshen up, get into their trunks, and meet Trevor down on the beach in an
hour.
 Now they stood in a semi-circle glaring greedily down at the two young
sluts on their knees in the sand.
 "Girls," said Trevor evenly, his voice betraying no emotion. "You will
now pleasure our seven guests, just as you've been taught."
 Some of the men smiled. A few of them were already sliding their bathing
shorts off and kicking them aside.  The semi-circle of male bodies closed
around the kneeling girls and Trevor drank from his cool glass as the
girls subserviently opened their mouths and put their hands behind their
backs.
 On their knees in the hot sloping sand the two young bitches gave
themselves as Trevor himself had trained them to do.  They looked up at
the cruel young men who now stepped up to them to feed them their stiff
cocks. Trevor's soldiers stared hungrily down. The girl's pretty docile
eyes squinted up into the fierce sunlight as their lips slid around the
men's pricks and from where he sat in the shade of the beach umbrella
Trevor could hear the meaty wet sounds of the cock-sucking, the low grunts
of the men, the eager moaning from the teenage girlslaves. 
 The circle of men shifted as the girls took one and then another,
sometimes two or three long hot cockshafts in their mouths, their hands
clasped behind them, their little girltits pushing forward, nipples
gorged, shoulders leaning forward in a pose of absolute surrender.
 Trevor smiled as he put the glass down and savored the vodka.
 He had taught the little sluts well and now he watched them perform like
little trained animals.
 That's all they were anyway, for him. Two cute little dogs bred and
nurtured merely for his amusement. Trevor held female beauty in high
esteem and he had taught these two little English cunts how to radiate
feminine beauty and submission, how to take punishment and want more, how
to be perfect and unquestioning masochist meat.
  He had bought them when they were just children, Kathy twelve and Amanda
ten.  He had broken them to his will under repeated whippings and
beatings, tortured them physically and mentally, destroyed all sense of
morality in them and made of them two juicy little fucksluts who found
pleasure in the most extreme humiliation and pain.  For Trevor, Kathy and
Amanda were a long range project, a project which was only now ready to
bear fruit.
 Trevor watched the girls suck cock. He watched his soldiers handle them
roughly. These men were bitch-killers, just like himself, men who believed
the credo of the Black X cult, that women, and especially young women, had
only one purpose: to suffer and die for the pleasure of men.
 And this day would be a long crescendo toward the fulfillment of that
credo.
 Trevor watched and gloated as he always did when his soldiers took
charge, took possesion of what was rightfully theirs.  
 He liked the way they pulled on Amanda's long braid to yank her head from
one cock to another and how they clutched Kathy's silky mane almost
tearing her hair out, her pretty brows arched as the sun blinded her.
 The men grew more and more excited and they hissed and grunted and it
wasn't long before the first slap came across Amanda's pretty cheek,
Amanda the younger of the two, the more vulnerable of the two girls, the
one Trevor had most enjoyed punishing, so sweetly innocent.  
 "Fuckin' bitch," the man growled and again swung the palm of his hairy
hand sharply across the upturned face of the teenage slavegirl.
 Yeah! Trevor exclaimed inwardly.  A powerful man beating a kneeling
submissive girl.  This was what the Black X cult was all about. 
 Amanda's eyes teared up instantly and her cheek flushed red but she
smiled and leaned forward to take her tormentor's huge cock eagerly in her
lips. The man let her suck him for a few moments then drew back and
slapped her again. This time a soft moan escaped the girl's lips. She was
no longer smiling.
 Kathy, meanwhile, deep-throated the soldier in front of her. She looked
at Trevor as she did it, her face framed between two naked men. He could
see the unashamed passion in her, the need to be abused.  She was a
natural. Different from her younger sister who had learned submission
after many brutal lessons, Kathy had taken to it right away and for her
Trevor had very very very special plans.
 The men now began to slap and punch both girls, hard, almost knocking
them over, pulling them back to their cocks to suck and lick between
blows.
 Trevor drank the vodka down, the ice-cubes cool on his lips as the orgy
on the beach began to spiral.
 He liked the way the struggling naked bodies looked, bronzed and sweaty,
contrasted against the white sand, blue sky and green water.  This was as
far from civilization as you could get and the tableaux being acted out on
Trevor's beach was an ode to the brutal power of male over female.
 One man gripped Amanda by her hair while another drove his fists into the
kneeling teenager's small tits with forceful left-right, left-right, blows
that made her grunt, her eyes looking up into blue sky, head drawn back
cruelly.  Kathy choked on fat man-meat as the agressor before her slammed
his knee into her belly and chest.  Both girls gagged and gasped as they
were now face-fucked mercilessly, kicked and punched, slapped, cheeks dark
red, small sharp cries from both of them as they responded to the
onslaught.
 "Yeahhh...uhh!UHH!" shouted the soldier who pumped his shaft into
Amanda's widestretched lips.  The girl looked up at him glassy-eyed as a
thick rivulet of sperm spilled from her lower lip, the man-shaft filling
her mouth, scum and hot spit running down her chin and neck.
 "Shittt....god-DAMN!" exclaimed Kathy's tormentor as thick hot pulses of
semen spurt from his dick and down the little slave's throat, she
struggling to swallow.
 The men shouted and cursed now and tightly closed the circle around the
kneeling victims spraying them with white gooey jets, jostling each other
to command the youthful upturned faces, to cum on the bruised cheeks, in
the wide-gaping groaning mouths, in the angelic faces that looked up
slightly lost.  They jerked off hard and fast and drew the little bitches
to their cocks, yanking on their hair or grabbing an arm, a shoulder, an
ear, so that the girls were turned this way and that, still submissively
clasping their hands behind them as the men shot off. And moaning hungrily
the girls looked up wide-eyed at the soldiers waiting patiently for them 
to explode in their faces then licking up the dripping fat-gobs of
man-milk from their red bursting cocks.  Soon the lovely teenage
girl-faces were covered with streaks and gobs of cum, disheveled hair in
spattered strands.
 Now, the man who had first slapped Amanda pushed his way through the men
who flanked her and slid his big hairy hands around the teenage girl's
throat.  He began to strangle the slavegirl hard and Trevor saw her hands
curl up into fists as she struggled to remain submissive.
Her abject, almost despondent, sperm-covered face looked up at her
attacker...her mouth opened wide, lips dripping white jissom, the man's
face a fierce glowering murderous mask. Another man followed suit and
wrapped his huge strong hands around Kathy's throat.
 Trevor watched both men now strangle his little whores almost lifting
them up off their knees, the pretty youths holding their hands stiffly
behind them, surrendering to the choking, their faces now beet-red.
 Mmmmm...Trevor moaned and pushed the palm of his hand down into his
crotch feeling the familiar stubborn hardness under the terry-cloth robe. 

 The other soldiers now urged their two companions on, some of them
jerking off again...
 The little girls gagged and coughed, their feet kicking in the sand, legs
stretching back...Amanda's hands rose to the hands that choked her...
 "Put 'em down, bitch..." the man growled.
 She obeyed with difficulty.
 Kathy's half-closed eyes looked up into the murderous rage of the soldier
that strangled her.  Even from where he sat almost ten yards away, Trevor
could see the smile on her scum-smeared face.  As he strangled her,
pushing his thumbs into the base of her throat, closing off her trachea,
the man grinned like a wolf then spat on the teenager's smiling face... 
"Cunt..." he snarled and Trevor saw the muscles ripple in his arms,
Kathy's head now tilting back, her body going limp...
 "Don't kill them..." Trevor called out hoarsely.  "Knock 'em out if you
want... but don't kill them...I have a lot more in mind for these two
little cupcakes...a lot more..."
 The two men looked back at Trevor and smiled. The one who strangled
Amanda laughed cruelly.
 "Yeahh!" he laughed tightening his grip on the defenseless little bitch. 
Her eyes rolled back in her head and he felt her body relaxing...he
released her slowly and she tipped sideways to lie at his feet in the
sand.
 A moment later Kathy's attacker released his limp victim and she toppled
back on the sand.
 The two teenage girls lay unconscious on the beach at the feet of
Trevor's soldiers.
 He knew if he wanted to he could have had them killed right then.  Hell,
if he wanted to, if he simply gave the order, these cruel bitch-killers
would probably tear the two little bitches apart with their bare hands...
tear them apart and eat them like cannibals...rip the guts out of them
with their mouths...Trevor fought the impulse to do just that.  For a
moment he flashed the bloody scene in his mind and enjoyed it then he rose
from the chair under the beach umbrella and approached his soldiers on the
beach.
 "Lets wake the little bitches up," he said, smiling wickedly, un-doing
the knot on his terry-cloth robe to pull out his hard prick and stand over
the unconscious girls.  A stream of hot piss erupted from Trevor's
upraised shaft and sparkled down across Kathy's chest, trailed across the
sand and spattered Amanda's back.  
 The men laughed and joined in.  Soon all of them were pissing on the two
girls who came slowly awake, rolling over to lie on their backs as hot
streams of piss rained down on their chests and bellies and legs and
pussies and faces. Some of the men straddled the girls standing directly
over them to train their piss-streams in their faces.  Both Kathy and
Amanda opened their mouths for the men...opened their lips to receive the
bitter hot stinking fluid. Trevor aimed what was left of his piss at
Kathy's plump little pussy and his balls tingled as  he watched her open
her legs wide for him.  He licked his lips and watched as the other
soldiers pissed on Amanda covering her from head to foot in a three way
golden-shower that left her pretty bronzed skin glistening wetly in the
hot sun. The beach sand stuck to the girl's piss-wet legs as they moved
them...the sand stuck too to their hair and cheeks...In fact, Trevor's
slavegirls were a perfect mess of sand-smeared man-scum and piss...they
had been defiled, bruised...they were ready for Trevor now, ready for the
next step on the ordeal he had long prepared them for.
 "Gentlemen," Trevor intoned sliding out of his robe, standing over the
two girls naked.
 "Return to the house. Harlan will show you to the dungeon."
 He began to jerk off slowly as he looked down at Kathy.  Her eyes were
looking back at him as before, brazenly, daringly. She watched him take
off his sunglasses and toss them on his robe in the sand.
 "Feel free to pleasure yourselves there as you will," Trevor told the
soldiers. "We will meet on my yacht again at five for a late afternoon
boating expedition which I'm sure all of you will enjoy."
 Kathy watched him stroke his long stiff cock calmly.  He had been inside
her many times. She yearned for him now. She was lost in his dark eyes. 
Beaten, humiliated, pissed on, sperm all over her face, chest and
shoulders she yearned for him as never before.  She was not even aware of
the other men now, or of Trevor's words, or of anything other than the
demanding desire which filled her awareness. Amanda reached out for her
sister's hand across the sand.  Distantly, like a counterpoint to her
feverish lust, Kathy could sense her sister's fear and apprehension.
 The soldiers turned, picked up their bathing trunks from the sand, and
began climbing up the beach toward the house.
 Trevor stood over his girlwhores slowly jerking off.
 Kathy rolled over on the sand and taking Amanda's face in her hands she
began to kiss her sister passionately.  She knew this would calm her.  It
always did.  
 She tasted the piss and the sperm on her sisters face and it excited her.
 It excited her beyond reason to lie there in the hot sand under Trevor's
hungry eyes, his piercing, cold, reptilian eyes, and the blazing sun
making love to her sibling.  She kissed Amanda's neck and saw the marks
the soldier's strangling hands had left there, dark red and almost blue
and the memory of her own strangulation made Kathy's pussy throb and she
rubbed her thighs together. She bit Amanda's shoulders softly and ran her
hand down into her sister's moist  shaved slit. Already Amanda was
writhing in response to Kathy's caresses.
 Suddenly, Kathy felt her head being yanked back and up by her hair.
 Trevor crouched over her.
 "Get up," he ordered. "Both of you." His eyes were ablaze with desire.
 "We're going to continue this in the shack..."
 Slowly, obediently, the sisters got unsteadily to their feet.  They could
see the soldiers far up the beach near Trevor's mansion now.  Turning away
in the opposite direction the girls began walking, Trevor behind them. 
They moved stiffly and Trevor shoved them occasionally, making them lurch
forward and stumble in the thick sun-baked sand.  They knew where the
shack was: by the water, about a quarter of a mile down the beach, near
the forest. He had taken there many times. Countless times.  The shack was
where they had learned to obey him.
 Kathy felt herself getting wet, her womb hot as she walked on the hot
beach.
 She felt her sister's hand in hers and for a brief moment glanced over at
her.
 She saw a single tear running down Amanda's lovely bruised cheek.
 Oh God...Kathy thought...She's going to get it...She's going to get it
bad.
 And so am I.



2.
 Seven men rape the dark-haired girl.
 Savage rape.
 Angry, virile, heartless, loveless, rape.
 Harlan has led them into the dungeon and their first victim, a docile,
doe-eyed slut bound to a mattress in the torture chamber.
 She's bound on her belly and her hair hangs over her eyes as they slam
their cocks up her snatch, taking turns, slapping her face and fucking it.
 They go at it with unchecked fury, after all, hasn't Trevor told them to
take their pleasure AS THEY WILL?
 "Hey Harlan," asks one of the men, the one who strangled Amanda on the
beach and who now pistons in and out of the gasping slut holding her plump
white asscheeks apart in his big hairy hands to ram into her cunt to the
hilt.
 "Can we kill this bitch?"
 "Mmmghhhh!" the woman whinnies mouth full of cock.
 The other men look up at Harlan, their eyes slitted, pupils dilated.
 Harlan smiles. He still wears his butlers uniform...even the white
gloves.
 "Gentlemen," he replies. "This cow is yours. And so are those two."
 He points at the cage which hangs from the the twelve-foot ceiling above.
 "Do with all three of them as you please."
 As he leaves the chamber the men now circle their bound victim, the level
of excitement rising...now they are sure she is theirs...completely
theirs...
 The men begin beating her hard, slapping her, ramming her with fists and
knees, mauling her.  They fuck her, slam their big cocks into her asshole.
They pummel her tits and yank and pull on her nipples bruising the
screaming bitch.  They fist-fuck her, taking turns, big strong fists
sliding up into her pussy...into her anus...  They make her lick their
assholes and balls.
 The whore screams shrilly as the video cameras record her destruction,
four video-cams, one in each wall of the torture chamber.
 And in the cage which hangs from the ceiling the two other ball-gagged
slave-bitches cringe together waiting for their turn: a luscious young
blonde, slender with big tits and a sweet red-head with freckled skin and
long perfect legs.. They are handcuffed nude to the cold steel cage on
opposite sides of it, forced into a crouch, and they are able to look down
at the destruction of the woman in the room below.
 "Let's get the bitch up on her feet..." one of the men snarls.
 "Yeah. Let's beat the shit out of her."
 The whore is dragged up off the mattress.  Her arms are hauled upward and
her wrists pushed into leather cuffs that dangle overhead.  The cuffs are
buckled tight and the sweating woman is raised up, arms wide apart, she up
on her toes as the men now take up whips and clubs.
 From the cage above the two helpless captives watch as the clubs thud
across helpless tit-mounds and juicy thighmeat. They watch as the whore
screams to the savage whackk-crackk of the whips which wrap around her
waist and flick her pussymound and snap viciously across her
shoulderblades. The women in the cage can look down right into the
victim's face as she tosses her head back to scream her agony at the
ceiling. They can see her pain as it fuses with pleasure, her big eyes
lost and glassy and they know that soon the men will come for them.  The
crack of the lash and the thud of the club make them respond
instinctively, make them jerk against the metal cuffs which rattle against
the bars of the cage.
 Just as he is about to swing his whip one of the men looks up at them.
 "Ohh yeah..." he grunts smiling.... "Ohhh yeahhh...."
 "Jesus!" one of the other men comments hoarsely. He smashes the long
black wooden billy-club down across the tits of the half-suspended
whore...  "Somebody wake me up...I must be dreamin'..."
 "Either that..." snarls the vicious man whose hands had almost strangled
Kathy out on the sunny beach...  "Either that or we fuckin' died and went
to heaven..."
 He smacks his club across the back of the whore's legs.
 She screams at the ceiling.
 Silently the cameras roll.
 Above the dungeon, in a dark secret room deep in the mansion, Harlan
watches the four monitor screens from where he sits in a black leather
recliner, his white-gloved hand slowly stroking his huge, veined
twelve-inch prick.
 There is a leash in his free hand which leads to the neck of a naked
ten-year old girl, an exquisitely beautiful asian girl whose pale
porcelain-like skin reflects the ghostly light of the monitor screens, and
whose hands are roped behind her.
 Harlan pulls on the leash and the girl is pulled toward him,
wide-eyed,bending forward.
 "Suck, bitch," Harlan says meanly.
 The little girl obeys with a soft moan, her tiny little doll-mouth
cupping the swollen head of Harlan's huge shaft as she bends over him
unsteadily.
 Harlan's eyes slide shut.
 The cracking of the whips and the thudding of the clubs on the whore in
the dungeon fill the small dark room but through them Harlan can hear the
hiss of the little girl's breath as she sucks him off.
 The sound reminds him of the rustle of silk on the thighs of a woman.
.........................
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