WARNING! ADULTS ONLY! The following are extreme works of erotic horror fiction that graphically describe the rape, torture and killing of preteen girls. All persons, places and events are fictitious, and as such their depictions are protected as free speech under the United States Constitution. However, if this type of adult subject matter is offensive to you -- DO NOT READ BEYOND THIS CAUTIONARY DISCLAIMER! Most importantly, these stories must not be read by or knowingly forwarded to anyone under the age of eighteen or whatever the age of majority is in their country of residence. To do so would be irresponsible and may be illegal. Protect your adult freedom of speech by protecting minors from images and ideas that obviously are inappropriate for them.

QUICKIES: FIVE UNCONNECTED EROTIC DOODLES.

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VITAL STATISTICS

NAME: April
AGE: 8 years, 2 months
HEIGHT: 4 feet, 3 inches (130 cm)                                      
WEIGHT: 58 pounds (26.4 kg)
HAIR COLOR: natural blonde
EYE COLOR: blue-green
NATIONALITY: Norwegian-American
LANGUAGES: English only
STATUS: Virgin. No previous sexual experience
with the possible exception of exploratory auto-
stimulation
LIFE EXPERIENCE: Child fashion model and 
preteen beauty contest winner
HISTORY: Deserted by maternal single parent, after
which she was purchased from Minnesota Child Services 
PRESENT LOCATION: Our Minneapolis regional
center. See below for information on shipping to other 
areas. 

THIS SUPERBLY SLENDER AND ADORABLY
FEMININE LITTLE BLONDE IS ONE OF OUR
GUARANTEED VIRGINS, AND AS SUCH APRIL
IS AVAILABLE FOR THE MOST EXTREME
ABUSE ACCORDING TO THE FOLLOWING
FEE SCHEDULE:

RAPE & BONDAGE (3 hr. session): Both vaginal 
and anal penetrations. Implement rape without causing 
permanent injury is also permitted for the minimum,
basic fee of...........................................................$3000*

TORTURE (1 hr. session): No permanent marks 
may be left on the girl’s limbs or torso. None of 
her bones may be broken or her joints dislocated.
One, carefully controlled, non-lethal strangulation
is permitted. 
Torture only..........................................................$1000*
If in addition to rape fee.........................................$500*

SEVERE TORTURE (3 hr. session): Some 
permanent whip lacerations and minor burn scars 
allowed. No more than one each of the girl’s thigh, 
leg and arm bones may be cleanly broken. Either 
(but not both) her hip or shoulder joints may be 
temporarily dislocated in a manner that does not 
cause permanent injury. (Instructional help available.) 
Because of this girl’s small size and delicacy, she may 
not be strangled into unconsciousness more that twice.
Torture only..........................................................$3000*
If in addition to rape fee........................................$1500*

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includes all of the above plus much more, such as 
luxurious private accommodations equipped with every 
conceivable device for inflicting excruciating pain on this 
gorgeous little girl while you are slowly torturing her to 
death! And, every second of your twenty-four hours of 
mind-blowing pleasure will be permanently recorded on 
HD digital video with Dolby  multi-channel stereo sound, 
for a lifetime of wonderful memories!
All-inclusive fee...................................................$6000*

Standard shipping (3 to 5 days) to any of our twelve
regional pleasure domes.......................................$250
Guaranteed overnight delivery is available for an
additional fee of....................................................$150

ASK ABOUT OUR TWO-GIRL SPECIALS (TWINS
EXTRA). ALSO, RECONDITIONED, PREVIOUSLY
ABUSED PRETEEN GIRLS ARE AVAILABLE FOR
RAPE, TORTURE AND SNUFF AT REDUCED 
PRICES. THEY’RE ALL BEAUTIFUL AND SOME
ARE AS YOUNG AS SIX. HOWEVER, SUPPLIES 
ARE LIMITED. FIRST COME, FIRST CUM. 

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*Not including tips, taxes and shipping if necessary. All payments in 
advance. All fees nonrefundable. If you snuff it, you’ve bought it. All 
girls are guaranteed to be exactly as described. Satisfaction is your 
responsibility. 

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NAVEL ENGAGEMENT

    Only four hours ago Lisa Holden had been contentedly playing with her dolls, though she was beginning to loose some interest in them now that she saw herself as being all grown up and about to enter the second grade. It was then that her loutish father and three of his drunken buddies burst into Lisa’s room and dragged the beautiful little raven-haired girl down to the basement and through the gates of hell. 
    Now she lies whimpering in pain on the cold cement floor. Her pretty thighs and slender young body are covered with angry welts and bruises. Blood trickles out of her rectum and her vagina. Lisa Holden is slowly dying.
    
    As soon as the out-of-control drunks had gotten Lisa down in the cellar, they stripped the terrified seven-year-old girl naked and tied her down on an old work bench. Then all four of them had taken turns belt-whipping the screaming little schoolgirl, each of them aiming the majority of his powerful blows at the area of a young female's body he loved hurting the most. One got off by whipping her thighs, another her belly, the third her chest with its undeveloped little nipples. Zeke, her father, was less particular. He mercilessly whipped his writhing little daughter from her legs to her shoulders until she finally passed out from the pain. They revived Lisa with a splash of ice-cold water, turned her over on her belly and savagely beat her with an old steel curtain rod, until her screams of agony were reduced to spastic dry-heaves and she lost consciousness again. Ice water wasn’t enough bring the child around this time, so they revived her with jumper cables attached to a powerful, twenty-four-volt, marine engine battery.
    Then, incredibly aroused by the adorable little virgin’s ruthless beatings, each of the four men took turns brutally raping her while she screamed herself breathless. Her father, was the first, the last and the worst of them all. There was murder in Zeke's eyes by the time his second turn to assault her came around.
    With his innocent, seven-year-old daughter looking up at him and begging him not to hurt her again, Zeke thrust his nine-inch cock into her petite body with incredible violence. It was only the beginning. Again and again he lunged into the shrieking child with enough force to rupture her cervix and nearly rupture her bladder. But before he could cum inside her torn-open womb, Lisa passed out for the third time. After she had again been shocked back to consciousness by more current surging through her jerking body, Zeke turned the devastated girl over on her belly, and with one brutal thrust buried his cock into her firm little rump. The impaled child screamed in agony. He withdrew and lunged into her again, then again and again, each time bottoming his massive weapon inside his daughter’s convulsing little body. Feeling her very insides being rearranged by each terrible thrust, Lisa’s shrieks became breathless, choking gasps and she was on the verge of passing out again when, with a roar of animal fury, her father ejaculated deep inside her twitching bowels. Groaning in ecstasy, he remained buried inside the child while she writhed beneath him in excruciating pain.

    Half an hour has passed since Lisa‘s father nearly butt-raped her to death. Still in shock, she is lying there vacantly staring up at the exposed ceiling beams. An occasional spasm passes through the girl’s brutalized torso, and even the drunkest of the four men can see she has probably suffered fatal internal injuries. Cheap gin and their sadistic lusts for her beautiful little body had pushed them way over the edge. But there is no turning back now. They might as well squeeze all the pleasure they can out of the unique opportunity that now presents itself. As they look down at the naked seven-year-old girl lying at their feet, each of them is becoming progressively more aroused by visions of what it’s going to be like to kill her.
    Lisa’s father comes down the cellar stairs carrying an old target pistol and a box of twenty-two shorts. The small, low-velocity rounds are hardly powerful enough to kill a coon with a single shot, which is perfect for what Zeke wants to do -- hurt Lisa as much as possible while he’s shooting her to death. If he avoids hitting her in her lungs and fires most of the rounds into her midsection, it should take his lovely little daughter a long time to die. Smiling in anticipation, he loads the pistol’s eight-shot clip and nods to his friends saying, “Hold her arms and legs.” All four men are again sporting huge erections. 
    Hovering at the edge of consciousness, Lisa reacts with just a few whimpers when the men grab her slender wrists and ankles, and pin them down on the hard concrete floor. Standing above the girl, her father/killer aims his gun and fires the first round into one of his daughter’s shapely little thighs. Snapped back to full awareness by a searing flash of pain, Lisa screams and contorts her body in a futile attempt to escape. One of the men whistles, and says, “Fantastic! Shoot her other leg!”
    The horrified child cries out, “Don’t shoot me, Daddy!! Don’t shoot meee!!!” 
    Pausing for just a moment to enjoy watching his daughter’s lithe little body squirm in pain, Zeke pulls the trigger and another bullet slams into a firm young thigh. In a hysteria of pain and terror the doomed girl screams until her breath is exhausted. There is remarkably little bleeding from the twenty-two’s small entry wounds.
    As Lisa goes into fear-induced hyperventilation, Zeke slowly moves his pistol sights up her quivering naked body, and fires his third round into her right shoulder. He pauses for almost a minute to let the child's suffering build. Then, continuing to torture his own daughter to death, Zeke shoots the girl in her left shoulder. Shocked and in too much pain to scream or even breathe, Lisa’s body spasms violently and her eyes roll back in her head in a dead faint. 
    The jumper cables are quickly clamped on Lisa’s left ankle and right wrist. One of the men taps the other end of the cables on the battery terminals. There is a crackling spark and her slender young body jerks and doubles up as if she had belly punched, but the girl doesn’t awaken. The cables are tapped on the terminals six times in rapid succession, making Lisa hop and twitch like a demented marionette, yet she still won’t come around. Frustrated, the man holds the cable clamps down on the terminals. Froth spurts out of the little girl’s mouth as her back arches and she comes back to life with a piercing scream. After desperately gasping for breath for a few moments, she starts sobbing uncontrollably. Zeke takes a swig from an almost-empty gin bottle and says, “Get the brat up on her knees.” The innocent child’s end has come.
    Adult hands grip her arms and lift the bitterly sobbing little girl up onto her knees. Her father says, “Hold her tight” as he also gets down on his knees. Then he presses the pistol barrel right into his daughter’s tiny navel, and while looking directly into her crying eyes, fires. There is a piercing shriek. The belly-shot little girl bucks wildly, but the powerful male hands easily keep her restrained. The one man with nothing to do except jerk himself off, moans with pleasure and says, “Shit! That was awesome! Do it to her again!”
    Smiling, Zeke presses the barrel into Lisa’s now bleeding navel, this time tilted downward to change the next bullet’s angle of penetration into her body. The horribly wounded little girl just has time to cry, “Daddy!! Don’t!!” before her father squeezes the trigger. There is a muffled bang. Lisa's eyes almost pop out of her head as she violently convulses from the hideous pain of a bullet plunging down into her entrails. She tries to scream but the agony is so intense, so overwhelming, all that comes out of her gaping mouth is a strangled gasp. Zeke looks at his friends, and asks, “You guys like that? Want More?” 
    One of the men holding the adorable little girl’s arms growls, “Fuck, yeah! Give her another one in the gut!”
    The gun barrel is again shoved into Lisa’s bellybutton, this time angled to the left, and discharges. She shudders, and with another gurgling gasp goes rigid in the men’s grip. Afraid she might pass out on them again, Zeke quickly angles the gun to the right and fires another round through her ruined navel and into her little body. Lisa’s back arches convulsively as her scream of mortal agony resounds throughout the dank basement. Then, gasping for air, she sags and goes into a series of twitching spasms. 
    The man holding Lisa’s left arm sees a drop of blood appear towards the back of her tiny waist, and says, “Man, that one almost went all the way through ‘er! They must be puttin’ more spunk in them shorts!”
    Seeing the child is close to death, Zeke says, “Let her go.” Lisa slumps to the floor and rolls on her back. Her father quickly reloads the target pistol, while his three friends begin stroking themselves off, powerfully aroused by the involuntary tremors passing through the exquisite young body at their feet. 
    With eight bullets inside her, half of them in her vital organs, little Lisa clings to life by the slenderest of threads. Zeke looks down at her and says, “Bye, Lese. You was good for somethin’ after all.” Then he takes aim from a standing position, and fires another bullet into her belly. The little girl somehow manages a final scream as her body writhes in an agonizing death throe. There is another loud report followed by a weak cry of pain, as Zeke begins to slowly and methodically pump round after round into his daughter’s abdomen. The girl’s eyes glaze over, yet her small body continues to buck and jerk every time a bullet plunges into her. By the fifth round blood spurts out of her vagina with each violent impact. And one after another, lost in orgasmic ecstasy, three man ejaculate and hose their loads of hot sperm onto the dying little girl's body. With its clip finally empty, Zeke tosses the gun aside and enthusiastically joins them as the last spark of life fades from his daughter‘s eyes.   

    After it’s all over, one of Zeke’s pleasure-sated friends groans and says, “What the fuck are gonna do for next Super Bowl Sunday?”
 
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WATCH THE BIRDIE!

She’s worried! She thought she was just going to have her fourth grade school pictures taken, but then the photographer got he alone, and made her take off all her clothes and lie down. He snapped a few photos of her naked. Of course, one thing led to another and...

Later, in the town dump, her pretty little body was found brutally raped and manually strangled to death. After her post-mortem examination, the coroner reported that based on the penetration-caused traumatic injuries to her colon and immature genitals, the nine-year-old girl must have suffered the tortures of the damned before she died.

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CYNTHIA

Blonde, girlishly slender and alone by the family pool. That’s where the gang of five, adult male home invaders found her. They took turns savagely raping the innocent young girl, both up her firm little butt and in her tight virgin pussy. One gang member forced his surging cock so far down her throat, the terrified fifth grader finally passed out from lack of oxygen. Then the fun really began. 

Using switchblades, a butane lighter and a leather garroting strap, the men slowly tortured the pretty schoolgirl to death. One thug finding a cordless nail gun in the garage, used it to fire two dozen, inch and a half finishing nails into the defenseless girl’s thighs and belly while she screamed in agony. Repeatedly assaulted with unbelievable cruelty, it took ten-year-old Cynthia Adams almost three hours to die. By the time the games were finally over, the child's lifeless body drifted under six feet of pool water stained pink with her blood. 

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VALLEY HAVEN  (An overly ambitious story idea)

   In an secluded location in the rolling foothills of Montana’s Rocky Mountains, there is an isolated community of nine-thousand souls that goes by the name of Valley Haven. Nestled in a one-hundred square mile valley of idyllic beauty, it was first settled and given its name by a small group of Bay Area Californians who were part of the back-to-the-land movement of the 1960’s. By the 70’s it had become a Marxist-Leninist commune; by the 80’s a Maoist encampment. But the most remarkable and unlikely transformation of all came in the 1990’s when Valley Haven became the bastion of a group of pseudo-Christian, right-wing survivalists, whose founding members, strangely enough, were some of the original back-to-the-land Californians.

   For one-hundred years, through a succession of movements and ideologies, most of them narrow-minded and doctrinaire, Valley Haven’s fortunes waxed and waned yet somehow it always managed to survive. The population of the valley rarely reached and never exceeded one-thousand -- until the time of The Great Killing. 
   The year 2059 was the beginning of the end for the world’s petroleum-based civilization. By 2068 the oil was gone. The inevitable happened -- world-wide starvation and pestilence on an unimaginably catastrophic scale. In the six years between 2065 and 2071, the bustling population of the United States of North America (which now included all the Canadian provinces except Quebec) was scythed from 380,000,000 to less that 17,000,000. Food riots and then food wars reduced the cities and most towns to heaps of stinking rubble that were deserted by all but the rats and the packs of feral dogs that hunted them. In flight from this horror, the valley slowly filled with starving survivors who drifted into the community in search of refuge. They found it, but at what for many would be a terrible price.

   In 2064, during the early stages of the chaos, Valley Haven became a quasi-religious police state under the “guidance” of a self-styled prophet of God called Brother Abraham the Wise. By 2085, the time of this story, Brother Abraham had become a senile old man and all real authority rested in the Council of Deacons; nine severe men who ruled Valley Haven for their own pleasure with rods of iron. The instruments of their absolute power were two-hundred black-coated police goons called proctors. All schools were “religious” establishments that preached nothing but fire, brimstone and the hell and damnation that awaited anyone who failed to conform. As a religious community, Valley Haven was a corrupt sham. 

    But the disciples of Brother Abraham held a darker secret -- sexual sadism. A woman could be stoned to death for just being accused of adultery, yet a man could own any number of concubines who often were little other than brutalized slaves. The merciless public flogging of naked girls as young as eight were not uncommon. These “punishments from God” were supposed to be necessary lessons in discipline; in truth they were nothing but erotically intoxicating rewards for a mob of the faithful that cheered the whipmaster, gleefully urging him on to do his worst to the screaming innocents. In 2081, for their private and more extreme pleasures, the Council of Deacons had revived the inquisition; and so it was no coincidence that all those who were accused and put to the torture were pretty young girls who rarely survived the terrible ordeal. The few that did were condemned as “instruments of Satan” and saved as special treats for festival days, when they were publicly put to death in a variety of gruesome ways. If Valley Haven were to have an anthem it would not be a hymn, but girlish screams of mortal agony.   

In the unlikely event of the story developing beyond this point, it will center around a rancher’s innocent young daughter, Abigail Smyth. The blonde, delicately beautiful thirteen-year-old girl will attract the lustful attentions of the Council of Deacons’ most sadistic member; who, since her father won’t sell her to him as a concubine, has her accused by the inquisition and put to the torture for the mutual pleasure of himself and his fellow deacons. At the mercy of nine evil men, the valley’s loveliest young girl will scream her heart out on the wheel, the rack and any number of resurrected, diabolical, medieval torture devices. Of course, there will be at least one brutal sexual violation of this exquisite little virgin. Finally, the broken teenage beauty will be condemned and publicly executed by ... hanging her(?) ... whipping her to death(?) ... burning her to death at the stake(?) ... drawing and quartering her(?) ... other(?)

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NOTE: Other writers are encouraged to expand these embryonic ideas into full-length stories, since it is extremely unlikely that I ever will. Even if I do -- no worries, mates. (Sorry. I just got around to watching Crocodile Dundee for the first time.)

Comments and criticisms are always appreciated. Complaints about the nature of the subject matter are ignored.

Cass Gutmann
6/4/03

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