WARNING! ADULTS ONLY! The following is an extreme work of erotic horror fiction that graphically describes the abduction, rape and brutal killing of a preteen girl. All persons, places and events are fictitious. If you are offended by this type of subject matter -- DO NOT READ BEYOND THIS WARNING! Most importantly, this story 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 may be illegal. Protect your adult freedom of speech by protecting minors from images and ideas that obviously are inappropriate for them.

SPECIAL NOTE: This completely fictional account was not in any way inspired by recent happenings in the city that is briefly mentioned in the text. Smoke House Joe was written months before these events transpired.

SMOKE HOUSE JOE by FLOYD THURSBY 

PROLOG
 
A long time ago in a galaxy far, far away, like Utah...

STALKING 

Joe loved his rifle. He loved his knife. But most of all he loved his whip. He’d made it years ago, and from time to time Joe took it out and loving oiled the long, sinuous coil of braided leather, and dreamed about how he would use it some day -- if he ever got the chance. This summer, if he was careful and very lucky, Smoke House Joe’s dreams might come true.
   Pushing forty-five, heavily bearded and with a stocky six-foot build, Joe was a mountain man of sorts. He lived alone in a secluded cabin in the high country, illegally on what probably was public land. But in the remote wilds of the Uintah Mountains, no one was much concerned about such details. Squatter or not, if you didn’t cause trouble and kept your poaching to yourself and for yourself, the sheriff would never think of interrupting his perpetual poker game to come knocking at your door. If the feds ever decided to move Smoke House Joe off the land that would be their goddamnn problem; an attitude that was shared by just about everyone in this militantly conservative part of the country.
   Joe got his nickname from where he seasonally worked, the small smoke house and tannery in the sleepy village of Dingmans Rest that served the needs of a few hard-scrabble ranchers and the occasional visiting hunter. The local ranchers thinned their herds at summer’s end. So August through October of each year Joe was able to earn enough to pay for his winter supplies of grub, rough-cut and cheap liquor.
   
   One day early in the previous August, Joe had been lounging outside the smoke house on his afternoon break, when he saw a beautiful little girl in a red miniskirt come bouncing out of Fowler’s General Store. He grunted and thought, Lookit that! Lookit that sweet li’l’ lamb chop! Ain’t local though. Nothin’ like that ’round here. And in confirmation of his guess, the girl got into the passenger side of a Chevy blazer with California plates. Just passin’ through. Fuckin’ tourists! Bad enough we git ‘em from Salt Lake. Now they’s comin’ from everywheres! 
   But a few days later he saw the girl walk down Main Street and enter the general store again. Shit, Joe thought, I gotta get me a closer look at that hot li’l’ piece o’ ass. So he sauntered into the general store and pretended to glance through a magazine from the adult rack he could barely read, except for the pictures.
   The girl was wearing a little white halter top and denim short-shorts. With long golden brown hair, large innocent doe eyes and the face of an angel, she was nothing less than stunning. And with her tanned legs and enticingly feminine little body, even at the tender age of nine the unknown girl was a real head-turner.
   Joe leered at the gorgeous young stranger over the top of a Playboy magazine and growled under his breath with barely suppressed lust. Looks like one o’ them models. Nice tight li’l’ butt, but no tits yet. Anyways, I could tear me off a piece o’ that any day o’ the week! Wonder who the hell she be? Probably fuckin’ summer people. Them is fuckin’ worse’n fuckin’ tourists.
   The girl paid for a teen magazine and a package of M&M’s, and left, closely followed by the eyes of Joe, the store owner and another male costumer. Then the owner, Sam Fowler, looked over at the magazine rack and asked, “You gonna buy one of them magazines, Smoke House?”
   Joe grunted, jammed the Playboy back into the rack and sullenly stomped out of the general store. Sam Fowler was happy to see him go. Smoke House Joe never smelled very good.

   Joe started hanging around the general store before and after work, in hopes of catching another glimpse of the little mystery girl. He could have saved himself a lot of trouble by asking someone about her. In a village like Dingmans Rest, everybody knew everything about everybody. But Joe spoke only when it was absolutely necessary, and he never asked anyone for help in anything.
   Almost a week went by before the girl appeared again. Much to Sam Fowler’s annoyance, Joe was loitering around the store again when she came in and bought two more packs of M&M’s. Joe chuckled to himself and thought, Now I know what ta git the li’l’ piece fer Christmas. Then looking her over: Tight pink shorts this time. Sure likes ta show off them sweet honey buns.
   While handing the girl her change, Sam Fowler asked, “You folks gonna stay out at the Smith place ‘til it’s time fer you to start school?”
   The girl flashed a brilliant smile and said, “Almost. We’re leaving the day after Labor Day.” With that, she cheerily waved to no one in particular and scooted out of the store.
   A customer who had been waiting to pay for a box of 30-30’s said. “Jeez! That was one hell of a pretty little girl!” 
  “Yeah, she’s somethin’ and only nine, if yer can believe it. She’s got every little boy in town, and a few of the big ones, goggle-eyed over her.”  
  “Nine years old?“ 
  “Yup. Sez she‘s in the fourth grade.”  
  “Jeez! They sure as hell grow up fast these days! Who is she, Sam?”
  “Name’s Tina Randall. Comes from someplace ‘round Frisco. Her folks are turnin’ Ned Smith’s old homestead out on Beaver Springs Pond into a summer house.”
   Only two houses on the pond, Joe thought. And they be ‘bout half mile apart. He didn’t know why this seemed important, nor did Smoke House Joe realize that gorgeous little Tina Randall was becoming an obsession that was creeping beyond his control.

   Joe saw the stunning little girl several more times during the following week. And each time the conviction that somehow he must have her grew stronger until it became an overwhelming compulsion. Joe thought of little besides her flowing golden-brown hair and sweet young body. Then, when Tina didn’t show up in the village for five days, Joe’s powerful need to see the girl made him do something foolish. On the Saturday before Labor Day, he jumped into his battered old Dodge pickup, and drove out Beaver Springs Road.
   When he passed the Smith place, Joe saw the Chevy blazer parked next to the front porch, but no one was in sight. Disappointed, he drove to the end of the road, stopped and waited for a few minutes, and then headed back. As his old Dodge rattled around the bend before the Smith place, Joe saw Tina crossing the road on her way to the small wooden dock that jutted into the pond. She was carrying a beach towel and wearing nothing but a tiny blue bikini. Joe was so turned on by the sight of  Tina’s delectable, nearly naked body, he was on the verge of jumping out of his pickup, dragging the little girl into the woods, and raping her right then and there. But he caught himself at the last moment. Slow down, boy. This ain’t no time fer doin’ somethin’ stupid. Gotta plan this right! That juicy li’l’ piece o’ girl meat ‘ill be back next summer. Might even have growed some tits by then. He had become a man with a mission.
   Joe didn’t wave as he passed the girl, and Tina Randall showed no sign of recognizing the man who was going to kill her.

   Joe hadn’t made it through the fourth grade, but he was cunning and nobody’s fool. Once he put his mind to it, no professional criminal ever plotted a little girl’s kidnapping more meticulously than Smoke House Joe. The first thing he did was hike over to the opposite side of Beaver Springs Pond from the Smith place and find a hidden spot where he could watch the house and dock through binoculars. This brought an immediate reward, when on Labor Day he observed Tina swimming and diving off the dock for almost an hour. Joe stroked himself off twice while he watched her wet body glisten in the sun as if she was some exquisite little water nymph. It was his last glimpse of the lovely young thing until the following summer.
   After the Randall family left for California, Joe surreptitiously prowled around the outside of their summer house. He peered into all the widows to get the layout of the rooms and figure out what would be the best way to break into the place. As it turned out, this wouldn’t be necessary.
   A week or so later, Joe had everything pretty well thought out, except for his biggest problem. Where was he going to take the girl after he abducted her? He intended to squeeze all the pleasure he could out of  Tina‘s tantalizing little body, and Joe figured that would mean keeping her alive for at least two or three days -- but where? Some busybody or other in the village was sure to have noticed his covert interest in the girl, and that meant his cabin was out. Joe worried about this all through the month of September, until one night while he was sucking on his five-dollar-a-quart rye, he remembered the old abandoned prospector’s shack. Tucked away at the head of a heavily wooded arroyo, Joe had stumbled across the isolated single room shack during one of his poaching expeditions. Bet nobody knows ‘bout that place but me ’n the prospector, ’n he’s fer sure dead. 
  The following Saturday, Joe set out to find the deserted shack again. He had trouble locating it at first, which pleased him. If Smoke House Joe had a problem finding the place in these mountain wilds, it would be close to impossible for anyone else. 
   When he finally got there, Joe was encouraged to see that the shack still was in passable condition. The roof and three of its four windows were intact, as was its single door. Won’t take no work  ‘t’all. I’ll bring me up some plywood next weekend ’n board up that winda. That’ll do ‘er ‘til spring. 
   Joe was as close to being happy as he ever got. What pleased him most was that the shack was so far out in the middle of nowhere, it would be impossible for anyone to hear the screams. Joe loved to hurt things, and the most delicious part of his Tina fantasies was dreaming about all the ways he would torture the beautiful little girl to stiffen his cock for the ultimate pleasures of raping and killing her
   By mid November, Joe had settled into his cabin to ride out the snows that had already begun to fall, and wait impatiently. It would seem like the longest winter of Smoke House Joe’s memory. 

ABDUCTION
   
Spring, that really wasn’t much later that any other spring, finally arrived, and Joe got busy. He trekked three kerosene lanterns and a gallon of lamp oil up to the shack. Next he lugged up water jugs and a musty old mattress that he’d scavenged out of an abandoned farm. It was hard work but worth it. Joe liked his comfort. Then he bought fifty feet of clothes line -- a lot more than he needed, but it was sure to come in handy for something else -- and twenty-five feet of sash cord. Joe cut up some of the sash cord into two-foot lengths and stuffed all of it behind the seat of his pickup. He oiled his whip for the umpteenth time, wrapped it in a roll of tanned sheep’s skin and put it behind the seat too. Finally, he dug a small grave out behind the shack, and covered it over with pine branches. Joe was ready. The shack was ready. All that was missing was the lovely little victim.

   Starting with the Memorial Day weekend, Joe religiously went each day to his hiding place on Beaver Springs Pond, and scanned the Randall house for signs of the Chevy blazer; and each day he came away disappointed. Then he realized, Fuck! School ain’t even out yet!  So he abandoned his vigil until the local kids got out on the 23rd of June. 
   Still no Blazer. Still no Tina.
   By the 30th of June, Joe was worried. But on the following morning -- there it was! Joe detested SUV’s and the people who drove them, but on this day at least, that Chevy was the best vehicle in the world. Little did Joe realize that its arrival would only lead to another ten days of frustration.

   The next day, Joe spotted Tina for the first time when she came down to the dock for a late morning swim. Staring at the girl through his binoculars, she almost took Joe’s breath away. She hadn’t grown much if at all during the past eight months, but something about her was dramatically different. Ten-year-old Tina had reached that rare moment of perfection between being an adorable child and a stunningly beautiful young girl. Maybe it was just his first sight of the lovely creature after all the months of waiting and fantasizing; but whatever the reason, Joe orgasmed powerfully the moment he started rubbing himself. 
   Later, after he’d come down from his sexual high, Joe thought, Still ain’t hardly got no tits. Nevertheless, he had to get his hands on the girl -- and soon! The fire that had been lit nine months previous in the general store had grown into a raging conflagration.

   Each day around noon, Tina came down to the pond for her swim. And each day her beautiful young face and enticing little body drove Joe wild with frustrated desire. Because whether it was by coincidence or intent, Tina’s parents never seemed to let her out of their sight for more than a few minutes at a time. By the end of the tenth day, the lust crazed Joe was ready to kill Mr. and Mrs. Randall, if that was the only way to get at the girl. Jerking off under the stimulation if his sadistic fantasies no longer was enough. He needed the real thing, and nobody was going to stop him getting it! But he cooled down some when he got back to his cabin, and decided to give it one more day. Somethin’ might happen. It did.

   The following morning Tina walked down to the dock alone wearing a minuscule, hot-raspberry string bikini. It was Joe’s favorite. (By now he was familiar with Tina’s entire bikini wardrobe.) She gracefully dived into the pond, and after a brief swim, climbed back onto the dock to dry herself in the sun. The girl languidly stretched herself out on a beach towel, and Joe unzipped his fly, and began to stroke himself off.
   Joe’s hidden vantage point was only fifty or sixty yards from the dock, and sound carries well over water. So when a few minutes later Mr. Randall came to the top of the road and called down to his daughter, Joe was able to hear everything he said.
  “Hey, sweety! Your mom and I have to go down to the village for about an hour. Are you going to be all right staying by yourself? You can come with us if you want.”
   Tina said something that Joe couldn’t quite make out.
  “Okay then. Be careful, and don’t swim out to the deep part. And don’t forget your sunscreen!”
   Tina waved in reply, and Mr. Randall went back up to the house.
   Joe wondered, What’n hell be sunscreen? Then he suddenly woke up and realized, This be it! The mountain man hurriedly crammed his rigid cock back into his dirty jeans, and waited impatiently until he saw Tina’s parents get into the Blazer. Then Joe charged off through the quarter mile of thick pine forest to where his pickup was hidden. He jumped in and drove the four miles of county highway around Luckless Mountain to the entrance of Beaver Springs Road, his heart pounding with excitement all the way. But as he was pulling up in front of the summer house, Joe thought, Git a hold o’ yerself, boy, or yer be fuckin’ this up. Joe parked the truck and sat behind the wheel for a minute. Then he took a deep breath, got out and called down to the girl: “Yer momma wants yer up to the house.” It was most Joe had said aloud in a month.
   Tina looked up with surprise and asked, “Who are you?”
   Dumbfounded for a moment, Joe replied, “I’m, er, fixin’ the well.” He didn’t like all this talking.
   The little girl was puzzled. I didn’t know anything was wrong with the water. And why did daddy and mommy come back so soon? Oh well, it’s almost time for lunch, anyway. Tina slipped on her beach thongs, picked up her towel and ran up the small incline; but when she got to the road she looked around and asked, “Where’s daddy’s car?”
   Joe just stared at Tina’s lovely pubescent body without saying anything. Then without warning, he roughly grabbed the girl around her naked waist and clapped his meaty paw over her mouth. There were muffled cries as she struggled wildly to escape.
   Joe growled menacingly and said, “Quit yer squrmin!” But Tina continued to scream and thrash about in his arms. So without a second thought, Joe slammed the girl’s head up against a tree trunk, stunning her momentarily. He carried the semiconscious Tina over to his pickup, laid her down on the flatbed and used a short length of sash cord to tie her hands behind her back. Then as she moaned and struggled weakly, he tied a longer length of cord around Tina’s graceful neck and used its other end to tightly bind her slender ankles together in the classic choker hogtie. Finally he gagged Tina with an old rag and stood up. The feel of soft young girl flesh in his rough hands made Joe hard, and when he looked down at the all but naked body of his helpless little captive, Joe thought, This be good, real good! 
   Joe covered the tightly bound girl with an old horse blanket and put a dingy canvas tarp on top of that. He retrieved Tina’s towel and one of her little beach thongs that had fallen off in the struggle, and tossed both into the back of the pickup. Then Joe climbed behind the wheel and set off on the twelve-mile drive to the shack, not quite believing that it was finally happening. Gloating over his little prize and eagerly anticipating what he intended doing to her, Joe was too preoccupied to notice that he passed only one out-of-state big rig and no cars at all on the two-lane county highway. Unwashed Smoke House Joe had made a squeaky-clean getaway.

   Bouncing on the hard metal truck bed shook the stunned little girl back to full consciousness, only to have her awaken in darkness and to the stifling smell of the foul old horse blanket. Tina struggled against her painfully tight bonds, but that only tightened the sash cord around her throat and choked her. Lying there, gasping for breath in the smothering darkness, the helpless little girl was terrified to the point of hysteria. 
   Joe turned off onto the long-unused wagon track that led to within a mile of the prospector’s shack, and as the ancient Dodge bucked and lurched over the wagon ruts, he thought, Li’l’ piece must be havin’ a real pony ride back there. It was much worse than that. Tina was in serious trouble. The gag had partially worked itself loose, but she was being tossed around so much, the hog-tie cord was tightening around her neck more and more. Gagging and gasping for breath, it wouldn’t be long until the sash cord was tight enough to strangle her to death. If Tina‘s “pony ride” didn‘t end soon, Joe wouldn’t have a live little girl to rape and kill.
   Blissfully unaware of how close his carefully laid plans were to ruins, Joe hauled his old clunker over the last half-mile of wagon ruts, and then turned off into the forest. It was just another hundred yards or so to the thicket of scrub pines where he would hide the truck. Joe parked and got out, thinking, Be time fer some real fun. But as soon as he pulled the tarp and blanket off his little captive, Joe knew that something had gone wrong. Tina’s face was turning blue, and she was lying motionless with her tongue limply hanging from her mouth. The girl wasn’t breathing! Joe quickly removed her gag and untied the choking cord that was digging into her tender neck. Then Joe balled his fist and thumped Tina hard in her solar plexus. There was a strangled wheeze, and she began coughing and gasping for air. Joe grinned. He’d seen things strangle before, and when he saw that Tina’s color was beginning to return to normal, he knew the girl would live. So he went back to the cab and carefully rechecked the contents of his pack.
   It was all there; a three-day supply of trail rations and rough cut, a reload for his rifle, cord, rope, a quart of rotgut rye; and, of course, his beloved whip. What more could a man want? Joe was all set for the time of his life. He put on his backpack, picked up his hunting rifle and went back to the recovering little girl. Joe ogled Tina’s perfectly proportioned young body for a minute or so, then he untied her ankles and put the beach thongs back on her feet. 
   Terrified by her near-fatal strangling, Tina didn’t resist. She just shivered and stared at the huge bearded man through teary eyes. Now she recognized him as the man who used to stare at her so intently in the general store. But why did he take me to this place? Why is he doing these awful things to me? This was all so horribly different from the loving experiences of her pampered life. In shock from her violent abduction and the man’s silent cruelty, the innocent ten-year-old girl was struck dumb with fear. 
    Seeing the child’s breathing had returned to normal, Joe lifted her off the truck and set her on the ground; but her legs were wobbly, and with her arms still tied behind her back, she lost her balance and toppled into a bed of pine needles. Tina looked up at the towering mountain man, found her voice, and meekly asked, “W-why are you doing this to me?”
    The man grunted.
    With tears welling up in her eyes and fear rising in her throat, Tina pleaded, “Please, mister, let me go home!” 
    But Joe just grunted again and roughly lifted the girl back onto her feet. Then he motioned with his rifle that he wanted her to start walking. But Tina just stood there cringing in fear. So Joe picked up a fallen tree branch and whacked the girl across the back of her supple young thighs. Tina yelped in pain, and haltingly began to move in the direction he had pointed out. Joe loved the way the stick felt in his hands when it slammed into the firm young flesh. So he beat the girl’s thighs again -- harder this time -- and was treated to little Tina’s first real scream. There would be many, many more.
   
RAPE  
   
Having walked behind Tina and watched her sexy little buns wiggle for almost half an hour, Joe was wild with predatory lust when they arrived at the shack. So he roughly shoved the girl inside, and padlocked the door shut behind him. Tina almost fell, but managed to keep her feet and back herself into the far corner. Grinning evilly at the badly frightened girl, Joe shucked his pack and un-zipped the fly of his dirty jeans. Then he slipped his hunting knife out of its sheath and advanced on his innocent prey. Seeing the huge man coming towards her with a vicious looking knife in his hand and his erect nine-inch cock sticking out before him, the girl cried out in terror and tried to squeeze her little body still further into the corner. Then with Joe standing directly in front of her, Tina stared wide-eyed at the razor-sharp hunting knife and whimpered, “P-please, please don’t stab me.”
   In reply, the silent Joe pressed the knife point into the small patch of fabric that covered the girl’s barely beginning to bud left breast, until it pricked the soft little mound of flesh beneath. Tina squealed, more from fear than pain, and tried to squirm away. But Joe grabbed her by the throat and pinned the struggling girl into the corner. Then, instead of stabbing her, he used the knife to cut off Tina’s bikini top. Joe tossed the knife away and pinched one of the girl’s fear hardened little nipples between his thumb and forefinger, and twisted it until she was crying with pain and begging him to stop. Hurting the beautiful school girl sent waves of sexual pleasure flooding through his loins, so Joe grasped both of Tina’s sensitive young nipples and brutally squeezed and twisted them until she was screaming in agony. To the horrified ten-year-old, it felt as if her nipples were being torn completely off her heaving chest. To Smoke House Joe, it felt like he was in heaven. 
    Girlish screams were music to Joe’s ears, but this was only the beginning, and Tina’s screams of pain and terror had pushed Joe beyond the point of arousal. He knew he was close to ejaculating, without even having touched his throbbing cock. So to save himself for better things to come, Joe forced himself to stop mauling Tina’s prepubescent breasts. He had fantasized for months about all the ways he wanted to hurt this girl, and now he was determined to make her last long enough for all of them to be possible. He wanted to be certain to enjoy every minute of her suffering, which meant that Joe had to show some restraint and pace both his pleasure and the girl‘s torture. But the one pleasure he had fantasized about the most could no longer be denied. Joe needed to feel his cock thrusting inside the moist depths of this ten-year-old virgin’s sexy little body.  
   He released Tina‘s aching baby breasts, and as she slumped to the floor, crying in pain, Joe was pleased to see that he had actually squeezed a drop of blood out of the girl’s left nipple. He let the sobbing child recover and himself cool down for a few minutes. Then he retrieved the hunting knife and returned to his captive. Seeing Joe advance on her again, knife in hand, Tina cried out in terror: “Please don’t hurt me again!! Pleeease!!!”
   But Joe, as usual, said nothing, which frightened the girl even more. He silently lifted Tina onto her feet and quickly cut off her small bikini bottom to reveal her bald little Venus mound. Joe licked his lips in anticipation, and dragged the cringing girl over to the musty old mattress.
   Tina looked up at the huge bearded man and whimpered, “W-what are you going to do to me?”
   Joe grunted and finally broke his ominous silence by growling, “Gonna rape yer.”
   The preteen girl had only a vague idea of what rape meant, but what she did know was enough to start her crying again. And between sobs she pleaded, “Please! Please don’t do that to me! Pleeease! I don‘t want a baby inside me!!”
   This was altogether too much talking for Joe, so he balled his massive fist and viciously smashed it into the little girl’s stomach. Tina shrieked and doubled over in pain. With her arms tied behind her back, the force of the blow knocked her onto the raunchy mattress. Joe liked the way Tina’s naked young body flexed when he hit her, so he grabbed a handful of her  golden-brown curls and cruelly pulled her back onto her feet. Holding her erect, he paused for a moment, and then punched the struggling girl in her lower belly, knocking the breath completely out of her. Joe punched her again, then again and again, alternating his savage blows between the pit of her stomach and her underbelly. Each time his fist slammed into her soft abdominal flesh, Tina’s body convulsed and doubled over. She tried to scream, but all that emerged from her gaping mouth were breathless squeaking gasps that were literally being pounded out of her. Joe loved it, but he knew that it wouldn‘t take much to beat a delicate girl like Tina to death. So he drove his fist into the defenseless school girl’s midsection one last time, and reluctantly let her fall onto the mattress. Then he stood back to enjoy watching her delicious body writhe in pain while she desperately gasped for air. Looking down at the battered fifth grader, Joe smiled and thought, That knocked the fight out o’ her. She be good’n ready now. Powerfully aroused by the girl’s pain, Joe was more than ready as well.

   At just four-foot-five, Tina was small for her age, and every part of her petite body was proportionally diminutive and delicate, and when stocky, six-foot Joe saw the little petal-like lips of her undersized genitals, he thought, Squeezin’ in there’s gonna be a bit o’ work. Which suited him just fine, since it was certain to be extremely painful for the girl.
   Tina had defensively curled herself into the fetal position. So Joe rolled the girl onto her back, and reached between her sexy young thighs with his right hand. Then he forced his thick index finger just far enough into her vagina to stroke her clit to see if he could get some girl juices flowing. But she just whimpered in discomfort as she felt Joe’s calloused finger moving obscenely inside the most intimate part of her body. Tina would have begged him to stop, had she not been terrified that Joe would start punching her aching belly again.  
   Becoming intoxicated by Tina’s soap-and-water-clean, sweet-little-girl smell, Joe soon tired of simply molesting her. He removed his finger from the child, and smiled as he thought, Dry hole. Looks like she’s gonna git it the hard way. 
   Tina began crying again as Joe spread Tina’s legs apart and pressed his nine-inch cock against her naked little pussy lips. Bound though she was, Tina tried to squirm away from her attacker, but with one massive hand, Joe grasped the girl’s slender waist and pulled her onto himself, slowly increasing the pressure until the girl’s sobs turned into squeals of pain as she felt herself being stretched open to admit him into her defenseless body. Joe had forced his thick cock head almost all the way through the girl’s vaginal muscle when she felt something inside her tear. She screamed, and Joe groaned with pleasure. This was going even better than he’d hoped. He’d hardly gotten started on the girl; hadn’t even popped her cherry, and already his cock was hurting her badly. Joe’s desire to torture lovely little Tina was, if anything, even greater than his need to rape her. Now each lust was complementing the other and beginning to raise his sexual pleasure to unbelievable heights.  
   Though it had been painfully stretched, the girl’s vaginal channel still was incredibly tight. So Joe, holding the tip of his cock inside the struggling girl, gripped and lifted her waist with two hands, got up on his knees, and then forced her body onto his cock with one powerful motion. Joe felt his huge weapon tear Tina’s hymen and force its way into the fragile barrier of her cervix. The little girl gasped, her body stiffened; then her back arched and she shrieked in agony. Joe snorted like a bull bison in rut. This was the way fucking was supposed to be!
   Crying in pain, the skewered school girl squirmed about wildly, but Joe held her impaled on himself for almost a minute to enjoy what her frantic struggles were doing to his deeply imbedded cock. Five of his nine inches was the most he could possibly jam inside the sobbing girl, but it was enough. Joe lifted Tina almost completely off his throbbing member, paused for a moment, and quickly pulled her all the way back onto himself again. And again she screamed. Joe looked down and saw that his huge cock was making a noticeable bulge in the little girl’s underbelly. No wonder she screamed each time he impaled her on himself!     
   Lubricated with blood from her ripped hymen and partially ruptured vaginal passage, Joe pulled Tina off his cock once again and then forced her back onto himself, harder this time. She shrieked and convulsively raised her dangling head and shoulders off the mattress as if she was trying to do a sit-up, which in her awkward position with her arms tightly bound behind her was just little Tina’s attempt to double over from the pain. His excitement building, Joe began to pull the bitterly sobbing little beauty off and on his cock with a slow, steady rhythm. The two-hundred pound mountain man was using the ten-year-old girl’s slight body to jerk himself off!
   Grunting with sexual pleasure, Joe picked up the pace -- harder, faster, hurting the girl more each time he impaled her. To hysterically screaming Tina, it felt like her insides were being beaten and torn apart at the same time. Joe wanted more!
   Still Harder! Still faster! With each intensely painful blow to her immature womb feeling like it was about to destroy her, the helpless little girl was being flailed about like a rag doll. Panicked beyond reason, she thought, He’s killing meee!! Nothing else could hurt this bad!!! She was wrong. 
   Feeding on Tina’s pain and desperation, Joe’s plans for slowly pacing her torture evaporated. Caught up in the ferocity of his sadistic attack, he needed to hurt this innocent young girl more than she’d ever been hurt before or could ever be hurt again. He wanted to fuck her exquisite little body to death! He wanted to kill her with his pleasure engorged cock! If he continued savagely battering Tina’s insides much longer, he might succeed.
   But Joe’s sexual excitement had risen to the bursting point, and he knew he couldn’t last another minute. So he pulled Tina onto himself as hard as he could, and at the same time he thrust his hips forward and into her with terrible force. The calloused fingers grasping the girl’s slender waist sunk into her abdomen as Joe gritted his teeth and increased his weapon’s near-killing pressure on her pubescent genitals. Tina’s head snapped back. She gagged, her little body shuddered convulsively and the long, piercing scream of a young girl’s unbearable sexual agony resounded throughout the old shack. Just then -- at the very instant when his plundering cock was about to rupture through the devastated girl’s cervix -- with a wild bellow of animal lust, Joe’s massive ejaculation exploded inside her! Panting in orgasmic ecstasy while his balls pumped load after load into the brutally raped school girl, Joe looked down just in time to see a pink stream of blood and cum squirt out the side of Tina’s cock-stuffed vagina and splash against his hairy left thigh. It didn’t get any better than this!
   The ravaged little girl was gagging on the pain with a stunned look in her eyes. Then, after a long shuddering inhale, she began to cry as if her heart was breaking. Nothing in her sheltered life could possibly have prepared Tina for the horror of what the huge man had just done to her; and beyond the pain she was badly frightened by the strange things she could feel happening inside her body. Do I have a baby inside me? I want my mommy and daddy!!! Before her abduction Tina had been as mature as any fifth grader should be, but the savage rape had regressed her back to the terrors of early childhood. Now she knew monsters really existed that were far crueler than the ogres from her juvenile nightmares, evil fiends whose greatest pleasure was hurting little girls inside their bottoms -- and one of them had her in his clutches!
   Drained in more ways than one, Joe finally withdrew from Tina with a wet sucking noise, and let her limp body fall onto the mattress. He glanced down at the crying girl as her lovely head rocked from side to side in pain and despair. Even in her battered condition she looked so sweet and innocently vulnerable, a fleeting, very uncharacteristic thought flashed through his mind. Could he ever have loved a girl like Tina? The truth immediately shot back: No! He needed her agony infinitely more than he could ever need her love. Shaking the ridiculous thought out of his head, Joe considered what to do to his victim next. He was fucked out, but that didn’t diminish his desire to torture the girl. Though the chamber was empty for the moment, Joe’s piece was still sporting a raging hard-on, and he wondered what it would be like to feel it go soft inside the girl. She wouldn’t like it none, ’n’ that be good ’nuf fer me. 
   Tina again felt something pressing against the bruised entrance to her aching vagina, and she scarcely had time to sob, “Don’t! Please!!! It hurts so bad!!! before Joe grunted and forced as much of his cock that fit all the way inside her again. Tina cried out and writhed in pain. She tried to squirm away from her torturer, but Joe grabbed the struggling girl’s shoulders and held her firmly pinned to the mattress. Then something odd happened. He did nothing for almost a minute. Holding himself motionless inside Tina‘s body, he stared down at her adorable young face framed by its tousled halo of golden-brown curls.
   The man’s huge thing was hurting Tina’s battered vaginal passage, but not as badly as when he was moving it in and out of her. Then the internal pressure on the girls brutally stretched little vagina began to lessen, but Tina was still whimpering in pain when she summoned up enough courage to open her teary eyes and look at the bearded face that leered down at her. A dollop of spittle leaked out of the man’s mouth and struck her cheek, and in spite of her fear Tina grimaced and turned her head away in disgust. Joe thought, Uppity ‘lil’ chicken. This’ll teach ’er some manners! He grasped and squeezed the girl’s left nipple that still was a little bloody from its earlier mauling. Tina screamed, but it didn’t help Joe one bit. His cock had gone completely soft inside the little girl. 
   Still angered by the ten-year-old’s revulsion, Joe forced her head back and growled. “Lookit me, bitch!” As Tina peered up at him fearfully, Joe thought, Lemmie give the ‘li’l cunt somethin’ ta really be scared about! Letting go of her mangled nipple, Joe grasped the girl’s slender, white neck and started to squeeze. There was a strangled little cough as Tina’s eyes opened wide with terror. Joe loved it! He squeezed a bit harder. 
   Tina thought the man was really going to kill her this time, but with his powerful hands painfully tightening around her throat, the little girl could only manage to hoarsely whisper, “...can’t ...breathe! .........please! ........don‘t ...kill ...me!” 
   Joe loved to hear a little girl beg for her life, and he began to feel a faint stirring of pleasure in his loins as he tightened his grip on Tina’s neck still more. The girl’s mouth opened and closed, but her desperate pleas had become wordless squeaking gurgles. He squeezed harder. Tina’s little pink tongue was forced out of her gaping mouth; and as Joe continued to choke her he was surprised feel his cock growing inside the girl’s body and again becoming a cruel instrument of sexual torture. Yeah! Squeeze the life outta the ‘li’l piece! That’ll git me good ‘n’ hard again! Within less than thirty seconds, Joe’s rigid weapon was again violently plunging in and out of his victim’s sweet young body. 
   Tina Randall was in serious trouble. She desperately tried to escape the man’s murderous assault, but with his hands painfully squeezing her windpipe shut and his huge thing mercilessly pounding into her battered cervix again, she could only manage to squirm feebly in Joe’s death grip. In spite of it being a scene of terrible violence, the shack became ominously silent except for Joe’s panting grunts and Tina’s pathetic little gurgles. Strangling the beautiful child while he fucked her was making this even more exciting than her first rape. Joe was entering paradise by sending an innocent little girl through the gates of hell.
   Another minute of Tina’s obscene torture passed -- then another. And still Joe continued to savage the defenseless girl with his coking hands and stabbing cock. Tina’s eyes bulged. Her lovely face flushed red and then began to turn blue, while silent tears of pain streamed down her cheeks. 
   The beast was loose again! Joe fucked Tina harder and faster, with each savage thrust threatening to rupture through her weakening cervical wall. And still he choked the life out of the little girl, reveling in the look of absolute horror in her crying eyes. Tina’s vision began to blur, and added to the excruciating pains in her genitals and lower belly, her bursting lungs felt like they had been set on fire. Driven beyond fear by unendurable agony, the ten-year-old girl was learning there were far worse things than dying.
   After being strangled and raped with the utmost violence for almost four minutes, Tina’s ineffectual struggles finally ceased, and she was staring vacantly into space when her little body shuddered and began to twitch spastically in its pre-death convulsions. Each agonizing spasm that passed through the throttled girl involuntarily tightened her partially ruptured vaginal muscle around Joe’s thrusting member, sending him over the top with mindless pleasure. He’d never felt anything remotely like this! Joe was too far gone to care that he was killing the girl. Out of control, he couldn’t stop himself from strangling the lovely school girl to death, while his massive cock continued to pound her delicate insides bloody. Then, at last, Tina’s petite body contorted beneath him, her eyes rolled back in her head, and Joe detonated in a stunningly intense orgasm as his churning gonads injected their loads of spunk into the dying little girl.
   Out of breath and nearly out of his mind with pleasure, Joe rolled off Tina’s motionless body. It wasn’t until minutes later that he noticed the girl was still breathing. He didn’t care if she had been strangled into unconsciousness or passed out from the pain, or both. All that mattered was that she was alive and still able to suffer horribly at his hands. Joe was delighted. Everything he had hoped and planned for throughout the long winter months was coming true.
   Joe knocked down a few ounces of rotgut. Then feeling remarkably refreshed, he started thinking about the next exciting round of girl torture, and to his surprise he felt his deflated cock stir and  slowly begin to rise.  
   
   Tina awoke suddenly to a searing pain in her right thigh that brought fresh tears to her eyes. When her vision cleared, the frightened and exhausted girl saw she had been tied belly-down and spread-eagled on the mattress, and the man was kneeling beside her with his thick leather belt in his right hand. Joe raised his right arm over his head, paused for a moment and then slammed the heavy belt into the back of Tina’s left thigh with terrific force. There was a loud thud as black leather met pink girl flesh, and Tina felt a blinding shock of pain flash through her leg. She screamed! And Joe began to slowly stroke himself off with his left hand.
    Out of the corner of her eye Tina saw the man raise the belt again, and she cried out, “Nooo!!! Don’t!!! Pleeeease!!!!”
   Tina’s desperate plea for mercy stimulated the pleasure centers of Joe’s throbbing cock and seemed to harden it a bit more as he continued to jerk off. Torturing this exquisite little female had become the most powerful turn on of his life. One or two orgasms in a day had always been enough to finish him. Now, incredibly, he was on the verge of coming for the third time in less than two hours. The adorable girl’s screams of pain were better cock stiffeners than a double dose of Viagra.
   Instead of answering Tina, Joe silently stared at her beautiful pubescent torso and allowed his sadistic lust to build. Thinking the man had stopped beating her, Tina’s sobs quieted to plaintive little whimpers. Then, without warning, Joe smashed the belt into Tina’s firm young butt with enough force to make her tightly bound body bounce on the mattress. The brutalized girl screamed again and again, as Joe began to mercilessly belt-whip her while he stroked himself into sexual bliss.
   Joe repeatedly pounded the heavy, two-inch-wide belt into the writhing girl. He flogged her from her legs to her shoulder blades, but he concentrated most of the devastatingly painful blows on her supple thighs, cute little rump and the small of her back, which seemed to hurt her worst of all. Each time the belt slammed into the small of Tina’s back with the impact of a kidney punch, her entire body spasmed and she exploded with a piercing scream that sent another wave of pleasure surging through Joe’s massive cock. With a ravenous look in his eyes, Joe started beating the little girl faster and faster, until the vicious blows were raining down on her defenseless body so rapidly she was unable to claw in enough air between screams. 
   Suddenly it stopped, and Tina lay there with her naked body shaking with gasping sobs. Joe had been beating the girl with his belt folded double. Now he uncoiled it, and let the buckle end dangle. He continued jerking off until he felt his passion rise to the busting point. Then he twirled the belt around his head, took aim between the girl’s legs and swung with all his might. The heavy studded buckle slammed into the child’s abused cunt with incredible force. Blood spurted! Tina shrieked in agony! Her body convulsed violently; and with a strangled gasp she went completely limp. At this perfect moment, Joe orgasmed powerfully, squirting his spurting load of cum onto the angry welts and bruises that covered the unconscious ten-year-old girl from her calves to her shoulders. 

   Even Joe was a little surprised at how much he’d loved hurting Tina. Nothing he could remember had ever made him feel this good. Breathing heavily and still shaking with the pleasure of torturing the little girl, Joe took a few minutes to cool down. Then, feeling more relaxed and satisfied than he had in years, Joe ate two packs of trail rations and some beef jerky, and washed it all down with more whisky. This was living! He thought about trying to revive the girl to torture her again, but he knew it was too soon to get his cock up for another round, and he also thought that he might have done more to the girl than he should if he expected her to live through another full day of torture. So he decided to take it easy, and think over his plans for getting off on slaughtering the prettiest little girl he‘d ever seen.. 
    
   Night had fallen by the time Tina regained consciousness. Bathed in the soft light of three lanterns, even in her battered condition, she still was incredibly desirable. Looking at her lying there naked, totally defenseless with her petite body bound to the mattress, Joe became powerfully aroused again and unable to resist raping the devastated preteen one more time. He didn’t know if he had enough left to shoot a fourth load of cum into the ravaged girl, but he would give it one hell of a try, 
   Tina passed out from the pain again towards the end of Joe’s viscous final assault, which he thought was just as well. He was completely drained by the intensity of the day’s pleasures. And besides, he thought, Ain’t used the whip on ‘er yet, ’n tomorrah’s gonna be a big day. 
   Joe hogtied the unconscious child and laid down beside her on the rancid mattress. He took a few swigs of rye to relax, but he didn't need any booz to give him sweet dreams of mayhem and the horribly painful deaths of hundreds of beautiful young girls.
 
SNUFF. 
   
   Joe awoke an hour after dawn, refreshed and eager to get started on his young captive. Years ago, he had seen an old library book that had a few woodcut engravings of medieval torture devices, such as the spiked wheel and the rack; but being a simple man, he didn’t think much of the idea. Don’t need no contraptions ta have lots o’ fun. Joe knew plenty of ways to hurt a young girl terribly, using nothing other than the size of his cock and the power of his bare hands. It was time to try a few more of them on sweet little Tina, on what would be the final morning of her short life.

   Joe got up and went outside to take a dump. When he returned he saw that Tina had awakened and was weekly struggling against her bonds. She looked up, and with a hoarse little whisper pleaded, “Thirsty.“ 
   Not having eaten or drunk anything for eighteen hours, the girl was becoming severely dehydrated. Joe had no intention of feeding her, but he knew Tina had to have some water if she was going to last much longer. That gave him an idea. Joe filled his canteen three-quarters full from one of the water jugs he’d stashed in the shack, and capped it with a few ounces of whisky, thinking “This ‘ll pep ‘er up some.” Then he untied the girl’s wrists that had been rubbed raw during her desperate struggles, and handed her the canteen. Tina lifted it to her parched lips with trembling hands and drank greedily, but she immediately began to choke and gag on the whisky’s biting taste. The girl nearly dropped the canteen. Joe reached out to grab it, but Tina pulled it to herself, and after a few moments hesitation, driven by her terrible thirst, she drank down most of its contents.
   Joe put his hand between Tina’s thighs and began fondling her sore genitals. The girl winced and squirmed away whimpering, “Please, mister, don’t. I have to go to the bathroom.” Joe reached for her crotch again, but she begged, “Please, mister, I really have to go.” He stared at her for a moment. Then he untied her ankles, and grumbled, “Piss outside.”
   The little girl stood up shakily and hesitantly walked towards the open doorway, but before she got there Tina cried out, clutched her belly and doubled over in pain. Severely bruised and battered internally by Joe’s vicious belly punches and three savage rapes, the girl was in urgent need of medical attention that she would never receive. Watching the injured child make her way out of the shack, Joe realized that regardless of the water he’d given her, his little torture toy wasn’t going to be around much longer. He was only mildly disappointed, because Tina was sure to live long enough for what he most wanted to do to her.
   Joe wasn’t concerned about the girl trying to escape in her weakened condition, so he stayed inside and tossed a length of clothesline over an exposed ceiling beam in the center of the shack. Knowing how much it would hurt a little girl like Tina, Joe had wanted to butt rape her at least once; but now he knew it would probably kill her, and that wasn’t the way he wanted to watch her die. Ten-year-old Tina Randall was going to be mercilessly flogged to death. Just thinking about killing the lovely young thing with his whip made Joe’s cock as stiff as a hickory board. He had murdered twice before. The first was a cute, fifteen-year-old hippy wannabe he’d picked up hitchhiking in 1968, and the second was a blonde, seventeen-year-old backpacker who became separated from a school hiking party in the spring of 1983. Joe enjoyed raping and torturing these girls, but what he had really gotten off on was killing them, and neither one sexually excited him nearly as much as beautiful little Tina. 
   Impatient to begin, Joe went after Tina who to his surprise had tried to escape after all, but she had only made it about thirty yards to the towering aspen under which she was lying. Her abdominal pains had somewhat abated for the moment, but she still was clutching her belly and moaning softly when Joe came over to her. The huge mountain man bent down, picked up the sixty-pound girl as if she was a feather, and carried her back to the shack. Feeling lighted headed and disorientated from the whisky-spiked water, Tina didn’t resist. Nor did she resist when Joe stood her in the center of the shack and tied her wrists together with one end of the dangling clothesline. And she just stood there meekly when Joe walked away to get the whip. The girl seemed to have given up and become resigned to her fate, but the truth was her young mind had been driven into overload by the hideous things that had been done to her. Tina’s fragile psyche had retreated to a secret hiding place that seemed to protect the innocent girl from the horrors that engulfed her. But it was a false haven that would instantly disappear with the first crack of the whip.
   Joe returned to the naked school girl carrying his most prized possession, but she just stared at the evil looking thing, seemingly oblivious to what was about to do to her. Joe looked Tina up and down, trying to etch every detail of her lovely face and luscious young body into his consciousness. Another winter would arrive soon, and he wanted vivid memories of these two incredible days to spark his masturbation fantasies during the long, dark nights to come. 

   After about a minute, with a characteristic grunt, Joe pulled on the loose end of the clothesline and hoisted the doomed little girl up onto her tiptoes. Tina just winced and whimpered softly from the rope’s painful bite into her chaffed wrists. Joe tied off the clothesline, stepped back a few feet, and lovingly caressed the handcrafted whip that was the symbol of his sadistic lusts. 
   Then, salivating like a wolf before a lamb, he raised his right arm and let fly with all his might. The whip slammed into the defenseless girl, striking in the center of her belly with a sickening crack. Her naked little body bucked wildly, and after a moment of stunned silence, Tina’s scream of agony filled the death shack. Not giving her time to recover, Joe backhanded the braided leather across the girl’s heaving chest with nearly enough force to crush her ribs. Another scream, and another vicious crack as the whip smashed into the small of the little girl’s back, quickly followed by another brutal backhand across the front of her pretty thighs. Tina was screaming constantly now, and desperately struggling to escape the killing pain. Joe paused for half a minute to stroke his cock while he watched the exquisite ten-year-old body writhe in the beginnings of its mortal agony. Then, without warning, the whip cracked into the sensitive back of Tina’s thighs. Another shriek, and another indescribable wave of pleasure flooded Joe’s cock. Blow after savage blow began to strike the helpless girl, raising angry, bleeding welts. Joe whipped Tina’s Legs, her back, her sweet little rump, but the most frequent and damaging blows fell on her chest and belly. Crueler than a psychotic beast of prey, Joe’s was being consumed by his sexual blood lust.
   Finally, after thirty or more near-killing blows had rained down on in the screaming girl, Joe paused to catch his breath. Then, summoning up every ounce of his strength and aiming carefully, Joe’s whip arm flashed with blinding speed, and the most savage blow of all slammed into little Tina’s lower belly. Her body jerked convulsively, and in mid-scream her head slumped forward onto her chest in a dead faint.
   Joe grabbed a three-gallon water jug and poured half its contents over the unconscious girl. Tina revived slowly. When she was able to see Joe standing before her, Tina looked up and in a weak voice hoarse from screaming, she whispered, “Please....no more.”
   Joe silently stepped away from the girl, picked up the whip, and struck her with three powerful blows in succession, in her back, her chest and her stomach. There were faint cries, then Tina’s body shuddered, and she passed out again. Joe brought the child around for the second time, but when he did he saw that internal injuries had caused Tina to start hemorrhaging through her vagina. Clearly the girl was finished.
   Joe was about to whip the girl for what would probably be the last time, but then he held back because he didn’t want Tina to escape her pain by passing out on him again. So the mountain man just stood there and masturbated with his left hand while his gorgeous young victim slowly died for his pleasure. At no time in Joe’s life had he experienced the erotic excitement and raw sexual power that he felt at this moment. Yet he craved still more from the final tortured moments of Tina’s life. He dropped the whip, retrieved his hunting knife and walked over to the dying little girl. She weakly raised her head, and looking up at the towering man through half-closed eyes, she managed to whisper one pathetic last word: “Why?”
   Joe’s answer was to plunge the blade into the subtle curve of Tina’s soft underbelly. Her sad eyes snapped open wide, along with her final piercing scream that faded into a gurgling, strangled gasp. Then her body began to jerk uncontrollably while Joe moved the razor-sharp knife in and out of her with an upward motion that cut open the little girl’s abdomen from her Venus mound to her solar plexus. In shock and overwhelmed by the excruciating pain, Tina stared down in horror as her living entrails began to slip out of the bleeding slit in her belly. 
   Transported to sexual nirvana by this ultimate atrocity, Joe stepped back to jerk off in ecstasy while he watched the adorable girl child die convulsed in the unspeakable agony of having been gutted alive. Involuntary tremors passed through Tina’s eviscerated little torso while she stared wide-eyed, locked in death’s cruel grip. After thirty more seconds of this hideous torture, she passed into the spasmodic shudders of her death throes, but before the dreadfully wounded Tina could mercifully slip into oblivion, Joe stepped over to the dying girl, lifted her up by her waist and stabbed his rigid cock all the way inside her belly. He violently thrust it in and out of her body half a dozen times. Then, ejaculating with a roar of triumphant rage, he pumped his final flood of sperm into Tina’s entrails while she feebly twitched her last. When Joe at last withdrew from her limp body, he saw there still was a faint flicker of awareness in the girl’s eyes. The innocent child had been spared nothing before she died -- not even the obscene horror of still being alive while she was gut-raped.
   Stunned by the erotic impact of Tina’s death and the physical intensity of his orgasm, Joe slumped against the shack wall and slid down to the rough pine floor, where he sat and stared at the dead girl for almost an hour before her got it together enough to start the cleanup.
   Later, Joe carried Tina out behind the shack, and unceremoniously dumped her destroyed little body into the waiting grave. As he shoveled the gritty, red Utah dirt on top of her, he wondered if he could ever again find a victim as beautiful as this ten-year-old school girl who had given him the greatest sex of his life. When he finished burying Tina, Joe walked away shaking his shaggy head dejectedly. No, it didn’t seem possible.
   
   These events occurred between the late summer of 1996 and the early summer of 1997. Now, in 2003, Joe still works in the Dingmans Rest smoke house every August through October. The old prospector’s shack still stands, but now it is surrounded by five small, unmarked graves. Spring is here, and Smoke House Joe is planning to dig a sixth. His endless, urgent search for another Tina Randall goes on.    
 
POST SCRIPT

Somehow, this fable took much longer to write than it should have, even for me, and if the first two-thousand words seemed like a bit of a tease, I didn‘t mean it to be that way. It’s just that I got caught up with the title character and what made him tick. Plus, I had never written in any detail about the stalking and abduction of the beautiful young snuff victims in my erotic horrors. My hope is that by doing so it built some suspense and heightened anticipation for the dark delights to come. In any event, Joe does finally get down and dirty with gorgeous little Tina, and with a savage enthusiasm that I hope was enjoyed. Each of my stories is an experiment in perverse erotic stimulation. They are, of course, pure fantasy, but by adding elements of realism to and fleshing out the characters a bit, I hope the fantasy becomes a little more believable and ultimately more titillating. Therefore, all comments on how well this has, or hasn’t, been accomplished are welcome and much appreciated. (If you think my stories are too long, You’ll get no argument from me.)

All events, persons and places in this story were fictitious, possibly including Utah. Questions and criticisms are always welcome. Complaints about the nature of the subject matter will be ignored.

Floyd Thursby
02/21/02

Modified and expanded: 7/13/02, 1/20/03, 5/13/03