WARNING! ADULTS ONLY! The following is an extreme work of erotic horror fiction that graphically describes the multiple torture rapes and brutal killing of a preteen girl. All persons, places and events are fictitious. If you are offended by this type of adult 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

NOTE: This is a revised and expanded version of an earlier story with the same title.

THE ARCHERY CLUB by JOEL CAIRO

 REUNION  

   Dr. Zack whistled a happy little tune as he drove his SUV through the sunny countryside on his way to the annual meeting of a unique and ultra-exclusive archery club. It was his turn to supply the target for this year’s meet, and when he thought of the remarkable girl who was bound and gagged under the tarp in the back of his Ford Explorer, he knew the other two club members would be more than pleased with this cute-as-a-button little blonde. Having met online during the early days of the internet, all three were professional men; Dr. Zachariah Smith, pediatrician; Dr. Jack Watson, research pharmacologist; and Sam Steinberg esquire, corporate attorney. They had something else in common as well. For each of them life’s greatest pleasure was raping and torturing pretty young girls to the absolute limits of their endurance, and then brutally killing them in one of the most gruesome ways imaginable. Reveling in the pseudo-erotic contortions of a little girl’s body as she died in unspeakable agony was the ultimate sexual turn-on of their jaded lives.

   As he drove to their secluded meeting place -- a long-deserted logging camp deep in the woods of Michigan’s Upper Peninsula  -- Dr. Zack thought, with mounting excitement, about the terrified child striped down to nothing but her little strawberry print panties, and who he could hear futilely struggling against her bonds. At just 4‘3“ and a slight sixty-one pounds she was a bit small for her age, but as he had good reason to know, quite healthy. She would last, and suffer, for a long time. Smiling evilly, he called out, “Don’t waste your strength, sweetheart. You’ll need all of it for what’s going to happen to you in a little while.” 
   Her name was Sissy Wilson, and being one of his young patients, Dr. Zack had abducted her against his better judgment. For obvious reasons of safety, he would much preferred to have stalked and kidnapped a suitable target from a distant town, as he had done three times in the past. But! When her mother first brought little Sissy into his office for her annual checkup, he knew that he must have this adorable child to satisfy his sadistic lusts. Dr. Zack was completely enthralled by her innocent beauty, and as his examining hands roamed over the soft skin and subtle curves of the girl’s delicious, nearly pubescent body, the pediatrician fantasized about all the terrible ways he could hurt her. Now that he had the adorable preteen in his grasp, Dr Zack was determined that his darkest desires and those of his friends would be realized in every cruel detail. Sweet little Sissy’s death would not be quick or easy.

   When Dr. Zack hauled his new SUV over the final overgrown mile of unpaved logging road and entered the deserted camp, the others were already there and eagerly waiting for the first sight of this year’s living sacrifice.
   Sam the lawyer waved and called out in greeting, “Hi, Zack! What have you got for us? Hope it’s something special!”
  “Yeah,” added Jack. “Am I ever ready for this!”
   Pulling up next to his friends, the doctor smiled and said, “Take a peek in the back, and judge for yourselves.”
   Sam opened the Explorer’s rear hatch, pulled off the tarp that covered Sissy‘s nearly naked body, and after a few moments of silence he said, “Excellent. She‘s lovely.”
   Jack, his eyes feasting on their helpless prize, said, “Lovely? Hell, Sam, she’s gorgeous! Just look at those baby-blues and that long blonde hair -- not to mention her hot little body! Where did you find her, Zack? Is she some kind of child model?”
  “Nope. She’s just a healthy little all-American girl who happened to stroll into my office two months ago.”
  “Amazing. How old is she?”
  “Just turned nine last week. Isn’t that so, Sissy?”
  “Murrrfff murff...”
   Sam said, “Take her gag off and let the little cutie speak for her self, Zack.”
   When he did, the terrified child looked at each of the wickedly smiling men in turn, and in a quavering voice asked, “W-where am I? Where did you t-take me?”
   Sam answered, “This is the last place you’ll ever be.”
  “W-what does he mean, Dr. Zack? What are you g-going to do to me?”
  “You’ll find out soon enough,” he replied coldly.
  “Please, Dr. Zack, let me go. I wanna go home! I wanna go home!
  “Come on, Zack. Let’s get started on her,” said Jack. “I’ve been waiting for this all year.”
  “He’s right,” added Sam. “There’s no sense in taking our time with this one. Just looking at her has my cock almost busting out of my jeans!”
   The slow, horrific process of torturing another innocent young girl to death was about to begin.

FOREPLAY
   
   They carried the struggling child onto a large wooded platform -- a leftover from logging days -- and laid her on her back. As little Sissy whimpered and sobbed in fear, Jack untied her and then retied her hands over her head and attached the rope to a spike that had been driven into the platform. While she could have no concept of the horror to come, Sissy instinctively knew that these men wanted to do something terrible to her. 
   Leering down at the petrified girl, Jack said, “Hmmm...I like your strawberry panties, Sissy. I love eating strawberries -- almost as much as I love eating delicious little girls like you.” Sissy’s eyes widened in terror. Did he mean it? Was he really going eat her as ogres sometimes ate little girls in fairy tails? Stunned by her brutal abduction, the naive child was ready to believe anything.
   When Jack finished binding the girl, he asked Zack, “Have you raped her yet?”
  “No. I thought you guys would enjoy watching her get her little pussy stretched for the first...and, of course, last time.”
   Sam chuckled and said, “Considerate of you, Zack, very considerate. I’ll set up my three digital camcorders so we’ll have something to keep us warm during the long winter nights. He got out his video equipment and positioned it at different angles to capture every cruel aspect of the brutal child rape to come, while Zack striped down, revealing his already rigid nine inch cock.
   As soon as Sam appeared to be finished, Zack asked, “Are you ready with the video?”
   Sam called out in a mock German director‘s accent, “Lights, camera, action!”
   Zack turned and looked down into Sissy’s beautiful blue eyes, and asked in a voice that was almost a growl, “Do you know what rape is?’
   Sniffling back tears, she answered, “N-n-no.”
   Waving his cock in front of the little girl‘s face, Zack said darkly, “Well, Sissy, it means I’m going to put this big ugly thing between your legs and push it all the way inside you, very deep inside you. And do you know what else?”
  “Please don’t do that to me, Dr. Zack! Pleeease!” 
  “Shut up!” And without warning Zack viciously punched the little girl in the pit of her stomach, knocking the breath out of her.
  “I said, do you know what else?”
   In shock and painfully struggling to breathe, Sissy just made gasping noises. 
  “I said!” Zack shouted, “do you know what else?”
   Finally, in a strangled little voice, Sissy was able to say, “N-no.”
  “Well, it’s going to hurt like hell. It’s going to hurt much, much worse than that punch in your belly.” He smiled and added, “Because I love hurting little girls more than anything.”
   Sissy started crying bitterly as Zack used a small pocket knife to cut away her panties to reveal her bald little cunt slit. Forcing his thick cock -- un-lubricated but for a few drops of pre-cum -- into her tiny vagina would be tough going, but since it would be extremely painful for the girl, it would be more than worth the extra effort. Eager to begin the child’s torment, he spread her pretty little thighs apart. Then Zack lay down between Sissy’s legs, pressed his throbbing member against her delicate cunt lips and asked facetiously, “Are you ready, sweetheart?”
  “N-no, Dr. Zack! P-please don’t hurt me! ...pleeease! .......oh! ..oh! ..no! ..don't! ..aoow! ....aaoooow!”
   With the look of a lust crazed beast in his eyes, Zack grunted with the effort of working himself into the delectable young body of his virgin prey. Sobbing in pain, to nine-year-old Sissy it felt as if she was slowly being split in two. Turning towards his pleased companions, Zack said, “Guys, you wouldn’t believe how tight this kids is!” Then looking down, Zack saw that only an inch of his thick cock head had penetrated the crying child. So, grinning sardonically he increased the pressure and slowly forced his rock-hard weapon through the little girl’s vaginal muscle. Sissy screamed in pain, and Zack groaned in mindless pleasure.  
   He paused for a few moments to drink in the child’s suffering -- and prolong his pleasure. “This is fantastic! Haven’t even popped her cherry yet!” Then, with a sudden powerful thrust he drove through the girl’s hymen, feeling her tear inside as his cock forced its way up to fragile barrier of her cervical wall. Sissy arched her back and shrieked in agony.
   Delighted with the cruel spectacle, Jack shouted his encouragement, “That’s it, Zack! Make her feel it!”
   The sadistic pediatrician needed no prompting. Though her vaginal passage was obscenely stretched almost to the point of being torn open, the little girl still was unbelievably tight; but lubricated with his pre cum and her blood it was a bit easier to pull back and then slam all the way into her again with awful force. Rewarded with another piercing shriek, he shouted at Sissy, “That’s it, little girl, scream! Scream your heart out! Let us know how much it hurts!” And she was hurt, terribly. Deep inside her, the pain was far more intense than the most severe belly ache she‘d ever had. It would only get worse -- much worse. Driven by the bizarre need to make this adorable little girl suffer as much as possible, Zack began pounding into her as hard and as fast as he could, each vicious thrust jolting Sissy’s petite body hard enough to drive much of the air out of her lungs. Over and over again! She screamed, she gagged, barely able to catch her breath between the savage blows to her delicate womb. Zack was hurting Sissy internally more that any little girl was meant to be hurt. The merciless plunder of the nine-year-old’s immature genitals continued without letup until even her bladder was on the verge of rupturing. It wasn’t enough for Zack. He needed more! The girl’s agony had to be absolute! His powerful hands closed around Sissy’s delicate neck and began to choke the life out of her.
   Jerking himself off, his eyes glazed with passion, Jack yelled out again, “Yeah! Hurt her, Zack! Strangle her! Fuck the little tease to death!!!”
   Another brutal minute passed, and beyond the excruciating pain of her sexual torture little Sissy Wilson was in deep trouble. Zack was squeezing her throat even harder. Her tongue was being forced out of her gaping mouth, and her terror-filled eyes began to noticeably bulge out of her head. Still, Zack relentlessly pounded into the child’s body as he strangled her. Each vicious blow to her virgin cervix send a blinding shock of pain through Sissy’s womb and deep into her belly. She desperately tried to scream, but all that escaped the girl’s constricted throat were faint gurgling squeaks. Finally, after almost four more minutes of this hellish torment, Sissy’s face began to turn blue; her eyes fluttered and rolled back in her head, while her slender torso began to jerk and spasm in pre-death convulsions. Then, with three particularly savage thrusts and a long, evil shout of triumph, Zack shot his massive load deep inside the dying little girl’s twitching body.

   He released Sissy’s neck, and after catching his own breath for a few moments, Zack withdrew from the girl’s limp torso and checked her pulse. But he knew he had stopped throttling the child just in time. Experience and his medical knowledge made Dr. Zack a past master at the near-fatal torture of young girls. Sissy had been severely battered internally and strangled dangerously close to death, but she would survive. It was no mercy. She would live just long enough to suffer the hideously painful death these consummately evil men had carefully planned for her.
   Zack got up, wiped the blood and cum from his cock, and said “Man, that was something! You should have felt what that little girl’s pussy was doing while I choked her. Fabulous! She was better than a thousand dollar hooker! Take it from me, guys, there’s no finer way to get off than slam-fucking a pretty little virgin while she thinks she’s being strangled to death.”
   Sam smiled and said, “We could see that you were having a bit of fun.”
  “Is that ever an understatement! Just thinking about the look in her big blue eyes the moment before she went under is getting me hard again.” Zack pulled on his Levis, and then asked, “Well, what’s next? Do you guys want some of that?”
  “Not me,” answered Jack. “You know I just like to watch.”
  “How about you, Sam?”
  “I would love to get into that cute little piece of ass, if you think the she can take it. You gave the girl one hell of a rough ride, Zack.” Looking at the small but growing pool of blood between the little blonde’s spread legs, he went on: “She seems to be in pretty rough shape, and we all need her to be alive and kicking for the main event.” Smiling, Sam added, “After all, this is the archery club.”
  “Go for it, Sam. She could have some minor internal injuries that might eventually become serious if left untreated, but she’ll certainly live long enough to make an excellent target -- even if you do give her one of your patented, extra-special butt fucks.”
  “Okay then, Zack. You’re the doctor.”
   The three men broke out laughing as though Sam’s quip was the funniest thing they’d ever heard. When they quieted down, Zack said, “She’s still unconscious. Do you want me to bring her around for you, Sam?”
  “No thanks. What I’m about to do to little sleeping beauty will wake her up quickly enough. Somebody start the camcorders rolling again.” He then turned over Sissy’s limp body onto her flat little belly, stripped off his jeans and began to coat his powerfully erect cock with baby oil. “I’m not quite the he-man you are, Zack, but even with lubrication I’m sure my patented butt fuck will hurt this sweet young thing more than enough for everyone’s enjoyment.”
  “Hell, we’re counting on it!” said Jack.
   Sam looked down a Sissy, who was twitching occasionally and making little mewing sounds as if she was a kitten in the midst of a bad dream. “God, look at that innocent young face. She really is stunning, Zack. You truly outdid yourself this year.” Kneeling down behind the girl he added, “And just look at this perfect little rump. This should really be something special!”
   Zack, his cock rigid at the thought of watching the adorable little school girl being torture-raped again, said, “Do your worst, Sam.”
   Jack eagerly added, “Yeah, Sam. Get in there real deep, and make her scream!” 
  “It will be my pleasure.” Sam leaned over Sissy’s unconscious form and said, “Little girl, you’re about to have very unsafe sex.” Then he began to press his more than amble cock against the child’s tiny butt hole. She moaned fitfully but did not awake. Sam pushed into her harder, feeling her sphincter muscle begin to stretch and then slowly give way. Sissy’s moans became the mumbled words of a frightened little girl talking in her sleep: “..no...no...don‘t...”  But this was no dream. The nightmare was all too real. With a strange angry look distorting his features, Sam pushed into the girl still harder, increasing the pressure until his thick cock head finally popped through her rectum and began to slowly enter the semiconscious child. Straining with the effort, Sam exclaimed, “God, she’s tight!”
   With three inches of Sam’s man meat buried inside her firm little behind, Sissy suddenly awoke to  searing new pains in her bottom. They were doing it to her again! After a long shuddering inhale, she opened her mouth wide and screamed. Hell was back in business.
   But then Sam slowly withdrew from the girl, and with her petite body writhing in torment beneath him, he leaned over and tauntingly cooed in her ear, “Oh, I’m so sorry, my dear. Did I hurt you?”
   Between crying gasps, Sissy was barely able to squeak out, “Y-yes! It h-hurt! It hurt!”
  “Well then, tell me how this feels.”
   Without further warning, Sam violently stabbed his eight-inch weapon all the way into the defenseless girl’s bowels. To Sissy it felt like her insides had suddenly been rearranged, as indeed they had. She tried to scream, but the pain was so sudden, so intense, all that came out was a strangled gasp. But when Sam withdrew and slammed into her again, Sissy’s piercing shriek was that of a mortally impaled young animal, and this aroused Sam’s sexual sadism as nothing else could. He mercilessly thrust into her again and again, using his pleasure engorged cock as a torture device to stretch and beat the little girl internally. Then, in an effort to hurt her even more -- if that was possible -- he began to cruelly angle and jerk his cock around inside the screaming nine-year-old girl. What Sam was doing to her went beyond pain; he was causing real damage now. With each twisting thrust threatening to rupture the girl’s impossibly stretched colon, there was slight doubt that if Sam kept up his murderous assault on her bleeding entrails much longer he might injure her severely enough to eventually kill her. But then, after a savage up-thrust into Sissy that almost lifted her small body off the platform, Sam held himself motionless inside the cock-impaled child. He stayed like this for nearly a minute, while the devastated girl squirmed beneath him and pleaded for mercy: “Pleeease!!! Take it out of me!!! Take it out!!! It hurrrts!!!” 
   The other men were getting themselves off on the cruel spectacle, but when another thirty seconds passed without Sam moving or doing anything more to the little girl, Zack asked, “What’s up, Sam?”
   In a voice thick with passion, Sam answered, “Trying to see....aah, yesss...if her colon cramps will give me what her cunt gave you while you were choking her.”
   Zack chuckled, and asked, “Gettin’ much?”
  “Some, but I could use more. Give me a hand, Jack.”
  “Sure thing! What do you need?”
  “Take the cinch belt off my jeans and loop it around her neck.”
   Painfully impaled on the Sam’s cock with her hands tightly bound to the iron spike, the immobilized child sobbed uncontrollably while Jack snaked the half-inch wide cloth belt around her throat. Sissy no longer begged the man to stop hurting her. Even an innocent nine-year-old finally comes to understand that there’s not a drop of mercy in men like these.
  “How is this?” Jack asked.
  “Fine, but keep her hair free and out of the loop. I want camera three to have a clear view of her face. That’s it. Now, cinch it good and tight!”
   Sissy’s eyes opened wide with panic as the belt tightened painfully around her already bruised neck. They were going to strangle her again! The terrified child just had time to hoarsely choke out, “Don’t!...Please!” before Sam said, “Tighter. She’s still breathing.”
   Jack pulled as much of the belt through its cinch buckle as he could, squeezing Sissy’s windpipe almost completely shut, and changing her desperate pleas to wordless gurgles.
  “That’s as tight as it gets, Sam.”
  “Thanks. I’ll take it from here.” Sam grabbed the belt’s trailing end, and using it as a reign he pulled Sissy’s head back far enough to make her body arch. The belt cruelly bit into the girl’s slender neck, and cut off her slight remaining air supply. Then, while he was choking her, Sam began to slowly piston all the way in and out of the child, bruising and dangerously stretching her colon again with each thrust.
   Sissy’s tongue was again forced out of her mouth in a perpetual gag reflex. The first of many stabbing pains flashed through the girl’s air-starved lungs, and sent a tremor throughout her tortured body that momentarily tightened her bowels around Sam’s plunging cock. He groaned with pleasure, and pulled the belt harder.
   A minute went by, and then another. A deathly silence settled over the clearing that was broken only by Sam’s moans of pleasure each time Sissy’s little body spasmed around his driving cock. The only sounds that escaped the strangling child were faint high-pitched squeaks that Sam hoped were being picked up by the camcorder microphones. 
   Another minute passed with tears of pain streaming down the traumatized little girl’s face. Then, for the second time in less than an hour, Sissy began to go into agonizing pre-death convulsions. Lost in the incredible delights of strangle-fucking a young girl, Sam fantasized about going all the way, and choking Sissy until he felt her exquisite young body slowly die around his pleasure engorged cock. But it was impossible; his orgasm could no longer be delayed. So after four minutes of hell for the nearly unconscious child and absolute pleasure for himself, Sam, consumed in sadistic ecstasy, ejaculated deep inside Sissy’s ravaged little body.
   Sam let go of the belt, but with his balls pumping their loads into Sissy’s bowels he was too lost in sexual rapture to care that the girl was still was strangling and close to death. Concerned that things were going too far, Zack rushed over and quickly released the cinch buckle. There was a moment’s silence before Sissy began coughing and desperately gasping for air with shuddering inhales and exhales. After a minute of so the color slowly returned to the child’s face, but she just lay there in shock, totally drained of everything except the lingering terror of having been strangled to the brink of death.  
   
   It was over. The devastated girl had survived two nearly fatal rapes, but she continued to sob in pain even after Sam finally withdrew from her. Feeling her insides moving back into place hurt Sissy almost as much as the massive penetration of her small body. Zack kneeled down to examined the girl. He firmly pressed his hand into her lower abdomen, and Sissy screamed. Smiling, Zack looked up and said, “You really did a number on her.”
   Still gathering his composure, Sam asked, “Will she live -- long enough, that is?”
  “Yeah, sure. But, Jack, you’d better get your little bag of tricks.”  
   Jack walked over to his vintage Land Rover and returned with a small black leather case, which he handed to Zack. “The vials are marked. There’s a coagulant, a stimulant, and an improved formula to prevent the girl from going into shock and ruining our whole day.”
  “Thanks, Jack. I don’t think she has any serious internal bleeding, other what you’d expect from her vagina and colon. But just to play safe, I’ll give her the coagulant shot now and save the other two for when the fun really begins.”
  “You’d better give her the anti-shock serum too, Zack. It’s much more effective than my old formula at keeping a girl fully conscious and able to feel everything that’s being done to her, but it’s slow acting -- takes about an hour and a half to become fully active.”
  “That’s fine with me. It will give us time to relax and have something to eat. I’m starving!”
   Jack smiled and left to fire up his portable propane grill.  

  After a time, the girl’s sobs quieted to whimpers, and she curled herself into the fetal position in a vain effort to ease the cramps and shooting pains in her battered abdomen. She wanted the hurt to stop. She wanted to go home. But almost more than anything she wanted to go to sleep. The unrelenting terror and pain that began the previous day with her abduction had pushed the little girl to the point of total exhaustion. So when Dr. Zack stabbed the two hypodermic needles into her thigh, all she did was, twitch, give a little cry and try to curl herself into an even tighter ball. Then, in spite of the horror of what had been done to her and her fear of what might to happen to her next, Sissy closed her pretty tear-filled eyes and drifted into the false escape of a troubled sleep -- the last sleep of her young life.

SHOP TALK
   
   The afternoon sun was nearing the tops of the northern pines that surrounded the camp clearing. Cooking aromas mixed pleasingly with fresh forest scents. A husky male voice sounded out: “Burgers and ribs are ready! Grab plates and help yourselves!” It might have been just another late summer cookout with nothing out of the ordinary -- if it wasn’t for the little blonde girl who was lying naked and bound to a spike in the wooden platform at the edge of the clearing.
  “How is our little princess?” asked Jack.
  “Seems to have dozed off. Maybe she’s bored.”
   Jack laughed. “The way she screamed while you two bastards were plowing into her I’d say it’s more likely she’s half dead.”
  “Well, no more than one third,” quipped Zack.
   Becoming serious, Jack said, “Kidding aside, guys, will she be aware enough to know what’s happening to her during the target shoot? It’s killing the girls that gets me off like nothing else. God, I dream about it all year long. And this little cuntlet is so hot looking I want everything to be perfect.”
  “We all want that, Jack. She’ll be fine. She’s bruised and beat up inside, but she hasn’t hemorrhaged. So I’d say she’s more exhausted than anything else. Besides, if we‘ve learned anything in twelve years it’s that young girls can absorb an amazing amount of punishment before they die.” Zack smiled, and added, “Which is a damn good thing, since all three of us like snuffing the cute little ones best.”
  “Are you sure? It’s no good if it’s over too quickly or the girl can’t feel what we do to her. You remember Felicia.”
  “I know we botched Felicia, but she was our first and only seven years old. And if you remember, we all were so excited we didn’t know what the hell we were doing. Shit, we were so inexperienced we used full-sized arrows on her.”
  “Well, I guess.” 
   Beginning to sound a bit impatient, Zack continued, “Look, Jack, I’ll bet you a box of cigars that when I give the brat a stimulant shot, and she feels that first arrow inside her little belly, you’ll see that she still has more than enough screaming left in her to give you a year’s worth of wet dreams. And just to make sure -- if it’s okay with Sam -- we won’t do anything more to the girl before we finish her.”
   Turning to Sam, Jack asked, “What do you think?”
   Sam shrugged his shoulders and said, “That’s fine with me. So stop worrying already. Remember, Zack’s the doctor.”
   It wasn’t as funny as the first time. Still, they all were chuckling as they settled into canvas safari chairs to eat a leisurely meal.  
   How bizarre, how banally evil that Jack Watson -- an average looking middle-aged man, a scientist and respected member of his community -- should be so concerned about the health and well-being of a nine-year-old girl, for no other reason than to insure that her death agonies are as painful and as prolonged as possible. And of the three of them, he was the “sensitive” one.

   The barbeque was finished, and the trio was relaxing over drinks when Sam asked, “Do you think she’s ready?”
   Jack looked at his watch and said, “Let’s give her another half-hour. That will make it almost two hours since Zack gave her the shots. The anti-shock serum is certain be at its maximum potency by then.”
   Zack, still basking in the warm afterglow of his sexual torture the little girl, stretched languidly and asked, “What do you guys think of Sissy?”
  “She’s the best. -- the best ever!” 
  “Aw, Jack, you say that every year!” replied Sam. “I think she’s excellent too, but we won’t know if she’s the best ever, as you put it, until we‘ve finished with her.”
  “Jeez, always the lawyer. What I mean is, she’s gorgeous. Everything about her is perfect. Her body is fantastic, and did you ever see a pair of legs like that on a nine-year-old?”
  “Can’t argue with you there, Jack, but don’t leave out her cute little upturned nose; big innocent blue eyes; beautiful long blond hair, and her...”
   Laughing, Jack and said, “Cut it out Sam! You’re making me so horny, I‘m gonna cum in my Dockers!”
   Zack smiled and said, “I’m thinking about a another beautiful little pair of legs. Do you remember Tracy?”
   Sam said, “Ah yes, the thirteen-year-old majorette -- dark curly hair, striking blue eyes and a superbly feminine little body. She was something special too.” 
  “I’ll say! It took eleven arrows to kill her!”
  “Well, Jack, to be accurate, the fourth or maybe fifth arrow killed her. It’s just that she didn’t actually die until the final arrow was in her.”
  “Jeez, always the doctor. All I know is she lasted the longest of all the girls we’ve snuffed, and it was great the way that she kept begging and pleading right up until we’d shot her for the sixth or seventh time.”
  “Yes,” said Sam. “That was a wonderful extra touch.”
  “Jack is right though about eleven arrows being our record. The next best was that other little blonde, Cheryl. She was still screaming with nine arrow in her, and four or five of them were in her belly.” 
   Jack added, “And she didn’t die until we’d pushed all the arrows in her gut completely through her, which surprised the hell out of me since she hardly weighed sixty pounds and was only eight years old.”              
  “Yeah, we had a lot of fun with that little chicken. I’d even say she was our second or third best kill -- so far, that is. Maybe that‘s a good omen for little Sissy.” Then Zack started chuckling and said, “But to get back to Tracy, one of the things I remember most was Jack insisting that she had to be wearing her little white majorette boots when we snuffed her.”
  “Hey, guys, didn’t she look cute and sexy that way?”
  “Just kidding, Jack. She looked hot, a real turn on. It was a great idea.” Thinking for a moment, he added, “Another thing I liked about that little honey was how she squealed when we took turns twisting her baby breasts.” Then, turning to Sam, he asked, “Tracy was one of yours, wasn’t she?”
  “Yes, she was one of mine. Tracy’s only negative was that raping a thirteen-year-old doesn’t hurt her as much as it hurts a small girl like Sissy.”
  “Well, that’s always a problem with older girls. And speaking of age, are we all still agreed that we won’t do any girls under seven years old?”
   Jack said, “I’m sorry about last year, guys.”
  “There’s no need to be,” said Sam. “Little Beth was beautiful, truly outstanding, but now we know a five-year-old girl is too young to comprehend what is happening to her, which is a large part of the enjoyment -- or at least it is for me. And, of course, her body was so tiny she was dead before the third arrow hit her. A bit of a disappointment, that.”
  “Well, live and learn,” added Zack. “Still, two misses -- if they can be called that -- in twelve years isn’t a bad track record.“
   Jack was silently staring off into the forest, so Sam said, “Hey, Jack, I hope you aren’t offended by what I said.”
  “What? Oh...no...not at all. I was just thinking about a point you made.”
   Jack went silent again, so Sam said, “Which is?”
  “It’s just this: Sissy isn’t as tiny as Beth, but she is small and on the delicate side.”
  “Delightfully so,” agreed Sam.
   Zack smiled and nodded his assent.
  “Well then, since we want her to last as long as possible, maybe we should modify our shooting rules a bit. What if we...”

PREPPING THE TARGET
   
   These men took their obsession very seriously. Over the years they had honed their “specialty” into a fine art -- that is, if the brutal killing of innocent little girls can in any way be considered an art. 
   The most important thing they learned from the partial failure with Felicia had been that standard target arrows (the ones without arrow heads) were too large. They killed young girls much too quickly. So Dr. Zack went back to the drawing board, and through a series of experiments with whole cows’ livers, he developed the ideal projectile to use on the slight bodies of their small victims. These custom-made, wickedly sharp, titanium alloy arrows were one third shorter, one third narrower than standard and diabolically effective when shot from short range with a light, twenty pound (pull) bow. The idea was that the arrows would deeply penetrate the girl’s body, but would be unlikely run her all the way through. The reason for this being they often liked to finish a girl off by pushing the spent arrows completely through her with their own hands. (They had rejected the idea of using crossbows and quirts, which would have been a much simpler solution. Why? Who knows? Maybe they liked to think of themselves as satanic Robin Hoods. But it is more likely they just loved the sight of arrows deeply imbedded a beautiful little female body.) 
   The rest, while just as gruesome, is fairly obvious. The custom arrows hurt a girl just as badly the standard size, but because the wounds they caused were narrower and cleaner, the individual arrows were less damaging in their immediate effect. Therefore the girl lived much longer and suffered immeasurably more before she died. It is possible that a few of the girls they killed died as much from the pain as from anything else. (They once tried dipping the arrow tips in liquid lye to make their penetration even more painful, but it didn’t seem to make much difference. Plus, Jack didn’t like the idea, for a reason that will become obvious later.) 
   Though the preparations were complex, the game was simple -- hurt the girl as much as possible for as long as possible -- and this required only one rule. Certain areas of the girl’s body were off limits; her heart, left lung and, of course, her head and neck. Every other part of her was fair game. So with just these simple restrictions, they stood back ten paces and shot one arrow per minute into the bound and defenseless girl until she died. It was crude yet brutally effective. That there was no challenge or skill involved didn’t bother any of them in the least. There was not the slight pretense of making these annual child murders seem like sporting events.
   Writing this description of their “methodology” I find it hard to believe that these men actually existed -- yet they did. And for all anyone knows they still do, and they still could be out there killing one pretty little girl each year and reveling in their unspeakable lusts.

   Sissy drifted in and out of her troubled sleep. During and immediately after the two terrible assaults, there was no room in her immature mind for anything but pain and the overwhelming terror of being strangled until she lost consciousness. Now, during an awake moment, all she could think was, Why? Why did like they hurting me so much? Dr. Zack said he loved to hurt little girls more than anything. Why? Why? And then in her innocence she thought, Maybe if I close my eyes long enough they’ll forget about me and leave me alone. Or maybe somebody will come and make them stop hurting me, maybe even Daddy...Oh yes, Daddy please, please come and take me home! Please!  So with this forlorn hope, Sissy closed her eyes again and tried to dream away the pain and fear.
   
   Jack checked his watch, and said, “It’s play time!” 
  “Finally!” said Sam. “Come on, Zack, help me move the camcorders.”
   A foot thick pole was sunk into the ground in the center of the clearing -- another logging leftover. Over the years its base had been watered with the blood of ten little deflowered virgins. It would have been eleven, but one year it had been necessary to kill a girl inside one of the old logging buildings. The weather had been atrocious.
   After setting up the cameras and tripods, Sam and Zack returned to where Jack was getting out the archery equipment.
  “Do you want to tie her hands behind her back or over her head?” asked Sam. 
  “Over her head,” replied Jack. “And pull her up on her tiptoes. That will make her fantastic little legs look even sexier.”
  “Jeez, always the artist.”
  “Okay, Zack, okay. You got me.”
   Sam just smiled.
   They were acting casually, but each could sense the other’s mounting tension and excitement. This was what it was all about. This was what they anxiously waited for all year, and by now their sexual hungers, their blood lusts, had risen to the point where they could be satisfied by only one thing -- the horribly painful death of another innocent little victim.

   Something awoke Sissy with a start. It was the sound of footsteps coming across the platform. She looked up to see the three men staring down at her -- and they all were naked from the waist down with their rigid cocks thrust out before them. No! No! They’re going put their things inside me again! I’ll die if they do! I know I will! I know I will!!!
  “Time to get up,” one of them said. It was the man who’d said he loves to eat little girls.
   Tears welled up in Sissy’s eyes, and she blubbered out, “Please don’t put your things inside me again! Pleeease!”
  “There, there. We’re not going to do that to you again, Sissy. That’s all over now,” said the man who’d hurt her so much when he put his thing into her behind. But with a kindly smile, he knelt down and started to use a moist washcloth to wipe the dried blood off Sissy’s thighs. Sam was fastidious to a fault. It was very important to him that little girls met their deaths looking unmarked and lovely.
   Continuing to clean up the debris of the earlier atrocities, Sam moved the washcloth up between Sissy’s legs, and she winced in pain when the cloth touched the badly bruised entrance to her vagina.
  “Oh,” he said. “I guess you must be pretty sore down there.”
  “Y-yes.”
  “Well, I’ll try to be more careful. Continuing to smile his warmest smile, Sam asked, “How do you feel?”
  “My stomach hurts.”
  “Don’t worry, dear. It will stop hurting soon.”
  “C-can I please have a drink of water? I’m real thirsty.”
  “Of course, sweetheart. Zack, can you get one of the canteens?”
   They’re being nice to me! Maybe they won’t hurt me again!
   But when Zack returned with the canteen, he gave Sissy a look that sent a chill down her spine, and she asked fearfully, “Is Dr. Zack mad at me?”
  “No, Sissy. He’s just a little grumpy.”
   Zack made a disgusted face, but didn’t say anything.
   After Sam finished cleaning Sissy’s thighs and bottom, he untied her painfully chaffed wrists so the child could sit up to use the canteen. She drank greedily.
  “Not too much now. It will make your tummy ache worse.” Sam’s convincing mock solicitude was one of the things the made him an utterly ruthless and outstanding successful lawyer. In truth, Sam was the cruelest of them all.
   Sissy finished drinking and said, “I have to go to the bathroom.”
   Zack grumbled under his breath, and thought Little brats! They always have to do some damn thing you don’t want them to do! No wonder I love torturing them to death. His patience at an end, Zack said gruffly, “Let’s get on with it.”
   Sam scowled back at him as if to say, “Stop ruining my fun.” Then he turned to Sissy and said, “You can go down there behind the platform.”
  “I don’t have anything to wipe myself with.”
   Sam handed the girl his monogrammed silk handkerchief. It was the least he could do.
   Sissy got up, but she staggered and nearly fell. Sam grabbed her arm, saying, “Whoa there, wobbly legs!” Then while helping her off the platform, he asked, “Can you walk by yourself?”
  “I t-think so.” She made her way behind the platform, and a minute later...“Ooww!”
  “What’s the matter, Sissy?”
  “It burns...and...and it’s coming out pink!”
  “That’s okay, honey. Dr. Zack has medicine for that. He’ll give it to you as soon as you’re finished.” Sam smiled, and turning to Zack he said in a low voice, “I guess one or both of us did a number on her bladder.”
   Sissy was frightened by the color of her pee, but the man, the nice one, said they had medicine.   Then she thought, I hope they give me some clothes. I hate the way Dr. Zack and that other man they call Jack keep staring at me.
   Sissy came out from behind the platform, but she cringed back when she saw the hypodermic needle in Zack’s hand. Without a word he grabbed the little girl and plunged the needle into her slender arm.
  “Oow!”
  “There. It’s all over. You’ll feel better now,” said Sam. ...And in a few moments the weak feeling in her legs started to go away. She did feel better! The stimulant was working very well.
  “Let’s go, Sweetheart.”
  “Where are you taking me?”
  “We have just one more thing to do -- over there by that big post.”
   When they got to the center of the clearing, Sam said, “Stand over here, honey, with your back up against the post.”
  “What are you gonna to do with me?” 
  “We’re just going to take your picture.”
   Sissy did as she was told, and Sam knelt down and quickly tied her slender ankles together.
  “W-why did you do that?”
  “Because men like to look at pictures of tied up little girls.”
   Sissy didn’t like that, but the man had said this was the last thing she had to do. Then maybe....maybe he’ll let me go home!
  “Hold your hands out in front of you, dear.”
   Sam tied her wrists together, ran the rope through a rusty cleat over her head and pulled Sissy up onto her tiptoes.
  “Aoow! That hurts my wrists!”                           
  “Not for long,” said Sam as he tied off the rope to another cleat. Then he stood back and lasciviously looked over the doomed girl’s flawless little body. Sissy noticed that his thing had gotten hard and was sticking out straight, and she became badly frightened again. Finally, after ogling every enticing inch of her, Sam called out, “All set, guys!”
   Straining on her tiptoes to ease the pain in her wrists, Sissy saw the other men come out from behind one of the old buildings. They were carrying some things that she couldn’t make out, until they got closer and Sissy saw that...They’ve got bows and arrows! They’re going to shoot arrows into meeee!!!

THE MAIN EVENT
   
   The two grinning men, with the instruments of her torture and death in their hands, approached their helpless victim. Sissy, her eyes wide with terror, wanted to scream; she wanted to beg them not to kill her, but she was hyperventilating so badly all that came out were little high pitched squeaks. And regardless of the pain in her wrists, she began to struggle wildly in her bonds.
   Jack stared at Sissy, and said almost to himself, “Jesus, she looks hot tied up like that. I love it when they struggle.”
  “Yes, she truly is an extraordinarily pretty little thing.” agreed Sam, who also had trouble removing his eyes from the writhing child.
   Practical Zack was silent as he opened a small folding table, and set an old darkroom timer on it which, when activated, would ring a bell every sixty seconds to indicate when it was time to fire another arrow into Sissy’s supple young body.
   Neither Jack or Sam made a move towards the firing position, so finally Zack said, “Are we just going to stand around and stare at her?”
   Jack, as if coming out of a trance, said, “What?...Oh, no, sorry...Are you ready to start?”
  “Yes, I’m ready to start -- more than ready!”
   Sissy was Zack’s. Since he abducted her, the privilege of firing the first arrow into the girl was his.
   Sam said, “I’ll set off the timer when you shoot.”
   Zack nodded. By now all three of them were sporting huge erections in hungry anticipation of the
innocent child’s fatal torture.
   Their exquisite little target hung motionless in her bonds. The pain in Sissy’s wrists had ended her futile attempt to escape, and she finally found her voice when she saw Zack pick up and aim his bow. The petrified girl cried out in panic: “No, Dr. Zack! No!! Don’t shoot me!! Pleeeease!!! I don’t want to die!!! Don’t kill meeee!!!...”
   sisssssTHUNK!
  “Aaaaaiieeeeeegh!!!”
   The first arrow had plunged into Sissy’s shapely left thigh midway between her knee and pelvis, and for a few moments the three men just stood there in rapt silence watching the stunned little beauty squirm in agony. Then, Sam remembered to activate the timer, saying, “Sorry about that.”
   Zack smiled and said, “Five demerits.”
   To Sissy the shock of what the man had just done to her was overwhelmed by the blinding pains in her thigh that made if feel as though her whole leg had been set on fire.
   Jack, his eyes transfixed on the bitterly sobbing child was slowly masturbating, but he managed to get out, “Nice shot!”
   Walking over to the wounded girl for a better view, Sam said, “Yes in deed, it makes a marvelous ornament for a sexy little thigh.” Then he added, “But it didn’t go all the way through her.”
  “Well then, finish the job for me.”
  “My pleasure.” Sam grabbed the arrow and smiled at Sissy’s screams as he slowly forced its sharpened point completely through her leg.
   Jack groaned and stroked himself faster. 
   Zack said, “You’d better quit that, Jack, or you’ll have nothing left for the cuntlet’s finish.” Then: “Your turn is coming up, Sam.” 
   Enthralled by the trickle of blood running down the girl’s pierced thigh, Sam said, “Oh, yes. Of course.” He was the best archer of the group, and through Zack’s medical knowledge, Sam had learned all the peripheral areas of a young girl’s body where an arrow wound would hurt her the most without immediately killing her.
   Sissy looked down in horror at the arrow running all the way through her throbbing thigh. The bell sounded again, and she raised her head in a haze of pain to see Sam lift his bow.
  “Pleeease!!! Nooo!! Don’t!!!...”
   sissssssTHUNK!
   Sissy shrieked as she felt the second arrow plunge into the softness of her underarm and out her of back.
   Zack, shouted, “Good shot, Sam! She really felt that one! Hell, you almost pinned the brat to the post!”  Regardless of what he’d said to Jack, Zack grabbed himself and began to stroke slowly.
   The little girl was in a hysteria of pain, but between her screams and sobs, Sissy still managed  plead with her heartless killers: “Stop!!!...Please!!!...Pleeeease!!!...It hurts!!!...It hurrrts!!!! Which, of course, only stiffened their cocks more. 
   The seconds ticked by until the little bell rang for the third time; and Jack, mesmerized by the girl’s suffering, realized that his turn had come to intensify her pain. 
   sissssssTHUNK!
  “Iiieeeeaaaagh!!!!”
   The cruelly wounded little girl screamed and thrashed wildly in her bonds as Jack’s arrow plunged into her upper right thigh.
   Sam muttered, “Always the leg man.” Then, after looking closer, he added, “That one didn’t go all the way through her either.”
  “That’s okay. Leave it.” replied Zack.
   Oblivious to everything now except her agony, Sissy desperately tried to control her involuntary writhing. Even the slightest tremor caused the arrows imbedded in the girl’s shoulder and thighs to radiate violent shocks of pain throughout her body. 
   Without removing his eyes from the doomed child, Zack asked, “Are we all still agreed on Jack’s plan to finish her?”
   Sissy heard him, but consumed by her torment, she was barely able to gasp, “...Please ...no...more .......no.....more!”
   Both men nodded their assent. 
   Smiling at the Sissy’s futile pleas for mercy, Zack continued, “All right then. They’ll be only three more arrows, and after my next shot we disregard the clock.”
   The first three arrows had been meant to torture the girl. Now they would be meant to kill her. 
   Zack picked up his bow.
  “...please....please...”
    sissssssTHUNK!
  “Aaaaaaeeeaagh!!!!”
   The fourth arrow had violently imbedded itself deep inside the girl’s lower belly. Sissy naked little body bucked and jerked in its bonds, her back arching in response to the horrendous pain in her skewered intestines Throughout her screaming agony raced the terrible truth: They’re really killing meeee!!!
   Sam picked up and aimed his bow.
   sissssssTHUNK!
  “Garrrrugh!!!!”
   The fifth arrow plunged into the pit of the little blonde’s stomach, a few inches above her bellybutton. Gagging and dry-heaving on the excruciating pain, her lovely young body shuddered in a series of uncontrollable spasms -- to the intense sexual pleasure of her heartless killers. By all that’s merciful, the girl should have gone into shock and passed out from the pain, but the stimulant and anti-shock formulas were both working with diabolical effectiveness. Sissy was still aware and fully able to feel every hideous thing the heartless men did to her. Unbelievably, it would get much worse. 
   Jack, in a rapture of sadistic pleasure, picked up his bow to deliver the coup de grace. He carefully aimed the sixth arrow at the subtle curve of the girl’s soft under belly, three inches below and to the left of her navel.
   sissssssTHUNK! 
   There was a strangled gasp as the shock of the final arrow’s deep penetration into Sissy’s entrails punched the air out of her lungs and momentarily cut off her screams. When her breath returned, it came out as the wailing cry of the dying little girl’s hopeless despair. Sissy still was desperately trying to control the killing pain by holding herself motionless, but involuntary spasms made it impossible for the fatally wounded child to suppress her body’s torturous writhing. Her screams went on. 
   Delighted, Zack exclaimed, “She’s putting on a fantastic show!”
   The others mumbled in agreement as they drank in the erotically charged vision of a gorgeous nine-year-old girl’s slow death agonies. This was what they lived for!
   The three arrows that were embedded in Sissy’s abdomen had done appalling damage to the little girl’s body. One had speared through her intestines and plunged into her already injured bladder. Another had buried itself in her womb. The third had stabbed through the girl’s solar plexus and lodged itself deep inside her belly. Two minutes...three minutes...four minutes ticked by. Sissy wasn’t screaming now. The girl’s breathing was ragged. Her head listlessly hung down on her chest, and her writhing had subsided to sporadic, squirmy little twitches. 
   Stroking himself off, Jack panted, “She’s lasting a hell of a long time for such a little thing. Damn! I hope I can hold out until she croaks!”                                                                                                                                                          
   Smiling through the fierce gleam in his eyes, Zack answered, “Yeah, but she’s getting close. If we’re going to finish her the usual way, we’d should do it now while there’s still some life left in her.”

   The unbelievable cruelty and depravity of what these men were about to do to the innocent child defies an accurate or meaningful description. Raping and killing her wasn’t enough. Watching her slowly die in unendurable pain wasn‘t enough. The lovely little girl’s final moments of life had to be an unspeakable hell of excruciating pain. 
   They advanced on the fatally wounded girl with their stiff cocks in their hands, and with their free hands, they each grasped one of the arrows that were buried in the dying child’s abdomen. The nearly unconscious Sissy suddenly came back to life with a high-pitched shriek. Her body stiffened. For as they masturbated, the men had begun to slowly move the arrows around inside her.
   Sissy’s adorable face distorted grotesquely. Her head snapped back. Her slender back arched like a straining bow, and the clearing echoed with the little girl’s piercing screams of mortal agony, which soon turned into horrible gurgling noises when blood welled up in and trickled out of her gaping mouth.
   Sissy’s three killers jerked-off furiously, while they pitilessly angled and twisted a metal shafts around inside her, until each arrow was finally driven completely through the girl’s convulsing little body. If there was no hell before this day, these men were inventing it.
   The child’s arrow pierced legs flexed spasmodically. She was coughing and spitting up blood. Cursed with the vitality of youth, it was taking nine-year-old Sissy an appallingly long to die. Crimson streams dribbled out of the catastrophic entry and exit wounds in her belly and lower back. Sissy’s head hung back and she appeared to loose consciousness, but then her eyes opened wide with agonized incomprehension as her run through little body began to spasm with the excruciating convulsions of her death throes. Then, at last, after a few particularly violent contortions wracked the girl’s savaged torso, her eyes fluttered, her head slumped forward and her pain stiffened body slowly relaxed until she was hanging limply in her bonds. The child had mercifully reached the moment of her death. But for one final abomination, it was over. With perfect timing, panting and groaning at the pinnacle of sexual ecstasy, each of her heartless killers powerfully ejaculated and squirted his load of gist onto the feebly twitching body of beautiful little Sissy Wilson.
   Drained by the intensity of their orgasms, the men staggered away from the post. Then, when  Sam’s passion finally subsided, he said in a low voice, “You were right, Jack. Sissy truly was the best ever.” 
  “Yeah, and I guess that means I owe Zack a box of cigars.”

   An hour later, when the late-summer sun was dipping behind the surrounding pines and Sam was dressed and ready to leave, he said, “As soon as I get back to Chicago, I’ll dupe the video discs and send them to you via the usual method. Expect them in about a week.”
  “That will be great,” said Zack. “I’m looking really forward to them. Those videos of yours are fantastic, almost better than the real thing. Hell, they give us the chance to leisurely enjoy the best moments, over and over again.” He laughed, “and in digital color, and from three different angles.”
  “God, yes.” added jack. “There’s nothing like them. We could make millions peddling them on the snuff market -- that is, if we were stupid enough to try.”
   Zack nodded and said to Jack, “You’ll handle the cleanup, as usual?”
  “Yeah. I know you guys aren’t into it, so I don’t mind that you’re leaving now.”
   Sam said, “Well, I guess that’s it. Until next year...”
   Smiling in fellowship and anticipation of their next child murder, the three men shook hands.

   As he was driving out of the clearing, Dr. Zack could see that Jack had taken out his butcher knives and fired-up his propane grill again. It was true; Jack really did love eating delicious little girls.

POST SCRIPT

This story was an attempt to write about men who are ordinary, except in one crucial detail. Somehow it always seems more horrific (and titillating) when extremely violent sexual crimes are committed by otherwise “normal” people. If anyone has thoughts on this which they would like to share, I would be pleased to read them. Comments of any nature are always welcome and much appreciated.

Revised and expanded
10/3/02, 2/20/03