WARNING! ADULTS ONLY! The following is an extreme work of erotic horror fiction that graphically describes the sexual torture and brutal killings of underage girls. All persons, places and events are fictitious, and as such their depictions are protected as free speech under United States law. However, if this type of adult subject matter is offensive to you -- NO 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 might be illegal and certainly would be irresponsible. 

This is a modified and significantly expanded version of an earlier work with the same title.

VIDEO by Waldo Lydecker

THE PROBLEM

   Max was an unhappy man, and when he heard his office phone ring he became a frightened man. It took twelve rings for him to build up the courage to pick it up and say, “Max Parish Productions.”
   A cold, slightly accented voice answered, “I’m disappointed in you.”
  “I’m sorry, Vito.”
  “No names!”
  “Y-yes, of course. I’m sorry.”
  “Stop telling me how sorry you are, and tell me when the I get the damn video.”
  “I’m working on it, Vi...er, sorry. I’m really working on it, honest, but there have been problems.”
  “What problems? You’ve made videos like this for me before. Hell, it’s been my cash that’s kept your stinkin’ little studio afloat.”
  “I know! I know! But this one is different.”
  “So what’s so different?”
  “I can’t just hire some little slut off the street this time.”
  “So? Get a girl somewhere else, godamnit!”
  “I’m trying, but it isn’t that easy.”
  “Look, you little weasel, when my oriental friend told you exactly how he wanted it to be done; what did you say?”
  “er...I said no problem.”
  “Right! And when he told you the girl had to be pretty, blonde and young -- very young -- what did you say?”
  “I said no problem, but I didn’t know...”
  “You didn’t know shit! But you sure had a shit-eatin’ grin on your face when you took the seventy-five G’s front money.”
  “I’ll get it back to you. I can...”
  “You’ll get it back to me? You? Where the fuck would you get seventy-five G’s? You’ve already pissed it away on another one of those arty documentaries of yours that nobody watches -- right?” 
  “I...”
  “I nothin’! The client doesn’t want his money. He wants his video. But he don’t have it, and that makes him upset; and that makes me upset, and you know what happens when I get upset. If the freaks hadn’t loved the first two videos you made you’d be crawlin’ around on broken kneecaps right now!
  “Give me just a little more time. Phil is checking out a...”
  “Monday.” Click.

   Max hung up the phone in a cold sweat, and thought, How the hell did I get in this mess? But of course he knew the answer. It was money. Max Parish Productions had been in financial trouble, as usual, and there was that gambling debt. So when Max’s bookie, Vinny, said he knew someone who might have a way out, Max was more than ready to listen. It seemed so long ago, but it had been only three months since Vito said, “I understand you have some money troubles, Mr. Parish.”
  “er...look, If you’re worried about the uncovered bet, I can...”
  “I’m not concerned about that chicken feed. Vinny tells me you’re a great cameraman, even won some big awards or somethin’. That true?” 
  “Well, yes, I...”
  “Good. I have a job that pays one-hundred and twenty-five thou, cash. Plus, if you do good work, we’ll forget about the five G’s you owe Vinny. Interested?”
  “Sure! Of course! What kind of job is it?”
  “I have a foreign, er, client who wants a special kind of video made with a girl.”
  “You’ll pay me a hundred and thirty thousand dollars for a porn video?”
   Vito smiled and said, “No, Mr. Parish. The client wants a young girl, a very pretty girl no older than sixteen to be offed on camera.”
   Not believing what he was hearing, Max asked. “You mean a snuff video? A real snuff video?”
  “Bingo, Mr. Parish, but not your ordinary snuff video.”
   Ordinary snuff video? Max thought. Jesus, you mean there are that many of them out there?
  “My client is a very particular man. He’s sick of lousy quality videos made by amateurs with cheap home equipment. He wants a hot lookin’ young chipie to be killed exactly as he instructs, and he wants it to be shot professionally so it will be, as he sez, a work of art.” Vito looked at Max hard, and asked, “Can you do it, Mr. Parish?”
   Max’s mind was racing. Of course I can do it! The city is filled with runaways who never would  be missed, and some of them are gorgeous when they’re cleaned up. Yeah, sure I can do it....but do I have the guts? Then he thought about the cash and all the choices he didn’t have, and after a moment’s hesitation he said, “Yes.” Then, suddenly feeling nauseous, Max thought, Jesus, has it really come to this?  I just agreed to kill some innocent girl just to get my ass out of a jam. 
   What Max didn’t know was, he would love it.

   A few months before this meeting, Max, on a half-drunken whim, had picked up a fourteen-year-old prostitute who went by the unlikely name of Candy Storr. She was an incredibly sexy little thing and the best fuck he’d ever had. A few days later Max went back for more, but Candy had disappeared into the dangerous nether world of runaway girls. She could have been working another part of town, or she could just as easily have been at the bottom of the river. Finding another one like her for the video wouldn’t be  difficult. But there was a potential problem; it was Max’s junior partner and assistant cameraman, Phil Barnes. After a suitable buildup of the cash involved, Max cautiously broached the idea of making a snuff video to Phil, who without batting an eye said, “You mean we’re finally gonna start making some real money around here?” Knowing his partner as he did, Max wasn’t all that surprised. After this, things quickly fell into place.
   Calling on his extensive soap opera experience, it only took Max a day and a half to erect a small bedroom set that looked like something out of a Playboy video. He would run a hand-held camera and control two pre-positioned fixed cameras. Phil would be the “actor,” which seemed to please him no end.

   Two nights later, Phil showed up with a cute little fifteen-year-old brunette called Alyssa, who thought she was being paid five hundred dollars to make a rough sex porn video. She was a bright girl, so when Max explained the so-called plot to her, she picked up on it right away. Said she’d even auditioned for a TV commercial once. They dressed the girl in a filmy little lavender teddy. Then Max told Alyssa to lie down on the bed and pretend to be asleep, which she did in a way that somehow managed to look provocatively sexy and sweetly innocent at the same time. Max activated the fixed cameras and picked up the portable camera with sweaty hands. After pausing for a few moments to calm his jitters, Max said, “Action!”
   He zoomed in to a close-up of Alyssa’s pretty face, and then slowly zoomed out to pick up Phil entering the set. He wore a sardonic clown mask, was dressed all in black and carried a small black flight bag. Phil moved onto the bed and pinned the girl’s slender arms to her sides. Alyssa appeared to awake with a start. She took one look at the grinning mask and screamed. Phil told her to shut up or he’d kill her. He cut away her skimpy negligee with an evil looking switchblade while Alyssa whimpered, and in a frightened little voice begged Phil not to hurt her. The little teenager was good, real good, a natural, and she was even better during the simulated brutal rape. She screamed. She cried. She pleaded with her attacker to stop hurting her. Phil, loving every second of it, plowed into the squirming girl with gusto. He finally came inside Alyssa with a shout of triumph, and Max called, “Cut!” 
   While they were paused for a few minutes to catch their breaths, Max complemented the girl on her acting.
   Phil added, “Yeah. You were great, kid.”
   Alyssa smiled prettily and said, “It was fun. I pretended it was real, and I even came a little towards the end.”
   Max thought,  Jesus! Some of these kids are really off the edge! But there’s no denying this girl’s talent. Too bad she’ll only get to use it once. Then he explained that in next scene Phil would tie Alyssa’s wrists to the bed posts and threaten her with his knife before raping her again.
   Alyssa said, “No problem.” 
   And there wasn’t. Alyssa whimpered again and looked convincingly terrified while Phil tied her up and threatened to do all sorts of horrible things to her. Then, suddenly, her mock whimpers turned into real screams of shock and pain as Phil began to slowly stab the switchblade into Alyssa’s soft underbelly...and, to his utter amazement, Max felt an intense rush of erotic excitement flash through his loins. Phil drove the five inches of cold steel deep inside the now hysterically screaming young girl. Then he withdrew the blade and plunged it into her belly again; this time grinding it into her with all his might. Alyssa arched her back and shrieked in agony. Phil pulled out the knife and stabbed it in the girl’s side, twisting the blade around as he forced it into her slender little body. Phil was enjoying his work. Alyssa screamed constantly as Phil stabbed her again and again, in her belly, in her thighs, in her pert little breasts, until her desperate writhing finally slowed and became the gurgling spasms of her prolonged death throes. When it was all over, Max was stunned to realize that watching this beautiful little girl die in agony had been the most sexually stimulating experience of his life.
   Max paused to masturbate a number of times during the day and a half it took to combine and edit the tapes from the three cameras into the finished video. He was quite pleased when it was finished. The Killing of Alyssa might not exactly be a work of art, but it would pass. Vito’s unnamed oriental client, who Max and Phil had begun to refer to as Fu Man Chu, was very pleased as well. He immediately ordered a second video and upped the payments for future videos to one-hundred and fifty thousand dollars each. It looked as if Max had found one of the most pleasurable roads to easy street imaginable.

   The second snuff video -- the rape and cruelly extended strangulation of another teenage girl -- would be even easier to shoot than the first, and Max was in for a surprise when Phil showed up with their next unsuspecting young victim. It was none other than the missing Candy Storr. When she saw Max, Candy offered to fuck him before the shooting began for some extra cash. He didn’t refuse. So it turned into a longer night than expected. Then per the client’s instructions, Phil took his time killing the girl, manually strangling the fourteen-year-old into unconsciousness twice before he finally choked her to death with a silk rope. When it was over both men were delighted with the result. Cute, sexy little Candy had died slowly and magnificently.

   Everything continued to go off without a hitch, but the mystery client also continued to be very exacting in his requirements; and when the now familiar voice on the phone, with it’s heavy Mandarin Chinese accent, told Max what he wanted on the third snuff video, Max was taken aback for a moment. The girl had to be severely tortured in some manner that didn’t mark her body, then strangled into unconsciousness at least twice before she was killed in a particularly brutal way, and it had to be videoed so the girl’s entire body could be viewed from three different angles as she writhed in her death agonies. A bit tricky, that, thought Max, but it can be worked out. However, the voice went on to say, “But most important, Mr. Parish, girl must be very, very pretty all-American blonde girl like in commercials. Girl also must be little, very young. Ten years too old. Too old! You understand, Mr. Parish?”
   Max understood all right. He understood that “ten years too old” would be a problem. But what the hell, he thought. I’ll find the right kid some way or another. Besides, he was hungry for the fifty percent cash deposit that he knew would show up via special messenger in an hour or two. If  Fu Man Chu was nothing else, he was prompt. So max said, “Yes, sir, I understand, but a girl this young could take a little longer to find.”
  “How long?”
  “Oh, maybe an extra week or two.”
  “Okay, Mr. Parish. Do good job like before. Make work of art.”

   It wasn’t until later that Max realized how wrong he had been. Where the hell was he going to get a beautiful eight or nine-year-old “all-American blonde girl like in commercials.” Runaways just didn’t come in that age bracket or packaging. The rolls of child model and child actor agencies were loaded with pretty little girls; but how the hell do you get at one? It would mean stalking and kidnapping her, and the thought of trying that frightened him even more than Vito’s threats. 

THE SOLUTION

   Phil had called in the morning and said he had a line on a girl but couldn’t go into details. Phil was a good man, but Max didn’t have much faith in him coming up with anything. So Max was just sitting in his office, staring into space and brooding over his troubles, when he heard the outer office door open and a familiar voice call out, “Anybody home?”
   “In here, Phil.”
   His partner walked into Max’s office with a stunningly pretty little girl. She was about four feet tall, and girlishly slender. Her long blonde hair was done up in cute pigtails, and she wore a short white sundress that revealed a pair of shapely little legs and came close to revealing her panties. Her big, innocent blue-green eyes looked up a Max with childish curiosity, while she casually sipped on a can of orange soda.
   Phil smiled and said, “Meet Jilly.”
  “My real name is Jillian, but everybody calls me Jilly.”
   Max stared at the girl, and said, “Jesus, she’s perfect ...Where?...How?”
   Phil said, “I’ll tell you in a minute, but you’re not gonna believe it.” Turning to the girl, he said, “Honey, why don’t you finish your soda out in the reception room where you can look at all those picture magazines.”
   The girl shrugged her little shoulders and said, “Okay.”
   When she was gone, Phil closed the office door and said, “Her father paid me seven thousand dollars to take her.”
  “What? Does he know what we’re going to do to her?”
  “He doesn‘t know anything about the video, but he does expect the girl to be killed.”
  “Jesus. You’d better take it from the top, Phil. I’m starting to get a bad feeling.”
  “Don’t. I know this is gonna sound weird, but you can relax. There’s nothing to worry about. It started last night when I went into Duffy’s, that bar on 33rd, and who should be there but one of Vito‘s goons. It was Tony, the one who disposed of the girls’ bodies for us. He’d knocked down quite a few vinos and was in the mood for some sociable complaining.”
  “Where is this leading to?”
  “Take it easy, Max, I’m getting there. Anyway, it turns out that, unbeknownst to his boss, our friend Tony does a little moonlighting on the side, and he was bitching about a contract he’d just turned down because, as he said, “I don’t hit no eight-year-old girls.” Well, I picked up on that right away, bought Tony a few more drinks, and the end result is that gorgeous little thing who’s sitting out there in our reception room.”
  “That’s it? There has to be more.”
  “There is, but it gets even weirder. The girl’s father is Dr. Witherspoon.”
  “That Dr. Witherspoon? The big shot psychiatrist who’s always showing up on TV talk shows?”
  “Yup. That’s the guy.”
  “Jesus! Why does he want to have his own daughter killed?”
  “I don’t know, but he seemed frightened of the girl for some reason.”
  “Frightened of her?”
  “Well, maybe not frightened exactly, but he sure was anxious to get rid of her in a hurry. The only way the good doc wants to see sweet little Jilly again is on the side of a milk carton.”
  “Jesus.” Max thought for a few moments, and then asked, “Does the girl know anything about this?”
  “Of course not. She thinks she’s here to have her picture taken.”
   Max thought again and said, “Well, I have to hand it to you, Phil, you really pulled our asses out of the fire on this one. She’s a gorgeous little thing, and just what Fu Man Chu asked for.”
   Phil grinned and said, “There’s just one more detail you should know about. Tony expects us to split the seven G’s with him. It seems he isn’t too proud to share in her blood money, even if he is too squeamish to kill the little girl himself.”
   Max chuckled and said, “He must be regular, sensitive new-age guy. Call the kid. I want to talk to her before we get to work on her.” 

   Jilly bounced into the office, looked up at Max with her big blue eyes, and asked, “Are you the man who’s gonna take pictures of me?”
  “Yes; and do you know why?
  “I guess because my daddy wants them.”
   Max pictured a milk carton in his mind and winced a little when he said, “That’s one reason, but there’s another reason too.”
  “What’s that?”
  “Because you’re a very pretty little girl. Did you know that?”
  “Yeah. People say it to me all the time,” answered Jilly, sounding a little bored. Then she looked around and asked, “Where are you gonna take my picture? I don’t see any cameras here.”
  “They’re in a studio that’s behind the door over there. I wanted to talk to you about that because these are going to be special video pictures that you can watch on television. Do you know anything about that”
  “Oh sure. Daddy takes lots of videos of me.” 
  “Good, then you know all about it. There’s just one other thing. Your daddy wants these pictures to be taken of you with your clothes off. Is that okay?”
  “I guess. Daddy said I was to do whatever you told me to do. Besides, he makes me take off my clothes all the time.”
  “Who? Your daddy?”
  “Yes.”
  “Does he ever take videos of you with your clothes off?”
  “Sometimes.”
  Well I’ll be damned, thought Max. “Does he do other things too?”
  “Sometimes.”
  “Like what?”
   Jilly looked down, and shyly said, “Just things.”
  “You can tell us all about it, Jilly. Your daddy wants you to tell us everything, so we can make the video just the way he likes it.”
  “My daddy said I shouldn’t tell any of my friends or anything.” She appeared to think for a moment, and then added, “but I guess this is different.”
  “That’s right, Jilly. You’re a smart little lady. Now, what else does Daddy do to you?”
  “Sometimes he pretends I’m bad and spanks me with his hand or his belt. But he doesn‘t do that much anymore.”
  “What does he do now?”
  “He ties me up, and then he puts stuff into my behind.”
  “Stuff? Max asked in amazement. “What kind of stuff?” 
  “You know, candles or those tube things that his cigars come in.”
  “Doesn’t that hurt?”
  “It used to, a lot. It made me cry really hard. But it doesn’t hurt so much anymore.”
  “How come?”
  “He doesn’t put the stuff in so deep, cause he sez my crying might wake up the neighbors. And now every time Daddy does it to me he lets me have pizza just the way I like it and all the soda I want; and sometimes he even lets me stay up real late to watch TV.”
  “Does he do anything else to you?”
   Jilly made a face and said, “Yup. After he ties me up and puts a candle or somethin’ into my behind, he looks at me all funny and rubs his pee thing until a bunch of white goo squirts out of it. Sometimes he even squirts it all over me. It’s real icky. Are you going to squirt goo on me like that when you make the video?”
  “No, Jilly. I promise.”
  “Good.”
   Actually, Max could almost have squirted some goo right then and there. Talking with the adorable little girl about the perverted things her father did to her was starting to get Max hot. But he managed to keep himself under control, and asked, “Do you know what acting is?”
  “You mean like in my school play and the Christmas pageant at church?”
  “Yes.”
  “Oh sure. I know all about that.”
   Max swallowed a grin, and said, “Fine, because the video is going to be just like a little play.”
   Jilly frowned and asked, “Do I have to remember a lot of words?”
  “No. None at all. It will be very simple. Phil here is going to dress up in a clown costume and pretend to be your daddy, and...”
   Jilly started giggling and asked, “Really? A clown costume?” The thought of her stuffy, pedantic farther made up as a clown was just about the silliest thing she could imagine.
   Max smiled and said, “It is pretty funny. But just remember to pretend that Phil is your daddy and do everything he tells you. Can you do that for me?”
  “Sure. It will be easy.” 
  “Very good, sweetheart. Now I know your video will turn out perfect.”
  “Will you take me out for pizza when I’m finished?
  “Honey, you can have anything you want, after we’re finished with you. Phil, take Jilly into the studio, and then come back here. I have a few details to go over.”

   Phil, who had been listening to this bizarre conversation with slack-jawed disbelief, took the little girl’s hand and led her out of Max’s office. Through the open door, Max could hear Jilly squeal with delight when she saw the set made up to look like a rich little girl’s bedroom.
  “This is way cool! Can I play with some of the dolls?”
   Max heard Phil answer, “Sure, kid. Have fun. It will take us at least a half-hour to get everything set up.”
   Phil returned to the office, closed the door behind him, and said, “This has become damn weird, but at least the blanks have been filled in.”
  “I know what you mean. It’s obvious the girl is a total innocent. She has no idea why her father does those thing to her. But she’s also a little blabbermouth. You saw how it didn’t take much to get her to tell us everything.”
  “Yeah. That’s why Witherspoon is running shit-scared. One wrong word out of the kid to the wrong person and his upper-crust world comes crashing down on his head.”
  “That’s it. The kid has signed her own death warrant.” Max thought for a moment and asked, “Do you feel a bit queasy about killing a girl this young, especially considering how Fu Man Chu wants us to do it to her? You know this won’t to be like the other videos. It’s gonna to be pretty rough. We’re not gonna just kill the kid; we have to torture her to death. That cute little thing will be in an incredible amount of pain and for at least an hour, and you’re the one who has to inflict it on her. Do you think you might have a problem with that?”
   Phil shrugged. “Somebody’s has to waste her, so it might as well be us who can make a bundle out of snuffing her. Besides, she’s such a hot lookin’ little piece of ass, I gotta admit that the idea of working her over real bad her has me switched on big time. How about you? Having second thoughts?”
  “Not enough to stop me from going through with it, but cute as she is I don’t think killing an eight-year-old will push my buttons the way doing Alyssa and Candy did.” Max hesitated, then added, “But I kinda like the idea of pushing a candle up the kid’s ass.”
   Chuckling, Phil said, “Yeah, me too, and you might be surprised at how much you’re gonna get off on watching me do it to her.” Then after thinking for a moment, he said, “Say, I wonder how much doc Witherspoon would pay for a copy of the tape?”
   Max grunted and said, “You’re a sick sonofabitch! Get the hell out of here and change into your costume. I’ll look for one of those candles that were left over after the last blackout.”
   As he left, Phil mumbled under his breath, “It was just a thought.” 

SCENE ONE

   When Phil returned in full costume, Max chuckled and said, “I can’t decide if you look more like Clarabell or Crusty.”
  “Very funny. I hope we can ditch the clown bit for the next video.”
  “Not likely. Fu Man Chu loves it.”
  “It figures.”
  “Do you have the ice picks?”
  “They’re on the set.”
  “Are you up to speed on how we’re gonna  strangle the girl so she can be fully covered by all three cameras as she dies?”
  “Yeah, but I don’t understand why we don’t just hang the kid.”
  “Because her body doesn’t weigh enough to strangle her to death by simple hanging. She‘d just dangle from the noose and choke, but not enough to kill her. It would be fun to watch, but it wouldn’t get the job done. I suppose we could tie weights to the kid‘s ankles, but that would restrict her struggling -- and you know how much Fu Man Chu loves to see them struggle.”
  “Gotcha. You find a candle?”
  “Yeah. Here’s a nice new one and some Vasolene.”
  “Looks like we‘re ready to do the deed.”
   When they got to the studio door, Max looked at Phil and said, “Hey! Where’s your mask?”
  “Oh, yeah. Right.”
  “Jesus.”

   As they walked onto the set, Jilly took one look at Phil and started giggling again. Max, swallowing a grin, said to the girl, “Are you ready?”
  “I guess.” 
  “Do you have to pee or anything before we begin?”
  ‘I just did, in that little bathroom over there.”
  “Good. Then we’re ready to start.”
  “Do you want me to take my clothes off now?”
   “No, sweetheart. Phil will tell you when to do that. For now you can stay where you are on the floor and play with that doll, but don’t say anything until Phil walks into the bedroom part of the studio and speaks to you. And remember, do everything Phil tells you to do.”
  “I will.”
  “Good girl. There is one more thing. Please take down your pigtails so I can see what your hair looks like long.”
   Jilly un-clipped her pigtails and shook her head a few times. Her soft, pale blonde hair cascaded over her shoulders and perfectly framed her adorable little face. She looked up at Max with her big blue eyes, and said, “This is the way my daddy likes it.”
  “I’m not surprised, Jilly. It makes you look extra pretty.”
   Max turned on the studio halogens, activated the fixed cameras, got into position with the  hand-held, and said. “Now when I say ’action,’ that means I’ve started taking pictures.”
  “Just like in the real movies.”
  “That’s right. Be quiet now and don’t say anything until Phil speaks to you. Okay?”
  “Okay.”

   Max started the hand-held camera rolling, and said. “Action.”  After he’d shot about thirty seconds of Jilly on the floor playing with the doll, Max hand-signaled Phil, who walked onto the set and said in a cheerful falsetto voice, “Hi! It’s game time! Are you ready to play?”
   Jilly covered her mouth and giggled, but she was able to get out, “Yes, Daddy.”
  “Goody! Let’s start with the take-your-clothes-off game.”
   The little girl smiled shyly, stood up and began to undress. Max had never considered himself to be a pedophile, but when Jilly removed her short sundress and then her small cotton print panties to reveal the immature yet enticingly feminine curves of her exquisite little body, Max groaned softly and felt himself getting hard, as he thought, I can understand how having something like that around all the time had driven Witherspoon over the edge.
   Phil said, “Don’t forget your sox and sandals.” When Jilly had taken then off, he added excitedly, “Goody, goody! Now we can play the tickle game!” Phil grabbed the naked girl by her small waist and began to tickle her unmercifully. Jilly, shrieking with laughter, struggled wildly to get away from him. Finally she was able to squirm out of his grasp, but she fell on the floor and Phil quickly grabbed one of her slender legs and began tickling her little foot and the back of her knee. Jilly laughed until she was on the verge of tears, all the while crying, “Stop! Stop!”
   Finally, Phil did stop, and in his quizzical clown voice asked, “Stop? Don’t you want to play the tickle game anymore?”
   Breathlessly, Jilly cried, “No! No more!” 
   Max thought, He’s doing a great job. He’s really into this. 
   Phil cocked his head to one side and said, “Hmmm. What shall we play next? He cocked his head to the other side and said, “I know! We’ll play a tie-the-little-girl-up game!”
   Jilly said, a bit uncertainly, “O-okay. But promise not to tickle me again.”
   With mock solemnity, Phil said, “Cross my heart.” He rolled the girl over onto her belly, took two short lengths of sash cord out of a pocket in his baggy clown pants, and tied Jilly’s hands behind her back. Than he quickly tied her slim ankles together.
   Jilly thought, This is really different from when Daddy ties me up. He’s always so serious when he does things to me.
   When he finished binding her, Phil looked the helpless eight-year-old girl over and ran his hands up and down soft curves of her legs and body, while making a funny clucking sound and saying, “My, my, how pretty. How very, very pretty. Tie the naked little girl up is one of my mostest favorite games.” From time to time his roaming hands paused to squeeze and knead the pliant young flesh of Jilly’s shapely thighs and cute little butt. From being the comical clown playing a silly game, Phil had changed into a leering Big Bad Wolf salivating over Little Red Riding Hood. “Delicious,” he purred lasciviously. Then, instantly becoming the clown again, he leaned his head on his fist and said, “But I can’t think of anything else to do to her.....Soooooo, I’ll just have to tickle her to death.”
   Jilly cried, “No! You promised! You crossed your heart!”
   Phil chuckled and said, “But I didn’t cross my fingers and toes.”
   Max thought, He’s playing this perfectly by bringing up the intensity little by little.
   Phil began tickling Jilly again, and again she squirmed and thrashed about in a hopeless attempt to escape, all the while crying, “Stop! Please stop!” But this time Phil was relentless. He tickled her feet, her legs, her body; until her breathless cries and laughter became tinged with hysteria. He stopped then because he didn’t want to bring her along too quickly. There was much more to be done to this adorable little girl before she died.
   Jilly lay there breathing heavily. Close to tears, she kept saying, “You promised. You promised.”
   With mock contrition, Phil said, “I’m sorry. but sometimes I just need to have my little jokes. And besides, I really didn’t cross my fingers and toes, you know.”
  “That doesn’t count!”
  “It doesn’t?  Oh well, I guess I can’t tickle you again, and it was so much fun.”
  “I don’t care!” Jilly said, with a small note of defiance in her voice. “You can’t tickle me anymore!”
   Max was amazed by Phil and delighted with everything he was getting on tape. But most surprising was the discovery that he could be so sexually aroused by watching someone just taunt a eight-year-old girl. Phil was right, he thought, I am amazed by this hard-on I’m packing. Max actually felt sorry for the innocent child, but that didn’t prevent him from being eager to see the delectable little thing writhe in agony, now that her time was at hand.

   Keeping up the pretense of playing kids’ games with some sort of rules, helped to calm Jilly to the point where Phil knew it was the perfect moment to take her up to the next level of torment. So he said, “Hmmmm. If I can’t tickle you anymore, what kind of game can we play?  I know! We can play the put-the-candle-into-the-little-girl’s-behind game!”
   In a small voice, Jilly said, “I don’t want to play that game.”
  “But, but we have to! We always play the candle game!”
   Jilly didn’t say anything. She knew it wouldn’t do any good. Begging her daddy had never stopped him from doing whatever he wanted to her. The most she could wish for was that Phil wouldn’t hurt her and that it would be over quickly. Neither wish would be granted.

   Phil reached into one of the huge pockets in his baggy clown pants, took out the small jar of Vasolene and the more than foot-long, white decorative candle. After dabbing a bit of Vasolene on the blunt end of the candle, Phil used one hand to spread the girl’s firm little buns apart, and with his other hand he pressed the candle against her tiny bum hole. Jilly squeezed her eyes shut in anticipation. Then Phil, the evil clown incarnate, asked, “Are you ready to play the candle game?”
  “I g-guess. But please don’t squirt any goo on me.”
   Without answering, Phil began to slowly force the candle into the girl’s heart-shaped little rump. Jilly winced as she felt her sphincter muscle giving way, and as the candle penetrated more deeply into her body, she started whimpering in discomfort. With patience born of sexual cruelty, Phil continued to push the candle into Jilly ever so slowly, fascinated by the sight of it disappearing into the girl‘s slender little body. Three inches entered her, then four... 
   Jilly bit her lip and moaned as the thick end of the candle sank deeper and deeper inside her. Then her sweet young face distorted in a grimace and tears welled up in her eyes as she began to suffer the same cramps she got when her daddy did this to her. Five inches! Now the little girl felt the candle moving farther inside her body than anything her daddy had forced into her, and it was beginning to painfully bruise and stretch her colon almost to the point of rupture. 
  “Stop! Stop! It’s going in too far!! You’re hurting Meee!!!...aoow!...aoow!...aoooow!!!
  “Now don’t be silly. The candle has to go in much deeper into you than this to play the game right.” 
  “No! Don’t!! Please!!! It hurts!!! It hurrrts!!!
   But Phil was much too aroused by the torture of his beautiful little victim to think of stopping. The innocent girl’s desperate pleas for mercy only increased his desire to hurt her as much he could without killing her prematurely. 
   Six inches! A blinding flash of pain stabbed through Jilly’s insides. Her small body convulsed. She screamed and then started crying bitterly. Phil heartlessly drove the candle still deeper, though it was becoming harder to force its blunt end through the girl’s stretching colon. Seven inches! The most vicious shock of pain yet surged through Jilly’s abdomen, and she shrieked in agony. Bound though she was, Jilly frantically tried to writhe away from her tormenter, but Phil quickly used his left hand and right knee to firmly pin the desperately struggling girl to the floor. Then he mercilessly continued on. Eight inches!
   One of the fixed cameras was getting full-body shots of Jilly, so Max had zoomed in for extreme close-ups of the rigid, white shaft entering her tight little behind; but he was so aroused by his partner’s cruel impalement of the terrified eight-year-old he was barely able to keep the hand-held camera steady and in focus. He absolutely loved this! The candle was hurting Jilly more terribly and much deeper inside her body than could be reached by the fiercest butt rape. For Max this was the ideal girl torture and an incredible turn on. Yet at the same time he was becoming concerned that Phil was going too far. So much of the candle was being forced into the screaming little girl, Max was afraid that Phil was on the verge of killing her. That was an exciting thought but not what Fu Man Chu was paying for. 
   Nine inches! Excruciating pains in her belly forced shriek after heartrending shriek out of Jilly, as her bowels began to spasm involuntarily in a vain attempt to expel the obscene instrument of child torture. It wasn’t until Phil had driven the candle a seemingly impossible ten inches into the convulsing entrails of the hysterically screaming little girl, that he finally stopped and sat back for a few moments to take his pleasure from her awful suffering. 
   Then Phil began to slowly pull the candle out Jilly’s behind, but he stopped when most of it was removed and suddenly drove it all the way back inside her. The little girl’s piercing shriek could hardly be described as human, and she barely had time to claw in a breath before Phil pulled the candle out and thrust it into her again, harder this time as he began to butt rape the devastated child. Jilly felt every cruel inch of the candle as it repeatedly penetrated the ultimate depths of her small body. Loving every second of it, Phil took his time at forcing scream after scream out of the beautiful child. Then he began thrusting the candle into her faster and faster, until she was so overwhelmed by the hideous abdominal pains she could hardly breathe. Phil continued to torture-fuck his convulsing eight-year-old victim, turning her desperate gasps for breath into gagging dry heaves, which brought up nothing but a froth of bile that bubbled out of the child’s gaping mouth. Not letting up on her, Phil drove the candle into Jilly’s entrails again and again, until all the color drained out of her agony twisted face. Then afraid she was about to faint on him, Phil reluctantly stopped, but he left the candle jammed all the way up the girl’s twitching little rump.
   Phil released her, and Jilly rolled onto her side, doubling over to try to ease the horrible stabbing pains deep inside her, but that only moved the rigid candle around in her body and intensified her unbearable suffering. Had Phil run her belly through with a white-hot saber, he could not have hurt the little girl more terribly. It was amazing she was still conscious.     
   Phil stood up to enjoy the writhing child’s torment from a different angle. Her back arched in an involuntary spasm, and he saw the candle’s blunt end was actually making a visible bulge in the child’s flat belly, just below her navel. Phil knelt down and started twisting the candle, getting off on how the bulge move around her lower abdomen. Jilly was shrieking in agony, and Phil, finding this much too arousing to resist, reached inside his clown pants, pulled out his fully erect cock and jerked himself off. Max enviously thought, Jesus! Wish the hell I could do that!
   A few minutes later, Phil broke their promise to Jilly and hosed a flood of hot sperm all over her squirming little body. 

   The floor of the set was wet with the little girl’s tears and a small puddle of her stomach bile. After some time, through sheer exhaustion, Jilly’s desperate cries had at last quieted to shuddering sobs. She was desperately trying to lie still to keep the candle from shifting inside her body, when through a fog of pain she saw Phil kneel down beside her; and when she felt him grasp the candle again, she cried out in terror, “No!! Don’t!! Pleeeease!!! Noooo!!!”
   Phil, with a sad clown’s voice said, “Aw, does that mean the candle game is over?”
  “Yeess!! Take it out!! Pleeease!!!  Take it out of meeee!!!
  “Why? Does it hurt?” Phil taunted.
  “Yeess!!! Take it out!!! It hurrrts!!! It hurrrrrts!!!!
  “Aw gee, and just when the game was getting to be fun.” 
   Feeling the painful internal spasms of Jilly’s petite body vibrate through the candle, Phil couldn’t resist the temptation to torture the child just a bit more. So before he withdrew the candle, he gave it a sudden jerking twist, and was rewarded with another erotically stimulating shriek of a beautiful little girl in unbearable pain. But then, to his unexpected delight, she continued to scream in agony as he slowly pulled the blood-dappled candle out of her rump. The return of Jilly’s badly bruised and abnormally straightened colon to its natural shape and position was as intensely painful as the sadistic penetration of her little body had been, and after a particularly long and piercing scream, her eyes fluttered; she gagged, dry-heaved again and suddenly went completely limp. Phil quickly pulled the rest of the candle out of her, and bent over to listen to the unconscious child’s ragged breathing. 
   Concerned that Phil might have killed her, Max worriedly asked, “Is she all right?”
  “Yeah. I think the kid finally passed out from the pain.” 
   Max relaxed. Both men realized that the girl’s brutal impalement was likely to have done more than just hurt her very badly; for although the candle was only three quarters of an inch thick, repeatedly driving it so far inside Jilly’s slight body had probably caused her to suffer internal injuries. But since they were going to kill the girl in less than half an hour, neither man thought this was of much concern. There would still be more than enough life in their beautiful little victim to make the video of her being slowly strangled and then stabbed to death a unique erotic spectacle.
   Max put down his camera, lit a Camel, and inhaled deeply. Then he said, “Jesus, that was really something. That little thing’s reaction to torture is incredible. I never would have believed an eight-year-old girl could stand such intense pain without passing out. If we could keep her for a few more days we’d be able make a series of torture videos that would drive the pedo S & M freaks wild. No chance of that, though. I just wish we could do more to her for this video, but I doubt she could take it.”
   Phil smiled and said, Yeah, me too. I’d love to string her up and whip the hell out of her sexy little body before I finish her off, but I suppose we should keep her unmarked for the ice picks. Anyway we've got plenty of great stuff on tape. She writhed and screamed more than enough in that scene for Fu Man Chu to get himself off like a cannon. Hell, one of the kid’s convulsions was so violent it snapped the candle in half inside her. If the wick hadn’t held the candle together, four or five inches of it would still be up her ass. We owe the doc one for that nifty little trick of his. I never would have thought of it.”
  “Me either, but I don’t think he ever hurt the girl as badly as you did.”
  “That’s his loss. Doesn’t know how much fun he missed. Probably was too chicken to really torture his own daughter, so he got himself off by hurting her just enough to pretend that he did. Well, what do you want to do with her now?”
  “Let the kid rest for a bit and recoup some of her strength. If she doesn’t come out of it on her own in fifteen minutes, there’s smelling salts in the first aid kit.” 
  “Do you wanna play with her a yourself when she comes around? I could do the shooting for a bonus rape scene. Forcing your cock all the way into that cute little eight-year-old pussy would hurt her real bad. Fu Man Chu didn’t request a rape for this one, but he’d probably love it.”
   Before this, Max had only videoed the torture and killing of their young victims, and he loved the idea of feeling himself thrusting deep inside Jilly’s squirming little body while she screamed in pain, but after thinking for a few moments he said, “Don’t tempt me. After the way you mauled her insides with that candle, raping the kid might kill her before we had a chance to use the ice picks on her. Besides, there isn’t time to drag this one out. The girl is ready to be snuffed, and I need to get Vito off my back.” 

DEATH IN SMALL DOSES 

   Feeling sexually frustrated as he always did when he watched Phil having all the fun, Max Parish returned to his office to sit in silence and think about what came next, and how he would capture it on tape. He wasn’t a classic sociopath, but neither did he qualify as a conscience-driven deep thinker. That torturing and killing young girls excited him sexually was just the way things were as far as Max was concerned. Who knew where it came from? Hell, he didn’t hate women. In fact, if money wasn’t involved, Max wouldn’t let Phil touch a hair on Jilly’s head, no matter how much the both of them might love torturing her. The simple bizarre truth was, they were doing this to Jilly because fabulously rich men, who didn’t have the nerve to do it themselves, were willing to pay mega bucks to watch beautiful little girls being tortured and killed in some of the most gruesome ways imaginable. For Max this primarily was a matter of business, a business that just happened to have incredible sexual perks. It was only through unlikely quirks of fate that Max had accidentally stumbled on the work he loved the most, and that innocent Jilly Witherspoon was doomed to die a horrible death.
   Phil called out from the studio, “I think she’s coming around.”
  “I’ll be right there.”

   When Max entered the studio, he saw that in spite of her bound arms and legs, Jilly had managed to partially curl into the fetal position and was whimpering softly, though her eyes were still closed.    Max asked, “Has she said anything?”
  “No. She’s been like this for the past couple of minutes.”
  “Well let her alone then, and we’ll set up the rope trick.”
  “I already did. I mounted the two hooks; one in the wall over the there, and the other on the right-hand post of the four-poster bed. And there’s a position mark on the floor centered exactly between the two hooks.”
  “How high are the hooks?”
  “Five feet off the ground.” 
  “That should be perfect. She can’t be over four-foot six on her tiptoes.”
  “Four-foot five. I measured. And yeah, the fixed cameras are sighted on where all the action will happen.”
  “The ice picks?”
  “On top of the dresser.”
  “Hey, are you after my Job?”
  “Nah. I just wanna keep you looking over your shoulder.”
  “I’m already doing that. And you were right, by the way. Watching you torture the girl got me horny as hell, and the fact that she’s only eight years old somehow made it even hotter. I guess we’re a just couple of weird fucks. 
   Phil smiled and said, “Let’s get started. You ain’t seen nothin’ yet.”
   Max picked up the hand-held camera, as Phil walked onto the set. Then...
  “Hey! Where’s your mask?”
  “...er, Right.”
  “Jesus, again!”

   After Phil retrieved the clown mask and put it on, Max said, “I’ve started the cameras rolling. If you can wake the girl up, just play it by ear. You’ve been great at that so far.”
   Phil knelt down next to Jilly, gently shook her shoulder, and said, “Hey! Wake up, sleepy head! It’s time to play!”
   Jilly stirred and mumbled something inaudible. Phil shook her again, and said, “Hey! It’s time to play!”
   The girl opened her eyes and started crying. Phil stroked her lustrous pale blonde hair, and said,  “There, there now. Everything’s all right”
   Sniffling back her tears, Jilly said, “No it’s not. You hurt me. You really hurt me!” She  turned her head away from Phil and started crying again.
   Phil, acting the silly clown, said, “I’m sorry. Please, please don’t cry. It’s time to play!”
  “I don’t wanna play anymore. I wanna go home. I wanna go home!”
  “But you can’t go home yet. There’s still one last game to play. It’s brand new and lots of fun!”
  “W-what is it?”
  “It’s called the hold-your-breath game, and it’s my best favorite!”
  “I don’t wanna play that game. You’ll hurt me again.”
  “Aw no I won’t. I promise! Cross my heart and all my fingers and toes!?
  “No!”
  “But you have to play the last game. You can’t go home unless you play it. You’ll have to stay here all night!”
   That frightened Jilly, as it would any eight-year-old girl. More than anything, she wanted to be home and safe in her bed. She was silent for a few moments, but then asked haltingly, “H-how do you play the game?”
  “Oh, it’s real easy. All you have to do is stand over there in the middle of the room and do one simple thing, Here, I’ll show you.”
  “You have to untie my legs. I can’t walk.”
  “You don’t need to walk for this game.” Phil lifted the girl up onto her feet, but when he did she cried out: “Aaaoooow!”
  “What’s the matter?” Phil asked with mock concern.
  “It hurts! My tummy and my behind hurt!”
   Phil looked down at the girl and saw a small trickle of blood seep out of her rectum. Hastily he said, “Oh, those are just cramps from lying in the floor too long. They’ll stop hurting by the time the game is over.” Then he picked up Jilly and set her on the position mark. As he did he thought, Max was right. She is too light to be strangled to death by hanging her the conventional way. Then the sheer evil of what he was about to do to the little girl began to turn him on even more than he had been. Phil looked down to see his erection making a conspicuous bulge in his baggy clown pants, and he smiled as he said, “Now just stand there straight. We’re almost ready to start the game.”
  “O-okay. Will it take long?”
  “That depends on how well we play it,” Phil answered cheerfully. He took the fifteen foot, soft nylon rope, one end of which was tied to the wall hook, and looped it once around Jilly’s slender little neck, being careful to lift her all of lovely blonde hair out of the way first. 
  “W-hat’s that for?”
  “It’s to keep you from falling down,” Phil answered as he ran the rope through the hook on the bedpost, and then firmly gripped the loose end with both hands.
  “Are you ready to play”
  “What do I do?”
  “That’s easy. Just take a deep breath and hold it as long as you can.”
   The rope around her neck made Jilly very uneasy, but she couldn’t think of anything to do but what she’d been told. So she breathed in deeply, and Phil said, “Oh yes, that’s very pretty. Now hold it!” He suddenly pulled on the rope. The nylon tightened cruelly around Jilly’s soft white neck and lifted her up on her tiptoes.
   Max thought, Jesus, this is fantastic! Her little body is gorgeous like that! And the look of  fright in those big blue eyes is incredible! This is the best!
   Jilly was more than frightened now; she was petrified and in severe pain from the squeezing pressure on her delicate. She opened her mouth, but all she could force out in strangled little gasps were a few desperate, nearly inaudible words: “....hurts....can’t....b-breathe...”
   With undisguised delight, Phil laughed sardonically and said, “You’re not supposed to breathe, silly! This is the-hold-your-breath game!” He suspended the little girl like this, torturing her on the edge of the abyss for nearly thirty seconds. Then he pulled harder and the strangling rope tightened around Jilly’s slender neck even more, squeezing her windpipe completely shut and lifting her straining little toes off the floor.
   When Jilly was six years old she’d had a severe asthma-like attack. Not being able to breathe had become her darkest fear, but this was infinitely worse. Now there were the excruciating pains in her throat, as her little tongue was forced out of her mouth in a perpetual gag reflex. With her heart pounding wildly in her chest, Jilly’s petite body squirmed and writhed like a mortally wounded fish on a hook. Another thirty seconds passed that dragged by like minutes. Her tongue was forced farther out of her gaping mouth. Her beautiful eyes, wide with mindless terror, began to noticeably bulge out of her head. White hot pains stabbed through Jilly’s air-starved lungs and began to radiate throughout her struggling little body. Another minute Passed. Her vision blurred. Her lungs were on fire now, and her franticly beating heart was shooting blinding pains through the veins and arteries of the little girl’s chest, arms and legs. Jilly had reached a climax of all-consuming agony, which she suffered through for two more hellish minutes. Finally, with her body weakening, Jilly’s desperate writhing slowed and then ceased. He naked little body hung motionlessly but for a few involuntary twitches and spasms. The studio was silent as a tomb, except for the pitiful little gurgling noises of a young girl who is being slowly strangled to death. Jilly’s adorable face was turning blue. Her tongue lolled lifelessly out of the corner of her mouth. Then, well into the fourth minute of this unrelenting torture, her body convulsed and her eyes rolled back in her head. Had she known of the absolute horror come, Jilly probably would have chosen to die at this moment. But the choice wasn’t hers. With no limits to her merciless killer’s sadistic lusts, there wasn’t the slightest hope they would allow the beautiful child’s death to be this easy. Phil released the rope, and she slumped to the floor in a little heap of ravaged girl flesh.

   Jilly didn’t start breathing immediately. She lay there silently for ten seconds before her body and limbs shuddered violently, and an unearthly wheezing wail came out of her that was the trapped air in her lungs rushing through her vocal cords. Jilly’s body shook again, she coughed and then started gulping for breath with rapid, gasping inhales and exhales as if there wasn’t enough sweet air in all the world to fill her aching lungs. 
   Watching the naked little blonde being slowly strangled to the brink of death had pushed Max to the pinnacle of sexual arousal. Now, as he stared at the lovely child while she struggled for breath that couldn’t come fast enough, he thought, If I don’t get myself off soon, I’m gonna fucking explode! This is hell!

   It took almost two minutes for Jilly’s coughing gasps to subside and her breathing to return to something like normal. Surprisingly, she didn’t cry at first. The little girl probably was too shocked by her strangulation. But then the horror of what had been done to her struck, and Jilly began sobbing as if her heart was breaking. It was several more minutes until the girl’s bitter tears subsided, and she calmed down enough to realize that she had played the game. She could go home!
   Phil had moved off camera while Jilly was recovering. Now that her quaking sobs had finally quieted to sniffles, he returned to the set, stood over the girl and silently stared down at her. The image of the six-foot man towering over the beautiful, naked little girl at his feet was a tableau of total physical and sexual dominance. Max knew what came next. It was time to kill her, but Max didn’t know how Phil would handle it. He quickly found out when Jilly looked up at Phil, and croaked in a hoarse little voice, “C-can I go home now?”
  “Go home? Why should I let you go home.?”
  “But I played the game! You promised!”
  “You didn’t play it right.”
  “I did! I did!”
  “No you didn’t!” Phil said with a voice hard as nails. The silly clown was gone forever. He had been replaced by something cold and dark that fed a young girl’s agony and thirsted for her death. Phil uncoiled the rope from Jilly’s aching little neck, lifted her onto her feet and placed her on the mark again, but her knees gave way and she slumped back to the floor. Phil growled menacingly, grabbed her bound wrists and pulled her up by her slender arms, making Jilly scream as they painfully twisted in her shoulder sockets. “Shut up you little brat! Stand up straight or I‘ll start jamming that candle up your butt again, and I won‘t stop until it‘s so deep inside you it will never come out!”
   Jilly’s face turned white and she trembled with fear while Phil coiled the rope around her deeply bruised neck once more. “Please don’t!” she begged  “I’ll be good! I’ll pay a different game! Please, please don’t choke me again! Pleeease!” 
  “Be quiet! You must play this game until you get it right!”
   Jilly was sobbing uncontrollably as Phil quickly ran the rope through the bedpost hook, and growled, “You’ll get it right this time, brat! This time you’re gonna to die!” He pulled on the rope, and yanked the horrified child into the air by her tortured neck.

   Max zoomed in for a close-up of Jilly’s adorable little face. She looked right into the camera, and with tears of pain streaming down her cheeks, she silently mouthed one unmistakable word: “please!” Then the gag reflex forced her tongue out of her mouth, and her exquisite little body began to writhe again, this time in its dance of death.
   Phil tied off the rope, went over to the dangling child and savagely punched her in the belly. Jilly’s eyes almost popped out of her head as her squirming body doubled over and swung wildly from the killing rope. Satisfied that his vicious punch had hurt the girl terribly, Phil walked to the dresser to get the four ice picks. It was time for the ultimate atrocity. 
   Phil slipped three picks in his waist band, and walked up behind the strangling little blonde. After pausing for a moment to choose his target, Phil stabbed an ice pick into the back of the girl’s left thigh. Her body jerked, and a high-pitched squeak forced it’s way out of her constricted throat. Phil stepped back so Max could zoom in on the four inches of steel that were buried in the soft young flesh and quivering thigh muscles. Then Phil pulled the pick out of Jilly’s leg, and immediately thrust it into and almost completely through her other thigh. She shuddered again, but not so violently as the first time, as if the tortures of her second slow strangulation were sapping the little girl’s ability to react to new pain. But Phil was just getting started on her. He left the ice pick imbedded in the girl’s shapely little thigh, and took another one out of his waist band. He moved Jilly’s bound hands out of the way, hesitated to savor the moment, and then mercilessly plunged the ice pick down and into the small of the child’s back, stabbing it completely through one of her kidneys. The girl’s lithe body arched and bucked wildly in indescribable agony. In reaction, an intense rush of sexual pleasure surged through Max’s loins as he thought, Jesus, I can’t imagine how much that must have hurt her.
   Phil grabbed the girl’s shoulder to control her frantic struggles while he continued to work the pick into her contorting little body, not stopping until all five inches were forced inside her. Jilly’s mouth was open wide in a silent scream when Phil moved in front of her and sadistically held up the third ice pick for her to see. Then, while she stared at him in horror, Phil, with one savage thrust, drove it all the way into the girl’s lower belly. There was a gurgling imitation of a shriek, and her bound legs shot upward as she reflexively tied to double over from the hellish pain in her skewered entrails. Smiling with pleasure, Phil paused for almost a minute to get off on the beautiful child’s mortal agony. Then he plunged the fourth pick into the pit of her stomach with one swift motion. Her body jerked; her legs lifted weakly and then slowly dropped back down. Mad with the sexual blood lust that enflamed his need to torture this innocent little girl to death, Phil twisted the pick around inside her quivering guts, grinding it into her belly with enough force to lift her entire body, but in Jilly’s weakened condition she could only convulse feebly in response to this ultimate brutality. Phil finally let go of the ice pick, and with his evil work completed, he slipped off the set so all three cameras could get unobstructed views of the four cruel weapons that were deeply imbedded in the dying little girl’s body.
   Strangled and viciously stabbed five times, Jilly could take no more. Her desperate struggles having all but ceased, even the girl’s convulsive writhing slowed to spasmodic twitches as she began to go into shock. A mixture of blood and drool began to dribble out of the corner of her mouth. Still she would not die. Jilly suffered through two more endless minutes of excruciating pain until the final spark of life was squeezed out of her, and she dangled motionlessly by her crushed neck. The eight year old’s torment, and her life, appeared to be over; but then Jilly quivered and her eyes flickered open in agonized incomprehension as her impaled body went into the torturous convulsions of her death throes. With his eyes riveted on the expiring child, Phil furiously masturbated off camera; while Max, amazed and delighted that it was taking the little girl so long to die, continued shooting. After beautifully displaying her mortal agony, the child’s vigorous contortions ended with a final, spine-arching death spasm. There were a few barely perceptible post-mortem twitches and all movement ceased. With her blue-green eyes staring vacantly into space, adorable Jilly Witherspoon hung limply from the killing rope. 

   It was over. The girl was dead, but Max, mesmerized by the sight, continued to shoot her gently swaying body and the warm blood that slowly trickled down her supple legs and dripped onto the studio floor. A bit stunned yet incredibly aroused by what they had just done to the innocent child, Max finally put down the camera and softly said, “Jesus, that was unbelievable. The agony that little thing must have been in while she was dying.”
   Phil, was coming down after having had a astonishingly powerful orgasm while he watched the eight-year-old girl’s convulsive death agonies. He nodded and said almost reverently, “Max, we’ve created a snuff masterpiece.” Then Phil quickly recovered, and as he as he was walking back to the office, he added, “I’ll call Tony for a pickup.”

   The following morning, Max called Vito to give him the news. The phone on the other end rang several times, and then he heard the familiar gruff voice say, “Yeah?”
  “It’s me...er, do you know who this is?”
  “Yeah, I know who it is. What about the video?”
  “We shot it yesterday, and I’m not lying when I say it’s the best thing we’ve done.” 
  “I heard. When do I get it?”
  “We just started the editing. Give it two more days.”
  “That’s good, because the client ordered another one.”
  “Another one? Already?”
  “Yeah. He wants you to burn a twelve-year-old girl to death at the stake.” Vito chuckled, and mimicked, “Like-ee Joan Arc. Make-ee work of art.”
   Max Parish just groaned and mumbled, “Oh, Jesus.”

THE END

Comments welcome.

Waldo Lydecker
10/4/01

Modified and expanded
12/12/01, 12/29/01, 4/12/02, 6/14/02, 9/23/02, 1/23/03, 5/15/03