The men riding the sulkies were used to handling teams of powerful horses, and they had no difficulty in guiding the bound bitches who ran with their faces pointed skyward, unable to see. The poles from the sulkies tugged unmercifully at the large thick rings in the running ladies' cunts, and their reins were jerked unmercifully to guide them around the course, driven forward by the vicious lashing of the whips.

One of the riders popped the eyes of all three girls on his team with hisskillful use of his whip on their faces. By doing so, he removed the temptation for the blinded cunts to attempt to see where they were going, and made them more responsive to their reins. The riders deliberately rantheir teams into the barrels, causing them to fall. They then whipped the poor nudes savagely as the girls struggled to regain their feet.

All of the girls soon had ling sharp slivers piercing their inner thighs and the lower edge of their cunt lips from the wooden poles anchored to their cunt rings. All of them were showing trickles and smears of their blood from the whipping, and as the murderous mayhem continued, all eighteen of the horsegirls began to freely released prodigious sprays of hot piss from their battered cunts.

Several of them also lost anal control, and produced long steaming logs of shit from the horrors they were suffering. The disgusting display of incredible sexual violence was stimulating to the rugged ranchers, and those watching from the corral railing had their pants unbuttoned, and were openly and rigorously masturbating. Wranglers brought a pack of saddled horses around, and the men sitting on the fence mounted up.

Now the outlandish race took on a new dimension. The gate of the corral was opened, and the men in the sulkies drove their horsegirls out and upthe road out of the valley. The horsemen did not follow, but instead rode along the valley to a point half a mile away were the banks became much steeper. At last they came to a buffalo jump, a place were the cliff was steep. Years before, the Indians had used this site to kill buffalo by stampeding as many as an entire herd of them over the edge from the top2E The squaws and older men would wait below, and kill with heavy clubsany of the animals that survived the long tortuous fall. The horsemen waited patiently, and at last they heard the crack of the womanwhips and the screams of the running women from beyond the ridge of the hill high above them. The men in the sulkies had lined the girls up near the top of the cliff, and now were racing the teams of harnessed girls blindly toward the precipice. It was incredible. The men driving the sulkies leaped from the frail racing vehicles at the last instant, and the teams of naked girls pulling them, their heads pulled back so severely that they could not see where they were going, ran blindly into space, several hundred feet above the valley bottom.

The girls and the sulkies tumbled, hitting the steep sloped sides of the cliff as they plunged downward. They hit the rugged rocks and bounced, breaking limbs, crushing a couple of skulls, and doing deadly damage as they entertained the ranchers with their totally helpless descent. Shrill screams and flailing arms became dull crushing bumps and ragdoll spinning as the three teams of naked females tumbled, then finally rolled to a stop at the bottom of the cliff. Two of the girls had their cunts ripped free of the iron rings, and two of the nudes were impaled, one up the assand the other through the guts, with sulky poles.

Four big bound tits had been ripped off the chests of the horsegirls, but three of those were still attached in line to the others. Amazingly, three of the cunts were still alive when the ranchers rode over to inspectthem. The men drew their guns, and used the bodies of those that were clearly dead as targets. The bitchmeat carcasses bounced beautifully as the slugs ripped into them.

The girls who were still alive pleaded with desperation to be put out of their misery, but the ranchers gained more satisfaction by leaving them lying in the hot sun to die naturally. They knew scavengers would come when they left, and rip the meat off them. Because the injured women were unable to defend themselves, the bolder of the scavengers would rip the meat off the before they died. Within a few days, their bones would be clean, and in a year would merge with the bleached buffalo bones that littered the site.

The spring rains lasted nearly two weeks, with only brief periods of relief. More rain fell in that short time than anyone could remember from years past, and there were ponds of stagnant water all over the prairie where only dry depressions had been. A couple of weeks after the heaviest rain ended, the mosquitoes and horse flies were worse than they had been in years. They were particularly bad in a section where there was a wandering stream with several ponds of stagnant water. Two of the older girlshad gained weight over the winter, and were now considered a bit too plump for the active bitchbutchering sports the men enjoyed. It was decided that rather than take the time and trouble to get them back in shape, they would be used in a novel entertainment that would be enjoyable despite their pudgy appearance. Four of the wealthy ranchers had come out to their special secret retreatfor a day of fun, and these two big breasted bitches were taken out one hot afternoon, and were told they were going to be treated to a swim. They rode with the ranchers in a wagon that was covered with net, to protect the passengers from the mosquitoes and the biting horse flies. The biting insects were particularly bad at this time of year, which suited the ranchers' purposes perfectly. During the trip, the plump girls were stripped naked, and were raped at will by their wealthy owners. They were used to this kind of treatment, from the wranglers who handled them, and although it was dehumanizing and brutal, they had accustomed themselves to this kind of severely debasing sexual abuse. When they had been roundly fucked, so that their mouths, rectums and vaginas dribbled fresh semen, the wranglers fastened a steel cuff onto the left ankle of each of the chubby bitches, with a length of chain attached. They arrived at the stream after an hour of travel, and the nude girls were pushed out of the wagon. They were quickly swarmed by the large meat eating and blood sucking insects, to the delight of the observers sittingsafely behind the insect netting. The two screaming nudes hastily rushed into the small pond by the tiny stream, and flopped down, seeking the protection of the water. They were startled to find that the muddy water was only inches deep, and provided them no protection from the persistentinsects whatsoever.

They got to their feet and bolted toward the wagon, but were grabbed by the wranglers, and had the chains attached to their ankles staked to the ground. They were held fast, and although they both tried desperately, were unable to pull the long stakes from the ground. The wagon moved a short distance away, and then stopped, with the ranchers comfortably positioned to watch the pudgy young naked ladies from the safety of the nets as they were swarmed by the carnivorous insects. At first the staked out naked slave ladies slapped at the fiercely biting insects, attempting to kill the small attackers with smacks from their hands. That worked at first, although they could not reach all parts of their bodies.

Soon the two desperately slapping nudes were covered with tiny smears of their own blood and squashed mosquitoes. As the number of swarming insects increased, they danced and smacked themselves viciously, squashing bloodgorged mosquitoes against their bare flesh while attempting to scare others of the flying bugs away. The hysterically screaming nudes then attempted to roll on the ground when the incessant mosquitoes became unbearable, but to no avail. As they regained their feet, a large swarm of big horse flies came from nowhere, and they were teemed with much more agitation than they could deal with.

For more than a hour the two hobbled bitches screamed and struggled with the incredible swarms of insects as they were bitten all over their nakedbodies. The mosquitoes left welts, and smears of blood where they were squashed, while the much large horse flies actually bit out little bits of skin and then small chunks of meat, that by themselves were not significant, but in their totality left a growing pattern of raw bitch meat exposed.

Long before they fell for the last time, both of the screaming bitches lost their sanity with the ceaseless attack, and as the men watched from the comfort of their protective netting, the pair of naked girls were literally eaten alive. It was an inspired event, and the four horsemen congratulated themselves as they finished their whisky. The girls were still alive and trembling when the wranglers cut off their feet, to retrieve thevaluable steel anklets and chains they wore, and to ensure that they would not escape their certain fate.

The wagon left them as they were totally covered with the feasting horseflies. They were alive, but the fight was in them was gone. It would take weeks for the meateating insects to consume the two carcasses, if indeed the insects were left to themselves, but they would have assistance from the coyotes. Within fortyeight hours, the bitch bones would be picked as clean as those of the girls who had died after tumbling off the cliff a month earlier.

Duke and four of the others ranchers were moving some cattle with their men, and the five cattle owners stopped at a stagecoach waystation for dinner. As they arrived, the coach did also, and they were delighted to see that its passengers were a group of very attractive young French speaking women. They were in a perky mood, and their suggestive conversation was designed to titillate the men they saw entering with them. They let it be known from their conversation that they were from the French Quarterof New Orleans, were experienced whores, and were being transported to stock a small town brothel. The men saw that the lady in charge, who the others called Fleurette, wasno more than twentyfour, and the five girls she supervised, although clearly seasoned whores, were in their late teens. The girls proved their immaturity by acting silly. They all giggled as they spoke, like a gaggle of geese. Their silly and selfcentered behavior made the woman serving them uneasy, and they were vicious in their unkind remarks and treatment of her. Duke smiled, and the men with him agreed to give these young ladies a taste of respect and discipline. They left the remote way station ahead of the stage, and were ready for it when it reached a narrow draw in the forested area of some small hills.Only two shots by the skilled ambushing snipers were required to take out the stagecoach driver and his single guard. Within moments Fleurette and her gaggle of beautiful teenage whores were the captives of the powerful men. The beautiful young bitches were trussed in pairs, and slung over the backs of three of the stage's horses. These pack horses were led to a small seasonal sawmill which was less than five miles away. It was abandoned at this time of year, as it was used only in the fall. The machinery was well maintained, and was fully operational. The men filled the boiler with water, and started the fires. Within a couple of hours, the engine that ran the mill would have a full head of steam. The ranchers took their branding irons from their saddle bags, and laid them in the engine's fire box to heat. They would get their enjoyment from these young fillies using whatever they had at hand or could find,and this rustic mill was rich with interesting opportunities.

When the preparations were completed, they stripped Fleurette naked, leaving her wearing only her black stockings and her high heeled button boots2E She was a very pleasant looking girl, with long shiny black hair combed straight, a slightly stocky build, and a plump set of round pointed titties. She looked like she could give a man a real ride for his money. Her vagina had apparently been well used, and the lips were full and curled. She had plucked the hair that grew along the sides of her cunt and through the seam between her buttocks, to give herself a civilized ratherthan a hairy look. The curls of her extruding inner sex lips were clearly visible as they spread out of the fold of her artfully plucked pubic mound.

Unlike the younger girls in the party of whores, Fleurette could also speak English, although she did so with a strong and sexy French accent. Duke slapped her full round ass with a stick he had brought into the mill with him, and she turned around, displaying her full charms to the men surrounding her. They were impressed at the fullness of her ass cheeks, andwith the way they rippled as she moved. This cunt was made of prime meat, and would be an ideal subject for the fun they planned to have with her. She was a provocative slut, and was fully worthy of the right grantedher to entertain the men with her suffering. The younger ladies, bound to stout posts near the wall and still in theirclothing, watched as the men found a long inchthick iron bar, and drovethe pointed end deep into the side of one of Fleurette's fat tits, raising hysterical screams from the young prostitute. Twisting it as he pushed, the man holding the shaft managed to work it right through the full mammary, so that it burst through the other side, and then entered the other. He persisted, and his efforts paid off when the tip of the bar emerged through the far side of her other breast. Fleurette's pair of pudgy pale milkers were now completely impaled.

Next Duke threw a pair of ropes over a high stout beam, and the ends weretied to the ends of the rod sticking out of her tits. The men then usedthese ropes to pull her into the air, swinging by her impaled tits. Herarms and legs were left free, as it was evident there was no way she could improve her position, and the men loved to see abused bitches thrash and struggle. In this case, her struggles would serve their purpose, as any movement would increase her discomfort, as well as amplify the seriousness of her situation. Although she was already in deep shit, her situation could now only deteriorate. Fleurette knew with certainty that she and the other young prostitutes were not going to leave this sadistic party alive. The men found some rolls of rusted barbed wire, and Duke showedthe others how to make simple but devastating whips. He used a four foot length of pole that were an inch and a half thick. He nailed a six foot length of the stiff wire to one end, and his weapon was ready. The other men made similar tools, and they were ready to give the young lady hanging by her plump boobs a lesson in satisfying merciless sadists.

Duke started the action, slashing the length of barbed wire viciously at Fleurette's stretched tit meat. The other men joined in, and the squealing human pig danced beautifully in the air as she started to bleed. The men were in no hurry, and gave her time between each brutal blow to experience the horror of her savage beating. Judging by her screams and frantic twisting and bucking, the pain they were giving her was excruciating.

The makeshift wire bitch whips were working perfectly. The men paid fullhomage to Fleurette's round ass and sassy cunt, at first splitting and then stripping bits of meat from her. She took the extreme physical abuselike a true coward, screaming at the top of her lungs in both French andEnglish, begging her male tormentors for mercy. Her blood trickled fromher torn flesh, and her lovely crotch soon resembled raw beef. Now the men pulled their branding irons from the fire, as they looked for a novelway to entertain her. "Let's brand her boot!" one of the men shouted. Two of the men grabbed her legs and held them firmly as the man who had the idea brought his branding iron up under the sole of her right boot. The leather smoked immediately, and then sizzled as the whitehot iron burned into it. Her leg buckled, but the man held firm, and straightened it again. The bitch's piercing scream announced the fire had reached her foot. The sadistic rancher pressed harder, and although she twisted and tried to kick, the glowing iron burned deep into the meat of her foot.

Still the man pressed, and after less than thirty seconds, the fiery toolburned through the top of her boot. The rancher had used the iron to burn the lower twothirds of her foot off! Fleurette was hysterical. Smoke rose from the destroyed boot and stump of her foot, but there was no blood: the heat of the iron had effectively cauterized the wound as it was being made. A second iron was applied to her, this one against the side of the other boot, above the ankle. The same force and endurance were used, and the squealing bitch's other pretty foot dropped to the ground, completely severed by the brightly glowing branding iron. The bound girls watching this murderous sport were also near hysteria, terrorized by the inhuman brutality of the ranchers as they worked on Fleurette. What the young whores found most terrifying was how much these menwere enjoying their bizarre recreation. They had often seen men at the brothel that had paid to beat the whores, and all of them had endured theabusive attentions more than one such cowboy. There the limits were understood and strictly enforced. Here there were no restrictions. In thisdusty sawmill the men were unleashing their wildest instincts, and they were awesome. While the hanging bitch's legs were being held apart, two of the other men brought forward a long saw. It was the kind designed to be used by twomen to cut through big trees. It consisted of a long flat blade, with ahandle on either end. The men brought the large saw up between Fleurette's spread legs, and laid the teeth against the lips of her damaged French pussy. They were going to demonstrate to her how easily both trees andbitches could be split. This was a lesson the brutalized bitch was not eager to learn. At first the huge saw blade was drawn backward, with the grain, so that the sharp teeth slid and rubbed against her delicate sex flesh but did notcut into the tenderized meat of her cunt and her anus. The saw was long, and the men drew it back slowly, giving her ample opportunity to experience the horror of what was about to happen to her. She was getting the picture, and the plump girl's imagination was no match for the horror herruthless captors planned for her.

With a sudden jerk, the huge saw was pulled forward, and it ripped into her naked pussy as if the tender female sex meat was softened butter. Thelarge saw teeth, designed to bite into the green wood of a growing tree,ate more than an inch deep into her crotch on the first pull, opening the division between her front and rear fuck slots, making them into one opening. Again the saw was drawn back, this time well lubricated by Fleurette's blood. The second draw of the large saw cut right into her pelvic bone, and the dangling bitch bucked feverishly with the horror and pain of the terrible intrusion. With only a brief hesitation, the men pulled the saw again, and it dug deeper into her torso, revealing the pretty young prostitute's tight pack of pink intestines.

Suddenly the steam whistle blew. That was the signal that there was a full head of steam, and that the equipment had to be used, to avoid excessive pressure buildup in the boiler. For the moment, Fleurette was saved by the bell. Three of the men used pike poles to lever a log into the chute, and then the great circular saw was started. The mechanism was set in motion, and the log slid toward the spinning blade, to be slit lengthwise. The drive chain that moved the large log was released, and the log'smovement was arrested. Duke selected a pretty blonde girl with bulging boobies, pressed up by her corset into a startling cleavage for an eighteen year old. The men stripped off the girl's dress, but left on her corset. The agreed they would let the saw take care of stripping her nude. With her panties off, they saw what most interested them at the moment, and soon her entire figurewould be revealed. She was lifted and laid along the log on her back, with her vivacious vulva presented to the loudly whirling blade. When she was securely bound, the chain drive was once more engaged, and the log moved slowly but relentlessly toward the saw. The end of the log made contact, and the blade screamed as it bit into the wood, throwing out a large fan of sawdust. The progressive movement of the big log was both steady and horrifying.

The beautiful young blonde screamed in terror, begging the men to be merciful and to release her. The noise of the steam engine and of the saw blade ripping through the large log all but drowned out her pleading, and even if they had heard her clearly, none of her captors understood French.

The other girls were bug eyed and unblinking as they watched the log moveceaselessly toward the naked sex organ of their friend. The girls wondered how far these evil men would let the blade cut into her. They were soon to find out. The men stood back to enjoy the bizarre scene as both the log and the girl riding it were slowly and deliberately cut in two lengthwise. When theterrible sawblade finally reached her, it ripped into the meat of the screaming young girl's cunt, biting effortlessly into the defenseless female organ. The gang was run at its slowest speed to increase the pleasure of the men watching the lively young woman's literal parting.

Without pause, the whirling saw slowly ripped on up through her pelvis and across her belly. The sawdust being thrown by the speeding blade was suddenly red as blood and bits of bloodied female flesh were ripped and spewed onto the growing pile of sawdust on the sawmill floor. It was a beautiful sight to the perpetrators, and grossly revolting to their helplessvictims. The four other girls still dressed and bound at the sidelines were now all white with shock, and they pee'd in their panties as they watched theirfriend being neatly cut in half up the middle. They saw the blade eat up across her tight tummy and into the whalebone girdle that hid her navel2E Soon the saw was past where her belly button would be, and then it was approaching the join of her ribs. The slender bones of her rib cage and sternum were nothing to the saw. It cut up through her corset betweenher squeezed and bulged tits, and the waist and breastrestraining device fell free, revealing those marvelous nippled mounds of wobbling pink tit flesh. Her legs spread by their own weight, and she slowly peeled apart, in a spread "V" starting at the bitchsplitting blade. Still the saw persisted,and it cut upward, furrowing through the log and the young lady, rippingthrough her neck and chin. Her sides continued to move apart on either side of the murderous blade. It split her face and head in half, and finally her two halves fell off the log, now completely separated. The men dumped her viscera and internal organs into a deep dry well. Ropes over the high beam were tied to each ankle, and the halves of the butchered girl was pulled up and hung like two swinging sides of beef. When the log had also been completely split, the trough was rotated, and another log was loaded onto it. This time the log would be cut across, into two shorter logs. Another girl was brought forward, and her clothingstripped from her. She was tied onto the log lying along its length on her belly. She was positioned so that her waist was aligned with the steampowered circular blade. The ranchers were surprised that the young girl found another store of urine. She pissed a golden arch as she and thelog she was bound to were moved toward the saw.

Her bindings were secure, holding her firmly in place on the log. She was totally helpless in her futile struggles as the log onto which she was bound inched steadily toward the whining saw. The whirring teeth found the wood first, then in seconds began to cut into her side. Her buttocks spread, and she produced a steaming string of fat firm turds as the bladeripped deeper into her, until it effectively bisected her at the waist. Her entrails joined those of the vertically halved girl in the well, then her lower half was hung by an ankle and her upper half by a wrist, whenher divided parts were strung up like those of the girl before her. The men then momentarily returned their attention to Fleurette. The girl's big boobs had stretched more than three inches since she had been hanged by the iron rod through them. She was laced with bleeding welts from the rusty barbed wire whips, and she was dripping blood from the deep sawcut through her naked crotch. However, the beautiful blackhaired cunt still had a lot of life and fight left in her. Three of the men brought short stepladders and set them up beside her. They climbed the ladders, and while one of them pulled on her arm, the other two, using the twoman saw, cut the shapely limb off her above the elbow. They moved the ladders, and then repeated the amputation on her other arm. They tied barbed wire tightly around the stumps to reduce the loss of blood. They had no interest in saving her life, but they wanted to prolong her agony until they were finished with her.

Duke and another rancher pulled another girl forward, the smallest of thegroup. She was the only one who's dress covered her bosom, but the garment did nothing to hide the impressive dimensions of the mammaries it covered. When they stripped off her provocative dress, they were startled to see that there was no padding. Naked her large full breasts were even more impressive. The petite young woman had a remarkable figure that herclothing had concealed. Two men grabbed her and held her stretched between them, with one holdingher wrists and the other her bare ankles. In this position, they moved her toward the murderously spinning saw. They lifted her above it, bellydownward, and the spunky young woman with the hourglass figure desperately arched her back to keep herself above the flying steel teeth. Like the girls before her, she pissed as she was moved closer to the viciously whirling saw blade. The men were impatient, and were excited that they had uncovered such a delightful little woman, so they swung her in a high arch. In a single drop, the slender waisted bitch was neatly twinned.

Duke held the lower half by the ankles, and he lifted her and dropped herbuttocks over the large round blade, and it sliced right through her, cleanly quartering her. The other man dropped her chest over the blade, cutting her upper half in two. Her body parts were then hung up beside those of the other butchered girls. The ranchers now used the twoman saw to cut off Fleurette's legs high above the knee, and they used their hot branding irons to stem the flow of blood. She was now reduced to a fourstumped torso, hanging by the heavyrod through her big tits. She had no arms or legs to thrash and kick, but she put on an impressive show with her bleeding stumps and seductivelytwisting torso. There would be more time for her once they had dealt with the last of the young prostitutes. This girl, although only eighteen, was more maturely developed physicallythan were any of the others. Her breasts were full and ripe, like thoseof a woman who had born and nursed several children. Her large mammaries were full and firm and the pink nipples stood erect and jutted out boldly on the peaks of her firm milkers. Her waist was flared, and her firm round buttocks were dimpled and were both bulged and concave in the rightplaces. She was as comely as any cunts the men had among their stock atthe Devil's Haven ranch. Duke put a rope over the high beam, set the noose over her neck, and pulled her off the floor, so that her tits were at eye level. She was an ideal young French heifers, and these men were in the mood to sink their hotirons into prime bitch meat. The irons were all hot, and the naked young woman was properly strung up and her shapely form presented, ready for branding. "It's ass branding time!" one of the men shouted, and six glowing irons were thrust against her buttocks and hips. Smoke sizzled from the big brands as they were pressed against her buttocks, and burned searing brandsdeep into her ass meat. Her screams echoed off the rafters as the ironswere pressed into her shapely glutes, and redoubled as the big branding tools were withdrawn, with some of her meat pulled free, as it had been cooked onto the glowing irons. "Its calf branding time!" another shouted, and the backs of her legs took the six searing brands. The men held her securely as they worked with their smoking irons, and her desperate struggling tightened the strangling noose around her neck. The heated metal was heavy enough that it lost little of its heat as the irons were applied to the living meat of the screaming girl. "It's tit branding time!" shouted a third, and the six large irons, still glowing hot, were pressed sizzling into the fatty meat of her big breasts. The men let the brands sink more than two inches deep into the soft meat of the girl's breasts, and when they were withdrawn, the sight was astounding.

Her erect nipples had completely disappeared, burned off as the glowing irons had cooked their way into the French bitch's marvelous mammaries. Top, bottom, sides and centers of the young girl's tender boobs had been deeply roasted with the terrible hot irons, which had been designed to permanently mark the tough hides of cows. Three of the irons had actually made contact inside the fatty meat of the big tits. Duke pulled an inchthick iron shaft out of the fire. It was not a branding iron, but was designed to burn a chain hole through fence posts. "Cunt roasting time!" he said. Two of the ranchers pulled the hanging girl's shapely legs apart, and Duke positioned the monstrous whitehot iron in front of her lovely twat. "We're going to fuck you with the devil's penis!" The men holding the hanging girl's legs peeled apart the pink inner wrinkled lips of her vagina, revealing the female sex organ's beautiful inner vestibule. Duke moved the point of the glowing iron into position, and pressed it in a sliding motion against the base of the tightly stretched cunt lips, burning right through them, so that they were easily pulled off2E He had effectively circumcised the pretty young French girl! The men holding her then used their strong fingers to press the spread outer labia into the sides of her groin. They pressed so hard that the inner tunnel of her cunt was forced open, and Duke lined up the glowing ironwith the now inviting orifice of the young girl's gaping pussy. When hehad perfect alignment, he thrust the white hot metal deep into her sex cavity, so far that it entered her cervix, easily cooking its way through her tender inner sex meat. The girl bucked and twisted wildly, putting incredible strain on the ropearound her neck. Her performance was incredible. Black smoke spewed from her cunt around the shaft of the iron in its grip. The meat of her velvety fuck chute and her uterus was quickly cooked right onto the iron, holding the heavy tool in place. The men released her to watch her phenomenal unrestrained dance of death. She proved to be a reckless fighter.

The men promptly pulled out their stout penises and masturbated openly asthey watched the beautiful nude young lady struggle on the end of the rope. Her efforts were useless in terms of her needs, but fit perfectly the wishes of her powerful male captors. Her face was dark red and swollen, her eyes bulged, and her gums were bleeding. At last she emptied her colon, as she lost fundamental control. She swung silently, kicking in jolting spasms, with the obscene shaft of the branding iron sticking out ofher cooked vagina. As a parting shot, the man with the largest brand pressed it into her face, demolishing her nose and leaving his mark burned deeply into what had moments before been beautiful features.

Now they all returned their attention to Fleurette, the limbless lady still hanging by her big tits. One of the men thrust the hook on the end ofa pike pole up into her ruined crotch, and then he jerked it out. Everyone laughed when they saw he that had snared her intestines. He pulled out great loops of her fat pink guts, actually disemboweling her through her amalgamated organ. They could see that the trauma of her experience with them was taking its toll. Their beautiful human stump was delirious,and starting to fade. The three men who had removed her limbs got up their ladders once more. One of them got his fist into her hair and held her head high. The other two placed the teeth of their huge saw against the side of her neck, and went to work. This remarkable limbless and eviscerated bitch managed to scream obscenities at the men as they cut into her neck with the saw. She had seen all of the atrocities they had committed on her charges, and became alert andcoherent as she realized she was losing her head. The men took their time, to give her every opportunity to express herself. They found uselessbitch ravings to be as enjoyable as the acts of violence the performed on favored members of the gentle sex.

While they worked the saw, others brought their brands into play, burningtheir identifying marks deep into her heaving meat. Even her big impaled breasts, which were severely stretched upward as they supported her weight, were deeply branded. Her torso was covered with a pattern of smoking brands when at last the gutless and limbless bitch's head came off. She had performed well, and the men found the afternoon to be completely satisfying. With their identifying marks covering the six bitch carcasses, the gentlemen ranchers decided to torch the sawmill. The building was dry, and themounds of sawdust heaped everywhere would ensure complete combustion. They set the wood frame building ablaze and rode away, with a feeling of satisfaction in the job they had done on those insolent young whores. A pillar of black smoke rose as the large building was engulfed by flame.

There was only a small chance that the man and wife who were keepers of the way station would see the smoke, but there was nothing they could do about it if they did. It would at best be several hours before anyone came to investigate, and with luck it might be a couple of months before thefire was even discovered. Summer lay ahead of these gentlemen adventurers, the season when most of the events at their ranch retreat would occur, and the men were pleased that they had got things off to a great start.

In the summer the slave bitches were all kept naked in their stalls, although they had a blanket and other nudes to huddle against on the straw floor, to handle the chill of the prairie nights. That kept costs down, and eliminated the extra work of maintaining and washing clothing. Keepingthe girls nude also made keeping track of what kind of physical shape they were in much easier. The girls got lots of exercise when they were let loose in the big corral, and were forced to run with the long flailing whips, their bare asses and flopping tits lashed severely for the amusement of their keepers, the tough wranglers. The men used this bitchwhipping as sport to break up the monotony of the day. The captive females were also kept physically fit from the constant rounds of powerfucking from the horny wranglers. The bitches were also oftenimpregnated, but the ranchers had no trouble making use of bitches in any state of pregnancy in their murderous violent bloodsports.

The slave girls were always required to take an active role in their brutal rapes, and were threatened with punishment with a wire brush up their ass or in their vagina, which meant cruel and painful treatment without marking them. Almost every night, some bitch was violently reamed with the monstrously cruel wire brush. That was a normal part of life for them now, but they never became used to the horrible penalty. Life for the captive females at Devil's Haven was not pleasant, but it was not intended to be. The women were simply a stock of fresh cunt meat on the hoof, to be available and ready for severe sexual abuse for the pleasure of the ranchers. Each girl was fully aware that her turn could come at any time, but they were never ready for the atrocities that followedwhen they were called. Cassandra was told to select four girls in their early twenties to compete with each other in an unusual and punishing race. Duke told her that the girls she selected would not fare well, and that before the event was finished, their cunts and tits would likely be in tatters. She was allowed to choose whoever she wanted to see suffer. The selection was not difficult. She picked four of her exclassmates. These were girls who had formed a clique at the college, and had excluded her from their petty social intrigues. She had watched the girls carefully during the long winter and spring in captivity at the ranch, and saw that they were all still close friends, excluding others from their meaningless banter and gossip.

Duke had given Cassandra no idea what kind of competition these girls would be involved in, but she was certain it would be deadly, and she also believed that none of the pretty young females should be expected back alive. She was surprised but delighted when Duke took the girls she had selected to the harness room. The vain cunts were likely to be treated as animals. She was even more delighted when she was instructed to go with them. She knew she was going to have a part in their abuse. The four twenty and twentyone year old girls Cassandra had selected werenot pregnant. They were spread on their backs over a bench in the harness room, face up with their limbs spread, and Cassandra was instructed toshave off their pubic and armpit hair. She did this with relish, further denuding their vulnerable womanhood, while being careful not to nick their fair skin. She knew that Duke wanted their cunts to be smooth, not bleeding.

She was satisfied that the luscious vulvas she was preparing for the mysterious competition would be bleeding soon enough. She had ensured their fate simply by selecting these particular girls. Duke never abused the women he used without violently attacking their naked cunts. He was a master of giving women unendurable pain, and had particular skills and passion for hurting their sensitive reproductive organs. When she was finished with the last cunt, the beautiful young girls she had selected and shaven were given spike heeled cowboy boots, chaps for their legs, leather vests that were too small for them, and cowboy hats to protect them from the hot sun. Their shaven crotches, their round buttocks, their tight tummies and their full round breasts were left fully exposed. Tight leather straps with steel links were placed on the wrists of the beautiful college girls, similar to the links on the ankles of their boots.

The leather outfit each girl wore was died in different colors. One girlwore red, one yellow, one green and one white. Cassandra was given an outfit identical to that the others wore, although her pubic hair was leftintact, and her revealing outfit was made of entirely black leather. Her breasts, belly and crotch were also fully exposed, and the blonde curlsgrowing around her cunt were carefully plucked and trimmed to reveal thelips of her delightful sex organ. The wranglers had made it clear to her from the beginning that on this ranch, a real cowgirl proudly displayedher cunt to the men at all times. The five outfitted girls were loaded aboard the chuck wagon and were driven out of the valley to a part of the ranch they had never before seen. There was a large slightly sunken natural bowl that was about a half mileacross, up on the high plain. Because of the depressed shape, there wasa thick mixture of dried tumbleweed, tall nettles, and scotch thistles growing right across the broad bowl. It was not the kind of place a person would want to get caught in. Assembled at the lip of the bowl were theranchers, and they sat on their horses, watching with interest as the provocatively attired ladies were unloaded from the wagon.

Duke instructed the wranglers to line up the four ladies that Cassandra had selected, and they were forced to squat. The links on their leather wrist cuffs were attached to similar links on the ankles of their boots, so that they were restrained in the squatting position, their knees spreadon either side of their bulging tits, so that they were unable to stand.As the four squatting girls watched, the chuck wagon moved around the bowl, with Cassandra still aboard.

In just over five minutes, the wagon had reached the far side of the hugenatural bowl. Even at that distance, the girls were able to see something that absolutely startled them: the driver of the chuck wagon harnessedand saddled one of the spare horses, and hoisted Cassandra onto the animal's rump behind the saddle so that her bare cunt and ass were pressed against its sweating back. Then he handed her a pistol! Were they going to kill their school mate, shooting her with rifles while giving her a small chance to defend herself? She was too much a tomboy, anyway, and theyall felt it was better her than them. The inhuman treatment the four squatting girls were about to receive was fully expected by the costumed but naked cunts. They had all heard the stories of excessive sexual brutality by the wealthy ranchers from the wranglers over the winter. At first they had believed that the tales were the wranglers' bizarre sexual fantasies, designed to terrorize them, and to force them to cooperate in the wild sex orgies the wranglers had whenever they wanted to. When women had disappeared from their numbers and were never heard of again, they had started to wonder how bizarre the eventscould really be. Now the beautiful young women realized that the horror sex stories they had heard were completely true, and that the women and girls who had not returned were not freed, but had been mercilessly killed. The whole thingwas terrifying. Before the afternoon was over, they were sure they wereall going to die a horrible and painful death, for the amusement of the terrible men who had kidnapped them. Duke climbed onto his horse, drew his rifle from its scabbard, and promised the girls that the last of them to reach the chuck wagon would be shot on the spot. He also let them know that they were to cross the natural bowl through the middle, making their way thought he thick growth of dried brush, nettles and thorns.

Any girl who refused to go through the coarse vegetation or attempted to go around would also become target for his rifle. Without giving the girls time to worry about their fate, he fired his gun into the air as a signal for them to start. The four girls were highly stressed, crouching in their leather attire that left all of their delectable fully exposed. It was not their costumesthat distressed them, it was the graphic view they had of the field of thorns and dry sagebrush, and the sight of their peer with the pistol. They knew Cassandra hated them, and were now not sure if she would have theguts to shoot them. Between them and their goal lay the broad field of harsh vegetation that would scrape, scratch and sting their most intimateflesh severely. And riding behind them was Duke.

To enforce their compliance with the inhuman rules was this merciless manwith the rifle, and at the chuck wagon that was their destination, was one of their own, who they feared would not hesitate to shoot them, just to make points with the wealthy ranchers. The four girls were in a no winsituation, but the path of least resistance was to play the vicious gamethrough to whatever was its intended outcome.

The four squatting girls braced themselves, facing the field of adversity2E They began to waddle briskly forward, encouraged by four booming shots from the rifle that kicked up sharp sprays of dirt at the exposed asses of the lovely cowgirls, and they burst forward, on their way. The dry sagebrush was dragged forward, scraping against the tender skin of the rapidly waddling girls, and it and the thistle barbs prepared the girl's flesh, tenderizing and scratching it, making it more vulnerable to the sting of the vicious nettles. In moments the girls were severely scratched from their faces down across their big bare breasts, over their bellies, across the tender meat of their fully exposed sex organs, and between their spread buttocks.

The terrible stinging nettles deposited their harsh burning acid into these scratches, and soon the four girls were screaming at the biting effectof the abrasive and caustic plants on their tenderized meat. When one of them stopped and spun around, a pleading look on her sobbing face, Dukewas pleased to see the degree of swelling that was setting in. The bitches were suffering exactly as planned. It was treatment like this that proved to women their true worth in the scheme of things, and these men delighted in teaching women that harsh lesson. The rifle boomed again, as Duke shot the nipple off the reluctant girl's right breast, and she resumed her waddling struggle. Moments later, whenanother of the girls delayed her progress, Duke put a bullet right through her large swinging left breast. The big boob slapped wildly against the other, with visible shock waves distorting the form of both of the fatty mammaries. The shock of being shot did the trick, and the pretty screaming bitch was quickly on her way again. By the time the four girls had passed the midway point in their terrifying journey, they were all leaving faint trails of their blood on the plants they were trampling. They were nearing exhaustion from the effort and the trauma, and began to fall forward onto their faces. Whenever they did this, they faced a difficult struggle in regaining their upright squatting position.

The sharp crack of the rifle reverberated through the bowl as another bigboob had a bullet slam through it. The girls' big tits made good safe targets, and the mammaries were taking destructive abuse with each shot. Bullets slamming through their boobs was all the bitches needed to get back at their terrifying task. Cassandra had moved up over the high ridge of the back of the saddle ontothe saddle's seat, and she stood up in the stirrups to get a better viewof the remarkable action in the field. Her horse was skittish with the shocking sound of the rifle breaking across the prairie, and with the screaming of the strange squatting female human forms waddling through the dense growth. It was sexually exciting for Cassandra to see these girls she hated so much now getting the kind of treatment she could only dream of giving them when they had been back in St. Lewis.

She could feel her cunt getting moist and warm with raw sexual excitementat the extreme physical abuse the beautiful young snobs were taking. Asthe afflicted girls got nearer, Cassandra found standing was no longer necessary to get a good view of the abusive action, and she moved her hipsforward as she lowered herself, so that her vagina came down against thebroad head of the saddle horn.

The vivacious cowgirl moved her stimulated naked organ sensuously over the leather covered saddle projection, wetting the leather with her sweet tasting sex slime. The beautiful harlot was fastidiously clean, and therewas no vaginal yeast growing in her honey pot to disflavor her sex meat or the clear arousal excretions of her sex moisture.

On a sudden impulse, Cassandra pressed her hips downward, forcing her entire weight onto the broad head of the saddle horn. She slid her wet cuntforward and backward, increasing her weight on the mashed sex lips, until at last her organ was forced open, and her magnificent cunt wholly engulfed the large curved object.

As Duke and the group of girls he was herding got near her, he saw what the bitch on the horse was doing, and was pleased at her open and aggressive sexuality. The next step planned for her would establish her real place in the scheme of things. This bitch was as outrageous as he could hope for, and he was going to give her the opportunity to be even more cruelto the girls she had selected as the game had been. He would see just how far this beautiful young ranch girl would go in her own brutality to the other captive females. Raising the captive cunt's sexual passion and cruelty to outrageous levels would only make her eventual fall greater sport.

The girls were soon driven out of the brush and over to the chuck wagon, with Duke following close behind them on his chestnut stallion. Cassandra was startled to see the severe effects of the punishment they had endured. Their faces were badly swollen, as were their bullet riddled breasts, bellies, and ravaged sex organs. Blood trickled from the deep scratches, and their boobs were all devastated with bullet holes. The men lovedto use women as targets to keep up their skills with their rifles and pistols, and these young ladies had served them well. They had used normalbullets, and resulting gunshot wounds were clean holes bored through thefatty meat from numerous angles. "Dismount, cunt!" Duke commanded Cassandra. He watched with interest tosee how she was going to release the big flared post she was gripping with her vagina. She started to move, and had to struggle to get her cunt off the invading saddle horn. There was a loud `pop' as she pulled free,and in two seconds she was off the large horse. "Shoot them!" he commanded her. Cassandra drew her 45, and walked over to the nearest bitch. The girl looked up at her with pleading eyes. Sheknew she was dead meat from the time she had been selected and costumed,but she was facing a girl she had known for two years. Surely she wouldbe helped. The girl was armed, and could fight these monstrous men. She opened her mouth to speak, and the barrel of the gun was suddenly between her teeth.

Cassandra thrust the barrel in deeper, right into the slut's throat, forcing the beautiful girl's head back. The gorgeous bitch moaned because the gun in her mouth and throat would not permit a scream. Cassandra watched the cunt roll her wide eyes in terror, and then, without a hint of conscience, she pulled the trigger.

The back of the girl's head flew off and back, striking the chuck wagon and spattering it with bits of bloodied brain. Duke watched Cassandra's face, which showed clear pleasure at the revenge she was taking on these hated bitches. The ranchhardened girl was proving herself as he was sureshe would.

The men found it exciting to make one of the girls execute the others. Cassandra was clearly up to the task, and now they wanted to see if she could sustain the control of her emotions that allowed her to kill the girlwho had been her classmate. It was one thing to pull the trigger once, but there were still the other three defenseless females awaiting their turn. Whether or not she was able to continue was the true test. Having seen the devastation her act had created, would she be capable of committing three more brutal killings? The second girl fell forward onto her knees, with her head bowed. Cassandra placed the muzzle of her big 45 against the bitch's temple, and the trembling young woman pissed in fear. Without hesitation, Cassandra squeezed off the second round. The chuck wagon took a second splattering of bitch brains, and the dead cunt fell forward on her big battered tits. Cassandra was still smiling, and the men began to sense just how deep her hatred of these girls was. She had no loyalty to them, and with the opportunity presented, she showed no hesitation in blasting them off the face of the earth, ending their frivolous young lives. This cunt was a killer, and was going to prove to be valuable as the season progressed. The third girl pitched forward as both of the dead girls had, and her bare ass was inadvertently presented. Cassandra jammed the pistol deep intothe offered rectum, and pulled back the hammer. The girl's anus served as a silencer, greatly reducing the crack of the big pistol. Blood spurted out of the girl's cunt as the big slug ripped up through her guts and found her heart. With her wrists cuffed to her ankles, she slumped, bowing her back, her pretty ass still propped high in the air. The fourth girl fell over backward, screaming hysterically at her impending execution. She had been the one who had most offended Cassandra when they were students together. She had cut the new girl from the country out of social circles, and had wooed away Cassandra's first boyfriend. She was a truly gorgeous bitch, who had used her voluptuous sexuality to get whatever she wanted, and she knew how much the girl approaching her nowwith that lethal 45 hated her. For the first time on her life, she was frightened out of her wits.

The beautiful cuffed girl's most valuable assets were in ruins. Her scratched and swollen front was beet red, from her face right down across herbig tits and tight belly to her open crotch and spread buttocks. Her fully exposed cunt had taken the worst of it, and was swollen outward so that it gaped open more severely than were any of the others. This made her protruding vagina a perfect target for Cassandra's smoking pistol.

She tried desperately to crab walk backward, but made little progress with the cuffs severely restricting her ability to move. Her unnatural position also forced her to raise her pubic mound, as if she were actually offering her naked and bleeding cunt to the smoking barrel of the large pistol in the hands of the turncoat bitch Cassandra.

The bloodied barrel of the big 45 was thrust deep into the college girl'sample cunt, and Cassandra pushed it in deep, until the big swollen vagina lips kissed the revolving cylinder. The barrel of the pistol was a full nine inches long! Cassandra knew from the resistance that the end of the barrel was pressed tightly against the prone cunt's cervix, and that the bullet would rip right through her frightened foe's uterus. She laughed with her delicious victory as she probed with the gun, ensuring the barrel had entered the screaming cunt's cervix. When she had milked the moment for all it was worth, Cassandra squeezed the stiff trigger, blastinga large lead slug deep into the belly of the screaming bitch.

A spray of hot blood spurted out from around the pistol and through the girl's anus as the bullet did its incredible harm inside her. Her belly bulged as the slug blasted through her internal plumbing. Unsatisfied at completing the fourth execution, Cassandra pulled the hammer back and fire again. The kick of the second bullet ripping through her caused the bitch's torso to bulge again, and this time blood gushed from the screamingmouth and nose of the bitch.

With the way cleared through the bitch's now pulverized guts, Cassandra pulled back the hammer on the big pistol once more. She wanted visible damage to the dead bitch, and knew she had one bullet left. The third shotwent clear through the girl's torso, from stern to stem, its way prepared by the previous two shots, and it blew the cunt's head off as the fourth bitch was totally dispatched, blasted into total oblivion by the vengeful cowgirl Cassandra. As she gave up the empty pistol and remounted her big stallion, the audacious cowgirl looked at the erotic carcasses spread on the ground around her. She surprised the ranchers when she said "I wish we could stay to see if the coyotes will fuck them before they eat them." This brazen hussywas truly a find. Duke made the arrangements.

They took the wagon's tongue, the long drawing pole by which the horses pulled the vehicle, off the front of the chuck wagon, and dug a deep hole with the posthole auger to set the long pole in, standing it on end. They filled the hole with rocks and packed the base firmly with soil, then using the long reins used to drive the team, they bound the cheeky bitch's breasts tightly at the base. They tied her hands behind her back, and raised her to the top of the pole so that she hung by her big tits, her boots five feet off the ground.

Cassandra had only been hung by her shapely tits once before. That had been at the bar where she had worked in St. Lewis. The madam had punished her that way for berating uneducated customers, and not playing her proper submissive role as a female. That painful punishment had lasted lessthan an hour, but her big tits had ached for a week afterwards. The punishment had been harsh, but she had learned her lesson well. She thought with dread what it would be like staying out here all night. It would not only be cold, but her tits might be damaged from this incredible abuse which they were not designed to withstand. She felt excitement grow in her gut at the wanton cruelty the men were once more displaying. She could see all four of the halfclad bitch carcasses from her elevated position, and although her boobs were aching from the strain of supporting her weight, they would soon be numb, she hoped, and then she couldendure the humiliating treatment. There would be a nearly full moon that night, and the men left her hanging there to contemplate the misfortune of being born a female, and to reflect on her role in life until the next morning. She would have a clear view to safely witness the consumption of the feast of bitch meat by the prairie scavengers, who had their own idea of the value of bitch meat, whether it was dead or alive.

After a fine evening meal, the cattlemen were relaxing with sherry in front of a roaring fire, joking about the marvelous bitch they had left hanging out on the prairie by her fabulous big tits. They knew she would be extremely uncomfortable, but they were also certain she would more likelyenjoy than be repulsed by the violent consumption of the carcasses of the girls she had shot. Forcing a bitch to do violence on another bitch was a novel twist that they planned to exploit. It was as they were discussing this that they first heard the commotion out in the stables. What they heard was the hysterical screaming and shouting of a gaggle of the captive cunts. The bedlam was unusually loud, and lasted for some time. A few moments after it had calmed down, one of the wranglers came in to report that one of the slave women had gone berserk in the stable, and had killed another cunt that shared her stall. It had been gruesome. She had beaten the other women to death with a four inch square five foot length of rough hewn timber. She had worked it freefrom the side of her stall, and used it as an effective club. This outbreak of violence among the female inmates was not unexpected. These captive cunts were under extreme stress, with most of them knowing or suspecting that their only future was to die a horrible brutal death atthe hands of their captors. They were helpless, accommodated like livestock, their prospects were hopeless, and they endured ongoing sexual abuse from the wranglers who were their handlers. Their only power was over each other, and only in the most petty of matters. The ranchers knew that sooner or later something had to break. Now it had. Duke ordered the man to bring the offending bitch into the ranch house, and to bring along the woman's best friend. The men were delighted when they saw the killer was one of the school teachers, who's name was Amanda.She had been a model prisoner, and had set an example for the others. Everyone knew the beautiful twentyfive year old blonde as Mandy, and formonths they had seen signs of Mandy unwinding mentally.

She could not take the stress of always being perfect in the less than perfect circumstances of her imprisonment. She had chosen a profession in which she could control others, and here she was totally controlled. Nothing fit her needs, and the beautiful young cunt with the well defined features had at last reached the boiling point. When she was brought to them, both she and her friend were stark naked. Duke told Mandy to describe for the ranchers what had happened. Sobbing, she told them that the other woman had taken up her space on the straw, that her stablemate always used too much of the blanket, and that the greedy bitch deserved to die2E "And what did you do about it?" Duke asked her. "I killed the slut!" Mandy said. Her firm round breasts bobbed beautifully as she sobbed out her story. Her tears streaked down her face and splashed from her bowed head onto her mounded blushing boobs. Duke told the other woman to lie on the pine floor in front of the fireplace. She did, fearful of what might happen. This was the lesbian bitch who had comforted others until she had found one who responded to her affections. She had drawn Mandy into the world of femaleonfemale sex. Duke suspected their might have been an element of jealousy in the killing,but that was immaterial now, as both of these cunts were going to die for the enjoyment of the men tonight. The woman was trembling in fear as she stretched out on her back, spreading her raised knees, so that all of her sexual equipment was on full display, as she knew the men expected ofher. She had a luscious figure, that set the men's pricks rising in their pants at the sight of her inviting posture. One of the wranglers handed the accused the length of timber she had used to do the bloody killing2E

"Show us how you did it, Mandy" Duke told her. The pert schoolmarm looked shocked. "Amie's my friend!" she shrieked. "She's my best friend ever! I can't kill her!" "Amie is a cunt," Duke pointed out. "You killed a cunt. I am instructing you to show us how you did it." Mandy gently lowered the squared wooden post so that the end rested on the floor beyond Amie's head. "Like that," she said, now sobbing uncontrollably. Amie saw what was coming, lost bladder control, and arched a stream of bright yellow urine across the floor. The pine, warmed by the fire, kept the spreading puddle of fresh lady piss warm so that its aroma quickly spread in the room. "Do you like that smell? Do you like the scent of freshly spilled piss?"Duke asked Mandy. "No, sir," she sobbed. She was terrified of what was coming, knowing what she would be forced to do. "Do you find that lady piss on the floor is offensive to you?" he asked.

"Yes sir!" she said, her voice quivering even as she tried to sound brave and assertive. She knew she was going to be required to hurt her friend severely. Duke drew his gun, and lifted it up under Mandy's long blonde hair, and pressed the muzzle against the base of her skull. "Well now, since she has offended you, you'll have to do something about that, won't you?" "Yes, sir," she said. She was certain he was going to make her get onto her hands and knees and lick the floor clean. Duke surprised her. "Kill her!" he commanded. Mandy's eyes bulged in disbelief. She heard the hammer being cocked, and felt the movement of the cold steel against the base of her skull. She knew he would not hesitate to blow her brainsout if she did not do exactly as he said. The slender girl reluctantly lifted the timber. "You shouldn't have pee'd" she sobbed, and brought the squared post down at an angle, striking the flat edge with a loud smack against a raised leg above the knee. Therewas no power in the blow, but it was a start, and it brought a scream from her reclining friend. "That wasn't so tough, was it?" Duke said. "Now show us on Amie where you hit the other cunt's big tits." Mandy lifted the timber over her headagain, and this time, knowing first hand how full and firm those big breasts were, used a bit more force, knowing the fat mammaries would protecther friend from real physical damage. The flat of the beam hit the nipple, bulging the big tit but doing no damage.

Encouraged that she could please the men and not harm her friend, Mandy raised the post and swung it hard to club the other big tit of her prone friend. Amie screamed and this time, seeing the changed direction and speed of the descending post, instinctively raised both of her arms to protect herself. The defensive act was selfdefeating. She broke one arm below the elbow, and fractured the other wrist. Both Mandy and Amie screamed in horror at what happened, but Mandy's reaction was not what the men expected. "You made me do that!" she screamed at Amie, who's bone showed through the compound fracture of her arm. "It was your fault, you shouldn't have put your arms up!" To make her point, she swung the post again, clubbingher friend's rib cage. The crushing sound of snapping ribs announced the damage she did to her downed friend. In her frustration she had used much more force in the blow than she had intended. "Its all your fault!" Mandy screamed, and brought the heavy club down again against Amie's ribs. This time the corner caught the same place she had cracked three ribs, and several more gave way. As well, the edge of the squared post sunk into the bitch's side, and when Mandy lifted it, she saw with horror that not only had the flesh broken, but that now several jagged ends of broken ribs showed through. She was doing exactly what the men had brought her into the ranch house to do. Amie bucked in agony, straining her legs as she raised her hips and pelvis erotically. Mandymoved her feet further apart, and raised the big club over her head again.

"You're making me hurt you more than I mean to!" she screamed at Amie, and brought the rugged post down between the beautiful bitch's spread legs2E Amie's cunt took the full force of the blow, and her pubic mound wasso full that there appeared to be no structural damage. This result either encouraged or challenged Mandy, but she swung the post again at the offered vulva, this time bruising the female sex meat severely. Without encouragement, she swung at the big cunt for a third time, and all of the men in the room heard the crunch as Amie's pelvis snapped. Duke holstered his gun. He had successfully returned the deranged bitch Mandy to her emotional state in which she was a merciless killer. Her rage was inflamed to the point that she required no further encouragement or direction. She was now intent on clubbing the downed woman to death. The men sat back to enjoy the spectacle of the nude woman being clubbed to death as they sipped their sherry.

Now in an insane rage, Mandy broke Amie's lower legs and smashed her knees, then went once again at the butch bitch's big tits. She struck them on the lower side, forcing the fat mammaries to bulge against Amie's shoulders, then she crushed them from the top, swelling the big boobs and breaking more of the helpless cunt's ribs as she did so. Then she brought the heavy timber down on Amie's shoulders and a the side of her neck, separating her arms from the shoulder and breaking both of the downed cunt's collar bones. Amie was now reduced to a whimpering wreck, incapable of offering any resistance to the breaking of her naked body. Mandy was far from through with her, and seemed intent on causing the lesbian woman to suffer horribly2E The young school teacher had been such a prudish perfectionist, but was now proving herself to be anything but nice. She was working at a frantic pace, in stark contrast to the gathering of ranchers in the large living room, who calmly watched her murderous attack on the naked and broken form of her friend.

A voice from the spectators said "Stuff the cunt," and without hesitation, Mandy thrust the end of the four by four against the downed bitch's damaged vagina. She got behind the other end of the post, braced herself, and thrust on it with all her might, lunging against the resistant cunt until at last the damaged female organ gave way, and the thick post found entry. Fresh screams from Amie announced her success, and Mandy renewed her efforts, driving the stout post impossibly deep into the lesbian woman's ravaged vagina. The terrible pressure of this monstrous invasion of her lower body forced the big battered woman to shit herself. The involuntary evacuation by the tortured bitch increased the level of Mandy's rage2E

She dropped the end of the post, now sticking out of Amie's big cunt likea huge phallus, and grabbed the smaller of two large iron pokers from the side of the fireplace. She thrust the glowing pointed end against the side of one of Amie's big and swollen boobs, and thrust on it so hard that the iron tool burst into the fat mammary. Heaving with all her might, Mandy forced the improvised weapon deeper into the fatty tit meat, so that it not only bulged the other side, but actually broke through, and pressed against the whimpering bitch's other fat tit. Mandy forced Amie to roll onto her side, so that the handle of the iron poker stood straight up, and now she bore down on it with all her weight, forcing the point to penetrate the other mammary. In doing so, she was squeezing her own boobies together so that the pink nipples bulged. As she pressed downward, her buttocks spread, giving the men behind her a clear view of her dripping sex organ and her tight anus. She was a cute thing, and Duke knew the men would enjoy executing her for her crimes.

At last the thick iron poker burst through the far side of Amie's big tits, so that her fat mammaries were now completely impaled. Mandy returnedto the fireplace, and picked up the other poker. It was larger and heavier than the first, and the blacksmith who made it had put a pulling hookas well as a point on this one. Mandy actually grinned as she recognized this was the perfect club for her victim. She banged the big poker down with all her might, driving the heinous hook deep into the meat of Amie's belly. She jerked it out, and then slammed it down again. The crude thick hook stabbed into the soft belly meat and caught, so that it rippedopen the tender human flesh as it was jerked back out. Mandy struck thebitch's exposed belly repeatedly, each time driving the iron hook in andthen ripping it out, until at last she developed an opening in Amie's tummy that revealed the lesbian bitch's tight tangle of guts.

With several more damaging blows, bulges of both the large and small intestine began to poke out of the bloody openings. That was enough for Mandy, who decided to let nature take its course. The cunt had reduced her whimpering to soft moaning, and Mandy believed she was not going to last much longer. Her intense feelings for the older cunt had flipflopped from love to hate, and she was acting out a rage that startled the men, but also pleased them greatly.

She turned her attention at last to the woman's head. She slapped the flat of the poker several times against Amie's temple as hard as she could,until at last she popped one of the bitch's eyes out. Then she dug the other eyeball out with the hook, but was too rough, and the white orb burst from the pressure. Next she brought the poker down with three hard blows against Amie's mouth, and smashed off several teeth. Finally she swung the poker in an enormous arc, and dug the hook deep into the bitch's brain, crushing her skull. Mandy sat down heavily, or as heavily as a girl of her slight build couldmanage. She was exhausted, and a slick of perspiration covered her pretty naked form. Duke walked over to her, his towering figure contrasting with her diminutive form, and he grabbed her by the hair. With one hand he easily lifted her so that her feet were well above the floor. The pretty young murderess was now going to receive her punishment for her two heinous crimes. With the men laughing at her helpless struggles as she dance hanging by her hair, Duke sentenced her to death. A chain was tied around her left ankle, and another tied to her long blonde hair. The chain from her hair was attached to a ceiling hook on a beam in front of the fireplace, and the ankle chain was attached to a hook on a beam eight feet neared to the center of the room. This position fully displayed her delightful sexual charms to the appreciative men, who were eager to witness her punishment.

The wranglers dragged the ruined carcass of Amie out of the room, and cleaned up her gore and the messes she had made, while Duke laid three ironsinto the fire, then got down his beautiful womanwhip made of fine humanleather. He grasped the handle made of a woman's vagina, and lined himself up to begin the slow execution of the pretty young school teacher. She was the ideal subject for this kind of punishment, as the men delighted in punishing cunts that always had to be right. Her state of mind was also ideal, because she was completely irrational, and highly suggestible2E Duke began by laying his special womanwhip across Mandy's shapely dangling titties. He skillfully lashed them so that he wrapped the slender endof the vicious whip around the lower tit, and then tugged it so that it came free, but not before it jerked the round mammary out from the girl'schest, then burned a stripe around the boob. He repeated the effect with the other tit, and now they both had round red stripes around them, that quickly grew into ridged welts. This finely crafted weapon was capableof inflicting lethal blows, and Duke was as skilled as anyone in its use, but it was much too early to kill her. Amanda had a classic cunt that stood on a distended pubic mound, as was often the case with slender women, and the dark ridged lips stood open like the beak of a bird. Taking careful aim, Duke lashed the whip underhanded, so that it sped straight toward the slightly open female organ, and the end drove right up into her, forcing its way inside simply by its momentum. It snapped deep inside her pretty vagina. That was such a startling trick that Duke repeated it to prove the incredible shot was not a fluke.

Mandy's sharp screams were supported by the laughter and applause of the appreciative ranchers. Duke was as good with the whip as he was with thegun. She kicked out with her free leg, but there was nothing close enough for her to reach with her lean flailing leg. No matter how she tried,she was unable to keep her gorgeous legs from spreading. Her lovely cunt presented too inviting a target to pass by, and it received a long series of stinging blows, which caused the assaulted organ to swell outward from the malicious battering it received. Duke laced her back, buttocks, and belly with repeated and varied blows, never in the same place or when she might expect them. Although several of the angry welts began to ooze blood, Duke was careful to not cut her too deeply. He did not want to weaken the lovely bitch too much before hewas ready for her to die. The blows were so painful that she leaped with each slapping contact of the vicious womanwhip.

She cringed as she screamed with the pain of the womanleather striking her flesh, leaving searing red welts. No part of her nude body was left untouched. He lashed the soles of her feet, her face, her tight rectum, even her armpits, as he made his murderous victim pay dearly for her heinous capital crimes.

His vicious ministrations with the womanwhip were so complete that therewere only small patches of skin that did not taste the sting of the whipdirectly. When at last he put the whip down, it was to pick up the bloody poker that Mandy had used to gutrip and then dispatch Amie. Duke felt it was an appropriate weapon to use on the girl who had murdered another female with it, before this same assemblage of witnesses. The lovely young school teacher became hysterical again as she saw Duke take up the vicious iron weapon. He moved between her legs, gaining full access to her naked crotch. The hold on her hair by the chain limited her ability to watch him, but her hysterical shrieking followed him as he aligned the tip of the big poker with its hooked appendage with the opening of her cunt. She realized in apanic that he intended to insert the terrible forged iron weapon into her womb. That was exactly what he did. He pushed the cold tip of the tool against the warm spread inner lips of her vagina, poking it into the small round opening inside, and then with a vicious thrust he drove the entire head with its nasty hook deep into her, stretching her womb. Mandy's eyes bulged in shock as the terrible implement drove into her most private part. Once it was inside her, Duke moved it around, catching the hook against the folds of her inner fuck sheath. He pressed the handle against the base of her cunt, pinching her anus closed, then he jerked the tool out of her. With it, caught on the hook, was part of her womb. He jammed the implement into her again turned it, and once more jerked it out, with the same effect. The sadistic ranchman was gradually fishingout the inside of the slender pretty young woman's cunt, turning the cockgripping organ inside out. The girl gave up her struggle briefly, and swung gently on her side by her raised leg and her hair, like a sideways human hammock. She was striped with thin welts all over her slender body, and except for her bulging breasts and the patch of pubic hair above her vagina, she looked like a little girl.

There was one other marked exception. Little girls do not usually have their entire fuck shaft inverted, sticking out like a rudely jutting horse's cock, as Mandy's now did. The twenty ranchers sat sipping their sherry and stroking their rigid erections at the sight of her. Mandy had never before turned on so many men at one time. This was not an experience she would recommend to others, as she was not at all enjoying the attention she drew. Duke now began to explore the possibilities of her asshole. He pressed the tip of the poker against her starfish rectum, and probed at the tight sphincter muscle. There was no way the pretty young lady was going to voluntarily allow the cold black iron implement into her fundament, but Duke had no need for her cooperation or assistance.

He pushed evenly, so that the straight pointed part of the tool thrust ina finger's length. It was stopped from further progress when the round hook part of the head reached the girl's rectal portal. Duke rotated theshaft until the hook was opposite her cunt, then he pushed her away fromhim, swinging her lengthwise toward the fireplace. She swung back, and he pushed again, harder this time. On the fourth push, she was swinging wildly, and as she moved toward him at the point of greatest motion, he suddenly thrust on the handle of the poker with all his strength, and the hook burst through into her asshole. Her piercing scream rocked the rafters. The big tool filled her colon far beyond its capacity, stretching the membrane to the limit. And going in had been relatively easy. The curve of the thick hook would work against expelling the device. Duke continued to swing the bitch until she began to calm down and ceased the distracting kicking with her free leg.

When he had the suspended school teacher moving in wild swinging arcs, hechose his moment perfectly as she was swinging away from him. At the exact instant, he jerked hard on the thick handle of the shaft protruding from her rectum. The trick did little apparent good, but it produced fromMandy a scream that exceeded the one when the poker had gone into her. Again he set her swinging, and again he gave a mighty tug on the poker, and again she kicked and screamed hysterically. And once more the poker bulged her rectum as if it were about to spit, but the poker remained stuck fast. For the third time he rocked her until she swung high, and this time he jerked the iron with all his might, and the heinous device rippedopen the tough meat between her asshole and her inverted cunt, allowing the poker to escape, followed by a gush of her blood. The drastic operation had ripped her crotch open, exposing Mandy's colon and her internal pack of guts. The brutal treatment of the girl not yet enough to curtail the bitch's screaming and wild one legged kicking. Thefrantic exertion by the hopeless bitch was a cockjerking sight, and themen were paying full service to their raging penises. Mandy thrashed and kicked, twisting her suspended torso and clawing desperately at hollow air with her arms. He boobies bounced deliciously with her urgent struggles, and as she fought, she began to slowly eject her intestines out through her destroyed crotch. She was behaving like a regular hellcat, and the men enjoyed every minute of it. Duke put down the poker, poured himself another sherry, and sank into hiscomfortable leather chair once more, to watch as the slender young schoolmarm with what looked like a horse's cock where her cunt had been, as the writhing struggling girl now unintentionally disemboweled herself. Thewealthy ranchers noticed with satisfaction how her already slender waistwas further reduced as she unloaded her internal baggage, that formed a heap on the floor beneath her.

Duke got up when he noticed the bitch was losing energy, and he pulled a big red hot branding iron from the fire. It was the Devil's Haven brand,a huge DH, which was a monstrous six inch by eight inch rectangle with letters half an inch thick. This was a brand larger than those used on cattle: it would be considered too cruel to use on the hide of an animal.

This barbarous brand was designed to be used to burn deep into the meat of live women, and to hurt them as much as possible in the process. The huge branding iron was designed purely as an implement of torture. It wascapable of destroying the living meat it was to be used on, and naked women made the perfect subjects for its heinous use. Duke placed the glowing iron behind her raised buttock, and as he pressedit into her meat, her scream froze in her throat, allowing the men to hear the sizzle of the glowing iron as it burned its way deep into the strained muscle of her ass. Steam, smoke, and the aroma of cooking meat filled the air as Duke pressed the iron deeper, allowing it to burn its way right through to her hip bone. There was almost no blood around the incredible brand, because of the cauterizing action of the hot iron, which effectively sealed all of the blood vessels it encountered. There was no danger the branded bitch would bleed to death.

The smell of her cooked meat was similar to the aroma of roasting pork, and provided a pleasant scent to accompany the sights and sounds of the heinous bitchbranding. Duke replaced the big brand in the fire and took out another. The nude bitch was only half branded, and needed to be branded on her upper body as well to be properly identified. If she were seennaked but only from the front, a man might claim her as his own, not seeing the brand deep in her ass. The second iron was the same size as the first, but was just the letter D2E Duke moved around in front of the pretty young bitch to show her thered hot brand, then he aligned it with her right breast. This time her scream was manageable, and her throat produced harsh, shrill, piercing whistles as the brand sunk deep into her firm tit, pressing it flat, bulging the sides all around, as it burned and sizzled its way through the fatty meat until it reached and burned her ribs. Mandy's eyes rolled in her head, and Duke had to slap her several times to keep her from swallowing her tongue. Should she do so, she would strangle herself to death before he was through with her. When the second iron was replaced in the fire, he pulled out the third, a six inch high H, and used it to place a brand on her left breast, as deep and painful as the one placed on her right boob.

She was now properly marked as the exclusive property of this incredible ranch retreat, the Devil's Haven. The marks were really meaningless as useful identification, as this cunt was not only the exclusive property ofthe wealthy ranchers, and had been for the past year, but everyone present knew that the pretty bitch would not live to see the next sunrise. These two brands were burnt so deep and the letters were so thick that theytotally altered the appearance of the young schoolmarm's round mammaries2E Mandy's right nipple was intact in the middle of the D, but her right had been completely burned away by the thick crossbar of the big H.

It was the burning and sealing of the burn by heat that provided the firmness so that the middle of the D on her right breast, burned right down to the ribs beneath her tit, did not flop down and distort the big letter.The brand was quite readable even from an angle, and even though it wasplaced on her melon shaped breasts rather than on a gentle curve such asthe deep brand on her buttock. To complete the deep branding of the young lady, Duke took the first brand again and placed it on Mandy's belly, right over her navel.

Her flesh sizzled and smoked instantly on contact with the glowing metal.With a gentle pressure he allowed the brand to burn right through her bacon, until it emerged into the evacuated cavity of her abdomen. The middle fell out of the D, leaving a large hole, but the heinous brand was easily readable, even with her torso bent because of the way the bitch was hanging by the ropes tied around her one leg and her long blonde hair. The men had to send out for more liquor before the game girl finally expired from the rigors of her ordeal of terror. Duke had made her tortuous execution one that the ranchers found to be both reasonable and satisfying punishment for the wanton murders she had committed. The little hussy had not only killed another one of their women out of her frustration andrage at her yearlong debasing confinement, but had also allowed herself to be manipulated into repeating her crime on a bitch she purported to bea friend, demonstrating no remorse.

Two wranglers were dispatched to retrieve Cassandra the next day. They found the dangling bitch asleep as she hung there by her tits on the long pole. She was glad to see them when they wakened her and cut her down. Her big breasts were temporarily distorted from their incredible ordeal, but she was otherwise fine. Her ass needed wiping, and there was a pile of her shit at the base of the pole that showed she had taken care of herfundamental needs. She took care of that herself by dragging her lowered crotch across clumps of dried prairie grass.

The carcasses of the four bitches she had shot had indeed been found by the prairie scavengers. The dead girl's organs had all been consumed, thesucculent breasts eaten, some limbs had been chewed off and dragged away, and there were great gaps where the carrion had feasted on the tender meat of the lovely ladies hips and thighs.

The wranglers retrieved the chuck wagon's tongue pole to drag back to theranch, and they departed. By the next day they were sure there would belittle left of the decaying meat that now remained on the bitch bones they left behind. Although the evenings were cool, the days were now hot, and the scavengers would pick the bones clean while the human meat was still consumable.

One of the young women in the advanced stages of pregnancy went into labor the day the ranchers next visited their retreat. The men, all expert at calving, were interested in the process of women dropping their sprogs under trying conditions, and they tool every opportunity to make those conditions as trying as possible whenever a captive cunt reached term. It was a matter of making the most of the circumstances they had created with the founding of this private ranch retreat. Duke had her taken into the large dining room, where she was lifted into the air to hang upside down, with her ankles tied by ropes to a pair of high beams that were twelvefeet apart.

When the young swelledbelly bitch was secured in position, her pregnancyenlarged stomach pressed against her rib cage, her fat milkbloated breasts dangled over her shoulders, and her lovely lean legs were spread wide, revealing her pinklipped birthing hole. She was a ripe cow, and was about to drop her calf, in the most uncomfortable manner possible, being forced to push it upward to deliver it for the entertainment of her wealthy hosts. The men were seated for their evening meal, and they dined as the wranglers worked on the suspended bitch. The wealthy ranchers were not at all disturbed when her sharp screams or loud moans interrupted their conversation. The calving cunt was the object of their attention most of the time, although their plans for the next day were also given due attention in their conversations. The wranglers softened her up by punching her hugely swollen belly and torso while one of them planted his penis deep in her throat. The action was so compelling as they drove their fists into her big firm belly and her kidneys that the man fucking her squeezing throat ejaculated into her stomach. His stout penis was still spurting his thick jism as he withdrewfrom her, and he pumped the remaining gobs of his spewing sperm onto hereyes and into her inverted nose.

When another man had taken his place in her throat, the brutal bitch beating continued. The men did not let up until the screaming bitch's cunt started to dribble pinkish water. This development announced that her birthing process was well under way. The wranglers retreated, and left the inverted bitch to her own devices. She was left to go through the difficult ordeal of giving birth while she hung upside down, with an interestedaudience of me to watch. It did not go well. To begin with, instead of a head spreading the lips of her battered cunt, it was a pair of little feet. She was having a breech birth. The infant was emerging the wrong way. This was serious, as it was in danger of strangling on the umbilical cord. The up side of theaccident was that the men would learn the gender of the human calf sooner.

While she had the energy, the woman was able to twist and move considerably. She was able to reach the emerging legs of the infant with her hands, although she could not see it over her enormous belly. She grabbed thelittle legs and began to pull. From the energy and lack of care she putinto her efforts, it was clear she had no interest in keeping the infant: her only concern was to get it out of her womb, and to be rid of it. The twenty men seated around the large dining table did nothing to assisther. They were there to watch her do the difficult deed herself. She was making some progress, but it soon became clear that she was not going to be able to get the infant out completely. As she pulled and twisted the infant's legs, the young mother managed to work its hips out of her womb. Within moments, the watching ranchers saw that she was bearing a little girl. When the infant's hips passed the grip of the mouth of her vagina, the organ began to tighten. Her body was acting as if the infant had passed from it, and was beginning the restoration of the enormously stretched female organ.

The squeezing force and her pulling ability at that severe angle were notenough to overcome gravity and the tightening grip of her retracting cunt. Also, the young mother was weakening with the struggle that engaged her, and the effort and strain required in delivery of a baby. This was not an easy task at the best of times, and the men had made it virtually impossible to complete, under these trying circumstances. The infant's progress through the tortured birthing chute had virtually stopped, and with the womb tightened around its midsection, the chances of its wider rib cage ever emerging was becoming less likely. However, the squeezing of the womb on its waist made the little infant begin a remarkable frog like kicking action, which the men found highly entertaining. It revealed the thick fold of its immature little female sex organ, and the neverused mouth of its little shit chute. The baby was a fighter. The men began to lose interest as the pretty young mother lost the ability to struggle, and Duke got up and took a cavalry sword down from the mantle. It was an ornate weapon he had taken from a Yankee officer he had killed during the Civil War. He pulled a step ladder over beside the dangling mother, and pulled the sword from its scabbard. The long blade was bright, and was beautifully engraved along its entire length. The hilt of the weapon was very ornate, and the handle was wrapped in a tight weaveof fine leather. Duke stepped up two rungs of the ladder, and then set the tip of the sword into the thick slot of the halfborn infant's little slit of a vagina. He worked the tip around in the tiny female opening until it was seated in the grip of her tiny sheath. Duke was going to make sure the infant girl tasted a male weapon in her fuck slot before she took her first breath, and before she died. The little female sprog was not yet fully born, but she was not going to die a virgin. The men were impressed with his strength as Duke pressed the sword downward into the tiny torso of the halfemerged baby girl. He continued the steady pressure, and drove the weapon into the little bloodleaking vaginaso that it passed smoothly through the child and into the belly of the mother. He did not stop until the ornate hilt of the ceremonial weapon was kissed by the child's little pussy.

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