The men applauded as they saw that the tip of the blade had emerged at the juncture of the mother's collar bones, and had slit open her throat. They were enjoying their coffee and cake as they heard her death rattle, and were satisfied with the occasion as the birthing bitch and the sprog stuck in her womb expired.

Her beating, her whipping, and her birthing struggles had been entertaining, but the bitch did not have the stamina to see the event through to conclusion. Some of the events had more spectacular endings than others, and this one simply ran down with the expiry of both the mother and her halfborn infant.

The wranglers had captured four wild mustangs, horses that had no recent history of domestication in their gene pool. Neither these rugged unmanageable horses nor their recent ancestors had ever been ridden. They werebig, skittish, and very hostile to humans. They were therefore the perfect mounts for a bucking bronco contest, using some of the city girls with little riding experience as competitors.

Duke had got the idea watching Cassandra out on the prairie, masturbatingherself on the saddle horn. He had thought of whipping her horse into bucking while her cunt was impaled on the curved broad horn, but had passed on the idea because he had not wanted to kill her quite yet, and that would have been an experience she would unlikely survive. A few days after the men had returned from that expedition, he had the men make up thick girdle straps for the horses, a foot wide. To these, firmly attached by a thick backing pad of leather, were bolted two inch thick and eighteen inch long round posts, with heads carved on the end so that they had the shape of oversized penises. The way they did not resemble the human penis was with the affixed inchlong spikes, that sloped toward the base. When these unusual straps were in place on the big steeds, the posts stood up in the center of the horse's back, positioned to take the place of a saddle.

The spikes were placed along the shaft of the penislike post so they would spread the woman's cunt but allow the heinous dildo to slide up into her, under her own weight. They would make sliding off quite a different matter. Although not enough to totally prevent removal with sufficient force, they ensured she would stay seated during preliminary bucks, and would do terrible damage inside her before ripping free of her vaginal grip2E A set of sloped benches built by the harness maker were placed near the corral. They were of simple and sturdy construction, but were too high for a normal bench, with the apparently useless slope to them, as one end was higher than the other. Four teenage girls and another four mature women, all stark naked and all with very large breasts, were brought over tothe corral from their stalls in the bitch barn.

The nude women and girls were curious at the strange benches, but were more concerned at the sight of the wild horses inside the corral. The skittish horses were being held by a pair of ropes around their necks, with two wranglers on each rope. The naked females were particularly shocked at the sight of the spiked posts standing up from the backs of the wild animals. They recognized immediately the potential for extreme internal damage these posts represented. While the first animal was firmly held in place with ropes by half a dozen strong men, a naked nineteen year old girl with big pointed tits had ropes tied to each ankle was lifted over the animal, and her bare rectum was positioned over the upright spiked post. The ropes from her ankles were looped around the animal's forelegs, in such a way that they could be drawn tight and fixed with a single jerk on the end of the rope.

When all was ready, the girl was abruptly dropped, slamming down so that she sank suddenly onto the heinous post, which penetrated its full lengthinto her colon. At the same instant, the two ropes attached to her ankles and the horse's forelegs were jerked tight, pulling her legs tight andholding her firmly down in place on the incredible impaling saddle. Then the large wild animal was released.

It was not by accident that wranglers often gave names like TNT and Dynamite to such animals. This one virtually exploded into the air as the menleaped backward to safety. The big beast twisted and arched its back while in the air, which jerked down hard on the helpless girl's legs, pulling her even further onto the spiked post on the animal's back. Her big tits flew outward from her chest and they slapped against her shoulders asshe hit the top of the arch, then her full weight slammed her downward when the horse hit the ground. The murderous spikes on the dildo inside her were doing their worst, ripping at her with every move of the wild bucking bronco. The other girls and women who had been brought out to the corral, presumably to be participants in the wild horse riding, were hysterical at the heartless brutality they were seeing, screaming at the top of their lungs at the raw violence. They knew that the bitches taken from the stables never returned, and they were sure that the helpless females might have been killed, but now they saw first hand how ruthless their murderous captors really were, and how bent the men were on their destruction. The wranglers gagged these waiting bitches, to contain their screams until they were needed.

Immediately its front hooves hit hard ground, the wild horse kicked its back legs high in the air, throwing the girl on its back upward, lifting her up several inches on the spiked dildo planted inside her. Only her bound legs kept her aboard the frantically bucking animal. The brutal effect of the spikes inside her were devastating to her colon, following perfectly the design intention. Not only was her shit tube being sliced to ribbons, but so was any other part of her intestines nearby.

The furious event caused her big breasts to flop wildly with the exaggerated movements of the wild horse. The beast kicked, twisted, jerked, stomped, and spun around in an endless random progression that had the nude girl strapped to its back flopping around like a limp rag doll. She pistoned up and down several inches on the long spiked dildo up her ass, with each rapid jolt of the wildly bucking horse, and her blood stained the animal's back and her buttocks and thighs as the violent action progressed.Only her shrill screams were under her own control: they were shrill, piercing, and continuous, broken only by her rapid desperate gasps for air2E The horse was still active when the girl's screams faded, until they became involuntary discharge from the lungs with the rugged bouncing, and it was clear that she was dead. Because the animal was still attempting to remove the rude rider, her body still flopped around on the back of the animal, bouncing obscenely. She was completely torn up inside now, so that the spiked post offered no support. Her torso flopped from the buckingbeast's shoulders to its buttocks and back, flopping around loosely witheach violent move of the animal. The ranchers drew their pistols, and used her as a moving target.

Their first attention went to her mammoth mammaries, which were so incredibly reactive to the slugs ripping through them. The big boobs were slammed out of shape with each impact, and they reverberated deliciously in waves with the aftershock. Her torso also bucked beautifully from the bigslugs blasting into her. The men pumped more than fifty rounds into thenaked bitch body, tiring of the profane sport only when the horse sloweddown. Her head was less receptive to the big slugs from the 45's. Halfa dozen direct hits completely removed it from her shoulders.

A pair of whisky bottles were passed around, and the ranchers decided to put the other three girls into the ring of the corral together. They sized the girls up, and then placed bets on which of them would die first, and which was likely to survive the longest. The contest would add a new level of interest to the incredibly violent bloodsport. Maintaining this secret ranch retreat was expensive, and the wealth cattlemen wanted full value for their investment. The other three girls had their gags ripped off, and their bare heels were fitted with vicious pronged spurs, strapped onto their feet and ankles.

The unwilling female riders were told the horses would stop if they kicked them hard enough. The panicked cunts screamed and kicked hysterically as they were all mounted on the posts on the backs of the remaining mustangs at the same time. This time there were no ropes used to bind their legs. They would all ride freestyle, which meant they were not only free to kick with the spiked spurs on their heels, but also could be bucked off the big wildly bucking stallions.

Because none of the city bitches was a competent rider, the only thing tohold them aboard their bucking mounts was the monstrous post driven deepinto each girl's colon, held in place by the heinous spikes that dug into their inner entrails. These men had progressed far beyond spanking as sport. The animals bolted out into the corral, and the screaming nudes aboard them quickly got full benefit of the spiked posts inside them. Their arms, legs, heads and tits bounced wildly with each stunning jump of their wild mounts. As they pumped up and down on the vicious posts, bloodgushed from their terribly damaged stuffed rectums.

The ranchers shouted encouragement to the mustangs, which provided full value with their efforts. The naked young women were inflamed inside, which disguised the incredible battering and bruising their bare buttocks were taking pounding against the pounding backs of the bucking broncos. All three of them managed to kick their spurs into the sides, shoulders andflanks of the mustangs, and the effect was exactly what the ranchers intended. One of the mustangs went berserk with the slashes across its ribs from the kicking spurs, and when it leaped into the air, it twisted so violentlythat not only did the girl fall off and land hard on her back, but the beast came down on its side, landing with its heavy shoulder squarely on top of her. The results were catastrophic. Her neck bulged, her eyes popped from their sockets, her mouth was forced wide, and a trio of fat gut loops were forced out of her gaping mouth.

These wealthy ranchers played only the games that were for keeps. That was how they had won the West, and that was how they now played their incredible recreational games at this private ranch retreat. The same thing happened with the fallen girl's cunt, which was totally inverted from theincredible crushing pressure of taking the horse's entire weight. The wild mustang struggled to its feet, and immediately attacked the naked andbroken bitch torso with its flashing hooves. The beast was intent on the total destruction of it attacker, and the crushing hooves quickly rendered the body of the girl unrecognizable.

The second girl to come off was thrown high in the air by her bucking mount, with the spikes on the post ripping out a length of her intestines through her ruined anus. The screaming bitch fell heavily in an upright position, and she broke both her legs in the hard landing. She rolled ontoher belly, bulging her big tits against the hard dirt of the corral. Asshe landed, the other girl was thrown over the shoulder of the mustang, ripping her ass off the vicious spiked back post, and she came down face first. She reached out frantically with her arms while flying through the air, and broke them both as she hit the ground. She skidded to a stop on her knees and squashed mammaries, screaming, with her beautiful ass propped high in the air, and with blood spurting out of her damaged anus. Like the other wild horse, the two remaining animals, their sides gashed by the vicious spurs, went after their fallen riders with a vengeance. Their hooves had not been shod with steel, so that it was a natural pounding the girls took, the way mother nature intended, with the bare kicking hooves of the wild mustangs battering and crushing the defenseless feminine bodies.

The girl with the broken legs lived the longest, as the wild horse that attacked her went after her lower section, smashing her legs and pelvis, which was not immediately fatal. She rolled over as the pounding hooves hammered at her, and in moments her belly was split open. What made her the winner of the competition was not skill or endurance, but that by chance the other girl sat up at just the wrong moment, and her head was kicked right off by the flying rear hooves of the wild mustang.

She won nothing but to live several seconds longer than the other two. The two ranchers who had placed bets on her won big, even though they werejust some friendly bets. She sat up, and the flying rear hooves of her horse caught her big tits dead center, and the fat mammaries were squashed flat. The full boobs did nothing, however, to protect her from the full force of the kicking hooves. They broke through ten ribs, puncturing both her lungs, and her heart virtually exploded inside her. The beautiful bitch was dead before her damaged carcass hit the ground.

Now that the wild horses had been introduced to the charms of human females, Duke supplied the four mustangs with an opportunity to fully explore the sexual allure of women. The wranglers brought forward the four largeand mature women, and laid them face up, one on each of the four sloped benches, with their buttocks propped on the low end. Their arms and legswere spread wide, and ropes from their ankles and wrists were staked firmly to the ground, holding them in place and keeping their legs spread wide.

This totally compromising position provided the large horses full access with their huge organs to the prone and bound women's inviting vulvas. The four lovely ladies were now lined up for a monstrous bestial fucking. To ready them to take in the monstrous penises of the wild horses, one of the wranglers carried a small hand mop designed for washing dishes, anda pail of steaming hot water from the kitchen.

He dipped the mop into the steaming hot water, then thrust it into the exposed cunt of each woman in line, and jerked it in and out a few times, masturbating the female sex organs to loosen them up for the equestrian invasion. A second wrangler carried a rag brought from the barn, where it had been freshly dampened in the vagina of a mare that was in full season2E This would provide the scent that would get these wild stallions runting sufficiently to mount a female of another entirely different species2E

When the bound naked women saw the wild horses being roped and brought into place in front of them, they realized with a sudden shock how serious their situation was: they were being set up for violent sex with these large wild animals. The only possibility was that they were going to be fucked to death. That, of course, was exactly what Duke intended for them.

The women's gags were removed, to allow them to vent their concern at theseriousness of their predicament. They had nothing to say, because theywere too busy screaming in terror. They had seen the treatment the girls had received, and they knew that no better could be expected from thesemonstrous men. The skittish horses, still excited from the killing of the buxom teenagers, saw the large breasted women bound nude before them, with the pink fuckslots fringed with dark curls presented between their spread legs.

The four wild mustangs smelled the aroma of the fresh menstrual mareblood on these primate cunts, and understood their function perfectly. Theirbig pricks swelled out quickly to their full and impressive size. The big animals with their major organs swinging and dribbling between their legs were ready to get into these primate females. Duke gave the wranglers the signal, and they moved the horses up over thepinned and spread bitches. The animals were no more cooperative even though they saw and understood what was being made available to them. Theystomped their front legs over the women's stretched out legs, cutting them with their hooves. Then they surged over the bound bitches, stepping over their arms, so that their deep chests were over the big tits of the screaming women, and their long thick penises aligned with the four prepared steaming cunts.

The ropes were released once the animals began to thrust their big stiff dongs at the tender cunts of the women, as it was clear they were not going to be stopped from getting into the prone bitches. The wranglers wanted not to interfere with any damage the beasts might do to the slave women in the process of mounting them. The object of the sport was the destruction of the women by the wild horses, and a wild fuck to the death was how the horses would accomplish their task. There was no orderly approach to the sexual mounting of the women by the wild stallions.

These mustangs took what they wanted, and these primate cunts were laid out for the taking. These big mustangs were experienced studs, and were capable of getting their huge penises into whatever they wanted. Without any encouragement necessary, the horses pressed the heads of their big dongs against the perfectly positioned human vaginas. Large women had beenpurposefully selected for this bestial fornication activity, ladies whose wombs would be capable of at least admitting the penis heads for this monstrous bestial fucking. Renewed activity from the screamers announced the penetration of their organs, but the strange union of animal and human genitals had nothing to do with love.

The mustangs snorted with approval as the impossibly stuffed vaginas engulfed the upper third of their big pricks. This was not satisfaction the horses displayed, but dominance. Such a display was appropriate, as the mastered women felt completely dominated, and totally humiliated as well.They were keenly aware of the dozen wealthy ranchers and the two dozen wranglers watching them engage in utterly abnormal forced sex with the aggressive beasts.

One of the bound women had recognized her brotherinlaw in the group of ranchers. He had seen her as well, but produced only a smirking grin at her nakedness, and showed no sign of wanting to help her. She had hated the man who had married her sister, and now she realized why. The gentleman she disliked so much was a heartless sadist. The worst for the ladies was about to come.

The stallions began to lurch their hips forward, painfully jamming their huge pricks deeper into the already stuffed female sex organs. The pounding the cunts took was incredible, but one by one they gave way, as the runting beasts managed to break through the pad at the back of the flesh sheath, driving their sex weapons right into the uterus of their human mount. The design of the sloping benches was ideal, for as the beasts gained further unnatural entry into the distressed ladies, the animals' chestspressed crushingly against the bitches' chests, protruding the big breasts obscenely out to the sides. These bulging boobs were under such pressure that they began to turn dark and maroon and to stretch impossibly. They were in clear danger of bursting under the incredible slowly increasing pressure. The status of the ladies' tits were of more interest to thewatching men than to the runting horses.

The big beasts were relentless in their domination of the bitches they had mounted, and were continuing to deepen their entry as they thrust with devastating effect with their powerful hips. When fully engaged, the long stout horse penises were thrust through the women's internal tangle of intestines, and were painfully jamming against the violated ladies' kidneys. These large internal organs were taking a painful and momentous pounding from the thrusting horse cocks. And the worst was still yet to come2E The ropes holding the women's arms were released now that the horses had gained full entry. The bitches could do little but pound with their fists against the sides of the big stallions, but the visual effect was more pleasing with this added action. Most of the men had their penises out of their pants, and were now openly masturbating at the sight of the murderous bestial rapes of the lovely women.

Large heavy bullwhips were now engaged by the wranglers, and the men laidthe heavy leather across the asses of the grinding horses, being carefulto strike the women as well wherever possible. This attack caused the beasts to jerk their hips forward with greater power and intensity, and asthe whipping continued, it soon produced the desired results. The female sex organs, stretched to the limit, began to fail, ripping open right up through the clit. The horses were now plowing a fresh furrow, and as the vicious whipping of their rumps continued, the incredible action beganto rip open the ladies bellies. At the same time, bulging tits began to pop like balloons under the extraordinary pressure. The mounted women were taking the most remarkable deep gut fucking, and yet they somehow managed to keep up the shrill chorus of hysterical screams. These ladies were being treated to a foretaste ofhell. This was the wild west at its worst, or best, and the men were enjoying every moment of it. Their captive cunts were providing the entertainment they had been brought here to deliver, and were all putting theirhearts into it.

The animal fucking show was incredible. And the worst was about to happen. The bullwhips found the big swinging testicles of the wild mustangs with deadly accuracy, and the animals now truly displayed their wildness. The beasts bucked with such force that their big pricks ripped open the tight bellies and thrust up between the lungs of the ladies entertaining them, then with several more lunges, plunged right up through the throatsand out the gaping mouths of the four unfortunate women.

Both the men and the stallions ejaculated with this startling but predictable conclusion to the remarkable event. The men shot their spunk onto the ground as they watched the stallions' big cumspurting pricks stickingsix inches out of the stretched open mouths of the impaled women. It was a very satisfying sight to end the remarkable event. This was the kind of serious action the men had built this ranch retreat for, and they were happy with how well their hobby project was working. They paid the young wranglers well, and the hired hands did much less work than they would on a regular beef ranch. As a perk for enduring the gore and messy side of the job, which was part of any ranch life, these boys got to play stud to the ladies as often as they liked, and as long as they did no lasting physical damage, they were allowed to mistreat, abuse,and hurt the bitches as much as they liked.

Leaving the wranglers to dismount the wild horses from the human female victims they had fucked to death, the wealthy ranchers returned to the ranch house for dinner. They also took the opportunity to discuss the events they would stage for the next weekend of deadly sexual violence. The special events at the ranch were being taken to new levels of debauchery, with fresh horrors and exciting climaxes planned for their captive femaleguests.

It was the afternoon range patrol that picked up the pair of riders, who were following the trail of wagons that had returned recently from the long journey to the city, and had brought back a fresh supply of bitch stock. The pair were tired from a long day on the trail and were easily surprised. The man was of no value to them, and was killed on the spot. Thewranglers brought the female in, as they thought the ranchers who owned Devil's Haven might be interested in the attractive young woman.

The ranchers were having fun in the corral with a pair of large wild bulls and several buxom women, training the valuable beasts to gore the screaming cunts with their long sharp horns. Cassandra was in the corral on horseback. She was again helping the men, working against her fellowcaptives. This time she was using a large bullwhip to keep the terrified naked women who could still stand from climbing the fences.

The pack of nude ladies being used in this afternoon sport were not faring well. They were being chased around the enclosure, and when caught were severely gored by the long thrusting horns of angered bulls. Two of the bitches were down, one was being dragged, with a pair of curved horns impaling her big tits, and two more were being trampled to death when the patrol returned with their female guest. Before they got to the corral, one of the ranchers went to meet the returning riders, diverting them before their guest could fully grasp the horror taking place in the large enclosure. He told the wranglers to take the beautiful young lady into the big ranch house, make her comfortable, and bring her to the dining room after dinner. He returned to enjoy the sexual violence in the corral, just in time to see a bull hit a perfect bull'seye with his horn, driving it deep into the cunt of a screaming womanwho was falling over backward, her legs spread, as the bull hit her. The powerful beast drove its long curved horn into her to the hilt, with the tip ripping out through her belly just to the right of her navel. Raising its head, the bull lifted her high in the air with its powerful neck.

The wrangler did as he was bid, and took his new captive toward the largeranch house. They were not close enough to the corral to see all of thegory details, but it was clear to the young lady that something terriblewas going on in the enclosure, and her face was ashen white with shock at the incredible bestial violence she was sure was taking place.

Cassandra was escorted into the dinning room as soon as the men had completed their evening meal. She brought with her the handicraft she had been working on while the men had eaten. She had cut cunts that had not been damaged from the women killed by the bulls in the corral that afternoon, and had used the female sex organs to decorate the shaft of an Indian spear she had found out on the plains.

Her design was simple. She had thrust the head of the spear into the rear of the severed female organs, and then had thrust it right through, so that the sharpened stone head emerged through the front of each detached cunt. There were seven of the amputated pussies mounted on the long spear shaft, and as she held it, drops of blood from the bizarre prizes trickled onto her closed fist. Cassandra was clearly proud of her outrageous creation. Everything she did now was to please the men, and she had learned well their excessive tastes.

The men were enjoying the sass of their cheeky prize. She stood nearly naked in her boots, chaps, vest and hat. She also wore a bandanna around her neck. The beautiful bitch was otherwise naked, with her own cunt andfull breasts on open display. There was no dignity left in this nineteen year old bitch any more, she was now fully focused on the degradation she could create with the barbarous treatment of the other female slaves. At that moment two of the wranglers brought in the young woman who had ridden too close to their camp. They lifted the girl up onto the table. "Let's have a look at you, cunt!" one of the ranchers said, and they reached up and began pulling off her clothing. She had a beautiful figure, with large breasts and a slender waist. This fact became even more apparent as each article of clothing was ripped off her.

When she wore only an undershirt and her boots, Duke leaned forward and jerked the last remnant of her clothing off the young woman, revealing a startling jagged scar that ran from the bush above her love nest upward across her stomach and between her breasts to her throat. Duke looked up at her face and for the first time the two made eye contact. The girl screamed and Duke gave a startled laugh. "By God, its the girl I left for dead hanging on that cactus up the draw last year! I left you gutted! How the fuck did your survive?" "Willy!" This time it was Cassandra who made the outburst. "Oh God! Willamina is my little sister. How did you ever get here?" "Cassandra!" Willamina shouted. "I've been searching for you ever sinceyou disappeared. We were sure something awful had happened to you. Then this terrible man nearly killed me with his whip! Why are you here? Why are you naked? What are you holding? What is the scandalous place?" Cassandra dropped her spear, and leaped up onto the table to embrace her sister. "God, Willy, its been more than a year," she sobbed, and the twosisters bawled like calves separated from their mothers. Its so good tosee you. What happened to your belly?" That awful man tied me to a big cactus, she said, looking at Duke, "and he whipped me terribly. His awful whip actually split me open." "What I'd like to know is how you survived it," Duke said. "A prospector saw me, he watched you do the whole thing. He had some wire he used to sew my tummy closed. He looked after me for a whole month in his cave. He saved my life, no thanks to you! He saw everything, and promised me if he ever found you he'll kill you!" Duke knew that although it had been nearly a year since the actual event,the prospector was most likely still using that cave. There were few possibilities for its location, and that very draw was the most likely spot2E The prospector most certainly made hollow promises to calm and impress the girl, but he would never follow through. Duke was more concerned that he could be identified. The man was unlikely to know who the girl'sattackers had been, but to be certain, he immediately dispatched two of the wranglers who had been with him at the time to find and kill the man.There was no sense in leaving loose ends dangling. A dead man made a poor witness. Duke unfurled his whip, and with the expertise born of years of woman whipping, brought the tip snapping up between the legs of the embracing girls, striking the delicate cuntmeat of both bitches with an explosive snap.Both of them leaped in the air screaming. "Get off the table, cunt!" he commanded, and without hesitation Cassandra bounded to the floor. Her sister stood on the rustic wooden table, naked, shaking with horror and dread. She had experienced that man's punishing talent with a whip while seeking out her lost sister, and now had found herself in his terrible power once more. "That spear of yours is a nice fit for severed cunts," he said to Cassandra. "Let's see how it does in a vagina still in use by its owner." Cassandra quivered noticeably, recognizing the terrible thing Duke was askingof her. He was putting her to the test, to measure the depth of her debauchery.

Willamina also understood, and began screaming uncontrollably. She pissed herself as she stood, shaking with terror. She looked at her sister, and saw in her face the changes the last year had brought to the young woman. Two wranglers grabbed her, pulled her off the table, and held her bellydown along the back of a sofa, perfectly positioned for total impalement. "Make your sister Willy into a pigonastick," Duke said, "Put the spearinto her up through her cunt." Cassandra hesitated only for an instant,then she obediently picked up her decorated Indian spear. She was not looking forward with relish to following her masters' orders. These ranchers owned her, and she had no choice but to follow their commands. She recognized her standing as a slave, and that her enslavement meant her total obedience to their every wish, no matter how much she was personally distressed by what they required of her. The head of the weapon was eight inches long and nearly three inches wideat the base. It was made of chiseled flint, and had sharp wavy edges. She knew she had the strength to shove it up the full length of a woman'storso, but to do so now meant losing a sister by her own hand. This wasnot a game, it was a case of straight out murder. Sister murder.

Cassandra thought to herself what an evil man Duke was, and as she did she felt a knot of raw excitement growing in her gut, and a moist heat filling her stinging vagina. They were going to make her kill her own sister, who had also been her only close friend ever. Duke knew that this was a horrific thing to make her do, and he also knew that she was unable to resist his command. She was a total sex slave, and was not allowed to have a will of her own.

Because the men wanted it, she had no choice. As victim herself, she felt free of responsibility. This was a heinous crime she was about to commit, and it could never be her fault. She was free of blame, free to enjoy the daring act. She had no choice, because she was their slave. This was so exciting she thought she would die. With Willamina lying flat along the ridge of the back of the sofa, with one leg on the bench and the other dangling to the floor, both her anus inits secret hollow and her vagina splitting her pubic mound were fully exposed. Cassandra lifted the spear with its fleshy decorations, and pointed the large stone head at the naked crotch of her sister. She gently poked the tip against the sensitive skin of the puckered rectum, drawing screams of horror from Willy.

The men laughed at the prone girl, her big tits spread over the back of the couch. She twisted in her agony of embarrassment and humiliation, andat the sting of the sharp tip of the spear probing at her little bum hole, causing the weapon to scratch her anus. When Cassandra was satisfied she had pleased the men with this corrupt teasing of her younger sister, she lowered the tip to the generous folds of Willy's pretty cunt, as Dukehad proposed. The outer lips of the pretty pussy were puffed like a decent sex mound should be when the woman is in heat. The men could see the scaring around the exposed clit where the female sex organ had been split wide open a year before by Duke's infamous womanwhip. The outer labia of the beautiful cunt was spread to expose the generous inner pink lips that folded outward, revealing the round bright pink gap that was designed to stretch to take into itself a probing male organ. Now it was a large stone spear head that was probing at the vestibule of her private portal and seeking entry, handled by her sister.

Cassandra moved the tip around the inner edges of the cunt lips, warming the female organ to prepare it for the main thrust. She watched carefully for signs of reception, and as Willy's slit moistened, she saw the girlbegin to gently though involuntarily hump her hips, even as she was being totally humiliated for the entertainment of the wealthy ranchers. At the instant she felt her younger sister had reached full arousal from the stimulation to her genitals, she suddenly thrust on the stout spear shaft, and the entire large stone head of the weapon of war was abruptly engulfed in the fleshy slot. Willamina's scream was shrill and piercing. The men holding her had to use their entire weight to keep the struggling bitch from rolling off the back of the couch as she pitched and twistedin her distress and humiliation. Her movement caused the sharpened stone head to scrape against the delicate walls of her womb, increasing her discomfort with shots of pain.

Cassandra moved the large stone head around inside the girl's gripping fucksheath, giving her sister the full sense of her power over her. Then she thrust again, this time applying all her strength, driving the sharp edged flint through the tiny mouth of Willy's rubbery cervix and deep into her uterus. Now the large spear head was not just scraping her, but was also stabbing the meat of the pinned bitch's internal reproductive organ. The tender flesh was sliced deeply by both edges, sending bolts of searing pain coursing through the naked girl's tensed torso and kicking legs. Duke saw Cassandra watching him, with a look of anguish on her face. If she were allowed to stop this now, her sister would not be killed by the abuse. Cassandra knew better than that. She realized with resignation that she would not be permitted to stop short of completely impaling her sister for the entertainment of these powerful men. No form of mercy was ever permitted at Devil's Haven.

Now that the spear was firmly embedded in the torso of the naked girl, Duke allowed Cassandra to release the shaft, and it stood out boldly from the invaded female organ. The severed cunts on the rude pole made a starkcontrast to the living cunt gripping the wood behind the spear's stone head. The girl was a truly obscene object as she lay panting from the extreme distress the men caused her. Cassandra was instructed to climb aboard her sister, as if she were riding a horse. Duke opened a handtooled leather case that contained a matched pair of beautiful long bladed dueling knives. The narrow blades were a full twelve inches long, and were sharp on both edges. Cassandra took them from him, admiring their fine steel and ornate handles.

She was not sure what she was to do with them, but was certain that whatever it was, it would not go well for her sister. Cassandra moved the twin blades before her sister's face, so that Willy had a full sense of whatwas about to happen. It was just that neither bitch knew exactly when or where.

Willy tried desperately and unsuccessfully to buck her older sister off her back. Cassandra's weight was just too much for her. She was an impressive creature, with the spear sticking out of her cunt and her breasts bulging severely with the spread and the weight being applied to them.

Her magnificent boobs had survived Duke's whipping of a year ago, although the scars left by the heinous bitchwhipping weapon were deep and permanent. Duke saw that Cassandra's cunt was starting to work up a foam where it was pressed against her sister's bare back, a certain sign that she was nearly ready for the monstrous act he would require of her. He flicked his whip at her, slapping her naked breasts with it to remind her of her subjugation to him. "Bury the blades in Willy's big boobs!" he commanded her. Cassandra lifted the blades out to the sides. Her brief hesitation appeared to be more for effect than a sign of disobedience. Then she drove them downward and into the big bulging mammaries of her young sister. The sixteen year old Willy's eyes bulged in shock and disbelief at what her sister had just done to her. The monstrous knives had stabbed right into her bulging tits, and the long doubleedged blades had been driven right through her marvelous boobs so that the points scraped against each other. Her sisterhad just ruined her, top and bottom.

Cassandra leaped off her human mount and once more grabbed the stout shaft of the spear. If she was going to do this monstrous deed, she would have to do it now, while she had the resolve. With all her might, she began heaving on the impaling spear shaft, and with each effort, the large deadly weapon advanced a few inches deeper into the torso of her sister.

Now unrestrained, Willy flopped off the back of the sofa onto the floor, and rolled onto her back. She raised her pelvis to reduce the agony of the stout shaft which was gaining greater depth with each powerful lunge by her older sister. She attempted to grab the handles of the knives impaling her breasts, but she needed her arms to brace herself against the terrible lunging of the spear. Willy tried to roll onto her side, lifting her hip as the barbarous spearwas shoved deeper into her through her cunt. She used the gripping power of her sex organ to try to stop the entry, but the cockholster was no match for the strength of her determined sister. Cassandra was now bent on completing the heinous murder of her sister as quickly as possible, and her determination paid off as the stone head of the Indian spear plunged between Willy's lungs and drove into her throat, constricting her breathing.

Cassandra used all her might to force the weapon up through the gagging young lady's throat. She knew the ranchers would not be satisfied until she had driven the head right out through Willy's gaping mouth, and that is exactly what she did. With a resounding cheer, the men greeted the missing spear head as it emerged between Willy's spread lips, and with a final thrust stood out a full foot from her spread mouth. She had done it. She had actually killed her own sister! When the odious task of impalement was finally completed, Cassandra sat down hard, shaking, her head bowed, and sobbed. She had never had such anemotional rush in her life, and it was more than she could handle. Dukehad other ideas. He lashed her with his whip, forcing her back onto theimpaled carcass of her young sister. "We don't need the bitch's body, and those cunts you used on the spear shaft were silly, but why don't you cut off the head of the impaled bitch, and leave that on the spear as a decoration." Cassandra felt a wave of revulsion, but without hesitation she obediently drew the twin blades out of Willy's big breasts, and used them to slice off her dead younger sister's head.

Physically, the task was not too bad. It reminded her of the wet part ofslaughtering pigs. All of the blood would wash off later, and it was just part of the animal. Now that she was dead, Willy was nothing more than the body of an animal, and Cassandra managed to do as she was bid, almost as if to do so caused her no particular distress. When she had finished the heinous task, she was surprised at how easy it was to pull the carcass off the shaft, lubricated by the gore and blood, leaving the head with its grinning mouth gripping the pole of the Indian spear as a decoration. She had to agree that the head made a far more interesting adornment than those silly severed cunts had been.

Cassandra took up the obscene spear and struck a vulgar pose with it, thrusting her pelvis to better display her vagina, as she knew was expected of her. She looked at the large group of wealth and sadistic men sittingand enjoying their afterdinner drinks, admiring her profane arrogance. She realized that somehow their admiration gave her a kind of power, as backward as it was.

She was their slave, and she did their obscene bidding, but by doing as they asked, and by being beautiful, brazen, and sexually outrageous, she realized she was able to drive their sadistic engines, to make them get the most out of their enormous investment in this operation. This purpose which she filled so well for the men made her feel complete as a woman, useful in life, and somehow free. Her upbringing in the American West, her education in St. Lewis, and her full year of experience here at the Devil's Haven Ranch had instilled in her a clear understanding of the true place of women in the general scheme of things.

She was a cunt, and somehow because of it she was nearly as valued as were the beef cattle upon which these powerful men had built their sizable fortunes. Cassandra was a Queen of the West and, at the moment, she seemed to be interesting to the men who owned her. She displayed an impudent smile that was frozen on her face, but a tear trickled down her cheek as she realized the terrible price she paid for this freedom.

She knew the true value of human bitch meat at this bizarre ranch retreat2E Cunts were admired for their brass and how well they died, and for little more. None of the men sitting around this room valued her any morethan they did the gore and the headless carcass on the floor that had moments before been her beautiful young sister.

She was fully aware that it was only her impudent sexually brazen behavior, and her willingness to participate in the most debasing acts of wantoncarnal debauchery, that allowed her to live through each new day. Her cunt and her total lack of moral restraints gave her the only value she had. She also realized that it would take only a whim of Duke's, or any ofthe other wealth and sadistic ranch owners, and she would pay the ultimate price for that final freedom. Cassandra was a sex slave, and was destined to become nothing more. She knew also that she could easily become much less.

Gina had been Cassandra's history professor last year at the State University in St. Louis. Her lectures were always interesting, and often dealt with various forms of cruelty around the world. Cassandra had found that odd, but was intrigued with many of the bizarre things she heard. Clearly the woman was an expert, and had a curious level of interest in the more outlandish kinds of human behavior. This made her lectures very popular with some of her students. Cassandra was one of these. Gina was a big woman, with a slender waist and full breasts and hips, which was fashionable at the time. Gina had always appeared somewhat prudish, with her hair always done up in a tight bun, and she wore spectacles that gave her an owlish look, very pretty while very intelligent. Cassandra had always looked up to her, so she was more than surprised when one evening as she was serving the men at their evening meal, she saw the female professor sitting at table with the men, as a guest of one of the ranchers.

Duke had learned of the gorgeous woman's interest in degrading debaucheryfrom his friend, the madam of the bordello his men frequented when in St2E Lewis. Gina was a regular customer of the bordello, who delighted in abusing girls the age of her students. She was in her midthirties, and had taken good care of herself. Her large tanned breasts stood proudlyon her chest, as she revealed with her white blouse under her open blackvest unbuttoned down to the belt line, exposing most of an admirable cleavage. Gina did not particularly notice and did not recognize her past student immediately, as Cassandra was just one of more than twenty girls assigned to serving duties that evening. All of the serving girls wore special toe shoes, with rigid bent soles which forced them to walk in an extremely uncomfortable position on their tip toes, not unlike ballet dancers. Their only other costume was feather headgear, and little tutu skirts aroundtheir waists, which did nothing to cover their sexual charms. Their hair and been pulled back and done into tight braids which were rolled around their heads, supporting the feathers.

The girls had been trained by one of the slaves, who was a dancer, to walk right up on their tip toes, which was difficult, but very appealing to the large assemblage of diners. The girls had to walk with their knees spread, as they brought to the table large meaty beef ribs stuck into their vaginas, protruding like obscene cooked male erections. The centerpiece on the large polished oak table was a naked slave girl. She was kneeling on the table face down, with her chest pressed against the table and her ass propped high in the air. Her elbows and knees were strapped to steel hoops in the table, holding her firmly in place.

The attractive slave had a thick beeswax candle protruding from her anus.It was lighted, and its hot wax dripped down between her buttocks and across the tender meat of her young cunt. The big candle had been burningfor more than an hour, and the dripping wax had run down and was crustedon her tummy and across the base of her bulging tits. She was sobbing softly with the humiliation, and emitting sharp squeaks with the sudden stabs of pain from the hot wax. As the candle burned, the wick grew closer to the kneeling teenager's spread buttocks, and Cassandra watched in fascination as its glow lighted the delicate meat of her tightly stretched anus. Only Cassandra and a few of the other slave girls who had been present when Duke had loaded the candle into the girl knew that the candle was built around a small explosive charge that had been thrust deep into her colon.

The tiny stick of dynamite was just large enough to make mincemeat of theyoung girl's intestines without blowing her entirely apart. It was intended that she would surprise the men as she violently and suddenly died. If it worked as planned, she would bulge at the waist and perhaps spray blood from her anus and vagina, without the inconvenience of spreading her viscera all over the room.

As Cassandra approached the table, walking with the new and still slightly awkward skill she had learned in the bizarre though minimal toe shoes, the girl in front of her stopped at the man who had brought Gina. Cassandra blanched as she realized she would have to serve her exprofessor herself.

There was no way out of it. Like the other girls did, she turned her back to the table and leaned back on it. Then she pulled herself back, sliding her bare buttocks up onto the polished oak, lifting her shapely legs so that she could get to her feet on the table. That was a trick in these remarkable shoes, but the girls had all practised it during the afternoon, and within a moment all of them were standing on the table, legs spread and pelvis rotated, in front of the guest they were to serve with their offered cunts.

The next part of the performance was tricky. All of the girls had to squat down to present the large curved barbecued beef rib in their cunts to the guest. Cassandra was more athletic than most of the other girls, andshe managed to get right down with her knees spread wide and her stuffedvulva thrust forward.

The eager diners were much too interested in the firmly packed female sexorgans, dripping warm thick gravy and barbecue sauce, to notice faces. Gina was no different. She leaned forward with her mouth open, her lips curled, and dug her teeth into the ample cooked meat on the big bone sticking out of Cassandra's packed cunt. The diners put off using their hands for as long as possible, but at last, when they had picked the exposed bone clean, they pulled the remaining eight inches of rib out of the slave women's cunts. When they had pickedthe bones clean of meat, they began licking the gravy and meat sauce offand out of the cunts before them. When Gina got her tongue over and around the erect clit before her, Cassandra nearly went wild with passion.

She thrust her naked sex organ against the open mouth of the educated woman, taking what pleasure she could before the game turned brutal, as she was certain it would, and she was ready when the beautiful guest dug her teeth deep into the meat of her lustgorged cuntlips. The slave girls were at first squealing in delight as their cunts were serviced, then screaming in pain as the vicious teeth went to work on their vulnerable sex organs. This game was not intended to be pleasurable for the slave girls, and thediners made certain it was not. To take her mind off the stabs of pain as the chomping teeth mashed her tender cuntlips, Cassandra watched the candle burning closer to the rectal flesh of the teenager in the center ofthe large oak table.

By now the candle's wick was within an inch of the teenager's tightly stretched flesh ring, and the light the dancing yellow flame produced causedthe translucent woman meat to glow. The teenage girl was feeling the direct heat of the flame by now, and her moaning quickly progressed to sharp squeals of agony, joining those of the slave girls who were having their cuntlips tenderized by the teeth of the diners.

Cassandra squeezed her eyes tightly closed to control the pain that seared from her own bothered cunt, firmly gripped in the mouth of the beautiful expert on world history. This woman knew more about the ingenious methods used around the world for the torture of captive females. For some reason, the scholar had made the history of female torture her specialty. She clearly knew how to hurt the vagina. Now Cassandra was paying the price of the woman's unusual knowledge.

When Cassandra opened her eyes again, she saw that the teenage human candelabra's stretched rectum was now beginning to blister from the heat of the flame, which was now less than half an inch from the glowing pink flesh. Her flesh slowly sizzled, as if it were cooking, and Cassandra realized that was exactly what was happening. The young girl's body fat was melting from the heat, and had reached the boiling point. She wondered if it would actually reach the flash point. Now the girl was screaming harshly with all her might as the pain from her burning anus reached and overloaded her brain. The diners watched her with interest as the straining girl's blistered and blackened rectum did as Cassandra had wondered about: her anus really burst into flame, as herown melted fat caught fire.

This spontaneous combustion of a human body was a rare sight to see, and it caused all of the guests to watch with interest, giving the slave girls some brief relief from the torture being applied to their luscious cunts. All of the guest were watching her agony and burning rectum when the explosive charge went off inside the lovely young girl, bulging her slender waist. The internal blast ripped apart the girl's colon and large intestine, and destroyed her bladder and uterus, while severely damaging herkidneys.

Blood spurted out from her ruptured rectum and sprayed the backs of threeof the slave girls, who shielded the diners facing them. The unfortunate teenager slumped almost immediately, killed instantly by the ferocity and resulting damage of the heinous explosive device that had been plantedinside her. Cassandra had jerked her hips back as the explosion hit inside the teenager, and she ripped her cuntlips out of the teeth of the woman licking hervagina while chewing the tender organ lips. The woman looked up at her face for the first time, angry at the impudent move by the cooperative sex slave, and was startled to see her expupil. Duke noticed the look of recognition between the two, and made a mental note. Gina grinned with pleasure and excitement, then she grabbed Cassandra's hips and pulled the beautiful young slavewoman's cunt back to her face. She dug her teeth into the sensitized flesh petals, biting so hard that she broke the skin and caused the beautiful female sex organ to bleed.

The familiarlooking young slave girl startled Gina by pressing her nakedgroin against her face, aggressively meeting the challenge to the point of cuntsmothering the sadistic woman. Gina leapt to her feet, angry at the impudence of the naked sexslave. Cassandra stood up her full height, now towering over the woman from her position on the table. "This insolent cunt needs a lesson," Gina said, "Get me a whip!" "That's a fine idea," Duke replied, "Let's have a pair of womanflesh whips!"

One of the wranglers brought a pair of Duke's infamous Gypsymade woman whips, including the one that had the female organ as a handle. Gina was somewhat taken aback at the suggestion that two whips were needed. It was inconceivable that her host would allow a slave girl to use a whip on aguest. This was such a bizarre ranch that she realized almost anything was possible, particularly now that she was acutely aware of being the only female who was not a slave.

She was also startled at the sight of the incredible weapons. From the cunt handle with its puff of pubic hair, she saw immediately that the whips were fashioned from fine human leather. Bitch leather. These were Duke's infamous Gypsy whips, that were such effective tools on the meat of naked women. "You are a guest at our ranch retreat, and you have damaged one of our stock, Duke said. "Look at that comely cunt bleed! I think we are entitled to a fair contest, to see who punishes who with these whips. Get the new bitch ready, boys!"

Gina looked like she was numb with shock, which was probably true. A pair of wranglers grasped Gina and began ripping her clothes off. She screamed and struggled, but to little avail. She had been brought to the Devil's Haven as a guest, but only as a ruse to get her here without a struggle. The cattle rancher who had selected her had done so only to see her used as an entertainment object, and now that she was in their control, it was time for her to produce. Her fully revealed figure was even betterthan the partial exposure afforded by her clothing had promised.

Gina had perfect skin, tanned and supple, which made her total nakedness appear to be perfectly natural. She was not at all used to being forced to parade naked in front of a group of men, not to being required to perform indecently for them. She felt disgusted with the man who had broughther here with sweet promises of sexual debauchery beyond her wildest imagining. This private retreat had turned out to be all he had promised and more, but the headstrong woman had not anticipated she would become part of the entertainment. Now the men were turning their attention to her in a way that caused her to feel both anger and disgrace. She was stark naked, wearing only her glasses. She was used to being treated as a sex object at the University,but there she used her sexuality to get her way, and then took out her aggression through the sessions of sadism at the bordello.

Here she was not in control. At the university she had endured the pinches to her bottom that were common in the office area, and had slept with the right people to advance to her position, but she had never before been openly ogled by a group of strange men while forced to stand stark naked before them. It was one thing for a female student to be subjected to this kind of treatment, but not a professor. The humiliation was unbearable, and her feeling of helpless frustration was causing her anger to grow. She had a terrible temper, and was known for making students severelysuffer because of it. Gina was fitted with a pair of the footbending shoes the other slave girls were wearing. When she was lifted up onto the long table, she surprised the men by appearing to be under control in the startling footwear, with no practice. The severe bending of her foot, forcing her to walk on her toes, caused her legs to appear much longer and sexier, and even forced her chest to tilt so that her remarkable breasts thrust outward with a defiant jutting action, which became quickly more pronounced when she moved.

She stood at one end of the large table, now evacuated by the other slavegirls. Her striking naked form was erotically illuminated by the large candle holders hanging from the rafters, and by the flickering light of aroaring fire on the large open hearth. She was an imposing figure, and the shoes made her appear taller and more erotic than before. Cassandra stood near the other end of the long oak table, and made an equally impressive figure. The large dining table made an ideal platform from which these naked girls could fight with their lethal whips. With this elevation, the two naked bitches could embark on their bizarre whipfight in full view of all of the ranchers. Cassandra was handed the favored whip, the one with the handle fashioned from a woman's cunt. Gina saw that she was going to get the opportunity to vent her anger on the beautiful girl who had been her student, and shetook full advantage. As soon as the whip was in her hands, she lashed out at the impudent young bitch at the other end of the table. She was startled that the girl had her whip handle up in an instant, and blocked the main power of the blow, although the slender end of the weapon whipped around and stung the girl's big breast.

She got in a second quick shot, but with the same result. This time, before she could get in a third blast with the supple weapon, Cassandra's whip slashed at her, striking her a vicious stinging blow across the top ofher tanned tits. Gina's sharp scream was as much from surprise and disbelief as it was from the searing pain. Cassandra had got her with a clean strike to her bulging mammaries, which was unforgivable, particularly from a lowly student. Gina retaliated swiftly with an incredible rising blow that came up between Cassandra's spread legs and blasted her bare cunt with such force thatit her eyes bulged. Cassandra replied with a stinging blow, with the tip of her whip snapping sharply against Gina's gaping cunt.

Gina was astounded at the impudence of the girl. Cassandra was showing total disregard for her position and power. This brazen bitch was going to have to be taught a lesson. She could not treat a professor like this.This was war. The amazing nudes got into sync with their blows, striking each other with the vicious whips so rapidly that there was no opportunity for defense.While one whip was recoiling, the other was striking. The bitches alternated screams as they alternated blows, bringing sharp reports as the tightly braided womenhide whips snapped against voluptuous flesh, bringingpiercing screams with each violent contact. Each strike of the whips bit into tender bitch meat. Searing pain came with each vicious blow, and the blows were repeating at what appeared to be an unsustainable tempo. These vicious bitches were going at each other with a remarkable and unrelenting passion. Cunts, bellies, buttocks, legs, arms, breasts, backs, and faces were taking the unrelenting punishment each gave to the other. Both bitches pissed on the table from the frenzied attacks they were enduring, and neither appeared ready to give in. Gina's eye glasses were an early casualty, and they smashed as the flew to the floor. Her sight was not so bad that she could not carry on, but she had lost her scholarly look when the glasses were slashed from her face. The blow that removed the glasses also broke her nose.

Gina had a slight edge in strength, and as outraged as she was to have toperform with one of her students, she swung the whip with an air of authority. Her blows landed hard, and seemed to produce slightly larger welts and deeper cuts in the naked meat of her young student. Cassandra appeared to have greater skill with her specialized weapon, and her blows were more accurate, and their effect seemed to be more telling. Neither oneof the bold bitches was ready to yield to the other, and both of the naked whip fighters were sustaining incredible physical damage to their raw and fully exposed meat.

When Gina accidentally dropped her whip, Cassandra took full advantage when she bent to pick it up, and popped the tip of her whip against the exposed anus of her professor, snapping the weapon with such force that she ruptured the woman's thick sphincter muscle. With anal control gone, Gina released a string of fat shit sausages, but the considerable damage to her rectum did nothing to impair her ability to attack. One of Gina's blows put Cassandra momentarily off balance, and when she teetered backward, the whip came up at her cunt with such force that the tip snaked deep inside her, and snapped against her uterus.

The explosion of pain from this blow would have dropped a lesser whip fighter, but Cassandra endured the fire that spread through her torso, got her weapon moving with an incredible deftness, and struck her older instructor's face with such force and accuracy that the bitch's right eyeball burst. In retaliation, Gina's whip wrapped around one of Cassandra's big boobs, and she jerked it so hard that the mammary was burned by the sliding leather all the way around. The fat tit was pulled severely out from her chest, and the pain was startling, much more intense than the tit hanging just a month ago had produced. Cassandra now went at the professor bitch's face with a passion, realizing that she would have an enormous advantage if she could completely blindthe cunt. The woman realized her vulnerability, and bobbed and weaved as each blow swung at her, so that her good eye was an extremely difficulttarget. Cassandra took advantage of the concentration Gina gave to defense, and suddenly wrapped her whip around the naked professor's ankle.

With a sudden jerk of the whip, she easily pulled her foe off balance, which was precarious at best in these outlandish shoes. Gina crashed onto her back, her legs akimbo, and she lost her grip on her whip. She grasped around for it desperately, because unarmed she had no chance against this aggressive student. Cassandra recognized the sudden advantage she hadcreated for herself, and went after her fallen history professor with renewed passion, and got the mature cunt screaming for mercy. Gina was down and defeated. Cassandra used both her whip and the hard toes of her shoes on the voluptuous bitch, giving her a vicious beating that was so intense it soon had the men up on their feet cheering her on.

This was the kind of brutal cunt fight action the ranchers loved, one in which there was severe damage done to both of the combatants, a fight that went on until one of the bleeding battered bitches had killed the other2E An even fight was interesting, but it was always more exciting when one bitch got a clear advantage and used it to inflict senseless and merciless damage on the other. Cassandra was giving the older cunt an incredibly violent beating, and it was clear she was intent on killing her voluptuous history professor.

The only thing the men would like to see better than a cunt killing wouldbe for both bitches to die from the brutal violence they committed on each other. Butchering bitches, or coercing them into killing each other, was the most enjoyable kind of sport for these hardened cowboys, who had made death a way of life, and had prospered from it. Raw brutality had become a way of life for these ranchers. They had used merciless violenceto get ahead in the rough world of the American west, and now they had successfully transformed this violence into a sport. Cassandra was a master of the sport, and a capable performer.

Gina flipped over onto her belly to protect her breasts, and her exposed anus and cunt became the targets of the vicious whip. She rolled onto her side, and her kidneys became the targets. The hardened toes on Cassandra's shoes dug into Gina's sides, breasts, and then cracked several of her ribs. Her farmgirl student turned sex slave was going for the kill. "Oh God no! Please stop!" Gina screamed. Cassandra kicked her cunt, driving the toe of the shoe deep into the damaged female sex organ. "My God, you're killing me!" cried the hysterical woman. Cassandra saidnothing. Her actions spoke for themselves. The whip made of toughened woman hide slashed across the nude professor's beautiful face, cutting the bridge of her nose and splitting her lip. Gina cowered, then crawled on her back to the edge of the table. Cassandra found her tits again withthe whip, then concentrated on the voluptuous woman's exposed belly. Gina screamed hysterically and begged for mercy, sobbing between blows at the raw violence of the brutal attack, but her pleadings only intensified the fury of the merciless assault.

Cassandra moved in, and intent on blinding her foe completely, she kickedout the screaming cunt's other eye, but not with the whip. It was now easier to kick the fallen bitch with the hard pointed toe of her shoe thanto whip her. She got Gina in the temple with several rapid blows, and managed to pop the target eye right out of its socket. She also kicked the other whip off the table, out of Gina's reach. It was exciting to totally dominate her professor, who had often abused her power over the classof female students. Now Gina was dead meat. Cassandra lashed savagely at the blinded bitch with her whip as the nude cunt struggled, kicking out blindly with her gorgeous legs. Cassandra stood out of range and blasted the downed woman repeatedly, mercilessly attacking the bitch's big cunt and fat tits. At last Gina managed to struggle to her feet, without her whip, which had fallen off the table to the floor. Cassandra blasted the sightless woman with vicious blows from the whip, knowing that only her foe's death could mark the end of this incredible battle. She would not be permitted to stopthe brutal whipping until she had killed the beautiful woman. The professor's bloodied cunt and tits were now the prime targets, not because blows to them were lethal, but because she knew that was what the men wanted to see before she finished her opponent. This fight was about entertainment, and the men would get full value for their investment, oneway or another. What they wanted was to see one of these bitches being butchered alive with the whip, and that was exactly what they were getting. The whip was doing extraordinary damage to the human meat.

Strands of bloodied inner tit meat dangled from Gina's ruined breasts, and still the amazing woman stayed on her feet. Cassandra delivered a succession of damaging blows to the vulnerable vagina, and soon the female organ began to split, opening out so severely that the big bitch began to actually shit out her own guts through her gaping cunt! It was incredible2E

At last the big professorbitch stumbled blindly toward the edge of the table, and with a last meatsplitting crack of the whip across her ass, Gina fell to the floor, cracking her skull when she hit. The history professor bitch was now history herself. Her erotic form lay in a heap on thefloor, her beautiful whipwelted ass propped high in the air. A final fat turd exited the ruptured anus of the naked female professor as her body sagged in death. The violence that framed the entertainments here at Devil's Haven had once more exacted its merciless toll, and another beautiful woman had given up her life to become a slumped pile of ruined bitch meat.

It took nearly five weeks for Cassandra's whip wounds to heal. She managed it with the help of the vet and two of the girls in the stable who were natural helpers. They had dressed her wounds and had nurtured her backto health, although she still had to endure several brutal gang rapes bythe horny wranglers, who were not at all fussy about the condition of the females they ravaged to satisfy their raging lust.

When the men who owned the retreat next returned to Devil's Haven, once more they had brought with them a new female companion, although this one did not come to the secret retreat as a voluntary guest. This time the new bitch arrived at the ranch buck naked, trussed to a pole by her wristsand ankles, like a dead deer. Her lively moans of distress through her gag revealed that she was in fact alive and well.

She was a mature woman, in her late thirties, with graying hair, and a portly build. This was the first time any of the captive girls, the oldestof whom was twentytwo, had seen a mature woman on this ranch, and that was what attracted their attention to her. They all thought of themselves as girls, and this one was clearly a woman. Were the sexual tastes of the men who held them captive changing? The most attractive things about her were her seasoned face that, even though partly concealed by the gag, revealed good breeding, supported by her excellent bond structure. Her large full and still firm breasts hung like large water bags from either side of her as she swung in a bowshape from the sturdy pole. These mammaries were both large and quite firm forher age. The mature cunt had probably nursed several children, as womenwere in such demand in the west that she could not have escaped being bred many times. She also had gorgeous legs, which was quite uncommon for women of her age. In the West, women like this one worked hard and long on the ranches of their husbands, and as a result they usually aged early2E

In most respects this woman had held her age well. Unlike most prairie women, beaten by the severity of life in the raw west, she had somehow maintained a physical elegance that made her most attractive to the group ofdebauched men who were her captors. This was the first time a mature woman like her had ever been brought here, and it was also the first time abitch had ever arrived at the ranch in this fashion. It was as if she were the prize of the hunt. The very nature of her unusual arrival and presence were the talk of the stable.

The female herd was cut and eight young ladies selected and taken to the house. That night the girls out in the stable heard the muffled snappingof the whip, ongoing screams from the throats of terrified and tortured females, and as the evening progressed they also heard a number of gunshots fired. It could only mean slave women were being shot. The ranchers were having a party, and the girls in the barn were pleased that they were not personally involved, since few females survived being guests at these late night affairs. After several hours of horror things settled down, and after the ranchersretired, there was finally silence. Another night of debauchery had taken place, and the females in the stable who would live for at least one more day settled down for a restless night of sleep. Cassandra slept likea kitten.

The next day, while the women and girls were exercising naked in the corral, Duke and three other ranchers sat on the railing to watch. The men selected several of the lovely cunts, and the wranglers roped those selected. Cassandra was one of these. They were all collared, set one in front of the other, linked together in a long line, and moved to the large ranch house. The eleven girls selected to participate in the evening's event were taken in through the kitchen, and were bathed one by one in a large tub beside the great kitchen stove. The major difference between Cassandra and the other girls was that ten of them believed they were about to die, and Cassandra alone was certain that she was going to have a good time. That was why she believed they had selected an odd number of the female slaves. On the other hand, she supported the belief of the others that they were going to die horribly this evening and she told them so. By this point in her career at this ranch, death of other girls was the expected, and Cassandra had no particular feeling about it. What was important was that she did not feel herself to be in the least threatened. Duke came into the kitchen, and instructed that the girls be strung together by chains attached to their collars in two rows of five rather than in one long single row. Cassandra was taken by a wrangler into the tack room beside the pantry, where she was to be costumed for the evening's entertainment event. Cassandra was given a harness of studded leather straps that reminded herof illustrations she had seen of ancient Roman soldiers, or gladiators. This incredible attire had been carefully designed to fit her without concealing any of her strikingly alluring sexual charms. Her breasts bulged out between the thick leather straps, spreading them apart, and the formfitting tooled leather hip protection covered the sides of her hips from the waist down half way to her knees, but left both her pubic mound andthe crease of her buttocks fully exposed. She was given leather sandals which laced up over shin protectors, a broad belt, and a fancy headpiece that fit her perfectly. The harness maker here at the ranch was a fine craftsman, and had done his job exceedingly well. She not only looked like, but also felt like a Roman gladiator. She lacked only a killing weapon. She was returned to the kitchen, and saw that the nudity of the ten otheryoung women was now draped in rough bleached hemp. The lovely creatureswore green garlands of woven nettles and thistle in their hair, and trickles of their blood wandered down over their pale faces. They looked quite attractive as the wept. Cassandra knew she was seeing them alive for the last time, and was aware of how beautiful they were in their grief and self pity. She wondered if she was going to be told to kill them, as she had the four girls who had crossed the natural bowl out on the prairie, and the beautiful history professor she had whipped to death. The girls were taken into the great hall, following in two lines. When they had passed through the double doorway, it swung closed. Cassandra heard strange heavy scraping sounds, then banging and hammering, accompanied by a chorus of screams. It seemed to go on and on, and Cassandra was anxious to see what was going on.

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