When at last the door opened she was given a wooden box to carry by its leather strap, and a trident spear, with barbed points on each of the three prongs. It was a weapon that would keep something as a souvenir of theflesh it visited. And the victim would feel it going missing. It was the kind of weapon Cassandra liked, because of its vicious design. The box had an open top, and inside it were several huge crude spikes, nearly afoot long, rusty and thick, like railroad spikes that secured the rails to the wooden ties. Also in the box was a large sledge hammer. Excitement grew in her gut as she thought how these might be used. Cassandra entered the dining hall. She was shocked at what she saw. Theranchers sat at the great table, enjoying their feast, and applauded herentrance, and her revealing costume. On each side of the dining hall stood five tall wooden crosses, and the ten young ladies, now stripped naked, were spiked to these, crucified. At the head of the large oak dining table sat Duke, and on the floor at the other end of the table lay another great cross, empty. Cassandra blanched, suddenly fearful that she would be nailed to this monstrous device.She swallowed back her fear, recognizing that there was nothing she could do about it if she were the one to be nailed next, which to her seemedmost likely. Duke beckoned to her, and she moved over to him, as commanded.

"You have proven yourself and your value to us time and time again, younglady," he said, "and with each test you face, you prove yourself to be more and more a degenerate spirit, much like ourselves." Cassandra realized that now she was unlikely to be the victim to ride the remaining cross, but she had no idea who that victim might be. It was unlikely the ancient style execution device would go unused. She saw the big branding irons heating in the blazing fire, and wondered who would receive them this time. "We have another challenge for you, cunt," Duke said. "This one is more interesting, I think, than any you have faced so far." She thought of the many atrocious things she had done since she had arrived here, and someshe had done before. They had made her into a cold blooded murderer since her arrival at this outrageous ranch, and she had passed that test with flying colors. She remembered the pleasure she had taken in shooting those four bitches from the university. She had also whipped to death theprofessor named Gina, who had also been a deserving victim.

The most disgusting thing she had been forced to do was to slay her own sister, who had been out looking for her ever since she had been kidnapped2E Willy had been so persistent she had succeeded, only by falling intothe hands of these powerful ranchers herself. She had really regretted slaughtering her beloved younger sister just to entertain these dominant men, but as it had been her life or that of her sister, she had made whatshe was sure had been the right choice. If it had been Willy who had tomake the life or death decision, she knew Willy would have wanted her tolive, so this way, they both got their way.

The girls hanging from the painful spikes through their wrists and feet were quivering and whimpering in their agony. Cassandra saw the beauty inthe scene of lovely young nudes, dying slowly as a matched set. Duke instructed Cassandra to use her trident to make the girls scream. He was specific when he said he did not require them to live long. He was certain that the talented girl would see to it that they did not. He was also confident that she would not speed them on their way, but would make themsuffer extensively for the entertainment of the ranchers. That was exactly what Cassandra did. She moved from cross to cross, giving the crucified girls a taste of her trident under their breasts and buttocks, and under their chins. She thrust the sharp barbed prongs into the tender meat of the young ladies, and then pulled them out, ripping finebleeding strands of meat out of the puncture holes. Some of the girls were getting drowsy with the incredible pain and shock of crucifixion, andCassandra reawakened them with her remarkable threepointed spear.

The men were pleased to see their most aggressive female slave was back in peak form after the incredible whip fight she had recently endured. They encouraged her with suggestions, but saw that her imagination was quite sufficient to provide creative and entertaining butchery of the young ladies hanging on their crosses.

Cassandra dug her trident into the belly of one of the girls who had fainted, and brought the buxom bitch screaming back to life when she ripped the prongs out of her, and dragged some of the bitch's guts out with it. This was a popular move, second only to the ripping of the breasts. Mostof the girls sported firm round boobs, with a couple of them toting major melons. She thrust the prongs into the large tits with gusto, lifting them up against the owners' shoulders as she pressed the triple spear heads right through the breasts.

Then she twisted the weapon inside the fat tit of the crucified girl before pulling it out, ensuring the maximum damage to the internal meat, as well as improving the return action, so that strands of ripped tit meat was extracted. Cassandra was providing the men with an enjoyable event, but the girls were fading from the extreme damage the trident was doing to them. Before they expired, Cassandra did the rounds one last time. She thrust the end of the spear handle up into the vagina of each of the five girls on one side of the room, thrusting it deep into them, ruining their innersex organs, and stirring their guts to ensure they would die within the hour. Then she visited the girls on the other side of the table, and drove the devastating weapon into their sides and their bellies with such severe carnal damaging with her twisting and thrusting that she actually ripped the bellies of two of them open, spilling their guts. Cassandra returned to Duke's side, awaiting his further instructions. That was when two wranglers brought in the long pole, from which hung the mature naked woman Cassandra had heard of but had not seen. Now she realized why the woman had stirred such a commotion. She indeed had large breasts, and a fabulous head of graying hair. Again Cassandra's attention returned to those breasts. It was not often that mammaries of that size were seen anywhere. Her mother was endowed with huge breasts like those, and there were also a couple of women at her church that had big bosoms. Cassandra admired huge breasts on a woman, and knew it would give her pleasure to see these bountiful mammaries being spiked to the cross. Even strung up as she was by her bound wrists and ankles, Cassandra couldsee that the woman had a handsome if full figure. It was not just the crimping by her slung posture than made her boobs seem so big. She reallydid have enormous breasts. Cassandra realized that this would be the woman who was to be crucified on the remaining cross. Her job would be to nail the woman to her cross. That was why she was supplied with the toolbox.

Cassandra put down her long handled trident, and picked up the box she had been given, slinging its stout strap over her shoulder. She looked down at the large hammer and the set of large rustic iron spikes that made the box so heavy. She felt that growing knot of sexual excitement growingin her gut again, and although she felt a blush with the thought that nailing a naked woman to a cross was giving her sexual arousal, she knew she would be able to do it. It was at that moment that the woman hanging from the pole turned her head, and Cassandra recognized her mother! My God, she thought, they expectme to kill my own mother! The woman had not yet seen her, but was staring in disbelief at the double row of crucified girls, and at the obvious signs of the extreme torture they had endured. Then the woman's eyes raised from staring at the nearnaked body of the girl in the revealing gladiator costume standing before her, and saw the startled face of her lost daughter. "My God, Cassandra!" the woman said, "What's happened to you? What are you doing here, dressed so outrageously like that?"

"I'm a slave here, Mom. These men have made me their slave." Cassandra's voice cracked, and tears welled in her eyes. "I don't have any choice,I have to do whatever they tell me." "Your folks are real nice, girl," Duke said. "Me and a couple of my hands visited them one day, and they were real gracious. Martha here made usfeel at home, fixed us a real fine meal and everything. A couple of days later, when the men had left the ranch, we slipped in and picked her up2E Thought you might like to see her, and play with her one last time."

"Cassandra, have you been here ever since you disappeared?" Martha asked2E "More than a year, Mom, they brought all kinds of us here, and they've made me do ..." She paused, unable to express her experiences. Then she broke out and sobbed uncontrollably. "Oh, Mom...Willy was here."

Her mother's face was suddenly drawn. "Willy... you said 'was'. Did she get away?" "No. They made ... I couldn't help it, Mom, so help me God, these men insisted, I had no choice, they made me do it." "Do what? Tell me!" "This fine little lady made a pigonastick out of her sister," Duke said. "It was quite a sight, sister on sister, but she is a well trained slave, and did as she was told. Stuck a big Indian spear right up the pretty little lady's cunt, and right on up through her, right here at this table, then she sliced off her head just as clean as you please. It was really something, you should have been here to see it." "My God," Martha said, staring directly at Duke, "You've made my daughterinto a savage killer!" "We thought you should know, so we arranged for you to make this visit," Duke told her. "We thought you might find it interesting to see just howfar this daughter of yours will go, now that we've got her trained." The boys carrying the stout pole Martha was tied to now set it down, and unbound her wrists and ankles. They were numb from having her full weight hanging from them for so long. The wranglers pulled Martha over to the reclining cross, and laid her, unlike the other crucified girls, onto her belly along the vertical beam of the ancient form of heinous killing rack2E "Get your box out and get to work, slave!" Duke said to Cassandra. "Hold the bitch still for her, boys." The wranglers held Martha down, and pulled her arm out across the cross beam. Sobbing, Cassandra opened the box, and took out a long rusty iron spike. There were no other options open to her.

Disobedience was no longer a possibility, she had obeyed her orders for too long to contemplate rebellion now. Duke knew this, and had arranged this test expecting her to succeed. If she did not, he would not hesitateto kill her on the spot. Not as punishment. This was punishment. He would kill her because if she disobeyed it would please him to cause the sexy young cunt's death. To reinforce the limits of her choice, Cassandrasaw the wrangler leaning against the kitchen door frame, with his rifle leveled at her. She had never before had a gun trained on her as she hadperformed, although back at the brothel saloon where she had worked she had often seen men use their guns to force other whores and performers tohurt themselves or others.

Now there was a bullet with her name on it, and she knew the keeneyed wrangler would not need Duke's permission to waste her. Her death was perhaps only an instant away, and only complete compliance with the wishes ofthese evil men could keep it at bay. Wiping the tears from her eyes to clear her blurred vision, Cassandra placed the sharp point of the spike over the back of her mother's wrist, and raised the hammer. Martha screamed "NO! CASSANDRA, DON'T DO THIS!" Cassandra raised the big hammer as far back as she could reach, as her father had taught her when driving staples into the fence. She hesitated just a second, then she brought the heavy hammer down with a firm blow.

Her aim was true. The thick iron spike drove in through the soft flesh of her mother's wrist, scraped between the bones, and the point stuck intothe wood. Four more sturdy blows with the hammer secured Martha's impaled wrist firmly to the stout beam. The wranglers stretched Martha's other arm out along the beam, and Cassandra moved into position and took out another long thick spike. This was incredibly difficult for her, but shewas their slave, and could refuse nothing they commanded her to do. Cunts were for these people nothing but slaves, and Cassandra had been born as a cunt, and would always be nothing but a cunt. That was how it was in the wild west. Her mother's arm strained as she positioned the spike over her wrist, andher mother screamed as the big hammer smashed down squarely on its head,driving the rusty iron spike through the arm that had held Cassandra so often and had comforted her as she grew up. Both she and her mother weresobbing hysterically as she drove the heavy spike home into the stout beam. Cassandra knew that her terrible job was not nearly done. Her mother shrieked and wailed as she saw her daughter shift her position, and prepare another spike. Instead of stretching the big woman flat along the upright beam, the wranglers forced her to kneel, her ass propped in the air, with her knees on either side of the vertical post. Cassandra spiked the woman just above the knees to the sides of the post, so that she would hold this position when the cross was raised to stand in its place at the foot of the table.This left her mother's lower legs free to kick, if she had the energy to do so after the raising of the cross. Now Martha's huge breasts were pulled outward and stretched over either side of the post. "Spike 'em, girl!" Duke commanded. Cassandra did as she was told, shaking as she pressed the spikes into the sides of her mother's big mammaries, and with her hands shaking, obediently impaled the big boobs on which she had suckled as an infant, spiking them securely to the heavy wooden cross. Martha was a big woman, but these big spikes would easily hold her weight on the cross. Cassandra knew there would be more expected of her before she finished with her mother.

There was. Much more. She watched sullenly as the big cross was hoistedup, with the form of the woman spiked to it facing the beam in a squatting position. Cassandra could not help but notice how creatively her mother was positioned on the cross. Her puckered anus and her pouting vulva were fully exposed for the enjoyment of the men. Duke gave Cassandra thecunt handled womanwhip, and asked to see a full display of fresh bitch blood. Cassandra took the whip, pressing the spread and dried cunt leather against her palm, and felt the softness of the pubic hair rubbing against her forefinger and thumb. This was woman on woman, with the leather of woman in between as the tool of destruction.

Cassandra always felt a stirring of tension and excitement when she got to use a whip. She felt it coming now, rinsing away the shame as she addressed the exposed broad ass of her crucified mother. She was committed to these men, completely in their power, and could take no responsibility for her actions, no matter how debasing they were. She swung the womanwhip back, feeling its balance as the tip flew over her shoulder and sailed out its full length. This was a powerful weapon, and she knew how to use it. With measured timing, Cassandra cocked her wrist and skillfully snapped the whip forward, driving the special weapon with enormous acceleration atthe broad human flesh target. With a rapid jerk back, she triggered thesnap of the whip that exploded with violence against her mother's displayed rectum. This was the perfect bull'seye. Martha jerked so hard against her restraining spikes that she felt as if she had nearly ripped her big breasts off the sides of the beam. A flood of pain swelled inside her from that terrible blow to her anus. The round trip was two seconds, which seemed a lifetime and at the same time a split second. In that brief time the womanwhip returned for an identical repeat performance. Thatwas enough.

The painracked anus opened, and without control, spilled its contents. At first great thick stools emerged, plopping into a heap on the floor below her. Then thinner ropes of her crap sloughed out, and curled over the heap of large steaming lady turds. The screaming woman emptied her bowels for the men watching her misery from the comfort of their leather chairs at the dining table. When the evacuation was complete, Cassandra laid a series of biting welts across the curve of each hip, landing the blows with such power that the rising welts began to split, and blood soon streaked Martha's marvelous ass. Cassandra was starting to get over the shock of her target's identity, and although she was not enthusiastic abouther task, she was doing it admirably, without too much coaching. She moved up the beautiful back with the whip, crisscrossing the female meat over the small of the back and across the shoulder blades, adding bloodstreaked stripes to the strong form of the woman. The whip did not miss her large spiked breasts, nor her arms and legs.

Martha was filling the room with her shrill powerful voice, adding to the exciting crack and smack of the flailing womanwhip as her brutal thrashing proceeded. It was time to move on to the next phase of the torture program, and Duketook the womanwhip from Cassandra. "Give the bitch a devil's tail!" he said, pointing to the trident spear. Cassandra picked it up tentatively, realizing that to do as he commanded would not only cause damage, but would take her further down the dreaded road toward killing her own mother. Duke saw her hesitation. "Now!" he commanded her. The game girl moved forward, and reversed the long shaft of the spear in her hands. She moved the end of the handle against her mother's anus, and pressed it so thatit creased the opening, which provided firm resistance. The woman's sphincter ring had been bruised and tenderized by the whip, but not ruptured2E The pressure her mother's resistance provided also helped Cassandra to center the handle, and then with a powerful thrust she overcame the closure of the sphincter and gained deep entry. Martha gasped at the intrusive invasion of her fundament, and screamed "NO! CASSANDRA, NO!" Cassandra now took her orders from Duke, not her mother, and she heaved again on the stout spear handle, driving it deeper to the bend in the colon. "Deeper!" Duke said. "NO!!" screamed her mother. Cassandra grasped the shaft securely, then she heaved again, with such force that the handle dug into and through the big woman's guts. Now the spear handle was planted deep inside Martha's torso, and the trident head looked very much like a devil's tail.

Cassandra twisted the shaft to straighten the spear head, and the men appreciated her sharp eye for detail at a time such as this. With the incredible pain raging inside her, Martha was able to find new mobility with her gorgeous spiked legs, and could actually straighten themin front of her as well as fold them into a tight tuck. She used the full range, as she screamed and kicked in her misery, being tortured in front of these terrible men by her own enslaved daughter. She was a proud woman, but there was no respect for bitch pride at the DH Ranch. Now Duke indicated the hammer, and told Cassandra to put it into her mother's cunt. Cassandra took the tool with the heavy iron head, and thrust the handle against the opening from which she had emerged nineteen years earlier. With brutal twisting and pushing, she was able to gain entry, and drove the thick handle in the full depth of her mother's fuck shaft. Cassandra was not sure if the woman's unusual grip on the handle would beenough to hold its considerable weight. "You've got it backwards, cunt!" Duke said, "Put the steel head of the sledge into her hole!" What he was asking seemed like an impossible challenge. Cassandra pulled the handle out of the cunt that had dropped her, and was surprised at the grip her mother had on it. The woman had taken good care of herself, and had a nice tight cunt. No wonder her father had been content to ride her, and had never raped his daughters. Now that control over her maturing body would work against the woman. Cassandra saw that the large heavy head of the sledge could not possibly bepushed into her mother's beautiful tight cockholster. With orders to make it work, Cassandra tried to push the big steel head into the womb, but managed only to mash the cuntlips painfully. "Swing it, slave," Duke said, "that's the only way it will work." She realized he was right. But to swing the heavy hammer at that beautiful cunt could only destroy it. She looked over her shoulder at the table of waiting men, and at the man with the rifle leveled at her, and she saw thatagain she had no choice.

She held the big hammer back, and hesitated asshe studied the problem. At the instant she heard the bang, she felt the bullet burn across the side of her breast, as if the fat mammary had been pushed. That was a warning. She swung the heavy hammer with all her might, and smashed it against the cunt that had born her. It bounced offthe resistant female organ, which was simply too small to accommodate it2E Cassandra turned to Duke, with a look of helplessness, and another bulletslammed into her, this one going right through her big tit. She screamed, and looked in shock at her wounded mammary. These guys were getting rougher with her than they had ever been before. As tough and brazen as she was, she was not doing enough to please them, and her life was at risk, more than it had ever been before. She spun around and swung the sledge hammer again, and when it bounced she delivered another vicious blow, causing renewed screaming from her mother. With the seventh blow, the head stuck in the softened and weakened female sex organ, and now Cassandra used the handle as an effective lever,to force the entire iron head of the large hammer into the ruined meat of her mother's cunt. She used both hands, and as she struggled, a bulletslammed through her other breast. She nearly panicked as she thought she was not doing well enough to please them. With a sudden powerful lunge on the stout handle, Cassandra forced the other end of the iron mallet head to plunge into her mother's impossibly stretched womb, and now the eighteen inch handle stuck straight out of the big woman's invaded cunt like a thick wooden cock.

Now there were two appendages to the groin area of the bizarrely crucified woman, stuffing her twin fuck holes. Cassandra's beautiful mother was a startling sight, apparently squatting in the air with blood dripping from the ends of the two large implements jutting from her crotch as she dangled, spiked securely by her wrists, breasts, and legs to the big cross.The men who were spectators had forced her own daughter to do this to her, and were now reveling in the sight and sounds of her terrible misery

Now Duke picked up the large DH branding iron out of the fire and handed it to her. Cassandra was surprised that the terrible weapon glowed nearly white hot. "Do both of her hips, bitch, and make the brands deep!" hesaid. Cassandra moved over to the cross, and raised the big glowing iron to her mother's exposed flank. She moved deliberately, knowing that the slightest sign of hesitation on her part would bring another of those violent steel cased bullets slamming into her. She knew she was no more than a piece of raw meat to them, but she wanted to preserve her meat for another day. Survival was everything, even with her mother the target ofher merciless actions. Martha turned her head in time to see the big glowing iron approaching her rump, and she screamed as she tried desperately to twist out of its reach. She had less than a foot of movement, and when she reached the end of her range she stretched her big impaled breasts severely. Her movementalso tightened the target muscles of her rump. When Cassandra pressed the searing iron into her meat, she jerked so severely that she ripped oneof her big mammaries, but not enough to affect the hold the thick breastspike had on her. The glowing iron easily sizzled its way deep into the meat of her hip, pressed firmly by Cassandra. The girl knew that anything less than a bonedeep brand would not be sufficient to satisfy the ranchers. Black sputtering smoke rose from the brand as the iron cooked its way into the restrained bitch hip, filling the room with the aroma of roasted bitchmeat. When Cassandra felt brand meet the resistance of her mother's hip bone, shewithdrew the iron carefully, so she would not mar the perfect letters ofthe Devil's Haven brand. She was startled when she retracted it to see that the meat of her mother's hip had not significantly cooled the hot iron. She moved to the opposite side of the cross, and again applied pressure to the iron, pressing it into the sizzling meat for a second time.

Again Martha jerked in her spikes, now ripping the other breast on the thick rusty spike. Again she was in no danger of falling off the cross. When she had finished the sadistic bitchbranding, Cassandra withdrew the iron once again. As she set it back in the fire, doing as she was told, she felt a hard smack, as if she were suddenly kicked in the ass, as a bullet slammed through her lower buttocks.

She stood stark upright, screaming at the pain, humiliation, and unfairness of the unwarranted shot. She had done nothing wrong. A second slug stung her other buttock, and she realized that this game was now out of control. These men were no longer punishing her, they were just playing with her. She knew her time had come. She had seen enough of their killing games to know when one was in full swing. It was time for Cassandra todie. They were killing her slowly, just for sport. She felt sudden fear that her attraction to the men was fading fast. She was a sex toy to them, and toys were disposable. She was no longer an erotic figure to them, and her actions were no longer outrageous enough for them to find her entertaining. Her ability to shock them and make them see her as a tool to maketheir heinous sports more enjoyable was her only hold on life. The rifle barked again, and once more her breast was slammed up hard against her shoulder. She knew for certain now that she would not see another sunrise. For Cassandra, it was dying time In desperation, she grabbed a long thin iron out of the fire, and screaming like a banshee, leaped up onto her mother's back. She grabbed the woman's head by the chin and pulled it back as far as she could. When her mother opened her mouth to scream, Cassandra thrust the glowing iron into the hysterical woman's mouth and right down her throat. Smoke sputtered out of the gaping mouth, and the bitch's tongue seared onto the iron, welding itself to the hot metal. This would show them the stuff she was made of.

Cassandra leaped down, and grabbed the handle of the mallet. Jerking on it with all her strength, she managed to yank the large tool out of her mother's womb. Blood spurted after it, demonstrating the damage the act did to the woman's mashed sex organ. She would show these men how obedient she was. They wanted her to abuse and kill her mother, and she would do it. She would not stop the terrible onslaught until she was forced to.They wanted brutal action; she would give it to them, in spades. Using all of her might, the desperate girl began swinging at the naked woman, smashing the bones in her legs, her hips, and her arms. She determined she would smash every bone in the crucified woman's body. When the limbs were virtually demolished, she went at her mother's ribs. Cassandrawas sweating profusely and breathing hard as she swung the destructive sledge hammer with all of her might. The heavy head broke through her sides, ripping and smashing apart the body of the woman who had loved her like no other.

Her mother was long dead from her ordeal when Cassandra finally slumped, totally exhausted from the extreme effort over the past fifteen minutes. She sat on the floor in shock, sobbing uncontrollably. She had totally spent herself in the destructive assault on the dying woman, and she had destroyed every bone in the woman's body. She knew they could expect no more from her.

Duke got to his feet, smiling and nodding in approval at his prize captive's degenerate behavior. He moved to the hearth and picked the big DH brand out of the fire. It was again white hot. He put his cowboy boot against Cassandra's bloodstreaked chest, between her bullet riddled breasts, and pushed the weep girl over onto her back. She spread her raised knees instinctively, offering him her beautiful organ as a target for the heinous brand, but he was no longer interested in her alluring vagina.

Duke removed her costume, except for the helmet. He placed the large brand with its sixinch high letters over her belly, then he let the handle slip through his grip, until the brand rested on her tight tummy. The skin, fat, and muscle sputtered and sizzled as the iron sank by its own weight, cooking its way slowly into her tender meat.

Cassandra screamed, and thrusting her hips, raised her belly into the brand as if her mind had snapped. She was now reaping her reward for more than a year of cooperation as an obedient and brazen sex slave. She had done so much to add to the entertainment of her owners, and had stopped atnothing to please them. As a result, they were allowing her to die under their brand.

Within moments the iron had cooked its way through her stomach wall, and was sizzling its way deep into her intestines. The remarkable bitch writhed in her stark agony, displaying her sex organs for the amusement of the men at the table. She lost control, and after sending a spray of amberurine jetting from her elevated crotch, she released the contents of hercolon, messing the floor as she smeared the wooden surface and her buttocks with her own excrement. The remarkable young bitch had completely lost control. He was cooking the beautiful bitch alive. When Duke at last removed the smoking iron, it brought with it her intestines, cooked onto the hot metal. She was still conscious and writhing when he picked up the sledge hammer and broke her feet and legs, smashing the bones flat with powerful blows. He then repeated the destructive operation on her hands and arms, rendering her a total cripple.

One of the young wranglers produced a large axe, and handed it to Duke. The big rancher raised the heavy tool high over his head, then brought itdown with such force that he chopped her beautiful right leg off cleanlyjust below the hip. Quickly her repeated the terrible amputation on theother leg and then both of her lovely arms. The lively young lady was now just a bizarrely branded torso and head, but with full capability to scream, demonstrated with gusto. Duke grasped the naked female torso of Cassandra in both hands, and lifted her for everyone to see. The limbless bitch twisted and squirmed frantically as she screamed out her stark horror for the audience. She was anamazing bitch. It was her kind that made this effort so well worth while. The best slave bitch the men had ever had at the ranch was now givingthem a last performance they would long remember. After all of the entertainment she had given them, she was now screaming her lungs out as she was about to bow out. The men cheered as Duke took the amputated torso of the marvelous Cassandra over to her dead mother, and with an amazing display of strength, thrust her entire helmeted head up into the woman's ruined cunt, which she had loosened herself with that big hammer. He let her go, and the shapely limbless body hung from the crucified woman's crotch, the head tightly gripped in the packed sex cavity which was its place of origin. Cassandra made a marvelous sculpture, hanging by her head buried in her mother's womb. Her ribs heaved, showing she was trying desperately to breathe, but in the warm moist cavern of her dead mother's womb, she was suffocating to death. She was unable to hear the cheers she received for her valiant struggle for life. The men watching her death had no interest in her succeeding in her hopeless struggle. It was her losing battle forlife that they found to be so appealing. Killing cunts was the favoritesport at Devil's Haven, and this was the cunt the men had looked forwardto killing for a long time. Now that her time had come, the death of the luscious young bitch had proved to be well worth waiting for. She was prime meat, and even without her arms and legs, she was an enticing figure. Every cock in the room was rigid. Duke raised the axe once more, and with a final mighty swing, severed Cassandra's neck so that her body fell, leaving her head buried in the hole from which it had originated nineteen years earlier. The men cheered theartful demise of the marvelous entertainer and sex slave Cassandra. They knew that such a find was rare, but they had made extensive use of her while she lived, and had thoroughly enjoyed both her life and her entertaining death.

Cassandra had been one in a hundred. Another girl of her caliber was past due, and according to Duke, another such female had been found, and wasin the shipment due to be captured and brought to the Devil's Haven retreat ranch next week. With civilization creeping closer every year, the men valued the privacy they had established at the Devil's Haven Ranch, and they would work to ensure they could carry on with their bloody sports for years to come. Life and death would go on at the retreat ranch, and here it would go on controlled by the powerful men who owned the ranch, and who played God for their growing herd of beautiful young female sex slaves.

The men had many years of perverse sexual enjoyment planned, and always their appetites for outrageous debaucheries increased, and their tastes expanded. Their quest was to extend the limits of cruelty and exciting death for their lovely female subjects. They were continually reaching for new and more daring thrills in their quest for satisfying their lust, andtheir lust kept always one step ahead.

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An epic of wild assed, unbridled debauchery in the old west.

0CA crimson fountain of blood spurted from the neck of the large buffaloas it sank to its knees for the last time. The huge beast was totally exhausted from the long chase, and was now mortally wounded. The strikingly beautiful young woman dismounted from her large stallion and ran toward the beast, excited with her conquest of the huge range animal. Her powerful horse was breathing hard and sweating profusely from the long sustained pursuit. The girl climbed up onto the beast she had brought down. It had been an arduous chase and, like her large mount, the young lady was panting for breath as she claimed her position atop the fallen beast, to grasp in victory the shaft of her spear emerging from the male buffalo's neck..

Cassandra was buck naked, except for her white cowboy boots, her white hat and the long white streamers that were tied securely around the base ofher remarkable breasts, forcing the squeezed mammaries to bulge profanely. The other riders, all male, and all of them wealthy ranch owners, pulled their horses into a circle around her and applauded her obscene performance as she postured on the beast's broad back. The downed animal was near death, and was beyond shaking the arrogant young woman off. Duke sat back in his saddle, the broad brim of his hat shading his steelyeyes, and smiled as he watched the magnificent bitch posturing her overtwanton sexuality for the enjoyment of these twenty leading cattlemen whomade up the Devil's Haven retreat ranch. The full breasted young woman was one of their best sex slaves, and she was dominant in the violent sports that made others of their captive young women cower..

She and three other young ladies, wearing only hats, boots, and their identifying colors bound to their breasts, had begun the chase of the big male buffalo mounted on horseback, armed with the Indian spears. The men had singled the impressive beast out of the heard that had passed last week, and had held it for this competition. The race had been fast and furious, with the women promised that any of them that refused to kill the beast would be hanged to death at the head of their dinner table that evening. The threat made active participants of the women, all accomplished riders. One of the beautiful nudes had just moments before been thrown from her mount and was trampled to death by the galloping horses. At that point the other two bitches had given up and had been rounded up by a pair of Duke's wranglers. There would be a naked cunt hanged at either end of the table tonight. Cassandra had been raised on a small but productive ranch, and for her, this was an exciting sport. She had shown her skill as she had moved right up beside the animal, with the twenty eager horsemen close behind, and at a full gallop had driven her spear into the neck of the huge beast. The sharp head of her spear had severed a major artery, and within a hundred yards she had got in a second and fatal thrust of the spear, sinking it deep into the huge animal's massive neck. It was a kill in the Indian fashion, one that would have made any brave warrior proud. Cassandra wasa capable rider and had the spirit of the west running through her veins. She was ned the ranch, and who played God for their growing herd of beautiful young female sex slaves.

The men had many years of perverse sexual enjoyment planned, and always their appetites for outrageous debaucheries increased, and their tastes expanded. Their quest was to extend the limits of cruelty and exciting death for their lovely female subjects. They were continually reaching for new and more daring thrills in their quest for satisfying their lust, andtheir lust kept always one step ahead.

The End