Hi everybody. I posted this story once on Smashwords before they passed their strict "no necro" rule. There is also a sequel that I might try posting later. Enjoy!


Slut-er House

I

She heard his heavy footsteps drawing closer and her pussy grew moist in anticipation.

Let him do it to me now, Amy thought. There was nothing she craved more than to feel her captor's cock thrust deep inside of her, to feel her womb overflow and possibly even burst with his seed, before he finally sent her to Hell once and for all. What was Hell like? She hoped that it would be like what she had spent the past few hours enduring, an endless orgy of torture and violation. They said that Hell lasted for eternity. If it was anything like her current fantasy, she definitely prayed that it would. Would she see the others in Hell? After all, they had all gone first and were probably waiting for her to arrive. Amy decided that she probably wouldn't, for Hell was supposed to be a punishment, not a holiday. Still, she couldn't help thinking about what it would be like to have a threesome with Satan and someone like Cici or Steffy. Maybe the Devil would allow an exception to the rules, simply for his own pleasure at least. Amy looked forward to it eagerly. She rubbed her pussy in ecstasy while anxiously awaiting the moment that her throat would be slashed, her carcass gutted and her eternally damned soul fucked and abused by the Prince of Darkness.

Finally, the electronic gate of her cage rose, opening the way down her last mile. Amy crawled through the narrow corridor like a hog in heat. Mobility was still difficult after what she had been through and, every so often, her captor would hasten her journey by shocking her ass with a cattle prod. The sharp tingle of electricity excited her sexually. She hoped that her tormentor would give her one last fuck for the road. She reached the end of the corridor to find a large, white room with bloodstained hooks hanging from the ceiling.

This was it.

She had reached the killing floor.

Amy's captor unbuckled his pants and she licked her lips in excitement.

This was the end of the line.

II

The line had begun in the insane asylum.

Dr Amy Pearson was stunned beyond words at what had become of her colleague. Liz had once been a cool, serious professional, the sort of no-nonsense “tough chick” who embodied modern femininity. As a result, it was a total shock to see her in her current state.

The woman who had once identified herself as Prof Liz Anderson was consumed by such a feverish lust that she no longer knew her own name. Every waking second of her life was spent playing with her clit. So fanatical had she grown in her obsession with self-pleasure that a straightjacket had had to be prescribed in order to keep her from hurting her genitals with the constant friction.

How the mighty have fallen, Amy thought at the sight of her newest patient. Liz wandered aimlessly around her padded room, wearing nothing below her waist. She was a natural brunette, as the tiny mohawk of hair above her pussy lips identified clearly. Her juices dripped from those lips constantly, staining the cushioned floor with her desires and filling the entire room with the sweet smell of clovers.

“Please fuck me.” Liz pleaded. “Fuck me like he does. I need it.”

“Like who?” Amy asked. “Who is 'he'?”

Liz didn't answer her question. Instead, the nymphomaniac tried positioning herself so that she could rub her own pussy with her bound elbows. She frowned when it didn't turn out as well as she had hoped. Instead, she did the splits and began gyrating her hips, rubbing her vagina against the padded floor.

“Please.” She continued. “I can't stand it.”

“Liz.” Amy said. “You know you're not well...”

“Fuck me!” Liz screamed. “Chain me up! Cut me open! Pull my guts out! Do it just like he does. I need it so badly.”

Amy's stomach became a knot. This once strong and controlled woman had disappeared for the weekend and, when she had returned, it was in an ambulance. What could have turned turned her into a sex-fiend with death fantasies? The only clue was the nymphomaniac's deranged words.

The cryptic “he”.

“Who is 'he'?” Amy repeated. “What did he do to you?”

Liz's eyes lit up.

“He is fantastic.” She said. The tone in her voice made it sound like she was talking about her Lord and Saviour. “One taste of his cum and you'll wonder how you ever lived without him. His hands are so strong, so forceful.”

She licked her lips at the thought.

“The way he holds you down... and his big, fat cock... it's incredible. It's like being broken in. And then, when he cuts you, it doesn't hurt at all. It feels wonderful.”

Liz began laughing hysterically.

“He takes you to Hell and makes it feel like Heaven. Do you want to know where Hell is?”

Liz leaned in close and whispered softly. She had not told anyone about where she had vanished to yet. However, she wanted Amy to know its location and learn its forbidden pleasures.

“At the slaughterhouse.”

III

The ancient slaughterhouse had remained empty for almost two hundred and fifty years. It was practically a museum of rusted equipment and forgotten butchering methods. Strange legends had surrounded it for as long as anybody could remember. For example, it had been officially condemned in the 1940s and even scheduled for demolition, for the Devil only knew how it had remained standing all these years. However, on the day of its proposed destruction, the entire crew was found crushed to death beneath their own machinery. Although the authorities wrote it off as an accident, one inspector at the time had commented that the probability was slim. It was almost as if some superhuman force had lifted the machines from the ground and then dropped them on top of the dead men.

Then, there was the family who had been murdered on the property in 1859.

And the cult who had committed suicide there in 1900.

And the hitchhikers who vanished in 1964.

And the partying teens who had been butchered, one by one, in both 1987 and again in 1988. The killer had never been properly identified or apprehended in either case.

Amy had lost her virginity in the slaughterhouse. She remembered the night vividly. The strange cocktail of nervousness and excitement as she and her boyfriend had driven out there. The sharp pain as she was penetrated for the first time. But, as she moved her body, the pain had turned to pleasure. She'd moaned in ecstasy as his thick penis slid back and forth inside of her dripping pussy. Then, the squirt of his seed, the thrill of the climax, and his strong hands squeezing her breasts as he filled her up with cum. Just being inside of the slaughterhouse had sufficiently aroused her, firing up desires that she never knew she'd had, and she remembered wondering if there wasn't some strange spell cast over the property, one that could ignite the flames of lust in even the most frigid of prudes.

As she gazed upon the dilapidated building now, that same spell washed over her. Her clit tingled at the sensation as she recalled that first time in the dark, surrounded by rusty meat hooks and worm eaten timber. She felt the uncontrollable urge to touch herself.

Dear God, Amy thought. What's wrong with me.

The spell drew her towards the rotted building, pulling her with a supernatural allure. She was powerless to resist the seductive enchantment of the unknown. She walked towards the slaughterhouse and nearly tripped over an old wooden sign. Amy stopped for a moment to read it.

M. Meat, Slaughterer.

What kind of a name is 'Meat'? She thought. She remembered how antique this sign must be and recalled how, in the olden days, a man's name was the same as his profession. The owner's name was Meat because that had been his business.

And just what kind of man was Mr Meat? she wondered. She pictured a large, powerful specimen, with muscles like boulders, rough, strong hands and a cock that could plunge its way into her violently as if it were a steel blade.

What am I thinking? Amy wondered. It must be this place. It was affecting her in way she had not felt since that night she'd popped her cherry. She told herself that she was just feeling nostalgic at the memory of her first time. But as she stepped through the open door of the slaughterhouse, her whole body grew hot and her panties moistened in delight.

Amy attempted to control herself as she took a quick tour of the crumbling building. Despite the fact that the structure was centuries old, she was astounded to find that a number of modern conveniences had been added. Electric lights now hung overhead, as well as numerous high tech slaughtering devices, from meat grinders to a machine for slicing cold cuts.

What's going on here? She thought. Perhaps a look at the animal pens would yield some answers. Instead of crumbling paddocks, Amy found an odd collection of new, steel cages. They were so shiny that they had to have come fresh off of the assembly line. A long, barbed wire fence surrounded what she took for a pig pen. She touched it and received a slight shock. It was electrified. The sensation aroused her further and she began sucking on her scorched fingertips as if they were an erect penis.

Not a single creature lay within the pens, but the muddy floor bore the tracks of both pigs and human beings. She imagined what it must be like to be kept in a cage like that. To live at a butcher's mercy and be forced to do everything he told her. If she ever disobeyed, there would be the sharp sting of a cattle prod to put her in her place. Then, one day, her number would come up and it would be off to the killing floor...

Amy couldn't stand it any longer. She tore off her blouse and began playing with her heavy breasts. The thought of being kept as a pet,... no, as less than a pet,... of being kept as meat was exciting her to no end. She undid her bra and tossed it on the bloodstained floor. She lifted her right breast to her face and sucked on her erect nipple. She wished that she was pregnant so that she could milk it. It was not a boob, it was an udder. She might as well have been a cow, waiting to be koshered. Cows were milked before being ground into hamburger. She licked her tongue around her tit, savouring the taste of her own flesh. But it was not enough. She wanted more.

She needed more.

Amy looked around to make sure that nobody was watching, then pulled her panties down from under her dark skirt. Her pussy was cleanly shaved, but the hair which grew down there was normally as raven black as the curly midnight locks which hung profusely from her pretty head. She rubbed her bald cunt excitedly, anxious for someone to pound it without mercy. Her juices flowed freely down her thighs as she opened her petals. She tickled her G-spot with her fingertips, inching herself closer and closer to climax.

Then, Amy saw them. Two beady eyes watched her from the darkness. Pigs eyes. They studied her lustfully. Hungrily.

“Do you like what you see?” She teased them. She decided to give her voyeur as much of a show as she could. She pulled her skirt all the way up and spread her pussy lips wide for him to see. She massaged them, getting as much of her juices as she could on her hands, then proceeded to rub the clear, clover-scented fluid all over her mammoth tits.

The eyes floated towards her, as if they belonged to a phantom. They hovered in the air in front of her boobs and she felt a large, invisible tongue taste her bosom. It was like having her tits polished by a big, wet rag. She felt a snout-like mouth suckling on her udders. It bit them sharply and it hurt, but she liked the way it hurt.

Slowly, her ghostly lover became visible. She could not see him clearly in the dim light, but he was just like she had envisioned. A huge, muscular figure loomed over her, sucking at her hardened nipples. His head was bent out of sight within her cleavage, but his body was exquisite and strong.

And he snorted like a pig.

His powerful hands grabbed her wrists suddenly and flung her violently to the ground. She hit her head on the hard floor with a loud thud and a tiny stream of blood trickled down her pretty face.

“Yes.” Amy told her lover. “Give it to me rough.”

She looked over her shoulder to see the massive shape rip off her skirt. His enormous dick was standing tall and stiff. Perhaps a bit too tall and too thick. She wasn't sure if it would fit inside her tight pussy. But her companion was not deterred. When he found that his penis did not fit, he made it!

Amy's loins were on fire as the giant dick was thrust deep within her. She felt something inside her break, possibly something vital, like her bladder. But she forgot about it the moment that he started hammering her. The pain was magnificent. It was like getting her cherry popped all over again and turned up to eleven. She felt herself break at the constant pounding. She sucked on her fingers again. They still tasted like her pussy juice.

This was Heaven.

At last, the hulking shadow unloaded a gallon of cum into her womb. There was so much that it seeped out of her vagina and onto the floor.

Amy wanted to stand up, but her legs could no longer move. Dear God, what had been broken? She tried crawling using only her arms. Her now useless legs dragged behind her like forty pound weights.

The giant beast grabbed Amy by her hair and dragged her into one of the cages. A fresh wave of arousal overcame her at the feeling of being abused. Once her captor had safely locked her into the steel prison, he turned a switch on the wall which electrified the bars. Amy touched them just for the hell of it and the shock of electricity was just like fingering herself.

The shadow gave a few more hoggish grunts and began rummaging through her purse. When he found her cellphone, he pushed the speed dial and brought the device close to the bars.

“Hello?” Said a voice on the other end. Amy recognized it as her sister, Nikki. Her delirious mind filled with all manner of dirty thoughts that involved her younger, more rebellious sibling.

The mad woman giggled hysterically.

“Amy?” Nikki said. “Is that you?”

Amy controlled herself as much as she possibly could.

“Hi, Nikki.” She said. “You're never going to guess where I am...”

IV

Nikki had no idea what her big sis' was up to, but she didn't like it.

It was spring break and she had come to visit her older, more responsible sibling for a few days. Of course, Cici and Steffy were with her too. None of the trio ever got into trouble without the others along for the ride. When Cici had wrapped her dad's convertible around a traffic light while coked out of her mind, you can bet that her two bosom buddies were there too. It had been a stupid place to put an intersection anyways. Then, there was that time in Cancun when they'd gotten drunk and had a girl-on-girl threesome in their hotel's lobby. Steffy would never let Nikki live that one down. The three troublemakers had already gothed themselves up and were ready to go clubbing when Amy had called.

So now, instead of tequila sunrises and one night stands, they were driving down a dirt road towards the old slaughterhouse. For what? None of them knew. All Nikki knew was that her sister wanted the three of them there ASAP.

Cici's death metal collection blasted out of the speakers. She was the only member of the troupe who wore her natural hair colour. She was actually quite proud of her blond locks, feeling that they added a contrast to all the black that the three of them wore, and often added hot pink lipstick just for shits and giggles. Steffy, on the other hand, had stained her hair a deep black and bobbed it to just below shoulder length. Nikki found it strangely ironic that her naturally ginger-headed friend was happier with dark hair while her own raven black curls were now a bright fire engine red and put up in pigtails.

The car pulled up in front of the slaughterhouse just as Mortician began a new verse on the radio. The sun had completely disappeared and Nikki felt strangely aroused at the sight of the building. There was no denying it. A curious tingle happened down below.

What the fuck am I thinking? she asked herself. All manner of dirty ideas entered her brain as if she were in a fever. She wanted to get screwed so badly. She wanted it rough too, violent even. She had never tried BDSM before, but now found herself curious. She thought it would be the sexiest thing in the world if it turned out that there was some kind of maniac waiting for her inside, one who would tie her to a bed and violate her until her juices turned scarlet. She imagined herself forced at knifepoint to debase her body in the most obscene ways possible, from eating someone else's shit to having pieces of her flesh cut off, and before she knew it, her panties were soaked right through.

One quick glance at her friends told her that they felt the same way. They were cattle waiting to be slaughtered.

The trio got out of the car and approached the crumbling structure. A huge sign reading “Slaughterhouse” hung next to the door, which lay open, beckoning the ladies inside. Nikki crossed the threshold first with her friends close behind.

“Amy.” She called out. “Are you there, sis?”

Nikki glanced back at her companions and saw them more preoccupied with making out. There was something about this place, something that robbed them of their collective will to life. Individuality was drained away the moment that they stepped inside the slaughterhouse. Whoever they had been outside, whatever hopes and dreams they'd had for the future, were gone. In place of their unique minds, there was now only insatiable lust that demanded satisfaction. Not even Nikki proved to be immune to its effects. Her pussy ached as she watched Cici's hand go up Steffy's miniscule top and grasp at her even more miniscule boobs. Steffy moaned in pleasure at being groped and her tongue curled around her friend's passionately.

Nikki's hand went under her own skirt and she rubbed herself without even thinking about it. She didn't know why, but the sight of her two friends going into another all-girl fuck session turned her on like nothing else ever had before. It was just like that night in Cancun. They had started screwing right there in the lobby and Nikki felt herself pulled into it by desires that she could not suppress. She grabbed the front of her panties and tugged at them. They rubbed against her clit while her dark pubic hair spilled out the sides.

Suddenly, Nikki heard a low snort.

Like a pig.

With her heart still fluttering, she spun in the direction of the sound.

“Amy?” She called. “Is that you?”

Whatever had made the noise snorted once again. The sound came from deep within the darkness, in the heart of the slaughterhouse.

“Hey guys.” She said. “Did you hear that?”

Neither Cici nor Steffy made any sign that they had heard her. They just kept kissing and groping each other passionately. The sight almost made Nikki forget about the weird sound. But then, she heard the pig-like snorting again. She didn't know why, but it made her even hornier. Yes, for reasons that she could not fathom, she was actually attracted to the sound.

Nikki left her friends behind and followed the bestial noise. The further she went, the hotter her body became. Her cunt tingled in excitement.

Maybe there really is a psycho in here after all, she thought. If there was, maybe he had captured Amy already. Maybe he would get his perverted hands on her own vulnerable body too. Maybe he would even force her to perform twisted sex acts with her captive sister.

Nikki licked her black lips wildly and raced down the hall. She was a bit disappointed to reach the animal pens without getting molested. But once she was there, that disappointment was replaced by exhilaration at what she saw.

Amy was lying naked in a cage, wanking off like a bitch in heat. Nikki's painted mouth curled into a lustful grin.

There really is a psycho, she thought gleefully.

Her heart raced as she sensed a presence standing directly behind her. Its deep, hot breath made the hair on the back of neck stand up.

And I'm next!

Strong hands grabbed Nikki and held her with superhuman strength. She looked up at her attacker and felt an ecstatic tingle between her legs. She couldn't see him clearly in the dark, but he was huge and muscular, exactly the kind of beefcake that she craved right now. She felt his cock press against her back and she rubbed her body against it seductively. The hands went to her chest and squeezed tightly. Nikki never wore a bra and her tits were warm clay in his paws. He held them so forcefully that it felt like they might be crushed into what Lady Macbeth once called “milky gore”.

“Oh yeah.” She said. “You like my tits, don't you. Why don't you get a better look at them?”

The hulking shadow made an animal grunt and tore her top away, exposing her fine breasts to the moonlight.

“Your tits are so nice, sis'.” Amy said feverishly. “I wish I could suck them.”

“Sorry.” Nikki answered. “They're for someone else tonight.”

She reached up and caressed her attacker's unseen face. Her fingers detected a monstrous, pig-like snout. But the feeling did not disgust her. It only excited her more.

Taken by a monster, she thought. This is Heaven.

The creature threw her to the ground and tore her skirt and panties away. He knelt down over top of her, his dick long and thick. Nikki was not as tight as her sister, but even she felt something pop as that monster cock was forced into her loins. He rammed her violently and she moaned in both pain and pleasure.

“Break me.” She cried. “Break me, you bastard!”

The beast saw those words as a challenge. He forced her legs wider and pounded even deeper inside of her. Nikki felt like she might be ruptured in half. She squeezed her tits in a lustful fever. She wanted him to break her, to crack her down the middle.

Pain and pleasure were now one and the same.

Death was inconsequential.

Only the feeling mattered.

Exquisite agony filled her lower regions as her her hips were snapped apart. Her pussy and ass were split in halves and a grisly red spray covered her belly.

“Yes!” She screamed. “Oh yes!”

The monster came inside of the gory cavity he had made in her once beautiful body. Her guts began sliding out of it, covered by a thick layer of white semen. She ran her fingers through them, aroused by her own mutilation.

Nikki was still in the throws of orgasm as her attacker lifted her above his head and tossed her into the pigpen. She looked up at where her brutal lover had been and found that he'd vanished like an apparition. However, she still heard him snorting. But then more snorts came from all around her. Nikki looked around and saw tracks appearing in the mud as if made by invisible feet.

Pig tracks.

A pack of ghostly white hogs materialized all around her. They stood silently for a brief moment, then attacked her mercilessly, tearing at her flesh with her teeth.

Eating her.

Nikki's breasts were torn off and chewed into stringy sinews by hungry mouths. The phantom pigs took her guts in their white mouths and pulled them out of her body. One slashed at her stomach to get at her intestines while another chewed on the broken mess that was once her pussy. They pulled the flesh away with their jaws and gnawed at her bloody bones. She regarded the spectral beasts strangely as she died. Her only regret was that they were not molesting her as well.

She closed her eyes and let them rip her into pieces.

V

Steffy squealed as Cici's tongue did things that the Bible forbade. She had come from a strictly religious family and had always hated all those rules about not coveting asses. As far as she was concerned, she could covet whomever's ass that she damn well pleased. Right now, she was coveting Cici's ass. It was a nice ass. Steffy almost wished that she had a dick so that she could pound her friend's tight little anus.

She didn't know what had gotten into her. As soon as she had entered the slaughterhouse, she'd felt hot all over. Fortunately, taking off her clothes had made everything hotter. Cici was naked too as she ate her out. Steffy felt her friend lick around her clit and inside her pussy. Her ecstasy heightened with each passing second until she finally climaxed. Warm sweat dripped from her every pore, from her splendidly curved back to her small but perky breasts, as she took deep breaths to calm her racing heart.

Now it was Cici's turn to be eaten.

The blond positioned herself against the wall and spread her pussy lips wide. Steffy thought that she had an amazing cunt. Opened like that, it reminded her of a butterfly. A tiny tuft of yellow hair decorated it at the top, a queen's golden crown. In order to hold it open, Cici's arms had to squeeze her delicious, heavy breasts together, as if she were posing for a centrefold. A perfectly succulent pinup.

Steffy knelt before the blond and licked her open petals. She heard Cici whimper slightly as her favour was returned. Steffy usually found that eating another girl out was actually quite pleasant, provided that her partner kept herself clean. If anybody's pussy was clean, it was Cici's. Steffy's tongue licked around and inside. It teased her clit and happily lapped up the flowing clover water. Her own cunt grew wet once more as the blond's fluids fell like rain on her face. When Cici finally came, Steffy felt ready for another go.

Neither of them knew why they were so horny. They probably could have kept going all night. But their passions were interrupted by a deep, piggish snort.

“Did you hear that?” Cici asked.

“Maybe it was just Nikki.” Steffy answered.

“But she went off hours ago.” The blond replied. “Maybe we should go look for her.”

Steffy peered into the darkness. Something about it excited her and made her clit tingle. It was as if the lurking shadows wished to attack her.

To violate her mercilessly.

To tear her to pieces.

And here she was, naked and helpless, vulnerable to any lurking fiend who wished to molest her.

She didn't know why, but it was so thrilling.

“Okay.” She said. “Lets go.”

Without even bothering to put their clothes back on, the couple sneaked around the dilapidated slaughterhouse. Steffy found it arousing to be such easy prey. She almost wished that there was some mad slasher waiting to do them in.

And she wished that he would hold them down and fuck them first.

And maybe after too.

After a few minutes of searching, Cici saw a door creak open, untouched by human hands. She thought that it looked as though an invisible ghost had unbolted it for them. Curious, the horny couple walked through it and found themselves in a small room with an antique writing desk in the middle. An ancient, leather bound book lay on its surface, worn by centuries of poor storage. Something about that book groped at their interest and Steffy opened it up for both of them to read.

April 30th, 1773,

Tonight is the festival of Walpurgis. The young maiden still spurns my advances. She despises my profession, says that slaughtering is an ugly trade. But she will learn otherwise. After tonight, she will have no choice but to love me.

May 1st, 1773,

I followed the directions in the Grande Grimoire exactly. By diabolical pact, my soul is now Satan's possession. But I do not care. I have never known a female's affection, not even a simple smile or word of kindness. Is eternal damnation not worth that one pleasure?

“I've heard about this.” Cici said. “Maxwell Meat. He was a slaughterer that got burned during the witch trials. They say he sold his soul to the Devil in order to make women fall in love with him. 'Meat the Cleaver', they called him.”

“I wonder if it worked.” Steffy replied. Her eyes turned back to the page.

May 2nd, 1773,

The maiden now craves me. Indeed, she cannot keep her hands off of me. Whenever I am gone, I am told that she acts normally. But, whenever I am present, she is possessed by the Devil of lust. Her father has ordered me to stay clear of her.

May 7th, 1773,

No woman can resist me anymore. In my presence, they become as succubi, unable to abstain from the sins of the flesh. Perhaps this was the Dark One's plan all along. Mere proximity to me incurably transforms even the most godly maiden into a lustful Jezebel, damning her immortal soul to Hell for all eternity. If I lure as many ladies off the path of chastity as possible, Lucifer will likely reward me in the hereafter.

Hail Satan!

Steffy stopped reading and wondered.

Lust.

She had been consumed by it ever since she entered the slaughterhouse. Her behaviour here was not normal, not for her, not for anybody.

What the fuck is wrong with me? She wondered. Why am I so obsessed with sex all of a sudden? Why do I want to be victimized?

The answer was written before her in plain English. But it was impossible. There was no Devil, no matter how much her parents had preached otherwise. Even if there was, Meat the Cleaver was dead. He had been burned, buried and consecrated over two hundred years ago. Even if he had made a pact with Satan, there was no way that it should be affecting her now.

Steffy gulped in terror as a thought occurred to her, one so nightmarish that it couldn't be true.

Unless his ghost still haunts the slaughterhouse.

Her pussy dripped at the thought. She pictured herself hunted by a murderous monster, one who wanted to kill and violate her, and the idea drove her into fits of erotic desire.

Was this due to the effects of the creature's satanic pact? Did he really have the power to turn even the most intelligent and demure of women into brainless, slutty bimbos? Or was he merely bringing out something that lay beneath the surface?

Steffy didn't know. Frankly, she no longer cared. Her libido consumed her from within, making her feel hot all over. In a way, Steffy no longer existed. In her place, there was only the unquenchable carnal thirst. She wanted to be fucked violently, to be made submissive by a hard master, to live and die by his sadistic whims.

The rise in her sexual urges could mean only one thing.

Meat the Cleaver was drawing near.

Steffy awaited him eagerly. She and Cici were cattle anticipating the slaughterer's arrival like the slow, stupid animals they were.

The ghost of Maxwell Meat appeared silhouetted in the doorway. He was a huge, hulking shape, a thing no longer human, but a pig-like demon who had come to usher them to Hell.

There is no Hell, Steffy told herself. She kept repeating that thought over and over again even as she knelt before the satanic beast and ran her tongue up and down his gigantic cock. Like a cow led to the killing floor, Cici joined her. She wrapped her udders around the mammoth shaft and stroked them up and down while she took the head in her pink-painted mouth. Steffy was jealous that she couldn't do the same trick with her own tiny tits. Instead, she played with the ghostly slaughterer's balls while her black-stained lips caressed his erect penis.

The creature made a satisfied grunt as the ladies took turns sucking his cock. Steffy hoped that he would like her mouth more than her friend's. Both of them began kissing opposite sides of the head and could not help kissing each other at the same time.

It was exquisite.

Without warning, the cock erupted, spraying thick cum in their faces and all over their tits. Both of them tried to catch as much of it as they could in their mouths, but it still dripped all over their bodies like a white rain. They rubbed it all over themselves sensually and grew hornier at the touch of it.

Cici made the mistake of wanting more. She put on a bit more of her hot pink lipstick first, then tried to suck out the last remaining drops from his penis.

But Maxwell Meat had grown sick of her, apparently. He stepped forward into the light and Steffy saw that, in his white-knuckled hand, he held his namesake tool.

A cleaver.

Cici's eyes widened in shock as he buried the weapon in her neck. A stream of arterial spray covered Steffy's nude body when he pulled the blade out again. It took two or three more hacks for him to sever the blond's lovely head. He held it up to his monstrous face for a second, then tossed it away as if it were worthless scrap.

Steffy watched her friend's bloody death-mask land haphazardly on the floor in front of her. Cici's expression was frozen in a look of pure surprise, her lifeless eyes seeing nothing. The seductive body which Steffy had been coveting mere minutes before fell limply to the ground. She knew that she shouldn't find her friend's demise arousing, but she could not help herself. Death was the most conclusive act in human experience. The ultimate climax. To exist as a living being and then to not exist, the discovery of such a philosophical prospect was thrilling.

She crawled over to Cici's remains and touched them. Once, they had housed a thinking, feeling person and were animated by conscious thoughts. But now, the body was just a shell of bone and meat, cooling in the night air.

Where did you go? Steffy thought as she kissed Cici's corpse. There is no Hell.

She gyrated her groin against the dead flesh and licked the cum off of the stiffening breasts. Her fingers touched the cold pussy and felt a trickle of piss leaking out. She sucked on Cici's nipples like a feeding calf. Yet, the blond remained motionless and unresponsive.

She had experienced the ultimate climax.

Steffy wanted it too, this final orgasm. She rubbed her friend's blood over her tits as if it were a sensuous massage oil.

“Do it to me too.” She pleaded of the slaughterman. The ghost of Maxwell Meat lifted her off the ground and held her in his arms.

This is it, she thought and bit her lip hungrily. She wrapped her legs around the pig-faced monster's waist and her heart raced with anticipation. His cock was large and thick. He pushed the head against her pussy and forced it in roughly. In and out. In and out. His dick rubbed against her inner walls and stretched them to their limit. He buried his face in her small tits and sucked on her perky nipples. His strong hands moved up from her waist and caressed her back. They continued upwards as he ran his fingers through her bobbed black hair and finally cradled her head in his palms. This thrusts grew more violent by the second as he pounded her cunt madly. His thumbs covered her black-lined eyes and pushed against them painfully.

“Do it.” She screamed in ecstasy. “Do it to me now!”

His large thumbs plunged into her sockets. Steffy's eyeballs burst in a creamy white liquid. His thick fingers dug into her scalp and his powerful arms tore her skull in two. Her brain leaked out from its protective casing and landed on the ground with a sickening thud. The pig-like demon thrust a few more times and let himself cum inside the goth girl's corpse, then ripped her sensual body in half. He tossed her bisected chunks aside and regarded the mass of grey matter on the floor.

Before him lay her brain, the seat of all consciousness.

Maxwell Meat raised his boot and stamped it into paste.

VI

Amy knew that the others were in Hell. That's where her captor had said he would be taking them. It would be her turn soon.

Amy couldn't wait.

She rubbed her pussy in anticipation of the great moment. It would be anytime now, the moment that the ghost returned. She was anxious to see all of Hell's devils and taste their sadistic tortures.

The sound of footsteps reached her ears and she knew that the blessed time had arrived. The spirit of Meat the Cleaver opened the electronic gate attached to her cell, revealing a long corridor ahead of her. Amy still could not move her legs, so she crawled through the dirt, determined to reach the light at the end of the tunnel. When she finally arrived at her destination, she found herself in a brightly lit, white room with bloodstained hooks hanging from the ceiling.

This was it. She had reached the end of the line.

Her satanic master stood over her, his pig-like snout curled into a cruel grimace. He unbuckled his pants as she made her way towards him like a good little cow. She reached up and took hold of his thick cock, stroking it gently, so that she might pleasure him one last time before he sent her on her final journey. She sucked on the tip and it tasted like her dead sister's pussy. The thought made her feel hot all over. It was like she was sucking his dick and eating Nikki's cunt at the same time.

The ghost of Maxwell Meat grabbed Amy's limp legs and hoisted her into the air. The sweet, sweet pain came to her again as a pair of meat hooks were stabbed into her feet.

Amy sucked her master's cock while suspended upside down. Blood dripped down her legs and tickled her shaved pussy. She felt ecstatic as the ghostly killer went to work.

On a small table lay a set of professional slaughtering knives. With his large hand, he picked up a long sharp one and ran it gently over her naked skin. First, its fine point teased her mammoth udders, hardening her nipples with tantalization. He even cut the tip of one of them, just to remind her how delicious the pain felt. Then he brought it upwards, passing the blade over her soft, vulnerable belly. But when the cold steel reached the fleshy petals of her cunt, that's when her carnal urges really bubbled to the surface. He played with her a moment, making shiver in anticipation.

Will he or won't he? She wondered. Maxwell Meat raised the knife high and Amy's heart fluttered as he stabbed it into her pussy. She screamed in pleasure while he wiggled it around deep inside of her. She felt like she was going to cum when he bent the blade down and sliced her clit in two. The knife continued slicing, cutting open her belly. Blood poured over her breasts as her master tore out her intestines.

“Oh yes!” She cried. “Those are my guts! Rip out my juicy guh-guh-guh...”

Her sentence was cut off as she started choking on her own blood. The ghost of Maxwell Meat continued until he had successfully hollowed out her torso. Her eyes stared up at him vacantly, her pretty mouth wide open, ready and waiting. He cradled her skull in his hands as he inserted his cock between her waiting lips. He pounded her harder than ever this time. He felt the bones collapse under pressure and, when he finally came, her entire head broke apart in his massive paws. He dropped the shattered remnants of Amy skull and grinned evilly.

She had died like a good cow.

VII

It was early morning by the time the slaughter had ended. The naked corpses of Amy, Nikki, Cici and Steffy were already attracting flies. Steffy's torn halves had even turned greenish from the high temperature and were starting to smell something awful. The others would follow her example soon.

The ghost of Maxwell Meat hoped that Satan would be pleased with the latest sluts that he had tossed into the bottomless pit.

Sluts, he thought. A novel idea occurred to him. He retrieved the tube of hot pink lipstick from Cici's topless body and stepped outside. He approached the sign on the door.

Slaughterhouse.

Mischievously, he wrote the word “Slut” overtop of “Slaught” in capital letters.

SLUTerhouse.

Where sluts are brought to be slaughtered!

Within the bowels of that “SLUTerhouse”, the bodies of four beautiful women rotted in the afternoon heat. However, their souls passionately embraced their new roles as the Devil's submissive fuck toys. Their twisted, erotic fantasies played out forever as they were condemned to the tortures of Hell.

To them, it felt like Heaven.

The End