And here's part 2. I was working on a third when Smashwords passed their "no snuff, no necro" rule. If everyone likes these, I might finish it.

Also, feel free to use the Maxwell Meat character in your own works. Consider him "open source".

Slut-er House II: Student Bodies

By Jack Leventreur

Chapter 1

The chopping block waited for her. Evelyn took a deep breath, followed by slow, apprehensive steps towards it. Her heart fluttered at the thought of what she knew was coming.

She would be cumming.

He would be cumming.

Then she would be going.

She licked her lips and bent over onto the bloodstained stump. However, she must not have been moving fast enough for his liking, because his rough fingers gripped the back of her head and forced her face into the hard surface. Evelyn winced in pain and her pussy grew moist at the sweet, sweet feeling.

“Oh yeah.” She said. “Hurt me, baby.”

Her mother and friends were watching her from the cage. They had watched as the monstrous killer had stripped her naked, but they had not watched in horror. No, they were as hot as she was for the fate that was awaiting them. None of them could resist touching themselves as they awaited their turn on the block. It was something about this place that made them all wet for death and torture.

The thought that she was chosen to be first made Evelyn smile. Those powerful hands spread her buttocks and her anus tingled in excitement.

The first selected to die...

Chapter 2

The college library always frightened Evelyn. She had heard horror stories about how a student had been raped there once and, even though she knew that lightning never struck the same place twice, the idea adhered to her memory like a stain. Those bookshelves were so tall, so foreboding, and they created such a maze that nearly any crime could be committed there without the rest of the world finding out.

Rape.

Murder.

They would be the college's dirty little secret. Nobody would ever know except the books.

And books don't talk.

Not that anybody would ever want to rape Evelyn. When puberty hit, she had grown upwards instead of forwards. “Big boned” was what her mother had always called her. Dear mom, only she would dream up such a nice way of describing how her daughter's height had accelerated while her tits stayed as flat as a cutting board.

“Big boned”.

Evelyn could do with a “big bone”. With a figure like hers, men typically kept their distance. So far, no adventurous shuttles had come to explore her mysterious wormhole. Her body remained virgin territory in every sense of the term. As a result, the thought of finally popping her cherry both thrilled and terrified her, especially the idea of being taken forcefully. It had the potential to be either Heaven or Hell and the uncertainty as to which it would be made her nervous.

As she walked amongst the dusty volumes, probing deeper into the library than she usually allowed herself, Evelyn could sense her dread rising. It was here that they said it happened. It could happen to her. It could happen now!

Evelyn heard a noise behind her. She gave a slight jump and spun around to see what it was. However, not another soul was in sight. She was alone. Vulnerable. And yet, she could have sworn that she'd heard the strangest of sounds.

A pig squealing.

The noise returned, as if some phantom hog were haunting the bookshelves. By the time that Evelyn realized that there was a presence standing behind her, it was already too late. A large, powerful hand clamped itself over her mouth. She tried to scream, but her voice was barely audible. Her body began to quiver in terror as she felt someone kiss her neck.

Oh, God! She thought. It's happening. It's really happening.

Beads of nervous sweat broke out over every inch of her flesh as a tongue caressed her throat. But her fear melted into excitement at the stranger's touch. Her body felt hot all over and her clit began to tingle. A second hand groped at her miniscule bust. Her breasts were so small that she had never bothered wearing a double-barrelled slingshot. She gave a pleasurable moan as the hand caressed her tit.

He must be so disappointed, she thought. However, the unseen stranger made no indication that he was displeased with her body. In fact, he made more pig-like grunts to signify his approval. He didn't care that she was flat. He didn't care that she was “big boned”. He wanted her and knowing this aroused her beyond anything she had ever imagined.

The hand tore open her blouse and touched her bare skin.

He wants me, Evelyn thought. Rough fingers teased her nipples.

He really wants me.

They squeezed her tits, as if trying to milk her.

He wants to be inside me.

The hand explored her waist and moved further downwards to her loins. Evelyn's panties were soaking in expectation.

“Do it.” She said. Those phantom fingers rubbed the front of her underwear, teasing her clit through the thin veil of silk. With the agility of a maestro, they slid her panties aside and tickled her hole. Evelyn dripped with pleasure as her feminine juices trickled down her thigh.

The hand lifted her leg forcefully, spreading her slit wide. Without warning, something was rammed between her legs. Something long. Something thick. Something barbed. Evelyn screamed as her hymen was ripped. Her attacker's cock thrust itself deep within her. It pounded her virgin pussy mercilessly. Tears of masochistic pleasure welled up in her eyes as she was deflowered violently. Honey mixed with blood and squirted from her pussy. She tried to cry out as the monstrous dick broke her in.

Finally, she heard a high-pitched pig squeal and felt a warm fluid spray into her womb. The stranger continued to hammer her until he had drained every last drop of cum into her bleeding cunt. At last, he slid his dick out and threw her to the floor.

Evelyn just lay there in a cum coma as the unseen man's seed trickled out of her pussy.

That was Heaven, she thought.

Chapter 3

Mother's picture rested upon the nightstand. Always smiling. Always encouraging.

As she lay in bed, Evelyn simply could not stop touching herself. She hoped that none of the other girls in the dorm would notice. However, she prayed secretly that a pair of slender, female hands might slip under her covers and massage her clit for her.

What the hell is wrong with me? She thought. She never used to be this hyper-sexed. But ever since that incident in the library, she could not chase the dirty thoughts from her brain. She was like a dog in heat. A bitch.

Make me your bitch, she called mentally to the unseen stranger. She prayed silently that he would return to her and give her more of the same treatment. Under her covers, she rubbed her pussy furiously. The juices covered her fingers, which she then sucked on, tasting her own clover-scented fluids.

Mother kept smiling.

Dear mother. Still quite beautiful despite her years. Still sexy. She had been a pinup model in her youth and easily could be again. Her blond, braided hair had avoided any hint of grey, her skin had remained uncannily soft. And those breasts! Large, matronly breasts that had once fed her children. Evelyn felt like suckling on them once again.

Oh, mother...

Evelyn had to keep quiet. What would the other girls think if they caught her fingering herself to a picture of her own mom? She peeked out from under her comforter and saw that there was little risk. Although it was after lights out, all of her dorm mates were huddled in a circle on the floor. It was like one of the slumber parties that they all used to have when they were teenagers. Mary, Sammy and Liz all wore their best nightgowns and held flashlights in their hands, taking turns telling ghost stories.

“I know one.” Liz said. “You know that abandoned field out the window?”

“The one with that old ruin on it?” Sammy asked.

“Yup.” Liz nodded. “That ruin used to be a slaughterhouse hundreds of years ago. The man who owned it was burned during the witch trials. They say that he sold his soul to the Devil to make women fall in love with him. But they also say that his ghost still haunts the grounds and any girl who sets foot within will find herself possessed by an uncontrollable lust. Five years ago, three girls from this college went out there. They found them weeks later, molested, hacked to pieces and even partially eaten. And when the coroner studied the semen samples from their corpses, it didn't match any living creature.”

“Note to self, then.” Mary said. “Don't go fooling around in the old slaughterhouse.”

“Yeah.” Sammy added. “It's not that scary. I mean, if we don't want to be raped and murdered, all we have to do is not go out there. Who'd be dumb enough to do that after what happened anyways?”

“Nobody, I guess.” Liz replied. “But tell me, even if we don't go to him, what's to stop him from coming to us?”

Chapter 4

The shower felt good. It washed the dirt away and helped to alleviate the pressures of being a college professor. Anne had only been teaching at the school for two semesters and she already felt like retiring. She wasn't that much older than her students and it showed in her bright pink hair. Youthful eccentricity. But the weight of the adult world was already beginning to crush her. The dye in her hair was fading now. The shampoo rinsed some of it from her glorious mane. The lather then dripped down her neck and onto her fine, nude body. The suds washed over her perfect breasts as running water ran like miniature waterfalls from the tips of her nipples. As she covered herself with soap, she recognized that she had a great figure. While spreading the cleansing lather over her soft flesh, she became vaguely aware of a presence on the other side of the shower curtain. At first, she dismissed it as her imagination. It was just her own paranoid mind playing tricks on her, possibly fulfilling her subconscious fantasies while it was at it. Indeed, the mere idea of being surprised in the shower by a mystery man made her feel hot all over. She pictured herself at the mercy of a madman, forced to submit to his perverse desires, and felt a tingle down below.

But then, she heard a snort and a shadow was cast over her. Anne could see a hulking silhouette through the curtain. Watching her. Craving her.

Her heart pounded at the sight of her peeping tom. She couldn't see his face, but he was large and capable of overpowering her with minimum fuss. She trembled as she realized how easily he could force her into submission. Yet, her trembling turned into a pleasurable shudder. Her fear turned into a craving. She became wet inside as well as out. Her hands went downstairs to her private chamber and she rubbed her pussy, intent on giving her voyeur a show. The peeping tom made a slight grunt of approval.

Curiously, Anne thought he sounded like a pig.

She stroked her clit and her wet body ached for a man's touch. The red eyes on the other side of the curtain probed her bare skin. They studied her naked form, stabbing into her like knives.

Penetrating her.

Anne caressed her own body. She squeezed her breasts together, letting the soap bubbles get caught in her cleavage. They dripped down her tits in cleansing streams, lathering her sensual figure. She kissed the soft skin of her breasts, teasing them with her tongue. She lifted one of them to her mouth and sucked on her own nipple. She bit it and relished the sweet, sweet pain. The taste of blood filled her mouth. But instead of revulsion, the taste brought only more arousal. She suckled the red water from her breast as if it were mother's milk. As she did so, her slender fingers returned between her legs. They spread her lips wide and thrust themselves into the dripping wet walls of her womb. Anne fingered herself madly while drinking from her own teat. Drunk with passion. Drunk on blood. Her blood, just waiting to be spilled.

As she reached her climax, the shower curtain was thrust aside. The shadow which stood in the doorway bore down on her with an axe in his hands.

The first blow struck her in the stomach. An exquisite pain filled her as the blade entered her belly. Juices gushed forth from both the wound and her pussy. Anne fell to her knees as blood poured down over her cunt, staining her hand crimson. She continued to finger herself even as the axe was buried in her back. The delicious agony fuelled her lust.

I'm being murdered, she realized and the thought turned her on like nothing else.

The weapon chopped into her shoulder, severing the arm from her body. Anne watched as the hand which she used to finger herself fell lifelessly to the floor of the shower stall. She couldn't masturbate anymore, but she didn't care. This was even better. She kept suckling the blood from her breast as the axe struck her buttocks, penetrating deep into the fatty meats. The killer then brought the edge of the blade between her legs and teased her pussy.

“Yes.” She said. “Do it.”

The shadow pulled back his weapon, like a baseball player up at bat, and swung it directly into her cunt. Anne felt her pussy split open and, as the axe was pulled out, her guts spilled forward through the hole between her legs. Anne screamed in pleasure as her hips snapped apart and her legs went limp.

“I'm gonna cum.” She told her killer. “I'm... I'm cum-”

The axe split her face open, cutting off her sentence. Anne's brains were splattered all over the shower stall. All the knowledge which she had intended to impart onto her students was now a series of chunky stains on her bathroom walls.

Anne's juices oozed from her open orifices. She had experienced her final climax and now her soul was to relive that same torture forever in Hell.

Chapter 5

“What the fuck was that?”

Liz trembled. They had all heard the scream. Even Evelyn bolted upright in bed as the shrill cry ripped through the night air.

“It sounded like it came from outside.” Sammy replied. Liz got up from the circle and walked to the window. She drew the curtains aside and peeked through the glass. The street beyond was deserted. However, there was a light on in the house across the way. She recognized it as their science professor's home. Behind it lay a vast, abandoned field.

And the slaughterhouse.

Liz shivered at the sight of it and yet she also felt a slight tingle down below. The thrill of danger. Indeed, Liz liked to live dangerously. It excited her. Aroused her. No sex was better than the kind that came with risk. She read the tattoo on her arm:

“Live fast, die young.”

Yes, that was her motto. Drive in the fast lane. You may end up splattered all over the pavement, but what a way to go, right?

“I'm gonna check it out.” She said.

“Are you crazy!?” Sammy replied. Liz winked at her.

“You could always come along to keep me safe.” She said. Sammy shook her head.

“I'll go.” Mary said and joined her dorm mate. Liz slid the window open and climbed through it with her friend in tow.

The darkness outside was smothering. Liz could almost feel the shadows snatching at her nightgown, wanting to rip it from her tattooed skin. The idea stimulated both her imagination and her feminine regions.

What the hell's the matter with me? She wondered. As she and Mary walked across to the professor's house, Liz could not help but envision rapists lurking in every patch of shade. And here the two of them were, so tempting and vulnerable in nothing but their flimsy pyjamas. Mary, the post-modernist film student, was the goodie-two-shoes of the pair. She even kept her blond hair in pigtails, as if she were a sweet, innocent schoolgirl. However, that failed to mask the fact that she'd obviously had some surgery done on her bosom.

Those aren't real, Liz thought cynically. Every sweet little girl-next-door always seemed to have something to hide. Whether it was implants, a dildo collection or a lust for the crack of the whip, there was no such thing as an innocent virgin. Liz, on the other hand, wore everything that Mary was trying to hide on her sleeve. She even had it permanently inked on her flesh.

“Live fast, die young.”

There were other slogans too. But she was proudest of the tattoo which marked her shaved mound. It was the symbol that every young generation since the dawn of the sexual revolution had prayed to, the almighty sign of the middle finger.

Liz felt that she wouldn't mind getting fingered. As she drew closer to the professor's house, her passion seemed to escalate. Her skin felt warm in the cool night air.

“You okay?” Mary asked. Liz tried to answer her, but her pussy had begun to ache so badly that words were impossible. It took every ounce of her self-control to keep from touching herself. From the look in her eye, Mary must have felt the same way. How could she maintain so much control then?

Frigid little bitch, Liz thought. She must be one of those hypocrites who shames all outwards displays of sexuality, but keeps a leather teddy and the Kama Sutra hidden in her closet. Sexualization is only ever wrong when someone else does it. Mary's attitude made her sick. Although the blond prescribed to a different political narrative, she was still just as uptight about sex as any bible-thumper. Especially in the movies and books that she claimed to love so much, but did nothing but whine about all day. Same shit, different asshole. But who knew that wings could shit too?

Liz shook her head and continued towards the house. The window was open and the light was on. She tiptoed up to the sill and peaked inside.

She saw the meat that lay on the bathroom floor. The hacked up remains that had once been a beautiful woman. Her heart fluttered at the sight.

Oh God, she thought. Why is this turning me on so much?

There was no denying it, she was getting turned on. Seeing beauty ruined, thinking that the same thing might happen to her, stimulated her sex drive. She couldn't resist it any longer. She had to touch herself.

“What are you...” Mary began. Her sentence was cut off as Liz's mouth met hers. The frigid bitch seemed to freeze up at first, then melted on her lips, letting herself go to the feeling. The two ladies kissed passionately. Their tongues entwined in a lover's knot. Liz squeezed those fake tits, but was afraid that the gel-filled bags inside would break. Instead, she grabbed Mary's succulent ass. Her hand slid under the blond's nightgown and her playful fingers teased her anus. So tight. So ready.

Their passion was interrupted by the sound of pig squeals. The noise made Liz think of the old slaughterhouse and the legend that lived within its walls.

He sold his soul to the Devil to make women fall in love with him...

So that women would love him. So that women would do the things he loved. So that women would love the things he did to them.

What the fuck am I doing? Liz thought. This isn't me. I don't enjoy this.

And yet, her lust magnified as the squeals grew louder. As their source drew nearer.

It's him, she realized. He's going to fuck me, then murder me, and I'm going to love every minute of it. Because that's what he sold his soul for.

A ghostly shadow was cast over the pair. Liz and Mary both turned to see a huge shape looming over them. Mary trembled in terror, but Liz quivered with sexual excitement. Her pussy ached to be violated by this beast of a man.

Do it to me, she thought. Fuck me.

Mary ran from the scene and disappeared into the night. But Liz stayed where she was, eager for the satanic ghost's special touch. The touch he had given the professor.

The shadow grabbed Liz by the hair and flung her to the ground. The sharp pain excited her and made her pussy throb. His powerful hands ripped off her nightgown, exposing her tattooed flesh to the moonlight. He spent a moment admiring the decorations on her body, grunting his approval in his own pig-like manner. Liz spread her legs for the killer. She could barely see anything other than his silhouette in the dark. But his eyes were red and beady.

And his cock was long and thick.

And covered with sharp spikes.

That monster dick rammed inside her like a spear. Liz tried to scream, but rough fingers covered her mouth. She could only wince in pain as she felt her womb being shredded by the thrusting of sharp barbs. Such wonderful pain. Tears streaked down her cheeks while blood streaked down her ass. She wanted to be ripped to pieces. To be hacked up like meat.

The spikes pounded her pussy mercilessly. She couldn't take it anymore.

I'm gonna cum, she thought. I'm gonna cum while having my cunt destroyed.

Her pain threshold reached its absolute limit and she climaxed in a spray of crimson. Her attacker kept thrusting deeper and harder until his cock burst out through her stomach. Liz's jaw dropped in shock as he sprayed his seed over her chest. The killer's face moved in close to hers and she saw that he had a wide mouth filled with razor-sharp teeth. His powerful jaws closed in around her head and she felt a vice-like pressure around her cranium.

This is fucking amazing, she thought. The best orgasm ever.

Liz's skull split apart between the killer's fangs. Its contents dribbled down his lips and over his chin.

Live fast, die young.

Chapter 6

Sammy held Evelyn close. The sounds she heard from beyond the window, the manic cries of horror and pleasure, filled her soul with dread. Her heart fluttered with terror and excitement. Yes, what was happening outside was frightening. But being this physically close to Evelyn thrilled her. Sammy had lusted after her friend ever since she first discovered her sexuality. She'd never had the guts to say anything, always afraid that it would spoil everything between them. Evelyn was straight, there was no two ways about that. So, Sammy had kept her lust a secret all these years. She ran her fingers through her best friend's hair and savoured the sensation of her fair skin.

“What do you think happened to them?” Evelyn asked.

“Sh.” Sammy hushed her softly. “There's no need to be afraid.”

“Maybe someone out there got them.” Her friend continued. Her voice sounded as if she were in a trance. “Maybe they're being killed right now.”

Sammy repressed a shudder. She gazed out the window at the old slaughterhouse. As she recalled Liz's story, she felt a soft tingle in her pussy. The thought of being molested began to excite her.

“Do you think he'll come and kill us too?” Evelyn asked. Her lips drew close to Sammy's. “Would you like to die with me?”

Their lips touched each other and kissed passionately. Sammy felt like her body was on fire. She had wanted this for so long. Years of unrequited lust bubbled to the surface. Her hands explored her best friend's body. Her lover's body. From those tiny tits, to those long legs, to that hairless snatch, Sammy touched it all. Felt it all. Craved it all.

“I love you.” She said. “I've always...”

Evelyn silenced her by putting a finger to her mouth. Sammy watched as her best friend moved downwards. She spread her legs and felt Evelyn tease her dripping pussy with her tongue.

“Oh God.” She cried.

“God has nothing to do with this.” Evelyn said in a voice that didn't sound like hers. She licked Sammy's slit eagerly, thirsty for the clover-flavoured water that waited within.

The sound of panicking footsteps reached their ears. Sammy looked to the window and saw Mary trying to climb inside.

“Help me!” She screamed in horror. “He's right behind me!”

And right behind her he was! Without warning, a large hand reached out of the darkness and grabbed Mary by the hair. It bent her over the window in a missionary position. The lovers watched as the blond's nightgown was torn off, revealing a slender, athletic body with a triangle of golden hair between her legs. Her tits were large and firm. Fake tits.

Mary said nothing, but shook with fear. Or maybe it was excitement. Yes, Sammy could clearly see the monster's spell taking over her. The blond was enjoying this. Running away was all part of the game. Hard to get.

But her attacker was not in the mood for games. Sammy watched as a monstrously large cock was rammed into Mary's ass. The barbie doll blond screamed in agony as the unholy killer thrust into her again and again, squealing like a pig.

Meanwhile, Evelyn kept licking. Sammy felt like she was in ecstasy while she watched Mary get violated. Her lover's tongue tickled her g-spot and her eyes stared at those round, fake tits, which shook with each thrust.

Mary started to touch herself. She squeezed her own breast and played with her clit as the monster pounded her from behind. Sammy could tell that she was really getting into it. Her own passion was escalating at the same time. The heat of her body rose until she finally broke out in a warm sweat. Sammy cried out in orgasm. After a few more violent thrusts, Mary climaxed and imitated the gesture. The blond slid off of the monster's cock and lay panting on the floor with a bloody asshole.

At last, the killer stepped through the window and revealed himself. He was a giant of a man, with beady, murderous eyes and a face like a demonic hog. His body was ripped with fine-toned muscles and his dick was inhuman. He wore a spiked cock ring that dripped with the blood of his latest conquest.

Conquest.

Conquer me, Sammy thought. Take me like you took her.

The killer stepped towards the girls and Evelyn's face broke into a madwoman's smile.

“Come and get us.” She said. “Do it to us.”

The satanic creature cast his shadow over the pair. His red eyes burning with hellfire. But instead of taking the girls, he pointed to the photo that rested on the nightstand. Both Evelyn and Sammy grinned as a truly sinful idea entered both their heads.

Chapter 7

Brigitte was entertaining company when her daughter called. It had been so long since she'd heard from Evelyn, but even longer since she'd seen either Cheryl or Genny. The old girls still looked good for their years. Cheryl had started dying her hair a fire engine red to hide her creeping age. While she had put on a fair bit of weight, she still had a youthful look in her face and body. As for Genny, well, there could be no denying that she was still a walking temptation. She and Bridgette had fooled around back in university, but that was all water under the bridge. However, while Brigitte was showing the clear signs of age, Genny might as well have been kept in a time capsule. Maybe she was. A time capsule called plastic surgery. Brigitte would have to get the name of her doctor.

The former pinup model excused herself when the phone rang and was surprised to hear her daughter's voice.

“Hi Mom.” Evelyn said. “Can I ask a favour? Could you come and meet me somewhere?”

“Now?” Brigitte exclaimed. “It's the middle of the night and I have company.”

“Bring them with you.” Her daughter replied. “They'll get a kick out of this too.”

“Get a kick out of what?” Brigitte demanded. “What's going on, Evelyn?”

“Just meet me at the old slaughterhouse.” Her daughter answered. “I promise you won't regret it.”

There was a click and the line went dead. Brigitte frowned. She explained the situation to Genny and Cheryl. Thankfully, those two old girls seemed happy to go along. Bless them. The three ladies climbed into the car and drove out towards the college.

Towards the slaughterhouse.

As she pulled up in front of the ruin, Brigitte felt her panties getting soaked. Something about this place was arousing her, but she couldn't place what. There was some kind of force inside, drawing her towards it. Something that preyed upon her deepest carnal desires. Something that conjured up memories of those nights when her husband was still alive. How he used to tie her to the bed. How he would whip her until she came. How he would plunge himself deep inside her and take her like an animal. Like a dog. Her body shivered with lust as she stepped out of the car. She almost tripped over an ancient sign that lay half-buried in the ground:

M. Meat, Slaughterer.

The sight of it made her recall the tale of Maxwell Meat, the lonely butcher who made a pact with the Devil for female companionship. Another sign rested by the door:

Slaughterhouse.

Only someone had written something obscene in pink lipstick over the word “Slaughter”.

SLUTerhouse.

Where sluts get slaughtered. Brigitte felt like a slut and something inside her was craving slaughter. To see blood spilled. The ultimate turn on. To have her own blood spilled. The ultimate climax.

Cheryl and Genny followed her into the ruin with anxious steps. Did this place hold the same spell over them that it did over her? It must have, for as the probed deeper into the rotting building, she could see their eyes glaze over with desire. Their figures trembled with lust, a lust that consumed them utterly and begged to be satisfied. A lust that pulled them into a place that filled them with shock and excitement.

The animal pens.

None of the cages had been used in ages. At least, not for their original purpose. While the old ones rusted away to time, brand new ones had been brought in to replace them. Trapped inside were Evelyn, her friend Sammy and a blond girl in pigtails. Brigitte's pussy throbbed at the sight.

A maniac has taken my daughter, she thought. The low grunt of a pig reached her ears and she became aware of a presence behind her. The three women turned and faced the hulking creature. Cheryl dropped to her knees at the sight, while Brigitte and Genny both licked their lips excitedly. Lust filled their loins as they watched their redheaded companion take the killer's monstrous cock in her hands. Cheryl, who had always been the prude of their trio, caressed the giant member and kissed it softly. She ran her tongue up and down its shaft and pressed it against her chest. She kissed the head, but when she tried to take it in her mouth, she found that it simply did not fit. However, that was remedied easily. The muscular shadow took hold of Cheryl's jaws and snapped them apart. She screamed in agony, but her cries were cut short by the creature's dick being thrust down her throat. Brigitte practically drooled as the beast violated her friend's mouth. He rammed his cock deep into her oral cavity. Cheryl's face turned purple from lack of oxygen. When he finally unloaded his seed into her throat, her lifeless, swollen corpse merely flopped on the soft earth with cum leaking out of the wound in her face.

The monster then turned to Brigitte and Genny. Evelyn's mother mourned her friend's death, but also felt exhilarated by the prospect of sharing her fate. To experience the ultimate climax, there could be no greater pleasure.

The killer grabbed the ladies by the hair and dragged them to the cages.

Oh yes, Brigitte thought. Hurt me. Tie me to the bed. Whip me. Cut me. Do it to me just like he used to.

He opened the cage door.

Mutilate me. Violate me. Do all the things they say you shouldn't, all the things we're not aloud to talk about...

He thrust Brigitte and Genny inside and sealed their escape with an iron padlock. The throbbing in her pussy was getting to be unbearable. She needed release. She needed stimulation.

And she would get it, visual stimulation that is. Brigitte watched as the killer unlocked Evelyn's cell and stripped her daughter naked.

Chapter 8

Evelyn was the first selected to die. The chopping block waited for her. Waited to spill her blood. Waited to take her life. What was it like to die? To have your very being extinguished? It was thrilling to wonder. The ultimate thrill. The ultimate climax.

Her pussy tingled with excitement as rough hands led her towards her fate. They placed a weird skirt made of bones around her bare waist and a matching necklace over her shoulders. The bones of the women who'd come before. She was to be a sacrifice. A human sacrifice to Satan.

A hand pushed her head violently onto the block. A machete rested imbedded in the wood mere inches from her face. Hungry for meat. Thirsty for blood.

Those hands spread her buttocks wide and she felt something press against her asshole. With no lubricant, the monster's dick was forced into her anus. Evelyn cried in virgin pain as she lost her second chariot. Each thrust chafed her insides and the sweet, sweet agony was bliss. He pounded her ass mercilessly, penetrating so deep that she could feel it in her guts. He thrust into her guts, fucked her in her guts and finally came in her guts. But it was not enough for Evelyn. She still had not climaxed.

But her ultimate climax was drawing near. She could feel it in her bones and her pussy dripped expectantly. She felt the cock's head press itself against her lips. The shaft followed, its bulk stretching her inner walls. Her uterus felt ready to pop. Then, the thrusting began. Every time she was pounded, she could sense her death drawing nearer. Her passion rose, nearing its peak. The killer pulled the machete out of the chopping block. As he did, the Grim Reaper raised his scythe over her skull. Evelyn found herself suddenly afraid of what was coming. Afraid of cumming. Afraid of the climax. Tears welled up in her eyes as she looked to the cages and called out to her mother.

“Mom!” She screamed in horror. The blade came down and severed Evelyn's head from her shoulders. Her young blood sprayed from her neck as the beast continued to pound her tight pussy. At last, he filled her dead cunt with his seed and threw her headless corpse to the floor. He raised his machete high and split open the girl's ribcage. Plenty of sweet snacks waited within; the lungs, the stomach, the intestines, but most of all the heart. Yes, her pure heart. That was the tastiest of all, for they say that if you eat someone's heart, you also eat their soul. He bent his piggish snout into her open cavity and devoured her innards wantonly. He then chopped open her hips and ran his rough fingers through her genitalia. He pulled the uterus from her body and looked to the cages. The hogs would need feeding too. He brought Evelyn's feminine organ to Sammy's cage and slid the entry point through the bars, as if it were a water bottle. Sammy put her warm lips to Evelyn's cold, dead lips and drank the semen that had built up within. She thought about her friend mournfully.

Evelyn...

The killer took the cum-filled uterus to all the cages and let each of his captives have a drink. Sammy, Mary, Brigitte and Genny all drank deeply from Evelyn's dripping pussy. When they were finished, he put the organ away and lifted Evelyn's head off of the ground. Her face was a blank death-grimace. He ran his finger over her lips. Such a pretty mouth. Still good for something. He brought her down to waist level and stuffed his cock in between those lovely lips. She was not as responsive now that she was a corpse. But her head still gave great head. He eased her up and down his shaft, letting her stroke his length and bring him to orgasm. He squirted his cum at the back of her throat and it trickled out the bottom of her neck. Still dripping, even in death.

The killer brought Evelyn's head to the wall. He placed a nail over her eye and hammered it through her skull. Her head hung high, a constant reminder to the others of the fate that was waiting for them.

Chapter 9

Sammy trembled as her cage was opened. Her pussy throbbed in anticipation of the death that was coming for her. She looked to the head on the wall and her heart fluttered.

Evelyn...

The killer's hand grabbed hold of her hair and dragged her from her prison. She could feel the eyes of the other captives watching her. Lusting after her. Anxious to see her naked. Anxious to see her bleed. Anxious to see her die.

Sammy was anxious too. She had never done it with a man before. Her lust had always been for other women. Even then, she'd always had to keep it a secret. Her whole life was spent in the closet. Well, let it be secret no longer. May the closet door swing open and the all-revealing light shine in. For although she was to about to have sex with a man, she did it for the pleasure of her female spectators. Let their eyes see her lust and may they feel that lust themselves. May they watch her die and mourn the passing of a star.

The killer threw Sammy to the ground and forced her legs open wide. His hands caressed her copper skin and the bush of curly, dark hair that crowned her womanhood. It was not an unpleasant feeling to be touched like that, but it would have been even less unpleasant if it were the touch of one of her fellow captives. Particularly Evelyn.

Evelyn...

Her gaze fell back upon the severed head even as the killer's thick rod was thrust within her. Sammy felt her pussy stretch and break. His shaft chafed her insides and made them bleed. But she never took her eyes off of Evelyn's corpse.

Evelyn, I love you...

Her audience was really getting into it now. Brigitte and her friend had both started touching themselves. Even Mary, that hypocrite, squirmed uncomfortably as she attempted to repress her own arousal. For she was aroused, just as Sammy was too. Yes, Sammy never thought that she would enjoy it with a man, let alone in such a violent and vulgar way. But she was enjoying it. He pounded her pussy and she kept wanting him to go harder, deeper. At last, she felt his cum spray inside the bloody wound that had once been her cunt. Then she saw him raise a knife to her throat. The excitement of her audience grew as it cut through her trachea. The captives thrust their fingers deep inside themselves as Sammy choked on her own blood. It sprayed up on her face and over her breasts as she reached a climax.

I don't want to die, she thought. But when she tried to voice it, the only things that escaped her mouth were a gurgle and a red bubble. The last thing Sammy heard was her audience moan in orgasm.

Her body was then left to stiffen as the next victim was selected.

Chapter 10

Genny had no idea what was happening. All she knew was what she felt. Watching those other girls die and knowing that her turn would be coming soon excited her beyond reason. It was this place. It had to be. She had heard all the stories about Maxwell Meat and the way his old slaughterhouse affected women, how even the most pious and chaste of ladies would be transformed into submissive harlots upon setting foot within. But she had always dismissed them as just ghost stories. Now, she found herself consumed by a passion that she could not satisfy. She could not take her eyes off of Brigitte. Her former lover. Why had that old cow needed to settle down with a husband anyways? Especially when her udders were still so tempting. Genny felt herself getting hot as she watched Brigitte finger herself even while her own daughter died.

When the door to Genny's cage opened, her passion magnified. Maybe Brigitte would finger herself just as lustfully to her death. Rough hands pulled her out of the cage. They tore off her blouse and skirt, leaving her in her underwear. She felt a knife at her back. It cut the straps of her bra and those same rough hands removed the cups from her breasts. She felt those hands squeeze her tits tightly. Violently. Then the blade cut the straps of her panties and let them fall to the gore-soaked earth.

Genny stood naked in the moonlight and let Brigitte watch her. She let her former lover see everything that she had given up and would never get to taste again. For this would be the last time that Brigitte would ever see her naked. The hands pushed her along, a hog to the slaughter, and she saw the fate that her host had prepared for her. Waiting for her with a hungry mouth was a large electric meat grinder. Lover's fluid leaked down Genny's thigh at the sight of it. The thought of being stuffed into that thing and chopped into sausage was turning her on. She wondered what her meat would taste like.

The machine sprang to life, as if possessed. Powerful arms lifted Genny off the ground and lowered her inside. As her feet inched closer to the meat grinder's blades, her clit began to tingle in excitement. Then, the sharp, blissful pain as they tore into her flesh. She watched her feet vanish in a red mist and her legs followed slowly. Pinkish hamburger oozed out the machine's spout as her knees disappeared. The crunching, grinding blades closed in towards her pussy and her lower chamber ached to be satisfied. Just a little further and...

Genny's pussy lips were shredded in the deadly grinder. She moaned in ecstasy as her clit was destroyed. She felt the blades go higher, ripping away more and more of her cunt. She screamed in orgasm as her womb was erased from existence. The blades tore through her belly next, then shredded her magnificent breasts. She glanced at the ground meat that was piling up beside the machine.

It's all there, she thought. My ass, my clit, my womb, my ovaries, my nipples. That's all that's left of them.

Her head disappeared into the meat grinder and, very shortly after, the machine ceased to produce any more hamburger.

Chapter 11

Brigitte loved being tied up. She especially loved being chained up. Strong shackles held her in an “X”-shape, with her legs wide open. That last part excited her the most. Her pussy was so exposed. So vulnerable. She felt rough fingers play with it. Her husband's fingers? No, her husband was dead. He would never play with her lady parts again. But Maxwell Meat was dead too, wasn't he? Burned at the stake hundreds of years ago for trafficking with the Devil. He had been tied up and tortured too. The witch-hunters excelled at that. They had practically invented the art of “interrogation”. Some of their tortures were even highly sexual in nature. Then, they had dragged him through the town, pelting stones at him all the while, and tied him to a wooden pole. Finally, they set him ablaze and listened to him scream while the flames stripped away his flesh.

Why?

All he'd ever wanted was to be loved. That's what they said he'd sold his soul for. Love. Was it really so wrong of him to want that? To want affection? To know the soft touch of a woman?

Did the maidens of his era really need an Inquisition to protect them from that?

This was his revenge. A revenge on the town that had tortured him, murdered him and robbed him of even the most basic of human intimacies. A revenge on the maidens who had accused him. Now nothing could protect those maidens from sharing his gruesome fate. And nothing could defend them from loving him while he made them share it.

Indeed, Brigitte found herself loving the murderous ghost that played with her clit. He might as well have been her husband's spirit come to bring her over to the other side. She closed her eyes and pictured him there instead of the pig-like demon. It was just like the good old days, when he used to tie her up. The only thing missing was a whip. However, something did cut into her back. The thin blade of a fillet knife sliced through her flesh. She shuddered with pleasure as the ghost kept cutting her. Tiny pieces of skin fell from her body. Finally, Brigitte felt aroused as the knife cut into her neck, severing sinews and flesh. She climaxed as she heard the crunch of her neck being disconnected and her consciousness faded into death.

Chapter 12

Mary was the last. The “final girl”, as they say. Of course, she looked more like PJ Soles than Jamie Lee Curtis. Maybe that was her problem. Although she'd always looked at the world's overt sexualization with disgust, especially Hollywood's portrayal of women, she could not curb the lust that boiled inside her. Maybe that's why she'd been targeted.

And yet, it occurred to her that Halloween was not actually a story about sexuality versus chastity, but of logical thought versus superstition. Jamie Lee Curtis was the one being stalked, not her costars. She was targeted for her disbelief in the supernatural and her friends, who were clearly having more fun than her, were murdered to chip away at her hubris. And as the murderer continued to defy her ability to rationalize him, she finally admitted that she believed in the Boogeyman and her arc as a character came to a close.

Despite claims about the final girl's supposed “purity”, Jamie Lee Curtis was visibly braless during her walk home from school, Adrienne King drank, smoked grass and played strip monopoly, Amy Steel had no qualms over having sex with John Furey, and Olivia Hussey was not only pregnant, but wanted an abortion! So why was Mary's film studies professor so intent on teaching her otherwise? Perhaps it was so she would see the world through a particular prism of thought rather than allowing her to interpret it for herself. So she would project a specific form of morality onto what was effectively amoral.

And there was the cruel irony. By projecting those morals onto the slasher genre, it was actually she who was sexualizing these characters, not the filmmakers.

The final girl myth was just that. A myth. Mary was saved for last because her pig-faced killer wanted her to see the others die. He wanted to chip away at her hubris. And now it was her arc that was coming to a close.

The last cage opened and Mary whimpered with fear. There would be no stopping it. No climactic showdown with the killer. No “Final Chapter”. Her attacker was back from the dead to begin with. If death was not permanent for him the first time, why should it be permanent any other time? Isn't repeating the same action over and over again and expecting the results to change Einstein's definition of insanity?

His rough hands grasped her feet and pulled her screaming from the cage. It was going to happen and she was powerless to prevent it. She trembled with terror as he spread her legs violently.

Face it, she told herself. You enjoy it. You liked it when he did it to you at the window. You're enjoying the fuck out of it now.

Mary was enjoying it. No matter how much she denied it, an ecstasy filled her body as the killer rammed his dick into her tight pussy. He never stopped thrusting, not even as he sunk his fangs into her breasts. Mary moaned in pleasure as he tore out her implants with his teeth.

Damage me, she thought. Break me.

The thrusting continued and and so did the fangs. Mary's belly was ripped open and her intestines pulled out, followed by her organ sack and mammary glands. When the killer finally came inside of her, she no longer moaned.

She was hollow.

This was a final girl free zone.

Chapter 13

Evelyn awoke to find herself in Hell. It didn't look the way she'd imagined. No licking flames of hellfire lurked to scorch her flesh. No satanic Saint Peter waited to usher her through the blackened gates. It just looked like a maze. But it was strangely familiar. Of course, she was back in the college library. The events of that afternoon seemed like they happened a thousand years ago. The idea occurred that they might happen again.

Not here, she thought. Anywhere else and it will be enjoyable. But not here. This place it's... it's too creepy.

However, a large powerful hand covered her mouth. This time, she saw that it had bright red skin.

No...

Another hand went under her skirt and lifted her leg. Evelyn smelled brimstone.

Please...

A large cock was rammed into her pussy and she screamed in horror. But the Devil would have his way with her tonight.

And for all eternity.

The End