I suck with titles, be satisfied with this. As promised, here is my almost classic slasher tale. A lot of blood and fun for everyone! Enjoy it!


Slaughter Camp


"I have not yet understood why Cassandra wanted to bring Lorenzo too"

"He's her boyfriend and he's nice"

"Yes, he's nice but we had to be just the four of us all weekend! So instead there will always be him among us! "

In the car there were three girls, headed for a small campsite in the hills. At the helm was Elisa, 18, smooth black hair, fair skin, gray eyes. Small but firm, thin breast, a not particularly showy butt. It was she who did not agree with the inclusion of Lorenzo in their little trip. They had been friends for years and finally, now that she had taken her license, they could have a little vacation together. She had left Stefano, her boyfriend, at home. Cassandra should have done the same.

Next to her was Maria, 17, light brown hair, tied with a braid that started from the nape and went down to her shoulders, brown eyes and a slightly tanned skin. Athletic body and a beautiful breast, the buttocks showed that she was a girl who loved to keep fit. Maria was pleased with Lorenzo's presence: first he was a handsome boy and that never hurt, second he was a funny guy, always with a ready joke, always ready to come forward for a drink and an occasional smoked. Looking out the window, she found herself fantasizing about her friend's boyfriend.

On the back seat, next to the two crates of beer, there was Sonia trying to ignore the useless discussions of her friends by distracting herself with her cell phone. Green eyes, wavy brown hair and a beautiful round face. She had a few extra pounds but these did not affect her physical appearance. She had abundant breasts and just a little fat on her waist, she remained a beautiful girl. A pair of square eyeglasses completed the group's silent picture. She didn't care too much that Lorenzo was with them, he was a good guy and not too unpleasant. Her plan for the weekend was to relax and completely turn off her brain, perhaps with the help of some alcohol. It had been a particularly busy week.

Lorenzo and Cassandra traveled in the car behind them. On the passenger seat there was Cassandra, 17, blonde hair that went down to her back, blue eyes, a light blue band that held her hair. Even she was in good physical shape even if not as much as Maria. She was lower and with less breast but had two beautiful legs and a really nice butt. She looked out the window enjoying the view. She was thinking of the coming evening, she and Lorenzo would have a hut all to themselves. This didn't happen often and she couldn't wait to spend the night alone with her boyfriend.

Lorenzo, at the helm, was 19, short brown hair, green eyes. A strong jaw made even more evident by the freshly cut beard, a dry body, muscular but not too much. Unlike the girls, all students, he had already finished school and found a job as a warehouse worker. He hadn't thought of anything else since he learned of this little trip, he had with him everything he needed for an unforgettable weekend.

Cassandra began to tease the boy with a pinch on his face, then, giggling, went down the body until she started to caress his inside thigh. He smiled trying to get rid of her.

"Come on, Cas, I'm going astray in this way… won't you want to die here? Wait until tonight at least!"

"We will die happy then" she said looking at the bump that was forming in Lorenzo's pants "Are you sure you don't want to stop?"

"Don't be a child, we are almost there"

They had found a small campsite about an hour's drive from their city, a quiet and secluded place, three small wooden huts with beds and some stove for cooking. At about fifty meters from the houses there was a separate building with bathrooms and showers. They took two huts, one for Lorenzo and Cassandra, the other for the rest of the group. The owner of the place had also told them that he had no reservations for the third hut and that therefore they would have the place all to themselves. The one coming promised to be a fantastic June weekend.

The owner of the camping was there waiting for them, they handed him the documents for registration and he gave them the keys to the huts, he greeted the group, wished them a pleasant stay and left leaving the five friends alone.

The weather was beautiful and the view looked out over the valley below. There was also a small pool ready for them. Dismantled the luggage in a hurry, they all put on their swimsuits ready to find some refreshment.

The day passed between jokes and laughter, even Sonia seemed to be enjoying herself unlike the usual. Who sunbathed, who did the fight in the pool, who pampered his companion in anticipation of a long night.

When the sun began to descend behind the hills it was time to prepare food. Lorenzo pulled a barbecue out of the trunk and began to cook hamburgers. As usual they ended up carbonized or almost raw but after an afternoon of fatigue and watered with abundant beer they were not bad.

Gathered in the largest shack, each with a beer in hand, the five youngs had dressed comfortably. Lorenzo was wearing a red shirt, knee-length jeans and a pair of black sneakers. Cassandra, sitting on his lap, had a black Gun’s and Roses t-shirt and a pair of blue shorts that reached her mid-thigh. On the couch, eating a leftover hamburger, there was Elisa wearing a wide white shirt and a very short black skirt. On the floor, with a joint in her hand, sat Maria, a low-cut green dress that came to her knees tied to the waist with a belt of the same material. Finally, sitting on the bed, in panties and the top of a yellow pajamas, Sonia was intent on sipping her beer and giving rapid glances at her cell phone.

The evening went on carefree for a few hours. Around midnight everyone was starting to be a little bit tipsy and Cassandra whispered something in Lorenzo's ear. He got up and announced with extreme tact:

"Ladies, it was a pleasure to spend the evening with you but my princess wants a fuck, I'm sure you will understand me."

Three beers and screams of congratulations rose in unison, Cassandra turned red like a tomato and, kicking Lorenzo in the butt, followed him out of the door "Have fun!" said Elisa.

Along the way to reach their nest, fifty yards away, Cassandra kept kicking her boyfriend and slapping him on the back

"You're an asshole"

"Come on, sweetie, I just said what everyone thought!"

Another kick in the backside "Now I've thought about it! Stay blank tonight "

"But now you're the bad one," he turned to kiss her, holding his arms around her waist.

She pouted "I could reconsider. But you owe me a favor! Tomorrow you will be my slave! "

"Tomorrow I will do everything you tell me, I swear," said Lorenzo, closing the door of the house.

A large part of the room was occupied by a double bed, in one corner there was a bunk bed in case of additional guests. A small refrigerator and a wardrobe completed the furnishings. Cassandra wrapped her arms around Lorenzo's neck and dragged him kissing him to the bed. She took off his shirt, he slipped off her shorts and without much surprise saw that she was not wearing underpants. Cassandra took off her bra and remained in shirt and pink socks, she knew that Lorenzo liked it that way. He finished undressing and, sitting on the bed, he saw his girlfriend kneel down and take his already erect penis into her hand. With a sinful smile, Cassandra wrapped her lips around him and began to give him a mouthpiece. She was really good, Lorenzo always told her she was an artist and she, despite blushing every time, underneath, was happy about it. It didn't take long before Lorenzo began to moan with pleasure, Cassandra didn't move when the boy's penis started firing its fluid, in fact she continued to pump up and down. She swallowed almost everything but a small drop that remained on her cheek. She looked at her shirt and, smiling, exclaimed satisfied:

"I didn't even dirty it!"

Lorenzo was still in ecstasy "I doubt it will come clean tomorrow"

She climbed onto his lap and leaned toward him to kiss him

"Then you will have to buy me a new shirt"

Cassandra did not see the blade that pierced her belly. For a moment she did not understand what that sudden pain was due to until she looked down: Lorenzo's hand firmly gripped the handle of the knife, it sank into her flesh, on the left, just below the navel. The girl looked up and saw her boyfriend face with a broad smile and an excited gaze. Before she could say anything she felt the knife come out only to re-enter her four more times. Beneath her, she felt Lorenzo's penis turning hard.

"Fuck, Cassandra, you don't know how long I've been waiting for this moment"

"What the fuck are you doing?"

"I'm killing you, it seems obvious! I told you in the car that you'd be dead tonight!" he laughed "I've been joking about this all day, I couldn't stand it anymore!"

"But… why?"

"If I tell you: because it's terribly exciting is it simpler or more senseless for you?"

Cassandra looked at him in astonishment, looked out of the window at the cabin of her friends but a punch from Lorenzo to her face put an end to any idea of ​​seek help. As she writhed on the ground, the boy took her shorts and slipped them into her mouth, then squeezed a piece of tape twice around his head, making sure to leave his hair free.

"I told you I came with everything I needed." Seeing him naked and holding a Bowie knife in his hand, Cassandra hurried to her feet and threw herself toward the door. Closed. Her hands slammed against the wood, Lorenzo was right behind her enjoying the show. He slammed her against the wall, thrusting the knife into her back.

"It's a shame, I liked this shirt"

He took the blade and stabbed her twice more, once on the right leg, once on the left, then grabbed her by the hair and threw her on the floor, belly up. He tried to sit on her but she kept hitting him and trying to take the knife.

"You are always the usual stubborn"

After a brief struggle, Lorenzo managed to grab the girl's hands and tie them together with several layers of tape. When she finally couldn't fight anymore, she stabbed her on the left breast. What she wanted to be a cry came out only like a moan choked by the shorts in her mouth.

"Finally! I have to tell you, Cassandra, killing someone is not as easy as I thought. You are the first person I kill, you should be happy with it"

He picked her up, grabbing her by the neck and her pussy, and threw her on the bed.

"if this can please you, you are light, I think you have lost weight lately" she sat on the bed next to her, lifted her shirt and squeezed her breasts "I will miss your blowjobs, sweetie. I wanted to get the last one done before I slaughtered you" he heard a gurgling liquid coming from the girl; the shorts in his mouth were staining with blood, the girl's eyes staring at the ceiling in terror "I think I pierced the lung. Perfect, better this way. You have a few minutes to live now. And they won't be pleasant. I want to tell you that I'm going to do the same thing to your friends. I'm going to disembowel them one by one and, who knows, maybe rape them. Oops! Spoilers! But you won't be around to see it. After all it's not betrayal if you're dead, right?"

Cassandra was in shock and received only fragments of her boyfriend's ranting speech. She could not understand what she had done to deserve so much violence. The blood rose in her throat and filled her mouth, she could feel the ferrous taste but, no matter how hard she tried, she couldn't swallow it or spit it out. She was drowning in her own blood, she could feel her lungs filling with liquid. Every second seemed to never pass, in the background Lorenzo was blabbering and laughing, continuing to have fun with her body. With her arms locked by the boy's grip she could only kick but her legs were also slowly losing strength. She felt her mind fading, terrified she tried to stay awake but the darkness approached inexorably. A few seconds more and the poor girl stopped moving forever.

Lorenzo stood up, exalted. Knifing her was better than any fuck they ever did. And it was only the beginning of the evening! He had three other girls to slaughter and nobody could stop him. He just had to study his moves well.

He checked that the windows were closed and pulled out his bag. Among the clothes he had a selection of red shirts the same as the one he was wearing that night. He took one and, after taking off some of his now ex-girlfriend's blood, put it on. In the bag he also had different types of knives. This was his night, he wanted it to be memorable. He took a jackknife that he put in his pocket and a stiletto at least twenty centimeters long. Unfortunately he could not take it with him, he hid it in a small bush along the road towards the other cottage. He wanted a beer and present himself to the other girls as if nothing had happened was exhilarating.

When he entered, the girls were all with a beer in hand, Maria seemed more drunk than the others.

"Already here?"

"My lady is tired. She is lying on the bed and doesn’t move a muscle. Give me a beer. What were you doing? "

"Never I have ever," answered Maria flirtatiously, handing him a bottle.

"I like it. Come on, I'll start. Never I have ever fired with a weapon "

Sonia drank from her bottle "My father went hunting"

Maria stepped forward "Never I have ever practiced bdsm"

Lorenzo drank a drop I'm pretty sure what I did falls into the category

Elisa blushed, looking around, embarrassed, Maria looked at her, bursting out laughing. "Oh oh! You have to drink, Elisa!" the girl took a sip of beer "Now the question is: who's on top, you or Stefano? "

"Can we move on to the next question, please?"

Sonia thought about it for a few seconds. "Never I have ever … tied someone up," she said, hoping to trap Elisa but the girl didn't drink. Obviously Lorenzo swallowed but was not noticed by anyone.

With a sly smile, Elisa retorted "Never I have ever been to bed with a woman"

"What a bitch!" Sonia punched her on the shoulder and swallowed some beer.

Lorenzo threw another sip "Ah, yes? This is new! Come on, tell me!"

"It happened only once" said Sonia blushing "It's nothing, really"

"I didn't expect it from you! It's up to me, despite Elisa's attempt to change the subject: Never I have ever been tied me to a bed "

Defeated, the girl clung to the bottle again among the shouts of her friends.

It was up to Maria again "Never I have ever …" she stared Lorenzo with a lascivious look "… had to do so much pee. Sorry, I have to run to the bathroom! "

Left alone, the three looked at each other. "I only did one lap and did nothing but drink. Excuse me but there is a young lady who is dying to see me again, goodnight "

He too went out, heading towards his shack.

In the cottage, Sonia turned to Elisa:

"I hate these situations"

"What do you mean?"

"Did you see how she looked at him? I’m silent but not blind, Maria can't wait to bounce on his cock "

"Don't say crap, Maria is a bit … available, but she would never do such a thing to Cassandra"

"Meanwhile they both came out alone"

"But no, come on" Elisa looked out the window "Look, he is back to his hut"

"And from there there is also the bathroom. I do not meddle in certain things, they will do as they please” She picked up the phone again and isolated herself again in her world. Elisa did not believe her friend capable of such malice. She trusted her. Waiting, she stuck to the bottle.

When Maria came out of the bathroom staggering, she found Lorenzo waiting for her at the door.

"What are you doing here?" She said, washing her hands

"I thought we could talk a little"

"And what would you like to talk about"

"I don’t know. Tell me" he stroked her hair.

"Lorenzo, I drank, forget it, it was nothing"

"I drank too" he was getting closer and closer, pushing her against a corner

"Forget it, please. Cassandra is over there!”

"She won't bother us" he tried to kiss her but after a first moment of doubt she dodged.

"Please no. I like you, I don't deny it. But you are Cassandra’ boyfriend, I could never do this to her"

Lorenzo pulled back defeated "You're right. Sorry Maria. I wanted you to have a last fuck "

Maria frowned in confusion but before she could say anything, Lorenzo slipped the stiletto into her solar plexus, deep enough to pierce her and come out of her back, she opened her mouth, surprised. "Lo … Lorenzo …" she tried in vain to push him away but he was much heavier than her. She moaned in pain, the boy enjoyed rolling the blade inside her while he closed her mouth with his hand.

"You're a real friend to Cassandra. Don't worry, soon you’ll meet… AAH! "The girl had bitten his hand, he surprised stepped back and Maria tried to escape. She was taken aback by the feeling of the knife slipping from her meat and slowed for a moment, Lorenzo was quick to grab her by the hair before she could scream, he threw her with her back against a sink. He was on her again, slipping her stiletto up her throat.

"A fighting bitch? But don't worry, I know how to make you feel calm” As a fury, he began to stick the blade over and over again in the girl's body, hitting her in the chest, abdomen and groin. He soon lost count of how many times he had stabbed the poor Maria but he estimated that it could not be less than forty "I penetrated you in one way or another" he said panting. He let her go, happy to enjoy the show.

Maria watched her dress torn to pieces. Her perfect body reduced to a bloody sieve. For a few seconds she found the strength to remain standing but her legs gave way soon after. Trembling, with her face against the floor, she vomited blood. Her thoughts were swirling around her head, she wanted to ask Lorenzo a lot of questions but her voice didn't come out. She could feel him raising her dress and taking off her panties

"Don't worry, I'll just take a look. I save it for later "

After what? After I die? She didn't want to die but at this point she didn't have much chance to change the course of events. It was getting colder.

I don't want to die so Lorenzo please. Not on the tiles of a bathroom and with the buttocks in the wind, at least this …

The darkness finally arrived for her, after at least ten minutes of agony.

Second victim of the night, two more to kill. Lorenzo was not entirely satisfied with his stiletto: he had enjoyed making her a sieve but it was a weapon too slow to do damage. This obviously also excluded the switchblade knife he kept in his pocket. In the bag he still had a nice machete, 1 meter long and very sharp. If it was going to be a horror night, he might as well go to the classic. After taking Maria's cell phone, she went to her hut, changed his blood-soaked shirt and took the new weapon that would end the lives of the last two girls.

At least twenty minutes had passed and Maria had not yet returned from the bathroom. Elisa began to worry, Sonia looked at her with her typical 'I told you' look. Maria would never do such a thing. A message on the phone, it was Maria. "I messed up. Come here in a hurry" in disbelief, Elisa got up and, without saying a word, left the house.

She walked quickly towards the bathrooms, mentally cursing her friend.

This was supposed to be a fun weekend and it's turning into a fucking soap opera! I said it was a bad idea to bring Lorenzo here, as soon as I can get my hands on him …

The machete blade suddenly flashed, striking the girl from the front, halfway down her stomach, sinking several centimeters across the length of her abdomen . Around the corner, with an excited gaze, was Lorenzo. In shock, Elisa looked at the blade that sank into her flesh, she felt that she was pissing herself on the fright. Before she could recover, Lorenzo took out the blade, grabbed the girl by the arm and stabbed her again, from bottom to top, passing her from side to side. He crushed her against the wall laughing hysterically, Elisa's mouth was wide open, he took the opportunity to stick his tongue in and savor her lips

"I thought you liked pain! Say that you like it, say that you like it! "

The girl felt his hand make its way to her slit and rummaged with his fingers but she didn't have the strength to oppose him. Lorenzo removed the blade and a large flow of blood began to flow from the wound.

"This is a weapon! Not like that fucking stiletto"

Elisa looked down in disbelief, He had opened her in two! Her white stomach was now a red and black mess. Another lunge took her by surprise, this sank with the blade horizontally in mid-stomach, then Lorenzo began to pull the weapon to the right. The girl was in shock looking at the metal that made its way into her body, emitting moans and sobs interspersed with pleas to her killer. She slid down as her legs gave way, she felt the blade inside her making her way through tissues and blood vessels, it was a horrible feeling.

She was sitting on the ground when Lorenzo, satisfied, took the blade from her bowels. Sadistically, he slipped his hand into the wound, grabbing what he could and pulled out several inches of gut from the battered girl. He put his hand on her cheek and looked at her face "You're even paler than usual, I didn't think it was possible" wherever his hand left a red trail. He squeezed her breasts for a while, then returned to the girl's slit and began to work a little on the clitoris, just to pass the time.

"Now only one of you bitches remains. I killed you all! And you can't imagine how much fun I had, I think I came into my pants at least a couple of times" Elisa's eyes tried in vain to stare at him, tears were running down her face, she couldn't articulate a word for the shock and the pain. Her hands tried to act as a barrier to blood and guts but it was a clearly useless effort "You know, I'm a little sorry for Stefano. He is likeable and probably dreamed of killing you himself. He arrived late this time, better for me "

Elisa's agony lasted for several minutes while Lorenzo continued to take advantage of her body. Finally, bowing her head forward, Elisa became the third victim of the evening. "Still one" thought Lorenzo, getting up, more excited than ever.

Sonia was still lying on the bed, cell phone in hand. Elisa had been missing for a while, just like Maria. There had always been these small dramas within the group and she had always ignored them whenever possible. Usually they were resolved with a bit of tears and a dinner together, this time it wouldn't have been different. Lorenzo opened the door suddenly slamming it against the wall.

"God, how I wanted a stormy night right now!"

Sonia jumped when she saw the boy's appearance. His hands were red and wet, his clothes gross of blood, he was disheveled and with a psychopathic grin. But above all, in his right hand he had a long, blood-stained machete. There was also a striking erection in his pants.

"What is it, a joke?" She tried to look confident but it was obvious that something was wrong.

"No joke, Sonia" strode towards her, the girl panicked and jumped out of bed but found herself immediately stuck in a corner of the room, tried to sneak and reach the door but he stopped her with his left arm and threw her back in the corner, on the ground. He pulled a small black device out of his pocket and placed it on the nightstand next to them.

"Camera"

Sonia covered her face with her arms "Please don't hurt me, DON'T HURT ME!"

"You don't know how much I missed not hearing your friends scream. But now there is no one to hear us "

A pool of piss began to spread out in the midst of Sonia's legs "I'll do whatever you want but… please don't kill me"

Lorenzo stroked her large tits panting, went down to the navel and slipped his hands into her panties bathed in urine. Then he went up to his face, feeling her soft lips.

"You are so … soft" the machete sank into Sonia's stomach for half of its length, the girl's moans as the blade tore through her flesh was music to Lorenzo's ears that hysterically laughed "Come on, get up, get up" he lifted up the girl without removing the blade from her stomach. He put his mouth to her ear and whispered, "You're going to die, Sonia, it's over. It's all over. You will suffer and die, then I will take your corpse and I will use it at my pleasure." He sank the blade completely "At least until it is still warm".

Close to her murderer, Sonia listened to these words with horror. She didn't see a way out and all her friends were dead. She should have been sad for them but at that moment it was only her life that was pressing her, she would have given everything to get to see another dawn. The blade slowly came out of her body, it was an unpleasant sensation, like a suction. Another lunge just below the ribs, on the left, then again a central one, still below the ribs. It was 1:20 and she realized with horror that her life would end before 1:30. Another stab, right in the middle of the stomach, then she felt herself falling to the ground but met the soft bed instead of the hard floor. For a moment it was like being in her room, watching the ceiling, waiting for dinner. Then reality hit her again.

Lorenzo climbed on top of her, slipped his hands into one of the holes caused by the machete and tore the pajamas. He lifted the bra, leaving her friend bare-breasted. He grasped the machete "It's the last one, I swear it's the last one" sank the blade through Sonia's right breast, so deeply as to pierce her and penetrate the mattress beneath her. Trembling with excitement, he tore her panties and forcefully tucked her penis into her cunt "I know I said I would wait but I can't stand it anymore. Consider yourself lucky, the others didn't have a last fuck "

Sonia was only vaguely aware of what was happening down there, the blade stuck in her lung had her full attention. She tried for a moment to take it off but the pain was blinding and she gave up immediately. Before she could come up with another plan, she noticed that blood was leaking from her lungs instead of air. She looked at her red hands without knowing what to do, she was shaking like a leaf. She soon heard him moan and a white rain ended on her breast and chin. The strength left her, she was trembling for the cold despite the warm evening. She didn't want to die but it didn't matter what she wanted. It was 1:28 when Sonia, the fourth and last victim of that night, bent her head, dead.

Still exalted by that slaughter, Lorenzo remained lying on the bed next to her for twenty minutes. Now he would have the four friends all for him. He got up from the bed and went to retrieve the other three bodies, put them on the ground, side by side, almost naked, face up and legs wide. Their eyes, locked in terror of death, stared at the ceiling. They were completely at his disposal, he just had to decide where to start.

Lorenzo spent the entire night and the following morning repeatedly violating all the orifices of his ex-girlfriend and her friends. In the end, exhausted from that infernal orgy, he recovered all the micro-cameras he had placed around the campsite. They contained the memories of that incredible weekend and surely someone would pay a fortune to get them. And right now he really needed money.

When the campsite owner arrived that evening, he found the bodies of the four girls, covered in blood and semen. No trace of Lorenzo or his car. The police looked for him for a long time but nobody ever found him. His only testament, his four friends slaughtered and raped and a very expensive snuff movie on the dark web.



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I don't know why, when there are too many victims I end up getting tired. Maybe it will be because the story revolves around the killer but I seem to be repetitive. It didn't go wrong but it was better in my head.

The only addition I wanted to make is that Cassandra had to die strangled in my plan, but when she found herself on his lap trying to kiss him I had to put a knife in her belly :)

And, if someone good at drawing wanted to represent the final scene with the four corpses, one next to the other, with wide legs I would be very happy!