Prelude:
"Sorry girls, you need to leave the water now. It’s time we close up the pool,"
I murmured, my voice echoing off the damp tiles as I reviewed the footage one last time. A smug, predatory smile pulled at my lips before flickering out into a cold stare. The contrast was essential: the girls needed to be seen laughing and splashing—vibrant with life—before the "action" began. It made what would follow hit harder; gave their eventual expiration a sense of tragic authenticity.

The girls were blissfully unaware of the lenses watching them, illegally of course, though that would be a legal oversight I didn't care to rectify. What I was about to do to them wouldn't be legal in any civilized corner of the earth anyway. I relied on the dozens of cameras tucked into the shadows, watching the three with unblinking eyes. The many perspectives gave the footage a raw, voyeuristic quality.

By now, I had memorized their names from their frequent shouts. Elisabeth—Lizzy—was the smallest, barely ten years old, her face a mask of wide-eyed wonder as she trailed behind her sister, Katharina. Katha was a stunning twelve-year-old, her body beginning to curve with the soft, heavy weight of early puberty. Both possessed skin dusted with freckles and hair like tangled fire; their eyes were a piercing, crystalline blue that seemed to hold onto the light. Then there was So-Yeon, whose Korean name suggested a grace she lived up to—she was the most demure of the three. I watched her struggle with the fact that the pool was supposed to close almost half an hour ago, and that they were supposed to be on their way home of actually home already.

Once I ushered them into the locker room, the transition began. Ten minutes prior, I had flooded the shower with an invisible haze, a heavy sedative gas designed to put cows to sleep. It worked perfectly on these "calves," too however, whose teats would never fill with milk because their hearts would soon stop beating.

The moment all three collapsed into a heavy, rhythmic slumberlike trance was captured by the cameras hidden in the vents above. That was the Art: documenting every micro-movement that transitioned these joyful beauties from pulsing life to pitiful, gruesome death by murder.

Watching them breathe in that shallow, drug-induced rhythm sent a familiar ache through my loins. Clad only in a balaclava, I stepped into the shower and hoisted them up, carrying them toward the storage room where the real fun would begin. The "blue pills" were working their magic, keeping my cock at a constant, throbbing readiness, also fueled by the deep, carnal satisfaction I always felt during the preparation of a murder—a sexual tension that builds as you watch your prey. The hardon remained all the time, even during the session of hard work as I carried each of them down to the cellar, to the place of their impending doom.

I started with little Lizzy. I cinched zip ties around her wrists and ankles, pulling them until the plastic teeth bit deep into her skin, forcing the blood to pool in her extremities. She winced, a tiny twitch of her face in her half-conscious state as I lowered her onto a large, grease-stained cardboard sheet.

The room was cavernous, a forgotten void filled with the debris of time—heaps of rusted building materials and trash that had sat since the pool’s construction. In the corner, a bucket of paint stood like a tombstone, the surface of the paint inside long cracked and dry.
This was the room how I had found it. I had added only a few hooks to the ceiling for my prey, and the cameras to witness every shuddering breath and final scream.
Katharina’s hands were bound similarly, though slightly looser than Lizzy's, as I hoisted her onto a ceiling hook. The zip ties dug into her skin, coaxing a low, involuntary moan from her trance-filled throat from this "calf" that was waiting to be butchered.

So-Yeon winced too as I draped her across a jagged heap of old metal bars and rubble. Her body settled into the sharp edges, a position that looked painful even in sleep. But I felt only growing arousal.
In my mind, I had already begun to strip away their innocence, calling them "stupid bitches" and "worthless cunts." It was the ultimate sign of my hunger; I could barely wait to thrust my cock into those young, unblemished bodies... and then tear them apart in a way only my gut could decide.

Murder of Loose little Lizzie

The drug’s grip finally loosened, and Lizzie’s eyelids fluttered. She was the last of the three still drifting in that dreamless haze—the smallest body being the hardest to wake because her body needed longer to process the drug. As she blinked into consciousness, a jagged wail erupted from her sister, who was already cursing my name, begging for mercy or at least a reprieve from the impending pain.
I took a moment to gather my "Tools of the Trade." I wanted Lizzie first; her tied body lay draped across the cardboard like a discarded doll in front of Katharina, who hung from the ceiling, her knuckles white as she fought against her hooks, attempting to unhook herself yet for no avail. What I wanted was to capture Katha’s face as she watched her little sister die—the raw, helpless agony of the survivor.
Lizzie jolted awake when my toolbox hit the concrete with a heavy thud. The vibration silenced her sister's sobbing for a heartbeat, allowing me to savor the hitching, panicky rhythm of the fearful breath of the three.

I uncapped a bottle of lube and coated my cock until it glistened, the friction making it pulse with renewed vigor. Then I dropped onto the cardboard behind the ten-year-old ginger beauty. She lay face down, her small hips tilted up, her limbs bound tight.

With a practiced movement, I drew out a sharp combat knife from the toolbox, which I knew like the back of my hand, and sheared through the zip tie at her ankles. I seized the small of her back, my hand gripping her neck like a vice, and shoved her violently downward into the cardboard.

"Let me Goooooaahaha..."

she wailed, the sound panicky and strained.

"Please MISTER... you are hurting meahahaaa."

The wailing died in her throat as I drove the combat knife into the side of her chest. A sickening hiss escaped the hole it punched—the sound of air escaping a punctured vessel as her right lung collapsed. She began to gasp, short, desperate bubbles of air escaping her lips, while, suspended from the ceiling, Katha let out a high-pitched shriek; she was hanging only a yard away from Lizzy’s face, forced to witness everything I did.

I gripped my throbbing length and guided it toward Lizzy’s virgin pussy.
"Headaches still, Lizzie baby? That’s just the gas working on your stupid cow brain. Problems finding your bearings? Let me help."
I leaned in close, my voice a low growl.
"You are in hell now, darling. I will torture you until you beg me to kill you. And then... I will MURDER you."

I grunted as I seized her waist and hauled her upward, shoving my cock into the tight opening. I applied pressure, forcing it home with a brute shove that split her hymen like a ripe fruit.
She screamed—a raw, visceral sound that made the other girls shudder in realization. She was gasping now, her mouth hanging open like a fish out of water, managing only a pained, sobbing whisper:

"Please..."

"It’s just sex, Lizzie. Your first and last ever. I am going to fuck you like the stupid whore you are."

I began to rape her with rhythmic intensity. My left hand clamped her waist, allowing my cock to sink deeper into her twat, which gripped me like a vise of wet, warm velvet. It was a necessary violence; something so tight required force to yield.

Halfway through, I buried my fingers in her ginger hair and yanked back while simultaneously grabbing the handle of the knife embedded in her chest. Using both as handles, I began to fuck her with a frantic pace, the blade rummaging through her ribs, grinding against bone and causing who knew what kind of internal bleeding that made her body shudder with every thrust.

"Oh Lizzie, I just murdered you... even if it will take a while till you croak…"

I grunted as she finished screaming, her voice now weak from the lack of oxygen. As my seed sputtered into her cunt for the first time, I whispered into her ear:

"Can you feel my sperm? That’s how it feels to watch you suffer... but if you beg me... I will end it."

"Help..."

she stuttered, her voice cracking like dry parchment. Her sister screamed from above, a raw, melodic sound of pure hate.

"You MONSTER... let her go, you fucking freak!"

So-Yeon was sobbing violently in the corner, her eyes wide with the understanding that this massacre was only beginning, and in the end there was her death.

"You hear that, Lizzie? Katha is being a naughty girl, calling me names. I don't like that. But I bet she’ll stop if I make you pay the price."

I rummaged through my box and pulled out the “monster” a thick dildo encrusted with metal spikes and jagged blades. Its tip was a single, lethal point. Even without the thorns, it was wide enough to stretch any orifice to its breaking point; with them, it was a tool designed to pulp the innards of a woman.
I led this monster to Lizzy’s anus and thrust it home. I watched with rapt delight as the blades sliced through her anal sphincter, tearing the flesh apart. Blood began to fountain from the opening as I hammered the dildo in and out. It tore pieces of meat from her guts, some of which spilled out in slick, small glistening bloody heaps.

Lizzy however couldn't scream properly anymore; she could only make a low, wet bubbling sound.
In a fit of morbid curiosity, I thrust the dildo in like a sword until it hit the hilt. Then further. Deeper. Until the handle vanished into her loose shithole. Using my thumb, then my fingers, and finally the handle of a heavy hammer, I shoved the murderous tool deep inside her body until the pointy tip pierced through her lower right ribcage, just below the knife.

"You are lucky," I chuckled. "If it had come out the left side, your other lung would have collapsed too. This gives you plenty of time to suffer. It must hurt as hell... but serves you right, you whore, to croak like a sow on a spit."

I sliced through the zip ties at her wrists. She was too weak to crawl anyway. I flipped her onto her back. Her face was a ghostly pale, her eyes panicky and accusing as she clung to her last shreds of life. A small puddle of blood began to pool beneath her butt.

Katha and So-Yeon wailed in unison. It was clear now: Lizzy was dying, and Katha knew she was next. Fear had turned Katha’s tongue to lead; she could no longer find the strength for insults.
Because the "blade and thorns" dildo sat so deep in her body—the tip protruding from her ribcage like a metal tooth—I decided I could safely rape Lizzy's body one more time. I knelt, grabbed her freckled legs, and pried them apart to sink my cock into her tiny twat again, where the remnants of my earlier climax still dripped.

I wasn't gentle. I clamped my hand around her throat and began to fuck her viciously, her body shaking and bending beneath me like a reed in the wind. Her chest heaved—the one side that still functioned—as I tore the combat knife from her side and thrust it into her right chest until it vanished between two ribs. Grabbing the blade with my left hand and her throat with my right, I began to fuck the croaking Lizzie like a stallion on speed.

Her body shuddered around the two objects slicing through her flesh. She was gargling nonsense now, barely able to summon the strength to sob as her body trembled around the carnage of my thrusts.
"Does it hurt, you little cunt? I hope it hurts. That’s all you deserve. But I am not without mercy... if you wish, I will end it. I know you are weak. You can whisper it into my ear."
I moaned, bending forward to press my ear against her trembling lips. She sobbed a low, broken sound.

"K....K....Kill... me...."

She didn't even finish the word before I tore the blade from her chest and began to stab her torso with sadistic vigor. Tshkt... thshkt... tshkt... The blade hammered into her freckled skin, littering her pale complexion with deep, jagged wounds.

"YES... DIE... DIE YOU WHORE! CROAK LIKE THE SLAUGHTERED SOW THAT YOU ARE, LIZZIE!"

Her body was panicking in its final throes, the realization hitting that her ruined lungs could no longer provide sustenance. Then, I led the serrated blade to her neck and began to saw through her throat—one back-and-forth movement in sync with every thrust into her pussy.
Blood spilled out in a gushing fountain, painting my face and her naked torso in a warm, copper wash. I grabbed her ginger hair and lifted her head, watching the spark of life drain from her eyes.

"DIE!!!"

I ordered her one last time, driving my cock deep into her pussy as it cramped violently in death spasms. Then, finally, Lizzy’s eyes went dull and dead.

When her head dropped back to the floor, landing in the wet, crimson cardboard, the pitiful wailing of Katharina—mourning her sister's passing—was music to my ears.

The murder of Katha the Cunt

I wasn't finished. With a surge of sadistic fervor, I drove my blade into Lizzie’s neck, sawing through the dead meat with an ugly, wet ripping sound. I had to lean my weight into it, pushing the steel through the vertebrae until the spine finally gave way, separating her head from her torso in a spray of gore.

I held the severed head aloft for Katha to see like a gruesome offering. I turned Lizzie’s corpse around so her sperm-slicked pussy pointed toward her sister, then draped Lizzie's head dead center onto the pelvis of her own body. Her accusing eyes stared out with a lolled tongue, a silent witness to the carnage.

“I am going to rape this head later, you know? I’ll fuck it through her dead esophagus and cum into her mouth from the wrong side. I will do that with all of you girls. You know… I plastinate the heads of all my victims. Don't you think she looks beautiful like that? So still, with her tongue lolled out as if caught in a life-altering orgasm. Well, it surely altered her from life to DEATH.”

I grunted in satisfaction as I reached for the barbed wire cat-o'-nine-tails. I approached Katha, who hung from the ceiling of my little torture spa, the zip ties biting into her wrists until they were white and raw.

“You monster... you fucking asshole...”

Katha screamed, her face a distorted mess of tears and desperation—a portrait of pure hate for what I had done to her baby sister. She was about to hurl another volley of insults when the metal wire lashed out, striking her with a violent crack. Whatever words she intended were drowned in a blood-curdling shriek as the wire bit into her skin.

With every strike, the barbed wire didn't just hit; it lacerated, peeling back layers of skin and muscle to leave behind bloody rivulets that ran down her freckled frame. It was a symphony of destruction.
“Yes, SCREAM, Katha… I will murder you now. And it will hurt. SOOOO MUCH!”

I hauled off for another hit, circling her like a wolf. The only thing I spared was her face—now red and swollen from exhaustion—as she managed simple, guttural cries:

“NOAAAAHAHAHA… PLEASE!!!!”

The pain had stripped away her ability to speak in full sentences. As I circled her, the sight of her misery—the way her body became a bloody mess and the looming promise of her rape—sent my cock back to a state of rigid hardness. After several more passes, nearly every inch of her skin was mapped with red lines, the dripping blood forming an ever growing puddle on the concrete below. Her body had initially stiffened with each impact, but now it began to retreat into energy-saving mode; she no longer had the strength to fight the whip, so she simply accepted the onslaught.

This was the moment I lived for. I hated it when they struggled too much during rape—it’s hard to find leverage when a victim is thrashing like a landed fish. But over dozens of victims, I learned that you must tire them out first. It looked better on camera, too; my audience loved to see the transition from frantic resistance to heavy, sagging surrender.

I rammed the combat knife into her belly and let the cat-o'-nine-tails fall. As the blade sank in, she made a face as if she wanted to heave—a priceless expression of nauseated shock. I pushed it down with an ugly tearing sound, slicing through her abdomen and belly button until a huge vertical slit adorned her blood-coated stomach.

With a satisfied grunt, I lifted the serrated edge once more and drove it into her heaving chest, just past her budding breast, through the ribs and deep into her lung. It collapsed with that same wet hiss Lizzie had made.

“There… you like that, you fucking whore? Does that hurt? That’s for calling me names.”
I grabbed her thighs and ass, lifting her light body slightly so I could slide my cock into her virgin pussy. And then I raped her. It was exquisite. The exhaustion and the lack of breath had stolen her impetus to resist; she seemed to wish for the end as I rammed home, tearing her hymen wide. There is a primal joy in using this "stupid cow" as a mere tool—making her feel like nothing more than a bag of flesh whose only purpose was to satisfy my violent urges.

I fucked her harder and harder until her legs flailed uselessly. As I did, I shoved my hand into her open abdomen and began to pull her innards out. I took coils of her bowels and dropped them to the ground where they lay in slick, incoherent loops like a tangled garden hose. I pulled and pulled until something deep inside her finally tore—I could have used the knife, but the raw sensation of pulling her guts out while raping her felt infinitely better. It turned Katha’s face into a masterpiece of nauseated pain, bringing me to the very edge.

“I just murdered you… you dumb sow. Do you know how long soldiers lay on the battlefield with spilled guts before death finally takes them? Hours, Katha. Hours. You WILL die, but it will be slow and painful… you will croak like a dog, just as the worthless piece of shit that you are deserves.”

I spat into her face, the moisture hitting her trembling lips.

“I am the only one who can save you from it now…”

The surge of power made me reach back into her emptied belly, searching for the meat deeper down.When I sensed pieces of meat which lifted and sunk in the rhythm of my rape I clutched my hand around them and immediately felt the additional tightness around my dick.

Katha wasn’t looking at me anymore; her face was a desperate grimace of fear, her tears falling into the ever-growing puddle of blood. She hadn't seen these lows coming—it had broken her mind. She was nothing but a tool to satisfy my urges. She was nothing… and she began to realize that… soon… she would die.
I came. Deep inside her.

“Kill me please…” she whispered.

I leaned closer to her ear to answer:

“Not yet, you whore. You die when I want it. Let’s get you and your sister a bit closer together, hmm? Would you have liked to have held her in her final moments? Let's make that happen.”

I grunted as I pulled my cock from her cunt and walked over to the corpse of her sister. I grabbed Lizzy’s head by her ginger mane with my left hand and turned back to Katha, who hung miserably, her head sunken onto her bloody chest, desperate for the end.

I put Lizzy's head on the floor once more and tore the combat knife from Katha’s chest. I plunged both arms into her belly, feeling for the meat I had held earlier; I grabbed it, stretched it, and then sliced it off, testing with the blade to see if it would emerge from her cunt if I pushed it through. It did.
Then things followed quickly. I pulled the knife out of her belly again and thrust it into the other side of her chest, collapsing her remaining lung, as it sank deep into the pulp of her flesh. Katha’s body began to shake in death throes, summoning her last reserves of futile strength as she tried to draw breath through her ruined lungs.

Her eyes widened, her body twitched, when I took Lizzy's head from the ground and stuffed it into Katha’s hollowed-out belly. I grabbed both sides of the gaping wound and tore them aside like a curtain, allowing Lizzy's dead head to look back at me from inside her sister's torso.

Pushing down on Lizzy's dead head and grabbing Katha’s waist for leverage, I began to fuck Katha’s pussy with my cock—hard again, fueled by the sadistic joy of her impending death and the ungodly amounts of Viagra coursing through my veins. The moment I felt my cock sink into both her pussy and Lizzy's squelching neck—witnessing my tip appear in the back of little Lizzie’s dead throat—I used my other hand to grab Katha’s neck, lifting her head so she would look at me as I desecrated her weakening body.

She was croaking miserably as I continued to fuck her sister’s neck through her cunt. I wasn't even sure if she was witnessing this further violation or if she had drifted too far into the void already. She began to twitch in ever more intense death throes, each caused by an unsuccessful attempt to draw breath through her ruined lungs, each riling me up until I finally came.

“DIE, YOU STUPID WHORE! DIE! DIE! DIE!”

I screamed at her.

As my climax finished and she wasn't quite gone yet, I pulled the blade from her chest and RAMMED it sideways through her neck, pulling it out through the front in one violent motion. A fountain of blood gushed over me, hot and heavy. I dropped the knife with a metallic clank and grabbed Katha’s hair, forcing her to look at me so I could witness her final spark vanish.

“Yes... serves you right.”

I grunted as I saw the life leave her eyes until they were finally dull and lifeless.

I had murdered her.