The Maddog

It started when I was 17.  I found a stash of porn magazines, in my Dad’s workbench.  I wasn’t so shocked that they were there, but what they were full of.  They had the most violent kind of pornography- bondage, rape, degradation- it was all in there.  What was worse, was that it was giving me a hard- on.  I was scared and excited at the same time that it turned me on.  I wondered if my Dad had anything else on his computer.  I was already quite the computer nerd.  I could get around most passwords, but my Dad had one that I couldn’t get around yet.  He was going to be home for a few days, as he was on a business trip.  I decided to get at it.  In the meantime, I decided to take care of my boner.  I picked up one particularly viscious magazine that was full of comics.  The guys had huge cocks, and the girls always seemed to be too small to take them in.  I got into one particular one, where a girl who didn’t look much older than her mid- teens getting it in all three holes at once.  I came almost at once.  I had to see what he had on his computer.  I finally hacked into his account.  I clicked onto his internet, and went to a site that seemed to be what he would be looking at.  He had bookmarked some incredible videos, including all kinds of rape, bondage, and terror.  You could tell some of those girls were acting, they were so bad at it, but then there were others who you could tell had to be real.  And whether or not they were 18 was another question. 

This was all really cool and scary, at the same time.  Then, I went to some of the archived videos.  I found some better quality stuff there.  But, I could tell that this was also not the standard stuff.  The video would start with woman, and girls, of various ages.  They would be bound in different ways, or if they were more cooperative, they would be sitting or standing.  There was one girl that I thought look familiar, but I wasn’t sure why.  She was standing in front of the camera in a Cheerleader uniform from a nearby town’s Junior High.  She sure was cute.  A voice was telling her that if she did as he said, she would be ok.  She cried and said, “Ok, just please don’t hurt me”.  He said, “do what I say”.  He came around from behind the camera, and was naked from the waist down.  It was impossible to tell who he was, as he wore a mask.    He had a huge cock.  No wonder she was scared.  I found myself excited beyond words.  He made her sit on his lap, and then he reached under her blouse, and began feeling her breasts.  They weren’t very large, since she was so young, but she screamed when he squeezed them.  He put his hand up under her skirt, and into her cheerleader panties.  Now she was really fighting him.  He said, “I told you there would be a penalty”.  He pulled a pair of handcuffs out of his bag, and cuffed her arms behind her.  She still tried to fight, but he pushed her back on the couch and straddled her with a knife to her throat.  He said, “bite me, and I’ll start slicing you up slow”.  He then forced his cock into her mouth, and her screams were muffled.  I watched as he pushed in and out, pulling her head forward at the same time.  Her legs were kicking wildly, but she couldn’t shake him off.  Finally, I saw him go so deep that he almost choked her.  Then, cum exploded out of her mouth around his cock.  He pulled out, but before she could spit it all out, he slapped what looked like a penis on a ball gag into her mouth.  I’d heard of those.  She’d have to be careful, and swallow it all, not to choke.  But, she had other things on her mind.  She was dragged by her ankles over to a table.  The man ripped off her cheerleading outfit, but was then careful with her underwear.  He unhooked her small bra, and dropped them down her arms, and then pulled her panties down.  I was mesmerized.  I felt like I was ready to cum all over again.  He pulled her up, and draped her over the table face down.  He then took out two straps, and tied her legs to each table leg.  I could hear her screaming into the gag, but she couldn’t move- he had tied a piece of rope around her waist, and around the table.  He spit on his fingers and then rubbed her pussy.  I knew at her age, she had to be a virgin.  I had recognized her finally- her name was Rachel somebody- she had murdered a few months ago in her home while her parents were out on a date.  She had been 13.  Now I knew what had happened to her- I was watching her murder right now.  Knowing the ending didn’t spoil it for me.  They had said she was a virgin, so I wondered what it would be like to see someone penetrated for the first time, especially by a big cock.  I watched him as he moved the head near her lips, and as she felt it, she started thrashing, but had nowhere to go.  He slowly pushed in, further and further, until his pelvis hit her ass.  She was impaled on him now, and any movement was gone.  He started to pant as he pushed in and out, in and out, faster and faster.  He then suddenly pulled out.  The girl started to relax a little- big mistake.  He took some of the blood that was coming from her busted hymen, and rubbed her ass with it.  She tensed up again, but it was useless.  She was impaled again, this time with one savage thrust that must have torn her up inside.  She wouldn’t have to worry about it long, though.  After making sure she was impaled, he undid her legs and waist, and carried over to where he had a chair set up.  Above it was a noose.  He used a stool so that she could stand on the chair and get some relief from her impalement by standing on the chair, but then he dropped the noose over her neck.  He then shoved the chair away.  The noose tightened a little, but being hung up on his cock saved her.  But then, he made to jump down off the stool.  He said, “this will rip me out of your ass.  You won’t have long to suffer, but I will enjoy it”.  He did what he said.  Blood and shit began to flow out of her ass after she dropped and began to strangle.  She even made as if to get back on his cock somehow, if only she could breath.  She kicked her legs around, but it got more and more weak.  Then, I saw something else.  He started jacking off.  He was doing it so that when he came, it was on her.  She was already crying, but this final indignity made her sob into her gag harder.  Finally, her movements quit altogether.  The man then took the handcuffs off, and removed the bra.  He then held up it and the panties, a matching pair of light blue, and then put them in the bag.  It was obvious that was for the camera.  He then cleaned up and left. 

I was blown away.  The thing that really freaked me out was that I came again.  I could only think of what that would have felt like.  Then I heard a voice behind me say, “pretty good video, huh”?  I thought oh shit, it’s my Dad.  I turned around expecting a beating, but instead saw him smiling.  He said, “you know, when some of the animals started getting killed around here, and after that fire, I was wondering if I had a chip off the old block.  Now I know”.  When I looked confused, he pointed at the spot on my shorts where I had cum.  I asked, “what do you mean, a chip off the old block”.  Rather than tell me, he showed me.  He took me down to the basement.  We went over to one wall, a movie rack was on it, and pulled out the Linda Blair film, “Born Innocent”.  He said, “one of the greatest rape scenes of a minor ever.  Too bad that it was almost all off camera”.  I know what he meant- I had snuck it out a few times myself to watch.  He hit a switch behind it on the shelf, and it slid soundlessly to the side.  We walked in, and he turned on a light.  It was a shrine of sorts.  Every wall had a picture on it.  All of them were of dead women or girls.  There had to be 25 of them.  Beneath each picture, was a DVD in a slot, and a bra and a pair of panties.  The girl from the video was there, her picture taken while she was still hanging.  I asked him, “Did you kill them all”?  He looked at me and said, “I did, and now what are you going to do about it”?  I said, “that depends on whether you let me go with you the next time”.  I thought if I was going to do this, I should learn from the best- the serial killer the press had dubbed, “the Maddog”.  He said, “let’s see what you can come up with”.  He went over to the other side of the museum, and through another door.  This room had just a couple of girls in it, but was ready for more.  We went through another door, and came into a huge room full of devices I had read about, or seen pictures of, but never imagined I might get to see.  I heard some muffled squealing, and looked over to where I saw a rack.  In it was a girl, who looked like she was around 15.  She had fairly big breasts for her age, if I was right about it.  My Dad said, “I set things up so that you would find out about me.  I’m glad I didn’t have to kill you.  The girl, I brought for you.  As you can see, I occasionally bring girls here.  I hacked into the membership list of a local purity club.  She’s the president, so let’s see if she isn’t a hypocrite.  I have to leave, to do the real business trip I was supposed to be on.  I want her done and gone by the time I get home”.  As he left, I walked over to the girl, stroked her cheek, and said, “just think about how much fun we’ll have together.  You’re my first, so I guess it may get a little messy”. 

The Maddog Part 2

       I walked around my prize that my Dad had left me.  She was a little plump, but still very pretty.  She had short, brown hair, and brown eyes.  She was wearing a school uniform from the same school I went to, but as she was a couple of years younger than me, and it was a large school, I didn’t recognize her.  I saw that her purse was on a table nearby, and saw her name was Patty.  She also had a flute case.  I could think of some things to do with that later.  Now, for introductions. 

       She had been following me with her eyes as much as she could since I came in.  I took her gag out and told her, “I assume that screaming is useless, since I’m sure this place is soundproofed.  I see your name is Patty, and that from your uniform, you go to my school.  Do you recognize me”?  She said, “Hell yes, I recognize you!  You’re that freak that no one wants to date, because you tried to play games with your last girlfriend”.  I hadn’t known that everyone seemed to know that.  For some reason, which I was only understanding now, I had been watching a movie with a girlfriend with a scene where people were being tied up.  I bet her that I could tie her up, and she couldn’t get loose.  She was a gymnast, so she thought it was just a fun challenge.  But, it turns out I was good at it.  She couldn’t get loose.  I told her, as what I thought was a joke, “Just think of all of the things I could do to you right now”.  Apparently, she didn’t think it was so funny.  I untied her when she demanded it, and let her go.  Maybe my Dad and I could pay her a little visit.  Anyway, I told her, “Patty, you and I are going to get intimately acquainted.  How badly you get hurt, or your surviving this, depends on whether you cooperate.  The first thing you can do is give me a blow job.  Bite me, and I will make you scream, before I even fuck you”.  I stood on a platform that placed my cock right where her mouth was.  I knew she would fight.  She had never quit struggling against the rack, even though standing like that must have been terribly painful and hard.  When I went to put my dick by her mouth, she snapped at it.  I laughed at her, and said, “Thank you.  I actually wanted a chance to pay back you and all the other snooty bitches that have ignored me”.  I took a ping pong paddle from the wall.  I thought it would cause a fair amount of pain, without a huge amount of injury.  I pulled up the skirt of her uniform, and down her panties.  I guess she thought the rape was going to start, because she started to scream.  Instead, I brought the paddle down across her ass hard.  She jumped and screamed again.  I swatted her a few times, and then her legs started to get weak.  The harder it got to stand, the harder to not have her neck squeezed.  She choked, and begged me to stop.  I finally relented, and took her out of the rack.  I straddled her head while I cuffed her hands in front of her, and then kicked her hard in the stomach to knock her down. 

       She lay there on the floor, and sobbed.  I yanked her to her feet.  I said, “Any serious fight, and I’m going to enjoy showing you more pain.  You stupid cow, you and your kind think you rule the school.  I will have terror ruling it before I’m done”.  She struck at me with her hands, so I tripped her, and hurled her onto a bed.  I chained her hands onto the headboard, and then forced her ankles into cuffs that were chained to the foot of it.  I got undressed, and then climbed on top of her.  I was kneeling between her legs, and she was begging me to leave her alone.  I started stroking her breasts, and she started screaming at me.  She had almost no room to move.  I moved down to running my finger along her vagina.  She begged me to leave her virginity intact.  I said, “Fat chance, bitch.  You’re kind took away my life at school, so now I’m taking what you value most”.  She begged me not to, but this is what I had been waiting all my life for.  I was not big, about 6”, but I was pretty thick.  It wasn’t easy getting it in to start.  She was fighting as little as she could.  I finally made it in, and her scream was loud.  She then cried in shame as I impaled her to the bed.  It didn’t take long for me to come.  I then rested next to her, and told her I would let her go, but she had to suck my cum off my fingers, as I pulled it out of her pussy.  She was willing to do anything by now.  She did as I said, and then I looked around for something else to do.  I found one of those penis gags, and gagged her with it.  She started screaming, because she knew something bad was coming.  I wasn’t going to do anything complicated.  I wanted something simple for my first time.  I uncuffed her, and moved her out to the sauna.  Now I knew why Dad had installed a hook for a chain in the bottom.  I then uncuffed her feet, and unchained her cuffed hands from the bed.  She tried to run, but I smashed her in the face twice.  I said, “I don’t have to look at your stupid cow face anymore, bitch.  It doesn’t matter what you look like.  I threw her into the tub, and then chained her hands to the hook in there.  I also forced her to kneel.  I had figured out what some tracking on the bottom of the tub was.  It was for different ways to cuff people.  I cuffed her knees down.  She had nowhere to go.  I then  started the water, filling the pool.  I knelt behind her, and took some lube that I had brought, and put it in her ass.  I shoved my finger in and out a couple of times, and then said, “Doesn’t that feel good, baby”?  She screamed into the gag, and cried, but that was all she could do.  It was obvious to her what was going to happen with the water.  I waited until it was to the point of where she was having to hold her head up, and then put my cock to the edge of her ass.  She tried to shake it off, but I managed to squeeze inside before she could.  It didn’t take me long to get it all the way in.  She was impaled on me.  I shoved in and out, and every now and then, shoved her head under the water.  I had turned off the water flow.  I wanted to drown her myself.  When I pulled her head back up out of the water, she would breathe desperately through her nose.  As I could feel that I was getting ready to cum, I finally shoved her head down under for good.  It was such a turn on that she was dying as I screwed her.  She was starting to take in water, and her struggles were dying off, as I shot my load into her.  I left the body, and went and checked on the camera.  The whole thing had been caught on camera.  I left her in the tub, and took the disk from the camera, and went inside.  I captured a still shot of her with her head out of the water, and me pelvis deep in her, and printed it out.  I put it on the next space on the wall, and the disc in the slot.  I hung her bra and panties on the hooks for them.  Fortunately, as far as the body goes, I easily figured out what he did.  I had checked the girl’s purse, and knew where she lived.  She wasn’t young enough to cause a stir yet if she was missing.  I got a wheelbarrow, and dumped her in it.  I took it out to the van, where I had laid out plastic.  I waited until 3 in the morning, when everyone was asleep, and dumped the body in the yard.  I made sure to leave a copy of the DVD taped to it for the horror factor.  I went home, removed my mask that I had worn while I was taping, and went to bed.  I wondered if I would have trouble sleeping, but I slept like a baby.  I reveled in the news the next morning- they would only say that she had been raped and murdered, but that was it.  I went on the web to some of the sicker sites my Dad frequented, and downloaded some footage, calling myself “Son of Maddog”.  I wanted to go out and get someone else right away, but I knew I needed to be patient and wait for Dad. 

The Maddog Part 3

       It was hard, but I managed to wait the two more days until Dad got home.  He brought supper from a local Italian restaurant, and we sat down over it.  He said, “You’ve done me proud, son.  Just reading what was in the news was great.  I can hardly wait to see the recording”. 

We finished eating, and grabbed some of the cheesecake that he’d brought.  I put the disc in, and hit play.  He was silent as he watched, but I could see him smile as he watched her die.  When it was over, he said, “You did good son, but there is room for improvement.  Torture, rape, and murder can be perfected to a fine art.  We need a situation where there are two women or girls.  Maybe we can find a couple of sisters, or a Mother and daughter.  I’ve always wanted to do two, but it’s too risky by myself”.  I said, “I can’t think of anything I would like to do more.  I’ll keep my eyes open”. 

Turns out that he beat me to the punch this time.  He came home one evening with a big smile on his face.  He said, “I was in the grocery store behind a woman, with two daughters.  Neither one of them could have been more than 15.  She was talking about how her and their Dad were going out of town this weekend, and now that the younger sister had just turned 13, she felt that they were responsible enough to stay home alone.  I think maybe we’ll wait until Saturday, and drop in for a visit”.  I asked, “Why wait until then?  Why not Friday”?  He said, “It’s better to give it a day.  You never know who may drop by to check on them.  By 8 or so, it should be good”. 

I almost couldn’t stand to wait.  We had decided to not try to bring them back here, since we would have several hours there.  We had checked out the house he had followed them back to- it backed up on the woods that surrounded most of that area.  We could walk in.  Saturday, we packed our gear.  He told me, one of them would be mine, so take all of the stuff I wanted, to use on her.  We both packed tasers, and then I went down to our special room.  There were just so many toys to play with.  Some I immediately eliminated, as being too big.  But, I saw something that gave me a wild idea.  It was a two sided dildo.  It was big, and if we could make it work, it was going to really hurt.  I brought handcuffs, and added rope we would need, to use the dildo.  I also got one of the ball gags that had a penis on it- I really did like to use that one.  We then took off.

We got through the woods, and came up on the back side of the house.  We had thought of a couple or ruses to use, but it turns out we didn’t need one.  They had left the back sliding glass door open, for air.  The screen door was locked, but Dad used his knife to make short work of it.  We went in.  We found the girls quickly.  The older one was just coming out of the bathroom.  She was beautiful.  She had on a t-shirt and shorts, and even with a bra, her tits pressed against the shirt.  She looked 14 or so, but was way big for her age.  Dad immediately zapped her, and ran over silently and caught her before she hit the floor.  I moved silently down the hall into the den, where the other sister was watching Scream 3.  I would bet their parents wouldn’t have been happy.  I thought, she has no idea that the movie is just a warm up for the screaming she’ll be doing into her gag.  I almost got to her, when she must have sensed something.  She started to turn around, and get up, but I got there in time to zap her in the leg.  She dropped back down on the couch. 

As I quickly cuffed her hands behind her, I looked at what was there.  She also wore  a t-shirt and shorts.  I could see a black bra against the white t.  She was obviously the younger sister.  My dad came into the room holding a couple of student IDs.  He said, “The older one’s name is Georgi.  She’s 14.  The one you have there is Kayli. She’s 13.  I’ll let you decide which one you want”.  I reached over, and touched Kayli’s breast, and then said, “She is really beautiful.  I have to have her”.  Dad said, “Then she’s yours, to do with whatever you want”.  I said, “Hold on, get Georgi, and let’s get them so they can’t move, and go explore”.  He dragged Georgi in, and cuffed her feet to one end of the couch.  I did the same with Kayli.  We gagged them both, and looked around  We didn’t find any better place for doing them except for the basement.  The cold, hard concrete would just add to their misery. 

Dad uncuffed Georgi first, and since she was awake, forced her to walk downstairs.  He told her he would torture her sister if she didn’t cooperate.  I then did the same to Kayli.  He had laid out Georgi on the floor, and had pulled up her t-shirt over her breasts.  He said, “Look at this workbench here.  Just think how creative we can get”.  I had been thinking the same thing.  I lay down next to Kayli, and started exploring her body with my hand.  I reached up under her t-shirt, and felt her small, AA-cup size breasts through the bra.  I then reached around behind her, and unsnapped her bra.  She was crying into her gag, and shaking her head, so I took it out, and said, “Scream, and I’ll put those tools in places that you don’t want them, believe me.  Am I the first person to touch you here, or are you a little whore”?  She gasped, and said, “No one has ever touched me!  Leave me alone”!  I suddenly grabbed her by her hair, and kissed her hard on the mouth.  I grabbed her breast with the other hand, and twisted and squeezed.  She screamed into my mouth, but when I pulled away, she didn’t have time to do much else before I re- gagged her.  I told her, “I hope you and your sister like to do things together, because if she’s still a virgin, Dad and I’ll be popping cherries together for the first time”.  I looked at him, and he laughed, and said, “That’s my boy!  It’s a perfect idea.  But, let’s get them wet first.  I pulled down Kayli’s shorts, and discovered she had on black panties that matched her bra.  I looked at the label, and saw Victoria’s Secret Pink.  I told Dad, and he said that Georgi was wearing it too, except hers were pink. 

We started by spitting on our hands, and rubbing their lips.  We both unbuckled our pants, and took them off.  Georgi started screaming into her gag when she saw the size of my Dad’s cock.  Kayli didn’t sound too happy about having mine inside her, either.  I made sure that the camera was filming, and said, “When this is over, wait until I show you the special thing I have planned for part 2”.  He smiled, and said, “Let’s get to it then.  I want to see who can hold out the longest”.  I saw him do something I hadn’t thought of.  He said, with smaller girl’s try this”.  He pulled Georgi over to the wall, half sat up, and forced her to where her pussy was just above his cock.  He then suddenly brought her down as he thrust up.  He went in a ways, and she howled into her gag, and tried to free herself.  He said, “You can keep her here, or do other things.  If she’s small enough, you can do this.  He stood up with her still impaled on him, turned around, and slammed her into the wall, driving himself deeper.  Her eyes flew open as she felt the incredible pain.  He backed off, and I thought he couldn’t get any deeper, but then he slammed her into the wall again, and I saw his cock go all the way in.  She was in so much pain that she screamed over and over as he split her open.  Finally, after a long time that I knew I could never match, I could see him cum.  If anything, he drove in deeper than ever before this time.  He held her against the wall, then lifted her off of him, as both blood and cum spilled out of her.  She slid down the wall, until she was lying on the floor, with a glazed look in her eyes.  I looked down at Kayli, and said, “Lucky for you I can’t pick you up like that.  You’ll just get the straight treatment.  I did like Dad, did, sitting against the wall, and then impaling her on me.  I rolled over, and pushed in and out hard, slapping pelvises with her with each thrust.  I was big enough that it had to hurt.  I then humiliated her worse, by giving her a hickey.  If she thought she would live through this, she would have to live with that.  Finally, I came.  She pulled herself over to her sister, and they lay there together, sobbing into their gags, while Dad and I rested.

He asked me, “So what’s this great plan you have?  I’d love to do something new”.  I went and got the dildo and the rope out of the backpack.  I said, “Since you’ve only worked alone, and gone after one person at a time, you may not have thought of this”.  He laughed, and said, I know just what you’re thinking son.  When we get a little rest, we can do it. 

We went upstairs, after cuffing the girl’s feet together and to each other,   we each took our girl’s bed, and got some rest.  I could smell Kayli on mine.  When we got up, we got some sandwiches from the fridge, and ate.  We then went back down to the basement.

It was obvious that they had tried to move around a little, and get free, but there was no way they could have.  I told them, “We have a special present for you now, a Maddog and son special.  I uncuffed their feet, and forced Georgi down on the floor first.  We had agreed that when it came to the anal rape, we would trade off, and I was going to let Dad go first.  He held Georgi’s shoulders down when I brought the dildo over.  She could guess where it was going, and sure wasn’t happy, as she screamed into her gag, and tried to escape.  It was useless, though, as I shoved it up into her.  Then, Dad grabbed Kayli, and brought her over.  We held them while he shoved her down onto the other side.  We tied them together like that.  They were impaled to each other, and tied so tight that they couldn’t really move.  Dad then took some lube from the desk, and put it on and in Kayli’s butt.  She knew his big dick was coming, but had no escape.  He got his cock against the entrance to her hole, and started forcing it in.  She screamed so loud that it hurt to hear it.  Dad said, “This is great.  It feels like I’m actually bumping up against the dildo in there”.  Kayli was in a terrible way, and was incoherent by now.  He finally came in her ass, and when he pulled out, shit, cum, and blood all came out.  He said, “You’re turn.  We rolled them over, so that Georgi’s ass was sticking up in the air.  She was trapped too, with nowhere to go as I lubed up her ass.  I then went in.  When I got as far as I could go, I held it there.  I reached around her, and grabbed her large breasts, and started going in and out, pulling on them for support.  Then, I had an incredible climax.  It just seemed to go on for a while.  I finally pulled out, leaving a trail of liquid like Dad did, and lay down for a minute.  He actually applauded, and said, “Come on, get up.  We need to thing of the really fun stuff now”. 

As I got up off of the floor, I started examining the workbench.  I admit, I had wondered what it might be like to crucify someone.  There were a pair of crossbeams that might work.  Hmmm, maybe do that, and then some more torture while she died- I wondered how long Kayli would last.  Dad helped me with her first.  After I finally uncuffed her hands, she tried to fight back, but was too weak.  I tied her arms to the crossbeam, and then her feet to the main beam.  She was struggling, but it was all she could do to push herself up so she could breath.  I then took a hammer, and some very large nails we found, and nailed her hands and feet to the cross.  With each impact, she screamed. 

As I was deciding what to do next, I watched what to do next, I looked at Dad, and what he was doing with Georgi.  He was going for simple, but elegant.  He said, “I wanted to show you what a true impalement is”.  He had something I hadn’t noticed before.  He said, “Apparently our girl here is going to be a drum Majorette”.  He sharpened one of the ends to an extremely sharp point, and then went over to Georgi.  I held her down while he knelt over her”.  He said, “I hope you get my point.  Thanks for a wonderful time”.  He then shoved it into her vagina.  She screamed again, and tried to get it out, but he had shoved it in deep.  He said, when I lift her in the air on it, she will eventually slide down, and it will go through vital organs.  It can take days, but we’ll add some weight, so it won’t.  He had found some ankle weights, and strapped them on, and then tied on some more weight.  While he was doing this, I had taken a knife off of the bench.  I told Kayli, how about another souvenir?  She couldn’t move, or do anything but scream, when I cut off a nipple.  Then, I had another idea.  I got some clamps, and put one on each breast.  You would think she was beyond feeling new pain, but her screams said different.  So did Georgi’s.  Georgi was saying something into her gag, so I told Dad, if she doesn’t scream let’s let her talk.  She didn’t.  She begged us to let her live, that she would do anything, if we took that baton out of her.  I said, “Will you ask me to torture your sister some more?  She was so far gone that she said, ‘Yes, do it!  I can’t stand the pain anymore”.  I took off Kayli’s gag, and said, “What do you think of that?”  She yelled, “You bitch!  Kill her hard.  Shove that baton in all the way.  I know I’m going to die, just make it quick, please! Then make it slow for her!”  I looked at Dad and said, I like what she said better”.  Together, we lifted Georgi up to where we could clamp on the baton, and she would slide down on it.  She had stopped fighting, because she realized it only made it go faster.  I turned back to Kayli, who was smiling, and she thanked us.  She must not have gotten along with her sister too well.  We then re- gagged both of them, and I pulled out my pistol.  I said to Kayli, “I guess you expect a bullet in the head.  You’re going to get one, but it won’t be quick.  I had nailed her legs apart on purpose.  I put the barrel of the gun in her pussy, and shoved it in and out a few times.  I joked, “It’s ready to cum!  Here it comes”, and pulled the trigger.  Her body jerked, and then it obviously got harder for her to breathe.  Dad and I got all of our stuff, and their bras and panties, and left.  It was easy to disappear through the woods.  They would be dead long before their parents got home in two days. 

The Maddog Part 4

       It was a really special moment when we got home.  Dad had moved my previous conquest to a corner of my own, and now I got to put up Kayli’s bra and panties.  It wasn’t easy to choose a still shot from the video, but then I was able to capture the moment that I fired the pistol into her pussy.  It was perfect.  I blew it up, and then put it on the wall.  I then made two copies of the recording of our mutual fun- one for his trophy, one for mine. 

He called me upstairs, and said, “Guess what?  The press is going berserk.  I forgot to tell you that when I checked, they were the daughters of a local newsman”.  We watched on TV as he and his wife begged for help in solving the horrible crime.  I knew I should have felt something besides sheer enjoyment, but I couldn’t help it.  I was loving the attention. 

We took a break, which I hated, for a couple of weeks.  I knew it was necessary, though.  Then, I got tired of listening to the parents whining.  I had an inspired thought.  There was no sane way that anyone would think that we would go back after the parents.  Kill the Dad, and then have some fun with the Mom.  I knew Dad wouldn’t approve of the chance I would be taking, but he was out of town.  Hell, he was probably getting some wherever he was, anyway. 

Being intimately familiar with the house helped with planning.  I knew that since he worked the early news show, they went to bed early.  I went up to the door this time.  I knew she would answer, and I told her that I knew who the killers were, but that I was scared to death of telling.  She had me come in, and offered me a soda.  When she went upstairs to get her husband, I hid behind the doorway to another room, by the stairs, where I could step out behind him. 

When they came down the stairs, I had my tazers ready.  As soon as they went by, I stepped behind them, and zapped them.  I didn’t waste any time.  I cuffed her hands and feet, and dragged her into the living room, and then dragged him in there and laid her over him.  I then gagged her, and went into the kitchen.  I was looking for the largest knife I could find. 

When I got back, with a big cutting knife, they were awake, but he was still too weak to even move her off him.  I had also brought a hammer.  I moved her down to his waist, and then told her, “There is no hope for you, anymore than there ever was for the girls”. 

I took the knife, and plunged it straight down into his throat.  I pounded it into the floor with the hammer, as he choked on his blood.  I had driven it through his adam’s apple.  Blood splattered her, as she screamed into her gag.  I told her, “You shouldn’t have been saying some of the things you did about Dad and I on the TV.  It was him who tore apart Georgi, so you don’t have to worry about that, but I’m going to make you scream”. 

Once he was finally dead, I laid her down in the pool of blood, next to him.  She tried to get away, but I was holding her down.  I wasn’t being particular careful.  I tore her nightgown off, and then pulled down her panties.  I took some of his blood and smeared it around her cunt, and then used two fingers to put it up in there.  I could see her horror at what I was doing, but she couldn’t squirm away.  I told her, “I think I’ll treat you like the bitch you are, and have you from behind”. 

I dragged her over to the couch, and buried her face in the cushions.  I then lined up my dick with her bloodstained pussy, and shoved in.  Her screams were muffled by the cushions, but I could hear them.  I reached down beneath her, and mauled her breasts as I shoved in and out. 

I finally shot off my load into her.  I pulled out, dripping her husbands blood, and my cum.  I told her, “Now comes some of the fun”.  I had brought an o-ring gag with me to try out.  I replaced the penis gag in her mouth with it, and then shoved my cock in her mouth, saying, “I know you want to bite it off.  But, just to piss you off more, let me tell you the last things your girls said.  Both of them were begging us to torture the other more, if we would just make the pain stop.  I told Kayli I would kill her fast, but then I shot her in the pussy, and left her to die hanging there”. 

I let her spit out a few words when I switched gags.  She said, “We still have a son, who’s grown, and he will never stop looking until he kills you”.  I laughed and said, “If he does, well, I’ve never had a guy.  Maybe I’ll shove it up his ass while my dad makes him blow him.  That sounds like fun.  Maybe we’ll go after him”.

She was screaming rage at me as I re-gagged her.  I hadn’t planned an elaborate death, because of time constraints, but had tortured her mentally instead. 

I went and got another knife from the kitchen, after taking some rope, and stretching out one piece from her ankle cuffs to the couch, and then another from a recliner leg to a slip knot that I put around her neck.  It was tightened to just sort of choking her.  I then grabbed the knife and hammer, and sat on her legs, so she couldn’t move.  I then stabbed her in the stomach, where my Dad had shown me would cause huge pain, and make a person bleed out, but slowly.  I drove it through the floor, so she was stuck. 

I then kneeled by her head, and licked her cheek.  She was too far gone to even scream.  I told her, “Say hi to the girls for me, especially to Kayli.  She was really special.  I wish I could bring her back just to do it again”.  She let out what sounded like a couple of curse words as I was leaving. 

On the way out, I grabbed a bra from her room that smelled of her.  When I got home, I created a new display, with a wonderful picture for my Dad of her on the floor, with the knife in her.  I had framed it so that her husband’s body was in the shot. 

The next morning, I was awakened by my Dad by my bed yelling at me to get up.  When I did, he knocked me down again.  I lay there shocked.  He had never hit me.  He said, “You dumb ass!  You could have been caught!  If the girl’s murders were all over the news before, it’s way worse now.  But, I do want to see what you did”. 

I took him downstairs to our “Museum”, and he looked carefully at the picture, and then we watched the recording.  He said, “I hate to admit it, but it was a fine job.  But, we are better off as a team.  Never act alone again unless something happens to me.  Now, let’s go out back.  I have a surprise for you”.  We went out, and I saw a dog on a chain.  He told it that I was a friend, and I went over and petted it.  I had seen pictures of the breed before, but I had never seen a mastiff.  And, even the pictures didn’t do their size justice.  Dad said, “He’s trained to be a guard dog, and also for a special trick.  Wait until you see it.  In the underground where people like you and I exist, there are a couple of people who train dogs for sex with people, voluntary or not.  I’ve even heard that they will take males too.  We can take him with us when we go out again”.  I smiled at the idea of it.  This was just going to be even more fun than before.