Mandi didn't seem to realize that she was strapped to the table that I used for butchering animals. The urge again came over me to go and get my knives out and cut her into little pieces. "Why not? What else was she good for," I thought to myself as I looked down at her battered cunt. I placed my case of knives on the table and opened it. I looked down at her wondering just where to begin. Her cunt was still looking back up at me. Was it laughing again? I looked through my selection of knives. Which one should I start with? There was very little that I enjoyed more than skinning a living creature. I decided to use my smallest knife. I didn't trust myself with one of the larger ones. I wanted it to go slowly. I waved the blade in front of her face. Something was definitely wrong with her. She wasn't reacting to me at all. I placed the tip of the blade just under her left nipple and slowly pushed it in. It disappeared under her breast.

Mandi didn't make a sound. Slowly I drew the blade across the bottom of her nipple. She laid silently, just as if I wasn't doing anything to her. Blood was running from her nipple down her belly. It ran around her pubic bone and between her cunt lips. It was dripping onto the floor. Just one more push of my blade and her nipple would be mine. It really bothered me when messy blood got all over the floor. I withdrew the knife from her breast and got a bucket to collect the blood. I placed the bucket on the floor between her legs. Blood was going drip, drip, drip, into the bucket.

"Did those bad men hurt you Master?" I heard her pitiful voice saying. "They didn't hurt you, did they Master?, I would die if they hurt you." She seemed to have no idea of where she was or what was now happening to her. She was in her own little world.

I picked up the knife again. "Before this night is over I'm going to cut you into little pieces," I said smiling down at her.

"That's nice Master. I'm glad you are okay," she replied smiling up at me.

"That cunt is laughing at me again," I thought to myself. I looked down at her spread out legs. "It's that clit doing all the laughing," I said aloud. "It's always hiding beneath its hood." I spread the lips of her pussy and lifted the skin over her clit. "I know what you need," I said. I pulled up on her hood. I put the edge of the blade just underneath it. I began to slowly move the blade upward about an inch and a half. Then I slid the blade across another inch. I slowly drew the blade down the other side until a large flap of loose skin dropped into my hand.

I looked into her face. There was a look of confusion in her eyes. She knew that something had just happened, but she wasn't sure what it was.

"I have just circumcised you. Now your clit can never hide from me again," I said laughing at her. I held the flap of skin up for her to see. She stared blankly at it. I began to flick her exposed raw clit with my finger. Mandi grunted a few times but there was no real reaction. The skin from under her severed hood was bleeding profusely. There was almost a steady stream of blood running into the bucket.

Suddenly I felt very tired and bored. I missed the screaming, the begging I had expected. Mandi wasn't playing the game by the rules.

I cleaned off my knife returning it to the case. I was still holding the flap of skin I had cut from her cunt. I put it into my mouth and lovingly rolled it around on my tongue. It tasted exactly like her. I began to chew, feeling its rubbery texture. The taste was wonderful. The flavor of her cunt was exploding in my mouth. I swallowed it.

I left Mandi strapped to the table, dripping blood into the bucket as I walked from the barn. "Maybe she will be a little more responsive in the morning," I thought as I returned to the house. Daylight was already upon me. I looked at my watch. It was 6:30 a.m. I decided to drink some coffee before I turned in.

As I was drinking my coffee I noticed Mandi's bag still on the floor beside me. I decided to take another look through it. The first thing that appeared before my face was the story written by her friend Heather. I decided to read a little more of the story before turning in. Before I realized it two hours had gone by. I read the last chapter of her story several times. It was totally outrageous. I could understand how they had become friends. It gave me ideas that I had never thought of before. Heather had written about a fetish called [B.A.T.S.]. Its initials meant 'Burning at the Stake.'

"What a beautiful way to end my relationship with Mandi," I thought to myself. Heather had taught me a new game. I wondered how popular it really was. I laid down on the couch and didn't wake up until 4:30 p.m. By the time I had more coffee and changed my clothes it was almost 6 p.m. I decided to go out to the barn and see how she was doing. When I turned the light on in the barn her eyes popped open.

"Bruce! What is happening? Why am I strapped down here? Please let me go. I hurt so much," she begged. My little cunt was aware of her surroundings again.

"I read your friend's story this morning," I said to her. "I really liked the ending the most. The part about [BATS]."

"That's her fantasy. Not mine," she pleaded, her voice rising loudly.

"Admit it," I said. "You are Heather, aren't you? You wrote that story, didn't you?" I laughed.

"Please, Oh, Please, No! It's not me. I'm not Heather!" she begged. I was just playing with her. I knew she wasn't Heather. Mandi wrote okay stories. Heather was a pro. There was no comparison to their writings. I looked into the bucket on the floor. She had bled easily a good quart of blood into it. She would be very weak from the loss of blood. The thought of her offering no resistance pleased me.

"We have a long way to drive," I said as I removed the restraints from her arms. She crumpled into a pile at my feet.

"We are going to take a drive to my hunting cabin. It's very peaceful there." I threw a blanket over her, wrapping her up in it. I then picked her up and carried her over to my truck. I opened the passenger door and dumped her inside. For a moment, a slight fear came over me. What would I say if a highway patrol car stopped me. I guessed I would just be dead meat. I roared off down the highway. It was already starting to get dark.

Mandi complained all the way there. She kept blubbering about being good and not wanting to die. She just wouldn't shut up. I couldn't wait to get to the cabin.

It was almost ten p.m. when we arrived at the cabin. There was no place more peaceful and quiet than my Daddy's hunting cabin. He built it when I was five years old. We used to come here every year, hunting black bear until one day a black bear killed him.

"My dad built the perfect device for skinning black bears," I said to Mandi. "It's simple but effective. Just a big steel pipe buried in the ground with a pulley on the top and a long steel cable attached to it."

She hadn't heard a word I had said. She was rolled into a ball, fast asleep. It was very cold outside. She would be just about frozen before Heather's game was underway. I wondered if she might appreciate the game a little bit more because of that. I decided to leave her in the truck while I got everything ready for her.

The pole, cable, and pulley, were still in place. I tied one end of the cable to the front bumper of the truck. The other end looped over the pulley at the top of the pole and was dangling onto the ground. Next, I went over to the woodshed and began filling the wheelbarrow up with wood. I made several trips back and forth from the woodshed to the pole.

"I hope Mandi appreciates the nice pile of wood I have made for her," I thought laughing to myself. It was a pile about four feet high up the pole and the same distance outward all the way around it. The wood was maple that I had cut almost two years ago. I could just look at it and it would burn. My heart was pounding wildly. I looked up into the sky. The moon and stars had vanished. Mother Nature was cooperating tonight, just like she did every night at this time of year. The mist from a nearby lake was drifting in over us. Soon it would be hard to see more than fifty feet. The mist rolled in like a giant cloud over us.

"This is going to be perfect," I thought. "The light won't travel more than a hundred feet. Mandi and I can play in total privacy."

I could feel my heart pounding in my throat as I walked towards the truck. I opened the passenger door. Mandi was still sleeping. I reached in and grabbed her by her wrist, pulling her out of the truck. She fell to the ground with a thump, letting out a howl from the pain. I dragged her along the ground towards the woodpile. I could have stopped and let her stand up to walk but I felt so much more powerful doing it this way. I dragged her up to the pile and dropped her beside the pole.

"Please Bruce, it's so cold. Please give me something to wear. I'll freeze to death like this," she begged. I could hardly hear her words as I picked up the end of the cable. I grabbed her hands and placed them together. I began wrapping the cable around her wrists. I must have wrapped the cable more than twenty times before I stopped. I could see her hands were already turning blue.

"It's too tight. I can't feel my hands," she sobbed. "Please Bruce, can't we go into the cabin? Please? I'll be good. I'll do anything you want. Please let me go, please!"

Mandi had no idea how much her begging was exciting me. It was the reason why I did this with women; to hear them beg for mercy. She was playing the game perfectly now. I walked back to the truck and started up the engine and began backing up the truck. As the cable drew tighter around Mandi's wrists she began to scream. She screamed the entire time the cable pulled her up the pole. I stopped the truck when I saw her feet dangling just above the woodpile. Her body was glistening white as snow in the brightly lit headlights of the truck. I left the headlights shining on her naked body.

I went to the shed for a five-gallon can of kerosene. I soaked the wood all around the perimeter of the pole. I didn't put any kerosene close to her struggling body. I didn't want the whole thing to flare up into a huge blaze that was out of control. We had all the time in the world.

I saw that Mandi was kicking the pole with the back of her heels. They were already beginning to bleed. That won't do," I thought to myself. "I'll have to do something about that."

I quickly cut a green branch from a nearby Alder tree. It was almost six feet long. I climbed the pile to where she was hanging. I could hear her voice pleading with me. She was sobbing and begging, but I couldn't hear her words. Her sobbing and pleading filled me with renewed energy and desire. I tied one of her ankles to an end of the Alder branch and her other ankle to the opposite end of it.

Now she looked more beautiful than ever. Her legs were spread so wide that it looked like she was doing the splits for some demented cheer. The pressure from her legs being spread so wide caused her circumcision to start bleeding again.

Her cunt was glowing bright red in the lights from the truck. I placed my fingers between the lips of her pussy. They slid into her with no resistance. "Please. Please take me down; please let me go. Please take me into the cabin and make love to me. I want you inside me Bruce. Please let me down," she pleaded.

For some reason I could hear her words again. I didn't like that. And then I realized why. My cock was swollen and throbbing wildly in my pants. I desperately needed her cunt. I looked into her eyes. They were pouring out tears and pleading with me just the same as her voice was doing.

"Oh well, all right. Just one more time," I said, smiling deceptively back at her. I saw a swift and fleeting look of relief come over her frightened face. It wasn't there for long. I opened my fly and released my throbbing cock. The cold night air felt wonderful on my heated flesh. I could feel it twitching from the icy cold. My standing upon the woodpile right in front of Mandi made her the perfect height for my purpose. Her legs were spread wide and her pussy was well lubricated by the blood still slowly dripping from her clit. I held my cock in my hands positioning it between her lips. I thrust forward as hard as I could. I felt it bury itself deep inside her. I heard a loud ringing sound; almost like a bell. I realized it was her spine slamming up against the steel pole. There was nowhere for her to go except right into the pole. Her spine was making it ring like a giant bell. I slammed into her harder and harder, trying to make it ring even louder. I was having so much fun. Only her screams were louder. Just as I was about to cum I noticed her partly severed nipple from the night before. I put it into my mouth and began to suck on it. I could taste her liquid filling my mouth. I knew that it was her blood. I tried to imagine what it must feel like for her right then. Her spine slamming repeatedly into the steel pole, her raw and bleeding clit grinding harder and harder against my pubic bone. And now her nipple was about to be ripped from her body. I bit down as hard as I could while pulling my head back. Her screams were deafening. She didn't seem to be pausing to breathe. I could feel her nipple giving way to my gripping teeth. In the next instant it came free of her, falling into my mouth. I felt an unusual warmth on my face. It was blood squirting from the hole in her breast. In the midst of all this my cock began to erupt inside of her. I could hear a roaring echo through the trees. I realized it was me. It felt like my entire insides were exploding into her. I was unable to remain standing any longer. I dropped to my knees. My eyes were now level with her pussy. I could see my cum and her blood mixed together. Her cunt wasn't laughing at me any more. It almost looked as if it were now begging for mercy.

"I'm not finished punishing you yet," I said looking directly at her cunt. "I have one more punishment for you." I climbed down from the woodpile and stood looking up at Mandi. She looked like a complete mess. It was time to finish the game. I had a small bucket filled with kerosene resting on the ground beside me. A stick with a rag tied to the end was waiting inside it. I raised the stick from the bucket and used a match to light the rag. The flame lit up the night sky. Drops of flaming kerosene were falling to the ground. I stood at the edge of the woodpile looking into her eyes. She still looked beautiful. Her light skin shone against the dark night. She was looking down at me. "No, no, please, I don't want to die. Please don't do this to me. Please, please. I am so scared. Please stop. Please let me go," she pleaded again and again. Mandi had been pleading steadily with me to let her go. If she only knew the truth. The only reason I hadn't dropped the torch onto the pile of wood was because I was enjoying her whimpering entreaties so much. At that moment I knew what it must feel like to be a God. I had the power of life or death over her.

As I slowly lowered the torch towards the edge of the woodpile I felt the awesome feeling of power surging even stronger within me. The torch had barely touched the wood when it sprang to life. The fire raced rapidly around the pile joining at my feet. The entire outer edge of the pile was now burning. I could hear the wood crackling aloud as it began to burn. I could hear Mandi's wild cries over the sound of the burning wood.

"Oh God, Oh God, I'm so sorry," she was sobbing loudly.

"The Bitch thinks God will help her," I thought scornfully to myself. "It will be The Devil that reaches out for her." I really wished that I had brought along a camera.

"The next time I do this I'm going to have a camera or a camcorder. This is so much fun," I thought.

I could see the smoke rising into the air. Mandi was now finding it harder to breathe. She was coughing steadily from the dense smoke surrounding her. I stood motionless, almost unable to move as I heard her squealing and watched her futile struggles to free herself. The smoke was now filling her lungs. I knew the end would be here soon. The flames suddenly blazed above her on all sides, surrounding her body. It all happened so quickly. I could only see her through the flames now. I could see the long flames licking out at and around her. It was as though they wanted to seduce her for themselves.

I moved as closely beside her as I dared to. I was only a few feet away.

She was looking down at me. Her eyes fixed into mine. The flames were licking between her spread legs. The fluffy hair between her legs ignites and then is gone. The flames were greedily licking at her cunt. It looked like they were trying to enter her. Her screams were being drowned out by the roar of the fire. All at once her entire body seemed to turn into one big flame. The flame danced high, reaching up into the night sky. All I could see was the flame.

It was now over. There was nothing more to do. I went back to my truck and shut off the engine. The roar from the raging fire was deafening. I was covered in sweat. My heart felt like a lump in my throat.

"This is definitely the most wonderful night of my life. I have never experienced such emotions before. I never knew it was even possible to feel so wonderful," I said aloud to the night. I felt exhausted as I dragged myself back into the dark cabin. I collapsed onto the bed. I had never felt so wonderful in my life. I was falling into the darkness of sleep. My only thoughts were of Mandi,,,,,Beautiful Mandi,,,,,,,Mandi,,,,,,,,Mandi,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,MANDI,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,MMMM,,,, MMMMMMM,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,

"I'll CALL THE DOCTOR," were the first words I heard. I felt like I was going to be sick. My belly felt like it was being eaten by the flames. The pain was almost unbearable. My head was throbbing. There seemed to be hundreds of bright lights shining down on me.

"Is this Heaven? It feels more like Hell," I thought to myself. I knew that I had done some shameless things in my life, but I never expected to go to Hell. "This certainly can't be Heaven," I thought. "I'm in far too much pain, and I feel so sick."

The words I had just heard a moment earlier still echoed in my mind. I remembered the voice saying that it was going to call the Doctor. I felt totally confused. All I was sure of was that I was still alive and that I wasn't tied to the burning stake any longer but I had no idea of where I was, or why this was all happening.

"And how is my favorite patient doing?" I heard Bruce's voice saying in a cheerful tone. "When I saw your name on the chart I couldn't believe my eyes."

"What is happening to me? I am so confused! Tell me!" I begged.

"You don't remember how you got in here, do you?" He laughed. "No wonder you're acting so strangely. You're in the hospital. You were admitted to emergency with a ruptured appendix. I didn't get to see you until after you had already been sedated."

My eyes began to slowly see more clearly. I then focused on the handsome Doctor standing over me. I was in the post-operative recovery room of an unfamiliar hospital. It wasn't where I was employed. There were strangers all about me. My mind began to clear and I began to remember what had happened to me. I had gone downtown to buy myself a new bathing suit. I was in the changing room taking off my clothes. I had been looking into the mirror just before I was going to put on the bathing suit. I was admiring my slim naked body when the pain hit me. It was as though my tummy had just burst open. I had never felt such pain before. I remembered falling to the floor as I screamed for help. Then everything went black.

"I feel like such a fool," I sobbed as I looked up into his soft brown eyes. "I thought that something terrible was happening to me. I guess it was like a nightmare. It seemed so real. And you were the one that was hurting me. Can you ever forgive me?"

"When your appendix burst it released a lot of infection into your bloodstream. It is not uncommon to experience hallucinations under these conditions. We've pumped a lot of antibiotics into you. You should be back to normal soon. You'll only have a small scar on your tummy. I told you that I was a master with a scalpel."

I felt like such a stupid cunt. How could I have let my imagination run so wild. I hoped that this beautiful man standing over me didn't think of me as a nut, now.

"Do you still like me Bruce?" I asked him tremulously.

"I really think that I should be asking you that very same question," he said as he sat on the edge of the bed. Bruce confessed that he was a doctor. He told me he was worried I might not be comfortable with his dark side if I knew he was a doctor. I in turn, confessed to Bruce that I was a nurse and had entertained the same fears about him. We both had a long relieved laugh over that.

"Do you remember me asking you if you would like to go up to Canada with me?" he asked. "I own a cabin in Whistler and I would love to have you there for a weekend."

A cold chill ran down my spine as I heard him speaking the words. I did remember him saying something about Canada in our conversations, but I had honestly assumed it was just talk. I felt ashamed of myself for allowing fear to invade my mind once again. It was obvious to me that my subconscious mind had used these little bits of information to create my nightmare. I resolutely pushed the fears aside and smiled up at Bruce.

"I would love to go to Whistler with you," I said smiling. I felt Bruce's right hand tunnel under the covers and rest itself on my tummy. He seemed to be checking the stitches.

"I have to tell you something Mandi," he said. "When you were brought into emergency you were completely naked. I couldn't help looking at your body. I had a lot of trouble keeping my professional self and my personal private self separated. You are more beautiful than I had ever dreamed you could be."

I could feel the beginnings of moisture dampening between my legs as I listened to his words. I felt his hand sliding down to the center of my belly. Then it started to travel on down further. It slid up and over my freshly shaven pubes. I felt him searching for my womanhood. I gasped as his fingers started to spread apart the lips of my___ ____ _________ _______.

But wait a minute... That's another story, isn't it?