Heya to all necrodudes and necrodudettes out there :)
So - as said in the topic - it is the second translation of my best story from the original russian to more popular english :) Translation was done by Daria - my Chief Editor and very talented translator. So - as all of you know - criminal situation in Russia is far from being good - and, even while this story is the pure fiction - it came directly from my imagination - actually - a lot of similar stuff commiting here every week or every day even i think. So - it just could be another "real life criminal story" - but - as i said - it is pure fiction if mine.
WARNING: Content of this story is VERY extreme and brutal. All of you, who do not like to read such stuff - pls do not...
The Massacre
Nobody would expect a call at that time. Who could have come at one in the morning? Mother and sister were sound asleep in the other room, so they didn't hear the doorbell ring. Alice had to go and open the door. Cursing and swearing, she put on a robe and went to the hall. Through the peep-hole, she saw a worried young man. She didn't know him, so she asked him, 'What do you want?' In a great hurry he whispered, 'Excuse me, miss, but my friend's having a heart-attack, can we use your phone to call a doctor?' 'Oh Lord, of course you can,' answered the girl, opening the door. Hardly had the latter open a little bit, when a strong push from behind flung it wide open, hurling Alice to the opposite wall. Three young men burst into the room, the last of the three shutting the door behind himself. Dismayed, Alice lay on the floor, unable to speak because of the shock, but soon she screamed out loud. One of the guys approached her and dealt her a smashing blow. The scream vanished, and tears spurted from her eyes. The noise woke the girl's mother and sister. The two guys standing in the hall, heard the former say, 'What's up, nightmares again?', and came up to the door of the dormitory. As soon as Inna (that was the name of the woman) opened the door, she experienced a hard blow in the face. Inna screamed and fell on the floor. The 18-year-old Veronica, Alice's younger sister, sat on the edge of her bed gazing at the people in terror. One of the guys came up to her and, without saying a word, stopped her mouth with a sheet of scotch, while his friend did the same with her mother. After that he grasped the girl together with her mother and dragged them along to the drawing-room and threw them on the sofa. In a second or two they saw the last of the guys come into the room; he was dragging Alice along by the hair of her head. Her mouth was also stopped with a sheet of scotch. All she could do was kneel to her tormentor, clutching his hand to ease the pressure. After all, she was thrown on the sofa as well. One of the guys brought three stools from the kitchen, and all the three sat down right before the sofa, three helpless women on front of them. The mother and her two frightened daughters clung to each other and watched the unexpected guests in fear.
Putting his leg over his knee, the man that had spoken to Alice started his monologue: 'Now, ladies, I understand the question that reads perfectly in your pretty eyes, filled with tears. I'll gladly answer you... You see, the thing is that your father and husband owes us a lot of money and, to our great disillusion, has fled abroad. A very bad way of treating creditors, isn't it? Yes, right you are, all he told you about his business errand was bullshit. To tell more, he easily sacrificed your lives telling he didn't care... Monster, is he not? I tell you this because no longer than half-an-hour before I've spoken to him on his mobile - which still works - and, certainly, told him we'd kill you if he didn't pay us. Wanna know what he replied? Ah, I can see it in your eyes, you do! Then here's a word-to-word quotation: 'I don't care a damn for them and for you, too. In a few hours I'll be there where no one will get me, and I'll be okay with all my mon.' That's it. Well, of course, it's very bad - treating the family one lived in for so many years this way - but it's of no interest to us any longer; we know he's a bastard as well as you. The thing which is much more important for you now, is what we are going to do with you, which is as follows: we are going to kill you in order to punish him, but only after having tortured you enough. But you needn't worry about him - perhaps that will be your last comfort - we will find him, by all means, but by that time you won't be able to care. I'm very sorry.' The voice of the butcher was absolutely calm and natural, which made a great contrast to what he was saying. The women's eyes reflected terror: nothing but terror, and sat still as if cut out of stone. Their faces were very pale, and the only sign of their being alive was their quickened breathing. In a minute or so, the trance was gone, and tears spurted from their eyes. The guys sat watching their victims weep; then Alex, the Speaker, looked at his watch and said, 'C'mon guys, we're short of time, and there's plenty of work to be done.'
With these words, the men approached the sofa. One of them held a knife while the rest tied the women one by one. Done, Alex switched on the television. A film was on. After that, approaching the sofa and casting a glance upon the women, he said, 'Hello-ullo-ullo! I think we'll start with the youth.' He sat in front of Veronica and whispered, 'Oh, I'm so sorry such a young creature is to die... bad, bad, bad. But I've a little surprise for you, my child! I promise that you won't die still a virgin.' On hearing this, the girl's eyes widened with horror, while Alex started the dirty business. Out of the pocket he took a knife and cut the silk of the sleeping-gown, stripping the only-molding body. The mother turned away and began crying, but Alice - for reasons she didn't even understand - went on watching, hypnotized. Veronica covered with sweat and shivered. Alex tenderly parted her legs and began exploring the perineum, slowly nearing the knife closer and closer to the intimate place. 'You know, first you should go through defloration, and only after that you'll be able to get pleasure. The very defloration is rather painful, but later on...' Veronica shivered, eyes closed, unable to look at the tormentor. Lifting the knife to her vagina, he plunged it hard into it. The girl's body jerked in pain, the eyes opened, even through the stopped mouth a loud scream was heard. Blood gushed out on his shirt, but he remained calm, holding the knife inside the girl's body. 'So you're a woman now,' he said with a smile: 'but we're not yet through, I think I must do something else to fix the achievements,' and started to turn the knife. Waves of pain swept over the girl, she wriggled, willing to lose consciousness, but instead she was sinking in an ocean of pain. At last, Alex pulled the knife out and wiped it with the tender skin of her breast, having cut it a little. She lay feeling the beating pain spread all over her body, biting her brain from within. As for Alice, she couldn't but watched the scene; to tell more, she suddenly realized that she was wet, that it gave her real pleasure! She understood that was her own sister tortured and raped, but her instincts spoke louder than common sense. She even prayed to God to be the last to die, for she was very eager to see what will be done to her mother - whom she also loved very much. Rising, Alex said to his mates, 'Now, guys, get your dicks out of your pants and caress the girl a little, before she's gone; and I'll have it out with their Mom.' Smiling like beasts, the rest of the men approached Veronica, but she didn't care. All she wanted was to get rid of the pain, and there was only one way to do that - she knew that for sure. When the first guy entered her, the pain strengthened, but then she stopped feeling anything for she at last lost consciousness.
Alex came up to Inna and, clutching her by the breast, pulled her down on the carpet. She was making desperate attempts to fight, but the only thing she gained was another hit in her face. After that she had no more enthusiasm to fight. Her eyes were still closed, and Alex ordered her to open them, which was followed by a refusing movement. 'Well, bitch, it will be worse for you then,' said the man and beckoned his mate, who stood waiting for his turn to rape Veronica. Alex said to him, 'Hold her head so that she couldn't move.' The man obeyed, and Alex sat down on her chest - and she couldn't move her body, either. Closing her right eye, he started cutting the skin along the outline. Inna nearly fainted and made desperate attempts to move, but everything was in vain. The veins on her throat became taut, and this scene - which was secretly observed by Alice - plunged the latter into ecstasy. Alex proceeded to the other eyelid, and, to Inna's terror - but to Alice's delight - cut it twice as slower, to inflict as deep pain as possible. Done, he uttered, 'There, bitch, that's what you gained! Now keep your eyes open!' His lips curved into a smile. Trying to blink, feeling the unbearable pain, the woman stared at him, unable to close her eyes. Meanwhile, the men who was raping Veronica, emitted a groan of pleasure, and Alex, telling the other guy take his place, lifted Inna's head by the hair and showed the exciting scene to her. Tears spurted from her eyes, and she burst into tears, unable to stop them. 'Well, now that you've enjoyed our nice little show, let me have my part of pleasure. But, I say, I enjoy rather specific things... how shall I put it... no: I'd better show it.' Saying this, he tore her sleeping-gown, stripping her breast, and clung to the right nipple. A few seconds later, Inna jerked into motion, and a little stream of blood ran down her side. Tearing himself away from her breast, he showed everybody the nipple on his tongue and then - with obvious pleasure - gobbled it. The woman thumped, but there was nothing to do; the man held her tight. The flowing blood slowly stained what used to be Inna's sleeping-gown. Alex went to the kitchen and soon returned, clutching four frying-needles. 'I say, your breast is damned splendid for a forty-year-old woman you are', he said, looking into her eyes and watching the terror grow. Alex pressed the frying-needle against her left breast and sharply ran it through. Inna's body beat in convulsion. When Alex threaded the other breast on the same frying-needle, she didn't react, as the shock appeared. Alex went on threading the rest of the needles, and during the third one Inna fainted. Having done his work, Alex stepped aside to admire the scene. All her body was in blood, oozing from numerous wounds, the lidless eyes rolled. Alex took out a camera and made a few shots from different angles for his private collection. And finally, asking the mate to let the woman's body, he pissed upon her face.
Two were unconscious and only Alice lay in the sofa watching the cruel deed - she was wet, but it wasn't sweat... At last she was paid attention. 'So, what are we going to do with her?' said Alex to his mates. 'Hmmm, Al, I guess we'd make her kill her mother and sissy and then commit suicide,' answered one of the guys. 'Fucking good idea! Well, I had some plans, but your suggestion is great! We'll do that: twig?' On saying this he turned to Alice and she nodded instinctively. 'Great,' said Alex: 'when the victim doesn't mind, the work sounds nicer.' The guys undid her and removed the scotch. 'See this dangerous toy?' he said to her, pointing on the gun that one of the guys held in hand: if you don't behave yourself, like - shout loud or, try to attack me with the knife - my friends will calm you down very quickly. Understood?' The girl nodded again. 'Give her the knife,' Alex ordered to one of the guys and he put it into her hand. Alice knew what she was to do; she experienced a gust of emotions. She loved her family, her mother and sister, but at the same time she was very much excited by the fact that she was about to send them to heaven and then go herself...' Now, let us proceed, you know what to do,' Alex spurred her on: 'and start with the girl, let her suffer no longer.' Alice approached Veronica, lying in the sofa unconscious. 'Bring her round,' said Alex, and, pointing on the mother, added: 'that one also, I want her to see the end.' Alice slapped Veronica on the cheeks, repeating, 'Wake up, do wake up, please wake up...' When the girl recovered consciousness, Inna was already okay.
'Now, ladies and gentlemen,' Alex began the farewell-speech: 'we had a very good time here tonight, hope it was mutual. But like everything nice, it has to end - alas! And as the time is already past midnight, and we need rest like all people, let us finish our concert with a final scene performed by our new star called - what's your mane, by the way?' 'Alice,' murmured the girl. 'Our new star Alice! Laughter and applause!' Alex clapped his hands and the rest of the men did the same. 'Enough,' he interrupted them: 'so, Alice, begin, we are watching you hoping you do everything in a beautiful and artistic way, as it is to be.' Having glanced at Inna, Alice came up to Veronica that lay watching her sister's hand clutch the knife. Embracing the girl's neck, Alice said to her, 'Forgive me, but that will be better that way.' And right after that she inflicted a deep wound upon her throat. Veronica's eyes opened wide - just for a moment. Hot blood ran down Alice's hands. Behind her back, Inna lost consciousness. The agony was short, but during it Alice had two orgasms. The look of the dead body and its convulsions was so exciting that Alice couldn't repress herself. Soon it was all done with Veronica. Turning around, she saw the guys try to bring Inna round. Slowly Alice came up, knelt down to her, and, hugging for the last time, hit her in the stomach with the knife. Inna's body beat in convulsions. Alice hit her again... and again... Soon, any motions vanished. By now Alice was in blood from head to toes and that gave her great pleasure. She rose and observed the room. At her feet lay her mother's corpse, lidless eyes seemed to look at her with reproach. On the sofa was her sister with a wound on her throat and disfigured crotch. By the door stood the smiling viewers. She knew what she was to do, she knew that very well, she was ready. Kneeling, she pressed the bloodstained knife against her chest and, clutching the handle with both hands, let her body fall down upon it. The last thing she heard, the one drifting into oblivion - was the sound of applause, drowning the sound of the working television...
Original Author: Serega_M (1998)
Translation: Daria "Biatlonistka" Abrossimova (1999)
P.S. As usual - i am awaiting of your feedback regarding this story... All kind of responces are appreciated.