It's late in the evening. We’re sitting in my office.  Outside the storm lashes the house. Cold rain beats against the windows. The sound mixes with thunderclaps and flashes of lightning.

Tiffany, I see is her name, sits naked across from me. She’s been crying.  And she’s afraid.  Very afraid.  At least she’s no longer cold and wet.  She barely resembles her photos displayed on the computer screen on my desk. The bruises from her beating are fresh and blood oozes from a split lip.  One eye is swollen shut.  Her former master really worked her young body and face over. Then he left her chained to my front gate in the storm. When I discovered that she was there she'd been chained for about four hours, was going hypothermic, and was in shock from the beating. Some hours and several warm drinks later she is warm and dry. Drugs have dulled her pain. Her last drink had a calmative to help relax her to a point where we can talk.

My computer screen tells me all I really need to know about Tiffany's present state but I want to hear her side of the story. I have some leeway with releasees and want to make sure they get their due. “So, why were you deposited here?” I ask her.

“I wa-wa-was a ba-ba-bad servant to my master.” She stammers.  Tears well up in her eyes.

“Go on,” I encourage.

“M-m-m-my M-m-master’s friend.  Hic-hic-he was so big when he did my cunt.” He-he-he dry-fucked me, slamming himself in all the way. And he w-w-was s-s-so big. H-h-he hurt me so bad. There was blood everywhere. When he tried to take my ass I wa-wa-was so-o-o a-a-afraid.” And she dissolves once more into sobs. 

“And what happened?”

“I k-k-kicked him, in the balls.  A-a-and then he and my master beat me.  They pissed on me and made me eat their shit. And they g-g-gang r-r-raped me. I d-d-deserved it.  I was so bad and I am s-s-so s-s-sorry.  D-d-do I ha-ha-have to d-d-die?”  And now the tears really flow. 

What a pity.  Faced with death they're all sorry but in this case I think she truly is sorry.  But on this matter the rules of the lords are absolute.  Okay, I can keep her for a while.  Probably will as she looks like a good fuck.  But, I check the computer screen again, she’s got a date with a slow noose in the abattoir.  But not tonight and not for a while.

“That’s a really serious thing you did and the punishment should be severe.  But I’ll give you a chance,” I lie.  You will be part of my stable and if you are good, very good, we’ll simply release you in say,” I consult my file on her, “a couple of months or so.”  And then you’ll be free.

“R-r-r-eally?” She stammers.

“Yes,” I reply.  I reach for the bell on my desk and ring it.  Two young women, not much older than Tiffany come in.  “Maria, Keiko, this is Tiffany. Get her fixed up,” I direct.  “Get her fed, tell her the house rules, and get her taken care of for the night.  She, like you both will be joining us until her release. Oh, and have somebody look at that eye.  Her day assignment will be in the garden.”

Tiffany is crying again but her body is more relaxed.  Good, I think.  Better for later.  Of course, the only release out of the House of Lords is via a noose, blade, or pole.  But it will be a while before young Tiffany discovers this for herself.

Tiffany is part of a continuous series of young women that come back through my hands when their lords are finished with them.  Some refused to do what they were ordered to do.  Some, well, are replaced by new additions to the stables.  Each Lord can have only so many servants–called "meat"–and so older meat is cycled out as new meat arrives.  This keeps the lords and their servants from developing permanent relationships.  The women are there to satisfy their lords and after a while the relationship grows stale; every lord wants fresh meat now and then. I release the old meat.

I remember Tiffany from before she was auctioned.  About 18 months ago she arrived as the alternate younger sister of a candidate that washed out of the training.  Tiffany killed her older sister on the dual electric chairs; holding her button down and watching her sister slowly fry.  The older sister had already snuffed their mom.  We use sisters and moms when we can as training aids. Watching a loved one suffer is a powerful training inducement. No matter what happens, one of the trio makes a good servant.

So Tiffany screwed up. “What a waste of good meat,” I think as I select a release date and close her file.  Logging off the computer I head back to my private quarters.  It’s been a long day and I know there will be something yummy waiting for me in my bed. 

And indeed there is.  Two recent arrivals, a 19-year old blond and an 18-year old Asian are making their first, nervous appearances.  The blond begins by tentatively sucking on my cock as the Asian licks and fondles my nipples.  I grow really hard and then take the Asian from the rear.  She’s very tight as I push deep past her brown bud into her asshole.  She cries a little but those cries change to pleasure as the blond starts to work her tits and her cunny.  She pushes her breasts into the blond’s hands and mouth.  She comes and comes hard after just a few minutes and then she eats out the blond as I ram my blood-gorged cock home over and over again.  Then the blond is coming and then I shoot my first load of hot cum deep into the Asian’s ass. 

The blond licks me clean and then I start to eat out the Asian while the blond continues sucking on my cock.  Soon I’m hard again and plunge into the blond’s cunt.  How can this be? She's a virgin! What did her master do with her?  I cum again and again.  And so it goes through the night.  Eventually I tire of them and like kittens they curl up against my now sated body and we sleep.

And so it goes.  Some masters just run through their servants, torturing, maiming, and killing as they fuck them. Others recognize that these are highly-trained sex servants, valuable beyond price, and are more gentle. I fall in that latter category. Why waste good fuck meat and anyway, they're all doomed. So why not give them some pleasure during their last weeks before I release them?

Tiffany’s bruises heal and she works out well in the garden.  She is a slender 19-and-a half year old, 5-foot 5-inch tall, lightly freckled natural-blond who weighs about 105 pounds (I know because she is weighed weekly so there are no problems with her release). Blue eyes and – once healed – a pretty mouth adorn a cute face. Pert breasts with small pink nipples, a pink cunt with a light mat of naturally-blond hair, and a nice ass reflect her youth and upbringing. She took good care of herself before she joined the House of Lords and as best she can has continued to do so. Once settled in she works out in the house gym. Watching her naked sweat-covered body reallyShe wears the black choker that marks her as a member of my stable. 

After about three weeks she turns up in my bed, alone.  Of course, I take her in the ass – hard and violently, raping her tight bumhole with no lubrication and no warning.  She came for reassurance, love, and pleasure but instead she gets betrayal, rape, and pain. She is terrified as I rip past her ass button deep into her bumhole. She wants to resist but she thinks she's on probation so she doesn't.  “Good,” I think as I ram myself in to the hilt.  She struggles as I work her ass more, mauling her tits with my hands.  Her screams are a real turn on. Her pain is real. I thrust harder into her ass, jamming my iron-hard cock in and out.  She starts to bleed as I rip her asshole with each thrust.  The lubricating blood mixes with her shit and lets me jam myself even deeper into her shit hole, causing more bleeding and screams.  There will be gentle fucks later.  This is about pain, about breaking bad habits, and about training meat.  The pressure grows in my balls as they bounce against her cunt.  She's clenching her sphincter at each thrust.  She screams and screams. The pressure builds and builds and then I'm spewing gobs of cum deep into her ass.  I collapse on top of her and lie there for a few moments. She sobs hysterically into the bed.

I turn her around, grab her head, and jam my blood and shit covered cock deep into her mouth, ignoring the snot and tears that cover her face.  “Lick it clean, bitch,” I order.  Tiffany complies, gagging on the bits of shit.  But she doesn't puke.  She is well trained.

Over the next couple of weeks I work her ass every time I see her.  All Tiffany gets are ass rapes. The more brutal and painful the better. In the garden, I take her, bending her over a bench. I take her at supper while the others watch.  Her meal is her shit on my cock.  And she is my companion almost every night.  After each bum fuck I make her lick me clean.  At the end she is as good an ass fuck as anyone I've trained.  It’s a real shame she fucked up and kicked her master’s friend.

The first time I take Tiffany from the front, pleasuring her with orgasm after orgasm after orgasm she passes out in total ecstasy.  Afterwards she is like a puppy, following me around and making like I’m her savior.   This happens from time to time with the meat and sharpens greatly their horror and pain when I betray them at their release.

I keep the stable sized at just about a dozen.  New meat arrives about once a week.  As it does I announce to the stable who is being released.  Mostly it is one or two.  I never release more than three at a time.  The others throw a party for the “lucky” few.  They eat and drink together (I never eat with the meat).  The drugs in their drinks relax them all and contain a long-lasting aphrodisiac.  With a little encouragement soon they’re licking each others' tits, cunts, and asses, and using dildos to fuck each other.  In their gratitude the releasees want to bring me off. I make sure they each have a load of cum before I take them to an elevator in the hallway that takes us down to the abattoir.

The abattoir is a large, tiled room, warmly lit.  It is sound-proofed so that nobody ourside the facility can hear what goes on.  There are three releasing devices spread across the center of the room: a gallows, a guillotine, and an impaler.  There is a metal table and a place for my tools.  To one side is a conveyer belt to take released meat to the rendering plant.  In the entry way there are two elevators – one from the hallway and one from my quarters.  Hoses along the wall and floor drains make sure the place can be cleaned up between releases.

The latter victims watch the others go.  It adds to their experience.  Normally the guillotined releasee goes first.  She’s done the least offensive crime and the quick release is a way of letting her know this.  The others also realize that worse ends lie in store for them.  Next I usually drop the impaled releasee and while she is skewering herself, hang the third.  This also reinforces the severity of the pole baby’s crime and the terrible things I am going to do to her.

Typically they’re docile as I cuff their hands and position them for release.  For the guillotine they get leg cuffs to hold them in place once they’re in position.  For hangers and polers the legs stay free so they can respectively dance or straddle the pole.  Hangers are kept in place by the pressure from the noose. Pole babies are positioned on trap doors with the shaft in their asses.  They're on "tippy toes" so they cannot jump off the pole. If they even try, the release of their weight from the trap doors causes them to open.

And then we wait. Realization at what is about to happen dawns as the drugs wear off.  Pleasure turns to panic and horror.  Tears and struggles follow.  But tears are expected and there is no getting loose.  Just release.

“Bu-bu-but you said I’d be released, not killed,” they sob. 

“No,” I correct.  “I only said you’d be released and being snuffed is a release. Your life will end, releasing you from pain and pleasure.  You fucked up and your original master no longer wanted you.  You really are worthless fuck meat and we release and render meat.  Frankly, you are not worth being a member of any stable, including mine.  You really were a lousy fuck."

"You decided this meant not snuffing you.  But you were wrong you worthless cunt.  Now shut the hell up you worthless fuckup.”

I cannot stand whiners so if they continue to complain, and unless they’re pole babies, I reach for my tools and destroy their young bodies, tearing off nails, crushing fingers and toes, shredding tits, pulling teeth, mashing nipples and clits.  Soon they start to beg for snuffing.  I almost never do, though, preferring to take them to the point that all they know is torment.  Sometimes I even flay them, removing their skins a patch at a time, spraying each patch of exposed nerves with vinegar or bleach while they buck with agony.  They’re insane from the pain by the time I am finished.  Then I release them.  The others watch, and if they too whined, know that it is only a matter of time until they get the same.

If they’ve been good and are on the guillotine I bring them off some more and then fuck them in the ass.  Before long their pending doom is forgotten.  They’re squealing with pleasure and I’m ramming my cock up their assholes.  As I cum I release the drop-lever.  It’s a powered descender.  This means that it takes precisely twelve seconds for the razor sharp blade to reach their necks and three seconds to slice through.  The meat both hears and feels the blade coming long before the blade slices into and through their necks.  This is long enough that they clench their asses so tightly that I cannot move in or out as they panic at their deaths. 

There is a startled look and then realization dawns and they look up as far as they can, knowing what is coming.  The neck brace prevents them from really looking up but they always try. They feel the vibrations and hear the sound as the razor-sharp blade descends. Often they emit a high-pitched keening call. Then the blade hits their necks.  They tighten up even more as it starts to cut and then as their heads are sliced off, relax, releasing the cum held captive in my cock deep in their bumholes.  Their heads drop into the bowl, sometimes staring up at the blade.  Awareness continues for a few seconds and then, deprived of life-giving oxygen, fades in death.

Beheading meat is always one of the best fucks ever.  It is great beyond belief if they’re also cumming as I release the lever.  The confused mix of terror and pleasure sometimes keeps that ass bucking on autopilot long after their heads stare up lifelessly from the bowl.

Hangers go in a haze of extended pleasure and pain.  They wear panties to keep the abattoir piss and shit free, and so I can place orgasmers™ onto their cunts.  This is a device that clamps onto their labia and stimulates their clits. Flat on the front, it has a projection that fills the cunt, offering more pleasure.  Powered by body heat it is capable of bringing even the most stubborn bitch off in under 10 minutes with both clit and cunt orgasms. The nervous pressure a piece of meat feels in her belly changes to a throbbing desire in her clit and cunt.  When it builds to a climax the orgasms start. Since the meat stays warm for a while after death, the orgasmer continues to bring her off. Her cunt sends pleasure to a brain that no longer cares.

The stool under the meat’s feet drops slowly forcing her onto her toes and then leaving her hanging. As the pressure on her neck builds, the blood flow to her brain is cut off so she fades in and out of consciousness while her body surrenders itself to orgasm after orgasm.  The pain she feels as she strangles and her neck and spine are stretched contrasts with the intense pleasure of her orgasms. 

Piss soon stains her panties – often as the first unconscious moment occurs.  Repeated orgasms keep her legs twitching and her cunt thrusting forward for a cock that isn’t there.  Slow strangulation follows as the noose slowly cuts off breath. Her face grows red as capillaries burst, her tongue droops out of her mouth, sometimes drool runs out and drips onto her heaving chest. As death takes hold, her body still shakes in pleasure.  At the moment of death her sphincter fails and releases shit into her panties. She hangs until I am sure there is no chance of revival.

The pole babies suffer the most.  It doesn’t matter how they behave: they’re being stuck and tortured to death.  So this is reserved for the worst of the bunch.  Anyone who gets this did something bad indeed.  In fact, it would have made sense for Tiffany to become a pole baby.  She would have too but her master checked the wrong box on her release form.

The pole baby straddles the shaft waiting for the release.  Videos and audios of previous releases play on a monitor lowered in front of her terror-filled face.  The pictures of struggling women making ass-love to large pointed steel shafts, and their screams as the shafts rip their way into and through their bodies leaves no doubt as to the pole baby's fate. Watching what follows after the shaft exits reveals the horror-filled next chapter in her release.  The meat often pukes and pisses from terror as she realizes this is about to happen to her. 

The massive post rammed up her bumhole keeps her on her toes.  The point is partly inside her ass filling it and stretching the muscles that holde her shit in. The sharp point forces her to thrust her cunt forward. Her legs are arched and both her calfs and thighs quiver with pain and exhaustion.  Horror at what is to come keeps her struggling. Cum from now forgotten pleasure drips from her cunt.

I pull the release lever and then she is no longer standing.  Gravity takes over and she slides down the pole, slowly, oh so slowly.  She tries to clench her sphincter to keep the rape rod out. But the stretched muscles can no longer clench and the shaft slips inside her ass. The look of horror becomes one of pain. She pumps her legs and screams as her head comes up. She tries to climb her way off the slick pole with their feat and legs. She twitches and struggles like a bug on a pin.

She begins to scream hysterically as the huge pole starts to really have its way with her, pushing deep into her bowels, and then ripping a hole into her guts.  Blood and shit oozes out of her asshole, lubricating the pole that rapes and tears its way deep into her body and then out, sometimes in the gut and sometimes by her shoulders or even through her neck.  If she's lucky her trip down the pole releases her in death.

On the other hand, if she is unluckily still breathing when the trip down the pole stops, I get the torch.  I am an expert at using just enough flame to slowly cook or burn off what ever I am working on.  I burn off her hair and singe her face and scalp just to let her know what will happen next.  Then, starting with her toes and fingers, I burn off some of the meat’s extremities one by one.  I cook her breasts until they split and the juices run out.  Sometimes I cut off slices and make her eat herself, watching as she chews roasted tit meat. Then I use the torch to blister and cook broad swatches of skin.

Cunts are next.  Clits and labia sizzle and crackle as they’re slowly roasted.  I always slice off the cooked clit and munch on it.  By then the pole baby is beyond caring.  All she knows is horror, terror, and pain, endless pain.  The pole baby wriggles and writhes on the metal pole as I slowly further reduce her to a fingerless, breastless, cuntless, and toe-less quivering pile of torment-wracked flesh.  I use a hand mirror to allow her to see the horrors I am doing to her doomed body. 

She screams until she ruptures her vocal chords and still she screams, bellowing in her torment.  Hoarse croaks accompany later tortures. But eventually they grow weaker.  And then at last, finally, from shock and pain and bleeding, she dies.  Sometimes it takes all night, but eventually she dies.  They all die.  Once released the charred meat is either rendered or disposed of.  The others upstairs don’t know that the friend that they just said goodbye to is likely to be lunch in about a week.

Tiffany actually turns out to be one of the best fucks I’ve ever had.  A pity that her lord did not better train her for ass fucking.  She quickly becomes my favorite.  Others who arrive after her are released before she is.  Could it be that I’m developing an attraction to something that it is my job to put down?

No.  Time to do her.  We have our party and I take her, but not to the elevator, or at least not yet.  We return to my chamber and continue our fucking.  She climbs on top of me and gives me the ride of my life. Her still-tight cunt rides up and down my cock. Without breaking her rhythm she leans over and teases my nippes with her tongue and teeth. Pressure builds in my balls as I thrust up at her cunt. I can feel myself banging hard against her cervix. She tightens her cunt muscles and pulls me off the bed and then back down. She repeated cums herself as we fuck. I am practically screaming with pleasure as my cock erupts with cum deep into her cunt. She keeps working me until I recover and then turns around. "Please, take me in the ass, hard." She asks. So I do, hard but gently. She comes again as I bang away. Then I'm coming again, too. By the time we're done I am wrung dry and she knows it. But, the drugs keep her going.

So I introduce Tiffany to the orgasmer. It clips onto her cunt and once switched on gives her constant orgasms.  It fits under her panties, which I help her replace.  I watch while it starts to bring her off about every third minute.  The drugs enhance her orgasms.  She is floating in a drug-induced and orgasm-filled haze.  It is time.

She is in such throes of orgasms that she cannot walk so I pick her up.  Her arms wrap around my body.  Her legs wrap around my waist and her cunt thrusts against my belly as she continues to cum.  Tiffany's face reflects just how lost in orgasmic pleasure she is. We go over to my private elevator and ride down to the abattoir.  She tenses as she sees the gallows as we enter the abattoir.  I also show her the impaler and the guillotine.  She tenses more and clings tightly in fear.  “You’re to hang,” I say. “Bu-bu-but,” she starts and then seeing the look on my face shuts up.  I switch off her orgasmer and set her down onto the platform. Tiffany feels that nervous tickling sensation in her belly that comes with fear. She’s shivering so I put a top over her chest.  It will not help much but it is a courtesy and psychologically it helps her face what comes next. She does not resist and lets me cuff her wrists behind her, even going so far as to put her arms behind her back.  It is such a waste to snuff one as obedient as this but the rules are the rules. I lower the noose around her neck and snug it up. She gasps in surprise.

I further adjust Tiffany's noose for a very slow hang and raise it up further.  It tightens against her neck and for the first time she feels her breath grow strained.  The pressure on her neck pulls her up.  Tears run down her cheeks as she watches me prepare to drop her. I kiss her once and drop the base slowly. 

She rises up on her toes as her body is lowered and the pressure on her throat is increased.  Her face turns red as the blood flow is restricted. Tiffany hears the hiss of each breath. Her nipples grow hard and protrude through her top. Perspiration dots her face and her chest above her tits. A trickle of sweat runs down between her ass cheeks and come to rest in her crotch where it tickles her piss hole. She realizes she's got to pee.

I leave Tiffany there, balanced between earth and air.  Her legs are all that stands between life and strangulation.  Her legs grow tired after a while and she falters, cutting off some more of her air.  The squeezing of her throat hurts worse than anything she’s ever felt.  Each breath is a labored gasp in and a hiss out. 

A tingling sensation sneaks up on her. It starts in her fingers and feet and accelerating, spreads through her body.  She hears a roaring, oscillating sound and her vision collapses as if she is going into a tunnel.  The lack of blood to her brain causes her to slip into unconsciousness.  She slumps and in her unconsciousness feels herself lose control of her bladder. She feels the piss leak into her panties. I see the telltale wet stain appear.  The slump relieves some of the pressure and she forces herself up again. She feels and hears the tingling and roaring fade. She is sweating heavily now.  This is real. She is going to die. She panics, struggles, and strangles. Then she slumps again in unconsciousness.

I let Tiffany cycle through several bouts of panic and unconsciousness. Then I turn the orgasmer back on and let it start to bring her off once more.  Her unconscious moments soon alternate with more orgasms.  She fades into unconsciousness and recovers in the throes of orgasm. She is lost in terror and pleasure.  Her chest thrusts in and out as she forces each breath in and out. She begs to live, pleading in a croaking voice. "Please, master, let me live. I'll be good, I promise." She is crying too.

I could keep her here forever.  I go over and caress her breasts through the top, bringing on even more intense gasping groans of pleasure.  "No," I say, "you fucked up and there is no other way." Her cunt thrusts back and forth, mimicing sex and seeking a cock, any cock to relieve the pressure and increase her pleasure.

But forever is not an option except for release.  So I lower the base another inch.  Now Tiffany's barely on her toes.  The noose tightens more and now she’s standing, almost strangled.  Her gasping is shallow and rapid.  Then the base slips a bit lower and for the first time she is truly hanging.  The slow noose tightens some more.  She’s back on the base.  She feels her mouth force itself open and her tongue slips out – it’s almost a reflex.  She feels the blood pushing on her face, then more tingling, roaring sounds, and blackness.  Her nipples are hard as rocks and the pressure of the cloth top stimulates waves of pleasure from them.

Tiffany feels the wetness of her panties.  It’s warm, almost comforting.  Pressure builds in her clit and then there’s another orgasm spreading through her cunt.  Then pain as her neck stretches and unconsciousness takes over once more. As she comes to she feels the wet stain in her panties spread.  The base slips down some more and once more she’s in the air.  She starts pumping her legs and thrusting her pelvis as strantulation and orgasms and and pain become her world. Being light Tiffany dances for what seems to her an eternity.  Her cuffed hands obscenely keep time, clenching and unclenching, reaching for some reprieve that is not to be grasped. Her forced breaths grow even more rapid and shallow.  But they also get weaker.  The many orgasms and slow strangulation eventually exhaust her. She mostly hangs still, rocking her pelvis as orgasms send waves of now painful pleasure through her body.

At the end of an hour Tiffany is in the latter stages of asphyxiation. Her neck is stretched almost five inches. Her face is a deep purple.  Her eyes bulge and are bloodshot from the ruptured capillaries.  Her protruding tongue is swollen and almost black.  Her tits are slick with a sheen of sweat and drool. Snot runs down her into her mouth. There is probably brain damage. She’ll die soon, on her own.

But Tiffany was a good sport and a better fuck.  As much as is permitted, I liked her. She really tried to atone for something that cannot be atoned for, so I go over and reaching up yank her young sweat-covered trembling body down sharply, forcing the noose to close completely around her neck.  Her mouth opens and closes as she struggles for air that’s not there.  She croaks in vain desperation as she attempts to breathe, but it is not enough. She looks like a fish out of water, twitching frantically, struggling to get air that is cut off forever.  Her mouth opens and closes trying to capture even a puff of air. She looks down at me, pleading in a desperate last request for life.  She so wants to live and I almost relent. It occurs uncommonly, but some releasees are recovered and become permanent staff. I have that authority. Then Tiffany's expression changes to one of resignation. She has given up the fight and accepts her coming death. She looks again at me and through her pain mouths a "thanks for some great sex." She bucks in a couple of more orgasms as life exits.  And then she is released.  I know because there suddenly is a smell of shit and a small bulge appears in the back of her panties.  She has one more orgasm, a deep and long one by the looks of it.  She is free.