by DANT 1993
An epic of wild assed, unbridled debauchery in the old west.
A crimson fountain of blood spurted from the neck of the large buffalo as it sank to its knees for the last time. The huge beast was totally exhausted from the long chase, and was now mortally wounded. The strikingly beautiful young woman dismounted from her large stallion and ran toward the beast, excited with her conquest of the huge range animal. Her powerful horse was breathing hard and sweating profusely from the long sustained pursuit. The girl climbed up onto the beast she had brought down. It had been an arduous chase and, like her large mount, the young lady was panting for breath as she claimed her position atop the fallen beast, to grasp in victory the shaft of her spear emerging from the male buffalo's neck..
Cassandra was buck naked, except for her white cowboy boots, her white hat and the long white streamers that were tied securely around the base of her remarkable breasts, forcing the squeezed mammaries to bulge profanely. The other riders, all male, and all of them wealthy ranch owners, pulled their horses into a circle around her and applauded her obscene performance as she postured on the beast's broad back. The downed animal was near death, and was beyond shaking the arrogant young woman off.
Duke sat back in his saddle, the broad brim of his hat shading his steely eyes, and smiled as he watched the magnificent bitch posturing her overt wanton sexuality for the enjoyment of these twenty leading cattlemen who made up the Devil's Haven retreat ranch. The full breasted young woman was one of their best sex slaves, and she was dominant in the violent sports that made others of their captive young women cower..
She and three other young ladies, wearing only hats, boots, and their identifying colors bound to their breasts, had begun the chase of the big male buffalo mounted on horseback, armed with the Indian spears. The men had singled the impressive beast out of the heard that had passed last week, and had held it for this competition. The race had been fast and furious, with the women promised that any of them that refused to kill the beast would be hanged to death at the head of their dinner table that evening. The threat made active participants of the women, all accomplished riders. One of the beautiful nudes had just moments before been thrown from her mount and was trampled to death by the galloping horses. At that point the other two bitches had given up and had been rounded up by a pair of Duke's wranglers. There would be a naked cunt hanged at either end of the table tonight.
Cassandra had been raised on a small but productive ranch, and for her, this was an exciting sport. She had shown her skill as she had moved right up beside the animal, with the twenty eager horsemen close behind, and at a full gallop had driven her spear into the neck of the huge beast. The sharp head of her spear had severed a major artery, and within a hundred yards she had got in a second and fatal thrust of the spear, sinking it deep into the huge animal's massive neck. It was a kill in the Indian fashion, one that would have made any brave warrior proud. Cassandra was a capable rider and had the spirit of the west running through her veins. She was one in a million, and the men appreciated her.
Duke had found Cassandra in St. Louis where, at the end of a long cattle drive, he had discovered that the politics had changed. There had been remarkable strides made forward in attitudes toward morality and sexual diversions. He had visited his favorite bar and brothel, and had found that liberal changes had been implemented, either producing or responding to a totally new code of sexual attitudes. The famous establishment's progressive owner, a madam with a luscious figure, provocatively displayed to turn any man's head, had introduced explicit sexual entertainment, with the degradation of young ladies as the central theme.
Instead of having to go outside to the row of outhouses to relieve themselves, the patrons could conveniently step into a side room where a copper bathtub filled with perfumed water had been installed as a urinal. In it sat a naked woman, and the patrons paid a nickel to urinate on her. For a quarter, she would open her mouth and drink their offering direct from their erect fountains.
Five nude young waitresses served the tables, and encouraged the patrons tuck generous tips up into their eager vaginas. The men obliged the shameless young ladies, who's young wombs swelled with their heavy load of metal loot. The girls kept a close watch that worthless rebel coins were not used, but it was difficult to spot the men who were cheating. When a girl was suspicious, she would "accidentally" let the last coins deposited drop from her cunt, but the owner of the whorehouse found the men were gravely insulted by this practice. There was a house rule instituted that said if she was wrong she had to bend forward and clasp her ankles to allow the patron to re-insert the coins, this time into her anus, sometimes two or three pounds of them.
When sex-starved cowboys first arrived off the range with their pay stuffing their pants, or when the range bosses came in for an evening of fun, the girls sometimes even made wrinkled and moistened paper profits. At this establishment, for anyone who would tip a whole dollar, the girls would watch and encourage the men who masturbated and ejaculated onto the bill before folding it and tucking it into their wombs, soaked with fresh sperm. It was called the cunnie-bank trick, and in the past year three girls had actually conceived from this practice.
It was a dirty trick, but it encouraged the big tips that made the disgusting job worth while. More often the nude waitresses had to satisfy themselves with the copper pennies that were offered. They set the minimum at five, and the senior waitress, who worked the tables of the big spenders, would accept into her sex organ nothing smaller than a quarter. She was a classy looking cunt, and could embarrass men into coming up with a quarter tip for an overpriced ten cent drink. To make it worth their while, the voluptuous 22 year old would sprinkle a few drops of her own amber due into the drink.
This was the wild west, and although much of the struggle for ownership from the Indians and the land wars between cattle barons and dirt farmers was history, the spirit of the land was still that the powerful ruled, and that their rule was law. Without the classic struggles, the use of power shifted to more Draconian measures. The rule of law had not yet become well established, and wealthy cattle barons had small armies of mercenaries to enforce their will. The position of women had reached an all time low in America. The control, abuse and debasement of females for both fun and profit had reached an all time high. Even the major city of St. Lewis, where the influences of civilization abounded, now had its streets where anything could be procured; where the entertainment was designed to satisfy the passions of the patrons, with no regard for the comfort, moral fiber or safety of the women employed there.
This bar was such an establishment, and the passions of the cattlemen, who still spent months on the range without access to women, were fully satisfied. A tiny stage had been set up behind the bar. To earn extra spending money while attending the university, Cassandra worked at the brothel, not as a common whore, but as an actress. She lay on a dirty straw-filled mat where young studs were paid a free drink to fuck her. The cowboys and other customers watched and made encouraging remarks to their daring companions who joined her, and made equally rude and highly insulting remarks to her. She gave the boys the ride of their lives, wrapping her legs around them and bucking her hips wildly, drawing out their lust, and then using her vagina control to milk their penises dry of their cum through tricking them into premature ejaculation.
She loved the attention the man gave her, no matter how bawdy their insults. She made a dollar a night for her starring role, which allowed her to live in a stylish apartment, and to buy for herself beautiful clothes. She was living high for a college student, and having the time of her young life in the process. Her parents and younger sister knew nothing of her debasing employment. They were back on their small ranch, working hard to earn a living while sending whatever they could spare to Cassandra to help with her schooling.
The outrageous college girl brazen attitude and daring stood out even in an establishment like this. It was her shameless demeanor that caught Duke's attention. He was looking for a girl with her outrageous approach to sex. Duke offered the bartender five silver dollars to have the beautiful eighteen year old bury a whiskey bottle in her cum-slicked womb. He sat back and watched the bartender talk to her, and noted with satisfaction that the girl held out for two of the coins before she agreed to attempt the difficult and debasing task.
Duke was very pleased to see the girl had a price, and that she was game to degrade herself before a crowd of salivating drunks for the price of a pair of stylish boots. She got the bottle into her womb, entirely buried in her love nest, but as Duke anticipated, had put the stubby neck in first, and when she tried to remove it, she discovered the power of a vacuum. With the tight rim of her vagina gripping the end of the bottle, she had difficulty getting hold of the smooth wet glass, and when she finally got a grip on it, she was only able to get it out three inches.
As she pulled on the cunt-warmed glass, the bottle tried to suck her uterus into its slender neck, and the harder she pulled, the greater the force of the vacuum inside her, so that her puckered cervix ballooned into the bottle's neck. The bottom of the bottle acted as a lens, and those close to the bar, including Duke, could see an exciting though distorted view of the distressing action deep inside the lovely girl's most secret part. She pulled so hard on the bottle that she actually popped the hard waxy cervical plug, which flattened as it smacked against the bottom of the bottle. Of the sixty customers watching the obscene act, only Duke and a couple of others with knowledge of a woman's inner anatomy knew what had happened, but that was enough to make the minor event more interesting for them. They saw also the creamy sticky goo that oozed into the bottle from her deepest organ, as if the young nude's uterus was ejaculating.
After nearly twenty minutes of struggle with the mysteriously stuck bottle, when Duke figured she had suffered enough of the most excruciating pain and anxiety, he stepped around the bar to help the maiden entertaining the men with her delightful misfortune. Using the barrel of his pistol as a mallet, he smashed the end of the bottle, breaking the vacuum, inside. The nude entertainer gingerly slid the fractured glass out of her tightly gripping vagina.
Blood dripped freely from her wounded sex slit, demonstrating to Duke's satisfaction the painful internal damage he had done to the daring young bitch's pretty cunt. Despite the harshness of his solution to the problem he had generated for her in the first place, she was clearly relieved to have that enormous bottle out of her aching hole. She had no idea that it was Duke who had paid the bartender to persuade her to do the disgusting bottle-in-the-hole trick and, as he had fully intended, she felt in his debt for his help. That had been his design.
The madam who ran the brothel had seen the entire episode. She did not miss much that went on in her establishment, and she was suitably impressed with the way Duke had got the girl to willingly endanger herself with the bizarre trick. She was also angry that he had not cleared it with herself first. She ran a tight ship, and kept strict control of all abuse and injury to her girls. When a girl was to be damaged, it was to be with her blessing and she was to be paid for the trouble. This was her establishment, and her stock that was being abused, so she wanted her share of the profit.
The madam was, on the other hand, a very practical person, and she knew how to spot a source of revenue, at any cost. She was quite prepared to sell both the bodies and the souls of the young ladies who worked for her. There was no limit to the requests she would satisfy, if the price was right, and she had built a reputation on doing just that. Anyone wanting to kill or have killed a woman for sport had only to come to her, and she would make the necessary arrangements. To her the life of a woman was cheap, but she ensured she made a handsome profit on any female killed on her premises.
Duke had just a few months earlier arranged for a special performance at this very brothel. He had invited several of his friends, other wealthy ranchers who shared his tastes, and were partners in his retreat ranch. They met in St. Louis, and arranged for a bizarre competition staged as a play, which they called The Black Widow's Sting. Duke had got several delighted chuckles from the Madam as he had outlined his plan during his previous visit to her establishment. She was easily as developed in her tastes as he was, and she delivered exactly what he had requested for the evening of entertainment.
The evening had begun with a sumptuous dinner, served by tantalizing teens wearing only angry welts on their bare hides, produced as entertainment before the meal to show the diners the forced subservience of the fourteen and fifteen-year-old girls. The beating of their meat had clearly been severe, as these were not just whip marks, but were rigid elevated welts across their backs, buttocks, bellies and breasts. The swelling would last through the evening. The Madam had seen to it they had been thoroughly thrashed, and their eyes were still red from their tears.
When the dinner had been cleared away, a buxom young Negress and voluptuous southern belle were escorted on stage, both wearing beautiful gowns. Both of the teenage women were strikingly beautiful, as Duke had paid for the Madam's finest, and the Madam maintained particularly high standards. Both gowns had full skirt hoops, as was the fashion in Europe, and made much of their impressive bosoms, creating and showcasing substantial bouncing cleavage. The black girl was escorted onto the small theater's stage by her black fiance, and the white belle by a young clergyman, her husband. The black wore the lace finery of a riverboat gentleman-gambler, and the minister a black frock and collar of his calling.
The young black couple was married right on stage in a touching ceremony, witnessed by the audience in the small theater and a pair of armed wranglers. They followed the script Duke had sketched out, and the bridegroom and minister got into an argument immediately after the service, over who was the best man. The quickly agreed it came down to which of them had the most imposing penis. Their pants of the black bridegroom and the minister came off, and each man stroked his penis to full erection. Both male organs were impressive. The minister's organ was circumcised, which drew a disparaging remark from the black. The minister challenged him to a duel, and they agreed to decide the issue on the spot.
At gunpoint the wranglers forced the two male actors to undress completely. The cowhands used a two foot strip of leather cord to tie a tight loop around the black's balls and the base of his erection, then tied the other end in the same fashion to the minister's organs. The cord was tied so tightly the male gonads bulged beautifully, no more than a foot apart. With the slightest movement, the erect penises slapped against each other. The men were handed Bowie knives, and the vicious duel was on.
The vicious knife fight between the penis-bound men was as quick as it was bloody. What surprised the ranchers enjoying the event as an audience was how long it actually lasted. They often enjoyed cock fights and dog fights, which always continued until one of the competitors was dead. It was no more unusual for the ranchers to witness and sometimes even arrange, as they had done this time, fights to the death between men. It was considered gentleman's sport, and these ranchers had amassed sufficient fortunes to call themselves gentlemen. They were watching a different, more exciting kind of cock fight, one with the life of a man rather than a chicken or a dog at stake. Tonight they would also take their stimulating bloodsport one step farther.
Deep gashes quickly appeared on the men's faces, chests, arms and legs. With guns at their heads, and an armed opponent bound to them by the penis, each had ample reason to fight, and they did. Within three minutes the black's long dong was sliced off, and the minister's testicle sack joined the severed penis on the small stage's floor. Both men had their bellies ripped, and soon loops of intestine were slowly sliding out. Both men shit from the sheer horror of the fight, but with the extreme damage to their gonads, neither was able to produce urine. On the other hand, the two buxom young women watching from the side of the small stage screamed at the excessive violence and produced smelly showers that trickled to the floor under their hooped skirts.
The black was finally able to slash open the minister's throat, to the cheers of the male crowd, but before he died the aggressive young minister managed to plunge his blade into the black's heart. The dead males crumpled to the stage to the horrific screams of the two women. The two bitches, both prostitutes in the employ of the bordello, had no idea they were going to witness such excessive violence, nor did they know in advance what would be expected of them, or they would have saved their screams for themselves.
The two young women were stripped naked, except for their high heeled button-hook boots. Each was given a black lace veil to wear, to mark her as a new widow. Each was now given the task of avenging the death of her husband at the hands of the other's husband. This was the extra step in the evening's entertainment. The two buxom young women were going to be forced to fight each other to the death, as the men had done. Nothing short of a killing would be acceptable. The fight would continue until one of the young ladies had killed the other. That was how Duke's script read.
Duke had noted a woman's cavities located between her legs made not only natural receptacles for the penis, but were also capable of grasping objects, and when those objects were properly sized, a woman could maintain a firm grip with either her vagina or rectum. The wranglers produced a pair of bayonets, each of a different design. One of these had a stout wooden handle, and had a long flat blade with one edge sharp and the back edge ridged, not unlike the Bowie knife, but considerably larger. The other had a smaller handle, and was long, slender, sharp on both edges, and the sides of the slender blade were grooved.
Both blades were fourteen inches long, designed when used on the end of a rifle, to stab and disembowel an enemy with a thrust and rip. Both would render an enemy helpless when used in this manner, but this was not how they would be used this evening. The widows were forced to their hands and knees, their large breasts swinging beneath them, and the long knives were put in place. The handle of the thinner bladed bayonet was pushed deep into the rectum of the black widow. It was a tight fit, allowing her a firm grip. The stout handle of the other bayonet was forced into the vagina of the white widow, and the fit was again very good. Now each young woman was now equipped with a killing weapon in her crotch.
To make the fight more interesting, the women were forced to place their wrists behind their backs, where they were tightly bound with leather cord to immobilize them. Now they would not be able to punch, gouge and scratch. They were capable only of kicking and stabbing, and only in very interesting ways. Their black veils hung down over their eyes and noses, but left an unobstructed view of their painted mouths, to allow the audience a clear view of their screams. Thanks to Duke's very inventive imagination, the men were about to witness a very interesting bitch fight. It would not be arm or wrist movement that would win the day, but the ability of the girls to use their entire torsos to drive their blades.
Whips simultaneously lashed at the bare buttocks of the two nudes, promoting shrill screams and prompt action. The large breasted teens moved toward each other, circling tentatively, keeping an eye on the crumpled heap that was all that was left of the two dead male fighters. They knew in their gut their fate would be similar, but they were powerless to alter the course of the evening. Each knew she was likely to die, and her only hope was to kill her opponent before she was killed. The only option open to them was to cooperate in this heinous battle. There would be no reprieve from what they must do, and neither flinched from the fight.
The white girl struck first, driving the narrow heel of her boot hard into the stomach of the black. The black was stunned, pitched forward, and immediately received a knee driven hard up into her right breast. She staggered, and fought to maintain her balance, as both girls quickly understood that to fall would make her highly vulnerable to the blade the other carried in her crotch. Their primary thrust with their heinous crotch-blades was downward.
The nude young lady fighters gave their audience of ranchers a spectacular show. Lovers of dance saw a high stepping, spread-leg gavotte as the two nude prostitutes manoeuvred for position while attempting to avoid harming themselves on their own blades. It was a remarkable sight to see a naked woman raise a leg high and to the side to kick, with the monstrous blade protruding from her vulva or rectum. The lean and lithe young women did preliminary damage to their opponent with their boots, but both got in several nicks and slashes with the knives as well before the beautiful black bitch finally fell.
The southern belle was upon her immediately, dropping to her knees while straddling the fallen black's upper body, facing downward. She plunged her bayonet her blade down into the black's right breast, and the black widow twisted her body at that instant, or the blade would have continued on into her chest. Instead it ripped a deep curved slash through the breast, revealing the pinkish bloody titmeat inside. The black bucked, causing the bayonet that had carved her breast to gash her upper arm, but she managed to toss the white girl off her with that bold move.
The blonde belle fell onto her side, and as the black moved to get on top of her she quickly scrambled to her feet. The white cunt proved to be the superior kick fighter, as she had the ability to raise her legs higher, and to get extra leverage by launching up onto her toes when she kicked out. She also had deadly accuracy, striking at the black girl's belly, injured breast and face at will. Twice more she got the black down, and twice more got the big blade protruding from her cunt into the bitch's black meat, slicing deeply into her ribs, belly, side and buttocks.
She was less successful at avoiding the black widow's stinger. The fourteen inch blade sticking out from the black anus ripped her legs, a deep gash in her side that leaked pink intestine, and several bleeding gashes on her arms, legs and breasts as the two rolled and struggled for supremacy. Each was going for the kill, knowing there was no acceptable conclusion to the battle short of taking the life of her opponent. Neither shrunk from the task, making the fight as fast and furious as it was violent. When women set out to kill each other, the action is always interesting, and they put on an outstanding show for the appreciative audience.
The ending was as spectacular as the brutal fight. The black managed a spin-kick that stunned the white bitch, knocking her flat onto her back. The black widow straddled her and dropped her knife-bearing buttocks in a sledgehammer blow that drove the blade right through the southern belle's belly, right through her and into the wooden floor of the stage. The white girl summoned all her strength and raised her legs so high she was able to hook her heels around the neck of the black. She pulled as hard as she could, bending the black backward, stretching the bitch's belly taut. Her movement did internal damage to her, as she was still impaled by the blade stuck in the floor. She rocked the black bitch until at last they both rolled over, the white cunt still impaled through the belly on the black's tail blade.
She pulled herself off the long bayonet, and dropped onto her black opponent, plunging the bayonet in her cunt deep into the black's upper belly. The black widow, having learned well from her opponent, raised her legs and grasped the white widow's neck with her heels, and pulled the cunt backward. To do the stunt, she had to raise her hips. Jerking he legs with all the strength she could summon, she pulled the back of the white bitch's neck onto her tail blade, and jerking her legs in rapid spasms, she drove the bayonet in her anus through the white belle's throat and out through her screaming mouth.
Both widow bitches twitched and jerked in their death throes, neither improving their situation as they died on the stage for the entertainment of the gathered ranchers. It had been a remarkable evening of entertainment, the kind the men found enormously satisfying. The young waitresses were brought back in to take the men's semen into their wombs, colons and throats. Their sexual services were thrown in free, as the Madam had made a handsome profit from the four young lives she had provided her wealthy clients, and other than a sound whipping from which they would totally recover, the pretty young girls were undamaged by the evening of bizarre entertainment. The Madam built into her repetoir Duke's outlandish play, in which new actors were required each time. It was costly, but always ended differently, and was well worth the price to watch The Black Widow's Sting.
The bordello's Madam was a proud woman who traveled extensively, reaping the rewards of her nefarious business. She had recently returned from a trip to Europe, where she had obtained the latest in fashion. She wore a gown that she had obtained in Italy, the center of modern fashion. The ladies of the courts wore the most elegant of costumes, and she had willingly paid a premium for the very best. She knew that her new outfits would be popular in her business, because they made a parody of the female body. A very revealing and uncomfortable parody. She wore an enormous buttocks extender, which made her appear to have a huge jutting set of buttocks, and which made sitting nearly impossible.
Her repair man and carpenter had fashioned a special seat to allow her to sit at the tables with her guests. Her waist was squeezed impossibly tight, to a circumference of eighteen inches. The lacing was done by her strongest bouncer, a big and very strong man, with powerful hands. She had him pull the laces on her corset until she screamed, and when she regained her composure, tighten them another inch. The bizarre girdle also squeezed tight her rib cage, and flattened the bottom half of her breasts so that the meat in her big boobs was forced upward so extremely that they raised a formidable cleavage right up to her collar bones.
The top of the extremely restraining corset came right up over the lower half of her breasts, flattening them against her ribs, to rest against the underside of her nipples. The twin enlarged flesh buttons were squeezed so hard that they extended nearly an inch in length, and were pointed straight down, over the top edge of the tight corset. The fashion among the nobility of Italy was for the ladies of the court, who were the most beautiful of the daughters of the most wealthy men in the nation and present by invitation of the duke or lord, to be seen as erotic decoration, to titillate the lords of the court, and to provide fruit for gossip. Their bare squeezed breasts and jutting buttocks, covered by floor-length skirts, were to catch the attention of desirable men, or of the many visitors to the court, who were to be sexually satisfied upon demand.
The full skirts the ladies wore opened easily from the back without removal, to make the young ladies' more private charms easily accessible. The Courtesans were by custom to be available to the pricks of the men in any of a dozen suitably located alcoves, and were regularly impregnated.
Any lady that was seen to be with child was immediately dismissed from the courts, and at the same time from their favored position. That was why the highly restrictive corsets held their bellies in check, while proclaiming that there was no possible way the lady wearing one could be pregnant. Many of the bitches went months without showing, and some even died from the internal pressure of the fight between the corset and the growing infant.
Ladies who knew they were with child would keep their corset on as the pregnancy progressed, knowing that if it came off they would never get into it again. The coveted position of Courtesan was jealously guarded that at any given time, several ladies of the court could be seen at social functions with their exposed and enlarged nipples, pointed down from the incredible pressure of their girdle on the lower part of their breasts, dribbling their fresh milk. The madam had seen the value of these bizarre fashions, and had brought back several versions for herself, recognizing that none of her customers would ever have seen such striking costumes. She wore them to good effect, and displayed her figure and her distorted breasts in them, to the definite benefit of her bank balance. In fact, she often wore the corset, black silk stockings, her fine button shoes, and nothing else. She was a sight to behold, and made her brothel more popular than any other in St. Louis.
She sat down with Duke after the episode with Cassandra and the whiskey bottle, recognizing that she could turn a handsome dollar from the tastes of such a man. The cunning madam negotiated a deal with him that would keep his men in town for three more days, and line her pockets at the same time. She persuaded him the men would be more manageable on the long ride home if they spent the next few nights holed up with her beautiful whores in a large private brothel near the docks along the Mississippi shoreline, thrusting their pricks into the fresh cuntmeat of her eager young whores, rather than jerking off by firelight out on the prairie.
When Duke agreed, she made a further proposition that caught his attention. She would provide his men with a private showing each evening they would never forget. They discussed the terms, reached agreement, and the exciting full-package brothel holiday was under way. Duke made certain each of his men had two voluptuous and horny young bed-mates each night. These were soft-mouthed, velvet-cunted beauties with cock gripping vaginas and colons. They cavorted for hours, getting the best in sex from the professional and well trained young cunts. He paid cash in advance for the violent sex shows the madam had proposed to keep his outfit of horny wranglers well entertained.
The madam ensured privacy at the exclusive shows she produced by leading the men down into a large basement room through a hidden trap door. The door was under a thick carpet in a storage room off the kitchen, where it was unlikely to be accidentally discovered. That was just as well, because of the harsh and unflinching nature of the raw sexual violence entertainment she provided for them.
On the first evening of bizarre private entertainment a mature woman with enormous breasts was stretched out, hanging face down from widespread ceiling hooks. She dangled ten feet above the floor, with her large pendular breasts swinging freely below her. A rope was tied securely to each fat mammary, and loops were tied into the ropes three feet above the floor. The cowboys wandered around her, admiring the suspended human cow and her displayed genitalia. They realized she was very big as they came close, and appreciated the extreme discomfort of her position. The men had no idea how she was to be used, but they knew by the reputation of the place that she was in for a rough time. The rumors proved to be well founded.
A petite young whore no more than four feet tall was brought into the party room. She was a pretty young whore, no more than twelve years old, and was perhaps as young as ten. She stood stark naked, with a remarkably lithe figure, the kind of girl that would pass for a little boy except for the folded mound between her legs rather than a little penis. Her lips, nipples and inner vagina lips had been painted red with rouge. Her vulva had been spanked hard with a wire brush, a common trick in brothels to give small girls the appearance of being sexually arroused. The stinging treatment to the naked and hairless pussy reddened it and parted the outer pubes by swelling them until the inner painted lips became easily visible. The painful sex organ spanking had also caused her to weap, and her big brown eyes were seductively darkened by the redness from rubbing away her tears. She looked good enoug to eat, but that was not what was intended for her at this session.
She was lifted so that she could place her feet into the loops from the suspended woman's bound breasts, and then the pretty child was lowered until the woman's big mammaries took her entire weight. The small girl was not used to this kind swing, and her legs spread out wide, fully revealing her beautifully shaped hot little cuntlet slot to the drooling men. These men loved observing the sexual charms of females, and their interests were not influenced by size or age.
As the small girl mastered the unusual swing, she swung wide and high, jerking violently on the hanging woman's tortured boobs. A whore in a bizarre leather costume came forward, carrying a vicious woman-whip. It had been a long slender buggy whip, but a rasp had been taken to the hard dry woven leather to make it rough, and then it had been baked in an oven to make the protruding curls of raised leather very hard and sharp.
This treatment made the weapon ideal for welting, bruising, and splitting the tender skin of a naked human female. These simple but effective conversions to whips were both popular and common in brothels throughout Europe, where the art of sexual entertainment had highly evolved, and included extensive and imaginative abuse of women. In America most brothels were merely whore houses, with a fast fuck the object of a visit. The madame of this establishment had traveled through Europe to enlighten herself to the more profitable practices of sexual perversion.
She had mastered the arts of female punishment, featuring severe abuse to the bodies of nude young women, and had introduced these arts as entertainments for her wealthy customers in St. Louis. This had been her contribution to advancing the culture of the American west. The popularity of the violent sports and entertainments she introduced was due to the puritan backgrounds of her clients. As the west had developed, it had also provided an outlet for their rebellion against the restraints of inhimiting religeon and the highly restrictive social morality that followed. With the madam's theater sports, these meat-marking whips proved their effectiveness in administering severe punishments, and for special brutal entertainments such as this one, in which painful and visible damage to the luscious meat of nude young women was required to satisfy the clients.
The woman wielding the whip did so with a skill, precision, and violence that demonstrated her experience in catering to the tastes of brutal, sadistic men. She went directly for the big dangling bitch's fully displayed cunt, and did so with startling effect. The first blow was laid across the right side of the suspended woman's vagina, and brought about a scream and a full twist of her torso, which jerked her breasts against the weight of the child. The bound boobs bulged obscenely, and were turning dark red from the incredible strain. The second blow was laid along the left side of the distended pubic mound, and brought about the same response. Again the little girl was jolted by the severe involuntary reaction of her adult hostess. After two more brutal blows to her cunt, another effect of the vicious vagina whipping became obvious.
The lips of the violated female sex organ began to part, the clit thickened and extended outward as if it was being sexually aroused, and the entire female sex organ started to swell. The whip struck again, its tip snapping crisply against the delicate parted lips. The flat head of the whip actually penetrated the opening of her fuck slot, penetrating the vestibule, and tore against the screaming woman's inner vaginal wall. The small girl was so startled at the stark violence of the whipping that she stood stock still, staring upward at the target cunt. Suddenly the whip lashed up between her own parted legs, making perfect contact with her naked little cuntlet.
The tender bare pussy was struck with such brutal force that it was pressed inward, slamming instantly against the girl's inner organs, then it rebounded beautifully. Her hairless little pubic mound was built like an A frame, with the slit along the ridge. A second blow crossed the slit, and was enough to part her little lips by swelling them out. She finally understood the brutal message, and swung hard as she was expected to do.
The result of the petite girl's exerted swinging was that the woman's big boobs, which were stretching impossibly long by the girl's weight, were pulled forward and back relentlessly, and the bulged ends were now a deep purple from the incredible strain. This was the kind of imaginative and raw action the rowdy cowboys liked, and the proprietor of the brothel knew how to provide. The mean whore with the coarse woman-whip renewed her pitiless attack on the big bitch's swollen vagina, causing the mercilessly battered sex organ to swell out even more prominently, and as it did so the internal fuck muscle began to fold out, revealing the light pink meat of the inner cock-gripping shaft. It looked as if the bitch was gradually shitting out her own cunt.
This was a truly remarkable display of bitch control and punishment, and the luscious prostitute with the whip proved herself to be a deserving mistress. The woman's tortured mammaries were so terribly distorted that at last the little girl's feet actually reached the floor. The big boobs were so distended that the nipples were standing out like thumbs, from the incredible internal pressure. The veins near the surface of her breasts stood out so strongly that they cast shadows.
The tortured bitch was unable to get anything more than a rough scraping sound from her badly strained throat. Now the whip began to split the exposed flesh of her badly distended vagina, and droplets of her blood began to speckle the floor beneath her. She was suffering incredible pain, but was otherwise virtually unmarked. The brothel owner knew how to preserve her bitches to optimize their value to her. Her cunt would heal, and her resilient breasts would likely resume their original shape within a few weeks.
As a final insult, the whip caught the little girl again, this time across her bare belly and around onto her buttocks, snapping sharply and causing her to jerk on the ropes. In that brief instant the suspended woman's buttocks parted as a response to the pain, and the tip of the whip found the bud of her anus, which was standing out from the violent beating she was enduring. The sensitive nerves in her rectum sent a sharp shock of pain up through her spine and her digestive track, forcing the bitch to lose bladder control, and the girl on the stalled swing received an unexpected golden shower.
The men laughed at her plight, then headed up to their rooms, their rigid cocks eager for the luscious whores that awaited them in their beds. It was reward time for the cowboys, and they were getting Royal treatment. It was the kind of thing that built an unshakable loyalty, and Duke required that of his men, so that they would willingly do anything asked of them.
On the second evening the wranglers watched a pair of athletic young women box each other. The able bodied girls wore only their high cut button boots, and a pair of tightly fitting leather gloves, without padding. They battered each other's bare breasts and bellies with rapid flurries of direct blows. Their powerful punches flattened and bulged the other's breasts, and the blonde managed to knock the brunette off her feet with a full roundhouse jaw-cracking uppercut.
After more than ten minutes of furious and brutal action, the girls were given a brief rest. They sat back, their legs akimbo, displaying their sex organs, breathless and sweating like real street fighters. The nose of the whore with the broken jaw was bleeding profusely, and the left eye of her opponent was nearly swollen shut. They slumped on their stools just long enough for their male handlers to change the gloves they wore. To make the bout more interesting, the new gloves included metal weapons. The blonde had cube-shaped brass studs on her gloves, and the brunette's tight gloves were fitted with half-inch long steel spikes. The exciting cunt-fight, put on for the entertainment of the visiting cowboys, was about to turn extremely nasty. The cowboys were about to be entertianed in a fashion they could appreciate. If there was anything that would turn on a cowboy, it was brutal sexual violence.
This bitch-fight was promising to turn into an interesting brawl. The first ten minutes had produced two black eyes, a bleeding nose, a broken jaw, a split lip and some minor bruises and abrasions, mostly on the face, arms and breasts. Now the action was not only going to be more damaging, but the results were highly likely to be skewed in favor of the brunette. The metal cubes were capable of splitting flesh, but the spikes would rip the naked blonde's meat. There was no way the blonde could take a punch without being cut up. It was a delicious setup. The man standing at the side of the ring with his gun drawn let them know that their only choice was to fight. The nude girls were still puffing and sweating when they were thrust again into center of the small fight ring.
As soon as they came forward, the blonde spotted the gross inequity in the brutal fist weapons. Suddenly desperate, the beautiful blonde cunt took the initiative and unleashed a hot tumult of telling blows at her foe, crossing with a ripping left to the breasts as a setup, followed by a right to the chin, which broke the pretty brunette's jaw. Now in one respect they were equal. The brunette bitch countered late but with passion as she drove her left fist into the blonde's belly, Driving the short glove spikes into the bitch's bacon and knocking the wind out of the tired cunt. This brought the blonde forward, with her crimson blood oozing from the ripped puncture wounds.
Now the hot brunette went to work on the big boobs. This was war, and the severe damage to her face was unforgivable. The blonde tried valiantly to protect herself with her arms, but they took as much abuse as her big milk bags. She was in trouble, and she was sure her friend was going to make her pay severely for the damage she had done to her face. As she staggered backward, her cunt was exposed, and the brunette gave her several rapid and flesh-splitting blows to her pubic area that had the same impact on her sex organ as she had taken to her boobs. She was being cut to ribbons. The injured blonde hit the canvas deck hard, and rolled. As the brunette moved over her, she caught her feet in the aggressor's legs and brought her down.
She moved over the fallen bitch, pinning one arm beneath her, and pummelled her tight studded fists into the brunette's big boobs, splitting the bulging tit meat with the merciless battering. The frantic bitch on the bottom tried to counter with her free hand, digging her tiny spikes into the hip and thigh of her vicious enemy. She raked the spikes on her tight leather gloves across the blonde's tense belly, slashing at the naked flesh ruthlessly. Her large breasts made effective punching bags, giving the men in the audience great visual impact as her impressive flesh globes were smashed and bulged from the tenacious punishment they were taking. The battering violation was not only damaging, but was extremely painful, and in reckless desperation, she jerked out her other fist which she was lying on, painfully ripping the muscles of her back in the process. She went at the kidneys of the combative girl sitting on her, slashing the tender flesh of the beautiful bitch's sides, and in seconds the blonde bounded off her to escape the horrific spikes.
As she flew off, she kicked the heel of her boot down hard on the brunette's face, smashing the proud nose. The men loved this tough action, and let the girls know it. The brunette was momentarily stunned by the horrendous kick to her face, and when the blonde got to her feet, she went at her downed foe with her boots, merciless in the intensity and choice of targets. She went first at the bitch's sides, then got between her legs and went after her cunt with the vicious pointed toes, booting the exposed sex organ with passionate aggression. Her efforts were rewarded by shouts of encouragement from the men and screams of horror from her victim.
The brunette managed at last to roll over, and struggled to her feet. She saw the terror in the blonde's eyes as she raised her spiked gloves, and she went at the cruel bitch with a vengeance. Her one-time friend had been so pitiless in her brutal attack on her, she was going to teach that deceitful bitch a lesson she would never forget. The men could care less which of the bitches won. They wanted to see brutal bloody action, and that was exactly what the naked fighting girls were giving them. These rugged cowboys liked their meat rare and their sex entertainment violent. These naked bleeding bitches were as rare as the horny wranglers could wish.
The blonde backed into a corner of the ring, and leaning back, presented herself as an ideal target. As the two beautiful whores screamed obscenities and profanities at each other, the brunette attacked the cornered blonde. The blonde brought her foot up in a devastating kick at the charging brunette's cunt with a blow so hard it cracked the bitch's pelvic bone, but in delivering it she also broke her own ankle. The brunette pounded and slashed at the blonde's bleeding breasts and belly with a vengeance, pummeling the spiked gloves into the fair-skinned bitch with battering, meat-ripping blows.
With every brutal punch, the hideous metal spikes on her gloves punctured and viciously ripped the tender meat of the blonde's naked torso. This was frantic brutal bitch fighting at it very best. The madam knew how to make her girls produce for the cowboys, manipulating the young cunts through the use of drugs and intimidation. These obscene young women were out to hurt each other severely, and were succeeding. The men had their jeans open and were all rapidly pumping on their rigid lust-gorged penises as they watched the carnal battle of the naked cunts. This was the best action they had seen since they arrived in town. These nude women were trying desperately to kill each other before they were killed, and the men appreciated their wild desperation, and the brutal action it inspired.
All of a sudden as the frantic blonde brought the bony point of her knee up into the brunette's bare crotch with such force that her foe fell over backward, and crashed to the bloodied canvas. Immediately the blonde dropped her knees onto her, digging one knee into the brunette's upper belly, driving the wind from her lungs, and the other onto her throat, squeezing closed her windpipe. The elated blonde pissed all over the big gorgeous bleeding breasts of the heaving and choking bitch in victory. She glanced up at the madam.
With a small but definite movement, the woman shook her head, denying her silent request. She screamed out her anguish and aggression as she felt the bitch below her going limp, and the unconscious cunt's lovely limbs were quivering in spasms as the blonde was finally pulled off her fallen and defeated foe. The men stood around the small ring and ejaculated onto the brunette as she regained consciousness, coughing and gagging from her near brush with death. The madame had denied the blonde the total victory she would have been able to brag about had she been permitted to kill her opponent. The brunette was still of value to the brothel, and would live to fight again.
For the final evening of entertainment, Duke paid a premium, and his men were treated to a rare show. Duke had purchased from the corrupt madam the life of one of her girls. In a special performance, the girl's life would be taken in a real late-night snuff party in a small secret violent-sex theater in the large establishment's deepest inner recess. Of course, a fresh girl was obtained for this exclusive event, an attractive young lady with no close connections, and no customers at this house of pleasure. She was chosen not only for her startling good looks, but also because there was little chance she could ever be traced to this house of ill repute. Even with the sheriff a regular customer, who liked to frolic naked with the girls, using a horse whip on them, the madam could not be too careful.
The girl she had selected was taken involuntarily onto the staff on a "temporary" basis to appear in just this one special performance. She was a hairdresser in a shop that serviced a high class clientele. She had reached the legal age of fifteen, so there would be no chance of trouble later for the brothel, although protection was so effective that there were seldom problems of any kind with the law. In St. Louis girls not yet fifteen were not allowed to enter brothels, even to work, so the establishments had to raise their own little girls, the daughters of whores, so that the girls born there would never have to enter, and thus break the law.
The fifteen year old girl selected to donate her young life was short and slender, with a full bosom and slender waist. She was inspected by Duke when she arrived, and he approved of her as the subject for the snuff to be performed. The stark room was furnished with a stout circular wooden counter complete with a polished brass foot rail. The bar was in the shape of a horseshoe, open at one end and in the middle. In the center of the open space, which everyone at the bar would face for a full view of the action, was a heavy wooden butcher block. The space below the curved bar provided holding shelf space for hundreds of implements and pieces of highly specialized torture equipment, some of it imported from Europe and China, and much of it made to order by a local blacksmith.
This room was well equipped for this kind of event. A snuff, the taking of a young lady's life in a torture performance, was an expensive but not unusual request, and this room was commonly used for such performances. Even though the central feature of the room was wiped clean after each killing, and was used for cutting meat in the establishment's kitchen most of the time, the big butcher block was stained with the blood of many young ladies and women whose lives had ended here for the amusement of paying customers. In opposite corners of the room a pair of girls, stripped down to their panties and their fashionable high heeled button boots, their wrists bound together behind their backs, hung by cords tightly bound around their big breasts. They remained motionless, gently swinging from the movement of their breathing, attempting to minimize the excruciating pain in their big distorted tits, pulled severely upward by the girls' own weight.
The tiny breeze from the entry of the men was enough to set one of the dangling bitches moving. Her face showed her agony, but she had the restraint to hold back her scream, knowing it would greatly increase her movement and her desperate suffering. These pretty bitches were simply decorations. The men admired the simplicity and effectiveness of this exquisite torture, background to the real event.
When all of the men were settled at the round counter, and served drinks by a pair of nude waitresses, the pretty teen who was to be the central piece of the evening was brought in. There were no preliminary acts for an evening like this. The girl was introduced as Melissa. Her flared waist was even more pronounced when she was naked. She was only five feet tall, and had her long blonde hair braided and woven into a ring around her head.
Melissa had full pointed breasts, that sat high on her chest, which was common on girls in their early teens who developed big tits. Her small lips, erect nipples and pert vagina lips were painted bright red, a lustrous color that contrasted nicely with her pale, supple skin. She was very attractive as she was escorted through the narrow break in the counter, stepping into the enclosed area. She wore gold chains, that held her wrists together behind her back, and joined her ankles, forcing her to take tiny steps.
The man who had brought her in lifted her by the waist, so that she stood on the butcher block, like a slave at auction. Tears welled in her eyes, and she was trembling deliciously with fear. The beautiful girl had in the space of an hour stepped from the security of the bustling hub city of St. Louis into another world, kidnaped by a wealthy woman who's hair she had cut and curled every week for the past several months.
The important woman, who the other girls at the hair dressers said ran a filthy whore house, had always treated her very well, and had given her big tips when she did her hair, and they had become good friends. She had told Melissa just yesterday that she had a beautiful settee she would like to give her for her apartment, so Melissa had told her where she lived, in order that the furniture could be delivered. When Melissa had got home, a man had been waiting for her. He had brought her out to a rented carriage, and she was whisked away from the security of her uncomplicated life. Now she stood, stark naked and wearing scandalous red wax paint on her lips and privates like a wanton whore, being ogled by sinful men with sexual lust in their eyes. She was certain she had fallen into the hand of the devil. This proved to be true.
She was left alone, standing on the bloodstained butcher block, which had been brought down from the kitchen less than an hour before. Eight feet from her, in all directions, were the men, sipping their drinks and looking at her trembling nakedness. She averted her head, turning from the men she faced, so that she was continually turning, and unintentionally giving all of them a good view of her excellent figure and her feminine charms. Melissa trembled in fear. She felt dirty, although she was spotlessly clean. They were all ogling her as if she was nothing more than a piece of meat, about to be butchered.
She was an excellent choice as subject for the evening's perverse entertainment. As she stood alone, slowly turning in her total humiliation and misery, her brave tears turned to open sniffling, progressing to heavy sobbing. She could not cover her face or her genitals with her hands chained behind her back. Her knees were soon trembling so badly that she had to bend them to keep her balance. At last she dropped to her knees on the large wooden block, weakened by her terror. her head bowed in shame, her whole body trembling. The pretty young girl was gradually losing control.
None of the watchers moved to help her. The rugged wranglers were in no hurry, and their drinks were refreshed by the two nude girls brought to serve them as they enjoyed seeing the chained teenager's growing distress. The men all knew the inevitable outcome, if not all the details, of the captive girl's visit to this evil clandestine room.
Without prompting, the pretty girl continued her solo act of self debasement. She continued to slowly fold forward, then her shoulders touched the butcher block, and she rested there sobbing, her spread buttocks propped high in the air, giving a full view of her genitalia to the men behind her. She had now lost control to the extent that her pretty vagina lips parted, and she shot out an involuntary spray of her urine, pissing the steaming yellow jet of her private water nearly across to the counter. One of the nude waitresses was sent into the big circle with a damp perfume-scented towel to clean up the resulting warm puddle.
It was expected by the proprietor of this house of pleasure that the degenerate establishment's sex show clients would enjoy the sights of defecation, whether spontaneous, as in this case, or forced, when fundamental control was somehow maintained by the debased female subject. However, because the odors of excrement were generally considered offensive, the offal matter was always immediately removed by the trained naked waitresses, unless the client requested otherwise. These rugged wranglers were well conditioned to the pungent aromas of cattle, horse and human excrement around the prairie camps, but when the madam had discussed the details of the program she proposed with Duke, he had not requested the excrement material be left in place.
The girl kneeled on the heavy butcher block, her boobs, her shoulders, and her turned cheek resting on the surface, which was slightly moist from the tallow and blood of raw beef. Her tummy heaved with her sobbing, causing a bucking action, which made her rouged vagina and puckered anus, clearly visible in the hollow of her spread buttocks, to pulse and wink at the men erotically. She proved to be an excellent choice for this demonstration of total bitch control.
Melissa had become one with the butcher block, and to enforce the position she had assumed on her own, a man entered the ring. He was large, muscular, and dressed in black leather, including a leather hood. He unchained her ankles, spread them wide, and chained them to steel hoops on the sides of the block. She was now properly prepared to begin her terminal session. The lovely naked young bitch was about to become human meat. She was so out of control by her fear that she pressed herself down against the surface of the blood-stained block, requiring no restraint. The man picked up a tool that was designed for placing grommets in canvas.
These were the copper rings that were set and crimped into holes to allow for cords to be attached to the canvas to draw it tight without the danger of ripping. The crimping tool looked like a very large set of pliers, and only a man with a large and powerful hand could operate it. This was such a man. Melissa screamed as he touched her tender vagina lips, and she cringed as he pulled one of the tender painted petals out from its nest in her neatly trimmed pubic mound. The men watching the obscene act were amazed at how elastic the fleshy lips of her cunt were. He placed the tool over the stretched meat, and in a powerful squeeze, the device pierced and crimped in place a half inch brass grommet.
The crimp was so tight that there was only a single drop of blood from the incredible piercing of her sex organ. When he released the pierced lip, the heavy grommet pulled it down, stretching it out from the lovely female organ that was its home. The men gathered on the side of the circle that gave them an ideal view of the proceedings at the rear of the kneeling teenager and her perfectly presented though violently violated sex organ.
The hooded man took the opposing cunt lip, stretched it out as far as possible, and with his powerful hand squeezed into place a second grommet. The girl's face was white with shock as the second grommet was crimped into place in the fleshy lip of her vagina, and as the cruel tool was removed, she got off her scream. Now a second, much larger, tool was taken from a shelf under the round counter. This new implement was similar to the grommet tool, but it had handles nearly two feet long. In its curved jaws was an iron ring, open on one side. One end of the two inch ring was pointed, and the other end was hollow, to take the point into itself. The tool was designed to close the open ring, when squeezed by two muscular arms.
The powerful hooded man placed the business end of the tool over the Achilles tendon of Melissa's leg, above the heel and behind the ankle. The open end of the ring bit into the meat of her leg, and as he pressed the handles together, the point pierced itself right through the narrow part of the leg, until it had driven into the concave end, permanently locking the metal ring into place. The pain that this cruel, simple, but effective operation produced was extreme, and Melissa found it unbearable.
The naked bound girl writhed and screamed in horrific agony, to the delight of the all-male audience. When she began to settle back to a heavy sobbing, her hooded master placed a second open ring in the device, and pierced her other ankle as he had the first. Her reaction was the same, but again came under control. The chains had been fastened tightly, restraining the naked girl from kicking more than a inch, but she flexed her painfully pierced foot, giving the tough male audience a view of her range of motion. Because of her extreme agony, she was moving the shapely ankle through its full range in her struggle.
The hooded master placed a third ring in the heinous device, and with little ceremony, pierced it through the septum in Melissa's nose. The beautiful young hairdresser was now nose-ringed like a bull. Next the man took a pair of gold chains and threaded them through the grommets in her vagina lips. He attached the other end of the short chains to the rings in her ankles, restraining her from moving her hips too far forward. He climbed up onto the butcher block, straddling her, and standing up, he hooked the end of a third chain to a hoop in the ceiling. Jumping down, he lifted her head and attached the other end to the ring in her nose, painfully elevating her front end, with her nose ring bearing much of her weight.
The men watching the intricate death show got their pants open to access their erections, and they began masturbating at the erotic sight, pumping their great erect dongs that were soon all dribbling the first signs of their pre-ejaculation fluids. They would automatically reduce the rate of stroking the rigid poles, to hold the level of arousal to a point at which their premature sex-rapture would not interfere with their enjoyment of the entire event.
Now that Melissa was fully positioned and restrained, it was time to begin with the progressive terminal exploitation of her impressive physical charms. She was about to die for the amusement of the all male audience, and her demise would be a painful as the skilled craftsman could make it. Her master began with an ornately carved box of acupuncture needles left with the madam by an appreciative Chinese client, as a gift to the torture room.
These eight inch long needles had pencil-thick and inch long wooden heads. They had been designed to have the tips placed painlessly under the skin and to be gently turned, then left in place for a brief period before being removed. The sadistic Chinaman had bent the sharp tips into tiny hooks, so that they would be painful going in, and damaging coming out of punctured female flesh.
He took one of the beautifully crafted needles out of the box, and held it before the terrified eyes of the bound girl. Her eyes bulged as she realized its potential, and in light of what had happened to her in the past twenty minutes, she knew there was every chance the worst she could imagine would happen to her. These people showed no restraint, but were teaching her how inhuman some people could be to others, just for the shock value. The thick ring through her nose forced Melissa to breathe through her mouth, but this in no way impeded her ability to scream.
She produced a shrill whistling squeal when the master grasped one of her dangling breasts and thrust the needle into the tender tit-meat. He pressed the needle steadily until the shaft was buried to its wooden head. The hooked tip of the needle pushed out the skin on the other side of the soft orb of her breast, then it burst through. A drop of her blood crept along the length of the wooden head, hesitated, then it dropped to the butcher block. This crimson marker was to be the first of many.
Twenty minutes later the pretty young girl's breasts were filled with the destructive needles, including one pushed straight in through the center of her erect painted nipples. She also had the heinous needles sticking through her cheeks, her neck, her buttocks, and all around her anus and vagina. The most painful of needle all for her was one that was thrust through her clit, that had its hook buried deep inside the meat of her sex organ. The master grasped the needles in her nipples and slowly pumped them in and out, so that the hooked tips began to slice the tender tit meat from the inside. He left them inside her, but now the blood was dripping steadily from the stuffed and ripped milk ducts. She could not believe that these people could deliberately damage another person so mercilessly. She had fallen into the hands of monsters.
Melissa's throat was being scraped raw from her incessant screaming, and her shrill piercing screams filled the soundproofed room. The horrors the tortured girl was experiencing caused one of the young women hanging by her big titties in the corner to pee in her panties. One of the nude waitresses heard the splash of her unexpected tinkle, and moved over with a perfumed towel to clean up the warm amber spill.
As the girl was on her knees mopping up the puddle, the master took a long slender woman-whip from a shelf and lashed out at the stretched belly of the offending woman. She bucked and kicked her long shapely legs, and paid the price for this exaggerated movement. She jolted against the cord that held her by her big bound breasts, and the hefty mammaries ballooned severely, turning an even deeper purple from the strain. She quickly resumed her motionless posture, but continued to swing from the traumatic action. Her panties were now soaking wet, which made them also quite transparent.
Now the hooded master selected a new device, a remarkable machine imported from Germany. It was designed to stretch the female sex organ from the inside. It was little larger than a banana, so that it could, with adequate force, be fit into the most modest vagina. With sufficient force, it could even be inserted into the womb of a virgin.
Through an ingenious gear system, the device expanded its diameter as a crank on one end was turned. Once the heinous machine was implanted and expanded inside a woman's womb, a second system with a spring mechanism thrust thick spikes into the victim's vagina wall and uterus, permanently anchoring the device. The only way to remove it would kill the victim by viciously ripping out her entire gonads.
The girl was silent as she examined the strange metallic device being displayed before her. She had at first no idea from its appearance what it was designed to do to her. Gradually as she examined it, its use came to her, and as the implications slowly sunk in, the hysterical young lady regained full use of her considerable soprano voice.
The master put the tip of the device against the spread lips of her pretty vagina, and without preparation, pushed hard on it, forcing it to slide up inside her. The pain and blood the insertion produced startled them all. The pretty young bitch was a virgin! When the appliance was buried to the limit inside the teenager's newly opened cock holster, he began to turn the crank handle that stuck out of the end.
Slowly the metal walls slid against each other, and the monstrous female torture apparatus began to expand, forcing her pretty cunt to widen. Her master had concern for neither her comfort nor her safety. He continued to turn the crank, stretching her inexperienced vagina and her ability to produce ear-splitting screams as the tight organ was expanded.
Melissa attempted to buck her hips, and paid the price. The chains holding her cunt lips to her heels were stretched to the limit, and pulled her pierced inner folds out grotesquely. He paused to take up a split cane and slash with it at the exposed meat of her back, sides, breasts and thighs. He also landed several sharp blows to her tender pussy lips and the bud of her anus, causing the screaming girl's pouting pink rectum to visibly swell out. The deeper pink of her inner colon began to appear, like a gradually unfolding flower. The men laughed when, from the center of the pretty anal flower emerged the brown tip of a firm stool. Her master was beating the living shit out of her.
The master replaced the cane, and as he did this, the girl's brown shit mouse retreated into its hole. He resumed his work with the crank handle protruding from her stuffed vagina, and the effect was immediately visible. The round hole that was her cunt grew, stretching to a full four inches measured at the strained rim, and much larger inside the stretched flesh-shaft.
The pain she experienced was incredible, and she was letting everyone in the room know the extent of her agony. At last the handle stopped, as the device was expanded to its full limit. He reached in and felt for the internal trigger, then suddenly the powerful spring system was released, thrusting heinous spikes deep into the teenager's uterus and the muscle walls of her inner vagina. They were so long that several of them burst out through her lower tummy.
Now Melissa was in deep, deep trouble. There was now no possibility of escaping her dreadful fate. She was unable to move, and the incredible instrument buried in her womb was locked in permanently. Now she passed the stool she had revealed a few moments earlier and two others followed it. The naked waitresses moved in with their damp towels and cleaned up the offal. She was starting to fade from the severity of the brutal and violent action.
It was time for the pretty young lady to receive her final therapy. The madam gave the signal, and a door opened. The naked serving girls moved quickly to it, and brought in a long and heavy steel pole. The serious metal shaft was two inches thick, and six feet long. The lovely nude waitresses carried the pole into the large ring, and carefully handed the heavy device to the hooded master. He took it from them, and they resumed their duties in providing drinks to the audience of wranglers. The excited cowboys now knew how the young woman's life was to be taken.
The tortured Melissa found new life as she saw the long shaft and imagined its use. She was striking to see, kneeling on the bloodied butcher block, held securely in place by the nose ring chained to the ceiling, and her ankles chained to the hoops in the side of the block. The men who made up the small exclusive audience whooped with elation as the master pressed the rounded tip of the heavy shaft against the forlorn teenage girl's freshly evacuated rectum.
With a firm pressure, he slid the rough metal pole into her, violating the virgin tail of her digestive track. Her pulsing anus gripped desperately at the cold invading steel. Melissa screamed in short gasping breaths as the thick rod was thrust deeper into her, filling her colon. The humiliation and pain she had experienced earlier came nowhere near this, because the rude intrusion into her body was more menacing and terrifying than anything she could imagine.
Melissa could tell from the determination with which the long instrument was being thrust into her that the tight fold at the end of her colon would not stop it. The hooded master was determined to push it right up into her guts. She and the watching audience knew from the length of the weapon being used that this calamitous invasion of her fundament would not stop short of full impalement. The pretty young bitch was now no more than history-in-the-making. She shook and sobbed hysterically, and clearly understood that the lethal event nearing its climax was solely for the profane entertainment of these few privileged wranglers. She made a delightful sex object.
As the shaft was given a hard thrust to drive it through the wall of her gut and on into the tight pack of her viscera, she jerked so hard in response that her legs kicked back and bucked, which ripped the round copper grommets out of her stretched cunt lips. The torn flesh spurted her blood, which splashed onto the wooden surface on which she knelt. She now had more room for movement, although her ankles were still securely chained to the butcher block.
When the steel pole was deep into her belly, the master moved around in front of her, grabbed her nose chain, and lifted her up so that she kneeled upright. He drew his pistol, and pressed the end of the muzzle deep into her navel. Taking careful aim, he squeezed the trigger. Everyone held their breath waiting for it. The 45 slug blasted deep into her gut. Even with the roar of the big revolver's discharge in the small room, the men heard the sound of the slug striking the steel shaft inside her.
The gut-shot girl moaned and sagged. The hooded master worked quickly now, not wanting to let her expire before he had completed exercising his craft. He thrust on the shaft up her ass with all his might, guiding and driving it past her stomach, between her lungs and scraping by her heart, then on up into her throat. The girl's neck showed the progress of the shaft up through her gullet, and at last it emerged through her mouth. She was now fully and artfully impaled. Her bulging eyes moved, the only remaining sign of life in the impudent young lady.
To complete his assignment, her hooded master once more moved in front of the impaled girl, his gun drawn. He placed the muzzle firmly against her forehead between her eyes, and pulled back the hammer. These men knew well and appreciated the violence of the gun, and they were ready for devastation. The horny wranglers were mesmerized, and held their breath as the hooded man squeezed off a single devastating shot that blew off the back of the girl's head.
The wranglers cheered the powerful sadist's decisive mastery of the lovely teenager. The beautiful young bitch had provided with her impressive though involuntary total sacrifice an enjoyable and memorable evening of amusement for the men, who were about to begin the long and arduous journey home.
During their stay in St. Lewis, Duke identified the women and girls from the city he wanted to take with him as fresh livestock, selecting most of the choice "cunt meat on the hoof" from the hallways of the city's small university, and from an exclusive private finishing school for girls. They made a long list of prime young females ranging in age from ten to twenty-four. He selected carefully, picking only the most attractive females for the stock he was assembling. Duke then made the plans to procure them with the minimum of trouble.
Cassandra proved to be a smart and capable yet fresh country girl. She was on her own for the first time, and although a gifted student, she was also out for a good time. Best of all, she knew the true value of her impressive physical assets, and how to capitalize on them. Duke used her as a collector, and by promising her an ample cash reward, got her to assist him in painlessly collecting the numerous females identified as desirable for his enterprise.
None of the people at the university knew how she earned her extra money, and none of them suspected the kind of work she did across the tracks in the bar near the mammoth stockyards. She had established a good reputation in her studies, and she dressed well, so it was believed she had wealthy parents. Both of these benefits earned her respect, which positioned her to repay her debt to Duke in the most meaningful way. She persuaded those young women he had selected as stock to join in a brief but secret adventure. She believed that was what was being offered to the girls, and accepted the invitation herself.
On the day of departure, six of wranglers staged a lightning raid on the exclusive private girl's finishing school. They boldly walked in, lined the girls and their teachers up, and inspected them. They forced the teenage girls and young women to slip down their panties, lift their dresses, and bend over, so that their fully displayed cunnies and rectums could be carefully examined. From the eight classrooms they selected thirty young girls and five of their teachers. They spent more than an hour raping and slitting the throats of the seventy rejects. Then they loaded their bound and gagged sex prizes aboard a covered wagon. As they left, they torched the three buildings, which would delay and confuse an investigation.
The secret ranch retreat had been operating for three years, and each year Duke made the cattle drive into an opportunity to procure fresh female stock for the clandestine organization. With total secrecy, Duke and his wranglers left St. Louis with three wagons loaded with a cargo of live cuntmeat. This was prime bitch on the hoof.
In the first large covered wagon were twenty young army wives, who believed they were going to see their husbands before the men left on a long assignment on the Mexican border. The second wagon contained a stable of twenty-three gorgeous young women from the university who believed they were setting off on a high adventure. This belief would be realized beyond the scope of their most terrifying nightmares. Bringing up the rear was the large covered wagon with its precious cargo of darling eighteen year old girls from the finishing school. All of the occupants of this wagon remained bound and gagged, to make the trip easier for the wranglers. The girls and women riding in the wagons ahead believed that rear wagon in the small convoy was filled with provisions and equipment for the camp they would occupy. In fact, four wagons of provisions had departed for the secret ranch three days earlier.
The ladies and girls were surprised when the wagon came to the edge of the recessed valley. There had been no sign of it as they had approached it; it had looked like another large draw or dry gulch. Instead they saw a flat bottomed valley that at this point was nearly half a mile wide. Set in the middle of it was an unusually large rambling ranch house with a second floor above the first, a couple of large stock barns, some smaller outbuildings which could provide accommodation for hired hands, and three large corrals.
The gate they passed under had a large DH brand on either end, and in the middle was the name DEVIL'S HAVEN. A dozen young grinning wranglers rode out to meet them, and made obscene remarks about the fine quality of the females that had been procured. The women were shocked at the remarks, but what was said gave them a terrifying chill as they realized the horrible deception that had brought them out here onto the prairie, far from the security of the city. The new bitch stock had arrived. The ranch now had a fresh supply of cunts.
Cassandra, nearly seventy other young women, and the thirty school girls were kept in a large bunkhouse. During the day were kept naked in an open corral, near the corral in which the horses were kept. The had little relief from the blazing sun. They were guarded by wranglers armed with long woman-whips, and the vicious sting of the lash effectively kept them under control. The wealthy ranchers had long ago discovered that the whip was the most effective tool for bitch control, and they had easily mastered both the vicious weapon and the cunts they took captive.
Not all of the captive females had come to the secret ranch retreat with the last raiding party. Five of the women had been in this remote camp for nearly two years, having somehow avoided becoming involved in the more deadly sports that were featured here. The captive women were not allowed to go out of the corral to use the outhouses used by the wranglers, but were told instead to make use of the numerous gopher holes to piss and shit into when they had to defecate.
The captive females were fed well by the boys in the cookhouse, and once a month when the vet came to check health of the horses, he also looked over the women. His visit occurred at the end of the third week after the arrival of this year's batch of captive cunts, and the old vet found that Cassandra's beautiful vagina had healed up perfectly from the cruel glass slashes from the broken bottle trick.
All of the girls in the herd of human mares were declared healthy and fit, and the vet proposed that to keep them that way, they be chased out in the open, forced to run over the rolling hills covered only with the prairie's dry grasses, kept in a constant state of stark panic by the rugged men on horseback.
Every morning the women and girls started their day by being stampeded by the wranglers, herded by the mounted ranch hands as if they were cattle. This forced exercise and the excellent nutrition they received from the boys in the cookhouse kept the naked human female stock in prime condition.
Cassandra stood in the hot sun on the back of the fallen buffalo out on the open prairie, displaying her voluptuous body to these wealthy horsemen. She spread her knees and shamelessly masturbated for them, stimulating her clit so that it rose out of its fleshy hood, and rubbing up her full vagina lips until she produced a glistening lather of her orgasm. She did not yet fully grasp her relationship to them, but clearly understood what was expected of her. This was really a weird situation, but the daring ranch girl found it exciting.
They were a full day's ride away from the nearest ranch, and this cunt hunt had taken them more than an hour from the secret retreat buildings in the bottom of the hidden small valley. Here on the open prairie, with its incredible spread of grasslands and gently rolling hills the wealthy ranchers had total control of these girls, and Cassandra knew and fully accepted that they required her to do outrageous things.
The spear she had used for the kill stood up out of the animal's neck, and now that her sex meat was fully moistened, she thrust her cunt onto the end of the jutting shaft, using it as a dildo. She humped and ground her hips in erotic action, bringing on a string of eruptive orgasms, which were real erotic discharge of her high sexual energy, including everything but ejaculation, for the delight of her audience. This remarkable university student and prostitute was clearly the best cowgirl they had ever found, and she was getting better with each event.
She had actually volunteered to train the other two girls for this buffalo hunt, and when one girl had got ahead and fallen from her mount, she had purposefully run her galloping horse over the downed nude, trampling her to death rather than lose ground on the buffalo. The horses of the girls following her also trampled across the fallen nude, but she was likely dead before they got their hooves onto her. It was Cassandra's mount that hit her first, and the fast horse had got her naked body with all four hooves as it charged after the herd of stampeding buffalo.
These rich beef barons had developed this club for the sole purpose of satisfying and acting out their outlandishly bizarre violent sexual fantasies. Duke was the one who had brought these men together, and had dared them into forming the atrocious association they now enjoyed. Their group had, for the past five years, procured gorgeous women and beautiful young girls from far afield, bringing them across the barren prairie to this remote virgin location, and had enslaved them, to utilize in their violent sexual events.
They had started with just four captive ladies, and had sexually abused them throughout the first year, until the increasingly violent abuse had been too much for the cunts, and three of them had died during a single evening of brutal sexual excesses. The next year they had brought twenty cunts to the ranch as involuntary guests, and planned for the death of at least one of them in each of their several weekend visits for gross sexual debauchery.
For their third season they included in the larger herd of captive bitches a number of eighteen year old school girls. These young but fully developed cunts had at first been brought out to the ranch to be erotic servants. When one of these pretty teenage gems required punishment one weekend, the group of wealth cattlemen agreed that abusing the girls was a rewarding experience, and from that time onward they had ensured that girls as well as women were selected and well represented in the annual cunt gathering excursions into the big cities.
The special females that they gathered had both willingly and unwillingly participated in events which began as erotic but which, by design, turned to severe sexual violence. These were varied performances, mostly designed by Duke, in which the female participants were humiliated, raped, beaten and tortured, and in which they were required to perform obscene and often disgusting acts for the entertainment of their wealthy male patrons and masters. They were effectively reduced to the role of sex animals, and they all knew that every time they were called upon to perform in a bizarre event, their very lives were in danger.
It did not pay for the girls to get sick. During the winter the vet had come to visit and found five of the ladies had caught bad colds. Three of the university students, a school girl and her twenty-five year old teacher were coughing, sniffling, and had noticeable fevers. He told the startled wranglers to give them their regular summer exercise, without protective clothing. He assured them it would make them well in half the normal time.
The unfortunate bitches were chased by the men on horseback, forced to run naked through the snow for nearly an hour. This ensured the lovely young ladies would not get over the colds before the next event, planned for a few days hence. When the ranchers came out to the ranch to enjoy their regular winter games, the women's colds were of course much worse, and three of the girls had developed pneumonia.
The vet had no interest in curing them, as he knew that these five were not going to live long under any circumstances. He gave them a triple shot of whisky, forcing them to take the burning liquid down, knowing it would reduce their symptoms enough that the men would not be distracted by their acting sickly.
Great icicles hung from the eves outside the main building, and Duke broke off several and forced the five fevered ladies to sit naked on the floor before a roaring fire in the huge stone fireplace, and masturbate with the long and thick spears of ice. He was not satisfied until the five nudes had melted the entire length of the massive projectiles in their wombs. When the men were satisfied that the cunts were fully chilled, a second set of the monstrous icicles was brought in, and the girls were forced to sit on them, forcing the thick points and cold shafts up into their tight rectums.
The mistreated nudes sobbed in their humiliation and agony, but knew better than to resist the horrible instructions. The eleven year old, one of the smallest of all the captive schoolgirls, had the greatest distress because of the extra large icicle she was given and the diminutive size of her little anus. The men were delighted with her demonstrated misery. The pretty naked girl screamed as her weight forced the thick shaft too deep into her, rupturing the tight ring of her sphincter.
Once the ice posts were in place, their coldness began to ease the pain of their monstrously stretched rectums, and puddles of water formed as the ice inside the vulnerable ladies gradually melted. The successful cattlemen sat back in their comfortable leather chairs, sipping their steaming coffee and whisky as the naked ladies sat on the floor in the growing puddles of cold water, shivering and sneezing in their distress.
Now it was time for the evening of debauchery to get more interesting. A pair of stout ropes were thrown over one of the high ceiling beams. One end of each rope was tied into a noose, and the other end was tied off to vertical support beams. Duke announced to the men seated around in their comfortable leather chairs that the first two young ladies who balked at the next exercise would be hung from these ropes. All five of the fevered cunts were suddenly eager to participate in the mysterious event.
Duke pulled out his 45, shook out the bullets from the revolving cylinder, and handed the pistol and one of the bullets to the oldest of the naked females, the attractive twenty-five year old teacher. He told her to put the bullet into one of the chambers, and after two tries, she was successful. Now he instructed the diminutive eleven year old girl, one of the woman's pupils, to get onto her hands and knees. When she was in position, he told her teacher to spin the revolver, and then thrust the barrel of the gun into the naked girl's anus. They were going to play a novel variation of the game popularized in the courts of the Czar or Russia. Russian Roulette had been talked about with horror, but had never become popular in America, as it was in Czarist Russia.
The nude teacher was shaking as she did as she was told, and the young student screamed with the insertion of the barrel through her little rectum, which was still cold from the large icicle it had melted. She felt as if she had to evacuate, and her lively anus alternately gripped the stout barrel and then spread as her colon heaved, attempting to eject the foreign object by shitting it out. Duke showed the young teacher how to pull back the heavy hammer, then how to pull the trigger. She screamed, looked at the pair of dangling nooses, and did exactly as she was told.
She had seen enough raw merciless violence to the captive women since she had arrived at this incredible retreat to be fully convinced these evil men meant business. It was her or the young girl. She knew she would unlikely escape this terrible place, and that if she did she could never return to her job, but would be forced to flee to another part of the country. There was no chance she would ever see this pretty young girl's parents again, and she was not ready to die herself. There was only one option.
The trembling teacher squeezed her eyes tightly closed, and pulled on the trigger. The big gun was not made for such a delicate hand, and she had to pull hard. At last the hammer slammed down with a snap. It had struck an empty chamber. The naked teacher sat on the floor, her knees spread and shaking, and she began to sob. She had jerked the gun out of the girl's anus, and the raised sight on the barrel tore the anal skin so that the pretty pink rectal orifice of the girl began to bleed. Now duke told the woman to get onto her hands and knees, and she screamed hysterically. Their roles were now reversed, and she would be the target.
The other girls followed her vocal lead when they saw this incredible contest of luck and nerves was going to continue. Duke looked over to the dangling nooses, and getting the message, she got onto her hands and knees. He handed the young girl the big gun, and she willingly moved behind her beautiful kneeling teacher. The student was bent on revenge, and knew exactly what the men wanted her to do. Sobbing, the girl eagerly pressed the cold steel against the exposed anus of her teacher, and pushed hard with both hands on the big pistol grip, thrusting the cold steel hard against the puckered core of her teacher's bum until it burst through, and rand deep into the young woman's colon. Duke had to remind the shaking eleven year old to spin the revolver, which she quickly did. The kneeling teacher was shaking uncontrollably, realizing that her life may be over in a violent blast of the gun in the next few seconds.
The girl had to use both thumbs to pull back the big gun's hammer, and both index fingers on the stiff trigger to release the powerful spring. Suddenly the heavy hammer slammed downward, and snapped home, striking another empty chamber. The teacher had got a reprieve. Without being told, the girl got onto her hands and knees, leaving the gun in the firm grip of her teacher's rectum, sticking out obscenely between the spread round buttocks. The child knew there were five chances in six she would survive the next round, and then she would get another chance to get revenge on her teacher for hurting her with than gun in her anus.
The teacher was less reluctant to act this time. The reality of being so vulnerable to deadly violence made all the difference on the world to her attitude. Bending forward, she grasped the handle of the heavy pistol lodged in her colon and gingerly pulled it free. The icycle had not entirely cleaned out her colon, and there was a brown smear along the barrel. Ignoring the smelly stain, she spun the big cylinder resolutely. She jabbed the weapon into the tight anus of the kneeling girl, being careful to hert her as the front site burst through the student's tight anus. It was the only control she had in this bizarre situation, so she thrust the gun in as deep as she could, pressing the front of the revolver against the small spread buttocks, and cocked the hammer.
She demonstrated that she was a quick learner. There were no acceptable options open to her, so without hesitation, she pulled the trigger. The men sat forward in their chairs, more interested now as the even developed the way they knew it would. This beautiful young teacher was a good choice by Duke. She was a cocky slut, the kind they loved for their entertainments. He always selected good women.
She screamed as the hammer struck against another empty chamber. Now she would have to face another attempt on her life by her young student. The young teacher was trembling and sobbing continuously now as she got once more onto her hands and knees. She thrust her buttocks, spreading them to ease the discomfort of the debasing thrusting of the barrel into her rectum. This erotic looking action slightly spread her anus, and the gun was eagerly rammed home by the young girl.
The lithe student spun the gun's revolving cylinder, and cocked the hammer using both of her thumbs. She was delighted to have this kind of power over a teacher, even knowing the severe consequences to the deadly game of chance. She laughed hysterically as she pulled on the trigger with both hands. Once more, the beautiful nature of the bizarre event lay in the gross terror and hysteria it generated in the two naked female participants, rather than from the lethal sport's violent payoff. That part was still to come. The hammer struck another empty chamber.
The teacher threw her head back and screeched in relief. She reached back between her spread legs and jerked the gun out of her anus, and made a show of spinning the cylinder. As the eleven year old assumed the kneeling position, the teacher coughed and wheezed from her pneumonia, and using the distraction of movement, found the chamber with the bullet and quietly moved it behind the barrel. She was not going to lose this aberrant sex contest to this sniveling little student, even if it came to cheating.
The men smiled at Duke. The young girl was already on her hands and knees, awaiting the inevitable insertion of the pistol into her fundament, and did not see the young woman's move, but the alert ranchers had not missed it. Unless bad luck put the bullet into the barrel too early in the contest, it always came to this. It was a part of the game they loved, seeing which of the contestants would break the other's trust first. Duke had told them that if the contest went beyond two moves each, one of them was likely to be driven to the point she would commit deliberate murder under the pressure. They had doubted him, but he had proven right again. They knew that with that seed planted in therir minds, if the teacher held firm to honor, the girl would have cheated on the next move. They also knew that such a possibility was now a moot point, as the child was not going to survive this turn.
Two wranglers stood by, ready with their guns, in case the desperate nude bitch got the idea she could shoot one of the men rather than the kneeling girl. The woman was shaking so badly that she had to use both hands to position the muzzle of the pistol against the offered anus between the spread buttocks of the kneeling youngster. She sat down between the girl's feet, her legs spread on either side of the girl, and braced herself for the heavy discharge of the large gun. What she had not anticipated was the discharge of blood from the girl's anus, vagina, mouth, nose, and ears as the large slug ripped up through her slender naked torso.
What delighted the men was that the force of the blast blew the girl's eyes out of their sockets. The student was dead instantly, with all of her internal plumbing ripped apart by the big slug that had so brutally torn through her to end the exciting game. The girl's body had leapt into the air by the spasm of her legs as the slug blasted into her. The men's penises were not only fully erect, but were dribbling pre-ejaculation fluid, demonstrating that the bizarre event was interesting them, and bringing them some level of satisfaction.
The teacher collapsed from the strain of the event. She lay on the floor, limbs akimbo, weeping in shock at the inhuman violence she had just committed. The other three girls, all pretty university students, pissed great splashing hot sprays of urine onto the hardwood floor, triggered by from the stark violence of the killing of the eleven year old schoolgirl they had just witnessed. They all now fully grasped the true seriousness of their situation, and the likelihood that they would also be brutally murdered before the evening's recreation was over. Two of the three students were tall and slender, while the third was short and somewhat stocky, but with a slender hourglass waist. All three were athletic, and had healthy bladders, attested to by their fear-piss which flooded the floor around their bare feet.
A house boy with a mop cleaned up the warm amber lady-water as Duke stood over the squatting girls and handed the stocky girl the bloodied and shit-smeared pistol and a bullet. As she loaded the bullet into the weapon, he instructed one of the other two, the blonde, to spread her legs and lean back. The girl screamed her refusal, and in an instant he stood the bitch up and had a noose over her neck. He cinched it tight, and left her hands free, knowing she did not have the strength to untie the firm knots in the stout rope. He pulled her up until she was forced to stand on the very points of her tip toes, with her feet severely and painfully arched to take any of her weight off the rope on her neck. The rope would not stretch. She had an ideal view of the proceedings, and was doomed to die of strangulation before the evening was over.
To give her a taste of her brief but eventful future, he kicked her feet out from under her, causing her to swing wildly by her neck. She grabbed desperately with her hands at the rope, attempting to take the strain off her neck, then made the mistake of kicking her legs, increasing the stress on her slender neck. At the same time, her legs reached desperately for the floor, her feet strianing to reach down to make even the slightest contact. She finally got the tips of her toes to drag on the floor and slow her swinging, then was able to take more than half her weight onto her reaching toes, slightly relieving the monstrous choking by the tight noose.
The question was, how long would it take for her feet to cramp in their extended position, causing them to fail to give her the necessary support, allowing her to strangle to death. Her legs were strong, showing their muscle and sinew under the severe strain. She had beautiful feet, displayed at their best in the struggle to provide some support, with the muscles and tendons stretched to the limit. Even her firm breasts appeared to join in the action, pointing as she struggled to hold the position that put the least pressure on her restricted throat. She was a beautiful sight, and her hanging and death would be a picture to remember.
The remaining girl quickly assumed the position, on her back and resting on her shoulders, with her hips raised, her knees spread, and her fully bloomed sex organ offered to the murderous weapon. She saw that she had at least a fifty-fifty chance with the gun, and that if she lost, her death would be immediate. Without a second of hesitation, the short girl thrust the muzzle of the gun deep into the moist cunt offered to her until she could feel its warmth against her hands, and pulled the trigger.
The explosion was deafening. While the blonde bitch was being strung up on the rope, the stocky girl had moved the bullet into position behind the barrel to ensure she would survive, as she had seen the teacher do. The large slug ripped up through the blonde girl's body, causing her to buck sensationally, if briefly. As she had anticipated, the blonde girl was sudden dead meat. She made a beautiful carcass.
Duke gave the two cheaters, the teacher and the short girl, the option of gambling with surviving the gun or the certainty of the rope. To illustrate the point, he once more kicked the feet out from under the strung up bitch. She swung wildly, gurgling as her face turned dark from the strangulation. She managed at last to get her toes back onto the floor, but her respite was brief. Duke shortened the rope and tied it off, raising her three inches so that she could no longer touch the floor.
She grasped desperately at the tight rope with her arms, but did not have the strength to give herself much relief. He swung her again, adding entertainment value for the men enjoying the sexual speciality. The empty noose on the other rope dangled invitingly beside her, and the other two lovelies readily chose the gun. Duke brought forward a pair of sawed off shotguns, with sixteen inch barrels. The eyes of the two bitches bulged in disbelief. These were incredible weapons, capable of blasting them in half. On the other hand, dead was dead, and it would certainly be quick. Each still held the faint hope that she might be the one to survive. Duke told the girls that one of the two guns was loaded, and to take their pick. The guns appeared to be identical, so the teacher picked one and the short girl the other, with no argument.
Duke moved the ladies ten feet apart, then sat them on the floor, facing each other. He instructed them to lie back, and to raise their hips, presenting their cunts to each other. They did as they were told, allowing him to load their moist vaginas with the heinous weapons. He thrust the stout gun barrels in deep, so that they were fully supported in the grip of the ladies' cunts. The girls looked bizarre, lying on their backs, thrusting their hips forward with the enormous and deadly gun butts jutting between their spread legs. Both were sobbing, nearly delirious with fever and hysteria.
Duke handed each of them a string tied to the trigger of the gun in the other's cunt. He put the destiny of each girl in the other's hands. The face of the blonde hanging by her neck was now turning purple, her eyes bulged, and her gums were bleeding. She once more kicked briefly in her total state of desperation, and then she lost all control. Her rectum opened as her kicking diminished, and she dirtied herself. Firm dark stools dropped from her loose anus, while a stream of her urine spurted from between her legs. She trembled violently, quivered, then was still. The attractive young college bitch was dead by strangulation.
The men returned their attention to the two young women on the floor, holding the matched shotguns in their gripping cunts. Duke told them to get ready, and to pull the strings whenever they liked, after his signal. Both girls visibly tensed, and glued their eyes to the big cattleman who had arranged their capture. In the short evening of entertainment, he had successfully turned both of them into murderers. He knew they would not hesitate to pull the strings as soon as the signal was given.
Duke held his right hand high, with his handkerchief held firmly in his grip. Suddenly he dropped his hand. Within half a second there were two thunderous reports. Both guns, not just one, discharged. The ladies' bellies swelled as the vicious beads of lead shot ripped through them, expanding them with such force that both the slender waisted young women were blasted cleanly in half.
Their upper halves ripped off and were blown away by the incredible force of the 12 gage shot. One of the men asked Duke if he hadn't told the girls only one of the guns was loaded. Duke answered with a twinkle in his eye that he had indeed mentioned one gun being loaded, but he had not mentioned the other gun at all. Besides, it seemed consummately fair to cheat cheaters. The men were laughing as the vet came in, having tended to the horses. The burly animal doctor looked at the five gorgeous bitch carcasses, and commented on how quickly and effectively the ranchers had cured the young ladies' colds.
The men had prepared a postmortem award for the best performance by a human pussy. It consisted of a red flag tied to the end of a long pointed steel shaft. They awarded the peculiar prize to the eighteen year old student, for her aggressive participation and willingness to take on her adult teacher in the odd and deadly game of chance. Duke thrust the steel shaft into the chest of the slender girl's naked body, as a tribute to her fortitude. Her pretty carcass was a fine tribute to the evening's event, and the men left cleanup to the four house boys as they made their way to bed.
At three in the morning, one of the cooks sneaked warm clothes, capes and boots out to the female bunkhouse. He awakened three of the girls, got them into the flannel shirts, jeans, jackets, boots and capes, and released them, pointing them in the direction to the nearest town. He did not mention that the town was more than eight days distance by foot. The three quietly left the barn, and taking advantage of a full moon, moved away from the When the ranchers got up, they sat down to a hearty breakfast, and then moved out to the stables, where their horses had been saddled and bridled. The men mounted, and armed with their light coyote hunting rifles and with long whips, they set out after the escaped women, easily following their trail through the foot-deep snow.
The men were in no hurry, as the women had no place to hide out on the open prairie, and they knew well that the anticipation was easily as satisfying as the capture. There were some cuts and draws, and a few rolling hills, but no real cover, and the girls had to leave deep tracks as they waded their way through the deep snow. They would be easy but very interesting pickings, and the men were looking forward to an appealing and entertaining morning of bitch hunting.
Three hours out they spotted them. The girls were crossing a hill, and they were just dark spots. As the men had expected, the three inexperienced girls had been moving in a long sweeping curved path, moving consistently to their right, following the movement of the moon across the sky. If they were allowed to continue unhampered for a couple of days, they girls would likely come back up to the camp. Although that would be very amusing, it was not in the plans. The men had something much more appealing in mind.
The girls were so busy arguing as they pushed through the snow they did not see the mounted men until the horses had moved within a couple of hundred yards of them. The young women split up in panic, and in less than ten minutes, the three beautiful young bitches were rounded up and brought together. The mounted men began the new ordeal by commanding the girls to return the stolen clothing. The expected objections were met with the unstrapped the vicious whips from their saddles. In seconds the girls had removed the capes and were striping off the shirts and jeans.
Although they had been warm in the protective clothing, the girls were now shivering as they were forced to go naked in the frozen snow. The men moved their horses into a large circle around the delicious nudes, and then they uncurled their long whips. One by one, they lashed out at the freezing bitch meat, warming the girls up. The horsemen showed their skill with the whips as they blasted the bitches on the backs, buttocks, bellies, tits and cunts at will. A brutal stinging lash across the back would force a girl to leap into the air, and as she flew three more well placed blows would strike her exposed sex organs.
As they raised angry red welts, they were careful not to break the skin. It was too early in the game to draw blood. The three hysterically screaming bitches' blood would flow in abundance later. For now the ranchers were happy to just hurt their erotic human livestock. These lovely young cunts, with their big boobs bouncing furiously to the lash of the vicious whips, were made for hurting, and these experienced cattlemen were experts at hurting women.
They liberally laced the flesh of the lovely leaping and screaming nudes, and besides laying a crisscross pattern of angry raised welts over most of their naked meat, the snapping tips of the whips had stung the girl's erect nipples and swelled out their pouting cunts. To the three captive girls it was not pretty - to the men it was beautiful.
The vet had come along for the enjoyment of the hunt, and he suggested that if they continued with the violent whipping, the girls would soon start to fade. The men curled up their whips, lashed them to their saddles, and without any additional encouragement, the girls ran off through the snow, with a desperate attempt at escape their only goal.
The horsemen fanned out, but kept no more than a hundred yards from the running nudes, flanking them, which kept the hysterical freezing cunts running in the same general direction. When the women were lined up and slowed by having to wade through the deep snow, the men drew their rifles, and the three nude young women screamed out in their anguish. At this distance the group of twenty mounted marksmen could play with the running nudes all day, nicking them and causing them extreme anguish and pain without bringing them down, if that was what they wanted to do.
Duke took the first shot, nicking the bare buttock of one of the girls. She and the others screamed, mostly in disbelief that the men were actually shooting at them. The bullet had cut a clean shallow trough through the ample meat of the girl's bare ass, and it stung her like a hot brand. A tiny spurt of her blood sprayed onto the snow as she ran, marking her trail as if she were actually wounded. The effect on their output of energy was startling. The three bitches doubled their speed, and the horses easily adjusted to keep the riders close. The next shot came from the other flank, and caught one of the other two running bitches on the under side of her big bouncing breast.
The large mammary was slammed up against her shoulder with the impact of the slug, but the damage was about the same as the other girl had taken on her ass: a furrow thought the skin and the upper layer of meat. She also sustained a burn mark where the bullet had skimmed the lower edge of her forearm. Now the second girl was also trickling her blood into the snow, leaving a light crimson sprinkle as she ran. There was no doubt that the flow of blood from the naked human game would increase, not decrease.
The men watched her run, flinging her legs and arms desperately, her vulva fully visible between her legs as she leaned forward in her desperate dash for safety and freedom. Neither were within her reach. She was too valuable as a running target for their ready rifles, and they were not about to let any of these beautiful young cunts escape. When they staged a hunt like this, the men might play with their quarry for hours, but never gave the women even the slightest chance of success in their hopeless flight.
The third girl took one of the steel nosed slugs right through her breast, leaving a clean entry wound and a small jagged exit wound. The men were getting the excitement they had hoped for from the chase, and from seeing the highly erotic sight of the naked girls bleeding from the fresh gunshot wounds as they ran through the sun-lit snow. The brilliant contrast of the bright red blood on the sparkling white snow was striking. These rugged ranchers had often chased deer across the snow covered plains as they had hunted fresh meat for their families.
Now the wealthy men were hunting for the pure sexual pleasure of the chase and the kill. They knew their enjoyment would be heightened by three factors: by the use of human game; by elevating the terror and horror for the three naked hostages; and by prolonging the bizarre cruel chase. That was exactly what they were doing. At this point the rest of the men got directly involved in the murderous cunt hunt. They took their time, each taking three or four shots at each of the hysterically screaming running bitches. They took turns in rotation, being careful to just nick the flesh, or put their bullets through the soft female extremities, where they did entertaining damage without dealing a lethal shot. They also the took time to enjoy each shot before putting another into one of the three adrenaline-charged sex targets.
When the men had emptied their clips into the girls, they stopped to reload, letting the girls run on ahead. All three of the naked young ladies were now leaving bloody trails as they bolted through the foot-deep snow. The were moving up a gentle but steady rise that opened onto an elevated plain. Up there the men knew the cunts would run into large drifts, that would give them no protection, but would definitely slow them down, causing them to waste energy wading through the waist-deep drifts, which were like static waves of snow.
Duke reached into his saddle bags and provided each of the men with a box of special hollow nosed shells. Unlike the steel jacketed slugs which bored neat holes right through tender bitch meat, these had holes dimpled into their tip. They would begin to expand as soon as they struck the tender meat of the ladies, and would rip gaping holes through the succulent female meat. These were killer shells, the notorious and outlawed dum dums. With good marksmanship and timing, the young ladies' blood would decorate the snows over a large portion of that elevated plain before the exciting and devastating cunt hunt was completed.
The chuck wagon which had followed them had arrived shortly after they had started the first round of shooting, and now the coffee was ready, so they put off the chase to rest up. The cook had brought along a couple of bottles of brandy, which they liberally laced through their coffee, and in fifteen minutes the cunt hunters were feeling refreshed. They remounted their horses, and headed toward the parallel bloody trails left by the wounded women, leading up the gentle slope.
When they came over the brow of the hill, they saw one of the injured girls had fallen, and was leaving more blood in the snow than the others. When she saw the horsemen coming, she leapt to her feet. The men quickly saw that she was losing a great deal of blood. She was not yet critical, but by her condition, she had nominated herself as the first target in this new round of the deadly cunt hunt.
The horsemen moved closer to her, and from the range of sixty feet, they were able to pick at her at will. Again Duke took the first shot, and put a slug into the side of her breast. A spray of blood and strands of tit meat flew out the other side, totally devastating the large mammary. She spun around, and a second slug blew off her right arm, above the elbow. She fell, face first, into a snowdrift. She kicked her gorgeous legs, and one of the men picked off her moving leg, hitting it dead center above the ankle, and her severed foot spun off into the air. The amazing bitch lifted her ass in the air, trying desperately to get back up. She was a truly remarkable specimen. Duke had picked these prime college cunts well.
The next marksman took full advantage of the raised target, and hit a bull's-eye in her exposed anus. The slug with its filed nose hit her rectum at an angle, spread as it tore across inside her, and it loosened her hip. A second shot from the same angle hit her moving anus, and the double exposure to the traumatic violence was too much for the limb, and the hip and leg was totally severed. She rolled onto her back, and seeing the severe loss of blood and shock was likely to take her quickly, one of the men gut-shot the pretty bitch, which caused her to sit up, her eyes bulging in disbelief at the violence being wrecked on her. The mounted men moved quickly in her, and Duke moved his large steed directly over her.
She looked up into the barrel of his rifle, pointed between her eyes, and saw his finger tighten on the trigger. She saw the muzzle turn to flame, but felt nothing of the big slug smashing into her forehead, because it ripped apart her brain, and when it hit the back of her skull, its force was so great that it jerked her head right off her neck, throwing it back into the soft snow. A wrangler got a rope around the dead girl's remaining ankle and tied the other end onto a pack saddle on a pack horse. The headless carcass of the bitch would be dragged home through the snow. They had no need for it, but thought it would complete their hunt to bring home their quarry. Her meat would serve as food for the dogs. The ranchmen had moved off after the other two bitches. The girls had stopped their retreat to watch, frozen in stark horror, the brutal sex-killing of their ill-fated companion.
Now they turned tail and moved away again, motivated by panic. They were both suffering from hypothermia from the cold and the violence they had witnessed. As the men began to chase them again, they both exerted themselves so much that they worked up a sweat, stoking their internal furnaces, and were not in immediate danger of freezing. In fact the hunt was about to heat up for both of them.
The horsemen ran their horses in a large circle around the two nude girls, and then slowly tightened the circle. One of the men lined up a perfect tit shot, and blew a large hole in a big bouncing breast. Another got a shot across an ass, ripping a great chunk of bitch steak off the other girl's buttock. The impact of the blast spun her around, but amazingly, the cunt stayed on her feet. She attempted to run, and as she bolted forward, a shot from the side came up on one of her big bouncing breasts, and the struck mammary virtually exploded. She hit the ground hard, and then immediately rebounded, springing up in a raging anger. The naked and severely wounded cunt showed incredible spunk, and was roaring like a tiger. Duke signaled with his gun, and in an instant all of the rifles were leveled at her. They were going to finish the wounded bitch with a group gut shot. And that was exactly what happened.
All twenty rifles discharged in the space of two seconds, and the results were as spectacular as they were devastating to the young college girl. The blasting dum dum bullets ripped her cleanly in half, blowing her spinning into the air like a torn rag doll. Instead of the flannel stuffing that a rag doll would leak, her entrails and jetting sprays of blood laced out from the revolving parts. When she hit her apex, Duke once more exhibited his marksmanship as he hit her squarely in her pretty face, and her head exploded as her fat breast had done just moments earlier. The wrangler with the pack horse and ropes dragging the carcass of the first girl to be killed, moved over to the split carcass of the second bitch as the horsemen moved off after the third cunt.
That bitch was now far off, having run at full speed the moment the first girl had been killed. She had come upon a series of heavy drifts, and was not making much progress. Her bloody trail sparkled in the bright afternoon sun as she plowed, stark naked, through the deep drifts. She looked back in terror as the men moved easily over the waves of snow on horseback. She turned and fell, landing on her back over a four foot high ridge of snow, and the men were impressed at how this posture presented her beautiful cunt to them.
The terror had proven to be too much for her, and the young college bitch's mind had snapped. She was now totally deranged. She just lay there, her gorgeous legs spread wide, screaming and trembling uncontrollably. She was ready and posed for the ending they had planned for her: she was going to go out with a special Duke wanted to try. As his horse stopped beside the prone girl, Duke drew a large hunting knife, leaned low, and thrust the big blade deep into the beautiful young girl's protruding cunt. The guard at the join of handle to blade pressed against her tender cuntlips, so that only the eight inch long handle stuck out obscenely from the wild game girl's stabbed pussy.
The horsemen drew their pistols, and one by one, started to shoot at the jutting knife handle sticking obscenely out of the girl's spread cunt, like a big prick. Each shot was like a hammer blow. The blade inside her womb slapped, sliced, stung, and vibrated with each brutal blow of the slugs against the leather wrapped steel knife handle. The lead bullets fractured on impact, and the pieces cut into the hysterically screaming captive bitch's inner thighs and calves, ripping them as the tiny bits of metal punctured and embedded themselves in her tender leg-meat.
The lead fragments in her legs would prove to be very hard on the teeth and guts of any carrion that fed on the delectable young lady's succulent carcass. The wrangler was retrieving only the major parts, and was leaving feet and even whole limbs behind to freeze in the snow, to be eaten by coyotes, gulls, and buzzards. Anything of the girls left behind would be food for the wild animals.
The knife in her womb was cutting the prone bitch up viciously inside, and at the same time, causing her incredible internal pain from the violent slaps of the bullets, and the following resonant vibration of the high quality steel. She gave the men a laugh when she finally shit herself from the incredible distress she was experiencing. Predictably, the beautiful young bitch's hysteria was growing.
One of the men got a rope around one of her big breasts, and cinched it tight, ballooning the big mammary grotesquely. Duke reached down and retrieved his valuable knife from her womb. The handle required a fresh winding of cured leather, but the steel had otherwise survived the ordeal under fire. Bright crimson blood spurted from the bitch's damaged cunt as the large blade came out of her.
Duke wiped the steel clean on a bandana, which he threw away once the cunt-warmed blade was once again spotless.
The men holstered their pistols and, satisfied with the situation, rode back to the chuck wagon for their lunch. The wrangler came up to the fallen girl, dragging behind the pack horse the remnants of the two girls killed. The third girl, still fully alive and suffering, had the rope from her breast tied to the saddle, and was dragged by her tortured tit beside the dead meat as a living carcass.
The wrangler set off slowly toward the club ranch, knowing the others would catch up to follow him before things got interesting. Duke and the other men were satisfied that the bitch would not live through the fifteen mile trip, dragged through the frozen snow. She could go in any one of three ways, it was just a matter of which would take her first.
She would definitely be severely scraped on the frozen snow. She would also freeze, and she might freeze to death. An interesting question would be how likely would she be to have her breast ripped off by the scraping ice before she died. The members of the powerful Ranchmen's Club all agreed this ending would be more delicious that the multiple hollow nosed bullets from the rifles into her cunt.
Spring came to the prairie with a lush greening that belied the dry brown that would cover the open plains by summer. It was a time of renewal, for calving, for fun, and a time to explore the full reach of their total power over their packed stable of young captive slave women. The ranchmen had been busy with calving, and had not visited their special retreat since that marvelous midwinter cunt hunt. That event had been followed by a blizzard that had kept everyone close to home, and the winter had passed quickly after that, with all of the work that was required in preparation for the warmer weather keeping them all busy.
The girls at the secret retreat ranch were all outright sex slaves, and their very lives depended totally on the whims of their merciless horny owners. What was left of their pride and modesty was of little concern to the men who now owned them. Fun for these wealthy ranchers was to witness and participate in the excessive sexual abuse of these unfortunate maidens. No safety precautions were considered necessary or desirable in designing their sexual debasement, because discomfort, humiliation and pain were considered to be only preliminary to their full abuse, in which brutality to the bitches was the prime objective. Their injury, sexual ruin, and total destruction were not only a risk, but were in fact expected.
Because of the arduous trip necessary, the ranchers had paid the fun ranch only one visit during the harsh prairie winter, which had featured the deadly cunt-hunting party. A small staff of wranglers kept the ranch in shape, and tended to the women. The crude, uneducated, and horny young ranch hands were given one particularly pleasant task: they were instructed to seed the womb of each female at least every other day. This would make pregnant bitches to torture, and those women allowed to go to term would provide a more entertaining form of calving for the gross debauchery the wealthy men so much enjoyed.
Their other chores took only four hours a day. The rest of the time they played with the bitch stock. To avoid the danger of stupid amorous connections, the foreman required the men to work in teams of three, and although the young men were permitted to fuck their brains out, the copulation was always in the form of rape, with two others holding the bitch during the action. Often one of those holding the girl would have his penis buried in her anus, with the other with his fat prick runting in her throat. Neither the wranglers nor the female captives had time to suffer from boredom. The hot sexual action was too regular and intense to allow for monotony.
Duke visited the ranch retreat and worked with the hired wranglers several weeks in advance of the ranchers' spring visit. They wanted to make their first visit of the warm season a memorable event for the wealthy ranchers, to ensure their jobs and the continuation of this incredible ranch retreat. To entertain the men the night they arrived at their exotic retreat for their first spring event, the wranglers recruited the game bitch Cassandra to work with the cunts. They called upon Cassandra's special talents, and experience as a St. Louis harlot.
The cooperative slave bitch worked with twenty of the younger girls, a few of them with very small titties, the rest with none yet showing. She had learned the trick she taught them when she was working in St. Louis as a college girl prostitute. The madam she had worked for had used some of her younger girls as specially trained "cunnie kissers". Those who were entering puberty had their budding little breasts bound flat to their ribs with wrapping cloths bundled around their chests, their hair was either cut short or combed straight and long, and their pubic mounds were shaved clean. For most of them, this preparation was unnecessary, as the transformation from girl to woman had yet to begin.
They wore only blouses and white socks, with no skirts, panties, or shoes. Their bald pubic mounds, their round buttocks and their shapely legs were stark naked. At the brothel where Cassandra had worked, they were made available to entertain the fantasies of the city's businessmen and travelers who had developed a taste for the tender-aged whores. The madam had specially trained the little girls to passionately kiss men on the mouth with their bare vaginas. They would climb up onto a high ledge of the mantle over the fireplace in the large reception lounge, and spread their legs, inviting men to sample their sex equipment.
Guests of the brothel would move so that they could place their heads between the precocious girls' bare thighs, and press their lips against the painted cuntlets. The girls were trained to actively participate in the kissing, embracing the men with their bare legs and moving their hips, thrusting their naked little pussies against the open mouths of the eager clients. The men would use their tongues to probe the sex organs, and pretend they had discovered a virgin.
The remarkable "cunnie kissers" had been one of the prime attractions at the unusual brothel. Cassandra had recognized the breadth as well as the depth of the tastes of her captors, and believed this kind of novelty would amuse them. When she explained the kinky use of the girls to Duke, he had allowed her to train twenty of the ranchers' younger captive school girls to do the same filthy trick. They had collected enough little girls below the age of thirteen that there was no need for titty binding. She was also impressed to find that most of the little darlings were intact, so she could offer all of the men virgins with this escapade.
Her sex training for these girls was thorough. She cut the hair of some short, and combed the long hair of others straight, while the remainder had their hair curled into long bouncing ringlets. Then she trained them to kiss with their sex organs. Before she was through with them, all twenty of the impudent little girls were able to move their hips as they kissed with such well-simulated erotic passion that the wranglers they practised on would ejaculate in their pants without their rigid pulsing sex organs being touched. Any brothel in the west would envy her this collection of little sweethearts.
Cassandra introduced her little bare-cunted pupils to the men the evening they arrived for the first long weekend of debauchery of spring. She had made special costumes for them, that left their bald crotches naked, and made them look like kittens. The were lifted up onto the high mantle over the large fireplace, wearing head-pieces with round tufted cat ears, soft furry masks with long cat whiskers made for horse tail hair, and fuzzy mittens and socks. The excited little girls, prepared and well coached by Cassandra, performed like real professionals, and they squealed as if they were experiencing sexual delight as their naked and hairless cunts were tongued, kissed, and probed by the ranging tongues of the adult ranchers.
These beautiful and highly excited little girls were as sexually stimulating to the wealthy ranchers as only young girls can be when the innocent cunts are encouraged to act with wanton sexual abandon. They provided exquisite sexual gratification to the lecherous men who owned them; men who were old enough to be their grandfathers. After some time the girls squeels of delight turned to squeels of pain as the probing tongues pressed at their hymens, stretching and then painfully ripping open the little internal cunnie covers. The men were robbing the children of their virginity in the most unusual way, driving their tongues rather than their penises into them.
A few of the men pretended to get it wrong, and they gave the attention of their probing tongues to the rectal area of the delightful girls. This was also distressing to the pretty teenagers, who had only been trained in vaginal kissing. The men persisted their aggressive tonguing between the girls' buttocks, and they plumbed the dainty pink starfish rectums just as deeply as they had earlier probed the virgin sex organs of the trained cunnie kissers. The little girls were soon screaming hysterically as the powerful tongues stretched their impossibly small rectums. several of the virgin sphincters actually ruptured, unable to take the strain. With that simple break, the girls now would have no more bowel control that a horse, and would shit with every bowel movement. Cassandra had given the men a great start to their holiday weekend with her specical feature.
The cattlemen had traveled all day to come to this special secret retreat. They saw that this was going to be a weekend to remember. After the meal and the introduction of the cunny kissing trick, they each took a squealing young delight up to their rooms, where they settled in for a night of depraved pleasure with the captive cunts.
The ranchers provided the attractive and daring girls with a complete shift from pleasure to terror and horror. The night of private and excessive sexual debauchery was complete. The next morning in the upstairs hallway there was a human female heart pinned to each bedroom door by the knife that had carved the organ out. Beneath each heart there lay on the hallway floor the opened carcass of the butchered young lady, who had been so naughty all thought the long night of passion and agony. The men had opted for private entertainment with these impudent sex toys, and had been complete in their violent sex abuse of the daring darlings. Their carcasses would be roasted to help feed the female stock in the barns.
Breakfast was also a special event. Three nude slave girls were assigned to each of the wealthy ranchers who owned this secret operation. The first girl laid half a dozen cooked eggs onto the rancher's plate from her vagina. This was a remarkable feat, not only because of the number of eggs these girls produced from their private little love nests, but because the cooked eggs emerging from their trained cunts were still steaming hot. The heat of the eggs inside their genitalia had them squirming and moaning, but they dared not scream out with the pain, so they simply moaned softly, with tears dripping from their pretty chins.
The second girl in each set had it no easier. She squeezed out a trio of long thick beef sausages from her vagina, and these were also steaming hot. Her job was to produce the three meat tubes bit by bit, as the man she was serving required them. She not only had to grip the hot meat roll packed in the depths of her cunt, but also had to endure the rancher using his fork to dig the tightly packed cooked meat from the grip of her vagina. Instead of spiced tomato sauce, the cooked meat sausage came out garnished with fresh cunt blood.
The third girl on each team, in each case the youngest, had the toughest assignment of all. She was the plate. Each of these plate girls was eleven years old, and had yet to grow her first pubic hair. This was in the interests of cleanliness. It would not do for a rancher to get a pubic hair caught between his teeth during the erotic meal. The young plate girl lay on her back on the table, stark naked, as were the other two, and the girl who carried the eggs squatted over her. One by one, giving the rancher time to eat each, the young lady deposited from her cunt the cooked eggs on the waiting belly of the plate girl.
Each rancher used his knife and fork to cut the eggs, the chunks of sausage, and the hot fresh flap jacks placed on the unfortunate young girl's belly. She was unfortunate because the ranchers made a point of also slicing the tender bitch-bellies, slashing their raw bacon. By the time the meal was over, the plate girl's tummy and titless chests were sliced and punctured severely. The bellies of two of the unfortunate girls were actually cut open, and their internal pack of intestines were revealed, jammed inside them like tangled spaghetti.
This treatment was not fatal for them only because the men did not stay to complete the work they had started on the prone little slave bitches. The vet would take care of them, either sewing them back together or butchering them if saving them did not seem worthwhile. The men were too eager to get on with the prime purpose of their long trip out to the secret ranch to watch the vet do his job on the little girls. They had their minds set on the extraordinary program of bitch butchery they had looked forward to for the long winter months. Now that it was party time, time to do their work on fully bloomed nude women, the diversion of minor tummy openings on naked little girls was not going to stop them. The vet would be busy, and when the lovely bitches that could be saved had healed, they could be used for more sport.
The first planned event of the weekend featured a bizarre outdoor exercise. For this one, a well matched group of eighteen large-breasted young ladies were taught to run as teams of three, harnessed together side by side, pulling a special sulky that would carry one of the ranchers. They wore only broad belts that squeezed their waists in to half their normal circumference. These viciously tight waist-cinching belts were brightly colored to distinguish each erotic team.
To keep each team of women in a line, the girls were lined up side by side in groups of three, and had their big breasts tightly bound together with leather thongs. The girl in the middle of each team had both of her big boobs bound to those of the girl on either side of her, and the pressure of the incredibly tight bindings was so great that the bound mammaries bulged severely, and the nipples stood out like little boys erect penises. Several of the bound breasts oozed droplets of fresh woman-milk. The blacksmith had pierced the lovely cunts of the buxom young naked ladies, driving a thick steel rod through their outer labia. He inserted and closed heavy iron rings in the fresh pierce holes in their vaginas, and attached these permanently anchored iron rings to the ends of slender wooden poles by which the harnessed ladies would draw the racing sulkies.
To make the pretty harnessed ladies more dependent on the drivers of their sulky, their hair was pulled back on their heads to hang like the tails of horses, and then these long tassels were pulled back severely, and tied to the girls' belts, pulling their heads far back, displaying their long curved necks, and causing their faces to point upward, denying them a view of where they were going. This hair pull was more effective than Duke had thought it would be, and the harnessed young bitches were in fact totally dependent on their drivers, which was exactly the way the men wanted it. The ranchers owned all of these gorgeous young ladies and controlled their bodies, minds and all of their actions. These harnessed girls were now unable to move without the control of their driver.
The blacksmith opened the mouth of each girl wide, and used the steel rod he had used to pierced their cunts to also pierce their stretched cheeks, behind their molars. He inserted a six inch long dowel through these new cheek holes, laying between her teeth so that it held her tongue depressed flat. Then he attached their reins to the ends of the dowel sticking out of her cheeks. Now the teams of nude girls could be controlled as if they were horses, with the use of their reins and vicious whips. When all of the piercing had been completed and the harness fixtures installed, salt was rubbed into the horse-girls' cunt and mouth wounds. The salt would curtail any bleeding, speed the healing, but most important of all, to give them fresh throes of agony. All of the girls on this ranch were nothing but expendable sex slaves, and their very lives depended totally on the whims of their merciless owners. Their discomfort and suffering were far more valued than their comfort. The only solace they were allowed was the relative comfort of their stalls, and that was only to add contrast, to enhance their experience of horror, humiliation, and pain.
What was left of their pride and modesty was of little concern to the men who now owned them. Fun for these wealthy ranchers was the excessive sexual abuse of this remarkable collection of unfortunate maidens. They were the best that the great city of St. Louis had to offer, each of the specially selected to join the herd of human fillies. Their gross abuse was the whole purpose of this secret ranch, located far from any traveled routes. It was a place where the men could act out their wildest and most sexually depraved fantasies, and make them real. The bitch stock had been obtained to make that possible. The acquiring of the amazing young cunt Cassandra was a bonus Duke could never have expected. His use of this wild ranch girl would help him in pulling together the captive bitches, and her skills with sex, with all the animals and with the ladies made her a exceptional asset to the distinctive operation. Her inventive mind augmented Duke's in preparing the most debauched entertainments imaginable.
The remarkable cunt Cassandra was, like the wealthy ranchers, without any sign of conscience or pity in dealing with exciting and deadly sex sports. No safety precautions were considered necessary or desirable in designing for the female slaves their sexual debasement, because discomfort, humiliation and pain were considered to be only preliminary to their full abuse, in which brutality to the bitches was the prime objective, in cruel events in which their physical abuse, sexual ruin, and total destruction were expected. After all, that was the point, and the sport of it all.
On the day of the sulky event, Cassandra was let off her leash, and helped the wranglers harness the teams of human horses to their sulkies. She was given a riding crop to provide tough discipline to the marvelous nudes who had been selected and prepared for this event, and she used it to startling effect. The rigid crop caused amazing bounce in the big impaled tits, and the buxom girls who had spent the winter as her stable mates in the bitch barn were now receiving a merciless tit, ass and cunt whipping from her. Cassandra liked to please the men with her rough treatment of the harnessed girls, and the men were delighted with the severity of the punishment she delivered.
Cassandra was a natural show-off, a true exhibitionist, as she had proved with the buffalo kill. She strutted with self-assured cockiness, with a contemptuous look of disdain before the harnessed girls, cutting a striking figure in her spike heeled red cowboy boots, her red leather collar, and her jaunty red cowboy hat. She was otherwise naked, as all slave cunts were required to be. She inspected their tight breast-binding, their harness, and their specially designed leather headgear, which was a harness that fitted to the cheek posts for their reins. The rigging of the captive ladies was as fine as any she had ever seen. The blacksmith at Devil's Haven was a true artisan of the west.
She slapped suddenly and unexpectedly at their nakedness with abrupt brutal lashes of her rigid riding crop as she inspected them, building in them a fear of her. It was necessary for her to grasp what little power the men gave her over the others, to gain the feeling that she was somehow superior to the other female captives. That was her only edge on survival, and she knew she had to maintain it.
The gorgeous farm girl Cassandra had somehow developed a tough moral crust that was even rare in boys raised on rugged ranches. She was able to separate her own situation from that of the other captive women, even though she was clearly one of them. Once they were marked for abuse she took the side of the abusers, and was compassionless in her contempt for them. She was totally merciless to these bizarrely harnessed human animals. The wranglers were impressed at how discompassionate she was to her stable mates, and at how much pleasure she apparently took in the power she was given.
The impudent college harlot would talk sweetly with one of the terrified young women, and then without warning would slash at the beautiful bitch with her whip, bringing the rigid crop violently up under her big breasts, causing the bound mammaries to bounce wildly. Then she would lash out at the face of the next girl on the team, and the back or buttocks of the third team member. While they were screaming from the pain and debasement they were enduring, she would bring the lash up violently between their legs, stinging their pierced and ringed cunts. She knew how to hurt a woman, and these women were hurting hard.
After inspecting the body harness of the next set, she would brace herself, her luscious legs spread, confronting the team of the harnessed bitches, and would lash wildly at their cunts. She brought the tightly woven stiff leather crop up so severely that the puckered pussies puffed out from both external and internal swelling. The vaginal meat continued to swell after the whip was redirected to the breasts, and the brutalized mammaries also began to out swell from the intensive battering from the unforgiving riding crop.
The whip Cassandra had been given was unlikely to break the skin of the bound girls, and it did not. Instead, it caused angry red welts to stand up from the flesh of the beaten girls, which highlighted the extent of the merciless whipping their stalemate had given them. The welts were so pronounced that they cast distinct shadows in the brilliant spring sunlight. Their red color against the pale white flesh of the naked females added further accent to the merciless treatment the bitches had endured to their faces, breasts, backs, bellies, cunts, and legs. The agony they had endured at the heartless hand of the beautiful Cassandra was apparent to everyone.
When the punishments with the riding crop were completed, Cassandra had her leash attached to her collar, and she was led out to the large corral, where she was forced to stand near the fence, her lovely legs spread. One of the wealthy ranchers stood leaning against the fence, his penis standing out of his pants. She was instructed to bend over and to take his thick prick into her mouth. As she stood bent over in this totally compromising position, another rancher pulled out his penis and spread her buttocks with her hands. He hacked, and then spit onto the bulb of her anus, to provide lubrication.
The rancher had a wad of chewing tobacco wedged in against his cheek. The brown foam of his tobacco-stained spittle trickled across her puckered sphincter, and a bead of the discolored moisture rolled slowly down through the valley of her spread buttocks toward the deep fold at the base of her vagina. Suddenly he rammed his large penis at the anal target, banging the flared head of the huge organ against her rectum. Without preparation, the firm pole of male meat thrust into her. A brief high pitched squeal escaped her penis-filled throat as her colon was brutally invaded. It was not possible to tell if it were from surprise or from pain, but it was most likely from both.
The ranchers fucking the two ends of their gorgeous slave bitch set up a bucking action together, so that she took a deep and rugged double rape. When they were both near the point of ejaculation, they pulled out. The man who had been fucking her throat stepped aside, and the man who had butt fucked her took his place. He grabbed her collar, and pulled her mouth onto his penis, now liberally smeared with her own shit. Before she could react to this disgusting turn, a third rancher had taken his place behind her, and he brutally thrust his penis into her exposed anus. This rotation was called the cowboys' roundhouse. It was used whenever wranglers had only one woman to rape, or when they came in off the range and had so little money that they all had to share the same whore.
These wealthy ranchers were using it on Cassandra because of the humiliation it brought to the woman that experienced it, as many women did in the early days of the west. The stretched flesh ring of her rectum rippled along the length of the man's thick shaft until it gripped the rigid base. She felt his heavy testicles slapping against her cunt as he humped into her spread ass in a deep runting action, matched by the man fucking her throat. She could taste the alkaline of her own offal in her mouth, and as it dissolved it joined and discolored her saliva dribbling out around the penis ravaging her face and throat. Cassandra was involved in a base animalistic exploitation, as the exploited, and she was being turned on by the gross decadence of the obscene act.
Cassandra attempted, with limited success, to disguise her rush of orgasms that flooded her whole consciousness, as she felt the pulsing of the thrusting male organs inside her. The ranchers were experienced with the reaction she had, as they had the ability with their powerful organs to bring any female to orgasm almost at will. They had experienced many such bitch responses, but seldom had they seen them so powerful or in such rapid succession. It was as if she were having a single endless orgasm.
The bitch was getting far too much of a pleasure response for their liking, so the men pulled their penises out of her, and the man who removed his shit-smeared penis from her anus took his position against the fence. As soon as he had the brown covered organ buried deep into her throat, the man who had first stood at the fence got his penis into her now well stretched anus. The two men gave her the third double fucking, and within moments she was again in the throes of multiple orgasms. This astounding bitch Cassandra was proving to be a real party animal.
The men got out of her before they reached orgasm themselves to ensure they would fully enjoy the event they were about to enter. Cassandra was forced to clean the third penis of her brown offal with her mouth, licking the huge male organ sparkling clean. The cooperative bitch did a creditable job as a sensuous ass fuck animal and as a prick cleaner. She had provided these three horny ranchers with a suitable warm-up for the day's exciting event, and Cassandra's leather leash was tied to a post where she had a first class view of the entire corral.
The three teams of harnessed girls were brought into the corral, pulling their sulkies by their cunt rings. The teams were aligned in a row along one side, near the wooden rail fence. Inside the corral a course was indicated by a set of wooden barrels laid in a large oval, leaving ten feet of space between the barrels and the corral fence. This arrangement made a smaller oval track inside the fence, which allowed easy access to the infield, but none for the harnessed girls to the outfield, which was the area outside the corral fence.
The three ranchers who had enjoyed the sexual charms of Cassandra came back into the corral, while the other ranchers sat perched on top of the corral fence, a position which gave them a full view of the entire enclosed area. The three men were still sporting their cleanly licked penises from their open pants, and now carried long slender woman-whips. They climbed onto the small sulkies behind the three teams of harnessed girls, and took hold of the reins. Their woman-whips had real stinging power, and were in the hands of men who knew how to make the most of them. The reins attached to the cheek posts of the horse-girls, and their hair stretching down to their belts, had the potential to block effective whipping of the bitches backs, but in the hands of these skilled ranchers, the girls had no area of their body safe from the telling blows that were to follow.
The three slender poles from each sulky which were attached to thick iron rings in the major labia of each of the eighteen horse-girls also presented no obstacles to accessing the ladies' large swollen cunts with the whips. This deep cunt-piercing to attach the sulky poles had been Cassandra's idea. The entire naked body of each horse-girl was completely vulnerable to attack by the long slender woman-whips. The men could whip their human mares at will, striking the naked and defenceless females wherever they pleased. And they did.
The start of the bizarre human sulky race was quite informal: one of the ranchmen lashed his whip in a horizontal blow that stung the buttocks of all three of his girls, and they were off. The other two teams bolted forward after them with no encouragement from the whips, but they felt the sting immediately, as the whole purpose of this bizarre race was to severely abuse these human horses. Their long supple woman-whips were quite different from the stiff crop Cassandra had used on the naked bitches. These well crafted weapons specially designed for use on females were specially imported from Spain. They were made by gypsies that had developed and mastered the technique over centuries. When Duke first heard of these amazing whips, he was told nobody knew for certain what the leather was, but from the stories told, the light colored leather ranged from boiled pig penis skin to the leather of women.
According to the legends, beautiful human females were kidnaped and killed to provide their slender muscles and hides for these special whips. Duke had once seen one of these whips at a circus in his younger days, and had actually handled it. From the moment he had taken hold of the whip in the back tent, and laid it across the bare back of a woman stripped and spread for a target, he knew he had to own such well fashioned implement. He described it more as a tool than a weapon. The experience was enough to make him certain he had to have one of these magnificent bitch beating implements for his own.
The gypsies had developed the special woman-whips for erotic shows they provided for the important people of the towns they visited. They stuck mainly to the mountain regions, where the people had less contact with the outside world. These villages were ripe for the picking, where visitors with something different to offer were welcomed, and could leave with their pockets full. The entertainment the gypsies brought was far too aberrant to be tolerated in the larger towns.
It was the people of the tightly knit villages that respected the kind of performance these gypsies specialized in providing. They were much like a small traveling one-ring circus, with jugglers, wire walkers, acrobats, trapeze artists, and some kind of animal act, but they also offered special private shows wherever they traveled. Their women were spectacular, and wore costumes that had the pricks of the men standing at attention in their pants.
One of the most welcomed groups of travellers was a particular troop of gypsies that specialized in brutal whipping shows. They always brought along with them a few buxom girls and women they would string up to demonstrate their abilities with the vicious whips, for a price, but more often they provided severe and sometimes, if required, terminal punishment to local female villagers who had transgressed village law. It was always better to have a legitimate crime availible, in case outside authorities unexpectedly showed up. The arrival of the gypsys was always keenly anticipated, and the town council always found a shapely woman to accuse of a capital crime when they knew the gypsies were coming to town.
From the earliest days remembered, dating back more than four hundred years, troops of gypsies had roamed through these mountains, providing both entertainment and the capital punishments, so that the conscience of the villagers could remain pure. The brutal bitch-whippings always lasted through the entire night, continuing by tradition until daylight broke. The outcome was always the same: the dead carcass of the naked female victim was cut down, and the bleeding corpse was hauled off for burial, as far as the villagers knew, but more often the meat was secretly used to feed the gypsies' dogs.
It was rare that an outsider got to witness these incredibly brutal ceremonial killings. Duke was one of the few exceptions, and he had actually managed to obtain three of the remarkable whips that the gypsies had made. He had often heard rumors of the unusual all night sessions, and had brought along a girl from Madrid which he provided as a gift to the gypsy chief. That gift of such an attractive young human for whatever use they wished, gained the confidence of the gypsies. His generous gesture not only allowed Duke access to watch the brutal festivities, but it also earned him the right to purchase the three remarkable woman-whips he was after.
He had heard rumors that these extraordinary whips these gypsies used to severely punish women were actually crafted from the flesh of women, specially selected athletic young ladies who were killed to donate their meat to the project. According to the stories told by the elders, muscle was stripped from the kidnaped women's legs, their loins, and their backs, then secretly processed, and finally woven into the tight long leather lashes that were so devastating on the naked subjects who felt their sting.
Duke discovered the truth of the matter. One of these remarkable creations cost him double what the other two had, and proved the source of the material from which it and the other two were crafted. The whip handle was wrapped in pale leather that was undisguised. It was made from the dried cunt of a young woman. The fine smooth leather was made of the donor's entire pubic mound and inner fuck muscle, complete with a patch of her dark pubic curls. The erotic but deadly weapon was made so that the dried spread lips of the vagina used to make the whip rested against the palm of the person using the whip, and the hair patch was positioned at the head of the whip handle, laying in front of the holder's thumb. Closer inspection revealed that the butt end of the whip was made of the donor lady's anus, as it was part of the same piece of erotic leather that was made from the donor girl's cunt. The remarkable whip was not only a beautifully crafted work of art, but was as also entirely functional.
Duke got to see its application and power when applied to the bare hide of a woman first hand. After the main show of the circus, and when the palmists and fortune tellers had their chance to fleece the gullible townspeople of their hard earned pennies, the gypsies held a banquet for the town's leaders. The food was dispensed in a most unusula manner by young gypsy serving girls, and now the skimpy gossamer costumes they and the erotic dancer wore fully revealed rather than teasingly covered their ample sexual charms. As the banqueters ate, two of the ravishingly beautiful young girls provided entertainment by engaging in an unusual contest.
Duke had spotted the heavy gold ring that each girl wore in her inner vagina lips, and assumed the delicate organ flesh had been pierced through to accommodate these licentious rings. He knew, as all educated men did, that all of the gypsy's women were unbridled harlots at heart, and that the dark eyed and raven haired sluts would not let a whim of false modesty interrupt their enjoyment of carnal pleasure.
He was also sure they were totally under the control of the men, and that there was avarice behind everything they did, even the wanton sexual acts done for pleasure. The two serving girls were embraced by their lovers, who passionately hugged and kissed them. The men then removed the beautiful girls' gossamer clothing, and the swarthy black haired beauties squatted, then leaned back so that they supported their weight on their hands and feet, face up, with their hips raised. They glared at each other, and positioned themselves so that their spread knees were pressed together, and their naked cunts were less than two feet apart.
Now Duke saw that the splendid vaginas of the young women were not pierced as he had thought, but that the stout gold rings were attached to thick plugs the two beauties held deep inside their wombs. The girls' lovers used a short chain to attach the two rings together, thus linking the girls, and then the men stood back. They knew better than to get too close when a pair of hot blooded hellions were about to do combat.
The object of the contest set up between the two shameless young women was simple: each girl was to try to remove the plug from the grip of the other's cunt before she let go of her own. There were no rules. It was such a beautifully simple contest that Duke was very impressed. It gave the two young ladies full licence to do whatever was necessary to win, and with no rules, cheating was impossible. The two naked gypsy girls quickly learned that there was little progress to be made by remaining in the opening position and bucking their hips. Duke could see that the plugs were so firmly planted that they must be much larger than he had first imagined. He watched the two flop onto their backs, their legs tangled, and begin to kick at the base of the others' breasts, and at the beautiful faces. A smashing blow from a heel soon had blood spurting from a broken nose.
The screaming bitches rolled onto their sides, and grabbed at hair and breasts with their fingers. Duke noticed for the first time the length of the girls' sharpened and red painted nails. They were like talons, and their effect was as noticeable. These gypsies put on a great dinner show. The voluptuous breasts of both girls were soon scratched and trickling droplets of blood.
These nomadic people understood the strong connection between sex and violence in entertainment. Duke enjoyed his meal of small game and red wine as he watched the young ladies scratch, punch, elbow and kick each other in their desperate struggle, and he noticed that the cunt plugs were as firm in their erotic seating as ever. These young ladies were not going to give up their plugs without an impassioned fight. Pride was everything, and even in a show, a gypsy could not even contemplate losing. Now the lovers became involved. The girls had become so impassioned with their fight they had seemingly forgotten the objective of the contest. The men pulled the girls out of a struggling embrace, and got them back into their starting position, face up on their hands and feet with their spread knees pressed together and their hips and pelvises raised. Standing back once more, the men took up long slender whips, and began to encourage the girls to pull.
The weapons the men were using were not true women whips, but were instead long buggy whips, which were designed to motivate horses. They would sting and raise angry welts on the naked flesh of women when enough force was applied, but they would not cut or rip the skin, as the women whips Duke had bought were designed to do. The carefully placed blows had effect enough, and the naked girls desperately struggled to get free by pulling out the others' cunt plug while retaining her plug inside her own warm and moist love nest.
One of the girls began to do some rapid crotch kicking, and her efforts proved to be so effective that the other girl quickly followed her example. They found that their naked heels did real damage, striking heavy blows in the cavity beside the cunt and to the side of the pubic mound. These girls were not pulling any punches in their aggressive attacks on each other for the enjoyment of the paying guests. Within minutes, encouraged by the stinging blows of the buggy whips, one of the plugs began to emerge from the grip of its warm human nest. Duke was amazed at the size of the wooden plug. It was nearly five inches in diameter, and was covered with long stout nubs. He now understood why the girls fought so valiantly to keep the device in place. Having it come out must have been incredibly painful for the screaming girl losing her grip.
Once it started, the movement of the huge studded dildo was irreversible. The monstrous plug slid further forward with each lash of the whips, and with a final kick to the side of the wide-stretched pussy, the device popped free. Both girls fell backward, but only one of them, the victor, sprang to her feet. Victory for a gypsy was everything; defeat was to be shamed. The downed girl was weeping from the humiliation on losing control of the huge plug that had filled her womb. To lose it was to show that she was a loose wombed woman, or did not have the muscle control that would give a man pleasure when she stroked his penis in the grip of her cunt. Defeat was very hard to take, but the worst was yet to come. There were several men, and a special guest to be entertained.
Finally one of the girls did what Duke would have though impossible. The gorgeous defeated bitch displayed shame. The loser covered her head in humiliation at losing a fight, and the victor leaped onto her, smashing her fists into the large and unprotected breasts with incredible fury. The victor's lover pulled her off the fallen girl, and her eyes flashed as the loser was dragged from the tent by her lover. Duke laughed as he heard the man admonishing her through the thin flaps, and he heard the man beating and kicking the naked loser. She was in disgrace in the camp, as was the man who backed her, so she was paying the price of losing by facing the fists and feet of her man, but she would be ready to fight again within a couple of weeks.
He looked at the winner of the bizarre battle, standing proudly in victory on her tiptoes, her hands on her hips, her legs spread, with the large plug from the other girl dangling from her own, swinging with its monstrous nubs between her knees. The devices were designed to give the girls who wore them in their vaginas internal pain. Duke realized that all of the beautiful serving girls had worn these incredibly cruel plugs in their wombs as they had worked. They must take turns fighting at each village the gypsies visit. He was impressed that it was not necessary to chain the gypsy girls to keep them in line. A war had recently been fought back home over the issue of slaves, but had focused on the enslavement of colored people. Duke and his fellow ranchers by far preferred to keep white slaves, as most of the girls at their private retreat Devil's Haven were. The gypseys effectively enlsaved their own women simply by virtue of the incredible power they held over them.
Like the gypsey's, the powerful ranchmen in America found it as easy to work outside the law as within it. They knew that although blacks were the enslaved race, white women had been commonly used as slaves in the homes and bordellos of gentlemen for over a hundred years in America, but with sufficient discretion that the practice was hardly interrupted by the Civil War, and privately flourished afterward.
The only blacks the ranchers had ever taken as slaves prior to the Civil War were captured from the small groups of escaped slaves that dared travel across the prairie, hoping to reach California. They took their pick of women and children, then put a bullet through the brain of each of the remainder. It was not uncommon to come across the bleached bones of humans on the prairie. The myth was that they were those of savage indians who did not bury their dead. Nobody ever explained how all of the skulls bore a bullet hole.
After the war blacks were much more common in the west, and more of their women and children were taken by the ranchers, but were used only to provide contrast to the preferred white women. The ranchers had even used whisky to buy select women and young girls from the indians, who would raid each others' reservations to procure the desired stock. A beautiful Indian maiden could provide hours of entertainment, engaging in sex with a large dog, or when given a knife to use on a number of naked white girls armed only with small clubs. Race wars could be very entertaining in a controlled setting.
The Mayor of the village and his counselors and their wives had brought with them a woman who was accused of murdering her own baby. She was brought forward, and tied standing spread-eagle between two posts set four feet apart and planted firmly in the ground. Her wrists and ankles were tightly bound to the posts, holding her securely in a spread-eagle position. Duke noticed that in this position her full skirts and tight breast-bulging bodice did nothing to hide her voluptuous figure. She was truly a prize, one he would be happy to have in service at Devil's Haven.
Duke admired the control the gypsies had over their women. Clearly their hold on their own was so complete that the heartless treatment he had witnessed in the cunt-fight and aftermath was accepted by the gypsy cunts as a regular part of their lives. The gypsy men had an excellent appreciation of the role and use of women, and they wisely treated them with no more respect than the beautiful cunts deserved. They had picked a marvelous specimine of a woman for the punishment about to be delivered. It was important to them that they follow the prescribed process of their law, which brought about the trial.
As the brief trial progressed, the true nature of the woman's crime became clear. She had aborted while drunk late one night outside the village tavern, at seven months into her pregnancy. The infant was stillborn, but to be sure, the drunken woman, sitting on the cobblestones with her skirts raised, had bashed the head of the sprog against the corner of the building to ensure it was dead. Three witness, all at least as drunk as herself, laughed as they remembered the umbilical cord still attached as she whacked the premature baby's head until the skull cracked open, but they could not verify that the sprog had been dead the moment it had emerged from her womb.
With a clear conscience, the Mayor declared her guilty as charged, and the counselors and their wives concurred. The bitch had slept with all of the men of the town, and had done so frequently. The village women hated her, and none of their husbands was certain that the child had not been his own. Her sentence was that she be summarily put to death by the visiting gypsies, and that her execution by lethal whipping be commence immediately after more of the excellent wine was served, and people had settled in for an evening and long night of violent entertainment.
The all night long whipping session was carried out by a large burly man, naked to the waist, who's body glistened with sweat by the light of the torches as he labored in his task. His pants carried a telling bulge up the front, and more than once a spot of moisture at the head of the pulsing bulge became a large dark stain with a creamy center.
The vivacious black eyed and black haired woman who had been brought for punishment and then summarily convicted for her brutal crime first had her garments ripped from her voluptuous body. Duke was impressed with how sensual all of the gypsy cunts were. This one was no exception, with her cock-raising figure. When she was stark naked, the harsh crack of the whip announced that the brutal bitch-whipping was about to begun.
A marvelous woman-whip with a female sex organ for a handle, similar to the one bought by Duke, but reputed to be more than eighty years old, was used for the execution by lethal whipping. Duke was told that the whip had been made from the cunt and flesh of a fifteen year old, who would now have been ninety-five. Her sex organ had remained forever young, and had brought exciting dances of pain from thousands of females over the years, and was likely to continue to serve the gypsey women punishment for years to come, in the hands of their own men.
The exotic leather weapon was remarkably supple, and it cracked with authority when swung by the professional executioner. Properly treated, cured and crafted, woman hides made excellent leather. Duke was looking forward to seeing the convicted cunt being whipped to death with this delicate looking weapon. This was woman-on-woman in the most unusual sense. The naked body of the woman being punished was also soon gleaming, slicked with sweat, so that the rising ridges of the welts from the whip stood out in the flickering orange light of the flaming torches. As the night and the punishment progressed, wet streaks of her blood were added to the film of perspiration moisture on her nakedness.
The attending senior villagers watched with growing excitement and sexual arousal as the bound bitch screamed and bucked her voluptuous physique to the merciless and endless lash of the stinging whip. They were getting from the gypsys what they had hoped for.
The convicted lady's big breasts were the first to give in to the merciless ministrations of the infamous woman-whip. The writhing bitch's large mammaries took the succession of violent blows from the woman-leather quite well at first, bouncing and jiggling under the rain of powerful blows. Large riged welts raised on her meat to record the intensity of her painful punishment. They had a brief respite as the whip found the target bitch's naked vagina, which was given enough stinging attention to begin it swelling up. Then the whip returned to the guilty woman's breasts, and after more than a dozen carefully laid blows, their pale flesh began to split.
At that point the man directed the blows to her face, blackening one eye, splitting her lip, and cutting an ear before he broke her nose. Her face was quickly a mess, but he would return to it later to do more severe damage. She was sentenced to die by the whip, but there was no need for her death to occur too soon. The witnesses of the village had the entire night of drinking ahead of them, and wanted the gorgeous criminal baby-killing cunt to last as long as possible.
Now the executioner's attention returned to the bound woman's marvelous vagina. She had aborted the child in the dark street nearly two months ago, and her recovery had been complete, as there was no sign of slackness in her well formed sex organ. Instead, the vulva was tight and well shaped, puffing out evenly, stretching and swelling the delicate inner lips evenly as they received the unwelcome attention from the stinging lash.
The entirely exposed bitch cunt took a series of rapid blows that smashed the delicate lips outward, stretching then and causing them great pain. The master with the whip was careful not to split them too soon. He wanted to see how far the lady's remarkable sex organ would invert itself before he began to disassemble it. He knew the anatomy of women well, and he used the whip on her organ to cause the erection of her clitoris, so that the rigid little bud grew to the size of her little finger, sticking its head boldly out from under its hood.
The stinging kiss of human leather to the most sensitive part of the female organ caused it to swell up as did the lower lips, and to stand tall so that it made a good target. When it was struck by the woman-hide whip the pain was so great her eyes bulged on contact, and the incredible lingering sting caused her to try close her knees.
These blows to her cunt also caused the bitch to slightly squat at the instant of contact. That action opened her buttocks, revealing the pucker of her rectum. The highly skilled executioner took advantage of the opportunity, and landed his cunt blows in such a way that the hard tip of the woman-whip extended beyond her vagina as it struck, and slapped painfully against the tight puckered opening of her fundament. Her rectum recoiled with the strong slap of the whip, causing the creased orifice to pinch in then bulge out.
Her brutally attacked anus responded more quickly than did her ravaged vagina, and what had at first been a tight bud soon resembled a swollen pair of lips, puckered out severely, as if her anus was reaching out for a kiss. The stinging kiss of the woman-whip soon had the hysterically screaming woman evacuating her colon, and the ejection was not limited to a simple bowel movement. When there was nothing left of the dark meat to produce, and she had produced prodigious strings of shit sausage, the inner tube of her colon itself began to emerge, and she began to shit out her own lower bowel, inverting her colon like the finger of a rubber glove.
The townspeople had never before seen such a display of gross sexual degeneracy, but they loved it. They were startled at how much of her digestive track was produce through her spread anus. They also noticed that the same thing was beginning to happen to her vagina. The battered female sex organ was so swollen that it started to invert itself, turning itself inside out from the pressure of the swelling and the battering. The bitch soon looked like she had both a tail and a thick pink cock. The rippled flesh of her inner fuck muscle now formed the outside skin of the grossly inverted and distended fuck tube. She was about to give birth to her own uterus!
In moments the grotesque organ displayed as many bleeding welts as the rest of her body. The whip master was now using the weapon in a new way, with a technique that was devastating to the flesh it struck. Not only the skin, but now also the woman's muscle was being ripped by the terrifying woman-whip. The weapon was so effective in the hands of this master executioner that when he snapped the whip viciously against her temple, her eye popped out.
The women of the village were pleased to see the whipped bitch's beauty being so effectively destroyed. The whip-master focused his attention on her buttocks and then her belly, and as the flesh was ripped, strands of split bitch meat dangled out. Long bleeding lashes across her belly began to widen with the incessant violent attention, and after extensive work, the muscles actually parted, and the woman's guts began to be exposed. By lashing her back and buttocks next, she heaved her belly, and bulges of the thick pink gut began to squeeze out through the newly created openings above and below her navel.
Her big bulging breasts became targets again, with devastating effect. Now the executioner was in full swing, and his blows were not designed to just hurt her, they were intended to destroy. The big battered boobs took nearly fifteen minutes of constant abuse, being battered, squashed, and bounced up and down before bleeding strands of fatty tissue began to dangle from the open rents in the flesh. White bone of her ribs and shoulder blades showed through the bleeding slashes across her upper back and sides. The cheek opposite the bizarrely dangling eye was split from the corner of her mouth right back to her ear, giving the bitch a cockeyed grin.
By the time the cock crowed, there was a pile of her viscera on the ground between her limp legs, and her head dangled at an odd angle, with a red burn all the way around where the whip had been wrapped when it broke her neck. It was hard to tell if she were still alive up to that point, but it was certain the beautiful baby killer did not survive that last devastating treatment with the incredible whip.
Duke appreciated the fine sensitivity the Spanish had for the finer points in providing torture to the female form. He learned a lot from that gypsy craftsman, and he knew the experience would benefit him in designing fine entertainments at the secret ranch retreat owned by he and his cattlemen friends back in America. He looked forward to the day when he could personally put the finely crafted woman-whips to work on a shapely young bitch.
Duke had found ample opportunity to used the terrifying weapons to use on female flesh, damaging the supple meat of bound naked ladies severely, as had the gypsy executioner. He actively sought out innocent young ladies upon whom he could exercise the incredible weapons, and give them violent attention they would not endure. In America women were not conditioned to this kind of treatment, but that did not deter him in the least from spreading his learning to both deserving and innocent cunts of the American west. They always died from the experience he provided them, and he would not stop until they had expired. Duke saw the instrument as one for both the punishment and the execution of his screaming female subjects, and used it as the gypsys who made it had intended.
The master cattleman known as Duke was always on the lookout for an opportunity to keep in practice with his female hide weapon. He and a pair of his hired hands had once bushwhacked a stage coach because he had spotted a lovely young thing get on the coach at a roadhouse. They had waited until the stage reached a narrow gorge, and had easily captured the driver and the two other men aboard.
They had made pleasure with the men before they got on with the more serious business of obtaining pleasure from the wench. They had stripped the men naked, then forced them to masturbate, until their organs were erect and raging. Then they had wrapped the leather reins around the enlarged gonads, and hung the men upside down from the top of the stagecoach, supported only by their bound sex organs, which took their full weight.
After stringing together the coach's valuable horses, they had left the men dangling in incredible agony, and had taken the young lady a couple of miles up a winding draw to ensure privacy, where they had stripped her naked. The young bitch had well defined beautiful features, the kind Duke found most attractive. She was a serious looking young lady, with her attention focused and purposeful. Her eyes were as intense as Cassandra's. Duke assured her that he would give her much to think about.
She had a lot of fight in her, which Duke appreciated. It made the abuse he was dishing out much more enjoyable. The men lashed the girl's beautiful nude form to a big cactus, with her bare back pressed firmly against the long and stout sharp spines. She was in her mid teens, mature for her age, and her ripe figure was new. Duke guessed her to be fourteen or fifteen years old. Her skin was supple, and an ideal target for his incredible lash. She had sprung large full tits, and at fifteen, still had the face of a serious eleven year old.
She screamed hysterically as the long spikes on the desert plant dug deep into her naked meat as she was pressed back against them, but what she was experiencing was nothing compared to what the vicious woman-whip was about to deliver.
Duke got his favorite whip uncurled, and stretched the weapon out its full length, then laid it across her full breasts. The blow stung her nipples and burned a crease across both of the round flesh melons. The early blows to her tits would get those dark nipples standing erect and firm, ready for the increasingly brutal whipping they faced. She screeched and shrieked hysterically as he attacked her breasts and young vagina with a series of vicious lashes, battering the delicate female mammaries and genitalia with merciless brutality.
A bitch whipping could not be considered complete without letting the subject woman experience the pain of a severe cunt-whipping. Duke was an expert at the mistreatment of the female sex organ, and he put to work his years of experience of bitch-mastering in the brutal battering of this young lady's swollen sex meat.
Duke began an unusual approach to the whipping of the young lady. After he had again liberally lashed her breasts with multiple punishing blows, he laid the whip in a series of vertical lashes up her middle, from her wounded cunt to her pretty face. He did not let up, but continued to rain merciless blows up her belly and between her swollen boobs. The flesh reddened, swelled into angry welts, blistered, and then began to split.
Duke had no interest in stopping now. He had the screaming girl going hysterical, and as she began to piss blood, he redoubled his efforts. The girl responded beautifully to the monstrous whipping. With each lash at her exposed front, she pressed herself further back onto the long and stout spines of the cactus which were impaling her. When she was impaled and unable to pull herself off the terrible spikes, Duke had her wrists cut free of the binding ropes, to allow the attractive young bitch to die a more natural death.
Now he got more serious with the woman-whip. The results were as he expected. As the long succession of damaging whip blows continued to cut her skin and then the underlying muscle, he opened her, ripping her belly open from her cunt right up between her boobs to her throat. When he had watched the woman split open, like a ripe melon, with a similar woman-whip in Spain by the gypsy, Duke had known he had to try the remarkable stunt himself.
He stood back and watched the good looking teenage girl gradually dump her load of viscera onto the sand between her legs. Then he wrapped up his prized woman-whip, mounted his horse, took a final satisfied look at his handiwork, and he and his hired hands rode off. Duke was certain that the impaled and gutted cunt would not live an hour, so he left the young lady hanging on the stiff impaling spines of the big cactus to experience a slow horrible death. After eighteen years of life as an attractive cunt, it was the least she deserved.
The men returned to the stagecoach to find one of the strung up men had dropped, his gonads ripped out by the roots. The naked man moaned as he writhed, with twin jets of blood spurting from the gap in his crotch. He had lost a great deal of blood, and was near death. The other men were nearly ready to drop. His bound gonads were blackened by the pressure of bearing the entire weight of the struggling man. Duke and his men did not have time to enjoy the unusual castration. They had both suffered enough to satisfy Duke and the wranglers. They could not leave behind witnesses, so they slit the throats of the men, liberated the strongbox, and were off.
Duke had given his favorite woman-whip to his best friend for this radical chariot race, in which the ladies were bound side-by-side by their big tits. The man with the evil glint in his eye and the cunt-handled woman-whip in his hand had been the first to lash the row of naked female asses in front of him. The whip had landed with perfect contact on all six firm round buttocks, making a resounding "smack" as it bit into the fatty flesh. The result was predictable. The cart he sat on was jerked forward as the bound ladies bolted at the brutal assault on their naked buttocks, and the bizarre chariot race was on.
The object of this unusual race was not to be fastest nor to get to a destination ahead of the other teams. The contest was designed simply to provide brutal female-punishing sport for the gathered spectators and the three riders. The men on the little sulkies vicously whipped the gorgeous bodies of the naked harnessed girls. The contest would go on until the bound ladies were no longer able to perform. They did not have to run to perform satisfactorily. Lying on the ground and writhing as the whip bit at their bare trembling meat would provide an acceptable level of performance by these harnessed cunts to entertain their bitch-beating captors.
At first it looked like it was going to be a real race. The teams of nude girls, with their bizarrely bound tits, pulled the sulkies around the course by the stout rings in their cunts as the ruthless whips lashed viciously at their struggling nakedness. The girls showed surprising teamwork as they ran, and reached such speed at the first corner that the sulkies skidded sideways in the loose dirt, but were in no danger of tipping as they slid, with a heavy rancher seated on the low saddle of each lightweight rig.
The men riding the sulkies were used to handling teams of powerful horses, and they had no difficulty in guiding the bound bitches who ran with their faces pointed skyward, unable to see. The poles from the sulkies tugged unmercifully at the large thick rings in the running ladies' cunts, and their reins were jerked unmercifully to guide them around the course, driven forward by the vicious lashing of the whips.
One of the riders popped the eyes of all three girls on his team with his skilful use of his whip on their faces. By doing so, he removed the temptation for the blinded cunts to attempt to see where they were going, and made them more responsive to their reins. The riders deliberately ran their teams into the barrels, causing them to fall. They then whipped the poor nudes savagely as the girls struggled to regain their feet.
All of the girls soon had ling sharp slivers piercing their inner thighs and the lower edge of their cunt lips from the wooden poles anchored to their cunt rings. All of them were showing trickles and smears of their blood from the whipping, and as the murderous mayhem continued, all eighteen of the horse-girls began to freely released prodigious sprays of hot piss from their battered cunts.
Several of them also lost anal control, and produced long steaming logs of shit from the horrors they were suffering. The disgusting display of incredible sexual violence was stimulating to the rugged ranchers, and those watching from the corral railing had their pants unbuttoned, and were openly and rigorously masturbating. Wranglers brought a pack of saddled horses around, and the men sitting on the fence mounted up.
Now the outlandish race took on a new dimension. The gate of the corral was opened, and the men in the sulkies drove their horse-girls out and up the road out of the valley. The horsemen did not follow, but instead rode along the valley to a point half a mile away were the banks became much steeper. At last they came to a buffalo jump, a place were the cliff was steep. Years before, the Indians had used this site to kill buffalo by stampeding as many as an entire herd of them over the edge from the top. The squaws and older men would wait below, and kill with heavy clubs any of the animals that survived the long tortuous fall.
The horsemen waited patiently, and at last they heard the crack of the woman-whips and the screams of the running women from beyond the ridge of the hill high above them. The men in the sulkies had lined the girls up near the top of the cliff, and now were racing the teams of harnessed girls blindly toward the precipice. It was incredible. The men driving the sulkies leaped from the frail racing vehicles at the last instant, and the teams of naked girls pulling them, their heads pulled back so severely that they could not see where they were going, ran blindly into space, several hundred feet above the valley bottom.
The girls and the sulkies tumbled, hitting the steep sloped sides of the cliff as they plunged downward. They hit the rugged rocks and bounced, breaking limbs, crushing a couple of skulls, and doing deadly damage as they entertained the ranchers with their totally helpless descent. Shrill screams and flailing arms became dull crushing bumps and rag-doll spinning as the three teams of naked females tumbled, then finally rolled to a stop at the bottom of the cliff. Two of the girls had their cunts ripped free of the iron rings, and two of the nudes were impaled, one up the ass and the other through the guts, with sulky poles.
Four big bound tits had been ripped off the chests of the horse-girls, but three of those were still attached in line to the others. Amazingly, three of the cunts were still alive when the ranchers rode over to inspect them. The men drew their guns, and used the bodies of those that were clearly dead as targets. The bitch-meat carcasses bounced beautifully as the slugs ripped into them.
The girls who were still alive pleaded with desperation to be put out of their misery, but the ranchers gained more satisfaction by leaving them lying in the hot sun to die naturally. They knew scavengers would come when they left, and rip the meat off them. Because the injured women were unable to defend themselves, the bolder of the scavengers would rip the meat off the before they died. Within a few days, their bones would be clean, and in a year would merge with the bleached buffalo bones that littered the site.
The spring rains lasted nearly two weeks, with only brief periods of relief. More rain fell in that short time than anyone could remember from years past, and there were ponds of stagnant water all over the prairie where only dry depressions had been. A couple of weeks after the heaviest rain ended, the mosquitoes and horse flies were worse than they had been in years. They were particularly bad in a section where there was a wandering stream with several ponds of stagnant water. Two of the older girls had gained weight over the winter, and were now considered a bit too plump for the active bitch-butchering sports the men enjoyed. It was decided that rather than take the time and trouble to get them back in shape, they would be used in a novel entertainment that would be enjoyable despite their pudgy appearance.
Four of the wealthy ranchers had come out to their special secret retreat for a day of fun, and these two big breasted bitches were taken out one hot afternoon, and were told they were going to be treated to a swim. They rode with the ranchers in a wagon that was covered with net, to protect the passengers from the mosquitoes and the biting horse flies. The biting insects were particularly bad at this time of year, which suited the ranchers' purposes perfectly.
During the trip, the plump girls were stripped naked, and were raped at will by their wealthy owners. They were used to this kind of treatment, from the wranglers who handled them, and although it was dehumanizing and brutal, they had accustomed themselves to this kind of severely debasing sexual abuse. When they had been roundly fucked, so that their mouths, rectums and vaginas dribbled fresh semen, the wranglers fastened a steel cuff onto the left ankle of each of the chubby bitches, with a length of chain attached.
They arrived at the stream after an hour of travel, and the nude girls were pushed out of the wagon. They were quickly swarmed by the large meat eating and blood sucking insects, to the delight of the observers sitting safely behind the insect netting. The two screaming nudes hastily rushed into the small pond by the tiny stream, and flopped down, seeking the protection of the water. They were startled to find that the muddy water was only inches deep, and provided them no protection from the persistent insects whatsoever.
They got to their feet and bolted toward the wagon, but were grabbed by the wranglers, and had the chains attached to their ankles staked to the ground. They were held fast, and although they both tried desperately, were unable to pull the long stakes from the ground. The wagon moved a short distance away, and then stopped, with the ranchers comfortably positioned to watch the pudgy young naked ladies from the safety of the nets as they were swarmed by the carnivorous insects. At first the staked out naked slave ladies slapped at the fiercely biting insects, attempting to kill the small attackers with smacks from their hands. That worked at first, although they could not reach all parts of their bodies.
Soon the two desperately slapping nudes were covered with tiny smears of their own blood and squashed mosquitoes. As the number of swarming insects increased, they danced and smacked themselves viciously, squashing blood-gorged mosquitoes against their bare flesh while attempting to scare others of the flying bugs away. The hysterically screaming nudes then attempted to roll on the ground when the incessant mosquitoes became unbearable, but to no avail. As they regained their feet, a large swarm of big horse flies came from nowhere, and they were teemed with much more agitation than they could deal with.
For more than a hour the two hobbled bitches screamed and struggled with the incredible swarms of insects as they were bitten all over their naked bodies. The mosquitoes left welts, and smears of blood where they were squashed, while the much large horse flies actually bit out little bits of skin and then small chunks of meat, that by themselves were not significant, but in their totality left a growing pattern of raw bitch meat exposed.
Long before they fell for the last time, both of the screaming bitches lost their sanity with the ceaseless attack, and as the men watched from the comfort of their protective netting, the pair of naked girls were literally eaten alive. It was an inspired event, and the four horsemen congratulated themselves as they finished their whisky. The girls were still alive and trembling when the wranglers cut off their feet, to retrieve the valuable steel anklets and chains they wore, and to ensure that they would not escape their certain fate.
The wagon left them as they were totally covered with the feasting horseflies. They were alive, but the fight was in them was gone. It would take weeks for the meat-eating insects to consume the two carcasses, if indeed the insects were left to themselves, but they would have assistance from the coyotes. Within forty-eight hours, the bitch bones would be picked as clean as those of the girls who had died after tumbling off the cliff a month earlier.
Duke and four of the others ranchers were moving some cattle with their men, and the five cattle owners stopped at a stagecoach way-station for dinner. As they arrived, the coach did also, and they were delighted to see that its passengers were a group of very attractive young French speaking women. They were in a perky mood, and their suggestive conversation was designed to titillate the men they saw entering with them. They let it be known from their conversation that they were from the French Quarter of New Orleans, were experienced whores, and were being transported to stock a small town brothel.
The men saw that the lady in charge, who the others called Fleurette, was no more than twenty-four, and the five girls she supervised, although clearly seasoned whores, were in their late teens. The girls proved their immaturity by acting silly. They all giggled as they spoke, like a gaggle of geese. Their silly and self-centered behavior made the woman serving them uneasy, and they were vicious in their unkind remarks and treatment of her. Duke smiled, and the men with him agreed to give these young ladies a taste of respect and discipline.
They left the remote way station ahead of the stage, and were ready for it when it reached a narrow draw in the forested area of some small hills. Only two shots by the skilled ambushing snipers were required to take out the stagecoach driver and his single guard. Within moments Fleurette and her gaggle of beautiful teenage whores were the captives of the powerful men. The beautiful young bitches were trussed in pairs, and slung over the backs of three of the stage's horses. These pack horses were led to a small seasonal sawmill which was less than five miles away. It was abandoned at this time of year, as it was used only in the fall. The machinery was well maintained, and was fully operational.
The men filled the boiler with water, and started the fires. Within a couple of hours, the engine that ran the mill would have a full head of steam. The ranchers took their branding irons from their saddle bags, and laid them in the engine's fire box to heat. They would get their enjoyment from these young fillies using whatever they had at hand or could find, and this rustic mill was rich with interesting opportunities.
When the preparations were completed, they stripped Fleurette naked, leaving her wearing only her black stockings and her high heeled button boots. She was a very pleasant looking girl, with long shiny black hair combed straight, a slightly stocky build, and a plump set of round pointed titties. She looked like she could give a man a real ride for his money. Her vagina had apparently been well used, and the lips were full and curled. She had plucked the hair that grew along the sides of her cunt and through the seam between her buttocks, to give herself a civilized rather than a hairy look. The curls of her extruding inner sex lips were clearly visible as they spread out of the fold of her artfully plucked pubic mound.
Unlike the younger girls in the party of whores, Fleurette could also speak English, although she did so with a strong and sexy French accent. Duke slapped her full round ass with a stick he had brought into the mill with him, and she turned around, displaying her full charms to the men surrounding her. They were impressed at the fullness of her ass cheeks, and with the way they rippled as she moved. This cunt was made of prime meat, and would be an ideal subject for the fun they planned to have with her. She was a provocative slut, and was fully worthy of the right granted her to entertain the men with her suffering.
The younger ladies, bound to stout posts near the wall and still in their clothing, watched as the men found a long inch-thick iron bar, and drove the pointed end deep into the side of one of Fleurette's fat tits, raising hysterical screams from the young prostitute. Twisting it as he pushed, the man holding the shaft managed to work it right through the full mammary, so that it burst through the other side, and then entered the other. He persisted, and his efforts paid off when the tip of the bar emerged through the far side of her other breast. Fleurette's pair of pudgy pale milkers were now completely impaled.
Next Duke threw a pair of ropes over a high stout beam, and the ends were tied to the ends of the rod sticking out of her tits. The men then used these ropes to pull her into the air, swinging by her impaled tits. Her arms and legs were left free, as it was evident there was no way she could improve her position, and the men loved to see abused bitches thrash and struggle. In this case, her struggles would serve their purpose, as any movement would increase her discomfort, as well as amplify the seriousness of her situation. Although she was already in deep shit, her situation could now only deteriorate. Fleurette knew with certainty that she and the other young prostitutes were not going to leave this sadistic party alive. The men found some rolls of rusted barbed wire, and Duke showed the others how to make simple but devastating whips. He used a four foot length of pole that were an inch and a half thick. He nailed a six foot length of the stiff wire to one end, and his weapon was ready. The other men made similar tools, and they were ready to give the young lady hanging by her plump boobs a lesson in satisfying merciless sadists.
Duke started the action, slashing the length of barbed wire viciously at Fleurette's stretched tit meat. The other men joined in, and the squealing human pig danced beautifully in the air as she started to bleed. The men were in no hurry, and gave her time between each brutal blow to experience the horror of her savage beating. Judging by her screams and frantic twisting and bucking, the pain they were giving her was excruciating.
The makeshift wire bitch whips were working perfectly. The men paid full homage to Fleurette's round ass and sassy cunt, at first splitting and then stripping bits of meat from her. She took the extreme physical abuse like a true coward, screaming at the top of her lungs in both French and English, begging her male tormentors for mercy. Her blood trickled from her torn flesh, and her lovely crotch soon resembled raw beef. Now the men pulled their branding irons from the fire, as they looked for a novel way to entertain her.
"Let's brand her boot!" one of the men shouted. Two of the men grabbed her legs and held them firmly as the man who had the idea brought his branding iron up under the sole of her right boot. The leather smoked immediately, and then sizzled as the white-hot iron burned into it. Her leg buckled, but the man held firm, and straightened it again. The bitch's piercing scream announced the fire had reached her foot. The sadistic rancher pressed harder, and although she twisted and tried to kick, the glowing iron burned deep into the meat of her foot.
Still the man pressed, and after less than thirty seconds, the fiery tool burned through the top of her boot. The rancher had used the iron to burn the lower two-thirds of her foot off! Fleurette was hysterical. Smoke rose from the destroyed boot and stump of her foot, but there was no blood: the heat of the iron had effectively cauterized the wound as it was being made.
A second iron was applied to her, this one against the side of the other boot, above the ankle. The same force and endurance were used, and the squealing bitch's other pretty foot dropped to the ground, completely severed by the brightly glowing branding iron.
The bound girls watching this murderous sport were also near hysteria, terrorized by the inhuman brutality of the ranchers as they worked on Fleurette. What the young whores found most terrifying was how much these men were enjoying their bizarre recreation. They had often seen men at the brothel that had paid to beat the whores, and all of them had endured the abusive attentions more than one such cowboy. There the limits were understood and strictly enforced. Here there were no restrictions. In this dusty sawmill the men were unleashing their wildest instincts, and they were awesome.
While the hanging bitch's legs were being held apart, two of the other men brought forward a long saw. It was the kind designed to be used by two men to cut through big trees. It consisted of a long flat blade, with a handle on either end. The men brought the large saw up between Fleurette's spread legs, and laid the teeth against the lips of her damaged French pussy. They were going to demonstrate to her how easily both trees and bitches could be split. This was a lesson the brutalized bitch was not eager to learn.
At first the huge saw blade was drawn backward, with the grain, so that the sharp teeth slid and rubbed against her delicate sex flesh but did not cut into the tenderized meat of her cunt and her anus. The saw was long, and the men drew it back slowly, giving her ample opportunity to experience the horror of what was about to happen to her. She was getting the picture, and the plump girl's imagination was no match for the horror her ruthless captors planned for her.
With a sudden jerk, the huge saw was pulled forward, and it ripped into her naked pussy as if the tender female sex meat was softened butter. The large saw teeth, designed to bite into the green wood of a growing tree, ate more than an inch deep into her crotch on the first pull, opening the division between her front and rear fuck slots, making them into one opening. Again the saw was drawn back, this time well lubricated by Fleurette's blood. The second draw of the large saw cut right into her pelvic bone, and the dangling bitch bucked feverishly with the horror and pain of the terrible intrusion. With only a brief hesitation, the men pulled the saw again, and it dug deeper into her torso, revealing the pretty young prostitute's tight pack of pink intestines.
Suddenly the steam whistle blew. That was the signal that there was a full head of steam, and that the equipment had to be used, to avoid excessive pressure buildup in the boiler. For the moment, Fleurette was saved by the bell. Three of the men used pike poles to lever a log into the chute, and then the great circular saw was started. The mechanism was set in motion, and the log slid toward the spinning blade, to be slit lengthwise. The drive chain that moved the large log was released, and the log's movement was arrested.
Duke selected a pretty blonde girl with bulging boobies, pressed up by her corset into a startling cleavage for an eighteen year old. The men stripped off the girl's dress, but left on her corset. The agreed they would let the saw take care of stripping her nude. With her panties off, they saw what most interested them at the moment, and soon her entire figure would be revealed.
She was lifted and laid along the log on her back, with her vivacious vulva presented to the loudly whirling blade. When she was securely bound, the chain drive was once more engaged, and the log moved slowly but relentlessly toward the saw. The end of the log made contact, and the blade screamed as it bit into the wood, throwing out a large fan of sawdust. The progressive movement of the big log was both steady and horrifying.
The beautiful young blonde screamed in terror, begging the men to be merciful and to release her. The noise of the steam engine and of the saw blade ripping through the large log all but drowned out her pleading, and even if they had heard her clearly, none of her captors understood French.
The other girls were bug eyed and unblinking as they watched the log move ceaselessly toward the naked sex organ of their friend. The girls wondered how far these evil men would let the blade cut into her. They were soon to find out.
The men stood back to enjoy the bizarre scene as both the log and the girl riding it were slowly and deliberately cut in two lengthwise. When the terrible sawblade finally reached her, it ripped into the meat of the screaming young girl's cunt, biting effortlessly into the defenceless female organ. The gang was run at its slowest speed to increase the pleasure of the men watching the lively young woman's literal parting.
Without pause, the whirling saw slowly ripped on up through her pelvis and across her belly. The sawdust being thrown by the speeding blade was suddenly red as blood and bits of bloodied female flesh were ripped and spewed onto the growing pile of sawdust on the sawmill floor. It was a beautiful sight to the perpetrators, and grossly revolting to their helpless victims.
The four other girls still dressed and bound at the sidelines were now all white with shock, and they pee'd in their panties as they watched their friend being neatly cut in half up the middle. They saw the blade eat up across her tight tummy and into the whalebone girdle that hid her navel. Soon the saw was past where her belly button would be, and then it was approaching the join of her ribs. The slender bones of her rib cage and sternum were nothing to the saw. It cut up through her corset between her squeezed and bulged tits, and the waist and breast-restraining device fell free, revealing those marvelous nippled mounds of wobbling pink tit flesh.
Her legs spread by their own weight, and she slowly peeled apart, in a spread "V" starting at the bitch-splitting blade. Still the saw persisted, and it cut upward, furrowing through the log and the young lady, ripping through her neck and chin. Her sides continued to move apart on either side of the murderous blade. It split her face and head in half, and finally her two halves fell off the log, now completely separated. The men dumped her viscera and internal organs into a deep dry well. Ropes over the high beam were tied to each ankle, and the halves of the butchered girl was pulled up and hung like two swinging sides of beef.
When the log had also been completely split, the trough was rotated, and another log was loaded onto it. This time the log would be cut across, into two shorter logs. Another girl was brought forward, and her clothing stripped from her. She was tied onto the log lying along its length on her belly. She was positioned so that her waist was aligned with the steam-powered circular blade. The ranchers were surprised that the young girl found another store of urine. She pissed a golden arch as she and the log she was bound to were moved toward the saw.
Her bindings were secure, holding her firmly in place on the log. She was totally helpless in her futile struggles as the log onto which she was bound inched steadily toward the whining saw. The whirring teeth found the wood first, then in seconds began to cut into her side. Her buttocks spread, and she produced a steaming string of fat firm turds as the blade ripped deeper into her, until it effectively bisected her at the waist. Her entrails joined those of the vertically halved girl in the well, then her lower half was hung by an ankle and her upper half by a wrist, when her divided parts were strung up like those of the girl before her.
The men then momentarily returned their attention to Fleurette. The girl's big boobs had stretched more than three inches since she had been hanged by the iron rod through them. She was laced with bleeding welts from the rusty barbed wire whips, and she was dripping blood from the deep saw cut through her naked crotch. However, the beautiful black-haired cunt still had a lot of life and fight left in her.
Three of the men brought short stepladders and set them up beside her. They climbed the ladders, and while one of them pulled on her arm, the other two, using the two-man saw, cut the shapely limb off her above the elbow. They moved the ladders, and then repeated the amputation on her other arm. They tied barbed wire tightly around the stumps to reduce the loss of blood. They had no interest in saving her life, but they wanted to prolong her agony until they were finished with her.
Duke and another rancher pulled another girl forward, the smallest of the group. She was the only one who's dress covered her bosom, but the garment did nothing to hide the impressive dimensions of the mammaries it covered. When they stripped off her provocative dress, they were startled to see that there was no padding. Naked her large full breasts were even more impressive. The petite young woman had a remarkable figure that her clothing had concealed.
Two men grabbed her and held her stretched between them, with one holding her wrists and the other her bare ankles. In this position, they moved her toward the murderously spinning saw. They lifted her above it, belly downward, and the spunky young woman with the hourglass figure desperately arched her back to keep herself above the flying steel teeth. Like the girls before her, she pissed as she was moved closer to the viciously whirling saw blade. The men were impatient, and were excited that they had uncovered such a delightful little woman, so they swung her in a high arch. In a single drop, the slender waisted bitch was neatly twinned.
Duke held the lower half by the ankles, and he lifted her and dropped her buttocks over the large round blade, and it sliced right through her, cleanly quartering her. The other man dropped her chest over the blade, cutting her upper half in two. Her body parts were then hung up beside those of the other butchered girls.
The ranchers now used the two-man saw to cut off Fleurette's legs high above the knee, and they used their hot branding irons to stem the flow of blood. She was now reduced to a four-stumped torso, hanging by the heavy rod through her big tits. She had no arms or legs to thrash and kick, but she put on an impressive show with her bleeding stumps and seductively twisting torso. There would be more time for her once they had dealt with the last of the young prostitutes.
This girl, although only eighteen, was more maturely developed physically than were any of the others. Her breasts were full and ripe, like those of a woman who had born and nursed several children. Her large mammaries were full and firm and the pink nipples stood erect and jutted out boldly on the peaks of her firm milkers. Her waist was flared, and her firm round buttocks were dimpled and were both bulged and concave in the right places. She was as comely as any cunts the men had among their stock at the Devil's Haven ranch.
Duke put a rope over the high beam, set the noose over her neck, and pulled her off the floor, so that her tits were at eye level. She was an ideal young French heifers, and these men were in the mood to sink their hot irons into prime bitch meat. The irons were all hot, and the naked young woman was properly strung up and her shapely form presented, ready for branding.
"It's ass branding time!" one of the men shouted, and six glowing irons were thrust against her buttocks and hips. Smoke sizzled from the big brands as they were pressed against her buttocks, and burned searing brands deep into her ass meat. Her screams echoed off the rafters as the irons were pressed into her shapely glutes, and redoubled as the big branding tools were withdrawn, with some of her meat pulled free, as it had been cooked onto the glowing irons.
"Its calf branding time!" another shouted, and the backs of her legs took the six searing brands. The men held her securely as they worked with their smoking irons, and her desperate struggling tightened the strangling noose around her neck. The heated metal was heavy enough that it lost little of its heat as the irons were applied to the living meat of the screaming girl.
"It's tit branding time!" shouted a third, and the six large irons, still glowing hot, were pressed sizzling into the fatty meat of her big breasts. The men let the brands sink more than two inches deep into the soft meat of the girl's breasts, and when they were withdrawn, the sight was astounding.
Her erect nipples had completely disappeared, burned off as the glowing irons had cooked their way into the French bitch's marvelous mammaries. Top, bottom, sides and centers of the young girl's tender boobs had been deeply roasted with the terrible hot irons, which had been designed to permanently mark the tough hides of cows. Three of the irons had actually made contact inside the fatty meat of the big tits.
Duke pulled an inch-thick iron shaft out of the fire. It was not a branding iron, but was designed to burn a chain hole through fence posts. "Cunt roasting time!" he said. Two of the ranchers pulled the hanging girl's shapely legs apart, and Duke positioned the monstrous white-hot iron in front of her lovely twat. "We're going to fuck you with the devil's penis!"
The men holding the hanging girl's legs peeled apart the pink inner wrinkled lips of her vagina, revealing the female sex organ's beautiful inner vestibule. Duke moved the point of the glowing iron into position, and pressed it in a sliding motion against the base of the tightly stretched cunt lips, burning right through them, so that they were easily pulled off. He had effectively circumcised the pretty young French girl!
The men holding her then used their strong fingers to press the spread outer labia into the sides of her groin. They pressed so hard that the inner tunnel of her cunt was forced open, and Duke lined up the glowing iron with the now inviting orifice of the young girl's gaping pussy. When he had perfect alignment, he thrust the white hot metal deep into her sex cavity, so far that it entered her cervix, easily cooking its way through her tender inner sex meat.
The girl bucked and twisted wildly, putting incredible strain on the rope around her neck. Her performance was incredible. Black smoke spewed from her cunt around the shaft of the iron in its grip. The meat of her velvety fuck chute and her uterus was quickly cooked right onto the iron, holding the heavy tool in place. The men released her to watch her phenomenal unrestrained dance of death. She proved to be a reckless fighter.
The men promptly pulled out their stout penises and masturbated openly as they watched the beautiful nude young lady struggle on the end of the rope. Her efforts were useless in terms of her needs, but fit perfectly the wishes of her powerful male captors. Her face was dark red and swollen, her eyes bulged, and her gums were bleeding. At last she emptied her colon, as she lost fundamental control. She swung silently, kicking in jolting spasms, with the obscene shaft of the branding iron sticking out of her cooked vagina. As a parting shot, the man with the largest brand pressed it into her face, demolishing her nose and leaving his mark burned deeply into what had moments before been beautiful features.
Now they all returned their attention to Fleurette, the limbless lady still hanging by her big tits. One of the men thrust the hook on the end of a pike pole up into her ruined crotch, and then he jerked it out. Everyone laughed when they saw he that had snared her intestines. He pulled out great loops of her fat pink guts, actually disemboweling her through her amalgamated organ. They could see that the trauma of her experience with them was taking its toll. Their beautiful human stump was delirious, and starting to fade. The three men who had removed her limbs got up their ladders once more. One of them got his fist into her hair and held her head high. The other two placed the teeth of their huge saw against the side of her neck, and went to work.
This remarkable limbless and eviscerated bitch managed to scream obscenities at the men as they cut into her neck with the saw. She had seen all of the atrocities they had committed on her charges, and became alert and coherent as she realized she was losing her head. The men took their time, to give her every opportunity to express herself. They found useless bitch ravings to be as enjoyable as the acts of violence the performed on favored members of the gentle sex.
While they worked the saw, others brought their brands into play, burning their identifying marks deep into her heaving meat. Even her big impaled breasts, which were severely stretched upward as they supported her weight, were deeply branded. Her torso was covered with a pattern of smoking brands when at last the gutless and limbless bitch's head came off. She had performed well, and the men found the afternoon to be completely satisfying.
With their identifying marks covering the six bitch carcasses, the gentlemen ranchers decided to torch the sawmill. The building was dry, and the mounds of sawdust heaped everywhere would ensure complete combustion. They set the wood frame building ablaze and rode away, with a feeling of satisfaction in the job they had done on those insolent young whores. A pillar of black smoke rose as the large building was engulfed by flame.
There was only a small chance that the man and wife who were keepers of the way station would see the smoke, but there was nothing they could do about it if they did. It would at best be several hours before anyone came to investigate, and with luck it might be a couple of months before the fire was even discovered. Summer lay ahead of these gentlemen adventurers, the season when most of the events at their ranch retreat would occur, and the men were pleased that they had got things off to a great start.
In the summer the slave bitches were all kept naked in their stalls, although they had a blanket and other nudes to huddle against on the straw floor, to handle the chill of the prairie nights. That kept costs down, and eliminated the extra work of maintaining and washing clothing. Keeping the girls nude also made keeping track of what kind of physical shape they were in much easier. The girls got lots of exercise when they were let loose in the big corral, and were forced to run with the long flailing whips, their bare asses and flopping tits lashed severely for the amusement of their keepers, the tough wranglers. The men used this bitch-whipping as sport to break up the monotony of the day.
The captive females were also kept physically fit from the constant rounds of power-fucking from the horny wranglers. The bitches were also often impregnated, but the ranchers had no trouble making use of bitches in any state of pregnancy in their murderous violent blood-sports.
The slave girls were always required to take an active role in their brutal rapes, and were threatened with punishment with a wire brush up their ass or in their vagina, which meant cruel and painful treatment without marking them. Almost every night, some bitch was violently reamed with the monstrously cruel wire brush. That was a normal part of life for them now, but they never became used to the horrible penalty.
Life for the captive females at Devil's Haven was not pleasant, but it was not intended to be. The women were simply a stock of fresh cunt meat on the hoof, to be available and ready for severe sexual abuse for the pleasure of the ranchers. Each girl was fully aware that her turn could come at any time, but they were never ready for the atrocities that followed when they were called.
Cassandra was told to select four girls in their early twenties to compete with each other in an unusual and punishing race. Duke told her that the girls she selected would not fare well, and that before the event was finished, their cunts and tits would likely be in tatters. She was allowed to choose whoever she wanted to see suffer. The selection was not difficult. She picked four of her ex-classmates. These were girls who had formed a clique at the college, and had excluded her from their petty social intrigues. She had watched the girls carefully during the long winter and spring in captivity at the ranch, and saw that they were all still close friends, excluding others from their meaningless banter and gossip.
Duke had given Cassandra no idea what kind of competition these girls would be involved in, but she was certain it would be deadly, and she also believed that none of the pretty young females should be expected back alive. She was surprised but delighted when Duke took the girls she had selected to the harness room. The vain cunts were likely to be treated as animals. She was even more delighted when she was instructed to go with them. She knew she was going to have a part in their abuse.
The four twenty and twenty-one year old girls Cassandra had selected were not pregnant. They were spread on their backs over a bench in the harness room, face up with their limbs spread, and Cassandra was instructed to shave off their pubic and armpit hair. She did this with relish, further denuding their vulnerable womanhood, while being careful not to nick their fair skin. She knew that Duke wanted their cunts to be smooth, not bleeding.
She was satisfied that the luscious vulvas she was preparing for the mysterious competition would be bleeding soon enough. She had ensured their fate simply by selecting these particular girls. Duke never abused the women he used without violently attacking their naked cunts. He was a master of giving women unendurable pain, and had particular skills and passion for hurting their sensitive reproductive organs.
When she was finished with the last cunt, the beautiful young girls she had selected and shaven were given spike heeled cowboy boots, chaps for their legs, leather vests that were too small for them, and cowboy hats to protect them from the hot sun. Their shaven crotches, their round buttocks, their tight tummies and their full round breasts were left fully exposed. Tight leather straps with steel links were placed on the wrists of the beautiful college girls, similar to the links on the ankles of their boots.
The leather outfit each girl wore was died in different colors. One girl wore red, one yellow, one green and one white. Cassandra was given an outfit identical to that the others wore, although her pubic hair was left intact, and her revealing outfit was made of entirely black leather. Her breasts, belly and crotch were also fully exposed, and the blonde curls growing around her cunt were carefully plucked and trimmed to reveal the lips of her delightful sex organ. The wranglers had made it clear to her from the beginning that on this ranch, a real cowgirl proudly displayed her cunt to the men at all times.
The five outfitted girls were loaded aboard the chuck wagon and were driven out of the valley to a part of the ranch they had never before seen. There was a large slightly sunken natural bowl that was about a half mile across, up on the high plain. Because of the depressed shape, there was a thick mixture of dried tumbleweed, tall nettles, and scotch thistles growing right across the broad bowl. It was not the kind of place a person would want to get caught in. Assembled at the lip of the bowl were the ranchers, and they sat on their horses, watching with interest as the provocatively attired ladies were unloaded from the wagon.
Duke instructed the wranglers to line up the four ladies that Cassandra had selected, and they were forced to squat. The links on their leather wrist cuffs were attached to similar links on the ankles of their boots, so that they were restrained in the squatting position, their knees spread on either side of their bulging tits, so that they were unable to stand. As the four squatting girls watched, the chuck wagon moved around the bowl, with Cassandra still aboard.
In just over five minutes, the wagon had reached the far side of the huge natural bowl. Even at that distance, the girls were able to see something that absolutely startled them: the driver of the chuck wagon harnessed and saddled one of the spare horses, and hoisted Cassandra onto the animal's rump behind the saddle so that her bare cunt and ass were pressed against its sweating back. Then he handed her a pistol! Were they going to kill their school mate, shooting her with rifles while giving her a small chance to defend herself? She was too much a tomboy, anyway, and they all felt it was better her than them.
The inhuman treatment the four squatting girls were about to receive was fully expected by the costumed but naked cunts. They had all heard the stories of excessive sexual brutality by the wealthy ranchers from the wranglers over the winter. At first they had believed that the tales were the wranglers' bizarre sexual fantasies, designed to terrorize them, and to force them to cooperate in the wild sex orgies the wranglers had whenever they wanted to. When women had disappeared from their numbers and were never heard of again, they had started to wonder how bizarre the events could really be.
Now the beautiful young women realized that the horror sex stories they had heard were completely true, and that the women and girls who had not returned were not freed, but had been mercilessly killed. The whole thing was terrifying. Before the afternoon was over, they were sure they were all going to die a horrible and painful death, for the amusement of the terrible men who had kidnaped them. Duke climbed onto his horse, drew his rifle from its scabbard, and promised the girls that the last of them to reach the chuck wagon would be shot on the spot. He also let them know that they were to cross the natural bowl through the middle, making their way thought he thick growth of dried brush, nettles and thorns.
Any girl who refused to go through the coarse vegetation or attempted to go around would also become target for his rifle. Without giving the girls time to worry about their fate, he fired his gun into the air as a signal for them to start.
The four girls were highly stressed, crouching in their leather attire that left all of their delectables fully exposed. It was not their costumes that distressed them, it was the graphic view they had of the field of thorns and dry sagebrush, and the sight of their peer with the pistol. They knew Cassandra hated them, and were now not sure if she would have the guts to shoot them. Between them and their goal lay the broad field of harsh vegetation that would scrape, scratch and sting their most intimate flesh severely. And riding behind them was Duke.
To enforce their compliance with the inhuman rules was this merciless man with the rifle, and at the chuck wagon that was their destination, was one of their own, who they feared would not hesitate to shoot them, just to make points with the wealthy ranchers. The four girls were in a no win situation, but the path of least resistance was to play the vicious game through to whatever was its intended outcome.
The four squatting girls braced themselves, facing the field of adversity. They began to waddle briskly forward, encouraged by four booming shots from the rifle that kicked up sharp sprays of dirt at the exposed asses of the lovely cowgirls, and they burst forward, on their way. The dry sagebrush was dragged forward, scraping against the tender skin of the rapidly waddling girls, and it and the thistle barbs prepared the girl's flesh, tenderizing and scratching it, making it more vulnerable to the sting of the vicious nettles. In moments the girls were severely scratched from their faces down across their big bare breasts, over their bellies, across the tender meat of their fully exposed sex organs, and between their spread buttocks.
The terrible stinging nettles deposited their harsh burning acid into these scratches, and soon the four girls were screaming at the biting effect of the abrasive and caustic plants on their tenderized meat. When one of them stopped and spun around, a pleading look on her sobbing face, Duke was pleased to see the degree of swelling that was setting in. The bitches were suffering exactly as planned. It was treatment like this that proved to women their true worth in the scheme of things, and these men delighted in teaching women that harsh lesson.
The rifle boomed again, as Duke shot the nipple off the reluctant girl's right breast, and she resumed her waddling struggle. Moments later, when another of the girls delayed her progress, Duke put a bullet right through her large swinging left breast. The big boob slapped wildly against the other, with visible shock waves distorting the form of both of the fatty mammaries. The shock of being shot did the trick, and the pretty screaming bitch was quickly on her way again.
By the time the four girls had passed the midway point in their terrifying journey, they were all leaving faint trails of their blood on the plants they were trampling. They were nearing exhaustion from the effort and the trauma, and began to fall forward onto their faces. Whenever they did this, they faced a difficult struggle in regaining their upright squatting position.
The sharp crack of the rifle reverberated through the bowl as another big boob had a bullet slam through it. The girls' big tits made good safe targets, and the mammaries were taking destructive abuse with each shot. Bullets slamming through their boobs was all the bitches needed to get back at their terrifying task.
Cassandra had moved up over the high ridge of the back of the saddle onto the saddle's seat, and she stood up in the stirrups to get a better view of the remarkable action in the field. Her horse was skittish with the shocking sound of the rifle breaking across the prairie, and with the screaming of the strange squatting female human forms waddling through the dense growth. It was sexually exciting for Cassandra to see these girls she hated so much now getting the kind of treatment she could only dream of giving them when they had been back in St. Lewis.
She could feel her cunt getting moist and warm with raw sexual excitement at the extreme physical abuse the beautiful young snobs were taking. As the afflicted girls got nearer, Cassandra found standing was no longer necessary to get a good view of the abusive action, and she moved her hips forward as she lowered herself, so that her vagina came down against the broad head of the saddle horn.
The vivacious cowgirl moved her stimulated naked organ sensuously over the leather covered saddle projection, wetting the leather with her sweet tasting sex slime. The beautiful harlot was fastidiously clean, and there was no vaginal yeast growing in her honey pot to disflavor her sex meat or the clear arousal excretions of her sex moisture.
On a sudden impulse, Cassandra pressed her hips downward, forcing her entire weight onto the broad head of the saddle horn. She slid her wet cunt forward and backward, increasing her weight on the mashed sex lips, until at last her organ was forced open, and her magnificent cunt wholly engulfed the large curved object.
As Duke and the group of girls he was herding got near her, he saw what the bitch on the horse was doing, and was pleased at her open and aggressive sexuality. The next step planned for her would establish her real place in the scheme of things. This bitch was as outrageous as he could hope for, and he was going to give her the opportunity to be even more cruel to the girls she had selected as the game had been. He would see just how far this beautiful young ranch girl would go in her own brutality to the other captive females. Raising the captive cunt's sexual pashion and cruelty to outrageous levels would only make her eventual fall greater sport.
The girls were soon driven out of the brush and over to the chuck wagon, with Duke following close behind them on his chestnut stallion. Cassandra was startled to see the severe effects of the punishment they had endured. Their faces were badly swollen, as were their bullet- riddled breasts, bellies, and ravaged sex organs. Blood trickled from the deep scratches, and their boobs were all devastated with bullet holes. The men loved to use women as targets to keep up their skills with their rifles and pistols, and these young ladies had served them well. They had used normal bullets, and resulting gunshot wounds were clean holes bored through the fatty meat from numerous angles.
"Dismount, cunt!" Duke commanded Cassandra. He watched with interest to see how she was going to release the big flared post she was gripping with her vagina. She started to move, and had to struggle to get her cunt off the invading saddle horn. There was a loud `pop' as she pulled free, and in two seconds she was off the large horse.
"Shoot them!" he commanded her. Cassandra drew her 45, and walked over to the nearest bitch. The girl looked up at her with pleading eyes. She knew she was dead meat from the time she had been selected and costumed, but she was facing a girl she had known for two years. Surely she would be helped. The girl was armed, and could fight these monstrous men. She opened her mouth to speak, and the barrel of the gun was suddenly between her teeth.
Cassandra thrust the barrel in deeper, right into the slut's throat, forcing the beautiful girl's head back. The gorgeous bitch moaned because the gun in her mouth and throat would not permit a scream. Cassandra watched the cunt roll her wide eyes in terror, and then, without a hint of conscience, she pulled the trigger.
The back of the girl's head flew off and back, striking the chuck wagon and spattering it with bits of bloodied brain. Duke watched Cassandra's face, which showed clear pleasure at the revenge she was taking on these hated bitches. The ranch-hardened girl was proving herself as he was sure she would.
The men found it exciting to make one of the girls execute the others. Cassandra was clearly up to the task, and now they wanted to see if she could sustain the control of her emotions that allowed her to kill the girl who had been her classmate. It was one thing to pull the trigger once, but there were still the other three defenceless females awaiting their turn. Whether or not she was able to continue was the true test. Having seen the devastation her act had created, would she be capable of committing three more brutal killings?
The second girl fell forward onto her knees, with her head bowed. Cassandra placed the muzzle of her big 45 against the bitch's temple, and the trembling young woman pissed in fear. Without hesitation, Cassandra squeezed off the second round. The chuck wagon took a second splattering of bitch brains, and the dead cunt fell forward on her big battered tits. Cassandra was still smiling, and the men began to sense just how deep her hatred of these girls was. She had no loyalty to them, and with the opportunity presented, she showed no hesitation in blasting them off the face of the earth, ending their frivolous young lives. This cunt was a killer, and was going to prove to be valuable as the season progressed.
The third girl pitched forward as both of the dead girls had, and her bare ass was inadvertently presented. Cassandra jammed the pistol deep into the offered rectum, and pulled back the hammer. The girl's anus served as a silencer, greatly reducing the crack of the big pistol. Blood spurted out of the girl's cunt as the big slug ripped up through her guts and found her heart. With her wrists cuffed to her ankles, she slumped, bowing her back, her pretty ass still propped high in the air.
The fourth girl fell over backward, screaming hysterically at her impending execution. She had been the one who had most offended Cassandra when they were students together. She had cut the new girl from the country out of social circles, and had wooed away Cassandra's first boyfriend. She was a truly gorgeous bitch, who had used her voluptuous sexuality to get whatever she wanted, and she knew how much the girl approaching her now with that lethal 45 hated her. For the first time on her life, she was frightened out of her wits.
The beautiful cuffed girl's most valuable assets were in ruins. Her scratched and swollen front was beet red, from her face right down across her big tits and tight belly to her open crotch and spread buttocks. Her fully exposed cunt had taken the worst of it, and was swollen outward so that it gaped open more severely than were any of the others. This made her protruding vagina a perfect target for Cassandra's smoking pistol.
She tried desperately to crab walk backward, but made little progress with the cuffs severely restricting her ability to move. Her unnatural position also forced her to raise her pubic mound, as if she were actually offering her naked and bleeding cunt to the smoking barrel of the large pistol in the hands of the turncoat bitch Cassandra.
The bloodied barrel of the big 45 was thrust deep into the college girl's ample cunt, and Cassandra pushed it in deep, until the big swollen vagina lips kissed the revolving cylinder. The barrel of the pistol was a full nine inches long! Cassandra knew from the resistance that the end of the barrel was pressed tightly against the prone cunt's cervix, and that the bullet would rip right through her frightened foe's uterus. She laughed with her delicious victory as she probed with the gun, ensuring the barrel had entered the screaming cunt's cervix. When she had milked the moment for all it was worth, Cassandra squeezed the stiff trigger, blasting a large lead slug deep into the belly of the screaming bitch.
A spray of hot blood spurted out from around the pistol and through the girl's anus as the bullet did its incredible harm inside her. Her belly bulged as the slug blasted through her internal plumbing. Unsatisfied at completing the fourth execution, Cassandra pulled the hammer back and fire again. The kick of the second bullet ripping through her caused the bitch's torso to bulge again, and this time blood gushed from the screaming mouth and nose of the bitch.
With the way cleared through the bitch's now pulverized guts, Cassandra pulled back the hammer on the big pistol once more. She wanted visible damage to the dead bitch, and knew she had one bullet left. The third shot went clear through the girl's torso, from stern to stem, its way prepared by the previous two shots, and it blew the cunt's head off as the fourth bitch was totally dispatched, blasted into total oblivion by the vengeful cowgirl Cassandra.
As she gave up the empty pistol and remounted her big stallion, the audacious cowgirl looked at the erotic carcasses spread on the ground around her. She surprised the ranchers when she said "I wish we could stay to see if the coyotes will fuck them before they eat them." This brazen hussy was truly a find. Duke made the arrangements.
They took the wagon's tongue, the long drawing pole by which the horses pulled the vehicle, off the front of the chuck wagon, and dug a deep hole with the post-hole auger to set the long pole in, standing it on end. They filled the hole with rocks and packed the base firmly with soil, then using the long reins used to drive the team, they bound the cheeky bitch's breasts tightly at the base. They tied her hands behind her back, and raised her to the top of the pole so that she hung by her big tits, her boots five feet off the ground.
Cassandra had only been hung by her shapely tits once before. That had been at the bar where she had worked in St. Lewis. The madam had punished her that way for berating uneducated customers, and not playing her proper submissive role as a female. That painful punishment had lasted less than an hour, but her big tits had ached for a week afterwards. The punishment had been harsh, but she had learned her lesson well.
She thought with dread what it would be like staying out here all night. It would not only be cold, but her tits might be damaged from this incredible abuse which they were not designed to withstand. She felt excitement grow in her gut at the wanton cruelty the men were once more displaying. She could see all four of the half-clad bitch carcasses from her elevated position, and although her boobs were aching from the strain of supporting her weight, they would soon be numb, she hoped, and then she could endure the humiliating treatment.
There would be a nearly full moon that night, and the men left her hanging there to contemplate the misfortune of being born a female, and to reflect on her role in life until the next morning. She would have a clear view to safely witness the consumption of the feast of bitch meat by the prairie scavengers, who had their own idea of the value of bitch meat, whether it was dead or alive.
After a fine evening meal, the cattlemen were relaxing with sherry in front of a roaring fire, joking about the marvelous bitch they had left hanging out on the prairie by her fabulous big tits. They knew she would be extremely uncomfortable, but they were also certain she would more likely enjoy than be repulsed by the violent consumption of the carcasses of the girls she had shot. Forcing a bitch to do violence on another bitch was a novel twist that they planned to exploit.
It was as they were discussing this that they first heard the commotion out in the stables. What they heard was the hysterical screaming and shouting of a gaggle of the captive cunts. The bedlam was unusually loud, and lasted for some time. A few moments after it had calmed down, one of the wranglers came in to report that one of the slave women had gone berserk in the stable, and had killed another cunt that shared her stall. It had been gruesome. She had beaten the other women to death with a four inch square five foot length of rough hewn timber. She had worked it free from the side of her stall, and used it as an effective club.
This outbreak of violence among the female inmates was not unexpected. These captive cunts were under extreme stress, with most of them knowing or suspecting that their only future was to die a horrible brutal death at the hands of their captors. They were helpless, accommodated like livestock, their prospects were hopeless, and they endured ongoing sexual abuse from the wranglers who were their handlers. Their only power was over each other, and only in the most petty of matters. The ranchers knew that sooner or later something had to break. Now it had.
Duke ordered the man to bring the offending bitch into the ranch house, and to bring along the woman's best friend. The men were delighted when they saw the killer was one of the school teachers, who's name was Amanda. She had been a model prisoner, and had set an example for the others. Everyone knew the beautiful twenty-five year old blonde as Mandy, and for months they had seen signs of Mandy unwinding mentally.
She could not take the stress of always being perfect in the less than perfect circumstances of her imprisonment. She had chosen a profession in which she could control others, and here she was totally controlled. Nothing fit her needs, and the beautiful young cunt with the well defined features had at last reached the boiling point. When she was brought to them, both she and her friend were stark naked. Duke told Mandy to describe for the ranchers what had happened. Sobbing, she told them that the other woman had taken up her space on the straw, that her stable-mate always used too much of the blanket, and that the greedy bitch deserved to die.
"And what did you do about it?" Duke asked her.
"I killed the slut!" Mandy said. Her firm round breasts bobbed beautifully as she sobbed out her story. Her tears streaked down her face and splashed from her bowed head onto her mounded blushing boobs.
Duke told the other woman to lie on the pine floor in front of the fireplace. She did, fearful of what might happen. This was the lesbian bitch who had comforted others until she had found one who responded to her affections. She had drawn Mandy into the world of female-on-female sex. Duke suspected their might have been an element of jealousy in the killing, but that was immaterial now, as both of these cunts were going to die for the enjoyment of the men tonight. The woman was trembling in fear as she stretched out on her back, spreading her raised knees, so that all of her sexual equipment was on full display, as she knew the men expected of her. She had a luscious figure, that set the men's pricks rising in their pants at the sight of her inviting posture. One of the wranglers handed the accused the length of timber she had used to do the bloody killing.
"Show us how you did it, Mandy" Duke told her.
The pert schoolmarm looked shocked. "Amie's my friend!" she shrieked. "She's my best friend ever! I can't kill her!"
"Amie is a cunt," Duke pointed out. "You killed a cunt. I am instructing you to show us how you did it."
Mandy gently lowered the squared wooden post so that the end rested on the floor beyond Amie's head. "Like that," she said, now sobbing uncontrollably. Amie saw what was coming, lost bladder control, and arched a stream of bright yellow urine across the floor. The pine, warmed by the fire, kept the spreading puddle of fresh lady piss warm so that its aroma quickly spread in the room.
"Do you like that smell? Do you like the scent of freshly spilled piss?" Duke asked Mandy.
"No, sir," she sobbed. She was terrified of what was coming, knowing what she would be forced to do.
"Do you find that lady piss on the floor is offensive to you?" he asked.
"Yes sir!" she said, her voice quivering even as she tried to sound brave and assertive. She knew she was going to be required to hurt her friend severely.
Duke drew his gun, and lifted it up under Mandy's long blonde hair, and pressed the muzzle against the base of her skull. "Well now, since she has offended you, you'll have to do something about that, won't you?"
"Yes, sir," she said. She was certain he was going to make her get onto her hands and knees and lick the floor clean. Duke surprised her.
"Kill her!" he commanded. Mandy's eyes bulged in disbelief. She heard the hammer being cocked, and felt the movement of the cold steel against the base of her skull. She knew he would not hesitate to blow her brains out if she did not do exactly as he said.
The slender girl reluctantly lifted the timber. "You shouldn't have pee'd" she sobbed, and brought the squared post down at an angle, striking the flat edge with a loud smack against a raised leg above the knee. There was no power in the blow, but it was a start, and it brought a scream from her reclining friend.
"That wasn't so tough, was it?" Duke said. "Now show us on Amie where you hit the other cunt's big tits." Mandy lifted the timber over her head again, and this time, knowing first hand how full and firm those big breasts were, used a bit more force, knowing the fat mammaries would protect her friend from real physical damage. The flat of the beam hit the nipple, bulging the big tit but doing no damage.
Encouraged that she could please the men and not harm her friend, Mandy raised the post and swung it hard to club the other big tit of her prone friend. Amie screamed and this time, seeing the changed direction and speed of the descending post, instinctively raised both of her arms to protect herself. The defensive act was self-defeating. She broke one arm below the elbow, and fractured the other wrist. Both Mandy and Amie screamed in horror at what happened, but Mandy's reaction was not what the men expected.
"You made me do that!" she screamed at Amie, who's bone showed through the compound fracture of her arm. "It was your fault, you shouldn't have put your arms up!" To make her point, she swung the post again, clubbing her friend's rib cage. The crushing sound of snapping ribs announced the damage she did to her downed friend. In her frustration she had used much more force in the blow than she had intended.
"Its all your fault!" Mandy screamed, and brought the heavy club down again against Amie's ribs. This time the corner caught the same place she had cracked three ribs, and several more gave way. As well, the edge of the squared post sunk into the bitch's side, and when Mandy lifted it, she saw with horror that not only had the flesh broken, but that now several jagged ends of broken ribs showed through. She was doing exactly what the men had brought her into the ranch house to do. Amie bucked in agony, straining her legs as she raised her hips and pelvis erotically. Mandy moved her feet further apart, and raised the big club over her head again.
"You're making me hurt you more than I mean to!" she screamed at Amie, and brought the rugged post down between the beautiful bitch's spread legs. Amie's cunt took the full force of the blow, and her pubic mound was so full that there appeared to be no structural damage. This result either encouraged or challenged Mandy, but she swung the post again at the offered vulva, this time bruising the female sex meat severely. Without encouragement, she swung at the big cunt for a third time, and all of the men in the room heard the crunch as Amie's pelvis snapped.
Duke holstered his gun. He had successfully returned the deranged bitch Mandy to her emotional state in which she was a merciless killer. Her rage was inflamed to the point that she required no further encouragement or direction. She was now intent on clubbing the downed woman to death. The men sat back to enjoy the spectacle of the nude woman being clubbed to death as they sipped their sherry.
Now in an insane rage, Mandy broke Amie's lower legs and smashed her knees, then went once again at the butch bitch's big tits. She struck them on the lower side, forcing the fat mammaries to bulge against Amie's shoulders, then she crushed them from the top, swelling the big boobs and breaking more of the helpless cunt's ribs as she did so. Then she brought the heavy timber down on Amie's shoulders and a the side of her neck, separating her arms from the shoulder and breaking both of the downed cunt's collar bones.
Amie was now reduced to a whimpering wreck, incapable of offering any resistance to the breaking of her naked body. Mandy was far from through with her, and seemed intent on causing the lesbian woman to suffer horribly. The young school teacher had been such a prudish perfectionist, but was now proving herself to be anything but nice. She was working at a frantic pace, in stark contrast to the gathering of ranchers in the large living room, who calmly watched her murderous attack on the naked and broken form of her friend.
A voice from the spectators said "Stuff the cunt," and without hesitation, Mandy thrust the end of the four by four against the downed bitch's damaged vagina. She got behind the other end of the post, braced herself, and thrust on it with all her might, lunging against the resistant cunt until at last the damaged female organ gave way, and the thick post found entry. Fresh screams from Amie announced her success, and Mandy renewed her efforts, driving the stout post impossibly deep into the lesbian woman's ravaged vagina. The terrible pressure of this monstrous invasion of her lower body forced the big battered woman to shit herself. The involuntary evacuation by the tortured bitch increased the level of Mandy's rage.
She dropped the end of the post, now sticking out of Amie's big cunt like a huge phallus, and grabbed the smaller of two large iron pokers from the side of the fireplace. She thrust the glowing pointed end against the side of one of Amie's big and swollen boobs, and thrust on it so hard that the iron tool burst into the fat mammary. Heaving with all her might, Mandy forced the improvised weapon deeper into the fatty tit meat, so that it not only bulged the other side, but actually broke through, and pressed against the whimpering bitch's other fat tit.
Mandy forced Amie to roll onto her side, so that the handle of the iron poker stood straight up, and now she bore down on it with all her weight, forcing the point to penetrate the other mammary. In doing so, she was squeezing her own boobies together so that the pink nipples bulged. As she pressed downward, her buttocks spread, giving the men behind her a clear view of her dripping sex organ and her tight anus. She was a cute thing, and Duke knew the men would enjoy executing her for her crimes.
At last the thick iron poker burst through the far side of Amie's big tits, so that her fat mammaries were now completely impaled. Mandy returned to the fireplace, and picked up the other poker. It was larger and heavier than the first, and the blacksmith who made it had put a pulling hook as well as a point on this one. Mandy actually grinned as she recognized this was the perfect club for her victim. She banged the big poker down with all her might, driving the heinous hook deep into the meat of Amie's belly. She jerked it out, and then slammed it down again. The crude thick hook stabbed into the soft belly meat and caught, so that it ripped open the tender human flesh as it was jerked back out. Mandy struck the bitch's exposed belly repeatedly, each time driving the iron hook in and then ripping it out, until at last she developed an opening in Amie's tummy that revealed the lesbian bitch's tight tangle of guts.
With several more damaging blows, bulges of both the large and small intestine began to poke out of the bloody openings. That was enough for Mandy, who decided to let nature take its course. The cunt had reduced her whimpering to soft moaning, and Mandy believed she was not going to last much longer. Her intense feelings for the older cunt had flip-flopped from love to hate, and she was acting out a rage that startled the men, but also pleased them greatly.
She turned her attention at last to the woman's head. She slapped the flat of the poker several times against Amie's temple as hard as she could, until at last she popped one of the bitch's eyes out. Then she dug the other eyeball out with the hook, but was too rough, and the white orb burst from the pressure. Next she brought the poker down with three hard blows against Amie's mouth, and smashed off several teeth. Finally she swung the poker in an enormous arc, and dug the hook deep into the bitch's brain, crushing her skull.
Mandy sat down heavily, or as heavily as a girl of her slight build could manage. She was exhausted, and a slick of perspiration covered her pretty naked form. Duke walked over to her, his towering figure contrasting with her diminutive form, and he grabbed her by the hair. With one hand he easily lifted her so that her feet were well above the floor. The pretty young murderess was now going to receive her punishment for her two heinous crimes. With the men laughing at her helpless struggles as she dance hanging by her hair, Duke sentenced her to death.
A chain was tied around her left ankle, and another tied to her long blonde hair. The chain from her hair was attached to a ceiling hook on a beam in front of the fireplace, and the ankle chain was attached to a hook on a beam eight feet neared to the center of the room. This position fully displayed her delightful sexual charms to the appreciative men, who were eager to witness her punishment.
The wranglers dragged the ruined carcass of Amie out of the room, and cleaned up her gore and the messes she had made, while Duke laid three irons into the fire, then got down his beautiful woman-whip made of fine human leather. He grasped the handle made of a woman's vagina, and lined himself up to begin the slow execution of the pretty young school teacher. She was the ideal subject for this kind of punishment, as the men delighted in punishing cunts that always had to be right. Her state of mind was also ideal, because she was completely irrational, and highly suggestible.
Duke began by laying his special woman-whip across Mandy's shapely dangling titties. He skilfully lashed them so that he wrapped the slender end of the vicious whip around the lower tit, and then tugged it so that it came free, but not before it jerked the round mammary out from the girl's chest, then burned a stripe around the boob. He repeated the effect with the other tit, and now they both had round red stripes around them, that quickly grew into ridged welts. This finely crafted weapon was capable of inflicting lethal blows, and Duke was as skilled as anyone in its use, but it was much too early to kill her.
Amanda had a classic cunt that stood on a distended pubic mound, as was often the case with slender women, and the dark ridged lips stood open like the beak of a bird. Taking careful aim, Duke lashed the whip underhanded, so that it sped straight toward the slightly open female organ, and the end drove right up into her, forcing its way inside simply by its momentum. It snapped deep inside her pretty vagina. That was such a startling trick that Duke repeated it to prove the incredible shot was not a fluke.
Mandy's sharp screams were supported by the laughter and applause of the appreciative ranchers. Duke was as good with the whip as he was with the gun. She kicked out with her free leg, but there was nothing close enough for her to reach with her lean flailing leg. No matter how she tried, she was unable to keep her gorgeous legs from spreading. Her lovely cunt presented too inviting a target to pass by, and it received a long series of stinging blows, which caused the assaulted organ to swell outward from the malicious battering it received.
Duke laced her back, buttocks, and belly with repeated and varied blows, never in the same place or when she might expect them. Although several of the angry welts began to ooze blood, Duke was careful to not cut her too deeply. He did not want to weaken the lovely bitch too much before he was ready for her to die. The blows were so painful that she leaped with each slapping contact of the vicious woman-whip.
She cringed as she screamed with the pain of the woman-leather striking her flesh, leaving searing red welts. No part of her nude body was left untouched. He lashed the soles of her feet, her face, her tight rectum, even her armpits, as he made his murderous victim pay dearly for her heinous capital crimes.
His vicious ministrations with the woman-whip were so complete that there were only small patches of skin that did not taste the sting of the whip directly. When at last he put the whip down, it was to pick up the bloody poker that Mandy had used to gut-rip and then dispatch Amie. Duke felt it was an appropriate weapon to use on the girl who had murdered another female with it, before this same assemblage of witnesses. The lovely young school teacher became hysterical again as she saw Duke take up the vicious iron weapon.
He moved between her legs, gaining full access to her naked crotch. The hold on her hair by the chain limited her ability to watch him, but her hysterical shrieking followed him as he aligned the tip of the big poker with its hooked appendage with the opening of her cunt. She realized in a panic that he intended to insert the terrible forged iron weapon into her womb. That was exactly what he did. He pushed the cold tip of the tool against the warm spread inner lips of her vagina, poking it into the small round opening inside, and then with a vicious thrust he drove the entire head with its nasty hook deep into her, stretching her womb.
Mandy's eyes bulged in shock as the terrible implement drove into her most private part. Once it was inside her, Duke moved it around, catching the hook against the folds of her inner fuck sheath. He pressed the handle against the base of her cunt, pinching her anus closed, then he jerked the tool out of her. With it, caught on the hook, was part of her womb. He jammed the implement into her again turned it, and once more jerked it out, with the same effect. The sadistic ranchman was gradually fishing out the inside of the slender pretty young woman's cunt, turning the cock-gripping organ inside out.
The girl gave up her struggle briefly, and swung gently on her side by her raised leg and her hair, like a sideways human hammock. She was striped with thin welts all over her slender body, and except for her bulging breasts and the patch of pubic hair above her vagina, she looked like a little girl.
There was one other marked exception. Little girls do not usually have their entire fuck shaft inverted, sticking out like a rudely jutting horse's cock, as Mandy's now did. The twenty ranchers sat sipping their sherry and stroking their rigid erections at the sight of her. Mandy had never before turned on so many men at one time. This was not an experience she would recommend to others, as she was not at all enjoying the attention she drew.
Duke now began to explore the possibilities of her asshole. He pressed the tip of the poker against her starfish rectum, and probed at the tight sphincter muscle. There was no way the pretty young lady was going to voluntarily allow the cold black iron implement into her fundament, but Duke had no need for her cooperation or assistance.
He pushed evenly, so that the straight pointed part of the tool thrust in a finger's length. It was stopped from further progress when the round hook part of the head reached the girl's rectal portal. Duke rotated the shaft until the hook was opposite her cunt, then he pushed her away from him, swinging her lengthwise toward the fireplace. She swung back, and he pushed again, harder this time. On the fourth push, she was swinging wildly, and as she moved toward him at the point of greatest motion, he suddenly thrust on the handle of the poker with all his strength, and the hook burst through into her asshole. Her piercing scream rocked the rafters. The big tool filled her colon far beyond its capacity, stretching the membrane to the limit. And going in had been relatively easy. The curve of the thick hook would work against expelling the device. Duke continued to swing the bitch until she began to calm down and ceased the distracting kicking with her free leg.
When he had the suspended school teacher moving in wild swinging arcs, he chose his moment perfectly as she was swinging away from him. At the exact instant, he jerked hard on the thick handle of the shaft protruding from her rectum. The trick did little apparent good, but it produced from Mandy a scream that exceeded the one when the poker had gone into her.
Again he set her swinging, and again he gave a mighty tug on the poker, and again she kicked and screamed hysterically. And once more the poker bulged her rectum as if it were about to spit, but the poker remained stuck fast. For the third time he rocked her until she swung high, and this time he jerked the iron with all his might, and the heinous device ripped open the tough meat between her asshole and her inverted cunt, allowing the poker to escape, followed by a gush of her blood.
The drastic operation had ripped her crotch open, exposing Mandy's colon and her internal pack of guts. The brutal treatment of the girl not yet enough to curtail the bitch's screaming and wild one legged kicking. The frantic exertion by the hopeless bitch was a cock-jerking sight, and the men were paying full service to their raging penises. Mandy thrashed and kicked, twisting her suspended torso and clawing desperately at hollow air with her arms. He boobies bounced deliciously with her urgent struggles, and as she fought, she began to slowly eject her intestines out through her destroyed crotch. She was behaving like a regular hellcat, and the men enjoyed every minute of it.
Duke put down the poker, poured himself another sherry, and sank into his comfortable leather chair once more, to watch as the slender young schoolmarm with what looked like a horse's cock where her cunt had been, as the writhing struggling girl now unintentionally disemboweled herself. The wealthy ranchers noticed with satisfaction how her already slender waist was further reduced as she unloaded her internal baggage, that formed a heap on the floor beneath her.
Duke got up when he noticed the bitch was losing energy, and he pulled a big red hot branding iron from the fire. It was the Devil's Haven brand, a huge DH, which was a monstrous six inch by eight inch rectangle with letters half an inch thick. This was a brand larger than those used on cattle: it would be considered too cruel to use on the hide of an animal.
This barbarous brand was designed to be used to burn deep into the meat of live women, and to hurt them as much as possible in the process. The huge branding iron was designed purely as an implement of torture. It was capable of destroying the living meat it was to be used on, and naked women made the perfect subjects for its heinous use.
Duke placed the glowing iron behind her raised buttock, and as he pressed it into her meat, her scream froze in her throat, allowing the men to hear the sizzle of the glowing iron as it burned its way deep into the strained muscle of her ass. Steam, smoke, and the aroma of cooking meat filled the air as Duke pressed the iron deeper, allowing it to burn its way right through to her hip bone. There was almost no blood around the incredible brand, because of the cauterizing action of the hot iron, which effectively sealed all of the blood vessels it encountered. There was no danger the branded bitch would bleed to death.
The smell of her cooked meat was similar to the aroma of roasting pork, and provided a pleasant scent to accompany the sights and sounds of the heinous bitch-branding. Duke replaced the big brand in the fire and took out another. The nude bitch was only half branded, and needed to be branded on her upper body as well to be properly identified. If she were seen naked but only from the front, a man might claim her as his own, not seeing the brand deep in her ass.
The second iron was the same size as the first, but was just the letter D. Duke moved around in front of the pretty young bitch to show her the red hot brand, then he aligned it with her right breast. This time her scream was manageable, and her throat produced harsh, shrill, piercing whistles as the brand sunk deep into her firm tit, pressing it flat, bulging the sides all around, as it burned and sizzled its way through the fatty meat until it reached and burned her ribs.
Mandy's eyes rolled in her head, and Duke had to slap her several times to keep her from swallowing her tongue. Should she do so, she would strangle herself to death before he was through with her. When the second iron was replaced in the fire, he pulled out the third, a six inch high H, and used it to place a brand on her left breast, as deep and painful as the one placed on her right boob.
She was now properly marked as the exclusive property of this incredible ranch retreat, the Devil's Haven. The marks were really meaningless as useful identification, as this cunt was not only the exclusive property of the wealthy ranchers, and had been for the past year, but everyone present knew that the pretty bitch would not live to see the next sunrise. These two brands were burnt so deep and the letters were so thick that they totally altered the appearance of the young schoolmarm's round mammaries. Mandy's right nipple was intact in the middle of the D, but her right had been completely burned away by the thick crossbar of the big H.
It was the burning and sealing of the burn by heat that provided the firmness so that the middle of the D on her right breast, burned right down to the ribs beneath her tit, did not flop down and distort the big letter. The brand was quite readable even from an angle, and even though it was placed on her melon shaped breasts rather than on a gentle curve such as the deep brand on her buttock. To complete the deep branding of the young lady, Duke took the first brand again and placed it on Mandy's belly, right over her navel.
Her flesh sizzled and smoked instantly on contact with the glowing metal. With a gentle pressure he allowed the brand to burn right through her bacon, until it emerged into the evacuated cavity of her abdomen. The middle fell out of the D, leaving a large hole, but the heinous brand was easily readable, even with her torso bent because of the way the bitch was hanging by the ropes tied around her one leg and her long blonde hair.
The men had to send out for more liquor before the game girl finally expired from the rigors of her ordeal of terror. Duke had made her tortuous execution one that the ranchers found to be both reasonable and satisfying punishment for the wanton murders she had committed. The little hussy had not only killed another one of their women out of her frustration and rage at her yearlong debasing confinement, but had also allowed herself to be manipulated into repeating her crime on a bitch she purported to be a friend, demonstrating no remorse.
Two wranglers were dispatched to retrieve Cassandra the next day. They found the dangling bitch asleep as she hung there by her tits on the long pole. She was glad to see them when they wakened her and cut her down. Her big breasts were temporarily distorted from their incredible ordeal, but she was otherwise fine. Her ass needed wiping, and there was a pile of her shit at the base of the pole that showed she had taken care of her fundamental needs. She took care of that herself by dragging her lowered crotch across clumps of dried prairie grass.
The carcasses of the four bitches she had shot had indeed been found by the prairie scavengers. The dead girl's organs had all been consumed, the succulent breasts eaten, some limbs had been chewed off and dragged away, and there were great gaps where the carrion had feasted on the tender meat of the lovely ladies hips and thighs.
The wranglers retrieved the chuck wagon's tongue pole to drag back to the ranch, and they departed. By the next day they were sure there would be little left of the decaying meat that now remained on the bitch bones they left behind. Although the evenings were cool, the days were now hot, and the scavengers would pick the bones clean while the human meat was still consumable.
One of the young women in the advanced stages of pregnancy went into labor the day the ranchers next visited their retreat. The men, all expert at calving, were interested in the process of women dropping their sprogs under trying conditions, and they tool every opportunity to make those conditions as trying as possible whenever a captive cunt reached term. It was a matter of making the most of the circumstances they had created with the founding of this private ranch retreat. Duke had her taken into the large dining room, where she was lifted into the air to hang upside down, with her ankles tied by ropes to a pair of high beams that were twelve feet apart.
When the young swelled-belly bitch was secured in position, her pregnancey-enlarged stomach pressed against her rib cage, her fat milk-bloated breasts dangled over her shoulders, and her lovely lean legs were spread wide, revealing her pink-lipped birthing hole. She was a ripe cow, and was about to drop her calf, in the most uncomfortable manner possible, being forced to push it upward to deliver it for the entertainment of her wealthy hosts.
The men were seated for their evening meal, and they dined as the wranglers worked on the suspended bitch. The wealthy ranchers were not at all disturbed when her sharp screams or loud moans interrupted their conversation. The calving cunt was the object of their attention most of the time, although their plans for the next day were also given due attention in their conversations.
The wranglers softened her up by punching her hugely swollen belly and torso while one of them planted his penis deep in her throat. The action was so compelling as they drove their fists into her big firm belly and her kidneys that the man fucking her squeezing throat ejaculated into her stomach. His stout penis was still spurting his thick jism as he withdrew from her, and he pumped the remaining gobs of his spewing sperm onto her eyes and into her inverted nose.
When another man had taken his place in her throat, the brutal bitch beating continued. The men did not let up until the screaming bitch's cunt started to dribble pinkish water. This development announced that her birthing process was well under way. The wranglers retreated, and left the inverted bitch to her own devices. She was left to go through the difficult ordeal of giving birth while she hung upside down, with an interested audience of me to watch.
It did not go well. To begin with, instead of a head spreading the lips of her battered cunt, it was a pair of little feet. She was having a breech birth. The infant was emerging the wrong way. This was serious, as it was in danger of strangling on the umbilical cord. The up side of the accident was that the men would learn the gender of the human calf sooner.
While she had the energy, the woman was able to twist and move considerably. She was able to reach the emerging legs of the infant with her hands, although she could not see it over her enormous belly. She grabbed the little legs and began to pull. From the energy and lack of care she put into her efforts, it was clear she had no interest in keeping the infant: her only concern was to get it out of her womb, and to be rid of it.
The twenty men seated around the large dining table did nothing to assist her. They were there to watch her do the difficult deed herself. She was making some progress, but it soon became clear that she was not going to be able to get the infant out completely. As she pulled and twisted the infant's legs, the young mother managed to work its hips out of her womb. Within moments, the watching ranchers saw that she was bearing a little girl. When the infant's hips passed the grip of the mouth of her vagina, the organ began to tighten. Her body was acting as if the infant had passed from it, and was beginning the restoration of the enormously stretched female organ.
The squeezing force and her pulling ability at that severe angle were not enough to overcome gravity and the tightening grip of her retracting cunt. Also, the young mother was weakening with the struggle that engaged her, and the effort and strain required in delivery of a baby. This was not an easy task at the best of times, and the men had made it virtually impossible to complete, under these trying circumstances.
The infant's progress through the tortured birthing chute had virtually stopped, and with the womb tightened around its mid-section, the chances of its wider rib cage ever emerging was becoming less likely. However, the squeezing of the womb on its waist made the little infant begin a remarkable froglike kicking action, which the men found highly entertaining. It revealed the thick fold of its immature little female sex organ, and the never-used mouth of its little shit chute. The baby was a fighter.
The men began to lose interest as the pretty young mother lost the ability to struggle, and Duke got up and took a cavalry sword down from the mantle. It was an ornate weapon he had taken from a Yankee officer he had killed during the Civil War. He pulled a step ladder over beside the dangling mother, and pulled the sword from its scabbard. The long blade was bright, and was beautifully engraved along its entire length. The hilt of the weapon was very ornate, and the handle was wrapped in a tight weave of fine leather.
Duke stepped up two rungs of the ladder, and then set the tip of the sword into the thick slot of the half-born infant's little slit of a vagina. He worked the tip around in the tiny female opening until it was seated in the grip of her tiny sheath. Duke was going to make sure the infant girl tasted a male weapon in her fuck slot before she took her first breath, and before she died. The little female sprog was not yet fully born, but she was not going to die a virgin.
The men were impressed with his strength as Duke pressed the sword downward into the tiny torso of the half-emerged baby girl. He continued the steady pressure, and drove the weapon into the little blood-leaking vagina so that it passed smoothly through the child and into the belly of the mother. He did not stop until the ornate hilt of the ceremonial weapon was kissed by the child's little pussy.
The men applauded as they saw that the tip of the blade had emerged at the juncture of the mother's collar bones, and had slit open her throat. They were enjoying their coffee and cake as they heard her death rattle, and were satisfied with the occasion as the birthing bitch and the sprog stuck in her womb expired.
Her beating, her whipping, and her birthing struggles had been entertaining, but the bitch did not have the stamina to see the event through to conclusion. Some of the events had more spectacular endings than others, and this one simply ran down with the expiry of both the mother and her half-born infant.
The wranglers had captured four wild mustangs, horses that had no recent history of domestication in their gene pool. Neither these rugged unmanageable horses nor their recent ancestors had ever been ridden. They were big, skittish, and very hostile to humans. They were therefore the perfect mounts for a bucking bronco contest, using some of the city girls with little riding experience as competitors.
Duke had got the idea watching Cassandra out on the prairie, masturbating herself on the saddle horn. He had thought of whipping her horse into bucking while her cunt was impaled on the curved broad horn, but had passed on the idea because he had not wanted to kill her quite yet, and that would have been an experience she would unlikely survive.
A few days after the men had returned from that expedition, he had the men make up thick girdle straps for the horses, a foot wide. To these, firmly attached by a thick backing pad of leather, were bolted two inch thick and eighteen inch long round posts, with heads carved on the end so that they had the shape of over-sized penises. The way they did not resemble the human penis was with the affixed inch-long spikes, that sloped toward the base. When these unusual straps were in place on the big steeds, the posts stood up in the center of the horse's back, positioned to take the place of a saddle.
The spikes were placed along the shaft of the penis-like post so they would spread the woman's cunt but allow the heinous dildo to slide up into her, under her own weight. They would make sliding off quite a different matter. Although not enough to totally prevent removal with sufficient force, they ensured she would stay seated during preliminary bucks, and would do terrible damage inside her before ripping free of her vaginal grip.
A set of sloped benches built by the harness maker were placed near the corral. They were of simple and sturdy construction, but were too high for a normal bench, with the apparently useless slope to them, as one end was higher than the other. Four teenage girls and another four mature women, all stark naked and all with very large breasts, were brought over to the corral from their stalls in the bitch barn.
The nude women and girls were curious at the strange benches, but were more concerned at the sight of the wild horses inside the corral. The skittish horses were being held by a pair of ropes around their necks, with two wranglers on each rope. The naked females were particularly shocked at the sight of the spiked posts standing up from the backs of the wild animals. They recognized immediately the potential for extreme internal damage these posts represented.
While the first animal was firmly held in place with ropes by half a dozen strong men, a naked nineteen year old girl with big pointed tits had ropes tied to each ankle was lifted over the animal, and her bare rectum was positioned over the upright spiked post. The ropes from her ankles were looped around the animal's forelegs, in such a way that they could be drawn tight and fixed with a single jerk on the end of the rope.
When all was ready, the girl was abruptly dropped, slamming down so that she sank suddenly onto the heinous post, which penetrated its full length into her colon. At the same instant, the two ropes attached to her ankles and the horse's forelegs were jerked tight, pulling her legs tight and holding her firmly down in place on the incredible impaling saddle. Then the large wild animal was released.
It was not by accident that wranglers often gave names like TNT and Dynamite to such animals. This one virtually exploded into the air as the men leaped backward to safety. The big beast twisted and arched its back while in the air, which jerked down hard on the helpless girl's legs, pulling her even further onto the spiked post on the animal's back. Her big tits flew outward from her chest and they slapped against her shoulders as she hit the top of the arch, then her full weight slammed her downward when the horse hit the ground. The murderous spikes on the dildo inside her were doing their worst, ripping at her with every move of the wild bucking bronco.
The other girls and women who had been brought out to the corral, presumably to be participants in the wild horse riding, were hysterical at the heartless brutality they were seeing, screaming at the top of their lungs at the raw violence. They knew that the bitches taken from the stables never returned, and they were sure that the helpless females might have been killed, but now they saw first hand how ruthless their murderous captors really were, and how bent the men were on their destruction. The wranglers gagged these waiting bitches, to contain their screams until they were needed.
Immediately its front hooves hit hard ground, the wild horse kicked its back legs high in the air, throwing the girl on its back upward, lifting her up several inches on the spiked dildo planted inside her. Only her bound legs kept her aboard the frantically bucking animal. The brutal effect of the spikes inside her were devastating to her colon, following perfectly the design intention. Not only was her shit tube being sliced to ribbons, but so was any other part of her intestines nearby.
The furious event caused her big breasts to flop wildly with the exaggerated movements of the wild horse. The beast kicked, twisted, jerked, stomped, and spun around in an endless random progression that had the nude girl strapped to its back flopping around like a limp rag doll. She pistoned up and down several inches on the long spiked dildo up her ass, with each rapid jolt of the wildly bucking horse, and her blood stained the animal's back and her buttocks and thighs as the violent action progressed. Only her shrill screams were under her own control: they were shrill, piercing, and continuous, broken only by her rapid desperate gasps for air.
The horse was still active when the girl's screams faded, until they became involuntary discharge from the lungs with the rugged bouncing, and it was clear that she was dead. Because the animal was still attempting to remove the rude rider, her body still flopped around on the back of the animal, bouncing obscenely. She was completely torn up inside now, so that the spiked post offered no support. Her torso flopped from the bucking beast's shoulders to its buttocks and back, flopping around loosely with each violent move of the animal. The ranchers drew their pistols, and used her as a moving target.
Their first attention went to her mammoth mammaries, which were so incredibly reactive to the slugs ripping through them. The big boobs were slammed out of shape with each impact, and they reverberated deliciously in waves with the aftershock. Her torso also bucked beautifully from the big slugs blasting into her. The men pumped more than fifty rounds into the naked bitch body, tiring of the profane sport only when the horse slowed down. Her head was less receptive to the big slugs from the 45's. Half a dozen direct hits completely removed it from her shoulders.
A pair of whisky bottles were passed around, and the ranchers decided to put the other three girls into the ring of the corral together. They sized the girls up, and then placed bets on which of them would die first, and which was likely to survive the longest. The contest would add a new level of interest to the incredibly violent blood-sport. Maintaining this secret ranch retreat was expensive, and the wealth cattlemen wanted full value for their investment. The other three girls had their gags ripped off, and their bare heels were fitted with vicious pronged spurs, strapped onto their feet and ankles.
The unwilling female riders were told the horses would stop if they kicked them hard enough. The panicked cunts screamed and kicked hysterically as they were all mounted on the posts on the backs of the remaining mustangs at the same time. This time there were no ropes used to bind their legs. They would all ride freestyle, which meant they were not only free to kick with the spiked spurs on their heels, but also could be bucked off the big wildly bucking stallions.
Because none of the city bitches was a competent rider, the only thing to hold them aboard their bucking mounts was the monstrous post driven deep into each girl's colon, held in place by the heinous spikes that dug into their inner entrails. These men had progressed far beyond spanking as sport. The animals bolted out into the corral, and the screaming nudes aboard them quickly got full benefit of the spiked posts inside them. Their arms, legs, heads and tits bounced wildly with each stunning jump of their wild mounts. As they pumped up and down on the vicious posts, blood gushed from their terribly damaged stuffed rectums.
The ranchers shouted encouragement to the mustangs, which provided full value with their efforts. The naked young women were inflamed inside, which disguised the incredible battering and bruising their bare buttocks were taking pounding against the pounding backs of the bucking broncos. All three of them managed to kick their spurs into the sides, shoulders and flanks of the mustangs, and the effect was exactly what the ranchers intended.
One of the mustangs went berserk with the slashes across its ribs from the kicking spurs, and when it leaped into the air, it twisted so violently that not only did the girl fall off and land hard on her back, but the beast came down on its side, landing with its heavy shoulder squarely on top of her. The results were catastrophic. Her neck bulged, her eyes popped from their sockets, her mouth was forced wide, and a trio of fat gut loops were forced out of her gaping mouth.
These wealthy ranchers played only the games that were for keeps. That was how they had won the West, and that was how they now played their incredible recreational games at this private ranch retreat. The same thing happened with the fallen girl's cunt, which was totally inverted from the incredible crushing pressure of taking the horse's entire weight. The wild mustang struggled to its feet, and immediately attacked the naked and broken bitch torso with its flashing hooves. The beast was intent on the total destruction of it attacker, and the crushing hooves quickly rendered the body of the girl unrecognizable.
The second girl to come off was thrown high in the air by her bucking mount, with the spikes on the post ripping out a length of her intestines through her ruined anus. The screaming bitch fell heavily in an upright position, and she broke both her legs in the hard landing. She rolled onto her belly, bulging her big tits against the hard dirt of the corral. As she landed, the other girl was thrown over the shoulder of the mustang, ripping her ass off the vicious spiked back post, and she came down face first. She reached out frantically with her arms while flying through the air, and broke them both as she hit the ground. She skidded to a stop on her knees and squashed mammaries, screaming, with her beautiful ass propped high in the air, and with blood spurting out of her damaged anus.
Like the other wild horse, the two remaining animals, their sides gashed by the vicious spurs, went after their fallen riders with a vengeance. Their hooves had not been shod with steel, so that it was a natural pounding the girls took, the way mother nature intended, with the bare kicking hooves of the wild mustangs battering and crushing the defenceless feminine bodies.
The girl with the broken legs lived the longest, as the wild horse that attacked her went after her lower section, smashing her legs and pelvis, which was not immediately fatal. She rolled over as the pounding hooves hammered at her, and in moments her belly was split open. What made her the winner of the competition was not skill or endurance, but that by chance the other girl sat up at just the wrong moment, and her head was kicked right off by the flying rear hooves of the wild mustang.
She won nothing but to live several seconds longer than the other two. The two ranchers who had placed bets on her won big, even though they were just some friendly bets. She sat up, and the flying rear hooves of her horse caught her big tits dead center, and the fat mammaries were squashed flat. The full boobs did nothing, however, to protect her from the full force of the kicking hooves. They broke through ten ribs, puncturing both her lungs, and her heart virtually exploded inside her. The beautiful bitch was dead before her damaged carcass hit the ground.
Now that the wild horses had been introduced to the charms of human females, Duke supplied the four mustangs with an opportunity to fully explore the sexual allure of women. The wranglers brought forward the four large and mature women, and laid them face up, one on each of the four sloped benches, with their buttocks propped on the low end. Their arms and legs were spread wide, and ropes from their ankles and wrists were staked firmly to the ground, holding them in place and keeping their legs spread wide.
This totally compromising position provided the large horses full access with their huge organs to the prone and bound women's inviting vulvas. The four lovely ladies were now lined up for a monstrous bestial fucking. To ready them to take in the monstrous penises of the wild horses, one of the wranglers carried a small hand mop designed for washing dishes, and a pail of steaming hot water from the kitchen.
He dipped the mop into the steaming hot water, then thrust it into the exposed cunt of each woman in line, and jerked it in and out a few times, masturbating the female sex organs to loosen them up for the equestrian invasion. A second wrangler carried a rag brought from the barn, where it had been freshly dampened in the vagina of a mare that was in full season. This would provide the scent that would get these wild stallions runting sufficiently to mount a female of another entirely different species.
When the bound naked women saw the wild horses being roped and brought into place in front of them, they realized with a sudden shock how serious their situation was: they were being set up for violent sex with these large wild animals. The only possibility was that they were going to be fucked to death. That, of course, was exactly what Duke intended for them.
The women's gags were removed, to allow them to vent their concern at the seriousness of their predicament. They had nothing to say, because they were too busy screaming in terror. They had seen the treatment the girls had received, and they knew that no better could be expected from these monstrous men. The skittish horses, still excited from the killing of the buxom teenagers, saw the large breasted women bound nude before them, with the pink fuck-slots fringed with dark curls presented between their spread legs.
The four wild mustangs smelled the aroma of the fresh menstrual mare-blood on these primate cunts, and understood their function perfectly. Their big pricks swelled out quickly to their full and impressive size. The big animals with their major organs swinging and dribbling between their legs were ready to get into these primate females.
Duke gave the wranglers the signal, and they moved the horses up over the pinned and spread bitches. The animals were no more cooperative even though they saw and understood what was being made available to them. They stomped their front legs over the women's stretched out legs, cutting them with their hooves. Then they surged over the bound bitches, stepping over their arms, so that their deep chests were over the big tits of the screaming women, and their long thick penises aligned with the four prepared steaming cunts.
The ropes were released once the animals began to thrust their big stiff dongs at the tender cunts of the women, as it was clear they were not going to be stopped from getting into the prone bitches. The wranglers wanted not to interfere with any damage the beasts might do to the slave women in the process of mounting them. The object of the sport was the destruction of the women by the wild horses, and a wild fuck to the death was how the horses would accomplish their task. There was no orderly approach to the sexual mounting of the women by the wild stallions.
These mustangs took what they wanted, and these primate cunts were laid out for the taking. These big mustangs were experienced studs, and were capable of getting their huge penises into whatever they wanted. Without any encouragement necessary, the horses pressed the heads of their big dongs against the perfectly positioned human vaginas. Large women had been purposefully selected for this bestial fornication activity, ladies whose wombs would be capable of at least admitting the penis heads for this monstrous bestial fucking. Renewed activity from the screamers announced the penetration of their organs, but the strange union of animal and human genitals had nothing to do with love.
The mustangs snorted with approval as the impossibly stuffed vaginas engulfed the upper third of their big pricks. This was not satisfaction the horses displayed, but dominance. Such a display was appropriate, as the mastered women felt completely dominated, and totally humiliated as well. They were keenly aware of the dozen wealthy ranchers and the two dozen wranglers watching them engage in utterly abnormal forced sex with the aggressive beasts.
One of the bound women had recognized her brother-in-law in the group of ranchers. He had seen her as well, but produced only a smirking grin at her nakedness, and showed no sign of wanting to help her. She had hated the man who had married her sister, and now she realized why. The gentleman she disliked so much was a heartless sadist. The worst for the ladies was about to come.
The stallions began to lurch their hips forward, painfully jamming their huge pricks deeper into the already stuffed female sex organs. The pounding the cunts took was incredible, but one by one they gave way, as the runting beasts managed to break through the pad at the back of the flesh sheath, driving their sex weapons right into the uterus of their human mount. The design of the sloping benches was ideal, for as the beasts gained further unnatural entry into the distressed ladies, the animals' chests pressed crushingly against the bitches' chests, protruding the big breasts obscenely out to the sides. These bulging boobs were under such pressure that they began to turn dark and maroon and to stretch impossibly. They were in clear danger of bursting under the incredible slowly increasing pressure. The status of the ladies' tits were of more interest to the watching men than to the runting horses.
The big beasts were relentless in their domination of the bitches they had mounted, and were continuing to deepen their entry as they thrust with devastating effect with their powerful hips. When fully engaged, the long stout horse penises were thrust through the women's internal tangle of intestines, and were painfully jamming against the violated ladies' kidneys. These large internal organs were taking a painful and momentous pounding from the thrusting horse cocks. And the worst was still yet to come.
The ropes holding the women's arms were released now that the horses had gained full entry. The bitches could do little but pound with their fists against the sides of the big stallions, but the visual effect was more pleasing with this added action. Most of the men had their penises out of their pants, and were now openly masturbating at the sight of the murderous bestial rapes of the lovely women.
Large heavy bullwhips were now engaged by the wranglers, and the men laid the heavy leather across the asses of the grinding horses, being careful to strike the women as well wherever possible. This attack caused the beasts to jerk their hips forward with greater power and intensity, and as the whipping continued, it soon produced the desired results. The female sex organs, stretched to the limit, began to fail, ripping open right up through the clit. The horses were now plowing a fresh furrow, and as the vicious whipping of their rumps continued, the incredible action began to rip open the ladies bellies.
At the same time, bulging tits began to pop like balloons under the extraordinary pressure. The mounted women were taking the most remarkable deep gut fucking, and yet they somehow managed to keep up the shrill chorus of hysterical screams. These ladies were being treated to a foretaste of hell. This was the wild west at its worst, or best, and the men were enjoying every moment of it. Their captive cunts were providing the entertainment they had been brought here to deliver, and were all putting their hearts into it.
The animal fucking show was incredible. And the worst was about to happen. The bullwhips found the big swinging testicles of the wild mustangs with deadly accuracy, and the animals now truly displayed their wildness. The beasts bucked with such force that their big pricks ripped open the tight bellies and thrust up between the lungs of the ladies entertaining them, then with several more lunges, plunged right up through the throats and out the gaping mouths of the four unfortunate women.
Both the men and the stallions ejaculated with this startling but predictable conclusion to the remarkable event. The men shot their spunk onto the ground as they watched the stallions' big cum-spurting pricks sticking six inches out of the stretched open mouths of the impaled women. It was a very satisfying sight to end the remarkable event.
This was the kind of serious action the men had built this ranch retreat for, and they were happy with how well their hobby project was working. They paid the young wranglers well, and the hired hands did much less work than they would on a regular beef ranch. As a perk for enduring the gore and messy side of the job, which was part of any ranch life, these boys got to play stud to the ladies as often as they liked, and as long as they did no lasting physical damage, they were allowed to mistreat, abuse, and hurt the bitches as much as they liked.
Leaving the wranglers to dismount the wild horses from the human female victims they had fucked to death, the wealthy ranchers returned to the ranch house for dinner. They also took the opportunity to discuss the events they would stage for the next weekend of deadly sexual violence. The special events at the ranch were being taken to new levels of debauchery, with fresh horrors and exciting climaxes planned for their captive female guests.
It was the afternoon range patrol that picked up the pair of riders, who were following the trail of wagons that had returned recently from the long journey to the city, and had brought back a fresh supply of bitch stock. The pair were tired from a long day on the trail and were easily surprised. The man was of no value to them, and was killed on the spot. The wranglers brought the female in, as they thought the ranchers who owned Devil's Haven might be interested in the attractive young woman.
The ranchers were having fun in the corral with a pair of large wild bulls and several buxom women, training the valuable beasts to gore the screaming cunts with their long sharp horns. Cassandra was in the corral on horseback. She was again helping the men, working against her fellow-captives. This time she was using a large bullwhip to keep the terrified naked women who could still stand from climbing the fences.
The pack of nude ladies being used in this afternoon sport were not faring well. They were being chased around the enclosure, and when caught were severely gored by the long thrusting horns of angered bulls. Two of the bitches were down, one was being dragged, with a pair of curved horns impaling her big tits, and two more were being trampled to death when the patrol returned with their female guest.
Before they got to the corral, one of the ranchers went to meet the returning riders, diverting them before their guest could fully grasp the horror taking place in the large enclosure. He told the wranglers to take the beautiful young lady into the big ranch house, make her comfortable, and bring her to the dining room after dinner. He returned to enjoy the sexual violence in the corral, just in time to see a bull hit a perfect bull's-eye with his horn, driving it deep into the cunt of a screaming woman who was falling over backward, her legs spread, as the bull hit her. The powerful beast drove its long curved horn into her to the hilt, with the tip ripping out through her belly just to the right of her navel. Raising its head, the bull lifted her high in the air with its powerful neck.
The wrangler did as he was bid, and took his new captive toward the large ranch house. They were not close enough to the corral to see all of the gory details, but it was clear to the young lady that something terrible was going on in the enclosure, and her face was ashen white with shock at the incredible bestial violence she was sure was taking place.
Cassandra was escorted into the dinning room as soon as the men had completed their evening meal. She brought with her the handicraft she had been working on while the men had eaten. She had cut cunts that had not been damaged from the women killed by the bulls in the corral that afternoon, and had used the female sex organs to decorate the shaft of an Indian spear she had found out on the plains.
Her design was simple. She had thrust the head of the spear into the rear of the severed female organs, and then had thrust it right through, so that the sharpened stone head emerged through the front of each detached cunt. There were seven of the amputated pussies mounted on the long spear shaft, and as she held it, drops of blood from the bizarre prizes trickled onto her closed fist. Cassandra was clearly proud of her outrageous creation. Everything she did now was to please the men, and she had learned well their excessive tastes.
The men were enjoying the sass of their cheeky prize. She stood nearly naked in her boots, chaps, vest and hat. She also wore a bandana around her neck. The beautiful bitch was otherwise naked, with her own cunt and full breasts on open display. There was no dignity left in this nineteen year old bitch any more, she was now fully focused on the degradation she could create with the barbarous treatment of the other female slaves.
At that moment two of the wranglers brought in the young woman who had ridden too close to their camp. They lifted the girl up onto the table. "Let's have a look at you, cunt!" one of the ranchers said, and they reached up and began pulling off her clothing. She had a beautiful figure, with large breasts and a slender waist. This fact became even more apparent as each article of clothing was ripped off her.
When she wore only an undershirt and her boots, Duke leaned forward and jerked the last remnant of her clothing off the young woman, revealing a startling jagged scar that ran from the bush above her love nest upward across her stomach and between her breasts to her throat. Duke looked up at her face and for the first time the two made eye contact. The girl screamed and Duke gave a startled laugh.
"By God, its the girl I left for dead hanging on that cactus up the draw last year! I left you gutted! How the fuck did your survive?"
"Willy!" This time it was Cassandra who made the outburst. "Oh God! Willamina is my little sister. How did you ever get here?"
"Cassandra!" Willamina shouted. "I've been searching for you ever since you disappeared. We were sure something awful had happened to you. Then this terrible man nearly killed me with his whip! Why are you here? Why are you naked? What are you holding? What is the scandalous place?"
Cassandra dropped her spear, and leaped up onto the table to embrace her sister. "God, Willy, its been more than a year," she sobbed, and the two sisters bawled like calves separated from their mothers. Its so good to see you. What happened to your belly?"
That awful man tied me to a big cactus, she said, looking at Duke, "and he whipped me terribly. His awful whip actually split me open."
"What I'd like to know is how you survived it," Duke said.
"A prospector saw me, he watched you do the whole thing. He had some wire he used to sew my tummy closed. He looked after me for a whole month in his cave. He saved my life, no thanks to you! He saw everything, and promised me if he ever found you he'll kill you!"
Duke knew that although it had been nearly a year since the actual event, the prospector was most likely still using that cave. There were few possibilities for its location, and that very draw was the most likely spot. The prospector most certainly made hollow promises to calm and impress the girl, but he would never follow through. Duke was more concerned that he could be identified. The man was unlikely to know who the girl's attackers had been, but to be certain, he immediately dispatched two of the wranglers who had been with him at the time to find and kill the man. There was no sense in leaving loose ends dangling. A dead man made a poor witness.
Duke unfurled his whip, and with the expertise born of years of woman whipping, brought the tip snapping up between the legs of the embracing girls, striking the delicate cuntmeat of both bitches with an explosive snap. Both of them leaped in the air screaming.
"Get off the table, cunt!" he commanded, and without hesitation Cassandra bounded to the floor. Her sister stood on the rustic wooden table, naked, shaking with horror and dread. She had experienced that man's punishing talent with a whip while seeking out her lost sister, and now had found herself in his terrible power once more.
"That spear of yours is a nice fit for severed cunts," he said to Cassandra. "Let's see how it does in a vagina still in use by its owner." Cassandra quivered noticeably, recognizing the terrible thing Duke was asking of her. He was putting her to the test, to measure the depth of her debauchery.
Willamina also understood, and began screaming uncontrollably. She pissed herself as she stood, shaking with terror. She looked at her sister, and saw in her face the changes the last year had brought to the young woman. Two wranglers grabbed her, pulled her off the table, and held her belly-down along the back of a sofa, perfectly positioned for total impalement.
"Make your sister Willy into a pig-on-a-stick," Duke said, "Put the spear into her up through her cunt." Cassandra hesitated only for an instant, then she obediently picked up her decorated Indian spear. She was not looking forward with relish to following her masters' orders. These ranchers owned her, and she had no choice but to follow their commands. She recognized her standing as a slave, and that her enslavement meant her total obedience to their every wish, no matter how much she was personally distressed by what they required of her.
The head of the weapon was eight inches long and nearly three inches wide at the base. It was made of chiseled flint, and had sharp wavy edges. She knew she had the strength to shove it up the full length of a woman's torso, but to do so now meant losing a sister by her own hand. This was not a game, it was a case of straight out murder. Sister murder.
Cassandra thought to herself what an evil man Duke was, and as she did she felt a knot of raw excitement growing in her gut, and a moist heat filling her stinging vagina. They were going to make her kill her own sister, who had also been her only close friend ever. Duke knew that this was a horrific thing to make her do, and he also knew that she was unable to resist his command. She was a total sex slave, and was not allowed to have a will of her own.
Because the men wanted it, she had no choice. As victim herself, she felt free of responsibility. This was a heinous crime she was about to commit, and it could never be her fault. She was free of blame, free to enjoy the daring act. She had no choice, because she was their slave. This was so exciting she thought she would die.
With Willamina lying flat along the ridge of the back of the sofa, with one leg on the bench and the other dangling to the floor, both her anus in its secret hollow and her vagina splitting her pubic mound were fully exposed. Cassandra lifted the spear with its fleshy decorations, and pointed the large stone head at the naked crotch of her sister. She gently poked the tip against the sensitive skin of the puckered rectum, drawing screams of horror from Willy.
The men laughed at the prone girl, her big tits spread over the back of the couch. She twisted in her agony of embarrassment and humiliation, and at the sting of the sharp tip of the spear probing at her little bum hole, causing the weapon to scratch her anus. When Cassandra was satisfied she had pleased the men with this corrupt teasing of her younger sister, she lowered the tip to the generous folds of Willy's pretty cunt, as Duke had proposed.
The outer lips of the pretty pussy were puffed like a decent sex mound should be when the woman is in heat. The men could see the scaring around the exposed clit where the female sex organ had been split wide open a year before by Duke's infamous woman-whip. The outer labia of the beautiful cunt was spread to expose the generous inner pink lips that folded outward, revealing the round bright pink gap that was designed to stretch to take into itself a probing male organ. Now it was a large stone spear head that was probing at the vestibule of her private portal and seeking entry, handled by her sister.
Cassandra moved the tip around the inner edges of the cunt lips, warming the female organ to prepare it for the main thrust. She watched carefully for signs of reception, and as Willy's slit moistened, she saw the girl begin to gently though involuntarily hump her hips, even as she was being totally humiliated for the entertainment of the wealthy ranchers.
At the instant she felt her younger sister had reached full arousal from the stimulation to her genitals, she suddenly thrust on the stout spear shaft, and the entire large stone head of the weapon of war was abruptly engulfed in the fleshy slot. Willamina's scream was shrill and piercing. The men holding her had to use their entire weight to keep the struggling bitch from rolling off the back of the couch as she pitched and twisted in her distress and humiliation. Her movement caused the sharpened stone head to scrape against the delicate walls of her womb, increasing her discomfort with shots of pain.
Cassandra moved the large stone head around inside the girl's gripping fuck-sheath, giving her sister the full sense of her power over her. Then she thrust again, this time applying all her strength, driving the sharp edged flint through the tiny mouth of Willy's rubbery cervix and deep into her uterus. Now the large spear head was not just scraping her, but was also stabbing the meat of the pinned bitch's internal reproductive organ. The tender flesh was sliced deeply by both edges, sending bolts of searing pain coursing through the naked girl's tensed torso and kicking legs.
Duke saw Cassandra watching him, with a look of anguish on her face. If she were allowed to stop this now, her sister would not be killed by the abuse. Cassandra knew better than that. She realized with resignation that she would not be permitted to stop short of completely impaling her sister for the entertainment of these powerful men. No form of mercy was ever permitted at Devil's Haven.
Now that the spear was firmly embedded in the torso of the naked girl, Duke allowed Cassandra to release the shaft, and it stood out boldly from the invaded female organ. The severed cunts on the rude pole made a stark contrast to the living cunt gripping the wood behind the spear's stone head. The girl was a truly obscene object as she lay panting from the extreme distress the men caused her.
Cassandra was instructed to climb aboard her sister, as if she were riding a horse. Duke opened a hand-tooled leather case that contained a matched pair of beautiful long bladed dueling knives. The narrow blades were a full twelve inches long, and were sharp on both edges. Cassandra took them from him, admiring their fine steel and ornate handles.
She was not sure what she was to do with them, but was certain that whatever it was, it would not go well for her sister. Cassandra moved the twin blades before her sister's face, so that Willy had a full sense of what was about to happen. It was just that neither bitch knew exactly when or where.
Willy tried desperately and unsuccessfully to buck her older sister off her back. Cassandra's weight was just too much for her. She was an impressive creature, with the spear sticking out of her cunt and her breasts bulging severely with the spread and the weight being applied to them.
Her magnificent boobs had survived Duke's whipping of a year ago, although the scars left by the heinous bitch-whipping weapon were deep and permanent. Duke saw that Cassandra's cunt was starting to work up a foam where it was pressed against her sister's bare back, a certain sign that she was nearly ready for the monstrous act he would require of her. He flicked his whip at her, slapping her naked breasts with it to remind her of her subjugation to him.
"Bury the blades in Willy's big boobs!" he commanded her. Cassandra lifted the blades out to the sides. Her brief hesitation appeared to be more for effect than a sign of disobedience. Then she drove them downward and into the big bulging mammaries of her young sister. The sixteen year old Willy's eyes bulged in shock and disbelief at what her sister had just done to her. The monstrous knives had stabbed right into her bulging tits, and the long double-edged blades had been driven right through her marvelous boobs so that the points scraped against each other. Her sister had just ruined her, top and bottom.
Cassandra leaped off her human mount and once more grabbed the stout shaft of the spear. If she was going to do this monstrous deed, she would have to do it now, while she had the resolve. With all her might, she began heaving on the impaling spear shaft, and with each effort, the large deadly weapon advanced a few inches deeper into the torso of her sister.
Now unrestrained, Willy flopped off the back of the sofa onto the floor, and rolled onto her back. She raised her pelvis to reduce the agony of the stout shaft which was gaining greater depth with each powerful lunge by her older sister. She attempted to grab the handles of the knives impaling her breasts, but she needed her arms to brace herself against the terrible lunging of the spear.
Willy tried to roll onto her side, lifting her hip as the barbarous spear was shoved deeper into her through her cunt. She used the gripping power of her sex organ to try to stop the entry, but the cock-holster was no match for the strength of her determined sister. Cassandra was now bent on completing the heinous murder of her sister as quickly as possible, and her determination paid off as the stone head of the Indian spear plunged between Willy's lungs and drove into her throat, constricting her breathing.
Cassandra used all her might to force the weapon up through the gagging young lady's throat. She knew the ranchers would not be satisfied until she had driven the head right out through Willy's gaping mouth, and that is exactly what she did. With a resounding cheer, the men greeted the missing spear head as it emerged between Willy's spread lips, and with a final thrust stood out a full foot from her spread mouth. She had done it. She had actually killed her own sister!
When the odious task of impalement was finally completed, Cassandra sat down hard, shaking, her head bowed, and sobbed. She had never had such an emotional rush in her life, and it was more than she could handle. Duke had other ideas. He lashed her with his whip, forcing her back onto the impaled carcass of her young sister.
"We don't need the bitch's body, and those cunts you used on the spear shaft were silly, but why don't you cut off the head of the impaled bitch, and leave that on the spear as a decoration." Cassandra felt a wave of revulsion, but without hesitation she obediently drew the twin blades out of Willy's big breasts, and used them to slice off her dead younger sister's head.
Physically, the task was not too bad. It reminded her of the wet part of slaughtering pigs. All of the blood would wash off later, and it was just part of the animal. Now that she was dead, Willy was nothing more than the body of an animal, and Cassandra managed to do as she was bid, almost as if to do so caused her no particular distress.
When she had finished the heinous task, she was surprised at how easy it was to pull the carcass off the shaft, lubricated by the gore and blood, leaving the head with its grinning mouth gripping the pole of the Indian spear as a decoration. She had to agree that the head made a far more interesting adornment than those silly severed cunts had been.
Cassandra took up the obscene spear and struck a vulgar pose with it, thrusting her pelvis to better display her vagina, as she knew was expected of her. She looked at the large group of wealth and sadistic men sitting and enjoying their after-dinner drinks, admiring her profane arrogance. She realized that somehow their admiration gave her a kind of power, as backward as it was.
She was their slave, and she did their obscene bidding, but by doing as they asked, and by being beautiful, brazen, and sexually outrageous, she realized she was able to drive their sadistic engines, to make them get the most out of their enormous investment in this operation. This purpose which she filled so well for the men made her feel complete as a woman, useful in life, and somehow free. Her upbringing in the American West, her education in St. Lewis, and her full year of experience here at the Devil's Haven Ranch had instilled in her a clear understanding of the true place of women in the general scheme of things.
She was a cunt, and somehow because of it she was nearly as valued as were the beef cattle upon which these powerful men had built their sizable fortunes. Cassandra was a Queen of the West and, at the moment, she seemed to be interesting to the men who owned her. She displayed an impudent smile that was frozen on her face, but a tear trickled down her cheek as she realized the terrible price she paid for this freedom.
She knew the true value of human bitch meat at this bizarre ranch retreat. Cunts were admired for their brass and how well they died, and for little more. None of the men sitting around this room valued her any more than they did the gore and the headless carcass on the floor that had moments before been her beautiful young sister.
She was fully aware that it was only her impudent sexually brazen behavior, and her willingness to participate in the most debasing acts of wanton carnal debauchery, that allowed her to live through each new day. Her cunt and her total lack of moral restraints gave her the only value she had. She also realized that it would take only a whim of Duke's, or any of the other wealth and sadistic ranch owners, and she would pay the ultimate price for that final freedom. Cassandra was a sex slave, and was destined to become nothing more. She knew also that she could easily become much less.
Gina had been Cassandra's history professor last year at the State University in St. Louis. Her lectures were always interesting, and often dealt with various forms of cruelty around the world. Cassandra had found that odd, but was intrigued with many of the bizarre things she heard. Clearly the woman was an expert, and had a curious level of interest in the more outlandish kinds of human behavior. This made her lectures very popular with some of her students. Cassandra was one of these.
Gina was a big woman, with a slender waist and full breasts and hips, which was fashionable at the time. Gina had always appeared somewhat prudish, with her hair always done up in a tight bun, and she wore spectacles that gave her an owlish look, very pretty while very intelligent. Cassandra had always looked up to her, so she was more than surprised when one evening as she was serving the men at their evening meal, she saw the female professor sitting at table with the men, as a guest of one of the ranchers.
Duke had learned of the gorgeous woman's interest in degrading debauchery from his friend, the madam of the bordello his men frequented when in St. Lewis. Gina was a regular customer of the bordello, who delighted in abusing girls the age of her students. She was in her mid-thirties, and had taken good care of herself. Her large tanned breasts stood proudly on her chest, as she revealed with her white blouse under her open black vest unbuttoned down to the belt line, exposing most of an admirable cleavage.
Gina did not particularly notice and did not recognize her past student immediately, as Cassandra was just one of more than twenty girls assigned to serving duties that evening. All of the serving girls wore special toe shoes, with rigid bent soles which forced them to walk in an extremely uncomfortable position on their tip toes, not unlike ballet dancers. Their only other costume was feather headgear, and little tutu skirts around their waists, which did nothing to cover their sexual charms. Their hair and been pulled back and done into tight braids which were rolled around their heads, supporting the feathers.
The girls had been trained by one of the slaves, who was a dancer, to walk right up on their tip toes, which was difficult, but very appealing to the large assemblage of diners. The girls had to walk with their knees spread, as they brought to the table large meaty beef ribs stuck into their vaginas, protruding like obscene cooked male erections.
The centerpiece on the large polished oak table was a naked slave girl. She was kneeling on the table face down, with her chest pressed against the table and her ass propped high in the air. Her elbows and knees were strapped to steel hoops in the table, holding her firmly in place.
The attractive slave had a thick beeswax candle protruding from her anus. It was lighted, and its hot wax dripped down between her buttocks and across the tender meat of her young cunt. The big candle had been burning for more than an hour, and the dripping wax had run down and was crusted on her tummy and across the base of her bulging tits. She was sobbing softly with the humiliation, and emitting sharp squeaks with the sudden stabs of pain from the hot wax.
As the candle burned, the wick grew closer to the kneeling teenager's spread buttocks, and Cassandra watched in fascination as its glow lighted the delicate meat of her tightly stretched anus. Only Cassandra and a few of the other slave girls who had been present when Duke had loaded the candle into the girl knew that the candle was built around a small explosive charge that had been thrust deep into her colon.
The tiny stick of dynamite was just large enough to make mincemeat of the young girl's intestines without blowing her entirely apart. It was intended that she would surprise the men as she violently and suddenly died. If it worked as planned, she would bulge at the waist and perhaps spray blood from her anus and vagina, without the inconvenience of spreading her viscera all over the room.
As Cassandra approached the table, walking with the new and still slightly awkward skill she had learned in the bizarre though minimal toe shoes, the girl in front of her stopped at the man who had brought Gina. Cassandra blanched as she realized she would have to serve her ex-professor herself.
There was no way out of it. Like the other girls did, she turned her back to the table and leaned back on it. Then she pulled herself back, sliding her bare buttocks up onto the polished oak, lifting her shapely legs so that she could get to her feet on the table. That was a trick in these remarkable shoes, but the girls had all practised it during the afternoon, and within a moment all of them were standing on the table, legs spread and pelvis rotated, in front of the guest they were to serve with their offered cunts.
The next part of the performance was tricky. All of the girls had to squat down to present the large curved barbecued beef rib in their cunts to the guest. Cassandra was more athletic than most of the other girls, and she managed to get right down with her knees spread wide and her stuffed vulva thrust forward.
The eager diners were much too interested in the firmly packed female sex organs, dripping warm thick gravy and barbecue sauce, to notice faces. Gina was no different. She leaned forward with her mouth open, her lips curled, and dug her teeth into the ample cooked meat on the big bone sticking out of Cassandra's packed cunt.
The diners put off using their hands for as long as possible, but at last, when they had picked the exposed bone clean, they pulled the remaining eight inches of rib out of the slave women's cunts. When they had picked the bones clean of meat, they began licking the gravy and meat sauce off and out of the cunts before them. When Gina got her tongue over and around the erect clit before her, Cassandra nearly went wild with passion.
She thrust her naked sex organ against the open mouth of the educated woman, taking what pleasure she could before the game turned brutal, as she was certain it would, and she was ready when the beautiful guest dug her teeth deep into the meat of her lust-gorged cuntlips. The slave girls were at first squealing in delight as their cunts were serviced, then screaming in pain as the vicious teeth went to work on their vulnerable sex organs.
This game was not intended to be pleasurable for the slave girls, and the diners made certain it was not. To take her mind off the stabs of pain as the chomping teeth mashed her tender cuntlips, Cassandra watched the candle burning closer to the rectal flesh of the teenager in the center of the large oak table.
By now the candle's wick was within an inch of the teenager's tightly stretched flesh ring, and the light the dancing yellow flame produced caused the translucent woman meat to glow. The teenage girl was feeling the direct heat of the flame by now, and her moaning quickly progressed to sharp squeals of agony, joining those of the slave girls who were having their cuntlips tenderized by the teeth of the diners.
Cassandra squeezed her eyes tightly closed to control the pain that seared from her own bothered cunt, firmly gripped in the mouth of the beautiful expert on world history. This woman knew more about the ingenious methods used around the world for the torture of captive females. For some reason, the scholar had made the history of female torture her specialty. She clearly knew how to hurt the vagina. Now Cassandra was paying the price of the woman's unusual knowledge.
When Cassandra opened her eyes again, she saw that the teenage human candelabra's stretched rectum was now beginning to blister from the heat of the flame, which was now less than half an inch from the glowing pink flesh. Her flesh slowly sizzled, as if it were cooking, and Cassandra realized that was exactly what was happening. The young girl's body fat was melting from the heat, and had reached the boiling point. She wondered if it would actually reach the flash point.
Now the girl was screaming harshly with all her might as the pain from her burning anus reached and overloaded her brain. The diners watched her with interest as the straining girl's blistered and blackened rectum did as Cassandra had wondered about: her anus really burst into flame, as her own melted fat caught fire.
This spontaneous combustion of a human body was a rare sight to see, and it caused all of the guests to watch with interest, giving the slave girls some brief relief from the torture being applied to their luscious cunts. All of the guest were watching her agony and burning rectum when the explosive charge went off inside the lovely young girl, bulging her slender waist. The internal blast ripped apart the girl's colon and large intestine, and destroyed her bladder and uterus, while severely damaging her kidneys.
Blood spurted out from her ruptured rectum and sprayed the backs of three of the slave girls, who shielded the diners facing them. The unfortunate teenager slumped almost immediately, killed instantly by the ferocity and resulting damage of the heinous explosive device that had been planted inside her.
Cassandra had jerked her hips back as the explosion hit inside the teenager, and she ripped her cuntlips out of the teeth of the woman licking her vagina while chewing the tender organ lips. The woman looked up at her face for the first time, angry at the impudent move by the cooperative sex slave, and was startled to see her ex-pupil. Duke noticed the look of recognition between the two, and made a mental note. Gina grinned with pleasure and excitement, then she grabbed Cassandra's hips and pulled the beautiful young slave-woman's cunt back to her face. She dug her teeth into the sensitized flesh petals, biting so hard that she broke the skin and caused the beautiful female sex organ to bleed.
The familiar-looking young slave girl startled Gina by pressing her naked groin against her face, aggressively meeting the challenge to the point of cunt-smothering the sadistic woman. Gina leapt to her feet, angry at the impudence of the naked sex-slave. Cassandra stood up her full height, now towering over the woman from her position on the table.
"This insolent cunt needs a lesson," Gina said, "Get me a whip!"
"That's a fine idea," Duke replied, "Let's have a pair of woman-flesh whips!"
One of the wranglers brought a pair of Duke's infamous Gypsy-made woman whips, including the one that had the female organ as a handle. Gina was somewhat taken aback at the suggestion that two whips were needed. It was inconceivable that her host would allow a slave girl to use a whip on a guest. This was such a bizarre ranch that she realized almost anything was possible, particularly now that she was acutely aware of being the only female who was not a slave.
She was also startled at the sight of the incredible weapons. From the cunt handle with its puff of pubic hair, she saw immediately that the whips were fashioned from fine human leather. Bitch leather. These were Duke's infamous Gypsy whips, that were such effective tools on the meat of naked women.
"You are a guest at our ranch retreat, and you have damaged one of our stock, Duke said. "Look at that comely cunt bleed! I think we are entitled to a fair contest, to see who punishes who with these whips. Get the new bitch ready, boys!"
Gina looked like she was numb with shock, which was probably true. A pair of wranglers grasped Gina and began ripping her clothes off. She screamed and struggled, but to little avail. She had been brought to the Devil's Haven as a guest, but only as a ruse to get her here without a struggle. The cattle rancher who had selected her had done so only to see her used as an entertainment object, and now that she was in their control, it was time for her to produce. Her fully revealed figure was even better than the partial exposure afforded by her clothing had promised.
Gina had perfect skin, tanned and supple, which made her total nakedness appear to be perfectly natural. She was not at all used to being forced to parade naked in front of a group of men, not to being required to perform indecently for them. She felt disgusted with the man who had brought her here with sweet promises of sexual debauchery beyond her wildest imagining. This private retreat had turned out to be all he had promised and more, but the headstrong woman had not anticipated she would become part of the entertainment.
Now the men were turning their attention to her in a way that caused her to feel both anger and disgrace. She was stark naked, wearing only her glasses. She was used to being treated as a sex object at the University, but there she used her sexuality to get her way, and then took out her aggression through the sessions of sadism at the bordello.
Here she was not in control. At the university she had endured the pinches to her bottom that were common in the office area, and had slept with the right people to advance to her position, but she had never before been openly ogled by a group of strange men while forced to stand stark naked before them. It was one thing for a female student to be subjected to this kind of treatment, but not a professor. The humiliation was unbearable, and her feeling of helpless frustration was causing her anger to grow. She had a terrible temper, and was known for making students severely suffer because of it.
Gina was fitted with a pair of the foot-bending shoes the other slave girls were wearing. When she was lifted up onto the long table, she surprised the men by appearing to be under control in the startling footwear, with no practice. The severe bending of her foot, forcing her to walk on her toes, caused her legs to appear much longer and sexier, and even forced her chest to tilt so that her remarkable breasts thrust outward with a defiant jutting action, which became quickly more pronounced when she moved.
She stood at one end of the large table, now evacuated by the other slave-girls. Her striking naked form was erotically illuminated by the large candle holders hanging from the rafters, and by the flickering light of a roaring fire on the large open hearth. She was an imposing figure, and the shoes made her appear taller and more erotic than before.
Cassandra stood near the other end of the long oak table, and made an equally impressive figure. The large dining table made an ideal platform from which these naked girls could fight with their lethal whips. With this elevation, the two naked bitches could embark on their bizarre whip-fight in full view of all of the ranchers.
Cassandra was handed the favored whip, the one with the handle fashioned from a woman's cunt. Gina saw that she was going to get the opportunity to vent her anger on the beautiful girl who had been her student, and she took full advantage. As soon as the whip was in her hands, she lashed out at the impudent young bitch at the other end of the table. She was startled that the girl had her whip handle up in an instant, and blocked the main power of the blow, although the slender end of the weapon whipped around and stung the girl's big breast.
She got in a second quick shot, but with the same result. This time, before she could get in a third blast with the supple weapon, Cassandra's whip slashed at her, striking her a vicious stinging blow across the top of her tanned tits. Gina's sharp scream was as much from surprise and disbelief as it was from the searing pain. Cassandra had got her with a clean strike to her bulging mammaries, which was unforgivable, particularly from a lowly student.
Gina retaliated swiftly with an incredible rising blow that came up between Cassandra's spread legs and blasted her bare cunt with such force that it her eyes bulged. Cassandra replied with a stinging blow, with the tip of her whip snapping sharply against Gina's gaping cunt.
Gina was astounded at the impudence of the girl. Cassandra was showing total disregard for her position and power. This brazen bitch was going to have to be taught a lesson. She could not treat a professor like this. This was war.
The amazing nudes got into sync with their blows, striking each other with the vicious whips so rapidly that there was no opportunity for defence. While one whip was recoiling, the other was striking. The bitches alternated screams as they alternated blows, bringing sharp reports as the tightly braided women-hide whips snapped against voluptuous flesh, bringing piercing screams with each violent contact. Each strike of the whips bit into tender bitch meat. Searing pain came with each vicious blow, and the blows were repeating at what appeared to be an unsustainable tempo. These vicious bitches were going at each other with a remarkable and unrelenting passion.
Cunts, bellies, buttocks, legs, arms, breasts, backs, and faces were taking the unrelenting punishment each gave to the other. Both bitches pissed on the table from the frenzied attacks they were enduring, and neither appeared ready to give in. Gina's eye glasses were an early casualty, and they smashed as the flew to the floor. Her sight was not so bad that she could not carry on, but she had lost her scholarly look when the glasses were slashed from her face. The blow that removed the glasses also broke her nose.
Gina had a slight edge in strength, and as outraged as she was to have to perform with one of her students, she swung the whip with an air of authority. Her blows landed hard, and seemed to produce slightly larger welts and deeper cuts in the naked meat of her young student. Cassandra appeared to have greater skill with her specialized weapon, and her blows were more accurate, and their effect seemed to be more telling. Neither one of the bold bitches was ready to yield to the other, and both of the naked whip fighters were sustaining incredible physical damage to their raw and fully exposed meat.
When Gina accidentally dropped her whip, Cassandra took full advantage when she bent to pick it up, and popped the tip of her whip against the exposed anus of her professor, snapping the weapon with such force that she ruptured the woman's thick sphincter muscle. With anal control gone, Gina released a string of fat shit sausages, but the considerable damage to her rectum did nothing to impair her ability to attack. One of Gina's blows put Cassandra momentarily off balance, and when she teetered backward, the whip came up at her cunt with such force that the tip snaked deep inside her, and snapped against her uterus.
The explosion of pain from this blow would have dropped a lesser whip fighter, but Cassandra endured the fire that spread through her torso, got her weapon moving with an incredible deftness, and struck her older instructor's face with such force and accuracy that the bitch's right eyeball burst. In retaliation, Gina's whip wrapped around one of Cassandra's big boobs, and she jerked it so hard that the mammary was burned by the sliding leather all the way around. The fat tit was pulled severely out from her chest, and the pain was startling, much more intense than the tit hanging just a month ago had produced.
Cassandra now went at the professor bitch's face with a passion, realizing that she would have an enormous advantage if she could completely blind the cunt. The woman realized her vulnerability, and bobbed and weaved as each blow swung at her, so that her good eye was an extremely difficult target. Cassandra took advantage of the concentration Gina gave to defence, and suddenly wrapped her whip around the naked professor's ankle.
With a sudden jerk of the whip, she easily pulled her foe off balance, which was precarious at best in these outlandish shoes. Gina crashed onto her back, her legs akimbo, and she lost her grip on her whip. She grasped around for it desperately, because unarmed she had no chance against this aggressive student. Cassandra recognized the sudden advantage she had created for herself, and went after her fallen history professor with renewed passion, and got the mature cunt screaming for mercy. Gina was down and defeated. Cassandra used both her whip and the hard toes of her shoes on the voluptuous bitch, giving her a vicious beating that was so intense it soon had the men up on their feet cheering her on.
This was the kind of brutal cunt fight action the ranchers loved, one in which there was severe damage done to both of the combatants, aa fight that went on until one of the bleeding battered bitches had killed the other. An even fight was interesting, but it was always more exciting when one bitch got a clear advantage and used it to inflict senseless and merciless damage on the other. Cassandra was giving the older cunt an incredibly violent beating, and it was clear she was intent on killing her voluptuous history professor.
The only thing the men would like to see better than a cunt killing would be for both bitches to die from the brutal violence they committed on each other. Butchering bitches, or coercing them into killing each other, was the most enjoyable kind of sport for these hardened cowboys, who had made death a way of life, and had prospered from it. Raw brutality had become a way of life for these ranchers. They had used merciless violence to get ahead in the rough world of the American west, and now they had successfully transformed this violence into a sport. Cassandra was a master of the sport, and a capable performer.
Gina flipped over onto her belly to protect her breasts, and her exposed anus and cunt became the targets of the vicious whip. She rolled onto her side, and her kidneys became the targets. The hardened toes on Cassandra's shoes dug into Gina's sides, breasts, and then cracked several of her ribs. Her farm-girl student turned sex slave was going for the kill.
"Oh God no! Please stop!" Gina screamed. Cassandra kicked her cunt, driving the toe of the shoe deep into the damaged female sex organ.
"My God, you're killing me!" cried the hysterical woman. Cassandra said nothing. Her actions spoke for themselves. The whip made of toughened woman hide slashed across the nude professor's beautiful face, cutting the bridge of her nose and splitting her lip. Gina cowered, then crawled on her back to the edge of the table. Cassandra found her tits again with the whip, then concentrated on the voluptuous woman's exposed belly. Gina screamed hysterically and begged for mercy, sobbing between blows at the raw violence of the brutal attack, but her pleadings only intensified the fury of the merciless assault.
Cassandra moved in, and intent on blinding her foe completely, she kicked out the screaming cunt's other eye, but not with the whip. It was now easier to kick the fallen bitch with the hard pointed toe of her shoe than to whip her. She got Gina in the temple with several rapid blows, and managed to pop the target eye right out of its socket. She also kicked the other whip off the table, out of Gina's reach. It was exciting to totally dominate her professor, who had often abused her power over the class of female students.
Now Gina was dead meat. Cassandra lashed savagely at the blinded bitch with her whip as the nude cunt struggled, kicking out blindly with her gorgeous legs. Cassandra stood out of range and blasted the downed woman repeatedly, mercilessly attacking the bitch's big cunt and fat tits. At last Gina managed to struggle to her feet, without her whip, which had fallen off the table to the floor. Cassandra blasted the sightless woman with vicious blows from the whip, knowing that only her foe's death could mark the end of this incredible battle. She would not be permitted to stop the brutal whipping until she had killed the beautiful woman.
The professor's bloodied cunt and tits were now the prime targets, not because blows to them were lethal, but because she knew that was what the men wanted to see before she finished her opponent. This fight was about entertainment, and the men would get full value for their investment, one way or another. What they wanted was to see one of these bitches being butchered alive with the whip, and that was exactly what they were getting. The whip was doing extraordinary damage to the human meat.
Strands of bloodied inner tit meat dangled from Gina's ruined breasts, and still the amazing woman stayed on her feet. Cassandra delivered a succession of damaging blows to the vulnerable vagina, and soon the female organ began to split, opening out so severely that the big bitch began to actually shit out her own guts through her gaping cunt! It was incredible.
At last the big professor-bitch stumbled blindly toward the edge of the table, and with a last meat-splitting crack of the whip across her ass, Gina fell to the floor, cracking her skull when she hit. The history professor bitch was now history herself. Her erotic form lay in a heap on the floor, her beautiful whip-welted ass propped high in the air. A final fat turd exited the ruptured anus of the naked female professor as her body sagged in death. The violence that framed the entertainments here at Devil's Haven had once more exacted its merciless toll, and another beautiful woman had given up her life to become a slumped pile of ruined bitch meat.
It took nearly five weeks for Cassandra's whip wounds to heal. She managed it with the help of the vet and two of the girls in the stable who were natural helpers. They had dressed her wounds and had nurtured her back to health, although she still had to endure several brutal gang rapes by the horny wranglers, who were not at all fussy about the condition of the females they ravaged to satisfy their raging lust.
When the men who owned the retreat next returned to Devil's Haven, once more they had brought with them a new female companion, although this one did not come to the secret retreat as a voluntary guest. This time the new bitch arrived at the ranch buck naked, trussed to a pole by her wrists and ankles, like a dead deer. Her lively moans of distress through her gag revealed that she was in fact alive and well.
She was a mature woman, in her late thirties, with greying hair, and a portly build. This was the first time any of the captive girls, the oldest of whom was twenty-two, had seen a mature woman on this ranch, and that was what attracted their attention to her. They all thought of themselves as girls, and this one was clearly a woman. Were the sexual tastes of the men who held them captive changing?
The most attractive things about her were her seasoned face that, even though partly concealed by the gag, revealed good breeding, supported by her excellent bond structure. Her large full and still firm breasts hung like large water bags from either side of her as she swung in a bow-shape from the sturdy pole. These mammaries were both large and quite firm for her age. The mature cunt had probably nursed several children, as women were in such demand in the west that she could not have escaped being bred many times. She also had gorgeous legs, which was quite uncommon for women of her age. In the West, women like this one worked hard and long on the ranches of their husbands, and as a result they usually aged early.
In most respects this woman had held her age well. Unlike most prairie women, beaten by the severity of life in the raw west, she had somehow maintained a physical elegance that made her most attractive to the group of debauched men who were her captors. This was the first time a mature woman like her had ever been brought here, and it was also the first time a bitch had ever arrived at the ranch in this fashion. It was as if she were the prize of the hunt. The very nature of her unusual arrival and presence were the talk of the stable.
The female herd was cut and eight young ladies selected and taken to the house. That night the girls out in the stable heard the muffled snapping of the whip, ongoing screams from the throats of terrified and tortured females, and as the evening progressed they also heard a number of gunshots fired. It could only mean slave women were bieng shot. The ranchers were having a party, and the girls in the barn were pleased that they were not personally involved, since few females survived being guests at these late night affairs.
After several hours of horror things settled down, and after the ranchers retired, there was finally silence. Another night of debauchery had taken place, and the females in the stable who would live for at least one more day settled down for a restless night of sleep. Cassandra slept like a kitten.
The next day, while the women and girls were exercising naked in the corral, Duke and three other ranchers sat on the railing to watch. The men selected several of the lovely cunts, and the wranglers roped those selected. Cassandra was one of these. They were all collared, set one in front of the other, linked together in a long line, and moved to the large ranch house. The eleven girls selected to participate in the evening's event were taken in through the kitchen, and were bathed one by one in a large tub beside the great kitchen stove. The major difference between Cassandra and the other girls was that ten of them believed they were about to die, and Cassandra alone was certain that she was going to have a good time. That was why she believed they had selected an odd number of the female slaves.
On the other hand, she supported the belief of the others that they were going to die horribly this evening and she told them so. By this point in her career at this ranch, death of other girls was the expected, and Cassandra had no particular feeling about it. What was important was that she did not feel herself to be in the least threatened.
Duke came into the kitchen, and instructed that the girls be strung together by chains attached to their collars in two rows of five rather than in one long single row. Cassandra was taken by a wrangler into the tack room beside the pantry, where she was to be costumed for the evening's entertainment event.
Cassandra was given a harness of studded leather straps that reminded her of illustrations she had seen of ancient Roman soldiers, or gladiators. This incredible attire had been carefully designed to fit her without concealing any of her strikingly alluring sexual charms. Her breasts bulged out between the thick leather straps, spreading them apart, and the form-fitting tooled leather hip protection covered the sides of her hips from the waist down half way to her knees, but left both her pubic mound and the crease of her buttocks fully exposed.
She was given leather sandals which laced up over shin protectors, a broad belt, and a fancy headpiece that fit her perfectly. The harness maker here at the ranch was a fine craftsman, and had done his job exceedingly well. She not only looked like, but also felt like a Roman gladiator. She lacked only a killing weapon.
She was returned to the kitchen, and saw that the nudity of the ten other young women was now draped in rough bleached hemp. The lovely creatures wore green garlands of woven nettles and thistle in their hair, and trickles of their blood wandered down over their pale faces. They looked quite attractive as the wept. Cassandra knew she was seeing them alive for the last time, and was aware of how beautiful they were in their grief and self pity. She wondered if she was going to be told to kill them, as she had the four girls who had crossed the natural bowl out on the prairie, and the beautiful history professor she had whipped to death.
The girls were taken into the great hall, following in two lines. When they had passed through the double doorway, it swung closed. Cassandra heard strange heavy scraping sounds, then banging and hammering, accompanied by a chorus of screams. It seemed to go on and on, and Cassandra was anxious to see what was going on.
When at last the door opened she was given a wooden box to carry by its leather strap, and a trident spear, with barbed points on each of the three prongs. It was a weapon that would keep something as a souvenir of the flesh it visited. And the victim would feel it going missing. It was the kind of weapon Cassandra liked, because of its vicious design. The box had an open top, and inside it were several huge crude spikes, nearly a foot long, rusty and thick, like railroad spikes that secured the rails to the wooden ties. Also in the box was a large sledge hammer. Excitement grew in her gut as she thought how these might be used.
Cassandra entered the dining hall. She was shocked at what she saw. The ranchers sat at the great table, enjoying their feast, and applauded her entrance, and her revealing costume. On each side of the dining hall stood five tall wooden crosses, and the ten young ladies, now stripped naked, were spiked to these, crucified.
At the head of the large oak dining table sat Duke, and on the floor at the other end of the table lay another great cross, empty. Cassandra blanched, suddenly fearful that she would be nailed to this monstrous device. She swallowed back her fear, recognizing that there was nothing she could do about it if she were the one to be nailed next, which to her seemed most likely. Duke beckoned to her, and she moved over to him, as commanded.
"You have proven yourself and your value to us time and time again, young lady," he said, "and with each test you face, you prove yourself to be more and more a degenerate spirit, much like ourselves." Cassandra realized that now she was unlikely to be the victim to ride the remaining cross, but she had no idea who that victim might be. It was unlikely the ancient style execution device would go unused. She saw the big branding irons heating in the blazing fire, and wondered who would receive them this time.
"We have another challenge for you, cunt," Duke said. "This one is more interesting, I think, than any you have faced so far." She thought of the many atrocious things she had done since she had arrived here, and some she had done before. They had made her into a cold blooded murderer since her arrival at this outrageous ranch, and she had passed that test with flying colors. She remembered the pleasure she had taken in shooting those four bitches from the university. She had also whipped to death the professor named Gina, who had also been a deserving victim.
The most disgusting thing she had been forced to do was to slay her own sister, who had been out looking for her ever since she had been kidnaped. Willy had been so persistent she had succeeded, only by falling into the hands of these powerful ranchers herself. She had really regretted slaughtering her beloved younger sister just to entertain these dominant men, but as it had been her life or that of her sister, she had made what she was sure had been the right choice. If it had been Willy who had to make the life or death decision, she knew Willy would have wanted her to live, so this way, they both got their way.
The girls hanging from the painful spikes through their wrists and feet were quivering and whimpering in their agony. Cassandra saw the beauty in the scene of lovely young nudes, dying slowly as a matched set. Duke instructed Cassandra to use her trident to make the girls scream. He was specific when he said he did not require them to live long. He was certain that the talented girl would see to it that they did not. He was also confident that she would not speed them on their way, but would make them suffer extensively for the entertainment of the ranchers.
That was exactly what Cassandra did. She moved from cross to cross, giving the crucified girls a taste of her trident under their breasts and buttocks, and under their chins. She thrust the sharp barbed prongs into the tender meat of the young ladies, and then pulled them out, ripping fine bleeding strands of meat out of the puncture holes. Some of the girls were getting drowsy with the incredible pain and shock of crucifixion, and Cassandra reawakened them with her remarkable three-pointed spear.
The men were pleased to see their most aggressive female slave was back in peak form after the incredible whip fight she had recently endured. They encouraged her with suggestions, but saw that her imagination was quite sufficient to provide creative and entertaining butchery of the young ladies hanging on their crosses.
Cassandra dug her trident into the belly of one of the girls who had fainted, and brought the buxom bitch screaming back to life when she ripped the prongs out of her, and dragged some of the bitch's guts out with it. This was a popular move, second only to the ripping of the breasts. Most of the girls sported firm round boobs, with a couple of them toting major melons. She thrust the prongs into the large tits with gusto, lifting them up against the owners' shoulders as she pressed the triple spear heads right through the breasts.
Then she twisted the weapon inside the fat tit of the crucified girl before pulling it out, ensuring the maximum damage to the internal meat, as well as improving the return action, so that strands of ripped tit meat was extracted. Cassandra was providing the men with an enjoyable event, but the girls were fading from the extreme damage the trident was doing to them.
Before they expired, Cassandra did the rounds one last time. She thrust the end of the spear handle up into the vagina of each of the five girls on one side of the room, thrusting it deep into them, ruining their inner sex organs, and stirring their guts to ensure they would die within the hour. Then she visited the girls on the other side of the table, and drove the devastating weapon into their sides and their bellies with such severe carnal damaging with her twisting and thrusting that she actually ripped the bellies of two of them open, spilling their guts.
Cassandra returned to Duke's side, awaiting his further instructions. That was when two wranglers brought in the long pole, from which hung the mature naked woman Cassandra had heard of but had not seen. Now she realized why the woman had stirred such a commotion. She indeed had large breasts, and a fabulous head of greying hair. Again Cassandra's attention returned to those breasts. It was not often that mammaries of that size were seen anywhere. Her mother was endowed with huge breasts like those, and there were also a couple of women at her church that had big bosoms. Cassandra admired huge breasts on a woman, and knew it would give her pleasure to see these bountiful mammaries being spiked to the cross.
Even strung up as she was by her bound wrists and ankles, Cassandra could see that the woman had a handsome if full figure. It was not just the crimping by her slung posture than made her boobs seem so big. She really did have enormous breasts. Cassandra realized that this would be the woman who was to be crucified on the remaining cross. Her job would be to nail the woman to her cross. That was why she was supplied with the tool box.
Cassandra put down her long handled trident, and picked up the box she had been given, slinging its stout strap over her shoulder. She looked down at the large hammer and the set of large rustic iron spikes that made the box so heavy. She felt that growing knot of sexual excitement growing in her gut again, and although she felt a blush with the thought that nailing a naked woman to a cross was giving her sexual arousal, she knew she would be able to do it.
It was at that moment that the woman hanging from the pole turned her head, and Cassandra recognized her mother! My God, she thought, they expect me to kill my own mother! The woman had not yet seen her, but was staring in disbelief at the double row of crucified girls, and at the obvious signs of the extreme torture they had endured. Then the woman's eyes raised from staring at the near-naked body of the girl in the revealing gladiator costume standing before her, and saw the startled face of her lost daughter.
"My God, Cassandra!" the woman said, "What's happened to you? What are you doing here, dressed so outrageously like that?"
"I'm a slave here, Mom. These men have made me their slave." Cassandra's voice cracked, and tears welled in her eyes. "I don't have any choice, I have to do whatever they tell me."
"Your folks are real nice, girl," Duke said. "Me and a couple of my hands visited them one day, and they were real gracious. Martha here made us feel at home, fixed us a real fine meal and everything. A couple of days later, when the men had left the ranch, we slipped in and picked her up. Thought you might like to see her, and play with her one last time."
"Cassandra, have you been here ever since you disappeared?" Martha asked.
"More than a year, Mom, they brought all kinds of us here, and they've made me do ..." She paused, unable to express her experiences. Then she broke out and sobbed uncontrollably. "Oh, Mom...Willy was here."
Her mother's face was suddenly drawn. "Willy... you said 'was'. Did she get away?"
"No. They made ... I couldn't help it, Mom, so help me God, these men insisted, I had no choice, they made me do it."
"Do what? Tell me!"
"This fine little lady made a pig-on-a-stick out of her sister," Duke said. "It was quite a sight, sister on sister, but she is a well trained slave, and did as she was told. Stuck a big Indian spear right up the pretty little lady's cunt, and right on up through her, right here at this table, then she sliced off her head just as clean as you please. It was really something, you should have been here to see it."
"My God," Martha said, staring directly at Duke, "You've made my daughter into a savage killer!"
"We thought you should know, so we arranged for you to make this visit," Duke told her. "We thought you might find it interesting to see just how far this daughter of yours will go, now that we've got her trained." The boys carrying the stout pole Martha was tied to now set it down, and unbound her wrists and ankles. They were numb from having her full weight hanging from them for so long. The wranglers pulled Martha over to the reclining cross, and laid her, unlike the other crucified girls, onto her belly along the vertical beam of the ancient form of heinous killing rack.
"Get your box out and get to work, slave!" Duke said to Cassandra. "Hold the bitch still for her, boys." The wranglers held Martha down, and pulled her arm out across the cross beam. Sobbing, Cassandra opened the box, and took out a long rusty iron spike. There were no other options open to her.
Disobedience was no longer a possibility, she had obeyed her orders for too long to contemplate rebellion now. Duke knew this, and had arranged this test expecting her to succeed. If she did not, he would not hesitate to kill her on the spot. Not as punishment. This was punishment. He would kill her because if she disobeyed it would please him to cause the sexy young cunt's death. To reinforce the limits of her choice, Cassandra saw the wrangler leaning against the kitchen door frame, with his rifle leveled at her. She had never before had a gun trained on her as she had performed, although back at the brothel saloon where she had worked she had often seen men use their guns to force other whores and performers to hurt themselves or others.
Now there was a bullet with her name on it, and she knew the keen-eyed wrangler would not need Duke's permission to waste her. Her death was perhaps only an instant away, and only complete compliance with the wishes of these evil men could keep it at bay. Wiping the tears from her eyes to clear her blurred vision, Cassandra placed the sharp point of the spike over the back of her mother's wrist, and raised the hammer. Martha screamed "NO! CASSANDRA, DON'T DO THIS!" Cassandra raised the big hammer as far back as she could reach, as her father had taught her when driving staples into the fence. She hesitated just a second, then she brought the heavy hammer down with a firm blow.
Her aim was true. The thick iron spike drove in through the soft flesh of her mother's wrist, scraped between the bones, and the point stuck into the wood. Four more sturdy blows with the hammer secured Martha's impaled wrist firmly to the stout beam. The wranglers stretched Martha's other arm out along the beam, and Cassandra moved into position and took out another long thick spike. This was incredibly difficult for her, but she was their slave, and could refuse nothing they commanded her to do. Cunts were for these people nothing but slaves, and Cassandra had been born as a cunt, and would always be nothing but a cunt. That was how it was in the wild west.
Her mother's arm strained as she positioned the spike over her wrist, and her mother screamed as the big hammer smashed down squarely on its head, driving the rusty iron spike through the arm that had held Cassandra so often and had comforted her as she grew up. Both she and her mother were sobbing hysterically as she drove the heavy spike home into the stout beam. Cassandra knew that her terrible job was not nearly done. Her mother shrieked and wailed as she saw her daughter shift her position, and prepare another spike.
Instead of stretching the big woman flat along the upright beam, the wranglers forced her to kneel, her ass propped in the air, with her knees on either side of the vertical post. Cassandra spiked the woman just above the knees to the sides of the post, so that she would hold this position when the cross was raised to stand in its place at the foot of the table. This left her mother's lower legs free to kick, if she had the energy to do so after the raising of the cross.
Now Martha's huge breasts were pulled outward and stretched over either side of the post. "Spike 'em, girl!" Duke commanded. Cassandra did as she was told, shaking as she pressed the spikes into the sides of her mother's big mammaries, and with her hands shaking, obediently impaled the big boobs on which she had suckled as an infant, spiking them securely to the heavy wooden cross. Martha was a big woman, but these big spikes would easily hold her weight on the cross. Cassandra knew there would be more expected of her before she finished with her mother.
There was. Much more. She watched sullenly as the big cross was hoisted up, with the form of the woman spiked to it facing the beam in a squatting position. Cassandra could not help but notice how creatively her mother was positioned on the cross. Her puckered anus and her pouting vulva were fully exposed for the enjoyment of the men. Duke gave Cassandra the cunt handled woman-whip, and asked to see a full display of fresh bitch blood. Cassandra took the whip, pressing the spread and dried cunt leather against her palm, and felt the softness of the pubic hair rubbing against her forefinger and thumb. This was woman on woman, with the leather of woman in between as the tool of destruction.
Cassandra always felt a stirring of tension and excitement when she got to use a whip. She felt it coming now, rinsing away the shame as she addressed the exposed broad ass of her crucified mother. She was committed to these men, completely in their power, and could take no responsibility for her actions, no matter how debasing they were. She swung the woman-whip back, feeling its balance as the tip flew over her shoulder and sailed out its full length. This was a powerful weapon, and she knew how to use it.
With measured timing, Cassandra cocked her wrist and skilfully snapped the whip forward, driving the special weapon with enormous acceleration at the broad human flesh target. With a rapid jerk back, she triggered the snap of the whip that exploded with violence against her mother's displayed rectum. This was the perfect bull's-eye. Martha jerked so hard against her restraining spikes that she felt as if she had nearly ripped her big breasts off the sides of the beam. A flood of pain swelled inside her from that terrible blow to her anus. The round trip was two seconds, which seemed a lifetime and at the same time a split second. In that brief time the woman-whip returned for an identical repeat performance. That was enough.
The pain-racked anus opened, and without control, spilled its contents. At first great thick stools emerged, plopping into a heap on the floor below her. Then thinner ropes of her crap sloughed out, and curled over the heap of large steaming lady turds. The screaming woman emptied her bowels for the men watching her misery from the comfort of their leather chairs at the dining table. When the evacuation was complete, Cassandra laid a series of biting welts across the curve of each hip, landing the blows with such power that the rising welts began to split, and blood soon streaked Martha's marvelous ass. Cassandra was starting to get over the shock of her target's identity, and although she was not enthusiastic about her task, she was doing it admirably, without too much coaching.
She moved up the beautiful back with the whip, crisscrossing the female meat over the small of the back and across the shoulder blades, adding blood-streaked stripes to the strong form of the woman. The whip did not miss her large spiked breasts, nor her arms and legs. Martha was filling the room with her shrill powerful voice, adding to the exciting crack and smack of the flailing woman-whip as her brutal thrashing proceeded.
It was time to move on to the next phase of the torture program, and Duke took the woman-whip from Cassandra. "Give the bitch a devil's tail!" he said, pointing to the trident spear. Cassandra picked it up tentatively, realizing that to do as he commanded would not only cause damage, but would take her further down the dreaded road toward killing her own mother.
Duke saw her hesitation. "Now!" he commanded her. The game girl moved forward, and reversed the long shaft of the spear in her hands. She moved the end of the handle against her mother's anus, and pressed it so that it creased the opening, which provided firm resistance. The woman's sphincter ring had been bruised and tenderized by the whip, but not ruptured. The pressure her mother's resistance provided also helped Cassandra to center the handle, and then with a powerful thrust she overcame the closure of the sphincter and gained deep entry. Martha gasped at the intrusive invasion of her fundament, and screamed "NO! CASSANDRA, NO!" Cassandra now took her orders from Duke, not her mother, and she heaved again on the stout spear handle, driving it deeper to the bend in the colon.
"Deeper!" Duke said.
"NO!!" screamed her mother.
Cassandra grasped the shaft securely, then she heaved again, with such force that the handle dug into and through the big woman's guts. Now the spear handle was planted deep inside Martha's torso, and the trident head looked very much like a devil's tail. Cassandra twisted the shaft to straighten the spear head, and the men appreciated her sharp eye for detail at a time such as this.
With the incredible pain raging inside her, Martha was able to find new mobility with her gorgeous spiked legs, and could actually straighten them in front of her as well as fold them into a tight tuck. She used the full range, as she screamed and kicked in her misery, being tortured in front of these terrible men by her own enslaved daughter. She was a proud woman, but there was no respect for bitch pride at the DH Ranch.
Now Duke indicated the hammer, and told Cassandra to put it into her mother's cunt. Cassandra took the tool with the heavy iron head, and thrust the handle against the opening from which she had emerged nineteen years earlier. With brutal twisting and pushing, she was able to gain entry, and drove the thick handle in the full depth of her mother's fuck shaft. Cassandra was not sure if the woman's unusual grip on the handle would be enough to hold its considerable weight.
"You've got it backwards, cunt!" Duke said, "Put the steel head of the sledge into her hole!" What he was asking seemed like an impossible challenge. Cassandra pulled the handle out of the cunt that had dropped her, and was surprised at the grip her mother had on it. The woman had taken good care of herself, and had a nice tight cunt. No wonder her father had been content to ride her, and had never raped his daughters.
Now that control over her maturing body would work against the woman. Cassandra saw that the large heavy head of the sledge could not possibly be pushed into her mother's beautiful tight cock-holster. With orders to make it work, Cassandra tried to push the big steel head into the womb, but managed only to mash the cuntlips painfully.
"Swing it, slave," Duke said, "that's the only way it will work." She realized he was right. But to swing the heavy hammer at that beautiful cunt could only destroy it. She looked over her shoulder at the table of waiting men, and at the man with the rifle leveled at her, and she saw that again she had no choice. She held the big hammer back, and hesitated as she studied the problem. At the instant she heard the bang, she felt the bullet burn across the side of her breast, as if the fat mammary had been pushed. That was a warning. She swung the heavy hammer with all her might, and smashed it against the cunt that had born her. It bounced off the resistant female organ, which was simply too small to accommodate it.
Cassandra turned to Duke, with a look of helplessness, and another bullet slammed into her, this one going right through her big tit. She screamed, and looked in shock at her wounded mammary. These guys were getting rougher with her than they had ever been before. As tough and brazen as she was, she was not doing enough to please them, and her life was at risk, more than it had ever been before.
She spun around and swung the sledge hammer again, and when it bounced she delivered another vicious blow, causing renewed screaming from her mother. With the seventh blow, the head stuck in the softened and weakened female sex organ, and now Cassandra used the handle as an effective lever, to force the entire iron head of the large hammer into the ruined meat of her mother's cunt. She used both hands, and as she struggled, a bullet slammed through her other breast. She nearly panicked as she thought she was not doing well enough to please them.
With a sudden powerful lunge on the stout handle, Cassandra forced the other end of the iron mallet head to plunge into her mother's impossibly stretched womb, and now the eighteen inch handle stuck straight out of the big woman's invaded cunt like a thick wooden cock.
Now there were two appendages to the groin area of the bizarrely crucified woman, stuffing her twin fuck holes. Cassandra's beautiful mother was a startling sight, apparently squatting in the air with blood dripping from the ends of the two large implements jutting from her crotch as she dangled, spiked securely by her wrists, breasts, and legs to the big cross. The men who were spectators had forced her own daughter to do this to her, and were now reveling in the sight and sounds of her terrible misery
Now Duke picked up the large DH branding iron out of the fire and handed it to her. Cassandra was surprised that the terrible weapon glowed nearly white hot. "Do both of her hips, bitch, and make the brands deep!" he said. Cassandra moved over to the cross, and raised the big glowing iron to her mother's exposed flank. She moved deliberately, knowing that the slightest sign of hesitation on her part would bring another of those violent steel cased bullets slamming into her. She knew she was no more than a piece of raw meat to them, but she wanted to preserve her meat for another day. Survival was everything, even with her mother the target of her merciless actions.
Martha turned her head in time to see the big glowing iron approaching her rump, and she screamed as she tried desperately to twist out of its reach. She had less than a foot of movement, and when she reached the end of her range she stretched her big impaled breasts severely. Her movement also tightened the target muscles of her rump. When Cassandra pressed the searing iron into her meat, she jerked so severely that she ripped one of her big mammaries, but not enough to affect the hold the thick breast-spike had on her.
The glowing iron easily sizzled its way deep into the meat of her hip, pressed firmly by Cassandra. The girl knew that anything less than a bone-deep brand would not be sufficient to satisfy the ranchers. Black sputtering smoke rose from the brand as the iron cooked its way into the restrained bitch hip, filling the room with the aroma of roasted bitchmeat. When Cassandra felt brand meet the resistance of her mother's hip bone, she withdrew the iron carefully, so she would not mar the perfect letters of the Devil's Haven brand. She was startled when she retracted it to see that the meat of her mother's hip had not significantly cooled the hot iron. She moved to the opposite side of the cross, and again applied pressure to the iron, pressing it into the sizzling meat for a second time.
Again Martha jerked in her spikes, now ripping the other breast on the thick rusty spike. Again she was in no danger of falling off the cross. When she had finished the sadistic bitch-branding, Cassandra withdrew the iron once again. As she set it back in the fire, doing as she was told, she felt a hard smack, as if she were suddenly kicked in the ass, as a bullet slammed through her lower buttocks.
She stood stark upright, screaming at the pain, humiliation, and unfairness of the unwarranted shot. She had done nothing wrong. A second slug stung her other buttock, and she realized that this game was now out of control. These men were no longer punishing her, they were just playing with her. She knew her time had come. She had seen enough of their killing games to know when one was in full swing. It was time for Cassandra to die.
They were killing her slowly, just for sport. She felt sudden fear that her attraction to the men was fading fast. She was a sex toy to them, and toys were disposable. She was no longer an erotic figure to them, and her actions were no longer outrageous enough for them to find her entertaining. Her ability to shock them and make them see her as a tool to make their heinous sports more enjoyable was her only hold on life. The rifle barked again, and once more her breast was slammed up hard against her shoulder. She knew for certain now that she would not see another sunrise. For Cassandra, it was dying time
In desperation, she grabbed a long thin iron out of the fire, and screaming like a banshee, leaped up onto her mother's back. She grabbed the woman's head by the chin and pulled it back as far as she could. When her mother opened her mouth to scream, Cassandra thrust the glowing iron into the hysterical woman's mouth and right down her throat. Smoke sputtered out of the gaping mouth, and the bitch's tongue seared onto the iron, welding itself to the hot metal. This would show them the stuff she was made of.
Cassandra leaped down, and grabbed the handle of the mallet. Jerking on it with all her strength, she managed to yank the large tool out of her mother's womb. Blood spurted after it, demonstrating the damage the act did to the woman's mashed sex organ. She would show these men how obedient she was. They wanted her to abuse and kill her mother, and she would do it. She would not stop the terrible onslaught until she was forced to. They wanted brutal action; she would give it to them, in spades.
Using all of her might, the desperate girl began swinging at the naked woman, smashing the bones in her legs, her hips, and her arms. She determined she would smash every bone in the crucified woman's body. When the limbs were virtually demolished, she went at her mother's ribs. Cassandra was sweating profusely and breathing hard as she swung the destructive sledge hammer with all of her might. The heavy head broke through her sides, ripping and smashing apart the body of the woman who had loved her like no other.
Her mother was long dead from her ordeal when Cassandra finally slumped, totally exhausted from the extreme effort over the past fifteen minutes. She sat on the floor in shock, sobbing uncontrollably. She had totally spent herself in the destructive assault on the dying woman, and she had destroyed every bone in the woman's body. She knew they could expect no more from her.
Duke got to his feet, smiling and nodding in approval at his prize captive's degenerate behavior. He moved to the hearth and picked the big DH brand out of the fire. It was again white hot. He put his cowboy boot against Cassandra's blood-streaked chest, between her bullet riddled breasts, and pushed the weep girl over onto her back. She spread her raised knees instinctively, offering him her beautiful organ as a target for the heinous brand, but he was no longer interested in her alluring vagina.
Duke removed her costume, except for the helmet. He placed the large brand with its six-inch high letters over her belly, then he let the handle slip through his grip, until the brand rested on her tight tummy. The skin, fat, and muscle sputtered and sizzled as the iron sank by its own weight, cooking its way slowly into her tender meat.
Cassandra screamed, and thrusting her hips, raised her belly into the brand as if her mind had snapped. She was now reaping her reward for more than a year of cooperation as an obedient and brazen sex slave. She had done so much to add to the entertainment of her owners, and had stopped at nothing to please them. As a result, they were allowing her to die under their brand.
Within moments the iron had cooked its way through her stomach wall, and was sizzling its way deep into her intestines. The remarkable bitch writhed in her stark agony, displaying her sex organs for the amusement of the men at the table. She lost control, and after sending a spray of amber urine jetting from her elevated crotch, she released the contents of her colon, messing the floor as she smeared the wooden surface and her buttocks with her own excrement. The remarkable young bitch had completely lost control. He was cooking the beautiful bitch alive.
When Duke at last removed the smoking iron, it brought with it her intestines, cooked onto the hot metal. She was still conscious and writhing when he picked up the sledge hammer and broke her feet and legs, smashing the bones flat with powerful blows. He then repeated the destructive operation on her hands and arms, rendering her a total cripple.
One of the young wranglers produced a large axe, and handed it to Duke. The big rancher raised the heavy tool high over his head, then brought it down with such force that he chopped her beautiful right leg off cleanly just below the hip. Quickly her repeated the terrible amputation on the other leg and then both of her lovely arms. The lively young lady was now just a bizarrely branded torso and head, but with full capability to scream, demonstrated with gusto.
Duke grasped the naked female torso of Cassandra in both hands, and lifted her for everyone to see. The limbless bitch twisted and squirmed frantically as she screamed out her stark horror for the audience. She was an amazing bitch. It was her kind that made this effort so well worth while. The best slave bitch the men had ever had at the ranch was now giving them a last performance they would long remember. After all of the entertainment she had given them, she was now screaming her lungs out as she was about to bow out.
The men cheered as Duke took the amputated torso of the marvelous Cassandra over to her dead mother, and with an amazing display of strength, thrust her entire helmeted head up into the woman's ruined cunt, which she had loosened herself with that big hammer. He let her go, and the shapely limbless body hung from the crucified woman's crotch, the head tightly gripped in the packed sex cavity which was its place of origin.
Cassandra made a marvelous sculpture, hanging by her head buried in her mother's womb. Her ribs heaved, showing she was trying desperately to breathe, but in the warm moist cavern of her dead mother's womb, she was suffocating to death. She was unable to hear the cheers she received for her valiant struggle for life. The men watching her death had no interest in her succeeding in her hopeless struggle. It was her losing battle for life that they found to be so appealing. Killing cunts was the favorite sport at Devil's Haven, and this was the cunt the men had looked forward to killing for a long time. Now that her time had come, the death of the luscious young bitch had proved to be well worth waiting for. She was prime meat, and even without her arms and legs, she was an enticing figure. Every cock in the room was rigid.
Duke raised the axe once more, and with a final mighty swing, severed Cassandra's neck so that her body fell, leaving her head buried in the hole from which it had originated nineteen years earlier. The men cheered the artful demise of the marvelous entertainer and sex slave Cassandra. They knew that such a find was rare, but they had made extensive use of her while she lived, and had thoroughly enjoyed both her life and her entertaining death.
Cassandra had been one in a hundred. Another girl of her calibre was past due, and according to Duke, another such female had been found, and was in the shipment due to be captured and brought to the Devil's Haven retreat ranch next week. With civilization creeping closer every year, the men valued the privacy they had established at the Devil's Haven Ranch, and they would work to ensure they could carry on with their bloody sports for years to come. Life and death would go on at the retreat ranch, and here it would go on controlled by the powerful men who owned the ranch, and who played God for their growing herd of beautiful young female sex slaves.
The men had many years of perverse sexual enjoyment planned, and always their appetites for outrageous debaucheries increased, and their tastes expanded. Their quest was to extend the limits of cruelty and exciting death for their lovely female subjects. They were continually reaching for new and more daring thrills in their quest for satisfying their lust, and their lust kept always one step ahead.
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