Debbie had only been working out for a couple of weeks, and she was surprised that, from the very first session, the lovely and enthusiastic young jock lady who led the aerobics class at the expensive private club required all the young women to do the strenuous jazzercize routines in the nude. She found the rapid bouncing of the strenuous aerobic exercises caused her big breasts to bob up and down uncomfortably, and she was embarrassed at the way her full and pretty cuntlips flared out and dribbled as the workout progressed, and she worked up a sweat.
This was a special experimental class for modern young women on the go, with limited enrollment, and she knew was lucky to be accepted into it. She had joined the new private health club when it had opened in the upscale downtown business district, with the incredible special status membership offered free to secretaries who came in looking good wearing four inch heels and a miniskirt. The way a girl looked had everything to do with how well she did in the business world, and the thousands of attractive young women who worked in the high fashion down town core competed passionately to outdo each other with their up scale sexy appearance. The result was remarkable, and provided the men with all the entertainment they could wish for in noon time ogling of vivacious female pulchritude.
Debbie had always been a bit of an exhibitionist, with pride in her remarkable figure. She had been the first girl in grade five to sneak into the boys' washroom and to let all the boys kiss her grinning little cunnie. She was not a whore, but she liked to take a dare, no matter what the cost. She knew that the club wanted to develop a modish reputation by having the most attractive of young women around. That suited her fine, because she got to use the facilities to keep her remarkable figure in top shape. Those who were admitted to the elite class of twenty were specially selected from over a hundred beautiful young applicants, and she was assured that the radical techniques they were using would bring about advanced results.
Debbie was an executive secretary, and at the age of twenty had progressed in her profession much faster than others from her class, because of both her bright attitude and her remarkable looks. She knew how to make the most of her attractive face and figure, and her clothes and grooming were as remarkable as her appearance. Doing the strenuous exercise class in the buff was rationalized by the need for the participants to see every detail of their body's response in the full mirrors that lined the walls. Debbie was embarrassed, but everyone else was doing it without question, and after a while she felt somewhat more comfortable than she had at first. In fact, she could see changes as the classes progressed, and she practiced at home in the buff, helping along her progress. She was surprised to see the physical expression of her arousal with the group exercise, with her breasts firming and her nipples rising and hardening.
Debbie noticed in the full mirrored walls that her pink vagina lips, topped with the light puff of neatly trimmed blonde curls, lengthened and gaped open as she kicked high and wide, rolling her hips and thrusting her pelvis forward in a lusty, almost lewd motion, following the explicit directions of the athletic instructor. It even occurred to her that watching herself and the other naked girls in the mirror making sensuous and sometimes vulgar, obscene movements that made her so sexually excited. This erotic thought made her blush as she watched her muscles move and ripple in her nakedness. Debbie felt flushes of embarrassment with some of the overtly sexual moves they were doing, but she realized that all of the naked girls doing these extreme movements together in time to the hard rock music were in the same situation, and they squealed with enjoyment at the daring postures and moves, so she decided that it couldn't be that bad.
Their instructor was a beautiful golden haired and energetic girl named Barbie. She was so clean and fresh that it seemed she could not possibly give them anything to do that was not good clean fun, and she didn't ask them to do anything that she didn't do herself first. From the very first exercise class, Debbie had noticed a sound from the walls that sounded like crickets, and when she asked about it, Barbie explained that there was some trouble with the air conditioning, but that they were waiting for special parts to repair it. The workout room had bright sunlamps to help the girls tan after they had completed the daily vigorous dance routines. The tanning rooms were her favorite place, because of the chance to admire the sexy bodies of the other girls as they lounged sensuously under the hot lights.
She had paid one hundred and fifty dollars for a month of lessons, so to get her money's worth, she came to the directly to the club every afternoon right after work. She augmented her exercise with the full tanning program, and both were producing visible effects. In the two weeks she had watched her body darken into a lush tan as she had lost nearly seven pounds, and tightened up her gorgeous body, without losing that soft silky look of her feminine flesh.
Today Barbie had provided red high heeled shoes for all of the naked girls to dance in. She wore a pair herself, and looked sensational in them. She explained in the changing room that this would begin to enhance the tone of their legs and tighten their rounded buttocks. Debbie thought that this outcome was unlikely, but Barbie was so squeaky clean that the girls totally trusted everything she said. When Debbie saw the girls were all putting on the sexy looking shoes without question, tying the sexy red laces up around their bare legs just to please Barbie, she followed their example. She didn't want to be poop over such a small matter, so she put the flimsy looking spike heeled shoes on along with the others, tying the extra long laces up around her slender legs, tying them off well above the knee. Debbie had a sharp eye for fashion, and the red spike heeled shoes really did make her look twice as sexy. She was surprised at how well they fit her, but this was a classy club, so she figured they would always provide their members with the best. She guessed that the red sandal type spike heeled shoes must have cost the club at least $150, and as she walked into the glass walled jazzercize room she notice how good the elegant red shoes with their long slender spike heels made her extended legs look. She thought with a bit of a rush that if any man were to see her now his cock would leap to attention. She smiled as she realized that men's pricks usually bulged as they watched her pass anyway.
The exercise routines were done to slower music than usual tonight, probably, Debbie thought, to accommodate the high heels which all of the girls were wearing. Up until this session the girls had always worked out in bare feet, and the effect of heels on the way Barbie and the rest of the naked girls moved was startling. Debbie felt a knot of excitement growing deep in the pit of her gut, from doing the erotic moves and watching herself and the others in the mirror. She noticed that except for a short and chubby teenager who was cute but not very good at doing the physical moves, the girls were all very good looking, of both face and figure. The pudgy teenager had been admitted to the class as a twenty-first member, and had come in a day late. Debbie guessed she had been let in because she needed the slimming more than the others did, or because they needed a control by letting a fat girl in, to measure the progress of the others against. Anyway, she stood out because she was fat and clumsy, and looked even more so in this elite group of attractive young women.
They were soon doing the highly erotic and suggestive movements with the skill of seasoned dancers, and as she saw their reflection and her own, her blood gorged pussy lips swelling out in wanton and raw sexual arousal. The blaring rock music washed all other thoughts out of her head, and she let herself go, moving wildly through the exotic, suggestive, and downright dirty movements Barbie lead them through. All the girls laughed as they went through the new erotic steps their attractive, enthusiastic, and as they now saw very sexy leader, showed them. When she had got them all worked up with the erotic and sensuous steps so that their exposed and displayed cuntmeat was almost frothing with sexual excitement, Barbie had them all face the mirrors, pumping and grinding their hips in what Debbie thought were wanton movements.
Barbie told her class to move up against the glass, in a special flexibility test, spreading their knees until they could press their damp vaginas and full tits into the mirror image of themselves, then slowly slide down until they were sitting on their haunches. The test was to see if they could all lay a streak of vagina moisture more than two feet long. They were all into the spirit of the dance by now, and they all willingly did this, streaking the cool glass with their hot cunt juices and warm sweat. As Debbie's knees reached the floor the music finished, and she heard again that soft strange air conditioner sound from the glass of the mirror, almost like the distant clicking sound of grasshoppers. She turned her head to listen, and she noticed a dark movement in the reflection of the mirror.
Suddenly her heart leaped as she realized that it was not the reflection of someone in the room with her, there was no one in that position in the room. There was someone behind the mirror! It was two-way glass! She leaped to her feet, screaming as she tried to cover her naked cunt and nipples with her hands and arms. "Those are cameras clicking!" she shrieked, "They're taking pictures of us!" Her high shrieking voice made the others, all but the leader, scramble to their feet and attempt to cover their exposed sex organs in the same unsuccessful manner from the unseen lenses of the photographers.
"Who? Where?" the others demanded, stumbling and backing into each other as they tried to hide their nakedness from the unseen photographers. Before Debbie could answer lights went on behind the one way glass, revealing more than thirty men with their cameras clicking, and their erect pricks sticking obscenely out of their open pants.
"Okay, girls," the nude leader of the naked dance class said, "its time for the next phase. For the last couple of weeks we've been the main attraction for customers at the porno shop and camera club next door." The girls all shrieked again at the startling news Barbie gave them. They had never seen this side of the lovely young jock girl before.
"Shut up, bitches!" Barbie said, her soft feminine tones changing suddenly to a hard commanding, totally controlled and strangely cold voice. "You are all public property now. Since we started, more than three hundred guys have paid $100 each to shoot stills and video of your naked antics, and already this class has made six page layouts in at least four national slick men's magazines."
"My God," one of the younger girls said, startled, "That's more than thirty thousand dollars!"
"That's right, bitchie," the instructor said, "And another twenty thousand each for the magazine spreads. You didn't know you had such a valuable pussy, did you? You girls have earned us more than a hundred thousand so far, or more than five thousand each, and we're just getting started. The interesting part is still to come!" At that moment the doors were flung open, and a pair of burly young men, who Debbie had seen around, assuming them to be club workers, entered, closing and locking the heavy doors behind them. The stern looking muscular men, wearing the club's t shirts, cords and sneakers, stood on either side of Barbie, giving her an additional dimension of authority. The naked girls, wearing only the spike heeled strap sandals, stood in shock against the far wall.
"Up to now its been a lark," Barbie said, "but from now on you cunts are here to stay, none of you will leave our control. As of now, you are all our permanent sex slaves!"
Debbie spoke up first. "What are you talking about? You can't keep us here against our will! What is going to happen to us?" Her voice was trembling, as were her big tits.
The luscious young exercise leader's response was to thrust her shapely hips forward and squeeze out of her well trained cunt what looked like a black knife handle. That was in fact what it was. Taking it in her hand, she suddenly flicked it, and a gleaming narrow six inch blade sprung out. She was armed, and had probably always carried the lethal concealed weapon in a place were it would be difficult to get to in a hurry, unless she never wore panties. Debbie blushed as she had that thought, and remembered once seeing Barbie take off her pantyhose with the crotch specially opened. She had assumed at the time that they were designed to let her poop and pee without taking them off, but she now realized they were to permit quick access to the weapon concealed inside the beautiful instructor's womb. Barbie was proving to be quite different than Debbie and the others had imagined. She wondered if the bitch had another weapon hidden in her colon.
Holding the knife high for all the girls to see, Barbie walked among the naked girls. They parted as she moved between them, and then they stood still but shaking in fear in their spike heeled sandals. The lock in the door at the other end of the exercise room turned, the door opened and the photographers came into the room, getting their cameras ready. They had all of the tits and cunt shots they wanted. Now they were expecting much more.
"We believe that an example will help you all to become co-operative," Barbie said to the gorgeous but trembling girls. "Also, today we have doubled your value. This group of men has paid a handsome fee, a thousand dollars each, to have the privilege to watch and photograph a terminal punishment." Two of the attractive nude young women who knew what she meant lost control of their bladders, spraying their hot yellow urine onto the floor.
"My Christ," the pretty young mathematician said, "They've paid thirty thousand dollars to watch you kill one of us?"
"That's right, honey cunt," the instructor said, "All in all, a very profitable deal for us. The going rate on a life like yours is only about five thousand." Barbie was now standing behind the least attractive of the twenty naked dance students, the chubby girl who's name was Corey. The chubby teenager was shorter than the others, and had a stocky build. She had been told she was allowed into this "special" class only because of her potential to lose weight, and because of her interesting figure, which was a reference to her round and long pointed tits.
"You have not lost any weight since joining our group," Barbie said to Corey.
"Well we've only been doing this for a couple of weeks," the girl said, almost in a whimper, her eyes glued to the gleaming blade in Barbie's hand.
"You have not learned the special moves I have tried so hard to teach you," Barbie said. "The other girls did them so seductively, but you barely went through the motions."
"Those aren't exercises, those moves you made us do were filthy, disgusting and debasing," Corey said.
"You forgot to mention degrading," Barbie reminded her. "The exercises were designed to help you develop your valuable femininity as well as to lose excess pounds. They were also used to help us grade and degrade all of you. For you, by the way, it was all degrading, and you have been degraded down to the lowest level, you fat gross piglet!" Suddenly Barbie grasped Corey by the nape of the neck, pulling her away from the rest of the group, kicking and screaming. The bright red high heeled sandals flashed as Corey kicked her legs like a captured rabbit, trying desperately to retain her balance.
"Watch this carefully," Barbie instructed the other nudes as she raised the knife. The photographers had their cameras ready and focused. "This is what can happen to all of you if you don't co-operate fully with us from now on, or when you have allowed yourself to be totally degraded to the level of this chubby bitch." She brought the sharp tip of the blade up under the base of Corey's left tit, then with surprising ease thrust the cold steel up into the soft breast, lifting the pliable female meat until the tip of the blade had penetrated the entire mammary, and sliced up through the top. Corey opened her mouth to scream, but the shock and pain were so great that no sound came from the straining throat. The equally shocked nudes screamed in horror as they watched the lovely Barbie rotate the narrow blade in the impaled tit, ripping the internal fatty titmeat.
The sound of frantically clicking cameras accompanied the shrill screams of the tit-skewered teen as the sharp steel blade was pulled outward, severely stretching the young girl's tortured mammary as it sliced through it, neatly cutting it in half as it parted the hard nipple.
"Do you all see now what can happen to you if you don't do as you are told, or when you have been deemed to be totally degraded?" Barbie asked.
"You monster!" Debbie shouted. She stared in disbelief at the girl's now ruined titmeat, with the screaming teenager's blood streaming down across her ribs and belly, making the glistening flesh gleam bright red.
"I can be tough when I need to be," Barbie coolly answered, and thrust the blade into Corey's right breast, so that blood now flowed freely down across the innocent girl's belly. With a practiced hand she skillfully sliced the long pointed breast completely off the stocky girl's chest. The long round liberated tit flopped down onto the floor, and rolled toward the gaggle of naked girls who cowered back against the wall in horror.
"Have you ever seen what a lovely young girl looks like inside?" Barbie asked. The bizarre question was clearly rhetorical. The girls stood in stunned silence. They had never seen a girl being ripped, although Debbie had once as a child been at her Uncle's farm, and had watched him butcher, hang and quarter a large hog. She had thought at the time how similar the body of the hog was to the torso of a person. The term "long pork" seemed appropriate, but in this case it was long sow. This chubby girl wasn't really that long, and was more like a pig than any other of the naked girls in the room. That made what Barbie had done no less repugnant, or what she was suggesting no less shocking.
The beautiful but cold-blooded jazzercize teacher suddenly and pitilessly thrust the knife into the pleading girl's groin beside her neatly trimmed cunt, then jerked it upward in a powerful move that sliced the chubby teenager's smooth belly open right up to her rib cage. Even in her state of shock, Debbie remembered the butchering of the hog on her Uncle's farm, and she noticed the remarkable similarity of the act. All that was really different was that the hog had first had its throat slit, so it was dead and was hanging by its hind legs when it was ripped open. The results for the pudgy teenaged girl were catastrophic. Corey's separated belly flesh spread wide, and the tight pack of her pinkish viscera slowly slithered out, just like the hog's had done, dropping as they were released from their confinement within the chubby young white bitch.
Most of the exercise class of beautiful naked young women began to puke, retching out their lunches at the outrageous sight of the pretty fat girl being butchered and disemboweled while alive, right before their eyes. The captive girls were now screaming their lungs out, a reaction that was completely understandable, under the circumstances. They were hysterical, their incredible nude bodies braced as if they were about to be bowled over, their faces red with their veins showing as they screamed and pissed in absolute horror. The photographers were having a field day, shooting the debauched gutting of the pretty teenager by the lovely fitness instructor, and the delightful reaction of the gorgeous nude aerobic dance class.
The accommodation was not as bad as she had feared. The girls were crowded into steel cages with five small cots in each cell, but the cots were comfortable, and the room was kept so warm that there was no need for blankets. They received clean sheets for their cots every second day, and were given five small but healthy meals every day. They also continued to do the twice daily workouts with Barbie. The burly guards were always present now, and they carried whips which they used liberally on the delicate female flesh to encourage the cooperation of the naked participants. Clearly whoever was in charge was interested in keeping the captive females fit and in top shape.
A list of special grading rules was posted on the back wall of each cell, instructing the girls about the grading and degrading system that would be imposed on them. They would be required to earn their keep, by enduring a regular routine of potentially debasing treatment. Upward grading as a result of their perfect performance meant small favors for the young female slaves, and degrading meant that the girls would have to undergo a penalty, daily, just to remain at their current level, and extra penalties to earn their way upward. The lower the level they reached, the more degrading the penalty. It was all made perfectly clear.
What the list of rules did not say was what the penalties to be imposed were, but the reference to debasing treatment was within reach of their vivid imaginations, and they cringed as they thought of what was possible. These immoral people who held them captive were going to abuse them for the amusement of paying customers, and they realized that their sense of sexual privacy was going to be severely invaded. To their horror, and supporting their worst fears, was the part they read in the posted rules that indicated explicitly that the ultimate penalty of total degradation meant that the slave girl who reached this lowest of levels would make the ultimate sacrifice. Any one who hit the bottom grade would suffer a fate similar to that of Corey. She would be mercilessly killed to satisfy the carnal lust of degenerate customers.
The girls were horrified to discover that another special class had begun, similar to their own, and that another had preceded them. They even got to briefly watch the new enthusiastic class of nude young women working out. They realized with horror that a constant supply of fresh female stock was absolutely necessary for the kind of operation in which they were being consumed. After three days in the small cells at the rear of the private health club, with twice daily workouts part of their regime, they were moved in a large padded van to a new location, and found there that the new cells were nearly identical to those they had been kept in at the small health club where they had been captured, with the exception that unlike the health club cells, there were no sinks or toilets in the new accommodations.
They mistakenly assumed that they would now get to use a real bathroom, and perhaps even have the luxury of soaking in a real hot bath. The girls were new at this, and had no idea what a prison could really be like, particularly one in which they were not protected by any laws other than those set for them by their captors. The slave girls still had no indication what the penalty or grading system involved, although the notice was also posted on the new cells they occupied. They also discovered that there was a new rule in place. In return for providing a full range of sexual services on demand to the two male guards, they were given a clean pail of warm water each morning. Within three days, all of the captive girls were freely and willingly prostituting themselves for a basic necessity.
The single pail of water was the only source for any use. They could drink it and then wash with it before they had to use the pail as a toilet. Their captors found this to be highly amusing. In the morning there was a scramble to first drink and then wash before they were finally able to relieve their packed bladders and colons. With five active girls held in each tiny cell, it did not take long before nature's call fouled their only source of water. The slave girls' only other supply of water was a single cup provided with their evening meal. The normal regime was broken from time to time when one of the girls was selected and taken out of the cell area to take part in a disgusting sexual performance, usually with one or both of the burly studs who took care of them.
When they returned they would share the experience with a full debriefing to all of the other inmates. Debbie had been taken out of the building to entertain at a party at a large mansion. She had been fitted with a tight ball gag, and was forced to submit to painful deep anal intercourse with a Great Dane. Another girl from her group who had been taken with her was hanged by her ankles from the high ceiling, and all evening the passing guests had thrust three inch long pins into her flesh, until by the end of the evening she had taken more than five hundred pins into her tender meat. Debbie had been forced to remove the pins, after both girls had the gags removed, and they provided great entertainment for the party guests as they screamed in horror at the abusive and degenerate treatment to which they were being forced to submit.
After eight days of the same kind of dehumanizing treatment, the entire group were instructed to urinate right after their lunch, and were then each given two glasses of a delicious white wine. When they had finished the treat, they were allowed to take a hot shower with lots of soap and shampoo. Then they were each given a simple yellow cotton shift to wear, like a short nightie, and they spent the rest of the afternoon having their hair done, so that by the supper hour the entire group of attractive young women had elegantly coiffed hair. When they were seated for supper, they could talk about nothing but their speculation on what was about to happen to them. One girl was convinced they were going to be released, while another said she was sure that the terrorists who had captured them were going to parade them for the press before making extravagant ransom demands.
Seven of the twenty girls were quite uncomfortable, being denied the right to relieve themselves, while most of the others were interested in getting to a bathroom. They were denied the right to empty their full bladders, and were instead served more of the delicious white wine with their meal. They were all encouraged to consume three large glasses of the diuretic alcohol each. None of them could resist the delicious wine after their long period of forced depravation, but by the time the meal was over, they all had sharp lower belly pains, with the compelling need to relieve themselves, any way that they could. Barbie took them into a part of the building they had never seen, into what turned out to be a dressing room. Here they were given extravagant gowns to wear, which were made of a transparent yellow silk, with long skirts that parted at the navel, leaving the pubic area and gorgeous legs of the well groomed slave girls fully exposed.
They dressed rapidly, with little trouble because there were no undergarments provided. The lovely slave girls did as they were bid quickly and without trouble, as they were all quite anxious to get to a toilet. They were each given a pair of perfectly fitting bright yellow high heeled shoes, and had a yellow ribbon tied into a bow in their hair. When each ravishing young bitch was decorated with bright yellow costume jewelry, consisting of large flashy earrings, bracelets and necklaces. The effect was stunning. They looked both gorgeous and cheap, and Barbie announced they were ready. She picked up a stiff riding crop, and slapped the nearest ass, striking the tender meat of a seventeen year old secretary. The severe blow quickly raised an angry red welt across the bare round buttock, letting the girls know that they had better follow orders to avoid the same treatment themselves.
She briefed the girls by telling them that down the hallway there was a special room, where a customer was waiting for them. He would be lying in a shallow tub. They were all to enter, and then one at a time, walk over him, with their legs spread on either side of him. They were to have their hands on their hips, with a stern haughty look on their faces. As they moved over him, he wanted them to urinate on him, giving him an extended golden shower of their hot piss. The gorgeous slave girls were shocked at the bizarre instructions, but the growing pressure in their bladders made the requirement a viable alternative to holding it back or taking a whipping for spilling their hot amber liquid where forbidden.
Barbie led the way, and before they entered the special room, she told them that they were to move slowly when they pissed on him, so that none of their urine was wasted, and that each should start just before the girl ahead of her had finished, so that there would be a constant flow of fresh lady piss onto the wealthy customer. The door was opened, and the gorgeous slave girls filed in. They saw a man who looked to be at least eighty lying on his back, naked in a shallow yellow plastic tub. He turned his head and smiled at the large group of beautiful slave women, with their pubic area and lean legs exposed, and their lovely full breasts fully visible through the transparent material of their lovely gowns.
Without encouragement, one of the bolder slave girls quickly moved forward. She had been exposed to the horrors from her captors enough to know that her cooperation was the only hope she had of eventual escape. With her gorgeous legs spread and a look more of disgust than haughtiness on her face, began pissing onto his naked body, spraying her steaming stream of transparent yellow urine onto his groin, splashing her piss over his shrunken and flaccid penis. She moved slowly upward across his torso as they had all been instructed to do, until she was spraying her piss over his face. He closed his eyes and opened his mouth wide, catching much of the acrid liquid on his false teeth and rapidly wagging tongue.
The second beautiful slave girl was quickly behind the first, after seeing how easy the disgusting task really was. Needing desperately to relieve herself, she let go a broad spray from her fleshy cunt across his naked genitals. As the first girl's rapid rivulet of urine diminished to a trickle, the man shouted out "Four!" The third girl was in position as the second finished with her supply, and the man shouted out "Three!" He continued to shout out numbers with each passage of a pissing slave girl, and the numbers ranged from an eight down to a one. The girls were soon crowding to get into the line, so that they could end their agony.
Debbie was thirteenth in line, and was going crazy with the sharp cramps from holding back her urgent need to urinate. When she finally got over him with her long slender legs spread, she released her load of piss in a sudden deluge, and was startled at how much force was in her rapid release. She had never pissed while standing before, and all she knew about her liquid excrement was that it sometimes made a loud splash in the toilet. The old man shouted "Six!" as she passed over his head. His penis had finally started to fill out and rise by the time she passed over him, having emptied most of her bladder into his mouth. When her torrential stream of hot piss was reduced to a trickle, she flexed her diaphragm, and managed to produce a second brief burst of her urine for him.
When each girl had finished her turn, the man lay in four inches of fresh warm female piss. The shallow tub was electrified, to keep the human urine he lay in warm. The slave girls were amazed at the size his penis had finally grown to. His eyes were closed, and he was masturbating himself as he lay there in ecstasy, tugging on his long thick fuck shaft, attempting to develop it to full rigidity. Barbie lined the slave girls up against a long wall in the order of the numbers the old man had shouted. She explained to them that they had just gone through a major degrading session. She also explained the numbers. A ten would not be degraded, and the eight was only degraded two points. The girl's blanched, as the average was less than five. Then the obvious question occurred to them almost in unison.
"What is a one?" the girl at the end of the line who had earned that low number asked.
"Corey was a one," Barbie explained to them. There was a sudden gasp. "There will only be four slaves sleeping in one of the cages tonight, instead of the usual five."
"Jesus," one of the three's said, "How do we earn our way back up if a ten just stays even?"
"Good question," Barbie said. "Every time you have been utilized as an entertainer, your performance has been critically evaluated. This time we thought it would be fun to let you see how your are doing. When you do everything exactly perfectly, and enjoy it, you can earn some small upgrading. We like to make the events as challenging as possible to make it more fun for the clients, because they are the ones who pay our bills, aren't they? But it is possible to make some tiny gains by being absolutely perfect. That's the only way to get ahead, and you can only work up one point at a time. The system is new, and may have to be adjusted as we go along, because we wouldn't want you moving back up too fast, but I think it will serve our purposes perfectly. You have to be perfect every time to make any progress at all. Isn't that going to be fun?" The "one" and the three "two's" were vomiting, and three of the "threes and a couple of "fours" were squatting and dropping fresh steaming feces on the floor. This was much more serious than they had imagined, even after watching the brutal butchery of Corey.
"This is great!" Barbie said, displaying her usual bright enthusiasm. "Two's and "one's are expected to puke when they find out, so we don't mind, but those who were higher and have messed have just been degraded another point!" The girls screamed, with those who had been further degraded putting in the most energy. Barbie separated Mona, the gorgeous girl who had been given a "one" rating, from the rest of the group, using her riding crop, bringing the stunned bitch back to life with a series of vicious blows across her bulging tits.
"Get out of that dress, bitch!" Barbie screamed at the quivering girl. "This slut had dropped to a shit rating," she said to the rest of the girls. "It was really easy to do, because she did not follow my explicit instructions."
"We all pissed on him," one of the new "two's" said. "How could we do it better?"
Barbie flicked at Mona with the riding crop as the terrified slave girl pulled the gown off. "She started pissing before she got to him," Mona said, "and she ran out of piss when she got to his face. Also, she looked at him with fear. That was not my instruction regarding look."
"And how did I lose two points?" asked Sheilah, the single "eight", who's score was higher than any of the others.
"That was entirely up to the client," Barbie said, "he obviously didn't think you were perfect. It was fair for everybody," Barbie said.
"Jesus, this is out of control!" said Janice, one of the "six's". "I did everything you told us to."
"You're making this very easy, bitch," Barbie said. "You did well to come in with a "six", but you've just made another move. You're now a "five". To make her point, Barbie brought the stiff riding crop up rapidly between Jan's legs, striking her exposed vagina with a savage blow, bringing a ringing scream from the gorgeous young woman, who's pride was as brutally injured as her whip-bruised cunt.
"From now on I don't want to hear a word from any of you unless I ask for it," Barbie said.
"If we talk, what are you going to do, kill us?" sobbed Mona, as she kicked the gown away with her lovely foot. She still wore the yellow heels, but was otherwise naked, and she looked breath taking, with her incredible body and beautifully coiffed hair. Mona was particularly attractive because of her demeanor. The lovely young lady with the large firm breasts, narrow waist and long lean legs was terrified, and was both quivering and sobbing uncontrollably, demonstrating her well founded fear that she was about to die. The old man had finally produced for himself a raging hard on, and he got up out of the piss bath, dripping with the girls' acrid urine. Fortunately there was a small open shower in the room, and he got into it. As he showered, the naked Mona was given a scoop, a pail of soapy water and a mop to clean up the vomit and fecal material from the floor.
With encouragement from Barbie's riding crop across her buttocks and breasts, she worked quickly, and with the efficient air conditioning system, only the aroma of the warm urine in the tub remained in the room, and the air currents kept that tangy scent to a manageable level. Mona completed her unpleasant task as the old man stepped out of the shower. The room was warm enough that he did not bother to dry himself after his shower. He moved over toward the group of foxy slave girls in their short transparent yellow dresses with a lecherous grin.
"Let's get on with it," he said to Barbie. "I'm not paying to have these luscious cunts standing around."
Barbie opened the long roll-top of the cupboards built along one wall. Laid out neatly on top of the uncovered bench was a remarkable array of dildos, of varying sizes. The smallest could only be described as medium, with the remainder ranging from extra large to monstrous. Against the back of the counter, almost unnoticed, was a six foot long tapered steel shaft, an inch and a quarter thick at the pointed end, and four inches thick at the other, which then flared out to a broad base, with bolt holes to attach it to a solid flat surface. The girls squealed in alarm when they saw the terrifying tools of masturbation. These were clearly not designed for the pleasure of the user, as they were all covered with extensive patterns of lumps and ridges that stood out more than a quarter inch high. As well, there were a series of small holes in the sides of the devices, and a strange twist knob at the base of each of them.
Barbie began handing them to the slave girls. The lower the number of their degradation ranking, the larger the self-fucking device they were given. These innocent young slave girls were quaking at the thought of placing these large implements of torture into their tight vaginas. Sheilah, the "eight", received the eight inch by two inch dildo, which was the smallest of all the insertion instruments handed out. Also, the knobs on it were soft ended and rounded. She was grinning at the others, who had extra large to monstrous devices to insert into their most private parts. The unfortunate girls who had been degraded to the level of two were given cunt plugs that were ten inches by a full four inches thick. In addition, these heinous devices were equipped with rigid, brass tipped horns that stood out and sloped back, so that they would make insertion painful, and would dig in and make extraction very difficult.
This was not going to a fun event, and to make sure it happened as Barbie commanded, the two burly guards armed with their vicious whips joined them. The men rolled in a raised platform which was mounted on large rubber castors, and Debbie was startled when she noticed that in the center of the four foot by eight foot deck was a set of stout half inch stove bolts. She and the others suddenly looked at Mona, who had not been given a dildo. The slave girls' eyes all shot to the long shaft lying on the bench, at its pointed tip, its six foot long tapered shaft, and the broad base with the bolt holes, and they all suddenly screamed in unison. They watched as the men lifted the heavy tapered steel shaft and lowered its base onto the perfectly fitting set of bolts. The big nuts and a large wrench to fasten them were on the bench, and in minutes, the shiny shaft was standing erect, firmly fastened in place on the special stage.
The slave girls saw now that the shaft had a ring engraved every four inches along its length. The rings near the pointed end were painted fluorescent green, and one foot along they became bright orange, and after two feet the rings were all painted red. They would mark the progression of the shaft into the victim, from safe, to dangerous, to death. A pair of special telescoping hydraulic metal drums, one foot high by one foot wide, were placed on either side of the shaft, and Mona was lifted onto them, with one foot planted on each.
The gorgeous young Mona was so terrified that she was hardly able to comprehend the horror of the event that was about to happen to her. Standing raised in this position on the barrels on the elevated platform, everyone got to look up at her, with a clear view of her impending impalement. There was no question in the minds of any of the captive girls that Mona was about to be killed by impalement on that horrible shaft. The only question that entered their minds was, would the shaft enter her vagina or anus?
A lever controlled the height of the two round stands Mona stood on, and Barbie activated it. Slowly Mona was lifted upward, her spread legs immaculate in the yellow spike heeled shoes. The polished steel shaft was pressed against her belly and chest between her large breasts, with the pointed tip resting just below her chin. The men stood on either side of her to ensure that she did not attempt to step off the twin stands. The beautiful naked young woman was too traumatized to make a move. The old man stood naked in front of her, watching in fascination as the shaft slid slowly down across her tight belly as she was lifted by the hydraulic drums. The hydraulic drums raised up more than three feet high, and at last the blunt point of the horrendous shaft slid across her pretty vagina as the hydraulic stands reached their maximum height. The old man who was paying the owners of the white slaves for this outrageous evening of bizarre entertainment was jerking on his large penis with both hands, causing his big balls to swing in their loose sack between his legs.
Without hesitation, Barbie reversed the control lever, but the downward movement of the telescopic stands was very slow, in that the elevation was a power process, but the lowering depended upon the slow release of hydraulic fluid, driven mainly by Mona's weight. Barbie moved behind Mona, and grasping the tanned nude's firm shapely hips, she positioned Mona so that her anus came into contact with the cold steel of the shaft's pointed tip. The metal was dry, and so was Mona's tight puckered rectum, so she would receive no assistance from lubrication in taking the thick shaft into herself. The shaft was pressed tightly against the naked young woman's fundament, filling the small hollow between her buttocks. The hydraulic stands supporting her feet crept gently downward, until most of her weight rested on the pointed head of the long shaft. She pressed up onto her tiptoes, but that increased the pressure on the drums, which slowly dropped further.
When her anus could no longer take the increasing pressure, the cold shaft pressed open her rectum and rudely slid up into her, occupying her colon. Mona remained up on her tiptoes, but made no other resistance, and she threw her head back and screamed out her outrage at the dehumanizing invasion. Everyone had been holding their breath, and there was a moan of despair from the elevated naked female victim as her colon was totally invaded. She no longer stood on her toes, and the she was twisting and writhing to ease the discomfort of the slowly sliding steel.
The old man's face was red, and he was beating his meat in a steady rhythm as the luscious slave girl was approaching the second ring on the invading shaft, marking eight inches of anal penetration. He had picked her himself to face death, by degrading her in a single move to a "one". Her hands had been left free, because there was no way she could use them to assist herself in escaping a horrible death by impalement.
"Don't just stand around gawking," Barbie said to the rest of the slave girls, "Get those dildos into your assholes." There was a screech of horror as the girls heard her. They had expected they would be forced to take the large devices into their more pliable fuck holes.
Sheilah shrieked. She had assumed that the medium sized tool she had been given was to be accommodated in her cunt, which could take it in nicely. Instead, she would have to endure the pain and humiliation of stretching her anus open with the ridged shaft. The plastic shaft was thicker than any stool she had ever passed. The other girls were in even worse shape. They faced the imposing task of inserting the impossibly large and knurled dildos into their tight assholes. The revealing cut of their gowns gave them full access to their tight assholes, but no privacy as they went at their difficult and painful task, with compelling encouragement provided by the men and their highly effective whips. The whips were the worst of the experience. The thin material of the gowns did nothing to protect them from the sting of the lash. The whips found their breasts and backs, and the only relief was to obey and attempt to insert the big ridged artificial phalli into their tiny rectums.
They all soon discovered that the only way to exert sufficient force was to place the base of the device on the floor and then to squat over it. Without lubrication, this was both difficult and painful. That was the intent, and Barbie kept close watch on the lovely struggling slave girls, using her stiff riding crop on the legs, buttocks, backs and dangling breasts of those that the men were missing. A scream from Mona drew everyone's attention. Besides being the only totally naked female in the room, she was the most interesting for another reason. She was on her toes again, her feet arched to the limit in the yellow high heeled shoes, and her anus was now gripping the shaft in her colon near the one foot mark.
The tapered shaft was an inch and a half thick at this point, and it was clearly completely filling her colon, and her pretty pink rectum was stretched tightly to hold it. She had taken in as much of the shaft as she could accommodate without the tip puncturing her intestine, driving on up into her inner tangle of guts. That was what was about to happen. The pointed tip of the shaft had reached the first tight bend in her large intestine, one which it could not negotiate, and her scream had come from the pressure the steel tip was exerting from taking her weight, attempting to break its way through. The small round hydraulic platforms which Mona stood on continued to gradually drop, so that more and more of her weight was transferred to the tapered steel shaft filling her agonized colon. She writhed in agony, her hands caressing her naked torso and magnificent full breasts as the shaft pressed mercilessly upward, driven on by her own descending weight.
The naked male client reached forward and handled her tender calf. She kicked out at him, as he knew she would, and this sudden shift in weight turned the tide. She got her foot back on the top of the small round platform quickly, but she was too late, as the steel shaft thrust through the rubbery wall of her large intestine, and burst up into her guts. Her anus had now reached the fifth ring, revealing that the tapered shaft was now penetrating more than twenty inches into her. The nineteen other slave girls, still wearing their gowns, were sitting on the large ridged dildos provided them, and one by one were successful in getting their buttocks down to the floor, by taking the monstrous devices into their colons. Each fresh painful penetration was announced by the sharp scream of the girl experiencing the intrusion.
The three girls with the largest devices were the last to complete their task, and were successful only by rupturing their tight anus rings with the impossibly large dildos. As soon as the last dildo was gripped in its new warm home, Barbie instructed the squatting slave girls to remove the firmly encases butt plugs from their tightly stretched assholes. The captive girls attempted to comply, and were startled to find that removal was more difficult and painful than the insertion of the monstrous devices. It took the assistance of both men to jerk the four inch thick devices out of the screaming girls that had rated their use, and the metal tipped prongs ripped the walls of their colons and their ruptured anus rings. A rag soaked in alcohol on the end of a shaft was thrust up into the damaged female assholes, bringing screams of pain and indignation, but stopping the worst of the bleeding.
The dildos were now soiled, coated with bits of their brown offal as they came out of the girls' shit chutes, and filthy devices were once again lined up along the bench. Next the dildos were redistributed, so that none of the slave girls had the dildo she had taken into her anus. The beautiful abused slave girls were instructed to now encunt themselves with the artificial phallic weapons, fouled with another girl's excrement. Debbie was horrified at the prospect of placing the filthy device coated with one of the other woman's warm shit into her most private place, but the violent decent of Barbie's rigid riding crop across the top of her beautiful breasts brought a flash of searing pain, and convinced her that there was little choice. She placed the rounded tip of the horrible device against the spread lips of her vagina, and then gingerly lowered her weight onto it. She could feel the smooth rubber pressing against her tender sex organ, and she could also feel the softer and warmer fecal material from another woman's anus that was coating it. The recent anal use of the dildos added some lubrication, vile as it was, and the insertion into her womb was not as difficult as the first round into her anus had been, even tough the device she had been given was much larger than she had taken into herself rectally.
When all the girls had managed to encunt themselves with the filthy dildos, they were instructed to remain squatting, and to lean back against the wall, presenting their stuffed cunts to the two male assistants. That was when they learned, one by one, what the rows of holes in the sides of the plastic pricks and the turning knobs on the bottom of the devices were for. The men turned the recessed levers on the exposed ends of the dildos, moving a mechanism inside the large devices, and an internal set of heinous spikes pressed out through the holes, which were driven into the tough meat of the captive women's fuck muscles. The spikes grabbed the cock-gripping muscles, and dug in deeply, bringing forward incredible screams from the startled slave girls.
"Okay, now the floor hooks," the old man said. Barbie and her two male assistants moved the slave girls over a row of eye hooks driven into the floor. With the beautiful young bitches squatting over the hooks, then they used S hooks to attach the dildos to the eye-bolts. The girls were forced to remain squatting, anchored by their lovely cunts to the floor.
"Get up!" shouted the old man, "All of you, stand up!" Debbie strained to stand, and almost passed out from the pain in her cunt. The rods digging into the walls of her cunt were holding the dildo in fast. Suddenly the vicious whips were brought back into action, and the desired response was immediate. The pain was so great that several of the nineteen girls shit themselves, depositing long stools on the floor behind their floor hooks. One by one, the beautiful white slave bitches, screaming and sobbing in pain, jerked themselves up, agonizing as they ripped the huge spiked dildos out of their vaginas. The results for some of them were devastating, as the spikes on the dildos came out of them bearing chunks of fresh cunt meat. For all of them there was gushing blood from their torn sex organs, and they all stood sobbing uncontrollably from the abusive damage that had been done to them, for the entertainment of the old masturbating elf.
Mona saw the others standing with their blood dripping from their damaged vaginas, with the naked old man who was paying for this unbridled lechery jerking his huge cock with both hands, and in a fit of anguish she gave a final scream of total resignation, and lifted her gorgeous legs, and by doing so placed all of her weight on the shaft in her asshole and innards. The rate of sinking was greatly accelerated, and she didn't stop until she hit the two foot ring on the tapered shaft, at which point the steel pole was much too thick to penetrate her ruptured anus further. Suddenly the old man leaped up and thrust his huge dick up into Mona's warm damp cunt, and he wrapped his arms and legs around her adding his weight to hers. This made the difference, and she continued to slide down the impaling pole, as her anus split wide open from the incredible force.
The man ejaculated into her as she dropped, and he was in full orgasm as her buttocks and his balls reached the platform. He looked up, amazed that nearly three feet of the shaft stuck out her gaping mouth. He was perfectly satisfied that he had got his money's worth from the establishment, and he watched as the nineteen gorgeous young ladies in their transparent yellow gowns and spike heels, with blood dripping from their damaged anuses and vaginas, were ushered out of the room. Debbie was near the end of the line of exiting women, and she watched as Barbie gave the lecherous old elf a butcher knife, so that he could disembowel the impaled Mona to complete his experience. She was too shocked to even scream as she saw the blade enter the tight belly of the impaled slave girl. At least Mona was dead, and would not experience this absolute degradation to her gorgeous carcass. That made two of the captive class these horrible people had killed so far. She wondered how many others would die in this hellish bordello before she regained her freedom. Debbie shuddered as the girls were stripped naked and escorted back into their holding cells, and as she thought about how things were going, she knew for certain she would never escape alive. She wondered when and how she would end her life in this incredible hell.
THE END of PART 1
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