There was no air conditioning in the small holding cell area, and the naked young women, packed in five to a cell, were starting to smell from heat and the lack of water to clean themselves. Making the situation even more volatile was the fact that the excrement buckets were not emptied until the end of each day. The collected crap and piss festered in the buckets all day, making the air difficult to breathe. The incredible Down Grading Brothel in which these young secretaries and business professionals now found themselves captive was anything but pleasant. What was worse, they all knew that things would only get worse for them as time progressed.
Before they performed they were always bathed and perfumed, so that the clients would never know how inhuman their treatment was. Her captors would never treat animals as inhumanely as the slave girls were treated, but she was also certain had more regard for animals than they had for human females. She once had seen the kennels, where the large dogs were allowed to run and play in a large back yard. The kennels were spotless, and were cleaned of the dog droppings several times a day. The slave women were afforded no such luxury.
The degrading system they were given was based upon performance and cooperation. Each point of degradation took them closer to the big zero score. A girl who had earned a zero would be a likely victim at the next snuff session, whenever a client had the money to pay for such a debauched event. Because butchery shows were a specialty of the infamous whorehouse, chances were a girl would be killed for the entertainment of special clients before she could earn back a point. A slide down the scale could happen easily, at the whim of their vicious mistress. On the other hand, it was extremely difficult to climb up the grade scale, which was the only way a slave girl could improve her lot. All of these very attractive and fit young ladies was aware of the seriousness of their situation, and they felt equally powerless to do anything about it.
Debbie had been a promising young legal secretary, and had improved her chances for advancement at the company by dressing in spectacular outfits with bright colors, high hemlines and low cuts in front and back. She also worked out regularly at a downtown fitness club to keep in shape and attractive. The club happened to be a recruitment point for the bordello's slaves, and after they had run a secret background check on their beautiful young client, she had found herself an inmate at the incredible bordello, serving as much worse that a prostitute. She was a true sex slave, with her very life on the line with everything she did. There was no possibility or hope of escape. The only thing the girls could work for was to prolong how long it would take for them to be the feature performer in a snuff show.
The only thing Debbie liked about this enslavement in the terrible brothel was the daily physical workouts the girls were required to take part in, led by the merciless jock-bitch Barbie. She loved to be in shape, and these workouts ensured that all of the girls were in top shape. It was through Barbie's class in aerobics at that downtown exercise club they had all come to become members of this sorority of slave girls.
Because the young women in the aerobics class were all upwardly mobile young career woman, or worked in companies where high heels were a part of the expected dress code for women, Barbie had got them all doing their energetic workouts in high heels. She had also convinced the impressionable young women they could monitor their own progress better if they were, with the exception of the heels, naked during their workouts. It had seemed a lark at first to most of them, but then they had discovered that the big mirror on one wall where they were doing their nude workouts was a screen for amateur photographers, who spent the entire session getting amazing shots of the dancing and posturing nudes.
The nature of that mirror was revealed to them only when the club was prepared to take them captive, to give them their first taste of degradation. They were all enormously humiliated by the discovery, but was nothing compared to what they faced in their new life. Being unknowingly photographed with everything hanging out at in that exercise room at the city's most upbeat aerobics club was very degrading, and set the tone for this total enslavement in which they now found themselves.
What Debbie liked least about her enslavement was the terror that filled every waking moment, and the horror of the punishments. To Debbie's personal knowledge, two female slaves had been mercilessly and horribly killed here, as part of the entertainment provided for some of its incredibly debauched clients. The slave girls were forced to do disgusting things, some of them injuring. When Mona had been impaled on that long shaft she was forced to slide down, all the others had been forced to sit on monstrous spiked dildos, and most of them had taken two weeks to fully recover from the internal injuries to their vaginas and rectums. They might never recover from the injury to their spirits.
Even while they were still damaged inside with injuries to their vaginas and colons, they were forced to take part in a disgusting exhibition. Just two days after the impaling of Mona, the local chapter of a paraplegic club sponsored a Dog & Bitch night. The chairs were taken out of the theater, because the guests all had wheelchairs. The tables were kept full of beer, and a country band played raunchy songs with filthy lyrics to get the guests into the spirit things..
Debbie was one of a dozen girls well enough to be used for the evening. From the outside, she looked fine. There were also a dozen male dancers, and all of the entertainers were dressed in western outfits of tight jeans and boots, plaid shirts and bandanas, and cowboy hats. The only unusual part of the costume was that under the bandanas the girls all wore stiff leather collars around their necks. They were not sure if the men also had them.
Six new slave girls were used as waitresses, slinging trays loaded with big mugs of beer. These girls were less modest in their attire. They wore broad cowboy belts with huge brass buckles, high heeled cowgirl boots, bandannas, and cowgirl hats. They were otherwise stark naked. They had been "recruited" at a tanning salon, in the same way Debbie had been "recruited" at an up-scale exercise gym. All of the topless and bottomless waitresses had well tanned hides, and looked as if they had just come in off the range.
Debbie and the other fully clothed slave girls danced on the stage, at first as couples with the men, then as solos, thrusting and gyrating their hips in more than suggestive ways, as they had been told to do. Although fully clothed, their dance became lewd and profane. The girls had been well prepared for the performance, and knew well what was at stake should any of them disappoint their masters. They boldly fondled their genitals, the men rubbing the bulges in their jeans and the girls provocatively sliding their hands over their breasts and spread crotches with an apparent sexual fervor driven by the wish to survive. They all knew their lives were at stake..
Debbie did not know how the performance would end, nor all the details of her involvement. One thing was certain: none of them were going to be fucked by the paraplegic customers. She knew for a fact that these guys were incapable of getting it up. That made the girls more confident, and to be more rude in their suggestive dancing. The girls had been told what they needed to know about how the evening was to progress, but not how it would end.
The script for the evening called for them to get damp because of their growing sexual excitement. The girls had been taught to fake the sexual moisture by releasing a little urine. They were sure that the boys had done the same thing. At any rate, they squealed in faked surprise at the spreading dark damp spots on their jeans, and did a strip for the cheering and jeering audience. One girl, a pretty but nervous young bitch named Lois, accidentally released too much of her piss, and it ran down the inside of her leg into her boot, making a dark line that revealed to those quick enough to catch it what she had done. She covered up her accident well, turning so that the inside of that pant leg faced away from the audience, and then she got out of her jeans more quickly than the others.
The girls all knew what it meant when Barbie called out sweetly in her impish voice "minus three!" It went over the heads of the disabled guests, but the slave girl was shaking when she heard the sweet voice ring out the downgrading. She had been a four, and by pissing her pants on stage she had promptly slipped down to a one. It was a tribute to the training and discipline, mostly to Barbie's remarkable skills, that Lois continued the performance, knowing she had at that moment been judged to be no more than dead meat.
One slip of the bladder had, she believed, condemned her to death. She did not know when, but she was certain that she would not be permitted to make up ground now that she had been degraded to such a low mark. This was not a play game, it was for real. Lois knew that her beautiful body would soon become the target for a staged killing, for the entertainment of a customer or audience. What she also did not know was if it would be tonight, or if she would be saved for another terrifying event.
The men did not strip. Instead they pulled down the zippers on their jeans, that ran right through their crotches and up to the belt line at the back, totally freeing their jutting cocks and swinging balls. These guys had been hired because not only could they dance, but they were all incredibly well hung. What a waste, Debbie thought, they're probably all gay.
The girls were soon all naked and on their hands and knees. They swayed from side to side as they faced the audience so that their breasts dangled and swung in a titillating manner. The men in their wheelchairs were having a ball. The male dancers on stage reached into their plaid shirts and pulled out leashes that had been wrapped around their waists. They clipped these onto the collars of the kneeling ladies. Now they walked the girls like dogs, forcing them to crawl around the stage on parade. Barbie stood at the side of the stage with her note pad, and from time to time called out the name of a performer and the change in her grading. All of them lost ground.
When they had completed four full circuits of the stage, giving the paraplegic audience a show of their genitals and their total subservience to their masters, the men stood facing the audience. They had their bitches kneel before them, with their backs to the men in wheelchairs. The men pulled their belts out of their jeans, and used them to slap the asses of the kneeling bitches, to encourage them to spread their knees, providing the disabled audience with a full view of their genitals. The girls were instructed to suck the men, taking their raging pricks deep into their throats.
The waitresses, new to the brothel, were shocked at what they were seeing, but had learned enough to know not to protest. As long as the beer kept flowing, all they had to endure was the probing hands of the customers, who fondled their breasts, buttocks, and probed their vaginas as they served the beer.
The make-believe cowboys used their belts to brutally lash the girls' buttocks as they gave them head, being sure to get in firm strokes of the lashing belts to their cunts and rectums as well. The whipping was severe, and two of the girls were now dripping a bit of blood that leaked from the split lips of their exposed vaginas. The whipping alone was not enough to do it, but it aggravated the internal wounds from the horrendous ripping to their wombs just two days before. Barbie explained to the all-male audience that it was a woman's thing, inferring that the two cunts were menstruating. The male audience loved it.
The tempo of the deep throat face fucks increased, as did the lash of the belts on the naked ladies. The show band was playing a fast-paced country song, and the girls could feel the pricks stiffening in their throats. As the song neared its end, Barbie began a countdown. When she reached "0", the men all suddenly pulled out of the gaping mouths, and spurted great gobs of sperm all over the faces of the kneeling slave girls. The timing was incredible. These guys were good!
The paraplegics pounded the tables with their beer bottles in delight at the degenerate scene. Even the boys in the band looked embarrassed, but they were being well paid to perform, and they kept the dirty music coming.
Eleven of the twelve debased slave bitches were lined up along the back of the stage, squatting with their knees apart to reveal their cunts, as cum dripped from their pretty faces. A low bench was brought onto the stage, and Lois was forced to lie back on it, face up. Her ankles and wrists were manacled to the legs of the bench, and she struggled there helplessly as one of the bordello's specially trained large hounds was brought on stage. The beast's penis was fully extended, and it was an imposing weapon. The tall slender black haired girl's eyes bulged in terror as she saw she was in for a brutal bestial fuck!
Lois knew better than to complain. She was aware that the slightest mistake could cause her death. If there was to be any chance for survival, she would have to cooperate fully with her degenerate owners. She was going to have to take the animal's long fat penis into her wounded cunt. She was going to have to make love to a dog!
The other slave girls, the bitches on leads like dogs, watched quivering in horror as the big animal approached the shackled nude, who lay fully exposed to the canine's investigating nose. The dog had been orally serviced by one of the brothel's older suck-up women. These were voluptuous prostitutes who were past their peek, and no longer as physically attractive to men as the trim slave women who gave the brothel its reputation. They were even past the point where they could earn the brothel money by being butchered in a snuff performance. These older bitches were kept on because they had the skills developed by extensive experience at arousing penises to rigid erection with their mouths. Even canine penises.
The woman backstage had done her job well. The dog was fully aroused, and was equally well trained. It wasted little time in climbing into position and mounting the prostrate slave girl. The audience was impressed at how well the dog had adapted to human coupling. With several rapid thrusts, and matching screams from Lois, the animal mastered her, fully penetrating her womb as if it were going home.
Lois surprised everyone by matching the movement of the dog, and encouraging it to fuck her more strenuously. Like all of the other captive girls, she was consciously trying to earn brownie points from Barbie, and the devious mistress took note. For the first time the unobtrusive girl was becoming not only assertive, but aggressive in her attempt to avoid the final and ultimate degrading. Barbie realized the bitch had potential to make the brothel and her boss a great deal of money with her final act. This group had not paid the price for the big act. All they wanted was a show of nasty sex, and that was what they got.
The dog was one of four at the brothel. All of them had come from the same kennel, and had been specially bred and trained to master women. They were a cross between Great Danes, for their size and muscle tone; Bloodhounds, for their great history of sexual activity with human females; and Greyhounds, for their stamina and endurance. The kennel produced most of the huge dogs used by brothels and sex shows. The brothels paid handsomely for the talented dogs, and also provided the kennel with women, street whores and call-girls used to train the dogs. It was a punishment for whores who got too independent, and a week at the kennel being forced to mate with eager canine students corrected any bitch that thought she was important.
The lady spent her visit naked in the narrow run with the dog she was to train. She was only allowed out of the run for an hour at a time, no more than four times a day, and only after she had successfully coupled with the dog. She was required to perform with the big hounds in several positions, making the animal completely at ease taking a woman whenever and however it pleased. Normally, a hound would only mount a woman twice a day, so it took special attention to get the beast to do extra duty. Instead of remaining an unwilling victim, the nude girls caged with the dogs quickly became the their trainers, displaying their genitals, and posturing to encourage the animals to mount them.
The dog that mounted Lois was experienced, and had been given such good training that it could get it up quickly, would mount readily, and had the endurance to make the bestial fuck an entertaining spectacle for the paying audience. It did. The beast also had such a huge phallus that it stretched her womb to the limit. At the same time, its thrusting hammered against the back of her womb, painfully bruising her with the force. The huge ball at the base of the canine penis swelled inside her to painfully lock the animal in, and it took more than half an hour of brutal fucking before the beast was satiated, and the ball shrunk to permit withdrawal. The only good thing for the violated bitch, Debbie thought, was that by polluting her cunt with this bestial fucking, it seemed she would not have to perform again for a week. The damage would make her too sore to even smile for at least a week.
Two weeks later there was a special group that came in, requiring special attention. It was a convention of the Excessive Gourmets. These were people who derived pleasure from eating the unusual. They travelled the world to find new culinary adventures, and took delight in shocking each other and mystifying the locals with the things they would eat. They had been the theme of a motion picture in the sixties called Mondo Cane, and had acquired a large following because of the notoriety the film had brought them.
The had dined on garlic maggots with champagne in London. In Milan they had feasted on newborn kittens, skinned alive and dropped into a boiling sauce the instant they emerged from their mother's womb. Fifty female cats had been specially bred to produce at the required time. In Madrid they had enjoyed the gently roasted penises of horses, with pureed testicle sauce. They were a brave group of adventurers, continually seeking new thrills for their palates wherever they could find them.
It had been only a matter of time until they made their first exploration of the potential of human flesh. For their first venture in this forbidden area they had found a surgeon who wished to join their exclusive club. They set a special initiation for him: he was required to provide them with the sound limb of a healthy and robust twelve year old girl. To do so it was necessary for him to produce a fake medical report regarding a dangerous cancer, to amputate the child's good leg, to perform an amputation, and then to spirit the freshly removed limb away to the hotel where it was to be prepared. The escapade had gone without a hitch, and they had enjoyed a remarkable meal of human venison.
The habit had caught on, and now, after more than a decade of development of their explorations of cannibalism (although they never thought of their new appetite in those terms), they were very sophisticated gourmets of human female meat. They no longer simply took parts from healthy females. The event was soon centered on the killing and preparation of the beautiful young victims. It was more an adventure in forbidden erotic food. The all-male group kept it erotic by restricting their victims to young women, who they degraded sexually and they killed just before they cooked and ate them. Recently they had taken to cooking the young ladies while they were still alive. The last was a teenage girl they had cleaned with extensive enemas, then had boiled her alive like a lobster. The difference from earlier boilings of women was that they had seated her in a huge pot of cold water, then very slowly heated it until at last they brought it to the boil.
That way they associated the feast with the erotic pleasure they experienced from the sexual violence they treated their female victims to. They chose only well conditioned women for their meals. They found that those who got little exercise tasted muddy, while the meat of those who were excessive fitness freaks tended to be too tough. The best meat was from women who exercised at least three times per week, and who kept up their weight with a well rounded diet.
Barbie let the slave girls know that a group from the infamous club was coming to the Down Grading Brothel to feast on one of the slave girls. The Gourmet Club executive had discovered through one of their members that the exceptional female slaves who worked the remarkable brothel were kept in great shape, and were available to be killed for the pleasure of the guests, for the right price. These people were very powerful, and the price the house would charge for such an event fell well within their budget. Their gatherings to explore the value of young ladies as food were held somewhere on the globe monthly, although attendance by any individual member was perhaps no more than twice a year.
They travelled the world extensively, to seek out new culinary thrills, and to avoid any apparent pattern to the permanent disappearance of young ladies. They were no longer interested in fresh cut parts of ladies, such as happened in their first such experiment. Now they not be happy unless they selected their favorite cuts from a live woman, and then watched the cut being taken from the body of the living victim. The only exception was when a female was to be cooked whole.
The Down Grade Brothel offered the perfect living victims, beautiful young slave girls in prime shape, available for whatever debauchery the clients had in mind. The Excessive Gourmets Club had bought an exclusive package of entertainment, and was arriving for an incredible party tonight. They had purchased the lives of two of the slave girls, and the services of a full stable of beauties. Which girls they would using for their nefarious purposes would be decided during the early part of the festivities. Barbie had let the girls know that one of them would be selected to furnish the main course of the banquet. For now she kept it a secret that two of them were to become exotic meat.
None of them knew who was to become the main course of the banquet, so they were all given the preliminary preparations for cooking. Each of the thirty girls was given a series of three deep enemas, fully flushing her entire system. After the third load of warm water, they had to squat for half an hour, until they had completely evacuated the pink perfumed liquid from their intestines. Their digestive tracks were perfectly cleaned. This thorough internal flushing meant they could be cooked alive without evisceration, with no danger of contamination or disflavoring of their meat.
Then they were each given a special hair do. Some of them had their hair neatly braided into a tight French braid, and others had long braids that were looped back into the back of their heads. Small flowers were woven into their hair, and their faces were done up with special natural food-quality make-up, to lighten and brighten their appearance. They all looked very beautiful by the time the hair and cosmetics were done.
Three of the visitors' executive chefs watched the preparations of the slave girls through one-way mirrors, to inspect the human venison for human consumption. They had earlier inspected their health records, and now they were inspecting the live meat on the hoof. These enslaved young professionals and executive secretaries made perfect bitchmeat. They were fit, ambitious, attractive, and had the figures that made their preparation as exotic food a pleasure for the chefs and the diners. They had met the standards for health and fitness, and now met the standards for erotic appearance.
They were all were fitted with spike heeled open topped sandals, with cords that wrapped their legs right up to the top of their calves, just below the knee. The heels most of them wore were four inches high, but the three girls that were graded down to one or zero were given five inch heels, which were very provocative but difficult to walk in. This would ensure that they would have little chance of improving their grading. They could survive only by others dropping to join their level. That uncertainty always made things more interesting for the slave girls, and kept them on their toes, striving to please their stern masters and to improve their grade.
Finally, all of the slave girls were fitted with small togas, made of a diaphanous material that was translucent. These white togas came only to their buttocks, so that they would not in the least interfere with the view of their incredible feet, ankles and legs, all displayed to their best advantage in those remarkable shoes. The material of the togas allowed the color as well as the thrust of their erect nipples to be seen. The material was course enough to cause some agitation to the girls' nipples with any movement, to ensure that the sensual buds remained erect and thrusting.
The hem lines on the impudent togas were high enough that their vulvas were well displayed to the reclining guests, who took delight in reaching up as the girls would pass to finger their vaginal charms. Each girl had explicit instructions to pause when she was being sexually assaulted, until the guest had completed his deep probing of her organ. They were directed to spread their knees wide, and to thrust as if evacuating, to open the depths of their wombs to the guest's inquisitive fingers.
Barbie took great delight in letting her girls know the purpose of the Excessive Gourmet Club's visit, and she let them all know that the grading system would be working even as they entertained, so that the low graded girls had a small chance of improving their rating, while those with high grade scores were fully vulnerable to severe downgrading. They all knew that by the end of the first hour, the two girls with the lowest scores would become the evening meal for these degenerate clients.
The girls were coached to lie beside the guests, and one by one they would be called upon to get up and move among the diners, giving the men an opportunity to examine the selection of live human venison. While parading their charms, they would wear a little mask, that covered the top part of their faces, and had little antlers attached. Barbie thought it would be cute if they looked more like game, to get the men into the mood for their extraordinary banquet.
The small intimate theater with its thrust stage and tiered circular seating had all of its seats stripped out, and the entire area was fitted with heavy foam padding covered with luxurious thick quilts. There were ramps elevated two feet above the quilts that ran up from the stage area, to allow the slave girls to move freely throughout the group of twenty diners who would attend.
These were curious ramps, because although they were three feet wide, they were made with a two foot gap along the middle. The slave girls would discover the evil intent of this gap as the evening of debauchment progressed. Thirty-five of the girls were prepared, to ensure that whatever else was happening, each of the diners would have at least one girl to entertain him.
Debbie had her little mask caught over her arm, so that she would not lose it, and would have it ready when she was called upon to perform. She was surprised at how young the man was that she was assigned to comfort. He had another girl as well, although she was shared by the man on the other side of her. Debbie had a young chef from Switzerland, who was the master of more than two hundred cooks at a grand hotel. He had his arm wrapped around her, and was squeezing her breasts and hips as if measuring their tenderness and fat content.
She was not in the least considered fat, but had just enough to give a sleekness to her skin. She felt like a piece of meat. Even when he kissed her, probing her accepting mouth with his long aggressive tongue, she felt he was checking her resilience. Debbie found it to be strangely liberating to be considered and treated not like a person, but like a sexual object, particularly one he desired. He was very powerful, and held her so close when they kissed that she surrendered herself to him entirely. She felt his powerful fingers massaging the meat on either side of her spine, while his other hand fondled her buttocks. She was indeed being intimately inspected as live venison, and she was surprised at herself when for a moment she hoped that she would be chosen. It was always important to Debbie that she measure up.
She was both shocked and thrilled at the forced sexual intimacy when a finger thrust up into her anus, and his tongue thrust deep into her throat. She felt completely possessed. This was a feeling she had never experienced with a man before. She had not realized that his pants were open, but she suddenly felt his penis pressing against her leg. He shifted her, and the head of his penis quickly found the fold of her vagina. She felt wild abandon as she realized this young powerful man was going to fuck her, right in the middle of the theater. Other than the rape by the guards in the brothel's harem, she had never been fucked before where anyone else could see. Now she was going to be fucked in public.
Her guest grasped her upper leg with his big hand and lifted it. She felt his penis slide toward the base of her cunt, but instead of the entry thrust she was braced for, the large male organ continued to slide back, until it made contact with the starfish bud of her anus. She realized with a start that he was not about to fuck her, he was going to bugger her!
His lips brushed against her ear. "I would love to stuff your beautiful tight cunt, my dear girl," he whispered, "but we don't yet know if you will be the one to be cooked tonight." She gasped at the stark reminder of the purpose of the evening's gathering. "No one will eat your colon, so it is quite safe to deposit my seed in there. The vagina, on the other hand, is a rare delicacy, and we wouldn't want to contaminate it with semen, would we?" He was being such a gentleman about all of this. She nodded in agreement, and sobbed quietly, but surrendered herself as he thrust gently with his penis, sliding it over the tight opening, lubricating her experienced rectum with his pre-ejaculation fluid. Her gentleman chef was going to sodomize her. He had no concern for her comfort, but was not willing to take the scraping he would experience while entering a dry hole. One of the thrusts was larger than the others, and she was startled to feel the head of his cock spread and enter her anus.
Her sphincter closed behind the swollen head, holding it inside her. Suddenly he thrust harder, and slid into her his whole length. His penis was thicker near the base, and the full penetration stretched her anus painfully. The anal closing muscle involuntarily gripped him desperately, as if her hold on his shaft would prevent further painful movement. The result was opposite to her expectations. The squeezing was tighter and more compelling than could be achieved by her cunt. She was exciting him more than she could know from the tight grip of her anus on the base of his penis.
He pulled her to him, squashing her breasts between them. Her cunt was pressed hard against his pubic mound, moistening his tight curled pubic hair. She felt the wiry hair grinding against her vulva as he thrust and pumped into her. Debbie felt incredibly degraded by this disgustingly profane act, but she was in no position to stop it. The motion of his hips increased, which increased the pain in her anus.
She felt a stabbing pain at the ring of her stretched rectum with each forward movement, and as the thrust reached its apex, another dull pain from the stretching of her colon tore at her. She was not present to enjoy sex, but to be degraded, and the exercise in humiliation and degradation was successful.
Debbie turned her head, as if by staring away into the distance she could remove herself from the abomination that was being done to her lovely body. She saw that other guests were finding ways to enjoy and abuse the charms of the other white slaves. The woman with the largest breasts was on her hands and knees, so that her imposing mammaries swung freely beneath her. Men on either side of her were batting them back and forth, making the swinging boobs smack loudly against each other as they were brutally assaulted.
Another girl was forced to stuff a dozen golf balls up her own ass, then put another dozen up into her cunt. When they were all deposited, she was required to squat on the six-inch wide board on one side of the split ramp, and to shit the hard white balls out. They bounced noisily on the ramp, then fell to the padded mattresses. When she squeezed the balls from her cunt, it looked as if she were laying eggs, which was amusing to the men who watched the debased performance.
Others of the slave girls were being buggered, and Debbie could see that the were taking the painful butt-fucking as a total disgrace, as she was. She found little consolation in the fact that it was also happening to several others at the same time. She was dehumanized, and as much as she surrendered, she was still feeling disgraced by these cruel and evil men.
Barbie appeared from the side of the stage, wearing a pair of tight leather pants with a belt that came half way down her buttocks, revealing three inches of the rear cleavage. The legs were so tight they appeared to be painted on. They came down to below the fold beneath her calf, leaving a foot of bare leg below them. She wore spike heels that made the most of her incredible feet and ankles, and gave her the most provocative posture. Her breasts were bare, and she wore the helmet of a Roman soldier, with a cocky crest of stiff horse hair. She carried a short whip, and used it to catch the attention of each of the slave girls, without interrupting their busy activities.
Debbie saw the mostly bare foot in the remarkable spike heel, and she looked up into the crotch of the tight leather pants. She was startled to see that the crotch was opened, and was fastened by small rings that pierced the edge of the opening in the leather, and also the lips of Barbie's vagina! With the slightest move of her hips, the pants pulled the vestibule of her organ open, revealing the inner pink meat of her fuck tube. The split in the crotch extended backward, and Debbie saw the wooden dowel protruding from Barbie's anus. She remembered she had seen that stick before. It was the slender handle on a thick dildo. She realized that her evil mistress was wearing a dildo inside her colon. It was play time, and the mistress of the slaves was not going to miss out on the fun.
Suddenly the whip slashed across Debbie's bare hip. She was startled at the painful blow. "Two points off, cunt! You're now a four!" Debbie looked up in disbelief.
"What for?" she asked in a desperately pleading voice. "What did I do wrong?" This was incredibly unfair.
"For looking up my pants, bitch!" Barbie said. "And two more off for questioning my decision!"
My God, Debbie thought, for doing nothing at all, suddenly I've dropped from a six to a two! Slowly the implications sunk in. Mother of Christ, I might be the one these men feast on tonight! I might be the one to die at this banquet! She shivered, and her quivering motion transmitted the rapid vibration of her anus to the guest's penis. His reaction was immediate. She could feel the guest's fat prick thicken inside her as his tempo increased.
Within seconds she felt the man's ejaculation, with his hot jism jetting into her intestines. It felt as if it were burning her inside, as it spewed deep into her freshly cleaned digestive track. She had heard of women being butt fucked for the gratification of men, and knew that porno stars sniffed cocaine or shot heroin to alleviate the pain so that they could appear to enjoy being painfully sodomized. She had never experienced being so degradingly mastered in this way before. She was now totally submissive to him, moving her hips in an urgent rhythm with him as his driving penis hammered deep into her, splashing the depths of her colon with his steaming spunk. At least he is not splashing his spunk all over my ass and my face, she thought, trying desperately to find something positive about this debasing treatment at the hands of a stranger, and in public.
He held her so tight that her breasts were painfully squashed against his chest. She had no right to complain, and did not. He continued his frantic pistoning into her, and she matched his movement and his energy. Her cunt was raw from rubbing against his coarse pubic hair as her organ was mashed against his pubic bone. She was making him wet with the moisture generated by her raw lust. Her cunt was hungry to be filled, and ached with her growing passion, but her ravenous sexual appetite was not to be satisfied tonight. For the slave girls, this brothel was not a house of passion, but of degradation.
She lay on her side exhausted as her sex partner jerked his penis out of her anus and accepted a drink from one of the naked serving girls. Debbie could see that the other girls were getting as much painful action as she had, although it was coming in several different forms. The girl on her hands and knees who's breasts had been taking the battering was now on her back, with her hips raised, and was taking a brutal fist fucking. Her vagina was fully invaded, gripping the stout wrist above the man's pounding fist inside her.
Several of the girls were taking ass fuckings, and four of them were taking fat penises down their throats. Only one of these was taking an aggressive face fuck. She was on her hands and knees, and her head was pulled back to take the incredible assault. The other three were actively mouthing the rigid poles of the men they serviced, pretending they were enjoying the raw sexual brutality.
Debbie felt the man behind her fingering her vagina, and his fingers probing her depths. She squealed as he stretched her womb with his powerful fingers, and thrust another into her. She realized with the next painful stretch of the small opening that he had actually worked all four fingers into her. He twisted his hand so that he was able to massage the organ from the inside, relaxing and stimulating her. The result was that the grip of her organ on his fingers loosened, and then the end of his thumb was beginning to work in beside the moist fingers. He persisted, and twisted as he thrust, working the broad heel of his hand into the impossibly stretched female sex organ.
She moaned at the pain, and he persisted. She was writhing now, wishing the agony away, but still he asserted himself, pressing and twisting. His efforts paid off. He gradually wedged his hand farther into her, stretching her even beyond her ability to react, until suddenly the heel of his hand was past the narrowest part of the tight organ's opening, which now desperately gripped his wrist. He was in.
The hand inside her lifted her by the crotch, and she was forced to get up onto her knees, with her breasts squashed against the padded floor, and her ass propped into the air. The hand inside her was in a perfect position to control her position, and gave her little choice but to confirm with its demands. She felt the man make a fist inside her, balling his fingers into a tight wide lump that pressed against the sides of her womb, stretching it. It felt as foreign and distressing in her as had the big dildo two weeks earlier with that old piss freak that had impaled Mona.
Suddenly the fist inside her was moving, pressing deeper into her, pushing against the pad of her uterus at the base of her fleshy fuck chute. Then it was pulling back, and then pressing again. He was feeling, testing the range of motion within her. When he had repeated the slow but deliberate action three times, he did the same movement, but quite differently. He punched her uterus. He drove his fist into her depths as hard as he could, jerked it back, and punched her again.
She felt the shock and the reverberations of the powerful blows right back to her kidneys, and it made her feel so queasy she was sure she was going to vomit. The pounding continued, and his fist drove back and forth like a piston, hammering the back of her womb with such force that she felt her entire internal cavity shake with each blow.
Her guest was beating her from the inside, where there would be no visible bruising. She thought with horror that he was tenderizing her for the terrifying meal of roasted woman meat that was to follow. It was working. Her entire lower body felt tenderized. Her cunt was foaming with the violent action, lubricating his arm as he battered her insides.
She screamed with each merciless blow, and her cries were matched around the big room, where she saw through her tears that the other girls were being similarly abused. All of the girls were now taking fists into their wombs. Some were also being either throat or butt fucked. Two of the girls were just too tiny to take in a fist.
These two were forced to take large brutal sex toys into their cunts. All of them were being roughly sexually abused for the entertainment of the gathering of Excessive Gourmets. All of them were vulnerable, and each realized she could be the one chosen to die to become their meal. Their cunts were being brought to a high level of excitement, so that their lush lips filled and flared. Their reproductive organs became the center of attention.
All of the girls had been secretly inspected and had qualified as meat during their earlier preparation. They were in exactly the right shape, had the requisite figures to meet the demanding standards, were properly tanned, and were all highly attractive. The men were playing with the girls, giving them the advance terror that they had found made the meat so appetizing when the victim was slaughtered. The men had not yet selected their victims from among the gorgeous slave girls, but that was to be the next step.
The mood in the large but intimate room changed drastically when a large self-contained gas barbecue was rolled out onto the stage. It was enormous, designed to cook a large animal whole. The device was seven feet long, three feet wide, and five feet high. It had been flown in from Dallas, and was the kind used for Western Days celebrations, when whole calves or large hogs were roasted for public barbecues. The enormous device was placed centrally among the guests, and then the gas was lit, so that it could heat up. It had a huge shaft that acted as a spit, and there was a motor to turn it, so that the carcass impaled on it would be cooked evenly, and would be self-basting.
Debbie squealed as the man fist fucking her jerked his big hand out of her womb. It was an incredible relief to have him out of her. Her entire lower section ached, with sharper pains in her kidneys and womb, but the cause of the problem was removed, and it was a form of reprieve, however temporary, that the abuse had for the moment stopped. She saw that everyone was completing their sexual assault on the slave girls. The show was about to go into its next, and much more serious, phase.
Fresh drinks were distributed to the men, four foot stiff split canes were distributed to them, and the slave girls were told to get to their feet. Each of the slave girls was given a pair of raw eggs, and ordered to deposit them and hold them inside their wombs. Then they were instructed to put on their masks. These were in the shape of the upper half of a doe's head, including small antlers.
The masks were made with real deer hide with the soft deer hair still on. The eyes were holes that fit so well that the girls could see, but their eyes looked like an integrated part of the well-crafted masks. The upper muzzle of the animal was also recreated, but it left the end of the slave girl's nose and her entire lower face free, so as not to impair the view of her facial beauty.
Barbie commanded the masked slave girls to wander along the ramps. "You may get down," she told them, "When the egg yokes run down the inside of your legs." They got up onto the two-foot high ramps, balancing on their spike heeled sandals. Being on the ramps gave them no opportunity to avoid the men and their whips. They were forced to move between the reclining men, armed with the vicious split cane rods.
Now the purpose of the two foot wide gap in the ramps became apparent. The thirty slave girls still wore their heels and their togas, as well as their antlered masks, but their genitals were fully revealed between their spread legs. Barbie lashed out at Janice with her whip when the tall girl attempted to walk along one of the six inch boards. Her long slender whip struck the blonde's big tits through the toga, causing the bulging mammaries to bounce beautifully under the thin white material.
"Minus two!" Barbie shouted at her, "All of you straddle the gap, keep your legs apart!" she told them. The purpose was clear. With their legs apart, their cunts were fully exposed to vicious blows from the men's split canes. The sadistic men loved long beautiful legs, slender waists, bulging breasts, and gorgeous faces. These slave girls had all of these attributes. However, what the men loved most of all were vivacious vaginas. These were cunt men, and the ladies got to experience the worst of their whimsy. No matter how hard they squeezed, the slave girls did not have the power in their wombs to crush the eggs they carried. If they ejected the eggs out whole, they would have no yoke on their legs. The only way the eggs could be destroyed would be through the violence of the caning of their cunts.
The cruel cunt caning took nearly half an hour. Another reason for the half masks became clear: the slave girls were free to scream, and their screams could be seen as well as heard, when they were slashed between the legs with the vicious canes. The girls wandered between the men, and never knew when a split cane would smash into their sex meat.
The canes would crack as the split parts struck together at the same instant they struck the soft flesh of the woman's vagina. The sharp report of the cane was immediately followed by the scream of the recipient as the rapid rush of pain spread from her vulva across her anus and up her spine, or flowed up her belly to her breasts if her clit was struck.
Twenty minutes into the vicious cunt whipping game Sheila dropped an egg and two points. Her cunt had spread slowly as the egg emerged, and she had been able to grip it for several seconds before it finally slid out of her. That was when the others began to realize how to win. It was risky. They had to time it perfectly, but of they did, they could begin to eject an egg just as they were being struck, and if the blow was to the center of their womb, the egg would be smashed. If they timed it wrong, or if the blow struck their groin beside their cunt, the egg would fall through the gap in the ramp, and they would lose two points.
Debbie was successful in getting both her eggs smashed, but she lost two points because of the extension of her pubic mound, and the flare of her battered and swollen cunt lips. The contents of the first broken egg dripped harmlessly to the gap and onto the padded floor, missing her spread legs. When her second egg was struck, she screamed and kicked high with one leg, bringing her weight over the other leg, and the raw egg slithered down the inside of that leg as it was required to do. For insurance, when she brought the other leg down she brushed it against the mess, smearing egg onto the other loin as well.
More than half the slave girls were still being cunt whipped when she was allowed to get down, escaping further punishment on the terrible ramp. She watched, lying with her legs together to protect her stinging cunt as she watched the others taking their terrible beating with the compassionless canes. She was startled at how much the cunts had swollen, and she checked to see what hers looked like. It was more flared than it had ever been, swollen and so red it look as if it had been painted, but it was not as bad as some of the female organs that were still taking the terrible malicious caning.
The last hold-out was a teenage girl named Doris. She was an ambitious seventeen year old with long shiny black hair and a gorgeous figure. She had been a mailroom clerk that had dressed right, and had joined the ill-fated exercise class to mix with more important girls in her office. When at last she dropped her last egg, and got off the ramp, she was degraded four points. She was sobbing pitifully.
She was one of the three bottom graded girls, having started the evening with only one point, and was one of the three wearing the five inch heels. The lash of the whips to her cunt had tightened the small mouth of the organ, and she had been unable to voluntarily eject the eggs. They were held so deep in her womb that the whips had no effect on them. It was only when a whip came up at so steep an angle that it struck her anus squarely that her cunt squirted out the first egg, unbroken.
Debbie had been surprised at how severe the blow was. It bowed the slave girl's back, and her tits thrust out so far forward that they looked like they would pop! Debbie conceded to her self that, for a woman, this young bitch would make an attractive meal. As she looked around at the others still on the ramp, she realized that any of them would. She was ashamed at the thought, but under the circumstances, her conclusion was inescapable. These ladies were prime meat, being displayed at their succulent best.
That blow to the anus that had caused the ejection of Doris's first egg had finally been repeated, getting her second egg unstuck, but like the first, it was spit out of her pert little cunt whole. Her sex organ had been to tense to control the eggs inside her, and she had paid the price, and took a severe cunt-beating. Her pubic mound stood out swollen and crooked like the broken jaw of a boxer. It was that damage that saved her young life: she no longer appeared fit to eat.
Five of the men got to their feet, and moved among the reclining cunt-aching slave girls. They touched, fondled, and made a show of checking out each of the quivering girls. Finally One of them bent forward, and got his fingers into Marilyn's hair. He pulled her head back, and stared into her face. "This one will do nicely!" he said, and she and several others screamed. Debbie was one that reacted vocally, but what she felt was not only horror but relief. She wondered if that was also true for the others.
Two others grabbed Marilyn and got her up onto the ramp. They positioned her on her hands and knees, with her arms and legs spread over the wide gap between the ramps boards. While the three men held her, the other two removed her shoes, and then ripped her toga, from hem to collar, so that they could remove it as she knelt. Now her beautiful firm breasts swung freely. She was left wearing only her small horned mask.
When she was naked, the two who had undressed her removed the spit from the barbecue, and brought the sharp end up to her anus. They used padded gloves, because the rod had been heating for half an hour. Even the tip of the big steel pole was hot as it was placed against the pink multiple-fold of her pretty rectum. She had been liberally butt fucked, which had caused the sphincter to relax to the point that the warm metal of the shaft could gain entry to her without extra lubrication. The gob of fresh semen that still dribbled from her little hole was sufficient.
Marilyn squealed like a stuck pig as the thick steel shaft was pushed against her naked fundament, forcing the tip to spread her anus, and to slide slowly but deliberately up into her. The other slave girls were not new to watching the impalement of a living girl, but they squealed and mewed like terrified kittens as they watched the frightful deed being done.
Both men leaned on the shaft to drive it into their chosen victim, and the other three held her firmly to make the operation go smoothly. With each heavy thrust, Marilyn screamed to announce the progress of the shaft through her colon and on through into her guts. The middle section of the shaft was much hotter than the tip, and when it reached her anus, the meat of her flesh-ring gripping the shaft began to sizzle.
Her beautiful muscular back heaved as the steel pole was worked through her torso, and the watching slave girls were amazed that she lived and screamed, as they realized that by now the end had to be up between her lungs, pressing against her heart. She gurgled as the shaft slid past her vital organs and into her throat. The horrified slave girls assumed she was probably dead before the shaft emerged through her gaping mouth, under the upper jaw of the deer mask. They could not be certain, because the men forcing the pole through her made her body buck from the action.
For the first time the slave girls saw the small holes in the shaft as steel rods, sixteen inches long and pointed on both ends, were thrust through the large impaling pole near both ends. Her ankles were then thrust onto one of them, until they were completely pierced, then they were bound with wire to hold them in place. The guests were experienced in these matters, and did not make mistakes in preparing their erotic meal for roasting.
Her wrists were thrust onto the pointed rod at the other end and were similarly bound. Now the impaled slave girl was ready for the barbecue, with her lovely limbs stretched out and bound so that they would not impede the roasting process. She, like all of the others, had been internally cleaned before the event, so that the messy job of eviscerating her was not necessary. She was ready to roast.
The slave girls watching the preparation of Marilyn sobbed hysterically as she was raised, and then carefully placed on the spit. The electric motor was plugged in and turned on, causing her to slowly rotate. The men were fascinated as her big firm tits swayed from side to side as she rolled slowly over in the impaling shaft. Her tanned meat took on a glowing sheen, then gradually started to brown as she turned. The cooking process of the human doe was under way. The men had killed her in the most natural way, in preparing her for the spit. Her browned figure with her round buttocks, tight waist, shapely legs and firm breasts made her look much more appealing than would any lesser animal. The men were not finished yet. There was still one more girl to be prepared for the evening's feast.
Carla was up as quickly as the others, and she was obviously more eager to please than the others. She had been degraded to a one, and was desperate to improve her standing in the group. The men asked Barbie to get the girls to pull the necks of their togas below their breasts, and then to do a ribald dance at a breakneck tempo. Barbie uncurled her whip, and the girls all quickly complied. Carla had her big tits out first, and had them flopping furiously before Barbie could get her whip into action. The slower girls felt the lash of the whip across their naked boobs, and within moments the girls were sweating profusely, as angry red welts rose in their wildly bobbing breasts.
They thrust their hips and stomped their feet in the spike heeled boots as they competed to make their breasts bounce more than any of the others. Barbie did not spare their cunts, but she concentrated most of her efforts with the highly effective whip on the girls jostling breasts. The effect was startling. Tit meat has a high fat content, so the big bouncing boobs were quite soft, and the whip dug into them, distorting them as they were brutally beaten with the stinging lash. The fatty meat also gave the boobs a resilience that made them respond actively to both the bouncing and whipping.
They bigger breasts flopped up and down, and momentarily elongated in response to the lash of the whip. The tighter breasts were still full, as there were none among the group of slave girls with tiny breasts. These also flopped, but they tended to thrust their nipples more than the large boobs, and the tips swelled from the vicious beating and painful bouncing. Barbie was an expert with the whip, and the slave girls paid the price. None were spared the lash, and their battered breasts were soon beet red from the abuse.
Carla had bounced harder and faster than any of the others, and although it did not spare her the lash of the whip, it did totally exhaust her, and she was the first to lose her footing and fall off the ramp to land on her big battered breasts on the padded floor. Barbie kept the other tit-floppers dancing while two of the men grabbed the fallen slave girl. They lashed ropes around her ankles, and used them to haul her up to dangle upside down.
The ropes were attached to pulleys on separate beams on the ceiling, so that her legs were spread wide as she was hauled up. Her toga fell over her face and arms, and now covered nothing else. Her big breasts dangled freely over her shoulders as she swung by her ankles. She struggled to get the toga off, because it was binding her arms and causing her to panic. When she flung the abandoned garment to the floor, she hung naked, wearing only her high heeled sandals and her deer mask. She screamed more loudly than ever when she saw the man approach with the huge butcher's knife.
A second cart was rolled onto the stage, this one half the size of the huge barbecue. It was a grill, also gas fired, with rock between the gas flame and the open surface grill, to permit more even distribution of heat. This smaller barbecue was also lighted, and the heat built up quickly.
There were a dozen skewers hanging along the side of the cart, and the principal chef took one of them and called a slave girl to assist him. Barbie sent Janice forward. He handed Janice the skewer, and then moved over the suspended Carla. He thrust his penis into Carla's mouth, driving it deep into her throat. When his penis was getting the attention it deserved from the dangling slave girl's desperate choking action, he abruptly thrust the tip of the knife deep into Carla's groin, beside her cunt. The blade was ten inches long, and four inches deep at the base. He plunged it into her its full length, making a deep and wide cut. He withdrew the blade, then thrust it in on the other side of her cunt.
This time he did not withdraw it, but began cutting around the organ to the other large incision. He was butchering the beautiful young woman alive, cutting out her succulent sex organ. She was unable to scream because of the thick penis gagging her, but the other slave girls gave voice to their horror at the bloody exhibition, and as the man pulled the entire female sex organ free, two of the slave girls fainted. He thrust the skewer into the succulent prize, then instructed Janice to cook it over the grill as an appetiser.
Others quickly gathered around Carla, and while the chef continued to fuck her throat, they began to carve off succulent cutlets. They gave them to various slave girls on the skewers, and the girls were put to work cooking up parts of their beautiful friend. Debbie lost bladder control as she cooked a steak cut from one of Carla's big breasts. Her piss splashed on the floor as the fatty titmeat sizzled. The spike heeled sandals were totally open on the top, and did not protect her feet from the splash of her own warm piss.
Debbie was very embarrassed at her response to the task of roasting pieces of a live woman, a girl she knew and had been a prisoner with for nearly a month. There was really no reason for her to get so upset. Carla was a loser, who had been degraded to a zero. When she got it, it meant the others were all spared. She deserved it, because she was such a show off with those big tits of hers, and she was always trying to outdo the others, so that she would survive. It served her right.
The smell of the roasting bitchmeat was not bad. Debbie had been sure it would make her sick, but she was relieved to find that it was quite a pleasant aroma. It smelled like roasting game, which she had once had at a specialty restaurant where they roasted a whole deer. That was a treat, watching the animal carcass brown and roast as it turned on the spit. This was similar, but it was much more outrageous, because it was a real woman impaled and turning on the spit, while another gorgeous woman was being carved alive and her parts roasted.
Carla was fading fast, due to the trauma of being butchered alive, and from loss of blood as they carved off succulent pieces of her meat. She had lost the best of her figure to the big butcher's knife, and all of the men had selected their favorite parts for the appetizers. Debbie wondered how much it had cost these men to kill a couple of girls. She also wondered how often girls died for them. She knew that she would never have the answers to those questions, but was certain that the Downgrading Brothel was making a great deal of money from their suffering, and the sacrifice of two beautiful slave girls.
Her cunt and breasts ached from the terrible whipping they had endured. They were swollen and welted, and would probably take several days to recover. She had now idea how they would be treated at the next sexual extravaganza. Perhaps next time she would serve a single client by herself. That thought frightened her more than any other, because the odds of losing in a large group were much smaller. Would she be the next to die? She shivered at the thought, right to her bones, and she nearly dropped the skewer as she handed it to the diner she was serving.
Fewer slave girls were required once the banquet itself began. Barbie was taking the girls away one at a time, starting with those that were totally exhausted or reduced to blabbering fools by their hysteria. Not all of them could take the profane treatment of the two murdered women as well as Debbie did, although others were able to handle it even better. She had watched the carving of the roasted carcass, and had kept her composure when Carla's head was cut off for a centerpiece for the feast.
When her turn came to go, Carla's lower left leg had been cut off, and Sheila was stuffing the severed foot into her big cunt. When it was in, she stood up and danced naked, with the severed leg sticking out of her gripping womb like a huge phallus, the bleeding end swinging wildly with her voracious bumping and grinding. Sheila was earning back points, and there was nothing any of the girls could do about it. She was a brown nose of the worst kind. Debbie watched in amazement as the cunning cunt warmed herself to the brothel owners with her disgustingly obscene act, so that other girls would die instead of her.
The filthy bitch had no conscience. One of the diners cut off one of Carla's arms, but was only interested in the upper arm. The shameless Sheila grabbed the lower arm and in one of the most profane exhibitions Debbie could imagine, struggled until she actually managed to thrust the cut end of the severed limb up into her rectum, and danced with both a hand and a foot jutting from her spread crotch. She danced willingly for the flailing whip, and earned herself back three points before the night was over.
It was nearly dawn when the last of the battered girls was brought back to the cell area, after having been hosed off and disinfected. They would have a few days off to recover before being dragged out to perform more degrading acts for the paying clients. She knew the cycle would continue, as would her desperate downward spiral as she was continually degraded. This brothel was in every respect a meat market, and she and the other captives were the meat. There was nothing she could do to change that.
Debbie determined that she would put on the best face possible, and try to survive until somehow they would all be rescued from this heinous brothel. Until that day came, she and the others were convinced they would have to cooperate with Barbie and their owners, degrading themselves terribly before merciless paying customers, to ensure their best chances for survival from this nightmare of sexual depravity. It was tough, sometimes gruesome work, but somebody had to do it. The demanding customers had to be entertained, and her captors gave her little choice. The vivacious legal secretary Debbie was now no more than living sex meat, and realized that was now her only real value in the world. She must do everything asked of her to please her masters until she was at last one day rescued.
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