Debbie lay on her back, stark naked, her gorgeous legs spread, her back arched to provide the gentleman a perfect view as he approached her parted vagina lips with his anxious mouth. On cue, she squirted a brief stream of her hot urine directly into his open mouth, over his tongue, and down his throat. That was just the teaser. The game would go on for some time, and she would be required to produce for him fresh urine as long as he wanted to taste it. The executive secretary-turned-slave girl had done several such assignments at this highly unusual brothel, and she knew the terrible consequences of not pleasing a customer. Since the beautiful secretary had been captured and made a sex slave in this establishment, she had seen more than a dozen girls killed for the entertainment of paying customers. She had earned her place as an honored sex slave, by defeating that Gretchen cunt in the battle of her life. Failing to please a customer, or even a staff member, cost a girl on a grading scale, and as girls were degraded, they were put in greater peril for their lives. By defeating the German cunt and roasting her alive, which was the cost of losing the catfight, Debbie had earned back two points, and for taking a severe vagina and anal fucking with studded and spiked dildos and cock ring, she had earned back another point, so that she had risen from a low of one to the level of five. Girls with a low grading were at high risk to become snuff victims. This was a powerful motivator for the girls, and they often went out of their way to be outrageous in their degenerate sexual behavior to earn back more points. In fact, little training was needed to motivate the girls, once they clearly understood the outcomes of degrading, and what was at stake.
Debbie had become a willing participant in some activities that would have shocked her before her capture, in the belief she might reverse some of the lost points. If she could attain ten points, she was assured by the bordello's owner that she would be granted her freedom. That promise had been made to all of the girls as they were being introduced to the merciless degrading system. Any sign of moral values was rewarded with a degrading. Any disobedience, no matter how small, meant further degrading. Only obscene, pornographic and profane bahavior was rewarded. Regaining a perfect ten and the freedom that would bring was a driving obsession for all of the women.
Debbie relied on the bordello owner keeping his word, although there was no reasonable demonstration that he would do so. The earning of release was a promise she thought might never be kept only because since her capture, not one woman had earned more points than she had lost. It was always a matter of two steps downward and one step up. But without some form of hope, no matter how slender, there was no reason to live. Life was so humiliating and debasing for the captive young women that it was rumored two girls had volunteered to be killed on stage, just to escape the daily horrors.
Although girls were commonly being killed in the brothel for the entertainment of patrons, life here was not cheap for the clients. The price for a girl's life was high, ranging from five to ten thousand dollars, depending on the quality of the slave girl selected. Because of the high price, more often it was groups rather than individuals that paid to watch a girl being creatively snuffed. The girls were scored on a grading system. When they arrived as novice slaves, they had ten points to their credit. For every failure to please a customer, or the establishment's owner, they were degraded by one or two points.
Tonight the bordello's slave girls were entertaining a millionaire, who had brought along a secretary from his company who was to be the star of his show. It was to be a snuff show. Everyone knew this but the secretary. She was an employee at his company, a gorgeous, sex-exuding female, with an incredible figure, a perfect complexion, and the face of a doll. She was chosen by the client's private executive secretary solely for her incredible appearance, and her naive willingness to do anything to get ahead. She had been with the company a year. She served as a personal diversion for the boss on long business trips, or for interludes in the rest area of his extravagant office suite. His executive secretary had found him a new prospect for the job, a fifteen year old virgin, and it was time for disposal of this luscious eighteen year old. He changed his pet girls every year, just a day or two before Christmas. He considered the new girls as Christmas presents to himself.
The name of the girl to be disposed of was Janice. She was the stereotypical dumb blonde. This gentleman preferred blondes, and he had no need for brains with them, although they were often very bright. His only two criteria were exceptional looks and blind ambition. He had given Janice the day off to shop for this evening. As expected, she bought an incredibly expensive and tasteless slinky dress, underwear and shoes; had her hair, face and nails done; and had, at his special request, had her clitoris pierced and ringed with a diamond ring.
He had brought her here to witness first hand the sexual perversity she could never have dreamed of, then to be snuffed in a moment of excruciating horror for her. He would, of course, reclaim the diamond ring she wore in her most intimate flesh. It was one he had specially made, and had used on half a dozen girls before her in the same way. He was a regular at the bordello, with the need to dispose of one of his girls every year at about this time. It was a delicious plan, and was being staged by the brothel, with extensive use of the establishment's own harem of gorgeous slave girls.
The man was being charged five thousand dollars for the killing, plus three thousand for the facilities, one thousand for the safe and discrete disposal of the girl's carcass, six thousand for the excessive physical and sexual abuse of a dozen slave girls, and another two thousand to physically blemish the features of two girls of his choice during the evening, with a rider that he pay an additional four thousand as a deposit, in case any of the girls had to be disposed of due to the severity of his abuse of them. That was a standard clause in any agreement struck by the brothel, and more often than not, the deposit was never returned. Dear Debbie knew she was completely at risk.
Janice wore a red satin gown, with a slit on either side that revealed the hip-high line of her bikini panties. She lounged on soft quilts and mattresses with her employer, and was clearly having fun with this perverse entertainment. Debbie and the eleven other slave girls were all brought in to serve in any way asked of them. They were all naked, except for gold spike heeled shoes and their gold slave collars. A few of them lounged within easy reach of the wealthy client, while others stood near by in immodest poses, revealing their most intimate charms in the most provocative ways.
Also present was their infamous mistress Barbie, the bitch who kept score, and downgraded the girls she believed were not fully putting out for the customers. Debbie felt she had a score to settle with Barbie, who had been so brutal to her with her whip that the guards had been forced to restrain the athletic young dominant. Debbie was aware that Barbie had it in for her, and was likely to focus on degrading her more, so knew she had to be careful. This was such a dangerous place to be a woman in any event, and was doubly dangerous when the chief dominant had it in for you.
The client recognized one of the slave girls. She was a brown-skinned African-American he had seen only ten days ago in court. She was a successful young lawyer! He had always been impressed with the quality of cunts the bordello provided to its clients, but this time the establishment's owner had outdone himself. It was not often that the client was surprised, but to see this gorgeous young woman, a member of an aggressive law firm who most certainly had a brilliant future ahead of her was truly amazing.
Her client at the courthouse had been in shackles, and he had thought at the time what it would have been like to see the beautiful young black cunt representing him in shackles instead. She had a remarkable figure, with long legs, a slender waist, and full round breasts that stood alert without support. He was looking forward to involving her in his games, and exercising power over her.
The show was ready to begin. The client picked Debbie from the girls standing waiting to serve his pleasure. He told her to lie on her back the carpet directly in front of him. Then he signalled the brown-skinned lawyer, and she immediately moved forward. Her face was flushed, and she averted her eyes, telling the client she recognized him also. He instructed her to squat over Debbie's face, and to spread her cunt over Debbie's mouth and nose. The beautiful young lawyer obeyed immediately. She was one of the new girls, but already knew the terrible consequences of disobedience.
Debbie remembered learning that the fair-skinned black woman was a criminal lawyer. It was part of the gossip that was the main fuel of the slave girls' cage accommodation. Without walls, the only freedom the captive cunts had was to gossip through the bars of their cages. The bordello had put together a private show in a downtown club featuring four top male strippers. They had advertised the discrete production in the right places, and had drawn the crowd of young professional women they had targeted.
They let it be known at the show by word of mouth that after-hours there would be an extraordinary show of male muscle and penis control. Tickets went for one hundred dollars apiece, to attract only the best quality ladies. They were snapped up in twenty minutes at intermission. Screening was done at the door, and those women who did not qualify because of age or physical quality were quietly seated at a secondary show, which was the same as the first, so that they would be entirely unaware of the ruse.
Those select young women who were admitted to the real performance were carefully watched, with female spotters in the crowd and in the ladies' powder room. The performance was show but don't touch. The ladies saw the muscle boys strip, then tease themselves up to full erections. Next, dancing to drums, caressing their own well oiled and fully erect genitals, the four outlandish young men brought themselves to the point where they produced simultaneous ejaculation, in time to the music. They stood at the edge of the stage, and splashed their spunk onto the reaching faces and revealed cleavage of the eager ladies in the audience.
Of the two hundred classy young cunts who saw the prime show, fifty were given an opportunity to remain behind to see a more daring exhibition of male pulchritude. They watched four muscular young men sodomize each other, then willingly submit their lubricated anuses to the dildo worn by a whip-wielding thirteen year old girl. It was delightful fare, watching a young girl master these muscular young men with her lashing whip and her knurled dildo. The ladies were hooked, and were eager to participate when the invitation was given. They gave it their all, which was considerable. They had been selected wisely. When their lust was satiated, they found the doors were locked. It proved to be a smooth operation. Within two hours all fifty of them were enslaved, naked, and securely caged in the slave's quarters of the bordello.
Debbie had seen this young brown-skinned woman lawyer's first experience as a totally dominated sex entertainer. The woman was required to have sex with one of several large hounds her first time on stage. This was trial by fire. The big dogs had been trained, but required assistance from their subjects to position their penis properly. This girl's first duty had been to help an animal gain entry into another girl. When she had at first refused, she had been given the option of having anal sex with the beast or taking a pistol barrel into the same opening. She had quickly caught on to the serious nature of her plight, and had just as quickly become a compliant sex entertainer.
The brown-skinned woman lawyer had assumed the doggy-style position, and as she got onto her hands and knees, she presented her naked rear end to the big animal. The large horny hound had licked at her exposed crotch, running its wet warm tongue through the spread crevice between her buttocks, tasting her anus and her pussy in a single sweep. She had kept carefully shaved the sides of her pubic mound to permit the wearing of a string bikini, and this allowed full presentation of her genitalia to the audience and the beast. The big tongue repeated its run over her organ several times, cleaning the bitch's crotch and stimulating her cunt to blossom before it committed its penis to her rape.
When the animal was satisfied that the brown skinned human bitch was properly prepared, it mounted her, sliding its penis downward through the moistened crack of her ass. She quivered in dread as the hound's large unsheathed penis slid across the nub of her anus, but the damp end of the bestial prick slid onward and pressed against her vulva, probing the kneeling lady's sex slot, then abruptly moved back upward, finding the tight bud of her anus. A riding crop came up under her, slapping sharply against her dangling breasts. She screamed, distraught at her helpless situation, then she moved her hand back to assist the beast in entering her.
The men and women who had hired the bordello to present an evening of bestiality had no idea the woman performing for them with the hound was not an experienced sex performer. Her deviant behavior was as debauched as any they had ever seen, and most of them had witnessed several sex acts involving coerced women and large animals. The woman, only a week before an competent young fair-skinned black lawyer, and now a captive sex slave, performed with the dog like a professional prostitute. When the animal slammed into her anus, driving its penis deep into her colon with a series of rapid and rough thrusts, she screamed as if she knew the feeling of anal impalement well. She writhed beautifully in agony as the beast drove into her, humping in what appeared to be a lustful action that caused her to scrape her large breasts against the stage floor.
The hard ball in the base of the hound's penis quickly swelled to its full size behind the grip of her sphincter to lock the beast into her colon. The swelling of the bulging ball stretched her colon to the limit, painfully anchoring her to the dog for as long as its erection held. The penis filled her so completely that the pressure on her bladder was too much for her to contain, and she released a hot spray of piss as the dog fucked her. Her cheeks were fair enough that her humiliation was apparent by her blush. The gorgeous young black had sunk lower than the cheapest whore, and had no control of her actions or her bodily functions.
She could feel the hot spunk jetting into her depths with the hound's extended ejaculation. She was startled at the dog's ability to produce its spunk. She was the hit of the evening as she squirmed and screamed at the monstrous ass-rape. This was the kind of action the paying public expected of the brothel, and the experienced brothel owner always delivered. The brown-skinned lady lawyer responded to the threat of extreme violence as well as any bitch he had ever trained, and she gave the people a lesson in perverse humility as she took the bestial ass-fucking like a real professional.
Having served in three degrading sexual exhibitions in her first week, the young criminal lawyer had somehow found herself degraded to a two, and qualified for this evening's event. She was as determined as Debbie to gain points, not lose them, tonight. She assumed the position the client indicated, bringing her naked sex organ directly over Debbie's face. Following the client's instructions to the letter, she ran the dangling lips of her cunt over Debbie's face, tracing a line of vaginal moisture from chin to forehead, and then back. Debbie stuck out her tongue, and on the next pass collected that moisture, and added her saliva to the lady lawyer's sex lips. She tongued the clit that began to emerge from its hood, and brought the girl to a state of sexual arousal. As she worked with her mouth, she felt the man matching her actions on her own cunt. It was a very exciting double cunt-feast.
That was when the man instructed the lady lawyer to sit on Debbie's face. As she did so, he told her to make sure Debbie's nose and mouth were both well covered with the fleshy lips of her sex organ. His intentions were perfectly clear to the black bitch. She was to ensure that Debbie could not breathe. Barbie stood in the background, holding her favorite revolver, and she pointed it directly at the brown-skinned woman's head. The lady lawyer had heard since she had been enslaved here that they commonly did real snuffs acts for customers, and she had been suitably shocked, but had never dreamed that she would actually have to kill another slave woman, particularly such a beautiful white girl. The educated young bitch looked at Barbie, who degraded her another point for her hesitation, and she immediately complied. She brought her full weight to bear on her cunt over Debbie's face.
Debbie suddenly realized the seriousness of her situation. She could not breathe. The client was going to kill her by suffocation while he ate her cunt! But she was still a two! They couldn't kill her now! It wasn't fair! The wealthy client moved back, knowing what was to follow. He watched with his hand around the new secretary, who appeared to be shocked but was still in the game, fondling her breast as Debbie began to struggle. With her recent training in the skills of fighting, Debbie put on a marvellous show.
The gun at her head ensured the brown-skinned lady lawyer held her position, even as the bitch she had pinned began to use her teeth, biting into the smothering cunt pressed against her beautiful face. This was war, and she was clear that the loser would likely die. The brown bitch on top was sobbing hysterically as she dominated the beautiful young woman she had never even met. It was kill or die, and the lady lawyer had never been faced with such a terrifying choice before. She felt great stabs of pain in her cunt as the desperate teeth of the young white woman beneath her bit into the tender meat of her vagina, desperately trying to unseat her.
Even as she bucked and heaved, Debbie realized the beautiful dark bitch was too heavy for her to lift, and the crazy legal cunt was not responding to the severe biting she did to her vagina. Her energy was waning, and her lungs felt as if they would burst. The black bitch wanted to win this struggle at any cost. She felt a strange tingling throughout her body, and she saw stars slowly dancing away from her, as she were retreating through space. She tasted blood, and assumed she had broken the flesh of the brown-skinned girl's cunt lips with her teeth. She was not aware that her anus had opened, nor did she realize that she had produced a thick brown turd that slid out of her as she lost consciousness.
In her unconscious state Debbie could not have known that the blood she tasted was her own as well as the black lady lawyer's. Her gums had bled as she had strangled, and her eyes had nearly bulged out of her head. It was not a pretty sight, even with such a beautiful nude woman, but it was sexually stimulating for the man who watched her extreme distress. That was what brought him pleasure, and was what he was paying the bordello so handsomely for.
As Debbie's knees dropped and her body sagged, the client was amused to see an arch of steaming urine spurt from her beautifully displayed cunt. She still had reserves, he thought to himself as he motioned the lady lawyer slave to climb off the unconscious woman. He wondered if, without permission to move, the dusky-skinned bitch would have allowed the white cunt to die. It was amazing how far along the bordello brought these luscious bitches they provided their customers. They would do virtually anything asked of them.
There was no sense in spending money he did not have to, when the slave wenches were giving him such a good show without the need to kill them. The killing that he had planned would be sufficient to satiate his lust for this evening of debauchery. Although his lust for bitch butchery was insatiable, he knew how to budget his money to his best advantage, and to use some restraint when it was prudent to do so. He had not become a millionaire by wasting money.
The millionaire client slid his hand under Janice's bodice and pinched her breast, grinned at her, and said he would like her to have some fun with the slave girls. She was shocked at what she was seeing, but would not let her personal response interfere with her drive to please her boss. He suggested she stand up, which she did with some hesitation. Debbie handed her a riding crop, and she took it, unsure of what was expected of her. The client told the naked lady lawyer to lean back on her hands, spread her knees and raise her hips, which she did immediately.
"That brown lady's pretty pussy has been bad, making the other girl pass out," he said. "Janice, I want you to spank it." She was shocked, but was still in the game. She realized that things were getting a bit nasty, but knew these people were probably well paid for what they were doing, and anyway, they were strangers to her, so what she did to them didn't really matter. They couldn't complain, because the boss was paying for it. They probably did this kind of stuff every day. She swung the riding crop, with little conviction or skill, and it smacked into the groin of the spread-eagled lady lawyer, who winced but did not cry out.
"Not bad," the client said. "Now that you've got the range, lets see you spank that bad pussy." Janice this time raised the stiff riding crop over her head, and slammed it down into the naked mound between the brown slave bitch's spread legs. This time the contact was solid, smashing and spreading the lips of the female organ, and bringing a sharp gasp at the explosive pain it produced.
"Good work, girl!" the client said to his gorgeous young employee. Now I'd like you to do it as if you meant it. She's proven she can take it. Let's see four sharp blows to the lady's vagina." Janice found she could get more control and bring more force to bear if she swung backhand, bringing the tightly braided leather crop down across her front, so she stood at a new angle, and slashed again at the displayed female genitalia. She had clearly hurt the brown-skinned nude, who let go an involuntary yelp, but she had her instructions from her employer, and getting ahead in the company meant making him happy. After all, she was the only one in the whole company that never had to do any work, and got to go with the boss everywhere.
She raised the crop again, and slashed down a second time, again scoring a direct hit on the swelling lips of the lady lawyer's cunt. The slave bitch screamed, but Janice had her marching orders, and flailed the offending pussy with two more telling blows. Then she dropped the riding crop and sat down on the cushions beside her employer. He saw a tear rolling down her cheek, but she showed no other signs of compassion for her nude female victim.
"You have a natural talent for punishing these women, which we'll have to develop," the client said to her. She blushed, and suddenly felt her entire face glow with shame. Her mind worked over his words, and she felt a rise with the realization her commitment to his will was paying off. She was going to be developed. What she had done was not her will; she had done it only because she was being paid, and she had high hopes for her future in his company. He smiled at her, but instead of offering comfort, he instructed her to stand up once more and lift her skirts. This was not what she expected from an employer, even one that paid so much more than she could ever make anywhere else. In the past he had only humiliated her in private.
However, this was no ordinary employer, and she felt that she was on his good side, in that he was so extravagantly treating her to share his most intimate, if somewhat bizarre, pleasures. Reluctantly she lifted her skirts, showing the bordello employees her tiny translucent panties. She had bought them to entice her employer, not to display herself to low life whores. Before she could brace herself, the riding crop swung up between her legs, smashing into the thin fabric of her panties, which gave her no protection from the terrible pain of that blow. Now she knew what a caning of the cunt felt like. She screamed at the intense pain.
"Would you like another crack to your pussy?" her boss asked her, and when she sobbed "no", he handed her back the whip. "I think her cunt has taken enough abuse for one night," he said, "We don't want it so swollen that it can't holster a stout penis, do we. Let's see what you can do to those big bulging udders of hers!"
Janice was shocked that he would ask her to do something like that, but after all, he had been mean enough to hit her cunnie, and it had been horrible. She was not going to risk another stinging blow like that one again. After all, this black lawyer was nothing to her. She lashed the whip down on the lady lawyer's boobs, and was startled at how much they bobbed. The smack was heard echoing off the walls, and the scream quickly followed it. Tit whipping was much safer than pussy whipping, Janice decided, because of all that fat on the woman's tits, so no matter how much the naked bitch screamed, she continued smacking the big jiggling mammaries as hard as she could.
In just a few minutes, the large bounding boobs were covered with angry rising welts, and the peaks of the welts, when struck again, began to leak blood. Janice was shocked at the apparent damage she was doing to the brown-skinned woman's breasts, but she felt she had little choice, so she continued with the merciless battering of the naked black's boobs. She could not understand a beautiful intelligent woman like this working as a whore, and letting them batter her like this for money, but she realized she knew little of the world of brothels.
She saw the revolver that Barbie had, and knew the woman would not submit to this kind of punishment, even being well paid, if the threat of being shot was not there also. Nobody would submit to this kind of treatment willingly, she was sure. It was incredible the kind of situations ladies would willingly let themselves in for, just for the chance to earn big bucks. Anyway, she decided, it was a good thing that there was some way to get women to submit to this kind of treatment, or the world would be a sadder place for people like her generous boss. He was the kind of dude who would make sure anything he wanted to happen did, and look out if you got in his way. She was glad it wasn't her own cunt and tits he wanted to see dancing under the whip.
The client now told Janice to attack the young lady lawyer's beautiful face with her riding crop. "Don't worry about her," he said, "she takes this kind of punishment like a real pro, and it makes me horny just to see you giving it to her!" Again Janice hesitated, when suddenly a long slender whip whistled through the air, and slashed her across the face. Janice screamed at the sudden unexpected and painful attack on her.
The bordello's client swung around and glared at Barbie, who had responded as a controller rather than as a support to the client's own script. This was not only unacceptable behaviour for any mere employee of the bordello, but it was also precipitated by a female. A cunt. An object with some sexual interest, useful mainly as a diversion, to abuse, to give pain, humiliation and degradation, and then to cast aside for disposal, but certainly not one to make decisions and take charge. Debbie felt a warm glow as she recognized the deep shit Barbie was digging herself into. This was not the only time the athletic female sadist had let her personal interests interfere with a client's wishes.
Barbie coiled her whip, and with her shapely legs planted two feet apart, placed her hands on her hips and looked defiantly at the client. Although her action was to move to a partial retreat, assuming that posture and giving that look of outright disdain was the worst thing she could have done. For the first time, Debbie realized that Barbie's position of authority was more tentative than she had ever imagined. The jock bitch was possibly as vulnerable in this establishment as were any of the captive slaves.
The client turned away from Barbie, ignoring her. He instructed Janice to thrust the handle of the riding crop into the lady lawyer's anus, which she promptly did. Then the naked woman was instructed to stand. When she got to her feet, she looked bizarre with the tightly woven leather tail sticking out from between her buttocks. She was a striking figure, with her battered breasts and cunt still dribbling blood. If they did no more damage to her, she would be at least two weeks recovering from the severe sexual abuse she had endured for the entertainment of this wealthy client.
Now Debbie and two other slave girls were summoned, and instructed to stand on either side of Janice. When they were in position, they were told to seize her. She screamed as they grabbed her, holding her firmly between them. This was getting out of control. Her boss was treating her like one of the whores! On instructions from the client, the slave girls removed Janice's dress, her bra, and her delicate translucent panties, leaving her with only her garter belt, her dark nylons, and her sexy spike heeled shoes. Now the client instructed Barbie to give the brown-skinned lady lawyer with the riding crop tail her long slender whip.
With obvious reluctance, Barbie gave up the whip to the slave girl. Debbie pulled Janice's arms behind her, and held her wrists tightly together. This severe position forced the anxious young secretary's big breasts to bulge beautifully. The other two nude slave girls held Janice's ankles so wide apart that she depended on Debbie's grasp on her wrists to remain upright. In this position, she had to arch her feet as much as possible to support her weight in the spike heeled shoes. Her long shapely legs were accentuated by this position, and she looked like an excellent victim for the snuff show the slave girls knew was planned for her. She was in the hands of true sex deviants who were fully capable of giving her an experience that she would never ever forget, were they to allow her to live, which was not in the plans.
Now the pretty blonde bitch's eyes bulged as she watched the lady lawyer swing the long slender whip back, and cock her arm, ready to return the abuse she had taken moments before to her cunt and tits from this silly little cunt. Now the shoe was on the other foot, so to speak, and the educated woman wielding the whip was quite willing to take her revenge on this naive young lady. She had endured so much debasement in the past week, and now was her only chance to reply to the incredible abuse that had been heaped upon her.
Debbie guessed that the secretary was no more than seventeen or eighteen years old, judging by her smooth skin and her doll's face, but her luscious body, showcased and contrasting beautifully with the black garter belt, dark nylons and red heels, was fully developed, and made an ideal human target for this whip that Barbie had used on them all so often, and on her ever since she had arrived at this incredible brothel.
This was the captive lawyer's chance to give the audacious young cunt a return engagement, this time with young Janice offering her tender meat to the whip. It was time for revenge. The naked lady lawyer with the riding crop sticking out of her anus brought the long horse whip sailing across the room, and slapping with a sharp crack into the tender belly and tit meat of the screaming girl. Janice bucked so severely at the unaccustomed abuse that she nearly pulled free from the grip of the three slave girls holding her.
She dropped her head as she became despondent, sobbing hysterically, and saw the end of the flailing whip snap up between her legs, and make perfect contact with the delicate petal lips of her young vagina. She bucked her hips forward, and caught a third blow, the second in a row to be delivered to her cunt. This one flattened her clit and slammed into the body of her cunt so hard it drove her entire sex shaft back into her uterus.
The next blow repeated yet again to her cunt, landing with equal power, and hit with perfect timing. Her bruised internal organs rebounded, and her cunt was actually pressed outward when the whip struck again such force the girl's whole cock-gripping shaft and uterus were bruised. The lawyer lady was impressive with the whip. She had never even held one before, but under these circumstances she learned very fast. The client could not help but wonder if her mammy and pappy had strung her up and whipped her as a child. He had no grounds to believe they had, but there were no restrictions on his imagination roaming.
The blonde young secretary's screams were continuous as the brutal whip, in the hands of the slave she had beaten, now attacked her belly and breasts, with each blow exploding against her fair flesh. The effect was devastating. Her big boobs bounced and flattened with each damaging blow of the whip. The young black slave woman knew enough to space the blows, so that the girl and her employer could fully appreciate the stunning force of each one. She wanted this stunning young cunt to hurt as much as she had.
When she went at the girl's back, she did so from her position in front by bringing the whip up between her legs and then snapping it back, forcing the flexible body of the long leather weapon into the spread girl's vagina as the end of the whip snapped up through her ass crack to slap a stinging blow to her back.
This fair-skinned black woman's great grandparents had been slaves in Louisiana, and had been owned by a notoriously cruel family. She had been told of the incredible human whip made from the flesh and hide of her triple-great grandmother, who had been killed so her body parts could be used to create the infamous weapon. A well-endowed male slave had been totally castrated, and his penis and scrotum used to cover the thighbone handle. She had also heard the stories of the best ways to hurt a woman with a whip. This naive blonde bitch had not even come close. It seemed from what she was achieving here tonight in abusing Janice that the stories were all true.
The whipping was enormously effective. The pretty young blonde bitch passed out and had to be revived three times before her employer determined she had taken enough, and it was time to get on with his plans for her. She had been amused, abused, humiliated, degraded, and given the gut-wrenching pain of the whip. Now it was time to complete her short life: it was time for the innocent young secretary named Janice to die. Screaming.
The young secretary's wealthy employer pulled out his penis for the first time. It was a long slender circumcised organ, and it was fully erect. He stroked it, and signalled to Barbie. It was time for her participation, in a role she had proven to love: Barbie was to be the executioner. The other eight slave girls, who had served only as nude room decorations to this point, began to dance, performing obscene moves Barbie had taught them in their daily exercise class. With the coercion of the biting whip and the ever-present gun, she had made these beautiful women into credible harem dancers. Their movements were fluid, and their postures and gestures strikingly profane.
Their dance, combined with the sexual violence that had preceded it, and the extreme violence that was to follow, created a mood of high tension in the room, which was exactly what the client intended. The young blonde girl's death was to be the high, not the low, point of the evening. In fact it was the entire point of the evening. Everything that had been planned was to support this moment. It was only Barbie's intervention with the whip that had broken the pattern. The arrogant young bitch had lost track of her place in the bordello. The beautiful but sadistic young aerobics instructor was out of control, and would have to be dealt with.
Barbie stepped forward. In her hand she held a large gleaming blade, which appeared to be too big to be a knife: it was a small sword. The thick polished steel was gently curved, and actually hooked at the tip. It looked very much like a Turkish beheading sword, and for good reason. That was exactly what it was.
The naked lady lawyer was instructed to lay down her whip and to assist Debbie in holding Janice's arms. Janice was sobbing and screaming hysterically, twisting and weaving so that her big boobs flopped freely. She saw what was planned for her, and her mind was numbed. The leap from an evening of dirty, smutty entertainment at a brothel to humiliating and whipping a high class whore to a pain session with the whip to her own murder was just too much for the beautiful teenager to grasp. Why was this happening? Why were they doing this to her? When would this crazy nightmare end?
She quickly saw it would not end soon, when Barbie told the four slave girls holding the blonde cunt to stretch her out, face up, by holding only her wrists and ankles. By bracing themselves they were able to stretch the girl out and hold her in an elevated position. Barbie instructed them to lower her until her head rested on a footstool, then pull her back so that only the back of her head touched the stool, and her neck was free of the stool. When the screaming girl was in position, she had two other slave girls grab Janice's hair, to keep the hysterical bitch from lifting her gorgeous head. This added restraint stretched out her slender neck just the way Barbie wanted it.
Now that his new employee was properly positioned, the client moved between her spread legs and planted his mouth over her cunt. He thrust his thick long tongue into her fuck chute, and opened his throat, ready to receive her terror-piss. Through years of experience with drinking directly from a human fountain, he had learned to open his throat so that he could take the warm essence directly into his stomach, so that it would retain its natural warmth. Fresh female urine, particularly piss produced in fear, was his favorite beverage, and he did not want to lose a drop.
Barbie braced herself, spreading her legs with her knees bent, and raised the heavy sword high over her head. She looked like a real pagan figure, ready to deliver the sacrifice on the alter. The central difference here was that the motive for the killing tonight was entirely sexual, not at all religious. The gods of lust and power were the only ones being served in this bizarre bordello. The price was to be the same: the life of a beautiful young innocent girl.
The client, his mouth firmly cupped over Janice's beautiful cunt, nodded to Barbie that he was ready, and she brought the blade down slowly, letting the sharp edge rest on the girl's neck. As if on cue, the young lady produced a jet of hot piss into the throat of the man who was her employer. She realized she would never collect her first pay check. Her eyes bulged, and her scream froze in her throat. Barbie slowly lifted the blade again, and when it reached its apex, the bottled up scream found its way from Janice's lungs. It echoed off the walls, and was joined by a dozen new shrill screams from the naked slave girls as the blade descended, with full force this time, and sunk deep into Janice's neck.
All of the slaves pissed themselves at the sheer horror of the scene. Barbie did not have the strength of a man, and the big blade had not nearly penetrated the full diameter of the young secretary's neck. Janice was fully conscious, though bleeding profusely, as the blade was raised into position once more. Her eyes bulged as they met Barbie's' and Barbie grinned at her as she brought the sword crashing down again. This time it struck higher, so added little to the objective of removing the girl's head. Janice was capable now of only raw gurgles, but she did so admirably, and pissed a full stream directly down into her employer's stomach, as the blade was raised for a third blow.
This time the sword hit nearly in the first wedge-shaped cut, and severed her gullet. Now her eyes were hooded as the murderous sword was lifted again. Barbie's face beamed with satisfaction as she fed her own lust. She was a natural killer, who enjoyed taking another female's life, and found sexual gratification in doing so.
Janice was still pissing full force when the next blow severed the pretty young bitch's spinal cord, and from that point onward, only the screaming and whimpering slaves were expressing any emotion. Their screams peaked as the final blow completely, but not neatly, removed the blonde head from the stimulating torso. The secretary's head was now free of her voluptuous naked body, and triple jets of blood spurted from the short neck stump.
The two holding it lifted the fresh trophy high, swinging it by the hair. Blood dripped from the neck as the fresh-cut trophy swung by like a pendulum from Barbie's small fist.. Janice's look of horror was frozen on her face, her mouth locked open in a scream as it had been at the instant she had died by the blade. Barbie promptly thrust the curved tip of the sword into the detached head's mouth, and slit open a cheek in the process.
The client was furious. He pulled his tongue from the headless torso's cunt. "You have ruined the head!" he shouted. "I gave you no orders to do that. Barbie realized her error, but was too late. She took her usual defensive stand.
"The bitch was a slut, and deserved it!" she said. The owner of the bordello entered immediately. He made a point to never miss a snuff performed at his establishment, and because this was a private affair, had been watching the event through a two-way mirror. He burst into the room, and grabbed Barbie by her hair, and lifted her off her feet. She looked just like the trophy, but with the body still attached.
"This cunt has been a real value to me, and has brought us some of the best stock we have ever had here," he said. "My apologies that she ruined your event. To make it up to you, I would like you to be my personal guest when we terminate her. I'll be happy to accommodate your schedule. Are you free next Tuesday evening?"
"Of course," the guest responded. "Thank you for your generosity. I would love to see her die. She has been a downright impudent slut this evening."
"I'm glad you can make it. She's been acting up for the last couple of weeks, and getting much to assertive for a bitch. I've had a promising young girl named Jodi training to take her place. It looks like Jodi's graduation exam will be to conduct Barbie's execution. Jodi is only sixteen, and as a grade ten student, was a freshman highschool cheerleader. She is not the jock that Barbie was, but she is athletic. She has an astounding imagination, and has a provocative figure and classic good looks. She has developed very well since her capture, and has proven to be a very sadistic and clever young lady. Barbie has outlived her usefulness to us as a servant, but will make an interesting subject for a snuff. It should prove to be a very entertaining evening." Debbie was so excited to hear that Barbie would be killed that she peed right where she stood.
Debbie did not have an active role in the production which was highlighted by Barbie's execution. She was assigned as a nude waitress, and served the bordello's special little penis-shaped sausages directly from her vagina to the mouths of diners.. She was also used to serve wine in a special way. A catheter was inserted, and her bladder filled with the wine, so that she could urinate the amber fluid into the glasses of the guests. Although Debbie and the other serving girls were made to empty their bladder before they were loaded, their normal production from their kidneys blended trickles of their own pee with the wine, to make the body-warmed beverage more interesting and titillating for the guests.
The owner of the bordello had invited his core group of customers, and the twenty men and six women each contributed a thousand dollars to participate in this spectacular event. It was only every couple months that one of the female staff would be downgraded to the level she would become the subject for a snuff event. This one was exceptional, and they had been waiting nearly five months for her to earn this extraordinary treatment.
She had procured more than two hundred luscious female slaves through the bordello's imaginative recruitment program. More than forty fabulous females had died at her hands, for the entertainment of paying customers. She had laid more than fifty miles of stinging welts on the resilient flesh of bound and screaming women, and they had produced more than a hundred gallons of fear-piss during her torture sessions. Now she was going to entertain them with her own death, by an instrument she had used on many lovely young ladies. It was Barbie's night to face the horrors she had given so many others, and the audience was prepared to watch the beautiful young fitness instructor's personal dance of death.
They were not to be disappointed. The brothel owner had devised the evening of debauched entertainment himself. The serving girls were put to work, and they climbed onto the tables and got onto their spread knees before the guests. The glasses were small, and each girl carried in her bladder enough wine to fill three glasses. The alcohol stung in their bladders, and whether full or empty, they felt as if they had to pee constantly.
Most of the guests agreed with their host that there is nothing more delightful that to have a beautiful slave girl urinate for you on demand. These well trained young female slaves did justice to the bizarre practice, and their total obedience and subservience was appreciated by the guests. They opened their vagina lips with their fingers, to ensure a controlled stream rather than a broad spray of the warm urine-colored wine. Then they thrust their hips as they had been taught to do, and when a glass was presented, released a jet of their offering directly into the glass. The guests toasted the captive ladies, and were quickly ready for more.
The slave girls, wearing only their high heels, had to race back to the kitchen to be reloaded. They would climb onto a table, spread their legs, and the thick catheter would be painfully inserted, they a full load of wine was forced through the rubber hose and through the spigot into their bladders, stretching them to the bursting point. This was the second time Debbie had been assigned to this degrading duty, and she had learned to control the pain and the urge to piss constantly, so that at worst she dribbled slightly when she moved or thrust her pelvis. It amused the guests to see the girls struggling not entirely successfully for control of their own discharge.
A disturbing side effect of having the bladder repeatedly filled to overflowing was that it produced the need for a bowel movement. The first occasion Debbie had been assigned this role, she had thought they had not properly cleared her bowels before the performance. All of the girls were required to take an enema before they performed, because the things they saw and that they were often required to do were so horrifying that there was always a danger they would inadvertently defecate.
Although such an accident was amusing, the foul odor produced was such that, unless the customers were interested in the ladies producing solid waste, they were always internally cleaned before performing, as a matter of course. After one of the slave girls had dumped a pile in the lap of a customer a couple of weeks before while watching another slave girl being eviscerated, the deep enemas became a matter of house policy.
Like most performances at this incredible bordello, this one started with a preliminary event. It featured a pair of ten year old boys and a woman. She was a proud bitch who Debbie had seen once before. She had been degraded rapidly, and the bets were on among the slave girls that she would quickly become the victim of a snuff. The woman wore only a pair of high heels, a large ball gag and a leather collar. She was paraded around the room, led by a leash around her neck. She was in her late twenties, and had a striking figure. The guests were permitted to fondle her nakedness as she was presented to each of them. She was at the turn of her menstrual cycle, and there were drops of her menstrual blood dripping from the furled lips of her vagina.
When all of the guests had examined her, she was led up onto the small stage that had been erected in the middle of the room. On the stage stood an unusual stool. It was simple, and painted white. Protruding up from the flat wooden seat were a pair of long stout dildos. The beautiful slave woman was forced to position herself over them, then to lower her weight so that the dildos penetrated her lower set of holes, and she was forced to continue to impale herself on them until her anus and vagina made contact with the wooden seat. Then her wrists were cuffed to her collar, to keep her arms up out of the way. Her raised arms also displayed her breasts in a favorable fashion.
There was a two inch thick pipe bolted to the base of the chair, that stood out a couple of feet on either side. The woman's lovely knees were spread painfully wide apart, and were strapped to the ends of the pipe, to keep them widespread. This allowed close access to her remarkable body, from both the front and back.
When she was firmly seated on the dildos, and her knees bound in place, her beautifully coffered hair was gathered on top of her head, and a full leather hood was placed on her, covering her entire head. Small holes allowed her to breathe; pads under the leather covered her ears and eyes, and the device was laced tight around her neck. Her senses of sight and sound were completely blocked. A spray was directed to her nose as she breathed in, to numb her sense of smell. Now only her sense of touch was available to her. The gagged and hooded woman was now completely isolated from most of her senses. It was as if she was in a painful limbo, with all of her attention directed to the oversize dildos invading both of her lower holes.
Now the two young boys were brought onto the stage. They wore boxer boots, a broad belt, and small compact boxing gloves. Their smooth buttocks and hairless genitals were fully displayed. Their thin gloves were not padded, but instead under the leather was a fist-shaped steel form that covered their fists, to protect their small hands when they hit her. Their clean hairless crotches were naked. The audience was delighted when they saw that this was going to be a contest involving a beautiful human punching bag.
The hooded bitch would have no idea when a blow was coming, or where it was going to land. These gloves the boys wore were sufficient, even on their small fists, to seriously hurt her repeatedly. That was the design of the contest. Without pulling or pushing her, but simply with the power of their blows, the boys were to see which was able to knock the human punching bag onto the floor. It was a simple as that.
There was, of course, no concern for this beautiful proud woman's safety, and the whole audience was anxiously anticipating that she would be severely hurt: that was the purpose and the fun of the sport. This place was, after all, supposed to primarily be a bitch-abusing establishment.
Barbie was the referee. She now wore a collar, to show that she was now reduced to the level of slave girl. She wore only high heels and a man's sleeveless striped under-shirt. She wore also two pair of large gaudy ear rings, one pair in her ears and the other pair dangled from her pierced vagina lips. She no longer carried her whip or knife. All she was permitted to have was a whistle on a gold chain around her neck.
The boys stood on either side of her, their little penises dangling between their legs. She bent down and took the immature little sex organs between her fingers, an pulled on them, working them with a milking action. The room was warm, and the boys' pink little ball sacks dangled freely. Both boys' penises, only one of them circumcised, were well extended by the very intimate attention they were getting, but neither little prick was yet fully erect. There was some question among the audience whether they were old enough to achieve full erection.
Barbie stood up, positioned the boys in front of and behind the seated slave woman, stood back, blew her whistle, and let the brutal action begin. The two young boys quickly demonstrated they were merciless. They pummelled the bound woman's defenceless body with their steel-backed leather gloves, hammering her rapidly at first, then sizing up each blow, and letting her anticipate and fear the unseen violations of her beautiful body. The boy behind her worked on her kidneys and the muscles on either side of her spine, while the boy in front attacked first her large breasts and then her exposed belly. The woman was able to make only small whines and moans through her nose as the beating progressed almost silently.
This was a true art form. Her terror was hard to read until she began to dribble her fear-piss onto the dildo stool. The little penises of the ten year old boys began to rise steadily as the youngsters warmed to their brutal task, and soon each of them sported a raging little erection. The guests wondered if at that age the young boys would be capable of producing spunk. They were too young for ejaculation, but the question made for interesting speculation.
One of the boys went to work on her ribs, and the audience heard several of her ribs crack. The other young fellow hammered her upper belly, and she heaved forward with each blow. She sounded as if she was in danger of suffocating as she wheezed through her nose.
The contest between the boys continued until at last the woman's hooded head slumped forward. They had beaten her unconscious. Barbie moved up and drove a fist into the side of the nude woman's hooded head. She always wanted to get in an extra shot whenever she could. A whip whistled through the air, and the tip snapped up between Barbie's legs. It slapped violently against the vulnerable meat of her bare cunt, and she leaped in startled pain. The abusive sadistic bitch was finally getting some of her own back. She was clearly not as adept at taking it as she was at dishing it out. The audience loved it. They glanced to see who had swung the whip, and were rewarded with the sight of Barbie's gorgeous new young replacement.
Jodi had moved in through the back door, and now the owner's new girl made her first-ever public appearance. The sixteen-year-old grade ten cheerleader was stunning, and made clear how easy it was for the owner to decide to put down Barbie. The jock bitch who was about to be forcefully retired in her early twenties looked too old when compared to the fresh young beauty of the newly trained teenage cheerleader.
Barbie's turn had come, and the beautiful young jock of an aerobics instructor was about to entertain an audience for the last time. The ladies in the audience were particularly pleased to see the tables turn on this cocky young lady. They were equally delighted to see the new girl in action. It was the ladies who had been invited to design how she would die, and they had come up with an appropriate method to make Barbie's death as painful and entertaining as any bitch slaughter could be.
The hooded woman was lifted by two burly assistants and carried off the stage, her vagina and rectum still firmly gripping the dildos on the stool. She still appeared to be unconscious, but she would probably recover to entertain with her suffering on another day. Debbie had bet against her demise. She felt the bitch was too valuable to waste in a preliminary act. She was certain that the woman would be allowed to heal, restored to health to be used as a feature performer. People would pay big money to watch such a beautiful and vain woman being murdered for sport.
The men brought Barbie forward, dragging the reluctant young jock-bitch between them, and placed her in the middle of the small stage. She was outraged, and not yet humbled by the total mastery of the bordello owner over her. She had no intention of making this easy for anyone. Her attitude was perfect, one of total defiance. It was the kind of attitude that made this type of event so satisfying for the clients. She was standing up to them, even thought she had to know she was about to be put down permanently.
A solidly built bench was brought onto the stage. It was remarkable in that it was less than a foot high, and nearly three feet wide. Stout leather straps with large brass buckles were attached by sturdy bolts to it at several points, which were clearly capable of restraining the most active captive. Debbie was quietly masturbating as she watched Barbie being forced to kneel on the bench, and to lower her upper weight onto her chest, so that her full breasts bulged severely on either side from her weight. Her knees and her arms were spread wide, then securely strapped to the bench, so that her buttocks were raised and spread, presenting clear access to her bud-shaped anus and pouting vagina. She was properly prepared for the kind of abuse the patrons greatly enjoyed, although none of them could guess what kind of treatment she would have to endure.
A rough, startlingly abrasive sound came from beyond the closed door. It sounded like the amplified noise that a rusty steel door makes. Its source was revealed when the door opened and a donkey was led into the room. The beast made the most disturbing, unnerving sound when it brayed, a sound that should have come from a creature four times its size. Debbie was shocked. The animal was male, and the end of its penis emerged from its sheath between its legs. She knew immediately that this was going to be a demonstration of bestial sex, featuring Barbie and this donkey. She wondered how the petite vagina of a woman could possibly entertain the penis of an ass. Then she grinned as she realized that Barbie was going to answer that question.
Debbie and another slave girl were required to go onto the stage and kneel on either side of the animal. Jodi used her riding crop on their nakedness to encourage them in their disgusting task: she ordered them to excite the animal with their hands and their mouths. The stiff riding crop found its way between the kneeling girls' buttocks to sting their vaginas, and they quickly went into action. Debbie was both disgusted and horrified at the thought of bestial sex, but this event was not designed for her enjoyment.
She and the other girl grasped the base of the animal's sheathed penis, and found it was much stouter than either would have imagined possible. Their touch caused a stirring in the donkey, and the tip of the naked shaft emerging from the sheath extended several inches. With it came a musty smell, and Debbie wondered where that penis had been last. It was dark, like the long stout penis of a Negro man Debbie had once seen working as a male stripper. She had assumed the animal's dick would have been pink for some reason, and that made her wonder if all asses had dark meat between their legs.
Jodi's whip now found Debbie's cunt. "Get your mouths to work on that big donkey-dick, girls!" Jodi commanded, "I want it eighteen inches long and rigid in two minutes!" To emphasize her point, Jodi stung the other slave girl's exposed cunt with the whip. Both of them quickly leaped into action. It was soon clear that the donkey was used to the oral administrations of human females. The enormous penis began to unsheathe, and it stood out nearly a foot from its protective base. It was stout, and warm to the touch of the girls' hands and tongues. They ran their tongues along its length, pressing against the big sex organ with their mouth organs to ensure some impact. The painful swatting of their cunts would continue until they had produced a raging erection in the animal.
Debbie could feel the ball at the base of the ass's cock begin to firm. She knew from her anatomy classes in high school that most four legged animals had these internal swellings in their pricks, and that once they were mounted, it swelled out to lock them together for the duration of the fuck. That would be painful for a female donkey, but very dangerous for a human female. Debbie was getting very excited knowing that Barbie would have to take this monstrous organ into her cunt, and have that ball expand inside her. It could potentially grow big enough to split the beautiful young sadistic aerobics instructor wide open. Women's vaginas were not designed to engulf a weapon of that size or strength.
Nor was a woman's tongue big enough to properly swath a donkey's penis. The two nudes desperately tried to wrap their tongues around the massive organ, and brought as much excitement to the people watching as to the donkey that was receiving their intimate attention. This obscene performance was in keeping with the brothel's favored style, being totally dehumanizing for all of the participants while titillating the audience with the multi-layered debauchment of beautiful young females.
Young Jodi was nothing more than an instrument of the bordello's owner, persuaded by at first coercion and then deceit into believing she was acting out of her own free will. This normal highschool student had been quickly brought along to the point where she was now excited that she was allowed to force grown women to grovel and to do profane things with their bodies against their will. The exhibitionist in the beautiful cheerleader had been fully exploited, and now she was a useful pawn in the hands of a ruthless master. Jodi had earned her stripes as a compassionless sadist; she was about to prove herself as a wilful bitch-killer.
Everyone present knew the outcome that was expected of her: she was to kill Barbie, the girl she was replacing. What the women in the audience knew but the men did not was how she would accomplish the entertainment-murder. It was a killing the women had planned at a coffee party the day before, and were now looking forward to watching. They had devised an incredible instrument more than a year ago, and it had only recently been completed, and was awaiting its first trial. It included their wildest fantasies, and Barbie was now going to have to live those fantasies out for the women, at the cost of her life.
The audience was impressed at the control she demonstrated over the two slave girls who were servicing the donkey with their mouths. It was incredible that, even as they licked and teased the big flesh popsicle with their tongues, she could get them to raise their haunches to present their own sex organs to the audience and to her whip. It looked like with each merciless blow to the vagina, the incredible slave girls begged for more.
Both Debbie and the other girl were in tears from the stinging blows to their delicate private meat. Both of the neatly trimmed naked pussies were swelling from the excessive attention by the brutal weapon. Amazingly, after each blow the girl who received it thrust her cunt outward, raising it and spreading her legs to receive the next stinging kiss from the relentless cunt-whip. Both of these beautiful bitches were well trained slaves, and both knew that avoidance of the merciless cunt-whipping was not one of their options. They knew that as long as they remained captive slaves in this incredible brothel, they had only one option open to them, and that was to invite more sexual brutality upon themselves. This was an invitation that was never refused.
At last the donkey's cock was ready, as Jodi wanted it. The massive organ, pointed on the end for better penetration, was more than three inches thick, and was as firm as a rubber hose. The new young slave mistress was satisfied that the beast was now ready and able to mount and enter the girl strapped with her ass propped up on the low bench. Jodi's whip slashed at the dangling breasts of the two girls servicing the beast's massive organ, and they quickly moved back, finished for the moment with their involvement in the obscene performance.
Jodi was no virgin. As a member of the cheerleaders at her school for the past two years, the sixteen-year-old had earned her position by actively balling the team's best players, working her way up through the ranks with her athletic approach to sex acts. She had proven to be one of the best girls at playing penis-pogo, a sport in which her partner lay on his back, and she bounced on and off his erection, alternating her vagina and her anus. At one team celebration, she had lined up the entire team, and amazed the other girls when she had brought all twenty-two males to ejaculation within five minutes.
She liked cock, and the lecherous bordello owner accommodated her. He allowed her to have one of the boys strip and present his erection to her. She had him sit on a stool, and she sat on his lap, taking his rigid penis deep into her colon. This left her arms free to swing her whip. Jodi was not the kind of girl who would sit back and let the show go on without her active involvement. She wanted to participate, and to take a leadership role. That made her a perfect choice for this exciting new job.
The donkey, now fully aroused, was unsettled, and it moved about skittishly, eager to mount the woman strapped ass-up on the bench. From her position on the cock of the bordello helper, Jodi slashed her whip across its ass, and the donkey moved over to check out the human female offering. The animal sniffed and licked her exposed crotch, stimulating the bound woman's naked genitals. Barbie moaned and squirmed on the bench, but she was not going to give her audience the pleasure of hearing her scream.
The animal moved between her spread legs, and lifted its front hooves up onto her back. The weight of the beast coming to bear on her shoulder blades pressed her breasts flat beneath her, but still she did not scream. The trained ass was momentarily confused, as its penis would not reach the woman's crotch. Jodi slashed her whip across its buttocks again, and the beast lurched forward, planting its front hooves on the bench, on either side of Barbie's head. Its warm moist erection lay on the crease of her buttocks. The donkey moved its hips back, and expertly ran the pointed head of its penis down across her anus, and let it slide into the nest of her vestibule. The feeling of the cunt against the sensitive organ triggered the runting instinct, and the animal suddenly thrust with its hips.
Now Barbie screamed. She felt the burst of the pointed fleshy head into her vagina, pressing her organ wide as it wedged into her. The invasion of her body by the trained ass was much more humiliating than she could have imagined possible. Being a donkey's prime squeeze was not her idea of a good time. She was startled at how big the beast's erection was, and could not believe how thoroughly it filled her. From her position, she was unable to know that only a third of its shaft was inside her.
Barbie screamed again as the donkey asserted itself, thrusting deeper, to secure its position inside her. Its shaft drove deeper into her, hammering its head against the pad of her uterus. The animal had achieved full penetration with just a few rapid jolts, but only half of its penis was engulfed in the young woman's womb. The animal was confused at the lack of depth in its human sex-partner's fuck sheath. The last time it had been used to fuck a woman, it was in a show in which the bitch had first given birth as part of the performance. Although she had been cleaned up, her cervix had still been fully expanded, and the beast had made entry right up into her uterus, which was also stretched from carrying the baby, and could accommodate its full length.
There had been no concern for the safety of the woman, but there was considerable interest in how the shrinking of her internal organs over the beast's erection would stimulate action. The ball at the base of the ass's prick had been inserted into her fuck shaft, and when it expanded she had taken it, because of her relaxed organ, but the action that followed, with her securely tied to the massive penis, was too much for her, and the donkey had been allowed to fuck her to death. That development concerned nobody, because that had been the point of the exercise. In this instance, they did not intend the donkey to fuck Barbie to death, as they had other plans for her. They expected the beast to give them a show of sexual dominance of a woman, and that was what they were getting.
With each brutal thrust, the large penis hammered hard at her organ, painfully pounding Barbie's uterus against her kidneys. Jodi had no concerns about internal damage to her predecessor, as the bitch was to be offed before the show was over, and internal damage and suffering by the victim had no negative effect on the enjoyment of a well executed entertainment murder.
Debbie watched with fascination as the donkey's big balls slapped back an forth with each thrust of its hips. With each thrust the beast farted, and with each pounding blow of its probing organ Barbie screamed. Jodi joined in on the rhythmic sequence, slapping her whip across the donkey's broad ass, encouraging greater effort from the animal. She had to measure the progress of the bestial fuck carefully, as she did not want the runting penis to break through into Barbie's guts.
Suddenly she called a halt to the painful and dehumanizing proceedings. By her estimation, the donkey was about to do irreparable damage to the girl. She did not want Barbie's cunt to be too seriously damaged before she had experienced the internal device that had been made specially for her, carefully constructed in one of the bordello patron's machine shop to the exacting specifications of the ladies in the audience. They knew what would hurt a woman, and ensured this device would do that better than anything a man could devise.
The ladies had been thorough in their instructions, and excessively degenerate in their unbridled imagination as they had worked out how the device should be made, and how it should work. As small as it was, the metal appliance could be accurately described as both monstrous and heinous. Its intention was that it slowly kill the female person unfortunate enough to wear it, using her own weight against her. The women had not been able to test it, as it would certainly kill the subject that got to wear it.
It was to be worn internally. It was made to fit into the vagina, and beyond, but only by stretching the wearer's sex organ beyond comfortable limits.. The device was made of bright metal, with metal leaves that overlapped covering its surface. It was about the size of a wine bottle, but was much more complex. There was a large steel loop at the broad end of the device, as well as half a dozen buttons that could be depressed. The narrow end of the appliance had a hole in view, and the rounded end of a shaft showed inside it.
Two male assistants unstrapped Barbie from the bench, flipped her onto her back, and once more strapped her securely in place. A twelve inch thick beam was thrust under her raised hips, to elevate her crotch. Her legs were strapped so that they remained wide spread, and she went up onto her tip toes to relieve the discomfort to her back. This totally indecent posture ideally displayed her moist and swollen vagina to the audience.
A small "moaning" gag was strapped into Barbie's mouth. It was a cruel device that consisted of a small ball that discouraged loud screams but permitted the wearer to moan and whimper freely. The ball had inch-long spikes that jammed into the wearer's tongue and the roof of her mouth, preventing the tongue movement that enables a rousing scream. This infamous device also provided some color, with the victim's blood trickling from her mouth and down her chin. Barbie's head was propped up with a small block of timber, that allowed her to view with terror the preparations for her murder.
Jodi displayed the new metal mechanical vagina plug so that Barbie and the guests would see what was in store for her. Once implanted in her cunt, they would not get to see its operation, just the activity of her body in response to its operation inside her womb. The gorgeous young woman strained her well developed nude body as she watched with the audience the demonstration. Jodi grasped the base of the device, and turned the steel ring with the other hand. The metal leaves of the implement's skin began to slide against each other as it slowly enlarged. It was a true cunt-stretcher! As Jodi turned the ring, the audience and Barbie began to grasp just how effective it would be. The device continued to expand, until it was a startling five inches in diameter.
At that point, the leaves of the instrument locked, and revealed slot-shaped holes that were perfectly aligned. Now Jodi pressed one of the buttons, and a set of broad blades were pushed out through these holes, driven by powerful springs. The blades were not sharp, but had rounded edges, and were angled so that they would dig into the muscle of Barbie's vaginal sheath, grasping the device-gripping meat to prevent the instrument from being pulled out of her. The bound girl lost control and pissed when she saw the dull blades protrude through the slots. They stuck out more than two inches, and would be extremely painful and damaging to her most intimate part. She was in very deep, and she knew it.
Now Jodi pressed another button on the base of the device, and the round-nosed shaft at the other end slowly emerged, also driven by a spring. The movement was obscene as the shaft came out of the hole in the end, probing like a metal cock. It took little imagination on the part of the audience or Barbie to see that this shaft would emerge against her cervix, and would be driven through that slender entrance up into her uterus! This weapon would fill her cunt, and then finger fuck her inner organ! Barbie writhed and moaned through her spiked gag, and blood trickled from her mouth and down across her jaw and neck. She was as productive in her terror as they had planned she would be.
Barbie's eyes bulged as the next button was pressed, and a set of needles sprang from the slender extended shaft. These would pierce the tender meat of her uterus, making even the slightest movement excruciatingly painful. That was not the worst of it. Jodi pressed another button, and an acid spurted from the end of the protruding shaft. The audience was delighted when a couple of drops of the acid landed on Barbie's spread inner thighs, and caused her to strain incredibly as the spots of acid smoked on her flesh as it burned tiny but painful holes in the tender meat of her upper legs. The audience appreciated the demonstration of what would happen on a large scale inside her when a full dose of that meat-burning acid was injected into the depths of Barbie's womb. The women had been very creative in devising this monstrous bitch-killing toy.
The naked victim was straining frantically at her bindings, providing the audience with an excellent show of her remarkably developed body. Barbie's vigorous and desperate attempts to escape her fate supplied a first class demonstration of her well-toned muscles and all of her fully displayed female parts. She worked up a beautiful sweat, so that her smooth skin was soon slicked with the sheen of own basting. Running rivulets of her moisture dampened her hair, ran between her breasts, and wet the flesh of her naked belly and thighs.
A fresh spray of her steaming fear-piss arched from her elevated cunt as blood trickled from the corners of her mouth. Her efforts were excessive, but her bindings were secure, and she remained struggling in the same position while Jodi demonstrated the novel tool. She was ready for her final performance, and the audience was ready to see the beautiful and lively young woman being creatively killed. Barbie's life would be sacrificed to temporarily satisfy the lust of the bordello's most favored patrons.
Her cunt was full and flared from the sexual heat of the evening's debauched activities. It was a marvelous example of the female sex organ. The bordello's owner felt it fitting that Barbie's cunt was to be the center of her final act while alive. Jodi paid the elevated cunt homage with her whip. The lash stung the exposed organ from several angles, with stinging smacks that caused it to open further. The audience was silent so that they could hear all of the bound and gagged girl's squeals and moans. She did not disappoint them.
When young Jodi was satisfied that the older girl's vagina was properly prepared, she put down her cunt-smacking whip and took up the devious mechanical instrument once more. Barbie's eyes bulged in terror as Jodi turned the handle on the device to retract the blades and to reduce it to its more compact original size. Barbie knew Jodi was reversing the machine's expansion only so that she could begin the terrible vaginal insertion. She strained as hard as she could against her leather bindings, and then lost bladder control, sending a steaming arch of fear-piss coursing across the stage.
Jodi placed her free hand over the patch of pubic hair above Barbie's cunt, then used her fingers to spread the flared sex-lips as wide as she could. Watching a woman punishing a woman was an exciting sight to the spectators, and the fresh innocence of the teenage cheerleader contrasted beautifully with the sight of the bound woman whom these people had seen perform so many merciless sadistic acts during her tenure as house sadist. Jodi laid the rounded head of the cold steel machine against the steaming spread pink lips, so that it nested neatly in the spread cunt's broad vestibule, kissed by the tender sweating cuntlips.
Barbie was frozen with fear, fully aware of the severe damage this smooth instrument could do with its hidden blades. Her temporary immobility permitted Jodi to insert the body of the steel shaft into her naked womb. The insertion was not easy, as the shaft was so thick that it forced the female organ to stretch wide to its limit. The designers had measured several volunteers to determine the maximum width and length, and had built the womb-torturing weapon to those excessive specifications.
The teenager strained as she gave four heavy heaves, leaning forward in her high heels, her full breasts swinging, putting her entire weight into the project. Her efforts were rewarded when Barbie's spread vagina-lips touched the base of the heinous instrument, framing its terrible controls.. The monstrous metal device, larger and more lethal than any human cock, was now planted in the shapely young woman who was to die.
A strong but slender rope was lowered from a pulley in the ceiling, so that it dangled above the raised crotch of the victim. Jodi put her fingers through the steel ring on the base of the device and jerked on it to test the involuntary grip of Barbie's cunt. She could not move it, but was not satisfied. Using both hands she turned the ring, and the metal leaves that made up the skin of the device began to spread, enlarging it inside Barbie's fully packed cunt. The instrument slowly spread, at first stretching the shaft of Barbie's womb, then put increasing pressure on the strained fuck muscle, painfully enlarging it internally far beyond nature's intent. Phase one of the evening's entertainment murder was to make the beautiful female sex organ into a monster cunt.
Barbie's gurgling screams announced the success of the operation. Her vagina was painfully stretched to the limit, causing her to raise her hips even more in her desperate attempts to alleviate the incredible pain. The audience cheered her vain but entertaining efforts to get relief from her suffering. Jodi stood back and allowed the older girl she was replacing to writhe in agony. Her dance of suffering was highly erotic from the point of view of the audience. She continued to perform without further encouragement, sweating profusely, raising high on her toes, arching her hips and displaying her painfully packed cunt to the appreciative men and women in the elite audience.
After giving the audience ample time to enjoy the naked girl's struggles, Jodi moved in again and tied the rope to the steel ring between Barbie's spread legs. She pulled the rope tight, lifting Barbie so that only the greatest effort allowed her toes to touch the low bench to which she was strapped. The strain on her cunt was enormous, but was about to be increased. Jodi pressed the first button, and the dull flat curved blades began to emerge, driven by the strong internal springs, so that they dug painfully deep into the strained tender meat of Barbie's tender fuck muscle.
The increased level of pain was so great that Jodi had to quickly step aside to give the excited audience a clear view of the unfortunate girl's increased level of activity. Even with the restrictive bindings of the straps restraining her. Barbie managed to put on a great show of straining, twisting and squirming. She threw her head back so that her neck was severely arched. Her throat was stretched to the limit, and blood trickling from the corners of her mouth ran into her ears. The audience was aroused at the sight of her naked struggling form, but her suffering had just begun.
Now Jodi called on the two male assistants, who grasped the rope and pulled it even more severely upward. Jodi unfastened the straps that held Barbie to the bench, and she was lifted until she swung free upside down, with her entire weight supported by the device locked in her cunt. The men lowered her enough that her hands could reach the floor, then they tied the rope off. She was able to take some of her weight on her arms, providing some minor relief to the incredible stress to her cunt. The purpose of letting her use her arms for support was the visually stimulating sight she provided as she attempted the difficult handstand.
Barbie's inverted position caused her large breasts to dangle to her shoulders. Jodi took this opportunity to slap the exposed base of the full mammaries with her riding crop, making the big tits bounce with each cruel blow. The sixteen-year-old was delighted that she would be permitted to freely whip a grown woman with such abandon, and she took full advantage of her privilege. There was no way she would pull her blows. Within moments the big breasts showed large welts that covered them in an angry crisscross pattern. Barbie was totally helpless to defend herself. She tried once to use her arms crossed over her breasts, but the price she paid with the extra tugging to her cunt was more than she could take, and she once again left her breasts unprotected in order to support her weight on her arms.
The incredible battering her breasts were taking tired her, and soon her arms were no longer of much use in holding her up. Now that her weight was once again supported entirely by her cunt, Jodi went at the breasts and the cunt with her riding crop with renewed vigor. Every blow made a loud smacking sound that echoed off the walls of the small private theater. The grunt of the young whipper as she released her blow, the sound of tightly woven leather striking resilient female flesh, followed immediately by the squeal of the female victim, was music to the ears of the spectators, and tonight they were hearing a symphony.
Jodi covered the entire naked body of her beautiful victim with damaging blows, but returned always to those luscious breasts and that swollen metal-stuffed cunt. This was no time for mercy, and none was shown by the power-crazed young girl. During her recruitment the bordello's agent had discovered that the girl had been severely sexually abused as a small child by her mother, and now she was acting out her revenge for the profit of the bordello's owner. When she was seven years old, her mother had entertained other single mothers by acting out sexual fantasies with the small girl. She had thrust pens into little Jodi's hairless vagina, and had once worked a thick permanent marker into the child's anus, and forced her to sign her name on cards for her visitors.
By the time she was eight, her mother was entertaining boyfriends with her naked child, and had taught her to couple with a pet Dalmation. Before her ninth birthday, little Jodi had been forced to service the hound with all three of her little holes, and had done her incredible dog act at parties to earn extra money for her mother and her friends. At ten she graduated to a large Doberman her mother had picked up through an ad in the newspaper. The animal had not required much training; the people who were selling it wanted to get rid of the beast because it had developed the habit of mounting people's legs. It took little training for the mother to get it to mount herself, and when it expected human females to accommodate its insatiable lust, the little girl was next to experience its massive penis.
Her mother and a boyfriend had at last been imprisoned when sets of color photos of the naked little girl mating with the large dog surfaced throughout the Midwest. The police had traced the source of the bestial kiddie-sex photos, and had burst into their apartment during a movie session. They had hit the home child-pornography studio with their guns drawn, and had shot the large dog as it was ejaculating in the naked child.
Jodi had never forgotten that horrifying experience. The courts had put Jodi into a foster home, where she had grown up in a normal family setting, but the child had kept a burning hatred for her mother seething beneath the surface, and now these powerful people were putting her quirk for bringing excessive abuse to women to work for them. Jodi was performing her duties admirably, and the bright and malleable teenager promised to be a useful tool for their devious sports, at least until they tired of her.
At sixteen, Jodi had not yet learned the value of thinking of what lay ahead of her; she lived for the day. It did not occur to her that one day, perhaps soon, she would be in Barbie's position, as a human object whose death would be designed to provided entertainment to an audience. Her fate would be determined entirely by the whim of the bordello's owner, who at the moment saw her as a useful tool in performing deadly duties while displaying her own sexual charms.
Jodi instructed the male assistants to raise Barbie until her hands could no longer reach the floor. They tied her off so that her cunt was just below Jodi's eye level. Jodi now pressed another of the buttons, and the slender tube was released to push up through Barbie's cervix into her uterus. When the device started to move, Barbie gurgled a scream through her spiked ball gag. Jodi let her kick and squirm, and when that activity slowed, she renewed it by pressing the next button, releasing the needles from the slender shaft. Now the device had a firm grip on the hapless young Barbie's gonads. Sweat dripped to the floor from the inverted nude, hanging by the device planted so firmly in her womb.
The more Barbie struggled, the greater her agony. She learned this quickly, and made her mindless struggling as brief as she could tolerate. When she became inactive, Jodi moved forward again and pressed another button. Brown smoke emerged from the metal-jammed cunt to announce she had released burning acid deep into the unfortunate cheerleader bitch's womb.
Its effectiveness was confirmed by Barbie's renewed activity. She arched her back, kicked her legs, and squirmed erotically in her exaggerated postures as she hung upside down by the monstrous machine in her cunt. She was suffering the agony of the damned, with no end in sight for her inhuman suffering. This was the kind of sport the people in the audience had come to see, and they were being rewarded with this incredible bitch torturing session.
No more whipping was necessary in this remarkable torture session. Barbie was getting back in spades the gross sexual abuse she had given to so many of the female slaves at the bordello. Debbie and the other slaves had learned to appreciate the sexual side of torture, and they were all masturbating feverishly and shamelessly as they watched the treatment their nemesis was receiving at the hands of her replacement.
Now it was time for the outrageous killing show's spectacular conclusion. Leaving the rope tied off, the men lifted Barbie a foot higher, then suddenly let go. Barbie dropped to her original position, and her womb took the full force of the jerk that stopped her when her weight came suddenly onto the monstrous implement that filled it. Her scream filled the room, and she kicked and squirmed hysterically. This was incredibly brutal treatment of the female organ. Her entire weight had been jerked on the heinous implement inside her, and the needles and blades in her uterus and vaginal walls had torn deeper into her organ-meat.
The men raised her again, this time pulling her up two feet. On Jodi's signal they released her again, letting her fall to the end of the rope. This time it was clear the drop did some internal damage to the merciless bitch. This drop was much more damaging that the first had been. Within seconds of hitting the end of the rope, blood began to drip from Barbie's tortured cunt. Jodi instructed the men to raise the bitch higher, and they pulled her up three feet.
Begging them hysterically to stop, Barbie screamed at the top of her lungs as she dropped for the third time. A spray of blood emerged from her cunt as she hit the end of the rope, and her response to dance more actively than ever. The audience loved the incredibly brutal action. They thrived on sexual violence, and this feature event was as violent as they could wish. The bitch was getting the extreme sexual abuse she so richly deserved. In fact, the audience would have been as plea ed if it were a totally innocent young woman on the end of that rope.
The men were instructed to raise Barbie only a foot this time, and the short drop was now as devastating as the long drop had been. Jodi progressed back to three feet, and after the last drop, Barbie was bleeding also from her mouth, and was less active than she had been. This incredible violence to her cunt and inner womb was taking its toll, and the well-conditioned female exercise instructor was starting to fade. They had, as expected, found the limit of her endurance. Now Jodi told the men to take her right up to the ceiling. Barbie would drop more than eight feet! She squirmed and danced as she was raised, babbling hysterically as she realized what was in store for her.
It took all of her courage for Debbie to watch as Barbie swung there, with her bleeding cunt pulled right up to the large pulley attached to the ceiling. Jodi leaped in the air with her knees spread in true cheerleader form, dropped her arm in a slashing motion, and shouted at the top of her lungs "NOW!" The men let go of the rope. Suddenly the inverted naked form of the beautiful aerobics instructress plunged downward. When the rope snapped tight, there was a loud and rapid sloshing sound, like someone had punched the center out of a watermelon.
The slave girls all screamed in horror. Barbie dropped right to the floor, breaking her neck as she hit the floor, leaving her entire reproductive system caught on the steel machine like bloody bait on a hook. When she had hit the end of the rope part way down, the rope had snapped tight, and her entire sexual plumbing had been ripped out of her. The audience stood up and cheered enthusiastically, and Jodi bowed, then turned and mooned them with the impudence that had earned her this role.
Barbie's carcass lay, tits up, legs spread, displaying the gaping bloody hole where her cunt had been. The destruction of her womb had been total. And now the bitch was nothing but dead meat. She had gone out as she had lived, as outrageously as possible. Now the slave girls had another mistress to dread in the enthusiastic cheerleader Jodi. Their fate could only get worse under this heartless young bitch.
They could see that her ambition would only be actualized by their suffering. They were glad the murderous Barbie was no longer going to torture them; they had actually rejoiced in her horrible death. They also realized that her replacement was likely to be even more cruel to them, and that their future now looked more bleak than ever. As slaves they had nothing to say about their fate, but it was certain that the punishments and torture events would be more terrifying than ever. They were all trembling as they were finally taken back to their cages, to imagine with terror the horrors that awaited them under their new mistress.
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