John heard of the theater from some friends at the S/M club he belonged to in Los Angeles. He had been intrigued by the descriptions and just a little disbelieving about them. He decided to save up his money and see for himself. The theater was in Brazil, not in Rio, but in one of the lesser known cities. He got the address and after arranging his passport booked his flight and left, very excited. Arriving in Rio he had to hire a cab to take him to his destination, it was expensive but he was disinclined to wait for the next bus in four hours.
The trip took three hours, and he tried to admire the rugged scenery but his mind dwelt on the show he hoped top see. He booked in at the best hotel which to his surprise was better than he expected, bought a map and then went exploring, to search for his theater. After a great deal of walking and taking wrong turns he eventually turned a corner and there it was emblazoned in illuminated letters across the front. GRAND GUIGNOL, a name taken from a theater that existed in Montmartre in Paris until its closure in the sixties. It was an old building and he walked excitedly up to the box office. An old lady raised her eyes from the gothic romance she was studiously reading. She spoke but he understood no Portuguese, she smiled, and said "American"? in quite good English, "we get a lot of Americans here". "When is the next show " he asked. "On Saturday ", she replied. Seeing John's face fall she quickly added, " we only have one show a week." It was Thursday , so John had two full days before the show. John shrugged, and bought the best seat he could get, which in fact was in the front row of the stalls. The price of the ticket was exorbitant, but he realized that to stage such shows the extra FX needed was probably very expensive. He had been told by his friends to get as close to the stage as possible, and take field glasses.
The days passed slowly, he admired the buildings and the small museum the town sported. Their seemed to be an abundance of beautiful women to satisfy every taste in shape. John was an unashamed tit man and he was not disappointed in this town.
Saturday arrived and he was excited. The show started at eight in the evening and according to the program lasted for about four hours, he wondered why it said, about four hours rather than exactly four hours, but just thought it was some South American eccentricity. At seven thirty he made his way to the entrance and after showing his ticket was shown to his seat. It was obviously the best seat in the house, right in the center of the front row. The stage was a little smaller than a regular theater but otherwise everything looked the same. The one major difference was that the stage instead of being raised was about four feet lower than the auditorium. The place began to fill up and John was surprised when a woman sat in one of the seats next to him. She seemed to be alone which was even more of a surprise. Seven fifty five music started to play, not anything recognizable just background music but it created the right mood.
At eight o'clock sharp the house lights went down and the packed house of about five hundred people waited as the curtain parted and a man dressed in evening wear appeared. A soft red spotlight illuminated his position and he began to speak, first in Portuguese and then in English " Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to Guignol, we hope you enjoy the show and will be amused and entertained by what we present this evening in our tableaux, as you see from the program there are six before the interval and four after it. We respectfully ask that you refrain from taking pictures, there will be a souvenir program on sale in the foyer at the end of the performance. I will not bore you with more idle chatter but just ask you to sit back and enter the Fantasy World of Guignol." He raised his hand and the curtains parted to reveal the set for the first tableaux.
The scene was intended to depict a plantation in the south of United States. Some huts formed the backdrop and a heavy wooden whipping post stood in the center. From between two of the huts two men appeared dragging a young black female aged around 19. She was being pulled toward the post. She wore a tattered dress and when they reached the dais and the post, one of the men placed his hand in her neckline and ripped it down, tearing the material from her body, Naked she was quite lovely, and her sobbing quite realistic! Dragged to the post her arms were stretched above her head and fitted into heavy steel manacles at the wrists. Her toes barely reached the floor. A third man appeared, he was obviously the overseer, in his hand he carried a heavy bullwhip. He had a moustache and was the embodiment of the old style 'bad guy'
The girl looked over her shoulder, her breasts rubbing against the splintery wood. The man smiled and uncoiled the leather whip allowing it to trail along the ground, like a snake ready to strike. He moved further back and raised the whip arm, in a second he had cracked the whip, making the poor girl jump. Now he took aim and brought the whip down hard against the naked flesh of her back. Immediately she let out a piercing scream of pain and a red weal appeared across both shoulder blades. One after the other he laid on the lash, each stroke bringing new marks and more screams. After 20 strokes he stopped and instructed the men to turn her round. She was released and placed with her back to the post and remanacled. As her back, now bloody and wealed was pulled against the splintery wood more screams of anguish came from her.
John was amazed at the realism of the scene, how on earth did they simulate the cuts and weals so effectively. Meanwhile the man now began to whip her front. The harsh leather cut across her breasts with realistic force, each blow making the girl jump and howl. A second man joined the first and he was left handed so that the whole of the front of her body was whipped at the same time. The female slumped in her bonds and the curtain fell. This was surpassing anything john had imagined and this was only the first scene!
There was a pause and you could hear the scenery being changed, once more the curtains rose, this time the setting was the dungeons of the inquisition, this was obvious by the garb of the three men sitting behind a table to one side. It was a dark scene setting the mood carefully. In front of the table stood a woman aged about forty, she was clothed in a long dirty white shift that dragged on the ground. Her hands were manacled in front of her. The men began to question her and although he could not understand the language it was easy to follow the 'plot' . The questions finished, she was taken by two men to the other side of the dungeon where the instruments of torture stood. A brazier glowed, giving an eerie glow to the proceedings. She was stripped until she stood naked before them, the chains removed from her wrists. Ropes were attached to her wrists behind her back then a chain was pulled down from the roof and the ropes looped over a hook. She began to cry as the chains were pulled upwards bending her body at the waist as her arms were pulled up vertically behind her. They kept on pulling until her feet left the paved floor causing an unholy strain to be placed on her shoulders. She screamed in pain but they carried on until she hung with her feet three feet from the floor. One of the inquisitors stood before her asking her questions again, but she shook her head. He shouted at her and one of the men jerked the chains which immediately dislocated her shoulders, then signalled to another who left and returned with a much younger female. She could not have been more than eighteen but looked much younger.
She was pulled in front of the other one and he spoke again and John made out the word for mother before the girl was also stripped naked. It was obvious that the pair really were mother and daughter they were olive skinned and the facial features were so much alike. The similarity did not end their either, both women had outstanding breasts, not sagging monsters but beautifully shaped large round globes. All this was clear as they had stripped the younger female before she was brought on. She was terrified and John could see that it was not acting .
The young girl was thrown on the floor and chains wrapped around her ankles. Two chains were pulled down from the ceiling and attached to the ankle chains firmly. The chains were pulled and her body raised with them until she hung suspended with her face lying against her mothers crotch, and this pulled her mothers face hard up against her crotch. Using ropes both females were tied together with the ropes going around their necks and the hips of the opposite. Pulling their faces even harder in to the pussy areas. Now two men stood at one side of each of them and using heavy leather pleated whips began to lash their bodies. After 100 strokes the bodies were covered in raw red and bloody weals. Once more the curtain fell. Two more similar tableaux followed and then it was the interval.
John went out to the bar, he felt he needed a drink after that. never in his wildest imaginings had he expected the show to be so realistic and he was still trying to figure it out when he heard voices at the next table, speaking English. He asked if they would mind if he joined them and they smiled and said no of course not. "Is this your first time here?" asked one "Yes" said John "but how do they find such great actresses and they must pay a fortune for the great special effects." At this all three men began to laugh. "Haven't you figured it out yet, they are not actresses they are doing it for real." John looked at them in disbelief, feeling he was being had. " But I saw that woman seem to have her shoulders dislocated," John said. "Yes" said the man "and they were, the ladies in the first part of the show are very highly paid professional submissives and enjoy the pain along with the great deal of money they receive. Everything you saw was for real and the pain they suffered was real pain."
John sat open mouthed unable to believe what he was hearing. The man seeing his incredulity said, "wait till you see the second half, if you thought the first part was good. The woman in the following parts are there for a slightly different reason, for the money certainly, but although a couple of them may be masochists that is incidental to the scenarios and the acts themselves. If they happen to enjoy what is being done to them then that is a bonus, they are being very highly paid for what they allow to be done to them, or in some cases I should say their relatives are. This is a poor country generally, a rich class and a poor. Many of that poorer class see the Guignol as way to make large sums of money to assist the family. You may be interested to know that there is a substantial waiting list of women who want to be in the show." At that point the conversation was interrupted by the bell signalling the start of the second half.
John returned to his seat. His companion seated next to him smiled and in broken English asked "Did you enjoy the first half? He looked at her and smiled " God yes it was incredible. " She smiled and said "perhaps you would like to give me your opinion at the end. I am a writer and like to get other peoples' views." He managed to say yes a as the curtain rose once more. She leaned towards him and said quietly, " There are three scenes in the second half."
A different setting but the same theme. A dark forbidding dungeon, with just enough light for the audience to see what was going on. A shrill scream rent the silence of the theater and two near naked men dragged a female on to the stage. She was shouting in Portuguese and John even with his limited understanding of the language understood.. It seemed she had changed her mind about appearing! She was struggling as two more men appeared. She was wearing a single piece dress of rough material, one of the men gripped it at the neck and ripped it downward. She now stood quite naked before them. John's cock immediately rose to a hard pole. She was possibly 25, beautiful, as all of the women had been so far. Lovely legs and narrow hips a tiny waist and breasts that were beautiful full heavy globes that stood out firm and proud on her chest, the four inches aureole surmounting each had a fat inch long nipple sticking out remarkably. Even though he was a tit man, John had given up trying to estimate the various sizes of the women he had seen tonight. He was stunned.
The four men dragged her, struggling over to what appeared to be a set of stocks, they stood 4 feet tall and had two holes in the center of a long seven foot bar. The holes about three or four inches in diameter.and four inches apart. The center section of the bar was lifted and she was pushed close it. Strong hands lifted her fleshy breasts and laid them in the two half circles of the stocks. Her nipples were grabbed and as she screamed were pulled forward then the top half of the stocks was replaced trapping her breasts in between. Two screws held the bar secure. Both tits now sat out like eight inch balls on her chest in front of her. Her arms were stretched along the bar on each side and her wrists placed in metal manacles. Strong wire then used to bind her arms to the wood. One of her tormentors approached carrying a bunch of 16 inch long wooden skewers. In the top edge of the bar were small holes and he placed one of the skewers in to the first hole and pressed down. The girl gave a shriek as the point pierced her flesh on the way through. The point emerged from the bottom edge of the stocks. Three more were placed in that breast then he moved to place four in the other one. Manacles were placed on her ankles and her legs pulled sideways to leave her feet clear of the floor. Now she was supported entirely by her spiked tits. A much longer spike was produced and the point placed at the side wall of the right breast, close to the wood. It was pushed as far as it would go, until it appeared at the outside wall of that tit then it was pressed in to the other one, the metal joining both tits together.
John was amazed and for the first time realized that it really was real, this was no act, not in the normal sense of the word anyway. As he watched he became even more excited at the thought that this was just the first of four acts in the second half, and he had been told that they get progressively stronger. The girl was screaming as they began to whip her back with a heavy plaited whip. bits of skin flying in all directions and John found himself marked here and there with small drops of blood. The curtain fell.
The next scene was once more set in the dungeon. The center piece being a heavy wooden rack and it was to this that a screaming girl was dragged. A nubile female of about eighteen. She was already naked and was struggling all the while, her heavy breasts bouncing to her movements. Like the other one she seemed to have changed her mind, but too late. All of course adding to the realism of the show.
Her struggling body was lifted and laid on the planks of the rack. The four men holding her, stretching her arms and legs to the top and bottom of the device. Steel manacles were fitted to her wrists and ankles and then ropes to the rings in the metal. Her wrists were attached to rings at the top and her ankles held as the ropes were wound round a drum at the bottom. Some turns of a large wheel soon tightened the ropes and her body. More turns soon made her body as taut a bow string. The men began to slide the wooden slats from under her, leaving her suspended in the air. The stretching continued, and her shoulder joints fought hopelessly against the pressure but were unequal to the strain and both joints were dislocated. Her body sagged just a little but the slack was immediately taken up and her body once more became taut. They were careful not to go too far ,they did not want to pull her arms off altogether. As before the scene ended and the curtain dropped to her body being beaten, this time with thin canes.
The next scene involved an older yet extremely attractive female. It seemed to be mandatory that the 'victims' were attractive and have large breasts, as this one did. She was not struggling as the two men led her to the platform that stood like a scaffold in the center of the stage. A two pillared support stood waiting with a cross bar on top from which dangled a noose. A rope led from this noose over a pulley on the bar and down to a clamp at one side. She was taken to the scaffold and walked the three short steps up to the top where two men dressed as executioners stood waiting for her, ropes dangling from their hands. She was stood on a small raised area about twelve inches high. One of the men began to remove her clothes, she was dressed in everyday street clothes. Item by item they were removed until she stood naked. Now they began the process of binding her body. Her ankles were first and then about six inches further up, her calves were next, her knees, below and above and up until she was held in the tight ropes. Her arms were treated separately. A wooden rod an inch thick was placed under her arm pits then her wrists were pulled forward. Her wrists were tied tightly and the same ropes wrapped around her breasts at the roots. Finally ropes were used around her face, each successive winding close to the last. The woman must have been terrified not knowing what was going to happen. The audience who could see it all did not have long to speculate. The noose was placed around her neck, and the vertical rope pulled tight right at the back. A crank on the small platform on which she stood was turned and the surface began to lower. Soon her toes began to vainly try to find a foothold. but the inevitable happened and soon she was dangling by her neck. It was soon obvious why she had been bound so securely. So long as she did not move so the chances of her strangling were less. But of course it was inevitable that left long enough she would die, after another minute the curtain fell.
John was stunned, the show exceeding his wildest expectations. He found himself feeling disappointed that there was only one scene left. The woman next to him spoke again, " I can tell you have enjoyed the show," and she smiled as she glanced pointedly at the bulge in his trousers. "Yes" he replied "but I am sorry that its nearly over." "Ah, but the next scene is the finale and they always have something special at the end. I am sure you will not be disappointed. By the way my name is Juliette, would you like to come to my home after the show for some drinks and we can talk about it?" John thought for a moment then replied. "Yes, I think I would like that." For the first time he began to really look at her, the show had distracted him somewhat. She was about 30 and very expensively well preserved. She was dressed in a dress that was cut low at the neck, allowing more than a glimpse of full mature breasts, as large as any of the females in the show. She was well made up, her hair done by a good hairdresser was brown with a few traces of grey. She laid her hand on his and said "good" The long blood red finger nails glistening bright.
The final scene began. In the center of the stage stood a huge guillotine. It varied slightly from the norm as where the victim usually placed the head was replaced with two four inch holes. about four feet from the floor. The stage seemed strangely empty and very dimly lit. There was the sound of voices from one side and a door opened ,the stream of bright light illuminating two men with a female between them. The initial light revealed that the victim was about thirty, like his companion and just as attractive. She was wearing a peasant blouse and flared skirt. The blouse moving seductively as she walked caused by the movement of a pair of really large breasts of course. The door closed and once more the stage was in gloomy half light. John noticed that most of the audience were using field glasses of one sort or another. The darkness was obviously expected and was obviously done on purpose. The woman was not struggling but through his own glasses John could see tears streaming down her face from tightly closed eyes. The process of stripping her commenced until she stood quite naked. Although her breasts were large it was her aureoles and the nipples that were her most outstanding feature. Each measured a good four inches wide and were a dark, dark brown. In the center of each, grew a nipple that was red and must have measured an inch long and really fat.
She was extremely hirsute and the dark hair covered the insides of her thighs and stretched up thick past her navel. Not once had she struggled and it was obvious that she was resigned to whatever fate had in store for her. She was pulled back by her arms until the backs of her legs hit the front edge of a stone like bench, spreadeagled, her wrists and ankles were manacled to the four corners, her ass just resting on the front edge, pushing her pubes forward invitingly. A man was led on to the stage, he was short, not quite a dwarf, he had a broad metal around his neck and a chain was attached, the other end in the hand of one of the "executioners'. When the loincloth was removed there was a gasp from the audience, his flaccid penis hung past mid thigh and was as thick as a normal wrist. The woman raised her head when she heard the noise from the audience and for the first time she showed some fear, as she struggled in her chains. The man suddenly noticed the bound female and tried to reach her, only to be restrained by his captor. One change that was immediately apparent was in the sudden size of his organ, it had grown in that short space of time and now reached outward at least fourteen inches in front of him and three inches thick. The other two men lifted a handful of thin grease and spread it over the length of his penis then pulled him towards the stone bench.
The bench was at just the right height for him as they guided the rampant cock between the fleshy lips of her sex. He was released and like a shot from a gun he plunged deep in to her. She screamed with the sudden insertion but he kept on, like a machine, plunging in and out, each stroke moving in and out about eight inches. His hands, like talons reached for her tits and he used them like handles to hold on to her as he rammed his weapon even further in to her body until all its length was buried in her. It was noticeable that with each withdrawal a small trickle of blood was apparent on her thighs. After fifteen minutes he made loud animal noises and it was obvious he was about to orgasm. He gave an extra loud scream and thrust deep in to her then his small body collapsed against her, no longer holding her tits he slid down, his penis sliding out of her vagina to be followed by a great ball of gooey whitish sperm. She was sobbing as the audience roared in approval.
She was released from the manacles and half carried over to the guillotine. She was laid on the floor, her legs were pulled back and laid calf to thigh then pulled up close to her torso and straps placed around her body to hold them tightly against her. She was lifted bodily and carried towards the guillotine. She was held upright over a post that was set in the floor fairly close to the uprights. The post was four feet in length. Her body was lowered until one of the men could guide the dildo shaped head into the entrance of her ass hole. About ten inches from the end of the phallus, a metal rod cross piece had been fitted bisecting the post. She was then pushed hard against the mechanism in front of her, one of the men released the top half of the stock like device and she was pushed until her large breasts rested in the two halves. The top section was then replaced holding her tits tightly. The guillotine was set at a slight angle to the audience and her breasts looked like two balls on the front of the wood. Her arms were pulled behind her back and her wrists tied, then a rope was placed around her elbows and they too tied together until they touched. The man holding her, released her body and she hung suspended by her clamped breasts.
A device was brought close, it was a metal clamp like thing. It had two short arms an inch long that were covered in rubber and tapered over the length from half an inch to a quarter. The two arms were a quarter an inch apart and attached at the thick end to a heavy ring. A broad metal belt was placed about her waist and tightened in place, reducing her waist by two or three inches painfully. The two prongs were slipped in to her nostrils, and pressed in tightly effectively preventing her breathing through her nasal passages. A chain was attached to the ring and stretched back over her head. pulling her head backwards until she was staring up at the ceiling. The other end of the chain was attached to a ring in the waist belt, anchoring her head firmly. Yet another device was produced, it was a metal tube two inches in diameter with a ring piercing one end. The end of the tube in her mouth had a cap sealing the end except for a small hole in the center a quarter of an inch round. The tube was six inches long. A rope was pulled down from the side of the guillotine and the end attached to the tube ring. The end of the tube was placed in her mouth between her teeth and a lever was pulled. One of the men whispered in her ear, explaining that she had to hold on to the tube and that if she let go it would release the heavy blade hanging ominously between the two wooden uprights. Her breathing was noisy as she endeavored to breath through her mouth and the small hole only. Hampered by the tube and her being naturally unwilling to let go.
The audience sat entranced by the tableau before them, 5, 10 fifteen minutes, she continued to hold on. But then either by design or accident the tube slipped and there was a swishing sound as the blade descended, followed by a thud when it met the meat of her breasts shearing them both from her body in its inexorable descent. At the moment this happened her body was no longer supported and it lowered itself on to the spike which disappeared in to her instantaneously for ten inches of its fifteen inch length. Only the cross piece rod prevented any further entry.
John was brought back to a sort of reality when he was aware of his companion's hand resting and squeezing his hard cock through his trousers. he returned completely as she spoke to him. "Come John, let's go to my place and perhaps we can carry on where the show left off." John was not sure he was hearing correctly, "Left off? you mean you want me to torture you like the things we saw tonight? She smiled wickedly at him and answered "Only if you can do it right."
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