Nipples was really pissed off, and she knew exactly how to get even. The whole thing wasn't fair, but she would make those prissy cunts all wish they had never been born. She saw the beautiful and often brainless young women with the fantastic faces and figures coming through the front office, getting all that attention, and being given all of the things they ever dreamed of. These sluts had it all to start with, and knew nothing of real life. They were so beautiful and perfect physically they never had to ask for anything, it was all given to them. They had it made, but deserved none of what was lavished on them. They grabbed and got all that attention, the gifts, and the money just because of their perfect figures. It was horribly unfair.
And they got all that special kind of treatment just for spending a week frolicking nude in the sun getting a perfect tan at a private estate, and four or five days in front of a camera with their clothes off and their legs spread while hair dressers, make-up artists and camera assistants fawned and drooled all over them. They even had their pubic hair combed and trimmed, and makeup applied to their pussy and anus to make them look perfect for the cameras. It was disgusting the lengths the magazine went to in order to make them look perfect. Nobody ever treated Nipples that way.
Those gorgeous young bitches selected by the high class erotic men's magazine to be featured on the slick pages got all the usual special perks. They got flashy new cars, contracts to do nude videos, and then got enough classy dates to allow them to fuck their brains out every night, exactly the kind of exercise which would put them in the right mood for the next day's pornography photo session. Nipples saw that these upper class snotty-nosed bitches with their big full soft tits, round asses and flawless complexions had it made, with opportunities offered just because of their looks, and it just wasn't fair. Nobody else got that kind of special treatment, although she was the one that deserved it. She hated those gorgeous clue-less cunts. They were really just trash, but they got eveything handed to them on a silver platter. It made her sick.
Nipples was bitter because as office girl she saw what went on, but got none of the attention for herself. She was very pretty and had a very good figure, with exceptional legs which she carefully accentuated with high heels and short tight skirts, but her tits, although full, were too far apart, with the big long nipples pointed outward. She was the one who deserved the attention of everyone, and she used to have it, but now she was just a low paid office worker, all because of her big wonky tits.
This bizarre breast configuration had earned her the crazy nickname that had stuck with her since she was fourteen, when her boobs had reached their full size. By this age all of her friends had full milkers which they could press together, with the nipples pointing in the same direction, the way a woman's tits were supposed to be. Her tits were big and firm, and shaped like torpedos, with large dark detonators on the tips. She had no idea why her nipples grew so large, dark and erect, but they were outstanding in every way, and gave her the name that stuck.
In the locker room after Physical Education Class where she had to strip to shower she had felt like a freak. Compounding the problem was that by that age her vagina had matured, and her inner lips had darkened at the edges, which revealed them more than those of the other girls, who had pink lips in their twats. The other girls all laughed at her because she was different, and the teenage boys at her school made fun of her spread breasts and called them hooters, although she knew she was more attractive to real men than the "perfect" schoolgirls they seemed to prefer..
Nipples didn't need to take that kind of shit from the boys and other girls in her classes, and she dropped out of school early, just to show them that she was more mature than any of them. She hated those girls, who were so pretty, and vain about their immature looks. They were shit in her eyes, and she was going to show them she was better than any of them, no matter what it took.
She began her planned revenge by finding a man with a severe dose of Herpes. She seduced him, telling him she was in love with him, and wanted to prove she loved him by contracting his genital disease. Her ploy worked well, ans she got herself a liberal dose of the highly infectious virus by visiting his home whenever his wife was away at her bridge club, which she visited three times a week. She gave herself two weeks to pick up the infection, which was more than enough. A single contact had transmitted the genital disease, and on her last visit she kept the man on the verge of orgasm until the wife was due home. When she heard the front door open she brought him to full eruption inside her, and while he was dumping his load into her, she evacuated her colon, messing the woman's bed with her warm shit.
Her adventure spelled the end of the man's marriage, which gave her a feeling of power. She had caused his downfall. She was experiencing severe internal vaginal itch, and soothed her organ by stroking it with the raging penis of any boy she wanted to get back at. Within the first three months she had fucked her way through all the interesting boys in that ridiculous small town, and once they knew she was available and interested, she was able to get into bed with any of the boys who had made fun of her at school, including the boyfriends and brothers of all the stunned bitches who had laughed at her.
She also actively sought out and made it with more than half of their fathers, quickly proving herself to be the most sought after young tramp in town. She had even made it with one bitch's father and boyfriend at the same time. When she had balled every boy and man she wanted, word spread that she was the Herpes carrier, she got treatment to cure the infection, and she quietly moved on to LA, where there was no end to the fuck studs available for her to prove herself on.
Nipples had quickly landed herself her first job through a black guy in a twelve hundred dollar suit who wore twenty pounds of gold chains around his neck. She met him in a strip bar. She had watched a girl fill her vagina with cold cream and squirt it across the room with remarkable control of her organ. She was very good, and when Nipples approached her at the end of her act, wanting to know how to break into the business, the stunning black cunt introduced her to her manager. He had sized up her ambition quickly. He told her he was a talent agent, and assured her that she could make it big in the movies, but first she'd have to pay her dues, like all starlets did, working the fuck and suck loops, in which she would be nothing but an abused sex object.
"Loops" was the name they gave to the short films that ran in the small private booths in porno shops. In these films she got balled, bung-holed and throat fucked by all these gorgeous guys. The big gorgeous guys who's throbbing pricks she tied her cunt, asshole and throat onto all looked good, but she quickly learned that all men were shit, and just like they used her, they were to be used. She had learned this lesson well, and she knew how to use men to her advantage. The trick was to make them think they were getting their way with her, and she was apparently so easily manipulated the guys thought she was easy.
These guys didn't really fuck her, at least in the way she meant fucking. She diodn't sleep with them or anything, she just got on her hands and knees and let them mount them, and pretended it was the most wonderful thing in the world that ever happened to her. Sometimes she would be on her back, or standing up, or bending over, or bent over a rail, or any of a dozen bizarre positions new directors would get her into, to make the act look more interesting for the audience.
These guys didn't really get it on with her, they just runted and used her body to masturbate themselves inside, and to spurt their spunk in and on. The producers fired any guy that came inside her without pulling his ejaculating prick out quickly, because they insisted that the actors shoot their jism onto her face and body, where the cameras could see her being treated like the whore they figured she was. Little did they know.
Nipples knew she was really a class act, and she let every one else on the set know that as well. Her attitude made her very unpopular with the other sex actors and the crew, but she was such a good sex performer they ignored her rather than made an issue of it. Cunts her age who could fuck like an adult were few and far between, and she was a two-legged gold mine for the pornographer. She was also one of those rare performers who could shit or piss on cue, even while being fucked. She had her own dreams and ideals, and kept herself aloof of all these disgusting people she was working with. They were nothing but pornographers and whores. She loved the live sex, particularly with the endless repetition necessary for filming, and she got her rocks off with these creeps and got paid for it, but she always knew she was much better than any of them, in a class all her own.
She hated the men as much as she did the girls. They were all just a bunch of pricks, ranging from the pornographer, his actors, and the slimy crew that would masturbate just out of frame while the male actors raped her under the bright lights. At least she got off on the filthy action. She enjoyed the rush of the constant and energetic deep-cunt runting the studs did to her for the cameras. These guys gave such powerful and endless driving sex, she couldn't believe she actually got paid for being porked with such continuous energy. Best of all, she liked to make the pricks spurt their essence before the producer and the cameras were ready, so that the producers had to use three or four guys to film a single fucking of her. What kept her working was the insatiable ferocity with which she fucked. The voratious fifteen year old quickly became known in the industry as a fucking machine.
Nipples' normal run of the mill fuck and suck films were almost as popular as the "girls mating with animals" sex loops, and there was always lots of fresh spunk on the walls and floors of the private booths in which her loops were run. She was a first rate fucker, and was capable of enticing half a dozen ejaculations out of studs that usually were exhausted and useless for the rest of the day after three blow-offs in her.
She had never been much of an athlete in school, but that all changed when she was told by her first loop director to look as if she was insatiable. The fact was it was true, she did not have to fake it, and all of her considerable energy went into urging the sex star studs to empty their balls into her. She worked so hard at holding them inside her with her vagina and anus that she developed another nick-name, and the men were not impressed when they called her Gripper. She would hold them inside her, and their struggle to get out to do the cum shots on her face made many of the men resort to violence to get her to release them before they had emptied their loads inside her instead of all over her for the cameras. They used their powerful gripping hands on her throat and their fists on her tits, face and ribs to get her to release their spurting penises, and these moves were so popular with viewers that they led to further developments in her career.
Nipples learned lots of obscene and exciting tricks from the adult pornographers and seasoned studs, as well as from the more experienced actresses. By unashamedly performing the most outrageous acts before the cameras, for the useless pricks in the booths to masturbate to as they watched her color image, she made pretty good money for a fifteen year old.
Nipples's big wall-eyed tits, her educated cunt and her voracious appetite for bizarre sex were a big hit on the jerk-off circuit for some time, but gradually the calls from producers stopped, and the work dried up. The talent agent who was supposed to get her the work told her that her face, cunt and tits were getting to be too familiar to the guys who made the films. Worse still, she was too recognizable and therefore predictable to the guys who paid to watch her being fucked on film in the cum booths. They had seen all of her tricks and they wanted fresh fuck-meat talent to watch being balled as they jerked off.
That was the bad news. The good news was that he also told her there was another more exciting film market she could get into. The strangulation and beatings she had taken in her fuck films when she refused to release the spurting pricks of her rapists suggested she might be useful in another kind of video market. He told her it sometimes paid nearly as much money as she had been making, and occasionally in even paid a bit more, if she would willingly do absolutely everything the men making the films told her to do, and would take everything they did to her. He said what he was talking about was a little bit more illegal, because there was always a jail term if the participants got caught, but he assured her the producers and pornographers had a judge in their pocket.
These filthy films were made for a much smaller market audience, which was why the money was tighter, but the audience paid more money to see what they were producing, and the backers were developing better distribution for this specialty material, to justify the cash paid out to the cunts who would take part. He knew the mention of the additional risks would make this remarkable young bitch even more interested. The stunning sex actress in her early teens was always pushing things, stretching the others to do more, and was likely to be turned on to additional risks.
She wanted to know more. He poured her a stiff drink, and told her this was not so much a straight sex scene, but she would be naked, just like in the many films and videos she had made, and sometimes sex would be involved. This market catered to the guys who liked to see the mean side of people, and to see naked girls take the knocks. Most of the heavier action in it would be faked, he assured her, but the whole thing the producers were after was to do scenes of extreme sexual brutality, with the kind of sadistic cruelty stuff that couldn't be found in any of the porno shops. The only sex she would be involved in would not be with the guys she hated so much, but with several different kinds of animals, the kind off animals that had big pricks. The producers had several breeds of large dogs, some long pricked monkeys, large hogs, some donkeys, a small stallion and three large great apes. He did not tell her they also had a pair of trained bulls, but they were used only on girls not expected to survive the wild bestial sex scenes. It was not necessary to let a budding new starlet know that the likely end of her career would be to featured in a shocking snuff film.
What he was describing to her was the kind of stuff that showed the worst side of men, Nipples thought. What the producers wanted to film was totally disgusting, really, he said, knowing that this was her turn on button, but what the hell, he added, we can do it, can't we, if there's an extra buck in it for us. "After all, sweetie-cunt," he crooned, "It ain't as if we're the ones making this disgusting stuff, we'r the ones making the money from it, that's all!"
Nipples told him she was game and said she'd give it a try. He quickly got her booked into a few of the tamer extra-specials, to get her started, where she didn't have to fuck guys, but was fucked by some of the big dogs, guys fists, and a small baseball bat. He even got her into a live stage show at a convention, where she fucked a trained donkey. The animal was made to sit on a short stool, and she did all the work. After it gushed hot gobs of cum into her, she pulled off its huge dick, and was startled that the monstrous donkey dong was still spurting.
The beast showered her with its goo. She took as much of the flying gobs of thick slimy fuck smuck on her face, like she had done in the loops, and then she lowered her face onto the burro's thick prick and startled the low life crew of film makers when she sucked the loudly braying beast into further ejaculation. She watched the assholes in the audience at the sales convention as they cheered and jeered her obscene performances.
She hated them all, and she felt somehow aloof and superior as she forced them to show her their true disgusting tastes, by enjoying and encouraging the profane and sordid things she did on the convention stage. This was really gross and debasing work, but at least it kept the money coming in. The best money came after the animal acts were over, when her agent pulled a cot onto the stage. She fucked the guys in the audience for twenty bucks a pop, and let them fuck her up the ass for and extra ten bucks. The agent let her keep five bucks a fuck, and she made double when two guys got into her at once, one in the front door and the other in the back.
Nipples was bringing in more than five hundred a week, and her agent only got eighty per cent, but he took all the risks, and rented an apartment that she and his other girls got to stay in free. It was furnished, and had dirty pictures plastered all over the walls, to keep the girls in the mood. It was a bit crowded, because he had twenty girls that he got work for, but they were not all there all the time. He was a great agent, and kept the girls so busy that they were not around the apartment much anyway. The younger girls that he helped made more money than Nipples, because the little sluts were all still whoring.
The agent wouldn't let any of his girls whore after they were twelve, except at special private stage shows, conventions and parties, because he said that once their bodies began to develop into women, whoring could ruin their reputation as a film actress. Anyway, he explained to them, he had built up the whoring side of his business with the young stuff, and he didn't want any of his string of young bitches growing tits and peach fuzz on her cuntlet to ruin his own reputation either.
Her agent was also the king of the girldie whore business, and he did not want any chick with titties or cunt fuzz selling her ass out on the street saying she worked for him. He catered to clients who wanted to fuck little girls, and he was able to procure and produce consistant quality in very young whores, whe he graduated into the pornography business when they reached twelve. He used hormone shots to delay their physical maturity, and could usually pass off a fifteen year old as a ten year old, but only on film.
Nipples had of course developed into a young woman before she started working for her agent, so she only fucked for the cameras or audiences, never in hotel rooms like the younger girls on his string. She let her agent put most of her share of her earnings into a bank account for her. He put the money into investments for her in his own name, explaining that by doing so he would protect her from paying income tax. In return, he promised that when she got old he would personally pay her a good pension. He never said how old, nor did she take note of the fact that he was more than twenty years older than she was. She felt lucky to have such a good agent, one who told her he loved her as often as this one did, and who took care of her finances so well, because after the usual deductions, she usually had more than twelve dollars a week to spend on herself.
One day when she was checking in at the large warehouse with the illegal pornography studio built inside it at the back, she was scared out of her gourd. They were doing a new series of sexual violence videos for private sale, apparently on commission from a very wealthy foreign customer who had pumped big money into the project. The guys had warned all the girls they hired for this project that it was going to be pretty rough, but told them that they should hang in there, and it would be worth their while, with lots of money, and a good chance afterwards to get a part as an extra in a movie, and get to act with a real movie star. That was enough promise to get the girls to willingly come out for the shooting sessions, and those who got hurt on the first day of shooting got to stay over in a special trailor with beds in it, which was parked inside the warehouse. Their wounds were not treated, because the damage done to them was part of the story-line, and saved on expensive make-up artists.
Nipples had not been hurt too badly on the first day, and got to go home after the shoot. She was told before she left that night she should oil her body until it was slick before she came to work the next day, because it would help. When she asked what it would help, her agent explained that it would be good protection against getting hurt too badly, because according to the script, she was going to be whipped. When she cringed, he said there was nothing he could do about it, because it was what the customer wanted, and the big customers always got what they wanted. This one was extremely powerful, with connections in high places. He said he would be killed if she did not fully cooperate, and then she could never get paid, or collect her pension when she got old.
He also explained her oil slicked body would make the whip slip off, and would show up the welts from the whip better on the film and video tape. When she got anxious and cried, he explained to her that she would make much more than the common whores for letting them do it to her. He also promised her he would let her sleep with him if she did well in the film. Only his most favored girls got to sleep with him, except when they were new and he was teaching them how to do things they would never have permitted otherwise.
The whole thing made her nervous, but she had reluctantly shown up at the warehouse set the next morning. She had slept in, and found there were several camera crews at work simultaneously on this rushed and highly secret assignment, working in different parts of the same studio. There were two floors with several small fuck film studios and a number of larger sou8nd-proof rooms for with sets built on them. Today the studios were all busy with filming of different scenes for the special torture movie. Nipples knew many of the girls being filmed, and she also knew most of the film crews that worked the business as well. As she walked by one of the small studios where filming was being done, she heard a girl screaming. That was not unusual around here, because the acts often got pretty rough, and they liked the girls to scream. It made the horror scenes more exciting, so they didn't have to "sweeten the tracks" later.
This was serious screaming, and would make a terrific sound track. It made the hair stand up on the back of her neck. Although the filming light was on outside the door, someone had left the door ajar. The crews were working so fast they were getting a bit sloppy. She glanced in as she walked by the partly open door, and she just about puked. She had seen many crude and brutal scenes being filmed, but this was the most shocking and disgusting horror scene she had ever witnessed in her short career. A pretty seventeen year old girl with whom she had made several fuck and suck loops was strung up with her arms spread, and her back was bent over a crude hitching post, face up. Her anus had been ruptured, and a three inch thick rolling pin had been thrust up into her colon.
A big naked black guy sporting an enormous erection had a bloody knife clenched in his fist, and the heartless prick had actually sliced open her belly with it, so that her guts were starting to slide out! Three cameras were running to capture the whole thing, with five crew members standing around watching. Two of the crew, the assistant director and the boom operator, were females. Women without perfect bodies often got work in this profession, and they often doubled as suck-up specialists when the studs' pricks needed some help to come to attention. Nobody was helping her! In fact, three of the guys were actually masturbating as they watched the beautiful teenage girl being sliced and diced.
Nipples felt her stomach heave. These guys were making a real fucking snuff film! Nipples moved away from that door, and as she approached another door, also partially open, she heard the pained moaning of what sounded like a voice of a girl. She moved quietly on to the next door, which was also ajar, and peeked inside, to see what the desperate sounding moan was about. On the far side of the room, a pretty fifteen year old Japanese girl was on her hands and knees, stark naked, and was taking a broom handle deep up her ass, as a pair of film cameras captured the erotic horror.
As Nipples watched the incredible act, she saw the woman handling the broom thrusting it in deep and twisting it as the terrified Oriental girl screamed. It was clear that the big bitch was not going to stop pushing until the handle had traversed the attractive young girl's entire slender torso. Nipples was shocked to see that the innocent girl was being completely impaled for the cameras! Heading for the exit, she pushed open another door, and saw a pregnant woman sobbing in her grief as she gave birth. The birthing bitch was squatting over a glowing cauldron, and was dropping her sprog into the burning coals.
This was a major multiple snuff film the guys were making, and she was sure they were not going to stop with just whipping her, and that she would not survive whatever it was that the producers planned for her. Nipples got her pretty ass out of that evil building as fast as she could, and ran for several blocks before she dared to look back, and realized with relief that nobody was following her. Thank God she was still wearing her thin cotton shift. When she got home she packed everything she owned into her two suitcases as fast as she could, and caught a cab, and had him take her clear over to another county.
Thank God LA was so big, and she could get lost without too much trouble. There was little chance that her agent or the film makers would ever find her. They all lived in the same area, and were so busy the seldom got to go to other parts of the sprawling metropolis. To make sure, she called her agent, and told him she was sick, so she couldn't go to the studio for the whipping. He told her to get her ass over there, so she told him to go fuck himself, she was sick, and she hung up.
She knew he would go over to the apartment to beat her, but first he would have to find another girl that was disposable to get whipped to death in the movie. The delay would give her a bit more room to maneuver in the open. Nipples found a small apartment that she could afford, but knew that she could never get her savings from her agent. She had witnessed an intentional snuffing, and then had run. That made her dangerous to them, and they would kill her if they ever found her. Worse, they would take her back to the snuff studio and make a film as they killed her!
She had to get a job, and lucked into one faster than she thought she would. She met a friend she had made at the loop factory, a girl named patty, who had small tits and was too plain to be in the. Patty now worked as a suck up girl, to keep the guy's pricks standing when the camera was ready to roll. To keep their jobs in fuck films, the guys had to do real cum shots at least six times a day, ejaculating on the bare flesh of the women they had just fucked, so she made lots of friends by keeping the guys' pricks interested. It was nothing Nipples was interested in, as she had been lucky enough to get off the one-way career ride that kind of work led to, and it also might mean she would run into someone who knew her agent.
Through her connections Patty, who'se nickname was "face-pussy" because of her particular skill, was able to get Nipples a job working as a mail clerk at Playboy's Los Angeles office, and all of the good looking bitches who were featured on the magazines slick pages were in that office from time to time. Editorial went through Chicago head office, but all of the cunts were handled through LA. Nipples quickly developed a hatred for these impressionable young good looking bitches, with their remarkable figures, seduced and procured from all over America. They were no better than she was, but they wouldn't even look at her, unless they wanted her to fetch something for them. The Playboy Bunnies treated Nipples like nothing more than a piece of shit, and they laughed at her big flared tits. They were all cruel stuck-up cunts, and she both envied and loathed them.
They wouldn't be so stuck-up if they were in front of the cameras at the loop factory, as she had been, fucking her brains out for a living. Shit, she thought, even that was too good for them. They should be at that illegal studio where they could be fucked by animals, be whipped, or best of all, She would love to see them all strung up and impaled and then gutted, like the poor young girls had been in the snuff movie she had come so close to starring in! The memory of that day at the degenerate smut mill where the snuff films were being made for a big client flooded back, and Nipples felt a rush as she pictured the pretty Playboy models as victims, rather than the innocent young whores who, of all people, didn't deserve to be killed.
That was when Nipples hit on an incredible idea to strike out at the arrogant bitches, to make them pay with the total degradation and destruction they so richly deserved. She would find a way to get them in front of more compassionless cameras, where the action was hotter, where their smiles and coy looks would turn to grimacing and screams, and where the results would be terminal.
That night she stayed late and began the long process of photocopying all current files with all personal data on more than six hundred voluptuous young women who had willingly submitted to the narcissistic and dehumanizing process of being featured in Playboy Magazine. The material she stole included detailed personality profiles gathered from psychological testing that the girls had all been given as a matter of course when coming on stream. She knew that when they had been given over to the team of professionals they were properly tanned, had their inner labia permanently reshaped and their breasts and outer labia given firming injections.
This special treatment of the sex organs was designed to make them more attractive to the cameras. Then they were given a month of crash poise and movement lessons, then were coiffed and made up for the debasing although highly erotic photography and compulsory video sessions. The profiles of these bitches indicated that more than eighty per cent of the girls were natural exhibitionists, even though they saw themselves as thoroughly modern women with true old fashioned American values. The profiles also said that the eighty per cent identified were highly likely to respond to a challenge with a big cash and power payoff.
The special and secret psychological tests further indicated that nearly thirty per cent of these attractive well groomed girls were high level risk takers and with the correct procedures, could be easily persuaded to stop at nothing to get what they wanted.
Nipples made the secretly purloined lists and personal documentation on the playmates available to a man she knew would use it to do the things they deserved. He was a multi-millionaire Palm Springs pornographer who, it was rumored among those she knew within the industry, was the leading producer of highly professional erotic snuff films. As a privileged insider, she knew the rumors to be true.
She also knew that the only real problem the big man faced on an ongoing basis was to find a "safe" supply of highly attractive and voluptuous females to torture to death before his hot lensed cameras. He catered to the high price market, and had to deliver top merchandise. Not only the lighting, sound, camera work and editing had to be first rate, he had to deliver the lives of only strikingly beautiful women. Nothing less would do. Although Nipples had never actually seen any of the man's films, his snuffs were reported to be extremely erotic and violent.
One of the girls she roomed with said that at a party she had entertained at, they had shown a film of a gorgeous young woman being hung by one big tit for more than an hour while three sadists took turns using a whip on her, ass fucking her, and driving long needles into her beautiful breasts and firm round buttocks. The film climaxed when, as she hung by the now severely streatched and balooned tit, her cunt was slowly impaled with a long slender sword that was very gradually run right up through her torso with loving care.
"Safe" women meant that he could safely dispose of his exotic victims and operate in the open without encountering difficulties with the law. That meant that there had to be no tracks that led to him, so that if someone who saw one of his incredible snuff films was concerned for or recognized the beautiful screaming victim, there would be no knocks on his door.
The first condition Nipples imposed on the sale of this confidential material on the incredible collection of females was that she use the girls' greed to attract them, and when he got them, she wanted him to both humiliate and severely abuse them in front of a live audience. As far as she was concerned, he didn't even have to worry about them surviving the severe sexual violence she wanted for them. From what she had heard of this wealthy man, there was little chance any of the girls he selected would survive the difficult and degrading sports he would design for them.. Nillpes would prefer they die from the rigors of their events in the erotic violence sports.
Her second condition was that she be allowed to be involved; to take an active part in the brutal sex performances he staged with these lovely though snobbish bitches. When he made it clear to her that in fact the women he chose from the extensive collection of lovelies may not survive the lewd exhibitions he would arrange for them, Nipples laughed.
"That's what I expect," she said. "These bunny bitches deserve the worst, and I won't mind a bit if some of them kiss off right on stage!" Her own response got her very excited, and she demanded that she be included in the planning as well as the execution of the erotic and violent entertainments. She was surprised when the big man had no objections to her taking part.
To help in the procurement of the women, she also stole a ream of Playboy stationery. Because of her job she could intercept any letters the selected women would write back to the company, and answer them herself, being sure the plan to girlnap them would go off without a hitch. To test her system, the producer selected five large chested blondes from the files, ranging in age from fifteen to thirty-seven. The oldest had risen to the position of chief trainer of flight attendants for a large airline, and had used her ongoing fame as a Playmate of the Year fourteen years earlier as a lever to date football players.
She had parlayed this into connections with high rollers and had become something of a celebrity, showing up draped on the arm of some very wealthy men, particularly high flying professional athletes. She liked to be photographed in expensive restaurants and at celebrity affairs wearing low cut gowns and appearing in US and PEOPLE magazines beside famous celebrities, bending forward toward the camera to reveal to the world her very ample cleavage. The prize offered to lure this successful and sophisticated bitch into the evil net as a snuff victim was ownership of the LA Rams. Her name was Marlene, and she had maintained a tight though full figure. She had if anything improved in appearance with maturity.
The youngest of those selected, at fifteen, was Wendy Lynn from an Alabama theatrical family, and her mother and grandmother, once famous but now living in obscurity, had faked her birth certificate to qualify the startlingly developed teenager to pose nude and be a playmate. She was experienced and driven to success, having got most of her school marks through arranged "evenings" that her mother and grandmother had set up with her male grade four teacher who quickly acquired a taste for tender pussy.
The teacher, in his early twenties, had set up a special cot in a supply closet, and she and a couple of her little friends were regular visitors to the closet, accompanied by the teacher, during detention period. Detentions were always given to the prettiest little girls, and they were always given the poorest marks, no matter how well they knew their lessons. They would be kept after school to earn their grades through their rapidly developing sexual prowess.
Wendy Lynn had fucked for marks since she was nine, not just in school but also in dance and modeling classes. Her teachers and instructors quickly learned, through her ambitious grandmother, that she could be had, and that she had the talent to make the experience memorable. They had encouraged her natural tendency for exhibitionism, so that by the age of ten she had developed the outrageous lewd moves of the most debased of wanton strippers. Her grandmother's talented and persistent fingers had produced a beautifully flared vulva on the girl, with sparkling pink inner flesh easily revealed whenever she moved just the right way. Her dance teacher had taught her to move just the right way and at the encouragement of her grandmother had introduced her to the stag party business. She had been the smallest and youngest cake jumper on the circuit. But cake jumping was not enough to bring her the big bucks.
Her mother bought a great Dane, and taught the large hound mount Wendy on command. The girl/animal sex act was the most popular show offered by the highly illegal sex show agency, and by the time she was fifteen she was making her mother and grandmother thousands of dollars a month. They saw with her physical development they could easily gbreak into the big time with the exposure of a big playboy centerfold contract. They were certain that Wendy Lynn looked old enough to fool the experts. Wendy Lynn knew from experience how to pose for the cameras, and had amazed the photography crew from the famous men's magazine with her youthful appearance and her natural and provocative poses.
She looked mature for her tender years, and with the faked birth certificate and support the two older women (her mother was 27 and her grandmother 39) she was taken to be a very young looking eighteen. Supporting the claim for her age was the little daughter she kept hidden from the interview and photo session, knowing that having given birth, she would not be considered for publication in the great magazine.
The little daughter was nearly three years old, making Wendy Lynn's grandmother a great-grandmother before the age of 40! The innocent little girl was even more beautiful than her young mother, and had also been introduced to the world of work and glamour. Not yet house-broken, the girl did a remarkable sex act with a trained poodle, and was a surprise act at parties her mother entertained at where there were only middle aged men and women present. That was the age group that most appreciated the sexually stimulating aspects of watching a small girl mating with a dog, and they paid very well for the opportunity to view close up such and act.
The wealthy pornographer Nipples had engaged found that the offer of a tryout for a leading movie role was all that was necessary to hook the attractive and sensuous teenager for his risk sports. Her mother and grandmother had jumped at the chance, and the Wendy-Lynn was hooked.
The third girl selected was Amanda, a twenty-two year old beauty who used her temporary fame from her men's magazine exposure to land a rich playboy boyfriend. He turned out to be connected to an organized crime family, and she had found herself being used regularly as a sex decoy to lure wealthy businessmen, who had zigged when they should have zagged, into situations where she could easily set them up to be murdered.
She had taken well to the task, and understood these killings were simply business executions. She told others it was because of the big money, but in fact it was clear she got a big kick out of getting a powerful man into her, wrapping herself around him as he thrust into her, then watching the assassin take exacting aim, plunge the muzzle of his pistol deep up the man's asshole at the exactly specified moment, then pull the trigger.
The extra thrust of the big prick inside her at the instant of firing was the biggest kick she had ever experienced, and she looked forward to each new mob-killing with relish. Amanda never got to know the men, it was simply a sex rush, and her part was a critical link in the assassinations. She enjoyed the flexible hours, the power, and the knowledge that each job she took on would be completed satisfactorily. She had trained all of the professional assassins she worked with to wait for the marked man to get in half a dozen good strokes of ejaculation before giving him the lead enema.
From her point of view, the best stroke of all was as the bullet ripped up through him, and his fat prick suddenly surged inside her. The hook that attracted Amanda to the pornograher's stage event was the chance to take part in what she was told would be a spectacular private snuff. She could not even imagine the possibility that the show would center around the danger of her death.
The fourth and fifth young women were eighteen year old twins, Ellen and Emily, with spectacular hour glass figures and jutting pointed breasts. These two were the real innocents, who had been persuaded to reveal their incredible figures and honey dew lipped pussies by a glamorous woman photographer who convinced them that it was patriotic and an honor to appear in such a well established national magazine. They both actually agreed that posing in the nude would make American men more proud of their country, which, after all, had the most beautiful women in the world. They had then done the first ever duo spread to appear in Playboy, with special care to hint at a lesbian theme without becoming too overt. The approach was to give the impression of domination, through the careful selection of revealing costumes and highly suggestive poses.
The twins had used the money from their photo sessions to help with their plans for university. The Playboy session gave them enough to pay for the first term of their first year. They were small town girls, daughters of the mayor. They had been educated in an exclusive private school, and now they were very classy young ladies, and were excellent though very idealistic students.
Ellen and Emily were tall and lean with classic poise, and these beautiful bright scholars finished their senior year at school with identical marks at the top of their class. The hook for them was the offer of a handsome scholarship, which would take them through their whole university career in style with lots to spare. The deal was easily sealed with the promise of a matched pair of red Mercedes sports cars. Of course, the intent was that all of the contestants would lose, and that none of the promised prizes would be claimed.
Tantalizing letters were written to the five fabulous females, laying out the need for their special talents for a very important event, and that the rewards would be of the nature of the individualized rewards they could not refuse. The letters were delivered by hand at the very last moment by smartly dressed business women in chauffeur driven limousines, in a strategy designed to lend total credibility to the unusual offer. The carefully crafted messages were worded so that they required the selected young women come immediately because the need was so urgent. The approach was flawless, and all five of the selected bitches readily agreed to take part in the unusual exhibition.
The selected women were given so little factual information that they didn't know much about it, but the hooks were sunk deep and the gorgeous girls were all fully committed to respond. They felt secure in that they were convinced the alluring approach was by the famous and reputable magazine. With all of their travel and hotel accommodations arranged in advance, the five women were taken directly to the airport as soon as they were picked up, and they caught their flights to Chicago, where they were met at the airport by separate limousines.
A huge empty warehouse had been procured in a large and classy fashion area, and a large sound-proofed studio was then built inside it. The multi-millionaire entrepreneur was looking forward to developing a long series of sexually violent "special events" featuring the hundreds of outstanding young women he had gained such full and ready access to.
Once the specially invited young women were in his possession, they were totally expendable, and in fact permanently disposing of them was desirable, in order to prevent embarrassing and unanswerable questions. He also saw a valuable resource in the spiteful bitch Nipples. He knew he would have to make sure she remained employed in her position at the headquarters office of Playboy Inc. Her job would be to keep her ear to the ground for a connection between discovery of the beautiful bitches going missing, and their common history with the magazine. He would also have use for her to keep him current on the ever-growing inventory of new fabulous celebrity sluts.
Because these girls he was targeting were not actively involved with the Playboy organization, he figured it could be years before the connection was made, linking the disappearance of the girls with the magazine, and once Nipples reported to him that the connection was made, he would bring in and snuff the little spy cunt, the only one who could possibly link him with the disappearances of the fabulous human bunnies. For now, he wanted Nipples to be implicated in the special highly illegal event he was staging, so that he would have her nailed down better than any contract could achieve. It was important that she perceived herself to be party to the bizarre events he would be staging, so that she felt as culpable as possible. This would keep her under close control, and keep her on his string. She was young and naive enough to be drawn in completely.
The special theater was filled with his most trusted patrons, identified and drawn in through his careful investigation of those who bought his snuff films. Represented were some of the most influential people in the state. The theater was set up so that the boxes for patrons were completely private, each large enough to seat four, and each having a one way mirror on the front. The round stage was completely surrounded by the glassed booths with the box seats, and three ramps provided access for the acts and for the cameras that would tape the events. The idea was to produce videos to sell on the underground circuit of heavy torture and snuff pornography.
The top of the booths were open, to allow the guests to enjoy the sounds of the events on the stage, while protecting them from any potential danger from desperate participants, and to protect them from splashing excrement, blood or gore that might be inadvertently splashed toward them, should the worst come to pass, as they all fervently hoped.
The large printed glossy program included the centerfold spreads that each beautiful participant had in the famous magazine, along with new photo-essays that allowed the guests to examine each of the gorgeous young women's charms before they appeared on the stage. To complete the carefully developed illusion, the owner of the theater provided pretty full bodied girls in their very early teens to serve drinks while wearing bunny ears and tails, complete with cuffs, collars and bow ties. The only part of the standard costume missing was the swim suit that the Playboy Bunnies wore, because these attractive young girls in their spike heeled shoes were otherwise naked, and at thirteen and fourteen, were younger than any Playboy Bunnies ever were.
The slender pubescent girls' pretty faces, newly forming breasts and lightly fuzzed and neatly trimmed sex organs were rouged and painted to emphasize them, and, unlike real Playboy Bunnies, the guests were permitted to handle and fondle the girls' soft alluring nakedness as they served them their refreshments. None of the constraints that inhibited touching real bunnies appleid here, and the two nude young servants were well coached and prepared to offer their nakendess to the caresses and internal probing that occurred.
Nipples strode onto the stage, openly displaying her own overt sexuality. She wore a master of ceremonies top hat, and a black coat with tails. This showman's coat was low cut, with spread lapels which revealed her ample cleavage, and covered her wide-spread nipples. Although the topcoat's tails folded nicely over her rounded buttocks, the cut of the front spread just above her navel, so that it nicely framed her well prepared vagina. Her big tits were partially covered, but her marvelous manicured cunt was in full view!
In fact, the beautiful regeneration organ of the bitch-hating young woman was fully displayed in the most unusual way. With the help of the powerful fingers of two strong men in the backstage dressingroom, she had inserted a four inch diameter wooden hoop inside her vulva, in the shaft of her birth canal/fuck tube, revealing the pink moist inner meat of her cunt to the audience below her as she strode across the elevated stage, and posed with her legs suitably parted.
To complete her bizarre costume, she wore sexy black self-support stockings and spike heeled shoes that showed off her incredible legs to their best advantage. Nipples was a sight to behold, and she had the honor to open the show with a trio of muscular black men. These were ex-boxers, with hard muscular bodies and punch drunk minds, who were willing to do anything for a few dollars. As boxers they had prostituted themselves all of their lives to a questionable sport, and now were beyond shame, with no sense of morality, dignity or self respect. They had no remnants of common values, their wills had been broken, and they were now did whatever was bid by the man who controlled them. Snuff shows were nothing new to them, and they willingly participated.
The black men were stark naked, and their heads had been shaved clean, as were their entire bodies. Their skin was oiled so that it glistened, highlighting their well developed muscles. They were an erotic sight by themselves, and contrasted starkly with the bizarre erotic white form of Nipples, who was nore than nude because of her bizarre and totally revealing costume. The stage was set for a very provocative performance. The three powerful blacks lined up on their knees at the front of the stage, knees spread, and leaned back on their hands, providing the audience with a clear view of their large dangling dongs.
Nipples came up behind them, and stood behind the first, with her legs spread, her knees slightly bent. He leaned back and brought his mouth up to meet her exposed vagina. He began to work his large lips and active tongue on the flaccid female organ with his mouth, drawing her fresh cunt meat into his mouth. As her loose fleshy cunt lips began to gorge with blood and swell in her excitement with the hot oral action, his organ also began to swell and rise. The sight and sounds soon had the penises of the other two men rising, and within minutes all three of the huge pricks were enormously erect.
This was the kind of hot action that got the crowd going, introducing raw sexuality as an opening act. The owner of this facility knew exactly what he was doing it permitting Nipples to take part. The brazen bitch was, with her sex show experience, exactly what he required to get the show off on the right foot, while getting the cunt entwined in the performance and the responsibility for the outcome. Nipples began sliding her wet at enlarged pussy against the man 's mouth, drawing cheers from the mixed audience. As she progressed, she was soon sliding her flared and moist twat from his chin up across his nose to his eyes and forehead, smearing her natural lubricating juices over his entire face, lustily grinding her passionate loins to the cheers of the fascinated onlookers.
The effect of this lewd performance on the big black was as startling. The large glans on his circumcised penis flared, the thick shiny shaft of his dong pulsed, a dribble of smegma oozed from the open hole on the head of the thrusting prick, and then, without so much as touching the runting sex organ, it began to erupt, spewing thick white gobs of jism in arching celebration of his cum-gushing orgasm. It fell onto the gorgeous stocking clad legs of a pretty young woman guest sitting in the first row. The girl blushed, looking with both embarrassment and pleasure at her wealthy middle aged escort. She pressed her legs together, enjoying the warm wet semen as it cooled on her sheer stockings. She viewed herself as a racially pure girl, and had never engaged in sex with a black.
Quickly Nipples moved over the second man, and after positioning herself over his face, she commanded him to open his mouth. He obeyed, and she startled him by urinating directly into his mouth, her hot piss quickly filling her throat and mouth to overflowing. The man's big penis flapped, clearly pulsing in runting joy at the overt domination by the aberrant bitch with the big wall-eyed tits. He was clearly used to performing as a golden shower floor for women, publicly demonstrating his total subservience in the role of human toilet, as he eagerly took in her spray of hot piss without spilling a drop of the dominant woman's amber bodily waste. She reached between the tails of her jacket and grabbed his nose, pinching it tightly closed so that he was forced to swallow the hot acrid liquid in order to breathe.
Nipples pressed her wet cunt lips firmly against his open mouth, and she continued to urinate, jetting her bladder load of acrid warm piss directly into his throat. The totally dominated black man's continuous rapid swallowing demonstrated to the audience how long she pissed into his throat, until she at last had completely relieved herself. He was near ecstasy, and when she continued with the runting action on the face of her willing human toilet, he was so excited by the wanton woman's obscene behavior that within a minute she had taught him to perform mind-driven ejaculation, spurting his cum as the first man had done, without so much as touching his large runting sex organ.
The thick gobs of his jism flew into the front row of the audience, and brought squeeze of delight from the mature woman into who's lap it splashed. Her expensive white satin gown was splattered with his sperm, which caused damp stains. She quickly pressed her palms against the sticky wetness, and rubbed it into her lap and across her tight tummy. Then, with the others in the audience watching the remarkable show, she licked her palms and fingers clean. Without hesitation, Nipples shifted her attention, or more specifically, the attention of her beautiful wet whorish cunt. She placed the flared and reddened female sex organ over the face of the third man, and he quickly thrust his long tongue up against the long bud of her hooded clit. She teased him for a couple of minutes, rubbing her nether lips against his raised tongue, then she thrust her pelvis forward, and pressed her puckered rectum against his open mouth.
Nipples was going to let him perform total Immaculate Body Service on her, in public! The audience was now paying wrapped attention to the bizarre coupling. They were enthralled that this woman was going to actually pass a stool directly from her colon into the subservient man's awaiting mouth. Sure enough, Nipples's stomach muscles tightened, and she began to thrust. She had the good taste to keep her anus pressed firmly against the man's mouth, and he did nothing to move away. The rapid firming and erection of his penis was a clear signal to the audience that she was now passing a stool into his mouth, and confirmation came when he began slowly chewing, and then swallowing. There was no break of the firm contact between Nipples's anus and his mouth, but there was no doubt in anyone's mind that she had crapped in the man's mouth, and that he had taken her warm offal, chewed and swallowed it, with no other choice.
At the first sign of separation, the man's tongue was chasing her anus, and it flicked around the hollow between her buttocks, cleaning her immaculately. She again pressed her anus over his mouth, and began sliding the tight bung hole over his face, so that both her pussy and asshole were making controlled contact.
As a parting shot, her pert anus opened slightly, she again tightened her abdominal muscles, and the point of a firm stool emerged, with which she painted a delicate smooth brown line along the length of his nose. Again her anus ring closed, sucking the turd back in, and again she required cleaning, and his tongue willingly obliged her, with such excitement that his throbbing and bobbing erection began erupting, spewing great steaming gobs of his jism onto the excited faces and hair of the two mature women sitting in the front row directly in front of him.
The older of these two women, who was matronly and in her late forties, totally lost her decorum, and bounded forward, climbing onto the stage, and with her large swinging breasts dangling free of her gown, she thrust her open mouth over the brown nosed black man's ejaculating erection. His outstanding performance was deemed to be clearly the winning delivery of sex seed, in terms of both volume and distance.
The other two naked blacks remained perfectly still, lying on the stage, their large pricks still spasming and drooling thick gobs of their white semen, that dribbled down the length of their large dark erect veined shafts. The victor pushed the cock sucking woman off himself and climbed onto them, striking a defiant pose with one foot planted firmly on the chest of each of them.
Nipples squatted on the edge of the stage with her back to the audience so that her flared and moist pink pussy meat was fully displayed. Remaining in this position, she took implements from her purse and pierced the flared heads of the two losers' extended erections with a long needle, then drove and clamped heavy iron rings through them. The men were so traumatized by her power over them that they knew they dared not move, but they allowed themselves the freedom to scream at the excruciating pain of the non-anesthetized operation to their sensitive sex organs. She then stood the two traumatized men up, faced them toward each other, and linked their new penis rings together with a two foot long chain. This allowed them to stand side by side, but their pierced penises were pulled toward each other. The defeated boxers were taken to the back of the stage to watch the show, and to contemplate their escape from this horrible situation. It would not be easy. There were a pair of two inch thick steel posts that rose out of the floor, and came up nearly to the navels of the husky nude boxers. The men were made to stand in front of them, stand up on tip toe, raising a leg so that they could position the rounded end of the post against their hairy anuses, and then to admit the cold steel into their fundaments, taking in enough of the shafts to be able to stand.
Getting the men mounted on their posts was slow work, partly because of their penises being chained together, but at last Nipples had accomplished the task, and she stepped off the stage to allow the next phase of the bizarre sex show to begin.
Nipples moved to the side of the stage, and the five women who were principal to the evening's central performance were now brought onto the stage. The gathering of sophisticated wealthy members of the audience were surprised that all of the alluring Playboy Bunnies appeared on stage completely dressed. They all wore expensive print dresses, with full skirts cut well above the knees that gave them a fresh breeze look. These sexy silk dresses were low cut in front to fully reveal their remarkable cleavage, and the backs cut even lower, revealing the enticing cleavage of their buttocks. With the low cut at front and back, the girls wore no braziers, nor did they need them. These extraordinary females were the kind who wanted to show off their overt sexuality at every opportunity, and they were consistent with Nipples expectations.
They all also wore open topped spike heeled sandals. Each of the beautiful young women in their stiletto heels moved over to the appliances that represented the challenge she would have to meet in order to claim the enormous prize that was offered her, should she succeed. These were more than dangerous challenges they faced. Each of them knew that to succeed she might during her struggles have to expose her sex organs to the racy audience, and to not succeed meant there was a chance she could face possible injury in the attempt. It was these risks that made the competition so appealing for the five daring women.
Marlene, at an incredibly well preserved thirty-seven, and the oldest of the women, was given the prime position on the stage. She moved before a pair of large and stout vertical posts, which stood bolted firmly to the stage floor, and were three feet apart. As she stood between the posts, facing the audience, her arms were raised and bound to the posts, lashed against the cold steel from her wrists to her elbows. Her fabulous legs remained free, and she struck a defiant pose.
Wendy Lou, the short and lean fifteen-year-old porno queen and the youngest girl in the group, was placed directly in front of Marlene, and she spread her lean legs, so that they could be bound to the same posts, from her ankles to her knees. Her arms were left free. Each of these two had the task to render the other lovely female both unconscious and naked. As a time limit, each of them had a gelatin capsule inserted deep into her vagina with a plastic plunger. In each capsule was a highly corrosive acid. The gelatin containing the powerful acid would slowly and evenly dissolve in their tight cunts, with the action accelerated as they struggled and worked up a lather. When one of them achieved her goal, the capsule would be removed, if she finished in time.
Amanda, the luscious twenty-two year old who had become the willing mob decoy, stood at the base of a long ladder. It leaned against an overhead grid pipe near one side of the stage. At the top of the ladder was a small bread plate with an egg on it. Her task was to climb the ladder, and bring down the plate with the egg intact. The special ladder was made of a pair of very long two by four's, which had two inch holes drilled every twelve inches along their length. The cross-pieces were one inch dowels, which lay loosely in the two-inch holes. The remarkable device had been in place when the audience had come in, and must have been placed very carefully, because it was so frail. The wood of the two-by-fours and dowels was very course, purposly roughened with splinters and slivers evident on both the rails and the rungs. Amanda would be certain to collect splinters in her soft feminine flesh as she climbed up and back down. It would be a real challenge for her to negotiate this unstable ladder safely.
To make the event more interesting, her arms were wrapped around the ladder, and her wrists were bound together. Then a fifty pound weight was attached to her wrists by a short chain. This meant that she could climb only with her legs, and would have to bring the plate with the egg on it down in her teeth. Below the ladder was a four by eight foot sheet of plywood, for her to land on if she fell. Instead of a soft matress, there were twenty sharp 2 foot long spikes which stood up from it. The round wooden rungs in the ladder were all loose, and everyone was informed that if she dropped the egg, the sides of the ladder would be pulled apart, dropping her down onto the deadly bed of impaling spikes. It was more dangerous than Amanda had guessed, but nobody said it was going to be easy, and she was always a good sport when there was an opportuinty for substantial gain.
Ellen and Emily, the luscious eighteen year old twins, stood on either side of a large round clear plastic tank that was eight feet high and eight feet wide, and filled with water. The edges of the tank were flared outward and greased, to prevent anyone in the tank from climbing out. The girl's hands were pulled behind their backs, their thumbs tied tightly together with stout string, and they were lifted by a pair of burly assistants, and were thrown over the top into the big tank. Their task was to tread water, using only their lean legs, until the others had all completed their tasks. They were told by Nipples that they would receive some assistance, but that only one could gain by it. This was a mystery to both of the girls and also to the audience.
The contest was on, and not too soon for the oldest and the youngest, who had the acid time bombs buried deep in their wombs, pressing against their cervix. Amanda took time to study the problem and to plan how to overcome the dangers before she began her perilous trip up the ladder. She kept her eyes up, refusing to look at the bed of two foot long spikes that would be her bed if she should completely fail. Ellen and Emily watched in relative comfort treading water in the tank, as Marlene lifted her gorgeous legs. Wendy Lynn began pounding her fists into the mature woman's large firm breasts.
The gorgeous mature woman's strategy was to get her strong shapely legs around the neck of the younger girl, but the teenager kept her arms up, and was not going to allow this to happen. Wendy Lynn grabbed at Marlene's exposed throat, and dug her thumbs against the woman's windpipe. Marlene got a gorgeous leg lifted high, and drove it like a battering ram into the teenager's solar plexus. Wendy Lynn fell backwards, slamming her buttocks, back head against the hard floor, with little balance because her legs were so tightly bound against the steel posts. Marlene saw that this was probably how she was going to succeed, but it had not worked this time.
When she had fallen, the skirt of Wendy Lynn's dress had lifted up around her waist, revealing the young sex star's spread crotch with the thin little panties revealing the outline of her damp vagina. Marlene realized that she would have to allow the girl to get back up, so that the young bitch would fall as far as possible when she knocked her over again. Also, she would need the girl standing in order to get her clothes off her. These spike heeled shoes were a blessing, because would make the task of stripping the girl possible.
Meanwhile, she could with the heavy weight attached, and squeezed them against the ladder. The cunning assistants had wrapped each of her hands around the other arm before binding them and tying the weight to them, effectively preventing her from using her hands to grasp the rungs to pull herself upward. This assent would have to be all legs. Her ample breasts were squeezed against the coarse dowel rungs, which were loose enough to roll as she slid upward, pushing with her legs. She found that she could lift the weight nearly as high as she wanted, with some difficulty, but realized that by doing this she would wear herself out before she had reached the half way mark.
As she lifted her foot from the first rung, the loose dowel slid slightly sideways, and horrified her by dropping out of the unsecured ladder. She would have no difficulty in making the last step down, but she also realized how catastrophic it would be to lose any rungs higher up, and how easy losing them would be. By the time she reached the third rung, her big breasts were taking a bruising from being rolled over the rough rungs, and the left boob freed itself from the silky dress as it flopped over the next rung.
The baring of the marvelous breast revealed that the firm mammaries were collecting slivers, as were her arms, cheeks and legs as she slid upwards on her difficult journey, also severely snagging her nylons whenever she moved her legs. The sight of the manipulative bitch's combined difficulties brought an appreciative cheer from the audience.
Ellen and Emily were having a harder time of it than they had imagined. Because of the short notice, they had not been able to train for this event, and although both had been strong swimmers, they had been to busy with their studies recently, and had not been in a pool for some time. They were desperate to get their arms free, and swam back to back, attempting through cooperation to get the bindings off their thumbs.
In their struggle they were kicking each other, which the audience found entertaining, but at last Emily got the binding off Ellen's thumbs. Ellen now showed her real colors, by kneeing her twin sister in the stomach, and leaving her to fend for herself. Also, this water was cooler than they were used to, and both Ellen and Emily were losing some of their energy as their lithe limbs were beginning to feel somewhat numbed from loss of body heat.
Thirdly, they had never swum wearing a full skirted dress and heels before, and the full skirts, which were floating out around their thighs, were a drag and a hindrance to full leg movement, and the heels were cutting through the water too easily, and not providing the lift they were used to in bare feet. Emily realized she would be able to step through her arms once she got rid of the dress, and this made her more confident she could survive and win this competition. At least with her arms in front of her, even with the thumbs bound, she would be able to use her arms to keep afloat.
Wendy Lynn sat forward grabbed at one of Marlene's lovely legs, and was surprised the older woman didn't kick her back. She pulled herself up, and grabbed at one of the woman's full breasts, Her hand made contact with the deep V at the front of the dress, and she jerked downward, knowing she was going to have to get the big powerful bitch naked. Marlene realized at the same time that it would be very difficult to strip the girl with her feet once the youngster was out flat on her back, so she got her feet up around Wendy Lynn's hips under the dress and caught her heels in waist band of the young girl's panties.
With a jerk downward, the young girl's delicate panties came free, ripping through the crotch and one leg, sticking to Marlene's heel. The girl tore Marlene's dress down over her hips, and pulled desperately at the material to get it down over the threatening legs. The audience cheered the highly aggressive efforts of the beautiful and voluptuous Playboy bunnies. Wendy Lynn managed to pull the big bitch's panties with the dress, successfully drawing the garments over the older woman's legs, partially confining them. Now Marlene was naked down to within inches of her dainty knees, and had restricted use of her long gorgeous legs.
Quickly taking advantage of this situation, Wendy Lynn pounded her tight fists into the bigger woman's belly and big firm tits. Marlene screamed, and lifted her dress and panty-bound legs so high she was able to bring them down over Wendy Lynn's head, trapping the teenaged girl's slender neck between her powerful thighs. Wendy Lynn felt the sudden pressure being applied to her head, squeezing her ears painfully flat, and she screamed out at top of her young lungs. As the pressure increased, the sound diminished, as her open mouth was firmly pressed into the moist sex organ of the larger woman, and she found herself kissing cunt.
Amanda was now on the eighth rung, with her feet in their high heels struggling eight feet above the stage. She was at the half way mark. The progress she had made was at the expense of the lovely dress. The movement of sliding over the rough rungs, under the strain of moving the heavy weight, had pulled the light weight garment down past her waist. Slivers and larger splinters of the coarse wood had driven into the supple flesh of her breasts, belly, face, arms and legs, and had broken off inside her, making her experience on the ladder horrifying. As the fine silk fabric snagged on one of the rungs, she pushed up another step, and the dress was history, dropping in tatters to lie beside the bed of spikes on the floor.
Now at least she was freed from the expensive silk garment's confinement, and was able to move more freely. She gritted her teeth and struggled to move, knowing how precarious her situation had become. The higher she moved on the horrible ladder, the more dangerous the game became. She knew that if she slipped now, she would be greviously injured by the bed of spikes that lay below her, awaiting her fall. She was a feisty bitch, and not about to give these people that satisfaction.
Nipples went to a pair of control levers attached to an electrical box on the wall, and moved one of them slightly downward. Just then one of the men yelped, and the shaft standing between his legs that was planted firmly in his asshole began to gradually move upward. The audience was delighted to see that the man was potentially facing certain total anal impalement. They realized that before the evening's entertainment was completed, not only the women on the stage, but also these men would become cadavers requiring disposal.
Ellen and Emily had both ripped off their encumbering dresses, which floated in the water without sinking or rising. Ellen finally got her thumbs free of their binding, but the struggle to do so had taken its toll, tiring her arms and legs. Even free of the confining garments, both of the twins were now having a very difficult time keeping their heads above the surface of the water. The audience delighted in the fact that the material of their panties was highly transparent when wet. It made their crushed pussies gleam pink through the slight material, as if the delicate female sex organs were embraced in Saran Wrap.
Just then the promised help came into view, in the most unexpected form. A tall and lean naked girl, hanging by a thin rope tied around her slender ankles, and with her slim body greased, was lowered from the ceiling toward the center of the tank. The audience cheered at the original display. As she was slowly lowered, the audience could see that the beautiful girl in her late teens was more than six feet tall. She was still out of reach of the two girls in the tank, wearing only their panties and high heels, but she gave them reason to hope.
Wendy Lynn reached up and back until she got her hands on the only thing that she could get hold of, which was the dress crumpled around Marlene's legs. She pulled and tugged desperately, and finally managed to rip the garment off, which freed Marlene's legs. She was starting to smother in the grasp of the powerful legs and the pressure of the wet vagina that covered bother her nose and her mouth. In desperation Wendy Lynn thrust her thumbs up into Marlene's anus, and pulled as hard as she could. Her thumbs were hooked in around the gorgeous woman's strong rectum muscle. As she pulled with all her might, she could feel the defenseless flesh ring begin to give, in little bursts as the tight rectal muscle began to give.
Suddenly the thighs released their hold on her head, and as her ears were uncovered, she suddenly heard the screaming she was causing. The anus ring Wendy Lynn was jerking on with all her might was actually rupturing, bringing Marlene excruciating anal pain. Before the bigger woman could get her damaged crotch away, Wendy Lynn dug her teeth into the raw cuntmeat in her face, then pressing her fingers together, she viciously thrust her hand up into the injured asshole, and quickly made a fist inside her larger foe.
Marlene jerked her legs down, and the pressure pulled the closed fist out of her asshole. Swearing as only a powerful worldly wise woman could do, she quickly brought her knee up into the crotch of the younger girl, squashing and bruising Wendy Lynn's young but experienced cunt. This was the kind of sexually violent action the audience had come to see.
Amanda was in trouble. She had now reached within two feet of the plate, but moments before she had nudged out a rung from the ladder with her big breasts. Then the fabric of her panties had snagged on the rung below it, and the thin panties were pulled over her thighs. Next, as she had twisted, the rung snagged on her panties was pulled out of its holes. Finally, having lifted herself up with great difficulty the level of two rungs, she had accidentally kicked out the third, leaving a huge gap she would have to get down past, without dropping the egg. Making matters worse, the errant panties had slipped down to her knees, and covering nothing, were restraining her painfully difficult progress up the ladder.
Her bound arms ached from straining, and she was no longer able to lift the heavy weight. It pulled her chest against the ladder so that her breasts were severely abused as she moved them up over the coarse wooden rungs. She was now sweating profusely, and was breathing hard. She had no idea how she was going to get the dish safely down in her teeth without breaking the egg. The terrifying alternative was too horrible for Amanda to consider. Had there been a chance, she would have withdrawn from this rediculous competition, but now it was so dangerous she was sweating profusely.
Nipples now activated the second control, and like the first had done, the hydraulic shaft in the anus of the second burly male boxer began to gradually rise inside him. The first man to receive this extra internal movement was now up on his tip toes, and moaning in agony behind his gag as the merciless steel shaft thrust inside his colon, gradually stretching the flexible lower gut to the limit. He broke into a cold sweat as she realized the iminence of it bursting through into her intestines, and the implication of them allowing that to happen to him. They expected him to suffer in this demonstration, that much was clear, but would they actually allow him to be killed in the process? That was too horrible to imagine. Too late to do anything about it, he realized his death was exactly what was intended.
The slender girl being lowered upside down into the tank, gleaming in the theater lights like a greased pig, was now within reach, and Ellen and Emily lunged upward, grabbing desperately at her arms. She screamed as the rope tightened on her ankles with the additional weight, and the was tied off, with the top of her head touching the water, her long hair floating out on the surface. As the twin girls in the water tried desperately to climb her, the thin rope stretched, pulling half the girl's head beneath the water.
It was clear to the audience that the full weight of just one of the girls would completely submerse the helpless girl's head and drown her. That was the twins' trade-off for escaping the drowning tank. The audience saw with delight that in order to save herself, one of the twin sisters would not only have to climb the greased torso of the girl, killing her, but she would also have to first drown her sister. The event was unfolding as it should.
The twins both struggled desperately to get up onto the lowered girl, but each quickly realized that she was being severely hampered by the efforts of the other. In the cold water there was no time for thought. Emily remembered bitterly Ellen's heartless and selfish actions in abandoning her when she had her thumbs free. With no remorse, the twin sisters each immediately turned her attention on the task of drowning the other. The two identical shapely young women struggling to drown each other in the deep cold water, wearing only their scanty panties and heels, was a sight the audience loved. The lovely young ladies grabbed at each other's hair and panties, and in less than half a moment they were both wearing only their high heels and nylons.
Bulging breasts were punched, gouged and painfully twisted. Bellies were violently knee'd and punched, ribs and firm round buttocks were scratched, and tender cunt meat was further tenderized with a severe battering and punching. Heads were pulled and held under water, and as the fighting ladies both weakened, Emily swallowed more water than Ellen, and soon she was also accidentally inhaling the cold fluid. As they held each other underwater, the twin gorgeous nudes slowly sank, still struggling, toward the bottom of the deep pool. Emily's head was pressed firmly against Ellen's chest, and to express her revulsion and hatred for her twin sister, she dug her teeth deep into the tightly compressed tender tit meat.
The aquatic battle had taken a serious new turn, and it became clear to both of them the only path to survival was to kill her sister. Both were prepared to do that to escape death by drowning. This fight was no longer a struggle to win; it was a desperate battle to the death.
Marlene got her legs around Wendy Lynn's waist, when suddenly Wendy Lynn grabbed one of Marlene's big breasts with both hands, and viciously dug her teeth into the fat firm mammary, clamping her jaw closed as tight as she could. With her mouth full of boob, Wendy Lynn's teeth broke into the flesh of the big tit, and as she tasted blood, she bit down even harder. In retaliation, Marlene shifted her gorgeous legs upward, and squeezed the younger girl's rib cage with all her might, in a series of powerful jolts. The result was painful for Wendy Lynn, who screamed through her tightly clamped jaws, and over the breast-muffled scream and her own squeals of agony from the teeth sinking into her tit, Marlene heard the gratifying sound of juvenile ribs popping.
Reaching up, Wendy Lynn grabbed Marlene's head and viciously dug her thumbs into the older bitch's eyes, pushing with all her might. The results were startling, bringing a gasp from the audience. Marlene's eyeballs popped free, dangling obscenely by their thick cords. The older bitch screamed hysterically, let go her leg-hold on her younger adversary, and she began kicking out blindly and violently at the naked leg-bound girl. Her spike heeled shoes ripped brutally into the flesh of the girl's cunt, belly and tits as the teenager lost her balance and fell over, crashing onto her back. Now the flailing shoes could only reach her crotch, and they did so, with a vengeance. In minutes the teenager's vagina was torn, bruised and bleeding profusely.
Amanda found the small plate, grasped its edge firmly in her teeth, and carefully lifted it. The egg rolled toward her face, causing her heart to leap. When she calmed down, she discovered that by thrusting out her lower jaw while shifting it to one side, she could tilt the plate to trap the delicate egg against her cheek beside her nose. She thought that her prize must have been sitting up there for some time when she saw that both the egg and the plate were covered with a fine black powder. As she carefully and gently lowered herself down one rung, she realized that she would have to make her difficult decent by feel, because she could not move her head to look down.
She was too busy concentrating on her difficult task to pay attention to the painful slivers and large splinters piercing her boobs, belly and thighs. Amanda did, however, notice a growing tickle inside her nose.
The steel shaft in the colon of the second man now burst through into his internal pack of guts, and both men were shifting on the pumping ass-fucking shafts in desperate agony. This was much worse than either had ever experienced in the bloody bouts they had endured for years in the ring. This was internal, deliberate, and was killing them. They had taken girlney punches many times, enduring some of the most painful trauma a man can experience, but it was nothing like having their girlneys attacked from the inside. The hydraulic devices continued to lift, moving deeper into the matched pair of stocky male torsos.
Emily had stopped struggling, and her body went limp as the identical twins reached the bottom of the pool in the transparent tank. Ellen tried to pull Emily's head off her breasts and get herself away from the lovely drowned carcass of her sister, Emily's jaws were firmly locked on her big breast. Grasping the dead sister's head with both hands, Ellen jerked on it desperately, and at last she pulled it away, by painfully ripping off a large chunk of her own big tit. Her blood gushed into the water, staining it as she clawed her way upward. When she broke the surface, she gasped, filling her lungs with welcome air.
She was so tired that she started to sink again. She grabbed at the dangling girl's arm, and pulled herself up. Suddenly she saw the girl's other fist swinging at her, and too late, she turned her head. The closed fist caught her beautiful straight nose, fracturing the cartilage and flattening it. Her gorgeous face exploded in pain from her broken nose, which served to revive her dulling senses. She moved around behind the girl, who tried uselessly to turn and keep an eye on Ellen. When she was in position, Ellen mustered her strength and leaped upward, grasping the lean suspended girl by her waist. The grease was spread over the naked dangling female's entire body, and Ellen quickly slipped back into the water. Now her arms, belly and bulging tits were also coated with the thick grease. This was not going to be as easy as she thought, and the leap upward from the water had consumed a lot of her precious energy.
Several people in the audience reacted, and everyone looked over and then cheered as the first steel shaft emerged through the mouth of the first black boxer, thrusting the ball gag out as it completed the entertaining impalement. The man beside him looked over at what had happened to his friend, his eyes bulging in horror, knowing he was about to meet the same end. Curiously, both men sported raging erections, and the man who had just been totally impaled was spurting thick gobs of his steaming jism.
Wendy Lynn was writhing in agony from the brutal beating she was taking from the vicious cunt kicking by Marlene. Suddenly the kicking stopped, and Marlene threw back her head screamed hysterically. Wendy Lynn managed to lift her head, and saw what had happened. The blinded bitch had worked up such a lather in her cunt from the brutal action, Marlene had accelerated the dissolving of the gelatin time bomb in her womb, and the acid had been released. Now brownish smoke seeped from the heaving and bucking woman's vagina, as the highly caustic acid went to work on her internal sex organs, literally eating them away in an internal furnace.
Wendy Lynn quickly realized that the large gelatin capsule in her own womb, which had been placed at the same time, was likely to release the acid inside her at any moment, and she screamed to have it removed, claiming she had won the violent contest. Nipples stepped over to her, and instead of removing the capsule, she lashed the prone girl across her big tits with her riding crop.
"She is still conscious," Nipples said to her, "and she still has her stockings and shoes on."
Wendy Lynn desperately sat up, and painfully reached out to get at the bound woman's legs attempt to remove her heels and hose. Marlene, totally oblivious to her in her extreme internal agony, kicked out aimlessly but violently in her hysterical dance of excruciating pain. The spiked heel of her shoe drove up under Wendy Lynn's chin, and emerged inside her gaping mouth, completely piercing the teenager's tongue, and the violent blow knocking her out cold.
Too late for reprieve, Marlene was declared the conditional winner, if she were to be successful in removing Wendy Lynn's hose and heels, which was unlikely, as they were bound with her lower legs to the steel posts, and the older bitch was no longer involved in furthering the contest. The only thing to be decided was how long it would take the acid burning its way through her inner flesh and organs would take to kill her.
Amanda had reached the extra large step she had created by accidentally removing three consecutive rungs, when she realized that the black powder was not dust, but was finely ground pepper! She had lowered herself beyond the point of return, reaching desperately with her lower leg while her other leg was bent tightly up between her big bare splinter-laden breasts. The tickle had also reached the point of no return, and she felt a monstrous sneeze coming. She tried frantically to blow air out through her nose to relieve the growing sensation, but she just managed to stir up the pepper, and breathed in more of it. Suddenly the irresistible urge overcame her, and with a sudden explosion of air, she sneezed.
The plate and the egg smashed simultaneously between the long steel spikes on the large plywood sheet below her. She was ten feet above the stage, and she began to shake uncontrollably as she looked down, unable to take her eyes from the vicious awaiting impaling spikes. She lost control of her bladder, and she sent a spray of her hot urine down onto the bed of awaiting gleaming spikes to lubricate them.
Ellen had finally managed to get her arm up as high as the girl's closed crotch, and by squeezing her hand between the tightly closed legs, she was able to get her thumb into the inverted girl's anus, then she thrust her fingers into the tight cunt, giving her adequate purchase to avoid slipping back into the water. She raised her legs and thrust a sharp heel into the bottom of the girl's chin. It cut through the flesh, and gave her the additional grip she needed to lift herself entirely out of the water. Her weight stretched the thin rope, and the helpless girl's entire head was now held underwater.
The slender girl struggled desperately, grasping at Ellen's ankles with her grease-covered hands, but to no effect. Within a couple of minutes the tall slender teenager became completely motionless, and her arms flopped down to float in the water with the long curls of her blonde hair. Ellen was able to stand erect, and she reached up at the thin rope with her greasy hands. Suddenly she saw in horror that a foot above her reach, the rope was beginning to unfurl from a small slice from the added weight. She could see that the slender rope had been cut deliberately, and that she had no chance of escape from her twin sister's fate.
The second burly boxer's raging penis began to spurt slick gobs of his cum, his throat thickened with the movement inside it, and the tapered end of the steel shaft pressed the ball gag out of his mouth from the inside. The two men, now dead, slowly sunk down the shafts, which were still pumping steadilly up and down, until their buttocks rested on the floor, and they sat, still linked together by the chain joining their pierced and ringed penises.
Everything was coming to a head at once, as the bizarre event's organizer had planned. Suddenly Wendy Lynn heaved her slim hips into the air, and bucked uncontrollably, her shrill scream and the wisp of brown smoke emerging from her gaping battered vagina announcing to the audience that her gelatin capsule had burst in her womb, releasing the caustic acid and burning her internal sex organ. Quickly this was followed by a burst of flame, spewing out of her cooking cunt. Her thrusting hips framed a female sex organ flame thrower! Her fabulous cunt spurted orange flame. The teenage sex star was cumming in a way she would never in her worst nightmares have dreamed possible.
The shock of Wendy Lynn's agonized scream was so stunning that Amanda kicked out her gorgeous legs in an unexpected spasm, the ladder's rails parted, and she suddenly dropped face down onto the gleaming bed of two foot long spikes. She landed hard on the sheet of plywood, with the long spikes totally penetrating her lovely naked body. The gorgeous bitch took a spike through her mouth that penetrated the back of her skull. Several spikes drove up through her chest and belly, emerging in an even pattern of blood-flecked spears from the rippled muscles of her back. Her ass was propped, with a spike that had entered her lower belly emerging perfectly centered through her puckered anus. Others pierced her limbs, with one actually spiking one of her arched feet.
Emily desperately struggled to climb the skinny rope, and the jerky movement caused a rapid unfurling of the cord. It stretched down nearly a foot before it gave way, and she and the dead girl she clung to dropped with a huge splash into the cold water. The two male assistants reappeared, and this time each of them was carrying a water bucket. The men threw the contents of water and dark and shimmering objects into the tank, and suddenly there were a dozen small but thick bodied fish swimming in the water with Ellen.
The powerful little fish swam rapidly, and when they opened their jaws wide they revealed rows of sharp teeth. These were flesh eaters. They checked out and then swam by the limp carcasses of the dead girls. That would have normally sufficed, but the desperate thrashing of the water by the panicking Ellen drew their attention, because they preferred living meat.
Ellen attempted vainly to climb the greased sloping edges of the tank, kicking her luscious legs erotically, displaying her lovely anus and vagina as she struggled in the water. The fish were mostly attracted by the smell of her blood, and hit her ripped breast first. The fat mammary was literally torn to shreds, and the rest of her sumptuous thrashing body was quickly the follow-up target.
The sophisticated audience went wild watching the dozen small but incredibly vicious carnivorous fish ripping apart the living girl, tearing her buttocks, ripping chunks off her full breasts, eating out her vagina, and opening her belly. Soon the thrashing water was pink in color from the blood she lost. Nipples and the man who owned the complex were delighted that their first show had gone so well. The fabulous prizes offered the girls would never be claimed, but the audience had been given all they had been promised and more, as seven lovely young women and two men had given their lives for the first of many evenings of exciting sexual violence entertainments.
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