Also burned into her mind was the horror of watching the merciless shooting and the crucifixion and impalement of two young women who were much like herself.  When the audience entered the theater, Suzanne watched with dread the bald man who had tortured her enter and move to her side once more. 

He was a monster, and she was defenceless as she sat chained naked in the theater seat beside him.  He placed his hand on her knee, they slid it slowly and sensuously toward her genitals.  His fingers lightly brushed the rim of her delicate cunt lips, tracing a line from her clit down one lip to the base of her organ, then back up the other lip to the hood of her clit.  She quivered from involuntary stimulation.  This monster was actually turning her on!

Raoul came on stage, dragging with him a gorgeous brown-skinned woman with enormous breasts.  She was breathtakingly beautiful, even with the terror on her face.  Raoul pulled out his long tapered penis and pushed the woman forward.  She extended her arms forward and supported herself on her hands, and her huge breasts swung freely beneath her with the slightest movement. 

Her long slender legs were stretched out straight, and her round butt was raised in the perfect position for Raoul to mount her, and he did.  He thrust the head of his penis against the hollow between her buttocks with a hammering motion until her sphincter muscle gave way and she took him into the moist tight pink warmth of her colon.
 
Women were made to be mastered, and Raoul mastered this beautiful fair-skinned black bitch as he rode her, driving his penis deeper and deeper into her colon, and with each thrust, his tapered penis wedged her rectum wider and wider, until with a piercing scream she signalled its total defeat. 

Her anus closing muscle was stretched past its limit by the thick base of his long prick, and it ruptured, removing her ability to control rectal discharge.  With that single anal rape, Raoul had made the gorgeous black woman into a horse, a creature that shits whenever its bowels move, a frequent biological event over which no cow, horse or horsed woman has control.

Careful not to ejaculate, Raoul pulled his penis from her, and forced her to clean his rigid cock with her mouth.  The woman was clearly well trained, as she took the long male member into her mouth, worked it deep into her throat until her full painted lips grasped and left their mark on the broad base of his penis and scrotum.

Suzanne wondered if she would be able to cooperate to this level at her own killing.  It was becoming painfully clear how successful the program of brutal slave training was.  The thought of doing anything to help in the show while she was going to be murdered frightened her.  Were these evil people really gaining that level of mind control over her?

The painful rupture of the black woman's tortured anus had been entirely internal, as there was only her shit, no blood on the long male organ as it was withdrawn.  When her mouth and tongue had cleaned his long erection to his satisfaction Raoul tucked in his penis and the statuesque naked black woman stood up. 

Raoul suddenly drove a fist hard into the pit of her stomach, causing her to demonstrate her new lack of control.  Three large stools plopped onto the floor, messing the stage.  Raoul commanded her to eat them, and with the encouragement of the two naked Indian men slashing her tits, ass and cunt, she obliged him. 

She got down onto her hands and knees, and without using her hands, she picked up each piece of her own warm shit in her mouth, and with the whips lashing mercilessly at her back, her swinging tits and her genitals, the totally defeated and dominated woman ate the stools that had just passed from her own rectum.

The bald man beside Suzanne pulled out his branding pen, and again held her wrist firmly.  He inserted the hot tip between her fingers, and beside the capital "F" he wrote a capital "B" in her skin.  Fire Beast!  He was claiming her as his own with a personal brand!  For the second time she lost control and pissed in her seat. 

If she ever made the smallest slip, she could end up on stage with this monster there with his fire to kill her!  These were desperate times for her, and her desperation was growing.  The Indian men clamped manacles on the mahogany skinned woman's ankles and wrists, and chained her spread eagle against the flat side of the huge wheel. 

When she was attached firmly in place, her back to the wheel and her limbs spread wide, a woman came onto the stage, wearing an astounding costume.  The big bitch wore high heeled platform shoes, with soles nearly a foot high, so that she looked like she was standing on bizarre stilts. 

Around her slender waist she wore a broad black leather belt, but instead of garters, there were thin gold chains that were linked to rings in her vagina lips, holding them spread wide.  The inner lips of her fuck chute griped a long thick cigar, which was lighted.  In an incredible display of muscle control, her well-trained cunt was drawing air through and smoking the fat stogy! 

A plug in her anus held a long, curled tail that swung from between her full buttocks.  Her back was bowed inward, so that she thrust her rib cage and her enormous breasts, causing the fir mammaries to jut obscenely.  Her nipples were erect and swollen.  They had been catheterized with bright red plastic drinking straws.

These were inserted deep into her nipples, and into her milk ducts.  Droplets of her milk emerged from the straws and dripped down onto her thighs.  She wore an evil looking mask over her eyes to disguise her identity.  Her lips were painted a bright red, as were her finger and toenails.  Several of the men in the audience began to masturbate at the sight of this outrageously obscene cunt.

The two nude Indian men with the bizarre rings through their testicles picked up crude bows and quivers of short but lethal looking arrows, and as they positioned themselves across the stage, they strung the bows.  The masked woman in control grasped the edge of the wheel on which the black slave girl was chained, and using all her strength, spun the wheel. 

Suzanne gasped as she realized that they had taken an old circus trick and were making a deadly sport of it.  The demonstration was incredible.  Only the first arrow missed the spinning nude, when it struck the wheel between her legs.  The object was not to miss her, but to hit her while avoiding a fatal shot. 

The theater was quickly filled with bitch-screams as the arrows found their mark, each arrow sinking into the meat of the bound spinning nude with a sharp thud.  Each quiver contained twenty arrows, and the skilled Indians shot arrow after arrow into the resilient meat of the screaming slave girl without killing her, as the bizarre woman kept the wheel spinning.

When at last all of the arrows had been used, the wheel was allowed to stop, and the bizarre woman made it come to a stop with the still living victim head down.  Blood trickled from the wounds, where the feathered stems of arrows stuck out of the black slave woman's nude body as if she was a deer just brought in from the hunt.

Suzanne was in shock at the incredible violence she was forced to witness, and at the obvious enjoyment the guests in the audience were getting at watching the merciless attack on the beautiful black woman.  She could not believe her eyes when the woman in charge of the brutal killing pulled a knife and began driving it into the stretched and arrow-pierced body of the still alert victim. 

The bitch with the knife was screaming out her aggression as she plunged the bloody blade again and again into the naked bound, stretched and arrow-pierced woman’s belly, tits and sides.  She was purposefully inflicting all the pain she could with the repeated stab wounds without killing the girl.
 
She stopped the violent onslaught when the bound assaulted girl passed out, and one of the nude Indian men used smelling salts to revive her.  The incredibly abused cunt was bleeding profusely, and they had to work quickly to ensure she experienced the ending they had planned for her.
 
The big steel bin filled with red hot glowing coals was moved over to the wheel, and the Indian men tipped it up and poured the coals into the large pan beneath the wheel.  They momentarily burst into flame, but settled back to a glow.  The woman turned the wheel slowly, providing intolerable heat to the woman's feet, hands and hair. 

Then she pulled a lever, and the entire support beam swung out, tipping the wheel flat so that the woman was tilted down over the coals, hanging face down so that her bleeding tits and belly began to cook.  The cunt's head dropped, and her body started to smoke, as her melting fat, leaking through her fine skin, dripped onto the coals.

The coals, encouraged and fueled by the girl's melting fat, again began to flame, and within moments the wooden wheel began to smoke, and then it burst into flame.  Big fans kicked in to clear the small theater as the smoke and hot gasses as the entire assembly, the naked girl attached, burned fiercely. 

The man beside Suzanne had his penis out, and was masturbating fiercely at the sight of the burning woman.  The bitch let out an incredible scream that rang off the walls, then her head dropped forward into the coals, letting the cheering audience know that the spirited black cunt was finally dead.

The bitch carcass was left hanging from the burning wheel over the coals cooking, and guests stayed to watch long after the butchered cunt had expired.  When they were satisfied with the gross debauchery they had witnessed, the guests left the theater, with the roasting carcass of the beautiful black woman hanging face down on the wheel.

She and the wheel assembly were now reduced to a shapeless lump of carbon, and at last what remained of the woman’s charred body fell into the coals, and burst afresh into flame.  The slave girls, still chained in their seats, were left on their seats to contemplate the violent end the black girl had met. 

After nearly an hour, when the victim's carcass was reduced to a large hard cinder, the pig-woman Bertha came in.  She climbed onto the stage, her little tail quivering as the obese woman mounted the stairs.  She stood beside the crumpled wheel with its obscene decoration and addressed the slave girls.

"Jesus, that lady sure is rough on our girls, ain't she?"  This was not a question.  "I guess you girls know she was looking for a victim, so you was good, huh?"  She gave the girls time to absorb this.  "Yup, she watch girls she like, and nearly pick one of you, but this cunt here refuse to cooperate at party last night. 

“Guest tell her fuck herself with big bottle, she say no, you see what happen her.  I tell her just like I tell you, but she no listen.  She know when bottle deep inside her, they break it, so she feel extreme pain from shards of broken glass inside her cunt.  That what audience love, but not woman they torture.

“You got to listen Bertha, yup, that right."  The fifteen slave girls chained to their seats, a true captive audience, were wide eyed at the incredibly harsh punishment, and Bertha saw with satisfaction that they were all suitably impressed.  This was an important part of their education, and Bertha was making the most of it.

"Now I take you to special club party with many important guests," she told them.  "You be entertainment!  You know it be very important you do everything you told.  Fire Beast man here tonight, he watch girl shot with arrows and stabbed.  He really get off on cooking bitchmeat.  He want girl for hot time on stage, he want to kill her with fire, and need somebody got nice tits who be bad.  You all got nice tits.  You do like guests say, then he no get you, not this time."


*


The party room was incredible.  Suzanne had never seen anything like it.  The ballroom was filled with luxury furnishings and decoration beyond anything she had ever experienced.  It was like a palace, with chandeliers and huge velvet drapes and remarkable oil paintings.  The only thing that distinguished it from a palace was the content of the paintings:  all of them depicted a bound nude woman or girl being murdered. 

There were furnishings and carpets so plush and beautiful that it seemed a shame to sit or walk on them.  Everywhere were naked slave girls serving treats and drinks.  Suzanne guessed there were nearly a hundred guests present.  Each was equipped with a split cane with which they slashed at the legs, buttocks and breasts of passing slave girls.  The only entertainment she saw was the indiscriminate attacks on the helpless young women.

Suzanne and the other naked girls she had been brought to the party with were given the triangular trays that clipped to their breast and cunt rings, and they were sent out to serve champagne to the guests.  Soon after she got out onto the floor, Suzanne saw the first of what the guests called the crab girls. 

These girls had their cunt and tit rings wired together, so that their backs were severely bent, and they had to walk on their hands and feet, face up, so that guests could use their fully displayed cunts as ashtrays, to prevent damage to the expensive carpets.  Expandable metal rings had been inserted into the wombs of these girls, holding open the mouth of their vagina muscles, making the moist tunnels gape wide, as suitable targets for burning ashes. 

Several guests also took the opportunity to butt the glowing heads of their cigarettes and cigars out on the slave girls' bulging breasts, painfully burning angry holes in the tender meat of the considerable tits before they deposited the still-glowing butts inside the contorted nude girls' gaping genitals.  The sweet aroma of burned bitchmeat filled the ballroom, as did the screams of agony from the lovely naked ladies.


*


Suzanne and seven other slave girls were taken into the big service area next to the kitchen, and were given a new challenge.  One by one they stood beside a cauldron of glowing coals, in which rested monstrous looking spiked balls, which were white hot.  Each girl had one of these balls chained to her cunt ring by an eight-inch chain so that the radiant steel orb swung freely between her legs. 

This new fixture forced the enticing nude cunts to walk with their knees spread.  This was not an easy feat in the severely arched shoes glued to their feet.  Every move they made caused the white-hot spiked balls to swing, and it took only seconds for each of them to discover the need for extra caution. 

Their screams filled the kitchen as their inner thighs were both gouged and burned by the sadistically cruel spiked cunt-weights.  Raoul used his whip to move them, ensuring that they hurt themselves as they moved back toward the ballroom.  He worked them from behind, so that they could not see the blows coming.

He was very effective in catching their weight-stretched cunts with stinging blows to accompany those he landed on their legs and buttocks.  Raoul was in no mood to make this easy for them, and he did not.  Their regular duties awaited the girls inside the ballroom, but were much more difficult to perform with the glowing steel balls between their legs. 

Nude Indian men stood at strategic points, armed with stiff riding crops which they put to good use on the naked ladies, and soon all of them were streaked with blood between their legs from the abuse of the hot steel spiked balls.  Suzanne wondered how long it would take to the steel to cool. 

She knew the metal could not hold its searing heat indefinitely.  The pain of the raking and piercing hot spikes was driving her crazy, and damaging her beautiful legs.  She did not discover the answer to her question, because a foot-high caldron, with its coals fanned by an electric motor, was placed near the kitchen entrance to the ballroom.

Every time one of the girls came toward the kitchen, she was forced to stand over the caldron and squat, resting the steel ball in the coals so that it would reheat.  The force-heated coals were so hot that her thighs were scorched from standing so long over the heat, and after her third time squatting there, the tender flesh on the inside of her legs began to blister.

She watched a woman being suspended by her thumbs, dangling from a pulley attached to an overhead beam, with her feet three feet off the floor.  A gas barbecue was rolled under her, and lighted.  The heat was turned up full, and she raised her legs as high as she could to keep from being burned. 

Raoul used his whip on the girl to stunning effect, and she threw her legs wildly in response to the severe treatment.  More rope was fed over the pulley, allowing her to drop, so that if she lowered her feet they would descend into the gas-fed fire.  She bent her knees, lifting her legs higher, but the rope continued to lower her, so that soon her ass was positioned less than a foot above the rocks. 

 
. . . . to be continued

 
She squirmed and twisted like a true contortionist, and the whip continued to at lash her naked body with the desired effect.  Raoul worked her breasts, back and legs with his special bitch punishing whip, and she cried out for mercy with each vicious blow.  Mercy was the last thing on his mind.

The sadistic master of the whip used it to enhance her dance, which was also one of avoidance as the flesh of her buttocks and cunt heated by the glow of the flames.  Her desperate twisting and turning was highly entertaining, and brought cheers of encouragement from the crowd that had gathered to watch her agonized and totally hopeless struggle against the inevitable. 

She heaved once too often, and the strain was too much for her thumbs, which dislocated, and her ass dropped onto the fire, to the cheers of the delighted crowd.  She had pleased them, but her cunt and ass were burning, and she leaped desperately out of the fire.  The rope, still attached to her wrists, hoisted her up again.

Once more she was suspended, and once more she was gradually lowered, kicking and squirming in her erotic dance of terror.  It was a remarkable merciless, harsh torture show, and she was sustaining a terrible punishment for the entertainment of the club's wealthy thrill-seeking guests.

Suzanne was taken to another part of the ballroom, where she also was hoisted into the air.  This time she had her arms tied so tightly behind her back that the elbows were touching.  The rope was tied to her wrist, so that as it was tightened in preparation to lifting her, it forced her to bend forward to avoid her shoulders being dislocated. 

As she was lifted off the floor, her face almost touched her knees, which were spread to accommodate the glowing spiked ball still chained to her cunt ring.  The chain rocked and a hot spike jammed into her chin.  She jerked her head, just in time to get it out before the meat that gripped the red-hot tip cooked through.

Her arms were now pulled impossibly high by her weight, as her body stretched downward.  She did not have the muscle development in her upper body, limbs and back to support her weight.  To make matter worse, as she was elevated, a caldron of glowing coals was wheeled under her, forcing her to raise her feet to avoid having them roast. 

She pulled her legs up as high as she could, but holding them in this impossible position caused her muscles to ache and stiffen as they tightened, and as the session progressed she had less and less control.  She broke into a sweat, and realized she was not going to be able to keep this position for long. 

Her arms, back, shoulders, upper legs and thighs were burning from lack of circulation as she held the static position.  Gradually her legs began to drop, and her feet approached the brightly glowing coals.  She felt the glow, but her legs were virtually locked with the incredibly severe strain on the muscles. 

Suddenly her feet sent a jolt through her system as they touched the coals.  She jerked her legs upward, not having time to think that every action has an opposite and equal reaction.  The sudden movement of her large limbs was too much for her strained muscles to absorb, and her shoulders were jerked out of their sockets, totally dislocated. 

That loss of structure caused her to immediately drop again, and her feet were pulled from the fire only because the club had further use for this gorgeous American cunt.  She was lowered, her hot spiked ball was removed, then she was placed on a table.  A crowd, attracted by her screams, gathered around to enjoy her agony as her shoulders were painfully relocated, jerked and slammed back into position by a muscular man she hoped was a doctor.


*


Suzanne was taken back to the healing room, where she was bound into an awkward position under the strange lights along with several others.  She lay there nearly twelve hours.  She was repositioned twice, enduring a painful adjustment to further the amazing healing. Her joints were cramped, her limbs numb, and she felt like a slab of meat.

She was placed in an exercise class to rebuild her strength after her terrible experience, and was startled that her healing appeared to be complete.  The exercises were competitive, and she hated them.  She did develop more strength in her upper arms, but was sure she would never have an opportunity to use it to escape.

She was reassigned to the ballroom two days later, in the same role.  Suzanne felt the sharp smack of canes as she moved through the crowd, and was surprised at how much more the canes hurt than the riding crops she had endured before.  The split in the canes made them lay a sharp edge against naked flesh, and to pinch the skin up in the slot of the split, which parted slightly when swung hard. 

The effect was pronounced, and raised sharp rigid welts on her legs, ass and the top of her tits.  The chains to her tray suspended from her breast rings prevented blows from striking her belly, thank God, but her back took up the slack, and her naked meat was soon ravaged, covered in burning welts. 

Suzanne found that some of the waitresses were detained, bound to columns, and were having long steel knitting needles thrust through their breasts and into their groins around their cunts.  This was absolute madness.  The music of the string quartet was hardly audible over the screams of the tortured ladies. 

Suzanne was trembling in fear that she would do something wrong and become a victim of the merciless treatment several of the other slave girls were receiving.  She cringed as she watched a long needle being pushed directly into the nipple of a bound woman, then thrust deep into the meat of her tit toward her ribs.  She quickly moved on.

A pair of enthusiastic revellers grabbed Suzanne by the neck, unclipped her tray, and forced her to her hands and knees.  One of them sat on her shoulders, flattening her breasts against the carpet beneath her.  The other person produced an impossibly large dildo covered in sharpened brass studs.

He pressed the broad head of the artificial phallus against the vestibule of her cunt, pressing her inner lips aside.  The man sitting on her back grasped the shaft of the big dildo in both hands and began a pumping action.  The head of the device was too wide for her to accept naturally, but with the force the two men applied to it, her vagina gave way and admitted the huge plastic cock.

Suzanne's face was inflamed with the humiliation at the gross invasion of her person.  She knew the price was her life if she fought them, and that made it so much more dehumanizing.  The size of the dildo stretched her cunt more than she thought it would take, and the raised metal studs pressed and scraped painfully.

They scratched at her womb as the large device was thrust into her vaginal depths.  She Turned her face so that her cheek was pressed against the carpet, in order to better scream with the violent invasion of her inner privacy.  That was when she saw for the first time the nude slave girl climbing the long slender pole. 

Even with her hands and legs clinging to the pole, the gorgeous creature seemed to be making little progress.  Suzanne wondered if the girl thought she might somehow escape through the high ceiling.  The pole fell short of reaching the ceiling by several feet.  The poor girl must have been here so long she's finally deranged, Suzanne thought.

Suddenly the man sitting on her back twisted the dildo, bringing her attention back to her own desperate plight.  This dildo was not designed for pleasure but to bring the girl it was used on pain.  The studs, lining the thick plastic shaft's entire length, scraped painfully at her vaginal walls. 

Then the two men combined their strength to pump the enormous plastic prick in and out of her.  She could not help herself; she gripped the shaft with all the strength she could apply to her cunt, trying desperately to reduce its motion.  She felt as if she was almost cooperating with the monstrous fuck they were giving her. 

The head of the huge dildo battered against her uterus, slamming the small cervix with such force that the internal organ started to swell inside her, the waxy plug was punched out of the cervix, and the tiny mouth of the inner passage to her ovaries started to swell open from the constant abuse.  It felt as if her entire womb was about to explode from the incredible pain, when the men heard the announcement.

"Ladies and gentlemen," a strong female voice announced on a hidden public address system, "for those of you interested, we have just imported, for your pleasure, the entire second and third levels of the Romanian Gymnastics School.  These pretty young ladies will be performing nude in the gymnasium, starting in ten minutes. 

“For those of you interested, buggy whips will be issued at the entrance.  When their performance is complete, two of these fair skinned maidens will be impaled and roasted for your dining pleasure.  These succulent young ladies should be of particular interest to those of you attempting to stick to low-fat diets."

There was a chuckle from among the crowd, and many of the paedophiles left to enjoy the show, among them the two who had been violently battering Suzanne's internal sex organs.  She struggled to her feet, the large dildo still firmly planted in her cunt.  She worked hard with her hands to remove it, and threw her head back to scream as that might help to bring it free.

Unfortunately, her cunt was contracting, and the bloodied studded shaft remained jammed fast inside her.  Had the men stayed to complete their rough work on her instead of running off to abuse younger girls, she was convinced they would have killed her.  My God! she thought, he’d said dining pleasure!  These people are cannibals!  That woman on the P.A. said they're going to roast two of the young gymnasts!  This is fucking insane!

Her eyes fell once more on the lady up the pole, but suddenly and shockingly her perception changed:  in fact the pole was up the lady.  Suzanne stared breathlessly at what she saw.  The woman had been impaled up her cunt, and must be on some incredible drug, because she was still alive, even though the end of the pole was beginning to emerge through her mouth. 

She was grasping at it desperately with her hands and her lean legs, but it was now clear that she was gradually losing way, and was slowly sinking further along the pole toward the carpet.  Bertha was suddenly there, and the big woman with the tail clipped Suzanne's tray back onto her genital rings and set her back to work with a lash at her buttocks with the stiff riding crop. 

She was now forced to walk upright on her toes in the glued-on shoes, with the added obstacle of the huge dildo gripped solidly in her cunt.  Her chances of performing her duties properly were now greatly impaired, but made her desperate struggles to do her work very entertaining for the people she served.

One of the girls who's breasts and groin had been filled with long steel knitting needles was forced to go back to work with the needles in place.  She looked like a human pin cushion, with the knitting needles sticking out of her naked flesh at strange angles, and people grabbed and twisted the needles as she passed to increase her discomfort.
 
The poor girl did as well as she could, but at last she tripped, and dumped her tray of drinks across the lap of one of the clients.  The man was apparently outraged.  He demanded that the slave girl be put to death.  Raoul seized her, lifting her off her feet by her collar.  Suzanne was startled as she watched the angry client wink at the woman who was with him. 

This was a setup, and the girl was being victimized for their entertainment.  There was no doubt they were going to carry out the slave girl's execution.  The only question was how she would die.  Suzanne was certain it would be a slow and painful death, because that was what these bizarre people found to be entertaining.

It happened faster than she thought it would.  The slave girl was dropped into her hands and knees, and the two naked Indian men brought a long metal shaft into the dining room, not unlike that one the impaled girl was still sliding down.  Without delay, the Indians pressed the rounded tip between the kneeling slave girl's spread buttocks, and with a thrust invaded her anus. 

Raoul lifted the beautiful slave girl's head, forced her to hold her mouth open, and invited guests to come up one by one to fuck her face.  While clients pumped their penises in her mouth and ejaculated down her throat, the Indians worked the poll deeper into her colon, until her lower tract was filled.

A large double trap door was opened on the stage, and up through it emerged a large steel tray, six feet long, filled with a deep bed of glowing coals.  On either end of the device was a brace to support the shaft, so that the slave girl, once she was fully impaled, could be barbecued right on stage. 

Suzanne and the other slave girls were immobilized by horror at what they were witnessing.  Not in her wildest nightmares had Suzanne ever dreamed of such unbridled debauchery.  This was so gross that those slave girls who had not yet witnessed one of their own being roasted simply stared at the preparations in disbelief.

Bertha came up behind the kneeling girl, carrying a pair of huge syringes and needles in her hand.  It looked big enough to draw blood from a horse, and she jammed the first needle into the girl's rump as if she was injecting not a woman but a large animal.  The girl’s ability to move was restricted because of her kneeling position, but she did react to the pain of the injection.

"This juice make impalement go easier for you, honey!" she said as she began pressing the plunger to drive the ounce of bright yellow liquid into her.  "This juice help you survive longer, make a better show!"  She was clearly enjoying the pain she was inflicting as she pushed the needle in further. 

When the syringe had been emptied, she jerked the needle out and plunged the other one into the girls other buttock.  "This one tenderize your meat, make you not taste gamey, but it also let you live while you roast!"  The syringe she was using was so big Suzanne guessed there was nearly half a cup of clear liquid in it.

The slave girl was now giving head to the sixth guest, and the Indians drove the end of the long steel impaling shaft further into her, rearranging her intestines.  Bertha worked the handle of the syringe until she had deposited all of the clear liquid deep into the muscle of the slave girl's buttock.

She then jerked the second large needle out of her as the invading pole broke through the tubing of her gut, sliding smoothly past her moist internal organs.  Suzanne began to piss at the sheer outrage being committed on the lovely girl.  There was no doubt in her mind that the shaft would be driven right through the kneeling girl.  However, she doubted the words of Bertha.  She was sure it was impossible for anyone to survive total impalement.

The kneeling girl proved her wrong.  Her eyes rolled as the tip of the shaft moved into her throat, and they bulged, as did her gullet, as the shaft moved up inside her neck and finally out through her mouth.  She was still kneeling there, supporting herself, although she was now totally impaled.  Clearly the drugs had an amazing effect.

The Indian men moved quickly, getting her arms bound behind her and her ankles chained to the shaft.  They lifted her steel impaling shaft up onto the two supports at either end of the large tray of glowing coals, and attached a turning handle to the shaft to allow the girl to turn as she roasted alive.

Bertha grabbed Suzanne by the collar and moved her over to the spit.  "You good girl, you make her turn so she roast even, baste herself as she cook!"  Suzanne knew better than to argue.  She knew she was not in a position to argue, and also knew the consequences if she did.  She grasped the handle, which was attached to the end of the shaft near the girl's impaled girl's mouth. 

Suzanne was unable to take her eyes from those of the roasting victim, who stared at her as her body was heated by the coals over which she turned.  Suzanne tried to turn the shaft quickly, so that the girl would not get hot, but a few well-placed blows from Raoul's whip straightened her out.

 
. . . . to be continued

 
Several guests had taken three girls over into a corner, and they summoned Bertha, telling her they wanted her to help them make a fresh baron of bitch roast.  The big native pig-woman moved across the ballroom, and several other guests followed her.  Soon there was a flurry of activity and screaming in that corner, but there were too many people in the way for Suzanne to see what was happening.

Their privileged position prevented Suzanne from getting a good view of the violence.  She kept her attention focused on the spit, and the amazing eyes, still moving, as the living girl roasted under her care.  She sobbed and whispered "I'm sorry!" over and over again as she roasted the impaled girl, who's gaze was fixed on her.

The screaming intensified in the far corner of the ballroom, and although the guests crowding around blocked her view, she was shocked to see what looked like the bloodied blade of a machete flying high and then rapidly descending.  That was the most outrageously violent thing she had ever witnessed here.  Someone was being hacked to death by the guests!

She had no idea how far things would go, but was certain that the safety of the slave girls was of no concern to the evil owners of the club.  While she worked at her horrifying job, Suzanne watched Raoul respond to the request of a customer and punish a nude waitress by making a horse of her.  

He drove his long tapered shaft into the girl's anus, thrusting it deep, until the broad base was forced in between her buttocks, and stretched the over-strained sphincter muscle of her tiny tortured rectum until it ruptured, taking away her ability to control her bowel movements.  The young bitch had been ‘horsed’, so that she would shit whenever stools formed in her colon.

At last the circle in the corner broke, and the two nude Indian men came out of the group which followed them.  They carried a huge silver serving tray, and on it, surrounded by a nest of parsley and lettuce leaf, was a large double rump roast of woman, not yet cooked, with the cunt and rectum on full display between the spread stumps of large legs.

The victim had been cut in half at the waist, and the lower legs from above the knee removed.  The stout leg stumps and cut waist were pressed against the tray with the round spread buttocks in the air, and suddenly Suzanne saw the hairless curled tail.  The people in the corner with that bloody machete had butchered Bertha!  

They had hacked her big body apart right over in the corner of the room!  The naked Indian men paraded their shocking prize around the room, drawing roars of approval and applause at the outrageous double hip roast from a human swine.  Now in the truest sense, the Indian pig-lady was dead meat.  

The fat Indian porker bitch was now reduced to a sexy-looking rump of pork!  Three of the waitresses were forced to parade smaller silver platters, two of them each with a monstrous breast carved from the big bitch, while the third platter bore the severed head of the native woman.  

Suzanne was somehow gratified to see the look of stark terror frozen on the dead cunt's face.  At least the Indian pig-bitch had received some of her own medicine.  A fourth woman paraded a platter that bore a freshly dismembered cunt, clearly from another slain or at least mutilated woman.  Suzanne felt weak.  

She wondered what price the guests had paid for the life of the bizarre woman whose job it was kept the slaves under control.  She wondered what other kind of monster would be used to take on that repulsive job.  Only a freakish fiend, a gross sexual pervert like the Indian pig-woman was likely to take it on.

But even that did not protect her from the profit motive of the greedy owners, who clearly would offer anything to satiate the thirst for debauchery by the clients.  These people had travelled half way around the world to enjoy the deadly entertainments the club offered, and nothing was too disgusting to happen here in the bowels of the huge city Sâo Paulo.


*


Suzanne's face dropped, and she felt faint.  She was moved forward to follow the pedophiles out of the large room and into a long hallway.  She hated the fact that innocent young girls were going to be treated as badly as she was.  The whip found her dildo-stuffed cunt, and it felt as if her organ had exploded.  She leaped forward, and moved after the people leaving the hall.

The whip continued to slash at her legs and back, driving her forward down the long hallway, thumping loudly in her ballet-pointed toe shoes.  She wondered what she would see when she arrived at the new room.  The Romanian Gymnastics School had produced Nadia, the world's best female gymnast ever.  

She had watched on television replays of young Nadia's incredible performances with perfect 10's at the Montreal Olympics when she was a little girl.  Since then the Romanians had constantly placed young girls in the medals year after year.  She wondered what the second and third levels were.  Were those the girls just starting?  She knew gymnasts started training at the age of six.  Or were they the girls just below the top level, who competed internationally?  

She bounced down the hallway with rapid tiny steps, forced to walk that way in the incredible glued-on shoes.  The studded dildo cramming her cunt made movement so difficult she wondered how she could ever be expected to fight.  Word must have come with her shipment that she had tackled those guards at the airport in Djakarta.  

Surely they knew how badly she had done.  She had not landed a single blow, although she was a championship kick boxer, and had taken karate lessons.  Her breathing was tight as if she was having an anxiety attack.  They did not just want her to fight, they wanted her to kill a girl, a trained athlete who was sure to be in top physical shape.

The movement she produced by walking so briskly was causing the studded dildo inside her to give her vagina a painful internal work-out.  It was like having a large blister burst inside rough shoes with no socks.  The punishment to her internal sex organ was considerable, causing a burning sensation all through her cunt.  

The continuing abuse caused further swelling of her sex organ, increasing its grip on the punishing invader.  She felt relief when she saw the people ahead of her turning into a large doorway.  It was a room she had never seen before.  It was a theater with a round raised stage in the middle of the room, and space for audience all around.  This was a theater where the audience was expected to participate, so there was no seating.  

As promised, long slender buggy whips were issued to the guests at the door, and although some had just come to watch, most people took them.  They were beautifully crafted weapons, made of tightly woven leather thongs with sharp cut edges.  Suzanne had seen whips like these used in the theaters, and knew how much welting and flesh-abusing power they had.  

The whips were long enough to reach twenty feet, and the slender striking part of them, the three feet nearest the tip, was capable of raising hard ridged welts on a nude woman's bare flesh in just a few seconds.  What would they do to the tender meat of these naked young girls from Romania?  The wide-eyed young gymnasts were in for a surprise they would certainly not enjoy.

There was room in this unusual theater for many more people than had showed up, so everyone had plenty of room.  There was gymnastics equipment set against the back wall, and beside it were huddled thirty young girls, most of them in their early teens, and they were stark naked.  Suzanne guessed they ranged in age from ten to fourteen, judging by their height and varied state of physical development.  

A few of the older girls had substantial breast development, although a few of the taller girls were less developed physically.  Most of the naked girls were pre-pubescent, or had only the faintest beginnings of tiny breasts.  These beautiful young girls were shaking with fear, and they stared with wide eyes at Suzanne.  She realized how bizarre she looked in her costume.  She was probably the first slave girl they had seen since their arrival.

Suzanne noticed that none of the girls were wearing the terrible rings she had pierced through her breasts and pubic mound.  Hers had been put on as soon as she had been kidnapped, long before she had been sold to these people at auction.  These girls must have been obtained through different, more lenient channels.  

She also noticed that even those few who had well developed breasts had no pubic hair.  Their bulging little cunnies were as bald as a baby's immature fuck slot.  She guessed that those few girls old enough to grow pubic fuzz had their tiny curls trimmed and shaved or else plucked clean for the skimpy costumes they wore in competition.  

Some of the colorful outfits that growing young gymnasts wore for competitions were not a perfect fit, and often covered little between the legs.  When they did high kicks or wide spreads during their energetic routines there was an enticing risk that their little sex-slots would be partly uncovered.

This would give television viewers around the world a brief view of their virgin fuck holes.  It always happened so fast that recording broadcasts of gymnastics competitions and playing back the image in slow motion that Suzanne had discovered how common it was that their naked little pussies frequently saw the light of day.  

She noticed that the crotch shots appeared regularly, although the tapes were always edited before broadcast, so she guessed it was a policy of the networks to include them, because although they were too brief to notice without freeze frame, they would certainly leave a subliminal impression on the viewers, which was what kept them watching and got the ratings.


*


Now it was show time.  One of the naked girls, a very pretty young lady who was four foot five inches tall with a solid build, was pulled from the group, and moved onto the stage.  Raoul ripped off Suzanne's tutu and removed her cuffs, then grasping her around the waist, lifted her onto the small stage.  She stood facing the girl, who had a look of mistrust that was well placed.  She was petite for her age, as most gymnasts were.  

Suzanne guessed her to be no more than fourteen years old.  Her breasts were round and well developed, which was unusual for girls of her age.  She slowly straightened her posture until she stood tall, considering her short stature, and pointed her pert little breasts at Suzanne.  A look of overt defiance crossed her face.

"This young lady refuses to perform her specialty and demonstrate for us her gymnastic skills while in the nude," Raoul announced.  "Our demands of her have been perfectly reasonable, as she and her team-mates from Romania are under our total control, and we are going to exercise that control.  

“We will not control her with an iron fist as it were,” he said, “but instead with iron feet, in a manner of speaking, with the assistance of Suzanne.  The child’s insolence is charming, her naked body quite appealing, and because of it we have decided to make an example of her in front of her friends."

"We all not do!" the insolent young girl replied in stilted English.  "It disgusting!  We not do it for our Premier, and we certainly not do it for you!"  Suzanne was surprised the young Romanian girl had enough English to express herself.  She had heard that in Romania the gymnastics classes ran up to fourteen hours a day, and replaced all but the most basic of schooling.
  
Gymnasts from the eastern block countries were notoriously immature in many ways, and ill equipped to meet the most basic demands of everyday life.  Most of them had no way to make their way in the world after they had completed their usefulness to the state as gymnasts.  The sad story was that they were often relegated to entertain in the nude in circuses and in after-hour cafes as bizarre contortionists and sexual deviants.
 
Girls who had attained international acclaim as gymnasts were often reduced within months of retirement to performing debased sex acts with animals in tents.  Their social skills were so underdeveloped they often fell victim to men who preyed upon their innocence to make sex slaves of them, coercing them into performing the vilest of sexual acts for their keep.  

It was even rumored that some of the most famous young gymnasts in the world were pitilessly killed on stage for the entertainment of audiences, so that they could claim they had seen the famous girl’s end.  These little ladies had found the same kind of home, and were going to make the ultimate sacrifice without having attained the peak recognition of their sport.

They were successful at the top level in gymnastics only if vanity and pride were displayed in every movement, in every gesture, and in every facial expression.  They were trained to exude confidence.  This little lady clearly had an attitude, the attitude that pulled young girls to the top of their sport, and which had now pulled her into the attention of her new masters.  

She had not yet learned what normally became of Romanian and other Eastern European gymnasts when the state no longer had use for them.  "We never do degenerate western things!" she stated, curling out her lower lip and planting her spread feet firmly.  Little did she know how much she was playing the role laid out for her.

"That's right," Raoul continued, "she has refused to do as instructed, and her friends have followed her example, which makes her the ideal subject for correction.  We are going to teach the others a lesson by showing them what happens to young ladies who disobey direct orders from their masters."  

"We not do gymnastics bare naked!"  The girl, who's response to her growing fear was to show open rebellion, stood facing Raoul, feet apart, her knees locked, her hands planted firmly on her hips.  

"It is amazing how a sport can become distorted." Raoul said.  "Can you imagine these young ladies wanting to perform in public with their most interesting features covered?  The female genitalia are most provocative with the stimulation of rigorous exercise, and gymnastics opens this tender fruit for full display like no other athletic activity."  


. . . . to be continued

Bertha ripped off Suzanne's tutu and removed her cuffs

That's remarkable dedication to her job, given that Bertha was butchered a few paragraphs earlier!

Thanks for another great story!

 
She was amazingly dedicated, the result of too much cut and paste in re-write.

Looks like I missed one.  I need a proof reader.

Regis

 
Raoul was on a roll.  He loved educating his audience.  “In its pure form, the ancient Greeks who founded this marvellous sport always had the athletes perform stark naked, their clean-shaved erect penises, free swinging testicles and open vaginas on full display for the enjoyment of the audience. 

How else is it possible to celebrate the human body and its abilities with true recognition?  The early Greeks, as we do, fully appreciated recognized that disguising the human form with clothing, and hiding its most interesting parts is obscene!"

"You not make us do gymnastics bare naked!"

Raoul ignored her.  "To show this young lady that we mean business, we have found among our collection of procured cunts an American university student, a young woman who excels at kick fighting!"
 
A buggy whip found the crease at the base of Suzanne's buttocks, and the by now well-educated captive demonstrated how well her training had equipped her as she promptly strode around the small stage, taking the longest steps she could manage in the heelless high arch shoes with the steel sole, depending on their straps to keep them on. 

She managed quite well, and looked incredibly provocative with her heavy steel rings bouncing from her pierced breasts and pubic mound.  Her tall size, full figure and extraordinarily provocative physical development as a sexual creature made a stark contrast to the sturdy but petite figure of the girl in her early teens.
 
"We did our homework," Raoul continued, "and discovered this marvellous college girl is a championship kick-fighter!" 

‘Kick-boxer, asshole!’ Suzanne thought to herself.  ‘These stupid South American pricks have no idea about the rest of the world, and the development of unique sports in America!’

"We managed to rescue her before an enormous explosion wiped out an entire beach!" Raoul continued, inventing to enhance what little he knew.  "Her home town newspaper carried a touching eulogy, which described how she had been virtually vaporized in the monstrous explosion, and included the information that she was a championship kick fighter! 

“We researched that sport, and discovered a well-trained kick fighter is capable of snapping her opponent's neck with a single kick!  In regular competition the girls always pull their punches, so to speak, but that will not be necessary here.  Unlike this pack of little ladies, she has learned that she must use her skills without question when we command it.  Let me show you how well she has learned to obey me!"

His whip lashed out between her legs and cleanly caught the tender dangling lips of Suzanne's cunt.  Vulva whipping was Raoul's specialty, and he knew how to hurt a woman there.  The shock of the blow ran right up through her gonads into her guts.  "Fight her!" he commanded.  Suzanne's cunt stung and her gut ached inside her.  ‘Can't they ask nicely?’ she thought. 

A second blow crossed her breasts, bouncing the firm mammaries severely.  Raoul was also a tit-whipping specialist.  In fact he had an intimate knowledge of how to hurt a woman anywhere.  It was imminently clear he was not going to allow her to avoid fighting this perky little East European cunt. 

‘What the hell,’ she thought, ‘I remember the first time I faced an experienced kick boxer who cheated.  She hurt me pretty good, but I survived it.  Even though she bruised me and made me scream, it was mostly my pride that was hurt, long term.  The hardest part will be fighting in these incredible shoes.’ 

At least she had worn the bizarre footwear long enough to have adjusted to the severe arching of her foot, and walking up on her toes, which pointed downward.  They might even make an effective pounding weapon.  At least this little cunt she was supposed to fight wasn't going to make her hurt.  Although she was in terrific shape, the young bitch was only a gymnast, not a fighter.

Suzanne squared off in the traditional pose of a boxer, and made several short preliminary jabs with her fists to get the girl to take a defensive posture.  The stupid naked gymnastics kid just stood her ground, her hands on her hips, her clean pubic mound protruding, giving her that same look of total disdain. 

This angered Suzanne, and let her know that she was going to have to do something unexpected to inspire the young girl to get involved.  A couple of painful blows would accomplish that.  Balancing on one leg, she lifted her right foot high and threatened with it, waving it in front of the girl's face.  The girl did not budge. 

Suzanne found it difficult to balance on the toes of her left foot, with growing stiffness in her supporting foot and leg.  She also realized this posture gave a striking view of her vulva and rectum to the audience, which would please her master.  Suddenly the whip caught her cunt again, and caused her to jab with her leg, strike out at the girl, much harder than she otherwise would have. 

The solid steel-lined toe of her shoe caught the girl in the mouth, crushing her lip, cracking her two front teeth and splitting the end of her nose.  Drops of the girl's blood flew with the impact, making the punishing kick look as severe as it was.  The spectators were both stunned and delighted at the stark violence of the brutal attack on the fourteen-year-old, the oldest of the young Romanian Gymnasts.

Suzanne used her extensive college fight training to her advantage.  Blood trickled from the young girl’s face wound, and the nude girl, her hips bent as she reacted to the sudden violence, unexpectedly shit out a fat turd from between her spread buttocks because of the startling violent power of the blow. 

The young Romanian girl screamed, and Suzanne quickly got in another shot, this time kicking one of the nude gymnast's round titties against the other.  The kid played her role well by doing what came naturally and screaming at the top of lungs at the vicious beating.  Suzanne felt disgust with herself as they used her attack on the youngster to gain control of the rest of the young gymnasts. 

This whole thing was dehumanizing to the beautiful young girls and to her.  The whip stung her cunt again.  The spectators wanted, demanded more.  Raoul was serious about this, and was going to make her really hurt this kid!  Suzanne tried to pull a punch to the smaller girl's belly, and Raoul's whip quickly found her cunt yet again. 

She hated being an instrument of their cruelty, but was herself entirely under their control.  This stunning blow to her cunt caught her off guard, and for an instant she lost her balance on the precarious shoes.  The young gymnast saw the opening, and grabbed at Suzanne's tit rings.  She swung herself up and planted a foot in the big cunt ring, using it to boost herself up.

The kid was good, and put her gymnastics training to good use.  The small fourteen-year-old got herself quickly into a standing position, supported entirely by Suzanne's genital rings, with one foot in the cunt ring and her hands grasping the tit rings.  It was incredible to see the naked girl mounting the nude woman as if she was no more than a gymnastics apparatus.
 
The aggressive child then startled everyone by grasping Suzanne's hair and bringing her feet up one at a time into the tit rings.  Then she stood up, so that the larger woman's big breasts supported her entire weight.  The six years difference in age made a big difference in their physical development. 

At twenty, Suzanne had the fully developed sexually stimulating body of a woman, the sweet face of a teenager, and at one hundred twenty pounds was light, but much heavier than the sixty-pound naked girl riding her.  The child who was mature for her tender years, but small in stature.
 
The small athletic girl worked the large breast-rings with her feet, jerking them back and forward as she worked to keep her balance, and in the process gave Suzanne a substantial dose of painful torture to her large pierced mammaries.  The audience loved to see the naked young girl, who was intended to be the victim of a monstrous beating, giving a full-grown woman such distress. 

None had guessed that such a small girl could get the advantage, even momentarily, of a trained championship kick boxer.  But that was exactly what they were witnessing.  A good cunt fight was a cunt fight, no matter which one dominated.  These kiddie sex fans wanted to see a bitch take a terrible beating, and which took the crap from the other was of little consequence.

The girl jumped up and down in the strange stirrups, tugging the rings pierced deep into the titmeat of the big breasted woman severely, and producing the kind of screams of pain they not only expected but required of the female entertainers.  Excessive screams, driven by excessive pain.  The surprise was it was the young woman, not the girl, who was now screaming. 

They did not particularly care which of the cunts took abuse, as long as women were being hurt, the more so the better.  Fights in this club were always continued until a kill had been scored.  They now wondered if the young girl was capable of killing the larger college bitch.  The combatants would not be allowed to back off until the outcome was decisive, and the kill complete.

Suzanne grabbed blindly upward in desperation, and in desperation managed to get her hands around the throat of the young girl.  She was surprised at how well she could feel the smaller girl's larynx.  The girl spread her legs and jerked the rings wide apart, hurting Suzanne's breasts terribly.  In desperate panic Suzanne suddenly squeezed on the rapidly contracting gullet, driving her thumbs deep into the slender neck, hurting the young girl's throat.

She kept it up, squeezing the tough swallowing tube closed to cut off her small but capable opponent's air.  The girl kicked her legs, jerking painfully at the big breasts with their rings being used as stirrups.  The kid spread her legs wide, with more power than appeared possible, and with that action pulled Suzanne's big tits far too wide apart, causing the human mount to scream in agony. 

Then she slammed her well-developed legs together, bruising Suzanne's ears with her knees.  Suzanne responded with matching violence.  She used her death grip on the young girl's neck to pull the child's groin and cunt toward her face.  When she could reach it, she dug her teeth into the hairless human oyster. 

She could not believe how sweet and tender the naked sex organ of a young girl tasted.  She thrust with her tongue, parting the lips of the teen’s private groin-mouth, spreading them wide as she drove her strong tongue deep into the tender depths of the struggling girl's gripping cuntlet.  She was not surprised to find she was able to gain full entry:  the teen Romanian girl was no virgin. 

The clearly experienced vagina muscle gripped her tongue, squeezing with remarkable strength as the invading mouth organ probed her inner depths like the probing penis of a large hound.  Suzanne felt the girl bucking, struggling to break free of the strangle hold to both her throat and sex organ. 

Anticipating the reaction, she dug her teeth into the hairless sex meat of the girl as she filled the young womb with her tongue, and increased the pressure of her thumbs on the throat until she could feel her thumbs pressing against each other through the small girl's gullet.  She squeezed with all her might, despite the pain the young gymnast's kicking in the rings brought to her breasts. 

This was a battle that had only one satisfactory conclusion.  It was do or die, and Suzanne had no intention of being beaten by a mere child.  What she was not prepared for was the combative girl's involuntary response to the oral violence to her little cunnie and the incredible stranglehold on her throat. 

The little east-European bitch began pissing directly into the offending mouth of her larger and older foe, giving the audience an unexpected treat.  Her urine sprayed out around the biting teeth, giving the audience a full view of the startling outrage the insolent child was committing on the woman, six years her senior. 

Suzanne was so startled at the young girl pissing into her mouth that she almost let go her grip with her teeth on the tasty genital meat, but instead she clamped her teeth with more resolve than ever.   With a rapid swallowing action, she quickly swallowed the tangy urine to avoid inhaling it into her lungs. 

She also tightened her grip on the girl's gullet, and the result was one every executioner would expect, but for Suzanne it was an added surprise.  The child lost bowel control.  Her anus opened, and a fat turd, the second to be produced by the girl during the brief but violent fight, extended out of her rear portal. 

Suzanne was leaning back to support the weight of the girl in front of her as she maintained the grip with her teeth on the hairless sex organ.  The moist stool made contact with her neck, then slid down between her large breasts and then slowly slithered down across her sloped tummy, leaving a slick brown streak in its wake.
 
By the time the tepid turd reached her pubic mound a second was on its way, following a course slightly to the right of the first.  Both of the fresh feces caught in the large cunt-ring, and formed a large "V" that caught the third firm brown stool to emerge and slide down the well-lubricated path. 

Suzanne did not recognize the girl was in her death-throes, and she tightened her strangle hold on the slender neck.  The smaller girl bucked as much as possible with both her neck and cunt locked in vicelike grips, and she emptied her entire digestive track with a long string of thinner, partially processed shit that slewed out of her little rectum, moist and light enough that it stuck to Suzanne's chest and belly.
 
The young girl arched her back, her legs and body strained and quivered, then she totally relaxed.  She was dead.  The spectators cheered.  Suzanne's head spun as she realized she had actually murdered the naked young Romanian gymnast for the amusement of the jaded audience, and as an obedience lesson to her team-mates.  She felt totally dehumanized.  It was filthy work, but somebody had to do it.


*


Raoul once more began to apply his whip to the naked flesh of Suzanne, letting her feel the full power of each stunning blow.  The shock of the violent blows caused her to scream, forcing her to retract her tongue from the firm grip of the dead girl's cunt and release the grip of her teeth on the hairless pubic mound. 

She also released her hand-hold on the dead girl's throat.  Although with death the grip of the young gymnast's cunt increased on her tongue, her mouth organ slipped out of the girl's little fuck shaft and the naked body, still jerking in contorting spasms, dropped to the floor of the elevated stage.
 
Suzanne stood back, trembling with shock at the terrible thing she had just done.  It had been forced on her, but she could not believe she had actually murdered the beautiful young girl, a total stranger, just for the momentary amusement of the people she involuntarily served.  She fully realized now they had wanted the child killed from the outset.

She was beginning to grasp that death was the only satisfactory ending for an event in this terrible place, even when it involved innocent young girls.  They had made her kill the child, and she could do nothing about it.  She had been reduced by them to acting like a wild animal, with no moral resolve or strength of character left in her. 

Now she was not just a cunt; she had been transformed into a willing killer-cunt, a cunt-killer.  The naked body of the dead girl lay where it had fallen as an obscene symbol of Suzanne's transformation; legs spread, the hairless cunt gaping, red and tooth-marked from her bite and wet with her saliva.

The dead girl’s face and lips were now swollen and strangely blue from the slow strangulation.  Suzanne had taken the life of the skilled young gymnast because she had been required to do so by her merciless masters.  She stood with the girl's shit streaking her front, and she felt totally dehumanized. 


. . . . to be continued

 
Suzanne also felt little responsibility for the heinous act.  She had not chosen to kill the girl, but had been coerced into it.  Still she felt guilt.  The shock was more than her system could take:  she lost bladder control, knees spread, and pissed on the floor where she stood, traumatized with horror at the rampant debauchery. 

What numbed her was that she knew there was much worse to follow, and no hope things might ever improve.  Raoul's skilfully wielded whip once more found her cunt with a blow so hard that her big ringed breasts bounced, and she leaped to obey his command and moved to the side of the room, out of the way. 

Two of the Indian men with their testicles pierced with rings moved two of the four inch by sixteen foot gymnastic beams out into the middle of the floor, and arranged them to stand side by side, twenty feet apart.  Eight guests were selected and positioned, two on either side of each beam, armed with their buggy whips. 

When they were ready, four nude eleven year old gymnasts were told to mount the beams, two on each, and assume a position with their legs in the air and spread.  There were enough whips that two would be used on each participating gymnast, and the object of the sport was to whip them until they fell from the beam. 

As an incentive to the pretty young girls to do their best, they were told by the only man who spoke Romanian that the last to fall would be spared moving on to another contest, and shocked them when he said that the two ultimate losers would be impaled and roasted as the main course for a special banquet. 

That was incentive enough.  Having seen their oldest member brutally killed by the cunt-chewing woman with the bizarre rings and shoes, they believed these people would do anything.  The four naked girls balanced on their flat chests, spreading their slender but well-muscled legs and arms as they had been told to do.  This posture, attainable only by highly trained gymnasts, perfectly presented their well sculptured bodies and their dainty genitalia to the whips.

Raoul fired a starter's pistol and the ling horsewhips sailed forward, aimed at the tender flesh of the nude young girls performing on the beams.  The people watching, all of them true fans of the violent abuse of naked little ladies, cheered on the young contestants, urging the nude children to hang on, while also exhorting those with the whips to strike out at the screaming terrified nude children with all their strength. 

Pliant leather lashing mercilessly at tender human meat was a turn-on to them, and what they were seeing was turning them on big time.  They cheered the little ladies on because they wanted to see the violent show extended as long as possible, and to see the horror the young nudes were experiencing extended.  The objective was to maximize the brutality the talented little girls had to endure.
 
Suzanne was surprised to find that she was being turned on by the whipping of these young athletes.  She had seen so many horrors since her arrival in the bordello that she was becoming immune to the horror of the  violence, and capable of becoming sexually aroused at the sight of the strained nude forms of the kids.

The struggling young nude Romanian gymnasts were holding their inverted positions in precarious balance, and were clearly in severe distress.  She wondered what she would do if she had one of those whips, and she flushed as she realized she would use it on any of those cocky young girls.

That was it!  Suddenly Suzanne realized what triggered enjoyment for these people in the destructive abuse of naked females.  It was seeing the holier-than-thou look on the pretty faces of these little athletic performers, who did their sport nearly nude in front of crowds of admirers.  They maintained their aloof look of superiority even though the audience knew they were quivering with fright inside. 

That was the attraction!  It was the suffering of the superior little cunts that made the sport work!  That was what people came to this club to witness, it was to provide a sense of power of females as punishment for their haughtiness!  Her own attitude of gratification at seeing these aloof little ladies being whipped and humiliated was no different from the rest of the audience. 

Was this a basic instinct, or an acquired taste?  Whatever the case, Suzanne knew she had acquired it, judging from the heat in her loins and the knot of excitement in her chest.  Her cunt openly dripped, itching with sexual arousal as she watched the whips lashing at the dainty cuntlets of the naked young girls balanced on the beam.

In reaction they were screaming at the top of their lungs, but daring not move in case they should fall.  They had seen what that terrible woman with the rings through her boobs and pussy had done to the oldest girl, and they believed the threat that the losers would roast and be eaten by the guests. 

The girls were, after all, from Romania, where such horrors were not unheard of for beautiful and talented children such as themselves.  At last one of the girls slipped as her body bucked under the landing of all three whips simultaneously, and she crashed to the floor.  Suzanne expected those with the whips to assail the fallen girl, but they kept their attention on the three girls still astride the beams. 

The two guests who had been successful in dislodging their petite human target now assisted the others in their efforts, and the added blows they delivered quickly caused a second girl to fall.  Now there were two of the nude girls on the floor, sprawled in exhaustion, their arms and legs spread, their pretty genitalia on display. 

One of the nude girls was on her back, with one knee raised, the other lay on her chest with her buttocks elevated, and both were covered with angry white welts, some of them bleeding.  The two young gymnasts still performing up on the beams were no better off than those who had fallen. 

Now there were four whips attacking each of them, and although they tried desperately to remain in position, the winner fell only a second behind the third to crash to the floor.  The people with the whips reluctantly put them aside, as their role was complete.  They had done well, marking the girls with rigid welts that stood high on their tender meat. 

Now it was time for others to take their turn.  Suzanne watched the Indians take the first girl to fall, out of the room, probably for some preparation.  She shivered as she thought of what was in store for the beautiful young Romanian gymnast girl who had moved one step closer to becoming barbecued meat. 

The other three were collared, and chained together by the neck.  The naked male Indians quickly set up the uneven bars, securing them to a broad framework base.  A springboard was set on the floor more than ten feet away from it.  Heavy rubber matting was laid on the floor under and all around the device. 

This was not ordinary rubber matting, because it was loaded with spikes that stood up four inches from its surface, serving as an effective deterrent to any of the girls who might want to get off the apparatus.  Three fresh young nude Romanian gymnasts were forced with whips to take a run at the springboard to launch themselves to the high bar. 

The sight of the pads frightened the twelve-year-old girls, but they were all successful in getting mounted.  One was told to move to the low bar, and with encouragement from Raoul's whip, she did as she was told.  She was a small girl, but had to maintain a difficult position with her slender well-toned legs raised high to avoid contact with the monstrous spikes. 

The first set of whip-wielding participants were exhausted from their efforts at lashing the nude figures of the petite nudes.  Eight more spectators were given the whips to use on these three fresh human targets.  The nude girls were commanded to begin a freestyle routine, using both bars, and to continue until told they may stop. 

They were assured they would not be too severely whipped unless they stopped moving, or failed to change bars at least every ten seconds.  To make the point, Raoul picked up a new, incredibly vicious whip lined with tacks.  He showed it to the girls, and let them know he would love to use it.

As a further incentive, he promised them that if they did as they were told, only the standard whips held by guests would be used on them as they performed.  This was enough to convince them.  They had seen the whipping of the four girls on the beam, and knew that this whip with the tacks could do far more serious damage to their naked flesh. 

Raoul cracked his new whip and they all started their impromptu routines.  The three little ladies were spectacular.  Their swinging movements with spread legs made them interesting moving targets, and the overcrowding on the device designed for a single contestant made it even more interesting, as they frequently crashed into each other. 

The whips lashed mercilessly at the naked young ladies flying forms, and their movements reflected the sting of the whips as they would buck in mid-swing from a telling blow.  One of the naked Romanian girls paused when she thought a collision was imminent, and in a split second, Raoul's barbed whip slashed viciously across her bare buttocks. 

The guests were startled to see the resulting rip in her flesh.  The blow forced her hips forward, which luckily for her got her moving again.  Another girl moved at that instant and crashed into her, then swung by one arm, precariously poised above the spiked rubber carpet.  Raoul saw the opportunity and brought his long murderous whip into action. 

The tack-laden tightly twisted leather snake whistled through the air, and made a smacking contact with the exposed meat of the nude young gymnast.  It caught her across her tightly stretched tummy, puncturing her flesh, then Raoul jerked it away, leaving a pattern of small rips in her tender tummy-meat from the jagged points of the sharp tacks embedded in the whip.

The beautiful child gasped in astonishment at the brutal treatment she was receiving, and threw her legs up.  Her knees were apart, revealing the perfect slot of her cunt along the ridge of her pubic mound, in front of the tight starfish of her rectum.  Neither exposed organ was yet capable of growing a hair, and their nakedness was accentuated by her desperate plight. 

The whip lashed up between her spread legs, and mercilessly sliced at her tender sex meat.  She screamed hysterically and grabbed the overhead bar with her free hand, but lost the grip of the other hand.  In a flash the whip struck again, this time catching her across the small of her back. 

She reflexively arched her back with the painful ripping contact.  Her knee innocently swung up into the belly of another girl, knocking the wind out of her.  The other girl screamed obscenities at her in Romanian.  It was clear to the audience she thought the knee was driven into her belly intentionally.

In retaliation she drove her knee viciously into the precariously swinging girl's groin, smashing it with brutal force against her exposed cunt and rectum.  The hammer blow to her organ was too much for the first gymnast, and the naked young girl fell from the bars and landed on her back on the vicious bed of sharp steel spikes.

She landed on them with such force that they penetrated deep into her meat.   The three-inch spikes had nailed her good, and when she was pulled off the spiked mat her back was a bleeding mess.  Her blood trickled from deep puncture wounds all over her back, buttocks, legs and arms. 

Fortunately, her skull was thick enough to block penetration to her brain, and the two spikes that entered the back of her neck were well off center, missing her spine, so she was alert, mobile, and still of sexual interest to the crowd of eager spectators.  She was led away to join the loser of the balance beam competition. 

The child was sobbing as she was led away, knowing that much more was in store for her, including the possibility of death.  She was a beautiful sight, totally subdued, and the guests watched with pleasure her graceful yet powerful legs and buttocks move as she walked away from them. 

They could already imagine the impaling shaft making its way up between those legs and into her little quim or up through her tight anus.  Both images were equally pleasing.  Meanwhile, the eight spectators armed with whips still had the two remaining on the bars to use as targets, and they did. 

The two lovely young ladies had lost all semblance of form as they swung on the bars, bumping into and bruising each other as they tried desperately to keep in action under the violence of the flailing whips, but fearing more the barbed whip in Raoul's hand.  The eight members of the audience honored with possession of the whips were gaining experience quickly.

Two of the women appeared to be expert as they learned to snap the tips of their whips as they came into contact with the naked little cunts of the girls.  With each pop of leather against nude cuntlet there was a bolt of pain that flashed up through the torsos of the girls, and brought delightfully sharp screams that filled the gymnasium. 

The results of these efficient blows were so attractive that soon all eight guests were snapping their whips like professionals.  When they got the hang of it they all concentrated on whipping the swelling female genitals.  Their sport was becoming much more interesting, and the suffering of the two nude young girls swinging on the uneven bars quickly multiplied. 

When one of the young Romanians attempted to close her knees to protect her battered sex organ, Raoul quickly brought his barbed whip across the soles of her feet.  Then he ripped fresh groves across her ass with a second blow.  Screaming hysterically, she quickly got her legs apart again to provide the guests access to their most favored target.

In just a few moments the two little cuntlets and rectums took over a hundred snapping blows, and had swollen out grotesquely.  Unable to resist the temptation, Raoul had something quite unusual planned.  He lifted the girls down off the bars and placed them on their hands and knees, facing away from each other. 

He took a long strand of thin wire and tied one end around the swelled-out sphincter of one of the young ladies, pulling it so tight that the anus turned purple and bulged out like a fig.  He tied the other end of the thin wire to the other girl's swollen rectum, pulling the knot extremely tight, so that it produced similar results. 

The girls were in opposition, five feet apart and connected by their painfully trapped rectums.  Raoul had set up an exciting new competition for them.  He signalled the guests with their whips to begin laying their weapons on the unprotected hides of the two young girls, and they did so, with gusto. 

The girls jerked forward as the brutal whips viciously slashed their nakedness, and the wire bit into their captured bulging rectums.  They screamed, but the whips kept them jerking forward, and they strained forward so hard under the merciless assault that they actually began to pull out their own colons.

It was an incredible sight, watching the two innocent little gymnasts, both stark naked, being whipped like beasts of burden, tugging as if they intended to jerk their own assholes out.  The men not armed with whips had pulled out their penises, and were masturbating wildly as the straining children were beaten.

The wire loops tied around their protruding anus rings continued to cut into their rectal meat, but the small girls had done all the damage they could do while crawling on the floor.  Raoul stepped in, having in mind the solution to the bizarre puzzle of his own design.  He picked the girls up, one under each arm, and returned to the parallel bars apparatus. 

With incredible strength, he lifted one girl over the high bar with one hand, then released the other and stood back.  Now they hung and squealing like a pair of little piglets, the wire joining them suspended over the bar, their entire weight supported by their tied-off assholes.  This frail support appeared to be insufficient.  How long it would last was the object of the bizarre new game.

 
. . . . to be continued

 
The nude Romanian girls hung face to face, swinging by their wired anuses.  Each move either made brought excruciating pain to the other.  It was not unreasonable for each to soon hold the other responsible for her rectal agony, and that was exactly what happened.  In minutes the pretty little vixens were viciously fighting each other; punching, scratching and gouging as they swung upside down, and the sudden movement they generated increased their agony.

Suzanne stood back in the corner, leaning against the wall, shamelessly masturbating at the uninhibited sexual violence taking place before her.  Her face was flushed with excitement.  She could not believe she was taking pleasure in the violent sexual abuse of these innocent young girls.  She screamed encouragement as they scratched each other's belly, back and face. 

This proved to be much more exciting than anything she had ever experienced before.  The naked girls, squealing like a pair of stuck pigs, were now embraced, their legs entwined as they gouged and scraped bleeding furrows with their sharp nails in each other's back, sides and buttocks. 

The presentation of cruel force had persuaded the captive young girls that combat was their only choice, and the highly competitive twelve-year-old gymnasts were hard at it, as if they were professional sex show fighters.  Their efforts brought about increased activity from the whips, and the little darlings were encouraged to greater effort. 

The result of the violent activity was the tight ball of their rectums were pulled out from between their buttocks nearly four inches, but the tough girl-hide held in the grip of the fine wire.  Seeing that the twenty-year-old slave girl, daughter of a wealthy American industrialist, had reached the level of debauchment he had wished for her, Raoul brought Suzanne forward and put her to work. 

Standing carefully between the spikes on the rubber carpet, he took one girl by the waist and lifted her into the air as Suzanne lifted the other.  They held the naked girls up only a few inches, and then they dropped them.  This grotesquely cruel treatment had an immediate and evident effect. 

The wire jerked on the tortured bulging anus rings, stretching them out an extra inch from their seating, but still the screaming girls' tortured rectums held.  The pretty little ladies were in shock at the sexual brutality they were experiencing.  When they hit the end of the wire, the impact was like a shot, jarring their internal organs with the incredibly heinous jerk at their bound rectums. 

Raoul and Suzanne lifted the girls a second time, this time nearly a foot.  Suzanne felt the warm torso of the slender young gymnast tighten with stressful anticipation as she lifted her.  The small girl's hairless little cunnie was right in front of her face, and she watched the perfectly formed little pink lips quiver as they opened gently.

This was a warning of what was to come, as the childish female organ spread and began to tinkle, releasing a small vertical fountain that splashed back onto her pubic mound, then trickled down across her tummy and chest, and down across her face as she hung suspended, supported by Suzanne's grip on her waist. 

Raoul signalled Suzanne, and together they dropped the girls again.  Once more the captive sphincters were stretched past the limit, bringing screams of agony from the two tortured Romanian gymnasts, and echoing screams of horror from the other naked girls clustered against the far wall, watching as they awaited their turn. 

Again, somehow the resilient rectal muscles of the two victims held.  The next time the two were lifted as high as Suzanne could reach, so that they had to drop nearly two feet before hitting the end of the wire, stretched over the high bar.  Although the girl was no more than sixty pounds, it was all Suzanne could do to keep her elevated high over her head. 

Her arms were shaking from the strain, and the struggling of the terrified young suspended nude made it even more difficult to keep control.  Suddenly Raoul gave her the drop signal.  She stepped back as she let the rope holding the girl slip out of her grasp.  That extra drop proved to be too much for the tortured rectums. 

They both ripped free, and the girls fell to the carpet, their colons and large intestines slewing out through the torn holes between their buttocks, attached to their torn-off little assholes, still captive by the wire.  Both girls hit the upright spikes on the carpet with their heads back, their arms spread and their mouths open in horrific screams. 

The incredibly harsh punishment was not enough to kill them, but had equipped them both with pink gleaming six foot tails of their own intestines, which could be lengthened with a tug.  The wire was cut, then they were pulled to their feet and lead away to lie under the healing lights. 

As incredible as it seemed, these anally-gutted little girls would be required to perform yet again in this brothel of sexual horrors.  Now they held special interest, because they had been given the remarkable tails, quite unlike the real tail of the Indian pig-woman, but made of their own inner flesh.

The spiked mat was moved and the uneven bars pulled aside.  Suzanne was made to stand on a box beneath it, which placed her beneath the upper bar, which was just below her shoulder height.  Her big tit-rings were twisted so that they were now vertical, and the upper bar on that apparatus was removed, pushed through them, then re-attached to the apparatus, so that she was now attached to it, which would keep her out of the way. 

The rough tape and caked resin on the bar scraped painfully against her nipples as the bar was run through her rings, but she knew better than to cry out.  She was fastened to the gymnastics apparatus by her twisted breasts, in a position that forced her to stand fully erect on her tiptoes, her breasts stretched upward. 

As uncomfortable as she was, her position gave her an excellent view of the sexually violent proceedings with the young captive girls.  This group of sadistic paedophiles, fans of extreme sexually violent child abuse, proved to be truly degenerate.  Eight of the little darlings were lined up along the far end of the large room, and were forced to do a hand stand, their legs spread wide. 

Eight guests lined up behind them, armed with whips.  The athletic young girls were required to race to the far end of the room, each pursued by a guest wielding a whip, who lashed furiously at her exposed little cuntlet.  The race was desperate, and the flailing whips ruthlessly brutal. 

The highly trained gymnasts found it exceedingly difficult to hold a hand stand, let alone run on their hands, while the whips viciously lashed between their legs at their naked genitals.  The large gym was filled with their screams as they struggled to run with the flailing whips biting at their pouting pussies. 

Only two of the frantically screaming Romanian girls reached the far end without falling.  The other six were sadistically whipped where they fell, with the two who's charges had completed the race coming back to help out with the whipping of the others.  The eight guests lucky enough to have a whip were sweating from the exertion as they smacked the bare flesh of the fallen girls. 

At last Raoul signalled the end of the contest, and the six hysterically screaming losers were carried and dragged out of the gym, to move forward into the next round.  This had been an outrageous abuse of the little darlings, but was nothing compared to what the faced in their next round of entertaining the guests.


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Six of the remaining girls, all of them eleven and twelve year old athletes with fair hair, were splashed in a light vegetable oil that made their naked bodies glisten.  They were told to wrestle each other in the middle of the room.  This was not to be a normal wrestling match, because there were new requirements of them.

The guests who had come to witness the sexual abuse of these succulent minors laughed with glee when Raoul told the nude girls through the interpreter that the objective of the fight was to bite each other, forcing their opponents to bleed.  The girls blanched at the news, but were even more shocked at the rest of it. 

They would taste the lash of the whip whenever they were not biting an opponent, and no girl would be allowed to leave the fight until she had bitten off another girl's nipple.  The girls were absolutely stunned at the news, but at that point Suzanne was pointed out to them, with her terrifying steel toed high heeled booties. 

They were promised that any girl who did not succeed would be kicked to death by the big naked bitch with the rings through her genitals, mercilessly killed by her as their friend had been.  The glistening children took one look at Suzanne and were convinced.  They had seen how skilled the grown-up slave woman was with those weird shoes, kicking the life out of the senior girl in their group. 

None of them wanted to be subjected to such a fierce, terminal attack by that big woman.  She looked old enough to be a university student.  Everybody knew that you couldn't trust a university student, or know what she would do next.  It was also common knowledge that university students were so determined that they would do what they were going to do, no matter what.

The whips slashed at the oiled flesh of the nude girls, and the six leaped onto the big floor mat, and braced themselves to wrestle.  None of them was trained in fighting, but they had all seen the Greco-Roman style sport, in which young men would stand within a circle painted on a large mat.

The men would be required to grasp each other's shoulders, their heads together, and attempt to throw each other out of the ring.  At least that was what they thought was the object, but they were not that interested in a stupid boys' sport, and knew little about it, and cared less.

Angry welts raised across the asses of the nude girls, and they began to wrestle in a desperate attempt to avoid more contact from the stinging leather.  They forgot to bite, and the whips found them again, this time slashing up between their legs, finding the delicate inner lips of their immature genitals. 

The customers who had come to the gym to see this show of severe sexual abuse of the young Romanian gymnasts were more interested in the hairless slit pubic mounds of young girls, with the rim of tender lips teasingly parting them, than they were in the full bloomed cunts of mature women. 

The action of the whips enhanced their visual enjoyment, smashing into or across the puckered vulvas, flattening them, then causing them to redden and swell, forcing the inner lips to peak out further, and to begin to part.  Cunts were the favorite targets of the whips, and what the people most wanted to see being injured.

Experienced cunt whippers were able to produce the desired results on the young ladies' little organs, while forcing the weeping little girls, screaming with each stinging blow to their vaginas, to perform as they would never do otherwise.  The trick was in alternating slapping blows, in which the end of the whip was laid hard across the target flesh.

The whip ends landed with snapping blows, in which the end of the whip was cracked within an inch of the girl's bare little pussy, so that the flat end would hit the delicate cuntmeat with the force of a gunshot.  The whip slap set them up, then the explosive whip snap was as if they had been gut-shot, but with the focus of the pain directly between their legs.

The resulting pain would shoot up through the torso of the nude who was hit, jerking her whole body in a reflexive reaction.  It was more beautiful than the most erotic dance, and was very exciting to watch.  This brutal attack on their genitals also spurred the girls on to action, as it was more terrifying and unbearable to them than anything they were asked to do.

Their oil-slicked bodies made the girls struggle to hold on to each other, and it also made their teeth slip as they tried to bite into each other.  Soon the large padded floor mat was stained with oil, making it very slippery.  As the three pair of girls fought, soon drops of blood also stained the mat. 

The girls used their fists to the head of their opponents to ward off bites, and they also punched bellies and ribs, doubling their opponent over in pain, and as they learned to do it more effectively, adding the sound of ribs cracking to the screaming of the contestants and shouts of encouragement from the spectators.

The girls were merciless with their biting, digging their teeth into each others' shoulders, sides, buttocks and cunnies, while punching and kneeing each other in self-defence.  It was a remarkable demonstration of how quickly sweet little girls could be transformed into hate-filled cunt fighters. 

Their efficiently gnashing teeth regularly broke through the skin of opponents, and soon streaks of blood joined the oil and sweat that covered the struggling naked little girls.  They suffered stinging blows from the whips to their swollen little cunts whenever their teeth were insufficiently active. 

They all successfully defended their tiny nipples for nearly ten minutes, until at last one girl who lost her balance and fell onto her back had one little pre-titty button bitten off.  Her opponent had fallen quickly on top of her, her ass raised in the air presenting her badly swollen and now gaping little cunt to the audience as she attacked a tiny pink bud on the chest of her eleven-year-old opponent. 

The girl who had lost the nipple sat up, her large brown doe eyes open wide in shock.  She looked down at the small torn wound on her flat chest were her nipple had been, and then she screamed.  Her reaction was so striking that even the other fighters spun their heads to see what had happened. 

That provided the small opening necessary for the violent sport to be completed.  Two other girls quickly took advantage of the brief distraction the first loser had produced for their opponents, and dug their teeth in around a nipple of the girl she had been fighting.  They jerked their heads back, pulled with all their might, and one by one they jerked off the hard little flesh-buds locked between their teeth.

Now that there were clear winners, the struggle came to an end, and the three who had successfully bitten off a nipple from their opponent were taken to join the winners of the earlier contests, while the three losers, marked with a missing nipple, were moved to the room where those others who had lost in competition were prepared for the next level. 

Although the final contest for these captive young gymnasts would have only losers as participants, those forced to compete again would likely put up a much more rigorous battle, knowing that the final losers were to be impaled and roasted.  Even naked little girls do not want to be used as meat, although in fact, like adult females, that is their only true value.

Suzanne's legs were cramping as she stood as high on her toes as the incredible shoes permanently glued onto her feet would allow, and her back was also starting to feel the strain as she attempted to keep her weight off her breasts, bound by their rings to the upper bar of the uneven bars. 

The twist of the rings to align with the bar put extra strain on her elevated mammaries, and they burned along the base from the unnatural stress.  The large studded plug inside her hurt incredibly as she stretched upward, and the action forced the device further into her, until the mouth of her cunt closed over it, keeping it pressing incredibly hard against her uterus. 

She was in great physical discomfort, exactly as Raoul wanted her.  Her distress was evident to anyone seeing her, an appropriate condition for a slave girl, but the customers were much more interested at them moment in observing the events with the naked little girls as they were being abused in the progressive contests.
 
 
. . . . to be continued

 
Half of the remaining young girls were taken to the beam, where they were brutally whipped as they each went through the difficult exercises on the narrow device.  Two girls at a time mounted the beam, and they postured and flipped as the whips flailed mercilessly at their displayed nakedness. 

Their hairless little cuntlets were the favorite targets of the guest-handled whips, as most of the girls in the violent contest were too young to have developed their titties, and those with some early mammary development also experienced the pain that tittie whipping can bring. 

When those who failed to complete their routine while being whipped on the beam were sorted out, the girls who had yet to take part in the violent games were lined up one behind the other at one end of the gym, and the spectators lined up in two rows, twenty feet apart, facing each other. 

They were all given whips, and at the far end of the row between the spectators, a springboard was set up, and beyond it the vault.  Raoul positioned himself beyond the vault, ready to receive the naked young ladies who were able to survive the gauntlet of whips and to spring onto the vault.
 
One by one the delicious little Romanian cuntlets were forced to run the gauntlet of whips to the vault.  Awaiting them on the other side as they flew over it was Raoul, waiting lash at them with his deadly accurate whip.  Those who were able to make it through the gauntlet and spring and flip over the vault felt the explosive crack of his whip on their little cunts as they spun through the air. 

It was an inspired event, as all of the spectators got to play, and they lashed with a vengeance at the pretty little Romanian athletes, shouting insults the girls could not understand, flailing the flesh of the pre-pubescent nudes as they literally ran for their lives down the murderous gauntlet toward the springboard.

The third girl to run the gauntlet fell, and as she lay writhing on the mat the whips assailed her, causing her to cower rather than get up and continue her run to apparent safety.  She lay on her back with her knees pulled up to her chest, grasping them with her arms as if this would protect her from the slashing leather whips. 

One of the women in the audience slammed her whip into the spread crack of the young girl's buttocks and snapped the tip painfully against the tiny anus, forcing the child to spread her legs.  Three more whips found her exposed cuntlet before she rolled over onto her tummy and closed her legs. 

Her back and buttocks took the heat for a while, and her dancing and wriggling in agony caused her from time to time to again involuntarily open her legs, allowing another stinging blow to her brutally battered anus and cuntlet.  There was no escape, and no mercy from the people causing the girls such distress.

At last Raoul had one of the assistants drag her away, screaming hysterically, and he signalled the next girl to run between the rows of whip-armed spectators.  This girl, the tallest of the youngsters, was so traumatized by the inhuman whipping of the girl who had preceded her that she also stumbled, and went through the same incredible abuse.
 
When Raoul at last allowed the pretty girl to be dragged away, she was screaming hysterically.  She would not stop, and it was clear that her mind had snapped.  She was of no value to the brothel in this condition, so he had her brought and laid on her back face up along the length of the vault. 

While an assistant held her in place, Raoul drew his long gutting knife.  He waited for the excited spectators to gather around, then he plunged the blade into the stretched girl's lower belly, just above the pelvic bone and pubic mound.  The spectators cheered the belly-stabbing of the screaming twelve-year-old girl. 

They were getting to witness an additional snuff, at no extra charge.  This one was a training snuff, to get the other girls to cooperate in the carnal insanity that was to follow.  Raoul gripped the blade in his large fist and slowly pulled it toward her navel, slanting it so that it would properly slice the tight muscle of the slender young female athlete.

The sharp blade performed admirably.  It ripped evenly through the yielding bitch bacon, through her navel, and on up to her sternum.  The blade was remarkably sharp, and Raoul much stronger than the guests would have imagined.  He demonstrated this by continuing the cut right up across the young girl's rib cage to the union of her collar bones at the base of her throat. 

The audience was silent with amazement.  He wiped the bloodied blade off on her cheeks, then tucked it back in its sheath on his belt.  Next he amazed the audience further when he slid his big hands into the opening he had created through the young athlete's abdominal muscles. 

Spreading his elbows, he pulled her sliced flesh apart, revealing the tightly packed pale intestines in her compact belly.  Then he moved his hands upward and with the force of an automobile jack he pulled open her rib cage, cracking and splitting ribs and muscle until her lungs and pounding heart became visible.

With the skill of a butcher, he began pulling the tight tangle of guts out of her tummy.  The insanely screaming young cunt raised her head, and her eyes bulged as she saw herself being eviscerated like a pig for the entertainment of these bizarre people in this incredibly hellish foreign country.  They were crazy.  They were without souls.  They were butchering her like a piece of meat, the way her uncle had butchered his pigs.

She watched, astounded that women could watch men doing such horrible things to her.  She felt her pulse pounding in her brain as the big Latin man with no shirt on reached into her chest and lifted her pounding heart out of her, stretching the thick arteries connected to it.  She felt one last incredible pain as he dug his teeth into it, eating the living muscle, and her heart was broken. 

One of the young female clients of the club moved between the girl's lean legs and, bending over her, dug her teeth into the gutted youngster's vagina.  She thrust her tongue into the child's fuck slot and encountered the hymen, ensuring that the girl's organ had never been violated. 

She dug her teeth deep into the tender meat of the naked pubic mound and cunt it hosted, and with passionate determination, bit it off.  She had achieved her greatest dream, to eat the raw cunt of a young virgin.  She pissed in her panties with ecstasy, the child's blood dripping from her chin.

The gutted carcass of the tall pretty girl was cast aside, the long whip gauntlet reformed, and the remainder of the naked young girls reluctantly did their thing, experiencing the lashing whips as they ran the length of the gym, hit the springboard hard, spun through the air and bounced their hands off the vault.

As they flipped high in the air, they felt the explosive sting of Raoul's whip smashing against their little cuntlet as they flipped to a landing.  Most of the young gymnasts failed to make a perfect landing, greatly distracted by the explosive pain to their naked little cuntlets Raoul's whip brought them.

To most of these innocent athletes, their vagina was nothing more than a little slit to be wiped when they pee'd, a distraction their mothers had taught them to cover when boys were around.  Now it had become the focus of their misery, and the locus of their pain.  They knew that their daddies liked to kiss it, and that uncles liked to reach into their panties to tickle it. 

Now they saw that it was to their advantage to display it, but the terrible price was that it was to be violently beaten.  This was the craziness they faced.  The merciless whipping of their delicate little pee-pee's was causing the immature female sex organs to swell open, making them more attractive and accessible to the lashing whips.

For a surprise final event, all of the losers of previous events were divided into two teams, each team armed with a long pole.  To distinguish them, each of the girls was given a colored scarf to tie around her ankle, one team having blue and the other red.  Their task was onerous.  They were to capture a girl from the other team and impale her for roasting. 

The nude young girls watched in horror as they saw what awaited the team to finish their task last.  A large cage filled with snarling male Dobermans was wheeled into the gymnasium.  When the trained fuck hounds saw the pack of naked girls their long penises grew to full erection and they began to snarl and paw restlessly at the bars of the cage.  The entire losing team would be viciously raped by the vicious guard dogs. 

Suzanne quivered with terror as she realized how devious and heinous this contest and its outcome would be.  These were vicious dogs, and their snarling fangs gleamed the threat that was sure to be realized.
She watched with both horror and fascination as the gangs of naked little girls beginning their fight.

They were battling desperately to take their captives, racing to be first to capture and impale their victim, a member of their national gymnastics team.  The fighting was incredible, ferocious from the beginning, because the girls knew they would have a terrible time with those vicious lusting hounds.
 
They kicked, bunched, gouged, bit, wrestled and kneed each other with a vengeance, becoming increasingly brutal as they were driven not only by their desperation, but also by the incredible violence being done to them by other members of their own gymnastics team.  These were girls they had trained with for several hours a day since they were very young, all of them highly competitive, and now the only thing in the world that mattered to them was winning, even when to do so they had to fight among themselves and to kill one of their own.

 All of the naked young gymnasts were caught up in the pitched battle, waged in chaotic style on the big floor exercise mat.  The highly motivated young female athletes were doing real damage to each other, gouging, bruising, scraping and popping ribs on each other in the desperate battle to take a victim captive and run her through with the long impaling shaft.

Both teams at last got their hands on a smaller ten year old girls, and both gave up on defence, concentrating all of their energy into completing their gruesome task.  They were brutal as they held the child's legs apart, fitted the sharpened end of the shaft against her little pussy, then four girls holding her, the others heaved on the shaft, ramming it repeatedly further and further into the tiny cuntlet of their screaming captive. 

They used the shaft as a ramrod, heaving on it in a rhythmic pounding forcing its sharp point to split the child's immature uterus, hammering it through her intestines, forcing it through her diaphragm, then up between her lungs, sliding it past her heart and up through her little throat, until at last both teams managed to actually run the steel poles right through their team-mate victims. 

The contest was close, but one team completed their girl impalement a few seconds ahead of the other.  As the two impaled little girls were laid over a bed of glowing coals to roast, the losing team was rounded up and were thrust into the large cage full of vicious dogs.  It was not a delicate sight for the faint of heart..

The audience of kiddie sexual violence fans were delighted with the spirit of the naked little girls as they valiantly fought their fate.  As the experienced hounds put down, positioned and then mounted the screaming little gymnasts, Suzanne was unhooked from the uneven bars and taken from the gymnasium. 

As she was taken through the big door she looked back and could see a struggling girl, her neck locked in the jaws of a large hound, being flipped in the air to make her more submissive and to position her for a bestial fucking.  It was the third time the dog had grasped this girl's neck and thrown her up, knowing that once she would land on her hands and knees, properly positioned. 

When she finally landed the way he wanted her, the big hound quickly mounted her, thrusting repeatedly until its long pointed prick ruptured her hymen, and drove impossibly deep into her.  The big door stayed open long enough for Suzanne to see the rapid powerful thrusting of the Doberman into the mounted child.

The big experienced hound was driving its penis so deep into the little human cuntlet that it severely tested the small girl's capacity to take him, threatening to detach her uterus from the ferocity of the pounding it endured.  Even as Suzanne was moved down the hallway and the heavy door closed, she could hear the harsh squealing screams of the young Romanians being so brutally bestially raped.

Suzanne's concentration was quickly diverted to the time ahead for her.  The whip that lashed up between her legs and connected a stinging blow to her vagina as she hobbled along the hallway brought her mind flashing back to her own desperate plight.  She was no better off than the hound raped naked gymnasts.

She had been used to further the pleasures of her captors' paying guests with the delectable youngsters, and to make an example with one to recruit the others, but now she was being taken back to that terrible big dining room, where she faced further sexual abuse, which was more tolerable than what could not be far away, her own starring role in one of the bordello's horrendous snuff shows.


*


The girl roasting on the spit was long dead, and her body half cooked.  Suzanne's arms, shoulders and legs ached from the continuous work, but she dared not ease up.  As Raoul had predicted, the beautiful female carcass was basting in its own juices as it turned, and Suzanne was embarrassed to notice how good the roasting meat smelled. 

She had not eaten for several hours, and the aroma was making her hungry.  Guests were keeping her on her toes with sudden and unexpected smacks to her cunt, her ass and her large dangling breasts as she slaved over the spit to keep it turning.  Her body was covered with angry welts that stood up on her smooth hide, outlining and accentuating her ample curves. 

She was sweating profusely from the hard work and punishment, as well as from the heat cast off by the fire, and was attracting as much attention as the impaled female carcass that was the focus of her labor.
Raoul interrupted her, pulled her from her task and replaced her with another slave girl. 

"You've been selected to entertain in one of the theaters, my dear.  This little exercise was designed to warm you up."  She trembled in fear, and without any warning, she bent her knees slightly and shit right where she stood. 

"There's a show in salon "B" in ten minutes,” he told the observers, “where this young lady with the gorgeous face and the incredible body will entertain you, with the help of the Fire Beast!"

Suzanne cringed in terror at the name of that horrible man.  That was the evil man who had sat beside her and branded his initials on the inside of her finger during the two shows she had been forced to watch in the small theaters.  She had sensed a terrible dimension to him, something about the way he looked at her, as if he owned her and was imagining and planning her death whenever he looked at her. 

Now she was to entertain with him in one of the theaters, and that meant only one thing:  she was about to die at his hand.  She would never live to take over the Winters sports clothing empire, but was to die in this remote but crowded city of Sao Paulo, Brazil, teaming with sixteen million people, on the bottom of the world. 

She sobbed openly, covering her face with her hands in her despair.  Raoul's whip lashed up between her legs, and the heavy ring through her cunt did nothing to protect the already raw and welted female organ from the incredibly powerful lash.  The pain that exploded through her groin and up across her belly brought a scream and stopped her sobbing.  She would cooperate now even for a brief relief from the ongoing torture she was required to endure. 

 
. . . . to be continued

 
Suzanne obediently walked ahead of him as he flogged her ass with his whip, and an entourage of clients followed, not wanting to miss the killing of this beautiful American slave girl.  This was one of the better bitches to be displayed at this club, which used only the best females gathered from around the world. 

This exclusive club was no common cunt slice and dice shop.  It was one of the top clubs in the world, and drew patrons that wanted to see only the best examples of each race, young women in their prime, capable of appreciating all of the horrors they faced.  The brutal and violent murders they faced were well conceived.

The timing of their violent death fully controlled, to maximized the entertainment value for the customers.  Only proven sadists were allowed to perform on stage, to ensure only top quality snuff shows were presented.  Nothing was spared to make the event spectacular, and the audience was eagerly following one of the most elegant young cunts to the theater to witness the spectacle of her tortuous murder by fire.

But what if she was wrong?  She had already witnessed three murders of women in the ballroom.  They had said two of the young gymnasts were going to be roasted as well.  Surely the club would not, could not, afford to have the lives of three slave women, a slave mistress, and two girls taken all in the same night. 

Or could they?  She thought perhaps she was just going to see a terrifying new dimension to the horrible parties the guests enjoyed, at the expense of the dignity and wellbeing of the nude slave girls.  Maybe it was just going to be a discipline session, with people watching her humiliation.

Sure, stupid, and Santa fucks reindeer! she thought to herself as she realized that restraint was one quality she had never seen practiced here.  They were going to kill her.  She burst into tears again, and the whip renewed its assault on her highly tenderized genitalia, moving her quickly along the long hallway. 

She knew Salon "B", it was the killing theater.  From everything she had heard, girls who went on stage there never came off alive.  She stopped at the door that would take them back stage.  Raoul directed the guests toward the front entrance to the theater, then with a skilful blow of the whip that cracked the tip right up inside her gaping vagina,

He moved the sobbing Suzanne inside.  She could see through the side curtain of the stage that there were already a dozen nude slave girls chained into seats throughout the small theater.  This was going to be a killing after all!  She knew for certain now that she was nothing but dead meat!

Raoul gave her a tall glass of beer, and she gulped it down.  He poured her a second, and she had to hold it in both hands to keep from dropping it.  She could not believe how much her hands were trembling.  She hoped the beer would dull her senses, but she knew that would not happen.  The adrenaline was flowing, and she was fully alert.  She also felt she was near hysteria.  The only effect of the beer was that it would fill her bladder. 

It was a diuretic, so she would be able to piss while she was being tortured to death.  She heard the guests entering the theater, and suddenly felt a jab in her buttock.  One of the nude Indian men was injecting her.  My God, she thought, they drug all of the women when they kill them, and I bet its not to ease the pain!  She could feel a hard knot forming in her glute muscle as the mass of drug was injected into her. 
Within seconds she could feel her heart pounding.  Jesus, they just want to keep me alive as long as possible through the heavier torture to increase the enjoyment of the freaks in the audience!  The drug hit her brain, at first making her feel dizzy, then nauseous, then fully alert.  It was like a caffein high magnified tenfold. 

Her eyes seemed to dart around, but she realized everything else seemed to be happening very slowly.  She rationalized that she was probably moving normally, but was perceiving everything around her at an accelerated rate.  She guessed she had been shot with speed, or something like it.  They were cheating the people by getting her drugged up to perform beyond normal human range.  This whole thing was faked.  Oh God, its not faked, I'm losing my mind!
 
Raoul moved her onto the stage, her bizarre toe shoes pounding on the wooden floor, and she saw her four college friends chained in the seats with other slave girls.  The look of horror on their faces frightened her more than anything else she saw.  They were screaming in shock to see their friend as she was moved into view, then fitted with steel cuffs and chains on her wrists and ankles. 

They had been here long enough to have witnessed more than one such show, and knew they were going to see their good-natured friend being brutally murdered as an entertainment.  Suzanne could smell their fresh piss as they lost bladder control, and wondered if they would also shit in their seats when she died.  She sobbed anew at the thought, and its certainty.

The two naked Indian men appeared, rolling out a large open frame in front of them , supported on either side by a post that supported the frame by its sides.  It looked to Suzanne like an old-fashioned tilting mirror, except there was no glass in it.  The sides of the stout frame were eight feet long, and there were large eye bolts around the inside to which her chains could be attached. 

The Indians lifted her and held her in place while Raoul chained her arms and legs, spreading them wide, so that she stood spread-eagle, her nakedness fully displayed to the appreciative audience.  She felt it move as she was being chained into place, and realized that the frame was capable of being rotated, just like a tilting mirror.

When she was attached to it they would be able to turn her right upside-down.  She was stretched so that her feet did not touch the frame, like a skin to be tanned, and realized that the design of the frame was so that she could easily be inverted at the will of her torturer. 

Raoul produced a monstrous looking tool, equipped with sharp gripping claws.  She cringed as he moved it up between her legs, but he used it to grasp the end of the large studded dildo which was still jammed deep in her vulva.  She gasped as he jerked on it, then twisted it, causing her to writhe erotically for the audience. 

They knew full well he was hurting her internally, and that sexually aroused them.  This was no average audience; they revelled in the sexual and physical abuse of nude young women.  She sobbed with the certain knowledge that the sole object of this show was to slowly and painfully convert her, Suzanne Winters, the beautiful spoiled daughter of the wealthy industrialist Arthur Winters, into just one more dead cunt.

Her eyes bulged at the pain and the audience cheered her scream as the metal-studded dildo was at last jerked from her womb, freeing the beautiful female organ for more interesting treatment.  Raoul put down the claw tool, took up his whip, and went to work on her meat, preparing her by tenderizing her and raising angry red welts across her body, missing nothing while accentuating her stark nakedness.  It was standard procedure to display women ready for torture with their flesh marked with the signs of violent abuse.


*


Mark the Fire Beast made his entrance.  Unlike most other client performers, he wore no mask or hood, and he was stark naked.  He was an impressive sight with his shaved head, his well maintained shape, and his enormous erection.  A penis of that size was rare, and he displayed it fully, with his pubic mound and his large testicles shaved clean. 

There was a hush in the audience when they saw the size of his erection, driven by envy from the men and an awesome fantasy by the women.  The men knew what they would do with an organ that size, and women knew how they would treat a phallus of that stature.  The prodigious penis was as long as Raoul's, but did not narrow so early or so much.  It was perfectly proportioned, curved gently upward, and bounced only slightly when he walked. 

The guests seated in the theater would never have guessed that the man who called himself the Fire Beast was sixty-eight years old.  He was in excellent shape.  He kept his muscles well-toned, he had good flexibility, his belly was tight, and he maintained a tan.  He had an air of confidence that told them he knew what he was doing. 

They were all eager to see how he would snuff out the life of this beautiful young woman.  She had shown she was an excellent screamer, and was likely to give them a good show as she was murdered for their entertainment.  Her time had come, and she knew her worst fears were now about to be realized.

The nude South American Indians with the horrendous rings piercing their testicles rolled out a pair of carts.  One of them had several shelves that were filled with torture appliances, and dragging  behind it was a thick electric cable.  The sides of the cart had several had several receptacles where the electric appliances could be plugged in. 

At the bottom of the cart was a large drawer, and Suzanne could only guess at what it contained.  The other was a caldron filled with glowing coals.  Resting in it, heating, were a number of rods and brands that were already red hot.  There was a small motor mounted under the caldron, and when it was plugged into the other cart, it drove a fan, blowing air up through the coals, greatly increasing their heat.

The Fire beast began his personal torture session by releasing Suzanne's wrists, lowering her so that she could stand on the bottom member of the frame, then bending her forward and attaching her wrist chains to the eyebolts that restricted the movement of her ankles.  With her feet planted far apart, she was in a precarious position.  He remedied that by attaching chains to her breast rings and pulling them out to the side, clipping them to eyebolts on the sides of the frame.

Now he demonstrated a dimension of movement she had not anticipated.  He spun the device around sideways so that her ass faced the audience.  This allowed her to see those watching her, as she peered between her spread legs.  What she saw was a sea of upside-down faces, eagerly anticipating the damage the Fire Beast would do to her with his tools of fiery torture.

"I claim and mark this bitch as my own!" he said, and pulled a large smoking branding iron from the coals.  At the center it was nearly white hot.  "This is going to hurt, cunt, more than you can imagine, I promise you!"  He held the brand so that his specially made "FB" brand, produced for him by the club, was two inches from her right buttock. 

She quickly felt its glow, and as the smooth tanned flesh of her ass heated, she pissed, and the sudden fountain splashed on his leg.  The audience laughed, and he pulled the iron away.  "I'll need a target if I'm going to do this properly," he said, and replaced the iron in the coals.  He brought out a rod that was glowing hot. 

He took careful aim, then slowly moved it against the broad expanse of her hip.  The skin evaporated, and the rod burned a neat hole in the sizzling meat of her ass.  She screamed and bucked in her bindings, but the shaft was held steady, and smoke poured out around it as it was withdrawn.

He placed the rod back in the fire, as if he planned to use it again, then moved to the other cart.  "We've got to keep your attention while we're working with you, cunt, so let's see how you like a little current!"  He took down a transformer, plugged it in, then attached clips from it to her breast rings.  Then he turned a large dial on the transformer, and she began to squeal.

"It looks like that's working fine!" he said, and the audience agreed.  "Let's get on with the branding!"  He took the broad "FB" brand from the fire, and the audience saw immediately that it had once more reached a white hot.  Suzanne was squirming from the electric current running through her breasts as the Fire Beast aligned the brand with the hole he had burned in her ass. 

He timed his move perfectly in the rotation of her hip, and pressed the glowing branding iron firmly into the meat of her ass.  The sizzle of her deep branding could be heard over her screams, and the brand flamed as her fat quickly reached its flash point.  The audience was amazed that the sadistic old man continued to press on the iron, burning through the muscle until the glowing metal struck the bone.

He withdrew the iron, which continued to flame with bits of bitch meat stuck to it, and replaced it in the fire.  He took another electrode, and attached it to the ring in her cunt, providing a ground that got the current running from her breasts to her pubic mound.  He also increased the flow of current, and her dance of agony increased both in scope and intensity, to let the audience know that her suffering had also increased.

The Fire Beast freed her wrists, unchained her breasts, stood her up, then once more stretched her by clipping her wrist chains to widespread hooks overhead, pulling her feet off the frame again.  Then he rotated the frame from which she was suspended, so that she now hung face down. 

Her big dangling breasts were the low point on her sagging body, but the chains were so tight that she did not dangle as low as the audience would have guessed.  He swung the now horizontal frame around so that her unmarked buttock was nearest him, and once more pulled the branding iron from the fire. 

The bits of her meat had burned off it, and once more it was white hot.  He positioned the glowing iron an inch from her ass, then deliberately pressed it forward until it was burning a deep brand into her to match the one on the other side.  Again he allowed it to burn all the way in to the bone. 

Again she danced the incredible dance of pain, pressing up on her bindings as if she was doing push ups at the health spa, raising her ass to display the deep brands that permanently marked her meat.  He matched her movement so that the branding iron held firm in the letter-shaped trenches in was burning into her beautiful ass.

Suzanne felt the iron hitting bone, then being withdrawn.  The pain did not diminish.  He held the glowing and smoking iron before her eyes, showing her the shape of the brands on the part of her she could not see.  Her horror-filled eyes followed his movement as he put the big brand back into the fire, then took a long shaft with a long electric cord attached, and he moved behind her. 

Without warning he thrust the inch-thick long steel shaft against her rectum, then drove it in deep.  It was cold, in stark contrast to the fiery brands that had been placed on her round rump.  She thought the cold iron might give her another shock when he plugged it in, but instead she felt the tip beginning to heat up.  It was a big soldering iron!  The sadistic bastard was going to cook her colon!
 
She thought she would pass out from the pain, but the drugs were working, and she remained alert.  There was no easy death with these bastards.  Since her capture she had been bought and sold, and her owners had sold her life to this sadistic murderer.  He was making the most of her torture, ensuring that she experience all she could of his attention and ministrations.

The Fire Beast pulled the plug from the wall socket as soon as smoke emerged around the shaft in her anus, stopping the internal heat before the cooking of her meat totally desensitized her.  Then he motioned to the nude Indians, who rolled in another large device that made Suzanne sweat. 

It was a wall, covered with long sharp spikes.  The cart on which it was mounted also dragged a heavy electric cable.  There was no switch on this device:  the points of the long savage-looking spikes were already smoking.  The fire beast rotated her frame so that Suzanne was now upside down, hanging by her widespread ankles. 

She watched in terror as the wall of spikes was moved in front of her and then toward her, placed so close that she could feel the heat radiating from them against her hanging breasts and belly, and see the red glow of the tips very close to her face.  The Fire Beast moved out of her field of vision.

She quivered as she heard a reaction from the audience.  She had no idea what he was doing, but she was certain she would know sooner than she wanted.  Suddenly she knew.  A powerful blow from a long carriage whip landed across her back, and her gorgeous nude body involuntarily jerked forward in its bindings onto the glowing spikes. 

 
. . . . to be continued

[Kadira]

I love this story so far !  The club described in your story is a thrilling establishment.

Electric shock therapy is none of my favorite torture methods but the heated wall is rather ingenious.

Apart from that I'm a great fan of your Fire Beast.  There is no better torment than fire and heat.

Let's hope he will take his time with our pretty Suzanne so that the audience can get most satisfaction from his work !

Don't forget that most females require more time to reach climax compared to men... 

 
They impaled her from her face to her knees.  Her cheeks, her throat, her breasts, her belly and hips, and her thighs were suddenly stuck on the hot sharp steel spikes, that held her in their grip.  It took a second slash of the whip, and a second violent reaction of her body, to jerk her off the long glowing spikes. 

The holes left in her flesh when she came off the spikes did not bleed excessively, because of the searing action of the hot steel.  Instead they smoked, as did the spikes, now bearing her burned blood.  Another lash of the vicious whip caused her to jerk into the spikes again, and alternate blows moved her on and off them, each time with a different alignment, so that her entire front was soon covered with a pattern of dark bleeding holes that ran deep into her meat.

Suzanne felt as if her mind would snap.  The pain was now everywhere, with the electric charge coursing through her genitals, the spikes burning into her body from the front, and the whip lashing mercilessly at her back.  She was unable to focus on any one pain; it now all seemed to merge together.

Suddenly he changed his tactic with the whip, bringing it up between her legs, laying an incredible lash from her cunt across her anus and up her spine, causing her to jerk violently forward further onto the vicious spikes.  This time there was no return lash that would cause her to bolt backwards off them. 

He allowed them to smoke inside her, slowly and painfully cooking her meat onto them.  She saw him move over to the other cart, and once more he plugged in the iron that remained embedded in her colon.  She found new energy to scream as the glow grew into a searing hot pain deep up her ass. 

She could smell the smoke of her own meat cooking, and then she smelled the aroma of fresh shit as the girls chained in the audience totally lost control of their basic bodily functions, and had horror-driven bowel movements.  She knew they would all get their chance on stage.  She could not believe her mind was still able to function with the severe degree of torture she was experiencing.

Suddenly the Indians grasped the wall holding the spikes, and pulled it back, removing them from her flesh.  As the spikes were pulled out, they tore out bits of smoking meat burned onto them.  Suzanne gasped for breath, with the pain of the deep burns from the spikes, the electric buzz through her cunt and breasts, and the deep burning inside her as her gut was cooked inside her.

She was a mess, her gorgeous body being mercilessly destroyed for this large audience of wealthy strangers, who got their kicks from the sexual torture of attractive young women.  She could feel the smoke pouring from her ass, and knew she did not have long to live.  Her greatest wish now was that he would kill her quickly, and put her out of this endless misery.

She could see the Fire Beast moving across the stage, and she watched as he moved to the second cart, and bending down, pulled open the large drawer.  She could not see what he brought out until he approached her.  Her eyes bulged once more in disbelief.  It was a fucking Roman Candle!

This was the kind of rocket that propelled a payload of fireworks high in the air, then let go an incredible array of brightly burning chunks of magnesium and phosphorus.  She had bought them when she was in college, which seemed a lifetime ago, when she was in charge of the fireworks display on Presidents' Day. 

The rocket he held was large but otherwise relatively unimposing, only three inches wide and a foot long.  It had enough propellant to drive the payload five hundred feet into the air, and the payload had an explosive charge to spread the burning phosphorous over a radius of two hundred feet. 

She gasped as he rotated her frame so that she was lying stretched horizontal, face up, then thrust the head of the rocket against the vestibule of her vagina.  He pressed the shaft and applied a twisting motion, with enough pressure that the horrible instrument began to work up into her cunt.  He was stuffing the missle into her!  He was going to ignite the wick and fire the monstrous weapon up into her guts! 

Her mind, sharp from the influence of the drugs, traced the line of events that would happen when the wick was ignited.  It would burn for about ten seconds, then the rocket would fire, driving the device right through her uterus, spewing flame from her cunt as it progressed, deep into her abdominal cavity. 

It would take three or four seconds to drive through her uterus, but the rocket would burn for seven to eight seconds, then the magnesium and phosphorus igniter would explode, driving burning chunks of the soft metal into her whole torso.  These would burn for another ten seconds, but she would surely be dead by then.

The thoughts racing through her fevered mind terrified her, but the Fire Beast had another treat for her to keep her mind occupied.  He left the rocket planted firmly in her cunt, with only a couple of inches of its tail and the wick showing.  He placed it early, so that the audience and his victim could savor what they had to look forward to. 

He removed hot pincers from the coals, and began to work on her big breasts.  She bucked and heaved as he attacked her nipples, pinching and stretching them as they burned, until the hot metal pliers had burned them to a crisp.  There was very little bleeding, as the burns sealed the veins. 

He grasped the sides of the big mammaries in the glowing torture tools, giving her breasts severe punishment that left dark burn marks on the flesh she had tanned while nude sunbathing in Barbados. That had been so recently, and yet it seemed to have been so long ago.  So much had happened since then.

The Fire Beast turned to his audience, and began to teach them some obscure history.  "During the dark ages some of the best steel in history was made, and I am going to reveal to you the secret," he said.  "You all know that steel is tempered by plunging it into cold water, to cause a rapid crystallization on the surface, making it very hard and the edges keen." 

He pulled a knife from the coals.  Its blade was white hot.
 
"Our ancestors discovered that cold water drew the heat off hot metal too fast," he continued,  "so that the hardened surface was too thin to endure in battle.  They experimented with the carcasses of slain calves and pigs to cool the steel, plunging the weapon into the meat to produce an improved steel. 

Then one day an accidental discovery produced the perfect steel.  A woman helping her husband, a master sword maker, accidentally knocked over a bucket of water, splashing a blade he was hammering on his anvil, ruining the incomplete steel by seizing the surface before it was ready. 

He was so angry that he grabbed a nearly finished sword lying on the coals, and thrust the long weapon into her cunt, and drove it in to the hilt, fully impaling his wife on the white hot steel, unwittingly using her body to quench and set the steel.  He had accidently discovered a remarkable process that produced excellent steel."

The audience was fascinated.  "Over the years, he shared his secret with very few craftsmen, and eventually the secret died with the men who held it, thanks to the lack of writing and reading during that period.  During that period of inspired sword making, hundreds of young women in Britain, France and the Germanic states gave their lives to weapons as part of their manufacture. 

“To guard their secret, the master swordsmiths spread the story that women donated their souls to the blades, and the plunging of a white hot blade into the torso of a bound young woman through her sex organ became, for a brief period,  a sacred ceremony in the church, while it was backing a particular war. 

“Families were guaranteed a place in heaven for donating daughters they had been unable to marry off."  He held the knife high over Suzanne, who was in shock as she watched the glowing blade turn over her head.  "We don't have a sword at the moment, but this blade will serve to demonstrate the principle!" he said, and lowered it toward her. 

With a determined movement, he placed the tip of the blade under her right breast, and then pushed it upward until it was entirely buried in the large boob.  Dark smoke poured from around the hilt as the extreme heat of the blade was transferred to the fatty meat inside her tit.  Her screams were the best she had produced during the entire session. 

The Fire Beast held the blade inside her boob for nearly a minute, then jerked it out.  The steel of this old hunting knife now surpassed the best steels available today, thanks to the gesture by this young woman.  Now I want to stress that the properties of the metal used has a great deal to do with the quality of the final product." 

There were several rods lying in the coals.  He took up two of these.  "We have prepared several pieces of common iron rebar, the type used to reinforce concrete, by cutting them on an angle to provide a crude point.  Now that they are fully heated they glow as white as the blade did, but will not take the same finish.  Let me demonstrate!" 

He stabbed the iron rods deep into her big breasts, then repeated savage attack on her mammaries with several other similar rods, until her boobs looked like pincushions.  "The groin is no better when cheap iron is used," he said, and moved between her legs.  He used the hollow between her cunt and leg as an entry point.

He thrust the rods in so that they angled into the muscle of her buttocks.  Suzanne rolled and twisted in her bindings as she was strung like a hammock.  She was losing energy, and her tormentor realized she did not have long to live.  It was time for her spectacular finale, while she was still alive to experience it.


*


The Fire Beast left Suzanne lying on her back for this last and most severe of his punishments he had prepared for her.  He slapped her face hard several times to ensure that she was awake and aware of what was happening.  When he was satisfied that she was alert, he picked up a box of large kitchen matches.

These were his favorite weapon in his destruction of helpless females.  He struck a match on the side of the box, then held it to her clit.  She demonstrated her ability to scream, and he let the match burn down.  Then he thrust a pair of matches in under the meat of the fleshy hood that covered her clit, driving them through the flesh so that only their sulphur heads stood out.
 
He struck a second match and used it to light the two in her cunt meat.  They both instantly burst into flame, and provided a small fountain of fire at the peak of her cunt.  The fire Beast stood back to let the audience enjoy the fruits of his artistry.  Her scream lasted as long as the matches burned, until the holes they had made were filled with expended brittle carbon.

Now it was time for the fireworks.  The Fire Beast pulled another match from the box, struck it, held it before her eyes, then moved it down to the rocket's twisted plastic wick.  The inflammatory material quickly sputtered to life, with a large orange ball of fire that inched toward the base of the small rocket nuzzled deep into Suzanne's womb. 

The audience held its breath.  All that could be heard was the trickle of pee as another of the nude slave girls in the audience lost bladder control.  With a sudden burst of flame the rocket was ignited.  The women all screamed as the flame expanded, and the rocket's tail fins disappeared inside her. 

Suzanne's suspended body rocked and twisted, with bright orange flame spewing from her cunt as the small but potent missile forced its way up into her torso.  Her legs kicked, her arms twisted, her shoulders rocked, and her pelvis bucked as her cunt muscle was burned to a crisp by the intense heat of the rapidly burning rocket propellant. 

Suddenly her wild dance of rocket impalement stopped.  She froze, and in that instant her entire mid-section swelled grotesquely.  There was also a muted "whump" that announced the explosive charge had ignited inside her.  Suddenly her entire waist began to glow with thousands of bright spots:  the magnesium and phosphorus chunks were burning inside her.

Everyone in the audience was startled when some of the glowing spots were suddenly much brighter.  They had actually burned their way out of her flesh from the inside.  The thousands of tiny fires inside her began to melt and ignite her fat and meat, until at last her mid-section burst into flame. 

The strained female flesh burned quickly with the intense heat of the burning metal bits inside her, until after several minutes she literally broke in half, burned right through at the waist!  Nobody could be entirely certain when the gorgeous rich-bitch died, but she was clearly dead when she split in half at the waist.

Her burned out carcass hung from its frame, the upper half chained by the wrists and the lower half by the ankles.  The soft incendiary metal was finally consumed, and her meat around the brake continued to burn at less intensity.  The audience was enthralled at the flames, fueled by her own flesh, licking at the base of those magnificent steel-impaled breasts.  She was a sight only a connoisseur of bitch butchery could appreciate.

Suzanne's death had been as noteworthy as her short but eventful and daring life.  She did nothing half way, and had been well chosen by the slavers and by the snuff club's buyer.  She had met with a master bitch butcher in the Fire Beast, and he had given her a death that he and the members of the audience found entirely satisfying. 

She had fulfilled her role as a disposable cunt, and her sex organ, now total wasted, had provided the entertainment the guests had come to expect from this distinguished club for extreme sexual excess.  Her friends sat, chained naked in their seats with the members of the paying audience, knowing their turn to entertain on stage would come soon.



THE SMOKING END OF A DESERVING CUNT

fascinating sexy story

 
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Regis