Now something I thought was worst of all happened. The guys brought these 40 pound weights out, released the rope from one of out tits, and tied it to a weight, so that one tit was taking all our weight, and the other was being pulled severely down by a big fucking weight. The new weight was being supported by the one tit as well.

I hated these assholes. Even my friends at the sprog-dropping parties had never treated me this badly when I’d been ass-fucked while three different times, like on three different occasions, I’d been forced to pop my pups out. That was then, this was now. I sort of hated that, but really hated this. It was bullshit, and I couldn’t do anything about it.

The weight on one tit pulled on me so hard that my whole fucking torso twisted. With one tit being pulled up and the other down, I was being bent severely, and had to look really grotesque. All this was happening while I as cuming like a fucking pig, if a pig was able to cum, which is possible, I guess, and I was hanging like a fucking pig too.

In this new position I could see horizontally, because of the skew in my body. There was nothing I wanted to see. My neck was in almost as much pain as my tits because of the pull on my braid to my asshole anchor. The other eight cunts were in bad shape too, and all of us were drooling from the tight steel rod clamps on our tongues.

When all the girls got a weight tied to one of her big tits, so that their breasts were stretched wide apart, one up and the other down, things suddenly got a whole lot more serious. This was even worse than anything I’d ever heard of, even in New York, where just about every filthy disgusting thing was possible. I was part of the most shocking party ever!

All the men were fully dressed, but now they were a whole lot more interested. They got their cocks out, stroked them to full erection, and then started pumping on them, fucking their fists at the sight of us, like they knew exactly what was going to happen to us. We didn’t, but it was exciting, although we were pretty sure it wasn’t going to be pretty.

A big muscular guy wearing only some work boots came in, carrying a small hunting knife. He had a deep tan, like he lived his life on the beach, but in New York it was more likely he spent a lot of time stretched out in a tanning salon. His big cock curved stiffly up, his penis bouncing and his balls swinging with every step. This naked guy was a seriously bad looking dude.

I was the first in line, and he came straight toward me. I could see when he got close how sharp that fucking knife was. I was so scared I would have shit, except my gut, like with all the girls, had been flushed clean. I also became aware that my clit was swelling and sliding a bit more inside my tight clit clamp, and I started a fresh series of ever greater orgasms, as those little teeth irritated my sex meat, and now it made me cum totally non-stop.

All at once I could see these guys had planned this whole thing as a bitch butchering party, and they were going to kill and gut us all like a row of hanging pigs! Even in the Big Apple that wasn’t such a common thing to happen, and there was no way we could have guessed that was what the fuck we were getting ourselves into when our boyfriends who owned us brought us to party at this big exclusive penthouse.

As I swung by my tortured tit I could see the long row of my girlfriends, all of them swinging by a tit like I was, desperately and uselessly kicking their gorgeous legs, with a big weight pulling down on the other tit, forcing their torsos to twist, wearing that outrageous and humiliating tongue clamp and asshole anchor. Shit, these swinging bound young broads, my girlfriends, looked way more sexy than I’d ever seen them! My orgasms expanded.

As they swung around I could see everything about them, all wearing the asshole anchor with their braid pulling their heads back, the obscene tongue clamps, and all wearing those dehumanizing insulting stamps on their heads, PIG and SOW. Just like me. They really did look like a row of naked pigs hanging in the slaughterhouse. This whole scene was fucking unbelievable. And riding a non-stop orgasm, I also found it so fucking hot!

Suddenly, seeing the guys who were watching us and were all energetically jacking off, my clit felt like it was going to explode inside its clamp, and this stimulated me toward even greater orgasm. This was outrageous. I was being sexually stimulated by the intense desperation of my situation. I felt like I was now a fucking jack-off queen!

The more I realized how desperate my situation was, the more my clit rose, sliding inside the fucking clit clip against those tiny metal teeth, which made me more desperately horny. The truth was this was so fucking hot I was totally getting off on it. I probably didn’t even need the cocaine. My clit was on fire. I couldn’t believe it. I gave in to total orgasm, and the knot of sexual excitement in my belly just kept on growing. I would definitely have shit now, if I’d had any in me.

The naked dude grabbed my neck to stop me from the slow swinging, and with everyone watching closely, stuck the tip of his knife against my lower belly. He made a brief jab, and the tip cut into my meat. Not deep, but it did go right through my fucking bacon! The blade was very sharp, and I didn’t feel much pain, just a warm burning feeling.

The coke coursing through my system was working. Slowly he moved the blade upward, slicing it toward my navel. This should have hurt a lot more, I realized, and now knew I’d sniffed rows of real honest shit. I felt sorry a bit for the cunts who’d got nothing but fucking cornstarch. I hoped the others had on passive clit clamps like mine, because there was no way they could pull the little chains of the active ones, with their arms bound behind their backs.

The son of a bitch was their butcher, and was ripping me like a dangling pig. Without thinking about it, I began squealing like a stuck pig, which was exactly what I was right now. In the mirrors I could see a few of the guys starting to dribble semen, and a few of them spurt their cum in the air, ejaculating like a row of shameless studs.

A few more guys started to shoot when the blade slicing open my belly moved past my navel, and I could feel a loop of my guts start to slither out. This was so obscene I couldn’t stand it. I started to buck, without meaning to, like a cunt in heat, getting herself an air fuck. I couldn’t believe how much this disgusting and very personal gutting was turning me on. I was the ultimate party girl!

The blade stopped moving when it reached my sternum. The guy wielding it dropped it to the floor, and used both hands to spread my split bacon and pull out my tripe, eviscerating me alive. It was so bizarre feeling my intestines wiggling out I started to giggle, which is quite a trick with your tongue stretched so far forward. That didn’t work that well, so I went back to squealing like a stuck pig, which it turns out is exactly what I by this time was. To be more exact, I was now being a butchered sow.

The dude reached down and picked up the knife again, and I couldn’t believe it when he cut my tripe free, so it made a heap on the floor. Now the guys could see my vital organs inside me. I was otherwise hollowed out, like I was ready for roasting like a fucking pig or something stupid.

Now the naked asshole reached in with his bare hand and with the knife, and he cut off my uterus, ovaries and all. With all the guys watching, he sliced it, like he was doing a pregnancy test. He peeled my detached gonad open, and sure as fuck, there was a tiny sprog in me, just starting to form. Well, not in me anymore.

I was fucking pregnant! Or at least I had been. This little sprog would never be born, because I was being killed, and for no good reason, except for the entertainment of these asshole party guys, who got off on women being slaughtered like dangling pigs. All of them were jacking off like mad watching it happen. This was the kind of shit that got them off. New York was becoming more sophisticated.

They weren’t the only ones getting their rocks off. My clit felt like it was now standing firm like a rigid little cock, and to top it off I was in the midst of a gigantic orgasm. All of this with my fucking guts and uterus pulled out! Now I was really starting to feel like a butchered sow.

Thank God for the high quality cocaine they gave us, I thought, or at least gave to some of us. From what I could see, the other girls were responding to the action of their clit clamps like I was, and even as they screamed at the horror of what was happening to me, all of them were now experiencing obvious orgasm, as bound and tit-swinging sows cuming.

To tell the truth, I couldn’t imagine a girl being brought to a party like this one, being bound and strung up like this by her tits, even if she was having a tremendous orgasm, as I was, and getting herself gutted alive with everyone who was watching jacking off, without having lots of great coke running through her system. Did they lie about the cornstarch and their experiment?

I didn’t think so. Some of the girls who would follow me didn’t have any snow in their systems, they had just snorted simple cornstarch. Take it from me, getting myself bound, strung up by my tits with a big weight hanging from one of them, and then getting myself gutted like that at a New York sex party would be totally intolerable without three rows of snow in me, for sure.

I saw the nude dude who'd ripped me was starting to get his rocks off. He had his knife in one fist, my split open uterus in the other, and he made bulging muscles with his arms as if he was some kind of fucking champion. I could see his erect prick pulsing, and as he threw his head back and thrust his groin forward it was obvious the merciless bitch butcher was going to start ejaculating.

He threw my uterus high in the air, and I realized he was going to try to catch it on the head of his cum-spouting cock! His big balls were swinging right in front of me, and having nothing to lose, I suddenly swung my foot in the most powerful kick I could muster, considering I was bound terribly and had just been completely gutted.

It turned out my kick at his nuts was more than enough. My uterus came down on the top of his cum-spurting erection and bounced off, and then the toe of my shoe met his big balls, right between them. It slid off, the pointed toe digging into his rectum, and the bare top of my foot crushed the tough semen-generating testicles hard into his groin, pushing them back up were they had originated.

With that one desperate and hateful kick I had made this asshole bitch butcher into an emasculated Eunuch. His voice would be an octave higher! He would not get to butcher the rest of the row of human sows. Now someone else would have to do it. And worst of all, at least in the short term, was that he would be unlikely to get paid! Everyone knows that’s how things work in New York.

The look of pain and then unbounded rage on his face would have burned a hole right through the wall. He was mad as hell, and suddenly struck on revenge. With a single stride toward me his knife swung up through the gaping rip in my belly, and it plunged directly and deeply into the meat of my pounding heart. The pounding stopped.

Holy shit! This can’t fucking happen to me! Everybody, even my Daddy, knows I’m a good girl!

FUUUUUUUUUCK!