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Chapter Four - A Brace of Youth
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“It’s time for me to go.” announced Angie, speaking for
the first time as Caroline’s battered corpse was dragged
off the stage to loud applause.

She had a sweet little voice, maybe a bit hoarse from
the abuse her throat had taken in the past hour, but
still a delightful discovery. Mike felt another
thrilling twinge in his already exhausted penis.

“Do you have to go?” he found himself asking. “I’m sure
I could cum once more.”

“I’m next on stage.” the girl told him, without any
apparent hint of concern at what that was likely to
entail. “There’ll be terrible trouble if I’m late.”

Mike watched her skip away, barely trying to hide from
himself the way he now lusted after the seductively
swaying pert little bottom. He wondered what trouble
could be worse than the torment Angie was probably about
to face up there under the lights. Just the thought made
his cock engorge, and he couldn’t deny his excitement.

“She won’t be snuffed tonight.” the voice from behind
him came again. “I’m sure you’ll get a chance to part
those sweet little cheeks with your cock.”

It felt like mind-reading, it was exactly what he was
imagining himself doing. No longer distracted by the
show, or the ministrations of the tender little lips
that were even now disappearing through a door by the
stage, Mike finally turned to see who had been passing
on those words of encouragement and advice.

He should have known his own father’s voice. They’d
never been that close though and it was probably a
decade since they last spoke. In fact, they hadn't
talked since the accident that killed his mother and
sister.

“Dad!” he blurted out in shock and confusion, half-
expecting to receive the blast of parental fury that
some part of him expected for his actions tonight.

“Hello son.” his father responded calmly. “Your Caroline
put on an excellent show tonight, quite reminded me of
your mother.”

Mike had opened his mouth to speak, now but just left it
hanging wide and soundless. His brain was going into
overdrive as it took in the implications of his father’s
words - the meaning was pretty clear. His own mother,
probably up on a stage like this in front of a similarly
baying crowd, must have been tortured and snuffed! What
seemed worse, the only regret he felt now was missing
the chance to see it.

“What about Georgia?” he managed to say at last, though
he was pretty sure he could guess most of his sister’s
fate.

“She worked as a hostess here for a while, until she
volunteered to step in for a missing girl in a show one
night.”

“She volunteered?!”

“Nearly all of the hostesses do eventually, if they’re
given a chance. I think the excitement gets to them -
that special thrill of helping men, and women of course,
cum every night to a girl snuffing on stage.” his father
looked at Mike with a sly grin. “As your own two girls
will, if you like.”

Mike wanted to protest at the suggestion, but he could
feel that lie being exposed in his naked groin - as yet
another erection arose unaided.

“That’s my boy.” his father said. “I thought you’d enjoy
all this. In a month or two we should arrange a private
session - just us two and your little angels.”

Even after everything he’d done and witnessed tonight it
barely mattered. Despite that the idea of taking his two
young daughters in an incestuous orgy with his own
father still managed to shock Mike a little, though he
blushed to realise not nearly enough. Fortunately,
before he could answer the lights dimmed again, and his
father shushed any feeble attempt at a protesting
response.

****

The girl child walking onto the stage was Angie, her
gait stunted and awkward. The flexible young limbs that
Mike had first met now seemed curiously wooden and
clumsy. Then, as she moved into the full glare of the
spotlight, he could make out the tight bands that were
almost buried in the soft flesh of her shoulders and
hips, running down to cut painfully deep into her
hairless little slit. There was no doubt they were
cutting her circulation, the girl’s limbs were already a
curious pale blue.

“Tonight ladies and gentlemen our body modification
expert will be giving a live demonstration on preparing
a girl for the avenue of beauty that graces our club’s
entrance hall.”

Angie spoke in a clear, high voice as she stood in the
light, the centre of attention for an unusually hushed
audience. There might have been just a slight flutter as
she spoke, but the little girl seemed to have remarkable
poise, given what she'd have seen happen to those who
stood where she was now.

“Please welcome on stage Brian, our club’s body
modification specialist. He’ll be doing my procedure
tonight - without anaesthetic of course.”

To a few chuckles at the girl's last remark, the body
modification expert walked onto the stage, turning out
to be a cheery guy in his thirties with a smile almost
hidden by a bushy beard. Mike had been imagining a
circular saw, maybe an axe, but the happy jovial looking
who joined Angie on the stage only carried a short,
stout knife.

“It may surprise some of you to see I’m only going to
use a knife.” he began, echoing Mike’s thoughts. “But
remember we’re looking for a nice clean removal. This
isn’t about tormenting Angie, although she will
experience more than enough pain to keep all but the
most hardened of you happy.”

“Although it won’t be that visual.” Angie chipped in.
“Remember Brian will be slicing through thousands of
delicate nerves.”

The display that followed was quite impressive, as much
for Angie’s reactions as Brian’s skill. The girl held
out an arm and he immediately began slicing through the
skin and muscle near the top, before starting to dig
deep to expose where the bone joined the shoulder. Then,
after little more than three minutes work, he wrenched
the arm in a twisting pulling motion, ripping it
entirely away from the body. Mike would never have
believed a complete amputation could have been performed
so fast, even on the body of a tender ten-year-old, and
applauded loudly with everyone else.

Angie had taken the procedure remarkably stoically,
watching the start of her body’s mutilation with no more
than a gasp or whimper. Luckily for everyone, the twist
that dislocated her shoulder, allowing the whole doomed
limb to be detached, produced a better reaction. She let
out an agonised shriek, her face turning pure white,
leaving her staggering uncontrollably sideways.

Brian grabbed her and worked quickly, packing the
remains of muscle into the hole before gluing the
dangling flaps of skin over the damage. It was an
amazingly neat job, even from so close to the action
Mike could barely see the joins where the girl’s arm had
been. After a few years of growing and healing, he could
see how the women in the entrance hall could look so
perfect.

Mike still expected Angie to refuse, now she knew what
agony was involved. His cock shot up hard again as the
child held out her remaining arm to be dismembered –
although he thought he detected a slight tremble in it.
If there was, Brian wasn’t bothered by it, detaching the
second limb swiftly and easily. There was much cheering
from the audience as he inflicted more delightful pain
and distress on his young subject.

****

Miriam’s friend walked onto the stage pulling a little
trolley behind her as Mike wanked himself to yet another
grunting orgasm. Angie had just given a final thrilling
scream of girlish agony as her remaining leg was twisted
out. Now dressed as an old-fashioned nurse maid, the
older woman’s appearance gave rise to plenty of
chuckles. The trolley behind her had a steel dildo
welded to it, a mini version of the one Mike had
glimpsed briefly in the entrance.

As soon as Brian had sewn up Angie’s last flap of skin,
the nursemaid unceremoniously picked up the still
whimpering limbless torso, using the girl’s hair to get
a firm grip. A moment to find the right position, and
she was pushing down to impale the wailing child’s cunt
onto the metal phallus. Judging by the trickle of blood,
Angie might even have been a virgin, brutally taking the
rigid cold shaft as her pussy’s first experience.

With the rough impaling done, The nursemaid lent over to
speak sternly to the gently sobbing child. “Say goodbye
to the ladies and gentlemen Angie. Thank them for
staying to watch your torment.”

“Thank you everyone.” Angie managed to gulp. Getting a
little laugh when she squirmed awkwardly trying to wave
goodbye with limbs she no longer had. “I hope you
enjoyed seeing me suffer.”

Mike certainly had, and he hoped there’d be another
chance for him to use the girl’s willing mouth. There
wasn’t time to worry much now, as the stage was hastily
swept for the next act. He wondered what could top what
had happened already, and gave a little thrilled shudder
of anticipation.

****

Holly strode out onto the stage. Illuminated by her own
spotlight, she was now stark naked and scrubbed clean of
the gory evidence of her recent exertions on Caroline.
In the hard light you could really tell how undeveloped
her cute little body was, the piercings that pushed out
her nipples just emphasising how flat her chest was.
Only a touch of pot-belly, protruding above a smooth
crotch and the lacings covering her slit, hinted at the
internal damage the girl had suffered.

The little girl climbed onto the barstool that had been
placed in the centre of the stage. Holding her legs up
and wide, showing exquisite balance, she displayed her
pussy ornament to the assembled audience. The lacing not
only criss-crossed through piercings in her labia, but
continued into the crack of her arse, holding it closed.
To Mike it looked like it needed to be held shut, the
sphincter every bit as badly ruptured and gaping as he
could imagine a score of well-hung men could make it.

“Tonight I’ll be showing how much pain can be inflicted
on a young girl’s body with the merciless application of
heat.” announced Holly, finally lowering her legs to a
small wave of regretful sighs from the watching
audience. “You’ll be seeing every part of me blackened
and smouldering as I experience burning agony from a
selection of cruel devices.”

With that she slipped off the stool and took a pose -
legs apart and hands raised above her head. Immediately
Miriam and her friend were back on stage again, this
time dressed as extremely slutty nurses. While her
friend removed the stool, Miriam quickly began clamping
cuffs round the girl's wrists and ankles before hooking
ropes to each one.

As soon as she was secured, the ropes to her wrists
began rising, lifting up and stretching out her arms.
With such short legs, she was lifted clean off the stage
before the chains to her ankles were taught. Holly ended
up hanging two foot above the stage, her limbs stretched
out in an X.

“Please welcome on stage David, our electrician.” Holly
said clearly, when she finally came to rest. “He’s
promised to do something very special with my pierced
nipples.”

David, who turned out to be a young man appropriately
dressed in a boiler suit (apart from where a hard cock
pushed out through a hole in its crotch) stepped up onto
the stage to an appreciative round of applause. He gave
a signal and two more cables dropped down from the
ceiling, about five foot in front of where the Holly
hung. Dragging them over one by one, he fiddled around,
attaching them to the black bars that had been pierced
through the girl’s chest.

Stepping back and giving another signal, David watched
as the cables were slowly pulled back up. Eventually,
when Holly’s nipples had been pulled out maybe six
inches, causing her entire young body to curve
delightfully, he signalled to stop and left the stage.

For a minute it was not clear what was happening. Then a
sudden jerk and gasp from the girl, along with a little
wisp of smoke, directed everyone’s attention to a close
examination of her piercings. The little black bars
through her undeveloped breasts were already glowing a
dull orange. Holly’s torment was being started by having
her nipples grilled from the inside.

As Mike watched the naked prepubescent girl, in obvious
pain but not complaining ­ and certainly not begging for
all this to be stopped, he had to ask his father a
question.

“How come she’s so calm, knowing she is going to be
snuffed in as much agony as can be devised for her?”

“She’s been brought up knowing she’d be snuffed at some
point.” his father lent over the woman who was servicing
him before answering, though he didn’t take his eyes
from the stage. “Holly was born in the club. Her
entertainment, from before she could speak, has been
videos of stage shows and private sessions. I happen to
know she’s always been very fond of the one where she
was born.”

“You shot a video of her mother giving birth?”

“Not personally. I was too busy nailing the woman to the
table before performing a cesarean without anaesthetic.
It was particularly satisfying to make her last sight
her newborn daughter, naked and bloody, as I told her
what a perfect little snuff-slut the child would make.
Even at the end, her mother’s arsehole was still
clenching round my dick.”

He wanted to ask more, but at that moment the shadow of
the figure appeared between him and the stage. In a
second his eyes adjusted and he realised the figure was
a nurse, if you accepted that nurses wore hold-ups and
no panties. His eyes adjusted and he saw it was Miriam,
the woman whose arsehole he’d promised to ruin tomorrow

“Your turn with the blowtorch Mike.” she told him.
“There’s a little cunt up there waiting for you.”

Mike took the blowtorch and the proffered hand, letting
himself be led up onto the stage. Too dazed and aroused
now to worry that he was standing naked, with a prize
erection, in front of a room-full of strangers. He
peered almost quizzically at the little girl who was
naked and already suffering in front of him.

“Are you okay with my burning you?” he heard himself
asking - which seemed a bit stupid, what else could he
do? “This won’t be very nice for you.”

“Just hurt me.” Holly gasped, as her distorted chest
crackled and smouldered. "I’m only here to suffer for
your pleasure now.”

That was it, Mike didn’t need any more encouragement. He
knelt down and ran the blue-hot tip of the torch slowly
down the girl’s crotch, quickly burning away the lacings
that still covered her slit. Then he brought it back up
even more deliberately, enjoying the way her pussy’s
tight lips blistered and opened like a flower under the
scorching assault, revealing her most intimate parts.
Above him Holly gasped and yelped, but amazingly hadn’t
yet screamed.

“Should I burn out your little clit, like you did to my
wife?” he looked up at Holly and asked.

Tears were leaking from the girl’s eyes, but she
answered clearly enough.

“If it will please you.”

While he knew now he was going to do it anyway, he’d
found there was an added thrill in getting the little
girl’s permission to make her suffer. He held the flame
well back from the pale little button, delaying the
effect of the searing heat.

When it did hit Holly started bucking and screaming in
earnest. Mike had to clamp her thigh in the crook of his
arm to keep her steady enough to continue his burning
invasion. He didn’t stop even when the fat bubbling out
started to sizzle and burn. Only when the top of her
gash was a smouldering black hole did he finally pulled
the blow-torch away.

“Did you enjoy that?” Mike asked the mewling girl when
he finally stood up, grinning at her like a newly
naughty schoolboy.

“It was horrible, it hurt so bad.” Holly somehow managed
to pant back in a whisper. “Do you want to do it again?”

“No time for that I’m afraid.” Miriam cut in to tell
him, though she sounded regretful, gently taking Mike by
his cock using a hand damp from her own pussy juices.
“It’s time to get little Holly here roasting properly.”

“Roasting?” he asked curiously, as he was led back to
his seat.

“We have a special oven.” Miriam told him with a grin,
giving a pleasurable extra tug to the erection she was
leading him by. “I think you’ll enjoy it.”

A couple of well-built blokes rolled the oven onto the
stage, though it didn’t look much like an oven. Mike
thought it was more like one of those saunas you got in
old-fashioned films, the sort where you just saw
someone’s head poking through a hole in the top. There
was one difference, the doors on the front were glass.

As Holly was slowly lowered until she stood back on the
stage, the pair of nurses came back on to support her.
They unshackled the girl from the ropes, and Mike got an
extra shot of excitement when, bending over to release
an ankle, he got a good view of ‘his’ nurse’s arsehole
under her very short skirt.

The women didn’t even try to disconnect Holly’s nipples.
As soon as the girl staggered back the piercings ripped
out, with cooked nipples and breast-meat attached. Holly
didn’t notice, there couldn’t have been any nerves left
there undamaged. Instead she let herself be led, bow-
legged, across to the oven. Only when both her hands
firmly gripped the top of the device did she wave the
supporting arms away.

Turning cautiously, the little girl backed up, pushing
her neck into the cut-out on the top of the device. Her
burnt-out nipples and gash now fully on display, she
spoke to the audience in a hoarse but clear voice.

“Now, for your added pleasure, I shall be roasted alive.
In this specially constructed oven you will be able to
see my every agonised twist as I fight hopelessly to
escape. Just to prolong my torment, my head will be kept
clear and cool poking out through the top.”

It’s really was thrilling, and Mike was pretty sure, if
Angie had still been here, he would have snuffed her in
the throes of passion with his cock. With no one to
provide assistance, he began to wank harder, too excited
now to worry about how public he was.

Miriam and her friend closed the glass oven doors,
exchanging a passionate kiss as they finally clicked to.
Then they moved back, taking up station either side of
the oven. Lifting up their skirts the very few inches
needed to completely expose their hairy crotches, they
both began to slowly and deliberately masturbate.

Pretty soon the heating elements inside the oven began
to glow orange. As Holly started to show signs of
distress, giving out little gasps and cries, the nurses
gradually increased the speed of the fingers rubbing
into their cracks.

The audience was having plenty of fun as well, watching
Holly’s doomed young body dance like a demented
marionette. The girl could only escape the sizzling heat
from the sides and floor by lifting both legs, taking
her full weight on her trapped neck and half strangling
herself. Pretty soon, as she frantically contorted, her
ruined arsehole gave way, expelling a stream of blood
and excrement to sizzle on the floor beneath her.

Then the horribly abused girl seemed to tire, the
intensity of her screams diminishing a little. Someone
in the audience called out for a bucket of water to be
poured over the roasting little head, to keep her fresh
and alert.

“I’ll take care of that.” both nurses said in virtual
unison. After a quick exchange of grins, one of them
left their place.

Miriam climbed with surprising agility onto the top of
the oven, which must have been well insulated as she
showed no hint of discomfort. Squatting down over the
tortured girl’s head, to shouts of encouragement from
the enthusiastic audience, she sprayed a great stream of
yellow piss all over it. A good shot going straight into
Holly’s mouth, for a moment her screams were broken by
spluttering and choking.

All good things must come to an end, Holly’s desperate
dance eventually slowing and stopping, even after
Miriam's friend had emptied her own bladder over the
tortured child. When the cries of torment had finally
died away and the last little twitches stilled in her
half-roasted body, the brutally tortured child's remains
were wheeled off stage as the lights finally dimmed.

Immediately a call of “last orders” went up, and a bevy
of waitresses, dressed in the uniform that barely tried
to hide their charms, started circulating through the
room. With the evening drawing to a close there was a
bustle of groans and naked flesh around Mike, as his
fellow audience members looked set to carry the
entertainment on just that little bit longer.

At this point it now seemed perfectly acceptable to fuck
the staff, any slight attempts the waitresses might be
making to take orders were being stymied by a multitude
of cocks finishing off in their holes, or damp slits
being pushed against their tongues. When a skinny
redheaded one walked past, staggering a little after
some very rough treatment, Mike was desperate enough to
grab the woman and bend her unresisting form over his
chair. Not caring that her gash was already running with
other men’s spunk, he ploughed his own shaft deep and
hard into it.

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Chapter Five – Already an Old Hand
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Mike spent the night at the club. After all his
exertions he barely had the strength to stand and
certainly couldn’t stand up, let alome get himself home.
Unseen hands had helped him to a clean white bedroom.
When he awoke, just for a moment, he thought yesterday
had just been a dream. Then, as he tried to shake away
the shameful pleasure he assumed he’d dreamt – seeing
women, and even little girls, humiliated and tortured
for his delight - he took in his surroundings.

His bedroom at home had a window, and this room didn’t -
that was the first thing. While there were pictures on
the wall at home, none of them showed naked females -
and certainly not experiencing the torments on show in
these photographs. As the truth broke in, Mike tried to
be disgusted at his actions the night before - telling
himself they were so out of character - but there was
yet another of his erections under the sheets. That made
trying to call it a moment of madness wasn't going to
work.

Maybe someone was watching him, maybe he’d made more
noise than he thought, but at any rate he’d barely been
awake more than a minute before a young blonde woman
walked in carrying a tray with a steaming mug on it.

“Morning Mike.” the blonde said, putting the tray down
on his bedside table and sitting on the edge of the bed.
“Would you like me to give you some help with that?”

The ‘that’ she waved one hand towards, even brushing the
tip, was yet another raging erection for Mike that
tented the sheet inadequately covering his crotch. Still
not fully awake and overwhelmed by everything that had
happened to him in the last twenty-four hours, he lay
there unable to speak.

Even ignoring the whirlwind of emotions that still
seethed from last night, this was a lot to take in. In
his quiet life before it certainly hadn't been every day
Mike's coffee had been brought in by a stark naked
blonde with truly substantial boobs, even before you saw
across her belly, faded and pale, an old brand that
spelled out the word “fucktoy”. What’s more, he was sure
he’d seen her before.

“You can be as rough with me as you like.” she whispered
confidentially, leaning in close until one nipple was
pressing against his arm. “Even snuffing me is fine.”

Now Mike had placed her, it was probably the sensory
memory as her breast brushed against him again, this was
Miriam’s daughter! Her waitressing sash last night had
covered the brand, but seeing it explained why her
mother had chuckled filthily when she called her
daughter a little fucktoy – and she was offering him
anything he desired from her nubile young body. Like
mother, like daughter took on a whole new arousing
meaning for him.

That meant not one bit of last night been a dream, and
he could let every exquisite moment come back to him
clearly without embarassment. Mike didn’t think he’d
actually snuff the young blonde offering herself to him
this morning, he was half hoping he might get to abuse
mother and daughter together, but there was no way he
was going to resist the chance to hurt her. As a new man
he intended to start his day by treating those glorious
tits as punching bags - preferably while he rammed his
cock deep into her slender throat.

**THE*END**

© 2016 Urquhart Devlin
This story is a fantasy, set in another place, with only
the slightest passing nod to our reality as it’s
glimpsed on a distant horizon. If this isn’t immediately
apparent to you, dear reader, then you should not be
reading it.