I am looking for 2 stories that I read a while ago but I can't remember the site.

One was called Young, high, and ready to die. The other one was called Ball-Gagged Violent Classroom I believe.

>>27387

Those are by FiddyKucker and were posted on ravishu.com. Note that ravishu has officially banned any stories featuring underage characters to the stories may have been removed from there, but they were still on there when I read them ~6 months ago.

>>27396
It appears like they're no longer there. :(

>>27397

[Classroom]

Mr. Jacobs scanned the classroom. Twenty five little girls in their chairs, attempting to finish their test papers, but drooling from the Ball-gags in their mouths. Their spit had soaked their white blouses, and he could see the outlines of their nipples.

Oh, what joy it is to teach a class of seven year olds. He thought to himself, as he stroked his erect cock behind his desk.

The class were filling out an aptitude test to determine which classes they’d be sorted into next year. It was the last week of the year and Mr. Jacobs was impressed that he’d managed to keep each and every one of his students alive all year round. Usually, he’s snuffing one or two every other month, but this year he’d saved them all up for the last week. He wanted a seriously indulging death orgy this time round.

At the bottom of each test was a voting section, that he had added personally, allowing the girls themselves to determine who gets killed this year. He loved to make them choose. Of course, he only allowed them to pick three girls, he would pick the other four. Seven seven year old’s was what he’d decided. What a way to end the year.

Soon enough, Mr. Jacobs was collecting the girls drool-stained papers. Those that had been particularly-droolly received a hard slap across the face when he collected their papers. One even received a punch to the stomach.

He knew it would take him a few minutes to collate the votes, so he put on a film for the girls to watch while they eagerly anticipated this years snuffing. The film was the fourth in a series of snuff films, wherein a group of large, muscular black men would visit random play parks across the country and grab random girls. In this particular instalment, the group had grabbed three girls. The first was a blonde, blue-eyed 12 year old, who was clearly escorting her younger sister who they ignored. The second a skinny brown-haired girl around the age of 7. And lastly, they ripped a child that was clearly under a year old from her mothers arms.

First thing they did was beat the youngest to death, and throw her corpse back at her mother.

They then proceeded to (in turn) face fuck the 7 year old. When they’d all had a turn cumming down her throat, the largest of them held her in the air by her neck, crushing her throat, as another punched her stomach multiple times. When they were done, they lay her on the ground, but she was still breathing, just about. It was at this point the largest stomped on her head, crushing her skull.

Lastly, they raped the eldest girl, making sure to penetrate and demolish each and every hole in her body. They start with her cunt, then her asshole, then her mouth, then they used a drill to open her ear canals and fucked her brain to mush.

This was a favourite film of Mr. Jacobs’. He’d shown it to all his previous classes.

Once it was over, he had found the three nominees. Anya Potechko, a lithe, slavic girl. Maria Martin, an ebony-beauty. And Jessica Rhodes, a blonde girl. He was quite surprised at the last choice, since she was one of the most popular girls in the class. He guessed she had made some enemies this year.

When he read out their names, the three of them rose, solemnly and made their way to the front of the class.

“Now,” he began “I’m also going to pick four girls to join us. When I call your name, you are to rise and stand with the others. Lucy Barton.”

The pale, ginger girl with freckles rose, whimpering and headed for the front of class. She was seven months pregnant, and it showed.

“Danie Salisbury”

Danie, the class whore, made her way to the front.

“Kira Jones”

Another brunette, also pregnant. Almost due.

“And lastly, Michaela Shen”

A sexy little Asian girl rose. She looked oddly enthusiastic.

Mr. Jacobs looked at the girls. Their shapely, chiselled bodies quivering out of excitement and fear. He traced the shape of their sexy legs from their black heels, up their knee-high socks to their plump butts, peaking out from under their tiny skirts. Their tight, drool-drenched blouses showed off their tight bodies, and their plump lips were wrapped around the red gags.

“These seven girls have the honour of dying today! Let’s give them a round of applause!”

The rest of the class thundered, glad to have avoided death for another year.

“But, we don’t need TWO pregnant sluts right now! How about we have an abortion?”

And with that he grabbed Kira by the hair, punched her twice in the face so she bruised and then began pounding at her huge stomach. She drooled more.

“It looks like Kira’s being turned on by the feeling of her unborn baby dying! Well, how about I cut it out for you?”

Mr. Jacobs pulled open his drawer and grabbed a long knife. He pushed the tip of the blade into her bellybutton and she began screaming through her gag. As he ripped open her sexy stomach, her unborn baby fell out. Damaged, but not dead.

As if it was nothing, Mr. Jacobs grabbed the child, and slid it’s tiny butthole onto the tip of his cock and pushed it down all the way. It screamed in pain as it’s inside were being torn apart. To silence the child, he crushed it’s throat in his hands and it soon went limp on his shaft. He removed Kira’s gag, and told her with her last breath she was to make out with her baby. He watched as her wet tongue entered the dead baby’s mouth as the mother too went limp.

“Well, that’s goodbye to Kira! Next, let’s try little Jessica! Come over here and pull this dead whore off my cock.”

As Jessica pulled on the dead baby, Mr. Jacobs grabbed her hand, and forced her to slide the corpse back down his shaft. He stared her in the eyes as he did this a couple of times. She got the hint and continued to stroke his cock with the dead body. He beckoned for Maria to come over, and she did, very politely. He removed her gag, put his lips to hers and shoved his tongue into the mouth of the 7 year old black girl. She closed her eyes, losing herself in the moment. To remind her of the situation, he bit her lip. Hard. She began to bleed.

“Worthless cock-hungry nigger.” He shouted at her, as he raised his arm, heavy hammer in hand, and brought it down into her skull. With a crunch she fell to the floor, a clear dent in her head, blood pouring out. She still twitched, so he stamped on her a few times before she finally died. All the while, Jessica had been pounding his cock with a dead baby. He sprayed cum out of the baby’s mouth and onto Jessica’s gorgeous little face.

He pulled the ruined corpse of his member and threw it at one of the girls still sat at their desk. His attention was now entirely on Jessica.

“You’re a perfect little slut, aren’t you?”

She nodded respectfully.

“He punched her in the face before flipping her round and pulling her panties down. He barely had to lift up her tiny skirt and began stroking her butthole with his cock. Before plunging deep into it, he had an idea. He pulled open another desk drawer and withdrew a pair of garden clippers and a large rock.

He handed the rock to Anya and the clippers to Michaela.

“The two of you are to fight to the death, while I ruin little Jessica’s butthole. The survivor of your battle gets to die sucking my cock.”

As he shoved deep inside the little seven year old slut, Anya’s throat was cut. The fight was over instantly. It didn’t stop him from pounding Jessica’s ass. When he was near to cumming, he ordered Michaela to pick up the rock and smash Jessica’s head in for him. As he watched the tiny girls head get pulverised, he came buckets into her butthole.

He then ordered Michaela to suck him clean. As she did, he shoved the garden clippers through her temple and out the other side. He now had handles to use to fuck her mouth. While he did this, he looked at the last two snuffees, Danie and Lucy. He decided to make Danie cut Lucy’s stomach open and force feed her her own daughter, all while he fucked Danie’s dripping wet cunt. The little child whore seemed to get off to all the violence.

Watching that child devour her own baby was purely amazing. He came inside Danie, for a split second thinking she could get pregnant, but then remembering that he is going to kill her. So he grabbed the clippers, shoved them through the back of her head, through the front and into Lucy’s throat. The two girls looked like they were seeing face to face, but each was locked into their final emotion during the violent rape:

Pure Bliss.

When Mr. Jacobs was done, he demanded two of the other girls stay behind to clean up the mess. The rest of the class could leave. He fucked both of the cleaning students and then unloaded the CCTV footage of his little escape. He loved every second of it, and every second of it was on camera. Now his favourite bit was coming up.

He gets to tell the parents about what he did to their sweet innocent daughter, meanwhile noticing the fathers stiff erection and how adamant he is he sees the film. If he sent the father a copy, he’d probably rape his other daughters to the site, meanwhile, the wife is in grieving.

Another year and another snuff. Mr. Hacobs felt content.



[YHRTD]
“GOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOD MORNING LADIES AND GENTLEMEN!” The host, Brad Adams, called to the camera, as he always did when the show began. “It is 8:30am on a beautiful Saturday morning, and we have a real treat for you today!”

I swear to God he says that every time… Frank thought to himself, rooted deep into his sofa, watching the buzzing outdated box in his living room.

“Today, snuff-lovers, we have the shows very first full on orgy!” Frank perked up hearing that. Maybe they DO actually have a real treat for us today…

The screen flashed to a picture of ten men. Some white, some black, some short, some tall, but all of them ripped to shreds. A testosterone-filled tribute to the wonderfully brutal patriarchy Frank lived in.

“Today, our contestants have been tasked with finding their own victims! They took to the streets to find not one… not two… not three… but FIVE sexy little sluts to fuck and kill for your viewing pleasure!”

Frank sat up in his seat. “Jessica!” he called to his wife. “Bring Denise in here, will you? There’s a new episode of Young, High and Ready to Die on. I think it’ll accurately teach her her role in the world.”

Quickly, Jessica had brought their four year old daughter into the living room, and plonked her down on her Daddy’s lap. He stroked her auburn hair and gave her a kiss. “Watch this my darling. You’ll like this.”

When they’d turned their attention back to the TV, they were already mid-way into the first kidnapping. “Darryl and Andy here, decided to find their chosen fuckmeat at a nearby play park.”

The two massive figures walked past the multicoloured railings. Inside, boys played on swings and slide, and girls rubbed their butts on large, mounted, vibrators and sucked lots of dick. The usual stuff. At first, it looked like the men were heading for a set of twin blonde girls, no older than eight, but they swiftly passed them, but pushed their heads together for a light “clunk” as they went. Their real target turned out to be a young two year old blonde girl on her mothers lap. She wasn’t pudgey, like most kids her age, but instead rather lithe. She looked fragile.

One man punched the mother in the face, breaking her nose, as the other pulled the slut from her arms. That was victim number one.

“Look, Denise.” Frank pointed, Denise stared at the TV wide-eyed. “They’re going to hurt that little girl.”

“Yay!” She called out in response.

Frank simply smiled and patted her on the head. The TV then cut to one man walking down a street. “Mark, however, decided he would work alone. He’s taken to the streets to check out all the hot ass the city has to offer.”

He seemingly walked past many young girls, but none took his fancy. Then, a slightly pregnant eight year old walked past him. He turned to watch her, before yanking on her blonde ponytail. She fell back towards him.

“Is he going to hurt her, Daddy?” Denise asked.

“Let’s see shall we.”

Mark pulled the girls face close to his, opened her mouth, inspected her tongue and lips, took a peek at her puffy nipples, rubbed her pregnant little bump, but ultimately decided to spare her. He gave her a slap before sending her on her way. “Beat it, kid.”

“Oh…” Jessica whimpered. “I wanted him to hurt her.”

“Don’t worry, darling, he’ll find a slut to damage.” Frank began rubbing his daughter’s tiny thighs. Getting turned on by her young depravity.

Finally Mark had found another pregnant girl. This time, she was much further along, but she looked to be roughly the same age. She had brown, long hair, a few freckles on her otherwise bare face, and some well shaped, if slightly thin, lips. But in her tall black heels, and tight blue body dress, that only accentuated her baby bump. He performed all his inspections, and even squeezed her young butt. He grabbed her by the throat and pulled her down the road. “You’re coming with me, slut.”

Frank patted Denise’s sexy thighs. “There you go!”

Denise giggled in excitement.

“Next up, we have Mike, Kenny and Sam. They’re waiting outside a local highschool. Although there is three of them, they can only bring back one girl.”

“One girl!” Denise protested. “Not fair!”

Frank chuckled. “I know, darling, I know.” He could feel her young pussy juices flowing from anticipation.

The three black men stood at the gates, as droves of highschoolers approached them. Their slutty uniforms showcasing their sexy, bruised stomach’s, or in some cases, their baby bumps. One of the men grabbed a ginger girl by the throat, no older than seventeen. He looked her up and down, and fiddled under her panties.

“What about this bitch?”

“Too old” the tallest of them remarked. He let her go, without really hurting her.

“What about her?” The last guy asked, pointing at a pregnant seventeen year old blonde girl.

“Still too old.” he was clearly in charge.

Their eyes scanned the schoolkids, before the tallest of them squinted. “Bingo.”

He was clearly watching someone approach, but it was uncertain who. But before anyone knew it, he’d punched a fourteen year-old asian girl in the face, and she’d dropped to the floor.

“That looked like it hurt.” Frank exclaimed.

“That looks like fun!” his sexy daughter replied. Frank smiled, before sliding his own fingers into her panties. He simply rested them under her clit. She began grinding slightly.

“Now, we’re going to take it over to Jake and Ralph.” The feed cuts to two surly men looking through a window into a house. “They’ve spent the last week tracking down their victim! They settled on little Katie Haywood. Let’s watch them take her from her home.”

Jake and Ralph could clearly see six-year-old Katie sat at the table doing her homework. One of them beckoned her over to the window.

“Hello?” She asked timidly.

“Hello Katie. Are your parents home?”

“No, they’re both out.”

It was now clear that little Katie had been a dirty slut, as her belly was showing almost nine months of pregnancy.

“Oh well. I guess we’ll leave them a note.” One of the men said, as I he whipped out a pen and notepad. He quickly scribbled something on it and passed it to her. “Could you put this somewhere they’ll find it?”

She read the note out loud. “We’ve taken your filthy, slutty daughter for the gameshow “Young, High and Ready to Die.”, don’t expect her home!”

Katie’s face lit up at the news. “OH MY GOSH!” She squealed. “I love that show!”

She quickly ran and put the note on the table, before running out the front door. One man took her by the hand and they wandered away.

Denise, who was now slouching on her Daddy’s lap, his erect cock rubbing her butthole, sat up and turned to him. “She’s so lucky.”

“And why’s that, darling?”

“She get’s to be beaten up and killed.”

“Don’t worry. You’ll get that opportunity too, soon.”

“I hope so.” Denise said, turning back to the show.

Frank unbuttoned his pants, and pulled out his dick. He lifted Denise, and forcibly shoved her down onto it, pushing his member through her tight butthole. Denise giggled and began stroking his dick with her cervix.

“And our last victim,” Brad Adams began, “is none other than my own daughter, Hannah! Bring her out, guys!”

At the click of his fingers, the final two men brought out a ten year old girl with straight black hair and bangs. Her arms and legs were stumps, fitted with screw-in sockets, so that you could mount her to walls or the ceiling, or even screw in your own tools. She was dressed almost entirely in black latex, with only holes for her head, nipples, cunt and ass. Her mouth was fitted with an o-gag, and as such, she was drooling all over herself. Painful looking scars adorned the skin we could see.

Denise stopped pumping away when she saw this glorious sight. “Woah. Daddy. I wanna be like that.”

But Frank simply shoved her ass down on his cock again, and began slowly thrusting into her ass.

“Now, all of our contestants and victims are ready. Let us prepare the table of tools, the pleasure pad, and the killing quarters. We’ll catch you after this ad break!”

The show’s theme song played out and Denise jumped off of Franks lap and raced for the kitchen.

“Mommy mommy!”

“Yes, Denise?”

“Daddy says one day men are going to hurt-fuck me too! Maybe they’ll even snub me!”

Jessica chuckled. “Do you mean snuff, darling?”

“Yeah, snuff!”

“I’m sure they will. You’re a hot, slutty piece of ass. It’s inevitable!”

“I can’t wait mommy! Can we find someone to do it now?”

“Well,” Jessica glanced towards the living room. “I think your father wants you around for a little longer. Of course, it may not be up to him, but he’s not going to parade you around as just another hunk of flesh for them to fuck and kill just yet.”

Denise’s face dropped. “Oh… Okay… Maybe next week then…”

“Yes dear. Maybe next week.”

Frank’s dick was going soft. “Denise! If you come suck my dick I’ll slap you a few times as a treat!”

She was there before you could say “Daddy’s Dirty Slut”.

She was still sucking when the show resumed, but Frank let her watch. Not without her slaps, of course. Three to be precise. All to her right cheek. She loved it.

“Welcome back to Young, High and Ready to Die! We’ve drugged up our snuffbunnies, and our contestants are ready to fuck and kill them!”

Denise was confused. “Daddy, what is drug up?”

“Drugged up.” he corrected. “It means they’ve given the girls medicine that makes them feel pain as pleasure. A lot more than you would normally.

“Oh wow! Can we get the Drugged Up Medicine, please?”

“Maybe one day…”

First up to bat, was the little blonde girl from the park. Only two years old, but already sexy as hell. She sat on one mans lap, who had his fingers rubbing her clit through her tiny kids leggings. He was simultaneously grinding her butt on his cock. Another man struck her against the face. This got Frank and Denise going.

She sat on her Daddy’s lap as they watched it, and he played with her clit. His other hand massaged her tiny nipple. Every punch the two year old received, Frank pinched hard on his daughter’s clit.

Behind them, the three from the school were triple penetrating their asian schoolgirl. Her uniform was in shreds, and she was taking a black cock in her mouth, a black cock in her ass and a black cock in her pussy. The guy fucking her throat punched her square in the stomach, and she wriggled in pleasure.

This drove Frank to rip off his own daughters clothes, and shove his cock deep inside her pussy. Slamming with each punch.

Next to enter the scene was Brad’s daughter, and her two assailants. They screwed a hook to each of her legs, and dangled her upside down from the ceiling. First they took it in turns fucking her mouth, but eventually they began to use her as a punching bag. She swung between the two as the exchanged punches. She began to drool blood before long.

Then we had pregnant little Katie. First things first that baby bump had to go. One guy held her down on the ground, as the other repeatedly stamped on her mound. She was clearly having the time of her - and her baby’s - life. Once she was sufficiently bleeding from the pussy, they spit roasted her. Each man taking a different end.

Last to join in was Mark, with his pregnant slut. He had no intention of fucking her. He was here only to brutally murder a child and her unborn child. He grabbed the largest knife he could find on the Table of Tools, made a large incision, and cut the baby out. It was a girl. He grabbed the blade and proceeded to fuck the baby’s unborn cunt with the blade.

He then fucked her mothers throat with the same tool. Both died, and he simply came in his pants.

At this point, Frank was hoisting Denise up, only by her hair, and was brutally ramming her slopping pussy as they watched the show together. Father-daughter bonding time.

Next to be brutalised was the two year old. While one man ravaged her asshole with his cock, he shoved her forwards so that her throat was being fucked by a 9-inch rubber dildo suction mounted to the wall. She tool both shafts down to the balls. After focusing on this for a short while, the other man brought his axe down on her skull, killing her. Her body twitched out a little and the guy fucking her butt came inside of her.

“Two snuff bunnies down, three to go!” Called out the presenter.

It was his daughter next. You can only be a punching bag for so long, before dying. Thankfully, the two men knew when to stop and instead cut her stomach open, and fucked her newly-made slit. Even with the gag in, you could tell the pain-pleasure drugs were working. Moaning, drooling and licking all over the place. She was getting turned on by a fully grown man fucking a hole in her stomach. Before long she was beginning to lose consciousness. one man had come inside her guts, but the other hadn’t finished. So they began kicking her face to keep her awake. Eventually, he sprayed his load and pulled away for the camera to see the hot mess.

At this sight, Frank began choking his daughter, and changed from fucking her pussy to fucking her ass. She was relishing in the pain.

Brad pretended to cry. “Goodbye, my sweet child!” He began laughing, and then pumped her dead corpse full of his own semen.

“What do you say we give the final two girls a proper send off in the Killing Quarters? We have a fine selection of tools. A jigsaw, a jackhammer, a drill, a sledgehammer, a compactor! You name it!”

Through the intense pounding and choking she was receiving, Denise managed to utter out a few words. “They… eck… th… they should pu… put them… eck… both in th… the crushing machine! Eck!”

And, as if by magic, one of the contestants had the idea to put a double-sided vibrator in the girls asses, and shove them both in the compactor. Both were exhausted, but obviously carried on, as good little snuffbunnies do. Especially when they’re about to be murdered in a gruesome way.

They both repeatedly rammed their little asses together as the compactor slowly began to close.

Knowing what was coming, Frank switched to pulling Denise’s hair with one hand, and choking her with the other.

Brad quickly whispered something to the girls, who both - without ending their anal pumping - looked to the camera and said in unison “We are filthy little snuffbunnies, and we deserve nothing more than to be killed for your entertainment. We are worthle-”

But before they could finish their sentence, the compactor had crushed their bodies, and their heads had shattered and exploded out the front.

In unison with this gloriously bloody double-childmurder, Frank dropped Denise’s hair, and punched her three times in the back of the head, as he came buckets into her filthy little butthole. He knocked her unconscious. He pulled his four-year old daughter’s limp, sexy slut body off his 10-inch cock and threw her into the dogs bed, where their two great danes managed to spitroast the little body. But Frank made sure she survived.

Tonight, Denise got a taster of her life to come, but he would turn her into his own personal snuffbunny, some other night. She did deserve it after all. He clicked off the TV, but still had a murderous urge to fulfill, and so grabbed his 16-year old wife, Jessica, and shoved a long kitchen knife into her stomach and chest multiple times whilst tickling her throat with his tongue.

>>27404


Story Tags:

Male Domination
Biology Alteration
Rape
Underage
Violence
Grievous Bodily Harm (GBH)
Public Humiliation
Snuff
Bestiality
Unrealistic Pregnancy


This story is the background to my new work called "SnuffWorld Stories". It takes place in a fictitious universe with different rules to ours that you can read more about in this post.



Introduction - The Multiverse Theory

The Multiverse theory dictates there is an infinite number of unique universes running parallel to our own. Each one could be so drastically different from the last that some pretty crazy universes exist. A universe where instead of climbing into cars we climb into Dogs that fly around at the speed of sound. Or a universe that instead of drinking water to survive we drink liquified lemon trees. Or even a universe where instead of using the internet to communicate we fart a silver sparrow out of our ear that travels to the recipient and sings them a song that holds the message we wished to send.

But then there's the universes that are ever so slightly different. A universe where Barack Obama sneezed this morning, whereas in ours, he did not. Or a universe where the toilet was invented exactly 24 hours earlier than it was in ours. Or even a universe where my mother has one less hair than in this one.

The possibilities are endless, but the universe I've come to talk to you about today, I call "SnuffWorld". It lies somewhere between the extremely different and the slightly different. Nothing drastically crazy, but a significant change.

In SnuffWorld, men love to abuse girls.


Men Of SnuffWorld

In SnuffWorld, all men are horny and muscular. They are large in size, and violent in nature. They love nothing more than to hurt and destroy a vulnerable girl. They are attracted to women of all ages, equally.

Women Of Snuffworld

Women are rarely well-built or muscular. Instead they are small, fragile and weak, but very very resilient.

Societal Implications of This

Girls are free to be used in any way by any man (unless her father/husband/owner has made it clear that she is not available in this way) at any time. This means you could walk into a shop and shoot the female clerk in the head, or a teacher could choke a female student to death at her desk, or a father could rape all the girls at his daughters birthday party. All of this is socially acceptable.

To accommodate for so many girls being killed daily, the government has performed genetic adaptation to cause ten girls to be born for every boy. They have also adapted the female population to be fertile and able to safely carry a pregnancy to birth from the age of four upwards. Not that the majority of pregnancies make it that far, most men forcibly abort a pregnancy for the sexual thrill of it. Knives, punching, kicking, baseball bats, whatever.

The Media brainwashes young girls to teach them that their only purpose in life is to pleasure men in any way they can. Their only value to society is how hard they make the men around them, and that the ultimate experience for a girl is to be killed by a man. They do this by introducing sex and violence in kids media from a young age. Dora the Explorer being raped and beaten by the men around her. The Powerpuff girls losing to their male enemies, and subsequently being fucked senseless. Pop music that emphasises sex and violence. Even their clothes have slogans on them like "#rapebait", "Daddy's Little Toy" and "Spank Me, Choke Me, Kill Me".

Meat-Doll Spectrum

On the low end of the spectrum are "Meat". It is the slang term for a girl who is afraid of men. A girl who panics when they're near. A girl who cries from the humiliation of being fucked or beaten. These are the girls resistent to the brainwashing.

On the other end are the "Dolls" of the world. Girls whose entire life revolves around teasing men, and being fucked brutally. They dress slutty, cake on the make up and love to be hurt. They fell for it. Some Dolls even claim to receive sexual pleasure from pain, but they are in the <10% minority.

Interestingly, though, most men prefer to hurt Meat over a Doll, because they love seeing the fear and panic and suffering in their eyes.


This series aims to show you the wonderful universe of SnuffWorld, and explore the various dynamics of this world.






Snuff'd! - Sophie Turner


Story Tags:

Celebrity
Gangbang
Rape
Public Humiliation
Violence
Torture
Grievous Bodily Harm (GBH)
Incest
Snuff



This story is the first instalment of many in a miniseries called "Snuff'd", which is part of a larger work called "SnuffWorld Stories".



Sophie Turner was staring intently at the camera, the lights almost blinding her. It had been a long day. Her makeup and hair took at least three hours, but when she was ready the studio wasn’t. She had to wait another hour before it began. Before all of this she’d been doing interviews for two different news outlets, regarding the recent death of her character on Game of Thrones.

“Me?” She’d replied when asked whether they hurt her on screen or a body double. “The girl was skinned alive! I’m still here, aren’t I?!”

“Oh yes of course!” The, obviously new and starstruck, journalist had replied.

“Of course it was a body double.” She finished, exasperated.

The interviews took long enough, but at least she didn’t need to be all dolled up for them too. There was definitely something odd about this photoshoot, though. The preparation length, the relatively small crew and how quickly it had been set up. She only heard about it from her manager, her father, the day before.

She pouted to the camera seductively, and gently touched her hair. It was done up in an intricate bun. Her entire get up seemed to make her look particularly dainty - a tight white dress, accenting her figure, big hoop earrings and white heels. Some of the largest heels she’d seen at that… She’d joked to the woman that did up her hair about them being pornstar heels.

The shoot itself had taken longer than most, and she was anxious to leave, but just as they were wrapping up for the day, there was an ominous knock on the studio door. Everyone in the room looked to each other in a knowing way, besides Sophie. She looked to her father for explanation, but he just smiled at her.

When one of the two runners working for the studio opened the door, four large black men stormed into the room. They looked like four mounds of muscular flesh clad in white vests and shorts, and they were all darting towards her.

Before she could do anything, two of them had grabbed her arms, one had her legs and the last was stood in front of her. She tried her best to wriggle free of their grasp, but nothing worked. The camera man moved closer.

That was when the first punch came. The first of many.

The room span, and she tried to double over in pain, but the men held on tight. She felt like she would vomit, but had nothing to throw up. She looked up just as another fist landed on her stomach. Once again she tried moving to no avail.

It was after she’d recovered from the second punch that the man stepped back, and the runner who opened the door approached the stage. He removed his hat and pulled off his beard. A fake beard. It was Ashton Kutcher.

She knew then that she was doomed.

“Well was that an entrance or what!?” He asked the camera “We have here, for your viewing pleasure, the sweet young red-headed brit, Sophie Turner, totally out of her element. Stay tuned to watch her be brutally murdered for your entertainment!”

She was on his hit show “Snuff’d” wherein he plans out and conducts a brutal gangbang and murder of a female celebrity, and then shows it on national television. She’d seen a couple of episodes and knew how bad it was for the girl being raped, and knew there was no getting out of it. She just hoped they killed her quickly.

She looked to her father who had set the whole thing up. “Dad?”

He smiled once at her before the man holding her right arm snapped it like a twig at the elbow. White-hot pain jolted across the entire length of her arm and across her chest. She screamed as loud as she could, but one of the men shut her up by punching her across the jaw.

They all let go of her and she fell to the floor, landing on her arm, but felt no pain. She felt no fear, no anger, no sorrow. She was in shock. She just lay there as the room span back into focus, and the heat of the pain in her arm returned, now coupled with a severe bruise on her jaw line.

Her eyes full of tears, she saw three men who had pulled out their enormous throbbing cocks. Almost too big to comprehend they made her dizzy. But there was only three. Where was the fourth?

She found out where he was when the back of her dress ripped open and her butt hole was prized apart by what felt like a giant snake made of rubber. His cock was squeezing its way into her tight ass, and she began to bleed. She screamed at the pain, but received another punch in the face, this time cracking her cheek bone.

She was quickly learning to not scream, else she would be in far more pain than she was already. She spied her father watching eagerly as the men violated his own daughter. He looked as happy as can be.

Her view was obstructed, though, as one of the men had hoisted her up by her hair and shoved his cock into her mouth. Her teeth were getting in the way, but it was nothing a couple of punches couldn’t fix. She spat blood and teeth to the ground, and it began staining her dress. She now understood the wardrobe decisions.

He put his veiny dick back into her mouth and seemed much more satisfied. He pumped away at her, using her saliva and blood as lubrication. He was so big that his tip was genuinely half way down her throat. When he pulled it out, she saw her blood and saliva mixed, glistening all over his shaft. He clearly liked the site of it as he plonked the sloppy dick onto her face, noting that it was longer, and took a photograph. This is the photo they would use on the DVD cover for the scene, no doubt.

At this point, the man pumping her asshole had pulled out and came all over her back. She knew each man only came once in these videos, so she was a quarter way to being finished. While she was contemplating her road to completion, her earring were forcefully ripped out. Her ears now as much of a bloody mess as her ravaged asshole and mouth surely were. She screamed once more at the pain.

This time, two fists came at her, one slammed and broke her nose, the other impacted the back of her head. Dizzily, she rolled onto her back, trying to catch a breath, when one of her attackers jumped onto her stomach. Blood came spraying out her mouth and landed on her dress.

She rolled once more, now into the fetal position, but they showed her no mercy. Before she knew it, there was another throbbing black cock in her mouth, halfway down her throat. As she struggled for air, another cock entered her pussy, entirely dryback. The two men pumped her for a good ten minutes, whilst the other man threw punch after punch at her stomach. Eventually though, both her throat and pussy were filled with the men’s hot gooey semen.

Finally, she’d been given a bit of a rest. Only one man remained and he was talking with Ashton Kutcher. Sophie slumped herself up against a wall. Her right arm was dangling by the elbow, her face was bruised and bloody, her nose twisted into something vile, her ears were hanging limply and her dress had stained red entirely. Her father approached.

“Soph.” He said, and she looked to him.

“Why, Dad?”

He chuckled before replying. “Because it sounded like fun.”

He gave her his own little slap.

“And boy was I right.” He smiled. “Now smile, I want to take a photo to give to your Mom…”

He reached into his pocket and took out his camera phone, put her mess of a face next to his clean and sturdy one, and snapped a selfie.

“Now,” he began. “Stay strong, it’s almost over. You’ve done so well so far.”
She spat blood onto the floor as Ashton Kutcher and the camera approached her, the remaining attacker close behind them, a rope in his hands. Ashton turned to the camera and spoke.

“Well folks, our fun is almost at an end, but we’ve got a surprise guest to help out! Please welcome Sophie’s close-friend and co-star, Natalie Dormer!”

Out from the crowd strode the long-legged dirty-blonde actress. She snatched the length of rope from the man holding it and approached the broken red-head.

“Hi darling.” She smiled at her, before planting a long, sloppy kiss on her lips, her tongue reaching in to tickle her throat. When she pulled back her mouth was covered in Sophie’s blood. Quickly, she scratched Sophie’s face with her long nails, causing more blood to drip from her face to the floor. To add to the searing pain of the scratches, Natalie flew her palm across Sophie’s cheek in a loud slap.

Sophie slumped closer to the floor. This was when Natalie hooped the rope around the girl’s neck and threw the other end high above their heads. Sophie didn’t have the energy nor the willpower to follow where it went, but she knew what was coming. She braced herself.

She was violently hoisted into the air by her throat and dangled close to the ground. Her toes could just about reach it. The last man approached and tore off her blood-soaked dress. She was on the edge of suffocation. She could get the tiniest amount of breath into her lungs.

The camera surveyed her entire body. From the bloody mess that was her head, to her plump breasts, to her bruised stomach, to her ravaged cunt, to her long legs, to her perfect little toes. Ashton jumped in front of the camera.

“What is it they say before a stage show?” He asked. “Oh yeah, they say ‘Break A Leg’, don’t they?”

He stepped to the side and the black man snapped her left shin in half like a twig. A roar of pain erupted all the way up to her hips, as her shin bone burst through her soft skin. Her scream was met by a blow to the stomach.

In one quick movement, Natalie moved to Sophie’s cunt and began shoving her tongue deep inside, presumably licking the cum that was still dripping out. Natalie was clearly trained because despite the ferocious pain all across her body crushing Sophie’s entire spirit, she could feel she was near to climaxing in no more than five minutes. But just as she came, her right leg was snapped in two at the knee, and the man had shoved his cock far up her ass. The pain and pleasure mixed together in the instant and her body shook violently.

One more scream. Her longest scream. Her last scream. She screamed the whole time the man was pumping her ass, and it seemed to excite him. Before long, he’d too blown his load in her once-tight butthole. She was still screaming.

To shut her up the man grabbed the back of her head and began pounding the front with his enormous stone-like fist. The first punch broke her jaw. The second shattered her eye socket. The third only served as more pain. The fourth flattened her nose and her face became pulpy. The fifth, and last knocked her unconscious. Or maybe it killed her. Who could say at this point?

To ensure she really was dead, they hoisted her even further into the air. Her body twitched and turned slightly, before her eyes opened once more. She was awake for mere seconds before she finally died.

As always, Ashton Kutcher stuck his own dick in the dead girl’s throat and fucked her until he came. Whilst the body was still warm, they threw it into a see-through woodchipper, so that fans of the show could see her body fully destroyed in the bonus features of the DVD.

The Sophie Turner episode of Snuff’d was one of the most successful and well-received they’d ever done. It even won an award.




A Curch Sermon

Propaganda/Mind-Control
Mysogyny
Free Use
Abuse
Violence
GBH
Public
Snuff




The Lord's love is plentiful. All his children on the Earth receive his bounty, in one form or another.

A lawyer, fighting for justice, will find God's love in the feeling of accomplishment and pride. A cook, serving others, will find His love in the ecstasy of flavour. A street cleaner, washing, wiping and clearing, will find the Lord's love in a pristine city, that he himself has unsoiled.

But none will receive more love from the Almighty than the women of this world. Like an animal, placed here for our slaughter, she is made by him as a sacrifice for all men. Every inch of her being designed for our pleasure.

Look, for instance, to her mouth. Many would believe it exists for the purpose of speech, but in truth, it is a hole. A hole for pleasure. An entry into her supple body, that we may slide our erect members in and out of, lubricated by her saliva. Some women's mouths are not large enough, and so the Lord has granted all men the strength to snap the lower jaw, to make the room that we desire.

Her body is tight and soft, and bruises like a peach. Rupturing her stomach with any sharp tool, especially when pregnant, is a great joy that all men are granted by Him. Her throat is the right size for our members to enter, and our hands to grasp tightly, to force the life out of her, and into heaven. Her nipples, sensitive to both pleasure and pain, are little toys for us to do with as we please. Jesus himself was known to burn them or rip them with his teeth.

We come then, to her arms and legs. Sexual and sensual, yet oh so fragile. A simple bend in the right place will shatter them, send sensations shooting from the snap to her heart. Her buttocks plump and juicy, conceals a tight, yet maleable, hole. The bible tells tale of men shoving not only their members inside, but knives and flames too! And look also, at her eyes. Big, beautiful, entrancing things, but behind them, a hole straight to her soft, squishy brain that should fit a man's sex.

The Lord created women to show his love to men, but do women receive more love? For this existence, of constant brutal violation and torture, is one of joy and comfort to a woman. They crave this experience, enjoying nothing more than being violently abused. And once they have expired, died by the hands or penis of a man, they are to transcend to the Heavens, where the Lord is waiting for them. He and His Angel's shall give them an eternity of un-challenged abuse, the likes of which they could never receive on Earth. An eternal existence of undiluted agony that will truly complete them. Is this not the greatest gift of all?

A young girl once asked me "Father, what of those girls who do not like pain? Those we call 'Meat'?".

The truth is, Lucifer himself has taken hold of these girls. He has convinced them that the untold pleasures of life and Heaven are in fact horrors. They run from them, they block them out, they shy away from their truest, greatest destiny. And so, it is our job on Earth to put them through as much abuse as we can, so that they may learn to love the Lord's gift of pain, for if they die under the Devil's grasp, they will be condemned to an eternity in Hell, where in his ultimate act of trickery, he will put them through the extreme abuse he convinced them was a horror, but they will never learn to love it in those fiery depths.

So, please, take to the streets. Rape and kill the Dolls, who love the pain, so they may enter a joyous world of it, and abuse and torture the Meat, so they may come to understand the Lord's incredible gift.












A Day With Friends



Story Tags:

Underage
Interracial
Abuse
Violence
GBH
Public
Incest
Snuff


This story is the latest instalment in my series "SnuffWorld Stories". It takes place in a fictitious universe with different rules to ours that you can read more about here: http://ravishu.com/forums/index.php?topic=36947.0

I am always looking out for story ideas, suggestions and critiques to improve my writing. I am also up for collaboration, if I think we're a good fit. Feel free to PM me regarding any of these things. (I also consider requests, in case there are any certain kinks you would prefer left out of a new story)

Please enjoy.


Mike enjoyed the slurping sound of Sammy's tongue on his balls. She'd been pumping her head up and down on his dick for a short while as they waited for the train to arrive at their stop.

"You know they're opening a second station?" He asked, turning to Jermaine.

"What?" He replied, his hand down the front of the leggings of the little girl on his lap. "In Dixton?"

"Yeah, up by the old trading estate."

Sammy took her lips off Mike's shaft with a smacking noise. "Is there really a need for that?"

Mike only shrugged and looked out of the train window. Sammy returned to her blowjob. The little girl with the broken arm on Jermaine's lap started squirming as she came. Her father, who was in the opposite seat, just across the aisle from their table, leaned over.

"It's usually a tax evasion thing by the local council. Not sure how it works though." He eyed up Jermaine who was now suckling his fingers clean of the child's pussy juices. "Are you done with Amanda?"

Jermaine looked at the man, and then to his daughter. "Sure." he said, pushing her off his lap and onto the ground. She landed on her arm sending sharp pain through it. She squealed in excitement before her Dad scooped her up and began walking down the aisle to the door.

Mike watched Sammy's head bob up and down. Her slender pale neck was clasped tightly by a black choker, and he resisted the urge to choke her himself. Instead he hoisted her head away from his crotch and watched her dribble fall from her red lips, to her chin, to land with a quiet splat on the floor. "Come on, this is our stop."

As if on cue, the train's PA system announced their arrival. "We are now arriving at Dixton Central."

"See?" said Mike, as the three of them rose.

The PA continued "Please take any personal belongings or corpses with you."

Jermaine looked puzzled. "What?"

"They renamed the station in preparation for the new one." Mike clarified. Jermaine only nodded.

"Guys," Sammy began. "I've got to look after my sister Emily for an hour or so. She's at the station. Are you okay if she hangs out with us?"

"Yeah, whatever." Jermaine grunted.

Mike raised an eyebrow. "How old?"

"She's fifteen."

"Nice." Both guys said in unison.

They alighted the train with the father and daughter from earlier. The six year old girl was wearing black leggings and no top. Mike watched her bare back and felt an urge. "Hey guys, check this out." He said before walking ahead of them along the platform. Picking her up and throwing her onto the tracks.

The three of them - and the girls father - waited for her to climb up, but Mike only kicked her in the face so she fell back down. After an announcement from the station PA, the train departed, running smoothly over the child. The three of them chuckled before heading out of the station.


Sat outside was Emily, Sammy's younger sister, with a business man jacking off onto her face. His cum landed on her soft cheek and she didn't even flinch. She wore a short, see through dress, black fishnet tights, medium heels, black panties and a black bra. Her make up was of the bimbo variety and her brown hair was done up in a pony-tail beginning at the very top of her head. It resembled a handle and made her look extra doll-like.

She had curvy hips and a tight waste like her sister, but had only small mounds where her sister had buxom breasts. They shared pale skin, but Emily had clearly visited a tanning salon. When she saw Sammy and her friends she gave a shy wave but didn't stand.

"There's the slut." Pointed Sammy, who briskly walked to her sister, wiped off the cum and swallowed it. Emily rose and hugged her big sister. As they embraced, a man walked past and smacked Sammy on the butt. Mike admired it for a short time. It wasn't huge, but wasn't small. It was well shaped and was jiggling after the mans hand moved away from it. Sammy's black leggings complimented it well.

"Come on sluts!" Mike said, shoving his hand between Sammy's buttcheeks and poking at her butthole. "I need a good murderfuck, the younger the better!"

The girls let go of eachother and the four walked away from the station.


It was a sunny day, but there was a slight breeze to cool them down. They strolled through the high street making chit-chat and window shopped.

Sammy had the group stop outside subway so she could get a sandwich, she left the two guys with her sister outside.

"So, Sammy says you're like, fifteen?" Jermaine asked, looking her up and down, raping her with his eyes.

"That's right. How old are you guys? Sammy's age?"

Jermaine laughed. "No, we're older. I'm thirty-two and Mike's twenty-eight."

Sammy was what a lot of people referred to as a "Lolita" - a girl who hangs out with men much older than her. She was only eighteen, but preferred to be raped and abused by much older men.

"Oh, right." Emily responded awkwardly.

Jermaine reached his neck over to check out Emily's ass. It was much bigger than Sammy's. And in her see-through dress he could see that it was almost bursting out of her underwear. "You know, you've got a nice butt."

"Thanks, my dad says the same..."

Mike's dick hardened. "You and your old man close, are you?"

"I guess you could say that..."

Mike ran his fingers along Emily's lips, as Jermaine gave her ass a firm squeeze.

"So," began Mike "why were you in Dixton?"

"Shopping" she mumbled into his finger.

"For?" he removed his hand.

Emily reached into the bag she'd been carrying as Jermaine also let go of her butt. She pulled out a contraption of some sort in a packet. It looked like a belt with some sort of computer device attached to it. On the packaging the brand read "Choke Me Out!" in big pink lettering. There was an image of a little girl with one around her neck, her face was purple, and she was dribbling from her mouth.

"What is it?" Jermaine asked.

"It's a toy."

"What does it do?"

"You can like set how tight you want it to choke you and how long for. My last one broke because I used it so much."

Mike looked at the teenagers neck and saw the marks. "You like being choked, hey?" Emily nodded. "Well, maybe I'll get my hands round your neck in a bit."

"I'd like that." She smiled at him.

Sammy exited the shop with a bruise on her forehead. Apparently someone in there had punched her. She was eating her sub, but managed to mumble the words "Shall we go?" and the four of them headed towards the nearby daycare centre.


On their walk they passed a group of teenage girls, two of which recognised Emily. The two groups stopped to greet eachother. The first girl had long, tanned legs, with bruises and cuts running all along them. Her heels made her look even taller than she was and her blonde hair hung around her body.

"Hey!" she greeted Emily, before they began to make out. When their lips parted, Emily returned the greeting.

"What you up to, Em?" The second girl had clearly had some surgery done. She was no older than Emily, but had huge breasts and an enormous butt. Her lips were truly plumped up and she had the words "Daddy's Fucktoy" engraved into her forehead. Her pink ribbon-like attire barely covered anything but her nipples and pussy. It was one long loop that snaked round her neck, over her breasts, round her waist, back round her hips, between her legs and between her buttcheeks. She had even more make-up on than Emily and her head was shaven.

"I've just been shopping, and now I'm hang-" she was cut off by a hard punch to the jaw. She fell to the ground and her world span.

"Not going to introduce us?" asked Jermaine, rubbing his fist from the punch.

Emily was on the floor but managed to speak. "This is Jess and DF"

"DF?" Mike inquired. The almost naked girl pointed to her forehead. "Ah, I see. And who are your friends?"

DF pointed to one girl, who looked to be about twelve, dressed only in a fishnet body suit and heels. "This is my cousin, Anna, and her friend from school, Amy." Amy had the same top that Sammy wore. A black velvet t-shirt that opened at the midriff to display her pale stomach and little bellybutton. The only difference between her and Sammy was she had less bruises. Sammy's sexy stomach was covered in reds and purples.

Jermaine looked between the two sluts with the same top. "Let's even this out a bit." He said before shoving Amy to the ground.

"What do you mean?" asked Sammy.

"Oh, you'll see" Mike replied.

Jermaine had taken off his pants and underwear, and was sat on the girls face. She was licking his rectum rapidly, and he'd moved her hand to clasp his thick black cock. She stroked all nine inches of his shaft as he began to pummel her stomach. She convulsed in pain and pleasure with every punch. Watching the fun, Mike came over and began stamping on the twelve-year old's stomach. Emily continued to talk to her friends.

"So, I'm just hanging out with these guys before my Dad finishes work. He's going to pick me up afterwards." At this point, Mike let Jermaine carry on abusing Amy, and turned his attention to Anna in the fishnets. He wrapped his hands round her throat from behind and began nibbling on her ear.

"What were you shopping for?" asked Jess. Emily pulled out her choking device and the girls' faces lit up. "Woah! Is that the new one?" Emily simply nodded, proud.

Amy began picking up the pace on both Jermaine's asshole and cock. Anna was drifting in and out of consciousness, but Mike needed her to stay around to feel the pain he is going to put her through, so he bit hard into her ear and she let out a yelp. A mix of pain and pleasure. He then forced his cock into her underage butthole and began pounding.

TO BE CONTINUED...

I’m looking for a story from Urquhart Devlin titled “Clubbing”. For those who don’t know, Urquhart Devlin was a writer on ASSTR back when it still existed. Now I do have access to his most of his stories using the Wayback Machine, and I saved them, but Clubbing is nowhere to be found.

It’s a story about a father and mother invited to a club without knowing it’s a snuff club. The manager threatens to harm their two daughters at home unless the wife chooses to get snuffed onstage willingly, and that the husband masturbate to get gory death. The club specializes in amputations and a girl who was blowing him while his wife was getting destroyed on stage gets turned into a limbless fucktoy. The final plot twist reveals that the owner of the club is actually the man’s own father.

If anyone has the story could you please share it in the thread? I’d greatly appreciate it!!!!

Unfortunately, even this link won’t work. I click on the text file, but it won’t show any text. Just the way back search bar at the top, and no story. If you can see the story under “Clubbing” yourself, could you copy paste it under here, please?

Wasn't there a story where Blonde Launch hanged Bulma because she found her to be getting hot?

>>27477
Author: Urquhart Devlin
Title: Clubbing
Summary: A bored married couple look for adventure as
they seek to spice up their sex life. While finding the
ultimate underground club might seem exciting, it turns
out to be far more than they ever wanted. Still, for one
of them, it'll turn out to be everything they need.

Keywords: M+ F+ g+ cons nc ped reluc sad scat snuff tort ws



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Clubbing
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by Urquhart Devlin




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Chapter One - Nervous New Arrivals
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Mike walked cautiously into the club, clutching his
wife’s hand tightly. The place seemed so dark and dismal
- not to mention empty - that he was beginning to doubt
they should have made such an effort to come here. He'd
been assured the entertainment here was beyond anything
he'd seen before, but right now it was beginning to look
as if he was just the victim of as scam - the deposit
he’d paid had been far more than they could afford.

With what had been thrilling excitement being pushed out
by trepidation, Mike was realising there had been more
odd things than just the decor about tonight. The
manager’s insistence that their children stay in the
club’s own crèche, the way the limousine’s windows had
been so dark they could really make out nothing of their
journey, and the odd dress code - even down to the
underwear.

There couldn’t be many top class clubs that specified
jeans and an open neck shirt with a pullover on top -
even fewer who actively insisted on trainers. He glanced
at his wife, in her knee length skirt and the blouse
with the very decorous neckline, knowing all that was
hidden under there was a pair of white cotton knickers
and properly supportive bra.

“You’re right.” she said, almost reading his thoughts as
she saw his eyes flick over her. “It feels weird to be
going out without my thong and a nice pair of stockings
on. I don’t think I’ve ever felt less sexy going to a
club.”

****

Was this dismal industrial unit really the unbelievable
underground club that he’d caught so many tantalising
whispers about? If it wasn’t for the dull glow of a few
unshaded bulbs the place could have been abandoned. They
could feel the thick layer of dust on the floor dragging
at their shoes as they walked, muffling the sound a
little in the echoing cavern.

Just as Mike was making up his mind to turn around -
they’d have to hope the car was still there - the brisk
clatter of a third set of shoes was heard, quickly
followed by a young man appearing through an opening in
the side wall. To the relief of the nervous couple, he
was very smartly dressed in black tie and mirror-bright
shoes.

“Mike! Caroline!” he greeted them warmly. “So glad you
could make it. I must say, you do look a perfect
couple.”

“This was how we were told to dress.” Mike began, but
the young man hastily waved his explanations away.

“I know, and you both look splendid. Come with me, and
I’ll get you hustled through our new members induction.”

****

This was it then. It didn’t seem possible they could
clutch hands more tightly, but somehow they managed it.
All their excitement began to return. After all, on
their first foray into the underground world, they had
managed to get access to this barely heard of and
exclusive S&M; club.

It had only been a few months ago, their sex life
starting to flag a little after years of marriage, that
Mike and Caroline began experimenting with a little
light bondage. While surprisingly good fun for both, if
they were honest, it hadn't been much more than tying
each other up with Caroline’s old pairs of stockings.
Now, unsure how it had happened, they’d managed to leap
straight to the top leagues. Only a shared excitement,
its intensity barely acknowledged by the innocent
couple, had pushed them through their natural timidity
and made them accept the strange arrangements that
brought them here tonight. Trying to remain calm they
followed this dapper young man through the heavy door
behind him, where a richer and darker light shone out.

****

After the drab, industrial decay of the entrance, it was
a relief to enter a wide corridor where subtle mood
lighting replaced bare bulbs and the colours were rich
and clean. A line of figures stood on low plinths down
either side, naked female torsos like overdone antique
statuary with no hint of arms or legs, not even a stump.

Just at first Mike thought the figures were actually
statues, bizarre but inanimate. Then he saw the redhead
nearest him blink and realised they were all living
women, mutilated to provide freakish adornment to the
corridor.

“Mike, they’re alive!” hissed Caroline, grabbing his arm
tightly.

“I know.” he replied blankly, squinting as he tried to
discern a scar on the redhead’s shoulder.

“Why don’t they make a noise?”

It was the young man walking ahead of them who turned to
answer.

“Their vocal cords have been removed. You wouldn’t want
art to talk to you.”

“How could you do this to them?”

“Oh, they all signed up for it.” their guide assured
them cheerfully. “It’s considered quite an honour to
adorn the entrance passage.”

Mike and Caroline stopped, stunned, staring at each
other as they tried to imagine how these pretty young
women could think it okay to have their limbs severed
and voices ripped out. Before could move off again a
noise from the door at the far end made them both look
round.

A large man staggered out, clearly the worse for drink,
and, without apparently noticing them, grabbed one of
the mutilated women - a sweet-faced blond of maybe
twenty, with a good-sized pair of breasts and a smooth
crotch - by her hair and pulled her sharply upwards. The
arts’ ability to balance upright was revealed to be a
long steel dildo welded into the plinths they were
standing on, the narrow band of flesh between where
their legs should have been obviously still containing a
functioning pussy. Lowering her to the floor, he
proceeded to pull a semi-erect cock out of his trousers
and, without any hint of embarrassment, thrust it into
her mouth. Adjusting his grip on her hair, he began to
rock the blonde backwards and forwards along his shaft.
Pretty soon it became apparent the woman couldn’t
breathe, her head shaking and face turning puce, with
her limbless torso unable to try and prevent her
suffocation.

Then, about the time the abused body finally went limp,
the patron increased the effort against his cock and
began to grunt his way through an orgasm. When he
finally pulled out of her throat, strands of sticky
white semen dangling from his member, it was pretty
obvious the young woman hadn’t survived the experience.

****

Maybe they should have run out then, but dazed by the
shocking sight, Mike and Caroline found themselves
walking mindlessly after their guide as he walked
confidently towards the door the drunk man had
disappeared back through. They’d expected the action to
be quite hard in here, there were certainly whispers
about unbelievable stage shows, but nothing even close
to snuff - although at this point it would be fair to
say that Mike and Caroline didn’t even know what snuff
meant. It wasn’t just that the woman had been
dispatched, it was more the casualness of it being for
one drunkard’s momentary pleasure, or the way their
guide now casually pushed the discarded torso out of his
path with a cursory shove from a well shod foot.

Too confused now to even think of objecting, husband and
wife followed their guide, disorientated and barely able
to comprehend what they had just witnessed. It took them
a moment to realise they were now in a small office,
being ushered to a pair of commodious low chairs around
a small table.

A slight, silver-haired man of uncertain age stepped
lightly out from behind the small desk the confused
couple had also completely failed to observe in one
corner.

“Mike, Caroline, you can me Mr X.” he said, giving them
an urbane smile. “Welcome to my club. Please do take a
seat, I probably won’t bite.”

Although he gave a pleasant little chuckle, after what
they just witnessed neither Mike or Caroline were quite
certain he was joking. With considerable trepidation
they lowered themselves into the proffered chairs and
watched apprehensively as the club’s owner calmly took
the third seat.

“I hope you didn’t find our entrance hall too shocking.”
Mr X continued, once they’d all made themselves
comfortable - or at least he had made himself
comfortable. “Our snuff-whores there are always
available for paying guests, but I really hadn’t
intended for you to witness that little display.”

“Snuff-whores?” Mike cut in, confused and alarmed. “I
thought this was an S&M; club. We came along to watch
some shows - spanking, maybe even a little whipping -
not people being bumped off.”

“I’m afraid it's a little bit more than that.” Mr X
answered urbanely. “We couldn’t charge our extortionate
dues if we just showing bottoms being reddened a bit.
This place is all about the ultimate hedonistic
experience.”

“You mean…?” began Mike, but Caroline finally found her
voice and cut him off.

“I think we’ll be leaving now Mr X.” she said, the
strain of sounding polite and calm showing in her voice.
“This really isn’t what we were looking for.”

“I’m afraid that isn’t an option just yet. There is
something I need to show you.”

Mr X had remained quite polite and calm as he said the
words, but husband and wife both realised there was a
threat behind them. They sank uncomforatably back into
their chairs again.

At a small nod from Mr X, the guide who had brought them
to the office, and was still standing quietly in the
doorway, turned on the big screen that dominated one
wall. It took a moment or two for the picture to form,
and another before they could comprehend what they were
seeing.

That was their girls on the screen! Almost certainly a
live feed, Amy had the big bruise on her shin she got
bumping into the garden wall that morning. The two of
them, stark naked, were happily playing with a large
selection of toys, looking quite untroubled that their
guardian was a middle aged man in leather bondage gear
sporting a solid erection.

“What the hell are you doing?!” shouted Caroline,
struggling to leap up against Mike’s suddenly firm grip.

Mike was as confused as his wife by the turn of events,
but was managing to stay a little cooler. He’d realised
their kids were probably far away from here and
attacking the two men in the room would be no help. The
only thing the pair of them could do now was find out
what these people wanted.

“I appreciate your concern.” the older man continued
blandly, appearing not to notice Caroline’s struggles.
“Rest assured, if you do as asked, you won’t have to
witness your daughters losing their cherries to Johnny’s
ten inch shaft.”

“What do we have to do?” asked Mike in a wooden voice,
as Caroline continued to struggle a little while she
stared in horror at the screen.

“Your part shouldn’t be difficult. I’m afraid Caroline
is going to find complying with our requests somewhat
more trying.”

The sound of her name dragged Caroline’s eyes from the
screen, to be met by the urbane grey pair studying her
closely across the table. Whatever was coming, this
looked like being the crux of the interview. As their
placid new companion continued to talk, her eyes gaped
wide and her jaw dropped open. Pretty soon Caroline was
shaking uncontrollably, as the full horror of their
position became clear.




-----------------------------
Chapter Two - Caroline Agrees
-----------------------------


“Of course you have a choice. If you don’t want to take
part tonight we'll be happy to arrange a special show
next week for you and your daughters. We won’t mind, a
mother together with her two little girls will attract a
big crowd.”

Caroline and Mike looked at each other in utter dismay.
Despite the almost tranquil voice of the polite
gentleman opposite them, his words brought the ever
present image on the big screen terribly into focus. The
club were holding their two girls and they themselves
were both trapped. What’s more, they’d seen more than
enough already tonight to have no hope that the threat
wouldn’t be carried out. Mike couldn’t look at Caroline
as she just managed to whisper an affirmative answer.

“Excellent.” Mr X said, slapping both hands against his
thighs and rising lightly to his feet. “I’ll just let
our technical people know and they’ll be in to arrange
things in a jiffy.”

A quick muttered word into the intercom on his desk, and
a pair of matronly old women, who must have been
standing just outside given the speed they arrived,
entered the room. Dressed in everyday clothes, not
unlike what Caroline was wearing, they looked so very
unsuited to being a party to the sadism that had been
described. Then one spoke, shattering any hope either of
the couple might have left.

“Are you the snuff-whore dear?” the shorter one asked
Caroline quite amiably, peering at her with a competent
look.

Caroline just nodded.

“Well you should be a hit with the members.” she was
told. “Most of our gentlemen do seem to have a
particular thing for nice mummies.”

“You haven’t got long.” Mr X reminded the pair, as they
continued to look Caroline up and down. “The show’s
timed to start in barely half an hour.”

“Come along then love, let’s have you up.” the other
woman chivvied Caroline, holding out a hand to help her
rise.

“Caroline.” Caroline managed to get out in a whisper.

“Caroline, then. Let’s have you up anyway, you don’t
want to keep the audience waiting do you?”

Whether she did or not, Caroline was swiftly encouraged
upright and bustled out of the office in a flurry of
cardigans and skirts. The last Mike saw was her looking
back at the screen, where their girls still happily
played. Like him she was probably imagining what that
massive erection would do to a tiny virgin pussy.

****

Mike stood awkwardly at the back of the large room - the
club’s main performance area - trying to appear calm.
Not very successfully as he was jumping every time a
waitress whisked in front of him carrying a tray of
drinks. Though they were technically fully clothed the
waitresses tight little dresses were of such thin
material that their naked bodies could easily be made
out, only a red sash round her midriff left anything at
all to the imagination. Before now such erotic dress
would have thrilled him but, without his clothes - he’d
been told to completely disrobe - Mike was feeling more
than a little vulnerable. A low stage, maybe two foot
tall, projected into the room from against one wall. The
lights were low, even over the stage, but he could tell
the room was full of people.

As he looked around, trying to make out what was
happening, he could see a woman just in front, almost
certainly completely naked, kneeling with her head down
and pumping in the crotch of an elderly man who was
chatting animatedly with his neighbour. With what he now
knew, it was hardly a surprise for Mike to discover
sexual services were on offer to the club’s patrons, but
his first sight of such public sex was still a bit
shocking.

“Come along then.” the young man from the technical crew
said, the one told by Mr X to guide the confused father
through the evening. “Let’s get you comfortable.”

Stark naked and blushing, Mike was led to another low
chair, well-padded and soft like the last, just to the
side of the stage. Alone and stripped bare among all
these sadists. Mike tried not to tremble in fear, but he
could feel a cold pit in his stomach.

“You’re to sit there and watch everything. If you try
and move, or even turn your head away, we’ll snuff your
daughters anyway. Now spread your legs and sit back.”

Mike did not want to expose his genitals but, while the
voice had been calm and polite, he had no doubt now that
it spoke the truth. Reluctantly leaning back into the
yielding cushion he tentatively spread his legs, feeling
the embarrassing draft of cooler air on his crotch.

“Angie will be your hostess for this evening. Just let
her do her thing, and don’t try to interfere.”

He’d been intent on watching the face of his handler,
and it was a second before Mike realised he needed to
look down. There was now, standing next to the big man,
a young girl, barely older than his own daughters,
dressed only in stockings and high heels. There was
maybe just a hint of budding on the almost flat chest,
but her crotch was hairless in a way no amount of
shaving could achieve.

Angie must have already been told what to do. Without
speaking she knelt before Mike, her knees spread wide to
expose a perfectly smooth slit, and then lent forward
until her face was pushing into his privates just like
the woman he'd seen a moment ago. As her little mouth
began to search for his flaccid penis, it took all
Mike’s willpower not to slam his knees together and push
the child away. Only the constant thought that otherwise
he'd be seeing his own daughters treated like this girl
managed to keep him in his seat. Luckily there wasn’t
too much time to think about what was going to happen,
as the bright glare of a spotlight and a round of polite
applause made him look at this stage.

It was, of course, Caroline illuminated in the spot, her
eyes blank and staring straight ahead. Still dressed in
the unflattering costume she’d arrived in, she strode
awkwardly into the centre of the stage and began to
speak.

“Hello everybody, I’m Caroline.” she began, her
quavering voice barely under control. “I’m the mother of
two beautiful little girls and the wife of Mike, who’s
here tonight to watch my performance as he’s pleasured
by one of the club’s own special hostesses.”

Another spot suddenly illuminated Mike, nearly making
him start up as he raised a hand to shield his eyes. The
sudden drumming of blood in his ears almost drowned out
the second round of applause. It was a relief when
Caroline didn’t turn her head to look at him before the
light was dimmed again. She must have expected him to be
placed in some compromising position - though probably
not with anyone so young.

“For your pleasure I want to be treated as a snuff
whore.” she quavered on as the applause died. “Used as a
dumb cow who only deserves to suffer.”

As the applause rose again two older women, maybe in
their fifties, joined Caroline on the stage. Dressed
like the cathouse girls from a western movie, except
with no knickers and sagging breasts that spilled over
the tops of their basques, they carried between them a
small wooden horse. It took Mike a minute to place them,
but they were the same couple who’d lead Caroline away
barely half an hour ago.

“Bend over and pull your knickers down.” commanded the
first the woman, one hand rubbing in her own hairy
crotch as she looked Caroline up and down, shamelessly
licking her lips.

After Caroline had turned and bent over, reaching out to
grip the handles of the horse, the other woman lifted up
her long skirt and tucked it into its own waistband,
revealing the blushing young mother’s now naked backside
to the watching audience. From his position to one side,
Mike could see how red her face grew and felt her
embarrassment.

“What should we do with you now, whore?” the second
woman asked, pulling Caroline’s legs wider to expose her
pussy more clearly.

“Beat my fat, flabby arse until I can never sit again.”

It was obvious the two women wouldn’t need asking twice.
Grinning widely they each produced a wickedly thin long
cane and, without a pause, moved either side of
Caroline’s shaking, bent over form. The first stroke was
hard, producing an angry red line and a shriek from
their victim. After that the blows came thick and fast,
to a constant accompaniment of howls and whimpers.

Mike, receiving his unwanted blowjob as he watched,
couldn’t help reacting. He’d always thought Caroline had
a fine backside, and he felt his cock swelling as the
young mouth relentlessly worked it. He tried not to get
any pleasure from the sight, though it was prving harder
than he hoped. While he’d spanked those buttocks himself
- that was why he and Caroline had sought out this club
- and knew the sensuous feeling as their softness gave
way under his fingers, he’d never even considered a
brutal attack like the one being inflicted on them now.
Despite that, he could feel a disturbing excitement
rising now it was happening.

In front of him Caroline was gripping the handles of the
horse with fingers turning white as stroke after stroke
from the evil thin canes cut into her unprotected flesh.
It wasn’t long before specks of blood began flying,
angry purple and black welts rising all across her
creamy white cheeks. She was clearly receiving no
pleasure from the experience.

At last the beating stopped and Caroline staggered
upright, seemingly already past caring about dignity as
her hands delicately felt the damage to her exposed
backside. Laughing, the two women pushed Caroline to the
floor, looking delighted at the howls of protest as her
abused cheeks hit the hard wood. Keeping her sitting up,
one of them straddled her and pushed the woman’s crying
face into her own exposed pussy.

“Lick bitch.” she ordered, as Caroline’s sobs became
more muffled. “I want your tongue running non-stop over
my clit.”

Spluttering, and a spreading dark patch across her
blouse, showed how Caroline was being thanked for her
efforts. As she struggled to satisfy the older woman,
the pussy she was lapping was pissing over her. Not
wanting to miss out, the other woman took up position
and began spraying over Caroline as well.

“Get out of those stinking wet clothes.” Caroline was
told, as she was hauled to her feet again. “Let’s see if
your tits are as saggy as your arse.”

Even in a slightly fevered state - the little girl’s
constant stimulation really doing its work - Mike
thought that last comment was a bit rich. Both of the
women torturing Caroline had breasts that couldn't have
been firm for many years.

Caroline, on the other hand, still had a lovely pair of
boobs - as everyone present could now attest. Maybe a
touch of sag, and nipples stretched a bit by hungry
babies, but remarkably firm for a mother of two.

Slowly taking off the remainder of her clothes - shaking
fingers made hard work of the buttons on the soggy
material - Caroline finally stood naked. A little bit of
fat and the odd stretch-mark, but a pretty good body for
a mother. Leaning against the horse, her hands reaching
behind her to grasp the handles, her breasts were pushed
out into prominent display.

“Now how should we treat these tits of yours?”

Caroline didn’t answer straight away. She might have
been told what to say, but it had to be hard after the
merciless assault on her backside.

“Answer me you stupid slut!”

The woman who barked this reached up to grasp Caroline’s
dark red nipple, making her squirm and gasp as finger
pinched hard on the sensitive spot.

“Beat them.” she whimpered out. “Smash my sad udders
until their fatty insides leak out.”

As his wife forced out her latest request to be hurt,
Mike couldn’t help himself. He didn’t even notice how he
reached round and pushed on the back of Angie’s head,
shoving his jerking cock dangerously deep into the
little girl’s gullet, choking the child as he spasmed to
a shuddering climax. Only as he relaxed, letting his
hands drop back down, did a wet spluttering from between
his legs recall him to the present.

“Well done.” said a quiet voice in his ear. “Another
minute and I think you’d have made Angie a little snuff-
whore. Welcome to the club.”

It was an odd comment, but a sudden outbreak of
screaming dragged Mike’s attention back to the stage.
There was no doubt Caroline was being taken at her word,
and the excited pair of sadistic older women weren’t
holding back, their own sagging tits flying from side to
side as they swung heavy bamboo rods repeatedly against
their victim’s unprotected chest. Already his wife’s
once firm breasts looked more like two bags of water,
beaten black and blue.

“Just enjoy it.” the voice spoke again. “Angie will be
happy to keep you stimulated.”

Mike didn’t want to find pleasure from the scene in
front of him, but he’d already cum once at the sight.
There was something in the way Caroline stood there,
clinging on desperately as she let herself be tortured
and broken, that was making his dick still twitch with
disturbing pleasure. Trying to convince himself he was
being forced to do this - maybe he was even right - Mike
pushed the little head back into his crotch, to suck
again on cock, already half-erect and now coated in
slime.

“Let's see how our whore's hubby is getting on.”
announced the woman on stage nearest Mike as Caroline
finally sank to her knees, her chest a bloody mess. “See
if he’s enjoying our little display.”

As she finished speaking, the spot that picked out Mike
in the chair blazed again. Dazzled by the sudden light,
he could only blink to the sound of unseen hands
clapping enthusiastically. He had no illusions what
people must think, seeing him stark-naked with that
little crop of dark hair bobbing up and down between his
thighs.

Caroline, even in her torment, looked in shock at the
suddenly illuminated scene, a tableau that left her in
no doubt what her husband was doing. He was using some
woman - from what she could see through her the fog of
tears far too young for him - as a fuck-toy to relieve
what could only be brutal excitement at the sight of her
terrible suffering. Despite her pain, Caroline’s mouth
fell open in shock. Too confused and hurt to think, she
blindly followed the new instructions one of her
tormentors was leaning over and whispering in her ear.

“That’s right darling.” Caroline then announced in a
loud and husky monotone. “Cum to my screams down that
little tart’s throat.”

Luckily for Mike the light on him was almost immediately
dimmed, hiding, he hoped, the way Caroline’s words had
brought him to the edge of spurting another load. On the
stage things looks like becoming serious, as a weeping
Caroline raised her hands to be shackled to ropes that
slid down from the ceiling.

Once pulled upright, Caroline half-dangling as her
brutalised body fought to stay on its feet. The two
older women, with one final slap across tear-stained
cheeks, walked off the stage and into the audience. They
settled into a pair of empty seats by Mike and began
openly masturbating, digging into hairy gashes and
producing from them the sort of sucking shlurps that
suggested true enjoyment.

“From that cute little bottom, I take it you’ve got
Angie?” the nearest one lent over and asked him
conversationally. “Make sure she uses that soft little
tongue of hers properly.”

Knowing that the little girl been tonguing the cunts of
the two disreputable old slappers who had just been
getting off torturing his wife should have left him
disgusted, Mike was quite sure about that, but it was
just making him harder and hotter.




-----------------------------
Chapter Three – Mike Descends
-----------------------------


Her brief sight of the naked body between her husband’s
legs, little more than a round white arse glimpsed
through a haze of pain, hadn’t been enough for Caroline
to realise how young the club’s performers could be. Now
she heard the soft tapping footsteps behind her on the
stage, but didn’t have the strength to turn her head as
she hung from the ropes. Whoever they were, they must be
popular, there were cheers and excited whoops from the
audience hidden behind the glare of the spots.

Then they came into view, and Caroline called out in
shock. A pair of little girls, blonde and brunette,
certainly no more than ten, but dressed like perfect
little whores, stood before her. Tight corsets pulled in
their waists to give them hips that weren’t yet formed -
and would have pushed up their tits if they’d had any.
Sheer stockings, elastic so tight you could see it
cutting into their thighs, led down to impossibly high-
heeled shoes, their shiny surface glittering in the
light. Between were tight hairless slit’s on full
display, one pierced with a heavy metal ring that must
be pulling at the tender young lips, the other with a
criss-cross of lacing that pierced her labia again and
again. Both girls were pierced as well behind their
nipples, the blonde with gold rings to match her pussy,
and the brunette with thick black bars.

“We’re the demolition girls.” announced the brunette
proudly, striking a pose with hands on hips and legs
apart, lapping up the cheering of the audience.

“Here to maim and snuff.” continued the blond, taking up
a matching pose.

“We’ll show you how a daughter should behave.”

“And teach this mummy how to scream.”

Caroline had stared at the pair of tight young backsides
in horror as the girls stood in front of her delivering
their lines. It wasn’t just that these two were so
young, they’d made her realise what she’d seen sucking
her husband off. She tried to struggle and kick out,
even more disgusted to find out what she’d been forced
to agree to, but barely had the strength. Then she felt
eager young hands pulling her legs apart and in another
moment it was too late, as she felt more shackles close
around her ankles.

Tied in place, Caroline could do nothing to prevent it
as the blond clambered up her battered naked body,
digging the stiletto points painfully into soft flesh to
gain purchase. The added weight seem to tear the tendons
in Caroline’s arms, but the girl just grinned at her
victim’s howls as she struggled higher until she could
stand on the crying woman's shoulders.

“Time to tip the executioner.” the blonde told her, as
she lowered one leg either side of Caroline’s head. “And
by tip, I mean of your tongue.”

The girl seemed to mean it. Lowering herself down, she
thrust her little slit against Caroline’s mouth.
Caroline, thinking of her daughters, couldn’t do it, and
resolutely closed her mouth as she felt smooth young
flesh pressing against it.

“She doesn’t want to play.” the blonde called down to
her companion with mock sadness. “Make her play Holly.”

Caroline, black corset ribbing covering her eyes,
couldn’t see what the brunette was doing, but she felt
it. A crack, a sudden noise of rushing air, then a pain
in her crotch far worse even than the pulverising of her
boobs.

“Now lick my cunt.” the blonde demanded, as Caroline
shriek subsided. “Unless you want Holly to burn your
hairy gash again.”

Desperate not to feel that agony again, her body acted
on automatic, sticking out Caroline’s tongue and
furiously licking at prepubescent snatch. It didn’t even
care when it realised there were little barbs embedded
in the pussy ring, letting them tear at the her tongue
until the metallic taste of blood filled her mouth.

****

“Holly is good, isn’t she?” the woman next to Mike said,
leaning over conversationally. “Especially when you know
how badly her arsehole was ripped taking twenty men up
it on stage last night.”

“How did she manage it?” Mike responded in wonder,
looking at the tiny slim little body now pushing its
fist into his wife’s scorched and blackened snatch.
“Wouldn’t the damage be terrible?”

“Her guts will be a total mess.” the woman agreed,
grinding fingers against her clit at the thought. “She
should hang on to be snuffed in the midnight special
though.”

That did it for Mike again. The disclosure that the cute
little brunette would suffer like she was currently
making his wife suffer proved too much. After what he'd
already seen, Mike didn't doubt the news and almost in
a trance, one of his hands reached across to grab the
old whore by the hair, dragging her into a sudden
passionate kiss. The other reached down to shove the
little head hard onto his steely cock, forcing it again
deep into her gullet. Lost in a fevered excitement, he
spasmed his seed once more into the young girl.

He went limp, releasing his lips, to hear groans of
pleasure from the mouth that had been locked against
his. The edge of his vision caught a hand frantically
blurred in a thick hairy crotch, while his ears heard
coughing and retching between his thighs.

“I’m working tonight.” the older woman panted to Mike,
as her climax too subsided. “But tomorrow you can bugger
me until I bleed. My name’s Miriam, if you can’t see me
just ask at the bar.”

Miriam wasn’t good-looking, the flesh on abundant
display was sagging and wrinkled, and, anyway, he’d
already cum repeatedly tonight. Mike couldn’t understand
how the thought was keeping him hard.

“As you hang by your saggy tits.” he answered,
desperately trying to see his mouth - in amazement at
the words that had come out unbidden.

She didn’t say anything. Just grinned and furiously
began to thrash at her own sex again.

Mike sank back, fallen into this sea of extreme
perversity, unable to resist. Lost in the thrilling
excitement, he sighed with pleasure as an abused little
mouth, unbidden, clamped round his shaft once more.

****

For the new hedonist, the little stage held more than
enough to enthral.

The blonde had climbed back up to stand on Caroline’s
shoulders and was squatting deliberately over her head,
holding tight to the ropes as the body beneath her
swayed and shook. Down below, two hands now wrist-deep
in pussy and arsehole, Holly was causing the swaying -
punch-fucking her mewling victim’s guts. Holly’s own
insides might be a churned-up mess, but it didn’t seem
to be making her hold back. The forearm that pumped in
and out of Caroline’s rectum was already smeared in
blood and shit.

Shit was obviously planned as a feature of Caroline’s
degrading humiliation. The little blonde’s arsehole
began gushing a positive brown torrent, far more than it
seemed possible such a little body could hold. It
splattered over the shocked woman’s face and ran down
over the remains of her tits, making her start to retch
violently.

Even ten foot away, when the stench hit, Mike could see
why his wife was gagging. Whatever the blonde girl had
eaten, it seemed designed to scour festeringly through
her insides. Almost more remarkable was the way little
Holly below this stream of filth barely seemed to notice
as she continued to pound away at Caroline’s
increasingly bloody holes, despite a fair proportion of
her companion’s bowels coating her face and hair - even
falling into her open and panting mouth.

With his new-found penchants, Mike was a little
disappointed when that appeared to be it for the girl’s
contribution to the brutal torment of his wife. The
blonde slid down Caroline’s battered and shit-smeared
body to take a bow next to her playmate. Holly looked
even more impressive as she bent over to receive the
applause, almost her entire body coated in blood and
excrement.

****

The session of abuse with the girls over, there was a
short break, leaving Caroline dangling in her own filthy
and wretched torment on the stage. All around a brisk
bustle of waitresses carried drinks to patrons who
hadn’t wanted to interrupt their viewing of the
entertainment. Now Mike was feeling a little calmer, he
could look round to take in the sights and sounds of the
room.

The reflected light from the spots on stage now showed
that, even excluding waitresses, there were dozens of
women - and several who really couldn’t be counted as
more than girls - servicing the members. Most of the
heads moving quite slowly, probably just keeping things
simmering until the show started up again, but one or
two bobbing furiously or being chokingly squashed into a
groin. While most of the members were men, there was a
fair smattering of women, mostly elderly, scattered
around the room. On the far side of the stage Mike could
just make out a particularly wizened female, with what
he could have sworn was actually a toddler squashed
between her naked pair of wrinkled and saggy thighs.

Unbidden, a buxom blonde waitress approached him and put
a large glass of clear liquid on the small table beside
him. He tried not to appreciate the way she lent right
across him to do this, brushing his face with the side
of a substantial chest.

“It’s only water.” she assured Mike, when she saw him
looking at the drink cautiously. “We don’t want you
dehydrating before the night’s over.”

“Thank you.” replied Mike, taking a sip and trying not
to stare too unashamedly at the young body under its
barely-concealing dress.

“Is Angie working hard enough for you?” the waitress
asked. “I can always give her a kick if she’s not
putting enough effort in.”

Mike was troubled to realise he was sorely tempted, he
wanted to see the little girl suffer, but luckily didn’t
think he could take more than the gentle sucking she was
giving him at the moment. Reluctantly he declined, and
settled for watching the waitress’ buttocks swaying
enticingly away.

“You like my daughter then?” Miriam asked, watching the
way Mike’s eyes followed the waitress. “She does have a
bum you could lose yourself in.”

“I’d certainly like to do her like I’m going to do you.”
Mike absently said aloud.

“You never know your luck.” the older woman chuckled.
“She’s a proper little fucktoy.”

****

Whether Mike would have had a chance with the big titted
blonde waitress was something he probably wouldn’t
discover tonight. Anyway, the rooms main lights were
dimming again, leaving his naked and battered wife
bathed alone in a pool of light on the stage. At least
he still had the little girl Angie working away with her
tender mouth on his dick.

The young woman who walked on stage now, to continue the
battered and humiliated Caroline’s torment, wasn’t
stopping Mike from staying hard. A buxom beauty in her
early twenties, completely shaved, even her head. Her
naked body, covered in glistening oil, was quite
obviously very heavily pregnant. In fact she must have
been nearly full term, Mike could just make out a little
dribble of milk emerging from one of the engorged
nipples on her pair of magnificently swollen tits.

“That’s Trixie who’s just come on.” Miriam informed him.
“Doesn’t she look lovely. If you’re here on Wednesday
she’ll be squeezing out that little tart inside her,
ably assisted by yours truly.”

Mike couldn't stop himself from grinning, reckoning he
had a fair idea by now what form Miriam’s ‘assistance’
would take. He looked with renewed interest at the
pregnant young woman, imagining how she’d look being
tortured by the old degenerate next to him while giving
birth.

“What did she say?” Mike asked after a while, when he
realised Trixie had just addressed the audience. The
woman had spoken clearly enough, but he’d been
mesmerised by her tight swollen belly and the way the
baby inside rippled the stretched skin as it shuffled
around.

“Crossbow competition.” Miriam replied shortly, already
leaning forward with a tense and eager anticipation.
“Closest bolt to your wife’s womb gets to finally snuff
her - if she isn’t already snuffed of course.”

****

It was quite an ingenious game, even Mike could see
that. Caroline’s belly was still pretty undamaged, even
if the tits above it had been mashed into a broken and
torn mess. That left quite an extensive area to aim at -
three pregnancies had made sure of that - but not so fat
the crossbow’s little bolts wouldn’t be able to pierce
her guts. He was also pretty sure that the womb, when
not being stretched by a baby, presented a small enough
target to make the challenge exciting.

A queue of the club’s patrons lined up to take a shot,
keeping two hefty blokes who’d been brought in as
loaders busy winding up the crossbows. Nearly every shot
hit. Soon Caroline’s belly, even down onto her thighs,
bristled like a porcupine. She’d howled as the first few
bolts cut through her guts, but soon only the odd lucky
shot, managing to cut straight into a nerve, could rouse
her to scream.

“Thank you everyone.” Trixie said, after the last
competitor handed back the crossbow. “Let’s open up our
target and find out who the lucky winner is.”

Most of the audience were fairly relaxed. Their
attempts, however painful to the women being snuffed,
had gone wide of the mark. Maybe half a dozen were
watching more intently, knowing their bolt was one of
the ones deep in the fleshy stomach just above
Caroline’s dark bush.

With an admirable lack of concern, the young mum-to-be
set to. With a short bladed knife she sliced into
Caroline’s flesh in a wide X, opening up the belly to
renewed shrieks of agony. Rummaging briefly with her
fingers - and some more agonising hacking at already
mutilated tissue - she was soon holding up a little red
bag.

“Number twenty-seven!” Trixie announced, showing the
little bolt still speared through the deflated pocket
that was Caroline’s womb to the eager audience. “Come up
and claim your prize number twenty-seven!”

There was a surprisingly high-pitched shriek of delight
from the back of the room, and everyone turned to see
the victor make their way to the stage. In a room packed
with men, it turned out the best marksmen had been a
woman.

Maybe in her late thirties, looking well-maintained and
athletic, she made her way through the tables wearing
only a tight-fitting blouse and stockings, followed
awkwardly by a naked little girl who must have been
barely five. When she stepped onto the stage, and Mike
got a good view of her clean shaven crotch, he could see
how the child’s arm was disappearing into the woman’s
pussy. Then, when the delighted winner turned, he could
see the child’s other arm disappearing into the crack
between a pair of muscular buttocks, judging by the
brown streaks it was being used to fill the decadent
woman’s colon. No wonder the girl was being half dragged
along, such a sturdy pair of thighs suggested a pussy
and arsehole with muscles more than capable of trapping
the limbs of such a waif-like infant.

Barely seeming to register the little girl stumbling
awkwardly between twenty-seven's naked thighs, Trixie
greeted the victor with a knowing smile.

“Hello again Trixie.” the winner said in reply, giving
the pregnant young woman her own wicked little grin. “I
hope that tongue of yours isn’t too tired.”

“Of course madam.” Trixie replied. “Shall I use it to
pleasure you while you take your prize?”

“Trixie’s got a famous tongue.” Miriam whispered across
to Mike. “It’s quite surprising she ever managed to get
knocked-up.”

As Trixie knelt down awkwardly between Caroline’s
tethered legs, squashing her swollen stomach as she
hunkered low enough to lick at the shaven slit, the
older woman made her move. Her right hand pushed through
the gash in Caroline’s belly, while she used the left to
steady herself against the suffering woman’s throat.
With a look of ecstasy on her face, she began pulling
out handfuls of innards, letting them splatter onto the
naked pregnant body that was tonguing furiously at her
clit. Caroline’s face contorted in yet more glorious
agony, but the choking grip on her neck prevented any
more screams.

Seeing the climax approaching, as their agonised snuff-
whore pointlessly fought to breathe, there was a general
stir of movement in the audience. Everyone was seeking
to copy their fellow sadist on the stage and climax as
Caroline was snuffed. That meant, while Caroline might
be silenced, there were plenty of squeals, gasps and
splutters in the room, as the women and girls of the
club were mercilessly used by the members.

Mike wouldn’t have minded a go at the archery, but,
despite how much fun he’d had, he hadn’t quite been
honest enough to admit out loud what pleasure the night
was giving him. He had hoped someone might ‘insist’ that
he join in and take a shot or two, but no one did. Not
that it was all bad, little Angie continued to suck away
exquisitely, and he had a prime position to watch
Caroline’s final glorious torment.

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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.

>>27480

Whoever you are who posted ‘Clubbing’, thank you very much!!!!

I remember reading a story I believe on one of the old Gurochans back in the day. I don't recall much other than it was a POV from the victims side and that a couple had opened the victims ribcage to expose the beating heart. The story ends with the girlfriend about to bring herself to orgasm by ripping the heart out of the victim and shoving it into her pussy. However right before she does this the boyfriend goes to remove the victims eyes commenting about how he cant let the victim see his GF orgasm or something. The story ends there

Looking for a non lethal story body horror type story. I think it was a brother and sister in the back of a car and in this world body parts could just be taken off, with no problems. I think the girl was playing with taking them off or something.

Anyone know which one I'm talking about?

>>27550
Think I know the story your talking about while I can't find it I wanna say I saw it on aryion or archiveofourown and thought it was by someone named immortalsane but didn't have any luck maybe that could help?

>>27550
Car Fight?
https://boards.guro.cx/lit/res/1903.html

>>27567

Exactly the one I was thinking of! Thanks!

Looking for a story called, "R.T.D." which stands for Raped To Death.

Its about three girls who go to a school that is being liuidated during 6th. period which has been changed in heir schedual to R.T.D.

when they find out they play hookie for half the day and make mayhem around their town before returning to school to watch their clasmates be raped to death before succuming to the same fate.

A little oddly specific, but back when the site was gurochan dot net there was a (possibly non fatal) story of a guy being coerced into inserting a glass dildo as some kind of bullies' dare.

and he later found himself trying to get it out in front of locker room's mirror.

That's all i could remember...

To the poster who had stories from Urquhart Devlin from Asstr, could you please share them? The wayback machine has deleted their links.

>>27644
You can still find many of them at https://web.archive.org/web/20231008083739/https://asstr.xyz/files/Authors/Urquhart_Devlin/

(note asstr.xyz rather than .org, a mirror that someone had up for a while)

You need to scroll past some html/js at the top of each file, but the full text seems to be available for all the ones I tried.

I'm looking for a story by bloodlust from DeadSkirts about a girl waiting for her boyfriend who opens the door to find a killer standing there. He shoots her in the belly and they talk for a while. Eventually he lets her smoke some dope and shoots her in the chest, with marijuana smoke coming out of the hole.

Does anyone have Carnival At Dolcettberg, Doria And The Hunt Game and The Misadventures Of Sara Fielding by Deathstalker?

>>11176
There was a story on Asstr I liked called "Jennifer" I think about girls getting hung for illegal pregnancy. Don't see it on here but does anyone have it?

Does anybody have Regis' story titled 'Helen's trial by fire'?

It was a particularly gory story involving a kidnapped woman in a gore-oriented high class fuckfest, where she fights a few girls, and witnesses a few executions by various methods, before she herself gets eliminated by the resident torturer, named the Fire Beast.

Now I say this may have been Regis because I can't remember if it was created by Regis or Grendel, and the last time I saw it, it was on the "EXTREME stories" board on RavishU (now defunct).

If you have the story, and would be so kind as to share it here, I'd be grateful!

Thank you!

I remember a bit back reading a multi part story that didn't get finished but I can't remember a title all i can remember about it is a group of school girls decide to randomly join the military and to get there they got a lift from a mother who was picking up her daughter (who they shot) with her minivan. Then whilst driving to the military base to sign up to the military they chat and they start shooting women they walk past. Then once they arrive at the military base the girls are taken inside whilst the mother who brought them there. If anyone has any clue what the title of this story is or where to find it, thanks for letting me know in advance.

>>27962
the story is called joining the military. it was posted on reddit by weird_axe

>>27963
Ok, thanks for letting me know. I know I'm probably asking for too much but can you possibly able to add the story onto here?

Hello! I was hoping someone would have some information on a story I was looking for.

Unfortunately, I can’t remember the name of the author or the name of the story.

Basically, the story plot talks about a Snuff Show spanning several days. Over the course of these days, several women are killed in various gory manners.

Like one girl, named Samantha, was being executed by her father in front of a crowd for refusing to let him satiate his carnal desires on her. He forces her down and fucks her viciously before two assistants come out, and lift her by her arms, so that he can slam himself balls deep into her rectum in reverse cowgirl.

They leave and return with a long pole with an incredibly flared base. As her father pins her down in cowgirl with his arms around her, the two men take the long pole and insert it into her rectum while her dear daddy pumps her womb with his penis for all he’s worth. As they push harder, she screams as her bowels are punctured and her guts are forced aside. Once her father cums, they set the flared base down and let Samantha glide down her death pole.

Another segment/chapter featured the highly erotic impalement of another woman. I believe it was two teams of 4 or 8 females with ropes around their large tits. One team was tasked with dragging her by her legs, the other team was tasked with dragging the metal and wood contraption between her legs and under her tits in the opposite direction. As the vicious impaler was dragged into her and as she was dragged onto it, it would force itself into her sopping uterus while the two other spikes would bury themselves in the underboobs.
Spectators were betting on what would occur first. The team with their boobs tied to the woman would have all their tits ripped off first. The team with their boobs tied to the heavy metal triple impaler would have their own mammaries shredded off their chests first. Or the impaled woman would be fully seated on the wood stake and die first. In a perfect world, both tit stakes would burst through the tops of her tits and the one in her vagina would poke and rupture her heart. That would be the full penetration. Which, in essence, did occur! Fuck it was so hot!

Another filthy segment included the violent and deadly penetration of 50 women. 25 missionary style by horses, into their slutty cunts, and the other 25 by women laid on their stomachs, into their gaping rectums, by horny violent bulls. I may be getting the details or the stories mixed up on this last one, but I hope I didn’t.

Of course, there are other parts to this story, some crucifixions, beheadings, etc. But it was definitely a really FUCKING HOT story. My initial thought was that Regis was the one who wrote it.

Unfortunately, I found a link that let me download all of Regis’ old stories from when RavishU was still active and that story doesn’t seem to be on there (44 stories total in that zip file). Maybe it was missed, or it was made by another author, I’m not sure.

If any DOES recognize this story, I’d greatly appreciate it if you could share a link to it or post the story, or at the very least, share its name and author, and I’ll take a gander at finding it!

Thank you!

three ladies at sea by DANTE: https://www.asstr.org/files/Collections/Eli.The.Bearded/stories/snuff/three_ladies.html

>>28995
Wait, why is ASSTR back? It's been dead for years.

>>28995
I KNEW IT! I found part of the story online (like first two chapters) and when I couldn’t find the rest of it, I thought I was mistaken, and it had to be something different! I’m glad I was at least partially in the right track!

Nevertheless, thank you so much for sharing it!!!!

Deadly Sex Gang Rumble by Dante. Two all-female gangs feud for control of a city, complete with concrete overshoes and bowling pin insertion.

A fallout story, I don’t remember the author or title, but it focuses on that opportunity a dickish player has to sell one of their companions to the cannibalistic White Glove Society.

asstr.org need to be nuked. any way to rid of that false attack flag?

>https://www.asstr.org/files/Collections/Eli.The.Bearded/stories/snuff/three_ladies.html

This one gave me a warning.

Looking for a story that's probably about twenty years old at this point! It was about an isolated island community that was a mixture of Scottish and Polynesian, where it's traditional for all a woman's sisters and some of her friends to be the feast at her wedding. The story was about an young woman whose fiance had died in an accident agreeing to cook for her younger sister's wedding to the son of a noble family from the next village.

Polynesian redheads? Oh my.

>>29146
Yeah I remember the story saying the protagonist took after the Polynesian side while the sister getting married looked more Scottish!

It was posted on one of the old forums back in the day before those German fellows went and spoiled things for everyone! Lol

>>29143
This sound familiar to anyone???

Does anyone remember a story that was posted on here about a school that got its funding through hosting an annual "trade show" where the girls would model and demonstrate the latest innovations in torture and execution devices, with one girl each year being killed for real?

>>29174
This one?
https://boards.guro.cx/lit/koko.php?res=4457

>>29182
That's it! Thank you :D Don't suppose you know where the other one I mentioned can be found?

Looking for an old story I read years ago.
A man in a store rescues a girl begging him to have sex with her. She was trying to a collect a sample for a machine an evil doctor / corporation had. they were making drones / robots. The man's secetary and exwife were captured

Wish I saw this thread before I posted in the request section, ahaha. Basically, I was wondering if anyone could post the story "Gogedheh: Blast from the Past" by Deathstalker- I thought I'd saved it before the Depravity Repository went down, but I guess I wasn't diligent enough.

Looking for Most Secret Society by Regis, but all both Ravishu and Dolcettish links are down, so got any other alternatives?

>>11176
So I've got a number of settings or worlds within which a wide range of disturbing stories can take place. I have developed tons of detail, kinks, scenes and narratives within each one, however I will summarize them briefly below:

-Addiction: A new drug addiction is sweeping through our nation's females. Nymphodisiac turns them into cock, abuse, humiliation and male-attention craving brainless bimbowhores! And the drug dealers who supply them are oh so happy to oblige!!
-Disease: Thousands of innocent girls are now infected with the world's latest pandemic! The Blaze causes it's victims to burn up in a terrible mind-melting fever unless they are regularly violated, dominated and degraded by evil older men!
-Clones: Any man can now purchase a perfect copy of any girl he chooses! This fully customizable (age/appearance/personality) clone is legally classed as a product not a person. He is free to do whatever he wishes to his new toy when, where and however he likes!
-Social Media: Instagram was the beginning. TikTok was Phase 2. DikTok was always the end goal - a social media platform that not only allows, but encourages and incentivizes impressionable girls to sell their bodies, innocence, and even their own lives to impress perverted men everywhere!
-Mothers Against Pornography: A charity organization started and operated by the disgusted mothers of exploited, humiliated, and degraded pornstars. They showcase the world's most violent and disturbing pornography in order to warn the world of the dangers posed to their daughters.
-Female Psychology: The latest studies show that every girl is born with one of two types of brains. Either she is a Doll - an insatiable, self-loathing, male-loving, abuse-craving, hyper-sexual torture whore who wants nothing more than to be dominated, degraded and destroyed by evil men - or she is Meat - a weak, vulnerable, terrified, defenseless little victim, overwhelmed and panicked, constantly worried she will be broken and violated by the men around her. It is easier for men to get what they want from Dolls, but it is far more exciting to make Meat suffer.
-Epstone Island: It is a well known fact that all celebrities, businessmen, politicians and billionaires attend parties on Jerry Epstone's Private Island, but nobody knows what actually occurs behind those shady doors... Until now. A single film crew has been granted complete access and legal immunity to document the evil fun these monsters get up to, and showcase the depravity to the world. It's far, far worse than we think...

If anyone would like to read the details I've developed for any of these scenarios, offer their own worldbuilding thoughts, write/co-write stories. roleplay, chat about or explore any of these settings, feel free to contact me on session!

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>>29517
I think everyone would be inresteed, but you accidentally posted in the wrong place. why not just post some of your stories directly to the main page. :-)

>>29517
That belongs over there: https://boards.guro.cx/lit/koko.php?res=22075

Looking for a story and I don't remember where I read it. Might be Ao3 might be here, but it was about a babysitter adjacent scenario where over the course of multiple days the MC livestreams the torture and eventual snuff of a younger kid. I clearly remember somewhere in the last few paragraphs the MC driving away from the scene having an internal monologue about the parents eventually discovering what happened.

Heey very nice thread! I am looking also for a story years ago i read.

the plot is the following:
An Intruder went inside a house at the night from the window and there was a young girl , she was asleep , but the whole situation happened there while her parents ware in the hosue and the intruder fucked the child passionately , but i dont remmember everything exactly