Note: This story was dynamically reformatted for online reading convenience. Title: The Club of Japanese Businessmen Meets Again Author: RUListenen (Thanks to author Hans Schultz for the original) Keywords:M+/gggg,pedo,v,ws,hum,snuff The men were relaxing with cigars and drinks in booths and at tables surrounding the low stage platform. A few had rented little boys or girls to attend to their needs as the show progressed. The first show had just ended. There was some amusement between the two shows as one member put the seven-year old cutie he had rented up on his table. He undressed her slowly, fingering her little cunt, and then forcing his tongue in her mouth. She was trained not to object and made no protest as he played. He made her kneel on the floor where he relieved himself with a piss in her mouth. As he finished she spilled a little on her flat chest. The member punched her in the face and she sprawled unconscious under the next table. A busboy with a cart came along and removed her along with soiled ashtrays. Eyes turned back to the stage where cleanup of the warm-up show just ended. The warm up had been two teen girls forced to fight each other. They had been rounded up from the ranks of runaway glue-sniffers on the streets. The police chief was a club member and often helped find talent for the shows. He enjoyed them first and usually they arrived at the club beaten and raped. The two girls were forced nude onto the stage. The men began to get stiff cocks as they observed the bruises on the tits and faces of the previously pretty girls. They came for this, to get sexual pleasure watching and often aiding in the destruction of helpless trash. One fourteen-year old girl was overweight, about 140 pounds, but over five feet tall. She had nice tits and some cunt hair. The other was shorter, skinny and still had the perky nubs of an adolescent with a hairless slit. She was younger, maybe thirteen. Both were leaking blood and cum from some adventure in the "dressing" room. They stood in the center of the stage shaking, streaming tears, looking at the cruel grinning faces at the tables. Applause rang out, not for the girls but for the club operator who had set up such an arousing sight. Four guards wearing only loincloths stood with cattle prods on the floor around the raised stage. The host announced that there would be a fight and that the winner would go free. One gentleman announced out loud from his table that he expected the skinny one to win. The show was postponed while numerous patrons made side bets on the outcome, the length of the fight and various injuries that were expected. The host forced the two to face each other about two feet apart. He ordered each to slap the other to get things started. Neither moved, but stood there shaking and looking at the other. They had been picked up together and were friends. The crowd began jeering them for being afraid. The host stepped off the stage and the fun began as he said, "prod them". A guard reached out from the side of the stage and zapped skinny on the ass with his cattle prod. As she jumped and screamed, fats got the same from a second guard. As they settled down to whimpers the host again ordered them "START FIGHTING!". This time they started swinging! The audience roared urging on their betting favourites. Cocks came out and were stroked as hair was pulled, tits scratched. Fats' tits were easier to grab and money changed hands when her left nipple was bitten and first blood flowed. If one girl backed away from the fight or got near the edge of the platform a guard would prod her. The audience laughed each time the girls made an electric jump. As one girl flinched from the prod the other would take advantage with a punch or kick. It was great sport for the audience. One guard zapped fats under her left tit as she strayed near the edge of the platform. She screamed bent over grabbing her aching boob. Skinny kneed her face as she was vulnerable. The plan backfired. Fats lost a tooth but skinny suffered incredible pain where her kneecap was punctured. As she held her knee fats grappled her and they fell rolling on the floor. Fats' weight won out. She straddled the skinny girl and started punching her face over and over. The crowd went wild enjoying the brutal uneven contest. The host interfered and pulled fats up raising her hand to indicate a winner. An excited patron climbed on the stage and jammed his cock into the almost limp loser lying on the platform. Enjoying her half-conscious and beaten condition he came immediately. Her head was off the edge of the stage as he collapsed on her. Other patrons near the stage grabbed her and shot wads of come on her face. One patron held her nose and shot cum in her throat. She began gagging. Four patrons and two guards held her down. The gentleman continued to hold her nose in a tight grip while she choked to death. She literally drowned in cum. A guard fucked her as she died. All those holding her had the thrill of being in on the kill. Her death rattle caused a roar of excitement. She was killed for fun. The fat girl had a brief look of triumph on her face as the host held up her arm in victory. She didn't know she wasn't going free. She had seen the faces of half the town's prominent men. A guard adjusted his prod to full power and poked her cunt. She screamed and fell into a ball on the stage floor. A second poked his prod to her asshole. As she alternately writhed, stretched and curled up screaming in agony, they got her tits, tummy, cunt and face. One eye blew out. Everyone enjoyed her screams and contortions for a while. The guards took turns poking her methodically until she went into convulsions. A patron who still hadn't shot his load for some reason jerked off on her face as she died. Two guards dragged the bodies off stage by the hair. Patrons settled bets, refreshed their drinks and adjusted their zippers. Some of the rented kids were being used pretty hard. The patrons, aware that this was just the opening show, tried to cum only once or not at all during the initial fun. They relaxed and refreshed themselves for the main event while the stage was cleaned up. Some jerked off slowly watching others who were using the rentals. One man had his mousy secretary there with him. His pleasure was to watch men from the surrounding tables humiliate her. A gent from nearby came over and reached under her dress as her boss told her to sit still, legs wide. As the man groped her hard he spit in her face. He deeply tongue kissed her letting more spit drip in her mouth. Unzipping he made her suck him and drink some piss. Her boss played with her tits as she whimpered. She would have a long night. Everyone turned toward the stage as the lights dimmed to signal the main show. What could be better than the opening? The spotlight framed the host who announced, "Gentleman I give you Jasmina!" A beautiful nine-year old was lead onto the stage wearing a cute party dress buttoned down the front. With long black hair, large brown eyes and perfect skin, she was stunning. The crowd gasped. This was not a street slut. They were about to see the trashing of a snotty patrician girl! Some thought she seemed familiar. They would have liked to abuse their own spoiled wives and daughters, but social requirements restrained them. Here was a perfect substitute and a chance to show their real superiority and power. Every man in the place was instantly hard imagining himself fondling, beating and raping this one. What did the host plan to do with her? The girl was smiling! She had been brought to the club thinking it was a recital. The stupid little cunt thought she had singing talent. Her socialite mother had wasted thousands on singing and dancing lessons. When she saw the leering faces in the crowd she hesitated and turned to the host "Where's my Daddy?" The host handed her a paper, told her firmly that her daddy said to sing this, to the tune of Happy Birthday. She glanced down at the paper and began to sing, not really hearing or understanding what she sang: "My little tits are for you My little cu..unt is too... You can rape me for fu..un You can beat me up too!" The audience roared with laughter and jeers as the girl started to cry. "Where's my Daddy?" The host turned her to face him, holding her by the arms at her side. He asked her to look up at him. When she did he spit on her face, then held her firmly as he tongued her mouth. She began to struggle. He punched her in the stomach and she went down in a pile, trying to catch her breath. The host pulled her up by the hair, backhanding her to bring blood out of the corner of her mouth. She started to struggle and two patrons quickly jumped up on the platform to hold her arms. The terror stricken girl had never even been spanked. She screamed as the host grabbed her dress at the neck, tearing it down, popping buttons and snapping her training bra. He slid the shoulders down pinning her arms. Everyone eyed her nubby tits. The patron on her left held her easily with one hand and began feeling her little titties with the other. The audience was loving it. It was thrilling to see three adult men playing with the helpless little slut. Every cock in the place was hard. Many got up from their tables and booths to stand near the stage for a more personal experience. The host pulled her skirt up with one hand and tore off her white panties with the other. He threw the shredded panties to the crowd. On gentleman easily intercepted them in the air and put them to his nose, inhaling her piss, fear and child cunt juice. The dress came off as the three men tore at it. Spectators drooled at the sight of her bare slit. They wanted to see and hear more damage and were soon rewarded. While the girl struggled with her two captors the host grabbed her crotch hard, jamming his middle finger inside. As he pierced her hymen she began to shriek, with his other hand he pulled on her right nipple with thumb and forefinger with all his might. His fingers slipped off before the nipple could rip from her chest but the little nip stuck out obscenely. He grabbed the other one as a bruise formed instantly around the first. He shifted the cunt hand so his thumb went in front and the middle finger went to her tiny asshole. She struggled and screamed as he violated her two holes. Blood began dripping down inside her thighs. As she tried to kick he grabbed her ankle and pulled up taking her off balance. The two patrons dropped her to the floor and the audience could hear a thud as her head hit. The two on either side each grabbed an arm and a leg, pulling and spreading her. An audible crack came from one hip and she shrieked. The host stepped back as he undid his pants so the audience could enjoy the bloody view of her cuntlet. He dropped on her knocking the wind out of her. As she gasped to breathe he worked his cock into the little bloody slit. She caught her breath just in time to shriek as he rammed, and the blood-lubricated cock tore into her. The audience sweated and jerked off excitedly as they watched him pound her until he came. He got up and the two patrons rolled her over. One took her ass and she screamed some more. She was dragged to the edge of the platform where nearby audience members started to cum, spit and piss on her bruised face. Hands mauled her little titties. While the pounding in her holes continued one guy kept biting her legs, tits and arms. He drew blood some places. Finally she stopped struggling and her mind retreated into some protective place ignoring the pain. The audience gradually sated themselves and drifted back to tables to get drinks. What a show! The girl was left lying in a cum covered fetal position on the platform for appreciative viewing. One man sat unobserved in a private booth catching the entire show with a high definition video camera. He used the zoom to get the intimate details of the action. Wider shots showed the frenzied rape. He walked out to the platform and filmed up and down the girl, getting close-ups of her cum-covered bruised face, bite marks and bloody holes as she lay there moaning. Normally a camera of any kind would have been forbidden as many reputations were at risk here. But this was Tanaka. This powerful man already controlled half the men in the room through financial ties, and the rest feared him. No one objected when they saw who held the camera. A few of the men then realized why the girl seemed familiar. They had seen her at weddings and other events with him - his own daughter. Holding the camera steady on her he kicked her viciously in the small of her back. Her brain came out of its hiding place and she made a raspy scream, straightening out, holding her spine with both hands. He held the camera steady on her with one hand while unzipping his pants with the other to jerk off a little. You could tell he understood camera work as the camera was held motionless the whole time. This would not be a shaky amateur job. Tanaka had recently discovered that his wife was an adulterer and, through DNA analysis, that this often disobedient slut was not his child. Divorce or revelation of his being a cuckold would cause great loss of face. He decided to straighten out his wife's behaviour and get rid of the expensive singing lessons at the same time. Why support someone else's child when he could make some money, have fun and get rid of two problems at once? He would edit the tape to protect identities and sell it to the club members and others for a fortune. Tanaka had brought the girl to the club, previously instructing the host on the particulars of the show. He would force his wife to watch the tape and remind her that her two younger daughters would also be used if she strayed again. A story that this one was off at a foreign boarding school would prevent inquiries. He walked around the now stretched out sobbing girl, camera steady, and kicked her again, in the cunt. She went back into a ball with another scream. This was real fun, both the violence and the filming. The audience, eyes transfixed, began another jerk-off to the spectacle. They could see that this was going to be a snuff film. They had seen death at the club, but not the cold-blooded filming of it for amusement. A few of them had seen such films but never witnessed the filming as entertainment. Tanaka was enjoying it. He kicked her several more times, painfully but not lethally, evoking screams and grunts. He jerked off between kicks, taking his time, stretching out her agony and his pleasure. She started to react less, issuing grunts rather than screams. Then, keeping the camera on her face he finally stomped on her throat, crushing the windpipe. She grasped her neck feebly, turning blue, trying to breathe. He looked into her questioning eyes and spat in her face. She started the convulsions of a death rattle and he shot his load on her as she died. He relieved himself on her as the audience let out their breath as one. The end of the video would be a view looking down at the dying girls' face, a gob of spit sliding down her cheek. Cum shoots at it from a cock above, and the white ropes stretch across her nose as she stops moving. Finally the camera pulls back panning her whole ruined body as a stream of piss shoots into her slack mouth until it overflows with yellow froth. As Tanaka walked back to his booth applause rang out. Most of the group had just cum for the third or fourth time! Patrons started to leave from the most exciting show they had ever seen. A loudspeaker announced the purchase details for the snuff tape. Many made orders before exiting. Some wanted to be sure they were not identified on it! Waiters began the cleanup. The floor was slippery with blood and cum. A couple of the rentals lay dead along with the mousy secretary, victims of the crowd's excitement. Two of the waiters were necrophiliacs. Clean up would take a while.