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 ========== Clubbing ========== by Urquhart Devlin ---------------------------------- Chapter One - Nervous New Arrivals ---------------------------------- 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 crčche, 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. ------------------------------- Chapter Four - A Brace of Youth ------------------------------- “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. ---------------------------------- Chapter Five – Already an Old Hand ---------------------------------- 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.