The Misogynist Club
by Jake Baker (claims to have written)

The gavel banged against the oak table twice. The auditorium filled
with people became quiet. At the front of the room, on the stage, a
man in a business suit stood behind a podium, wielding the gavel. But
there was something wrong -- he was wearing a mask, as were all the
men in the audience -- almost 1 hundred of them.

The leader's mask was of a white bird, with a golden beak. White
feather fanned backward, giving him a regal look. The white bird was a
sign of purity. The symbol this club had adopted.

You see, this was the first ever meeting of the misogynist club. The
leader, whose code name was Bitch-Killer, had over the past few months
quietly and carefully assembled all of the men in this room into a
club dedicated to the advancement of man. Bitch-Killer realized, as
did his hand-picked friends, that men are inherently superior to
woman. They all balk at the idea that our society gives woman any
freedom at all, none-the-less important positions in business and
government.

So these men formed a secret organization to promote their views and
give each other strength in the long twilight struggle against the
forces of feminism.

For the first time, Bitch-Killer addressed all the assembles men:
"Gentlemen, let me thank you for coming here today. I believe, as do
you, that it is of utmost importance that we remember woman are just
objects, to be used and abused at will. As this is the first meeting,
we should get some ground rules out of the way.

"First, we are all equals here. This is why we wear the masks. Let
none of us ever know who each other are, lest someone's betrayal ruin
our cause.

"Second -- there is almost no need to say this -- any man betraying
us, or found in sympathy for a woman -- is a traitor, and will be
summarily dealt with.

"Now, just so all of us are clear on it, let me state out loud the
purpose of our group:

"We are assembled here to be the judges and punishers of womankind. It
will be a long and arduous process, but we shall be victorious in the
end. The name of our club says it all -- we hate woman. They must
suffer, and their suffering will bring us much pleasure..."

Shouts of jubilation and cheers of agreement came up from the
assembled group. One man wearing a black devil mask with horns, his
name Tit-Masher, shouted, "Death to the fucking whores!"

Cunt-Burner added to that, "But not until we have our way with all of
them!" This caused much laughter.

The leader let the merriment continue for a while, then banged his
gavel to get the room quiet.

When the room hushed, he spoke. "And now, our first trial... This
bitch was kidnapped by Nipple-Biter..."

>From the other side of the auditorium, a door opened. A masked man,
his mask that of a laughing jester, and two more men led a struggling
woman into the room. The men gasped in astonishment -- she was
beautiful. No, not beautiful... Cute like an angel. Her big brown eyes
were topped with just the hint of lovely arched eyebrows. Her long
curly blond hair fell to the middle of her back. Her teeth were
shining white, her lips juicy red.

She was wearing a thin floral blouse and a white dress. She had white
ankle-socks and white running shoes. Her peachy complexion contrasted
nicely with the virginal white. Bitch-Killer explained, "We caught her
coming home from a dress up dance party. There, she had refused to
fuck a man..."

A shocked gasp came from the assembled men. "bitch..." They muttered,
"cunt..."

"What's her name!" Asked girl-beater.

"Crissy," said the leader, "Crissy Monica."

By this time, the three men had brought the terrified girl to the
front of the room. As they forced her on her knees, she babbled,
"no... Please... What are you doing... Let me go! Let me go!" She
started screaming.

"Silence her!" Commanded the leader. Nipple-biter roughly grabbed a
hand-full of her golden hair and forced a black ball-gag into her
complaining mouth. She was reduced to mere grunts now. Someone
commented, "That's how all women should be... on their knees and
gagged..."

"Until of course we have use for her mouth!" Much laughter.

A few bangs of the gavel brought quiet to the room. "Crissy..." The
trembling girl looked up, "you are hereby charged with refusing a man.
If someone wants, he may speak on her behalf..." The room was quiet
except for a few incredulous giggles.

"Very well. You are found guilty and shall be summarily punished!"
Crissy started crying, tears staining her adorable face.

"The floor is now open to any man to voice an opinion how she should
be punished!"

"We can all fuck her..." (leader: "For starters...")

"How bout her tits! I brought some electrical wire. I bet she'd scream
real nice if we whipped her tits with it?" (leader: "Interesting...")

"Spank her rear-end until it bleeds!"

"Cum on her face..."

"...and hair..."

"...hell, cover her perky body with cum!"

"I like seeing girls with rubber bands mangling their tits!"

"I wanna stick my boot up her ass!"

"Burn her!"

After about a half an hour of suggestions, the leader had made up his
mind.

"In this court of law, Crissy," she raised her face, terrified by all
the things the men wanted to do to her to look of the leader, "you
have one chance to redeem yourself, if you can come up with a
punishment to rival all the others here, you will be found
sufficiently submissive to be let go. So tell us, Crissy, how do you
want us to torture you? Better make it juicy, too=85"

Nipple-biter removed the gag keeping the bitch quiet. She had a
perfect opportunity to be found innocent, but all the girl could find
to say was... "please don't hurt me, I'll do anything..."

*slap* *aaahhhhiiii*

A slap from nipple-biter to the girls face, a sneer of disgust on his,
followed by a wail of pain from cute Crissy.

"Stupid whore, " spat the leader, "you truly are worthless. String her
up!"

Frightened, Crissy scrambled away from the hands groping for her and
started running to the exit, screaming her head off. But one man
tripped her and she fell flat on her face with an *umph*. More hands
clawed at her, firmly seizing her ankles and wrists as she was dragged
kicking and screaming by her hair back to the stage.

When they let her go, she huddled in the fetal position on the ground.
The men surrounding the helpless whore laughed as they butted her with
their toes.

"Cry for us, bitch!" Said several men. Crissy, terrified, complied.

More men grabbed her and forced her to stand up. Her wrists were
handcuffed together and lifted above her head and placed onto a hook
hanging their, which was raised. She was gagged again, this time with
hemp cord that forced her lips far back into a permanent smile.

Soon, her feet were lifted off the ground. Several men grabbed her
kicking legs and roped her ankles together and then her knees.

At this point, several men wanted to get her right then, but
Bitch-Killer managed to keep control. He told everyone the rules.

"Now here, we have a blond bitch hanging for our pleasure. Everyone
will get a chance at her. Form up a line. When your turn comes, you
have two options... Remove one article of her clothing or beat her
exposed flesh with whatever implement you brought. Her face is
off-limits: we don't want to ruin her cute smile. Oh yes, and each man
must do a second thing... He must degrade her verbally. And each man
must say something different."

Girl-Beater asked, "If we whip her, how many strokes do we get?"

"Well..." Thought Bitch-Killer, "she's 20 years old, so... 20 sounds
good."

"One last thing. As you all know, we here at the misogynist club have
a ranking system based on how cruel we have proven ourselves to be to
the stupid hunks of meat we pleasure ourselves with. For this little
tit-bag, the following points are offered -- 20 for a piece of
clothing, 1/2 per whip stroke. Also, you get 1 point per tear she
sheds under your care. 5 more per scream elicited. If she goes
unconscious -- 50 points."

"Everyone set? Let's go..."

The first man, Ass-Fucker came up. He looked up carefully into
Crissy's wide eyes, which begged him for mercy. "Crissy," he said
slowly, "you are a fucking bag of meat and it is my pleasure to be
part of the group that reduces you to a spineless sniveling whore."

Since there was no flesh exposed yet to whip, Ass-Fucker removed one
of her shoes and carried it off stage with him, where he watched and
masturbated into it as the others came up.

Her other shoe was removed and a sock before any of her creamy skin
became exposed for whipping.

"Yes!" Uttered Cums-In-Hair, as he approached the helpless blond.
Crissy was already crying steadily. Wire whip in hand, he looked up at
her, "Crissy," he said, "I'm going to hurt you now. Why? I need no
reason -- I want to. And think, cutie... I'm only number four. There
are 90 more horny men behind me."

Crissy shook he cute blond head as he lifted up her legs and stroked
her bare sole with the wire whip. He sneered up at her... "One!"

*snap*

Crissy screamed and jerked in the air, but Cums-In-Hair held her
still. He waited till she settled down and then "Two!" *craaa---ck!!!*

The men behind him cheered him on. "Whip her!" "Hurt the pig!" "Make
her squeal real nice!"

"Three!!!"

*snap*

Cums-In-Hair racked up the pain points when Crissy let out a caterwaul
on the fourth blow. Hearing her scream, distorted through the thin
gag, he lost control and began whipping her foot with a vengeance. The
wire whip dragged out red marks into her tender sole.

The men continued to cheer him on till he had delivered all twenty
blows to her foot. He smiled "Next!"

Smacks-Behind came up next. "Enjoy that, Crissy darling? Can't wait to
see your titties whipped like that."

Smacks reached up and unbuttoned her thin blouse. He had to tear it
off, because she was still tied up.

The next man came up. Crissy looked at him with fear in her wide eyes.
"As much as I'd love to hurt you Crissy, I want to see your ass...
Imagine, your honey ass will be bruised and bleeding by the time we're
done." And he removed her skirt.

She was still wearing bra and blue undies, but the next man wanted to
whip her. He took off his belt, double it up in one hand, and
proceeded to strap her back side.

*smack* went the belt, raising a welt on her tanned backside. "Filthy
bitch!" He said. *smack* *smack* *smack* Crissy screamed, tossing her
blond head as the blows rained down on her. *smack* *smack* *smack*
*smack* *smack* *smack* The poor twenty year old had never known such
pain, and her screams proved it.

When he was done, the man looked up into her face and laughed. He
mocked her, "Poor little Crissy. Did lil ol me hurt you? Shame on
me... But you shouldn't be so damn hot!" Laughing he went away.

The next man sneered at her, "Time we see those tits of yours cunt!"
And ripped off her bra. Her tits sprang free. They were shaped like
tear-drops and turned up at the ends into largish nipples.

The next three men enjoyed abusing her fresh tits. The first took
solely the underside of her left tit, laughing and smiling as he
smacked it again and again with a yard-stick. He laughed each time her
tit sprang into the air, accompanied by a yelp or scream from the poor
girl. "Hey Crissy!" He laughed, "this is pretty funny, don't you
think." The blond moaned in pain.

The second man wasn't so kind to her. He had a cat-o-nine tails and
whipped both of her tits with a fury. He racked up the points for
screams. The bitch's face was turning blue, she was screaming so much.

It turned out most of the men wanted a shot at her tits, with only a
few paying attention to her ass and puffy cunt. By the end of the
ordeal, her tits were puffy and bleeding in several places. One man
had used a meat-tenderer on her thighs, and they too were horribly
mutilated.

Finally, they were done. Crissy, her mind a numbed fog, prayed that
her ordeal was over, that they'd let her go. They even cut her down,
and let her lay prone and naked on the floor. She feebly covered he
tortured tits with her still handcuffed hands. Bitch-Killer removed
the rope from her mouth and she felt blood come painfully back into
her lips. As she gasped for air, she was horrified to hear.

"Ok. That was pretty good. Has this fucking 20 year old cunt felt
enough, guys?" A unanimous "No!!!" Went up from the assembled men.
Crissy groaned. She didn't know if she could take any more.

She tried to close her eyes, but then she felt someone sit on her
stomach! Strong hands grasped her beautiful hair and forced it
painfully up, while more hands pried her eyelids open. The man sitting
on her was big and fat. He had his thick cock in his hand and was
massaging it to its full length.

"Ready, woman?" He asked, but didn't wait for a reply. He painfully
yanked up her swollen tits and placed his cock between them. He
squeezed her orbs around his shaft and masturbated himself with her
tits. She tried to look away, but the hand wouldn't let go of her
hair. Several men were wanking on it. She heard with horror - "Hey!
Let's play tug-a-war!" - just as a huge glob of cum splashed into her
face.

As another man replaced the first, masturbating until he shot a stream
of hot sticky cum into her face, several men grabbed her hair and
began pulling it in different directions. The roots were being torn
painfully out. Crissy began to moan, a long high-pitched wail. Several
more men cummed at her at once, getting it into her eyes and mouth.
She spat the slimy fluid out and got smacked hard upside the head.
"You drink our cum, bitch!!!"

She began again to cry as almost a hundred men crowded around her, all
eagerly cumming in her face. After the twentieth man colored her
glorious face, they strapped her down spread-eagle to the floor.
Several men held her head still, her scalp bleeding slightly where
handfuls of hair had been yanked out. More men came on her face, then
still more. Slowly, the smelly white cum was drowning her, and the
howls of the men's laughter made it worse. Still, more men came
forward, spurting onto her face until nothing of her flesh could be
seen. Her eyes stung from where cum leaked in; she swallowed as much
as she could until it felt like she had swallowed a gallon of cum. The
girl, just barely out of her teens, screamed. This made the men laugh
again and give each other hi-fives.

When poor Crissy's face was lathered with almost a hundred-men's cum,
the leader shouted "Clean her off!"

Crissy couldn't see; didn't know what he meant. But then a spray of
something hit her face and started washing the cum off. She thought it
was water, but as several more streams came in and she started to
smell it past the cum in her nostrils, she realized what it was...

"Piss on the cunt!"

The men all pissed on her. The leader pissed on her several times. Her
hair became wet with urine, and her bruised and cuts on her tits and
thighs and face stung. A hundred men used Crissy's delicate body as a
toilet. Soon, while there were still some thirty men to piss on her,
the other men got bored. They amused themselves by sticking various
objects up the captives cunt.

Accompanied by the girls screams, they put glass bottles and sticks
and even forced a brick up into it. "Round whole ... Square object..."
One of the men, a high-school physics teacher, giggled as the brick
tore its way into her soft pussy. The teacher imagined shoving bricks
up the cunts of many of the schoolgirls in his classes.

When the pissing was finally over, and they could see once more their
girl's adorable face, Crissy again wondered if it was over. But the
men weren't done with her yet. The best part was to come.

"Crissy," asked Bitch-Killer, holding the trembling meat by her hair,
"will you ever deny a man again? Have you learned..."

A whisper escaped her hoarse throat, "Yes... Anything..."

The leader smiled at her sweetly. "Good, I'm glad," he said, stroking
her tits and cunt gently, "then there is only one last thing to prove
to us you know your place..."

He let her go and handed her a white hot metal brand...

"On your tit, burn out the words, "filthy whore"

Crissy stood their trembling. But the girl who one hour ago wouldn't
have let a man see her tits had been broken. Her pretty face scrunched
up in pain and she screamed louder than ever as she brought the brand
against he sensitive tit-flesh. It took almost ten minutes and she
passed out four times from the pain, but finally she'd engraved the
words onto her tits.

Crying, she looked at the leader, "now... May I ... Go?"

He smiled, "Yes=85" he said, "your coming home with me. You're my new
slave, bitch."

"did you really think we'd let you go free again?" Laughing, he
dragged the sobbing girl to his car. If Crissy thought her trial had
been painful, she was wrong... Her new master new the meaning of pain.
He tied her to a machine that used her tits like screws. She became
used to being used as a bathroom -- Bitch-Killer refused to use a
toilet it he had a girl-mouth around. He used her pussy as a bowl to
drink boiling-hot soups out of. And he raped her almost non-stop. This
lasted nine-months, until he got bored with her and let her go. But
no-one believed the thing that spoke to them was ever a high-class
coed, and she lived out her remaining years lonely and cold on the
streets.

And all because she wouldn't fuck a man who'd asked.