Feature Writer: Regis
Feature Title: Cassandra 3
Published: 28.03.2023
Story Codes: Young, Gore, Slavery, Erotic Horror
Synopsis: An epic of wild-assed, unbridled debauchery in the old west.
Cassandra 3
On the day of the sulky event, Cassandra was let off her leash, and helped the wranglers harness the teams of human horses to their sulkies. She was given a riding crop to provide tough discipline to the marvelous nudes who had been selected and prepared for this event, and she used it to startling effect. She became promptly and remained in total control of the beautiful young prancing cunts.
The rigid crop caused amazing bounce in the big impaled tits, and the buxom girls who had spent the winter as her stable mates in the bitch barn were now receiving a merciless tit, ass and cunt whipping from her. Cassandra liked to please the men with her rough treatment of the harnessed girls, and the men were delighted with the severity of the punishment she delivered.
Cassandra was a natural show-off, a true exhibitionist, as she had proved with the buffalo kill. She strutted with self-assured cockiness, with a contemptuous look of disdain before the harnessed girls, cutting a striking figure in her spike heeled red cowboy boots, her red leather collar, and her jaunty red cowboy hat.
She was otherwise naked, as all slave cunts were required to be. She inspected their tight breast-binding, their harness, and their specially designed leather headgear, which was a harness that fitted to the cheek posts for their reins. The rigging of the captive ladies was as fine as any she had ever seen at any livery supply store. The blacksmith at Devil’s Haven was a true artisan of the west.
She slapped suddenly and unexpectedly at their nakedness with abrupt brutal lashes of her rigid riding crop as she inspected them, building in them a fear of her. It was necessary for her to grasp what little power the men gave her over the others, to gain the feeling that she was somehow superior to the other female captives. That was her only edge on survival, and she knew she had to maintain it.
The gorgeous farm girl Cassandra had somehow developed a tough moral crust that was even rare in boys raised on rugged ranches. She was able to separate her own situation from that of the other captive women, even though she was clearly one of them. Once they were marked for abuse she took the side of the abusers, and was dispassionate in her contempt for them. She was totally merciless to these bizarrely harnessed human animals.
The wranglers were impressed at how dispassionate she was to her stable mates, and at how much pleasure she apparently took in the power she was given. The impudent college harlot would talk sweetly with one of the terrified young women, and then without warning would slash at the beautiful bitch with her whip, bringing the rigid crop violently up under her big breasts, causing the bound mammaries to bounce wildly.
Then she would lash out at the face of the next girl on the team, and the back or buttocks of the third team member. While they were screaming from the pain and debasement they were enduring, she would bring the lash up violently between their legs, stinging their pierced and ringed cunts. She knew how to hurt a woman, and these women were hurting hard.
After inspecting the body harness of the next set, she would brace herself, her luscious legs spread, confronting the team of the harnessed bitches, and would lash wildly at their cunts. She brought the tightly woven stiff leather crop up severely, using all her strength on the blows.
They were strong enough that the puckered pussies puffed out from both external and internal swelling. The vaginal meat continued to swell after the whip was redirected to the breasts, and the brutalized mammaries also began to out swell from the intensive battering from the unforgiving riding crop.
The whip Cassandra had been given was unlikely to break the skin of the bound girls, and it did not. Instead, it caused angry red welts to stand up from the flesh of the beaten girls, which highlighted the extent of the merciless whipping their stalemate had given them.
The welts were so pronounced that they cast distinct shadows in the brilliant spring sunlight. Their red color against the pale white flesh of the naked females added further accent to the merciless treatment the bitches had endured to their faces, breasts, backs, bellies, cunts, and legs. The agony they had endured at the heartless hand of the beautiful Cassandra was apparent to everyone.
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When the punishments with the riding crop were completed, Cassandra had her leash re-attached to her collar, and she was led out to the large corral, where she was forced to stand near the fence, her lovely legs spread. She had no idea what that was about, and knew better than to ask.
One of the wealthy ranchers stood leaning against the fence, his penis standing out of his pants. She was instructed to bend over and to take his thick prick into her mouth. As she stood bent over in this totally compromising position, another rancher pulled out his penis and spread her buttocks with her hands. He hacked, and then spit onto the bulb dimpled of her anus, to provide lubrication.
The rancher had a wad of chewing tobacco in his mouth, wedged in against his cheek. The brown foam of his tobacco-stained spittle trickled across her puckered sphincter, and a bead of the discolored moisture rolled slowly down through the valley of her spread buttocks toward the deep fold at the base of her vagina.
Suddenly he rammed his large penis at the anal target, banging the flared head of the huge organ against her rectum. Without preparation, the firm pole of male meat thrust into her. A brief high pitched squeal escaped her penis-filled throat as her colon was brutally invaded. It was not possible to tell if it were from surprise or from pain, but it was most likely from both.
The ranchers fucking the two ends of their gorgeous slave bitch set up a bucking action together, so that she took a deep and rugged double rape. When they were both near the point of ejaculation, they pulled out. The man who had been fucking her throat stepped aside, and the man who had butt fucked her took his place.
He grabbed her collar, and pulled her mouth onto his penis, now liberally smeared with her own shit. Before she could react to this disgusting turn, a third rancher had taken his place behind her, and he brutally thrust his penis into her exposed anus and began rutting.
This rotation was a common occurrence that happened when a gang rape was in progress, called the cowboys’ roundhouse. It was used whenever wranglers had only one woman to rape, or when they came in off the range and had so little money that they all had to share the same whore. For obvious reasons, the girls didn’t like it any more than Cassandra did now.
These wealthy ranchers were using it on Cassandra because of the humiliation it brought to the woman that experienced it, as many women did in the early days of the west. The stretched flesh ring of her rectum rippled along the length of the man’s thick shaft until it gripped the rigid base.
She felt his heavy testicles slapping against her cunt as he humped into her spread ass in a deep rutting action, matched by the man fucking her throat. She could taste the alkaline of her own offal in her mouth, and as it dissolved it joined and discolored her saliva dribbling out around the penis ravaging her face and throat.
Cassandra was involved in a base animalistic exploitation, as the exploited, and she was startled to notice she was being turned on by the gross decadence of the obscene act. It was the same instinct that kept her working at the brothel while she studied at the university. She had a strange streak she did not understand, and it gave her a thrill.
Cassandra attempted, with limited success, to disguise her rush of orgasms that flooded her whole consciousness, as she felt the pulsing of the thrusting male organs inside her. The ranchers were experienced with the reaction she had, as they had the ability with their powerful organs to bring any female to orgasm almost at will. They had experienced many such bitch responses, but seldom had they seen them so powerful or in such rapid succession. It was as if she were having a single endless orgasm.
The bitch was getting far too much of a pleasure response for their liking, so the men pulled their penises out of her, and the man who removed his shit-smeared penis from her anus took his position against the fence. He soon had his brown covered organ buried deep into her throat
The man who had first stood at the fence now got his penis into her now well stretched anus. The two men gave her the third double fucking, and within moments she was again in the throes of multiple orgasms. This astounding bitch Cassandra was proving to be a real party animal.
The men got out of her before they reached orgasm themselves to ensure they would fully enjoy the event they were about to enter. Cassandra was forced to clean the third penis of her brown offal with her mouth, licking the huge male organ sparkling clean.
The cooperative bitch did a creditable job as a sensuous ass fuck animal and as a prick cleaner. She had provided these three horny ranchers with a suitable warm-up for the day’s exciting event, and Cassandra’s leather leash was tied to a post where she had a first class view of the entire corral.
The three teams of harnessed girls were brought into the corral, pulling their sulkies by their cunt rings. The teams were aligned in a row along one side, near the wooden rail fence. Inside the corral a course was indicated by a set of wooden barrels laid in a large oval.
They were set with ten feet of space between the barrels and the corral fence. This arrangement made a smaller oval track inside the fence, which allowed easy access to the infield, but none for the harnessed girls to the outfield, which was the area outside the corral fence.
The three ranchers who had enjoyed the sexual charms of Cassandra came back into the corral, while the other ranchers sat perched on top of the corral fence, a position which gave them a full view of the entire enclosed area. The three men were still sporting their cleanly licked penises from their open pants, and now carried long slender woman-whips.
They climbed onto the small sulkies behind the three teams of harnessed girls, and took hold of the reins. Their woman-whips had real stinging power, and were in the hands of men who knew how to make the most of them. They were engaged in a real adult game, one for the enjoyment of horny men such as themselves.
The reins attached to the cheek posts of the horse-girls, and their hair stretching down to their belts, had the potential to block effective whipping of the bitches backs, but in the hands of these skilled ranchers, the girls had no area of their body safe from the telling blows that were to follow.
The three slender poles from each sulky which were attached to thick iron rings in the major labia of each of the eighteen horse-girls also presented no obstacles to accessing the ladies’ large swollen cunts with the whips. This deep cunt-piercing to attach the sulky poles had been Cassandra’s idea.
The entire naked body of each horse-girl was completely vulnerable to attack by the long slender woman-whips. The men could whip their human mares at will, and they did, striking the naked and defenseless females wherever they pleased. And they did.
The start of the bizarre human sulky race was quite informal: one of the ranchmen lashed his whip in a horizontal blow that stung the buttocks of all three of his girls, and they were off. The other two teams bolted forward after them with no encouragement from the whips.
They felt the sting immediately anyway, as the whole purpose of this bizarre race was to severely abuse these gorgeous young human horses. Their long supple woman-whips were quite different from the stiff crop Cassandra had used on the naked bitches.
These well crafted weapons specially designed for use on females were specially imported from Spain. They were made by gypsies, nomads with no moral compass, who had developed and mastered the technique for making them over centuries. When Duke first heard of these amazing whips, he was told nobody knew for certain what the leather was, but from the stories told, the light colored leather ranged from boiled pig penis skin to the leather of women.
According to the legends, beautiful human females were kidnapped and killed to provide their slender muscles and hides for these special whips. Duke had once seen one of these whips being used at an illicit circus in his younger days, and had actually handled it, and used it on a naked woman in a hidden midway booth in a tent.
From the moment he had taken hold of the whip in the back tent, and laid it across the bare back of a woman stripped and spread for a target, he knew he had to own such well-fashioned implement. He described it more as a tool than a weapon. He had cum in his pants as he used it. The experience was enough to make him certain he had to have one of these magnificent bitch beating implements for his own.
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The gypsies had developed the special woman-whips for their specialty; erotic shows they provided for the important people of the towns they visited. They stuck mainly to the mountain regions and small villages on the plains, where the people had less contact with the outside world.
These villages were ripe for the picking, where visitors with something different to offer were welcomed, and could leave with their pockets full. The gypsies lied to the townsfolk and the cowboys, telling them that the art of whipping a naked woman was now all the rage in the cities. The entertainment the gypsies brought was far too aberrant to be tolerated in the more established towns.
It was the people of the tightly knit villages that respected the kind of performance these gypsies specialized in providing. They were much like a small traveling one-ring circus, with jugglers, wire walkers, acrobats, trapeze artists, and some kind of animal act, but they also offered special private shows wherever they traveled.
Their women were spectacular, and wore costumes that featured rather than hid their sexual charms, and had the pricks of the men standing at attention in their pants. These women were professional cock teasers, and knew how to turn an erection into a valuable flow of cash.
One of the most welcomed groups of travelers was a particular troop of gypsies that specialized exclusively in brutal bitch-whipping shows. They always brought along with them a few buxom girls and women abducted as they left the previous town. They would string her up to demonstrate their abilities with the vicious whips, and the whip’s effectiveness on a woman, for a price.
More often they provided severe and sometimes, if required, terminal punishment to local female villagers who had transgressed village law. It was always better to have a legitimate crime available, in case outside authorities unexpectedly showed up.
The arrival of the gypsies in a town or village was always keenly anticipated, and the town council always found a shapely woman to accuse of a capital crime when they knew the gypsies were coming. They chose a woman who could be sacrificed to the gypsy’s whips for the entertainment of the elders and the wealthy. Every show was spectacular, and most were exceedingly outrageous.
From the earliest days remembered, dating back more than a hundred years, troops of gypsies had roamed through these mountains, providing both entertainment and the capital punishments, so that the conscience of the villagers could remain pure.
The brutal bitch-whippings always lasted through the entire night, continuing by tradition until daylight broke. The outcome was always the same: the dead carcass of the naked female victim was cut down, and the bleeding corpse was hauled off for burial, as far as the villagers knew, but Duke had learned that more often the meat was secretly used to feed the gypsies’ dogs.
It was rare that an outsider got to witness these incredibly brutal ceremonial killings. Duke was one of the few exceptions, and he had actually managed to obtain three of the remarkable whips that the gypsies had made. He had often heard rumors of the unusual all night sessions, and he had brought along a pretty fifteen-year-old girl from Mexico which he provided as a gift to the gypsy chief.
That gift of such an attractive young human for whatever use they wished, gained the confidence of the gypsies. His generous gesture not only allowed Duke access to watch the brutal festivities, but it also earned him the right to purchase the three remarkable woman-whips he was after.
He had heard rumors that these extraordinary whips these gypsies used to severely punish women were actually crafted from the flesh of women, specially selected athletic young ladies who were killed to donate their meat to the project. According to the stories told by the elders, muscle was stripped from the kidnaped women’s legs, their loins, and their backs, then secretly processed, and finally woven into the tight long leather lashes that were so devastating on the naked subjects who felt their sting.
Duke discovered the truth of the matter. One of these remarkable creations cost him double what the other two had, and proved the source of the material from which it and the other two were crafted. The whip handle was wrapped in pale leather that was undisguised. It was made from the dried cunt of a young woman.
The fine smooth human leather was made of the donor’s entire pubic mound and inner fuck muscle, complete with a small carefully shaved patch of her dark pubic curls. The erotic but deadly weapon was made so that the dried spread lips of the vagina used to make the whip rested against the palm of the hand on the person using the whip, and the hair patch was positioned at the head of the whip handle, laying in front of the holder’s thumb.
Closer inspection revealed that the butt end of the whip was made of the donor lady’s anus, as it was part of the same piece of erotic leather that was made from the donor girl’s cunt. The remarkable whip was not only a beautifully crafted work of art, but was as also entirely functional.
Duke got to see its application and power when applied to the bare hide of a woman first hand. After the main show of the circus, and when the palmists and fortune tellers had their chance to fleece the gullible townspeople of their hard earned pennies, the gypsies held a banquet for the town’s leaders.
The food was dispensed in a most unusual manner by young gypsy serving girls, and now the skimpy gossamer costumes they and the erotic dancer wore fully revealed rather than teasingly covered their ample sexual charms. The young ladies dispensed cooked food from their vaginas!
As the banqueters ate, another pair of ravishingly beautiful young girls provided entertainment by engaging in an unusual contest. Duke had spotted the heavy gold ring that each girl wore in her inner vagina lips, and assumed the delicate organ flesh had been pierced through to accommodate these licentious rings.
He knew, as all educated men did, that all of the gypsy’s women were unbridled harlots at heart, and that the dark eyed and raven haired sluts would not let a whim of false modesty ever interrupt their enjoyment of carnal pleasure. This was all about raw sex.
He was also sure they were totally under the control of the men, and that there was avarice behind everything they did, even the wanton sexual acts done for pleasure. The two new girls were embraced by their lovers, who passionately hugged and kissed them.
The men then removed the ravishing girls’ gossamer clothing, and the swarthy black haired beauties squatted, then leaned back so that they supported their weight on their hands and feet, face up, with their hips raised. They glared at each other, and positioned themselves so that their spread knees were pressed together, and their naked cunts were less than two feet apart.
Now Duke saw that the splendid vaginas of the young women were not pierced as he had thought, but that the stout gold rings were attached to thick plugs the two beauties held deep inside their wombs. The girls’ lovers used a short chain to attach the two rings together, thus linking the girls, and then the men stood back.
They knew better than to get too close when a pair of hot blooded hellions were about engage in such a bizarre form of combat. The object of the contest set up between the two shameless young women was simple: each girl was to try to remove the plug from the grip of the other’s cunt before she let go of her own.
There were no rules. It was such a beautifully simple contest that Duke was very impressed. It gave the two young ladies full license to do whatever was necessary to win, and with no rules, cheating was impossible. The two naked gypsy girls quickly learned that there was little progress to be made by remaining in the opening position and bucking their hips.
Duke could see that the plugs were so firmly planted that they must be much larger than he had first imagined. He watched the two flop onto their backs, their legs tangled, and begin to kick at the base of the others’ breasts, and at the beautiful faces. A smashing blow from a heel soon had blood spurting from a broken nose.
The screaming bitches rolled onto their sides, and grabbed at hair and breasts with their fingers. Duke noticed for the first time the length of the girls’ sharpened and red painted nails. They were like talons, and their effect was as noticeable as they produced bleeding scratches on faces, breasts, bellies and thighs.
These gypsies put on a great dinner show. They were fighting for real. The voluptuous breasts of both girls were soon deeply scratched and trickling rivulets of blood. These nomadic people understood the strong connection between sex and violence in entertainment.
Duke enjoyed his meal of small game served from the cunts of young girls and red wine as he watched the young ladies scratch, punch, elbow and kick each other in their desperate struggle, and he noticed that the cunt plugs were as firm in their erotic seating as ever.
These young ladies were not going to give up their plugs without an impassioned fight. Pride was everything, and even in a show, a gypsy could not even contemplate losing. Now the lovers became involved. The girls had become so impassioned with their fight they had seemingly forgotten the objective of the contest.
The men pulled the girls out of a struggling embrace, and got them back into their starting position, face up crab-walking on their hands and feet with their spread knees pressed together and their hips and pelvises raised. Standing back once more, the men took up long slender whips, began to use them to encourage the girls to pull.
The weapons the men were using were not true women whips, but were instead long buggy whips, which were designed to motivate horses. They would sting and raise angry welts on the naked flesh of women when enough force was applied, but they would not cut or rip the skin, as the women whips Duke had bought were designed to do.
The carefully placed blows had effect enough, and the naked girls desperately struggled to get free by pulling out the others’ cunt plug while retaining her plug inside her own warm and moist love nest. Duke was interested to see when the battle was over the true size of the plugs. He was certain they must be very large.
One of the girls began to do some rapid crotch kicking, and her efforts proved to be so effective that the other girl quickly followed her example. They found that their naked heels did real damage, striking heavy blows in the cavity beside the cunt and to the side of the pubic mound.
These girls were not pulling any punches in their aggressive attacks on each other for the enjoyment of the paying guests. Within minutes, encouraged by the stinging blows of the buggy whips, one of the plugs began to emerge from the grip of its warm human nest.
Duke was amazed at the size of the wooden plug. It was nearly five inches in diameter, and was covered with long stout wooden nubs. He now understood why the girls fought so valiantly to keep the heinous device in place. Having it come out must have been incredibly painful for the screaming girl losing her grip.
Once it started, the movement of the huge studded dildo was irreversible. The monstrous plug slid further forward with each lash of the whips, and with a final kick to the side of the wide-stretched pussy, the device popped free. Both girls fell backward, but only one of them, the victor, sprang to her feet.
Victory for a gypsy was everything; defeat was to be shamed. The downed girl was weeping from the humiliation on losing control of the huge plug that had filled her womb. To lose it was to show that she was a loose-womb woman, or did not have the muscle control that would give a man pleasure when she stroked his penis in the grip of her cunt.
Defeat was very hard to take, but the worst was yet to come. There were several men, and a special guest to be entertained. Finally one of the girls did what Duke would have though impossible. The gorgeous defeated bitch displayed the flash of shame she felt.
The loser covered her head in humiliation at losing a fight, and the victor leaped onto her, smashing her fists into the large and unprotected breasts with incredible fury. The victor’s lover pulled her off the fallen girl, and her eyes flashed as the loser was dragged from the tent by her lover.
Duke laughed as he heard the man admonishing her through the thin flaps, and he heard the man beating and kicking the naked loser. She was in disgrace in the camp, as was the man who backed her, so she was paying the price of losing by facing the fists and feet of her man, but with luck she would be ready to fight again within a couple of weeks.
He looked at the winner of the bizarre battle, standing proudly in victory on her tiptoes, her hands on her hips, her legs spread, with the large plug from the other girl dangling from her own, swinging with its monstrous nubs between her knees. The devices were designed to give the girls who wore them in their vaginas internal pain.
Duke realized that these gypsy girls must take turns fighting at each village the gypsies visit. He was impressed that it was not necessary to chain the gypsy girls to keep them in line. A war had recently been fought back home over the issue of slaves, but had focused on the enslavement of colored people.
Duke and his fellow ranchers by far preferred to keep white slaves, as most of the girls at their private retreat Devil’s Haven were. The gypsies effectively enslaved their own women simply by virtue of the incredible level of sexual power they held over them.
He realized that they must from time to time augment their numbers by abducting young wives and daughters from white villages. Like the gypsies, the powerful ranch-men in America found it as easy to work outside the law as within it, and they usually chose to work ignoring the law. It was easier.
They knew that although blacks were the enslaved race, white women had been commonly used as slaves in the homes and bordellos of gentlemen for over a hundred years in America, but with sufficient discretion that the practice was hardly interrupted by the Civil War, and privately flourished afterward.
The only blacks the ranchers had ever taken as slaves prior to the Civil War were captured from the small groups of escaped slaves that dared travel across the prairie, hoping to reach California. They took their pick of women and children, then put a bullet through the brain of each of the remainder.
It was not uncommon to come across the bleached bones of humans on the prairie. The myth was that they were those of savage Indians who did not bury their dead. Nobody ever explained how, upon close inspection, it was evident all of the skulls bore a bullet hole.
After the war blacks were much more common in the west, and more of their women and children were taken by the ranchers, but were used only to provide contrast to the preferred white women. The ranchers had even used whisky to buy select women and young girls from the Indians.
The indians would not sell their own, but would raid each others’ villages to procure the desired stock. A beautiful Indian maiden could provide hours of entertainment, engaging in sex with a large dog, or when given a knife to use on a number of naked white girls armed only with small clubs. Race wars could be very entertaining in a controlled setting.
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The Mayor of the village and his counselors and their wives had brought with them a woman who was accused of murdering her own baby. She was brought forward, and tied standing spread-eagle between two posts set four feet apart and planted firmly in the ground.
Her wrists and ankles were tightly bound to the posts, holding her securely in a spread-eagle position. Duke noticed that in this position her full skirts and tight breast-bulging bodice did nothing to hide her voluptuous figure. She was truly a prize, one he would be happy to have in service at Devil’s Haven.
Duke admired the degree of control the gypsies exercised over their women. Clearly their hold on their own was so complete that the heartless treatment he had witnessed in the cunt-fight and aftermath was accepted by the hot but totally compliant gypsy cunts as a regular part of their lives.
The gypsy men had an excellent appreciation of the role and use of women, and they wisely treated them with no more respect than the beautiful cunts deserved. They had picked a marvelous specimen of a woman for the punishment about to be delivered. It was important to them that they follow the prescribed process of their law, which brought about the trial.
As the brief trial progressed, the true nature of the woman’s crime became clear. She had aborted while drunk late one night outside the village tavern, at seven months into her pregnancy. The infant was stillborn, but to be sure, the drunken woman, sitting on the cobblestones with her skirts raised, had bashed the head of the sprog against the corner of the building to ensure it was dead.
Three witness, all at least as drunk as herself, laughed as they remembered the umbilical cord still attached as she whacked the premature baby’s head until the skull cracked open, but they could not verify that the sprog had been dead the moment it had emerged from her womb.
With a clear conscience, the Mayor declared her guilty as charged, and the counselors and their wives concurred. The bitch had slept with all of the men of the town, and had done so frequently. The village women hated her, and none of their husbands was certain that the child had not been his own.
Her sentence was that she be summarily put to death by the visiting gypsies, and that her execution by lethal whipping be commence immediately after more of the excellent wine was served, and people had settled in for an evening and long night of violent entertainment.
The all night long whipping session was carried out by a large burly man, naked to the waist, who’s body glistened with sweat by the light of the torches as he labored in his task. His pants carried a telling bulge up the front, and more than once a spot of moisture at the head of the pulsing bulge became a large dark stain with a creamy center.
The vivacious black eyed and black haired woman who had been brought for punishment and then summarily convicted for her brutal crime first had her garments ripped from her voluptuous body. Duke was impressed with how sensual all of the gypsy cunts were.
This one was no exception, with her cock-raising figure. When she was stark naked, the harsh practice crack of the whip announced that the brutal bitch-whipping was about to begun. A marvelous woman-whip with a female sex organ for a handle, similar to the one bought by Duke.
This one was reputed to be more than eighty years old, was used for the execution by lethal whipping. Duke was told that the whip had been made from the cunt and flesh of a fifteen year old, who, had she not sacrificed her leather and her young life, would now have been ninety-five.
Her sex organ had remained forever young, and had brought exciting dances of pain from thousands of nude females over the years, and as things always went, it was likely to continue to serve the gypsy women punishment for years to come, in the hands of their own men.
By tradition, a woman whip made of the leather of a woman was used only on the flesh of other women, and the gypsies respected their own tradition. Most of their women had tasted the lash of this whip, as well as many village women they treated to a whipping to entertain villagers.
The exotic leather weapon was remarkably supple, and it cracked with authority when swung by the professional executioner. Properly treated, cured and crafted, woman hides made excellent leather. Duke was looking forward to seeing the convicted cunt being whipped to death with this delicate looking weapon. This was woman-on-woman in the most unusual sense.
The naked body of the woman being punished was also soon gleaming, slicked with sweat, so that the rising ridges of the welts from the whip stood out in the flickering orange light of the flaming torches. They were soon firm and high enough to cast shadows.
As both the night and the punishment progressed, wet streaks of her blood were added to the film of perspiration moisture on her nakedness. The attending senior villagers watched with growing excitement and sexual arousal as the bound bitch screamed and bucked her voluptuous physique to the merciless and endless lash of the stinging whip.
They were getting from the gypsies what they had hoped for. The convicted lady’s big breasts were the first to give in to the merciless ministrations of the infamous woman-whip. The writhing bitch’s large mammaries took the succession of violent blows from the woman-leather quite well at first, bouncing and jiggling under the rain of powerful blows.
Large ridged welts raised on her meat to record the intensity of her painful punishment. They had a brief respite as the whip found the target bitch’s naked vagina, which was given enough stinging attention to begin it swelling up. Then the whip returned to the guilty woman’s breasts, and after more than a dozen carefully laid blows, their pale flesh began to split.
At that point the man directed the blows to her face, blackening one eye, splitting her lip, and cutting an ear before he broke her nose. Her face was quickly a mess, but he would return to it later to do more severe damage. She was sentenced to die by the whip, but there was no need for her death to occur too soon.
The witnesses of the village had the entire night of drinking ahead of them, and wanted the gorgeous criminal baby-killing cunt to last as long as possible. That was the least she could expect for her heinous crime of killing a newborn, unable to defend itself from her cruelty, although chances were it was dead before emerging from her womb.
Now the executioner’s attention returned to the bound woman’s marvelous vagina. She had aborted the child in the dark street nearly two months ago, and her recovery had been complete, as there was no sign of slackness in her well formed sex organ.
Instead, the vulva was tight and well shaped, puffing out evenly, stretching and swelling the delicate inner lips evenly as they received the unwelcome attention from the stinging lash. The entirely exposed bitch cunt took a series of rapid blows that smashed the delicate lips outward, stretching then and causing them great pain.
The master with the whip was careful not to split them too soon. He wanted to see how far the lady’s remarkable sex organ would invert itself before he began to disassemble it. He knew the anatomy of women well, and he used the whip on her organ to cause the erection of her clitoris.
His strategy worked, so that the rigid little bud grew to the size of her little finger, sticking its head boldly out from under its hood as if it were an excited little boy’s erect penis. The strong stinging kiss of human leather to the most sensitive part of the female organ caused it to swell up as did the lower lips, and to stand tall so that it made a good target.
When it was struck by the woman-hide whip, the pain was so great the woman’s eyes bulged on contact, and the incredible lingering sting caused her to try close her knees. These blows to her cunt also caused the bitch to slightly squat at the instant of contact.
That action opened her buttocks, revealing the swelling pucker of her rectum. The highly skilled executioner took advantage of the opportunity this presented, and landed his cunt blows in a special way. He swung it on a line that caused the hard tip of the woman-whip to extend beyond her vagina as it struck, and slap itself painfully against the tight puckered opening of her fundament.
The flower of her rectum recoiled with the strong slap of the whip, causing the creased orifice to pinch in then bulge out, like the gasping mouth of a carp out of water. Her brutally attacked anus responded more quickly than did her ravaged vagina, and what had at first been a tight bud soon resembled a swollen pair of lips.
The rectal bud puckered out severely, as if her anus was reaching out for a kiss. The stinging kiss of the woman-whip soon had the hysterically screaming woman evacuating her colon, and the ejection was not limited to a simple bowel movement.
When there was nothing left of the dark offal meat of digested food to produce, and she had slewed out of her rectum prodigious strings of shit sausage, the inner tube of her colon itself began to emerge, and she began to shit out her own lower bowel, inverting her colon like the thick finger of a rubber glove.
The townspeople had never before seen such a display of gross sexual degeneracy, but they loved it. The inner lining of her colon soon stood out like the erect cock of an excited horse. They were startled at how much of her digestive track was produce through her spread anus.
They also noticed that the same thing was beginning to happen to her vagina. The battered female sex organ was so swollen that it started to invert itself, turning itself inside out from the pressure of the swelling and the battering. The bitch soon looked like she had both a tail and a thick pink cock.
The rippled flesh of her inner fuck muscle now formed the outside skin of the grossly inverted and distended fuck tube. And yet the extraction of her inner gonads continued. The strung-up naked village woman was about to give birth to her own uterus!
In moments the grotesque organ displayed as many bleeding welts as the rest of her body. The whip master was now using the heinous weapon in a new way, with a technique that was devastating to the female reproductive flesh it struck. Not only the skin, but now also the woman’s muscle was being ripped by the terrifying woman-whip.
The weapon was so effective in the hands of this master executioner that when he snapped the whip viciously against her temple, her eye popped out. The women of the village were pleased to see the whipped bitch’s beauty being so effectively destroyed.
The whip-master focused his attention on her buttocks and then her belly, and eventually as the tummy-flesh was mercilessly ripped right through, strands of split bitch meat dangled out. Long bleeding lashes across her belly began to widen with the incessant violent attention.
After extensive work, the muscles actually parted, and the woman’s internal sausage of intestines began to be exposed. By lashing her back and buttocks next, she heaved her belly, and bulges of the thick pink gut began to squeeze out through the newly created belly opening openings ripped above and below her navel.
Her big bulging breasts became targets again, with devastating effect. Now the executioner was in full swing, and his blows were not designed to just hurt her, they were intended to destroy the naked female flesh he struck. The big battered boobs took nearly fifteen minutes of constant abuse, being battered, squashed, and bounced up and down before bleeding strands of fatty tissue began to dangle from the open rents he had created in the bitch’s bountiful flesh.
White bone of her ribs and shoulder blades showed through the bleeding slashes across her upper back and sides. The cheek opposite the bizarrely dangling eye was split from the corner of her mouth right back to her ear, giving the helpless bitch a cockeyed grin.
By the time the cock crowed, there was a pile of her viscera on the ground between her limp legs, and her head dangled at an odd angle, with a red burn all the way around where the whip had been wrapped when it broke her neck. It was hard to tell if she were still alive up to that point, but it was certain the beautiful baby killer did not survive that last devastating treatment with the incredible whip.
Duke appreciated the fine sensitivity the Spanish had for the finer points in providing torture to the female form. He learned a lot from that gypsy craftsman, and he knew the experience would benefit him in designing fine entertainments at the secret ranch retreat owned by he and his cattlemen friends back in America.
This trip had proved to provide him a remarkable education, not available in any part of America he was aware of. This marked a new beginning for him. He looked forward to the day when he could personally put the finely crafted woman-whips to work on the body of a nude and shapely young bitch.
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Duke had found ample opportunity to used the terrifying weapons to use on female flesh, damaging the supple meat of bound naked ladies severely, as had the gypsy executioner. He actively sought out innocent young ladies upon whom he could exercise the incredible weapons, and give them violent attention they would not endure.
In America women were not conditioned to this kind of treatment, but that did not deter him in the least from spreading his learning to both deserving and innocent cunts of the American west. They always died from the experience he provided them, and he would not stop until they had expired.
Duke saw the instrument as one for both the punishment and the execution of his screaming female subjects, and used it as the gypsies who made it had intended. The master cattleman known as Duke was always on the lookout for an opportunity to keep in practice with his female hide weapon.
He and a pair of his hired hands had once bushwhacked a stagecoach because he had spotted a lovely young thing get on the coach at a roadhouse. The recently finished civil war had taken it toll on young men, and those who were experienced were needed to work the growing herds of cattle as the meat business had rapidly developed.
The stagecoach company had to rely on young boys to drive, handle the horses and guard the passengers. The driver of this coach was fifteen, the wrangler fourteen and the guard with his rifle just thirteen. They had waited until the stage reached a narrow gorge, and had easily stopped the coach and captured the young driver and the two other young aboard.
They also now had another gorgeous young bitch in their possession, and had immediate plans for her to satiate their sadistic lust. They had made pleasure with the men before they got on with the more serious business of obtaining pleasure from the wench.
The mature men had stripped the young boys naked, buggered their tight rectums, slapped their swinging scrotums, and then forced them to masturbate, until their organs were erect and raging. They had wrapped the leather reins around the terrified boys’ enlarged gonads, and hung them upside down from the top of the stagecoach.
The suspended boys were now supported only by their bound penises and testicles, and the men were surprised when the boys’ little bound cocks spurted gobs of warm semen as they took their owners’ full weight. The distraught lads screamed in agony, but drew no mercy from the hardened wranglers.
After stringing together the coach’s valuable horses, they had left the young men dangling in incredible agony, and had taken the young lady a couple of miles up a winding draw to ensure privacy, where they had stripped her naked. The young bitch had well defined beautiful features, the kind Duke found most attractive.
She was a serious looking young lady, with her attention focused and purposeful. Her fear-laden eyes were as intense as Cassandra’s. Duke assured her that he would give her much to think about. He did. She felt the sting of his whip, but seeing the others gathering, knew this was only the beginning of what was likely to be very bad for her.
She had a lot of fight in her, which Duke appreciated. It made the extraordinary sexual abuse he was dishing out much more enjoyable. The men lashed the girl’s beautiful nude form to a big cactus, with her bare back pressed firmly against the long and stout sharp spines so that they dug into her meat.
She was in her mid teens, mature for her age, and her ripe figure was new. Duke guessed her to be fourteen or fifteen years old. Her skin was supple, and an ideal target for his incredible lash. She had sprung large full tits, and at fifteen, still had the face of a serious eleven year old.
She screamed hysterically as the long spikes on the desert plant dug deeper into her naked meat as she was pressed back against them, but what she was experiencing was nothing compared to what the vicious woman-whip in Duke’s skillful hands was about to deliver.
Duke got his favorite whip uncurled, and stretched the weapon out its full length, then laid it across her full breasts. The blow stung her nipples and burned a crease across both of the round flesh melons. The early blows to her tits would get those dark nipples standing erect and firm, ready for the increasingly brutal whipping they faced.
She screeched and shrieked hysterically as he attacked her breasts and young vagina with a rapid series of vicious lashes, battering the delicate female mammaries and genitalia with merciless brutality. Duke was a master of whips, and knew enough female anatomy to make her exploitation incredibly painful and agonizing.
A bitch whipping could not be considered complete without letting the subject woman experience the pain of a severe cunt-whipping. Duke was an expert at the mistreatment of the female sex organ, and he put to work his years of experience of bitch-mastering in the brutal battering of this young lady’s swollen sex meat.
Duke began an unusual approach to the whipping of the young lady. After he had again liberally lashed her breasts with multiple punishing blows, he laid the whip in a series of vertical lashes up her middle, striking from her wounded cunt up her belly and full breasts right up to sting her pretty face.
He did not let up with her screaming, but continued to rain merciless blows up her belly and between her swollen boobs. The tender girl-flesh reddened, swelled as he intended into painful angry welts, blistered, bloodied and then began to split. The captive teen girl, naked as the day she was born, was receiving the punishment of the damned.
Duke had no interest in stopping now. He had the screaming girl becoming hysterical, and as she began to piss blood, he redoubled his efforts. The girl responded beautifully to the monstrous whipping. With each lash at her exposed front, she pressed herself further back onto the long and stout spines of the cactus, which were effectively impaling her.
When she was pierced to the point she was unable to pull herself off the terrible spikes, Duke had her wrists cut free of the binding ropes, to allow the attractive young bitch to die a more natural death. He would do his best to also make it much more painfully interesting for her.
Now he got more serious with the woman-whip. The results were as he expected. As the long succession of damaging whip blows continued to cut her skin and then the underlying muscle, he opened her, ripping her belly open from her cunt right up between her boobs to her throat.
When he had watched a young woman being split open like a ripe melon, with a similar woman-whip in Spain by the gypsy, Duke had known he had to try the remarkable stunt himself. It was a crowd pleaser, and was also very satisfying for the man wielding the woman-killer whip.
He stood back and watched the good-looking teenage girl gradually dump her load of viscera onto the sand between her legs. Then he wrapped up his prized woman-whip, mounted his horse, took a final satisfied look at his handiwork, and he and his hired hands rode off.
Duke was certain that the impaled and gutted cunt would not live an hour, so he left the young lady hanging on the stiff impaling spines of the big cactus to experience a slow horrible death. After eighteen years of life as an attractive cunt, it was the least she deserved.
The men returned to the stagecoach to find one of the strung up men had dropped, his gonads ripped out by the roots. The naked boy, the 14-year-old wrangler, moaned as he writhed, with twin jets of blood spurting from the gap in his crotch. He had lost a great deal of blood, and was near death.
The other two boys were nearly ready to drop. Their bound gonads were blackened and swollen like fat sausages by the pressure of bearing the entire weight of the struggling lads. Duke and his men were pleased with how things were developing, but did not have time to enjoy the unusual castration.
The three boys had both suffered enough to satisfy Duke and the wranglers. They could not leave behind witnesses, so they slit the throats of the three boys, decapitated them to be certain, and then liberated the stagecoach’s strongbox, gathered the coach’s horses and were off.
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Duke had given his favorite woman-whip to his best friend for this radical chariot race, in which the ladies were bound side-by-side by their big tits. The man with the evil glint in his eye and the cunt-handled woman-whip in his hand had been the first to lash the row of naked female asses in front of him.
The whip had landed with perfect contact on all six firm round buttocks, making a resounding “smack” as it bit into the fatty flesh. The result was predictable. The cart he sat on was jerked forward as the bound ladies bolted at the brutal assault on their naked buttocks, and the bizarre chariot race was on.
The object of this unusual race was neither to be fastest nor to get to a destination ahead of the other teams. The contest was designed simply to provide brutal female-punishing sport for the gathered spectators and the three riders. The men on the little sulkies viciously whipped the gorgeous bodies of the naked harnessed girls, raising firm welts.
The contest would go on until the bound ladies were no longer able to perform. It was not necessary for the girls to run to perform satisfactorily. Lying on the ground and writhing as the whip bit at their bare trembling meat would provide an acceptable level of performance by these harnessed cunts to entertain their bitch-beating captors.
At first it looked like it was going to be a real horse race. The teams of nude girls, with their bizarrely bound tits, pulled the little sulkies around the course by the stout rings in their cunts as the ruthless whips lashed viciously and mercilessly at their struggling nakedness.
The exposed girls showed surprising teamwork as they ran, and reached such speed at the first corner that the sulkies skidded sideways in the loose dirt, but were in no danger of tipping as they slid, with a heavy rancher seated on the low saddle of each lightweight rig.
The men riding the sulkies were used to handling teams of powerful horses, and they had no difficulty in guiding the bound bitches who ran with their faces pointed skyward, unable to see forward. The poles from the sulkies tugged unmercifully at the large thick rings in the running ladies’ cunts, and their reins were jerked unmercifully to guide them around the course, driven forward by the vicious lashing of the whips on their asses.
One of the riders popped the eyes of all three girls on his team with his skillful use of his whip on their faces. By doing so, he removed the temptation for the blinded cunts to attempt to see where they were going, and made them more responsive to their reins.
The riders deliberately ran their teams crashing into the barrels, causing the wooden drums and the nude girls to fall. They then whipped the poor nudes savagely as the tormented girls struggled to regain their feet. The merciless men were having a wonderful time, at the expense of their harnessed captives.
All of the girls soon had long sharp slivers piercing their inner thighs and the lower edge of their cunt lips from the wooden poles anchored to their cunt rings. All of them were showing trickles and smears of their blood from the whipping, and as the murderous mayhem continued, all eighteen of the horse-girls began to freely released prodigious sprays of hot piss from their battered cunts.
Several of them also lost anal control, and produced long steaming logs of shit from the horrors they were suffering. The disgusting display of incredible sexual violence was stimulating to the rugged ranchers, and those watching from the corral railing had their pants unbuttoned, and were openly and rigorously masturbating. Wranglers brought a pack of saddled horses around, and the men sitting on the fence mounted up.
Now the outlandish race took on a new dimension. The gate of the corral was opened, and the men in the sulkies drove their horse-girls out and up the road out of the valley. The mounted men did not follow, but instead they rode their horses along the valley to a point half a mile away were the banks became much steeper.
At last they came to a buffalo jump, a place were the cliff was steep. Years before, the Indians had used this site to kill buffalo by stampeding as many as an entire herd of them over the edge from the top. The squaws and older men would wait below, and kill with heavy clubs any of the animals that survived the long tortuous fall.
The horsemen waited patiently, and at last they heard the crack of the woman-whips and the screams of the running women from beyond the ridge of the hill high above them. The men in the sulkies had lined the girls up near the top of the cliff, and now were racing the teams of harnessed girls blindly toward the precipice.
It was incredible. The men driving the sulkies leaped from the frail racing vehicles at the last instant, and the teams of naked girls pulling them, their heads pulled back so severely that they could not see where they were going, ran blindly into space, several hundred feet above the valley bottom.
The girls and the sulkies tumbled, hitting the steep sloped sides of the cliff as they plunged downward. They hit the rugged rocks and bounced, breaking limbs, crushing a couple of skulls, and doing deadly damage as they entertained the ranchers with their totally helpless rapid descent.
Shrill screams and flailing arms became dull crushing bumps and rag-doll spinning as the three teams of naked females tumbled, then finally rolled to a stop at the bottom of the cliff. Two of the girls had their cunts ripped free of the iron rings, and two of the nudes were impaled, one up the ass and the other through the guts, with sulky poles.
Four big bound tits had been ripped off the chests of the horse-girls, but three of those were still attached in line to the others. Amazingly, three of the cunts were still alive when the ranchers rode over to inspect them. The men drew their guns, and used the bodies of those that were clearly dead as targets. The bitch-meat carcasses bounced beautifully as the slugs ripped into them.
The girls who were still alive pleaded with desperation to be put out of their misery, but the ranchers gained more satisfaction by leaving them lying harnessed and naked in the hot sun to die naturally. They knew scavengers would come when they left, and rip the meat off them.
Because the injured women were unable to defend themselves, the bolder of the scavengers would rip the meat off them before they died. Within a few days, their bones would be clean, and in a year would merge with the bleached buffalo bones that littered the site.
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The spring rains lasted nearly two weeks, with only brief periods of relief. More rain fell in that short time than anyone could remember from years past, and there were ponds of stagnant water all over the prairie where only dry depressions had been. A couple of weeks after the heaviest rainfalls ended, the mosquitoes and horse flies were worse than they had been in years.
They were particularly bad in a section where there was a wandering stream with several ponds of stagnant water. Two of the older girls had gained weight over the winter, and were now considered a bit too plump for the active bitch-butchering sports the men enjoyed.
It was decided that rather than take the time and trouble to get them back in shape, the two girls, with the physique of pigs, would be used in a novel entertainment the a few men decided would be enjoyable despite their pudgy appearance. If they wanted to live like pigs, they could die like pigs.
Four of the wealthy ranchers had come out to their special secret retreat for a day of fun, and these two big breasted bitches were taken out one hot afternoon, and were told they were going to be treated to a swim. This was, in one respect, going to prove to be true.
They rode with the ranchers in a wagon that was covered with net, to protect the passengers from the mosquitoes and the biting horse flies. These bothersome insects were particularly bad at this time of year, which suited the ranchers’ purposes perfectly.
During the trip, the plump girls were stripped naked, and were raped at will by their wealthy owners. They were used to this kind of treatment from the wranglers who handled them, and although it was dehumanizing and brutal, they had accustomed themselves to this kind of severely debasing sexual abuse.
When they had all been roundly fucked, so that their mouths, rectums and vaginas dribbled fresh semen, the wranglers fastened a steel cuff onto the left ankle of each of the naked chubby bitches, with a length of chain attached. They looked like a row of pretty sows with their pale round buttocks and large bulging breasts.
They arrived at the stream after an hour of travel, and the pair of nude girls were pushed out of the wagon. The ladies’ flesh was quickly swarmed by the large meat-eating and blood-sucking insects, to the delight of the observers sitting in the wagon safely behind the insect netting.
The two screaming nudes hastily rushed into the small pond by the tiny stream, and flopped down, seeking the protection of the water. They were startled to find that the muddy water was only inches deep, and provided them no protection from the persistent insects whatsoever.
They got to their feet and bolted toward the wagon, but were grabbed by the wranglers, and had the chains attached to their ankles staked to the ground. They were held fast, and although they both tried desperately, were unable to pull the long stakes from the ground.
The wagon moved a short distance away, and then stopped, with the ranchers comfortably positioned to watch the pudgy young naked ladies from the safety of the nets as the hordes of carnivorous insects swarmed them. This was working exactly as the ranchers had planned.
At first the staked out naked slave ladies slapped at the fiercely biting insects, attempting to kill the small attackers with smacks from their hands. That worked at first, although they could not reach all parts of their bodies, and there were far too many for this strategy to be effective.
Soon the two desperately slapping nudes were covered with tiny smears of their own blood and the bodies of squashed mosquitoes. As the number of swarming insects increased, they danced and smacked themselves viciously, squashing blood-gorged mosquitoes against their bare flesh while attempting to scare others of the flying bugs away.
The hysterically screaming nudes then attempted to roll on the ground when the incessant mosquitoes became unbearable, but to no avail. As they regained their feet, a large swarm of big horse flies came from nowhere, and they were teemed with much more agitation than they could deal with.
For more than a hour the two hobbled bitches screamed and struggled with the incredible swarms of insects as they were bitten all over their naked bodies. The mosquitoes left welts, and smears of blood where they were squashed, but this was not the worst of it.
Fresh swarms of the much larger horse flies actually bit out little bits of skin and then small chunks of the naked ladies’ meat. A single bite by itself was painful but not significant, but in their totality the hundreds of bites left a growing pattern of raw bitch meat exposed.
Long before they fell for the last time, both of the screaming bitches lost their sanity with the ceaseless attack, and as the men watched, sipping whisky from the comfort of their protective netting aboard the wagon, the pair of naked girls were literally eaten alive. It was an inspired event, and the four ranchmen congratulated themselves as they finished their whisky.
The girls were still alive and trembling when the wranglers used an axe to cut off their feet, to retrieve the valuable steel anklets and chains they wore, and to ensure there was no way they could possibly escape their certain fate. When these ranchers did anything, they did it right.
The wagon left them as they were totally covered with the feasting horseflies. They were alive, but the fight was in them was gone. It would take weeks for the meat-eating insects to consume the two carcasses, if indeed the insects were left to themselves, but they would have assistance from the coyotes. Within forty-eight hours, the bitch bones would be picked as clean as those of the girls who had died after tumbling off the cliff a month earlier.
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Duke and four of the others ranchers were moving some cattle with a dozen of their men, and the five cattle owners stopped at a stagecoach way station for dinner. As they arrived, the coach did also, and they were delighted to see that its passengers were a group of very attractive young French speaking teenage women. They had themselves some lovely immigrants.
The girls, speaking English with a delightful French accent, were in a perky mood, and their suggestive conversation was designed to titillate the men they saw entering with them. They let it be known from their conversation that they were from the French Quarter of New Orleans, were experienced whores, and the young professional cunts were being transported to stock a new small town brothel.
The men saw that the lady in charge, who the others called Fleurette, was no more than eighteen, and the five girls she supervised, although clearly seasoned whores, were in their mid teens, the youngest only 13. The young girls proved their immaturity by acting silly. They all giggled as they spoke, like a gaggle of geese.
Their silly and self-centered behavior made the woman serving them uneasy, and they were vicious in their unkind remarks and treatment of her. Duke smiled, and the men with him agreed to give these young ladies a taste of respect and discipline they would remember for the remainder of their short lives. He saw no need for them to survive what he had in mind for them.
The men finished their meal and left the remote way station ahead of the stage, and were ready for it when it reached a narrow draw in the forested area of some small hills. Only a single shot by the skilled ambushing sniper was required to bring the stagecoach to a halt.
It was a simple matter for the experienced wranglers to take over the stagecoach and it’s 4 horses. Within moments Fleurette and her gaggle of beautiful teenage whores and the three young male stagecoach workers were the captives of the powerful men.
The three teen boys were stripped naked, anally raped, and then tied to the large wheels of the stagecoach. The ranchers took turns walking around the coach and kicking the boys in the groin, until they had crushed the boys’ testicles. Instead of wasting bullets to kill them, they drew their knives and cut off all three heads. There would be no witnesses.
The gorgeous young bitches were trussed in pairs, and slung over the backs of three of the stage’s horses. These packhorses were led to a small seasonal sawmill, which was less than five miles away. It was abandoned at this time of year, as it was used only in the fall. The machinery was well maintained, and was fully operational.
The men filled the boiler with water, and started the fires. Within a couple of hours, the engine that ran the mill would have a full head of steam. The ranchers took their branding irons from their saddle bags, and laid them in the engine’s fire box to heat. They would get their enjoyment from these young fillies using whatever they had at hand or could find, and this rustic mill was rich with interesting opportunities.
When the preparations were completed, they stripped Fleurette naked, leaving her wearing only her black stockings and her high heeled button boots. She was a very pleasant looking girl, with long shiny black hair combed straight, a slightly stocky build, a sexy round tummy, and a plump set of round pointed titties.
She looked like she could give a man a real ride for his money. Her vagina had apparently been well used, and the lips were full and curled. She had plucked the hair that grew along the sides of her cunt and through the seam between her buttocks, to give herself a civilized rather than a hairy look. The curls of her extruding inner sex lips were clearly visible as they spread out of the fold of her artfully plucked pubic mound.
Unlike the younger girls in the party of whores, Fleurette could also speak English, although she did so with a strong and sexy French accent. Duke slapped her full round ass with a stick he had brought into the mill with him, and she turned around, displaying her full charms to the men surrounding her.
They were impressed at the fullness of her ass cheeks, and with the way they rippled as she moved. This cunt was made of prime meat, and would be an ideal subject for the fun they planned to have with her. She was a provocative slut, and was fully worthy of the right granted her to entertain the men with her suffering.
The younger ladies, bound to stout posts near the wall and still in their clothing, watched as the men found a long inch-thick iron bar, and drove the pointed end deep into the side of one of Fleurette’s fat tits, raising hysterical screams from the young prostitute.
Twisting it as he pushed, the man holding the shaft managed to work it right through the full mammary, so that it burst through the other side, and then entered the other. He persisted, and his efforts paid off when the tip of the bar emerged through the far side of her other breast. Fleurette’s pair of pudgy pale milkers were now completely impaled.
Next Duke threw a pair of ropes over a high stout beam, and the ends were tied to the ends of the rod sticking out of her tits. The men then used these ropes to pull her into the air, swinging by her impaled tits. Her arms and legs were left free, as it was evident there was no way she could improve her position, and the men loved to see abused bitches thrash and struggle.
In this case, her struggles would serve their purpose, as any movement would increase her discomfort, as well as amplify the seriousness of her situation. Although she was already in deep shit, her situation could now only deteriorate. Fleurette knew with certainty that she and the other young prostitutes were not going to leave this sadistic party alive.
The men found some rolls of rusted barbed wire, and Duke showed the others how to make simple but devastating whips. He used a four foot length of pole that were an inch and a half thick. He nailed a six foot length of the stiff wire to one end, and his weapon was ready. The other men made similar tools, and they were ready to give the young lady hanging by her plump boobs a lesson in satisfying merciless sadists.
Duke started the action, slashing the length of barbed wire viciously at Fleurette’s stretched tit meat. The other men joined in, and the squealing human pig danced beautifully in the air as she started to bleed. The men were in no hurry, and gave her time between each brutal blow to experience the horror of her savage beating. Judging by her screams and frantic twisting and bucking, the pain they were giving her was excruciating.
The makeshift wire bitch whips were working perfectly. The men paid full homage to Fleurette’s round ass and sassy cunt, at first splitting and then stripping bits of meat from her. She took the extreme physical abuse like a true coward, screaming at the top of her lungs in both French and English.
She was begging her male tormentors for mercy, but they pretended to not understand. Her blood trickled from her torn flesh, and her lovely crotch soon resembled raw beef. Now the men pulled their branding irons from the fire, as they looked for a novel way to entertain her.
“Let’s brand her boot!” one of the men shouted. Two of the men grabbed her legs and held them firmly as the man who had the idea brought his branding iron up under the sole of her right boot. The leather smoked immediately, and then sizzled as the white-hot iron burned into it.
Her leg buckled, but the man held firm, and straightened it again. The bitch’s piercing scream announced the fire had reached her foot. The sadistic rancher pressed harder, and although she twisted and tried to kick, the glowing iron burned deep into the meat of her foot.
Still the man pressed, and after less than thirty seconds, the fiery tool burned through the top of her boot. The rancher had used the iron to burn the lower two-thirds of her foot off! Fleurette was hysterical. Smoke rose from the destroyed boot and stump of her foot, but there was no blood: the heat of the iron had effectively cauterized the wound as it was being made.
A second iron was applied to her, this one against the side of the other boot, above the ankle. The same force and endurance were used, and the squealing bitch’s other pretty foot dropped to the ground, completely severed by the brightly glowing branding iron.
The bound girls watching this murderous sport were also near hysteria, terrorized by the inhuman brutality of the ranchers as they worked on Fleurette. What the young whores found most terrifying was the degree to which these terrible men were enjoying their bizarre recreation.
They had often seen men at the brothel that had paid to beat the whores, and all of them had endured the abusive attentions more than one such cowboy. There the limits were understood and strictly enforced. Here there were no restrictions. In this dusty sawmill the men were unleashing their wildest instincts, and they were awesome.
While the hanging bitch’s legs were being held apart, two of the other men brought forward a long saw. It was the kind designed to be used by two men to cut through big trees. It consisted of a long flat blade, with a handle on either end. From the perspective of a bound naked woman, it was a diabolical weapon.
The men brought the large saw up between Fleurette’s spread legs, and laid the teeth against the lips of her damaged French pussy. They were going to demonstrate to her how easily both trees and bitches could be split. This was an incredibly harsh lesson the brutalized bitch was not eager to learn.
At first the huge saw blade was drawn backward, with the grain, so that the sharp teeth slid and rubbed against her delicate sex flesh but did not cut into the tenderized meat of her cunt and her anus. The saw was long, and the men drew it back slowly, giving her ample opportunity to experience the horror of what was about to happen to her. She was getting the picture, and the plump girl’s imagination was no match for the horror her ruthless captors planned for her.
With a sudden jerk, the huge saw blade was pulled forward, and its horrific teeth ripped into her naked pussy as if the tender female sex meat was softened butter. The large saw teeth, designed to bite into the green wood of a growing tree, ate more than an inch deep into her crotch on the first pull, opening the division between her front and rear fuck slots, making them into one opening.
Again the saw was drawn back, this time well lubricated by Fleurette’s blood. The second draw of the large saw cut right into her pelvic bone, and the dangling bitch bucked feverishly with the horror and pain of the terrible intrusion. With only a brief hesitation, the men pulled the saw again, and it dug deeper into her torso, revealing the pretty young prostitute’s tight pack of pink intestines.
THE END OF CHAPTER THREE