CASSANDRA 1 by Regis

Feature Writer: Regis

Feature Title: Cassandra 1

Published: 07.03.2023

Story Codes: Young, WS, gore

Synopsis: An epic of wild-assed, unbridled debauchery in the old west.

Cassandra 1

A crimson fountain of blood spurted from the neck of the large buffalo as it sank to its knees for the last time. The huge beast was totally exhausted from the long chase, and was now mortally wounded. The strikingly beautiful young woman dismounted from her large stallion and ran toward the beast, excited with her conquest of the huge range animal.

Her powerful steed was breathing hard and sweating profusely from the long-sustained pursuit. The girl climbed up onto the beast she had brought down. It had been an arduous chase and, like her large mount, the young lady was panting for breath as she claimed her position atop the fallen beast, to grasp in victory the shaft of her spear emerging from the male buffalo’s neck.

Cassandra was buck naked, except for her white cowboy boots, her white hat and the long white streamers that were tied securely around the base of her remarkable breasts, forcing the squeezed mammaries to bulge as they flopped with the rapid bouncing of her galloping horse profanely.

The other riders, all male, and all of them wealthy ranch owners, pulled their horses into a circle around her and applauded her obscene performance as she postured on the beast’s broad back. The downed animal was near death, and was beyond shaking the arrogant naked young woman off.

Duke sat back in his saddle, the broad brim of his hat shading his steely eyes, and smiled as he watched the magnificent bitch posturing her overt wanton sexuality for the enjoyment of these twenty leading cattlemen who made up the Devil’s Haven retreat ranch. The full breasted young woman was one of their best sex slaves, and she was dominant in the violent sports that made others of their captive young women cower.

She and three other young ladies, wearing only hats, boots, and their identifying colors bound to their breasts, had begun the chase of the big male buffalo mounted on horseback, armed with the Indian spears. The men had singled the impressive beast out of the heard that had passed last week, and had held it for this competition.

The race had been fast and furious, with the women promised that any of them that refused to kill the beast would be hanged to death at the head of their dinner table that evening. The threat made active participants of the women, all of them very accomplished riders.

One of the beautiful nudes had just moments before been thrown from her mount and was trampled to death by the others’ galloping horses. At that point the other two bitches had given up and had been rounded up by a pair of Duke’s wranglers. There would be a naked kicking cunt hanged at either end of the table tonight.

Cassandra had been raised on a small but productive ranch, and for her, this was an exciting sport. She had shown her skill as she had moved right up beside the animal, with the twenty eager horsemen close behind, and at a full gallop had driven her spear into the neck of the huge beast.

The sharp head of her spear had severed a major artery, and within a hundred yards she had got in a second and fatal thrust of the spear, sinking it deep into the huge animal’s massive neck. It was a well-executed kill in the Navajo Indian fashion, one that would have made any brave warrior ejaculate with pride. Cassandra was a capable rider and had the spirit of the west running through her veins. She was one in a million, and the men appreciated the quality of this captive cunt.

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Duke had found Cassandra in St. Louis where, at the end of a long cattle drive, he had discovered that the politics had changed. There had been remarkable strides made forward in attitudes toward morality and sexual diversions. He had visited his favorite bar and brothel, and had found that many liberal changes had been implemented, either producing or responding to a totally new code of sexual attitudes.

The famous establishment’s progressive owner, a madam with a luscious figure, provocatively displayed to turn any man’s head, had defied a drunk of a sheriff and introduced explicit sexual entertainment, with the degradation of young ladies as the central theme. These profane changes were making her a very wealthy woman.

Instead of having to go outside to the row of outhouses to relieve themselves, the patrons could conveniently step into a side room where a copper bathtub filled with perfumed water had been installed as a urinal. In it sat a naked young woman, one of the whores being punished, and the patrons paid a nickel to urinate on her. For a quarter, she would open her mouth and drink their amber offering directly from their erect fountains.

Five nude young waitresses served the tables, and encouraged the patrons tuck generous tips up into their eager vaginas. The men obliged the shameless young ladies, who’s young wombs swelled with their heavy load of metal loot. The girls kept a close watch that worthless rebel coins were not used, but it was difficult to spot the men who were cheating.

When a girl was suspicious, she would ‘accidentally’ let the last coins deposited drop from her cunt, but the owner of the whorehouse found the men were gravely insulted by this practice. There was a house rule instituted that said if she were wrong, she had to bend forward and clasp her ankles to allow the patron to re-insert the coins, this time into her anus, sometimes two or three pounds of them.

When sex-starved cowboys first arrived off the range with their pay stuffing their pants, or when the range bosses came in for an evening of fun, the girls sometimes even made wrinkled and moistened paper profits. The girls had no time to flush their cunts after a fuck, and the accumulated semen would soak into the bills they accepted.

To demonstrate she had standards, the Madam of the house required that a girl had to have grown her titties before she was permitted to work naked. Any girl without titties, or under the age of eleven, had to wear a loose-fitting top that did not disguise her split meat puff of a vagina.

No girls under the age of eight were permitted to fuck customers on the premises, with no exceptions. Those seven and younger were known as the pee-pee girls, because the men liked to have them squirt fresh kiddie-urine into their drinks, and then show off by drinking them down. The little girl’s pee proved to improve the taste of cheap whisky.

At this establishment, for anyone who would tip a whole dollar, the girls would watch and encourage the men to masturbate and ejaculated onto the bill before folding it and tucking it into their wombs, soaked with their fresh sperm. It was called the cunnie-bank trick, and in the past year three girls had actually conceived from this practice.

When impregnated, girls would continue to work naked through full term, and when they were ripe and began their labor, the Madam would induce them, so that they would climb onto a table and kneel, their legs spread wide and wrists bound to the overhead chandelier, and patrons would bet on the gender or color of the sprog she produced from the birthing bitch’s strained and spread cunt.

Taking cum-soaked bills into their vaginas was a dirty trick, but it encouraged the big tips that made the young girls’ disgusting job worthwhile. More often the nude waitresses had to satisfy themselves with the copper pennies that were offered. They set the minimum at five, and the senior waitress, who worked the tables of the big spenders, would accept into her sex organ nothing smaller than a quarter.

She was a classy looking cunt, and could embarrass men into coming up with a quarter tip for an overpriced ten-cent drink. To make it worth their while, the voluptuous twenty-two-year-old would sprinkle a few drops of her own amber dew from her cleanly-shaved and ready cunt into the drink.

This was the Wild West, and although much of the struggle for ownership from the Indians and the land wars between cattle barons and dirt farmers was now history, the spirit of the land was still that the powerful ruled, and that their rule was law. Without the classic struggles, the use of power shifted to more Draconian measures.

The rule of law had not yet become well established, and wealthy cattle barons had small armies of mercenaries to enforce their will. The position of women had reached an all-time low in the American West. The control, abuse and total debasement of females for both fun and profit had reached an all-time high.

Even the major city of St. Lewis, where the influences of civilization abounded, now had its streets where anything could be procured; where the entertainment was designed to satisfy the passions of the patrons, with no regard for the comfort, moral fiber or safety of the women, girls and naked children employed there.

This bar was such an establishment, and the passions of the cattlemen, who still spent months on the range without access to women, were fully satisfied. A tiny stage had been set up behind the bar. To earn extra spending money while attending the university, Cassandra worked at the bar’s brothel, not as a common whore, but as an actress.

She lay on a dirty straw-filled mat where young studs were paid a free drink to fuck her, and she displayed her acting skill by pretending to like it. The cowboys and other customers watched and made encouraging remarks to their daring companions who joined her, and made equally rude and highly insulting remarks to her.

She gave the boys the ride of their lives, screaming as if they were far too big for her vagina or rectum to accommodate, wrapping her legs around them and bucking her hips wildly, drawing out their lust, and then using her vagina control to milk their penises dry of their cum through tricking them into premature ejaculation.

She loved the attention the men gave her, no matter how bawdy their insults. She made a dollar a night for her starring role, which allowed her to live in a stylish apartment, and to buy for herself beautiful clothes. Her life in St. Lewis was as rewarding as the ranch girl could imagine.

She was living high for a college student, and having the time of her young life in the process. Her parents and younger sister knew nothing of her debasing employment. They were back on their small ranch, working hard to earn a living while sending whatever they could spare to Cassandra to help with her schooling.

The outrageous college girl’s brazen attitude and daring stood out even in an establishment like this. It was her shameless demeanor that caught Duke’s attention. He was looking for a girl with her outrageous approach to sex. Cassandra was a wild cunt who exceeded his expectations.

Duke offered the bartender five silver dollars to have the beautiful eighteen-year-old bury a whiskey bottle in her cum-slicked womb. He sat back and watched the bartender talk to her, and noted with satisfaction that the girl held out for two of the coins to be paid in advance before she agreed to attempt the difficult and debasing task.

Duke was very pleased to see the girl had a price, and that she was game to degrade herself before a crowd of salivating drunks for the price of a pair of stylish boots. She got the bottle into her womb, entirely buried in her love nest, but as Duke anticipated, had put the stubby neck in first.

When she tried to remove it, she discovered the power of a vacuum. With the bottle’s neck pressed snugly against the dimple of her cervix, and the tight rim of her vagina gripping the end of the bottle, she had difficulty getting hold of the smooth wet glass, and when she finally got a grip on it, she was only able to get it out three inches.

As she pulled on the cunt-warmed glass, the bottle tried to suck her uterus into its slender neck, and the harder she pulled, the greater the force of the vacuum inside her, so that the flesh of her puckered cervix ballooned painfully into the bottle’s neck. The bottom of the bottle acted as a lens, and those close to the bar, including Duke, could see an exciting though distorted view of the distressing action deep inside the lovely girl’s not-in-the-least secret part.

She pulled so hard on the bottle that she actually popped a vein, smearing the bottom of the bottle. Of the sixty customers watching the obscene act, only Duke and a couple of others with knowledge of a woman’s inner anatomy knew what had happened, but that was enough to make the minor event more interesting for them.

They saw also the creamy sticky goo that oozed into the bottle from her deepest organ, as if the young nude’s uterus was ejaculating the sperm it had collected earlier in the night. She put on a great show, lying on her back with her wide-spread knees giving the boys a show they would long remember.

After nearly twenty minutes of struggle with the mysteriously stuck bottle, when Duke figured she had suffered enough of the most excruciating pain and anxiety, he stepped around the bar to help the game but distraught maiden entertaining the men with her delightful misfortune.

Using the barrel of his pistol as a mallet, he smashed the end of the bottle protruding from her vagina, breaking the vacuum inside her. The nude young entertainer gingerly slid shards of the fractured glass out of her tightly gripping vagina, to the delight of the men enjoying her impromptu show.

Blood dripped freely from her wounded sex slit, demonstrating to Duke’s satisfaction the painful internal damage he had done to the daring young bitch’s pretty cunt. Despite the harshness of his solution to the problem he had generated for her in the first place, she was clearly relieved to have that enormous bottle out of her aching hole.

She had no idea that it was Duke who had paid the bartender to persuade her to do the disgusting bottle-in-the-hole trick and, as he had fully intended, she felt in his debt for his help. He was a very experienced cowboy, a rogue gaucho, and the often-used design of his cunt-stunt had worked perfectly.

The madam who ran the brothel had seen the entire episode. She did not miss much that went on in her establishment, and she was suitably impressed with the way Duke had got the girl to willingly endanger herself with the bizarre trick. She was also angry that he had not cleared it with herself first.

She ran a tight ship, and kept strict control of all abuse and injury to her girls. When a girl was to be damaged, it was to be with her blessing and she was to be paid for the trouble. This was her establishment, and her stock that was being abused, and as much as she approved of violation of the girls, she wanted her share of the profit.

The madam was, on the other hand, a very practical person, and she knew how to spot a source of revenue, at any cost. She was quite prepared to sell both the bodies and the souls of the young ladies who worked for her. There was no limit to the requests she would satisfy, if the price was right, and she had built a reputation on doing just that.

Anyone wanting to kill or have killed a woman for sport had only to come to her, and she would make all of the necessary arrangements. To her the life of a woman was cheap, since they were so easily obtained, but she was a business woman, and ensured she made a handsome profit on any female killed on her premises.

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Duke had just a few months earlier arranged for a special performance at this very brothel. He had invited several of his friends, other wealthy ranchers who shared his tastes, and were partners in his retreat ranch. They met in St. Louis, and arranged for a bizarre competition staged as a play, which they called The Black Widow’s Sting.

Duke had got several delighted chuckles from the Madam as he had outlined his devious plan during his previous visit to her establishment. She was easily as developed in her tastes as he was, and she delivered exactly what he had requested for the evening of entertainment. Two well-hung male actors, a black and a white, and a pair of teen beauties in fineries.

The evening had begun with a sumptuous dinner, served by tantalizing young teen and preteen girls wearing only angry welts on their bare hides, which had been produced on their naked flesh as entertainment before the meal. The whipping was done to demonstrate to the diners the forced subservience of the pretty eleven to fourteen-year-old girls, their pretty little cunts spread open from the heat of their merciless whipping.

Many of the girls were the daughters of prosperous merchants in Jefferson City, others abducted from as far away as Kansas City, a dusty trip by coach of nearly 300 miles. The little ladies had been carefully trained to please men, and their enjoyment or comfort were of no interest to the Madam, a woman who had mastered the art of making money by exploiting innocent young cuntlets.

The beating of the beautiful young girls’ meat had clearly been severe, as these were not just whip marks, but were rigid elevated welts across their backs, buttocks, bellies and developing breasts. The swelling would last through the evening. The Madam had seen to it they had been thoroughly thrashed, and their eyes were still red from their tears.

When the dinner had been cleared away, a buxom young Negress and voluptuous southern belle were escorted on stage, both wearing beautiful gowns. Both of the sixteen-year-old girls were strikingly beautiful, fine young whores from the Madam’s extensive stable of fine cunts, as Duke had paid for the Madam to supply her finest, and the Madam maintained particularly high standards.

Both gowns had full skirt hoops, as was the fashion in Europe, and made much of their impressive bosoms, creating and showcasing substantial bouncing cleavage. The black girl was escorted onto the small theater’s stage by the man playing the role of her black fiancé, and the white belle by a young man playing the part of a clergyman, as her husband. The black man wore the lace finery of a riverboat gentleman-gambler, and the minister, as a man of the cloth, a black frock and collar of his calling.

The young black couple was married right on stage in a touching ceremony, witnessed by the audience in the small theater, as well as by a pair of armed wranglers. They followed the script Duke had sketched out, and the bridegroom and minister got into an argument immediately after the service, over who was the best man.

After an argument, they quickly agreed it came down to which of them had the most imposing penis. The pants of the black bridegroom and the minister came off, and each man stroked his penis to full erection. Both male organs were impressive. The minister’s full sex organ was circumcised, which drew a disparaging remark from the black. The minister challenged him to a duel, and they agreed to decide the issue on the spot.

At gunpoint, the wranglers forced the two male actors to undress completely. The cowhands used a two-foot strip of leather cord to tie a tight loop around the black’s balls and the base of his erection, then tied the other end in the same fashion to the white minister’s organs.

The cord was tied so tightly the dark and light male gonads bulged beautifully, no more than a foot apart. With the slightest movement, the erect penises slapped against each other, adding both sexual stimulation and insult. The men were promptly handed lethally sharp Bowie knives, and the brutal knife duel was on.

The vicious knife fight between the penis-bound men, which Duke referred to as a black and white cockfight, was as quick as it was bloody. What surprised the ranchers enjoying the event as an audience was how long it actually lasted. With skilled fighters it could have been over in seconds, but the novice knife fighters took nearly two full minutes to bring the incredibly vicious bout to a satisfactory conclusion, death.

The men watching their struggle often enjoyed cockfights and dog fights, which always continued until one of the animal competitors was dead. It was no more unusual for the rowdy ranchers to witness and sometimes even arrange, as they had done this time, vicious fights to the death between a pair of unsuspecting men.

It was considered gentleman’s sport, and these ranchers had amassed sufficient fortunes to call themselves gentlemen. They were now watching a different, more exciting kind of cockfight, one with the life of a man rather than a rooster or a dog at stake. Tonight, they had a plan that would also take their stimulating blood sport one step farther.

Deep gashes quickly appeared on the men’s faces, chests, arms and legs. With guns at their heads, and an armed opponent bound to them by the penis, each had ample reason to fight, and they did. Within the first minute, the black’s long dong was sliced off, and the minister’s testicle sack joined the severed penis on the small stage’s floor.

Both men had their bellies ripped, sufficiently wide that soon loops of their gleaming intestines were slowly sliding out. Both men produced long shit turds from the sheer horror of the fight, but with the extreme damage to their gonads, neither was able to produce urine.

On the other hand, the two buxom young women watching from the side of the small stage screamed at the excessive violence and produced their abundant smelly amber showers that trickled to fresh spreading pools on the floor under their hooped skirts.

The black was finally able to slash open the minister’s throat, to the cheers of the male crowd, but before he died, the aggressive young actor playing the minister managed to plunge his blade into the black’s heart. The dead males crumpled to the stage to the horrific screams of the two women.

The two bitches, both prostitutes in the employ of the bordello, had no idea that tonight they were going to partake in a show of such excessive violence, nor did they know in advance what would be expected of them, or they would have saved their screams for themselves.

The two young women were stripped naked, except for their high-heeled button-hook boots. Each was given a black lace veil to wear, to mark her as a new widow. Each was now given the task of avenging the death of her husband at the hands of the other’s husband.

Their spirits were inflamed from having watched the men’s battle, and the gorgeous cunts were both raging mad and ready to kill. This was the extra step in the evening’s entertainment. The two buxom young women were going to be forced to fight each other to the death, as the men had done.

Nothing short of a bitch-killing would be acceptable. The fight would continue, at gunpoint, until one of the luscious naked young ladies had killed the other. That was how Duke’s script read, and how it would unfold. These two young ladies were presented with no other options.

Duke had noted a woman’s cavities located between her legs made not only natural receptacles for the penis, but were also capable of grasping objects, and when those objects were properly sized, a woman could maintain a firm grip on them with either her vagina or rectum.

The wranglers produced a pair of bayonets, each of a different design. One of these had a stout wooden handle, and had a long flat blade with one edge sharp and the back edge ridged, not unlike the Bowie knife, but considerably larger. The other had a smaller handle, and was long, slender, sharp on both edges, and the sides of the slender blade were grooved.

Both blades were fourteen inches long, designed when used on the end of a rifle, to stab and disembowel an enemy with a thrust and rip. Both would render an enemy helpless when used in this manner, but this was not how they would be used this evening.

The teen widows were forced to their hands and knees, their large breasts swinging beneath them, and the long knives were put in place. The handle of the thinner bladed bayonet was pushed deep into the rectum of the black widow. It was a tight fit, allowing her a firm grip.

The stout handle of the other bayonet was forced into the vagina of the white widow, and the fit was again very good. Now each young woman was equipped with a killing weapon in her crotch. The beautiful young teens now had the vicious weapons firmly seated in their groins.

To make the fight more interesting, the naked young women were forced to place their wrists behind their backs, where they were tightly bound with leather cord to immobilize them. Now they would not be able to punch, gouge and scratch. They were capable only of kicking and stabbing, and only in very interesting ways.

Their black veils hung down over their eyes and noses, but left an unobstructed view of their painted mouths, to allow the audience a clear view of their screams. Thanks to Duke’s very inventive imagination, the men were about to witness a very interesting bitch fight.

It would not be arm or wrist movement that would win the day, but the ability of the girls to use their entire torsos to drive their blades. Whips simultaneously lashed at the bare buttocks of the two nudes, promoting shrill screams and prompt action. The large breasted teens moved toward each other, circling tentatively, keeping an eye on the crumpled heap that was all that was left of the two dead male fighters.

They knew in their gut their fate would be similar, but they were powerless to alter the course of the evening. Each knew she was likely to die, and her only hope was to viciously kill her opponent before she was killed. The only option open to them was to cooperate in this heinous battle.

There would be no reprieve from what they must do, and as seasoned young whores, neither flinched from the fight. The white girl struck first, driving the narrow heel of her boot hard into the stomach of the black. The black was stunned, pitched forward, and immediately received a knee driven hard up into her right breast.

She staggered, and fought to maintain her balance, as both girls quickly understood that to fall to the floor would make her highly vulnerable to the blade the other carried in her crotch. Their primary thrust with their heinous crotch-blades was downward, so they needed their foe to be beneath them.

The nude young lady fighters gave their audience of ranchers a spectacular show. Lovers of dance got to enjoy a high stepping, spread-leg gavotte as the two nude prostitutes maneuvered for position while keeping their legs spread in an attempt to avoid harming themselves on their own blades.

It was a remarkable sight to see a naked woman raise a leg high and to the side to kick, with the monstrous sharp blade protruding from her vulva or rectum. The men making up their audience whooped and hollered as the cunts thrust and parried with their groin blades.

The lean and lithe young women did substantial preliminary damage to their opponent with their boots, but both also got in several nicks and slashes with the knives to their opponent’s legs as well before the beautiful black bitch turned an ankle during a thrust, and finally fell.

The southern belle was upon her immediately, dropping to her knees while straddling the fallen black’s upper body, facing downward. She plunged her bayonet blade down into the black’s right breast, and the black widow twisted her body at that instant, or the blade would have continued on into her chest.

Instead, the blade ripped a deep curved slash through the breast, revealing the pinkish bloody titmeat inside. The young black bitch bucked, causing the bayonet that had carved her breast to gash her upper arm, but she managed to toss the white girl off her with that bold move.

The blonde belle fell onto her side, and as the black moved to get on top of her, she quickly scrambled to her feet. The white cunt proved to be the superior kick fighter, as she had the ability to raise her legs higher, and to get extra leverage by launching up onto her toes when she kicked out.

She also had deadly accuracy, striking at the black girl’s belly, injured breast and face at will. Twice more she got the black down, and twice more got the big blade protruding from her cunt into the bitch’s black meat, slicing deeply into her ribs, belly, side and buttocks.

She was less successful at avoiding the black widow’s slender stinger. The fourteen-inch blade sticking out from the black’s anus ripped her legs, then a deep gash in her side opened and began to leak pink intestine, and she took several bleeding gashes on her arms, legs and breasts as the two rolled and struggled for supremacy.

Each was going for the kill, knowing there was no acceptable conclusion to the battle short of taking the life of her opponent. Neither shrunk from the task, making the fight as fast and furious as it was violent. When women set out to kill each other, the action is always interesting, and they put on an outstanding show for the appreciative audience.

The ending was as spectacular as the brutal fight. The black managed a spin-kick to the jaw that stunned the white bitch, knocking her flat onto her back. The black widow straddled her and dropped her knife-bearing buttocks downward in a sledgehammer blow that drove the blade right through the southern belle’s belly, exiting through her and driving into the wooden floor of the stage.

The white girl summoned all her strength and raised her legs so high she was able to hook her heels around the neck of the black. She pulled as hard as she could, bending the black backward, stretching the bitch’s belly taut. Her movement did internal damage to her, as she was still impaled by the blade stuck in the floor.

She rocked the black bitch until at last they both rolled over, the white cunt still impaled through the belly on the black’s tail blade. She pulled herself off the long bayonet, and dropped onto her black opponent, plunging the bayonet in her cunt deep into the black’s upper belly.

The black widow, having learned well from her opponent, raised her legs and grasped the white widow’s neck with her heels, and pulled the cunt backward. To do the cunning stunt, she had to raise her hips as high as possible, giving everyone a terrific view of her bayonet-loaded rectum.

Jerking he legs with all the strength she could summon, she pulled the back of the white bitch’s neck onto her tail blade, and jerking her legs in rapid spasms, she drove the bayonet in her anus through the white belle’s throat and out through her screaming mouth. The men’s cheers echoed through the packed room.

Both widow bitches twitched and jerked in their death throes, neither improving their situation as the naked teen whores died on the stage for the entertainment of the gathered ranchers. It had been a remarkable evening of entertainment, the kind the men found enormously satisfying.

The young waitresses were brought back in to take the men’s semen into their wombs, colons and throats. Their sexual services were thrown in free, as the Madam had made a handsome profit from the four young lives she had provided her wealthy clients.

Other than a sound whipping from which they would totally recover, the pretty young serving girls were undamaged by the evening of bizarre entertainment. The Madam built into her repertoire Duke’s outlandish play, in which new actors were required each time.

It was costly, but always ended differently, sometimes with a survivor, but that was infrequent. The design of the play was far too lethal. Even for those who might have seen it before, it was always rewarding, and well worth the price to watch what Duke had named The Black Widow’s Sting.

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The bordello’s Madam was a proud woman who traveled extensively, reaping the rewards of her nefarious business. She had recently returned from a trip to Europe, where she had obtained the latest in fashion. She wore a gown that she had obtained in Italy, the center of modern fashion.

The ladies of the courts wore the most elegant of costumes, and she had willingly paid a premium for the very best. She knew that her new outfits would be popular in her business, because they made an obscene parody of the female body. They formed a very revealing and uncomfortable parody.

She wore an enormous buttocks extender, which made her appear to have a huge jutting set of buttocks, and which made sitting nearly impossible. Her repairman and carpenter had fashioned a special seat with an extension that allowed her to sit at the tables with her guests.

Her slender twenty-four-inch waist was squeezed impossibly tight, to a circumference of eighteen inches. The lacing was done up by her strongest bouncer, a big burly man with powerful hands. She had him pull the laces on her corset until she screamed, and when she at last regained her composure, tighten them another inch.

The bizarre girdle also squeezed tight her rib cage, and flattened the bottom half of her breasts so that the meat in her big boobs was forced upward. They stood up firmly yet so extremely that they raised a formidable cleavage right up to her collarbones.

The top of the extremely restraining corset came right up over the lower half of her breasts, flattening them against her ribs, to rest against the underside of her nipples. The twin enlarged flesh buttons were squeezed so hard that they extended nearly an inch in length, and were pointed straight down, over the top edge of the tight corset.

The fashion among the nobility of Italy was for the ladies of the court, who were the most beautiful of the daughters of the wealthiest men in the nation and present by invitation of the Duke or Lord, to be seen as erotic decoration, to titillate the lords of the court, and to provide fruit for gossip.

Their bare squeezed breasts and jutting buttocks, covered by floor-length skirts, were to catch the attention of desirable men, or of the many visitors to the court, men who were to be sexually satisfied upon demand. These costumes the ladies wore provided barely hidden access to their most intimate charms, their powdered and perfumed cunts.

The full skirts the ladies wore opened easily from the back without removal, to make the young ladies’ more private charms easily accessible to exploring penises of courtiers.. The Courtesans were by custom to be available to the pricks of the men in any of a dozen suitably located alcoves, and these girls were regularly impregnated.

Any lady that was seen to be with child was immediately dismissed from the courts, and moved to work in the kitchens, until they had reached full term. At the same time they were stripped of their favored position in the court. That was why the highly restrictive corsets held their bellies in check, while proclaiming that there was no possible way the lady wearing one could be pregnant.

Many of the bitches were able to keep their situation hidden, and went months without showing. Some of them even died from the internal pressure of the losing internal fight between the highly restrictive corset and the infant growing on her impossibly restrained tummy.

Ladies who knew they were with child would keep their corset on as the pregnancy progressed, knowing that if it came off they would never get into it again. The coveted position of Courtesan was jealously guarded so that at any given time, several ladies of the court could be seen at social functions with their exposed and enlarged nipples, pointed down from the incredible pressure of their girdle on the lower part of their breasts, dribbling their fresh milk.

Those who had been found out and consigned to menial roles in the kitchen had one final moment of fame when their sprog was ready for delivery. A special event was arranged, and the fully pregnant ladies were treated to a full body shave, with the removal of all hair below their neck, and then had their hair coiffed by the court’s master hairdresser.

They were given new button raised-heel boots, had their wrists strapped behind their backs, and appeared otherwise fully naked. They were placed on a high table, their bound wrists held high above tied to a chandelier, and courtesans and men of the court enjoyed a feast while watching her induced labor dance of urgency, followed by a spectacular standing delivery of her screaming infant.

Instead of cutting the umbilical cord, her wrists were uncuffed and a gentleman from the audience lifted a double-edged ceremonial sword. The audience of courtiers cheered with excitement as, with a powerful swing, he cleanly decapitate the hysterically screaming new mother. If he knew of his success, her executioner was always the man who had impregnated her.

The Madam had been invited to a special presentation of such an event, and when the naked young lady’s head rolled, she squealed in delight as the standing woman, an infant dangling from her distended cunt, produced triple jets of blood from her neck stump as her knees buckled and she crashed to the floor.

The madam had seen the value of Europe’s bizarre fashions as well as their civilized customs, and had brought back several versions of garments for herself, recognizing that none of her customers would ever have seen such striking costumes. She wore them to good effect, and displayed her figure and her distorted breasts in them, to the definite benefit of her bank balance.

In fact, she often wore the corset, black silk stockings, her fine button shoes, and nothing else. She was a sight to behold, and her outrageous appearance made her brothel more popular than any other in St. Louis. The Madam was a cunt of all cunts, and knew how abuse of cunts could make her a very wealthy woman, even in such a vibrant city.

She sat down with Duke after the episode with Cassandra and the whiskey bottle, recognizing that she could turn a handsome dollar from the tastes of such a man. The cunning madam negotiated a deal with him that would keep his men in town for three more days, and line her pockets at the same time.

She persuaded him the men would be more manageable on the long ride home if they spent the next few nights holed up with her beautiful whores in a large private brothel near the docks along the Mississippi shoreline, thrusting their pounding pricks deep into the tight fresh cunt-meat of her eager young whores in a warm bed, rather than jerking off by firelight to ejaculate into the flames in a temporary camp out on the prairie.

When Duke agreed, she made a further proposition that caught his attention. She would provide his men with a special private showing each evening they would never forget. The two of them discussed the terms, reached agreement, and the exciting full-package brothel holiday was under way.

made certain each of his men had two voluptuous and horny young bed-mates each night. These were soft-mouthed, velvet-cunted beauties with cock gripping vaginas and colons. They cavorted for hours, getting for themselves the best in sex from the professional and well-trained young cunts.

He paid cash in advance for the violent sex shows the madam had proposed to keep his outfit of horny wranglers well entertained. The madam ensured privacy at the exclusive shows she produced by leading the men down into a large basement room through a hidden trap door.

The door was under a thick carpet in a storage room off the kitchen, where it was unlikely to be accidentally discovered. That was just as well, because of the harsh and unflinching nature of the raw sexual violence entertainment she provided for them.

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On the first evening of bizarre private entertainment a mature woman with enormous breasts was stretched out, hanging face down from widespread ceiling hooks in a fashion that ensured her arms and legs were wide apart. The naked woman dangled more than ten feet above the floor, with her large pendular breasts swinging freely below her.

A rope was tied securely to each fat mammary, and loops were tied into those two hanging ropes three feet above the floor. The cowboys wandered around her, admiring the suspended human cow and her displayed genitalia. They realized she was very big as they came close, and appreciated the extreme discomfort of her position.

The men had no idea how she was to be used, but they knew by the reputation of the place that she was in for a rough time. The rumors proved to be well founded. A petite young whore no more than four feet tall was brought into the party room. She was a pretty young whore, no more than ten years old, and was perhaps as young as nine.

She stood stark naked, with a remarkably lithe figure, the kind of girl that would pass for a little boy except for the folded mound between her legs rather than a dangling little penis. Her lips, nipples and inner vagina lips had been painted bright red with rouge to enhance their appearance.

Her vulva had been spanked hard with a wire brush, a common trick in brothels to give small girls the appearance of being sexually aroused. The stinging treatment to the naked and hairless pussy reddened it and parted the outer pubes by swelling them until the inner painted lips became easily visible, gaping open like the hungry beak of a little baby bird.

The painfully distressed sex organ spanking had also caused her to weep, and her big brown eyes were seductively darkened by the redness from rubbing away her tears. She looked good enough to eat, but that was not what was intended for her at this session.

She was lifted so that she could place her feet into the loops from the suspended woman’s bound breasts, and then the pretty child was lowered until the woman’s big mammaries took her entire weight. The small girl was not used to this kind swing, and her legs spread out wide, fully revealing her beautifully shaped hot little cuntlet slot to the drooling men.

These men loved observing the sexual charms of females, and their eclectic interests were neither influenced by size nor age. It was no secret that a child’s cuntlet was as fuckable as the educated cunt of a teen or full-grown woman. Other than the degree of tightness, in their sex-focused minds a cunt was a cunt was a cunt.

As the small girl mastered the unusual swing, she swung wide and high, jerking violently on the hanging woman’s tortured boobs. A whore wearing only bizarre flared-top spike heeled boots and a spiked leather collar came forward, carrying a vicious woman-whip. This was a weapon dedicated to the whipping of human female flesh.

It had started its life as a long slender buggy whip, but a rasp had been taken to the hard dry woven leather to make it rough, and then it had been baked in an oven to make the protruding curls of raised leather lift and become very hard and sharp. By baking it weekly for a couple of months, the leather barbs became permanently hard and particularly damaging to the living meat it regularly encountered.

This treatment made the weapon ideal for welting, bruising, and splitting the tender skin of a naked human female. These simple but effective conversions to whips were both popular and common in brothels throughout Europe, where the art of sexual entertainment had highly evolved.

The Europeans were more sophisticated than Americans, and their idea of great entertainment included extensive and imaginative abuse of woman-flesh. In America most brothels were merely simple whorehouses, with a fast fuck the object of a visit. The Madame of this establishment had traveled through Europe to enlighten herself about the more profitable practices of sexual perversion.

The woman bearing the whip had mastered the arts of female punishment, featuring severe abuse to the bodies of nude young women, and had introduced whipping as a regular form of entertainments for her wealthy customers in St. Louis. This had been her contribution to advancing the culture of the American west.

The popularity of the violent sports and entertainments she introduced was due to the puritan backgrounds of her clients. As the west had developed, it had also provided an outlet for their rebellion against the restraints of inhibiting religion and the highly restrictive social morality that followed.

With the madam’s theater sports, these meat-marking whips proved their effectiveness in administering severe, damaging punishments, particularly for special brutal entertainments such as this one, in which painful and visible damage to the luscious meat of nude young hysterically screaming girl was required to satisfy the clients.

The woman wielding the whip did so with a skill, precision, and violence that demonstrated her experience in catering to the tastes of brutal, sadistic men. It was not the swinging child, but the dangling woman that drew all of her attention. She went directly for the big dangling bitch’s fully displayed cunt, and did so with startling effect.

The first blow was laid across the right side of the suspended woman’s vagina, and brought about a scream and a full twist of her torso, which jerked her breasts against the weight of the child. The bound boobs bulged obscenely, and were turning dark red from the incredible strain.

The second blow was laid along the left side of the distended pubic mound, and brought about the same response. Again, the little girl was jolted by the severe involuntary reaction of her adult hostess. After two more brutal blows to her cunt, another effect of the vicious vagina whipping became obvious.

The lips of the violated female sex organ began to part, the clit thickened and extended outward as if it was being sexually aroused, and the entire meaty female sex organ started to swell. The whip struck again, its tip snapping crisply against the delicate parted lips.

The flat head of the whip actually penetrated the opening of her fuck slot, passing through the vestibule, and tore against the screaming woman’s inner vaginal wall. The small girl was so startled at the stark violence of the whipping that she stood stock still, staring upward at the target cunt.

Suddenly the whip lashed up between her own parted legs, making perfect contact with her naked little cuntlet. Her inaction had caused her to suddenly become an integral part of show of extreme sexual violence. Her voice joined that of the screaming woman, and for the same reason.

The child’s tender bare pussy was struck with such brutal force that it was pressed inward, slamming instantly against the girl’s inner organs, then it rebounded beautifully. Her hairless little pubic mound was built like an A frame, with the slit along the ridge.

A second blow crossed the small vagina’s slit, and was enough to part her little lips even further by swelling them out. She finally understood the brutal message, and swung hard as she was expected to do, causing even more suffering to the ballooned breasts of the woman supporting her weight.

The result of the petite girl’s exerted swinging was that the woman’s big boobs, which were stretching impossibly long by the girl’s weight, were pulled forward and back relentlessly, and the bulged ends were now a deep purple from the incredible strain.

This was the kind of imaginative and raw action the rowdy cowboys liked, and the proprietor of the brothel understood so well how to provide. The cruel whore with the coarse woman-whip renewed her pitiless attack on the big bitch’s greatly swollen vagina.

This extreme attention caused the mercilessly battered sex organ to swell out even more prominently, and as it reached the extreme expansion, the internal fuck muscle began to fold out, revealing the light pink meat of the inner cock-gripping shaft. It looked as if the big bound bitch was gradually shitting out her own cunt.

This was a truly remarkable display of bitch control and punishment, and the luscious prostitute with the whip proved herself to be a deserving mistress. The woman’s tortured mammaries were so terribly distorted that at last the little girl’s feet actually brushed against the floor.

The big bound boobs were so distended that the naturally large nipples were standing out like large thumbs, bloated from the incredible internal pressure. The veins near the surface of her breasts stood out so strongly that they cast shadows. The sight of a human cow in such distress was too much for some of the wranglers, and they opened the fly of their jeans to jerk out their erections, that were already freely dribbling their pre-ejaculation fluid.

The tortured bitch was by now unable to get anything more than a rough scraping sound from her badly strained throat. Now the whip began to split the exposed flesh of her badly distended vagina, and droplets of her blood began to speckle the floor beneath her.

She was suffering incredible pain, but was otherwise virtually unmarked. The brothel owner knew how to preserve her bitches to optimize their value to her. Her cunt would heal, and her resilient breasts would likely resume their original shape within a few weeks.

As a final insult, the whip caught the little girl again, this time across her bare belly, its length wrapping around onto her buttocks, snapping sharply and causing her to jerk on the ropes. In that brief instant the suspended woman’s buttocks parted as a response to the pain, and the tip of the whip found the bud of her anus, which was standing out from the violent beating she and it were enduring.

The sensitive nerves in the swollen ring of the suspended woman’s bulging rectum sent a sharp shock of pain up through her spine and her digestive track, forcing the bitch to surprise the cowboys as she lost bladder control, and the girl on the stalled swing received an unexpected golden shower.

The men laughed at her plight, then headed up to their rooms, their rigid cocks eager for the luscious whores that awaited them in their beds. It was reward time for the cowboys, and they were getting Royal treatment. It was the kind of thing that built an unshakable loyalty, and Duke required that of his men, so that they would willingly do anything he ever asked of them.

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On the second evening the wranglers watched a pair of athletic young women box each other. The able-bodied girls wore only their high cut button boots, and a pair of tightly fitting leather gloves, without padding. They were more mature than most of the whores in the place, being in their late teens. They viciously battered each other’s bare breasts faces and bellies with rapid flurries of direct blows.

Their powerful punches flattened and bulged the other’s breasts, and the blonde managed to knock the brunette off her feet with a full roundhouse jaw-cracking uppercut. After more than ten minutes of furious and brutal action, the girls were given a brief rest.

They sat back, their legs akimbo, displaying their sex organs, breathless and sweating like real street fighters. The nose of the whore with the broken jaw was bleeding profusely, and the left eye of her opponent was nearly swollen shut. Things were proceeding well.

They slumped on their stools just long enough for their male handlers to change the gloves they wore. To make the bout more interesting, the new gloves included metal weapons. The blonde had cube-shaped brass studs on her gloves, and the brunette’s tight gloves were fitted with half-inch long steel spikes.

The exciting pugilistic cunt-fight, put on for the entertainment of the randy visiting cowboys, was about to turn extremely nasty. The cowboys were about to be entertained in a fashion they could appreciate. If there was anything that would turn on a cowboy, it was brutal sexual violence.

This bitch-fight was promising to turn into an interesting brawl. The first ten minutes had produced two black eyes, a bleeding nose, a broken jaw, a split lip and some minor bruises and abrasions, mostly on the face, arms and breasts. Now the action was not only going to be more damaging, but because of the nature of their new weapons, the results were highly likely to be skewed in favor of the brunette.

The metal cubes were capable of splitting flesh, but the spikes would rip the naked blonde’s meat. There was no way the blonde could take a punch without being cut up. It was a delicious setup. There was no gambling, and the men had no interest in watching a fair fight.

The man standing at the side of the ring with his gun drawn let the ladies, shocked at the change in their gloves, knew that their only choice was to carry on with the fight, or take a bullet through the brain. The nude girls were still puffing and sweating when they were thrust again into center of the small fight ring.

As soon as they came forward, the blonde recognized how severe was the gross inequity in the brutal fist weapons. Suddenly desperate, the beautiful blonde cunt took the initiative and unleashed a hot tumult of telling blows at her foe, crossing with a ripping left to the breasts as a setup, followed by a right to the chin, which broke the pretty brunette’s jaw.

Now in one respect they were equal. The brunette bitch countered late but with passion as she drove her left fist into the blonde’s belly, Driving the short glove spikes into the bitch’s tender but tensely braced bacon and knocking the wind out of the tired cunt.

This brought the blonde forward, with her crimson blood oozing from the ripped belly puncture wounds. Now the hot brunette went to work on the blonde’s big boobs. This was war, and the severe damage the other cunt had done to her face was unforgivable.

The blonde tried valiantly to protect herself with her arms, but her bare limbs took as much abuse as her big milk bags. She was in desperate trouble, and she was sure her friend was going to make her pay severely for the damage she had done to her once beautiful face.

Friendship was about sharing tea and telling each other naughty tales of randy customers. War was about doing maximum damage to the meat of the other nude cunt.

As she staggered backward, her knees were apart and her cunt was exposed. The brunette gave her several rapid flesh-splitting blows to her clean-shaved pubic area that had the same impact on her sex organ as she had taken to her boobs. Her swollen sex meat was being cut to ribbons.

As the brunette moved in, she had an inspiration, and raised a knee as hard as she could into the advancing bitch’s groin, smashing her cunt flat, and driving her fuck shaft back hard against her uterus. Recognizing what had been a stunning blow was something she could counter with, she did.

The startled cunt-injured blonde hit the canvas deck hard, and rolled. As the brunette moved over her, she caught her feet in the aggressor’s legs and brought her down. She had to keep those spikes on her gloves out of play, and was willing to do anything to keep them neutralized.

She moved over the fallen bitch, pinning one arm beneath her, and pummeled her tight studded fists into the brunette’s big boobs, splitting the bulging tit meat with the rapid merciless battering. The frantic bitch on the bottom tried to counter with her free hand, digging her tiny spikes into the hip and thigh of her viciously attacking enemy.

She raked the spikes on her tight leather gloves across the blonde’s tense belly, slashing at the naked flesh ruthlessly. Her large breasts made effective punching bags, giving the men in the audience great visual impact as her impressive flesh globes were smashed and bulged from the tenacious punishment they were taking from the malicious studded gloves.

The battering violation was not only damaging, but was extremely painful, and in reckless desperation, she jerked out her other fist which she was lying on, painfully ripping the muscles of her back in the process. She went at the kidneys of the combative girl sitting on her.

Her glove-spikes slashed the tender flesh of the beautiful bitch’s sides, and in seconds the blonde bounded off her to escape the horrific hammering spikes. As she flew off, she kicked the heel of her boot down hard on the brunette’s face, smashing the proud nose.

The men loved this tough action, and let the girls know it. The brunette was momentarily stunned by the horrendous kick to her face, and when the blonde got to her feet, she went at her downed foe with her boots, merciless in the intensity and choice of highly vulnerable targets.

She went first at the brunette bitch’s sides, then got between her legs and went after her exposed cunt with the vicious pointed toes, booting the exposed sex organ with passionate aggression. Her efforts were rewarded by thunderous shouts of encouragement from the men and frantic screams of horror from her victim.

The brunette managed at last to roll over, and struggled to her feet. She saw the terror in the blonde’s eyes as she raised her spiked gloves, revenge in her hardhearted look, and she went at the cruel bitch with a vengeance. Her one-time friend had been so pitiless in her brutal attack on her, she was going to teach that deceitful bitch a lesson in violent revenge she would never forget.

The men could care less which of the bitches won. They wanted to see brutal bloody action, turn lethal, and that was exactly what the naked fighting girls were giving them. These rugged cowboys liked their meat rare and their bloody sex entertainment violent.

These naked bleeding bitches were as rare as the horny wranglers could wish. The blonde backed into a corner of the ring, and leaning back, inadvertently presented herself as an ideal target. As the two beautiful whores screamed obscenities and profanities at each other, the brunette attacked the nude young woman no longer her friend, the cornered blonde.

The franticly panicked blonde brought her right foot up in a devastating kick at the charging brunette’s cunt with a blow so hard it cracked the bitch’s pelvic bone, but in delivering it she also broke her own ankle. The brunette pounded and slashed at the blonde’s bleeding breasts and belly with a vengeance.

She pummeling the spike-bladed gloves into the fair-skinned bitch with battering, rapidly repeated meat ripping blows. With every brutal punch, the hideous metal spikes on her gloves punctured and savagely ripped the tender meat of the blonde’s naked torso.

This was frantic brutal bitch fighting at it very best. The madam knew how to make her girls produce for the cowboys, manipulating the young cunts through the use of alcohol, drugs, hatred and extreme intimidation, all of them working to enhance the violence of their fight.

These obscene young women were out to hurt each other severely, and were succeeding. Their prime objective had now turned to producing a kill. The men had their jeans open and were all rapidly pumping on their rigid lust-gorged penises as they watched the carnal battle of the naked cunts.

This was the best action they had seen since they arrived in town. These nude women were trying desperately to kill each other before they were themselves killed, and the wranglers appreciated their wild desperation, and the brutally bitch-punishing action it inspired.

All of a sudden as the frantic blonde brought the bony point of her knee up into the brunette’s bare crotch with such force that her foe fell over backward, and crashed on her back to the bloodied canvas. Immediately the blonde dropped her knees onto her, digging one knee into the brunette’s upper belly, driving the wind from her lungs, and the other knee onto her throat, squeezing close her windpipe.

The elated blonde pissed all over the big gorgeous bleeding breasts of the heaving and choking bitch in victory. In her elation she was ready to do the unthinkable, slaughter the bitch, kill another girl who had once been her school chum. She glanced up at the Madam for permission, knowing that without it she herself would likely be killed.

With a small but definite movement, the woman who owned her shook her head, denying her silent request. She screamed out her anguish and aggression as she felt the bitch below her going limp, and the unconscious cunt’s lovely limbs were quivering in spasms as the blonde was finally pulled off her fallen and defeated foe.

The men, forming a ring about the action stood with their cocks in their fists and ejaculated onto the brunette as she regained consciousness, coughing and gagging from her near brush with death. The Madam had denied the blonde the total victory she would have been able to brag about had she been permitted to kill her opponent.

The brunette was still of value to the brothel, and would live to fuck and fight again. She had just been given a reprieve from death, although she did not know it. She now had the chance to complete the fight with a finish the Madam wished for, and as she got to her feet, she took the offensive.

Knowing she could not win, the blonde, almost capitulated, and dropped to her knees. The brunette grabbed her collar and pulled her up to her feet. Standing with her legs akimbo, she was totally vulnerable, and the brunette took full advantage, pounding her spiked gloves into the blonde’s tummy and sides until the flesh parted in places, and the blonde’s gleaming viscera began to appear, and she spilled her guts.

The Madam had a wrangler step in and stop the slaughter. She had a veterinarian who could return the inner packing to its regular place and stitch up the meat so that, if she healed, she could be put to good use in another evening of entertainment, where her slaughter could be complete.

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For the final evening of entertainment, Duke paid a premium, and his men were treated to a rare show. Duke had purchased from the corrupt madam the life of another of her girls. In a special performance, the girl’s life would be taken in a real late-night snuff party in a small secret violent-sex theater in the large establishment’s deepest inner recess.

As a matter of course, a fresh young girl was obtained for this exclusive event, an attractive teen who had no connections to the establishment, and no customers at this house of pleasure. She was chosen not only for her startling good looks, but also because there was little chance she could ever be traced to this house of ill repute.

Even with the sheriff a regular customer, who liked to frolic naked with the girls, using a horsewhip on them, the madam could not be too careful. The girl she had selected was taken involuntarily onto the staff on a “temporary” basis to appear in just this one special performance.

She was a hairdresser in a shop that serviced a high-class clientele in a nearby town. She had not yet reached the legal age of fifteen, so bringing her from afar meant there would be no chance of trouble later for the brothel, although protection was so effective that there were seldom problems of any kind with the law.

In St. Louis girls’ brothels were not permitted to hire girls not yet fifteen, even to work, so the establishments had to raise their own little girls, the daughters of whores. The girls born there would be automatically owned, not hired, and thus neither the establishment nor the children working there would be breaking the law.

Pregnancy was so common there was a steady supply of little girls. Somehow the little boys seldom survived, or were sold to ranchers to grow into cowboys. The whores raised the girls as a community, and even those who had not recently given birth were producing ample milk to feed the kids right up to the age of eight. Cowboys liked to fuck girls as they were suckling nude youngsters.

The fourteen-year-old girl selected to donate her young life in Duke’s party had been selected from a neighboring community, and was therefore neither raised in the establishment nor hired. She was simply obtained. She was short and slender, with a full bosom and slender waist.

The girl for the sacrifice was inspected by Duke when she arrived, and he approved of her as the subject for the snuff to be performed as entertainment for his men. The stark room was furnished with a stout circular wooden counter complete with a polished brass foot rail.

The bar was in the shape of a horseshoe, open at one end and in the middle. In the center of the open space, which everyone at the bar would face for a full view of the action, was a heavy wooden butcher block. The space below the curved bar provided holding shelf space for dozens of implements and pieces of highly specialized torture equipment, some of it imported from Europe and China, and much of it made to order by a local blacksmith.

This room was well equipped for this kind of event. A snuff, the taking of a young lady’s life in a torture performance, was an expensive but not unusual request, and in this tough and relatively lawless small city this room was commonly used for such performances.

Even though the central feature of the room, a butcher block, was wiped clean after each killing, and was used for cutting meat in the establishment’s kitchen most of the time, the big battered wooden block was stained with the blood of many young ladies and women whose lives had ended here for the brief amusement of paying customers.

In opposite corners of the room a pair of girls, stripped naked except for their fashionable high heeled button boots, had their wrists bound together behind their backs, and were hung by cords tightly bound around their big breasts. They remained motionless, gently swinging from the movement of their breathing, attempting to minimize the excruciating pain in their big distorted tits, pulled severely upward by the girls’ own weight.

The tiny breeze from the entry of the men was enough to set one of the dangling bitches moving. Her face showed her agony, but she had the restraint to hold back her scream, knowing it would greatly increase her movement and her desperate suffering.

These pretty bitches were simply decorations. Their suffering was to titillate the customers, making them randy for fresh raw meat of young ladies to be opened for their pleasure. The men admired the simplicity and effectiveness of this exquisite torture, background to the real event.

When all of the men were settled at the round counter, and served drinks by a pair of nude waitresses, the pretty young teen who was to be the central piece of the evening was brought in. There were no preliminary acts included for an evening of an extreme sacrifice like this. She would have the show to herself.

The pretty girl was introduced as Melissa. Her flared waist was even more pronounced when she was naked. She was only five feet tall, and had her long blonde hair braided and woven into a ring around her head. Her petite gorgeous figure made her look particularly vulnerable.

Melissa had full pointed breasts that sat high on her chest, which was common on girls in their early teens who developed big tits from the age of 11. Her small lips, erect nipples and pert vagina lips were painted bright red, a lustrous color that contrasted nicely with her pale, supple skin.

She was very attractive as she was escorted through the narrow break in the counter, stepping into the enclosed area inside the horseshoe bar. She wore gold chains that held her wrists together behind her back, and joined her ankles, forcing the naked child to take tiny steps.

The man who had brought her in lifted her by the waist, so that she stood on the butcher block, like a slave at auction. Tears welled in her eyes, and she was trembling deliciously with fear. The beautiful captive girl had in the space of an hour stepped from the security of the bustling hub city of St. Louis into another world, kidnaped by a wealthy woman whose hair she had cut and curled every week for the past several months.

The important woman, who the other girls at the hair dressers said ran a filthy whore house, had always treated her very well, and had given her big tips when she did her hair, and they had become good friends. She had told Melissa just yesterday that she had a beautiful settee she would like to give her for her apartment, so Melissa had told her where she lived, in order that the furniture could be delivered.

When Melissa had got home, a man had been waiting for her. He had brought her out to a rented carriage, and she was whisked away from the security of her uncomplicated life. Now she stood, stark naked and wearing scandalous red wax paint on her lips and naked private parts.

She was paraded like a wanton whore, being ogled by sinful men with sexual lust in their eyes. She was certain she had fallen into the hands of the devil. This proved to be true.

She was left alone, standing quivering and naked on the top surface of the bloodstained butcher block, which had been brought down from the kitchen less than an hour before. Eight feet from her, in all directions, were the men, sipping their drinks and looking at her trembling nakedness.

She averted her head, turning from the men she faced, so that she was continually turning, and unintentionally giving all of them a good view of her excellent figure and her fully displayed feminine charms. Melissa trembled in fear. She felt dirty, although she was spotlessly clean. They were all ogling her as if she were nothing more than a piece of meat, about to be butchered.

She was an excellent choice as subject for the evening’s perverse entertainment. As she stood alone, slowly turning in her total humiliation and misery, her brave tears turned to open sniffling, progressing to heavy sobbing. She could not cover her face or her genitals with her hands chained behind her back.

Her knees were soon trembling so badly that she had to bend them to keep her balance. At last she dropped to her knees on the large wooden block, weakened by her terror. Her head bowed in shame, her entire body trembling. The pretty young girl was so frightened by her situation she was gradually losing control.

None of the watchers moved to help her. The dozen rugged wranglers were in no hurry, and the two nude serving girls brought them fresh drinks as they enjoyed seeing the chained teenager’s growing distress. The men all knew the inevitable outcome, if not all the details, of the captive girl’s visit to this evil clandestine room, and understood that as a special treat for them, she would not leave alive.

Without prompting, the pretty naked girl continued her solo act of self-debasement. She continued to slowly fold forward, then her shoulders touched the butcher block, and she rested there sobbing, her spread buttocks propped high in the air, giving a full view of her genitalia to the men behind her.

She had now lost control to the extent that her pretty vagina lips parted, and she shot out an involuntary spray of her urine, pissing the steaming yellow jet of her private water nearly across to the counter. One of the nude waitresses was sent into the big circle with a damp perfume-scented towel to clean up the resulting warm puddle. It was not the style of this bordello to offer the stench of a common whorehouse.

It was expected by the proprietor of this house of pleasure that the degenerate establishment’s sex show clients would enjoy the sights of her involuntary defecation, whether spontaneous, as in this case, or failing this, forced, when fundamental control of her solid waste was somehow maintained by desperately squeezing of the anal ring of the grossly debased young female subject.

However, because the sharp odor of fresh excrement was generally considered offensive, even by fans of extreme sexual violence, any lumps of shit produced by the terrified subject was always immediately removed by the trained naked waitresses, with the only method being by their bare hands, unless the client requested otherwise.

These rugged wranglers were well conditioned to the pungent aromas of cattle, horse and human excrement around the prairie camps, and seldom noticed it, but when the Madam had discussed the details of the program she proposed with Duke, he had not requested any excrement material produced by the terrified tortured young subject be left in place, for effect.

The girl kneeled on the heavy butcher block, her boobs, her shoulders, and her turned cheek resting on the surface, which was slightly moist from the tallow and blood of raw beef, with residual human blood and smears of moist girl gore mixed in. Her tummy heaved with her sobbing, causing a slow bucking action, which made the vestibule of the petrified 14-year-old’s rouged vagina spread wider from the internal action.

The puffed ring of her puckered anus, clearly visible in the hollow of her spread buttocks, pulsed and winked at the men erotically. Then it gradually spread, and the dark nose of a brown shit-turd appeared to those noticing. Everyone paid attention when her firm moist stool gradually extended outward by several inches, slowly curled downward, and then the freshly produce feces dropped between her spread legs.

The naked young Melissa was performing as expected, and proved to be an excellent choice for this demonstration of total bitch control by the establishment’s clever owner, the Madam. This was a well-planned demonstration the wranglers could fully appreciate, as they held the life of females in equal contempt.

The fourteen-year-old child had become one with the butcher block, a gorgeous young piece of living meat, and her audience was definitely made up of carnivores. To enforce the enticing position, one she had assumed on her own, a man entered the ring in the center of the tightly curved bar.

He was large, muscular, and dressed in black leather, including a leather hood. He unchained her ankles, spread them wide, and chained them to steel hoops on the sides of the block. One of the naked young waitresses used her bare hands to pick up the stool Melissa had deposited on the butcher block and discretely remove it to a waiting pail in a far corner.

There was a bucket of warm soapy water against the back wall, with a towel hanging beside it for her to clean her hands. She unobtrusively did this, dried them, and then stood watching, ready for any required service.

Delectable fourteen-year-old Melissa was now properly prepared to begin what was to be her terminal session. The lovely naked young bitch was about to become human meat, for the enjoyment of the cowhands. She was so out of control by her fear that she pressed herself down firmly against the surface of the bloodstained block, requiring no additional restraint.

The man picked up a piercing tool designed for placing metal ring grommets in canvas. These were the copper rings that were set and crimped into holes to allow for cords to be attached to the canvas, in order to draw it tight without the danger of ripping.

The crimping tool looked like a very large set of pliers, and only a man with a large and powerful hand could operate it. This was such a man. Melissa screamed as he touched her tender vagina lips, and she cringed as he pulled one of the tender painted petals out from its nest in her cleanly shaved pubic mound.

The men watching the obscene act were amazed at how elastic the fleshy lips of the youngster’s cunt were. The workman placed the tool over the child’s stretched cunt meat, and in a powerful squeeze, the device pierced and crimped in place a half-inch brass grommet.

The crimp was so tight that there was only a single drop of blood from the incredible piercing of her sex organ. When he released the pierced lip, the heavy grommet pulled it down, stretching it out from the lovely female organ that was its natural home.

The men on the far side stood, and gathered on the side of the circle that gave them an ideal view of the proceedings at the rear of the kneeling teenager and her perfectly presented though violently violated sex organ. The hooded man took the opposing cunt lip, stretched it out as far as possible, and with his powerful hand squeezed into place a second grommet.

The girl’s face was white with shock as the second grommet was crimped into place in the fleshy lip of her vagina, and as the cruel tool was removed, she got off her scream. Now a second, much larger, tool was taken from a shelf under the round counter.

This new implement was similar to the grommet tool, but it had handles nearly two feet long. In its curved jaws was an iron ring, open on one side. One end of the two-inch ring was pointed, and the other end was hollow, to take the point into itself. The tool was designed to close the open ring so that the ends engaged permanently, when squeezed by two muscular arms.

The powerful hooded man placed the business end of the tool over the Achilles tendon of Melissa’s leg, above the heel and behind the ankle. The open end of the ring bit into the meat of her leg, and in a display of incredible strength, he pressed the handles together.

The pointed end pierced itself right through the narrow part of the leg, behind her Achilles tendon, until it had driven into the concave end of the ring, permanently locking the metal ring into place. The cruel pain that this cruel, simple, but effective operation produced was extreme, and judging by the pitch and strength of her screams, Melissa found it unbearable.

The naked bound girl writhed and screamed in horrific agony, to the delight of the all-male audience. When she began to settle back to a heavy sobbing, her hooded master placed a second open ring in the device, and pierced her other ankle as he had the first. Her reaction was the same, but again came eventually under control. The men were in no hurry.

The chains had been fastened tightly, restraining the naked young girl from kicking either leg more than a inch, but she flexed her painfully pierced foot, giving the tough, rugged male audience an excellent view of her range of motion. Because of her extreme agony, she was moving the shapely ankle through its full available range under the circumstances, in her desperate struggle.

The hooded master placed a third ring in the heinous device, and with little ceremony, pierced it through the septum in Melissa’s nose. The beautiful young hairdresser was now nose-ringed like a bull. Next the man took a pair of gold chains and threaded them through the grommets in her vagina lips.

He attached the other end of the short chains to the rings in her ankles, restraining her from moving her hips too far forward. He climbed up onto the butcher block, straddling her, and standing up, he hooked the end of a third chain to a hoop in the ceiling. Jumping down, he lifted her head and attached the other end to the ring in her nose, painfully elevating her front end, with her nose ring bearing much of her weight.

The men watching the intricate death show got their pants open to access their pulsing erections, and they began masturbating at the erotic sight, pumping their great erect dongs that were soon all dribbling the first signs of their pre-ejaculation fluids.

They would automatically reduce the rate of stroking their rigid poles, to hold the level of arousal to a point at which any premature sex-rapture would not interfere with their enjoyment of the entire event. Now that Melissa was fully positioned and restrained, it was time to begin with the progressive terminal exploitation of her impressive physical charms.

She was about to die for the amusement of Duke and the all-male audience. Her demise be as was planned to be as painful and unbearable as the skilled craftsman could make it. Her torture master began with an ornately carved box of acupuncture needles left with the madam by an appreciative Chinese client, as a gift to the torture room.

These eight-inch-long needles had pencil-thick and inch-long wooden heads. They had been designed to have the tips placed painlessly under the skin and to be gently turned, then left in place for a brief period before being removed. The sadistic Chinaman had bent the sharp tips into tiny hooks, so that they would be painful going in, and damaging coming out of flesh they punctured.

He took one of the beautifully crafted needles out of the box, and held it before the terrified eyes of the bound girl. Her eyes bulged as she realized its potential, and in light of what had happened to her in the past twenty minutes, she knew there was every chance the worst she could imagine would happen to her.

These people showed no signs of restraint, but were teaching her how inhumanly cruel some people could be to others, just for the shock value. The thick ring through her nose forced Melissa to breathe through her mouth, but this in no way impeded her ability to scream.

She produced a shrill whistling squeal when the master grasped one of her dangling breasts and thrust the needle into the tender tit-meat. He pressed the needle steadily until the shaft was buried all the way to its wooden head inside her sizeable breast, at which point it struck a rib beneath the impaled mammary.

The hooked tip of the needle pushed out the skin on the other side of the soft orb of her breast, then it burst through. A drop of her blood crept along the length of the wooden head, hesitated, then it dropped to the butcher block. This crimson marker was to be the first of many.

Twenty minutes later the pretty young girl’s breasts were filled with the destructive needles, including one pushed straight in through the center of each of her erect painted nipples. She also had the heinous needles sticking through her cheeks, her neck, her buttocks, and all around her anus and vagina.

The most painful of needle all for her was one that was thrust through her clit, that had its hook buried deep inside the meat of her sex organ. The master grasped the needles in her nipples and slowly pumped them in and out, so that the hooked tips began to slice the tender tit meat from the inside.

He left them inside her, but now the blood was dripping steadily from the stuffed and ripped milk ducts. She could not believe that these people could deliberately damage another person so mercilessly. She had done nothing to deserve this. She had fallen into the hands of monsters.

Melissa’s throat was being scraped raw from her incessant screaming, and her shrill piercing screams were so loud they filled the soundproofed room, deep below the brothel. The horrors the tortured girl was experiencing caused one of the young women hanging by her big titties in the corner to pee in her panties.

One of the nude waitresses standing near her noticed the splash of her unexpected tinkle, stood aside so any of the cowboys who noticed could appreciate the sight, and then she moved over with a perfumed towel to clean up the fresh spill of warm amber body fluid.

As the serving girl was on her knees mopping up the puddle, the master took a long slender woman-whip from a shelf and lashed out at the stretched belly of the offending tit-suspended woman. She bucked and kicked her long shapely legs, and her ballooned tits paid the price for this exaggerated movement.

She jolted against the cord that held her by her big bound breasts, and the hefty mammaries swelled severely, turning an even deeper purple from the strain. She quickly resumed her motionless posture, but continued to swing from the traumatic action.

Now the hooded master selected a new device, a remarkable mechanism imported from Germany. It was designed to stretch the female sex organ from the inside. It was little larger than a banana, so that it could, with adequate force, be fit into the most modest vagina.

With sufficient force, it could even be inserted into the womb of a virgin, or to gain the same interior widening effect when inserted into a female’s rectum. The innovative device was called a speculum. The name was unimportant, but the men found it to be very revealing.

Through an ingenious gear system, the device expanded its diameter as a crank on the outside end was turned. Once the heinous machine was implanted and expanded inside a woman’s womb, a second system with a spring mechanism thrust thick spikes into the victim’s vagina wall and uterus, permanently anchoring the remarkable and diabolical cunt-stretching device.

Its anchorage inside a woman fitted with it was in every way permanent. The only way to remove it from a woman’s gonads would kill the victim by viciously ripping out her entire internal reproductive system. It was clearly designed by a genius who had no regard for the life of the woman who would have it installed..

The girl was silent as she examined the strange metallic device being displayed before her. She had at first no idea from its appearance what it was designed to do to her. Gradually as she examined it, its use came to her, and as the implications slowly sunk in, the hysterical young lady regained full use of the top range of her considerable soprano voice.

The master put the tip of the device against the spread lips of her pretty vagina, and without preparation, pushed hard on it, forcing it to slide up inside her. The pain and burst of blood the insertion produced startled them all. The pretty young bitch was a virgin! At her age!

When the appliance was buried to the limit inside the teen’s newly opened cock holster, her hooded torturer began to turn the crank handle that stuck out of the end. Slowly the metal walls slid against each other, and the monstrous female torture apparatus began to expand, forcing her pretty cunt to widen.

Her evil torture master had concern for neither her comfort nor her safety. He continued to turn the crank, stretching her inexperienced vagina and her ability to produce ear-splitting screams as her tight newly opened sex organ was expanded beyond its normal limit.

Melissa attempted to buck her hips, and paid the price. The chains holding her cunt lips to her heels were stretched to the limit, and pulled her pierced inner folds out grotesquely. He paused to take up a split cane and slash with it at the exposed meat of her back, sides, breasts and thighs.

He also landed several sharp blows to her tender pussy lips and the bud of her anus, causing the screaming girl’s pouting pink rectum to visibly swell out. The deeper pink of her inner colon began to appear, like a gradually unfolding flower. Her gut appeared to be inverting itself!

The men laughed when, from the center of the pretty anal flower emerged the pointed brown tip of yet another firm stool. Her master was beating the living shit out of her. The master replaced the cane, and as he did this, the girl’s brown shit mouse retreated back into its flesh hole.

He resumed his work with the crank handle protruding from her stuffed vagina, and the effect was immediately visible. The round hole that was her cunt grew, stretching to a full four inches measured at the strained rim, and much larger inside the screaming young girl’s impossibly stretched flesh-shaft of a cunt.

She was experiencing the pain of childbirth with no little sprog involved. The pain she experienced was incredible, and she was letting everyone in the room know the extent of her agony. At last the handle stopped, as the device distorting her little pussy was expanded to its full limit.

He reached in and felt for the internal trigger, then suddenly the powerful spring system was released, thrusting heinous spikes deep into the teenager’s uterus and the muscle walls of her inner vagina. They had lain along the length of the device, and were so long that several of them burst out through her lower tummy.

Now Melissa was in deep, deep trouble. There was now no possibility of escaping her dreadful fate. She was unable to move, and the incredible instrument buried in her womb was locked in permanently. Now she passed the stool she had revealed a few moments earlier and two others followed it.

The naked waitresses moved in with their bare hands and again picked up the fresh deposit of fresh brown human waste. Melissa was starting to fade from the severity of the brutal and violent action. It was time for the pretty young lady to receive her final therapy.

The Madam gave the signal, and a door opened. The naked serving girls quickly cleaned their hands in the soapy water and moved promptly to the door. They lifted and brought into the showroom a long and heavy stout steel pole, which the cowboys immediately recognized. Such a device was normally used for spitting s steer, but now its intent was to be used as a woman impaling shaft.

The serious metal shaft was two inches thick, and six feet long. The lovely nude waitresses carried the pole into the large ring, and carefully handed the heavy device to the hooded master. He took it from them, and they resumed their duties in providing drinks to the audience of wranglers. The excited cowboys now fully understood how the young girl’s life was to be taken.

The tortured Melissa found new life as she saw the long shaft and imagined its use. She was striking to see, kneeling on the bloodied butcher block, held securely in place by the nose ring chained to the ceiling, and her ankles chained to the hoops in the side of the block.

The men who made up the small exclusive audience whooped with elation as the master pressed the rounded tip of the heavy shaft against the forlorn teenage girl’s freshly evacuated rectum. With a firm pressure, he slid the rough metal pole into her, violating the virgin tail of her digestive track.

Her pulsing anus gripped desperately at the cold invading steel. Melissa screamed in short gasping breaths as the thick rod was thrust deeper into her, filling her colon. The degree of humiliation and excruciating pain she had experienced earlier came nowhere near this, because the rude intrusion into her body was more menacing and terrifying than anything she could imagine.

She had frequently in her young life seen a pig or goat impaled and roasted, and had never thought the same could happen to her, particularly when she was alive. This was a monstrous idea. Melissa could tell from the determination with which the long instrument was being thrust into her that the tight fold at the end of her colon would not stop it.

The hooded master was determined to push it right up into her guts, on its eventual path through her slender body. She and the watching audience knew from the length of the weapon being used that this calamitous invasion of her fundament would not stop short of full impalement.

The pretty young bitch was now no more than history-in-the-making. She shook and sobbed hysterically, and clearly understood that the lethal event nearing its climax was solely for the profane entertainment of these few privileged wranglers. The naked teenage girl being impaled made a delightful human sex object.

As the shaft was given a hard thrust to drive it through the wall of her gut and on into the tight pack of her remaining viscera, she jerked so hard in response that her legs kicked back and bucked, which ripped the round copper grommets out of her stretched cunt lips.

The torn cunt-flesh spurted her blood, which splashed onto the wooden surface on which she knelt. She now had more room for movement, although her ankles were still securely chained to the butcher block. She knew for certain she was about to die, and determined she would not go quietly.

When the steel pole was deep into her belly, the master moved around in front of her, grabbed her nose chain, and lifted her up so that she knelt upright. He drew his pistol, and pressed the end of the muzzle deep into her navel. Taking careful aim, he squeezed the trigger.

Everyone held their breath waiting for it. The 45 slug blasted deep into her gut. Even with the roar of the big revolver’s discharge in the small room, the men heard the sound of the slug striking the steel shaft inside her, causing the speeding lead slug to splinter, ripping any flesh around it.

The gut-shot girl moaned and sagged. The hooded master worked quickly now, not wanting to let her expire before he had completed exercising his craft. He thrust on the shaft up her ass with all his might, guiding and driving it past her stomach, between her lungs and scraping by her heart, then on up into her throat.

The girl’s neck showed the progress of the thick steel shaft up through her gullet, and at last the sharp tip emerged through her mouth. She was now fully and artfully impaled. Her bulging eyes moved, the only remaining sign of life in the impudent young lady. He had completely impaled the gorgeous youngster.

To complete his assignment, her hooded master once more moved in front of the impaled girl, his gun drawn. He placed the muzzle firmly against her forehead between her eyes, and pulled back the hammer. These men all knew well and appreciated the violence of the gun, and they were ready for thrill of her devastation. Their cocks were in hand, rigid and pulsing, ready to spurt in unison.

The horny wranglers were mesmerized, and held their breath as the hooded man squeezed off a single devastating shot that blew off the back of the girl’s head. She had now joined the angels, or devils, or whatever awaited a young woman who died for the pleasure of a small but dedicated male audience. Melissa was now reduced to no more than an erotically impaled female carcass.

The wranglers cheered the powerful sadist’s decisive mastery of the lovely teenager, and honored her sacrifice with a massive group ejaculation, spouting their semen high in the air before it fell to the floor. The beautiful young bitch had provided with her impressive though involuntary total sacrifice an enjoyable and memorable evening of amusement for the men, who were about to begin the long and arduous journey home.

THE END OF CHAPTER ONE