40 WEEKS by Regis

Disclaimer: The following is fiction. The content of the story is not representative of the writer’s beliefs, opinions, or attitudes. This story is intended for adult entertainment only. The characters and events depicted in this work are fictional. The author does not condone or promote any unlawful activity such as is depicted in the story. By continuing to read this work you acknowledge that you are an adult who wishes to read works of fantasy and fiction for the purpose only of fantasy. All the characters in this story are adults. They may play different ages for the fictional character that they are depicting but they remain at all times adults.

Feature Writer: Regis

Feature Title: 40 Weeks

Published: 13.10.2023

Story Codes: Erotic Horror, Gore. Young One

40 Weeks

Everyone was comfortably settled and the semi-private club’s doors locked. The bar was open, but none of the guests bellied up to the bar, because they were being served. Five naked eight-year-old girls, tall for their age and even taller because of the ballet heels they wore that forced them to walk on pointe, provided drink service, as naked cuntail waitresses.

These were extremely bizarre shoes they wore, with slender spike heels that provided little balance. The gorgeous little ladies had been recruited from a ballet school which was a professional training center, where they had been in residence since the age of five, brought forward from the National Nursery.

These toddlers had early along been separated out from the main group to be developed as erotic ballet entertainers. The school was invisible to the city in which it existed. It was in what was labeled as a top-secret research facility and was buried in a large park.

It was there that these young girls were taught to perform as precocious and seductive as nude concubines. The owner of the school was a founding member of this club, and he proudly produced some of the most licentious, seductive youngsters available anywhere.

The area where his school was located was well-fenced, equipped with extensive video monitors, and guarded by round-the-clock guards. Children were obtained from orphanages, reform schools, and professional ‘collectors’, procurers who kidnapped little girls on an assignment basis.

The school’s highly trained little girls were in demand and were in most cases sold to private Gentlemen’s Clubs and to rogue bars like this one to provide their special services to customers who appreciated the advanced sexuality of specially trained naked young girls.

These kids were skilled in flamboyant seduction beyond their years, and their rights were either sold outright or they were rented out, as was the case with these. They depended entirely on their tiptoe skills to walk on their severely arched feet in the skimpy nine-inch ballet heels.

Moving gracefully in them was a skill only acquired with many hours of practice for weeks, months, or even years. Often during their training, the naked students were provided with extensive encouragement to their pretty bare bottoms from a slashing whip.

To complete the look, these precocious naked little cuntlets wore a tail that emerged from their round little buttocks, anchored to a post buried deep in their rectum, an appendage that wagged seductively as they walked in their spike-heeled ballet shoes.

A man’s penis would rise to become a long pulsing, raging erection just at the sight of them, and often leak semen from the opening on its tip as well. The slender nude young girls were clearly well practiced at their craft, with their distinctive erotic walk as they moved about, doing their job.

With their feet arched in these remarkable shoes, they were all able to completely straighten their knees, giving them exceptional cock-erecting posture. The five lean young waitresses were otherwise stark naked, displaying their pre-pubescent forms in the most remarkable way.

These naked youngsters were so attractive in their amazing tiptoe performance, serving as tailed cuntail waitresses, that even the women were becoming highly sexually aroused just from watching them. These beautiful pre-teen girls had all previously given up their virginity, as had most girls who reached their age.

This was clear as soon as the guests saw that they each carried a bundle of clear plastic stirring rods in their hairless cuntlets, and pulled one out for each guest who requested one. When all of the guests were served, an erotic woman entered the room. She too attracted immediate attention.

Like the nude mini-waitresses, she wore ballet heels and nothing else, but she carried a riding crop. Unlike the girls, she had a large vulva in full bloom, as clean as theirs, and had a full voluptuous figure with large breasts, while the flat-chested girls had yet to enter puberty.

“Good evening, ladies and gentlemen,” she began. “As you know, the Club is in lockdown, due to the extreme nature of this evening’s entertainment, which will commence as soon as our security people have fully vetted all of you and your guests, to ensure none of you has any connection with law enforcement.

“Just as a gentle reminder, should any of you not pass the security check, you may relax and enjoy the performance undisturbed, but upon its completion, you will be escorted onto the stage, where your clothing will be removed, and you will entertain the rest of us.

This will not be pleasant for you, but exciting for us, as we observe you receiving a very slow and erotic full-body impalement through your anus, continuing until the shaft exits your open mouth, with your head flung back. Are there any questions?”

There was total silence. Every week one of the regular clients would bring to the Club an unsuspecting guest who was completely innocent, but who would ride the shaft, getting herself fully impaled as the evening’s final act for the amusement of the others.

It was the perfect tactic to dispose of an acquaintance or employee who either offended or knew too much for their own good. The Club arranged for an accidental death report and cremation before questions were asked. No questions were ever asked.

“Let me tell you about my marvelous new job,” the voluptuous nude woman continued. “My name is Kate, by the way, and as you can see, I’m a vivacious six-foot, buxom (to say the least) and by all feedback, gorgeous brunette, black hair, really, with bangs and long curls.

For work I usually wear my hair in a ponytail, to keep it out of the way, as well as to show off the lines of my beautiful slender neck. It turns out people find a young woman’s exposed neck to be sexy. I know mine is because people regularly comment on it as they admire it.

“My long shapely legs, my pedicured feet in six-inch spikes, and the two-inch extension on my working shoes, topless with clear plastic strips holding them on, make me appear to be a true Amazon of a woman. If you’re six-foot-eight, I can look you straight in the eye. Otherwise, you will always be looking up to me.

“What makes me perfect for this position is the pleasure I take in merciless, heartless, cruelly creative sexual sadism. I’m sorry, that’s an outrageous statement to make, but I really do enjoy harming others, even permanently disabling people. That way they’ll always remember who made them that way.

“The only thing I like better than causing irreparable damage to a man, or even better, a beautiful young woman, by removing a hand, a foot, or sometimes an entire limb, is to be permitted to kill them. It’s just a little quirk of mine, and I find no reason to apologize for it.

“Because of my success in helping people, bringing their lives to an end, so to speak, it has got me some amazing jobs! It’s what makes me a perfect match for this job, and I assure you I’m going to do very well here. When you get to know me better, you’ll understand the truth of what I’m telling you.

“I discovered my enjoyment of hurting other people just after I started grade seven. I was the toughest white girl in school, and there were about thirty Spanish-speaking Mexicans and Puerto Ricans in my new middle school. One of the Putrid Ricans was nearly as pretty as I am, and we arranged a fight to see who was best.

“We were only twelve at the time, but both of us had grown a pretty good set of tits, for our age, and were starting to develop adult bodies. Of course, being an immigrant, she cheated, hiding a jackknife up inside herself, in her cunt. Her mom had found out about the fight and had shown her how to hide it and use it.

“It was small, a zip knife that opened with a flick, with both sides sharp. and her boyfriend, an older guy who had dropped out of grade ten, had sharpened it really well. We just wore our panties and bras, no shirts, skirts, socks, and shoes, we fought barefoot.

“With lots of encouragement from the kids backing us, in no time they were ripped off. She had some class because at least she knew to shave the peach fuzz off her pussy, so we were both as bald down there as the cunnies of five-year-old little girls. Guys like to see that.

“We were now both bare naked. We punched each other, pulled hair, wrestled, and scratched for a while, and then when I got in three quick successive punches to her gut, the jackknife she’d slipped up inside her pussy started to slide out. I grabbed it before she could, and got it open and ready to use on her.

“The stupid Rican cunt panicked, screamed, and backed up against the wall, surrounded by the other kids, making her real easy for me to work on her. I gotta tell you, I worked her real good. I stabbed her in her cunt, slicing off a cuntlip, and then slashed her fat tits and face.

“I gave her a couple of shots in her belly, and then to finish strong, I cut off the bitch’s pretty nose, starting from right up between her eyes! I stuffed it right up into her freakin’ cunt! I couldn’t believe how exciting that was. I’d never stuck anything into a girl’s cunt before, and it felt great!

“With most of her nose missing, that was the end of the bitch ever being pretty! Her family didn’t have much money, so she was going to have to live with her face destroyed for all of her life. I was so proud I was the one who did it to her, and she’d always remember that.

“She would never marry a rich man, but would hovel as a beggar forever! She couldn’t even get a job as a whore with her destroyed face, let alone her scarred tits and cunt. For me, my satisfaction was that I would always know it was me who had done it good to the filthy Hispanic bitch!

“One day when I was fourteen and in grade nine I saw this guy sitting on the curb outside a liquor store, begging. He didn’t have any hands. That really turned me on, and I sat down beside him and was nice to him, and even rubbed my big boobies against his arm, and when there was nobody looking, reached between his legs through his open fly and stroked his bare cock.

“I reached to grasp the whole thing, and was surprised to feel he didn’t have any balls behind it! None! There was just a seam I could feel on his empty scrotum and nothing inside! He told me his story about losing big time in the sex and gambling joint downstairs under a restaurant, a secret gambling den called, because of its specialty, removing The Family Jewels.

“He’d lost so much he wagered his personal jewels, and lost them! They took them off in a special show, just moments after his gambling loss, and with his balls gone the stupid prick kept on gambling, losing both his hands, which came off that same night in a later show! Can you imagine such a shocking thing?

“I don’t know why he thought he needed his cock, with his balls gone. It’s surprising he didn’t gamble away his head! He told me some rich guys gambled away their wives and daughters, it was incredible, and you wouldn’t believe what happened to them!

“He told me what happened to them, and I came twice just from listening to him. They were raped and then killed. This guy was a rock star! I love gambling, and seeing what some stupid people will risk just for the chance at a big win! I saw the guy was pretty desperate, so I paid him ten bucks to learn where it was.

“He told me the name of the Restaurant. It was one I knew because it was very high-end and owned by the Mayor! The next day after school I dipped into the box of money I’d been taking from my dad’s wallet for years, and had kept doing it because the stupid prick didn’t even figure it out!

“I bought some thigh-high black transparent stockings, a bright red garter belt, and an ultra-tight and short tube dress, powder blue, that was so short it didn’t quite cover my bum, and some amazing red high heels that made my feet look great and my legs look twice as long.

“That night after supper I got myself dressed up, and noticed I’d forgotten to get special panties, so I didn’t wear any. When I was ready I slipped out my bedroom window, grabbed my bike, and rode down to that restaurant. I was going to have myself a time!

“I had a fake ID in my purse in case I needed it, but I didn’t. I just lied to the restaurant’s Matre d’, telling him I had a job interview for The Family Jewels, and without hesitation, he took me to the back of the dining room to the Ladies’ toilet and told me inside was a door marked Staff Only.

“It was the women’s entrance to what he called the Jewels Club. He had no concerns that although I had big tits, I was still clearly just a minor as if that was normal, and he wished me luck with my interview and assured me I’d find the place exciting. It was my first visit to an adult club, so I’ve got to tell you, I was surprised at what I saw.

“When I got down there the waitresses were all no older than I was and most were quite a bit younger. Except for spike heels, leather collars around their necks, and lots of stage makeup, the young girls working bets and drinks were all stark naked.

There were bare cuntlets everywhere! Those girls who were old enough to have crotch hair had their pussies shaved clean, so they’d look like they were a lot younger. Most of them were, with no titties and no hair to shave off their little cuntlets. It was a real pussy palace!

“This was a really cool place! It turned out the turnover among young workers was so high that it was common for half a dozen girls a night to come to apply, and if they met the criteria of the Club, some of them were immediately hired and working, naked.

“They had ways of getting well-built young grade six and seven schoolgirls interested to apply, but somehow had never found me. Maybe it was because I wasn’t in school that much! Only two or three of those six a night were usually successful in getting themselves hired.

“The continuing need for new recruits was not because of girls quitting, but due to frequent raiding techniques; other clubs hiring these lovely young ladies, already trained to accept the shocking events that went on in such Casinos, and it happened all the time.

“Girls were enticed away from this small one-owner single casino operation, to work in the big-time multi-national D-Ring Inc. Corporation. That was a really big operation, with casinos everywhere in the world, where gamblers always bet on really gross stuff, and they always used naked young girls as their waitresses.

“These young girls had to be conditioned so they wouldn’t puke when really gross stuff happened like they couldn’t have the nude young waitresses puking, could they, and once they were used to it, they’d get hired away to work naked in a big-time operation.

“Because they were minors, the girls that went to D-Ring Inc. simply disappeared, as they were always quietly shipped off to their other operations somewhere else around the world to make big money, and so we never saw them again. Ever. The Mayor’s best buddy, who was also a shareholder in the Club, was the Police Chief.

“He always found a way for the girls taken in to discretely ‘disappear’ without any ties to The Family Jewels Club. Nobody ever knew any of them had ever worked here, or that this Club even existed, except,of course, for the hardened gamblers who kept the place running.

“I felt quite lucky to get into the Club, just to discover that visiting girls with high expectations and no clue as to what was going on, like me, were the norm. The club was nearly full when I got there that first time, with both male and female gamblers standing around the tables.

They were all fully involved in what they were doing and didn’t even notice me. A tough-looking guy in a striped suit, which was a bit too small for his muscular build, came over and asked if he could help me. I said sure, I was looking for a job here.

“He looked me over, with particular interest in my ass and boobs, then took me to the back to a small office and told me to wait. He ran his hand across the hem of my tube dress, crossing my bum, and startled me when he slipped his fingers over my pussy, checking for a cock to make sure I wasn’t a fucking transvestite.

“He wasn’t making a move, but just confirming what he could see through the thin material of the tube dress, that I had no panties on, that I had no cock, and that my cunt was totally hairless. I guess in a place like this they couldn’t be too careful about who got in.”

There was a whole wall of 8X10 framed glossy photos of naked girls, some of them as young as ten and none of them older than me. What was striking was that none of them wearing anything but spike-heeled shoes and leather collars, all of them looking amazingly sexy.

They carried a tray of drinks, working as cocktail waitresses. Most of those twelve and older had tits, but none of them had any pussy hair. There was one shot of a very pretty thirteen-year-old with blonde hair and big tits sitting on a stool with one leg up, shaving herself.

She looked so sexy I reached between my legs and started to masturbate. I could imagine sitting like that, shaving my cunt and around my rectum so that people wouldn’t see any ugly hair curls growing where a girl should always look as bare as she did when she was a little kid.

“In a couple of minutes, a woman came into the office, looked me over like the guy who brought me in there and done, told me I was too tall to be a waitress, and asked how tough I was. I told her tough enough to take good care of myself, and she seemed to like that.

“She wanted to get a look at my pussy, I’m not sure why, but I was there for a job, so had to be cooperative, and I lifted the front of the tiny tube dress, spread my knees, and showed it to her. I think she was impressed that I had come to an interview without wearing any panties.

“She was also impressed that I had been stroking myself to swell and moisturize my cunt lips before my interview. That made points with her. I knew enough that for a job in an adult Club like this where ladies often showed their cunts, appearance was important, which of course included how eager your cunt looked.

“She handed me a hammer and said she wanted to see me stick it in and grip it in my quim. That was a big surprise. At fourteen, I’d had my share of cocks go up inside me. I mean I knew that’s what cunts are for, and hooking up with guys was what it was about, particularly by the time you got to be as old as I am.

“She was assuming I was no virgin, and thank God she was right. That hammer handle would have been a hell of a device to use to pop my own fucking cherry! I worked the handle into me further than she thought I could, and let go, gripping it as tight as I could with my cock-squeezing shaft.

“I felt the weight of the hammer’s steelhead, but gripped it firmly by squeezing my vagina as if I was grasping some stud’s big penis in my womb. She clenched the head of the hammer in her fist and gave it a jerk as if trying to get it out, and I held on firmly with my womb.

“She said she was quite surprised a fourteen-year-old could have that kind of grip with her cunt. She said I was hired and could start work that very night. She told me to leave the hammer stuck in my pussy, because I would probably need to use it before too long.

“I was to start work by going out on the floor between the tables and mixing with the gamblers, chatting them up while giving them a good look at my cleavage. She said if any of them put their hand under my skirt to feel up my pussy, to let them do it because it was their right. Like really, that’s what cunts are for.

“She said I should leave the tube dress on, but should pull the top down so that it fully revealed, lifted, and squeezed together my big tits. She said it would improve my cleavage instead of covering my gorgeous big boobs. That was needed, so that I would contribute to the titillation of guests.

“Any young female employees working the floor who weren’t naked had to have at least their tits fully exposed, she told me, and that particularly applied to girls who sported big tits like mine. She said the members loved tits, bare tits, so mine had to be uncovered, properly presented all the time.

“When I had them out she adjusted the top so that my tits looked really spectacular, lifted and pressed together. The tube dress was so short she left it like it was at the bottom, with my bum partly uncovered and my pussy only partly covered but with the head of the hammer in full view.

“I was assured that everyone would know what I was there for. The only person not sure about what I was to do with the hammer was me. It was, it turned out, a regular part of the floor show, and I would be told how to use it when the time came, but to leave it in.

“Some of the gamblers wanted to touch, hug, and even kiss me, and I let them, even when they grabbed the head of the hammer and pumped it as if it was screwing me. I was embarrassed at first but got used to it. I was hired and would be paid for their entertainment, not mine, that was the way things work in the real world.

“I would get my personal kicks when I watched the more serious discipline to losing gamblers when the Club claimed their loss. I was getting hot just thinking about what I might see happen. I was hoping to watch some hunk of a guy lose his fucking gonads! I’d never witnessed a castration before, total removal of a guy’s nuts, and couldn’t wait.

“Just then there was quite a bit of excitement at one of the tables, and one of the guys, a middle-aged businessman, gave a forlorn scream. He had been cleaned out of his cash and had put a gold token with the letters ‘FJ’ prominent on both sides. It immediately attracted a crowd.

“The prick was so addicted to gambling that he had bet his Family Jewels, his own fucking nuts, and lost! I soon learned this happened here three of four times a night. Some guys just always thought they would be lucky. Things didn’t always turn out in their favor.

“There was only one more serious loss, a coin marked PFJ. This one was by far more valuable because it meant the penis as well as the testicles were to be taken off! I was also soon to learn why Family was an appropriate part of the name for this Club, with youngsters involved.

“That didn’t bother me at all, because I was more into the cruelty than the naughtiness of the events. Back then a castration didn’t seem to me to be that sexual, just a really punitive, painful, and permanent event. I realized that when I was performing my bit at my first major event.

“The woman who had given me the hammer and hired me came and took me to the stage at one side of the Casino. In the center was a foot-high block of wood. When I climbed onto the stage, I immediately noticed that the top of the block was bloodstained. Some of it was quite fresh.

“This was, as I suspected, a chopping block, designed for the castration of the big losers! This Club was for real, and that poor fucking handless beggar who had told me about it had probably lost his nuts and his hands on this very block! He had no reason to lie.

“The woman told me to spread my feet on either side of the block, and to lie on my back, then raise my hips as high as I could, lifting my feet on tip-toes, which was particularly erotic in my new spike heels. I really drew admiring stares in this position, because my skirt was up, covering nothing.

“In this position my tube dress rode right up onto my hips, completely revealing my groin and my gorgeous hammer-stuffed cunt. Nothing was left to the imagination. It also positioned the heavy steel head of the hammer directly over the block.

“I was being a very naughty teenager and was about to get much naughtier. I was going to be a part of a stranger’s castration, by hammering his nuts to a pulp, right inside his scrotum! What I thought was particularly cool was that the cunt of a girl in her early teens, MINE, would be directly involved in the castration.

“Here comes the family part, although not in the traditional sense. Half a dozen seven and eight-year-old girls climbed up onto the stage, wearing nothing but their perfectly fitting little high-heeled shoes and leather collars. In these shoes, their slender legs looked amazing, extra-long, and gave them all outstandingly sexy posture!

“Their bare little split pubic mounds had been rubbed up to make them stand out with prominence, to the delight of the gamblers. They began to sing in unison, and to dance, thrusting their little hips or bending in deep bows, presenting their pretty little swollen vulvas and puckered rectums as a welcome sight to the gamblers.

“The man who had lost his major gamble was brought up on stage by a pair of muscular bouncers, his pants and undershorts were removed, and he was positioned on his back on the stage floor with his hips raised so that his testicles rested on the block, directly under the heavy hammer in the firm grip of my cunt.

“The woman also came on stage, now carrying a stiff woven leather riding crop, and she began slapping it sharply upward between the naked little girls’ legs, punishing their puffy cuntlets until their singing turned to squeals and sharp screams upon contact.

“This harsh treatment to the little girl’s groins caused their exposed immature pussies to swell out further, to new prominence, opening to reveal the short hood of their little clits and the spreading inner lips that were stung with each blow of the merciless crop.

“Then the slashing stiff whip moved to their bare round little buttocks, and the girls were relieved to be told they were now required to depart from the stage, having provided the entertainment with the public punishment to their genitalia they were required to endure.

“I found out it was in the fine print of the contract their mommies had signed to begin their little girls’ trek on the road to stardom. Now that the naked little children had titillated the audience, the brief show was moving to its shocking climax.

“One of the nude young waitresses, a girl I guessed to be no older than ten or eleven, knelt over the man to be castrated, with her cunt spread on his face, and took the broad head of his erect rigid penis into her mouth. The naked girl began sucking and pumping her head, engulfing his sex meat, causing the limp organ to rise and stiffen to full erection.

“She worked his rising erection rapidly, bobbing her head passionately while grasping the base of the penis with her small fists, and pumping it at a desperate rate. The child was not only keeping his rod stiff but was also moving him toward climax and ejaculation.

“The youngster was good! No guy could hold back with this kind of attention to his cock. The vicious lash of the riding crop slashing through her spread crotch and slamming into her gaping vagina and swollen rectum encouraged the child to increase her tempo by disciplining both her open cunt and the perfectly presented and slightly open ring of her rectum.

“Suddenly the girl raised her head from the man’s raging cock and backed away when she felt him begin to ejaculate. His ample production of sperm splashed onto his navy jacket, and up as far as his face. Now it was my turn to be startled when the woman’s whip lashed down across my breasts, painfully crushing both of my nipples as it struck.

“I took that as the signal and began to drop my hips repeatedly, quickly learning how to control the hammer to punish the losing gambler by cracking his nuts for the entertainment of the others, driving the heavy steel head down as hard as I could onto the wildly screaming and still ejaculating man’s throbbing testicles.

“My work was proving to be very effective. I raised and lowered my hips rapidly, driving the steelhead of the hammer gripped in my cunt down with bruising blows on the man’s helpless gonads. His rubbery nuts bounced with each blow and scream, but had no escape, held in place by his ample scrotum.

“He was held in position by the two burly male handlers, unable to move an inch in either direction. I was pounding the shit out of the man’s rubbery balls, flattening and mashing them to a mangled pulp within his tortured ball sack. The whip on my bare tits kept me moving.

“I would never have guessed when I had decided to seek work at that Club that I would be performing such an obscene act, particularly on my first night, and enjoying it so thoroughly. This was the most exciting job I could imagine, but as I proved my worth, other jobs would be even better.

“The woman lashed my cunt a stinging blow with her riding crop and said I could stop now. I got to my knees, but before I could get up she handed me a pair of sturdy clippers, I’m talking serious tools, the type used for cutting a whole chicken to pieces. It turned out they were also really good at doing a castration.

“You get the honor of removing his Family Jewels”, she said.

Without hesitation, I grasped the flesh sack and put the blades of the clippers over it. I squeezed the spread rubber-sheathed handles together with all my might, and the clippers proved to be perfect for the job, as the man’s nut sack came off in my hand.

“I had never in my life felt so powerful as I looked at the large whimpering man who, thanks to me, had ejaculated for the last time. I worked at that Club for nearly a year, happily removing external gonads from some of the most powerful men in the State.

Most people had no idea these guys were such losers! I also discovered that not all serious gamblers were men. Although the gamblers mainly came to witness men being emasculated, I also got to give a total hysterectomy to five unlucky women who had bet their gonads, three of them at an early breeding age.

“Three of the gorgeous young women were guests of wealthy men, and for their lack of luck they had to take a large triple hook driven in through their cervix, and then I had to jerk the hook out of them by a stout string tied to their internally anchored hook.”

I don’t know if any of them recovered from the trauma I gave them, but I knew for certain their uterus was no longer a useful sex organ, and the pouting puckered opening of their cervix would now more resemble a torn flower. I was the one who had torn it.

“The other two of the five were the wives of gamblers, and although technically it was the men who had lost, the husbands had wagered the internal reproductive system of their spouse, providing a delightful form of entertainment for the other gamblers.

“Their husbands had bet their wives’ gonads and lost. The men got to choose the form of extraction that would be used in neutering their wives. They made it clear they had little interest in their wives surviving the procedure, as each had a precocious teen substitute on his arm.

“One man didn’t want his wife’s uterus taken out through her vagina because she had just told him she was pregnant, and he thought it might be considered a birth if she was aborted through her cunt, so her wanted her belly cut open and have it jerked out through the fresh opening in her belly-flesh.

“The other man thought it would be amusing to have a small explosive in a burning cigar pushed in through his young wife’s cervix. He understood the uterus would unlikely be blown out through her cunt, but had no concern about that, saying internal destruction of her female plumbing would suffice, and it would save him the trouble of a divorce if she didn’t survive the procedure.

“What he wished for was to demolish her entire internal reproductive system, and a small bomb planted deep inside her would properly take care of it. Permanently. He called her his “fuckin’ little gold digger”, and wanted her to experience an excruciatingly painful and protracted death. I took care of it for him. I loved my job!

“When I turned fifteen, I was at the peak of my physical beauty and told my parents they had no control over me. They went ballistic and told me I was grounded indefinitely, and I moved out and got my own apartment. They had no idea where I worked, thinking I had a steady job at a Burger King.

“When I moved I got my own phone and everything and didn’t tell my Mom and Dad where I lived. They were rid of me. As far as I was concerned, they were history. Who the fuck needed parents when she had an amazing job like mine, where I got to be totally destructive.

“I had made a special secret closet in the basement behind storage shelves at their house and had to sneak my hot clothes and shoes into and out of the house. Now with my own place, I was able to have all the hot clothes, shoes, and wigs I wanted without any Hassle. I was a free woman, and life was amazing.

“I was hired away from The Family Jewels Club by one of its wealthiest customers, who liked my enthusiasm for working with women, so to speak. He was not interested in gambling and didn’t care much about nut-crushing or other forms of painful castration.

“He wasn’t interested in a girl to do penis torture or erection amputation but instead wanted to find a young woman like me who could be either persuaded or coerced into torturing other women, like make them scream big time, and for good reason. He needed a girl who liked that kind of action. For me, his offer was a no-brainer.

“I love helping women find and exceed their pain threshold, and to begin as well as end their long and excruciating departure to Hell! I actually got to work on bound naked bitches with lots of people watching and cheering me on while I did what he needed to be done to them, and soon got to do whatever I wanted to them as well. It was fucking amazing.

“I got to perform some very destructive work on some very beautiful women, but none I knew, and the audiences went wild as I slowly and creatively butchered them alive before killing them! How I killed them was up to me too, and I got to do some amazing snuffs.

“I’d love to tell you more, but I just got the signal that the show is about to begin, so I’ll step aside. As soon as the young serving girls have refreshed your drinks, they will withdraw, pull out the now wet bills you deposited in their cunts, and the curtain will go up. Enjoy the show!!”

The Whelping Show

Something everyone knows about females, cunts, as we’re properly called, is that our distinctive physical assets are primarily designed to produce babies, and that’s exactly what a lot of us do. Mostly it happens in private, both the copulation that results in seeding and the whelping that follows forty weeks later.

As I was quickly learning, both of these lewd acts have been brought into the public realm, and are featured in sensual show bars as a form of erotic, licentious entertainment. It’s perfectly natural, what we call the reproductive cycle, and it turns out there are fans of both parts of the cycle.

At thirty-nine weeks, one week before their due date, a dozen pregnant girls, all but one of them teens, are given an injection of a mild but effective inhibitor to prevent them from going into premature labor, which would make scheduling their delivery a big problem.

An inexperienced pregnant teen popping her pup before the audience is seated is inexcusable, and although the club was not in the business of making excuses for its help, it would prove to be a major embarrassment and impact their ability to draw an audience for future shows.

Six days later, on the eve of their upcoming grossly obscene performance, the dozen girls take a tablet that neutralizes any of the inhibitors remaining in their system. At 6 PM on the evening of their production act, they get a shot in the buttocks of a powerful stimulant that will induce rapid labor.

It is not until an hour before the curtain goes up that the six who will perform are selected, based on the stage of labor they have reached. They need the girls they’ve selected to go on and perform a lewdly explicit live birthing in front of an audience on schedule because the audience won’t wait.

I don’t know how they advertise these shows, but just like at the bitch torture and snuff shows, there are as many women as men in the audience. I guess cunts like to see cunts being deeply humiliated or worse, in the most extreme situations imaginable. That’s what most of the extreme sex-flaunting business is about.

The reason they pick the girls who will pop their pups for a live audience so close to showtime is that of the twelve, two will likely commence the birthing process too soon, and at least one will display signs of a very extensive, long-lasting labor, which will delay production of their sprog.

Either way, early or late, only an hour is much too far off schedule for an expecting and impatient audience. The girl or girls who are delayed in delivery will have their own private show, and it is guaranteed to be terminal, which means she will have nothing else to worry about. Ever.

For those with a great deal of money, whose lust has not been satiated by the main show, there is a special whipping lounge, where there is no limit to the discipline administered for the violent entertainment of wealthy clients. In this show, the delivery is under extreme duress.

In this situation, the girl who is too late to produce for the main audience is put up on a large trampoline, and the small private audience surrounds her, all of them armed with vicious buggy whips. Their role is to encourage her to push, and to be successful in getting her sprog to drop out of her cunt as she bounces nude on the trampoline.

She will be required to jump up and down continuously on the rebounding device, and when they think her jumping is not sufficiently vigorous, the whips will go to work until she picks up the tempo. They have been having these sessions for years with tardy young helpers, and it always works.

The jumping does everything necessary to break open her placenta and get her nearly fully-developed sprog inside her stretching open her cervix and moving out through it into the flexible shaft of her fuck-chute, through which she was seeded in a fuck or violent rape show.

When the audience is seated, we take the remaining three pregnant girls up on stage and crucify them. Their crosses are lined up across the back of the stage, so whatever happens with them, and something always does, it becomes as an active backdrop to the ensuing competition.

The whole thing is very elegant, and before the show is completed, at least two of the crucified girls, who we actually call our backdrop girls, will get their swollen cunts stretched open from the inside and will have literally force-ejected their screaming little sprogs.

Usually, all three on the crosses have rid their bellies of the wriggling, squealing loads before the show comes to an end. At the beginning of the show, the three pregnant girls are mounted on their crosses, held in place by stout spikes driven through their wrists on the crossbeam and ankles on either side of the vertical post.

These delightfully ripe young ladies are displayed sufficiently high on their crosses that the emerging infant will drop to reach the end of its umbilical tether before its head strikes the stage so that it will just dangle there, suspended, wriggling and squealing like a baby piglet.

It hangs there by its belly, squiggling and screaming, until its weight actually pulls out the crucified young mother’s uterus, like her performing a second birthing, providing her with a natural spaying, or neutering. The audience goes nuts, and remember, this is all just background.

Although this trauma damages the beauties to a great extent internally, it is usually not quite enough to kill them, at least not right away, and they get to witness the show from behind the main action. That’s a bonus for them, they see it for free because none of them paid to get in.

The Club figures their sacrifice as crucified showgirls was enough to allow them to see the remainder of the birthing show without charge. The last part of the show is the highly entertaining impalement of these crucified naked backdrop girls, and it’s always done to them whether or not they have evacuated their bellies.

We don’t want them to miss the highlight of this part of the show, so before the impaling pole reaches their upper cavity, where it can inadvertently kill them, a male dancer, made up like a native Indian, representing a brave hunter, wearing only a head feather, moccasins, and body paint, discovers them, hanging there spiked to their crosses waiting for him.

The brave hunter works all three of them and uses his big sharp hunting knife to artfully open their still-swollen bellies, releasing their internal pack of viscera. It’s incredible! He removes it all, completely disemboweling them, and even removes non-vital organs, knowing the young cunts won’t live long anyway.

The crucified and gutted ladies do not, of course, survive getting full impalement, so they’re usually dead before the bloody tip of the shaft emerges through their gaping mouths. This is good, because they’ve performed well throughout the show, and their excruciatingly painful death is an expected outcome the lust-driven audience always likes.

The gamblers love to witness this kind of brutal action, and they bet on which cunt will be the last to die. Did I mention naked eight-year-old girls in heels and collars take the bets? They also serve cocktails, or as we call them, cuntails. The owner makes full use of all resources.

For an extra five bucks, the naked young servers will even squirt some pee into your glass from their bare cuntlets to provide a touch of warm amber girly tang to your drink. Any chance to increase profits is utilized, and this proves to be a popular additional service the young girls enjoy delivering.

The gamblers also find it enjoyable, which is why they are trained to do it. It turns out there is nothing quite like a spurt of fresh urine from a naked little girl to enhance the flavor of most drinks, including scotch, gin, and beer. After they’ve pissed into drinks a few times the girls think it’s cute.

The frequent deaths that occur on the stage might sound crude, but as everyone knows, that’s the true nature of show business. People really love our killer sport. I don’t know how that will change, because the whole operation has just changed hands, likely for the better, if that’s possible.

A very wealthy Satanist has come forward and purchased the whole operation. As an indication of where this might be headed, he’s brought in a new chef who collects the newly delivered infants, not in the least concerned that most of them have expired, not surviving the public birthing process.

What could he possibly want them for? Are we talking about super-tender veal?

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