ADELE’S ASCENSION TO HELL

Feature Writer: Regis

Feature Title: Adele’s Ascension to Hell

Published: 18.12.2022

Story Codes: Erotic Horror, Fighting, Violence, Snuff

Synopsis: Adele finds her life is on the line

Adele’s Ascension to Hell

Adele leaned forward, her black bangs swinging in time with her ample breasts as she laced up her black leather spike-heeled boots. Those and the narrow, tiny tightly laced black leather girdle around her waist were her only costume. She wore decadent inch-and-a-half long eyelashes, and her lips were a rich red to contrast with the gleaming black of her luxurious hair and the polished leather of her boots and mini-girdle.

The boot lacing was on the outside of her legs, from the ankle right up to the flare six inches above her knees. The low point on her girdle was at the center of her back, and the sides curved up to a large chromed ring above her sternum, so that all it squeezed was her ribs. This was a pinch, not cover type of garment.

The girdle’s lacing was on her sides rather than up the back, and it was pulled so tight that the narrow strands of black leather thong dug deeply into her sides, bulging severely what could never be considered excessive flesh. The garment was impractical and uncomfortable, but to the observer it looked outrageous, which was its sole purpose.

The top edge of the minimal confining support garment consisted of two curved formed pieces of the same black leather as was used for the small back and front panels. These were designed so that they provocatively lifted and shaped the soft mammary meat while not in the least obscuring her outstanding tits. They needed little support, and she was very proud of them.

Adele’s beautiful long hair was brushed to the point that it shone as if oiled, and it was severely pulled back and tied in a tight bun in the rear, leaving her pretty ears, shapely neck and petite head fully displayed. Long curls were allowed to swing in front of her ears and down her cheeks to her shapely collar bones, giving her the look of a provocative cunt, which is precicely what she was.

She was strikingly beautiful, and her insolent yet innocent sweet face, flamboyantly displayed impressive body and flagrantly exposed genitalia, with the lips wearing the same makeup color of her lips and nails, made the impeccable contrast. She was perfect for both her contrasting roles she had chosen for her life. Adele was in every respect a total knockout!

By day the gorgeous twenty-eight year old was a successful sales account manager for a large Houston advertising agency. She attributed her high level of success in sales to the timely use of the red leather couch in her private office to close lucrative deals with wealthy clients, using her blatant sexuality to her advantage.

Her face, body, posture, clothing and attitude drew customers in, and clients to the man found the semen-pumping gripping mouth of her vagina on their cocks irresistible. The lipstick on her cunt lips transferred to the base of their erections during coitus, ensuring they would shower before they left.

That gave her the chance to check their home address from their wallets. She was always looking out for new ways to earn extra money, and some of these dudes with families made themselves vulnerable when the took a couple of hours off work to fuck a beauty such as herself, and she always had high resolution photos from hidden cameras to work with.

She had aggressively fucked her way to the top in the business, using what had always worked for her, her ability to milk semen from the balls of any man she allowed into her with her pumping vagina muscle. In her years in the business, she had never had a man refuse to mount her, and he always paid the price.

Only she knew that the quart-sized decorative German pewter beer stein with the silver lid sitting on her desk was more than half filled with the semen she had drained from her vagina, and occasionally from her rectum, after each satisfied client left. It was messy but productive to gather it.

She was busy enough that the thick male product was never able to dry; fresh deposits were sometimes made into the ornate mug three times a day. Adele had discovered early in her career that sales were closed the same way marks were achieved in elementary, middle school, high school and college.

She had what men wanted, and she knew how to negotiate with the best of them. Adele was not only the most successful sales woman in the large advertising firm, but in the past three years she ranked in the top five saleswomen in the United States. That earned her some of the largest bonuses in her company.

Being the best in the business was only part of how she satisfied her driving obsession for dominance and winning. After nightfall she secretively spent three evenings a week at her favorite place, a private fight gym behind a sports equipment store where qualified women trained with professional personal fight trainers.

The manager of the tiny gym made a modest living from fees for the sessions he gave, in which the female fighters spent the first five minutes in ripping the clothes off each other, and then fighting nude for the amazement of the small audience he attracted with his unusual training.

That was how people and the tax department believed he made his income. He made much more when he arranged for the better fighters at his club special matches or unusual novelty events when they were ready. His clients included the after-hours clubs where anything could happen, and these were owned by the Mob.

Adele had been lucky enough to work some of the special gigs and fights at least once a month ever since she started nearly two years earlier. The jobs did not get much more frequent; she seldom did more than three in a month, but as she gained experience and the manager’s trust she was sent out on riskier and much better paying assignments.

Her first fight had been a warm-up match, to get the audience going before the professional events in an extreme fight ring, but she and another inexperienced girl just boxed, topless. Although the other girl, a kindergarten teacher, went at everything, Adele focused on the younger bitch’s big breasts.

They wore lightly padded gloves, because it would never do to damage a beautiful female hand, and to ensure they were able to hurt each other the handlers had weighted their light sparring gloves under the thin padding with brass knuckles, ensuring a well-placed punch would really count, without too much if any cutting.

These metal enhancements to the gloves were invisible, but the audience loved the bruising results they produced. Adele had done very well in that first fight, pounding on the other girl’s big bouncing breasts, and giving the pretty bitch a swollen black eye and a nosebleed.

The owner of the club kept the fight going because the audience was enjoying it so much. Although she fell once, which she swore was a stumble, she put her opponent on the canvas on her ass a dozen times, and knocked the gorgeous bitch out cold four times before the hour-long fight, in one long round, was finally stopped.

The only break in the hectic bitch-battle was while they used smelling salts to get the other girl back to consciousness and onto her feet. The third time she had put the disoriented woman down for the count it had taken nearly five minutes before she regained consciousness, but the bitch had been hoisted back up into a corner, supporting herself on the ropes.

To Adele’s amazement, the brutal fight was allowed to continue. A series of concussions was not enough to satisfy the extreme fight audience. The pretty bitch was groggy but still perfectly capable of taking a beating. The first knockout had been while her opponent was on her feet, and the bitch landed on her tailbone.

The other times the girl had fallen from a blow to the head or to her gut, but she was still conscious, so Adele was allowed to go down on her and beat on her head with her fists until she was knocked unconscious. The young kindergarten teacher was finally dragged out of the ring unconscious.

They allowed her to revive herself in the shared dressing room, and the twenty-two-year-old slowly came out of it as Adele was in the shower. She made $400. for that fight that had been allowed to go on for more than an hour and a half. In this club they played hardball, and the girls got to know that the hard way.

She was pleased she had been able to do so much damage to the other beauty’s brain in a single fight. She learned later that the cunt was dead; she had died and was at fault in a head-on high-speed collision driving home, veering into the wrong lane and colliding at a combined speed of 180 miles per hour.

The results were as you might expect, she and both couples in the minivan she hit were instantly killed in an accident in which there was no evidence of where she and been. With no survivors and no witnesses coming forward to describe what they saw in the horrific early morning crash, there was no evidence of where she had been and what she had been doing that evening.

Adele was completely exhausted from that fight, almost non-stop, longer than any heavyweight fight. She felt too weak to go home, and the club owner allowed her to stay in the crowded room, a converted welding shop, after her shower to watch the main card of extreme nude female fighting.

Adele was determined she wanted to learn the cool moves she saw and qualify to fight the really big-time fights, and watching the pros seemed the best way to pick up on style, tips and moves. In the professional fights she was allowed to observe, the ladies almost always performed most of the fight completely nude, except for spike heeled shoes.

The one constant was that the women always had to start the contest clothed, and began by ripping each other’s clothes off, producing side bets. Most of the pro fighters wore expanding rings and collars inside their genitalia, and anuses, causing them to stand grotesquely open, to give the audience an extra thrill.

At this particular club the professional level competitions were called the Red Five fights, because blood had to flow from the nose, mouth, both damaged breasts and vagina before the winner was declared. All of the clubs around town had their own rules, but a Red Five or a variation was a fairly common ending for a competition.

Basically, the private fight club owners designed their own rules and competitions, all intended to make their establishment more attractive than the competition to the gamblers, and this served to up the ante and the risks taken as the sport progressed. The risks were always taken by the girls, never the owners.

The naked ladies who participated had zero protection against any kind of abuse, and the owners regularly took advantage of them. There was no regulatory body, so the fights included anything the mostly experienced women who went into the ring were willing to do, which proved to be a lot, for better money.

The owners were very demanding in their requirements of what the girls were expected to do, including the inexperience novices who didn’t understand the implications, always seeking an edge in audience appeal. This illegal backroom sport produced huge profits when a novel enhancement was made to how the ladies fought. This was private enterprise at its best.

Continual changes in what was supplied to the gamblers and fight fans produced increasing demands, which fueled further extension of what could be seen, and how far the ladies went in their brutal competitions. By staying to watch the professional card, Adele saw for the very first time that night a real fist-fuck.

She had seen the steamy photos in men’s magazines and online of women taking fingers and a hand into their wombs, sometimes their own, but this night when she stayed for the first time to see how the professionals worked, there was more to be seen and learned than she had imagined.

She also witnessed, for the first time, both men and women in the audience unabashedly masturbating, the men actually pulling their raging penises out of their pants to pump them, dribbling their pre-ejaculation smegma over their pumping fists until at last, when a woman took a crushing blow, hit the canvas or pissed, they sent gobs of semen flying into the air. This was exciting sport!

She witnessed a skilled fighter get her opponent down, one of her gloves off, and the inner expansion sleeve out of the downed bitch’s cunt before getting her fist into her. She was still wearing her brass knuckles. The tough fighter pounded as hard as she could in the seasoned cunt, doing as much internal damage as possible.

She battered her opponent’s inner gonads with deep powerful blows, hammering her brass knuckles against the uterus of the screaming and bucking naked bitch. Adele had never guessed a fight could be this exciting, and this damaging to a woman’s whole reproductive system, the best target ever. This was far better than, for example, pulverizing a man’s testicles.

The internal beating had continued for so long that the victor’s arm was streaked with blood as she withdrew it from her unconscious foe. This was real cunt fighting, and an impressive knockout was at last attained without touching her opponent’s head! For Adele this was a real education in gonad beating, true cunt fighting.

Adele had no idea that the pain of a brutal uterus pounding could put out a woman’s lights. This was an impressive knockout. She quickly learned that she would make much more for taking part in nude fights, making them totally sexual, and was not in the least concerned about the damage that came with the territory.

After a month of fights, she took steroid shots to her genitals to enhance their visibility, and to make it look like she was hot the moment she stepped into the ring. From the fights she watched at the fight clubs she regularly visited Adele saw that enhancement of her organ through injections was much safer than putting rings and sleeves inside herself.

She saw several examples of how these metal and plastic inserts could cause damage if the fighter wearing them took a brutal beating to her beautiful cleanly shaved groin. Adele learned quickly, put her learning to work in her early fights, and became a hit in the fight ring.

Before long, whenever she was on the card attendance was up, and she was soon making enough to give up her day job and concentrate on becoming the best female extreme fighter in the state. It wasn’t easy work, but somebody had to do it, and she found the biggest and most satisfying payoff was in the rush she got beating another nude woman.

She was fully aware that when she went into the ring she was taking a chance on getting the scratches, bruises, and risk of serious damage, but the appreciation of the fans and the money she got made it all worthwhile. Payday was in cash on fight night, with no waiting for a monthly check, like in her other job.

Some of the girls in the fight business were picky, wanting only easy gigs, just in it for the thrill of being seen performing nude. They wanted the thrill and the glory without the risk, but Adele took every assignment that came her way. It didn’t pay to be fussy when looking for extra work.

Some of the side assignments she took were unusual and not club fights, like the time she was hired to emasculate a mafia guy who had dishonored his boss. She had no idea what was expected of her, as the client had just asked for a great looking woman, not too old, who had an amazing body and a nasty punch.

Someone else was there to castrate the man at the mansion where it was done. Adele’s job was to suck him to erection, take a face full of his semen as he ejaculated, and then punch him in the groin, driving her fists repeatedly into his testicles as he sat bound and helpless, his legs widespread, tied spread to the chair legs. She grinned as she realized her fists were to become nutcrackers!

All she knew was that she was to start by getting out of her clothes, making a show of it to get cocks rising, and to masturbate her cunt. Then she was to kneel in front of the bound man, suck him up to raging hardness until the ejaculation thing was done, and then to pound the guy’s family jewels as hard as she could with her fists, and not stop until she had crushed them.

She was instructed not to do it too quickly, to make sure the prick suffered. It sounded simple enough, although it was a completely new experience for her. He was terrified, but she managed to produce a raging erection on the bound man by dancing for him, sucking him up, and she soon had him rigid.

A drizzle of his semen trickled down her chin as she finished swallowing his spunk, and then moved to the second phase of her outrageous assignment, forming fists. Her small feminine hands were up to the job, and she was fully prepared to do irreparable damage to the handsome young man’s balls, although she’d never done anything like this before.

Adele had kept her eyes on his screaming face as she pounded her bare fists into his large testicles, relishing the excruciating pain she was causing the bound man. The prick looked like a real asshole. He had surprised her when he had ejaculated hard a second time as his swollen nuts were being brutally hammered, splashing her face and breasts.

When she had caught the base of his erection with an errant fist, he surprised her by ejaculating again, spurting his thick semen high in the air with a force she had not thought possible. This dude was special. He lost his rigid erection only when he finally stopped screaming as he slumped unconscious.

Adele was elated that the damage she did with her fists on his swollen gonads was so severe it caused him to pass out. She had never punished a man before, certainly not like this, but found it easy with an audience cheering her on, and found it both exciting and highly sexually arousing.

Nobody had given her any specific instructions, so she kept on pounding her bare fists into the bound man’s swollen nuts after he passed out until the tenderized gonads were definitely crushed, no longer regaining their shape after each blow. She stopped only because she was certain the battered balls had no resistance, and were actually fully crushed.

It felt like his gonads had been converted from rocks to hamburger under her mercilessly pounding fists. That was what she had understood her assignment to be, and on that basis she had completed it. She stood and bowed to her audience, then put her hand to her cunt and startled her attentive audience when she moved her moistened fingers into her awaiting mouth.

Smelling salts brought him back to consciousness, and Adele watched with interest as the man’s testicle sac was carefully removed by a topless woman with large swinging breasts as he screamed. She left the destroyed nuts dangling uncovered for the guests to inspect before the gorgeous topless bitch with the razor-sharp knife removed the clam-like male gonads as well.

Adele wondered what those nuts had looked like before she had altered them permanently. Their battered condition was more apparent when they were revealed, hanging outside of the sac, and she was impressed with her own work. Her small fists were very effective in bringing about both pain and sustained damage.

Her disappointment was that the operation on the hysterically screaming man did not also include removal of his now flaccid penis. She would have loved to be the one with the scalpel, to not only remove the battered testicles but also slice off the guy’s raging cock while it still stood firm.

Beating on the gonads of a bound man was totally different from defeating another woman who was, depending on the assignment, sometimes able to fight back, but although it was not her specialty, she found her work on the man’s nuts with her bare fists to be very satisfying, and was glad she had accepted the assignment.

Doing a guy like that was a new experience for her, one she wouldn’t mind repeating from time to time. She liked that he was bound; guys hit a lot harder than girls, and that was not her favorite part of fighting, it was getting in shots like she got to that bitch who died, and like this dude bound to the chair.

She got her paycheck and left, not knowing how the evening would end, but not wanting to be around if they offed the guy. That kind of thing was way outside her present limits, and she didn’t want to be part of it, let alone witness it. Maybe they’d just tape him up and leave him a eunuch.

As she considered it, she realized that was probably what would happen, to make him an example to the rest of the hoods in the organization, but she didn’t need to know, and wasn’t ready for seeing someone killed, which with these criminal people she realized was more than a possibility.

Between assignments money sometimes got tight, and Adele resorted to using some of the photos from her sales position and the hidden camera. She no longer needed repeat sales from these guys now that she was out of the business, so she set up a private untraceable male identity on a website to work them.

Presenting them with images of themselves naked in her office, purported to be from some guy who had set up the hidden cameras to exploit both the gorgeous sales lady and her customers quickly got and held their attention. She had them e-transfer a couple of hundred dollars a month to avoid their families seeing the photos.

With a couple of dozen men contributing a manageable amount every month, she soon had a steady stream of nearly $5,000 every month to pay her bills, on top of the big money she made as a naked fighter. She was now earning up to five thousand dollars per fight, and was given by her manager and trainer at least three per month, in addition to irregular other special private assignments.

On another unusual job, after she had developed much more experience, Adele took a giant step forward in her career. Her trainer and manager, knowing she was ready, introduced her to a couple of college girls, members of a very high-end college sorority, who were arranging for a ladies’ night party.

She met with the two self-assured young ladies for afternoon coffee at a Moonbucks. They told her that what they would ask of her was quite unusual, but that they would make it well worth her while. Her only requirement was to be totally obedient to their wishes, regardless of her own.

Her assignment was to recruit another gorgeous young woman, bring her to the posh sorority house, and on a lavish huge quilt spread on the floor of the fully developed basement, with 50 college girls surrounding them and watching, perhaps even taking some photos or their intimacy, get nude and make out together, pretending to be lesbians.

They would be provided with a number of female sex toys of various sizes and devious designs. Adele was excited at the idea. She had never made it with a woman before, and she would get to pick her partner. She chose Kim, a pretty young travel agent with luscious strawberry-blonde hair and a great figure.

She had worked a couple of other jobs with the young travel agent, a poised young twenty-two-year-old bitch who dressed well, was always impeccably groomed and attired, and was a classy cunt who was into the scene, and didn’t balk when asked to perform kinky acts. She had a beautiful cunt that was usually open and looked interested, like she was perpetually horny.

Kim had been recruited by the trainer who managed Adele’s career. He had been impressed with the amount of cleavage the young travel agent displayed at her desk near the window of the travel company where she worked. Kim was not a great fighter. She was cast as a loser for fights, and she did very well on the kinky sex party assignments she was given.

After a couple of drinks the shapely young woman was completely uninhibited, and always gave a great show. She took great care with her makeup and grooming, and always looked fresh and innocent, which proved not to be the case. They were instructed to take a cab to a subway station, and were met there by the two young women who had hired Adele.

They took them on a long indirect drive into a suburb neither had ever visited, and at last arrived at the Sorority house on the State College Campus. They had no idea where they were. Kim performed better than Adele had thought she would. She was a great choice, because she reveled in kinky sex, and somehow knew the lesbian scene.

She was a natural when it came to performing sex with another woman, and was so inventive that Adele simply followed her lead half the time. After probing each other’s vagina and anus with their fingers, they moved to the sixty-nine position to work their mouths on their cunts, and then sucked on each other’s soiled fingers to clean them. The watching girls loved it.

Kim moved their encounter to a new level when she sucked on Adele’s nipple, and then began to squeeze it between her teeth until she brought a scream. This was getting interesting, and going in the direction the college girls wanted to see. Adele had been told beforehand that they needed the nude girls on the floor to hurt each other during the preliminaries.

The gorgeous nudes on the huge floor quilt started to wrestle, and when she got the opportunity Adele swung over Kim and got her teeth into the fleshy meat of the young bitch’s moist and flared vagina. Cunt and clit biting was something she had learned by watching the pro matches at the training gym, and it was her style to use it.

She bit on the mound of female sex flesh filling her mouth, and then slid her mouth upward to take both the raised hood and its protected erect clitoris into her mouth. As she got a tooth-hold on the prominence of woman-erection, she felt Kim’s mouth get an identical hold on her own clitoris. They were soon engaging in a tough clit-bite-fight!

They bit down in unison, screaming at the pain they produced as much as possible without letting go their tooth-hold on the other’s sex organ. This was a game known in the industry as the chicken dance. It was only a matter of time until one bit hard enough the other would chicken out.

Escape was difficult, because it meant letting go to twist away, if possible, but that was a dangerous move, because if the jaw clamp hold on her sex organ was secure enough the other girl’s teeth could actually rip her cunt when she jerked away. In this case the faux fight ended differently.

They both got a grip on the other’s buttocks with both hands, and dug a pair of fingers into the other’s anus, pulling so hard that each found the pain in her sphincter exceeded the pain of the bite on her clit. Within another few moments they were making passionate love again, thrusting their tongues deep into each other’s mouth and fondling the other’s breasts and genitals.

After more than an hour of steamy sex and dirty, even nasty deeds, including intentionally pissing on the padded huge floor quilt several times by both of them, and then willfully drinking each other’s piss, at one point Kim actually spread her buttocks with her hands and passed a small firm brown feces lump onto the carpet.

The sorority girls cheered her brash cheekiness, and the lesbian love-making continued, until at last four of the new members of the sorority physically put the obscene sexual exhibition to an end by pulling the participants apart. Adele knew there was to be another part to the required show, but had no idea what the college girls had in mind for them. Kim thought the lewd libidinous sex exhibition was over.

The sorority girls put Kim on her back in the middle of the floor and held her arms and spread her shapely legs. She giggled, thinking this was turning out to be fun. She loved being handled by women. As Kim was being spread, Adele was given and made to strap on a nefarious, heinous device.

It was the kind of implement that women put onto their hips and used to fuck each other, except that instead of a dildo attached, this horrific apparatus was mounted with a sharp and gleaming 18-inch long wave-shaped serrated blade. Adele was told her job now was to mount, thrust the blade into Kim’s cunt, and fuck her beautiful young clit-biting associate to death.

Adele was shocked, and realized this was the kind of act that only jaded women could dream up and appreciate, the wives and daughters of wealthy, “Nouveau riche,” families who had far too much time on their hands and needed high, even extreme shock value to entertain themselves. They probably really needed her to do it!

Adele was at first certain this whole thing was a ruse, and that these spoiled college girls were just testing them both, to see how far they could be persuaded to go. Thank God it wasn’t her on her back, because she had no idea what kind of limits or boundaries Kim had, or how fixed they were.

Nor did she know her companions moral standards, or how sure she could be the bitch would not cave in to the right kind of coercion and do something extreme, something they would both regret for the remainder if their lives. The voluptuous blonde bitch she had invited likely had no limits, and would murder her by carving her inner gonads.

After all, they only knew each other through their agent, who had arranged this event. Kim hadn’t hesitated to do anything this evening, and as she remembered, had never seen the cunt balk at any kind of aberrant and even hurtful activity. In fact, like most ladies in the business, she seemed to find hurting others enjoyable.

It was far better that Adele was given the role of aggressor where the playing field was so severely tilted. She made a show of strapping on the big blade after first running its razor-sharp length gently along the seam of her passion-flared sex-lips. Kim screamed as she saw the deadly blade strapped to her nude companion’s hips, knowing how strap-ons were to be used. She knew this was not play!

While she finished securing the tight straps holding the weapon to her pelvis, she saw something very disturbing was going on. In the background, one of the young women who had hired her quietly opened a briefcase, pulled out a pistol and attached a long narrow silencer to the barrel.

What the hell was this?!! It proved to be a deadly serious incentive for her to do exactly as she was told. Her own revulsion at what she was being required to do was part of the beauty of the event in the eyes of the young observers. They wanted to demonstrate that they could influence another woman to do anything they asked. Anything, including fuck another naked woman to death!

The wanted to prove that with the right form and level of coercion; in this case the motivation of self-preservation, a beautiful young woman like herself could be made to perform the most heinous crime imaginable. They had the objective of making Adele into a woman killer, the murderer of a woman, likely a friend, who she’d brought to the party!

These young ladies, most of them seventeen or eighteen and the most senior no more than twenty one years old, considered themselves to be expert in, “Psychology 101,” in which all h ad gained at most a pass mark, and they were quite interested in conducting a test of the limits of human destructiveness. They were using a pair of classy hired cunts to prove to themselves an otherwise meaningless point.

What better way than to bring a beautiful woman, within a couple of hours, to the point she would willingly and grotesquely fuck an associate to death in front of an audience of college girls? To convince Adele they were serious, the gorgeous young woman with the gun held the pistol over Kim’s groin.

‘Holy fuck,’ Adele thought, ‘Is she going to shoot Kim in the cunt?’ The answer proved to be no. Instead, she slowly moved it downward along her leg, and dragging the silencer across the quivering flesh, she shot her, putting a bullet into the meat of her inner thigh.

The first series of Kim’s shrill screams filled the room as she moved behind the kneeling Adele and pressed the hot silencer, still smoking, into the cleft between her buttocks. Adele instinctively thrust her hips backward to move the gun, but in that involuntary move gave the weapon the access it was seeking.

With a rapid thrust the silencer on the barrel of the pistol slid deep into her anus and invaded Adele’s colon. The beautiful ad agency executive-turned-extreme fighter was now about to lose the last of her innocence under the influence of the daughters of the most powerful men in the state.

Few of them knew that the fathers of some of them had contributed to Adele’s impressive semen collection. Nor did Adele, not a student of Psych. 101, know that their wealthy families influenced the actions of these students, and that their parents would not be likely to object to how they conducted themselves this evening.

As long as their exploration of limits was conducted in the privacy of the secure basement of their sorority house, they were fine to explore, as long as they followed one cardinal rule: Don’t get caught! The girls were at university to get an education, and nothing could be more educational than this.

They were experimenting with freedom to do what they wanted. They were exploring their limits and discovering that as privileged upper class ladies the restraints of society were entirely artificial and could be freely violated. They just had to be careful in safely concealing their degenerate activities.

Now they wanted to prove the extent to which they could do anything they wanted to, no matter how extreme. They had planned this event down to the last detail, and knew it would be a total success. Their education was, in this case, as they well knew, at the expense of taking the life of one young woman and the soul of another.

With the encouragement of a pistol barrel probing inside her colon, Adele at first hesitantly, but then willingly did what they wanted her to do, and gave up her soul. Aware that the college girls wanted to experience. The nuances of the atrocity they required of her, Adele gave them exactly what they wanted.

She took more than ten minutes to complete her perverse task, fucking into, slicing and dicing the internal gonads of the violently bucking and hysterically screaming Kim. Before she was finished, she was sheathed in a sheet of sprayed blood from the base of her breasts to her knees.

The padded quilt was completely inadequate to protect the plush gold-colored carpet from the blood. The expensive flooring was as ruined as the carcass of the woman who had provided all that blood from her grossly violated cunt as she was demolished inside. The expensive floor covering would have to be replaced. The bitch Kim could not be, but who cared about that?

In a city the size of Houston beautiful classy women were as common and easy to obtain as the most common prostitutes, and these college girls knew whores were only for men and the lower middle class. They had no doubt that women of standing were much more satisfying,to snuff, and had selected two.

When the girls had released Kim’s arms and legs because of the slippery blood-slick and the strength of her struggles had faded, Adele continued the destructive fucking motion, because she was getting into it, bucking her hips forward until she had actually cut through the pelvic bone and sliced open her associate’s belly right up to her sternum between her heaving tits.

She had given the bitch an absolutely gut-revealing Royal fuck! Kim was now fully opened, much like a pig in the back room of a butcher-shop, displaying her tight tangle of bitch-viscera. It was only when she at last stopped the compelling bucking motion and gathered herself from the heat of horror and passion that Adele noticed two of the young women, their panties moist from aggressive masturbation, had been busily photographing the heinously nasty action.

Adele felt a chill as she realized the serious implications of these young women possessing photos and video of her performing as she had just done. They could sell them to whomever they wanted to, or worse, post them on the Internet! The two young female photographers finished shooting and, lowering their cameras, smiled at Adele. They had her.

There would be no need to kill her, because it was fine that she knew who and where they were, and what mischief they were up to. They had photos of her willingly butchering the woman she had recruited as a partner. She was amazing, as she had given them more of a performance than they could ever have expected.

The two pretty teens with the cameras put them away, while most of the other girls had their hands under their clothing buried in their crotches, mindlessly masturbating their young vaginas at the gross obscenity of a beautiful educated woman performing such a gloriously degenerate act, for their education and amusement.

Adele rushed to the washroom and violently vomited. She had now made a huge leap in her career, having performed a shocking staged killing in front of an audience. This was the direction she had been taking longer than she knew, and she realized she had now made it as a fully qualified entertainment killer. She was certain her agent also knew about this.

From now on most of her shows in the fight ring would result in a death, taking her extreme fighting to a new level. She might also get some hit assignments, where she did more than just suck up a killer dude’s cock and crush his balls so that someone else could have the pleasure of popping him.

This was at last the thrill she had unknowingly pursued as she had advanced her experience as a professional cunt fighter. She now knew that her life depended on being the best killer cunt in her boss’s stable, and he had some gorgeous but wicked bad-ass bitches under his control.

From now on, in every event she must risk being killed herself. Her agent had advanced her into the big leagues. This was where the wheels met the road. With every new assignment, and she must accept them all, her life was on the line, and she could return as dead meat from any one of them! Adele had at last made the fucking big time!

THE END