Feature Writer: Regis
Feature Title: Cassandra 2
Published: 27.03.2023
Story Codes: Young, Gore, Slavery, Erotic Horror, WS, Scat
Synopsis: An epic of wild-assed, unbridled debauchery in the old west.
Cassandra 2
During their stay in St. Lewis, Duke identified the women and girls from the city he wanted to take with him as fresh female livestock, selecting most of the choice “Cunt meat on the hoof,” from the hallways of the city’s small university, and from an exclusive private finishing school for girls.
They had made a long list of prime young females ranging in age from ten to twenty-four. He selected carefully, picking only the most attractive, fit females for the stock he was assembling. Duke had then made plans to procure the lovely creatures with the minimum of trouble.
Cassandra proved to be a smart and capable yet fresh country girl. She was on her own for the first time, and although a gifted student, she was also out for a good time. Best of all, she knew the true value of her impressive physical assets, and how to capitalize on them. Duke used her as a collector, and by promising her an ample cash reward, got her to assist him in painlessly collecting the numerous females identified as desirable for his enterprise.
None of the people at the university knew how she earned her extra money, and none of them suspected the kind of work she did across the tracks in the bar near the mammoth stockyards. She had established a good reputation in her studies, and she dressed well, so it was believed she had wealthy parents. Who could have guessed the comely cunt made her money as a working whore?
Both of these benefits earned her respect, which positioned her to repay her debt to Duke in the most meaningful way. She persuaded those young women he had selected as stock to join in a brief but secret adventure. She believed that was what was being offered to the girls, and accepted the invitation herself.
On the day of departure, six of wranglers staged a lightning raid on the exclusive private girl’s finishing school. They boldly walked in, lined the girls and their teachers up, and inspected them. They forced the teenage girls and young women to slip down their panties, lift their dresses, and bend over, so that their fully displayed cunnies and rectums could be carefully examined.
From the eight classrooms they selected sixty young girls and five of their young teachers. They spent more than an hour raping and then cleanly slitting the throats of the seventy rejects. Then they loaded their bound and gagged sex prizes aboard a row of covered wagons. As they left, they torched the three buildings, which would delay and confuse an kind of investigation.
The secret ranch retreat had been operating for three years, and each year Duke made the cattle drive into an opportunity to procure fresh female stock for the clandestine organization. With total secrecy, Duke and his wranglers left St. Louis with five wagons loaded with a cargo of live cunt meat. This was a precious load of beautiful young women, teens and pretty female children, all prime bitch on the hoof.
In the first large covered wagon were twenty young army wives, who believed they were going to see their husbands before the men left on a long assignment on the Mexican border. The second wagon contained a stable of twenty-three gorgeous young women from the university who believed they were setting off on a high adventure.
This belief would be realized beyond the scope of their most terrifying nightmares. Next in line was the large covered wagon with its precious cargo of darling eighteen year old girls from the finishing school. All of the occupants of this wagon remained bound and gagged, to make the trip easier for the wranglers.
The girls and women riding in the wagons ahead believed that rear wagons in the small convoy were filled with provisions and equipment for the camp they would occupy. In fact, four wagons of provisions had departed for the secret ranch three days earlier.
Bringing up the rear were two covered wagons known as prairie schooners, filled to the brim with bound and gagged youngsters from the schools, accompanied by their similarly bound and gagged teachers. Duke was pleased with the large cargo of cunts he had assembled. The ranch would be active throughout the winter with these ladies and girls to entertain the owners.
The ladies and girls were surprised when the wagon came at last to the edge of the recessed valley. There had been no sign of it as they had approached it; it had looked like another large draw or dry gulch. Instead they saw a flat bottomed valley that at this point was nearly half a mile wide.
Set in the middle of it was an unusually large rambling ranch house with a second floor above the first, a couple of large stock barns, some smaller outbuildings which could provide accommodation for hired hands, and three large corrals.
The gate they passed under had a large DH brand on either end, and in the middle was the name DEVIL’S HAVEN. A dozen young grinning wranglers rode out to meet them, and made obscene remarks about the fine quality of the females that had been procured.
The proper young women were shocked at the remarks, but what was said gave them a terrifying chill as they realized the horrible deception that had brought them out here onto the prairie, far from the security of the city. The new bitch stock had arrived. The ranch now had a fresh supply of cunts.
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Cassandra, nearly seventy other young women, and the sixty schoolgirls were put into a large bunkhouse where they would spend the rest of their lives, as short as those may prove to be. During the day were kept naked in an open corral, near the corral in which the horses were kept.
The had little relief from the blazing sun. They were guarded by wranglers armed with long woman-whips, and the vicious sting of the lash effectively kept them under control. The wealthy ranchers had long ago discovered that the whip was the most efficient tool for effective bitch control, and they had easily mastered both the vicious weapon and the cunts they took captive.
Not all of the captive females had come to the secret ranch retreat with the last raiding party. Five of the women had been in this remote camp for nearly two years, having somehow avoided becoming involved in the more deadly sports that were featured here. The captive women were not allowed to go out of the corral to use the outhouses used by the wranglers, but were told instead to make use of the numerous gopher holes to piss and shit into when they had to defecate.
The captive females were fed well by the boys in the cookhouse, and once a month when the vet came to check health of the horses, he also looked over the women. His visit occurred at the end of the third week after the arrival of this year’s batch of captive cunts, and the old vet found that Cassandra’s beautiful vagina had healed up perfectly from the cruel glass slashes from the broken bottle trick.
All of the girls in the herd of human mares were declared healthy and fit, and the vet proposed that to keep them that way, they be chased out in the open, forced to run over the rolling hills covered only with the prairie’s dry grasses, kept in a constant state of stark panic by the rugged men on horseback.
Every morning the women and girls started their day by being stampeded by the wranglers, herded by the mounted ranch hands as if they were cattle. This forced exercise and the excellent nutrition they received from the boys in the cookhouse kept the naked human female stock in prime condition.
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Cassandra stood in the hot sun on the back of the fallen buffalo out on the open prairie, displaying her voluptuous body to these wealthy horsemen. She spread her shapely knees and shamelessly masturbated for them, stimulating her clit so that it rose out of its fleshy hood, and rubbing up her full vagina lips until she produced a glistening lather of her orgasm.
She did not yet fully grasp her relationship to them, but clearly understood what was expected of her. This was really a weird situation, but the daring ranch girl found it exciting. They were a full day’s ride away from the nearest ranch, and this cunt hunt had taken them more than an hour from the secret retreat buildings in the bottom of the hidden small valley.
Here on the open prairie, with its incredible spread of grasslands and gently rolling hills the wealthy ranchers had total control of their captive girls and young women, and Cassandra knew and fully accepted that they required her to do outrageous things. She was definitely not in charge.
The spear she had used for the kill stood up out of the animal’s neck, and now that her sex meat was fully moistened, she thrust her cunt onto the end of the jutting shaft, using it as an obscene dildo. The ranchers watched in satisfaction the display of erotic servitude, and knew that in Cassandra they had themselves a winner.
She humped and ground her hips in erotic action, bringing on a string of eruptive orgasms, which were real erotic discharge of her high sexual energy, including everything but ejaculation, for the delight of her all-male audience. This remarkable university student and part-time prostitute was clearly the best cowgirl they had ever found, and the gorgeous cunt was getting better with each event.
She had actually volunteered to train the other girls for this wild buffalo hunt, and when one girl had got ahead and fallen from her mount, she had purposefully run her galloping horse over the downed nude as a true competitor, intentionally trampling the downed beautiful girl to death with the hooves of her horse rather than lose ground on the buffalo.
The horses of the girls following her also trampled across the fallen nude, but she was likely dead before they got their hooves onto her. It was Cassandra’s mount that hit her first, and the fast horse had got her naked body with all four hooves as it charged after the herd of stampeding buffalo.
These rich beef barons had developed this club with its secret ranch for the sole purpose of satisfying and acting out their outlandishly bizarre violent sexual fantasies. Duke was the one who had brought these men together, and had dared them into forming the atrocious association they now enjoyed.
Their group had, for the past five years, procured gorgeous women and beautiful young girls from far afield, bringing them across the barren prairie to this remote virgin location where had enslaved them, to utilize their bodies in their violent sexual events.
They had started with just four captive ladies, and had sexually abused them throughout the first year, until the increasingly violent abuse had been too much for the cunts, and three of them had died during a single evening of excitingly brutal sexual excesses.
The next year they had brought twenty cunts to the ranch, which at the time consisted of only a barn and a crude log cabin, as involuntary guests, and planned for the death of at least one of them in each of their several weekend visits for gross sexual debauchery. The pattern was set.
For their third season they included in the larger herd of captive bitches a number of fourteen to seventeen-year-old schoolgirls. These young but fully developed cunts had at first been brought out to the ranch to be erotic servants, and they always worked nude, their groins shaved clean, as all the women were required to appear.
When one of these pretty teenage gems required punishment one weekend, the group of wealth cattlemen agreed that abusing the younger girls was an equally rewarding experience, and from that time onward they had ensured that girls as well as women were selected and well represented in the annual cunt gathering excursions into the big cities.
The special females that they gathered had both willingly and unwillingly participated in events, which began as erotic but which, by design, turned to severe sexual violence. These were varied performances, mostly designed by Duke, in which the female participants were humiliated, raped, beaten and always somehow tortured.
They were required to perform obscene and often disgusting acts for the entertainment of their wealthy male patrons and masters. They were effectively reduced to the role of sex animals, and they all knew that every time they were called upon to perform in a bizarre sexual event, their very lives were in danger.
It did not pay for the girls to get sick. During the winter the vet had come to visit and found five of the ladies had caught bad colds. Three of the university students, a schoolgirl and her twenty-five year old teacher were coughing, sniffling, and had noticeable fevers.
He told the startled wranglers to give them their regular summer exercise, without protective clothing. He assured them running nude through the snow would make the well in half the normal time. They doubted it, but decided to test his unusual hypothesis.
The men chased the unfortunate bitches on horseback, and forced to run naked through the snow for nearly an hour. This ensured the lovely young ladies would not get over the colds before the next event, planned for a few days hence. When the ranchers came out to the ranch to enjoy their regular winter games, the women’s colds were of course much worse, and three of the girls had developed pneumonia.
The vet had no interest in curing them, as he knew that these five were not going to live long under any circumstances. He gave them a triple shot of whisky, forcing them to take the burning liquid down, knowing it would reduce their symptoms enough that the men would not be distracted by the cunts acting sickly.
Great rows of clear icicles hung from the eves outside the main building. Duke broke off several and forced the five fevered ladies to sit naked on the floor before a roaring fire in the huge stone fireplace, their lovely legs widespread, and masturbate with the long and thick spears of ice.
He was not satisfied until the five nudes had melted the entire length of the massive projectiles in their wombs. When the men were satisfied that the cunts were fully chilled, a second set of the monstrous icicles was brought in, and the girls were forced to sit on them, forcing the thick points and cold shafts up into their tight rectums.
The mistreated nudes sobbed in their humiliation and agony, but knew better than to resist the horrible instructions. The pretty eleven year old, one of the smallest of all the captive schoolgirls, had the greatest distress because of the extra large icicle she was given and the diminutive size of her pretty tight little anus.
The men were delighted with her demonstrated misery and endless sobbing. The pretty naked girl screamed as her weight forced the thick shaft too deep into her, with the slick ice sliding easily into her, its massive breadth rupturing the tight ring of her sphincter.
Once the ice posts were in place, their coldness began to ease the pain of their monstrously stretched rectums, and puddles of water formed as the ice inside the vulnerable ladies gradually melted. The successful cattlemen sat back in their comfortable leather chairs, sipping their steaming coffee laced with whisky as the naked ladies sat shivering on the floor in the growing puddles of cold water, quivering and sneezing in their distress.
Now it was time for the evening of debauchery to get more interesting. A pair of stout ropes was thrown over one of the high ceiling beams. One end of each rope was tied into a noose, and the other end was tied off to vertical support beams. They were about to test the ladies’ ability to handle strangulation by their own weight.
Duke announced to the group of men seated around in their comfortable leather chairs that the first two young ladies who balked at the next exercise would be hung from these ropes. All five of the fevered cunts were suddenly eager to participate in the mysterious event.
Duke pulled out his 45, shook out the bullets from the revolving cylinder, and handed the pistol and one of the bullets to the oldest of the naked females, the attractive twenty-five year old teacher. He told her to put the bullet into one of the chambers, and after two tries, she was successful.
Now he instructed the diminutive eleven-year-old girl, one of the woman’s pupils, to move onto her hands and knees. When the child was in position, he told her teacher to spin the revolver, and then thrust the barrel of the gun into the naked girl’s anus.
They were going to play a novel variation of the game popularized in the courts of the Czar or Russia. Russian Roulette had been talked about with horror, but had never become popular in America the way it had become a popular sport for desperate aristocrats willing to gamble their lives in Czarist Russia.
The nude teacher was shaking as she did as she was told, and the young student screamed with the insertion of the barrel through her ruptured little rectum, which was still cold from the large icicle it had melted. She felt as if she had to evacuate, and her lively anus alternately gripped the stout barrel and then spread as her colon heaved, attempting to eject the foreign object by shitting it out.
Duke showed the young teacher how to pull back the heavy hammer, then how to squeeze on the stiff trigger. She screamed, looked up at the pair of dangling nooses, and did exactly as she was told. She had seen enough raw merciless violence to the captive women since she had arrived at this incredible retreat to be fully convinced these evil men meant business.
It was going to be her or the young girl who would be hanged. She knew she would unlikely escape this terrible place, and that if she did she could never return to her job, but would be forced to flee to another part of the country. There was no chance she would ever see this pretty young girl’s parents again, and she was not ready to die herself. There was in her eyes only one option.
The trembling teacher squeezed her eyes tightly closed, and pulled on the trigger. The big gun was not made for such a delicate hand, and she had to pull hard. At last the hammer slammed down with a snap. It had struck an empty chamber. The naked teacher sat on the floor, her knees spread and shaking, and she began to sob.
She had jerked the gun out of the girl’s anus, and the raised sight on the barrel tore the anal skin so that the pretty pink rectal orifice of the girl began to bleed. Now duke told the woman to get onto her hands and knees, and she screamed hysterically. Their roles were now reversed, and her pack of intestines would be the target.
The other girls followed her vocal lead when they saw this incredible contest of luck and nerves was going to continue. Duke looked over to the dangling nooses, and getting the message, she got onto her hands and knees. He handed the young girl the big gun, and she willingly moved behind her beautiful kneeling teacher.
The student was bent on revenge, and knew exactly what the men wanted her to do. Sobbing, the girl eagerly pressed the cold steel against the exposed anus of her teacher, and pushed hard with both hands on the big pistol grip, thrusting the cold steel hard against the puckered core of her teacher’s bum until it burst through.
The cold steel of the barrel ran deep into the young woman’s colon. Duke had to remind the shaking eleven year old to spin the revolver, which she quickly did. The kneeling teacher was shaking uncontrollably, realizing that her life may be over in a violent blast of the gun in the next few seconds.
The girl had to use both thumbs to pull back the big gun’s hammer, and both index fingers on the stiff trigger to release the powerful spring. Suddenly the heavy hammer slammed downward, and snapped home, striking another empty chamber. The teacher had got a reprieve.
Without being told, the girl got onto her hands and knees, leaving the gun in the firm grip of her teacher’s rectum, sticking out obscenely between the spread round buttocks. The child knew there were five chances in six she would survive the next round, and then she would get another chance to get revenge on her teacher for hurting her with than gun in her anus.
The teacher was less reluctant to act this time. The reality of being so vulnerable to deadly violence made all the difference on the world to her attitude. Bending forward, she grasped the handle of the heavy pistol lodged in her colon and gingerly pulled it free. The icicle had not entirely cleaned out her colon, and there was a brown smear along the barrel.
Ignoring the smelly stain, she spun the big cylinder resolutely. She jabbed the weapon into the tight anus of the kneeling girl, being careful to hurt her as the front site burst through the student’s tight anus. It was the only control she had in this bizarre situation, so she thrust the gun in as deep as she could, pressing the front of the revolver against the small spread buttocks, and cocked the hammer.
She demonstrated that she was a quick learner. There were no acceptable options open to her, so without hesitation, she pulled the trigger. The men sat forward in their chairs, more interested now as the even developed the way they knew it would. This beautiful young teacher was a good choice by Duke. She was a cocky slut, the kind they loved for their entertainments. He always selected good women.
The teacher screamed as the hammer struck against another empty chamber. Now she would have to face another attempt on her life by her young student. The beautiful young woman was trembling and sobbing continuously now as she got once more onto her hands and knees.
She knew exactly what to do. She had no choice in the matter. She thrust her buttocks, spreading them to ease the discomfort of the debasing thrusting of the barrel into her rectum. This erotic looking action slightly spread her anus, and the young girl eagerly rammed the gun home.
The lithe student spun the gun’s revolving cylinder, and cocked the heavy action of the hammer using both of her thumbs. She was delighted to have this kind of power over a teacher, even knowing the severe consequences to the deadly game of chance.
She laughed hysterically as she pulled on the trigger with both hands. Once more, the beautiful nature of the bizarre event lay in the gross terror and hysteria it generated in the two naked female participants, rather than from the lethal sport’s violent payoff. That part was still to come. The hammer struck another empty chamber.
The teacher threw her head back and screeched in relief. She reached back between her spread legs and jerked the gun out of her anus, and made a show of spinning the cylinder. As the eleven year old assumed the kneeling position, the teacher coughed and wheezed from her pneumonia, and using the distraction of movement, found the chamber with the bullet and quietly moved it behind the barrel. She was not going to lose this aberrant sex contest to this sniveling little student, even if it came to cheating.
The men smiled at Duke. The young girl was already on her hands and knees, awaiting the inevitable insertion of the pistol into her fundament, and did not see the young woman’s move, but the alert ranchers had not missed it. Unless bad luck put the bullet into the barrel too early in the contest, it always came to this.
It was a part of the game they loved, seeing which of the contestants would break the other’s trust first. Duke had told them that if the contest went beyond two moves each, one of them was likely to be driven to the point she would commit deliberate murder under the pressure.
They had doubted him, but he had proven right again. They knew that with that seed planted in therir minds, if the teacher held firm to honor, the girl would have cheated on the next move. They also knew that such a possibility was now a moot point, as the child was not going to survive this turn.
Two wranglers stood by, ready with their guns, in case the desperate nude bitch got the idea she could shoot one of the men rather than the kneeling girl. The woman was shaking so badly that she had to use both hands to position the muzzle of the pistol against the offered anus between the spread buttocks of the kneeling youngster.
She sat down between the girl’s feet, her legs spread on either side of the girl, and braced herself for the heavy discharge of the large gun. What she had not anticipated was the discharge of blood from the girl’s anus, vagina, mouth, nose, and ears as the large spreading slug ripped up through her slender naked torso.
What delighted the men was that the force of the powerful blast blew the girl’s eyes out of their sockets. The student was dead instantly, with all of her internal plumbing ripped apart by the big slug that had so brutally torn through her to end the exciting game.
The girl’s body had leapt into the air by the spasm of her legs as the slug blasted into her. The men’s penises were not only fully erect, but those that were not openly ejaculating were dribbling pre-ejaculation fluid, demonstrating that the bizarre event was interesting them, and had brought them some level of satisfaction.
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The teacher collapsed from the strain of the event. She lay on the floor, limbs akimbo, weeping in shock at the inhuman violence she had just committed. The other three girls, all pretty university students, pissed great splashing hot sprays of urine onto the hardwood floor, triggered by from the stark violence of the killing of the eleven year old schoolgirl they had just witnessed.
They all now fully grasped the true seriousness of their situation, and understood the likelihood that they would also be brutally murdered before the evening’s radical recreation was over. Two of the three students were tall and slender, while the third was short and somewhat stocky, but with a slender hourglass waist.
All three of them were athletic, and also had healthy bladders, attested to by their fear-piss they one-by-one released, to the amusement of the ranchers, in spray which now flooded the floor around their bare feet. They had long been housebroken, but not to the degree they could contain their discharge of urine under such extreme duress.
A house boy with a mop cleaned up the warm amber girl-piss as Duke stood over the squatting girls and handed the stocky girl the bloodied and shit-smeared pistol and a bullet. As she loaded the bullet into the weapon, he instructed one of the other two, the blonde, to spread her legs and lean back.
The girl screamed her refusal, and in an instant he stood the bitch up and had a noose over her neck. He cinched it tight, and left her hands free, knowing she did not have the strength to untie the firm knots in the stout rope. He pulled her up until she was forced to stand on the very points of her tiptoes.
In this desperate situation her feet were severely and painfully arched to take any of her weight she could, off the rope on her neck. The rope would not stretch. She had an ideal view of the proceedings, and because she did not have the strength to support herself indefinitely on her tiptoes, she was doomed to die of strangulation before the evening was over.
To give her a taste of her brief but eventful future, he kicked her feet out from under her, causing her to swing wildly by her neck. She grabbed desperately with her hands at the rope, attempting to take the strain off her neck, then made the mistake of kicking her legs, increasing the stress on her slender neck.
At the same time, her legs reached desperately for the floor, her toes straining to reach down to make even the slightest contact. She finally got the tips of her toes to drag on the floor and slow her swinging, then was able to take more than half her weight onto her reaching toes, slightly relieving the monstrous choking by the tight noose gripping her long slender neck.
The question was, how long would it take for her feet to cramp in their severely extended position, causing them to fail to give her the necessary support, allowing her to strangle to death. Her legs were strong, showing their muscle and sinew under the severe strain. Her toes were not so powerful.
She had beautiful feet, displayed at their best in the struggle to provide some support, with the muscles and tendons stretched to the limit. Even her firm breasts appeared to join in the action, pointing as she struggled to hold the position that put the least pressure on her restricted throat. She was a beautiful sight, and her gradual hanging and death would be a picture to remember.
The remaining girl quickly assumed the position, on her back and resting on her shoulders, with her hips raised, her knees spread, and her fully bloomed sex organ offered willingly to the murderous weapon. She understood that she had at least a fifty-fifty chance with the gun.
The other consideration that gave her the gumption to proceed was that if she lost, her death would be immediate, and she would know nothing of it. Beyond that, she would be forever out of the grasp of these evil ranchers. Without a second of hesitation, the short girl thrust the muzzle of the gun deep into the moist cunt offered to her until she could feel its warmth against her hands, and pulled the trigger.
The explosion was deafening. While the blonde bitch was being strung up on the rope, the stocky girl had moved the bullet into position behind the barrel to ensure she would survive, as she had seen the teacher do. The large slug ripped up through the blonde girl’s body, causing her to buck sensationally, if briefly. As she had anticipated, the blonde girl was sudden dead meat. She made a beautiful carcass.
Duke gave the two cheaters, the teacher and the short girl, the option of gambling with surviving the gun or the certainty of the rope. To illustrate the point, he once more kicked the feet out from under the strung up bitch. She swung wildly, gurgling as her face turned dark from the strangulation.
She managed at last to get her toes back onto the floor, but her respite was brief. Duke shortened the rope and tied it off, raising her just three inches so that she could no longer touch the floor. She was doomed, and knew it, but still the game cunt struggled, putting on a show for the ranchers.
She grasped desperately at the tight rope with her arms, but did not have the strength to give herself much relief. He swung her again, adding entertainment value for the men enjoying the sexual specialty. The empty noose on the other rope dangled invitingly beside her, and the other two lovelies readily chose the gun.
Duke brought forward a pair of sawed off shotguns, with sixteen inch barrels. The eyes of the two bitches bulged in disbelief. These were incredible weapons, capable of blasting them in half. On the other hand, dead was dead, and it would certainly be quick.
Each of the cunts still held the faint hope that she might be the one to survive. Duke told the girls that one of the two guns was loaded, and to take their pick. The pair of terrifying guns appeared to be identical, so the teacher picked one and the short girl the other, with no argument.
Duke moved the ladies ten feet apart, then sat them on the floor, facing each other. He instructed them to lie back, and to raise their hips, presenting their cunts to each other. They did as they were told, allowing him to load their moist vaginas with the heinous weapons.
He thrust the stout gun barrels in deep, so that they were fully supported in the grip of the ladies’ cunts. The girls looked bizarre, lying on their backs, thrusting their hips forward with the enormous and deadly gun butts jutting between their spread legs. Both were sobbing, nearly delirious with fever and hysteria.
Duke handed each of them a string tied to the trigger of the gun in the other’s cunt. He put the destiny of each girl in the other’s hands. The face of the blonde hanging by her neck was now turning purple, her eyes bulged, and her gums were bleeding. She once more kicked briefly in her total state of desperation, and then the beautiful young woman, as she was strangling to death, lost all control.
Her rectum opened as her kicking diminished, and she dirtied herself. Firm dark stools dropped from her loose anus, while a stream of her urine spurted from between her legs. She trembled violently, quivered, then was still. The attractive young college bitch was dead by strangulation, hanged.
The men returned their attention to the two young women on the floor, holding the matched shotguns in their gripping cunts. Duke told them to get ready, and to pull the strings whenever they liked, after his signal. Both of the beauties visibly tensed, and glued their eyes to the big cattleman who had arranged their capture.
They realized that if the gun in their womb was the one that was loaded, it wouldn’t matter how long it took them to pull the string, they would lose anyway. In the short evening of entertainment, Duke had successfully turned both of them into murderers. He knew they would not hesitate to pull the strings as soon as the signal was given.
Duke held his right hand high, with his handkerchief held firmly in its grip. Suddenly he dropped his hand. Within half a second there were two thunderous reports. Both guns, not just one, discharged. The ladies’ bellies swelled as the vicious beads of lead shot ripped through them, expanding them with such force that both the slender waisted young women were blasted cleanly in half.
Their upper halves ripped off and were blown away by the incredible force of the 12 gage shot driven by a super-load of gunpowder. One of the men asked Duke if he hadn’t told the girls only one of the guns was loaded. Duke answered with a twinkle in his eye that he had indeed mentioned one gun being loaded, but he had not mentioned the other gun at all.
Besides, it seemed consummately fair to cheat cheaters. The men were laughing as the vet came in, having tended to the horses. The burly animal doctor looked at the five gorgeous bitch carcasses, and commented on how quickly and effectively the ranchers had cured the young ladies’ colds.
The men had prepared a postmortem award for the best performance by a human pussy. It consisted of a red flag tied to the end of a long pointed steel shaft. They awarded the peculiar prize to the 11-year-old student, for her aggressive participation.
They recognized her willingness to take on her adult teacher in the odd and deadly game of chance. Duke thrust the steel shaft into the chest of the slender girl’s naked body, as a tribute to her fortitude. Her pretty carcass was a fine acknowledgment to the evening’s brutal event. The men left cleanup to the four houseboys as they made their way to bed.
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At three in the morning, one of the cooks sneaked warm clothes, capes and boots out to the female bunkhouse. He awakened three of the girls, got them into the flannel shirts, jeans, jackets, boots and capes, and released them, pointing them in the direction to the nearest town. He did not mention that the town was more than eight days distance by foot.
The three quietly left the barn, and taking advantage of a full moon, moved away from the When the ranchers got up, they sat down to a hearty breakfast, and then moved out to the stables, where their horses had been saddled and bridled. The men mounted, and armed with their light coyote hunting rifles and with long whips, they set out after the escaped women, easily following their trail through the foot-deep snow.
The men were in no hurry, as the women had no place to hide out on the open prairie, and they knew well that the anticipation was easily as satisfying as the capture. There were some cuts and draws, and a few rolling hills, but no real cover, and the girls had to leave deep tracks as they waded their way through the deep snow. They would be easy but very interesting pickings, and the men were looking forward to an appealing and entertaining morning of bitch hunting.
Three hours out they spotted them. The girls were crossing a hill, and they were just dark spots. As the men had expected, the three inexperienced girls had been moving in a long sweeping curved path, moving consistently to their right, following the movement of the moon across the sky.
If they were allowed to continue unhampered for a couple of days, they girls would likely eventually come back up to the camp. Although that would be very amusing, it was not what the ranchers had in mind. The men had something much more appealing in mind.
The girls were so busy arguing as they pushed through the snow they did not see the mounted men until the horses had moved within a couple of hundred yards of them. The young women split up in panic, and in less than ten minutes, the three beautiful young bitches were rounded up and brought together.
The mounted men began the new ordeal by commanding the girls to return the stolen clothing. The expected objections were met with the unstrapped the vicious whips from their saddles. In seconds the girls had removed the capes and were striping off the shirts and jeans.
Although they had been warm in the protective clothing, the girls were now shivering as they were forced to go naked in the frozen snow. The men moved their horses into a large circle around the delicious nudes, and then they uncurled their long whips. One by one, they lashed out at the freezing bitch meat, warming the girls up.
The horsemen showed their skill with the whips as they blasted the bitches on the backs, buttocks, bellies, tits and cunts at will. A brutal stinging lash across the back would force a girl to leap into the air, and as she flew three more well placed blows would strike her exposed sex organs.
As they raised angry red welts, they were careful not to break the skin. It was too early in the game to draw blood. The three hysterically screaming bitches’ blood would flow in abundance later. For now the ranchers were happy to just hurt their erotic human livestock. These lovely young cunts, with their big boobs bouncing furiously to the lash of the vicious whips, were made for hurting, and these experienced cattlemen were experts at hurting women.
They liberally laced the flesh of the lovely leaping and screaming nudes, and besides laying a crisscross pattern of angry raised welts over most of their naked meat, the snapping tips of the whips had stung the girl’s erect nipples and swelled out their pouting cunts. To the three captive girls it was not pretty – to the men it was beautiful.
The vet had come along for the enjoyment of the hunt, and he suggested that if they continued with the violent whipping, the girls would soon start to fade. The men curled up their whips, lashed them to their saddles, and without any additional encouragement, the girls ran off through the snow, with a desperate attempt at escape their only goal.
The horsemen fanned out, but kept no more than a hundred yards from the running nudes, flanking them, which kept the hysterical freezing cunts running in the same general direction. When the women were lined up and slowed by having to wade through the deep snow, the men drew their rifles, and the three nude young women screamed out in their anguish.
At this distance the group of twenty mounted marksmen could play with the beautiful running nudes all day, nicking them and causing them extreme anguish and pain, showing bloody leaks all over their bodies, without bringing them down, if that was what they wanted to do.
Duke took the first shot, nicking the bare buttock of one of the girls. She and the others screamed, mostly in disbelief that the men were actually shooting at them. The bullet had cut a clean shallow trough through the ample meat of the girl’s bare ass, and it stung her like a hot brand.
A tiny spurt of her blood sprayed onto the snow as she ran, marking her trail as if she were actually wounded. The effect on their output of energy was startling. The three bitches doubled their speed, and the horses easily adjusted to keep the riders close. The next shot came from the other flank, and caught one of the other two running bitches on the under side of her big bouncing breast.
The large mammary was slammed up against her shoulder with the impact of the slug, but the damage was about the same as the other girl had taken on her ass: a furrow thought the skin and the upper layer of meat. She also sustained a burn mark where the bullet had skimmed the lower edge of her forearm.
Now the second girl was also trickling her blood into the snow, leaving a light crimson sprinkle as she ran. There was nowhere safe for her to run. There was no doubt in the minds of the hunters that the flow of fresh blood from the naked human game would increase, not decrease.
The men watched her run, flinging her legs and arms desperately, her vulva fully visible between her legs as she leaned forward in her desperate dash for safety and freedom. Neither were within her reach. She was too valuable as a running target for their ready rifles, and they were not about to let any of these beautiful young cunts escape.
When they staged a hunt like this, the men might play with their quarry for hours, but never gave the women even the slightest chance of success in their hopeless flight. The third girl took one of the steel nosed slugs right through her breast, leaving a clean entry wound and a small jagged exit wound.
The men were getting the excitement they had hoped for from the chase, and from seeing the highly erotic sight of the naked girls bleeding from the fresh gunshot wounds as they ran through the sun-lit snow. The brilliant contrast of the bright red blood on the sparkling white snow was striking. These rugged ranchers had often chased deer across the snow covered plains as they had hunted fresh meat for their families.
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Now the wealthy men were hunting for the pure sexual pleasure of the chase and the kill. They knew their enjoyment would be heightened by three factors: by the use of human game; by elevating the terror and horror for the three naked hostages; and by prolonging the bizarre cruel chase. That was exactly what they were doing. At this point the rest of the men got directly involved in the murderous cunt hunt.
They took their time, each taking three or four shots at each of the hysterically screaming running bitches. They took turns in rotation, being careful to just nick the flesh, or put their bullets through the soft female extremities, where they produced entertaining damage without dealing a lethal shot. They also the took time to enjoy each shot before putting another into one of the three adrenaline-charged sex targets.
When the men had emptied their clips into the girls, they stopped to reload, letting the girls run on ahead. All three of the naked young ladies were now leaving bloody trails as they bolted through the foot-deep snow. The were moving up a gentle but steady rise that opened onto an elevated plain.
Up there the men knew the naked cunts would run into large snowdrifts, that would give them no protection, but would definitely slow them down, causing them to waste energy wading through the waist-deep drifts, which were like static waves of snow.
Duke reached into his saddle bags and provided each of the men with a box of special hollow nosed shells. Unlike the steel jacketed slugs which bored neat holes right through tender bitch meat, these had holes dimpled into their tip. They would begin to expand as soon as they struck the tender meat of the ladies, and would rip gaping holes through the succulent female meat.
These were killer shells, the notorious and outlawed dum dums. With good marksmanship and timing, the young ladies’ blood would decorate the snows over a large portion of that elevated plain before the exciting and devastating cunt hunt was completed.
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The chuck wagon which had followed them had arrived shortly after they had started the first round of shooting, and now the coffee was ready, so they put off the chase to rest up. The cook had brought along a couple of bottles of brandy, which they liberally laced through their coffee, and in fifteen minutes the cunt hunters were feeling refreshed. They remounted their horses, and headed toward the parallel bloody trails left by the wounded women, leading up the gentle slope.
When they came over the brow of the hill, they saw one of the injured girls had fallen, and was leaving more blood in the snow than the others. When she saw the horsemen coming, she leapt to her feet. The men quickly saw that she was losing a great deal of blood. She was not yet critical, but by her condition, she had nominated herself as the first target in this new round of the deadly cunt hunt.
The horsemen moved closer to her, and from the range of sixty feet, they were able to pick at her at will. Again Duke took the first shot, and put a slug into the side of her breast. A spray of blood and strands of tit meat flew out the other side, totally devastating the large mammary. She spun around, and a second slug blew off her right arm, above the elbow.
She fell, face first, into a snowdrift. She kicked her gorgeous legs, and one of the men picked off her moving leg, hitting it dead center above the ankle, and her severed foot spun off into the air. The amazing bitch lifted her ass in the air, trying desperately to get back up. She was a truly remarkable specimen. Duke had picked these prime college cunts well.
The next marksman took full advantage of the raised target, and hit a bull’s-eye in her exposed anus. The slug with its filed nose hit her rectum at an angle, spread as it tore across inside her, and it loosened her hip. A second shot from the same angle hit her moving anus, and the double exposure to the traumatic violence was too much for the limb, and the hip and leg was totally severed.
She rolled onto her back, and seeing the severe loss of blood and shock was likely to take her quickly, one of the men gut-shot the pretty bitch, which caused her to sit up, her eyes bulging in disbelief at the violence being wrecked on her. The mounted men moved quickly in her, and Duke moved his large steed directly over her.
She looked up into the barrel of his rifle, pointed between her eyes, and saw his finger tighten on the trigger. She saw the muzzle turn to flame, but felt nothing of the big slug smashing into her forehead, because it ripped apart her brain, and at the point that it hit the back of her skull, its force was so great that it jerked her head right off her neck, throwing it back into the soft snow.
A wrangler got a rope around the dead girl’s remaining ankle and tied the other end onto a pack saddle on a pack horse. The headless carcass of the bitch would be dragged home through the snow. They had no need for it, but thought it would complete their hunt to bring home their quarry.
Her meat would serve as food for the dogs. The ranchmen had moved off after the other two bitches. The girls had stopped their retreat to watch, frozen in stark horror, the brutal sex-killing of their ill-fated companion. Now they turned tail and moved away again, motivated by panic.
They were both suffering from hypothermia from the cold and the violence they had witnessed. As the men began to chase them again, they both exerted themselves so much that they worked up a sweat, stoking their internal furnaces, and were not in immediate danger of freezing. In fact the hunt was about to heat up for both of them.
The horsemen ran their horses in a large circle around the two nude girls, and then slowly tightened the circle. One of the men lined up a perfect tit shot, and blew a large hole in a big bouncing breast. Another got a shot across an ass, ripping a great chunk of bitch steak off the other girl’s buttock.
The impact of the blast spun her around, but amazingly, the cunt stayed on her feet. She attempted to run, and as she bolted forward, a shot from the side came up on one of her big bouncing breasts, and the struck mammary virtually exploded. She hit the ground hard, and then immediately rebounded, springing up in a raging anger.
The naked and severely wounded cunt showed incredible spunk, and was roaring like a tiger. Duke signaled with his gun, and in an instant all of the rifles were leveled at her. They were going to finish the wounded bitch with a group gut shot. And that was exactly what happened.
All twenty rifles discharged in the space of two seconds, and the results were as spectacular as they were devastating to the young college girl. The blasting dum dum bullets ripped her cleanly in half, blowing her spinning into the air like a torn rag doll. Instead of the flannel stuffing that a rag doll would leak, her entrails and jetting sprays of blood laced out from the revolving parts.
When she hit her apex, Duke once more exhibited his marksmanship as he hit her squarely in her pretty face, and her head exploded as her fat breast had done just moments earlier. The wrangler with the pack horse and ropes dragging the carcass of the first girl to be killed, moved over to the split carcass of the second bitch as the horsemen moved off after the third cunt.
That bitch was now far off, having run at full speed the moment the first girl had been killed. She had come upon a series of heavy drifts, and was not making much progress. Her bloody trail sparkled in the bright afternoon sun as she plowed, stark naked, through the deep drifts.
She looked back in terror as the men moved easily over the waves of snow on horseback. She turned and fell, landing on her back over a four foot-high ridge of snow, and the men were impressed at how this inadvertently struck posture presented her beautiful cunt to them.
The terror had proven to be too much for her, and the young college bitch’s mind had snapped. She was now totally deranged. She just lay there, her gorgeous legs spread wide, screaming and trembling uncontrollably. She was ready and posed for the ending they had planned for her: she was going to go out with a special Duke wanted to try.
As his horse stopped beside the prone girl, Duke drew a large hunting knife, leaned low, and thrust the big blade deep into the beautiful young girl’s protruding cunt. The guard at the join of handle to blade pressed against her tender cuntlips, so that only the eight inch long handle stuck out obscenely from the wild game girl’s stabbed pussy.
The horsemen drew their pistols, and one by one, started to shoot at the jutting knife handle sticking obscenely out of the girl’s spread cunt, like a big prick. Each shot was like a hammer blow. The blade inside her womb slapped, sliced, stung, and vibrated with each brutal blow of the slugs against the leather wrapped steel knife handle.
The rapidly coursing lead bullets fractured on impact, and the pieces cut into the flesh of the hysterically screaming captive bitch’s inner thighs and calves, ripping them as the tiny bits of metal punctured and embedded themselves in her tender leg-meat. This served as excellent target practice for the ranchers as well.
The lead fragments in her legs would prove to be very hard on the teeth and guts of any carrion that fed on the delectable young lady’s succulent carcass. The wrangler was retrieving only the major parts, and was leaving feet and even whole limbs behind to freeze in the snow, to be eaten by coyotes, gulls, and buzzards. Anything of the girls left behind would be food for the wild animals.
The knife in her womb was cutting the prone bitch up viciously inside, and at the same time, causing her incredible internal pain from the violent slaps of the bullets, and the following resonant vibration of the high quality steel. She gave the men a laugh when she finally shit herself from the incredible distress she was experiencing. Predictably, the beautiful young bitch’s hysteria was growing.
One of the men got a rope around one of her big breasts, and cinched it tight, ballooning the big mammary grotesquely. Duke reached down and retrieved his valuable knife from her womb. The handle required a fresh winding of cured leather, but the steel had otherwise survived the ordeal under gunfire. Bright crimson blood spurted from the bitch’s damaged cunt as the large blade came out of her.
Duke wiped the steel blade clean on a bandana, which he threw away once the cunt-warmed blade was once again spotless. Bitch blood was interesting to see in their rough games, but if left on the valuable metal, it could cause it to eventually rust, ruining it forever.
The men holstered their pistols and, satisfied with the situation, rode back to the chuck wagon for their lunch. The wrangler came up to the fallen girl, dragging behind the packhorse the remnants of the two girls killed. The third girl, still fully alive and suffering, had the rope from her breast tied to the saddle, and was dragged by her tortured tit beside the dead meat as a living carcass.
The wrangler set off slowly toward the club ranch, knowing the others would catch up to follow him before things got interesting. Duke and the other men were satisfied that the severely injured bitch would not live through the fifteen-mile trip, dragged through the frozen snow. She could die in any one of three acceptable ways, it was just a matter of which would take her first.
She would definitely be severely scraped on the frozen snow. She would also freeze, and she might freeze to death. An interesting question would be how likely would she be to have her breast ripped off by the scraping ice before she died. The members of the powerful Ranchmen’s Club all agreed this ending would be more delicious that the multiple hollow nosed bullets from the rifles into her cunt.
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Spring came to the prairie with a lush greening that belied the dry brown that would cover the open plains by summer. It was a time of renewal, for calving, for fun, and a time to explore the full reach of their total power over their packed stable of young captive slave women.
The ranchmen had been busy with calving, and had not visited their special retreat since that marvelous midwinter cunt hunt. That event had been followed by a blizzard that had kept everyone close to home, and the winter had passed quickly after that, with all of the work that was required in preparation for the warmer weather keeping them all busy.
The girls kept at the secret retreat ranch were all outright sex slaves, and their very lives depended totally on the whims of their merciless and always horny owners. What was left of their pride and modesty was of little concern to the men who now owned them. Fun for these wealthy ranchers was to witness and participate in the excessive sexual abuse of these unfortunate maidens.
No safety precautions were considered necessary or desirable in designing their sexual debasement, because discomfort, humiliation and pain were considered to be only preliminary to their full abuse, in which brutality to the bitches was the prime objective.
Their injury, sexual ruin, and total destruction were not only a risk, but were in fact expected. Devil’s Haven was, for the ladies, a literal death camp, and for the men, it was a highly erotic sexual playground where they could live out their darkest fantasies.
Because of the arduous trip necessary, the ranchers had paid the fun ranch only one visit during the harsh prairie winter, which had featured the deadly cunt-hunting party. A small staff of wranglers kept the ranch in shape, and tended to the women.
The crude, uneducated, and horny young ranch hands were given one particularly pleasant task: they were instructed to seed the womb of each female at least every other day. This would make pregnant bitches to torture, and those women allowed to go to term would provide a more entertaining form of calving for the gross debauchery the wealthy ranchmen so much enjoyed.
Their other chores took only four hours a day. The rest of the time they played with the bitch stock. To avoid the danger of stupid amorous connections, the foreman required the men to work in teams of three, and the young men were permitted to fuck their brains out on several females at each session.
The copulation they engaged in was always in the form of rape, with two others holding the bitch during the action. This prevented any kind of affection to grow in either side. Often one of those holding the girl would have his penis buried in her anus, with the other with his fat prick rutting in her throat. Neither the wranglers nor the female captives had time to suffer from boredom. The hot sexual action was too regular, intense and often too violent to allow for monotony.
Duke visited the ranch retreat and worked with the hired wranglers several weeks in advance of the ranchers’ spring visit. He wanted to make their first visit of the warm season a memorable event for the wealthy ranchers, to ensure both the jobs of these randy hired hands and the continuation of this incredible ranch retreat.
To entertain the men the night they arrived at their exotic retreat for their first spring event, the wranglers recruited the game bitch Cassandra to work with the cunts, training them for their duties. They called upon Cassandra’s special talents, and experience as a St. Louis harlot.
The cooperative slave bitch worked with twenty of the younger girls, a few of them with very small titties, the rest with none yet showing. She had learned the trick she taught them when she was working in St. Louis as a college girl prostitute. The madam she had worked for had used some of her younger girls as specially trained “cunnie kissers”.
Those who were entering puberty had their budding little breasts bound flat to their ribs with wrapping cloths bundled around their chests, their hair was either cut short or combed straight and long, and their pubic mounds were shaved clean. For most of them, this preparation was unnecessary, as they were young enough that the transformation from girl to woman had yet to begin.
They wore only blouses and white socks, with no skirts, panties, or shoes. Their bald pubic mounds, their round buttocks and their shapely legs were stark naked. At the brothel where Cassandra had worked, girls this young were made available to entertain the fantasies of the city’s businessmen and travelers who had developed a taste for the tender-aged whores.
The madam had specially trained the little girls to passionately kiss men on the mouth with their bare vaginas. They would climb up onto a high ledge of the mantle over the fireplace in the large reception lounge, and spread their legs, inviting men to sample their fully exposed sex equipment.
Guests of the brothel would move so that they could place their heads between the precocious girls’ bare thighs, and press their lips against the painted cuntlets. The girls were trained to actively participate in the kissing, embracing the men with their bare legs and moving their hips, thrusting their naked little pussies against the open mouths of the eager clients. The men would use their tongues to probe the sex organs, and pretend they had discovered a virgin.
The remarkable “cunnie kissers” had been one of the prime attractions at the unusual brothel. Cassandra had recognized the breadth as well as the depth of the tastes of her captors, and believed this kind of novelty would amuse them. At least she could explain it to Duke, and see if a bulge grew in his pants as she provided him the details.
When she explained the kinky use of the little girls to Duke, he had allowed her to train twenty of the ranchers’ younger captive school girls to do the same filthy trick. They had collected enough little girls below the age of twelve that there was no need for titty binding. She was also impressed to find that most of the lovely little darlings’ pretty puffy vaginas were intact, so she could offer all of the men virgins with this escapade.
Her sex training for these little girls was thorough. She cut the hair of some short, and combed the long hair of others straight, while the remainder had their hair curled into long bouncing ringlets. Then she trained them the secrets of how to kiss with passion using their sex organs instead of mouths.
Before she was through with them, all twenty of the impudent little girls were able to move their hips as they kissed with such well-simulated erotic passion that the wranglers they practiced on would ejaculate in their pants without their rigid pulsing sex organs being touched. Any brothel in the west would envy her this collection of little sweethearts.
Cassandra introduced her little bare-cunted pupils to the men the evening they arrived for the first long weekend of debauchery of spring. She had made special costumes for them that, while they were dressed, left their bald crotches naked, and made them look like kittens.
They were lifted up onto the high mantle over the large fireplace, wearing head-pieces with round tufted cat ears, soft furry masks with long cat whiskers made for horse tail hair, and fuzzy mittens and socks. The enthusiastic little girls were perfectly prepared and well coached by Cassandra.
They performed for the men like real professionals, and they squealed with pretend excitement as if they were experiencing orgasmic sexual delight as their naked and hairless cunts were tongued, kissed, and probed by the large ranging tongues of the adult ranchers.
These beautiful and highly excited little girls were as sexually stimulating to the wealthy ranchers as only young girls can be when the innocent cunts are encouraged to act with wanton sexual abandon. They provided exquisite sexual gratification to the lecherous men who owned them. Most of these men were old enough to be their grandfathers.
After some time the girls squeals of delight turned to screeches of pain as the probing tongues pressed powerfully at their thin hymens, stretching and then painfully ripping open the little internal cunnie covers. The men were robbing the children of their virginity in the most unusual way, driving their tongues rather than their penises into the pretty pussies.
A few of the men pretended to get it wrong, and they gave the attention of their probing tongues to the rectal area of the delightful girls. This was also distressing to the pretty preteens, who had only been trained in vaginal kissing. The men persisted their aggressive tonguing between the girls’ buttocks, and they plumbed the dainty pink starfish rectums just as deeply as they had earlier probed the virgin sex organs of the trained cunnie kissers.
The little girls were soon screaming hysterically as the thick powerful tongues stretched their impossibly small rectums. Several of the virgin sphincters actually ruptured, unable to take the strain. With that simple break, the girls now would have no more bowel control that a horse, and would shit with every bowel movement as long as they might live, be that ever so briefly. Cassandra had given the men a great start to their holiday weekend with her special feature.
The cattlemen had traveled all day to come to this special secret retreat. They saw that this was going to be a weekend to remember. After the meal and the introduction of the cunny kissing trick, they each took a squealing young delight up to their rooms, where they settled in for a night of depraved pleasure with the captive cunts, to enjoy their so recently freed little cuntlets and rectums.
The ranchers provided the attractive and daring girls with a complete shift from pleasure to terror and horror. The night of private and excessive sexual debauchery was complete. The next morning in the upstairs hallway there was a small human female heart pinned to each bedroom door by the knife that had carved the organ out.
Beneath each heart there lay on the hallway floor the opened carcass of the butchered young lady, who had been so naughty all thought the long night of passion and agony. The men had opted for private entertainment with these impudent sex toys, and had been complete in their violent sex abuse of the daring darlings. Their carcasses would be roasted to help feed the female stock in the barns.
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Breakfast was also a special event. Three nude slave girls were assigned to each of the wealthy ranchers who owned this large secret operation. The first girl laid half a dozen cooked eggs onto the rancher’s plate from her vagina. They had performed a remarkable feat in laying the cooked eggs.
This was not only because of the number of eggs these girls produced from their private little love nests, but because the cooked eggs emerging from their trained cunts were still steaming hot. The heat of the eggs inside their genitalia had them squirming and moaning, but they dared not scream out with the pain, so they simply moaned softly, with tears dripping from their pretty chins.
The second girl in each set of naked servers had it no easier. She squeezed out a trio of long thick beef sausages from her vagina, and these were also steaming hot. Her job was to produce the three meat tubes bit by bit, as the man she was serving required them.
She not only had to grip the hot meat roll packed in the depths of her cunt, but also had to endure the rancher using his fork to dig the tightly packed cooked meat from the grip of her vagina. Instead of spiced tomato sauce, the cooked meat sausage came out garnished with fresh cunt blood.
The third girl on each team, in each case the youngest, had the toughest assignment of all. She was the plate. Each of these plate girls was eleven years old, and had yet to grow her first pubic hair. This was of course in the interest of cleanliness. It would not do for a rancher to get a pubic hair caught between his teeth during the erotic meal.
The young plate girl lay on her back on the table, stark naked, as were the other two, and the girls who carried the eggs and sausage took turns to squat over her. One by one, giving the rancher time to eat each, the young lady deposited from her cunt a cooked egg on the waiting belly of the plate girl, followed closely by the sausage girl.
Each rancher used his knife and fork to cut the eggs, the chunks of sausage, and the hot fresh flap jacks placed on the unfortunate young girl’s belly by other nude serving girls. The plate girls were unfortunate because the ranchers made a point of also slicing the tender bitch-bellies, slashing into their raw bacon.
By the time the meal was over, the plate girl’s tummy and titless chests were sliced and punctured severely. The bellies of two of the unfortunate girls were actually cut open, and their internal pack of intestines were revealed, jammed inside them like tangled spaghetti.
This treatment was not fatal for them only because the men did not stay to complete the work they had started on the prone little slave bitches. The vet would take care of them, either sewing them back together or butchering them if saving them did not seem worthwhile.
The men were too eager to get on with the prime purpose of their long trip out to the secret ranch to watch the vet do his job on the little girls. They had their minds set on the extraordinary program of bitch butchery they had looked forward to for the long winter months.
Now that it was party time, time to do their work on fully bloomed nude women, the diversion of minor tummy openings on naked little girls was not going to stop them. The vet would be busy, and when the lovely bitches that could be saved had healed, they could be used for more sport.
The first planned event of the weekend featured a bizarre outdoor exercise. For this one, a well matched group of eighteen large-breasted young ladies were taught to run as teams of three, harnessed together side by side, pulling a special sulky that would carry one of the ranchers.
They wore only broad belts that squeezed their waists in to half their normal circumference. These viciously tight waist-cinching belts were brightly colored to distinguish each erotic team. To keep each team of women in a line, the girls were lined up side by side in groups of three, and had their big breasts tightly bound together with leather thongs.
The girl in the middle of each team had both of her big boobs bound to those of the girl on either side of her, and the pressure of the incredibly tight bindings was so great that the bound mammaries bulged severely, and the nipples stood out like little boys erect penises.
Several of the bound breasts oozed droplets of fresh woman-milk. The blacksmith had pierced the lovely cunts of the buxom young naked ladies, driving a thick steel rod through their outer labia. He inserted and closed heavy iron rings in the fresh pierce holes in their vaginas, and attached these permanently anchored iron rings to the ends of slender wooden poles by which the harnessed ladies would draw the racing sulkies.
To make the pretty harnessed ladies more dependent on the drivers of their sulky, their hair was pulled back on their heads to hang like the tails of horses, and then these long tassels were pulled back severely, and tied to the girls’ belts, pulling their heads far back, displaying their long curved necks, and causing their faces to point upward, denying them a view of where they were going.
This hair pull was more effective than Duke had thought it would be, and the harnessed young bitches were in fact totally dependent on their drivers, which was exactly the way the men wanted it. The ranchers owned all of these gorgeous young ladies and controlled their bodies, minds and all of their actions. These harnessed girls were now unable to move without the control of their driver.
The blacksmith opened the mouth of each girl wide, and used the steel rod he had used to pierced their cunts to also pierce their stretched cheeks, behind their molars. He inserted a six inch long dowel through these new cheek holes, laying between her teeth so that it held her tongue depressed flat.
He then attached their reins to the ends of the dowel sticking out of her cheeks. Now the teams of nude girls could be controlled as if they were horses, with the use of their reins and vicious whips. When all of the piercing had been completed and the harness fixtures installed, salt was rubbed into the horse-girls’ cunt and mouth wounds.
The salt would curtail any bleeding, speed the healing, but most important of all, it was applied to give them all fresh throes of agony. All of the girls on this ranch were nothing but expendable sex slaves, and their very lives depended totally on the whims of their merciless owners.
Their discomfort and suffering were far more valued than their comfort. The only solace they were allowed was the relative comfort of their stalls, and that was only to add contrast, to enhance their experience of horror, humiliation, and pain. They had been brought to a living hell, and were getting to experience it daily, now that the ranchers had arrived.
What was left of their pride and modesty was of little concern to the men who now owned them. Fun for these wealthy ranchers was the excessive sexual abuse of this remarkable collection of unfortunate maidens. They were the best that the great city of St. Louis had to offer, each of the specially selected to join the herd of human fillies.
Their gross abuse was the whole purpose of this secret ranch, located far from any traveled routes. It was a place where the men could act out their wildest and most sexually depraved fantasies, and make them real. The bitch stock had been obtained to make that possible. The acquiring of the amazing young cunt Cassandra was a bonus Duke could never have expected.
His use of this wild ranch girl would help him in pulling together the captive bitches, and her skills with sex, with all the animals and with the ladies made her a exceptional asset to the distinctive operation. Her inventive mind augmented Duke’s in preparing the most debauched entertainments imaginable.
The remarkable cunt Cassandra was, like the wealthy ranchers, without any sign of conscience or pity in dealing with exciting and deadly sex sports. No safety precautions were considered necessary or desirable in designing for the female slaves their sexual debasement.
On this ranch called Devil’s Haven, discomfort, humiliation and pain were considered to be only preliminary to their full abuse, in which brutality to the bitches was the prime objective, in cruel events in which their physical abuse, sexual ruin, and total destruction were expected. After all, that was the point, and the sport of it all.
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