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Feature Writer: Regis
Feature Title: NIPPLES PLAYDUDE ADVENTURES 2
Published: 20.12.2023
Story Codes: Erotic Horror, Scat, Snuff, Young
Nipples Playdude Adventures 2
CHAPTER 5
The pretty birthing young bitch had her arms bound behind her and was standing legs spread and knees bent in a squatting position over a glowing cauldron. She screamed hysterically as she was prohibited from moving, so she dropped her little sprog into the burning coals.
This was a major multiple snuff film the guys were making, and she was sure they were not going to stop by just whipping her. She knew that she’d reached the age where she was due to be snuffed, and would not survive whatever it was that the evil video producers planned for her.
Nipples got her pretty ass out of that evil building as fast as she could and ran for several blocks before she dared to look back, and realized with relief that nobody was following her. Thank God she was still wearing her thin cotton robe. Other than that and her sneakers, she was stark naked.
When she got home to the apartment where she lived, she found it empty, as all the girls were out working. She packed everything she owned into a suitcase as fast as she could, caught a cab, and had the driver take her clear over to another county. Even though she knew he loved her, she was leaving her agent forever. She now knew he’d kill her.
Thank God LA was so big, and she could get lost without too much trouble. There was little chance that her agent or the video makers would ever find her. They all lived in the same area and were so busy they seldom got to go to other parts of the sprawling metropolis.
To make sure, she called her agent and told him she was sick, so she couldn’t go to the studio for the whipping. He told her to get her ass over there, so she told him to go fuck himself, she was too sick to work, and she hung up. She hoped he was too busy with the snuff sessions going on to come after her.
She knew he would go over to the apartment to beat her, but first, he would have to find another disposable girl to get whipped to death in the movie. The delay would give her a bit more room to maneuver in the open. She had to stop and think about what to do next.
Nipples went into a small bar, made a deal with the bartender and he set her up in a back room to fuck some customers for fast money. In the next two days, she made a grand working non-stop, and found a small apartment she could afford, but knew that she could never get her savings from her agent. Now the prick would keep all her money.
She had witnessed the filming of some intentional snuffs, real fucking bitch killing videos in progress, and knew her only option was to run. What she had seen made her dangerous to them, and they would kill her if they ever found her. She was sure they would never stop looking.
Worse, they would take her back to the snuff studio and make a video of her brutal death to sell as they killed her! She was sure they would do her in front of the other girls, to make an example of her, and also likely do it in front of an audience, so they could make the most of her brutal killing.
Her future was zero in the loop business. She had to get a real job, and fast. She lucked into one faster than she thought she would. She met a friend she had made at the loop factory, a girl named Patty, who was pretty but had small tits, and her figure was too plain to fuck in the loop business.
Patty now worked as a suck-up girl in feature-length sex films, where she was required to keep the guy’s pricks standing when the camera was ready to roll. To keep their jobs in fuck films, the guys had to do real cum shots, spurting their semen at least six times a day.
Just like in the loop business, they had to ejaculate on the bare flesh of the girls they had just fucked, so Patty made lots of friends by keeping the guys’ pricks interested. Unfortunately, this was nothing Nipples wanted, as she had lost interest in being a slut cunt.
Patty’s nickname was “face-pussy” because of her particular skill in providing oral service. That was soon changed to Face-Fuck Patty, which was easier to say. A face fuck with Patty was as good as in any portal of any other 14-year-old girl, and having worked in loops from the age of 10, the pro cunt, still in her early teens, was as good as any in her particular field.
Nipples had been lucky enough to get off the one-way career ride that kind of work led to, and had she joined Patty as a suck-up girl it also might mean she would run into someone who knew her agent through her connection with Patty. She couldn’t be too careful, with her life at stake.
Although Nipples had no work experience outside the smut video world but was smart, through her connections with important johns, Face-Fuck Patty was able to get Nipples a job working as a mail clerk at Playdude’s Los Angeles office. It was an international men’s magazine operation, featuring gorgeous classy nudes, most of them college students.
All of the good-looking bitches who were featured on the magazines slick pages were in that office from time to time, and Nipples got to know and hate most of them. They were nothing but stunned cunts, the kind with big normal shaped breasts, and thought they were so much better than her. Fuck them, she though.
Editorial and sales went through the magazine’s Chicago head office, but all of the cunts were handled through LA. Nipples quickly developed a hatred for these impressionable young good-looking bitches, with their remarkable figures, seduced and procured from all over America and beyond.
They were no better than she was, but they wouldn’t even look at her unless they wanted her to fetch something for them. These Playdude Bunrabs treated Nipples like nothing more than a piece of shit, and they laughed at the teenage girl with the big flared tits. They were all cruel stuck-up cunts, and she both envied and loathed them.
They wouldn’t be so stuck up if they were in front of the cameras at the loop factory, as she had been, fucking her brains out for a living. Shit, she thought, even that was too good for them. They should be at that illegal studio where they could be fucked by animals, be whipped, or best of all, get themselves starring roles in snuff videos.
She would love to see them all strung up and impaled and then gutted as the poor young girls had been in the snuff movie she had come so close to starring in! The memory of that day at the degenerate smut mill where the snuff films were being made for a big client flooded back.
Nipples felt a rush as she pictured the pretty Playdude models naked with their fake Bunrab ears and fluffy tails as victims, rather than the innocent young whores who were just trying to make a living the best they knew how, and of all people, didn’t deserve to be killed just for entertainment.
That was when Nipples hit on an incredible idea to strike out at the arrogant bitches, to make them pay big time for the total degradation and destruction they so richly deserved. She would find a way to get them in front of more compassionless cameras, where the action was hotter and deadlier.
She would get them into situations where their smiles and coy looks would turn to grimaces and screams, and where the results of their incredible horror would be terminal. The bitches would become no more than dead meat if she had her way with them.
That night she stayed late and began the long process of photocopying all current files with all personal data on more than six hundred voluptuous young women who had willingly submitted to the narcissistic and dehumanizing process of being featured in Playdude Magazine.
The material she stole included detailed personality profiles gathered from psychological testing that the girls had all been given as a matter of course when coming on stream. She knew that when they had willingly been given over to the team of professional makeup artists, hair stylists, directors, and photographers, the bitches had to be properly vetted.
That process began with the thorough deconstruction of their personalities and reconstruction as sex-loving bitches. Plastic surgeons had removed physical blemishes, they were properly tanned, had their inner labia permanently reshaped and their breasts and outer labia given firming injections.
This special treatment of their external sex organs was designed to make them more attractive to the cameras. Then they were given a month of crash poise and movement lessons, then were coiffed and made up for the debasing although highly erotic photography and compulsory video sessions.
The profiles of these bitches indicated that more than eighty percent of the girls were natural exhibitionists, even though they saw themselves as thoroughly modern women with true old-fashioned American values. The profiles also said that the eighty percent identified were highly likely to respond to a challenge with a big cash and power payoff.
The special and secret psychological tests further indicated that nearly thirty percent of these attractive well-groomed girls were high-level risk takers and if exposed to the correct procedures, could be easily persuaded to stop at nothing to get what they wanted, regardless of possible jeopardy.
Nipples made the secretly purloined lists and personal documentation on the playgirls available to a man she knew would use it to do the things they deserved. He was a multi-millionaire Palm Springs pornographer who it was rumored was also a leading snuff video producer.
He was far above the riffraff pornographers she had experience with at the snuff studio, and there was no chance he would ever have anything to do with them, so there was no chance she would be at risk for dealing with him. This guy was high class, and none of those she knew were.
As a privileged insider, she knew the rumors to be true. She also knew that the only real problem the big man faced on an ongoing basis was to find a “safe” supply of highly attractive and voluptuous females who were disposable, to torture to death before his hot-lensed cameras.
He catered to the high-price market and had to deliver top merchandise. Not only did the lighting, sound, camera work, and editing have to be first-rate, he had to deliver the lives of only strikingly beautiful naked women, screaming their lungs out as they died on his racks, gallows, and gleaming impaling shafts.
Nothing less would do. Although Nipples had never actually seen any of the man’s videos, his snuffs were reported to be extremely erotic as well as outrageously violent. That was the least of what she wanted for the vain cunts she hated with such an obsessive passion.
One of the girls she roomed with said that at a party she had entertained at, they had shown a film of a gorgeous young woman being hung by one big tit for more than an hour while three sadists took turns using a whip on her, ass fucking her, and driving long needles into her beautiful breasts and firm round buttocks.
The video climaxed when, as she hung by the now severely stretched and ballooned tit, her cunt was slowly impaled with a long slender curved sword that was very gradually run right up through her torso with loving care. It was more than a simple snuff, this was an over-the-top art video. It was one of his.
CHAPTER 6
A “safe” supply of young women meant that he could safely dispose of his exotic victims and operate in the open without encountering difficulties with the law. That meant there had to be no tracks that led to him so that if someone who saw one of his incredible snuff videos either knew or proved to be very concerned for the beautiful screaming victim, there would be no knocks on his door.
The first condition Nipples imposed on the sale of this folder of confidential material on the incredible collection of females was that he used the girls’ greed to attract them, and when he got them, she wanted him to both humiliate and severely abuse them in front of a live audience. He agreed.
As far as she was concerned, he didn’t even have to worry about them surviving the severe sexual violence she wanted for them. From what she had heard of this wealthy man, there was little chance any of the girls he selected would survive the difficult and degrading sports he would design for them.
Nipples would prefer they die from the rigors of their torture or events in erotic violence sports. Her second condition was that she be allowed to be involved; to take an active part in the brutal sex performances he staged with these lovely snobbish bitches. She wanted most to be their sadistic tormentor.
When he made it clear to her that the women he chose from the extensive collection of voluptuous lovelies she was providing such easy access to may not survive the lewd and violent exhibitions he would arrange for them to star in, Nipples laughed.
“That’s the least of what I expect,” she said, “These Bunrab bitches deserve the worst, and I won’t mind a bit if some of them kiss off right on stage! I’m hoping for cunt kills!”
Her response got her very excited, and she demanded that she be included in the planning as well as the execution of the erotic entertainment.
She was surprised when the big man had no objections to her taking a major role. She recognized in her a young cunt with the passion to get involved, and sexually excited by doing physical harm to the gorgeous young Playgirls she had made available to him.
To help in the procurement of the women, she also stole a ream of Playdude stationery. Because of her job, she could intercept any letters the selected women would write back to the company, and answer them herself, being sure the plan to cunt-nap them would go off without a hitch.
To test her system, the producer selected five large-chested blondes from the files, ranging in age from fifteen to thirty-seven. The oldest had risen to the position of the chief trainer of flight attendants for a large airline and had used her ongoing fame as a Bunmate of the Year fourteen years earlier as a lever to date football players.
She had parlayed this into connections with high rollers and had become something of a celebrity, showing up draped on the arm of some very wealthy men, particularly high-flying professional athletes. She liked to be photographed in very expensive restaurants and at celebrity affairs wearing radical low-cut gowns, displaying lots of cleavage.
The voluptuous cunt also liked appearing in “Us” and “People” magazines beside celebrities, bending forward toward the camera to reveal to the world her very ample cleavage. The prize offered to lure this successful and sophisticated bitch into the evil net as a snuff victim was an offer of ownership of the LA Rams.
Her name was Marlene, and she had maintained a tight though full figure. She had if anything improved in appearance with maturity. She engaged a personal trainer who worked with her daily in maintaining the figure of an eighteen-year-old and had cosmetic surgery to keep her face looking like a teen.
The youngest of those selected, at fifteen, was Wendy Lynn from an Alabama theatrical family, and her mother and grandmother, once famous but now living in obscurity, had faked her birth certificate to qualify the startlingly developed teenager to pose nude and be a featured Bunmate.
The youngster was experienced and driven by her kin to succeed, having earned most of her school marks through arranged “evenings” that her mother and grandmother had set up with her male grade four teacher, who with their willing encouragement had quickly acquired a taste for tender pussy.
The teacher, in his early twenties, had set up a special cot in a supply closet, and she and a couple of her little friends were regular visitors to the closet, accompanied by the teacher, during detention period, where he taught them the sexual arts of coitus.
Detentions were always given to the prettiest little girls, and they were always given the poorest marks, no matter how well they knew their lessons. They would be kept after school to earn their grades through their rapidly developing sexual prowess.
Wendy Lynn had fucked for marks since she was nine, not just in school but also in dance and modeling classes. Her teachers and instructors quickly learned, through her ambitious grandmother, that she could be had, and that she had the talent to make the experience memorable.
Her Mom and Grandma had encouraged her natural tendency for exhibitionism, so that by the age of ten she had developed the outrageous lewd moves of the most debased of wanton strippers. She danced in loose panties, and learned how to flash her cuntlet, providing a lingering look to anyone eager to observe kiddie pussy.
Her grandmother’s talented and persistent fingers had produced a beautifully flared vulva on the little girl. Through constant masturbation, her sparkling pink inner flesh dangled and was easily revealed whenever she moved her slender hips in just the right way.
Her dance teacher had taught her to do erotic moves and at the encouragement of her grandmother had introduced her to the stag party business. She had been the smallest and youngest naked cake jumper on the circuit. But cake jumping was not enough to bring her the big bucks.
Her mother bought a Great Dane and taught the large hound to mount Wendy on command. The girl/animal sex act was the most popular show offered by the highly illegal sex show agency, and by the time she was twelve, she was making her mother and grandmother thousands of dollars a month.
By the time she reached fifteen, they saw that with her physical development, mature hair styling, and makeup they could easily break into the big time with the exposure of a big Playdude centerfold contract. They were certain that Wendy Lynn looked old enough to fool the experts.
Wendy Lynn knew from experience how to pose for the cameras, and had amazed the photography crew from the famous men’s magazine with her youthful appearance and her natural and provocative poses. The girl, much younger than they believed, was a natural model.
She looked quite mature for her tender years, and with the faked birth certificate and the support of the two older women (her mother was twenty-seven and her grandmother thirty-nine) she was taken by the producer to be a very young-looking eighteen. Who could prove she was too young?
Supporting the claim for her age was the little daughter she kept hidden from the interview and photo session, knowing that having given birth at the age of twelve, she would not be considered for publication in the great magazine. Sexy women were always single if not virgins.
The little daughter was nearly three years old, and had made Wendy Lynn’s grandmother a great-grandmother before the age of thirty-six! The innocent little girl was even more beautiful than her teenage mother and had also been introduced to the sex entertainment world of work and glamor.
Not yet housebroken, the impudent little girl did a remarkable sex act with a trained poodle and was a surprise act at parties her mother entertained at where there were only middle-aged men and women present. That was the age group that most appreciated the sexually stimulating aspects of their act.
These were in the age group that loved watching a very small girl mating with a dog, and they always paid very well for the opportunity to view a close-up, such an outrageous, perverted sex act. Even such youngsters were capable of producing orgasms in observers of their pulchritude.
The wealthy pornographer Nipples had engaged found that the offer of a tryout for a leading movie role was all that was necessary to hook the attractive and sensuous teenager for his risk sports. Her mother and grandmother had jumped at the chance, and that easily Wendy-Lynn was hooked.
The third girl selected was Amanda, a twenty-two-year-old beauty who used her temporary fame from her men’s magazine exposure to land a rich Playdude boyfriend. He turned out to be connected to an organized crime family, and she had found herself being used as a sex decoy.
As a favor to her boyfriend, it was her job to lure wealthy businessmen who had zigged when they should have zagged, into situations where she could easily set them up to be murdered. It was tough work, but somebody had to do it, and she had the body and personality for the job.
She had taken well to the task and understood these killings were simply business executions. She told others it was because of the big money, but it was clear she got a big kick out of getting a powerful man into her, wrapping herself around him as he thrust into her.
When she had his penis buried deep in her womb, she got off on watching the assassin take exacting aim, plunge the muzzle of his pistol deep up the man’s asshole at the exactly specified moment, then pull the trigger, blowing a massive destructive path up into his abdomen.
The extra thrust of the big prick inside her at the instant of firing was the biggest kick she had ever experienced, and she looked forward to each new mob-killing with relish. Amanda never got to know the men, it was simply a sex rush, and the thrill of knowing the importance of her part in being a critical link in the assassinations.
CHAPTER 7
She enjoyed the flexible hours, the power, and the knowledge that each job she took on would be completed satisfactorily. She had trained all of the professional assassins she worked with to wait for the marked man to get in half a dozen good strokes of ejaculation before giving him the lead enema.
That way she, as well as they, got their kicks, and the victim had a brief moment of sexual satisfaction before having his intestines pulverized by an expanding bullet. From her point of view, the best stroke of all was as the bullet ripped up through him, and his fat prick suddenly surged inside her.
The amazing hook that attracted Amanda to get in on the pornographer’s stage event was the chance to take part in what she was told would be a spectacular private sex show. There had been no mention of snuff, or extreme violence, although both were acceptable to her.
It was the blanket of total secrecy that attracted her. She could not even imagine the possibility that the show she was going to participate in would center around the real danger of her death. The producer was a heavy player, and that alone made the whole thing valid for her.
The fourth and fifth young women were eighteen-year-old twins, Ellen and Emily, with spectacular hourglass figures and jutting pointed breasts. These two were the real innocents, who had been persuaded to reveal their incredible figures and honeydew pink-lipped pussies by a woman photographer.
The glamorous lady had convinced them it was patriotic and an honor to appear in such a well-established national magazine. They both agreed that posing in the nude would make American men prouder of their country, which, after all, as they all believed, had the most beautiful women in the world.
They had then done the first-ever duo spread to appear in Playdude, with special care to hint at a lesbian theme without becoming too overt. The approach was to give the impression of domination, through the careful selection of totally revealing costumes and highly suggestive poses.
The twins had used the money from their photo sessions to help with their plans for university. The Playdude session gave them enough to pay for the first term of their first year. They were small-town girls, daughters of the mayor. They had been educated in an exclusive private school, and now they were very classy young ladies and were excellent though very idealistic students.
Ellen and Emily were tall and lean with classic poise, and these beautiful bright scholars finished their senior year at school with identical marks at the top of their class. The hook for them was the offer of a handsome scholarship, which would take them through their whole university career in style with lots to spare.
The deal was easily sealed with the promise of a matched pair of red Mercedes sports cars. Of course, the intent was that all of the contestants would lose and that none of the amazing promised prizes would ever be claimed. Tantalizing letters were written to the five fabulous females.
These official-looking documents laid out the need for their special talents for a very important event, and that the rewards would be of the nature of the individualized rewards they could not refuse. The twins were true patriots, and service to their country meant everything to them.
The letters were delivered by hand at the very last moment by smartly dressed business women who arrived in chauffeur-driven limousines, in a clever strategy designed to lend total credibility to the unusual offer. The gorgeous young cunts were had from the get-go.
The carefully crafted messages were worded so that they required the selected young women come immediately because the need was so urgent. The approach was flawless, and all five of the selected bitches readily agreed to take part in the unusual exhibition.
The selected women were given so little factual information that they didn’t know much about it, but the hooks were sunk deep and the gorgeous girls were all fully committed to respond. They felt secure in that they were convinced the alluring approach was by the famous and reputable magazine.
With all of their travel and hotel accommodations arranged in advance, the five women were taken directly to the airport as soon as they were picked up, and they caught their flights to Chicago, where they were each met at the airport by separate limousines.
A huge empty warehouse had been procured in a large and classy fashion area, and a large soundproofed studio was then built inside it. Most of the interior was used for secreted parking, so a number of high-end cars parked together would not attract undue attention.
The multi-millionaire entrepreneur developed the complex for the long haul. He was looking forward to developing a long series of sexually violent “special events” featuring the hundreds of outstanding young women he had gained such full and ready access to.
Once the specially invited group of young women were in his possession, they were to his mind expendable, and in permanently disposing of them was desirable, to prevent embarrassing and unanswerable questions. He also saw a valuable resource in the spiteful bitch Nipples, who had connected him to these classy cunts in the first place.
He knew he would have to make sure she remained employed in her position at the headquarters office of Playdude Inc. Her job would be to keep her ear to the ground for a connection between the discovery of the beautiful bitches going missing, and their common history with the magazine.
The extreme sex video producer would also have use for Nipples to keep him current on the ever-growing inventory of new fabulous celebrity sluts. Because the girls he was targeting were not actively involved with the Playdude organization, he figured it could be years before the connection was made.
He had left no clues linking the disappearance of the girls with the magazine, and once Nipples reported to him that the connection was made, he planned to bring in and snuff the little spy cunt. She was the only one who could link him with the disappearances of the fabulous human Bunrabs.
For now, he wanted Nipples to be implicated in the special highly illegal event he was staging so that he would have the ambitious bitch properly nailed down better than any contract could achieve. Nipples had chosen a pornographer who was nothing if not thorough.
She needed to perceive herself to be party to the bizarre events he would be staging so that she felt as culpable as possible. This would keep her under close control, and keep her on his string. She was young and naive enough to be drawn in completely.
CHAPTER 8
The special theater was filled with his most trusted patrons, identified and drawn in through his careful investigation of those who bought his snuff films. Represented were some of the most influential people in the state. The theater was set up so that the boxes for patrons were completely private.
Each box was large enough to seat four, and each had a one-way mirror on the front, providing total privacy for the guests with box seating. Guests could not only not see anyone in another box, but could not see what was going on in the boxes, which meant they had no idea who else was attending.
The round stage was surrounded by glassed booths with box seats, and three ramps provided access for the acts and for the cameras that would tape the events. The idea was to produce videos to sell on the underground circuit of heavy torture and snuff pornography.
The top of the booths were open, to allow the guests to enjoy the sounds of the events on the stage while protecting them from any potential danger from desperate participants, and protecting them from splashing excrement, blood, or gore that might be inadvertently splashed toward them, should the worst come to pass, as they all fervently hoped.
The large printed glossy program included the centerfold spreads that each beautiful participant had in the famous magazine, along with new photo essays that allowed the guests to examine each of the gorgeous young women’s charms before they appeared on the stage.
To complete the carefully developed illusion, the owner of the theater provided three pretty full-bodied girls in their very early teens to serve drinks while wearing only Bunrab ears and tails, complete with cuffs, collars, and bow ties. All of them were proudly strutting their stuff.
The only part of the standard costume missing was the swimsuit that the Playdude Bunrabs wore, because these attractive young girls in their spike-heeled shoes were otherwise naked, and at thirteen and fourteen, sporting fully developed breasts, were younger than any Playdude Bunrabs ever were, at least those getting their photographs published.
The slender pubescent young girls’ pretty faces, newly forming breasts, and cleanly shaved sex organs were rouged, painted, and swelled with the juice of hot peppers to emphasize them. This stung continually but made their cuntlets look very special for the guests.
Unlike real Playdude Bunrabs, the guests were permitted to handle and fondle the girls’ soft alluring nakedness as they served them their refreshments. The audience knew not to fondle the naked youths’ cuntlets. avoid getting the stinging pepper juice on their fingers.
None of the constraints that inhibited touching real Playdude Bunrabs applied here, and the nude young servants were well coached and prepared to offer their overt nakedness to the caresses and internal probing that occurred. Their colons had been flushed, so that the guests could safely probe their rectums instead of their provocatively swollen vaginas.
Nipples strode onto the stage, openly displaying her overt sexuality. She wore a master of ceremonies top hat and a black coat with tails. This showman’s coat was low cut, with spread lapels which revealed her ample cleavage and barely covered her wide-spread nipples.
Although the topcoat’s tails folded nicely over her rounded buttocks, the cut of the front spread just above her navel, so that it nicely framed her well-prepared vagina. Her big tits were partially covered, but her marvelous manicured and painted cunt was in full view.
The beautiful reproductive organ of the bitch-hating young woman was fully displayed most unusually. With the help of the powerful fingers of two strong men in the backstage dressing room she had inserted a four-inch diameter wooden hoop inside her vulva.
The effective cunt spreader sat in the shaft of her birth canal/fuck tube, revealing the pink moist inner cock-gripping meat of her cunt to the audience below her as she strode across the elevated stage, and posed with her legs suitably parted to afford everyone a perfect view of the dimple of her cervix deep inside her. They loved a shameless cunt like her!
To complete her bizarre costume, she wore sexy black self-support above-the-knee stockings and spike-heeled shoes that showed off her incredible legs to their best advantage. Nipples was a sight to behold, and she had the honor to open the show with a trio of naked muscular black men.
These were ex-boxers, each with hard muscular bodies, large rigid erections, and punch-drunk minds. They were chosen because they were men willing to do anything for a few dollars. As boxers, they had prostituted themselves all of their lives to participate in a questionable sport.
Boxing was hardly a sport, since almost always the outcome was pre-determined. When it was for real it was an activity in which the objective was to give another man a concussion, translated as brain damage, and now they were beyond shame, with no sense of morality, dignity, or self-respect.
They had no remnants of common values. Their wills had been broken, and they now did whatever the powerful man who controlled them bid. They were his enforcers. This was down and dirty shit. Snuff shows were nothing new to them, they had all gotten past the shock on first viewing the gross cruelty, and now that it was commonplace for them, they all willingly participated.
After all, to the best of their knowledge, killing was what cock-teasing cunts were for. The black men were stark naked, and their heads had been shaved clean, as were their bodies and pubic areas. Their skin was oiled so that it brightly glistened, highlighting their well-developed muscles.
They were an erotic sight standing naked on the stage with their raging erections, dribbling dangling droplets of cum, and they contrasted sharply with the bizarre erotic white form of Nipples, who was more than nude because of her bizarre and internal revealing costume of a large cunt-stretching ring.
The stage was set for a very provocative and highly sexual performance. The three powerful blacks lined up on their knees at the front of the stage, looking down on the audience, their muscular knees spread and leaning back on their hands, providing the audience with a clear view of their large raging dongs and hairless-swinging scrotums.
These were indeed impressive stud fuck shafts. Nipples came up behind them and stood behind the first with her legs spread, her knees slightly bent. The man in front of her leaned back and brought his mouth up to make intimate contact with her exposed and flared vagina.
He began to work his large lips and active tongue on the wide-stretched female organ with his tongue and lips, drawing her ample fresh cunt meat into his mouth. As her loose fleshy cunt lips began to gorge with blood and swell in her excitement with the hot oral action, his organ also began to swell and rise even further.
What had been a stiff erection was now nothing less than a fencepost. The sight and sounds soon had the penises of the other two men rising higher, and within minutes all three of the huge pricks were enormously erect and visibly throbbing. This was the kind of hot action that got the crowd going, introducing raw sexuality as an opening act.
The owner of this facility knew precisely what he was doing in permitting Nipples to take part. The brazen bitch was, with her extensive sex show experience, exactly what he required to get the show off on the right foot. The activity also got the cunt entwined in the performance and with that some responsibility for the outcome.
Nipples began sliding her wet enlarged pussy against the man’s gaping mouth, drawing cheers from the mixed audience. They loved watching a uninhibited nearly naked young woman in total command, sexually satisfying herself by abusing the face of a naked man.
As she progressed, she was soon sliding her flared and moist twat from his chin up across his nose to his eyes and forehead, smearing her ample natural lubricating juices over his entire face, lustily grinding her passionate loins to the cheers of the fascinated onlookers as she gave him a total face fuck.
The effect of this lewd sexual performance on the big black was startling. The large glans on his circumcised penis flared, the thick shiny shaft of his dong pulsed, and a dribble of fresh smegma oozed from the open hole on the head of the thrusting prick as he worked himself up to a fever pitch.
And then, without so much as touching the rutting sex organ, it began to erupt, ejaculating extensively, spewing thick white gobs of jism in arching celebration of his cum-gushing orgasm. His jetting semen fell onto the gorgeous stocking-clad legs of a pretty young woman guest sitting in the first row.
The girl blushed, glancing with both embarrassment and pleasure at her wealthy middle-aged escort with a look that told him she would welcome it if he wished to deposit his semen inside her after the show. She passionately pressed her shapely legs together to dampen both legs.
The beauty was enjoying the warm wet semen of the negro as it cooled on her sheer stockings. The privileged white cunt viewed herself as a racially pure girl, one who had never engaged in sex with a black. She was surprised his cum was so white. She had assumed negro semen was brown.
This was for her a first, and even though at a small distance, was to her very intimate. He had purposefully shared his moist seed with her. They had engaged in a form of sex without her undressing, standing, or him leaving the stage. It was still a very powerful union in her mind.
Quickly Nipples moved over the second man, and after positioning herself over his face, she commanded him to open his mouth. He obeyed, and she startled him and the audience by urinating directly into his mouth, her steady stream of hot piss quickly filling his throat and mouth to overflowing.
The man’s big penis flapped, clearly pulsing in rutting joy at the overt domination by the aberrant white bitch with the big wall-eyed tits. He was used to performing as a golden shower lavatory for women, publicly demonstrating his total subservience in the role of a human toilet to the commanding white bitch.
He eagerly took in her spray of hot piss without spilling very much of the dominant woman’s amber bodily waste with which she was being so generous. She reached between the tails of her jacket and grabbed his nose, pinching it tightly closed so that he was forced to swallow the hot acrid liquid to breathe.
Nipples pressed her wet cunt lips firmly against his open mouth, and she continued to urinate, jetting her bladder load of tart warm piss directly into his throat. The dominant black man’s continuous rapid swallowing demonstrated to the audience how long she continued to piss into his throat.
At last, she had completely relieved herself. He was near ecstasy from having her warm moist cunt in such intimate contact with his open mouth, and when she continued with the rutting action on the face of her willing human toilet, he found he remained highly excited.
The wanton woman’s obscene behavior was so sexually stimulating to him that within a minute she had taught him to perform as the first had, with mind-driven ejaculation, spurting his cum as the other had done, without so much as touching his large pulsing sex organ.
The thick gobs of his jism flew into the front row of the audience and brought a squeeze of delight from the mature woman into whose lap it splashed. Her expensive white satin gown was splattered with his sperm, which caused a set of large damp stains to form, soaking easily through the expensive material.
She quickly pressed her palms against the sticky wetness and rubbed it into her lap and across her tight tummy. Then, with the others in the audience watching the remarkable show, she licked her palms and fingers clean. Without hesitation, Nipples shifted her attention, or more specifically, the attention of her beautiful wet whorish cunt.
THE END OF CHAPTER EIGHT