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Feature Writer: Regis
Feature Title: NIPPLES PLAYDUDE ADVENTURES 3
Published: 20.12.2023
Story Codes: Erotic Horror, Scat, Snuff, Young
Nipples Playdude Adventures 3
CHAPTER 9
Nipples placed the flared and reddened female sex organ over the face of the third man, and he quickly thrust his long tongue up against the long bud of her hooded clit. She teased him for a couple of minutes, rubbing her nether lips against his raised tongue, and then she thrust her pelvis forward and startled everybody as she pressed her puckered rectum against his open mouth.
Nipples was going to let him perform total IBS, Immaculate Body Service on her, in public! The audience was now paying wrapped attention to the bizarre coupling. They were enthralled that this woman was going to pass a stool directly from her pulsing rectum into the subservient man’s awaiting mouth.
Most of her audience was not into scat but were mesmerized that the audacious white woman was going to brazenly and flagrantly perform such an outrageous act on him. This was both shocking and fascinating to see being done as part of what was going to prove to be an amazingly raw night of extreme entertainment.
Sure enough, the disgusting event they expected happened. Nipples leaned back, her stomach muscles tightened and she began to thrust. She had the good taste to keep her anus pressed firmly against the man’s mouth, and the audience was surprised to see he did nothing to move away.
The rapid firming of his erect throbbing penis was a clear if surprising signal to the audience that she was now passing a stool directly from her anus into his mouth. Confirmation came when he began slowly chewing, and then swallowing. This highly compliant muscular man was a fucking shit eater!
There was no break of the firm contact between Nipples’s spread buttocks and his mouth, so her shit was neither seen nor smelled, but there was no doubt in anyone’s mind that she had crapped in the man’s mouth, and that he had willingly taken her warm offal, chewed and swallowed it, having been provided with no other choice.
At the first sign of separation, as she raised her hips up, the man’s tongue was chasing her anus, and it flicked around the hollow between her buttocks, cleaning her immaculately. She again pressed her anus over his mouth and began sliding the tight bunghole of her rectum over his face, so that both her pussy and asshole were making intimate contact.
As a parting shot, her pert anus opened slightly, she again tightened her abdominal muscles, and to the delight of her audience, now enjoying her excessive impudence, the point of a firm brown stool emerged, with which she painted a delicate smooth brown line along the length of his nose.
Again her anus ring closed, sucking this second turd back in. Again her puckered and bulging rectum required cleaning, and his tongue willingly obliged her, with such excitement that his throbbing and bobbing erection began erupting, spewing great steaming gobs of his jism onto the excited faces and hair of the two mature and eager women sitting in the front row directly in front of him.
The older of these two women, who were matronly and in her late forties, totally lost her decorum, and bounded forward, climbing onto the stage, and with her large swinging breasts dangling free of her gown, she thrust her open mouth over the brown-nosed black man’s ejaculating erection.
His outstanding performance was deemed to be the winning delivery of sex seed, in terms of both volume and distance. The other two naked blacks remained perfectly still, lying on the stage, their large pricks still spasming and drooling thick gobs of their white semen.
Their spilt cum dribbled down the length of their large dark erect veined shafts, all the way down to their testicles. The victor pushed the cock-sucking woman off himself and climbed onto the other two, striking a defiant pose with one foot planted firmly on the chest of each of them.
Nipples squatted on the edge of the stage with her back to the audience so that her flared and moist pink pussy meat was fully displayed. Remaining in this position, she took implements from her purse and pierced the flared heads of the two losers’ extended erections with a long needle, then drove and clamped heavy iron rings through them.
The men were so traumatized by her power over them that they knew they dared not move, but they allowed themselves the freedom to scream at the excruciating pain of the non-anesthetized operation on their sensitive sex organs. Their glans were now ringed.
She then stood the two traumatized men up, faced them toward each other, and linked their new penis rings together with a two-foot-long chain. This allowed them to stand side by side, but their long pierced penises were pulled toward each other.
The two defeated boxers were taken to the back of the stage to watch the show and contemplate their escape from this horrible situation. It would not be easy, and likely impossible. There were a pair of two-inch-thick steel posts that rose out of the floor and came up nearly to the navels of the husky nude boxers.
The men were made to stand in front of them, stand up on tiptoe, raising a leg so that they could position the rounded end of the post against their bulging anuses, and then to admit the cold steel into their fundaments, taking in enough of the shafts to be able to stand. It was all they could manage to stand flat-footed with the stout posts planted deep in their colons.
Getting the men mounted on their posts was slow work, partly because of their penises being chained together, but at last, with them now held in position by the rectal posts, she handed the man who had been her personal toilet and had won a pair of ball gags. She instructed him to insert them in the mouths of the impaled me.
“We don’t want their screams to interrupt the sounds the ladies will make as they entertain us, do we,” she said, and the man grinned in agreement.
Nipples had accomplished the task, and she went down steps off the stage to allow the next phase of the bizarre sex show to begin.
Nipples moved to the side of the stage, and the five women who were principal to the evening’s central performance were now brought onto the stage. The gathering of sophisticated wealthy members of the audience were surprised that all of the alluring Playdude Bunrabs appeared on stage to perform in a violent sex show completely clothed in evening attire.
They all wore expensive print dresses, with full skirts cut just above the knees that gave them a fresh breezy look. These sexy silk dresses were low cut in front to fully reveal their remarkable cleavage, and the backs cut even lower, revealing a few inches of the enticing cleavage of their buttocks.
These were designed as display dresses, revealing more than they covered. With the low cut at the front and back, the girls wore no braziers, nor did they need them. These extraordinary females were the kind who wanted to show off their overt sexuality at every opportunity.
They were proving to be consistent with Nipples’ expectations. All of them also wore open-top spike-heeled sandals to show off their manicured feet. Each of the beautiful young women in their stiletto heels moved over to the appliances that represented the challenges designed for them.
They would have to overcome these challenges to claim the enormous prize that was offered them, should they succeed. These were more than dangerous challenges they faced. The design of the challenges was such that survival was not likely, avoiding the need for payout.
Each of them knew that to succeed she might during her struggles have to expose her sex organs to the racy audience, and to not succeed meant there was a chance she could face possible injury and humiliation in the attempt. They had no idea how far they would have to go to succeed.
It was these risks that made the competition so appealing for the five daring women. Marlene, who was an incredibly well-preserved thirty-seven and the oldest of the women, was given the prime position on the stage. She was both experienced, and willing participant, expecting a smaller opponent.
She moved before a pair of large and stout vertical posts, which stood tall and bolted firmly to the stage floor, and were three feet apart. She was fully dressed, and wore a dress that clung to her torso, revealing she was both slender and highly fit, with well-developed musculature.
As she stood between the posts facing the audience, her arms were raised and bound to the vertical steel, lashed against the cold metal from her wrists to her elbows. Her fabulous legs remained free, resplendent in her spike heels, and she struck a defiant pose. There was no doubt that she was here willingly, and ready to perform.
Wendy Lou, the short and lean fifteen-year-old porno queen and the youngest girl in the group, was placed directly in front of Marlene, facing her, and she spread her lean legs so that her lower limbs could be bound to the same posts, from her ankles to her knees. her arms were left free.
Each of these two had the task to render the other lovely clothed female both naked and unconscious. This was a formidable task, as although they both had full use of two of their limbs, their movements were highly restricted by the tight binding of one’s arms and the other’s lower legs to the steel posts.
As a time limit, each of them had a gelatin capsule inserted so deep into her vagina with the use of a plastic plunger so that it was stuck in her cervix. These would not fall out. In each capsule was a highly corrosive acid capable of bringing severe pain and then gradually death to its host, should it burst before being removed.
The gelatin containing the powerful acid would slowly and evenly dissolve in their tight cunts on the mouth of their uterus, with the action accelerated as they struggled and worked up a lather. When one of them achieved her goal, her capsule would be removed, if she finished in time.
CHAPTER 10
Amanda, the luscious twenty-two-year-old who had become the willing mob decoy, stood at the base of a long ladder. It leaned against an overhead grid pipe near one side of the stage. At the top of the ladder was a small bread plate with an egg on it. Her task was to climb the ladder and bring down the plate with the egg intact.
The special ladder was made of a pair of very long two-by-fours, which had two-inch holes drilled every twelve inches along their length. The crosspieces she was to climb on were one-inch dowels, which lay loosely in the two-inch holes. The remarkable device had been in place when the audience had come in and must have been placed very carefully because it was so frail.
The wood of the two-by-fours and dowels was very coarse, purposely roughened with splinters and slivers evident on both the rails and the rungs. Amanda would be certain to collect splinters in her soft feminine flesh as she climbed up and back down.
It would be a real challenge for her to negotiate this unstable ladder safely. To make the event more interesting, her arms were wrapped around the ladder, and her wrists were bound together. Then a fifty-pound weight was attached to her wrists by a short chain.
This meant that she could climb only with her legs, and would have to bring the plate with the egg on it down in her teeth. Below the ladder was a four-by-eight-foot sheet of plywood, for her to land on if she fell. Instead of a soft mattress, there were twenty sharp two foot long spikes that stood up from it.
The round wooden rungs in the ladder were all quite loose, and everyone was informed that if she dropped the egg, the sides of the ladder would be pulled wide apart, dropping her down onto the deadly bed of impaling spikes, to share the fate she had given the egg by dropping it.
This tricky maneuver was more dangerous than Amanda had guessed, but nobody had said it was going to be easy, and she was always a good sport when there was an opportunity for substantial gain. The promise of a huge reward made this such an occasion, and she was a very willing participant.
Ellen and Emily, the luscious eighteen-year-old twins, stood on either side of a large round clear plastic tank that was eight feet high and eight feet wide, and filled with water. The edges of the tank were flared outward and greased, to prevent anyone in the tank from climbing out.
The girls’ hands were pulled behind their backs, their thumbs tied tightly together with stout string, and they were lifted by a pair of burly assistants, still wearing their dresses and stilettos, and were thrown over the top into the big tank. It was sink or swim, and in either case the audience would have a clear view.
Their task was simple. All they had to do was tread water, using only their lean legs, until the others had all completed their tasks. Nipples told them that they would receive some assistance, but that only one could gain by it. This was a mystery to both of the girls and also to the audience.
The contest was on, and not too soon for the oldest and the youngest, who had the acid time bombs buried deep in their wombs, in the grip of their cervix. Amanda took time to study the problem and to plan how to overcome the dangers before she began her perilous trip up the ladder.
She kept her eyes up, refusing to look at the bed of two-foot-long spikes that would be her bed if she should completely fail. Ellen and Emily watched in relative comfort treading water with their shapely legs in the tank, as Marlene lifted her gorgeous legs. Wendy Lynn began pounding her fists into the mature woman’s large firm breasts.
The gorgeous older woman’s strategy was to get her strong shapely legs around the neck of the younger girl, but the teenager kept her arms up and was not going to allow this to happen. Wendy Lynn grabbed at Marlene’s exposed throat and dug her thumbs against the woman’s windpipe.
Her opponent got a magnificent leg lifted high and drove it like a battering ram into the teenager’s solar plexus. Wendy Lynn fell backward, slamming her buttocks, back, and head against the hard floor, with little balance because her lower legs were so tightly bound against the steel posts.
Marlene saw that this was probably how she was going to succeed, but it did not work this time. Balance was everything, and neither had much of it, due to their lower legs being strapped out of service. She was going to have to use her superior size to her advantage.
When she had fallen, the skirt of Wendy Lynn’s dress had lifted around her waist, revealing the young sex star’s spread crotch with the thin little panties, clearly revealing the outline of her damp vagina. She was a hot bitch in heat, and ready for action.
Marlene realized that she would have to allow the girl to get back up so that the young bitch would fall as far as possible when she knocked her over again. Also, she would need the girl standing to get her clothes off her. These spike-heeled shoes were a blessing because they would make the task of stripping the girl possible.
Meanwhile, Amanda could barely move with the heavy weight attached to her bound arms, squeezing them against the ladder. The cunning assistants had wrapped each of her hands around the other arm before binding them and tying the weight to them, effectively preventing her from using her hands to grasp the rungs to pull herself upward.
This assent would have to be all legs. Her ample breasts were squeezed against the coarse dowel rungs, which were loose enough to roll as she slid upward, pushing with her legs. She found that she could lift the weight nearly as high as she wanted, with some difficulty, but realized that by doing this she would wear herself out before she had reached the halfway mark.
As she lifted her foot from the first rung, the loose dowel slid slightly sideways and horrified her by dropping out of the unsecured ladder. She would have no difficulty in making the last step down, but she also realized how catastrophic it would be to lose any rungs higher up, and how easy losing them would be.
By the time she reached the third rung, her big breasts were taking a brutal bruising from being rolled over the rough wooden rungs, and the left boob freed itself from the silky dress as it flopped over the next rung. This was going to be harder than it first appeared, and much more interesting for the audience.
The baring of the marvelous breast revealed that the firm mammaries were collecting slivers, as were her arms, cheeks, and legs as she slid upwards on her difficult journey, also severely snagging her nylons whenever she moved her legs. The sight of the manipulative bitch’s combined difficulties brought an appreciative cheer from the audience.
CHAPTER 11
Ellen and Emily were having a harder time of it than they had imagined. Because of the short notice, they had not been able to train for this event, and although both had been strong swimmers, they had been too busy with their studies recently and had not been in a pool for some time.
They were desperate to get their arms free, and swam back-to-back, attempting through cooperation to get the bindings off their thumbs. In their struggle, they were kicking each other, which the audience found entertaining, but at last, Emily got the binding off Ellen’s thumbs.
Ellen now showed her real colors, by kneeing her twin sister in the stomach and leaving her to fend for herself. Also, the water in the tank was cooler than they were used to, and both Ellen and Emily were losing some of their energy as their lithe limbs were beginning to feel somewhat numbed from loss of body heat. The producers of this event had planned well.
Thirdly, they had never swum wearing a full-skirted dress and heels before, and the full skirts, which were floating out around their thighs, were a drag and a hindrance to full-leg movement. The heels were cutting through the water too easily, and not providing the lift they were used to in bare feet.
Emily realized she would be able to step through her arms once she got rid of the dress, and this made her more confident she could survive and win this competition. At least with her arms in front of her, even with the thumbs bound, she would be able to use her arms to keep afloat.
Wendy Lynn sat forward, grabbed at one of Marlene’s lovely legs, and was surprised the older woman didn’t kick her back. She pulled herself up and grabbed at one of the woman’s full breasts. Her hand made contact with the deep V at the front of the dress, and she jerked downward, knowing she was going to have to get the big powerful bitch naked.
Marlene quickly realized at the same time that it would be challenging to strip the girl with her feet once the youngster was out flat on her back, so she got her feet up around Wendy Lynn’s hips under the dress and caught her heels in the elastic waistband of the young girl’s panties.
With a jerk downward, the young girl’s delicate panties came free, ripping through the crotch and one leg, sticking to Marlene’s heel. The girl tore Marlene’s dress down over her hips and pulled desperately at the material to get it down over the threatening legs.
The audience cheered the highly aggressive efforts of the beautiful and voluptuous Playdude Bunrabs. Wendy Lynn managed to pull the big bitch’s panties with the dress, successfully drawing the garments over the older woman’s legs, partially confining them.
Now Marlene was naked down to within inches of her dainty knees and had restricted use of her long gorgeous legs. Quickly taking advantage of this situation, Wendy Lynn pounded her tight fists into the bigger woman’s belly and big firm tits, hammering incessantly.
Marlene screamed and lifted her dress and panty-bound legs so high she was able to bring them down over Wendy Lynn’s head, trapping the teenage girl’s slender neck between her powerful thighs. Young Wendy Lynn felt the sudden pressure being applied to her head.
Marlene’s legs were squeezing her ears painfully flat, and she screamed out at the top of her young lungs. As the pressure increased, the sound diminished, as her open mouth was firmly pressed into the moist sex organ of the larger woman, and she found herself kissing cunt.
This was not a new experience for her, but never before had she done this in a fight. She put her jaws and teeth to work, biting into the tender flesh of her opponent’s cunt, with the desired result. The bitch screamed and released some of the pressure on Wendy Lynn’s head.
Amanda was now on the eighth rung, with her feet in their high heels struggling eight feet above the stage. She was at the halfway mark. The progress she had made was at the expense of the lovely dress. The movement of sliding over the rough rungs, under the strain of moving the heavyweight, had pulled the lightweight garment down past her waist so that it lay over her shapely hips.
Slivers and larger splinters of the coarse wood had driven into the supple flesh of her breasts, belly, face, arms, and legs, and had broken off inside her, making her experience on the ladder horrifying. As the fine silk fabric snagged on one of the rungs, she pushed up another step, and the dress was history.
The light fabric dropped in tatters, fluttering down to lie beside the bed of spikes on the floor. Now at least she was freed from the expensive silk garment’s confinement and was able to move more freely. She gritted her teeth and struggled to move, knowing how precarious her situation had become.
The higher she moved on the horrible ladder, the more dangerous the game became. She knew that if she slipped now, the bed of spikes that lay below her would grievously injure her, piercing her body, and likely finding some organs inside her to damage. She looked down at them as they stood silently awaiting her impending fall.
She was a feisty bitch, and not about to give these people that satisfaction of seeing her fail, and all that was likely to mean. She would summon the strength and endurance to complete her risky task regardless of the hazards, as real as they were and growing in her mind.
Nipples went to a pair of control levers attached to an electrical box on the wall and moved one of them slightly downward. Just then one of the men yelped, and the shaft standing between his legs that was planted firmly in his asshole forcing him on tiptoe began to gradually move upward.
The audience was delighted to see that the man was potentially facing certain total anal impalement. They realized that before the evening’s entertainment was completed, not only the women on the stage, but also these men would likely become sexy naked human cadavers requiring disposal.
Ellen and Emily had both ripped off their encumbering dresses, which floated in the water without sinking or rising. Ellen finally got her thumbs free of their binding, but the struggle to do so had taken its toll, tiring her arms and legs. This was going to be much tougher than she had guessed.
Even free of the confining garments, both of the twins were now having a very difficult time keeping their heads above the surface of the water. The need for constant movement in the cold water was taking its toll, and neither was displaying the energy they did when they were first thrown in.
The audience delighted in the fact that the material of their panties was highly transparent when wet. It made their crushed pussies gleam pink through the water-soaked thin material as if the delicate female sex organs were embraced in transparent Saran Wrap.
CHAPTER 12
Just then the promised help came into view, in the most unexpected form. A tall and lean naked girl in her teens, hanging by a thin rope tied around her slender ankles and with her slim body greased, was lowered from the ceiling toward the center of the tank. The audience cheered at the original display.
As she was slowly lowered, the audience could see that the beautiful young girl in her mid-teens, totally naked, was more than six feet tall. She was still out of reach of the two girls in the tank, wearing only their panties and high heels, but she gave them reason to hope.
Wendy Lynn reached up and back until she got her hands on the only thing that she could get hold of, which was the dress crumpled around Marlene’s legs. She pulled and tugged desperately, and finally managed to rip the garment off, which freed Marlene’s legs.
The youngster was starting to smother in the grasp of the mature woman’s powerful legs and the pressure of the wet vagina that covered bother her nose and her mouth. In desperation, Wendy Lynn thrust both of her thumbs up into Marlene’s anus and pulled as hard as she could.
Her thumbs were hooked in around the gorgeous woman’s strong rectum muscle. As she pulled with all her might, she could feel the defenseless flesh ring begin to give, in little bursts as the tight rectal muscle began to fail. The young girl was rupturing her opponent’s asshole!
Suddenly the thighs released their hold on her head, and as her ears were uncovered, she suddenly heard the screaming she was causing. The anus ring Wendy Lynn was jerking on with all her might was rupturing, bringing Marlene excruciating anal pain.
Before the bigger woman could get her damaged crotch away, Wendy Lynn dug her teeth into the raw cuntmeat in her face, then pressing her fingers together, she viciously thrust her hand upward with such force her hand was thrust right into the injured asshole, and she quickly made a fist inside her larger foe’s colon.
Marlene jerked her legs down, and the pressure pulled the closed fist out of her asshole. Swearing as only a powerful worldly-wise woman could do, she quickly brought her knee up into the crotch of the younger girl, squashing and bruising Wendy Lynn’s young but experienced cunt.
This was the kind of sexually violent action the audience had come to see. The knee repeated its hammering motion into the youngster’s cunt, bringing a fresh bout of screams as it did considerable damage, driving the girl’s fuck shaft painfully back into her uterus with every blow.
Amanda was in trouble. She had now reached within two feet of the plate, but moments before she had nudged out a rung from the ladder with her big breasts. Then the fabric of her panties had snagged on the rung below it, and the thin panties were pulled over her thighs.
Next, as she had twisted to advance herself upward, the rung snagged on her panties was pulled out of its holes and clattered to the floor. This unfortunate happening created another two-foot step she would have to take on the way down. This whole situation was getting increasingly difficult. The audience loved it, and showed it with their cheers.
Finally, having lifted herself with great difficulty the level of two rungs, she had accidentally kicked out the third, leaving a huge gap she would have to get down past, without dropping the egg. Making matters worse, the errant panties had slipped down to her knees, and covering nothing, were restraining her painfully difficult progress up the ladder.
Her bound arms ached from straining, and she was no longer able to lift the heavyweight. It pulled her chest against the ladder so that her breasts were severely abused as she moved them up over the coarse wooden rungs. She was now sweating profusely and was breathing hard.
She had no idea how she was going to get the dish safely down in her teeth without breaking the egg. The terrifying alternative was too horrible for Amanda to consider. Had there been a chance, she would have withdrawn from this ridiculous competition, but now it was far too late.
The event was proving to be so dangerous she had little chance of completing it successfully, and she was now convinced failure was inevitable. As she looked down onto the awaiting gleaming spikes her sweat streamed off her forehead and ran into her eyes, stinging them.
Nipples now activated the second control, and as the first had done, the hydraulic shaft in the anus of the second burly black male boxer began to gradually rise inside him. The first man to receive this extra internal movement was now up as high as he could get on his tiptoes, and moaning in agony behind his gag as the merciless steel shaft thrust inside his colon, gradually stretching his flexible lower gut to the limit.
He broke into a cold sweat as he realized the imminence of it bursting through into his intestines, and the implication of them allowing that to happen to him. They expected him to suffer in this demonstration, that much was clear, but would they allow him to be killed in the process?
That was too horrible to imagine. Too late to do anything about it, he realized his death was exactly what was intended. He believed he had been engaged to perform a snuff as he had done so often before, not to become a victim himself, with his pierced cock chained to his cohort’s.
The slender girl being lowered upside down into the tank, gleaming in the theater lights like a greased pig, was now within reach, and Ellen and Emily lunged upward, grabbing desperately at her arms. She screamed as the rope tightened on her ankles with the additional weight.
Someone she couldn’t see tied off the rope. With the top of her head touching the water, her long hair floated out on the surface. As the twin girls in the water tried desperately to climb her, the thin rope stretched, pulling half the girl’s head beneath the water.
It was clear to the audience that the full weight of just one of the girls would completely submerse the helpless girl’s head and drown her. That was the twins’ trade-off for escaping the drowning tank. The audience saw with delight the genius in the design of this event.
In order to save herself, one of the twin sisters would not only have to climb the greased torso of the girl, pulling her down so far it would drown her, but she would also have to first kill her sister, likely also by drowning. The sadistic death-dealing event was unfolding as it should.
The twins both struggled desperately to get up onto the lowered girl, but each quickly realized that she was being severely hampered by the efforts of the other. In the cold water, there was no time for thought. Emily remembered Ellen’s heartless and selfish actions in abandoning her when she had her thumbs free.
With no remorse, the twin sisters each immediately turned their attention to the task of drowning the other. The two identical shapely young women struggling to drown each other in the deep cold water, wearing only their scanty panties and heels, was a sight the audience loved.
The lovely young ladies grabbed at each other’s hair and panties, and in less than half a moment they were both wearing only their high heels and thigh-gripping nylons. Bulging breasts were punched, gouged, and painfully twisted. Bellies were violently kneed and punched.
Ribs and firm round buttocks were scratched, and tender cunt meat was further tenderized with a severe battering, punching, and scratching. Heads were pulled and held underwater, and as the fighting ladies both weakened, Emily swallowed more water than Ellen, and soon she was also accidentally inhaling the cold fluid.
As they held each other underwater, the twin gorgeous nudes slowly sank, still struggling, toward the bottom of the deep pool. Emily’s head was pressed firmly against Ellen’s chest, and to express her revulsion and hatred for her twin sister, she dug her teeth deep into the tightly compressed tender tit meat.
The aquatic battle had taken a serious new turn from the time it became clear to both of them the only path to survival was to kill her sister. Both were prepared to do that to escape death by drowning. This fight was no longer a struggle to win; it was a desperate battle to the death.
The steel shaft suddenly burst through the wall of the first boxer’s colon and thrust deep into his guts. His moan of anguish burst around his tight ball gag. The audience cheered his obvious internal distress, knowing the fatal nature of the slow painful impalement.
THE ENE OF CHAPTER TWELVE