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Feature Writer: Regis
Feature Title: ANDIE AT THE DISEMBO CLUB 2
Published: 07.11.2024
Story Codes: Young Ones, Abuse, Snuff
Synopsis: An uncompromisingly depraved fantasy — Andie was incredibly beautiful, smart, and knew how to work the system. She had a rising career in an upper-end advertising agency, worked out daily at a nearby gym, and used her well-developed sexuality to get ahead in business.
She made a great salary and used it to follow the jet-set around the world, making every weekend an adventure. She caught the attention of a very special group that called themselves the Disembo Club.
She had no idea what that meant but learned they collected and owned females, to do with them whatever they wanted, free of any restraints such as laws and morals. They had their island retreat, and Andie got to see first-hand the shocking ways in which they used their incredible collection of female stock.
Andie at the Disembo Club 2
On the screen, one of the boys, perhaps twelve, was wrestling with a group of smaller children, roughhousing aggressively. The physical contact with the other naked children stimulated him, and he stood back, grabbed his sizeable erection and was pumping on it furiously.
One of the men in the naked group grabbed a squealing nine-year-old girl and pushed her onto her hands and knees. He held the giggling girl forcefully in position and instructed the boy to mount her. Without hesitation, the boy got behind the girl and inserted his penis fully into her little cuntlet.
“Even play is filled with lessons,” the narrator said, “These children are preparing for life as adults, and the Club provides a rich environment for learning that can’t be matched in the outside world. As they enter approach puberty, the boys learn to sire aggressively.
“They learn this in a safe environment, using for this training girls between seven and ten, too young to conceive, while in the same exercise, the girls learn first-hand their abilities as well as their unquestioned duty to bring males in rutt a great deal of sexual pleasure.
“This occurs before there is the slightest risk of unintentional impregnation. In that regard, you could accurately view the men who have formed the Disembo Club resort as being a bit on the conservative side, at least in their family values and practicing safe sex, regarding the role of women.”
She winked at them with a smile, implying she and they all agreed or at the very least willingly complied with that line of thinking. The young professional women watching the video were startled to hear that strange justification for the aggressive rape they were witnessing.
They were equally surprised when after the boy, pumping hard, unloaded his spunk inside the little girl, he dismounted her and they both resumed playing with the rest of the children as if there had been no interruption. It all appeared to be perfectly natural.
The boy’s penis remained erect and continued to produce spurts and then dribbles of his thick semen, leading the ladies to conclude the male children too were taking Cialis, Viagra or something like that, as a stimulus, accounting for the lad’s amazing and prolonged semen production.
“In keeping with its move to freedom, the Club members have reinstated a firm, uncompromising class system, with the elite few who need to exercise their leadership forming the Alpha class. These men are in charge and have total control of how the Club is run, particularly regarding female roles and behavior. Most of the remainder of the members are Beta class, with their wives, mistresses, and both legitimate and illegitimate, unregistered children forming the Gamma class. They are essentially the worker bees, the cunts and cuntlets that we use and abuse at will.”
Before the camera left the group, the boy who had raped the nine-year-old grabbed the hair of a pretty seven-year-old, lifted her high, and brought her cuntlet down onto the head of his erection. The slick of his spunk on the head made insertion possible, putting her to work as a fuck toy.
The lovely little girl, clearly not a virgin, took him into her, carrying her full weight on the grip of her womb on his pulsing shaft. The sexual stimulant he was taking was showing its value. It had been less than five minutes since his last ejaculation, and he appeared to be ready again.
On the screen, the view now shifted to the interior of the hotel. It was lavishly decorated, with columns, marble floors with luxurious carpet borders. The camera dollied through an archway, revealing members who were fully clothed, enjoying what appeared to be fine dining.
The guests were seated in what appeared to be a show lounge attached to a gambling casino. Ample cleavage was visible at every table, and the striking legs of wives showed that skirts were particularly short. Upper thighs and hips were visible everywhere.
There were staff members in various erotic costumes, none of them using fabric to supply any modesty, but the most startling of these were the waitresses. These striking young women, mostly in their teens, wore the same spike heels the stewardesses wore, but little else.
They all wore a wide stainless-steel collar, and rings in their nipples and navel. Each of the young beauties had a tray for serving clipped at the base to their navel ring, and there were fine chains from their nipple rings to the outer corners, giving good support to the trays.
More startling was the large steel ring that pierced the outer pubes of their cleanly shaved vaginas. Andie had a small ring through her left nipple, and a similar gold ring through the hood of her clit. These were fashion statements, and nearly everybody she knew had them.
These young waitresses on the screen wore seriously thick rings, and the large ones that pierced both shaved sides of their sex mounds were bold statements not of fashion but of servitude.
“These girls are all slaves,” said the girl sitting beside Andie.
There was surprise but no judgment or suggestion of shock or disgust in her tone of voice. It was just a clarification of what was going through her mind. The others nodded in agreement but showed no sign of judgment. Andie made a mental note to check on that later.
She noted that she too felt no concern to see beautiful young teens working not as employees but as slaves. It was a bit exciting to see. They were only here because they wanted to not complete school. It was their fault, and they had to take the consequences.
According to the chief stewardess, they had all decided not to do well in school so that they could go on to university, and by doing so, they had created the conditions for their abduction. If they had the character, they would take full responsibility for their situation.
“In some jurisdictions, you might call them slaves,” the head stewardess said, “But we just refer to them as the F’s. As I mentioned, the first three classes are for members and their families. Managers and supervisors such as myself are in the Delta class, and other employees with less responsibility are in Epsilon.
“For this visit to the resort, guests like yourselves are also designated as Epsilon, with all of the privileges of regular employees yet without the obligation to work. You will be delighted to see that during your visit you will receive many special privileges. You will notice that everyone at the Club, male and female, and very attractive physically. We pride ourselves in recruiting only outstandingly beautiful people to work here. You will notice we have the same standards for our guests.”
The girls grinned at each other and chuckled in agreement.
Andie and the others watched the screen in fascination. A gorgeous teen waitress was serving a family table with drinks from her tray.
“There is, of course, the other broad class that is too low to rate a Greek letter. These are the permanent residents, the F class, such as the waitresses you see, that you think of as slaves. It comes from the early school system, where F was the lowest grade attainable, indicating failure to rate a higher score. It is reserved for those who have no possibility of advancing. The bartenders, cooks, cleaners, and other service people are mostly F class as well.
“We don’t require university capability in our F class, because their work is at best menial, and we in the Epsilon class do their thinking for them. All they need to do is look good, do what is assigned, and keep from getting in trouble to continue and progress.
“All non-members are lifelong employees, as I am, we never leave, but the F class, like the waitress and other menial workers, are rigidly controlled, and follow a strictly enforced regime of discipline. We will see a particularly explicit example of discipline on screen in a few moments. The F class is critical to their operation. You can’t have a top class without a bottom class to offset, support, and serve it.”
‘That’s Fascist thinking,’ Andie thought but kept silent with no sign of approval or disapproval. ‘I can live with Fascists, as long as they’re filthy rich and like to fuck!’
THE END OF CHAPTER TWO