ANDIE AT THE DISEMBO CLUB 3 by Regis

Disclaimer: The following is fiction. The story’s content does not represent the writer’s beliefs, opinions, or attitudes. This story is intended for adult entertainment only. The characters and events depicted in this work are fictional. The author does not condone or promote unlawful activity as the story describes. By continuing to read this work, you acknowledge that you are an adult who wishes to read works of fantasy and fiction for the purpose only of fantasy. All the characters in this story are adults. They may play different ages for the fictional character they are depicting, but they remain at all times adults.

Feature Writer: Regis

Feature Title: ANDIE AT THE DISEMBO CLUB 3

Published: 08.11.2024

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 3

“Proper training of young recruits from the outset is very important for successful employment here,” the head stewardess told them.

On the screen was a special training class in a gymnasium. The female students were naked, and this was not a standard energetic workout.

Eight girls who were fourteen and fifteen years old, wearing only their collars, permanent rings and high heels, were strung together, one behind the other, held in line by a chain running between their legs, linking their large freshly placed vagina rings together.

Two F-class women were putting the squealing girls through their paces, establishing skills in walking in the very high heels they wore. It was clear these gorgeous teenage girls were new “employees’ and were not used to walking in these extremely high spike-heeled shoes.

The women who were their trainers wore the same collars and rings, but instead of shoes, they wore thigh-high boots with spike heels. The boots had flared tops that folded over, and they looked incredibly erotic in them. Those incredible legs would wrap well during a fuck.

They also wore the large steel rings piercing their vulvas, a mark of F class, and Andie wondered if the Epsilons had such cunt-rings as well. She expected to find out, as she presumed the Epsilons would also appear naked, showing their pierced vulvas to passersby.

The voluptuous female trainers with their large breasts in their erotic boots used riding crops to keep the teen girls in line, slashing viciously at their full breasts as well as their round buttocks and shapely legs if they showed any hesitation or wobble on the high heels.

The laughing women, slashing from time to time, just for the fun of it, at the young girls’ exposed hairless vaginas, were enjoying the severe training session as much as the squealing young girls were not. This was a sport for them, a break from their otherwise likely mundane lives.

“The F class are the foundation of the Club, and without them, the whole organization could not properly function. They are of course not paid, as they have absolutely no rights, and, living as if they were slaves, will no longer have any use for money.

“Everything they will ever need is provided for them, and their only opportunity in life is to progress through a subtle ranking system within the class. As they mature, and if they require little discipline themselves, they may eventually rise to the level of trainers.

“No matter how their humble lives go, they will live them out at the resort, with no possibility of release. Of course, all of that, as unfortunate as it is for the young ladies and boys who joined our group as F-class citizens, is simply a security issue. If they are never released, they will never talk.

‘That’s an understatement,’ Andie thought. ‘They are the disappeared, missing and never found.’ She was a bit surprised that she found the idea of such total control over others to be exciting. Her life was not one of planning, other than career acceleration.

She always lived only for the moment, and longed for the wild weekend getaways every week, always seeking new thrills, just like thousands of other young single female professionals, whose only commitment was in satisfying their yearning for adventure.

Before this moment, she could only dream of anything so outrageous, daring, and totally over the top. Going back to work after just ten days would be a total downer. These people had taken the world’s balls in their hands and were twisting for all their might.

“The F class is recruited from grade nine and ten school students on the brink of running away from home. Every month several dozen are quietly evaluated, and those who meet our high standards are brought under our control and are shipped to the Club’s private resort. The resort is our destination today. Occasionally an adult is selected, if he or she meets the requirements as they arise.”

The young professional women listening to her revelations were speechless as she revealed so much about the scale of the operation.

“Right now there are two dozen new recruits for the F-class travelling with us, they’re down with your luggage in the hold. They are not uncomfortable, as they are bound to their hammocks, and are heavily sedated for travel. After all, we don’t want them to begin their exciting life with us with an unpleasant experience.”

‘My God,’ Andie thought, and heard herself audibly gasping, ‘this plane is serving as a slave ship!’ A new thought struck her, one she had not considered. ‘Oh,’ Andie thought, ‘and what about us? Are we being abducted like those school girls?’

Then her mind grasped the significant differences. The captured girls were schoolgirls, and she and the rest of the young women in her group were professionals, and at the minimum had an undergraduate degree, were openly invited along on this trip, and were travelling first class.”

Andie found something disturbing that she could not immediately identify, and then with a start, she realized what it was. If every flight in each month had two dozen new recruits who had been abducted to replace others, what happened to the others if they never left the retreat?

This bothered her, but there was too much else to absorb to worry herself about this at the moment. This Club was so amazing she was having trouble getting her head around it, and all of the ramifications of what she was hearing. It was hard to comprehend but fascinated her.

“I notice the look of concern on your faces,” the chief stewardess said.
Andie realized she was not the only one to feel a twinge of doubt.

“I don’t blame you for showing some apprehension, but we must give you a full sense of what we are about. After all, you can only make the most of it if you are to take full advantage of the remarkable holiday we offer. We pull no punches, so you will want to know what this excursion and the Club are all about if you are to feel comfortable while you are with us as our guests.

“There must be a balance in any successful society, and in the micro-society we have formed, the founders determined that to achieve full freedom at the top, it is necessary to create a constrained group who are completely subjugated as a bottom strata. That is how all of the great societies have been in the past and will be in the future.”

She paused for effect.

“You are not like them, but are instead among the privileged.”

She winked at them as if they were sharing a secret. What we have is special, and you’ll see why.

“The difference between what we have created and most societies is that those at the bottom of most tend to be impoverished, whereas in our organization even the very least of the F class has sufficient food to remain healthy, good medical care and a comfortable place to sleep.

“They are also provided with great shoes and properly fitting collars, the only possession they are allowed. No other clothing is necessary or provided. That is a benefit of having a tropical site for the Club. That and its remoteness means we are not bothered by ordinary laws.”

The young professional woman seemed to relax with her words, so she continued. “You may wonder what might be expected of you in return for this free trip and the special treatment you will receive as guests. That’s a fair question and one I expect to hear.

“The answer is that some of you may wish to participate by assisting with the entertainment and the gambling. The members would be delighted to have you participate, only to the level you wish. I’m sure you ladies are used to taking on more than the obvious.

“But more of that later; there is so much more for you to learn about this wonderful Club and the opportunities we are presenting. There will be plenty of time for that once we land, and that won’t be long, but I promised you there would be a demonstration of how we handle discipline.”

THE END OF CHAPTER THREE

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