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Writer: Regis
Subject: ANOTHER WORLD, SO CLOSE TO HOME 1
Story Codes: Erotic Horror, Snuff, Young Ones
Synopsis: Three risk-taking young grade-three girls are convinced by their male teacher that there is more to life than going to school, that they should run away, and he helps them to do so. He makes them available to a secret club called the “Boom Boom Gun Club”, where they become part of its stable of youngsters to entertain its members by dancing naked on the runway. None of them knows what the teacher knows. The dance will end with them fucking the barrel of a shotgun, and taking a fiery ejaculation into their wombs that blows them apart, for the entertainment of the Club’s members and their guests.
Another World, So Close To Home 1
Lolita, Carnie and Cunnie were not their real names, but new names given to them by their grade 3 teacher Mr. Cunniling. He had convinced the girls that this was an opportune time for them to run away from home, because he knew of a place they could go where everything was taken care of for them, and where they could have endless adventures.
He had convinced them that the new names would bring them good fortune, and be a better fit for the things they would be doing to amaze and entertain the people who saw them as they performed. They weren’t sure what they would be performing, but Mr. Cunniling seemed to know.
At the age of 8 the girls felt moving on with this opportunity of a lifetime was worthwhile, with the chance to exercise their independence from controlling parents. What Mr. Cunniling was doing was giving them permission to run away from home, with somewhere he promised them they’d like to go.
He called it Girlie World, where young girls could do whatever nasty things they wanted during their free time, and do all kinds of exciting naughty things while they performed naked at the Boom Boom Gun Club. They all knew of it. The Club with the strange name belonged to a private organization located not far from where they lived.
To the best of their knowledge, children were never allowed to go into it, let alone adults who were not members, to see what it was like. None of them had any idea what it was about. They were mildly curious, but with no way to discover its secrets, there was no sense in pursuing it.
They remembered seeing it being built a couple of years ago, on the site of an old theater that had to be torn down. What had surprised everyone was how deep the huge hole was to make room for a basement. No buildings they’d ever heard of had basements that huge.
During construction the delivery trucks had brought what looked like a lot of insulation or soundproofing material, which was the kind of thing commonly used in a sound recording studio, or where there was a need to contain extra noise, but otherwise it pretty much looked like a regular club with a showroom.
They saw that one part was taking the form of another theater while it was being built, they thought they’d be seeing movies there. and were surprised at the amount and kind of insulation the builders used, that was almost like soundproofing. Once it was closed off, they couldn’t see what form it took inside.,
Big muscular men in shiny dark suits always stood outside the discrete front door, and they looked like guards, to protect the Club. They only admitted members, and nobody else, ever. It was the same when it first opened, and was called the Paradise Club, owned by the same group of people.
The girls, like everybody, knew it was a very special place, but had no idea why. There were rumors, of course, but nobody could believe all the terrible things they heard about in the rumors. From the outside it didn’t look like such an evil or dangerous place, but who knew what went on inside? That was the business of the members, not the public.
Apparently it had a large developed space in the basement, but nobody ever got to see what that looked like or to know what it was for. People were curious, but the walls had been closed off quite quickly, so from that point onward only workmen got to see what was inside, and they didn’t talk about it.
Mr. Cunniling had admitted the three girls into his special classes he called Advance Sex Education, which were so private he conducted those classes privately at his home every afternoon right after school. Only virgins were allowed to attend his classes.
These were real sex classes, where all the girls were allowed to get bare naked, and to maintain their virginity while they received special practical instruction, primarily by fornication through their rectums. The girls were soon expert in conducting anal sex.
What they received instead was oral and anal sex, and although they took in prodigious volumes of fresh semen, they knew wasn’t really fucking, and their teacher was careful while probing their vaginal vestibules to not put excessive pressure on their hymens, to ensure they remained virgins.
They had a nickname for Mr. Cunniling. They called him Mr. Cunnilingus, because he liked to lick and tongue their vaginas, and taught them that word for it. He was really good at it, and although they were quite nervous about such intimate contact with the mouth of their teacher, they soon liked it a lot.
He even licked their starfish rectums, but first he made them clean themselves really well before their class started, because real ladies always kept themselves, particularly their groin area, meticulously clean, he told them. He said it was very important they always acted like real ladies.
Mr. Cunniling gave them a rubber bag and a thin hose to use to give themselves an amana, or whatever he called it, but they didn’t want to use it. They preferred to use their personal flavored douche sprays, the kind they used to flavor their vaginas for when he licked them, and were right when they guessed he would like that better.
He had given them all peach flavored spray, because he said that was best when he sucked their pretty little peaches. The girls tried it on each other, and had a lot of fun spraying each other inside and out, and then practicing oral sex on each other. This was a great advanced course!
At the age of 8, Lolita, Carnie and Cunnie felt very mature, having run away from home with the help of their teacher. It was the kind of thing that seemed to happen quite often, with girls from several schools running away like this, and they felt they were joining an elite group of girls.
As it turned out, like the others who had run away from home, they had also quit school, although awareness of that took a while to sink in. After all, they were in the care and protection of Mr. Cunniling, and as a trusted adult he was giving them his full attention during their private sex classes at his place.
They had come to his home after school on a Friday afternoon, and it was already Sunday afternoon when the nice lady introduced to them as Ms. Clitring came and took them away in a big beautiful black limousine. Even though she was dressed very smartly in a dark suit with a very short skirt and spike heels, the driver was not.
The man wearing jeans, sneakers and a t-shirt that looked far too small because of his bulging muscles. He didn’t drive very far when he turned the limo into an ally downtown, then down a narrow runway that took them into an underground garage. They all got out, and another man helped him take the girls into the building down a long hallway that led into another hallway and then another,
Finally, they got to a big carpeted room without much furniture where the two muscular men told them to get undressed. Their tone told the girls what he said was not a request but a requirement. It was 85 degrees in the room, so the girls didn’t complain. They were smart enough to obey a big strong man with such a serious look.
When they were naked the men took their clothes and the nice woman called Ms. Clitring came into the room. She had removed her suit, and wore what appeared to be a cross between a brown leather girdle and a harness. Her large firm breasts were fully revealed and supported, as was her cleanly shaved vagina.
She looked stunning, even to the girls, in her spike heel open-toe boots with her bright red painted toenails. Leather straps crossed her hips and ran through her groin on either side of her bare pubic mound. Her vagina was open and appeared to have been masturbated.
Ms. Clitring’s cunt had an outstanding shape, standing out, and the pierced inner lips hung down, weighted by the heavy gold rings through them. Her stiletto heels now looked far sexier, and her posture was assertive enough to tell them she was in definitely in charge.
In her hand was a riding crop, with a 2-inch wide flat of leather on the end. A leather punch had been used to put holes in the flat, and the girls couldn’t yet know this, but what they saw was a particularly perverse medieval design, to increase damage to human flesh it struck.
The intent of the holes was that when the pad on the end of the crop struck flesh with a hard blow the skin would go into the holes momentarily, with the potential to produce blistering welts on naked female flesh. This was a formidable weapon, and the sexy looking woman they had at first thought to be nice appeared capable of wreaking havoc with it.
“Welcome to Girls’ World at the Boom Boom Gun Club, young ladies” Ms. Clitring said with a voice that showed more authority than friendliness. She slapped the end of her riding crop on the floor with words she wanted to emphasize, and the words had the desired effect.
“You’re going to love being here, because you will get to do anything at all I want you to, and since you have all proven you love doing the kind of things your parents would call very naughty and nasty, you’ll see we’re going to have an amazing time here together!”
“What kind of things will we be doing?” Cunnie asked.
“Ya, what will we need to do?” echoed Carnie.
“Really fun things,” was the answer. “You will start by being cuntail waitresses, which is how most of the girls here get started. A cuntail is appropriately named, and I invented it. A cuntail is a drink you serve to customers that comes out of your pretty little cuntlet.”
“I’ve never heard of that,” Lolita chimed in. “It sounds dirty.”
“The members of the Boom Boom Gun Club have developed some unusual tastes,” Ms. Clitring told them, “all centered around their liking for pretty young naked little, girls. They like bare-naked girls 11-years-old and younger, showing their round bums and bulging cunnies, like you are now, wearing only high-heeled shoe like mine.
“Cuntails are what they like to drink. There is a special liquid delicacy, a warm drink I developed at D-Ring Casinos when I was there, that they call Amber Wine. Girls who have not yet reached the age of puberty and so have no breast development and no body hair are waitresses at their Casinos too.
“These specially selected young girls work nude in heels, and have to drink lots of apple and cranberry juice to get their kidneys working so they’ll have to pee quite a bit. They also drink some light white wine, but not enough to make them tipsy or intoxicated. That would never do.
“The naked little waitresses have a slender plastic tube inserted into their little pee hole, and it is then pushed right up into their bladders. Through it, their bladder is filled with white wine with a wine bellows. While they’re mingling with the guests, their kidneys are active, and their own urine is slowly mingling with the wine they carry inside.
“The longer they wait before serving guests, the more of their own pee there is in the product they will serve. The longer they wait the more uncomfortable it becomes. You all know what its like to have to take a pee and you can’t, but you girls understand its all about the pleasure of the guests, not the discomfort of the serving girls, isn’t it.
“When a guest is ready, he or she holds a glass forward, a naked girl stands over it, spreads her thighs, lines her cunt up with the glass and then she pees into the glass. The longer it has been inside her the stronger it is, and more color it has. Isn’t that fun?”
The three girls giggled at the very naughty things Ms. Clitring was telling them, imagining what it would be like. They were certain she was just teasing them, to get a reaction. They liked hearing adults talk about dirty, nasty and sexy things. It was just a hoot.
“That would be fucking amazing!” Carnie squealed. Her high voice squeal turned to a sudden sharp shriek as the naked woman’s riding crop slashed accurately up between her open legs, the perforated flap striking the tender meat of the inner lips of her exposed virgin vagina.
“That’s the talk of a whore!” Ms. Clitring said, “you will all speak like proper ladies, not common whores while you are at the Boom Boom Gun Club!” Before they could move their knees together to protect their uncovered genitals, the riding crop quickly found its way to Lolita and Cunnie’s naked little pussies, providing them a shared experience, and there was a chorus of painful shrieks.
When decorum was restored, Ms. Clitring continued, over the tearful whimpers of the little girls with the stinging cuntlets. “We have a novel variation of that approach that does not require a catheter, as you will not have your bladders loaded, but instead you will simply produce your pee on demand.
“It will of course be virgin pee, as we use only virgins to do this work. You will have lots to drink, but no alcohol goes into you, just juice. Whether or not a client wants alcohol in the glass, he will indicate what he wants and you will add it from a bottle. It will be a virgin drink because of the source.
“I did this work when I was your age, and I can tell you how special it is. While working the floor I got to watch, as you will, most of the Club’s special brutal action. As I know you will, I found it very shocking the first time I saw it, naked young girls being whipped and much worse, but I got to understand that it’s really a natural thing, males destroying females, as nasty as it may appear. It made me piss, but we all have to urinate.
“They just act out the natural difference between males and us females, and once you get to understand that, you won’t puke when you see blood and gore, but that will come soon enough. In the meantime, just keep your noses clean, keep a smile on your face and your cuntlet on full display and you’ll do fine.
“Some girls get picked by the Manager to get sex training, so they can perform with one or two fuck studs, guys with thick and long pricks they drive with one going up your cunt and the other up your ass, but when you’ve been well trained, you’ll get to enjoy probing penises. At least most do.
“Instead of being bladder-loaded with wine, you will wander the Club with a bottle of alcohol in hand, each of you something different. Some will carry gin, some bourbon, some scotch, and others a sweet liqueur, each to satisfy the individual needs of the Club members and their guests.
“You will pour them a single or double, depending on their request. A virgin single has an ounce and a half pour, and then you will pee into their glass to fill it. A virgin double will have only half an ounce of alcohol, with the extra urine making up the difference.
“A virgin straight up means you will only urinate in the glass, with no alcohol, for those who like pure unadulterated warm virgin girl pee. That means not diluted with alcohol. Only members who have been here a long time prefer pure virgin urine to drink, and they love it warm, never on ice, served directly from the pretty vagina of their cuntail waitress. That will be you.”
The girls were fascinated by what she was telling them, not able to imagine that people could ever enjoy drinking their pee. Their excitement was growing again, because this was so very naughty, and they’d be doing what Ms. Clitring described. They discussed this new fun as one of the men brought a large box into the room.
It drew their attention, and when he put the open box on the carpet, they saw it contained girl-sized open spike heeled shoes. The heels on these were very long. They got to their knees and pulled out several pair, until at last all three girls had found a perfect fit. They stood in them, and realized wearing them to walk would require some practice.
The riding crop found their bare round buttocks, and they yelped as they stood tall in the new unusual shoes. This was getting very uncomfortable, and they wondered what they had got themselves into. They weren’t smacked like this at home, but Ms. Clitring seemed to be enjoying spanking them.
“Get walking, kids!” Ms. Clitring commanded them,” I need you all to practice until you walk like a lady. You can’t look like incompetent sluts when you walk! Turn frequently, and when you do be certain to lead with one leg so that your cunnie is regularly visible to the audience. They need to see cuntlet, it’s why they’re there, and you’ve all got what they want to see.”
The naked girls started to move around the large room with tentative steps. When one of them stopped to rest, the riding crop snapped against her bare round bum, she screamed, and then sprung back into motion. What had seemed impossible when they started began to impressively improve.
In less time than they thought possible the three nude 8-year-old girls became more adept at walking in the high heels, and in half an hour they were starting to demonstrate they were becoming comfortable in them. .The better they did, the less she smacked their cunnies,.
They were also getting quite good at flashing their cunts, proving that little girls can learn fast when necessary. Ms. Clitring was handed what appeared to be a professional camera, and she moved around the room as the girls walked with growing pride in what soon became confident strides.
She took high and low angle photos of the naked girls in their heels, to catch the curves of their slender hips, their shapely legs and their pouting, whip-slashed vaginas. She also found angles to capture the enhanced maturing form of their heel-lengthened shapely bare legs.
When she showed them a few of the photos, they were all surprised at the erotic arch of their bare feet, and the marked change and improvement in their posture, thanks to the open sandal-type heels. It amazed her to see how sexy the limbs of little girls could be.
She was confident that when it was time for these youngsters to perform naked on the runway before a horny crowd, the men and few women in the audience would all be eagerly masturbating just watching the nude children move, knowing the shocking surprise that was to follow their impudent show of unabashed pulchritude.
But that was looking ahead. For now, her objective was to make these beautiful little girls, so well recruited by their grade 3 teacher, into effective and entertaining nude cuntail waitresses. If any of them failed, they would be promoted directly to the runway.
The runway was the final stage of a girl’s career at the Boom
Boom Gun Club, and the youngsters were most efficiently utilized by delaying that phase for a while. That was just good economics, and the Manager always rewarded good economics. Doing so was just good business.
Ms. Clitring left the two men with the girls, telling them to teach them how to pour 1.5 and .5 drinks accurately. Girls who have chosen to become grade 3 dropouts are not always the brightest lights on the Christmas tree, but these three were clever well-bred cuntlets, had proven they could learn quickly, and all of them did.
The next chore for the young recruits was to learn how to turn on and off a stream of pee accurately, without pissing on the hand of the person holding the glass. All of the girls made unfortunate mistakes at first, and were thankful the riding crop had left with Ms. Clitring.
The two men teaching them surprised the children and proved they were long time Club workers when they eagerly licked their hands clean of the girls’ spilled virgin pee. Like all curious youngsters, the girls got the men laughing when they made sure to get some of their pee on their own hands and lick them clean to see what was so special.
After their last pouring lesson of the first evening the girls were taken to a large underground room with stout vertical poles everywhere, anchored to the floor and ceiling. Strung between these were dozens of hammocks, most of them occupied by nude young girls, many their age but some as young as six, and also others up to and some of them beyond 11 years of age, showing breasts.
Beside the foot anchor of each hammock were two large eyebolts screwed firmly into the poles. The three girls quietly got into side-by-side empty hammocks, and taking off their shoes, put the long heels through the steel loops, as they saw others had done.
This proved to be a very effective way of storage and keeping track of the properly fitted and nearly identical heels. Lolita, Carnie and Cunnie were proving to be bright girls, capable of learning quickly, and they felt pleased with themselves as they drifted off to sleep in their comfy hammocks.
THE END OF CHAPTER ONE