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Writer: Regis
Subject: CHICKS TO CHICKENS 2
Story Codes: Erotic Horror
Chicks To Chickens 2
Carla knew what happened to female sex slaves. After their owner tired of them, captive women were often forced into prostitution. Her head spun with that terrible thought. ‘God,’ she thought, ‘what if I were depended on making a living by fucking strangers? Clearly that’s the worst thing that can happen to a woman!’
During her hazing at the University, she and the other new recruits were all raped by the panel of fraternity boys, who reported to the sorority executive on their quality. Carla had been safe because she was a virgin, and there were none of those in the sorority.
To preserve her virginity, she believed, she had been given a row of coke to sniff, then had been raped anally, but when all of the fraternity boys had buggered her, the Dean of Residence had been given her as his personal conquest, and he brutally deflowered her to the cheering of everyone at that disgusting sorority party.
Two of the other girls got pregnant from the gang rape, and as part of the sorority tradition, had to have abortions. The well-known sorority took care of its members, but at a cost. One of the members was the illegitimate daughter of a woman who ran a house of prostitution
The Madam who was mother of the girl hosted a party at her bordello, and with fifty invited guests, who paid well to attend. She performed the abortions in the same way she took care of her prostitutes, also at such parties, getting them naked and aborting their fetus with a knitting needle.
That was all part of belonging to a sorority, and the girls all had to put themselves at risk to belong. It was awful, and almost cost them their education and their fathers’ generous lifetime allowances. Carla was certain there was a good chance she could be sold as a white slave.
If that happened to her, she was certain she could be re-sold, and there was a good chance she would be required to fuck strangers every night, and perhaps even do other dirty things with them. That’s what happened to girls of the night, girls of delight. The thought sent a chill up her spine.
An hour after the girls had been collared, the maids returned, this time carrying tweezers, towels, small pails of warm perfumed water, shaving brushes, lather soap and a box of Bic disposable razors. They gave the nude captive women total body shaves from the neck down, removing absolutely all of their body hair.
It was a treat to be cleaned, and the maids made the shaves fun, pampering the naked captives. The only part some of the women found objectionable was the removal of their pubic hair, but the girls, speaking fluent French, explained it was necessary; it was their orders; they were required to remove all hair below the collars.
They shaved the arms and legs first, then the hips, backs and armpits, then the fine hair along the spine and tiny light hairs from the tummy. Carla found the shaving around her pubic mound erotic, but the methodical shaving of the intimate crack around her anus was totally humiliating.
The lather was soft, the water warm, and the young maids gentle as they completed their task. They followed the body shaving with manicures and pedicures that were first class. These young women were very good, and had obviously been professionally trained.
For the pedicures and manicures four of the maids worked on a woman as a team. Two sat on a mattress side by side, their knees and skirts raised to reveal their genitals, with the nude woman sitting facing them. Each of the girls took one foot and pressed the heel against her warm pussy while she worked on the toes.
At the same time, the other two on the team worked on the captive woman’s fingernails. It was the most sensual, erotic experience Carla could remember. She had never been this intimate with another female before, and she found it pleasurable.
When the hands and feet of all of the women had been done to perfection and the nails brightly painted, the maids used food colors to paint the women’s lips, nipples and vagina lips a succulent warm pink. Carla winced with embarrassment and at the same time felt a twinge of excitement as her genitals were decorated.
Clearly they were all going to be displayed in public stark naked. She had never before willingly displayed herself in front of others, not even on a nude beach. The only exception had been at that sorority hazing. She wondered if she would be able to handle the embarrassment.
Carla had thought the maids would also do their hair, but instead they left the women again, and did not return for neatly two hours. When at last they returned, the captive were hungry, as they had been given nothing to eat or drink for several hours.
Carla was impressed at how well the food coloring lasted on their nipples, lips and exposed sex organs. She realized it must have a special bonding agent in it, and made a mental note to do some experimenting when she got home. She was always curious about such things.
As she was reflecting on the food coloring, Carla noticed for the first time a strange device leaning against the wall in the corner. It looked like a small metal framework, with a pistol attached. It was a curious ancient looking device, that vaguely reminded her of a crossbow, but there was no bow attached.
Also, the modern pistol seemed out of place, welded onto the framework. The other thing that was curious was the round disk of steel that sat over the gun. It was wide, with the edge away from the pistol looking as if it was very sharp. She had never seen anything like it.
The maids brought with them a large cart on wheels, that contained a pair of chests. The first contained fifteen strangely realistic looking masks that the girls were required to put on. They were hoods that covered their heads, with their hair rolled up on top of their heads completely covered.
That explained why they had not had their hair done. The hoods were equipped with fine feathers, a fleshy-looking comb on top like a chickens’, and a large upper beak. The lower beak was missing from the mask, so that the girl wearing it would have her mouth and chin exposed.
When Carla’s mask was strapped tightly in place under her chin, the eyeholes lined up perfectly with her eyes, giving her remarkable vision. The large upper beak covered her nose, cheeks and upper lip, but left her nostrils and lower lip free. She looked at the others, and was startled at how provocative they looked.
Their eyes looked like part of the mask. The match was excellent. Each mask had a bright red comb of latex across the top that was remarkably realistic. She was impressed at the expense their captors had gone to in order to mask these beautiful young women, who were all in their prime.
They now looked surprisingly like very sexy chickens! Bare naked female chickens. With this bold snatch of gorgeous young ladies, they had also lit a powder keg. She and the others were the daughters of some of the world’s wealthiest and most powerful men.
These terrorists, or whatever they were, had gone to great lengths and even greater risk to kidnap this incredible collection of gorgeous young females. Carla had no idea of their intentions, but she was certain they were planning to humiliate all of them, and treat them as mere sex objects.
That process had already begun. Once all the captive girls were masked, shoes were brought out from the trunk. They were costume shoes, and were quite extraordinary. They had five-inch stiletto heels, arching the women’s feet to the maximum.
These costume shoes, all bright yellow, were fitted with three black claws and a spur. When Carla put hers on she realized how much they made her beautiful feet look like chicken feet, while retaining their beauty. A quick glance at the other girls confirmed that this effect was standard.
They stood around like a bunch of plucked chickens. Highly erotic chickens, but chickens nonetheless. The other chest was opened, and out of it came great feathered capes. They were covered with feathers of different colors, and were quite extravagant.
Carla was glad at last to be able to cover herself, and she did so, hiding her nudity in the magnificent feathered cape. The lining was fine silk, and very smooth. It slid over her nakedness like her finest pajamas. She was surprised at its apparent lightness, considering the number of chicken feathers that were attached, providing a thickness that was not matched by weight.
The capes looked and hung as if they were much heavier, coming down nearly to her knees. The feathers were attached to an outer layer in a manner that protected the girl wearing it from feeling the quills. Carla bought her own clothing at the best shops in the world, and she recognized that the quality of these robes was excellent.
Instinctively she spun, and was amazed at how far out the cape swirled. The other girls repeated her action and were all spinning and giggled at the sweeping movement they caused in their beautiful capes. It did not take much movement to reveal their genitals.
Her eyes had by now adjusted to the dim light, and she realized the people sitting here for some time had no difficulty in seeing detail under her spinning cape. These capes had been as cunningly crafted as were the costumes of the young maids. Carla suddenly felt very sexy in her bizarre costume.
She always felt more daring at costume balls when she wore a mask. She noticed that in their chicken costumes, all of the girls looked the same. The only discerning factor was color of the cape. These very bizarre and risqué outfits provided the beautiful girls, stark naked under their capes, with a high level of anonymity.
As soon as the girls were used to their costumes, two men came into the room. One was a chef, complete with tall white hat, and the other was in the costume of a butcher, with a broad apron and a white cap. The girls were amused that these working class men would think they had any authority over them.
This all changed when the chef pulled his chopping blade from his belt, and the butcher produced a pair of long sharp butcher knives. In response the girls reluctantly lined up in front of a pair of large doors as they were instructed. None wanted to argue with the men bearing these sharp implements.
These frivolous females thrived on acts of daring and risk; that was what had drawn them to the casinos; but they were not stupid. They lined up as instructed by the chef, and listened carefully to his instructions. They were simply to dance, spin, and entertain the people waiting for them in the next room.
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The lights were turned off, leaving the costumed women standing in total darkness. Then large doors in front of them were opened. The young chicken-women were startled to see there was a large and luxurious dining room on the other side of the door.
The room was round, with fifteen tables set around the large hardwood floor that was the dominant feature. The tables formed a round “U”, with an opening facing the door she had the other girls used to enter. Over the center of the large group of tables was a magnificent chandelier, and smaller similar chandeliers hung above each table.
The tables were large, but there were only two couples at each, all on the same side facing the floor between tables, so that they had an unobstructed view, so that they could watch the entertainment. She had no idea what form the entertainment would take.
The lighting was not bright enough for Carla to see faces; the lights in the preparation room had too recently been bright, and she had not yet acclimatized to the lower light levels in the dining room. She knew that her vision would improve as she adjusted to the lower light level.
As instructed, the girls moved out onto the dance floor, and began their dancing. As Carla had guessed, the purpose of this exercise was to humiliate them, because as the girls danced, their capes swirled and revealed their nakedness beneath the covering of feathers.
The feathered capes were attached only at the throat, just below the shiny steel collar, and the swirling revealed not only their buttocks and painted cunts, but also their bare breasts. It would have been unbearable were it not for the anonymity that the masks provided.
The girls danced around the floor, presenting themselves at each of the tables, as they had been instructed. Carla heard squeals from several of the other girls, then quickly discovered why. She, as the others had done, recognized several of the people seated at the tables!
She had seen them at the casinos, or they were friends of her parents. What in the world were they doing here? Surely they were not captives. She was glad they could not possibly identify her with this chicken mask in place. Because she knew several of them, if they knew who she was she was certain she would die.
When she had passed by each of the tables, the girls were told to do the second pass. This time they were to reveal their breasts, and to squeeze them together and press them upward with their hands. Carla could feel her face go red as she stood before the first table, manipulating her full breasts with their painted nipples for the diners.
She noticed for the first time that the people seated had a scorecard in front of them, and they were all making notes. There was no difference in her level of embarrassment when she reached the last table. Everything about this exercise was totally dehumanizing.
For the third round, the caped girls were required to spread their knees, and use their fingers to pull open their vaginas, revealing their inner depths. They had been instructed by the chef to purse and spread their lips as they pulled at their bare sex organs.
Their instructions were specific: they were to put their fingers right inside themselves, stretching their naked cunts wide open with their slender fingers, to make it clear they were enjoying being chicken girls who were performing such gross sexual exhibitionism.
Carla did as was required, and stared off in another direction to detach herself from the obscenity of the required performance. That was when she first noticed the row of hooks along the wall, six feet above the floor, and wondered what they were for. There was one behind each table.
She felt as if her face was beet red. She noticed that the other girls looked normal, and wondered if her face was really red, or if it was just that her blood pressure was elevated with the embarrassment of the grossly outlandish behavior that was required of her.
For the final pass, each girl was selected by the people at three tables. A wine glass was presented, and the girls were required to urinate into it. This act was so disgusting that Carla could not imagine a more despicable event, unless she was required to poop for them. Her eyes roamed again, and again she noticed those strange hooks.
They looked out of place, bolted to the wall behind each of the fifteen tables, as if they were to hang something on, something large and heavy. A curious feeling came across her as she noticed the coincidence that there were fifteen captive women, and fifteen tables, seating 60 people.
It worked out just right, but she still had no idea what they had been brought to this place to do. The humiliation could only carried so far, but what was the point to it all? When she stopped her flow of golden urine into the first glass, she was startled once more.
The man holding the glass passed it to the woman beside him, and she took a sip. She passed it to the other woman at the table who also tasted the warm clear liquid. The men sampled her offering as well, and then it was time for her to move to the next table that had selected her.
After the same disgusting act had been repeated at the three tables, she moved to the wall where the entrance was, and was glad she was allowed to cover herself again. The doors opened, and a long broad cart was moved onto the floor. As it was rolled in, Carla was surprised to see it kept coming.
It was six feet wide, and proved to be fifty feet long. When its entire length was at last in through the door, the door was again closed. The long cart crossed the middle of the floor, and was turned so that it was parallel to the back wall. The covers were lifted off the low cart, revealing a huge bed of coals, fed by propane gas jets. It reminded Carla of a monstrous barbecue.
Now the most amazing thing happened: there was an auction. A man in a tall black had and a tuxedo with tails came into the room, carrying a riding crop in one hand a gavel in the other. His fly was open, and he sported a long up-curving erection, visibly pulsing with his excitement.
He went to a small lectern that was in the shadows by the back wall, and moved it to the well-lighted middle of the floor, in front of the long stainless-steel cart. Two burly boys with California tans, wearing only white loincloths, moved a small carpeted riser into the middle of the floor.
It stood beside the lectern. The riser was only four feet square, and four feet high, with six broad steps up one side by which it could be mounted. It was like a tiny ring, with no safety ropes, but a place where an exhibition could take place. She had no idea what it was for.
Carla noticed the two women who had collared her had now appeared, and stood quietly at each end of the line of captive girls. Her eyes bulged as she saw that the women held long coiled buggy whips. They looked to be fully prepared to use them on the line of captive ladies.
These women were now wearing silver swimsuits that had no more than a G string through the crotch, that parted rather than covered their vagina lips, and left their firm buttocks fully exposed. They held their whips out prominently so that all of the captives could see them.
It was clear that the young women in the chicken costumes were going to have to show real discipline, under developing circumstances, or suffer the consequences. Regardless, the naked chicken girls were going to be the entertainment, and their audience was ready.
One of the chicken girls was directed to step up onto the carpeted riser. One of the two women with whips uncurled her weapon, and swung it. The tightly braided leather whistled through the air, and snapped inches in front of the girl who hesitated in moving.
She quickly mounted the small platform and stood quivering, facing the tables. The auctioneer instructed the two boys to pluck the chicken, and the did so very effectively. Each of them grasped the hem of her cape, and with a snap, they jerked it down, pulling it from the single tie around her neck that had held it in place.
Now she was properly plucked, naked except for her mask, steel collar and taloned shoes. She pressed her knees together in embarrassment, and crossed her arms over her breasts. Suddenly one of the whips sung out again, this time snapping against her bare buttock.
She screamed and leaped a foot into the air. When she landed, she spread her knees, rotated her pelvis forward, and pressed her breasts up as she had done to display herself earlier. This proved to be more satisfactory, as the whip was once more coiled, but ready for action if needed.
The bidding started, and the beautiful young woman was humiliated once more as a price was established for her. She had never in her life dreamed of having a monetary value. She felt more than ever like a mere object, a sexual object for the amusement of these wealthy people sitting at the tables.
Carla knew her turn would come to be on the block, and was glad for the anonymity provided by the chicken mask. The bidding stopped at fifty-five hundred dollars, and the gavel fell. She turned and stepped off the riser, and stood with her head down, totally humiliated.
The butcher came forward, and commanded her to raise her head. When she did so, he slipped the curious small metal framework with the pistol attached against her collar, threw a small lever, and the device and her collar were suddenly locked together. They were made to fit each with each other.
Carla and a couple of the others screamed. They had seen the device earlier, and had now identified its use: There was a large metal plate that would be thrust violently forward by the discharge of the pistol. It was sharp along the leading edge. This was a decapitating machine!
Their companion was about to be murdered. Executed. Butchered. Carla could hardly breathe as everything suddenly fell into place. They were not decorated as chickens by accident. The long stainless steel cart with the glowing coals was, as she had guessed, a barbecue!
The reason for its exceptional length was that it was made big enough to roast all of them, all in one long row. She and the other gorgeous naked young ladies had been carefully selected, then captured and transport here to be displayed, killed and roasted as fucking chickens!
She watched with horror as the nude girl was made to climb back up onto the small platform, then turn and kneel toward the narrow steps. As she did so, the butcher kept his grip on the pistol, which was pointed toward her neck, attached to the ring encircling her neck.
Watching, Carla recognized that the pistol would not shoot a bullet, but that its charge would instead drive the sharp metal disk across the face of the girl’s steel collar, neatly slicing right through her neck. The pistol, neck ring and sharp flat plate was a fucking decapitation machine!
If the charge in the shell was sufficient, as she was certain it was, the disk would slice right through her neck and by doing so would completely remove the girl’s head, chicken mask and all! That was exactly what was about to happen, an intentional execution!
The chef told the girl to raise her head as far as she could, and when she did the collar cinched under her chin. In this position her breasts were forced to a point, looking as if they were being inflated from within. Suddenly there was a sharp crack, and Carla realized the gun had been fired.
The masked head, completely severed, slowly tipped and then fell to the floor, bouncing once on the carpeted stars. The girls watching the astounding execution screamed shrilly as the head rolled across the floor in front of them, then rocked back and forth as if nodding assent.
At last it finally came to a stop, the eyes staring straight at Carla. The masked head looked grotesque, as if a giant chicken had just been beheaded instead of a young woman in the prime of life. Their attention turned to the girl’s headless nude body as it slumped across the small deck and dangled over the edge.
Triple jets of crimson blood spurted out from the long neck stump, gradually receding as the heart ceased pumping. The beautiful young socialite was dead. There was something particularly shocking about the view of a nude woman’s body without the head.
Somehow it seemed altered, but still complete. That was the incredible image that came to Carla as she watched the last of the blood draining from the nude female carcass from the long stump of the neck. The portable guillotine, the neck-ring still firmly attached, had slipped off the slender neck.
The naked bitch’s body had dropped, and the butcher removed the steel ring, then turned the revolver to put a new shell in place. It was a large shell, sufficient to repeat what they had all witnessed. The two boys pulled a long steel shaft from under the cart, and horrified the girls as they raised the hips of the shapely female carcass.
They thrust the pointed shaft in through its rectum, and then forced the long metal pole right up through her, until at last it emerged through the neck stump. With one of them lifting each end of the shaft, they lifted the impaled body and carried it over to one end of the long cart. They flipped up braces on either side, then set the shaft on these supports.
The chef folded the arms along her sides, and used long steel needles to attach them to the torso so that they would not flop around. The headless girl’s legs were bent and her shoes removed, and her shapely lower limbs were similarly skewered into place like drumsticks, so that the nude headless girl indeed looked like a chicken ready to roast.
A switch was thrown, and the impaling shaft began to slowly turn, so that she rotated slowly on her spit over the coals. This was the most outrageous thing imaginable. What was happening was more horrible than any of the captive girls could have dreamed possible.
These Arab terrorists had no plans to hold the naked captive girls as hostages for ransom or for political purposes. Their kidnapping had been for the purpose of humiliating and then outrageously murdering them for the entertainment of these wealthy guests.
What was even more bizarre was that it looked like these people were cannibalistic, and that they were being killed to be eaten! That would explain why only healthy young women with impeccable credentials had been selected. Carla was not surprised to see that there was a fresh puddle of pee at the feet of some of the girls. They were all in shock at seeing what was happening here.
THE END OF CHAPTER TWO