ANDIE AT THE DISEMBO CLUB 10 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 10

Published: 17.11.2024

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 10

“That was quite easy, really, even for the pig.”

Karen had to agree that, despite the squealing, what he said was true. The only tough part for the pig was anxiety at having its legs bound and its ass hauled high in the air. They had the technology to make the event much less pleasant for the pig, simply by dragging out the slaughter.

“The next step is to clean the carcass out, and then prepare the cuts we want.”

He looked around at the group of wide-eyed women with a cunning smile.

“For bacon, we will need to make lots of cuts. Who would like to help out?”

Karen started to step forward, but another woman, an English bitch who had come in on another aircraft, beat her to the punch. Karen recognized her as having been at the Club’s retreat before, and she had been in the recruiting class with her, so had also missed the farm trip last time.

The cunt had a really stupid name, that sounded like a boy’s name, but it was just like the British to give stupid names to their kids as if they were better than anyone else. She had Andie’s number, and she would make sure it would come up sooner rather than later.

Butting in on her just now sealed it. Nobody ever did that to Karen and got away with it. The farmhand with the knife handed it to Andie, and she turned to pose for the others with it, showing off the bloody blade as she looked at them with a smug look.

She caught Karen’s eye and raised an eyebrow before turning to the hanging pig and the task at hand — she hesitated.

“Think of it of someone you don’t much like, another bitch don’t need complicating your fucking life. Perhaps it’s someone here,” he said, pointedly.

With just the slightest pause, Andie plunged the blade into the side of the animal. Karen heard the sound of steel slicing into warm meat, and she watched as Andie withdrew the blade. It was now covered with blood to the hilt.

There was little bleeding from the stab wound, however, and she surmised it was because by now the animal was nearly drained.

“You’re new at this, aren’t you?” Mr Enis said, “We can’t slice our cuts until the carcass has been cleaned out. It needs to be gutted”

The others chuckled as Andie blushed. She hated to be corrected, particularly in public.

“That blade is very sharp for cleaning.” he said, “Just reach up and work the tip into her vagina, then pull it down the belly without too much pressure. The idea is that we want to open her belly without slicing her entrails, so don’t push the blade in too far. If you cut open a gut inside the animal while cleaning it, you can contaminate the meat. The simple thing we need to achieve is to get the insides out into the bucket, leaving the carcass clean and ready for cutting. Now let me see you disembowel her.”

That was a word that caused a reaction, but the impact was measured. When Andie hesitated again.

“Imagine there is someone here,” he said, “One of the women that you don’t like, who has just been strung up here but is still alive. Let me see what you would like to do to a hated woman if you were allowed to.”

Karen watched with a critical eye as Andie worked the tip of the blade into the young sow’s vagina, twisting it for effect as she did so, glancing up at her, making direct eye contact, and then she began making her slice down the center of the stretched belly.

Following the advice of Mr P. Enis, she imagined it was Karen hanging there naked and strung up by her heels, taking the blade into her cunt, and having her belly ripped open. She imagined the delightful screams of the beautiful young American cunt. How she would love to have the bitch strung up like a pig and opened!

She suddenly felt an orgasm coming. Wanting not to falter, Andie took the large knife in both hands and pulled the blade down along the seam of the young sow’s belly. Karen wondered which woman Andie had picked for her fantasy. ‘I’d butcher that English lawyer sow in a minute’, Karen thought. ‘I’m certain these guys are now just conditioning us to kill each other.’

Andie stood back and was surprised the deep gash she had made from cunt to sternum on the pig had not released its viscera. One of the hands took the knife from her, then told her to pull the belly open with her bare hands, as if she were gutting a hated woman alive.

“The body stretched tight like that usually keeps the guts and organs safe inside them” Mr Enis explained, “You have to get them out before we can test the girls at cutting fresh bitch bacon with the knife.”

His use of that word was no accident. He wanted them to think ‘woman’ as they cut the meat.

Andie pressed her fingers into the slice she had made, and when she pulled the pig’s belly open, its light-colored tube of gut slid out cleanly, followed by its organs. The farm hand used the blade to expertly release the organs’ attachment to the carcass, and the empty pig was now fair game for the next part of the demonstration.

Several of the other girls were given a chance with the knife and were given fair warning first.

“Watch this blade, it is extremely sharp. We realize you don’t know too much about anatomy, so it is designed to slice easily through bone as well as flesh. We just want to ensure the cutting isn’t into the lady wielding the blade! A professional butcher would kill for such a knife.”

The girls giggled at his joke.

“We don’t want any of you to be hurt by accident.”

Karen was sure they would all get the chance to hurt each other willingly when the Club’s members were present to enjoy the spectacle.

She speculated there would be some serious gambling worked into it somehow. That would be the very point. She also believed the outcomes would be very serious, and quite possibly fatal for some of them. That was most likely why the Director of Events was conditioning them to the violence of killing and evisceration.

Karen could not believe she was being so calm about such a prospect. There were several of these cunts she would not mind getting it on with, and was just as certain she would like to do them real violence to change their lives forever. Would she be capable of killing one of them?

‘Why not,’ she thought, ‘I don’t know any of them personally, and the only laws at this retreat are the ones that please the members. Whatever I do will be left behind when I leave this idyllic place. Nobody at home will ever be aware that I used a knife to intentionally kill another woman! As this develops, I’m now certain I’ll get to do that!’

As she recognized her reaction, it surprised her that she was looking forward to murdering another human being, most likely one of the ladies in her group. She felt no guilt about her thoughts and also knew that kicks would be amazing.

The girls all had a turn with the knife, stabbing it into the hanging meat with growing enthusiasm. It was a neat release, and as she drove the blade into the carcass, Karen realized she could easily convert that bitch Andie to meat with no regrets.

Making that British bitch nothing but meat would be an improvement. Meat has no ego. That would certainly be an improvement. She hoped these people were not just messing with them, but would allow them to convert some of these cunts to dead meat.

One by one, the other pigs were strung up, and with the women having demonstrated they were over their initial jitters at dealing with gore, the men allowed them to go directly to the next level: they were permitted to gut the three remaining pigs and two piglets alive. Mr P. Enis was pleased to see they willingly did just that.

Without draining the animals first, the exercise proved to be bloody, and the frantic squealing from the terrified animals was matched by the excited squealing of the naked young women. With every slash and plunge of the sharp steel blade, the ladies’ enthusiasm grew.

These blood-spattered nude women were wallowing in depravity that perfectly conditioned them for the sport they were to provide at the Disembo Club. They were all ready to proceed, and right on schedule. Karen felt a special thrill when she saw Mr Enis nod approvingly at the ladies’ disgusting behavior.

Now she was certain she would get to fight some of these bitches, and at the very least, to do some serious damage. Little did she know that fighting them was the least of what was expected of her, and more surprisingly, of what kind of open debauchery she would willingly participate in. She and the others were being conditioned to do the unthinkable.

The pigs were sacrificed to prepare the women for what they would soon be expected to enthusiastically do to each other, for the entertainment of the Disembo Club. There was no way they could understand that the sole purpose of the Club was reflected in its thinly disguised name.

This was a retreat with a specific purpose. It was a place for the Disembo Club members to enjoy watching these spectacularly beautiful and intelligent women at the peak of their fitness and ability, naked and willingly sharing a visceral experience, by disemboweling each other, alive!

THE END OF CHAPTER TEN