ANDIE AT THE DISEMBO CLUB 12 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 12

Published: 19.11.2024

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 12

When the obscene genital display dance and betting were completed, Bonita and Heidi were asked to sit on the floor facing each other. They did so, shooting each other killer looks as the padded leather cuffs attached to chains were placed and tightly secured over their ankles.

Then, one of the waitresses placed steel-studded cuffs on their wrists, but these were not attached to cables. Finally, another waitress brought a pair of long bamboo poles, each with a small leather ball on one end. After she gave them to the two girls, Mr P. Enis, which sounded like penis, signaled the man in the booth, and the motors again quietly whirred.

This time the chains tightened, drawing the ankle cuffs back up toward the ceiling. The two nude ladies’ legs were pulled up and apart, and then their torsos were lifted, and as they were raised in the air hanging upside down, they were startled that this position had them facing away from each other.

As they were drawn upward hanging upside down by their widespread legs, Mr. Enis explained the game they were about to play.

“Ladies, you have given us all an outstanding display of the target for tonight’s little competition. It is your genitalia, more commonly called your cunts. The object of this joust is to batter your opponent’s vagina. You want to continually strike the other’s sex organ with your pole until it swells to the size of her breasts and eventually bleeds. There are no rules, and the game is not over until one of you gives up by ceasing to swing your pole at the other young lady’s cunt. Are there any questions?”

There were none. This was a new game for the Club, and the members could see it was going to be incredibly brutal.

“Unless you are instructed otherwise, you are to continue to batter her even after she has given up. You will quickly see it does not pay to give up. Now if you twist your torsos you can get in a good lick at the other lady, but the approach that will win the game for you is to pull yourself up until you can swing between your legs to strike between hers!”

Audra’s hand went to her groin as she understood the energy required to play this game, and the danger. Each girl would be putting her face at risk by rising to strike between her legs. It would be like doing the ultimate sit-up, over and over again. They would both be putting incredible strain on their tummy muscles to comply.

They would have to continue reaching up and smashing their pole down until the opponent gave up. This game was hot! It was a very good thing that these two remarkable nudes were highly fit because this competition was going to be a real test of endurance.

The audience was very quiet when the competition started, eagerly watching. The two women grunted loudly as they strained to double up and whack at the other’s vagina with their poles. The other dominant sound was their screams when a blow was delivered.

What Audra found interesting was how this outrageous game resembled women’s tennis; the scream from the lady delivering the blow was as loud and sharp as the pained screech of the woman whose cunt was struck with a slamming blow from a pole.

It was an incredible sight for the audience and the other ladies at their tables to see these two businesswomen dangling nude by their spread ankles, straining, grunting and twisting to as quickly as possible, do as much damage as they could manage to their opponent’s cunt.

The first thing the two nude combatants discovered was that it was much less taxing on their strength to twist around and smack the other girl’s sides. If the other was twisted around when they struck, the poles could also get good access to their bellies and breasts.

By pulling back on their shaft, they could also use it to butt the other with the firm ball on the end, which was small and hard enough to bruise the bitch if hit with sufficient strength. What Heidi learned was that she could also wear her opponent down with the body blows.

Although blows anywhere else on the body did not contribute to the direct cunt beating, they did give her an advantage. It was interesting to watch these intelligent women develop their strategies: the Hispanic went for producing early and brutal vagina damage, while the German was looking at a longer-term strategy of enduring the battering to her cunt while wearing down her opponent with body blows.

Heidi frequently pulled herself up and lashed viciously at Bonita’s genitals between her spread thighs, but for every whack at the cunt she twisted and delivered three telling blows to the torso. She was attempting, with some success, to crack ribs to reduce the strength of Bonita’s blows to her.

The ladies were glistening with sweat and breathing hard from the exertion as the battle progressed, and the floor below them was soon wet with their perspiration. As Bonita tired, she began using more of the twisting blows at her opponent’s body, and Heidi was experiencing more painfully cracked ribs.

Just as Heidi was winding up, she struck a lucky blow and slammed the German woman hard across the upper belly, driving the wind from her. Watching for Heidi to twist again, Bonita repeated her earlier success, this time striking the blonde bitch’s lower belly.

This second belly blow produced another effect that brought a laugh from the audience, as Heidi produced a fountain of urine that spurted high vertically, then descended to shower her in her own warm amber acrid liquid. Heidi was furious, and watching for her chance, caught Bonita a similar belly shot, producing the same liquid shower response.

As predicted, the ladies’ genitals swelled up severely, and soon both of the battered cunts were also bleeding, but neither woman gave the slightest hint she was about to give in. What was apparent was the fatigue that was setting in from struggling at such a difficult task in the tropical heat.

Although the building was well airconditioned, the cooling machinery was always turned off for a show to ensure a high level of sweat among the combatants and to make every sound they made during their struggles audible. This was, after all, pure, unadulterated adult show business.

Although both of the naked suspended cunts were tiring and were taking double the time to get up into position to strike between their legs at the exposed genitalia of their opponent, Heidi at last made a herculean effort, and when she pulled herself up she held her position.

This strained position allowed her to hammer repeatedly with her long shaft at Bonita’s swollen cunt. The length of the shaft gave a terrific mechanical advantage, and each violent blow pounded down onto the ravaged female sex meat with the end of the slender pole travelling at nearly one hundred miles per hour.

The result of the repeated battering was well worth her effort, as it resulted in a quick triumph. Bonita’s battered beauty began to bleed, the end of the shaft striking her dribbled a thin trickle of blood as it was lifted, and splattered a thin but visible red spray as it struck on the return blow.

Bonita’s screams redoubled, and she dropped her pole. Heidi dropped back down to hang by her ankles, completely exhausted. She breathed deeply, glanced at the Director of Events for a signal, and since none was given, she resumed the beating, this time by twisting around.

She was still able to strike the Hispanic’s injured cunt, but she also hammered her sides in an attempt to bruise and crack some of the cunt’s ribs, and perhaps also inflict additional damage to her kidneys. That would be so sweet, as she would long remember who got her.

One of the things the Club knew well about women in combat was that, unlike men, winning was never enough. They had to injure and deface their opponent, displaying no hesitation in causing permanent damage so that the bitch who was trounced would long remember her defeat, as well as who had been the brutal battle’s victor.

Bonita lost control of her bladder again and emptied it while giving herself a substantial hot shower. Heidi continued the vicious beating until she could no longer deliver effective power to her blows. She had hammered her opponent sufficiently, as Bonita had passed out.

One of the waitresses took Heidi’s pole as the two nude and battered women were lowered into puddles of their blood-stained piss on the floor. They had both put on an outstanding show of violence, and the crowd was pleased. It had not been everything they had hoped for, but their remarkable battle was only the opening act.

THE END OF CHAPTER TWELVE
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