ANDIE AT THE DISEMBO CLUB 5 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 5

Published: 10.11.2024

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 5

The screaming woman continued to writhe unincumbered, except for the neck and rectal clips holding her to the bench. She was sweating profusely as if the water was flowing right through her. In fact her screams were a reaction to the excessive pain she was experiencing.

The process of uterus enlargement that usually took several months was compressed into just several moments. She emptied her bowels and bladder from the unnatural internal pressure, fouling the floor, and had grown to appear to be a full year pregnant when the assistant finally turned off the flow into her with a control valve.

The clips of the pole spreading her legs and holding her neck in place were released, and with assistance from the men, she staggered to her feet, now at least sixty pounds heavier and with quite a different balance, with her center of gravity far further forward of where it had been half an hour before.

She tried to walk and fell. The men left her to struggle to her feet once more, and this time she was more cautious. A nude waitress climbed onto the stage with a mop and pail to clean up the spilt human waste, and when she was done, she sprayed deodorant on the damp area to remove any remaining repugnant odor.

The scenes that followed were of people enjoying the gambling lounge. “Often the F class girls who display poor performance in their assignments are required to participate in games of chance for betting purposes,” the head stewardess explained.

“They have learned it is to their definite advantage to exert themselves to the fullest when they compete. They only enter this phase of their stay with us when they have performed imperfectly. Their only chance to get past being an entertainer is to totally put out.”

On the stage, a pair of nude teen girls with athletic builds, probably age sixteen, were positioning themselves on their backs to mount their cunts onto opposite ends of a large double-length dildo. Each girl had a wooden handle strapped to each leg just above the knee.

When the device was firmly seated in each of them, a referee instructed them to grasp the handles on the other’s legs and try to pull the other girl further onto the device. This innovative game was both simple and elegant. It would also be quite painful.

People placed bets on which of the beautiful young nude girls would give in first. It was amazingly erotic to watch the girls bucking and heaving on the massive dildo, each trying to hurt the other to the point of submission, by hammering the end into the opponent’s uterus.

The delightful element of this competition was that it was a pain endurance contest as much as anything, because to inflict a blow on your opponent, a participant had to take one on the other end of the big staff slamming equally hard against her own uterus.

Andie was surprised to see that when one of the screaming girls finally released the handles and submitted, the other was allowed to continue the merciless pounding, pitilessly driving the big device repeatedly against the other’s uterus as if she were only smacking her bottom.

What she was doing was far more serious, and was putting the other’s reproductive organ at serious risk, simply for the enjoyment of the audience. This was an act of pure sadism, sponsored by the Club, and done for the entertainment of those watching this video.

“Submission is a display of unforgivable weakness,” the head stewardess explained, “And we allow or require it to be severely punished. When we move an F-class girl into the highly risky gambling games, you’ll remember it is only because she has performed imperfectly. We ensure she develops enough simmering hatred of her scheduled opponent to make the sport in which she participates interesting and suitably punitive.

“For a girl to feel she’s won, she must be able to do some kind of lasting damage to her opponent. When that occurs, she will feel the victory is more complete and the damage more memorable, which is critical to teen girls. Girls who win are favored, and get to fight again on the basis that they must eventually lose, which will eventually deliver the punishment they so richly deserve.

“When they are fighting for a public display, such as our frequent gambling competitions, we allow the girls to inflict whatever damage they wish. It doesn’t particularly matter to us whether or not the girls who participate are seriously injured, as often happens. The gamblers love to see that.

“After all, there are always fresh recruits arriving regularly at the retreat to replenish the cunt stock, or should I say replace them at their jobs.” That was a terrible thing to call the girls. The woman did not mention what happened to those replaced, and Andie knew better than to ask.

At a Club so private and controlling as this one, anything was possible, and she knew this was not a good time to ask about it. As a lawyer, she had developed the very useful ability to file away questions in her memory to ask at a more appropriate time.

When the submissive girl finally passed out from the violent internal beating, the referee dragged her aggressive opponent off her. She stirred as she was lifted and carried off the stage. She would likely fully recover and be able to resume her role as a serving slave.

She wondered about those who did not recover. Was this one of those terrible places Andie had heard about where girls were killed for sexual sport? That seemed to be a bridge too far, something so unlikely she wondered how she would have thought of it.

The next thought that crossed Andie’s mind was how far that enforced service ranged, and whether or not the young girls were used as sexual slaves as well. That was so likely that Andie wondered why she had even questioned it. After all, this whole thing appeared to be about sex.

The lights went up, the large bright screen went black, and the stewardesses served more of the delicious juice. Andie was surprised that she felt quite relaxed and not really very bothered after having viewed what she might under different circumstances have found quite disturbing.

She thought it must be that all of the others were calm and seemed to be accepting and that the treatment of those girls and that woman had no real carry-over into her life. She didn’t know any of them. She paid little attention to the things in life that did not affect her career or her leisure.

Because they meant nothing to her, Andie realized whatever happened to them was of no interest to her, other than for the thrill it would bring if the worst was what happened. She felt a lump in her stomach of both anxiety and anticipation. What else was she going to learn about this Club?

The people on the screen she had seen being punished and trained were not her worry, and she would never have to worry about them, since it was probably their own fault that they were now permanent slaves. The stupid bitches probably had it coming.

It was their lives they were wasting, which was of no concern to her. Her mind focused on the word “permanent,’ and she thought again about the disposition of F-class slaves who were replaced with fresh stock. The idea caused a brief shiver to run down her spine.

It passed because it was more curiosity than concern for them that made her wonder. If they had got themselves into an extreme situation, it was no skin off her nose. These F-class people had to take responsibility for getting into their improbable situations in the first place.

It was their fault they were not making something better of themselves in their lives. Besides, if they could not be extracted from their positions of servitude, there was no sense of burning energy worrying about them while she could be enjoying herself.

“You noticed, I’m sure, the physical qualities of the females in the F-class. They are chosen primarily for their physical charms and their trainability. All of the girls recruited are physically fit, beautiful, respond well to conditioning, and are well supplied with T&A.”

Andie smiled to herself as she heard the girl behind her whisper to her companion that meant tits and ass.

“They are constantly on display, and part of their function is to add to the beauty and stimulation of the Club’s retreat.”

THE END OF CHAPTER FIVE

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