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Feature Writer: Regis
Feature Title: ANDIE AT THE DISEMBO CLUB 7
Published: 14.11.2024
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 7
The stewardesses moved through the aircraft, inviting the group of female guests to move to the rear of the plane. Andie grinned to herself, thinking of the days when blacks were required to sit at the rear of the bus. She was feeling much more confident now.
Any doubts about going into an unknown situation were replaced with interest and even excitement at the new adventure they were embarking on. They went through the doors at the rear of the aircraft’s main passenger area, and Andie was surprised at how big the remaining area was.
It had been converted into a spacious twenty-foot by thirty-foot exercise room, filled with the latest kinds of high-tech equipment. Against the sidewalls were several folded jump seats that could be used in an emergency by pulling them forward, should that be necessary.
There were lockers along the end wall with their names on them. Inside the lockers were clothes more suited to the warm tropical climate awaiting them. On a shelf in the private locker was a wooden lock box with Andie’s name engraved on it.
“Get yourselves naked, ladies, we’re going to work out!”
Andie was surprised by this since they were flying, but she knew better than to raise that as an issue. She disrobed, as the other young professionals did, and she got a look at how fit they all were. There was no excess fat anywhere to be seen, just the well-cared-for bodies of young professionals.
The women were asked to remove their jewelry and watches, which would be kept securely for them for their return flight. They wouldn’t want anything valuable getting lost during their stay at the retreat. Andie normally did not trust her valuables to the care of anyone. This was good.
When travelling, she would lock them in a hotel safe, but this was pretty much the equivalent. The last thing she needed was to ruin her valuable watch in a swimming pool or to lose her rings and pearl necklace in the sand. These people did think of everything.
Their exercise was not like anything she had ever done before. The ladies were required to spread their legs as wide as possible, lowering their bare groins toward the floor, and then to pull their ankles toward each other, keeping their legs straight, until they were at last standing.
This was not easy to do, and few of them managed to do it a fourth time. It pulled on the inner muscles of their thighs, and Andie realized how much her legs were likely to hurt the next day from having done this. She was one of only four who managed to make all four attempts.
The next exercise was even more unusual. They were paired up, and required to lie on their sides, facing each other, their legs opposite the other’s head. Then they were told to wrap their legs around the other’s waist so that their thighs were positioned to squeeze.
Squeeze they did, with all their might, attempting to get the other girl to submit, giving in. Andie found the squeezing painful, and she did everything she could to hurt the other young woman as much as she was being hurt. She wasn’t having any success, nor was anyone else.
The ladies gave it everything they could, and at last, they all had to stop struggling, as their inner thighs felt like they would burst. The spread and stand-up exercise had taken a toll on their inner thigh muscles, which was the intent, and they were losing their ability to squeeze.
“Well done, ladies,” the senior stewardess said, “You’ve given your fuck muscles a great workout. Men love to be squeezed with your things while they fuck you, and you’ve all proven you have the strength to give them a great ride while they pork you!”
‘Fucking shit!’ Andie thought, ‘I did all this just to be able to squeeze a dude fucking me with my thighs? I always do that anyway and am as good as anyone at that. When I guy fucks me, he knows he’s had as good a fuck as he’s ever going to get, I make sure of it.’
The clothing Andie found hanging in her locker was simple and looked very expensive. It included three very skimpy bikinis, a single blouse with a daringly wide-open front, and a micro mini skirt. There was also a single tiny pair of panties made of nearly transparent material.
The bikini bottoms were also minuscule, insufficient to cover the neatly trimmed pubic patch she always left above her otherwise cleanly shaved vulva and the meat of her vulva would be visible through them. Modesty was not part of what this was about.
Of the ten days she would be at the Club, it looked like there was only one day on which she was expected to wear panties. In a small box were some plastic large hoop earrings, bracelets and anklets, and a couple of colored plastic bead necklaces.
This was, she assumed, nothing but cheap costume jewelry, but the bright colors matched the colors of the clothes and shoes in the locker. Anyway, she planned to spend as much time as possible on that incredible nude beach, so the clothing was not a priority.
At the bottom of the locker were four pairs of very expensive high heels. These were legmen, as spike-heeled shoes were the single major accessory for the women. There was no question about how these people liked their guests to appear.
She believed she and these other gorgeous women were invited here to be eye-candy; a showpiece. She felt confident that she had the equipment to make the costumes provided look great, and when nude her equipment looked fantastic on its own.
Her remarkable appearance was a major tool for her to assert her power, and she had lots of experience with that. All of the female guests were drop-dead beautiful, as she was, and somehow that reduced her sense of power. That did nothing to make them likeable.
The landing gear bumped, announcing it was locked in the down position, and Andie realized the plane had been descending since they had entered the exercise room. They were about to land. So much was new that she had been too wrapped up in everything to have noticed.
In addition to that, she was feeling a strange sense of aloofness and wondered if it had anything to do with the delicious juice they were continually served. She had noticed none of the members aboard were drinking it, only the female guests like her.
“Take a seat, ladies,” the senior stewardess told them, “And remain seated until I give you permission to undo your seatbelts.” It was direction, not a suggestion. “We will not want you deplaning until after all of the members have left the plane. It is simply a matter of protocol.”
The ladies gladly did so, knowing it was unsafe to not be strapped in during a landing. Anything could happen, even with the best pilots in charge. Knowing what was coming, Andie did not want her trip to be ruined by getting herself hurt or worse during an unsafe landing.
THE END OF CHAPTER SEVEN