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Feature Writer: Regis
Feature Title: ANDIE AT THE DISEMBO CLUB 8
Published: 15.11.2024
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 8
Karen knew better than to refuse a suggestion by Mr. Well, the General Manager of the Disembo Club. She had missed the visit to the Club’s farm, its source of fresh food, on her last visit because of some special training related to her becoming a recruiter.
She was proud to have invited seven of the girls arriving in this present group. They had been at the Club’s extravagant retreat for three days and had worn mostly the string bikinis provided for them by the Club and spike-heeled shoes even at the pool and on the beach.
Mercifully, the beach had a ramp that ran right to the water’s edge. Walking on sand in heels was a bitch, but the Club preferred the girls wear them everywhere. Mr Well let the girls know it would be better if they left any clothing and jewelry in their rooms.
He explained it could get quite messy at the farm, and they would have to shower frequently, so the full-breasted young women were stark naked as the group set off aboard two of the Club’s luxurious open-topped omnibuses.
Karen nodded to the three others who had been in her recruitment training group last time. She also noticed that four of the new guests were not in the group. They must be in another training session, she guessed. It looked to Karen like the Club was accelerating recruitment, for some reason.
Mr. Peter Enis, the Club’s Director of Events, was called by the girls Mr P. Enis, that sounded for the world like a penis, who was wearing a smart polo shirt and khaki shorts, led the party, accompanied by a pair of female assistants, wearing the Club’s stylish striped open fronted vests, steel collars, heels and nothing else. The ladies were impressed at the shameless display of their bare cunts.
The two naked female assistants carried picnic baskets full of sandwiches and cookies, and a pair of large coolers filled with the addictively delicious juice for their refreshment and to keep the young women hydrated and quiet in the heat of the day.
Mr. P.Enis let the women know that four of their number would not be joining the field trip, as they were going to attend a special seminar on recruitment. The ladies were upset that there was no competition, but Karen and the other three who had been similarly selected last time said nothing.
It could not hurt the others to know nothing of their previous visit to the Disembo Club’s incredible retreat and the amazing events they witnessed there. There would be time soon enough for them to discover what this private Club was all about.
The farm was about six miles from the Club’s retreat and was not visible because of the rolling hills and the dense vegetation of the area. Most of what the girls saw on the trip was dense overhanging jungle. Down a small side road, Karen was able to make out another building she had not seen before.
She got only a brief glimpse of it but saw that it was made of stone and was quite large, with walls at least two stories high, and no windows on the part she saw. As she rode Karen could not help sizing up the others. For some reason, she had developed quite a strong dislike for most of them, from the information sheet the Club had provided with a profile and picture of each, and from spending too much time with them in the past few days.
Curiously she had felt the same about the girls on the last trip. They had all seemed fine at first, quite a bit like her, but within a couple of days, they were more like a bunch of hateful cunts. Thank God she and the others got to go home to begin recruiting.
Those other stupid bitches stayed on for a few more days. She was glad she didn’t know any of them, and never saw them since. She emptied the glass of juice she had taken just a few moments before, and gladly accepted a second. It was a hot and muggy day, and the juice was welcomed,
All of the girls riding naked in the open vehicle without shade were glad to have the cooling liquid. Although they were all high achievers and fiercely competitive, none of them had faced the pressures Karen did. She was a senior sales manager of a major Seattle software giant
Karen recognized the redundancy in her title, but could not easily slip out of the selling mode. The job was incredibly stressful, and her weekend getaway trips for sexual release fucking her brains out with European millionaires were the only relief she ever saw.
She did not get in as many of those to Las Vegas, Atlantic City and Miami trips because she had spent her winnings on a Vegas mansion, and had converted the spacious building with all those upstairs bedrooms into a bordello, employing twenty beautiful prostitutes, whose work there was just a cover for the real moneymaker.
Karen had converted the third floor into a show bar and several private specially equipped rooms. Anything not available anywhere else could be had for a price in the exceptional upper-floor private facility. Few of the people who worked the lower two floors knew of it.
They didn’t know there was anything above them but a big attic for storage. The small show lounge on the third floor featured private shows that ranged from whippings of voluptuous women to watching pretty little girls, under the direction of their mothers, being mounted and raped by trained dogs.
These enticing youngsters were skilled in the art of draining the customers’ penises and wallets. Running an operation like this while keeping a high-pressure job in another state was wearing, and for Karen the only relief was the distraction of an off-the-wall holiday.
This Club beat the usual high-stakes gambling casinos, although she was aware that even this place had its special gaming room. The farm proved to be more complete than they could have imagined. There were expansive fields where fresh vegetables and fruits were grown, hay fields and grazing fields for beef and dairy cows and sheep.
There were barns with outside pens where pigs, turkeys and chickens were raised. They could smell the unmistakable barnyard odor and remembered that there was a downside to getting fresh food on the table. Little wonder it was positioned far from the main Club area.
There were several dozen pigs of various sizes and ages in the barnyard, and as the buses pulled into the yard a couple of farm hands wearing only the broad collars of F-class workers, and sporting the usual rigid erections, were collecting four fifty-pound pigs and a couple of younger twenty pounders.
The buses stopped bedside the group of barns, and the ladies climbed off beside some large pigpens. They immediately discovered why they were asked to leave their shoes behind: the pigs were only penned for feeding, and the cows roamed free; the naked women suddenly realized were walking in fresh cow and pig manure, which was everywhere.
The girls jumped up onto the fence of the nearest pen. A huge sow was getting settled in the warm mud, lying on her side as her litter of little piglets struggled to lock onto a teet. These five-pound babies kicked their little legs and their bellies heaved as they suckled.
These recently born animals drew on the nourishment that would ensure their growth. The thirty-four nude girls were packed along the fence with their ample breasts hanging over the top rail, their anuses and vaginas exposed behind them as tightly jammed together as the baby pigs.
They watched with amusement the struggles of the piglets, and realized the little porkers would develop into hogs and sows for a single reason: they were to be slaughtered and butchered as food for the tables of the Disembo Club.
It was hot under the tropical sun, and the girls were sweating like pigs on the fence. Two of them were pushing each other as they struggled for space, crowded too close together, and the blonde suddenly slammed her elbow down on the redhead’s breast.
With a scream, the redhead grabbed the blonde’s hair. She jerked the blonde’s head back with such force that she fell backwards off the fence and landed spread-eagle in a large puddle of mud. Before the blonde could respond the hot-blooded Irish redhead belly-flopped down onto her.
THE END OF CHAPTER EIGHT