CAPTIVE HUMAN PETS 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 described in the story. 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 portray different ages for the fictional character they are depicting, but they remain adults at all times.

Writer: Regis

Subject: CAPTIVE HUMAN PETS

Story Codes: Erotic Horror, Young Ones, WS, Torture, Castration, Snuff

Synopsis: A remarkable phenomenon had evolved in the midwestern United States, following a pattern that had begun in Hungary and Poland. Very wealthy people with far too much time on their hands began collections, not of your usual type, such as jewellery or rare automobiles. Instead of objects, they collected elite athletes, well-endowed young women and men, most of them in their mid-teens, and even added a collection of young children of various races. As the number of such collections grew, groups of owners banded together to hold sex sports events they named for the equestrian sports events called gymkhanas. In them, nude adult athletes were used as human horses, and children frequently served as their jockeys. The younger captives were also involved in their own violent sports, always of a sexual nature, and not all of them survivable. That was the intention of the owners, and made for day-long events that entertained the human herd owners and their guests.

Captive Human Pets

CHAPTER ONE

As one of about a dozen owners of a highly secret mixed herd of human pets in Colorado, Marcia was invited to join a Gymkhana, featuring naked young equestricunts and equestristuds performing in highly erotic, gross acts as entertainment for a select, very sophisticated audience.

All of her stock was familiar with playing the role of a naked horse, often in harness and sometimes with a use child rider. She selected four of her most athletic cunts and four strapping pricks to compete nude in the highly sexual events in which she so much enjoyed having her human stock participate.

All of them loved the feel of a naked little girl’s moist spread cuntlet or the small penis and testicles of a little boy pressing against their back. The children used in the sport, compared to the adults, had little or no experience with performances.

When the child rider observed deeply shocking things that happened to others, and often even to themselves, as they performed, it was not unusual for a naked little rider, struck with horror, to vomit, piss and sometimes even take a shit on the back of their nude mount.

This was disgusting to both the rider and the human horse, but a sight highly prized by enthused spectators. To make things worse, the offending child had to ride in their own mess for the remainder of the event, smearing shit over their buttocks and their mount’s back.

The females she selected to take to the event all had very large, firm breasts, as was standard for all of her adult cunts, aged sixteen to twenty-one. All of her stock’s pubic hair, both on males and females, had been fully removed, and the girls’ flared and stretched vagina lips were spread and dangled enticingly, pierced with pendulous rings.

The studs she chose to take along were in the same age range, and sported large chemically induced permanent rigid erections, as well as impressive swinging well-filled scrotums. They were, as all young fuck-studs should be, remarkably well hung.

The bottom edge of their erections had been pierced, and bore rings from the glans all the way back to their scrotum, so that when thrust into an orifice of a female, they would scrape against and painfully rip the mucous membrane to provide substantial discomfort.

Marcia’s main opponent was Jack Dyckman, an equally merciless owner who, like her, would never hesitate in harming or killing any of his stock just for its entertainment value. His stock was kept on an inaccessible ranch buried in the badlands north of Peoria.

There were many trusted livestock acquirers in the region, who provided humans procured to order from anywhere in America, of any age and race required by the buyer, with no limits. Marcia and Jack both kept a full range of stock to satisfy any peculiar taste in sexploitation.

Life was cheap, and prime stock was readily available at a price both could easily afford to replace those they wasted. To amuse a few of their friends with such tastes, they held several middle-aged and a few elderly cunts. The age limit for males was their ability to produce and sustain, with viagra, rigid erections.

Marcia had just turned fifty, and had taken great care of her body, so that she was not only fit but highly attractive. She wore knee-high spike-heeled boots, elbow-length leather gloves and a girdle that lifted her breasts, the extended pointing ring-pierced nipples exposed.

She wore nothing else. The girdle left her nipples and pierced vagina lips well displayed, which fed her pride in her sexuality. Marcia took pride in being a cunt, and loved to display her charms to any present who were interested in seeing a bitch’s fully exposed sexual parts.

A steel cage built onto the back of a half-ton pickup truck carried her stock to the Gymkhana, so that the eight naked adult athletes and ten naked eight-year-old little girls of mixed race were all perfectly displayed to people shocked at the sight of them as they drove by.

Who they were and where they were being taken was of no business to people on the street, but no effort had been made to disguise the load, and most casual observers pissed themselves at the shocking sight of the naked load of prime human livestock.

The gymkhana she was invited to was staged on the remote desert ranch of a wealthy enthusiast, and there were twenty stock owners from the Northwest, one from as far as Seattle, present to enter members of their herd into the competitions, or to perform solo during preliminary cocktails.

Marcia carried a curious device that swung from one of her nipple rings. It consisted of a sixteen-inch-long hollow glass tube, and connected to one end was a tightly woven fine leather strap, with a flat leather head on the end. She called it her Testie Whip, designed to smack a man’s bare balls.

It served another nefarious purpose. The glass shaft was also a sounding tube, for full insertion into the piss slit of a man’s erect penis. The good news for the subject man was that when the glass shaft was inserted in his urethra as a sounding rod, the Testie Whip could not be used to slash painfully at his scrotum.

The flap on the end of the Testie Whip had a small hole pierced through it, so that the glass shaft could be inserted through it, making a loop that could be tightened around a man’s scrotum, and pulled tight to painfully squeeze his testicles inside.

Marcia liked to jerk on the strap around his naked testicles while the man she was treating ejaculated, having recently discovered this would double the distance he could shoot his cum. She also enjoyed the excruciating pain this gave to the men whose testicles she tortured.

All of the male members of her personal herd were regularly force-fed viagra, to chemically support their ability to produce at least five times what a normal man could ejaculate. This somehow fed her feeling of power over them, and elevated her sense of standing among other owners.

When he was ready to cum, the shaft could be used as a sounding rod and pushed its full length into his urethra, and because it was hollow, he could still ejaculate through it, or urinate, in either case passing quite different bodily fluids through it.

The people who gathered to experience the sports loved to watch naked men with raging erections rapidly expelling body fluids, not to reproduce, but simply ejaculating for the amusement of observers. It was wonderful sport, and was greatly appreciated by gathered fans.

CHAPTER TWO

When everyone had arrived and was watching, Marcia picked up a small dark metal object with a black ring on top. She passed her middle finger through the ring, and then took off a cover, which revealed a very sharp razor blade inside her palm.

She cupped her hand over the scrotum of one of the men, required him to spread his legs wide, and used the razor to cut around the base of his scrotum. When she was done, she pulled down on the soft flesh sack, completely removing it, so that his freed gleaming testicles swung free in the open, unprotected.

Marcia repeated the operation with all four of the naked males she had brought, so that now their bared balls were fully exposed, swinging independently between their legs. Her audience cheered her novel method of exposure of the large male gonads.

Curiously, the naked men she owned maintained their erections during the near-castration, thanks to the viagra they’d all been force-fed. Marcia was an accomplished mistress of evil! Removing their scrotums meant she had much better access to their freed nuts to give them a much more painful ball whipping with her Testie Whip.

This was why she was a favorite of the dedicated fans of sexual cruelty. She required each of the naked men to stand in a line facing their audience, their penises in full upward-curving erections, and she walked along behind them, treating them all to ball slaps with her Testie Whip.

They were unable to restrain their screams as the tightly braided leather struck their bared testicles, knocking one into the other, so that their slapping bared balls doubled the pain they experienced. What surprised the audience was that, one by one, the men experiencing this obscene torture ejaculated for them.

Their spurting seminal fluids splashed a greater distance than the audience expected, because of the viagra in their system, and the painful whipping of the source of their seed. The nut peeling and lashing proved to be great entertainment, and elevated Marcia in respect by the sexual torture fans.

There was much more to come. Jack Dyckman selected two of his naked eight-year-old girls, and with the help of an assistant, pierced their pubic mounds with large rings. These were joined by a foot-long chain, so that they were forced to face each other.

Now he used a whip to force the little girls to fight. There was no retreat, so that the only course of action open to them was to be as aggressive as possible, and they were. Punching and kicking quickly evolved to hair pulling and scratching, putting their sharpened nails to good use.

The chain joining their pierced cunts prevented any form of escape, so that the naked little girls both took a fierce beating, and were quickly bruised and bleeding. When one began to lose enthusiasm in her attack, Jack’s whip quickly got her highly destructive again.

Marcia had a sudden inspiration. She had brought along a pair of eight-year-old boys who had undergone massive hormone therapy, and as they witnessed the fight between the naked girls, they had both produced raging erections capable of substantial ejaculations.

She pulled them from her truck’s cage, gave each a small jackknife to insert into their rectums to carry unobserved, and instructed them to get behind the girls and anally rape them. The boys showed no hesitation, and quickly got into the fray.

The young girls continued to fight ferociously as they were being buggered energetically by the boys, and within just a few minutes it was clear to the educated crowd that they were shooting loads of cum into the girls’ colons. The girls shrieked, and continued to scratch and punch each other.

When they had drained their loads of semen into the girls, they each put a hand behind their backs, and startled the crowd by shitting out the knives up their asses. They used the other hand to rub their shit off the knives, and opened the blades.

Reaching around the girl they were ass-fucking, together they plunged their knife into the lower belly, then jerked the sharp blades upward, effectively ripping open the young girls’ bellies. With all of the action, the flesh parted, and began to spill out snakes of gleaming intestines.

Unable to resist the temptation, Jack moved in behind Marcia, grabbed her by the hips, thrust his massive erection between her buttocks and drove it up into her fundament. He jerked out of her to allow her to expel the fat turd in her colon, then when it dropped, rammed his shit-streaked prick back into her.

As he fucked her, they both watched the naked quartet, the boys actively gutting the two naked girls they were fucking. This was the kind of sport the people in attendance loved to enjoy, with a pair of entertaining cunt kills built in. It couldn’t get any better than this.

Jack Dyckman bellowed like the bull he was as he shot loads of his cum deep into Marcia’s colon. He was still ejaculating when he pulled out of her, his penis smeared with her shit. He grabbed it, coating his hand with her crap, and then slapped her face with it, smearing her own offal over her cheeks.

He then grabbed one of the naked little girls from his herd, and used the other hand to grab a short stout rope. It had been tied into a noose, and there was a thick strip of cotton lining the inside of the noose, which he slipped over her head, cinching it tight as he did so.

With suspension being one of the common sports for the amusement of guests, the host had provided a number of winches with cables dangling from them, useful to attach a rope. Jack pulled one down and connected it to the rope that formed the naked young girl’s noose.

A double jerk on it was all that was needed to start the winch, which drew up the slack and then pulled the nude youngster off her feet. It stopped when her feet were three feet off the ground. This was sufficient to give all of those present a great view of her suspension and gradual hanging.

CHAPTER THREE

As was always the case, the naked little girl grabbed with her hands at the soft collar that formed her noose, too thick and soft to cut off blood flow to her brain, but tight enough by her weight to cause her difficulty in breathing. Her frantic kicking and tugging at the noose were of no use, but provided wonderful entertainment.

The nude child was clever enough to understand her plight, and the panic that quickly arose caused her to piss out a stream of urine that arched from her naked cuntlet between her raised, spread and kicking legs. This was the kind of action the audience had come to enjoy.

She struggled violently and beautifully, and the men’s penises were soon out to be pumped by fist as she kicked, twisted and arched her body as if she could buck her way out of the noose. The spray of urine diminished as she began to sag, no longer able to breathe.

When at last her body began to slump, she provided the mandatory final spray of piss, and her buttocks spread, giving everyone a great view of her evacuating her colon, with a warm steaming log of death-shit produced from her open anus.

As the naked child hung still in death, Jack grabbed a second girl from his herd, also an eight-year-old, and tied a noose on a half inch course hemp rope around her neck. He then took a roll of two-inch-wide duct tape, bent her knees so that her heels were against her buttocks, and taped her ankles to her thighs.

He then crossed her arms behind her back and taped her wrists to her elbows, then hooked her rope to another cable from a second winch, and gave it a double jerk. She was promptly lifted to the same elevation as the first, now dead girl.

This naked child could only use her spine to twist, bend and arch in her struggles as she began to strangle. Her thighs were spread, giving everyone a classic view of her bare girl-cunt opening and pissing out a spray of urine that gleamed in the sunlight as it splashed on the ground.

Her dance was one of bound contortion, making a bizarre situation into a thing of beauty. Jack used his whip with great effect on her desperate movement, keeping the viewers highly entertained, and semen spurting from erect fist-fucked pricks.

“Whip the shit out of the little cunt!” one of his compatriots shouted, and he did.

Her rectum spread open, poked from the inside by a firm shit log, and it emerged gradually, rigid as it slid out her stretched anus. The two-inch-thick stool was out more than eight inches when Jack had another inspiration.

He brought a third naked charming little girl over, and commanded her to grasp the emerging stool and pull it out. The quivering child did as she was told, gripping the firm shit turd in both hands and pulling on it with all her might.

She did a good job, at last getting the more than foot-long stool free. Jack then told the girl to use it as a dildo to masturbate herself. The child screamed in anguish; she had been raised by a single mother, and without a father or older brother to rape her, remained a virgin.

The audience crowded around her to watch the naked youngster deflower herself. Screaming with blows to her ass with Jack’s whip, she spread her thighs and poked the mucky log between the puffy lips of her vagina and into her vestibule.

With the whip’s violent encouragement, the naked child pressed the firm shit-log hard, pressing it into her bare little quim, and a sudden shrill scream announced her success. The stinking brown stool was plunged deep into her virgin cuntlet,

The pretty naked screaming child had used a lump of another girl’s shit to convert herself into a woman. She was now eminently fuckable, with her cuntlet opened into a cunt, and she would learn to engage in raw sex like an experienced harlot. Her owner Jack Dyckman would make sure of it.

The stool in her cunt was eleven inches long, and being driven in as far as she could take it, had five inches sticking out of her, like a brown penis. Jack put his whip to work now on the girl’s shit-stuffed cunt, at first flicking lumps of the other girl’s offal.

Fresh chunks of the girl’s offal flew into the group of observers, and one female owner caught a piece of the shit in her mouth. She immediately grabbed the man beside her and, hugging him close, gave him an intimate kiss, passing the saliva-softened lump of girl-shit into his mouth.

He immediately turned to the woman beside him and passed it into her mouth. All of the owners of human pets partook of the slowly reducing piece of shit, until all of them had shitty mouths. The party had evolved into a game of toilet mouth.

At this point, a group of naked little serving girls, all six years old and wearing only perfectly fitting spike-heeled shoes, appeared just in time, bearing champagne glasses they held between their spread thighs and filled with their fresh warm piss.

Each handed them to an owner, who used the amber liquid to rinse their mouths. These children and their offering were a standard part of each such gathering. The children also carried champagne bottles, and poured the cold drink into the piss glasses for the owners.

CHAPTER FOUR

The nude bodies of the little girls chained together by their cunts with their bellies opened lay dead on the ground, their entrails spread between them. The boys who had butt fucked them as they died now grabbed their dropped knives, and began to fight.

They had been given their instructions, and attempted to castrate each other. They gave the kind of performance that comes only from desperation, with no other choice than to fully engage. The boys had been given stimulants, and their pulsing little erections stiffened and spurted cum as they fought.

Several women in the group carried whips, and used them to encourage boys reluctant to fight. When a boy lost his testicles or penis, he was required to eat them, and as the nuts and pricks were cut off them, they were immediately consumed.

Marcia got her four female pets to lie on their side on the ground, and in pairs, deep fist fuck each other. That was just the starting point. She told them they were to punch as hard as they could, to demolish their opponent’s uterus and then rip it out of her.

This was the most extreme form of cunt fighting, and one familiar to all of those present. They regularly staged nude cuntfights, and brutal fist fucks were the tactics most girls employed, although it was often later in the fight that they got their fists into the opponent’s vagina.

It was one of the most popular ways of spaying a bitch, to render her infertile and incapable of reproducing. It was seldom used on the youngest girls, as they were forced into early puberty, becoming breeding stock as young as eight.

Whelping shows and late abortions were common forms of entertainment, and often the method of delivery was intended to end the young mother’s life, and did. Girls were cheap, and easily obtainable for these wealthy cunt owners. The turnover rate in their herds of livestock was understandably high.

One of the eight-year-old girls Marcia had brought forward had been unnaturally matured through the use of steroids and testosterone, had grown an impressive set of breasts, and was seven months pregnant. People loved to see naked little girls with adult bodies, and in the family way.

What several of the owners did was to produce birthing shows, often featuring impregnated little girls, and Marcia had grown to like this form of adult entertainment. She regularly brought to these gatherings girls who sported a swollen belly, and this young cunt was the youngest she had ever produced.

The naked girl was brought forward and was placed on her hands and knees on a table, with her wrists and knees well spread, her boobs and belly hanging down. This kind of presentation made her lithe, little-altered body available for viewing and abuse from several angles.

Marcie required one of the men with the peeled testicles to perform an abortion on the girl. He knew exactly how to begin. He started by pounding his fists into the sides of the naked youngster’s sagging belly to get things loose inside her. The viewers knew the little cunt was not going to enjoy this.

He continued the shocking beating as the girl screamed, until at last she gushed some blood out of her spread cunt. Now he moved behind her and, starting with stiff fingers, he worked his right hand into her cunt. He continued pushing and twisting his arm, working fingers into her cervix to open her uterus.

Her complaints were for nothing, and as the people cheered him on, it was clear he had got hold of the head of the sprog growing inside her. The twisting continued, but now he was pulling instead of pushing, and as her cunt spread wide, his fist emerged, gripping the tiny head in it.

With a show of strength, the man pulled hard, and the shoulders were brought out. With another jerk, the arms came free, and then it was the infant’s hips that caught in the hysterically screaming girl. Unable to contain it, she released a stout stool of shit from her spread anus.

Still the man pulled, until at last the infant’s hips came free, and with a plopping sound, the whole sprog was out. Because of its immaturity, the little forming infant still had its tail. The audience cheered as the man lifted it high by its legs.

The umbilical cord was still attached to its belly, and it was a full two months premature. He twisted its head around one hundred and twenty degrees, snapping its neck. Between its legs was a puffed-out split pubic mound, so everyone could see the child-mother had produced was a baby girl.

The naked man with his balls swinging free now did the unthinkable. He brought the groin of the premature infant down to the head of his erection, and thrust it down, impaling the female sprog on his prick. This was a full step ahead of baby fucking.

The man’s raging cock drove up through the sprog’s torso until the flared cock-head rested between its lungs, and he began spurting copious gobs of cum that burst out through the sprog’s open mouth, and dribbled down its chin to drop to the ground, lost but not wasted.

Is the action sufficiently hot an’ disgustin’ly filthy enough for y’-all yet? I expect the male readers are pumpin’ their pricks by now, an’ maybe spurtin’ their precious cum onta their fuckin’ computers, too. I’ll bet the lady readers are also masturbatin’ like mad, an’ their panties are damp, if they’re wearin’ any over their puffy pussies, an’ they’s likely pissed theirselves by now! Some of ya might have taken an untimely shit from excitement. Cunts do that.

This is what happens when the writer gets carried away!

THE END