CASSANDRA 5 by Regis

Feature Writer: Regis

Feature Title: Cassandra 5

Published: 09.04.2023

Story Codes: Young, Gore, Slavery, Erotic Horror

Synopsis: The continuing epic of wild-assed, unbridled debauchery in the old west.

Just in case you missed — Cassandra 1 / Cassandra 2 / Cassandra 3 / Cassandra 4

Cassandra 5

Two wranglers were dispatched to retrieve Cassandra the next day. They found the dangling bitch asleep as she hung there by her tits on the long pole. She was glad to see them when they wakened her and cut her down. Her big breasts were grossly but temporarily distorted from their incredible ordeal, and she was otherwise fine.

Her ass needed wiping, as she had let nature take its course. and there was a pile of her shit at the base of the pole that showed she had taken care of her fundamental needs. She took care of that herself by dragging her lowered crotch across clumps of dried prairie grass.

The carcasses of the four bitches she had shot had indeed been found by the prairie scavengers. The dead girl’s organs had all been consumed, the succulent breasts eaten, some limbs had been chewed off and dragged away, and there were great gaps where the carrion had feasted on the tender meat of the lovely ladies hips and thighs.

The wranglers retrieved the chuckwagon’s tongue pole, replaced it on the wagon, and then they departed. By the next day they were sure there would be little left of the decaying meat that now remained on the bitch bones they left behind. Although the evenings were cool, the days were now hot, and the scavengers would pick the bones clean while the human meat was still consumable.

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One of the young women in the advanced stages of pregnancy went into labor the day the ranchers next visited their retreat. The men, all expert at calving, were interested in the process of women dropping their sprogs under trying conditions, and they took every opportunity to make those conditions as trying as possible whenever a captive cunt reached term.

It was a matter of making the most of the circumstances they had created with the founding of this private ranch retreat. Duke had her taken into the large dining room, where she was lifted into the air to hang upside down, with her ankles tied by ropes to a pair of high beams that were twelve feet apart.

When the young swelled-belly bitch was secured in position, her pregnancy-enlarged stomach pressed against her rib cage, her fat milk-bloated breasts dangled over her shoulders, and her lovely lean legs were spread wide, revealing her pink-lipped birthing hole.

The beautiful teenager was a ripe cow, and was about to drop her calf, in the most uncomfortable manner possible, being forced to push it upward to deliver it for the entertainment of her wealthy hosts. They were quite interested to see if this was a possible method of delivery. How it worked was of little interest to them, because it was the process of her struggle and her immense discomfort that had their attention.

The men were seated for their evening meal, and they dined as the wranglers worked on the suspended bitch. The wealthy ranchers were not at all disturbed when her sharp screams or loud moans interrupted their conversation. The calving cunt was the object of their attention most of the time, although their plans for the next day were also given due attention in their conversations.

The wranglers softened her up by punching her hugely swollen belly and torso while one of them planted his penis deep in her throat and gave her a thorough face fuck. The action was so compelling as the others drove their fists into her big firm belly and her kidneys that the man fucking her squeezing throat ejaculated into her stomach.

His stout penis was still spurting his thick jism as he withdrew from her, and he used his fist to pump the remaining gobs of his spewing sperm onto her eyes and into her inverted nose. Calving human cows provided outstanding entertainment to the dining ranchers, and this one proved to be a winner.

When another man had taken his place in her throat, the brutal beating of the young bitch’s bulging belly continued. The men did not let up until the screaming teen’s cunt started to dribble pinkish water. This development announced that her birthing process was well under way.

The wranglers retreated, knowing their beating of her had been successful, and they left the inverted bitch to her own devices to expel the sprog from her stretched cunt. She was left to go through the difficult ordeal of giving birth while she hung upside down, her legs wide-spread, with an interested audience of horny men to watch.

It did not go well. To begin with, instead of a head spreading the lips of her battered cunt, it was a pair of little feet. She was having a breech birth. The infant was emerging the wrong way. This was serious, as it was in danger of strangling on the umbilical cord.

The up side of the accident was that the men would learn the gender of the human calf sooner. This was as important as it surviving its arrival. While she had the energy, the woman was able to twist and move considerably. She was able to reach the emerging legs of the infant with her hands, although she could not see it over her enormous belly.

She grabbed the little legs and began to pull. From the energy and lack of care she put into her efforts, it was clear she had no interest in keeping the infant: her only concern was to manage to forcefully eject it, to get it out of her womb, and be rid of it.

The twenty men seated around the large dining table did nothing to assist her. They were there to watch her do the difficult deed herself, auto-birthing. She was making some progress, but it soon became clear that she was not going to be able to get the infant out completely.

As she pulled and twisted the infant’s legs, the young mother managed to work its hips out of her womb. Within moments, the watching ranchers were able to see that she was bearing a little girl. When the infant’s hips passed the grip of the mouth of her vagina, the organ began to tighten.

Her body was acting as if the infant had passed from it, and was beginning the restoration of the enormously stretched female organ an inner gonad. The squeezing force and her pulling ability at that severe angle were not enough to overcome gravity, or the tightening grip of her retracting cunt.

Also, the young mother was weakening with the struggle that engaged her, and the effort and strain required in delivery of a baby. This was not an easy task at the best of times, and the men had made it virtually impossible for her to complete the female task under these trying circumstances.

The infant’s progress through the tortured birthing chute had virtually stopped, and with the womb tightened around its mid-section, the chances of its wider rib cage ever emerging was becoming less likely. However, the squeezing of the womb on its waist made the little infant begin a remarkable froglike kicking action, with its winking little cuntlet on full display.

Naturally, the men found this development highly entertaining. The kicking of the infant’s legs revealed the thick fold of its immature little female sex organ, and the never-used puckered mouth of its tiny little shit chute. The baby was a fighter, but would unlikely get to suck in air in its little mouth, or scream like its mother was doing so well.

The men began to lose interest as the pretty young mother lost the ability to struggle, and Duke got up and took a cavalry sword down from the mantle. It was an ornate weapon he had taken from a Yankee officer he had killed at the end of the Civil War. Fighting was over, but he had killed him with a clean shot to the head to get from him his impressive weapon.

He pulled a stepladder over beside the dangling mother, and pulled the sword from its opulent scabbard. The long blade was bright, and was beautifully engraved along its entire length. The hilt of the weapon was very ornate, and the handle was wrapped in a tight weave of fine leather.

Duke stepped up two rungs of the ladder, and then set the tip of the sword into the thick slot of the half-born infant’s little slit of a vagina. He worked the tip around in the tiny female opening until it had torn the tiny hymen and was seated in the grip of her tiny vaginal sheath.

Duke was going to make sure the infant girl tasted a male weapon in her fuck slot before she took her first breath, should she get to do so, and before the unfortunate baby died. The little female sprog was not yet fully born, but Duke was now determined she was not going to die a virgin.

The men were impressed with his strength as Duke pressed the sword downward into the tiny torso of the half-emerged baby girl. He continued the steady pressure, and drove the weapon into the little blood-leaking vagina so that it passed smoothly through the child and into the belly of the mother. He did not stop until the child’s little pussy kissed the ornate hilt of the ceremonial weapon.

The men applauded as they saw that the tip of the blade had emerged at the juncture of the mother’s collarbones, and had slit open her throat. They were enjoying their coffee and cake as they heard her death rattle, and were satisfied with the occasion as both the birthing bitch and the sprog stuck in the grip of her shrinking womb expired.

Her beating, her whipping, and her birthing struggles had been highly entertaining, but the young bitch did not have the stamina to see the event through to its conclusion. Some of the events had more spectacular endings than others, and this one simply ran down with the expiry of both the mother and her half-born infant, jammed in her constipated cunt.

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The wranglers had captured four wild mustangs, horses that had no recent history of domestication in their gene pool. Neither these rugged unmanageable horses nor their recent ancestors had ever been ridden. They were big, skittish, and very hostile to humans.

They were therefore the perfect mounts for a bucking bronco contest, using some of the city girls with little riding experience as competitors. Duke had got the idea while watching the bitch Cassandra out on the prairie, riding naked and masturbating herself on the saddle horn.

He had thought of whipping her horse into bucking while her cunt was impaled on the curved broad horn, but had passed on the idea because he had not wanted to kill her quite yet, and although it would be highly entertaining, that would have been an experience she would unlikely survive.

A few days after the men had returned from that expedition, he had them make up thick girdle straps for the horses, a foot wide. To these, firmly attached by a thick backing pad of leather, were bolted a pair two inch thick and eight-inch-long round posts, with broad heads carved on the end so that they had the shape of over-sized penises.

The way they did not resemble the human penis was with the affixed inch-long spikes that sloped toward the base. When these unusual straps were in place on the big steeds, the posts stood up in the center of the horse’s back, positioned to take the place of a saddle, with one post behind the other, just a couple of inches apart.

The heinous sharp metal spikes were placed along the shaft of the penis-like posts so they would spread the woman’s cunt and rectum as her weight came onto them, and allow the monstrous dildos to slide up into her, under her own weight. They would make sliding off them quite a different matter.

Although the spikes were not enough to totally prevent their removal with sufficient force, they ensured she would stay seated during preliminary bucks, and the spikes on them would do terrible damage inside her before ripping free of her vaginal and rectal grip.

A set of sloped benches that had been built to order by the harness maker were placed near the corral. They were of simple and sturdy construction, but were too high for a normal bench, and the apparently useless slope to them, with one end higher than the other, made them appear to be impracticable.

Four teenage girls and another four mature women, all stark naked and all with very large breasts, were brought over to the corral from their stalls in the bitch barn. The nude women and girls were curious about the strange benches, but were more concerned at the sight of the wild horses inside the corral.

A pair of ropes around their necks held the skittish horses, with two wranglers on each rope. The naked females were particularly shocked at the sight of the spiked posts standing up from the backs of the wild animals. They recognized immediately their intended use, and the real potential for extreme internal damage to naked female riders these posts represented.

While the first animal was firmly held in place with ropes by half a dozen strong men, a naked nineteen-year-old girl with big pointed tits had ropes tied to each ankle and was lifted over the animal. Her bare vagina and rectum were positioned over the upright spiked posts. The ropes from her ankles were looped around the animal’s forelegs, in such a way that they could be drawn tight and fixed with a single jerk on the end of the rope.

When all was ready, the girl was abruptly dropped, slamming down so that she sank suddenly onto the heinous posts, which penetrated their full length into her colon and cunt. At the same instant, the two ropes attached to her ankles and the horse’s forelegs were jerked tight.

The ropes pulled her legs tight and held her firmly down in place on the incredible impaling saddle. With the naked girl secured in place, the large wild animal she sat one was released. It was not by accident that wranglers often gave names like TNT and Dynamite to such animals.

This one virtually exploded into the air as the men leaped backward to safety. The big beast twisted and arched its back while in the air, which jerked down hard on the helpless girl’s legs, pulling her even further onto the spiked post on the animal’s back.

Her big tits flew outward from her chest and they slapped against her shoulders as she hit the top of the arch, then her full weight slammed her downward when the horse hit the ground. The murderous spikes on the dildos inside her were doing their worst, ripping at her with every move of the wild bucking bronco.

The other girls and women who had been brought out to the corral, presumably to be participants in the wild horse riding, were hysterical at the heartless brutality they were seeing, screaming at the top of their lungs at the raw violence. They knew that the bitches taken from the stables usually never returned to the barn, and now knew why.

They were sure that the helpless females might have been killed, but now they saw first-hand how heartless and ruthless their murderous captors really were, and how bent the men were on their destruction. The wranglers gagged these waiting bitches, to contain their screams until the spirited screams from their throats were needed.

Immediately the bronco’s front hooves hit hard ground, the wild horse kicked its back legs high in the air, throwing the girl on its back upward, lifting her up several inches on the spiked dildos planted inside her. Only her bound legs kept her aboard the frantically bucking animal.

The brutal effect of the spikes inside her was devastating to her colon and cunt, following perfectly the design’s intention. Not only were her shit tube and fuck shaft being sliced to ribbons internally, but because of the length of the spikes and thinness of her internal walls, so were any other part of her muscle or intestines nearby.

The furious event caused her big breasts to flop wildly with the exaggerated movements of the wild horse. The beast kicked, twisted, jerked, stomped, and spun around in an endless random progression that had the nude girl strapped to its back flopping around like a limp rag doll.

She pounded up and down several inches on the long spiked dildos up her ass and cunt with each rapid jolt of the wildly bucking horse. Increasingly thick wet smears of her emerging blood stained the animal’s back and her buttocks and thighs as the violent action progressed.

Only her piercing screams were under her own control: they were shrill, intense, earsplitting and continuous, broken only by her rapid desperate gasps for air. The horse was still highly active when the girl’s screams faded, until they became involuntary discharge from her lungs.

The air was forced in and out of her lungs with the rugged bouncing, and it was soon clear that she had been reduced to a dead carcass. Because the animal was still attempting to remove the rude rider, her body still flopped around on the back of the beast, bouncing obscenely.

She was completely torn up inside now, so that the spiked posts offered no support. Her torso flopped from the bucking beast’s shoulders to its buttocks and back, flopping around loosely with each violent move of the animal. The ranchers drew their pistols, and just for fun used the flopping bitch carcass as a moving target.

Their first attention went to her mammoth mammaries, which were so incredibly reactive to the slugs ripping through them. The big boobs were slammed out of shape with each impact, and they reverberated deliciously in waves with the violent aftershock. Her torso also bucked beautifully from the big slugs blasting into her.

The men pumped more than fifty rounds into the naked bitch body, tiring of the profane sport only when the horse she was strapped to slowed down. Her head proved to be much less receptive to the big slugs from the 45’s. Half a dozen direct hits completely removed it from her shoulders, blowing it into several pieces.

Two whisky bottles were passed around, and the ranchers decided to put the other three girls into the ring of the corral together. They sized the girls up, and then placed bets on which of them would die first, and which was likely to survive the longest. The contest would add a new level of interest to the incredibly violent blood-sport.

Maintaining this secret ranch retreat was expensive, and the wealth cattlemen wanted full value for their investment. It was all about death sports for ladies. The other three girls had their gags ripped off, and their bare heels were fitted with vicious pronged spurs, strapped onto their feet and ankles.

The unwilling female riders were told the horses would stop if they kicked them hard enough. The panicked cunts screamed and kicked hysterically as they were all mounted on the posts on the backs of the remaining mustangs at the same time, and the horses were released by the wranglers.

This time there were no ropes used to bind their bare legs. They would all ride freestyle, which meant they were not only free to kick with the spiked spurs on their heels, but also could be bucked off the big wildly bucking stallions when the cruel spikes on the large dildos no longer held them.

Because none of the city bitches was a competent rider, the only thing to hold them aboard their bucking mounts was the monstrous posts driven deep into each girl’s colon and cunt, held firmly in place while the horses were still by the heinous spikes that dug into their inner entrails. These men had progressed far beyond spanking as sport.

At the instant of release the animals bolted out into the corral, and the screaming nudes aboard them quickly got full benefit of the spiked posts inside them. Their arms, legs, heads and tits bounced wildly with each stunning jump of their wild mounts. As they pumped violently up and down on the vicious spiked posts, jets of blood gushed from their terribly damaged double-stuffed groins.

The ranchers shouted encouragement to the mustangs, which provided full value with their efforts. The naked young women were inflamed inside, which disguised the incredible battering and bruising their bare buttocks were taking pounding against the hammering backs of the bucking broncos.

All three of them managed to kick their spurs into the sides, shoulders and flanks of the wildly bucking mustangs, and the effect was the opposite of what they intended, but was exactly what the ranchers intended. The men were impressed at how those stupid city cunts could be so easily misled.

One of the mustangs went berserk with the slashes across its ribs from the kicking spurs, and when it leaped into the air, it twisted so violently that not only did the girl fall off and land hard on her back, but the beast came down on its side, landing with its heavy shoulder squarely on top of her torso.

The results were catastrophic. Her neck bulged, her eyes popped from their sockets, her mouth was forced wide, and a trio of fat loops of her intestines was forced out of her gaping mouth. This was proving to be much better than the ranchers had planned for the captive cunt.

These wealthy ranchers only played games that were for keeps. That was how they had won the West, and that was how they now played their incredible recreational games at this private ranch retreat. The same gut expulsion happened at the same time with the fallen girl’s cunt, which was totally inverted from the incredible crushing pressure of taking the horse’s entire weight.

The wild mustang struggled to its feet, and immediately attacked the naked and broken bitch torso with its flashing hooves. The beast was intent on the total destruction of its attacker, and the crushing hooves quickly rendered the body of the dead girl unrecognizable.

The second girl to come off was thrown high in the air by her bucking mount, with the spikes on the post ripping out a length of her intestines through her ruined anus. The screaming bitch fell heavily in an upright position, and she broke both her legs in the hard landing.

She rolled onto her belly upon hitting the ground, bulging her big tits obscenely against the hardpacked dirt of the corral. As she landed, the third girl was thrown over the shoulder of the mustang, ripping her ass and vagina off the vicious spiked post, and she came down hard, face first.

She reached out frantically with her arms while flying through the air, and broke them both as she hit the ground. She skidded to a stop on her knees and squashed mammaries, screaming, with her beautiful ass propped high in the air, and with blood spurting out of both her damaged fuck-holes.

Like the other wild horse, the two remaining animals, their sides gashed by the vicious spurs, went after their fallen riders with a vengeance. Their hooves had not been shod with steel, so that it was a natural pounding the girls took, the way mother nature intended, with the bare kicking hooves of the wild mustangs viciously battering and crushing the defenseless feminine bodies.

The girl with the broken legs lived the longest, as the wild horse that attacked her went after her lower section, smashing her legs and pelvis, which was not immediately fatal. She rolled over as the pounding hooves hammered at her, and in moments her belly was split open, releasing her internal pack of slick intestines.

What made her the winner of the competition was not skill or endurance, but the fact as she sat on the ground, the flying rear hooves of the wild mustang kicked back by chance as the other girl sat up at just the wrong moment, and her beautiful head was kicked right off.

She won nothing but to live several seconds longer than the other two, her intestines spilled on the ground in front of her. The two ranchers who had placed bets on her won big, even though they were just some friendly bets, but for large sums. As she sat there, stunned, the flying rear hooves of her horse caught her big tits dead center.

In that instant the fat mammaries were squashed flat. The full boobs did nothing, however, to protect her from the full force of the kicking hooves. They broke through ten ribs, puncturing both her lungs, and her heart virtually exploded inside her. The beautiful bitch was dead before her damaged carcass pitched back on the ground.

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Now that the wild horses had been introduced to the charms of naked human females, Duke supplied the four mustangs with an opportunity to fully explore the sexual allure of women. The wranglers brought forward the four large and mature women, and laid them on their backs face up on each of the four sloped benches.

Their buttocks were propped on the high end of their bench, elevating their groins. Their arms and legs were spread wide, and ropes from their ankles and wrists were staked firmly to the ground, holding them in place and keeping their legs spread wide on the high benches, presenting their cunts for observation and more. Much more.

This totally compromising position provided the large horses full access with their huge organs to the prone and bound women’s inviting vulvas. The four lovely ladies were now lined up for a monstrous bestial fucking. The ranchers and wranglers had been looking forward to this, and all sported a rising lump in the front of their jeans.

To ready the naked bound women to take in the monstrous penises of the wild horses, one of the wranglers carried a small hand mop designed for washing dishes, and a pail of steaming hot grease obtained in the kitchen. He dipped the mop into the hot grease, then thrust it into the exposed cunt of each woman in line.

He jerked the grease-saturated mop in and out of their fuck chutes a few times, masturbating the female sex organs to loosen them up and lubricate them for the equestrian invasion. These large ladies were being prepared for an exciting, monstrous horse fucking.

A second wrangler carried a rag brought from the barn, where it had been freshly dampened in the vagina of a mare that was in full season. This would provide the scent that would get these wild stallions rutting sufficiently to mount a female of another entirely different species.

When the bound naked women saw the wild horses being roped and brought into place in front of them, they realized with a sudden shock how serious their situation was. They were being set up to experience violent copulation with these large wild animals.

The only possibility they could imagine was that they were all going to be fucked to death. That, of course, was exactly what Duke intended for them. The women’s gags were removed, to allow them to vent their concern at the seriousness of their predicament.

None of them had anything to say, because they were too busy screaming in abject terror. They had seen the treatment the younger girls had received when mounted on the spiked posts, and they knew that no better could be expected from these monstrous men.

The skittish horses, still highly excited from the killing of the buxom teenagers, saw the large breasted women bound nude before them, with the pink fuck-slots spread wide from the invasion of the lubricating mop, fully presented between their widespread legs.

The four wild mustangs smelled the newly applied aroma of the fresh menstrual mare-blood on these primate cunts, and understood their function perfectly. Their big pricks swelled out quickly to their full and impressive size. The big animals with their major organs swinging and dribbling between their legs were ready to mount and get into these properly prepared primate females.

Duke gave the wranglers the signal, and they moved the horses up over the pinned and spread bitches. The animals were no more cooperative even though they saw and understood what was being made available to them. They stomped their front legs over the women’s stretched out legs, cutting them with their hooves.

That action was a direct statement of their power, and then they surged over the bound bitches, stepping over their arms, so that their deep chests were over the big tits of the screaming women, and their long thick penises aligned with the four prepared steaming cunts.

The ropes were released once the animals began to thrust their big stiff dongs at the tender cunts of the women, as it was clear they were not going to be stopped from getting into the prone bitches. The wranglers wanted not to interfere with the severe damage the beasts would definitely do to the naked bound women in the process of mounting them.

The object of the sport was the total destruction of the large ladies by the wild horses, and a wild fuck to the death was how the horses would accomplish their task. There was no orderly approach to the sexual mounting of the women by the wild stallions, but each achieved full insertion with a succession of powerful thrusts.

These mustangs took what they wanted, and these primate cunts were laid out by the wranglers for the taking. These big mustangs were experienced studs, and were capable of getting their huge penises into whatever they wanted. Without any encouragement necessary, the horses pressed the heads of their big dongs against the perfectly positioned human vaginas.

Large women had been purposefully selected for this bestial fornication activity, ladies whose wombs would be capable of at least admitting the penis heads for this monstrous bestial fucking. Renewed activity from the screamers announced the penetration of their organs, but the strange union of animal and human genitals had nothing to do with love.

The mustangs snorted with approval as the impossibly stuffed vaginas engulfed the upper third of their big pricks. They were gaining a high level of sexual satisfaction for their efforts, and were learning that human fillies were as rewarding to fuck as a mare in season. This loud snorting was not satisfaction the horses displayed, but was instead dominance.

Such a display was appropriate, as the mastered women felt completely dominated, and totally humiliated as well. They were keenly aware of the dozen wealthy ranchers and the two dozen wranglers watching them engage in utterly abnormal forced inter-species sex with the aggressive beasts.

One of the bound women had recognized her brother-in-law in the group of ranchers. He had seen her as well, but produced only a smirking grin at her nakedness, and showed no sign of wanting to help her. She had hated the man who had married her sister, and now she realized why. The gentleman she disliked so much was a heartless sadist.

The worst for the ladies was about to come. The stallions began to lurch their hips forward, painfully jamming their huge pricks deeper into the already stuffed female sex organs. The pounding the cunts took was incredible, but one by one they gave way, to the horror of the bound women.

With unstoppable power the rutting beasts managed to break through the pad at the back of the flesh sheath, destroying the cervix and driving their sex weapons right into the uterus of their human mount. The design of the sloping benches was ideal, allowing the beasts to gain further unnatural entry into the distressed ladies.

The animals’ enormous chests pressed crushingly against the bitches’ chests, protruding the big breasts obscenely out to the sides. These bulging boobs were under such pressure that they began to turn dark and maroon and to stretch impossibly, and a couple of them split open under the extreme pressure.

The remaining breasts were in clear danger of bursting under the incredible slowly increasing pressure. The status of the ladies’ greatly distressed tits was of more interest to the watching men than to the rutting horses. Their objective was to gain full insertion, and they were making good progress.

The big beasts were relentless in their domination of the bitches they had mounted, and were continuing to deepen their entry as they thrust with devastating effect with their powerful hips. When fully engaged, the long stout horse penises had by now punched the ladies’ uterus back into her inner torso, and were thrust through the women’s internal tangle of intestines.

The equestrian cocks were painfully jamming against the ladies’ violated kidneys. These large internal organs were taking a painful and momentous pounding from the powerfully and endlessly thrusting horse cocks. Even with this, the worst was yet to come.

The ropes holding the women’s arms were released now that the horses had gained full entry. The bitches could do little but pound with their fists against the sides of the big stallions, but the visual effect was more pleasing with this added defensive but useless action.

Most of the men had their penises out of their pants, and were now openly masturbating at the sight of the murderous bestial rapes of the large lovely naked women. The stallions were now fully inserted into the ladies, and therefore were now getting enjoyable pressure along the full length of their enormous penises.

Large heavy bullwhips were now engaged by the wranglers, and the men laid the heavy leather across the asses of the grinding horses, being careful to strike the women under the horses as well wherever possible. This attack caused the beasts to jerk their hips forward with greater power and intensity, and as the whipping continued, it soon produced the desired results.

The female sex organs, stretched to the limit, began to fail, ripping open right up through the clit, and with a few more heavy thrusts breaking the pelvic bone, allowing for further progress up the female torsos. The horses were now plowing a fresh furrow, and as the vicious whipping of their rumps continued, the incredible action began as the ranchers wished, to rip open the ladies’ bellies.

At the same time, more of the bulging tits began to pop like balloons under the extraordinary pressure. The mounted women were taking the most remarkable deep gut fucking, and yet they somehow managed to keep up the shrill chorus of hysterical screams like real troopers. They had been well chosen for this task.

These ladies were being treated to a foretaste of hell. This was the wild west at its worst and best, and the men who arranged for them to die in this way were enjoying every moment of it. Their naked captive cunts were providing the entertainment they had been brought here to deliver, and all four of them were putting their hearts into it.

The bestial fucking show was incredible, and the worst was now about to happen. The bullwhips at last found the big swinging testicles of the wild mustangs with deadly accuracy, and the animals now truly displayed their wildness with their increased violence.

Be aware that whipping the large swinging balls of a rutting stallion is never a good idea, particularly if you wish the woman it is fucking to survive. On the other hand, depending on your wishes for the bitch under the stallion, whipping its testicles can and will speed her death.

The beasts bucked with such force that their big pricks ripped open the tight bellies and thrust up between the lungs of the ladies entertaining them, then with several more lunges, plunged right up through the throats and out the gaping mouths of the four unfortunate women.

Both the men and the stallions ejaculated with this startling but predictable conclusion to the remarkable event. The men shot their spunk onto the ground as they watched the stallions’ big cum-spurting pricks sticking six inches out of the stretched open mouths of the cock-impaled women. It was a very satisfying sight to end the remarkable event.

This was the kind of serious action the men had built this ranch retreat for, and they were happy with how well their hobby project was working. They paid the young wranglers well, and the hired hands did much less work than they would on a regular beef ranch.

As a perk for enduring the gore and messy side of the job, which was part of any ranch life, these boys got to play stud to the ladies as often as they liked, and as long as they did no lasting physical damage, they were also permitted to mistreat, abuse, and hurt the bitches as much as they liked, at the discretion of their foreman.

Leaving the wranglers to dismount the wild horses from the human female victims they had fucked to death, the wealthy ranchers returned to the ranch house for dinner. They also took the opportunity to discuss the events they would stage for the next weekend of deadly sexual violence.

The special events at the ranch were being taken to new levels of debauchery, with fresh horrors and highly exciting climaxes planned for their captive female guests. The ladies and girls got to see how they could be treated only when they were directly involved, so that the horrific shock value for them was always present.

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It was the afternoon range patrol that picked up the pair of riders, who were following the trail of wagons that had returned recently from the long journey to the city, and had brought back a fresh supply of bitch stock. The mixed pair of riders were both tired from a long day on the trail and were easily surprised.

The man was of no value to them, and was shot in the head on the spot. The wranglers brought the female in, as they thought the ranchers who owned Devil’s Haven, one of whom they worked for, might be interested in adding the attractive young woman to their stable of beautiful young cunts.

The ranchers were having fun in the corral with a pair of large wild bulls and several buxom women, training the valuable beasts to gore the screaming bitches, all of them captive farm wives, with their long sharp horns. Cassandra was in the corral on horseback.

She was again helping the men, and once more working against her fellow-captives. This time she was using a large bullwhip to keep those terrified naked women who could still stand from climbing the fences. She was very good with a whip, lashing their firm buttocks, large breasts and bringing it up between their legs to attack their naked vulvas.

Cassandra was aware of how much a sharp blow with a whip hurt when it smacked a woman’s bare cunt. She could tell from the sharpness of their scream how effective each blow had been, and knew she was making points when she got the women producing shrill screams.

The eight nude ladies being used in this afternoon sport were not faring well. They were being chased around the enclosure, and when caught were severely gored by the long thrusting horns of angered bulls. Two of the bitches were down, one was being dragged, with a pair of curved horns impaling her big tits, and two more were being trampled to death when the patrol returned with their female guest.

Before they got to the corral, one of the ranchers went to meet the returning riders, diverting them before their guest could fully grasp the horror taking place in the large enclosure. He told the wranglers to take the beautiful young lady into the big ranch house, make her comfortable, make sure she was fed, and bring her to the dining room after dinner.

He returned to enjoy the sexual violence in the corral, just in time to see a bull hit a perfect bull’s-eye with his horn, driving it deep into the cunt of a screaming woman who was falling over backward, her legs spread, as the bull hit her. The effect of the blow was spectacular.

The powerful beast drove its long curved horn into her cunt right to the hilt, with the tip ripping out through her belly just to the right of her navel. Raising its head, the formidable bull lifted the cunt-impaled woman high in the air with its powerful neck, waving her like a flag.

The wrangler had done as he was bid, and took his new captive toward the large ranch house. They were not close enough to the corral to see all of the gory details, and the wrangler did his best to block her view, but it was clear to the young lady that something terrible was going on in the enclosure, and her face was ashen white with shock at the incredible bestial violence she was sure was taking place.

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Cassandra was escorted into the dining room as soon as the men had completed their evening meal. She brought with her the handicraft she had been working on while the men had eaten. She had cut out the cunts that had not been damaged by the bulls in the corral that afternoon, and had used the female sex organs to decorate the shaft of an Indian spear she had found out on the plains.

Her design was simple. She had thrust the head of the spear into the rear of the severed female organs, and then had thrust it right through, so that the sharpened stone head emerged through the front of each detached cunt. There were seven of the amputated pussies mounted on the long spear shaft, and as she held it, drops of blood from the bizarre prizes trickled onto her closed fist.

Cassandra was clearly proud of her outrageous creation. Everything she did now was to please the men, and she had learned a great deal about their excessive tastes. She well knew that her continuation as a favored cunt depended on her amazing them with her behavior, and she was starting to enjoy the freedom she had to do whatever she wished.

The men were enjoying the sass of their cheeky prize. She stood nearly naked in her boots, chaps, vest and hat. She also wore a bandana around her neck. The beautiful bitch was otherwise naked, with her beautiful clean-shaved cunt and full breasts on open display.

There was no dignity left in this nineteen-year-old bitch any more, she was now fully focused on the degradation she could create with her barbarous treatment of the other female slaves. As long as her behavior was outrageous, she knew the group of cunt-killing ranchers valued her. She had their full attention, even though they had their own agenda.

At that moment two of the wranglers brought in the young woman who had ridden too close to their camp. They lifted the girl up onto the table.

“Let’s have a look at you, cunt!” one of the ranchers said, and they reached up and began pulling off her clothing.

She had a beautiful figure, with large breasts and a slender waist. This fact became even more apparent as each article of clothing was ripped off her. When she wore only an undershirt and her boots, Duke leaned forward and jerked the last remnant of her clothing off the young woman.

This revealed a startling jagged scar that ran from the bush above her love nest upward across her stomach and between her breasts to her throat. Duke looked up at her face and for the first time the two made eye contact. The girl screamed and Duke gave a startled laugh.

“By God, its the girl I left for dead hanging on that cactus up the draw last year! I left you gutted! How the fuck did your survive?”

“Willy!” This time it was Cassandra who made the outburst, “Oh God! Willamina is my little sister. How did you ever get here?”

“Cassandra!” Willamina shouted. “I’ve been searching for you ever since you disappeared. We were sure something awful had happened to you. Then this terrible man nearly killed me with his whip! Why are you here? Why are you naked? What are you holding? What is the scandalous place?”

Cassandra dropped her spear, and leaped up onto the table to embrace her sister.

“God, Willy, it’s been more than a year,” she sobbed, and the two sisters bawled like calves separated from their mothers, “It’s so good to see you. What ever happened to your belly?”

“That awful man tied me to a big cactus,” she said, looking at Duke, “And he whipped me terribly. His awful whip actually split my tummy open.”

“What I’d like to know is how you survived it,” Duke said.

“A prospector saw me, he watched you do the whole thing. He had some wire he used to sew my tummy closed. He looked after me for a whole month in his cave. He saved my life, no thanks to you! He saw everything, and promised me if he ever found you he’ll kill you!”

Duke knew that although it had been nearly a year since the actual event, the prospector was most likely still using that cave. There were few possibilities for its location, and that very draw was the most likely spot. The prospector most certainly made hollow promises to calm and impress the girl, but he would never follow through.

The situation was that Duke was more concerned that he could be identified. The man who had helped her was unlikely to know who the girl’s attackers had been, but to be certain, he immediately dispatched two of the wranglers who had been with him at the time to find and kill the man. There was no sense in leaving loose ends dangling. A dead man always made a poor witness.

Duke unfurled his whip, and with the expertise born of years of woman whipping, brought the tip snapping up between the legs of the embracing girls, striking the delicate cunt-meat of both bitches with an explosive snap. Both of them leaped in the air screaming.

“Get off the table, cunt!” he commanded, his comment directed at his favorite, and without hesitation Cassandra bounded to the floor. Her sister stood on the rustic wooden table, naked except for her boots, shaking with horror and dread. She had experienced that man’s punishing talent with a whip while seeking out her lost sister, and now had found herself in his terrible power once more.

“That spear of yours is a nice fit for severed cunts,” he said to Cassandra, “Let’s see how it does in a vagina still in use by its owner.”

Cassandra quivered noticeably, recognizing the terrible thing Duke was asking of her. He was putting her to the test, to measure the depth of her debauchery.

Willamina also understood, and the belly-scarred young woman began screaming uncontrollably. She pissed herself as she stood, shaking with terror. She looked at her sister, and saw in her face the changes the last year had brought to the young woman.

Two wranglers grabbed her, pulled her off the table, and held her belly-down along the back of a sofa, perfectly positioned for total impalement. She had beautiful rounded buttocks, and the hollow between them revealed both her starfish anus and her quivering vagina.

“Make your sister Willy into a pig-on-a-stick,” Duke said, “Put the spear into her up through her cunt.”

Cassandra hesitated only for an instant, then she obediently picked up her cunt-decorated Indian spear. She was not looking forward with relish to following her masters’ orders.

These ranchers owned her, and she had no choice but to follow their commands. She recognized her standing as a slave, and that her enslavement meant her total obedience to their every wish, no matter how much she was personally distressed by what they required of her.

The head of the weapon was eight inches long and nearly three inches wide at the base. It was made of chiseled flint, and had sharp wavy edges. She knew she had the strength to shove it up the full length of a woman’s torso, but to do so now meant losing a sister by her own hand. This was not a game, it was a case of straight out murder. Sister murder.

Cassandra thought to herself what an evil man Duke was, and as she also she felt a knot of raw excitement growing in her gut, and a moist heat filling her stinging vagina. They were going to make her kill her own sister, who had also been her only close friend ever.

Duke knew that this was a horrific thing to make her do, and he also knew that she was unable to resist his command. He had the sporting bitch. She was a total sex slave, and was not allowed to ever have a will of her own. Slave was the operative word, and the gorgeous cunt was all about sex.

Because the men wanted it, she had no choice. As a victim herself, she felt free of responsibility. This was a heinous crime she was about to commit, and it could never be her fault. She was free of blame, free to enjoy the daring act. She had no choice, because she was their slave.

This was so exciting she thought she would likely take a crap. Then without warning, she squatted and took a shit, right there on the floor, to the amusement of the men. They could tell from her face that the cunt was in a state of elevated sexual arousal, and ready to do their bidding.

With Willamina lying flat along the ridge of the back of the sofa, one leg on the bench and the other dangling to the floor, both her anus in its secret hollow and her vagina splitting her pubic mound were fully exposed. Cassandra lifted the spear with its fleshy decorations, and pointed the large stone head at the naked crotch of her sister.

She gently poked the tip against the sensitive skin of the offered puckered rectum, drawing screams of horror from Willy. The men laughed at the prone girl, her big tits spread over the back of the couch. She twisted in her agony of embarrassment and humiliation.

She suddenly gasped at the sting of the sharp tip of the spear probing at her little bum hole, causing the weapon to scratch her anus. When Cassandra was satisfied she had pleased the men with this corrupt teasing of her younger sister, she lowered the tip to the generous folds of Willy’s pretty cunt, as Duke had proposed.

The outer lips of the pretty pussy were puffed like a decent sex mound should be when the woman was in heat. The men could see the scaring around the exposed clit where the female sex organ had been split wide open a year before by Duke’s infamous woman-whip.

The outer labia of the beautiful cunt was spread to expose the generous inner pink lips that folded outward, revealing the round bright pink gap that was designed to stretch to take into itself a probing male organ. Now it was a large stone spear head that was probing at the vestibule of her private portal and seeking entry, handled by her sister.

Cassandra moved the tip around the inner edges of the cunt lips, warming the female organ to prepare it for the main thrust. She watched carefully for signs of reception, and as Willy’s slit moistened, she saw the girl begin to gently though involuntarily hump her hips.

The constrained sister was becoming sexually stimulated by the motion and feel of the stone even as she was being totally humiliated for the entertainment of the wealthy ranchers. What was worse for her was that her sister Cassandra was doing this for the evil ranchers.

At the instant she felt her younger sister had reached full arousal from the stimulation to her genitals, she suddenly thrust on the stout spear shaft, and the entire large stone head of the weapon of war was abruptly engulfed in the fleshy slot. Willamina’s scream in reaction was both shrill and piercing.

The men holding her had to use their entire weight to keep the struggling bitch from rolling off the back of the couch as she pitched and twisted in her distress and humiliation. Her movement caused the sharpened stone head to scrape against the delicate walls of her womb, increasing her discomfort with shots of pain.

Cassandra moved the large stone head around inside her sister’s gripping fuck-sheath, giving her the full sense of her power over her. Then she thrust again, this time applying all her strength, driving the sharp-edged flint through the tiny mouth of Willy’s rubbery cervix and deep into her uterus.

Now the large spearhead was not just scraping her, but was also stabbing the meat of the pinned bitch’s internal reproductive organ. The tender flesh was sliced deeply by both edges, sending bolts of searing pain coursing through the naked girl’s tensed torso and kicking legs.

Duke saw Cassandra watching him, with a look of anguish on her face. If she were allowed to stop this now, her sister would not be killed by the abuse. Cassandra knew better than that. She realized with resignation that she would not be permitted to stop short of completely impaling her sister for the pleasure and entertainment of these powerful men.

No form of mercy was ever permitted at Devil’s Haven. Now that the spear was firmly embedded in the torso of the naked girl, Duke allowed Cassandra to release the shaft, and it stood out boldly from the invaded female organ. The severed cunts on the rude pole made a stark contrast to the living cunt gripping the wood behind the spear’s stone head.

The girl was a truly obscene object as she lay panting from the extreme distress the men caused her. Cassandra was told to climb aboard her sister, as if she were riding a horse. Duke opened a hand-tooled leather case that contained a matched pair of beautiful long bladed dueling knives.

The narrow blades were a full twelve inches long, and were sharp on both edges. Cassandra took them from him, admiring their fine steel and ornate handles. She was not sure what she was expected do with them, but was certain that whatever it was, it would not go well for her sister.

Cassandra moved the twin blades before her sister’s face, so that Willy had a full sense of what was about to happen. It was just that neither bitch knew exactly when or where. Willy tried desperately and unsuccessfully to buck her older sister off her back. Cassandra’s weight was just too much for her.

She was an impressive creature, with the spear sticking out of her cunt and her breasts bulging severely with the spread and the weight being applied to them. Her magnificent boobs had survived Duke’s whipping of a year ago, although the scars left by the heinous bitch-whipping weapon were deep and permanent.

Duke saw that Cassandra’s cunt was starting to work up a foam where it was pressed against her sister’s bare back, a certain sign that she was nearly ready for the monstrous act he would require of her. He flicked his whip at her, slapping her naked breasts with it to remind her of her subjugation to him.

“Bury both of the blades in Willy’s big boobs!” he commanded her.

Cassandra lifted the blades out to the sides. Her brief hesitation appeared to be more for effect than a sign of any disobedience. Then she drove them downward and into the big bulging mammaries of her young sister.

The sixteen-year-old Willy’s eyes bulged in shock and disbelief at what her sister had just done to her. The monstrous knives had stabbed right into her bulging tits, and the long double-edged blades had been driven right through her marvelous boobs so that the points scraped against each other between them. Her fucking sister had just ruined her, top and bottom.

Cassandra leaped off her human mount and once more grabbed the stout shaft of the spear. If she was going to do this monstrous deed, she would have to do it now, while she had the resolve. With all her might, she began heaving on the impaling spear shaft, and with each effort, the large deadly weapon advanced a few inches deeper into the torso of her supine sister.

Now unrestrained, Willy flopped off the back of the sofa onto the floor, and rolled onto her back. She raised her pelvis to reduce the agony of the stout shaft which was gaining greater depth with each powerful lunge by her older sister. She attempted to grab the handles of the knives impaling her breasts, but she needed her arms to brace herself against the terrible lunging of the spear.

Willy tried to roll onto her side, lifting her hip as the barbarous spear was shoved deeper into her through her cunt. She used the gripping power of her sex organ to try to stop the entry, but the cock-holster was no match for the reso;ve and strength of her determined sister.

Cassandra was now bent on completing the heinous murder of her sister as quickly as possible, and her determination paid off as the stone head of the Indian spear plunged between Willy’s lungs and drove its way up into her throat, now constricting her breathing.

Cassandra used all her might to force the weapon up through the gagging young lady’s throat. She knew the ranchers would not be satisfied until she had driven the head right out through Willy’s gaping mouth, and that is exactly what she did. With a resounding cheer, the men greeted the missing spear head as it emerged between Willy’s spread lips.

With a final thrust by Cassandra, the spear head stood out a full foot from her spread mouth. She had done it. She had actually killed her own sister! When the odious task of impalement was finally completed, Cassandra sat down hard, shaking, her head bowed, and sobbed.

She had never had such an emotional rush in her life, and it was more than she could handle. Duke had other ideas. He lashed her with his whip, forcing her to sit once more on the impaled carcass of her young sister. She did so, but was now showing no sign of the spunk she had earlier.

“We don’t need the bitch’s body, and those cunts you used on the spear shaft were silly, but why don’t you cut off the head of the impaled bitch, and leave that on the spear as a decoration.”

Cassandra felt a wave of revulsion, but without hesitation she obediently drew the twin blades out of Willy’s big breasts, and went to work, using them to slice off her dead sister’s head.

Physically, the task was not too bad. It reminded her of the wet part of slaughtering pigs. All of the blood would wash off later, and it was just part of the animal. Now that she was dead, Willy was nothing more than the body of an animal, and Cassandra managed to do as she was bid, avoiding looking at the face, almost as if to do so might cause her distress.

When she had finished the heinous task, she was surprised at how easy it was to pull the carcass off the shaft, lubricated by the gore and blood, leaving the head on the end with its grinning mouth gripping the pole of the Indian spear as a decoration. She had to agree that the head of her younger sister made a far more interesting adornment than those silly severed cunts had been.

Cassandra took up the obscene spear and struck a vulgar pose with it, thrusting her pelvis to better display her vagina, as she knew was expected of her. She looked at the large group of wealth and sadistic men sitting and enjoying their after-dinner drinks, admiring her profane arrogance. She realized that somehow their admiration gave her a kind of power, as backward as it was.

She was their slave, and she did their obscene bidding, but by doing as they asked, and by being beautiful, brazen, and sexually outrageous, she realized she was able to drive their sadistic engines, to make them get the most out of their enormous investment in this operation.

The purpose she filled so well for the men made her feel complete as a woman, useful in life, and somehow free. Her upbringing in the American West, her education in St. Lewis, and her full year of experience here at the Devil’s Haven Ranch had instilled in her a clear understanding of the true place of women in the general scheme of things.

She was a cunt, and somehow because of it she was nearly as valued as were the beef cattle upon which these powerful men had built their sizable fortunes. Cassandra was a Queen of the West and, at the moment, she seemed to be interesting to the men who owned her.

She displayed an impudent smile that was frozen on her face, but a tear trickled down her cheek as she realized the terrible price she paid for this freedom. She knew the true value of human bitch meat at this bizarre ranch retreat. Cunts were admired for their brass and how well they died, and for little more.

None of the men sitting around this room valued her any more than they did the gore and the headless carcass on the floor that had moments before been her beautiful young sister. She was fully aware that it was only her impudent sexually brazen behavior that interested them.

That and her willingness to participate in the most debasing acts of wanton carnal debauchery, new acts that allowed her to live through each new day. Her cunt and her total lack of moral restraints gave her the only value she had. She had long ago learned that the value of a cunt was in her debauchery.

She also realized that it would take only a whim of Duke’s, or any of the other wealth and sadistic ranch owners, and she would pay the ultimate price for that final freedom. Cassandra was a sex slave, and was destined to become nothing more. She knew also that she could easily become much less.

666

It was just one of those crazy things that sometimes happen. Two wranglers were out hunting, to bring home a deer to provide a feast of venison. They saw a pair of bucks on a ridge, who at the same time spotted them, and both promptly disappeared over the hill.

The bucks had entered a grove of trees nestled in the bottom of the draw on the other side of the ridge. One wrangler headed to the far end, while the other began moving into the trees, to flush the deer out. This was a simple strategy, and being in a narrow gully, it worked.

A single shot to the head brought one of the bucks down, which was all they needed. A headshot meant the meat would be untainted, and nobody risked breaking a tooth on unexpected lead. The deer fell beneath a large tree, so it was no trouble to get a rope over a branch, with one end tied to the back legs, and pull the carcass up for the cowboys to rip open, bleed out and clean their fresh kill.

As they were completing the task, they were startled when a small boy appeared, apparently attracted by the sound of the single gunshot. The ravine twisted, and the broad leaves of the trees would have served to muffle the sound. The men were surprised the sound had carried.

“What the fuck you guys doin’, an’ who the fuck are you?” the innocent lad asked.

The men guessed he could be no more than ten-years-old, and wet behind the ears. The way he said it indicated the use of that word was new to him, and could only be safely used when addressing complete strangers.

The cowboys were startled at his appearance, so far from the nearest ranch, and much farther to the nearest town. What was he doing so far from virtually anything?

“Who the fuck’s asking?” was the response.

“I’m Wally. Me and a bunch of friends are on a campin’ trip with Mr. Wise, our teacher. We’re all havin’ ourselves a outdoor adventure, tentin’ an’ everythin’. He’s teachin’ us stuff girls and parents don’t need to know nothin’ about, so we come out here.

“We just got us a fun jackin’ off lesson. You know, fistin’ our cocks! You guys should try it, it sometime, its easy an’ it feels real good. We got our camp just down around the bend in the draw. I left ‘em at the fire havin’ lunch, to take a pee.”

“Did you now! Take us back and introduce us to your friends and teacher, real nice like.”

“I can do that. They’ll be real surprised at there bein’ cowboys out here, on accounta there ain’t many cows out this way.”

One of the cowboys lifted the boy onto the back of his horse, and they rode down the draw. They found a large wagon, a team of two horses, three tents and a campfire, around which sat eleven other boys and their teacher, eating their lunch of baked beans. Their penises were back in their pants.

The teacher stood as they approached.

“Hey Willy, who you brought here?”

“I got me a coupla cowboys here what just killed themselves a deer, a big buck, just up the draw.”

One of the wranglers rode right over to the teacher, and told him, “I need you to get these kids into the wagon right now, because there’s a flash flood on the way.”

The teacher looked incredulous.

“The sky’s clear. I don’t see any rain.”

“It’s behind that ridge. Its pissin’ down rain as hard as you can imagine, and it always comes rushin’ down this ravine. You got no time, get them kids inta the wagon, NOW!”

The teacher bundled the boys into the wagon as the other wrangler harnessed the horses and attached them. As soon as the task was completed the wrangler, still mounted, drew his gun and put a bulled through the head of Mr. Wise. Like the deer, he was dead before he hit the ground.

The other wrangler tied his horse to the back of the wagon and climbed on to drive it. The boys were screaming hysterically but he ignored them and got the wagon moving. They let down the stag they had killed and threw in into the back of the wagon beside the boys. They headed out, with a lovely surprise for the ranchers who employed them.

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It was late afternoon, and the ranchers had just returned from some sport with a pair of young girls who had not survived the rigors of the event. The chef summoned Duke to the kitchen. When the big rancher arrived, he said “Mike and Lonnie just brought us back a big beautiful buck, so we’ll be dining on venison tonight.”

“You didn’t call me in here just to tell me that,” Duke said, knowing there was more to come.

“That’s right, Boss, they also brought back a wagon full of kids, a dozen boys, all about ten years old.”

“Now that’s worth the walk. Where are they?”

“I had a couple of boys give them kids a bath, and we put ‘em all into a empty stall in the barn, well secured. When we move the boys outta their stall, the girls are gonna be relieved to know how lucky they are, because they may not have to entertain tonight.”

“That’s perfect,” Duke replied, “Let’s get that cunt Cassandra working on how the boys will amuse us. She’s seen a thing or two, and knows the kind of thing we enjoy. We’ve never had little pricks to play with before, and they’re old enough to get an erection, if not shoot semen. I’m pretty sure she’ll have some ideas on how they can be used.”

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The dozen ranchers sat around the big table, enjoying the scenario Cassandra had designed. Twelve grade two girls obtained in a raid of an elementary school in a distant town, all of them seven years old, were turned lose in the large room. All of them, as well as the ten-year-old boys, were brought in buck naked.

Nude children always served as titillation for their adult male audience. Since arriving at Devil’s Haven the little girls had been well schooled in how to please men, and all of them had mastered the fine art of fellatio. They were put to work on sucking up erections on the nude boys, who agreed this was a terrific arrangement, even with those adult men watching.

The girls had been trained well, and soon had the young boys displaying rigid little dicks, the size of a man’s thumb. They were encouraged in their stimulating cock sucking by regular rude comments from the cowboys, and their rapid response spoke volumes about Cassandra’s success as a sex instructor for children.

The naked little girls squealed with delight when they had each produced on their older male partner a raging little erection. Their delight changed rapidly to horror when the boys were instructed to put their upward-pointing woodies to work in raping the nude little girls’, most of them virgins, who were three years younger.

A few of the boys who had witnessed from the closet their parents copulate laid their pick of girls on their backs and mounted them missionary style, but most got them on their hands and knees, and mounted them as they had seen dogs and pigs fucking.

Four of them were somewhat experienced with fucking, as they had practiced rectal fucking each other behind the school’s woodpile. These four boys drilled the grade two girls in their tight little assholes, not being certain what a girl’s cunnie was for, and for the time being these naked little girls remained virgins.

Sex education was not on the grade five curriculum, and the course boy talk they had heard had all been more about scat vocabulary than female anatomy. All of the boys could swear like sailors, but none of t hem had any idea of the process for making babies.

The boys mounting them humped into the little girls like rutting rabbits, but all of them were too young to produce seed, which was fine, as the girls were too young to do anything productive with it. Ejaculation would bring sexual relief, but in this case, the boys would simply tire from prolonged efforts.

The sight of immature but developing male gonads fucking into more immature and barely developing little female gonads was entertaining for the ranchers, as was watching four of the naked little girls being brutally buggered. Small but eager cocks plunging into such young female flesh was entertaining.

When the boys had finished taking their pleasure with the girls, all of them for the first time, they stood, their dicks limp, and the little girls stood beside them, eight of them with tiny trickles of blood in their upper inner thighs, produced by the tearing of their hymen.

Cassandra instructed them to get to their knees, and once more suck the boys up to full erection. The little girls, whimpering from the shock of their violent rape, mostly complied. The two who did not got a new and unexpected education regarding disobedience.

A wrangler watching the proceedings suddenly lashed his whip at the pair of seven-year-old’s puffy freshly fucked cuntlets, and in an instant they were on their knees swiftly sucking flaccid cocks. It took the little girls quite a bit longer this time, since the inexperienced penises had not yet developed endurance, but with persistence driven by the need to avoid the lash of the whip, they had all soon succeeded.

The boys were instructed to take their stiff cocks in their fists and to pump them, to keep them firm. All of the boys readily complied, and while they did this, the ranchers each picked one of the naked little girls, picked her up, held her bare vagina to their mouths, and gave her a deep tongue fucking.

The little ladies were shocked at first that men older than their fathers would put their mouths to their cunnies and stick their big tongues deep into them, but before long they were all enjoying the intimate oral attention they were receiving. This was a kind of nasty, dirty behavior they would never have dreamed possible at home, and if their moms and dads saw this, they knew they would get a good spanking.

Their moms and dads were not part of this, and would never know what fun they’d had being so bad. They had all forgotten the pain and humiliation of being raped by the boys, and they all thought this was really sexy. Everything was new, including the pleasurable feeling they discovered with the motion of the tongues tugging on their little clits.

Most of the little girls had never even noticed they had a clit before, and now discovered it was a point of wonderful pleasure. Two of the smaller girls were so excited they lost bladder control, and they peed right into the mouths of the men tonguing them. The men chuckled, and swallowed the amber essence of the little girls as an unexpected treat.

When all of the men had satisfied themselves in digging their tongues deep into the newly liberated cunnies, and for four of them, doing the liberation themselves, the cute little naked girls were put down, and the wranglers took them back to their stall in the barn. They were done for the evening, and what was rare was that they all lived to tell about it.

The men were ready to see what else their captive lady had in store for them. Cassandra got the nude boys to stand in a line, all of them still pleasuring themselves by jerking on their stiff little cocks. This was something they had all done before, and they all liked the sexy feeling it gave them.

The sight of the girls being mouthed by the men had kept them interested. Their sexual interest was being awakened early, and they were all fully engaged in their new education. Up until now most of their sexual activity had been on their own, fucking their fists.

“Do you boys know about Tug-‘o-War?” she asked as they all continued their rapid masturbation. They all nodded in the affirmative.

“Well, we’re going to play a fun variation on that very idea.”

She held up a long slender braided leather rope, and tied it around the penis and testicles of the boy at one end of the line. Running it between their legs, and a couple of feet along she tied the gonads of the second boy, and so on, until half the boys were so engaged.

Here she left 4 feet to the next boy, but then two feet apart for each of the others, so that she had two teams of six boys each, joined by their penises and testicles very tightly tied together. Although the cord was tied tightly, the boys stood with slack in the line, so that there was no extra discomfort. Yet.

“Now we have the rope in place, and two teams, so let’s start a fun cock and balls pull, and see how you do!”

The boys were dumbfounded, but a sharp crack of the whip across the buttocks of several of them got the competition going. She put a spoon on the floor between the two groups, and the task she set them was to pull the other team over it, with all of the pressure on their roped gonads.

Duke grasped her buttock, and then slipped his hand between her legs and thrust three fingers up into her vagina. As expected, he found it moist. He moved his thumb over her erect clit, and rubbed it for her, bringing her to orgasm. He had this beautiful cunt’s number, and could throw her switches whenever he wished.

“Nice work,” he said.

“We’re just getting started,” she said, “On their own spreads, all of the ranchers here throw a big slab of butter in a big pan over a fire at branding time, and when the bull calves are steered, their balls go in to be cooked, then everybody enjoys a feed of fresh Texas oysters.

“They’re also called Rocky Mountain Oysters, sometimes called Prairie Oysters. I thought you guys might like something like that tonight.”

“Great idea,” Duke said, “and this little game will get their nice delicate balls well stressed so that when we take them off, they’ll be well tenderized.”

“I’m planning something a little better than that,” Cassandra responded.

The pulling was getting more intense, as was planned, and the boys were now screaming, caught in the tight line being tugged so that their gonads were being more severely tortured with each heavy pull. It looked like the cruel competition was going to end in a standoff, excruciating for all of them.

Two wranglers took the ends of the line and they added their considerable strength to the pull. The agony in the groin was already insufferable, and one by one the boys collapsed, unable to stand in the unbearable pain they were enduring, although creating for each other.

“We’re going to need a ladder,” Cassandra said, and one of the wranglers, tipped off in advance, promptly produced one. She pointed to where she wanted him to put it, and then had the other two bring the boys over to it. The boys at one end were lifted high, and the end of the line was tied to one of the many conveniently placed and regularly used hooks in the ceiling.

The ladder was moved, and the cord three boys further along was tied to another hook, leaving the three lads hanging by their tightly tied cock and balls. The wranglers continued in this manner until there were four loops with three boys hanging by their gonads from each.

All of the lads were now at least six feet above the floor, their heads down and their legs kicking, suspended by the cord around their erect little dicks and scrunched nuts, screaming at the top of their lungs from the outrageous pain they were experiencing.

Their blood was engorged in their trapped penises, making their erections larger. “The extra stress on their balls will tenderize them beautifully,” Cassandra pointed out, “and they will be both tender and delicious. Best of all, you won’t have to castrate the boys, because we’ll leave them dangling until they drop, and when they do their balls should hang freed.”

What she predicted was exactly what happened. The heaviest boy dropped first, leaving his prick and split ball sack in the tight knot that his weight had tightened beyond endurance. Within a minute the second fell, and before five minutes had passed all twelve little boys lay writhing on the floor, some having broken their necks in the fall.

The chef was summoned, having been alerted earlier to the plan by Cassandra, and he was told to bring a large pan. He put the two dozen testicles into butter, and took the pan back to the kitchen to prepare and season the special treat for the ranchers. The three wranglers dragged the naked boys outside to dispatch them with a knife to the throat.

They threw their carcasses into the wagon to transport out to the large dugout three miles away where used carcasses were given disposal. At least four large packs of coyotes had been attracted to the region, knowing there was fresh meat to be had in that dugout on a regular basis.

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Gina had been Cassandra’s history professor last year at the State University in St. Louis. Her lectures were always interesting, and often dealt with various forms of extreme cruelty around the world. Cassandra had found that odd, but was intrigued with many of the bizarre and atrocious kinds of behavior she heard about.

Clearly the woman was an expert on man’s inhumanity to man and particularly to women, based on the stories of extreme sadism she regularly told in class. The highly educated and knowledgeable woman had a curious level of interest in the more outlandish kinds of human behavior.

She was particularly interested in telling stories of extreme sexual excess, and did not shy away from using many highly descriptive words for torture of male and female genitalia, as well as both external and internal gonads. This made her lectures very popular with some of her students. Cassandra was one of these.

Gina was a big woman, with a slender waist and full breasts and hips, which was fashionable at the time. Gina had always appeared somewhat prudish, with her hair always done up in a tight bun, and she wore spectacles that gave her an owlish look, appearing very pretty while very intelligent.

Cassandra had always looked up to her, so she was more than surprised when one evening as she was serving the men at their evening meal, she saw the female professor Gina sitting at table with the men, apparently as an honored guest of one of the ranchers.

Duke had learned of the gorgeous professor’s interest in degrading debauchery from his friend, the madam of the bordello his men frequented when in St. Lewis. Gina was a regular customer of the bordello, who delighted in abusing girls the age of her students, and often also some who were much younger.

She was in her mid-thirties, and had taken good care of herself. Her large tanned breasts stood proudly on her chest, as she revealed with her white blouse under her open black vest unbuttoned down to the belt line, exposing most of an admirable cleavage, as well as a deep navel in her tight tummy. She appeared to be a bitch either available or on the hunt.

Gina did not particularly notice and did not recognize her past student immediately, as Cassandra was just one of more than twenty girls assigned to serving duties that evening. All of the serving girls wore special toe shoes, with rigid bent soles which forced them to walk in an extremely uncomfortable position on their tip toes, not unlike ballet dancers.

Their only other costume was feathered headgear, like a squaw, and little tutu skirts around their waists, which did nothing to cover their rounded butts or red painted sexual charms, the color of their lips. Their hair and been pulled back and done into tight braids which were rolled around their heads, supporting the feathers they wore.

The girls had been trained by one of the slaves, who was a dancer, to walk right up on their tip toes, which was difficult, but very appealing to the large assemblage of diners. The girls had to walk with their knees spread, as they brought to the table large meaty beef ribs stuck into their vaginas, protruding like obscene cooked male erections.

The centerpiece on the large polished oak table was a naked slave girl. She was kneeling on the table face down, with her chest pressed hard against the table and her ass propped high in the air. Her elbows and knees were strapped to steel hoops in the table, holding her firmly in place.

The attractive slave had a three-inch-thick beeswax candle protruding from her anus. It was lighted, and its hot wax dripped down between her buttocks and across the tender heat-flared meat of her pretty young cunt. The big candle had been burning for more than an hour.

The hot dripping wax had tortured her clit with its heat, and then run down and was crusted on her tummy and across the base of her bulging tits. She was sobbing softly with both pain and total humiliation. She was emitting sharp squeaks with the sudden stabs of pain to her inflamed clit from fresh streams of the hot wax.

As the candle burned, the wick grew closer to the kneeling teenager’s spread buttocks, and then right down to the spread circumference of her candle-stuffed anus. Cassandra watched in fascination as its glow lighted the delicate meat of her tightly stretched anus.

Only Cassandra and a few of the other slave girls had been present when Duke had loaded the candle into the girl, and knew that the candle was built around a small explosive charge that had been thrust deep into her colon. The sobbing slave girl knew what was coming.

The tiny stick of dynamite was just large enough that when it blew, it would make mincemeat of the young girl’s intestines without blowing her entirely apart. It was intended that she would surprise the men as she violently and suddenly died from a gross internal explosion.

If it worked as planned, she would bulge wide at the waist as if suddenly pregnant, and then perhaps spray blood and perhaps a bit of gore ejected from her anus and vagina, without the inconvenience of spreading her explosion-shredded viscera all over the room.

As Cassandra approached the table, walking with the new and still slightly awkward skill she had learned in the bizarre though minimal toe shoes, the girl in front of her stopped at the man who had brought Gina. Cassandra blanched as she realized with huge embarrassment it was she who would have to serve her ex-professor.

There was no way out of it. Like the other girls did, she turned her back to the table and leaned back on it. Then she pulled herself back, sliding her bare buttocks up onto the polished oak, lifting her shapely legs so that she could get to her feet on the table.

That was a trick in these remarkable shoes, but the girls had all practiced it during the afternoon, and within a moment all of them were standing on the table, legs spread and pelvis rotated, in front of the guest they were to serve with their offered cunts.

The next part of the performance was equally tricky. All of the girls had to squat down to present the large curved barbecued beef rib in their cunts to the guest. Cassandra was more athletic than most of the other girls, and she managed to get right down with her knees spread wide and her stuffed vulva thrust forward.

The eager diners were much too interested in the firmly packed female sex organs, dripping warm thick gravy and barbecue sauce, to notice faces. Gina was no different. She leaned forward with her mouth open, her lips curled, and dug her teeth into the ample cooked meat on the big beef rib sticking out of Cassandra’s packed cunt.

The diners put off using their hands for as long as possible, but at last, when they had picked the exposed bone clean, they pulled the remaining eight inches of rib out of the slave women’s cunts. When they had picked the bones clean of meat, they began licking the gravy and meat sauce off and out of the luscious cunts before them.

When Gina got her tongue over and around the erect clit before her, Cassandra nearly went wild with bursting passion. Her outrageous professor knew how to entertain the cunt of a woman, to bring her and hold her in a massive, all-embracing orgasm.

Cassandra thrust her naked sex organ against the open mouth of the educated woman, taking what pleasure she could before the game turned brutal, as she was certain it would, and she was ready when the beautiful guest dug her teeth deep into the meat of her lust-gorged cunt-lips.

The slave girls were at first squealing in delight as their cunts were serviced, but this was only the preliminary part of the exercise. They were soon screaming in pain as the vicious teeth of the stimulated diners went to work on the tender flesh of their vulnerable sex organs. Pleasure and pain were close allies in this fiendish sexual game.

This game was not intended to remain pleasurable for the slave girls, and the diners made certain it was not. To take her mind off the stabs of pain as the chomping teeth mashed her tender cunt-lips against the bone they gripped, Cassandra watched the candle burning closer to the rectal flesh of the teenager in the center of the large oak table.

By now the candle’s wick was within an inch of the teenager’s tightly stretched flesh ring, and the light the dancing yellow flame produced caused the translucent woman-meat to glow. The teenage girl was feeling the direct radiant heat of the flame by now, and her moaning quickly progressed to sharp squeals of agony, joining those of the slave girls who were having their cunt-lips tenderized by the teeth of the diners.

Cassandra squeezed her eyes tightly closed to control the pain that seared from her own bothered cunt, firmly gripped in the mouth of the beautiful expert on world history. This woman knew more about the ingenious methods used around the world for the torture of captive females.

For some reason, the scholar had made the history of female torture her specialty. She clearly knew how to hurt the vagina. Now Cassandra was paying the price of the woman’s unusual knowledge. She felt the teeth slide forward to take in her clit, and it was quickly the target of the painful chewing.

When Cassandra opened her eyes again, she saw that the teenage human candelabra’s stretched rectum was now beginning to blister from the heat of the flame, which was now less than half an inch from the glowing pink flesh. That was close enough to cook the inner hollow of her buttocks.

Her flesh slowly sizzled as it was cooking, and Cassandra realized that was exactly what was happening. The young girl’s body fat was starting to melt from the heat, and it had now reached the boiling point. She wondered if it would actually reach the flash point.

Now the girl’s harsh screaming, as the pain from her burning anus reached and overloaded her brain. The diners watched her with interest as the straining girl’s blistered and blackened rectum did as Cassandra supposed it might: her anus really burst into flame, as her own melting fat caught fire.

This spontaneous combustion of a human body was a rare sight to see, and it caused all of the guests to watch with interest, giving the slave girls some brief relief from the torture being applied to their luscious cunts. All of the guests were watching the slave girl’s extreme agony from the burning of her rectum.

At that moment the explosive charge went off inside the lovely young girl, bulging her slender waist. She did in fact appear to be spontaneously ripely pregnant. The internal blast ripped apart the girl’s colon, blowing out the flame, but that was of no comfort to her. Her large intestine was shattered, and the small internal explosion destroyed her bladder and uterus, while severely damaging her liver and kidneys.

Blood spurted out from her ruptured rectum and sprayed the bare backs of three of the nude slave girls, who shielded the diners facing them. The unfortunate teenager slumped almost immediately, killed instantly by the ferocity and resulting damage of the heinous explosive device that had been planted inside her.

Cassandra had jerked her hips back as the explosion hit inside the teenager, and she ripped her cunt-lips out of the teeth of the woman licking her vagina while chewing the tender organ lips. The woman feasting on Cassandra’s cunt looked up at her face for the first time.

She was understandably angry at the impudent move by the cooperative sex slave, and was startled to see she was performing cunnilingus on her ex-pupil. Duke noticed the look of recognition between the two, and made a mental note. Cassandra was going to entertain them in a way she could never imagine.

Gina grinned with pleasure and excitement, then she grabbed Cassandra’s hips and pulled the beautiful young slave-woman’s cunt back to her face. She dug her teeth into the sensitized flesh petals, biting so hard that the erect clit popped free, she broke the skin and caused the beautiful female sex organ to bleed, drawing a delightful squeal.

The familiar-looking young slave girl startled Gina by pressing her naked groin against her face, aggressively meeting the challenge to the point of cunt-smothering the sadistic woman. Gina leapt to her feet, angry at the impudence of the naked sex-slave. Cassandra stood up to her full height, now towering over the woman from her position on the table.

“This insolent cunt needs a lesson in servitude,” Gina said, “Get me a whip!”

“That’s a fine idea,” Duke replied, “Let’s have a pair of woman-flesh whips! You’re going to get naked and up onto the table, woman. I’m certain you can handle yourself in a hard-hitting physical competition, with one of our girls you quite obviously know personally.

“We need you and this lovely slave girl Cassandra to be equals,” he continued, “and make a real show of it, because we’re going to make this evening enjoyable for everyone as we have the two of you get into an exciting naked cunt-on-cunt whip-fight! Do you think you can handle that?”

THE END OF CHAPTER FIVE