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Feature Writer: Regis
Feature Title: CUNTHIA’S CHARM 4
Published: 19.10.2024
Story Codes: Young Ones, Abuse, Snuff
Synopsis: Alan and Cunthia had met in college, shared an interest in abnormal sex, and after marriage, developed friendships with people who were also interested in pushing their sexual boundaries. He became incredibly wealthy and developed an interest in little girls. She became known as Cunthia and became jealous of his fancy for fucking little girls. He divorced her when they were both fifty-two, bought her a home on the far side of the county in LA, and left her to pursue her interests. She did exactly that, in spades. She moved from wild parties to joining a group that held sessions with dire outcomes, and attended secret club shows where the outcome for a naked beauty, from twenty-five down to age seven, was a violent entertainment killing. She thought she had died and gone to Heaven, although it much more resembled Hell.
Cunthia’s Charm 4
Most certainly those two girls who had left would have no idea of what happened to the two who stayed. Chances were, they might never see those two again, and if they did, what would it matter? It would only be under circumstances where the adults were in complete control.
One of the women at the party told Cunthia the two girls who had been whipped would be dropped naked in a rough area of the city outside a strip bar at closing time, so that horny men coming out would see them, and take out their pent-up aggression on the naked girls in the street.
Her body quivered with her orgasm as she realized putting them there naked late at night would ensure they would both be brutally gang raped or worse. This was the best way to dispose of mistreated young cunts, by putting them into what was certain to be harm’s way.
Cunthia thought that was a great idea, and that being gang raped by horny intoxicated men coming out of the strip club would distract the naked young girls, so what had happened to them at the party, should they survive, would be the last thing on their minds.
“Once we let them go, they are no longer our responsibility,” her new friend said with satisfaction, “We always get rid of them naked; their clothes will go into the incinerator. We leave nothing to chance, so our community is quite safe to do to them whatever we please.”
Cunthia decided this was a woman she wanted to get to know, as she saw they had a great deal in common. It was always wisest to have this kind of fun with the young cunts, do whatever you wanted with the cute little bitches, and then be done with them.
As long as they didn’t feel their lives in danger, the younger cunts went along with whatever happened. Binding was necessary to whip them but left full access if any of the men wished to fuck them at their pleasure. Any cum left in them would be diluted by that of the men raping them in the street.
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Madclit was a friend Cunthia had met when she visited a professional photographer who had been referred by the clerk at the adult toy shop she favored. She thought it would be great to have some special private photos of herself in some of the sparse sexy costumes she had bought, and doing the kind of outrageously sexy things she liked.
It was her third session there, so she was known, and the receptionist had given her access to a secret viewing room from which she could see what was happening in the studio. Few customers knew of it, so it was clear the sex shop clerk had given her a good reference.
The woman she saw being photographed by the famous photographer Jacob was not alone. She had with her a small, stocky SE Asian boy in his mid-teens who she later learned was Korean. He wore a studded leather collar and nothing else, and the woman, who she learned was Madclit, led him around by a leash, like a pet dog.
He was totally compliant, worshiping her, and sported an impressive cock and balls. He was riding her with his enormous penis planted deep in her rectum or vagina, depending on her whim. He also got on his knees in front of her and mouthed her generous cunt, extending his active tongue for the benefit of the camera.
Cunthia was more than fascinated by what she saw. She knew women secretly used large pet dogs as their fuck-mates, but had never considered owning a human dog for such a role. ‘What a kick it would be to have my own little pet man!’ she thought, ‘I can think of a lot of uses I could make of the big prick of my little fuck-boy-dog!’
Seeing the session ahead of hers was almost over, she strode back to the waiting room, her spikes clanking on the hardwood floor as she walked. She picked a prominent place and was seated when the woman came out with her pet boy-dog.
Cunthia sat with her knees apart so that her flagrantly displayed cunt, painted with bright lipstick, was visible to the pair when they came into the room. Their eyes immediately fell between her thighs, at the lower smile she gave them with her open cunt.
The lad wore a shirt that came down over his bare groin, and a pair of sneakers. He was still led by his leash. His eyes were glued to Cunthia’s groin, but his mistress looked at the outrageously immodest display by the middle-aged woman seated in the photographer’s reception room and then looked the woman in the eye.
“I expect we’re going to become friends,” she said, “I can always use a friend like you. My name is Madeline, but I prefer Madclit. It expresses better who I am. I’m completely addicted to sex. How is tomorrow morning at ten for coffee? That’s a bit too early for wine.”
Cunthia took a calling card from her purse.
“Ten sounds fine. The doorman will be expecting you. Bring your little gook friend if you like, it might be pleasant to sample the taste and feel the spray of some hot shots of his fresh semen.”
“We’re on the same page,” the woman said and left.
A few minutes after Madclit and her pet boy had departed, the receptionist, a very competent twenty-five-year-old sitting behind a glass desk wearing a frilly blouse, spike heels, and nothing else, the bright lipstick on her cuntlips matching that on her lips and nails.
“Jacob is ready for you,” she said and led Cunthia back to the large studio.
Everything in the studio had been changed by the designer since Madclit and her boy left. It now looked like a stylized jungle, with a large sign in the background that read — CUNTHIA PUSSY, JUNGLE CUNT — having already worked with her twice, Jacob had her number.
At her first session, he had started with her partially robed, soon had her buck naked, except for her spikes, and after doing some tasteless insertion shots with some large dildos he let a pair of naked studs into the studio, both sporting raging erections. He instructed them on how to perform, and they did.
At Jacob’s direction, one of them inserted his penis into her vagina as the other man stood behind her and also inserted his erection into her cunt, crowded in beside the other’s stout cock. When Jacob was satisfied with the images he took, the second man withdrew and pressed his penis into her anus, filling her colon. And so it went. She was hooked.
Before her second session, Jacob arranged for Cunthia to visit a nursery, where she got to visit wet nurses as they fed babies with their breasts. This proved to be a good move, as when she appeared at his studio and disrobed, he bound her over a rail so that her breasts dangled, and attached her distended nipples to a milking machine.
She squealed with discomfort when he turned it on, and it drew her elongated nipples deep into the suction cups. Within minutes the aggressive machine was drawing milk from her productive breasts. Cunthia couldn’t believe how much the suctioning of her breasts was turning her on. Maybe it was just the action of her vibrator on her clit.
When she went in for this third session following Madclit’s sitting, the hair stylist let her hair down and gave her a wild wind-blown look, and the makeup artist did her eyes, and they painted her lips, finger and toenails, nipples, and vagina lips bright pink.
She then painted a few stylized tiger stripes on her torso and inserted a ten-inch-long plug into her rectum and colon with a tiger tail attached.
Without consulting, Jacob had decided she was going to be a large cat today.
“Fucking photographers!” she said, mostly to herself, but went along with it, and thoroughly enjoyed the session.
He got several poses with her torso and large breasts featured, with the tail, and gave her several large insertion toys for her cunt and throat.
Her PCS had fresh batteries and gave her a look most women produce only at the end of a session. When she had completed an exhausting sexual solo performance for Jacob.
“My finisher is waiting for these, and they’ll be posted on YouPic, Flickr, and SmugMug before the dinner rush. As last time, I’ll put your telephone number with them,” he said, “You should have several dinner invitations tonight. We got some steaming shots, and your cunt is looking spectacular for the camera today. He’ll then do a ‘viral’ posting of the best images on Facebook, and replace them as quickly as they take them down. You’ll be a household name, a sex goddess before our next session!”
Little did Jacob know how she had spent her early years.
THE END OF CHAPTER FOUR