DEBAUCHING OF JENNIFER 13 by Regis

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Feature Writer: Regis

Feature Title: DEBAUCHING OF JENNIFER 13

Published: 29.12.2024

Story Codes: Young Ones, Abuse, Cannibalism, Snuff

Author’s Notes: This is a work of fiction, containing both graphic sexual descriptions and language. If you are a minor or if this is illegal in your area you must leave this page immediately. Under the Berne Convention, this work is copyrighted with all rights reserved by its author unless explicitly indicated.

Synopsis: Jennifer had a great job at a library in Chicago, where she was in charge of the reserve section, where banned books could be viewed, but never taken off premises. There was also a collection of books that were unavailable to clients, on the basis their content was either inflammatory, too profane, or both. She spent all of her free time delving into the dark passions that writers had that could never be shared. She also liked to hang out in bars where some despot might pick her up and show her a devilishly good time.

She discovered there were hidden grottos in Copenhagen where the forbidden in entertainment could be found, and every year she booked her holidays there, hoping to find an evil performance too shocking to be seen in any regular entertainment spots. A man named Tony found her and invited her to accompany him on a cruise, on a ship that, once at sea, had no need to be constrained by the morality of upstanding citizens, where everything could be seen, with victims of any age, for a price. Little did she know that, on every cruise, an unsuspecting woman was chosen to become the most debauched entertainer.

Debauching of Jennifer 13

“Help!” Jennifer screamed.

Tony pushed the beautiful naked librarian ahead of him down the hidden service hallway, which was lined with several waiting slaves. Jennifer had never been on this deck before and had not even known that it existed.

On either side of the narrow passageway were chained naked female sex slaves of all races and ages, from thirty-year-old beauties to nude little toddlers, either waiting to entertain the passengers or having just come out of one of the many small theaters, visibly abused.

Jennifer’s eyes opened wide in disbelief. Some of the naked chained females were in perfect physical shape, without a mark on them. She assumed these were the ones that were waiting to go in front of an audience in one of the small theaters to face unknown sexual horrors.

Some of the girls, including the very young toddlers, had their little sex organs enormously enlarged through silicon injections, making them more interesting for sexual diversions. Several of the gorgeous naked women and girls had been severely abused, with large bruises, cuts and scratches, and even a few large open wounds.

Pools of warm blood formed where some of them stood or sat stark naked in that steamy over-heated hallway in the lower reaches of the ship. These poor damaged bitches had already entertained, and they had done so at great personal and physical cost. They were a mess.

Along this corridor, fresh women and girls were stacked for the more bizarre exhibitions, and then they were chained here afterwards until the handlers could get them back to their quarters, or to wherever they took those too badly damaged to use again in the brutal shows.

One large-breasted girl in her early teens had one hacked tit hanging down her belly by a strand of flesh, and a tube of gut protruding through a long gash in her lower belly. She looked up with the large dulled brown gentle eyes of a cow, with no sense of being.

Jennifer saw for the first time what it was the guests saw as entertaining in the brutal treatment of the women victims. There was no emotional involvement with them, they were just like domestic meat animals, living sex objects to abuse, as severely as they wished.

This was pure live entertainment. It was happening right now. The best part of all was knowing that they were bringing pain and suffering to the beautiful helpless cunts. They had once been free-spirited bitches, breaking men’s hearts, but now they were reduced to what they were: naked cunts!

‘God,’ she thought, ‘Is that me thinking this way?’

She knew the answer was ‘Yes,’ and she found that shocking.

What shocked her most of all was that all of these naked females were now all equal, with no superiority, chained up like slaves, like the animals they were. There wasn’t one of them worth more than a freshly deposited steaming lump of shit.

There was no sign of medical attention for any of them, and for the first time Jennifer sensed a smell of death hanging in the ship, the feeling that the lives of these captive females were cheap, just human cunts to be expended at the whim of the people in control.

At that moment she felt herself having a mind-induced orgasm. On this ship, the women victims were beef at the slaughter, sex toys for total terminal abuse. ‘Raw sex meat,’ she thought to herself. The hugely debasing term for the naked female slaves appealed to her.

This suddenly caused a return of that strange deep churning in her gut, which she had to recognize for what it was: pure and unadulterated sexual excitement. None of these slaves was in any position to help Jennifer, and she saw that they were themselves completely hopeless.

Because life was now hopeless for them, and nothing could be done to save them, she realized she could get into the carnal lust that would permit open enjoyment of the exciting merciless entertaining brutality these bitches had or were about to experience.

Thank God I’m not like them, she thought as she passed a girl with a huge four-inch pipe sticking out of her ruined asshole. Tony was just trying to make a point with this chain and collar. For now, she was completely at Tony’s mercy, and she was not sure mercy was part of how this man operated.

Certainly, no mercy, judging by the way he was jerking the chain through her abused cunt meat as she climbed the narrow stairs to the next deck. She felt as if the rough chain were going to rip her poor crotch wide open, scraping against the swelling of her anus and the raw distended lips of her vagina.

She knew she was powerless to do anything about it. When they reached his cabin, he chained her to the foot of the bed and jammed a big hypo into her ass, shooting her full of drugs, for some reason or other. They were more likely stimulants than sedatives, she reasoned.

“What the fuck have I let myself in for,” she thought as she felt her head begin to spin.

She felt like the beautiful sow she was. Soon the whole room was spinning, out of control. At last, she mercifully passed out and slept deeply the whole night. Nope, sedatives, for certain.

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In the morning Tony gave her a second shot, but this one didn’t make her sleep. Instead, it made her feel listless and anxious. A staff woman brought her some bread and fruit, then came back at noon and gave her soup and fried fish. It didn’t taste bad, and she was famished.

When she had finished eating, she was given another injection, and within a few minutes, she felt rising anxiety and nervous tension. That relentless restless feeling soon increased to resemble frustration, and then pure anger. Jennifer couldn’t believe she hated everything!

What were these people doing to her, and what were these strange drugs they were injecting her? What were they doing to her mind? Where the fuck was that asshole Tony? She got up and paced as far as the chain would allow her as her feelings of frustration and anger grew.

Her restricted movements served to further elevate her frustration. At last, he returned, without explanation. As her owner, he owed her nothing, and that’s what she got. The asshole was such a fucking jerk, she couldn’t even stand the sight of him.

For the evening meal, she had peas, corn, carrots, and a thick cut of rare roast beef. She was given another shot of drugs, then she was taken down to the ‘S’ deck, where the sadistic acts were performed. Jennifer felt herself getting more and more agitated.

She realized that it was the drugs, and she couldn’t help but notice she was getting hornier as she grew angrier. It was an out-of-control feeling, where she felt erotic sexual excitement and at the same time was certain she would fly off the handle at the least aggravation any moment.

She found it both frightening and somehow releasing. Three female attendants had brought her down to this lower deck, and she would have killed them, had she found the chance. They were wearing the short white cotton shifts of the ship’s female staff.

They also wore the special red spike-heeled shoes that made their muscular legs look so sexy.

‘Christ,’ she thought, ‘If I were a man, I’d fuck the shit out of the bitch, and strangle her to death as I fucked her. God, it would be so special to feel cum spurting from my balls up the length of my cock!’

Another woman in the same simple but sexy outfit brought a costume for her and helped her into it. She remained essentially naked because the skimpy costume consisted simply of black polished spiked heeled boots, a wide tight leather belt, and a black silk top hat.

She also wore long black suede leather gloves, with a dozen raised brass studs embedded in each of the reinforced knuckles. With these anyone that was struck would not only bruise but with enough force she thought that a woman’s flesh would probably split and the cunt would bleed.

Without thinking, she impulsively took a swipe at one of the attendants just to test the glove. She caught the woman’s large right breast with an uppercut. The injured woman fell to the floor screaming, and the others grabbed Jennifer to regain control of her.

The studs on her glove had ripped through the downed woman’s cotton dress, and the white material was turning crimson where they had also ripped deep into the tender flesh of her big mammary. The screaming woman pulled the dress off the big boob to see the damage.

Jennifer was delighted to see that she had split the bitch’s nipple clean in half. The injured female attendant got to her feet cursing, but she knew better than to damage a show bitch that was the organization’s property, particularly just before it was going to be put into a theater to perform. The cunt would get her own due on the stage.

The attendant who had brought in the costume also carried a long tightly woven whip as part of her costume. It also proved to be a highly functional weapon. It had a rigid two-inch-thick handle, and it gradually tapered to the slender and very flexible tip ten feet from the handle.

The business end of the fifteen-foot-long whip was knotted, and the foot-long thin strips of leather past the knot were again knotted at the tips. These knots had been dipped in an acid and then dried, so that they had shrunk and hardened, and they were now as hard as talons.

THE END OF CHAPTER THIRTEEN