DEBAUCHING OF JENNIFER 14 by Regis

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Feature Writer: Regis

Feature Title: DEBAUCHING OF JENNIFER 14

Published: 39.12.2024

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.

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Jennifer eyed the whip, recognizing the damage it could do, and longed to get her hands on it, so she could show these bitches that she didn’t like being held captive in this confining room. She reached for it, but the attendant held it back, because they had to complete her preparation first.

They held her arms and legs while the brown curly pubic hair she had proudly displayed was shaved from around Jennifer’s flared cunt, leaving only a small carefully trimmed heart-shaped patch above it, so that the delicate sex flesh of her cunt was not only fully exposed but was highlighted.

When she stood up, she saw her reflection in a full-length mirror and was stimulated by the gross sexuality of her obscene image. She realized she was the most perfect female specimen on board the ship. She faced the mirror, spread her thighs and thrust her pelvis forward.

This overtly sexual move exposed the fullness of her aroused sex organ. Her image was such a turn-on that she felt an orgasm coming just from looking at herself. She was so impatient for action that she suddenly grabbed the whip away from the woman holding it.

All of the attendants who had been getting her ready left the room immediately before Jennifer became too violent. Alone now, Jennifer paced up and down the narrow dressing room, somewhere deep in the bowels of the ship whose whole reason for being was to be a haven for the production of grossly perverted sexual entertainment.

She could feel her pulse racing, and she stamped her feet in the high-heeled boots, anxious to get on with whatever horror these degenerate people had dreamed up for her this time.

Through the haze of the drugs, she could hear what she was saying to herself.

Jennifer was startled that she was actually looking forward to whatever debasing act they had dreamed up for her, hoping it would defuse her hostility. She remembered the women chained in that hallway behind the theaters, and felt her excitement rising.

She imagined herself having one of those gorgeous cunts available to her, being at her disposal. ‘Why else would they have given me the studded gloves and the whip,’ she thought, recognizing that her impatience, anger and excitement were growing within her, in unison.

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Because of the drugs, it seemed like hours, but it was only several moments later that the other door opened, and Jennifer stepped through it onto a stage in front of a small gathering of seated guests who waited for her. In the middle of the stage was her target.

It was a luscious teen girl, lashed naked with leather thongs, upside down facing Jennifer, with her back to crossed beams. A pretty little six-year-old girl with beautifully curled long blonde hair and wearing a pretty white party dress and an adult’s high-heeled shoes was standing on a box.

This elevated the little girl so that bending forward, she could lick at the bound and inverted girl’s bloated cunt to keep its flower petals open wide. The child had her back turned to the audience so that when she bent forward, the crinolines of her skirt lifted it to reveal she wore no panties.

The child stopped what she was doing and got out of the way when she saw Jennifer in her bizarre costume, armed with the long black whip. The crowd of people parted for Jennifer as she moved forward. She was surprised that as she moved toward the helpless girl, the momentum of her anger focused on the exotic bound form, and was quickly turning to rage.

The inverted teenager saw her and gave her the most curious pained yet pleased look. With that look, Jennifer realized that her job now was to satisfy a flaming teenage masochist! She wondered if drugs supported her raging passion to be hurt for the entertainment of the group.

Jennifer planted her spike heel booted feet wide apart and lifted the whip. As she drew it back, she felt the drug induced anger swelling up to the bursting point within her, and she was able to focus it all directly on the exposed figure of the naked and helpless young girl, her open cunt beautifully presented.

The girl spoke to her in a dark lusty voice. Although she did not understand what she was saying because of the strange language, she recognized that the gorgeous young bitch was Italian. She was in her early teens, but she had the fully developed voluptuous body of a mature twenty-year-old.

Her large breasts hung to her shoulders, their stout elongated nipples pointing, and the girl’s beautifully prepared gaping vagina was shrouded in dense black pubic curls which parted to reveal the delicate pink lips of her pretty open vagina. The sight of her made Jennifer almost as excited as when she looked at herself.

The host told the audience the girl had been the illicit lover of an Italian Cabinet Minister with a penchant for pretty young girls. The influential man had fully enjoyed her delightful charms, which everyone could now see, but the man had moved on, and was now a twelve-year-old mistress.

He found this girl to be both an embarrassment and an inconvenience. In other words, he was saying this beautiful teenager was completely dispensable. The Italian Government Official didn’t want to see her again, and it was important to him that nobody else in his country ever saw her again either. This was the perfect solution.

The little girl in the party dress clumped off the stage in her high heels as the whip in Jennifer’s hand started to move back for the first lash. While it sizzled through the air the man explained to the audience that the beautiful sexy woman with the whip was now going to dispose of her by flailing the pretty young girl to death.

Jennifer was so horrified that she pissed when she heard the remarkable announcement, but the whip was by this time irreversibly on its way forward, lashing at the beautifully bound nude female body before her. When the hard dry thongs struck the pale flesh of her dangling tits the young girl screamed, and Jennifer felt her skin crawl with raging excitement.

Out of the corner of her eye, she glanced at the expectant crowd of Sadism fans, all of them expecting to see the beautiful young girl being brutally tortured and then killed with the whip, by this bizarrely costumed and attractive young woman wielding the vicious weapon.

On the mirrored wall at the back of the small stage, she again saw her bizarre reflection. Although the black leather boots, gloves, belt and silk top hat had an evil look, her eyes were drawn to her exposed vagina, with the flared cunt meat showing gleaming beads of her excitement.

She looked at the welt that was rising across the big bare tits of the fourteen-year-old victim, and at the dribbles of female sex fluid trickling from the helpless youth’s gaping cunt, and she realized that the girl was a full-blown masochist, fully enjoying her plight. Any hurt she gave her would be welcomed, and this made Jennifer’s anger grow.

She’d show this gorgeous young cunt real pain, and she would make her beg for her to stop, and then she’d whip the beautiful Italian cunt to death, as was expected of her. She was just doing what was natural, after all. She assumed severe beatings and killings were completely normal in the theaters of violent sports on this deck.

She didn’t have to decide how far to go with the whipping right now, but she could still get in some good licks at the stimulated cunt of the girl bound on the rack. She put more force behind the second blow of the whip, aiming her snaking weapon at that large dripping cunt.

She missed, slashing instead across the girl’s stomach, and the kick of the whip drew blood. Jennifer felt a twinge in her stomach. This was not pain but excitement at the brute power in her hands. This poor little bitch was hers, and she had just made the stupid Italian cunt bleed!

Unsatisfied with this indignity she was subjecting the girl to, she aimed higher, and this time caught the blood-gorged cunt and split open a vein in the flared cuntlips. Crimson blood spurted from the side of the sliced cunt, and she went for it again, swinging the whip with all her strength.

Again she missed, cutting the screaming girl’s stomach, deeper this time, and blood oozed from the split muscle. Jennifer wondered if she would have the power to cut right through the tight stomach muscle with the whip to reveal the tight bundle of pink goodies inside. She hoped so.

The bitch’s scream drew Jennifer’s attention to the girl’s face, with its glowing adolescent complexion. She lashed viciously at the girl’s open gasping mouth, wanting to mar her beauty. She was surprised at her accuracy. The blow split the corners of her mouth, and the backlash broke the girl’s nose.

The blood that spurted from the upside-down girl’s nostrils threatened to drown her, but unconcerned, Jennifer went at the big bobbing tits and belly again, viciously lacing them with a crisscross pattern of torn flesh. The harder she swung the whip, the fiercer her need to damage the voluptuous young body hanging suspended before her.

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