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Feature Writer: Regis
Feature Title: DEBAUCHING OF JENNIFER 15
Published: 30.12.2024
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 15
Jennifer could feel the moisture gathering and lathering in her cunt, dripping to trickle down her legs as she swung the brutally damaging whip at the helpless naked body of the young girl. The cheers of the audience increased her internal heat and drove her to even greater excesses.
She lashed at the lean taut thighs of her helpless naked victim, and when the blood-streaked them both, she went once more to the inviting cunt. The pretty youth’s body arched as much as her tight bindings permitted when the vicious whip blasted down across her cuntlips, bruising them with its smashing blow.
When she brought the whip down a second time between the girl’s legs, the blow separated the blood-gorged flesh petals and smashed them against her now blood-smeared groin. The next blow wrapped two of the slender tip thongs around her protruding clit, and Jennifer jerked the whip back.
It pulled suddenly and painfully on the damaged sex finger, tugging the engorged organ from its protective hood. The girl’s scream rocked the audience, and they screamed back for more of her blood. Jennifer had never had an aroused crowd chant at her before, urging her on.
They were depending on her for their entertainment. With a sudden jerk on the whip, she ripped the horny little bitch’s clit clean off! A panic rose in her gut, but she felt that she could control it if only she could numb her mind to the horror being experienced by the writhing naked girl.
Blood sprayed from every fresh blow of the whip as it slashed the young screaming girl’s exposed flesh now, and Jennifer felt her sexual excitement and carnal lust flaring as she saw the damage her blows with the whip were doing to the teenager’s naked flesh.
The angry welts from the whip stood high in well-defined ridges, with droplets of the young bitch’s blood oozing along their upper edges where the skin had been damaged from the severe force of the blows. Jennifer was getting better with the whip and felt she could control the amount of damage she would do.
Now she was excited at the chance to find her limit. She lashed the whip across the big dangling bloody tits, and the tightly woven blood-stained leather smashed against the girl’s erect nipples, actually splitting the right one in two! This was the second nipple she had split today, the first had been with the studs on her glove, on that ignorant woman attendant.
This was more exciting because she had done it with real deliberation rather than impulsively. Jennifer was so excited by her growing accuracy with the whip that she lashed at the other nipple, and with four rapid blows, the tip of the whip ripped the hard flesh bud clean off the damaged breast.
This was just like it had done to the girl’s clit. Now Jennifer noticed for the first time the three rough long sparkler rods that lay on the carpet below the rack, and the small gold box of wooden matches beside them. She had always had a deep fascination with sparklers as a child but had never had any of her own to play with.
Suddenly as she looked at the golden box of matches, she realized why they had been left there, and what it was she was expected to do. The devastating possibilities of using these intensely hot-burning sparklers sunk into the girl’s supple flesh blew her mind.
If placed inside the girl’s meat, they were capable of cooking it! She placed the handle of her whip against the tight ring of the girl’s anus, then roughly thrust the thick braided leather shaft deep into her colon, intentionally scraping the lining of her stuffed shit tube.
This was the first act that had horrified the girl. With extra force she heaved downward, driving the stiff handle more than a foot into the teenage girl’s little asshole. A thin strand of shit emerged beside the handle, revealing that her colon was fully occupied.
“You deserve one last piss, cunt,” she said, and then began punching the young girl’s lower belly with the studded gloves. The studs were as brutal to the naked flesh as the whip had been, and the girl’s screams filled the room, drowning out the cheers of the spectators.
She drew blood, and soon smears of red covered the bright studs on her gloves. Finally, under the force of the repeated blows the girl’s bladder let go of its contents, and her hot piss splashed over the blood-stained carpet. She took one of the coarse sparklers and placed the tip into the young female masochist’s enlarged and damp piss slit.
She wrapped her other hand around one of the girl’s severely damaged tits, and with gradual pressure, began sliding, twisting and scraping the course sparkler rod deep into the youth’s delicate piss tube. ‘Holy shit,’ she thought, ‘this has to fucking hurt the cunt!’
The girl had taken her last piss through her urethra, as the rough sparkler material coating the rod painfully scraped and gouged the delicate membrane lining the narrow piss passage, as it was pushed all the way up into her bladder. When lit, it would burn her that deeply!
The gorgeous young girl went crazy with the pain. Jennifer felt another twist of excitement in her gut, feeling a sense of abandonment, and was driven to give the girl even more pain. She thrust the other two sparklers into the firm flesh of the girl’s tits by driving the sharp ends into the torn tips where the nipples had been.
She drove them in until she felt them scraping the girl’s ribs, then she pushed them in another inch deep so that the ends slid between the ribs. These thin steel rods were thickly coated with a silvery rust-like material that generated oxygen as it burned.
Once at a high-class restaurant in New York, Jennifer had seen a waiter light a pair of them too soon on a birthday cake, because the guest had gone to the washroom. The waiter quickly pulled the sparklers out of the cake and plunged them into a water pitcher to put them out, but they continued to burn brightly underwater, producing geysers of hot steam.
Jennifer knew they would burn just as fiercely inside the flesh of this bound girl. Her breath was tight and the audience was silent with anxious anticipation as she opened the golden matchbox, selected a match and struck it. Her hand shook with eager anticipation as she held the tip under the end of the sparkler sticking about an inch out of the girl’s piss slit.
After several seconds, with a flashing burst, the sparkler was suddenly alight. Jennifer watched, mesmerized as the lights were dimmed and everyone could see the brightly flashing sparkler burn steadily downward toward the lips of the girl’s gaping cunt.
The room exploded with her screams as the bright burning dot found the tiny flesh fold over her little sparkler-stuffed urethra. The skin around the girl’s overstuffed piss hole dried then reddened, then blistered. The girl’s pretty little open cunt was starting to smoke.
The intensely hot bead of fire, fed by its oxygen supply, quickly burned its way up into the tube of her urethra, and then the pubic mound itself glowed from the fire burning inside it. Jennifer could feel her cunt foaming with her cum, excited by the girl’s tormented vagina.
Quickly she ignited the two sparklers piercing the girl’s young bound girl’s big tits. They both burst into flame and then gradually burned their way toward her flesh. The beautiful young Italian girl’s screams were redoubled as they burned slowly into her large mammaries.
Jennifer was unable to take her eyes off the chemical-covered steel rod burning its way slowly up into the girl’s bladder. The beautiful girl in her early teens was screaming her throat raw, and for good reason. Her cunt and tit meat was slowly turning brown as it cooked from the inner fire.
The screaming young victim looked bizarre suspended upside down on the rack with the sparklers burning brightly into her flesh. As the cherry red glow moved deeper into her and gradually dimmed, the stage lights were turned up again. The cunt was writhing in agony as far as her bounds allowed.
Smoke still spewed from the three burn holes with the hot steel shaft sticking from the middle of each of them. Her cunt and both her breasts now had a slender metal rod sticking out of them, the announce to the audience where the hot sparkers had done their damage.
The pretty young Italian masochist was now clearly going out of her mind with the horror being done to her, but because she was still conscious and alert, Jennifer felt there was still full value to be derived in carrying on with the brutal bitch torture session she had begun.
Since the girl was destined to die on the ship, there was everything to gain by making her demise as entertaining and enjoyable for the people watching as possible. Jennifer jerked the whip handle out of the girl’s tight asshole and went back to work whipping her, tightly gripping the shit-soiled handle.
At first, she focused her blows on the teenager’s freshly cooked cunt meat. The damaged fuck hole was very vulnerable now. She was able to strip off bits of the cooked meat easily, as well as the bloody cunt lips around it, and soon she had removed much of the girl’s roasted cunt.
THE END OF CHAPTER FIFTEEN