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Writer: Regis
Subject: ENGLISH WAITRESS 3
Story Codes: Erotic Horror
Synopsis: I believed my junior high school counsellor, Ms Marks, had sent me to an interview for a summer job as a waitress. As it turned out, she was a recruiter for permanent workers, young ladies in servitude, and the women she sent me to, owners of a fine dining restaurant, were licensed cunt-holders, people who legally owned their employees. They needed naked young waitresses, and that was to be my new role in life. I had just turned thirteen, and it turned out that was an unlucky number for me. All I got to wear was a tight collar, spike-heeled shoes, and a horsehair tail up my bum. People thought that was sexy to watch as it wagged while I walked. The ladies who owned my rights made me and the other girls work naked, and sometimes outfitted us as human horses, which in our cases were Equestricunts. I do have to admit I felt quite sexy outfitted as a naked horse, with a nude child riding me as I served the guests. I worked at garden parties and indoor events where naked little girls fought each other to entertain the guests. Some of their fights were quite exciting, and sometimes intentionally lethal. I have to admit, when there was exciting entertainment, I loved my job.
English Waitress 3
When I got back to the bar, I was relieved of the young monster on my back, as were the other two serving girls, who were equally pleased to be free of the pests with their overactive whips. The saddles and ball gags were thankfully removed, as they caused me to constantly salivate, which was annoying, and dribble onto my breasts.
The hoof booties were removed and replaced by our regular spike heels, but things did not entirely return to normal. We were one at a time seated on a stool, our legs spread wide, and a heinous device was implanted in our vaginas. A small removable crank stood out of my cunt.
These were mechanical cunt spreaders, and the handles were turned to open them to an impossible three, five-inch diameter. It was insanely painful. I felt as if I were giving birth, at least from hearsay, as I have never personally delivered a baby. Gradually, the pain eased, but only a little.
We were taken into the great hall, which had been cleverly transformed into a pub. To enter, we passed under a sign that read Cock & Balls Public House. On one side of the sign was a large erect and flared head penis, and on the other a large, well-filled scrotum.
This was a racier name for a typical English Pub. Inside it had a long bar along one wall, and the remainder was set up as a small arena. An elevated stage had been erected in the middle, surrounded by seating. The stage was square, and about 12 feet across. It was not unlike a small fight ring with a canvas deck, but there were no posts or ropes.
The three youngsters who had ridden us with their spurs and riding crops, sitting on the dildo saddles, were brought in by the wranglers, and we saw the eight-year-old nasty nude girls’ cowboy boots had been replaced by perfectly fitting spike-heeled shoes. In them, these slender young girls appeared to be much more naked than they were.
They were lifted up onto the four-foot-high platform and told to strike a sexy pose as the guests entered. Arriving guests drifted over to the bar, ordered and collected drinks, then made their way to the seating provided that surrounded the elevated stage.
As they were seated, many of the well-attired guests made lewd comments about the naked children, centered on their puffy cuntlets that stood open after the attention they had received from their saddle dildos during their lengthy ride aboard us.
As I looked at them, embarrassed to be the center of attention, I realized how sexually attractive, pretty naked young girls could be when properly presented. My attention returned to the pain in my greatly stretched cunt, and shifted again when the people were all settled in their seats.
The wranglers handed to each of the naked young girls an open Swiss Army Knife. The large blade was presented, and it was clear these were very sharp weapons, intended to be used tonight in splitting tender flesh. The guests were about to be treated to a potentially lethal knife fight between relatively innocent young girls!
I was aware that the toughest girls’ reform schools staged naked fights between their young inmates as fundraisers. Some of these were, by reputation, incredibly vicious, but they didn’t permit the girls in their care to fight with weapons, and certainly not sharp knives.
When I was five, my Mommy hired me out to be a naked nymph at one of those events at a reform school, and the girls in the last fight, they were older, like eight or nine, had one-foot lengths of pipe to fight with, and they used them as clubs on each other.
There were four girls in the ring at once. Three of them ganged up on the other one, and they stuffed two pipes up her cunt. They used the other two pipes to beat her brains out. Her face was smashed and bleeding, and her whole body bucked every time a pipe hit her on the head, even after they’d killed her.
Kills were unusual and never planned. It was amazing, and I vomited while I watched it. Mommy was mad at me for doing that. Now I can understand why. That was the last time she was able to hire me out like that, and the only time I got to display my cunt to people.
She took me to a fast food outlet in a London slum, where teen girls worked in only spike heels and leather collars, and maybe a little cap or something, so I saw them, but I never got to be naked in public, except of course at the kiddies’ beach, where all the men go to take pictures and jack off.
It turns out these three girls up on the platform were friends, and when they actually started to fight, they pulled hair, punched and kicked, but didn’t use their knives at first. Because there were no ropes, one of them got knocked off the platform, and the other two helped her to get back on.
That was the ‘good friends’ part. The other part got the fight going for real. The naked youngster who had been knocked off the platform was furious, and for the first time a knife was part of the play. She had kept hold of her knife when she hit the floor, and now was ready to use it.
She stabbed one of the others in the lower tummy, an action that brought a little spurt of blood and a lot of screaming. In retaliation, the stabbed girl slashed her knife across her nude attacker’s titless chest. The third girl moved behind her, and she suddenly swung around and drove her blade into the upper tummy of the girl behind her.
The one on whom she had turned her back lunged at her, driving her blade into her back in the vicinity of her kidneys. That brought her a vicious slash across her face, slicing her cheek below her eye, and a gash across the ridge of her nose and down across the other cheek.
Now all three of the naked young girls on the raised platform were screaming delightful obscenities at each other. Obviously, their parents or their schoolmates had used such language, so that they developed vocabularies far beyond the norm for grade three girls.
Perhaps it had been the boys on the playground who had contributed to their filthy tongues. Now the three of them were fully engaged in the brutal battle, with their knives flashing and stabbing wherever they could strike a telling blow to naked girl-flesh.
The blades were short enough that they were not making fatal strikes when they stabbed, but they drew blood and screams to keep it interesting for the audience, and highly entertaining for most. As a serving girl, I was shocked at the raw violence I was witnessing.
This went far beyond the usual British standards for settling disagreements, and was in fact not far off dueling! It was not up to me, nor did I have the power, to stop it. Grade three girls can be quite vindictive, and these obviously were. Their friendship was a frail relationship at best, and the fabric of this one had been rent in two.
The element of trust between these young girls had been far too thin, by which I mean not well established, and now all they had on their minds was revenge for the blows each gave to the other. There is nothing more intensely passionate than the malicious, hurtful response of young schoolgirls whose trust has been broken.
The knives made this a very dangerous game of retribution. One of the slender nude 8-year-old girls repeated the stab to the one with the punctured lower belly, driving it into the meat very near the earlier wound. And then, instead of pulling the blade out, she began tugging it upward.
This was proving to be extremely dangerous, because the knife’s blade was long and sharp enough to slice easily up through the child’s tender tummy-bacon, and it did. The aggressor jerked it up above her foe’s navel, and as the stabbed girl bent forward in agony, her ripped meat parted, and some of her gleaming intestine began to bulge out.
This beautifully staged competition between the knife-wielding naked little girls was getting to become exciting entertainment, in quite a perverse kind of way. I’m certain only the British could dream up such a wonderful kind of diversion.
THE END