HELICOPTER BITCHWHACKERS 3 by Regis

Warning: Nothing in the following story represents the beliefs or values of the author. It is entirely fictional, is intended for adults only, does not contain any reference to minors, and depicts both nudity and excessive violence. Please do not try any of the actions depicted at home. This is a story that belongs in the Extreme Stories library, and nowhere else. Everything about it is extreme, as it includes a level of sexual violence that is terminal, and can only be considered extreme. Be warned.

Feature Writer: Regis

Feature Title: HELICOPTER BITCHWHACKERS 3

Published: 10.05.2024

Story Codes: Erotic Horror, Snuff

Synopsis: This is the story of ten wealthy industrialists, most in the munitions business. They have developed a partnership around a mutual hobby — the destruction of shapely young women — involving dangling them beneath their helicopter at a remote seaside resort. It’s an erotic adventure with many shocks, twists, painful pokes, and horrors along the way. Enjoy.

Helicopter Bitchwhackers 3

All ten men were now in the party room with the six co-eds and Tom’s new executive assistant jaqi, the girl who used no ‘u’ and the diminutive lowercase beginning of her name. Tom appreciated the significance of this kind of cuteness. It was all about extremely low self-esteem. jaqi had none.

The lovely young bitch had such a low self-image she preferred to display it with the small `j’ beginning to the self-imposed reduced version of her name. She was typical of girls who were sexually abused as children and had never grown past it. They were man-haters, and the way they took it out was with sexual teasing.

In attempting to discover who they were, young cunts like jaqi made clear statements about their identity and self-image by piercing their faces and genitals, getting tattoos, which for some reason she lacked, and making a display of themselves. This young cunt would serve them well.

The young college girls were enjoying themselves and were past any apprehension about being so far from where they belonged. They had been served generously poured drinks, were served delicious hors d’oeuvres, and were excitedly chatting with the very friendly men. They were not sleaze bags like they had feared.

The girls had come because of the attractive appearance of the two female recruiters, and their persuasive arguments about how much fun it would be, as well as the promise of the presentation to each of them of a new car. When Phil and Greg, the last to come into the party room, had got themselves drinks, Tom got everybody’s attention.

“Before we start casting our sexy little movie, girls, we need to get an idea, you know, get some specific details of what your talents and physical assets are. You know how important physical assets are in movies! Now I understand Tanya and Caitlin filled you all in on our project.

“I trust they informed you of the kind of movies we make, and let you know the kind of talent we’re looking for. What we do is very classy, but does fit into the genre you’re probably familiar with, it’s called soft porn. It means that you will be appearing naked in some of the shots, but not engaged in anything dirty, like sex.”

There was a nervous giggle from the inexperienced young college girls. Most of them had never even seen a porno film, let alone appeared in one.

“It’s probably unfair to ask you to perform cold, so let’s give each of you a chance to warm up a bit because you’ll want to get into the mood.”

He looked at jaqi.

“How would you like to help get us all started?” He gave her a big smile, which she returned with a seductive look, “You look as hot as a rocket, honey. A fun, cute, and provocative striptease would be a good way to help get everybody warmed up and in the mood.”

He turned back to the girls.

“Why don’t we get my executive assistant here, miss jaqi, to dance for us, to show you how you can best demonstrate your talents and your most attractive assets.”

jaqi’s smile became a broad grin. She was definitely up for this.

“Can you give us some interesting dance music, Steve?”

A CD started, putting out an acid rock number that featured screaming guitars and a heavy beat from pounding drums. jaqi climbed up on top of the bar and snapped into an aggressive, hip-thrusting, and high-kicking dance. With her skimpy waitress costume and no underwear, the sexual aspects of her performance were front and center.

She was outrageous, making deep bends that brought her large breasts swaying forward, attempting to escape the confines of her low-cut blouse. She lay on her back, then raised on her elbows, doing a near-handstand, with her long bare legs in those open spike-heeled shoes raised high, and moved them as if she were walking, rubbing sensuously against each other.

She was one or two years older than the freshman college girls, having dropped out of high school in grade eleven, and being earthy and highly sensual, she held their rapt attention. They appeared to be as turned on by her erotic dance as the men were. Her micro-mini skirt and open low-cut blouse provided no room for modesty, and she displayed none.

Her breasts bunched together in their inverted state, and her neatly shaved pussy was flashed with her vigorous movements, made momentarily visible to the audience whenever she made certain moves, the kind she was certain to make. She knew what she was doing, and the men appropriately saluted her under their pants with their rising penises.

There was no need for her to strip, as she was essentially naked in the way she was presenting herself. The girl was as remarkable as Tom had guessed when he selected her. She was supporting that view with her sultry movements and shameless exhibition of the most private parts of her gorgeous body.

jaqi was a cunt through and through and was easily engaging and arousing the audience of strangers with her unrestrained, wanton performance. The lovely young lady with the innocent face was effectively raising the blood pressure of her male hosts, and in the process was getting their other young female guests in the mood.

Her performance set the standard and permitted them at least to match what in another setting would be considered to be vulgar. The impudent beauty gave her audience a provocative stare as if she were a wanton whore, spread her long gorgeous legs, and gradually brought them down.

She then shifted her weight onto her feet, and stood up in a single continuous and impressive movement, demonstrating her physical fitness. She proved she was as athletic as she was sultry. Standing in her half squat with her knees wide spread, she pulled the hem of her blouse out of the skirt and undid the last two buttons.

jaqi rolled up the sleeves to her armpits, then moving her knees closer together, began sliding the tiny skirt down over her hips and off her buttocks. This was particularly interesting because she was wearing no panties. The remarkable girl slid the skirt down past her knees, bent far forward with her legs squeezed together.

This position gave those behind her an intriguing view of her squeezed clean-shaved pussy, then she gingerly stepped out of the micro miniskirt. Acting sluttish came naturally to her, and she was proud of her form and her willingness to show it off fully. She thought of her love of showing herself off fully as a trait of good character.

Next jaqi stood up tall and postured like a slut, now wearing only the open blouse with her sizeable breasts swinging free, and her stiletto heels. The song had ended, and another started, this one smooth jazz with a slow, seductive beat. She danced again, ensuring that her pouting pussy, its sides neatly shaved clean and its pubic puff trimmed, was the star attraction.

The young slut had quickly grasped the power of the men who were her hosts, and she was working hard to be perceived as totally cooperative, one of the gang, to ensure they would value her and would make her part of their plans. If these college girls were to be hurt, she had no desire to join their ranks.

She realized that watching her dance would be the last fun part for these co-ed ladies and that from then on they were more likely to be crying than smiling. That was exactly what was going through the minds of the men, but their vision of her value to them was quite different from hers.

jaqi worked the song for all it was worth, going down onto her side and dancing with her long arms and legs in seductive movements, her legs more often spread than together, holding the captivated attention of the young ladies so engrossed in witnessing her hot seductive movements. She then startled them by taking her hands to her vulva, and using her fingers to open and probe its depths!

As the music ended jaqi kicked off her high heels, spread her shapely legs, and leaned back until her hands reached the floor. She thrust her hips rapidly and rotated her pelvis, causing her classic vulva to spread, giving her audience a remarkable view into her pink moist pussy with the ring piercing its lip.

She then stood up and made a deep bow to the audience, with her remarkable breasts again flopping and swinging forward. She had a strong sense of the value of swinging her big tits at the audience, and the men responded as men always did, their penises rising to firm erection in their pants.

“That was fantastic, honey!” Tom said, “Isn’t she something, ladies and gentlemen? This talented lady’s a real rocket, hot and willing. Let’s give her a big hand for her willingness to go the extra mile!”

jaqi spread her knees and thrust her hips, presenting her bare cunt in response to the recognition.

She was proud of her tall lithe body with its large full breasts, and of her fully displayed and beautifully formed genitalia. A big part of their beauty was that they had matured by receiving constant attention, either through extensive fornication or, if she were alone, by frequent rapid masturbation.

The men and girls who had watched her performance showed their appreciation of her shameless display with warm applause. She had done her job well, getting the other girls in the mood that otherwise might have taken hours longer. As jaqi stepped down, Tom looked over the six young college girls.

They were embarrassed by the overt sexuality of her dance but were also intrigued. Tom knew exactly how far he could push a woman, and he was carefully staying on the safe side while approaching the edge. These protected young ladies, fresh out of high school, were not experienced party girls like the two who had recruited them.

Their exposure to sex was to be taken upstairs to a bedroom in the men’s dormitory, if they were lucky by a football player, and to get into the sack with him in the dark to cuddle, to suck and fist their penis to full attention while he fingered her cunt under the sheets, and then to have him mount her, sliding an inexperienced penis into her cunt for a ride that often ended in premature ejaculation.

They also did not have the instincts to warn them of the direction he was taking them. The men were always surprised at how naive and innocent even the worldliest cunts seemed to be. The young college girls had been protected all of their lives, and although they had seen sluttish behavior and knew how to imitate it perfectly, they were defenseless against men who wanted to use them to their own devious and malicious ends.

They were suggestible and malleable, in the hands of a master female manipulator. He wanted to warm them and the men up gradually, and this kind of voluntary daring performance was natural, similar to what they always used to get women ready for the far heavier performance that would be demanded of them.

These girls could not be expected to go as far as Tanya and Caitlin had in their warm-up dance, but they would go far enough for the men’s purposes. What Tom needed was for them to slowly and deliberately get naked, and then to express their raw sexuality to the rest of the group willingly.

“This rocket lady’s a real sport, isn’t she?” Tom said, building the spirit of daring participation, with support and encouragement for licentious behavior, “I’ll bet you girls are just dying to see each other’s assets!”

He had overstated the fact to give them permission to show their private charms and inspect those of the others, as they were all indeed curious.

Tom surveyed the college girls, looking for a likely starter. After recruitment, this was the only delicate part of the operation, and he wanted it to go exactly right. He had to get the leader of the girls into it, and the others would promptly fall into line. He had done this often so it was second nature to him. He trusted his instincts when it came to reading the mood and permissiveness of women.

When he had selected their sorority, he had determined their initiation was provided only to girls who were self-confident and outgoing. This sorority had high standards for membership. They were all potential leaders. He knew that in a group of girls like this, the first one to break the silence was the natural leader.

“Where did Tanya and Caitlin go?” one of the college girls asked.

“What’s your name, dear?” Tom asked.

“Adrian,” she answered, “Adrian Anderson.”

“Nice to meet you, Adrian,” Tom smiled with a warm look, “Our recruiters have had a harried day, and they wanted to rest up so they wouldn’t miss the shooting session. Now that I know your name, why don’t you start?”

Steve put another CD on the stereo, one that filled the room with a funky beat.

“Show us your stuff, sweetheart, and what you can do with it.”

With a provocative thrust of her hips, the innocent first-year college girl, fresh out of high school, was suddenly transformed into a high-class vamp. She was incredible. She pranced and postured to the music as if it were her favorite number, to the clapping and giggling of her friends and the men.

Adrian was having fun and stretching her limits, as she had accepted to do when she had agreed to come on this adventure. She was down to her underwear by the end of the song, and with a flourish she whipped off her bra, releasing and displaying her remarkable breasts. This was a first for her, and from her perspective, incredibly daring.

She grinned at the other girls, then held the sides of her little lace panties and pulled them tight through her crotch so that they pinched into her vulva, thrust her hips forward. It was clear to the men she was not expecting to remove the lower underwear. Nice girls teased but didn’t do anything as nasty as to expose their most private part. It was a big deal for her to reveal her vagina this much.

Tom expected most of these college girls would stop taking off their panties, but was also sure there would be an exhibitionist in the group who would break that boundary. There was a rebel in every group, and he kept his eyes open for which of the classy young cunts would be likely to display her genitalia to them.

Should he be able to spot get the exhibitionist in the group, and get her up to perform early, the others would have to meet the standard she set, and if that was to display her cunt as jaqi had so brazenly done, others were sure to follow, not wanting to appear to be withering wimps to their classmates.

Adrian, still wearing her little lace panties and her heels, stepped down off the small stage in front of the big screen television, where Caitlin and Tanya had proudly strutted their stuff less than eight hours earlier. The men watched the lean lady with the big tits move with the poise of a high-class call girl.

They saw all they had to, and knew the lovely young college cunt was prime meat. They would see all the cunt they wanted to soon enough.

“Who’s next?” Tom said and cast his eyes on a flaming redhead.

During Adrian’s dance, he had watched the faces of the young women, looking for a daredevil.

This shapely girl with the amazing red curly hair had shown not only interest in her friend’s dance, but impatience at her reluctance to remove her panties. Tom knew the kind, girls who were silently eager to flash their cunts to their friends and anyone who would look, and were seeking a way to do it.

“I’ll go next!” the girl said brightly and eagerly stepped up onto the elevated platform in front of the projection television, ”My name’s Betty Bradshaw.”

She was outgoing as well as gorgeous, the right combination for the kind of performers they required. This party provided her with the venue and the permission she needed.

Although she would not willingly perform the incredible acts they planned to film and tape these young women doing, her attitude would make her reactions and behavior worth filming. Steve put on another piece of music, this one a rap number, with a heavy back beat that demanded provocative movement.

Betty got into the rhythm of the number quickly, and did a high kicking dance that quickly got the other girls and the men clapping and stomping their feet to the rhythmic powerful beat of the acid rock music. She had clearly attended a strip club more than once, as she had the moves down cold.

She was on her back within thirty seconds, doing the gyrations and kicks from that awkward but enticing position. She inched her tight dress up over her head and slid out of it, then made the most of unfastening her little uplifting bra, making a real show of her breasts by squeezing them together as the bra came off.

Once the breast support underwear was off, she spread her legs and ran the tit-lifting garment back and forth along the narrow strip of her panties covering her most private part, drawing more of her woman moisture from within. This action aroused her sex organ until it flowered under the tight material.

Under this stimulation, her sex organ generated more freshly produced moisture, and the spread of her cunt-lips became apparent through the delicate material, as was the full form of her stimulated sex organ. The provocative young lady proved a gorgeous young girl didn’t need to strip naked to get men going.

Although she had not removed her little undergarment, she had left nothing to the imagination. Betty was a big hit with the horny men for having made her dance all about her cunt. Tom was satisfied she had achieved what she had intended. Pretty Betty was indeed a cunt.

She stepped down, wearing only her moistened panties and heels. Her face was red with excitement, but she felt more comfortable as she stood beside Adrian who was also bare-breasted, and the stranger named jaqi, who they understood to be one of the film crew, who wore only her high heels.

The next girl to take the stage was a raven-haired Hispanic girl who introduced herself to the men as Carmen. She was wearing an off-the-shoulder dress that highlighted her full breasts, and was tight around her shapely ass, with a fancy frill around the hem, which was most of the way up her thigh.

Steve put on a racy up-tempo Latin beat song, to match both her race and her costume. Carmen quickly grasped the moment to strut her stuff. The stage was too small for her wide-ranging dance, and she leaped to the floor, spun and strode across to the bar, then pulled herself up onto it.

Standing now much higher than the others, as Tanya had done much earlier that day, she reached up underdress and pulled her panties down to her knees. She reached to the overhead rack, and picking up an empty champagne glass, spread her knees and then moved the glass up under her skirt.

Everyone knew what she was doing, and in a moment, she brought it back into view, now filled with her amber liquid, covered on the surface with sparkling bubbles. She displayed the glass to the applause of her audience, took an audacious tiny sip, placed the glass on a shelf, and pulled up her panties under the dress.

She then began the seductive act of removing her dress. Her dance was incredibly sensuous, twisting and turning, but she could not top her unexpected act of peeing into the glass. Doing so under the dress was even more titillating, and still filled the minds of the men and her friends watching her strip act.

When the music finished, she was down to her panties and heels. The audience continued the rhythmic clapping as if demanding an encore. She spread her knees in a half squat, placed her hands on her hips, gave them a proudly defiant look, and delighted them by producing a substantial sprinkle for several seconds through the thin material covering her lovely Latin cunt.

Bright yellow droplets of fresh warm urine were still lining the inverted crease of her now wet panties that outlined Carmen’s organ as she stepped down off the pee-dampened bar. She had given her audience a great view of her spread vulva behind the piss-soaked panties, beautifully outlined.

Although she had not been brought up to do house cleaning, neither had she been raised to leave her excrement to offend the senses of others. She found a box of Kleenex and wiped the bar clean as the next girl, a platinum blonde named Dawna moved onto the platform in front of the big television.

Dawna was taller than the other girls, and had a sleek build, while appearing fragile, like a doe. The music Steve selected for her was slow and erotic, allowing her to squirm sensuously for the men, which she did. Like Carmen, she moved over and onto the bar, where she found a glass filled with celery sticks.

She took one of them, took a bite off the end, then holding her knees apart, slipped her panties down nearly to her knees. She slid the stick up under her dress, spread her knees as far as she could within the confinement of the lowered panties, did some poking and prodding, and when her hands reappeared they were empty. The celery stick had found a new home.

The girls squealed in delight at her imagination, and the men cheered her ingenuity. They all knew where Dawna had hidden the celery. There appeared to be only one possibility. She took a second celery stick, this one cut from the base of a stock, with the flared end intact.

She looked at the men in mock disapproval as they watched her deposit this one in hiding up under her the short hem of her dress between her shapely legs. Dawna was having a great time getting the men worked up, and she was innovative in the obscene act she performed for them.

The attractive college student was profaning her own body for their entertainment. She of course did not see it that way, she was too young and inexperienced to have any idea of the consequences of her indiscreet behavior. The gorgeous young college co-ed would learn all about that soon enough.

It took some work, but finally, the rigid vegetable was secure, and she surprised them all when she reached for another celery stick, this one twice the length of the others. She again bit off a small piece from the end, chewed and swallowed it, at the same time massaging her big breasts through the thin dress she wore.

She then moved the long stick of the firm vegetable up under her skirt. She bucked her hips, as if she were impaling herself on a monstrous dildo, and got the men cheering and the girls clapping to encourage her on. At last, she brought her hands down to grasp her panties. She slid them up, securing them around her waist.

Her hands returned to her breasts, squeezing and lifting them through the thin material, bulging the impressive mammaries and forming a deep cleft which she rolled up and down, causing the men to drool. The breast meat visible above the dress was dynamic and pliable, yet firm.

She was a startling specimen, and the men were getting a grasp of the quality of the young cunts the two party girls had recruited for them. The girl performing pulled the garment so that it squeezed her impressive mammaries dramatically, until they bulged so much they appeared ready to burst.

Dawna’s breastwork was so stimulating that the men momentarily forgot about the three celery sticks she had hidden up in that private grotto between her legs. She brought their attention back to the celery sticks warming in her oven when she grasped the hem of her dress in both fists and suddenly raised it over her head.

It caught beneath her big breasts, so she stood, her long shapely legs braced, with the dress covering her head, arms, and breasts, but with the lower half of her gorgeous body on full display. She had impressive abs, and a cleanly shaved pubic mound, barely covering the spread and stuffed slit of her panties-covered vagina.

It was now completely evident she had slid the celery sticks up into her delightful cunt, because the longest stick was poking her panties out between her legs. She moved around as if struggling with the garment in which her upper body was trapped, but she was making sure the men and her girlfriends were getting an eyeful of her little trick.

The longest celery stock was long enough to pull the panties away from her pussy, so that the audience could also get glimpses of her most tender inner meat as she turned. Tom was astounded by, but also very pleased with, the sophistication of these delightfully creative college girls.

His two recruiters had done well. The use of Steve and Phil’s small explosive devices and tiny radio receivers placed deep inside the ladies’ bodies had proven to be powerful controls over them. They had performed flawlessly in rounding up this collection of lovely and sexually charged new subjects.

This kind of warm-up program always made a great preliminary to their more violent games with the girls, giving the men a feel for each individual, to enhance the appreciation of her imminent death. Dawna at last pulled the dress off, then snapped off her tiny uplifting bra. Turning her back, she pulled out the shortest stick of celery, then got onto her hands and knees on the bar top.

Facing her audience, she grasped the end of the celery that had stuck out of her in her teeth, inviting any of the men to eat the end that had been buried in her moist love tunnel. Without hesitation, Andy stepped forward and made a show of savoring and chewing the cunt-warmed and moistened vegetable.

Still on her knees, she reached into her panties and pulled the wide stick out of her organ. When she stuck the narrow end in her teeth, the audience could see small lumps of white cunt wax on the wet celery. There was no possible doubt where the stiff vegetable had been. She repeated the offer, and this time Harv stepped forward.

The girls giggled with embarrassment as he bit into and ate the cunt-flavored stick. Encouraged by the men, she gave up on her false modesty and pulled her panties off, then spread her knees and raised her hips to allow Jason to eat the long stick protruding from her now fully displayed sex organ.

He bit off the end, then stood aside to make room for Mark, who bit off another two inches of the crisp vegetable stick. Phil was next, and as he slid his mouth over the part still showing, his lips came into intimate contact with the beautiful young woman’s delicate and tender cunt-lips.

Dawna was quite embarrassed by the kiss Phil gave her before he bit off the celery and stood aside to allow Greg to move between her legs. The girls squealed in amazement as Greg grasped her thighs and, sticking his tongue out, planted his mouth firmly over her engorged and flared vagina.

This whole show was going much farther than she had intended. Greg’s grasp of her hips held her in his total control and also advanced the vulgarity of the act. His big hands grasped each of her firm buttocks, and he used his fingers to skirt either side of her beautifully framed pink anus.

Her face went red with a private and otherwise unexpressed outrage when, as his tongue probed her to dig out the stick of celery, he inserted one of his fingers into her rectum, pushing it deep into her. She realized everyone’s attention was on his head, and that it was unlikely anyone would notice he was brazenly violating her in both fuck-holes.

She regretted having initiated the obscenities to her own body and sex organ she had performed with the use of the celery sticks. She had somehow got herself too caught up in the flamboyant mood of the party and had been driven far past her limits by these men and her friends.

Only her best boyfriend ever got to kiss her down there, while she was sucking them off, and she had never allowed anyone to touch, let alone invade, her rectum. She never got that dirty with anyone and had no respect for anyone who ever did. Greg had gone beyond the limits.

It was particularly humiliating having the strange man do this gross, obscene thing to her in front of her sorority friends. Thank God they were so far away from the city at a private place, and that these men were all strangers. She knew better than to protest, to make more of the indecency than was necessary.

It seemed it was just this one guy Greg who was getting so far out of line, and with luck, nobody else noticed what he was doing with his probing finger. She did, and that was what mattered. From here on she would keep her distance from him. She hoped he got shit on his finger. That would serve him right.

When Greg at long last released her, he pulled the last of the celery out of her cunt with his teeth, grinned at his friends, and then he swallowed it. Dawna thought it was too bad he hadn’t used his hand to pull out or at least handle the celery stick before he swallowed it, so he’d taste her shit from his finger as well.

She got to her feet, searching for her panties, but they had been kicked under the bar, out of sight, so when she got down and joined her friends who had already danced, both she and jaqi were bottomless as well as topless. She noticed that while the others had been dancing, jaqi had slipped back into her incredibly sexy-looking spike-heeled shoes.

Dawna was glad that at least one other girl was completely nude, except for the high-heeled shoes that all of the girls wore. Thank God when a naked woman stood with her legs together, her sex slot was virtually out of sight, she thought. I’d die if the men could still see my vagina!

Men had no way to hide their penises and looked ridiculous if they were aroused, like a stallion in rut. At least a woman’s sexual feelings are not so blatantly apparent. Her thoughts made a sudden turn. If that’s true, why do I feel so naked?! She had pushed herself to a level she had never done before, and she felt both vulnerable and excited.

The two girls remaining, Edie and Carla, looked at each other, then one of them shrugged and stepped forward. Dawna had raised the bar by openly displaying her bare cunt to everyone, and putting something inside it. Now they would have to at least match her blatant cunt-displaying pulchritude.

Edie had a voluptuous figure, with large soft-looking breasts housed in a white blouse tied in a knot between them leaving her midriff, navel, and lower abdomen bare. Her long shiny black hair contrasted beautifully with the white blouse and complemented her short black skirt.

She introduced herself, then took a broom from behind the bar, and unscrewed the long handle. Instead of climbing in front of the television or up onto the bar, she chose to perform in the middle of the room. Edie asked for a calypso song, and when Steve found one and got it going she asked Jason and Mark to hold the broom handle between them.

The men clapped with delight as they saw she was going to dance the limbo, a dance designed to display the groin area of the dancer. Her audience of several men and her college sorority chums moved to form a circle, and the two men held the inch-thick broom handle at waist level for her.

The beautiful young woman moved to the music, and the audience began a rhythmic clapping as she bent her knees and lowered herself to move under the stick. Tom positioned himself where he could see her coming toward him, to get an ideal view of her spread crotch when her tight short skirt lifted.

The short skirt was raised further by the spread of her gorgeous legs. Edie had picked her approach well. She deftly bent her body back, her knees spread wide, and even in the high heels, she was able to maneuver herself clear under the horizontal broom handle with no difficulty.

The opening height was one that she could manage easily so that she looked like a pro. However, this was a dance designed to continue with the progressively lower bar to get under, until the point of failure. The men liked to watch her in this erotic Caribbean dance because the required spread of her legs caused her panties to pull tight over her pubic mound.

The rotation of her hips caused her hips to alternate left and right, and her pubic mound to be thrust upward. Her big breasts were forced to spread across her rib cage and then bunch together. The girls cheered her as she stood and moved around behind each of the men holding the broom handle.

As she passed behind them, she seductively rubbed her supple body against their backs, then reached around and lowered their arms to show them how far to lower the bar. It was only a few inches because she didn’t want the dance to end with her failure to get under the bar too soon.

Her second pass was more impressive, as the lower bar forced her to spread her knees wider and to throw her weight forward as she leaned back, barely sliding through under the wooden handle, brushing her belly and her breasts against its rigid shaft seductively as she squeezed under it.

At her lowest point on that pass, her long black hair brushed the floor. It was quite a feat, and she showed a lot of control, with little apparent danger of losing her balance. She removed her skirt, repeated her licentious squeezing of her body against the backs of each of the men to adjust the bar downward, and then started her third pass under the bar.

Her second pass had been near the limit most of the men thought they might successfully pass. This time the broom handle was only eighteen inches above the floor. Edie had developed her flexibility to the level of a contortionist. Still wearing her high heels, she rolled her feet onto their sides so that she was supported on her ankles.

She spread her knees wide and folded her legs back as tight as they would go, so that her pubic mound pressed her tiny panties out into the deep crease of her stressed vagina. This left no doubt she possessed a gorgeous cunt, one that was sexually stimulated to the point that its inner lips flared further under the pressure.

These mini-panties she wore were smaller and tighter than any the men had seen during today’s exhibition, and her neatly trimmed patch of pubic bush extended above its very low top line. This time the task she had set herself was quite formidable, and her audience believed she had reached the fail point.

The men and girls watching her clapped loudly with a driving beat as she worked her way under the bar, stretching her little panties tightly into the crease of her vagina. At the lowest point of her dance, her back was just a couple of inches above the floor, which was again swept by her hair.

The audience of strange men and her friends were amazed that she could keep her balance. Edie’s vacations in Jamaica had given her lots of practice at this difficult dance. Her breasts were pressed upward and tightly together by the tightly tied blouse. Her raised skirt now served simply as a tight wide belt.

She startled the men by pausing and maintaining her balance as she untied the knot in the blouse between her breasts, freeing them to assume their natural form, and giving her a lower profile. She worked her way further under the bar and pressed her soft breasts against the bar as the malleable mammaries worked their way under the horizontal restraint in the hands of the two men.

At that point, the fabric of her tiny panties had rolled and was now a narrow strand in the grasp of, rather than covering, her spread inner cunt-lips. Her beautiful sex organ was now on full display, and the men were all sporting the enlarged bumps of their rigid poles inside their pants.

Dark spots that professional strippers called pecker tracks appeared on pants throughout the room. These guys were so turned on by the show Edie was putting on, that they were now all on the brink of ejaculating. Edie earned the applause of the audience as she stood up, having successfully worked her way under the very low bar.

She kept her writhing body moving to the calypso beat as she limboed her way through without losing her balance. She took the broom handle from the men, and lifting it to vertical, threw her head back and held the end of it in her mouth as she balanced it as if she were a trained seal.

Then she took it out of her mouth and danced with it, pressing it between her large pliable bare breasts. She worked it gradually downward until the end caught the belt of her panties. Sliding it slowly downward into her panties as she danced, keeping the upper end pressed between her big tits, it reached and caught in the narrow crotch of her panties.

She continued to press the pole downward so that it gradually began to pull her panties down. The back of the panties caught on the roll of her buttocks, but with several firm thrusts and erotic grinding of her pelvis, she worked them down, keeping the handle tightly pressed against her cunt as the beautiful bare female sex organ was gradually bared.

The men and girls laughed and cheered on her willing removal of her inadequate undergarment as she sensuously worked her way out of the dainty little panties until at last, she stepped out of them. She caught the pointed toe of one of her shoes in the panties and kicked them high into the audience.

One of the men caught them in his teeth, bringing another cheer from the group of strip fans, including the five who were naked or nearly so, and the one girl remaining who had yet to strip. Edie continued her erotic dance, now wearing only her heels. She was a spectacular nude, with a remarkable figure.

She looked particularly erotic in the heels with her long legs squeezed together gripping the pole. She kept the pole pressed firmly against her organ, using it to provide herself only the barest modicum of cover. She was unknowingly tempting her hosts, but it was far too early in her visit for them to impale her with it.

Edie was riding the broom handle like a witch on Halloween, squeezing it against her bare cunt, her impressive breasts bouncing with her every move. She moved between Mark and Jason, once more giving them the ends of the pole to hold. Her confidence told her she was in complete control, and that gave her license to go much further than she otherwise would before strangers.

“Let’s see how high you can lift it, fellows,” she said, “Give me a ride as high as you can, so I can ride it like your witch!”

“Sounds like a plan,” Jason said, “we can lift you as high as you’d like to go!”

Once a boyfriend had taken her to a strip bar where one of the girls had been lifted riding the handle of a broom, and when she had been put down she had pushed the end into her rectum and dragged it around the stage like a stiff tail. Edie would never do anything that crude, but she liked pushing her limits.

This was not the kind of challenge the men took lightly. They would soon give the gorgeous bitch the ride of her young life with the helicopter, but for now they would play the broomstick game her way. Each gripping his end of the stick securely, the men lifted the pole slowly, for maximum effect.

They continued to lift it until it pressed firmly up into the nude college girl’s bare groin, in the grip of her naked cunt. They continued to lift it, raising her onto her toes, and then they took her full weight. The slender broomstick dug deeply into her organ as she placed her entire weight on her pretty cunt.

It pressed between her pubic lips, disappearing between them, while the flower of her inner lips spread around it. The shaft bowed slightly under her weight as the men raised it to shoulder height. Edie concentrated on keeping her balance, moving her bare legs in the sexy heels to make it happen.

It was clear from the look on her face that she was experiencing discomfort at the point of balance. Female genitalia were not designed to support a woman’s weight, but it made a great show. Her weight was born by the meat that supported her clit and the tight, tougher meat between the base of her cunt and her anus.

The pressure of her one hundred and fifteen pounds was being supported on less than a square inch of broom, and the pressure compressed the shaft of her vaginal muscle. The pressure on her cunt forced her fuck-shaft back against her cervix and into her uterus, which in turn put pressure on her intestines .kidneys and bladder.

In short, sitting naked on the broomstick was uncomfortable, but the discomfort was self-inflicted, and the men enjoyed the agony the eighteen-year-old freshman college girl was putting herself in to entertain them. She was a game cunt, and one they would love working on under their helicopter.

Clearly she had never before experienced carrying her full weight on her cunt and groin. Edie was surprised by the discomfort it caused. She put on a brave smile, and spread her legs just long enough to flash a brief but better view of her genitalia to everyone, but it hurt too much for her to sustain the spread.

Fortunately for her, she brought her legs back together just as the calypso music ended. The men lowered her, and she got a round of applause as she re-joined the others. Now all but one of the gorgeous college girls were topless, and three were completely nude, except for their high-heeled shoes.

The remaining girl had a broad grin on her face as she climbed up onto the bar. She introduced herself as Fern and bowed to the excited audience. She was wearing an off-the-shoulder blouse, and when she bowed forward she revealed she was not wearing a bra. Her breasts were full and firm, but in the horizontal position of her bow, they swung freely like twin udders.

Sizing her up, Steve put on another rap song with a catchy beat, and seeing her turn was now in full swing, Fern quickly got the feel of the music. It was an “in-your-face” kind of aggressive song, and she adapted that kind of impudent stance as she postured and moved to the heavy beat of the music.

Tom grinned as he thought how the pretty frizzle-hair blonde named Fern would have made an excellent dominant, but he doubted she even knew what that was. It was all attitude, and she displayed a “Fuck you” expression that made the penises in the room thrust hard against the pants that contained them.

She wore a maroon cotton ribbed tube skirt that was very short and clung to her shapely form, accentuating her every move as she thrust her hips and postured like a vamp. She was getting them all going with her young face and impudent manner. The precocious blonde was proving to be a real hot bitch.

Fern lifted a half-gallon bottle of ginger ale and began to shake it up and down in time to the music. When she had given the full bottle a real charge, building up the pressure of the CO2 inside it, she twisted off the top and held it up so that the cold sweet aerated liquid splashed down over her hair and her blouse, soaking herself.

The blouse clung perfectly to her beautiful tits which her friends in the audience, all of them topless and well endowed, fully admired. She laughed with excitement at what she was able to do here. The guys were strangers, only the other girls would know, and look at what they had already done!

She was completely uninhibited. There were no restraints, and from the performances already completed by the other girls, it was clear she was expected to be as naughty as she wished. The risqué acts performed by the other girls had broken down her restraint, and she was delighted with herself. She was excited to hear the lyrics being sung graphically described a violent schoolgirl rape.

Her nipples stood out, and their dark peaks showed clearly through the wet synthetic weave of her blouse. Her wet hair streaked down over her cheeks, framing her impudent smile. There was a spark in her eye that said, “I’m going to shock you smart-ass pricks!” She moved again to the strong beat of the rap music, stomping her sexy heels in time to the aggressive spewing of profane lyrics.

Her hands moved to her bare legs below the hem of her short tube skirt. She rubbed her legs with her palms, then moved the rubbing action upward until she was slowly rolling the skirt up. The girls and men watching her, now all in a randy mood, cheered her on as she continued rolling the skirt into a tight roll, inching it upward and revealing her transparent flowered panties.

At last the skirt was tightly rolled into nothing more than a round belt around her waist, well above the top band of the panties. She bumped and ground her hips, thrusting her pelvis, stretching the thin fabric into the crease of her full vulva. Fern had and held everyone’s attention.

Observing her swollen pubic mound, which was barely covered by the flowered panties, Tom thought of her as a bitch in heat. He was not aware of how accurate his image of her was. She turned her back on the audience, and giving them only a rear view, hooked her thumbs into the belt band of her panties and with a series of rhythmic jerks, began to inch them down.

Each time one of her hips bounced up, her hand did not, so the natural movement of her strutting dance caused her panties to drop a bit further with each step. When she had reached the fold at the base of her buttocks, she bent forward, then glanced back at her audience with a look that admonished them for enjoying the excellent view she presented of her puckered pink anus.

Fern shocked her girlfriends with what she did next: she heaved with her slender tummy, straining hard, as if she were sitting on a toilet. Her rectum gaped, and the nose of a stool pressed open the ring of her anus from the inside. She poked it out more than an inch, revealing its dark moist roughness.

She wagged her shapely ass, ensuring everyone had a first-rate view of her impudent act, then amazed everyone as she sucked it back in. Her anal sphincter closed, and they saw no more of the outrageous offender. The men applauded her filthy trick. It was like a particularly rude version of sticking out her tongue at them.

Steve watched the gaggle of girls more than he observed the dance of the last of the young cunts. He noticed jaqi’s hand had moved to her front, and the sultry young bitch, now oblivious to those around her, was vigorously and shamelessly masturbating herself, with two fingers gripping her erect clitoris.

She was completely caught up in the obscenity in which she had not only participated but had initiated and was probably unaware of what she was doing to pleasure herself. The music was almost over, and recognizing this, Fern stepped out of her panties and tossed them to the men in the audience.

She turned around to face them, showing them the hairy bush of her pubic mound, now split by the unfurled generous pink inner lips of her vagina. She had trimmed only the sides of her mound, right up the curled inner lips, to permit the wearing of a string bikini without displaying pubic curls at the crotch.

The men appreciated a bitch who opened up with her excitement. Conspicuous arousal in a woman was like an erection for a man. It was always a treat when a woman let men know what was going on in her head by the state of her vagina. That was a courtesy no woman could control.

Professional strippers displayed erotic behavior through wanton looks and movements while inside they were cool as cucumbers. That meant their cunts remained tight and uninteresting to view. That was why they always had to masturbate to get their cunts ready for viewing. That was not the case with this cunt.

Fern was one of the more sophisticated of the rich college girls. She was not only enjoying the flagrant exhibitionism, but she was also sexually aroused by it. This female flower was fully unfurled, as was her sex organ. She squatted, rocked back onto her hands, spread her knees, and thrust her pelvis upward.

She lowered her shoulders to the surface of the bar, freeing her hands, now no longer needed to support her. They came forward over the top of her pelvis, and her fingers grasped what many of the men had missed. Tucked in the petals of her inner cuntlips was a short piece of string.

She tugged at it, and it was clear the string was longer than it at first appeared. It came from inside her cunt. The music hit its last cord and with a dramatic jerk, she pulled out a bloodied tampon. This beautiful young cunt was in season! She flipped the blood-soaked rag high in the air, and it landed with a dull thump on the bar beside her, a sound that was audible in the stunned silence of the room.

The men looked at each other with beaming smiles. They had got themselves a menstruator. They had no particular event that would take advantage of her condition in mind, but it was interesting to know, and she had put it to good use in her act. They tucked the knowledge into the back of their minds, for use if something occurred to them.

At the moment there was more to think about, as it was transition time, time to move toward their agenda for the girls. The other girls were outraged that one of their gender would dare to do something so revealing of something so feminine, which they always kept completely private.

Not even the crudest of whores would even think of showing another female her stools or her stained internal sanitary tube. It was unthinkable. The bitch had finally, under duress, revealed who she truly was. They stood away from their sorority sister as she climbed down off the bar, still wearing her wet clinging blouse and her rolled-up skirt, which was now no more than a slender tube belt around her hips.

They were now ostracizing her for the depths to which she had sunk in her daring performance. In the view of her friends, who momentarily forgot how far they had stepped past their moral boundaries, she had demonstrated she was no longer deserving to be their friend or sorority sister.

She was now in their eyes worse than a strumpet, lower than a whore. Her judgment had been unacceptable in how far she had gone to entertain these men. It was one thing to agree to be filmed nude, but to go to the extremes to which Fern had gone was not within the strict moral limits these young college girls had set for themselves.

Even jaqi was shocked at the obscene performance by the pristine young college girl, but only because it was so surprising and dirtier than any of the others had the guts to do. She was certainly not shocked to the point she would not accept the girl. After all, what she did was related to natural bodily functions, which she did not consider dirty, let alone filthy. One day she’d have to include shit and a bloody tampon in her act.

After all, everybody had to shit every day, and although a girl’s blood-rag was private, it had to be changed several times a day when she was in full flow. Pulling out her blood-soaked tampon in front of all these strangers was tacky, but was no reason not to like a girl.

Fern stood beside jaqi, and because she was the only one with her tits still covered, she reached over and pulled off her wet blouse, but for some reason left on her rolled-up tube skirt. Rolled up so tightly around her waist, it looked like no more than a belt and accentuated her nakedness.

“Geez, that was some stunt!” jaqi said, “I wouldn’t have thought of either of the things you did. That took real guts to start to poop to show them your shit, suck it back in, and your blood-rag! Jesus! You sure got great bum control, to suck that thick turd right back inside! Fuck me, that was neat!”

“You thought it was okay?” asked Fern.

“It was outstanding!” jaqi assured her.

“I know guys always get turned on when you get down and dirty,” Fern went on, as if she felt it was necessary to explain her actions, “And those were the dirtiest things I could think of, but it doesn’t seem the girls got it. It was just an act!”

She looked at the other girls, who were ignoring her.

“They a bunch of bible-thumpers?” said jaqi, ”Your performance was for the guys who brought us up here, not for those uppity bitches! I wouldn’t want to be friends with them anyway, they all act like they’ve got a pineapple stuffed up their ass!”

“They’re pretty prudish, after what they did themselves, aren’t they.” Fern acknowledged, “I don’t know why they think they’re so much better than me all at once. If they’re such goodie-goodies, how come they came up here in the first place, to be in a porno flick? Those two women told us what to expect!”

jaqi grinned, remembering the leather buggy whip she had been given. It was evident she was going to get to use it for sure now. She looked at the bare breasts and buttocks of the young women standing together on the other side of the men. She could hardly wait to make some of that voluptuous meat bounce. She wondered when she would get to use the whip on them.

Tom spoke up, getting everyone’s attention.

“That was a fun way to introduce yourselves and your beautiful bodies, ladies. You certainly have a lot to be proud of. You gave us a great show, and at the same time helped us discover what kind of roles you should have in our movie,” he looked at jaqi. “You’ll probably want the little leather tool I gave you as a persuader, so bring it along.”

He turned his attention to the first three that had danced.

“We won’t be needing your panties for the shoot, girls,” Tom told them, “So those who are wearing them can slip them off, then all of you come with me.” Adrian, Betty, and Carmen looked at each other and recognized that with three others without panties, their modesty was now a moot point. They slipped theirs off, and when they tried to take them with them, Jason collected them.

“Tom said you wouldn’t be needing these,” he said with a friendly smile, “And we’re coming right back here later, so I’ll put them with the rest of your clothing,” looking at Carmen’s wet pee-soaked panties, he said, “We’ll do a little laundry while you’re working, so they’ll be fresh for you when you come back.”

She smiled, embarrassed, and handed them to him, holding them in her fingers by the only dry spot she could find. It was one thing to pee her panties while she was performing, that was bad enough as she thought back on it, but to have to hand over her pee-soaked panties to an absolute stranger was humiliating.

Doing a striptease in front of the strange men had not been as bad as the girls had thought, and they were all quite happy to have a chance to strut their stuff in front of worldly and knowledgeable men. It was just a matter of degree and all about how far they were willing to go.

None of the girls had decided firmly on boundaries yet, because things were changing so fast, and they still did not know exactly what they would be expected to do in front of the cameras. Because they were assured the films would only be seen in a far-off country, they felt more at ease and ready to risk. This could turn out to be a lot of fun.

“Just a minute,” Tom said, turning, “We’ve got a lot of money invested in this project, and we’re going to have to see your genitals, fully exposed like jaqi’s. We need the pubic hair gone.”

Even the girls with neat trims had more pubic hair than the nude waitress, who had cut what was left of her pubic puff down to half an inch long. It was the cunt version of an old-fashioned brush cut.

“Is anyone here willing to trim herself?” Tom asked.

The girls looked at each other, not sure how to respond. They had agreed to appear in a porno film, so even though they’d been promised they would not have to engage in sex, it made sense that they’d have to not only uncover their genitals, but also to make them visible to the camera by removing all pubic hair.

Although most of them were nicely trimmed for bikini duty, their pubic hair covered their love nests, and Carmen and Dawna had full bushy growths, fully hiding their genitalia. They had such prolific hair growth that they might as well be wearing panties, as far as visual access to their cunts was concerned.

Carmen stepped forward.

“What the heck,” the Hispanic bombshell grinned, “It’s only lady meat, and I’m not ashamed of it! Have you got any scissors?”

“You’ll need foam and a razor as well,” Tom said, “Stubble on cunts looks awful on film.”

He handed her a leather travel kit, which she opened as two of the men lifted her onto the bar.

“I guess privacy makes no sense,” Tom explained, “When we’re going to see the results of your work anyway.”

The men gathered around to enjoy the hair removal, and watched intently as the pretty dark-haired beauty sheered off her tight puff of lower curls, then lathered the stubble until her organ was covered with white foam, like a Santa Claus beard.

“How much should I leave?” she asked.

“There’s no sense in doing half a job, do you mind taking it all off?” Tom asked, “Then it will grow back evenly for you.”

The other girls huddled together behind the men as Carmen went to work with the razor. They couldn’t believe she was doing this so easily, as if it didn’t matter.

She was intentionally denuding her most private area, as if she thought men didn’t like to sink their teeth into hair pie. She loved having a guy get his mouth and tongue working her vagina, and couldn’t understand why so many showed no interest. It was humiliating to be rejected on oral sex by a guy with a full bush around his cock and balls. Anyway, this would do the trick.

THE END OF CHAPTER THREE