JUST A RUN-THROUGH by Regis

Feature Writer: Regis

Feature Title: Just A Run-Through

Published: 04.12.2022

Story Codes: Erotic Horror, Snuff, Torture, WS, Scat

Synopsis: Text

Just A Run-Through

Marlee and Heather had been dancing at the Perfumed Pussy Club together for nearly four months, ever since they graduated from the Nursing Faculty at College. Their part time jobs as erotic dancers had turned into a full-time gig, and they were having a blast getting guys dicks raging hard so that they’d have to ejaculate in their pants.

By now they knew the ropes. This place was definitely not an average strip club. Their job here quite different from their earlier experience as strippers; here all they had to do was to dance naked on their knees right up to the front of the stage where they would face-fuck guys with their cunts, while the guys deep tongued them.

Fucking in the clubs was illegal without a special copulation license, but there was no concern at any of the places they worked about the girls getting a face fuck, or sucking off guys who needed a blow job. It was all good clean fun, and both girls had developed a passion for getting a deep invasion by a tongue in their pussies, and loved to have guys ejaculate down their throats directly into their stomach.

They had joined the staff of this notorious Club to take part in such outrageous behavior on a dare from fellow nursing students soon after graduating from Nursing School at college at the age of 20, because after all, when they really thought about it neither of them was in the least interested in becoming boring nurses. This was much more exciting.

They’d learned the ropes of the sleazy clubs on the strip known as Carni Boulevard, where eighty percent of the city’s sex and strip joints were located. They took their clothes off as summer jobs and on weekends while at college. They had both danced at several seedy strip clubs, since their first summer off, and had been able to avoid the sleazier joints.

In the clubs they worked they spent more time moving their bodies in creative, erotic moves and enticingly taking it off, rather than in overtly and openly displaying their genitalia, or using their equipment in fuck shows. The clubs on Carni Boulevard were not licensed for fornication, but the law was not welcome and did not attend.

They were still able to call themselves good girls, although they were required every set to flash their tits and cunts in the number they danced once they were totally naked. There were two bars where girls were fucked by hired studs on top of the bar and one that let customers buy a public fuck on stage.

Once a week at all the clubs they had worked in they had to take a turn in the rotation, taking a power fuck on stage from a hired muscleman with a long stiff dick, but they reduced the exposure of the dirtiest part of their act by lying so that their side was facing the audience.

They rationalized that with a guy on top of them, as was their preferred position for fornication, the customers couldn’t see the fine details of what they soon got used to. They were both very good at prolonging the foreplay, with the naked stud’s big cock more on display than their pussies.

They were careful to always bring the guy to the point he was dribbling cum, which the audience loved to see, before he got to put his dick inside them. They raised a knee to mask the penile insertion. They had mastered the art of getting the pro stud so steamed up he would ejaculate early.

This sex part of their job was well past just stripping, but in modern times the guys who were the clients all expected to see some raw sex on stage, and the girls fully understood they were in show business. After all, they always hooked up with their dates, letting the guys ball them, although that was always in private, not for others to watch, like this.

Sex was a natural thing, when all was said and done, and to get paid for it wasn’t a bad thing, like it wasn’t prostitution or anything, because they weren’t selling their bodies for sex, it was just part of the act. They were both very beautiful, moved well, and were highly provocative to the men, and loved that the guys couldn’t get enough of them.

The humiliation of being ejaculated upon when the guy pulled out, something according to the female supervisor the male audience required to see, was just part of being a modern woman in a society that valued the debasement of women. Both of them felt good about who they were, and knew this was just a job, and one that paid well.

The humiliating side of what they had to do was just part of life, something that came with being a gorgeous, sexy female, and something they just had to live with. After all, a dose of warm cum splattered on their skin to amuse the guys in the crowd couldn’t hurt them. They got back at the studs by making them lick it all off.

666

Just a week before their last exams and graduation the girls were in their favorite cafeteria at the University with a number of their friends when a couple of men approached them. The men were in suits that looked a size too small because of their muscular build, and there was a conspicuous bulge under the left arm on both of them. They were obviously packing pieces, a fact they wanted to convey rather than hide.

“You girls are welcome to stay,” one of them said to the others, “But we’re here to talk to Marlee and Heather, the two dancers in your group. Did you know they were nude dancers? Maybe you could offer them some support in accepting our offer.”

He turned his attention to the two twenty-year-old ladies he wanted to add to his stable of gorgeous young cunts.

“We have a job offer for you both, one either of you won’t want to refuse. That would be unwise. You will have to start as soon as you graduate. We need you two to be open cunt dancers at the Perfumed Pussy, and we need an answer before six o’clock tonight. No is not a satisfactory answer; we know where you live. Take your time.”

They handed the startled two girls a card, and then abruptly left.

“Holy crap!” one of their friends said, “You two have just been threatened. Those guys are mob. You can see it, and definitely tell by what he said. I even saw the bulges in their pants that showed they both had a hard-on, which Mafia guys have all the time they’re around women. I think I even saw pecker tracks! That’s so cool!”

“The Perfumed Pussy isn’t just a strip club,” said another, “It’s a really amazing cunt show bar! The jobs they want you to do are not about dancing, They’re all about flashing and spreading your cunt. And I’ve heard it’s a contact sport, like having guys tongue-tickling your clits and eating your cunts. You guys would be fabulous!”

“Wow!” piped in a third girl, “Only the hottest, most beautiful and experienced chics ever get to work there! That’s so amazing they need you two! It’s the heaviest Club on the whole fucking Boulevard! Imagine you to guys dancing nude, just in spike heels and makeup! When you dance they make you spread open your perfumed cunts with your fingers! This is so exciting I might pee my panties right here!”

Another joined in.

“You both know you’ve got outstanding cunt meat, don’t you! You’re fabulously hot, I’ve seen you dance and flash your pussies. You’re fantastic sex entertainers, and I know the audience would absolutely love watching you spread open your perfumed pussies.”

At this point her excited friend gulped as she thought about what was being offered, and what her girlfriends would have to do.

“You’d be fucking terrific!” she said.

As she spoke, her talk caused her to do as she’s threatened, and the girls got the aroma of fresh pee dripping to the floor. They were not surprised, as she was always a very excitable girl.

“There’s no way you’d catch me dancing in a place like that,” Heather said, “Like you said, the Perfumed Pussy Club is as filthy as it gets, and is run by the fucking mob!”

“That would be so hot,” the first said, “I mean, knowing girls who were really cunt dancers at the Perfumed Pussy. I can’t believe they asked you to work for them.”

“It didn’t sound like asking to me,” another responded, “You heard them, they won’t let you refuse.”

“I wouldn’t dance there either,” said Marlee, “Or even be seen going in there. That’s not just a sex and cunt dance club, you know, everyone in the business knows they’re into making heavy and violent pornography videos and everything. Like nobody knows how far they go. Everybody knows it’s a filthy fuck shop, and I believe it’s even a lot worse. I wouldn’t be caught dead even going into, let alone working in a place like that. I think it’s a moral cesspool.”

“Hey,” the second girl joined in, “You’re over-reacting. Flashing your cunt and letting customers get their faces close to your cunt to smell the perfume on it isn’t that terrible, and maybe squirting a bit of piss for them. They might even give you an intimate tongue job, working your clit to the point of orgasm!”

“God, that would be outstanding,” another friend chimed in, “Actually getting yourself kissed off on your cunt right there on stage with everybody watching. You’re both strippers now, and have probably had to do your thing with a hot stud on stage, getting yourself balled. Like this isn’t so different. I know you two could do it. We dare you guys to give it a shot!”

“Ya, we dare you,” another joined in, “I can tell you one thing, it would beat the shit out of being a boring fucking nurse!”

“And working for the mob you’d probably make a lot more too!” another added, “Like, you might get special assignments and shit. Oh God, wouldn’t it be exciting getting yourselves regularly fucked by hit men, Mob guys who are merciless killers, real hit-men! I’m starting to cum just talking about it!”

“We dare you, we dare you!” they all chanted.

This was a serious challenge. Chances like this didn’t come every day. Their friends were making it very tough to refuse. Marlee and Heather looked at each other, not sure. After all, based on what those guys said, did they have a choice?

That guy had told them flat out he knew where they lived, and that meant to them they might be killed if they refused his offer. That was the mob way of saying that, they’d seen it in the movies. They were way too young to be taken out by a hit man.

With a, “What the fuck,” look, they both shrugged. These two didn’t ever do anything just half way.

“What the hell,” Heather said, “It can’t be much worse than stripping for tips. When I date I always let my dates kiss my pussy if we take the time to warm up before we fuck. I hear they pay girls really well. And I heard the guys roll bills for tips into cigar tubes, to poke them up your cunt.

“I’ve heard they even stuff the cigar tubes with the tips rolled up inside them up into your asshole. I can’t imagine what that would be like. Like its not like we’ll know anybody that goes there. Like being just a nurse you don’t get recognized for anything; at least if we do it we’ll get lots of positive, sexually intimate attention from the customers.”

“We’ve got to do it,” Marlee said, “I don’t think we’ve got any choice. Otherwise they might kill us. I’m sure they really want us, or they wouldn’t have asked us. Let’s call them before we change our minds,” and she pulled out her phone.

She dialed the number on the card the man had given her, and her call was answered with the first ring.

666

The groins and armpits, arms and legs of all the Perfumed Pussy Club dancers were shaved as clean as a baby’s, and their cunts were always manually masturbated before they went on stage to perform, so that the inner vagina lips swelled out like the mouth of a carp.

All of the girls who worked there had a minor day surgery, in which their clit was enlarged and elevated, so that it was in a state of constant erection. A gold ring was placed around it, to keep it stimulated and to let people see that they were always fully sexually aroused.

Before each set on stage they would spray a blend of sweet perfumed and flavored essence into their flared cunts so that customers could sniff their pussies, and for an extra fee get their tongues active and lick the dancers inside their flared cunts, to enjoy the flavor.

Marlee loved the feel of an active tongue thrusting and twisting inside her, with the guy’s nose or mustache stimulating her clit erect ringed clit while she worked, and she would always have several orgasms while performing. That was how she got her rocks off, and early in her time at the Club Marlee proved to be a natural sex performer.

Heather, in four months as a cunt dancer, had never got used to the customers tonguing her. She had the feeling it was condescending and humiliating to have a man do what she preferred from women, but when it came down to it, this was nothing but a job.

Her friend Marlee had no trouble with it, and in truth the butch bitch who supervised the open cunt dancers gave her little choice. Taking tongue was her job, what she had been hired to do, which meant there were no options. Night after night, she presented and spread wide open her masturbated cunt to the customers who wanted to sniff it or pay extra to suck pussy.

At the Perfumed Pussy Club, everything was all about demeaning and degrading women, considered nothing but cunts. While working the girls wore only exceedingly high spike heeled shoes, enhancing the look of their incredible legs, and had their hair pulled back into a high-mount ponytail to fully reveal the curve of their slender necks.

They all wore a red leather collar, with rings in it, as if to attach things to it. They also wore a custom fitted red leather mini halter that lifted their breasts into a provocative position without covering anything. The device was a true halter, a literal breast harness.

Weekly all of the girls received a painful deep shot behind the nipple in the areolas on each breast, which caused them to swell out a couple of inches, and the nipple to firm and jut out the size of the last joint of their middle finger, giving the young ladies a highly erotic look, as if they were wet nurses.

All of the girls employed at the Perfumed Pussy Club were required to possess naturally firm large breasts, which made this treatment and the lift and press halters they wore highly effective. A professional makeup artist did their faces to give them the standard showgirl look, with over-sized flared eyelashes. They were in every sense visual cock teasers, which was the entire point of their employment.

Their dancing skills were impressive, and important only as they began their act, as the naked young ladies were soon kneeling, their knees widespread and their groins rotated forward as they used their fingers to spread their cunts wide, providing an unobstructed view inside for the men who all eagerly ogled them.

Marlee had experienced nothing but sexual exploitation in her life, one filled with blatant debasement and degradation as far back as she could remember. She had adapted well to her sense of the reality her only value in life was being nothing more than a cunt.

She knew how to relish the attention she was given in that role, as she had to being a stripper, revealing her naked vagina and rectum to the leering faces of the strip clubs’ customers, and her realistic attitude served her well as she adapted to performing as an open cunt dancer at the Mob’s Perfumed Pussy Club.

Objecting to the humiliating display and oral contact with the men, Heather had learned how to lure those men that she found least objectionable over to the stage by locking eyes with them and rotating her pelvis, thrusting her open cunt toward them, pulling it wide to provide them a view into her inner flesh chamber.

This was personal, and she made it so, with a convincing fake orgasm as they mouthed her vagina. She loved the way the men would click their teeth on her clit ring, elevating her lust for the job and this specific benefit. If she liked the guy, she would double her carnal pleasure by turning around, bending forward and allowing preferred customers to tongue the bulging ring of her rectum.

666

All the dancing girls were called in to a meeting at eight o’clock in the evening, a full two hours before the club’s doors opened to the public. They had just got word of the special and unusual meeting the evening before, so clearly it was about something very important. The manager seldom called meetings of the girls, and they were not given the option to miss it.

Eight o’clock was chosen because men who had attended regular strip clubs on the Boulevard were exiting following the first nightly fuck show, and now they were looking for something a bit more stimulating, to get their cocks and balls raging, for maybe an impulsive rape of some wayward bitch they might come across or even seek out on the way home.

There were twenty girls present at the meeting, which were all of the club’s current stock of open cunt dancers, as well as a couple of big muscular black studs who would do a suck and fuck show with any of the dancing girls who needed extra cash. They all did, and took their place in the rotation.

The two black studs would each do four fuck shows a night, so eight girls got to perform with them riding their huge cocks before the club closed at five-thirty in the morning. After four months of publicly performing in intimate contact with clients’ mouths, having their tight-fitting clit rings bobbled by clients’ tongues, and being roughly show-fucked at least twice a week by the club’s professional studs, Marlee and Heather both appeared to fit in well.

Each black fuck-stud would do three of his shows wearing a condom, and then a special fourth show riding each girl bareback, deeply seeding her with large doses of semen to her uterus. Because of this requirement the girls were all on the pill. They would also, after performing in a bareback fuck show, take a morning-after pill.

An abundance of caution was necessary to protect their career. As things were designed at the time, there was no room for a swell-belly on stage performing at the Perfumed Pussy Club. They all had to be sleek, fit and looking like models or athletes to please the eye of the men attending.

The manager of the club was a big guy, known to the staff as a made man based on at least a dozen kills, and he always wore a black t-shirt that showed off his bulging muscles. He also wore a harness holding his holster with a pistol on full display. This was not a subtle guy.

He was a tough but usually fair manager, and would personally chastise any girl who did not take her job of cunt flashing seriously. Not wanting to seed the girls, whenever he called one to his office, he would only honor them with a rectal fuck, and always deposited loads if semen in their colons.

He also frequently slapped them hard, just to maintain his absolute authority over them. The first time they were called into his office the girls were always shocked at the violence of the man, but considering his resume, they soon understood that from his point of view, slapping them around was what cunts were for.

“Sorry to call you in so early,” he started, “But as you’ve seen, there are a couple of copy-cat clubs starting up in this area, and we’ve got to deal with it. To start with, I’ve arranged for the police to raid them and shut them down. I’m going to hire a few of the girls from them to increase our numbers, but we’re not going to take them all. If we did, that would say they were somehow legitimate challengers.

“I’ve made sure the raids will be violent, with gunfire, and an operator or two and a couple of their cunts are going to have to die in the shooting, just to make a point. We can’t have people think they can operate here however they like without paying a meaningful price.

“I’ve decided the price they’ll have to pay is with the lives of the entrepreneurs and a few of their second-rate cunts. I’ve also arranged the press will be there to catch the action, and show the blood spilled. I know you’ll all agree with me that it’s a good and necessary thing to protect our business.”

His employees were stunned at the blunt announcement. They knew he had the police in his pocket, but ordering the deaths of his opponents and some innocent female sex dancers was way over the top. How far would their employer go to get his way? They discovered they were soon to find out.

“With competition starting to move in, and you know the raids won’t entirely discourage that, we’re going to have to make a few changes around here, like we’re going to heat things up, so to speak. I’m talking you girls heating up your acts. I had a conversation about this with the Boss, who’s the head of the organization, and we agreed on the changes around here.

“I’m not sure you’ll like them all, but that’s why I’m the boss and you’re the fucking workers. As leaders in the field we’ve got to stay ahead of the times, and you’re going to help us do that. I know all of you girls will want to be pacesetters in the industry.

“We’ve decided we’re taking this business in an exciting new direction, and you will accept it. For a beginning, I want to remind all of you that we have you signed on to a binding contract with us, and you all have at least seven years in your contracts until you can back out.

“If you choose to, you can do so when your binding agreement is up. In the meantime, you’re required to remain working for us, and continue to perform in whatever ways we require. I mentioned changes we’re going to introduce, to heat things up, and until your contract expires, you’re going to have to get used to them.

“I guarantee you all of our customers will be delighted with what’s going to happen, and our client base will grow rapidly once we get the word out. That means, and you’ll like this part, you’ll all be making more a lot more money. A lot more, because of the new risks, but I’ll come to that.

“First of all, the good news is that we’re going to add to our stable of girls by more than doubling it. That greatly reduces the odds of you being picked for a special performance. Our recruiters are out now checking on fresh cunt stock to grow our bitch stable.

“You’ll all be living here from now on. I mean full time, so you’re always available when we need you. We’ve bought the building next door and are renovating it to make it into a terrific dormitory that will accommodate more than seventy of you performing cunts.

“Instead of going on solo, you’ll all be performing with four cunts on stage at a time, which will greatly increase the action the guys pay to see and of course take part in. What I’m saying is we’re really going to liven things up around here, and you’ll all be a big part of that.

“The bad news is that, since you cunts are all off the official map anyway, like with no papers, and you don’t technically exist, we’re introducing an exciting new event, and on Saturday nights, like at three in the morning, from now on two of you cunts will be hanged by the neck. Like to fuckin’ croak.

“We’re doing it late at night because the mayor and police chief who are both regular customers, say there’s no fuckin’ way we can do a legal killing, so it has to be when there are no city bylaw inspectors around. Like killing some of you girls just for entertainment isn’t legal in this city. Maybe someday, but not now.

“We won’t use a regular long drop or even short drop, because that’s an old fashioned way of exhibition hanging, and because it breaks their fuckin’ necks, cunts die far too fast. That reduces the enjoyment of customers who’ve paid to enjoy watching the bitch kills, seeing them dance on the rope.

“When it’s your turn to be selected, when we need to replace you with fresh pussy, you will be hauled up wearing just your heels, as usual, to swing and dance on the end of the rope until the noose doesn’t allow you to breathe. That’s the modern, entertainment kind of hanging.

“I recognize it won’t be much fun for you, but hey, I’ve seen lots of things like this, like we do it all the time at mob parties, and I can assure you, our guests are going to love it, seeing you dance naked while swinging from the noose. Every time I see it I cum, no shit.

“In between bad and good news is that we’ll be bringing in two new cunts every week to replace those of you who die entertaining our customers on the noose, so the odds of being picked to swing doesn’t increase, unless of course we decide that being hanged is all you’re good for.

“That means when we hear from customers they’d rather not fuck you. What I’m saying is you’ll all want to do everything in your power to keep our customers happy, like keep your cunts and assholes working to pamper them.

“No matter what, you’ll also want to keep on trying to impress us with your worth, or believe me, you will definitely find yourself as naked as always, but now with a noose around your lovely neck and your spike heeled shoes off the floor. You can control the risk.

“That’s something only you can determine by doing your very best all the time. We made sure your contracts would take you well beyond your useful life in the business, because you’ll all become burnt out cunts long before they expire, so we’re just talking about when you’ll be useful to us.

“Another change we’re introducing is to have preggie dancers, which is a total change. We’ll bring them in at first, but you girls are going to have to start producing, like growing bellies on you. You’ll all have to prove your fertility, or get an early swing on the rope.

“We’ll need you all to get yourselves knocked up, and grow yourselves big bellies so you can learn to do the belly flop dance, bouncing your big bellies and tits until it’s painful, and then just keep on going to keep it interesting for our customers. If that triggers an abortion, then so be it.

“To get you pregnant, in addition to the stud fucks you do, we’ll let our customers use turkey basters inside you. Clients can rent them when they come in. They can masturbate until they cum is little cum cups we’ll give them, and when they draw some of their spunk up into the turkey baster, they can slide it up into your cunt while you lie back and spread for them, and try to make contact with your cervix with the spout.

“If they’re successful, they can then squeeze their cum into your uterus where it can find its way up to your ovaries, and maybe if they’re lucky fertilize an egg or two. Won’t that be fun! With the likelihood of you becoming pregnant, we’ll abandon any use of condoms by customers for the fuck shows.

“This way the customers can inseminate you without you having to become whores, getting fucked by them. We’ll also get you to stop the morning after pill, since it would defeat our new purpose. From now on, all of you are going to be breeding stock, understand?

“The reason for the basters is because with our changed policy, we will need you to conceive, with from one to three infants inside you. You will take hormones to increase the probability of a multiple birth. We’ll know if it was fuck or baster that got you when the sprog you drop is black or white, because the black customers can only squirt you with cum from a white customer, to make this work.

“Won’t that be spectacular? It turns out most men would be just as happy sucking on the cunt of a gorgeous pregnant bitch. If your baby inside you can feel the tonguing you’re taking, it will know for certain it’s Momma is nothing but a fucking open cunt dancer, which is worse than a fucking whore, no better than a lump of shit. That’s what you cunts are, right?

“During your belly’s growth you can now be a belly dancer, flopping your big tummy as well as your milk-swollen tits to entertain the audience. While this is going on your cunt will become much more interesting, because we’ll treat it with injections so that it will swell out beautifully like the cunt on a fuckin’ cow, in preparation for whelping.

“When it’s time, we’ll have those of you who are ready to pop your pups enter a fun sprog-dropping competition. We’ll be able to bet on whether your sprog is black or white, on its gender, and whether it’s alive or stillborn. It will also be fun to bet on whether it tries to come out head or feet first. Won’t that be exciting?

“To make it more interesting for the audience watching you squeezing out your little cub, we’ll have you standing up with your knees spread and your arms tied to a pole behind you so you’ll have to work unassisted. Our in-house video production unit has shot several of these sprogging events just like I’ve described, and they’re fuckin’ spectacular.

“Watching them shoot, and I have to tell you they sometimes really do, like they’ll fuckin’ shoot the mother with a gun to end the video after whelping if she isn’t doing too good, or if the whelping wasn’t stimulating as we need it to be so we have to spice up the video.

“The good entertainment birthers we’ll want to get pregnant again, over and over, to repeat a great performance. Seeing these events being videoed, I recognized how good this would be as a live production. We tried having an audience for the video production, and they went bananas watching the cunt poppn’ her pup.

“You girls are much better looking than the preggies they’ve been bringing in for the videos, so we’ll also make videos of the shows you do too, so some of you could become quite famous on the deep underground violent porn scene. That’s a big deal, because some of these videos are circulated and traded online for fuckin’ years.

“I just happened across a harness maker who thought he was going to go bankrupt, and bought up lots of leather for your tack room. As an added incentive for you cunts to perform well, from now on we will also be selling or renting buggy whips to our customers as they come in.

“The guys can use them while they watch other guys using their mouths or the basters on you. How exciting is that? They don’t need any encouragement to buy whips so they can use them to enhance the vitality of your dance, so to speak. That’s one way you girls can make things a lot hotter around here!

“I decided on including renting buggy whips on my own, knowing it will make things much more exciting for all you open cunt dancers around here. As a guy myself, I know how exciting it can be to see a bitch dancing to the whip. The customers and the boss will love it.”

666

Things had developed exactly as the manager had said they would, and a new component of the dancing ladies’ work was pain. The cunt flasher dancers had no choice in the matter, in that they were now no more than captive slaves to the Mob. The promised influx of new girls more than tripled their numbers, which at least reduced the odds of being selected to star in a kill night.

There was also the fresh supply of new young cunts being added weekly to re-stock the club’s stable for the loss of girls through those dying on the gallows or garrotte post. The influx of hot new cunts brought the expected increase in business, with the change to 4 open cunt dancers on stage at a time increasing the activity and sexual excitement.

The crowd loved the use of turkey basters to insert their sperm into the girl’s wombs, and they also loved the use of whips to control the cunts on stage. The most popular blow to a naked girl was the upstroke between her spread legs that slashed her across her cunt, raising a scream and a rigid red welt. A good shot to the cunt was worth a dozen to a bitch’s tits.

The manager decided to introduce the concept of cunt kills as entertainment with a bang, and he brought in a strikingly beautiful sex dancer from New York to kick things off. Her name was Rita, and she was a rising star at an off-Broadway porno theater that was drawing large crowds thanks to her remarkable sexy gyrations while she was being fucked.

Rita wore her gleaming black hair in bangs over her eyebrows, and pulled back into a high-mounted ponytail. She boasted a fit figure, full breasts and the most striking moves with her hips that made her groin a showplace of sexual pulchritude. She had developed the remarkable ability and control of her groin muscles to cause her flared vagina lips to spread and close as if applauding.

She came onto the stage naked and en pointe, wearing ballet slippers that allowed the gorgeous nude to walk up on her tiptoes like a ballerina, her long lashes peeking under her black bangs. As was expected, cocks came out, and she dropped to her knees, spreading them and raising her rotated groin to fully display her outstanding lip-clapping cunt.

“This cunt has the clap!” the manager said, stepping up onto the stage. He looked particularly tough, in tight jeans, sneakers and a cream-colored t-shirt with holes spread by the tightness of the thin garment covering stretched muscles, and revealing the extent of his impressive tattoos. He was also wearing his harness and holster, his weapon ready.

Rita smiled like a real pro at his repulsive comment, and raised her hips up higher, the muscles on top of her spread legs straining, and the veins standing up on her naked hips, tummy and inner thighs. She teasingly released a little squirt of piss as the lips of her cunt spread, and many more of the audience’s rising cocks were pulled out, and their owners vigorously stroked them in time to the heavy beat of the rock music.

She went back onto her shoulders and raised her hips so that her lower body was supported on her toes in the ballet shoes. When she had grasped her breasts in her hands, squeezing them so that the aureoles bulged and nipples jutted, Rita let go a golden stream of her urine, splashing it on the three closest masturbators in the audience.

All three immediately ejaculated, and they were promptly joined by most of the other cock pumpers. The manager reached down, grabbed her ponytail to lift her head, drew his pistol and, holding it for several seconds against her forehead, at last ended the naked beauty’s life with a bang.

With that simple deadly act, he let his customers know there was no limit to how far the club would go to ensure their fans always got their money’s worth in raw, brutal entertainment, sacrificing the lives of this imported special, and a couple of their gorgeous open cunt dancing stock per week. to stay at the head of the pack of progressive sex clubs on the notorious Carni Boulevard.

The club moved the older girls who had been there for several months to the head of the line for losing their lives to entertain the clients, and Marlee and Heather were getting nervous as their months of service there grew. They hated being whipped by cruel clients, particularly on their tender cunts, but it had become part of the scene, and they were locked into the scene, just because of a stupid dare.

Most girls were fertile, and either from the multiple baster insemination or from the power fucks by the big black studs they were soon impregnated. As the months passed their bellies grew, and they looked forward with terror at the prospect of competing in a whelping event.

Heather had stolen birth control and morning after pills when the kill and pregnancy for everybody policy announcement was made, risking that she would be thought to be barren, and as such would be at risk of a hanging or garrotting. It was a risk she thought worthwhile, as she was totally repulsed at the thought of being pregnant.

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Marlee’s number came up when she was eight months pregnant, and after the club’s dual gallows was wheeled out of its storage space beside the stage into place, she was placed on the marks where she’d be standing under one of the nooses, and the other girl, a pretty but stocky girl deemed to be too short for the business who was also in her last trimester of pregnancy, was placed to be standing under the other.

They tied their wrists together behind their backs, and the two beauties stood there, totally naked except for their spike heels, presented in front of the audience of excited males. This was how far the Manager was now willing to go at the Perfumed Pussy Club. They had determined that expending the lives of young women had become a reasonable cost of doing business, one their clients clearly favored.

The girls were slowly pulled up until the ropes were not only snug but bearing some of their weight, and they were forced to stand on tiptoe. Marlee was tall at 5’11”, and the short girl was just 5’1”. The ten inch difference in height was exaggerated as they stood there naked, their huge bellies and full tits bulging, their slender necks stretched.

The two black studs came onto the stage, both nude with their cleanly shaved cocks and balls on full display, carrying buggy whips. The handers stood back to make room for the muscular black studs to began work on the nude women with the whips, lashing their strung up bodies and stretched bellies with all their might.

It took a surprisingly short time for both induced girls to respond to the whips and drop a spray of their water as their bags broke, and both went into obvious labor. This did not impede the painful lashes of the whips that if anything intensified in power to induce them to begin the process of moving their sprogs down.

The head of the smaller girl’s sprog spread her cunt-lips first, and at that point her rope was pulled, lifting her so that her feet swung free. With her infant working it’s way out of her womb, her legs kicked more widely and wildly than was usual with a hanging nude woman.

The action next to her seemed to affect Marlee as much as the whipping did, and she felt her infant start to drop. The water from the burst bag gushed out of her cunt onto her legs, and she felt the sprog in her gonads continue its move downward. She bucked her hips in an attempt to aid its movement, and met with some success.

This was not a good thing, as when her cunt spread wide to accommodate the infant’s departure, Marlee felt the noose tighten around her neck and take her weight, so that her heels no longer reached the floor. The knot was well placed, and she was still able to breathe.

Suddenly Marlee realized something was desperately wrong. That was not a head in her cunt, but a pair of folded legs. She was having a breach birth! As a nurse, she knew all about this. The baby was coming out the wrong way, and she was aware these births usually went badly. The child was likely to get its neck wrapped in the umbilical, and strangle to death before it was able to take its first breath.

She too was now kicking wildly, and although she could see the other girl, she had no interest in how the short, younger bitch was doing. The sprog squirming out of her cunt was now emerged to its hips, and she rotated her own hips and raised them enough to see down between her spread knees the wide-spread legs of her sprog, now displaying to the audience its puffy little cuntlet.

Her female offspring slid slightly further out, and she felt her head spinning from lack of oxygen and her lungs burning sharply for lack of air. Heather felt her baby-spread cunt start to contract. Now she was squeezing the infant’s waist, so that it became locked in the grip of a shrinking and now kid-constipated cunt.

Marlee was able to see the short girl was now doing the same thing, gripping her emerging infant’s waist. Because she had gone up first, the stocky short girl was further along in her own strangulation, and was losing energy in her frantic dance. The tell-tale sign that she was now fading was that she began to piss a spray out as she swung by her neck.

It was clear to Marlee she was not achieving anything with her wide desperate kicking beyond entertaining the passionately cheering audience, and besides, she didn’t have the energy to continue. Fuck them. If they wanted to watch a cunt die, she was ready to go, regardless of failing to produce her waist-cinched infant.

She felt relief in her bladder as her own cunt produced an involuntary stream of urine, and with an herculean effort, she raised her spread legs to produce a slowly emerging long firm stool. This was the exception to the shit reflex, being entirely controlled and purposeful. She was done, and had completed her life purpose in entertaining a mob of appreciative men with her spectacular final move, with a half emerged sprog lodged in her spread cunt.

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In all the time since the rules had changed and the clear plastic turkey basters introduced, Heather had managed to maintain her slim figure, and was one of only two of the original twenty to do so. All the new girls brought in had been slender, and with the regular stud-fucks and turkey baster insemination, one by one they began to grow bellies.

Heather had become a wonderful cheat. She had collected all the birth control pills and morning after pills she could get her hands on, and stashed them in a bag taped to the under-side of the sparsely furnished dormitory room’s coffee table. Cleaning was minimal, and it was never discovered.

Nobody ever mentioned that she had not become pregnant like the others, although it was impossible to not notice. After every insemination, many times per night, she thought only of that bag, and getting at the contents. They served her well, and after all of those copulations with the studs and cum-loaded turkey baster intrusions into her cunt and cervix, she remained slender.

Heather was called into the manager’s office a few days after her friend Marlee’s killing and told she had been selected to help introduce an exciting and innovative new act. It featured a special new device the club had bought in Poland. He told her it would be a final test of this innovative new appliance, a test of it he called a rehearsal or run-through.

“We just need to check it out,” he said as they sat in his office. It was unusual for an open cunt dancer to be invited to have a private meeting with the manager, and Heather felt privileged.

“We need to see how well it works in front of a live audience, so we’ll need a woman to be in it to show us how well it works, and how enthusiastic our clients will be to enjoy it.”

“I’m honored to be invited to demonstrate the new device,” she said, “What is it intended to do?”

“As you well know, we’ve maintained our position as the best and most outrageous club on Carnal Boulevard, and that’s been achieved by making the most of our terrific large staff of open cunt dancers. What keeps us in front is our willingness to use our ladies on the gallows, garrotte and now with this new and exciting impaling machine.

“We’re not ready to introduce it in full use yet, but we think it’s important to do a public run-through to let people know what’s coming, and how beautiful the machine is. We need it to be flawless and ready for the public before we put a woman on it to do full impalement.”

“My goodness,” Heather said, “That sounds particularly harsh, but I guess if you’re hanging and strangling a couple of girls every weekend anyway, this shouldn’t be too bad. Like there’s only a three percent chance we’ll get picked to hang or for impalement, with all the girls we have dancing here now. Thank you for inviting me to demonstrate it to customers by taking part in a public run-through.”

“You’re a good model and valued open cunt dancer, Heather, and I want you to feel very appreciated here. By the way, the machine can be used in either portal, and I don’t want you to embarrass yourself, so you’ll want to flush your colon before the trial.

“It starts in an hour, so you might want to flush your guts with an enema now, so you won’t embarrass yourself or the Club. I don’t think you know the last thing your friend Marlee did on her way out was shit in front of everyone. This is not a fucking scat club!

“It might be a good idea to drink a quart of warm soapy water too, and then vomit, to clear your stomach as well. Ladies these days move food down their digestive track quite quickly into their colon. We can’t be too cautions, can we.”

Heather got up, left his office.

She went directly to the performers’ clean-up room with showers, makeup and supplies so she could do as the manager had suggested. Everyone knew that a suggestion from the manager was a command, as well as the severe cost of not obeying it.

To feel ready, Heather sprayed the club’s female spray up into her vagina, and then as an afterthought put the nozzle to her rectum and released a spray into her colon. She had no details on what was going to happen, but it was better to be safe than sorry, and she’d been instructed to clean out her stomach and the tubing of her lower intestine. She hoped nobody was going to lick her anus.

Her handler came to get her. She strapped on her spike heels and he took her to the club’s main showroom. She could see from the stage wings there was an audience seated, and there was standing room only. Three young open cunt dancers were at work warming the audience up gyrating their hips, thrusting their pelvis and pulling open their sex-swelled vaginas with their fingers.

She gasped when she saw what was set in place on stage. There, ready to go, was a large horizontal impaling machine, designed to fully skewer living human beings. She could not imagine anything so horrific, but there it was, in place and ready for use. She couldn’t guess why it would need someone on it for a test. Well, it was the Mob’s money.

Her handler assured her this was just a test, and everything was all right. She had been assigned to his group since she arrived at the Perfumed Pussy Club, and found that he was trustworthy. Otherwise she would have been very nervous about demonstrating this heinous contraption.

At one end of the imposing device was a large three inch wide steel band that she supposed was to hold the neck of the woman to be impaled, and below and just beyond it an adjustable small platform placed so that it could support the woman’s chin at the desired angle.

At the other end was a round electrical machine she recognized must be the motor, and through it ran a very long two inch thick shiny shaft. This was the business part of the machine, as that pole would run through the woman attached to the mechanism to get herself run through.

Holy fucking shit, she thought, this is not a rehearsal, or a run-through, they’re really going to run me through! This is going to be the first fucking impalement show! She was going to introduce the machine to the audience by getting herself impaled on it, alive and feeling every part of it. Fucking shit!

“We’re just going to show the customers how this works,” he said in a reassuring tone as she walked with him onto the stage, to the enthusiastic applause of the audience.

He got her to climb onto it, lying on her tummy along a slender tube-like shaft. She would never have done so without coercion, but at a Mob-run operation there was never the option to resist.

She felt an itching in her clit and moisture gathering between her cunt-lips. Damn her fucking cunt! It always got excited with high-risk situations. Regardless how this unfolded, even if she survived it, she was going to experience in public another explosive orgasm, and couldn’t do anything about it.

There was an ominous slit in the shaft running its length. What was that for, she wondered as she quivered in terror. Below the broad split shaft running the length of the machine were, in the middle, metal plates angled downward leading to a pair of large stainless-steel pans.

Her mind took her in the worst possible direction, and she assumed somehow the pans were to collect the viscera of the impaled woman.

“Holy fuck,” she thought — the poles have designed this machine to not only impale but at the same time to eviscerate the woman put on it. That’s fucking me! — Her clit quivered, uncontrolled by her reality.

Her handler lifted Heather’s long hair, and closed the steel clamp over her slender neck, adjusting it so that it held her firmly in place. He then adjusted the height and angle of the little platform that came under her chin so that her head was held in the proper position.

Everything had to be right to get her neck positioned so the post would move through it at the right angle to exit through her open mouth. Heather was, after all, a qualified graduate nurse, and although that had never been taught, she had some idea what a correct impalement should look like.

Impaling women was not part of the curriculum she had studied in nursing school, but she knew a lot about anatomy, and how things like this would have to work. She thought they would have to change the name of the Club to something more suitable, now that the Mafia had moved into the business of impaling beautiful young women for entertainment.

Heather couldn’t believe that this was how far the strip club business had sunk, and with the Perfumed Pussy Club leading the way into the most degenerate kind of sexual entertainment, here she was, about to initiate a new bitch-killing machine with a complete demonstration!

Her ankles were cuffed, and spread to be attached to hooks on the base of the device to hold her legs at the appropriate angle to spread her buttocks and hold her hips firmly against the steel shaft on which she lay. Her body heat was warming the steel, so that it no longer felt cold pressed along her belly with that grove running the length of it, and pressing up between her large obscenely dangling breasts.

Her wrists were also cuffed, and attached to more hooks, just to keep her arms out of the way. Nothing should interfere with the audience’s clear view and enjoyment of her being killed for their pleasure. She couldn’t believe she had chosen this over being a nurse to provide care for the ill.

As she’d heard so often before, life was a fucking bitch! Now she was the bitch, and being fucked in a way nobody should ever be. She felt the hum of the electric motor behind her spread groin and then felt the rounded tip of the shaft slide into the hollow between her spread buttocks.

The tip found the tight bulging ring of her rectum, and with a steady pressure and humming of the motor, causing a slight vibration of the shaft on which Heather lay, it began to spread her anus wide and enter her. At least her handler had the consideration to use a wet lubricant on the shaft. It was likely KY Jelly or something like it.

Because she had thoroughly cleaned herself, the stout steel lubricated pole slid easily and unobstructed up into her empty colon. She was surprised as the pole reversed and pulled half way out before moving again into her, then reversing once more. This was so obscene! Her handler was giving her a steel dildo ass fuck!

She started to move her hips counter to the movement of the shaft, to assist in the anal mechanical copulation. She was just getting in rhythm when the shaft did not withdraw, but instead continued to move inward. With a sudden pain she knew it had burst through out of her intestine into her pack of guts and internal organs.

As soon as it had entered her internal cavity the stout steel shaft stopped its progress. A sudden sharp pain just above her bare pubic mound replaced the feeling of the rigid steel shaft inside her. The slot running the length of the wide shaft she lay upon housed a blade, and it’s sharp point was being thrust into her lower tummy!

The pain persisted but changed in nature as the blade began to move up toward her navel, ripping her tummy open as it’s slow progress continued. “Mother of God!” she thought, “This evil fucking machine is gutting me alive!” What the fuck were the Polish inventors thinking?

She was aware a machine could not have evil intent, only its makers and operators had such capability, and these certainly had, but this was not for her a rational time. She felt as if she were in a combination butcher shop/slaughterhouse. She was no better than a pig or a steer becoming meat.

As the blade sliced across her navel and continue to rip her upward toward her sternum, her living bacon began to spread, allowing her viscera to evacuate her shapely body and slide down across vertically sloped metal plates into a pair of tubs placed for convenient collection of freed female entrails.

Heather involuntarily contributed hers, evacuating her torso of intestines and a couple of organs. All of her vital internal parts were still connected and functioning as they should, allowing her to experience the hell she was now experiencing, thanks to the degeneracy of the Polish designers and builders, and her fucking Mafia employers.

The increase in volume of the motor behind her told Heather the shaft resumed its progress through her. She could feel it poke its rounded point against her diaphragm, the dense membrane used to draw air into her lungs. She could feel the tapered steel slip into the passage that allowed her gullet to pass food into her stomach.

The mindless shaft continued its upward movement, sliding into her gullet and filling it completely. The result of occupying her gullet, she realized with shock, was that it would block off her bronchial tubes, the passages that admitted air into her lungs. She was going to die of suffocation!

Heather could feel the moisture of her swollen cunt, and was surprised to feel a tingling in her clit that was unmistakable: she was beginning an orgasm! How could this be? She was about to die a terrifying public death, for the entertainment of a crowd of cheering, masturbating strangers, and she was getting off on it.

The shaft now moved more quickly, so that it would not kill her by suffocation before she got to experience and see the shaft emerge through her spread mouth. It scraped against her teeth as it slid across her tongue and then out it came, precisely as trained nurse she knew it would.

As ugly as the truth was, she was now nothing but a bitch-ka-bab, a sex-crazed woman heaving on the rigid impaling shaft in the throes of total orgasm. Pain seared her oxygen-starved lungs as they struggled but failed to draw in air, and still she came like a lynx in heat.

Heather’s eyes bulged; she shot out a stream of urine over the impaling appliance’s motor; and in that moment the girl who had volunteered for a run-through sagged in death. The gorgeous and vivacious open cunt dancer looked spectacular mounted horizontally on the impaling shaft in front of the cheering audience, her large full breasts dangling erotically.

The new exciting cunt-killing feature at the Perfumed Pussy Club was proving to be a stunning success, and the manager realized he would have to find a new name to do justice to the most forward-thinking club on Carni Boulevard, in order to attract even more customers.

Perhaps adding a large open barbecue, and opening a dining room featuring unusual cuts of (what should he call it, maybe sow, or perhaps venison?) would attract a whole new range of clientele. It was time somebody added some class to this sleazy strip, where carnal excess was the theme anyway. Why the fuck not?

THE END