KARINA ON THE GORE FLOOR by Regis

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Feature Writer: Regis

Feature Title: Karina On The Gore Floor

Published: 05.10.2023

Story Codes: Erotic Horror, Gore, Snuff, WS, Scat, Abuse, Young, Torture

Synopsis: Karina discovers the secrets of the Gore Floor

Karina On The Gore Floor

NEAR THE BEGINNING

The beautiful young prostitute quivered as she provocatively stripped out of her clothing. The professional young cunt should be nervous, Karina thought, but she doesn’t know what’s coming. She had seen the needle tracks along the vein in the crook of the sixteen-year-old whore’s arm and thought the gentle trembling she observed might be more about the slender shapely girl needing a fix than from fear.

It was warm in the deserted warehouse, because the old building was not air-conditioned, and it was as hot inside as out. The pretty girl was definitely not cold because of her nudity. The gathering was a select group of Houston’s top businessmen, their wives, and their executive gorgeous young assistants (an elevated term for private secretary).

There were also a few senior executives who were new. They had been invited to witness the event, as they were people who, because they were insiders and onside, were considered trustworthy enough to join in the group’s evening of fun. They all stood in a circle in the back of the warehouse, forming a ring around the naked young girl.

She wore only her five-inch spike-heeled string sandals on her slender stocking-free bare feet. Her legs were smooth and sleek, and at sixteen, too near perfect to mask with the fabric of nylon stockings or pantyhose. She was a true professional, and despite the beautiful, delectable youth’s life-consuming addiction to heroin, she was fit, in excellent shape, and very well-groomed.

Karina had recruited her, on instructions of her boss, and for her efforts had been provided a one thousand dollar bonus. For some of the monthly events, her boss took on part of the organizational duties and had Karina, as was the duty of any Executive Assistant, carry them out. He simply took the credit.

As his Executive Assistant, a job that brought her much more income and much more responsibility and accountability than an Executive Secretary, Karina was very good at getting things done exactly as her boss, the CEO and President of the Board of a major public relations firm, wished. She proved to be a perfect fit for the job in more ways than one.

This was the 22nd such event she had attended in the two years at her job, and she had quickly developed a taste for these monthly private events using attractive but inconsequential young people to, just for the thrill it, kill. She was surprised that what happened always brought her into a state of sexual arousal.

She was always ready for the quick ride by limousine to a luxury hotel where every month the group booked an entire floor for their salacious after-party. This arrangement provided the privacy necessary to conduct the most unrestricted bacchanal of sexual excess she could imagine. Karina had secured the perfect job!

The naked young woman smiled seductively at the people who stood around her. Her job, as she understood it, was to cater to their prurient interests, and as an experienced prostitute, doing gigs like this since she was twelve, she was very good at that. She had her hair up to make the most of her slender neck, and all other body hair had been completely removed.

Although she was unaware of it, her “agent”, an entrepreneur businessman who had chosen the life of a pimp, had sold her young life to the group, through Karina, for this little diversion, and the warehouse manager stood with her reward of the promised hypodermic filled with what was probably water. It was a promise that need never be honored.

The beautiful 16-year-old prostitute believed she was going to take part in a role-play strangling game, a demonstration, and if she performed well her pay would be supplemented with a stiff smack of heroin. Asphyxiation shows were not new to her, she had done such role-play often for people who paid well for the show, and this one gave her no reason for pause.

High-class call girls frequently were given risky assignments, and they became used to such unusual jobs. She was just a cheap whore who got lucky and had no say in what assignments her “agent”, an astute businessman who ran a string of two dozen young ladies, gave her. She had no reason to suspect he had sold her, not requiring her back, knowing but not wanting details on the lethal fate she likely faced.

Assignments were, for her, non-negotiable, and refusal meant going onto the street, where life expectancy was measured in weeks, maybe months, but not years. It was a direct route to either a knifing or the gutter. Neither was survivable. Girls like her invariably took the high-risk assignments.

She was in, not knowing that her business agent had been paid the relatively small sum of $1,500. for this group to take her off his string of pretty young whores. He could not be held complicit if he did not know what they were going to do with her. He knew only that the gorgeous young cunt was not coming back. This classy young cunt was dead meat.

She had been working for him since the age of twelve, and with four years of service using the drugs he gave her to control her, she had become high-maintenance, which was a regular occurrence in the trade. The businessman who had sold the teenager to Karina had bragged Corrie was the best-looking cunt on his string, and as he frequently said, the best fuck.

They all said that. Pimps were no better than used car salesmen. The one thing he knew for certain was that the young whore was not likely to be fucked tonight. Karina liked the look of the young prostitute and knew she would please the senior members of the group and the women who attended, most of them wives. That was all that ever counted.

The girl was a beauty now but would fade soon, because of her dependence on heroin, introduced to her by the businessman to gain total control over her, an addiction that had now advanced to the point it made her a liability, and too expensive to keep. This thrills club, a discrete group of wealthy businessmen with its frequent need for fresh completely disposable female talent, was the perfect solution.

Selling the pretty little cunt to them allowed the entrepreneur to cleanly and profitably dispose of an asset whose value was beginning to fade. Corrie grimaced as the noose was drawn down and placed over her head, coming to rest on her shoulders. This was nothing new to her, but she didn’t like it much.

The man in charge, dressed for effect in baggy black sweatpants with a significant bulge in front and sporting a substantial bare belly that hung over the drawstring, and wearing a black hood that covered his large head and neck, giving him the unmistakable look of an executioner, lifted and tightened the noose so that the knot sat in the hollow behind her jaw beneath her right ear. Here it would not cut off blood supply to the brain too early.

Without pause, he grasped the end of the stout rope hanging from the overhead pulley and drew up the slack. He changed his position so that he would not block anyone’s view, and drew her up so that she was forced to stand on her tiptoes. As he held her, his assistant bound her wrists behind her back.

“Anyone care to verify her physical assets?” the hangman asked, and although most of the men showed restraint, several of the women, including Karina, stepped forward to fondle Corrie’s substantial breasts and examine the warm moist interior of her clean-shaved vagina, and a few also examined the interior through her tight anus.

In her years as a professional cock holster, the girl had developed remarkable control of the muscles around her genitals and was able to welcome each finger with a squeezing motion appreciated by her molesters. The warm moist interior of her cunt gripping their fingers as they moved proved to be very exciting for those who performed the asset check.

Those of the observers who inserted a finger full length into her rectum smiled with approval to see she had not been flushed there. With her colon full she would be certain to make a substantial deposit of warm feces on the floor just before her expiry. When withdrawn the invading finger was wiped on her tight tummy and firm round buttocks for cleaning.

There were moist napkins available for them to cleanse their fingers, and they took advantage of them. The worldly young woman was past being embarrassed by such shocking treatment by the people examining her. Corrie remembered being greatly upset when that had happened at the age of twelve. Now it was commonplace to be grasped and probed, everywhere.

Twelve was the age when the youngster was new to the world of prostitution, when she thought her personal waste was filth and was not for sharing in such an obscene way, but at this stage of her life, such brash treatment and total disrespect for her as a person was not only fully accepted but was also perfectly normal.

At the age of sixteen, she had developed a worldly and practical attitude toward her work. She had willingly given up her sense of person for the all-consuming role of sex object, a function that relieved her of the need to have feelings, in order to be paid for making public her sexual talents and physical qualities.

The remnants of any sense of personal feelings and modesty were suppressed by her drug habit. It was their money, and whatever turned them on was okay by her, as long as she got paid and a fix for her inconvenience. This was the reality of life as she knew it, and any modesty was not worth worrying about.

At last, the circle was reformed, and the assistant freed Corrie’s wrists. Without ceremony, the hangman applied his considerable strength to lift the beautiful teen by the tight noose around her neck until her spike heels were three feet above the floor. Her reaction was completely predictable.

Her legs kicked, and her arms went up to try to grasp the rope around her slender and seductively stretching neck. Corrie was able only to obtain squeaky little gasps of air, and her face began to redden. Her lips spoke, pleading, but no sound issued from them. She was used to this distress but didn’t at all like it.

The pretty young whore’s erotic dance increased in amplitude, her kicking, twisting, and grasping became more urgent as her beautifully and desperately pleading face swelled and shifted from red to purple. She had begun the kicking to put on a real show, but now a sense of desperation took over, as it always did.

The realization was coming to her that the intention of these people was to really hang her, and she was not ever coming back to the floor alive. The violent desperate kicking of her legs soon removed both of her shoes and now she was totally naked, her open cunt gaping as her mouth gasped for air.

Even minor movements caused the noose around her slender neck to tighten its strangling grip. Her eyes bulged, as did her rectum, and she began ejection of a firm stout stool that slowly extruded from her distended sphincter. Her production of shit was somewhat premature. Most girls didn’t actually evacuate until their rectum relaxed in death.

The teen’s swelling tongue wagged between her equally swelling lips, and as her gums began to bleed a trickle of bright red blood escaped the corner of her mouth and pooled slightly at the knot on the tight rope, which pressed on her carotid artery, then spilled over the rope to wander down her neck, paused at her bulging collar bone, then ran unobstructed between her breasts and across the tight 6-pack of her abs, missing her navel by less than an inch.

The audience for whom she was performing stood silent, quietly appreciating every nuance of her useless struggle, and during a brief lull in the action Karina glanced quickly around the circle and saw the noticeable bulges in the men’s business suits. She was a woman who appreciated what she could only imagine.

In her mind’s eye, she saw the increased pulsing and surging at the base of a penis that signaled imminent ejaculation, and imagined what it must be like to expel warm thick liquid without the physical stimulation of sexual contact. Only men could ever know that pleasure.

Although all of the suits were dark, she could see on at least three of them the darkness of smegma stains, and by the time the girl ceased her struggles, which was imminent, they would all have fully ejaculated in their suits. It was how things went at these parties and was expected.

She loved the spreading aroma of freshly spilled semen on the pants of fully dressed gentlemen almost as much as the rush of observing the kills at these lovely monthly snuff parties. Men were not able to disguise their sexual excitement, or the fact that they were spilling their load of semen, even when it was while dressed.

The sixteen-year-old’s kicking and squirming suddenly became much more violent, more desperate, and was accompanied by a liberal gleaming spray of amber urine from the teen’s hairless gaping vagina. People stood back as she swung, pissing a spray of urine all around her.

And then, just as quickly, the forceful activity receded in intensity, and within seconds the teen girl hung quite silent, with only her fingers and toes briefly twitching. When that telling twitching movement of her extremities and some other minor body tremors ceased, the pretty young quietly swinging teen girl’s anus sent out a single slender rope of shit, and was then certifiably dead.

There was a brief burst of polite applause; more would have been unreasonable, as the young woman, a pretty low-life whore who had entertained them with her creative dance leading to and speeding her inevitable death, was unable to appreciate their recognition of her supreme sacrifice.

She would be disposed of cleanly, with no record of her death or where she had died. Her limp nude body would slip quietly into a concrete pour at a major construction site, and the resulting weakness in the structure, although not entirely consistent with the supervising engineer’s stringent requirements, would be insignificant.

As the brief applause died down, the people turned to board the waiting limousines. There was now more interesting business to conduct, with direct participation of the entire group, excited and sexually stimulated by the pretty young woman’s well-arranged timely demise.

From the perspective of the well-to-do audience, it had been, as expected, a delightful show, and could not be considered to be a group murder. The young prostitute’s entertaining death had brought them to the point of stimulated arousal, and now they were ready to party!

Karina had the usual preparation for the bacchanal. This was the name they gave to the party of sexual excesses that followed the delightful execution of the pretty young prostitute. Karina and the other executive assistants who were invited to join in excesses of the evening were all of them voluptuous and remarkably beautiful.

These enticing young businesswomen had been hired by their jaded employers not only for their abilities at the office but also to play a definite role in the highly structured orgy that followed. They were neither Club members nor wives. They were invited guests, and hired for their personal relationship with their powerful employers.

These were rich men who were Club members, and the ladies were to experience extended duties far beyond the norm for executive assistants. After the entertainment killing of a beautiful young prostitute, always in some unique fashion, they became for the rest of the evening little more than concubines.

Their psychological profiles, taken before their employment, showed them to have clear sadomasochistic tendencies. They were extensively tested in small steps to demonstrate their enjoyment of observing sadistic behaviors, and to determine their willingness to totally subvert their egos and subjugate themselves to the will of their masters.

Care was taken in their programmed development to ensure they derived sexual pleasure from being dominated and from serving the will of others rather than their own desires. The group of gorgeous young executive assistants had been required to attend special classes.

In these, they were taught the dance skills of Belly Dancers, the fornication skills of Geisha Girls, and the extreme body contortions of Turkish Delights. These well-educated ladies were given lessons in erotic movement from high-class strippers, in clitoris enlargement, and in show masturbation by top madams and call girls.

Each learned to become in her own way nothing more than a sex object, to do the bidding of her employer and to satisfy either his raging lust or his slightest whim. For the monthly evening it was often either a Roman or a Spartan theme, and the young women, all executive assistants to members of the Club and regular guests at the monthly executions and evening of sexual excess that followed, were prepared as vivacious prostitutes of a long-gone era.

After the early evening’s entertainment execution, they spent an hour having their hair done up in a special manner with beautifully scented flowers woven into their braids and shiny tight curls. It was important they appear perfect for the role of concubine, and all of them knew how to pull that off.

Makeup was liberally applied to their faces, nipples, and cleanly shaved genitalia; even their rectums were decorated with lipstick, each with her own distinctive color, to mark the bass of the penis of each man that mounted her. The first Member to collect at the base of his penis a full collection of color would win a bottle of champagne, which he would forcefully bury, usually wide end first, in the womb of the wife of his choice.

The members of the group were all equals, and their wives, at most half the age of their husbands, were equally vulnerable to some form of humiliation and discomfort. This party was designed and organized for the men, not the women. This was a part of the price of the choice these ladies had made in choosing to become wives to an enormously wealthy and powerful man.

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Unlike most members, Karina’s boss allowed her the luxury of sleeping in after a late night of debauchery. She was not expected at the office until 8:00 a.m. unless there were special circumstances. Karina had been hired not only because of her exceptional beauty but also because of her well-developed organizational skills, in addition to her willingness to participate in covert activities well beyond her corporate duties.

Karina was a player and loved the excesses her job permitted for her. She knew her place, and at the orgy was required to allow wives of the Club members to have their way with her, inserting adapted nasty dildos too deeply into her, to play rough, and to master her in any way they desired.

The artificial penises they used at the Bacchanals were at least two and a half inches thick, a foot long, and most had rubber spikes an inch long to painfully titillate the tissue lining the vagina walls. They brought both pain and pleasure to the women who took the nefarious sex-toy objects into themselves.

Two of the wives brought along a set of specially altered dildos with a four-inch-long pencil-thick extension on the end that poked at the cervix, and with pressure would open that dimple at the end of the fuck canal and enter into the uterus, providing their husbands’ concubines with a particularly painful deep internal fuck of their innermost gonads.

The wives were only permitted to use their degenerate toys in the vagina of the concubines, with the colon reserved for the use of the men. That kind of treatment was well-covered in the special contract all of the executive assistants were required to sign, for which these women were handsomely paid.

Their company provided each with a luxury apartment within easy walking distance of the headquarters so that she could be available on very short notice to attend to their varied, usually demanding, and sometimes quite demeaning duties, which were almost always of a sexual nature.

For the bacchanal, these executive assistants were provided pastel and transparent gauze gowns that swept the floor but were slotted in critical places in order that a man could mount his choice bitch to copulate with her at length without removing her transparent garment.

The men never withdrew from a woman’s rectum (vaginas were solely for the women to play with) until he had ejaculated twice into her, and with a dozen concubines available, it often took several hours before a winner of the color-collecting competition at the base of their cocks was declared.

On occasion the winner, with the consent of the colleague whose wife he chose, would smash off the bottom of the champagne bottle before commencing the artificial bottle-fuck, making it a lethal experience for the screaming young wife, who quickly knew she was about to be replaced.

A young woman had little chance to survive the breaking of a large bottle while it was inserted in her vagina, and certainly not the removal of the long shards of broken glass. All of the young women who entered into a marriage contract with a wealthy industrialist fully understood it was a highly risky business.

For most of them, their future was likely to be brief. They did it for the experience of wealth and position, and most of them married for the thrill of the risk, and access to a luxurious lifestyle for the duration of the marriage. The end came for them in a harsh, and often violent way at these incredibly wild parties.

Only a couple of times a year was a wife killed; the other parties in which only a selected prostitute was killed were considered tame. Two killings in an evening were unusual, as the Club members seemed to be satiated with the one that preceded the evening’s sexual wrap-up festivities.

If for nothing but appearances, a wife was generally safe for at least two years, unless she proved to be a complete bimbo, as a few did. After that, she was at risk, and the longer a marriage lasted the less secure the position of the wife. Younger, highly attractive, and more malleable young ladies were preferable to their husbands and were easily obtained.

Karina was quite happy to be an executive assistant rather than a wife and knew how to keep her boss very happy. Before she had entered puberty she had fantasies of severe executions of people at beach parties, and as she became a teen the subjects to be executed in her fantasies were always young females.

When she was in grade eleven she was invited to a beach party thrown by graduating members of the football team, and they had collected a pretty young street whore who they gang raped for hours, then at 3:30 in the morning threw the naked young whore into the raging campfire.

The boys had used long poles to push her back in when the hysterically screaming young bitch tried to escape. Karina had kept her bikini on but had openly masturbated during the wild, exceptional violence, and her bikini bottom was soaking wet from her cumming repeatedly as the cunt died and her carcass burned.

Being a concubine for her boss had definite advantages. The killings she witnessed monthly fulfilled her wildest fantasies and left her wanting more. She continually wanted more; more exciting, more violent; more in every way. Once she was trusted, she got to attend the regular snuff parties and the sexual excesses that followed without fear for her life.

She exacerbated the outcome of the bacchanals by vigorously masturbating for days afterward, stimulated by the experience of watching the painful killing of an innocent young girl she had witnessed prior to the wild sex party. She got to be part of everything, thanks to the generosity of her boss.

She had worked for him for nearly two years and had witnessed twenty-two killings of young women, beauties ranging from very pretty to downright gorgeous at the monthly Club events. She had even attended a private dinner party with her boss and his wife, which she didn’t understand at the time was part of her preparation for the ‘extras’ of her job.

A slender and very pretty pre-pubescent twelve-year-old girl, one whose nude photographs had been posted to the internet since she was five years old and whose images were very well known to most of the people present, who had yet to develop breasts or body hair, was seduced, raped, beaten and then skillfully ripped and carefully gutted alive by a man for the entertainment of the dinner guests.

Karina guessed the man who did the kill had to be a surgeon, judging by his amazing skill in keeping her alive during her agonizing evisceration. She knew enough of anatomy to know how easy it would be for the girl to bleed out well before all of her intestines and organs had been removed.

Karina had been seated near the back of the dozen powerful people in attendance and had quietly slipped off to the powder room to violently vomit. She got that out of her system, knowing that because she had found it sexually stimulating, her reaction was from shock rather than disgust at what she had just witnessed.

In fact, she thought it was really cool to have that much control over another person. It was almost as if the young girl was just a plaything and not someone she or anyone in the room cared about. The child was just another female kid, and the world had far too many of them running loose.

She cleaned her mouth and brushed her teeth before returning, and although she didn’t smoke, joined the others in using lit cigarettes to burn her initials into the pretty little screaming strung-up gutted youth’s back. She didn’t want to miss out on any of the amazing perversions available to her.

This compassionless killing party went far past what she was used to, but Karina was one of the in-crowd, thanks to the open encouragement of her boss, that wonderfully insightful man, and she thoroughly enjoyed all of the extra-curricular privileges her amazing job brought her.

She couldn’t believe that modern-day people could be as cruel to another as she’d read about in books covering medieval times, and it was done in a way that fulfilled what she imagined in many of her grossly obscene fantasies and wondered breathlessly how much further people could go.Expansion

As always at this time of month, the day after a bacchanal, her rectum was sore from so much use. Karina arrived at work five minutes before nine with a noticeable hitch in her highly erotic walk. She straightened her nylons, removed the tiny G-string she wore under her silk tube dress, and primmed her hair.

She had made lots of progress since starting her job, and this skirt she wore was so short her bare buttocks rested on the plush leather of her three-hundred-and-twenty-year-old antique office chair. She wore no panties so that the spread lips of her vagina also kissed the leather. She crossed her legs seductively, awaiting the arrival of her boss.

She was total eye candy and knew that her remarkable beauty and grooming were important factors in earning and allowing her to keep this amazing job. The other factor was her interest in and willingness to participate in the monthly evenings of evil that began with the killing of a beautiful young woman, and the unbridled sex that followed.

Her anus was also spread by the pressure on her groin, and it also kissed the soft polished leather upholstery of her posh chair, absorbing the benefits of its cool touch to both sex portals. She was wearing her boss’s favorite perfume, one he had bought her when she had started working for him and replenished for her every month since.

At the party last evening he had been the first to collect lipstick on the base of his penis from the rectums of all the “party girls”, and had startled the assembly by picking his own wife to receive his prize of a champagne bottle in her womb. She had blanched but had obediently climbed onto the big oak table.

Lifting her skirt, she removed her panties and spread her gorgeous legs, taking whatever was required of her with a nervous smile. He did not break the bottle first, but nonetheless, this did not bode well for the beautiful young woman, who had been his wife for nearly six years.

She had been just fourteen when he married her, fresh out of junior high, with no life experience, readily falling into the pattern he required. Now at twenty, her imminent demotion to sex meat, to die for the amusement of the group, meant little to the uneducated bitch, as this bizarre development in no way affected her relationship with her husband, the powerful industrialist.

Kariina always flushed her colon with warm soapy water before she came to work, knowing her boss would likely have her bend over his desk to take her marching orders for the day while he stood behind her giving her an amazing power-fuck in her colon. She knew he preferred her and their relationship to that of his pretty young wife.

If he was delivering a painful message to the young woman currently serving as his wife, as clearly he was, so be it. It would be refreshing to see a new younger woman take her place, and might contribute some additional interest to see her being educated about what was involved in joining the stinking wealthy.

Her boss arrived at his office at five past nine, and was in the company of 4 other men, all of them members of the Club, which was unusual. He did not invite her to attend the meeting they held but called her in twice to have her do some instant research that had nothing to do with the running of the business.

Something was up, and it caught her interest. The level of excitement in the boardroom was tangible and infectious. Karina searched for clues in the tasks she was assigned, but what her boss asked of her was not revealing of their intentions. She was just asked to discover warehouses for sale or rent in the county.

For each she found, once it was recognized by the group as viable for whatever they planned, she was instructed to produce a list of every other building and business in the surrounding area. As well, she was to produce a list of owners of each business and building identified.

Karina immediately put her two assistants to work, and as their results began to come in, she personally checked on each one, obtaining all the specifications her boss had required, and built a file for each of half a dozen suitable locations. She then added the surrounding buildings and businesses to the folders.

When the list was complete three hours later, she presented them to her boss, the owner and CEO of the company, noting the other men had departed. He ordered in lunch for the two of them, and when it arrived, they sat on the couches on either side of his office coffee table, and he shared with her what was planned.

“How do you like our little Club’s private evenings each month?” he asked.

“They’re fabulous and very exciting!” she responded with her usual sincere enthusiasm, “I hope you’re not planning on stopping them! I loved last weekend’s hanging, but my favorite was the impaling of that naked young woman a couple of months ago! God, she looked incredible riding that slender steel pole that went right through her!”

“Watching the entertainment death of a healthy young woman doesn’t bother you at all, does it,” he observed.

“Not if they’re strangers. I don’t know any of the women, and I think it’s very sexy the way they have to strip and be humiliated and terrified before they are killed! I think you’ve noticed that while they struggle, I actually get off on it! In fact, I’d probably have the same reaction if it were my best friend being done.”

“Good,” he said, “We’re planning on escalating the scale and nature of our parties, and I want to know if you would be interested in a more, let me say, aggressive form of extreme entertainment. Our little Club has brought the end to the lives of young ladies to entertain ourselves with their unusual demise for more than a decade, and it has been very satisfying.

“Now we want to upscale the women we feature, moving past the cheap young whores we’ve been killing to more sophisticated, educated women of standing, and we wish to go much further; what we’re thinking is we want them to reveal their inner selves, in a manner of speaking.”

“I love watching girls sharing their gleaming tripe!” she responded.

“I think you’re aware we are not the only such group in Houston. There are a few other groups we’ve discovered doing similar things, and all of us want to expand our thinking. We are prepared to merge, to be able to accomplish much more, and in fact have engaged groups in Dallas-Fort Worth and Austin, making us virtually Statewide.

“We will, of course, base our operations here in Houston. This expansion will give us the resources to increase the scope and scale of our enterprise, as well as considerably more investment, but will also require full commitment by all participants. Once we get started, nobody can back out.”

“I can’t imagine anyone wanting to leave if it’s nearly as exciting as you say!”

“Our plan is to move from pretty young scum, little more than the street whores we’ve been killing to date, to educated, capable professional women. We also want to upscale how the ladies give up their lives. By pooling our assets, we have brought together several groups with similar interests throughout the State, to make this entirely affordable.

“We have agreed on a new direction, in which we will partition gorgeous ladies while they are still alive, dismember some, and eviscerate others, taking things to the next natural level. Since we are killing them anyway, taking voluptuous nudes apart while they are still alive will make it much more interesting and engaging for the audience.”

Karina flushed. ‘God, this is outrageous!’ she thought, ‘I’m either going to orgasm or pee myself, right here!’ She controlled her bladder, but with a rising knot of excitement in her gut felt an orgasm stirring in her groin. Her boss was proving to be much more interesting than she thought.

“We won’t be done with our ladies until they are reduced to chunks of dead meat,” her boss continued, “And wouldn’t it be interesting to take a look at some of that raw meat while they’re still screaming? We are planning to significantly upscale our monthly entertainment in a very specific way.

“The new events will be theater-style. Or, more accurately, we will put the ladies into a pit surrounded by comfortable seating rather than onto a stage. That way the audience will be looking down on them as they perform. We had a debate on what to call it, and after reviewing several wonderful suggestions, we decided it would become the gore pit.

“We will enlarge the Club, and with it, we will increase both the quality and the number of ladies involved in each exciting evening of violent entertainment. We know killing bitches is entertaining, and have discussed how we can make their brutal demise much more interesting and have determined we want them to be opened up to reveal their inner secrets.

“The Gore Pit is the perfect name for our new presentation facility, where we can entertainingly convert classy nude ladies to raw butchered meat for our entertainment. We’ll get them to reveal their inner selves, so to speak, by having them show us their intestines and organs while alive, spilling their gore, being completely disemboweled.

“Our interests are developing, and we need, in order to succeed, to develop the interests of our faithful employees, such as you. To date with what we have achieved, we have taken special care, and covered our tracks perfectly, with a good number of specially devised kills, and because of that, no one can harm us.

“At this point, should you choose, you could walk away and neither you nor we would be any the worse for it. You would have to, of course, give up your job here, but you are a bright and very attractive young woman, and you should have no difficulty in relocating. If you need it, I’ll provide you with a sterling reference.

“However, I would prefer that you continue, but with this warning: from this point forward, it is a one-way road for all of us, I’m afraid. There will be no turning back. Ever. Security must be absolute, and nobody can be allowed out once they have joined. It would be far too risky for those of us who choose to continue.

“In this regard, we are taking on a basic element of a motorcycle club. Nobody leaves, at least standing up,” he chuckled at his little joke, “I’m confident this new direction will interest you. I will need your answer now, as we are going into rapid development of a long-conceived format, and have already completed many of the necessary advance preparations.

“We have given our enlarged state-wide organization the name MaxTreme Diversions, and as I’ve mentioned, the arena pit where our diversion entertainments will all take place is the Gore Pit. I find it is a perfectly descriptive name. In fact, it leaves little to the imagination, does it?”

Again Karina blanched. This was so extreme she felt chills thinking about the possibilities. Seldom in the events to date had any of the victims shed any blood. Now he was talking about them spilling their guts and gore! Disembowelment of naked gorgeous young women of standing. This was totally excessive! Radically Extreme!

She felt inadvertent moisture developing in her groin, and realized she was about to cum! Her boss’s description had brought her uncontrollable sexual stimulation. A lot of it.

Her boss continued, “Everything will be similar to what you have experienced, but on a much larger scale, and going much farther. The performances you have witnessed have been relatively humane, with the exception of the required intentional pain and suffering, but now we will introduce more violence and cruelty put upon our ladies in extreme measure.

“The internal working of the female interior will no longer be a mystery. You will be amazed at what will be revealed as beautiful muscle, bone, and bits of fat, arranged as a voluptuous woman, that will be transformed into meat. Gorgeous and charming young ladies will contribute their luscious meat and viscera for our amusement.

“Based on your reaction to the killing of the young girl on the dining room table, I am confident you have ever since been growing an appetite for much more than you have seen up to now. Would it be reasonable to expect to have your willing and eager participation?”

“Count me in!” Karina said without hesitation.
Her face flushed in anticipation of what she might be getting herself into, and what she might observe. Witnessing girls being slashed apart and their tummies opened was so outrageous she found it incredibly exciting. She had no thoughts of turning back from this exciting job and its amazing side benefits.

Karina had fully committed to excessive and lethal forms of adult entertainment when she had joined that shocking sex party two years ago at which a large-breasted athletic woman was put naked into a huge thick plastic bag, and the air was gradually vacuumed out of it.

The machine continued to suck on the air until the bag tightly wrapped the woman’s nude form, so that she slowly suffocated until, after squirming and writhing in agony, restrained by the thick clear plastic of the large bag, the gorgeous nude creature quivered one last time, sprayed out a stream of urine and produced a firm shit log, as the naked shrink-wrapped cunt erotically died.

SHARING WITH PURPOSE

As they enjoyed their lunch of pheasant and asparagus tips with brandied mashed potatoes, crème Brule, and champagne, her employer continued to confide in his trusted assistant what his group, the Club, had in mind. His descriptions continued to cause her groin-quivering thrills.

“Any student of history and human nature knows that man is primarily a warrior,” he said, “and it is in our nature to kill. It is completely natural for mankind to find satisfaction in a creative kill, particularly if it is of a sexual nature, and the victim is a beautiful naked woman.

“The constraints to that natural inclination are entirely artificial and learned, and can just as easily be unlearned. As you have often experienced, rejecting those restraints and enjoying the resulting freedom is what brings us pleasure. Highly advanced sexual pleasure,

“The most advanced groups in any society have been the warriors, and we also know just by watching and reading the news, that the preferred method of advancing national interests is to subjugate neighbors, and to end their misery with rockets, machine guns, bombs, or on a more personal level, a judiciously applied blade.

“Ethnic cleansing and capital punishment are both examples of satisfying killing. Just as important is the increasingly popular underground gambling sports clubs in which fights allowed to continue to the death of one, by shameless men and women, frequently naked, are the nightly fare.

“For many of us, equally entertaining is the same kind of event, but these featuring aggressive and naked little girls and boys, who are quite cruel in their ways of putting their opponent out of his or her misery, with a masturbating crowd cheering them on. These are all excellent examples to prove my point.

“Our aim is to bring light to the dark side of human nature. To be more specific, we plan to explore our own dark nature and experience the depths of our own sexual degeneracy. Some discrete inquiries at the highest levels have shown us there are several other groups such as ours with similar interests.

“Some of these have been operating for years with events such as those we’ve been staging, performing regularly scheduled sexually stimulating killings of female rif-raf. When a young woman disappears and is never heard of again, these groups are often involved in their termination.

“Our members have been quite active in bringing these groups together, and we have formed a pact, which will allow us to significantly expand the range of our monthly entertainments. It will require a much stricter level of security, the reason entering into our group, even as an employee such as yourself, requires a total, no withdrawal commitment.

“Everyone who commits will be bonded for a lifetime, and what a lifetime that will be! We have taken in some particularly skilled employees who are charged with the design of the termination entertainments. We will be building a show pit arena called the Gore Floor designed for carnage, and have engaged a warped Las Vegas choreographer, a daredevil renegade Hollywood stunt supervisor.

We have the services of an expert in the design and use of medieval weapons, with specific knowledge of the ancient weapons of Turkey and the cities of Eastern Europe, as well as India, Japan, and the Far East. We have financed a small but very capable international procurement and transport division, which will be responsible for obtaining a dependable supply of appropriate ladies to entertain us with their violent demise.”

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Karina calmly raised her glass for a sip of champagne, but inside she felt her emotions soaring. This was so outrageous it was bringing dampness to her groin. They were planning to go the whole way in a remarkably savage new approach, which was so very outrageous it excited her to orgasm.

She felt hot flashes as she remembered the time her boss had taken her to the private house party where she had actually witnessed the young girl being opened and her guts dumped. The 12-year-old beauty had been brutally raped and then eviscerated alive, ruthlessly killed for the amusement of the guests.

Karina had thought that to be a one-off, something she would never see again, but that extraordinary event proved to set a direction the group was now taking! She expected events that were equally outrageous would be a regular part of what she would get to witness.

Her boss had made it clear that her only way out, once she was committed, would be her death, probably before an audience, she guessed, but who in their right mind would ever want out of such an amazing organization? Another orgasm hit her as she realized what was involved.

“I want you to spend the afternoon drawing up an agreement for the purchase of this property,” he said, handing her one of the folders she had prepared. “One of our members, an architect, will prepare plans for the substantial renovations necessary for us to put the place to use. I will want you to coordinate his work with the tradespeople.

“None of the people you approach must even guess the space is to become a Gore Floor. The official use of the building will be as a sports training center, with the discrete rumor that there may also be some covert military training to be done there as well. That will provide the necessary cover regarding the building trades.”

They finished their lunch, and Karina went to work on her new assignment as soon as she left the CEO’s office. She had to use the washroom to masturbate as she considered the possibilities, and as her imagination ran wild, so did her insatiable need for sexual release.

She presented her boss with her preliminary work for approval, and leaning over his desk, took him deep into her colon as he reviewed her work. She gripped the base of his penis firmly with her anus, pumping on it as it pistoned in and out in controlled, even stroking motions. He was a master butt-fucker!

Being in full control, Karina gripped his shaft in her educated rectum until she relieved him of a full load of semen, continuing to pump until his balls ached. As soon as he withdrew, she dropped to her knees and took his massive erection into her mouth to clean it before it went back into his pants.

She pulled out of her purse and put on her G-string panties, displaying for her boss the thin string of the totally inadequate undergarment, with the slender string crossing her puckered rectum as his sperm leaked out on either side of it, as it crossed but did nothing to cover her gaping rear opening.

Karina straightened her very brief tube dress and provided her boss with a stimulating view of the gorgeous ass he had just mastered, as she walked away with the provocative clicking of her five-inch heels, and departed. Life was good for the voluptuous beauty, a rare lover of pitiless cruelty and brutality, and what she experienced in her complex role was about to get much better!

Let the Shows Begin!

The night of the opening of the MaxTreme Diversions arena arrived. The outside of the very large building remained as it had been, drab and featureless. Inside the huge warehouse was a large parking lot, and below it the main new facility, wisely located underground, making it effectively soundproofed.

The central feature was a show pit arena surrounded by a staging workshop and storage, a weapons room, a bindings creation workshop, a hair styling salon, and a makeup room. There was also holding accommodation for female stock, and a training gym for their fitness preparation.

In addition, there was a new mechanical room for handling the many hydraulics and winches, an elevated gondola behind the audience area from which to control the winches, and ample space for special needs use as such needs arose. Around the show pit was seating for one-hundred-and-twenty, a bar, a kitchen, and accommodation for servants and stock handlers, who became upon hiring, by necessity, permanent residents of the facility.

There was also a large green room and make-up room for middle school girls, aged from nine to twelve, who were hired to be daring nude cocktail waitresses. Only young and late bloomers were hired, because the group did not want either pubic hair or developing breasts on its naked young waitresses, requiring only that they wear provocative spike heels.

These girls were recruited from several schools throughout the city and did not know each other outside this special daring employment. They had taken the job on a dare, and it proved to be very daring for them. They were brought to the facility by an enclosed windowless van, so none of them knew where she was taken to work.

Taking part in what was laid out was very daring for these audacious gorgeous little girls, because they worked only in the provided expensive spike-heeled shoes and makeup, and were otherwise working bare-naked. There was another provoking piece to their extra-minimal costume that provided additional sexual stimulation to anyone observing them.

The naked young girls wore what were known by those into the kink scene as “strapless strap-ons”. These were large upwardly curved and realistic-looking dildos that were not held in place by straps but rather by a large stout plug that stood up above the device’s realistic-looking scrotum, and fit into the young girl’s vagina, filling it. They were extremely provocative when worn by these lovely grade four to grade seven students.

All the girls’ vaginas were clean of all body hair, most of them because they had not yet entered puberty, and for the older girls who had beginnings of hair development but had yet to begin breast growth, their pubic mounds were well waxed, to provide the appearance that they were younger, no more than ten.

The arena’s pit was separated from the seating by a ten-foot-high Plexiglas wall that contained some of the extreme screaming and protected the audience from blood splatters. Outside the transparent wall was a burgundy curtain that entirely surrounded the pit, so that the young waitresses, who worked only between acts, would never get even a glimpse of the pit, or the carnage and gore inside the arena.

The pit’s concealing curtain was raised vertically to hang above it, and when in the lower position it completely obscured whatever was inside the pit from the audience’s point of view. This protected the daring young servant girls from being corrupted by what was going to or had transpired.

The final necessary element was a very high-heat furnace, which kept the area very warm and was for the final disposal of remains from the shows. Nothing was to be left behind that could identify participants, and this furnace was the answer. It would burn so hot that it produced no visible smoke, only ultra-hot gasses.

The disposal furnace would be operated only late at night, was capable of totally destroying any form of DNA, and would reduce bones and even teeth to ash. Karina had done the research and personally found the right furnace, and saw to its installation. The installers believed it was a prudent biological guard, to prevent the spread of infections.

To test it, a skimpily dressed very young woman, whose ID in her purse revealed she was a fifteen-year-old schoolgirl, was found sleeping in an ally behind a nightclub. The pretty teen girl was so intoxicated she could not be wakened. They loaded her into the back seat of the car, laying her across the length of it.

She would be the perfect subject since there was no record or witness to her being in, or having herself removed from the alley. Photos in her purse showed she had family who would surely initiate a search for her. They would have no luck since all evidence was now gone.

They brought the drunken schoolgirl to their new facility during the small hours of the morning and inserted her into the furnace, still dead drunk, closed the door, and fired it up. Through the inspection hole, Karina saw that the intense heat quickly awakened the alcohol-drugged girl.

She was able to sit up, but it was far too late for her to extract herself from the inferno. She hardly had time to realize what was happening to her when the heat fried her lungs and boiled the fat in her breasts, which promptly burst into flame. In minutes she was virtually vaporized.

The furnace, not designed as a crematorium, nonetheless worked perfectly in that role. Although the teen had chosen to ruin her life with her failed run at a nightlife, the Club had made her short life worthwhile, by using her body to prove the value of their expensive new furnace.

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Ay’rhab was in truth a Turk, but his persona with MaxTreme Diversions was to be an Arab, and now an Arab he was, to whoever might wonder. He was a massive man, with amazing muscle development, a narrow waist, and extreme development of his arms and legs.

He was so musclebound he made a walking commercial for steroids. He stood more than seven feet tall and had a hawk-like face that perfectly suited his role. Ay’rhab was the professional lady-killer. He was the hired executioner, a butcher who would use exotic weapons to slay the women provided to him.

His muscles were not the only parts of the swarthy giant that were outsized; his uncut penis and large low-swinging testicles were of a size one would expect to see on a bull. He wore an inverted Y-shaped ornate gold bracelet to extend his scrotum and separate his large testicles to the limit.

This caused his enormous balls to bulge to the extreme. He also wore a thick gold-plated ring that pierced the head of his glans so that his ample foreskins covering them could not be retracted. He was a work of radical obscene art, and perfect for his role as a merciless bitch butcher.

He wore his long black tightly braided hair pulled back in a bun high on his head, and covered it with a tiny turban with colored ribbons from its base. It was his only concession to becoming an Arab. A low-slung broad leather belt held a curved Arabian scimitar at the ready, and people gave him a wide berth because if he turned suddenly the long imposing weapon could easily deeply slice a leg.

There was no scabbard to protect the blade or those coming in contact with it. Instead, there was a hardened leather hoop broad enough to take the blade and allow its easy extraction. His lips, nipples, navel and the tip of his erection were painted bright red with lipstick, and he looked as ferocious as he proved to be.

A six-foot gold chain was attached to the ring through his penis and was there to be used as a leash. Karina was assigned the task of leading the naked man into the gore pit for his premiere performance in MaxTreme Diversions. She saw this as an honor and wearing only a pair of provocative spike heels, false lashes, makeup, and perfume, she performed admirably.

It was opening night at the newly developed and highly secret facility, and there was much excitement in the air. Because Karina had a specific role, she and eleven other executive assistants were scheduled to be in the arena death pit, all of them wearing beautiful veils over their lower faces, in addition to the spike heels.

It was important that every bit of interesting female flesh be on full display, and these twelve were remarkably interesting women, particularly from the naked flesh perspective. They were for the most part simply sexually stimulating decorations for the arena death-pit and the amazing violence that would occur within it. Being inside the pit, and inside the bullet-proof and blood-splatter-proof Plexiglas barrier far exceeded having front-row seats.

To make the opening more special for the executive assistants, the ladies were at first given access to the upper-security room, overlooking the entrance, where they could observe the guests arriving. They were quite interested in the fine dresses and gowns the women wore, which were all spectacular.

They saw a range of eveningwear, from elegant gowns on the more established wives and mistresses, that displayed and supported but hid nothing of their impressive breasts, to one new wife wearing an outrageously flagrant bimbo outfit. Most of the women displayed their big tits, but all of their costumes ensured their cunts were also visible.

The woman who caught Karina’s attention wore a floral print tube dress that was completely transparent, revealing her underwear, which consisted of a thin G-string spreading but not masking her cuntlips, and an up-thrust bra, creating a Victorian cleavage, with a skirt that stopped more than two inches above her buttocks. The back dipped so low that it revealed five inches of the crease between her gorgeous buttocks.

She wore no stockings and spike-heeled open-toed clear plastic pumps with five-inch heels. It seemed the only criterion for marriage for some of these men was a girl who looked like they would fuck like a mink! The wives had only one thing in common – they were, even including this hussy-slut, all extraordinarily beautiful.

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The guests would have dinner before the show started, so the executive secretaries had adequate time to have their hair and makeup done before they had to go on. In the facility’s new beauty salon, they met some new girls, office workers who had been brought from some of the companies owned by new members of the enlarged group.

Other beautiful young women were so excited to have been given a special invitation they had forgotten to ask for details, and were surprised they were required to get naked, put on expensive spike-heeled shoes, and then sit for a hair and makeup session. This was all an exciting mystery to them, clearly of a totally sexual nature.

One of these was a pretty brunette with a slight figure, small but pert breasts, a rich tan, and a ready smile.

“Hi, my name’s Lilly,” she said brightly, “I guess you are regulars. I’ve been invited to take part in this really private sexy show. It’s important that you all know I’m not a professional sex entertainer or anything like that. I’m just doing it on a dare by my girlfriends at the office,” she explained.

It seems the CEO of our company is a member here. Do any of you know what this is all about?”

“It definitely is private,” Karina answered, “And whatever happens here stays here so there’s really nothing to worry about, your friends at work will never know about it.”

The others nodded sagely. She was delighted that such a gorgeous, innocent, and naïve young beauty had been obtained from one of the large participating companies. The organization’s recruiters knew what they were doing.

“Not everyone who comes here leaves,” another added, “Leaving this facility isn’t necessary. They pretty much stay here, full time. Like the place has a permanent residence for some of the ladies, with servants to take good care of them, and I know for a fact that anything they might ever need is provided.”

“I’ve heard there’s lots of total nudity,” Lilly said, breathlessly, “Like its all about sexuality and looking really sexy. I’ve never been nude in public before, but look at me!”

Everyone did because she was very much worthy of a good look.

“I guess for all of us there’s got to be a first time for everything. I mean I’ve worn some really risqué bikinis. I had to shave really close for that, but when I arrived here, they asked me to shave completely this afternoon.”

She rambled on, “Like no body hair, not even leaving any between my bum cheeks. I guess I’ll have to bend over or something weird, and somebody might get to see my anus. They take this clean groin stuff pretty seriously here, don’t they? They promised me nobody here would know me, like I’ll be a total stranger to everyone, except maybe my boss.

“I don’t recognize any of you people, so it turns out it really is anonymous here, I mean with going bare naked and everybody getting to see everything, so that’s good. From the looks of things, I’d guess lots of you girls know all about that! Just look at your pretty cunts! They’re so sexy!”

“We sure do,” chimed in the blonde with the largest breasts, “We have all done this kind of thing before. You’re a little light in the front end, dear, but as you say, I guess there’s a first time for everything, even putting small titties like yours on display!”

Everyone laughed, and Lilly blushed.

“What are we expected to do?” asked Lilly, “I’ve never taken part in anything like this before. I mean, obviously, it’s going to be really sexy, but I’m not sure what they expect! Is it a show or something, and if so, what kind of thing am I expected to do? Like I can dance and move sexy and things.”

Suddenly her tone was quieter.

“They won’t expect to watch us having real sex with guys, will they? Like having to do it in public? Fucking and everything?”

“Oh, you’ll get the hang of it,” replied Grace, the youngest of the professionals.

That brought a laugh from the pros since they knew it was possible Lilly would be hanged or somehow be slain as a death star. That was the term the insiders used for the girls who were going to be killed for the entertainment of the members.

Hanging was always a popular form of execution for members, although with recent changes, who knew what might be the way she went out. She might be impaled, or decapitated, or possibly ripped and gutted. It wouldn’t be fun, but they knew it would be very entertaining for those who saw her die.

“As long as I don’t have to perform sex in public!” Lilly said, “I really am a good girl, and would never do that! Fucking in public! I mean, imagine the head of a guy’s penis kissing the dimple of my cervix way in deep! He could squirt his goo, and shoot it right up to my uterus, and on up into my ovaries! I know how this stuff works! That would be unthinkable! Some rotten sun-of-a-gun could seed me, could make me pregnant!

“Oh, expect that, I think you’re going to be fucked real good, but they’ll really make it worth your while,” the blonde said. All of the executive secretaries had been briefed on how violent the sport in their new facility would become, and were ready and eager to see this pretty young bitch spilling her intestines onto the Gore Floor of the pit, being disemboweled as she’s being whacked!

“My boyfriend will have a bird when I tell him what I’ve been up to!” Lilly said. “Like if I’m going to be getting screwed in public! I mean if nobody here really knows me then this should be really cool, and maybe even exciting, but I hope the guy who does me wears protection, or is certified clean, or whatever they do!

“Like I mean this is the right time of the month for me to get myself seeded if he spurs his cum right up inside me. I love the way guys squeeze me while they’re cumming and everything, but hey, I don’t need to be growing a big belly on me! That would ruin my great figure!”

“Don’t you worry, dear,” one of the more experienced concubines said, “My guess is you will probably never have to tell your boyfriend about this? He’ll likely never know the kind of nasty things you’ll happily do to please the people watching.”

The others giggled at her not-so-obscure joke.

One of the other new inexperienced girls piped in, “We were told on the bus that this is the next level up from the Playboy Mansion and the Penthouse Playroom, because they allowed in only the most stunningly beautiful, erotic, well-educated and perfectly groomed women with not only great bodies but real poise, like us.

“Also,” the new girl continued, “Instead of just pretending, with them just standing around looking at us in bikinis and getting photographed, all of us will be bare naked except for our heels, and probably get to have public sex with very rich men and even some famous Hollywood stars! I can’t wait to wrap my cuntlips around the raging penis of a real Hollywood star!

“I know that at the Playboy parties that kind of stuff happened in private, but I heard it happened in public at Penthouse parties. Like they showed girls’ cunts and them being fucked in their magazine! I’ve seen some of them. It’s really sexy, daring, and right out front exciting!”

The original twelve had no idea how these amazingly naive new girls would fit in but presumed one or more of them would be treated to a marvelously violent death, and the others were to be trained to like what they were about to witness, and then to willingly and enthusiastically augment their numbers as cunts in the enlarged organization, and then get themselves entertainingly slaughtered in this new show pit.

Most of the new women were very well endowed, all of them natural, and with great bodies as well as remarkable beauty. The only real difference was that it appeared few of them had any brains, but everyone knew that mental skill was not a requisite for being the voluptuous naked star in a snuff show.

All the experienced concubines knew for certain was their own role, to stimulate masturbation by the people in the stands with their lewd behavior, and they all appeared to be ready to perform as instructed. This was not their first rodeo, and they knew how to get the men’s penises stiff and spurting.

Only the original twelve entered the arena death-pit prior to the first act, now wearing the sheer floor-length capes they wore every month at Club sex orgies. These garments hid nothing and were only worn for their entrance. The circumstances were now quite different; this was the first time they had ever entered a purpose-designed show gore pit.

These gorgeous and provocative ladies, with the moral base of a loaf of sourdough bread, had spent the last two afternoons under the direction of the incredible fag of a Las Vegas choreographer, learning to do some excitingly obscene dance moves as well as several overt sex-show acts. Now the time for their first obscene show was quickly approaching.

The pornography choreographer had taught them what he had perfected managing Las Vegas show dancers at private parties, where all restrictions as well as costumes were removed, and the dancers smiled as they openly masturbated and copulated while dancing, for the entertainment of the small private audiences.

The professional ladies had been, understandably, reluctant to perform such indecencies, particularly in front of an audience, but the choreographer found his whip snapped onto the pussies of hesitant dancers to be most persuasive. Most Vegas performers had to do private shows for wealthy visiting dignitaries and were well-paid for their highly obscene presentations.

For these women at this new theater who were all executive secretaries, the test of debasing themselves by mastering the profane moves was whether they experienced orgasm as they performed. All of them did, in spades. That and the effect of the stimulants they were given enhanced the effectiveness of their wanton sexual behavior in the pit, making the use of a whip on their cuntmeat during training unnecessary.

Before entering the pit, the twelve concubines watched from behind one-way mirrors as the members and their guests entered the seating area, the men in tuxedos and the women in extraordinary revealing gowns. The audience was greater in number than these executive assistants were used to.

Once the guests were all seated about a dozen young middle school girls, none older than thirteen and some as young as nine, joined them as petite and highly erotic serving girls. They wore only collars, nylons with garter belts, with their groins open to reveal all. They also wore perfectly-fitting open high-heeled shoes and a stout strapless dildo protruding from their little vaginas and bent so that they extended upward like raging male erections.

These pretty nude children were an instant hit. They looked so cute and precocious wearing those obscene male erections coming from their hairless little cuntlets. Their appearance provided the male members of the audience with cock-lifting stimulation just at the sight of them.

These little waitresses served cocktails and hot finger food to the audience. When the last guest was served and settled, the nude young girls with their stiletto heels and bouncing plastic erections retreated to their secure green room, and the lights in the seating area were dimmed.

The nude serving children had been cleared to their own holding room so that they would not witness what was to unfold in the small brightly lit pit. Should they observe what was about to occur, it would mean they would have to stay at the facility permanently, knowing how wicked things really were at their daring new part-time job.

They had been coached to tell their parents they were at a sleepover at a friend’s house, and they gave a phone number that would reach a woman claiming to be their host mother in the green room. It was a simple and perfect cover for what they were really engaged in.

When the last of them was safely out of sight, the curtain surrounding the arena pit opened. Karina and the other women slid off their transparent capes, and now stood stark naked in their spike-heeled designer shoes and sheer face veils. They were amazing to see and brought applause from the audience.

In preparation for their erotic nude show, they had all be furiously masturbating, and the result was that all of their cunts were in full bloom, gaping as if they were looking for cocks. Because it was an inaugural, this was the time most of the people in the new and enlarged organization had seen most of them.

They moved in a circle around the circular 50-foot diameter pit, dancing with the special dance moves they had learned that included obscene and profane movements, thrusting their hips, and rotating their pelvic area to present their genitalia and to sexually delight their audience.

Karina came to the opening to the holding pens, and she slipped out of line and momentarily out of the arena, then re-entered moments later with a chain in her hand, leading the giant nude man Ay’rhab by his penis leash. He wore a black hood and floor-length black cloak, his pierced erection sticking through the fold.

When they had circled the ring, he dropped his cape, revealing his remarkable nudity, and the people in the stands were thrilled that the leash Karina held was attached to the large ring piercing the head of his monster penis. His cock was substantial, three inches thick at the base, and it arched up nearly a foot in length in an obscene rigid dribbling erection.

Applause filled the arena and Karina moved forward. Once again, the giant followed her, flexing his oiled muscles proudly. She led him in a smaller circle inside the ring of other veiled nude concubines, then turned and stopped in the middle of the arena pit to show him off, like a wild, untamable prize.

Four black male dancers wearing colored turbans and colorful stone and bead anklets danced into the pit, dancing as the two in front carried in a six-inch square wooden beam. It was ten feet long and had a short steel chain attached to a sturdy ring near one end. The other two men danced sideways.

Each of them held a wrist and ankle of a beautiful tanned and fit young woman, who was stark naked, slung between them like a spread doe. She was screaming in frantic fear, and her right leg kicked desperately, displaying her cleanly shaved pubic mound with its gaping slit of a cunt fully revealed.

She had beautifully curled brown hair, and tiny bikini tan lines with quite white flesh that made her nipples and painted vaginal standout. The girl was screaming at the top of her lungs for the naked black men to release her. The only thing she wore was a steel cuff around her left ankle.

The chain from one end of the post was secured to the hoop on her ankle cuff, and the other end of the post was dropped into a six-inch square hole dug in the floor. It sunk in about two feet deep, standing upright with the highly attractive slender nude girl hanging upside down by her left leg, her left hand desperately reaching, but it was nearly a foot above the dirt floor.

“This is Lilly, a charming receptionist at a rifle assembly plant in South Carolina,” said a gentle and smooth female voice on the PA system, “The company’s performance is so good that its products are used in more jealousy-driven murders of beautiful young bar waitresses by their boyfriends than any other weapons! She is one of the top-paid Executive Assistants any in the Arms Industry in America, in fact in the world! That’s hard to tell, isn’t it? We are all much more equal, so to speak, once we’re naked!”

That brought a round of laughter.

“Some of us are more equal than others in some departments, and as you can see, she is a lovely lean, and very fit young lady, with humble, pretty tits but great abs and butt! She works out regularly at a gym, and her personal trainer, who is one of our recruiting team, nominated her to demonstrate to us a new way to do the splits!”

The audience applauded. Lilly looked confused. Nobody had mentioned to her demonstrating the splits. How was she to demonstrate a stretching move while chained and dangling by one ankle in an already stretched position? And what about that grotesque-looking huge naked Arab?!

The sumptuous voice on the PA continued, “Our erotic dance team will entertain you with a background demonstration of both hetero and gay coitus as Lilly does her feature demonstration, aided by Ay’rhab the Arab!” Four of the concubines bent forward until their hands touched the floor.

They moved their feet apart, with their buttocks raised high, their knees locked straight. The four nude blacks, their monstrous erections standing high, moved in behind them and mounted them, working their stout long penises into the ladies’ beautifully presented rectums, then grasping their hips, commenced pumping deep into the female colons.

Karina dropped the chain attached to Ay’rhab’s penis ring, and she and the other eight concubines paired up embraced, kissed deeply, and each worked her right hand into the vagina of her partner. They danced in this perverse embrace near the five-foot high base wall of the pit, fisting each other passionately.

They watched from the corner of their eyes as Ay’rhab, his leash dangling to the floor from his ring through the head of his penis, grasped the free ankle of the inverted suspended teen girl and pulled it well out from the post. This further stressed her groin, and the effect was that it pulled her cunt wide open.

This was totally different from the private killings of girls they had witnessed in the past, in which they had participated prior to the follow-up bacchanal. They were curious to see how this new kind of killer entertainment would play out. The developing show was already exceeding their expectations. How wild and over-the-top would this whole thing get?

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Ay’rhab continued to pull on her shapely leg until Lilly’s screams shifted from angry pleading to sheer terror and extreme pain as her groin was stretched to the limit. Her beautiful vagina spread much wider than normal, demonstrating the degree of distress to her cunt she was experiencing.

The brutal pulling on the young girl’s distressed crotch increased, and the added pressure increased the amplitude of her desperate screams, as well as the girth of her gaping cunt. The obscene dancing ladies were enthralled and pumped each other harder with the obscene fist fuck, hammering each other’s uterus.

Ay’rhab’s muscles bulged as he strained, jerking on the bitch’s shapely legs with all his might. The tendons from her groin to her legs stood out as they were stretched to the limit. The result of his efforts was devastating for the screaming young woman, and delightful the audience, who cheered the outrageous Turk on.

Lilly’s pink puckered rectum, now fully on display with the severe stretching of her groin, was pulled open like an oval little mouth, displaying the pointed nose of a firm turd inside her, and the tiny sphincter muscle spread nearly two inches wide before it finally split open, fully ruptured and totally destroyed, allowing her tightly packed lump of offal to drop to the pit’s floor.

A few jerks later her distended vagina spread open wide, looking like the wide protruding mouth of a bottom-feeding fish, then it also was pulled apart, ripping both forward and back, joining the fractured vagina to her split rectum, now forming a single gaping hole in her tortured groin.

Under the repeated stress of jerks to her spread legs, the lovely bitch’s entire crotch gradually parted, until she began to split up the middle as if her legs were being extended in length. The violent jerking continued, and as blood spurted from the rent before, after, and through her groin, her tailbone was revealed.

Lilly’s shrill screams hit a new crescendo of horror as her tantalizingly tight tummy began to rip, and in just a few seconds her pale viscera appeared in the new and enlarging opening. Lilly’s arms, her only limbs free, flailed wildly with the violence of the extreme attack on her physical integrity, which was losing ground with each horrific jerk by the mighty arms on her gorgeous legs.

Ay’rhab’s enormous penis was throbbing and bouncing with primal arousal with the spectacular results of his outstanding efforts. White pre-ejaculation fluid dripped from the tip of his stout mast as her genital flesh parted. He appeared to be about to ejaculate with sexual excitement at the carnage he was creating.

The anal penetration by the black dancers and fist-pumping by the lesbian women into each other increased in intensity and power as Lilly’s navel split in two, with her spine standing exposed between the wide-spread lower halves of her devastated torso like the peeled tail of a bull, and the parting of her beautiful body continued right up to her sternum.

Now her large and small intestines, expelled from the gaping hole in her torso and dangling obscenely from the rent of her lower body, were quickly joined by her uterus, their ovaries flapping freely, followed by her kidneys and liver as she revealed these internal organs which dangled from the ever-increasing sized rent in her body.

THE BITCH KILLING PIT

This was going exactly as her boss had said it would; this outrageous Gore Floor the new and expanded group had created was for real! Lilly was stretched so wide her ankles were now eight feet apart! Her major arteries failed next, spurting blood to the floor in such quantity that she was quickly losing strength, and her screams subsided to paltry moans.

Ay’rhab drove his fist into Lilly’s now easily accessible chest and with a powerful jerk pulled her heart from her, holding it high over his head in victory. His penis began to ejaculate, spurting thick gobs of his semen into the air, demonstrating his satisfaction with his wanton work. He had completed his first carnal kill on the Gore Floor!

At that moment the four nude black dancers bellowed as they ejaculated at the same peak time into the colons of their female mounts, and all of the women screamed the ecstasy of their simultaneous orgasms. There was no more erotic stimulus during sex than observing a violent death, and the dancers gave their all for the few people who noticed them.

Adding sexual interest to the Gore Floor was tough work, but somebody had to do it! As they pulled their fists from their partner’s womb, two of the eight lesbian concubines, one of them Karina’s partner, leaned forward and violently wretched, each of them heaving her lunch more than six feet, demonstrating for the amused audience the most powerful form of projection vomiting.

Although they had experienced an incredible sexual rush at the merciless destruction of Lilly, they were torn by the astonishing extent of extreme violence and gore they had just witnessed, which was far beyond anything they had experienced at the relatively bloodless monthly killings they had enjoyed, and their superb nude bodies reacted in the most natural way.

The puking pair had messed up their veils and had to remove them. ‘This is very bad for them,’ Karina thought, ‘I don’t think those two were invited, like I was, to a party where a kid was killed by getting herself gutted alive. Seeing that happen would have got them past this. They have displayed a weakness that will not bode well for them in this unforgiving organization. I think they’re both done like toast!’

Her pessimistic thinking was completely in line with what followed. Ay’rhab knew exactly what to do. As Katrina had been told by her boss, there was to be no latitude for weakness, and they knew in agreeing to take part that unforgiving, extreme cruelty was the best they could expect.

The giant nude Turk went to one and then the other, grasping them by the back of their necks and lifting them high off the floor, his enormous penis still spurting what seemed to be an endless supply of semen. He had swallowed several Viagra before he entered the ring, and it was doing its work.

The black nude male dancers removed the post bearing the remains of Lilly from the hole in the floor that supported it, set it down so that her shapely divided corpse lay on her own viscera, and then they brought forward another post of the same dimensions, but which had a pair of different devices attached at the upper end.

They stood the post up and lowered it into the hole in the floor designed to receive it, then pumping their erections with their fists, they danced out of the arena pit, thrusting their naked pelvises forward and humping their raging cum-spurting erections into the air as they moved.

Ay’rhab put one of the women he held down on the floor onto her hands and knees, and placed a foot on the back of her neck, pinning her to the floor. He lifted the other bitch, and spread a pair of stout wire hooks that were separately hinged on the post so that her head and neck fit between them. He then moved them together so that their shafts ran on either side of her neck, and their upward-pointing hooks were close up under her chin.

He reached into her screaming mouth and pulled out her tongue as far as possible, then lowered her so that the hooks drove up under her jaw bone in front, and her weight sunk them into her, holding her mouth closed and forcing her to bite deep and painfully into her own tongue.

Her tongue now bore her entire weight! This left her only able to moan instead of screaming. He let go of her, because although all four of her shapely limbs were unencumbered, her weight held her perfectly secure on the two cruel hooks in her jaw, unable to extract herself from an impossibly horrific situation.

Katrina now fully understood the extent of extreme cruelty that would be dealt to any participants who did not meet the exacting standards required of women who served this new organization, in which the company where she worked was a fully participating member. These puking cunts were toast.

Ay’rhab moved his foot to release her and then lifted the second woman into position on the opposite side of the stout tall post, her back also pressed against the wood, spread a second pair of twin hooks to position her, then similarly brought them together under her chin, jerked her tongue outward then lowered her onto the horrendous hooks.

As with her naked colleague, the hooks drove up into the base of her tongue so that her bitching muscle was tortured by her clamping teeth in front and the tips of the hooks in the back. She was perfectly displayed while totally incapable of relieving the terrible pain in her jaw and mouth.

The huge nude torturer stood back, satisfied with his work, and left the pair of women hanging by their jaws back-to-back on the post, to observe the proceedings from their hugely uncomfortable position. For the first time, Karina realized the extent of her commitment to the new group that succeeded the Club which had at first included her as a guest.

This was for real, and the risk was ongoing. She was now fully a collaborator, rather than a mere very interested observer. The tip of her clitoris emerged from its hood as her erotic stimulation rose to a new level. This extreme cruelty and sexual violence were more exciting than she could ever have imagined. The best thing was that she was part of it all!

Two of her colleagues, in equal positions to hers until moments ago, were now taking the only exit possible from this organization. They were now taking a different role as death-star entertainers. Their new task was now most certainly to die for the amusement of the cheering audience.

The severity of the events staged in this new facility exceeded her wildest imaginings, and at the same time excited her more than anything had ever done at any time in her life. Two of her gorgeous young peers, just for puking over the shock of seeing the blonde girl’s meat divided, her viscera and heart removed, were now hanging like meat, and slated to become dead meat, before the sadistic sex show was completed!

This was so exciting to her, Karina was afraid she was going to pee herself, and at that moment realized her employer would probably see that as exactly the right thing to do! She spread her knees slightly bent and her groin thrust forward to make it a visible nasty overt act and pissed on the floor.

She realized that because of the action, probably nobody noticed what she was doing, but she could not know that for certain. Her insolent act was just a part of the natural flow of things, and she felt her clit rise and vibrate further. This was living the way she loved to live, out on the edge, both aggressive and vulnerable.

Publicly pissing relieved any anxiety she might be feeling. There was no way she could allow her inner feelings to flip to the old stoic constraints, as that could put her in the position of the two writhing beauties whose jaw-pierced bodies decorated the tall pole. She had to demonstrate how sexually stimulating she found their new erotic predicament.

The black male dancers came back into the ring. This time, each of them held a wrist or ankle of a beautiful naked young woman, stretched spread-eagle between them, face down. Her large dangling breasts swayed with the movement of the men dancing, and when she lifted her head and saw the two women hanging from the post by hooks in their jaws, her annoyed screams became those driven by sheer horror.

These screams suddenly increased to a rapid series of shrill screeches when her eyes fell on Lilly’s remains, with her viscera and blood spread over the floor beneath her radically split carcass. This screaming gorgeous naked teen with a voluptuous body had just been brought onto the gore floor.

“This is Miss Jill Johnson,” boomed the voice of the female PA announcer, “She’s a fifteen-year-old freshman from Penn State. The Dean of Admissions is a member here. As a junior and senior in high school, she was head of the cheerleading squad for both basketball and football and was valedictorian of her graduating class, the youngest ever for that school.

“She had earned herself a GPA better than 3.9 (that’s near genius level), had skipped both grade eight and grade ten, and had her sights set high. This cunning little cunt is hoping to enter law school, and by earning top marks there, succeed in her studies so that she can become a prosecution lawyer, and then a judge.

“That idea came to her quite suddenly and early in life when in grade nine she inadvertently entered the boy’s football team’s shower and saw a coach buggering a boy he held pinned against the wall. When the deeply anally impaled lad turned his head, she saw that it was her boyfriend!

“The boy and the shower made enough sound the coach didn’t see her, but her boyfriend did. The next day she tried to talk her boyfriend into pressing charges for being anally raped by his coach, but he was too embarrassed and refused. Several weeks later another boy pressed charges, and the prosecution was so lame that the coach got off scot-free.

From that time forward, Jill determined she would make sure anyone who harmed others for sexual gratification would pay dearly for their indiscretion. Her idea of pay dearly was, of course, to be committed to serving a long sentence in a Federal Penitentiary. Jail time for the evil, to be buggered as he had buggered others, nobody knew how many.

“It was that resolve that caught our attention. She has such a great body and such beauty, as well as a very advanced brain, that we have other plans for her! We plan to produce from her a split personality, and have this teenage beauty display intimate details of her secret inner woman on our Gore Floor!”

Four chains descended from motor-driven pulleys on the ceiling, and these were attached to cuffs on her ankles and wrists, so that when they were drawn back upward, she was suspended face down over the arena, brutally stretched in a spread-eagle fashion. Her back was severely arched in this position, with her tightly stretched tummy at her lowest point.

The black male dancers retreated once more, and when moments later they re-appeared, they were dragging what appeared to be a very tall sawhorse, except instead of a beam along the top, there was a five-foot long steel blade, its arched gleaming sharp edge facing straight upward.

They positioned this heinous device under the screaming nude teen, so that she was directly above it, her groin area above one end and her head above the other. It was immediately clear that this heinous device was designed to passively divide the high-slung suspended young lady, using only her own weight to split the delightful pretty bitch in half, down the middle.

The concubines now began another dance routine they had been trained to do by the gay choreographer. From their limited perspective as dancers, it was clear to them that he detested women. In this performance, they moved in erotic steps and slowly progressed around the arena near the wall.

As they moved, they now performed solo, their legs spread, their groins thrust forward, burying one of their hands deep into their own vagina, and very aggressively fisting themselves. In training them he had instructed them that for this move they should punch their own uterus as hard as they could.

The four black dancers paired off, providing on opposite sides of the arena a graphic display of homosexual buggery. Shit chute fuckery. Man-to-man copulation. Male mastering male in the rectum, with full anal insertion. Horny black studs working hard to ejaculate deep into the lower digestive tract of their companion.

At the same time, the winches controlling the chains from which the screaming nude girl was suspended began to gradually lower her until her tummy came into direct gentle contact with the very sharp static blade topping the sawhorse. She was going to ride on it with her dangling stretched tummy!

“The arched blade makes a very uncomfortable saddle, but Jill is going to ride the sharp edge of the cruel sawhorse with her beautifully bulged belly for us!” said the highly erotic voice on the PA, “The blade has such a keen edge that any movement of her tummy will create a micro-sawing action, and the blade will find its way into her tender meat, or in this case, her bacon!

If she holds her breath she can delay this effect briefly, but she can’t hold her breath more than a minute, and then she’ll have to breathe harder! The motion of her breathing will be sufficient, and we will gradually lower her bit by bit to add her weight into the mix. This gorgeous nude young teen is a one-way trip to the Gore Floor! Let’s watch Jill’s progress!”

Jill had tensed her muscles, and had managed to draw herself up slightly, but the extreme spread of her shapely limbs limited the teen girl’s ability to raise herself more than an inch, and the chains holding her gradually lowered her again into contact with the heinous woman-division device.

Her beautiful young face was turning red, and at last, she could hold her breath no longer. Now her tight tummy rubbed on the blade enough that audience members on either side of her could see bright trickles of her blood working their way down the six-inch width of the vertical steel of the blade.

She arched her back again to lift herself slightly, but without the result, she tried so desperately to achieve. Promptly the chains restraining and elevating her responded, once more dropping her another inch. Fifteen-year-old Jill was for the first time in her life a reluctant total loser in what could only be a loser’s game.

What the sexy female voice on the PA had described to the fascinated audience now proved to be completely accurate. Just the slightest movement by the dangling naked teen allowed the big blade running the length of Jill’s torso to bite just a bit deeper into her meat.

In just a matter of moments, the slice in her belly had extended from her sternum to her pelvis. Jill was well onto the irreversible road to complete division of her beautifully shaped halves. Her desperate attempts at avoidance were now assisting in her own butchery, gradually but steadily advancing her bizarre demise.

Karina increased the pumping of her fist in her own vagina, pounding on her uterus as her excitement at what she was witnessing grew. She had managed to get her thumb into herself so that the mouth of the invaded sex organ grasped the slender bend of her wrist.

She saw the other women dancing had achieved the same level of self-penetration. They were all experiencing on their wrists what a man’s penis would feel at the base as their cunts gripped him during a power-fuck. These ladies of delight were all giving themselves an astounding fist-fuck that was as captivating to the people observing as it was to them.

The realization came home to her that what had happened to Lilly and was happening to Jill were simply variations of what was certainly to be in her future and quite possibly her near future. Karina threw her head back, thrust her pelvis forward, and screamed out her explosive orgasm that hit in what seemed to be never-ending waves.

Jill had now sunk to the level that her intestines were beginning to slide past the huge blade and dangle to the floor. Her body was now actively heaving in violent spasms, increasing the progress of the monster blade through her. The audience and the dancers fist-fucking themselves inside the ring were startled at how quickly things were progressing.

They watched with awe as the blade emerged throughout the small of her back, having cut cleanly through her spine! They now realized the likelihood the blade would actually totally divide the naked young girl. This was the most unlikely and highly brutal demonstration they could imagine, and they loved it!

The chains now lowered her limbs so that they hung to the floor, with suspension no longer necessary, as her groin had been fully split. Within a minute only her head remained undivided, and that dissection was in process. Ay’rhab moved beside her, raised a large fist, and suddenly bounced it off the top of her skull.

The abrupt move worked. Her head split in two like a cocoanut, and her completely divided body dropped to the Gore Floor, spilling her brain matter to join her viscera. The youngster’s split tongue was wiggling as a natural spasm of death that had mercifully taken her.

The young prospective criminal lawyer had now been totally mastered, for the enjoyment of the jaded audience for MaxTreme Diversions. The fresh female meat and gore of the two slaughtered women were left where it had fallen, and the black male dancers, their rigid erections again ejaculating semen as they moved, took only the bloodied sawhorse from the pit.

“Ladies and gentlemen, the two beauties before you dangling from the pole were engaged to assist in this program as well as for those to follow. Instead, they demonstrated repulsion at Lilly’s division and paid an exceptional price for their transgression. Let me introduce them.

“The blonde is Nancy, the executive assistant to the CEO of HotFlak Landmines, and the brunette is Marty, in the same position with Whaker Rocket Weapons Systems. I can safely announce the Arms Industry now has immediate openings for a pair of new Executive Assistants!

“I think by having witnessed Jill’s separation, Nancy and Marty may have learned their lesson, so I believe it is appropriate we instruct Ay’rhab to cut them down.”

Ay’rhab took his cue, drew his mighty scimitar, and began demonstrating his skill with the large sharp blade.

Both women were still wearing their spike-heeled shoes, but nothing else, as they had removed their veils. Striding around the pole with the two naked beauties suspended by their jaws, his enormous erection bouncing and dribbling semen, Ay’rhab easily sliced through the four bare legs.

His sword caught them four inches above the ankles, leaving the women footless and unable to walk. Their moans through their hook-speared tongues were as loud as they could manage with their teeth sunk into their large swollen tongues. Instead, the two insanely suspended nudes kicked and waved their arms, which proved to be a very serious error.

As quickly as the feet had fallen, so too had their hands. Within a minute the two women had only blood-spurting stumps below the elbow and knee. Their physical response was to increase the movement of their now lighter limbs, spraying blood out in arches onto the floor of the Gore Pit with each movement.

Ay’rhab, taking advantage of his superior height, whacked off the jaw-hanged women’s four arms just below the shoulder, greatly reducing the reach of the spraying blood. There were now a dozen pieces of the two ladies lying on the Gore Floor. They had effectively been reduced to chunks of fresh bloody meat.

Now the giant man demonstrated both his amazing strength and the sharpness of his weapon. In a single swipe, he slashed cleanly through Marty’s upper right leg, removing the footless limb by cutting through the femur, the largest bone in her body. Nancy’s right leg was next, removed with equal power.

Allowing her to kick until she provided exactly the right angle, Ay’rhab took off Nancy’s left leg, and within seconds Marty’s as well, leaving both women with limbless torsos and damaged heads. The two delimbed cunts writhed in extreme agony, which gave the audience full satisfaction.

Working quickly to act while both women were still alive, Ay’rhab positioned the point of his scimitar in the vestibule of Nancy’s vagina, they suddenly thrust it in its full length. With an impressive display of power, he jerked the handle out a few inches then pushed it back toward the post.

The tip of his blade sliced its way out of her belly from the inside! He then jerked the handle forward, breaking her pubic bone, and ripped her lower torso open. Nancy squirmed as best she could, but only assisted in the violent opening of her shapely body. Her intestines spilled out and dropped to the Gore Floor.

Ay’rhab promptly moved around the post and repeated the operation exactly on Marty. She too lent her squiggly poop-packed tripe to the considerable accumulation of female viscera now on display. Even with the hooks under their jaw bones and sticking up into their mouths, the two eviscerated ladies managed to look strikingly shocked at what was happening to them, and all of it just because they had inadvertently tossed their biscuits.

With a single vertical blow of his blade, Ay’rhab split the hollowed-out lower half of Marty’s torso, digging the blade into the post. Freeing his sword from the wood, he then rapidly swung it horizontally at her waist, and her lower half dropped away as two divided parts, one shapely leg on each.

Just as quickly he delivered a vertical blow-up between her impressive breasts, splitting her upper half from waist to throat. He had missed her lungs and heart, and somehow, she was still alive. He stood back, admiring his work. To complete the task he held the blade horizontally at his shoulder height,

He then rapidly sunk it deeply into the post once more, having in the process cleanly severed Marty’s head at the neck, allowing her limbless torso to tumble to the floor. It took both hands on the handle to get the blade out of the post. His decapitating blow had also cut halfway through the four-inch-thick beam!

Without hesitation, he performed the same quartering and beheading of Nancy, and when he completed the butchery by taking off Nancy’s head, the post was cut cleanly through, so that the two heads rolled free as the post’s top with its hook apparatus fell to the floor to join their multiple pieces of meat from the creative butchering of the two living women.

The corporations that had employed them, and in whose cause they had given their lives, would promptly be looking for new executive assistants. They would be lucky to find two as luscious as these, who were also willing to put it all on the line as well-paid sexual concubines.

Now the gore of four women as well as their carcasses decorated the large round Gore Floor in the death pit. The audience applauded as the heavy curtain dropped, concealing the bloody gore floor, and the young nude young girls with the obscene strapless dildos thrusting from their cunts were brought back to serve the guests more drinks.

Karina was instructed to once more take the leash dangling from the penis of the turbaned giant, and following the other sex entertainers, she led him out of the arena of death by his cum-dribbling dick to prepare for the next event. He was trained to respond to the pull on his cock by the leash.

The four male dancers, the ten remaining concubines, and Ay’rhab had fifteen minutes rest to restore themselves by refreshing their make-up, washing off the splashed blood of the victims, and preening their hair. It was important they look their very best for each new incredibly violent act.

BROADSWORD PLAY

It seemed like just moments later when they were summoned back into the death pit to resume the grotesque death show for the excited audience. Nothing had been cleared, as blood, gore, and butchered human female meat was what this presentation was all about.

This insane bitch-butchery of living ladies so far exceeded the simple hangings and impalements they had previously witnessed that it boggled the minds of the highly stimulated naked young female concubines. They were all on the verge of peeing with sexual excitement at the unbridled violence occurring.

The much younger nude serving girls in their crotch-open pantyhose, high heels, and obscene phalluses sticking up from their gripping cuntlets were escorted out of the audience area and back to their green room. Now the huge circular scarlet curtain was raised, revealing the carnage in the pit, and the next portion of violence of the grotesque show commenced.

“For a conclusion of our first evening of MaxTreme Diversions,” the female narrator continued, “We will have, following the next feature, our Least Likely event. It features, as a surprise, the woman least likely to be the subject of a slaughter. Fifty young wives are in the running,

“They are eligible simply on the basis of being married to one of our members. Many executive assistants are also qualified, including all ten of the experienced naked concubines now performing in the pit. Two of their associates have already decorated the floor as they liberally spilled their blood.

“These ladies demonstrating their sexual pulchritude are also aware that the extreme cruelty extends to them, and this special Least Likely Woman feature should make it a suspenseful evening for all of them. Ladies, each of you has a one-chance-in-a-hundred of becoming the Least Likely Woman, to die tonight!

“We will keep the Least Likely selection a secret until it is time! Don’t you all love surprises? Wouldn’t it be exciting if you found yourself chosen for hot steel annihilation? If you’re a woman, you’re eligible! There’s only one chance in a hundred and ten, but let your mind explore that possibility! In the meantime, its time for the amazing Three Chop Drop event!”

The black male dancers returned, this time bringing with them a voluptuous pale-skinned young woman wearing very high spike-heeled black thigh-high boots folder down just below her groin, and a black triangle hat. The shapely young cunt was otherwise completely nude, her flared cunt fully prepared.

“For a demonstration of Ay’rhab’s remarkable skill, control, and power with the blade, we will now demonstrate the Three Chop Drop, something so terrible and complex to perform, that none of us has ever witnessed it!” Two overhead chains, far apart, were lowered and attached to the woman’s wrists.

As they were raised to stretch her arms apart, the deceptively soft female voice continued, “Meet Susan, a journeyman chef at one of the City’s finest hotels. Susan began her career as a meat cutter at the hotel and was then trained as a chef. She was recruited from the gym where she works out five days a week.

“That regular energetic exercise accounts for her high level of fitness, despite her sexy voluptuous body. Doesn’t she look fantastic in this simple pirate costume? Isn’t she a knockout? It was such a waste to have her hidden in a white smock in the kitchen when she is such a voluptuous cunt, don’t you think?

“We found out her guilty secret when she joined a secret S&M club, a role-playing group in which she became a convincing whip-wielding Dom. It is going to be amazing to watch this shameless meat-cutting beauty entertain Ay’rhab’s sharp sword with her own outstanding meat!”

The audience applauded enthusiastically.

Chains were wrapped around the ankles of Susan’s thigh-high boots, and attached to hidden anchors in the floor, stretching her legs wide as the ceiling chains continued to pull until she could only touch the floor with the tiptoes of her boots, their spike heels still providing outstanding posture to her amazing lower-limbs.

Her clean-shaved pubic mound stood out tall with her generous inner cuntlips flared, showing she had been skillfully masturbated in preparation for her show, possibly by herself. Her tummy was pulled in under the strain. Her ribs were strikingly accentuated as she was stretched.

The indent of her navel stood forward on the slight curve of her strained tummy. Her impressive breasts bulged, and her firm stout nipples thrust out as brown peaks on her pale mounds. Men and women were openly masturbating in the stands at the sight of the incredible young female so openly on display, about to die a horrible death for their entertainment.

Karina once more entered the ring leading Ay’rhab by his penis ring. His scimitar was now in its belt hoop, and he had both fists wrapped around the handle of a giant broadsword. The audience gasped as they realized the power this weapon had in the right hands, as it clearly now was.

Karina released the cock leash and took her place with the other concubines. These ten women, their numbers depleted by two, and the four black male dancers formed a large ring of fourteen participants, all on their hands and knees. Each commenced working a pair of fingers into the rectum of the kneeling nude ahead of them.

They were commencing a daisy ring that was about to turn into a chain by means of successive insertions to perform deep anal fist fucks! Ay’rhab took a position behind the stretched naked body of the succulent Susan, and the audience gasped once more as he raised the mighty sword.

He spoke to Susan, taunting her, and as her head moved to the left the sword forcefully descended on her right shoulder, very close to her neck, and like a knife in butter, sliced downward through her shoulder blade, cutting cleanly through her right breast perfectly dividing the erect nipple, and cut down through her ribs to exit just above her right thigh.

Her right arm, bearing a substantial part of her right side now swung free! Moving in front of her, Ay’rhab raised the blade again, now with her blood dripping from it, and brought it down on an angle above her left hip, and cleanly sliced through her belly and buttock until the bloodied shiny steel emerged through her inner thigh just an inch above the fold of her high boot, which fell away sideways as the leg on which she wore it was completely severed.

Applause burst out, and the audience took a moment to see that now the participants in the daisy ring had now got their entire fists into the anus of the person ahead, and were thrusting with vigor while watching the carnage inside their ring. Karina had her fist deep into the colon of the blonde in front of her, her fingers finding their way through warm fecal material.

This proved to be the first thing tonight that she found to be disgusting. The black man behind her had his broader forearm buried as deeply in her, and his painful rapid powerful pumping continued its progress. They had to work fast at obtaining maximum arm penetration.

This was necessary, as they had been told this event would progress very rapidly. Karina found this anal fisting both painful and stimulating. Particularly with the entire ring of them joined! The ring of them supported by their knees and one hand, the other hand planted deep and fucking the asshole ahead of them.

Ay’rhab returned to the rear of the hanging woman he was butchering alive in large chunks. Susan’s shrill screams were noticeably reduced from the first blow removing half of her right lung, but her gasping sobbing was, although not as loud, easily as interesting in her extreme anguish.

The huge blade of the sword ascended once more, and Ay’rhab held it high above his head with it turned slightly. The living carcass before him had now only one arm and one leg. The three-corner hat had long since fallen, and her head was the only mobile part of the stretched bitch.

Ay’rhab closely watched the movement of her head as she threw it back and from side to side in her extreme agony, and at the precise moment brought the monstrous blade down for the third blow. He bellowed and ejaculated as the huge sword swung around, and entered her side above her remaining leg.

The swift-moving blade cut across her lower belly and through the hip, dropping the second leg and at the same time freeing the grossly amputated woman of her internal tangle of pulsing viscera. Susan’s bundle of guts swooshed down into a heap on the floor beneath her.

On a whim, Ay’rhab brought the blade upward rapidly under her remaining breast, and the fat ball of female meat flew up, freed, before splattering down and rolling across the Gore Floor. The abbreviated upper torso hung by one arm, and with a powerful flick of his wrists the big nude Turk, continuing, visibly increasing his impressive ejaculation, removed Susan’s beautiful head with his amazing double-edged broadsword.

The Gore Floor was now filled with the remnants of five beautiful women, who had starred in the most incredible version of a demolition derby imaginable. There is nothing more educational, entertaining, amusing, and sexually stimulating than to watch the total demolition of voluptuous naked women.

This was true even for female observers, Karina realized. Life was lived only once, after all, and not living it on the edge and from time to time stepping over artificially imposed limits meant it was wasted, like the lives of these gorgeous creatures. At least these lives were wasted with purpose.

The crimson curtain dropped to conceal the plexiglass-enclosed arena pit as the innocent naked children returned to serve the guests. The ten women and four men in the daisy ring of fist-fuckers withdrew their arms from the anus of the person ahead of them, and they scampered out of the ring to clean the shit from their arms and refresh themselves for the Least Likely event.

Karina took Ay’rhab’s penis leash and lead the giant lady-killer out of the ring, then joined the others to clean up and prepare herself for the grand finale. Everyone was speculating on which of the one hundred and ten eligible for the role would be the Least Likely chosen for the closing event.

THE LEAST LIKELY

Karina guessed the woman featured in the Least Likely event would be her boss’s wife since the beautiful young woman’s days were clearly numbered. He was already preparing a new replacement, a gorgeous innocent twelve-year-old, younger than any woman the others of his group had ever married. The wives and concubines of the thirty-eight new members were strangers to her, and she knew nothing of their standing of the likelihood any of them might be the surprised attendee.

At any rate, it would be interesting to see the big Turk playing an Arab do his destructive magic with his blade on whoever was chosen. She was amazed at the level of spectacular violence he created, and at how much it excited her. She was no prude and now realized how jaded she had become in welcoming the extreme bitch slaughter she had witnessed.

Her vagina was swollen and dripping from the sexual excitement that somehow kept increasing throughout this bizarre evening of sexually oriented bitch-butchery. Her anus ached, as it would for some time, from the occupation and violent fist fucking it had received as part of the entertainment in the pit.

Time passed slowly because of the anticipation, but at last the pretty young naked serving girls, their dildos wagging and their tight bare bums bouncing beautifully as they walked so erotically, confidently, and seductively in their striking high heels, were cleared from the viewing area to return to the safety of their green room.

All of the concubines were startled when a precocious nude ten-year-old wearing only her collar, her double-ended dildo in her hairless little vagina, and perfectly fitting spike-heeled shoes came into their green room. Her hose and garter belt had been removed, revealing the beauty of her bare legs. She was easily the prettiest child Karina had ever seen.

“I’m supposed to help with the Arab,” the charming little girl said, “Which one of you is the Arab?”

They all gasped at the thought of a beautiful little girl being the next to feel the blade. Three of the naked ladies involuntarily peed with excessive excitement at the prospect. At least the little girl matched the rest of the ladies in the clean surface of her groin, but she came by it naturally, as she was not yet old enough to grow even light threads of pubic hair, and to have to shave her pubic mound.

The child had light blonde hair, with curved bangs, and like the other serving children, her hair was professionally coiffed with braids curled around the top of her head then clipped with tiny red flowers, and long curls that spiraled down on either side of her gorgeous face.

She was wiry and fit, with a look of eager anticipation on her pretty face. Other than the overt sexuality of her outrageous presentation, she probably had no idea what this place was about. Seeing these women lounging naked in their waiting area would not suggest what went on in the pit.

The others filed into the ring, and Karina took the girl with her to fetch Ay’rhab. The child was startled to see the incredible muscular naked giant man before her. Her eyes fell directly on his huge golden cuff-bound testicles, severely stretched and spread apart by the inverted Y-shaped device.

Her eyes bulged at the sight of the monstrous ring-pierced circumcised flared head of his startling erection. The hugely sexual display of this monstrous brazenly obscene foreigner far surpassed anything she had ever seen before. She was clearly dumbstruck at the sight.

The child had apparently never seen a naked man before, and certainly not one on this scale. She appeared to be dumbfounded. He was a truly imposing figure with his swarthy frown, colorful turban, exceptionally developed muscles, imposing height, and the long, curved Arabic scimitar swinging from his belt, the only costume he wore.

A door opened, and a big black man appeared, of equal stature and musculature to Ay’rhab, and wearing only a full turban and a leather belt. He too sported a massive erection, and instead of a stretching and spreading cuff, similar to the display of the Turk’s gonads, his huge testicles swung free, but were both pierced by a large single steel ring from which a weight similar to a plumb bob swung.

The head of his penis also sported a thick piercing ring, to which a chain leash was attached. In his belt was a remarkably evil-looking scimitar, with light gleaming off the very sharply honed edge. He and Ay’rhab were in the same league, and likely performed the same kind of brutal bitch-butchery.

Karina picked up the end of Ay’rhab’s leash and put it into the girl’s hand, and without prompting took the penis-leash of the black giant. It appeared that the Least Likely killing would require the sword of two big butchers. The young girl stared in awe at the two nude giants.

”What’s your name?” Karina asked the girl.

“Marmi,” the girl said, taking tentative hold of the gold chain attached to the huge nude black man’s enormous penis, “My Mom’s really sentimental, just like lots of Moms are. Her name is Marina, and she wanted mine to be something like hers. Isn’t that sort of ridiculous?”

“That’s a very pretty name. I’ll bet your Mom doesn’t know you’re here, that you’re working bare naked, or that you have that big thing sticking out of your cunnie. Is this the first time you’ve put something into yourself like that?”

“You’re right, Mom thinks I’m at a school retreat. This really nice lady at the computer store hired me to work here and even gave me a note to give my mom that looked like it came from school. She said I’ll make lots of money for being bad, but all the other young girls are doing the same thing, and none of them know me, so it’s okay.”

Karina giggled.

“That’s a pretty serious dildo you have sticking out of your pretty little cunnie! It really spreads you, it’s so big. Does it feel good?”

“Putting this thing up into my cunnie is really bad, and the people really like it. It’s weird to walk with it in, especially with these high heels. They’re really cool, but this plastic or rubber dick is really stupid. When I came for my interview I was a virgin. The nice lady told me being a virgin wasn’t at all important to boyfriends.

“She said I had to stick this right up into me to prove I was really into it, into being bad in public, to be my own woman. The interview room had a big window, and there were lots of men and women too, watching me dig it into me to end my virginity. It was sort of gross, and it really hurt, but I had to do it because she said all of us had, to be paid.

“I mean I’m not just a little kid, you know, I’m already ten. The lady promised me that if I did a really good job and smiled all the time and everything, and walked really cool in these high heels, I could work here every month! I think it’s monster cool that these people like me so much being so bad, being able to do this.

“I mean it’s all about being bad, like a dare or something, and not letting anybody who knows you, like your parents and friends, know you did it. Only the people here, who don’t even know me, get to see me doing it. That makes it all right, doesn’t it? Like it’s just a dare.”

“You can take that big dildo out if you like. You won’t need it anymore,” Karina said.

The child happily complied. Her mind was racing to figure out how to make this go easy for the kid if she could. The child was going to be totally grossed out by what she saw in the pit, and it was vitally important she didn’t puke or do something vile like that.

She wasn’t sure how she was going to break the news to the innocent nude ten-year-old but knew it was necessary that Marmi have some idea of what she was about to witness. With two men now wielding lethal scimitars she had no idea how much worse it could get.

The Gore Floor was covered with the butchered remains of five women, and if she had no preparation the kid would go out of her mind. She decided she had to cut to the chase because there was so little time.

“Have you ever seen a real dead person?” she asked, “Not like in the movies, but I mean a real dead person, right up close?”

“Sure, when my Nana died we went to see her. She was in her coffin, but it was open and they had made her up and everything. It was scary at first, but not too bad when I got used to it. To tell you the truth, it didn’t really look much like her.”

“That’s good. I mean that you got used to it. It must have been pretty sad.”

“Ya, I guess so, but our family had to stay in the room for more than two hours while people came to see her, and after a while, it was no big deal. When she was alive, I only saw her a couple of times, because she lived in Bermuda and we didn’t visit too often. She came to see us once, but only for a couple of days. I didn’t really know her too well. I don’t think Mom and she liked each other that much.”

“That’s the important part, isn’t it, when you don’t know or like the person, like a friend or something. Have you seen movies or television news of people being really badly hurt, and killed?”

“Sure. I love horror films, like slash and gash movies. Like you mean like horror films and things, right?”

“That’s right. Well, do you have any idea what is behind that big red curtain?”

“I guess it’s something they don’t want us to see because they always move us out of the stands and lock us in our green room before the curtain goes up. It must be really dirty, like striptease or even intercourse fucking or something really awful.”

“Well, that’s not quite exactly right. It’s because what goes on in the arena pit is like a real horror film. Except it isn’t a horror film, it’s really real. Bare naked ladies getting hurt really bad, as bad as in any horror film you’ve seen, and it’s absolutely real. They die, just like in the movies.”

“Holly cow! You mean like they really kill them in there? Are they making a shock movie? I thought that stuff was always faked in the movies!”

“No, not a movie, but a live show because the audience you’ve been serving wants to watch it. That’s why they’re here. But they’re really, for real, being killed! That’s exactly right. Bare naked. Can you take that, I mean, seeing it really happen, while it’s happening?”

“Wow! I don’t know, I guess so, I mean I don’t know them or anything, do I? Or do they know me?”

“No, of course not. They’re just like the young girls you work with, all strangers, all from different places. Nobody knows anybody here. What happens in Vegas stays in Vegas. Just pretend you’re going onto the set of your favorite slice-and-dice horror movie while it’s taking place, or actually being made.”

“I love those. Is this Las Vegas?”

“That’s just a figure of speech. Nobody tells anybody what happens here.” As she said it Karina realized this kid was about to be as committed to this outrageously amazing place as she was. There would be no backing out for either of them.

“I might scream,” said Marmi, “I always scream at horror movies. It’s such a rush to scream!”

“I think they would expect you to, so it will be alright. You can even pee if you want, just don’t puke!”

“That’s silly. I never puke at movies. But if it’s too exciting, sometimes I pee my panties. Sometimes I don’t even wear any panties to horror films, because I know for sure I’m gonna pee.”

“Well, this isn’t any movie, the violence you’ll see is real. The blood is real. The gore is real. Beautiful young ladies die, cut up into chunks of meat! I mean they’re really just very beautiful animals, really. The first thing you’ll see …”

Karina was cut off by the voice announcing the upcoming Least Likely presentation, which should be the show slaughter of the woman who was supposed to be the one least expecting it. She didn’t know how that could work, because this was all so new, but guessed anything was possible.

“We have to go in now, Marmi, so brace yourself, and when you see what’s in there, you can scream all you like, and pee, too! Since you’re not wearing panties, you can poop too. It’s really bloody, the way you like it.”

Marmi pulled on the leash, and the strange pair led Ay’rhab and the giant black into the arena. Nothing could have prepared Marmi for what she saw, but Karina’s introduction helped. The floor of the arena pit was strewn with gore and naked butchered female carcasses.

When Ay’rhab and the big black were through the door it closed, sealing them all into the arena. Marmi was, as expected, screaming at the top of her young lungs. Nothing, even Karina’s weak attempt at stealing her, could have prepared the naked ten-year-old girl for what she was now fully exposed to.

Karina glanced around, alarmed that there was no other living person in the pit. Who was to be the Least Likely? A shiver ran down her spine as she was struck with the stark realization it would be either her or the little girl. Had Marmi been recruited to replace her? That made no sense.

Nearest them was the first post that had been used, now lying on the floor, the left ankle of the split Lilly still chained to the big ring at one end. Stuck deeply and firmly into it, and standing upright, was the double-edged broadsword used to hack Susan into large chunks. Her blood, still warm, coated the big blade, as well as much of the floor around her.

Then the door opened once more, and Karina was relieved that another woman was thrust into the arena pit. It was the blonde bimbo in the silk print tube dress, the new young wife she had seen enter the facility at the beginning of the evening. Clearly a fully deserving young cunt.

Karina remembered the young woman was a chatterbox, but nothing like what she became when she entered the pit. Thank God it was another woman who had been selected. She was sure she was unlikely to be chosen until she remembered the name of the closing event. Now she was certain, and with great relief, that her demise was not imminent.

“What the fuck are you doing? I don’t belong in here!” the blonde bimbo screamed. “This place is totally disgusting!! What you’re doing here is really pathetic, you know that? Fucking pathetic! I need another drink!! This is really sick! It‘s nothing but a fucking killing pit, for butchering captive women, not fucking wives!!”

Her performance was perfect. The blonde bimbo wife sounded as profane as she looked.

“I don’t give a fucking shit about these cheap cunts you’re killing,” she continued, “But what’s the fucking point? Charlie promised me this show was going to be really exciting!! That mother-fucking Arab is nothing but a fucking bitch-butcher! This is like a school trip to the fucking slaughterhouse!!”

Karina realized the woman, no more than twenty-two years old, had probably been on such a trip not that long ago. She feigned as Ay’rhab reached and grabbed her forearm and lifted her in the air by that slender limb. With his other hand, he drew his scimitar and stuck the point into her armpit until he drew a shrill scream and blood.

With a steady pull downward, he carved a shallow trench in her side, little more than a deep scratch, parting the material of her thin dress, her uplifting bra, and when he reached her hip, the side of her tiny panties. When he finished the long cut, the bitch’s clothing fell away, leaving her in her heels and nothing else.

He dropped her, and as soon as she hit the floor she bounded to her feet. The sexy-looking naked bitch bolted, but the black blocked her way. She spun around, confused, frantically seeking escape. She swung around, facing Ay’rhab. Her move displayed to everyone the razor-thin red line down her side.

In a sudden, unexpected flash his big scimitar whistled through the air, and on contact slashed cleanly through her waist, dividing her completely in half! Marmi screamed, but more from sheer excitement than from horror. She loved seeing this kind of violent action and didn’t connect it to reality.

Before the blonde bimbo’s halves hit the floor, or she had time to lose consciousness, the black’s blade was out, and in a single incredibly powerful blow, smashed down through the top of her head, cut down through her neck and between her breasts, emerging through the gore dangling from her upper half, just as cleanly dividing her upper body in half vertically.

From the opening of her bitching mouth to berate the event to her total demise took exactly forty-seven seconds. In another two seconds, Ay’rhab’s blade was back in the flat leather hoop on his belt. Karina picked up the leash from the big Turk’s penis leash and turned to lead him out of the pit.

MORE TO COME

Karina did not know the evening’s entertainment fare was not yet over. She heard the quiet swoosh of Ay’rhab’s blood-lubricated scimitar coming out of its sheath, and in the next instant, she felt a sharp pain in her lower back. She screamed as the giant curved blade slid through her torso, its tip emerging below and to the left of her navel. She had been stabbed clean through! She was suddenly the Second Least Likely Woman!

Ay’rhab pushed her forward, over to the vertical post that still held the chin-spiked heads of her two associates. Two of the other concubines had replaced the post so that it once more stood vertically. Without ceremony, Ay’rhab thrust the tip of the blade that was lodged in her lower body firmly into the beam, holding her fast by pinning her to it like an exotic insect. She did not feel like a butterfly!

He then turned his attention to the petite but shapely naked figure of the ten-year-old Marmi. He grasped the beautiful young girl by the waist, spun her around, lifted her, and rubbed the ring-pierced head of his massive erection between the spread cleavage between her firm round buttocks.

Holding her waist in a single huge hand, Ay’rhab used the other to probe the child’s anus with his finger. He worked it into her tightly puckered starfish, moved it around, and then slid a second large finger in beside the first. Massaging and twisting the tight closure ring of her pretty rectum, he got the girl muscle commonly known as a boy-cunt to relax.

Then holding her hips with both hands, he moved her buttocks over the ring-pierced head of his penis and with a startling thrust invaded her. He pulled the screaming child onto him, thrusting repeatedly to good effect, and she slid down onto his rigid stout penis, engulfing the entire length of his massive staff, its ring, and chain buried deep inside her grossly distended colon beneath the stout flesh-shaft.

He released her hips and grabbed her by the back of her neck, holding her in an upward position on his fully risen erection. To keep her balance Marmi wrapped her legs back around his massive thighs. He released her head and she was now able to remain upright.

The small girl’s head came up only to the level of his sternum, and she looked tiny mounted face-outward on the huge penis of the giant lady-killer, with the inviting ring of her little rectum impossibly stretched to accommodate his enormous shaft, the large ring, and his chain leash.

Ay’rhab pumped into her grotesquely stretched rectum with a rapid series of powerful strokes, and then he abruptly jerked her off his throbbing erection and spurted his seed in high arcs over her head. Karina had no idea how a male, particularly with his testicles so tightly bound, could produce so much semen over the length of an outrageous show like this.

Once more he turned Marmi around to face him and grasped her with his huge hands wrapped around her thighs. He lifted her over the handle of the vertical broadsword so that its blade now stood between her spread legs. He slid his hands down to her slender ankles and then pulled her forward so that her buttocks slid on the rough wood of the post, gathering slivers, until her pretty little cunnie kissed the bloodied gleaming steel of the sword.

Marmi squealed and tried to wiggle away, but the big hands on her ankles held firm, and slowly lifted her legs, drawing gently back. Her little hips were pulled upward, with her legs straddling the firmly planted vertical shaft of the broadsword. The naked child’s delicate quim slid up the sharp edge of the blade, taking it further and further into her most intimate meat.

‘Holy fuck,’ Karina thought over the shrill high-pitched screams of the child, ‘He’s going to gut the kid the hard way!’

The big black man moved behind the tortured girl, grasped Marmi’s forearms near her shoulders, and the two men lifted the nude child. With repeated lifting and lowering, they moved her groin against the big double-edged blade with a sawing action, which continually dug deeper into her meat, cut through her pelvic bone, and sliced a clean opening up the middle of her tummy toward her navel.

Girlie guts began to bloom through the opening, and at that point, the black dropped his end of the child. He moved beside Ay’rhab and took one of the girl’s ankles. With a huge man on each of her legs, the pulling became much more intense. The audience was going wild with the rapidly progressing exciting event.

Now instead of a sawing action, the men relied on brute force to pull the petite screaming young living meat farther onto the big sword, and it quickly became apparent they intended to cut the girl right up the middle, including moving the blade right through her screaming head!

The horrific screaming would be long finished before they completed their daunting task, but that mattered little to them or to the cheering audience. Ay’rhab had planted the tip of the big sword firmly into the wooden beam, and it held perfectly as they pulled the frame of the youngster onto it.

When the blade reached her sternum the men paused and pulled her legs further apart to facilitate the emptying of the beautiful nude child’s delicate pink viscera. Then, with an enormous coordinated heave, the giant men pulled on the naked little girl’s shapely legs with a steady force.

The audience was amazed to see the fixed vertical blade of the broadsword move up across her young chest, splitting the remainder of her torso evenly in two, bringing to an end her shrill screaming, and the mammoth blade continued up through her throat until the cruel steel spilled her chin and entire back-tilted skull, totally dividing the youngster completely and cleanly into equal halves.

Even in her desperate situation, with a scimitar through her lower belly, pinning her to a post, Karina felt a deep sense of lust, which exceeded the horror of what was about to happen to her. She was overwhelmed with a feeling of deep animal arousal, completely resigned to her fate, and now feeling a thrill that she was both emotionally and physically reduced to human meat!

Her gorgeous figure with her full firm breasts and her beautifully aroused cleanly shaved and displayed cunt, all of her beauty and sexuality now existed solely for the entertainment and stimulation of the gathered crowd! Their enjoyment would come from her desperate orgasm as she felt the blade!

She was going to die for them, cut into voluptuous chunks for their amusement. Her death would be no more than a small part of an evening of excessively violent butchery of gorgeous women, and she was thrilled that some of the people would likely be erotically moved to the point of orgasm from her gross destruction. She was pure meat, and this was how meat was produced! In her case, luscious woman-meat!

The CEO of her company, the man responsible for bringing her to this ludicrous position, had not mentioned whether the guests had advanced to the point they would be cooking and consuming the meat butchered here this evening, but it was of little interest to her since she would be long dead before that could happen. However, both the cooking and consumption were happening full bore in her imagination.

Because she could not avert what was imminent, she determined to thrust herself completely and eagerly into her new totally dehumanizing role. She was going to become dead fucking meat!! God, she felt HOT!! The two giant men paraded around the pit, each holding up by an ankle their half of the violently divided meat that had so recently been the child Marmi.

When everyone had taken the opportunity to observe the split halves of the diminutive form, now hollowed and bled out, her entrails and organs all removed from her pretty little carcass, they dropped her with the parted carcasses of the other bitches strewn over their collective viscera on the grossly bloodied Gore Floor.

The black giant grabbed Karina’s hair and lifted her to make it easier for Ay’rhab to extract his blade from the post and her torso. She felt a jolt of pain as the blade came out of her, and as she slowly spun in the black’s grasp, suspended by just her hair, she saw with shock that not only her blood but also bits of her flesh and gore had been caught in the sharp groves cut it the upper edge of the blade.

She saw that perceiving herself as a piece of meat was an accurate view of he new definition. These serrations on the monstrous blade were made to increase the severity of any wound made by the heinous weapon when thrust into a person, and she now saw how effective they were.

She raised, bent, and spread her gorgeous legs, thrusting her buttocks back to spread them and display her cunt and puckered recently fist-occupied anus to the audience as she painfully spun. This was how cunts on their way out should be displayed before slaughter, a future she saw was imminent.

They cheered and applauded her in their appreciation of the gorgeous executive assistant putting their enjoyment ahead of anything else. Karina was now viewed as a true professional, in every possible sense. The bitch was writhing in erotic agony, experiencing an outrageous orgasm in the heat of her own impending dismemberment and slaughter.

She lowered her lower limbs to momentarily rest them, then she once more spread her incredible legs, bending her shapely knees thirty degrees, pointed her feet backward to best display her gorgeous feet in the spike heels, and then thrust her pelvis forward, to open her cunt.

This was a rehearsed move, one she had done lying back on her bed many times, anticipating being presented for a session of erotic butchering. This move presented the most intimate beauty of her vagina as obscenely as possible. Karina the bitch was a true performer and was determined to give this demented audience their money’s worth.

They wanted filth; she would show them how filthy she could behave! She lifted her left bent leg to provide an outstanding view of her vagina as it gently spread, and she sent forward a strong spray of urine as she slowly rotated, that splashed and bounced as it hit the floor, wetting the feet and legs of her nude ball-pierced tormentor.

Extending the display of lewd behavior, with a heavy thrust her rectum opened, and she produced a stout foot-long turd for them, demonstrating her digestive tract was still performing admirably. The audience responded with a cheer for the outrageous cunt entertaining them with the last performance of her eventful life.

Her heart leaped in her chest when Ay’rhab’s scimitar swung suddenly down, making contact with her raised leg below the knee, the sharp blade slicing as if though cooked ham as it slashed through the twin bones of her lower leg and calf, removing the partial limb and foot.

Reflexively she raised her right leg as if, too late, to protect the other, and the blade made a second violent descent, this time striking above the knee, and cutting cleanly through the femur, the largest bone in her body. This left her with most of a leg on one side and a stout fourteen-inch stump on the other. She had a new respect for the strength of this giant man.

Even in her intense agony, Karina remembered to keep her horribly damaged legs apart, well spread to maximize the audience’s view of her engorged open vagina. Her last spontaneous orgasm had begun, and further damage that was certain to come would simply increase her outrageous pleasure.

Ay’rhab’s blade struck again, this time with much more finesse and controlled power, hitting her mouth, slitting both cheeks back to her ears, and shaving off the top of her tongue. The black lifted her high as Ay’rhab dropped his scimitar and thrust his big hand into her enlarged mouth.

With unbelievable strength he jerked downward, not only breaking her jaw but breaking it off, tearing it from its connection to her skull. He ripped it downward, opening the front of her neck, then ripped it off, casting it to the floor. Her remarkable beauty was now permanently altered. Curiously, the dying bitch was still enormously attractive, now in quite a different way.

Ay’rhab picked up his scimitar and thrust its length down her opened throat. The blade in his powerful hand slid down between her lungs, missing her heart, and through her diaphragm and past her stomach into the inner tangle of her viscera. She couldn’t believe she was fully impaled on the incredible blade in the hands of the turbaned Greek monster posing as an Arab.

With an incredible and sudden jerk, he pulled the blade outward, breaking through her collarbones and the connection of her ribs, audibly cracking right through the small bones. He opened her in the front right down to her pubic mound, and with an extra heave cut through her pubic bone, extending the full-frontal opening to her gaping heat-distended cunt.

Karina’s bundle of pink and purple guts, rudely split open by the merciless blade and leaking their contents indiscriminately, tumbled out of her. Screaming at the top of her lungs, she grasped the opening of her torso just below her big breasts, her fingers feeling split ribs, and startled the audience as she jerked herself further open, speeding the loss of her internal stuffing.

This incredibly gorgeous and outrageous cunt was participating not only as a victim but also as an assistant in her own killing! Her kidneys and liver, with so much less restraint, now dangled out of the living bitch’s ripped torso by their own blood vessels and waste tubes. This messy human slaughterhouse was now littered with yet more bloody gore.

The black giant lifted her higher, and one by one, Ay’rhab sliced off her internal organs, including her ovaries, and flipped them into the air. They fell to the floor, splashing in accumulated gore as they landed. At last, he swung his blade across her waist so that only her upper half hung from the big black fist grasping her hair.

Ay’rhab slashed his scimitar through her neck, freeing her upper torso, which crashed onto her lower body and viscera on the gore floor. The black drew his scimitar, and tossing the damaged head into the air, hacked at it with a powerful blow, striking the eyes and dividing the tumbling head in two like a falling cocoanut.

Two of the remaining executive assistant/concubines tossed their biscuits, and without pause, Ay’rhab and the big nude black swung their swords in unison and whacked those two striking nudes in half at the waist. Most of the other dancing girls urinated from the shock of what had just happened, but all of them kept their gag reflexes under control, clearly upon pain of death.

POSTSCRIPT

Once they had been sent to accounting for billing, sales sent all incoming orders for classified ads to the writers’ office. Jason posted the five e-mail messages together and forwarded them to the other ads editor with whom he shared the ‘help wanted’ advertising room at the Times-Tribune.

They both worked in the same small office, but rather than print them, he added some new and surprisingly very similar ads to to her computer. That way she could write and edit the digital copies, making things much easier. When finished she would pass them along digitally to the editor, who would skim them and pass them on to the composition department.

“Check the incoming,” he said, “What are the chances of five major companies with their head offices here advertising for a new executive assistant to the CEO, all on the same Monday?”

Amara, his bright and beautiful colleague, turned her head, fascinated with what he had just said.

“Very Interesting,” she said, “Thanks for bringing it to my attention. It does seem odd. I’ll check it at lunch. The newsroom is short, and I’ve been given a piece to check on the alleged child abduction story. Did you hear about it?

“No, but it sounds serious.”

“A woman was seen approaching a kid, and the person who reported it said it looked like the lady talked the girl into getting into her car. Duuhh. That’s what mothers do when they pick up reluctant kids. It looks like a no-brainer on the surface, but that’s not all.

“The thing is, how many moms have out-of-state license tags on their car? This is the fourth such story in the past month. All of the cars were dark sedans. Four out-of-state women with dark sedans, abducting little girls is more than a bit of a coincidence. Why would someone, particularly a woman in upscale clothes, driving an expensive car, want to collect little girls?”

“That’s all you have to work with?”

“That’s all,” she sighed, “I hate this nonsense. I should maybe look at one of those five exec-sec assistant jobs!”

Amara swung her gorgeous legs around and got to her feet, grabbed the information she had printed, and walked toward the newsroom, her high heels clacking on the tile floor.

Jason watched her tight short skirt sliding on her perfectly shifting ass with her very feminine walk. That was an ass as classy as the great figure and face that went with the package. In his imagination at least, Amara wore no panties or bra. He hoped one day he would have the courage to check it out personally.

He didn’t know how long he’d survive this job without her around to admire, with her bulging bosom, waspish waist, fabulous ass, and that cock-teasing walk, particularly viewed from behind. Sharing an office with Amara was the one amazing perk that kept him at the newspaper.

Oh well, back to the task at hand, laying out ads to help large companies in their quest to find highly qualified cunts to be executive assistants! Being alone in the office, he took the liberty of pulling out his erection and stroking it swiftly to ejaculation as he thought of powerful women who could be executive assistants.

They’d be pretty hot, he thought, spurting his semen onto the floor under his desk. He liked the temporary aroma of his own sperm, which dried within an hour, and once dried was almost invisible under the desk. He knew the cleaning girl, a gorgeous and illegal brown-skinned Eritrean fifteen-year-old, never looked when she mopped under the desks.

As he thought of her, he decided he’d drop back to the office after grabbing a burger after work, and enjoy another exciting rape of the pretty young and defenseless girl with her perfect brown complexion. He got into this lovely girl’s cunt at least twice a week, and the illegal little beauty had no way to prevent the rapes if she wanted to keep her job.

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Amara was more excited by what she saw in those very similar ads than she could let that immature young man she had to endure in the ad department know. He was far too naïve to know about the real expectations and experiences in store for Executive Assistants, who were among the most sexual creatures on the entire planet.

If they were willing to provide sexual favors to their boss and his friends, they could become wealthy quite soon, making triple the advertised salary. She e-mailed her resume to each of the advertisers for a new Executive Assistant, along with a special photo of herself.

She had gone not directly to the newsroom, but to her locker, changed her clothes, and went to the photo department. A friend owed her a big favor, and she cashed it in. She got him to take a special shot for her, a portrait of sorts. She had changed into red spike heels and a matching red micro tube dress that revealed more than it covered.

She wanted an attention-grabbing digital photo she could attach to each copy of her resume she planned to send as e-mails. Amara wanted action and was looking for instant results. This particular shot was not the standard type of portrait. It was to capture the imagination and show she was loved attention.

She had brought with her the senior photo editor, who always dressed impeccably, a man who always pinched her ass whenever he passed her in the hallways.

“I need to give you what you’ve always dreamed of,” she said, “I’ll give you a special blow job, and need a photo of it, without showing your face, just from the waist down.”

He was in. In the photo, she was on her knees. in profile, with her head turned toward the camera, holding what appeared to be a businessman’s rigid penis deep in her mouth. The image did work perfectly, doing what she expected it would. She immediately received five invitations for job interviews.

Some basic groundwork in the research told her which of the invitations to accept, and now she was in the office of the Chief Executive Officer of the company she had selected, HotFlak Landmines Inc., a company that manufactured a killer of a product designed to shred the flesh of anyone within fifty feet of one when it was stepped on.

In a successful test in a market in Georgetown, Guyana, one such mine placed during the night by the test unit had killed 55 people, and seriously injured 285. Three pregnant women struck in the belly had promptly given birth to the loads in their distended abdomens, two of the emerging infants still alive, although the mothers promptly died while whelping.

That model spread flak so effectively and was such an amazing personnel neutralizer it became an instant best-seller. Amara loved the photos of the lacerated bodies, particularly those of the three pregnant women killed, and their big split bellies. She was embarrassed she came while the boss showed them to her.

Amara was now bent at the waist over the CEO’s large desk, the high hem of her short dress pulled up above her waist, her G-string panties on the floor between her wide-spread feet. She was leaning across the broad rosewood surface of the desk as the powerful industrialist.

He stood behind her, his fly open, and he measured the depth of her colon with his long rigid erection, its base firmly locked in the tight grip of her practiced rectum. Amara was an expert at satisfying the sexual cravings of a man, using either fuck portal. This man had remarkable endurance.

The boss had been pounding into her for nearly fifteen minutes, and when at last she felt his penis pulsing and pull out with a ‘pop’, she quickly turned and presented her gorgeous face to receive a warm ample wash of his creamy semen. It was more generous than she had imagined possible.

She was careful to keep her eyes wide open to bathe them in the white sticky fluid, blurring her vision but giving him the satisfaction of demonstrating total control over her. This job paid three times what she knew was the going rate, which was double what she got at the fucking newspaper ad department. She understood there would be some amazing experiences ahead of her if she passed the ‘acclimatization’ process.

Amara would have to prove her mettle, in a test which seemed to consist of simply attending a debauched dinner party. The boss told her she would have to demonstrate her sexual tastes before the guests in a satisfactory manner, revealing an appropriate attitude. He said no more than that, but she had a pretty good idea that she would be in her glory.

She understood it was to test her capacity for degeneracy. This was feeding directly into Amara’s motivating passion. She quietly shivered with anticipation as she dined with six couples, wealthy people who seemed to be perfectly normal. She knew they were examining her, and would determine her suitability.

The dinner was also quite normal, other than the fact that they were served by waitresses in their early teens, at most, in spike-heeled shoes, who were otherwise completely nude, their pubic mounds as clean as those of little girls. Everything else seemed to be very normal, other than the frequent references to a show pit. A pit seemed a curious place to conduct a show.

It sounded from the conversations to be something with which they were all quite familiar. Things changed when the serving staff cleared the table, and a nervous ten-year-old girl was brought into the room. She wore a pink frilly dress, white sox and paten leather shoes. She was lifted onto the table, stripped naked and bound, her limbs wide spread, lying face up on the tabletop.

Amara’s new boss raised a large butcher knife. “We need a volunteer to open her tender tummy and remove her piggly wiggly entrails”, he said. Amara, the thirteenth and only single person at the table, startled herself by immediately raising her hand. She was relatively new to this kind of extreme entertainment.

She had taken to it immediately when she had watched a nude boxer with brass studs on his lightly gloved fists attack and demolish a naked pig of a woman whose nude flesh bounced beautifully with each punishing blow. The sharp-edged studs added color as her breasts, face, belly, and every part of her rotund body were brutally battered and bleeding as she was mercilessly beaten to death.

The shocking announcement asking for a volunteer to gut the pretty bound naked child had her pulse racing, and she could not resist volunteering to perform the outrageous deed. With that simple move, the strikingly beautiful new employee Amara assured herself a very satisfying career with her new company.

Without knowing it, she also bought herself a chance to entertain quite soon in a show pit designed for acts far beyond her wildest imagination, in a facility owned by a secret organization she knew nothing about, but somehow belonged to, through her associated arms manufacturing company.

She stood, slid out of her heels, climbed up onto the table, and lifted the high hem of her ridiculously short sheath dress to her waist so that it uncovered her bottom, revealing to the guests not only that she wore no underwear, but also the highly aroused state of her waxed, moist and open vulva.

She was a very hot new find, and looked ready and eager to take the plunge! Amara enthusiastically took the knife, grasping the long handle in both her slender feminine fists. She raised it high above the stretched tummy of the screaming little girl, and in her excitement pissed on the prone child’s naked tummy and cuntlet.

This was living! She was fully aware that the abomination she was about to commit would change her life forever.

Not the end, but for Amara, the newspaper advertising assistant, a new beginning.