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Feature Writer: Regis
Feature Title: LADIES OF THE BLADE 2
Published: 30.07.2024
Story Codes: Erotic Horror
Synopsis: Sixteen wealthy businessmen, all clients of the unnamed (for obvious reasons) Count, are flown to his private island retreat where they are treated to a series of satisfying shows that feature the disassembly of gorgeous naked women. The flight is long, and the entertainment begins en route. Not for the squeamish.
Ladies Of The Blade 2
We were to enjoy viewing the production of a new reality game show that like all of his productions, greatly exceeded any of the network shows in risk, violence the ultimate conclusion. Not only did his shows eliminate any safety precautions, but they were carefully designed to maximize the risk for the striking female participants.
At stake would be their lives, and the show was always designed to ensure that the game was not finished until all of the comely competitors had been mercilessly killed in novel and horrific fashion for the entertainment of a live audience. The invitation we had received, with instructions on how to prepare, was titled Evil Reigns! and our expectations were high. We were not to be disappointed.
Aboard the Count’s 747 six tall, slender raven-haired nude flight attendants wearing only bright red 5-inch heels, matching red studded leather collars, and a slender red leather strap around their waist, served us. They moved with their backs arched seductively, emphasizing the length and erotic shapeliness of their long legs.
With this unnatural posture, their full breasts were thrust forward and their buttocks thrust back exaggeratedly, causing them to spread, revealing the pocket of their anus and the bulge of their cleanly shaved vulvas with the generous lips extended freely, with the edges painted bright red as were their nails, lips, and nipples.
Each of them wore an inch-wide ring in her anus, stretching the tight rectal opening to afford a view of the moist pinkness of her inner colon, and a three-inch ring inside her distended vagina, to show off her fuck-muscle, revealing to all that her remarkable sexual beauty was more than skin-deep.
A plastic catheter tube came out of their urethra, and the three-foot length was looped so that the end was tucked neatly into the slender leather strap around the stewardess’s waist. We were anxious to see how these tubes into their bladders were to be used. Two possibilities occurred to me, both of them fascinating.
These black-haired beauties could have been high fashion models, except for their full firm breasts. Mammaries fuller than a small saucer were a curse for runway models, and their only chance for work in their profession was either in the pornography industry or, the much-preferred option, to work private events such as this flight.
Although they worked in the nude and did not get to wear Haute fashion other than the expensive red strap high-heeled shoes, the images of their well-flaunted genitalia were not spread around the world on the internet as those of porno queens were. Their privately displayed physical assets were fully appreciated by small but influential audiences, and the pay was likely very good.
Our shapely naked stewardesses were well-trained for their work. All of these beautiful women in their early twenties were fit, and their rich tans revealed they had recently spent time frolicking nude in the sun, probably in a tropical climate, judging by the depth of their tans.
With their buttocks thrust back the long-legged ladies walking in their very high heels were extremely provocative, and little brass bells that swung from gold grommets in their distended vulva lips tinkled in time with similar bells that dangled in pairs from rings in their enlarged erect pierced nipples as they moved, providing a wonderful lightness to their presence.
The highly attractive nude ladies served us a marvelous meal of rare roast beef, and as a novel feature, placed their catheter hose into our glasses and urinated a vintage crimson pinot noir from their freshly loaded bladders, lightly scented with the amber product of their kidneys.
Only twice before had I had the opportunity to experience a rich red wine with just a touch of fresh female urine to add character to its bold flavor. In that case, it had been produced by well-trained six-year-old naked girls, at a party thrown by an associate of the Count’s, who knew how to entertain.
I had learned with my first sampling of bladder-loaded wine the secret of a perfect serving of amber wine. It was to load the young woman or child’s bladder with white wine an hour before she was to serve and to have her drink a glass of wine as she was being loaded.
This would ensure she could produce enough of her essence to properly season the expensive wine she would serve to guests by peeing into their glass. If she were loaded two hours prior, her urine would begin to dominate, providing wine-flavored piss, and in less than an hour the effect of the blend would be incomplete.
Wine properly served from the bladder of the wine waitress was improved by her lightly acidic contribution, and I had discovered drinking such an intimately served beverage to be a taste quickly acquired. Young women were fine, but I preferred the essence filtered through the kidneys of a little girl.
When we had finished the lavish meal, topped with brandied peach halves, cunningly carved into the form of realistic female gentiles, the six nude attendants cleared the tables, refilled our glasses, and withdrew. For a warm-up act, a pair of nude athletic muscular men in their late twenties entertained us.
These two studs demonstrated the finer points of extreme boxing. Unlike the public sport, this bout had no rules, and no restraints. They wore only tight leather fingerless gloves, with the leather dried, then roughened with a coarse file, and finally hardened, to cause bleeding abrasions with every punch.
They wore boots and attached to the laces was a metal plate capable of causing significant damage with each kick, particularly if it were delivered to the opponent’s swinging testicles. The Count had put a male exhibition first on the card to help put at ease the young lady escorts.
It was one thing to watch nude athletic men engaged in unbridled combat, or in cock-fighting, as it was appropriately called, as their erect penises were commonly used for a groin-hold, where no mercy was to ever be shown, but as interesting as that was, it was quite something else to see a pair of naked young and fit women in the same situation.
There would be enough of that to follow. He gave the nude fighters their single instruction: their objective was to kill their opponent, and the only stipulation was that the victor would also be killed if he was not anally copulating with his opponent when he delivered the death blow.
That put an intriguing twist to it. These men were professional extreme fighters, and what was proposed did not occur to them to be a homosexual act. Although they had only fought in public arenas before this, wearing sturdy shorts covering a solid genital protector, they firmly believed that mastering their opponent in any manner, including public buggery, was simply a sign of total domination.
Neither showed any signs of feeling vulnerable with their gonads on display since all of their extensive training was that the best defense was offense, and both saw the other’s swinging testicles as an imperative target, providing the opportunity to down the opponent with a powerful strategic kick.
Nothing was more effective in rendering an opponent helpless, at least for a few minutes, than a crushing kick to the gonads. Both men had been given substantial doses of sexual stimulants. The results were impressive. They were both sporting enlarged swinging testicles and imposing raging erections.
They both displayed thick droplets of pre-ejaculate fluid that emerged and dangled from the tips of the flared heads of their very large circumcised organs as they sparred for position. These were penises that would make any man proud, and make any woman pleased to be fucked by them, front or rear.
Both of these sturdy, wiry fighters were equipped with unpadded leather gloves with the fingers open, and fitted to the knuckles of the gloves were brass studs. These were sufficient to cause severe brain damage with a powerful and well-placed blow to the temple. Both intended to provide such damage to the other before mounting him.
Discretely placed guards armed with powerful oversized tasers ensured the men would focus on their battle and not endanger the guests who sat around the open space, ready to enjoy a male fight to the death. The Count’s ability to satisfy our wishes was never in doubt, and excitement built as it became obvious these men were about to do extreme violence to each other.
Two new women replaced a pair of the stately naked waitresses. Although they were taller and better muscled than the waitresses, they were similar except for one remarkable detail: their arms had been removed, in their entirety, leaving only hollows at the shoulder where their upper limbs had been.
The Count maintained a staff of expert handlers who procured, managed, prepared, and trained his extensive stock of entertainers. He had on retainer a pair of skilled British surgeons, one specializing in orthopedics and the other an exceptional plastic surgeon, who altered women to his instructions.
He had built private hospitals for them, bearing their names, and in return, they altered and prepared ladies to order. These two creatures were classic samples of their work. Large gold rings deeply pierced the meat of each of their lower buttocks, acting as stirrups for the pretty naked eight-year-old girls who rode them.
Both of these gorgeous young women acting as mounts had had their cheeks pierced, well back, and brass bits had been inserted through these healed holes with reigns attached so that their young riders could control them. Some of their rear teeth, upper and lower, had been removed to accommodate the bits.
These specially and ingeniously designed bits also served to restrain the use of the tongue with a wide flat curved tongue depressor, rendering the ladies wearing them mute. Wearing them, they could only produce a sharp squeal, which proved to become frequently necessary.
Their hair had been shaved off the sides and back of their heads, with only a two-inch strip of long locks left intact along the top of their heads, giving them natural long flowing mains, like a Mohawk cut. Their spike-heeled shoes ended at the toes in the shape of a horse’s hoof, adding to their bizarre appearance.
Their saddle was simply a broad leather belt, which had sticking up on the back a pair of posts, one to fit the vagina and the other to slide up into the anus of the little girls, holding them in place by the little fuck holes in their groin. It was both simple and elegant, to keep the little darlings mounted.
One of the nude little girl riders was a pretty blonde, the other a redhead, matching the hair color of their human mounts. Their hair was attractively coiffed, piled up on top of their heads with curled twists on either side of their cute faces, leaving their lean necks encircled with studded red leather collars fully revealed.
The beautiful little girls held the short reigns in their left hand while in their right they grasped a particularly vicious riding crop, which served two purposes. The little whips were lined with sharp studs and could be used on the breasts, tummies, and thighs of their mounts to encourage increased activity.
These altered riding crops could also be used to ravage the naked meat of her young opponent in addition to the other little girl’s mount. Each of the children had a leather strap tied around her waist, and on it was a sheath that held a jeweled-handled four-inch dagger, easily capable of effecting a kill.
END OF CHAPTER TWO