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Feature Writer: Regis
Feature Title: LADIES OF THE BLADE 4
Published: 10.08.2024
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 4
One of the more senior members of our group who was travelling alone accepted a pretty little ten-year-old East Indian girl as a sexual companion in trade for the vivacious redhead he had procured in Rome. The gorgeous escort willingly stepped forward, showing she was well used to being featured in activities at private parties.
When asked if she would be willing to display her uterus to the audience she smiled, stepped out of her petite panties and lifted the very short skirt of her silk sheath dress, revealing the clean mound of her vulva, with the protruding lips spread wide open as if ready for business. She was experienced at revealing her inner gonads to an expectant mixed audience.
She sat on a wooden chair and thrust her hips forward, flaring her outstanding cunt in full display. She then dug her fingers into her vagina in a valiant attempt to open it sufficiently to present a view of the pink pad of her uterus and the deep dimple of her cervix to the admiring watchers.
The cooperative redheaded woman had misunderstood what was asked of her. The Count’s staff brought forward a curious clear Plexiglas device that looked like an old-fashioned coal oil lamp. It had a three-inch-wide by eight-inch-long neck, then flared out to a ball a foot in diameter, that had on the other side a two-inch neck just a couple of inches long.
Had it been the glass from a coal oil lamp, that short section would have been the part to fit into the lamp. Instead, it was fitted with a thick hose from a gas-powered pump that looked similar to a portable generator. “This will help you in making the display,” the man holding it said.
The seated woman was handed the strange glass device, and instructed to insert the long three-inch shaft as deeply as she could into her vagina. She was surprised but she willingly complied. Her sex juices and some cum from a recent fuck were the only lubricant. Fortunately, she had the experience to prepare herself for any eventuality.
This was one she would not have anticipated. With an entertaining struggle she got the monstrous Plexiglas shaft inserted into herself its full length. It stretched her womb, it’s clear and shiny walls acting as a perfect reflector to reveal how her uterus pad bulged into the opening in the end of it, the cervix forced to open from the exertion and stretching.
A handler cuffed the beautiful redhead’s wrists to hoops low on the rear legs of the chair on which she sat, forcing her to remain with her groin thrust forward. A collar was placed around her neck and it also was attached securely to the rungs at the back of the chair.
Her long shapely legs were left free, but the large glass ball between them prevented her from putting them together. She was perfectly displayed in a strikingly obscene pose with her short skirt raised around her waist, and her beautiful cleavage accentuated by the acute bend of her back.
Her beautiful mouth was left unencumbered to allow her to scream at will as the motor was started, and a vacuum was slowly created in the large Plexiglas ball. A simple rotating metal sleeve on the hose allowed control over the force of the vacuum so that the drawing force on her uterus was entirely at her handler’s discretion.
The handler encouraged her to buck her shapely hips in a wild copulation motion, to attempt to force the thick Plexiglas tube out of her womb. This was an obvious impossibility with the vacuum drawing it further in, but her eager attempts to comply produced an appealing dance, appreciated by the spectators.
The handler slowly but surely turned the sleeve to increase the draw, the hose tightened, and our cocks became rigid upon observing the action. We watched in fascination as the exhibited woman’s womb was strained, and the inner gonads of the hysterically screaming young lady began to gradually emerge.
I noticed the other escorts were smiling nervously, attempting to appear enthused as they realized they too were possibly going to personally experience some physically damaging treatment sometime during the weekend. The platinum blonde I had hired was smiling obediently, but averting her eyes.
The redhead had become as close a friend as was possible in such a competitive profession, in which the women usually worked alone. I put my hand on her knee and squeezed it gently to reassure her, and she appeared to relax. Reassurance by her sponsor was important to her.
The pink meat in the tube began to move into the large glass ball, and as it did the cervix spread further, impossibly stretching under the increasing strain, until at last the little entrance to the core reproductive organ flared open, and the inner organ inverted, being drawn inside out as her entire uterus folded into the ball.
We cheered as we watched the beautiful woman’s ovaries, like little wings on either side of the inverted organ, swell and then, one at a time, beautifully explode as they were drawn into the vacuum. The handler reduced the pull momentarily to allow the distressed woman to catch her breath and restore reserve, and then he slid the ring again.
This increased the pull on the emerging female gonads. We were provided an exceptional view of a woman’s cunt not normally available. As the tortured bitch’s vulva emptied itself into the ball, spurts of her blood jetted across the inside of the ball into the hose, and it became clear the damage we were enjoying was permanent, not repairable.
The gorgeous redhead was involuntarily sacrificing the entirety of her reproductive equipment for the entertainment of the Count’s guests and, to a somewhat lesser degree, her associates. Again, the vacuum was increased, and the beautifully inverted organ jerked forward, further into the glass ball.
As the unfolding continued, the organ became fully distended, and then we could see that what was following it and moving through it, crossing the ball to enter the thick vacuum tube was her large intestine. Her uterus and ovaries were now removed, and the vacuum continued to pull and suck.
We were delighted to see the gorgeous young redheaded lady strapped to the chair, her dress hiked up over her hips, being slowly but steadily eviscerated through her vagina! This was the kind of sport one would usually only envision in wet dreams, but now it was unfolding in front of us.
As the bizarre disembowelment continued for several moments, a woman used scissors to remove the redheaded bitch’s dress. She wore no bra so her large bulbous breasts were also revealed. The diameter of the gut emerging from her inverted uterus became thinner, marking that the small intestine was now leaving its warm internal home.
This reduction in the volume of her internal pack of offal was reflected by a gradual reduction in the girth of the bitch’s already slender waist. Having her body bared gave us a wonderful view of the gentle bulge of her tummy, which was now concave, and her sides appeared to narrow.
As several feet of her small intestine passed through the ball, I realized that when all of her gut had been removed and her stomach was pulled downward in this process, which was the natural progression, the internal bag of a food storage unit could not reach down to her groin because it was also attached to her trachea, which was much stronger than her gut.
Something would surely have to give. The gorgeous victim impressed us with her strength of character as her screams increased, and her shapely bare legs in her spike heels bucked and twisted her torso, then suddenly her shapely legs kicked violently, revealing her outstanding fitness in response to the mindless violence being done to her.
She was experiencing a lifetime of pain and discomfort, all of it condensed into just several minutes. Best of all, we all recognized that when her stomach was drawn taut between her intestine and her trachea, something would have to give, and the result would permanently terminate her ability to deal with food.
I was sure she would have no opportunity to enjoy food again anyway, so her digestive tract, entirely removed, would be of no further use to her. The lovely lady provided to entertain us with her demise on our flight would be reduced to a beautiful naked carcass well before the big jet aircraft landed in St. Petersburg.
That was precisely what happened. Her stomach soon followed her intestines through the tube to the vacuum’s container, and at the end of it was her torn trachea. Her entire reproductive system as well as her whole digestive system was now removed, leaving only her internal organs such as her liver, kidneys, lungs and heart inside her torso.
That was not enough for her to survive, and the gorgeous naked young eviscerated redhead cunt died as we watched, to the thunderous applause and cheering of the crowd. I couldn’t help but ejaculate onto the floor under my table as I watched her shapely nude carcass twist and heave as she left this life for the unknown beyond.
END OF CHAPTER FOUR