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Feature Writer: Regis
Feature Title: MARNIE VS HELEN
Published: 24.11.2023
Story Codes: Erotic Horror, Violence, Snuff, Young, NC
Marnie VS Helen
At the tender age of twelve, Marnie, short for her age, had a favorite trick she liked to play, excited by knowing it would shock people. She would go where there was a line-up to get into a movie. Theaters showing new movies usually had them, where people would line up half an hour before a show started.
She’d wear a long summer coat that disguised her, and also wear her hair up in a high-mounted ponytail, so she would not be recognized when she returned. She would set a coke bottle, full and with the top off, down on the curb twenty feet from the line-up, then walk away.
Two minutes later, after tossing her coat into an alley and letting her long strawberry-blonde hair down, she would come back. If a kid didn’t grab it, the bottle was still there. Now people would definitely recognize her if they saw her later, because of the tight jeans with the full-crotch zipper and the sexy off-the-shoulder blouse.
She wore the neckline so low that it revealed one of her pert nipples, although at twelve she did not yet have more than a gentle mound of a tit to support it. She wore spike heels and walked with a seductive sway that quickly got everyone to notice as the provocative child approached.
When she had everyone’s attention, she would stand over the coke bottle and pull the zipper on her jeans from the belt at the front to the belt at the back, leaving the crotch open, then squat down, which would part the jeans, exposing her hairless little cuntlet to her attentive audience.
Her maturing little vagina was now displayed through the stretched-open zipper because she never wore panties when she went down to the strip. What would be the fun of wearing these daring jeans with the full-crotch zipper open if she had panties on?
Marnie would lower her bare little pussy onto the long neck of the bottle, and drop onto it so that the slender bottleneck slid up inside her. When it was in as deep as it would go, the open end pressing hard against her cervix, she would stand up, gripping the glass shaft in her girlish hairless little quim, This grabbed and held everyone’s attention.
She would then casually grip the bottle in her little fist, pull it out, take a drink, making a show of tasting her own vaginal moisture, then grinning, she would then set the half-empty bottle back down on the sidewalk, casually do up her fly, and calmly walk away.
People were always too startled during her act to do anything but stare. The whole performance took her less than twenty seconds but provided the people in the line-up with a shocking experience they would remember long after they had forgotten the movie they had come to see.
She enjoyed the look of shock on the faces of the people in the line-up as much as they would enjoy their movie, and of course, watching the impish girl performing her naughty trick for them. What she got out of it cost her nothing more than the price of a bottle of coke.
She had started with her double life because of her willingness to take risks and do outrageous things for kicks. She came from a middle-income family that lived in the suburbs, but she and her friends would have a slumber party, where they would stay over at someone’s house.
That was the story they gave their parents. They would dress up sexy, as they called it, like street ladies, and go downtown to the strip where all the action was. They thought it was a hoot to spend the whole weekend on the street, and their parents were too busy to check them out.
She was just eleven when she and her friends had started getting in on the action, and by the third week, the young girls were all turning tricks for their ‘agent‘, a fourteen-year-old pimp. He was ebony black, very cute, streetwise, had a long and active cock he regularly used in them, and got them all the drugs they wanted.
Marnie didn’t do the drugs that much, because she got high just by doing outrageous things. Usually, she just had to fuck men, but she insisted on doing different things with them. She would insist men fuck her in her rectum, or that they bring along a friend to watch, or even to take part. She was always looking for the edge, just to make things more exciting and daring.
Her purpose was not purely for the entertainment value of her nasty stunt. It was when she did this trick that she lured customers, single men who lost interest in the movie and followed her seductively wagging ass as she walked casually into the nearest alley.
It did not go as the men hoped. Her young black pimp, or agent as he described himself, would be waiting, would strike a deal with the john at gunpoint, take his money, and she was on her own. Most of the men were too upset to fuck her, but those that did often took out their hostility on her, and she had to learn quickly how to defend herself.
One night a man she had seen in movie line-ups several times before, followed her after her bottle trick. The man, who was over thirty, as most of her customers were, and was not waiting for a movie, but for the sassy little harlot he’d often seen before, to do her obscene trick.
Before she got to the alley he was beside her, and he skilfully angled her over toward the curb. She was too preoccupied with the man who was not passing her to notice the sliding side door of a van was open, and as she passed, she was suddenly pulled inside the vehicle.
She was frightened at first, but the men were nice to her and took her to a small warehouse in an industrial area of the city. It was just two blocks from her father’s company, and she knew the district well. They entered the warehouse through a back door, which had no light over it.
Inside she was surprised to find more than fifty men and half a dozen women. The men who brought her took her into a small office and introduced her to a big friendly dog. She petted it, and was surprised to see the animal get an erection from the attention. The men offered her fifty dollars to have sex with the hound, in front of the people in the warehouse.
When she heard everyone would watch, she immediately agreed. She had never done anything so outrageous before, and to have an audience was more than she could have dreamed of. Marnie had learned about exhibitionism in Social Studies at school and knew that was what she wanted to be.
Doing dirty, shocking things with people-watching was so much fun that nothing else mattered to her. Being fucked by this nice big dog was going to be a lot of fun, and being paid for it was even better. As she was getting out of her clothes, she thought the only thing better would be if her parents were there.
The dog knew exactly what to do with the young girl; all she had to do was lie back on a big footstool with her legs spread, and the dog did the rest. She wore only her socks so that everyone could enjoy her nakedness. She enjoyed being naked in front of an audience so much she wondered why she hadn’t thought to do shows before.
The only thing she didn’t like about being fucked by a hound was that all of the people watching yelled encouragement to the dog and didn’t pay much attention to her.
They just kept screaming things …
“Plug the little bitch!”
“Give the little cunt hell, pooch!”
“Put the rocks to her, you mangey mutt!”
It seemed like it was all about him, and she was just a prop.
The dog gave her a really intense power fuck, and she thought it was much better at fucking girls than most men she‘d had sex with. The guys who hired her for sex usually wanted to do it in the dark, on top of the blankets on a narrow sagging over-used cot in some flee-bag hotel.
The dog got really excited as the fucking progressed, and her head was bobbing with the powerful humping action suddenly the sexy strawberry blonde wig with all the curls she‘d bought to disguise her true identity on the street scene fell off, revealing her own tumbling blonde hair.
“My God, that’s Marnie Williams, Betty and Roy’s daughter!” a woman shouted.
She looked in shock through the crowd, and there were her parents’ neighbors, the Browns! She was so shocked she lost bowel control and she shit herself, bringing peals of laughter from the audience.
Marnie had never dreamed those nice people would ever be in a place like this. What would they tell her parents? She could never go home again. This was terrible. She was a straight-A student in school, and she now realized her life at home was totally ruined.
Marnie knew she would never be able to face her parents. That Mrs. Brown was such a busybody she would tell for sure. Maybe they’d be too embarrassed about being here to tell her parents about it. That was a gamble she was not prepared to take. She could never go home.
Marnie looked the other way, wrapped her legs around the big dog, and fucked all the harder. The animal howled as it pumped its spunk deep into her clinging little cuntlet. She lifted her hips and thrust against the big animal, and squealed with faked delight as she had seen women do in her pimp’s porno videos.
She had never seen one with a woman making it with a hound, but she figured it was all very much the same thing. These people wanted to see her getting it on with the dog, and her aggressive hip thrusting had them cheering her and the dog on. This was an easy way to make a living, for a twelve-year-old, and it got her some recognition at the same time.
When everybody had left, Marnie sat on the office floor, dog cum dribbling out of her cunt, with the dog sitting beside her, its penis still unsheathed. The men who had brought her came in, paid her, and offered her a ride back to the street where they had picked her up.
She sat with her head between her knees, sobbing quietly.
“I can’t go back,” she said, “Those people know me. They’ll tell my mom and dad!”
The men looked at each other, and their faces brightened. This kid, such a pretty little cunt, could be had. She was ripe for the plucking, and they knew exactly how to pluck such a vulnerable little pussy.
“Listen, honey, would you be interested in a full-time career in show business, and the chance to travel?”
His penis began to stiffen in his jeans as he looked at the sexy little girl sitting cross-legged on the floor, mostly naked, with the parts that were important to him, her genitals, fully presented.
She had put her blouse on but had not yet put on her jeans, and her pretty little-girl twat, still dribbling the dog’s semen, was fully displayed. She lifted one knee and hugged it, but said nothing as she continued to whimper softly. The men liked the look of tears sparkling on the pretty faces of such young girls.
“We’ll take good care of you,” he said, “We pay all expenses, travel, food, accommodation, clothes, and everything you need. We even pay you. All you have to do is join our show. We need a little lady your age who hasn’t got her titties yet, who can really put out.”
He saw her relaxing her hold on her knee, and he bent down, put his arms around her, and lifted her in an embrace. He kissed her, tasting the salt of her tears as he probed her young mouth with his experienced tongue. She responded, as he knew she would.
His hands held her bare buttocks, and he moved a finger between her roound lower rear cheeks, probing gently between them for the dimple of her tender anus. She gently arched her back, opening her ass crack for him, and his finger found what it had been searching for.
“One thing, though,” he said as he teased the little nub, then slid the finger inside her tight fundament.
“You will have to audition first like we don’t just hire cunts off the street, but you could do that now if you really want to join us.”
He slid his finger out of her and lowered her to the floor.
He held firmly by her shoulders and looked her straight in the face. At the age of twelve, she was only four foot seven, and she looked up at him with her big blue eyes, her blonde curls framing her serious face.
“You can be great, and we can make it happen!”
“What do I have to do?” she asked.
“We need to see how well you can take it up the ass. Butt fucking of kids your age is an important part of our video business, and its also a big part of our live shows, and all the girls we think of hiring have to be able to do it. Get onto your hands and knees!”
Without hesitation, she did as he directed her. She was startled when, instead of taking off his pants for a free butt fuck, he called the dog. She was humiliated but did nothing to resist when the big dog once more mounted her, this time thrusting its penis deep into her anus.
Her bum was both educated and experienced, but it was never easy taking a prick in through the back door, particularly without preparation or any lubrication. The dog was not only big, but it had that damned ball that swelled up inside her to lock itself to her while it did extensive ejaculation inside her.
One of the men lay on the floor and pulled off his pants.
“Crawl over me!” he said, “I need your cunt positioned above my prick. We need to know how cooperative you will be. All the cunts that work for us have to do everything they are told, or else the show would fall apart.”
She knew a line of bullshit when she heard it, but these guys were making pretty good sense, at least to her, and she was definitely in a squeeze. She had got herself into it, but it was presenting her with an opportunity to do what turned her on, with a future built into it.
Marnie crawled carefully over the prone man, with the dog in tow, its penis firmly planted in her anus. She positioned her hairless little pussy where his penis could reach it, and spread her knees wider to accommodate him, while the dog was busy fucking her asshole.
While the man below her arched his hips and slid his penis into her tight cuntlet, the other man pulled out his erection and thrust it into her mouth. She moaned in fake passion as the three studs pumped into her, taking the errant little schoolgirl as if she was a seasoned whore.
Marnie’s path behind her had been cleanly cut, and now she wanted to see what the promises these men made would amount to. During the evening show, she had seen half a dozen women, all of them older than her and with full-grown tits, coming and going in various states of undress.
Some of them wore erotic or bizarre costumes, and often they were buck naked or wore only stiletto heels and a variety of sexy wigs. These entertainers were real professionals, and she wanted to see what it would be like to be like them. This was her big chance, and she was not going to blow it just because of the pain of having a dog rutting in her bum.
She actively humped her hips and her throat on the three fat stiff pricks driving into her, and she was so active in the triple-fuck that she brought all three studs to orgasm at the same time. To ensure she knew her place, the men pulled their spurting pricks from her to splash their cum onto her face and belly.
The dog also managed to jerk its prick out of her and spewed gobs of thick cum all over her back and ass. This was disgusting, but it was also outrageous, and it started a new stirring in her belly, the center of her passion. She passed the rigorous test and was in.
School and her life at home were behind her. She left her innocent friends and the stupid teachers behind for the excitement and the exposure of the hard-core live shows and the pornographic videos, with the cheers and applause of a live audience for her sexual daring.
The Sex Show the men owned traveled from city to city, and it even changed location within a city during a stay, to keep ahead of morality cops, in case anybody got offended and reported on them. It was all new to her but was not her first experience in show business or in making it with dogs.
Marnie’s first time had been in the cellar of the uncle of a friend of a friend of hers when she was nine. He had invited several kids over for a party, supplying all of the booze, as well as a few rows of coke. Marnie wasn’t big on drugs, but she was very good at drinking, particularly free booze.
All the kids had to do was take an active part in some daring sex things. She had been allowed to keep her clothes on at first but was told she had to suck off their host’s big cock while another man took pictures. She had given head to boys at school before, to lots of different guys, so when the man brought out some drugs, she performed with all the guys there, sucking off their stiff cocks and letting them ejaculate down her throat for the camera.
Then she was persuaded to take off her jeans and show her bare little pussy for close-up shots. The men convinced her to willingly pop her own cherry, ending her own virginity, which hurt, but it brought her cheers from all the men. She liked to be recognized, and she was the center of attention while she was performing her obscene act.
Then she was told to masturbate herself with a thick sausage. She did this obscene act with everyone watching her, pumping the fat frank in her newly-opened cuntlet and giggling as if it were more satisfying than a man.
She did all of this, three years ago, in exchange for a for a slender row of coke. Even at the age of nine, Marnie liked a good time that was really rude, and she knew that to have the good times she wanted, the really rude ones like these, she would have to pay the price.
The guy who had hosted the free party got her phone number before she left, and he had his daughter call her at home the next day. He got on the line and told her to come over to his place for a job. He said it would be real kicks, and he would give her more free drugs and some money just to cooperate.
He had her attention, and she showed up anxious to hear what he had to offer. He started with the drugs, and by the time the group of men arrived, she was wired. What she remembered was fuzzy, but she had images of the men arriving, and one bringing in a big dog that slobbered the whole time it was there.
They all went down to the basement, got drinks, and she did a strip tease for them. She had a good body for a nine-year-old, and she was proud to get naked and show it to guys who appreciated her as much as these guys did. They told her that even though she was really just a little slut, she was the sexiest slut they had seen in weeks.
This was a compliment from real men, who impressed her much more than the young boys not much older than her that she fucked around with. When she had finished stripping and was completely naked, the guy who owned the house brought out a big box filled with ladies’ high-heeled shoes, and he found a pair of red ones that fit her.
\She had put them on and danced for them, and she felt more sexy than she ever had before. Then she remembered climbing onto the large dog’s back and riding it around the room. She could feel its big muscles rippling through its short hair against her bare twat, and remembered being excited by it.
The animal’s fine coat was amazingly soft for such a big brutish-looking beast. Her memory was fuzzy, but she had a clear recollection of lying on her back across a table, with her butt dangling over the edge, and the hound mounting her and humping into her.
The fucking beast had slobbered onto her face with its disgusting drool as it did. As the dog fucked her, she remembered seeing a couple of guys with video cameras, recording everything, while the others, men and women, cheered the hound on.
She also remembered being on her hands and knees, with the dog mounted on top of her, humping seriously into her, pounding its thick dong against the back wall of her cunt. It was beauty and the beast time, and the big beast was painfully stretching her young twat with its enormous shaft.
She remembered the man strapping the spurs onto her high-heeled shoes, and riding the dog again, flapping a cowboy hat in the air and digging the spurs into the animal’s ribs and thighs. The beast’s reactions were equally clear. She remembered vividly that massive head swinging around, the jaws clamping on her arm, and being thrown through the air by that painful arm-hold.
Marnie had curiously remained calm and brave, probably because of the large dose of drugs, and she had actually fought the beast, which must have been trained to fight without killing because although there were several bite marks and puncture wounds all over her body, she knew that the animal could have easily ripped her gutted her.
She had no recollection of the fight ending but was aware of the muscular body of the dog in contact with her nakedness as they wrestled, and she distinctly remembered losing basic function control, because she let loose both piss and shit during the vicious girl/dog fight. It had been terrible, and she had awakened the next day in a private clinic.
She was aching from the forced beast fucking and bandaged from the terrible bites she had received. The guy came into the room with a bottle of soda and some comic books, and peeling off three twenty dollar bills, he gave them to her and told her she had earned them.
“You were terrific, kid!” he said, “I got another job for you in a week, if you’re interested. Stick with me, and we’ll both be rich in no time.”
The guy was nuts. She had never hurt so much in her life.
“Look, kid, I went to great expense to cover for you. I took your bike out of your yard and ran over it with my car. A few minutes ago I called your folks and told them to come and get you here. I said you had been hit by a car when you were on your bike and pushed into a barbed wire fence. I told them you’ve been unconscious since you were hit, and just told us who you were. I took a big chance for you.”
“Thanks,” she said.
Forty dollars was more than she had ever had before. Her allowance was two dollars a week
“So will you do the next job?”
“No!” she screamed. Her head hurt so much it felt like it would split, “You better leave me alone, or I’ll tell my dad what you did!”
“Take it easy, kid, remember, it’s all about what you did with the dog. I just thought you might like to make some real money and get some great drugs, at no cost. Think about it.”
She‘d never heard from him again but saw his picture in the paper a few weeks later when he was arrested for contributing to the delinquency of a child. He had been caught in a hotel room photographing a naked eight-year-old girl as she stood on her bed, her legs spread, and peed into a wine glass.
She hoped he went to jail for a long time, but at the age of nine she had no interest in newspapers, and she missed the coverage of his trial. What she didn’t know was that he had a crackerjack lawyer, and he got off scot-free, although the police now had a file on him.
666
During spring and summer, the sex circus traveled with a real circus and had a tent that went up inside a larger tent that was set up inside the main show tent. They operated only very late at night when the regular crowds had gone home, and only security lights were on.
With three layers of heavy canvas and lots of space as well, the inner tent was fairly well-soundproofed and secure. It was where the special late-night acts were put on strictly for invited audiences, illegal sex-oriented acts that earned the big money. This was where Marnie got to perform.
With the circus people, she learned the scams that made extra money and found that in each city they visited there were many men willing to pay out extra for the privilege of fucking a pretty twelve-year-old girl, and they showed her how to pass as a ten-year-old, which meant even more money for her.
She was lucky that her titties were late in sprouting, as she was still flat-chested. One of the young men helped her pluck the fair little hairs that started to grow in her pubic mound and under her arms. They were very fine, and would eventually put her out of business as a child sex star.
Right now there were very few, but every morning he checked her, and every day they found a little hair somewhere. His technique was unusual, but it worked. He convinced her the tongue was the most sensitive sensor on the body, and he used his tongue to check her cunt for hair that would reveal her age.
The boy was older, nearly sixteen, and he made Marnie and the grooming of her pretty little cuntlet his personal responsibility. He pushed two fingers into her cuntlet whenever he was about to pluck a new little hair with the tweezers, which he explained was necessary to hold her still.
He pushed upward with the fingers inside her and said it made it easier to pluck the offending hair to keep her cunt as slick as a six-year-olds. Marnie knew he just did all this because it gave him a chance to finger fuck her, but she knew better than to question a man who worked for the circus, even such a young one.
The men were always in control, and the females were all subservient to them or paid the price. Any girl who challenged an order from a man was made to work the dart game in the late-night sports for the big spenders who wanted something extra and were willing to pay for it. In this strange game, the girl was never fully seen.
A large plywood board on the stage had a two-foot diameter hole in it. The girl stood on the other side and was forced to bend and thrust her buttocks through the hole. Around the hole was painted a target, and her buttocks, anus, and vagina became the bull’s-eye.
Marnie had twice been forced to work that show, had taken more than fifty darts into her hidden charms, and had learned the hard way to never speak back to a male. At least they had used only the darts with inch-long points, because she was so young. The first night she had done that show a grownup woman had to squeeze her breasts through a pair of six-inch holes, and they had used darts with three-inch spikes on her.
One of the women in the troupe taught her many new ways to fuck and bring a man to orgasm, while another taught her how to fight, making the most of her sexual charms as well as hurting the tits and cunts of her opponents as they battled, while a third taught her how to hurt another woman badly.
These were all valuable lessons she would put to good use in her career of sexual debauchery. Marnie lost most of the money they paid her and suspected the other performers of stealing it while she was sleeping, but before she could accuse them of anything, the owners sold her to another traveling circus that was passing through town.
They explained to her that they had sold her rights, her contract, to her new owners. She could not remember ever signing a contract, but with no more than a grade six education, she was not very smart when it came to business. Her new owners had been in the audience for the past several nights and had gotten a good look at their new purchase and her abilities in entertaining in this underground show business.
At sixteen Marnie graduated from the kiddie sex show to a more serious traveling sex show, which was also a totally underground operation. It was with this adult operation that she had worked for the last two years. Here they did more exciting, dangerous, and highly illegal things than were possible in a circus that could be traced.
She had loved most of it, except for when things got a bit too crazy, and the customers had wanted to see blood. The owner of the illegal circus sometimes made the girls sharpen their nails when they fought each other naked, and told them to nick and gouge each other up a bit, just to add some color and danger to the show.
She really loved to fight, and was very good at it, particularly when she was nude wrestling with another girl. She loved the feel of their oiled naked flesh against hers, their muscles and their softness, and the feeling of control when she was able to pin another young bitch to the mat and hurt her tits and cunt to make her surrender.
She didn’t mind doing a little cunt and tit gouging to draw some of her opponent’s blood for the audience. That kind of action had become a fun part of this illegal underground sex circus and bitch fighting business, but unless her opponent was a wimp, she hated going into the ring to fight.
When her opponent was an equal or even more, she knew that another dirty cunt was likely going to do damage to her beautiful sex meat. Besides, being ripped in the cunt, on the face, or across her tits by the nails of another bitch hurt like hell, and could cause visible scars.
There was quite a turnover among the girls in this highly illegal business, and many of the girls in this particular filthy show circuit were now mostly much younger, some as young as eight and only a few above fourteen because that was the market that the new owner was going for.
people who liked to see sex displays by pre-teen girls, as well as those in their earliest teens, with just the beginnings of buds for titties and little or no peach fuzz on their pouting little twats. That was what sold, so that was what he was providing, with just a few exceptions with girls as old as Marnie.
Because not all of his audience was into kiddie porn, the owner insisted that at least a couple of the girls had to have their titties budding and at least a start of pubic growth before he would let them travel regularly with the show. Marnie was one of these and was glad for the opportunity.
This meant that the peak value of a young showgirl was often for just a few short months long, depending on how long it took for their bush to thicken and their titties to fill out. The customers favored youth and violence in the illegal sex shows, and the owner gave them everything they demanded.
Keeping the very young girls on with the regular traveling show troupe was just too dangerous. However, because of popular demand, he did use several street kids as young as nine for these special shows, and sometimes even let their little sisters take part.
These smaller kids were special guests, and never allowed to travel with the rest of the troupe. It was quite dangerous to use the younger ones, and he had to have only trusted regular customers in the audience, to ensure that he was not going to end up in jail. It was this daring that excited Marnie.
She always performed better when it was more outrageous, or risky with young kids being used in the show. She would get them undressed, give them a sponge bath, perfume them, and put makeup on their faces, nipples and hairless little cunnies. She felt a sense of power when she was put in charge of getting the little girls ready and liked to stroke and tickle their bulging little slots to get them to open and become more visible.
The show’s owner only used younger girls brought from other towns for these specials, and never let them know where they were when they were performing gross sexual acts or being sexually abused. They were mostly lured into the show by one of his steady girls, were transported in the padded boxes on the three-ton, and then dropped off in another city so that there was little chance of tracing him from their incredible stories.
That was not to say that there were no older women in the show. Marnie was already sixteen when she got started, and there were some veteran sex actresses who were over twenty performing some of the special acts in the show. They were the ones that did the really filthy stuff and did most of the fights.
They were also in charge of the younger girls and taught them how to do some of the sex acts that took special training. Marnie was with the show for nearly six months before she was trusted to do some of the really rank things. She usually just did the simpler things in the preliminary shows, like when she fucked the big animals and suffocated some of the little ones by forcing their heads up into her pussy.
And of course, she fought, as all the girls had to. Because of her size, she usually got to be the tough, and it was the younger, less experienced chics that usually got mauled worse. She really couldn’t complain, because she got free room and board, traveling and clothing expenses, and one hundred bucks a show, tax-free, held for the girls in trust by the show’s owner.
They traveled a lot because what they were doing was nowhere near legal, but they usually got in three shows a week, and sometimes six, so she was stashing away lots of her hard-earned cash in the bank. After nearly two years with the same outfit, she had nearly four thousand buried in three different bank accounts. She had decided that when she reached ten thousand in savings, she would get out of the business.
Everything had gone all right until the show changed hands when it was lost as a gambling debt. The new owners were in the Mafia and wanted to beef up the show. It had hardly been breaking even in the last few months, because the customers had seen all they had to offer before.
The new owners promised all the girls that things would be different from now on, and they brought in a professional fighter named Helen. She was gorgeous, well-built, and very mean. She got most of the heavy assignments and the merciless bitch was brutal.
Now that there was this new bigger and tougher bitch in the stable things really changed. Now, instead of winning all her fights, it was often Marnie’s role to get the shit kicked out of her in front of the live audiences. Also, the new owners wanted to see much more violence in the shows.
They introduced new and more brutally violent acts, and the girls in the troupe had no say in what they were required to do. The whole nature of the organization was changing, becoming much more aggressive and hurtful to the young girls, and it was getting out of control.
The shows were no longer what they used to be, or what the girls had agreed to when they had started in the business. Marnie was often chained up with her arms and legs spread, with her cunt and tits hanging out, then she was either brutally whipped or had her sex organs tortured.
Sometimes both happened to her. Also, when she got hurt, which happened more and more frequently, she got less and less time to recover before she was required to go on stage again. They used body makeup to cover bruises and welts, as the girls whipped got them regularly.
They called this punishment of the vulva ‘organ puffers’, which described the effect accurately. Instead of taking a whip to her cunt just once a week, on weekends she was sometimes required to do three whipping shows a day, being brutally cunt-whipped in each.
By the end of the third show, her cunt and tits were so battered that her breasts would swell out to more than twice their size, and her cunt would start to invert, pushing itself out from the internal swelling. That looked grotesque, but the audience seemed to love it.
The only thing that kept her there with the new owners was that the money got better because now that the shows were so much rougher and brutal, the rowdy bitch-beating fans were coming back. Although she usually took several days to recover from the very violent shows, she sometimes earned as much as one hundred and fifty dollars a show.
They could only sell three shows a day on the weekends. To keep the girls busy to earn their keep, the new owners started making violent sex movies during the day on weekdays, with live shows every night. Helen and a few of the other veteran girls would disappear to some boarded-up and soundproofed safe house with the film crew to shoot all day.
They’d usually take some new young local chic they’d pick up for fresh talent. Marnie got nervous when sometimes they’d all come back together, but the new broad wouldn’t come back with them. She rationalized to herself that the local cunt would go straight home from the shoot.
That might not be the case. She did not trust the new owners, whom she believed were capable of doing virtually anything to a girl, and certainly to a stranger, like even killing them on camera just to make a buck. She’d heard about snuff movies and was sure what she’d heard was true.
Late one afternoon when the group returned to the company’s rented residence after a day of filming, she followed Helen into the bathroom to find out what had happened that day. There was no air conditioning built into this old house. It was the middle of August, the hottest of the dog days, and Marnie was wearing only a pair of thin nylon panties around the house.
As Helen slipped out of her t-shirt, Marnie was startled to see the big woman had blood splattered all over her big tits and belly, but strangely had only a few light scratches on her naked flesh. Then Marnie noticed a bloody butcher knife on the counter, and that the big bitch was cleaning out small chunks of scraped skin from under her fingernails.
She had been in a gouge fight, and maybe worse. She watched the gorgeous bitch step into the shower. She looked very desirable as she was showering the blood and sweat off her muscular body. Marnie watched enviously as the water ran over the incredible muscles and curves. She wished she had the drive to exercise her body into that kind of shape.
Obviously, the big cunt worked out regularly to keep in such good shape. She looked both strong and gentle as she ran her hands over herself, clearly enjoying the undisguised attention she was getting. Marnie realized that she’d have a hard time beating the bitch if they ever had a real fair fight.
“What kind of films are you guys making?” she asked as inoffensively as possible.
“Snuffers, you stupid slut,” the bitch answered. “We’re making bitch-butchering cunt-snuff flicks. Naked women, teens like you, and even younger, getting themselves killed for the cameras. Is that too heavy for you?”
Marnie blanched and felt a knot forming in her gut, but she wasn’t going to show this cunt she was sickened by the idea.
“Not if the money’s right,” she answered casually, “It’s all about the money, right? I’d do it, like snuff another girl, for the right amount of money! How much is it worth?”
“Nothing to the looser,” Helen laughed from in the shower, “Have you ever seen an eviscerated woman? Ever watch a lady being gutted like a strung-up pig? They scream real good when the knife goes in, then they turn to moan while you slip their innards out of them!”
Marnie got over the toilet and hoped the obscene bitch didn’t hear her puking over the noise of the shower. Thank God she had finished tossing her biscuits when Helen stepped out and began to towel herself. Marnie rinsed her mouth out with a glass of water at the sink.
“Geez, I was just fooling, you stupid cunt! Larry says he wants us to try something new in the live shows, like maybe a creative cunt killing or two. What do you think? He wants us to do some organ stuffing, and he’s got these terrific new props to do it with!” Helen said, “Won’t that be exciting? He just wants to see how well it goes over, stuffing a bitch’s open cunt.”
The tight knot returned to Marnie’s gut. This dumb asshole Larry knew no bounds in terms of what a woman could take. If he had his way, instead of dogs they would all be fucking bulls in the animal acts. The fucking dude who was in charge now was totally nuts.
“He promised me I’m going to be the one to do it,” Helen continued in a matter-of-fact tone.
The big bitch never showed any real excitement about anything, although Marnie was sure she was excited at the prospect of stuffing another woman’s organ on stage.
“He’s bringing in a whore they’re officially retiring from the streets, just in case she can’t take it! Oh, and he says he wants you to help me rehearse,” she added.
“He wouldn’t dare let you really do permanent damage to somebody, would he?” Marnie said, blanching. “For God’s sake, you know if you stretch the cunt too much it will split!”
Helen just grinned at her and nodded.
Marnie thought, ‘What has happened to this outfit to bring it to this? Would the new owners stoop so low just to make more money? This is all getting to be fucking insane, and this cunt, Helen, proves it, she’s totally insane!‘
She had always enjoyed working the shows when they used to have good clean fun like fucking dogs, having fresh shit fights, like throwing fresh stinking turds they’d just produced, or shitting into a downed nude’s mouth, or suffocating small animals like rabbits and kittens in their cunts.
The girls looked really funny with the rabbit ears sticking out of their pussies, and they did get their thighs scratched up pretty good by the struggling cats, but those kinds of small animals were the only things that ever got themselves really hurt when times were good.
Suddenly the anticipation of the planned event she would witness caused a strange thing to happen to Marnie. She felt the knot of anxiety run to her anus, and her cunt warm up and start to get damp inside the tiny panties, and with a sudden flush of embarrassment, Marnie realized the growing damp spot on her fresh panties would show.
“How the hell can you rehearse that?” she asked, “Don’t you just … well … do it? Just stuff her?”
“Come on down into the basement, it’s cooler down there, and I’ll show you,” Helen said, noticing the growing dampness on Marnie’s tiny panties, “He wants this stuffing to be a bum-bat feature. I’ve never used one of them on a woman, and I want to get used to using them.”
‘Fuck‘, thought Marnie, ‘I’m going to have to spread my cunt wide open to take one of those big baseball bats into it. It’s going to have to be done with gobs of grease, or I’m in trouble. A girl’s cunt is not made for this kind of abuse, and stretching for a baby coming out is quite different than a bat going in.’
Marnie made the mistake of her young life when she followed the naked woman down into the basement of the rundown old house the circus was renting for their month-long stay on the South side of Chicago. She was startled at how bright the lights were when Helen turned them on.
Helen went to the large wooden cases where they stored their props and she got out three baseball bats that had a bizarre label painted on them. They were the smaller bats that kids used for baseball when they were just learning the game, but to a woman’s cunt they were enormous.
“You find this exciting, don’t you?” she said, looking pointedly at the now-foaming wetness in the transparent panties. Not waiting for the obvious answer, she continued, “These bats are what I’m gonna use tonight, so I thought I should figure out how to do it to really make it look good. See, I’m not sure how I can get one of these up a girl’s asshole!”
“Why should you ask me?” Marnie asked, “You never take my word for anything.”
Jesus, she thought, why the hell would they want to do that to a woman? Christ, if she sticks one of those up my ass, it will rupture, and I’ll never be able to hold back my shit. I’ll be like a fucking horse! Every time I have a bowel movement, I’ll have to drop shit!
“I thought we could work out together what I’m gonna do with these bats in the ring tonight,” Helen responded coldly.
“Are you really going to stuff an innocent girl with those just to please an audience?” Marnie asked incredulously.
“Absolutely! But I don’t need no fuckin’ audience, to stuff the holes of a snivelling little piss-cunt, you stupid bitch!” Helen said, “But you’re right,” she continued, “I don’t give a shit what you think. It’s your body that I find interesting, particularly your cunt and your asshole!”
Then quickly Helen proved to Marnie why she was such a valuable property for the show’s owner. She was a very tough-talking bitch, and now she proved that it was more than just idle talk. Without warning, she viciously smashed one of the big baseball bats into Marnie’s big naked tits, flattening the big boobs against the startled young show fighter’s ribs.
The damage to the inner tit meat was devastating, but the resilient mammaries bounced back, flopping from the violent action. A second sudden blow came up under the right tit, brutally smashing the teenager’s fat milk-bag up against her shoulder, and ripping the tender flesh at the base of the large mammary.
The third bruising blow caught the defenseless Marnie’s left breast, slamming and mashing it down against her lower ribs, cracking several of them right through the soft boob. This was not a fight, it was an incredible cold-blooded beating. Rapidly the butt end of the bat savagely cracked several ribs on her other side.
While the young sex performer stood there, stunned by the unexpected violent attack, Helen grabbed Marnie’s wrist with one hand and easily flipped her over onto her hands and knees. With no trouble, she ripped off the blonde girl’s little panties, which had in the past few seconds filled with fresh lumps of her shit as she was being so mercilessly attacked.
Helen destroyed the flimsy panties as easily as she was planning to destroy the rectum and cunt of the beautiful young sex entertainer. With Marnie kneeling there in shock, she thrust the end of the big bat against Marnie’s exposed asshole. The tiny pink starfish orifice stretched painfully under the pressure of the thick bat, but it made an impossibly small target for the big wooden shaft.
With a rapid series of enormous thrusts, Helen achieved her objective, and actually drove the bat through the tight ass ring, viciously rupturing it, and forcefully rammed the thick weapon more than a foot deep into the kneeling nude teen’s brutally violated asshole.
Marnie collapsed onto her belly and tits in agony, her cracked ribs screaming in pain, but using the bat to haul her ass back up, Helen lunged again, driving the baseball bat deeper, dangerously stretching Marnie’s colon, pushing around her guts with the thick end of the big wooden club.
The numbing pain hurt Marnie too much for her to scream, and once the shaft of the bat had penetrated into the eighteen-year-old girl’s asshole, Helen had no difficulty driving the huge weapon deep into her downed victim’s grossly penetrated body its full length.
Marnie’s eyes bulged at the extremely painful intrusion into her intestines. She was unable to breathe as the full-sized baseball bat’s thick end pushed aside her vital organs. Marnie turned her head aside, her cheek and tits pressed against the concrete floor, gasping for air.
That was when her eyes caught the red blinking light on one of the small remote-controlled television cameras.
“Oh Fuck!!” she thought, then swinging her head saw the second camera.
The basement had been rigged and lighted to videotape her rehearsal with this big brutal bitch! This was all planned!
Quickly Helen picked up another bat, and rammed the end into the fleshy folds of Marnie’s delicate cunt meat, bruising her pelvic bone. Moving aside to allow the television camera to get a good close shot of her actions, she drove the thick end of the bat deep into the well-used fuck organ.
Twisting the bat in an arc as she thrust, she ripped through Marnie’s soft cunt muscle at the end of the bat-stuffed bitch’s birth canal. The big brutal weapon was rammed hard against her tiny cervix, the powerful Helen was battering her uterus with each thrust, and with each brutal thrust, the bat hammered at her inner organ.
She was getting the fucking of her young life, much more severe than the fist-fucking she had often been forced to endure on stage, with the thick end of the bat pummelling her uterus, driving it painfully back against her kidneys. The professional fighter was intentionally doing internal damage to her.
With the downed Marnie heaving her naked torso in her agony with more twisting and savage thrusting of the big bat, Helen increased the intensity of her attack, pounding the bat into invaded cunt of the prone girl like an ancient Mayan woman pounding maize.
Marnie now got out her first scream as the blunt wood rammed her uterus up past her kidneys, causing her internal pain like she had never experienced before. The pretty naked young sex show performer was experiencing incredible agony as the flesh of her cervix relaxed under the beating and gradually opened to the pounding bat.
It was the reverse of birthing, but the effect was the same. Helen had succeeded in breaking down the resistance of the young woman’s tiny cervix, and it now admitted the thick bat right up into her uterus! Marnie was being filled with the heavy wooden bats, in the most horrible and harmful double torso impalement she could imagine.
She had often thought of going the whole way, but not like this. This was an incredibly vicious bitch stuffing show, and Marnie was the victim. Because there was no live audience to please, Helen didn’t make a show of her work with the bats. Knowing the tapes being made would be edited with replays, she quickly took the third bat and rammed the end into her teenage foe’s screaming mouth.
Using her powerful arms to full effect, she lunged downward, forcing the defenseless girl’s jaw wide open, her tongue back and her throat to spread under the incredible pressure of the invading sports equipment. This was a wooden triple fuck to end all triple fucks.
The result was startling. The wooden baseball bat slid down right through her throat, spreading her gullet as it was rammed down into and through Marnie’s stomach. The child-sized baseball bat was pushed in right to the hilt, as were the other two bats in her groin.
The naked bat-stuffed torso of the beautiful athletic teen girl Marnie bucked in agony, arching her strained legs and body to the maximum in her agony as she slowly started to suffocate. There was no way she could breathe with that big bat stuffed into her esophagus.
Now Helen had to work quickly to avoid killing her naked victim prematurely. Although she had no reservations about taking the life of another female for a good cause, she knew better than to do so too quickly with video cameras running. A snuff video was only worth the value of the killing, and a quick snuff was of little interest in such a competitive market.
Helen had done enough of these entertainment killings in live shows as well as snuff videos to know what was expected by the audience. They wanted to see not only extensive damaging sex organ torture but also extreme violence to naked young women in the kill.
When she had given the cameras ample time to record the naked bitch’s agonized pitching and heaving, she watched Marnie relax as her brain was starved for oxygen, and then collapse. Quickly she jerked the bat out of the young bitch’s throat, then she revived her, slapping her face so hard that she knocked her head from side to side.
When Marnie regained consciousness, she grabbed the ends of the bat handles barely sticking out of the nude girl’s lower holes, and began the painful job of jerking them out. She did not attempt to make the experience easy for Marnie. Her efforts were all for the show, with all of the action for the benefit of the probing camera lenses.
She made sharp, rugged jerks, which got the nude bitch humping and bucking erotically. The removal of the stuffing bats was nearly as interesting as their insertion. When she had finished performing her incredible bitch hole stuffing, Marnie had no energy left.
She lay, her legs and arms sprawled akimbo, with a trickle of blood oozing from her lips, her anus, and her vagina. The cameras zoomed in to catch the sensuous figure of the exhausted girl as she lay on display, her chest heaving, animating her large full breasts.
Helen knew that the videotapes would be built into major productions by using several slow-motion replays of the severe sexual abuse she had done to the beautiful mature body of the sexy teenager. For a finale, she selected an angle that favored the special slow-motion camera.
With a single incredible blow, smashed her heel down on the teen girl’s once-beautiful face, breaking her nose. The blow had such force that blood splattered out in a spray from the flattened nose. A fractured bone between her eyes was pushed back into her brain, killing her. For the second time in a single day, Helen had earned her keep as a devastating show bitch.
She was the best acquisition the show owner had made in some time and had made good use of that lazy and useless teen cunt Marnie. The pretty young bitch had served them well, but her reluctance to do the more outrageous acts customers demanded made her an extra burden for the growing company.
The owner of the show had taken Marnie in only because she was part of the show he had bought, but she proved to be disposable when she refused to think modern. Real highly visible bleeding damage was what was necessary in this kind of violent show business, and there was no room for aging teen wallflowers like Marnie.
The tape of her last act with the troop, a bizarre organ-stuffing brawl between two nude bitches in a basement, would make the company a lot of money, thanks to her educated holes taking in those baseball bats, with Helen’s powerful persuasion. The owner of the secret traveling show knew how to get the best out of his employees, and when and how to manage the stimulating end of their careers.
THE END