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Feature Writer: Regis
Feature Title: Mary Milkmaid Meets The Cunt Killers 4
Published: 11.10.2024
Story Codes: Erotic Horror, Snuff, Young Ones, Abuse
Synopsis: Mary, a single mom, lost her first child early, and her doctor suggested because she had such substantial mammaries, that she take a job he knew of at a research station at the university, where she would become a full-time milkmaid. She took the job, and was startled they were researching the feeding by nursing of children up to puberty! Then she stumbled upon the real reason for the research, the production of shocking snuff videos, and her life was now at extreme risk.
Mary Milkmaid Meets The Cunt Killers 4
Mary couldn’t even change the channels on the television, so it must be controlled from outside the room. The screen came to life, and she saw a small stage, with heavy royal purple curtains draped on three sides, and a camera angle showed an audience in what was a small theater.
It appeared to seat about a hundred people. It reminded Mary of the small movie theaters that were in groups with a single ticket taker. A large beam ran across the stage about ten feet above the floor, and there were a pair of pulleys attached to the lower side of the beam several feet apart.
Ropes dangled from the pulleys, and the stage was otherwise empty. An almost naked man, except for a strange set of leather straps that hung from a belt but covered nothing, brought a completely naked girl of no more than ten years of age onto the stage.
She was a cute kid, solidly built and tanned, with only bikini bottom tan lines. She had spent lots of time on the beach with no top, and as Mary watched her move into close-up, saw her face, and realized she was more likely only nine years old.
She had short brown hair with bangs and was as cute as a doll. The small athletic girl was not coming on willingly, and suddenly Mary felt an alarm go off in her head. This was one of those violent sadomasochism videotapes she was watching, in which the victims were forced to participate.
She had heard about these horrible videos, where the men held a gun at the head of the females to make them take part. The man in this video, his erection standing between straps, was going to hurt the cute naked little girl for the entertainment of the live audience and of the video viewers.
This was even worse than what she’d heard about because it was a little girl being abused. It was non-consensual and was about sexual torture. This was sick and inhuman. Whoever the people who made this tape were nothing but monsters! She couldn’t wait to see what horrible things they did to the unwilling naked child.
“It’s all right, Mary,” the doctor’s voice came to her.
‘He must be watching somehow,’ she thought, ‘Testing me. I must be blushing.’ The man was binding the small girl’s wrists to the ropes, and he then pulled them tight, stretching her arms up and apart, stretched high above her.
Next, he tied ropes to her ankles, and drew her legs wide apart, tying the ropes off to iron hoops sticking up from the stage. ‘My God,’ thought Mary, ‘that stage is designed for tying girls spread-eagled, standing up. That’s all it’s good for, so they must do this often. It’s inhuman!
“I want you to try something for me, Mary,” the disembodied voice said, “You will be able to produce more at a feeding if you are sexually aroused. I want you to put your hand down your back and push your middle finger up into your rectum.”
Mary opened her eyes wide and moaned a ‘no’ through her ball gag. To reinforce the negative reaction, she shook her head strongly from side to side. Suddenly the floor felt like it was on fire, and the girl’s jaw promptly closed its grip on her large breast.
‘Oh God, electricity’ she thought, ‘The bastard has the floor wired, and is giving me blasts to make me cooperate.’ A second jolt struck her, twice as strong this time, and the shock made the girl bite her tit again. The sudden pain brought tears to her eyes.
She screamed through the ball gag with the third jolt and nodded her head. Mary moved her right hand behind her and down her own sweat-slicked back to the tight fold of her buttocks. She had a sudden stark awareness of her full nakedness as she lay on the electrified floor.
The room was insufferably hot, and the hungry girl’s jaw was locked on her tit, urging the milk up with a strong pumping action of her tongue. She was aware that her legs were wide apart, that in the heat of the room, her vagina was gaping, with the moist inner lips flared out,
She realized that the walls of the room were all mirrored. A chill ran down her spine as she grasped that if she couldn’t see Dr. Robins, she also couldn’t see the unknown others who could be watching her nakedness right now. This room was a performance place for naked nursing cunts!
Then with a deeper chill, she realized that for the full two weeks she had been here, it was always in bright rooms like this one, with mirrors everywhere, and she felt a deep shame and horror as she remembered the large china plates the milkmaids had been told to use as toilets.
They were always placed on brightly lit two-foot pedestals in front of mirrors, and whenever she had squatted to shit, she had noticed that the pedestals were a bit too high, so that her stools would curl on the plate before the end had come free of her anus.
Her face beamed bright red with shame as she remembered using her finger to break off the stools and to clean her ass when there was no paper, which was often. Then she remembered that once when she had been alone she had masturbated with an extra-firm log of her shit!
Her hesitation at the moment cost her another jolt, and she moved her finger to her asshole, found the opening in the flesh ring, and pressed the finger through her tight sphincter and up into her colon. She could feel the rough texture of a lump of shit, contrasted with the silkiness of her inner gut flesh.
As she moved her finger a fresh awareness struck her. For the first time, she was exploring a new inner nakedness, and she felt a rush. The tight ring of her anus restricted the movement of her finger, but at the urging of the voice in her ear, she thrust the finger in deep to its full depth.
Her finger was pressed beside the warm thick turd. She looked up once more at the television screen and saw that the man was standing aside, and handing a large whip to a slender young girl who had entered the room and who was also naked. She had her back to the camera as she moved toward the child strung up and so terribly exposed.
The naked young girl with the whip in her hand, who could be no older than twelve, walked slowly around the strung-up girl, examining the naked body and getting herself ready to apply the whip to the tender female flesh. As her face came into view Mary thought the slender youngster looked familiar.
She had seen that face before, quite recently. Where had she seen young girls in that age range? Suddenly, with shock, she realized that it was the girl now nursing so hard on her big teets. She was playing cow to the youngster who was about to flail the suspended naked kid!
“Now use two fingers, Mary. It will be easier if you push sideways with the finger already in.”
She knew better than to argue with the sick bastard. She was going to quit this job as soon as she got out of the training room. ‘Nobody needs this kind of debasement!’
She said that to herself as she worked the second finger into her stretched sphincter ring. As soon as she got out of there, she’d go to the milkmaids’ dorm, suddenly remembering the mirrors, and get her clothes. She would also report these pricks to the police. That would teach the bastards!
With a shock not electric, she remembered she hadn’t worn clothes for a week. and what she had sent to the laundry had not been returned. Her pours opened to release more sweat as she realized that she had no idea how to get out of this massive research building.
All of the doors were locked, as it had been explained to her, to contain the children. Her eyes rose to the television screen again, drawn to it because the volume was now turned up, and she saw that the girl was now wielding the whip with considerable expertise.
The tightly braided leather was smashing into the young girl, making her bolt and scream with each brutal lash of the flailing weapon. On videotape the beautiful child now nursing at her breasts was sadistically whipping the younger girl, bringing the whip up between her legs.
The girl was expert at snapping it at exactly the right moment to maximize the impact of the leather and the delicate flesh of the child’s exposed immature sex organ. The camera showed tight close-ups of the little hairless cuntlet taking the brutal beating.
These shots alternated with close-ups of the spread-eagled child’s screaming face as each blow struck her tortured little cunt. A low angle shot up into her open crotch showed that the beating was swelling the little sex flower open like the petals of a flower.
The nude little girl’s delicate lips were slowly opening wide, exposing her inner cunt-meat, which was now receiving the vicious lash so skilfully wielded by the sadistic twelve-year-old. Her screams were incredible, and resounded around the hall, with the people encouraging more.
“Wendy is being punished for stealing a second dessert at dinner, and the research team in the theater is assessing the value of this type of treatment in a behavior modification program,” the doctor explained into Mary’s earpiece. Mary was silenced by the authority of the voice.
She was also stunned by the apparent logic of the reason for what she was seeing. “Mavis, the girl at your breast, is training to be in control, and this session you’ve just seen on the TV is training for her to exercise control over others. She did very well, don’t you think?”
Mary’s head was spinning. She was both confused and excited at the same time, and she didn’t know how to respond to Dr. Robins. As she was thinking through her predicament, her fingers were working rapidly in her anus, and she could feel the new moisture forming in her cunt.
‘Son of a bitch,’ she thought, ‘the prick was right, this is getting me off! Shit, I need to touch my cunt!’
Just then, as if reading her thoughts, Dr. Robins said into her earpiece, “Take the girl’s hand and put it to your vagina, Mary. She will know what to do.”
THE END OF CHAPTER FOUR