SHACKLES by Regis

Disclaimer: The following is fiction. The content of the story is not representative of the writer’s beliefs, opinions, or attitudes. This story is intended for adult entertainment only. The characters and events depicted in this work are fictional. The author does not condone or promote any unlawful activity such as is depicted in the story. By continuing to read this work you acknowledge that you are an adult who wishes to read works of fantasy and fiction for the purpose only of fantasy. All the characters in this story are adults. They may play different ages for the fictional character that they are depicting but they remain at all times adults.

Feature Writer: Regis

Feature Title: SHACKLES

Published: 21.09.2023

Story Codes: Erotic Horror, NC, Sadism, Guns, Young, Bestiality, Rape, Sodomy, Bondage, Breast Enlargements, Abortions, Scat, Snuff

Synopsis: Sheila and Gwen discover the secret of “Shackles Bar & Strip Club” for those into forced abortions and impalement.

Shackles

The boss was being a bit of an asshole about the whole thing, but of course, most bosses are assholes anyway, right?

This bar is called Shackles and is one of the best strip bars on the strip if you don’t mind the alliteration, because it has the hottest acts, and is always full. The girls who work the runway nude wear only spike heels and heavy shackles on their wrists and ankles, as the weighty manacles play a major part in the ambiance of the club.

All of the naked cunts who work the place wear these heavy iron restraints, to make the point that they are definitely NOT in control, but instead are under total control. The ankle cuffs are usually joined by a thick short chain so that the nudes are manacled as they work, enforcing the appearance of bondage, which is real.

Today when roommates Sheila and Gwen arrived for work and got out of their clothes, they were surprised when Hal replaced the usual heavy chain with an eighteen-inch-long by two-inch-thick wooden bar to join their ankle shackles. From the middle of the bar was an inch-thick post that ran up between their legs, with a stout dildo on the end, placed to be inserted into their cunts.

Gwen, always an optimist, commented that it was a brilliant change, because now with every step they took, they would be masturbating themselves. Sheila couldn’t argue with her on that one. At least it was better than a couple of weeks ago when Hal had hired a pair of studs from the male strip bar to mount them on stage.

The two men stunk of body odor. They had clearly not showered in a week, and they both had filthy cocks, having regularly ass-raped other guys where they worked before showing up at Shackles for some public cunt-fucking. These dudes were apparently bi, because they readily mounted the naked shackled girls, driving their crud-stained penises into the ladies gaping cunts for the amusement of the crowd.

The other change at the club the female entertainers had to deal with was that the metal shackles usually worn on their wrists were moved up to above their elbows, and then they were pulled tightly together and locked so that the girls’ elbows actually touched. They found this form of restraint both awkward and painful, as it forced their shoulder blades and breasts to jut out severely.

All of the girls who worked at Shackles had undergone breast and nipple enlargement, and they wore tightly pinching iron rings around the base of their thumb-sized nipples. Slung between them was a chain that Hal would hook a thumb through and tug when he wanted their attention. It hurt like hell. That’s the kind of asshole Hal was.

The door to the dressing room where the girls got naked and into their heels was always left open, so that their preparation to perform, which included prolonged masturbation to get their cunts looking eager for sex, was part of the show, if customers were interested, and most of them were, not wanting to miss anything.

The girls could see from the dressing room out onto the stage. Sheila and Gwen could see four of the other dozen girls who worked the runway were already out there, strutting their stuff with the dildos on the poles up their cunts, forced to fuck themselves with the big dildos hammering into their cunts as they pranced.

Worse, Heidi, Hal’s only female assistant, was working the pit behind the ramp, using her lashing whip to encourage the pretty young entertaining cunts to high step, lifting their knees much higher than usual, and driving the big dildo deep to pound painfully against the head of their uterus with every excruciating step.

Heidi knew the business, as a failed stripper who had worked the ramp for three years. She had been frequently raped during sex shows, as were all the girls, and when they were impregnated, they were forced to perform in a live abortion show when they reached three months, which for all of them averaged three a year. These proved to be very popular with the audience that frequented Shackles Bar and Strip Club.

Sometimes the girls were allowed to carry nearly to term, and as their bellies grew, were regularly featured as pregnant dancers. During a live birthing show when she was nearly at full term, Heide had been purposefully severely over-induced. She had reached eight-and-a-half months of pregnancy, and Hal’s intent was that she would self-abort while either dancing or squatting, from the massive stimulant she’d been force-fed.

To everyone’s amazement, Heidi had given birth to a pair of twins. Both of these infants were full-size female sprogs, but she didn’t have her birthing there. She continued to grunt, heaving more from her hugely distended cunt, until she thrilled the audience when she also produced her uterus, ovaries, and a few yards of her intestines. That event proved to be what Hal termed a gross abortion and ended her stage career.

With her female plumbing missing, the only act she did now was at the late-night Saturday shows, where she would get herself fucked by a trained donkey. Hal had a contract with a rancher to provide a stallion trained to mount a woman, and he planned to use it on Heidi and a pretty slender fourteen-year-old virgin, with the intent that it fuck them both to death, in a show so rare he would produce it only once a year.

The young girl was strapped face up on a bench, with her swollen cunt and large breasts facing upward. The thoroughbred stallion was skittish but the handlers got it mounted onto her. In its excitement, its long penis, far too large for such a small girl, drove deep into her, and her groin ripped, so that it fucked its cock right up through her throat and mouth, ripping her tummy open.

Heidi somehow survived the bestial fucking, due to extra space inside her from the missing organs. That experience made her a badass woman when working her whip on the girls on the ramp, and she took great pleasure in hurting them so bad some of the girls would actually piss and shit on stage. It was dirty work, but somebody had to do it. The audience loved it, so she was valuable to the club.

Things were changing on the strip, becoming much more competitive, with other club owners becoming more aggressive in the kinds of acts they used to attract customers. One had started producing a gallows show, where girls were hauled up naked with a noose around their neck, to kick and scream, thrashing like crazy until they passed out.

Only when the cunt was unconscious would she be lowered. Once a week, never letting his clients know which night or girl it would be, he would leave a naked cunt strung up until she had not only pissed herself but produced for the audience a long firm steaming stool, signifying she had died.

Another owner built a shooting gallery in his club, and men could pay to use a pellet gun to shoot at nude girls. One gun had been altered to shoot both pellets and 22 bullets. The pellets would likely break the skin and embed in a girl’s meat but would do little other damage. They could be easily dug out, and the girls would heal in a week.

Once a week there would be live rounds in the altered gun, and some lucky prick would get to blow a cunt away. He would know from the first round that he had real bullets, and the clip he was given held thirty rounds, which meant he could work the bitch slowly, taking his toll before he went for the kill. It was both bloody and spectacular.

The guy who owned the bar next door had learned from Hal, and was doing live birthing shows, with pregnant girls offered a thousand if they could produce a live baby on stage. These shows disgusted a few of his customers but satisfied most of them. They actually proved to be more abortion shows, because of the low survival rate of the little sprogs the girls dropped.

The owner of that bar insisted the pregnant cunts he hired be no more than seven months along so that they had a large swollen belly but their sprog would most likely emerge still-born, due to the stress of the mother being required by the bar owner to be on her feet dancing, or at least squatting, her knees spread wide, as she birthed.

A stillbirth meant the owner didn’t have to pay. The other way out was if the young cunt didn’t survive the show herself. At his regular Sunday afternoon nude whelping shows, almost every week a girl wouldn’t live to see Sunday evening. Most often, the girl would be the cause of her own death, as her inexperience with her umbilical cord and afterbirth meant she was likely to damage herself, and had a good chance that she would bleed out, and many did.

During the grossly obscene shows, the naked pregnant dancers’ clean-shaved cunts would open, spread wide, and then produce their moist, wiggling, and then screaming little sprogs more quickly. With the encouragement of teenage male guards, all of them armed with pistols that the inexperienced boys were ready and eager to use, most of the pregnant young dancers managed to achieve birthing while standing and dancing.

Only one girl in ten ever collected the promised pay. The place was almost always packed, because the guys who attended loved to see girls die with an emerging little infant constipating its mother’s stretched cunt. His shows were total winners. In the large city, pregnant young girls eager for quick cash were easy to come by, and were relatively worthless, making them completely disposable.

Hal’s introduction of his special cunt-thrusting poles with the big dildos proved to be a real hit the first night, but he realized he was going to have to up the ante if he was going to draw big crowds. Heidi used a buggy whip on the girls, which raised angry welts on their flesh, and where strokes crossed, produced some blood, which added nicely to the color of the show.

He knew that the way to go was to add more bitch blood to the lewd performances, and he had an idea of how to make that happen. He found a craftsman, an ex-con, who lined the length of a buggy whip with flecks of broken razor blades, making it into an effective cutting tool. The aging craftsman was sufficiently prudent to not ask the purpose of the gross, sickening alteration.

Hal was right. Heidi was delighted with her new weapon and was soon creating tiny bleeding lines across the bare female flesh of the dancing nudes as she punished them, just for being naked on stage. Their blood smeared quickly, and the naked dancers all produced ample new color to enhance the crude show.

With the encouragement of Heidi’s new whip, the high-stepping girls with the shaft plunging into their cunt deeper with every step, willingly self-abused themselves, to the delight of their nearly all-male audience. With Sheila and Gwen about to insert the post-mounted dildos into their cunts, Hal intervened, and without prior notice, replaced the devices with posts that were a bit longer, lacked the dildo on the end, and had been sharpened.

This was ominous. At best, the points would be driven up through their cervix into their uterus, and more likely they would create their own hole in the uterus pad, and destroy the young nude ladies’ entire reproductive system. This, of course, was the entire purpose of the heinous design. Hal was not a particularly nice man.

Nor, of course, were the other bar owners. They had recently formed a committee to bring all of the city’s aldermen on their side, with a proposal to make organized and structured cunt killing in their clubs a legal sport, and they were making good progress. They used both persuasion and coercion to get their way with the aldermen.

Obscene video reels were produced, showing each alderman caught in a compromising situation, as they were being sucked off by a naked eight-year-old girl, who was the young daughter of an unsuspecting neighbor. These were shot at private parties at which the neighbors’ grade three daughters were persuaded to service them.

At the same parties, naked girls abducted from grade seven and eight classes in neighboring cities wore only spike-heeled platform shoes, acted as waitresses, and then were gang raped by the city officials, and then the naked girls’ bare tummies were ripped and all of them were brutally eviscerated alive, followed by the merciless hanging, impalement, dismemberment and decapitation of the pretty naked girls. All of it was added to the compromising videos.

The carefully crafted bylaw stated that the kind of entertainment being permitted could only be conducted within the bars on the strip, never outside or in another location, and had to be conducted after ten PM. The permissive bylaw also stated that the doors always be securely locked when such activity took place.

It further stipulated that all customers be informed of what was to transpire and that only girls who did not live in the city could be engaged at these terminal events, regardless of their age. Those last four words were written into the bill by one of the aldermen, in order to open it up to what he had experienced and had thoroughly enjoyed.

 

The new bylaw recognized that by quietly removing the age limit, the strip would attract a much broader range of clients and make the clubs much more profitable, as soon as customers caught on to what was going to happen at the nightly events. The final stipulation was that the minimum age of people admitted was twenty-one unless they were to be entertainers, in which case there was no restriction on age.

The council proved to be right. Men would line up at eight o’clock for the ten PM opening time, and before the doors opened, many of them had cum in their pants in eager anticipation of the incredibly harsh sexual action they were about to witness. Once in, the action was so hot the men were never disappointed and were certain to cum again.

Hal had young teens dressed in wife-beaters, ultra-short shorts, and spike heels, pass out hand towels to the men standing in line outside his bar, to tuck into their underpants to collect their semen without soiling their pants, and once in the club they would pull the cum-soaked towels from their shorts and spin them in the air as flags.

This activity provided the premises with the unmistakable atmosphere of sex by filling the bar with the fresh aroma of spilled semen. At the same time, their erect cocks were pulled out, and their free hand was used to pump their extracted erections to produce a second bursting ejaculation.

This fresh cum they so readily produced was collected on the towels, as they were served by naked pre-teen waitresses, wearing only perfectly fitting spike heels, and a two-inch diameter rubber ring inside their vaginas to hold their pretty little cuntlets wide open. None of the girls working as waitresses was more than ten.

These nude little beauties flashed their hairless gaping cunts as they brought the men a steady supply of drinks, which were complimentary after paying the five hundred dollars entry fee. The men were welcome to fuck the little girls if they wished, and most did. Hal had procured fifty little darlings as waitresses, which was one for every five men.

With a capacity of two hundred fifty guests, the one hundred twenty-five thousand in gross revenue for a night’s performance was sufficient to cover the cost of both the drinks and access to the delightful little cuntlets the girls so beautifully presented. Hal laced the drinks with stimulants to promote the production of semen, and the men proved their capability to produce.

Now that Sheila and Gwen were out on the stage, they realized that the sharpened posts in their cunts were longer than those with the dildos on them, as they discovered even the smallest step caused them to painfully poke themselves in the uterus with the sharpened point. They took baby steps, and the men shouted for more, until Heidi’s razor-lined whip found their bare buttocks, and they promptly stepped higher.

The girls immediately screamed as they paid the price. They stabbed themselves in the uterus with each high step, and Heidi’s flailing whip had them both high-stepping as if they were prancing horses. With each incredibly painful step, their screams were louder, as were the encouraging shouts from the audience, mostly cheering on Heidi with her work on their bleeding asses with her flesh-damaging whip.

Soon tiny streams of their blood were dripping freely from both of their flared cunts, as the extent of the damage being done inside them was revealed. With the encouragement of Heidi’s razor-lined whip, they had done irreparable damage to their gonads, for the entertainment of the men who packed the place.

When both of the girls defiantly stopped prancing, Hal startled them when he loudly shouted “SQUAT!”

Without thinking, both girls did, and immediately paid the price. The sharp posts inside them were driven by their weight much farther into them, and too late they discovered what they had done to themselves. The stakes had driven up through their damaged internal sex organs and had ranged up through their internal pack of intestines to sit between their lungs.

Neither of the naked young entertainers was able to raise herself up to stand; they had effectively impaled themselves. The crowd was going wild. Their knees, so severely bent, were beginning to cramp. Their large breasts sat on top of their knees, the stout ringed nipples rudely pointing, and rivulets of their blood dripped freely from their spread post-inhabited cunts.

“SIT!” Hal commanded, “SIT ON THE FUCKING FLOOR!”

With no other option open to them, both Sheila and Gwen readily complied. They threw their heads back to scream, and as their bleeding buttocks hit the floor, the bloody sharpened tips of the two shafts emerged through their mouths. Their impalement was complete, and they had both been complicit in their undoing.

Both of the naked, impaled young bitches toppled back at the same time, their cuffed ankles separated by the shaft between their shackles, their hands uselessly grasping at air as their bound elbows supported them, with their bulbous breasts pointing to the ceiling. The shouting of the excited audience covered their death rattle as the pair of impaled beauties simultaneously produced feces from their open rectums.

This was known in the business as the shit of death, and the audience knew this production of their feces as the undeniable sign of their departure from life. Hal had produced a remarkable new way of dispatching young women, and his clients knew he was just getting warmed up. Shackles was a quality bar, and always gave them the kind of entertainment they craved.

The cock-jerking end of yet another story of the fitting abuse of bitches.