Chapter 6 - Cunt Busting 101
The Bitch Bus pulled into a back alley, the rear entrance to The Meat Locker.
The scantily clad beauties were herded into a room with a small platform at one
end. Beulah stood on the platform and held up a device that looked like a heavy
duty flashlight with a steel dildo protruding from the end.
"This is a pussy prod. Periodically, after you've finished with a customer,
this will be stuck up your cunt and your performance will be reviewed. If you
were inadequate, you will be prodded."
Beulah pointed at the blond who spoken up on the bus.
"You. The Mouthy One. Come up here and bend over."
The pretty blond was terrified.
"No. No. Please! Not me. I'll do whatever you want."
Madam Beulah was firm.
"What I want, bitch, is for you to come here and bend over."
Slowly, reluctantly, the pretty blond came forward and stood on the platform
next to Beulah, her big tits aquiver, a scared little bunny.
"Please don't."
Beulah looked at her with ice-cold eyes.
"Remember the guarantee?"
The pretty blond swallowed hard.
"If I don't do what you want, no matter how painful and degrading, I will be
punished and then made to do something even more painful and degrading."
Beulah barked out her commands like a drill sargeant. The thoroughly cowed
blond, shaking badly, obeyed slowly.
"Turn your back to the audience."
"Bend over."
"Spread your legs nice and wide."
"Remove your tampon."
"Spread your cuntlips with your fingers so that even the bitches at the back
can see the pink."
Slowly, tremulously, the pretty blond obeyed each command. While she stood on
the stage, exposing herself lewdly, Beulah oiled up the prod. The pretty blond
gasped as it was plunged it. Beulah looked around at her captive audience.
"What did Lips here do wrong?"
Women are always wonderfully critical, happy to release their Inner Bitch. A
busty raven- haired beauty with long, black hair flowing down to the back of her
knees chirped right up.
"She was slow doing what you wanted and she kept arguing with you."
Beulah liked giving the girls a whore name.
"Absolutely correct, Raven."
Beulah squeezed the trigger.
The pretty blond, whose whore name from now on was Lips, screamed and dropped
to her knees. Beulah pulled out the prod with an audible pop. Lips cupped her
crotch with both hands, sobbing hard. Beulah let her sob a while to impress the
others.
"OK, Lips. Get up and stand at the edge of the stage."
Lips did it. Beulah looked at the long-haired beauty.
"You, Raven. You've seen the drill. Come up here and assume the position."
Raven was a natural. She bounded onto the stage with alacrity, long hair
flowing beautifully behind her. She bent over, lost the tampon, burrowed her
fingers deep into her cunt and shamelessly showed everyone an amazing amount of
pink. It contrasted nicely with her neatly trimmed strip of coal black pubic
hair.
Beulah oiled up the prod and plunged it home. She turned to the pretty blond,
who stared back like a rabbit trapped in the headlights.
"Did she do everything right, Lips?"
Lips nodded. Beulah cupped her ear like someone who was hard of hearing
"I asked you a question, Lips. I didn't hear an answer."
Totally panic-stricken, the pretty blond blurted out the words.
"I'm sorry, ma'am. Yes, she did it right. She did what was asked promptly and
she didn''t argue."
"Right."
Beulah pulled out the prod and patted Raven on the bare buttock.
"Good girl."
One by one, she ordered each of them up, gave them their whore name and put
them through the routine. Thoroughly cowed by the fierce black whore trainer,
each modelled her performance on Raven. Each got a pat on her bare bum and a
'good girl'. Breaking in the new bitches was proceeding nicely.
Beulah glared at Lips.
"OK, Lips. Lets do it again. Do it right this time."
Shaking badly, Lips did it, spreading her raw, swollen cuntlips wide for the
prod. Beulah rammed it in, jerked it out, laughed and slapped her on the rump.
"Ladies, you stink and you look like sperm-soaked rats! Time to hit the
showers. Then you go to hairdressing, make-up and costumes. After that, you'll
each be assigned a cubicle in a section of The Meat Locker we call The Porking
Lot. You'll start off performing quickie suck-fucks for the customers. One of
the other girls will show you what's required beforehand. Don't bother telling
your sad story to the customers. Nobody's interested. If you try to bore them
with your story, it's the prod. Each cubicle is monitored by a hidden camera and
hidden microphones. Remember what I said about your performance being
evaluated."
The Meat Locker was due to open for business soon. One by one, the rookie
nookie was hustled off to the showers to be hosed down until only Lips remained.
Beulah smirked at the trembling beauty.
"Lips, you're all mine."
Lips, a beauty queen to the core, did her best to look totally enchanted, but
it was a pretty pathetic effort.
