Section 6 - The Japanese Connection
Chapter 1 - Unhappy Campers
Vivian stamped her pretty little foot.
"We were robbed, ladies!"
The other American lovelies nodded glumly. Each of them had won smaller
crowns in other beauty pageants and thought that they had a good shot at winning
this one, especially when they saw the other contestants.
"They only picked asian girls to win the first three prizes! What a bunch of
skinny minnies! They're just sticks with a small pair of tits on top. This whole
Pacific Rim Beauty Pageant was just one big joke! And the joke was on us!"
Hope, Tawnee and Kelly were in total agreement.
"Any one of us is better looking than the beanpole that won!"
"The fix was in, definitely."
"She must give good head."
"That witch probably sucks like a Hoover - the electric broomstick model!'
A self-centred, California born, buxom blond bombshell, Vivian glanced
around the deserted hotel lobby in total disgust.
"Everybody else has left! It's only one o'clock! We're stuck here on this
so-called 'tropical island paradise' with nothing to do until our flight leaves
at eleven fucking PM!"
They watched as one of the beauty pageant personnel walked across the
deserted lobby towards them. Like many of the truly stunning women associated
with the pageant, she looked like, and probably was, a former beauty queen.
Although none of them remembered seeing her at the pageant, they could tell that
she belonged. She was sporting the gold jacket and plastic ID tag that all
pageant personnel wore. She introduced herself.
"Hi! I'm Mikki! I represent one of the sponsors of the pageant."
Vivian gave her a disgruntled look and prepared to launch into a diatribe.
Mikki held up
her hand.
"I think I know what you're going to say, Vivian, and I totally agree! The
sponsor I
represent is very unhappy with the way the contest was run and judged."
Vivian snorted.
"You can say that again! What sponsor do you represent?"
"Naughty Knickers."
The girls were impressed. Vivian was very interested in this development.
"The English lingerie company! They're big! And you say that they're
unhappy?"
Mikki nodded decisively.
"Definitely! The president himself said to me that he thought the idea of a
beauty
pageant was that someone shapely and beautiful won, not some pretzel stick from
Yokahama!"
The four bodalicious babes laughed ruefully.
"He can say that again!"
Mikki put on her most earnest expression.
"He is withdrawing his sponsorship as he doesn't think that the Yokahama
Pretzel is full
figured enough for any sort of lingerie promotion! He is talking with the other
sponsors. He
wishes to make it up to you, for, quite frankly, he expected one of you to win!"
The bevy of beauties looked at Mikki with sudden interest. Maybe some good
would
come of all this. Mikki looked at them quizzically.
"Have any of you heard of Movie Star Island? It's quite near here!"
Vivian looked quizzically at the others. Hope, Tawnee and Kelly shook their
heads.
"We haven't heard of it, but we sure like the name!"
Mikki laughed.
"As well you should! It's called Movie Star Island because a lot of movies
are filmed there. Naughty Knickers wants to film you modelling their sexy
underwear and Movie Star Island has the facilities. It's just a one hour boat
ride. You can be back in time to catch your flight tonight! Are you interested?"
Vivian looked at Mikki shrewdly.
"I suppose there's money in this?"
Mikki named a figure that was more than generous.
Chapter 2 - Movie Star Island
The Star of the movie was pissed. Drop dead gorgeous and moving like she
knew it, Chantal Minou sauntered with deceptive nonchalance onto the set, a
seductive enchantress who had the power to harden men's cocks and melt their
filthy little minds. Her hips had a saucy twitch as she pumped her way across
the set towards the Director, flanked by her entourage.
Nobito Kao, the Director of the film, a past master in dealing with cranky
bitches, watched her approach coolly. Chantal was dressed in a kimono and high
heels. He spoke curtly.
"Lose the kimono, keep the heels."
Chantal looked up at him sullenly and removed the kimono. Defying Kao didn't
bear thinking about. She was naked underneath. Everyone on the set paused to get
a good look at her flawless physique, shamelessly displayed. Chantal looked
bored, doing her best to look like she didn't give a shit.
Kao had been directing hardcore porn flicks for the Yakuza, the Japanese
Mafia, for a long time. He had developed a little ritual for the sullen,
kidnapped bitches who starred in them. When he was much younger, he had
overheard two American sailors in Yokohama refer scornfully to the ease with
which orientals squatted effortlessly for hours. The sailors called it 'doing
the shit squat'. It was now something Kao delighted in teaching his American
bitches. He patted a small table next to him.
"Get up on the table and do the Shit Squat, bitch."
He never called his bitches by name. They were all fuckmeat to him.
She had 'starred' in a few of Kao's movies before and lovely Chantal really
hated this part. She got up on the table and spread her high heels wide, putting
her pouty cuntlips and wrinkled, brown rectum on display. She put her hands
behind her head, pulling her elbows back to lift her tits, not that they needed
much lifting. A bowl of baby oil was put on the table in front of her and
another behind her. The entire cast and crew lined up for Kao's ritual 'opening
of the holes'. It was Kao's way of thanking the little people who made it all
possible.
One by one, they stepped up, dipped their fingers in the bowl of baby oil
and then jammed them up Chantal's cunt, enjoying the sullen expression of deep
distaste on her lovely face as their probing fingers wiggled lewdly deep inside
her. As a new customer stepped up front, the old one stepped around behind her,
dipped his fingers in the bowl and slid them crudely into her heinie hole. Kao
watched in satisfaction. No matter how heart-stoppingly beautiful, his 'stars'
all had the pouty, well-used look of the fully fucked female. None of his
bitches were happy campers. It was one of his trademarks.
When Chantal had been thoroughly finger fucked by everyone, her cuntlips
swollen and wet, ready for the cameras, Kao prepped her for another of his
little trademarks. Chantal really, really, really hated this part.
Kao saved his urine in clear glass jars. He dipped a large syringe into one
of his piss jars and filled it. He considerately lubricated the slim metal tube
attached to the syringe. His goons gripped Chantal's arms to hold her steady.
Chantal grunted as he inserted the cool greased metal tube up her pisshole and
filled her bladder with his pee. Long experience had made him a superb judge of
how much his bitches could hold. Chantal's sullen, resentful face was
transformed into the pinched, taut look of a beautiful woman who is trying to
avoid peeing herself in front of everyone. Kao had made it clear that he didn't
want her to disappoint him. That meant that she was to pee on cue and at no
other time. In his movies, there was always a point in the plot where the
heroine emptied her bladder for the cameras.
The make-up people had done their magic. Squatting naked on the table, eager
hands oiled her up for a nice 'sweaty' look, leaving no part ungroped. Chantal
squatted, completely humiliated, holding her pee, everyone's squeezetoy.
Then it was the wardrobe department's turn. For this charming little
exercise, Chantal was going braless and pantyless. She slipped on the white
halter top and the ass-hugging white spandex jogging shorts. She put on the
white socks and running shoes. Her nipples and swollen cuntlips were clearly
outlined through the skin-tight jogging outfit. Lovely Chantal looked
exquisitely fuckable.
Kao was a very hands-on director. Standing behind her, Kao put his arms
around her and teased her nipples erect while he coached her in her starring
role.
"You're a jogger. We'll get some footage of you jiggling along. You run
along the road and down the path into the woods. The gang of rapists jump out,
you piss yourself and, after that, just do what you're told."
Chantal hated the 'just do what you're told' part. That always involved deep
degradation and total humiliation, not to mention pain, although nothing like
the pain if she didn't do what she was told.
Kao turned her around, put a sweatband on her, cupped her heart-stoppingly
beautiful face in his hands and stared intently at her.
"Any questions?"
Chantal had a zillion questions about this delightfully vague little
scenario, but knew better than to ask. She spoke resignedly.
"No, no questions. I'm a jogger, I run along the road and into the woods.
The rapists jump out, I pee and then I do what I'm told."
He stared at her coldly a moment longer. The bitch was definitely starting
to fade on him. They all did, sooner or later. He turned to his crew.
"Everybody ready?"
The sound man nodded. The three cameramen nodded. All the assistants nodded.
The four rapists nodded. It was a definite nodfest.
"OK! Let's do it!"
He had Chantal jiggle enchantingly down the street a few times, filming her
from a variety of angles. She jogged and her braless tits jogged right along.
The cameramen had a good time catching her ass cheeks dimpling prettily as she
bounced energetically down the rough path into the woods, each bounce a fearful
strain on her sphincter control. The tense, totally focussed look of a young
lovely holding in her bursting bladder could easily pass for the slightly
constipated expression of the dedicated jogger. Her long, shapely legs scissored
lithely down the path. Below her jiggling halter top, Chantal's taut bare belly
exhibited the 'six pack' of the dedicated workout fanatic.
Out of nowhere, two darts imbedded themselves in her gut. Chantal cried out
and looked in surprise along the slim wires attached to the darts. They led to
the smirking rapist holding the taser. He pressed the button.
Her stomach cramped violently as the electric jolt hit it. A lightning bolt
of white hot agony knocked her to her knees. Losing bladder control was easy.
Kao's dark yellow beer piss sprayed messily from her crotch, staining her white
shorts as she doubled over, grabbing her belly. The rapist barked orders at her.
"Don't touch the wires or you'll get another, much harder jolt. Sit up
straight and take off your top! Let's see those tits, babe!"
He punched the button to illustrate his point. Chantal screamed and
frantically tore out the wires. Her face registered total despair as she saw the
other three rapists with their tasers.
Two darts punched into her buttocks and Chantal screamed even higher as her
buns spasmed, clenched unbelievably tight. Her hips punched forward as Chantal
arched backward violently, her big breasts mashed tight against her top.
"Sit up straight and show us your tits, bitch!"
As she pulled the halter top up over her head, baring her bouncing boobs for
the cameras, two arms wrapped around her head from behind, holding her in place,
head and arms entangled in the top. The top was pulled up enough to expose her
mouth. Her buttocks clenched hard as they gave her another jolt with the taser.
Obligingly, Chantal opened her mouth and screamed. Pliers gripped her tongue and
pulled it out. A large fish hook was jabbed through the base of her tongue.
Her top was peeled off. The fish hook, attached to a strong steel cable,
pulled her upwards until she was prancing desperately on tiptoe, looking like
the trophy catch of the day. The taser darts were pulled out of her buttcheeks
and her soggy shorts were pulled down to her ankles.
The cameras rolled as sweet, fuckable Chantal was sandwiched, one up her ass
and one up her cunt. Chantal reached overhead and grabbed the smooth, slippery
wire attached to the fish hook. She squealed and squirmed frantically as she
bounced between the hard-humping rapists, desperate to avoid having her tongue
ripped out.
Kao was using a three camera set-up to capture the action: one for Chantal's
pretty face and protruding, hooked tongue, one for her big bare breasts
scrubbing the cunt fucker's chest and the third to capture the thick one-eyed
snakes stretching her holes wide, eagerly slithering in and out.
Kao only regretted that he couldn't capture the smell. He inhaled deeply.
The tangy mixture of piss, sweat and baby oil filled his nostrils.
The first pair of rapists emptied themselves inside Chantal. The second pair
stepped up for sloppy seconds, playfully leaning their weight on her a bit.
Chantal shreiked and squealed frantically, giving one of those beautiful,
natural performances that Kao always coaxed from his unwilling stars. They were
never bored bitches going through the motions.
As the second pair unloaded, the first pair were ready to move Chantal on to
even greater heights of reality performance. She screamed hard as two big
meathooks attached to steel cables were buried in her tits. A can of gasoline
was emptied over her and she was hoisted into the air, shreiking and shuddering,
dripping gas. One camera focussed on the cigarette lighter being moved
dramatically towards her twitching, gas-soaked running shoes. The other cameras
moved back for the big picture.
There was a loud whoosh and Chantal's screaming, squirming body was engulfed
in flames. Again, Kao regretted that his viewers couldn't feel the intense heat
and savour the smell of cooking cunt. The soundman captured the roar of the
flames, the sizzle and crackle of the roasting flesh, the thrum of the wires
holding her up and, of course, the haunting, inhuman shreiks. Inside a sheath of
flickering flame, Chantal's naked body jerked and twitched.
Kao decided that the artistic moment to end was when the charred, smoking
remains pulled loose from the steel hooks and plopped to the floor like a sack
of wet cement. It took a few moments but, once more, Chantal delivered the
required performance. One camera focussed on her cooked tongue still attached to
the fish hook. The others panned the smoking corpse. Kao turned to his crew.
"OK! That's a wrap!"
Kao turned to his Production Manager.
"We need some fresh meat. This babe's cooked!"
The Production Manager smiled ingratiatingly, the perfect suck-up beta male.
"We expect a fresh delivery any moment!"
"Excellent!"
Chapter 3 - Welcome to Movie Star Island
As the boat approached Movie Star Island, Mikki looked through the
binoculars and grinned.
"They're filming a Count Dracula movie. Look at the three young pretties
being driven to their doom!"
She pointed to the island. In the distance, a horse drawn wagon was
careening wildly along a road that followed the coastline briefly. Three
shreiking beauties in the back of the wagon could be heard shreiking dementedly
across the water. Vivian, Hope, Tawnee and Kelly watched the magic of movies in
total enchantment. A helicopter was zooming along behind the wagon with a film
crew aboard capturing everything. Sharp-eyed Tawnee was amazed.
"Holy moly! It looks like those babes' boobs are going to pop out of their
tops any second!"
Vivian was more down to earth.
"Shit! Listen to those actresses scream! It would hurt my throat to scream
that loud!"
The wagon disappeared out of sight around a bend. Tawnee and her big boobs
bounced in excitement.
"Wow! They're making a movie!"
The other three mirrored her enthusiasm.
"Cool!"
Tawnee's eyes were huge.
"Maybe we can get parts! I've got bigger tits than any of those girls in the
wagon!"
The other three rolled their eyes skywards at this bit of flagrant
self-promotion. Mikki smiled indulgently.
"Who knows?"
The four beauties could hardly contain their excitement.
Aboard the wagon, different emotions prevailed. The three pretty coeds
moaned and whimpered pitifully with every bounce of the wagon. The wildly
plunging team of horses whinnied shrilly with each crack of the driver's whip.
Heavy hooves thundered as the team pounded down the rough path with their
jouncing load of misery.
In the madly bouncing wagon were mounted three rough wooden benches. Each
bore a squealing coed with her bluejeans and panties down around her ankles. The
driver eagerly sought out every rut, bump and gully in the road. With every
jounce and shudder of the heavy, high-sided, horse-drawn wagon, he cackled
maniacally as his shreiking passengers squealed like stuck pigs.
Actually, stuck pig was the mot juste. Each bareass beauty had her rectum
impaled on a pointed wooden peg projecting up from her bouncing benchseat.
Wild-eyed, gagged, wrists bound behind them, shitholes stretched wide, their
bare bums bounced up and down. The thick, splintery pegs were slick with blood.
A seat belt prevented them from popping free while giving them an agonizing
amount of travel. As Tawnee predicted, their braless breasts burst out of their
tight tops, shuddering and shaking wildly. The frenzied driver cracked his whip
like a machine gun, laughing dementedly as the wagon hurtled through a brutally
rough patch, combining a delightful jigglefest with a brutal reaming.
The helicopter with the camera crew followed the wildly careening wagon. The
'crotch cams' hidden in the wagon were focussed on the bouncing buns riding the
splintery wooden spikes. Cameras posted along the wagon track followed the wagon
as it thundered past.
At last, the wagon pulled into the courtyard of an ancient castle. It
stopped under a derrick. A rider on horseback greeted the sobbing coeds.
"Welcome to Castle Blood! I am Count Nicolai, a direct descendant of Vlad
the Impaler."
The three lovelies looked in horror at the three wooden spikes projecting up
from the stones of the courtyard. Without further ado, Count Nicolai hopped
nimbly off his horse and into the wagon. He ungagged the nearest coed and
grabbed a meathook hanging by a rope from the derrick.
"Time to open your other hole, ladies!"
He rammed the meathook in under her chin. The point popped out of her mouth.
He undid her seatbelt. The bloody wooden peg pulled out of her as she was
hoisted high in the air, kicking and screaming. Her pants and panties fell to
the ground as she struggled violently like a hooked fish being pulled out of the
water.
Fritz and Igor, a pair of matching hunchbacks, grabbed her shapely ankles
firmly and spread her lovely legs wide as she was lowered onto the spike. She
shreiked higher as the spike smoothly penetrated her most carefully guarded
orifice. Blood burst from her mouth and nostrils as her feet touched the ground.
The other two coeds were meathooked, hoisted and spiked. The cameras played
over their twitching, juddering bodies as they slid screaming down their spikes
and their life's blood gushed out between their legs like some obscene menstrual
flow, staining the white wood of their spikes bright red.
After they had all bled out, their lifeless bodies slid all the way down.
Their pretty heads were tilted back and the points of the spikes were carefully
guided to exit from their mouths.
After this charming tableau had been filmed from a wide variety of angles,
the heavily tattooed Japanese director clapped his hands.
"Excellent work, everyone. The Oyabun will be pleased!"
The Oyabun being the head of the gang, this was good. When the Oyabun was
displeased, people started losing body parts.
The boat carrying the four American Beauties pulled in to the dock. Nobito
Kao's assistant arrived to meet the meat. A small, smarmy man, he smiled
pleasantly, the perfect toady.
"We have some wonderfully sexy suimsuits for you to model, ladies! Nobito
Kao, the great director, will coax unbelievable performances from each and every
one of you!"
Tawnee clapped her hands and bounced with excitement, her big boobs bouncing
right along.
"Whoopee!!"
Chapter 4 - Deirdre Screams For The Cameras
On the movie set, Deirdre danced desperately from one foot to the other,
struggling desperately to hold Kao's pee in her bursting bladder. She'd hated
the 'opening of the holes' ritual. Her fuck hole and shit hole burned from the
invasive groping fingers. She really hated having a syringe-full of urine jammed
up her pee hole and her bladder inflated with Kao's beer piss. She wondered what
was next. Kao squeezed her tits to get her attention. Deirdre stared at him,
wild-eyed.
"Listen up, bitch! You're dressed like a businesswoman: skirt, blouse,
jacket, stockings and high heels. I know it's a stretch, but act like a decent,
respectable woman who's been working late. Understand, cunt?"
Deirdre nodded frantically, desperate to get on with it and be allowed to
empty her bursting bladder.
"I'm a respectable businesswoman who's been working late. Got it!"
"We get some shots of you working at your desk, studying and signing papers.
You look at your watch. It is late. You stuff the papers in your briefcase and
get up to leave."
Dierdre nodded quickly.
"I work at the desk with some papers, look at my watch, realize it's late
and stuff the papers in my briefcase. Then I get up to leave. Got it!"
"OK! Let's film it!"
Deirdre stared at him.
"Uh, when do I get to pee?"
Kao glared. She looked into his black, pitiless eyes and swallowed hard.
"Later! Is there a problem, bitch?"
"No! I can do it!"
He waited cruelly, watching her dance with slitted eyes.
"Do you have any other stupid fucking questions, bitch?"
"No! No! Let's do it!"
He waited again.
"Are you sure?"
"I'm sure! I'm sure! I don't have any more stupid fucking questions!"
"Good!"
He instructed the cameramen.
"You! I want crotch shots of the fuckmeat taken from the floor. You! Get her
tits from the side. Lots of jiggle!"
He stared at Deirdre and ruffled her hair to give her a
dishevelled-at-the-end-of-the-workday look.
"Hang up your jacket, undo a few buttons of your blouse and sit in the chair
shuffling the papers. I know you're just a lazy bimbo, but try to look
intelligent and hard-working!"
Deirdre did as she was bid, undoing a few more buttons and showing more
cleavage than most businesswomen would or could. She sat in the chair, crossed
her legs and squeezed her thighs together tightly to hold in her hotly pressing
pissload.
The cameras captured her glorious gams and titanic tits as she studied the
papers. The taut expression of a woman focussing on holding in her pee could
easily be mistaken for studiousness. She glanced at her watch and stuffed the
papers in her briefcase. She stood carefully, so as not to disturb her bladder,
giving the illusion of being stiff and weary at the end of a long day. She put
on her jacket and sauntered sexily from the room, trying not to trip over
cameramen going for up-the-skirt shots.
In short order, they were in the lobby for the next scene. Deirdre was
getting a bit red in the face from her efforts. She had seen what happened to
women who failed at bladder control and didn't want to spend the next hour
screaming while they worked her over with Zap-Tek electric prods 'to tighten her
up' while the cameras rolled. Kao squeezed her tightly clenched buttocks.
"OK, cuntbrain, here's what happens! You sign out and say good by to the
security guard."
She did this as quickly and efficiently as possible, groaning slightly as
she spread her legs to give the cameramen some panty shots as she bent over to
sign out. She winked at the security guard who was looking shamelessly down her
blouse along with the cameraman behind him.
They were quickly done. Everyone moved out onto the street for the next
scene. Kao squeezed her tits once more to get her attention.
"Listen up, bitch! This is the scene where you pee yourself."
Deirdre was deeply grateful, pressing her thighs tightly together and
squirming delectably. Her straining piss tube was starting to leak slightly,
dampening her panties and she was deathly afraid that Kao's roaming fingers
would blunder onto this. She jiggled her tits to keep his attention topside. She
pulled her thoughts from her burning crotch and struggled to pay attention.
"You are walking along the sidewalk late at night. Some men, coming the
other way, part politely to let you pass. As you pass between them, they attack
you and you wet yourself. After that, just do as you are told."
The 'do as you are told' part was the pay-off. Kao was deliberately
ambiguous.
"I'm sure this part will come quite naturally for you!"
The Irish lass nodded.
"Jesus, Joseph and Mary! I can hardly wait!"
Kao grinned. Deirdre strolled along the sidewalk, a tight pinched walk that
gave her buns a sexy twitch. The men parted to let her through. As she stepped
between them, they grabbed her, ripped off her tear away skirt so that her black
silk panties were clearly visible and pinned her, face first, against the brick
wall. Deirdre grunted in pain as they punched her hard twice in the kidneys.
This made losing bladder control easy, not that an agonized Deirdre needed any
encouragement.
A heavy load of urine spurted messily from between her parted thighs. The
cameras recorded it. Still peeing, they spun her around.
"You basta...oooph!"
The breath whooshed out of her as a rock hard fist buried itself in her
stomach. Hoisted by the armpits between two of her attackers, she was hustled
into an alley. Her bloated bladder was still emptying. Urine ran down her legs,
leaving a trail of piss on the pavement. Her jacket was pulled off and the front
of her blouse ripped open, sending the buttons flying. She stood, gasping
painfully, in high heels, stockings and pee-soaked panties, her see-thru bra
clearly revealing her dark, long stem nipples framed by her wide-open,
buttonless blouse.
Bosom heaving, still trying to get her breath back, Deirdre was tied,
kneeling, with her back to the splintery, tarred wood of a telephone pole. Her
wrists were tied together behind the pole. Her ankles were crossed and tied
together behind the pole as well. A rope connecting her elbows was cinched
tight. The flimsy, see-thru bra was ripped from her chest. Her big bare boobs
bobbed enchantingly for the cameras.
"Tell us about the DX47!"
The pretty face of the kneeling, bare breasted Irish lass was a study in
confusion and outrage.
"What are you daft buggers on about now? What the fuck's a DX47?"
The leader squatted down in front of her and hefted one of her massive
mammaries.
"If you don't talk, spy, things will be hard for you!"
"Jesus Murphy! Do you think being punched in the kidneys was easy?"
Deirdre watched suspiciously as he uncapped an unlabelled bottle, upended it
over a cotton ball, soaking it, and swabbed her nipples with alcohol. Her
nipples sprang erect with the coolness of the alcohol. She started screaming
when he casually flicked a cigarette lighter and lit them. The hot blue flame
licked at her nipples. When he judged that her teats were toasted nicely, he
smothered the flame with a wet cloth. Just enough to burn painfully. Not enough
to burn out the nerve endings and remove all sensation.
He smiled encouragingly.
"Tell us all about the DX47."
Deirdre, her face screwed in pain, was hotly contemptuous.
"What are you fuckheads doing? How can I know anything? You just made it
up!"
He ripped off her panties and began swabbing alcohol onto her crotch. The
telephone pole kept her legs spread. Helpful hands spread her butt cheeks so he
could swab her rectum. Helpful fingers spread her labia. Deirdre began to
hyperventilate as he soaked her bottle blond pubic hairs, her voice rising
shrilly.
"Stop it! WHAT DO YOU MISERABLE FUCKERS THINK YOU'RE DOING??!!"
The cigarette lighter flicked and hot blue flame licked her crotch. Throat
muscles standing out, taut as steel cables, face flushed dark red, Deirdre
shreiked out the piercing, deeply haunting screams that were Yakuza Crimson
Dragon's stamp of authenticity. The brick walls of the alleyway layered them,
echoing loudly, scream on top of scream.
Again, he waited while she shreiked dementedly, ruby lips opened wide,
spittle flying, before he snuffed the flames with a wet towel. Enough to burn
agonizingly, but never enough to burn out the sensitive vaginal nerve endings.
He spoke urgently, coaxingly.
"Tell us about the DX47!"
Like agonized torture victims since the beginning of time, Deirdre came up
with whatever she thought would most please her tormenters.
"I hid it under the bed!"
He patted her sweating, flushed face affectionately. He liked tough girls
with a high tolerance for pain who didn't pass out easily. He also prided
himself on his improv acting skills.
"Excellent! Just testing! That's where we found it! Only the guilty one
would know that! Now we are certain who the spy is! Release her!"
Her arms and ankles were undone. Deirdre was helped to her feet, holding her
bright red inner thighs spread wide as pressing them together was too painful,
giving a superb view of her obscenely swollen, grotesquely distended labia. The
cameras were still running. Deirdre looked around anxiously, wondering what more
bad shit could be coming down the pipe.
"What the ... ooommph!"
White swaths of gagging cloth were jammed into her open mouth and tied
tightly in place. Her slim wrists were tied together behind her back. She
screamed into the gag as the first rapist entered her from the front. Her
throbbing, inflamed cuntlips enveloped his stiff gristle in their hot, dark
embrace. She shreiked much higher when her burning hot heinie hole was opened
for business by a greased rectal reamer. Her burning nipples scrubbed
agonizingly against the rapist's chest as the knobbed reamer twisted and pumped
painfully, delving deeply between her bright red asscheeks.
A cut provides only a brief moment of pain and then settles down to a dull
ache. A burn throbs agonizingly, on and on, relentlessly, spiking the brain
pitilessly with sharp icepicks of pain.
The rapist decunted, a thick thread of white cum trailing from her vaginal
lips to his dick, growing thinner and thinner until it broke. Deirdre sank
sobbing to her knees, shapely legs parted to ease the pain as his peckersnot ran
down her glowing inner thighs.
He gripped a long metal skewer by it's handle.
"Since we have found the spy, convicted from her own lips, let's celebrate
with a tit-kebab!"
Deirdre squealed into her gag as he jabbed through both her melons,
skewering them neatly from the side. Pulling on the skewer, he led her forward,
shuffling on her knees, until her tits were positioned over the mouth of a trash
barrel. A belt was wrapped around the barrel and cinched tightly behind her back
so that Deirdre hugged it in an obscene, spread legged embrace. Deirdre
whimpered as her breasts were were squirted with barbecue sauce and a basting
brush slathered it all over her bobbing boobs. She tried to arch back as the
bottle of alcohol was emptied into the barrel. Unless she wanted to rip her tits
off, it was futile. The skewer and waist strap held her firmly in position. Her
eyes were huge as one of her attackers lit a match and grinned at her. She
whimpered beseechingly into her gag.
She screeched like a stuck pig as he tossed it in. There was a loud whoosh
and the barrel instantly filled with flames. She writhed and twisted as her tits
roasted, the barbecue sauce hissing and crackling. The fire sizzled as drops of
barbecue sauce dripped into the barrel. Her belly, crushed against the hot
barrel, turned bright red. The leader was enthusiastic.
"Looks like we're going to get some roast pork belly, too!"
High haunting screams echoed in the alley, mixed with dirty sniggers from
the barbecue boys.
"Let's see if she's ready!"
Poor Deirdre, her face bright red from the heat, was wailing like a banshee
when the carving knife sliced into her tit. Her shreiks rose several decibels as
a carving fork was jabbed in to open the cut wider. The leader inspected the
sizzling tit meat.
"I like mine medium rare! She needs a bit more sauce!"
The leader took the carving knife and slit open the top of her tits, slicing
deeply from the base to the nipple, not cutting all the way through, creating a
channel. Barbecue sauce was, once more, slathered over her toasting tits and
forced generously in to the carved channel. She cooked a bit longer, screaming
hard, until he was satisfied. She fainted at last as he carved her tits from her
chest and hoisted them, sizzling loudly, on the skewer.
He carried her smoking tits over to a wooden picnic table, leaving Deirdre,
unconscious and still cooking, her hair aflame, lashed to the hot burning
barrel. The cameras captured her blackening body, burning her way to hell in the
background as, in the foreground, he placed her smoking tits on a butcher block
and sliced delicately.
He served her hot tit meat to the others who ate it with broad grins,
pronouncing it delicious.
Chapter 5 - Stars of The Silver Scream
Mikki led the scantily clad beauty queens onto the set. Made-up and
posturing in revealing, skimpy little costumes while everyone watched and took
pictures, the beauty queens felt right at home.
"Naughty Knickers is doing a 'Prisoner Of Love' series of ads. If you could
just put your wrists in the leather handcuffs over your heads, ladies. We're
going to start with close-ups of your wrists so make sure the cuffs are good and
tight. We want it to look real!"
Mikki smiled encouragingly. Vivian, Hope, Tawnee and Kelly stood in their
skimpy costumes, cuffing their wrists to leather cuffs dangling on chains from a
heavy ceiling beam.
Time to get serious. The grinning cameramen were in position. The soundman
gave the thumbs up. The lighting guy had all the lights and reflectors
positioned and ready.
Mikki started the show.
"Up on tiptoes, ladies!"
"HEY!"
"WHOA THERE!"
"HOLY SHIT!"
Three of the four lovelies cried out in distress as the chains hoilding
their cuffs were pulled tight and they were cranked up on tiptoe. Tawnee, a
gymnast until her tits got too big, was a bit more restrained.
"Um, this isn't very comfortable, Mikki!"
Mikki grinned.
"It isn't meant to be!"
A redhead in a kimono and high heels, looking very scared, was escorted into
the room by two well-muscled, heavily tattooed goons.
"This is Raquel. She is the Contest Representative whose Official Jacket and
I.D. I took for my masquerade."
Mikki looked at them contemptuously.
"You didn't even glance at the laminated ID card dangling around my neck.
I'm hardly a redhead named Raquel!"
As intended, the helpless beauty queens felt foolish.
"You are now prisoners of the Yakuza and will act in various extremely
explicit sex films. Raquel will demonstrate some of the possibilities."
The dangling beauties were dumb-struck as Mikki turned to Raquel. A frail,
delicate beauty, Raquel had a lot of allergies and required expensive medicine.
She was VERY expendable, the perfect whipping girl. The camera crew focussed on
her as Mikki started coaxing her through her performance.
"Lose the kimono, bitch."
The words were like a punch to the diaphragm. Raquel dropped the kimono and
stood, a nervously naked nookie in high heels. The carpet matched the drapes.
She was a natural redhead. Mikki patted a long table next to her.
"Get up here and show the new bitches how to do the Shit Squat."
Raquel got up on the table, squatted down and spread her legs wide,
performing a primitive, lewd, rude and crude crotch display. She put her hands
behind her head, elbows back to lift her tits. The girls were shocked when Mikki
fingered her slit and rectum. It was a definite fashion model taboo to fondle
the merchandise, no matter how flagrantly displayed.
"This position is known as the Shit Squat. Director Kao loves making his
bitches do this act of primal crotch display and he doesn't like explaining it
or asking twice! Don't try playing dumb bunny with him and pretending to not
know anything about it, unless you like pain! Right, Raquel?"
Raquel's pretty face twitched. Her head bobbed nervously, anxious to please.
"That's right, ma'am! He jabbed an electric shock thing inside my cunt and
fried me hard when I tried it!"
Mikki held up the pussy prod for inspection. It looked like a flashlight
with a long rod instead of a lightbulb. The long rod with the two electrodes on
the end evoked an involuntary gasp of horror when she thumbed the button to
spark it. The bright blue spark arched between the electrodes, crackling
wickedly. Mikki smiled.
"If we're feeling kind, we grease it up before we ram it in as far as it
will go, pressing it up tight against your cervix when we zap you."
The dangling beauties glanced at each other unbelievingly. Mikki moved right
along.
"Next, Raquel will demonstrate the 'opening of the holes' ritual that
precedes all of Kao's movies."
Raquel hated this. It made her look and feel like a piece of raw fuckmeat.
The dangling beauties watched in disbelief as the make-up and wardrobe people,
who had just helped them into their make-up and suimsuits, who had been joking
cheerfully with them, lined up, dirty smirks on their faces. Raquel blushed
furiously as they, one by one, dipped their fingers in baby oil and
finger-fucked her vaginally and anally while everyone watched and the cameras
captured her humiliation for the paying customers.
That's when it hit home. Exhibitionism was something they were very familiar
with, so a babe exposing herself was no big deal. Accepting a gang rape was a
plunge into the tiger pit. As Raquel squatted, fully exposed, teary eyed and
shamefaced, her cuntlips fully distended, wet and dripping, Vivian felt like her
heart had been stomped.
"My God! I can't believe this is happening!"
A tall, very hard-faced Japanese stepped onto the set. They could tell he
was important by the deeply respectful looks of the crew, definitely an alpha
male. Mikki was stern.
"Ladies! It's time to show what you've got to Master Kao!"
He stepped up to Vivian and cupped her pretty face in his hands, running his
thumbs appreciatively over her high cheekbones. His cold, black eyes looked
deeply into her big baby blues.
"Am I going to have a problem with you, bitch?"
Vivian blanched.
"No! Uh, no sir!"
He eyed her one-piece black swimsuit with it's lace-up sides, showing a big
strip of beautifully tanned flesh down each side. It looked like her tits were
going to explode out of the top. Her nipples and cuntlips were clearly outlined
by the thin, clinging fabric.
"Do you have a problem with showing me what you've got, bitch?"
Two spots of red flared on Vivian's cheeks, the closest she ever got to
blushing.
"No problem, feel free! Take a look!"
He undid the bows that did up the side laces. He pulled the front forward.
Vivian's big bare bumpers bounced out. Her loosened swimsuit slithered down her
body and slid to the floor, leaving her starbolic naked. He ran his hands up and
down her sleek young body. He hefted her tits, fingered her pale pink nipples,
squeezed her delectable bare buns, twirled her whispy, golden pubic hairs in his
fingers and rubbed his thumb along her slit.
"Good!"
He moved to Tawnee and eyed her stupendous tits.
"Are those real, bitch?"
"Sure! Take them out and give The Twins a squeeze!"
The Twins popped out of her bikini top easily, full, ripe and luscious. They
jiggled liquidly, proving themselves the real thing and not a pair of
over-inflated beachball implants. He jerked down her bikini bottoms. His
obscenely probing hands groped, squeezed and fondled her intimately until
Tawnee. despite her brazen front, was red-faced and gasping. She yelped as he
slapped her rump and moved on to Kelly. Kelly looked at him sullenly, doing her
best to not look impressed. Kao loved bitches like that.
"You understand what happens if you don't co-operate fully? Unwilling
bitches star in the snuff flicks."
Kelly snorted. The Yakuza film crew thought that her knowing, smirky face
was made for fuck films.
"Snuff movies are a myth! None of us should cave in just because you
threaten us with snuff flicks! There's no such thing! I saw it on the internet!
Police forces worldwide agree that no one actually makes commercial snuff
movies. It's like advertising that you're a murderer and providing them with the
evidence!"
Next to her, Hope nodded agreement vehemently.
"That's right! I read it too!"
They were deeply disconcerted when this was greeted with withering waves of
derisive laughter. Kao turned to his Production Manager.
"Explain."
The slimy little toad was delighted to put the stupid bitches straight.
"The Oyabun arranged for the police world-wide to adopt this attitude!"
Kelly rolled her eyes skeptically skyward.
"How could he do that?"
"Easy! He made a movie where several actresses were snuffed gruesomely. The
eyeball skewering sequence alone is a classic! He distributed it brazenly and
openly. Police worldwide started taking the distributers and the production
company to court, charging them with murder and as accessories to murder."
Kelly nodded.
"Yeah! I read all about it! It was a fake! Just like I said!"
Hope nodded agreement as the slimy suck-up toad continued.
"Exactly! The police looked like fools! Once the police had laid lots of
charges, the Oyabun produced the naughty little actresses who had supposedly
been snuffed, alive and giggling! They appeared on talk shows all over, talking
sarcastically about big, stupid policemen who had never heard of computer
graphics and special effects, fields in which Japan leads the world! The Oyabun
even produced one of those "the making of" videos showing how it all was done!
The police worldwide were humiliated! Now they maintain that it is all faked and
there is no such thing as a commercially made snuff film to avoid any more
embarassments in court and, above all, in front of the public and the press,
where they were made to look stupid, ignorant and naive."
Kao smiled.
"In other words, we have free reign! Computer graphics and special effects
are expensive! Dumb cunts are cheap!"
The beauties twisted uneasily at this. Kao demonstrated his artistic side.
"Reality has its own flavour!"
Kelly's swimsuit featured a large zipper down the front. Kao unzipped her
and peeled it off. A ripe, tight brunette with a neatly trimmed strip of pubic
thatch, Kelly stared at him, suddenly afraid. Kao held out his hand. Mikki
placed the pussy prod in it. Kelly tried to kick him in the nuts but, dangling
from her wrists, lacked the leverage to do anything effective. He easily avoided
it as the muscular goons grabbed her ankles and spread her legs wide. He held
the pussy prod in front of her face. She watched the angry blue spark snap
viciously between the electrodes with frightened eyes.
"Look! I'm sorry!"
She started panting hard and struggling futilely as the cameramen moved in
for close-ups: one on her crotch, one on her face.
"I believe Mikki mentioned that, if we were feeling kind, we greased it up
before insertion."
Poor naked Kelly twisted and squirmed.
"Please! You can't do this!"
"No grease for you!"
Kelly shreiked as he brutally rammed the slim pussy prod into her dry
fuckhole, burying it deep. He thumbed the button.
Kelly's naked body spasmed violently. She flushed brick red down to her
nipples.
He thumbed it again.
Every vein in her foxy face stood out, throbbing hard, as she screamed like
the damned roasting in the pits of hell. Her bare buttocks dimpled as her buns
clamped agonizingly tight. Her widespread thighs quivered, groin muscles
stretched like thick ropes along her inner thighs. Her pretty feet fluttered.
Hands tightened to fists, her long nails dug into her palms, drawing blood.
He thumbed it a third time.
Bare breasts shaking wildly, Kelly screamed piercingly, her voice sharp and
shrill, her sweat-slick torso heaving. Twin rivulets of blood trickled from her
flared nostrils.
Kao jerked the pussy prod out. His goons released her ankles. He turned to
Hope who was watching Kelly's dangling body shuddering and juddering, twisting
and jerking spastically. She stared at Kao, wide-eyed, her jaw agape. Gently, he
put a finger under her chin and pushed her mouth shut.
"OK, bitch. I'm going to let you down. I want you to take off your clothes,
get up on the table and do the Shit Squat. Understand?"
Hope nodded, too scared to speak. Kao glared at her.
"UNDERSTAND?"
Hope hastily found her voice.
"Yes, sir! Sorry sir!"
The goons let her down. She hurriedly removed her halter top and spandex
bottom. She started to remove her tennis shoes, but Kao stopped her.
"Keep the tennis shoes and white socks on, fuckhead!"
"Sorry, sir!"
She got up on the table next to Raquel, squatted, spread her legs wide and
exhibited her tight slit and wrinkled rectum to the cameras. She put her hands
behind her head, exposing herself fully. Kao dipped two fingers in the bowl of
baby oil and slipped them into her cunt. He pumped them in and out, quickly,
repeatedly. Hope's sweet, innocent face twitched with each crude penetration.
Her eyes began to tear.
"Do you have any problems with this, bitch?"
"No, sir!"
He stared deep into her scared rabbit eyes, cruel and pitiless.
"I expect my bitches to accept the most intimate handling without any
trouble."
"Yes, sir!"
Hope quickly blinked away the tears. Turning on the faucets wasn't going to
work and might earn her a taste of the dreaded pussy prod. She anxiously eyed
Kelly's dangling form. Kelly was still panting hard from her exertions,
blubbering softly. The prod was definitely to be avoided at all costs.
Hope took an enchantingly deep breath to steady herself as Kao dipped his
long fingers once more in the bowl and slipped them up her asshole, pumping in
and out, fast and furious. Hope's sweet, innocent face twitched more violently
and began to lose it's innocence, well on her way to becoming a hardened
fuckbitch opening her holes shamelessly for the cameras.
"Do you have any problems with this, cunt?"
"No, sir! None at all!"
Kao addressed the naked beauties. He gestured at Kelly.
"Since the bitch has cast doubt on whether I follow through on my threats,
one of you is about to star in her first, and last, snuff film. It's just a
question of which one sets the example for the rest to learn from."
The naked beauty queens looked at each other uneasily. Self-centred Vivian,
never one to win a sensitivity award, stared at stupid Kelly.
"Way to go, fuckhead!"
Chapter 6 - Snuff Star
The shamefaced beauty queens squatted in a row on the long table, doing the
Shit Squat while a long line-up of staff (ever watched the movie credits to see
how many 'little people' there are?) opened their holes with oily invasive
fingers. The line on one side of the table parted wet, dripping cuntlips for a
quick finger fuck. After that was done, they went around the end of the table
and back down the other side, happily burying fingers to the knuckle in aching
anuses, giving a few quick, playful twists as they went. Since his cunts didn't
usually last too long, Kao had perfected the art of bringing the fuckmeat up to
speed. His deeply traumatized lovelies rapidly lost any inhibitions, shyness or
sense of shame. What was left of their numbed minds was firmly focussed on what
was between their legs. His combination of a group grope with a gangbang worked
wonders on unwilling wenches.
While the others were working hard at achieving the Fully Fucked Female look
that Kao valued (who said that being a passive receptacle was the easy part?),
Kelly still dangled from her wrist cuffs. Kao gave her sweating buns an intimate
squeeze, running the edge of his hand up the crack of her ass. Kelly licked her
lips nervously.
"I'll do anything you want! I admit it! I was fucking stupid! Please! You
don't have to kill anyone just to make a point!"
"Of course I do! You're still being a stupid cuntbrain."
Kelly's foxy face flinched.
"Sorry!"
Kao's studied her naked body insolently.
"Ready to open your holes for the cameras while everybody watches?"
Thinking that this would distract him from his suddenly all-too-believable
death threats, feeling enormous guilt after Vivian's vicious, catty rebuke, her
aching fuckhole still burning from the prod, Kelly quickly agreed.
"Absolutely! I have no problem with making a fuck flick! That's what I'm
here for!"
"Good! You can be the timer while the others compete! Loser gets snuffed!"
His words were like another brutal jolt of the prod. The shapely brunette
was deeply distressed. Also confused.
"I'm a timer? What's that got to do with opening my holes for the cameras?"
Kao's crew grinned knowingly. Kao gestured imperiously to the goons. They
lowered Kelly and released her from her cuffs. Kao was curt.
"Kneel on the floor! Knees spread wide! And wait!"
Kelly knelt, red-faced, arms at her side. Crouching cameramen took shots of
her swollen cuntlips and focussed thoughtfully on her thin, neatly cut and
trimmed, carefully shampooed and fluffed, strip of brunette pubic hair.
The opening of the holes was done. The flushed, dripping beauties still did
the Shit Squat, afraid to do anything else without Kao's express permission. Kao
clapped his hands for attention. He pointed to Tawnee and Vivian.
"You two bitches lie on your backs on the floor, side by side, five feet
apart."
Tawnee and Vivian clambered down from the table and lay down as indicated.
"Palms flat on the ground on either side. Pull your knees up to your chest,
point your toes prettily and spread your legs wide!"
They spread them, feeling and looking like complete whores. Kao pointed to
Raquel and Hope.
"You two bitches squat over their faces, close but not touching."
Tawnee and Vivian each found herself staring up at a swollen, pouty
cuntslit, inches from her face. The smell of baby oil and cunt musk filled their
nostrils.
"We tie your hands behind your backs."
Hope and Raquel obediently put their slender wrists together behind them.
Their delicate wrists were strapped together with plastic ties that could only
be cut loose.
"We put the strangling wires in place so that the loser can be dealt with
promptly."
The two muscular goons stepped up behind Hope and Raquel and wrapped wire
garottes, a length of wire with a wooden handle on either end, around their pale
white throats. There was dead silence on the set.
"Now, we load up our two contestants."
Raquel and Hope flushed a much deeper shade of red as the catheters were
inserted up their piss tubes and syringes of dark yellow beer piss inflated
their bladders. The catheters were removed and they squatted, struggling to
retain bladder control, inches from Tawnee and Vivian's taut faces. Kao assigned
them their roles.
"You two whores lying on your backs, you lick the squatting bitches' slits
soothingly over and over, from one end to the other. STARTING NOW!"
Tawnee and Vivian hurriedly started licking as best they could. Kao
encouraged the straining contestants.
"You, bladder bitches! Help them out! Squat lower!"
He watched the slit lickers critically.
"Lick the full length of the slit. Big, long licks!"
When the two slit lickers were licking the proffered swollen cuntlips like
thirsty dogs lapping up water, he turned his attention to Kelly.
"Next, we start the timer. If our two contestants can hold their bladders so
that not a drop of urine hits the floor for the length of time it takes the
kneeling bimbo to finish a five-way, they both win! If a single drop of piss
from a bitch hits the floor before the bimbo's finished the five-way, that bitch
is instantly garotted."
He smiled expansively.
"So we can have either two winners, two losers or one of each."
Kelly had a small, little question.
"What's a five way?"
"You fuck five men at once! When you finish the last one, you are done, the
time is up, the contest is over and any survivors will be truly grateful. The
losers will, of course, be less than pleased. However, they will be in no
position to complain to you personally! So, the faster you can do the five
fuckers, the better."
He nodded at the five, powerfully built, stark naked fuckboys. They had been
selected for stamina rather than speed to make everyone sweat hard. Kelly
grunted as one knelt in front of her, made his dick slick with baby oil and
rammed his way into her swollen cunt. The one kneeling behind her slipped his
greased sausage into her shit hole.
"Two hand jobs are next. Hold your hands straight out at either side, grip
their dicks and start masturbating them."
The two men standing on either side of Kelly smirked when she wrapped her
slim fingers around their dicks and started pumping.
"Hang your head over the shoulder of the gentleman in front of you and start
licking the dick of the guy standing behind him."
Being fucked from front and back, masturbating two men, one with either
hand, Kelly wrapped her lips around the joystick of the fifth fuckboy. She
sucked it like a lollipop. It was a difficult feat of co-ordination: sucking,
pumping two dicks and trying to find a hip motion that satisfied both the
frontdoor and backdoor fuckboy, keeping her fuck hole and shit hole clamped
tight. The cameramen had a good time capturing her pumping fingers, her sucking
lips and licking tongue, her bare breasts squashed against the chest of the
frontdoor fuckboy and both one-eyed worms diving in and out of her stretched
open holes.
Slit licker Tawnee realized that her straining bladder babe, Raquel, was in
deep trouble early in the game. A delicate, small-boned beauty, Raquel was
obviously unused to any sort of extended muscular exertion. Every square inch of
her delectable skin glistened with the thick oily sweat of one who was merely
very pleasantly shaped flab. Raquel was pasty faced and deep in shock as she
strained desperately to hold it in, going on will-power alone. Her tits quivered
tremulously as she kept whispering the same words over and over, faster and
faster.
"Oh my God! Oh my God! oh my god ohmygodohmygod
ohmygodohmygodohmygodohmygodohmygod..."
Her lips blurred the words together frantically. Everyone began to get the
feeling that frail, delicate Raquel just wasn't going to make it.
Beavering away under a squatting Hope, slit licker Vivian decided that she
was going to try to switch sides. Better to be a fucker than to be fuckmeat or
snuffmeat. She thought that Kao liked her, at least a little. She hadn't mouthed
off or disrespected him. She had noted that his choice of contestants for the
privilege of being snuffed didn't include her. She wasn't being forced to keep
five guys happy at once, like poor, struggling Kelly. Of all the women, Kao had
selected to feel her up first. Priding herself on being a realist, Vivian worked
hard to always be on the winning side. In this case, that was Kao's side. She
figured that her nearest competition was Tawnee. She wondered how she could ace
Tawnee out a bit.
Hope was distressed and Kao grinned when Vivian began pushing her tongue
further and further into Hope's wet, swollen slit with each lick, parting Hope's
cuntlips with her muscular tongue. Although this placed an extra strain on
Hope's bursting bladder, Vivian didn't give a shit. Stupid Hope wasn't going to
last anyway. If she didn't die now, Vivian had a feeling that Kao would soon
have Hope screaming her way into oblivion for the cameras. He obviously had
Kelly scheduled to be serious fuckmeat, a hard-humping whore buried in sperm. A
brief glance over convinced her that pasty faced, sweat slick, totally
traumatized Raquel muttering hysterically to herself was dead meat. Athletic,
titanic titted Tawnee was definitely the one to beat.
Vivian arched her back to push her big boobs out and started gaving them an
enchanting little jiggle with each deep lick. She clenched her fists, pumped her
hips lewdly and began to moan softly as if in orgasm. Kao assigned an extra
cameraman to cover all the details of her charming little performance.
Kelly's was having a bit of luck, starting to get the difficult combination
of rhythms involved in a five-way. Of course her task was simplified as her
rapists unloaded one by one. Her foxy face was sprayed with sperm as the BJ
worked it's wonders. Shortly after, a thick load of bull gravy was pumped into
her bowels.
Her outspread upper arms felt like they were on fire as she tried to do
justice to the two handjobs. She was deeply grateful when first one and then the
other fountained sperm for the cameras in good strong ejaculations that
splattered a long squirt of semen over her hands and forearms.
The frontdoor fuckboy stood, lifting her in a muscular display, still
pumping his dick in and out smoothly. Kelly wrapped her legs around him and
stuck her tongue in his mouth. She ran her hands over his powerful torso and
clamped down with her pussy, trying hard to coax the juice from his nuts before
anyone's bladder control evaporated.
Little patters of sweat dripped from Hope's straining nakedness onto
Vivian's seductively posturing, nubile nudeness. It was tiring putting on the
lewd little fuck show for her personal cameraman. Vivian decided to push things
along. She wrapped her lips around Hope's piss tube and sucked hard. Hope,
straining mightily to hold it in, was taken by surprise at this unexpected
attack. She promptly lost it. Naughty Vivian scooted quickly out of the way as
Hope's piss sprayed out messily. She sat up, scrubbed her face with her hands,
leaned back on her arms to show off her tits, shook her golden tresses and
winked brazenly at Kao. He grinned back. Vivian was definitely his sort of
bitch.
Hope stared incredulously at her.
"You b..."
The garotte was jerked tight. Blood seeped out around the strangling wire as
it ate into her throat. Hope's eyeballs bulged and her tongue protruded as her
face turned purple. She twitched and shuddered, her lovely legs scrambling
wildly across the floor in total unco-ordination as she was choked like a
chicken.
Raquel stared in horror as Hope emptied her bowels and her protruding,
bloodshot eyes rolled up in her head. She began to cry helplessly as her
straining sphincter muscles gave way and her bladder began to drain. Tawnee
wrapped her lips around Raquel's pisshole, creating a seal. Bringing her
athletic experience in chugging beer to bear, Tawnee opened her throat and
gulped down Raquel's hot, strong piss, swallowing every drop. She glared
defiantly at Kao.
"Raquel wins! Not a drop hit the floor!"
Vivian smirked. From the expression on Kao's face, it looked like smartass
Tawnee had definitely dropped out as competition.
Chapter 7 - A Bitchbuster Is Born
Vivian spread her legs and Kao rammed his stiff gristle into her hot
honeypot. She locked her ankles together behind his back and clamped down hard,
pumping strongly. She psuhed her tongue between his lips and wrapped it around
his tonsils.
In the next room Raquel was on her knees, eagerly gobbling the Production
Manager's baby eel. Vivian didn't think that would be a winning strategy. The
slimy little toad would betray her in a heartbeat, but that was Raquel's
problem. A girl's gotta do as best she can under the circumstances.
She licked Kao's earhole as he shot a hot wad into her.
"I want to help you sweat the bitches. I have lots of ideas!"
Kao was skeptical, but he kept his dick inside her, warm and cosy.
"Like what?"
"I bet lots of guys like seeing a babe do the sweating. It's that whole
lesbo thing. Right?"
Kao grunted. This was true enough.
"Well! I'm a dynamite babe. I could do it!"
Kao shrugged indifferently.
"I have an idea for getting you lots of really hot babes for your flicks!"
He was definitely interested in that one.
"I could pretend that I've started a modelling agency. I know lots of
dynamite bimbos from the beauty contests I've been in. My little black book has
their names and numbers because I think that contacts are important! The lazy
bitches all want to be fashion models. I phone them up, tell them I'm running a
modelling agency now and offer them a big paying gig! They know me! Having a
woman as judas goat really works. Lots of women don't really trust guys, but
they're like sheep if their contact is a babe. I mean, you used Mikki to suck us
in, right? Worked like a charm!"
In the next room, Raquel almost choked as the baby eel spat down her throat.
A short while later, surrounded by cameramen in the dark, a lone spotlight
focussed on Vivian. She was dressed in a way that Marlene Dietrich would have
applauded.
Standing confidently in the spotlight, wearing a top hat and tails, thigh
high black stockings, spike heels and nothing else, Vivian twirled her black
cane for the cameras, child's play for a former cheerleader. The front of the
jacket was cut back to show off her big bouncing boobs. She kept her legs
slightly parted so that her cuntlips were clearly visible along with her whispy
blond pubic curls. She smiled brightly at the camera.
"Hi! Welcome to Painhouse! I'm Bitchbuster. My first bitch is Big T!"
Tawnee, wearing a black kimono with a red dragon on the back, stepped into
the spotlight with obvious reluctance. She tottered a bit, unused to the six
inch stiletto heels, and looked at Vivian sullenly.
"Big T! Tell everyone what happens if you don't do just exactly what I tell
you to!"
Tawnee looked at her sullenly.
"Some guys hold me down, ram an electric prod up my cunt and spark it inside
me."
Vivian looked offstage.
"Toss me one of those pussy prods so everyone can see what we're talking
about here!"
Vivian deftly snatched it out of the air as it sailed by. She held the long,
slim electric probe up and snapped it repeatedly for the cameras.
"How's that for a motivator, eh?"
She tossed it back and addressed Tawnee.
"Now that we understand your character's motivation, let's get on with the
performance!"
She ganced down at her own bare boobs and naked cunt.
"Looks like you're a little over-dressed for the part. Lose the kimono and
show everyone what you've got!"
Pretending indifference, Tawnee shrugged off the kimono. It slid down her
body and onto the floor. She stood nude for the cameras. Kao had made sure that
her bladder was fully inflated for the occasion. Tawnee was studiedly nonchalant
and gave nothing away about it, superb at masking her inner struggles.
"Wow! Now we know why you're called Big T! Look at the size of those melons!
Spread your legs a bit and show everyone your moneymaker!"
Tawnee spread them.
"Hands behind your back!"
Vivian tied Tawnee's thumbs tightly together behind her, leaving her fingers
waggling free but useless. Another spotlight opened up, focussed on a stool with
a long, thick greased dildo fastened to and projecting up from the middle of the
seat. Vivian smiled very brightly at Tawnee.
"Oh look! A very special seat for Big T!"
Vivian grinned wickedly.
"Straddle that and wrap your cuntlips around it, Big T!"
Vivian batted her baby blues coyly at Tawnee, eyeing her nude form brazenly,
licking her lips lewdly.
"I picked it personally, just for you!"
Tawnee inspected the grotesquely oversized dildo sourly. She looked at
Vivian with disgust.
"I'm surprised that none of the losers a bimbo like you must go out with
never told you that bigger isn't necessarily better! You're definitely
over-reacting to all those pencil-dicked geeks you've been fucking."
Vivian picked up a ball gag. Tawnee arched her eyebrows sardonically.
"Is the pressure of this conversation getting to be too much for you?"
Vivian smiled very sweetly indeed.
"Actually, it's to keep you from biting! Open wide!"
Tawnee opened her mouth and Vivian popped in the bright red ball gag and
buckled it in place. Vivian patted the seat of the stool, her whole face one big
dirty smirk.
"Big T! Everybody wants to see you straddle this monster! Go for it!"
Tawnee hesitated. Vivian encouraged her gagged, smart-mouthed guest of
honour.
"Would you prefer the pussy prod?"
Tawnee sighed. She straddled the stool and lowered herself. Her cuntlips
were parted by the cold, slimy monster dildo. She shuddered as it slithered up
her love canal.
Vivian's eyes gleamed.
"Is it all the way in, Big T?"
She squatted down and had a good look at the clearance between Tawnee's
cuntlips and the seat of the stool.
"You've got a bit farther to go! Lift your feet up off the floor. Touch
your thighs to your nipples. That should seat you nicely!"
Tawnee groaned as she impaled herself fully, raising her knees so that her
jiggling nipples kissed the tops of her thighs.
"All nice and comfy?"
Tawnee moaned and Vivian sniggered.
"I'm going to fold your legs back and tie your ankles to the back rung of
the stool. Then you'll be ready for action!"
Vivian tied Tawnee's ankles to the back rung.
"Don't worry about tipping over the stool, Big T! It's bolted to the floor."
Vivian looked at Tawnee's tits critically and grinned.
"I bet I can tweak them up a bit!"
She bent over and sucked one of Tawnee's big cherry nipples into her mouth.
Tawnee screamed as Vivian bit down, not enough to puncture with her teeth, but
certainly enough to bruise. She worked the other nipple with her teeth until
both Tawnee's teat were swollen and protruding nicely.
"There! That's much better!"
Raquel, wearing only high heels and a slave choker, sauntered out, wiggling
and jiggling delectably. She handed Vivian a roll of plastic cling wrap. Vivian
slapped her rump playfully and she scooted back off. Offstage, she squatted
down, unzipped him and began giving the Production Manager's baby eel yet
another lip massage.
Vivian unrolled a length of cling wrap.
"Now for the fun!"
She wrapped the clear plastic cling wrap around Tawnee's head several times,
sealing her nostrils and lips.
"You see what I meant about not being allowed to bite!"
Naked, generously over-endowed Tawnee began putting on a real jiggle show as
she writhed and squirmed, impaled on the stool. She rode up and down the dildo a
bit, but didn't have enough travel and leverage to get off it. She moaned and
groaned in misery, her lungs burning. Tawnee's overburdened bladder emptied,
soaking the seat of the stool and dripping onto the floor.
As Tawnee writhed sinuously on the dildo, Vivian swarmed around her in top
hat and tails, hefting Tawnee's titanic tits, twisting her nipples, squeezing
her buttocks and playfully pinching her cuntlips and clit with her long, sharp
nails. Tawnee squealed and bellowed frantically. After two minutes of
increasingly desperate writhings, Vivian thoughtfully picked at the edge of the
cling wrap with her fingernails, unwrapped it from Tawnee's sweat-soaked,
beet-red face, balled it up and threw it away.
Tawnee's big bosom heaved as she inhaled cool, soothing oxygen into her hot,
aching lungs. Vivian picked up the roll of cling wrap and pulled off another
section. She smiled brightly.
"That was fun! We'll just wait until Big T catches her breath a bit and then
we'll do it again and again and again! Let's see if I can get her to shit
herself!"
Tawnee, her eyes huge, moaned in fear.
In the next studio, Kao's Production Manager had been given permission to
film a scene for the BIMBO-LICIOUS fuck flick. Watching Kelly do the five-way
had given Raquel an idea for making Kelly do a bi-sexual seven-way. In between
sessions of coaxing spit from his baby eel, Raquel had helpfully confided her
idea to the slimy little toad. A Master Suck-Up who knew who to suck, what to
suck and how hard to suck, the slimy little toad had presented this as his own
idea to the powers that be. He had been given the go-ahead. He loved the way
Raquel gave a little choke as his baby eel spat his small, but powerful
ejaculations down her throat. Sucking up to the suck-up was working out for the
desperate, high maintenance, small-boned babe.
The first fuckboy lay on his back, his well-oiled penis erect. Kelly lowered
herself on top face-up as well, wrapping her rectum around his greasy sausage.
The next fuckboy lay on top and slipped his slimy snake into her fuckhole. She
masturbated two laying-down fuckboy with her feet and two kneeling ones with her
hands. The one on top of Kelly arched his back. Raquel came out and earned her
keep by sitting on Kelly's face. The top fuckboy had his face buried between
Raquel's breasts.
Raquel was encouraging as she half smothered Kelly with her cunt.
"Come on, Kelly! You can do it! Look at this poor guy on top! He's almost
breaking his back and smothering between my tits! Don't make him do all the
work! Pump your hips, girl! Work those toes! Grip snugly with those pretty
little fingers and pump your hands up and down!"
She looked down between her thighs at poor gasping Kelly, working hard to
master this major feat of hand-eye-foot-mouth-cunt-rectal motor co-ordination.
"Oh, and remember to breath!"
Everybody but Kelly chuckled.
A few days later, in New York City, Sandy answered the phone. She was
sitting on the edge of the bed next to her twin sister Mandy. High breasted
beauties, the two fabulous blonds were gloriously naked with their long lovely
legs spread. Between their parted thighs, each had her boyfriend of the moment
beavering away, his face buried in her crotch, licking and sucking skilfully.
Sandy and Mandy saw eye to eye on the importance of keeping their men busy
picking pubic hairs out from between their teeth. If a man wasn't a
dyed-in-the-wool muff diver, the twins weren't interested.
Sandy chatted cheerfully on the phone while Mr. Muff Barker licked and
sucked between her legs.
"Vivian! Nice to hear from you! You're running your own modelling agency? A
big, secret shoot? Wow! That's a lot of money! You want both of us? When and
where?"
She nodded her head vigorously, winking at Mandy who was listening with
interest.
"Sure! No problem! We'll be there!"
She hung up. Mr. Muff Barker looked up from his canyon yodeling.
"What was that about?"
His beard and moustache were soaked and dripping pussy juice. She ruffled
his hair teasingly and pushed his face back into her crotch. Men were fools, but
they had their uses. She loved the way his moustache tickled as she scrubbed her
cunt over his hairy face. She rebuked him playfully.
"I didn't say that you were done yet!"
Mr. Muff Barker wasn't that interested in girl talk anyway. His tongue
flicked over Sandy's stiff clit and he went back to having a serious
conversation with the canoe driver.
When the muff divers had washed their faces and left, Mandy was curious.
"Vivian's running her own modelling agency now?"
"Yup! She's running this secret fashion shoot down at the docks. It's on
some huge container ship called the Pussy Maru!"
"The Pussy Maru! Great name! So she wants us to model on this big ship?"
"Yup! Big bucks, too! We have to keep it secret because they don't want
other people stealing their idea of shooting a fashion video on a cargo ship."
"So when is this?"
"Four in the morning, tomorrow. Bright and early when no one is up and
about! They do it then because they don't want any gawkers and also to keep it a
secret."
Mandy grinned.
"Whoopee! The big time at last!"
Sandy held her finger up to her luscious lips.
"Mum's the word!"
"My lips are sealed!"
"Knowing you, they're probably sealed around some guy's cock!"
