Club X
by Fire-Bird (Inspired by Dolcett)
Chapter 05 "Dungeon."
As they descended the stairs Robin smelled sweat once again, but this time
it was intermingled with burning flesh. As they descended the screams and loud
moans gained intensity. Her pussy was already juiced and it started flowing
again as they got to the floor. She stood there with wide eyes taking in the
room's activities.
"Wow! I never knew it was so heavy." she exclaimed.
She looked over to a slave who was tied bent over a cross. Her master was
pushing thick red hot pokers into his slave's ass and cunt. The girl
screams were deafening. The more she wriggled the more her body came into
contact with the pokers. Her master pushed the pokers in deeper and deeper.
Another slave was suspended by a rope in the ceiling. She had a metal ring
through her cunt lips connected to a length of chain. At the end of the
chain was a large metal ball. It was cruelly stretching her vagina lips.
Combined this with razor wire wrapped around the girl's breasts and a
large metal rod with a sharp end being pushed through the girl's breasts.
The slave was blindfolded and gagged. She also didn't appear to be moaning.
Robin wondered if she was dead.
A man with a hood was ass-fucking a slave. The slave's mistress had just
cut off the girl's breasts and calling out for some dogs to eat the large
mammary glands while the slave watched on.
Robin was then distracted by a man pulling along his slave. He obviously
wasn't happy with her and told her to get up onto a bench. The bench
had a very nasty circular saw blade on top. The slave did as she was told
and laid back on the bench. Her pussy was facing the blade. She looked up
at her master hoping to see a smile. She got one, but it wasn't a smile
of fun, it was a smile of deadly enjoyment.
Her master flicked the blade and it responded with a tinging noise. He told
his slave that she must push herself down onto the blade. Then without a
second look he turned the saw on. The motor screamed into life. The slave
stared at the circular spinning wheel between her legs. She felt the breeze
of the saw against her sensitive inner-thighs. Then her master put his hands
on her shoulders and pushed her forwards.
Robin watched on in horror as the blade tore into the girl's pussy and
body. The slave did as she was told and held her body down tight to the
bench as the blade tore into her body. Her master continued to push her
onwards. The terrified look of the slave was the last thing Robin saw and
she closed her eyes. A few seconds later and the blade was turned off.
Robin opened her eyes and saw the slave had been cut in two.
"That must be a new addition." said Nancy. She looked Robin. "Told you it
got rough down here sis. Do you want to go back upstairs?"
Robin was shaken by what she saw and definately considered the idea of
going back upstairs. But she knew this is the lifestyle she wanted.
"...um ... no. I'm okay. Bit of a mess though."
Nancy looked at Robin. She smiled when she saw Robin smiling at her.
Robin was enjoying all this thought Nancy.
Robin turned around and saw another slave. Her master had a strong of
razor wire between her legs. It was run through a pulley in the ceiling.
The master pulled on the wire and as his slave slid down the wire it ripped
into her cunt and ass flesh. Then she was slowly lifted off the ground as
the wire cut into her. The master grabbed his slave's legs and pulled her
up and down the wire. Blood was streaming out of the slave's cuts.
Robin wondered if there was a competition to see who could be the most
brutal amongst the masters. It seemed like all the slaves were being tested
or tortured beyond the point of sanity. But then she thought that this is
what the slaves signed on for when they made their vows.
Robin and Nancy felt Jim pull on their arms and they allowed him to push
them into the next room. There Robin saw more tortures. A slave was bleeding
from numerous holes in her body. A man was poking her with a three ponged
trident. The slave stood there. Apart from her hands tied behind her back
she wasn't bound to a post or the floor. She was standing their because her
master commanded it.
Another slave was screaming as her master was pushing her down onto a large
wooden seat. It was totally covered with inch long spikes. Her master was
forcing her to gyrate and rub herself on the spikes.
Beside her was a slave lying on her back on a wheel. It was spinning around
slowly. A man stood there with a serious look on his face while another man
was whipping the slave. She screamed with each strike and like Robin, counted
the strikes. She was nearing seventy when Jim ushered the girls out through
another door outside.
There was a large crowd ready to watch the drawing of the lottery. Jim took
Nancy up to the podium. Robin was watching the crowd. It was a mix of slaves,
masters. Some just standing there, others in various torture positions. Jim
returned to Robin's side. Robin saw that her sister was standing up on the
podium with six other girls. Her number was taped to her leg. She was number
twenty five.
A tinny voice cut through the crowd noise. Masters and slaves went silent.
"Good evening masters and slaves. We had a good turn out for the BBQ tonight
so let's get started. Two numbers will be drawn tonight. If you're number
isn't picked, return back to your master. Good luck. Mistress Michelle will
pick the first number."
Nancy stood there watching the crowd.
"Number 117 ... Caroline Nolan."
Robin saw a girl standing beside Nancy. She stared straight ahead. The girl
who was picked walked down the stairs. Then it was quiet again as the next
number was drawn to see who was the next to be roasted..
"Number 25 ... Nancy Lynde."
"Oh no!" exclaimed Nancy. Robin looked up at her sister and watched as she
came down the stairs to join the other girl. The crowd clapped for both
Nancy and Caroline. A man in a Club X t-shirt stood beside the girls and
put his hands up for quiet.
"Thank you everyone. Come back in half an hour to see the spitting. Enjoy
yourselves in the Dungeon or upstairs in the bar. Thank you."
The crowd dispersed while Nancy and Caroline were led away.
"Hi Nancy, my name is Caroline."
"Hi Caroline. Tough break huh?"
"You're telling me," said Caroline. "This is my first time here and I was
only doing it for a dare. I'm only eighteen. I'm so scared. I don't want
to piss myself before they roast me."
"You'll be okay Caroline," comforted Nancy. "They'll let you go to the
toilet before we go back. I guess you haven't been to a cook out before?"
"No, why?" asked Caroline.
"Well, let's just say they don't tie you to the pole."
"Really? But they have to or we'll slip around and ... oh ... oh gawd!"
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Ten minutes later Nancy was sitting on a table having her pussy hair
shaved. She was staring at the clock on the wall and estimated she had
twenty minutes left to live. Once she was shaved she was led to a jail
cell where Caroline was waiting. She wondered if this was how a turkey
felt before the killing.
"Hey Nancy. You've been to these cookouts before right?" asked Caroline.
"Yeah. A couple."
"Silly question, but is the food any good."
Nancy smiled. "Yeah Caroline. It's fantastic. Especially the breasts
and cunt."
The door opened. Jim and Robin walked in. Jim had attached a leash to
Robin's collar. Another man entered and Nancy assumed it was Caroline's
master.
"Hi Sweetheart. I'm sorry you lost the draw." said Jim.
"It's okay. I guess I am kind of scared."
Nancy looked at Robin. "Do me a favour Robin. Please look after Jim until
he gets a new slave."
Without even thinking Robin said yes. She was too busy listening in on
Caroline's conversation.
"Danny. Please make up some story for my Dad. I don't think he'd like the
idea of his little girl being roasted and eaten by strangers."
They chatted for a few minutes. Then jailer returned and said it was time
for the slaves to go out and get cooking.
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