Last Chapter - The End
The masked audience waited expectantly as the curtain went up. A semi-circle
of seven hangman's nooses surrounded a large chopping block. On either side of
the chopping block were two deep, clear plastic barrels set in wells in the
stage floor. They applauded enthusiasticaly as Miki conducted Joanne onstage.
The athletic lovely from THE Health Club was dressed in the clothes she had
been captured in. Pumped full of amphetamines and caffeine, she was glistening
with sweat and extremely apprehensive. Miki waited for the applause to die down
while the cameras and audience drank in Joanne's creamy, super-toned body.
"First, I have to introduce the noose babes!"
She turned to lovely, taut and toned Joanne.
"This is the first time you've had your clothes on in a few days, isn't it,
Joanne?"
Joanne nodded. A few days of being raped over by sick perverts had given her
a very different perspective on things.
"Yes, it feels good to have my clothes on, but it's probably too good to
last!"
Miki laughed and gave Joanne's tight ass a friendly squeeze, running her
finger along the crack. Joanne's hyped up, raped over body was trembling nicely.
"How right you are! You health club babes are certainly popular!"
Joanne nodded, trying to keep the tremor out of her voice.
"I used to think that was a good thing!"
"That outfit is pretty revealing. Everyone can see your cuntlips through
those spandex shorts!"
"I used to think that if you've got it, you should flaunt it."
"Well, you're certainly flaunting it! I bet everyone can tell by the way
everything jiggles under that sweatshirt that you're not wearing a bra. Do you
ever wear any underwear, Joanne?"
"Yeah! Once a month!"
The masked audience roared.
"Take off your clothes and show everyone the goodies, Joanne."
She bent over to untie her running shoes and the cameras zoomed in on her
buns and crotch. She peeled off her sweatsocks to reveal shapely, pedicured
feet, the toenails buffed and polished. The crowd clapped as Joanne took off her
top. All the girls Miki had selected for the evening were members of the Monster
Melon CLub. She got a bigger round of applause as she tugged down her spandex
shorts and stepped out of them.
"You can keep the sweatband on, Joanne! Put you hands behind your back and
pull your elbows together."
Joanne did it. Her elbows and wrists were strapped tightly together behind
her.
"Lifts and separates! Better than a bra!"
Joanne whimpered as the noose was lowered from the ceiling, adjusted around
her throat and pulled upwards until her heels left the ground and she was up on
the balls of her feet. It looked like all those calf workouts were going to pay
off.
"Now, I want you to be quiet as a mouse, Joanne, while I introduce the other
girls and have them strip for the audience. If you make even the smallest mousey
squeak, I'll have you hoisted high in the air and choked like a chicken! You
wouldn't want that, would you?"
Joanne's reply was hoarse and respectful.
"No, ma'am!"
Mitzi and Kirsten, in their stewardess uniforms, were a big hit. As they
took it off, Miki chatted amiably.
"We should have you babes star in one of those FLY ME commercials!"
Mitzi looked at the semi-cirlcle of nooses and at nude, noosed Joanne up on
tiptoe.
"I think that we are about to star in one!"
"You can keep those stewardess caps on, but the rest has to go!"
Mitzi and Kirsten's wrists and elbows were tied behind them. They were
noosed and hoisted up on tiptoe next to Joanne. The semi-circle of nooses was
filling up nicely.
Cheryl and Patrice were trotted out in their nurse outfits, looking prim and
proper. The crowd was appreciative. Miki stood between them and put an arm
around their shoulders.
"You're nurses, so tell me! What do you think are the hygienic aspects of
spending the last few days having total strangers pump all of your body cavities
full of pecker snot?"
Patrice's voice shook with emotion.
"I don't think that there are any hygienic aspects!"
The audience guffawed.
"Take it off, nurses! Show everyone what you've got! You can keep those cute
little nursing hats on!"
Cheryl and Patrice peeled. Their sleek, satiny bodies were superb. The
audience applauded, stamped and whistled as they were tied up, noosed up and
joined the others on tiptoe.
Saving the best for last, Lisl and JoJo got a huge round of applause as the
two fashion models did a runway walk onto the stage, hips pumping, buttocks
dimpling, long legs striding with eye-popping arrogance. Statuesque beauties,
the fashion models were shameless exhibitionists. They stripped with the
insouciant, practiced air of luscious babes that flaunt their assets regularly.
The audience was deeply appreciative as they were noosed up, prancing prettily
on tiptoe, titanic tits trembling tremulously.
The last two nooses had been filled.
Wrists tied behind them, the nude, althletic beauties from THE Health Club
pranced prettily on tiptoe in a semi-circle around Miki. For ease of handling,
they hadn't been told that this was their final farewell appearance. Of course,
at some point the thought would enter their pretty little heads that this was
it. Way too late. For the time being, as instructed, they kept a deeply
respectful silence, their eyes rivetted on Miki, the painmaster, as the audience
drank in their glorious sweat-slick bodies.
Miki smiled and gestured at the surrounding beauties.
"There's nothing like a health fanatic! The painsluts in our noosed chorus
are tight! Look at those abs, a six-pack on every one! Buns of steel! Rock hard
thighs surrounding tight cunts and I mean tight! Feast your eyes on those lovely
calves popping out like diamonds! Lots of work on the pec deck to keep those big
bare boobs high and jiggly!"
The masked audience applauded the meat so delectably displayed in front of
them. Miki continued.
"Athletic babes have a higher than normal tolerance for pain. These
particular babes have all been chosen for toughness and stamina as well as
looks, which brings us to the first little number that our noosed painsluts
would like to perform for you."
Miki eyed the audience slyly.
"I hope that you haven't lost your lottery tickets! Our first lucky winners
get to participate in the tit squeeze!"
She read out the winning numbers and was joined on-stage by a row of
grinning perverts. Each stood in front of one of the nubile painsluts, who
didn't seem exactly glad to see them, though knowing better than to say
anything. A microphone was lowered from the ceiling over each naked slut until
it hovered just over her head.
"The object of this charming little game is simple! You have five minutes to
grab your painslut's tits and squeeze and twist, using only your bare hands.
Their heels aren't touching, but they're on the balls of their feet now. The
first one to get his painslut to make a sound gets to hoist her up onto the very
tips of her tiptoes. The soundman is listening closely. The noose is placed so
that the knot is to one side for the slow strangle rather than behind the neck
for the quick necksnap. I guarantee that once they start to choke, their tongues
will protrude rudely. Ladies, meet your new boyfriends! Boyfriends, let's see
you get to first base! Go! Go! Go!"
Hard, horny hands reached out and grabbed viciously, fingers digging deep
into the quivering tit-flesh. They twisted violently, like someone who hears a
hated radio station when he starts the car. Nipples were jerked and yanked.
Red-faced and panting, sweat trickling down their sleek bare bellies and
disappearing into their smooth-shaven slits, the painsluts struggled to keep
their lips shut. It was nearing the end of the five minutes when Cheryl's
'boyfriend' switched to using both hands on one tit, braced a knee against her
chest and twisted brutally. Cheryl felt something tear agonizingly inside and
emitted a small cry. Miki held her hand to her ear and did her Little Orphan
Annie imitation.
"Hark!"
The soundman gave the thumbs up and pointed to Cheryl. The bodalicious nurse
uttered what are probably a lot of people's last words.
"Oh shit!"
Her 'boyfriend', grinning hugely and hugely erect, promptly cranked her up
so that only the tips of her beautifully polished toenails were brushing the
stage lightly. Miki eyed his erection.
"Would you like to do something about that?"
"Yes!"
"Are you a backdoor boy?"
"I can do that!"
She handed the grinning pervert a raspy cork-screw ass reamer.
"Why don't you loosen her up with this and then pump her out?"
"No problem!"
Cheryl, her pretty face darkening and her pink tongue starting to protrude,
squealed hoarsely as her masked 'boyfriend' rested the tip of the ass-reamer
against the entrance to her windward passage and began screwing it open. The
sandpaper surface of the reamer bit hard. Cheryl, who hated anal sex, managed a
small high scream like a newborn piglet being boiled alive as the reamer was
twisted and screwed in, burrowing as deeply into her fundament as possible. That
done, her 'boyfriend' unscrewed the raspy reamer. A trickle of blood seeped from
her ravaged rectum. Her 'boyfriend' stepped up on a small stool thoughtfully
provided by the experienced staff and smoothly slipped in his dick. His quick,
hard thrusts provided a few eyeball-popping moments for Cheryl. She did her
boiling piglet imitation once more. He unloaded and withdrew, leaving her to
strangle in peace, the rope thrumming as she twisted and kicked. Miki led the
applause.
"OK! Looks like he not only got to first base, he hit a home run on their
first date! That Cheryl is shameless! Let's see who our next lottery winners
are!"
She announced the winning numbers. Two rows of masked audience members, of
both sexes, evil men and cruel-hearted bitches, lined up as winners, one in
front and one behind each painslut. Each was given a eighteen inch long steel
spring, encased in black leather and attached to a wooden handle.
"The ones behind shellack their tight buns. The ones in front shellack their
poor twisted tits."
Miki pointed at Cheryl, her nubile bod jerking and shuddering, face dark,
tongue protruding, eyes bloodshot and bulging, every breath a ragged, croaking
gasp. Saliva drooled from her gaping mouth onto her jiggling breasts.
"You painsluts know better than to make a squeak! You have ten minutes. Go!
Go! Go!"
For the next while, the only sound was leather slapping quivering female
flesh. Using the spring-loaded leather straps, the lottery winners worked hard.
The painsluts worked harder.
Red-faced, panting heavily, satiny skin slick with sweat, their asses were
strapped a bright, bright red. Their bruised breasts achieved a darker crimson
hue and, swelling magnificently, protruded obscenely from each painslut's
heaving torso like twin artillery shells capped by tumescent purple nipples.
Trained brutally in the school of hard knocks by Miki and with Cheryl jerking
and juddering as an example, they emitted not a squeak. At last, the ten minutes
of fierce, flesh slapping action was over. Miki led the applause.
It had been a long struggle. Some of the painsluts' calf muscles were
starting to give out. They would choke briefly and then desperately lever
themselves back up.
"Excellent work, painsluts! For that, you get a reward! Who said that I was
a cold-hearted, evil bitch?"
A voice from the audience shouted up.
"I think that we've all said that!"
There was a roar of laughter. Miki grinned.
"There's nothing like an endorsement from the fans!"
She gestured to the handlers.
"Tie their hands in front!"
Purple faced, tongues protruding, the nude, althletic beauties from THE
Health Club strangled in a semi-circle around Miki. Noosed tight and cranked up
to the tips of their toenails and then beyond, toes clawing the air, they rasped
and croaked as Miki, superb in black leather, stood smiling for the cameras
while the painsluts kicked hard. Each of the health club babes had a loop of
rope tied around her waist and knotted at the back. From the knot at back a
length of rope was pulled down the crack of their ass and threaded tightly
between their cuntlips, passing between their legs from behind and tied tightly
around their crossed wrists in front. Their wrists were held down to waist level
by the crotch rope. They tugged up on it to try and get at the noose, but the
crotch rope held their hands firmly down. The reward part was simple. As they
slowly strangled, the crotch rope rubbed hard and tantalizingly against their
clits.
The semi-circle of naked, superbly sculpted, sweat shined bodies strained
mightily, well-muscled physiques rippling enchantingly. They kicked hard, an
obscene, ill-coordinated chorus line, while the tight noose ate into their
stretched throats. Naked thighs quivered. Bare breasts bounced. Buns dimpled. As
their pretty faces turned cyanotic blue, it became apparent that a few of the
panting choke-babes with the bulging bloodshot eyes were starting to experience
Miki's 'reward'.
While the crowd watched, grinning and nudging each other, the oxygen starved
brains of the struggling choke-babes obliviously savoured the delights of erotic
strangulation. Erect nipples, wet, fully distended cuntlips and stiff clits
attested to the erotic power of the noose for the wonderfully intrusive cameras.
Miki's generosity was relayed to the audience via close-ups. These were
displayed on large wall monitors as the cameramen focussed on the crotch ropes
rubbing hard between convulsively clenching thighs.
"And now for the chopping block babes!"
The handlers muscled Joy and Tiffany onto the stage, topless, wearing high
heels and the thong bikini bottoms that they were captured in.
Tiffany and Joy knelt in front of the semi-circle of hard-kicking, purple
faced dancers. They faced each other, their big breasts resting on the large
chopping block between them. Their widespread legs were clamped to the floor by
tightly buckled leather straps. A thick belt fastened to either side of the
chopping block and buckled tightly behind their backs kept them snugged up
close.
"Let's welcome a couple of babes we've been keeping in suspense!"
Dramatically, Miki looked up at the ceiling.
Suspended upside-down by their wide-spread ankles, Bobbi and Ursula were
lowered from high above. Their wrists were bound over their heads, fastened by a
short thick chain to a heavy cement block. They wore only high heels.
Underneath, set in wells on the stage, the clear plastic barrels of water were
postioned directly beneath the heavy cement blocks. Bright red ball gags filled
their mouths. The heavy cement blacks stretched them tight, so that their
breasts were stretched almost flat. Bobbi's long black hair hung down and flowed
over her cement block.
"Welcome aboard, Ursula and Bobbi! Could you just hang around for a while?
I'll be with you in a minute or two!"
Miki waved as their cement blocks went into the barrels and the water level
rose to cover their heads. They were lowered until the water was up to their
navels. Thighs twitching, buttocks dimpling, their frantic faces could be seen
through the clear plastic as they pulled futilely, trying to tug the heavy
cement blocks upwards so that their heads could clear the surface. Bobbi's long
hair swirled wildly in the water, framing her contorted face.
Miki sauntered over and looked between their parted legs and clapped her
hands in delight.
"Candle holders!"
Two short thick candles resting on metal plugs had been rammed into their
cunts, stretching them wide, so that the wicks were just at the level of their
labia. Miki flicked her cigarette lighter and lit them.
"These are beeswax candles. They burn much hotter and longer than paraffin
candles. We'll just wait until the beeswax starts melting in their cunts and
then hoist their heads out of the water so that they can scream for you."
As promised, it didn't take long for the top layer of hot beeswax to start
melting and cooking the walls of their cunts. They were pulled up, choking and
gasping, and when they had drained their lungs of water, started to scream
continuously into their gags.
Miki smiled down at Tiffany and Joy.
"Any last words, snuffmeat?"
Tiffany eyed the semi-circle of gasping, groaning, moaning choke-babes
rubbing hard against their crotch ropes, eyes glazed. Then she looked at Ursula
and Bobbi, red-faced and shreiking while their cunts quite literally burned
between their legs.
"If I have to die, I want a noose!"
Miki grinned and did her imitation of The Soup Nazi from Seinfeld.
"No noose for you!"
She squatted down.
"I do have a little treat for each of you before you, too, start to scream
for the cameras."
Miki bent down by each one in turn. She cut the sides of their thongs and
delicately peeled them out of the crack of their tight buns.
Bambi, wearing a cute leather choker, high heeled booties and nothing else
rolled out on a garage mechanic's trolley. On her back on the trolley, she
rolled between Joy's parted legs and began putting her clit licking skills to
use, spreading her legs and fingering herself shamelessly for the cameras while
she sucked Joy's love nubbin stiff. Joy's eyes opened wide. She had never had
such a knowledgable slit licker between her legs before. Guys just couldn't
measure up. It definitely took a woman's tongue.
"Oh Jeez!"
It's not that Miki was getting tender-hearted in her old age. It's just that
a stiff clit is more easily amputated. Just short of Joy's first gigantic
orgasm, Bambi stopped sucking. Miki reached between Joy's legs with a small
scalpel and had Joy screaming high with one deft slice. Bambi parted her lips
and Miki dropped Joy's severed clit down her throat. Bambi hungrily wolfed it
down and licked the blood from Joy's crotch, savagely probing the wound with her
tongue. Miki's scalpel flashed again. Joy's swollen cuntlips were sliced away
and gulped down by badgirl Bambi.
Joy screamed hard while Bambi probed her crotch cuts viciously with her
brutally invasive tongue. Miki looked down at Bambi, grinning wickedly up at her
with blood-smeared lips.
"Bambi! I think she's mad because you didn't let her cum!"
Miki stared at Tiff, her cruel, slitted eyes gleaming brightly.
"Tiffany! It's your turn to have your sweetmeats harvested and gulped down
by our extremely talented mouth whore!"
Sweating and trembling, Tiffany was still the sarcastic rich bitch.
"Gee! I can hardly wait to NOT CUM in Bambi's face!"
The audience chuckled and waited for Miki to cut her down to size.
Bambi, thoroughly enjoying her newfound badgirl status, scooted around on
the mechanic's trolley and dipped her wet pink tongue into Tiff's quiff. Tiffany
tried hard to ignore the deliciously probing tongue and sweet lips caressing her
love slit. She grew stiff despite herself, her body betraying her completely.
She whimpered as Miki, grinning hugely, reached between her legs with the small
sharp blade and made the delicate incisions that robbed her of her throbbing,
achingly swollen womanhood at the same time it robbed her of her rapidly
cresting orgasm. She joined Joy in shreiking and blubbering as Bambi gulped down
the bloody gobbets of intimate female flesh.
Pumped up on drugs, Joy just couldn't stop screaming. Miki popped in a ball
gag to keep it down to a dull shreik. Although quieter, Tiff was shaking quite
badly.
Miki gave the thumbs down. Ursula and Bobbi were still shreiking hard when
their heads disappeared under the water. Miki rubbed her ears.
"Wow! Are those bitches ever loud! Not like the noose babes, some of whom
are still twitching and dripping. All you hear from them is the odd croaking
gasp along with the occasional death rattle!"
She glanced at Tiff.
"I know you don't have ears anymore, but can you hear me Tiff?"
"Yes, I can hear you, not that I want to!"
"You know those meat slicers they have in delicatessans? We have our own
special version."
Tiffany watched in horror as one was clamped on the chopping block just off
the end of her nipples. Another was positioned just off Joy's tits. Joy stopped
screaming and began struggling frantically. Neither of them seemed grateful for
Dr. Novotny's mildly numbing shots. Miki was generous as the slicers were
started up.
"Feel free to scream all you want!"
Joy and Tiffany tried to pull back but the thick strap clamping them to the
chopping block held them firmly in position. As the slicers removed the tips of
their nipples, the shrill piercing shreik duet began. Bobbi and Ursula were
pulled up out of the tank to join in the chorus.
Slice after slice of tit meat was removed and packaged for the eager
purchasers in the audience. After Joy and Tiffany's breasts had been shaved off
right down to the chest, they were bent forward until their necks were resting
on the chopping block. Miki was amazed that Tiff hadn't zoned out completely the
way Joy had. Joy was still technically alive, but she was so deeply in shock
that she would never come out of it even if she were rescued right then and
there.
"Are you ready to have you head chopped off, Tiff?"
"Yes!"
"Too bad, 'cause we have to gut you first!"
The audience laughed coarsely. Bambi pranced forward with a fishknife.
"It's designed specially for gutting, Tiff!"
Tiff looked at it resignedly.
"Wonderful! I'm betting that this is going to hurt!"
Bambi slit her open, reached in and pulled out her guts. Simultaneously,
Miki slit Joy's belly open so that her guts spilled out on the floor between her
legs
Ursula and Bobbi, their inner thighs bright red, their labia swollen
grotesquely, were lowered down for another lung-bursting dip. Miki pulled back
Tiff's hair and whispered in her earhole.
"Watch what I do to Ursula! You'll love it!"
Miki danced over to Ursula's water barrel, picking up a bottle of brandy as
she went. She removed the top and took a swig.
"Good stuff! Let's put the rest to good use!"
The big bottle gurgled as she emptied it into Ursula's barrel. She gave the
thumbs up and Ursula's smooth skin was soaked in Brandy as it was pulled up out
of the barrel. Miki removed her ball gag. Ursula, choking and coughing, was
grateful for having her airway cleared..
"Thanks."
"Don't thank me! I just don't want to waste a good ball gag!"
"What do you mean?"
The heavy cement block was quickly winched to the back of the stage. Just
before it was released, Miki reached up and used a long barbecue lighter to
ignite the brandy. Ursula's tautly stretched torso was instantly engulfed in
flames, a female flambe. The chains holding her jingled and clanked as she
jerked and twisted violently.
Released, the heavy cement block and it's flaming female swung like a
pendulum. The breeze fanned the flames with a loud whoosh and Ursula, shreiking
dementedly, a human torch, swung out over the audience.
Miki picked up a second brandy bottle and emptied it into Bobbi's barrel.
She gave the thumbs up and Bobbi's smooth torso was coated with brandy as it was
hoisted up out of the water. She too was grateful as Miki removed her ball gag.
"Thanks!"
Miki rolled her eyes comically.
"Jeez! I just had this conversation!"
Bobbi's eyes opened wide as Ursula's violently twisting, flame-engulfed body
whooshed by. She gibbered in horror as her block was winched back and Miki
ignited her brandy-dipped body. Bobbi joined her buddy as a shreiking, flaming
pendulum, arcing through the air over the audience with a loud whoosh. The fires
roared loudly as Bobbi and Ursula, shreiking like the damned, jerking and
juddering, swung through the auditorium in wide burning swaths, roasting alive.
Miki and Bambi picked up steak knives. Miki looked at the wicked saw-toothed
blade.
"It's designed to slice meat, Tiff! We can't let it go to waste!"
Miki sawed savagely at Tiffany's throat, cutting right back to the neckbone.
She jerked Tiff's severed head back to clear the way for her carotid artery to
spurt her life's blood in a high crimson fountain.
Bambi followed Miki's example. She gazed adoringly at Miki as Joy's bright
red arterial blood drenched her.
"Wow, Miki! You sure know how to show a girl a good time!"
The painsluts tap-danced on thin air, Bobbi and Ursula swung wildly in
shreiking, flame-engulfed glory while Tiff and Joy's blood fountained high in
bright red arterial squirts from their sawed open necks.
The crowd rose for a standing ovation.
