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From Muff To Snuff

Chapter 5 The Meat Goes To Market

Chapter 5 - The Meat Goes To Market

	Each dishevelled beauty sat silently in the bus, a large tampon stuffed up her
burning cunt to keep her from leaking. Their handcuffed hands rested in their
laps. Each wore only a flimsy t-shirt with PROPERTY OF THE MEAT LOCKER
stencilled on the back. It just barely covered their heinies. Well-chewed
nipples and sperm soaked pubic triangles were clearly visible through the flimsy
fabric.

	Beulah stood at the front of the bus and clapped her hands for attention. Time
for the pep talk.

	"OK, bitches. Listen up!"

	The raped-over beauties stared at her dully. It had been a long, hard trip.
Being fist-fucked and gang raped takes a lot of the snot out of even the
haughtiest beauty queen.

	"From now on, you're whores. You strip. You suck. You fuck. You wiggle your
bums. You jiggle your tits. You are the personal property of Belial's Brethren.
They need white meat for their whore houses, fuck flicks and stroke mags and
you're it. You do what you're told or you get hurt. You will be asked to do
stuff that's painful and degrading. I guarantee that, if you refuse, you will be
punished and then you will find yourself doing something much more painful and
degrading."

	A pretty blond  muttered despondently, "Oh, that's just great. Tell us some
more good news."

	Beulah nodded at a biker in the aisle near the pretty blond mouthpiece. He
grabbed her by the handcuffs, pulled them up over her head, lifted her off the
seat and popped her in the diaphragm with a rock-hard fist. He let go and she
dropped back into her seat.

	The pretty blond doubled over and tried to suck air from between her kneecaps.
Beulah stalked over and wrapped a fist in her long silken hair, pulling her
pretty gasping face up.

	"Nobody likes a mouthy whore, bitch. You speak only when spoken to or when
you're hustling a john. You mouth off again and I'll sew every opening in your
body shut while the cameras roll. The freaks will pay big bucks to see that.
Don't tempt me."

	The pretty blond apologised to the fierce black whore trainer as sincerely as
she knew how.

	Beulah chatted encouragingly about the importance of obedience and discipline
and the unspeakable consequences of defiance. She showed them pictures and
spelled it out for them. The battered beauties were totally convinced.



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