The Superigrl - Chapter 9a
!!! WARNING !!!
DO NOT PROCEED TO READ THE STORY IF YOU ARE IN DOUBT YOU CAN HANDLE THE EXTREME CONTENT. VIOLENT RAPE IS MERELY VANILLA COMPARED TO THE BULK OF THIS STORY.
--- YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED ---
The Supergirl - Chapter 9a - OKTOBERFEST
For two weeks, Supergirl is forced to help with construction the whole day... every day... to rebuild the small town. Her help is much better than any machine could normally assist for construction work. Despite her hatred for the men she does her best. Guaranteed that her daughter will not even be touched as long as she cooperates.
When the men tell her to blow their cocks when on a break she gives them what they want without question. All she does is merely merely due to the love of a mother for her daughters. Hoping that her cooperation will prevent her girls from being abused by all the filthy men in town.
Every evening the men make a bonfire with the debris of the wooden buildings. The emitters are abused in order to torture her after brutal gang-rapes. It doesn’t take long for the men to figure out that they can turn on the emitters, torture her gruesomely, turn them off to make her heal within minutes and then turn the emitters back on. Repeating physical destruction several times in the evening well into the night. Boris stands out in feasting his sadistic needs on her. Making her pay for making him live through squeezing his precious cock and balls to pulp. Traumatizing him for life.
He’s a big fan of female torture, but he particularly LOVES vaginal torture in countless cruel ways. He sometimes pulls out of the fire, thrusting the burning end deep into her vagina. Kicking it deeper and deeper eventually pounding it with a sledge hammer. Everything he can think of to slowly torture her vagina is used. Ranging from simple constructions tools like nails or screws to power tools. He really enjoys using a screw to mutilate her clitoris, labia and nipples. Slowly driving it deeper. Once deep inside, he will pull it out slowly with pliers. Occasionally he will do it with her eyes as well. Her breasts are mutilated several times per evening. Squeezed, mauled, stabbed, fucked internally, sliced, diced, ripped, burnt...
Burnt to a crisp... both breasts and pussy. Burning the moist vagina to become dry, black, coal, scraping it away to burn her meat deeper and deeper until a large gaping black hole remains of her pubic area. Her breasts gone. First cut in half to expose the breast-fat before torching it long enough to melt and sometimes even burn. Her hot breast-fat causing some burn-wounds on her skin as it trickles down her body. After all the breast-fat is gone, he continues to burn anything that looks like a female part until all is coal.
Her hope, as little as it may be, is that the governments of the world will find her... rescue her out of this place that she can only describe as female hell. However... the hills around this place make it extremely difficult to find. Even for someone looking for it in the knowledge that there is such a place. Life is hell... no end in sight... there is no plan... she has no idea how to get out of the situation. She hopes for the men to make a mistake she’s able to leverage to escape with her girls... before they are eternally damaged by brutal rape. Time is running out. At this point she doesn’t even care about rescuing the other girls. They are no longer on her priority list.
At least as long as reconstruction lasts... the girls are safe. Despite the fact that she has no choice, she believes David to be a man of his word. That gives her the mental power to endure whatever tortures the men inflict on her. She can take it for the girls. Just a few days left. She tries to drag it out, but the men catch on quickly when she’s stalling. She fears the completion of the work. The moment they no longer NEED her. With every second passing... it comes closer... she is not able to protect them... she never thought this scenario was possible... an omnipotent being... turned into a slave... a sex slave... and her babies await a similar fate...
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The people of the town have gathered around the new and improved stage. Where the original stage featured only one place to secure a girl, this stage has room for four girls. Four can be tied in between five large pillars. All of them wood with the exception of the middle one. Girls can be secured with ropes or with chains. Three pillars can double as a cross for crucifixion.
The middle pillar is made of steel and has a large area around it paved with steel plates. A foot high rim makes it possible to gather a lot of wood around the pillar to enable burning at the stake. David takes the stage with Kara right behind him. As David grabs the microphone to speak to the people, a couple of men tie Kara between two pillars with rope. Her body will be suspended off the ground with her limbs forming an X. Her legs nicely spread. Emitters turned on.
“Ladies and gentlemen. We are gathered here to mourn the fallen, to officially welcome the newcomers and to celebrate the resurrection of our little town in the Valley of Death. Many of you have complained in the past year about the state of buildings and infrastructure. Your complaints had been taken to heart and we have heavily restructured, modernized and upgraded our town... our safe haven... our sanctuary... our home... We’ve built an extensive underground infrastructure that is so extensive that the vast majority most of our base is now underground, leaving only a few wooden buildings and some ruins on the surface. I cannot signify the importance of this step to the continuation of our way of life with the ever increasing satellite surveillance capabilities of our enemies. The hills around us have given us the ability to hide for a long time, but it is no longer sufficient. Our base now looks very uninteresting for future surface scans.
Many thanks to Supergirl who we owe a great deal of gratitude for making it possible to rebuild it in record time. A round of applause for Supergirl!!!”, the people in town give her a well-earned round of applause. Kara looks around astonished at the farce unfolding before her. It feels so weird to have all those evil people, who have done horrible things to her, clap for her with smiles of authentic gratitude for her efforts to rebuild this godforsaken town.
“It is upgraded to such an extend that I feel a new name is in order. Since Supergirl has been instrumental in resurrecting it from the ashes, I thought of ‘Cape-Town’, but since she never wears any clothes anymore... let alone a cape... I didn’t think it was appropriate. Besides... she destroyed it in the first place and killed many of our comrades... so... the new name... and it is very fitting to our core-business... will be...
...Rape-Town!!!”, the crowd goes wild and applauds the new name.
“In light of tonight's event I would like to hold a lottery for two prizes. A leather jacket and a leather backpack. They still need to be produced, but you’ve seen the quality of products our leather-man produces.
A word to the newcomers... the Cadets... I am aware that most of you have a history of abducting little girls. When it comes to the numbers little bitches that you were able to get off the streets one would think you are amongst the best... well... one would be wrong! The fact that you were so easily caught means that you have a great deal to learn. Also, having looked at the girls that you targeted means that we will have to work on your standards too! We only go for the real hotties here!
My good friend Boris over there... friends call him ‘Slimer’... is the best in his field. He will train you to meet his standards. Normally I would have you train in town before going into the field, but I’m afraid there is no time. We are in financial trouble and the destruction of this town certainly didn’t help! So... expect to be trained on the job! We desperately need to stock up on girls
Despite our difficult financial situation, you do not be worried about your jobs! Your employment with us is safe... I promise...”
“Ehm... Sir... why is he called ‘Slimer’?”, David smiles shortly.
“Well... if you ever see him in action you will know... it’s probably a birth defect causing his copious cock-slime oozing from his cock when working a girl. He loves to spread it all over their faces! It’s how his artistic side expresses himself... with his cock as his brush... and the girl’s face as his canvas. I guess if there are positive birth-defects for men like us... this would be ‘it’! I’m telling ya... he lives up to that name!
A special thanks for the people responsible for decorating this place! You’ve really outdone yourselves! The ornaments look phenomenal, the placement is fantastic. It’s... it’s like a work of... art!”, David waves around causally pointing out the twenty naked little girls scattered around the party area, mounted with rope to wooden crosses, hung in a similar fashion to how the ancient Romans used to hang people on their crosses. Spread around the fire-pit so that the light will accentuate the perfection of their young female bodies. A shrine to worship beautiful little girls as being the ultimate sexual objects for men to enjoy.
“So unfortunate it can’t be enjoyed by many, but let’s take a lot of pictures and distribute them throughout via other criminal organizations as a tribute to your fantastic achievement! Great job!
I do need to point out that those girls are decoration only! They are for sale and eagerly awaiting an owner. So... you can look, but don’t touch... well... I guess touching here and there is okay. I need to sell them as virgins. DO NOT de-valuate my products! Or I’d have to sell them way below market value!
Supergirl’s daughters are also up there... just as a fair warning... DO NOT TOUCH THEM!!! They are MY TOYS... MY PERSONAL FUCKING PROPERTY! They are mine... and mine alone... they are DECORATION ONLY!!!”, the people nod.
“This evening and tonight we party in celebration of the start of a new era for our operation. We will eventually become the world’s largest supplier in our market. We make the lives of powerful lonely men a lot better while doing our part in solving overpopulation... our way... the fun way... I hereby declare this early Oktoberfest officially started!”
With those words, fireworks are blasted off into the sky, music starts playing, beer flows freely, the barbecue is fired up. The men and women in town start to mingle with the new recruits... officially designated as ‘Cadets’, but casually referred to as the ‘Rookies’.
An hour into the party, David takes the stage again... calling for the lottery to start.
“Great people of Rape-Town... here... I have the winning ticket of our second prize... the backpack... and the winner is... the one with ticket... 109...”, somebody in the crowd raises his hand.
“Ah... the young fella in the back... come forward...”, the guy is very skinny and has a very timid aura around him. As he walks up the stairs of the stage, five girls are walked onto the stage behind him. All of them have their wrists tied behind their backs. All of them look pretty, very sexy and very sad. They all know their place in this world as men’s toys. They seem aware that something bad is going to happen to them.
“What’s your name, son?”
“Nick... Sir...”, looking very intimidated standing next to the boss on stage.
“Congratulations, Nick... so... you just joined the cartel and you’re already a winner!”, David shakes his hand.
“Th... thank you... Sir...”
“So... Nick... how about an introduction? I remember your résumé, but your new colleagues don’t know much about you yet.”
“Sure... ah... what do you wanna know?”
“I mean... where are you from, Nick?”
“West-Virginia... Sir...”, David keeps the mic close to his mouth, expecting him to say something else, but he seems very hesitant to say anything.
“West-Virginia... sounds like there’s an abundance of virgins, huh?”
“Uhmmm... I guess...”
“Whadda ya mean? I’ve seen your résumé... quite impressive for your age.”
“So... let’s get to the important stuff... are you a pedophile???”, Nick’s eyes open wide... shocked at the nature of the question on stage... in front of everyone.
“Ehhhh... uhm... I...”
“Don’t worry, Nick... don’t be shy about it! In this group you don’t need to worry about being looked down on by other criminals if you are... I know that admitting it in public is very dangerous, but you’re safe here... for crying out loud... it was even in the job-description as a requirement! Admitting to what you are is an essential step of the healing process to the acceptance of your true self... we’re pretty much all pedophiles here... and PROUD of it! Show me some hands if you’re proud to be a child-cunt basher!”, almost all men raise their hand saying “YO” in unison. This makes Nick look surprised at the crowd.
“Uhm... yeah... I guess I am...”, the crowd applauds him.
“Good... we’re making some progress here... what is the age-range of your preference?”
“Uhmmmm... seven... ‘till eleven...”
“You seem to be a man of good tastes, Nick! I love tight little child-cunts in that range too! Have you ever raped any bitch in that range?”
“Uhmmm... yeah... I guess... a couple... I guess...”
“Like how many?”
“Like... like... twenty-five...”
“That’s a serious body-count... if I remember correctly, you were convicted for five counts.”, he nods.
“Yes... that is correct...”
“What happened to the rest?”
“Uhm... they died...”
“They just died?”
“Uhm... yeah... no... I... made them...”
“You mean... you killed all of them? So you’re not just a child-molester... you’re also a child-serial-killer?”
“Well... yeah... it sounds much worse if you put it like that...”
“I don’t see any other way to put it, but hey... don’t be ashamed! Be proud of it! That’s a respectable body-count! You’re not even thirty yet! So WHY did you kill them?”
“Uhmm... well... I heard about this technology that they can identify the rapist from the sperm... some kind of NDA technique or sumthin’... so... I couldn’t release them anymore. And after keeping several girls for several years one turned twelve and... I lost interest in her... but she still costs money for food and all... she started... menstruating and all... and I didn’t know what else to do... so... so I killed her... and...”
“How did that make you feel?”
“Uhmm... I thought I would feel so bad about it, but... it felt good... very good... it made me feel so powerful... like a real man... no... like a god... so... I killed the others too... and... and then... I needed to kill more girls... I couldn’t stop anymore... and... and...”
“So, how did you kill them... did you just make it quick?”, the crowd is silent.
“Uhmm... nah... I took... some time...”
“Do you mean that you let her bleed to death slowly or something else... like torture?”
“Uhmmmmm... I... guess... yeah... the last thing you said...”
“That’s very interesting, Nick. So... you’re sadistic child-molesting-serial-killer! Do you LOVE torturing little girls?”, he shovels around with one foot... reluctant to admit being called just that.
“Ahh... yeeeaaaahhh... I guess...”
“Nick... just say it out loud! You’re amongst friends!”
“Yes... I LOVE to rape... torture... and... kill little girls!!! There... I said it...”, the crowd goes wild at this liberating statement from Nick.
“Congratulations for being able to admit it, Nick! A person with your tastes and skills can go very far... your impressive resume combined with qualities like those makes for a promising career in this Cartel!”
“Can... can I ask you a personal question, Sir?”
“Sure... what is it?”
“How many girls have you raped?”
“Ah... a personal question indeed, Nick, but I’m not ashamed to answer. I’m actually proud to say that I’ve raped close to a thousand little girls in my life and I hope to add at least another thousand on top. I’ve killed none... but I’ve snuffed hundreds.”
“OH MY GOD!!! I thought I was a legend, but I’m just a beginner, aren’t I? By the way... how is that not killing?”
“Ah... my young apprentice... your first lesson... snuffing is a special kind of killing. It is killing a girl for sexual gratification. It is a respectful kind of killing. The girl dies being used for the purpose for which she was made... to sexually satisfy men in ANY WAY possible... including suffering till death... merely for the sexual pleasure of men. You know... we are civilized here... we NEVER kill a virgin! At least one man must have had the pleasure of using her vagina AND mouth... not OR... AND!. Sure... you are a beginner, but we’ll train you how to be a pro!”
“Sir... I was a bit star-struck... I’ve been a great admirer of your work. I’m so grateful to be here... I won’t let you down, Sir!”
“I’m counting on it. And do I have a surprise for you!!! You see... the leather for your backpack still needs to be removed...”, Nick looks confused at David.
“Then where is it?”
“Well... the skin needed for your final product... is right there...”, David walks over to the girl, pinches the skin on her arm slightly and moves it around a little.
“She’s still wearing it....”, Nick looks puzzled.
“What... what do you mean?”
“Don’t you get it? Her skin will be the leather used for your backpack... since you love torturing girls yourself you are allowed to remove the skin yourself... while she’s still alive... besides it being fun to watch it actually makes for better quality leather if it’s removed in a very painful manner. You will be guided by a professional if you wish...”, Nick listens to those words with his mouth open in disbelief.
“Really?”, his erection is no longer able to be hidden in his pants from sight.
“Yes... really... but... if do not wish to do that... I will remove her skin for you... I always enjoy stripping a girls skin alive. The last time has been a while ago... almost a year, I think.”
“No no nooooo... I’m quite happy to do it. I just can’t believe in what kind of situation I’ve walked into... it’s almost like a dream come true... I... I...”
“You better believe it, Nick... this is no dream... welcome to this reality... where people like us... get to live the dream! A realm where we can indulge in our perverse and violent sexual desires without prosecution... where we can feast on little girls without consequence... without judgement... where we can be ourselves and be proud of who we are... proud of WHAT we are!”, the crowd goes wild with those words meant to bring the group together as one.
“WOW... Sir... good speech!”, David smiles at him.
“Welcome to the club, Nick! You’re CV was quite impressive and your references spoke highly of you!
This girl is yours to do whatever you want for the next few hours until it’s skinning time. Oh and uh... hold back a little will ya... I had Supergirl regenerate these girls pussies to be in virgin state... we don’t want her to die too soon or be unconscious... we want her to feel us peeling off her skin! It wouldn’t be much of a show otherwise.”
“Yes, Sir... thank you very much, Sir...”, he takes his girl off the stage.
“Now... on to the next prize... the jacket... the main prize... the leather jacket of the finest quality... goes to... number 774!!!”
“YO!”, a smiling muscular man steps forward holding his ticket in the air.
“Congratulations, Jack! This man really needs no introduction, but just for the Rookies here... why don’t you introduce yourself?”
“Yeah... uh... my name is Jack... friends here call me ‘Jackhammer’ since I love to pound them little cunts so hard heheheh... So... I’m almost fifty now, but ‘little Jack’ is still going strong. Looking forward to exploring all the new honeys we’re gonna get!”
“That’s great Jack, and yeah... I know how you love pounding them young... how Doc had was barely able to salvage a pussy after you were done...”, the crowd laughs.
“So... tell us about your body-count.”
“Uh... well... I stopped counting after fifty or so, but I think I’ve had over two hundred little cunts now.”
“Heheheh... a very experienced man indeed... How about jail-time?”
“Never been to jail... never been caught... I never even had a speeding-ticket... I’m just a straight-up law-abiding kind’a guy. Except with the needs of my shadow-side of course...”
“Sure, sure... how about torture?”
“Nah... I’m not that kind of guy... other than enjoying the pain from thrashing a tight little cunt with my cock I actually don’t enjoy hurting ‘em.”
“So... you’ve never killed one?”
“Nah, bro... not my style... not intentionally anyway... a couple died from their vaginal wounds because I couldn’t hold back and there was no doctor around. Their cunts were just too good of a FUCK!”, the crowd cheers.
“So... how about Supergirl here? Couple of weeks ago I saw you take pleasure in reconstruction of her body with a sledgehammer. What was that about?”
“Well... I’ll make an exception with her... she killed my best friend! I really enjoyed hurting her.”
“So... for a jacket we couldn’t harvest enough leather from a little girl, so your jacket will be made from Supergirl’s skin... does this mean you wanna take it off yourself?”
“HELL YEAHHHH!!!! WITH PLEASURE!!! I’m gonna enjoy peeling that bitch’s skin of very painfully!”, the cheering from the crowd makes him smile.
“Excellent. Now, you get to pick one of the four remaining girls as your own for the next couple of hours until it’s time to kill them.”, Jack grabs all of them by the pussy and pushes his finger inside to check the state of their pussies. He feels three girls one more time before he picks the girl with the best pussy for his tastes and walks off the stage with her.
“Gentlemen... as for the three remaining girls... they will be available to all until it’s time to kill them. All these girls that were on stage were ‘returns’. Their owners wanted us to ‘process’ them since they didn’t want any blood on their hands... in the literal sense that is, but they’ve given us permission to ‘process’ them in any way we wanted as long as they are never heard of or seen again.”
David pushes the first girl over the edge of the stage. She falls into the crowd of horny men. Eager for some preteen girl to ravage. Humpty and Dumpty grab the second girl and together they swing the girl a couple of times before throwing her into the crowd. They throw the last girl into another direction to evenly distribute the available pussy amongst the child rapists. None of the girls are hurt during their distribution. The men do their best not to harm them. It would’ve been beneficial for them to break their neck on impact, but such merciful fate is not granted to them. Hours of intense gang-rape ushered in the last moments of their short lives. A few more hours of suffering and abuse before it will be all over for them.
Three more girls are being brought onto the stage. However, they all have no arms or legs. Being carried mounted on a special contraption. Tied with the back to a piece of metal around the armpits to keep her from falling over and a hook sticking deep into the pussy to keep her in place.
“Have I got a surprise for you guys... these girls have been donated by mr. Stone. He wanted to see these girls being eaten by men, so to make the meat as tasty as possible, we removed their limbs a couple of days ago. You will find a selection of meat in front of the chef with a picture of which girl it used to belong to. Just let the chef know how you want your piece done. One bite will be kept by the chef so that the girl can taste herself. That is a requirement put in place by mr. Stone.
I suggest anything beyond medium is a waste. And while they’re alive, you can fuck them however you like... if they die it’s also okay. So... give hand for mr. Stone...”, David points at him in the back of the crowd before applauding for the donation. A big applause and whistling goes out to mr. Stone. He seems pleased with the response.
The girls are removed from their hangers and also thrown into the crowd. They are much easier to catch without the weight of their limbs. Where the earlier girls needed to be restrained by other men these girls cannot offer any resistance.
The chef walks over to Kara.
“G’day, ma’m.”, no reply. Pulls one breast towards him, puts his knife underneath and slices it off slowly without even blinking. As if it’s the most normal thing in the world. The knife is so sharp that initially she’s not even in much pain. His assistant holds a silver platter next to him. When the breast is severed he pushes it underwater in a bucket beneath her, squeezes it several times. Once most of the blood has been squeezed out he places it on the silver platter. It doesn’t take long until the other breast is also removed in the same methodical, emotionless way.
“Thank you, ma’m.”, he lifts his hat off to her before walking back to the grill.
The first order is in. It’s for a piece of a girl’s leg. The girl is displayed above the meat, seeing her meat displayed. Hearing the guy ordering a piece of her removed body part.
The chef grabs one of Kara’s breasts by the nipple, making sure that Kara sees him lowering it on the hot metal plate. It immediately starts to sizzle and smoke. Moving the breast over the plate to grease it with tit-fat. His signature pan-greasing methods.
“Oh man... just the smell of it already... it’s mouthwatering!”, the first customer says. A line has formed behind him. A line of men eager for a piece of little girl steak.
“I know... it’s a pity that breasts are always in short supply in this town. Budding breasts just aren’t the same for cooking. Too small and too little fat.”
When the temperature is just right, the chef puts girl-steak on the breast-fat greased hot plate. The red meat sizzles nicely... smoking... the fantastic smell of seasoned high-quality meat fills the air. The men in line smile, looking at the meat.
The party gets going. The men enjoy the beer, the food, the girls. Patiently awaiting their turn to fuck one of the party-girls. Many men have never fucked a limbless girl before and they debate the advantages of having easy access to the pussy, the massive reduction in weight and the complete absence of her ability to defend herself. All the girls that were thrown in the crowd are raped continuously without pause. In the pussy and in the mouth. The only break they get is when their pussies and faces are thoroughly cleansed after a couple of loads. Occasionally someone fucks a girl’s ass.
Screams are mostly heard in the beginning. They die down when the mouths are filled with cock. After an hour fatigue sets in. Preventing them screaming loud for merely being painfully raped. Also the vaginas and throats lose elasticity due to the brutal and hard rapes by violent men.
The town bell sounds. Nick is called onto the stage with his crying girl. She is then suspended with ropes in between two pillars. Legs spread for easy access. Cum drips from her thoroughly enjoyed vagina. After Nick ejaculated several times inside her pussy he passed her around to ‘make new friends’.
“Well well well, Nick. Looks like her pussy was used quite a bit in the past two hours. Looks like you guys managed to have fun choking her good without killing her! You put her to good use... well done! The time has come to skin the girls... time to harvest the leather. Here’s the knife.”, Nick pinches her skin on her shoulder.
“Hey girl... that skin that you’re living in... it’s not yours anymore... it’s mine... I need it for my backpack.”
Jack is also handed a knife, standing in front of Kara.
“What’s the matter, Jack?”
“But... my leather is gonna have holes in it where her breasts were.”
“Yeah... well... it won’t show in your jacket.”
After both girls are injected with a drug to prevent them from fainting, David guides both how to do the skinning. The first cut is made in the back along the spine from the neck to the anus. The girls scream like crazy. The young girl has never been in such pain before. The crowd loves the screams. Bright red blood drips between their legs drip onto the new stage. Then cutting from the butt-cheeks along the inside of the legs all the way to the toes. The inside of her arms and then a circles around the neck.
“Careful... don’t cut a major vein or she’ll die too soon.”, Nick nods.
David hands them some hide-pullers.
“You’re gonna need it! Now comes the fun part... it is the most painful bit.”
The screams of the little girl reach amplitudes and pitches never heard from her before while Nick peels her skin off. Pulling from the neck downward and sideways. David pulls her skin on the other half of the body. Both men are smiling. The crowd is loving the show. Boris is helping Jack to pull off Kara’s skin.
The girls on display on the crosses have excellent views of the event and they’re all crying while they watch the traumatizing show.
Both men are handed a second puller. It’s a slow process where another man assists occasionally with a knife.
The backs are clear. Nicely showing the meaty muscles underneath the The men move to the front, a minute later, her arms are naked too. Stripped of all skin except for the hands. They pull the skin downwards. The breasts of the girl start to be exposed now. Her mammary glans are cut free with the knife. The yellow breast-fat of the skinny young girl is nicely exposed. Most men masturbate to the epic display of cruelty while some are lucky enough to have a girl around their cocks. Making them watch the skinning while being raped. Being told that they will be skinned too if they don’t make sure that the men enjoy their bodies.
Eventually the skin between the legs is being pulled down, still clinging to the body by the stretching labia. The guy with the knife cuts the stretching labia off. The labia remain part of the skin that’s going to become the leather for Nick’s new backpack and Jack’s jacket.
A minute later, only a little bit of skin at the ankles remain. After a short tug, both skins are removed completely except the feet, the hands and the heads.
“Kill me... please... I beg of you... please kill me...”
“Don’t worry girl... just hang in there for a bit longer... you’re going to die soon... but you still need to suffer a bit more to please your audience.”, David assures her.
David, Jack and Nick show the harvested skin to the party-people. Nick sticks his finger from the inside out of the vaginal hole. Playing with the Labia Majora.
The crowd is getting really horny. Some men have started to grope the legs of some of the girls that are on display as ornaments. Their bodies look especially good as the sun has set while being partially lit by the bonfires.
“You see that stretchy skin of the labia... the leather worker can use it to make some intricate details as decoration for the backpack... you’ll see. Now... what about the girl? She’s still alive... how about we remove her womb, huh? Ever had stuffed womb and ovaries?”, Nick shakes his head?
“No? Then give them to the chef, he will prepare a special slow-cooked meal for you to enjoy tomorrow. It’s almost as good as stuffing it with ingredients and cooking it with boiling seasoned water while still attached to the girl. It’s really something to watch the girl suffer through the slow cooking of her uterus and ovaries. We can’t do it now... this one will die within half an hour if it even lasts that long. You need to collect its stuff NOW or it won’t feel the removal anymore.”
“NO NO NO NO NO!!! PLEASE!!!”
“Well, you want us to kill you, right? This will speed up the process... we’re just helping you to get what you want!”
Nick thrusts the knife between her leg and her vagina and slowly cuts her reproductive system out. The girl still screams, but is so exhausted that it’s no longer as loud as when removing the skin. She knows her vagina and womb are being removed... she feels what Nick is doing. Nick smiles intensely.
She thought that one day she would have children. That ability is now taken from her permanently... even if she survives somehow. It doesn’t matter now... she’s knows she’s dying... she welcomes death... ending her short, intensely horrible life as a child fuck-toy for her master and all the men who just raped her in the past few hours. She lost count on how many raped her pussy, her throat.
Nick pulls the organ out slowly. His hands covered in her blood.
“Go on... show her...”, Nick looks at David. Then stands up before her, holds her organ upside-down in front of her face.
“See... this used to be your vagina... your baby maker... your womb... these are your ovaries... I’m gonna eat it all tomorrow!”, she looks at it... she sees him lick an ovary, the sucking it into his mouth. Repeating with the other one.
“This is yummy, girl! Your little egg-sacks... full of eggs that will never be used... hmmmmm...”, her eyes roll back into their sockets and her head falls forward.
“Is she dead?”, Nick asks.
“I doubt it. Let’s check...”, David lights up a blowtorch and puts it in Nick’s hand.
“You see that yellow stuff there? That’s breast-fat. Remove all of it by melting it.”, Nick looks surprised at the blazing torch for a moment. Then smiles and touches the yellow tissue with the flame. It doesn’t take long for it to melt. Very quickly he burns other tissue, causing the intense activity in the girl once again. Her head flails backwards, her eyes and mouth wide open. A hoarse scream exiting her mouth while her breast-tissue is burnt.
“Yeah... I didn’t think she was dead yet. They usually last longer... Li’l girls are surprisingly resilient... I was quite amazed by how much suffering I can extract from young girls.”
The torch is turned off. Since there wasn’t a lot of tissue to burn, the task was completed fairly swiftly.
“Okay, let’s cut off some meat from her legs and arms before she’s dead. Quick!”
David cuts on one side, Nick cuts on the other side. Mimicking what David does. The girl screams wildly as all the muscles in her legs are swiftly cut off. Every piece of removed meat is shown to the girl before it’s thrown into a bucket. The torch is used to cauterise the wounds in order to prevent her from escaping before the task is completed.
Especially her thighs and ass yield large pieces of meat. Within minutes her limbs are not much more than bones and ligaments.
“Girl... thank you for your existence. You have made a tremendous difference in a lonely man’s life. You brought him great joy. Thank you for your beauty which my men enjoyed today, thank you for your meat that we will enjoy tomorrow. You have made quite a difference in your short life. It is time for you to die and go to heaven as the angel that you are. I’ll see you there...”, David says while holding a knife on her throat.
The knife starts to slowly cut into the soft skin. Quite quickly causing gurgling sounds to come from the girl. Blood flows from her lips. He keeps cutting, deeper and deeper. The Aorta is severed, her head is kept up by Nick who holds the hair. Suddenly her head is lifted away from the body.
Nick holds her head up high like a trophy with a big smile on his face. Jack holds up Kara’s skin. The crowd applauds loudly for the entertaining show. The men feel like athletes having accomplished something significant.
“Nick... put it on the stick here, so everyone can see...”, Nick lowers the head onto a wooden stick. Making the throat slide over the tip.
“Well done. You showed that little bitch what her place was! You’ve got talent, Nick!”
“Thank you, Sir... that was fantastic!!! If you ever have another girl that needs to be skinned alive... call me anytime! You can count on me, Sir!”
The crowd starts to sound a bit different now. Even getting a bit rowdy. Apparently there aren’t enough girls to go around. A lot of men, especially new recruits have become frustrated by not having had their turn to fuck something.
Where the girls on display were only groped before, now fingers are entering some of the vaginas. One man is even trying to forcefully push a cucumber into a ten year old girl.
The behaviour is shocking to David. It’s probably due to the alcohol combined with grief and the large percentage of new men who don’t know how things work around here.
“This one’s mine!”, an unidentified man screams.
One cross is lowered, disappearing into the mass of men. The girl is untied quickly. It doesn’t take long for her to scream when the man who claimed her thrusts his big cock into her virgin pussy.
The next cross is lowered, that girl is also considered free game. In minutes seven more crosses are taken down. Some men are even starting to touch Kara’s girls.
“D... David...”, Kara mutters.
The men become even bolder, exploring their vaginas. The crowd gets loud now, determined to claim her daughters virginity.
The three crossed with her daughters disappear into the crowd.
“DAVID DAVID!!! DAAAAVIIIIDDDDD... MY BABIES... MY BABIES... DAVIDDDD... SAVE MY BABIES!!!”, Kara screams and yells with a hoarse voice.
BOOOOOOOOOMMMMMM!!!! A big explosion follows a bright flash in the sky. David shoots an automatic weapon from the stage into the crowd where her daughters are supposed to be. Several men are hit. Humpty and Dumpty run into the crowd, kicking the man off of Celeste. Just in time to prevent him from entering her body with his cock. The crowd is silent. Only the soft whimpering of a couple of girls, the crackling of the burning wood and some crickets can be heard.
One man coughs. A glass bottle falls over without breaking.
“You’re fired!”, David says in a calm voice.
“NO... PLEASE...”, Humpty shoots him in the head on the spot. The guy that was about to claim Luna as his own is also shot in the head.
“Anybody else wanna negotiate terms and conditions?”, nobody says a word.
“I understand that many of you are new here and you’re all drunk... but there is no excuse for this behavior and I accept none of it! When I say that those girls are mine... and mine alone... I MEAN IT!!! And about the other girls... do you have any idea how much money you’ve cost me by reducing the value of those girls? Have Doc check the wounded. The rest... go back to your rooms! This party is OVER!!!”
Slowly... silently... the men disperse. Kara looks at David.
“Thank you...”, probably the most difficult couple of words she’s had to say in a very long time... or maybe most difficult ever.
David nods slightly.
“NOBODY plays with MY toys without MY permission...”