Chapter 09 -- Ralph gets to host his first meeting
Ralph had been a member for about two years or so. He could no
longer remember the names of all the girls he had fucked, tortured,
snuffed, and eaten. He still had Marlene's head. The Society had
a taxidermist who stuffed and mounted the head of the attestant
for each new member. He had kept a steak from her, in the freezer,
which he ate on the one year anniversary of his initiation to the
Society.
His current slave girls, Candy, Mandy, and Sandy were triplets.
All short, busty brunettes who loved to fuck and suck anything with
a pulse. He enjoyed the jealous stares he got from other men, when
he took them out to dinner, especially because, while Society rules
did allow them to be dressed in public, they could only wear the
sheerest, shortest, tightest microdresses, with no underthings.
The Society butcher came around once a month with his deliveries
of girl meat and slave gruel. He actually lost some weight once he
began to live on a steady diet of girl meat. Apparently, it was
low fat, or perhaps the chemicals produced by an animal dying in
great pain were healthy. He didn't know. But he did enjoy going to
work, and sitting in the lunch room eating his "roast beef" sandwich.
If they only knew, he often thought to himself.
In short, life was good. One day, The Chairman called him. "You've
been a member in good standing for over two years. Would you like
to host a meeting?"
"Well, I guess. How does it work?"
"Well, you would host the meeting after next, so you have about
six weeks to prepare. You can use as many girls as you need, though
four to eight is customary. You must provide two to four 'opening
acts', short exhibitions of torture that may, but are certainly
not required, to end in death. These should last in toto for about
an hour. Then there is the main event. This will involve the torture
of at least two girls, and will end with the death of at least
one."
"That's it?"
"Well, not quite. You see, there is a catch. After you host your
first meeting, the other members vote on how entertaining your
presentation was. If you receive a majority positive vote, with no
'no' votes by any black robes, you will become a black robe yourself.
If however, you fail to achieve a majority positive vote, or if
any of the black robes exercise their veto power, you will be asked
to leave the Society."
"That's harsh."
"True, and many of our members have realised they don't have the
imagination to become black robes, and are quite content to stay
red robes forever. But between you and me, I have seen you at work.
I think you are inventive enough to make the cut, but even though
I am your friend, know that if you slack off, or fail to do well,
I will vote to exclude you. Anyway, it is your choice, but I wanted
to make the offer. Tell you what, why don't you think it over, and
let me know this weekend."
Ralph asked the triplets about it that night. Mandy said, "Yes,
Master, I think you should do it. You are very clever, and quite
evil in your ideas. Remember when you gave me that hot wax enema?
That was quite excruciating, as you could tell from my screams."
Ralph remembered that. The video from that session was one of his
favourites. The triplets were so very beautiful when they were
screaming or sobbing hysterically. While he would certainly enjoy
snuffing them when the time came, he knew he would also miss them.
"And do you remember, Master," Candy added, "that time you literally
put my tits in a wringer?" Ralph smiled fondly at the evoked memory.
He had had Candy take two one inch wooden dowels and glue rows of
thumb tacks down them, like a pointy ear of corn. He had mounted
them in the wringer frame from an old-fashioned washing machine he
had found in a junk shop. Then he wrung out her tits, and in addition
to simply trying to squeeze them flat, which would have been painful
enough, the tacks broke the skin, again and again, so that they
were covered in blood. She cried and screamed like damned soul. It
was exquisite.
Sandy said nothing at that time, as she was busy sucking him off.
He looked at them all and announced, "You're right. I'll do it."
He called The Chairman straightaway and informed him of his decision.
"Excellent, my friend," The Chairman answered. "What and who do
you need?"
"Well, I will need four additional girls, and a bit of mechanical
help, building some of the mechanisms."
"Of course. But only four girls? Are you sure?"
"Well, I was planning to use the triplets for the main event. It
will be so much more entertaining with three identical girls."
"Ah. I didn't realise they were up for replacement."
"Well, they aren't, yet, but it just seemed like the right thing
to do."
"Of course, I understand. And don't worry, I will make sure that
they are replaced."
"Thanks."
And so Ralph worked on his preparations. He decided that the
triplets' suffering would be more piquant if he told them of his
plans for them that night. While they were afraid, they were also
delighted to know that their final suffering would be enjoyed not
just by their Master, but by all the members of the Society.
And so at last came the night. All the preparations were in place.
Ralph arrived early, as was fitting for the host. He ran into The
Chairman, who wished him luck. He was ready.
The time came to begin the meeting. The Chairman called the members
to order. "Gentlemen," he said, "tonight it is my privilege to
introduce, in his first foray into hosting a meeting, my friend
and yours, Brother Ralph. Ralph, it is your meeting."
"Thank you. Gentlemen, I have arranged a few entertainments for
you this evening that I hope you will find intriguing. I'd like
to begin with a simple offering. Girls?"
With that, two girls, identical twins, came into the room. Both
were tall, about five-ten or so, well muscled, with long blonde
hair. The stepped up on to the stage beside Ralph, and knelt, facing
each other.
Ralph reached under the lectern and pulled out what appeared to be
simply a shiny, long, two-headed dildo, about as thick around as
a mans wrist. However, when he pressed a button in the middle, a
number of sharp half inch spikes shot out. That was fairly standard
and not that interesting. What was interesting was found at each
end of the dildo, where a pencil-thin, three inch long spike shot
out, and then the final inch folded back like a bizarre umbrella.
"I call it the ripper," Ralph explained. "The spikes on each end
are designed to penetrate the cervix, then anchor themselves in
the walls of the girl's uterus. Combined with the other spikes that
will embed themselves in the walls of their cunts, this will be
quite firmly seated within each of them. The object, then, will
quite simply be for one girl, using only her cunt, to tear the
ripper loose from the other girls cunt. If one girl retains clear
possession of the ripper in her cunt, and has ripped it free from
the other girl's cunt, she will be the winner. If neither girl
retains clear possession, both will be declared the losers. The
loser or losers will be left to bleed out, having their final
"period". The winner, if any, will have her wounds treated, and
live to serve another day."
With that, he got the two girls to lay back on their heels,
cunt-to-cunt. He worked the (now reset) dildo up into both of them.
He encouraged them to get closer to each other, pointing out that
the more deeply seated the dildo was, the better their chance of
surviving. When the girls cunt lips were almost touching, Ralph
pushed the button.
All the watchers heard was a quiet "snick". However, both twins
immediately went rigid. Clearly the ripper was quite painful. The
girls immediately began to struggle. The fought back and forth,
when suddenly, one twin began to push against the floor with her
hand.
"Stop!" Ralph ordered. He then ordered both girls to be flipped
simultaneously on their bellies, and hogtied them. "I said, using
only your cunts. Begin again!" Restricted now only to flopping
their bodies, the girls resumed their struggle. It was clearly
quite difficult, as neither could gain any real leverage.
After watching them struggle to no avail, Ralph ordered that the
right leg of each girl be freed, that she might kick at her opponent.
Now at last it got interesting. At first, the girls simply flailed
aimlessly, trying to do who knew what. Finally they got the idea
of rolling over onto their backs, where they could use their legs
to their full advantage.
As they did, they both planted their freed leg against the still
bound knee of the other, and pushed. With a messy plop, and
accompanied by some excellent screams, each girl tore the dildo
free from the other. "Both losers," Ralph observed.
Leaving them to bleed out, as promised, Ralph motioned to some
slavegirls waiting backstage. At his gesture, they wheeled out a
large frame, with two girls standing on their tiptoes, mounted on
dildoes, facing each other. Once again, the girls were twins, in
this case, busty redheads of about average height.
"Continuing the theme of mutual torment, I would like to present
my next piece. I call it the steed. As you can see, each girl is
mounted on two dildoes, and is standing on her tiptoes. You may
also have noticed that under each heel there is a switch. What
you can't see is that inside each girls cunt and ass are not just
dildoes but electrodes. However, the electricity is not simply
activated when her heel pushes the switch. That would be too mundane.
Instead, so long as she can stay on her toes, her twin will be
shocked. If she ever lowers her heels, three things will happen.
One, her twin will get a brief respite from the current, and two,
the level of current she is receiving will continue to increase,
as long as her heels are down. Finally, she will be shocked, and
while her twin is getting her respite, she will get double current.
The exhibition will continue until one or both girls are electrocuted."
He walked over to the large breaker switch, similar to the ones
often seen in movies to trigger electric chairs, and flipped it.
Both girls stiffened immediately. For about the first five minutes,
both girls won their struggle to remain on their tiptoes. Finally,
however, one of them weakened, and lowered her heels. Immediately,
her twin slumped like a marionette whose wires had been cut, while
the first let out a shriek, as she received a double helping of
electric shocks. After thirty seconds, her twin's respite ended,
and she went back to only a single dose. That gave her enough of
a break to lift herself off her heels once again.
Soon, of course, the other twin weakened, and the cycle was repeated.
They began to shriek, not even screams, really, just animal howls
of anguish. At first they struggled gamely on, each thinking she
might survive this vicious little game. However, the onlookers soon
realised the fiendish brilliance of the design, for the current
was steadily increasing, which made it more and more unlikely that
either girl would be able to retain her position on her tiptoes.
It was inevitable. Both twins were going to be electrocuted.
It was clear that both of the girls had realised it, too, but both
continued to shriek and howl, struggling to avoid that fate. The
members were greatly entertained with their suffering, and a pool
had arisen on which girl would expire first, and after how much
time had elapsed.
After about twenty-one minutes of agony, one of the two redheaded
twins slumped for the last time. She howled, but could not raise
herself up off the heel switches. The current began to increase,
and soon the smell of cooked girlmeat filled the air. Bets were
collected, and the members waited to see how long it would be until
the other twin gave out. She lasted only an additional two minutes,
but her final screams were quite entertaining.
The members found the program quite entertaining, and several
approached Ralph to see about borrowing one or both of his fiendish
devices, soon.
Everyone realised that the opening acts had taken about an hour
and that it was therefore time for the main event. When the members
had largely settled down, Ralph stepped to front of the stage yet
again. He said, "Hopefully you have enjoyed the little warm-ups I
have staged for you, but now I want to present something I you will
find really special and entertaining."
"Assisting me tonight will be my three lovely slavegirls, Candy,
Mandy, and Sandy. They are going to help me demonstrate three new
and hopefully excruciatingly painful ways to terminate a girl.
The lovely Candy will show us 'death by acid enema'. Basically, I
will give her an enema that originally consists of pure water with
a pH of 7, perfectly neutral. Well, aside from the capsaicin in
it. For those who don't know, capsaicin is the chemical that makes
hot peppers hot. There is a pump attached to constantly circulate
the enema mixture through her bowels and back into the machine.
Gradually, I will add more and more acid to the mix, until she
dissolves from the inside. It should be quite exquisitely painful."
"Mandy will demonstrate a technique I call 'electrocution from the
inside'. Several days ago, a rope was fed down her digestive tract,
and allowed to flow all the way through. Attached to the rope was
a hunk of braided copper wire, which now runs through her body
completely, starting at her mouth, and coming out her asshole. I
will insert a grounding connector into her cunt, and then will
apply electricity to it. I will gradually increase the level until
she dies."
"I am really proud of my third invention. Sandy will demonstrate
'death by microwave'. I have built a special microwave that can
hold a girl entirely contained within. Her hands and feet are tied
to connectors at either end, which will rotate, allowing her to
cook evenly. Now as you know, microwave ovens cook food by heating
all the water molecules within it. And you should also remember
that humans are something like 98% water, or some such. So we are
going to very slowly heat all the water molecules within Sandy's
body until she is cooked."
"It will be interesting to see which takes the longest to kill a
girl, and which is the most excruciatingly painful. So, gentlemen,
make yourselves comfortable, and enjoy the entertainment." With
that, he motioned to some slavegirls waiting in the wings, who
wheeled out the three girls.
First was Candy. She was bent over a standard whipping bench, but
was tied down. An enema hose was stuck in her ass. Looking closer,
it could be seen that the hose was really two hoses, one to pump
it in, and one to recirculate it back. The onlookers could already
see tears running down her pretty face, and wondered why, until
they remembered the capsaicin in the initial solution.
Next was Mandy, strapped into a bondage chair, with a wire sticking
out of her mouth, and another, no, wait a minute, the same wire
sticking out of her asshole. A shiny metal dildo was in her cunt,
and was connected to the electrocution machine off to the side.
Last was Sandy, stretched out like a roaster from a Society barbecue
but without the spit. The members realised that of course she could
not be spitted, as the metal would cause problems in the microwave.
She was encased in a long microwave, the front of which was that
translucent glass they use, with the grid embedded in it, that lets
the onlookers see in without letting the microwaves out. They could
her her whimpering softly, and realised that Ralph must have included
a microphone within the container, so they could fully hear her
agony.
Ralph walked over to Candy, and flipped the switch that began the
program of increasing the acidity of the enema mixture. He next
turned on the electrocution machine, beginning its slow program to
electrocute Mandy. Finally, he pressed start on the microwave, so
that Sandy would cook for their entertainment.
At first, nothing much appeared to be happening. While Mandy went
a bit rigid as a side effect of the alternating current spasming
her muscles, and Sandy began to spin on the rotisserie, there was
no sudden screaming or anything. The members settled back for what
promised to be a prolonged evening's entertainment.
Candy was the first to scream, as the level of acid got high enough
to begin gradually dissolving the first layers of her intestines,
exposing the nerves to the capsaicin in the solution. For a few
minutes, she screamed alone.
Next to join her was Sandy, as she began to heat from within. She
could be heard sobbing and crying, "It burns, it's so hot, please
Master, please." But of course, her pleas fell on deaf ears. The
members had come to see her suffer for them, and the worse she
suffered, the more it would please them.
Finally, Mandy added her shrieks to the chorus. She howled like a
demon, and made up for her later start with the loudest screams of
the three. And so it continued, for ten minutes, then twenty.
Still the girls continued to scream and suffer.
At thirty minutes, the members could see that the enema solution
recirculating through Candy's bowels was heavily tinged red with
her blood. Steam was coming out of Sandy's mouth, and smoke from
both ends of Mandy. The end would not be much longer in coming.
And indeed, in another few minutes, Mandy let out a final shriek
of inhuman agony, and died. Everyone could smell cooked girlmeat
and wondered if she was edible. They all hoped so.
Next to expire was Candy. Her screams rose to a crescendo, and
suddenly, the enema mixture began running out a hole it had eaten
in her belly. The machine sensed the loss of pressure and automatically
shut off, leaving the remaining acid to complete the destruction
of Candy. And while she screamed for another minute or so, it was
clear that her time was about up.
Finally, after several long minutes, Sandy began to howl and plead,
"Oh please, Master, please, oh, it's so hot, I am burning up,
please." Of course, it was far too late for her. She screamed and
cooked and soon, she died.
After her death, there was a long silence from the crowd, which
was suddenly broken by applause. One by one, the members took up
the clapping, and then one, then another, and soon all were standing
and applauding. Ralph received a standing ovation for his virtuoso
demonstration of the fine arts of female torture and snuff.
The Chairman looked at the audience, and, sensing its mood, asked,
"Are there any here who believe we need to have a secret ballot on
Ralph's worthiness to become a senior member of the Society? Or
shall we take this ovation as approval of his performance tonight?"
And so Ralph became a black robe of the S^3 Society. As a black
robe he was now entitled to seven personal slavegirls, eight
snuffettes a month, and two meatgirls each month. He had made it
to the big time. Life just couldn't get any better.
