Section 4 - The American Connection
Chapter 1 - Minette Makes A Withdrawal
Sweet, innocent Minette wondered if this was her opportunity to escape as
she stepped out of the hearse. She looked down the deserted street. It was the
business district on a Sunday morning. Everything was locked and there was no
one in sight. There was really no place to run and no place to hide on the empty
street. She knew that she only had one chance, so it had to be a perfect
opportunity. This wasn't it. Mistress Karla had spelled it out. If caught, she
would be killed slowly and painfully, while the cameras rolled, capturing every
twitch and shudder. Deeply traumatised, poor Minette had seen Mistress Karla do
terrible things. She had to have the perfect escape opportunity because she
couldn't fail. As Mistress Karla well knew, perfection is unachievable and so
her deeply fearful Pet would never choose to escape because there was always the
possibility of something going wrong.
Minette kept moving smoothly to the door of the video store so as not to
irritate the occupant of the hearse. Failing to please Mistress Karla had
consequences.
The sign on the door said CLOSED. As instructed, Minette raised her knuckles
to the door and rapped out the code knock, the four drumbeats that opened the
Beethoven violin concerto, although airhead Minette didn't know it. Mistress
Karla, steeped in the German traditions of great culture combined with deep
perversion, was a trained classical pianist who could play all 38 Beethoven
piano sonatas by memory as well as the 5 concerti.
The slim, cadaverous gentleman who answered could have been an undertaker.
With his slicked down black hair, black suit and slight stoop, he certainly
looked the part. He glanced at the hearse and smiled. He only opened the door on
Sunday morning to special customers with special needs. Every four weeks,
Mistress Karla had her Pet Of The Month perform this simple task for her.
Blissfully ignorant of the fact that the Undertaker saw a different minion every
month, Minette needlessly explained her mission.
"I'm from Mistress Karla. She wants me to buy some special video tapes for
her. She says that you know all about it."
The Undertaker grinned. He knew Mistress Karla and her methods well indeed.
"You'll be paying with your personal credit card?"
"Yes. All my money and possessions are at Mistress Karla's disposal."
It wasn't a situation that lovely Minette was happy with, but since the
alternative was screaming long and hard in Mistress Karla's torture chamber for
the edification of Mistress Karla's patrons, she had no choice.
The Undertaker eyed Minette appreciatively. The schoolgirl outfit was quite
fetching. It was one size too small to emphasize her charms and it was obvious
that she was the naughty sort of schoolgirl who didn't wear any underwear. The
Undertaker grinned and laid the videos on the counter.
"Excellent!!"
Minette hated her outfit and the reactions it provoked but, again, she had
no choice. Silently, she paid and took the videos. They were in black
containers. The titles were in a dripping blood font (charming titles like
Snuffed Muff and Cheerleader Screamfest). They proudly proclaimed themselves to
be a Yakuza Crimson Dragon Production. Minette ignorantly wondered who Mr.
Yakuza was. Definitely someone she didn't want to meet. As the Undertaker
processed her credit card, she looked at the videos and shuddered delicately.
Minette had no doubt that they were the real thing. When he was done and poor
Minette was rendered appreciably poorer, the Undertaker let her out and locked
the door behind her.
Minette opened the door to the hearse and respectfully handed the videos to
Mistress Karla. As taught, she adopted a special high-pitched schoolgirl voice.
"Here' s the videos you wanted, Mistress Karla! I hope they make you happy.
I bought them with my very own money!"
Mistress Karla nodded serenely, accepting the expensive videos as no less
than her due. She gestured at the passenger seat with the thick, greased dildo
projecting up from it.
"Sit!"
Minette's pretty face was taut and pinched as she lifted her pleated skirt.
With a flash of bare buttocks and a small groan, she impaled herself on the cold
slimy rod, shuddering as the rounded head parted her labia and penetrated deep
inside her most initmate orifice. Suppressing her shudders, she smoothed out her
skirt. Mistress Karla was solicitous.
"Do up your seatbelt, sweetmeat. Be sure to make it nice and tight. We
wouldn't want you falling out in an accident!"
"Yes, Mistress Karla. Thank you for your concern!"
Mistress Karla picked up her trademark riding crop and snapped Minette's
nipples sharply as a reward for her insolence. Minette emitted a small squeal of
distress and the black hearse pulled away.
Chapter 2 - Coffin Run
The black hearse rolled smoothly along the highway.
In the back, stifling inside the coffin, poor naked Minette struggled
futilely against the studded leather straps clamping her down. A butt plug and a
urinary plug prevented any unpleasant accidents and the gag combined with the
heavy coffin prevented any embarassing noise emanating from within.
Up front, Mistress Karla glanced at her new Pet Of The Month. Young Kitty
was prime. The thigh high boots, tight leather micro-miniskirt, halter top and
black leather vest set off the studded leather choker quite nicely. This, added
to the overdone make-up, gave the young beauty a gutterslut trailer tramp look.
Mistress Karla periodically gave leatherworkers some interesting challenges.
Modifying Zap-Tek's electro-shock dog collar into a tasteful studded black
leather choker had been one of them. Originally designed for use in disciplining
erring canines, the electric dog collar was triggered by a small, palm-sized
remote control. After the choker had been locked around her throat, a brief,
eyeball-bulging demonstration had young Kitty swearing obedience, once she had
recovered her ability to breath.
Mistress Karla liked keeping her pets entertained during their trips. She
was delivering Minette to a Mexican pimp who needed a competitor for a
donkey-fucking contest in Juarez. When Minette had been informed of this, she
had a big attack of performance anxiety. Mistress Karla had been re-assuring.
"Donkey dicks are HUGE, Minette. You've got a nice deep hole. You'll be
perfect. Just what the Mexican pimp is looking for."
Shortly after, Minette experienced an even deeper anxiety attack that led to
her confinement in Karla's transport coffin. Karla's tales of what
donkey-fucking contests were like kept her coffin-bound contestant struggling
hard. However, young Kitty's attention seemed to be wandering. She was actually
watching the scenery and looking relaxed. The situation cried out for
correction.
Mistress Karla brought the hearse up behind a truckload of soldiers sitting
sombrely as the truck carried them along the highway. They eyed the hearse with
interest.
"Kitty, darling, lift up your top and show the soldiers your tits."
A recent capture, poor, prim Kitty was horror-stricken. She hated being
forced to dress like a whore. An exquisitely pretty girl from a small town, she
was used to making men squirm with desire, teasing them shamelessly, but giving
them nothing except blue balls. She was saving herself for Mister Right, she
would tell them sweetly, a category into which horn-dogs like themselves clearly
did not fall. Life as a small town tease had done nothing to prepare her for the
Mistress Karlas of the world.
"But you don't let me wear a bra! They'll see everything!"
Kitty swallowed hard as Mistress Karla picked up the choker's remote control
from the dashboard.
"Okay! Okay! Look! I'm doing it!"
She raised her top. The soldiers hooted and grinned lewdly, elbowing each
other in delight as cocktease Kitty flashed her headlights at them.
"Kitty, darling, shake your tits for the boys."
Blushing furiously, she bobbed her bouncers lightly.
"Come on, Kitty, shake them hard!"
Beet-red, Kitty shook her bumpers hard. They jiggled like jelly on springs.
"As I pull out to pass them, I want you to turn around, pull down your skirt
and moon them."
"Spread your cheeks and press your bare buns up tight against the window so
that they can see your heinie hole, Kitty. Don't worry about getting the window
dirty!"
"Wiggle it around."
Kitty wiggled her bum.
"Bend over a little farther, press your cuntlips against glass and give the
soldiers a lewd little hump."
Kitty, totally humiliated, did as she was bid, doing a delightfully obscene
bump and grind. Once they were past the truckload of soldiers, Mistress Karla
looked ahead and grinned.
"Good! There's a few more truckloads of soldiers ahead! A convoy! Pull down
your top and pull up your skirt. Take a kleenex and get the windex from the
glove compartment. Wipe that brown spot off the window. When I pull up behind
the next truckload, you can do it all over again. Next time you squeeze out a
turd, remember to wipe your bum more carefully!"
Kitty burned in shame.
"I'm sorry, Mistress Karla! I'll wipe more carefully in the future!"
As she positioned the hearse behind the next truck of soldiers, Mistress
Karla gripped the remote and spoke grimly.
"I've told you once what's required of you. If I have to tell you how one
more time, I'll fry you till your eyeballs pop!"
By the time they passed the tenth truck of soldiers, young Kitty was certain
that she was a complete fucktoy as did ten truckloads of rock-hard soldiers.
Mistress Karla noted with satisafaction that pinch-faced Kitty was no longer
paying any attention whatsoever to the scenery. Inside the coffin, poor naked
Minette had deluded herself into thinking that one of the straps was getting a
bit loose and, slick with sweat, struggled frantically on.
Mistress Karla, ever considerate of her charges, pulled into a shaded
roadside nook to check her cargo. She opened the back door and lifted the lid of
the coffin. Minette blinked in the sudden glare. Her nipples sprang erect as the
cool breeze flushed out the hot, sweat-choked air of her coffin. Mistress Karla
looked with satisfaction at her sweaty donkey-fucker.
"Relax, Minette! They put a metal sheath on the donkey's penis so that it
doesn't split a woman open completely! When you get to Mexico, you'll find that,
where you're going, donkey- fucking contests are even more popular than
cock-fighting. There will be a whole arena of men and women watching you get the
reaming of a lifetime!"
She slammed the coffin lid shut.
Chapter 3 - One Hand Scratches The Other
Maria finished fucking the young stud who was definitely not her jealous,
out-of-town husband. She came ecstatically as his pounding love hammer unloaded
copiously. Maria sighed in contentment as her well-muscled fuckmate grinned
hugely and decunted.
She felt a touch of tristesse, sorry that her noontime pecadillo was
finished and muscle boy had to hurry back from the sleazy motel to lead a
fitness class at the health club. He scurried quickly as he was already late.
Maria, of course, had deliberately teased him on and made him late. She loved
making her men look stupid, like her big-shot, businessman husband who acted
like he owned her. Fucking the stud sure made that assumption look dumb.
It takes women longer to get dressed and Maria was in no hurry. Loverboy
dove into his clothes, gave her a quick kiss and left.
Since Maria was in no rush to get anywhere, she was standing in front of the
bathroom mirror brushing her long black hair, clad only in her panties, when the
door to her room burst open and her husband walked in, flanked by two badnews
bull dykes.
Lovely Maria was startled, but looked archly at her self-important peacock
of a husband. Maria made no attempt to cover up, having long ago decided that
being haughty and bluffing it out was the way to deal with her stupid hubby.
"Tony! Didn't anyone teach you to knock?"
Tony, a very well-connected Italian businessman, shut the door quietly. He
seemed very calm. Knowing him to be hot tempered and jealous, his coolness at
discovering his young wife in a sleazy, no-tell motel room that reeked of recent
sex was a bit frightening. Maria, who perhaps did not know her husband as well
as she thought, had never seen him like this. Maria looked at the two hard-faced
diesel dykes nervously.
"Uh, who are your friends, Tony?"
Tony pushed aside the rumpled sheets and sat down on the bed, glancing at,
and avoiding, the wet spot. He spoke to her calmly, but firmly, like the owner
of a show dog disappointed in his pet bitch's performance.
"A man can't air his wife's infidelity before other men. He loses honour if
he does."
Tony gestured at the two bull dykes.
"These two women, call them Bambi and Thumper, normally discipline the
whores in a fuck house. Since you are acting like a gutterslut, you will be
disciplined like one."
Maria quickly tried to shut the bathroom door. The diesel dykes easily
forced the door open. Bambi flipped up the toilet seat. Thumper grabbed Maria by
her long black hair and jack-knifed a knee into her diaphragm. The air whooshed
out of Maria's lungs, leaving her gasping. Behind her, Bambi kicked the back of
Maria's knees, forcing her to kneel in front of the toilet bowl as if she had
drunk too much and was about to talk on The Great White Telephone. Thumper
jammed Maria's head into the bowl, pushing her pretty face under water and
sitting on top of it.
Bambi pulled down Maria's panties, exposing her smooth, creamy, nicely
dimpled buttocks. She pulled the thin, plastic belt from Maria's dress, which
was lying on the floor, and laced into Maria's bare bum with it. Thin red welts
appeared on Maria's firm young bottom while the toilet water bubbled wildly.
Thumper jerked Maria's face out of the water and graciously allowed her to
cough and choke for a while. Her head was shoved back under and Bambi shellacked
her quivering buns hard with the thin plastic belt.
This delightful disciplinary cycle was repeated relentlessly until Maria
passed out. She was revived and frog marched over to her husband. She was forced
to her knees in front of him. Her bare bum blazed an angry red, thick with
aching welts. She wasn't going to be sitting down for a long time. Tony spoke
gently.
"Have you learned your lesson, darling? You did insist on one of those
charming, old-fashioned ceremonies where you promised to love, honour and obey
me!"
Maria looked up at him resentfully, like the spoiled bitch she was.
"Fuck you, you bastard!"
Instantly, Bambi buried her fist in Maria's diaphragm. Maria gasped for air
like a fresh caught fish flopping in the bottom of the boat. A slow learner, she
was dragged by her long hair back to the toilet bowl for a refresher course.
Thumper dug long strong fingers into Maria's bare belly, brutally squeezing and
kneeding Maria's guts until she vomited messily into the toilet bowl.
When she had finished yorking up, Maria was hammered once more in the
diaphragm and her lovely, gasping face forced into the swirling vomit. Behind
her, Bambi kicked Maria's legs apart and pinched Maria's clit with strong
fingernails. The vomit and toilet water bubbled violently as Maria shreiked
underwater. Thumper pulled her head up, roughly towelled off her face and
dragged her back to her loving husband.
Affectionately, Tony cupped her tear-stained, gape-mouthed face in his hands
as Maria tried frantically to breath. Solicitously, he took out a handkerchief
and wiped the vomit and drool from her quivering chin.
"A beautiful woman like you married to a man like me is a pet, Maria. You
are pampered and cared for. In return, I demand obedience and fidelity. Do you
understand, Maria? If you step out of line again, Bambi and Thumper will be
forced to take much sterner measures with you. They learned their trade in
Hamburg at an underground S&M club called Die Singvogel. You really don't want
to find out how hard it can get for you. They know cruel tricks you've never
dreamed of, Maria."
Maria looked up at Tony fearfully, her bare boobs heaving as her breath
started to come back.
"I-I-I'm s-s-sorry, Tony! It won't h-happen again!"
He tousled her hair fondly.
"That's a good girl, Maria! And now I have to give you a little souvenir to
remind you of this important turning point in our relationship."
Bambi and Thumper held her arms firmly as Maria knelt in front of her
husband. He produced a pair of very dark sunglasses from his pocket.
"I bought these just for you! You'll want to wear these on the way out."
The diesel dykes smirked knowingly. Maria looked a bit confused, but was
eager to fall in with any of Tony's suggestions.
"Uh, sure, Tony."
His fists flashed. Maria's head snapped back twice as he scientifically
hammered a knuckle into first one eye and then the other. Immediately, they
began turning purple and swelling shut. Bambi and Thumper released her arms.
Maria put her hands to her face and sobbed brokenly.
Tony thanked Bambi and Thumper, slipping them a generous tip and speaking to
them quietly at the door while Maria loudly sobbed her heart out.
"You tell Mistress Karla that I'll have a couple of packages dropped off
anywhere she wants that she can ship to Hamburg for the Schlachtfest. Prime meat
in perfect condition!"
The 'packages' were two starlets that had spurned Toni's advances at a
Hollywood party. Fidelity was only for wives as far as Toni was concerned. The
two snotty starlets had been boldly snatched off the street and were now opening
their holes for the boys in a deserted warehouse to while away the time while
Toni's boys awaited delivery instructions for their two blond 'packages'.
Bambi smiled pleasantly. It was a scary sight, but Tony handled it
effortlessly.
"We're just on our way to deliver a message to Mistress Karla. She's been
selected as Pain Master for this year's Frauleinschlachtfest in Hamburg."
Tony was delighted.
"Congratulate Mistress Karl on being selected Pain Master!I look forward to
watching her sweat the bitches!"
Bambi and Thumper beamed broadly, assuring him that it was a pleasure doing
business with him. Mistress Karla would be in touch soon. They wished him well
and left. Tony turned lovingly to his bride.
"And now it's time to kiss and make up, my darling!"
He picked up sobbing Maria and dropped her on the bed, taking care that she
landed smack on top of the wet spot - by now, a rather cold, sodden, slimy wet
spot. Quickly, he stripped off his clothes, revealing a monstrous erection. He
parted her lovely legs and dove in. Maria gasped at the sudden brutal invasion.
Tony grinned down at her as her cunt warmed his cock.
"It's very important for a pampered pet like you to keep her lord and master
happy! If you don't feel like it, I can always ask Bambi and Thumper to come
over and give you a little coaching. I hope that you're going to focus on being
a real little performer. If not, you won't survive the divorce proceedings,
Judges Bambi and Thumper presiding!"
He pumped her long and hard, holding himself back from orgasm several times,
to make her work for it. Desperately, Maria pumped back, squirming her bare bod
up against his hairy masculinity, whispering lusty encouragement breathily in
his ear, trying very hard to please.
At last, he came deep inside her. She faked a simultaneous orgasm as
convincingly as she knew how, as befits a deeply fearful, thoroughly cowed
young wife sporting two shiners and an aching bum.
Tony sighed happily in complete marital bliss. This was how it was supposed
to be. He decunted. She yelped as he slapped her sore rump playfully.
"You go home and give the cook the day off. You make me a nice dinner for
when I get home. A woman should cook for her husband on occasion. You complain
to anyone about the way I treat you and I'll arrange for Bambi and Thumper to
show you a few of the tricks they learned in that Hamburg house of pain. You try
to run away, I'll have you hunted down like an animal. You betray me, I'll have
your pretty face squirted with lighter fluid and lit up so that no one will want
you ever again. Understand?"
Maria nodded.
"Tony?"
"Yes?"
Her bowels quaking, young Maria spoke as earnestly as she knew how.
"I love you and I'm really, really sorry."
Chapter 4 - Sixty-Niners
Lisa liked the taste of sperm. Frank liked the taste and smell of a hot
cunt. Glistening faces buried in each other's crotch, they licked, sucked and
swallowed greedily. After a long, juicy session they lay back, sated. Lisa
groaned ecstatically.
"John?"
Nobody has ever said that Marketing Reps were honest and tonight Frank was
answering to John.
"Yes, sweetmeat?"
"Um, do I have to do anyone else to get this job?"
Frank loved California, land of the beautiful, totally amoral bimbo.
"Just the geeky Doctor that runs the research department!"
Lisa jiggled her melons.
"Does he like big tits?"
"He loves 'em!"
She pumped her hips lewdly.
"Does he like a snapping pussy?"
"You bet!"
She ran her wet, pink tongue sugestively over her ruby lips.
"Does he like having his dick sucked?"
"He wouldn't be disappointed if you offered!"
She lifted her glorious ass and flexed her buttcheeks.
"Does he like tight buns?"
"When he sees yours, he will be totally enchanted!"
"I actually like it up the ass every now and again. Do you think he might be
interested?"
"I bet you could persuade him!"
She smirked.
"I guess that's OK, then! What's he look like?"
"Typical geek. Short, bald, thick glasses, face like a poached egg, white
lab coat. He has a feature or two that you'll really like."
Her big boobs bounced delightfully as she laughed and arched an inquisitive
eyebrow at him.
"Like what?"
"Long, thick dick. Huge hairy balls."
Lisa sniggered. She looked at Frank a bit suspiciously. A very pretty bimbo,
she'd been lied to before. Lots of times.
"John, let me get this straight. I'll make huge bucks as this guy's
assistant. I don't have to do anything except stand there and look pretty,
because this guy's a geek and wants a real racehorse to show off to everyone so
they know that he's made it bigtime? Other than that, all I have to do is fuck
the guy with the thick dick and monster balls, but only during office hours?"
Frank laughed.
"That's right!"
"I don't have to live with him?"
"No way!"
"I don't have to date him outside of office hours?"
"Nope!"
"I don't have to understand his geeky research?"
"Not at all! You refer all questions to him."
"So what does this company do, John?"
Frank was reasonably honest about this. After all, she was going to see the
company facilities and all.
"The company is called Zap-Tek. We make electronic weaponry that we sell
world-wide. The guy that you'll be assistant to, he designs and tests it."
Lovely Lisa was a bit dubious.
"Electronics?"
Frank was reassuring.
"Don't worry! You're a drop dead gorgeous babe! Nobody expects you to know
anything! Not that anybody really understands electronics anyway! Just tell them
that it's easy to operate. Electronics is like magic. Press the button and it
works. If it doesn't work, check to see if it's plugged in or needs new
batteries. If anybody asks you a technical question, just refer them to the good
Doctor! He loves that stuff!"
Lisa was relieved.
"Well. That sounds all right. The weaponry part sounds sort of cool!"
Frank believed in striking while the cunt was hot.
"Why don't we check out of the motel and go to the lab right now to meet
your future boss? He's always working late! Don't worry! You won't have to! It's
just nine to five for you. After you meet him, you'll know that the job's right
for you. He's a really interesting guy!"
"With a big dick, huge hairy balls and a face like a poached egg?"
Frank grinned.
"Exactly!"
Lisa shrugged.
"Sure, why not?"
A short while later, a big grin on her pretty face, Lisa was buttoning up
her blouse as she stepped out of Dr. Mandro's office at Zap-Tek. She batted her
long eyelashes at Frank, who had been waiting patiently in the reception area.
She eyed Dr. Mandro's bulging crotch as he slipped on his white lab coat.
"He's everything you said he was and more!"
Frank smiled and winked over her head at Dr. Mandro.
"Well, since you two have evidently hit it off so well, let's show her the
facilities. The test lab is fascinating."
"Full of electronic toys for electronic boys, I suppose!"
Dr. Mandro laughed as he put an arm around her shoulders and opened the
heavy steel door.
"Exactly, Lisa! You'll find that working here is a real scream!"
Chapter 5 - Pain Master
Mistress Karla read the unencrypted internet message that Bambi had handed
her and her face broke into a huge grin.
Kitty knelt, clad only in her panties with her head on the executioner's
block. Her hands were clamped to either side of the chopping block to hold her
neck in position. She figured that if Mistress Karla was happy, someone was
going to be in deep shit.
Kitty, although still underestimating the depths of Karla's depravity, was
almost right. It was just a matter of scale. Instead of just one, a whole
boatload of beauties were already in deep shit and Mistress Karla was being
given the opportunity to bury them all a lot deeper. Karla shared her good news
with the crew.
"Die Singvogel has invited me to be the Pain Master at the
Frauleinschlachtfest in Hamburg!"
The crew applauded. Mistress Karla knew how to sweat a bitch nicely.
Ex-patriate Karla wanted to see her Motherland once more. She missed Hamburg
every now and again. Being the Pain Master meant that Karla would ensure that
the Frauleinschlachtfest was the finest snuff show possible. The crew made
mental notes to attend.
Karla got back to the business of directing the film. The cameramen were
ready. Kitty was shaking badly as the powerfully built, hooded executioner,
stripped to the waist, stepped into position next to her. Kitty was white-faced
with fear. Her life with Mistress Karla was pure hell. Mistress Karla gave last
minute instructions to her quaking star.
"I shouldn't have to tell you again! Point your toes, Kitty. A bitch always
points her toes."
Kitty pointed her toes prettily. The consequences of displeasing Karla
didn't bear thinking about. If Karla had tired of her and was going to have her
head chopped off, co-operating fully was her best option. Pretty Kitty didn't
want to die, but she didn't want to spend the rest of her life screaming her
lungs out either.
"Be a good cunt and spread your legs, Kitty. Give us a nice crotch shot."
Kitty spread them, nice and wide the way Karla liked.
"Hold your head up a bit so that everyone can see your face, Kitty."
Kitty raised her head and found herself staring into a camera lens. Karla
addressed the executioner.
"How's the ax, Gunter?"
Gunter hefted the massive ax.
"It's got good weight. The blade's nice and sharp. It balances well and has
a good feel to it. Quality workmanship!"
Poor Kitty couldn't stop shaking. Her bare tits, hanging down, quivered
delectably.
"OK! Roll 'em!"
The cameramen circled and captured Kitty's trembling tits and quaking
thighs. Karla was encouraging.
"It's okay to beg, Kitty."
Kittys voice squeaked and broke as she started to plead for her life.
"P-P-Please don't kill me. I give great french! I give great head! I give
great muff! I have a tight pussy. I have a tight asshole. You can grope and
fondle me all you want! You can squirt cum in my face and over my tits. If I get
pregnant, just vacuum me out!"
Kitty's pretty face was a mass of nervous tics and twitches as the kneeling
nude offered everything and anything. The executioner was contemptuous.
"Not good enough!"
He raised the heavy ax high as poor Kitty gibbered hysterically. The huge
blade sliced down, powered by Gunter's massive muscles. It thudded into the
executioner's block. Kitty's body jerked violently and she unloaded in her
panties. Karla clapped.
"Excellent!"
The executioner pulled the ax from the block an inch from Kittys ashen face.
He had missed completely. Karla wanted a mock execution to warm Kitty up for the
main event. The cameras continued to roll as Kitty threw up, puking prettily for
the cameras. When Kitty had finished yorking up her toenails, Karla got back to
business.
"OK, Kitty. We're going to unclamp you. Show your gratitude to the
executioner."
Kitty's wrists were released. Gunter unzipped. She knelt before him, her
white panties sagging under their brown load. She encircled the base of his
stiff dick with her fingers, licked up the glistening drop of pre-cum and sucked
his gnarled knob while pumping with her hand. It didn't take him long. Gunter
pulled out and sprayed a heavy load of oyster juice into Kitty's pretty face.
"Lose the panties and wipe your bum, Kitty."
Kitty was handed a wet wipe. She pulled down her sagging panties, stepped
out of them and dropped them in the trash. She wiped herself clean with the wet
wipes.
"Okay! Let's try again, Kitty."
Kitty knelt. Her wrists were clamped to either side of the chopping block.
She held up her head, face dripping with thick scummy wads of cum, and spread
her legs wide, exposing herself lewdly for the cameras.
"Prep her!"
Kitty gasped as a tube was forced up her piss hole and her bladder was
pumped full of piss generously donated earlier by Gunter. She groaned as the
enema probe probe was inserted and her bowels filled to bursting.
It was always bad news when Karla was warmly encouraging.
"Hold it all in as best you can, Kitty dear."
She nodded at Gunter. The heavy ax blade was raised high. Gunter flexed his
massive muscles and the blade sliced downwards hard.
Kitty exploded in a three way spray as her head tumbled into the basket.
Blood spurted from her neck, flooding the ax blade in red as it buried itself in
the chopping block between her twitching shoulders. Shit firehosed out her
asshole. Urine sprayed messily from her crotch.
Gunter reached into the basket, gripped her by the hair and held up Kitty's
severed head for the cameras. Kitty's beautifully coiffed and carefully made-up
head was still alive. Her lips mouthed soundless obscenities and her light blue
eyes blinked several times, frantically staring at her jerking nude body pumping
her life's blood out the stump of her neck in powerful heartbeat squirts.
Several tears trickled down her cheeks before Kitty's lights went out
completely, nobody home.
Chapter 6 - Lab Rat
Mistress Karla introduced her friends from Hamburg to Frank.
"I'm proud to have been selected as Pain Master for the Schlachtfest! I
think Frank and his company have a lot to offer. Frank's charming little demo
will speak for itself."
Freshly arrived from Hamburg, the perverts who ran Die Singvogel S&M Club
had coffee and croissants before the morning demo, what Frank was calling "a
taste of the Schlactfest." Leisurely, they settled down and were introduced to
Dr. Mandro.
"Dr. Mandro's father was one of the German rocket scientists who went far
out of their way to surrender themselves and their equipment to the Americans
rather than the Russians at the end of World War II. He's carried on the proud
traditions of Nazi Experimentation. He's also the genius behind our Sweaty Babe
line of dungeon toys."
Dr. Mandro blushed modestly.
"Of course, the full line of our stun and electro-shock technology will be
demonstrated at the Frauleinschlactfest in Hamburg, but this is just to give you
a taste so you know that you and your international clientel will not be
disappointed. Your membership exactly fits our preferred customer profile! While
we donate the use of our technology for free to the Frauleinschlachtfest, we
expect to make a killing, so to speak, once your members see what our technology
can do for them! Dr. Mandro will also be demo'ing his Sweaty Babe Dungeon Toys
at the Frauleinschachtfest. You provide the babes. He'll sweat them good! Dr.
Mandro has generously volunteered his personal assistant for today's demo of our
main line of electric stun technology. It will also demonstrate Zap-Tek's
commitment to you people!" Lovely Lisa made begging noises into her gag as
Dr. Mandro pinned the electrodes to her naked body. Wires led from the
electrodes to the electroshock console, controlled from Dr. Mandro's laptop. The
scientist worked quickly and skilfully as he pinned electrodes to the soles of
her pretty feet, the backs of her knees and her inner thighs as well as the top,
bottom and sides of her taut bare belly. She whimpered as he pinned them over
her kidneys. He pierced her nipples. She shreiked as he jabbed a long metal
skewer sideways through the base of each breast. Lisa squealed as he pinned
electrodes to her middle finger, inner elbows and armpits. Her ears, tongue and
neck muscles were wired as well.
While Dr. Mandro connected up babe-a-licious Lisa, Frank kept up a stream of
informative chatter.
"You'll notice that the chair is bolted to the floor to hold the victim in
place during the hard, violent exercise session. Also note that every surface of
the chair is wrapped in black electrical tape so that the only current is
transmitted by the electrodes and not drained off by the chair. This guarantees
that the current will go from sensitive spot to sensitive spot in a controlled
way to produce the maximum electro-convulsive effect."
Dr. Mandro delved between Lisa's parted thighs to exploit an area rich in
sensitive nerve endings. The chair's seat was like a toilet seat, allowing full
access to her most private openings. Lisa moaned as his long fingers burrowed
deep into her cunt to connect up her g-spot and cervix. She squealed in deep
distress as he twisted hard to bury the long corkscrew anal and piss-hole
electrodes deep inside her most intimate orifices. Lisa sobbed as her inner and
outer labia were pinned with electrodes.
While Dr. Mandro beavered away, Frank continued his patter.
"You'll notice that he's pinning the electrodes to her, instead of just
sticking them on. That's because the skin resists electrical current. If you
pierce the skin it makes for a direct, much juicier, contact that delivers a lot
more zap straight to the muscles and nerves."
The American marketting Rep surveyed the panting beauty critically.
"There! I think that does it. Let's see if everything works."
The blond beauty screamed into her gag. Lisa's sweat slick, nude body arched
violently against the restraining straps of the chair as the electric jolt fried
her hard. Frank grinned and did his Baron Frankenstein imitation.
"IT'S ALIVE!!!"
The perverts at the table laughed genially. A pert brunette in a french maid
outfit delivered a round of drinks to the people at the U-shaped, plexiglas
table surrounding Lisa's heavy wooden chair. Her panting, naked body sat facing
Frank at the centre of the U. Dr. Mandro ran the electroshock sequences from his
laptop computer as beautiful Lisa bounced, jiggled and squealed.
Frank was justifiably proud of his country's accomplishments.
"America is a world leader in electroshock/stun technology! We ship to
regimes all over the world. When the South African police spray a crowd of
protesters with water cannons and then wade in to the soaked crowd applying
electroshock batons to the protesters' genitals, it's American technology
they're using. If our country forbids us to export shock batons to a country, we
simply route the shipment through a country that does! Our stun technology is
used by regimes around the world. We ship to the Middle East, Africa, Latin
America and Asia. We also farm out the manufacturing to countries that have very
loose or non-existent export restrictions like Mexico, Russia and Taiwan."
His largely German audience was impressed. They took a sip from their beer
steins and eyed the sweating Lisa with satisfaction. They all wanted to see the
bitch fried hard as proof that Zap-Tek was willing to go all the way and wasn't
part of some stupid sting operation. Frank continued the spiel to his fascinated
audience while Lisa screamed until the snot ran from her nose.
After that, she screamed some more.
"Even at home in the good ole USA, when a prisoner with something to say in
his own defense appears in court, he's often wearing an 50,000 volt electroshock
belt with battery pack under his baggy prison uniform. The spectators can't see
it, but if he offends the judge or prosecutors in any way, he can be zapped in
the kidneys with an eight second jolt triggered by a remote control from up to
300 feet away. Here, we'll show you what it looks like!"
Dr. Mandro triggered the sequence. Lisa grimaced and went rigid as a board.
After her eight second electronic workout, Lisa was pasty faced and panting
hard. Grinning hugely, Frank continued.
"It's actually not one long 50,000 volt jolt. It's a carefully timed series
of milIisecond long shocks that cause the muscles to go into spasm. As you can
see, she was as quiet as a mouse while the discipline was being administered.
Afterwards, you can see the bone-deep respect in her eyes."
The audience nodded appreciatively. They all knew that look.
"Adjusting the pattern of shocks can leave the victim writhing and twitching
helplessly on the ground."
Dr. Mandro initiated a series involving the groin electrodes. Lisa cried out
as her bare buns clamped tight around the anal probe and her inner thighs
fluttered in painful cramping spasms. She shreiked insanely, snot spraying from
her nose, with each firestorm of crackling sparks across her labia, burning deep
inside her vaginal passage.
"You've seen the electronic abdominal workout advertised on television? We
just tweak up that program a bit and her abs rupture and tear deep inside her."
Lovely Lisa emitted a long, shuddering groan of the deepest anguish as Dr.
Mandro's fingers danced on the keyboard, a virtuoso of pain. Sweat ran down her
heaving torso and disappeared into her pubic bush as Lisa's taut bare belly
jumped savagely, each of the six muscle groups locked in a series of brutal,
muscle-tearing spasms.
"Stimulating the upper torso has to be done properly to avoid shocking the
heart and putting it into cardiac arrest. We have just the program to give her a
full upper body workout."
The audience laughed in delight as bimbo Lisa's big breasts jiggled and
quivered like jello. Her eyelids fluttered and her eyeballs rolled up in their
sockets as her face contorted in a grotesque rictus of agony.
"Now we engage the lower torso as well."
Lisa flushed brick-red right down to her pubic triangle as she convulsed
spastically, the electricity thrumming through her nude body. Her muscles jerked
in violent spasms as she arched mightily against the restraining straps.
Carefully orchestrated waves of shocks had her naked body pumping obscenely in
rippling, muscle-tearing, full body convulsions. Lisa shreiked shrilly as her
body hurtled against the straps in a berserk fit, opposing muscle groups cranked
to the limit and beyond, brutally tearing herself apart. Blood trickled from her
nostrils. Her smooth bare bum, clenched tight, bounced frantically on the seat.
The crackle and snap of breaking bones accompanied the next wave of violently
convulsive spasms. Foam frothed from her lips. Her bloodshot eyeballs bulged
from their sockets. There was a smell of cooking flesh. As Lisa headed
convulsively into the final deep roast, Frank finished his pitch.
"We have a lot of electronic stun products to sell. They're cheap, easy to
conceal and hard to trace. Our Electronic Workout at Die Singvogel's
Frauleinschlachtfest will have your birds singing sweetly and will show off a
wide range of products for potential clients. They always want to see the
practical application. Zap-Tek is really grateful to you people for the
opportunity to show exactly what we can do to the customers that count."
Six times, Dr. Mandro applied the convulsive, muscle burning sequence to
Lisa's contorted, brutally spasming body. Six times, Lisa's nude form hurtled
violently against the straps, big bare breasts jerking and juddering, buttocks
bouncing frantically, brick red from head to toe, dripping sweat. Smoke curled
out from between Lisa's shivering, quivering thighs. Frank waxed enthusiastic to
one of the leather bitches.
"There's nothing like a live demo!"
The leather bitch knew quality and commitment when she saw it.
"This demo is, quite literally, drop dead gorgeous! Zap-Tek gets my vote!"
There was chorus of assent from those around the table eyeing Lisa's
smoking, twitching body.
"Now let's see those dungeon toys!"
