Men
were getting angry. They had been stripped of political power. They
were the humiliated servants of women. There was also a fertility
crisis that could be solved by lots of sex, but women showed little
interest. Men's efforts to redress their grievances were outlawed by
President Chelsea Clinton as creating a climate hostile to women. Men
still dominated the military, and when they couldn't take it any more
they took power in a coup. The tables turned -- and how. Among the
rights men seized was the right to rape.
Women wear collars that
track their hormonal state, and a green light means she's fertile. An
aid to the men in trying to make her pregnant and reverse the fertility
crisis.
In the resulting society there is still crime. Men who
commit crimes pay fines and go to prisons. So do women who commit
property crimes or crimes against other women.
But women who commit crimes against men? Women who strike at the heart of the men's revolution? They go to the Bad Girl Zoo.
This
might sound like cruel and unusual punishment. There are several
justifications. One is that all too many women who think in the old
ways would say, "I don't care, I'll go to prison instead of putting up
with all this sex!" For them, prison has to be a place where they can't
get away from sex. Where in fact their lot is more humiliating than if
they just put up with the two hours a day of sex that is their duty in
the first place. Second, men deserve to live out some fantasies that
are a bit much to impose on ordinary women who are doing their best.
And finally, well, they're just women.
Some bad girls who aren't too bad might end up in unusual situations, such as the sport known as "Chasing Tail".
Howard:
Here we are in another ESPN radio special, looking at new developments
in the sporting world. We're here today in Nashville to look at
"Chasing Tail". My colleague Bob has been investigating this. So,
what's this sport about?
Bob: It was inspired by the rodeo --
steer roping. For those who may not know about that classic, the idea
is that a steer is released from the gate into a ring, and the cowboy
is on a horse, equipped with a lariat. His job is to lasso the steer,
then get it down, with three legs tied up, as soon as he can. A timed
event.
Howard: I understand it was quite the event for cowboys. But of course there aren't that many cowboys today.
Bob:
That's right, Howard. Chasing Tail is an event that appeals to your
average man. The idea is to chase a girl instead of a steer. And
instead of tying up the girl, his goal is to get her down, rape her,
and ejaculate in her vagina as quick as he can. There's no horse and no
lariat -- girls aren't that fast or strong. And instead of a dirt
enclosure, this is done in a ring about the size of a basketball court,
and like a basketball court it has a wooden floor.
Howard: We're in the press box above the court right now. I see a pen over there for girls. They all look pretty nice.
Bob:
Well, yes, that's true. Sports are always better with beautiful women
-- whether it's as cheerleaders, gymnasts, or skaters -- and of course
the sexier they are the more motivated the contestants.
Howard:
They're all in short dresses -- coming about halfway down the thigh. No
shoes or socks or anything. Do they have panties on?
Bob: Yes,
they have panties, but inside they've been prepared beforehand. A
gynecologist has fitted them with a special cervical cap that detects
semen and sends a radio signal. That's what ends the round -- the
signal confirming semen delivered to the cervix.
Howard: And now they're leading one into the center, and her wrist is tied to a post.
Bob: Right. When the round begins, the cuff on her hand opens and she's free.
Howard:
Over here are the contestants, each with a numbered jersey on, and
nothing else. And there's a clock counting down -- it's at 30 now.
Bob:
That's right, Howard. The clock shows the time to the start of the
round, and you can see the man in the bullpen, stroking his cock. To be
really quick, he's got to have an erection and be not so far from
blowing his load. The first phase is to catch the girl, the second is
to get her into a fuckable position, but the third phase is the actual
penetration, thrusting and ejaculation. Being fast on that part relies
on his body being just about ready.
Howard: So the clock is counting down... four... three... two... one.
Bob:
He's off! She dodges left, then right, but he's got her. She's down,
now he flips her... left knee pin, right knee pin, down he goes...
thrusting, and... Done! Twenty-six point one five seconds.
Howard: I noticed he didn't pull out right away.
Bob: No, it's traditional for him to take another few seconds of celebratory fucking.
Howard: So, how did he do?
Bob: That's a good solid run for an event like this.
Howard: And now we're seeing a replay.
Bob:
Right, and that inset, that's from the penis-cam. It waves around
wildly at first, of course, then you see his quick left hand motion
there to pull the panties to the side and open her labia at the same
time and guide his cock in. From the main cam we can count -- it looks
like ten thrusts until he ejaculates.
Howard: And his right arm?
Bob: He's using the standard technique, with his forearm against her chest to both hold her down and give him stability.
Howard: What about that other inset?
Bob:
That inset is from the cervix-cam. We see the cock tip come in about 5
times and then see the semen gush out. It's usually dark in a vagina,
of course. The thing's got a semen detector, a camera and a light.
Howard: I noticed he helped her to her feet and gave her a little spank.
Bob: Yes, that's become something of a tradition.
Howard: And now she's being looked over by the ref.
Bob:
Right. He can't damage her physically -- if he does he's disqualified.
Blood is an automatic disqualification. It looks like she's OK.
Howard: It looks like he stuck his finger up her pussy!
Bob: Yeah, wants to be sure everything's fine in there too.
Howard: So the next girl is in place at the post, the next contestant is stroking himself. Three... Two... one.
Bob:
This girl goes right, then left, then right again. She got away and is
heading to the side. Wow, he's having trouble with her.... There, he
got her... Already 33 seconds. He's got her in position now, but he
knows it's a bad round. There -- he got his cock in finally.
Howard: He's been fucking away for at least 15 seconds now.
Bob:
Right, that's pretty common. He knows he's not going to have a fast
time, so he's just enjoying fucking the girl. But he has to finish
pretty soon -- if he's not done in 3 minutes then it's all over.
Howard: I know I'm stiff in my pants watching him go.
Bob: Yes, me too. That's pretty common for the spectators -- it's a good spectator sport.
Howard:
A few really deep, long thrusts, now a bunch of really quick ones
and... there's the splat on the cervix-cam. The round is over! Two
minutes and twelve seconds.
Bob: Not really competitive.
Howard: He helped her up, gave her a spank, then took a big squeeze on her breast there.
Bob: Yes, a breast worth squeezing, I'd say.
Howard:
Here's our next contestant... Five... four... three... two... one...
He's off! And -- no wait, the girl isn't running away. She just lies
down and spreads open for him! What does that mean?
Bob: Right,
there, he's fucking her hard, but that won't count. We'll see if he
finishes or pulls out -- obviously if he comes then he would be slower
to come in his replacement bout later today -- serious contestants wait
at least a couple days between competitions. No, there -- he blew his
load! Thirty-five seconds. I guess he decided he'd rather just finish
fucking the girl and not worry so much about his time on the next one.
Howard: What's this? The one ref has bent her over his knee and is spanking her... He's spanking her hard!
Bob:
Well, of course they have to discourage the girls from doing anything
unsportsmanlike. She looks positively defiant there, and they can't
have that.
Howard: So what happens now?
Bob: I don't know
as you caught the ref's sign -- he flings his hands apart, then shoves
one finger into the curled fingers of the other, in a fucking motion.
They'll put her in four-point restraints, with legs spread wide, and
any of the spectators who want can just fuck her at their leisure. Most
of these cute girls are protected against general fucking, but they're
not going to protect a girl who doesn't play.
Howard: She's awfully cute, maybe I'll take a turn.
Bob: You certainly can.
Howard: That raises another question. Where do the girls come from? Are they volunteers?
Bob: There have been a few, and there's talk of making a tournament of just volunteer girls.
Howard: But the others?
Bob:
Convicts. In fact, we have one of the girls here today to join us. Come
on over, Melissa, now's the time. You've been out there in the ring.
What's it like for you?
Melissa: It's not the most pleasant thing, but as a convict I have to pay back my debt to society.
Howard: How does it work? Are you sentenced to get fucked a certain number of times?
Melissa: No, they want to give us an incentive to struggle, so it's based on time.
Howard: To play hard to get? That's funny, ha!
Melissa:
Right. They time us from the moment the door opens until when the guy
has us down and controlled. Our sentence is measured in the total time
for all the rounds we play, so the longer we can keep his cock out of
our pussy, the fewer times we have to do it.
Howard: And how long was your sentence?
Melissa: 15 minutes. I've still got 45 seconds left to go.
Howard: Oh, and how many times did you get fucked for that?
Melissa: I think it was 23 so far.
Howard: Let's see, that's under 40 seconds on average. That first guy must have had her in control in like 12 seconds.
Bob:
Some of them aren't that good. If the guy gives up or is really bad,
she still won't get credit for more than 45 seconds per attempt.
Howard: So how do you feel about this, Melissa? Until the men's revolution six years ago, this would have been totally illegal.
Melissa:
Oh, I think it makes sense. We girls are made for fucking -- it's what
God put us on earth for. So if a girl commits a crime, she ought to
pay. I'm paying my debt to society and try my best to abide by the law
now.
Howard: And what was your crime, may I ask?
Melissa: I was driving 43 miles an hour in a 40-mile-an-hour zone.
Howard: Really? That doesn't seem so serious.
Melissa: I can't agree with that. It was a crime and I shouldn't have done it.
Howard: On the outside you've got to get fucked a couple hours a day anyway, and I'm sure you got a lot of attention that way.
Melissa: Yes, I confess I did.
Howard: So given that, being in Chasing Tail is not much of a sentence.
Melissa: The sentence was going to the Bad Girl Zoo, so being in Chasing Tail was an option I jumped at.
Bob:
The truth is, though she's got the right repentant attitude, pretty
girls like Melissa can get convicted of some crimes that would be
overlooked in the rest of us.
Howard: 43 in a 40? Sounds like
it. Chasing Tail seems like a fun sport, and they have to have a steady
supply of girls. Well, thank you for your time, Melissa.
Melissa: My pleasure.
Bob: There she goes.
Howard: I could sure imagine taking my pleasure with her!
Bob:
Yeah, she is quite the looker. And one of those girls with the right
attitude. But an ordinary guy would have to win a lottery to get at
her. You're famous, she'd probably spread her legs for you if you asked.
Howard:
Maybe. She's one I'd rather do from the rear, myself. Nice and primal.
And say, what about different techniques. Do any of the contestants try
to mount from the rear?
Bob: It's an obvious possibility, but
it's very hard to control a girl that way. She has too much latitude to
move her hips around. A three-point pin with the girl on her back is
the sure way -- arm across her chest, and one knee on each thigh. It
really does immobilize her.
Howard: So we have a few volunteer girls and some who come as an alternative to the Bad Girl Zoo. Is that it?
Bob:
No, actually most of the girls serve some time in the Bad Girl Zoo and
then come here. It's a pretty good assignment. Some girls work up to it
if they've done most of their time and been model Zoo Girls.
The
zookeeper looks at one of his charges. Anne Johnson. She's in a square
cage that's 8 feet on a side. There's a cot, a toilet, a little sink.
She's naked, of course. It's warm enough in the Zoo that the bad girls
don't shiver. There's an exhibit label outside her cage. "When a man
was exercising his right to Anne's body, she bit him! She bit his arm
hard. It made a nasty wound that required the poor man to spend weeks
in the hospital."
She's a hot girl, with a nice figure, blond
hair and a pretty face. Narrow waist, pronounced hips. Like most zoos,
some exhibits are more popular with visitors than others. Mundane
inmates of the Bad Girl Zoo may never see a visitor. There are of
course many such zoos scattered around the country.
A gang of teen boys approaches the exhibit. They read the exhibit label.
"Anne, you're a very bad girl," says a boy.
"I know. I did a terrible thing," she answers meekly from her seat on the bed.
"Come over here," says one.
She approaches. She stands by the bars -- quietly, submissively.
"Oooo, stick those boobs through the bars!"
She
sticks her right boob through as best she can. The boy grabs it roughly
and squeezes, then pulls the nipple hard. Anne winces.
When he's done another takes her hand and pulls her arm through the bars.
"We allowed to bite?" he asks the zookeeper, who shakes his head. "No 'eye for an eye'?" The zookeeper doesn't respond.
"Well, here, feel my dick," he says, whipping it out. She strokes it gently.
"I want a blow job!" says another.
"You crazy? She'd bite it off!"
"I can see why you'd be nervous," she answers quietly. "But I am reformed. I would be happy to give you pleasure with my mouth."
"No, I'm not chancing it."
"Hey,
what about fucking her. She could get her rear right up against the
bars. Does that work?" he asks, looking at her and then the zookeeper.
"It works," she answers, "and I would be happy to do that for you."
"Your dick's got to be long enough, though," says the zookeeper.
"Well, let's see," says the boy, "Mine is as long as the next guy's."
Anne kneels and presses her rear end up against the bars.
"Hey,
let me fuck her with my fingers before you make her cunt all slimy,"
says another. He sticks his finger in and pulls it out.
Another thinks it's a great idea, and does the same.
Anne winces as one boy removes his finger. "Scraped her with my fingernail," he says with a sneer.
They look at the zookeeper, who shrugs.
"OK,
let me at her!" says the boy who asked for the fuck. He pulls down his
trousers and briefs and gets behind her. She looks over her shoulder
and moves her butt up a little higher, apparently trying to make it
easier for him.
He sticks his cock against her pussy lips and it goes in.
"Way to go, Mike!" says a boy.
"Oh,
yeah!" says Mike. He's got his hands through the bars holding her butt
in position as he fucks her. But he can't get a very deep penetration.
After a while he says, "Hey, there's lots of other exhibits too."
"I gotta take a leak, and I think she'd look good with piss all over her face, don't you?"
The other boys don't react, but a couple steal glances at the zookeeper. "It's permitted," he says.
"OK, Annie baby. Turn around, kneel on the floor, head up." He pulls his cock out. "You bad, bad girl!"
"Oh, yeah, she deserves it," says a boy.
"Open
wide," says the boy, and Anne opens her mouth, though her eyes
instinctively shut. The boy lets loose, peeing in her open mouth for a
couple seconds, then aims it to cover her face and hair with pee.
"Oh, yeah, the naughty bitch!" says a boy.
As the pee drips off her, Anne says, "I deserve punishment for my terrible crime."
"Come on, let's go," says a boy.
A boy looks at the pee on the floor and at Anne's wet hair and face, then at the zookeeper. "Does it just stay like that?"
"I'll clean it up when you've gone," Anne says.
"Bye, bitch," say the boys in ragged chorus.
The
zookeeper remains behind. "Good job, Anne," he says with a sweet smile.
He catches a flash of anger in her eyes. There's still a drip of golden
pee on one eyelash.
He hands her some rags for the clean-up, and she sets to work.
The
zookeeper is in charge of several exhibits, but the others are all
quiet just now. Before long a single guy comes along and reads Anne's
exhibit label. "Oh, what an awful thing to do!"
"I am so sorry. I regret it every hour of every day."
"Can I slap her? While I fuck her?"
"Inside the cage?"
"Yeah."
"You can't slap her too hard. You can go in, but it's at your own risk."
"How much risk?"
"We can't predict. She's been very good for, uh, three weeks now, but you never know."
"I committed a terrible crime and must pay. I will submit to whatever you want," she says.
"OK, let me at her."
The zookeeper unlocks the door and the man enters.
"Back on the bed. Spread your legs. Good girl." He pats her head.
He
slaps her across the face, and then slaps her again. She yelps. He
grabs her nipples and pulls up from her chest until they are stretched
taut. The zookeeper sees her wince, but there is no need to intervene.
"Ah,
this is hot!" says the guy, ditching his trousers and underpants. He
moves into mating position and surges his cock into her pussy.
"Oh,
you got a nice one," he says. "Nice and hot and slick. You been in this
pussy?" he says to the zookeeper, over his shoulder.
"Yes, now and then," the man answers. "It is a very nice one, I agree."
"Ah,
you'll be a good cum dump," says the man, fucking away in earnest.
After a minute, he says, "But ooo, this will be extra hot." He pauses
and says sweetly, "Look at me, Annie dear."
She looks at him
with a small but forced smile as he pounds away. "Oh yeah, oh yeah, you
bitch, you dirty cunt, you...." He grunts with pleasure and at the same
time spits in her face once, then again. Anne recoils. Then the
zookeeper hears him snorting mucus from his nose into his mouth, ready
for a juicier delivery.
All at once Anne says, "No!" writhing beneath him and pushing him off, then landing a punch on his face.
"Anne!" shouts the zookeeper.
The startled man looks at her, stiff cock shrinking.
Anne
says, "Oh my God, I'm so sorry. I don't know what happened... You can
spit on me all you want or finish me off... here, go ahead?"
"Likely story. Kind of broke the mood, though, you bitch." He turns to the zookeeper. "Hey, you said she'd been good."
"She had. I also said it was a risk. I guess she couldn't take the idea of you spitting goobers on her face."
"It's legal, isn't it?"
The
zookeeper lets the man out of Anne's cage and locked the door behind
him. "Yeah, it's legal. She's just got a problem with self-control. You
OK?"
"Yeah, I'm fine," he says. The zookeeper sees a bruise forming under his eye.
"What happens to her now?"
Anne looks up from where she sits huddled on the edge of the bed, and the zookeeper looks into her pleading tear-stained eyes.
"I bet she's off to 4-point restraints now. Arms and legs fastened tight so she can't do that."
"No!" cries Anne from the bed.
"Ahhh, shut up, bitch! How long she in for?"
"Most sentences are indeterminate. Until they are rehabilitated."
When
the man goes, the zookeeper talks into his intercom. When he's done, he
turns to her. "Oh, Anne. I am so disappointed in you. So very
disappointed. What did you just do?"
"I didn't mean to! I apologized!"
"I asked what you did," says the zookeeper with a hint of threat.
"I punched the guy."
"What else?"
"I interrupted the mating act.... I'm sorry."
"You're off to 4-point restraints."
"What? Really? You were serious?"
"The supervisor confirmed it. What do you expect, whacking that nice man who was trying to give you a baby?"
'But he... he spit in my face! And was going to do it again!"
"So? You're just a woman. A woman who brutally bit a man."
"I... but..."
Two employees in uniform arrive.
One says, "Off to the 4-point restraint exhibits, Annie poo. We've got a cell prepared for you."
"Shit," says Anne under her breath.
"Come over here for your shot," says the zookeeper.
"Shot? I'll go peacefully, I promise!"
"You think we'll take a chance with you? No way."
"You going to put me out? I get a headache for hours after a shot."
"Anne, hurry up. We also have dart guns," says the zookeeper.
Anne trudges over to the bars, miserable and defeated, gets down on hands and knees and presses her ass against the bars.
"She's
pretty hot," says the first helper to the other. "You want to do her
when she's out? I know you like that sometimes. Give her an injection
the fun way?" He laughs.
Anne looks around and sighs. "I would be delighted if you tried to make me pregnant while I'm unconscious."
"Good
girl," says the zookeeper with a smile. "There's hope for you yet. But
you don't get unconscious, you just get paralyzed," he says. "You'll be
aware but unresponsive."
He swabs Anne's left butt cheek with alcohol and then slides the needle in and presses.
Seconds later, Anne collapses onto the floor.
The zookeeper unlocks the door, and the two helpers go in.
"I want to take her, I do," says the second helper. "You mind?" he asks the zookeeper.
There
is nothing wrong with fucking bad girls any time, but doing so on the
job when you have another assignment to do isn't allowed. "As long as
you're quick," says the zookeeper.
"Help me get her up on the
bed," says the second helper, and the two haul her up and into
position, flat on her back, legs spread wide.
The second pulls
his pants down past his knees and mounts. "How about a kiss, Annie?" he
says, puckering his lips and kissing her cheek. "No?"
The only muscles of Anne's that sort of work are her eyes. She blinks and looks at him.
"OK, a simple fuck will be just fine." He mounts and thrusts. The zookeeper and first helper watch.
"Nice
pussy, Annie," he says, fucking harder and faster.... "Oh yeah, oh
yeah... There you go!" he says with a gasp, and withdraws seconds later.
He rests 10 seconds as his cock shrinks and then pulls up his pants.
The
first helper takes Anne's wrists in his hand and lifts them up over her
head. The second takes her feet. The zookeeper detaches Anne's exhibit
label and takes it along. They set off walking.
"I kinda had hopes for Annie," says the zookeeper. "But the temper. They can't control their tempers."
The
first helper says, "Yeah, all too often. They couldn't on the outside,
which is how they got here. And now they can't again."
"Guy spit in her face, was hocking up some goobers to spit next."
"Oooooo," says the second helper with a wince.
When
they get to the four-point cell, they lay her on the bed but don't tie
her down. The zookeeper gives her another injection -- an antidote. he
leaves and locks her cell, and the three wait for to wake up.
"There she is," coos the zookeeper. "Up from her nap."
Anne
lifts her head and looks at him groggily, then drags herself to a
sitting position. She looks around at her surroundings. It's a smaller
cell, and the wide 4-point bed takes up half of it.
"Time to pee, sponge off and get ready for the rack."
"Hey, she's going to need a test run, right?" says the first helper. "Can I do her?"
The
zookeeper shrugs. "Sounds good. Anne, hurry up with the peeing, and
just do around your pussy and we'll show you how to get yourself locked
up." Her pussy is leaking a little bit.
Anne quick sits on the
pot and pees, with the tiniest flash of shame as she sees the three men
watching her. She then takes a cloth, wets it in the sink and wipes all
around her womanly parts.
She gets up on the bed. The zookeeper
tells her how to fasten the restraint on one ankle, and then the next,
and then her left hand, leaving only her right free. He then lets
himself into her cell and stays outside the swinging radius of her
right arm. She dutifully has her right arm resting in the restraint and
he snaps it shut.
The first guy enters and takes off his pants
and underpants. "Annie, repeat after me. I am a terrible girl who did a
horrible crime."
"I am a terrible girl who did a horrible crime."
"I want you to fuck me."
"I want you to fuck me."
She
dutifully repeats each phrase. He mounts her and inserts. "I want you
to ejaculate in my vagina... I want you to make me pregnant."
The zookeeper mounts her exhibit label in the bracket outside the new cell.
"Ah, you slut, you feel good inside," says the man whose penis is currently pumping in and out of her vagina.
"Doesn't she?" says the second helper.
"Her pussy wants it so much I just think I'll have to ejaculate!" says the first.
"Thank you for trying to make me pregnant," says Anne softly.
"My pleasure," says the man, "it is a great ... pleasure .... INDEED!" He holds himself deep as he unburdens himself of semen.
A
second zookeeper arrives, the one assigned to this section of the zoo.
"Sorry I got delayed with Suzanne. I see you've got Anne set up. And
she's fertile."
The zookeeper looks at her collar, with its
green light shining. "Ah, the light just came on! I guess you entered
the daddy lottery without knowing it," he says to the first helper, who
has by now pulled on his pants again.
"Oh, yeah!" he says, seeing the green light.
Anne instinctively looks but she can't see her own collar.
"Well,
goodbye Annie," says the zookeeper. "I hope you enjoy your new home.
Maybe if you are a good girl I'll see you back in the other wing some
day?"
"I will try," says Anne. "Thank you for everything you've
done for me, and I hope I am worthy to be in your part of the zoo again
some day."
The second zookeeper murmurs, "She's a hot one. I think I'll enter the daddy lottery myself as soon as my shift is over."
The helpers disperse and the zookeeper returns to his area.
The zookeeper's assignment today is the specialty exhibits. A dozen guys have gathered for the 10:15 tour.
The
specialty exhibits feature a series of long and thin enclosures. The
back ends are outdoors, separated from adjoining exhibits by wire mesh
fences. The near ends by the visitors' corridor are sheltered from the
elements. The outdoor portions are on a gentle rise, so the visitors
can see the girls wherever they are.
The zookeeper pauses
outside one such enclosure. It is a warm, sunny day. The girl sits way
back in her enclosure, naked of course. "Amanda is on a drug regimen
where she is unable to urinate unless a penis is firmly seated in her
vagina. So when nature calls, she has to find a man to screw her.
However, when a penis is in that position, she has no bladder control
and pees at once. And her crime? After a man had taken his pleasure
with her and was relaxing with eyes closed, she got up, found a knife
and stabbed at his private parts."
Most of the men shift
uneasily, and many hands find their way to the front of their pants in
the instinctive protection reaction.
"Fortunately she missed everything truly vital and the knife only went in an inch or so."
There
is a platform bed with a thin mattress down near the door to the
visitors' corridor. There is also a sink and a stack of towels. Some
ways up the enclosure is a clothesline, and a sheet and several towels
blow in the breeze.
"Most men like a thick flannel sheet, and naturally it's Amanda's job to clean everything up. Anyone interested in her?"
"I might be..." says one guy.
"Sign up for a time if you'd like. There will be a live demonstration at 2:45..."
The
zookeeper leads the group on. "The girls in these next two cages are
called Rover and Spot, and they are similarly configured. We arrange it
so they really need to pee on a staggered basis."
"Are those their real names?" asks one of the tour group.
"No,
just nicknames. You can see their real names on the exhibit description
panel. Amanda's called 'Fido', but somehow I just call her Amanda."
The group begins to move.
"We
do have a drug available so that a girl can only move her bowels under
the same circumstances. Very loose bowels. It's not very popular with
spectators, though, so we don't have any girls set up with that. It
only happens by special advance request."
The group follows behind the zookeeper.
"Now
we come to a few exhibits for psychological manipulation. I believe one
of you is actually signed up for Tara. Steve?" A young man raises his
hand.
The zookeeper motions to the girl who is lying on her side
halfway up the slope. She rises and approaches the gate. She is a 5'8"
willowy girl with lustrous light brown hair partway down her back.
"Wow, she's hot!" murmurs one of the men behind Steve.
"Tara's
crime was running away and hiding, over and over again. She locked
herself in a car and wouldn't get out for hours. When she was fertile,
no less."
"It was very wrong of me," she says, looking down. "I
should be glad when a man wants to fuck me -- and I'm working on it,
but it's difficult."
The zookeeper punches a combination into a
small refrigerator five feet off the ground and after a bit of
preparation emerges with a syringe. "Ready for your mate, Tara? This is
Steve."
"Hi, Steve. I'm ready. I am ashamed of my crime, and I am glad to repay my debt to society."
Tara
gets on hands and knees with her butt against the enclosure. The
zookeeper swabs a spot with alcohol and gives her the injection.
She walks up the hillside to where she had been lying and leans against the wire enclosure, looking down.
The zookeeper unlocks the door and lets Steve in. He takes off his clothes and stands.
"We'll
give the drug a minute to take effect," says the zookeeper. Soon Tara
looks up and eagerly walks down towards Steve. She sees his limp organ,
gets down on her knees in front of it, and gently but energetically
caresses it. "Oh, I need it hard, oh please get hard," she says.
Steve
turns and walks partway up the slope, his cock visibly lengthening.
Tara scrambles up and follows him, trying to reach forward to caress
the cock. When Steve stops, she once again gets down on her knees and
caresses it, then takes it in her mouth and begins licking. Steve
smiles and closes his eyes. Not many seconds later Tara takes her mouth
off to reveal a fully erect organ.
"Oh, please, stick it in me.
Please, please? I need it so much." She turns around on hands and knees
with her butt up in the air towards Steve, looking back over her
shoulder expectantly. Steve strokes his cock idly with one hand as he
moves his other hand over her butt.
But he turns away and walks up towards the far end of the enclosure.
Tara
scrambles up and follows him. As soon as he stops, she gets down on
hands and knees again and presents her butt. "Please!" they hear her
say with a whine.
Through the wire mesh of the adjoining
cloisters the group can see several other naked girls looking on. A few
shake their heads in disgust. A derisive "slut" can be heard from a
couple cages to the left.
Steve gets down behind Tara and aims
his cock. He gets the tip right at her opening -- but then stands up
again and walks down the hill. Tara immediately gets up and follows,
prancing back and forth behind him not unlike an eager puppy.
As
they approach, the zookeeper says, "As you can perhaps tell by now,
Tara is focused on one thing only -- getting a cock up her pussy. She
really just can't think of anything else. Some guys find that a
turn-on. She'll remember how she was, but she can't change anything
now."
Steve stops right in front of the door out to the
corridor. Tara gets down on hands and knees again, right side to the
corridor, butt towards Steve, back arched, looking hopefully if
impatiently over her shoulder.
"Ah, c'mon, just do her!" says one of the guys.
"It's entirely up to Steve," says the zookeeper.
Steve turns and gets down on his knees, aims himself with a happy leer, and pushes in.
The
initial penetration elicits from Tara a little sigh of relief, but she
still looks back expectantly. With a half dozen more strokes he is in
to the hilt and Tara relaxes. Steve starts a slow, deep fuck. Tara's
face displays pure animal satisfaction. Human animals smile when
they're in such a state, and Tara gives a vacant smile. After a deep
slow fuck, Steve moves to a quick shallow one, punctuated after every
10 strokes with a deep surge. Then he pauses. After a few seconds Tara
looks over her shoulder questioningly, but Steve goes back to work. His
fucking continues with increasing intensity for a couple minutes until
at last he gives a guttural groan and holds his cock in deep. After a
few seconds he eases back and his cock slides out.
Tara turns to look at him with a smile. "Oooo, thank you, thank you, thank you!"
There is a smattering of applause.
"Man, that was hot," says a guy. "Can I have a turn? Talk about a girl who wants it!"
The zookeeper says, "If Steve is done, you may."
"Yeah, have at her," says Steve, who now has his T-shirt and shorts back.
As the zookeeper lets him out, the other guy goes in, pulling shorts and briefs down to his ankles to reveal a stiff cock.
Tara looks at it with approval and turns to present her rear end.
"Hey, man, I'll take it," says the guy, kneeling behind her and shoving himself in. "Ah, nice pussy."
Tara
resumes her look of animal satisfaction. The second guy slides out
after a couple minutes, and says, "I'm gonna save my load for one of
the others."
Tara looks back, puzzled.
"That's fine,"
says the zookeeper softly. "But she can tell from your body language
that you didn't come. If you go back in and fake an orgasm, you can see
her tell the difference. Up to you, of course."
"Cool," says the
guy, who surges back in and puts on a show of mounting excitement
ending with an overdone, "Oh yes, baby, yes, yes, YES!" before
withdrawing.
Tara looks satisfied.
"Anyone else?" asks the zookeeper as the second guy exits. No hands are raised.
Tara
looks through the bars at the collection of men, and as they turn to
move off she puts her rear end right up against the bars. "Please, oh
please?" she whimpers.
"What a horny bitch," says one of the
guys. "Here, I'll give you a finger," and surges his middle finger up
inside. When he takes it out, he wipes it on her butt to get it dry.
Before
they go through a door to the next section, the zookeeper pauses. "The
girls in here are hungry. Some of them are very hungry. There are bins
with little bits of food behind you. They'll do just about anything for
food."
As they go through the door, six girls in their separate
cages race to the bars. All are naked, all are pretty, and all are
sexy. They vie to give the most seductive expressions, one squeezing
her breast, another sliding her hand sensuously up between her thighs,
another turning to show her butt and wiggling it seductively.
"Let me demonstrate," says the zookeeper, taking a handful of dark pellets. "Cocoa puffs," he says, popping one in his mouth.
"Hi,
Mary," he says, handing a cocoa puff through the bars. Mary takes it
and puts it in her mouth, with a quick chew and swallow. He beckons
with his finger and Mary comes right up to the bars. He opens his mouth
and she imitates him. He pops a cocoa puff in. She consumes it and
opens her mouth again, and gets two more that way.
"Beg," he says.
"Please?" she asks plaintively.
"Like a dog," he says.
Mary
immediately gets down on her knees imitating a dog begging. She then
reaches through the bars to paw at the zookeeper's legs, and some of
the guys laugh. He rewards her with a cocoa puff.
"No hands, come get it!" he says, and holds a cocoa puff through the bars but over her head.
Mary reaches up on tippy toes and takes it from his fingers with her lips.
He
holds another one higher, and she stretches farther and barely gets it.
For a higher one she jumps up and just gets it with her tongue.
"Show
me your pussy," says the zookeeper, and she immediately holds her
female lips wide open right at the bars. The zookeeper crushes a
half-dozen cocoa puffs into her vagina.
Mary instantly backs away and fishes out the crumbs, eagerly eating them.
The
zookeeper says, "This really thick paste is interesting. Kind of like
really thick molasses in consistency, but not sweet, kind of like miso
or tempeh or something. Stick some on your dick and put it through the
bars."
A guy does that and they all watch as Mary eagerly takes
the organ in her mouth and sucks, swallowing the sticky stuff as she
gets it off of the swelling organ.
"You guys can have fun with
the other girls, too," he says, indicating the next enclosures in line.
The girls look momentarily excited, but relax in disappointment as the
men all keep watching Mary.
"That's pretty amazing," says the
guy with Mary, retreating to slather his cock with more goop and
sticking it through the bars for Mary's eager attention. He starts
gasping, and goes back for one more coating with a very stiff and
twitching cock. The third time she takes it and licks more vigorously
than ever. He groans and gasps as he delivers in her mouth. She
swallows the sperm along with the rest of the stuff on his cock.
With
that show over, a guy walks up to the next cage, whose occupant the
exhibit display identifies as "Karen". "You can't eat this," he says,
handing her some cocoa puffs. "Feed me!" The girl bites her lip as she
looks at the airy pellets in her hand. But she dutifully puts them into
the guy's waiting mouth one at a time.
Karen has small breasts.
When the first guy doesn't offer any follow-ups, another guy takes
charge. "Hey," he says, motioning her over. He slathers some of the
magic paste on her breasts. "Feed Mary!"
She goes to the wire
coarse wire mesh and sticks her breast through. Mary hungrily licks and
sucks the tasty stuff off first one breast, then the other.
"Hey, malted milk balls," says one guy, having sampled one. Karen's breasts are all clean and she returns.
He
then sticks one in his cheek and says, "Hey, Karen, come give Tommy a
kiss." Karen presents her lips and Tom kisses her. She presses forward
against him, and Tom pulls back. "Hey, you're not allowed to steal it.
You've got to wait 'til I give it to you."
Karen nods and
presents her lips for more kissing. After several seconds, she pulls
back, noisily chewing on the ball he has propelled into her mouth.
The
zookeeper motions to the third cage. "Zoe's pretty good at catching
things in her mouth." He demonstrates by tossing in a cocoa puff. A
brief adjustment of her neck and she catches it and swallows. Several
guys try with cocoa puffs and malted milk balls. She is pretty good.
She misses one. When there is a pause in the morsels of food coming at
her in arcs, she reaches down and gets the ball she'd missed and pops
it in her mouth.
"No fair," says the zookeeper. "You know the
rules. If you miss, you hand it back." He tosses in a malted milk ball
that she obviously can't get in her mouth. She catches it in her hand
instead, looks at it hungrily, and then with a pout hands it back
through the bars. One of the other guys gives it to her in a kiss.
"He, we get to do any fucking here?" asks a guy.
"Sure,
if you'd like," says the zookeeper. "One interesting way is the feeding
trough. She gets on hands and knees with face up to the bars, and you
go in there behind and fuck her from the rear."
"Can I fuck her ass?"
"Sure.
Here in the zoo you can... Anyway, then you can tell us what to give
her here in the feeding trough, depending on how good a job she's
doing."
"Cool!" says the guy, who is shortly naked in the enclosure behind Zoe. "I'll start in her pussy," he says.
"Ah,
that's nice. Worth a cocoa puff at least," he says as he surges in. One
of the audience puts a cocoa puff in the shallow feeding trough that's
part of the cage wall and Zoe scarfs it up.
Zoe has a nice big butt and C-cup tits, which jiggle impressively as the guy fucks her hard.
"Hey, how about a dab of that paste."
The zookeeper puts a blob of the paste on the feeding trough and Zoe licks rapidly at the metal dish to get it off.
A couple malted milk balls follow.
"Time for her ass," says the guy, pulling out of pussy and lubing his cock. "Ah, nice one!" he says as he surges in.
"Hey, I got an idea. How about you spell her name with the sticky stuff and then decorate it with cocoa puffs."
A guy answers, "Cool! Good thing it's Zoe so we don't overfeed her!" Laughter.
One starts squeezing out "ZOE" on the trough, and the girl reaches in at once.
"Nah, you gotta wait," says the zookeeper, and she holds her face back, hungrily looking as the men work.
In
a minute the work of art is finished. Despite her hunger, Zoe pauses
for a second before hungrily diving in for cocoa puffs and soy goo.
"Hey, when I deliver my load up her ass, you want to deliver some goo in her mouth? Delivery in both ends at once?" He laughs.
"Sure," says the zookeeper, wielding a goo gun. "How much is she worth?"
"She's pretty tight. She's been a good girl. How about a tablespoon?"
"That's generous of you," says the zookeeper.
"Oh,
yeah, you good bitch. Hungry bitch. Nice ass... Oh yeah, it's coming,
yeah, oh hot babe, good fuck, mmm, aaahhh, Deliver!" he groans. The
delivery in her rectum is matched with a nutritious and tasty delivery
in her mouth.
When they have all had their fun with the hungry
girls, one guy asks the zookeeper to explain more about it. "Is that
all they live on? Seems pretty inconsistent."
"We supplement to
keep them healthy -- except for the ones who won't play," he says,
pointing to the fourth pen, where a girl lies way up the slope in the
fetal position, turned away. "But we've got a plan for them too. They
lose weight -- we give them vitamins and a little protein to keep them
going the normal way-- and then they're good for the anorexic display.
Some guys really like to do skinny girls. Mostly those end up in
4-point restraints. If they're not willing to sit up and beg for food,
they don't usually hold still to get fucked either.
But Mary, Karen and Zoe -- they've been doing really well lately. They're all candidates for being on Chasing Tail."
"Oh, that rodeo show!" says one of the guys in the group.
"Right. Before we go, we should stuff their pussies with some meat -- if they want."
The zookeeper opens one of the high refrigerators and takes out a box with sausages. This one is a freezer.
"Would you like some meat in your pussy, Zoe?"
"Yes, please!"
"Which size would you like?" On view are sausages ranging in diameter from an inch to roughly three inches.
Zoe bites her lip. "The biggest one."
"That's
awfully big, Zoe. That might stretch your pussy out so it doesn't give
the tight hug that we men love to get during a fuck."
"Uh, OK," says Zoe. "But I'm so hungry!"
"How about this next size down?"
"If
that's what you think is best," she says. Without being asked, she
turns around and presses her butt up against the bars, holding her
pussy open with her fingers.
"We use frozen ones so we can get
them in better." The zookeeper takes the sausage and presses the blunt
end in. Zoe winces. "This is hard work!" he says. "But you really want
it?"
"Yes, please, sir!" she says.
With a mighty effort, the zookeeper shoves the sausage. It goes in.
Zoe
turns around and squats on the ground, digging up inside with her
fingers. Soon the cylinder of meat appears, and she gnaws on it. It has
started to thaw on the outside.
"How about you, Karen?" asks the zookeeper.
She chooses one size smaller than Zoe.
"You've never taken one that big," says the zookeeper.
"Still, I'd like to."
"Hungry?"
"Very."
The
zookeeper presses it against the opening of the pussy presented between
two bars. "Part of my job description." He grimaces and manages finally
to get it in.
As the widest part of the sausage enters, a tiny trickle of red blood emerges and runs down Karen's leg.
The onlookers notice... "Wow, she must be hungry!" "Serves her right."
As
soon as the zookeeper's fingers are removed, she too turns and squats
and digs the meat out. She gnaws on it without bothering to remove the
blood.
"Hey, it must make 'em kind of frigid for a while," says a guy. Smiles and chuckles.
Mary takes the largest sausage of all up her pussy, and after retrieving it gnaws away in similar fashion.
"Good thing they can tell a sausage from a dick!"
"Ewww!"
"Remember, they're criminals."
"They
look like cave-women, don't you think?" says a guy. The three naked
girls gnawing on cylinders of meat do bring that to mind.
"Bye, girls," says the zookeeper, and leads his tour group away.
It's
2:45. The zookeeper is going to demonstrate the pissing girl. There are
a couple dozen people gathered to watch. They'll also catch it on
video, and some of the hotter sessions get packaged as porn.
He enters the cage naked and sits on the plush flannel sheet. Amanda stands in front of him.
"Let's
see what you did. After a man had thoughtfully attempted to breed you
and was dozing, you approached with a baseball bat and started whacking
him. He suffered a broken arm before he was able to stop you. Oh, you
were a very bad girl."
"I was. I am so sorry for my crime, and am glad to do my meager best to repay my debt to society."
"That's nice, Amanda. So what can I do for you today?"
"I
am really hoping you can slide your penis into my vagina good and hard
because that's the only way I can pee. I really, really need to pee."
"Even babies know how to pee, as soon as they're born."
"I've lost that basic ability. My punishment... that's the only way I can pee."
"Well, OK. Before we begin, why don't you drink this nice glass of lemonade."
"Umm, then I'll have to pee even more."
"True, true. But the people out in the corridor and at home -- they want to make sure you pee a whole lot."
"Um, OK. You promise to go ahead and slide your penis in good and hard when I'm done?"
"I don't promise anything, Amanda."
"OK," she says quietly, fighting back tears. She drinks the lemonade.
"Tasty, isn't it?" he says.
"Very good," she says, drinking it down.
"So why don't you make nice tender love to my penis with your mouth."
Amanda nods and descends to take his cock in her mouth.
"Mmmm,
good job, girl. Very nice... Oh, this is exciting. If you keep going I
think I'll come in your mouth. What would you think of that?"
She
raises her head and says desperately, "You can come in my mouth a
hundred times if you want. But... not now. I need this in my pussy. I
gotta go so bad!"
"Do you think about the man you beat with the bat when you have to go so bad? Think about how bad you were?"
Amanda
composes herself. "Yes, sir. I try to, sir. But.. well, but, it... It
hurts a lot." She gulps. "Like he did when I hit him. Less than he did."
"I suppose I could get my cock in real deep so you can pee, then come in your mouth later."
"Yes, yes, that would be fine!" says Amanda.
"But
I see your collar here says you're fertile. You surely want to have a
baby. Coming in your mouth wouldn't help make a baby now, would it?"
"No, no, it wouldn't. I... I just want it inside so much... Then you can handle the ejaculation part."
The zookeeper smiles. "OK, if you want to get fucked so much, get fuckable already."
Amanda quickly lays herself out on her back, legs spread wide.
The
zookeeper gets into position and slides his cock into Amanda an inch.
Two cameramen approach to get close-ups, one from each side. "Ah,
that's nice. Nice pussy. I could just go back and forth like this and
come. Little tiny strokes. What would you think of that? Could make you
pregnant that way."
"If... If that's what you want, then... I deserve to be punished." She starts crying softly.
"You've got a full bladder, I guess. Let's see. Where's that..." He puts his hand right above her pubic bone and presses.
"Owwww!" howls Amanda.
"Well,
OK, dear, let's see what we can do for you. A deep fuck into your pussy
is tempting." He holds himself up a bit in preparation for the expert
bit of maneuvering to come. "Ready?"
"Ready," says Amanda.
"Really ready?"
"Really ready," said Amanda, biting her lip.
The
zookeeper surges his penis in deep and hard and holds it for a second.
Then he feels something shift inside her and quickly lifts his cock out
a couple inches so the cameras can catch it all. Urine surges out of
Amanda in a visible fountain, gushing against the zookeeper's pubic
hair, wetting everything, and rapidly soaking the sheet below. The
zookeeper feels it as warm and very wet.
"Aahhhh, oh God, thank you so much!" murmurs Amanda as the stream keeps going.
"What a disgusting girl. You're wetting the bed all to hell, and feeling good about it!"
"I'm sorry, I'm... I'm... a very bad girl." She lies back, spent.
"Look at me while I fuck you," he commands. "Despite this disgusting mess, I'm still gonna try to make you pregnant."
"Yes,
please do!" she says, eyes glazed but trying to be excited for him.
"Fuck me hard and ejaculate to make me pregnant!" she says.
He fucks in and out, urine-sopping pubic hair mats mashing together.
"Disgusting girl... not even toilet-trained... pisses the bed..." He pumps faster and faster.
"Oh, come in me! Make a very bad girl pregnant!"
"Almost,
almost, you bed-wetter... Aaahhhh!" says the zookeeper, giving a good
long sigh of satisfaction for the benefit of spectators and camera.
When he withdraws he gets up unsteadily. Surveying the sodden sheet, he finds a dry corner and sits.
"Oh,
let me clean you up!" says Amanda, rising and going to the sink. She
soaks one towel in warm water from the tap, and brings it over to wipe
down his exposed privates and his legs. Another wet towel gets the last
traces, and then a dry one makes him all better.
He stands and
stretches, with an air of total satisfaction, and then stands to the
side to watch Amanda clean herself up. She re-uses the towels she's
used on the zookeeper on herself, then some others. She lifts the
sodden sheet for all to see just how badly soaked it is, and brings it
to the deep sink. She returns to clean the plastic mattress and the
places where the pee has gone onto the polished rock floor, including
her footsteps.
The zookeeper leaves the cage at that point,
sighing once more to make his satisfaction clear to the cameras. Most
of the audience drifts away, but the cameramen continue to catch the
scene as she washes the sheet by hand in the sink and hangs it out to
dry, then does the same with the towels. She gives a sigh as she makes
sure everything is done, the bed remade with a fresh, dry sheet, no
hint of urine anywhere. She pours herself a glass of water, looked at
it with mixed feelings, then drinks it. She lies on the bed, front to
the few remaining men, and falls asleep.
Four-point
restraints do not suit Anne. Word gets around that it was the threat of
goobers that made her snap before. She attracts men who love to spit
mucus onto her, especially her face. Some like to shove snot into her
pussy, or to decorate their stiff cocks with it before they plunge in.
She
can't stop herself from thrashing her head from side to side and
swearing at the men who spit and fuck. She even does her best to spit
back.
Anne is a very bad girl.
With her head immobilized,
Anne starts more to resemble a hunk of flesh than a girl. And so she is
in turn treated as a hunk of flesh.
She can be fitted with
electrodes. Some men push the button and love to hear her scream as
they reach their ecstasy in her vagina. Some love to see her skin
abraded by coarse sandpaper to the point that blood wells up in
pinpricks, then abraded more until they are more than pinpricks. Some
like to rub salt and vinegar into such wounds.
Small cuts can be made, and interested men can drink her blood as they fuck.
But Anne must be preserved. She cannot be harmed in ways that leave her permanently diminished.
She
has also passed the point of rehabilitation. Even in 4-point
restraints, with her head free, a girl can show by consistent good
behavior over a length of time that she has been rehabilitated. Anne
has no leeway left with which to demonstrate improvement.
Nancy
is one of the very worst girls there ever was. A man had done the favor
of trying to fuck her pregnant. He was pretty drunk. After he passed
out, she tied each of his limbs to one of the four bedposts and set to
work. She stabbed his stomach, chest, arms, and legs -- not too deeply
in any one place. She told the police with evident satisfaction how he
had cried like a baby and begged for mercy. Then she went to work
slicing off both nipples from his little guy boobs, then set to work
mutilating his balls with the knife, eventually freeing each bloody
blob from his body and stuffing it in his mouth, though he spit them
out. She then attacked his penis, cutting it off slice by slice, and
stuffing them into his mouth one by one, forcing it in with the knife
when he dared to close his mouth. She carved her initials in his chest.
The
sheets were a bloody mess, but he didn't pass out. He just kept crying
and begging for mercy. She conveniently had to take a crap, and to
escape her threat of more knife pain he held his mouth open to accept
her fecal deposit. He gagged and vomited.
The blood kept seeping
out of various places, but not that fast. Growing bored, she forced the
knife hard up his ass, then again and once more. The blood came out
faster then. He passed out but she revived him with a slash on a foot,
then again slashing a hand. Finally slashes couldn't rouse him. He died.
She
took a relaxing hot shower, then shut the door on the mess in the
bedroom and slept on the sofa. She missed work the next day, and when
her first gentleman caller came for her at the start of her available
period the next day, she lay back to take it on the sofa. But just as
he was preparing to slide his dick in, she pulled the knife out from
under the sofa and started stabbing madly. The man was cut but managed
to break free. The police arrived in short order and Nancy was taken
into custody. In the old days she might have gotten 20 years for such a
crime, 20 years of initially stressful but eventually dull time in a
women's penitentiary. Or perhaps a mere 10 years in a mental hospital.
Since the men's revolution, things would be different. Very different.
Initially
she was put naked in stocks where enraged men could punch her, spit on
her, and fuck her if they so desired. Guards kept close watch to make
sure she wasn't permanently injured.
Then a surprising
complication arose. Her victim had actually managed with the last
orgasm of his life to impregnate her. Nancy could be harassed and
degraded and tortured in mild ways, but the baby had to be protected.
After she gave birth, she was allowed to nurse the little girl for a
couple weeks before they took her away for good. Nancy cried and cried
while the baby went off to a good home.
And then Nancy's true punishment begins.
Clever
scientists have devised a chemical that is usually benign but turns
into a highly irritating agent when combined with semen. Nancy's vagina
is seeded with a large dollop of the stuff. Protected by a condom --
albeit one with a hole in the end -- sadists get to fuck her and
fulfill a lifetime dream by feeling their ejaculation cause her to
erupt in agony.
No one goes near Nancy except when she is in 4-point restraints.
Enterprising
sadists get to fuck her while razor blades are mounted above her
shoulders. Nancy might strain as far down on the bed as she can, but
the force of their penetrations pushes her torso up on the bed. They
are stronger than she, and they get the satisfaction of seeing blood
well up from her shoulders as they get it in really deep.
The guys with poop fetishes can humiliate Nancy in just the ways they liked best. She gets a lot of it in her mouth.
Incisions are made. Men get to lap up her blood as they fuck her. For all these purposes Nancy is a renewable resource.
But she can also be exploited as a nonrenewable resource.
While
keeping her left arm intact, work begins slowly on demolishing her
right arm. Fingernails are pulled out very slowly, one by one. A lucky
man gets to ejaculate in her pussy at the instant each is ripped free.
Each finger is pared down in a series of separate episodes. Each new
quarter of an inch brings forth agonized screams from Nancy. The stump
can be left to heal while another digit is pared down. Like rotating
crops.
A very common fetish is the foot fetish. A rarer one is
the foot pain fetish. Nancy's right foot also begins disappearing, one
delicious slice at a time.
The planning for Nancy's eventual
demise is a subject of much debate. She can only die once, and there
are a delicious array of possibilities.
Eventually they decide
on a constricting collar that is filled by a pump worked by the action
of fucking Nancy. Many times she is sent into unconsciousness this way,
but each time observers release the constriction in time for her to
recover.
But finally, of course, she has to die. And one very
lucky man gets to fuck her on that day and constrict her airway while
others puncture her skin in various places or pare down her stumps a
bit more.
When she is irretrievably on her way to death but not
quite there, a few men get to fuck her in 10-second quickies. And when
she is actually dead, a stream of necrophiliacs have their go at her.
All is recorded for replay thousands of times for those who love such
things.
Nancy and her demise are of great interest to men with a
commitment to very dark fetishes. There are comparatively few such men,
but then there are very few women who are quite as bad as Nancy. It
balances out.