Posted by Ay-Wun on October 27, 2006 at 17:17:03:
I hide behind a drapery that covers the emergency exit. Upon the stage a petite blonde girl is being brutally raped by four strong men. She had, at first tried to resist, that's how I know it's rape. Now she lies there accepting every vile thing they do to her. Wetness streams down my legs as I watch. It is all so horrible, how can I be so turned on like this? How can these dreadful things arouse me so?
My name is Marga, I learned of this a week ago. I'd gone to see a movie, it was so bad I fell asleep. I awoke to noises. In the front rows of the theater a small audience had gathered to watch a show on stage. The movie screen was covered by curtains. I had been seated off to one side, and near the back, and had slumped over the seat beside me, so I wasn't seen when their show began. At that time, a tall beautiful brunette was tied to an 'X' frame being savagely lashed by a bull whip. I didn't want to be noticed, so I crept on hands and knees to my present hiding place.
I was appalled when I saw a man, from how they addressed him he seemed to be the brunette's husband, wheeling a hibachi on stage.
"Dave, why are you doing this to me?!" she screamed as he came into her view.
"It's what I've intended all along." he chuckled, bringing the hibachi near her feet. The man with the whip now clapped a ball gag into her mouth before she could say anything more. Lifting her feet from the floor, he pressed them onto the hibachi clamping them with a bar below her ankles.
I could just barely hear her muffled screams over the sizzling sound of her feet cooking. The aromas that finally reached me smelled truely delicious. She must have passed out for she made no sound as first one, then the other shapely foot was severed at the ankle, the spurting blood was caught by a large stainless basin. Loose now, the feet were turned to cook the other side, as the beautiful wife bled her life away. After awhile, it seemed, the feet were cooked, taken off, and put onto a large platter. The whip man directed two stage hands to put the now bloodless corpse into the freezer 'with the others.'
The two men now sat up to a table where the platter had been placed, and began dining upon those feet, tossing toes out into the audience. When all had been consumed, they wiped their mouths with napkins as the husband, Dave said,
"I'll pick Jill up on Tuesday for the party, you, of course are invited."
Shaking hands he left to the back of the stage, as whip told the audience,
"I hope to see you all tomorrow night, after the last movie showing, as usual."
I waited until everyone was gone, and as the lights went out crept as quietly as possible out that emergency exit. I ran to my car with slick stuff just flowing down my legs, then sat massaging my slit until I came. As drove home, the scenes kept replaying in my mind.
"What should I do?" I thought, "What should I do?"
I went back again the next night.
I slipped behind the curtain before the movie was over and waited. A half hour later I heard noises and peeked out to see about forty people, mostly attractive couples, but more women than men, coming down the far aisle, and filling the front rows. Almost as soon as they were seated, a fanfare came from the speakers and the curtain opened. The Emcee (Whip)stepped forward.
"Ladies and gentlemen, welcome, will Bill please bring Cindy up on stage?"
"Billy, I thought you said we were gonna see a show, not be in one." said a really cute blonde girl, as a man took her hand leading her on stage.
"It's ok honey, just a little exhibition of your submission." said the man reassuringly.
She was led to center stage where the Emcee stood, and turned to face the audience.
"All right Cindy display!" ordered the man who I guess was Bill.
To another fanfare from the speakers, Cindy threw off her long blue cape to show she wore nothing else except a dog choke chain and six inch black stiletto heels. With a tentative smile on her face she slowly turned all the way around revealing a leash attached to the choker.
"Second position!" said Bill.
Swiftly but gracefully she knelt with toes pointing back, arms behind her back, and head down. Bill now snapped a pair of handcuffs on her wrists. Stage hands wheeled in a brazier of hot coals with wooden handled irons heating in the coals. Bill and the Emcee took one red hot iron each and quickly touched them to her breasts. Cindy screamed and screamed then shouted,
"Alpha! Alpha! Alpha!" they kept branding her in other places, "Alpha, that's my safe word Billy, too much!! Alpha!"
But they paid no attention to her. While this was going on, one of the stage hands held her in place, while the other tied her leash to a cable that had dropped down from the top of the stage.
"Alpha!! Billy Alpha!!" Cindy screamed, as he and the Emcee stepped back to admire the initials they had branded on her shoulders.
The Emcee raised his arm pointing straight up, and the room became silent except for Cindy's sobbing. Then he brought it down suddenly. Out of the speakers blared "Ride of the Valkyries" as Cindy was hoisted by her neck halfway to the top of the stage.
Her screams and sobbing were suddenly cut short as she tried to gasp for air and squirmed and writhed about. Taken totally by surprise, she couldn't last long, and suddenly went limp, spewing the contents of her bladder down upon Bill and the Emcee, who scrambled to get clear as the audience applauded. As the body was lowered and taken, at the Emcee's order to that freezer, Bill was apparently paid for Cindy, as the audience filed out.
The next night, Bill brought in a lovely girl with short brown hair who was suspended nude, apparently willingly, by her ankles with her wrists fixed at her sides by a chain about her waist. Here she was savagely lashed with that same whip by Bill and the Emcee. She seemed to sigh in relief as the men put the whips down, but at that moment from behind with one swift stroke of a saber, her head fell to floor with an astonished look on her face as blood spewed from her neck.
Night after night this went on, a different perverted horror every night and I was doubly horrified at my super aroused feelings at each atrocity. This had been, without a doubt, the most regularly turned on period of my life, and without even having a sexual partner. And back, I kept going though each night I vowed I wouldn't.
Last night seemed a culmination, as the audience filed in, delicious aromas, like that first night only more so, began to fill the theater, and before any of them could take a seat, the curtains were opened revealing linen covered tables with chairs filling most of the stage, while in the center a fully roasted woman turned over the glowing rods of a portable electric barbecue.
My mouth watered as everyone was invited on stage for a feast. I so wanted to join that group as they dined on that wonderful smelling roast, but dared not. This too aroused me, and had it not been for the sanitary napkin I'd begun wearing, I'd have been soaked to my shoes. My stomach rumbled with hunger for what was being served on stage, most certainly one of those I'd seen so brutally slain, as my pussy lubed and ached for lack of attention.
After everyone left, instead of leaving at once, I crept up to the stage and grabbed the few scraps of meat I could find, wolfing the luscious things down as I fled once more.
Now, from behind my curtain, I watched as a guillotine was brought out, and the poor dazed blonde who had been so savagely used in all three holes, over and over was strapped down, her neck clampped in the lunette. A drum roll from the speakers and as the Emcee dropped his arm, down came the blade, and off came her head, and out spurted her life's blood.
Tightly I closed my eyes to block out that scene of horror. Then, when I opened them again, I was nearly blinded by aspotlight and, even more shocked to see the finger of the Emcee pointing directly at me as he shouted,
"NEXT!!"
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