Showtime

Beatrice was getting bored. They'd been chatting away with Mr. and Mrs. Robinson for almost two hours now. She knew that they were important to Bob, and she didn't want to disappoint her husband, but she just couldn't take any more. 'Hmm, excuse me. I'm just going to step outside for a breath of air. I'll be right back' she said, interrupting a discussion on racehorses, between Bob and Mr. Robinson. 'Sure,love' Bob said, without looking at her. He seemed so engulfed in the debate that he hardly noticed her leave.

She walked out of restaurant, where they'd taken the Robinsons two hours earlier. It was a seafood restaurant, not far from the harbour. The wind was blowing in from the west, carrying the freshness of the sea with it. As she started towards the harbour, she took a shortcut down a narrow alley between two large storage houses. Just as she was half way down the alley, she heard footsteps behind her. She didn't turn around. Suddenly another person stepped around the corner of the alley, in front of her. He was carrying a flashlight, and aimed it right at her face. She held up her hand to shield her eyes, but still she was unable to make out the approaching figure in front of her. 'Hey, you think she'll do, John?' a voice said right behind her. She turned around fast, her heart suddenly pounding in her chest, and stared into another flashlight. In front of the flashlight, an extended hand held a gun aimed right at her face. 'Yea, I think she'll do just fine...'

Bob was beginning to worry. Bea had been gone for almost half an hour, and the Robinsons were getting ready to leave. He followed them to their car, apologised for his wife, and shook their hands goodbye. As their car disappeared down the street, Bob's eyes were already scanning the area looking for clues of Bea. He'd expected her to be gone for ten minutes.Maximum. He uttered a low curse, and started down the street towards the harbour.

When he'd walked for about fifteen minutes, he realised he was lost. He'd wandered into an area of warehouses, all looking like each other, and the allies too dark and narrow to offer any visible directions. As he rounded a corner, he saw tiny rays of light spilling onto the street, between the small cracks of the boarded up windows of a warehouse. The door stood open, and he could see a dark shape standing in the dark doorway. He headed towards it. 'You there, could you tell me where I am?' he asked, as he approached the figure.'What ya' looking for, a harsh voice replied. 'I was just looking for my wife, and kind'a lost my way. Did you see her come by here?' 'Your name's Bob eh?' He nodded 'She's inside then. Just step in, I guess it's a freebie for you' the harsh voice said, and gave way to a gurgling laugh. 'What's going..' Bob started. The laughter abruptly stopped, and the harsh voice snapped 'You want to get in or no?' 'OK, sure' Bob said and stepped into the darkened doorway. A little down a narrow hall, he saw a dim light outline a half-closed doorway. 'yea, just through there' the voice behind him confirmed.

He stepped through the door, and found himself in a large storage hall. The only light in the room came from four cups of burning oil, set on stakes surrounding a small stage in the center on the room. On the stage stood a simple wooden bench. Around the stage, he could see the dark shapes of men and women sitting on fold-out chairs, staring towards the stage. Bob sat down, confused, but not wanting to break the tense silence in the room. He heard the door being locked behind him, and saw the large man from the doorway take a seat besides him. 'You're going to enjoy this' he said 'but don't make trouble OK'. Bob saw one of the lamps flash in a metal object the man held in his hands. A gun.

Suddenly the silence in the room was broken by a loud cheer from the crowd, as a young blond girl, wearing only a tight latex bikini, stepped onto the stage. Bobs eyes left the gun and fixed on they beautiful creature. She was tanned, her skin smooth, her lips painted red and black. Hardly more then 20. She held a microphone, and when she spoke the sound boomed at the audience from some unseen loudspeakers. 'Welcome friends' she said 'Tonight we got a special show for you, so just get comfortable in those chairs, and enjoy. Your hosts tonight is Sara, as usual. Tonight's special guest is Beatrice, whom we just picked up outside about an hour ago. She has no idea what is going to happen. She'll be blindfolded when she steps onto the stage, so please keep quiet, until we remove it. After that, well just knock yourself out! And now...SHOWTIME!'

Two other, similarly dressed, and similarly beautiful, young girls walked towards the stage, dragging a fully clothed woman between them. Only when they stepped onto the illuminated stage did Bob realise that it was Beatrice. She was blindfolded and had a ball-gag, with a mounted dildo, in her mouth. He wanted to cry out to her, but he felt the tip of the gun press gently against his ribs. So he kept silent, as the rest of the crowd.

Two of the girls began tying Bea to the bench on the stage. A rope around her neck held down her head, her hands tied behind her back were fastened to the bench, and so were her legs. An older woman, wearing only a bra and a short skirt, stepped onto the stage. She gave the three young girls a knife each, and commanded 'Strip her naked'. 'Yes Sara' the young girls said, as if in one voice. One of the girls cut open her shirt, exposing her breasts, while another cut away her skirt, and pulled her legs apart. Then she applied the knife to Bea's panties. 'This girl is horny' she grinned to the older woman, as Bea's pussy were exposed to the crowd. her lips were hard, juice flowing from her open cunt. 'Good. Why don't you lick her then' the older girl suggested. The young blonde obeyed. The other two began suckling Bea's breasts. Excited moans escaped through the gag.

Bob felt his dick grow hard, as he watched his wife being 'serviced' by the three beautiful girls. He could see the other people in the room writhing in their seats, as they were turned on by the show. The men unzipped, drawing forth their pumping erections, and the women pulled up their skirts, or drew down their pants. Some of them began rubbing themselves, while other took dildos from their purses. The men jerked off.
The girls on the stage sensed their excitement, and intensified their 'treatment', Bea moaning louder and louder. Sara walked over to Beatrice, standing with a leg on each side of hr head. She lifted up her skirt, exposing her naked pussy. A few drops of juice dripped onto Bea's face. Sara pulled off Bea's blindfold. She immediately tried to look around her, but Sara took hold of the dildo mounted on the gag, so she couldn't turn her head. Sara slowly lowered her pussy onto the dildo, as juice flowed from her pussy and into Bea's mouth. Soon Sara had her buttocks pressed against Bea' face, her pussy rubbing against her lips, her ass covering her face.'Hmm, nice' Sara moaned, as she began jumping up and down on Bea's face, allowing her a breath between each thrust.

The men and woman around Bob were also moaning loudly. Some of them touched each other, some of the women knelt in front of the men, sucking on their erections. 'Shall we see how this horny slut reacts to a little pain?' Sara yelled to the audience. A wild cheer went up from the crowd. Again Bob felt the gun press against his ribs. The two girls on the stage who suckled Bea's breasts ceased their tender caresses, and took forth the knives they'd used earlier on. The girl between her legs kept sucking her pussy.'Hey Beatrice, we are going to torture you for a while' one of the girls grinned, and slowly pushed her knife against Bea's left breast. The skin yielded, and a streak of blood flowed down between her breasts, over her stomach, and onto the floor. A shriek escaped from Bea, but it was cut short, as Sara pressed her pussy down on her face. 'Now, don't scream, you little slut. We are going to take care of you, right' she said, and grinned to the other girl.'Yea, very good care' the girl on Bea's right side replied, and began pushing her knife through the right breast. Soon both of Bea's breasts were pierced by the knives.

Bob watched the show, head Bea moan with a mixture of pain and joy, as the girls tortured her, sucked her, face-fucked her. He wanted to stop it, but he also enjoyed the show. Oh, fuck, it made him horny, watching his wife getting it like that. 'Nice bitch you've got there' the brute at his side said 'How long do you think, until they kill her?' 'Kill her?' Bob said. On the stage the girls had pulled the knives from Bea's breasts, and were now working their way down the sides of her body, cutting gashes with every three or so inch. Blood flowed from her rent body, forming a deep red pool on the stage, as she moaned and cried at the same time.Sara's moans grew louder, her body moving up and down faster and faster, her full breasts jumping up and down below her shirt. Suddenly she ripped it apart, and threw the rags off the stage. She began touching her breasts as her moans grew into screams. 'Now!' she yelled.

The girl who sat between Bea's legs removed her face from Bea's pussy. She went over to the opposite side of the stage, and picked up something that had been hidden below the stage. At first it looked as a large club, the Bob realised that it was a sword still in the sheath.'Kill her, impale her, now! Sara screamed. The girl pulled out the sword, and showed it up Bea's pussy. The thought that he should stop her slipped through Bob's mind, but he yielded to his lust. Instead of trying to saver her, he pulled his dick from his pants, and began jerking off, just like all the other.

The girl pushed the sword about five inches into Beatrice, before she met resistance. She still pushed, the blade sliding slowly into Bea as it cut into her internal organs. A spray of blood gushed from her pussy, adding to the already large pool on the floor. 'Slam it home, kill her damn it!' Sara yelled as orgasm rippled through her. Her scream grew louder, almost animalistic, as she rubbed her pussy against the dying woman's face, feeling the dildo thrusting inside her. The people around the stage were also screaming in orgasm, their wild wails mingling into a cacophony of lust and joy. Bob came as he watched her wife loosing control of her body, the muscles pulling tight in cramp, her body arching from the bench, the sword cutting her even worse inside her. Then her body fell limb onto the bench, blood streaming from her pussy, and the many wounds on her body, draining away her life. Sara's scream slowly subsided, as she continued to rub herself against Bea's dead face.The young girls sat on the floor in the pool of blood, rubbing themselves wildly. The last of the crowd cried out in orgasm, before the room again fell silent.

'Guess it's over now' the brute besides Bob said, as people got dressed, and gathered up their tools. 'Just stay right here'. People began walking by Bob, as they left the building. For a while Bob lost sight of the stage. When crowd had left, all that remained on the stage was the dead body of her wife laying on the bench. 'How do you say we go fuck her dead body while it's still warm?' the guy with the gun said. 'Then we'll just dump her in the harbour'. Bob was still horny, and he felt another erection growing in his hands. 'Yes, why not?' he said, and started towards the stage.