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 No.5564

It was just too good to last. Polaris is no more.

http://www.asstr.org/~Polaris/

If anyone has a collection of stories from the site, this would be the best place to dump them.

For those who don't know, Polaris was a master of the dark and twisted. Many of his stories, and the stories that he hosted, featured dark and brutal scenes of torture, often on children, sometimes even infants. He also had a penchant for scat, WS, abortion, incest, rape, and pretty much everything else you could think of.

Also ITT, discuss Polaris and his stories, and the stories he hosted. Truly a unique man with a unique talent.

Feel free to move this to /dis/ if it fits better there.

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 No.5579

what happened? i have been friends with polaris for a good 15 years over im and email, is he ok?

 No.5605

Please say someone has a link or copy of Fallen Angels part 3 & 4! It was my absolute favorite and I can't find it anywhere!

 No.5607

Eh, I wouldn't know much, since I can't use the advance search on ASSTR anymore. The advance search was what helped me finding fics within a time range easily.

No advanced search, no me frequenting ASSTR.

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 No.5628

I'm sure Polaris is, like Dante, still around, but not by that name. He had the good grace to safely archive his site, so that the remarkable stories of his and others are still available.

 No.5634

>>5607

Why the hell doesnt that work anymore

 No.5639

>>5634

No idea. Coding/html problems? Glitches in the programming? Nobody bothers to contact them, so they don't know?

 No.5733

Fallen Angels, Rising Stars 4: Superfluous Sadist Carmelita
by Polaris


Megan and Jenna awoke with their faces buried between each others' legs, a sleep position not uncommon for them. The latter sister strolled over to the bedroom door, unlocked it, and opened it just a crack so that she could peek through. Their gullible mother never questioned why the girls kept their door locked so often. She figured it was just a "teenagers want their privacy" thing, and left it at that.
After confirming that her mother had already left for the day, Megan grabbed the box with several Calico kittens, which had arrived in the middle of the night, while her sibling snatched the video camera. The two excited and shamelessly-naked sisters then burst out of their room and ran down the hallway. They had a long day planned for those little critters.
Jenna hit the record button on the camcorder, and then rushed to be next to her sister in front of the mirroring lens. The two horny siblings embraced each other and spent the first several minutes kissing and moaning and feeling each other up in front of the camera.
"Hi everyone," Megan began. "We have some kittens with us today. And they aren't strays either," Jenna added with a grin. She then picked up the camcorder and aimed it towards the box of fluffy kittens. "Fuck, I was going crazy all night just waiting to kill them!"
Megan aimed the front of the camcorder directly towards her face. "And I just want something to say to any viewers out there who disapprove. I know that kittens have beating hearts. I know they feel pain, just like my sister and I do. There's nothing misconstrued here. We're doing this because we love it. We love to hurt and kill animals. Each of these kitties are going to die, just so our little dumb slits can barf up some cunt juice." Megan ended, with a mischievous smile.
Megan bent down to pick up the kitten closest to her, and then snuggled it next to her cheek. "I know how much you love this pussy," she continued, as Jenna then aimed the lens down towards her bare crotch, "but who in their right mind could say 'no' to this pussy?". Megan then reached out to bring the camera back with her face. "I know I sure wouldn't dare!"
The two sisters snickered at Megan's joke as she pried her pussylips open with her fingers. The eldest girl then turned her attention back towards the kitten in her free hand. "Well hey there, cutie. I bet your pretty scared that you can't find your mommy anywhere, huh? Well, I've got some bad news for you. You're not gonna be seeing her ever again!" the girl said in a mocking fashion.
Megan set the box down and got into position while her sibling fetched a fresh roll of transparent, industrial strength masking tape. Jenna then knelt down behind her, fired up the camcorder and opened with a tight shot of her sister's throbbing butthole. After a few moments, Jenna turned the camera towards her face, flashed a quick grin, and then set it on the floor, where it would continue recording the action.
Jenna grabbed the first kitten and planted it, face down, into Megan's asscrack. She kneaded her sister's cheeks for a few moments and then fiendishly pushed them inward, delighting herself with a loud screech from the kitten. She repeated this action over and over, with Megan also doing her part by clenching her glutes as hard as she could. It was a feeling of pure bliss each time her cheeks pressed inward to crush the helpless animal. When she was finally satisfied with the amount of fun brought by that activity, Jenna picked up the roll of tape. Starting with the left asscheek, she then stuck the tape to her sister's flesh and wrapped it around her hips about 2.5 times, making sure it overlapped precisely each time it went around. Megan then stood up to verify that the furball was now securely trapped between the tape and her anus. Every last one of the kitten's claws had been ripped out by the girls the night before, leaving Megan with a sole feeling of domination, both comfortable and exhilarating.
Jenna took a moment to admire her handiwork, and then gave her sister a playful, but hard kick in the ass, to torment the animal further.
"AH-hahaa!" Megan cried out in surprise.
Jenna laughed and said, "Ok, do me next."
Megan picked up the tape roll and stood with her feet far apart, while Megan removed the second kitten from the box and held it against her sister's cunt; it's body length perpendicular to the slit. Jenna then stretched the tape out as far as her arms could do so, and then handed the roll to Megan, who used her free hand to carefully guide it between the naked thighs before her, so that her sister could seize it once again.
"Ok, go for it," Megan verbally signaled, as she was now holding the kitten in place by the back of it's head and hind feet. Jenna tightly yanked both ends of the tape strand upward, pulling the kitten firmly against her crotch. Megan then stood back up and fastened the ends of the tape over Jenna's shoulder. The two sisters then repeated with the other shoulder, after which Jenna had two transparent tape "suspenders" stretching down over her nipples and to her crotch. Megan put a couple more strips over the seams just to be safe, and then returned the aforementioned favor by giving her sibling a swift cunt-punt. And with that, Megan and Jenna were ready to commence another day of filming.
***
With the felines all butchered, Jenna had once again turned in for the night while her sister uploaded the fresh footage.
“Again, you have failed to disappoint us, Miss Megan. Time and time again.... I dare say that you have earned a promotion. What would you say to a personal visit to our main operation, here?”
Megan lit up. “Wow, are you serious? What all would I get to see?”
Megan had continued to keep in close touch with the woman from the underground website. Despite her sister being just as tech-savvy – if not more so - , she had still managed to keep her in the dark about it, as had been requested of her.
“That would spoil the fun if I told you, but I will say that our founder is very interested in meeting you. If you accept, when the next carrier arrives, we will instruct them to pick you up, however, you will be responsible for your own alibi.”
Grinning ear to ear, Megan thought for a second, and then typed “I think I can take care of that.”
“Wonderful. Oh, and one more thing. We have an ulterior motive for inviting you here, and would like to discuss something with you. Something that could prove to be very beneficial for you in the future.”
“No sweat, I got this. Mum's the word...”
* * *
Megan arrived at the entrance of, what appeared to be from the exterior, a large abandoned factory, about 20 days after the arrangement had been made. Her stay would only be for an afternoon, and to her relief, Jenna had been able to cover for her.
“There's this guy who says that he has eighteen dogs and puppies that he'll unload on us, but he says that I have to go and pick them up in person...” Megan “explained”.
“Holy shit! That's too good to pass up!” her sister replied.
“Yeah, but I'm gonna need you to stay here and cover for me! If mom and dad ask where I am, just tell them I'm at one of the malls shopping. I'll keep my cell on if they have to talk to me.”
“You got it! Hurry back! Ooo, I can't wait until all the little fuckers are here!” Jenna squealed.
The carrier unlocked a padlock on the large steel outside doors and both he and Megan stepped inside, The two then waited as the man unlocked a second set of doors in the foyer, this time via a complicated code. After clearing this second security measure, he then took his leave of the sixteen year old, instructing her to wait. Megan stayed where she was, at the start of what was a relatively dim hallway, for several minutes, when she began hearing the sound of approaching footsteps.
As they got closer, Megan could see that the person was a twenty-something woman with dark, shoulder-length hair, wearing a womens business suit and high heels. But there was something else going on with the with the way that she was walking. Megan zoomed in on the woman's feet for a few seconds, before her eyes grew wide. Around each of the woman's upper ankles were two tightly fitted loops attached to leashes which extended very shortly to the necks of two dogs, each looking to be about one-year-old. Keeping up with the woman's fast pace would have been tricky even if they were in great health, but the eight little feet divided between the two canines had been mutilated down into bloody stumps; and thrust two inches up into these meaty stumps were sharp pins, each at the base of which, was a pressure-sensitive button which shot painful electric shocks up into the pins whenever the dogs put even a modest amount of their weight down on them. Nevertheless, the choking pups had to continually try to get onto their stumps to relieve the strangling caused from being drug on the ground, creating a perpetual cycle of agony. Despite this, the woman's powerful legs walked as if this weight was not even there, making it apparent to Megan that she must have practiced for some time to be able to pull off such a feat.
Carrying herself without a milligram of compassion for the two animals and their suffering, the woman wore a pleasant smile on her face all the way down, until she stood before the teenager.
“Hello, Megan! I'm Veronica, the person who has been communicating with you all this time,” the woman said as she extended her hand for the young girl to shake.
“Hi,” Megan responded, very impressed with the woman's blend of confidence and cruelty.
“As I've told you before, this is our main base of operations, where it all began. Of course, we were much smaller years ago, but the support we've received from volunteer performers like yourself has really been a boon to our expansion!”
Megan nodded slightly, trying hard to keep eye contact with the woman, but found it very difficult not to divert her gaze down to the two little doggies, still whimpering, whining and struggling to breathe as they unintentionally shocked themselves with confused panic.
“Oh, by all means, give one of the little guys a kick! Heh, where are my manners?” Veronica said, as if that had been the first thing that could have possibly been considered an “offense” since making her entrance. “If I may, I'd suggest this one. We just boiled her parents alive about a half hour ago and forced her to watch, so I'd enjoy seeing a few more rays of sunshine plucked from the day that she's having!”
“Ooohh, I'm so sorry to hear that,” Megan said with dubious sincerity as she squatted next to said victim. The teenager then flipped her pants and panties down enough so that her entire ass was exposed, and then worked her index finger into her asshole up to the knuckle. Having been deprived of any restroom access for hours during her travel, she then dug a clump of the built-up shit out of her anus and quickly jammed it down the dog's throat. As it choked further, she then reached for its front left leg and bit down onto it as hard as she could. It was an impulsive move done willfully, but she also hoped that it would make a good impression towards Veronica.
And that it did. The woman pressed her fingers against her vagina through her business skirt and clenched her thighs together slightly.
“Mmm, beautiful, Megan!” the woman cried out sensually. “I'm so grateful to the powers that be - whether an unfeeling god, the Devil herself, whoever it is, I really do not care – but I thank her everyday that she has allowed me to finally mingle with so many who think and feel as I do.”
“Well, hopefully I'll get to show some thanks of my own by sending some more of them to Hell soon,” Megan said with a grin; not angling for anything specific, but wanting to put that statement out there all the same.
“Oh, absolutely! It will be about 40 minutes before my boss will be able to meet with you, so we certainly have some time to kill. Just follow me. Oh, and please feel free to abuse my little “hitchhikers” however you see fit!”
“Even if it kills them?” the girl inquired with cautious optimism.
Finding the question to be cute, Veronica couldn't help but let out a hearty laugh. “Absolutely. It may sound crazy to hear, but I'm proud to say that we've acquired so many now that we're beginning to feel that we can't slaughter them fast enough!”
A thrilling chill traveled through the sixteen year old's body upon hearing that factual statement.
Megan walked closely behind the woman, kicking the two dogs as they went along. She was especially happy whenever the toe of her sneaker landed square into one of their assholes. As they proceeded down the halls, however, she also noticed many doors; each of them having an indicator light about the size of a silver dollar to the right of them. A good number of the closed ones had a red light, while green was the color for all that had open doors, displaying empty, unoccupied rooms. It was not until Veronica spotted a door with a yellow indicator light that the two finally stopped.
“Ah, here we are! How would you like to join in on a group killing session that's about to begin?”
“Uh....” Megan replied.
“Or we can keep going if you'd like to find something something more private...”
“No, no! It's just, wow... I can't fucking believe this! I'm so excited,” explained the girl.
It was true. Megan fared well enough in social situations, but knew deep down that the last type of people that she'd feel awkward around were the sadistic degenerates who shared her greatest passion.
“Excellent. There are three girls in here who are about to begin, and they all plan to do it naked. It is entirely up do you if you would like to be in that state yourself, or if you'd like your clothes left on. We do have top-rate washing machines installed here, of course, which – when our furry friends aren't taking an involuntary tumble in them - can get your clothes squeaky clean before you leave.”
“Oh, definitely! I've killed naked so many times now that doing it clothed would just feel weird,” Megan chuckled as she immodestly began to pull her T-shirt over her head. Once the girl had fully undressed, Veronica opened the door and the two stepped inside. As the woman had said, there stood three naked teenage girls, never having met each other prior to this day, but conversing as comfortably as if they were childhood friends. However, it was what stood in the center of the room that took Megan's breath away.
It was a male Palomino horse. All four of its legs had been tightly shackled to hold it into place, which prompted the trio of girls to giggle at it's futile attempts to break free.
“Hey, girls, I've brought one more. This is Megan. Is it ok if she joins in?”
The three girls immediately responded positively and supportively.
“Sure!”
“Yeah, the more the merrier!”
“Perfect! Alright Megan, I have other pressing business to attend to, but I will let my boss know that you'll be waiting inside this room, alright?”
“No problem,” the teen responded with a nod.
“Alright, go all out you horny little bitches,” Veronica said playfully, and stepped back into the doorway. Before proceeding further, however, she undid the leash of the more mortally-wounded of the two dogs from her ankle and lined its body up against the door frame. Just for fun, the woman then shut the door until the now strength-depleted pup was pinched between. Using her curvaceous ass and shoulders, Veronica pushed and lightly pounded her full body weight back against the door, over and over. The girls inside began cheering as they watched the force of her actions bust up the dog's body until it was fatally severed in two.
Gleefully, one of the girls, Tammi, ran over and retrieved the half that had been shut into the room; the dog's upper section. It took a bit of pulling to pry the guts and skin out from the crevice, but in the end she succeeded.
“I think “Benji” got a little owie!” she said with an evil smile. The girls all laughed and then turned their attention towards the main attraction.
"It's so helpless," Tianna, the second girl, laughed with glee.
"Look at that huge cock!" exclaimed Debi, the last. "I can't wait to get some of that cum all over me!"
A variety of tools and objects had been laid out for the girls to utilize. Megan and Tammi started off by taking long thin spikes and stabbed the horse's belly with them. A lovely spurt of blood shot out with each puncture. The duo then grabbed a handful each of salt and rubbed it into the fresh new holes.
"Awww, does that hurt you, horsie?" Debi said in a mocking tone as she made the “waterworks” gesture near her eye using her free hand.
Debi pissed all over the horse's penis to get it nice and slick. She then got under it and began jacking off the horse with both hands. The three remaining girls began yelling words of encouragement at her, but Debi felt that she was not making much progress.
"Help me out, guys!" Debi yelled to her companions.
Tammi and Megan moved behind the horse and at the same time, violently thrust their fists inside the horse's ass. The two then used their long, sharp fingernails to brutally scrape and torture the inner walls of the horse's anus. Meanwhile, Tianna moved to the front of the horse and began pestering it by slapping and punching it's face with her hands, causing it to go wild. It whinnied with fear and struggled pathetically against it's shackles.
Feeling that the horse was nearing climax, Debi reached over and grabbed a large, sharp diamond-knife from the ground. She then brought her hand back and forcefully sliced off the horse's cock; rewarding herself with a shower of blood and semen.
"Yes! Yes!! Fuck Yesss!!!!" Debi screamed.
Debi wrapped her lips around the bloody stump of what was still attached to the horse. After swallowing the last of its cum, she clamped her jaws down hard and bit the stump clean off. Hungrily, she then chewed it up and swallowed it down.
Megan was starting to feel twinges of humility, and even a little bit of competitiveness, with all that was going on around her, but most of all, simply remained swept up in the fun. She grabbed the twice discarded severed dog torso and, with the full strength of both of her arms, plowed the carcass into the equine's ass as deep as she possibly could.
Meanwhile, Tianna's bloodlust fueled to it's peak. She stripped off all of her clothes and grabbed the “king prize” from the table; a chainsaw. Megan and Tammi mutually began fingering each others' pussies while Tianna started the saw.
With pure, horny excitement, Tianna brought the whirring chainsaw down onto the horse's neck. Debi, Tammi and Megan immediately rushed to steady the teenage mounter from opposing sides as they listened to the horse's wonderful screams of pain and terror. Tianna pushed down with all of her strength as the chainsaw ripped through the animal's neck, and at long last, the head was severed, spraying her naked friends with what seemed like gallons of blood. The crimson-splattered girls all jerked their fingers in and out of their juicing cunts as the large twitching body collapsed to the ground.
Megan grabbed the horse's head and turned it upside down. She then began grinding her cunt hard down onto the bloody neck wound. The other three followed by slicing the dead horse's body open; rolling around in, and masturbating with it's organs and intestines.
* * *
When all obvious potential for fun had ceased, the three girls moved on to seek more live entertainment throughout the structure. Megan, however, waited inside the room as she had been instructed. She used the nearby shower to wash the blood from her body and had just finished putting her clothes back on when a knock came a the door.
“Come in...” Megan responded.
A different woman, closer to age forty, with dirty-blonde hair, entered the room. She was dressed unlike any person that Megan had ever seen before. Her attire was heavy, yet at the same time left her scantily clad. Clutching the tops of the woman's large, natural breasts were two complete canine ribcages, from what looked to have been harvested from two medium-sized dogs. The curvy bones traveled down the sides of each tit, with the fleshiness pushing itself through the spaces. And the tip of the spinal cord was complete with the neck and skulls of the two murdered dogs, each a different breed, though only the tops of their mouths were present, as their jaws had been removed to clearly show off the woman's nipples.
Around her collarbone was a necklace comprised entirely of severed dog penises, complimented by two earrings - each a dog testicle. Draped over her shoulders and back was a very large skin and fur coat, though it too was beyond compare. Rather than just hides, the coat had stitched together the faces and bodies of cats and dogs in countless perverse and disturbing configurations. Canine and feline faces had been sown on top of the underbellies of male dogs, whose embalmed and erect members skewered out of their empty eye sockets. Animal hindquarters had also been sewn down for a similar effect, with the animal penises protruding out through the anuses and vaginas above them.
Finally, at the sides of the woman's hips and down her thighs were the preserved skins of two more male dogs, attached in a vertical “upward” fashion. Aside from the removed bones and organs, their chest and abdomen had also been completely hollowed out, stopping at the base of the penis. It was these large holes that the sides of the woman's pelvis slid into, with her thigh penetrating through the body and out another hollowed out hole, where the anus once was. The most vital reason for this design choice was to keep the base of each penis as close to her crotch as possible, and close they were. The two dicks faced each other and came together up inside the woman's cunt; creating a satisfying dildo which efficiently fucked the woman with every step she took. Though only the lowest quarter of the canine cocks were visible to her, Megan could tell that they were two of the largest she had ever seen in her life, and realized that the woman must have gone through hundreds of “candidates” while selecting them. Lastly, the front legs of the two dogs had been fused to the others', stretching horizontally across the woman's navel and above her ass, for support. Directly above it, another horizontal “strap”; this time, a very elegant and expensive-looking leash which wrapped around the throats of the two dead dogs at each end so tightly that the necks looked like the center of an hourglass.
“Welcome, Megan. My name is Carmelita!” the woman greeted, speaking with an Italian accent. “I have heard, and of course, seen, many great things about you and your sister! The two of you share many traits with myself, and of course, many others who have become part of my small, but growing empire!”
Thanks, Megan said nervously, once again finding it near impossible to keep eye contact with the woman, due to her “clothing”.
“I've loved doing cruel things to animals ever since I was a young girl,” Carmelita continued. “We, as a species, start out so privileged already when we arrive on the planet, and yet we are capable of doing so much more; making the lives of creaturs who are less advantaged even more of a hellish nightmare!”
Megan could feel her clit getting hard and her pussy getting moist. It was exciting to hear words like that, direct and in person, from people other than her sister.
“I want my influence to spread like an infection. There is not a morning that I raise my head from the pillow where I don't crave the knowledge that there is cruelty being done to animals, and that I had a hand in making it happen! There are so many creatures on this earth, and every one of them is capable of suffering for our pleasure! The orgasms they give us may be fleeting, but thanks to their massive numbers, they are guaranteed to be never-ending!”
Megan again began tingling upon hearing these surreal words, put forth so refreshingly frank, but was able to respond in kind. In just a couple minutes this complete stranger had become a goddess in her eyes, both visually and oratorically. Carmelita moved behind the teenager and leaned in.
“I want to show you around. If at any point you get the urge to pleasure yourself or express yourself sexually, feel free to do so. It means a great deal to me to witness it!”
Without waiting for an opening, the woman then kissed Megan deeply in the mouth, while her fingers sensually slid down into the girl's panties.
“Come!”
The two females backtracked and then went down a corridor that was different than the one the teen had taken earlier until they reached an elevator, which they then took to a lower floor.
“Your outfit is the most beautiful thing I've ever seen! I love it so much,” Megan complimented sincerely.
“Grazie, my dear! I make a commitment only to do live fittings. My staff works to keep the animals conscious and breathing for as long as possible while they are being needled, stitched, sliced and fused. Sadly, my outfits only last a few days before they start to deteriorate, but I keep a well-stocked wardrobe, so it is of zero consequence. Granted, my staff could make the repairs quite easily, but prodigality is one of the greatest joys of extravagance, yes? Besides, the best part is creating the garments! I had a blast strangling the life out of these two boys!”
Megan again looked at the two dog heads at the woman's sides, their mouths each wide open in a painful expression, with their bloated tongues dangling out.
The elevator finally stopped, and the two exited to the left, not stopping until they hit a pair of double doors.
“This is the technological wing of my facility. Behind these doors is one of my proudest achievements!”
They entered. Sterile in appearance, there wasn't much to the room, save for two things; a wall with a large glass window, and another of Carmelita's “guests” - a naked girl about Megan's age – who was staring through it intensely.
“My apologies for the delay, Emiko!” the woman expressed.
“That's ok. For something like this, it's worth the wait!” the girl answered.
“Emiko has given me her consent to allow you to observe. Come, let's head over to the glass.”
Though the room they were in was dark, the one behind the glass was lit up quite brightly, and as they approached, Megan could see an animal directly behind it, raised on a white platform about 48 inches off the ground. It was a female English Foxhound puppy, tri-colored brown, black and white, restrained on its back by a round shackle coming up out from the platform around its neck, and a second larger one circling up and around it's belly.
“Whenever you are ready, my dear,” Carmelita said, licking her lips. She had seen the spectacle that was about to begin many times before, but was nevertheless as eager as the young Emiko, for whom it marked only time #2.
Megan watched as the woman retrieved a cluster of wires which protruded from a metal box right below the window, the end of one of them looking to be a small butt plug, and the rest medical electrodes. Carmelita guided the phallic shaped rod into Emiko's asshole. Megan's keen eye was quick to notice what appeared to be some sort of “sensor” on the shaft, which stopped at the precise point that the ring of her anus was located.
Next, the woman attached the many tiny electrodes to many different points along Emiko's labia manora and majora, as well as a little dome shaped one which sucked itself directly onto the teen's clitoris. Finally, Carmelita placed the last two directly onto Emiko's nipples, which rested on what were very well-developed breasts for the girl's age.
“You are all set! It will just take a moment or two, as before...” the woman stated.
Emiko simply stood with her hands at her sides, staring once more at the dog through the glass, though much more intensely than before.
“A woman whom I have had the pleasure of befriending helped to design this for me. Her corporation is ingenious when it comes to electronics, and we trade favors from time to time. I cannot thank her enough for it!” revealed Carmelita, as they waited.
Suddenly, Megan heard a noise; sort of a hum, as if something had just been activated. Then, only a second or two later, the sight of at least a dozen small robotic arms came to life, rising up from just below the window on the opposite side. The surprise made Megan jump, but for Emiko, it was akin to a god-like shudder.
At the end of each robotic arm was a different instrument or tool; there were blades, drill tips, powerful vice-like pinchers, flames, and even a number of designs that Megan couldn't even begin to associate with common devices. For a couple of minutes, the robotic tools simply hovered over and around the puppy, sometimes fast, other times slow, purely for the intent of multiplying its fear and distress.
Believing herself to have figured it all out, it was Megan who broke the silence.
“Oh, I see... Those wires are like a sex toy, and they vibrate on her tits and stuff while she watches what's going on! That's so cool!” Megan whispered.
“I'm afraid you are mistaken,” Carmelita corrected. “It is not impulses that are being transmitted through the wires, but information, and purely towards that beautiful machinery... I'm sure that you are familiar with the concept of “hand-eye” coordination. For many years I had pondered: why must it stop at hands? Surely, the most precious and power-giving parts of a woman's body have earned the right to partner with sight in such a fashion!”
“You mean that-?” Megan began, but was quickly cut off. At long last several of the robotic arms descended down onto their prey. The puppy screamed horrifically as the “heated rod” arm, at a temperature of over 300 degrees fahrenheit, pierced itself down into the animal's thigh, while at the very same time, one of the “blade” arms began sawing off two of the digital pads from one of its paws. Once these particular tools successfully backed away from their task, two other nozzle-like arms immediately began spraying a chemical onto the fresh wounds which, it was plain to see, increased the pain atrociously. By that time, however, the next set of mechanical manipulatees had already moved in. One of them, quite fast and eager, began shocking the puppy all around its body, while the another forcefully pounded down onto its right back ankle like a hammer, and the small third began grinding away at a few of the tiny nipples.
Megan got very excited as she watched the little dog thrash around in pain, while so futilely unable to get away.
“You see, my darling, this device is powered purely by the areas of Emiko's body where I've attached the sensors. The accuracy of which they operate is unmatched! They are able to read the most subtle of changes in her arousal as it builds; the wetness of her pussy, the slight spasms of her asshole, the tightening of her nipples, the blood fattening up those gorgeous cuntlips. The machine reads it all, and is programmed to execute each attack with precise accordance to where Emiko is in relation to her orgasm!”
“Oh my god! Oh my FUCKING god!” Megan cried out.
Megan could not believe what she was seeing. The girl standing right next to her was butchering this dog in a way more viciously than she had ever seen among the hundreds upon hundreds of videos... and she wasn't even laying a finger on it. She was torturing it SOLELY via her cunt and nipples.
Her pants now pulled down to her knees, the sixteen year old slammed herself against the window with a thud; her face smushed up against the glass, wanting to get as close to the action as she possibly could. She was in complete awe of this blend of mind, eyes, and female erogenous zones.
Arm after arm proceeded to attack with a different torture or mutilation. One of them had a condom-like latex object at the tip which stretched itself over the dog's head and engulfed it completely. In a split second, a tube inside then vacuumed up all the oxygen within, suffocating the animal for a long number of seconds, before then removing itself. A second one then moved in to bite down on the critter's tongue and stretch it out from the mouth while a third one, equipped with many tiny sharp hooks, penetrated the surface of the pink muscle with them towards the back until they burst bloodily from the lower side, and then slowly yanked them towards the tip, ripping them all the way, until it looked like Big League Chew dangling from the mouth.
Carmelita was now generously fingerblasting Megan's asshole while also lewdly pleasuring herself with the other hand. Every so often, very briefly, Megan diverted her gaze to the naked Emiko, who's heavy breathing and soft moans were now much louder than they had started out as. Her hands were also tightly fidgeting and squeezing, along with her toes, but not once did her eyes ever move from the animal before her.
Megan also noticed that the “syringe” arm, which injected strange contents into the dog, was now doing so more frequently. She determined that it must be a substance that helps keep the dog conscious, and she could not have been more grateful for it. So many cats and dogs that she had killed would have blacked out long before now, but by some miracle of wickedness, this dog was as lucid as could be, to its pure and utter dismay.
The robotic arms were in no hurry, however, as they were impeccably programmed not to kill their targeted animal until the “user” climaxed; and climax she did. At the precise moment that Emiko's orgasm moved to explode, all of the arms went into “death” mode at once. Two of them violently ripped the dog's eyes from it's sockets, while two others rammed fiercely whirring drill bits into its canine vagina and asshole. The tools did not let up from hacking, breaking, tearing, shredding and incinerating the female dog until it was nothing but a crimson mass of blood, flesh, pulp, and fur.
Emiko dropped to her knees, her eyes as big as saucers, sweating and panting on all fours. Without thinking, Megan rushed over to her, yanked the electrodes away, and began eating her pussy like a champion. She was so beholden to the show that this girl had given her, that she was driven to keep her orgasm going for as long as possible. She then looked up at Carmelita.
“You've got to let me try it! Please!” she begged, already ripping the clothes from her own body before receiving an answer.
It marked the first moment inside that room that Carmelita did not wish to be cruel. She happily obliged, as it had been her every intent to have the girl experience the wonders of “cunt-eye coordination”.
The electrodes were transferred to Megan's pussy, clit and nipples. On the other side of the glass, a new dog was immediately brought in and secured; this time a mother, sixty days pregnant. Megan tensed up with glee as she saw that she'd be getting to murder another pregnant animal and her babies.
When the program kicked on, the teenager couldn't help but move her hand to rub her cunt over the wires, but Carmelita was quick to intervene.
“No, no, my dear! That isn't how it works,” she reminded. “Just watch... The sight of what you are doing will be the only thing you need to make you cum!”
Megan's uncertainty did not linger long as the robotic arms once again got down to business. She was both impressed and amazed at how inhumane the program knew to be; teasing the mother dog after having extracted the pups from her body and making sure to kill them right before her eyes. They never missed a beat. The puppies, practically hours away from being birthed, were screaming in a hellish unison as they were simultaneously tortured and mutilated beyond recognition.
Inside her mind Megan was yelling and cheering the machine on with an extreme and vulgar passion , but on the outside, she remained silent as she was consumed by the sensations. Every atrocious visual that passed through her vitreous and into her brain affected and manipulated her arousal, telling the robotic hands what Megan would like to see before she even knew it herself. It nearly brought her to tears. Never in her wildest dreams had she thought that such merciless brutality could be executed so easily and effortlessly.
At the moment that Megan's orgasm came, and the mother dog was being suffocated by the dead carcasses of her children being pushed down her throat, Emiko kindly moved in to reciprocate the favor she'd received. Even then, Megan could not believe that she was actually cumming, from having done nothing but stand perfectly still for the past fifteen minutes. The parts of her anatomy had worked in tandem so efficiently that it was almost like they had been waiting her entire existence to achieve this breakthrough.
Not but a few seconds later, Carmelita shed her “clothing” as well, and the three naked individuals engaged in a heated ménage à trois on the floor. Fucking girls who were underage made the experience extra pleasurable for Carmelita, but not quite to the extent as it was for the other two, who knew that “eternal” would not be long enough to express the gratitude that they each felt for the woman.
Fingers probed, tits were sucked and assholes were licked as the three writhed together. In a free but fleeting moment, Carmelita bent backwards and reached to press a button on the wall. In less than a minute, two female staffers entered and tossed seven cats into the room; each of them completely de-clawed and de-fanged.
“And a tub!” the woman called out, just before the staffers had exited the room completely.
Megan grabbed one of the cats and excitedly bit her teeth hard into its back as Emiko ate her pussy as if her life depended on it. The two teenagers then scissored each other frenziedly. An animal's throat in each of their hands, they choked the life out of the four critters as they brought each other to multiple orgasms. Megan in particular had crushed the feline esophagi so intensely that when she finally loosened her grip, her bloodsoaked fingers had left an imprint on their necks.
Megan then pulled herself backwards on her back so that her mouth met with the moist cunt of the squatting Carmelita while Emiko buried her face and eager mouth between the woman's asscheeks. At that moment, the two staffers returned, carrying a ten gallon tub of water between them. Each horny pervert grabbing one of the three surviving animals, they then thrust them into the water and held them down with both hands. The trio then engaged in a lewd three-way kiss as they felt the struggling kittens drown.
* * *
After more climaxes than any of the three naked females could keep track of, Emiko was bid a fond goodbye. Carmelita, however, had continued to give her special guest a tour of the many other reprehensibly erotic wings of her home, before finally sitting down to have a private meeting with the sixteen year old. Once finished with their conversation, Megan was returned to Veronica's office.
“I'm so happy to see that you accepted, Megan,” Veronica said with an encouraging smile.
“What can I say? I guess I'm the kind of girl who puts her pussy first,” she responded with a shrug of her shoulders.
“Hey, that's my kind of girl who thinks like that,” Veronica said with a wink as she briefly reached to touch the teenager's hand.
She shuffled and lined up some papers that Megan had signed. Not legal papers by any stretch, but it was still nice to have some written commitment on hand. Veronica reached for her stapler, but then quickly stopped herself.
“Woah, I wonder if this thing's working. I'd hate to unsightly damage the paper if it isn't,” the woman said with pretend seriousness.
Veronica reached down to a cage sitting next to her chair that contained a medium-sized senior dog and opened the hatch. She then lined the pusher up to the animal's side and injected two staples into it's side.
*kachink* *kachink*
When the shivering animal quickly moved to protect itself, the undeterred Veronica simply lifted up one of the front legs and administered three more staples to its chest.
“Whew, what a relief!” the woman exclaimed with a naughty grin and then proceeded to staple the forms together. “We've mostly moved everything to digital, but there's just some things about physical copies that I hate to give up!”
“Yeah... Actually, I'm a little worried about your hole-puncher, too,” Megan added, very much game for playing along.
“Oh, you're right! By all means!”
Megan grabbed the shiny object from the desk and knelt down near the cage. She then lifted one of the dog's paws, lined the toes up with the blade, and then squeezed with all of her strength, using both hands. The dog howled and jerked to get its paw free, while Veronica simply looked on with a wide smile. Megan moved from paw to paw, breaking the toes on each foot with the hole puncher.
“Hmm, no holes,” she said to herself. Megan then fed the animal's left ear into the tool and squeezed again.
“Ah, there we go!” she then said with a laugh.
“Excellent, Miss Megan. I should have you come by my office and show me how to use my supplies more often! I can be so clueless about these things,” she said, giving a bounce of her eyebrows.
“Well, don't take this the wrong way, but I kind of hope you stay that way!” Megan returned with a grin.
Veronica arose from her seat and walked directly in front of the sitting girl. She then leaned in, putting both of her hands on the armrests, and said "How does this sound? I'll continue my 'trial and error' methods late at night over webcam and you can give me your pointers... Completely naked, of course, which is how I always do my best thinking."
Megan nearly flooded the office chair upon hearing that. Unable to think of a response she them moved in to kiss the grown woman, deep and passionate.
'Jesus H. FUCK! They're gonna have to drag me back home by my ankles if this keeps up!' she thought.
* * *
“How did it go?” Jenna asked upon Megan's return home.
“Not very good. Turns out that the prick only had three,” Megan replied, showing her sister the trio of puppies that Carmelita had provided her with at the last minute before leaving.
“Shit... Well, hey, three's better than none, right?”
“You know it!” the elder sister said. “Come on, let's take 'em down to the basement!”
“Okay!”
Megan looked at her younger sister's body with a greater focus than usual as the two made their way through the house, and with good reason. If all went as planned, she wouldn't be looking at it the same way again for much longer.
To be continued...
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 No.5734

Fallen Angels, Rising Stars 4: Superfluous Sadist Carmelita
by Polaris


Megan and Jenna awoke with their faces buried between each others' legs, a sleep position not uncommon for them. The latter sister strolled over to the bedroom door, unlocked it, and opened it just a crack so that she could peek through. Their gullible mother never questioned why the girls kept their door locked so often. She figured it was just a "teenagers want their privacy" thing, and left it at that.
After confirming that her mother had already left for the day, Megan grabbed the box with several Calico kittens, which had arrived in the middle of the night, while her sibling snatched the video camera. The two excited and shamelessly-naked sisters then burst out of their room and ran down the hallway. They had a long day planned for those little critters.
Jenna hit the record button on the camcorder, and then rushed to be next to her sister in front of the mirroring lens. The two horny siblings embraced each other and spent the first several minutes kissing and moaning and feeling each other up in front of the camera.
"Hi everyone," Megan began. "We have some kittens with us today. And they aren't strays either," Jenna added with a grin. She then picked up the camcorder and aimed it towards the box of fluffy kittens. "Fuck, I was going crazy all night just waiting to kill them!"
Megan aimed the front of the camcorder directly towards her face. "And I just want something to say to any viewers out there who disapprove. I know that kittens have beating hearts. I know they feel pain, just like my sister and I do. There's nothing misconstrued here. We're doing this because we love it. We love to hurt and kill animals. Each of these kitties are going to die, just so our little dumb slits can barf up some cunt juice." Megan ended, with a mischievous smile.
Megan bent down to pick up the kitten closest to her, and then snuggled it next to her cheek. "I know how much you love this pussy," she continued, as Jenna then aimed the lens down towards her bare crotch, "but who in their right mind could say 'no' to this pussy?". Megan then reached out to bring the camera back with her face. "I know I sure wouldn't dare!"
The two sisters snickered at Megan's joke as she pried her pussylips open with her fingers. The eldest girl then turned her attention back towards the kitten in her free hand. "Well hey there, cutie. I bet your pretty scared that you can't find your mommy anywhere, huh? Well, I've got some bad news for you. You're not gonna be seeing her ever again!" the girl said in a mocking fashion.
Megan set the box down and got into position while her sibling fetched a fresh roll of transparent, industrial strength masking tape. Jenna then knelt down behind her, fired up the camcorder and opened with a tight shot of her sister's throbbing butthole. After a few moments, Jenna turned the camera towards her face, flashed a quick grin, and then set it on the floor, where it would continue recording the action.
Jenna grabbed the first kitten and planted it, face down, into Megan's asscrack. She kneaded her sister's cheeks for a few moments and then fiendishly pushed them inward, delighting herself with a loud screech from the kitten. She repeated this action over and over, with Megan also doing her part by clenching her glutes as hard as she could. It was a feeling of pure bliss each time her cheeks pressed inward to crush the helpless animal. When she was finally satisfied with the amount of fun brought by that activity, Jenna picked up the roll of tape. Starting with the left asscheek, she then stuck the tape to her sister's flesh and wrapped it around her hips about 2.5 times, making sure it overlapped precisely each time it went around. Megan then stood up to verify that the furball was now securely trapped between the tape and her anus. Every last one of the kitten's claws had been ripped out by the girls the night before, leaving Megan with a sole feeling of domination, both comfortable and exhilarating.
Jenna took a moment to admire her handiwork, and then gave her sister a playful, but hard kick in the ass, to torment the animal further.
"AH-hahaa!" Megan cried out in surprise.
Jenna laughed and said, "Ok, do me next."
Megan picked up the tape roll and stood with her feet far apart, while Megan removed the second kitten from the box and held it against her sister's cunt; it's body length perpendicular to the slit. Jenna then stretched the tape out as far as her arms could do so, and then handed the roll to Megan, who used her free hand to carefully guide it between the naked thighs before her, so that her sister could seize it once again.
"Ok, go for it," Megan verbally signaled, as she was now holding the kitten in place by the back of it's head and hind feet. Jenna tightly yanked both ends of the tape strand upward, pulling the kitten firmly against her crotch. Megan then stood back up and fastened the ends of the tape over Jenna's shoulder. The two sisters then repeated with the other shoulder, after which Jenna had two transparent tape "suspenders" stretching down over her nipples and to her crotch. Megan put a couple more strips over the seams just to be safe, and then returned the aforementioned favor by giving her sibling a swift cunt-punt. And with that, Megan and Jenna were ready to commence another day of filming.
***
With the felines all butchered, Jenna had once again turned in for the night while her sister uploaded the fresh footage.
“Again, you have failed to disappoint us, Miss Megan. Time and time again.... I dare say that you have earned a promotion. What would you say to a personal visit to our main operation, here?”
Megan lit up. “Wow, are you serious? What all would I get to see?”
Megan had continued to keep in close touch with the woman from the underground website. Despite her sister being just as tech-savvy – if not more so - , she had still managed to keep her in the dark about it, as had been requested of her.
“That would spoil the fun if I told you, but I will say that our founder is very interested in meeting you. If you accept, when the next carrier arrives, we will instruct them to pick you up, however, you will be responsible for your own alibi.”
Grinning ear to ear, Megan thought for a second, and then typed “I think I can take care of that.”
“Wonderful. Oh, and one more thing. We have an ulterior motive for inviting you here, and would like to discuss something with you. Something that could prove to be very beneficial for you in the future.”
“No sweat, I got this. Mum's the word...”
* * *
Megan arrived at the entrance of, what appeared to be from the exterior, a large abandoned factory, about 20 days after the arrangement had been made. Her stay would only be for an afternoon, and to her relief, Jenna had been able to cover for her.
“There's this guy who says that he has eighteen dogs and puppies that he'll unload on us, but he says that I have to go and pick them up in person...” Megan “explained”.
“Holy shit! That's too good to pass up!” her sister replied.
“Yeah, but I'm gonna need you to stay here and cover for me! If mom and dad ask where I am, just tell them I'm at one of the malls shopping. I'll keep my cell on if they have to talk to me.”
“You got it! Hurry back! Ooo, I can't wait until all the little fuckers are here!” Jenna squealed.
The carrier unlocked a padlock on the large steel outside doors and both he and Megan stepped inside, The two then waited as the man unlocked a second set of doors in the foyer, this time via a complicated code. After clearing this second security measure, he then took his leave of the sixteen year old, instructing her to wait. Megan stayed where she was, at the start of what was a relatively dim hallway, for several minutes, when she began hearing the sound of approaching footsteps.
As they got closer, Megan could see that the person was a twenty-something woman with dark, shoulder-length hair, wearing a womens business suit and high heels. But there was something else going on with the with the way that she was walking. Megan zoomed in on the woman's feet for a few seconds, before her eyes grew wide. Around each of the woman's upper ankles were two tightly fitted loops attached to leashes which extended very shortly to the necks of two dogs, each looking to be about one-year-old. Keeping up with the woman's fast pace would have been tricky even if they were in great health, but the eight little feet divided between the two canines had been mutilated down into bloody stumps; and thrust two inches up into these meaty stumps were sharp pins, each at the base of which, was a pressure-sensitive button which shot painful electric shocks up into the pins whenever the dogs put even a modest amount of their weight down on them. Nevertheless, the choking pups had to continually try to get onto their stumps to relieve the strangling caused from being drug on the ground, creating a perpetual cycle of agony. Despite this, the woman's powerful legs walked as if this weight was not even there, making it apparent to Megan that she must have practiced for some time to be able to pull off such a feat.
Carrying herself without a milligram of compassion for the two animals and their suffering, the woman wore a pleasant smile on her face all the way down, until she stood before the teenager.
“Hello, Megan! I'm Veronica, the person who has been communicating with you all this time,” the woman said as she extended her hand for the young girl to shake.
“Hi,” Megan responded, very impressed with the woman's blend of confidence and cruelty.
“As I've told you before, this is our main base of operations, where it all began. Of course, we were much smaller years ago, but the support we've received from volunteer performers like yourself has really been a boon to our expansion!”
Megan nodded slightly, trying hard to keep eye contact with the woman, but found it very difficult not to divert her gaze down to the two little doggies, still whimpering, whining and struggling to breathe as they unintentionally shocked themselves with confused panic.
“Oh, by all means, give one of the little guys a kick! Heh, where are my manners?” Veronica said, as if that had been the first thing that could have possibly been considered an “offense” since making her entrance. “If I may, I'd suggest this one. We just boiled her parents alive about a half hour ago and forced her to watch, so I'd enjoy seeing a few more rays of sunshine plucked from the day that she's having!”
“Ooohh, I'm so sorry to hear that,” Megan said with dubious sincerity as she squatted next to said victim. The teenager then flipped her pants and panties down enough so that her entire ass was exposed, and then worked her index finger into her asshole up to the knuckle. Having been deprived of any restroom access for hours during her travel, she then dug a clump of the built-up shit out of her anus and quickly jammed it down the dog's throat. As it choked further, she then reached for its front left leg and bit down onto it as hard as she could. It was an impulsive move done willfully, but she also hoped that it would make a good impression towards Veronica.
And that it did. The woman pressed her fingers against her vagina through her business skirt and clenched her thighs together slightly.
“Mmm, beautiful, Megan!” the woman cried out sensually. “I'm so grateful to the powers that be - whether an unfeeling god, the Devil herself, whoever it is, I really do not care – but I thank her everyday that she has allowed me to finally mingle with so many who think and feel as I do.”
“Well, hopefully I'll get to show some thanks of my own by sending some more of them to Hell soon,” Megan said with a grin; not angling for anything specific, but wanting to put that statement out there all the same.
“Oh, absolutely! It will be about 40 minutes before my boss will be able to meet with you, so we certainly have some time to kill. Just follow me. Oh, and please feel free to abuse my little “hitchhikers” however you see fit!”
“Even if it kills them?” the girl inquired with cautious optimism.
Finding the question to be cute, Veronica couldn't help but let out a hearty laugh. “Absolutely. It may sound crazy to hear, but I'm proud to say that we've acquired so many now that we're beginning to feel that we can't slaughter them fast enough!”
A thrilling chill traveled through the sixteen year old's body upon hearing that factual statement.
Megan walked closely behind the woman, kicking the two dogs as they went along. She was especially happy whenever the toe of her sneaker landed square into one of their assholes. As they proceeded down the halls, however, she also noticed many doors; each of them having an indicator light about the size of a silver dollar to the right of them. A good number of the closed ones had a red light, while green was the color for all that had open doors, displaying empty, unoccupied rooms. It was not until Veronica spotted a door with a yellow indicator light that the two finally stopped.
“Ah, here we are! How would you like to join in on a group killing session that's about to begin?”
“Uh....” Megan replied.
“Or we can keep going if you'd like to find something something more private...”
“No, no! It's just, wow... I can't fucking believe this! I'm so excited,” explained the girl.
It was true. Megan fared well enough in social situations, but knew deep down that the last type of people that she'd feel awkward around were the sadistic degenerates who shared her greatest passion.
“Excellent. There are three girls in here who are about to begin, and they all plan to do it naked. It is entirely up do you if you would like to be in that state yourself, or if you'd like your clothes left on. We do have top-rate washing machines installed here, of course, which – when our furry friends aren't taking an involuntary tumble in them - can get your clothes squeaky clean before you leave.”
“Oh, definitely! I've killed naked so many times now that doing it clothed would just feel weird,” Megan chuckled as she immodestly began to pull her T-shirt over her head. Once the girl had fully undressed, Veronica opened the door and the two stepped inside. As the woman had said, there stood three naked teenage girls, never having met each other prior to this day, but conversing as comfortably as if they were childhood friends. However, it was what stood in the center of the room that took Megan's breath away.
It was a male Palomino horse. All four of its legs had been tightly shackled to hold it into place, which prompted the trio of girls to giggle at it's futile attempts to break free.
“Hey, girls, I've brought one more. This is Megan. Is it ok if she joins in?”
The three girls immediately responded positively and supportively.
“Sure!”
“Yeah, the more the merrier!”
“Perfect! Alright Megan, I have other pressing business to attend to, but I will let my boss know that you'll be waiting inside this room, alright?”
“No problem,” the teen responded with a nod.
“Alright, go all out you horny little bitches,” Veronica said playfully, and stepped back into the doorway. Before proceeding further, however, she undid the leash of the more mortally-wounded of the two dogs from her ankle and lined its body up against the door frame. Just for fun, the woman then shut the door until the now strength-depleted pup was pinched between. Using her curvaceous ass and shoulders, Veronica pushed and lightly pounded her full body weight back against the door, over and over. The girls inside began cheering as they watched the force of her actions bust up the dog's body until it was fatally severed in two.
Gleefully, one of the girls, Tammi, ran over and retrieved the half that had been shut into the room; the dog's upper section. It took a bit of pulling to pry the guts and skin out from the crevice, but in the end she succeeded.
“I think “Benji” got a little owie!” she said with an evil smile. The girls all laughed and then turned their attention towards the main attraction.
"It's so helpless," Tianna, the second girl, laughed with glee.
"Look at that huge cock!" exclaimed Debi, the last. "I can't wait to get some of that cum all over me!"
A variety of tools and objects had been laid out for the girls to utilize. Megan and Tammi started off by taking long thin spikes and stabbed the horse's belly with them. A lovely spurt of blood shot out with each puncture. The duo then grabbed a handful each of salt and rubbed it into the fresh new holes.
"Awww, does that hurt you, horsie?" Debi said in a mocking tone as she made the “waterworks” gesture near her eye using her free hand.
Debi pissed all over the horse's penis to get it nice and slick. She then got under it and began jacking off the horse with both hands. The three remaining girls began yelling words of encouragement at her, but Debi felt that she was not making much progress.
"Help me out, guys!" Debi yelled to her companions.
Tammi and Megan moved behind the horse and at the same time, violently thrust their fists inside the horse's ass. The two then used their long, sharp fingernails to brutally scrape and torture the inner walls of the horse's anus. Meanwhile, Tianna moved to the front of the horse and began pestering it by slapping and punching it's face with her hands, causing it to go wild. It whinnied with fear and struggled pathetically against it's shackles.
Feeling that the horse was nearing climax, Debi reached over and grabbed a large, sharp diamond-knife from the ground. She then brought her hand back and forcefully sliced off the horse's cock; rewarding herself with a shower of blood and semen.
"Yes! Yes!! Fuck Yesss!!!!" Debi screamed.
Debi wrapped her lips around the bloody stump of what was still attached to the horse. After swallowing the last of its cum, she clamped her jaws down hard and bit the stump clean off. Hungrily, she then chewed it up and swallowed it down.
Megan was starting to feel twinges of humility, and even a little bit of competitiveness, with all that was going on around her, but most of all, simply remained swept up in the fun. She grabbed the twice discarded severed dog torso and, with the full strength of both of her arms, plowed the carcass into the equine's ass as deep as she possibly could.
Meanwhile, Tianna's bloodlust fueled to it's peak. She stripped off all of her clothes and grabbed the “king prize” from the table; a chainsaw. Megan and Tammi mutually began fingering each others' pussies while Tianna started the saw.
With pure, horny excitement, Tianna brought the whirring chainsaw down onto the horse's neck. Debi, Tammi and Megan immediately rushed to steady the teenage mounter from opposing sides as they listened to the horse's wonderful screams of pain and terror. Tianna pushed down with all of her strength as the chainsaw ripped through the animal's neck, and at long last, the head was severed, spraying her naked friends with what seemed like gallons of blood. The crimson-splattered girls all jerked their fingers in and out of their juicing cunts as the large twitching body collapsed to the ground.
Megan grabbed the horse's head and turned it upside down. She then began grinding her cunt hard down onto the bloody neck wound. The other three followed by slicing the dead horse's body open; rolling around in, and masturbating with it's organs and intestines.
* * *
When all obvious potential for fun had ceased, the three girls moved on to seek more live entertainment throughout the structure. Megan, however, waited inside the room as she had been instructed. She used the nearby shower to wash the blood from her body and had just finished putting her clothes back on when a knock came a the door.
“Come in...” Megan responded.
A different woman, closer to age forty, with dirty-blonde hair, entered the room. She was dressed unlike any person that Megan had ever seen before. Her attire was heavy, yet at the same time left her scantily clad. Clutching the tops of the woman's large, natural breasts were two complete canine ribcages, from what looked to have been harvested from two medium-sized dogs. The curvy bones traveled down the sides of each tit, with the fleshiness pushing itself through the spaces. And the tip of the spinal cord was complete with the neck and skulls of the two murdered dogs, each a different breed, though only the tops of their mouths were present, as their jaws had been removed to clearly show off the woman's nipples.
Around her collarbone was a necklace comprised entirely of severed dog penises, complimented by two earrings - each a dog testicle. Draped over her shoulders and back was a very large skin and fur coat, though it too was beyond compare. Rather than just hides, the coat had stitched together the faces and bodies of cats and dogs in countless perverse and disturbing configurations. Canine and feline faces had been sown on top of the underbellies of male dogs, whose embalmed and erect members skewered out of their empty eye sockets. Animal hindquarters had also been sewn down for a similar effect, with the animal penises protruding out through the anuses and vaginas above them.
Finally, at the sides of the woman's hips and down her thighs were the preserved skins of two more male dogs, attached in a vertical “upward” fashion. Aside from the removed bones and organs, their chest and abdomen had also been completely hollowed out, stopping at the base of the penis. It was these large holes that the sides of the woman's pelvis slid into, with her thigh penetrating through the body and out another hollowed out hole, where the anus once was. The most vital reason for this design choice was to keep the base of each penis as close to her crotch as possible, and close they were. The two dicks faced each other and came together up inside the woman's cunt; creating a satisfying dildo which efficiently fucked the woman with every step she took. Though only the lowest quarter of the canine cocks were visible to her, Megan could tell that they were two of the largest she had ever seen in her life, and realized that the woman must have gone through hundreds of “candidates” while selecting them. Lastly, the front legs of the two dogs had been fused to the others', stretching horizontally across the woman's navel and above her ass, for support. Directly above it, another horizontal “strap”; this time, a very elegant and expensive-looking leash which wrapped around the throats of the two dead dogs at each end so tightly that the necks looked like the center of an hourglass.
“Welcome, Megan. My name is Carmelita!” the woman greeted, speaking with an Italian accent. “I have heard, and of course, seen, many great things about you and your sister! The two of you share many traits with myself, and of course, many others who have become part of my small, but growing empire!”
Thanks, Megan said nervously, once again finding it near impossible to keep eye contact with the woman, due to her “clothing”.
“I've loved doing cruel things to animals ever since I was a young girl,” Carmelita continued. “We, as a species, start out so privileged already when we arrive on the planet, and yet we are capable of doing so much more; making the lives of creaturs who are less advantaged even more of a hellish nightmare!”
Megan could feel her clit getting hard and her pussy getting moist. It was exciting to hear words like that, direct and in person, from people other than her sister.
“I want my influence to spread like an infection. There is not a morning that I raise my head from the pillow where I don't crave the knowledge that there is cruelty being done to animals, and that I had a hand in making it happen! There are so many creatures on this earth, and every one of them is capable of suffering for our pleasure! The orgasms they give us may be fleeting, but thanks to their massive numbers, they are guaranteed to be never-ending!”
Megan again began tingling upon hearing these surreal words, put forth so refreshingly frank, but was able to respond in kind. In just a couple minutes this complete stranger had become a goddess in her eyes, both visually and oratorically. Carmelita moved behind the teenager and leaned in.
“I want to show you around. If at any point you get the urge to pleasure yourself or express yourself sexually, feel free to do so. It means a great deal to me to witness it!”
Without waiting for an opening, the woman then kissed Megan deeply in the mouth, while her fingers sensually slid down into the girl's panties.
“Come!”
The two females backtracked and then went down a corridor that was different than the one the teen had taken earlier until they reached an elevator, which they then took to a lower floor.
“Your outfit is the most beautiful thing I've ever seen! I love it so much,” Megan complimented sincerely.
“Grazie, my dear! I make a commitment only to do live fittings. My staff works to keep the animals conscious and breathing for as long as possible while they are being needled, stitched, sliced and fused. Sadly, my outfits only last a few days before they start to deteriorate, but I keep a well-stocked wardrobe, so it is of zero consequence. Granted, my staff could make the repairs quite easily, but prodigality is one of the greatest joys of extravagance, yes? Besides, the best part is creating the garments! I had a blast strangling the life out of these two boys!”
Megan again looked at the two dog heads at the woman's sides, their mouths each wide open in a painful expression, with their bloated tongues dangling out.
The elevator finally stopped, and the two exited to the left, not stopping until they hit a pair of double doors.
“This is the technological wing of my facility. Behind these doors is one of my proudest achievements!”
They entered. Sterile in appearance, there wasn't much to the room, save for two things; a wall with a large glass window, and another of Carmelita's “guests” - a naked girl about Megan's age – who was staring through it intensely.
“My apologies for the delay, Emiko!” the woman expressed.
“That's ok. For something like this, it's worth the wait!” the girl answered.
“Emiko has given me her consent to allow you to observe. Come, let's head over to the glass.”
Though the room they were in was dark, the one behind the glass was lit up quite brightly, and as they approached, Megan could see an animal directly behind it, raised on a white platform about 48 inches off the ground. It was a female English Foxhound puppy, tri-colored brown, black and white, restrained on its back by a round shackle coming up out from the platform around its neck, and a second larger one circling up and around it's belly.
“Whenever you are ready, my dear,” Carmelita said, licking her lips. She had seen the spectacle that was about to begin many times before, but was nevertheless as eager as the young Emiko, for whom it marked only time #2.
Megan watched as the woman retrieved a cluster of wires which protruded from a metal box right below the window, the end of one of them looking to be a small butt plug, and the rest medical electrodes. Carmelita guided the phallic shaped rod into Emiko's asshole. Megan's keen eye was quick to notice what appeared to be some sort of “sensor” on the shaft, which stopped at the precise point that the ring of her anus was located.
Next, the woman attached the many tiny electrodes to many different points along Emiko's labia manora and majora, as well as a little dome shaped one which sucked itself directly onto the teen's clitoris. Finally, Carmelita placed the last two directly onto Emiko's nipples, which rested on what were very well-developed breasts for the girl's age.
“You are all set! It will just take a moment or two, as before...” the woman stated.
Emiko simply stood with her hands at her sides, staring once more at the dog through the glass, though much more intensely than before.
“A woman whom I have had the pleasure of befriending helped to design this for me. Her corporation is ingenious when it comes to electronics, and we trade favors from time to time. I cannot thank her enough for it!” revealed Carmelita, as they waited.
Suddenly, Megan heard a noise; sort of a hum, as if something had just been activated. Then, only a second or two later, the sight of at least a dozen small robotic arms came to life, rising up from just below the window on the opposite side. The surprise made Megan jump, but for Emiko, it was akin to a god-like shudder.
At the end of each robotic arm was a different instrument or tool; there were blades, drill tips, powerful vice-like pinchers, flames, and even a number of designs that Megan couldn't even begin to associate with common devices. For a couple of minutes, the robotic tools simply hovered over and around the puppy, sometimes fast, other times slow, purely for the intent of multiplying its fear and distress.
Believing herself to have figured it all out, it was Megan who broke the silence.
“Oh, I see... Those wires are like a sex toy, and they vibrate on her tits and stuff while she watches what's going on! That's so cool!” Megan whispered.
“I'm afraid you are mistaken,” Carmelita corrected. “It is not impulses that are being transmitted through the wires, but information, and purely towards that beautiful machinery... I'm sure that you are familiar with the concept of “hand-eye” coordination. For many years I had pondered: why must it stop at hands? Surely, the most precious and power-giving parts of a woman's body have earned the right to partner with sight in such a fashion!”
“You mean that-?” Megan began, but was quickly cut off. At long last several of the robotic arms descended down onto their prey. The puppy screamed horrifically as the “heated rod” arm, at a temperature of over 300 degrees fahrenheit, pierced itself down into the animal's thigh, while at the very same time, one of the “blade” arms began sawing off two of the digital pads from one of its paws. Once these particular tools successfully backed away from their task, two other nozzle-like arms immediately began spraying a chemical onto the fresh wounds which, it was plain to see, increased the pain atrociously. By that time, however, the next set of mechanical manipulatees had already moved in. One of them, quite fast and eager, began shocking the puppy all around its body, while the another forcefully pounded down onto its right back ankle like a hammer, and the small third began grinding away at a few of the tiny nipples.
Megan got very excited as she watched the little dog thrash around in pain, while so futilely unable to get away.
“You see, my darling, this device is powered purely by the areas of Emiko's body where I've attached the sensors. The accuracy of which they operate is unmatched! They are able to read the most subtle of changes in her arousal as it builds; the wetness of her pussy, the slight spasms of her asshole, the tightening of her nipples, the blood fattening up those gorgeous cuntlips. The machine reads it all, and is programmed to execute each attack with precise accordance to where Emiko is in relation to her orgasm!”
“Oh my god! Oh my FUCKING god!” Megan cried out.
Megan could not believe what she was seeing. The girl standing right next to her was butchering this dog in a way more viciously than she had ever seen among the hundreds upon hundreds of videos... and she wasn't even laying a finger on it. She was torturing it SOLELY via her cunt and nipples.
Her pants now pulled down to her knees, the sixteen year old slammed herself against the window with a thud; her face smushed up against the glass, wanting to get as close to the action as she possibly could. She was in complete awe of this blend of mind, eyes, and female erogenous zones.
Arm after arm proceeded to attack with a different torture or mutilation. One of them had a condom-like latex object at the tip which stretched itself over the dog's head and engulfed it completely. In a split second, a tube inside then vacuumed up all the oxygen within, suffocating the animal for a long number of seconds, before then removing itself. A second one then moved in to bite down on the critter's tongue and stretch it out from the mouth while a third one, equipped with many tiny sharp hooks, penetrated the surface of the pink muscle with them towards the back until they burst bloodily from the lower side, and then slowly yanked them towards the tip, ripping them all the way, until it looked like Big League Chew dangling from the mouth.
Carmelita was now generously fingerblasting Megan's asshole while also lewdly pleasuring herself with the other hand. Every so often, very briefly, Megan diverted her gaze to the naked Emiko, who's heavy breathing and soft moans were now much louder than they had started out as. Her hands were also tightly fidgeting and squeezing, along with her toes, but not once did her eyes ever move from the animal before her.
Megan also noticed that the “syringe” arm, which injected strange contents into the dog, was now doing so more frequently. She determined that it must be a substance that helps keep the dog conscious, and she could not have been more grateful for it. So many cats and dogs that she had killed would have blacked out long before now, but by some miracle of wickedness, this dog was as lucid as could be, to its pure and utter dismay.
The robotic arms were in no hurry, however, as they were impeccably programmed not to kill their targeted animal until the “user” climaxed; and climax she did. At the precise moment that Emiko's orgasm moved to explode, all of the arms went into “death” mode at once. Two of them violently ripped the dog's eyes from it's sockets, while two others rammed fiercely whirring drill bits into its canine vagina and asshole. The tools did not let up from hacking, breaking, tearing, shredding and incinerating the female dog until it was nothing but a crimson mass of blood, flesh, pulp, and fur.
Emiko dropped to her knees, her eyes as big as saucers, sweating and panting on all fours. Without thinking, Megan rushed over to her, yanked the electrodes away, and began eating her pussy like a champion. She was so beholden to the show that this girl had given her, that she was driven to keep her orgasm going for as long as possible. She then looked up at Carmelita.
“You've got to let me try it! Please!” she begged, already ripping the clothes from her own body before receiving an answer.
It marked the first moment inside that room that Carmelita did not wish to be cruel. She happily obliged, as it had been her every intent to have the girl experience the wonders of “cunt-eye coordination”.
The electrodes were transferred to Megan's pussy, clit and nipples. On the other side of the glass, a new dog was immediately brought in and secured; this time a mother, sixty days pregnant. Megan tensed up with glee as she saw that she'd be getting to murder another pregnant animal and her babies.
When the program kicked on, the teenager couldn't help but move her hand to rub her cunt over the wires, but Carmelita was quick to intervene.
“No, no, my dear! That isn't how it works,” she reminded. “Just watch... The sight of what you are doing will be the only thing you need to make you cum!”
Megan's uncertainty did not linger long as the robotic arms once again got down to business. She was both impressed and amazed at how inhumane the program knew to be; teasing the mother dog after having extracted the pups from her body and making sure to kill them right before her eyes. They never missed a beat. The puppies, practically hours away from being birthed, were screaming in a hellish unison as they were simultaneously tortured and mutilated beyond recognition.
Inside her mind Megan was yelling and cheering the machine on with an extreme and vulgar passion , but on the outside, she remained silent as she was consumed by the sensations. Every atrocious visual that passed through her vitreous and into her brain affected and manipulated her arousal, telling the robotic hands what Megan would like to see before she even knew it herself. It nearly brought her to tears. Never in her wildest dreams had she thought that such merciless brutality could be executed so easily and effortlessly.
At the moment that Megan's orgasm came, and the mother dog was being suffocated by the dead carcasses of her children being pushed down her throat, Emiko kindly moved in to reciprocate the favor she'd received. Even then, Megan could not believe that she was actually cumming, from having done nothing but stand perfectly still for the past fifteen minutes. The parts of her anatomy had worked in tandem so efficiently that it was almost like they had been waiting her entire existence to achieve this breakthrough.
Not but a few seconds later, Carmelita shed her “clothing” as well, and the three naked individuals engaged in a heated ménage à trois on the floor. Fucking girls who were underage made the experience extra pleasurable for Carmelita, but not quite to the extent as it was for the other two, who knew that “eternal” would not be long enough to express the gratitude that they each felt for the woman.
Fingers probed, tits were sucked and assholes were licked as the three writhed together. In a free but fleeting moment, Carmelita bent backwards and reached to press a button on the wall. In less than a minute, two female staffers entered and tossed seven cats into the room; each of them completely de-clawed and de-fanged.
“And a tub!” the woman called out, just before the staffers had exited the room completely.
Megan grabbed one of the cats and excitedly bit her teeth hard into its back as Emiko ate her pussy as if her life depended on it. The two teenagers then scissored each other frenziedly. An animal's throat in each of their hands, they choked the life out of the four critters as they brought each other to multiple orgasms. Megan in particular had crushed the feline esophagi so intensely that when she finally loosened her grip, her bloodsoaked fingers had left an imprint on their necks.
Megan then pulled herself backwards on her back so that her mouth met with the moist cunt of the squatting Carmelita while Emiko buried her face and eager mouth between the woman's asscheeks. At that moment, the two staffers returned, carrying a ten gallon tub of water between them. Each horny pervert grabbing one of the three surviving animals, they then thrust them into the water and held them down with both hands. The trio then engaged in a lewd three-way kiss as they felt the struggling kittens drown.
* * *
After more climaxes than any of the three naked females could keep track of, Emiko was bid a fond goodbye. Carmelita, however, had continued to give her special guest a tour of the many other reprehensibly erotic wings of her home, before finally sitting down to have a private meeting with the sixteen year old. Once finished with their conversation, Megan was returned to Veronica's office.
“I'm so happy to see that you accepted, Megan,” Veronica said with an encouraging smile.
“What can I say? I guess I'm the kind of girl who puts her pussy first,” she responded with a shrug of her shoulders.
“Hey, that's my kind of girl who thinks like that,” Veronica said with a wink as she briefly reached to touch the teenager's hand.
She shuffled and lined up some papers that Megan had signed. Not legal papers by any stretch, but it was still nice to have some written commitment on hand. Veronica reached for her stapler, but then quickly stopped herself.
“Woah, I wonder if this thing's working. I'd hate to unsightly damage the paper if it isn't,” the woman said with pretend seriousness.
Veronica reached down to a cage sitting next to her chair that contained a medium-sized senior dog and opened the hatch. She then lined the pusher up to the animal's side and injected two staples into it's side.
*kachink* *kachink*
When the shivering animal quickly moved to protect itself, the undeterred Veronica simply lifted up one of the front legs and administered three more staples to its chest.
“Whew, what a relief!” the woman exclaimed with a naughty grin and then proceeded to staple the forms together. “We've mostly moved everything to digital, but there's just some things about physical copies that I hate to give up!”
“Yeah... Actually, I'm a little worried about your hole-puncher, too,” Megan added, very much game for playing along.
“Oh, you're right! By all means!”
Megan grabbed the shiny object from the desk and knelt down near the cage. She then lifted one of the dog's paws, lined the toes up with the blade, and then squeezed with all of her strength, using both hands. The dog howled and jerked to get its paw free, while Veronica simply looked on with a wide smile. Megan moved from paw to paw, breaking the toes on each foot with the hole puncher.
“Hmm, no holes,” she said to herself. Megan then fed the animal's left ear into the tool and squeezed again.
“Ah, there we go!” she then said with a laugh.
“Excellent, Miss Megan. I should have you come by my office and show me how to use my supplies more often! I can be so clueless about these things,” she said, giving a bounce of her eyebrows.
“Well, don't take this the wrong way, but I kind of hope you stay that way!” Megan returned with a grin.
Veronica arose from her seat and walked directly in front of the sitting girl. She then leaned in, putting both of her hands on the armrests, and said "How does this sound? I'll continue my 'trial and error' methods late at night over webcam and you can give me your pointers... Completely naked, of course, which is how I always do my best thinking."
Megan nearly flooded the office chair upon hearing that. Unable to think of a response she them moved in to kiss the grown woman, deep and passionate.
'Jesus H. FUCK! They're gonna have to drag me back home by my ankles if this keeps up!' she thought.
* * *
“How did it go?” Jenna asked upon Megan's return home.
“Not very good. Turns out that the prick only had three,” Megan replied, showing her sister the trio of puppies that Carmelita had provided her with at the last minute before leaving.
“Shit... Well, hey, three's better than none, right?”
“You know it!” the elder sister said. “Come on, let's take 'em down to the basement!”
“Okay!”
Megan looked at her younger sister's body with a greater focus than usual as the two made their way through the house, and with good reason. If all went as planned, she wouldn't be looking at it the same way again for much longer.
To be continued...
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 No.5735

I have all of fallen angels rising stars parts, but i don't know how to post them here.

 No.5736

I have all of fallen angels rising stars parts, but i don't know how to post them here.

 No.5750

Thanks for helping us find some of the old stories for Polaris... I have written many stories for him over the years. I started out as Joe, but changed my pen name to Sam. I loved Polaris, he was a inspiration to me, and helped me learn more about myself than anyone else was able to achieve. I wish him all the luck in the world and I do hope that he is doing well.. I posted some of my older stories under blackheart1976, and if anyone knows where to find Dante stories, i would appreciate his new pen name. I enjoyed his stories also...

Sam

 No.5755

Here's a short Dante story I found in my archives.


BED BOUND CHILD TORTURE
by Dante

Arden had used the outrageous sexual abuse of little girls scam twice
before very successfully, and although she realized what she was doing
was extremely risky, risk was half of the fun. Everything had gone so
smoothly she knew she would be able to make it work perfectly for her
again. Her planning skills were excellent, and she left little to
chance.

She liked to prepare in advance a foolproof protection and
back-up for her adventures in kiddie sadism. Her extra planning paid
off, and she was now set for a delightful session of child-play with a
very attractive little girl. She liked to be in full control, and her
control for this session would be imaculate; she was certain nothing
could go wrong to interfere with her abusive sexual games, and the
little lady she had selected would have no chance to spoil her fun.

Arden always carefully worked out the perfect arrangement, which worked
so well it gave her free use of the innocent pretty little girls she
lined up for her entertaining sexual perversion pastime. She had got a
nosy newspaper reporter and his sadistic photographer to take the rap on
the last little girl she'd kidnaped from the shower room at the
elementary school, who she had tortured and then killed. Now she had a
similar clever routine all set up to work for her again.

She decided it was too soon to use the elementary school again; there
were several young girls there who interested her, so she decided to let
that source of beautiful little ladies cool before using it again.

Instead she made connection with a pretty and slender nine year old girl
at the infamous Mrs. Lewis's bordello. The attractive child she had
selected this time was the daughter of one of the resident whores at the
house of ill repute. The child was mature for her tender years, and was
confident and provocative, just the way she liked them. Mrs. Lewis's
bordello was really a highly degenerate everything-goes whorehouse,
where for a price everything imaginable was available to the city's
leading businessmen, including male and female children.

She had seen the pretty little girl playing in the back yard of the
brothel and decided she must have her. The child was wearing only a
pair of tiny panties, a size too small for her, and was toying with the
penis of a little dog, bringing the animal to the point of ejaculation.

What made it so easy was that she saw the kid's young mother come out,
pull the little girl's panties down, and spank her severely. This
identified the mother for her and her plan quickly formed in her head as
she watched the erotic spanking of the small bare-assed child. Arden's
panties moistened as she watched the corpral punishment go on beyond
what was necessary. It appeared the mother enjoyed punishing little
girls as much as Arden, did, although she would not take the event to
the only conclusion that could please the female sadist.

In this whorehouse the hired cunts used no condoms, and there was a
slogan inside the door of each bedroom that said:

FUCKING WITH
RUBBERS IS LIKE
WASHING YOUR
FEET WITH YOUR
SOCKS ON

When a man fucked a whore at Mrs. Lewis's, it was raw meet on raw meet.
Each of her girl's was trained to grab a man's naked prick with her bare
fuck slot, and to grip it royally as she was power fucked. Any man who
brought disease into the establishment was banned for life, and was
driven out of town by the police chief. Any girls infected were used on
customers who carried venereal disease, to "keep it in the family", in a
manner of speaking.

The prostitutes in Mrs. Lewis's lewd establishment were all encouraged
to get themselves knocked up, and they willingly did so, because they
became high priced fucks and specialty acts during the latter stages of
their pregnancy, making extra in tips and bonuses. Their pregnancies
always culminated in an exciting birthing show on the intimate stage in
the small basement theater before a very select audience, who
appreciated and paid well to witness such debauched specialties.

When the birthing shows were first held, they were done in a clinical
setting, but Mrs. Lewis quickly realized that one of the main
attractions was the moaning and agony the young mothers went through, so
she formalized that part of the demonstration, and added bondage and
torture to the agony the girls had to endure while birthing in the
basement theater to earn their bonuses.

There was always a doctor present, and there were not too many
unfortunate incidents. In the twenty-two years since she had
established the "pay to play in the nursery" program, there had been
only two deaths of infants as they were born, and one death of a
birthing young mother. In that latter case, the mayor and a funeral
director had paid big to have rings pierced into the lips of the
teenaged mother's vagina, and a small steel mesh net attached. The net
caught the infant's head as it emerged, trapping it half out.

The two men sat up all night sipping mint juleps, with twelve year old
girls kneeling between their legs, servicing their penises as the sat
watching the pregnant girl sweat and struggle. They were amused
observing her efforts as she tried vainly to eject the sprog from her
constipated cunt. Her labor had progressed normally, and her womb had
stretched normally for birthing, but as the night wore on it began to
contact, slowly squeezing the baby to death in its powerful grip. The
men enjoyed the teenage girl's desperate pleading, screaming, whimpering
and sobbing which lasted until she died of severe internal complications
just after sun-up.

The undertaker took care of the body, and Arden had found out about it
only because she was a friend of the mayor. Mrs. Lewis ran a clean
house, and wanted to keep clear of scandal, but she also had a keen nose
for where a dollar could be made, and seldom let an opportunity pass to
cash in on the lust of her customers, no matter how degenerate or
unbridled their tastes in debauchery might be.

From birth onwards, the kids who lived in this whorehouse were abused
freely in bizarre sex acts, with boys, men, other kids and even with
several specially trained animals. An added incentive for the
prostitutes to become pregnant was that the mothers were paid ten per
cent of everything made on the kiddies up until their eighth birthday.

The truth was this little bitch that Arden had selected was no novice to
sexual excesses. She hadn't been a virgin since she was little more
than a week old, when a pair of wealthy spinsters had paid well to watch
the new-born baby being raped by a well trained and horny miniature
poodle.

The difference now would be that the debauched treatment Arden
planned for the kid this afternoon would be much more extensive than she
had ever experienced before. In fact, Arden's plan was that this cute
little girl was not going to survive her highly personal session of
totally debauched entertainment. Her young life was cheap, and she had
no attachments. Arden's plan was seterand the life of the child was
about to be expended for the amusement of her sadistic female abductor.

To get her plan in motion, Arden had paid a mid-morning visit to the
infamous whorehouse wearing a short black wig, and further disguising
herself by dressing as a business man. She hired the selected child's
attractive young mother for an hour. She got the twenty year old whore
naked on her back on the bed, gagged her, tied her wrists and ankles to
the bed posts, and managed to work her whole fist up into the beautiful
young slut's well used fuck chute.

Arden was the girl's first customer of the day, and her receptive vagina
was warm and moist as it tightly gripped at her invading hand and wrist.
This was the kind of action the pretty whore was well used to, and she
was too interested in getting the uncomfortable session over with to
notice that her customer's had was small for that of a man.

Arden smiled as she imagined this young woman fully pregnant at the age
of twelve lying naked and probably bound on a coffee table, surrounded
by a group of ogling men who had paid to watch her being tortured as she
delivered her baby. She had probably taken several long piercing pins
through her tender young breasts and her buttocks as she heaved in
labor. Arden could just imagine the lovely young girl, who would be
little more than a child at the time, writhing on that hard table top
as she gave birth for the first time, unassisted. Arden wondered of the
good looking prostitute had delivered other children into the world.

When it was clear to Arden the pretty young whore was going to accept
the brutal fist fucking, she pulled off the gag, freed her wrist and
ankle bindings and poured the cooperative young bitch a gin and tonic.
She slipped a deadly and agonizing poison into the professional cunt's
drink, and watched the girl sipping and enjoying the lethal beverage
while having her cunt violated and ravaged by the invading fist.

Before the drink was finished the poison had begun to work. The
beautiful young woman had rolled off the bed, her back arched in agony,
and with Arden's fist still firmly planted in her cunt. The hapless
young whore was writhing in pain on the bedroom floor, bucking and
heaving delightfully in pain that wracked her entire torso. Arden
reluctantly pulled her fist out of the pain-driven cunt, which was
fiercely contracting and gripping her wrist, and called Mrs. Lewis to
report that one of her whores seemed to be quite ill. She said she was
quite upset with the service, and demanded a full refund.

A burly bouncer dragged the half conscious whore down stairs and carted
her off to the hospital where she died a horrible death within the hour.
In another hour, when she was sure the news of the young bitch's death
had found its way back to Mrs. Lewis, Arden showed up at the whorehouse
again. This time she had discarded the male drag outfit and was now
wearing a long blonde wig and was dressed as a nurse.

Arden was able to take the pretty little girl away from the house of ill
repute without too much trouble, although the infamous madam was clearly
reluctant to lose such a talented young entertainer. Arden's story was
that the mother had pleaded with the hospital to get her daughter out of
the house of prostitution, and she received little argument.

The last thing Mrs. Lewis wanted was to make any waves when there was
this kind of trouble with one of her prostitutes. Nobody wanted to fuck
a sick whore, and the kid could talk about her mother's sudden illness
and death, spreading the word that the house was not in good order.

Arden got the kid to the hotel, made a call from the lobby, and moments
after she got the kid up into the hotel room the reporter she had
targeted and his female photographer arrived, calling up from the lobby.
She left the kid locked in the room and met the press people down in
the lobby, where she told them about a scoop on child pornography, and
that they'd be left alone with the kid for their sensitive interview.

"Take hours if you need it," she laughed. "She gave me some strange
story of having the barrel of a BB gun thrust up into her little sex
organ, and then having it fired. I can't imagine anyone doing that to
such a sweet little thing, can you? It was really quite shocking.
People who do such things to an innocent little girl should be put away.

Getting this kind of information straight from a little girl who is
upset and might be confused could take a long time." Arden told them
she would wait for them down in the hotel's lobby bar.

She had presented a different angle to the kid. "Do you want to see
your mommy ever again?" she had asked.

"What's happened to mommy," the child asked her" Why did they take her
away from the house?"

"Nothing has happened to her yet, but she's in really big trouble. You
can make it better for her if you'll do as I say. It's all up to you."
"Are they taking mommy away from me?" the frightened child said.

"Some bad men have her and they might hurt her and then maybe they might
even kill her if you don't help me get her back." This had got the
naive kid worried and she had quickly become cooperative.

Arden explained that she wanted the kid to tell a nice man what Mrs.
Lewis made her do with the men who came to see her at the horrible
bordello and then Arden told the girl she should take off her clothes
and demonstrate everything for the nice man so he would believe her.

The pliable little girl went along with it to save her mommy.
The man was a reporter for a big tabloid which was really just a scandal
rag. He and his lady photographer were left alone in the hotel room
with the child for as long as they wanted, and they didn't come back
down to the lobby bar for nearly four hours. They found Arden, as
promised, patiently waiting for them. She was in no hurry, knowing that
her cover was now complete, and soon it would be her turn.

"She is a very cooperative child," the reporter said. "Her story was
amazing. She had some incredible experiences for such a young kid.
This could be a great story."

"We got some great shots, too," added the young woman photographer, "The
child is very photogenic." Arden was sure they had, but was also sure
that all the photos they took of the girl could not be legally published.
She knew from the stories going around on the inside that these two were
more interested in kiddies and torture than in the story she was feeding them
about the whorehouse.

She had once seen the private monthly paper that photographers for the
papers put out for their own fraternity, of the kind of pictures that
they couldn't publish. The highly explicit photographs she had seen
ranged from real stories of nude suicides, gore filled shots of
sex-murder victims, to some she was sure had been set up, but all
featuring sexual violence. These included actual photos of naked
children as they were being violently sexually abused. The reporter
added a not too subtle word of warning.

"We also got a few good shots of you with the kid as you arrived here at
the hotel," he said. "However, I don't expect we will need to publish
them."

Arden thanked them, said good-bye, and went up to the hotel room. She
knew that the story of pictures of her with the kid were a crock of
shit, because she had called them at their paper several blocks away,
and made the call from the lobby as she arrived with the kid to tell
them to meet her here.

She was surprised the reporter would be that stupid, but considering
what the two had been up to for four hours, she expected his mind was
far from focused on protection. She knew what she should expect to find
up in the expensive hotel room, but she was surprised at how far the two
newspaper sadists had gone.

She found the little girl tied naked, face down on the hotel room bed.
The sight of her got Arden's juices flowing. The long tapered neck of a
soda bottle was stuck deep into the child's little asshole, spreading
her narrow hips. The shade had been taken off a table lamp, the slender
bulb was rammed up her tender cuntlet, and as a parting touch, just
before they had left her, they had turned on the light bulb inside her.

A pillow case had been rolled up and jammed into her mouth to gag her
screams. Her back, buttocks and the tender flesh of her crotch was
covered with cigarette burns. The floor was strewn with empty 35mm film
boxes and plastic cans, so Arden knew that the sadistic newspaper
reporter and his lady photographer had got themselves a full set of
souvenirs.

In fact Arden was delighted. They had gone so far in their sadistic
abuse and torture of the bound little girl that any photos they had of
this kiddie torture session would totally incriminate them both. Just
to make sure, she had placed a fake cabinet on the wall where a picture
had hung, which had a video camera inside, shooting through its mirror.

She was sure they would rot in jail, if they were not given the death
penalty. Her heart raced as she thought of the prospects. Arden would
wear her male disguise when she went to witness their shocking trial.
She knew they would be developing the pictures as soon as they got back
to the newspaper offices, and that it would take at least a couple of
hours for the two excited newspaper people to get the photos all
developed and printed. They would have the darkroom full of
incriminating evidence by the time she informed the police of their
activity.

Arden wished she could be there to see the reporter and photographer's
faces when the police raided the newspaper office to get the incredible
evidence. She also knew that most of the evidence presented of this
little girl's terminal abuse would soon afterwards show up throughout
the extensive underground child pornography circuit.

"Did you tell them about the other children," Arden asked, as she turned
off the flaming lightbulb buried deep in the little girl's stretched
vagina and removed the child's gag. She wanted to hear the kid's
version of what had happened.

"No, you told me not to." she whimpered. "They hurt me. They weren't
interested in what had happened to me. Is my mommy going to be okay?"
The distressed child was clearly uncomfortable lying on her tummy, bound
and stuffed as she was.

"You did a good job, honey," Arden assured her, running her hand over
the child's smooth sweat slicked back, and down over her tightly packed
naked bum. Fresh beads of sweat had formed in her spread crotch, As
much from pain and fear as from the heat of the afternoon.

"They hurt me more than the men at Mrs. Lewis"s house," the girl
whimpered, "and they didn't pay anything, either. Thanks for turning
off the light bulb," she said. "Can you get it out?" Arden let her
hand play with the end of the pop bottle stuck into the child's tight
asshole. Near the neck, the thick glass was warmed from being tightly
encased in the innocent little girl's enormously stretched rectum.

"Why aren't you untying me?" the girl asked.

"It looks like the other two had such a good time with you," Arden
explained. "I'm going to play some games with you too, but I'll have to
put this pillowcase back in your mouth, because I don't want your
screams to disturb the other guests in the hotel."

The kid twisted and struggled as best she could in her tightly bound
state. She looked delightful with her pert little ass propped high in
the air, and the bottle and lamp sticking into her fully exposed crotch.

"By the way, honey," Arden said to her, "Your mommy died before I came
to get you at Mrs. Lewis's whorehouse. I poisoned her. It was really
lots of fun, but I'm afraid when they cut your mommy's belly open to
find out why she died, Mrs. Lewis is going to be in some really bad
trouble. You're lucky to be out of there."

The child sobbed and squirmed as Arden screwed the heavy leaded base off
the table lamp that was still stuck firmly in her grossly distended
cuntlet. Then she propped the young girl's ass even higher in the air
by tucking a folded pillow in under her hips. Using the edge of the
heavy lamp base as a hammer, she pounded on the exposed end of the pop
bottle in the girl's asshole, driving it further into the tortured
crotch.

The kid bucked her hips, unable to scream as the bottle was wedged
deeper and deeper into her little asshole, stretching the buttocks to
the limit, until at last the girl's sphincter ruptured. Now Arden hit
the bottle a sharp blow with the edge of the heavy lamp base, and
suddenly the thick green glass shattered inside her tight stretched
colon.

The end was smashed to pieces, with a major fracture spiraling toward
the neck. Arden hit the broken glass again, and the whole bottle came
to pieces, breaking into sharp shards of glass in the child's colon.
The pretty little girl heaved her ass in painful agony, spreading her
legs and thrusting her stuffed little cunt and asshole delectably. The
child's alluring asshole was now ruined, and Arden knew that she would
be bleeding profusely inside.

Arden could feel her own warm juices dampen her panties at the appealing
sight. She switched on the lamp again in the little girl's stretched
cunt, and in seconds it was flaming hot. She held the writhing kid's
ankles and watched the tender cunt meat slowly began to redden.

While the child's vagina cooked, Arden opened the sewing kit that the
hotel provided in the bathroom, and she extracted the packed of ten
sewing needles. One by one, she pushed them deep into the soles of the
girl's feet. Because of her bindings, the child could do little more
than squirm in agony, but she did this with real passion.

In another fifteen minutes the child's lamp-gripping fuck meat slowly
turned brown, and it took another ten minutes for the fat to melt and
then sputter and smoke as the living fuck hole cooked. Arden again
picked up the heavy lamp base and carefully one by one cracked the young
girl's ribs, loving the crisp popping sound as each one snapped.

The naked bound girl was now reduced to sobbing and whimpering, just the
way Arden liked them. She pulled a large shard of sharp glass from the
ruined little asshole and used it to slash the girl's back and legs,
carving deep gashes in the living tender girl meat.

She carefully sliced through the little girl's ass crack to the bone,
and managed to completely slice off her left buttock, pulling away an
exotic steak, and baring the flared hip bone. In the other buttock she
carefully carved the initials of the reporter and photographer who had
begun what she had so brilliantly finished.

Making sure that the light bulb was still burning inside the pretty
little girl's ruined cunt, and with her carved up ass propped high in
the air, Arden tightened the binding ropes, then left the sobbing child
to cook and bleed until the cleaning staff found her, alive or dead.

What the fuck, Arden thought, she was just a common whore's unwanted
little fuckslit, who nobody really wanted around anyway. "God," she
thought to herself, "what a rush the guys with the meat wagon will get
when they come to pick her up. And the guy that has to do the autopsy!
Shit, I wish I could be there to watch him carve her up." She wiped
anything she might have touched, pulled the fake cabinet off the wall
and placed it back in her suitcase, and replaced the painting on the
hook. After she did a final check and straightened her clothing, she
slipped out of the room and headed for the elevator.

Even as she left, Arden felt the familiar stirring in her gut that told
her soon she would need to have another pretty little bitch to play
with. Very soon. The growing pang in her gut could only be satisfied
by a session of child torture. Girl child torture. She had to have
another little girl to play out her lust upon.

On impulse she phoned the ASPCA from the lobby, saying that a cute
little pussy was being severely abused in a hotel room, then she sat in
the bar to watch them arrive with a small animal cage. A stirring
returned to her loins as she thought of what they were about to find in
the hotel room.

She made another phone call, telling the desk sergeant who answered that
she had overheard some bragging by a certain reporter and photographer,
who had a few rolls of film they might be interested in, rolls that
might, according to what she had heard them say, match the empty film
boxes found in the room.

"Damn," she thought as she hung up and left the telephone booth, "I'm
still hot and the kid is gone. I always get so turned on that I finish
up on the bitches before I remember to cum. The only reason I do these
things is to bring on the super orgasm, and I'm such a scatterbrain when
I get excited that I give all my attention to the little girls, and I
forget to take care of myself."

It was now nearly six PM, and it had been a very eventful day. Just
then she noticed a woman checking in at the front desk. Pulling at her
coat was a precocious little eight year old girl, and both mother and
child carried a tightly wound umbrella. Arden could imagine herself
thrusting those long white bumberchutes up the assholes of the young
woman and her pretty little girl, and found the image highly
stimulating.

The mother and daughter were dressed in matching and very expensive
dresses and coats, a sure sign of both wealth and over-protection. On
the floor beside them sat a pair of matching feminine looking handbags,
spelling out clearly that the pair of luscious females was not
accompanied by a man, and that they had come to the city from out of
town. Best of all, there was nobody to greet them. They were on their
own, and that made them available for the kind of stimlating games Arden
loved to play.

Suddenly Arden decided she was much too horny to go home. As the buxom
young woman wearing the skimpy low cut dress under her coat, and her
pretty little daughter dressed similarly brushed past her, Arden turned
and followed the attractive pair into the elevator, grasping the hidden
switchblade knife in her sweating palm.

She admired the attractive pair in their beautiful white coats, short
enough to reveal their long legs, both in white nylons, and she wondered
to herself what the mother and daughter would look like naked and
completely impaled on their own umbrellas, with only the curved ivory
handles sticking out of their tightly packed rectums. She figured that
if she were to work slowly enough on these two lovely bitches, she might
get her rocks off today after all.

The young woman with half her tits hanging out smiled at her, and the
little girl was behind her mother, sucking her thumb while with the
other hand she lifted her skirt and stuck her hand under the waistband
of her panties, where she was innocently fingering her own little
cuntlet.

It was an innocent child-like thing to do, the kind of thing
that horrified a mother but intrigued passers by. Fortunately, the
mother was too preoccupied with staring at the changing numbers as the
elivator rose to notice her daughter's indescretion. Her eyes left the
row of numbers briefly, and when she caught inadvertently caught Arden's
gaze she smiled and looked away.

Yes, Arden thought to herself as she smiled back at the woman, openly
admiring the sexual pulchritude of the two, I think today might be my
day after all. The beautiful young mother pulled her coat over her big
breasts, but not nearly far enough to cover them. The garment had been
designed to reveal, not conceal, her marvelous mammaries. The woman was
in her mid-twenties and at her peak of pulcritude, with a voluptuous and
fit body that oozed sexuality.

Arden he followed the two out of the elevator and to their door, stopped
to adjust one of her nylons as the mother opened the door to their
luxurious room. The classy bitch let her child in first, and Arden
pushed into the room behind them and locked the door behind her.

Displaying the gleaming steel blade, she begins to unbutton her blouse.
The woman was shocked, and was much more attractive to Arden that way.

"Let's get more comfortable," she said, "I have a terrific evening
planned for the three of us." And indeed, that is what it was. At
least for Arden.

 No.6204

Anyone have The Pixie part 2? It doesn't work on the archived site for some reason.

 No.6211

I may find it find here!

https://web.archive.org/web/*/
http://www.asstr.org/~Polaris/*

Link the 2 when searching

 No.6809

Dose anyone have the story, Family Matters?

 No.6823

Family Matters

20 times I tried to post link to "Family Matters" and 20 times got back the error "too many links. change http to hxxp". I dont know what to do.


Just go to the Wayback Machine, enter the url with asstr.org + ~Polaris/FamilyMatters.html and I'll find the story

 No.6825


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 No.7110

Thanks for finding Famiky Matters! Does anyone know any other stories like Family Matters? And the links to the sites where they are posted? Thank you.

 No.7273

>>5755
So it turns out I desperately need more of that. Any clue if it still exists anywhere?

 No.7299

Read this:

dembtxtlnu2cospb.onion.cab/JohnFitz/All_the_Fun_of_the_Fair.html

 No.7888

is there an alternative to Polaris ?

asstr is full of weak stories.

 No.8137

>>7299
Do you know if the site is still up? i cant reach it with Tor

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 No.9440

Does anyone know where to fin a sister betrayed and a family united part 2 is

 No.11060

These are great stories, does anyone know where to find other stories similar to Taz style?

 No.11811

>>5579

If someone is wondering WHY. At current, the page is blank it doesnt exist anymore.

HOWEVER, the version from 2016 at least as of June when it originally was altered had a message on it.


>The Dark Realm is no more.

First of all, I would like to apologize very deeply to everyone, especially my guest authors, for the abruptness of this news.
>

>I have made the personal decision to move on from this area of my life. There were a number of factors. A waning communication (and in one case, strife) with close associates. A struggle with both the motivation and energy to write. However, the ultimate reason would be that the time has simply come to do so. I do not know of many writers of internet erotica who have kept at it for a near-twenty years, and from my own view, I have overstayed my welcome in doing so.

>

>I would like to give a parting thanks to every author, both on the Realm and off, whose works brought me enjoyment over the years. You know who you are, because I would have sent you numerous emails telling you so! As I have mentioned once before, I want to give a particular thanks to Taz, who was always willing to provide enthusiasm and assistance to my efforts, and The Goddess of Death who was a great and invaluable online friend in so many instances outside of just erotic stories.

>

>In closing, I would like to say that this hobby only ever was about pushing the boundaries of my overactive imagination, and I want to thank every reader who both understood and respected this. Imagination and fiction are wonderful things, and I look forward to finally exploring other aspects within them, rather than being tied to just one.

>

>Sincerely,

>

>Polaris>>5579

>>5579

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