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The new course
“Get ready, get set,
GO!” shouted Mr. Hurricane, at the school’s entrance. It was the sign for forty,
well equipped boys, grouped in ten teams of four members each, to leave the
school premises. Their objective was to hunt down, strip and bring as many free
women as possible.
The school’s patio was packed
with cages. These cages were the same the school used for the female dorms. They
had an adjustable opening at the top and another round opening at the bottom.
Once a woman was caged she had to squat down and stick her head out of the
upper opening, which then was adjusted to her neck, fixing it there. Their feet
got locked and her knees spread wide and fixed to the sides of her cage
permitting and inviting any contact with her sensible parts. The hands cuffed
behind, reduced them to absolute immobility.
The ingenious part of these
cages was the way they piled up. In case they were piled up the caged women had
to remain there with their faces deep buried into an unknown cunt and their own
cunt on another woman’s face.
Stretching the law to its
limits, but supported by it, Mr. Arthur Benson had organized these
practice-squads.
Each team had
developed their own skills of chasing, binding, stripping and training women.
The first practices of
chasing new meat, as the students called it, started just weeks after starting
that course. It was a new subject they were studying and they were eager of
learning as much as possible.
This subject was
linked to another novelty: Course of bitch trainer.
Linked because these
strays they caught would become the team’s training skills representatives’.
They, and only they,
were going to fight in the bitch league.
It was forbidden to
join the league with regular school meat; but only to join the league.
Friendly fights
were, of course, welcome; and most of the students used their female classmates
together with their mothers and sisters or even their own female relatives to
train both:
Their own training
skills and the bitches designated to fight in the league.
The first problem to
solve, howsoever, was to guarantee the supply of fresh meet, and that’s the
reason why of Mr. Hurricane’s course and these practices.
For these first
practices they needed a source of fresh, but controllable meat. Mr. Hurricane
himself came up with the idea of forcing their female students to invite their
(female and pretty) overseas relatives to a knowledge-exchange stay. The male
students wrote this inviting letters with ecstatic anticipation.
‘... the Benson’s school would provide accommodations, the
subjects and a lot of fun...’ they wrote ‘...if desired a total relocation was
also possible...’ Fun for whom and desired by whom, was not specified.
34 young girls
between 17 and 25 and 19 women (the oldest was just 40 y/o) showed up.
Not to spoil the fun, they firstly stayed at a hotel in the outskirts,
until all of them had arrived. Than, one Saturday, a bus picked them up and
brought them to school.
They had chosen a Saturday to avoid any contact with the female students.
Mr. Benson offered them the welcome tea, just in case the students
failed, and hold a short speech.
“My dear ladies, this school is proud of its knowledge in very important
themes” He had started and went on talking “...we thank you for coming and hope
you’ll be able to prove your value during our courses.” He finished his speech
and asked Mr. Hurricane to start the real class.
Applause. It was far more
enthusiastic from the School boys than from the bitches, ah, sorry, guests.
“Hi, I’m Harkin Hurricane and I would like to start these
knowledge-exchange stays with a highly topical subject: Sexual Abuse.” He
waited a moment and went on.
“Here you’ll learn about it and how to deal with it. Now I would like to
ask all our guests to join me, one by one in my office for a small face to face
talk regarding this subject.”
When Veronica Bauer, the last woman, finally entered his office she got
a shock.
Cleanly rowed up, collared to the wall, naked, chained and gagged 104 horrified
eyes met hers.
To reduce 53 strong, young and healthy women could be a problem, but to
catch them one by one was dead easy.
As soon as they entered the office, Mr. Hurricane cut off their air
supply, and then four Benson boys prepared them. They were cuffed and collared,
then stripped by means of a scissor and then, before allowing them again to
breathe, gagged.
The attacked woman had not even time to think, let alone to struggle,
before she was reduced to just a packet of meat with cunt and tits.
The team changed every five catches and marked the girls as theirs, with
a small tag fixed to the collar.
The last three, Veronica Bauer inclusive, got a collar marked with HH
and would be hunted and trained by Mr. Hurricane himself.
Mr. Hurricane was the Benson’s School last acquisition.
He was strong as an Oak, but not the body-builder style.
Once, caught in a snowstorm, he heaved his Cadillac out of the snow with
three passengers still in it!
His CV was also colorful, to say the least. Graduated cum laude in
Psychiatry he started working in
Ten years later he was signed up by the FBI.
His last works had been in
“The lasts will be the firsts” Mr. Hurricane paraphrased the bible and
picked up an absolutely bewildered and just processed Veronica Bauer to lead
her into the gym where everybody was waiting.
This German beauty, 24 y/o,
She, Veronica Bauer, she who when making love asked her boyfriend to
switch of the light; She was now being ogled by hundreds of lusty eyes unable
to hide away her charms.
“I’m sure” Mr. Hurricane started “our beloved Veronica will run as fast
as she can if given the possibility of escape”
Veronica nodded.
“With legs like these...” he said grabbing her left thigh with his right
hand.
She had strong, well formed legs. His hand pressed on her powerful thigh
feeling her muscles beneath,
‘Oh, my god he’s touching my leg...’Veronica blushed. ‘He’s feeling it
up, stop, stop...’
“...she’ll run to protect...”he went on spacing his words still with his
hand on her thigh
“...a cunt like this one” he finished; and without further ado he cupped
her blond cunt with his left hand, pressing his middle finger deep into her
slit.”
After pinching her nipple he subdued her with an unbelievable easiness.
Having tortured female bodies he knew far too well how to hurt and where to
press, to make a woman as obedient as a lap dog.
For the audience it became clear that their teacher would be difficult
to beat when it comes to reducing women to simple commodities.
Miss Bauer on the other hand was suffering a real nightmare. In less
than an hour she had been degraded from respected guest to naked fuck-doll and
to worsen things she was permitting any liberty this man publicly wanted to
take with her body, just to avoid pain.
The pain she avoided was so horrible that, of course, she permitted any
action taken on her body, disregarding how humiliating it may be.
Harkin had a small hooked metal-thorn fixed to his thumb. When pinching
her nipple he skillfully stuck it into her tit hooking her nipple-nerve with
it. Then with the slightest of his thumb’s movements he was able to produce
infernal tons of pain.
Veronica Bauer opened her legs, fucked herself on his fingers and
kneeled submissive with wide spread legs at his feet with the only purpose of
pleasing him; displeasing him was equal to horrible hurting herself.
In one hour he paraded a naked Veronica, made her show her cunt, offer
it to male students for them to feel it up and finished making her walk on her
fours like the bitch she was for sure becoming.
Next day, with all the guests neatly caged, Mr. Harkin Hurricane was
going to show how to chase and strip women.
For this purpose he allowed Miss Bauer, Miss Ribeiro
and Miss Botchkareva to fully dress.
Veronica Bauer knew what to expect if getting caught again.
Maria Ribeiro had spent the night sniffing a
cunt and had decided this was the last night she’d spent in that horrible cage.
This 19 y/o Brazilian beauty, who normally shaved her cunt, had incredible long
legs.
Her ass was second to none; her breasts seemed taken out of a playboy
magazine and her face transmitted a savage eroticism.
If prized with Miss
The third bitch to be released was Ms. Tatiana Botchkareva,
34 y/o.
She lived in
Divorced and without kids she decided to come just for fun.
Well, it would be fun seeing her in a bitch fight, yes, it would be fun,
reducing her to a simple pet; oh how fun it could be degrading her, showing her
off, mating her with (other) dogs. Yes, if she came for fun, she did right.
Just by his equipment Mr. Hurricane showed he is a true professional.
30 minutes after releasing his preys he opened his briefcase and told
the team’s captains the items he was going to use.
Mr. Hurricane produced a flat screen with a radar dish “This is a cunt-localizer.
It’s used together with that brain-wave-controller” he said showing a
radio-like apparatus.
“Once we’ve scanned the available cunts we can
link both devices and then with our BWC (brain-wave-controller) he said showing
that radio-like apparatus we’ll be able to modify her emotional thoughts” he
turned a knob and explained...
Maria started sweating, Tatiana crying and Veronica squatted down and
covering her head with both her arms she tried to disappear.
They felt fear. They were absolutely terrified. They weren’t afraid of
being caught, or raped or even killed, no, they just felt naked terror; pure
dread, unbearable panic.
The hunt was short but very instructive. Harkin and the 10 boys mounted
two Jeeps to hunt down their preys. The first cunt they found turned out to be
Miss Maria Ribeiro’s one.
She was exhausted from running but when she saw the Jeep she turned
around to face her chasers and fight them.
Even sweating as she was, she looked astonishing. Like a TV-spot her
long black hairs whirled in the soft wind, through her flimsy dress her strong
legs were clearly visible and due to the effort her powerful bosom didn’t stop
moving up and down.
Harkin quietly descended the car and called:
“Maria heel” The Jeep laughed.
“Fuck you” answered the bitch-to-be between her teeth, moving in circles
ready to fight.
“Of course you are going to fuck me, these nice boys and whoever you are
told” Harkin answered without loosing his good mood “but now heel”
He was pointing at her with a pen-like item and when pronouncing his
second ‘heel´, he pressed a button.
“AAAUUUUIIIIIIII” Maria bent forward with both her hands between her
legs.
“This” Explained Mr. Hurricane to his pupils “is a clit-burner. It works
in the same way a microwave oven works only that it’s specifically focused on
the female’s most tender flesh”
Again he pressed the button and again Miss Ribeiro
shrieked and jumped in pain.
“Maria heel”
“No, please, not again” whimpered Maria. Lost was all her temper,
subdued her spirit.
“AAAUUUUIIIIIIII”
“Maria strip!”
“Yes, yes, sorry, just a moment” Hastily her hands tried to fulfill the
order.
Her clit was literally burning. The device could fry it, cook it, boil
it, but Mr. Hurricane only wanted to make her submit.
The boys cheered and applauded when her tits appeared.
She felt utterly ashamed, not only cause of stripping naked, but cause of the few resistance she was offering.
“You see Maria, a good bitch should always be
naked. Don’t you agree” Harkin asked pointing at her with the clit-burner, but
without pressing any button.
“Yes, yes, always” Maria looked at that device in sheer horror. She
would agree to kill her own mother if it avoided another shot.
Once she was stark naked, Mr. Hurricane politely asked her to jump into
the Jeep for the boys to play a little bit with their new pet.
Miss Ribeiro looked at the Jeep, than at
Harkin, again at the greedy boys to finally look at the clit-burner. Feeling
utterly abased she walked towards the Jeep where hands immediately help her to
climb in. Some hands heaved her by her cunt, pressing fingers into her, others
pulled on her powerful ass, more hands guided her by
her tits or stretching her nipples. There was even a friendly boy who pulled
her nose.
Whilst hunting down the second cunt Maria was abused without end.
Menaced by the clit-burner she gave blowjobs, tried to jerk off the boys,
fucked herself on their cocks and even barked for their amusement.
“Maria my cock is waiting”
“Yes sorry” and her mouth went on it.
“Move that ass, bitch” she heard feeling two hard slaps. She opened her
legs knowing someone was going to fuck her.
“Better get fucked than fucked up” a boy menaced whilst cupping her
shaven cunt from behind.
“Hey, the bitch is wet” Another voices toned.
“Of course she is” Mr. Hurricane intervened. Once a bitch gets caught
she can’t do anything to prevent nature. If you treat her like the bitch in
heat she is, she can’t hide her true nature.
If anyone ever died of shame, Maria would have. Not only they were degrading,
abusing, molesting and raping her, no ‘they are makiiiiiing
me cuuuuuuuummmmm.’
Laughter, applause, spankings. The bitch cum.
“Thank for it” Mr. Hurricane ordered.
“Thank you for making me cum” Her voice denoted that all resistance was
gone. She’d lost the battle.
The second cunt belonged to Tatiana.
When Miss Botchkareva saw Mr. Hurricane
descending the Jeep with Maria, naked on her fours collared and leashed meekly
following him, she knew she was lost.
Tatiana was also exhausted, but the picture of Miss Ribeiro
devastated her more than any physical effort.
Harkin slowly approached and she was afraid he was going to beat her,
but suddenly he shouted:
“attack” and it was Miss Ribeiro
who growling jumped on her and menaced to bite her throat when she fell to
floor.
In just 30 min. he had been able to make Maria behave as a bitch. Maria
knew that failing to her new mission would be unbearable painful.
With Maria over her laying position Harkin ordered her to first strip
her panties off.
Tatiana couldn’t believe she was going to bare her most private part
just because a crazy woman was behaving as a bitch. With a burning clit and one
hurtful bite later she hastily stripped.
Tatiana found her place in the second Jeep. Never, in her whole life
she’d been more molested or touched with less respect, but never she’d felt the
horniness she was feeling.
Traveling in the nude, collared as a bitch, in a car full of erect cocks
somehow appealed her.
Degraded and fucked to the utmost she also learned that or she behaved
as a bitch or for dinner she’ll eat burned clit, her own burned clit. When the third cunt appeared on the horizon
both bitches knew what to do.
The spectacle was superb.
Two pretty naked woman with everything on show stripping and degrading a
third one.
Veronica was trying to fight to naked human bitches with her naked
hands.
She tried to talk to them, but got no answer, too exhausted to run the
only choice was to fight.
Maria growled and jumped on her; Tatiana caught a leg and bit it.
One hour later Miss Bauer crawled naked next to Miss Ribeiro
and Miss Botchkareva.
They had managed to strip her and forced her to make her crawl like a
bitch without talking to her.
After that demonstration of handling women, the teams started training
with the other guests.
In less then one week 53 former proud and independent women were running
naked on their fours on the school facilities. Everybody who felt like it could
pet, molest or fuck them.
Some got brands on their asses with nicks such as “slutty”,
“auntie” or “cunty”.
They were joining the league with these nicks,
they were becoming a bitch called that.
Their real names were no important any more, they belonged to a now and
forever unachievable past.
“Auntie” was a pretty 29 y/o pocket Venus. Petite, blond, graceful she
had often made her nephew dream about her. An it had
been her nephew who invited her, later chased and molested her and was now
training her.
He loves to bring her home and make her fight his mother (her sister) whilst
getting a blowjob from his own sister.
The loser of these combats, his mother more and more, had to run on the
street, look for the first dog and incite him to mount her.
The neighbor’s kids somehow found out and whenever they saw “auntie”
coming from school they started walking their dogs.
It was utterly degrading for this housewife to make a dog mount her in
midst of a group of cheering neighborhood kids, witnessing the animalistic
spectacle. Kids who should respectfully greet her, shouted things she hadn’t
even heard in porno movies.
They, of course, felt free of groping or kicking her.
To be continued…
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