Dolcett Enterprises -
Sample "Play" Scene

Introduction to the Dolcett Enterprise
and "Club X" proposition

THIS IS NOT A SNUFF SITE, but a professional, private role-playing and "scene" club for those interested in exploring the wilder themes of sexual submission/slavery in the extreme, bondage, domination and sado-masochism (BDSM) in a unique and safe fashion. The club will be seeking subscriptions, support and more to establish the most sophisticated sensual and sexual entertainment and participation centres in the world.

To give you a clear understanding of our "Dolcett play" I have prepared a couple of stories, with a little help from the original illustrations.


THE CHEERLEADER

(Do you hate the top girl cheerleaders in your school?  Want some sweet, tasty revenge?)

"Revenge! On the HIGH SCHOOL Girls You Love To HATE!!"

That was the headline Joey Beaver read in his early morning email before the chore of another high school day.

Revenge!
On the HIGH SCHOOL Girls
You Love To HATE!!

Is she REALLY worth it?  Do you dream of being rid of that arrogant bitch who's always looking down her nose at you and all your friends?
Are you sick of her smarty arsed friends, her cute overdressed and untouchable arse?
The cunt you'll never fuck!!?

Why not take advantage of our "Chop A Cheerleader!" special offer.  For just $10,000 we'll take her and give her all you know she REALLY deserves!

NO, you don't pay us $10,000, WE PAY YOU, just tip us off to the cheerleader or other high school girl of YOUR choice, and if we approve we'll do the rest.  It's $10,000 in your bank (or cash if preferred)"
Contact us at Dolcett Estates today and we'll make your world and your life, like sooo much better!

"Yeah, right!" Joey muttered as he closed down the PC for the day and headed out for school.

That night, after a traumatic experience with one of the school jocks he read through the email again.

"What the f--!"  His brow furrowed in thought.  "Now what's her name again.  Maybe I can get back at him by having her disappeared."  He grinned as he signed on to the web site and began entering all the details of his "Cheerleader for the Chop!".


Pattie Weston, was, of course, one of The BEST girls in the school. She knew this was natural as was her natural state of superiority over all lesser girls.  Of course she pitied them and wished, in her way, they could be just satisfied with their lot, just as she had to be satisfied with being the Numero Uno Girlo in the school.

How could anyone doubt that the right clothes, the right hair, the long limbs and firm young bust were just natural inheritance, something to be capitalised on?  And if Society in the school appreciated beauty then why was she to argue?

In her world she had it and she was going to use every inch of her legs, tits and ass to get it all. Yeah!

Only today she'd had to stomp on a little girl who'd got in her way.  Pushy bitch what did She think she was doing in Pattie's Place in the dining hall?

She idled over these thoughts as she answered the door at her home, her parents had been invited to a surprise party at work to celebrate a new business contract and left Pattie alone.  Even so she's didn't take the precaution of checking who was there, when she opened it.

The man who stepped forcefully in and seized her by the throat merely smiled.

"Miss Pattie Weston?"  She hung from his large hard wrist as he pressed her back from the door to allow a smaller woman to enter behind him. "My name is Tracy and I'm here to assist in you kidnap and murder, at the behest of one of your fellow pupils at school, eerm?" he turned to the woman.

"A Master Joseph Beverich." She said softly, closing the door.

"Ah, yes."

Pattie kicked, struggled, pleaded with her big, huge, beautiful brown eyes, her long blonde hair flowing, rather tastefully, as she writhed. To no avail, the man merely waited for her to slowly fade into unconsciousness.  His final words were.

"Don't worry we're not gong to kill you just yet, just strip you naked and package you for delivery to your death chamber."

Pattie felt the woman's hands on her intimate parts, pulling clothes away as those words were spoken, sending her into blackness.


Walking home two weeks after sending the note to the Dolcett people Joey was about to turn into his home street when a long limo rolled up silently beside him.  The hum of a window dropping and the warmth of the beautiful young woman leaning forward in its frame all brought him to a stop.  What she said stunned him.

"Mr Beverich?  My names Alice, I'm from the Dolcett Organisation, could I have a little word with you?" She drew back into the car's darkness as the door popped discreetly open.  It was only a moment's hesitation before Joey leaned in and what he saw drew him to enter.

The woman's brief, soft feminine dress did nothing to conceal, only tantalise, at the wealth of female meat underneath.  She patted the seat next to her long bare legs, which descended to her bare feet. "Come in Mr Beverich, I'm here to answer you every question and serve your every pleasure."

Joey grinned as she continued.  "And your financial reward is here in this envelope."  She waved her hand at the small cabinet in front of her. "We'd REALLY like to thank you for sending us Pattie, such a delicious spitgirl, would you care to share in the feast?"

She spread her legs, brushing the short skirt out of the way. "And some honey first?  Please do enjoy raping me, it's what I'm here for."  She smiled invitingly with a sigh.

The car pulled away from the sidewalk and turned from Joey's street, heading deep into the city, rocking slightly with the weight being thrown around inside.


After a discreetly decent time in the back of the limo, giving Joey every opportunity to use and abuse Alice, whom he discovered was only a year older than himself and who was now lying nude and pained on the floor of the car, it arrived at its destination.

Lifting her head Alice nodded to the door.  "If you'd like to follow the path you'll be met and guided to the meat locker where Pattie's waiting for you, you have all day to amuse yourself with her before she's taken to the roasting chambers."

Joey reached for his clothes.

"No need, sir," Alice spoke now struggling to rise in the car.  "It's very warm inside and most of the staff and guests are already nude."

Joey shrugged. "Huh, okay." And with a grin stepped out and headed into the building.


Pattie woke in a darkened room, bare and in chains.  Immediately she leapt to her feet only to find them hobbled tight as she screamed for help.

The deadened sound of her voice on the walls eventually made her realise that the room was entirely soundproofed. After a while she gave up and stood in the dark as proud as she knew she had to be to stop her kidnappers degrading her anymore than they'd done already.

It was only a short time later that the heavy wooden door swung open, the blaze of light from outside dazzling Pattie for a moment and delaying her screams for help.

Ignoring her the two shadowy men, both obviously nude paused in the doorway as the older-sounding one spoke to the other.

"Here you are sir our meat locker number 7.  You'll find controls to the lighting and chains on the wall beside the door, various tools for processing are on the opposite wall, with suggestions and instructions for their use. Please feel free to avail yourself of all our conveniences. Although please bear in mind the need to keep the meat in good condition for tonight's roast."

Hesitantly the younger man asked. "How long do I have?"

"Oh, about ten hours to the barbeque, we'll need the meat ready in about six hours "  And with that the older man left the other standing in the door.  After a moment he entered, reaching for the light switch as the heavy door thudded behind him.  Throughout the conversation both men had ignored Pattie's screaming howls for help.  Which stopped with a shock in the flood of lights.

"You!?"  She shouted.  "I know you, your that Beaver," she spat the name, "kid!  What the fuck do you mean kidnapping me and keeping me here!?"

Joey paused to admire Pattie hanging from the loose chains dropping from the ceiling.  Already he felt his cock rising in salute to the girl's fully-exposed nudity. He smiled and uttered one brief response.

"Barbeque."

"What?"

Joey over his hand to the controls next to the light switch, and a moment later the chains tightened and dragged Pattie fully stretched upright, her dainty feet barely touching the floor.

"Let me go!"  She wailed, twisting and turning from the chains. Joey noted how the tight cuffs on her ankles were already anchored to the floor preventing her legs from rising.

He followed the line of her superb toned and tanned legs up to her bush.

"My, my what do we have here?"  he leaned forward.  "Beaver fur?   Mmm, that'll have to go."  He turned to the rack of devices and other items arrayed across the side wall.  "Where's the torch?"

A moment later Joey was leaning down, ignoring Patties howls as he burnt the hair off the cunt's flesh.  He took a deep breath of singed scent, then gave the warmed pussy a savage squeeze.

"Good cunt steak you got there bitch!"  He grinned and returned the torch to the wall.  By now he was hard again and decided to enjoy his latest work.

"What are you doing? NO!"  Pattie cried seeing him approach with a grin and seize her hips to press himself home, forcing her thighs apart with one fist as he gripped her arse to push home.

"Mmmm, perfect fit."

Pattie sobbed.  "Please?"

"More?"  Joey thrust deeply. "How deep can I go."  He heaved himself up, lifting Pattie off the ground in his thrusts.

Joey enjoyed himself and the close feel of Pattie's body against his for many long slow minutes, holding off as long as he could to enjoy every sob and squeeze, molesting her whole body, gripping, scratching, pulling and slapping wherever his free hands felt like going until he came.

Eventually he stepped away from Pattie's, violated body.  "Mmmm, that's was good," he slapped her arse, "but what about this end?"

He turned to the wall of tools, reading various small plaques with instructions and suggestions on usage.  He found what he was looking for, a long thin hose, and uncoiled it from a water tap set in one wall.

"No, please?"  Pattie muttered as she recognised what was about to happen, but Joey ignored her sounds and positioned the elegant brass nozzle between her buttocks.

"Hay aaaah!"  He pushed the nozzle hard up, penetrating with a squeeze and a heave that lifted Pattie off her feet again.

Joey stepped back to admire the image.

"What do you WANT? Please I'll do anything for you but please let  me go!?"  Pattie pleaded.

Joey was at the tap and twisted it quickly.  With a gush Pattie squealed as the chill water flushed up and in through her body, spilling out around her legs as she overflowed.

Again Joey played with her for a few minutes, slapping and squeezing her soft flesh as the water continued spraying down.  He inspected it occasionally until it flowed clean and clear.

"Good, got your rear guts all cleaned out."  He grinned.  "Now let's make sure."  Moving behind her he yanked the hose out and dropped it to the floor as he seized her body and replaced the hose with his own pleasure.  "Mmmm, good and tight , a real virgin's arse!"

He thrust several times and was building up a good head of strength when the door opened and the older man entered, Alice trailing at the end of a chain leash on her collar.

Joey halted and withdrew.

"Don't mind me!" The man said grinning. "Fresh meat is always my greatest pleasure too."  He noticed that Joey was looking at Alice, who had her arms tied tight behind her.

"Hello Master Joey." She said with a sparkly smile.

"Hello?"  He looked quizzically at the older man.

"Alice is being sold off tonight, at auction to the highest bidder."

"Oh, for the barbeque?"  He couldn't conceal his disappointment.

"Oh, no, Master," Alice replied happily, her head held high in pride, "I'm being auctioned as breeding stock for the next few years to other young Masters who've earned the funds through our reward and bounty hunter schemes.  Perhaps later I might go for slaughter, but only after my organs are harvested."

"Alice," the man explained, "has never been exposed to bad habits, smoking, drink, drugs, so we like to keep prime stock for breeding and harvesting." He slapped her arse.  "She'll fetch a good price tonight, so many other young men have use her over the last few years that bidding will be high."

"How much do you think?"  Joey asked eying her up.

"We don't know Master," Alice answered, "although another girl like me fetched over ninety thousand at auction and another million has been bid for her harvest later."

"I wish I could," Joey sighed.

"Well," the man said, "if you could nominate a few more livestock like her," nodding at Pattie.

"You think?"  Joey brightened.  "But it's tonight?"

"I think there's time, if you gave us, say a dozen names from around your campus or the city and we had time to check them out."  He left the point hanging.

Joey frowned. "A dozen? For the auction," a thought struck him, "or exclusive bid?"

The man grinned.  "Now that's quick thinking!" He slapped Joey on the back with a laugh.

"I think I could give you a dozen, maybe more, if there's a bonus?"

The man turned Alice around and quickly released her shackles.  "Tell you what I'll do, you take Alice and enjoy tenderising that meat." He nodded at Pattie. "Alice will take down the details of your chosen dozen and coordinate their assessment.  If we approve she's yours."  He held his hand out.

Joey took it without hesitation. "Deal."

"Have fun!"  The man left and slammed the door behind him.


Joey looked Alice up and down, she was biting her lip in excitement.

"You can do it Master, buy me tonight?" She was looking up at his face then glanced down at his growing, and huge, manhood. She licked her lips.  "May I?"

"Go ahead."

Alice knelt and opened her mouth, with her throat deep as Joey seized her hair and helped her swallow.

While Pattie swung watching silently. Joey finished Alice off and went through a list of names he felt would give the price he wanted.

"The whole cheerleader team?"  Alice queried.

"Oh, yeah."  He grinned, "I've had them on my stalk list for years, I know all their little details, addresses, friends, hangouts, boyfriends, sisters."

Alice finished tapping on the tablet PC and send the command. "And with the others that makes seventeen names.  But you only need twelve to buy me."

"Yeah, but I'll need the extra cash to move out of my parents and move in with you."

Alice grinned.  "Of course!"  She pecked him on the cheek. "What about her?"  Nodding at Pattie.

"A few hours yet."  He turned to the wall of devices.  "Look what I found!"


After Alice had left on her urgent errand Joey turned to Pattie with two long needles.  He stood close to her, feeling her heat, and breath on his body, allowing his semi-erection to stroke her smooth cunt steak.

He let the moment linger a little, allowing him to savour the time and her submissive silence. Then reached up to stroke her breast.

"Good meat you've got here, but how does your milk taste?"

"Fuck you!"  She snapped back, but her nipples couldn't help rising at his strokes. He bent slowly, eying her face and the look of disgust and fear in her eyes.

His lips nibbled and bit her nipples, each in turn then sucked them up as hard as they'd ever been, he squeezed each tit until he saw the dribble of milk, then began sucking deeply.

"Mmmm."

After he'd finished he stood back.  "That's the last pleasure you'll ever get from those.  He then took each long needle and pierced Pattie's nipples.  She tried to jerk away, crying, but he held her close to stop her swinging away.

When both nipples were pierced he took the needles and rotated them upwards and inwards, around until the ends, where there were two small hooks, came together.

Joey stood back to admire the image of Pattie's  nipples twisted like corkscrews and hooked together.

"Now for your cunt whipping."

With another tool he forced Pattie's legs apart until she was spread wide on a three foot spreader bar instead of the tight shackles.

Taking a whip he spent the next ten minutes exercising each arm and flaying her cunt and inner thighs.  The sound deadening walls prevented her screams from reaching outside.

After that he took a break to taste her blood and tease at the savage wounds, then spent more time reading through all the ideas posted on the side wall.

The bullwhip took his attention and soon he'd turned Pattie around to face the wall as he flexed his arm and lacerated her back from shoulders all the way down her legs.

"Ooooo look at the pretty cheerleader in her new red stripe uniform!"

He stepped closer and inspected his work.

"Aw," he mocked, "it's peeling off!"  He grinned.  "Now THAT gives me an idea!" He turned Pattie around, pressing his body hard against hers, grinning to himself at her wincing in pain.  He spoke in her ear.  "Skinned alive." He felt her tense at the words and a soft moan escape her lips.


Joey spent the next three hours slowly and carefully skinning Pattie bare.  The only thing left was the skin on her face and throat in case someone wanted her head as a trophy. By the time he was finished Pattie was a red blistered hanging stack of meat just waiting for slaughter.

Having resisted temptation to fuck all this time joey was now hot and hard.  Stepping close to feel this new version of Pattie he squeezed her hips again and pressed himself in enjoying rubbing her blood all over his body.

Joey had stepped back to admire his work when the door opened again and the older man entered.

He took one look at Pattie and laughed out loud. "Now that's new! I see you left the head."

"Trophy, if anyone wants it."

"Hey, with your talent it's all yours."  He walked around Pattie's hanging red form.  "Only thing left is the gutting."

"Well, I'm not sure."

"No probs."  I'll do that."  The man walked over to the wall for a knife. "Say, do you want to get a shower and down to the Hall for the Barbeque, we've got other entertainments laid on while we get this butchered and cooked?"

"Sure, thanks!"

And with that Joey left.

The man walked over to Pattie and slid the knife cleanly into her belly.  "Don't worry I'm an expert, soon have you gutted and if you're still alive you'll be on the spit in the hour."

He stepped back as Pattie's innards spilled out on the floor.


Pattie felt the pain of the knife splitting into her and the sudden chill as blood and guts fell out, but she was long past any thought or feeling, her mind and body already destroyed by Joey's work.

The blazing torch soon sealed any leaking blood vessels and cut off the ends of her entrails with a few quick sweeps of flame.

All the time the man hummed to himself at a job well-done.

He stepped back to activate a switch on the wall and the long metal spit rose from the floor between Patties legs, up and just close to her rear.

Using a floor switch and holding Pattie firmly in place the man quickly had the spit slicing deep through her rear hole.

"Head back!"  He called as he yanked Pattie's mane of blonde hair back, tilting her head back to allow the spit to continue up through her throat.  "Hu, hum! Good shot, no vitals hit and still alive!"

Pattie was gagging, but it made no difference as the man tied off her ankles to a lower hook on the spit and added the retaining pole in her cunt to stop her slipping around once she was put on the roasting pit.

He stood back again to check that the meat was correctly balanced.

"Now, stuffing!"

A few pumps with a hose and her hollow guts were replaced by spicy stuffing and her belly sealed up, the needles allowed her tits to be pumped up with filling oil good and tight, leaking through the nipples that Joey had enjoyed only a few hours earlier.

Now Pattie was suspended off the floor on the spit.  The man took her arms down from the chains and tied them behind her back, then signaled for help to have the meat moved down the corridor into the waiting room next to the roasting pits.

Pattie was fading in and out of pain and exhaustion, her violated body was beyond any thought or feeling as she sensed all the penetrating abuse and the movement.  The final awareness was as she was carried to the roasting pit by two naked women and dropped over the fire to begin cooking.

She was observed and inspected intensely by the audience as they remarked on the good job that had been done to convert her to her natural state of meat.  Many people took bets on how long she would last - such a fine young healthy piece of meat, she was still coughing and gagging on the spit as men and women came up to press her cunt steak against the spit, enjoying the reactions as her reflexes took over and squeezed spit in lust and a final few convulsions of the only orgasm she had that day as her heart finally gave out.


Joey had enjoyed a few of the amusements from younger girls just turned sixteen and in training for future use as Dolcett slaves through a mother & daughter couple, to a couple of older breeding bitches kept in cages.

The hours had passed well as he explored everything in the Club House until the time came for the pre-banquet auction.  This was always held before the banquet in case any owners wanted their new or old slaves spitted.

Looking round he couldn't see any sign of Alice, and, despite his exertions throughout the day, his cock was still hardening in anticipation.

The bell for the Auction rang and drew his attention as the Auctioneer, a gold-tagged Dolcett Girl, untouchable property of Dolcett Enterprises, came on stage at the end of the room to announce the Auction.

The curtains on the stage parted to reveal the line-up of slaves for sale.

A shadow fell on Joey and he turned to see the man standing close by his side smiling.

"Well young man, you did it!"  He stepped aside to reveal Alice, back on her chain and bound tight, grinning happily as he handed the end of the chain over to Joey.

"She's all yours now.  When you're ready to sell her then let us know and we'll make the arrangements."

Alice was excited as she dropped to her knees as Joey's feet. "Hi!"  She nuzzled his side.

"Hi." He petted her and guided her mouth onto his waiting cock.

And so Joey began a new life with his beautiful, young healthy wife, and they lived happily ever after, earning much money as they became the most successful bounty hunters in the Club's history.

[This story is dedicated to the following Dolcett Girls: littlecornishen, riotgirl, jewels, jenniferbiwilde]


 

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