Dolcett Enterprises -
Sample "Play" Scene

Introduction to the Dolcett Enterprise
and "Club X" proposition

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.

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Dancing Competition - PT.3
by Hallin Dolcett

"Number Nine!"  Mona's number was called out and her heart leapt. "Aged eighteen, virgin womb, athletic body, First Time Dance Survivor, no medical conditions, IQ  above average, owner selling to clear house for new stock breeding.  No House reserve.  What am I bid?"

That's me, Mona though.  Startled into realizing that this was it, her final few moments before, what?  She had no idea, her mind was in a daze, her heart racing as she gazed around the audience, she saw her father looking up at her with his confident reassuring parental smile, and saw him tighten the grip on Lisa's waist while his cock stood proud again. 

"Two thousand!"  A bid went up.

"Three!"  Another.  Mona's eyes flicked around the room, and she tried to ignore the arousal in the nipples again.  Damn it, she thought, why did she have to react like some stupid brainless bitch on heat!   But is was the thought of her body as a property being sold, of her mind spinning with thoughts and fantasies about what was going to happen.

"Five!"  The bid rang out.

Who was that?  Mona couldn't tell.  She tried to focus on the audience, but her own body's rebellion kept bringing her around, ignore the audience, it seemed to say, you're just a bitch now, enjoy it, nothing else matters, bitch, bitch, bitch.  It went round and round in her head.

"Sold!"  Bang!  The hammer came down and Mona was jerked out of her dream and led across the stage.

"Who?"  She managed to mutter to the slave leading her to the steps down into the audience, while behind her the next girl was already being called out.

"Toymakers."  The slave said briskly.  "Here they are," she added pleasantly.

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Mona looked down the steps at the couple standing blow her.  With a firm grip on her arm the House slave led her down the steps and presented her to the older couple, man and woman, both tall, elegant even in their nudity, and both with small leather shoulder bags worn across their upper bodies.

"Come here bitch,"  the woman commanded.  It was a hard voice nothing like her mother's soft and loving one.   And then she smiled, like her mother's smile, so warm and inviting as Mona stepped forward.

She was too nervous to look at them closely, but noticed the man inspecting her while the woman pulled something out of her bag and dropped it, them, on the floor.

"Put those on bitch."  Mona looked down at a pair of stiletto high heels, the highest she'd ever seen.  She quickly did as she was told and found herself standing a good few inches over the woman's head.

"Good."  The woman nodded, turning to the man.  "See Adam, I told you she'd be a perfect exhibit."

"Yes," the man drawled slowly, "but she'll need more modifications, although," his hand caressed the auction tag still piercing Mona's left breast, "it does respond well to, changes."

"Please?" Mona asked nervously.  "What, what will happen to me?"

The woman smiled.  "Why honey, you're going to be turned into a paintoy.  You obviously love showing off, even on your first visit, and you can take pain with hard nips," she reached out and twisted Mona's free right nipple, sending a painful, but thrilling jolt through her.

The House slave had been standing by the trio, but now moved to remove Mona's shackles.  "The bitch is all yours Master, Mistress." She bowed and withdrew.   Before Mona could think of what to do her arms were pulled behind her back and a moment later were fastened tightly as wrists and above the elbows, pulling her shoulders back and heightening the display of her naked chest.

While the woman lifted Mona's hair the man, Adam, locked a heavy collar around Mona's throat.  It was tall and tight, forcing her head up and proud.

"There," the woman stood back to admire Mona's display.  "A very good looking bitch, we'll perform the rest of your transformation in our studio, where we can record every details and your every scream." She smiled, reaching forward to run her fingers through the folds of Mona's cunt.  "And we'll laser this to guarantee permanent exposure."  She lifted her hand and licked Mona's juices off slowly, one finger at a time.

"One final detail for tonight, before we join the feast,"  Adam reached into his leather bag and then stroked Mona's nipples to erection.  On each he then fastened a tight clamp, the pain driving hard through Mona's body, so she didn't really register the tinkle of the little bells that were now hanging from her breasts.

There was a snap as a chain was clipped to Mona's collar the woman holding the other end up, fastened with a steel cuff to her wrist.  "There," the woman announced, "you're mine!"

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Pain and pleasure?  Which wins that battle?

The bitch formerly known as Mona was led from the Dance room out into the garden where the majority of the guests were circulating, drinking, toying with girls, and a few boys.

For the bitch the pain was the difficulty of walking on high heels and the agony of the clamps on her nipples.  But the pleasure of her raised pelvis and forward-thrust cunt, of her bared and lifted bust, of the pain in those same agonised nipples, all battled within her and she dripped with sexual excitement and sweated and gasped with pain as she was led into the garden.

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"What do you think we should call the bitch Adam?"  The woman asked casually, ignoring the agonised girl they were towing at the end of the chain.

"Hmmm, good question."  Adam turned to the bitch.  "What was your former name bitch?"

"Mona."

"Mona?  Hmmm, what do you think Elle?"  Adam asked the woman.

"Mona the Moaner?" The woman, Elle, smiled up at Adam. "Maybe we can use it in all our publicity?"

Adam grinned, turning to the bitch.  "Okay, you can remain Mona, for now, we'll make the final decision when we hear how well you can scream."

Elle jerked the chain and tugged Mona along behind them as they approached the roasting pits.

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The roasting pits.  Mona hadn't seen or heard of them before, but now she overheard the conversations and saw the excitement on peoples' eyes, they way they held themselves and moved around the fire glow in the darkness of the garden.

Although the air was still warm the heat from the fire was enough to add a daytime glow to everything, then Mona caught her first sight of what was on the roasting spit - the girls from the Dance!

The pit was large, wide enough for two roasting spits to turn beside each other, and spitted on them were the full length bodies of the two girls who'd lost the Dance Competition.

Their bodies were bound tight by chains, arms wrapped behind them the spits thrust through what, Mona supposed, were their asses and thrust out through their mouths.  Mona stared in fascination as her new owners stood and watched both the roasting and her response to it. 

Intellectually Mona wondered how it's been done, and, strangely, how it'd feel if she was bound there in their place.  The weight of her body on the spit, the rotation, everyone watching her beautiful body, the heat of the fire searing her flesh.

"She loves it!"  Elle laughed, staring at Mona.  "Look at her eyes!"

Adam looked over Mona's face, taking in her expression.  He grinned., slapping her ass.  "Later bitch, we'll arrange your roasting one day, but not now."

"What?"  Mona stumbled over the words, wondering if she dared speak. "What happens?"  She nodded at the roasting.

"That's the midnight feast,"  Adam explained, "two good roast pigs."  He studied the meat on the fire.  "It takes a few hours for the heat to deep cook the meat and remove any unhealthy toxins, we could microwave it better, but this is traditional."

Mona felt a hand on her cunt.

"She's dripping."  Elle held her hand out.

"Let her, give her something to look forward to later."  Adam turned Mona's face toward him.  "You're here for our pleasure not yours, you'll drip until I say you can be relieved, and that's for me to decide."

Mona nodded.  "Yes sir."

"Good girl."  Adam look around.  "Now it'll take a few hours to roast the pigs, so let's stake you out and we'll go join the live hunt." 

Elle tugged Mona's chain again the they led here to a hitching post to one side of the garden. While they walked the couple pulled sets of false teeth from their bags.  Not normal teeth, these were sharp-tipped steel or something similar.  Mona dreaded to ask about them but couldn't avoid staring as Elle hitched Mona's chain to the post, locking it tight and hanging a Help Yourself Fucktoy sign on top.

"These,"  Elle grinned her new steely smile, "are for our beast hunt. Number Eight was bought for it tonight.  We'll hunt her through the woods, only teeth allowed, no limits. She's got lots of meat on her."

Number Eight!?  Mona's mind spun, her mum!?  To be hunted?

"Here's the prey now!"  Adam announced as Mona's mum was led through the crowd of other hunters, all their teeth glinting in the night. Here mum's arms were pinned as tight behind her back as Mona's own.  She too wore a pair of nipple clamps, but Mona could see signs of needles pinning them on, and each ended in a small bell that jingles at her mum walked by led by a House Slave.

Her mum glanced sideways as she passed Mona, casting an admiring look up and down her daughter and lifting her head that little bit higher.

Elle noticed it.  "You know her?"

"My mum," Mona answered quietly.

"Good meat on her," Elle ran a hand over Mona's breasts.  "I'll fetch you some bite-sized chunks back for you to nibble on."

She made to move away as an older man walked up to them accompanied by a nervous young teenage boy.  The man nodded at Mona and the sign above her head.

"Anything?"  He asked.

"Fucking only, all holes, it's clean meat, no disease."  Adam replied.

"Thanks."  The man motioned to the boy.  "Okay, you want to take the cunt first and I'll get its ass open, then it can clean us with its mouth."

The boy grinned, his cock throbbing in eager anticipation.  "Okay dad!"  He stepped forward to Mona.  "Open up bitch!"

Mona hesitated, still watching her mum being pushed beyond the edge of the garden, into the woods, but her attention was hauled back as the older man roughly seized and turned her to the boy, who's hands began pushing her legs apart.

"Open wide bitch!"  The man commanded, seizing her buttocks and squeezing them wide.

Although Mona tried to concentrate on what was happening to her mum at the crowd passed beyond the edge of the garden and into the woods she couldn't help her body's pained and pleasured reactions to the cocks forcing their way into her front and rear.

Her own heat, her need for use took over everything else, even the pain of the clamped nipples, already grown numb from the long torture.   With a throaty gasp of release her body took her mind away in the grip of its pleasure.

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Mona was not left alone for long after the first man and boy has used her repeatedly.  Others, especially younger men who hadn't joined in the hunt, were circling to take turns of the "fresh meat" staked out for their pleasure.

The three-hole bitch that had been Mona, took everything they pushed in her without protest and with the occasional pleasure.  She barely registered the howling screams from the woods during the hunt, nor noticed the returning hunters, their steel tipped mouths dripping in blood and their hands clutching hunks of meat.

Mona knew only that some of the newcomers to her holes were bloodied, tasting the blood as they kissed her roughly, smearing it across her face and shoulders with their playful steel kisses.

"We've saved a prime hunk for you!"  Elle strode up, her face and body glowing with the heat of the hunt.  She held a hand in front of Mona's face, a hunk of barely distinguishable torn flesh hung there.  "We were lucky, your father had found her first but gave us this for you, see, her left tit, look," she twisted the flesh to display, "her nipple!  All yours!"  Elle laughed and danced away.  "I'll give the chef special instructions to flavour it well for your first meal of sow meat!"

As Elle skipped across the garden to the roasting pits and the preparation tables for all the small morsels being handed over Adam inspected Mona.  Briskly handling her, turning her this way and that, he look closely at her mouth, cunt and ass.

"No damage?"  He asked Mona.

"No, sir.  I'm fine."  Mona whispered.

"Hmm, you sound thirsty, it's been hours since the Dance and you've been staked out here with nothing but cum to drink.  Kneel down!"  He commanded and Mona fell automatically to her knees.

"Open wide," Adam commanded again and Mona obeyed expecting another fill of cock and cum. "Drink it all bitch."  Adam held his flaccid cock close to Mona's lips and let a stream of piss flow through her parched lips.   Mona sucked every drop of the long stream of liquid into her throat, her body shivering with the relief after so much thirst.  "Good girl."  Adam gently caressed her hair and patted her head.

Mona felt the first warmth of relief she'd felt since she'd first arrived at the Club. It was a comfort to know she was treasured by someone, she was owned.

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"I'll let you rest for a few hours while the cooks finish the sow meat," Adam told Mona as she gazed lovingly up at him, "then you'll get your first taste or real meat." He smiled down at her.  "We'll save your mother's meat for later, when we're back of the studio, I want your every response recorded for our audiences."

With that comment, leaving strange uncertain feeling in Mona's mind, neither hateful that her mum had been slaughtered in the woods, her torn pieces brought back by successful hunters, nor sickened at the idea that she'd soon be eating her mum's tit meat, Mona sat back against the hitching post and drifted into a light sleep.

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Crack!  The sharp rip of a whip across her bare shoulder brought Mona awake with a snap of alertness.

It hadn't been a dream!  Was her first thought as she recalled everything that had happened to her.  Her she was bound tight and crumpled naked at the foot of a tall post in the garden of the Club where she'd danced, seen herself and her mum sold as property and been abused for hours by anyone who wanted her body for their pleasure.

And now Elle was standing over her holding the short sturdy whip with a grin.

"Supper's ready bitch!"  She reached out to jerk Mona's chain free of the post.  "Come and taste your future."  With which comment she hauled a dazed Mona to her feet.

Still wearing the high heels to accentuate her lean body and the clamps that had turned her nipples into numb pieces of near-dead flesh, Mona teetered across the garden towed by Elle.

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The fires of the roasting pits had died down to a low light warming the crowd in the cooling night.

Now the focus of everyone's attention was on the serving tables. Clusters of people were being served slices of girl meat.  Mona's eyes stared wide as she saw a girl's body sliced apart by the skilled slave staff of the Club.  With brisk hands and long sharp knives the slaves were taking and filling peoples plates with slivers and slices of steaming hot tenderised flesh.

The aroma was a mixture of well-cooked meat and spices as the dishes were handed back to the guests.

On another table the other girl was being sliced and cut into wrappers, jars, boxes and either handed over to the guests or carried away into the house.

"Here!"  Elle turned with a plateful of meat, holding a small piece up to Mona's lips.  "Eat!"  It wasn't a request and Mona's mouth opened automatically, watering in anticipation, before she could even think to react.

Her lips and teeth came down on the small morsel of meat, its scent caressing her nose, her belly growling with hunger.  She was no longer a so-called civilized girl but an animal, abused, pleasured, exposed, naked, wild.  Her mouth took the flesh automatically, the beast within causing every other possible thought to be washed away with her hunger.

And she loved it.

Adam and Elle smiled at her, he hugging her around her waist as she raised another small morsel up to Mona's lips.  Shrugging in her mind, now she'd crossed the threshold, and submissively obedient to her owner's desires she bit down on the second piece of delicious meat.

Within minutes Mona and Elle had finished the first plate and returned for more.  For Mona the heat and comfort of the meat also brought renewed life to her own body, and to her sex.  Again she became increasingly alert and aware of her situation, and again her body led the way in commanding her responses as it anointed her with its readiness for further use and prepared her to be someone's, anyone's, meat.

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Mona's final experience of the Club that weekend was seeing her mum's head brought back from the woods by her grinning father.  Carrying it casually by a hank of hair he'd returned as the feast had been well underway.  Tossing it casually to Lisa he'd called out an order for it to be cleaned, preserved and mounted for his private hunting room at home.

That was the only room, Mona remember, no one had ever been allowed to enter.  Now, she thought, mum would finally get to see its interior.  Then, she thought, I wonder if I would ever see the inside of that room?

He father paid her no attention as she was led away by her new owners to whatever fate their bitch deserved.

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