Dolcett Enterprises -
Snuffing For Real
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.
However, we appreciate that many of our investors, readers and Club
members will ask the question
- "Can you do it for real?"
There are only two, possibly three, justifiable ways in which such an event can arise. Here is a sample story about one of those ways.
Death Camp
(continued)
Candy's first waking moment was of noise, heat and discomfort. She came awake so quickly and so painfully from the drugs that it hit her all at once. Her next realization was of the slatted wooden crate in which she was chained, and her nudity. She could tell these things because of the light streaming through the cracks. "God," she thought, "they're going to bury me alive!"
Noise from outside changed, engines stopping and noise of doors opening. there was much sound of movement around her until she felt her crate shifted and moved. The light intensified until the crate was torn open and Candy was hauled roughly out.
Naked, Candy stood with three other such women, she recognized none except that they were all Chinese. Around her was the stifling heat and desolation of some kind of bush country, Australia, she thought.
"Welcome, bitches!" A woman's hard voice cut through Candy's thoughts. "Don't think for one moment that you're here to escape your eventual execution, let's just say that you've had a temporary stay of execution as a kind gesture of my friends in China."
The woman, tall, dark skinned finely bred, dressed in a loose shirt and trousers, was barefoot despite the heat, a metal collar glinted around her throat. She raised a set of documents. "These are your orders of execution, we have bought them and will carry them out when we deem fit, until then you are our property." She smiled. "Feel free to try escaping, we enjoy the hunts, feel free to attempt suicide, we'll enjoy watching you die, feel free to try begging for you life, it'll amuse some of our guests, but eventually you will die. This is your death camp, welcome to the last home you'll ever have."
And with that the four women were led into the large network of adobe buildings hidden among the trees and bush. Just as Candy was pushed through the entrance her final view was of a crucifix, and the remains of a woman hanging on it.
Candy didn't know how long it was in the camp. Days, weeks, even months of work and "pleasure" passed in a blur of increasing dehumanization. Guilt was certain, her crime was repeated over and over to her to make her fully aware of the horror of her actions, and that she entered into them of her own free will was hammered into her even more. As far as the camp's staff were concerned she was meat for their particular tastes, to be ground up at their whim.
And they did grind meat, girls executed were treated as nothing but fodder for the camp's farm animals or feasts for the occasional "special guests".
At first Candy learned to dread the arrival of the aircraft the brought the "guest", she quickly learnt that their particular tastes leaned to treating women as meat for their desires, and the camp was open to any and every desire a "guest" might want to explore.
Guests came from around the world to carry out the appointed executions, but the manner of those deaths was entirely up to the guests, each of whom had paid a handsome sum of money to the camp owners for the privilege. Candy learnt also that guests would bid for the right to carry out an execution and that the very best girls were kept only for the highest bidders. As a special torture each girl had her death price clipped to her pussy lip with a hard steel ring. Candy's death was worth over $3,000,000.
That torture though was nothing compared to the various torture rooms and open courtyards around the camp where guests, men and women, and their own invited parties of friends, were free to indulge in their unusual pleasure. It was nothing for a condemned girl to last many hours as especially skilled guests worked their way through her flesh. To add to even this torment many of the prisoners were available to service the guests sexually, witness the horrors and clean up the remains, some still twitching alive, after the guests finished.
Any living flesh after those events was normally hung out on the crosses and iron stakes at the camp's entrance on the days when new prisoners were brought in.
The camp's staff were a unique feature. Each was a healthy attractive woman. All though were devoted and collared slaves and "property" of the Owner. This "special selection" were totally out of bounds to any guest, despite the offers made for them. In one case a guest attempted to abuse one of the lesser, newer slavegirls. His flesh in turn was treated to the same punishments he'd just carried out on the girl he'd bought, so expert were the slavegirls that they made his life last four days. The film of his torment and execution became very popular in some clubs around the world.
Not all the prisoners were executed. Some were "commuted" if the Camp's owner arrived and passed his own judgment on a Girl's remorse. Although few and far between it was the hope of each girl that she be given a "life sentence" to work her remaining years out in the service of the camp. Occasionally other prisoners were brought just for this purpose, "lifers" who attracted the camps attentions and were bought off their justice systems.
Unfortunately, no matter how hard she tried Candy was lost in her own guilt, she knew she lacked that special honest remorse, or at least the ability to express it, and knew in her soul that she was here, in this outback hell, to serve out her last remaining days and then die.
Although she didn't count it, it was nine months after her arrival that Candy's death sentence was carried out. Without ceremony, without a priest, without prior warning, she was shackled and taken to one of the outer courtyards, the burning ground, many prisoners called it so exposed was it to the sun's fire. She was trembling in terror despite all her time here, her bowels emptying themselves on the floor, a prisoner immediately sweeping the mess away as Candy'd done often before.
There was a large crowd of guests waiting for her. She didn't know it but her death price was so great that group of anti-American enthusiasts had pooled their money to pay for this special experience. They wanted an American bitch and she'd been reserved for them.
First, almost a tradition now, she was raped, every man and woman had multiple pleasures of her flesh, groped, twisted until she cried and slapped she was reduced to a piece of fuckmeat handed from one guest to another. Thrown to the ground in the sun she was whipped for hours as each person took their turns, kicking her around and over, some holding her down and spread so they could all take a turn at lacerating each part of her body.
After tiring themselves with this the guests had her staked in the sun while they enjoyed watching ants crawl over her wounds, biting and chewing at her as they enjoyed a drink and meal in the cool shade of the courtyard. Those who wanted to and felt less inhibited took turns to piss all over her as she lay spread and open to the sun. None allowed their piss to catch her mouth as she slowly burnt in the midday heat.
A mirror was brought out, large and shaped to focus sunlight. This was positioned to point its focused beam across Candy's body. Within a few moments her breasts were burnt though, accompanied by her screams and the applause of the guests. Her belly and womb was next to burn deep as the fire cut into her tender flesh. Then, finally the soles of her feet were, each cut through in turn.
Sharp swords were brought and each man in the group took turns to hack, some very inelegantly, some with slow deliberate care, at the lacerated feet. Each man aimed to chop just a small piece of flesh off, until the feet were cut to nubs. Then they worked on Candy's hands.
Candy's death finally came on a cross hanging outside the entrance of the camp. The guests had long tired of her, having kicked her to the edge of oblivion. All her bones shattered, her hands and feet gone, some bones protruding from wounds in legs and arms, she was hung on chains around her throat and waist in the evening light, her crotch supported by a narrow burning rod of sun-heated metal on a tall iron post, her flesh trembling with each slow gasp of her last breaths.
Her last moments were accompanied by the sounds of the aircraft taking
the guests away and leaving behind three trembling teenage girls.
"Are these the girls from the States?" The camp Mistress asked.
"Yes", came the reply, "the vigilantes say they just won't stop dealing drugs, so they snatched them for us, no price, they just want justice done."
"Well, they'll find that here, one way or another. Bring them inside."
Candy's last moment was hearing the girls screams as they were dragged past her shattered, torn, burnt, naked, twitching, mindless flesh.
[NOTE: every year women smuggle drugs and are executed or imprisoned for life around the world. Just say "NO" to drugs, or you know what will happen.]
