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 GIRL GLADIATRIX'S OF
THE FORTH FORM

(Notice to all families of females entering the forth form.)

ST. HARLIN'S SENIOR SCHOOL

FORTH FORM GLADIATRIX CULLING

In accordance with the National Dolcett Law for all American Senior Schools we have been assessed against the National Food Demands for this year.
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As a result of the National Food Allowance Board Assessment we have been required to amend the pupil numbers by 98 for the following year.
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It is a mandatory requirement that this reduction in pupil numbers and food consumption be carried out by a lawful compulsory cull of the first girls to reach the age of 16 during the following school year - the Forth Form.
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As determined for all National Schools this culling will take the form of gladiatorial games involving "first blood" knockout competitions and final death matches for the surviving 196 pupils.
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All games will be televised on EduNet. for families who cannot attend and for national television channels.  The proceeds of these games will be added to this year's School Fund.

Two Girls Enter, One Girl Leaves.

(Note: a small allowance of nine girls has been granted for transfer to Special Lifestyles, subject to suitability.  Selections will be announced at first assembly next Monday.)

The Great Hall of St. Hallin's was easily capable of holding two thousand staff and pupils.  It was comfortable with about another five hundred packing the two upper balconies along each side of the great hall, but it was a tight-packed assembly for the full complement of over three thousand.

Mr. Jeff Green the tall Headmaster looked down at the fully-assembled school and smiled.

Arrayed before him at the very front ranks of the packed  hall were the former members of the school's up-coming Forth Form. "Former" because as of 9 a.m.  all human rights for the new fourth year had been suspended until the conclusion of the cull.  In front of him, in accordance with all established national school practice established throughout the Glorious Continental United States of America (Excluding the treacherous and conquered Hawaii and Alaska following their "cessation" or "regime change" in the last war with the Evil Axis Euro-Asian Empires).

Five hundred and seventy-one teenage girls were standing naked before him, and what a lovely, tasteful view it was.  Of course from their point if view it wasn't all that exciting, as 98 of them would be dead by the end of the week, and another 98 would be seriously wounded, but enjoying the honour of eating their looser's young cunts.

So it was in the world of Modern America, women were vastly surplus to requirements, making up a sum total of 92% of the human population of the Great Nation Under God.  And American's greatest God was War Against The Enemy, a war in which the female tolerance for pain and willingness to sacrifice themselves had been bred and conditioned to the ultimate level - all women were meat and cannon fodder, and very few would live to see their fiftieth birthday.

Jeff looked over the young girls, such pretty little creatures, such lovely young meat.  He felt the rise in his own desire for a taste of their flesh, one way or another.

And now, he thought, to announce the winners!

"As you all know this week we will hold our annual cull.  The sows here," a wave at the naked gathering, "will be reduced to feed us for the next week and cut our annual food bill." He paused to savour the moment everyone knew was coming.  "But nine have been chosen to be elevated from the status of meat sows, nine to be granted Special National Status. And it is my Great Honour to announce these nine Young Women!"

There was a muttering of excitement throughout the Hall, everyone realized what this Special Status meant - long life and Special Treatment.

Jeff looked directly at the naked ones.  "Now as I read out your names come to the front for your National Dolcett Tag." He nodded at the School Nurse standing below the stage.  "Miss Hamishani will administer your tag and hold you for your future duties."

The nurse smiled and turned to her small medikit beside the tagging stool.

Jeff began reading out the names.

"Tricia AND Julie Knutz!"  A gasp went out across the Hall, twins, together?? Such a rarity, but the two scrawny bespecked redheads squealed, hugged each other and ran up to the Nurse.  The first girl almost throwing herself on the stool and spreading her legs as wide as possible.  Jeff stifled a laugh and looked up at the rest of the Hall.  "Both the Knutz sisters have been acknowledged as amongst the brightest girls to pass through our Great Hall and Higher Authority has taken notice."

There was a scream of delight from both girls as the Nurse began the tagging, piercing their lovely young sexual flesh and attaching the unique Special ID tags that they would carry for the rest of their lives.

"As you can probably tell, both have been awarded High Intellectual Standards with unlimited breeding rights with similar High Status members of Our Great Society.  By the end of today both girls are to be sold for education and breeding at the National State University!"

A cheer from the crowd, almost drowned out the thrill from the girls.

Jeff grinned.  "As a Matched Pair they'll not be split up, and with their high mental capacity they are now guaranteed lifetime protection from the Food Lottery and National Military Duty."  He smiled down at the girls. "Good luck to the both of you!"

"That you Sir!"  Tiricia called back, hugging her sister tightly.

That wasn't all as Jeff added three more girls from the assembly to the same category.  Soon five slightly sore and excited girls, no, Young Women, he corrected himself, were pulling on their clothes at the side of the Hall, their status not just restored but elevated beyond their imagination.

"Melissa Mc.Murdoch!"

"Yes! Here Sir!"  The tall shapely young woman, rammed her way through the crowd to rush upto and jump on the stool.

"And," Jeff continued, "Grace Bleem?"

"Here!" Another equally beautiful girl rushed forward as the nurse finished the first one's tagging.

Jeff, looked down at the pretty girls, they'd make exceptional models or cheerleaders.  Then he looked at the hall.  "Both our young ladies have been assessed as near perfect specimens of our New Age of American Womanhood.  Fine, healthy, good pain tolerance, bright and ready to give their lives in the Service of Our Nation.  That's why their healthy seed will not be wasted and they will contribute to new generations by being given over to the State Breeding Centre."

"WHAT?!!"  Melissa screamed.  "A breeding cow! But, but, what about my life!?"

Jeff looked down on her coolly. "You have no other greater life now, either of you, than to breed for the rest of your useful lives.  You should thank yourselves fortunate that you are not left with the rest of your former classmates.  You will bear daughters in multiple births for the next thirty years.  Most of us couldn't hope for a fraction of the gift you've been given."

The Special Intellectual girls at the door nodded agreement.

"I guess."  Melissa sulked as the Nurse led her and Grace to the door, where a member of the State Breeding Centre was already waiting to take them away, no need to dress - cows don't wear clothes.

Although it left a sour note for a few minutes the final two girls brought out front lifted the spirits of the school again when they were all told these two combined the best of both intellect and beauty and were to be sold as life slaves at the Miss America National Auction - "The Best Pageant In The World".

The seven tagged girls were brought out before the audience again for everyone to give them their final applause and congratulations, before the assembly came to an End.

"Games," Jeff announced, "will begin in one hour."


The Great Hall of St. Hallin's was divided into three zones.  At one end was the Master Stage, where the Headmaster had made his announcements.  At the opposite end were the kitchens and human anatomy area, with broad partitions that could be thrown open to allow hundreds of students to watch all its busy activities from the floor and the overhead balconies.  But in the very centre of the Hall was an iron ring bedded in the floor - the gladiatorial ring.

Into this ring were built a series of posts that could be lifted and ropes strung from one to another, forming a closed circle thirty feet across.

Around this generous fighting circle were carefully positioned broadcast cameras and raised benches to allow the maximum number of people to watch, and learn.  Front benches were reserved for the naked young sows who were to fight for their rights.

First bouts were brief knockout fights, best blood out of three was the rule, no other rules.  Cut twice and win, get cut and be demoted to the next bouts.  Winners streamed through the bouts, the taller, the fitter, the more athletic girls were bound to win, in most cases, sometimes a swifter, smaller, more agile girl would undercut and give a tall arrogant one the shock of demotion.

With five hundred and sixty two females, the first bouts lasted over thirty hours, a few minutes at a time, non stop.  No one was allowed to skip a bout on penalty of cooking.  Half the girls were removed from the finale in those first two days.  As a mark of respect they were not allowed to dress until all bouts and the final banquet were completed.  All the young boys in the school were delighted to offer their own special congratulations to the excited winners and sometimes the sounds of boy gang bangs, one boy and a gang of hot and wet girls, behind the benches would break through the crowd's cheers and calls at the fights.

Hour after hour the Hall glowed with the sheen of girls' bare and heated bodies.

Two hundred and eighty-one girls for the second round.  The odd girl out was chosen by lottery to wait and see if there was a dropout a girl who might be mortally wounded, so she could step in her place.  If not then she'd be classed as the Lucky Draw.  The sow chosen by god and the random spin of the wheel to win and be passed over and back to being a girl again.

The second round was the same as the first, but amended. There had to be 196 final players, so where there were no "Clear Cut" victories, where a girl wins with no cuts at all, then both would be set aside to total up the final round.

It took another day and a half to settle these scores and list the 198 girls for the death matches.


One hundred and ninety-eight naked teen age sows waited for their final matches. They were all given a day off to rest and restore their strength, and for the School Administrator to sell the best TV rights she could in competition with all the other schools competing in the country that week.

One hundred and ninety-eight orgies as girls give themselves up for sex meat, men of all ages were invited to take a taste of a young gladiatrix's sex, to use them as freely as they wished.

Some girls had already lost the will to fight, having cut their best friends and even a sister or two, they gave themselves up to the sex and to be meat, living thirty hours non stop, on the school grounds, in the local park, in the homes of welcoming friends and others, as holes for penetration and preparation for the spits they knew would come, they wished would come sooner.

Other girls gave in to the final dream and snuggled up with their fathers and brothers in a final embrace of comfort.  Many a father enjoyed the pleasures of their daughters with their wives' eager encouragement.

And some sows had found their love and rested on his, or her, breast, the living warmth of One penetrating and holding her close to restore her strength.

One hundred and ninety-eight death matches. 
This Friday, don't miss it.


The matches began at midday, the heat to make the sows sheen with sweat, to enhance the visual image, and timed to fit the early afternoon schedules for the East Coast cities.

Two sows enter, only one Girl would leave alive.  The ring ropes had been exchanged for spikes and electrified chains, no one will leave without completing their bout.

The long gladiatrix blades were narrow, sharp and heavy, but the sows were used to it now. they circled each other, cameras catching every angle close up and distant, was it sweat, or cunt juice from the excitement of the sows?

Sawdust underfoot, to absorb the blood, and there would be blood, these two had already witnessed fifty cullings, it was nearly midnight now, and at this rate another two days of fighting, non-stop.  Even so the crowd of pupils and visitors was still large, every man or boy in the audience had at least one girl on his lap or between his knees continuously servicing his arousal.

The sows circle each other.  In their minds the fear and the desire, to live or to be spitted, to feel the penetration of the blade and the orgasmic joy of pain, or to win and taste the other sows flesh, to render it and own it. But then the spit, what would it feel like, another cock, or something bigger, better?  Was it sweat on their thighs or cunt juice?

The crowd urges them on, there were more fights to enjoy, more blood, more meat to eat soon, get it over with, kill the sow!  And the school had reserved the "best" matches for the last.

Years of school had taught the sows to wait, to weight the odds, to stab, cut and kill and the thrill of the meat.

Hunger on one weighed with confidence in the other.  They circled, thrust, parried. One sow was the taller.  Neither had spare weight, diet and exercise throughout summer has seen to that - they were all prime lean meat.

"Two sows enter, only one girl leaves, with dead meat at her feet!" The crowd chanted.  The sows ignored them.   A smile on the lips of the taller one, concentration in the eyes of the other.

The taller one thrusts, but a misstep, a small patch of blood not swept clean, and she skids, just a fraction, then recovers - too late.  The other girl, LoriAnn, see the exposed moment, and thrusts up, under the exposed arm, cutting muscle deep.

A yell of pain, a flinch, and a sudden focus, but too late, the arm drops weakened, the weight of the sword falling, and leaving the body exposed.

LoriAnn pulls the blade back quickly for a defensive move, but see the weakness and spins, putting as much momentum in as possible, thanking years of ballet lessons, a sudden slash of the blade hits exposed neck and a shocked cry comes from the sow to match the cry of surprise from the crowd.  The sow turns, amazed, losing all sense of the combat. Experts would have said the sow still had a small chance, then LoriAnn stabs once, hard, and deep from the side, the thin blade penetrating through the body to enter the heart and bury itself deep in the sow as it falls dead as LoriAnn's feet.

There's uproar, cheering and the sound of the bell to signal the formal end of the match. LoriAnn doesn't notice, only the naked body at her feet, her own exhaustion the soreness of her cunt from the last thirty hours' of whoring and the hunger pains.  She looks down at the sow at her feet.

A member of the school's kitchen staff hugs LoriAnn close and mutters in her ear.

"What?"  LoriAnn asks.

"I said dear, well done, which cut do you want, victor chooses you know?"

"Mmm, yes, I guess," she looks down at her former best girl friend, who had licked her pussy clean so often in the last thirty hours. "Can I have her head mounted for my bedroom?"

Two sows enter, only one girl leaves.

LoriAnn leaves to go clean up and join the celebrations, there were  a few boys with cocks hard for her, and her cunt was quite, quite wet.


 

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