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.
The Nanny - pt 2
Inga sniffled as Mr Smith carried the last of her bags out to the black cab waiting on the driveway to their grand house.
"I don't give a fuck what you thought and what you say, bitch! We all saw the videos and any complaints you make we'll have the police down on you." He threw the bag into the cab. "Now get the hell out of here and never come near us or the children again!"
He held the door open for her. "We've arranged this taxi to take you out of here. After that it's up to you!" After the girl had climbed in he slammed the door and strode back into his house, ignoring the cab as it drove away.
As the cab drove away the driver called over his shoulder. "Don't worry miss I'll see you safe. The gentleman won't worry you again."
"Want to bet" Inga sniffled. "What if he tells other people about me? I will never work again!"
"Oh, I wouldn't worry about that right now." He turned back to concentrate on driving.
It was about ten minutes later before Inga noticed the scene outside. "Hey, where are we going?"
"It's all arranged miss, new job, new location, everything has been catered for, you just settle back and relax."
"What, I don't understand?" She cleared her nose and put her hankies away gather her wits again. "What arrangement?"
"Why Dolcett Domestic Services miss, your new employer."
Her head was clearing fast now and her wits fully restored. "Who the fucking hell are Dolcett Domestic Services?!"
"Domestic slavegirls miss," the driver smiled politely, "I'm sure you will made a fine slave, once you've been broken of your bad habits."
He turned back to concentrate on driving, and despite all her efforts and all her screams and pleas, and banging on all the locked doors and tinted windows she could not make any change in his work to take her to the local establishment of Dolcett Domestic Services, Employer of fine and well-behaved young slavegirls.
It was many years before Inga was spotted by Mr Smith at a discreet party for local members of the Dolcett Club. With his naked wife in tow he'd been crossing a courtyard when he spotted a fine blaze of near-white hair on a tall naked statuesque girl.
He beckoned her over and smiled as she dropped to her knees on the
hard cobblestones, knees apart to display the glitter of her tag hanging
from the lips of her cunt, to ask, head bowed, most meekly. "What
is your service sir, I am Inga a slave for all uses, and my sale price
is currently eleven thousand dollars if you wish to bid for my meat?"
"Mmmm, well perhaps I will, but first," he paused to savour the moment, "Inga", he noticed her spine stiffen. "I think you deserve some very serious punishment for all the trouble and distress you caused to our children, then we'll feast on your remains."
Without hesitation the meek voice came back to him. "Yes, Master, your pleasure is my body."
Mr and Mrs Smith enjoyed the screams and howls of Inga for a very, very long time and feasted mightily on her flesh. And if you visit their private apartment at the Dolcett Estate her head can be viewed mounted on Mr Smith's desk. They still have a few morsels, for friends who like to hear the story and watch some of the large library of videos of the nanny.
Do you have problems with
your nanny? Let us carry out a discreet investigation for
you. If it's true we can help replace your nanny without the scandal. |