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.
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.
SCHOOL DINNER - PT.2
The Great Hall was specially designed for the new age of American Cannibalism, and normal educational requirements.
Instead of a single stage at one end the Hall had been inspired by the three ring circus. At one end was the main ceremonial and presentation stage, in the centre of the hall the floor was marked with the iron circle of the fighting ring, to which were normally mounted upright posts and the ropes for the Gladiatorial bouts that culled the forth form surplus each year, and at the other end of the Hall were the kitchens.
Above these three areas were two upper levels of balconies, allowing many more students, staff, parents and guests to attend and watch the activities.
The kitchens occupied the full width of the hall's end their broad partitions could be pulled back so that the largest audience could gather for the preparation of any feast, barbeque or other special event.
This was the case today as the many groups of students flocked in and assembled in a loose open semi-circle around the opened wall.
Amanda was passed through the crowd and handed over to the kitchen staff. Briskly she was lined up with the other sows already present, her restraints checked and adjusted to pull her arms tight together behind her back and shoulders back. The School Chef and Chief Cook both handled her with the cool professionalism of long experience in processing live meat for the school. A few minutes later and all the girls were lined up for the final inspection.
Amanda could see that some of the girls had been as well-used as herself, and felt proud that she'd been of good final service to her young pupils. Now she settled into waiting for the decisions that would determine how she was to be cooked.
Many pupils were waiting for the same decisions, some taking bets on which sow would go which way, as a tradition in all modern American schools the younger pupils were encouraged to the front of the audience, to learn their own future and to learn the art of processing a sow. Every banquet was also a cookery and anatomy lesson.
Like the rest of the school, male and female the kitchen staff were bare. The men were happy to show off their outstanding manhoods in the presence of so many bare girls. It was well known that most girls facing their final moments were overwhelmed by arousal and often needed a final fuck to send them off. By tradition this privilege was always left to a sow's butcher/cook or owner/husband. It was good that the pupils were exposed to this tradition at an early stage in their adult education. Many of the Senior girls to the back of the crowd were stroking their own cunts in sympathetic arousal or arching their backs and offering themselves to their male classmates, a few of whom were happy to rut with the girls while watching the demonstrations.
"Right!" Mr. Stevas the Chief Cook called out. "First two girls on the tables!"
Two of the Senior girls, the finest looking ones of the group, were pulled from the line-up and lead over to two large metal tables under bright lights and high mounted mirrors. These were the anatomy tables and the girls were soon laid out, spread eagled, one face up, one face down, fastened down by tight cords around ankles, wrists and throats.
With the mirrors, the lights and discreetly placed high definition cameras the lesson could be seen by everyone in the audience and anyone interested in watching on the school's Public EduNet.
"Now girls," Mr Stevas began his lecture, "let's discuss the basic features of your bodies and how they should be used in food preparation." He lifted a long slim knife. "We'll begin with the innards and offal of this sow, including gutting, bleeding and cleaning of the guts, then we'll move over to dissecting the major joints of meat, tits, cunt," his knife pointed out the parts, "and ass," waving the knife at the sow on the second table, faced down, rump raised in readiness.
He briskly cut into the girl's belly, ignoring her scream and dug in to begin pulling out her innards.
Amanda watched in fascination. Although she'd seen this so many times since she was old enough to attend High School it was different from the other side of the table, but at least she hadn't been chosen to be the live meat lesson for the day.
As the lesson began the majority of the other Senior girls were lead aside to the chopping block. This was a free-standing guillotine allowing the girls just to bend down and place their heads on the chopping block while their rumps were raised for their final fucks. A number of the male staff and the cooks were on hand to assist. As each girl was bent down and her ankles shackled together the lucky man was allowed the Final Fuck and the right to pull the release.
Ssss-thud! The first girl's head dropped into the waiting hopper, easily big enough for all of them. As soon as the body was free it was hauled up in the air.
"Bye Shirley!" Some of the Senior girls had gathered in front of the block to wave one of their classmates off.
"Er, yes, I guess" Shirley looked over her shoulder. "Oh, hello Mr. Black."
"Hello Shirley." The English Master grinned behind the pretty redhead. "Ready?"
"I guess so."
"Then eyes front, and head down!" Mr. Black seized Shirley's hips and thrust deep into her moist cunt.
"Come on Mr. Black!" Some of the girls cheered. "Let her go with a bang!"
"Oh, god!" Shirley cried, her young breasts shaking in the tremor of Mr. Black's rapid experienced thrusts. "I'm cumming!" Her mouth gasped wide in orgasm as Mr. Black grunted and jerked the lever.
Ssss-thud! Shirley's head dropped into the bin with a shocked smile.
"Wow! One Senior cried. That was prefect!" She eyed Mr. Black's relaxed cock. "Do you think I could help you clean up Sir?"
"Why certainly, my dear." As the sow's body was swung away to the gutting and cleaning tables the next girl and staff member stepped up to the guillotine.
Amanda watched it all with increasing excitement, the girl on the anatomy table writhing in agony as her organs were removed and displayed, the Seniors being lined up, fucked and beheaded before their bodies were briskly dismembered and reduced to the mince meat needed to feed the whole school that evening. And still she waited her turn.
"Come on Amanda!" The Headmaster stepped up beside her and seized her arm. "We wouldn't let any of our Staff go anywhere but on the spit!" He guided her over to the spitting area where the only other member of Staff, Mrs Hillage, was already being mounted on the Jessica 3000 processing machine.
Mrs. Hillage was the Senior Athletics Coach for the girls teams and many of her students were cheering her on as Mr. Hillage, invited in for the day, pressed her head down on the guiding block and thrust his cock in her mouth. "Here sow, you let me open your throat for the spit now." He began thrusting in her throat as the machine penetrated her rear holes.
Watching it, Amanda felt the flush of arousal through her body, soon, she thought, I'll be mounted, I'll be gutted open by the machine, and spitted. She whined softly, but not so quiet she wasn't heard as Mr. Hillage pulled his cock just ahead of the spit exiting his former wife's mouth.
"Ha!" The headmaster laughed on hearing Amanda's whine. "Can't wait sow?" He patted her ass and squeezed her tits. "Don't worry, we'll soon be enjoying your meat."
Mrs. Hillage was lifted from the Jessica and her body, still twitching with life back and forth on the spit, was carried over to the large oven. The Spit Chef hefted up another spit. "Next!" He cried with a grin.
"Right, sow," the Headmaster drew Amanda's eager body to the machine, "on you get!"
Trembling, Amanda was helped up on the machine, arching her back she felt the first brush of the spit as it was position, she tried to push back on the tip, just for the final relief of the tension building up in her cunt, just to feel one more time. Her head was seized and pressed down.
"Down you go sow!" The Headmaster commanded. "Open wide!"
Amanda obeyed automatically as the audience cheered, her nipples flushing with excitement as the Headmaster pushed his cock deep in her throat. She gagged on the size of his thrusts, but then the sensations from Jessica took over as the machine began humming.
Strapped down and helpless she felt the movement slowly inching into her rear holes. Eagerly, closing her eyes, she thrust back on the spit, yes, there, just there, ahhhh, the feel as the cool metal brushed along her clit almost, but not quite satisfied her, then, crunch, agony shot through her at the gutting knife sliced through her belly to the crowd's cheer.
Suddenly everything came at once, the cool loss of weight as her guts fell in the gutting tray, the painful jab as her breasts were penetrated and pumped with cooking oil to bursting point, the thrusts of the Headmaster's cock deep in her throat as he held her willing head in position, the stuffing and stitching of her belly wound, and then the sensation of the spit squeezing through her throat.
The Headmaster pulled his cock and came all over her face as the spit protruded from her mouth. In a delirium of pleasure and pain Amanda barely felt herself, didn't hear the words of congratulations, didn't feel the slap on her ass as the Headmaster sent her on her way.
The joggling of her weight on the spit allowed her one final touch of the metal on her clit. There, yes, just there, she twitched, squeezed, pushed and pulled.
Clank, her spit was dropped on the receiving arms of the oven, and still Amanda, the sow, twitched in eagerness for the spit, and suddenly, there, yes, yes, YES!!
The large glass oven door slammed closed on the glass sided chamber. The large platform supporting the two twitching sows, began to rotate as the microwave oven and the heat lamps kicked on, and scores of eager young faces gathered around to watch the process. Both sows lasted over twenty minutes of cooking before the Chief Cook, finished with the mincing machines came over and flipped the electrocution switch.
Several hours later all the staff and pupils congratulated the Cooks on their spicy little meat rolls. The Staff and their invited guests were equally thrilled with the way Amanda and Mrs. Hillage tasted off the spit. To compensate for his loss Mr. Hillage bought and brought two girls from the local stockyards, and at the end of the evening two of the Senior girls and three of the fifth form offered themselves up for the Summer Sport Hunt.
In all it had been a perfect American school day.
[dedicated to dolcett r/p girl azur1957]
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