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
(Notice posted on all staff and student boards throughout shool Monday morning.)
ST. HARLIN'S SENIOR SCHOOLSCHOOL DINNER SCHEDULE A DRAW WILL BE HELD AT 10:30AM |
Of the three thousand staff and students at St. Harlin's over 85% were female, resulting from the global shift in birth patterns since the germ war over two generations ago the majority of the population of the United States was now made up of genetically and physically healthy submissive masochistic females, for whom the sacrifice and cannibalism of a small number of the population, typically three percent per annum (about fifty million a year), was now an accepted norm. Very few females saw their fortieth birthday and most went happily to their fate. Part of this status was the emphasis on the correct education and raising of young girls for butchery from an early age.
The clock ticked slowly towrds ten thirty. Although lessons wre supposed to continue as normal until that time, few people in the school, of any age, paid much attention to that Rule.
For most it was the mixture of dread and thrill that perhaps they, or a sister, would be Chosen today, for the smaller number of males in the classrooms it was the promise of a suspension of other Rules which aroused certain other critical reactions in their young bodies. After all what healthy and virile our man wouldn't be excited by the presence of literally hundreds of nude young girls all around on this bright, warm, sunny day.
The clock ticked the last few minutes away. This year the banquet was to include eighteen Seniors and two Staff.
In the Senior Common Room the girls were either hugging themsleves in feaful readiness of their fate or in group hugs at the excitement of the Draw.
In the French class Miss Amanda DeVille mixed her attention of the clock with that of the class. Being one of the younger members of the staff and quite handsomely attractive, and nude in front of forty pupils, of whom fifteen were young men with sets fo very attentive eyes on her various exposed aspects, it was difficult to get any other attention now that the clock was about to strike.
Ten thirty, and the shool's Public Address speakers clicked on with that feedback whine that comes from unshieldded electricals.
"Attention!" The headmaster's voice crackled firmly, with a hint of his own excitement, "Attentional all staff and pupils!" He cleared his throat. "We will now hold our end-of-term lottery darw." His voice faded a moment as he turned from then back to the microphone. "This term's Draw is kindly being sponsored by the SugarDrop Company, who's Managing Director, Mr. Frank Edwards will make the draw on our behalf. This will ensure that all normal measure of probity and neutrality are maintained. I should also point out that Mr. Edwards has five daughters attending our fine school and he has made it clear he will not stand in their way of being chosen if that is the case today. Now the draw will be held."
"Only after each number is drawn," the Headmaster went on, "we will announce the names of the chosen member of staff or pupil for this year's banquet. Please remember that all human rights are immediately suspended for each chosen sows, that is what they will become, and you are all asked to ensure that the meat is delivered safe and sound to the Kitchens before 1pm."
He cleared his throat again. "Now, Mr. Edwards, if you will be so kind?"
A more distant cultured voice came over the speakers. "Of course." Mr. Edwards said.
There was the faint rattling of what everyone knew was a large drum holding hundreds of small identical balls with the numbers pre-assigned to the upper classes and staff.
"No. 134" Mr Edward's announced.
"Emily Greenall, sixth form."
And so it began.
In her classromm Amanda took here eyes off the speakers to watch her pupils. Being a fifth form class all the girls here were equally liable to be selected. And some of the boys were already removing their summer shorts, revealing their quite "interesting" manhoods. Some of the girls giggled, Amanda smiled.
"No. 453".
"Miss Amanda DeVille, Teaching Staff."
Amanda's heart stopped in that instant. No! It couldn't be! But the looks in the eyes of the boys in the room was obvious, it was her name. She trembled as the pen she'd been holding fell from her hands. Already the boys were grinning and rising from their seats. Her body was shaking as the first boy reached her.
"Come on sow!" He laughed. Pushing her, weakening and aroused body back over the desk as other young male hands reached to grab the tug and spread her wide. "Let's get her well wet!" The boy cried, he thrust into her, as the rest of the class cheered.
Amanda's head was pulled back over the edge of her, no, the desk, no longer hers. No human rights, she was a sow now, just a peice of meat, and soon to be the centrepeice of this evening's barbeque. Her mouth was helped open and the first of several young cocks thrust in. "Suck it hard sow, I want it big enough to split your ass wide open!"
Amidst the thrusting and cheers the sow, Amanda, felt her skin being twisted and pinched hard by the girls in the class as they assessed and compared her meat, her tits, her ass, her feet.
"What do you think," one girl asked, "she really good enough for a grade A or maybe she's only a grade B, y'know, for a stew?"
"Doesn't matter," one of the boys could be heard amongst the gruntings and gaspings as their near-virgin cocks spent themselves in each of sow Amanda's holes, all of them, no matter what order they chose they took turns from one hole to the next. "With only twenty sows for the whole schools I guess most of them will go for mince or a stew."
"Oh, right, I guess," but I was looking forward to, y'know, a little real meat, I've never really tasted girlsteak."
After using her on her back the boys and girls flipped the sow Amanda over and "spitted" her, two boys entering her together, one down her throat, "to open your passageways" and own in her ass. With their cocks already semi-spent it was many long minutes of thrusting and tearing of her mouth and ass before each boy came. And there were many boys, as the word had spread to neighbouring classes the boys streamed in to use the sow's holes as much as they could.
The sow, Amanada, didn't notice the passage of time, her body was tossed over and stuffed, fucked and assessed by all the pupils whol felt like doing so. In some part of her mind she knew the same would be happening in nineteen other locations around the school as all the sows were prepared for slaughter.
Finally a bell sounded over the PA system. "Twelve forty-five! Will you please deliver the sows to the kitchens please we have lost of work to do! Those who wish to observe the preparations can do so from the Great Hall.
Everyone knew about the "preparations" as the more sadistic members of the satff and the kitchen staff, awaited th emeat delivery. It would then take about six hours to properly cook the meat for the feast. A little longer if the sausage rolls and pasties were to be baked.
Sow Amanda's arms were tied tight behind her bacak as she was lifted to her feet and lead off through the corridors. Most of the boys and girls stayed behind to enjoy the pleasures of each others' company, but a few, including many of the younger ones, followed the Seniors as they led the sow down the long corridors.
Scores of inquisitive little hands and fingers, pinched and prodded the sow's meat as she was guided through the hallways. The crowds grew closer to the kitchens as other processions of sows and "helpers" converged on the Great Hall and the kitchens beyond.
[dedicated to dolcett r/p girl azur1957]
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