Slechts Groot : Part 3

And these men were looking for the modern equivalents of sexual sacrifice. Their monies opened all possibilities for them, including, now, the use of Jaimie. None of these men, including Bill, intended for Jaimie to have anything remotely like a normal fuck. And that was never an intent at Slechts Groot. At this club, their money, their general status and their special penis size gave each of the men the permission to literally tear into a Slechts Groot girl. That was a big part of what they all thought that they had already paid for. Remember that it was Kees who sold the entire concept as 'without restraint'. Any girl going to work for Kees needed to have paid attention to that basic rule, for the members certainly felt that they had 'paid attention', up front.

Several of the men actually shook Jaimie's hand as Bill walked her down the stairs. She was more than slightly overwhelmed by the number and sizes of penis equipment that were on display. She began to understand what these kind of men might be wanting. More than a few trembles accompanied her to the stage area. When she finally gave attention to the stage, Jaimie noticed that it was now setup quite differently than the last time that she saw it. In the middle of the riser, was an old fashioned wooden 'X', with shackles for the wrists at the top of the X and shackles for the ankles at the bottom of the X. And the whole wooden X pivoted, so that it might be adjusted after loaded with a female. Bill smacked her butt and said, "Baby, just take off the bottom. The cute top and shoes can stay."

She looked around and saw the men moving down the aisles and stairs, all stroking their huge penises to erection as they did. 'Oh, boy' was a fleeting exclamation that was heard only within her thoughts. On automatic, she reached for her black G-string, and pulled it down and off. The X was semi vertical. And Bill had her walk up to it, where he then assisted her wrists into the top shackles and latched them in place. He then stroked down her beautiful dancer legs, one at a time, to each ankle. The X was over three foot wide at the bottom spread, and Bill had to help Jaimie spread very wide for each ankle to reach its shackle. Then he latched each ankle, with its matching black high heel beneath it. It was a very nasty vision of this raven haired beauty, stripped nude, all held in place, and ready to be done. Bill reached up to the top of the X and pivoted it forward, raising her heels off the ground, making her pussy very adjustable in accessability. Any guy, who might want to walk up the middle of her spread legs, would get an unrestricted shot at her pussy, as it dangled spread wide and in clear space. Bill had helped with her transport and setup, so he felt that he deserved to be first tonight. In addition, his motivation to be first included his thoughts of other girls, who, in the past, had been placed into this identical situation. Since many of those pussies and asses, and sometimes even the girl's own life, had not made it past the first couple of men, Bill thought it very important to get his satisfaction before Jaimie might be literally 'done in'.

Bill moved around between her legs and walked to her pussy, while he stroked himself to his normal full size. In his case, it was an 11.5 inches of thick heavy muscle. He greased up with lube, and immediately started into what these guys referred to only as a fuck bucket. That was how Bill and the other five members now saw her, not as a Jaimie, but as a white meat fuck bucket that was locked in place and ready to ram. With each hand pinching up a very tightly pronounced butt cheek, he pulled her rear apart for easier entry. In only a matter of a few strokes, Bill was buried in her and proving that her vagina was already a well stretched bag. Such a characteristic could save a girl's life at this place! Of course, safe reassurance was not in the thoughts of any of these men.

Rather, they would adjust their performance, and still try very 'hard' to ...plow on through... Hey, these fellows had an agenda.

Unfortunately, Jaimie had been more than a little slow to figure out how far the members at Slechts Groot allowed themselves to go. Being already shackled to a big wooden X, having no bottoms on, and getting a huge penis banged deep inside her, was enlightening. But it all became a revelation, when she considered that five more guys as big or bigger were to follow. And that the men's attitudes were? All revolving around assaulting a beautiful woman with penises? The more damage to a little girl, the higher the score? These guys had become morbidly hard to arouse. That Jaimie was outstandingly beautiful and a sort of Slechts Groot virgin were qualities that made her a target for the guys, a turn on that included the thought of her as an excellent sexual sacrifice. It was their club. And the men made up their own rules, as they proceeded through each and every eventful night.

Kees and Kala had appeared up at the top of the rows of seats. They were there to see how or if Jaimie fared. Both knew that it was not just based upon her prep over the last few months, but also the luck of her draw tonight. That is, how many men, how large each might be, how ferocious each might be feeling on this particular night, and the entry that they chose (the X frame unrestricted deep entry, in this case) were just as important as how well prepped and genetically stretchable the girl might be. As Kees and Kala looked down to the stage area, they saw Jaimie locked on that X, huffing, puffing, whimpering, scratching her nails into the wood, as Bill's ass humped up and down, back and forth. The little rhythmic background music was not meant to, and did not, mask the sounds. The heavy thump and thuds of Bill thrusting into her were quite audible, bouncing off the walls and up the stairs and through the aisles. The look and sound of Jaimie as the 'white meat fuck bucket' for that night was a continuous turn on for the remainder of the wolf pack. All the guys were impatiently waiting their turn.

Polite as he may have been when first meeting Jaimie, Bill's intent was just as extreme as it might be for most other club members. He looked down at her defined and very balanced body, and the jet black pony tails draping down between the upper arms of the X. He reached for her left hand, grabbed her fourth finger and rolled her wedding band around. He pulled the finger and band up slightly, for all the other guys to see. Some 'Ja vohl', ''vrouw', 'Frau', 'femme marie' mutterings amongst the German, Dutch and French representatives.

Then Bill put both of his hands back to the butt cheeks, pulled those apart as wide as possible and pumped hard, with a twisting, true screwing, action. The site and sound became, as intended, a truly gross interpretation of violent punches, as they rippled deeply within the lean white body. Such powerful internal body shots seemed to have little to do with ordinary sex and a lot more to do with meat tenderizing. The long powerful strokes carried on for 15 to 20 minutes. Then Bill erupted within...causing his own spasm and, in turn, a powerful spasm of the vagina that he had been poking so hard and so long. The cum was dripping out, even before he withdrew his penis. When he plopped out, even from Kees's and Kala's viewing platform, high above the stage, it was very easy to see the gaping red pussy. The cum dribbled into mid air and fell directly upon the stage floor. The entire female 64 inch 'slab of white meat' still was quivering.

A local black man named Jake, with 12 inches, took over, and banged her almost senseless. Surprisingly, no new rips! Third was a white fellow from the UK. You know, Brit, stiff upper lip and 'all that', including a stiff 12.75 inches. Fairly rough in his delivery, he did make some new rips into the minora ring. The product of red streaked cum drained down both inner legs. Fourth was another black man, a Robin from Ohio in the USA, Jaimie's home state. He and the fifth attacker, a French man with 13 inches, made the fuck bucket wider and deeper and fairly swollen. In total? To that point? Jaimie had actually done rather well.

The last man up was Otto, a German industrialist. Even at Slechts Groot, and amongst a group of men like those mentioned previously, Otto was considered extreme. Extreme? Whether caused by his own strange sadistic family members, a chemical imbalance throughout his development, an actual genetic mistake or the effect of having an abnormally large penis or the combination of all those things, the result was rather sociopathic. Otto could remain stiffly aroused for long periods of time, based only upon thoughts of sexual torture. Kees, and everyone else at Slechts Groot, knew that Otto had his own private sessions, back in Germany. An author, Thomas Harris, would cover the existence of men like Otto, eleven years later, in a novel, Red Dragon, when a Dr. Lecter would be presented to the world. In Otto's case, his sociopath personality did not include cannibalism, well not blatant, and seemed to be exhibited 100 percent through sexual forms of torture. Usually using only enough restraint to maintain his precarious membership, Otto was the worst person on Earth for Jaimie to encounter.

Otto's equipment? A knobby 13 inches to begin with. Hard, and harder when accomplishing changes inside a female. Then, way ahead of his time, for 1970, Otto had his penis pierced with four separate silver barbell studs along his length. As well, he had a large ring hanging from the head of his penis, large enough, so that when he was hard he could swivel it up from under the head and then over the top of the head, sort of popping in place behind the head or sulcus. The inside of the ring, the side that fitted him, was smooth. The outside of the ring, that which raked through the vagina, was purposefully rough and bumpy, sort of like a wood file surface.

Otto walked up behind Jaimie. She had caught her breath and was swiveling her head as best she could, to try to get a view of who might be next. But from her latched in position, she could only peer a little behind each shoulder. So, she just got a brief glimpse of Otto's head and face, and that was seen only before he moved up through the center of her parted legs. He stood looking at the sprawled out beauty. In his mind, more than in anyone else's mind, was a plan to make a real sexual sacrifice. This body, this meat, had been laid out for him. It certainly was better than what he had been able to work on, back home, at his German estate. He looked around the room, as if to assess any limits that might be placed upon him. That is, if any could be. He noted Kees up at the top of the stairs. Kees gave no response of any kind. And Otto simultaneously projected a wicked smile and twisted brow, then turned back to the project.

He put his hands out and softly felt up the body in front of him. He pinched muscle, he stretched legs and arms, he felt under the body and around to the front. He found firm breast material there and began needing it like dough. Then he grabbed both nipples. He pulled on them, as if he were trying to remove them.

"Oh...", from the mouth. And while it was open, he quickly reached up to grab it with both hands. He yanked it open, wide, wider, then too wide. He did not look at the face, rather he kept working on the mouth while he remained behind her. His hardening metal clad penis rubbed over the lower back and buttocks of the body beneath him. After he had the soft facial cheeks pulled far away from the teeth and gums, he held them at that point while the index finger of each hand reached up and jammed into a nostril. Then, while constantly stretching that mouth, forcing each side to flip inside out and back as far as he could, he used those index fingers of his to poke deeper into the nostrils and stretch them also up, out to the side, and back. Without ever looking at it, he knew that he had the face well deformed.

"Uuuuuh. Uuuuuh. Rasp. Gulp. Gulp. Whimper. Eeeeeeeeeeeow. Gulp. Rasp." Were the only sounds escaping. He smiled as he poked, pulled and twisted harder. All he actually saw, and all he actually needed to see, was the back of a head that had dark black hair coming out of it, and each of his arms disappearing forward under a large pony tail on each side of that head. All he needed to feel, and actually did feel, were his fingers within the nostrils, the cheeks, and even into the throat just before he flared those fingers open wildly in all directions. He was literally pulling apart whoever's face that might be.

"EEEEEEYEOW...snork...rasp, rasp...snork...gulp...gurgle, glub, glub...gurgle...uuuuuuh...kahhhwk...gurgle.", were sounds that came from the front of the dark haired head, as Otto reworked it at his pleasure for another 5 minutes. During that time, he rarely looked down at the back of that head, choosing to stand at attention while holding the head out toward the wall as he continued to rework the face into a mush. Then, he released the face. The head fell forward, and he pulled his hands back. As they appeared from under each pony tail, each hand dripped a thick bright moist red. His penis had become fully erect while he was working on the face. Now he wanted to use his penis to 'tear through the middle of the meat' that lay beneath him.

From its piercing under his glans, he flipped his metal ring up and over the head of his giant penis. When hooked behind his sulcus, its rough edges aimed out from the top. And his four barbell studs projected at equal distances along that length of the ventral or bottom surface of his penis. In a few seconds, he would use lubricant only for his own sake, just to get it quickly in and quickly moving. Otto had a perverse pride involving his equipment. It was a pride in the size of his penis, its metal stud type projections, and the impressive damage that the combination could do.

As he prepared to mount, he looked back, grinned once more, and waved at Kees with one of his gooey bright red hands. Both Kees and Kala quickly left the room. Then Otto lubed a little, stepped up behind the unprotected pelvic spread, and began to bury his Frankenstein monstrosity of flesh and metal, with full depth and force, all delivered at a sewing machine speed. He never looked down as he felt himself accomplishing his wonders, his brutally massive changes. Without his eyes bothering to direct it, his penis continued the relentless duty of a tool, combining the functions of punching, plowing and puncturing. He only stared off into the corner of the stage as if he were dazed. And when exposed to the horrific sounds, he just smiled and continued to stare into that space, while pumping harder and faster. In the past, while standing over his other 'slabs of meat', as well as now with this one, he would merely mutter, "Frish, Grund, Fleisch. Dein frisches Hackfleisch erhalten kommen." (fresh, ground, meat. Come and get your fresh ground meat.)

Just less than 30 seconds earlier, after Kees and Kala had rushed away from Otto's work, and back into the main lounge of Slechts Groot, the soundproof door had provided its all important service by closing tightly behind them.