Chapter 13 - The Big Cheese Stands Alone
The former Producer of Specials for Female Network Television (the Modern
Woman's Channel) was ushered into the room by Mei Ling. Vikki was dressed in her
formal business attire of navy blue blazer, white blouse, navy blue skirt,
stockings and expensive black high heels.
Ashen faced and sweating heavily, her tour of the Tender Willow Clinic had
been terrifying. The Loving Lotus Prison had donated some slaughterhouse meat
and Mei Ling's demonstrations of the possiblities had been gruesome beyond
anything poor quaking Vikki could have imagined.
The Producer's aristocratic, rich bitch face flinched as she saw her entire
former Production Team lined up before her, touching their toes, transformed
into a row of obscenely exposed, mentally, physically and sexually abused
fucksluts. As a militant Women's Lib, Bull Dyke Lesbian who had picked them all
mainly for their looks, it hurt her to see them as beaten, raped over cunts
because of her. Seeing Pam the News Director viciously downtrodden was
particularly upsetting. Pam had spent a lot of time after her divorce with her
face buried in the Vikki's crotch expressing her gratitude for being given a
wonderful, totally undeserved job after such a long time out of the work force.
The row of grovelling, lewdly posed beauties was a silent reproach to her.
Each wore stockings, spike heels, elbow length black gloves and nothing
else. Each was bent over, the tips of her gloved fingers lightly touching the
toes of her spike heeled, fuck me pumps. All stared with grim concentration at
the pointed toes of their black, spit-shined high heels. A lot of tonguing had
gone into producing that spit-shine. Mei Ling's 'pep talk' was strong in their
minds. Her words had been short and to the point.
"Unless each and every one of you puts in a perfect, profoundly obedient
peformance, the weekly amputations will begin next week. We're talking your tits
and your clits to start with ladies, so do your very best!"
They did not dare to look up as the Producer and Mei Ling entered, but
stared down as instructed. Their legs were slightly parted so that their cunts,
rectums and the whisps of pubic hair between their legs were clearly presented.
Although not bound in any way, except by Mei Ling's ferocious discipline, each
wore a black ball gag and made no attempt to remove it. Their bare bums had been
shellacked to a bright, bright red by a spring loaded leather strap and were
exquisitely painful. Beneath their glowing bottoms, some brisk pumping with a
broomstick handle had given each trembling fuckslut a pair of swollen, fully
distended cuntlips. Their only jewelry was their glittering gold nipple rings,
clit rings and nose rings, piercings that adorned each one. Their taut,
twitching faces were painstakingly made up, their hair carefully coiffed. They
had been prepped carefully for this very special welcome party for Vikki.
Although still wearing her starched and pressed navy blue business outfit,
the Producer had yielded to Mei Ling's eloquence. She had been persuaded to
abandon her bra and panties and insert a butt plug, a piss-hole plug and a large
knobby dildo. Mei Ling had not yet laid a finger on the woman. Her gruesome
demonstrations combined with her persuasive skills and her brutally explicit
explanations of the possibilities had been sufficient.
Heavy, expensive drapes surrounded this delightful tableau. A candle lit
table with an expensive red silk table cloth dominated the room. A single place
setting of expensive china with a small silver fork, a silver butter knife and a
crystal goblet awaited the Producer of The China Reports. Mei Ling gestured at
the hand-carved chair in front of the place setting. Red faced and panting, the
Producer sat down very gingerly. Mei Ling explained the nature of the meal.
"Each member of your Production Team will provide one course of your meal,
providing both the food and the drink. You will eat it and drink it down to the
last morsel of food and the last drop of drink. If you fail to keep it down, the
woman providing that course will have her tits shellacked to the same bright red
as her bum."
Mei Ling played to Vikki's guilt.
"You have let your staff down very badly indeed with your bright idea for a
special. Please, don't let them down a second time."
The Producer, normally a haughty, aristocratic rich bitch, looked deeply
stricken.
"I will do my very best."
Mei Ling smiled, noting the small quaver in the rich bitch's voice. She
picked up a small silver platter. Mei ling walked over to the very full chested
beauty at the end of the row and spoke softly.
"OK, Pam, it's time to excrete the first course."
She held the platter under Pam's bright red bum. Pam's pretty face flushed
as she strained to squeeze a steaming turd onto the platter. When she was done,
Mei Ling patted her on the head like someone rewarding a pet dog for good
behaviour.
"That's very good, Pam! You're a real little performer!"
She did a double take at Pam's big melons.
"Well, maybe not so little!"
The surrounding handlers sniggered. Mei Ling lovingly coaxed Pam along.
"Now, Pam, if you could just give your esteemed Producer something to wash
it down with."
She held the crystal goblet between Pam's parted legs. Having piss hole
plugs repeatedly inserted and removed meant that Pam had a bit of blood in her
urine. It also meant that her piss hole was a bit swollen and urination was
difficult. Balanced against this, Mei Ling's brutally fierce discipline
techniques meant that poor Pam was very powerfully motivated indeed. Grimacing
with the pain, Pam strained hard and filled the expensive crystal goblet with
warm, bloody piss.
"Excellent! After all your trouble, I really hope that she can keep it down
and we don't have to give those big tits a hard paddle. You've been trying very,
very hard to please, haven't you, Pam?"
Pam, who could still feel the pig cum lodged deep in her cunt, nodded
tremulously. Mei Ling gave Vikki, the Producer, a bit of helpful advice on
etiquette.
"You have to thank the serving wench. Pam's going to come over here, bend
over and present her rosy red ass for you to kiss. I want you to plant one big,
fat, juicy kiss on each cheek."
Pam did as she was bid, bent over and brazenly presented her flaming ass.
Vikki touched her lips to each burning buttock. Pam's skin felt feverishly hot
to her lips and Pam flinched at the contact. Her red hot buns were exquisitely
painful indeed. Mei Ling pushed things along after this tender scene of
gratitude had been acted out and Pam had resumed her place in the row of beaten,
raped over fucksluts touching their toes.
Mei Ling went down the line. Each fuckslut excreted a sausage and micturated
a warm beverage. Each presented her rosy cheeks for Vikki to kiss. When she was
done, a row of brown steaming turds and glasses of yellow piss were lined up for
an ashen faced Vikki to gobble down. Vikki looked ill as she contemplated her
'meal'. Mei Ling encouraged her sweetly.
"It's very simple, Vikki. It seems big, but a big task is just a lot of
small tasks put together! Take it one mouthful at a time. Start with Pam's turd
before it gets cold. What's required is for you to slice off a small piece of
steaming, tender turd, spear it with your fork, put it in your mouth, chew
carefully and swallow. Then wash it down with a mouthful of Pam's warm, bloody
piss. Just keep going, mouthful by mouthful, until you're done! "
Vikki tried gamely. A woman who has been spoiled from birth has little
practise in ass-kissing, doing what she's told and eating shit. Her finely
manicured hands shook badly as she reluctantly sliced a very tiny piece from the
turd. Red faced, the veins standing out on her forehead, Vikki stabbed the tiny
turdlet with her fork. Visibly struggling, she delicately placed the turdlet on
her tongue, closed her mouth and began to chew. Her baby blue eyes bulged and
watered. She took a deep breath and swallowed. It regurgitated back up. Her
stomach acids burned into her sinuses. She forced it down and, although her
stomach was churning, kept it down. She looked down at her plate in despair.
This was only a very small part of what she was expected to do. Mei Ling was
warmly supportive.
"Very good, Vikki!"
Mei Ling allowed herself to look a bit concerned, but obviously determined
to keep up a positive attitude. She spoke enthusiastically.
"There's lots to go, though!"
She helpfully handed Vikki the crystal goblet.
"Here, wash it down with some of Pam's piss. A bit of her blood is curling
around in it, but that's just extra nutrition!"
Vikki tried to swallow. The tendons in her neck stood out like taut steel
cables as her throat muscles worked convulsively. After a hard struggle, she
lost it and puked all over the expensive table cloth. Broken completely, she
rested her head in the puke, sobbing bitterly. Mei Ling shook her head sadly.
"Well, ladies, it looks like your tits are going to glow."
Vikki bawled even harder as Mei Ling briskly instructed her row of lewdly
displayed fucksluts.
"Kneel and keep your hands behind your head at all times while the handlers
do their duty. I expect you to be brave and accept your punishment. You really
didn't expect anything else now, did you?"
The fucksluts hadn't and knelt resignedly. The handlers moved in with their
spring loaded leather straps. For a few moments, there was the crisp sound of
leather briskly slapping bobbing, bouncing boobs, punctuated by muffled squeals
of pain. Big bare breasts were lovingly worked over by trained professionals
until they stood out from each fuckslut's chest like two swollen, bright red
artillery shells. Mei Ling wrapped a hand in Vikki's hair and pulled her sobbing
head up off the table.
"I want you to kneel in front of each of these women that you have wronged,
kiss her nipples and apologise."
Vikki, crying hard, knelt and kissed a row of painfully inflamed nipples.
She apologised hoarsely to each grim-faced beauty. Mei Ling hustled things right
along. Even if dinner had proved to be a bit of a non-starter, there was always
the after dinner show. She clapped her hands for attention.
"Hands behind your backs, Ladies!"
The flushed, kneeling beauties, with their bright red boobs and bums burning
brightly, had their hands tied behind their backs and their ankles attached to
either end of leg-spreading steel bars. The bars were clamped down to the floor.
They moaned in fear as the drapes were pulled away in front of them and a row of
the dreaded two-holed breast guillotines was revealed, one in front of each
kneeling beauty.
The beauties screamed hysterically as their burning, bruised breasts were
forced into the twin holes of the guillotine and clamped firmly in place. The
straps that hugged them close to the path of the descending blade were cinched
tight. Leather helmuts were fitted on their heads and the loop in the back was
belted to their legspreaders forcing them to look up at the glittering razor
sharp blades, poised to descend.
"Come here, Vikki."
Next to Mei Ling, two burley handlers were holding up a heavy metal ball
attached to a chain hanging from the ceiling. As Vikki stepped up to them, they
simply handed her the metal ball and stepped away. Vikki gasped at the weight
and looked up at the chain. It ran along the ceiling and was attached to the
lynch pins of the guillotines. If she lowered it, the lynch pins would be pulled
and the blades would fall. Mei Ling smiled as Vikki started to sweat,
struggling to hold up the heavy round ball, made increasingly slippery by her
sweat.
"As you can see, if you drop the ball, your staff gets the chop."
The naked, kneeling beauties, their breasts on the line, became quite
voluble, squealing noisily into their gags. As Vikki began to sag, the kneeling
beauties watched with horror as their lynch pins slowly began to inch out. The
noise level in the room grew dramatically as the ball slowly slipped through
Vikki's fingers. She wrapped her arms around it and clasped it desperately to
her bosom. The veins stood out on her forehead as Vikki pleaded as prettily as
she knew how. Mei Ling stood firm.
"It's entirely up to you. You got them into this mess. Let's see you get
them out."
Pam, Red, Kathy, Chrissy and the rest all looked out of the corner of their
eyes at Vikki fighting her sad, doomed battle as she slowly sagged under the
weight of the heavy ball. All good things must come to an end. Vikki gasped in
gibbering horror as the ball suddenly slipped in her arms. The blades thundered
downwards. The inhuman shreiks of the beauties was piercing and were burned
forever into Vikki's memory. The heavy blades slammed down followed by a patter
of soft plops. The insane shreiking sounded like the screams of the damned in
the inner circle of a particularly fiendish hell.
Mei Ling touched Vikki's shoulder after letting her absorb the scene,
burning it into her psyche.
"Now that you've arrived and started them on their way, it's a slow Death of
a Thousand Cuts for your former Production Team. They've just made their first
weekly contribution. From now on, every week, they donate a different body part
to the kitchen. It'll be chopped up, cooked up and served to them tomorrow.
Imagine having to eat your own tits!"
Mei Ling faked a look of surprise.
"Oh, silly me, I keep forgetting. You'll be doing that soon enough, but
before we serve you up, the meat has to be tenderized."
Vikki looked at her numbly. Mei Ling laughed delightedly.
"Eventually, you will be all gone. Completely re-cycled. Yum! Yum! Problem
solved!"
Mei Ling grinned wolfishly at Vikki with the air of a she-fiend totally
satisfied with her hellish results.
"We're very environmentally friendly here!"
Mei Ling was having a good time, totally in her element, with the shreiks of
the damned ringing pleasantly in her ears. She addressed Vikki with the air of
the perfect hostess anxious to do a good job.
"I'll try to keep you all entertained in the meantime."
Mei Ling got back to business.
"I think that you should take off your clothes and come with me. Your former
staff is way ahead of you. You have a lot of catching up to do."
