There was a noise off stage as Mistress went back to the tray and snapping something under the nose of the girl, she woke up with a start. Lifting the girl’s head by her hair, Mistress wagged a finger in her face and then tapped her wrist shaking her head. That’s when Brooklyn heard it. The unmistakable sound of hoofs clopping their way across the courtyard. She watched as the younger of the Miss’ led the beast onto the stage and paraded it around with it’s obvious erection swaying as it walked. Mistress lifted the girl’s head so she could get a good look at the new performer and then ran her fingers in the girl’s mouth getting them covered in a mess of thick blood. She moved down to the girl’s rear and hugging her bottom and kissing the little button she looked into the camera and forced her fingers inside. The girl tried to buck but between the exhaustion and the restraints she barely moved under this new assault and just gave a worn out groan. As she was preparing the victim her assistants were bent under the horse keeping him ready for the act.
Taking hold of the reins Mistress Sophie led the beast over his victim so he was straddling the poor girl. Brooklyn watched as the assistants guided the head of his massive cock to the girl’s blood smeared rear. Using their hands they pulled her arse wide open and she screamed as the head was pushed inside. Mistress Sophie stayed at his head and offered encouragement to him as he thrust in and out. She had tried to scream as he was thrusting but it knocked the wind out of her and she just made a squeaking noise as the horse pulled in and out forcing her to breathe. Brooklyn couldn’t understand how the horse was so deep inside her, surely it was in the girl’s chest at this point. It looked like she was also being crushed by the horse and she thought she heard the sound of snapping bone. Surely she was dead now. Why were they carrying on? Why were they so cruel?
Satisfied with his work the girls on stage pulled the horse from the girl but he didn’t want to leave her and they had to work to control him and pull him off stage. The camera showed the close up of the girl’s rear. It was a bloody mess with all sorts of fluids mixed together and her insides hanging out like some sort of horrific tail. Mistress Sophie went back to the girl with the tray who was still standing there unmoved and picked up another syringe. Again the girl was dosed in the neck but this time she didn’t jerk awake she just gave a small flop. As the girls returned Mistress danced to the music for the audience as they undid the girl and lifted her from the table. Two sets of maids come on one to remove the table and the other two carrying what looked like some sort of exercise frame for doing waits and chin ups. They clipped the bar holding her head and wrists into the sides and left her fighting to hold herself up so she didn’t choke on the collar. It looked like she could only take her weight on one leg, the other just hung limply from her bruised and misshapen hip. With her insides gently swaying as she tried to keep her balance and fight for every moment of life. The younger of her assistants, the girl that had woken Brooklyn, took a seat cross legged under what remained of this once normal and happy girl. She started to push her arm inside that horrific tail and pull more of it out of her, covering herself in blood and viscera. As she did that, Mistress handed the older Miss a knife and she started to cut strips of flesh from the girls side letting them hang down like some sort of ghoulish skirt. The girl wasn’t even making noise any more, she was clearly still alive but her mind had shut down by now. Mistress pulled out a razor and used it to cut off the girl’s eyelids and threw them onto the floor and whispered to the girl, “I don’t want you to miss your grand finale”.
With that the two assistants took the girl by her shoulders and held her as Mistress released her from the bar. Then she bent down and picked up the pile of intestines on the floor, wrapped it around the girl’s neck and threw it over the bar. Walking behind the girl she took hold of the cord made from the girl’s own flesh and whispered in her ear, “Look up at the screen. I’ve made you beautiful” and then hoisted the girl up on her own intestines.
She still had some fight left in her as she was lifted off of the floor and tried to kick out and pull at the cord around her neck. Brooklyn wanted to cry. It felt wrong not to, but there wasn’t anything left in her. She knew that is what would have been done to her if she hadn’t knelt. She knew that Sir would do something like that to her if she wasn’t a good enough toy. The audience watched in stunned silence as the girl gave her last fight. She didn’t last long, it was mostly the drugs that had kept her going. As her last twitches were still happening the three girls took their place at the front of the stage and took a bow to cheering from the crowd. As they turned and left, Sir’s voice came over the PA.
“After a short break to clear the stage dinner will be served.”
And with that the show and this girl’s life were over in a horrible few minutes. A bustle of activity crossed the stage as girls in filly black and white dresses cleared away the mess and equipment. The rumble of the crowd talking to each other and the soft string music returned. Soon apart from the stains on the stage and the images burned into Brooklyn’s mind were the only things that remained.
The rest of the night seemed tame by comparison. She watched as the twins were lifted from their coals, carved up, and served by the maids. Each one thinking how luck they were to only be serving not served. She watched as more guests killed girls as they fucked them. It was all a blur until she saw Sir leave with his two guests. He didn’t even look at her. She watched as the crowd got thinner and thinner, with the maids pushing around a wheelbarrow to collect the dead, heading them up like rags. That’s all they were. Rags to soak up mess.
She looked down to see the younger Miss smiling up at her with one of the other ornaments hooded and her arms bound behind her on a lead.
“It’s time cutie.”
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