Chapter 2 – When Emily Went to the Club

That taxi ride was over a year ago. Now Emily herself was standing in the slow-moving queue waiting outside the entrance to G.M.I.D.. After a long wait she had almost reached the door, yet the line behind her was no shorter than when she arrived. The women in the queue were beautiful, hardly any older than herself (and many clearly younger), all looking expectant but, surprisingly, mostly wearing simple old clothes - barely a hint of jewellery or a fashionable cut amongst them. She didn’t really consider why there were no boys in the line until she saw a handsome young man walk pass the queue directly to the entrance. He was let in immediately and a ripple of excited conversation ran through the women waiting to enter.
Emily overheard two girls arguing about which of them had more chance of attracting the guy who had just walked past them. It didn’t seem that any of the girls had any shame, every conversation she could overhear was about the hope that they would be the ones who would satisfy the guy’s desires that night, between their legs or maybe even under his thumb.

It was nearly Emily's turn. There was only one girl in front of her, a pretty blonde called Helen, one side of her chest so full it stretched her jumper, the other side appearing completely flat. Emily had been speculating, as she waited in the line, if she had a breast there at all. Stepping up to the reception desk before her, Helen was greeted warmly by the woman sitting there, clearly she was a regular, and Emily came to the conclusion that she really was missing one of her boobs. Helen was told preparation room two was free and she headed off with the confidence of an experienced reveller.

The membership fees for G.M.I.D. were outrageously high. In addition, although it was a lifetime membership, there was still a substantial entry fee every night. It was definitely not a cheap club to join, but it was rumoured to be worth every penny. Men received both free membership and entry, the fees only applied to females.

Emily fumbled nervously with her shiny, new, gilt-edged membership card as she waited the last few seconds before she could walk to the desk. She had never spent so much money before. When she had sent the cheque off - with her application form, and a personal sexual history – she had trouble really believing that her life-savings had gone on a single club membership. When her note of acceptance and card had arrived, only a few days later, she had sat simply holding the card in her hands, barely able to contain the mix of emotion that had whirled through her brain. Now she raised her head up, walked firmly over to the receptionist, and handed over both her membership card and the credit card needed to pay her admittance for the night.

"Congratulations on becoming a member of Girl's Most Intimate Desires or G.M.I.D. for short.", greeted the receptionist when she saw that this was Emily’s first visit.

After being given a receipt she was pointed towards a door marked ‘Initiation Room 4’ where, she was told, an inductress would meet her. Emily walked slowly to the door and took a deep breath. This was it. She had finally joined the most exclusive and expensive snuff club for girls anywhere in the country.

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Now would be a good moment to step back from Emily, and see how she comes to find herself at this particular door, to this particular club.

Not that long after the mapping of the human genome many biotech companies, anxious to recoup their massive investment, began, first privately, and then openly, to start engineering foetuses to improve the human race. The results were very promising at first, but the science of genetics was imperfectly understood, and slowly a whole swathe of unexpected consequences began to emerge.

The first unpredicted result, apparent only after thirty years as the second generation was born, was a massive skewing in the balance of females to males, barely one male to every twenty females. Although not foreseen, this didn’t appear a disastrous consequence and little was done. It was only as these males grew-up, weak, subservient and with barely any sex drive, that questions really started to be asked.

What happened to many of the growing females caused considerably more shock. Their sex drive, their pain sensing mechanisms, and the centre of their sense of self, seemed to have become inextricably intertwined. The world now saw a breed of women who could only achieve true pleasure while being dominated, abused and hurt by their sexual partners, women whose sex drives ran through every aspect of their waking lives. When it became clear that many millions of these females also now had an irresistible urge to seek out men who would degrade, torture and kill them, many governments gave up the unequal struggle and legalised snuff for all willing parties.

The final act in this inept chapter of science was the year when nearly every child born had no sexual organs at all. Faced with the imminent prospect of a catastrophic population decline, the governments of the world finally got their acts together and banned any further artificial selection. This left the mutations that had already been bred into the human race, but prevented a further deterioration. The hope was that old-fashioned natural selection would eventually breed out these self-destructive traits - and in the meantime the social order would just have to change to accommodate them.

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Back at G.M.I.D. Emily was sure she had done the right thing. This had to be good, why else would there be so many women queuing up and paying a fortune to be part of it? She knew she could be snuffed at any time - it was stated in the contract she had signed when she applied for membership. The thought both excited her and scared her almost witless. She could be killed by any male member while on the premises of the club. She was just a toy, and any guy could use her as he pleased - and ultimately snuff her, if he liked, in any way that caught his fancy.

Emily was hoping against desperate hope that she would be able to seduce a guy into snuffing her. In a way she found hard to express, the tangle of her botched genetic code left her needing that which she hated and feared most. She knew now it was the same for every woman here - they had a natural revulsion from pain, they felt humiliated by the crude names they were called as they suffered, and they despised the disgusting acts that were performed on them, or that they were expected to perform - but at a deeper level their souls cried out for these very things and would not be silenced.

She remembered Nicole telling her how the girls competed for the attentions of the guys, often carrying out painful and degrading acts either on themselves or their friends, to wet the man’s sadistic lusts and be selected for his night of fun. She had listened, rapt, as Nicole told her about one extremely lucky girl who had been snuffed the very first night she joined, but she knew such cases were rare. The guys understood the fractured minds of the girls who came to the club, and loved to torture them by letting them wonder if their turn would finally come. Sometimes the guys just teased the girls, playing on their desperation for attention and any sort of depravity. They loved to see some of the more frantic women beg to be snuffed, and purposefully denied their requests. Emily, like them all, hoped to find a sadistic guy who would inflict the most extreme torture upon her and snuff her slowly, so that she could feel all the pain until the end - it would fulfil her needs. Unfortunately she was only one among many. With all the other girls feeling just like her, and competing for the few guys that visited the club, any girl would consider herself lucky to get picked by a guy to be his snuff toy. It was something all the girls who had joined G.M.I.D. passionately wanted.

The other twist, possibly the cruellest result, was that while there were many girls who shared her needs there were only a handful of guys. Men who actively enjoyed the extremes that G.M.I.D. offered were few and far between before the genetic disasters, now they were almost impossibly rare.

Even after being selected by a man, girls were often not snuffed, the guys just playing with them. Rather than nothing the women would take any abuse, both verbal and physical they could get. Helen, who was even now preparing herself in a room across the corridor, had experienced her high-point to date with a deviant who had slowly sliced off one of her breasts (Emily’s speculation had been right). Luckily for her the guy had not been content with just that one act of cruelty. Even as he was cutting, he had another girl piss on her face, while he shouted a humiliating stream of vindictive abuse at her throughout the torment. Despite this – even though he had looked at her mutilated form, laughed, and walked off – Helen had felt hollow inside as her world dropped away, knowing she was going to live.

Beatings with whips, canes and paddles, cutting with knives and saws, jamming pins, needles and even skewers through the most sensitive parts, most of the women here had suffered and cried through the most extreme abuse - hoping for the ultimate high of being snuffed. Sometimes the men, jaded by a steady stream of willing victims, would actually torture the girls by doing absolutely nothing to them (besides grinning and oggling their naked bodies). This was the worst kind of torture - all the girls were desperate for pain and abuse - they came here to be treated like worthless pieces of filth to be trampled on, being left alone usually left them feeling bereft.

This story is a fantasy, set in another place, with only the slightest passing nod to our reality as it’s glimpsed on a distant horizon. If this isn’t immediately apparent to you, I strongly suggest you seek urgent psychiatric care.