TESSA JOY GRAY, AGE 32, RATING C-,
COLONIC IRRIGATION ORDERLY
13,190 words

FM, rape, FF, tort, snuff, inc, rape.

DOLCETT WORLD STORY

In my stories, Dolcett is a County, Freeville being its capital City.
Basically anything goes in Freeville, public nudity and public sex are so common 
it is not an issue in fact it is openly encouraged, any act of indecency, incest and 
all other once sexual crimes were wiped from the statute books many centuries 
ago.

As an example Rape once considered a heinous crime is now totally reversed, if 
a girl or woman even hints at refusal or dissent for a sexual act requested of her 
by a male, she could be declared 'Frigid' which of course attracts a mandatory 
death sentence. To be carried out with extreme brutality this being to convey the 
message that such actions other than total subservience by any woman is legally 
and morally unacceptable in the Dolcett County.

Dolcett County was courageous enough to first legalize cannibalism of females 
only, many centuries ago, pioneered the mass culling of overweight and ugly 
women (80% of female population) then introduced annual beauty tests to further 
reduce the population then later a minimum labia size rating to cull all but the 
perfect female. 

All this came about after the great ‘Male Mammal’ extinction in the early 21st 
century after genetic experiments went wrong trying to increase female dairy cow 
birth rates and reduce males. Somehow the rogue gene jumped species, wiping 
out all mammals within a century and depleted human males to less than 1% of 
the female population.

The first 'Gynophagia Processing Plant' was opened in Freeville, industrializing 
the slaughter of women for their meat.

‘Dolcett County’ is simply was a shining example to the rest of the country what 
can be done to increase societies sexuality and exploit the female protein 
resources.

It was a lowly position; she was one of the myriad of invisible naked slave 
workers that did their work without notice or reward but never complaining. In fact 
Tessa loved her job operating a colonic irrigation machine at the ‘Gynophagia 
Process Plant’ cleansing the bowels of hundreds of women going for termination. 
She was totally fascinated with the female anus and genitalia and indulged in 
herself in hurting the women she processed, watching them scream and writhe in 
agony that would often make her climax.

Power douching of the rectum and vagina were her particular bent in causing 
agony, not only the physical pain but the excruciating embarrassment that some 
women suffered having their vagina and anus invaded so violently for the first 
and last time of their lives.

She always greeted the Sows with respect and kindness chatting to them as if 
they were arriving for a hair appointment, and after the violent assault of the most 
intimate body parts pushing fingers into urethras and her hands into their vagina 
and anus under the pretence of finding secreted objects of value. Then she 
would gently assist them from the cleansing table and help them onto the 
tenderizing torture table and bade them farewell with a gentle kiss.

She was very tall, somewhat anorexic with a beautiful face that made people 
take a second look at her and often make an involuntary gasp on seeing her for 
the first time. On her beauty assessment she failed by a wide margin much to her 
surprise she always considered herself to be reasonably attractive with more 
than average labia and clitoris the size of a boy’s penis in fact, but her svelte 
frame and elegant gait did little to impress the judges. The deciding factor in 
gaining her ‘C- rating’ was her breasts, one perfect, one quite hideously 
malformed. Few dared to comment on her deformity, with exception of the 
‘Beauty Test’ judges who were mercilessly scathing. 

She had lived her whole life with her father until her assessment; she missed 
their lovemaking terribly and could only find any sexual comfort by her weekly 
visits to the recreational sex building at the Collection Centre, anonymous and 
brutal but to her liking. Now she lived at a Sow Hostel with her Slut co-workers all 
waiting for the arrival of their ‘Certificate of Termination’. It was well over two 
years now since her assessment and she knew she was on borrowed time.

Tessa loved her job so much she photographed every pretty anus she irrigated 
and would spend hours gazing at the pictures that she found deeply spiritual. On 
the other hand she longed for the day to slice off her hated breasts and end the 
torment they have given her since puberty, how her father loved her before her 
breasts formed. He stopped his attentions when the ugliness of her deformity 
became apparent. Her father had little choice but to declare her younger sister 
first born and eject Tessa from the family home.

Today Tessa had a particular pleasant day, she had been called over to the post 
natal processing line due to the excessive numbers of women that had reached 
their birth limit and required disposal processing. The shrill screams of the 
agonies she inflicted on these unfortunate mothers still made her ears ring and a 
warm feeling of accomplishment in her heart, Tessa was deeply resentful about 
being passed over for the breeding program and took great delight in her unfair 
revenge on the mothers who had reached their ‘Used By Date’. 

She walked home through the park, probably not the wisest path to take but she 
was highly aroused by the days work and was hoping for what was about to 
transpire.

“Hey…., Slut stop right there,” came a voice from the darkness, she immediately 
stopped and adopted a display pose and parted her outer labia with one hand 
revealing her pendulous inner labia and waited for the owner of the voice to 
appear folding her other arm over her malformed breast, “Have I had you before, 
skinny slut,” said the man coming into view holding his 8” erection.

“I don’t think so sir, but I’ve been raped so many times it’s hard to remember 
every man that has taken his right with me in the park,” said Tessa with a meek 
voice.

“How many times you been raped in this park then?”

“This will be the thirty second time Sir.”

“Don’t presume I’m going to fuck you slut.”

“No, Sir, sorry Sir, what ever you want, Sir.”

“What rating are you, you look too good to be a Slut.”

“C-, Sir,” murmured dreading the thought of exposing her breasts and turning him 
off her rape.

“Damn, they have raised the standards lately, bend over and grip your ankles, 
legs apart, I’m going to give you fifty, you complain, or let go of your ankles I’ll 
start again, clear.”

Tessa complied without hesitation; at least she would be hiding her breasts from 
view, “are you going to rape me Sir?”

“Co’s I going to rape you but not until your buttocks and the back of your legs are 
bleeding, count the strokes!”

“One…., two…, three…,” Tessa counted out her strokes out load, hissing them 
out in pain, he was a big guy and hit hard. Most of the strokes were on the back 
of her anorexic legs causing her great pain and was relieved to feel his rigid 
member enter her vagina.

He thrust hard and every time he withdrew Tessa squeezed hard with her vaginal 
muscles and within twenty strokes she felt a cool splash of semen on her 
battered cervix, bringing a huge smile to her face as he withdrew his penis with a 
grunt.

“Be on your way, that was a good session, I’ll fuck your anus next time, stand up 
and be on your way after you’ve sucked me clean.”

Tessa swung round on her toes and squatted down still hiding her breasts from 
view, she took his dripping penis into her mouth and sucked and licked him clean 
for a few minutes then got up and walked off she gave a backward glance but the 
man was already gone to look for his next victim.

“Not bad,” Tessa murmured to herself, “Yummy cum, I enjoyed that immensely,” 
feeling the sting on her buttocks and legs and the semen running down the inside 
of her legs. She stopped and squatted over the palm of her hand to eject a large 
gob of semen then greedily licked her hand and fingers clean, “yummy…, what a 
great day!”

She arrived at ‘Bravo Sow Hostel’ to be met by the house mother Bettina, “Oh, 
Tessa look at the state of you, you’ve been through the park again, why do you 
do it, go and have a shower and a level three irrigation, we have a meeting in the 
dining room in an hour. Full make-up, and presentation, please.”

“Mummy, a level three irrigation, boy I’ve been doing that all day,” moaned Tessa 
as she walked down the corridor she glanced into the vast dining room expecting 
to see the table set and the room being readied for the evening meal, but the 
room was empty and the long dining table was bare.

“Go on Tessa you’re already late,” shouted Bettina down the hall.

A cold shiver ran through her body as she realized something really important 
was about to happen as she picked up her pace to burst into the shower room to 
be confronted by a hundred naked Sows all in frenzy to make themselves 
presentable.

“What’s going on,” she screamed to no one in particular.

“Oh Tessa, it’s something really big, really big, we’ve all had to have a level three 
irrigation, all of us that’s a pre-termination level, all of us,” sniffed Hayley as she 
ran off ripping a comb through her hair.

Tessa entered the irrigation room and the half dozen women on the irrigation 
machine were crying in pain as the bowels were forcibly cleansed or vomiting 
violently as their stomach were pumped.

“Next, oh Tessa, I think you know this procedure quite well, now you’re on the 
receiving end now but I’m not as brutal as you are to the ‘GPP’ sluts,” said the 
irrigator orderly.

“Post natal mothers today actually, ouch,” said Tessa as the probe was rammed 
into her urethra and the suction pipe into her anus. 

“Nice, beating, all perfectly parallel, what an expert, where did you get that 
done?”

“A guy in the park, I really enjoyed it, big cock too,” Tessa mused.

“Mmm, might take a walk through there myself.”

“Feel free, I have an inkling I won’t be going back there.”

The women from ‘Bravo State Slave Dormitory’ filed into the dining room with 
trepidation forming ranks and waiting for their house mother Bettina to arrive.

“Bravo Sluts…., attention,” screamed Tessa as she saw Bettina emerge from her 
office.

“Thank you girls, display..,” commanded Bettina before she bowed her head and 
let out a long painful sob that sent a shiver of fear and apprehension round the 
gathered women. She raised her head and with tear filled eyes and continued.

“When I call your name please step forward to receive your ‘Certificate of 
Termination’ and then sit down at the table and wait for instructions,” said Bettina 
with a trembling voice as she with drew a table cloth off a pile of packages.

Immediately almost every woman in the room began to wail and sob, one woman 
rushed forward and quickly counted the packages then turned back to the crying 
women.

“There are fifty packages, fifty fucking packages, fifty of us are going to be 
tortured to death, and processed, arrrgh, arrgh,” sobbed the woman her breasts 
bouncing with every sob.

“Nora please return to your position, that’s fifty strokes for you CT or not!”

Bettina called out name after name with out once looking at a list she had already 
committed the names to memory, as each sobbing woman took their package 
from Bettina she embraced them. Patting and kissing them and trying to comfort 
them and coax them to sit at the table so she could continue.

Thirty women sat round the table, some toyed with the box that bore their name 
some just stared it, most nervously tugged on their nipple ring that they knew 
they soon would have to rip from their breast to authenticate their certificate.

Bettina stood silent for a long time toying with the first of the last twenty packages 
that were of a different colour to the first thirty, which she held up to display.

“Occasionally as expected we have seen girls from Bravo receive their CT’s and 
leave to be processed, that is what we expect to happen,” she paused for a long 
time again trying several times to start speaking again and again sending a 
shiver of foreboding around the silent room, “but all your CT’s today are very, 
very different, at the end of this week there is going to be a huge public torture & 
hanging of over fifty women who have transgressed the ‘Female Servitude’ laws 
namely if I may use the word on this occasion ‘Frigidity’” a gasp of horror swept 
round the room and she waited for silence to continue.

“It will be a huge event, in which there will be a mass snuffing of some thirty Sluts 
you first thirty ladies are all to be tortured to death for the entertainment of the 
citizens,” Bettina faltered again unable to continue.

Tessa poured a glass of water and helped her house mother take a drink as the 
sobbing from the seated women started to increase.

“And what, of these women, Mummy, what of them?” Asked Tessa but Bettina 
was still unable to answer but handed Tessa the first package with ‘Tessa Joy 
Gray’ on it.

Tessa put down her package and picked up the next and read out the name and 
beckoned the woman to come and take it, Tessa read out the nineteen names 
picked up her package and sat down then turned in her chair towards her house 
mother.

“Mummy, please tell us, what is going to happen to us girls with the green 
package.”

Bettina looked up from the glass of water, gripping the glass so tightly she 
crushed it sending shards of glass into her hand that immediately ran with blood 
that pooled on the floor, ignoring the pain she blurted her response.

“Once you have verified your package with your nipple ring you will be 
immediately taken this instant to the, the…., ‘Institute of Torture Research’ for 
torture experimentation for the coming event, none of you will survive that day.”

Tessa stood up and put her arm round her sobbing house mother, “shall I 
continue you sit down pet, I know it from here,” said Tessa receiving a nod from 
Bettina as she collapsed exhausted into a chair and watched the blood drip from 
her lacerated hand.

“Quite please, may I say on behalf of those chosen today to perform our public 
duty as slaves we appreciate how difficult this has been for you, we love you 
Mummy because we know you love us all,” Tessa said as a little ripple of 
nervous applause ran round the room, but mainly from those not listed today.

“Sows,” Tessa shouted, bringing the room to silence, “This is the time to serve 
you community as willing slaves of the state, put your left thumb through your left 
nipple ring and use your right hand to help you rip out your ring out of your 
nipple, lick the ring clean of any of your blood.”

Immediately squeals of pain reverberated around the room as fifty women 
wrenched at the rings through their nipple, one gasp after another came from the 
lips of the chosen women as the tore their rings from their breasts. The force that 
Tessa used on her own ugly breast tore it wide open bringing a smile to her face, 
how she hated that breast and she may not even get to cut it off.

“Don’t put it in the slots yet, we will do it one at a time as not confuse the 
authentication signals,” Tessa commanded as she surveyed the room, 
unfortunately fifteen women were still struggling to rip out their nipple rings and 
were sobbing in absolute distress.

“Help me Tessa, please,” begged the slightly built Hayley, who just did not 
possess the physical strength to rip out her nipple ring out of her pendulous 
breasts.

“I’m sorry Hayley no one is allowed to help you, Holly go and get some string, put 
it through the ring and put your foot through it then stand up to rip out your nipple 
ring,’ instructed Tessa.

A few more screams, and all the women had removed their rings and nervously 
played with the now loose ring.

“From the head of the table one at a time place your ring in the box recess to 
authenticate your certificate,” announced Bettina on gaining her composure, 
“thank you Tessa for your help, you may take your seat.”

One by one the little box beeped and opened to reveal their contents, every one 
had their certificate, the first thirty had a black choker with a deaths head cameo 
that they immediately put on and as the clasped clicked closed it sent another 
signal off as final confirmation.

Tessa with the other nineteen girls did not get a certificate or choker but a 
medallion to wear around their necks with a large number, Tessa was amused to 
see hers was five the age she lost her innocence. As she did up the clasp of her 
medallion she looked up to see a stranger standing in the doorway.

“I’m here to take the I.T.R. girls,” he said holding up a long chain with hand cuffs 
on, “line up here in numerical order please, hurry up the ‘Boffins’ are waiting to 
do the first experiments on you.”

The man’s total lack of compassion made the women begin to whimper again as 
he grabbed the first girl and snapped the cuff around her ankle making her cry 
louder, but then apologizing and loosened it. One by one they shuffled forward to 
be manacled until all twenty women were attached to the chain.

“Come on ladies lets get you to the Institute, there’s a bus outside go and get on 
it, but say your goodbyes first none of you will be coming back,” he said as he 
watched the women sobbing and hugging each other then filing outside.

As he watched the last woman disappear he turned to Bettina and shook his 
head pursed his lips.

“Do you know what’s going to happen to them?” asked Bettina wondering why 
she asked such a stupid question.

“Yes I do and it’s absolutely awful, awful, those poor girls will suffer terribly, and 
I’m afraid you other ladies will too,” he said turning to address the thirty other 
women, “you are just going to be snuff sport and entertainment, and what’s 
planned for the criminals too it’s just plain brutal, brutal, got to go.”

The room fell silent yet again, “When do we go Mummy we’ve had a level three 
so we can’t eat yet, and its three days to the hangings.”

“You will all be picked up in the morning it seems there are a lot of rehearsals 
and training to be done, you can only drink clear liquids, and so will the selected 
girls please go and pack all their belongings away and write any letters you need 
to, and the remainder of us will have dinner, thank you,” said Bettina leaving the 
room head bowed and holding her face.

The women filed on to the bus and sat waiting in silence for the bus driver to 
board. When he came he looked down the bus at the women his face was written 
with sadness as he slowly shook his head from side to side. He turned and sat 
down in the driver’s seat with a thump and started the engine the noise of which 
hardly covered the sound of his sobs and angry mutters.

As he drove off a woman at the front reached over to massage his neck which 
only increased his sobs.

“You’re all going to suffer so terribly, I’m so sorry, so sorry, all your beautiful 
vaginas.”

“Oh, dear,” Tessa said to herself.

After an hours traveling they arrived at imposing building set in its own grounds 
with no other sign of habitation around. No signage adorned its plain exterior but 
a small green logo comprised of the letters ‘ITR’. The driver led the women out of 
the bus padlocked the chain to a steel post, boarded his bus and drove off 
leaving the chain gang of twenty naked women in the cold night air.

They all stood quietly chatting and shivering from the cold, Tessa looked around 
she could see or hear nothing so she squatted down to urinate with other women 
following her lead.

After half an hour of shivering a door opened and out strode a woman in a white 
coat. Tessa sniggered to herself ‘a Boffin’ she thought as the woman got closer 
she could she was carrying a clip board and large safety glasses on, that made 
her look like the archetypal scientist if it was not for the fact her white coat 
finished above her naked vulva and she was wearing black high heels, stockings 
and suspenders but for all that Tessa could see she was an absolute beauty that 
even invoked a low wolf whistle from one of the sows.

“Good evening ladies, how long have you been here, we have been waiting to 
start the experiment?” asked the Boffin.

“About half an hour ma’am,” offered Tessa.

“Oh dear, I’m so sorry please come along, my names Gillian by the way,” she 
said as she squatted down to unlock the padlock affording those close by a 
superb view of her hypertrophic labia, sensing she was being observed she 
blushed but smiled as she led the chain gang into the building.

“What a doll,” someone muttered, “she’d have to be a triple ‘A’, surely.”

The women entered the building of glass and concrete and they heard the 
electric door lock click into place sealing their fate.

“Make yourself comfortable in the lounge through there, there is food and drink 
and entertainment but I need to take five of you through for the first experiment, 
so Callie, Sunny, Del, Lindy & Tessa please follow me,” Gillian said cheerily as 
she walked towards a door that opened automatically.

She strode down a long corridor with the women hard pressed to keep up with 
her pace and all admiring her perfect posterior and glimpses of her pendulous 
labia’s but never hesitating in following her. They passed room after room with 
examination couches with stirrups and racks of shiny steel instruments. Finally 
she stopped at a door and ushered the five women in to the room.

They were immediately greeted warmly by the waiting white coated attendant 
who guided each woman to an examination table with leg stirrups, and quickly 
strapped in the five women so they were totally immobile, some pressing of 
buttons and the table adjust automatically to each woman opening her legs wide 
pulling back her legs to her chest thus exposing her vulva and anus to full view.

“O.K. lets go over it again,” said Gillian as she started to write on the whiteboard 
as the attendants gathered around , “firstly I’d like you to confirm each woman’s 
vaginal & uterus capacity, if you need to sew back their labia for better access to 
their vagina please do so.

Our points of interest are what temperature of water to use, the quantity needed 
to thoroughly scald their vagina and uterus,” all five women let a cry of anguish 
as they heard their coming fate and sobbed loudly, this brought a broad smile to 
Gillian’s face and chuckles from her co-workers as they waited for the women’s 
sobbing to subside, “and…, how long do we let them vocalize before hanging 
them, of course we won’t be hanging these ladies.

After that we can we’ll run another five at the decided temperature and watch 
them suffer, and decide on a suffering time. Next group we will tit hang and 
vaginally scald them at the decided temperature and see how they dance around 
and vocalize in the suffering time.

Five of them we will just tit hang them to try out different ropes or wires to use 
and how long their breasts will last to give us a time available before we need to 
scald them.

So let’s start scalding,” said Gillian cheerily as if inviting people to a picnic.

“Ma’am we haven’t offered their due respects to them before we start.”

“Hilda, I haven’t the time for that rubbish, they’re Sows, no more, what respect do 
they deserve, next you’re be wanting respect for ‘Frigids’ as well, now what is 
their vaginal capacity?”

“Callie is one litre ma’am.”

“Same…, for Sunny.”

“Del 950 mil.”

“900 for Lindy.”

“Ooh, 1200 mil for Tessa,”

“Is that right, wow, release her, too different from the rest, she will have to go on 
the tit hang test” said Gillian to her attendant, “Tessa would you mind going back 
to the lounge and bring back one of your friends to replace you, there’s a pet, 
thank you.”

“Yes ma’am,” spluttered Tessa as she was released from the table and backed 
away slowly until she found herself against the wall, she was ecstatic she would 
not be scalded but tit hung by her hated breasts at last hey will suffer the fate 
they deserve.

“And Tessa…... would you mind picking four of your friends to be tit hanged with 
you and take them to the room across the hallway from here you’ll see the breast 
nooses, thanks pet, put on that security wrist band hanging by the door before 
you go,” said Gillian as if what she had just said would be the easiest thing in the 
world to select one of your friends for vagina scalding and four for breast hanging 
supposedly for hours.

Tessa slipped on the band that automatically tightened around her wrist and the 
door opened and stepped out into the corridor.

“And hurry I can’t start until I have another girl,” shouted Gillian as the door 
closed, “and send Mistress Jean through if you see her.”

Tessa jogged down the long corridor as the door at the end opened, she took a 
deep breath as it revealed the superb figure of Executive Mistress Jean, who she 
immediately recognized from her media coverage of late. Instinctively Tessa fell 
to her knees in respect only to be offered a jewel bedecked hand to help her to 
her feet again.

“Where you off to darling,” asked Jean softly that made Tessa tremble with it’s 
luscious tone as the women came face to face to look at each others bodies, 
Tessa immediately covered her malformed breast with her hand to hide it from 
view.

“Mistress Gillian sent me for one of my friends as a replacement for myself as my 
vagina is too big also I have to select four of my friends to be test tit hanged with 
myself on different ropes. Ma’am,” stuttered Tessa.

“I don’t envy you that one, what room is Mistress Gillian in?”

“Far end of the hallway Ma’am opposite the tit hanging room where I’ll be 
shortly.”

“What’s your name Sow?”

“Tessa Ma’am.”

“You realize Tessa the tit hanging won’t kill you, but you will die an agonizing 
long death through infection of your breast wounds as your tits will either be cut 
off by your body weight or they will rot, but there is a way to survive it just takes a 
lot of courage to do it.”

“How ma’am, how, I’d rather be tit less than live with this,” sobbed Tessa as she 
uncovered her malformed breast to Jean’s view screwing her face up in shame.

“Oh, dear, you would have been an ‘AA+’ without that, you poor thing. Well if you 
want to survive, find some plastic wrist ties in the room put one behind the wire or 
rope close to your chest as you can get it. When the trap door drops you must 
tighten the tie as tight as the noose rope even tighter, so when you are let off the 
gallows after many hours and the nooses are taken off the plastic ties will still be 
around your breasts if they haven’t cut them off. Your breasts will be black and 
dead and poisonous to you. If you were to take off the ties, you would die from 
toxic shock as the poison moved into your body.

You must then severe your breasts completely, and dress your wounds with 
antibiotic and healing creams, I’ll try and come and help if I can.

It means you will have to tit hang yourself, if you wait for the staff to force you into 
it you will die! Because they are not go to let you put on the plastic tie, when they 
have finished with you they’ll leave you in a dying room with the girls with scalded 
vaginas to die from complications in day’s time.”

“I only help I can convince the other girls to do the same, I have been so looking 
forward to getting rid of my breasts, but can I just go back to work?”

“Don’t be silly, you would be a ‘Sub-slave’ that’s as low as a ‘Frigid Spinster’ well 
nearly.., you’ll be sent to a slave market, but you will be alive. Sub-slaves make 
very good ‘Toilet Maids’ I understand if you don’t mind drinking your mistress’s 
urine,” quipped Jean as she walked off as Tessa dashed into the assembly room 
to be greeted with a sea of anxious faces.

She scanned the faces she had to be quick she had to get to the room before 
Mistress Jean got there, “please line up, I need to look at you,” Tessa shouted 
galvanizing the fifteen women to line up, “I’m sorry, I’m so sorry, Jasmine please 
come with me,” sobbed Tessa as she put out her hand to grab Jasmine’s hand 
who immediately burst into terrified tears as she was dragged through the door 
leaving the other women standing pale and filled with dread of their own fate.

“Stop…, Tessa why me, why me,” sobbed Jasmine.

Tessa dragged her along and Jasmine loped behind her, “because your vagina is 
the same size as Callie’s and you have no tits just beautiful nipples so you can’t 
be tit hanged,” Tessa hissed.

“What…., oh no, what are they going to do to my vagina, please tell me Tessa,” 
sobbed Jasmine.

“You’ll find out soon enough, ‘coming through Ma’am’ please excuse us,” said 
Tessa to Mistress Jean who was walking slowly and painfully along the long 
corridor trying not to let her labia weights hurt too much as they swung between 
her elegant legs.

“Tessa, that’s Mistress Jean, wow isn’t she just gorgeous…., why she here, oh…, 
no I’m going to have my cunt scalded, NO, NO,” Jasmine screamed hysterically 
as she was dragged through the door by Tessa who was then assisted by the lab 
assistants who ably strapped poor screaming Jasmine onto the torture table 
rendering her immobile but sobbing uncontrollably.

“Thank you Tessa, could you organize the women into two groups of five and 
bring them into hallway and four of your friends to join you on the gallows, if you 
don’t mind we need to get on,” said Gillian with a little edge to her voice for the 
first time.

“Mistress Jean is here Ma’am,” said Tessa as she stood back to let the Executive 
Mistress pass, noticing Gillian visibly wilt in her presence and start to tremble in 
voice and body.

“Hello Gillian, we ready to start, oh, thank you Tessa I’ll see you in a couple of 
hours, oh, yes Gillian Tessa has expressed an interest in conducting her own 
and four friends tit hanging is that a problem?”

“No, no, I don’t see that as problem it’s already and set to go, ju.. just use a 
remote control to open the trap doors Tessa, you know Tessa Ma’am?”

“Well, yes she has a liking for drinking my urine.”

“Huh,” stammered Gillian.

Tessa slipped out of the door she heard Callie’s first guttural scream as the 
boiling water invaded her uterus, mercifully the door was totally sound proof, 
cutting off the pitiful suffering of her friend but she watched with horror through 
the widow as Callie writhed and struggled in her bonds in total agony, to 
mercifully pass out and go limp.

Tessa turned away from the ghastly scene through the window but only after 
watching all of friends begin to writhe in agony, poor Jasmine was already 
writhing before the hot liquid entered her uterus through the barbed hose that 
had been thrust into her cervix, and thrashed and bellowed even more when it 
did.

She wept as she slowly walked back down the hallway, suddenly she stopped as 
the scene of her suffering friends cleared and she remembered what Mistress 
Jean had said, “She wants me for a Toilet Maid, oh my a, Tit less Toilet Maid to a 
Goddess,” Tessa said out loud to herself, then picked up her pace, realizing the 
urgency of what she had to do.

Tessa opened the door to the waiting room again to be confronted by the same 
sea of anxious faces, she waived her arm and the trembling women formed a line 
in front of her.
“Tessa what are they doing to the girls what’s going to happen to us?” asked 
Hayley.

Ignoring the question she asked one of the group, “Who of you here, in order to 
survive, could cut off their own breasts, remembering you would be a Sub-slave 
from then on, and sold as one at the Slave Market to suffer who knows what fate 
at the hands of someone willing to buy you, but you would be alive.”

“I would, just give me a knife and I’ll do it now,” said Skye as six other women 
stepped forward to join her.

“It’s not that easy, huh easy, anyone else?”

Tessa waived for the six to stand in front of her, she realized that the experiment 
would involve various thicknesses of rope, she knew she would take the thinnest 
wire or rope for herself but she wanted the women have the best chance so she 
moved up to the women and arranged them in order of breast size. Tessa had to 
eliminate two of them thereby sending them to their agonizing death, but whom.

“Put your hands behind your head and elbows back, look up, I’m going to hurt 
your breasts real bad, make a sound and I will eliminate you, it’s a test O.K.!”

Tessa worked along the line of women twisting, punching, scratching and biting 
hard on their nipples to invoke a response, she did the same to each woman 
then stood back to observe their reactions. Two of the women were sobbing 
uncontrollably as they held their bleeding bruised breasts in their hands, the 
others eyes tear filled stayed silent. Tessa had her two to eliminate the irony 
struck Tessa that because they could not endure pain they would suffer even 
more so when their vaginas were scolded.

Tessa guided the two sobbing women back to the other women and split them 
into two groups.

“What is going to happen to us!” screamed Hayley in anger.

Tessa spun round her eyes glazed in equal anger, “I am not going to tell you, I 
can’t tell you, please, please, don’t ask me, I have just had to make a decision 
who of you will die and who of you have a slim chance of survival to live or exist 
as a Sub-slave.

You will die, and you will suffer terribly because that is why you are here to 
establish the best way to make those fifty criminals that will be executed on 
Friday suffer the most before they hang. You won’t have the privilege of hanging 
after suffering the torture you will be left to die from your injuries, but how you will 
be tortured, I’ll let you find out, now follow me!”

Tessa burst through the door of the waiting room and then into the long hallway, 
she marched along the hallway and could detect that the women had fallen into 
the three ranks selected and now all marched in perfect step behind her as she 
heard the rhythmic footfalls of naked feet. She felt a certain pride in the women 
who now marched so bravely and so perfectly to their terrible fate.

At the end of the hallway she saw a group of attendants, Mistress’s Gillian and 
Jean standing waiting for the next group to experiment on. Tessa spurred by 
having an audience picked the pace of her marched and emphasized her 
feminine hip roll as she marched confident the women behind her would be doing 
the same. As she got closer to the distant group she fixed her gaze on the 
beautiful Mistress Jean maybe perhaps if luck goes her way her new owner. That 
thought alone made Tessa’s vagina flood with pre-coital fluid that soon lubricated 
her labia and moistened her marching thighs.

“‘Bravo State Slave Dormitory’….., HaalT…,” screamed Tessa, overjoyed to hear 
a perfect footfall from the women behind her.

“Slaves from ‘Bravo State Slave Dormitory’ reporting for experimentation Ma’am,” 
shouted Tessa.

Gillian was about to step forward and say something when she received a jab in 
the ribs from Jean’s baton so she stood aside of her Executive Mistress.

“‘Bravo State Slave Dormitory’ ‘Display…y’,” ordered Jean watching all fifteen 
women step widely legs apart reach down and part their outer labia to reveal 
their labia minora.

Jean walked slowly down each rank reaching out to touch each woman’s labia & 
clitoris, this mark of respect bringing some women to tears who sobbed quietly 
but not moving. Gillian and the other attendants took Jeans lead and followed in 
line to also pay their respects to the women about to be tortured for the benefit of 
the State. Jean paused at Tessa and pulled hard down on her generous labia 
then pressed hard on her wet clitoris and looked deep into Tessa’s eyes, saying 
nothing but making her self very clear.

As they stood back in front of the ranks Jean lent over to whisper in Gillian’s ear.

“I guess you were in too much of a hurry to pay your respects to the first five 
women before you scalded them, am I right?”

“Yes, Ma’am, sorry it was impera…..” spluttered Gillian red faced as Jean jabbed 
a finger nail into her lower lip to shut her up causing a trickle of blood to run down 
the beauties chin and down onto her cleavage.

“You will report weekly to the ‘Punishment Centre’, I think it’s fifty cane strokes 
per woman for that little offence, and you just hope Lady Theresa doesn’t file for 
treason charges against you as well as the ‘Executive Committee’ that has 
overstepped their authority in this coming Friday farce,” hissed Jean.

“Yes, Ma’am,” said Gillian dropping her head, “I was just doing my duty, Ma’am.”

“‘Bravo State Slave Dormitory’ ‘stand easy’, Mistress Gillian continue with your 
experiments.”

As the women relaxed their stance a ripple of chatter arose from the group but 
soon to be silenced as the attendants led the women into three different rooms, 
as the women waived and blew kisses to each other as farewells.

The door closed behind Tessa and her group as she quickly found what she was 
looking for.

“Now listen to me we have very little time so no interruptions, see these wrist ties, 
these will save your lives, you have to be tit hanged, we have no choice, the 
other girls are having their vaginas scalded, that’s why I just couldn’t tell them,” 
said Tessa breathlessly.

“Oh, no the poor pets that’s the worst death,” sobbed Hayley.

“Hayley, don’t you ever shut up, even when your life depends on it,” scowled 
Tessa, ‘now listen….., I’m going to tit hang each of you, they want to see which 
rope thickness will give them the time for the scolding to be of the greatest 
entertainment value, so they will monitor our breast destruction process, I’ll put 
one of theses ties behind the rope, when you drop, I will tighten it, then as the 
rope bites into your breasts I must pull on it to tighten it even more.

After they think they have got the data they want, they will leave us to hang by 
our tits for many hours probably all night. Our breasts will die and go putrid, I’m 
hoping if I hang on the wire after a few hours the wire will severe my breasts and 
will be able to let you all down. Now this is why we have the plastic tie on behind 
the rope, so you can cut your breasts off and not go into toxic shock from your 
putrid breasts.

Do you understand if you don’t want to do this, you will die, I’m sorry that’s the 
best I can do for you.”

“You are just brilliant Tessa, come on girls let’s give it our best shot,” said Skye 
pecking Tessa on the cheek and leading her to the breast noose, “which ones 
are mine Tessa?”

“Biggest breasts, thickest rope, so the end gibbet please Skye, now you Hayley 
and sorry to snap at you, please forgive me, let me help you sweetie I know how 
difficult this must be for you,” said Tessa starting to feel very weary from the 
emotional trauma of the last few hours.

“Tessa you have been just, just awesome, if I do live I wish I could be your slave, 
I love you so much, I just wish I’d been brave enough before now to tell you I 
love, arrrrgh….,” Hayley squealed as Tessa pulled the wrist ties hard round her 
ample breasts.

“I can’t believe it Hayley, you never stop talking, but you never say the most 
important things, oh, Hayley if we both survive, I promise you I will look after you, 
because I love you to,” sobbed Tessa then kissing Hayley passionately on the 
lips. This time Hayley remained silent just dropped her head and sobbed loudly.

Tessa now too totally distraught ran to each woman tightening the wrist ties 
around their breasts and adjusting the ropes.

“This is it girls, good luck, hands behind your back,” said Tessa holding the 
trapdoor remote control. She quickly prodded the four buttons and with a loud 
click the floor fell beneath each woman letting them drop a metre before the rope 
snatched tight around their breasts, invoking loud wails of agony from the four 
women as they were winched back just above the platform and the floor arose to 
its original position.

Tessa again ran from woman to woman wrenching with all her strength on the 
wrist ties on their breasts of tighten them invoking more squeals of agony from 
her friends as they writhed in their brutal bonds. Up and down the four swinging 
figures Tessa went until she was satisfied that was all she could do then she cut 
each wrist tie off at the joint so they would not be detected by the attendants.

Tessa stepped back and watched her friends slowly swinging and moaning in 
agony; she gave them all a kiss and a hug she stroked and hugged Hayley and 
whispered in her ear that she had always loved her too, then walked to her own 
nooses.

First Tessa put on a wrist tie on her ugly breast and with all her strength pulled it 
tight then tighter grunting with the exertion, she knew she had to get the ties tight 
now as she may not have the power when suspended by her breasts. The tie 
began to cut into her flesh; it was as tight as she could get it. She watched her 
malformed breast rapidly go purple which brought a wry smile to her face. She 
repeated the action with her perfect breast and by the time she had the tie tight 
on that one her hated ugly breast was almost black and she knew it was safe to 
cut the tail off the tie.

Tessa took a deep breath as she approached the two wire nooses and as she 
adjusted the stainless strand around her blackening breasts she realized 
something of importance and spoke out loud as if her tormented friends could 
hear or understand through their own individual agony.

“Girls, my breasts are different sizes, it means all my weight will be on my good 
breast first, then all my weight on my ugly breast as the wire cuts into me, this 
could work, it could really work.” 

Tessa arched her back and held the remote control in her hand as she folded her 
arms behind her back; taking another deep breath she pressed the button. 
‘Twang’ went the steel wire as it went taught the wire hummed as it vibrated but 
was unnoticed as Tessa screamed and screamed for far longer than the other 
women had, she sobbed and cursed as the wire cut deep into her once good 
breast taking the whole weight of her body soon covering her lithe body with 
glistening blood.

For half an hour the women slowly swung on their breasts all moaning in 
excruciating pain before the door swung open as did a door across the hallway 
was open at the same time letting cries of agony emanate from that room. In 
walked Gillian with her entourage of white coated attendants with green collar 
tabs. Gillian scanned the hanging women with a broad grin on her face.

“What a magnificent sight that is, oh it makes me so wet, what do you reckon, 
ladies which one looks the best, number four I think, lets have a closer look,” said 
the still smiling Gillian as she marched up the steps to the platform with her 
attendants following behind all jostling behind her to get a glimpse of her wet 
enormous labia as she climbed the steps.

“Oh, dear Tessa what a mess you are, you’re soon bleed to death,” snarled 
Gillian, “you won’t be drinking bitch Jean’s urine anymore.”

The comment brought a nervous gasp from the attendants, all of whom adored 
the celebrity Executive Mistress, but Tessa was the one who retorted hissing 
through her teeth in anger, “How dare you talk about Mistress Jean with such 
disrespect, you should be flogged, you may be the prettiest woman in Freetown, 
but you’ll never be half the woman she is..”

“Too true,” echoed Skye.

“All beauty and fuck all brains,” chimed in Hayley bringing sniggers from sluts 
and attendants alike.

Gillian turned round angrily to stare at the attendants who immediately wiped the 
smiles from their faces, “For that Hilda you can give all these sluts ten strokes on 
the back of their legs.”

“But Ma’am their suffering enough, and it’s nothing to do with the experiment, 
and you were grossly disrespectful to our Executive Mistress and it is my duty to 
report you for that,” said Hilda forcefully staring back at Gillian.

“Do as you must, ten strokes each, leave them hanging to morning, let the next 
shift deal with them, we’ll use the number four rope,” snapped Gillian as she 
marched out of the door leaving Hilda alone with the tit hanged women.

“What a fucking Bitch she is….,” hissed Hilda as the door closed, she is bloody 
beautiful though, sorry ladies, as if you’re not in enough pain, 10 strokes each 
and I’m already knackered after a double shift.”

“Hilda, Hilda what’s happening to the other girls and what’s going on between 
Jean & Gillian,” asked Tessa much to Hilda surprise on how lucid she was 
considering the terrible bloody sight she presented.

“Well I suppose there’s no harm telling you, you’ll take it to your incineration, well 
Jean was furious with Gillian firstly for not paying respect to your first five friends 
even after we told her to, she’s so ambitious that one. Then your poor friend 
Callie, well…., she told us to scold her vagina with water at 100 degrees, she 
died poor lass almost immediately, ‘heart failure’ I guess. Jean was furious and 
screamed at Triple ‘A’ for wasting the life of Slut for such an obvious outcome.

“Oh, Callie you poor girl,” sobbed Hayley.

“Go on please Hilda,” coaxed Tessa.

“Well then we lowered the temperature down by 20 degrees for Sunny,70 for Del, 
60 for Lindy and 50 degrees for little Jasmine’s vagina, they all really squealed of 
course as we all would.

Then we took them off the table and dragged them into the dying room and 
watched them suffer. Sunny just curled up into a ball and howled, Dell was on 
her hands and knees rocking back and forth, Lindy squatted down and literally 
ripped herself open with her bare hands then pulled out her own uterus I would of 
never of believed it was possible if I hadn’t seen it my self, once she had 
prolapsed herself she tore through the wall of her vagina and bodily ripped her 
uterus from her body, then she just collapsed. Sadly enough it did actually 
reduce her suffering by quite a margin to the point she tried to convince Sunny 
and Del to do the same but they were too far gone,” sighed Hilda.

“And my little Jasmine,” Tessa sobbed, “my little Jasmine?”

“She is not out of it, I’m afraid; she was still running around the room doubled 
over with all her fingers thrust into her vagina wailing in agony, so 50 degrees 
has been chosen to test the next five girls. Then the last five girls will all be tit 
hanged on the number four rope and after thirty minutes of that have their 
vaginas scolded with 50 degrees also, and that’s how the fifty women on Friday 
will be tortured before they are hanged, something you girls won’t get as you are 
Sluts.”

“Oh, my, is there anyway they can be put out of their misery,” Tessa asked 
already knowing the answer.

“What! Oh yeah and get myself terminated, great, only an Executive Mistress can 
execute, that’s what pisses off Triple ‘A’ so much. Of course now she has blotted 
her copy book, she’ll never get that privilege!”

“Girls fold your arms behind your back, feet together, let citizen Hilda do her 
duty,” Tessa commanded.

“Oh, my Tessa, you are something else, a leader and an inspiration to the last, it 
has been an honour to have met you, would you do me the honour of letting me 
lick your anus,” asked Hilda.

Tessa did not reply but nodded, Hilda knelt behind her spread her buttocks and 
probed her anus with her tongue. “Oh, boy that’s one of the perks of the job 
licking the anus of a beauty like you, boy I could love you for sure.”

“She’s my Mistress and I love and adore her, we all love and adore her,” sobbed 
Hayley.

Hilda finished paying her deepest respects to the hanging Tessa then stepped 
back and crashed her cane into the back of Tessa’s skinny legs making Tessa 
writhe and wail in pain. Hilda worked down the row of women administering the 
brutal punishment as she finished with Skye Tessa had composed herself 
enough to speak as Hilda went to leave the room head down in shame and 
sorrow.

“Hilda,” Tessa spoke softly, stopping Hilda who turned to face the swinging 
Tessa with her torn breasts.

“Yes, Ma’am,” Hilda replied coming to attention as if in front of an officer and 
Hayley let out a sob at the gesture.

“Thank you for the respect you paid me, but I need one last favour,” whispered 
Tessa.

“If I can, but don’t ask too much of me, my hands are tied and the bitch has my 
number now,” whispered Hilda back.

“No, no nothing too much, can you just unlock the instrument and ‘First Aid’ 
cabinets and turn down the lights so triple ‘A’ as you call her, can’t see too much, 
there’s a pet,” asked Tessa quietly.

Hilda looked puzzled shrugged her shoulders did as she was bade and left the 
room.

“You have some nerve Lady,” said Skye.

“Skye, now the lights are down can you see in the next room down, there’s 
nobody in the room directly across the hall way now,” asked Tessa.

“Oh, yes, I can see Marie, July and Diana but I can’t see the other two girls.”

“That’s Ursula & Penny, what can you see, Hayley?”

“Can’t see Diana, but I can see Penny, Marie & July,” said Hayley in her usual 
enthusiasm.

“I can see Ursula,” volunteered Zoë.

‘I can’t see anyone,” said Inga.

“So what’s happening?”

“They have the girls spread-eagled in a standing position, one attendant is 
kneeling down putting in speculums into their vaginas non too gently by the 
looks,” said Skye with disgust, “oh wow, Mistress Jean just cracked the attendant 
around the head with her baton for making such a fist of it, good on you Ma’am!”

“Hilda is inserting the barbed hose end in their cervix, oh, no they’re going to 
scold them, Penny, PENN…Y, they’re going to scold, Pen….ny,” screamed 
Hayley at the top of her voice then burst into loud sobbing as she shook and 
swung on her nooses.

“Hayley, Hayley, listen to me, close your eyes pet, don’t watch your best friend 
suffer sweetie she wouldn’t want that,” coaxed Tessa, Hayley dropped her head 
and did not look up but quietly sobbed for herself and her best friend.

“Tessa!” exclaimed Zoë.

“What is it Zoë?”

“I think I can see a reflection of the room next to us, yes I can see Erica, she has 
her hands tied behind her back and she has breast nooses on but she has not 
been dropped yet and….. She has a hose going into her vagina…,” explained 
Zoë, “Oh, the poor kid she’s absolutely terrified, oh, she just wet herself, to add to 
her misery, oh how she will suffer for hours and hours.”

“That’s enough Zoë, Hayley doesn’t need to hear the details, just keep you eyes 
closed pet.”

“Sorry Zoë, but what his means is we have to survive at least another three 
hours, I’m sorry there’s nothing I can do for you girls,” said Tessa remorsefully.

“You have given us hope Tessa, hope what more can we ask,” said Skye as her 
hands shot up to cover her face as Zoë let out a loud wail.

Skye peered through her fingers at the scene across the hallway, as 
simultaneously each woman received two litres of near boiling water pumped into 
their uterus then to shoot out of their vaginas in a cloud of steam. Skye and Zoë 
watched as their friends writhed and wailed in their bonds. An attendant went 
along the line of women ripping the barbed hose out of the scalded cervix; it 
offered no resistance as tore out of the cooked meat of their uterus.

Their manacles were unlatched and each woman initially collapsed onto the floor 
but then arose as poor Jasmine had done to run wildly around the room holding 
their destroyed genitalia, confirming to the audience of attendants and Mistresses 
that the temperature was just right. For an hour the women were watched for the 
antics to alleviate their agony, none of them attempted to rip their uterus out of 
their bodies as Lindy had done.

“They’re going across to Erica’s room now, don’t look Hayley,” said Skye as she 
watched Penny run head long into the window in an effort to knock her self out, 
which she failed to do, but now rolled over and over on the floor with her hands 
between her legs, “Tessa, Mistress Jean!”

The door opened into their room and Jean stepped in pausing as her eyes 
accustomed to the semi darkness.

“Tessa!”

“Here Ma’am,” whispered Tessa as Jean walked closer.

“Hell, Tessa you’re a mess, oh no you’ve lost so much blood, look I only have a 
minute while Gillian has gone for a pee, I’ll put this ointment on the table. Ladies 
listen, leave the wrist tie on but you must cut off your breasts. Apply that ointment 
and bandage your chest, once the next shift find you bandaged they will 
immediately take you to the infirmary thinking that is what required as normal 
practice here. They will let your wounds heal and then you will be taken to the 
slave market to be sold as sub-slaves. 

I have these wrist bands here, each of you open your legs and I will insert it into 
your vagina, when you are sent to the slave market, split up as not to attract 
attention. As soon the bidding begins put on the wrist band and make your way 
to the dispatch counter. I will be debited for your cost and you will be delivered to 
my door as my slaves. If you lose that band, well don’t. From there I will find you 
all a good safe home, although you understand you will still be a sex slave. 
Hopefully I will see you all in a couple of weeks,” Jean rattled off the instructions 
while secreting the slave band into the women’s vaginas with two fingers. Each 
woman opening her legs wide to assist the insertion of the wrist band, Jean 
stayed a little longer with Tessa looking up into Tessa’s eyes while she explored 
Tessa’s wet vagina before inserting the band.

“Good Luck girls!” said jean over her shoulder as she left the room to go next 
door.

“Wowie, what a woman, I want to lick her cunt so bad! Zoe what can you see 
next door?” Asked Tessa.

“As I said I can only see Erica, wow her tits are enormous, such a shame their so 
perfect, she’s just standing there sobbing, triple A’s in the room now. Erica’s 
been dropped, oh no, she’s been dropped at least two metres right through the 
floor out of sight.”

“Ouch, that would have really hurt and tightened the nooses more than ours,” 
added Hayley with a sniff.

“Erica’s is being raised now I can see her head; she’s in agony of course, oh, 
shit! Her tits are already blue and the nooses are snapped totally shut her 
breasts look if they are going to burst. Awesome, her breasts look utterly 
awesome, oh she’s hot, I’ve got to frig myself,” Zoe moaned as she started to 
masturbate wildly, letting out a long moan as she orgasmed.

“Zoe,” snapped Tessa.

“Awesome, the trapdoors are closed and Erica’s writhing around about 20cm off 
the platform, the bitch has just walked past clapping her hands, now we wait I 
suppose, however long they have decided will be enough of a spectacle for the 
crowd,” Zoe sighed.

“Well, you seemed to enjoy her suffering,” muttered Inga.

“I did, as I enjoyed yours Inga through my own pain,” said Zoe.

“You really are a perverted sadist,” snapped Inga.

“You won’t look so prim, without those pretty tits of yours, why you don’t let me 
cut your tits off if we ever get down,” snapped Zoe expecting an equally angry 
retort.

But Inga stretched out her hand for Zoe’s hand but only their finger tips touched 
until their swinging enabled them to grasp each other hand.

“Would you do that for me Zoe, promise me you’ll cut my tits off for me, I couldn’t 
do it,” sobbed Inga.

“I will, I will, I promise it will be a privilege,” sobbed Zoe her voice breaking with 
emotion.

Zoe gripped the sobbing Inga’s hand as she watched the reflection of Erica 
swinging and writhing for the next ten minutes.

“They’re up to something, yes, they’re attaching a spreader bar behind her 
knees, now her knees are being winched up, what they doing Tessa?”

“I guess it’s to give the crowd a better view of their vulva, when the steam squirts 
from their vaginas.”

“Yikes, now they’ve folded her arms behind her back and bound them, you’re 
right Tessa her knees are almost on her tits with her legs wide apart, look at that 
lovely cunt and anus, I’ll never lick them again it can’t be long before they scald 
them now,” Zoe related to all in a whisper, “I’m sorry Tessa I’m going to close my 
eyes, I don’t want to watch one of my lovers suffer like that.”

“That’s O.K. Zoe, now we just wait, the staff will all be gone in an hour, why don’t 
we all close our eyes, let’s try and hold hands,” Tessa suggested quietly as the 
five women swung on their destroyed breasts to link hands then squeezing and 
fondling each others hands to afford some comfort in their ordeal as each of 
them overcome with pain and exhaustion fell into a welcome unconsciousness.

They were awoken from their tortured slumber with a squeal of pain from Tessa 
as the wire finally cut through her perfect breast severing it completely and 
landing with a dull thud at her feet. Tessa wailed as her full body weight was now 
on her malformed breast. The severely malformed breast had tissue far denser 
than normal hindering the cutting of the wire, Tessa’s back was arched and her 
arms loosely hung down as she slowly swung back and forth suspended by one 
breast. As the wire finally sliced into her breast the wire noose closed shut letting 
Tessa land on her feet a little astonished her ordeal was finally over as her hated 
breast fell with a loud thud on to the ground next to its companion.

Tessa stood for a moment dazed but elated, “I’ve done it I’ve fucking done it 
girls!”

“Well done my beautiful Tessa, I never doubted you,” sobbed Hayley.

“You’re just fantastic Tessa’” Skye exclaimed.

“Right no time to lose, let’s get you all down,” said Tessa frantically searching for 
the noose remote control then realizing Hilda had picked it up and placed it on 
the table. She ran over and grabbed it prodding the buttons in turn to lower her 
friends to the floor to a collective gasp of relief as they all tugged at their nooses 
to remove them from their bloated black breasts.

“Quick girls over here, let’s cut your tits off before anyone arrives, Skye pick up 
my tits please I have a tray here for all our severed tits. If I put it in the fridge 
when we are finished no one will know any difference,” said Tessa sliding open 
the instrument draws kindly unlocked by Hilda but searching for any sort of knife 
or scalpel.

“Hayley you first kneel in front of this table and put a tray under your tits to catch 
the blood and I’ll cut them off for you I’ve done hundreds at the ‘GPP’, but I don’t 
think you will feel as much as the girls being processed. Hayley obediently 
kneeled down at the table and pulled the tray under her breasts then looked up to 
Tessa and gave her a loving smile as the scalpel cut deep into her blackened 
breast. Hayley watched mesmerized as with just three slices her breast fell from 
her body to roll over in the tray the severed side expanded quickly back to its 
former size and gushing the black blood from its flesh. Quite unconcerned she 
watched Tessa remove her remaining breast then stood up to make way for 
Skye.

Hayley then went to the sink to wash her severed breasts clean of blood before 
placing them on a tray with Tessa’s breast already washed by Skye. Next Skye 
brought over her severed breast to the sink to repeat the operation and soon ten 
severed breasts were neatly arranged on the tray and the girls stood around the 
table in silence looking at their own flesh laying still and cold on the stainless 
steel tray, Tessa picked up the tray covered it in a plastic film and slid it into the 
refrigerator and closed the door.

“I bet there will be a fight to take them home for supper,” Tessa said soulfully.

“I don’t know it’s a nice thought to think of a family sitting around the table to a 
nice roast breast meal,” said Hayley thoughtfully with a snigger.

“Hayley always the romantic, come on lets put on the healing cream Mistress 
Jean left us and bandage our chests lets hope we can find some painkillers too,”
Said Tessa leading Hayley to the First Aid cabinet,” lets tidy up this place so it 
looks like this was all supposed to happen.”

For the next hour the girls cleaned and polished then sat on a row of chairs by 
the door to wait for morning and the first shift of the day to discover them and 
take them to the infirmary.

After an hour of dozing Hayley asked, “Tessa what can we do for Jasmine and 
the others?”

“Shit, your right the poor girls, I still have the door pass band let’s see if it still 
works, you girls stay her if I get caught act dumb that I wasn’t in here,” said 
Tessa palming the scalpel out of sight of the other girls as she headed for the 
door.

Tessa let out a little gasp as the door automatically opened as she approached; 
she walked smartly but openly across the corridor as not to attract any attention 
on any surveillance cameras the door opened to the room she had first been 
taken the five examination couched now empty. She looked around the room 
where’s the dying room she thought not wanting to open any doors unnecessarily 
and attracting unwelcome attention.

The array of doors had her confused until she spotted door next to an 
observation window, “Terminal Room” was on the door as see peered through 
the window into the gloom. Her hand instinctively fell upon a knob that upon 
rotation increased the lighting level in the room so she could make out five 
figures all stationary but one who paced in circles around the room, both hands 
between her legs pulling hard on her scalded vulva in the pretense of relief from 
her torment.

“Jasmine, oh No, what have I done!” Tessa said aloud to herself, she pulled open 
the door having the presence of mind to latch it back as not to be locked in 
herself as she ran in to the room.

“Tessa, at last, my darling, please help us out of this misery,” squealed jasmine.

“Shush! I will sweetie I will, that’s why I’m here, but please be quiet Jasmine; I 
know Callie’s dead what about the others?”

“Just barely, oh…. Dear did they cut off your breasts?” Said Jasmine, finally 
noticing Tessa’s heavily bandaged chest.

“Yes and Syke, Hayley, Inga and Zoe, we are all breast-less now but we will live 
you and the girls here and in the other rooms can’t possibly survive after having 
their uterus and vaginas cooked you understand that don’t you Jasmine?”

“No why Tessa why!!” Jasmine sobbed.

“Because uterus and vagina are going putrid, look you just running pus already 
from your cunt, soon the pain will get even worse as your whole system is 
poisoned,” Tessa exclaimed calmly to the wide eyed girl.

“What are we to do then, what?”

“I’ll put you out of your misery and the other girls if you help me,” said Tessa as 
jasmine dropped her head to watch the steady stream of stinking liquid draining 
from her vagina.

She looked up to Tessa with a smile on her face, “Your right of course, how will 
you kill us,” said Jasmine this time with a quiet calm of acceptance of her fate.

After a long pause Tessa said, “I’ll cut you femoral artery, you’ll go quietly, but 
you will have to sit over the floor drain and then I will have to move you all 
together so it looks if you were left like that for the morning shift to clean up.”

“Oh dear, well we better get started we will all need to be dead cold by morning 
so they don’t suspect.

Tessa and Jasmine managed to get the other girls to the floor drain and slit their 
femoral artery smothering the squirting blood flow with a towel until the women’s 
life ebbed away. One by one they piled the girl’s bodies together until it was 
Jasmine turn and she dutifully squatted over the floor drain and held out her hand 
for the scalpel.

“I’ve watched you do the other girls let me slit my own arteries while you hold me 
in your arms,” said Jasmine quietly.

Tessa didn’t argue she sat behind Jasmine on the floor reaching round to hold 
her breasts kissing her on the back of her neck as she felt her body shudder as 
she thrust the blade into the top of her thigh then letting the scalpel fall from her 
hand to clatter on the tiled floor. Both girls were mesmerized by the squirting 
arterial blood as it shot across the room from Jasmine’s severed artery and with 
each heart beat lessened in strength till her body went limp in Tessa’s arms.

Tessa laid back still caressing Jasmine breasts sobbing quietly, slowly Tessa 
pulled herself from under the body of her friend and grabbing her wrists dragged 
her lifeless form across the floor to lie next to the other girls. She spent the next 
few minutes hosing down the floor and tidying up until the pain from her severed 
breasts became so unbearable with the exertion she had to rest.

Tessa closed the door behind her first switching off the lights to dim the corridor 
she slid down close to the wall to the next room where the other five girls had all 
been scalded with the same temperature water. But as she approached the door 
expecting it to open automatically, it didn’t. She approached the door of the room 
across the hall where all the girls had been scalded and tit hanged were but 
again the door would not open.

Tessa stood by the window watching the women writhe in pain knowing there 
was nothing she could do for them, so with a heavy heart she went back to her 
room placed the scalpel in the cabinet and clicked the locks closed. She watched 
her sleeping companions lent over and gently kissed her beloved Hayley sat 
down and with an instant was asleep.

“Oh, you poor dears what have they done to you, let’s get you all off to the 
infirmary, at least you’ll all live your poor friends haven’t got a chance,” said an 
unfamiliar face as Tessa and the other girls struggled into consciousness.

“Excuse me Ma’am but are the girls in the other rooms still alive,” asked Tessa of 
the morning shift attendant.

“Five dead, ten still suffering but we’ll overdose them they’ll soon be out of their 
misery poor bitches fancy letting them suffer all night for no good reason,” said 
the Mistress.

“Please Ma’am go now and put our friends out of their misery we can wait,” said 
Tessa as she slid to her knees taking hold of the Mistress’s hands and kissing 
them.

“Go on sit back down, Hilda told me about you, your Tessa I bet, you better give 
me that security wrist band before somebody puts two and two together that you 
helped at least five of your friends from their misery. Don’t worry they will soon be 
at rest and you’ll be in the infirmary now just rest.” 

A bright white light confused Tessa for a moment, had she died, then the 
domestic clatter china cups brought her back to reality.

“Can you manage a cuppa now love, you’ve been out to for two whole days now, 
blood loss they reckon, not fucking surprised having your tits cut off,” said the 
cheery but unfamiliar voice.

Tessa managed to focus on the plain looking woman wearing a pink uniform, her 
head cleared a little more and she croaked, “Yes that will be lovely thanks,” and 
Tessa pulled herself up painfully in bed and watched a smile spread across the 
tea lady’s face.

“Boy they said you were pretty and they weren’t wrong, why the fuck would they 
want to mutilate a beauty like you?” said the woman handing Tessa a cup of tea, 
“Sugar?” Tessa nodded and duly received a heaped spoon of sugar and vigorous 
stir of her cup sending a tiny splash of tea on to her flat chest, “Oh sorry pet, 
stupid me.”

Tessa looked down at the hospital gown and the tea spot on her flattened chest 
she gave a sob and the tea lady turned away muttering to herself, “You stupid, 
stupid woman.” Tessa reached out to comfort the woman but she was gone.

“Tessa you’re awake at last,” chirped Hayley and Tessa turned to see four 
smiling faces that all looked surprisingly well, “Dammit the nurses wouldn’t let me 
go down on you.”

Tessa laughed and held out her arms and Hayley fell into them, Tessa jumped at 
the surprise of not feeling Hayley’s once ample breasts push into her own, 
Hayley anticipated Tessa’s response.

“Felt really weird to start with, now I quite like it, they’ve made a brilliant job of the 
surgery you wouldn’t know I even had tits and they’ve given us the girls nipples 
I’m sure I’ve got Penny’s….,” babbled Hayley until Tessa kissed her on the lips 
and she went quiet falling back into Tessa’s arms.

“How you coping with your loss Skye,” said Tessa reaching for Skye’s hand.

“Like, Hayley I feel like a new woman, I look at myself in the mirror now and I see 
not just enormous tits but quite an attractive woman back at me, flat chested, 
Erica’s nipples but nice if I do say so myself,” said Skye nodding her head in 
affirmation of her own statement.

“Whose nipples did I get transplanted with do you know?” said Tessa Inga, Zoe, 
Skye and Hayley all looked terrible uncomfortable.

“I’m sure they didn’t know…” blurted Hayley.
“Oh, NO…, not Jasmine’s nipples, oh no that is so cruel I sent her to her death 
now I have her beautiful nipples, I’ve always envied her superb lovely areola and 
now…,” sobbed Tessa.

“Tessa who the fuck on this planet do you think Jasmine would want to bequeath 
her nipples to…, you of course, for fucks sake you spent enough time sucking 
them, you had part ownership of them any way!” chuckled Skye sardonically, 
Tessa had to shake her head in agreement.

“ Let me have a look at myself then,” said Tessa grumpily struggling to get out of 
bed, Hayley immediately leapt to her aid and Skye positioned the full length 
mirror in front of the mirror and Tessa let her hospital gown fall to the floor to 
reveal her naked body to her and her friends gaze. The full beauty of Tessa was 
revealed and everyone gasped as one, for the first time in her adult life she 
gazed at herself in a full length mirror without total revulsion in what she saw. 

Her eyes began to fill with tears as she looked round to Hayley, Inga, Zoe & Skye 
all who were all smiling.

“I look like a fucking twelve year old,” gasped Tessa.

“A very, fuckable beautiful one too,” exclaimed Skye.

“Come on all of you show me the new you,” bubbled Tessa, one by one the 
women dropped their unglamorous hospital gowns and stepped out of them to 
stand totally naked in front of Tessa who squealed in delight at what she saw.

 “Fuck we all look like twelve year olds, no tits and no hips but plenty of cunt lip!”

“I must admit I rather like the new me, my huge jugs dominated my whole life 
now I’m free of them, I rather like it,” said Skye toying with her new nipples.

“What do you mean no hips, what are these then,” said Hayley turning around to 
display her peach bum and shaking it provocatively, and they chuckled with 
delight.

“Yeah, you’ll certainly give some old man a hard on Hayley with your little girl 
looks and no tits,” said Zoe running her hands over Hayley’s buttocks and 
popping her finger into her anus.

“Hey, I haven’t got a hard on but Hayley’s bum is making me very wet,” chuckled 
Tessa.

“Tessa have you still the wrist band in your vagina,” asked Inga ignoring Tessa’s 
giggles. This snapped Tessa back into reality as she obscenely squatted opened 
her legs wide and virtually fisting herself in the frenzy to find the auction sale 
band secreted in her vagina by Mistress Jean.

“Yesss! What a relief have you all got yours?” all the women nodded and Tessa 
took a deep breath. “Have you heard when we are being sent to the slave 
auctions?”

“Very soon now you are up and about, they were kind enough to let us stay 
together until you were well enough to travel but they want us to do something 
before we all go to the auction…,” said Skye slowly.

“Oh, that sounds ominous, what?” asked Tessa tentatively.

“All of the twenty women conscripted from our dorm are either here or dead, so 
twenty more have been grabbed from ‘Bravo Sow Hostel’ for a dress rehearsals 
they jokingly call it and they want us to witness it and comment on how effective 
an execution it will be..,” said Skye with a grimace.

“Fucking hell…,” groaned Tessa.

“We have to watch twenty more from ‘Bravo Sow Hostel’ suffer that terrible cunt 
scalded tit hanged death, then vote on it,” Sniffed Hayley.

“No, only five will be scalded and tit hanged the other fifth teen will all be tortured 
to death by different means and  we have to vote on how entertaining their 
tortures will be for the invited audience,” said Skye looking at Hayley with an 
incredulous look on her face.

“Not only that, they want us to come up with a gruesome termination or 
terminations that will entertain the VIP’s invited,” said Inga forlornly.

Tessa thought for a while before answering she could tell her friends were in a 
quandary and were looking to her for leadership.

“Don’t treat this as a negative thing, remember you have all just shown the 
tenacity to survive the most hideous torture and mutilations yourself,” said Tessa 
slowly looking at all her friends faces for their reaction. “Let’s embrace this 
opportunity to ingratiate ourselves with our masters; we have supported other 
Hostel members enough. 

“Now let’s enjoy ourselves, we know what torture is we know what suffering is 
let’s use that now to our own advantage, we have to survive as a group, we are 
tit less sisters.”

“Tit less Sisters, yeah!” the all shouted as one, all so happy to be alive.

THE END

 

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