Spellbook Slave Monday Morning.
Mr. West there is a gentleman to see you. Says he has a business proposition for you.
Send him in Vicky.
An older white man comes in, wearing a polo shirt with the logo of “Club Tartarus” on it.
I’m Ray Petersen. I’m part owner and in house slaver for Club Tartarus. Let me cut to the chase, I’m going to retire soon, and I’d like to offer you the option of buying me out. Quarter Mill. It’s a pretty active club, but it could use some more exposure.
Well, this is rather sudden. I’m interested, I’ve been thinking about expanding into clubs, but let me get with my banker before I say one way or the other. Obviously, I need to check out the club first. It’s not one of the ones that I’ve done business with before.
Well, why don’t you drop in some time this week and check it out. Come as a regular patron first so you can see what it’s like when we’re not showing off.
Club Tartarus, Thursday Night
Vicky and I show up on Thursday night. Thursdays are usually slow at strip clubs, so this will be the club at it worst. It’s a small club. So far, I’m not so sure. There is a heavily tattooed, hard — looking long-haired redhead stripper on stage. She’s dancing to a Hip Hop song, and not dancing very well. This is not a good sign.
Just as her song ends, the DJ kicks in with his spiel
Welcome to tonight show here at Club Tartarus, where they dance and die! Well, wait a minute, let me deal with something first, this will take just a minute…. Stormy look at me, you slut!
With that, I see his hand come out of the window of the DJ booth overlooking the primary stage with a pistol in it, looks like a Glock.
<Blam><Blam>
Two quick shots later and Stormy is lying on the stage, with the top of her head blown off. The bouncer/bartender/cook comes up to the stage with meat hook in his hand, which he uses to pick up Stormy’s dead body and drag it back to the kitchen area.
I know I’m not supposed to just shoot them in the head, but you all know she wasn’t going to last long here any way, and she can’t dance for beans. Stormy will be available as girl burgers later tonight. If you want them. I’m not sure whether I would… We’ll be auctioning off her hide on Tuesday next week after it’s been treated for those that want girl skin leather with lots of ink on it. It really was her best feature. Tit less bitch. Gave good head, not great though, and great head is what it takes to stay alive here at Club Tartarus!
OK, maybe this place has some merit after all…
So, what do you think Vicky?
My God, he just blew her head off. That’s so hot. You know how I am about shooting sluts in the head. Can I have some money from the slush fund to bid on her leather? I’d like to make a vest, shorts, and a pair of gloves out of it.
OK, let’s get on with tonight’s real show! Let’s give it up for …drum roll sound effect… Christie and Siren! Two bouncers bring Christie up from the dressing room. She’s wearing a white tube dress that stops just below her crotch. It’s obvious she’s not wearing anything under it. She’s a blond, with large tits, with a face that is about a 9 on the 1 to 10 scale. Without seeing her nude I can’t really grade her, but assuming no scars or disfiguring marks she’s an A+, maybe an A Prime. Snuff bait for sure. She is struggling, but they have her in a pretty good arm lock. She was not going anywhere. The DJ goes on.
As you know, we do snuff shows here. Tonight’s show is this week’s ‘staff choice’. Christie was selected by the staff as the slut we like so see die. She selected to being beheaded as her way of going. That’s funny because if she gave better head, she would get to keep her head. For those that care, Christie was sold to us last month by her boyfriend. We got in contact with him and told him that he really should make tonight’s show.
A spotlight highlights a skinny guy back in the corner. A blond slave is blowing him, he waves, and the light goes off.
Please remember, all of our dancers are for sale or rent. Ask your waitress for the price list. In a normal club, I’d say tip the waitresses, but they’re slaves and don’t need the money! We skin and make girl skin leather out of all the sluts we snuff, so if you want some girl skin leather, come in on Tuesday when we auction off the pelts. We have their heads treated by a taxidermist, assuming that they are in any shape to be saved, and those are also auctioned off as well. If you’ve got some sluts or slaves you want made into girl skin, we will process her at very reasonable rates.
So they have a side business of making girl skin leather. It might be the only one in Eastlake. Point in their favor.
While the bouncers are bringing Christie up, Siren, who is either Swedish or likes the Swedish flag, pushes a guillotine on wheels onto the stage from the backstage area. That does explain why a club this size has a backstage, which isn’t normal for a strip club stage. The bouncers yank Christie’s dress off her then wrestle her into place on the guillotine, locking her into it, then placing the trigger cord out on to the stage. A rock song starts playing. Siren starts doing her routine, using the up rights of the guillotine as her stripper pole. Christie struggles against her bonds, but can’t get free.
A naked blond comes up to me, Hi! My names Shea, want me to blow you while Siren dances? I look at her. She doesn’t look like she’s old enough to be a slave, she’s still got braces on for Christ’s sake, but that’s not my problem. I assume that the club’s in house slaver makes sure that all the dancers are of age. She doesn’t really wait for me to answer, but sinks to her knees, pulling my cock out of my pants and taking it into her mouth. She licks the head for a bit, making my semi hard cock fully erect. Then she takes it down, all the way down. She’s good, I’ll give her that. Maybe not great, which appears to be important here. The Siren dances, removing her top and bottoms during her first song. As her second song starts, she grabs both of the up rights of the guillotine, flipping herself up, almost to the blade. She spins and twists a for a while, quite well I might add, then does a near perfect high bar dismount from the guillotine. She spins around on the floor for the last few measures of the song, then grabs the cord. Bye bitch. Shouldn’t have stolen my costume. I might have tried to get them to vote for another slut, but you’re on my list. With that, she pulls the cord and the blade drops.
<thunk>
Christie’s head lands with a thud on the stage. The blade has a hole in the middle of it, allowing for a blood spray. That’s a nice touch, most guillotine blades are solid and block the blood spray. Might look into that for the torture chamber, it’s definitely a good visual. Siren positions herself, so the blood spray goes mainly on her, rubbing it into her tits and belly.
Oh God, that’s hot. Guillotine are almost as hot as guns. We need to change our blade so it does a blood spray. The goth chicks would love that.
I was thinking that myself.
While Shea’s blowjob was good, it wasn’t the best I’ve had, but mixed with the snuff show, and Shea’s apparent age, I feel like I’m about to blow. I pull my cock out of Shea’s mouth, then cum hard on her face. Once I’m done, she looks up at me.
When I go, I want to go on a Jessica 3000. Or be manually spitted.
“Good luck with that, you’re really too skinny to roast.”
Oh, I know that, I just want to be spitted. What they do with my body after that, I don’t care.
How did you end up here, Shea?
Oh, I volunteered, along with my best friend. She got snuffed last week. I suspect I’m due for a death dance soon, but you know what they say, live fast, die young, leave a pretty corpse.
I’ve seen hundreds, maybe thousands, of slave girls snuffed before. Nothing with showmanship of this club. The DJ announces the next dancer as Barbara, as Siren pushes the guillotine back offstage. Barbara comes up, I kid you not, with a mop and bucket, wearing a topless French Maid outfit. She manages, over the course of two songs, to not only get naked, but mop up most of the blood, all while staying more or less in time to the music. Amazing. I can grade her and she’s A prime. Her head much be spectacular, or she would be snuff bait.
So what do you think, Vicky?
Oh, think you should buy in. I want to help snuff some of those girls. Siren needs a slow hang. Boss, if you buy the place, let me snuff Shea. She looks like she would be good for a 30-minute cycle on the Jessica. Maybe even doing the stop and start thing. Or the electric option that Alex just installed. Just high enough volts and amps to hurt, but not enough to stun or kill. The goth chicks are waiting on a slut that requires extra torture to use it on. Little Miss Braces looks like she requires it. Regardless of if you buy the place or not, buy Barbara. She can do her maid thing during working hours and that should get some more traffic.
Shea looks near orgasmic.
Please master, buy me, so the mistress may spit me. I’m one of the cheap slaves. Please buy me, I don’t want to just get shot in the head.
She’s not a mistress, she’s just a work slave. So what do you have against Miss Braces, Vicky?
Oh, she was from my school. Had a couple of bad encounters with her and her sisters. Not enough to do something about it then, but now that I might have a chance, yeah, I want to torture snuff the slut.
OK, I’ll keep that in mind.