{"loaderData":{"4":{"story":{"id":"b9c11e11-1d47-4928-831d-f959291d4a7e","seriesId":null,"seriesName":null,"currentUserId":"00000000-0000-0000-0000-000000000000","added":"2023-01-29T06:16:19.036Z","title":"Twenty Spoiled Pretty Princesses Meet Their Fate","slug":"twenty-spoiled-pretty-princesses-meet-their-fate","shortId":"gl9cMyos","authorNote":"THIS STORY DEPICTS REALLY SERIOUS EVIL. Albeit cartoonishly. But anyway the whole point of the story is to describe the intense psychological and physical torture and killing of twenty beautiful, innocent young women. Only read if you might enjoy such a FANTASY as FANTASY ONLY.","disclaimer":null,"type":"Short","paidUrl":null,"synopsis":"Kristen foolishly tries to awaken nineteen young happy innocent naive high class whore slaves to their true fate. It goes really really really poorly. Like as in, everybody dies. Horribly. Let me know if you like this story!","partCount":1,"parts":[{"partId":"8bcd9393-7b83-4a07-b23b-2a5198eb0d87","title":null,"summary":"“Hello girls, as you know, Kristen is here to visit with us\nafter living for almost a year outside.”","wordCount":4795,"readTime":24,"number":1,"state":"Published"}],"currentPart":1,"contentTitle":"Chapter 1","content":"

“Hello girls, as you know, Kristen is here to visit with us\nafter living for almost a year outside.”

The twenty girls of the Spoiled Pretty Princesses clapped\nenthusiastically at this, grinning at Kristen while she quietly, distantly\nsmiled back.

Ms. Davis continued, “And she’s here to tell you about her\nwonderful experiences and to give you advice for when you, too, go to live\noutside with her!”

Ms. Davis turned to Kristen and smiled. “So I won’t keep her\nlonger! Kristen, what do you have to share?”

The girls clapped again as Ms. Davis took her seat and\nKristen walked up to the podium at the front of the small classroom. “Hey\nPrincesses,” she said, gaining a moment’s breath before she did what she knew\nshe had come here to do.

The girls laughed and gave the standard reply, “Hey girl!” Almost\nall of them knew her as she’d just left last year. They were relaxed, happy,\nwaiting eagerly to hear her tales, as they heard from girls who had gone to\nlive outside every few months or so.

“So I…” Kristen paused.

Ms. Davis’s lips creased a bit. She wasn’t used to one of\nthe SPP’s being nervous in front of a crowd.

“It was pretty great, it was just like they always told us. Just\nlike here my only job was to fuck, and the men I fucked were…”

The girls leaned in and giggled.

“Yeah, they were really hot.” Everyone laughed. “And, you know,\nI’m an SPP, so I was good at my job.”

The girls nodded, grinning. “I could wear whatever sexy\noutfits I wanted. And when I wasn’t fucking I could read or watch anything, I\neven got to take little trips around town, shops would give me shit…”

Ms. Davis scowled, the girls were amused.

“…stuff, for free, hoping I might fuck them. I never had to.\nI got to eat really good food at these places, food for a princess, you know?\nThere are these places where they just, bring you and your client food while\nyou entertain him. It was… it was really wonderful.” Kristen knew she was\nstalling.

The girls looked at each other knowingly, sharing each others\njoy. It sounded just like they’d always been told.

“Then one of my clients…” Kristen paused for a very long\ntime.

Could she do this? She knew what would happen to her.

But she had to.

“One of my clients… told me… the truth…”

The girls were intent, waiting for her further revelation of\neven better ecstasies to be found Outside.

She could see from the side of her eye Ms. Davis’s head\nturning. She knew she didn’t have long.

“I was lucky. He showed me how lucky I was. Every year they\ndo send a couple of us to the really fancy, gentle brothels so we can come back\nand tell you that’s what it’s like for everybody. But most SPP’s don’t get taken\nto nice places, most get taken to,” her voice quaked, “mean men… who like to…\nhurt us, or common whorehouses to be fucked by…” her face wrinkled, “poor\npeople. They don’t give you anything you just have to fuck whenever they say,\nall day, no matter how ugly they are and…”

The girls looked very confused. Ms. Davis stared at Kristen\nbut said nothing.

“And that’s not the worst. A few of us get…” her knees\nbuckled as she said it out loud, she had to hold herself up with her arms on\nthe podium. “Killed. Hurt and killed. Sometimes they take us straight from here\nand hurt us until we die, if someone paid enough money for that.”

She gazed imploringly at the girls’ faces, waiting for it to\nsink in. For an instant she could see reactions starting to well up on their\nfaces, and pictured them rising up, panicking, doing whatever they could to\nfight and escape. And then the response came.

The girls laughed. Every single one. One of the girls in\nfront yelled through her laughs “Kristen what the fuck?” Ms Davis snapped at\nthis “Cordelia!”

“No I’m being serious Princesses! This is all a… they’re… it’s\nnot….”

How to tell girls who had been treated as absolutely spoiled\nprincess whores and had only ever heard promises of the same treatment once\ntheir training was over, what language could possibly get through to them that\ndidn’t sound totally absurd? She knew there were words to accomplish this. But here\ntalking to the girls, the words escaped and were nowhere to be found.

Kristen found herself, too quickly, too finally, unable to\ncontinue. She dropped helplessly, unable to sustain herself, sitting hard in\nthe chair next to her, tears welling up.

Ms Davis stood up. “Girls, I’m sorry Kristen has decided to make\nthis a joke, I don’t know what got into her.” She looked sternly at Kristen who\nbegan to turn a deep red. Of course they wouldn’t lay a hand on her here, in\nfront of the other girls. As far as any Spoiled Pretty Princess knew, no one\never laid a hand on a girl ever unless she wanted them to or unless it was her\njob to fuck them. She knew she could never survive this, but now she saw there was\nnot even to be a martyrdom to it, no drama. The girls were just going to… leave…\nlaughing.

Ms. Davis had the girls line up in the standard way and go\nback to their rooms (after having Cordelia—the “fuck” sayer—hand over her last\norgasm token for the week). Only after all the girls had left did she turn to\nKristen, while one of the guardians stepped behind her and took her by the arms,\nlifting her from her chair.

Ms. Davis said “Do you think you’re the first to do this?”

Kristen began to cry. “I think you lied to us. To all of us.”

“Yes, obviously. We’re going to find out who told you the\ntruth. Then we’re going to make… a lot of money off of you.”

“What does that mean?”

Ms Davis ignored her, continuing with a laugh. “You thought\nyou were going to hurt my business but all you’ve done is doomed yourself,\ndoomed the girls, and you’ve guaranteed I am going to make so much money.” She shook\nher head. “So much money, it’s obscene.”

The guardian behind her began dragging her through a door. “What\ndo you mean doomed the girls? They didn’t even believe me? What do you mean?”

But the door shut, and she felt a prick, and the world\nstopped.

***

She had no strength. It was shameful how quickly she gave up\nthe client who had told her the truth. They hadn’t even had to break, or really\neven stretch anything. Seeing her friends from the SPP’s simply laugh at her trying\nto save their lives.

In less than a day she’d given them his identity, told them\neverything he had shown her, the videos of girls being tortured, the news\nstories positively reviewing those horrible, dirty, disgusting poor people whorehouses,\nthe excerpts from manuals explaining how to keep this secret from her when a\nclient took her “out” on a “date.”

And here, less than a day later, she was strapped into a\nchair, her wrists, elbows, knees and ankles strapped down, her mouth gagged. Cameras\nwere set up all around the walls, another, empty chair across from her. There\nwere small cabinets, some with drawers. It felt almost like an abandoned doctor’s\noffice, some of the accoutrements of that office still here, many having been\ntaken away.

In front of one of her hands she could see three protrusions\nfrom the arm of the chair she was strapped to. They looked like little switches\nor buttons. One was red, one was blue, one was green.

No one had spoken to her. She did not know what any of this\nwas for.

A door opened into the room. In walked a guardian, a tough middle\naged woman, escorting a young girl into the room. It was one of the Spoiled\nPretty Princesses, dressed in a nice little neglige. It was Elena, Kristen’s\nbest friend before she was taken Outside. Elena walked in with a smile, and\nsaid “Princess here to serve” in the standard way before she noticed this room\nwas very different from the usual fancy, soft, pink fucking rooms she’d always\nbeen taken to before.

As the guardian shut the door behind her Elena said “Kristen?\nWhat’s happening?” She didn’t even sound afraid, just puzzled.

The guardian said gently to Elena, “Take off your clothes,\nDear.” Elena did so without thought, as she always would, and handed it to the\nguardian.

The guardian discarded the clothing in the corner behind the\ndoor, then guided Elena over to the empty chair. “I don’t understand,” Elena\nfinally began to say as the guardian firmly pushed Elena down into the chair and\nbegan strapping her in.

Kristen sobbed. She didn’t know what exactly was happening\nto Elena but the import of Ms. Davis’s word “doom” was beginning to sink in.

“Kristen why are you crying?” said Elena, worried for her\nfriend and maybe beginning, finally, to worry for other reasons.

At this point, all of Elena’s limbs were secured, and on a\nwall that both Kristen and Elena could see, a series of lights began flashing.

The lights were arranged in a grid, and every light was\nbehind a word. At first it went too fast for Kristen to make out what any of\nthe words were saying but after a few seconds they slowed down to a rate that\nallowed Kristen and Elena to begin to read what the lights were saying.

Kristen, in her gagged state, began a keening wail. Elena’s\nmouth gaped open. She knew some of the words but could not understand their\nmeaning for her. She only knew they were horrible words, making her think of\nterrible things. “What is happening?” she asked. “What does it mean?”

Finally, the lights stopped flashing. Three words were\nhighlighted, one in red, one in blue, one in green.

Kristen finally understood the meaning of the three switches\nin front of her right hand. One was red. One was blue. One was green.

Ms Davis’s voice came over the intercom. “Kristen, you must\nchoose now.”

Kristen shook her head back and forth violently, a muffled “nnnoooooo”\ncoming from her gagged mouth.

The guardian opened a drawer, and produced from it a whip.\nNothing fancy, just an absolutely standard, functional whip, the likes of which\nElena had never seen before—never even anything vaguely similar—and which\nKristen herself had only seen in one of the videos her truth-telling client had\nshown her, asking her to stroke him while she cried.

The guardian brought the whip up into the air, facing Elena.\nElena asked innocently “What is that?” before the whip came down. The guardian\nshowed no finesse of any kind, simply brought the whip down as hard as she\ncould on the poor girl. It hit her cheek, her chest, and her leg. Elena\ncompletely froze, unable to compute what had just happened. Then as the whip\nwas raised again she screamed something she’d never said to a guardian before,\never. “No!” and the whip fell down again, hitting her shoulder, her chest, her\ntummy.

Elena cried in agony and complete incomprehension while\nKristen screamed through her gag in a rage.

The guardian then turned around and aimed the whip at\nKristen. Kristen could see the guardian, whom she recognized, and had always seen\nas a caregiver, if somewhat distant, if somewhat gruff—nevertheless, a caregiver,\nthere to help her along as she trained and served. The guardian, as she lifted\nthe whip, was smiling.

Just as she brought it down on Kristen, heedlessly hitting\nKristen wherever the whip happened to land—her eye, her chin, her inner thigh—Ms\nDavis’s voice simultaneously barked, “Choose, Kristen.”

Kristen found it in her to yell once more, “I won’t!” before\nthe whip came down again, tearing skin from her clavicle, her nipple, the top\nof her labia. The two girls were feverishly incoherently screaming together,\nand they had only been hit two times.

“You will both be tortured until you choose,” was all Ms\nDavis said, and the guardian continued, hitting first Elena, then Kristen, then\nElena again and so on.

Between blows Elena begged “Please, Kristen, just do it, I\ndon’t understand just do it!”

Kristen gazed, sick, fearing the next blow, at the blue, red\nand green switches in front of her. On the wall, the lights had landed on three\ncorresponding words:

In red: “Gibbetted”

In blue: “Crushed”

In green: “Beheaded”

Another blow landed, hitting her back as she had leaned forward\ntrying stupidly to avoid it.

She jerked back in pain and cried through her gag again “I cnn’t!\nI cnn’t ms dvvss I cnn’t!”

Elena was already shrieking before the guardian had even\nturned around to hit her. “Kristen choose! Make her stop! Choose you fucking…”

The whip came down.

“You fucking biihihihitch what are you doing?”

Kristen looked at Elena in the eyes while they both cried.\nShe tried to communicate a sad, hugging goodbye through her eyes alone. She\nknew there was no escape. She knew Elena would never understand. She knew what\nshe had to do. And still, she realized as the guardian began to swing down on\nher once again, she couldn’t quite bring herself to do it.”

She moved her finger just enough so that the spasm of pain\nas the whip hit her yet again made her finger twitch down. She had chosen. She\ndidn’t know what “gibbetted” meant. She couldn’t bear to think of Elena “crushed.”\nShe knew her choice would lead to a horrific site but she comforted herself\nthat for Elena it would go quickly and be finished. Her finger hit the green\nbutton, “beheading,” at the very moment the whip landed across her body for a\nfinal blow.

The word “Beheading” lit up brighter while the other two lights\nswitched off.

The guardian grinned down at Kristen’s crying, pleading\nface. “Nice choice” she whispered, as she put the whip away.

And then she brought out a saw, a handle on each end, and a\nsecond guardian entered, this one younger, wiry, a matter of fact aura around\nher.

This wasn’t going to be quick. This wasn’t going to be quick\nat all.

Even now, Elena didn’t realize what was to happen until it\nhad begun happening. The cameras watched along with Kristen as the two\nguardians, with great effort and clear satisfaction, took Elena’s head off.\nElena’s screams of shock, then pain and shock, then absolute panic unable to\neven think of pain, didn’t last long before turning into gurgles and finally\ninto nothing.

***

When Kristen came to, it was clear she’d been anaesthetized,\nher body cleaned up, the room scrubbed. She still had whip marks on her body\nbut aside from that all was as before. Kristen wept. Ms Davis’s voice came into\nthe room, “You did this Kristen,” to which Kristen replied with a muffled “I\nknnw, ‘m srry”

Ms Davis chuckled, “Don’t be. The streaming fees we’re making\noff of this will fund an entire new crop of Spoiled Pretty Princesses easily\nand the rest is pure profit.

Kristen let those words sink in. An entire new crop.

That’s when the door opened, and the younger, more wirey\nguardian from before came in with another Spoiled Pretty Princess in tow. This\ntime it was Hannah, a new girl Kristen had never met. She was smiling, wearing\na little schoolgirl outfit, and said “Princess ready to serve Daddy!” before\nnoticing the Kristen and the empty chair and the very much not nice looking\nnature of the room she’d just been escorted into.

“Off with your clothes dear” said the guardian, and Hanna\ncomplied happily while still seeming a little confused, and willingly sat. “Kristen?”\nshe said, her eyes wide and innocent. “What is happening?”

Hannah ended up being a little faster on the ball than Elena.\nAs before, the girls were both tormented while Ms Davis barked at Kristen to\nchoose. This time the torment came in the form of a cattle prod applied more\nand more intensely to more and more sensitive parts of their bodies. After the\nfirst several rounds of this Kristen was trying to gather her courage and do what\nshe knew had to be done to end her friend’s agony.

Hannah asked in a panic as the guardian was approaching to\nshock her yet again, “Kristen you were telling the truth??”

Kristen desperately nodded. Ms Davis spoke to this as well. “So\nwhat do you think of that Hannah?

The guardian paused now, not yet applying electricity to\nHanna’s nipple. “You sell us off to be… hurt… like this?”

Ms Davis simply answered, “That’s right. That’s what Kristen\nwas telling you, and she was telling you the truth.”

“But why are you hurting me now?” Hannah cried. “Are you punishing\nme?”

“Yes,” said Ms Davis, “We are punishing you.”

“But I didn’t do anything wrong! I didn’t believe her! I\ndidn’t believe you!” this last was directed at Kristen.

“Oh we know, dear. None of you believed her. It was stupid\nfor her to think you would. But you all heard, and that is enough. The seed was\nplanted. You are no longer any good to us. We are punishing you for what\nKristen did.”

Hannah now cried directly at Kristen. “Why did you tell? Why\ndid you tell you fucking idiot?”

And the electricity landed. Hannah’s weeping was now not\nonly at the agony she was experiencing but mourning at the realization she\ncould have had so much more time, years, before going Outside and even then,\nshe had a great chance not to be treated like this. “Oh my god,” she said,\nstaring angrily at Kristen as the cattle prod touched her tit, “Oh my god you\nfoolish bitch. You complete cunt.”

Kristen cried, “’mmm srrryyyy” as the prod touched Hanna’s\nlabia.

The three choices for Hannah were

Red: Drowning

Blue: Beating

Green: Staking

Before the prod could reach Kristen’s own vagina she made her\nchoice, extending her finger, leaving one light on, the other two extinguished.

Hannah looked up, saw the word that was left, and asked in\nterror “Are you going to drown Kristen?” The guardian laughed at this.

A third guardian, this one who Kristen always had thought of\nas fat and jolly, came in with a glass bowl-like contraption with a large hole\nin the bottom and two eyelets, one on each side, directly across from each\nother. The guardians placed it, right side up, over Hannah’s head, and pushed\nit down. Her head was now encased in a bowl, the plastic lining the hole around\nher neck didn’t form much of a seal but that problem was to be solved in a\nmoment.

The eyes in the sides of the bowl were secured in place using\nrope, meaning Hannah could not move her head much. Air was pumped into the\nplastic around her neck making it impossible for her to wiggle enough to let\nanything slip through. They turned on the sinks, grabbed jugs, and began\npouring water into Hanna’s bowl, filling it up while she struggled and coughed.

Finally she could do nothing but hold her breath for as long\nas possible. After a minute her whole body was quaking. After two minutes she\nquickly expelled all of her air, and she was done for, hopelessly struggling as\nshe breathed pure water into her lungs, her eyes casting about wildly. And a\nmoment later, she went limp, her eyes remaining open as her final oxygen was\nused up.

Kristen didn’t black out this time while she wept, and there\nwas no need for them to clean her up so she was left awake to watch Hannah’s\nbody carried—dragged unceremoniously—out of the room and the watery mess left\nbehind was mopped up.

***

There were twenty girls in the Spoiled Pretty Princess\ncadre. It would be tedious to describe what Kristen saw happen to each and\nevery one of them in turn. She watched twenty girls tortured and killed\nhorrifically, most of them her friends, all of them fellow gentle, innocent\nyoung whores who she had given her own life trying to save them.

The next girl she had to choose for was Summer. She had come\nin smiling wearing her sexiest bra and panties. After she and Kristen were\nburned several times in the worst place with a curling iron Kristen finally\nchose from the list of three options. Frying, beating, and gibbetting. Neither\nKristen nor Summer had any idea what Gibbetting was but Kristen in despair\ncould only hope it may be less horrific than being fried?! Or beaten to death.

And so Summer was placed inside a cage in which she had room\nonly to stand, no room even to bend her legs or her elbows. And that cage was\nrolled into Ms Davis’s office. Placed behind glass, hung in this cage, Summer\nwas to spend the few days remaining to receiving no food or drink, surrounded\nby screens showing two kinds of images: of the best moments of her own life—the\nbest fucks, the most fun times she had with her sisters in the Spoiled Pretty\nPrincess cadre, and the deaths of those very friends as they happened.

After Summer was wheeled out Kristen chose strangling for\nher next friend, then the next girl she doomed to be stabbed to death while restrained\nto the chair. A girl was suffocated with a plastic bag, another was, not\nstabbed, but repeatedly sliced, with knives until she bled out.

When a girl’s limbs were sawed off one by one in front of\nher, Kristen didn’t understand how things could get any worse. Then came poor\nAbigail.

When they had served as Spoiled Pretty Princesses together,\nKristen had snuck into Abigail’s bed regularly to make love to her. Abigail had\nnever asked for her to do so, but she didn’t put up much of a fuss. All this was\nagainst the rules, as the girls’ orgasms were supposed to be rationed, but the\nworst that would ever happen to them was enforced edging.

Take that in—prior to today, the worst punishment any of\nthese girls had ever experienced was to be pleasured for an extended period of\ntime without being allowed to orgasm.

Abigail was a beautiful, lovely girl. The risk of such “punishment”\nhad been worth it. She had been happy to risk getting herself and Abigail punished\nbefore—and now was getting them both tortured to death.

Kristen had stopped delaying her choice several girls ago. The\nguardians and Ms Davis took this in stride, now simply torturing the girls at\nwill until they felt ready to kill their victim. And so Kristen and Abigail\nboth got several needles to their fingernail beds before Kristen’s choice was\nput into action. This time she had to choose between “roasting,” “staking” and “beating.”\nNot knowing what “staking” meant Kristen wept when she finally chose beating, feeling\nbeing beaten to death would be less horrific than being roasted alive.

Abigail was immediately released, completely incomprehending\nof what was happening. She was taken out of the room by the guardian who had\nbrought her in, and then Kristen watched her fate on video. Abigail was taken\nto another room, in which there were several men. They had paid to be here.\nMany of them had been clients previously. Abigail recognized them. She had thought\nof them as kind men, happy to give her their semen. “Mr. Hawthorne?” she asked.\n“Are we, is this a fuck room?” She almost sounded relieved, even though it definitely\ndidn’t look like one. No beds, nothing nice at all. Just a bunch of men and a\nfew chairs.

Mr. Hawthorne and the other men laughed. “Of sorts,” he said,\napproaching her, and without hesitation, he balled up his hand into a fist and\nhit her square in the jaw.

The men held her down and beat her, meanwhile also taking\nturns raping her. The thing was, she had only been in the SPP for a short time,\nand so was still a virgin, having been trained only in how to pleasure a person\nwith her mouth by this point. The men were aware of this, or at least, aware\nthey’d never been allowed to fuck her pussy or ass before, so they took\nparticular pleasure in her pain and confusion as they breached her lower holes.

While one man would rape her, others would grab her face and\npunch it mercilessly, or kick her in the side, or slap her gut hard.

Once they’d all had their fill of filling her up, they\nproceeded to hold her up against the wall and punch her in the stomach as hard\nas they could. She begged for them to stop continuously, so eventually they let\nher drop to the ground and began kicking her mercilessly in the face, gut and\nback with their steel toed boots. Once she stopped they stomped on her just to\nbe sure, laughing at each other’s viciousness.

That was what happened to poor Abigail.

Another of Kristen’s friends was killed by another paying\nvolunteer. Kristen had chosen “gagging,” and the guardian simply put a ring gag\non the girl’s face, and brought a man in to jam his dick into her throat. She\ncould not get away from him, being strapped to the chair. He simply fucked her\nface until she died.

***

Kristen didn’t witness any more of the killings in person. One\nby one the nine remaining girls were brought in, confused, and she chose a fate\nfor them. The girl would then be immediately taken away and the next brought\nin.

After all nine fates had been chosen, Kristen suffered her\nown fate. Two guardians brought her to a room she’d never been to before,\nfilled with beds and lockers. There were guardians scattered here and there in\nthe room, all of them looking at her hungrily. She was brought to the center of\nthe room and dropped on the floor next to a grate.

A guardian opened the grate, and pulled up on a chain hooked\nto the wall of the chamber that had been revealed.

Kristen recognized the girl who was pulled up in this way. She\ncould not remember her name. But despite the numerous bruises and cuts, all the\nswelling and disfigurement the girl had undergone, she knew she had seen this\ngirl before, when she had been a Spoiled Pretty Princess. In Kristen’s own\nfinal year before going Outside this was one of the girls who gone on before\nher. They had had a little party for her and handed her joyfully off to her\nescort to be taken to whatever ecstatic assignment awaited her.

Which turned out to be, living in a literal hole in the\nfloor in the Guardians’ dormitory.

The girl was conscious, barely, as she was dragged out. She\nwatched with eyes barely open, laying on the floor, as a leather belt with\ncuffs on either side was removed from her waist and wrists. They then rolled it\naround Kristen’s waist, and sealed her wrists into the cuffs, such that she\ncould not move her hands away from her hips. The girl continued to watch, and\nbegan sobbing, as the chain was attached to the back of Kristen’s new belt. A\ngag went over Kristen’s mouth, and the guardians shoved her roughly into the hole\nto take the girl’s place. Then the grate was shut over her head, leaving her in\nnear total darkness.

She had no room to move. It was almost as tight as the girl\nwho had been left hanging in the cage in Ms. Davis’s room. She could only\nstand, listen and cry as she heard the poor girl above’s final hour or two of\nlife being raped and beaten by the guardians. The last thing she heard was the\npoor girl’s shrieks as the guardians took turns biting her, seeing who could\nmake her yell the loudest. The winner got the privilege of strangling the poor\ngirl to death, and was allowed (Kristen heard them say) to sleep with the\ncorpse overnight.

She had no idea how much time passed before the screens came\non in her little hole, showing her the fate of the nine girls she had chosen\nfor prior to being brought here.

It was like a camp. Some men and women she recognized, many\nshe didn’t, had paid to gather together to send these nine girls to their end.\nOne by one they treated the girls to exactly the fates chosen by Kristen. While\neach girl suffered her fate the others, weeping tears of helpless confusion and\nterror, were passed around to get fucked at will.

They tied a girl to stakes in the ground (“ahah,” Kristen\nthought incongruously, “staking”) and covered her with insect attractant, leaving\nher there to punctuate the night with her screams and cries. Another girl was\ntied to a cross and left similarly. As these two girls panted and protested, the\nmen and women crushed another under a\nboard and many heavy rocks. They then tied another girl and simply buried her\nalive under gravel.

Kristen saw the final four girls get cooked, so to speak. One\nwas roasted alive inside a giant metal container, one boiled alive (only her\nhead above water), and one literally fried in a giant frying pan with a grate\npreventing her from sitting up. The final girl begged to be released after her final\nfucking, but of course that was not to be. They strapped her to a bedframe over\na fire and burned alive over a low flame, roasting marshmallows and singing\ncamp songs while she desperately screamed.

And that was the end of that cadre of Spoiled Pretty\nPrincesses. Such wholesale slaughters of an entire cadre were not a common\noccurrence but just as Ms. Davis had said, the only effect was to make her even\nmore ridiculously rich than she had already been.

A new cadre was brought in by the usual methods. But Kristen\nnever saw one in person, only was shown the new cadre on her little screen in\nher little hole. Ms Davis just wanted to make sure Kristen knew how useless her\ngesture had truly been!

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She spent her final year living in that oubliette in the\nground, the hole just large enough for her to stand in. The guardians gave her just\nenough food and drink to keep her alive, and whenever they had a break from\ntheir work helping guide the new group of Spoiled Pretty Princesses, they would\ndrag her out of her hole and take turns fucking her, hitting her, burning her,\ncutting her, and whatever else came to their fairly simple minds. When one of\nthe new crop of Spoiled Pretty Princess was finally brought in unwittingly to\nreplace Kristen, Kristen was genuinely relieved to finally be pulled out and\ngiven her final round of beatings, bites, clawings and rapings, and her final\nstrangulation by the guardian she’d two years ago thought of as a grandmotherly\nfigure. As that guardian laughed, Kristen also, her windpipe being inexorably\ncrushed, managed a happy little chuckle of her own.

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