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The skinning contest
I have to report to a party for extreme sadists.
There are rumors that slaves were slaughtered at these parties in the past. But those are just rumours…. Until now then.
After entering I am told that a skinning competition is being held. Two butchers get a slave that they have to get rid of his skin as quickly as possible. The condition is that the slave remains alive and conscious during the skinning. And the host says to me 'one of those slaves, that's you'. You probably already understand that resistance is pointless, and for us it's really just fun. If you resist, we will punish it with extreme pain. You can't get away with it anyway and it's best to let it happen. There are other slaves present who will not be slaughtered yet. We will torture and rape them extremely. However, your meat must not be damaged unnecessarily, it must be suitable for consumption. While we amuse ourselves with the other slaves, your butcher will prepare you for the match.
In front of the sadists I undress and am immediately fastened with arms and legs wide. The guests immediately approach me and start groping me thoroughly. What is striking is that I am not just touched a little, but that there is clearly attention to meat structure and quality. Arms, breast meat, abdomen and back muscles are checked and an estimate of quality and taste is made out loud. Also cock, balls and buttocks cannot escape the judging hands of the cannibals. While I am being examined in this way, I can see how a bbq is being built in the garden. One of those present comes to me, and while she is squeezing my meat, she whispers to me: Nice BBQ, isn't it? Just a little while and your meat will be sizzling on it. I can hardly wait. I want to cry out in fear and lash at my shackles, but the gag and shackles do their job. You can barely hear my screams and the shackles don't budge. The sadists smile happily at me. They then turn to the rest of the slaves, who are not slaughtered to indulge in them.
The man who is going to skin me comes up to me and starts to inspect me thoroughly, feels how tight my skin is and shaves away the last hairs that are still on my body. His blade must be able to cut smoothly through my skin. After he completely depilated me, I was brutally raped by him with a strap-on.
In the meantime, the others present have finished playing with the slaves, it is time for the match.
An extendable bar is mounted on the floor between my legs. This bar is hollow and has fold-out hooks that, once in my anus, fold out so that I stand very still. When I move they cut into my gut causing excruciating pain. So I stand nicely still while the butcher lets his knife go through my skin. The butcher first cuts all the way around my neck and throat and then goes over my chest and stomach to my cock and balls. He cuts off the skin around my balls, but still leaves cock and balls. Then he works from my neck over my arms, back and legs and completely loosens my skin. Several times I seem to succumb to the pain, but by means of aggressive substances under my nose I am always kept conscious. While this is happening I can see another slave suffer the same fate, but my butcher is ready first and I am completely skinned in front of the audience. He proudly holds my loose skin forward and jokes; That's a nice winter coat. The audience looks at my skin and my skinned body. After some time my butcher says, Come it's time to put him out of his misery, and besides, I'm getting hungry. Let's finish him.
I am released and hung upside down with arms and legs wide. My cock and balls are now fully available to the butcher's knife, who removes them with a sharp cut. Finish him, finish him, the crowd shouts.
The butcher pulls my head back and slit my throat. As the blood spurts from my throat I feel myself lose consciousness.
The guests had a wonderful day and a delicious BBQ.
I have to report to a party for extreme sadists.
There are rumors that slaves were slaughtered at these parties in the past. But those are just rumours…. Until now then.
After entering I am told that a skinning competition is being held. Two butchers get a slave that they have to get rid of his skin as quickly as possible. The condition is that the slave remains alive and conscious during the skinning. And the host says to me 'one of those slaves, that's you'. You probably already understand that resistance is pointless, and for us it's really just fun. If you resist, we will punish it with extreme pain. You can't get away with it anyway and it's best to let it happen. There are other slaves present who will not be slaughtered yet. We will torture and rape them extremely. However, your meat must not be damaged unnecessarily, it must be suitable for consumption. While we amuse ourselves with the other slaves, your butcher will prepare you for the match.
In front of the sadists I undress and am immediately fastened with arms and legs wide. The guests immediately approach me and start groping me thoroughly. What is striking is that I am not just touched a little, but that there is clearly attention to meat structure and quality. Arms, breast meat, abdomen and back muscles are checked and an estimate of quality and taste is made out loud. Also cock, balls and buttocks cannot escape the judging hands of the cannibals. While I am being examined in this way, I can see how a bbq is being built in the garden. One of those present comes to me, and while she is squeezing my meat, she whispers to me: Nice BBQ, isn't it? Just a little while and your meat will be sizzling on it. I can hardly wait. I want to cry out in fear and lash at my shackles, but the gag and shackles do their job. You can barely hear my screams and the shackles don't budge. The sadists smile happily at me. They then turn to the rest of the slaves, who are not slaughtered to indulge in them.
The man who is going to skin me comes up to me and starts to inspect me thoroughly, feels how tight my skin is and shaves away the last hairs that are still on my body. His blade must be able to cut smoothly through my skin. After he completely depilated me, I was brutally raped by him with a strap-on.
In the meantime, the others present have finished playing with the slaves, it is time for the match.
An extendable bar is mounted on the floor between my legs. This bar is hollow and has fold-out hooks that, once in my anus, fold out so that I stand very still. When I move they cut into my gut causing excruciating pain. So I stand nicely still while the butcher lets his knife go through my skin. The butcher first cuts all the way around my neck and throat and then goes over my chest and stomach to my cock and balls. He cuts off the skin around my balls, but still leaves cock and balls. Then he works from my neck over my arms, back and legs and completely loosens my skin. Several times I seem to succumb to the pain, but by means of aggressive substances under my nose I am always kept conscious. While this is happening I can see another slave suffer the same fate, but my butcher is ready first and I am completely skinned in front of the audience. He proudly holds my loose skin forward and jokes; That's a nice winter coat. The audience looks at my skin and my skinned body. After some time my butcher says, Come it's time to put him out of his misery, and besides, I'm getting hungry. Let's finish him.
I am released and hung upside down with arms and legs wide. My cock and balls are now fully available to the butcher's knife, who removes them with a sharp cut. Finish him, finish him, the crowd shouts.
The butcher pulls my head back and slit my throat. As the blood spurts from my throat I feel myself lose consciousness.
The guests had a wonderful day and a delicious BBQ.
