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Duke had found Cassandra in St. Louis where, at the end of a long cattle drive, he had found that the politics had altered.

The well-known establishment’s progressive owner, a madam with a luscious figure, provocatively showed to turn any guy’s head, had introduced explicit sexual home entertainment, with the deterioration of young ladies as the main theme.

Instead of having to go outdoors to the row of outhouses to relieve themselves, the clients could conveniently enter a side room where a copper bath tub filled with perfumed water had been set up as a urinal. In it sat a naked female, and the patrons paid a nickel to urinate on her. For a quarter, she would open her mouth and drink they’re offering direct from their erect fountains.

The guys required the shameless young girls, whose young wombs swelled with their heavy load of metal loot. When a woman was suspicious, she would “accidentally” let the last coins deposited drop from her cunt, but the owner of the whorehouse found the guys were gravely insulted by this practice.

When sex-starved cowboys initially arrived off the range with their pay packing their pants, or when the range bosses came in for an evening of enjoyable, the ladies sometimes even made old and wrinkly and moistened paper earnings. At this facility, for anyone who would tip a whole dollar, the women would see and motivate the men who ejaculated and masturbated onto the bill before folding it and tucking it into their wombs, soaked with fresh sperm. It was called the cunnie-bank trick, and in the past year, three ladies had in fact conceived from this practice.

It was a dirty technique, however it motivated the huge ideas that made the horrible task worthwhile. To make it worth their while, the voluptuous 22 year old would sprinkle a few drops of her own amber due into the drink.

This was the wild west, and although much of the struggle for ownership from the Indians and the land wars in between cattle barons and dirt farmers was history, the spirit of the land was still that the powerful ruled, and that their rule was law. Without the classic struggles, the use of power shifted to more Draconian measures. The guideline of law had not yet become well developed, and wealthy livestock barons had small armies of mercenaries to implement their will. The position of women had reached an all-time low in America. The control, abuse and debasement of females for both fun and profit had actually reached an all-time high. Even the major city of St. Lewis, where the impacts of civilization was plentiful, now had its streets where anything could be acquired; where the home entertainment was designed to satisfy the passions of the clients, without any regard for the convenience, ethical fiber or security of the females utilized there.

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This bar was such an establishment, and the passions of the cattlemen, who still spent months on the range without access to females, were completely satisfied. A tiny phase had been established behind the bar. To earn additional pocket money while attending the university, Cassandra worked at the whorehouse, not as a typical whore, but as an actress. She lay on a filthy straw-filled mat where young studs were paid a free drink to fuck her. The cowboys and other consumers watched and made encouraging remarks to their bold buddies who joined her and made highly insulting and equally impolite remarks to her. She gave the boys the ride of their lives, covering her legs around them and bucking her hips wildly, extracting their lust, and after that utilizing her vagina control to milk their penises dry of their orgasm by deceiving them into early ejaculation.

She loved the attention the man gave her, no matter how bawdy their insults. She made a dollar a night for her starring role, which permitted her to live in an elegant house and to buy for herself gorgeous clothing. She was living high for an university student and having the time of her young life in the process. Her parents and more youthful sis knew nothing of her debasing employment. They were back on their little ranch, striving to make money while sending whatever they might spare to Cassandra to help with her education.

It was her shameless manner that caught Duke’s attention. Duke offered the bartender five silver dollars to have the gorgeous eighteen-year-old bury a scotch bottle in her cum-slicked womb.

Duke was extremely happy to see the girl had a cost, which she was video game to degrade herself prior to a crowd of salivating drunks for the rate of a set of stylish boots. She got the bottle into her womb, totally buried in her love nest, however as Duke expected, had put the stubby neck in first, and when she attempted to remove it, she discovered the power of a vacuum. With the tight rim of her vaginal area grasping the end of the bottle, she had problem getting hold of the smooth wet glass, and when she lastly got a grip on it, she was only able to get it out three inches.

As she pulled on the cunt-warmed glass, the bottle tried to suck her uterus into its slender neck, and the more difficult she pulled, the greater the force of the vacuum inside her, so that her puckered cervix swelled into the bottle’s neck. The bottom of the bottle acted as a lens, and those close to the bar, including Duke, might see an interesting though the distorted view of the stressful action deep inside the lovely lady’s most secret part.

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After nearly twenty minutes of struggle with the mysteriously stuck bottle, when Duke figured she had actually suffered enough of the most excruciating discomfort and anxiety, he stepped around the bar to assist the maiden amusing the men with her wonderful misfortune. Using the barrel of his pistol as a mallet, he smashed the end of the bottle, breaking the vacuum, inside. The nude performer gingerly slid the fractured glass out of her securely gripping vagina.

Blood leaked freely from her wounded sex slit, demonstrating to Duke’s complete satisfaction the uncomfortable internal damage he had done to the bold young bitch’s pretty cunt. Despite the cruelty of his option to the issue he had generated for her in the first place, she was plainly relieved to have that massive bottle out of her aching hole. She had no concept that it was Duke who had actually paid the bartender to persuade her to do the disgusting bottle-in-the-hole technique and, as he had totally planned, she felt in his financial obligation for his assistance. That had actually been his style.

The madam who ran the whorehouse had actually seen the whole episode. She did not miss out on much that went on in her establishment, and she was suitably amazed with the way Duke had actually got the lady to voluntarily endanger herself with the unusual trick. She was also mad that he had actually unclear it with herself initially. She ran a tight ship and kept stringent control of all abuse and injury to her women. When a lady was to be harmed, it was to be with her blessing and she was to be spent for the difficulty. This was her facility, and her stock that was being abused, so she wanted her share of the profit.

The madam was, on the other hand, an extremely practical person, and she understood how to spot a source of income, at any cost. She was rather prepared to sell both the bodies and the souls of the young ladies who worked for her. There was no limit to the demands she would satisfy if the cost was right, and she had constructed a reputation on doing simply that. Anyone wanting to kill or have killed a woman for sport had just to come to her, and she would make the needed arrangements. To her the life of a lady was cheap, however she ensured she made a handsome profit on any female killed on her properties.

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