The three young naked women writhed in the torture chairs
under the hungry eyes of their merciless tormentors who cheered their
suffering. They sobbed and moaned while
they jerked futilely against the heavy leather binding straps and metal cuffs
that held them secure as their most intimate organs were beaten, pronged,
drilled and impaled. Tears and saliva
ran down their cheeks and about their gag-stuffed mouths to drip onto their
bound, bulging and shivering breasts, tipped by nipples perversely swollen to
India rubber hardness, that were turning from pink to scarlet and maroon under
the remorseless lash of flailing spanking straps. From under the metal bands that bound their
mammaries ***** trickled down their chests over their palpitating stomachs to
seep into their already sodden pubic curls.
The juices that dripped in turn from their gaping, engorged sex-mouths
fell from between their splayed and straining thighs onto the horrific
mechanisms that were so cruelly grinding and impaling them, while their buttock
cheeks clenched in a futile effort to resist the metal probes as they plunged
and drilled deep into their rectums. The
floor about their bare feet was wet with their own urine, shamefully ejected
from their dripping, plugged and pricked pussy mouths by unendurable pain.
And through their agony and shame each
of them were thinking: if only they had not answered that advert… if only…
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Are you a good-looking, healthy,
single woman between 18 and 30 who is not easily frightened and isn’t scared of
ghosts? If so maybe you’re brave enough to spend a whole weekend in a genuine
“haunted house” and win yourself £1,000,000!
I’m betting my money is safe because I think women scare more easily
than men and you’ll run away screaming long before you can collect a penny. If you don’t like me saying that kind of
thing then I dare you to prove me wrong!
Fill in the attached entry form explaining why you should take part in
this challenge in 20 words or less, attaching a brief CV and an up to date photo
(bikini shots always welcome) and send it to me, Ansell Macalister at “Three Pretty
Women in a Haunted House Challenge”…
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The advert appeared in various forms both online and in
the British print media, where it’s chauvinistic, patronising and sexist
implications aroused a minor storm of controversy; which was no doubt exactly
what its creator intended.
Ansell Macalister was a
multi-millionaire playboy businessman and lover of a luxury lifestyle involving
big yachts, private jets, fast cars, pretty women and high-stakes business
deals. Apparently he’d made his fortune
in the brief intervals between marrying beautiful models, throwing lavish
celebrity parties, having affairs and then getting divorced. He seemed to be an unapologetic throwback to
earlier more hedonistic times. Some
people said that his public persona and occasional acts of self-mockery were
just an smokescreen to put rivals off their guard, concealing a shrewd business
mind and a calculating image maker, while others thought he was simply a
chancer who used his rough charm and driving enthusiasm to win backing for a
multitude of schemes which fortunately paid off more often than they
failed.
In other words although his
announcement of the Haunted House Challenge was totally unexpected, it was also
entirely in character.
‘I’m not trying to offend women, I’m
just saying what I believe to be true,’ he responded in interviews. ‘You want to make me eat humble pie in
public? Then send in your application…’
What nobody could deny was that
Macalister could afford to waste a few million on a crazy bet if he wanted to,
and that he usually got what he wanted. He had his own production company, Macmedia, which would cover the event so
that even if he had to pay out he would probably earn his money back and more
in programme sales and advertising.
Maybe this was not just an idle stunt after all.
And so despite the controversy
hundreds of women did apply. Some were
determined to wipe the smirk from Macalister’s face while others swallowed
their pride because they needed the money.
A few saw it all as big joke and a handful as a chance for their fifteen
minutes of fame. The house might be
haunted, they reasoned, but where there was Macalister there would be cameras
and publicity and agents and a chance to be somebody…
A month after the advert appeared
those applicants had been whittled down to just three finalists…