Daphne Montgomery stood in the Foundation prison with her niece, Florence Mortimor, heir to the Montgomery fortune. Florence had asked to see the Foundation’s fabled cuntwhores, and Daphne warned the young girl not to be dismayed by her godmother’s stable of sex slaves. They were not like normal, respectable, girls. “Think of them as pieces of meat,” she explained. “Wild and naked animals without shame.” Young Florence assured her aunt she had seen their performances on the internet. She could not be shocked by Foundation cuntwhores.
Florina Portillo and Yelena Boradenko, two of the Foundation’s most popular performers, were brought from the basement torture cells where Fox had been shoving electric batons into their holes for the past hour, preparing them for the afternoon’s show. Florence groped their huge breasts and fondled their taut muscular bodies while the fucksluts shamelessly offered their wet cunts. The naked and chained whores could not refuse the cruel lust of Judge Harmon’s circle of wealthy friends, so they smiled in the desperate hope of avoiding the most savage tortures. Daphne invited her niece to choose one of the fucksluts to abuse, and Florence chose Yelena.
Fox set the cuntwhores on the railing, drawing their legs wide apart with the magnetic cuffs. The sex slaves continued to smile despite their degrading and exhausting display, exposing their gaping holes for the entertainment of the visitors. After a few minutes watching their quivering bodies straining from the powerful magnets, Fox began Yelena's torture. Daphne and Florence enjoyed the sight of painful disgrace as Fox buried her fist in the Russian fuckslut’s arsehole. “I told you they are not like respectable girls, even other whores,” Daphne explained. “We are able to inflict the most ferocious cruelty.” Florence came to stand beside Fox to watch the sadistic guard send her fist into the fuckslut’s raw arsehole all the way to the elbow. Yelena grunted from her ordeal, and as Florence watched and listened to the cuntwhore’s suffering, she suggested an indecent proposal to her aunt.
Daphne and Florence returned to the Court Room to find Martha and Dorothy punishing two cuntwhores caught licking each other’s cunts. The fucktoys were enduring sharp electric blasts from the two notables for their lesbian moment, their naked frames distorted into painful and demeaning poses by the magnetic cuffs. Daphne explained that Florence wished to offer an idea to her godmother. The young notable suggested a competition, entitled Super Slut. The cuntwhores would be tortured to test their limits, gradually eliminating cuntwhores until there was only one champion. The defeated bitches would either be tortured to death or sold to Senor Hidalgo. The naked fuckslut shuddering on the desk gasped to hear of the schoolgirl’s heartless enterprise, but Martha was impressed. “It is time,” Florence explained “to restore America’s place as the leading light in bondage torture.” A shameless slut would be needed to join the Torment Team to supervise the contest, and Florence knew an ideal candidate.