Ten girls stand in a semicircle in a dim tunnel. A girl is chosen, and she steps forward. An extraordinarily large man in a black suit standing in the center greets her with a bow. She smiles nervously. Internally, she is conflicted by the fear building in the pit of her stomach and the excitement of being the first. Being chosen as the first by her peers is thrilling and shows how much they admire her character and beauty.

She stands before the man as he inspects her head to toe. He runs his fingers through her long, silky black hair. Her checks her teeth and mouth. He puts his hand around her throat and makes sure his thumb and middle finger meet; she grimaces as he squeezes her throat: luckily his large hand encircles her slender neck relatively easily.

He continues down her torso. He puts his hands up her white, button-up shirt. He gently squeezes each breast with one hand and traces her spine with the other.

Finally, he pulls up her skirt and pushes her panties aside. He presses a finger into her pussy, eliciting a little moan.

"Everything is satisfactory. Thank you." The man's deep voice echoes in the arched tunnel.

The girls gathered around all bow to the man. The chosen girl is trembling as the man steps behind her and slips his hand under her armpits.

He lifts her off the ground, and turns toward the wall with her. He brings her head-level with a large, half-meter spike protruding from the wall at a slightly upward angle.

Tears are rolling down the girl's cheeks, but she knows what she has to do. She lets her clenched jaw relax and fall open. Her tongue comes out slightly as she accepts the spike into her mouth.

The man moves one hand to the back of her head, gripping her hair between his fingers to keep her elevated. He pushes her head forward onto the spike. She gags and coughs as the sharp steel tip gouges into the back of her throat, soft palette. She tries her hardest to stay quiet, but she cannot help but cry out in pain. She feels hot blood spilling out her mouth and running down her neck and chest. The thick, warm liquid also drains down her throat, turning her cry into a gurgle.

The man relaxes his hold on her so that all her weight is resting on the spike. Pain shoots through her head and neck and she spasms as it radiates into her body.

At that point, the man pushes up her skirt around her waist and pulls off her panties. Her tiny body wiggles as her bare legs kick in midair, pointed toes desperately searching for solid ground. Her hands push against the cool stone wall, but she is too weak to accomplish anything.

He unbuttons his own pants and pulls out his huge cock. He pushes her legs apart; then, with hands on her hips he forces it into her. For the girl, each rhythmic thrust is bittersweet. For a split second the pressure of the spike is relieved and the paralyzingly pain softens, but then she feels the tissues inside her tearing as his cock rips apart her pussy. She can feel it go deep into her abdomen, pushing into her guts.

She can't tell if it has been seconds, minutes, or hours when the man finally forces himself as deep as possible. She feels the head pushing from the inside against her belly button. She can just barely feel the man's cum being pumped into her body.

When he pulls out, he lets her dangle for a moment. Finally, her gives her head a strong shove forward. With a "pop!" her jaw dislocates. Another shove and the spike crunches bone. One last, strong shove and the tip of the spike exits the back of her head. He steps back to admire his handiwork.

Blood and brain matter cling to the spike protruding from her skull. Her eyelids droop slowly. Her arms hang limply by her sides. The smooth, pale skin of her lower back and legs stands out against the dark walls. A mixture of blood, cum, and urine run down her inner thighs and drips from her toes into a puddle on the floor.

She takes in a short, rattly gasp. Her toes curl and her fists clench for a few seconds before her body falls completely still. A final sigh makes bubbles in her throat.

The nine remaining girls in the semicircle share conspiratorial glances.