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Feature Writer: Regis
Feature Title: LADIES’ SPORT 6
Published: 14.11.2023
Story Codes: Erotic Horror
Author’s Notes: Regis is getting a reputation for being very rough on the ladies, without always considering their personal wishes. This story may serve to reverse that image, as the ladies in this one are out for enjoyment all the way, at all costs! Enjoy.
Ladies’ Sport 6
CHAPTER SIX
Andra was startled when she went through the door. The first thing she spotted was a naked woman, in a harness outfit like none she had ever seen before. She was wearing spike-heeled boots with matching gloves, her leather harness, and the permanent collar that identified her as a professional athlete in the gambling club.
Even when she was fully dressed, that collar around her neck identified her as a possession of the boss and gave her access to all amenities. It served as a special pass, giving her some of the privileges enjoyed by paying members. With that identifying collar she was permitted now to mix with the gamblers, wandering naked among them, available for intimate physical inspection.
Wearing it, she provided gamblers an opportunity to assess her physical conditioning and attitude on that particular day, to help them decide on how to wager when she went into the ring. The collar also permitted her to have a glass of ginger ale or Pepsi from the bar, so long as a guest offered to buy it for her.
Girls with collars were not allowed to buy drinks themselves, which of course was not practical, because they had no credit, and could not carry a purse or money. To enjoy these privileges in the bar, the girls understood they had to submit to intimate physical inspection by the patrons, but that seemed to be perfectly reasonable.
The firmness of their breasts often indicated the fitness of a competitor, or her ability to absorb pain, and the construction of her inner vagina muscle was critical to her ability to hold the dildo in the grip of her cunt, and to contain its deeper penetration as it knocked against her uterus. The girls could hardly argue the rights of the gamblers to inspect and probe them to assure themselves of the woman on whose efforts they would wager their money.
Andra and Sharri were due to fight in the next bout, and they were required to circulate among the crowd naked and in harness. They postured, made rude insults to each other, then both spread their legs and raised up on tip-toe to allow the gamblers to see their muscle tone and to fondle their exposed genitalia.
They both knew a major part of the fondling and probing was to stimulate sexual arousal in the girls before the gamblers placed their bets. If the girls displayed a hateful attitude, and were getting it on, they were more likely to do well. It was a ritual they both hated, but was one which inevitably got them worked up.
They had been in the system for nearly three months now, and had amassed an impressive record as professional kick fighters. Tonight the two were pitted against each other, and were the feature card in an evening full of cunt-kicking events, with four other fights before theirs, involving eight other kick-fighters.
They also understood the unwritten rules, and conformed to them admirably, like the best pros. What had startled them when they came up onto the stage for their event was something new in the ring. A man stood, stark naked, on his tip-toes, with his wrists handcuffed behind his back. His back was to them, but they could see that for some reason he was clearly agitated.
Audra was troubled by his presence, as something seemed unnatural. She tried to keep her eyes off him as she moved along the wall to the far door, pausing to pose for inspection, but her curiosity got the better of her, and as she moved further along she stole a peek. She almost fainted at what she saw.
He was a young man she recognized, who had been a sex dancer in one of the clubs, who had graduated to work as a movie stud, then had become a runner in the gambling business. Andra and Sharri had heard rumors that he had been cheating the customers, but those things were hard to prove. It looked like he had been caught at it, and was facing punishment.
Andra blanched as she realized she would be a part of his punishment. There was a noose of thick black thread secured around the head of his penis. It was tied to the overhead lighting grid that hung over the ring, and it was pulling his erect penis so severely upward that he had to stand on tip-toes to manage the strain.
What was more disturbing was what pulled in the other direction. A string similar to the one tied around his glans was tied tightly around his testicle sack, and from it, hung suspended by the middle section, was a large kick-fighting double dildo that served as a weight, stretching his tortured gonads severely downward.
The dildo hung suspended more than a foot above the floor. Andra knew she and her opponent for this upcoming match would have to mount that dildo, somehow raising their haunches high enough to get their sex organs onto it without increasing the strain on the naked young man’s tortured testicles. This was so sweet!
She had heard the other more experienced fighters talk about such a punishment for men but thought they were just trying to shock her. What was bound to happen was that the two kick-fighters would get so engrossed in their own competition that they would actually castrate the man with their forceful kicks during their performance.
It was a terrible punishment, but thinking of that was not enough to deter Andra from engaging in the bout. She’d never seen this asshole before, and had no idea what he’d d.one to deserve it, but was certain the prick had it coming. She saw the glisten of a bead of cum emerge from his prick, and knew he was into this as much as she was.
She had waited too long to get to this level to endanger her chances over pity for a male, a cheat, who was probably also a criminal. She had not got him into this, and it was not her responsibility to protect his precious family jewels. As a matter of fact, she was thrilled that her job was to deprive him of them.
It was entirely his problem that the young nude man had got himself into this predicament. It was nobody’s fault but his own that he now stood on the stage before an excited audience, stark naked, with the head of his erection in a noose so tight that he had to stand on tiptoes to keep his cock from being severely damaged. And even in this state, the asshole was starting to cum!
Added to that was the fact that he had another string noose tightly tied around his scrotum, which was pulled severely down by the weight of a heavy kick-fighting double dildo. His only reprieve would be that the string might break, but that could only happen by doing severe damage to his bound nuts, which would be as good as a castration any day.
In either event, the girls were in. This was too good an opportunity to pass up, and neither had any intention of missing out on being a real part of a handsome young stud losing his nuts the hard way. Especially because he appeared, with his severely stretched head-bound cum-dribbling erection, to be excited at the prospect of the pair of gorgeous nude fighting women being the direct cause of his loss.
The nude young man in the incredible situation, with his penis and testicles in real peril, watched them closely as they got in position and on the stage floor and mounted the kick-dildo, thrusting the ends into their cunts and each put a foot into the kick stirrup, preparing for the action he definitely did not wish to see.
The audience was thrilled they were going to see so much more than a nude bitches’ cunt-kick-fight. They had come to see Sharri and Audra, two of their favorites, get it on, but now there was this naked dude about to lose his nuts and likely also the head of his penis. That was more than they could wish for.
They hadn’t come out to see a guy being castrated by a pair of naked girls engaged in a kick-fight, but if that’s what was offered, they’d take it. At these fights, there was always something unexpected happened, and once it was set up, they knew for sure what was going to happen, and were happy they were in on it.
The referee’s whistle got them going, and the girls began the painful fifty-kick sequence, each giving to the other’s cunt as much as she took, and both of them as thrilled as their enthusiastic audience at the experience. They paid little attention to the naked man, his penis and balls severely stretched, and taking more abuse to his gonads than either of the girls.
Sharri happened to glance up as Audra delivered a particularly hard kick, and was shocked to see the head of the man’s penis jerked off by the tight string binding it. Blood spurted from it as if it were a spigot or something. A naked ten-year-old girl in spike heels and collar burst onto the stage with a glass of salt water and threw it over the raw wound to contain the bleeding, then retreated.
Now the man was able to drop his heels to the stage so that he could stand with his bare feet flat, giving him more stability. His testicles had taken a severe shot when Audra’s kick decapitated his cock, but they had remained intact. His face was ashen white from the trauma he had just endured, thanks to the naked girls fighting beneath him.
Audra noticed a well-dressed man in a suit by the door, and it looked like he was locking it. She glanced to the other door, and a man seemed to be locking it as well. Her mind froze, and seeing she was distracted, Sharri got in her best kick of the evening, driving the device deeper into her cunt and jerking her friend out of her mental freeze.
Just then from the wings came the naked ladies who had performed throughout the evening, herded by two guys in suits with automatic pistols. The eight nude cunts were in a state of total panic, and two of them were pissing themselves. Their eyes were as wide as saucers, and they were starting to scream.
“Holy fuck,” Sharri screamed, “We’re going to be starring in a fucking cunt extermination, a bitch slaughter! There’s the dude with the AK 47 now! He’s planning to get himself made by blasting all of us to fucking pieces!”
“Shit, shit, shit!” was all Audra could proclaim, at the top of her lungs, under the circumstances, which was saying a lot, based on what little she knew.
They both knew they had little more than seconds to live. They knew the guy was serious, because he had removed his pants and undershorts, and his raging penis stood at full erection, dribbling pre-ejaculation fluid.
While he was doing his nasty task, this Mafia prick was going to be so excited he was going to cum! He moved in front of the stage, with his back to the audience, and the two with the pistols stepped aside, to get out of the line of fire. They were just in time because he raised the automatic rifle and began to fire into the pack of naked women on the stage, along with the man whose scrotum was tied to the kicking machine.
Sharri and Audra jerked the device out of their cunts, and as they swung their legs to the side, there was enough force to their movements to jerk the guy’s ball sac off, instantly castrating him. He screamed, and took a few slugs in his mid-section, slicing his toro in half. As the first victim, he proved the value of the gun in subduing opposition.
The most beautiful girl on the stage, a striking blonde with large breasts and a narrow waist, who was also the loudest to shriek, took a shell in her gaping mouth, and her head exploded, disappearing as she stood in her spike heels. There was nothing left above her collar, but a very large bloody circle of gore on the back curtain.
The gun raked across the row of girls, striking most at chest level, blowing off breasts, arms, and chunks of meat from their upper torsos. Sharri and Audra were missed simply because they had yet to get to their feet, and were fortunate for that. All that was left behind them was piles of blasted bitchmeat in dissociated piles.
Audra got to her feet in a semi-squat profile, and in an instant took a direct hit at her slender waist, cutting her gorgeous torso in half. It was not pretty, but the eager audience cheered. They were loving this brutal, lethal action, and as Audra’s divided body crumpled, her abused open cunt fully displayed, everybody’s attention turned to the only naked female alive on the stage, Sharri.
The gunman paused, threw away the clip he had emptied, and replaced it with a fresh one. Without even touching his raging cock, he was fully ejaculating, shooting semen into the air in celebration of the exciting kills he was making. He stood there, humping his hips as he shot more cum into the air, stained with gunsmoke.
“Fucking Ace!” he shouted, pumping the hot-barrelled automatic gun in the air.
His attention then turned to the beautiful naked form of Sharri, who stood above him, facing him.
“Fucking Asshole!” she screamed at him, and in response the gun fired, aimed between her spread legs.
She could feel the hot breeze as the large cartridges whizzed past her blasting into the rear wall through the blood-stained curtain. The fucker was messing with her! This was a game two could play.
She knew she had no chance of surviving the next couple of minutes, and determined she would get for herself the fuck of a lifetime, and this asshole Mafia dude with the automatic rifle would give it to her. Sharri would put herself in charge, and give the fucking asshole no options. He would do it to her in her way, and taking the offensive, there was nothing to stop her.
She moved to the front of the stage, glaring at the eager audience, and went down to her knees with them widespread, so that her cunt was very well presented. The organ was open and wet from her time with Audra moments ago on the cunt-kick device. She beckoned to the afia asshole to come toward her, and when he did, he got the idea and thrust the muzzle of the gun into her cunt.
With firm resolve, using both hands, he thrust it into her as deep as he could, so that the end of the barrel was kissing her cervix. This was perfect, and going exactly as Sharri planned. The raucous audience was screaming for support, wanting desperately to see the cunt blasted with the huge enormously destructive shells.
“What are you gonna do with that bitch-fucking toy of yours, big fella?” she asked, looking him straight in the eye.
In response, he jerked it upward, jamming the end of the barrel hard against her uterus, bringing a scream.
“You fuckin’ wimp!” she shouted at him, loud enough that nobody missed it, “Is that the best you can do with a cunt? “
“Shut the fuck up, cunt!” he retorted at the top of his lungs, jerking the gun again, bringing another scream.
She had him, the fucker would do exactly as she wanted him to, and she and the entire audience knew it.
The kneeling naked bitch got to her feet, drawing the gun in her cunt with her. With a banshee scream, he thrust it again, this time with all his might, and the barrel did what she hoped for, and broke through her cervix, moving another six inches into her, now buried in her uterus. The audience cheered, knowing this was going to be a great conclusion to the lewd, degenerate show.
Sharri braced herself, pumping her arms like a muscle-builder showing off, locking the muscles in her entire upper body so that her sizeable breasts firmed and pointed, the erect nipples jutting obscenely. She sent out a spray of urine over the invading barrel of the automatic rifle. At the same moment, her anus opened and she released a large, long, firm turd.
The Mafia soldier, his erection again spurting great gobs of semen, squeezed the trigger. Slow motion cameras, placed earlier by the Mafia bosses to enjoy the show in private later, relaxing with drinks served by naked little girls, captured everything. The first large bullet blasted up through her torso, destroying her gonads and her inner pack of viscera.
The mindless notched slug spread further as it traveled up through her neck, bulging it, and blew through her head, emerging in a spray of blood, brain, and gore, continuing up to the theater ceiling. The second bull, close on the heels of the first, was on a slightly different trajectory and ripped more of the lungs and woman meat from the eighteen-year-old’s chest before joining the first.
The gun rotated in her cunt, so that each bullet struck and removed fresh meat from the interior of the bitch, until there was nothing left of her above the waist, and a great deal of her gore spread over the stage. Sharri gave the audience what they craved, once they learned they had chosen the night and location of a glorious Bitch Eradication night.
The concrete shell of the theater stage was designed to take this kind of beating, be completely stripped, the refuse hauled and burned, and a new stage, wall, and ceiling built promptly for the theater to return to business, as a gambling site for naked young ladies to participate in the violent cunt-kicking sports that made it so popular with gamblers.
THE END