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Feature Writer: Regis
Feature Title: LADIES’ SPORT 5
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 5
CHAPTER FIVE
Nancy was giving the other girl a thorough beating. She outclassed her opponent, though not in size, weight, or conditioning. It was her aggressive attitude, and her ability to take and shake off the worst the other girl could give her. It was a matter of endurance and heart, and she had ample of both.
She proved herself by causing her gorgeous young and highly damaged opponent to do the unthinkable. Sharri and Audra had heard of such things before but heard they were particularly rare, and had never seen it happen. It happened this time. When at last they got themselves off the cunt-hammer device, Nancy’s opponent promptly squatted, and everyone watched her cunt begin to spread wide.
The damaged organ opened from internal pressure, and what everyone saw was the deep dimple of her cervix on her emerging uterus. The bitch actually gave birth to her own uterus, so that it gradually fully emerged, shit out of her cunt due to the punishing damage it had received in the fight. The pounding had both destroyed and detached it!
Sure enough, when it came out, at the back were the thin fallopian tubes, and attached to them were the girl’s damaged ovaries. Nancy had managed to spay the gorgeous young bitch! The cunt has produced her last egg, and would not be passing along her genes through any conception. She was now totally sterile, lacking the internal gear.
Over the next four hours, they watched ten cunt-kicking bouts and saw twenty shameless naked women of remarkable beauty and skill kicking the double-ended ramrod dildo into each other, delivering the most punishing blows they could muster. They had great legs, great muscles, and outstanding cunts for the job.
There was an electronic scoreboard above the bar that Sharri had not noticed earlier, and caught only because she saw one of the girls sneaking glances at it. The young beauty was not concentrating fully on the match, and she lost to a girl who appeared to be less experienced. Sharri watched the scoreboard as a new bout began, and noticed that the progression of kicks was recorded.
Then she noticed the bartender, who was not busy during the bouts, was operating the control, marking up the preliminary kicks, and then keeping track of the subsequent kicks the girls gave each other. The highest tally for the night was one hundred eighty-seven, and she had given Andra seventy-nine.
That more than one hundred extra told them how much work they were going to have to do to get in shape. Also posted was the club’s record of three hundred and ninety-three kicks! Almost four hundred shots to the cunt! She wondered how long that contest had taken. She also wondered if either fighter had gone into the ring again that week.
“You’ve noticed our record,” the man beside her said.
“That must have been some contest!” Sharri replied.
“It was, I was there.”
He looked at her, letting his eyes drop to her cleavage, evident in her satin evening blouse. His eyes continued to travel down, appreciating her slender waist, flared hips, and flat tummy.
“I enjoyed your match earlier,” he said, “Did you find it exhausting?”
“At the time it was, but I’m fine now,” she answered, embarrassed that she was talking to a man who had actually seen her perform, with her cunt on full display.
She’d never before been this close to a member of the audience, and it was weird.
“Would you and your friend like to see more of this sport?” he asked, “Charles and I were going to go to one of the after-hours spots. We thought you might be interested in seeing how far this sport has evolved, and what the girls do when they have past their peak for this kind of establishment.”
“You mean the has-beens?” Andra asked.
“Not necessarily,” the gambler said, “Because all of these matches are for supervised gambling, and the establishment is first class and expects the most of its participants all the time, many of the girls back off after a couple of years and retire. Sometimes they miss the excitement and action after a while and find their way into another circuit, where the rules are a bit different, and the payoff more exciting for them.”
“We’d love to see it,” Sharri said, and within minutes they were off.
The girls were surprised to see that the place they were taken to did not look like a gambling establishment at all, but was a small seedy theater that looked like it had been designed for the presentation of raw sex shows. It looked like something like they had seen in the movies, with gaudy red satin curtains and drapes on the walls and suspended in big loops from the ceiling.
The rough-looking people in the crowd were wearing denim and leather, and most of the males wore baseball caps. The main drink was beer and a band of over-the-hill rock musicians entertained. The sport being played when they entered involved two burly naked men, their large circumcised cocks standing at brisk attention.
There were a pair of naked female competitors in their mid-teens, and what was remarkable was that they both wore black oxfords, and ordinary shoes. The reason for the special footwear was quickly apparent. The men seized one of them, holding her by her shoulders, and pressed them downward, forcing her to bend her knees and hold them apart for stability.
The second teen took her place in front of the other and began a short series of brutal kicks to the cunt with her shoes. Andra pissed herself where she stood at the pitiless, inhuman brutality of what they were doing. She wanted in on the vicious game. Sharri felt a rapid erotic rush, and following her friend’s lead, spread her knees to also piss.
This was absolutely outrageous! There were only three kicks, all of them delivered with the best foot, and then the men grabbed the kicker, and the girl whose cunt had taken the severe blows with the shoe now had her turn. As the second kick struck the held girl’s cunt, Audra squatted, and for the first time in her life, involuntarily publicly produced a steaming log of shit.
Sharri showed more restraint until the third kick drove the shoe into the battered cunt, where it jammed. She only had time to partially squat when her log of offal emerged from her spread rectum. This new and more brutal form of extreme vagina abuse was so exciting the two girls watching this for the first time had totally lost continence.
“This is the roughest, most damaging form of cunt abuse sport in our clubs. This is the third competition in shoe kicking for each of them, all with different opponents, and after their first, the damage is sufficiently deep that their fallopian tubes actually split, their ovaries break off, and they are permanently spayed. It’s an outcome they knowingly face.
“We let them know before they agree to participate that they will likely be completely destroying each other’s inner gonads, their reproductive plumbing so that conceiving is for them. Kids this age have no concept of conception, or being a mother, and willingly give up the right to give birth, because they have no wish to be pregnant, and both of them really love the damage they can do to each other.
“From time to time we allow them to kick each other’s cunt long enough, and we frequently do, so that the audience will be treated to the sight of the naked teens squatting, spreading their legs, and giving birth to their uterus. When a girl’s done that, we then give her the chance to kick her opponent more until you bitch aborts her own gonads by ejecting them through her cunt. The audience loves that.”
The girls were convinced he was full of shit but knew better than to contradict him. It was not worth the likely violent response they would generate with an objection, so they listened patiently as he espoused the very unlikely result of too much kicking. He didn’t have a cunt or uterus, so what the fuck did he know?
They stayed and saw a series of wild variations on the kick dildo sport they had come to love in such a brief time. The first was the handicap matches. Sharri and Andra agreed privately that what they saw was more like a freak show. Cunt abuse had struck a new low, and they were excited to see how far it had sunk.
There was no gambling apparent because these matches were so uneven that there was little doubt about who would win. The entertainment value appeared to be the raw sexual violence of the performances. In the first match a huge woman, with incredible body development, went against an obese lady.
There were no obligatory fifty kicks to start, and within five minutes, the Amazon kicked the other woman unconscious. She used her free foot to assault the obese woman’s big belly and did as much damage externally as she had internally. What finished the fight was that the big bitch used her boots on the obese cunt’s head.
In the second match, the Amazon took on a small woman who was only four foot eight. The big bitch elevated herself on her shoulders, her hips in the air, and the small woman was lifted over her, but her feet could not reach the ground. She was able to kick the Amazon’s big breasts with her free foot, but she supported her entire weight on the dildo in her cunt.
The smaller woman’s entire weight was also supported by the Amazon’s cunt. The small lady’s kicks provided her the only relief she got during the first part of the match, as the delivery of her hard blows downward caused her to lift briefly. That was the only respite she got, and the violence of the battle was taking its toll.
Then she discovered she could stand on the kick stirrup, which allowed her to take her weight off her cunt. That worked only briefly and magnified the force of the kicks that she took when the Amazon hammered her. She was taking an incredible cunt pounding, and she screamed with each violent blow.
“God!” Sharri said, “That little woman is experiencing an incredible beating. What makes her take part?”
“Most of the women that take the loser role are amateurs. The two you’ve seen so far are both regulars, but show up only every month or so. They are true addicts, masochists, and you can be sure to see them again on this stage, or one of the other dozen or so like it in the state.”
“But why do they take part? They can’t possibly win!” Andra said.
“That’s true, but it is much like the sport of boxing. They are in it for the dreams of glory, that chance they might succeed, and the thrill of taking part. Primarily, though, it is the losing that attracts them, the full knowledge that they are going to literally get the shit kicked out of them.”
“This is really bizarre!” Sharri said, “That little lady hasn’t got a chance. When will the fight end?”
“Like boxing, when one is beaten unconscious. But from a blow to the cunt, not the head. Unlike boxing, there is no other reason to stop the fight. These bitches who sign up to take part are in it for the abuse they will take. They love it. After all, isn’t that what being fucked is all about?”
“Not for me!” Sharri said.
“Me neither,” Andra added, “I give as good as I take, between the sheets and in the ring!”
“Exactly!” the man said, “It’s all a matter of degree, but the taking is being fucked, and you love it, both of you, don’t you!”
It was a statement, not a question.
They wanted to protest, but they both knew what he said was true. It was taking the horrendous kicks to the cunt that excited them most, and they knew it. Their sadistic side was in action when they kicked their opponent, but it was their complimentary masochism that drove them to want to get further involved in this violent sexual sport.
They were really no different from the gamblers. Gamblers were addicted to wagering, knowing the odds were strongest that they would lose. It was not just in dishing it out, but also taking the punishment that was the real attraction. They were becoming addicted to the violence, both taking and receiving.
As they spoke, the well-built Amazon lady went into high gear and began an incredibly damaging series of kicks. Amazingly, the diminutive lady was taking the violent attack on her vulva, even though she was bounced so high with each kick that it looked like she would be thrown right off the big ramrod jammed into her frothing little cunt. She was definitely enjoying this brutal treatment of her cunt.
Her round little melons flopped up and slapped against her shoulders with each driving blow, and the reverberations of the hammering kicks into her cunt could be seen coursing through her naked torso. At last, the punishment was too much for her to take. Her head flopped back as she went limp.
The referee was slow to stop the fight, and the audience was treated to the limp, shapely little body being pounded mercilessly in the cunt for another couple of minutes. Andra and Sharri were shocked but could do nothing to stop the excessive abuse to the unconscious little lady. It was clear the audience was unconcerned for her.
Finally, the referee blew his whistle. Then he startled the two novices in the audience. He unstrapped the unconscious little woman, and pulling her off the device, laid her on a bench. He then pulled out his raging erection and mounted her, right in front of the audience! Sharri was disgusted that the man would take such advantage of the helpless lady when she was unconscious.
This was shocking treatment. She realized that as the woman awoke, she would think it was the man’s penis that had given her such a heavy hammering in her womb. That. of course, was the intent. She awoke and screamed at the sexual assault. It was clear she was thrilled to be taking the referee’s dong in her pussy. The rest of the audience loved it and cheered on the public rape of the sore loser.
“This is part of the routine,” their host explained, “The girls all know coming in that in this establishment, as part of the show, the referee gets to fuck the loser of his choice. This little woman has such endurance that she swells up more than most, and so she makes a tighter fuck than most of the others.
“She is also much prettier than most of the volunteers and is as well built as any of them. The result is, she is raped on stage more often than many of the other girls. That fat one has only got it a couple of times, and there is one bitch in the circuit who looks more like a man than a woman, who has never been raped on stage.
“The truth is she’s really a hermaphrodite, with a bit of a penis standing out above her cunt where her clit should be, and I think the referee is a bit nervous about fucking her. The last thing he wants to appear to be is a fucking fag!”
“My God!” Andra exclaimed, “This is really obscene!”
“Of course, it is, my dear,” their escort replied, “That’s what makes it all so interesting, and brings out the men to the club. The participants know there is no show with no audience, and that the audiences demand to see as much as they can of the rougher stuff, including rape, so they all go along with it.
“The few girls in the audience come only because they are with their dates, and most of them are regulars. The odd young lady that comes in here is attractive enough for us to recruit, but they never get to appear in the better establishments, like the one in which you made your premiere appearance this evening.”
“Does that mean that you have more than one circuit?” Sharri asked.
“Absolutely,” the man said, speaking proudly of his employer, “Our organization dominates the sport, and we have more than fifty locations throughout North America, in choice cities such as this one. There are three levels, ranging from high-class gambling salons to raw sex shows such as this one.”
“Do you own this place?” asked Andra, startled at the possibility.
She saw the people she was involved with as being too high class to be into this kind of degenerate sex show operation.
“We don’t publish the fact, but we are the major shareholder in the club,” her host said as if it were nothing.
“And who are your partners?” Sherri enquired.
She hoped they were not tied to organized crime. Then she thought how exciting it would be if they were.
“The mayor, the police chief, and the chief justice each have five percent,” he said.
“My goodness, you take care of the details, don’t you?” Andra remarked. “That’s just enough to keep the authorities off your back. You could really get in trouble for this, couldn’t you?”
“Do they also have some of the action at the gambling lounge where we performed?” Sharri asked.
“We didn’t find that necessary,” the man said, “That operation, and others like it, are known only to trusted people we have thoroughly checked out. However, we do have a group of houses that we own, a whole cul-de-sac with our people in them, so the neighbors won’t complain.
“The house in the middle is a juvenile prostitution center, it’s just a little project designed to keep the younger girls, aged eight to fourteen, off the streets. The girls get ten percent for each fuck, and these pretty little minx fucking three men per hour, will average fucking thirty johns a night. The three city officials get to collect the rent on those places. It’s just good business.”
“The mayor and the police chief are involved in minor and juvenile prostitution?”
Andra asked incredulously. She understood men’s attraction to little girls, they were very promiscuous looking, but it was so highly illegal, and she was startled that it was happening right here in her city, and that city officials were not only involved but organized and profited from their sexual abuse.
“Not to mention the Chief Justice,” added Sharri, as if she had known this all along.
“Younger girls are all the rage in prostitution, like even little girls. That’s all you hear about on the news these days.”
“I can’t believe you allow teenagers and even young kids to become whores!” Andra said.
“Well, we used to set the bottom age limit at twelve years old,” their host explained, “And we soon found our customers usually chose the youngest girls we had in our houses. At first, we reduced the limit, but then we had to remove it altogether, to satisfy numerous specific requests from our loyal patrons. They remained loyal because we always respected and fulfilled their requests.
“Now the girls younger than eight work in a secret basement suite, out of sight. Curiously, they work under the supervision of their mothers, single teens who got knocked up early. Their only source of income is their little daughters, five and six-year-olds, fucking like mink as if they were real whores or something as nasty.
“I don’t know why people get so upset, we take care of all the basic needs of the kids in our places. We train them, keep them clean, and ensure they will have all the work they can handle. The better they do, the better we do. After all, the market is controlled by demand, and our job is to take care of the supply side.
“I mean, it’s not as if sex with minors were something new; dads, uncles, and brothers regularly fuck little girls, it’s commonplace. Go into a grade three classroom, and I’ll guarantee you’ll find only three or four virgins and all of the others gave up their hymens to members of their own family. That’s just how things work.”
“I guess that does make good sense,” Andra admitted.
“The truth is, we have very few teenagers in our houses now. Almost all of the little girls we use are aged six to eleven, with of course all of the younger ones as well. That’s just the reality of the marketplace these days. We only use the girls who turn twelve in our videos. Once they get tits, that’s all they’re good for. We have files full of proof they’re all over eighteen, of course.
“We have to because in our videos the young naked girls are always brutally raped and beaten. That is just a reality of the video business and is what our buyers demand. After all, we’d soon be out of business if all we did was uphold community standards, so to speak, with plain kiddie-fuck videos. For shit’s sake, our buyers are all from the fucking community.”
Sharri and Andra were distracted by a man climbing into the ring. He had a swarthy complexion and wore only a beige turban. His erection was phenomenal, larger than any organ she had ever seen on a man. He was equipped like a horse. She shivered in admiration of his prodigious penis.
It was only when he turned his back and leaned forward that she noticed he had no testicles. He had been castrated! Andra and Sherri looked at each other in amazement. Neither had seen a castrated man before. It had never occurred to them that a castrated man could sport an erection, particularly one of such impressive dimensions. They were enthralled.
“Our little lady is in for a real treat tonight,” their host said as the turbaned man approached her, even as she was being raped by the referee, “This man was a powerful Sultan in India. Last year the Boss was over there on a business trip, and he made an excursion into this man’s territory. The Sultan had a large palace, with scantily clad and naked serving women and young girls everywhere.
“I had the pleasure to be with the boss on that trip, accompanying his daughters. We were this Sultan’s guests and were treated to quite a banquet, with acrobatic dancing nudes and extraordinary sex acts as entertainment. Later they did some serious gambling, with incredible odds. On a single final wager, this Sultan lost his estate and his family jewels and entered the service of the Boss for life.”
“Jesus!” Sharri said, “What did they bet on?”
“The boss produced a big double-ended ivory dildo, and bet that his daughters, mounted on either end of it, could get close enough to kiss with their pussies. It really looked impossible, and the Sultan bet against them.”
“The family jewels must have been worth a fortune!” Adara said.
“Indeed they were, at least to him. I’m talking about his testicles.”
Andra was embarrassed. She had heard that term before for male gonads, but she had not made the connection. In this context, it made perfect sense. He lost his nuts.
“The Boss insisted he be castrated right there and then, to make sure he went through with his bargain. Part of his estate was a complete harem of European, Asian and Indian women and female children. The Boss got them all. He had two of the Sultan’s wives suck up his penis and balls until he was ready to cum, then had another of the wives slit open his ball sack.
“She cut out the large oysters. Those stories of Arab soldiers making the ultimate sacrifice are true. He shot his load just as his balls were sliced off. That was an incredible sight. It proved to be a very profitable vacation for the boss.”
“They did all that, with the Boss’s daughters watching?” Sharri stared at Andra, who stared back in disbelief. My God, those two girls have seen it all, haven’t they?”
What did the Boss wager?” Sharri asked, “It must have been something very special to him.”
“It was,” their host responded, “He wagered possession of both his daughters.”
Sharri and Andra blanched. The powerful industrialist obviously played for keeps. As they spoke, the Sultan pulled the little woman’s head back, and she opened her mouth as wide as she could, to receive the head of his massive cock.
The look on her face said she was eager to take this monstrous prick into her mouth. He grabbed her breasts, squeezing them like soft rubber handles, and with a single mighty thrust, drove into her until the head of his penis was lodged securely in her throat. He had her so completely stuffed with his raging erection that she could not breathe. This had the potential to become fatal.
Andra gasped at the brutality she was witnessing and realized at the same time that the little woman wanted to be brutalized like this. She was like a rag doll, being cunt-fucked at one end, and throat-fucked at the other. She was totally mastered by the two men and loved every raunchy second of it.
This highly attractive petite young woman was in her element and was thriving in the sexual humiliation she was experiencing. The huge penis of the naked Sultan was only a quarter inserted, with its flared head lodged in her throat. When she was about to pass out from lack of air, he jerked the massive organ out of her mouth, and the referee pulled out of her cunt.
The two men switched positions. She gasped for air as the referee line up his manageable penis before her gaping mouth, and the Sultan nestled the head of his mammoth penis in the warm damp vestibule of her well fucked little cunt. The massive organ spread the little pussy lips wide. As one, the two men thrust into her.
The referee drove his long penis deep into her throat, and the bulge in her neck showed its progress. At the same instant, the Sultan thrust hard, driving his ramrod to her full depths, and nearly half of the impressive shaft was still visible. He was so thick that her little cunt was stretched to the limit, and the thrust forced her mouth open wide, allowing the referee his deepest penetration.
The two men jerked their hips in opposition at either end of the small lady, and she spread her legs as wide as possible, then kicked them in spasms of ecstasy in an attempt to engulf even more of the Sultan’s massive weapon into her widely-stretched cunt. She was there by choice and was having the time of her life.
It was in the middle of this violent sexual demonstration that the police burst into the club. Sharri and Andra were shocked, but it happened so fast that there was no opportunity to ask how a police raid was possible with the protection of top city officials, including the police chief. The naked girls were separated and were bundled into police vans before they could protest their innocence.
At the police station, Andra and Sharri were processed, fingerprinted, and photographed, then charged as lewd entertainers, along with several club employees. They found themselves in a large prison holding cell with several prostitutes and other unsavory females and were there for more than four hours.
Then they were escorted across the street to the courthouse, where they appeared before a judge. They were trembling with fear when they were called to stand before the black-robed juror. It was at that point the free lawyer appeared, provided by the State to represent them. He was tall and sophisticated-looking and wore a thousand-dollar suit.
He spoke privately to the judge, then wrote a check to cover their bail. As he escorted them out of the building and into his limousine, he explained that some ambitious young police sergeant had got carried away with his new authority, and had become over-zealous in his fight against prurient entertainment.
The lawyer explained that although the young cop had already been demoted back to a street beat on a technicality, he had caused some problems for the Chief that would be difficult to deal with. Without upper-level approval, the new sergeant had involved the Moral Majority lobbyists who had been present at the raid, and they had brought along the press.
The lawyer then explained to them he had succeeded in keeping their photographs from being published but at a cost. Both girls understood they would have to lay low. The lawyer told them he could not assure them that their photos would not be printed along with their names in relation to that raid.
He convinced the girls that it would be best for them to remain under the protection of the industrialist, and to stay in the gambling club’s dormitories for a few weeks until the unfortunate matter could be cleared up. Otherwise, he explained, they might be arrested again and face severe prison sentences. He assured them it would not be nice or even safe for them to be incarcerated.
He said there was no way he could prove they had not performed indecent sex acts in that club, as sex acts were in progress when the raid had started. He explained to them that there was a real danger they could be found guilty and sent to prison. They had no choice but to believe him.
They were impressed with the facilities that had been built to house performers at the secret gambling club. They were also surprised that most of the fighters they had seen there were living right on the premises. The women were lounging around in a comfortable TV room, which was much more lavish than either Sharri or Andra could ever afford. This was living!
They were confident they would be safe here, out of circulation, and out of reach of either the police or reporters. It was hard to believe their fortunes had turned so fast, but they were glad they had the protection of the wealthy industrialists when they most needed it. They had no idea the raid had been staged to frighten them and to put them under his direct control.
THEZ EZND OF CHAPTER FIVE