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Feature Writer: Regis
Feature Title: LAMI PI PRODUCTIONS 21 – 25
Published: 22.02.2024
Lami Pi Productions 21 – 25
CHAPTER 21 – The Novice Bout
The tough female D-Ring trainers did as the MC had told them, and as he and the handlers got down to the casino floor, the ladies’ breasts and his long penis bouncing wildly as they landed. The naked little girls Nikki and Sarah stepped forward, as instructed, and promptly went at it.
Jackson was delighted to see a pair of innocent nude eleven-year-old girls pitted against each other, both attempting to significantly and nastily injure the other. This bout between the girls about to enter puberty was every bit as hot as the videos of small girls fighting in his wife’s collection.
‘This is what sports gambling should be about,’ he thought, ‘pure adult entertainment, with harmful intent! It beats the shit out of horse races.’ He would make sure the gamblers he planned to attract understood how far his events would go, and the extent of damage the girls would likely and were expected to do to each other in the ring.
The sole intent of the battling girls whose bout he was enjoying with his buddy Billy was to do real, hurtful lasting harm, to very aggressively violate and severely punish the other. He loved it. His mind was racing, exploring the possibilities to harness this kind of violent cruelty as a moneymaking venture without duplicating the efforts of D-Ring.
The MC had told them they the organization’s lawyers were working toward youngsters below this age being allowed to compete naked in these violent matches. His plan was to specialize in it. His plan was taking shape with everything he got to see, and he intended to research the sport a lot more.
D-Ring’s intent was to put the young girls at risk; his was to ensure their bouts were so violent that very serious injury was likely and that occasionally a child death occurred. He would produce ultimate kiddie kill fights. He would create an arena of hard knocks.
That was something he was confident he could do, and do it well. He had the required connections, and the avenues to develop more as the need arose. He would have to thoroughly research the full extent of D-Ring operations, and the style of woman killing woman fights they staged.
He would also want to know the extent to which they involved youth, and how far they permitted them to go. Was this as far as they went in their casinos? He knew they produced private parties for incredibly wealthy clients where everything was on the table, but the casinos were to some degree regulated, no matter where they were.
He believed the prospective gamblers out there who even knew of D-Ring were in a minority, and that there were likely millions of qualified gamblers, just in America, who didn’t know of them, but would love the action. D-Ring was able to operate their casinos around the world very profitably, and had little competition. They had the market cornered.
He wouldn’t run at them head on, partly because he could use their transportation business, and also because they were such a powerful force. There were things he thought they might not be doing that he could do, perhaps by setting up a private and highly secret retreat. He made a note to research their scope as well as scale.
In such a place he could produce the most illicit and incredibly violent events for his clients, to naked females of all ages, and for a very handsome profit. He would not depend on walk-in clients, as D-Ring did, but instead would transport them there, in a secretive way so that they had no idea where he had taken them, to preserve security.
He would like to do something on a much smaller but perhaps more intense level than what D-Ring did, and if he did so, he would have to be certain there were absolutely no restrictions, which would be the case when he created for his operations a special resort independent of any sovereignty, and therefore free of any law. It was not a new idea, but he knew he could do it properly.
Jackson and Billy sat back to watch the naked young girls fighting each other. As expected, they began by grabbing each other’s hair, and jerking their heads around. That allowed them to control their adversary’s head as they swung at it with their free fist, and both were able to bloody their nose, bruise swelling eyes and scrape their own fists.
Sarah surprised the audience when she grasped only a small lock of Nikki’s hair and managed to pull it free, baring a bit of scalp. She thought this was a good idea, made it her key strategy, and soon had ripped the hair out of a large patch of Nikki’s skull, most of it near the front, where the loss was most visible.
This definitely was, with angry red blotches where the hair had been ripped from it’s tiny follicles. There was even a small patch were the skin had been torn away. Nikki was slowly being scalped! Sarah paid a price for her success, as she took repeated blows to the face, ribs and tummy.
She also took some solid brutal blows from Nikki’s knee to her young cunt, causing it to swell and redden. Jackson had a new insight into his own tastes, newly viewing himself as a knee man. He and Billy commented on every new strategy, enjoying the bout as it progressed.
The naked eleven-year-old girls in the ring, not yet sporting tits, were fully immersed in the spirit of the fight, gaining the support of the audience as they displayed their great legs in the erotic heels. They frantically struggled, battering and bruising each other with intense vehemence.
At first it appeared one, but then the other of them gained the advantage, and the howling crowd of two thousand sports fans ate it up. This was Jackson’s first view of what went on at D-Ring, and although this was not to be a fight to the death, the lovely nude girls had no choice but to fight as aggressively as they could, for self-preservation. The bout was certainly highly provocative, and had his blood pressure up.
The battle then deteriorated when Sarah fell to the canvas. Nikki promptly dropped onto her, and they began a twisting, hugging type of wrestling. That format proved to be neither entertaining nor productive for either of them. They were under-skilled and too evenly matched for this kind of struggle to have any kind of success.
The MC sent the female handlers in to pull the girls apart and give them a very brief break. Neither was a seasoned fighter. They were both exhausted, and needed the chance to regain some energy. Both breathed heavily as they were pulled apart, fighting to fill their lungs with air.
With their legs akimbo, the audience enjoyed a great view of their battered, sweating and gaping cuntlets. At D-Ring this was considered a gentleman’s sport, but the ladies present appeared to enjoy the exposition of naked young girl genitalia and the damage to the naked female organs as well.
After less than a minute of rest the girls were set facing each other again, and the handlers slipped out through the ropes. Nikki, who’s scalp was bleeding where she had lost so much hair, was sobbing loudly, and at the first opportunity, before Sarah was ready, swung a surprisingly powerful roundhouse uppercut at her chin.
Her aim was perfect, and the result devastating. Sarah’s head snapped back, and she hit the deck hard, out cold. In this case, boxing proved to be far more productive than wrestling. Sarah landed on her back with her legs widespread, with her knees up and her back arched.
At the moment, with her feet also arched in the spike heels, she appeared to be much more provocative while unconscious than awake. The audience appreciated her sudden loss and her sexually stimulating appearance, and cheered Nikki when she kicked the toe of her shoe with all the force she could muster directly into Sarah’s exposed cunt.
With the noise of the audience outburst and the sudden pain in her cunt the downed girl’s head moved, announcing her prompt return to consciousness. Nikki put her hands on her hips and rotated her pelvis, thrusting her cunt forward, striking a provocative pose, to the delight of the audience. She was a definite winner.
The MC leaped back up into the ring, and drawing his large gun, thrust its barrel up into Sarah’s bare exposed cunt. “This is the point in fights that I become the Dispatcher,” he said with joy. “It’s my favorite part of the job, but unfortunately I can’t use the gun in a novice fight like this one, where the death of one of the combatants is not a required conclusion. I can, however, fuck the little bitch with it!
“These two cute cuntlets will get to fight again, and next time it will be with some serious fight training by our highly skilled combat specialists, so that they can demonstrate more skill in the pugilistic arts, and at the same time do much more damage to each other.”
The dazed girl gradually came to her senses, and as the pistol barrel was withdrawn from her womb, the audience applauded as they saw the blood, and realized the MC had used the barrel of his pistol to rob Sarah of her virginity. He had popped her cherry, without the use of a bullet. Having reached the age of eleven, Jackson supposed a girl being a virgin was uncommon.
What he did not know was that virginity was a requirement for girls working as waitresses in the dining room. The chef had a seldom served special dish that was delivered in the vagina and rectum of the girls, and they were deflowered at the guests’ table before they were loaded.
It turned out that their trickle of fresh blood from the surprise deflowering was part of his special recipe. Jackson wondered if Nikki was a virgin. In her new role as a fighter, that was now irrelevant. She was a cunt fighter, and her vagina would likely be occupied in several ways before long.
The handlers quickly pulled the two naked girls out of the ring, and took them to the holding rooms. Billy commented, “They’ll be in training starting tomorrow morning, and in a week they’ll be back in the ring, likely pitted against each other. They’re well matched, and with some training, particularly in close contact wrestling, their fight will be much more interesting.”
“Well, wasn’t that a battle,” the MC said, “outstanding fight for a pair of such young kids, both novices. Nikki learned how to dish it out, and Sarah learned how to take it! Let’s give them a big hand.” The audience complied, but those who had bet on Nikki were anxious to cash in their bets.
Four tall nude dancers, all Caucasian, climbed into the ring, again wearing only stiletto heels. They were remarkable young women, with full firm pointing breasts. Watching them were four big negro dark pigment studs who followed them into the ring. They too were stark naked, sporting amazing erections, and looked like muscular football players.
“For the between rounds entertainment, I hope you enjoy these luscious cunts entertaining the massive dongs of a team of lady-fucking niggers!” It appeared to Jackson that in a highly sophisticated setting like the D-Ring Casino the use of the ‘N’ word was perfectly acceptable, even though there were several black gamblers and hangers-on present.
They ladies paraded around the ring, making obscene poses and obscenely handling their genitalia. The women each grasped the penis of the nearest stud and pumped them, causing their big dicks to stiffen substantially. They continued pumping the rising dicks until dribbles of pre-ejaculation fluid appeared on the tips of their pulsing penises.
“Call me a Liar,” the MC said, but I told you none of the fighters would fuck in our ring. I said nothing about whatever the entertainers did while keeping you amused between fights! I’d say these four nigger studs are in for a real cunt-fucking treat tonight!” Music with a heavy rock beat blasted from the room’s sound system, and the eight mixed-race performers began to dance.
The profane dancers got the audience clapping in time to the music, and then the black studs mounted the women from behind, grabbing their hips and thrusting hard so that they drove their outrageously long and stout penises deep into the eager ladies’ clean-shaved cunts.
The volume of the music increased, and the studs humped their stout pricks into the ladies in perfect synchronization. After more than 10 minutes of rhythmic thrusting, the tempo of the music increased, as did the tempo of plunging penises. On cue, the four men ejaculate, promptly pulling out to shoot their goo over the backs of the forward-leaning ladies.
The gorgeous nude women turned to face each other, grasping hands together, and spreading their luscious legs, squirted freshly collected semen from their vaginas. The copious collection of sperm splashed into a single slimy puddle on the floor between them.
They next licked the slimy spunk off the back of another girl, and still leaning forward, spit it onto the growing slimy puddle on the floor. The gorgeous voluptuous ladies were putting on a indecent presentation of planned prurient pulchritude. They were still working at taking their act to the level of filthy, but they were on the right course.
As the cunts in the ring continued their provocative dance, the young waitresses on the casino floor took drink orders and bets, keeping their pretty young open cunts on display as they tucked bills into them for the enjoyment of the gamblers. Jackson watched them going to the bar to hand in bets and place drink orders.
As they waited, they put a hand to work masturbating, to keep their genitalia in a state of sexual excitement. These young kids were well-trained professionals, and were demonstrating their full understanding of their real role in show business. These were the kind of naughty girls he’d have to recruit.
Witnessing the nightly fights between nude women over a period of time, they had all lost their innocence. They had learned much more here working as naked waitresses than they ever learned in school, and the way they were headed, it would likely serve them much better.
The women in the ring turned to face a male other than the one who had previously mounted her. The studs’ erections had sagged from the completed fuck, and they were dribbling copious gobs of semen as they stood, breathing hard to regenerating their energy.
The four naked women got to their knees in front of the nigger men, heaving their buttocks back to the audience to better display their puckered rectums and flared cunts. They took the men’s diminished cocks into their mouths, all of them skilled in restoring penises to full erection.
With the application of the women’s hard working tongues and bobbing heads, the nude black men’s flaccid dicks soon regained their rigid status, saluting the work of the naked ladies’ encouraging mouths. The women removed their heads, leaving a coating of saliva on the stiff engorged black erections.
The nude beauties were about to take these firm shafts into themselves again, this time in their rear fuck portals, and were doing what they could to ensure a smooth, pain-free entry. The imposing long dongs of the studs were intimidating, but their assignment was to entertain the men’s pumping shafts without complaint.
The naked women stood again, showing their incredible legs to full advantage in the sexy stiletto heels, and once more faced each other, leaning in and wrapping their arms around the others’ shoulders as they formed a ring. The studs, their large organs orally revitalized, moved behind the women again.
They used their hands to spread the ladies’ shapely white buttocks, exposing their nude mount’s anus. They inhaled snot from their sinuses, and spit on the puckered little starfish to provide slimy lubrication. The force of their entry thrust would bring pain not only to the women, for whom they had no regard, but also to their own rigid genitals.
A thunderous new rock song with a pounding beat began, and the men placed their penises into the fold of the young women’s buttocks. After the song’s short intro, on the first beat of the first verse, they simultaneously thrust, and the women let out a brief squeal as their rectums were painfully compromised.
The now rowdy audience shouted encouragement, and the black studs swiftly responded, producing a pounding piston action in time with the music in the invaded colons of the lovely ladies. To Jackson it seemed the temperature in the room had suddenly gone up.
Jackson was enjoying the view of the ladies dangling breasts bouncing and slapping hard against each other with the forceful action of the brutal anal fuck, when the first stud bellowed and jerked his erection out of his mount’s shit-chute. Quickly the other three did the same, all four of them wildly ejaculating.
They aimed their jetting penises at the gleaming pool on the floor of spunk from their previous ejaculation, adding to the slippery mess, creating a slippery hell of spunk for the next naked fighters. The requisite spike heeled shoes that all fighters wore would have precarious footing where the cum-soaked canvas was wet with fresh semen.
The relieved women, their cunts and rectums swollen from the exercise they had just enjoyed, climbed through the ropes, knowing their part of the filthy show was over. The men completed their discharge of semen, and leaving their large mess of sticky smuck on the bloodstained canvas, followed the women, clearing the ring for the next outrageous fight.
CHAPTER 22 – Split Canes and Battered Meat
Jackson now went to the links he had found on Martha’s computer and forwarded them all to his own computer. He was curious to see how far the amateur producers and video-makers would take this highly erotic sport. He was forming ideas in his mind that were being fed by the brutal kiddie action he was seeing.
Properly produced, these events could be so much more damaging to the little girls taking part, and therefore more satisfying for the spectators, but that would require taking the audience forward one small step at a time. He knew from experience that once things advanced, the steps of the mayhem could be larger.
Once a woman was introduced to a new concept in violence she could quickly grasp it. The kids would not be the problem in taking this to its ultimate potential. They would learn to go to any level for self-preservation, and there would be the odd kids that got off on doling out, if not taking, more extreme violence.
How far it went would depend on his initiative, and ultimately their mothers’ fortitude. He was confident there were effective ways to bolster a young woman’s boundaries for what she would allow for her child. This was something he was fully prepared to explore and put to work.
There were other folders in the gallery he had not yet opened, each of them containing several videos, and most of these had interesting descriptive names. One such folder was called Malicious Malaysian Pumas. He knew the puma was a fierce carnivorous predator, one which could make quick work of the meat of a creature as small as a little girl. His cock jerked at the carnal thoughts that flooded into his head.
Jackson immediately thought of naked little girls being placed in a pit to be confronted by vicious cats, and imagining the details of the likely outcome drove his blood pressure soaring. That was not what he expected to see, but realized it was the kind of enticing thing he could easily make happen.
Capable killing carnivores pulling down and feasting on living nudes of all ages would fit nicely into his plans. He knew that large killer predators were available for a price, and with the money their work would produce, the cost would not be a deterrence. He would make it worth the price.
He entered the Puma folder, and opened one of a dozen files at random. He had picked well. He took a quick peek at several of the files to see if animals were involved in any of them, and none were. Most of them were made in sand boxes, some indoors and others outside.
He noticed several of the provocatively titled videos were made using the same sandbox. The videos displayed just naked little girls, all very young for the sport, and all of them somehow decorated as animals, mostly with body paint. He chose one that was quite different, and closed the others.
He watched a pair of naked pudgy five-year-old girls on their hands and knees, facing each other awaiting instructions, in an eight-foot-square sandbox apparently located in the center of a downstairs recreation room. There were no windows, was no audience, only four young women, two mothers and two friends who were there to make the violent kiddie-fight video with the infant girls.
Neither of these children appeared to be from SE Asia. Both of them were white, and the four excited women watching them were obviously American, and spoke in a New England accent. The video had likely been made in Boston. Neither naked child was diapered, to Jackson’s liking.
The sandbox was a safe place to deposit their excrement, with cleanup and disposal easy, as easy as cleaning a cat’s litter box, but in this case there would be no defecation. No kiddie-poop would be appearing, because the bungholes of both little girls were plugged with their tail anchors.
This video of nasty little American kiddies proved to be made at a very private party, held exclusively for the purpose of making the video. Because of this, the young mothers were also fully naked, with the exception of their expensive spike heeled shoes. All four cunts of the women were cleanly shaved or fully waxed, and showed signs of some early masturbation in anticipation of the competition about to begin.
The tiny girls had been transformed into little animals, and wore a butt plug inserted into their rectums with a long tail attached, which would effectively prevent the production of kiddie-crap. There would be no girlie-poop for the hostess of this wicked video shoot to clean up. Their skin was painted with little brown spots to give the suggestion of very young pumas.
On the fingers of the nude little girls in the sandbox were firmly clamped little claws. They were tiny, but clearly very sharp, and capable of producing shallow scratches that would none the less leak quite a bit of their blood. Jackson was pleased to see this video promised to be highly violent and likely quite bloody, even with children so young.
Two of the four women were in their late teens, the other two in their mid-twenties. The younger two were the little girls’ mothers, and used cattle prods to get their reluctant little cunt-fighters moving. The tiny children were quickly up on their knees, and both of them promptly and aggressively used their sharp metal claws on each other with mal-intent, raking tiny bleeding tracks across the other’s perfect skin.
They screamed at the ragged pain they were experiencing, and continued in retaliation to scratch repeated deeper and deeper bleeding gouges in each other’s flesh, with each distressed child fighting frantically to end the brutal fight with a win. These amazing naked children were now fighting out of desperation, and Jackson found their match more enchanting than any he had seen so far.
The aggressive infants in the sand box were in terrible shape when the mothers finally stepped in to stop the vicious fight. The mothers stepped back and the other two women moved in. They were, from their actions and what they said, apparently a doctor and a nurse, as naked as the mothers, and who showed the clear signs of having masturbated substantially during the short but violent bout.
They made a show of tending to the screaming little girls’ more serious wounds, stitching them without anesthetic, applying stinging alcohol, and taping the others. This merciless repair work proved to be very erotic and an essential part of the violent video.
The missing elements here in this brutal fight were compassion and mercy, which was entirely to Jackson’s liking, as there was as much viciousness and heartless maliciousness as he desired. Girls were acting out their passionate and steadily growing hatred for their opponent.
In fact he recognized early on that vitriolic spite in these small children was common to all of the videos depicting this radical sport, but greatly amplified with the provision of damaging claws on their tiny fingers. It was that addition which made this intensely violent activity so enticing and entertaining.
This was proving to be much better than the bouts of boxing he had seen on earlier videos. Just by accident of birth, brought into the world by the mothers who had whelped them, now driven by lust for sexual violence between their little girls, dictated their path in life.
It was the mothers’ growing lust for violence in the kiddie fights that dictated their pretty children would be entered into and required to participate in aggressive hand-to-hand combat with primitive weapons that guaranteed bloody damage. That was something the ladies addicted to the vicious kiddie fights craved, and ensured they got.
He entered another folder named Stick Fights. It contained ten files. He opened one of them, and saw a pair of naked eight-year-old girls hanging upside down from the ceiling with felt-lined cuffs on their widespread ankles, facing each other and armed with split canes. These were capable of whacks that would cut into fresh meat, such as the bodies of these very pretty nude young combatants.
This video was not recorded in a home, but was made in a high-end specialty body shop that repaired expensive automobiles, most of them sports cars. There were Mercedes, Porches, Ferraris and a bright yellow Alpha Romeo. He noticed nearly all of the license tags were from Oklahoma.
Jackson surmised the producer of this event was not the body shop owner, but instead a customer of the high-class shop who owned one of the exotic automobiles, and had leased the facility for the production of this obscene video. It was the perfect setting, because there was no view in from outside and the walls were soundproofed.
A beautiful voluptuous woman, who would be fairly described as classy were she not in such a tight dress, low cut in front to reveal her substantial uplifted cleavage, tied tightly to lift her impressive bosom, and a very high cut hem that revealed the fold of her buttocks, a side-slit revealing she wore no panties.
The erotically dressed cunt stepped into frame and thrust a gorgeous leg ending in a spike heel forward into the ring. As she leaned in, her impressive breasts hanging low, she shouted to the suspended nude teens, “Beat the fucking shit out of the stupid fucking little cunt!”
Her costume and her language were a good match. “I want to see you beat the living shit out of that pretty fucking cunt of hers!” When she stepped forward with one gorgeous leg. He got an unobstructed view of her clean-shaved pussy, it’s inner lips flared from masturbation.
Jackson freed his penis, certain access to it would soon be necessary. “The stupid fuck-slut piece of shit deserves everything you can fucking give her!” the woman shouted. Although she was clearly acting a role, it seemed to Jackson that coitus was high on her list of desired activities.
Her primary adjective was ‘fucking’. He would make a point to find her, and investigate his guess as to her true nature. She must have been the mother of one of the naked young girls, as she had shouted that command to the nude girl hanging nearest her.
She was playing a role for the video, and was such a hot bitch in that role that Jackson would like to have a round or two with her when he learned her identity, which he fully intended to do. His penis could do justice to the cunt and anus of a beautiful voluptuous bitch like that.
The suspended pre-teens promptly began viciously attacking each other, battering their opponent’s torso, exposed cunt and head with a vengeance. The pretty girls’ screams spoke of the ferocious violence they were both giving and experiencing, each fighting to avoid being the loser, although their primary motivator appeared to be survival.
Tiny sprays of their blood splashed from where the split canes they used to such good effect on each other cut their smooth blemish-free skin. These lovely grade 3 girls were being as brutal as professional boxers. They swung their canes with all their might, and to good effect.
The damage they were doing to each other’s body was severe, and he could see it would require extensive medical attention. These girls would not be back in their grade three class in less than a month, more likely requiring six weeks or more to heal. Jackson’s penis raged in his pants as he watched the naked keen girls eagerly striking each other with the sadistic split canes.
Clearly this sport went far beyond what had occurred in his home, and it was equally clear there was a considerable appetite for this kind of coldblooded merciless violence among the women in attendance at the garage. He personally preferred this naked bloodletting to the punch and scratch fights he had seen on earlier videos.
The entertainment value of this video was not about the winning or losing, but instead about the ferocious vehemence of the violent damage the delightfully naked young girls wrecked upon each other’s exposed cunts, faces and beautiful young bodies. This was fighting!
Which of the highly attractive naked youngster won seemed to him to be completely irrelevant to the purpose of the video. It also appeared to be irrelevant even to their mothers, who cheered on every damaging blow, regardless of which of the fiery young naked suspended combatants delivered it and which received it.
What mattered to Jackson, to the youngsters’ mothers and to the excitedly screaming audience was the ruthless damage the nude suspended children did to each other with the split canes they were using. This kind of fight was entirely for the shock value it delivered, and shock was a good description of his reaction to what he saw.
He tucked his penis back into his pants and did up the zipper. This fight brought tightness to his chest and gut, not to his groin. This was more shocking, more visceral, and to him, less sex related. It was more the response he had to witnessing a video he had once witnessed of a nude young woman being eviscerated alive.
He made note of his reaction, recognizing that his instincts were trustworthy, and that others might react in the same way. That would make a big difference in how and for whom he staged anything like this. Paying attention to his personal reactions was what contributed to his consistent success in his business endeavors.
CHAPTER 23 – The Honduran Terminus Pit
The other folder with a name that caught his attention was in a section by itself, and was simply titled Terminus. That was an ominous title if he’d ever heard one. Jackson expectantly wondered if the implication he drew was accurate, that a child would be killed on camera. He quickly pulled down the zipper on his pants, to be prepared.
If this was going to be anything like he expected, he was likely to cream, and doing so in his pants was acceptable only in an emergency. He had earlier disposed of his semen-soiled handkerchief, and had thankfully taken the time to replace it before his shopping trip. With Martha returning, he didn’t want to soil his pants with semen.
There was only one file in the Terminus folder. That was all that was necessary to make the point about how far this sport could go. He was shocked by what it presented. He knew there was some very rough stuff on the market, and he was pleased to see that this one displayed some creativity in the design and execution of the event.
There was a deep rectangular pit dug in a forest clearing, surrounded by trees, providing complete privacy. The pit was not new, judging by the long grass that grew over the edges. The vertical sided trench was four feet wide, eight feet long and at least twelve feet deep. The setting was tropical, judging by the plant life.
Gathered on one side of it, carefully placed so as to not block camera angles, was a group of men and women, wearing casual shirts, shorts and sandals. The shirts were worn outside the shorts, which were specially designed. He made a mental note to check later to see their purpose.
The clean-cut yawning chasm in the soil was deep enough that four bright lights were embedded in the sides of it, to light the lower portion for better visibility. A dozen wooden spikes stood up four feet from the bottom of the pit. Aimed upward were their very sharp points.
It was a full eight feet down to the upper end of these deadly sharp spikes. Most of the wooden stakes were bloodstained, demonstrating the trench was well used. Young people had died on these heinous passive but deadly weapons, simply for entertainment purposes.
Clearly the people who created this event he was about to witness were deadly serious about their erotic and seemingly deadly kiddie sports. Blood-sports was taking on a new meaning, and Jackson was rapidly reassessing his opinion of the extent of his wife’s tastes.
A title came up. It simply said Honduran Toddler Hardball. Jackson correctly guessed the title was a figure of speech, and there would be no use of a ball. Hardball, he assumed, meant there was no avoiding death for one of the little competitors. That spoke to how far this sport had progressed.
Three feet from each end of the pit stood a naked pudgy six-year-old girl. Both of them looked terrified, both were of equal size and build, and neither understood what kind of action was expected of them, but both were certain it was not going to be good. Their guess was correct.
Jackson was surprised at how sexually stimulating little girls with potbellies and matching bums could look, with their puffy little cuntlets standing out below the bulge of their split pubic mound. The producer of the video had seen the wisdom of putting these naked kiddies in scaled-down spike heels, which greatly enhanced the sexuality they exuded.
This was going to be about more than naked little girls. It was about pure and extreme sexual violence. Both of the little girls were strikingly beautiful aboriginal Hispanics, as were the adults standing along one side in the background, anxiously anticipating the imminent action.
Jackson wondered if the girls’ parents were present, and if they knew the full purpose of the event, or of its intended outcome. Surely they did not. That would just be too much for him to believe. Jackson could not comprehend parents agreeing to the killing of their children. He was equally certain this was going to be a snuff video.
This would probably be a well-balanced even competition, unlike some of the others. This assumption was reasonable, considering the expected outcome. Only the 2 children were naked, and Jackson was pleased to see that neither of them was diapered, so that everything was on display.
It was immediately evident the little girls’ pudgy little pubic mounds had been properly peppered so that their cuntlets flared open as if, before peppering, they had just experienced a sound gang rape fucking by the male adults, and if their parents were present, likely including their rape by their fathers.
This was highly likely, as both girls had been recently crying. He didn’t think peppering would bring tears of this magnitude. Jackson checked the bulges in the men’s short pants, and saw the telltale signs of moisture. All of the men were displaying pecker tracks.
They had recently ejaculated, and that would have been done within the tight confines of the little girls’ now gaping cunnies. If it had been recorded, that would likely be another video worth checking. Watching gang rape by adults of very young girls was one of Jackson’s favorite passtimes.
With his attention on the shorts, Jackson noted that the adults, both men and women, wore shorts with big flies that were open for easy access. They wore colorful shirts that were outside the shorts whick were also open, so that as they turned or bent forward, the young women’s full breasts were on perfect display.
The anxious children stood braced, each with the end of a stout hemp rope tied around her waist, stretched across the length of the pit. It served as a line that joined them. This was going to be a nefarious tug of war, with the sole objective to pull the other child into the long deep hole for a painful death on the mindless awaiting spikes!
The loser would be rapidly impaled like a stuck piglet, drawn onto the spikes by the distance of the fall and by her own weight. It was an ingenious device, but Jackson did not yet grasp the full implications of it, although soon enough he would see how devious the design was as the imminent action played out.
It was, as the name on the folder implied, a fucking kiddie snuff video! He had heard there were videos as outrageous as this available to little girl connoisseurs, for purchase at a steep price. He had once got a line of one, and had been offered the chance to buy it, but had passed, and busy with other things, had never again pursued one.
Now he had one of these degenerate snuff videos up on the computer in front of him, thanks to his wife. One of the things that impressed him was the extent of Martha’s collection. They had not come from the same producers, so it was clear she had gone searching for all of these.
This snuff video file was not stored with the major groups, but was in a separate section, and he wondered if Martha had viewed it, and if so, if she had enjoyed it. This had all the markings of the real thing, with clear sound and very good production values, including lighting and camera work.
When the pulling started, he watched the naked little girls in their heels struggle against each other, and then he sped up the video, much less keen on watching the little girls tugging against each other as he was in witnessing the inevitable, unavoidable outcome.
He had once seen on YouTube, before it was removed, a video of a cute six-year-old girl being pulled by the hand of her jay-walking mother, being hit by a car. The child had bounced high in the air before crashing on her head onto the solid pavement, crushing her skull and breaking her neck when she landed.
Unfortunately, the child was fully clothed, and even though her skirt was up around her waist when she landed, her revealed panties remained in place, and a dark bulging stain showed on her panties between the little girl’s spread legs to pronounce she had given up continence and shit herself, signaling that the kid was dead.
The memory had distracted him, and he had to stop and back up the Honduran recording, as he had shot past the startling end to the competition. It had gone on for some time, with the evenly matched nude little girls pulling each other forward and back, but making little headway as they struggled naked in their little heels, unused to such footwear.
The wicked ending was by nefarious design. When one little girl lost her footing as her opponent pulled extra hard on the rope, she had a game-changing accident. Her slender ankle turned in the ultra-high heels, and she lost her balance. Struggling furiously, she slid over the edge and tumbled down into the pit, screaming as she fell.
Now the wicked intent of the designer of this game became apparent. The distance of the fall was sufficient that as she went down the rope came tight and she pulled her startled opponent into the other end of the pit. Both of the beautiful pudgy Hispanic six-year-old naked children were quickly fully impaled on the atrocious spikes.
This sadistic sport was by it’s insidious design a no-win competition for the children. Once it was started, the only conclusion could be the violent death by impalement of both of the young, innocent participants. If she has viewed it, he knew, Martha indeed has an evil, sadistic streak in her she has never before revealed.
The cameras got excellent slow-motion shots of the chubby little naked ladies falling, and their brown bodies sinking deep onto the sharp poles. Two of the cameras provided ultra slow motion images of the little girls grizzly impaling ride onto the pointed shafts. This proved to be far better than anything Jackson had expected.
The high definition cameras captured great images of the tips of the bloody spikes slowly emerging through the pudgy little torsos, having cleanly impaled the cute little girls. The lighting was sufficient that the images were sharp and not grainy, and the camera angles caught the blood that spurted out around the emerging poles.
The first girl had spun and twisted in despair on the way down and landed on her back, with spikes emerging through her tummy below and to the side of her navel, through her diaphragm and a third by her collarbone. None of these was lethal, and the naked child squirmed as she screamed, pissing an arching stream of kiddie-urine as she was held fast by her unfortunate impalement.
The second girl landed face down on the spikes, and also caught three of the sharp poles. One emerged low on her back just to the right of her spine. Another came through her ribs below her shoulder blades, while the third cleanly pierced the left side of her neck.
With her ass propped up and her legs widespread, the point of a tapered steaming brown log poked its nose out of her slowly spreading rectum, and she produced a long firm stool that eventually dropped to the bottom of the pit. Jackson grinned as he thought that kiddie shit was much more manageable on video rather than in person.
He realized some people had a substantial tolerance for the sight and odor of child waste, and had a strong interest in witnessing naked little girls defecate in public while under severe distress. He knew the kiddies were often fed Tums to reduce the odor of their offal. It was just one more quirk in the unlimited variety of human responses the video’s producer was catering to.
No arteries were struck on either of the very young little girls, so they would not bleed out quickly, but would instead live for some time to entertain the people watching down from above, appreciating their stoic performance as they squirmed, as if somehow in their wildest dreams they could extricate themselves from the impossibly desperate situation they were now in.
Neither of the pretty pudgy grade one students would live to see the ripe old age of seven. In truth, neither would live to see the sunrise tomorrow. Jackson had just watched a kiddie snuff video. This one stimulated ejaculation for him. He was very impressed that the Hondurans had the resources and skill to produce a product of this quality.
As he thought about it, he realized on word in the opening title on the screen was the only indication of where this remarkable video was produced. He made a point to find out where, when and by whom the incredible video was made. Before long the person responsible for making it would be working for him, making many more such stimulating productions.
He realized it could have been made in a studio anywhere in the world, or if it were really an outdoor setting, as it appeared to be, it had to have been shot in a tropical region. There were very few places in the USA that trees or plants like these grew, but several sites in the south east States were possibilities.
On the other hand, it could have come from a tropical location anywhere in the world, ranging from South America to Africa, or in fact any SE Asian country or Pacific Island country. If it were American, it quite likely would have been made in the Florida Keys. He could think of no way to know.
CHAPTER 24 – Serious Amateur Fight
The MC jumped up and climbed through the ropes, his penis as rigid as ever. The designer cock enhancer he had ingested was doing its job. He raised his microphone to introduce the next bout. Jackson noticed his throbbing erection had a gleam on the end, as he was so sexually excited with what he was about to announce that he was dribbling some serious production of pre-ejaculation fluid.
The man with the mike was clearly highly aroused, either from the completed copulation act or, more likely, anticipation of the next nude violent bout he was introducing. During the break he had likely also augmented the Viagra in his system, to ensure, like a true professional, that he maintained a full, highly stimulated erection while working in public.
“Our second battle tonight features a pair of lovely telephone operators from the Chicago branch of AT&T. One of them, a redhead named Lilly, applied to fight in our ring in response to a recruiting circular inviting young women to compete unhindered by the threat of repercussions, and she did so wanting to legally exact her revenge on another operator who did her wrong.
“She needed to do this in a lawful setting, which we provide, where she can beat the shit out of the gorgeous young lady whom she vehemently hates, without fear of having to deal with any inconvenient legal issues. Her objective is to produce serious and lasting harm to her opponent for revenge and gratification, as it were.
“Ladies and Gentlemen, the D-Ring Casino is the ideal place to safely perpetrate severe, injurious vengeance on a hated rival without fear of legal repercussions later!”
“Or to kill the bitch!” someone in the audience shouted.
The people cheered, knowing what he predicted is exactly what they might possibly witness. When hate for another person was permitted to rise to the level described, the ensuing bout would often escalate to the ultimate conclusion preferred by the audience of jaded gamblers. They were betting on a violent death for one or both of these beautiful young ladies.
“Lilly Cuntina, which is not her real surname, nominated her arch rival, Maggie Vaginitus, which is definitely not her real surname, who is a natural blonde, rare in the days of so many sophisticated bleaches. We obliged her, when we arranged for her unknowing nominee to pay us a surprise visit at our recruiting center, where we convinced her she had no option better than to participate in this bout.
“Maggie had expressed no interest in engaging in a nude fight with Lilly in our casino, nor was she willing to come in for the requisite preparation without some compelling persuasion. An injection of a strong sedative jabbed in her hip by our skilled recruiting team, and the feel of the barrel of a pistol at her temple, took care of her resistance.
“I think when she comes on and enters the ring in her well crafted outstanding birthday suit, you’ll agree with me that she has a lovely ass, with only the tiniest little injection mark not visible from the audience. In my humble opinion the bitch also has an admirable full set of tits, but of course I’ll leave that for you to decide.
“Lilly told us Maggie had issued illicit grievances about her, faking customer complaint forms filled out when Maggie was not on shift. The personnel office put them onto Lilly’s record, and they could not be reversed. This went on for some time, and further false complaints cost Lilly a series of promotions.
“She vowed revenge, and at last found the perfect way to get back at her enemy legally and with impunity. Maggie can never sue her for whatever happens to her in the D-Ring Casino, because we have granted her the role of permanent resident and fighter.
“As such, she will have no access to lawyers, let alone the court system. Her only recourse is to fight Lilly, which is why the two are presaent tonight. For Lilly, D-Ring is the perfect solution to her Maggie problem. Aha! Here come the pair of cumly cunts now!”
Handlers brought the two young women to the ring, and had to hold them firmly to prevent an early start to the fight. They were both extremely agitated, likely high on speed. The pretty redhead Lilly was athletic, with moderate C-cup breasts. She was well muscled, with flat abs, and it was clear she worked out regularly.
The blonde Maggie had firm DD cup breasts, and a voluptuous figure to support them, including an impressive ass, as the MC had said. Maggie moved well, but much of her response was an involuntary erotic reaction to the sight of the MC’s eager cock. She was ready for any kind of action, but would not have the pleasure to experience that erection in her vagina tonight.
The drug cocktail in her system removed most restraint, and she was free to feel and express whatever feelings came to her stimulated mind. Maggie grinned seductively at the MC, her trepidation at being in the ring vanishing as the speed in her system took effect.
She was starting to feel surprisingly aggressive, and couldn’t wait for the action with that bitch-cunt Lilly to begin. She had a seductive little belly bulge just below her navel, and she twisted her waist slightly to match the feminine bounce of her buttocks.
Maggie was in every respect an outstanding cock-tease. Lilly was by comparison a bit more stiff, but looked to Jackson to be the better bet. Whatever the case, it didn’t matter which of these cunts won, what was important was that the two nudes were going to try to kill each other in the ring.
At this point a strikingly beautiful woman, nude except for her heels, spiked collar with matching cuffs and anklets, and wearing a puma tail anchored by a stout butt-plug, entered the ring with a tray of supplies. She taped their fists, and then dipped them one at a time into a pot of thick glue.
“Holy shit,” Billy said, suddenly recognizing something that gave him a start, “Look, Maggie’s hair’s in a fucking ponytail!” Looking at a surprised Jackson, he explained, “Not everybody knows it, but that’s the D-Ring code for a fixed fight, their way of identifying the loser.
“Maggie’s supposed to lose, and from my experience, that’s definitely going to happen. The fix is on, the ring tilted, whatever the fuck, you can bet on Maggie losing! It’s quite remarkable, watching a fixed fight, and knowing which one is definitely going to win, and the other lose. I love it! There’s nothing quite like it.
“Every now an then D-Ring will arrange for one fighter to win, as they’ve done tonight, so they can give her some relatively safe novice fight experience and ring confidence, kick-start her career, and later put her into more serious fights. It appears they like Lilly.
Watch to see if we can figure out how they rig it. Sometimes it can be quite obvious. It’s just a matter of knowing what you’re looking for. This audience is just sizing up the cunts to see which they favor in the fight. One thing’s for certain, that pretty blonde cunt Maggie’s not only going to lose, but I’m sure she’s going to die tonight.”
The MC continued, “Lilly signed Maggie’s nomination papers, and with support from our law department, we have made her Maggie’s official guardian. Those papers waved all rights for both of them. Lilly was eager to sign them all, without reading more than the first few words, and told us she wants to mark Maggie so that she’ll remember for the rest of her life who it was that beat and scarred her!
“We have given her some interesting options, and knowing whatever she chose to use, her opponent would get the same, but as you’ll soon see, not quite the same. She chose to use glass.” Glass? That confused Jackson, but he was certain that would be explained as things unfolded.
He could only think of the cutting capability of sharp glass, but had no idea how it might be applied. Would they fight with broken bottles? Would each of them be gin a shard of sharp glass to use as a knife? Several possibilities crossed his mind, but none of them seemed to be practical.
As her handler held Lilly, the nude woman lifted a broad band of canvas. “That’s crushed glass,” Billy said. “It’ll be glued to the tape on her fists.” Jackson watched Lilly’s sticky fists get pressed, one at a time, into the strip of canvas, and they came up gleaming with small sharp chunks of broken glass stuck in the glue.
“My God,” Jackson exclaimed, “This is serious shit. These girls are going to be a bloody mess before this is over!” His penis was as firm as he had ever felt it, pressing to burst out of his suit pants. He hoped he didn’t let it produce smegma, which would make a dark row of embarrassing pecker tracks on the front of his pants.
“That’s the general idea,” Billy grinned.
Jackson glanced around the large casino, looking at the giant video screens placed strategically so that everyone present would have a great view of the proceedings. What was promised by what Jackson had already seen was enough to raise a man or woman’s blood pressure, and he was certain his was going through the roof.
He had never dreamed such things were possible, and now knew that he would become a successful producer of this kind of live violent pornography. He was particularly impressed that behind the Lucite panel at the back of the D-Ring were a pair of professional television cameras.
The design of the D-Ring Casino was such that making video recordings was part of each fight. This event was being broadcast, streaming live! He was sure there were other cameras hidden on columns and from the ceiling to pick up other angles.
He expected D-Ring Inc. operated on the side some dark-net pay sites to distribute their product around the world, and increase profits from their outrageously violent international operations. That was smart business. Milk a kill for everything you can, to make the most money possible.
He was getting a grasp of their scope. They were making money in several different ways from each fight, probably working the internet for all it was worth. People would willingly pay well to watch deadly events such as this. This was smart business.
CHAPTER 25 – The Fix is On
The nude woman with the anal-mounted tail went to her box of supplies, and brought out a pair of what looked like Lone Ranger masks. They were thick enough over the eyes to protect the girls’ eyeballs from being split by glass shards on the fist of her opponent. None of the rest of their beautiful nakedness had any form of protection. All of their bodies, except for their eyes, were completely vulnerable.
“I think I know how this is rigged,” Billy said. “Watch the nude woman with the butt tail closely, and keep a sharp eye on what she does with that broad canvas strip. She’s not going to treat these two cunts in the same way. I’m certain this is where it will happen.”
She had her back to the fighters, and put the band of canvas down carefully. So far only Lilly’s taped hands bore glass. Jackson saw Billy was right. She tilted the strip, spilled the tiny glass shards onto the floor of the ring, and picked up a can to sprinkle fresh glass bits onto the strip.
She stood up and offered it to Maggie, who reluctantly dipped her fists into the canvas sling, pressing down hard so that glass particles would adhere to the coating of soft glue on her taped fists. She was too wound up to notice there were no pieces of glass on the canvas large enough to do any kind of severe damage to the fine smooth skin Lilly displayed.
“There you go,” Billy said, “look at the difference. She’s got little more than glass powder and maybe some plastic on the tape on her fists. It will be like hitting Lilly with sandpaper. Scraping her, but no gouging trenches in her meat. See the difference in the light reflected from each girl’s fists?
“Lilly’s got real shards that can do serious damage. This one-way cunt fight is definitely going to be a fucking massacre, and believe me, the massacred cunt will be Maggie!”
The nude woman with the tail sprayed a fixative onto the taped fists of both girls to harden the glue, locking onto it the pieces of broken glass. “Lilly is going to get her way tonight,” Billy observed. “The stupid cunt Maggie thinks this is a one off, and after the fight she can go home.
“What Lilly doesn’t know is that she’s signed away everything, for both of them, and is now the total property of D-Ring as a permanent cunt fighter. She’s nothing but fresh meat on the hoof. That’s how D-Ring handles these eager young disposable beauties, and builds its stable of experienced cunt fighters. They totally own these outrageously hot cunts!”
Jackson smiled, impressed. “I certainly hope so.” They both placed big bets on Lilly, expecting few in the audience noticed or if they did, understood the switch. Most of them would have their eyes on the beautiful nude girls’ displayed naked cunts, looking forward to the violence that would ensue, guaranteed to be bloody with the glass-coated tape on their fists.
Billy pointed out “When people are preoccupied with sex and the expectation of violence, they will usually miss seeing a secret switcheroo.” The MC and the naked woman with her heels and rectum-mounted tail quickly got out of the ring. The handlers were wisely right behind them.
The two amateur nude girls charged at each other, going for blood, thinking nothing of defense. It was all about cutting the other with the small shards of broken glass on their fists. Only Lilly was equipped to do so. Maggie, believing they were armed equally, struck the first blow, scratching her right fist across Lilly’s forehead, scraping the skin and drawing blood.
Lilly countered with a cross to Maggie’s left breast, digging deep blood-gushing groves across the smooth skin and fat below it. The audience was startled at the difference in damage the two girls did to each other. It wasn’t that Lilly was the better fighter, but that she did so much more damage with what appeared to be an equal punch.
It was immediately evident the playing field was severely tilted in Lilly’s favor. Blow after blow did damage to Maggie’s naked meat, which with her voluptuous figure was more plentiful, and there was nothing Maggie could do about it. She was taking a ferocious beating, and leaking blood everywhere.
Jackson was thrilled by how he reacted to the unbounded violence going on in the ring, and found it necessary to open his fly to allow his penis to ejaculate great globs of cum into his kerchief without messing his pants. Beside him, Billy was doing the same.
Lilly focused on Maggie’s big breasts at first, ripping them to shreds with a merciless volley. She then went at the screaming girl’s face, slicing her nose, cheeks and lips, and wishing the mask was gone so she could demolish the horrified bitch’s fucking eyeballs.
The passionate ferocity of the violent, ruthless and merciless onslaught was much more than Maggie could endure, and to the delight of the audience she bent forward, her round buttocks spread, the pink aperture of her starfish anus opened, and she slowly ejected a firm moist fecal log.
The damage was far from equal. Lilly bore only scrapes and bruises. Her taped glass-lined fists were covered with blood, but it was not her own. Maggie was continually moving back as the merciless fists pounded and ravaged her meat, and one of her high-heeled shit-covered shoes stepped on the puddle of semen left by the male dancers.
What happened shifted the direction of the fight even further. Her foot slipped out from under her, and she went down hard, landing flat on her back. One arm went back to break her fall, and the forearm broke from the impact. Her buttocks landed on the broken glass that had been purposefully spilled onto the ring’s canvas floor.
The pain from the break of her arm and of the slashes she had taken from Lilly’s fists covered the fresh pain of sharp glass edges cutting into her shapely ass. The nearly defeated bitch was stunned, and now totally vulnerable to whatever harm Lilly wished to inflict on her.
Lilly immediately dropped onto her, putting her rectum over Maggie’s nose. She grabbed one of Maggie’s shapely legs and pulled it aside, fully exposing her cunt, making it her next target. She drove her bloodied shard-covered fist repeatedly into the perfectly displayed female organ.
The audience cheered to witness the nude young woman rigorously lacerating the defenseless female fuck-meat with the glass shards glued to the tape on her pounding fist. Lilly had no sense of mercy in her at the moment, and she displayed none as she destroyed the exterior of her hated opponent’s bleeding cunt.
When the organ was fully tenderized, the MC leaped up into the ring, along with the handlers. “Was that a battle or what?” he said. “Here at D-Ring we offer our audiences the best in brutal entertainment.” The handlers had to work hard to pull Lilly off Maggie, and they had to work harder than normal to drag her to the far side of the ring.
“Do you think we can salvage anything of this lovely young lady?” he asked. Maggie was unable to get up. Her body was badly battered, with deep slashes across what had been flawless skin. Her face, breasts and cunt were ruined. She was in every respect in terrible shape.
“Noooo!” shouted the audience.
“Has Lilly put her out of her misery?”
“Nooooo!” came the unanimous response.
“I agree,” said the MC. He drew his 45, cocked it and thrust the long barrel into the bloody depths of Maggie’s ruined cunt. “I think she’s ready to accept a couple of our specially prepared lead slugs, don’t you? Would you like to see us abruptly give her a lead fuck, and to administer a major dose of serious lead poisoning to her inner gonads?”
“Yeeeesss!” cried the spectators.
He ripped off Maggie’s mask, to allow everyone to see the expression of horror on her face. “We are here to help Lilly have her revenge for the nasty things you did to block her advancing in her career. Unfortunately, you will not count as a ring kill for her, because she did not kill you, but she will have opportunities to build a score later.
“This will be a special entertainment Dispatch I’ll do, for the amusement and satisfaction of the audience. I want you to know I am your dispatcher, and you will entertain the audience with the raw ferocity your death. Your vanquisher, Lilly, would have made an ideal supervisor, especially with her aggressive attitude, don’t you think, dear?”
Maggie’s jaw was badly ripped and likely broken. She was leaking blood from everywhere, and unable to speak, although she desperately tried. Her eyes bulged as she felt the MC tighten his grip on the large handgun. The barrel felt cold in the heat of her vagina.
The realization suddenly hit her that the merciless MC was really going to murder her! Right here in front of all those people! And they were all encouraging him, cheering him on! She was suddenly very angry at her mother for selling her out by refusing to pay for college, and instead forcing her to get a job as a telephone operator, putting her in this position.
Jackson amazed himself when, as the gun discharged, so did his cock! He produced his second ejaculation in just moments. The look on Billy’s face said that he too had sent his seed flying. The room was silent with anticipation, then suddenly the loud roar of the big gun going off in the naked young woman’s womb filled the casino.
The blast, even expected, was much more startling than was the act of shooting her in the cunt as she lay spread-eagle on the bloodstained canvas. D-Ring always played for keeps, and although this was not billed as a death fight, the death that was now being delivered thrilled the audience.
After all, it was this kind of action they had come to see. They had no interest in the young women put in the ring to entertain them surviving, and did nothing to encourage it. They wanted blood, destruction and death, and D-Ring was expert at providing all of that and more.
Maggie’s mid-section swelled as the bullet ripped through her cervix into her uterus, expanding greatly as it moved through the tender flesh, swelling to the size of a saucer. This was what the professionals called a dum-dum, a lead projectile with a notch in the nose.
This was the kind of bullet designed to do maximum damage as it coursed and ripped its way through human meat. It was the kind of bullet that was very difficult to extract from the living wounded. Seldom would a woman who was struck by one of these live more than minutes.
As Maggie’s waist settled, The MC jerked the barrel of the gun out of her cunt and thrust it deep into her rectum. The second explosion of the gun followed immediately, and this time her waist expanded as if she were pregnant, except the abrupt swelling was on her sides and back as well as her belly.
In no more than the second it took for her to swell, her interior pack of viscera and organs was irreversibly reduced to an incoherent stew of inner bitch parts. The audience was treated to a show of violent bitch butchery at its best! Guts, gonads and organs instantly totally destroyed.
The power of the sudden blast sent a jet of liquefied entrails out through Maggie’s spread destroyed vagina, and the crude slurry splashed as a bloody stinking mess onto the MC’s fist and arm. This was intolerable, and Maggie had made the MC very angry. The blast had killed her instantly, which meant he no longer had the chance to wreck revenge on her.
He withdrew his pistol from her vagina and exited the ring, disgusted at what the girl he had just killed had inadvertently done to him. The handlers picked up the young lady’s ruined carcass, lifted it high to display it to anyone in the audience interested, and then removed it and themselves from the infamous D-Ring.
“That was fucking spectacular,” Jackson said, and Billy agreed. Their waitress brought them their winnings and fresh drinks as they wiped their own cum from the tips of their dongs and tucked in their sagging penises. “I’m anxious to see how the casino’s producers are going to top that!”
THE END OF CHAPTER 25