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Feature Writer: Regis
Feature Title: LAMI PI PRODUCTIONS 56 – 59
Published: 03.04.2024
Lami Pi Productions 56 – 59
Chapter 56 – Mother and Daughter Event
After due consideration, Leanne realized her decision to say yes when it was suggested she and Lea take part in the mother-daughter event was a good one. It would satisfy what seemed to be an insatiable lust for extremely deadly action, and she knew with certainty she was ready.
She was also confident she had properly prepared her little daughter Lea to perform well. It was all about attitude, she believed, and little Lea had an attitude to spare. After all, getting involved in the high-risk sexually oriented sports they enjoyed watching was what had driven them to come to visit this amazing island resort in the first place.
With Lea’s highly developed attitude toward this kind of thing, there was no way her child would ever have to endure harsh punishment at the hands of another little girl. She had watched and learned well from the dark net television she had seen, and would be able to anticipate dirty moves.
Two days after they arrived at the Lami Pi island retreat Lea turned seven. She was now old enough to get involved in the and to take good care of herself, putting to work the things she had learned watching naked young women in desperate fights to the death survive and win.
As Ms. Helen had told them, the audience watching them owned the nude fighters, and they had to do what was expected of them, bearing no responsibility for their violent actions in the ring. They were free to do whatever it took them to fucking win.
This was a perfectly safe place to cause whatever mayhem you wanted, and instead of just watching, being in a position to dish out violence. This was something young Lea would absolutely love, being permitted to provide the physical harm to others that turned her on, regardless. Leanne realized she couldn’t have planned it better if she’d tried.
This was truly scary shit. She and her daughter were now in the prep room, with only a cloth curtain dividing them from where the other mother and daughter were being prepared. The room was tiny for this purpose, being only thirty-six feet square.
It was as if the owners of Lami Pi Productions wanted them to feel very constrained. They did, feeling almost stifled, and standing naked in her erotic heels, Leanne also felt as if she were just someone’s property, a piece of raw meat, simply a sexual being.
She was aware that was she and her daughter were truly owned by the people who hosted her here, and by the audience who had paid so much to be here, and demanded to see her kill her opponent. They truly owned her. This entire situation was totally surreal.
Their half of the room was no more than six feet by six feet, and with both of them and their handler present, and a couple of wooden chairs, it allowed not enough space to change her mind. The bathroom part of her huge bedroom at home was larger than this.
She felt as if her blood pressure were rising, and then realized that was likely the purpose of making the space tiny. Before entering, she he had seen the mother and daughter being brought in by their handler, and she saw they were lean, well-groomed Hispanics.
The mother was young, no more than a year older than her, if that, and her little daughter appeared to be Lea’s age. The mother and her daughter, although looking distressed, looked very attractive. This was common to all females who were brought here to entertain the gamblers.
Both of the other pair of females looked like they were more fit than she and Lea, but that was probably just because they were strangers. This was an international organization, where everyone was a stranger. This was a good thing, because she was sure she would die if she would be required to fight someone she knew.
They had all come into the prep room naked, and to begin, the handler fitted them both with incredibly sexy and perfectly fitting and outrageous spike heeled shoes. Hers were a full 6 inches high. She only owned one pair that high that she had bought on a whim.
Leanne seldom wore her extreme spikes, because they were very difficult to walk in without looking like a naked female clown on stilts. It was important to her that she always appeared to be in control. She would only wear these extra high heels to events where she would be doing more standing and sitting than walking.
Lea’s spikes were just over three and a half inches, but for a seven-year-old, they were proportionally the same as her mother’s. They both looked incredible in them. These extreme spikes were not easy to walk in with confidence, but with a little practice they got used to them.
They were well-designed, skillfully built, and the naked children got used to wearing and walking in the perfectly fitted shoes quickly. How did they expect to look sexy if they teetered on the extreme shoes? This was all about the naked little girls looking so good that men’s cocks would rise quickly and remain rigid.
A full-length mirror allowed them to see themselves in their full and highly sexual glory. To stand in these extreme shoes they had to keep their legs straight, almost hyper-extending their knees, which caused their muscles to be much better defined.
Standing properly in them caused both the mothers’ and daughters’ buttocks to stand out as if flexed, and to make the women’s large breasts to stand at attention. Earlier in the day they had both had their hair and nails done, and had long exaggerated eyelashes and makeup added.
They both looked stunning. As soon as the cosmeticians’ skillful work had been completed, Miss Jeannie Collins, the psychologist cunt went to work and pumped them, working them into the mood to do their first ring kill as they were required to do, as human property owned by their demanding audience of gamblers.
Like most females who would fight nude at Lami Pi’s retreat resort, none had ever killed or even thought of killing another person, and they knew their target would be a person who’s sole aim was to kill them. It was all about survival, and they planned to survive.
This was serious business, and they were in far past the point of backing out. Leanne now fully understood that the primary purpose of this Lami Pi Productions island retreat was to provide kill sports, violent ring kills for gamblers, all of them involving little girls turned into naked death fighters.
As it turned out, sometimes their moms would be involved too. She had learned and understood nothing short of a kill could end a fight. Witnessing a ring death was the constant expectation of the gamblers, who had come all this way to gamble on these highly illegal sports.
Leanne was convinced by the psychologist that as family fighters, it was up to her and Lea to produce a gruesome kill. Being owned by and therefor being the property of their audience, they had no other choice. They had reached the big time, and were now committed to become killers.
To both of them this was the kind of action they craved, all of it outrageously sexy, very exciting and deadly risky. It was all about exceptional, extreme violence, and that was what excited them both. Both mother and daughter had quickly moved from fans to become killers.
Two days prior, as an essential part of their highly managed mental conditioning, they were given knives and put into a ring nude in front of a couple of dozen curious observers, and then an unarmed naked woman, a common looking mature unattractive single mother with straggly hair, a small pot belly and small tits was put into the ring with them.
She was totally surplus, a bitch cunt in her thirties who had unwillingly contributed three pretty young daughters to the Lami Pi stable of fighting girls. The woman had no other value to them other than as a trainer for attractive fighters, and as such she was completely disposable.
This unattractive older cunt had been put into the ring naked, as they were, for them just so they could complete a practice kill. It didn’t matter to their trainer how they did it, or how long it took them to achieve that objective. It was just important that they both complete a kill.
Through this training they would learn they could survive it, and begin to develop a taste for it. They chose to do it quickly, to get it out of the way. Leanne braced herself, and when she made her first stab at the defenseless woman with her knife, Lea willingly followed her mother’s lead.
When the screaming woman had been stabbed in the belly several times she dropped to her knees, so that Lea could reach her small breasts, which the excited child stabbed repeatedly, while her mother stabbed her sides, striking her kidneys, until at last the cunt collapsed, dead.
Lea and Leanne threw their arms in the air and shrieked in celebration. They had been successful in doing a real kill of another person! And then both violently vomited. That was also part of their training, and it was good to have that part out of their system.
It was a perfectly normal response, but one that did not belong in the fight ring following a successful kill. Being violently ill was a sign of weakness, and a woman or girl who had just killed another should look strong. Watching shocked naked winners puking their guts out might ruin things for some of the gamblers.
They had done it, really killed someone, even though it was just a useless unarmed cunt, but what was important was that they had done it together. Several of the men watching had pulled their penises from their pants, pumped them with their fists with each brutal belly stab, and as the woman dropped to the floor, slain, all of them ejaculated.
Lea was excited to see that she had a significant part in those guys cumming. It made her feel potent as a useful cunt, just by watching her performing naked in doing a kill they ejaculated, producing that familiar aroma of fresh warm semen Leanne and Lea both had come to like. They had made the men cum.
Now things were quite different. This evening they were going into the ring naked as mother and daughter with a full highly attentive audience packing the casino, and if for this fight they were to be armed, likely with knives, their mother-daughter competition was to be as well.
This was the real fucking deal, and a kill of both the young Latina mother and her daughter would be expected before they would be finished. They had to comply, because as Ms. Helen had said, once they were naked in the ring, their audience, who expected a kill, owned them.
They would wear only their extreme spike-heeled shoes, their collars and extravagant makeup with long exaggerated curled lashes, making a full display of their nude bodies, wearing the spike heels that embellished their shapely legs and their stark gorgeous nakedness, something that was extremely exciting and stimulating for them both.
Leanne’s handler told her to stand still, and clamped a thick steel collar around her neck with a handle on the back, which he continued to hold as a very effective way to control her movement. This enforced the notion that she had no free will, but was at the disposal of her owner.
As an additional costume piece, a four-inch plastic post the thickness of a broom handle with the ends rounded was thrust into both Leanne’s asshole and Lea’s little rectum. Attached to it was long horsehair, effectively giving the woman and her naked child a tail.
Lea was told to hold her mother’s hand, and they were moved into the main casino, where a spotlight followed them as they were taken, striding proudly in their spike heels, tails wagging provocatively, into the ring. Leas was pleased to see that as they walked their tails sticking out of their bums wagged in rhythm with their sexy buttocks.
Behind them was the other mother daughter couple, being readied to also climb into the ring once they were in. Lea saw with satisfaction that the other pair were also equipped with impudent horsehair tails. She saw the child’s bum tail was also wagging, as sexy as anything.
They climbed up onto the elevated platform’s canvas top, bent over to go through the ropes into the ring, flashing their cunts at the audience, and were taken to a corner. The ring’s MC climbed through the ropes behind them. He was wearing tails and a top hat, but no pants, just short-cut black boots.
His upward-curving erect circumcised penis was bobbing on full display above his full swinging scrotum, with the gleam of pre-ejaculation fluid flashing on the extraordinary organ’s broad tip, and as he spurted a few jets of semen, was in every respect impressive, a proud cock.
“Ladies and gentlemen,” he said in full voice into the cordless microphone, pumping his firm penis with his other hand, “we are here to witness an exciting new fight event for Lami Pi Productions. Welcome to enjoy the first-ever mother-daughter battle in our main ring!
“As you are aware, Lami Pi, the leader in the enjoyment of little girls naked fighting in our ring, strives to always bring new and innovative ways for you to enjoy our exciting minor sports, and the addition of their naked young mothers to join them in the ring is our very latest origination.
“Two vivacious young cunts, both nineteen-year-old single mothers, who became impregnated at the tender age of eleven, to ensure that when their little daughters were old enough to participate, they too would still be teens and be sexually stimulating and enticing to you.
“Don’t these teen mothers and their little daughters, all set out as human horses with tails, look amazing?” The audience responded with enthusiasm in the affirmative.
“They and their daughters, recently turned eight-years-old, are about to engage in a violent terminal battle for your sexual entertainment! You will soon have fresh bitch-blood splash from both nineteen and seven-year-old naked cunts, and as well some female guts and gore, to decorate our ring’s already blood-stained canvas!
“First, meet the gorgeous nineteen-year-old Leanne and her beautiful eight-year-old daughter Lea!” The audience gave the two naked females extensive applause. Leanne and Lea moved around the ring, their horsehair tails wagging between their buttocks, Leanne’s handler closely following her, their legs slightly spread and knees bent.
They also moved with their pelvises rotated forward as they had been instructed and practiced, to properly present to the audience their most admired sexual assets. This was a ring that featured cunts, and these two presented a pair of great naked examples of the female sex organ.
As they performed their preliminary presentation, the other mother and daughter were brought into the ring, and the MC introduced them. “And now meet the competition. Here’s the ravishing nineteen-year-old Maria and her beautiful young daughter seven-year-old Rita; a pair of gorgeous and fit Puerto Rican olive skinned Hispanic human horses.”
Having seen what Leanne and Lea were doing to present themselves, the Hispanic pair also paraded around the ring as they had practiced doing, tails wagging erotically, while the two mothers’ handlers kept a tight hold on the handles on their collars. It would never do for the adult cunts to get it on before the official start of their lethal cunt fight.
“For your gambling pleasure, these highly attractive cunts and cuntlets will engage in a new event we’re introducing, unique to Lami Pi Productions! These extraordinary beauties will participate in a comprehensive exciting mother-daughter battle to the death.
Feel free to come up to inspect these young ladies and their little girls, all stark naked for your enjoyment, while we complete the preparation of the ladies. You might want to inspect with your fingers the depth of their cunts, the tender grip of their rectums, and feel the lining of vaginas and their assholes!”
The handlers each produced a pair of cuffs. Pulling the ladies’ arms severely back behind them, they clamped one cuff to the forearm just above the elbow, and then repeated that with the other arm. This required pulling the elbows so close they touched together, thrusting their breasts and shoulder blades, with more than a little discomfort for the two naked arm-bound ladies.
The MC explained to the audience.
“We thought the mothers have too much reach to compete fairly with the little ones, and also thought you might enjoy not only the discomfort of this arrangement, but would notice it produces a beautiful outward thrust of both their bare buttocks and also their large breasts, which I think you will appreciate as much as I do. Cunts, tits and ass, tails, it’s all here!”
He pumped so hard on his penis that once more it spurted some early cum. Leanne was startled at this severe restraint of her arms, and wondered how she was to fight with her hands flapping at her sides. At least the other adult cunt in this fight was bound the same way.
The only weapons she had were her feet in these amazing spike heels, with their very slender long spike heels and an impressive kicking surface on the toes. She determined she would use them to good effect. She took little comfort in the fact that the Latino cunt was similarly constrained and armed.
“Stand well back from the ladies and their little girls, as they are all fully stoked with uppers and speed, and all of them are ready to kill for your enjoyment! Once we start it, their fight will continue without pause, uninterrupted until the required kills are completed.
“As you know, it is firm policy that no fight be ended prior to a verified kill! At least one mother and one daughter are going to die for your pleasure before this match is completed. Don’t forget as you place your wagers that at least two of these lovely healthy and fit creatures, large or small, are about to die for your gambling pleasure!”
He had worked too hard on masturbating with the description he gave, and now he began to ejaculate, spurting gobs of his cum into the air, so that his steaming sticky cream splashed down onto the crusty surface of the heavily blood, urine and excrement stained canvas.
As the competitors watched from the ring and were being assessed by the gamblers, half a dozen beautiful naked ten and eleven-year-old girls in spike heels, wearing a tight red string belt they could tuck large denomination bills over and red collars moved around the great room.
They were taking and recording bets from the gamblers. They moved quickly, having the gamblers tuck bills into their damp vaginas. Each of the naked girls had a little slate dangling in front from her collar on which she recorded the bets with chalk.
The fighters waiting impatiently in the ring could see there was serious money being wagered on their event, which the gamblers tucked into the naked girls’ moist cunts. Minimum bet was one hundred dollars, and much larger bets were being placed. The one thousand dollar bills were added to a tight roll.
These rolls were carefully inserted into the pre-teen girls’ cute little hairless cunnies. Leanne was impressed that the gamblers were so confident in placing their wagers. How did they know on which of them to place their bets? What did these gamblers know that she didn’t?
Leanne knew when she came into the ring only that a kill was required, but now had heard as the audience of gamblers did that with this new event there was to be more than one death to end the fight. It sounded as if they were going to have to kill both the mother Maria and her daughter Rita!
Their opponents, also in highly erotic spike heel shoes and otherwise naked, other than their bum-anchored erotically wagging horsehair tails, had the objective to kill them before being killed. Leanne was getting the hang of how this worked, and she was not in the least impressed.
She was young, and had not thought through all of the possible implications of what she had so easily become addicted to. Watching nude and highly stoked girls fight to the death on television was exciting, but it was quite something else to be a female fighter in the ring. She realized now she had too quickly switched from fan to fighter.
Leanne felt like she was going to vomit, but she had learned the value of deep breathing, which got her past that. This was the real thing, on this remote island where there was no rule of law, only unrestrained debauchery. Here there was no crime in killing, as there was in the alleys where the killing videos she and Lea had watched had been produced.
On this secluded private tropical island nothing was too much, everything was all right, including nude women and little girls killing each other for sport. That was the whole point to the Lami Pi retreat, and what brought the gamblers to enjoy the extremely violent action. Nothing was ever out of bounds here, and the stakes were always very high.
That very condition was what had attracted Leanne and Lea to come to this island, and now that they were actually in the ring with their opponents, the reality of what they were about to do was sinking in. That Latina cunt and cuntlet were going to die, at their hands.
The good-looking pair of sexy Latina cunts was now nothing but dead meat, in the eyes of the single white mother and her enthusiastic daughter. They had seen enough losers to know that this pair was about to die, and were excited to know they were going to be the ones to kill them.
As soon as they had seen them for the first time in the prep room they determined the two others were nothing but Hispanic shit, and they repeatedly told each other so. Their language was harsh and grossly obscene, as it always was when they talked about naked fighters.
The use of foul language was a recommended part of the intense mental preparation Miss Jeannie Collins had told them was necessary to get themselves properly stoked for the sport to go forward, to be driven by the ladies in the ring. That was now them.
Leanne and Lea had earned their way into the big league now, where a life of ongoing extreme risk was everything. It was as much about attitude as it was about skill. As long as they could hate their opponents they had a better chance to excel, and this was all about excellence in killing.
She and her daughter Lea were about to do a ring kill, to bring to an end a pair of meaningless, unimportant although pretty, useless female lives, a Latina cunt and her sexy little cuntlet, and would do it willingly and eagerly, for the amusement and sexual stimulation of the male and female gamblers.
Chapter 57 – First the Girls
The handlers held Leanne and Maria’s collars in opposite corners of the ring. Their little girls, standing naked in their spike heels with their long horsehair tails sticking out from between their tight round buttocks, clung anxiously to their mothers’ hands.
Because of the nature of the events it was designed to host, the ring was particularly small, only ten feet across. The canvas was sixteen feet across, leaving a three-foot apron around the edge for the handlers and the MC to keep out of the way of the intense action about to unfold.
There was no referee in this special ring sport, as there were no rules for a referee to enforce. The MC kept a long coiled horsewhip handy in case a fighter required some form of encouragement. That was rare, because the ladies and girls here would always have the best in motivation: they would be fighting for their lives.
The risk of being violently killed for sport in the ring at the Lami Pi Productions retreat proved to be sufficient incentive for most of the female participants, regardless of age, to become highly aggressive. That and the speed in their system that produced aggressive bahavour.
For laggards, the sting of the whip on bare flesh was always a compelling inducement to re-join the action, and although seldom required, the MC’s whip was always handy, and highly effective whenever he found it necessary to use it. He was highly practiced at stinging the meat of a naked woman’s cunt or ass with its snapping tip.
“Girls first,” the MC said, “We’re anxious to see what these two delightful little girls can do to each other, like totally demolish the other dirty little cuntlet! Let’s get at it, kids! You know what you have to do! Really give it to the other fucking little girl! Regardless of how, you’ve got to go for a kill of the other little bitch!”
The naked young bet takers in their spike heels and collars hurried off the floor to register the bets they had taken. These young girls were as excited as the gamblers, having witnessed many naked women and girls engaged in lethal fights, and would have a terrific view of the action in the death ring.
“I need you two to really do it to each other,” the MC continued, “As you well know, tonight one of you lives, the other one dies! As you’ve been made aware, there are no rules, and no holds barred! Punch, scratch, pull hair, kick, and do as much damage to your opponent as you like! Faces, bellies, cuntlets, rectums, everything is game! Pissing and shitting from fear and horror are perfectly acceptable. We want to see just how fucking nasty you two pretty little girls can be to each other!”
Their mothers released their hands, the handlers still firmly holding the ladies’ metal clamped neck collars to keep them under control, and the naked little girls in their spike heels and obscenely wagging bum tails promptly moved into the center of the ring.
The two nude seven-year-olds faced each other, braced for action while evaluating their chances and anxiously looking for any weaknesses in their opponent. After just seconds to assess the situation, little Rita, desperate to get things going and finished with, took the initiative.
She swung a small fist at Lea’s head. Lea saw it telegraphed and easily dodged the punch. She then startled her Latina opponent by doing the unexpected, when she gave her a sudden hard bump to her bare little cuntlet with an abruptly thrust knee.
The Puerto Rican child moved back in shock, but not back far enough to avoid a rapid second blow to her naked cuntlet, this one with Lea’s other foot. The perfectly fitting little spike-heeled shoes they wore not only made them look highly sexual, but also proved to be effective kicking weapons.
Lea had practiced the damaging kicks she had seen successful fighters using on the illegal channels she and her mother watched, and was surprised at how effectively she could do damage to the Latina girl’s bare cuntlet with both her knee and the new footwear she had been provided.
It was the first time she had ever kicked another girl in the cunt. She had seen in many times on late night television via the dark net, and had seen how well it worked, particularly when done with a high heeled shoe. It was a terrifically effective thing to do. This was outstanding!
The white child had absorbed and learned well from what she had seen in nude female fights on the dark net with her mother, learning particularly from skilled and experience naked Latina fighters, and she was prepared with a series of moves learned from watching a series of different fighters, always just the winners. What these moves had in common was that they worked.
While Rita was reacting to the pain in her groin, Lea swung a roundhouse punch low on her cheek, and struck Rita with enough force that even with her small fist she broke the child’s jaw. That was amazing! Rita sank to her knees, and would never regain her feet. Lea pounced on her, straddling her hips, her action-moistened cuntlet spreading as it was pressed firmly into the Latina girl’s lower belly.
In this controlling position she began hammering the naked child’s ribs along her sides with enough force she was able to crack several of them. Then she got back up to her to feet, and kicked hard at the little Latina’s sides as hard as she could, her shoes causing compound fractures, exposing the ragged ends of some of her opponent’s broken ribs.
Rita’s nude mother Maria went ballistic, struggling frantically to get free in order to protect her daughter. The experienced handler let her put on an amazingly physical show for the audience, leaping and twisting, which wagged her tail, in a desperate effort to get free while being totally restrained by her collar, preventing her from intervening in her daughter’s losing cause.
The MC saw little Rita was nearly finished, and brought out a small broadsword with an eighteen-inch blade. It was very much like the Cunt-Probe blade Lea had seen the Chinese girl Li Chink use on the dark net program, but longer. He threw it into the air so that it came down, point first, and the tip stuck in wooden ring floor below the canvas.
Lea knew exactly what the small sword was for. As she grasped the handle to pull it free she saw that it was beautifully engraved in script with the word ‘Motherfucker’ along its length. It was just like the sword she and her mother had seen the Oriental girl Li Chink use.
The chink kid had put it to work in the cunt of Miss Marilyn Van der Kleet to such good effect in that special late night program, giving her a Royal sword fuck, using the weapon with the word “Cunt-Probe” engraved on either side of the bright steel blade.
Lea knew immediately what was expected of her. She was going to have to repeat the thrust she had so enjoyed watching being given to that German woman by the chink kid. She was going to get to do an amazing thrust up this little Latina bitch’s ready and well-presented cunt.
Rita was on her back, her hips raised, her legs spread and her knees bent, taking her weight on her shoulders and her radically arched feet in her spike heels. Her knees were wide enough spread that she presented her very pretty and fear-opening cunt to the audience, and at the same time to the sword in Lea’s hands.
Lea had a sudden inspiration. She put the sword down and reaching between Rita’s spread legs, grasped her horsehair tail and jerked the plug out of the girl’s rectum. It was muddy with the child’s warm crap, as she had hoped, as the Latina girl had not had a bowel movement before coming into the ring for a battle she should have known might make her shit.
Holding the hair of the extracted tail, Lea swung it, the plug on the end acting as a weight, and brought the filthy crap-smeared thing down hard, smacking it into the screaming face of her opponent. She raised it high several times and struck it again and again into the child’s face, causing further damage to her nose and cheeks, and coating Rita’s face with liberal smears of her own offal.
Jackson Avery sat with his wife and friends in the special booth specially placed above the ring, providing he and his guests an exceptionally good view. Being prepared for action, he was wearing only socks and a starched white shirt. He was sitting on the edge of his seat, and as he watched the naked little girls fighting he firmly stroked his rigid erection.
Without concern for regeneration, he brought his pulsing organ to the point of ejaculation, and then freely spurted his cum onto the window in front of him. He had consumed the special drug that enabled his testicles to promptly produce more semen, and knew he’d be ready to cum again when the kiddie kill occurred.
Rita was in such distress at the beating she was taking, and at the sight of the short lethal-looking broadsword Lea had again taken hold of, knowing what was coming, that she sent up an arch of amber urine. This was not an intentional release but a reflexive action. She knew instinctively that blade was about to be thrust up inside her.
Lea was ready to do what she had been so well prepared for, and what was expected of her. Leanne’s daughter shivered with eager anticipation as she tucked the tip of the sword into the delicate fold of Rita’s cuntlet.
“She’s nothing but a piece of shit, a fucking spic, right, Mommy?”
And then with all her might heaved on the cuntlet-splitting weapon, driving it in deep through the child’s fuck-shaft and on into her immature uterus. Rita screamed a piercingly shrill scream at the top of her lungs, letting everyone know she knew she was the victim in this inhuman enterprise.
The audience cheered as Lea gave a second powerful heave on the large handle, and drove the blade home, so that the guard pressed hard against the Latina child’s spread cunt-lips. Rita’s tail-free buttocks dropped to the canvas, and now she writhed and heaved erotically as the blade did its highly destructive and irreparable work deep inside her.
Lea stood back to watch as the naked young girl she had so badly damaged slowly completed her short life, writhing in anguish on the blood-stained canvas mat and squealing her agony for the entertainment of the masturbating gamblers, the sword handle sticking out of her split blood-leaking cuntlet like an obscene penis.
It took several minutes for the little Hispanic girl to give up her destructive struggle for life, but at last she collapsed and lay motionless on the canvas. Lea, her tail flopping wildly, grabbed the handle of the sword and with several heaves was able to pull the weapon free of Rita’s gripping cuntlet.
She stood, held the small bloody broadsword sword high over her head and screamed in joy at her total triumph over Rita. She had not sustained a single punch or kick in the quickly completed fight against the Latina child. She now knew she was a real champion.
She turned in a slow circle to face in all directions to declare to the appreciative audience her victory over the pretty nude Puerto Rican girl now lying dead on the canvas. Totally aware of the public nature of the event and her participation as a sexual being, she thrust her buttocks back as she turned, providing a handsome view of her tail-stuffed rectum and cuntlet to the fans.
Lia was now officially a real killer! She had accomplished what she had watched so many other nude fighters do, and felt a rush of pride. She had watched on video with envy grown up bare naked ladies fighting and killing each other, knowing how exciting it would be to take another person’s life, and now the firey little girl had done it.
When she completed her circuit, the handler suddenly released Maria, who lunged toward Lea, determined to kill her. At the same instant the other handler released Leanne to defend her daughter from the crazed Puerto Rican woman who was intent on revenge for the violent killing of her child.
Now there were three naked females in spike heels in the ring going after each other, none of them any longer restrained, the smallest of them armed with a lethal weapon. The audience was getting its money’s worth, and enjoying every minute of the outrageous action in the ring.
The enraged Maria dove at Lea to tackle her, but in her rage started her leap too early, and the child was able to easily step aside. Maria lost her footing and fell, rolled onto her back to kick at Lea, but a swing of the child’s sharp sword cut a deep gash in her inner thigh. This was not going well for the Hispanic, her raging passion getting the better of her.
Leanne stomped her spike-heeled shoe down hard on Maria’s neck, and when she put all of her weight on that leg, the heel dug into Maria’s throat between the gullet and the carotid artery. In this position Maria was effectively pinned to the mat, the remainder of her lithe body free to kick, twist and struggle for freedom from the pinning foot.
The horror of her situation caused Maria to panic, and to piss a stream of amber liquid in an arch onto the mat. She kicked up desperately, the tail in her anus swinging up, but she was unable to reach either of the nude white females with her flailing legs.
Not only that, but with every move she was causing further damage to her heel-pierced neck! Her situation had just gone from serious to seriously desperate. She raised her hips, putting her weight on her shoulders and her arched feet in her spike heels, in an attempt to escape Leanne’s downward pressure on her neck.
That strained move presented her gaping cunt and tail-stuffed rectum to not only the audience, but also to Lea’s ready sword. Without hesitation the child drove her weapon into the offered vagina, thrusting it so hard in went in three-quarters of its length.
The wide double-edged, mother-fucker blade slit the young woman’s clit in two, and easily sliced through the meat between her vagina and rectum. With two more heavy lunges Lea drove the mother-fucker sword home into the groin of the perfectly pinned young Hispanic mother Maria.
The naked bitch was perfectly fucked by the other young woman’s child, without the need for a raging cum-spurting cock. The lethal sword thrust deep into her cunt took good care of her. Blood was dripping from her cunt, coming from deep inside her where the blade was seated in her gonads and invaded viscera.
Leanne removed her foot from the down Puerto Rican cunt’s neck, and she and her daughter gave each other a high five. They had won! They had affected a second consecutive kill in the same raging cunt-fight! The exciting ordeal was over for them, and they were the clear victors.
Her daughter had done it all, Leanne hadn’t had to lift a finger. Little Lea had successfully completed what they had so desperately wanted to do! Two cunts down, mother and daughter, a perfect score!
Their feeling of high elation at their success lasted only few moments, however, when the MC raised his microphone and announced to the shouting audience.
“Ding, Dong, the Bitch is Dead!” the MC said, “With two preliminary kills completed, I hope you are now ready to enjoy the extreme action you came to see. In just a few minutes we’ll precede with the spectacular and innovative Mother-Daughter Fight to the Death, featuring the indomitable nineteen-year-old Leanne and her tough little seven-year-old cunt daughter with the mother-fucker sword, Lea! I hope you’re all ready for the big finale!”
Chapter 58 – Leanne vs Lea
Both mother and daughter were understandably shocked at what they heard. This whole thing was turning out to be a fucking setup! Those Puerto Rican cunts they had defeated were nothing but fucking stooges, had no special skills and were intended to die at their hands.
As it turned out, killing the two Latinas was just a preliminary to their fight. Those kills were nothing but a warm-up for the big main event, a battle that was yet to come.
This was just one more in a succession of monstrous sexual violence events, usually between innocent children, but this time featuring mother and daughter Leanne and Lea, to see which one killed the other! The way this was unfolding was both shocking and putrid.
This whole fucking thing stunk to high Heaven! Leanne’s handler passed her a small hunting knife, with only a three-inch blade. This was intended for her to carve and stab the tender meat of her daughter, with her elbows bound tightly together behind her back.
In this impossible position, she would be required to render her naked child into a bloody carcass, before her little girl was able to do the same to her with that outrageous twenty-inch mother-fucker sword. From Leanne’s point of view, her seven-year-old daughter Lea had a definite advantage in weaponry.
This whole thing had progressed rapidly from being very serious to totally detestable, and fucking impossible. This was definitely not what Leanne had signed herself and her feisty daughter up for. Now there was no escape. Once they had gone into the ring, they were, buy the code of this infamous business, completely owned by the audience, who required further killing. The raw tangible sexual excitement rose exponentially for both of them, advancing from fucking crazy to fucking insane.
They were now trapped in the ring of death, where bloody, preposterously passionate killing was the norm, where two tanned naked carcasses of the Puerto Rican cunts Lea had killed lay in their own blood, in a ring from which only one of them would be permitted to leave alive.
They had knowingly bought into the rare and illegal sport of naked female fights, and now understood the depth of how far these things could, on this private island Lami Pi Productions secret retreat, be permitted to go. The gamblers came to see naked women and girls killing each other, and would accept nothing less as the outcome.
The naked white mother and daughter pair with their butt-mounted horsehair tails responded to the thrillingly intense situation in the same fashion and in unison, bending their spread knees slightly and pissing on the bloodstained canvas. Just like that, they demonstrated the situation they found themselves in scared the piss out of them.
Now at least one of them was going to crumple onto the filthy surface of the mat, adding her own blood to the mix of blood, piss and gore that now covered its canvas surface. There was only one possible outcome: one of them, the young mother or her pretty and aggressive little daughter would die at the hands of the other.
They had come to this island willingly with their eyes wide open, eager to see how far things would go, not understanding there was absolutely no limit to the expectations of the wicked owner Jackson Avery and the insatiable wealthy gamblers who were his guests.
They had learned the hard way that the entertainment and gambling here was all about the extremely violent death sports. The wanton killing they saw on the dark net websites was thrilling to them, but to experience it live was something quite different. They had just learned the stark reality and highly personal nature of that fact.
Lea looked at the audience with a childish smirk, as if trying to think how she could get them on her side. She spread her legs, grasped the horsehair tail she’d been given and pulled the plug that held it in her colon out of her bum. The raunchy impudent child had everyone’s attention.
Reaching between her legs, she pushed her index and middle fingers into her rectum as deeply as she could, wiggled them around, and then pulling them slowly out, revealing they were streaked with her offal, slid the ends forward to her naked little cuntlet, and then rubbed them backward and forward through her moist vestibule, both cleaning them and collecting vaginal moisture.
Now she pulled them forward over her hairless pubic mound and on up over her bare tummy and chest, and then stuck both fingers, carrying moisture from her anus and cuntlet into her mouth. She stuck her tongue out so that everyone could see she had gathered some of her shit on her mouth, then she licked the moist brown product of her own digestive tract.
Her hand returned to her groin, and again the two fingers entered her rectum, and after wiggling them around she again withdrew them to slide them through her open cuntlet, and once more they entered her welcoming mouth where she again cleaned them.
The child knew the gamblers liked outrageous acts by dirty little bitches, and she was showing them that is exactly what she was. She was demonstrating she was aware she was in show business, and was giving them a filthy show they had never expected.
This was the kind of behavior these degenerate people should expect from a filthy little cuntlet like her. She picked up the tail and replaced the shit-smeared plug back in her rectum, knowing they wanted to see her wear it. It made her look extra sexy when she moved in the heels.
“Fuck me,” Lea said, as simply a figure of speech, not a demand or request, “this whole fucking thing is starting to get totally shitfaced gross, isn’t it Mommy. This whole cunt-fucking pain and blood and gore girl killing thing is now starting to totally mother-fucking grossing me out!”
“You watch your filthy tongue, young lady!” Leanne screamed at her, shaking as she realized how far this had come, and how far it was now expected to go.
Being owned by the audience meant that everything was now totally out of their control.
“Restrictions now in place!”
“Fuck you, Mommy,” Lea shouted back, “You can’t tell me what to do when we have to try to fucking kill each other! I’m in this fucking shitty fucking mess too, you fucking know! Just fucking remember, the cock-sucking mother-fucking audience fucking owns us, and we have to fucking do what they fucking need to fucking see us fucking do! Fucking right, mommy?”
“’You insolent fucking little bitch,” Leanne screamed at her, “You deserve to take a few fucking nicks and cuts to that sexy little body of yours! How would you like it if I fucking nicked that pretty little naked cuntlet of yours? That might fucking teach you to watch your fucking mouth!”
She realized in a new way just how sexy her daughter was. How had she never noticed this before? That little body of hers was perfect, and a real turn-on, particularly with those sexy heels and that outrageous tail.
“A few well-placed fucking slices in your tender meat might teach you some fucking respect for your mother!”
“I don’t even think you’re my mother-fucking mother, you filthy fucking cunt!” Lea yelled at her.
The audience had gone silent so that they could hear and enjoy all of this incredibly profane argument between the two nudes, mother and daughter, in the ring along with the bodies of the two little Lea had killed.
“I’m pretty sure you just adopted me to be your fucking fuck toy, you stupid shit-faced cunt! You remind me of Rita with her own shit all over her stupid fucking bloody face. You need to remember, I put it there! I’ll be you’re such a whore that you probably don’t even know who my mother-fucking daddy is do you, you stinking fucking cock-sucker!”
“You fucking little cunt,” Leanne screamed, trying to work up her hatred for her child so that, if need be, she could actually kill her.
She pointed at her own vagina, rotating her pelvis to better present it.
“You came popping right out of here! I was only twelve when you were born, and getting you out through here hurt me like a son-of-a-bitch!”
“That’s just a bunch of fucking mother-fucking bullshit and you know it, Mommy! I shouldn’t even call you that, because you don’t have any idea which prick you took in there that really seeded you and made you into a pregnant fucking bitch! You’re nothing but a fucking old scumbag whore, one who deserves to die, that’s what the fuck you are!”
“You insolent little cunt, I brought you into this world, and took care of you, keeping old mean guy away from you, so you could stay a fucking virgin! He wanted to fuck you more than he ever fucked me!”
Leanne hadn’t intended to say that, but was now out of control, and was shaking with rage.
“Give me that fucking sword right now!”
Lea said nothing, but instead swung her mother-fucker blade at the bulging underside of her naked mother’s big dangling breasts, cutting a neat blood-leaking slice in the tender fatty meat across the base of each of them. With that move and without a signal from the MC, the death fight everyone in the audience wanted to see had begun.
“Fucking hell, you filthy little cuntlet!” Leanne screamed at her, “I didn’t bring you up to do things like that to me! You’re nothing but a selfish little opportunist, and are nothing but a hateful little shit-faced cunt!”
She was doing whatever she could to make Lea extremely angry with her, because she knew that now they were in the death ring and her arms were so tightly bound, it was mandatory that her little girl kill her.
She had, deep in her subconscious, lusted for this moment ever since she discovered there was such sport for gamblers, and now it had arrived, not with a bang but instead with a fucking explosion. She had not planned for Lea to be the one she would face in her final moments, but here they were.
Leanne had not even intended on become a fighter herself, but now having progressed so rapidly to becoming a participant in violent death sports, she had no control over how the amazing Lami Pi Productions retreat did its business. She actually felt a great relief now that thing had come to this.
Her moment of hesitation earned her a second swing by the sharp blade as it again flashed across the base of her breasts, with more damaging results. Blood spurted from the gashes onto the canvas, some of it catching her legs and tummy. The sight of blood produced more violence from the excited little girl, and a third slash, again across the base of both breasts, produced even more blood.
“Fuck you, Mommy! You’re nothing but a fucking piss whore, and that’s all you’ve ever been your whole fucking life! When you were ten and eleven I’ll bet you let anyone who wanted fuck you, and did it for a dime a fuck! By the time you were eleven you were nothing but a nickel fuck, so twenty guys could sperm you for a buck! When you were eleven did you fuck the whole grade ten football team?”
The next swing of the sword was a bit higher, and bisected both of Leanne’s erect nipples, which spurted drops of blood with each heartbeat.
“I’ll bet you let so many schoolboys fuck you that you’ve got no idea who my daddy is, right? Is that right, you fucking cow?”
Lea turned the sword, and rammed the handle into the pit of Leanne’s stomach, knocking the wind out of her. The sword hit again, higher, and then again, bruising her diaphragm. That last blow was so strong that Leanne fell backward, landing hard on her ass.
As Rita and then Maria had done as they prepared to ride the sword, she then bucked her hips up as high as she could, putting her full weight on her shoulders and her spike heels. It was almost like a direct command. The invitation by body language from her mother was not ambiguous, and proved to be more than Lea could resist.
Without hesitation, her naked little daughter responded as everyone hoped she would, and with surprising speed and force, she drove the MotherFucker sword deep into her mother’s cunt. Everyone gasped, and then they cheered the cheeky little cunt’s action.
“You fucking whore, fuck this!” Lea screamed.
The sword, a full four inches longer than the one they had seen Li Chink use on the German woman on television, was thrust in so deep that Leanne’s cunt lips kissed the hilt. It’s tip was buried so deep inside her that it nicked one of her lungs.
Leanne was being deeply and irreparably fucked by the MotherFucker sword in her daughter’s little hands. The angst the child felt at killing her mother was reflected in her next actions. She was sobbing hysterically, and raised her little fists in victory.
The naked child held her arms high overhead while stomping her feet in the spike heeled shoe around the ring, Screaming at the top of her lungs, and when she came to them she kicked her shoes at the prone limp bodies of Rita and Maria as they lay in death on the canvas.
Leanne was thrashing face up on the canvas, with her butt-mounted tail lashing as she writhed with her blood leaked out around the sword handle in her cunt, streaking the canvas with yet more bitch-blood. The naked mother in her late teens was bleeding out fast.
Little Lea was so distressed that she squatted and shit on the canvas as she watched the erotically writhing nude body of her mother in her final excruciatingly painful movements. At last she fell motionless, and the cunt that had raised her was now dead meat.
Lea had killed three people since entering the ring. She was suddenly a mother-less bad-ass mini cunt killer. The owner of Lami Pi Productions, his wife Martha and his friend and associate Billy sat in the over-head VIP gondola with Ms. Helen. They were delighted that this took their outrageous shows to a new level.
They all smiled with the knowledge they had produced a new star, while collecting the little girl’s mother’s many millions. This Lami Pi Productions with its remote island retreat had proven to be a very satisfactory enterprise. Jackson was a very happy camper.
Their discussion was around how little Lea would fare in some kind of fight with another of the little girls being held at the resort, perhaps put her in the right in armed combat with the organization’s other little seven-year-old mother-killing star, Li Chink.
The cute little girl and that attractive young Chinese bitch in her late teens that she had so cold heartedly butchered here last week were not related, but the audience had been told the cunt she killed was her mother, and that’s all that mattered, as it made the brutal kill special.
The fight between these two very accomplished little cuntlets in a couple of weeks was bound to be “Spec-fucking-tacular,” as the MC said. He was by his very nature prone to excessive overstatement, but that would be difficult here. In show business everything was fair play, although nothing about this lethal business was about fair play.
Chapter 59 – Preparing for The Ending
Helen Avery, or Ms. Helen as she had become known on the island, had taken a liking to the two little girls who were to be featured in the “Fight of the month” on the next Saturday evening’s program. Lea and Chink Li were brought from the barns to her luxurious bedroom suite for a night of sexual entertainment.
She had selected a pair of voluptuous twenty-five-year-old women and trained them to be her personal guards. Their costume was spike heels, leather cuffs on their wrists and ankles and a matching collar, all with steel rings to use when she liked to see them bound and spread against a wall.
The only restraint she ever showed was in restraining a woman to better abuse her. It had been years since she had paid sexual attention to little girls, and then it had only been her young daughter, when in her youth she had entered the child in the organized nude kiddie fights.
She had trained her little girl to properly stroke an adult woman’s clitoris, her own, with her tongue. It had been such a pleasure, she couldn’t remember why she had not continued engaging in sexual trysts with naked little girls. With their cute puffy little quims, they could be so delightful.
She had demonstrated the technique by having her six-year-old daughter lick her clit, and had returned the favor, licking her little girl’s pretty little cuntlet. She did this to teach the child the pleasures of female-to-female sex. That would be for another time.
Sometimes she could not resist the temptation to sharply bite her daughter’s little cuntlet to get a squeal, but would then quickly back off, not wishing to discourage the child. It wasn’t fun unless you could inflict some pain, but she needed the child to grow in sexual pleasure, not be turned off by the down side of being her mother’s sex partner.
She also taught her the necessity of servicing a man with her vagina, with lessons that began early in her eleventh year until a few months later she was successfully inseminated by the two schoolboys she had hired to fuck her daughter twice a day, one in the morning and the other in the evening.
The different times were so that their semen would not be in conflict within the child’s womb. It was well known that sperm seeds when mixed would prevent one of them entering a girl’s egg, preventing pregnancy. This was why gang rapes seldom produced a pregnancy.
As she had hoped, the progeny her daughter dropped was a girl, produced at home with the help of a discrete midwife on her twelfth birthday. Her daughter was petite, and was in labor most of the day. When she finally got the infant moving down her fuck shaft, things proceeded more quickly.
Her grandchild had proved to be a scrapper, and when she turned five was introduced to the preliminary bouts at so-called afternoon tea parties. The granddaughter had a winning career, and when she graduated from the kiddie fights by turning nine, her mother wanted her to continue, and Helen made the arrangements.
Thirty-five-year-old Helen did something rash, but which she would never regret. She was lusting after a fur coat, and didn’t want her husband to know, so she made a deal with D-Ring, the casino that was always in the marked for fresh cunt, and she sold the twenty-one-year-old mother and nine-year-old daughter to die naked in the ring to entertain gamblers.
With that move they joined the disappeared, and she received in return enough to pay for the coat she craved with money to spare. Not wanting to miss the action, Helen attended the Casino to wager on her daughter’s fight against a seasoned one-armed killer. It proved to be no contest.
The physical handicap of the other girl, a sixteen-year-old veteran of the ring, made betting on her win a sure thing, and she won double what she had earned in the sale of the pair. The two naked female combatants in their spike heels threw punches that got the audience into it.
They began by striking each other’s breasts and faces, to produce blood noses, and then the one-armed girl got her stump of a forearm into her foe’s cunt, and gave her a powerful fist fuck minus the fist, the stump hammering into the screaming nude bitch’s uterus.
Helen’s daughter leaned forward to fight the incessant fist fuck, and the teen got her other arm around her neck, and with an abrupt unexpected twist, a patent winning move of hers, the neck was broken, leaving the head tilted at a weird angle as her imminent death approached.
The defeated girl fell to the mat, her body writhing out of control, and the victor stood an climbed onto her, driving her spike heels into her belly and breasts, puncturing them, until the girl sagged in death. Helen was always a winner, and was pleased to be rid of her leach of a daughter, who had still lived at home. In that same sale to D-Ring, the scrappy little brat of a granddaughter.
Her granddaughter’s event, because it featured minors, was not in D-Ring’s main Casino, but in an underground facility in an industrial district, which was regularly used for such fare. The nine-year-old’s event was unusual in that it was not a punching-wrestling kind of fight the child was used to.
Instead it was a shoot-out with specially manufactured child-sized revolvers, with naked little girls wearing only cowboy boots, a cowboy hat, a colored scarf around their neck and a broad leather belt with a holster to hold their revolver. They were otherwise brazenly naked.
It was a simple competition, the kind familiar to audiences who enjoyed watching the old western movies. It was to be an unvarnished bold gunfight, in the style of a face-to-face duel. The naked little girls faced off in a lethal quick draw competition against each other.
A pair of naked little girls would face each other twenty feet apart on a stage, waiting for the signal to draw their weapon. Between them was a red overhead light. This was a very basic and uncomplicated duel. When the light turned green the naked young girls were to draw and shoot at each other, with the intention to kill. That was all there was to it.
The pistols they were given contained six bullets, and the first shot was seldom a hit. They kept shooting until one of the nude little girls took a bullet to the body and dropped to the stage floor. Curiously they never attempted a headshot, which would be the most lethal.
Most takedown hits were to the lower belly. Their only defense was to shoot the other girl first. When the naked child hit the floor her opponent was permitted one more shot. Those second hits were usually to the torso or a limb, but were seldom a kill shot.
The downed girl would remain on the floor, writhing in agony as the next competition started. The victor was given a new gun, fully loaded, and faced another naked young opponent, who stood over the downed girl , who was usually still writhing on the floor.
There were ten girls entered in the competition. One new girl at a time would take on the winner of the previous round, and one by one the game little girls fell. Helen’s granddaughter was the sixth to come forward, and to the satisfaction of her powerful grandmother, the pretty naked little pussy was not the victor in her duel.
The girl she faced, a quivering little blonde beauty who had already survived a shoot-out, screamed as she cheated by drawing before the light changed. Helen’s granddaughter took a slug that ripped into her lower tummy, and she went down in incredible agony.
The single second shot permitted struck her in the shoulder, causing the naked child further distress. A fresh participant immediately replaced her. The obscene duals continued above her between naked little girls trying to outdraw each other, until at last there were nine girls down.
Those down were giving an incredibly sexy show as they struggled and writhed, their legs widespread, thrashing, bucking and twisting wildly in extreme agony in their prone dance, their little cuntlets pumping and gaping, while the only girl standing quivered in horror as she screamed her terror.
Helen was delighted to see how well her granddaughter flashed her open cuntlet as she gave her last naked lewd and obscene performance before an appreciative audience of gamblers, twisting and heaving her sexy bullet-punctured nakedness on the floor with eight others.
The last girl standing was given a new task. She had to walk around, delivering kill shots to the girls who had been hit. It sometimes took her 3 shots to finish their movements. Her gun had to be reloaded five times, each time giving a brief pause to the incredible violence.
The pretty redhead child was sobbing hysterically as one at a time she executed the fallen losers of the amazing D-Ring secret competition. Helen was a big winner in this contest. She had bet on the redhead only because of the color of her hair. Sometimes she could do nothing wrong.
Helen was so sexually moved when her granddaughter was finally killed, her naked body bucking beautifully as the large slugs tore into her naked torso, that she pissed in her chair. It was so sexually stimulating for her to watch naked little girls shooting each other with real guns and real bullets. The result was always so final.
There was no real inconvenience to her sudden unexpected incontinence, as she had fortunately worn no panties, and had raised her skirt to masturbate. She liked the feel of her own warm urine on her skin on the chair, and as it cooled it brought her gently down from her sexual high.
Now that she held a senior position at Lami Pi Productions she had free access to little girls from the stable, and always picked the best available. Her personal guards brought the children, who had not met, did not yet know they were scheduled to fight each other to the death.
Because they had not met they had not yet begun their hatred training. That highly effective program was to begin the next morning. Lea had a small advantage, because twice now she had seen the little chink cunt in action, and had an idea of her capabilities.
Ms. Helen warmly welcomed Lea and Chink Li when they arrived. Other than their collars the pair of pretty seven-year-old children were as naked as the women who had brought them. Helen admired their beauty, and assumed Chink Li had a Caucasian grandparent or two because her nose was not flat, but looked European.
In addition, her cheekbones were not as high as those of most Orientals. The young girls’ developing bodies were perfectly formed, with slender shapely limbs, delicate wrists and ankles, and beautifully curved torsos. In her mind they were both physically and sexually ideal children.
Helen knew that tonight she was going to have real fun. She also admired their attitude. Both girls were killers, Lea having so recently killed her own mother with that heinous sword called the MotherFucker, which had been appropriately driven up the beautiful bitch’s cunt and up through her gonads and viscera.
That had been an amazing show, inspired by Chink Li’s video killing of a woman in the same fashion. The videos of both lethal abominations had been posted on the Lami Pi Productions several pay sites, set at an unprecedented seven hundred dollars per view, non-recordable.
The outrageous videos had immediately gone viral. There was great anticipation of the match between the two little girls, although the date and style of competition had not yet been announced. It was one none of the Lami Pi fans would want to miss.
One thing was certain; at least one of these precocious little girls was going to die at the hand of the other. Both had shown they were merciless when it came to killing another human being, and it was clear neither would show any hesitation in the killing of the other.
Ms. Helen sat back, leaning on a pile of sumptuous pillows on her over-size bed, on top of a comforter far too thick for this tropical climate. The temperature outside had dropped to 85 degrees, but it was closer to 90 in her bedroom. She liked the heat, and the way it brought body moisture to the surface of the skin with the exertion of sexual play.
She invited the naked children to join her, and they lay on either side of her, so that she could put an arm around them and easily reach down to stroke their pert little cuntlets, which she quite eagerly did. The savvy little girls returned the favor, their little fingers rubbing her aroused and erect clitoris. To the experienced Ms. Helen this was child’s play, but you had to start somewhere.
Their hostess spread her thighs and instructed Lea to kneel between them, and to continue the stimulation of her clit with the delicate touch of her tongue. The child knew exactly what to do, as she and her mother had often pretended to be a pair of lesbian lovers at play, and she enjoyed getting a woman’s clit to rise and grow firm with her oral ministrations.
Ms. Helen then instructed Chink Li to kneel over her, straddle her head with her spread thighs. She grasped the child’s hips to control the position of Chink Li’s groin, and she began to give the Oriental child some mouth service the girl had never before experienced.
This woman was a pro, and knew exactly how to get the sex organ of a female of any age stimulated to the point of high interest, and with a female older than eight, to come to a fulfilling orgasm. She was ready for a rush of her own, and instructed Lea to lie down and push her hand up into her.
She was ready for some real action from the tough kind, and she knew exactly how to get it. She got little Lea to give her sex-craving cunt an arm and fist workout, and wanted it to be brutal, and so she commanded the child to pound her fist into her uterus as hard as possible.
Lea did as she was told, and Ms. Helen was surprised at how gratifying it was to receive a fist fuck from such a slender arm. Lea had learned how to do this with her Mom, and showed the woman gripping her arm with her cunt how effectively she could play this obscene sexual sport. She too was a pro.
Now that they were positioned, with Ms. Helen lying on her side with the upper leg up and bent, she instructed Chink Li to lie down beside Lea and to work at first fingers and then her hand into her anus. She would love a double fist fuck. The kid’s limbs were a bit smaller than Lea’s, and she was certain the small child’s hand was slight enough to get it in.
The Oriental was persistent and strong for her age, and Ms. Helen believed she should be able to succeed. She had not flushed her colon with an enema before the girls were brought over, but what the fuck, Chink Li was nothing but a fucking little chink.
The Oriental cuntlet was old and likely experience enough at seven, with the diabolical sex games adults liked to play with the kids, to be able to handle getting her arm messed up in the anal cavity where a woman’s shit logs form. She demanded the kid start, and could feel her getting into action.
The anal penetration was beautifully painful. The child got four fingers into the woman’s rectum, and with a struggle that ended with a firm thrust, got her thumb in through the grossly stretched anus as well. The child’s entire hand was soon seated deep in the horny woman’s colon.
She found the inside of the woman’s bum hole was warm and moist, and she was surprised that she had to share the space with a freshly formed stool. If felt like the woman who’s bum she was fisting had to take a shit. It was out of sight, but was certainly not out of mind.
With a series of heavy heaves, putting her entire weight behind them, Chink Li managed to get her arm in right to the elbow when she encountered the sharp bend in the woman’s large intestine. The little girls were having a ball double fisting the beautiful and sexy woman in charge.
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When the facility was built, Jackson had designed a full system for surveillance, with three hidden cameras in each room. He and Martha were watching with interest the proceedings in Helen’s bedroom from their bedroom. They were both naked. Martha was kneeling on the floor with her elbows on the bed in a position that allowed her to watch the television screens.
Jackson, also watching intently, was fucking her rectum, turned on by the sexual action in Helen’s suite.
“Helen has an amazing figure for a woman her age, or I’d say any age” he commented. “I’ve always thought that, but damn, she’s amazing. Look at the nude little girls working that magnificent cunt and asshole. She’s not only a wonderful fuck, but also puts on a terrific show, don’t you think?”
Martha responded, “She’s great at anything sexual, regardless of gender. I had never understood the pleasures a woman could give another woman in bed until I bedded down with her one night, and many nights since. Her imagination and ability to perform are boundless.”
“I agree,” Jackson said, “It’s such a waste for her to be working with these naked little beauties in such an incredible sex show in private. At least she thinks its private. I’m certain all of our voyeuristic gamblers would love to see them performing together. Let’s set it up. The kids are supposed to be in the ring Saturday and we could have her join them.”
“I think you’re talking about completing her career,” Martha said.
He couldn’t see her, but she was smiling. The idea was appealing to her.
“I would love to see the girls given the chance to kill her as they have so eloquently proven they can do with adult women. That would be so special. I’m sure they’d do it in a heartbeat, most particularly hers.”
Jackson was so turned on by what he was watching in Helen’s private session with the little girls that until this point he had to hold back, but now, with Martha’s response, her thinking in line with his, he lost it and came with massive jetting bursts deep into her appropriately flushed intestines.
He had been taking his special pills that stimulated his erection and greatly increased the production of his testicles. This was his third ejaculation into his wife’s colon since the surveillance of Helen’s degenerate sex orgy with the children had begun. He was filling his bitch with his cum.
Before the show was over he would move to her vagina and give Martha another load of his seemingly endless supply of semen. He had married a particularly agile woman, who could move from authoritarian boss to humbled sex slave in a flash, and she always proved to be a worthy fuck.
666
Martha had her skirt pulled up to her waist, exposing her bare buttocks, rectum and cunt as she leaned across Jackson’s large mahogany desk. He had called her into his office to take her to lunch along with his friend Billy, but when she appeared, on a whim he decided instead they would fuck her.
Her full breasts almost spilled out of her pink blouse as she leaned forward. They were pressed hard against the polished wood so that they swelled obscenely upward and out to the sides. Jackson’s wife had an amazing rack, and he took pride in his friends and clients observing them.
Billy slipped his erection out of his pants, spit on the flared head and inserted it into Martha’s beautifully presented cunt, driving his male weapon smoothly into her exposed vagina. She was in for as full a fuck as she’d ever had, and Billy was ready to produce.
He couldn’t believe how tight the middle-aged woman’s cunt was, given the amount of usage she gave her marvelous sex organ. He loved how well she gripped and squeezed the base of his stout penis with it. Martha was a keeper, as she always gave whoever mounted her an amazing fuck.
Her supervisory role had evolved with the explosive success of the retreat, as had the number of people who got the chance to intimately appreciate her sexual assets. Jackson had expanded his total control over her by frequently sharing her carnal lust with his key administrators.
He also made her sexual charms available to special guests, as a means to keep her subservient, or as a reward for their excellent performance, and he also allowed some of the junior managers to mount her, but only in his office, and with never more than half a dozen witnesses.
As his senior executive, Billy had full rights to her, except when Jackson or a guest was using her. What was denied him was the right to bruise, cut or burn her, which her husband claimed to reserve for himself, although it was clear from her frequent naked exposure that he did none of these to her.
She had found it was to her advantage to fully comply with Jackson’s wishes, and was enjoying the subservient role as much as her dominance over others. Her friend Helen had also happily allowed herself to be sexually dominated by her boss when she was at the retreat.
Recently her visits on business were more frequent, and she regularly enjoyed the huge sexual rewards her compliance brought. Helen regularly brought both male and female staff members to her suite to use as she pleased, and now was liberally dipping into the stock of children.
This was her way of expanding her taste for tender sexual meat, which she further tenderized. Jackson, Martha and Billy regularly watched her on monitors in what she believed were private performances. She would not be bothered to know she was being watched.
Helen had proved herself to be a remarkable manager, and had built the tea party game to the point where she had four top regional managers, and throughout the country thousands of young women, most of them in their teens and single mothers, fully hooked on the violent sport, producing and raising babies for her as fast as they could.
She had on contract doctors specializing in fertility in major centers who provided shots to ensure ninety-seven percent of the offspring would be female, and that twins or triplets were common, which was all she needed for the growing sport.
They would make contact with mothers in their early teens, and get them hooked on the kiddie fight sport as soon as their little daughter reached fighting age. They unknowingly became her breeding stock. The little girls they produced would enter training at five, begin to fight when they turned six, whether or not they were capable fighters, because the sport required losers as well as winners, and some girls took longer to catch on. It didn’t much matter, as the parties had a regular demand for naked little female girls.
When they turned eight, the girls were deemed to be capable of doing serious damage to their opponent, so with their mother’s encouragement, these more experienced girls advanced to fight in the new senior league. Helen had created this new level to accommodate those who wished to continue, or whose mothers needed them to.
They were now at an age where they had sufficient skill and strength to be able to inflict severe damage or possibly even kill their opponents. Helen had simply moved the sport to its logical conclusion. Excited young mothers screamed in uncontrolled passion or horror, both were good, as their naked daughters fought to the death.
These advanced fights were no longer held in homes, but were in special underground showrooms with a high-class ground-level restaurant as a cover. These dining facilities had several private rooms for parties, so it was impossible for anyone to judge how many people were enjoying a meal at any given time.
The mothers were so deeply committed to the sport by this time that they willingly entered their daughters into what could become death fights. It was always their eldest, with a string of younger girls who would fight at the tea parties. Men made up more that half the audience at the senior league fights, and the mothers of the girls were always present.
“Get the fuck up, you stupid fucking cunt!” the mother would shout as her daughter was on her back, straddled, getting her head pounded until she was unconscious, “I didn’t raise you and let you be in the kiddie fights just to become another fucking loser!”
Despite her tough presentation, the screaming mother knew full well what was coming, and was starting to orgasm by watching it come to its logical conclusion. These were serious fights, and it was never permitted that the naked eight- to eleven-year-old girls finish their violent fights having produced for the fans nothing more than a knockout.
The women and now men attending demanded to see much more extreme outcomes. Helen had dictated to the mothers of the young fighters these special seniors’ fights had to continue until one of the naked combatants was reduced to a vegetable state, or better still, was verified dead meat.
The ladies so instructed their young daughters, and that was how the fights went.
The mother of the other girl would scream … “Don’t fucking stop now or I’ll cut off your fucking allowance!”
She wanted the prize money if her daughter managed to produce a kill.
Even when one girl was unconscious, the girl on top would scream obscenities at her as she pounded her with her fists, and to make things more effective and stimulating for the audience, the nude girls often made to fight wearing a set of brass knuckles.
“Keep on hitting her, pound her fucking head until you kill the fucking little bitch!” the mother of the girl on top would shout, masturbating rapidly as she watched the intense action.
“Kill the stinking cunt and I’ll raise your fucking allowance an extra ten dollars a week! I need to see that stupid young cunt dead, and I need to see you fucking kill her!”
The naked girl would continue driving her fists into the side of the head of the downed unconscious cuntlet, hammering her temples out of passion and for insurance, often long after the nude body of her beaten opponent slumped in death, drive her fists into the dead girl’s tummy and cunt.
A kill would provide her mother an extra two thousand dollars, which was nothing compared to the more than seven million dollars the violent video would produce when viewed on the dark net website. Helen had produced a winning program, repeated weekly around the nation.
When a mother’s daughter was killed in the sport the young woman would vomit, but if the hooked bitch had a string of younger girls duking it out in the private tea parties, she was ready to enter another little girl into a fight to the death when the little cunt turned eight.
That was how it worked, and the sport was so deadly that none of the girls, always given another fight within six weeks, no matter how good they were or how many kills they had done, ever managed to live to their eleventh birthday. The disposal crematoriums were kept busy.
There was always fresh supply of eager eight-year-old cuntlets, graduates of the private home tea party fights, being entered by their greedy young mothers, and always more fans would show up to support the exciting deadly mayhem the young girls created in the small fight rings.
Helen had created a sustainable system that produced great revenue. She had also produced a system that was self-sustaining, with well trained and trustworthy managers to keep things on the rails and producing. Although she didn’t realize it, she had also been so effective she had worked her way out of a job.
She was now superfluous, and as such had become an unneeded expense to her owners, Lami Pi Productions. How to resolve that dilemma became the topic of discussion.
“Wouldn’t it be fun to stilt her,” Martha said as Billy pounded his cock into her cunt, with her husband Jackson observing the obscene action of his wife’s willing rape.
“We could put Helen in the ring and get the boss bitch to introduce the girls, naked, of course. We could then make her wear an incredible three-foot-high pair of platform spikes. My goodness, imagine the fun we’d have stilting the vivacious cunt! Wearing those, the gorgeous voluptuous bitch would become nearly nine feet tall, as she’d be standing up on her toes in them!”
Naked and stilted, Helen would be absolutely obscene. She’s my size, so I can get a pair made by our craftsmen on a rush order. I think it would also be a lot of fun to have her wear a horsehair tail on a plug up her bum too, one that wagged when she walked! We’d make the most of the bitch’s fucking femininity!
“If I get them started on the special shoes today Helen will have them early enough to practice wearing them. I had a pair made for myself when I saw a bitch wearing some in a fetish and smut magazine. After trying to get used to them for more than a week I gave up on trying and scrapped them. They take a lot of practice, but I’m sure Helen’s up to it.”
“Helen could pull it off,” Jackson said, “Because she’s far more athletic than I am. God, I’d have a massive orgasm watching the naked bitch walk in those, showing her fabulous cunt in public, while wagging a fucking tail!”
“With those amazing legs of hers,” Billy added, “And stilted in a pair of three-foot spikes she’d be fantastic.”
Martha moaned as she felt Billy increase his tempo as he approached orgasm.
“She’ll have to be buck naked, of course,” Martha continued, “If we’re going to get maximum impact with that voluptuous body of hers, but if she’s going to get it on with the little girls in the ring, she’ll have to be nude. We’ll have to have ringed cuffs on her wrists and ankles, and a collar, so she can be fully restrained when the time for that comes.”
Billy pulled out of her, and grabbing her hair, pulled her head over to his rigid erection. He promptly thrust his prick into her mouth and down her throat just in time to ejaculate directly into her stomach. She swallowed hard, needing to get his penis out of her throat before she suffocated.
When he was done, he used her hair again to move her back across the desk and again thrust his penis into her still-spread cunt, his penis remaining fully erect. Jackson was impressed that his friend was able to resume fucking his wife after such a massive ejaculation down her throat.
“I agree, at some point we’ll have to contain her ability to move,” Billy said, and Jackson, who was sitting behind the desk, concurred.
“Let’s get word out right away so we can be sure to sell out, making it a special show, which it sure as fuck will be. I suggest we schedule extra flights from Atlanta and LA for an overflow crowd just for that event. It will be a real fucking winner! I’ve just got hold of a database of D-Ring customers, ranked by their interests. They’ve got tons of fans of sports featuring violence to naked little girls, all of them are good to enjoy watching a nude kid being killed.
“We can set up bleachers behind the regular seating to handle the two hundred extras. We can feed them in the dining room by doing shifts, but don’t have accommodation for them on the island, so we’ll make it a special price, and fly all the additional fans back home right after the event, on a red-eye.”
“You two keep changing the subject,” Martha said as Billy kept pumping into her, doggy style, the regeneration drugs he took doing their job on his endurance.
“I’m talking about how we’ll treat Helen. At some point we’ll have to string her up for the naked kids to work on her, to seriously hurt her as little girls can do so well. Then it would be so much fun to have them finish the bitch before their fight. Killing her would be so special! I know the audience would love it! In that regard, I’ve got an idea for a special rig that will allow her to be stretched both vertical and horizontal, and then be placed both face up and face down.”
“Sorry about the diversion,” Jackson apologized, “Tell us about what you have in mind for her.”
“Imagine a big upside down U,” she explained, “Made either with wood or pipe, with big eyebolts lining the inside to attach cuffs or chains, to spread her. There would be a bar along the bottom for her to stand on, and her wrist and ankle cuffs would be clipped to rings on the device.
“We could lay it down so her bum was on the floor, or flip it over so her big tits were squashed. When it was upright the kids could have at her with whips, causing her to dance an erotic dance with the pain. Her cunt would be fully exposed, as would be her ass and tits, and stretched out, she’d be unable to defend herself with her arms. The fucking bitch would scream beautifully!”
“That sounds terrific,” Jackson said, “I think before she gets clipped onto the device we should get her out of the stilt shoes into normal spikes, so the kids could not only whip, but also punch her belly and cunt to soften her up for the more serious work on her.”
“That would allow her to raise her butt when she’s face down,” Martha added, “Or even face up. Clipping Helen naked into a binding rig like I described opens up even more interesting possibilities.”
“The fans will go fucking nuts,” Billy said.
With that image in his mind, he groaned, thrust, and held his penis into her as deep as it would go, his urethra pressed tightly against her cervix, and then he suddenly jetted sperm directly into Martha’s inner gonads, flooding her uterus and filling his best friend’s wife’s ovaries with warm, virile semen.
He was certain she was past the age of conception and was unlikely to still producing eggs. With his massive ejaculation of cum he proved to her he was as good a fuck as she was, and as he shot his load into the inner-most depths of Jackson’s vivacious wife, lying across his desk facing him with her large breasts pressed to the point of bursting under the pressure, bulging in every direction, she had an uncontrolled massive orgasm, eloquently proving Billy’s point.
THE END OF CHAPTER 59