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Feature Writer: Regis
Feature Title: LADIES OF THE BLADE 3
Published: 09.08.2024
Story Codes: Erotic Horror
Synopsis: Sixteen wealthy businessmen, all clients of the unnamed (for obvious reasons) Count, are flown to his private island retreat where they are treated to a series of satisfying shows that feature the disassembly of gorgeous naked women. The flight is long, and the entertainment begins en route. Not for the squeamish.
Ladies Of The Blade 3
The entertainment we were about to enjoy had the potential to become deadly for one or more of the participants. We expected to see a great deal of blood flow in this bizarre competition. We would likely enjoy seeing the spilling of the blood of both the large and small female nudes.
All of the leather worn by the women and girls was dyed the same rich blood-red color. When the nude children stood up in the cruel butt-stirrups, causing distressed squeals from their mounts, we could see that not only were their little nails, lips and nipples painted bright red, but so were their revealed immature clitoral hoods and distended inner little vagina lips.
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In their excited state, the children stood more than sat, and with the stirrups so close together, they were forced to spread their knees wide whether seated or standing, and when on their feet they provided an excellent view of their beautifully prepared and exaggerated young genitals. The Count was a cunt man.
These nude miniature ladies had been well prepared for the visual presentation of their immature bodies and genitalia, probably over at least a few weeks, judging by the two-inch distention of their delicate private female meat, now standing firmly open and visible even from a distance.
They were likely to experience at the very least extensive if not lethal damage in the imminent exhibition with their whips and knives, each providing as much violent harm to the other as possible, and judging by the weapons with which they were armed, these young girls were probably procured and prepared for use in just such an event.
They appeared to be both nervous and excited, completely focused and ready for the action that was about to follow. We were quite interested to see how well and to what extent these pretty naked children would use their vicious weapons, and whether they were sufficiently trained and motivated to deal out lethal slashes and stabs with those knives in their belts.
Any harm to either of them would only come from the other, and both were provided with the capacity and weapons to complete a cruel kill. They likely also had the necessary training and resolve to complete the task. Both of the naked competitors and their armless nude mounts were at incredible risk.
The skittish mounts were squealing in pain as the excited little girls stood in their buttock-mounted stirrups, stirred to an emotional frenzy and ready to get it on with each other. The two naked children were ready and anxious to do battle, and it was clear they would not disappoint us.
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The Count’s property covered more than twelve square miles in a secluded area one hundred eighty miles east of St. Petersburg, south of the Svyr River between Lake Ladosa and Lake Onega, the two largest bodies of water in Europe. The remote location was carefully chosen for its suitability for his sports, and he had chosen well.
A helicopter and four small drones armed with heat sensors provided ideal security, enforced by an elite crew of five dedicated mercenaries. We made the journey in the comfort of a pair of well-appointed luxury coaches. The road was not much traveled, which was a necessary detail for security.
For the last leg of the trip, an inconspicuous dirt road through half a mile of dense forest brought us to a high stone wall with an electronically controlled sturdy wrought iron gate. On top of the wall was an abundance of razor wire, in triple loops that spiraled along its length.
Inside we came upon a fountain with large statues in the center. These oversized and very realistic bronzes depicted medieval hunters on horseback, their groins exposed revealing raging erections as they slaughtered naked women and children with vicious pronged spears that ripped their naked writhing victims and dragged out their viscera.
A few hundred yards further and around a bend of the wandering shale road we came across an even more impressive sight. In a small clearing beside the road, there were several eight-foot poles randomly placed and at least twenty-five feet apart. To the nearest, the nude carcass of a woman was strung up by one wrist.
She had been violently killed with a sword, which still stood in the last blow it had delivered to her, the sharp edge of the long broadsword cutting deep into her side, easily slicing through ribs just below a large breast until it came to rest at her diaphragm, firmly lodged in her sternum.
The broad blade had sliced through one of her lungs. Several other deep wounds decorated her parted meat, and a particularly vicious earlier blow had cut her other side, lower, and from the deep wide-ranging wound generous loops of her gleaming entrails dangled.
Blood sheeted down one leg, and the other was splashed with more. The blood gleamed in the sunlight, not yet coagulated. The beautiful buxom bitch had probably been slaughtered earlier in the day. She was a startling sight and served to get us in the mood for the violent entertainment to follow.
Some of the other poles bore the violently savaged bodies of similarly abused women, some of them killed with spears or arrows and others impaled or dismembered and opened with a sword. Each was at a different state of decomposition, or more accurately disassembly, indicating they had died at different times.
A few of them had nearly been reduced to skeletons by hungry carrion. Exposed bones displayed little signs of bleaching, indicating the kills were all relatively fresh. We now clearly understood this was to be an incredible weekend of brutal, merciless violence to remember.
Following dinner, we walked through the gardens and followed a path into the forest. We came to a clearing and saw that a large stage had been built in the center. It was twenty feet above the ground, and also raised but set back fifteen feet was a curved elevated stand with comfortable seating on three sides of the central platform, giving it the effect of a thrust stage.
In the space between the stage and the audience seating, inch-thick stainless-steel shafts were driven into the ground, a hundred of them standing four feet high and topped with very sharp points. As soon as we were seated, various pairs of women fought each other, sometimes three nude cunts at a time, wearing only spike-heeled shoes and a colored ribbon around their necks.
The object of the contest was to push the opponent off the stage, with the sharp points of the closely grouped steel shafts waiting to catch each hapless looser as she fell. The sixteen-foot drop to the shafts was sufficient to allow the steel rods to drive right through a naked female torso.
Some of the naked young bitches hit the spikes so hard that they sank along the length of the shaft, with only soft tissue being run through so that they dropped right to the ground. Soon there were a few on each of some of the spikes, most of them still wiggling and thrashing as if they could get off.
Unless a spear pierced a naked victim’s heart or her brain, the fallen woman would writhe, with several of the sparkling shafts impaling her, lasting often for at least several moments before finally expiring. Her screams of horror would diminish to agonized moans before the few sets of women’s bouts began.
A fresh participant would join the woman who had pushed the first onto the spikes, and a new contest would immediately begin. Most of the fights lasted only a few moments, but there was an ample supply of new competitors. One after the other they were pushed out, and found no retreat but death on the spikes.
One of the teens, a wiry brunette, survived five bouts before being thrust off the stage to join her earlier foes on the spikes. She had managed to shove a pair of blondes, a redhead and a couple of stacked teen brunettes down onto the spikes. She caught them all trying to move her, and with a twist got them down onto spikes.
From the outset, I noticed the ladies were progressively younger. The first to compete were mid to late twenties. A novel variation was that one of the girls pushed onto the platform was ripely pregnant. She fell belly-first, and the infant inside her had to be speared in the same way she was.
The battles continued for more than an hour, with each contest producing fresh and novel moves, superbly violent struggles, and progressively younger girls being entered for each bout. Soon there were only teens on the stage, and one by one as they dropped they were replaced by naked pre-teen girls.
When there were twenty bitches impaled on the shafts, the final two competitors were only nine and eight years old, just children. The nine-year-old, who was both taller and stronger than her younger for, won the entertaining struggle, pushing the younger girl onto the already occupied steel spikes.
Then, with the encouragement of the cheering audience and a conspicuously brandished shotgun from the wings, she saw she had no option but to leap off the stage and drop onto the female-carcass-laden spikes below. She somehow managed to find a spike that was unoccupied by only one other person.
She was the only victim to drop in an upright position. Only two feet were showing of the pointed shaft she caught beside her rectum, but as she drove down onto it her momentum pushed the woman impaled below her down to the ground, and the point of the shaft drove up through her small naked torso.
The shaft emerged briefly where her collarbones met, then the sharp tip drove into the meat under her chin and an instant later completely penetrated and emerged through the top of her skull. It occurred to me she might have done better to have taken a blast from the shotgun.
The rigid steel shaft had missed her heart on the drive up through her little body, and although it had run through part of her brain, the pretty young girl’s eyes darted back and forth in horror for nearly thirty seconds before glazing over in death. It was a death to long remember, and I shot my load again.
END OF CHAPTER THREE