LADIES OF THE BLADE 7 by Regis

Disclaimer: The following is fiction. The story’s content is not representative of the writer’s beliefs, opinions, or attitudes. This story is intended for adult entertainment only. The characters and events depicted in this work are fictional. As depicted in the story, the author does not condone or promote any unlawful activity. By continuing to read this work you acknowledge that you are an adult who wishes to read works of fantasy and fiction for the purpose only of fantasy. All the characters in this story are adults. They may play different ages for the fictional character they are depicting but they remain at all times adults.

Feature Writer: Regis

Feature Title: LADIES OF THE BLADE 7

Published: 13.08.2024

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 7

The afternoon had been everything we could have wished for and more. The leopard had gone for the entrails first, and once those were consumed, it went for the organs, rather than eating her meat. When it bit into her heart, that brought to a rapid end the voluptuous teen’s brief life. It was real cock-jerking action, and we behaved accordingly.

My cock appreciated the break, but the pills the Count had provided kept it rising with the slightest provocation, and the entertainment after dinner kept in firm. We watched ten eight-year-old nude girls get up onto the large dining table, squat, and engage in a shitting competition. We bet on which could begin to shit first, which could control her production the best, and which shit the biggest volume.

We were particularly delighted when each little contestant was required to eat her own production, chewing and swallowing it all. They then had to urinate into a glass, and drink it all down, washing down their own solid excrement. This was just the beginning of the act, and it set the stage for what was to follow.

The youngsters ranged in height from four feet to four-foot-six, and from forty-five pounds up to seventy-five pounds. The shortest girl was the first to produce shit, and the tallest girl produced the most. A cute little nigger girl somewhere in the middle demonstrated the most control and kept her shit-log coming for nearly two and a half minutes.

She was delighted with her win, and ate her dark pudding willingly, washing it down with a glass full of her warm piss. Kids will do anything with the right encouragement. She expected a prize but had no idea what it might be. The girl who shit first and the one who produced three brown logs were also ready to receive a prize.

It was not what they expected. Three naked women climbed up onto the table, wearing only spike-heeled shoes and carrying long sharp butcher knives. They were in their fifties, each of them old enough to be the young girls’ grandmothers. The other little girls immediately scrambled off the table.

These naked mature women were fit, without over-developed waists, and were sporting ample breasts that had large and long extended nipples, likely from prolonged breastfeeding. I was surprised that at their age, they might still be producing milk. Anything was possible at the Count’s unnatural island retreat.

What was exceptional about these bitches, each with a bare and well-distended open cunt, was that they each had a tail! They were likely prosthetic, and not only looked real but actually wagged as they strode the length of the table in their heels, that now could be seen to look like cloven hooves, toward the three shitting little imps.

They also had, sticking up from under their hair, curved and pointed horns! They were announced, from the back of the room by the Count, to be the Devil’s Brides! There was nothing to demonstrate they were not. Their actions that followed suggested they indeed were women from Hell as they put their blades to work.

They lifted the squatting little girls off the table by grasping their hair in their free fists, and without hesitation, plunged their blades into the children’s lower belly, likely splitting their bladder inside them. The shrill screams that filled the theater were delicious. We all cheered the naked ladies with horns and tails as they brutally ripped their blades upward, ripping the little girl’s bellies open!

The Count now strode forward toward the large table at which we had dined, and we were startled that he too was now naked, his impressive erect cock and a large sack of testicles swinging ferociously as he climbed up, revealing he too had a tail and horns. His tail was swinging rapidly, suggesting it was real. He appeared to be the Devil Himself.

The ladies’ blades had now completely opened each little girl, and under the bright lights, their glossily gleaming viscera was tumbling out of them. The Count, or Devil, or whoever our host was, reached into the little nigger girl and ripping out her heart, pulled it to his face and sunk his teeth into it, immediately killing the naked and ripped child.

Without hesitation, he moved to the next little eviscerated girl, and grabbing her heart, pulled it out also, and took a big bite. This time we could see he had swallowed the chunk of heart he’d bitten off. He moved to the third girl and repeated the crude operation. He and the naked ladies with tails had stimulatingly killed the naked little cunts. Now it got to be dirty.

The three naked ladies dropped the children’s bodies, knelt on the stage with their thighs wide-spread, shouted “Hail Satan!” and without pause, one by one plunged their blades into their own lower bellies! Blood spurted from inside their spread cunts as they ripped themselves open, spilling their viscera onto the stage.

The Count grasped his raging erect penis and pumped it rapidly until He spurted His cum onto the first naked lady. He moved to the other two, ejaculating onto them so that his semen covered their ripped bellies. In seconds, the tears the knives had made closed and healed, leaving no trace of the self-inflicted wounds.

What the fuck??!! We were, to say the least, startled. We had seen a miracle, with the naked bitches’ viscera sucked back into them, and the huge stab wounds sealed closed and now disappeared. The Count/Devil moved in front of each of the kneeling women, and thrust his huge erection down their throats, one at a time.

He gave them each a deep pounding and satisfying face fuck as they swallowed his cum! All sixteen of us as spectators had our erections out and were giving our fists a great workout, until we too ejaculated, with our copious cum spurting into the air as we temporarily relieved ourselves of our sexual drive.

I say temporarily advisedly, as within minutes, the pills we had eaten, so generously provided by the Count, brought our cocks back to full raging attention, ready and eager for further action. We were not going to be disappointed. When the Count had left the stage, and the ripped and gutted carcasses of the slaughtered little girls were removed, the ladies who had stabbed themselves in the belly were also quickly gone.

Now a pair of nude muscular body-builders climbed onto the table, each having her wrists bound behind her back, with a scabbard inserted into her cunt, and the handle of a knife sticking out, like a rigid cock. We were about to be treated to a genuine cunt-fight, with armed nude female combatants. They wore only spike heels and a steel collar with a loop on the front and back.

A short chain was attached to join the front loops on their collars, holding them facing each other no further than two feet apart. Their muscular legs looked amazing as they proudly stood their ground, face to face. These gorgeous cunts, their hair up in a bun to keep it out of the way and revealing their muscular necks. They glared at each other with a clear sign they hated each other.

One or both of these vivacious cunts was going to die a brutal death for our amusement and entertainment. Each woman had her left arm bent severely behind her back, with a steel cuff around her wrist attached to the ring on her collar at the back of her neck. With their free hand, they had to discover how to release the securing of the handle of the knife in their cunt to be able to put it to its intended use.

These beautiful naked bitches were primed with special tablets they’d eaten, uppers to get them enraged with each other and ready for the action we were all anticipating. There is nothing like a great cunt-fight to get my balls stirring and my prick rigid, as it now was, watching these gorgeous nudes ready to rumble on top of the table.

THE END OF CHAPTER SEVEN