CUNTHIA’S CHARM 7 by Regis

Disclaimer: The following is fiction. The story’s content does not represent 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. The author does not condone or promote unlawful activity as the story describes. 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: CUNTHIA’S CHARM 7

Published: 25.10.2024

Story Codes: Young Ones, Abuse, Snuff

Synopsis: Alan and Cunthia had met in college, shared an interest in abnormal sex, and after marriage, developed friendships with people who were also interested in pushing their sexual boundaries. He became incredibly wealthy and developed an interest in little girls. She became known as Cunthia and became jealous of his fancy for fucking little girls. He divorced her when they were both fifty-two, bought her a home on the far side of the county in Los Angeles, and left her to pursue her interests. She did exactly that, in spades. She moved from wild parties to joining a group that held sessions with dire outcomes, and attended secret club shows where the outcome for a naked beauty, from twenty-five down to age seven, was a violent entertainment killing. She thought she had died and gone to Heaven, although it much more resembled Hell.

Cunthia’s Charm 7

Like most clandestine clubs in the developed world, they had to drive into an underground parking garage to gain access and did so through what appeared to be a door into a service room. Once inside, the club was posh, as it should be, as the cover charge to gain entrance was five hundred dollars. per guest.

The club looked like it would seat at least two hundred, which meant a take of one hundred grand just for the door charge. Being early, the two women were led to a tiny table just a foot across that was right in front of the small elevated stage. It was large enough to hold only their drink glasses.

Tiny was the only size table in the room, as only singles and couples, often of the same sex, made up the audience. and only their drinks and a small battery-powered lamp were on the table. That was sufficient, as the place was designed for a show, not a meal.

To fill the time for the audience before the first show of the evening began, a naked woman in her early ‘20s lay with her back arched across a sawhorse, her legs spread and her ankles and wrists bound to the frame’s legs. She was sexually accessible, no matter what their intentions for her.

Cunthia enjoyed the view of the bound nude as a waitress approached their table. She was a naked ten-year-old wearing only spike heels and a black bow tie around her neck. She was Goth, with gold rings piercing her lips, and nose, behind her nipples and navel.

The sides of her head were shaved clean, and she wore a Mohawk. A three-inch-wide band of purple-streaked black hair extended from her forehead and hung back down between her shoulder blades. When she spoke, they could see that even her tongue was pierced.

This was the kind of body alteration one would expect of a girl in her early teens, but not a ten-year-old. When she looked down, Cunthia noticed the naked child’s little cuntlips were also pierced and were pulled down by a weight that hug between her legs.

This was not your average elementary schoolgirl. The owners of the club had altered her to make her look outrageous, just to titillate the guests. She took their order, and within a few minutes was back with their drinks, her naked appearance as shocking as before.

Now that her eyes were adjusted to the low lighting, Cunthia saw there were several young waitresses, all about age ten and all as naked as theirs. They had the same haircut, and the same body piercings, including the inconvenient weight pulling down on their pierced cuntlips.

Two naked black studs with remarkable sex equipment came on stage and fucked the bound girl, one vaginally and the other in her throat. She was not having a good time, but that was the point of the show. Their forceful abuse of her set the tone for what was to follow.

Not wanting to have their CPS devices fail during the show because of exhausted batteries, Cunthia and Madclit took fresh battery packs out of their bags. They pulled out of their cunts the packs that had been running all day and changed them, attracting welcome attention from nearby tables.

These devices were a new type of equipment, and most people now watching them had never heard of or seen anything like them. As soon as the new batteries were in place, the vibrators resumed their valuable work, sexually stimulating the women.

After ten minutes of fucking her at both ends, the two studs were ready, and they began a unison orgasmic ejaculation, shooting the woman full of their semen, arching their backs, and bellowing as they shot their cum deep inside her. The appreciative audience applauded their orgasmic work.

When they withdrew, they moved off the stage, their still-stiff erections dribbling and spurting the remainder of their cum. The bound bitch, her back severely arched over the tall sawhorse, demonstrated how thoroughly she had been fucked by the cum dribbling from her anus and mouth.

The two black studs were replaced by a pair of naked fifteen-year-old white boys. This caught Cunthia’s attention. They approached the bound woman, their fists pumping their stiff erections to get them ready for insertion. By jacking off, the boys brought their penises to full firmness.

Both of the bound bitch’s holes were moist from the previous attention they had received, and the boys, thrusting their stiff raging penises into her mouth and cunt, got to wet-deck the distressed naked, and bound woman. These youngsters, though experienced, didn’t have the restraint of the older blacks, and within five minutes were ejaculating into her.

“She one of four girls who work here every night,” Madclit explained, “Doing the same act on the same sawhorse with the same sets of studs. They impregnate them, let them go for six months for the visual effect, and then give them a free abortion, right on stage in front of an audience.

“The six-month-old fetus they cut out of the bitches still has part of its tail. On those nights the entrance fee is six-hundred-and-fifty dollars Once it’s out, there is an auction, and the winner gets to fuck the recently evacuated cunt while everyone watches!”

When she heard this Cunthia’s PCS felt like it went into overdrive, and her perpetual orgasm crested. Aborting a woman in public! That would be amazing to see.

“What do they do with the sprog?” she asked without thinking.

“Six months is too early,” Madclit explained patiently, “And anyway they cut it up inside her to get it out. There’s no baby, just small chunks of raw baby meat. It all comes out through her cunt. I cum every time I watch it. I never miss one.”

Cunthia realized Madclit had brought her to no ordinary sex club. She counted and saw there were eight of the ten-year-old Goth naked waitresses. A man came over and pulled up a chair. “You left a message you wanted to see me?” he asked.

“Yes,” Madclit replied. “This is my friend Cunthia, and she says she’s interested in obtaining a pet boy, similar to mine. This is my friend John. Tell him exactly what you’d like, dear.”

“Can you get me whatever I’d like?” she asked.

“Just let me know the age and color you want. Also, I only provide surgically enhanced products, capable of sustained performance. It’s not much use to you otherwise. It’s got to be able to produce large quantities of semen on demand. I guarantee that’s what your new boy will be able to do, as long as you see that he takes his meds regularly.”

“That sounds lovely,” she said, excited at the prospect, “I’d like one that’s maybe fourteen, well built, good looking. I expect it won’t speak English, but that’s okay. Maybe a chestnut brown one, Ethiopian or something. I’d like it to have balls on it like a fucking bull. Is that possible?”

“Not a problem. To get it imported, rebuilt, and ready to go it will take a month, is that reasonable time?”

“That will be great,” she said, “How much?”

“If you have to ask, you can’t afford it.”
“She can afford it,” Madclit said, “I paid one hundred grand for Bobo, is that reasonable?”

“He was a special order,” John said, “I’ll get you a nice sexy fourteen-year-old brown boy straight from his village in Africa for fifty K, stud-ready, with real bull balls. Does that work?”

“Done!” Cunthia proclaimed, overjoyed that it had been that simple to buy herself a boy sex toy.

“Uh, there is one other requirement,” John said, “I’d like you to get on the floor, kneeling, then lean way back, so your head is right back.”

Knowing what was coming and being prepared for it, Cunthia got off her chair, kneeled on the floor, and leaned back as far as she could. She braced herself with her arms back and opened her mouth for him when John undid his fly, knelt on the floor, and then thrust his stout penis into her, driving it right back into her throat.

Cunthia had given head since she was in grade four when her teacher used her during detention. She had learned a lot from that child abuser. She had never had an experience like this one. The guy’s cock swelled in her throat and fully occupied her larynx.

Even with her medical degree, she had no idea such a thing was possible. She couldn’t breathe. He grasped her breasts in both hands as he drove his penis in a deep pumping action, and as Madclit had done, she started to swallow hard, hoping to bring the stud to an early ejaculation.

That was critical if she were to survive this violent throat rape. As she swallowed, she could feel his penis pulse and hope he was about to spurt. Instead, she felt an incredible pain in her lungs from lack of air. Like Madclit, she passed out, so missed the ejaculation.

Her friend told her it was long, and he bellowed so hard everyone in the club, which was now filling, watched with interest as she collapsed onto the floor so that he had to do push-ups over her to stay in position. Madclit said he was still ejaculating when she pulled out.

John excused himself, and they watched a pair of twelve-year-old naked Chinese boys on stage begin their synchronized ejaculation into the woman’s cunt and throat. They withdrew to finish their ejaculation onto her face and tummy.

The naked Oriental youngsters unbound the triple-fucked young woman and left the stage, taking the pretty bitch and the sawhorse with them.

The main show was about to begin.

THE END OF CHAPTER SEVEN

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