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Feature Writer: Regis
Feature Title: CUNTHIA’S CHARM 8
Published: 29.10.2024
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 8
When the naked ten-year-old punk waitress returned to take their orders, Madclit requested the girl bring her as well an empty beer bottle. When it arrived Cunthia watched with fascination as her companion spread her legs and pushed the long slender neck of the bottle into her cunt, working it around to further stimulate herself.
After a couple of minutes, she pushed harder, sliding the entire length of the bottle into herself, so that her cunt closed over the bottom of the bottle, concealing it. The entire length was enclosed in her fuck shaft, along with the curved battery pack. She was a fully occupied woman! ‘That must feel fantastic,’ Cunthia thought.
At that moment the lights dimmed and a pair of naked Caucasian muscle-builders stepped onto the small stage. They both sported rigid erections and large swinging cleanly shaved ball sacs. Without warning, one swung a fist into the upper belly of the other, driving the wind out of him and doubling him over in agony.
The aggressor stepped behind the other, who was now supporting himself with his outstretched hands on the stage, and with a powerful thrust drove his penis deep into the other’s rectum. He was claiming lordship over the other in a masterful way.
Cunthia marveled at the naked dominant man’s rippling abs as he powerfully ass-fucked the other. The abused man shouted obscenities at the man raping him, and his accent made it clear he had been raised in England. The other’s reply suggested he had been raised in the Bronx.
Now it got interesting. An obese naked Latina woman in her twenties came onto the stage with her also nude eight-year-old daughter in tow. She laid the child down or on her back, and then used the weight of her knees to pin the girl’s shoulders to the stage floor.
The Englishman, while enduring a sustained and aggressive ass fuck, moved over the girl and, gripping her waist, drove his still-raging erection into her little cunt, with the assistance of the mom holding her child in place. The child screamed, adding to the seductiveness of the scene.
Now both men were pumping furiously, the American’s balls slapping against those of the Englishman, who’d scrotum slapped the rectum of the little girl he was fucking. Both men were groaning to express their passion as they took their liberties with those they were fucking.
The Latina mother was shouting encouragement to both men. The producers could afford to pay these performers well for what they were doing, but Cunthia was not sure they did. They were enjoying what they were doing enough that they likely were paid very little.
As she watched the man being buggered fucking the little girl, the American withdrew his shit-smeared penis from the anus of the Englishman and, grabbing the hair of the obese mother, pulled her head to him. Before she could react, he thrust his filthy shit-covered erection into the nude mother’s screaming mouth.
“God, that’s sick!” Cunthia said.
“That’s true,” Madclit agreed, “The producers provide something for everybody in these shows. That’s what draws the regular crowds to this place. This isn’t nearly the worst I’ve seen here. Believe it or not, some people in LA actually like to see a woman forced to eat the shit of someone else, or even her own. It’s not that uncommon.”
The scream of a fat Hispanic woman taking the face fuck with the filthy cock of the American was replaced by a repugnant moan, and as she and the little girl struggled, they brought the two men to the point of orgasm. In unison, the two muscular rapists began to ejaculate.
They came as one into the throat of the mother and the cuntlet of her young daughter. Double events like this were showbusiness at its best, and, as Madclit pointed out, they happened regularly at this and other underground Los Angeles clubs like it.
Their mutual climax brought those in the audience to orgasm at the same time. Men and women in the audience were masturbating wildly with the action. The men began to ejaculate, spurting semen onto the floor, producing a familiar odor to everyone present. It was a display of wonderful sexual synchronicity.
As the men finally withdrew their still dribbling penises from the two, the mother grabbed her daughter’s arm, pulled her up, and dragged her off the stage. Now that the rapes were complete, she no longer had to pretend everything was okay, and that her daughter was available for whatever use or sexual abuse they would make of her.
Madclit spread her legs again, put her fingers to work in her cunt, and pulled out the beer bottle, setting it on the table. It was smeared with her female moisture and bore the aroma of sex. With her orgasm raging, Cunthia reached for it, picked it up, and ran her tongue over it, lapping up her companion’s sex juices.
“That was an amazing performance,” she said, “I loved the way the child squealed while being raped, and the mother holding her giving them full permission. That had to be total consent she gave them, holding the kid down. What kind of mother would ever do that?”
“That’s not all she’ll allow, I’ll bet,” Madclit responded, “The producer has promised her the moon for her daughter to be involved. They’ll use the kid again tonight, I’m sure, and the mother probably has a big surprise in store for her. Things are not likely to end as she’s expecting, I’m certain. It’s just the kind of club this is.”
“My goodness,” Cunthia said, “I’d heard such things would happen in some of the big cities of the world, like in South East Asia or South America, where everything is possible, no matter how dark, but I never thought I’d ever get to see how dark it is. God, this is so exciting!
“Keep your PCS going, dear,” Madclit told her, “You’ve no idea how dark this is likely to get!”
They both reached down to adjust the tiny sex stimulators working their clits for maximum effect. Both ladies began to groan their ecstasy as the next entertainer came on stage. It was a tall black man, wearing only a vicious-looking sleeve around his large erection.
On it were backward-pointing sharp steel studs, half an inch long. The audience gasped as they saw them, realizing they would slide in easily, but were designed to rip whatever he chose to fuck when he pulled backward, or even with each outward stroke.
This was the most heinous weapon either woman could imagine. They were about to witness real damage being done during what they expected would be a forced rape sex act. The two muscular white men who had been in the previous act came out again.
This time they were holding the arms of a beautiful girl, who could be no older than twelve or thirteen. All three were as naked as the big black man with the stud-lined cock. The girl was in hysterics, struggling desperately as the men held her firmly, her feet off the floor.
The big black stud moved in front of her, and the two holding her in their grip lifted her to put her already stimulated cunt at the right level for him to gain entry. From the view they had of her open cunt, she was no virgin, but the girl was about to receive the fuck of her short life. Her terror at her situation was well founded.
“I can’t wait to see this!” Cunthia blurted, “It’s so outrageous I might shit myself!”
She didn’t but instead released a burst of her warm amber piss.
“If he fucked her up her asshole with that studded cock girdle,” Madclit said, “It would probably kill the pretty bitch. A woman’s cunt is one tough organ, and needs to be. If he rips the membrane lining her cunt it can heal, but if he did her up the ass it might kill her, as It would rip her anus to shreds, and she wouldn’t be able to shit for a week.
“Cunt reaming women and girls with studded dildos is a really big form of entertainment in SE Asia, they make dildos with the spikes installed, particularly just south of the equator. Here in LA, we do it right, with the sharp steel-sloped studs on the real cock of a nigger!
“I’m sure this is not the first time this big black stud has worn or used one of these on a woman. I mean the prick works at this theater and has done for years. I’ve seen him do his thing on bitches, and more than once that big prick of his has fucked a small woman or little girl to fucking death!”
The two white musclemen began to lower the naked girl so that she was forced to wrap her legs around those of the black stud to support herself. Her screams doubled as she realized how close she was to impalement on that huge shaft with the strap bearing those horrific studs.
THE END OF CHAPTER EIGHT