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.
Writer: Polaris
Subject: KIDFIGHTCLUB 7
Link: Copyright 2016 / All rights Reserved / http://www.asstr.org/~Polaris/
Story Codes: NC, Rape, Young Ones, Sadism, Abuse, Scat, WS
Author’s Notes: It was the summer of 2009 when I first stumbled across what would become one of my all-time favorite erotic stories, “Kidfight Club” by the author Midwych. I’ve read through it countless times. It’s not the most violent or extreme tale ever written, but there was something about how he wrote the characters, and their dialogue, that really hit all the right notes with me.
To my lament, Midwych had informed me shortly after I first contacted him that with Chapter 6 finished, he no longer had an interest in continuing the story. I waited a couple of years in hopes that he might one day change his mind, but eventually I reached my breaking point and asked him if he would permit me to finish the story instead. Thankfully, he said “yes”.
I was honored to have his blessing, but at the same time, felt immensely pressured. This was only the second time in my life that I had ever written a continuation to another’s work (the first being a sequel to a story I’d read on “Black Spectre”, which is also the only story I’ve ever “lost” as it was written on a friend’s computer at the time and I neglected to back it up). My initial plan was to write three chapters to close out the saga. I began work on Chapter 7 in 2011 and finished it some time in early 2016. I pretty much knew what I wanted for that chapter, as well as Chapter 9. It was the middle chapter that was the issue. Midwych graciously offered to help me iron out the issues, but in the end I just couldn’t get it worked out.
So in short, I’ve been sitting on this story for quite a while, and thought it was as good a time as any to finally release it. Hope it was an enjoyable read to all who viewed it!
Kidfight Club 7
“You belong to me now,” Lilibeth stated. “From this moment on, I am going to use you as a tool for my pleasure, and you are going to do whatever I command.”
“I-I understand,” Adele replied, her heart racing from the excitement of not knowing just what was in store for her.
“Good.” The seventy year old woman walked over to her belongings placed next to the front door and retrieved a set of keys. “Go and wait in my vehicle. It’s the green Sedan outside. I want you kneeling on the floor of the car when I get there. Oh, and leave your clothes. You won’t be having much use for them from here on.”
Still dressed only in her pink bra and panties, Adele quickly made her way down the front steps of Mrs. Norton, only to find her mother standing there, waiting for her.
“I suppose you enjoyed watching your little one-sided massacre?” Arlene poised.
Adele blushed and responded as she walked closer towards the public sidewalk. “I did.” She then moved to go around her mother, but Arlene stepped to the side to block her.
“Mom, please I have to get to the car,” Adele protested, looking around her shoulder to see if any neighbors could see her in this state.
“It can wait, I must talk with you. I’m going to need your assistance tomorrow night.”
“Assistance? With what?”
“With the Las Vegas gym, of course! Have you been taking blows to the head yourself lately? We just discussed it yesterday!”
“I… don’t think I can,” Adele said, with her head tilted downward as she quickly went around her parent to the designated vehicle.
“Why not? …Wait, what are you doing? That isn’t your car,” Arlene said with a tone that demanded answers.
“Mom, I can’t go with you tomorrow. I’m a slave now.”
“A slave? Are you mad?”
“I-it’s true… I’ve given complete ownership of myself over to another woman. Please tell Kevin for me.”
“Nonsense! I’m going to need you along with me in order to-”
Arlene was quickly cut off by the sound of a female voice behind her. “So, trying to disobey me already, are you?” boomed Lilibeth as she stood on Mrs. Norton’s porch, eyes glaring.
“I… uh…” Adele fumbled in embarrassment, before quickly unlocking the car doors with her keys and then climbing into the passenger seat.
“What? This is the person you’ve given yourself over to? Over your own flesh and blood?” Arlene spoke with anger.
“Mom, please. I’ve made my decision. You have my husband and I’m going to allow Helen to continue training Ursa,” Adele spoke, her eyes looking past Arlene to the fast approaching Lilibeth, wondering intently just what kind of “punishment” would await her for disobeying.
“Not without me there, she isn’t! You may think it’s nice to just shirk your parental responsibilities on a whim, but you’re demented if you think I’m going to let you just hand my granddaughter off to some woman who you’ve barely known.”
“Fine, you and Helen can both look after her together. I just- I have to go!” Adele quickly shut the door and got down into position as she had been ordered.
“Now listen here,” Adele could faintly hear her mother say from outside. “I don’t know what kind of blathering that my daughter has fed you, but I’m afraid that she is going to have to refuse…” Arlene moved away from the Sedan at that point, and in doing so, removed any remaining comprehension of the conversation for her daughter.
Crouched down on the floor, Adele began to ponder. Maybe her mother was right. Though excited for another unknown, perhaps she had accepted the old woman’s proposal too rashly. Minutes went on as she mentally weighed the pros and cons. The decision finally came to her, but just as she had begun pulling herself up, the driver’s side door opened.
“Listen, I-” Adele began, but Lilibeth quickly interrupted her.
“Relax. Your mother and I have got it all worked out. I’m going to lend you to her tomorrow for the trip you two will be taking.”
‘Lend me?’ Adele thought. Upon further reflection, she wasn’t surprised. She had told her mother to stay out of affairs where she was not concerned, after all.
“Now hop into the backseat, slut,” the old woman ordered. “We’ve a ways to go before we get to my home, and I want my breasts kneaded the entire length of the drive.”
Without question, Adele did exactly as instructed.
A naked Helen leaned back leisurely on the bench, with her arms spread out and her legs spread open. Below her, Ursa and Siam were also entirely devoid of their clothes. The two children, having just finished another sparring match, were now battling with their skulls as they burrowed their heads between the adult woman’s thighs in order to lick the sopping wet cunt of their coach.
Ever since that first day, standing beside her grandmother as they watched her mother 69ing with this new lady, Ursa had wanted to do it herself, and Helen knew this. Her eyes had not been blind to how the daughter clearly idolized Adele, and with said lover not presently around, she figured that she may as well find out if the genes of eating pussy had been passed down to Ursa. Only after completing several practice fights, of course.
Reaching her climax, Helen had just finished anointing their little faces with her fluids when Arlene barged into the room.
“Ms. Grady, I need to have a word with you,” the older woman said sternly.
Helen immediately rose up, just as another woman nearby stepped in. It was Rowena Kubiak, the person in charge of creating publicity photos for the kidfighters.
“I’ll take care of them,” Rowena said graciously “Come on, kids. We’ve got some more pictures to take.”
Excited, the five and six year old immediately ran off to the small studio.
“What is it?” Helen inquired.
Adele sighed. “It is about my daughter. It seems that in pursuit of her own pleasure, she has decided to forsake her moral obligations as a parent.”
“Don’t we all?” Helen asked with a smile.
Arlene was indeed caught by that retort, and could manage nothing of her own other than an expression which read: “you’ve got me there.”
“Regardless,” Arlene continued, “I want to make it clear that there are going to be conditions to the way that my granddaughter is to be handled from now on.”
“I’m listening,” replied Helen.
“I won’t interfere with your silly little Kidfight operation. You can continue to train her up and enter her into the matches as you see fit, but what she does outside of the ring is to be purely decided by me. Understood?”
“That sounds fair to me,” Helen replied with little concern. “She is your blood relation, after all. So, what is Adele doing exactly?”
Nearby, Siam was hunched down on her knees in the fetal position, while Ursa had one foot on the ground with the other resting on top of her friend’s arched back, striking a victory pose.
“Alright, Ursa, honey. Twist yourself back this way just a bit so that your slit opens up a little more… Perfect…” Rowena directed, and then snapped the photo.
“Okay, now Ursa, I want another good one of you going in for the kill,” the photographer stated, taking a few seconds to diddle her clitoris as her mind drifted towards the upcoming fight.
The two girls rose up and faced each other. Squinting, Siam put her hands out and twisted her head back in a cowering position, as if to shield her face, while Ursa raised a clenched fist with a look as menacing as she could muster.
“Great. Inez, can we wake up those nipples?” Rowena briefly requested.
The photographer’s assistant immediately went over with a melting ice cube and rubbed them around Ursa’s areolas until the centers popped out. She then stroked cube down the girl’s inner thigh from top to bottom to give the appearance of glistening wetness.
“Beautiful! Thank you,” Rowena called out, and then snapped the camera once more.
The next day, Adele and her mother boarded a flight to Las Vegas as planned, though the two had been unable to acquire adjacent seats. As she soared through the sky, Adele thought back to the plan that Arlene had let her in on.
“I have been in talks with Estelle Blachinsky, the founder of Bitch Wrestling,” Arlene had began. “The sport was disbanded nearly thirty years ago, but I’ve been diligent in urging her to come out of retirement and revive it. I believe that she’s now close. Very close….”
Night had fallen by the time they had arrived at the gym. Pam was there to greet them, and immediately took Arlene to her office so that they could talk privately. Of course, it was a discussion that could have taken place over the phone, but it was safer to meet in person. More important than that, of course, was that Arlene wanted to see the “refusers” with her own eyes.
As the two older women got down to business, Adele’s ears began picking up a sound. She stepped out of the room and concentrated. Yes, she definitely heard something… The sound of hard impacts, mixed with laughing.
‘What is that?’ she thought. ‘Is someone else in here?’
Adele was feeling quite nervous, but decided to investigate. Her gut reaction told her to inform her mother first, but she knew she would just be shooed away.
Creeping quietly through the dark gym, Adele followed the sound until she found herself right outside of a doorway, which had a somewhat dim light being cast out from it. Peeking past the half opened door, she was stunned at what she saw.
There were two women, one black and one Latina, completely naked. Adele recognized the former woman as Lena, the guard whom she had met during her first visit to the gym. Out of her uniform this time, her muscular, beautifully toned body was a sight to behold, and that went even further for the Latina. It was so stunning, in fact, that it had taken Adele a moment to catch notice of what was between the two women. It was a little girl, suspended about four feet into the air, wearing a diaper and spread eagle via the chains and shackles that protruded from the floor and ceiling to her ankles and wrists. The child had tears streaming down her eyes and what appeared to be a very moist gag shoved into her mouth, and though the luminescence was low, Adele was able to see many bruises along the exposed skin as she studied the child’s body.
The female voyeur could not help but let out a gasp, which immediately provoked the two women to turn their heads in her direction.
“Oh! E-excuse me,” Adele blurted out as she began to back away.
“Oh, it’s no problem… Hey, I remember you! Adele, right?” Lena perked up, as she stepped forward with her hands outstretched.
“Yes,” replied Adele as she accepted the handshake.
“This is is my lover, Mercedes,” Lena said as she turned her head back behind her.
“Nice to meet you,” the muscular Latina woman greeted.
Adele gave a nervous, yet courteous nod and then turned back to Lena. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to spy on you. I get the feeling I must have walked in on something I shouldn’t have,” she said as she looked at the near-naked child.
“No, no, not at all!” Lena assured in a friendly tone. “I know that you’re a Kidfight mother, and us women share a level of trust with each other, and hey, any friend of Helen’s is always a friend of mine. Please, you’re welcome to hang out as you like. We were actually just getting warmed up, and it might be fun to have an audience for something different.”
Adele looked over to the suspended child, who was looking directly back at her, almost pleading that this new face would intervene in some way that would help her out of this situation. Taking a deep breath, with a powerful shudder rocking through her body, she answered “Yes, please. I-I would very much like to see what it is you have planned!” In a way, looking into the girl’s eyes as she said those words had made it even more thrilling.
“Thought you might,” Lena responded, giving a friendly wink and a smile. She then turned to her partner “How ’bout it, Sadie?”
“Sounds great to me,” the muscular Latina responded, as she impatiently massaged her middle finger back and forth along her slit.
“Oh, I almost forgot to introduce little Bethany here,” explained Lena as she slapped her hand down onto the child’s shoulder. “Just eight years old. Her mother has a little arrangement with Mercedes and I.”
“An arrangement… where you keep her confined in here, and beat her?”
Lena grinned. “Guess it wasn’t too hard to figure out, huh? We’ve been working on Bethany for a while now.”
Adele gulped. “She looks so scared.”
Lena let out a chuckle. “Yeah. I have to imagine that when you go through an experience like this, no matter how many times, it makes for a pretty difficult adjustment.”
Without warning, Lena whipped back around and smacked the girl across the face as hard as she could.
“Is that right, you little bitch? Are you scared of me?” Lena said, as she brought her face not even an inch away from Bethany’s and twisted both of the nipples on her chest, which was flat as a board. The child screamed into the moist gag and winced out of pain and fear.
“You look kinda surprised,” the black woman stated as she turned back to Adele.
Indeed she was. Lena had appeared so friendly and cheerful during their first encounter. A stark contrast to the more serious Mrs. Norton. “It’s just, when I saw you in the receptionists office you seemed so… reserved. I never would have guessed.”
“Ha ha, it’s true! It really depends on who I’m interacting with at the time. I am a hired employee, and so, I strive to be professional. I also have a very high libido, and so denying myself release throughout the week helps to intensify this experience when it finally arrives. It may seem like I have a pretty boring day job, but Pam is diligent about tailoring solutions to the wants of her employees,” Lena continued.
“You mean, this is one of the ‘fringe benefits’ of getting to work here?”
“Well, let’s just say that Pam gives great consideration to everything that happens to fill her ‘suggestion box,” Lena replied. “There are some of the mothers probably wouldn’t approve of what we’re doing, so we keep things like this on the down low. Plus, I feel it helps to create a more suitable atmosphere, for Bethany especially, if we wait until nightfall.”
Adele’s eyes fixated on the scene before her. She had missed out on watching a full grown adult woman beating on a little child in it’s entirety, but now there were two of them right before her. With her panties already down below her knees and her hand pressed hard against her clit, she’d be damned if she was going to miss it again.
Adele watched the two women slowly circle the trembling eight year old, admiring the beautiful curves in each of their bodies, which were shiny and glistened with sweat. She remained silent, not wanting to delay their commencement further than she had; and commence they did.
Not a second after Mercedes landed the first real punch to Bethany’s back did Lena follow up with a hard slug to the stomach. Two blows in rapid succession. It was a system that had become a favorite for the two lesbian lovers. Though the relatively taut chains ensured that the girl was unable to evade any attack, she could still brace her body to predict where a single impact would hit. Two impacts, however? Not as easily done.
As if playing a twisted game of musical chairs, the female duo continued this tactic. Deep, feminine grunts were heard each time they struck with their powerful fists, while the sole sound of Bethany’s whimpering and sobbing filled the air in the seconds in between. After about twenty minutes, however, Lena decided to take five. They unshackled the child just momentarily, and swapped the ankles for the wrists, so that she was now chained upside down. The two lovers next took a rag and both began pissing onto it simultaneously. Once it had been fully drenched in urine, they removed the previous gag – now stained with vomit – from Bethany’s mouth, and replaced it with this new one.
“We try to keep it going for as long as we can, but our pussies can only take so much before they start demanding a climax,” Lena explained.
“Oh please, allow me!” Adele volunteered, immediately jumping up from her seat and getting onto the floor – a place that she had gotten well accustomed to during her overnight stay at Lilibeth’s. Not one to look a gift tongue in the mouth, the black woman graciously accepted, and lowered her cunt down onto the overturned Adele’s lips.
“That girl, she’s a kid fighter too… well, a former kid fighter,” Lena stated, as Mercades also descended to suck on her tits.
“Former?” asked Adele.
“She was raised by her mother, Penelope; never knew her father. Her mother brought her up as a kidfighter to help alleviate some of the stress that came from being a single parent. Got her started the day she hit four. I tell you, this kid really held her own in her younger years, though you could tell easily by her face that she didn’t enjoy it. It was a real endeavor for her to get through every single match. Penelope would tell us all the time about how her kid was crying to her, begging her to take her out of the games, but her mom wouldn’t hear of it. She wanted a daughter who was a winner, and she wasn’t going to settle for anything less. So she took certain measures to make sure it happened.”
“What did she do?” Adele asked with eagerness.
“Well, none of us ever had an opportunity to witness it ourselves, but Penelope remained pretty open about it. She liked to play the field. Still does, as a matter of fact. She goes through one night stands like tissue paper – not that I can blame her! But at one point, she began keeping a journal of a few of the ‘rougher’ men who she’d managed to befriend. Ones who were willing to cooperate in order to help keep her daughter’s performance in line. The night that followed each time that Bethany lost a fight, Penelope, her guy friend and daughter would all enter the bathroom together. They’d both hold her steady, and she’d just have to stand there and watch as the tub filled with cold water. Once it was full, he’d then bend her over the rim and rape her hard, while her mother dunked her head into the water over and over.”
“Fuck! That’s terrible!” Adele blurted out, as she vigorously thrust her fingers in and out of her pussy while also looking up at the child, still screaming into the piss-soaked towel.
“Hey, it got results!” Lena added. “The little bitch’s losing streak came to a halt real fast. She didn’t want to go through that again! Oh fuck!”
Lena released an orgasmic flood of wetness into the mouth of her servicer, who happily swallowed it down.
“That was great baby,” Lena complimented. “Now let us do you”. Lena sat down the bench, with Adele sitting down onto her lap right after her. Mercedes then moved to retrieve her strap-on cock. After slipping into it, she then began pounding it into the Adele’s pussy, while Lena reciprocated by massaging her clit and squeezing her tits.
“So that’s when her mother chose to retire her? After she had won enough fights?” Adele inquired.
”Well, not exactly. You see, when Bethany hit seven years old, she started to slow down. Penelope tried to curb this by stepping up the amount of ‘play dates’ with her male friends, but it didn’t work. And you could tell just by the look in her eyes that the girl really was trying, but she just couldn’t hack it, even against some younger and weaker opponents. None of us could figure it out, but a few weeks ago, we finally got an answer to the mystery. The little whore had picked up a rare type of muscular disease. Heh, something so simple, and it had been right under our noses the whole time.”
“Oh my god!” Adele exclaimed, giving a burst of adrenaline to her tongue as she wiggled it up into the Latina’s labia.
“Yeah, no one quite knows how it came to her, but I imagine getting pummeled by day and raped by night started to take a toll on her immune system,” Lena continued with a chuckle. “The doctors say that she would have about a 80% chance of recovery with treatment, but her mother refused. She’d lost so much of the money due to these failures that she wanted nothing more to do with her. It’s unfortunate because the way she was able to keep her daughter motivated was inspirational to many of the Kidfight mothers, but when Penelope declined again, Pam offered her an alternative suggestion.”
“Retirement,” responded Adele.
“More or less, though it’s certainly not the same retirement that the girl had been counting down the days to her ninth birthday to enjoy,” Lena said with a smirk. “Every once in a while, we run into a situation where a kid is “handed over” to us. Sometimes she’s orphaned by the death of the parents, and other times the mother simply wishes to start enjoying other pursuits in life. In any case, when s these girls are no longer valuable to the Kidfight community as a fighter, that provides us an opportunity to get some temporary uses out of them.”
“She must really be looking forward to the day when she can retire for real,” Adele added, secretly fishing for a contradiction.
Lena let out another laugh and then turned to approach Bethany. She then removed the pissrag from her mouth.
“Hey little slut! This nice lady just asked about your retirement. Tell her what we’ve told you.”
The eight year old’s face immediately contorted into a painful wince, prompting Lena to slap her hard.
“Tell her, you little bitch! What’s going to happen to you!”
Adele, aching to know, made sure to make direct eye contact with the distressed child.
“I’m…<sniff>… I’m going to…<sniff> be a vegetable by the end of the week,” she bawled.
“Oh God! Oh shit!” Adele blurted out. “I’m going to cum!!”
“Look, I love this pastime. I really do!,” Lena stated as she stuffed the piss-rag back into Bethany’s mouth. “Feeling that jolt that travels from my knuckles to my clit each time we beat her . But with the way that we’ve been going, she just isn’t healing fast enough to keep up with our needs. Sure, we could slow down, exercise some restraint, maybe take a little hiatus, but when you have a guaranteed climax staring you in the face, it would be foolish, right? I mean granted, they’re orgasms we won’t be thinking about a year from now, but I shudder to think what the long-term effects to our mental health could be if we were to compromise our urges.”
“Are you saying that… even if you stopped beating on her right this moment, and she got the medical attention she needs for her condition, she could still have a normal life?”
“Oh, absolutely! The doctors remind us of that every time that she’s brought in. I’ll tell you one thing, though. We’re sure lucky that it isn’t little Bethany’s decision to make!”
The moment that Mercedes pulled out, Adele immediately lept to suck the juices from the plastic cock, as if compelled to taste the sinful thoughts that she had just cum to.
Feeling that the break had served its purpose, Lena got up to return her attention to Bethany. She removed the piss-soaked towel and quickly snapped it at the child’s flat chest. She then carefully removed the diaper, now filled with turds coaxed out entirely by fear, and fastened it onto Bethany’s head. With everything as she desired, Lena resumed her brutal attack on the defenseless eight year old, while Mercedes hung back to have her pussy eaten by Adele, still as eager and grateful as ever.
Another hour came and went, and Lena finally decided to call it quits. The eight year old hung there motionlessly, her eyes closed and cheeks puffed out from her own shit that was spilling out from her mouth. She was without question more battered and bloodied than any child Adele had seen up to this point.
“I-Is she dead…?” Adele asked.
“Oh, not in the least,” Lena said. “Sadie and I have done this plenty of times, and we know well enough to stay away from the vitals. Looks like she’s got a couple new broken bones to deal with, though.”
Adele went in for a closer look and did indeed perceive that the little girl was still breathing.
“It isn’t our job to take her life; the degenerative disease will eventually do that work for her at some point. Sadie and I just wanted to have a little fun with her while she is still able to be hit and hurt. Once that is no longer the case, she’ll be spending the rest of her days in a hospital, just laying in her bed like a lump, except for…”
“Except for?” Adele repeated with great curiosity.
“…except for when a few certain individuals come by to take advantage of the last thing that she’ll be useful for.”
“What… do you mean?”
“Pam runs a little side business for a number of anonymous men who seek to possess children for sex. A comatose child on life support can be a pricey, but otherwise hassle-free way for them to experience this. I’m sure that she’s probably seen a penis or two in her life. Her mother didn’t care who she got fucked in front of, even her children, and she’d be happy to tell you right to your face. Our sweet little Bethany may not be aware of it when the time comes, but I guess she’ll be getting quite a few cocks pumped into each of her own holes soon.”
“Oh fuck! This is too much!” Adele cried out, her hand firmly locked into the familiar place between her thighs, already on the verge of another climax. Needless to say, both Lena and Mercedes were more than glad to help her complete it.
Months went by as Adele remained the slave to the old hag Lilibeth, having lost complete contact with the outside world. No television, phone, or internet, and certainly no leaving the house. One day, however, Lilibeth came to her with a surprise.
“We have guests,” the seventy-one year old woman stated. “Ones who wish to see you.”
“Really?” Adele asked in near disbelief. “Who are they?”
“A woman by the name of Yvonne requested it. Apparently, she has a daughter that she wants you to meet.”
‘A daughter…’ Adele thought, ‘Oh, of course!’ She then realized that in all the time that had passed, Yvonne must have given birth to her baby.
“It’s going to be a full house. They wanted you to come see them, and I was initially adverse to the idea. But, you’ve been a good slave to me, and so, I decided to welcome them into my home for a few hours. Meet us in the living room when you are ready,” Lilibeth said, and closed the door behind her.
Adele was a bit nervous. It had been so long since she had interacted with anyone but her slaveowner. She also had no clothes to exit the room with, but felt that it was a moot point, as it would certainly not be the first time that Yvonne had seen her naked.
As Adele made her way down the second story hall, she began hearing moans coming from one of the guest bedrooms. She stopped and put her ear to the door, and immediately recognized the voice.
‘Mother!’
Adele opened the door and was surprised to see four individuals, each every bit as naked as she was, on the bed. In the center, was her mother, in a kneeling position. The old woman was gyrating her pussy down onto the genitals of an eight year old boy, whose torso and head could be seen sticking out from beneath her body. Directly above him, was a nine year old boy who was vigorously fucking Arlene’s asshole; his testicles slapping just inches above the former male’s face. Lastly, there was a six year old boy on his feet, who was getting his cock sucked quite greedily by Arlene. Adele immediately recognized the three boys as Theresa’s sons, and figured that her friend had allowed her mother to borrow them as a courtesy. From the looks on the three lads’ faces, it was pretty clear that they didn’t mind either.
“Oohh, yes! Give it to me! Fuck those little dicks in me for all they’re worth!” the old woman screamed.
Adele moved to say something, but then realized that maybe it would be best if she pretended she didn’t see it, and reclosed the door.
When Adele arrived at the living room, she found several instantly recognizable faces. Sitting on wooden chairs were Lilibeth, Theresa and Yvonne. The former two women were masturbating themselves with their hands, while the last was once again tied to her seat, only this time she was without a gag, or a swollen belly.
Regardless, all three women were cheering for what was going on in the center of the room. There, resided a female infant wearing a diaper. Her hands had been looped over and tied together behind a horizontal pole raised about three feet off the ground, leaving her legs to dangle and kick. What shocked Adele the most, however, was a large, crude looking steel brace which was fixated to the baby’s head and shoulders, in order to protect her weak and developing neck. Circling around the infant was her older sister, Siam, in nothing but her birthday suit, wearing a pair of inflatable boxing gloves on her hands. The yells and cries coming from the three adults were only those of encouragement as the older girl mercilessly pummeled the defenseless baby from all angles. The four-month-old found little release from crying as an oddly shaped gag had been thrust into her mouth. And because the brace was so painfully tight that she couldn’t move her head but a millimeter, the girl certainly had much to cry about – even if one discounted the relentless blows.
Adele sat down next to Yvonne, in the only empty seat left in the room.
“Adele! I’m so glad you’re here to join us!” the woman greeted. “I’d give you a hug, but, well…” she added, glancing down at her ropes.
“Oh, that’s ok,” Adele replied; barely making eye contact with the woman as she struggled to divert her gaze from the spectacle in the center.
“That’s my newest, Madeline,” Yvonne said, beaming. “She just turned eighteen weeks yesterday.”
“Oh my god… Why is Siam doing this to her?” Adele asked with concern, yet unable to keep her hand from floating towards her cunt having now learned the infant’s age.
“We tried to get Siam closer into the Kidfight game, but ultimately, I just couldn’t handle it. I wanted to keep her safe, but I knew that once the time came for the real fights, helmets would not be allowed. I couldn’t bare to witness that. I mean, Siam’s my baby!”
“But… Madeline is your baby too, right?” Adele asked, confused.
“Yes, but Siam’s my Champion. I tell you, ever since the day that she landed that first punch against Ursa, something sparked inside of me. I wanted to see her as only a winner, but knew it would be difficult with her tangling with those tougher, more experienced kids. She just wasn’t ready. When Madeline was born, Siam and I talked it over and decided that she would be the perfect solution. Of course, we didn’t start right from day one, but now that now that her body is forming better, we determined that the little bitch can take a few wallops with these inflatable gloves before she’s ready to be hit with something harder.”
“I just… can’t believe what I’m seeing.”
Yvonne let out a laugh. “I never imagined a day would come where I’d be the one taking you by surprise. It may not appear it right this second, but Siam really does love her little sister. After all, she’s allowing her to learn lots of offensive skills that she’ll need for the day when she finally does return to square off against the big girls. Just the other day, Siam asked me: Can I use Madeline for practice even when I’m a Kidfighter again? It was so cute the way that she said it that I couldn’t help but tell her: I’ll leave that entirely up to you sweetie. I could tell how excited she was to be given control of her first decision, just like a grown up girl. Then she asked: But what if Madeline says she doesn’t want me to?It told her that we’ll worry about all that down the road. I mean, hell, she’s only four months old. Siam will have plenty of time to practice with her before she’s able to say her first words.”
“Oh God! Fuck!” Adele cried out as she jammed her fingers up into her wetness.
“Hey, go right ahead,” Yvonne said, glancing down at Adele’s bare crotch. “No one’s going to tell me that what we’re looking at isn’t fucking sexy. Heck, I’d be finishing myself off right about now, but again… you know.”
“Oh, allow me!” Adele leaned forward, bringing her free hand to the woman’s vaginal lips.
“No, no, no. You just got started, and by the looks of things you’re about at the point where just one hand isn’t gonna cut it. Tell you what, we’ll have Madeline do it. Besides, Siam’s looking like she’s about ready for a break anyways. Siam!” the bound mother called over. “Why don’t we stop for a bit and you can bring Maddy over to me.”
Yvonne then looked over towards Lilibeth and her cousin. “Do you two mind?”
“Not at all, my dear,” Lilibeth responded, keeping with being a gracious hostess. “We just got through doing each other ourselves.”
“For a perverted old hag, you sure know how to make a younger girl climax,” Theresa said.
Taking her words in the spirit that they were meant, Lilibeth responded “Well, when you’ve lived as long as me, you pick up a few tricks.”
Siam removed her gloves, untied the ropes at her sister’s wrists and carried her over to her mother.
“Adele, could you please remove the gag? The brace can stay on,” Yvonne asked.
Adele did just as requested, but was astonished now that she was finally close enough to see what it actually looked like. Made of plastic, the part outside of Madeline’s mouth was a six-inch sculpture of a naked Siam, in a squatting position, with her boxing glove covered hands being thrust triumphantly into the air. Adele was even more taken aback by what she saw when she extracted it. The lower half of the gag – the part that had been completely lodged in the baby’s oral cavity this whole time – was a giant plastic two-inch turd which was being pushed from the tiny Siam’s ass.
“Is this what I think it is?” Adele gasped.
“Ha, ha, you got it,” Yvonne answered. “I paid to have that made a couple weeks ago, and gave it to Siam as her first trophy. She thought it looked so funny to see herself shitting out such a big ‘poop’. We-”
Theresa cut her off. “Wait, Adele doesn’t even know why you got it for her.”
“Oh shit, you’re right! Okay, a few weeks ago, I took Siam to one of Ursa’s matches – one of the small ones a few cities over.”
“Your kid still does best she’s plugged,” Theresa chimed in, “and right before this fight, Ursa told us that she really had to go.”
“At that point Helen took her off to the side to talk to her,” continued Yvonne. “We didn’t know about it beforehand, but she had decided to use this to their advantage. Ursa had to make it through the whole fight backed up, and the match actually lasted quite a while. She took several hard punches to the gut which you could tell was particularly painful.”
“But Ursa won in the end,” Theresa again interjected; wanting to beat her cousin to the punch. “And when the other girl was knocked out, your daughter stood over her, pulled out the plug, spread her little ass cheeks, and released all that built up shit onto the loser’s face.”
“The shit went everywhere, all wet and runny, and it seemed like it took forever to stop. It was definitely a crowd-pleaser! Nearly the entire room got on their feet and cheered as it got all into the girl’s mouth and hair.”
“Oh fuck! Shit, shit fuck!” Adele cried out as she began to finger herself even harder, though albeit half-heartedly. ‘I can’t believe it! Ursa’s already fighting. She even won and shit on another girl… and I wasn’t even there to see it!’
“Ok, Siam, just like we did last time,” Yvonne commanded.
“On the nub?” the five year old asked.
“Right on the nub, my little star,” the mother confirmed with a proud smile.
“Ok, mom!” She turned her baby sister upside down until she was holding her by her ankles. Maneuvering as best she could from her own restraints, Yvonne spread her legs and pushed her hairy cunt out as close to the edge of the chair as she could. This was Siam’s cue to line Madeline’s screaming mouth up directly with her mother’s clitoris. Once in place, the girl then pushed her own pubic bone against the back of the infant’s head in order to keep it secured against the adult woman’s pussy. The metal from the brace was cold on Siam’s private area, but had become easier to adjust to with each time that she did it.
With everything in place, Yvonne tipped back to enjoy the feel of her daughter’s tiny yet powerful cries and screams vibrating on her cunt. Desiring to help invoke the orgasm, Theresa moved behind her cousin to roughly squeeze her tits.
Side by side, both Adele and Yvonne were brought to explosive orgasms. Her baby sibling’s duty now finished, Siam placed Madeline – still coughing and sputtering from her mother’s cum – onto the floor. To Adele’s surprise, the five-year-old then pulled out the very same custom gag from her little asshole. The woman had been so engrossed with hearing about Ursa’s match that she hadn’t even realized that the girl had inserted it. Siam pressed the plastic turd – now coated in actual fecal material – back into the baby’s mouth.
Yvonne leaned over to Adele’s ear. “Siam’s birthday is coming up in a few weeks. It’s a surprise, but we’re going to stage another fight, and then when Siam wins, I’m going to let her shit on Maddy for real.”
The image of a hovering Siam pushing out a large, soft turd smashing against the baby’s screaming mouth and face immediately flashed inside of Adele’s mind.
With a smile and a sigh, Yvonne added “It’ll mean so much to her to get to perform a victory just like Ursa did.”
A single hope went through Adele’s mind after hearing those details: that she would be there to see it when it happened.
“So, how did my boys do?” Theresa asked pleasantly.
“Wonderful,” Arlene replied, now wearing only a panty-less garter on her withered and wrinkled form. She then turned to the three lads and said “I just hope you’ll look this old snowbird up again once you start shooting that spunk of yours.”
All three prepubescents replied enthusiastically, each very happy with all the dry orgasms that the woman had given them.
Theresa and Yvonne both dressed and left along with their children. Adele then turned to her mother.
“Where is Ursa? I was a bit surprised that she wasn’t here, too.”
“Helen has her. She’s down in Miami somewhere, fighting a match right now.”
Adele wished that she could see her daughter, but at the same time, not knowing exactly where she was at that moment was also a bit thrilling.
“T-tell me how she does, ok?”
Arlene made a condescending noise and glared at her daughter. “So, you still think that Kidfights are all the rage, eh?”
Adele gave a sigh and said “I do,” still even then, surprised to hear herself admit it.
“Well, you had best adjust your mental preparedness for next week then,” Adele said as she walked towards the front door.
“Why? What is next week?”
“Next week, is when your eyes will be feasted to the return of Bitch Wrestling.”
THE END OF CHAPTER SEVEN