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Writer: Regis
Subject: KONFLIKT 5
Synopsis: Konflikt is a code name easily recognized as having to do with fighting, and when fight fans see it, their interest is immediately raised. This works particularly well when there is a faint background image supporting fighting, such as boxers in a fight ring. What moves the prospective audience in the right direction is the inclusion of key words that have to do with children, nudity, aggression and perhaps even weapons. People who look for that kind of action quickly join the dots, and the result can be a full arena. The competitions are always extreme, and they are often not designed for the competitors to survive. For survivors, go to television For intentional ‘accidents’ that are frequently fatal, check out the Konflikt fights. Naked men, women and children are involved, though seldom together, and the outcome is frequently satisfyingly deadly.
Story Codes: Erotic Horror, Violence, Young Ones, Snuff
Konflikt 5
“How did they use the twin boys?” Hallie asked.
“They were both blonde, identical twins. They were twelve years old, very attractive fine-featured boys who were very athletic. In the six weeks they were in our possession prior, we had given them an intensive hormone treatment that moved them into adolescence, so to speak.
“With the treatment, they were now both capable of producing raging erections and extensive ejaculations. The only thing that was needed beyond the therapy was to clean away the curly hair that grew on their groins and armpits because of the hormones.
“During the treatment period they were trained in the art of accurate swinging of swords, and they split in half hundreds of squash in their training. On the night of their performance they entered the death pit with their beautiful nude bodies pumped full of stimulants and Cialis, and an unusual objective locked into their minds.
“It was the only event that evening for which gambling was involved, so the identical twins were differentiated by one wearing a red cloth strip around his right arm, and his twin brother wore a yellow cloth in the same position. The audience was going to bet on their reflexes and accuracy as separate items.
“The boys stood patiently, both naked, as the ring was prepared. Their penises arching in firm erection under the influence of their hormones and three Cialis each. There were a pair of vertical wooden shafts standing up four feet out of the sand.
“On the end of each post stood a light-yellow squash, about six inches in diameter, and both had a bright red line painted around it horizontally. Each boy was given a sharp sword, and instructed to prepare. They held them over their shoulders, ready to swing the vicious weapons.
“A buzzer sounded, and before the sound had gone the blades were swung through the squash, slicing them cleanly in half very near the line, and the top halves fell to the sand. The squash were replaced with balsa wood logs the same size as the squash and also with a red line round their girth.
“The boys lifted their swords, waited for the signal, and the buzzer sounded again. In a flash both swords swung, and almost too close to call the blades sliced cleanly through the balsa wood and the tops fell. Again, the cuts were very close to the line.
“The pieces of severed squash and balsa wood were passed among the audience to let them examine the accuracy the naked twin boys had demonstrated. While they considered how they would wager and placed their bets, the boys demonstrated the sharpness of their swords.
“First the boy with the red tag placed his blade against his brother’s lower lip, sharp side up, and slowly slid it downward around the smooth chin and down across the throat, then down over his chest, pressing enough that the blade pressed into the flesh, but was facing the wrong way to cut it.
“He moved it down across the tight abs of the youth’s flat stomach and across and slowly down to the hairless bass of the boy’s raging erection. He grasped the penis in his hand, and placing the blade below the hairless testicles, lifted them forward and up so that they bulged.
“The nude boys were displaying their perfect form and considerable genital size for such youths. Keeping the stiff penis firmly in his grasp, he brought the sharp edge of the blade into contact with the flared head, then gently drew it no more than half an inch.
“The gentle and practiced scratch drew a single drop of blood. The audience was impressed. During their training they had practiced this move on a couple of middle-aged men who were in the organization’s employ who were no longer of value.
“Both of these men were destined to go to the soup kitchens as meat, but first they were bound in the training area and sacrificed their penises to the training of these boys. The boy with his penis nicked now placed his sword against the lower lip of has twin brother as had been done to him.
“The entire procedure was repeated, to the delight of the audience, who surmised they were about to witness the boys totally neutering each other. The remaining wood was removed from the vertical posts, revealing the heads of the post were gently tapered to a rounded point.
“The boys swords were taken from them, they were lifted and their rectums lowered onto the posts, which were no more than three feet apart. The height of the posts forced the end to insert itself more than a foot into their torsos as their weight came onto it before their toes reached the sand.
“The two lads had to stand on tiptoes to keep the shafts in their colons from piercing through the bend in their large intestine. They were immobilized in terms of moving toward or away from each other because of the fixed shafts, but could turn at will.
The handlers had one more task to complete: each boy had a narrow red line painted carefully around his neck, and the audience gasped as they now fully grasped what was certain to take place. The nude boys stood facing each other, their beautifully firm hairless erections pulsing.
Each of the naked twins took the sharp swords handed him by their handlers who then left them alone in death pit, and they raised the vicious weapons over their shoulders, twisting so that they looked each other directly in the eye over their left shoulder.
“Weapons ready!” came a powerful voice over the PA in a needless command,
The tips of the blades moved slightly in tiny circles.
“Fifteen – – – – fourteen – – – – thirteen – – ”
The numbers were not a countdown by seconds, but were instead five seconds apart, enhancing the anticipation in the pit and in the stands.
” – – eleven – – – – ten – – – – nine – – -”
The first of the boys showed the gleam of moisture at the slot of his penis, and both were breathing shallowly.
” – – seven – – – – six – – – – five – – ”
The red ribbon twin’s erection bucked twice, then spurted out a small burst of semen.
Before four sounded, his brother responded in kind.
” – – three – – .”
Both boys were now ejaculating spurts of cum that arched to splash onto the sand. The counting stopped, anticipation rearing up with the silence.
“The sleek muscular torsos of the youths were gleaming with sweat, and suddenly the buzzer broke the stillness. With startling swiftness, the long blades swung through the air, and simultaneously sliced through the pair of slender necks. Triple jets of blood spurted into the air before the two severed heads struck the sand.
“Heels struck the sand, both sets of knees bent, and the twin torsos slowly descended until their spread buttocks reached the sand, and the pointed heads of the two posts emerged through the stumps of their necks. Both rigid pricks were still spurting their last production of semen.
The audience cheered, screamed and some vomited as they absorbed the shocking violence of the incredibly well-staged act. It was rare that a simultaneous kill was achieved with the showmanship these boys displayed.”
“How the hell did they get the twin boys to do that to each other?” Hallie asked.
“That’s a reasonable question, and I have no idea. That’s the way the act unfolded. I know you would have enjoyed being there to witness an act I think is as good as it gets!”
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“After the little blonde had won and the gutted nigress was properly dispatched with the a shot of rock salt up the ass with the referee’s pistol, the next contest had been between a pair of Hispanic girls no more than twelve years old from the client’s home city.
“The beautiful brown-skinned girls screamed incessantly as the fought, and their hysterical high-pitched voices bounced over the Plexiglas as they pummeled each other with batons wrapped in razor wire, spraying the plastic shield with generous amounts of blood with each swing of their vicious weapons.
“They sliced each other up until they were more red than brown, and their endurance was remarkable. It was more than fifteen minutes before one of them met the objective of driving her baton deep into her downed opponent’s rectum and then pulling it out.
“With a carefully positioned row of hooks on the baton, released by a thumb-button, it brought with it the young girl’s pale pink colon, followed by a long snake of her intestine. The winner was startled when, instead of freedom, she had simply earned the right to sit on her opponent’s baton and repeat the novel butt-gutting on herself!
“The audience was delighted to see her obediently sitting on the baton that slid up her ass. It was driven more than a foot into her colon, and when she stood she pulled it out, along with a trail of her gleaming intestines, as well as rolled logs of her shit.
“When she was finished with the painful self-immolation, she went down and lay, like her opponent, writhing in the sand, heaving her exposed pulsing cuntlet between spread legs as they both slowly bled to death, while the second event commenced.
“Those beautiful young nude Nicaraguan girls convulsing, with tails of their own entrails distended from their rectums, writhing in the blood and gore-stained sand, afforded a wonderful sight, providing a suitable subtext to the bizarre action that followed.
“The banker had bought a pair of powerfully developed male bodybuilders in Hamburg, a blonde Swede and a burgundy Nigger. We had them converted to mounts for fighting women to ride. The Swede had a mane of blonde hair, shaved clean on the sides of his head, and the Nigger had his hair braided into tight dreadnoughts.
“Our surgeons had removed their arms at the shoulder with a hollow rather than stumps, because for their purpose arms would just be in the way. The incredibly well-developed biceps and triceps from the removed arms were used to build up their penises to quadruple the size.
“The transplant of muscle, because the recipient was also the donor, caused no rejection response, and the skilled surgeons made huge and permanently erect phalluses for each man. These human stallions were prepared for the match by ingesting three Cialis.
“This chemical enhancement ensured their cleanly shaved and greatly enhanced genitals would remain in full rigid erection during the event, ready to produce their white liquid product on demand. Both had proven capable of producing massive ejaculations.
“The two human stallions were brought into the pit through the single opening in the Plexiglas wall that led to the holding area behind the stands. They were taken by their handlers to opposite sides of the pit where the members of the audience could inspect them.
“At this event there was no wagering, but the audience was fully attentive to the sport with which many were familiar and all had been cleared to witness. The fully erect enlarged penises of the human stallions were moist at the tip, showing their interest.
“The Nigger’s penis was dripping smegma, his sticky pre-ejaculation fluid, and the Swede’s bobbing shaft also showed a glimmer at the tip. The Cialis was doing its work. Thick veins stood up along their stout curved shafts, demonstrating their state of readiness.
“Each of these big men had been given injections to further increase the size of their already enhanced penises and testicles, so that their organs were the size and proportions of those of stallions in full rut.
“All of their rear teeth had been removed, allowing them to wear a special bridle with reigns, with a post that fit through holes drilled in each cheek and a spiked tongue depressor, a cruel variation of a horse bridle and bit. Our intent was to make pain a major element in their remaining lives.
“The men were fitted with broad leather collars that had a stout strap that hung two-thirds the way down their backs, where they attached to a tightly fitted belt that followed the line of their lower ribs around front to their sternum then up to connect to the front of their collars.
“On the lower eight inches of the strap that ran down their backs was a long brass plate riveted securely in place, that bore a pair of stout long brass posts that curved upward. The upper post was three inches thick and eight inches long, to be inserted into the naked rider’s vagina.
The lower post was two inches thick and fourteen inches long, positioned to go up into the colon. Onto these posts would be mounted their naked riders, women who would take a post up into their rectums and vaginas to hold them aboard as they fought each other to the death.
In this instance the riders were not women, but ten-year-old girls from our stable, both with more than a dozen fights behind them, including several kills. They had come through the program I have just talked about, and were introduced by their mothers, both now currently fighters in our casinos in Puerto Rick and Hamburg.
The muscular male mounts wore brass testicle collars that painfully distended and swelled the gonads. They wore tiny girdles around their scrotum that stretched it to four inches long when fully laced up, pushing their testicles to bulge obscenely at the bottom.
On each side of the long nut collars was a ring from which hung a three-foot chain. A short third chain held a ten-pound weight that pulled their already highly stressed ball sack impossibly far down. It was a sight to see, and forced their penises to stand high, pointing straight up.
Both men were fully aware of the outcome that would follow, depending upon which of their riders was victorious. The looser would serve as the winner’s bride, getting his asshole reamed with a solid fuck. The plan was that the muscular belly of the man mounted by his rival would be ripped open by the winning and dismounted little girl rider.
THE END OF CHAPTER FIVE