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Writer: Regis
Subject: KONFLIKT 6
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 6
The losing male mount would be eviscerated alive by his opponent’s rider, as he was being buggered. The other rider would already be dead, by losing the sporting joust. It turned out that both the client and his guests were big on the sport of gutting people alive.”
“Wow!” Hallie said, “Your client would spend all this money, wasting kids and expensively altered men, just for a show for his own clients?”
“Absolutely! And the cost is really miniscule, if you look at the big picture. The total cost of the evening was tiny compared to his gain. He was using the event to impress clients, and to get contracts signed. As it turns out, he did very well with this one.
“That night he signed agreements with the Russian Mafia and an Arab Prince to handle more than thirty-seven billion dollars, at a two percent signing fee, which comes to three quarters of a billion, and with personal costs such as the cost of producing the show plus his personal commission of one percent, he did just fine.
“He is the sole owner of his bank, and realizes all profits. He also operates with very little overhead, and a tiny staff. The kind of banking he does is in his circles politely called background banking, which means he must remain invisible, since his primary business is to launder huge sums to make it clean.
“He also charges a ten percent handling fee to process funds in large quantities, which he does by buying and selling on international currency exchanges, creating an invisible or hidden trail. The prick is not really a banker, but a fucking money launderer.”
“Did he have both the studs killed that night?”
She found the thought fascinating.
“Let me get to that. Both men wore boots that came up to mid-calf but these were not usual boots. The foot portion was stiff and forced the wearer to arch his foot, so that he stood on tip toe without a heel. The boots were near the color of the men’s flesh, but the bottom was a broad curve, painted black so that it very nearly resembled a horse hoof.
“These boots were joined at the ankle by a stout steel rod that forced their legs apart to provide an excellent view of their arching erections and painfully bound testicles. Their lack of arms for balance was one thing, but by booting and manacling them in this fashion they were guaranteed to be unstable mounts.
“With their arms removed and their ankles hobbled with that long bar, it would be a challenge for the men and for their naked young riders to manage to keep upright and able to fight. Teamwork was essential, and they had practiced riding together for a week prior to the bout. How well they learned to cooperate was still to be seen.
“The young girls came into the pit and approached their male mounts. One of the girls was a pale skinned redhead with her long hair beautifully coifed above her head, with luxurious curls hanging down to her shoulders by each cheek to frame her gorgeous face.
“The other was a strawberry blonde with her hair short in a pixie cut, and she was well tanned. This was a common practice of matching girls with contrasting appearance for the simplest recognition factor, important when there was wagering. Neither had yet developed breasts.
“They were well matched in physique, both of them slender but with a sturdy build, and both very fit. The wore calf-length high-heeled boots mounted with spurs. Their left heel had a long spiked rotating spur, while the right heel had a simple but vicious single blade, bright edged from recent sharpening.
Their rectums and vaginas had been lightly lubricated, and when lifted by their handlers they endured the painful mounting process silently as the brass shafts took their weight and found their way into the girls’ depths until both were fully mounted.
“Then the chains dangling from the testicle collar of each naked little girl rider’s human stallion were linked to hoops on the girls’ boots, so that by kicking they could jerk on the collars and cause further distress to their muscular male mount’s already painfully stretched scrotums.
“The wives of two of the wealthy men in the audience asked to be allowed into the pit, and permission was granted. They got down onto their knees in the sand, and the nude girls riding the naked men were instructed to move their mounts over to them.
“One was on one side of the Hispanic girl who had drawn her own lower intestine out to satisfy the crowd, and the other woman was on her other side. She was still slightly quivered in her death throes as the naked armless men approached the kneeling women, their large rigid penises at head level.
“The Women opened their eager mouths, and grasping the enlarged organs, thrust the cockheads into their mouths, almost in unison. They savored the pre-ejaculation fluid, and pumped the huge stiff shafts with their fists to encourage more semen production.
“The women reluctantly left the pit, as instructed, because it was time for the girls to begin their deadly battle. The ladies had done a service to the rest of the crowd, as they had got the men producing semen, and their ejaculation continued as the girls heel-chains tugged at their scrotums.
“The impatient girls mounted on the brass shaft saddles kicked their spurs into the men’s buttocks and jerked on the reins, pulling them away from the eagerly sucking women. The women reluctantly got to their feet and exited the pit, returning to their seats to see the action about to explode in the death pit.
“The handlers passed each mounted girl a two-foot stick, not unlike a mace, but instead of a spiked ball on the end, each had attached a two-foot length of chain with a cutting edge, designed for use on a chain saw, but which would serve perfectly for this application.
“They were going to fight each other with them. These lengths of chain with sharp saw teeth would bend forward and back easily, but would not twist, so that very accurate blows could be placed on the flesh of their opponent, once the girls had mastered their use.
“A high degree of skill, rapidly obtained, would be critical to winning the fight. These two little hellcats were primed and ready. The handlers released them, and with the reigns in one hand and their weapon in the other, the groin-mounted naked little girls kicked their sharp spurs.
“They dug viciously into the bare hips of their nude human stallions, the men lurched forward and the fight was on. The weapons chosen were perfect for such close quarters as the death-pit afforded. The first blows the little ladies delivered were relatively harmless.
“The struck each other with the dull side and edges of the chains. They quickly saw the effect and adjusted their approach, with devastating results. The sharp side of the vicious chains dug small bits of meat from the arms and backs of the screaming little girls.
“They also dug deeply into the ribs and chests of the armless muscular men. The big male mounts were finding it difficult to control movement with no arms to use for balance. They also had difficulty with the hoofed boots that forced them onto their toes.
“Making things worse was the constant jerking on their large constrained testicles with the jolting of the chains to the girls’ ankles, and the painful digging of the sharp spurs into their thighs and buttocks.
“The girls were learning new skills as riders, and getting in increasingly damaging blows to their opponent and her mount. The incessant jerking of the chains to their scrotums from the girls kicking heels had the men ejaculating at least every twenty seconds, proving the value of the triple doses of Cialis they had swallowed before entering the death pit.
“The lashing of the sharp chain-whips were beginning to take their toll on the nude young riders, as both young girls were bleeding profusely from their cris-crossing flesh wounds. It was a scene you would have loved to observe, particularly with the men’s harnessed nuts being so severely strained.”
“It sounds absolutely delicious! Adult armless naked men serving as horses for fighting little girls! Are those the youngest girls that you get involved in your sports,” asked Hallie, “I mean they just get to fight when they reach nine, or eight, or whatever?”
“We have had girls as young as seven fight each other, and I understand a dozen six-year-olds were given heavy forty-fives for a gun battle in our Macao casino, a ‘shoot ’til you drop, last cuntlet standing’ kind of affair, but that was an exception, just to see if it was true fucking Orientals will bet on anything. They will and do.
“The guests who appreciate little girls involved in extreme violence often like to see something of the beginning of maturity, such as an eight or nine-year-old having the beginning of a woman’s legs, slender ankles and feet, and a set of beautifully rounded buttocks, for instance.
“The major exception is the cherubs we use, cute fat little kiddies, but they are mainly used in private shows just as props, chubby little three-year-olds who’s mothers we have recruited and taken the little kiddies as a bonus. Their real use for us will develop when they reach eight or nine.
“There is another category that happens only in our special Maternity Clubs, more commonly referred to as the Sprog Dropping Clubs, and there are only four of those in the world. The young girls who participate are pre-teen, as young as eight or nine, so have not yet reached puberty.
“They have been impregnated as a side-effect of performing in our rape and fornication shows, for people who love to see young girls involuntarily copulating with naked studs. Once they’ve been recruited, we use hormones to get the little girls ready to conceive.
“In these casinos we present fights between ripely pregnant young girls, it’s striking to see such youngsters with huge bellies, and we induce them before they enter the ring. They usually deliver during the fight because of the harsh brutality in the ring, or die trying.
“It takes a special gambler to enjoy that kind of action, with pre-teen mothers killing each other’s baby as they are delivered, and usually each other, but in our organization absolutely everything is available for a price, and we provide it, to their delight and our profit.
“We have found sufficient interest around the world for that kind of action to keep four facilities in operation exclusively featuring that child birthing fights. Those who like it flock to the doors, and all four casinos are regularly sold out. We were surprised to discover women were great fans of these highly unusual competitions.”
“I would think a new mother would not want to harm another mother to be, nor her baby.”
“Under normal circumstances that’s probably true, but we don’t present these very young preggies with circumstances anything like normal. Each believes the other is out to kill her about-to-be-delivered baby, and believe me, these young ladies will do anything to survive.
“A seasoned death-fighter will do to protect her own sprog, and these kids are no different. They’ll do anything to win in the ring, while they’re naked in front of a screaming crowd of gamblers, including kill the other cunt’s infant before hers is killed. That’s the nature of the game.
“The truth is ours is quite a delightful sport, and our monthly events aboard ship are quite spectacular. If birthing battles are your thing, we’re going to be introducing them as soon as the little darlings we’ve got in the system are ready to deliver.
Watching pregnant eight and nine-year-old naked girls fight in a sprog-dropping competition is something special, and only qualified, properly vetted guests get to attend these spectacular events. They work amazingly well for our audiences in SE Asia, and always draw sell-out crowds.
THE END OF CHAPTER SIX