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Writer: Regis
Subject: THE LADIES’ SPORT 5
Story Codes: Erotic Horror
Synopsis: Thoroughbred Park was a private race track, where gamblers got sexual thrills as well as the chance to gamble on high-stakes horse races, as well as other competitions, which the two eager young businesswomen had heard about. Nothing was for certain, but their curiosity was piqued, so they found their way to the private track, where, at the very least, the jockeys rode naked. They discovered at a private party following the racing that there was another sport on which to wager, one far more outrageous and thrilling, in which society women got naked, and rode either end of a long double-ended dildo, attempting to hurt each other, a sport in which there was a gonad-damaging professional level. They wrangled an invitation to the ultra-private after party where they were able to get involved at a painfully intimate level, cunt to dildo-stuffed cunt. Gamblers bet on which woman was able to make the other scream first, and on which cunt would be the first to give up. This was both exciting and dangerous.
The Ladies’ Sport 5
Lying in front of an attentive audience, Andra had grasped Sharri’s wrists, and they ground their hips together, driving the dildo between them deeper than it would naturally go. She could feel it pushing against the back end of her vaginal sheath, against that thick pad that housed her cervix, the entry for semen to take to her uterus, to reach her ovaries.
The probing end of the shaft felt more invasive, more demanding than she remembered at the party. There had been too many new sensations for her to notice everything, but this pressing of the dildo felt more filling and exciting than she remembered. She was just warming to it when Mr. Bazooka instructed them to get off
the mat, and prepare for the kick device.
The idea was so inviting that she did not object to the interruption. She and Sharri had got into the harness, and had then resumed their positions on the table top. She remembered they had
hesitated with the intimidating size of the big kick dildo, but the daughters of the industrialist had reassured them.
The two experienced ladies had even helped them open their vaginas to the imposing device. Mr. Bazooka had them squirm on the big shaft once it was fully implanted in their sex organs. He told them to twist and work it in as deeply as they could, until they felt the end against their cervix.
Both girls had been surprised at how far the device moved after they were convinced it had filled them completely. When they had worked it in deeply, and discovered the amount of mobility they had while impaled on the big shaft, Mr. Bazooka connected their straps to hold them in place, and had them take hold of the strap handles.
When they had tugged on the straps to pull themselves tightly together, their organs were still more than eighteen inches apart. As they lay there, with their cunts pulled as far onto the shaft as they would go, he fitted their right feet into the stirrups, attached by the short chains to the middle of the shaft.
He had told them to tighten the chains, pushing the device as hard as they could without kicking. The trainer had let them mount the big kick device, but had stopped short at letting them kick each other with it. He had explained that as true novices at the kick fights, they had to get themselves kicked inside their wombs for the first time on stage.
He explained it was something like being virgins, the audience liked it better that way. Instead, he had them grasp the handles on the straps, and pull at each other, as they had on the more traditional double dildo. They were getting the feel of the thing, so they could handle it when they were released into the ring at the gambling hall.
Andra thought it felt great to have the pressure of the stout shaft applied so firmly to the back of her stuffed cunt, and she was tempted to kick it as if Sherri were on the other end, just to see what it felt like, but there was no way she wanted to put at risk her amateur novice status.
As Andra was remembering the thrill of lying on the training pad
harnessed into the bizarre device, the man who had brought her to the green room entered, this time followed by Sharri. They smiled and waved at each other, but said nothing. There was nothing to say.
They had been so bold as to commit to this enticingly outrageous sport, and yet were not yet completely sure what they had committed to. Sharri had almost not come tonight, she was so unsure, but the drive was too strong, and now here she was. At this stage it would be almost impossible to back out.
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Sherri saw how nervous Andra looked, and wondered if she looked as uncertain herself. Before she had time to think too much about it, the man told them to get ready. “The girls here will help you. It’s just like you did at the training session. Just don’t forget to warm yourselves up good.”
He left, and the other girls, the professionals, smiled knowingly.
“He ain’t just kidding!” said Nancy. “You gotta warm your pussies up real good, or you’ll never get yourselves on that big ramrod, ‘specially the first time! You can use these spare lockers for your clothes, if you want to.”
“We have to undress before we go out there?” Sharri asked. She had found it much easier getting undressed before strangers than she had expected, but was not sure she could handle walking into a room full of people she had never met while buck naked, with all of them watching her.
“Go ahead, it ain’t gonna be that tough,” one of the other girls said. “Remember, they got nothing to do here tonight if you don’t do your thing! You’re the one that makes the difference, so just get into the harness, and walk right out there as if you’re the one who’s in charge!”
That made the two new participants feel a bit better, and they disrobed. Nancy got the two pair of harnesses straightened out, and within minutes they had them strapped over their shoulders and around their waists. The professionals made sure the belts were fastened extra tight, and the new level of pressure surprised both novices.
This equipment was a little different than what they had trained in so briefly that evening two nights ago. The big kick dildo was already on the stage. They were fitted with the stirrup-like cuffs as they were being prepared in the green room. Nancy told them the chains on the dildo had clips that would be fitted onto the cuffs when they were in position.
“You novices all have to work the game in bare feet,” Nancy explained. “We pros get to wear spike heeled boots, but those are too dangerous for novices to wear. You might kick your opponent, and that could get nasty, especially if she tries to kick you back! You two gotta go out there into the ring as naked as
the day you was born!”
Sharri and Andra were advised by the other, more experienced women, to masturbate. They hesitated, embarrassed at the immodest suggestion. It had been one thing to writhe on their backs on the table tops in mutual ecstasy, but quite another to just play with themselves with their hands with others watching.
“Come on, honey,” Nancy said, “you don’t wanna get out there and find yourself so dry you can’t even load the weapon! They don’t use no toy dildo for these kick matches, you know! Even for the training sessions, they don’t use nothin’ like these big boys them gamblers insists on!”
Sharri and Andra put their hands over their naked organs, and began gingerly massaging their clits delicately with their fingers. Like all people, both masturbated before going to sleep each night, but neither had done so with people watching and cheering them on as they fingered themselves.
“Come on, sugar, you can do better than that!” one of the others said. “There ain’t no time for no foreplay, you gotta get it on with yourself, them gamblers is ready and waitin’ to see you do your cunt trick out there!”
The girls looked at each other. They suddenly wondered what they had got themselves into. They were going to have to walk out there with their vaginas obviously in full heat. These true professionals did not treat the sport with the romantic respect they had imagined.
They talked about the event almost as if it were nothing more than a business. The two rubbed their dry pussies with more passion, only because of the humiliating encouragement of these low-class women. Nancy and one of the other girls s tightened the belts another notch.
“You don’t want these slipping when you’ve finished the compulsory set, and the free-for-all starts,” Nancy said. “That’s when you can get yourselves hurt if the equipment isn’t right!”
“How do we know when to start?” Sharri asked.
“The referee will stand behind one of you when he blows the whistle. If you can see him, you get the first kick! If you can’t see him, you’ll for sure know when you’ve been kicked, so you just kick back. Don’t take a kick ’til you’re good and ready, ’cause you gotta take turns. Brace your cunt when you see a kick coming, ‘else it’ll hurt like hell!”
The girls were so excited they were hardly listening, but he continued with his instructions as if they were important to the two novices. “You keep taking turns until you hear the whistle. Most of the girls count, because it helps them endure the kicking, but they lose count after the first ten or so anyway, so you might as well just listen for the whistle.
When it blows, you can give her shit, no holds barred, until she cries ‘stop!’ twelve times! The ref’ll let you know when she’s done twelve screams. And if you give up, remember you don’t get to kick any more. If you do, next time they’ll line you up with a grand champ and you’ll be ‘way out-classed! Those bitches can kick your cunt to hell and back before you can even cock your leg! So don’t fuckin’ cheat! Good luck!”
The door was opened, and they were pushed out into the gambling room by the other girls. Their faces were flushed with embarrassment and excitement as they stood naked before all of these strangers, their cuntlips flared and their clits erect from the vigorous masturbation. The room was full of gamblers, and they were surprised that several of them were women.
The gamblers were dressed as if they were out for a night at the opera. This was no ordinary gambling den. It was a first-class facility, with only first-class clientele. Both of the girls were impressed at the opulence and class of both the establishment and its guests.
Clearly the gamblers were also impressed. They applauded the two well-built novice nudes as they made their way between roulette tables and card tables to the raised platform in the center of the room. The tables were all closed, as the feature gaming of the evening, a cuntfight between these two naked novices, was about to begin.
The referee stood on the raised platform. He was a real stud, wearing only tight leather pants and black boots. His erect penis was out, and clearly visible on the highly polished leather of his indecent pants. He also wore a white collar and a black tie. On his wrists were white cuffs.
No shirt, just the collar and cuffs. He wore them proudly, and by the scale of his rigid erection, his pride was well justified. He had an immaculately developed body, with a slim waist, and full muscle toning on his back, stomach and chest. He was a real hunk, and the girls were suitably impressed.
Sharri was surprised to see that the surface of the platform on which they would perform was padded leather. The demonstration they had seen was on glass and the training they had done was on carpet. The crowd of gamblers gave them a very narrow passage as they moved toward the ring.
Andra was glad to feel the warmth in the room. She knew that she would be less likely to shiver from nervousness if the room was warm. The girls climbed up a carpeted stairway to the tiny six-foot square ring, and bending open the ropes, the naked novices climbed in.
Sharri realized that by bending forward to get through the ropes, she was flashing her naked pussy and anus at the crowd while climbing in, but these people were going to get a good look at her most intimate parts anyway before the event was over anyway. They were here to ogle cunt, so they might as well have at it.
She had spent last evening getting herself ready, and had carefully shaved her mound, as well as the sides of her vulva and the hollow around her rectum, so that she would look her best when she performed. It was the way the girls in the men’s magazines groomed themselves for their photo sessions, and she wanted to look as attractive as possible.
She noticed that Andra had done the same. They really did think alike. The dildo startled them. It lay at the referee’s feet, on display for the admiring gamblers. The ends that would be inserted in their cunts were more than three inches across! This was an impressive fuck instrument!
They were both going to get hammered tonight! As they had been instructed to do, the girls postured and posed for the gamblers, showing their physiques to their best advantage. Although they were not real body builders, they had both worked out regularly at the fitness center, and were in good shape.
By making a fist and bending her arm in the traditional way, Sharri was able to raise the biceps and triceps on her arms. Andra threw back her buttocks and strained her legs, thrusting her vulva forward, and showing the muscle development of her lower body, giving her kicking power.
Then she astounded Sharri when she spread her legs, bent her knees and raised up onto her tiptoes to show the development of her gorgeous legs. She did not have the bulk of a body builder, but she showed she also did not have the fat that most girls her age carried.
The muscles were well defined when she strained them, and revealed she would have good kicking power for a novice. Sharri got onto her tiptoes as well, and strutted around the platform to display her great legs. The audience applauded the two gutsy ladies for their shameless exhibitionism.
Although this kind of posturing and strutting was expected of the professionals, it was rare and refreshing to see such a fine pair of big breasted young novices behaving like a pair of wanton harlots at their first show. The betting was on to see if either of them would spread open her vagina for them before she started to mount the device.
It was no contest. When Andra got her fingers into her cunt and pulled her most private organ wide open for the strangers, Sharri quickly followed her degenerate example. If they were going to get a full-time job, they would have to be as daring as they could be. It wasn’t too awful to get the job.
After all, it wasn’t as if these were people who knew them. The presence of the wealthy industrialist who owned the private club, and the encouragement from his beautiful daughters, who stood right outside the ring, was reassuring. It told them that their behavior was not only completely acceptable by these people, but that it was expected, to make the evening’s entertainment more exciting.
THE END OF CHAPTER FIVE