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Writer: Regis
Subject: THE LADIES’ SPORT 10
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 10
“The Boss insisted he be castrated right there and then, to make sure he went through with his bargain. Part of his estate was a complete harem of European and Indian women. The Boss got them all. He had two of the Sultan’s wives suck up his penis and balls until he was ready to cum, then had another of the wives slit open his ball sack, and cut out the large oysters.
Those stories of Arab soldier’s making the ultimate sacrifice is true. He shot his load just as his balls were sliced off. That was an incredible sight. It proved to be a very profitable vacation for the boss.”
“They did all that, with the Boss’s daughters watching?” Sharri stared at Andra, who stared back in disbelief. “My God, those two girls have seen it all, haven’t they?”
“What did the Boss wager?” Sharri asked. “It must have been something very special to him.”
“It was,” their host responded, “He wagered his daughters.”
Sharri and Andra blanched. The powerful industrialist obviously played for keeps. As they spoke, the Sultan pulled the little woman’s head back, and she opened her mouth as wide as she could, to receive the head of his massive cock. The look on her face said she was eager to take this monstrous prick into her mouth.
He grabbed her breasts, squeezing them like soft rubber handles, and with a single mighty thrust, drove his penis into her until the head lodged securely in her throat. He had her so stuffed with his raging erection that she could not breathe. Andra gasped at the brutality she was witnessing, and realized at the same time that the little masochistic woman wanted to be brutalized like this.
She was like a rag doll, being fucked at one end, and fucked at the other. She was totally mastered by the two men, and loved every raunchy second of it. This highly attractive petite young woman was in her element, and was thriving in the sexual humiliation she was experiencing.
The huge penis of the naked Sultan was only a quarter inserted, with its flared head lodged in her throat. When she was about to pass out from lack of air, he jerked the massive organ out of her mouth, and the referee pulled out of her cunt. The two men switched positions.
She gasped for air as the referee lined up his manageable penis before her gaping mouth, and the Sultan nestled the head of his mammoth penis in the warm damp vestibule of her well fucked
little cunt. The massive organ spread the little pussy lips wide.
As one, the two men thrust into her.
The referee drove his long penis deep into her throat, and the bulge in her neck showed its progress. At the same instant, the Sultan thrust hard, driving his ramrod to her full depths, and
nearly half of the impressive shaft was still visible. He was so thick that her little cunt was stretched to the limit,. and the thrust forced her mouth open wide, allowing the referee his deepest penetration.
The two men jerked their hips in opposition at either end of the small lady, and she spread her legs as wide as possible, then kicked them in spasms of ecstasy in an attempt to engulf even more of the Sultan’s massive weapon. It was in the middle of this violent sexual demonstration that the police burst into the club.
Sharri and Andra were shocked, but it happened so fast
ther was no opportunity to ask how a raid was possible with the protection of top city officials. They were separated, and were unceremoniously bundled into police vans before they could protest their innocence.
At the police station Andra and Sharri were fingerprinted and photographed, then charged as lewd entertainers, along with several club employees. They found themselves in a large prison holding cell with several prostitutes and other unsavory females,
and were kept there for more than four hours.
Then they were escorted across the street to the court house, and appeared before a judge. They were trembling with fear when they were called to stand before the bench. That was when the lawyer appeared. He was tall and sophisticated looking, and wore a thousand-dollar suit.
The lawyer spoke privately to the judge, then wrote a check to cover their bail. As he escorted them out of the building and
into his limousine, he explained that some ambitious young police sergeant had got carried away with his new authority, and had become over-zealous in his fight against prurient entertainment.
The lawyer explained that although the young cop had already been demoted back to a street beat on a technicality, he had caused problems that would be difficult to deal with. Without upper level approval, the new sergeant had involved the Moral Majority lobbyists who had been present at the raid, and had brought along the press.
The barrister explained he had succeeded in keeping their photographs from being published, but at a cost. Both girls understood they would have to lay low. The lawyer told them
he could not assure them that their photos would not be printed along with their names in relation to that raid.
He convinced the girls that it would be best for them to remain under the protection of the industrialist, and that they should stay in the gambling club’s dormitories for a few weeks, until the matter could be cleared up. Otherwise, he explained, they might face severe prison sentences.
He said there was no way he could prove they had not performed indecent sex acts in that club, as sex acts were in progress when the raid had started. He explained to them that there was a real danger they could be found guilty and sent to prison. They believed him.
They were impressed with the facilities that had been built for
accommodating performers at the secret gambling club. They were also surprised that most of the fighters they had seen there were living right on the premises. The women were lounging around in a comfortable TV room, which was much more lavish than either Sharri or Andra could ever afford.
They were confident they would be safe here, out of circulation, and out of reach of either the police or reporters. It was hard to believe their fortunes had turned so fast, but they were glad they had the protection of the wealthy industrialist when they most needed it.
They had no idea the raid had been staged to frighten them, and to put them under his direct control. Andra was startled when she went through the door. She was wearing spike heeled boots with matching gloves, her leather harness, and the permanent collar that identified participants as professional athletes in the notorious gambling club.
Even when she was fully dressed, the collar identified she had access to amenities. It served as a special pass, giving her some of the privileges enjoyed by paying members. She was permitted now to mix with the gamblers, wandering naked among them, providing them an opportunity to assess her physical conditioning and attitude on that particular day, to help them decide on how to wager when she went into the ring.
The collar also permitted her to have a glass of ginger ale from the bar, so long as a guest offered to buy it for her. Naked girls with collars were not allowed to buy drinks themselves, which of
course was not practical, because they had no credit, and could not carry a purse or money.
To enjoy these privileges in the bar, the girls understood they had to regularly submit to intimate physical inspection by the patrons, but that was perfectly reasonable, because the firmness of their breasts, buttocks and pubic mound often indicated the fitness of
a competitor, or her ability to absorb pain.
Her cunt was also regularly probed, as the construction of her inner vagina muscle was critical to her ability to hold the dildo, and contain its deeper penetration as it knocked against her uterus. The girls could hardly argue the rights of the gamblers to inspect and probe them to assure themselves of the woman on whose efforts they would wager their money.
Andra was due to fight in the next bout. She and her opponent were required to circulate among the crowd in harness. They postured, made rude insults to the other, then both spread their legs and raised up on tip-toe to allow the gamblers to see their muscle tone and fondle their genitalia.
They both knew a major part of the fondling and probing was to stimulate sexual arousal in the girls before the gamblers placed their bets. If the girls were getting it on, they were more likely to do well. It was a ritual Andra hated, but was one which always got her worked up as she was fingered.
She had been in the system for nearly three months now, and had amassed an impressive record as a professional kick fighter. She also understood the unwritten rules, and conformed admirably, like the best pro. What had startled her was something new in the ring. A man stood, stark naked, on his tip-toes, with his hands tied behind his back.
His back was to her, but she could see that he was clearly agitated. She was troubled by his presence, as something seemed unnatural. She tried to keep her eyes off him as she moved along the wall to the far door, pausing to pose for inspection, but her curiosity got the better of her.
As she moved further along she stole a peek. She almost fainted at what she saw. He was a young man who had been a sex dancer in one of the clubs, who had graduated to working as a movie stud, then had graduated to become a runner in the gambling business.
Andra and Sharri had heard rumors that he had been cheating the customers, but those things were hard to prove. It looked like he had been caught at it and was facing punishment. Andra quickly blanched as she realized she would be a part of his punishment. There was a noose of thick black thread secured around the head
of his fully erect penis.
It was tied to the overhead lighting grid that hung over the ring,
and it was pulling his erection so severely upward that he had to stand on tip-toes to manage the strain. What was more disturbing was what pulled in the other direction. A similar string was tied tightly around his testicle sack,
From it hung suspended by the middle section was a large kick-fighting double dildo that now served as a weight, stretching his tortured gonads severely downward. The huge dildo hung suspended more than two feet above the floor. Andra knew she
and her opponent for this upcoming match would have to mount that dildo where it hung,
They would have to lie on their sides, raising their haunches high enough to get onto it without increasing the strain on his tortured testicles and cock-head. She had heard the more experienced fighters talk about such a punishment for men, but thought they were just trying to shock her.
What was bound to happen was that even if they mounted it successfully, the two kick fighters would get so engrossed in their own competition that they would actually castrate the man during their performance. It was a terrible punishment, but thinking of that was not enough to deter Andra from engaging in the bout.
She had waited too long to get to this level to endanger her chances over pity for a man who was a cheat and who was probably also a criminal. She had not got him into this, and it was not her responsibility to protect his precious family jewels.
But then that’s another story.
THE END