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Feature Writer: Regis
Feature Title: CUNTHIA’S CHARM 10
Published: 28.10.2024
Story Codes: Young Ones, Abuse, Bestiality, Snuff
Synopsis: Alan and Cunthia had met in college, shared an interest in abnormal sex, and after marriage, developed friendships with people who were also interested in pushing their sexual boundaries. He became incredibly wealthy and developed an interest in little girls. She became known as Cunthia and became jealous of his fancy for fucking little girls. He divorced her when they were both fifty-two, bought her a home on the far side of the county in Los Angeles, and left her to pursue her interests. She did exactly that, in spades. She moved from wild parties to joining a group that held sessions with dire outcomes, and attended secret club shows where the outcome for a naked beauty, from twenty-five down to age seven, was a violent entertainment killing. She thought she had died and gone to Heaven, although it much more resembled Hell.
Cunthia’s Charm 10
Cunthia was finding her sex group a bit of a bore, because it was all about fucking, fucking, fucking, without any other stimulating action. She had been shocked at the brutality of the late-night show she had attended with her friend Madclit, particularly with the merciless hanging of the Hispanic woman, and the beating to death of her child.
The pudgy Latina cunt danced like a pig, and kept it going for nearly twenty minutes while she watched the Bronx dude pounding his fists into the little body of girl, audibly popping ribs as he worked, cum-spurting cock and big balls swinging with every punch.
He finished with a powerful blow to the head that broke both the little girl’s jaw and neck. the beating to death of her little daughter was so outrageous, and incredibly stimulating that Cunthia came like a whore. It was the first time she had witnessed the killing of a child, but she hoped not the last.
She usually had full bladder control, but during the beating had lost it repeatedly, pissing on the floor as she’d watched the inhumane treatment of those two sexual objects. The mother and her fucked little girl took it well. The mother was a worthless cunt, and the kid was an “it”, not a person to her.
The child at that theater was not a real her, just a sexy fucking “it”. That’s what made its killing something exciting, sexy, and not disturbing. Using Madclit’s trick of not seeing the subject as a person but as a disposable object worked fine, and she enjoyed the killing.
Now at the party, one of the men was riding her from behind, an approach the men in the group seemed to prefer. He was being rough with her as he nibbled on her ear lobe, then bit his teeth into it, and grasped her neck with his hands. He continued to squeeze her neck, almost to the point she had trouble breathing, he asked if she liked it.
“Yes,” she said, “But the truth is I prefer being able to watch it happen to another cunt more. That’s just my personal taste. I guess I’m not the best masochist out there. But I like to watch, and maybe even I could participate. I suppose you could call me sadistic.”
“Even to the point it could be terminal?” he asked.
She could tell from the tone of his voice he was serious.
“Well, sure, as long as it wasn’t somebody I knew that was being killed. Or at least someone I liked. Unless they wanted or deserved it.”
“I should introduce myself,” he said as he drove his cock more rapidly into her welcoming rectum, “I’m a guest here, brought by personal friends. I’m a visitor to LA, my home is in Atlanta. I have an estate north of the city, and I’ve made it into an equestrian facility. My name is Derek Crane.”
“I’m pleased to meet you, Mr. Crane, she said, quivering in orgasm as she enjoyed a deep ass fucking from the man.
Because he was behind her, she had not yet seen his face but liked his voice. He was in control of her, and she found that sexy.
Ever since she obtained her PCS for constant orgasms, she found most things to be sexy.
“The term Equestricunt is new to me,” she continued, “But it sounds a lot like you have ladies for horses! I’m a big fan of horses, they’re so big and strong, and the males have such amazing balls and penises. Don’t you think so?”
“Stallions are well equipped,” he agreed, “You look and feel like a sturdy woman. Have you ever been mounted by a horse?”
“Oh my God, what a question!” she blurted, “Do women actually have sex with horses? What a concept! Have you seen a woman being horse-fucked?”
Without warning, she was pissed at the thought. That would be so amazingly brutal!
“It is something of a stretch,” he replied, “But for the right woman, it’s entirely in line with their wishes, and yes, in fact, I did have in my stable a woman who was able to accommodate, and loved to be fucked by a stallion. That’s a very deep fuck!
“Unfortunately, once at a party at my estate, she allowed it to go too far when some of my guests persuaded her to let him mount her without the brace. She didn’t have the experience to know that exceeded her physical ability. The man who sold her to me had trained her with a brace.
“When she joined my stable and I realized her special ability, I had my foreman build a brace to take the weight of the stallion when mounted on a woman, and after several drinks, a few of my guests thought it would be fun to see if she could do it without protection. The gorgeous cunt was game, and it proved to be too much for her.”
“So the stallion’s weight was too much for her?” she asked.
“Well, that, and his length. Without the brace to restrain him, the stallion got over-excited, and although we’d had her uterus removed to take his entire penis, he managed to drive it right up into her torso, splitting her belly wide open. When we safely removed him, we found his semen up between her lungs.”
“Then she was fucked!” Cunthia observed, feeling a massive orgasm taking her, “What a way to die!”
With the constant stimulation of her vibrator, she didn’t require opioids or other drugs to appreciate the most degenerate behaviors people engaged in for sexual satisfaction and entertainment.
“I’m a sportsman, and have stock that performs very well, but few of them are horses. You’ve never heard of the Most Secret Society, and that’s completely understandable, because we keep it entirely secret, and for good reason, except when we wish to introduce someone to our sport.”
“That’s a good idea,” she commented, wondering why he was telling her about this if it was so secret.
She found out why. “The magnificent creatures we use as stock are not horses, but we treat them as such, they are women in control harness, are kept otherwise naked, and being our personal property as human horses, we call them Equestricunts. The term is not mine, but I find it quite descriptive.”
“My God that sounds exciting! Naked women as horses! I have a friend who keeps a boy as her dog, and I’ve ordered one, but I’d never imagined anyone having a woman as a horse.”
“With midgets as jockeys. Or, because there are never people present at our private estates who could object, these human mares can also be ridden by naked little girls. Both the midgets and little girls can be quite effective in using riding crops and whips. We’ve been doing this for years, and I must say, we find the naked little girls given a whip to use have proven to be quite merciless.”
“How deliciously devious!” Cunthia said with growing excitement.
It was clear Mr. Crane had her attention as he dialogued with her while he deeply stroked her internally in her colon with his rigid cock. She could feel his pace accelerate and his stout shaft inside her begin to pulse. He was about to ejaculate.
“I own a stable of thirty athletic young women and another dozen little girls, aged seven to ten years old, who ride them. One of your members here has started his stable in our Society. He currently has only three young women in training and has yet to obtain any little girls to ride them.
“It’s not because he’s concerned about obtaining children, but he has a jockey he’s concerned might be a pedophile, and he wants to make sure to dump him if that’s the case. It would be inappropriate for him to be fucking the little darlings instead of caring for the Equestricunts. One can’t be too careful with these things, as I’m sure you know.”
“I’m certain you’re a perfect gentleman,” Cunthia said doubtfully, “But that sounds like a load of pure bullshit to me. It’s just because you’re starting to cum, and want to further excite me that you’re telling me this story. People just don’t do that kind of thing.”
“I’m flying home tomorrow morning,” Derek Crane told her as he started his ejaculation inside her, “Why don’t you join me? I can have a limo pick you up at ten.”
He began a powerful gushing of his semen into the bend to her large intestine, and there was sufficient she could digest and earn some nourishment from the protein he was depositing.
“You’re on!” she responded.
Now he’d have to live up to what he was bragging about.
“I’ve got to see this for myself!”
She was beginning to think she might. When he pulled out, she got her purse and gave him a card with her name and address for the chauffeur.
THE END OF CHAPTER TEN