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Feature Writer: Regis
Feature Title: CUNTHIA’S CHARM 11
Published: 29.10.2024 (updated 06.11.2024)
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 11
Derek Crane was in the limo when it arrived to pick up Cunthia. She had packed some basic clothing, some of her favorite negligée, and of course a suitcase full of sex toys. The chauffer put her bags in the trunk, and the two passengers sat in the spacious rear space. Derek poured his gorgeous mature guest a Manhattan.
“I hope it’s not too early for refreshments,” he said, and they clinked glasses in a toast to their new relationship. She was seeing him dressed for the first time and was quite impressed that he was a handsome man in his late fifties, just a few years older than she was. Even streaks of silver hair on his temples were the only sign of ageing.
Cunthia had the discretion to sit silently during their ride to the airport, sipping her tasty cocktail. The limo did not go to the main terminal, but instead to the other side of the runways, to the industrial buildings. This guy was more important than she had thought, as it became clear he had a private jet!
The limo drove between buildings, onto the tarmac and stopped beside a Learjet with the name “Crane” in discrete text to the rear of the door, which was open and ready for them to board. The co-pilot stood by to assist them in boarding. This was, in Cunthia’s view, special treatment, and she was looking forward to the trip.
“I’ hope you don’t mind assisting me on the flight,” Derek said as he stood aside to allow her to board first, “I have a couple of new girls for my stable that I like to train myself.”
As she entered the plush narrow interior, she saw a couple of naked seven-year-old little beauties sitting on the bench seat at the rear.
The other three seats were recliners, in buff leather. Cunthia and her host were seated in their choices, the co-pilot pulled up the stairway, closed and secured the door, then moved into the cockpit. She could see the limo pull away as the sleek jet began to move toward the taxiway. Within a minute it was rolling smoothly toward the end of the runway.
Cunthia was surprised when Derek Crane stood and removed his pants, neatly draping them over the back of the third seat.
“These girls are new acquisitions, and I wonder if you’d help me to start their training.”
He resumed his seat and instructed the children to get to their knees on the carpet. He pulled on his penis, stroking it until it began to grow into an erection.
He instructed one of the girls to move between his spread legs and take his rising penis into her mouth. He told the other girl to assume the same position in front of the delighted Cunthia.
“They need training and discipline,” he said, handing her a broad leather strap while he kept one for himself.
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Without hesitation, Cunthia brought her discipline weapon down across the back of the young girl kneeling in front of her, and grabbing her hair, pulled her face in front of her groin. She lifted the short skirt of her dress and slid her butt forward on the seat, presenting the girl with her flared and constantly aroused vagina.
“Lunchtime, sweetheart!” she said, as she delivered a second strong stroke of the strap.
The aircraft had moved to the end of the shorter runway reserved for the corporate jets, moved along the short cue, and within a couple of minutes was ready for take-off.
Cunthia had flown often and had always done up her seatbelt before takeoff, as it was required on commercial jets.
“Don’t they need to be strapped in?” she asked.
“Not on a private plane,” Derek responded, “The acceleration will cause them some movement, and the takeoff can be quite steep, but the grip of their mouths on our organs should help and will provide us more stimulation. If you get her to raise her hips you should be able to get some fingers into her cuntlet to support her as well. It will be a team effort, and quite enjoyable.”
The aircraft began to move, and then leapt forward, causing the naked child before her to clamp her teeth in the flesh of Cunthia’s cunt, which gave her a thrill. As the craft steeply climbed, the girl’s teeth clung desperately to the ample external meat of the vagina she was servicing.
The naked little girl biting into the cuntmeat excited the woman so much that the child received several shots of warm pee into her mouth. The girl was sufficiently educated to know she must swallow the warm golden liquid and not spill a drop, or she would face punishment.
The little girl, sobbing from the pain of repeated whacks of the strap on her bare back and buttocks, to promptly swallowed the acidic offering. Cunthia had done as Derek had suggested and was doing himself, and she lifted the naked little girl’s haunches.
She reached over her back and insert three fingers into the little cuntlet, as well as pressing her thumb into the child’s anus. The girl’s tender organ was surprisingly warm inside, and Cunthia found it a treat to be able to control the little torso with her indecent hold on the child.
To be fair, the little girl had an equally indecent hold on her vagina flesh with her teeth. Cunthia’s free hand still held the strap, and she used it with enthusiastic vigor on the tender body of her naked young charge, as Derek did with his. Their screams filled the aircraft.
Cunthia watched with interest as Derek twisted the head of the child sucking him around so that the little cocksucker could take one of his large testicles into her mouth. He showed the little girl how to properly suck a man’s scrotum as well as his cock, to bring him the maximum pleasure.
When she had worked out how to stimulate his testicles and penis with her busy tongue, he spurted gobs of his semen onto the plane’s carpet to show her how successful she was. His production was immense, and Cunthia guessed he used some significant chemical support to be able to do that.
He then returned to face-fucking the little girl with passion. When Derek had deposited copious quantities of his semen into the stomach of the naked youngster sucking his cock, he had the naked little girls disengage and give the passengers a demonstration of cunt-grabbing wrestling while writhing on the aircraft’s carpet.
“Get serious, girls, I need you to use your fists, because we want to see bruises, a black eye and a nosebleed on your opponent. We also need to see your skin and hers being scratched by your nails. Get at it, and remember, you can hurt her as much as you like, no limits!”
The girls complied, and provided ample entertainment for the adults on the three-and-a-half-hour flight. The ending was, by any metric, spectacular. One of the children the one that had serviced Mr. Crane, got her fingers into the other’s mouth, and with an amazing show of strength, broke her jaw.
This proved to be incredibly painful, and the one injured that way rolled on the floor of the plane in incredible agony. The other girl grabbed a fire extinguisher off the wall, and using it as a club, smashed the other girl’s head with it. To complete the damage, she startled even Mr. Crane.
She thrust the nozzle of the fire extinguisher into the cunt of her prone opponent, and released a torrent of high-pressure foam deep into the naked child’s cuntlet, forcing the repellent into her cervix and uterus, swelling her little belly from the extreme internal pressure.
By the time the plane approached for a landing, one little girl lay on her back, dead of the carpet, while the other was back on the bench at the rear of the cabin, her body severely bruised, scratched, with swollen blackened eyes, a bleeding nose, and a look of accomplishment on her young face.
The naked little combatants had seemed to be well matched. Cunthia came constantly as they battled, punching and scratching each other. When the foam was released into the cunt of one of them, Cunthia could imagine it was her receiving the blast of fire retardant.
The killing of the naked child by another proved to be highly stimulating for her, as she was learning to love to see sexual violence. These two willing little scrappers had provided a great deal of that. One had unwittingly sacrificed her young life for the amusement of the few passengers.
She was surprised to see Atlanta’s major airport pass beneath them, and the plane continued north. Ten minutes later it put down on a private airstrip. The estate was huge, with some open fields more like clearings among the trees that covered most of it.
There was a large ranch-style mansion as well as a number of out-buildings. This was truly an estate, and had as much privacy as could ever be needed. Mr. Derek Crane could do whatever he wished, anything outside the law, without fear of any serious repercussions.
A chauffer met them with a Range Rover that seemed to be an open safari vehicle, and ten minutes later they had arrived at the mansion. It was larger from the ground than it appeared from the air. It was an impressive building, as were the barns and outbuildings.
Naked girls, tanned from being constantly nude outside, all in their early teens and wearing only spike heels, met them and carried their bags into the front door into a large reception area that was expansive enough that it looked like it could host a party.
Two of the girls escorted Cunthia up the grand staircase to the second floor, where she was admitted to a luxurious suite, with bow windows overlooking the grounds. The girls opened her suitcases, hung up the few clothes she had brought with her, expecting she’d need only a few.
They revealed no surprise as they placed her collection of serious sex toys into a large trunk beside the bed, designed to hold such items, for easy access when they were needed. The women who visited Mr. Crane had ongoing sexual needs that they met with their own devices.
When they’d finished, the two nude girls departed. She thought it would be so much more interesting if their slender bottoms were decorated by furry fox tails inserted in their rectums. She made a not to suggest that to her host when they were next together.
She changed her shoes, selecting an outrageous pair of seven-inch heels that forced her to stand on her tiptoes. These made her posture amazingly sexy. She selected a minimal gown that clung to her neck but had two narrow knee-length fine-knit bands.
These went down the front and back, barely covering her nipples while displaying the girth of her large breasts at the sides, the one in front narrowing as it crossed her navel and clean shaved groin and split pubic mound. The amazing pastel-blue garment was well-designed.
As she walked, the narrow fabric panels would sway and reveal in the back the crease of her firm buttocks as well as in front of her stimulated cunt. This was purely a party garment she had selected to wear, and for good reason: the superbly fit mature woman was an entirely sexual animal and was here for one purpose alone: to fucking party.
THE END OF CHAPTER ELEVEN