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Feature Writer: Regis
Feature Title: CUNTHIA’S CHARM 9
Published: 27.10.2024
Story Codes: Young Ones, Abuse, 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 9
The nude black man grasped her waist and positioned her so that the huge flared head of his rigid penis, moistened by his increasing cum dribble, pressed into the stretched open vestibule of her puffy pre-masturbated cunt, spreading the outer lips. The show’s producers had seen fit to work her up so that she appeared to be sexually aroused.
Not only her cunt but her rectum, breasts, and nipples had been prepared so that they looked outstanding, which they were. This was always good practice in pornographic show business, to make the cunts look ready, and the producers of this show knew how best to entertain a horny audience.
The back-sloping sharp metal studs made entry into her cunt uneventfully, except for her scream, which was one of horror, not pain. Her gorgeous legs frantically gripped his much larger muscular thighs, and still grasping her waist, he began the movement that brought her immediate pain.
The studs slid deeply into her as the black nude pulled her down onto his massive penis, but when he lifted her just a bit, they began to rip the tender membrane that lined her fuck chute. They were doing the job they had been designed to do inside her.
“Holy fucking shit,” Cunthia said under her breath, “He’s doing it to her! The little bitch is getting her cunt ripped open from the inside! I fucking love it!”
“He is,” Madclit agreed, and both began to add to the action of their vibrators with the aggressive movement of their fingers. Masturbation by a female is as conspicuous as by a male, and they both notice everyone in the small theater is jacking off, both men and women.
First love knew no boundaries, particularly when stimulated by such a violent atrocity. The stud nigger released his hold on the girl since she was fully impaled by her cunt on his rigid shaft. She screamed anew as she rode him, feeling the damage the studs were doing to her cunt.
The only relief came when she slid further along it, but every such action had to be reversed, which was the fucking action they were engaged in. He stood with his legs apart and braced, while she clung to his legs with hers, and as he bucked his hips to increase the destructive action.
The innocent young girl got the most painful ride of her short life. Before he reached his climax, many of the men in the audience reached theirs, and they began to ejaculate into the air, lending the familiar and welcome aroma of fresh semen to the dank smell of the theater.
“I don’t know why I’m finding this so sexually exciting,” Cunthia said, “He’s shredding that poor girl inside! I can’t imagine how much that must be hurting her.”
“It’s because she’s nothing to you,” Madclit replied, “You don’t know her name, you know nothing about her, and in all respects, the bitch should be nothing but an “it” to you, and then you can enjoy whatever distress it is subjected to. Think of it as nothing but a cunt.
“if you can distance yourself that way, then you can let your PCS think for you, and you can fully identify with its experience without remorse.”
“Fucking brilliant!” Cunthia responded, “Fucking brilliant!”
They watched as the two white men grasped the girl’s legs and pulled them apart, stretching them wide. The nigger stud grasped her under the arms and began jerking his hips back so that the curved tips of the studs on his cock sleeve aggressively attacked the lining of her cunt.
He bellowed as he worked, having hit the crest of his orgasm. After a dozen nasty jerks on his cock, accompanied by a shrill series of matching screams by the young bitch he was fucking, the pulsing male organ pulled free of the girl’s cunt.
Along with it came a tatter of bits of bloody internal cunt meat ripped out by the vicious assault. Jets of spurting semen from the nigger’s massive cock splattered over the girl’s face, chest and tummy. Those able to get their hand off their organs stood and applauded the strikingly invasive performance.
The big cum-spurting nigger stud bowed, recognizing their approval, and left the stage. The two white men dragged the moaning and seriously injured girl off the stage, and as the lights came up the sawhorse was brought back out, along with the young woman who rode it.
She got in position, laying across it face up with her legs and arms spread, ready to be shackled to the device’s legs. She had been masturbating while the acts had taken place, as her cunt was puffed out and open, the inner lips spread and inviting.
A pair of ten-year-old boys, stark naked, came out and climbed on the stage. One of the boys carried an eighteen-inch-long block of two-by-four, and the other a big rubber mallet. One end of the block had been tapered to a point, and the lad carrying it pushed that end into the girl’s vagina.
Then the other lad put the mallet to work to drive the board deep into the screaming young woman. Cunthia realized the bitch had to be a real masochist to do this as a job. Once the block was deeply seated inside her, the boys took turns with the mallet, slamming it down on the post in her cunt.
This caused the naked bound young woman great pain and internal distress, according to the screams she used to fill the room. The boys’ little pricks, no larger than Cunthia’s thumbs, were standing erect, and gleaming boy-cum on the ends, from their enjoyment of their work.
When their time was almost up, they now took turns pissing onto her face and into her screaming mouth. Cunthia, Madclit, and most of the females in the audience squirted their amber essence as an overt expression of their sexual excitement at watching the obscene performance.
“They don’t spray deodorant on the urine produced during the shows,” Madclit pointed out, “As it would also mask the fresh semen smell, and besides, the combined scent amplifies the filthy acts they present.”
Cunthia could smell the proof of her statement.
As she spoke, the naked American and English musclemen returned to the stage, bringing with them the pudgy Hispanic pig and her daughter. The American swung a beam out from the wall by a rope attached to it, which everyone could see was now evidently a gallows.
He tied a noose on the end of the rope, and placed it over the neck of the chubby mother. Pulling on the other end of the rope, he drew it tight enough that the adult cunt was freshly distressed, as she was forced to rise up onto her tiptoes to be able to touch the floor.
The Englishman, who had been buggered by the Yank as he’d fucked the seven-year-old child during the first act, now lifted the child high, and facing the audience, lowered her with her back to him so that his penis again came into contact with her groin, but this time the head seated between her buttocks.
With no preparation for her little anus, he pulled her down hard onto his shaft until it was driven up into her colon at its full length. His prick was far too thick for her tiny orifice, and the mother screamed at the sight of her little daughter being so brutally sexually abused.
The audience loved it. Small streaks of blood appeared around the base of his cock, demonstrating he had ruptured the screaming little girl/s rectum. He lifted and dropped her on his rod, using her weight to pump into her to jack off using her anus to take the place of his fist.
The American pulled the rope tighter, stretching the mother to the limit, then raised her until her spike heels were a foot above the floor. They had left her arms free, and she tried uselessly to raise the stout rope gripping her around her neck. Her dance was outstanding and did nothing to ease her situation.
With the mother swinging under total control on the gallows, the American moved in front of the child, and displaying his upward curving rigid erection, began to show his true talent. He was a boxer, and he started to punch the pretty little ass-fucked child with his solid fists, driving them into her tummy, chest, and screaming face.
“God,” Cunthia proclaimed, “This is so fucking decadent!”
Her body was quivering with elevated sexual excitement and a cresting orgasm.
“Fuck, I love this!” she shouted as the hammering fists battered the little body and face of the female child.
“He’s not going to stop, is he!” she proclaimed, “He’s going to fucking kill her!”
“It,” corrected Madclit, “Remember, it’s just a tender object, not really a person, at least to us!”
“That’s right. Fuck it!”
THE END OF CHAPTER NINE