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Writer: Midwych
Subject: KIDFIGHTCLUB 2
Link: Copyright 2009 / Midwych. All rights Reserved / http://www.asstr.org/~Polaris/
Story Codes: NC, Rape, Young Ones, Sadism, Abuse, Scat, WS
Kidfight Club 2
The rich bitch’s mansion in Vegas was huge and full of women and they were betting on whether Tyson could get the better of a slim asian girl. Up close there seemed no contest; Tyson was big and seven and Ling-Mi was six, though almost seven herself. But there was a wiry look and an inscrutable craftiness about the asian girl. Adele understood she wouldn’t be in the ring with the bigger girl if she wasn’t good. The question was how good.
On instinct Adele took a bet for twenty five on Ling-Mi to win. It seemed crazy but it was pretty crazy to be here, over a thousand miles from home, watching two girls get ready to beat the hell out of each other. A month ago Adele knew nothing of all this; just a casual conversation with Theresa who had been sneering at some pro-boxing on TV, saying people ought to see real fights.
Now she had seen a real fight – between small girls – and despite her horror she was hooked. Fortunately her husband had let her have the weekend away and Adele had her mom back home to look after Ursa so she could be here. Adele had come prepared too; she wore a loose skirt to the Vegas fight so she could get some serious masturbation going.
There were over 100 women at this place from apparently all across the States, and Adele found herself sat next to a tall, older woman. She might have passed for someone in government or college education, such was her style of clothes. In fact, this woman – Helen – was married to a guy who was pretty big in Washington. She apparently traveled all over watching these fights, as she revealed to Adele when they got talking before the event began. This was her ninth fight this year and she laughed off ideas her husband would miss her being away, saying that he was happy back home screwing small boys. He liked her out of the way, even if he didn’t know where she had gone. “He just pays the flights and hotels so he can enjoy his own perversion,” Helen smiled.
Soon Adele was gleaning as much information from Helen as she could about this ‘sport’ as well as enjoying just talking to this good-lookign female. “The thing is, hon,” said Helen, “it’s a growing business what with videos and web-streaming, as always people sure like to win and they love kids with some sort of sex angle: they may say they don’t, but people do. Small girls are seen as sexual, that’s just how it is. Trust me, Kidfight Club isn’t going to go away.”
“But these girls… they get hurt,” objected Adele, even if she found it a turn on. It had taken time for her to admit that, but she had given in finally.
“So what?” Helen pulled a face. “The women who put their girls in this really don’t mind. No one’s going to ask the kids in the ring what they want, though the truth is they like winning. They probably don’t like to be hurt but hey, we need to think first of us women who get off on this.”
Adele was still a little shocked. “Well, I have a little girl – Ursa – and I’d be horrified if anyone even pulled her hair.”
Helen smiled. “Really? I think you’d quite like it if someone slapped your child. Maybe you’d like to do it but daren’t.”
Adele colored up, troubled by the fat the woman was good at seeing the truth. “Um, well, no… I mean, possibly. Uh… if she was a Kidfighter, maybe she could defend herself so I guess it’d be okay for her to fight.” She couldn’t quite believe she was saying this. “She’s only six though and…” Adele swallowed hard.
“And you’d love to see her hurt.”
Adele tried to say no, but she could only nod. “I feel so bad even thinking that. When I saw my first fight I tried not to think of Ursa in there, and me cheering ny child on. But then I thought… I’d be cheering the other girl on, too.”
Helen laughed. “Welcome to the new motherhood,” she said. “Look, I was a psychology major before meeting my pervert husband, and I know a lot of moms love their kids and equally want to see them hurt. They love them and want to see them battered by another girl. It’s crazy but it’s true.”
“But I wouldn’t even smack her.”
“No, but that is more to do with society right now. Deep down all parents want to punish their kids.”
“But I’m a loving mother!”
“And you are a woman with real sexual needs. We all are. We learn to get over it,” smiled the woman.
Adele looked at Helen and felt a strange stirring in her. She liked this woman and even being sat next to her was sending a thrill through her. She looked at the taller woman’s full lips and could imagine kissing them. Probably while watching a DVD of a girl fight. Abruptly she pushed the erotic thought away. “Tell me… did you have a daughter who fought?”
“Goodness me, yes! Kelly’s 19 now, but when she was seven she was good. Had a mean right hand and a crafty knee to the cunt. Used to bring them down real fast.”
“And she survived okay?”
Helen shrugged. “A few bruises, a fat lip or two. Once had her nose broken, but who cares? I got off on it and hey, here I am. One day she’ll have kids of her own and I guess if they’re girls, she’ll have them trained up good. I sure hope so, but if she won’t do it I will. I love training up girl fighters.”
“Because you like winning?”
“No, mostly because I like to cum with my hand covered in their blood.”
“Oh God,” moaned Adele and felt her own sex pulse more fiercely at the thought of playing with herself while her hand was covered in Ursa’s blood.
The fight was about to begin, or at least the preliminary fight. With people coming from all across the states, Helen explained, events like this usually had two or three fights. First up were two five year olds, who looked positively lost in the ring. But they gamely tried to hurt each other and eventually the olive-skinned girl, Maria, won when the girl from Canada, Eloise, was reduced to a bloody pulp after a series of blows to her once pretty face.
Both Helen and Adele had played but not climaxed as they watched the bout and Helen explained why from the outset she thought Maria would win. “People think Mexico is the most violent nation when to comes to Kidfights, because they have heard about the clubs south of the border where girls fight with spiked gloves. But the truth,” said the woman, “is that they learn to weave and dodge there because of it. Maria may only be five but she had good defensive moves: Eloise was hitting fresh air mostly. Just a question of waiting for a good first punch from the Mex to mark the beginning of the end.” Helen paused as they watched the beaten girl being dragged from the ring by her angry mom and what looked like her aunt. They had tied the girls arms and were literally hauling the beaten child away, telling her she was no damn good. “The Canucks like Kidfights, and one of their specialities is having them fight naked in the snow. Maybe it was just too hot here for the kid.”
“Is this a world-wide thing?” Asked Adele.
“Sure is. I hear some of the Filipinos are particularly vicious and you can get some real solid Russian girls who pack a real powerful punch. But the world champion in the seven year old age group is Romanian, a girl called Angela, which is funny for someone so brutal.”
Adele thought of Ursa, her own daughter, being pounded on to her little knees by a muscular east European girl and quite liked the idea. She diddled herself as she thought of her child suffering.
The next fight, featuring two girls flown in from Europe, was a mismatch. The six-year old girl from Sweden soon got the upper hand on the six year old from Ireland and the girl called, appropriately, Colleen was down and out inside a few minutes. “Disappointing,” said Helen with a shrug. “Mothers like their girls to make a longer fight; you earn more money if there are more orgasms but,” and at this Helen nodded at the crowd, “you can tell very few got off on that. No time. I expect the girl’s mom will punish her for not making the fight last.”
Adele agreed. She had barely got fingering herself when the end came and Colleen was flat on her face. the ring floor had been spotless at the start but now it was splattered with blood. “Guess I better make sure I cum for the main attraction.”
“You will,” said Helen. “We all will, as after that I guess we are pretty desperate now.”
Adele was surprised when the two girls were brought out for the main event. Tyson she had seen before, but not naked. She was astonished too that both girls had no diapers on.
“This,” explained Helen when asked, “is a championship fight. No holds barred, no diapers. Wire round the ring edge has the power increased. If they touch it they’ll know. And if they piss themselves or even shit with fear, the audience want to see it. Oh, and no coverings on the hands. Bare-knuckles, so someone will get hurt.”
“I can see why so many women are here,” said Adele. “All ready to cum.” She glanced at the audience who already seemed excited. Some of the women had brought girls with them, but several of them were bound, gagged and blindfolded. Slaves, explained Helen, not fighters, so they are here for show and not to observe and learn.
It was obvious that most of the women were well prepared. Pantyless crotches were on obvious show all round the ring as skirts were up and back, fingers already diddling as Tyson and Ling-Mi had their collars connected. “Watch Ming-Li,” said Helen. “I saw her last year, a special all-asian fight which she won easily. The girl has a great roundhouse kick. But if she lets Tyson land a blow on her she might find it hard to get back into the fight.”
Adele was nodding. “God, even seeing them like this makes me want to cum.”
Helen laughed, and reached her hand down between her new friend’s legs. “Let me do that,” she said. “And you can do me if you want.”
“You bet,” sighed Adele and put her own hand between Helen’s open legs, feeling the soft warmth and wet of the other woman’s cunt. They were fingering each other and teasing each other – as were a lot of other women round them – as the fight began.
It was probably not the greatest fight between two girls but it was good. The two girls circled for only a few moments before they began attacking. Ling-Mi was fast and kicked hard, but Tyson was a tough bitch and took the kicks while she delivered some impressive punches. The asian girl was also handy with her fists and drew first blood from a cut eyebrow. But that was merely a stimulus for Tyson, who connected quickly with a right and a left (“Two handed fighters do some real damage” observed Helen) and the smaller girl’s nose and lips were gushing blood.
Ling-Mi got a good kick to Tyson’s cunt and the black girl staggered back on the the wire. She yelped as it zapped her and she staggered off it, only to be knocked back against it again. It looked for a moment as if Tyson was going to be stuck on the wires, wriggling and howling at the pain, but she forced herself off and threw a punch of astonishing force that lifted the asian girl off her feet. At once Tyson seized the prone, bloodied girl and swung her up and against the wires. She couldn’t hold her there for fear of getting a shock herself but Ling-Mi was suffering. She was also pissing down her own leg.
Ling-Mi struggled off the wire and elbowed Tyson in the face. The blow was hard and the black girl looked down and out. But she was up and fighting, maybe quicker than her opponent wanted, or expected. She rained in four or five hard blows, with a rapid left right combination that sent Ling-Mi bouncing off the wires but she didn’t get up from that. Tyson though dragged her up by her hair and punched the girl’s broken nose harder with her other hand. It was over and she let Ling-Mi fall back to the floor like a rag doll.
At that moment, both Adele and Helen came on the ends of each other’s fingers and so did just about every other woman in the place. The collective sigh and gasp was awesome. In the ring Tyson was so pumped up she was dragging the bloody-faced Ling-Mi round the floor on the end of her connecting chain, leaving a red smear on the once pristine floor. “She’ll spell out her name now in blood if she can,” moaned Helen, in the throes of her climax.
Tyson didn’t quite manage that but she was having fun.
“Oh… Ursa could never beat her,” said Adele, still being racked by her own orgasm.
“That’s why we send our kids in there,” said Helen, breathlessly. “Believe me deep down we all want them to be more like Ling-Mi than Tyson.”
In the ring, there was one final humiliation for the destroyed Ling-Mi. Tyson squatted over the girl and pissed all over the beaten girl, piss mingling with the blood while the women cheered and the owner of Crease Hers Palace getting ready to be eaten out by the champion.
The woman sat with legs spread and glistening cunt on show, waiting for a sweaty, bloodied Tyson to come and kneel and get to work with her tongue. Adele understood now the benefit of staging a fight; there was always going to be a winner to perform the post-fight thank-you ceremony.
THE END OF CHAPTER TWO
Great story, both Part 1 and 2. I hope there’s more coming!