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Writer: Midwych
Subject: KIDFIGHTCLUB 3
Link: Copyright 2009 / Midwych. All rights Reserved / http://www.asstr.org/~Polaris/
Story Codes: NC, Rape, Young Ones, Sadism, Abuse, Scat, WS
Kidfight Club 3
Adele had no idea just how good it could be in the arms of another woman. The night was too short for her liking and though Las Vegas hotels are designed to encourage the guests to spend more time at the gaming tables and slot machines in the eternal quest for the riches, rather than in bed, Adele knew she had found the jackpot with Helen.
Helen was older and wiser and oh so gentle. She was so careful with a woman who had thought all her life was devoted to husband and daughter and the creation of a home. The taller woman made love to Adele as if she was precious and would surely break at her first sapphic orgasm, but as there were more to follow she was coaxed and led and guided into the most delicious climaxes.
“I had no fucking idea,” moaned Adele as helen lapped at her open cunt, running her experienced tongue over the younger woman’s aching, erect clit. Actually, it was the second ‘no fucking idea’ she had had in a short space of time; seeing little girls turn each other into a bloodied mess and getting off on it had been the first great revelation.
Now Adele was floating arms of this incredible woman and basking in the light of early morning. She and Helen would have just about all day to themselves before they had to depart to make their respective flights home. “I wish I didn’t have to go,” said Adele. “I’d stop time like this forever,” she sighed.
Helen grinned and kissed her new lover. “But we have more loving to do at other times. We will see each other again. We won’t be apart for long,” she assured the younger female.
“And again and again,” echoed Adele. Then she sat up, her breasts hanging invitingly for the older woman to nibble them. “But my daughter,” she began, remembering what was said in the night. “We said Ursa would -” The woman gulped, thinking of the child in the ring, ready to fight or be hurt.
“She’ll fight, yes. We will turn her into a fighting girl.”
“I thought that was just a dream,” said Adele, gasping as Helen’s teeth nipped at her hard nipples. Adele slid back down the bed, legs apart, wanting the woman to fuck her again.
“It was no dream,” said Helen, positioning herself to eat Adele out. “You love seeing girls fight, and so do I. I will help train Ursa and you will love seeing her in the ring.”
“And if she loses…aaah!” Helen’s tongue had found that hard clit, lapping at it with a passion.
“Then,” said Helen breathing into the folds of the woman’s wide open wet cunt, “She gets bloodied and bruised and beaten.”
“Beaten in the ring,” sighed Adele as fresh waves of pleasure soaked through her.
“No, beaten when she has finished. You will beat her afterwards. Never forget about the delights of hurting your own kid.”
“Oh fuck,” moaned Adele and she wasn’t sure whether it was Helen’s adept tongue and teeth, or the idea of her daughter being beaten twice that made her catapult to an orgasm.
Over breakfast Helen told Adele that she would take her to a special gym she knew in Vegas where she could watch young girls training for fights. “It’s quite an eye-opener,” she smiled over the bacon and eggs. “Some of the little ones probably aren’t going to make it as top level kidfighters but their moms sure do try to make them.”
Adele leaned across the breakfast table. “What if Ursa doesn’t want to do it?”
“Then my dear,” Helen said, leaning across so she could exchange the briefest kiss with Adele, “we will make her. You think she has any opinion on this?”
“I love you,” blurted out Adele, and then looked horrified. “I’m sorry, I wasn’t supposed to say that out loud.” She looked guilty.
“Absolutely no problem,” grinned Helen. “I was thinking in bed when I sat on your face that you’d be a really nice person to love, too. Now hurry up with your meal, honey. I want to make love to you and cum at least twice before we head to the gym.”
The kidfight gym was an anonymous looking building and had a sign outside saying it was the Boxwood Education Center for gifted under 10s – by appointment only – and the two women stepped through the doors to the reception area. The woman who worked there, a muscular and well-built black woman in a navy blue uniform with the name Lena sewn on to her breast pocket, recognized Helen and greeted her like a long lost friend. “I didn’t see you at the fight last night,” she gushed at Helen. “I thought you’d missed it.”
“No way! Not with that little bitch Tyson on the bill.” Helen turned to Adele. “Lena, this is a very special friend of mine, Adele. She and I will be pretty close at a lot of fights from now on.”
“Hi,” said Lena with a cheerful smile. “I guess you have found out how good our Helen is in bed, huh?”
“You too?” Asked Adele.
“Long time ago, when my gal was fighting hers.” Lena sighed, but she had a twinkle in her eyes.
“And you are still the best fucking big, hard bitch I’ve ever screwed,” said Helen as she leaned in and kissed the big woman’s full, red lips. “if I wasn’t so hot for Adele here I’d bed you right now,” she added.
“Mmm, still the sweet-talker you always were,” chuckled Lena. “Better not let my lover hear you, she’d be mighty jealous.”
“Our secret,” winked Helen. They all said bye for now and Adele and Helen moved through to the gym itself. “That woman is the best protection this place could have,” said Helen. “She’s a bitch when roused but so good in bed.”
“Better than me?” Asked Adele.
“Different to you,” smiled Helen, and she pressed Adele back to the wall and forced her knee up between Adele’s legs as she kissed her. “Want me to get Lena’s cuffs and show you?”
“Yes, but no,” said Adele, reassured. “It’s just that this lesbian thing… it’s all so sudden.”
Helen nodded and kissed Adele gently. “But you will get used to it with me, darling,” she breathed.
The gym was like most boxing gyms Adele had ever seen in movies. She had had no experience of ever being in one, but she could appreciate the feel of it from a dozen boxing films she’d seen. It was big and high ceilinged and there was equipment littered around and punchbags and two fight rings – one with wire that was clearly electrified. But what caught Adele’s eye first was that one of the punchbags was human.
It was the girl from Ireland who had lost the night before. Colleen, Adele remembered her name, looked terrible as she hung in a bag supported by two shoulder ropes. Only her head emerged from the black leather and she was swinging as a naked five year old girl with boxing gloves on was pummeling at the girl in the bag. It was clearly the revenge of the losing girl’s mom, who was stood arms folded watching the small girl hit her secured daughter. “Boxing gloves?” Asked Adele as they stood and watched.
“Only for some training,” said Helen. “You have to give some protection otherwise none of the bitches would be in any condition to fight. Kidfight fans like unmarked faces before the fight. After, they want to see very marked faces. So this little girl here is just practicing pounding Colleen.”
They stood and watched, and the mother of Colleen stepped over and introduced herself. Her name was Rosie. “I’m so sorry for my little one’s show last night,” she said. “I thought I had her all ready but she goes and turns in a game like that.” she sighed. “Well, this will teach the little whore.”
“You think she deserves this?” Asked Adele, having explained that much of this was new to her.
“Oh to be sure I do.” The Irish woman sighed. “Colleen went and won the all-Ireland title last February in Dublin and I thought she was ready to step up, but she’s not only let me down but also all of the Irish kidfight game. And there she was going to fight the Scottish lass for the all-celtic title but I’m not so sure now.”
“She will be fine,” said Helen. “Needs to keep her guard up, that’s all – and she was up against a good fighter. That Swedish girl will win more than she loses.”
Rosie nodded. “Thankfully no one from the Scottish girlie’s camp was here to see this, but they’ll hear about it.”
“So whose hitting Colleen?” Asked Adele.
“That,” smiled Rosie proudly, “Is my youngest. Her name’s Katherine and she has her first fight next month. In Cork. With luck and God’s grace she’ll murder the bitch.”
“She looks good,” said Helen. “Great right hook.”
It was a great right hook indeed, and the bruised and battered face of Colleen was blubbering as several connected to her bagged body.
“May I ask,” said Adele, “how did you feel when you first put Colleen in the kidfight ring?”
“Wonderful, really fabulous. She got smashed badly but I loved seeing her face spurt blood and snot. Oh and the tears! She looked lovely. Took her a week to recover and she spent all the time tied to her bed, bless her.”
“But she improved, clearly.”
Rosie nodded. She called to Katherine to try a few punches to the helpless Colleen’s face, then she answered. “It was an open air fight, in Kerry. No more than a dozen locals, against a girl from Wicklow. Vicious little fucker she was, but Colleen wanted to carry on afterwards and get revenge. We trained her up, me and my sister, and got her back in the ring with this bitch. Colleen broke the little bitch’s nose first punch and we eventually had to drag her off, especially when she began kicking the loser’s cunt hard when she was down and sobbing for mercy – as if my girl was ever going to give her that! But she was now a winner – well, until last night.”
“Still is,” said Helen, watching a good left punch bring a spurt of blood from Colleen’s face. “She’ll get over this.”
As Katherine was getting carried away Rosie excused herself and went to stop the frenzy from the little girl. Adele noticed that when the punchbag was lowered and opened, the battered Colleen was tied up tight inside it. “She will have spent the night that way,” remarked Helen. “Sometimes it’s tough to learn the fight game.”
The two women moved over to the practice ring, where two diapered four year old girls were circling each other. But they didn’t have gloves on and their hands were tied in back of them. They were instead just practicing, Helen pointed out, their feet movements. There was an older woman in the ring (the woman who owned the gym apparently) and she had a sort of cattle prod and was giving both girls instructions and prodding them with the hot end of her rod, making them dance and squeal. “That’ll be their moms over there,” said Helen, pointing out two young women locked in a deep French kiss and with hands on the other one’s tits.
“Does it all end up as lesbian sex?” Asked Adele. She was however aroused by the sight of the two women, and she clutched at Helen’s arm.
“Not always, but this is sexually arousing stuff here and we are all women. Some females stay hetero but men aren’t allowed anywhere near this. So most moms and aunts and grandmothers play some lez stuff, and those that don’t want a woman in bed always masturbate like fury. But fucking other women helps the arousals. Trust me.”
The older woman had finished prodding the two kids in the ring (one of them was crying but no one was taking any notice) and the woman tied them back to back and left them standing in the center of the practice ring, telling them their next exercise was balance: they hadn’t got to fall over or they would be punished. The old woman came across to Helen with a big smile. They knew each other of course and that was the cue for more kisses and feelies and introductions.
“Adele, meet Pam,” said Helen. “I first met this wonderful woman when I was fucking her husband. Big mistake as Pam turned out to be so much better in bed.”
“And this woman here could close me down if she opened in competition,” said Pam, nodding at Helen. “She’s the best goddamned trainer in the States. She has the touch of making champions.” There was genuine admiration in her voice. Then she looked at Adele: “I guess she’s going to turn at least one of your kids into a champion,” she said.
“I only have the one and I’m not sure,” blushed Adele. “She… she might not want to.”
Pam threw back her head and laughed. “Oh my, you really think it’s a matter of choice?” She shook her head and then she grew serious. “Let me show you the alternative when the little darlings refuse.” She beckoned Adele to follow her and took them to a heavy, locked door at the back of the gym. Helen remained behind to watch the two four-year olds struggle to stay upright.
“This,” said Pam as she unlocked the door, “is what they get when they turn down the chance to fight.”
The door opened to reveal a narrow, windowless room with row of beds. Six beds in all. The beds were simple iron frames and on each one was the figure of a small child: all girls. All naked, all aged between five and seven. It was noticeable that each of the girls had swollen bellies as if they were overfed.
The six beds were all occupied and each one of these children was held with heads clamped in position so they had to look upwards. Each girl was strapped down at chest, hips, legs and even their necks, all secured with wide black rubber straps so they lay quite still on their backs, arms by their sides. From the wall above their heads six pipes emerged, all clear plastic, and each tube was securely connected to a fastened down girl. These tubes were attached to a gag-like device so the tube drained into the helpless girls’ mouths. In two of the tubes a sludgy brown and yellow mixture was sliding through, in a couple of others just a yellow liquid. It was all immediately in front of the relevant small girl’s horrified eyes. Even the empty ones showed traces of brown along the clear pipes.
From each girl, a pair of tubes sprang from between their legs and these opaque tubes disappeared into the floor by the foot of each bed.
As Adele stared at the scene the girl nearest was watching a dollop of this unappealing sludge commence movement towards her mouth. She was struggling weakly against the tight straps that held her down, unable to move away from the fact she was going to have to swallow this mixture. She seemed to be whimpering as if this was not what she wanted at all. The first of the mess slid lazily down into the girl’s mouth.
Adele suddenly understood what the slime coming through the tubes was. “My God,” she said faintly, “is that what I think it is?”
“And you think it is what?”
“Shit and piss,” gasped the woman. She felt like throwing up, but equally she couldn’t take her eyes off the foul sludge disappearing into the nearest girls mouth.
“There’s a bar next door,” explained Pam. “The tubes you see are from the men’s bathroom. Of course, they don’t know where it goes; the men there take a dump or a piss and forget about it. The girls here have no choice but to swallow whatever comes down the tubes.”
“And,” said Adele, feeling weak. “their waste goes out of them and… it gets recycled.” She felt even more like vomiting.
“Correct. Under the floor are tanks and these girl’s waste collects there and is pumped back, so they can all be fed again when the bar is closed. Perfectly efficient and they need for nothing. Shit and piss turns out to be reasonably nutritious in these quantities.”
“This is… barbaric,” gasped Adele. She watched horrified as the nearest girl’s first dollop disappeared and new, larger turd appeared slid more rapidly down the piss lubricated tube. The poor girl was going to have to chew and swallow rapidly to cope with it all.
Pam chuckled. “Yeah, which is why you have your hand pressing at the front of your skirt.”
Adele gasped: she did indeed have her hand pressing against her crotch and hadn’t noticed herself do it. She pulled it away sharply, but it was too late to pretend now. She was excited by this, whatever the revulsion. “So these girls are losers,” she said, her voice cracking with excitement.
“No,” said Pam. “These girls are refusers. The losers may feel bad after being beaten in a kidfight but they get to go away, rest, heal up, practice some more and come back to fight another day. These bitches said they couldn’t possibly fight another girl. So, they have plenty of time to think about that as they lie here.”
“Fuck,” gasped Adele. More shit and piss was descending into the nearest girl’s mouth. Adele was sure the kid was moaning and struggling more (pointlessly, as it happened) but she had no way of avoiding the revolting slime. In the bed next to her an older girl was getting a fresh first taste of some man’s waste through the wall. She too was struggling weakly against her bonds.
“Some of the guys at the bar next door, I am told, shoot their load into the toilet there.” Pam shrugged. “Guess the girls here get to taste that.”
Adele suddenly didn’t care. “I have to cum,” she said and plunged her hand up her skirt.
“Feel free,” said Pam.
“Tell me,” gasped Adele, feeling both horrified at what she was seeing and thrilled she could masturbate so openly, “how long do they stay here?”
“A week minimum. Then the little bitches are asked if they have changed their mind about being a kidfighter. Most of them change their mind eagerly, some don’t. The girl at the end has some religious objection she says, so she’s been here nearly three weeks, eating and drinking like that. But she will soon overcome her objections. Soon she’ll be begging to get in the ring.” The girl at the far end of the line of beds had quite a swollen belly. “They sure put on weight on this diet so they are glad to get in the gym and work that fat off.”
“And my Ursa will end up here.” Adele, rubbing harder, was near to climaxing. The raw smell of wet cunt was in the air.
“Only kept here if she can’t be persuaded to fight. Most of them listen to the moms or aunts or grandmas and soon see sense.”
“God…” gasped Adele. “My precious daughter… she either gets her face smashed or she eats shit… oh God, I’m fucking coming!”
“Enjoy,” smiled Pam.
Adele enjoyed, her knees almost buckling under her when she came with a shout.
At the door, Helen was watching. She helped Adele out and the door was locked behind them. “So, how do you think Ursa would choose?” Asked Helen. Ahead of them, in the ring, the two four year olds, bound back to back, had lost their balance and were writhing on the floor. Their mothers had finished making out and were beating their crying daughters with thin canes, telling them to get back to their lazy feet.
“I don’t know,” said Adele, head resting on Helen. “I really don’t know how Ursa would go, but I’d sure get some great orgasms whatever she chooses.”
“That,” said Helen as she pulled her lover to her to kiss her hard and deep, “is exactly the idea.”
THE END OF CHAPTER THREE
It just keeps getting better!!