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Writer: Midwych
Subject: KIDFIGHTCLUB 6
Link: Copyright 2009 / Midwych. All rights Reserved / http://www.asstr.org/~Polaris/
Story Codes: NC, Rape, Young Ones, Sadism, Abuse, Scat, WS
Kidfight Club 6
Mrs Norton was dressed only in her underwear, which in itself surprised Adele. She had assumed the middle-aged teacher only wore skirts and blouses, or perhaps plain dresses. Probably lived in them, Adele might have thought. Slept in them too for all she knew. But the sight of the woman in her black lace long line bra and hi-sided panties – one with a control panel at the front to keep her belly under control – took Adele a little by surprise. Somehow she never thought exciting lingerie was ever part of this mature woman’s life.
Adele was still faintly surprised, despite everything that had happened to her, to discover sex and sensuality was part of women’s lives. How naive she had been, thinking women were only what you saw on the outside. But then that was all her life was – an outer experience – until she discovered Kidfights. It was an a thought that tended to occupy Adele’s mind more and more but she knew that until Helen had bedded her in Vegas, she had no concept of being attracted to women and couldn’t be aware of their capacity to be intimate.
Now though, Ursa’s once-staid mother at least knew far more about such matters. Not only she had climaxed on Helen’s fingers (many times, as it happened, since they had become virtually partners) but also cum delightfully on the skilled fingertips of Mrs Norton – and in an empty classroom at that.
Still, thinking of the teacher beating on a child had made her incredibly hot, and she had made time to visit with the teacher at her home on Saturday morning. That was when she saw Mrs Norton – and bizarrely still didn’t know her first name – in her clearly expensive underwear. For various reasons people were all away from Adele’s home so the opportunity was perfect for this visit. Adele however was intrigued by how good the older woman looked, and felt her cunt heat up at the unexpected sight.
“You’re early,” said Mrs Norton, letting Adele in to her home. There was no sign of a Mr Norton, but then she had noticed that the teacher didn’t wear a wedding band. The teacher’s comfortable house was quiet and the woman clearly had no problem in walking round in just her underwear. She also wore spiked high heels and they made the older woman’s strong legs seem even more powerful. Adele felt quite light headed as she watched the woman move, saw the light gleam on the older woman’s strong thighs and calfs.
“Should I take my clothes off too?” Adele asked, blushing a little at the idea. She wasn’t sure why she should say this but it seemed the correct thing to do.
“Up to you,” smiled Mrs Norton. “I will be busy so I won’t be looking.”
On impulse Adele decided she would strip to her pink lace trimmed panties and her matching pink bra. In a way she felt better for being so lightly dressed. “Do I look okay?” She asked, slightly anxious that Mrs Norton shouldn’t be displeased.
“Fine my dear. My other guests won’t be here for a few minutes, but this is where I beat on little Lexi.” The woman led Adele through to what might normally have been a large dining room. Instead it was room stripped of furniture save for a single upright pole in the center of the room and several tall, upright but narrow cages stood round the walls. “Lexi and me will be here,” said the teacher, indicating the pole, which Adele noted was not only thick and with straps hanging from it at various points, but was set into the floor on what looked an incredibly powerful spring. “You and the other guests will be in the cages. Two to a cage, I have to say,” added Mrs Norton.
“Why?”
“Because there is quite an audience for these little events,” said the teacher. “I have to double up or else-‘
“No, I mean why the cages? I wouldn’t interfere.”
“I am sure you wouldn’t dare, but ti’s an old pleasure of mine. I like the mom of the girl I am punishing to be caged and watching, so if I cage everyone then there is no favoritism.” Mrs Norton grinned. “Plus I can imagine that way you are all somehow concerned relatives. eager to be here but equally wanting to get out and save the poor child.”
“Uh, will we be gagged?” Adele gulped.
“That’s your choice. I do prefer my watchers to be quiet so the only noise should the sound of my fists, me cussing and of course the girl crying and screaming, but I trust you to be quiet while I’m busy.”
“You said girls. Is Lexi the only one you hit?” It was a stupid question really, Adele thought.
Mrs Norton obviously thought so too. “Good heavens no! What ever gave you that idea? When I hit a girl like Lexi she will be badly hurt, and have to be off school for at least a week. Though I do favor girls who heal quickly, I admit I do need to get my ‘fix’ as it were more often than once every four months. Lexi is beaten three times a year, so in between I arrange for other girls to be here from time to time.” As she spoke Mrs Norton punched the palm of one hand with her other fist, and Adele blinked at the noise it made. “Share and share alike,” she chuckled.
“I see.” Adele nodded. “Which cage do I go in?”
“I think you should be in this one,” the woman patted the first cage. “You will share with my neighbor, old Miss Hutchings. She’s seventy now but loves these little shows. I am sure she will appreciate a younger woman in her bra and panties pressed up against her.”
Adele stared: the cages were narrow, so two people in there would be pretty intimate. She also noticed there were a couple of small cages just big enough for a dog. Mrs Norton saw Adele looking and offered an explanation. “Oh those… They are reserved for any kids who get brought along. There will be at least one child in there, possibly two.”
Adele’s cunt was for some reason burning hotter. “Caged children? How wonderful,” she said, her voice almost cracking with excitement. “Do you ever want to beat on those?”
Mrs Norton laughed. “My, you are a fucking filthy perverted bitch aren’t you? Well, sometimes their disgusting mom will let a little one out and I like to kick them some. Nothing as severe as Lexi, but a little slapping helps me cool down.”
“Oh God,” sighed Adele. “Are … are all moms this disgusting?” Adele was feeling fresh waves of lust mounting in her.
“Filthy cunts like you and that mother of the brat Cowper? Why yes, of course, bitch.” Mrs Norton seemed different now, her tone more severe. “Your sniveling kind make me want to puke. You breed little brats without permission, drag them into the world because you were fucked by some stupid man’s cock, and then start moaning about how hard it is, how much work it takes. What you neeeed!” Mrs Norton had put on a mock whine at that point. “Think of meeee! And the kids are just like their stupid mothers. The fuck-kids just shit and piss and throw up and behave badly. Like their fucking useless moms.”
Adele gulped at the tirade, feeling that old familiar tremble in her, a burning in her cunt. “So please… should moms be punished?” Her voice was weak.
Mrs Norton laughed. “Shit, yes.” She leaned in to Adele and punched her in the belly. The shocked younger woman crumpled to the floor, clutching her stomach and gasping for breath. “I didn’t tell you, did I?” Said the teacher standing over Adele, lying sobbing in the fetal position. “I also like beating on stupid whore moms.”
“Moms like me,” Gasped Adele, tears in her eyes. She felt incredibly aroused and scared at the same time.
“Just like you,” said the teacher with a sneer. She leaned over Adele and spat on her, her saliva splattering Adele’s face. “Exactly like you, bitch cunt.”
“Oh God,” moaned Adele, not daring to wipe the spit off her face. “Please… May I cum now?”
The woman snorted a laugh and put the heel of one of her shoes on one of Adele’s tits. “No,” she said, with a smirk. “I cum in my house because I am in charge, but bitches like you you don’t.”
“Yes, of course,” sobbed Adele. She felt like her daughter must have felt when beaten. The pain and the weird delight that she had been bettered – and battered. She also felt aroused and yearned to finger herself. But this punishment was deserved, she knew. She was being treated like this because of the shit she was. She had brought Ursa into the world because of one night of drunken carelessness with her husband’s best friend, Cal, and now she was going to be punished for the filthy whore she was. Adele bit her lip. “You know, don’t you?”
“That the little bitch Ursa isn’t yours?” The older woman laughed and pressed her heel more into Adele’s already hurting tit. “Yeah, everyone does. It’s pretty obvious your husband ain’t the father, though he’s probably never noticed. Or if he has, he doesn’t care.”
“Please,” said Adele, realizing that was probably why Kelvin spent so little time with Ursa: she wasn’t his but he accepted her presence. “I’m sorry.”
“You will be, you filthy fuck whore,” said Mrs Norton. “From now on you will do exactly as I say.” She paused and pressed even more with her heel, ignoring Adele’s scream of pain. “Do I make myself clear, bitch?”
“Oh God, yes,” moaned Adele between her tears.
“Can you see my cunt from down there?” Mrs Norton was right over Adele now, and she hooked the crotch of her panties to one side. Her fat, full and wet cunt lips sprang into view, even though there was a near forest of black and gray pubic hair.
“I see it,” whispered Adele. “And it’s going to piss on me, isn’t it?”
“If you say please.”
“Please,” gasped Adele, and took the full force of the yellow jet in her face, with mouth open as a whore should do. Grateful to be used.
From the cage, pressed against the skinny seventy year old woman, Adele’s view was astonishing. She could see the teacher in her black bra and panties circling the heavily starpped doll that was the lovely little Lexi Cowper. The little girl was naked an tightly fastened to the pole – the woman had taken her time securing the little girl so she was pressed with back to the pole in the middle of the room – and the child was whimpering and fighting back tears, even though she hadn’t been hit yet. In fact, she was probably crying because she knew full well what was coming, how it would hurt. Every sob made the spring-held pole tremble and move, making her a sort of moving target. The child’s tormentor – for that was what Mrs Norton was – wore black leather gloves and she was in the same sort of boxing position that Adele had seen Ursa and all the other kidfighters adopt.
Ready to punch, ready to inflict pain.
But Mrs Norton was taking her time. She had earlier forced several women into the row of cages while Lexi stood to attention fastened by the web of straps to the pole, including one tight round her slim throat, watching among others her mother being pushed into a cage along with a rather fat woman so Mrs Cowper was pressed hard against the bars and unable to move. The cage mesh was already digging deep into Lexi’s mother’s helpless, trapped body and face, and all Mrs Cowper could do was moan and gasp for air. She looked in agony, and Adele wondered why she did this. But then, why did so many women do all this? It was sex, obviously, and the feelings and desires were far too powerful to ignore.
Only one of the small “dog” cages was occupied and that was by a pretty little girl aged no more than four, if that. She was the mixed-race daughter of a black woman who arrived with her twin sister, and once the dyed-blonde-haired child was crouched in her little locked cage her mother and aunt were obliged to share a cage. They looked pretty happy about it too and were kissing as much as watching events through the bars of their cage. With hands jammed between each other’s legs, they were ignoring their whimpering cunt of a daughter and niece.
It sounded as if the child knew all too well what was coming to her as she crouched in her cage.
Adele wasn’t sure about sharing with Mrs Norton’s neighbor, Lilibeth Hutchings, especially as the old crow had one hand forced down inside Adele’s pink panties as was chuckling as she worked her scrawny long fingers up into Adele’s sopping wet cunt. If it had been Helen trapped in there with her then Adele would have been delighted, but this old woman was anything but attractive and she had demanded that her long, floppy tits were fondled by her younger cage-mate. At least as much as Adele could in the confined space.
More, the old woman’s breath stank and Adele felt nauseous. But she had no choice but to take in what the old cow breathed out.
Without warning Mrs Norton jabbed the first punch. It was perfectly aimed and caught the bound Lexi right on the point of her cute nose, making the child yelp. A spot of blood ran from one nostril. “Did that hurt, cunt?” Mrs Norton demanded as the little girl wobbled on the pole, rolling and yawing like a toy clown on its round base.
“Yes ma’am,” sniffed the child, tears already running. “T-thank you.”
“Good, you filthy little shit of cunt bitch,” said Mrs Norton. “You deserve this pain.”
The child nodded unhappily in response.
And so it went, slowly and painfully. Every carefully considered punch from Mrs Norton had to be thanked. Some hit the child’s body, some hit her face, some from the side were on her thin, strapped down arms. Bruises were springing up and blood running from the girl’s nose and lips, but each punch was tearfully, painfully thanked. If the fastened down little bitch didn’t say it loudly enough, maybe through crying, she had to repeat her thanks, more loudly.
And each blow set the pole moving more, making an ideal moving target for Mrs Norton – though she hardly ever missed.
Adele shot a look sideways (as best she could, considering Lilibeth was now trying to kiss the younger woman she was pressed against) and she could see that Lexi’s mom was desperately trying to get her trapped hand to her own slit. But the total lack of space and the way she was penned to the cage side meant she simply couldn’t. The wire was cutting into Mrs Cowper’s tits and one hard nipple peeped tantalizingly out. Adele almost felt sorry for the mother, unable to finger herself to orgasm, but then Adele remembered what Mrs Norton had said: these moms were bitches, and didn’t deserve anything good. Mothers like her and Mrs Cowper and even the smug black whore in another cage were stupid mothers, and that meant punishment.
“Kiss me,” said stinky-breath Lilibeth. Adele almost said: you should be watching the fight. But first of all it wasn’t a fight and secondly, what choice did she have? She turned her head and felt the older woman’s creased, thin lips against hers, a tongue poking into her own mouth. Adele felt hot. More, she could hear the teacher cussing and swearing, heard the slap of the punch on the strapped down child (and heard the heavy spring creak and groan as it was forced into action) and of course heard both howls of pain and thanks from the battered Lexi.
Lilibeth was fingering Adele hard. brutally, as if she didn’t care if Adele was pleasured or not. “Like this, you filthy whore?” Asked the old crow.
Perhaps it was hearing the small girl thanking her teacher, but Adele couldn’t help herself respond: “Thank you, yes.”
“I think I will own you,” said the old woman as she bit on Adele’s offered tongue. “Seems the best thing for a shit like you.”
“Um, yes, of course,” moaned Adele. She wanted to get back to watching Mrs Norton punch the helpless child, but Lilibeth was demanding attention. Adele could tell that Mrs Norton was punching harder now, stepping up the pace and power. but she couldn’t get to look and she felt so frustrated.
“Good, I’m so glad you’re learning to behave” said the old woman with a cackle. The laugh made her breath smell even more disgusting, and Adele felt her climax build at the unexpected thought of being made to clean the old woman’s yellow teeth with her tongue, licking any half-chewed food off them, smelling Lilibeth’s foul breath. It was such an unexpected thought that Adele gave a gasp as he cunt tingled fiercely. Was this what her future was? And if so, what about Ursa and Helen and everyone else? What about all the Kidfights she was going to attend? “Oh God,” she moaned as she started to cum. “Please… I have a daughter who needs-“
A wet, sloppy and revolting kiss from Lilibeth stopped any chance of conversation, and the old woman’s fingers forced up harder into Adele. Only when the old crow was satisfied that Adele had climaxed did she permit Adele to look back at the middle of the room. Look back at what had become an incessant torrent of punched, right and left, at the helpless girl.
But the child could take no more. Lexi was hanging, as good as unconscious, in her straps on a motionless pole. Blood ran from her small, once pretty but now battered face, mixing with tears and snot. She wasn’t thanking her teacher any more because she was barely aware of anything. There were big bruises all over her slender body, and blood ran over the straps, dripping on to the floor by the heavy spring. Mrs Norton was screaming obscenities at the child, glove off her right hand and fingering herself hard. In the other cages, women were moaning and crying and gasping as they came too as best they could. It’s over, thought Adele, and I missed some of it.
But the event wasn’t over. Mrs Norton suddenly went to the small occupied dog cage and dragged out the little mixed-race girl. The child was sobbing and begging and calling for her mommy but her mommy was calling her child names, telling her to “fucking well behave.” Her aunt was shouting too, things like: “Go on: beat the lil bitch up.”
And that was precisely what the teacher did. First a kick that sent the small girl flying across the room, then bending over the tiny figure she aimed her punches well. The small girl was free to get up and try to run (though Adele doubted there was any place to run to) but the child huddled in a sobbing, squealing ball, and more punches rained in. Then Mrs Norton in a fit of rage hauled the child up by her dyed blonde hair and delivered one last, hard punch to the little child’s face.
It was lights out for the poor girl, and Mrs Norton dropped the bloodied and silent child to the floor as she finished herself off with a loud yell of deep satisfaction.
Adele was being kissed again and fingered hard by Lilibeth, and she was cumming once more and she didn’t care about anything now. Not even the old woman’s bad breath and scraggy tits. She had witnessed the most vile thing ever, was doing the most revolting thing imaginable, and she was more than glad.
Life was changing again for Adele and she moaned her thanks to whoever was listening.
THE END OF CHAPTER SIX