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Feature Writer: Regis
Feature Title: LADIES’ SPORT 4
Published: 06.11.2023
Story Codes: Erotic Horror
Author’s Notes: Regis is getting a reputation for being very rough on the ladies, without always considering their personal wishes. This story may serve to reverse that image, as the ladies in this one are out for enjoyment all the way, at all costs! Enjoy.
Ladies’ Sport 4
CHAPTER FOUR
Sharri opened her eyes and realized that she had been in the throes of orgasm for several moments. For some reason she couldn’t grasp, this kind of vaginal abuse was incredibly stimulating. She would have to concentrate because as they lay naked on this dingy stage in front of a leering audience, the count had to be getting close to fifty.
Her foot was starting to get sore, and she was glad she was not wearing the boots that the pros wore, or her foot would probably really hurt by now. The next kick was more forceful than any others had been so far. Andra had lifted her hip, twisted, and got extra leverage to deliver a severe blow.
The force had actually made Sharri’s shoulders skid on the leather surface of the ring. Sharri tried the same technique and found she could hammer the cunt of her opponent with much more force. She had no idea how to defend against the extra hard blows that resulted. However, she did see how she could get even more power to her attack on her opponent’s cunt.
She braced with her free leg, and used it to lift her hips, and then used the bracing leg to launch her kick, actually driving herself toward Andra as she kicked out. Andra’s incredible scream announced the success of her strategy. She had delivered nearly half a dozen such powerful kicks before Andra caught on, and was able to return them in the same style.
The result was incredible. Sharri screamed out at the power being applied to the bone-jarring kicks to her sex organ and realized she was back into an outstanding orgasm. She thrust her hips into each kick as they came, then returned the favor in good measure, creating the results she results she wanted.
She noticed that her kicking leg was beginning to ache from the extended unfamiliar effort, and she thought the muscle across the top of her thigh, the one that lifted the leg, was going to burst or bind into a knot of a cramp from the extraordinary effort she was putting out in playing this cunt-jolting game.
The girls were virtually collapsing after each kick, and the interval between kicks was now nearly ten seconds. Each would summon up her strength, lift her aching leg, and deliver another punishing blow to the cunt of her screaming opponent, then would lie back, restoring her strength while awaiting the return kick.
Suddenly the referee’s whistle blew, and they realized that they had each absorbed an incredible fifty kicks to their lust-ravaged organs. Andra rapidly responded as she burst into action, catching Sharri completely off guard. She remembered the phrase that the woman in the dressing room had used, Rabbit Kicking.
She had imagined the action, a rapid series of damaging blows, and she went to work on Sharri’s cunt, kicking so fast that Sharri had no time to recover or to get in a kick of her own. Sharri lay back, both legs raised, taking the violent cunt-kicks as they came, driven into an uncontrollable orgasm under the monstrous power-fuck she was receiving from the huge dildo.
Andra finally gave up the assault, totally exhausted, her leg feeling like it was going to explode off her from the muscle pain and severe cramping in her thigh. Anxious that the hammering did not stop, Sharri began to kick back, driving a series of cunt-punishing blows into Andra’s stuffed sex organ with all her might.
The audience was going wild, shouting and encouraging both of the girls to give their all. This was a remarkable novice bout: most novices were unable to complete the first compulsory fifty kicks. Andra twisted on the hammering dildo, taking it in all directions, screaming her wish to take more and more and more.
The erotic sight of her well-formed body twisting under the assault was extremely provocative, as was the form of the nude woman strapped onto the other end of the punishing device, kicking it into her with all her might. Both girls had worked up a considerable sweat and their bodies gleamed with their perspiration.
Their weapon-stuffed vaginas virtually foamed with the evidence of their passion, as they gave themselves entirely to the bizarre sport, not only for the benefit of the gamblers but also for their own perverse gratification. This obscene pain/pleasure sport was all-consuming and provided them with incredible orgasms.
Andra felt the fire in her cunt, and remembered the first time she had been so daring. It was when they were on vacation at the lake. She was twelve but had not yet started to bloom. She had made friends with a girl who was staying at a cabin a short distance down the beach, and they were both looking for excitement to break the monotony of the place.
There was no mall to go to where they could hang, not even a Seven-Eleven. It looked like their vacation was going to be a real drag until the boys they met on the beach invited them to the beach party.
Several cars of teenagers were in the campground, and they had arranged a party up the beach in a quiet cove.
Andra and her new friend discovered that these kids came up here on the weekend and raised hell, which was just the kind of fun the girls were looking for. There were more guys than girls, so they always tried to invite some of the girls to stay at the private cabins along the beach. It was very exciting.
The guys picked them up after dark, and although they could walk most of the way along the beach and through the woods, they had to use an old row boat to get around the point, and into the cove itself. The boys had brought along lots of beer, hot dogs, and beach blankets, and promised the party would be a blast. It was.
They built a big fire and gathered lots of wood to replenish the blaze. In the small cove, the light from the fire made it easy to see. There were nearly fifty kids there when they arrived, and only half a dozen of those were girls. The girls looked like street kids, from their dirty clothes and tough and sexy attitude.
Andra noticed that one girl with a very short black tube dress was not wearing any panties. She said she was fourteen and had grown a decent pair of titties, but was not wearing a bra. She was absolutely rude. She was the only girl with high heels, and she kept them on, even though they made it difficult for her to walk in the sand.
Another of the girls, who had to be no more than Andra’s age, had six rings in each ear, and a stone set in the side of her nose. A fine gold chain dangled from beneath her micro-mini skirt, and Andra wondered what the chain was attached to. It had to be rings in her cuntlips! All of the girls there were very pretty, and Andra realized the guys had picked them carefully.
She noticed that none of them seemed to be girlfriends of any of the guys. They were just there for a good time, and it was time to party.
Three of the kids had brought ghetto blasters. They tuned them all to the same rock station and placed them around the small beach, so there was lots of sound to party to.
All the kids had beer, and Andra started to feel a bit dizzy before she finished her first. She had never had a whole bottle to herself before, she had always just had some of somebody else’s. She knew this was going to be a real party when one of the boys offered her a second beer. She took it and tilted it back.
She and her new friend spilled some beer on their t-shirts, making the outline of their erect nipples stand out. They started to giggle, and couldn’t stop. That was when they knew for sure they were having a great time. Some of the guys took off their shirts and got girls to dance with them in the sand.
It was fun, and soon nearly everybody was dancing. Even the girl in the tube dress finally kicked off her heels and had fun. She was quite a hit, and she danced wildly, getting lots of attention, even from the other girls. She got more and more outrageous, kicking her legs wildly so that the tube dress rode higher and higher, giving free glimpses of her bare exposed pubic mound.
Andra saw that the girl had little more hair on her cunnie than she had. She realized that the girl might not even be fourteen, although she said she was. She guessed the girl was no more than eleven. The daring young lady was attracting everybody’s attention. They all stopped dancing and made a big ring around her to watch her.
She was really acting outlandish, and she pulled a guy forward to dance with her. She slipped the top of her tube dress down over one of her titties and got the guy to lick her nipple while they danced. He eagerly cooperated, and everybody cheered him on. The growing bulge in his jeans said he was having fun too.
When she tired of that, she got one of the guys to give her an open bottle of beer, she drank half of it and then she stuck the base in the sand. Then she danced over it, swaying and gyrating in time to the loud music, slowly lowering herself into a squatting position. She was incredible. With every move, her cunnie came more and more into view, and she didn’t care.
When she got down low, her tight short skirt rode up above her pubic patch and even pulled itself up uncovering her bum. She lowered herself down until the lips of her naked cunnie brushed the top of the bottle’s long narrow neck. She slid her love slot along the top of the bottle, then with a small bounce lowered herself so that the neck disappeared inside her!
She pressed right down, grinding her hips as she did so until her pussy lips spread against the shoulders of the brown bottle. It was right up inside her! She was actually fucking herself with a bottle, right on the beach in front of everybody. What surprised Andra was that nobody seemed to mind.
They all watched her obscene act, and it was clear from their clapping in time to the music they liked it. They cheered her when she stood up, now gripping the neck and shoulder of the half-full beer bottle in her sex slot. She was acting like a real slut, clearly having the time of her life, and they loved her.
Two of the boys grabbed the girl by the arms and took her off down the beach into the darkness. She was laughing, still clinging to the beer bottle with her pussy when she left. Andra was sure they were going to fuck her. That was what happened when girls were taken aside by guys at a party, and they were either raped or enjoyed a good fuck.
She had been at parties where girls had been taken to bedrooms or to the back seat of the car to be fucked, and although she had never done it herself, she thought it was really exciting. She just hadn’t found a guy she wanted to do it with yet. She knew she would have to do it fairly soon because in less than ten months she would be twelve.
The girl with the chain dangling between her legs got undressed, taking everything off. She got onto her back, lifting herself with her legs and arms. Andra watched a boy take her chain. It was attached to a ring that pierced the fleshy hood at the crest of her vagina! He gave a little tug to the chain, and she started to crab-walk, with her pierced genitals on full display.
“I’m walking my pet crab!” he said, and everyone laughed and made room for him as he and his unusual pet, face-up on all fours, moved around the blazing fire.
The young girl was acting out the debasing subservient role willingly. Andra and her friend were startled at the bizarre turn the beach party had taken.
They thought of leaving, but without the boat, they were stranded. As strange and sexually depraved as the party was turning out to be, at least it didn’t appear it was going to become threatening to them, and they found it intriguing, wondering what was going to happen next. They were soon to find out.
“It’s show and tell time!” one of the boys said, and opening his fly, pulled out his penis.
It was in full erection. He was only twelve or thirteen and had not been circumcised.
“Okay,” he said, “Everybody has to show their dinks, boys and girls, and tell us how many times they’ve used it!”
The boys were quick to pull out their cocks to show them to everyone. There was a large assortment of dicks, both big and small, thick and thin. Only a couple of the younger boys were not yet fully erect. A couple of the girls lifted their skirts, and another dropped her jeans and panties to her knees.
Andra and her friend were game to get into it, because they loved to do daring things, and this was as daring as anything either of them had ever done. Looking at each other and grinning, the girls loosened their belts and slid their jeans down. They reluctantly also slid their panties down a few inches.
“Come on, girls, we need to see you get those panties right down to your knees!” the other girls said.
Andra’s friend misunderstood, and she dropped to her knees in the sand. One girl had held out and had moved to the back of the group. She was pushed forward, and with everyone watching, was berated for hiding.
She had said she was just going off to pee, so they made her pee into an empty beer bottle, in front of everybody. The girl did as she was told, pushing the neck of the bottle against her urethra, and squirting her piss into it. Two of the boys watching were so excited at the obscene act they began jerking on their cocks, and the older of them, a boy of fourteen, ejaculated into the air.
Andra and her friend were told to go first, telling everyone about their previous experience having sex with boys. Both said they had never done it and when everyone had finished sharing their experience statistics, they discovered they were the only ones in the entire group who had never had sex.
“Virgins!” the shout went out, “We got virgins! We got virgins!” everybody chanted.
“Virgins are for eating peanuts!” an older boy shouted, “Where are the peanuts?”
There were several bags of peanuts with the beer, and one of the boys brought them over.
“Sit them up on that big log!” another shouted, and Andra and her friend were lifted up and positioned on the edge of a large log that had washed ashore.
Their jeans and panties were pulled right off them, and they were handed the bag of nuts.
“Okay, you two gotta eat them with your fuckin’ cunts! You gotta stuff them salted nuts up into your pussies!”
The girls hesitated. They hated taking orders, and what they were told to do was not nice.
“NOW!” the boy shouted, and they both promptly complied.
The peanuts were salty and oily and felt funny as they stuffed the vestibule of their vaginas with them. They could hold only a few each, and the kids watching them quickly realized that they were true virgins, with their hymens intact.
Now it became very humiliating for the two girls. The boys lined up, got on their knees in front of their spread legs, and ate the peanuts from their pussies. They dug around with their tongues, French kissing the girls’ virgin cunts, having a hard time getting even the half-nuts stuck in the vaginal crevasses.
As each boy finished, they had to stuff more peanuts into themselves, then undergo the peanut eating again. Even the girls took part, eagerly digging the salty nuts out of the immature vaginas with their tongues. Andra’s friend shivered when another girl put her mouth to her sex organ, but Andra thought it was neat.
It made her feel powerful having another girl on her knees, eating from her twat. It gave her a strange sense of power that she liked. When everyone had taken a turn, the girls who were not virgins had to sit on the log, and cooked franks covered in ketchup and mustard were stuck into their bare cunnies.
This was really gross, but the boys encouraged Andra and her friend to join them in eating “pussy dogs” directly from the sex organs of the young girls. This was so much fun that it was almost like sex, Andra thought. The girls giggled with embarrassment when other young females ate the franks from their naked cunnies.
Participating was important to them. It was all part of the sexy game, and wanting to be included in the sport, these sexy girls, just entering puberty and not yet to the stage where they would menstruate, were all committed to doing it right, and after a hot dog wiener was eaten, promptly inserted another.
While the eating game was going on, the two boys who had taken the girl down the beach returned. She was with them, with cum trickling down the inside of her leg. The dress was gone: she was stark naked. It was clear to everyone that while they were down the beach, the boys had raped her.
A beach blanket was laid out beside the fire. The naked young girl was instructed to get onto her hands and knees on the blanket, and was then prompted by the two who had taken her away, with the lash of a twig across her bare bum, she sobbingly invited all the boys to enjoy her hospitality by climbing on and fucking her.
One by one the boys took off their pants, got behind the kneeling girl, and mounted her, displaying their male prowess in mastering the young girl before their friends. Andra thought it was disgusting, fucking her with everybody at the beach party watching them, but after all, they had invited her, and she’d accepted.
When the wiener-from-the-cunt eating was finished, everyone stripped naked and went in for a swim. Skinny dipping was an ancient and honorable pass-time, and no late-night beach party was complete without it. The two oldest boys approached Andra and her friend when they came out of the water.
“Look, we need two volunteers,” they said.
“What for?” the girls asked innocently.
“Virgin sacrifices,” one of the boys said.
“Ya,” piped in the other, “We wanna have a cherry poppin’ contest!”
“And you two are the only cherries we got,” said the first, “All the other cunts we got are experienced fuckers!”
“Even the young one,” said the other boy, indicating the nude ten-year-old who was standing nearby, “She was a virgin sacrifice two years ago when she was only eight. Now we need some fresh meat.”
“What do we have to do?” asked Andra’s friend.
“All you gotta do is pop your own cherry with the neck of a beer bottle!” they were told.
“You do it yourself, so it ain’t dangerous or nothin’ like that,” the boys explained.
“It’s the highlight of the whole damned party, and you two are the only virgins we got, so you gotta do it!” they said.
The girls had each downed three beers, and what the boys said made a lot of sense, somehow, so they agreed. Andra remembered thrusting herself onto that beer bottle, and the stabbing pain that hit her briefly when her hymen had torn open under the strain, freeing her vagina for the long night of sex that followed.
It was incredible. She had probably had sex with forty boys that night, some of them twice. Her cunnie had been rubbed sore and had swollen, and had hurt for a week whenever she peed.
Her sore pussy was hurting a different way now under the assault of this huge dildo and the monstrous kicks Sharri was giving her. That bizarre beach party had been so long ago, not long after the start of her eleventh year, but it seemed as vivid as if it were yesterday.
Now, seven years later, here she was, naked on a stage in front of an audience, busy abusing herself and her sex organ for the delight of a crowd of strangers again. She wondered for the first time if she really was a tramp after all. Maybe she was because this is what tramps did to deserve that name.
Sharri wished she were in better shape for this. She had kept herself trim, but to do this sport properly, and to have the endurance necessary to do her best as the contest progressed, a girl would have to work out every day. She determined that from now on she would do just that, and keep her muscles in good tone.
She was so tired now that she could hardly lift her leg, let alone kick with it. Andra seemed to be better conditioned because she was still pounding her with vicious kicks. She got in a few more, but the ache in the muscle on top of her thigh was killing her, and was much worse than the ache in her cunt from the battering her sex organ had taken.
Suddenly Andra screamed, and her shrill outburst was not related to a kick, although it did report she was in severe agony. Sharri rolled to sit up and see what was bothering Andra, and her movement caused the muscle right at her hip joint to bind, cramp into a knot, and give her excruciating pain.
The two girls screamed at the top of their lungs, grasping their upper thighs. The audience laughed as the referee called a draw. This was the way many of the novice contests ended, although more often it was just one girl that could not continue, and she would be required to take an undefended cunt kicking until she could scream …
“STOP” twelve times, just like the pros.
Now that they had both experienced the kick dildo, they were classified as professionals. From now on, they would be expected to be in shape, and a draw would not be allowed. If either was struck by a Charlie horse in the leg again, she would have to suffer the consequences and take a thorough cunt-kicking.
This was not a charity event, the gamblers expected to see real action, as that’s what they’d paid for, and demanded the resolution to fights. Only in novice events, the first-time entry by a woman, could the outcome go undecided, and it happened so often that many betting on the bout ending in a draw.
The novice fights were fun events, and the new girls always put on a terrific show, just by their discovery of the techniques. That was why they were never allowed to kick before they stepped into the ring before an audience. Both girls still had a great deal to learn about how to get and give the most in this bizarre sexual contest.
From now on, their learning would be at the expense of taking serious cunt-kicking from hardened professionals. From now on both would have to train hard to build up their legs and endurance. Now that they had been initiated into the intimate but distancing sex sport, both would be required to sign contracts before they left tonight.
The pros liked to talk, to get the novices worked up and nervous with the stories they told. One of these was about a terrible special, held infrequently, called ‘slaughter night’, at which a young woman, or maybe all of the cunts performing in the ring, were attacked and killed with men carrying machetes, or maybe even machine guns.
Sharri and Audra knew bullshit when they heard it, and from time to time the pros would bullshit them with such stories. There was no evidence that there was anything to them, and they were certain they were told just to keep in line, knowing their place, and fearing they might be the target of such an attack.
This was pure bullshit, and they were not going to be the least deterred by it. The pros were just guarding their turf, with the extra experience they had gained, and wanted to keep the new, younger cunts from gaining ground on them. That was the nature of turf management, to keep the newcomers at bay.
Sharri and Andra would commit to a three-year term with a binding contract and would be required to leave their regular jobs immediately in order to train for their next bout. But all of that was ahead of them. For the moment, they were a pair of new celebrities, having done a public performance for the first time, and they were treated as special guests of the club.
Now that their fight was over, they pulled on their capes and returned to the dressing room. The professionals congratulated them, and after they showered and dressed, the Matre d’ of the club came into the dressing room and invited them to come out and watch the other performances with the guests.
Once they were in the casino area, the gamblers recognized them immediately and competed to buy them drinks. They also wanted to stand with them as the evening’s program went on. They watched Nancy and a fiery redhead climb into the ring. Sharri was startled at how much harder these girls kicked than either she or Andra had done.
She now recognized the need for extensive and ongoing training. While they watched the preliminary set of compulsory kicks, which they were sure would have put either of them out of the ring, the two girls listened to endless praise for their novice fight and their innovative style so early in their careers.
They heard from most of the gamblers, and the message was that they were absolutely incredible. The wealthy industrialist who had hosted their introduction to the sport told them they were naturals and had become instant celebrities. They felt he was exaggerating, but everything they heard that evening supported what he said.
“How did being in the ring feel?” he asked them.
“Fabulous!” said Sharri.
“It was great! Outstanding!” echoed Andra.
“You didn’t feel shy or embarrassed being nude in front of all these strangers?” he asked.
“Not really,” Sharri answered, “Because they all supported us.”
“And you can’t do this sport with your clothes on!” added Andra, “I didn’t think it was dirty at all! After all, we are all grown-ups, aren’t we? I thought it was really exciting!”
The girls had their attitudes in the right gear, and their industrialist host could see they were ready for the big move. This man could read women like a novel. He had brought these two along more smoothly than any of the many he had brought into the sport, and he knew they were ripe for the picking.
“Now your vaginas have become public property, and you should be proud of them!” he said. “These people expect to see much more of your cunt-kicking skills, and kick-absorbing abilities, and they are willing to wager big money on your performances.”
He then startled them when he offered them each a five-year contract. Full time. Three bouts a week, a two-week all-expenses paid holiday in Hawaii every six months, and all medical bills covered. The major condition of the contract was that they quit their jobs immediately, and begin training within the next week.
“God, I have to give at least two weeks’ notice!” Andra said.
“Same with me!” said Sharri, ”There’s no way I can just walk away from my job. My boss would absolutely kill me!”
“We can take care of that for you,” said their mentor, “Give Harmon here the name of your company, your position, and the name of the Chief Executive Officer. He will take care of everything, including cleaning out your desk for you. You need never go back.”
“Then I’d never be able to get a reference!” Sharri said, “I’d never be able to get another job as long as I lived!”
“You don’t understand, do you,” Harmon said, “With what the boss is offering you two, you’ll never have to work again! He’s going to make you into a wealthy women, just for a half hour of active pleasure a night. It’s naughty but nice, and everybody in the business, including the gamblers, will treat you like queens. All you have to do is sign!”
Sharri watched Nancy who had climbed into the ring, disrobed, and was now thrusting her hips and using her fingers to show the audience the depth and girth of her visibly stretched sex organ. The purpose was to show an organ that was capable of absorbing a pounding, but what Sharri saw was pure exhibitionism.
‘My sex slot is prettier than hers!’ she thought to herself. Her fingers went immediately to her cunt to feel its advantages, and the moist flesh reacted as she expected, drawing an oncoming orgasm just from the intimate contact. She grinned as she saw members of the audience noticing what she was doing. There was nothing shameful about knowing the value of one’s cunt.
She and the rest of the audience watched as the two naked girls mounted the large device, settled in place, and took the first kicks. ‘This is a snap, and I enjoy it” she thought. ‘I could do this for the rest of my life!’ That was the first time she had ever thought of the life of this sport.
She wondered how long girls lasted in it. She guessed it would be for as long as people thought of them as girls. She wondered how long Nancy and the others they had met had been in the business. These girls all seemed to be quite a bit older than she and Andra. She had probably been at it for years.
That got her to wonder about how long the underground sport had been in existence. Because she and Andra did not normally move in the circles of these very serious gamblers, they would not have heard of it even if illegal gambling on women cunt-kicking each other had been in vogue for a hundred years.
She would have to ask sometime. She also wondered if girls would age prematurely by taking part in this wild sport. She smiled to herself at that crazy thought. It was a fun sport, daring, but not particularly dangerous. It wasn’t as if they could do any permanent or long-term damage to each other’s cunt, she thought.
To be continued?