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Feature Writer: Regis
Feature Title: LAMI PI PRODUCTIONS 11 – 15
Published: 22.02.2024
Lami Pi Productions 11 – 15
CHAPTER 11 – Terminal Fist Butt-Fuck
“I have to tell you, I have no problem putting the rocks to kids. Having a cuddly naked little girl lying with you in your bed is fantastic, something you’ll never forget. Driving your cock into her until she screams while you hammer the head of her uterus with your rigid prick is an amazing feeling.
“If you’ve never tried it, you should. Once pretty little girls are properly trained they always give amazing sex. Best of all, in nearly every situation, they have no idea who you are. In their eyes you’re just another dirty old man, so they are never able to come back and bite you.
“A buddy of mine has an operation set up on the top three floors of an adults-only condominium downtown. He takes in street kids, or ‘borrows’ them from homeless single mothers, cleans them up and trains them, and for $500 you can fuck kids seven to ten years old. Most of the kids are girls, but if you’re into boys, you can get your dick into one of his.
“That’s not all, and this is really over the top. He’s discovered a new fetish. For $2,500 he’ll set up a client to off a kid in his special dungeon room, everything provided. I get there at least once a month, but I’ve never done a kid, I mean like killed her. I’m not into that shit. Not doing it. I do like to watch.
“Let someone else do the dirty work, or even better, for my taste, let the little cunts do each other. I prefer watching that. Either that or have a client who gets off on that shit do her. Offing a kid is a badass thing to do, but it’s interesting to see. I’d never do it, but I’ve paid to watch a few times.
“You wouldn’t believe how watching a business executive or big-time politician get naked with a little girl, fucking her front and back, and then lifting her up with his hands around her neck and strangling her to death, shooting great gobs of his cum as she dies can get your own semen spurting as you watch through a one-way mirror. Outstanding.
“One of the most unusual demonstrations I ever saw was done in a photo studio my buddy had built in this place with a one-way mirror on one wall, like all his rooms had. It was a professional space, with pro lights, diffusers and everything necessary to make sparkling images. It was as professional as a layout can get.
“As we sat behind the glass two guys came in with a cute little blonde who we were told was called Beebee, a 6-year-old from Austin, Texas. Her mother was a 19-year-old street girl who had trained her child to entertain men with her little cunt. One of them was using his smartphone to take pictures of her performing for them.
“I found out my buddy had procured the kid and her Mom just the day before, and had delivered the Mom to D-Ring right away to pay off a gambling debt. It turned out he had to do that quite often, but at the moment D-Ring can’t use that many kids to use as they’d like. They can only use little girls for their super-private parties.
“The two guys who’d bought Beebee were in great shape, muscular dudes, and the well trained little girl was used to working at sex parties with guys, and fully cooperated. They all got themselves stark naked. The kid knew how to pose and dance dirty, and gave them some really nasty shots, poking big dildos into herself and posing with the over-sized toys sticking really deep into herself.
“Little Beebee even gave them some scat pictures when she turned her back, squatted and took a shit for them into a bucket of soapy water, and then pissed into the bucket. The kid was not only well coached in the art of sexy and obscene performance, but was also clearly very experienced at turning men on with her nasty behavior for their camera.
“Then one guy picked her up, and grabbing a wrist and ankle, stretched her pretty good, horizontally. Can you believe she was able to produce another stream of hot piss? Then he got hold of both her ankles so she was upside-down, and overextended her legs straight out to the sides, making her pert little pussy stretch wide open.
“This exercise must have put unendurable pressure on her little bladder, because even though she’d peed only a few minutes earlier, she now pissed out another amber stream for them. This activity changed her demeanor, and she began to shriek in protest, to no avail.
“Holding her by one leg upside-down, he got a couple of fingers into her little cuntlet, and stretched it until he had 4 fingers in, and then amazed me when, with considerable pushing and twisting, he managed to get his thumb worked into her little womb as well. She was fully stuffed, and her little tummy showed the distress going on inside her.
“I couldn’t believe that immature little organ took his whole fucking hand into itself. It’s amazing what a cunt can take, even on a little girl at that tender age. Her screams spoke eloquently about how much he was hurting her, and he was going out of his way to ensure she got no pleasure from the massive manual invasion.
“Now he got serious. He pulled his fist out of her cunt, quickly got a rope around her neck, and hauled her up, hanging her. He spread her legs, thrust a finger into her little asshole, and working it around, added a second. The child grimaced as he stretched her pretty little rectum, but her professional smile returned quickly.
“I was surprised when he managed to get a third finger into the cooperating kid’s bum, but he was just getting started. He took some of the weight off the noose around her neck by pressing his fingers further up into her. Her smile disappeared, now replaced by her screams at the painful stretching of her rudely invaded little anus.
“With surprising force, he got the 4th finger into her, and all hell broke lose when he actually worked in his thumb! With a firm and decisive thrust, his entire hand was up the little kid’s ass! Her colon was stretched entirely out of shape. He viciously man-handled the kid’s bummeroo! He got her upright, and with some bouncing, she slid down to grip his wrist with her rectum, but there was more to come!
“Through bounce after violent bounce, his fist drove still deeper into the frantically screaming child’s torso, with her extremely stressed little anus desperately gripping his upper muscular forearm. The sadistic man began to ejaculate from his excitement of what he was doing to the helpless little girl, and he wasn’t done yet!
“The sadistic guy, his prick at full erection and pulsing as it arched upward, jerked his arm up and down until her over stressed rectum ruptured, giving him suddenly more access. Taking full advantage he continued driving his hand even deeper into the naked little girl’s torso, until her widespread buttocks reached the bend in his elbow!
“I did the math, and guessed his fingers had broken through her gut, and reached right up through her diaphragm to between her fucking lungs! The guy with the camera was capturing everything, and paused only to jerk out his own penis and start madly pumping it.
“Beebee had stopped screaming, producing nothing more than sharp little gasps as he lowered his arm so that she was still butt stuffed, but was now taking her weight on the noose around her neck again. The guy with the smartphone kept shooting pictures and video of the kiddie torture, and as she was strangled the kid gradually began to go limp on the guy’s arm. He was killing her!
“He pulled the rope off her head, lifted her on his arm over his head, and then powerfully threw her against the wall. She shot off his arm, and when it immediately pulled out of its warm flesh housing, his fist held a firm grip on her guts, which trailed behind her, jerked out of her asshole as she flew to smash her head against the brick wall.
“She was nearly dead before she was thrown, but the crushing of her skull and exposure of brain made the perfect cap to what turned out to be an outstanding fucking entertainment kill. I was very pleased to be there to witness that live performance. These guys really knew how to do a kid, and they did a terrific job in offing this pretty little bitch for their video.
“It was far from pretty, but was one of the most imaginative kills I have ever witnessed. The half dozen of us watching from behind the mirror were spurting cum as strongly as the guy who performed the amazing kill. You don’t get to see a naked little girl take a stout muscular arm all the way up her asshole every day.
“That’s fucking awesome,” Jackson said. His penis was out, and he was ejaculating as he listened to the extreme tale of total destruction of a pretty little girl. This was the kind of thing that got his blood pressure up, and he knew that would be true for the gamblers he was looking to attract.
“One of the best fucks I ever had,” Billy continued, “was with the youngest girl to ever work as a whore here in the totally private zone, a startlingly pretty 7-year-old Ethiopian girl from a primitive village in the Omo Valley. She was a rich chestnut brown, had nice budding little nipples, and a bum and legs to knock your fuckin’ eyes out.
“She was far too young to have any titties, but that naked little body was outrageously sexy. Somebody had taught the little cuntlet to move like a professional stripper, and she did the most erotic dance to get me going I’d ever seen. I don’t know how they can get little kids from such a backward place to be so cock-raising in their movements, but this little chickie really had had what it took.
“My dick was already standing at attention when she got her tender little mouth over its head, and her tiny fists pumping the base of my dick almost had me shooting. Then she got into bed with me, and I swear to God, fucked me like a fucking little brown rabbit. The pretty little Ethiopian princess proved to be fucking insatiable.
“She got me to cum four times in not much more than an hour. That’s my personal record for full ejaculations. That pretty voracious little cunt got my fucking balls aching from gross over-production. I’ve never been so turned on by any gorgeous whore I’ve ever fucked, regardless of age or degree of sexual experience.
“I was in agony for hours afterwards, but I can tell you fucking that pretty little brown kid was definitely worth every minute of it, as well as the aching balls. She gave me the ride of my life, and next time I have the opportunity I’m going to see if she’s still offering her amazing services.
“My guess is that by now whoever’s got her has given her the ultimate experience of being killed in a sexual slaughter show for the cock-jerking pleasure of those lucky enough to watch. I don’t know if I’d like getting a fuck with her or watching the gorgeous little cuntlet getting butchered. Both would be fucking amazing!”
CHAPTER 12 – Equipped for Damage
Sitting back in the comfortable chair alone in his wife’s den, Jackson pulled out his erection, to have it handy should his enjoyment make this useful or necessary. He wanted to be prepared for what he expected to see. Responding in kind to his rising lust was an automatic response for Jackson.
Life was about getting satisfaction out of it, and there was so much satisfaction to be had in the enjoyment of the opposite sex, regardless of age or stimulating activity. He was a cunt man, regardless, and from his point of view there was nothing more satisfying that seeing cunts injure each other. When there was no cunt handy, such as now, his fist was always a dependable best friend.
One video in particular on his wife’s computer caught Jackson’s attention, because of the outstanding beauty of the beautiful pair of athletic 8-year-old girls. They were coming into their own as people, in particular shapely female people, the kind that got his juices flowing in ways that fired his imagination and libido.
At this age, girls had slender shapely hips, and the lack of diapers revealed the clean split mound of their thankfully exposed vaginas, revealing the slit-parting bud of their now developing clitoral hood. These highly attractive little girls were potential grade 3 beauty queens.
His cock jerked as he thought of them competing with other pretty young girls in a grade 3 Miss Nude Beauty Pageant. He wondered if there actually were such competitions, and if not, why not? They would have to be very private, of course, but he saw there was real potential for making a lot of money from such grossly obscene competitions.
Just looking at them and their confident, fluid movement as they strained onto their tiptoes had Jackson’s penis standing firmly at attention, appearing to reach upward, as a penis will when it is particularly stimulated. Opening his fly proved to be a good idea. His erection was reaching well out of his pants, allowing his hand to give it the attention the rigid pulsing shaft so often demanded.
The sight and movement of their shapely legs particularly stimulated him as much as the slight opening of their small vaginas when they turned, their legs slightly spread. These two beautiful young contestants were very well selected, as were all of the others he’d seen on the videos.
Somebody in the organization that produced these violent erotic shows was doing something right. He was interested to know how they got these mothers organized, kept order, how they found the homes with owners willing to host the parties, and how they matched up the little girls in the fights.
This video contained more serious fare with these older 8-year-old pretty little girls. In one close-up shot Jackson was startled to see there were the tiny sharp points of thumbtacks sticking up through the tape on their fists. Weapons! These experienced kiddie fight girls were about to engage in what had to be a very bloody competition!
The girls also had tape around their feet, and there were sharp points of tiny thumbtacks sticking up on the top of their feet too. This bout was definitely going to be very damaging and bloody. His cock pulsed in his fist, and spurted some warm pre-ejaculation fluid. He knew he was absolutely going to expel jets of sticky semen before this bout was over.
He pulled this window up to full screen, closing the other files. These beautiful older children, about age 8 and probably in grade 3, were completely nude, and Jackson was quite pleased that these lovely little combatants were minus the usual and unwelcome genital-obscuring diapers. Their primary charms were presented in full display.
Stark naked, the pretty young girls were well tanned, and they displayed no tan lines of a bikini. Their attentive mothers had prepared them well for this nude scrap for a live audience and video recording. With the tacks to scratch and scrape each other’s smooth skin, it was apparent their blood-lusting mothers approved them participating in this match.
Jackson thought about their tanning. He was sure there were many places in American urban centers where young mothers could have their daughters up to 8-year-old frolic naked in the sun. That would be far preferable to the obscurity of taking care of it in a tanning salon, and much more enjoyable for any casual or invited observers.
He would love to spend an afternoon on a park bench with a glass of wine, observing the slow process of romping young girls tanning. He could imagine the shape of their flexing backs, their slightly rounded tummies terminating in the puff of their pubic mound, and their lithe limbs moving in the excitement of their girl-play.
He knew it was easy to find such places in Japan, such as public fountains and wading pools, where girls as old as 10 frolicked nude. He had been delighted to watch the younger girls squat to pee in the water, and some to also drop floating lumps of their poop. Their mothers would promptly scoop it up into a plastic bag, from supplies left in place in special dispensers for this very purpose.
Playing in a park would be the best way to get little girls ready for this kind of well-tanned nude presentation. Their mothers would also have to train them in the strategies to be effective and hopefully damaging fighters with the sharp thumbtacks in their taped fists. He could imagine them in dingy boxing clubs being trained by over-the-hill boxers and wrestlers to be competent young fighters.
With the moral standards to be found in such places, the athletic little girls would likely train naked, even with their mother present. The venue in this video looked like the home of the CEO of a mid-sized firm. He guessed it to be worth between 3 and 5 million, given what he could see. In this upper-middle class private home, the fight between pretty little girls armed with the tacks promised to be bloody, and the girls looked ready.
The mini fight ring was set up inside a 3-car garage, to reduce bloodstaining of the beautifully finished interior of the home. It was hard for Jackson to believe these apparently innocent very young beauties were about to engage in a mercilessly brutal battle, each with the objective to hurt the other as much as possible.
It was clear the fight he was about to view was designed to be much more damaging to the young participants than the first videos he’d watched. A mess was a certainty. The 30 excited women in the audience (he checked and Martha was not among them) were either mothers in their ‘20s or a number of grandmothers in their ‘40s or ‘50s, and were either in bikinis or nude. Jackson understood why.
These women were planning to be up close and personal with the ring, the naked competitors, and would be exposed to getting blood splatters from the lovely 8-year-old competitors if things got as wild as both he and they were certain they would. Those thumb tacks on their taped hands and feet were capable of digging significant scratches in the tender flesh of these nude little girls.
It was a reasonable precaution, and also afforded viewers of the video the chance to see the quality of the figures of the women who made up the audience. It was quite a small, group, so those present had likely paid a handsome premium to take part in the viewing and gambling.
There was no chance the women would refrain from masturbating their naked cunts when the action started. Once the girls got going in their speed-enhanced battle, the frenzy of their fighting would ensure some charming kiddie blood sprinkles would be splattered around.
The women in the audience, mostly young mothers, were fit, shapely and physically desirable. Even the grandmothers present, few much older than 50, kept themselves in very good shape, with tops that revealed their ample supported cleavage, and were as enthused about what was going to take place in the ring as the younger enthusiasts.
Jackson was certain the young ladies would all be actively masturbating as the fight got rough, as he was equally certain, with the sharp points of those vicious tacks in play, it would. He knew that young girls developed at a very early age the desire to hurt other girls they didn’t like. They would want to damage their opponent so much that they would remember for a long time who had hurt them.
He knew from experience this need to hurt other females endured into adulthood, which was why woman nude fighters were so much more ferocious than male equivalents. Women were hellcat fighters, always taking the maximum toll before allowing a bout to end.
They treated their children in the same way, and the little girls began to get it, assuming that it was all about maximum hurting. By the time some of the little girls had a few nude fights under their belts they had figured out how to hurt their opponents in bruising and sometimes lasting ways.
Their innate need to increase damage probably grew out of a primal instinct to protect their young, but in this case protection of the young was not at play. These mothers wanted their kids to get hurt as much as they wanted them to punish other children!
Chapter 13 – Armed Combat
Outside the mansion’s garage door, which was still open, there was visible a large swimming pool. The women were obviously protecting their expensive dresses from expected blood splatter, and they could jump into the pool later to clean off any kiddie blood from their mostly-bare bodies, with no damage done to their expensive attire.
The lithe young girls appeared to be highly agitated, with good reason, and Jackson quickly surmised they were both high on speed. This was going to be a very interesting contest, and quite different from the one he had watched moments ago with the younger battling little girls.
With 8 years of growth, these two grade 3 girls had reached the age that their figures, even without breasts, were beginning to look very interesting, with curved hips, gently rounded tummies, thighs and calves, and with developing muscles from young girl activities that stressed as they stood raised up, straining on their tiny tip-toes.
These lovely little nudes were outstanding young cock teasers, and moved in a beautiful if frenetic rhythm that had his cock at attention the whole time. As he watched them fighting each other in front of the appreciative female audience, Jackson realized that women found pretty naked little girls to be just as sexually stimulating as men did.
He was not a psychologist, but was getting a handle on the kind of things that turned on women. They were really into this, and were enthusiastic about seeing more and more. The kids were brought by their mothers, and given no choice in the matter. They had to fight, end of story.
The crowds were made up of different women on each tape he had looked at, and there were a lot of highly excited females in the few videos he’d seen. That meant there were likely thousands of wealthy ladies who would find this a satisfying pastime. It was pure cunt sport, and he was certain he could harness the passion the ladies brought.
Jackson had always admired the enticing form of growing girls, and these great little bodies of the charming 8-year-olds were on full display. Putting naked little girls into combat was a brilliant idea, rich in possibilities. These grade 3 girls had no neck chain to hold them together, as the younger girls had, although they did wear serious-looking d-ringed and studded collars on their necks.
With their potent armament, these youngsters were more interested in doing damage to places the little girls had seldom visited. Both were convinced their best chance at winning was to do extensive damage to the exposed vagina of her opponent. The sharp tacks taped to their fists and feet would enable that. To confirm this, he saw each of these pretty young girls had her eyes locked on the other girl’s cunt.
A woman held up a large brass bell and struck it with a metal mallet. The fight was on! The pair of 8-year-old girls moved purposefully toward each other, leaning slightly forward with their arms securely bound behind them, and simultaneously each gave a vicious kick to the other girl’s exposed cuntlet.
Both connected, and both screamed with the violent contact. Jackson Avery’s penis leaped in his fist, and moved the video into high speed, eager to see how this one ended. He was surprised at how long it went on. Just past the 7-minute point one of the girls fell hard, and Jackson hit normal play.
Both girls had swollen vulvas, and tiny puncture wounds and bleeding scratches on their bare pubic mounds, thighs, tight tummies and cheeks. Their pert noses were bleeding, one profusely, and both had blood smeared from abrasions and small cuts on their ribs as well as where one day their breasts would grow. Only their buttocks and backs were, for obvious reasons of access, relatively unscathed.
Even their pretty round buttocks were scratched and scraped from well-placed damaging kicks. At normal speed, he could see that both of the youngsters had urinated during the first part of the frenetic fight. This was the kind of detail he savored, and which was not visible at high speed.
The smooth-finished cement floor was slick with their piss, which would tidy up nicely with a good hosing down. The downed girl took hard kicks to her head and cunt, but she gamely sprang back up to her feet, and when the punching and kicking resumed, Jackson again hit high speed. These pretty little pre-teen girls were able to absorb a great deal of abusive punishment.
The kids had nearly equal endurance. At the 25-minute mark both girls were sitting on the floor in their own mess, sobbing, too exhausted to continue. They had both substantially messed up, literally. In heat of the violent battle the naked young combatants had passed both liquid and solid waste, having simply beaten the shit out of each other.
There was no clear winner, but that did not seem to concern the women, and certainly not Jackson. The women in the audience appeared to be more interested in the damage the small 8-year-old girls did to each other. It was considerable, although mostly surface. The bleeding scratches would heal completely in a couple of weeks.
Their mess on the garage floor would be manageable; a garden hose would easily wash their offal down the drain of the garage’s cement floor, leaving no sign of their momentary stinky indiscretion. Offal could be dealt with. The damage to their bodies would heal, but to their psyche was another matter. A mother who promoted such behavior in her young daughter, and then forced her participation, was a piece of work.
They and their mess of blood, poop and pee would soon be cleaned up, and the world would go on as it always did, regardless of the terror these innocent little girls had to face. He found this level of violent child pornography to be a real turn-on, and would be happy to see the brutal action be taken much further.
CHAPTER 14 – Pepper Fight
Jackson checked a second video in this folder, and this one was set in a living room again, with the mandatory cover over the expensive carpet. This cover was stretched canvas, held in place by lead weights on each corner. The first thing Jackson noticed that was different was that there were 4 large batteries in use instead of the usual one.
Together this heavy-duty power supply was capable of putting out a very high level electric shock on a sustained basis, easily enough to cook the meat of a girl if she was locked to it in protracted contact. It also had the power to burn her badly if she remained in contact for even a short period of time. They might as well have used razor wire for the fencing; the electric shock could do as much damage.
The electric fence forming the ring was going to at the very least give whichever girl leaned or bumped into it a significant and very unpleasant jolt. Jackson wondered if these little girls would have the ability to get themselves off contact with a hot line, as the current would cause their muscles to quiver, and not respond normally.
With sufficient current, muscles would not respond at all. The little bitch would simply quiver erotically. Surely these ladies wouldn’t electrocute a little girl at one of their parties. He supposed anything was possible, considering the conspicuous enjoyment the young ladies got from the punishment their little girls were absorbing.
The mothers were obviously quite serious about making this a very hurtful experience for their daughters. The children who would fight had yet to discover this. A title came up on the screen that Jackson didn’t immediately understand. It read “Pepper Fight”. That meant nothing to him, but he was sure it would be explained by what followed.
Two very pretty slender eight-year-old girls, a blonde and a brunette, were lifted into the ring. They too wore no diapers. Their cuntlets were swollen and open, reddened by what must have been some kind of strong irritant. They were further constrained by their forearms, bound tightly behind their backs, wrists to elbows.
This was obviously to be a brutal kick fight, between two grade 3 girls, carefully prepared by their aggressive mothers, most likely with their sweet-looking swollen cuntlets as the prime targets. Jackson was pleased with the use of kicks by the children to damage the cuntlet of their opponent. This fight promised to be nasty stuff.
Keeping their balance with their arms bound and out of services was going to be a challenge for them. A swift kick to the cunt properly placed could give a significant jolt the young girl’s immature gonads deep inside her. He had no idea what a kick to the cunt would feel like inside, where the uterus, and therefor the attached delicate ovaries, could be affected by such a blow.
Unlike all other fighting little girls Jackson had seen on the videos, in which all of them were barefoot, these two appeared to be much sexier, as they wore perfectly fitting high heel shoes. The feet of both of these girls were small, and he was sure the expensive looking erotic stiletto shoes had been custom made for them.
The girls small toes went into an extended sharp metal-capped point, and the tops were cut low enough that they revealed half an inch of the space between the lovely little girls’ pretty toes. The shoe maker was clearly a master, making the feet of such young girls into stirring sex objects.
These remarkable shoes the girls wore were true ‘fuck me’ spikes, sexy as hell, designed to do damage in a kick fight, and these pretty young kids were about to seriously fuck each other’s meat with them. Jackson knew his fist was about to give his cock a great workout with this one; both his fist and penis were ready for action.
Their mothers, acting as their trainers and wearing rubber gloves, carried a plastic container with cut slices of hot red peppers. They had the girls spread their legs, and they rubbed the juicy pepper slices against the youngsters’ bare cuntlets, causing them to redden and swell even further open as the natural acid coated the delicate porous membrane that lined their swollen heat-gaping cuntlets.
Jackson surmised from the condition of their open cuntlets that they had both received an earlier similar treatment, and now were getting the last minute enhancement for the pleasure of observers. Jackson’s penis was out, and was rigid as he slowly stroked it.
There was no doubt he was enjoying what he was seeing. Any man thinking he was lucky and sticking his bare penis into either of those red little girl cuntlets would be in for a burning surprise. If at his new establishment a client got out of hand, he could have him treated to a fuck with a child who’s cuntlet had been so prepared.
The mothers quickly left the ring, and without prompting, the two experienced young schoolgirls, their arms tightly bound behind their backs, got at it. With fire blazing in their eyes and their open cuntlets, neither was going to play nice. As expected, the first targets for vicious kicks with the wicked pointed toe high heels were their puffy red gaping cuntlets that were so accessible to brutal kicks.
Already the women in the audience were shrilly screaming encouragement. With their hand under their skirts or inside their pants, they were all shamelessly masturbating. The most excited and vocal of all were the girls’ mothers, who now had buggy whips, and were urging their girls on with malicious lashes to their arm-bound bodies.
Confirming Jackson’s estimate, they both appeared to be more interested in seeing their delicate little girls being hurt than seeing them win. As in the other videos Jackson had seen, the mothers were both carrying cattle prods, and looked like they were prepared to use them. He knew what a stunning jolt they were capable of delivering, and knew how much they would hurt a naked little girl.
The naked children were wide-eyed as they realized their mothers would not hesitate in using the cruel devices on them. This was not at all like the protected space and relationship they knew at home. Their mother was supposed to protect them, and ensure their safety.
In polite society women do not scold or punish their daughters in public. This was neither public nor polite society. These women were following their basest instincts, animalistic and vitriolic in their passion for hurt, damage and injury to their lovely naked young daughters. The girls were actively playing their part in satisfying all of the horny and screaming female spectators.
Most surprising of all was the extent to which the young girls were into it. The grade 3 girls were kicking with extreme, sadistic ferocity, and their little cuntlets were swelling and open from the unusual abuse. Both displayed full intent to injure their pretty, shrilly screaming rival.
Each of the enraged young children was fully committed to doing extensive damage to the other girl’s naked body, in particular her vagina, using her only attire, the sexy and very dangerous spike heeled shoes, now used as very effective weapons. Cunts were not made for such abuse, but it seemed perfectly natural in this circumstance to target the cunts, and with great effect.
The brunette girl took a vicious kick to the stomach, with both the toe and heel of the shoe of her blonde opponent breaking skin and digging in. The blow drove her back into the wire, with her shoulder blades against the upper wire and her buttocks on the lower.
She landed with her knees bent and widespread. The stout hot lower wire supported her hips as it delivered a series of sharp pulsing intolerable electric shocks. The girl quivered with the jolts of electricity coursing through her, and was unable to summon the strength to get up.
The brunette’s pelvis was rotated in this position, and the blonde quickly took advantage of her foe’s nicely presented cunt, and she kicked her shoe at it with all her might. Her aim was perfect, the force of her well-aimed kick was considerable, and the front of the shoe drove deep into the child’s abuse-spread exposed cunt. The force of the kick was enough to securely jam the shoe deep inside her opponent’s perfectly presented vagina.
The blonde felt the shock the other girl was experiencing through her cunt-jammed foot, although not as powerfully as the girl spread on the wires. She quickly attempted to jerk her foot back, but it was wedged in tight. Her only recourse was to bend forward and slip the heel strap off, allowing her foot to be pulled loose.
Now she did as she had apparently been instructed to do. As winner, she got to further humiliate her fallen opponent. She spread her feet, only one of them now housed in a shoe, raising up on her bare toes with the other foot, and positioning herself carefully, let loose a stream of urine onto her defeated foe’s face.
The warm fountain of her pee entered the downed brunette’s screaming mouth, exactly as she planned. She then directed her amber spray to splash over the completely defeated girl’s upper body, splattering her with a steady spray of piss, to the delight of the audience.
The jet of warm urine did precisely what she had intended, but what she hadn’t counted on was that her stream of piss onto the girl on the electric wires formed a bridge, a perfect conductor, and through it she received a startling zap to her cunt and on up into her bladder.
The innocent blonde child had no experience with electricity or electrolytes. Her own piss led the electrical charge directly to her cunt, and made the perfect bridge for the current. It did not occur to her that the only way to stop the electricity from shocking her was to break the bridge the electricity flowed along; to stop the charge from reaching her she had to either stop pissing or back up.
She trusted her instinct, and promptly leaped away from the downed brunette girl, ending too late the sudden painful flow of electricity to her genitals. She couldn’t believe how much that shock had stung her pissing pussy. She had felt the jolt right up into her bladder and to the deepest recess of her gonads. The lesson was one she would remember the next time she fought in an electrified ring.
The pretty little blonde had won, but the visibly quivering little brunette was still being severely punished on the electric wires. Instead of disconnecting the group of batteries to give her much needed relief, the two mothers used their buggy whips on her, lashing at her quivering body.
The electrical punishment she was receiving superseded their effect, and when that didn’t work, they produced the cattle prods and gave her a sustained series of severe jolts to her battered face and titless chest. Jackson was delighted to see the relish with which the mothers cruelly punished one of their distraught daughters. They displayed no interest in relieving her agony.
They continued zapping her with the powerful prods until the spasms of her body forced her to fall off the wires, with visible red wire burns on her back and blackened marks on her buttocks from deeper burns, where it appeared the lower wire had actually cooked some of her tender meat. That burn would leave a permanent scar on both of her buttocks, for everyone to see the next time she fought nude.
These livid wire burns complimented the angry whip welts that marked both young girls’ naked bodies. They were by design, to make the effect of the fight more stimulating for the ladies, and as a permanent reminder of their experience for the combative little girls. They would never be able to forget the brutal origin of their scars. Jackson fully understood that this was highly serious sport for the ladies and their kids.
CHAPTER 15 – Cunts on Display
Billy went back to his drink. To set the mood for upcoming combat action in the Casino, the D-Ring Elite Dining Room provided entertainment for the diners. It consisted of a pair of beauties, generously oiled voluptuous nudes, clothed only in stiletto heels and tight red velvet collars that every entertainer here must wear.
The shameless large breasted stunning bitches wore large strapless flesh-colored dildos, devices with no straps, anchored with broad plastic lumps buried deep in the cavern of their bare cunts, so that they looked very much like a pair of voluptuous shemales.
These ladies had amazing legs, their appearance amplified by their spike heels. They wrestled on an eight-foot-square stage, elevated 5 feet above the dining room floor, providing a good view from all angles. The beautiful tall shorthaired blondes were not earnestly fighting or attempting to hurt each other seriously.
Their gorgeous bodies were amazing, and the two friends with great front-row seats had an exceptional view of them, their extraordinary figures and exceptionally fine cunts. When they stressed their magnificent shapely legs in those amazing stilettos the muscles stood out on the side above the knee, and the shape of their ankles and Achilles tendon were beautifully accentuated.
When the nude beauties were down on the matt, their shapely legs terminating in amazing stilettos frequently extended over the edge of the small platform, which had no restraining ropes to keep them from falling off. When their legs were doubled back, their calves stood out and their knees showed their shapely kneecaps.
Their large bare breasts spread obscenely when pressed against the matt or against each other as they struggled, their nipples stiff and pointing like erect but stubby little boy penises. Under this kind of stress, their cleavage was also accentuated, and just the sight of them had penises erect throughout the room.
Instead of a deliberate fight, the pair provided the diners an erotic demonstration of erogenous sexy wrestling holds, and also how to get another woman into position for rectal mounting, their flared cunts on full display below the bulging ring of their rectums, and in this case took turns drilling each other with their dildos like studs butt-fucking reluctant whores.
For contrast, one of the lesbian bitches had flushed her colon so that the dildo came out of her rectum clean. The other had not, and when the dildo was withdrawn even slightly it became apparent her colon was filled with her own excrement. She was an impudent bitch, and grinned coyly when her naughty oversight became apparent.
Their intimate lesbian sexual performance was a charming distraction, but hardly enough to hold the guests’ attention, knowing the real battles that were to follow in the Casino’s spectacular D-Ring. This was just a teaser, to set the mood for the violent carnage the guests would witness and wager on in a couple of hours.
When their delicious meal was completed and the table cleared by the nude teen waitresses, Billy and Jackson enjoyed a delicious dessert of ice cream with fresh berries, coffee, liquors and cigars. Both men were relaxed, enjoying the pleasant ambience provided by the naked girls and performing nude women.
The hour passed quickly for them, and the young girls, naked from their ribs on down, their stiletto’s clicking on the marble floor, returned with a fresh pair of wine glasses. Jackson said he thought the pre-teen waitresses immodest costumes made them look even more nude, if that were possible, and he gave an affectionate tug to the bells that dangled from their waitress’s vagina lips.
The youngsters handed the glasses to the men, then moved close with their fingers spreading their hairless vaginas, exposing their urethras, and urinated more of their warm wine and piss blend for the men. They tasted it, and Jackson was surprised that the girls were right; the wine and urine mix was not at all strong.
Due to the longer time to mix in their bladders, the essence of pee was stronger now, but with the conditioning of the first glass, Billy and Jackson agreed it tasted delicious. This time there was more girl, less grape. Who would have thought piss from 11-year-old girls and white wine could taste good? Once more, D-Ring had a surprising winner.
“Most people don’t understand how erotic pee can be,” Jackson said, “but although an acquired taste, it can be acquired quite quickly. When standing at a toilet, have you ever flushed early?” he asked. “Pissing into the vortex of the spiraling water gives a rare sensation, I think of power, like pissing into the opened cunt of a woman.”
“I’ve got to try that,” Billy responded. “I’m into power.”
When the glasses were more than half empty, the patiently waiting girls refilled them, and then departed. “Those pretty young cunts were very happy to get that load out of their bladders,” Billy said, “It must drive them crazy having to hold it for so long.”
“Holding back builds character, they say. Thank God it’s them that carry that bladder-full. This is all about our enjoyment, not their comfort. You really believe they won’t live for a year?” Jackson asked. “They’re so young and beautiful, with such a potentially bright future in this business. I’d love to see them being creatively killed.”
“Sometimes I exaggerate,” Billy admitted. “Their mothers, probably at the slot machines as I speak, will certainly die in the fight ring before the year is out. The kids have to be 14 before they can go into the ring at the public events, and they must have a loincloth or something.
“It doesn’t appear to matter how insignificant the cover of their vulvas is, even if it just hangs down in front, only semi-covering their delightful little cunts when they fight. This lasts until they turn 16, which the way this sport is designed is an age they’re unlikely to reach.
“That’s why the girls with loincloths are told the first thing they have to do when the fight starts is to get their opponent naked by ripping off their loincloths. The gamblers always spend and wager a lot more when pretty little kiddie cunts are on full display. That’s completely understandable. The law doesn’t cover the ‘accidental’ loss of these insignificant garments during the fight.
“I used to think it was a gender thing, but apparently the women gamblers wager more as well when there are cute little kiddie cunts on display. Women also like to see the kiddies cuntlets, and they’re particularly interested in seeing the little girls pissing.
“The girls’ work in the dining room with horny customers has taught these young ladies the importance and value of showing clients their bare naked cunts, and what delightfully naughty things they can do with them, including producing the product of their little girl bladders.
“I hear D-Ring is planning on putting an addition onto the mattresses, a private section where little kids will be available for those who want to fuck them. The mattresses are all private, so you can fuck anything you want in there, even a goat, if that turns your crank.
You wouldn’t believe it, but a lot of gamblers like to fuck small little girls. At least the guys do. Kiddie cunts are big sellers. When privacy permits the owners free range, then nothing’s off limits. That’s what makes this such a beautiful business. We’ll make millions a week with our new retreat.
“Within the next year or so that fight ring age limit could come down to 12, making these waitress girls eligible for ring service, and I’ve heard the groin-cover requirement may also be tossed out, with the effective lobbying the D-Ring lawyers do. That will mean the young girls can come out buck naked, making them legitimate cunt-fighters.
“Those D-Ring lawyer guys are very persuasive in the halls of power, worldwide, and they effectively grease the right palms with bribes in the process, locking in their support. Some of the bribes are cash, but more often officials are invited to attend a special evening at the casino, and when they are naked with equally naked little girls, compromising photographs are produced, to great effect.”
THE END OF CHAPTER 15