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Feature Writer: Regis
Feature Title: LAMI PI PRODUCTIONS 16 – 20
Published: 22.02.2024
Lami Pi Productions 16 – 20
CHAPTER 16 – Breadth of D-Ring Entertainment
“In SE Asia I once saw half a dozen chubby little 6-year-old Malaysian kiddies, all of them girls, of course, put into a big bulletproof Lucite ring, stark naked and armed with the cutest little pistols you ever saw! The bullets had very light charges, which made as much noise as a popgun, but with much more though hardly deadly effect.
“The tiny lead bullets sunk into their meat, but all of them took about 20 hits before some started to drop. When there was only one left standing, most of the others were still alive, squirming and screaming on the canvas. That sight alone was worth the price of admission.
“The MC gave the winner a much bigger pistol, and she had to put a slug into the temple of all of the others, blowing their brains out. There was as much jetting semen spilled by the audience during that exercise as during the fight that had dropped the naked little ladies in the first place.
“I mean, could you have imagined the City of Chicago as little as five years ago, allowing for young women to fight nude, even adults, with the only acceptable outcome that one of them kill the other? I mean of course that happened frequently in bars, when drunken customers demanded their girlfriends fight, and at best those fights were only semi-organized. Now look at the state of things!
“But to have a fully licensed high class casino in which nude death fights between women were the norm? D-Ring has made amazing strides in developing a successful operation of this kind in Chicago, and there’s much more to come, relatively soon, if they get their way. I’ve got to tell you, I’m impressed, and so are the people who come out so often to support this lucrative operation.
“D-Ring Inc. is one of the most progressive companies in the world. They are noted for innovative entertainment, and you won’t believe it, but where they can get away with it, they’ve also got outrageous death games for naked little girls in their SE Asia, South America and in a couple of their casinos in Eastern Europe.
“With graft the way business and politics are done in some parts of the world, there is no rule of law for the casinos in those regions. There you can see 10-year-old little girls engage in team gang fights, with the objective of killing the designated target girl, usually a younger European or American girl, on the other team.”
“That’s amazing,” Jackson said, enjoying his warm wine. “I’d never have guessed it. What an incredible money-maker that must be.”
“It’s absolutely outstanding,” Billy said, “I’ve done very well with it. I’ve got a couple thousand shares in D-Ring Inc. They never pay dividends, they just keep splitting the stock, and the value just keeps on going up. They split stocks as often as they split open cunts! I could sell them in a minute, but I’d miss out on the next stock split.
“I bought 500 shares at $2,000 and at the moment, they’re worth more than $3,200 each, even after 4 stock splits! Without spending another penny, I now have 8,000 shares, at the increased value! No shit! That means my investment of $1 million is now worth more than $25 million!”
Jackson grinned. “I could use some blood money myself. Where is it listed?”
“I can set you up tomorrow through my broker. As I’m sure you realized, filthy shit like this is not on any of the regular exchanges.”
“Thanks, Billy,” Jackson responded as they got up to move into the casino. “I’m always looking for creative ways to expand my portfolio, and this looks like a winner.”
As they left the dining room, Billy said, “if you’re looking at ways to grow your business as well, you might consider a big expansion, like contracting with D-Ring for the transportation of their livestock. They do it themselves now, and are nervous it exposes the entire organization because of a necessary activity that they’d really like to have at arms length.”
“I could help with that. Can you put me in touch?”
“Not a problem,” Billy said, “I’m amazed at your shipping capability, and how reliable your service is. I’m sure D-Ring will be as well.”
Entering the casino they saw they were early enough that a hostess was able to find them a prime table. A 14-year-old waitress with firm double D tits pointing at them, wearing only spike heels, a pony tail and spiked leather collar, her bare cunt on display as were their waitresses in the dining room, took their order and promptly brought them drinks.
They saw about 80 other young girls in similar attire, which was virtually none, waiting for customers to arrive who they could serve. None of these was over 14, but several looked to be a young as 11. What they had in common was each of them had large firm silicone-enhanced tits and an extraordinary set of legs, highlighted in the very high heels they wore.
There was too much sound and volume to the room to permit the tinkling of bells dangling from the girls’ cunts to be audible, so there were none. Instead all of the young waitresses wore a large jeweled brass ring piercing their left labia. Jackson wondered if there was a practical use for these, or if they were strictly decorative.
The sparkling rings did add beauty to the girls’ cleanly plucked or shaved cunts. There was no doubt that they had arrived in cunt cuntry. The young women who would fight before the crowd in the infamous D-Ring would do so in the nude so that they could also display their naked vaginas.
Jackson was certain that several of the beautiful combat-flared vulvas would be damaged in the heat of battle in the D-Ring. Women were lucky that their gonads were safely stored well inside their bodies, not nearly as vulnerable as the testicles of a man who fought naked.
He understood that cockfights between naked men were common in the Far East, and that they usually resulted at the very least in the total loss of any reproductive capability. He knew that castration was common in their fights, but also understood the Oriental audiences preferred to see an erect penis spurting semen in full ejaculation come off rather than see testicles severed.
Men were popular as waiters in the Orient, and Billy told Jackson he had seen naked men as well as nude girls serving in the casino’s bars and restaurants. Like the girls, they wore spike heels, and displayed a large full scrotum but had no penis jutting out.
These men just a dimple at the base of their bare stomach from which they peed, much as a woman did. They were delightful, and looked like cupie dolls with a large flesh sack of swinging balls. That was how things were done in D-Ring’s SE Asian casinos, catering to local tastes.
Having their testicles intact left the waiters more vulnerable to cruel punishment. In the more extreme fights, in addition to penile castration, the audiences required to see the losing male fighter’s exposed testicles crushed, his belly opened and his intestines spilled as well. Clear signs of total domination and mastery were required in their culture.
Jackson wondered if males fought in the ring in these casinos, as had the men he had seen fight in San Francisco. A man’s vulnerable gonads were at serious risk from a kick or punch if they wore no protection, and no protection of his family jewels was possible in a naked fight.
“Do men ever fight here?” Jackson asked.
“Seldom, because this place is all about cunt. If men are ever in the ring to fight, it’s a specialty, and his foe will be female, put in there to lose, big time. Every now and again a bitch needs to be given an extremely tough message, one she won’t live to remember.”
That was as definitive as Jackson could expect. The gamblers would be attracted here to see naked women, not men, being brutally demolished in an insanely raging fight. A woman would have to get her fist up deep into the cunt of her opponent if she wanted to do serious damage to the bitch’s internal plumbing.
He imagined how remarkably painful it would be if a woman could get her fingers into the cervix of her opponent and stretch it open sufficiently to get not only a few fingers but her fist inside. Seeing woman getting her uterus fist fucked would be an amazing sight, but his mind was just running wild, and he let it roam.
From there it would be possible to damage not only the cunt’s uterus but if the organ could be pulled out, to also attack her tender fallopian tubes and the ovaries. He expected this kind of damage would happen frequently to young women stupid or unfortunate enough to engage in naked sex fights in the most outrageous casinos in the world.
What Jackson was hearing was real cock-jerking material. His horizon widened considerably as he considered the financial possibilities. This Casino was an outstanding fucking money making machine. Life was good, and new possibilities usually led to new sources of wealth.
CHAPTER 17 – The Dispatcher
Jackson’s line of thought was broken when a man in a tuxedo with tails and a top hat climbed up and stepped through the ropes. Jackson was surprised to see that since their arrival the room had filled. There were only a couple of hundred when he and Billy had come in after dinner, and now in the room that would seat 2,000 there was standing room only.
The man in the ring carried a wireless microphone, and used it to welcome the crowd. “Good evening, ladies and gentlemen!” Jackson noticed for the first time that many of those in the room were women, most of them in gowns ranging from floor-length to micro-mini skirts, displaying a set of incredibly shapely legs.
All of the women wore uplifting bras, with lots of exposed cleavage, to make them more attractive, and visually more competitive with the naked women who would soon occupy the ring. Their husbands or escorts wore tuxedos, but the remainder of the males in attendance, who made up the majority of the crowd of gamblers, wore business attire, as did Billy and Jackson.
The MC continued, “Tonight you will enjoy, witness and wager upon the most violent sexually stimulating and vicious sport available in any casino, anywhere in the world. I might add that, for those of you embarrassed to see people engaged in copulation, our fighting girls never fuck or get themselves fucked on our stage. In this case the use of the word sexual does not imply coitus.
“You will be pleased to know that D-Ring Inc. keeps it’s fight entertainment clean, by which I mean it does not permit any of its combatants to engage in public fucking in any of our rings, anywhere in the world!” That brought a laugh from the crowd. None of them had come to see naked ladies fucking each other, or being fucked by men. They had come with much more serious expectations.
“As many of you are aware, there are no enforced rules for the D-Ring fights, which means they can do anything they want to their opponent for your enjoyment; there is absolutely no need for a referee. My role, in addition to being your commentator, is to ensure the required outcome is what you will see. I act as both MC and Dispatcher.
“In the early bouts the minimum required outcome is the inability of the loser to continue, which means she’s down and can’t get up, and will likely be unconscious. In our later competitions we require the nude female competitors to set up and achieve (we never say execute) an entertaining brutal bitch-killing.”
A cheer went up, demonstrating that nobody was shocked at that announcement. They had come to experience the sight of nude women in mortal combat, fighting in total desperation for their lives, and one of them losing hers. A ring kill was what it was all about.
Their main events, and several others, were death fights, requiring total annihilation of the opponent. Anything less, allowing a death-fight loser to survive, would be completely unacceptable to them, and would bring shame upon the establishment. In these feature fights it was required that a woman or girl must die.
D-Ring Inc. would never allow the loser in a death fight to survive. If there were no kill, perhaps simply because both competitors were so injured that neither was able to continue, the Dispatcher would remedy that. People came to watch naked young women die a horrific death, and nothing else would satisfy them. It was the rule of the jungle in the ring, and the predators had to kill or die.
““As I mentioned,” the well-dressed MC continued. “I am known also as the casino’s Dispatcher,” In that role I have the duty to determine if fighter designated the winner can inexpensively be restored to health to continue her fight career, and if not, to dispatch her in the ring, for your additional enjoyment, should she still be alive.
If there’s even the slightest chance the loser is still alive, I like to put a slug into her belly or head, or perhaps both, to make sure she’s properly and fully done. It’s seldom necessary, but a good blast from a pistol makes an enjoyable end to a competition, and even lifeless bodies buck beautifully when a 45 shell enters them.”
He lifted his tails, revealing a leather holster containing a large Colt 45. “This enforcer effectively puts things right, again for your enjoyment. We can’t have an evening in which you are disappointed, and so my duty is to ensure there is always a kill in the ring, even if I have to do the killing!
“In a fight in which a kill is required, but not completed, my task is to correct that by putting the loser out of her misery, and providing the same fate to the rebellious young lady who refuses to meet your expectations of a kill by her. That just wouldn’t be right.
“It would be very harmful to our reputation as the primary place to enjoy brutal, merciless death sports should you ever depart disappointed, without enjoying the violent termination of one of our gorgeous young combatants. My job is to ensure your expectations are always well rewarded.”
He surprised everyone when he grasped the fly of his trousers, and with a rapid pull, ripped them off. They had breakaway stitching, and flew off him with that single rapid pull. Now he stood, revealing an enormous elevated erection. He then grasped his shirt just below his navel, and with a firm and swift downward pull it flew off him as well.
This left him wearing only the tails, which covered very little of his chest in front, his broad belt with the large holstered pistol, and otherwise left him bare down to his Wellington boots. The feature of his appearance that attracted attention now was his large penis, arching up from his cleanly waxed groin.
Jackson knew the signs; the MC’s impressively stiff erection was buttressed by a substantial dosage of chemical dick support, like Viagra or Cialis. That was the candy he chewed on between his appearances in the ring, so that his impressive penis was always standing at full attention and ready for a rapid ejaculation.
“I think we’re ready to get started. As the first contestants enter the ring and are displayed by their handlers, your lovely young waitresses will collect your bets. Here come our first contestants now.” As the two girls and their handlers climbed into the ring, he introduced them.
“In an operation such as ours, it is necessary that all of our staff act in the best interests of D-Ring Inc. We are in the service industry, serving our clients with the best in sexual violence gambling entertainment, as well as other services. One of these is our food service, and these two were, until yesterday, waitresses in The Elite dining room.
“These girls are both 11, and at 5’ are tall for their age. They are also physically quite attractive for that age. Of particular interest is their long shapely legs, their appearance enhanced by the spike heels they are wearing, the same they wore as waitresses.
“You will also find interesting their pretty, naturally hairless vaginas with the little tinkle bells, suspended by slender chains from small rings piercing their inner vagina lips. Our young waitresses all wear these so that they can be heard coming, and also produce a delightful tinkling sound as they walk in their heels, doing their duties.
“Yesterday there was extra demand for a specialty product we call warm wine. It is white, slightly amber wine, very much the color of urine, and from the time they load it through a catheter into a girl until she serves it by peeing into the client’s glass, her own natural product enters her bladder as well, altering the flavor of the wine, for the better in my opinion. Many of our regular guests agree.
“The steady addition of their own urine directly from their kidneys also puts extra pressure on their bladders, which for obvious reasons our girls find to be quite uncomfortable. They have no option but to hold and endure it, which becomes more difficult by the minute, and I find their distress makes them appear more attractive.
“I enjoy their discomfort as much as the blended wine and pee they produce. It is a novel beverage at the D-Ring Casinos, and we engage the slender young waitresses and serving girls to create and gently age the blend in their bladders, loading them early so that they gradually blend wine inserted into them with some of their own pee.
“Their urine comes from wine they consume and then filter through their kidneys to create, in the necessary time, the fine product they pee directly into your glass. Our guests find being served this unique and fresh body-temperature beverage directly from the nude girls’ beautiful little vaginas to be quite charming.
“These two, Nikki and Sarah, were working dinner in the dining room, and both were instructed to load their bladders with wine for a pair of thirsty diners. Knowing that before it was served, the growing pressure in their bladders could become quite uncomfortable, both 11-year-old waitresses had the audacity to refuse.
“By that simple act of open defiance, they were both given an immediate promotion to become D-Ring fighters, bypassing their time serving by fucking clients on the mattresses and as kneeling cock-sucking greeters for VIPs. Their jobs in the dining room were quite secure, but required complete obedience with whatever was required of them. They both fucked up, and now will pay the price.
“Those are privileged positions in the dining room, as with those assignments they get to work as senior serving girls in the dining room when there are no VIPs present to fuck or be sucked. In the role of senior serving girls they make many enemies so, that when promoted to fighter, they have a lot of ego to fight for.”
The handlers had now removed the girls’ loose capes, and the two young tall but titles girls stood naked except for their heels. The handlers undid their ponytails so that their hair swung at the sides of their faces, past their shoulders, and was ready and positioned for pulling during the upcoming fight, if the girls chose to do that.
“Most young girls, the MC explained, “find hair pulling quite painful and therefore it is a favorable fight strategy. It also gives them some control over their opponent’s head, making it easier to land telling punches to the face. Girls like taking control, and to painfully hurt their foes in a way they will long remember. In all of our cuntfights that’s a prominent factor. It’s quite fascinating.
“As you possibly know, D-Ring is working diligently to reduce the minimum age at which girls can participate in the nude fights in the USA. The current minimum age is 15, but we have established a target for next year of 12, and expect to reduce that for the following year to 10.
“In addition, our brilliant law department has engaged a pair of excellent forgers, and our skilled makeup artists can easily make 8-year-old children pass for girls of 10. We have found out how to effectively lobby politicians, and persuade them to vote the way we want them to, and to do it in small increments to appease the electors. Most of those know nothing of our activities, and probably don’t care.
“The immature little cunt of an 8-year-old isn’t quite as developed as it would be in a couple of years, but erotic stimulation will produce a nice bump of the clitoral hood, and expose their inner lips, which will naturally flare in the heat of battle. With proper grooming, heels and some basic body makeup, they can be made to look a bit older as well, so they can pass for 10.
“Tonight we have officially closed the Casino and locked the doors, now that all of the gamblers are in, so that whatever happens here tonight technically does not. As you can see, neither fighter about to do combat is anywhere near the legal age of 15. There is no fight card. That’s how we can feature for you this evening these lovely young lasses with their attitude all set for a bitch of a hot young cunt fight.”
As the girls postured, the nude young waitresses were busy taking bets, rolling the large bills like cigarettes and inserting them into their vaginas. It was a crude act, but the gamblers appreciated it. The bills would come out moist, but then could be cleaned of the active young girls’ accumulated sweat and cunt juices. It was quite an efficient process.
“Tonight, as a preliminary bout to get things warmed up, you will get a preview of what will soon, we hope, become a very common match-up. These 11-year-old beauties will take each other on, with the objective of knocking each other senseless. For sports fans, should there be any of you among us, it means giving the other young cunt a concussion.
“It’s premature at their age for them to go for a kill, and they’re both untrained novices, but I think you’ll find the performance interesting. Have you all placed your bets? I’ll give you two more minutes,” the MC said, his big cock swinging as he walked across the ring. He patted the naked young contestants on their bare bums, and then slapped their asses hard, to provide some bright color and brief sharp squeals.
“This is Nikki,” he said, thrusting his middle finger into the rectum of the brunette girl. “Her mother, a single parent, has developed a lust for slot machines, and to forgive her debts, has signed off not only on Nikki working nude in the building, but also on the risk of being injured while working here.”
The audience laughed, knowing with certainty she would both injure and be injured in the violent match they were anxiously awaiting. That was the nature of the brutal D-Ring fights, and their expectation was well placed. These youngsters would bleed for them soon after the bout began.
He moved over to the other girl, inserting the same finger into her rectum. These girls had experience with this treatment in the dining room, and now assumed it was a normal occurrence. “Sarah’s mother is also on her own, and like Nikki’s mom, has a serious gambling addiction.
“Sarah has three younger sisters, 7, 8 and 10, and all of them will be joining us, to work in the Club’s service when they are ready. The paperwork, already signed, ensures it. Their lovely mother, who gave birth to Sarah, her first, at the age of 13 and is now 24, is working up an unmanageable debt.
“That’s to guarantee she will soon perform nude for you in this same ring, to see if she’s an effective combatant, and capable of killing another woman. If she and Sarah prove to be effective fighters, they will appear in a tag team match against another mother and daughter.
That will be a feature act, an innovated kind of death fight, with the killing of one of the delightful young daughters the sole objective. If both are killed, or if one of the mothers dies for your entertainment, then that’s just an added bonus I’m certain you’ll appreciate. In any case, the family thing is gaining popularity in our casinos, with family break-ups through a killing being the main feature.”
The audience gasped at the compelling image he painted. They would all want to be present, and would be sure to root for Sarah’s success. With the news, Sarah wiggled uncomfortably on end of his invading middle finger. She had no idea the Casino had this kind of hold on her mother.
“Don’t worry if Sarah loses, Nikki’s mother is also busy at the slots, earning herself a job fighting in our ring. She and Nikki will also appear in a tag team match, and who knows, they may be put into a match against Sarah and her Mom. Wouldn’t that be rich?”
He pulled his finger from Sarah’s bum and slapped her pretty round ass once more. He sniffed the finger that had invaded her rectum to ensure she had properly flushed her colon before being brought to the ring. Girls not yet teens like these 11-year-old darlings were sometimes known to be careless in ensuring their anal cleanliness.
“Sanitation and proper hygiene are always a strict priority for D-Ring workers, particularly for those who work in our food services, as these two did, but total cleanliness is also a strict requirement for those who appear in public. The alternative is to have a nipple snipped off, and to be reassigned to work in the housekeeping unit.
“Wagering is closed!” he said as he climbed out through the ropes, his rigidly erect penis bobbing and his large testicles swaying. “You can see that both of these provocative and gorgeous 11-year-old ex-waitress girls are ready to get it on! It’s fight time! Handlers, out of the ring, please.”
The beautiful naked young girls in their heels were ready to embark on a new chapter in their brief but colorful careers. They had felt privileged to serve in the dining room, with all the prestige they believed that gave them, but now it had all changed. Now everything was on the line.
CHAPTER 18 – Rub-a-Dub Tub
“Watching naked youngsters fighting and doing damage to each other is amazing entertainment,” Billy said, “and I could observe and enjoy it for hours. One of the sports I’ve also come to favor is a powerful adult male violently putting out a naked young girl’s lights, and doing it permanently. I find seeing a pretty female youngster done, killed just for the entertainment value in it, to be a very satisfying diversion.
“Let me tell you that watching an innocent naked little girl being sexually abused by a sadistic man and then violently snuffed in a creative manor can be very stimulating. It’s an excellent way to clear your head when you have too much pressure. The bright shrill sound of a young girl’s piercing screams can wash your brain clean.
“One of my fondest memories is of a night when a client invited me to join him at the rural estate of one of his friends, who was hosting a couple of Senators at a private party, and needed to augment the attendance with understanding, non-judgmental gentlemen. He had found a guy with muscles to burn, and one of the biggest, most impressive cocks you could imagine.
“This guy had some history, starting as a teenager as a jazz dancer. He had been too rough on his teen partners, too often ‘accidentally’ handling their breasts and genitals. He had been automatically bounced out of dance when one of his dance partners was seriously bruised.
“At college he played defense on the football team, and also took part in wrestling. During a State match he had broken the neck of an opponent, and was not only kicked off the football team, but was also turfed out of College. The Dean had no sense of humor, and this muscle-bound dude paid for it.
“He learned how to mix drinks, and became a bartender. Once when a customer sitting at the bar was hitting on a girl he liked and she didn’t dissuade him, he reached across the bar, took hold of their hair in his fists, and smashed their faces together so hard he split their fucking skulls.
“He grabbed one of the girl’s big tits that had bounced out of her blouse, lifted her in the air and swung her by the bulging mammary, and then threw her across the room, so that she crashed into a table of girls, a gaggle of pretty secretaries out for a night on the town, killing one and putting three others into hospital.
“He expressed remorse at his trial, saying he was really sorry, although they deserved it, but the judge didn’t cave, saying the guy had issues with his temper, and gave him seven years for that one burst of anger and the tragic results. His behavior when he got to prison wasn’t much better.
“He often ruptured the sphincter of young inmates while enjoying the depth of their rectal boy-cunts. He had opened the navel of a 19-year-old and with the rest of the convicts in the exercise yard cheering him on, he had belly-fucked the unfortunate lad to death.
“Our host was a good friend of both the judge and the warden, and borrowed the sadistic stud on an evening pass, in the care of the warden and a pair of off-duty guards. They were armed, and had clear instructions to shoot to kill if their boy got the least bit out of line. The inmate, who’s name is Judd, was given clear instructions of what was expected of him, and his huge prick rose in his pants as he heard his assignment.
“The host had a large en-suite bathroom as part of an opulent guest suite. We all gathered in there, taking with us our drinks.
The fountain tap was turned on to fill the tub, and the stud was instructed to disrobe. He did as he was told, and revealed to the male audience his remarkable muscle development as his clothing came off.
“Judd threw his prison garb into a pile, and stood, facing the guests, flexing his muscles and then stroking his impressive penis. The guests were amazed as the brutish organ rose, and was brought to stand, pointing at the ceiling as an enormously imposing erection. This was a cock to reckon with.
“The nude man now demonstrated the remnant of his jazz dance training. He moved his hips in a surprisingly rhythmic oval, and then the rest of his limber torso added movement that soon had his major erection swinging in time to the music that existed only in his head.
“The host had disappeared for a moment, and he returned with a pretty blonde athletic looking 10-year-old girl, whom we learned was named Andy. She had for the past four years been a very successful kiddie fighter, being an instant winner at the age of six, but at the age of 10 had grown too big to participate any more.
“Her mother had lobbied hard to keep her in the sport past the age of 8, and they finally started a special group for the older kids as they became more proficient at breaking noses, teeth and jaws of their opponents, but Andy just didn’t know when to fucking stop.
“The little cunt had too much experience, and regularly did too much damage to her opponents. Her mother, a beauty named Heather, our host told us, was angry with the fight organizers. The bitch had threatened to sue the kiddie fight organizers. She was clearly not a team player, and was about to upset the apple cart.
“The organizers in her city pushed back, but at that point she realized she could never reveal in public that she had entered her daughter in violent nude fights in a vicious sport that was completely underground by absolute necessity. The outcome was her kid was banned from the ring, because there were no other girls who could be pitted against her. The maximum age to participate was moved back to 8.
“The problem was that at the age of 10 they regularly did too much damage, and even 10-year-old girls as petite as Andy were now big and strong enough to kill each other. That was not what the kiddie fight sport was about. The girl’s mother was still insistent her daughter be allowed to fight, having come this far, and was seeking a way she could get her involved somehow in fights.
“That’s when our host learned of the kid’s situation and about Heather’s insistence she be allowed to fight. Telling her that her daughter was definitely ready, he generously offered her mother the chance for the daughter to be entered into a special private fight, one before a couple of Senators, this one more serious than any she had fought to date.
“Heather was both shocked and thrilled when she heard this competition would be a fight to the death, in which Andy was expected to kill her opponent, with a $10,000 cash prize if she won. The only condition was that the mother could not be present. This was necessary for security reasons.
“The fight would be taped, and he promised to provide a direct closed-circuit feed to Heather’s home or hotel room, which ever she wanted, so that she could watch live her daughter’s first professional fight. This put Andy in the big leagues, as a professional fighter! At the tender fucking age of 10! This was, to Heather’s knowledge, a first.
“Reluctantly the mother agreed to not being present, because she knew our host was a very important man, and she trusted her oldest daughter to his care. She also was confident he little girl was capable of killing her opponent. Our host made no mention she would not be fighting another girl her age but an adult male, who was also a convicted killer. The men attending knew it would definitely be a match to remember.
“Our host promised Heather he would have for her a video of the match, as well as a full set of stills, put into an album for her to keep with Andy’s other private memorabilia of her fights. Heather was very pleased with the man’s generosity, and was fully cooperative in getting Andy ready for this new and escalated level in her burgeoning fight career.
“The bathtub was nearly full, and the photographer was ready. The pretty young girl was introduced to the all-male group as Dandy Andy. She had only fought in front of women before, and having a male audience was a total change for her. She was looking for the other girl, the one she believed she would be fighting.
“Andy was confused by the appearance of a bare naked man sporting a big fat cock, and huge swinging balls. She couldn’t believe the size of his muscular arms, the bulging muscles on his powerful legs, but as was true with all little girls, her eyes returned quickly to his massive erect penis.
“She knew all about cocks, because some of the girls in her class had access to porn sites on their smartphones. She had seen all kind of suck and fuck videos, but had never before seen a cock anything like the one on this man. She wondered if he was going to be in a fight too.
“She quickly learned that he definitely was, when he stepped forward and grabbed the front of her blouse. Before she could react, he jerked downward on it, popping all of the buttons, and then ripping it off her. He did the same with her little skirt, leaving her in only her panties, socks and shoes.
“The nude man shouted, “Get yer fuckin’ shoes an’ sox off, kid!” His voice was deep and powerful, and she dared not refuse. When she bent forward to take off her shoes, Judd grabbed the waistband of her panties, the only other clothing she wore, and ripped them upward, causing her to scream as they tightly pinched her bare little pussy before the stressed undergarment ripped from the strain and came off.
“When she’d got her feet as bare as the rest of her, she stood, her arms crossed as if hiding tits she had yet to grow, and with what at first appeared to be the impudence of a contemptible child, peed a stream of her amber fluid the men recognized instead as a definite sign that the sight and actions of the large naked man filled her with fear. She knew she was helpless against the big brutish male.
“Andy had been told her mother would be watching her fight on closed circuit TV, and that made her proud. Her mother had brought her forward through the kiddie fight sport, and with hard work and dedication had made her one of the best kiddie fighters in the business.
“From the time she was 5, her fights had all been live-streamed, and she knew that for kiddie fight fans around the world she was famous, in an infamous sort of way. Now she wondered if her mother, nestled in her hotel room across the city, had yet figured out the kind of obscenely unfair match this was going to be. This was really stupid and totally gross. She didn’t have a chance!
“Judd slapped Andy’s face hard, throwing her head ruthlessly to the side and causing her nose to bleed, and then punched her hard in the stomach, above her navel, internally bruising her tight diaphragm. An iron fist struck her like a hammer on the ribs, cracking a pair, and those two blows made breathing painful for her.
“He then lifted her by grasping her hips, waited until the long stream of her urine subsided, and then thrust her groin into his face so that her pubic mound entered his gaping mouth. His tongue entered her vestibule, spreading her cunt open, and he discovered she was still a virgin. With ease he thrust his tongue hard, and popped her cherry, bringing a scream from the burst of pain.
“Her blood trickled down the sides of his jaw as he skillfully flipped her so that her back was to him. He pulled her thighs wide apart, and lowered the spread of her bottom cheeks over the flared head of his massive penis. Her small, tight slender buttocks were widespread, and her little bum-hole appeared to be far too small to accommodate that beast of a shaft.
“Those of us safely watching from behind the glass were quite pleased to see the girl was going to entertain his penis with her tightly puckered rectum. There seemed to be little chance the 10-year-old little darling could survive a reaming of her pretty little asshole with his massive dong, but we were going to find that out.
“The man held her hair in one hand while he grasped her bare shoulder and thrust. He had no luck at first, but he persisted, and with a sudden shift of his hands to her hips, another strong thrust gained him entry. Her buttocks spread widely as his erection parted her anus so wide it gripped the shaft of his invading flesh-pole. He was in.
“Her legs kicked wildly as he pulled down on her bare hips and pushed his dong in further, gaining by both determination and power full access to her internal depths. He walked around the room, providing us all an excellent view of his mastery of the screaming and struggling little bitch.
“Our host now intervened. “She looks thirsty,” he said, “Why not give her a big drink of the water in the tub?” This was not a suggestion, but a command. The man fucking hard into the child’s tortured ass knew this was what was expected of him, and his left hand moved up to once more grasp the 10-year-old’s flaxen hair.
“He got to his knees, facing the tub, and moved toward it until she was suspended above the water, her painfully stretched rectum impaled on his fat cock. He lowered her head until her nose and then her lips touched the calm surface. With a gentle push he lowered her face into the water, removing her access to air.
“He was going to drown the tough little fighting cunt while plumbing the depths of her colon! This was exciting to him as it was to his audience. Judd was giving Andy the ride of her short life, and was in the process of making that life much shorter, for the entertainment of the audience of wealthy men. Even as an invited guest, I had paid handsomely to attend.
“The child’s arms were free, and she pushed with all her might against the bottom of the tub, trying desperately to lift her head out of the water. She had no chance against the power of the man holding while he enjoyed intimate sex with her anus. His strokes were firm and deep, and the rate of his pumping gradually increasing as his passion grew.
“Andy twisted her head in a frantic attempt to get her nose and mouth above the water, Judd’s grasp on her hair easily held her entire head under the water, which she was, under the extreme duress, inhaling. The naked stud now placed his right hand between the young girl’s shoulder blades, holding her firmly under the surface.
“He bellowed like a bull as he reached orgasm, and as the child’s struggling diminished, he ejaculated into her intestines, giving her a hot semen enema that probably did not penetrate the pain of the water in her lungs asphyxiating her. The incredible show of male power over a growing but immature little girl drew to a glorious end.
“She was clearly dead as he jerked the limp carcass of the pretty child off his massive dribbling penis. Judd had willingly performed a brutal kill of the little girl for his audience of appreciative gentlemen. This was the kind of obscene brutality that got their semen spurting.
“He set her face down on the floor, her face turned so that she rested on her cheek, her ass propped in the air, and stepped aside to allow guests to enjoy the view of her grossly distended rectum, which had been stretched out of all normal proportion by his violent attention to the beautiful child’s fundament as a lovely little sex object.
CHAPTER 19 – Non-Combative Beatings
The next set of Jackson’s wife’s secret sex videos depicted rigorous punishment the mothers were inflicting on their very young daughters for minor offences, such as spilling food or wetting their bed. In the process the young mothers were entertaining their friends, all of whom paid to witness this punishing kiddie show.
Jackson realized that in the background someone was making a good deal of money from these parties, if they were organized and handled properly. This had to be structured, to have such a consistent style, and for the high quality videos to be done with such a similar technique, and to be distributed together, as they must be.
Impressed with what he had seen, but wanting to get on with it to see how far the women would allow these kiddie fights to go, Jackson went to another gallery, this one with the label Tough Pre-teens. These were all short videos, all shot in the same bar.
None of these videos featured competitive fights. In each short video nearly all of the girls were quite a bit older. The first showed a grade seven 12-year-old girl, very pretty, displaying the beginnings of a voluptuous figure with ample breasts, with her bare pubic mound shaved as clean as a baby’s.
The naked girl had her wrists bound behind her back, and her ankles tied to posts 3 feet apart. She was slightly leaning back, with a rail forcing her hips forward, which made the ideal presentation of her uncovered privates. The videos in this collection were basic training, about effective ways to severely beat a bound developing young bitch. The techniques would work as well adjusting the behaviors of a mature woman.
In these videos a muscular young man did the heavy work of correcting the young girls’ attitudes. He was in his early 20’s, and was naked except for tight-fitting leather gloves, and sporting an impressive cum-dribbling erection, with an equally tight leather collar around the base of his erection and bulging leather-collared testicles.
The young man was apparently a fanatic body builder, with broad shoulders, highly developed muscles on his arms and legs, a slender waste and an impressive six-pack. He was well cast as an impressive stud. He also harbored a great deal of anger, which he took out on the helpless young girls he was assigned to punish.
His tight-fitting leather cock collar was unusual in that it was decorated with what were shown in a close-up to be sharp metal spikes. If nothing else this fearful device terrorized the bound young girls, and the appearance of this penis decoration had them cringing and whimpering. The girls realized the young man was likely going to harm them internally with it. They did not need much imagination to guess how.
The naked stud was in total control of the bizarre situation. He systematically punched the featured young girl in each video, who was also nude, striking her in the vagina, belly and giving particular attention to her breasts. He then moved up to the head with each girl he did.
The enthusiastic stud broke at least 2 jaws, several noses, brutally beating each of the hysterically screaming young cunts, alternately pounding their breasts and faces, breaking the pattern for an occasional stomach punch, and knocking their heads from side to side until each was mercifully knocked unconscious.
This was a display of raw cruelty. When the girl was knocked out, the young man raped her, driving his rigid raging erection into her unprotected vagina. He awoke her with a start when with a final powerful thrust he drove the spiked collar around the base of his stiff dick deep into her love shaft.
The brutal spikes on his cock collar drew piercing screams from the young bound beauty as their sharp points ripped through her vestibule and into the opening of her tender cock holster, deeply scratching the membrane near the entry. These were barbaric torture-fucks he was performing, at the behest of their mothers! Jackson loved it.
This video was obviously made after hours, as the bar was filled to capacity with women who had come to see these merciless girl-beatings and heinous rapes. None of the girls featured in the short videos appeared willing to participate, even at the beginning as they were bound naked before the merciless punching began.
Jackson assumed the girls’ mothers had brought them, using this show as punishment for misdemeanors, or perhaps for breaking strict house rules. This vicious chastisement would be far more effective than grounding them. As they entered puberty, this extreme sexual experience would inform their behavior from now on.
They would either run away from home or would become very obedient. Whichever the case, he could not imagine any of them avoiding falling into stripping, pornography and then promptly and irreversibly into prostitution. They would effectively become white slaves, serving pimps who would work them until they became diseased, and then selling them into the porno film business, where they would soon succumb to the creative imagination of a snuff video producer.
Jackson was quite pleased to see how these self-centered young mothers were not in the least disturbed by the vicious damage being delivered to their beautiful daughters. They had no idea of the long-term implications of what they were doing, and the suffering their daughters would endure.
He was particularly delighted that the self-centered young mothers received sufficient sexual stimulation from the beating and damaging rape of their daughter that they would masturbate in public along with the others while watching it being done. He was impressed that these heartless creatures belonged to his own species. He was developing a new appreciation of the word ‘cunt’.
These delicious screaming 12-year-old girls were, by a full four years, the oldest Jackson saw participating in any of the violent videos. All of them would require medical attention, and Jackson was certain there was a doctor taking part in the production, to ensure they did not visit a normal hospital or medical clinic.
He was impressed that these people took their sport further than Jackson would have believed they would. He made a mental note that he would have to assemble a medical staff to take care of damage the shows he was contemplating to produce would be dealt with quietly and effectively.
Another set of videos was in a folder entitled Punished Tots. They were shot in the same bar, but not at the same time as those of the older girls. In these video recordings appeared a petite mature redheaded woman. She had a slender waist and large bosom, and was wearing a 19th Century black tightly laced girdle that enticingly lifted her gorgeous breasts without covering them.
She wore no panties to conceal her cleanly shaved pubic mound, with engorged ring-pierced dangling lips. A garter belt, black hose and matching black leather buttonhook boots with strikingly high spike heels were used to complete her period costume. In the videos this gorgeous and voluptuous petite woman appeared as a strict discipline Madame.
She gave the small naked girls, all of them the age of 4 or 5, a bare butt-reddening bottom spanking. These female children had been carefully selected, with shapely bodies and beautiful faces. Their hair had been done by a professional hairdresser so that they appeared as gorgeous as they were.
The view of their bare buttocks and shapely young legs kicking and pert little pussies pulsing was beautiful. They were young enough that particularly hard blows of her hand caused them to sprinkle their amber wine. She made sure the cameras had a good angle when she caused wetting.
Whenever the pretty little girls screamed too loudly she pulled them up by the hair to slap their high-pitched shrieking faces. She then punched them on the face, on the jaw and in the gut. Although they all quickly got the message, they were unable to stop their uncontrolled screams.
For good measure she gave all of the highly distressed little girls a series of sharp slaps to their puffy bare pubic mounds, causing the shrilly screaming toddlers’ bulging little cuntlets to swell open, revealing their mini clit hoods and below those their bright pink vestibules.
The early development of their cuntlets did not prevent the immature little clit-hoods to swell, and the pink inner lips from engorging so that they stood out and parted, swelled from the intimate violent attention. These were seriously exquisite little cuntlets she smacked. Their cruel tormentor was not yet finished.
Most enjoyable for Jackson was watching the mature woman using her fingers to poke into the little rectums and vaginas of the preschoolers, drawing blood from the puffy cuntlets as she deflowered the infant ladies, piercing their hymens. The mean woman ensured none of them remained virgins, in either their front or back entrances.
By the time they were 10 and in grade 5, their first boyfriends, 12-year-old grade 7 boys who liked to hook up with younger girls, would be disappointed, having good reason to believe they were not the first to plant seed in their young partners’ eminently fuckable cunts.
What he was watching was straight out unbridled child abuse, completely despicable, and so appallingly cruel, vile and stimulating, that Jackson pulled out his penis, to ensure he would not cream in his pants. Martha’s maid took care of his dry-cleaning, and he didn’t trust the precocious young bitch to keep her mouth shut.
As he enjoyed the brutal punishment the tiny girls were given he withdrew his handkerchief from his jacket pocket, and firmly pumping his fist on his penis, ejaculated jets of his warm creamy semen into it, not wanting to mess the polished hardwood floor of his den.
Martha was due home shortly, and then was planning on going out for dinner with some of her lady friends. Jackson thought about her behavior over the past week, and the more he thought about it, the more convinced he became that their home would be the site of the next Kidfight Club event.
If that were the case, this dinner would likely be a planning session. That she was using their home for some of these events was so far only his suspicion, and if she was going to host a number of women to watch a filthy kiddie fight in their home, he had to be certain.
He replaced the soiled handkerchief with a new one, and then left the mansion. He drove to a high-end surveillance store and put together a package that was sufficient to protect the entire home, but he intended to use all of the newly purchased high-end equipment in one room, to document the event he was convinced Martha would host.
He had obtained half a dozen high definition cameras and as many automatic recording devices. The cameras were motion activated, and the image storage devices would record for 30 hours each, as long as there was movement within range of their sensors. These would tell him for certain and in vivid detail what was going on.
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Martha returned home during his shopping trip, and he arrived home just as she was about to leave for her dinner engagement with girlfriends. That would leave him alone at home to place the high definition cameras and sensitive microphones. At this moment he loved independent women.
He wondered if when their daughter was small she had engaged in activities with the kiddie fight club, and if she had involved their daughter. He would be surprised if she had not. He had been too busy with his work and away on business trips to give them the attention he wanted to, which he now regretted.
There were days when the girl had displayed black eyes and scratches and bruises when she was in elementary school, but Martha had explained she was quite aggressive and had been in scraps at school. She even bragged that her daughter had won the scraps, and her bruises were badges of honor.
These had more likely been mother-organized fight parties where their daughter had received her badges, and he wished he had inspected her nude body to see the extent of her battle marks. He would have loved to see his pretty little daughter getting her bell rung.
Had he been home, he would have known for sure if his little daughter had ever been subjected to nude kiddie fights. As his imagination ran wild, it was hard for him to reason that she had not. Certainly Martha would have entered her, loving the dark sport as much as she did.
He could picture his little girl, who he had seen naked often at bath time, and had even toweled off when he lifted her nude form from the tub, being placed naked in a ring and forced to strike another naked child, just for the entertainment of adult women, most of whom she would not know.
He surprised himself when his penis jolted in his pants, at the imagined scene featuring his own naked daughter, collar-chained to another naked girl and engaged in fisticuffs and possibly much worse. What an insidious sport this was, inspiring lustful passion in parents while arousing his most base carnal instincts.
If he could harness it, the sport could be brought to a much larger field of interest, and if properly develop and managed, had all the ingredients for a long, profitable life, entertaining people without access to naked little girls, who would revel in being able to watch and cheer them on as they got their pretty little bells rung.
CHAPTER 20 – Setting the trap
Jackson decided the central living room would be the space she would use, because although a bit bigger, the family room had more furniture that would have to be moved. He examined the space carefully, determined where was most likely for the ring to be placed, and then began the most important task of finding camera angles to best record the action.
He deciding where each of the tiny high-tech cameras he had bought would be placed so that they would capture the action without being conspicuous. It was not as difficult as he had imagined, but he would have to get it right the first time, as he would not be around to make adjustments.
As soon as Martha departed he went to work, preparing a setup that would be thorough in recording whatever went on in his absence. These state-of-the-art devices were designed for concealment, and he found effectively hiding them easier than he had thought.
It took him less than 2 hours to get the entire room bugged, with both cameras and microphones strategically placed, the recorders for each hidden in the same drawer. When he stood in the middle of the room, he could see nothing. The cameras and mikes were invisible, unless you knew exactly what to look for, and where.
Jackson was certain Martha was preparing to host a dirty kiddie fight event in their home, featuring naked little girls, and he wanted to see exactly what was going to transpire, and how far she was prepared to go. As the hostess he was certain she would make that call.
He now had a new view of his wife, participating in an all-women’s kiddie fight club, and getting her rocks off watching naked little girls, from pre-school to grade 3, encouraged by their mothers and probably often their grandmothers as well, beating the living crap out of each other.
The stage was set. His cock was raging with anticipation at what was likely to happen right in his own home during his absence. He hoped to God Martha went ahead with the fight party. Everything was set. He had double-checked his cameras, the camera angles and the recording devices.
Now, unknown to her, everything was up to Martha. He had done his part well, as he did everything he took on. If all went as he expected it would, he would soon have some sexually stimulating videos that contained proof of what he was certain was his wife’s secret activity. He was confident she would not disappoint him.
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Martha was home when he returned from his trip a few days later, and he promptly gave the staff the evening off. When they had left Jackson excused himself, telling Martha he had some urgent business to complete. He poured himself a sherry and then went into his den, where he had placed the recording devices, which had taken feeds from the array of strategically, placed cameras.
They were still plugged into his computer, and it took only seconds for him to bring up the image from each, and using split screen, all were available at once, and nearly in sync, because motion had been detected at the same time. He could enlarge any screen he wished, to take in all of the pertinent detail from any angle. He had planned well.
The electrified ring was, as he expected, set up in the living room, with the couches and coffee tables moved back to the walls. Thank God their mansion was expansive. He was surprised that there were what he guessed to be a hundred women crowded around the small ring. He had strategically placed the cameras in positions high enough that the women did not conceal his view of the ring.
Jackson was also surprised to see more than sixty little girls standing against the back wall. They were all naked, and ranged in age from four to eight. None was diapered, but most of them had their wrists bound behind their backs. What was this about? They were all behind the audience, and being small, could not see the action in the ring.
Two small children, a pair of five-year-olds, were placed in the ring, both nude, with no diapers, their lovely little cuntlets on full display. They wore only little woolen mittens, tied tightly in place with ribbons. These fell well short of boxing gloves, but to a very small extent served the same purpose. It had to be the intention these children would hurt each other, or what was the point?
One child had curly red hair, and Jackson assumed this was the youngster Helen had referred to in her text message he had intercepted. The other was a cute little black girl with an exaggerated round buttocks and a puffy tummy, typical of the breed, and like many nigger children, her hair was braided into tight dreadnaughts. Both were slender, the way the ladies seemed to like the fighting girls to be.
Before anyone started the fight, the redhead drove a fist into the face of the black child, and followed with a rapid set of punches that decked the startled recipient of her attack. When the black girl fell the redhead straddled her, pressing her moist spread cuntlet against the fallen kid’s bare tummy.
She promptly landed blow after damaging blow on the head and face of the screaming innocent little nigress, who pissed an amber arch before the very pleased mothers pulled them apart. This was the kind of action the mothers expected of their kids, with no regard to which was dishing it out and which was on the receiving end.
The fight was over before it was to have started. Their collar chains had not yet been put on to keep them together, and in this case had proven to be quite unnecessary. It had been no contest, the redhead had been a worthy fighter, likely with a bright future in this sport, and the nigger kid a born loser.
There was room for both kinds of girls in this sport, and both would get another bout before long. The pretty little nigress was just too young to get started, but her adoptive mother had wanted to see her engaged. Helen had been right, the talented little redhead child had a wicked punch. She would have up tp four years to bring misery to other children in the ring.
For the second round, a cute Mexican Chiquita and what someone near a mike identified as a pretty little Canadian, were lifted over the hot wire into the ring. Jackson thought these children could also be no older than five. They wore only the miniscule diapers he’d seen in the earlier videos from his wife’s computer, and both had already peed into them to give them some weight and reveal pert cuntlets underneath.
He thought the use of diapers were a detriment to full visual access to the cute little otherwise naked bodies of the pint-size girls, partially obscuring full view of their pretty cuntlets, and a disappointing fixture in the sport. He was surprised Helen permitted their use in her home.
The loose attachment and low slinging with the safety pins and the presence of deposited pee in them did little to satisfy his lust for an unobstructed view of the children’s enticing little cuntlets. His view of the previous two kiddie pussies had been unhindered, which he appreciated. There was no question in his mind, bare cuntlets were best.
It seemed the hostesses, including his wife Martha, did not savor cleaning up freshly sprayed piss from little cuntlets and lumps of kiddie-poop forcefully ejected from the little girls’ tiny rectums in the heat of battle. He noticed she did have the obligatory bottle of Febreze close at hand to control unpleasant aroma if the girls’ produced any scat.
This fight turned out to be just a preliminary bout, and neither girl showed any sign of experience, based on what he’d seen in earlier videos. It went quite slowly at first as they found their way, but the Mexican, who dodged and weaved away from almost everything the little Canadian cuntlet threw at her, finally got in some great head punches.
When the little white kid hit the deck hard, her pretty diapered ass in the air and her bleeding face buried in the carpet, she was unable to resume. She showed a dark stain progressively streaking the thin diaper, indicating she was in the process of evacuating some solid waste from her anus. Jackson preferred to see little girls’ cuntlets and rectums, and because of the damned diapers, these two spunky kids displayed none.
That would be something easily fixed in future bouts. Bare cuntlets drew paying crowds. The audience would also likely prefer to see the kiddies’ spray of pee and firm little shit logs emerging. The simple solution would be to have them fight on hardwood or, even better, slate floors, which would be much easier to clean.
Putting the naked little girls on a slate, tile or stone floor would potentially be more dangerous, but as he saw it, this whole scene had nothing to do with safety or comfort for the kids. Any change that allowed for the open display of the girls’ nakedness was a bonus, in his mind.
The worst that could happen would be that a little girl could crack her skull or break her neck in a fall, which if she were killed would be catastrophic for the sport as it was now run, but with the right audience, a death would potentially be an ideal outcome.
The second bout featured a pair of mismatched six-year-olds, and their thin pee-soaked little diapers hung low, only partially hiding their little delicious little flesh peaches. These were white kids, one with a Swedish heritage and the other Irish. They were very cute kids, and their mothers took their roles very seriously as they swarmed them, getting their little darlings ready to do battle.
Apparently this event at his home was a big deal, because these little scrappers and their mums were apparently flown in from Europe. He wondered how much his wife had collected from the ladies in attendance, and how much she charged as an entry fee paid by the kiddies’ parents. Likely close to a thousand each.
The Irish girl didn’t land a significant punch, and after a flurry of punches by the Swede broke her nose, she was down and out, her diaper showing a large and growing light yellow stain in front, but it was still securely in place. The Swedish little girl hadn’t even taken a tinkle.
Jackson was certain he could make events like this far more interesting than this was proving to be. He went to three other cameras to inspect the audience, and found his wife, sitting in the front row, her skirt shamelessly up to reveal she wore no underwear.
Her cleanly shaved pubic mound with her flared cunt were on full display, and she was masturbating freely as she watched the first fight. If this turned her on, what Jackson had in mind would get her juices flowing in overdrive, and she would likely be out of her clothes and fucking the ring’s fence post.
What a whore he had married. How had he never seen any signs of this side of her character? Perhaps he had never given her an opportunity to reveal herself and her true nature. That was oversight, and could be easily corrected. It occurred to him he had never revealed all sides of his personal and sexual tastes either. That could also be corrected.
The third fight proved to be the last of the event staged at his home, and it was quite different from the first two. It featured an aggressive seveen-year-old milk-chocolate African American girl pitted against a slender six-year-old Asian girl who moved with feline grace. In their confidence and the way they moved he saw signs of real experience in the ring.
These pretty little girls were more to Jackson’s liking, as they were both buck naked, with their bulging split pubic mounds on full display. Knowing they would not be diapered, the lips of both of the delightful cuntlets had been manually teased open with vigorous frigging by their mothers, for the visual enjoyment of the crowd.
Chances were good the mothers both got off on masturbating their own little girls, to enhance the visibility of their puffy little vaginas. To complete the process, both mothers had applied lipstick to the girls lips, nipples and cuntlips, making them look particularly sexy.
The opening of their genitalia was also for the enjoyment of the video audience. These two children were much too young to experience sexual stimulation from the rubbing of their premature vaginas, but none of this was for their enjoyment. Jackson was certain he was a cunt man; in fact he was surely a kiddie-cunt man at the moment.
These precocious little cuntlets were here to do severe battle, and the screaming women making up the audience were ready. Both of the little bitches wore a spiked collar with d-rings attached, but there was no chain joining them, and Jackson assumed they were free to move independently.
However, at that moment a woman entered the ring, drew the little girls together and fastened a four-foot chain to join their collars. This would allow one to fall while the other remained standing. There would be no escape for either. They would be forced to fight in this position, and their only defense would be an aggressive offence.
The naked little girls wore abrasive tape on their hands. The type was sufficient to cause more scratches with contact while offering no protection. It was clear they were intended to do damage to each other, and their nearly-bare knuckles would ensure bleeding cuts and deep bruises, which is what made the fight interesting.
Jackson had often had wet dreams about naked little girls doing harm to each other, and was very happy he had, thanks to his dear outwardly prudish wife, found this resource. Her collection of videos was outstanding, and this series of naked brutal kiddie fights just a couple of days ago in their own home was priceless.
Jackson was an entrepreneur, one who had the ability to set up and run a sound and thriving business starting with no more than a sketchy idea. His mind was racing, thinking on how he could build on this already well-developed, but not as yet commercialized, idea. He guessed it had the potential to even further expand on his substantial wealth, making him millions, if he handled it right.
He watched as the fight began with circling, the girls trying to get the measure of the opponent. The slender Asian kid drew first blood after an exchange of kicks and punches, cutting the nigger’s eyebrow. That brought a rapid flurry of punches to the little chink’s face, and with them a spray of blood from her nose and a split lip.
The pretty slant-eyed kid suddenly retaliated and kicked the black child hard on her cunt, forcing her to fall back against the electrified wires. She was zapped as hard as she was kicked, but got back up to her feet quickly, and delivered a startlingly powerful punch to the chink’s face.
The particularly violent blow flattened her opponent’s already flat nose, breaking it, and knocked the feisty Asian off her feet. Her slant eyes began to swell so severely that they were nearly shut. She squinted through the narrow slits remaining, and swung wildly, leaving an opening.
The black seized the opportunity, and showed her strength when she picked up the smaller Asian kid with one hand grasping her collar and the other her swollen cunt and threw her back into the wires. She knew enough not to hold on to the chink, but backed off, and the cameras caught the quivering little cunt, while taking substantial voltage through her body, pissing onto her own legs.
In a last-ditch effort the wiry Asian pulled herself off the punishing electric wires and threw a desperate elbow to the side of the head that dropped the black, but the spunky little nigress was up again in seconds, hammering the head and face of the badly battered Chink chick with another round of rapid powerful blows.
The beaten chink chic hit the wires again, and her bulging rectum releasing a stiff turd as she quivered from the shock, but this time when she got off the wire she could not get to her feet, and fell on her back onto the floor. The smaller Asian kid was clearly beaten.
The nigger kid seized her advantage, quickly grabbed the Asian’s hair and lifted her head high enough to pound again violently on her broken and bleeding nose. She had the good sense to produce as much damage as possible, knowing this was the expectation of the all-female audience.
This audience included her mother, who was screaming encouragement to her in the foulest of language. “Whack that mother-fucking little chink good, Cindy, smack her sassy little cunt good! Put out her fucking lights! Hit her in the gut until she pukes and shits all over the fucking floor!”
The women were in hysterics, shouting, screaming and all of them masturbating wildly. They were obviously very pleased with the raw brutality of the violent kiddie fight. These very young little girls, barely more than toddlers, were as hard-hitting and damaging in their vicious attacks as the excited blood-lusting adult cunts could wish for.
The nigger was dragging the chink, who was face down, by their collar chain, and smearing the floor with facial blood when at last Jackson hit the stop button. The last thing he saw on the screen was Martha, her skirt raised and her shapely legs spread, forcefully and shamelessly masturbating her cleanly shaved vagina. What an incredible, beautiful cunt he had married!
He was breathing hard with carnal lust. That video had been made right here in his own home during his two-day absence, possibly within the last twenty-four hours. His mind was racing. How could he turn this sport into a moneymaking operation? How could he harness Martha’s ball-busting passion to make it productive? The questions kept on coming. As did answers.
THE END OF CHAPTER 20