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Feature Writer: Regis
Feature Title: LAMI PI PRODUCTIONS 25 – 30
Published: 22.02.2024
Lami Pi Productions 25 – 30
CHAPTER 26 – Meeting of Minds
Martha had no idea what Jackson had in mind when he called her into his den. His demeanor gave her no hint about what he had in mind. She took a seat when he waved her into a chair, and sat quietly, her hands folded in her lap, as he decided how he would begin.
Her husband had easily caught her attention when they were in college; he was a brilliant , good looking young man with great prospects for the future, with excellent connections. She had easily got him into her bed in the dormitory while her roommate was away, and gaining his full attention, was subservient to him by choice.
Jackson came from a wealthy family, and after college had on his own built a fortune in international trade. He was now worth nearly half a billion, and because they had married right after graduation, Martha had never begun a career, but instead had chosen to build for herself a credible reputation through philanthropy.
That worked very well for her, gaining her an enviable list of contacts. Soon after their marriage she had inherited more than fifty million in sound investments, and in the forty years since they married, astute investing had steadily grown her portfolio to the point that it was now worth well over three hundred million.
Something she did not know about Jackson was that as a side business, his wholly owned shipping company had developed special containers that could be used to ship human cargo. He operated a thriving business in transporting women and girls in what was inappropriately named the white slave trade.
Women and girls of all races, skin color, age and ethnicity were regularly transported around the world for buyers who paid very well for their safe, secure and discrete movement. He assumed they were purchased mostly for use in the sex trade, with some destined to serve the lucrative snuff marked as well, but he knew much better than to ask.
The young women and children he transported were all undocumented, and had simply disappeared from their home countries. He personally supervised loading and unloading, and was impressed at the uniform beauty of the creatures assigned to his care for transportation.
The procurers were definitely discriminating, carefully picking and choosing the female stock shipped to their customers. In his years of operation, no pigs, sows or ugly ducklings were ever consigned for shipping. They were all prime stock, total eye candy, from his perspective.
Jackson transported females around the world, from and to many countries, and many of his cargo were disappeared American women and girls. Their family and friends would never again see them. Their documentation bulged the folders in the cold case filing cabinets. They were gone permanently, without a trace.
Many others were brought to America and warehoused, to be put to work in situations in which there was, for several reasons, very high turnover, with a high risk of an early death. The warehouses were developed to ensure a dependable supply of beauties of any age, from five right up to thirty-five, as soon as they were required.
What they were required for was something Jackson knew better than to ask about. His company was just a cog in an enormous machine, but his hyper-active imagination filled in many of the blanks, more accurately than he could know. What he thought of caused his penis to stand erect.
Their home in Las Vegas was modest, compared to their net worth, but was perfect for the two of them, and served as an excellent venue for the social evenings they held frequently. The home had four self-contained guest suites and an Olympic-size indoor pool, which meant it could be used even in the heat of summer.
Both of them kept themselves in good shape. Neither could wear clothes from their early marriage, but although they had both picked up several pounds over the years, they maintained good body tone, and they had both a personal tailor and trainer on retainer.
Both had a circle of close friends, and they led independent social lives. Each was aware of, and didn’t care that the other had private lovers. They slept together, and engaged in sex at least weekly. It was unusual for Jackson to call Martha to a private meeting.
“I don’t want to shock you, dear,” he began, “but I’ve stumbled across some quite unusual activity that I think might present the opportunity for an interesting new business. Although you’ve never outwardly displayed interest in this kind of undertakings, I thought it might contain some stimulating as well as financially rewarding potential for us both.”
Martha listened attentively, sitting quietly, her hands gently folded on her lap. She was not a woman to be easily flustered, and seldom revealed what was going on inside.
“On my visit to Washington I had drinks one evening with a prominent lobbyist,” he lied, “one we both know, who mentioned he discovered his wife was involved in a curious pastime. One that you would not suspect middle class people to engage in.
“Were you aware some women arrange social events in which quite young children, little girls between five- and eight-years old, often their daughters, are encouraged to fight each other, either naked or nearly so, in front of their friends, gathered to witness such goings on?”
Martha replied in her usual calm. She was unflappable. “Yes, I’ve heard of it. Apparently some women have organized it as an amusing sport.”
“Really,” he said. “That sound rather naughty, and might be the kind of thing we could turn into a thriving business.”
“I understand there is a loose network of women,” she said, “many of them mothers, here in Las Vegas and across the country, that organize private meetings at homes, tea parties where their little girls are encouraged, usually required, to take part in organized naked fights.
“Although the organization is relatively loose, the standards and procedures for operation and hosting parties is strictly laid out, and enforced. Break a rule and you’re shunned. The parties all unfold in a similar manner, and although the events go forward in a manner at the discretion of the hostess, the equipment used for these events is standardized.
“Kiddie fighting has developed into an intriguing sport, a titillating activity for ladies only, with only very young little girls participating, no little boys. It is practiced right across our country, and in a few others as well, but the organization is sporadic, and varies from city to city.
“The basic equipment, an electrified ring, is in standard use everywhere. These rings are all the same, produced by the same company, who as far as I know are not sure what they are used for. Age for participation is strictly enforced, none younger than five, none older than seven, and for good reason.
“By the time girls reach the age of eight, they are considered capable of doing too much damage to each other for safe operation. Mothers love to see their little darlings hurt, but not seriously injured, that’s not good for anyone, and could make things difficult for the sport to continue.”
“Do you know any women currently active?”
“In fact I do. I understand that several of the women we know are quite active. In fact I have attended a couple of events some have hosted. The younger women who host events will sometimes enter their daughters. They don’t seem to be too concerned that their little girls might get hurt, and actually encourage it.
“I understand these informal clubs are quite popular. They put on a kiddie fight party at least once a month here in Las Vegas, and I’ve heard that in larger centers such events are often held weekly. Women have to apply months in advance to get their little girl entered in one.”
“And the children are permitted, encouraged by the women attending, including their mothers, to actually hurt each other?” Jackson asked, as if he didn’t know that.
“Oh my goodness, I understand the women, particularly the mothers, do in fact encourage it. Bruises, cuts, scratches and bloody noses are expected. It can be quite stimulating to watch little girls aggressively trying, often successfully, to do damage to each other. These ladies have created their own highly erotic and stimulating sport.”
“You’re certain the ladies find nude little girls beating on each other to be erotic?”
“I’ve been told everybody masturbates during the fights. What does that tell you?”
“That tells me hiding the naked children’s little vaginas and pudgy bottoms with diapers is a mistake.”
For the first time Martha showed surprise, at the mention of diapers, realizing her husband had seen some of the videos in her collection. She had never mentioned anything about diapering the little girls. To do so would be far too revealing of her personal involvement in the sport.
However, she did have her opinions on the practice, and was in this matter in agreement with her husband. Diapers diluted the thrill of child nudity for the fights, and simply hid the goodies. The prissy pussies who hosted the events were too timid to go all the way, regardless of the mess of urine and kiddie-crud that would certainly be produced.
“I know diapers reduce the mess,” he continued, “but splashes or smears of blood are more difficult to clean. There’s not much that’s more erotic than watching a little girl’s naked cuntlet taking a beating with fists and feet, and if the stressed little darlings accidentally let loose.
“Allowing the naked little darlings to take a piss and shit on the carpet while they get themselves ruthlessly beaten by their peers, that’s simply a bonus, and would likely be appreciated by the fans who have probably paid a good sum to attend. It seems foolish to curb that stimulating visual.
“Instead of seeing the little darlings dirtying their diapers, the ladies would probably love to have an unobstructed view of the combative kiddies’ inadvertent pee and stinky offal production. That would be a clear indicator of the extreme nature of their distress, beyond enjoying her delightful screams.
“My guess is that if women would let it go this far,” Jackson continued, “they’d love to watch a naked little girl getting the shit beat out of her!”
“A quick spray of Febreze will protect the sensitive noses in the audience,” Martha agreed, “and would, I’m sure, be usually necessary, because the little darlings are not strong on maintaining control of their bodily functions while getting battered by another naked little girl.
“Peeing and pooping during a naked fight is a perfectly natural occurrence, but can be quite offensive to the nose. Anyone wanting the honor to host a fight party should be prepared to do the cleanup of whatever mess the kiddies produce in the heat of battle.
Jackson observed “As long as the mothers want to see damage done to the kids, I would guess the girl’s bare pussy is the best possible target. Putting a diaper on them simply to retain ‘accidents’ reduces possible hurt to their vulnerable groins, and is definitely a mistake.
“People who enjoy outrageous events featuring nude little girls will be delighted by offensive, naughty behavior from the nude tykes, particularly when the girls lose continence control. I would suppose they all think of shitting inpublic as being naughty behavior.”
“I agree,” Martha said, “Having these little kids nude is entirely the point,” He could see as she spoke that her breathing rate was gradually increasing. “We shouldn’t be catering to the party hostesses who aren’t into a complete cleanup afterwards, because you’re right, the diapers do block a full view of the little girls’ enticingly hot sexuality, and disguise them peeing and pooping”.
“Why would we have their titless tops bare,” he asked, “if the little girls’ cute little bums and sexy cunnies are not naked as well? The reason for them not wearing clothes is that their delightfully sexy little bodies, particularly the genitals, are a turn-on, and blocking the view of their little cunts and bottoms also hides the act of inadvertent urination and production of their cute if smelly little stools.
“We have a way of dealing with the offensive odor of kiddie feces,” Martha added. “Before the fight each participant is required to eat a whole roll of mints. They are in fact Tums, which are very effective in reducing the production of methane gas in the bowel, which is the primary source of offensive smell.
“The kiddie poop you’ll see on the videos is virtually odorless, and the spray of Febreze eliminates the rest of it. It’s not the smell that’s offensive, but the grinding in of child feces into expensive hard to clean carpets. Women now have to agree to placing no special covering in the ring to protect their carpets before they’re granted a permit to hold an afternoon tea.
“Those women who have children bring their little daughters to fight nude, and the thrill is not in a win, but in seeing their little darlings, the love of their hearts, being severely battered and beaten by another woman’s little brat. Their fondest wish is to see their own little girl’s naked body getting pummeled and bloodied until they scream. That’s usually what happens. Isn’t that delightful?
“It’s entirely counter-intuitive, but their lust for violence to their own daughters makes this amazing carnal kiddie sport possible. If the girls always won, the mothers would stay home, and keep their children with them. They really want to see their own little girl hurt!
“I think part of the mothers’ turn-on is empathy for their daughter’s pain, but that’s just my opinion. Can you believe that most mothers bet on the other woman’s little girl? They scream in ecstasy while their own naked little sweetheart’s nose is struck and bleeds, and they hear her scream.
“What’s so delicious is that the kid all screams in pain, hoping their mommy will rescue them. In fact Mommy is usually too busy masturbating and producing for herself an amazing orgasm at the brutality of the beating. A rescue would definitely diminish the mother’s enjoyment of the affair. These young ladies just need to see their own kid hurt.
“Sometimes at special events the fights can get very nasty, with girls eight and older participating, kids who are capable of doing real damage to their opponent, and I’ll tell you they really do. Fights are sometimes allowed to go on until one of the kiddies is knocked out cold.”
As she spoke Martha’s hand was deeply buried in her skirt, and it was actively stroking her vagina. Jackson had never seen his wife masturbate openly in their living room before. She was turning herself on by the vivid description she was providing to her husband.
“Well now,” Jackson responded, “could you imagine how much further the ladies hosting the tea party would allow the little girls in the ring to go if they had no ties to them? Of course the mothers can always let their daughters get bruised and bloodied, but can you imagine what could happen if they had a dependable source of disposable cunt stock, pretty little girls nobody knew.
“I’m speaking of unknown daughters, technically non-persons, with no identified ties, and surrogate, uncaring mothers. If they had a good supply of pretty little girls nobody had ever seen before, there would be no rational reason to ever stop a fight.” Now his respiration rate was increasing as well. His penis was erect, rigid and throbbing.
“It would be particularly interesting if on occasion we provided the little girls with some interesting weapons,” he said, his heart pounding. “This kind of ferocious lust-inspiring sexual sport, completely unbridled, properly designed and managed, could become a very lucrative goldmine for us. I’ve been planning on it for months, and am sure we can do this.”
“My goodness, dear,” she said, shifting in her seat, “wouldn’t that be interesting. I believe that having little girls we could call ‘it’ instead of ‘she’ would remove all constraints, and the women who enjoy that kind of activity would, Iove it, I’m sure, and likely be eager to explore an exciting new range of productive and thrilling possibilities.
“The women I know who regularly attend these parties and have been doing so for at least a few years are open to more intensity, more violence and more physical and emotional damage to the screaming little participants, whether or not their mother is at ringside.
“The more they see, the more they want to see happening to the kids, including their own daughter. These women in the sport are primarily out for blood, and the more the kids produce the better. These ladies’ tea parties that happen everywhere are really all about blood sports, and that’s the draw that keeps women coming.
“This is not rocket-science,” Jackson observed, “it’s the dark nature of women that we’ll be exploiting for our gain. My guess is that the women, most of them the young mothers and the older ones their mothers, once they get interested in watching their little girls fighting, prove to not only want to see more, but it turns out they also want to see more severe outcomes.
“There could,” Martha said breathlessly, “if we wished, be no boundaries. None at all. Can you imagine how exciting it could be if we, uh, they, allowed the naked little girls to go the whole distance, and actually kill each other? My God,” she gasped, “this is amazing! I had no idea I could have such excitingly degenerate thoughts.”
“That could indeed be the where we take this” Jackson said. “Imagine it. People would pay handsomely to witness such bouts, in which little girls are encouraged, even expected, to kill each other. We could go much further, and invent sports and outrageous games for nude little girls, and perhaps nude little boys, in which a variety of deadly accidents are designed into them.”
Martha was leaning back in her chair, in the throes of a massive orgasm, induced by their conversation. She was in her own world. ‘This is a fabulous fucking weakness for women’ Jackson thought, and then realized that he was bringing himself to a raging ejaculation.
“By the way,” Jackson continued after shooting his spunk onto the floor, “my friend said his wife is quite involved in kiddie fight events, and has even hosted one at their Reno home. They have a home here in Vegas as well. This is where they usually live. I’m sure you remember Helen Regent. We’ve had them over.”
“I was sure she was active in the sport,” Martha said, “She was here for coffee Thursday. You can always tell from a person’s manner, can’t you,” she asked rhetorically. She was confirming Helen’s confidence, and her ability to make things happen in the ring with the training she gave the little girls of naïve supportive mothers.
Jackson brought the screen alive again when he started a video on his computer. It was the one shot with his secretly installed surveillance system in their home, mounted on his own just days ago. One of the early fights was in progress, and he paused it. When she saw it Martha remained cool and didn’t bat an eye.
“That’s Helen making nice with that blonde woman,” she said, as if this was the kind of video they regularly watched. “She’s bisexual, you know.” Two naked little girls were duking it out in the foreground, and just behind them Helen had her hand up under another woman’s short skirt.
“She’s a wonderful creative resource to the sport across America. She trains children in the fine art of posture, erotic physical genital display while fighting, and in punching technique for best hurting their opponent. She’s a wonderful teacher, and little girls respond well to her suggestions.
“She has been active in the business longer than I have, is well connected, and works fight parties around the country. Helen has been to enough varied events that I’d guess she could make a strong contribution if given some authority. I would guess the kiddie fight sport is better and more satisfying because of her contributions.”
“What we’re seeing here in these kiddie fight parties with women only is just a first step,” Jackson pointed out, “and it proves there is a real appetite for this kind of action. I’d guess you had a hundred fans at your fight party here, and they’re only women.
“If you put this kind of sport into a larger venue, something like a community hall, a private club’s gym, on stage in a theater or even in a sheltered meadow at a farm, you could accommodate hundreds of fans. I’m convinced men would certainly love to watch this kind of sport too.”
He hit play again. On the screen the younger Asian girl was flat on her back, and the seven-year-old black girl was straddling her, pounding her bare fists into the once pretty bloodied and swollen face. “I’m convinced people, both men and women, will pay well to enjoy watching naked little girls engaged in extreme combat.”
“This falls a bit short of extreme,” Martha said. “It’s actually comparatively tame. None of the kids who participate are permanently damaged. We’re sure they’ll be back in a month or so for another chance to get hurt. It seems that’s what the sport is now about.
“I’m intrigued by the concept you mentioned of developing a stock of disposable little girls. If there are no ties, there’s no perceived loss. There would be no reason to ever stop a fight, no matter what was happening, as long as the audience was into witnessing a brutal kiddie kill.”
“Obtaining kids is not an issue, trust me,” Jackson assured her. “Little girls are being obtained and shipped hidden in bulk goods regularly. It’s a big part of the white slave trade, a business that is burgeoning. White is, as I’m sure you know, just a figure of speech, since kids of all races are regularly collected and shipped.
“Brazilians, Thai, Americans, Europeans, Africans, Australians, Puerto Ricans, Philippinos, Chinese, Japanese, even fucking Russians, it doesn’t matter, there is a use for all of them, from infants to educated women as old as thirty-five. I can’t think of a useful use of cunts who are older than that, except perhaps for training.
“With my business, I have ready access to kids from around the world, of any race, age or culture. A naked little girl is a naked little girl, no matter where she comes from or her background. Once she’s obtained, she can be delivered anywhere. This is an easy part of the business.
“Most of the girls acquired and shipped go straight to work in pornography mills, as entertainers at exclusive private clubs and as darling little dollies in the sex trade. The distribution systems are in place, and a deadly live performance or a spectacular video snuff will be their eventual end. I’m thinking small. We are now talking of a lucrative new use for the disposable little ones.
“I’ll set up a company. You oversee the operation of the private parties, and we’ll bring Helen on board to organize the events. To make it work we’ll have to begin operations on a large scale, go international from the get-go. I’m sure you and Helen can make this happen.
You get started, and Helen will report back to you as things progress, perhaps twice monthly to get started, and then weekly when things get rolling. Just to see how things progress, I’ll expect a report on my desk every second Monday morning to get things rolling.”
CHAPTER 27 – High Drop & Novice Fight
The whole casino was awash with the aroma of freshly spilled semen, generated by the thrilling intensity of the merciless killing of Maggie. “I can’t imagine why I’ve never come to an event at one of these amazing casinos before. I’ve no objection to gambling, nor has it particularly interested me. These outstandingly stimulating cunt death-sports are reason enough to come regularly.”
“First of all,” Billy said, “you’ve got to see it first hand to believe how powerful an experience like this can be. Those who hear of these fights from friends don’t grasp what a great form of stimulating entertainment this is. I’m guessing you’ll be back before long, and attend as often as you can, now that you know what it’s all about. Every fight ends differently.
“There are D-Ring Casinos in several American cities, including yours. It’s off the strip, in an upscale industrial section where it won’t be confused with the traditional kind of casino. The one in Miami is on a birthed ship, and the fight ring is below sea level, where, you won’t believe it, they can legally stage equally violent fights between naked little girls.
“Strangely, it’s all because of treaty fishing rights for Native Americans. I’m not sure how that works, but it took a twisted argument from a cagy lawyer to point out what happens above the water is governed by Florida law, but that what the natives do below water, according to the archaic wording of the treaty, is entirely up to them.
“I’ve never been, but I’ll be there later this year, and am looking forward to seeing how they’re handling it. I think they might have the Indians involved, like a couple of guys up on the bridge with a pair of whores provided by the Casino to entertain their pricks, and by being there applying that law, but I’m not sure how.
“They train the kids to a high level, get them all worked up, and then they actually let the little girls go for a kill! Its easy to get kids to get all steamed up, let go of any restraint, as long as they’re assured its all right. They have a local crematorium that’s kept busy burning the carcasses of little girls to remove any evidence.
“The kiddie thing has yet to catch on in most places because of ongoing legal issues, but I believe it has great potential. I’ve heard there are mothers who hold afternoon tea parties where they pit their daughters against each other, and they fight naked.
“Apparently its another ‘women only’ thing, but what the fuck, there’s nothing to stop someone with creative new ideas from opening the whole thing up.” Jackson thought that was one hell of an idea. Perhaps he could get Billy involved in his new operation. He was certain be a definite asset.
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Tammi Tinglie’s grade five teacher recognized the ten-year-old child, tall for her age due to long strong legs, was a natural athlete, and talked her into joining the St. Petersburg Junior Track Team. She ran like the wind, and was great in the long jump as well. With the right coaching, in just a couple of years she could become an all-state competitor.
The young beauty quickly became a favorite of the team of coaches because of her skills, bright attitude, and willingness to work very hard for what she could achieve. Her ability to steadily improve was impressive, and the Junior Track Team coaches agreed she had a promising future.
The west side of Florida could become very hot during much of the year, and the coaches, all of them into the science of the study of the kinetics of the body, videoed every moment of training, which they arranged for the children to willingly, after some intellectual persuasion, do in the nude.
Tammi was quite comfortable with that, knowing it was for a good cause. Some girls were at first reluctant, but in the heat and with the need for the cameras to record all motion, they soon saw the benefit. Naked training and the use of videos of it all was a guilty secret they all kept from their parents and other kids at school.
One of the teams benefactors and funders was a member at the
Isla del Sol Golf & Country Club, which lay on an island in the middle of the bay behind St. Petersburg Beach, connected to both sides by bridges. During the early morning before sunrise its fairways were always empty, because with a small and exclusive wealthy membership, the Club’s T times didn’t start until 8 AM.
That particular Club member and track team benefactor maintained an archive of all of the training videos of the girls’ team, and had engaged a trusted editor to produce interesting videos of the naked girls doing their training. These videos were distributed at a pay site to an audience of pedophiles who, understandably, found such visual material highly stimulating.
To enhance the available video material and add a fresh backdrop for the training, he arranged for the team to have access to a secluded fairway from 6:00 AM until 7:30 every Monday, Wednesday and Thursday morning, to provide ample space for running and jumping training on mowed grass. It also provided him with a wealth of fresh video of the nude children cavorting in an organized fashion.
Strategic camera angles and the use of long lenses provided sparkling images of the naked athletic young girls, and the videos brought in a great deal of money, a bit of which supported the cost of the team’s training, including equipment and salaries for the team coaches. Most of the revenues increased the benefactor’s personal wealth.
By the end of her first year with the track team Tammi was doing very well, chalking up a number of impressive wins. But then something unexpected and unpredictable happened. She was reaching the age of puberty, and as some girls do, she began to develop a massive set of breasts.
The coaches saw this as a showstopper, in that she couldn’t perform at peak efficiency with big bouncing boobs. At first they would bind her chest, but her tits continued to grow, and soon that was not an effective solution. The rich benefactor and video buff insisted she remain on the team, simply because of her strong visual impact on the pornographic videos he was making for his paysite.
She stayed with the team for another three years, being taught to train other young athletes and to analyze the videos of them. She was struck by how erotic the videos seemed to be, with their pretty cuntlets on full display, particularly with so many close-ups included, but after four years of seeing herself naked on the videos, they seemed to be normal and not in the least unusual.
One evening after the training sessions, Tammi and her friend Chantal went to the beach. Chantal had heard there were lots of guys down there looking to hook up, and they could have some fun. It was as good as Chantal had said, and as well, the guys were in the habit of after a hookup giving the girls an envelope with a gift inside. They always three crisp $10 bills in their envelope. This was amazing.
They started going to the beach every night, and they were rewarded with lots of these gifts. They were soon fucking up to ten guys each every night, and had to open their first bank accounts to store their sudden surprise wealth. They figured by the time they were old enough to drive they could buy themselves a car.
They discovered sometimes good things come to an end. A couple of beat officers stopped them, got them on their hands and knees on the grass beside the beach walk in the dark shade of a tree, out of range of streetlights, and took for themselves a free fuck, without giving either of them a gift envelope.
Then the cops insulted them. “We don’t stand for prostitutes working this beach,” they said. The policemen went into their purses and got their identification. “We’ll be sending a sergeant around to arrest you, you filthy sluts!” This was more serious than they could imagine.
The next day the benefactor came to visit the gym, and called for Tammi and Chantal to see him in an office. They had been working out, and were naked when they joined him. They reached for towels, but he said that was unnecessary, he was used to seeing the lovely form of young athletes on display. Only adults wore clothing in the training facility.
He complimented the fourteen-year-olds on the wonderful and rapid development of their triple D breasts, and asked Tammi to sit on his knee so that he could properly admire her. She knew what he meant, as he had done this a number of times before. She had come to appreciate his penis under her, and the touch of his hands roaming freely over her body, cupping her breasts.
This time he did something a bit different. He slid his hand down her tummy over her cleanly shaved pubic mound, and slid his finger several times through the moist slit of her damp vagina. The dampness was from working out, but soon was augmented by a sexual response to his touching.
Gently he slid his middle finger inside her, and kept moving it in until his knuckle was pressing in her vestibule. He wiggled the finger in a naughty manner, and she giggled, not knowing how else to respond to this intimate invasion of her person. She would not dare to resist such a powerful man, who gave so much to the team. It would die without him.
Keeping his finger buried in the moist warmth of her vagina, he had Chantal stand beside him, and he inserted the middle finger of his other hand into her cunt and said “I think you know that some people not associated with track and field get to see the videos we make.” That was a statement, not a question, and she realized that.
Tammi nodded and said “Um hum.” That was girl talk for her agreement. She had no idea that the videos were broadcast on pay sites, but was not surprised, knowing the images they got went much further than for the study of kinesiology. The camera angles seemed to her to show more interest in the girls’ sexuality and genitalia.
“I got two calls this morning, one from the Police saying they would be coming to arrest the two of you for peddling your wares on the beach last night. That is a serious matter. The other call was from a gentleman who is interested in talking with you. What he has to offer may be a way out of this mess.
“I think he wants to make the two of you an exciting offer for a job. If you accept his offer, that will take care nicely of the matter of the Police. When he told me what his offer is about, I told him I think you’d both be perfect. He needs young, athletic and attractive woman like you two to assist in a special act with an aerialist.”
“That sounds interesting,” Chantal responded, “but maybe it’s too dangerous. Would we be up in the air too? What would we have to do?”
“Well, to start with, he needs beautiful young athletes like you, who are used to being naked in public, and this environment at the training center has given you that. He can’t use a virgin, as I see you are not, because the aerialist and the young lady assisting him will be performing carnal coitus in the air. Won’t that be fun? Or to put it less delicately, they will be fornicating, fucking as they perform above a large audience.”
“Holy cow, that’s really adult,” Tammi said. Chantal agreed.
“Exactly. Only one of you works with each daily act, of course. The aerialist is very good, but he only has one penis. It’s an aerial dance, while you are coupled with him, with your sex organs fully engaged. You’ve been proving at the beach you understand what coupling is. It’s all about extracting semen from a man’s penis into your body.
“I think your training here as elite athletes has made the two of you graceful enough to handle that. From your evening dalliance at the beach, I know you have the carnal experience. Can you grip firmly a long stiff penis in here?” He wiggled his fingers inside them to make his point.
“A lot of people will be watching, and appreciating what you can do with the man, while swinging up in the air. There’s not much to worry about, because he’ll support you. The man who is making the offer said you’ll be riding one of the firmest stout penises you will ever encounter.”
“Shitteroo, that sounds so out there!” Chantal exclaimed. Shit, getting myself fucked in front of a big crowd, while up in the air! I’ve never done anything like that before. You called what we’ll be doing a dance? My mom would have a freaking bird if she knew about me dancing on a guy’s big cock in front of a big cheering audience!”
“She won’t need to know. I’ll take you to meet this man who’s made the offer. Don’t worry about getting dressed, you won’t need clothes, just slip on a robe and I’ll take you there now so you can meet the employer and the young man you’ll be working with. Has a boy ever had sex with either of you in your bottom, giving it to you up your anus?
“No, of course not, Tammi stated. “Fucking up the bum is dirty.”
“Oh no, it doesn’t need to be. When its planned, you always flush yourself clean with an internal soapy spray before doing that. It’s just like taking it in the front, only your rectum is much tighter. In the case of this particular aerial coitus dance routine, as you’ll see, the greater grip of your bum hole is preferable.”
They each pulled on a short white robe with a single cord tie to cover their nakedness, and his chauffer was waiting for them at his limo. He took them to the private business side of the airport where his Gulfstream jet was waiting for them, and gave them the thrill of a lifetime when they flew all the way to a distant city.
To pass the time for them while in the air, he allowed Tammi and Chantal to coat the length of his penis with their vaginal juices, and in return for their ministrations, he deposited a substantial load of semen in the depth of their tight gripping young cunts.
When they landed, another limo awaited them. Because they were flying in a private jet, there was no need for the hassle of security, which was a good thing, as they two 14-year-old beauties were stark naked under the brief robes they had brought with them.
“You’ll do just fine,” he said as the limo arrived at the service dock of the D-Ring Casino. Inside a woman in a business suit with a very short skirt and five-inch heels met them. She seemed to be in charge, and took them to a green room. There they were introduced to the nude aerialist who was working out, flexing his incredible muscles.
They were immediately impressed by the imposing size of his remarkable penis, that to them appeared to be as muscular has his incredible arms, legs and torso. They were also impressed that his groin was shaved clean. They had never before seen a man who didn’t have a lot of curly pubic hair.
The track and field team benefactor told them it was okay to take off their robes, which he took from them and left. Neither girl was used to meeting a strange man who was nude, and was not at the time interested in fucking them. Neither knew what to say or to do. To get things rolling, the naked performing artist took the lead.
“Hi kids,” he said, “so you two are gonna be my new young assistants. You’re great looking girls. You’ll love it. It’s a piece of cake, and you’ll have a ball. All you have to do is keep those gorgeous legs apart, your toes pointed all the time, and let me guide you. I’ve got all the moves planned, so all you have to do is follow my lead.
“All you’ll wear is a pair of spike heels and a tight red collar around your neck. All the female entertainers here have them. They’re very sexy, and are the only required costume. Hardly a costume, I’d say, because they cover fucking nothing. You look terrific, and besides, I don’t see anything on either of you that needs to be covered. The audience will love seeing those beautiful tits and cunts of yours.
“First let me show you how we’ll work together as a team. It’s my act, and I do all the work. You’re just pretty young cunts, but you have to do your bit for it to work. Let’s do a dry run, here on the ground, so you know what you’re supposed to do in the performance. Tammi, why don’t you work tonight, and Chantal can be up tomorrow night.”
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Jackson noticed the next between-bout entertainment had started. It seemed D-Ring had to keep things moving, and the large audience of gamblers entertained. This act featured a nude muscular young aerialist, sporting an outstanding erection, who for twenty minutes did high-flying acrobatics, but he was not alone up there.
With him was a beautiful fourteen-year-old partner introduced as Tammi, an athletic girl who was supported only by his erection planted deep in her pretty cunt. He swung suspended by a stout rope; it was attached to a harness belt around his waist that took the weight of both of them.
The young girl, her gorgeous long legs spread wide, had no rope. She had to be very trusting. Her only way to stay with the aerialist was by the firm grip of her tight young cunt on his stiff and sizeable penis. Jackson was impressed to see a fourteen-year-old with a set of huge tits like those, full outstanding breasts that were swinging wildly with every move of the aerialist throughout the act.
That afternoon the two had practiced their routine safely on the ground. The teen girl named Tammi was new, replacing an equally young sex performer who would no longer be working with him. He told his new partner that the previous girl was nervous, and had found a new, safer opportunity, with much less risk. He told her that girl had been a smashing success.
On the safety of the green room floor, Tammi had learned what she had to do. She just got herself fucked, had to move with him, and had one switch in position he helped her with to make it safe. When they had entered the Casino and entered the ring, the audience applause made Tammi blush.
She was completely nude, except for her collar and spike heels. The aerialist began by inserting his rigid penis into her cunt, and then he had her spread her long legs wide, pointing her toes in the spike heels, supporting herself entirely on his erection. She realized this was an impressive penis to hold her so securely.
Part way through the act she impressed Jackson as she reached back to the male aerialist’s hips and raised her cunt off him. This was a risky move, but the girl must have mastered it to risk it at that height. Her huge tits dangled like sacks of tender meat as she moved. The young performer was clearly athletic, and a very impressive looking piece of ass.
She lifted a shapely leg to her head and carefully turned around while they were high in the air, supported only by her hands on his hips, and his hands on hers. He helped her in getting her position shifted by leaning back, putting the bulk of her weight directly over him.
When her back was to him, she then lowered her rectum onto the head of his shaft. The flared head of his dick easily found in the deep hollow between her spread buttocks the starfish of her anus, and with an abrupt thrust he drove his long stout shaft deep into her.
They were once more coupled, this time with his penis planted in a much tighter shaft. She once more had the support of his stout member sunk well inside her, this time in her rectum. It was impressive to see an ass fuck as an integral part of a sex act. Jackson’s penis was standing at attention.
She was now once more relying entirely on this support, and on the firm grip of her anus on his erection. From this point onward it would be her only means of staying with him. They were far above the D-Ring canvas, with him fucking Tammi’s asshole as they moved.
The girl in her early teens with the huge firm breasts was in an incredibly tenuous position, and was now in imminent danger of a perilous, deadly fall from high above the fight ring, and the audience loved it. Many of them, particularly women, were holding their breath to see how long the daring young cunt could remain with him.
“This guy’s been a big hit here for months,” Billy said,” doing his thing every night.”
“What about his beautiful young partner?” Jackson asked. “She seems to be new, and he’s giving her direction for everything, almost as if she’s never performed before, but it looks like she’s managing it nicely. Now it’s starting to look a bit dicey for the young cunt.”
“His partners are all a big hit too, but in their own special way, as you’ll see.” At that point it was clear the male aerialist was ejaculating into the young girl’s colon. This made her position much more tenuous, as his semen provided an excellent form of lubrication to her colon and anus.
The winch holding his rigging lifted them almost to the casino’s high ceiling, and then the aerialist started swinging his legs. He swung them forward and back several times, each time increasing the breadth of movement and their height, until he managed to swing his legs back so that he lay horizontal, his face (and colon-holstered penis) pointing downward.
The young girl desperately gripping his stout rigid dick with her anus screamed as she began to gradually slip forward. Her weight was a major factor, as was the fact that her partner had ejaculated, generously lubricating the rear fuck shaft of her colon, making it very slippery inside.
This was an impossible position for the youngster Tammi to maintain, and she felt her rectum starting to slip along the length of the aerialist’s stout but now semen-lubricated cock. Things were not looking good for the young cunt with the huge breasts, who as she realized the impossibility of her failing situation began to scream.
Within seconds the worst happened; she lost the grip of her rectal hold, and steadily slid downward until she was off his stiff prick, which was still spurting., diving toward the concrete floor in a death dive. Her partner was a true showman, as he continued sending gobs of his cum down after her.
The excited women in the audience shrieked with pleasure as the naked fourteen-year-old girl plunged to her death, her head and belly splitting as she abruptly struck the concrete, covered by bloodstained canvas in the fight ring. Once his semen had lubricated her colon, the young athlete had no hope of survival. All she could do was to dive and die, as entertainment for the bloodthirsty gamblers.
The aerialist’s innocent young assistant made a devastating landing on the top of her head, crushing her skull and driving her entire head down between her shoulders and lungs behind her huge tits. Tammi rolled onto her back, her legs akimbo, and appeared to be headless.
The pretty and daring fourteen-year-old aerialist’s assistant’s slender torso had split open down the middle, from between her breasts right down to her well-used cunt like a slammed frog when she had hit the canvas. She, like her predecessor, had been a smashing success, and had now found a lmuch ess risky position.
Her athletic skills had served her well for the first part of the act, but now she would no longer require them. Tammi had performed perfectly. Now there was not only blood but also a substantial deposit of teen gore, guts and brains spilled on the D-Ring’s canvas to deal with.
“See what I said,” Billy boasted. “Every night the guy’s partner is a splattering hit! In fact in their advertising they bill his show as a fucking “Bitch Splatter” act. It’s a good thing the pretty young girls don’t get to see those posters, or know about that when they line up to apply! This bitch-splatter act is straight out fucking murder!”
“That was a magnificent dive and splatter that pretty young bitch did for us!” Jackson observed. “This guy’s ding a clever act, beautifully executed.”
“Executed is the right word. People bet on which way she lands, and can make a killing, pun intended,” Billy said. “Last time when I saw the act, when she landed on her head the nude twelve-year-old girl they used than night smashed in her skull and broke her fucking neck, compressing her entire head into her spine.
“The hair on top of her head was even with her shoulders. No head, no fucking neck, just the bitch’s hair. That’s the kind of thing that keeps people coming out to the D-Ring Casino, and makes it such a huge moneymaker for the international gambling Corporation.”
Not knowing it was coming, Jackson had not placed a bet on how the young cunt would meet her violent end. The odds on the bet would have been good, as there were limited ways a plunging girl could land, but he was sure she would flip on the way down, so landing feet down was unlikely. It was a fitting ending for such a pretty little bitch to end her life and entertain the crowd with a splatter.
“I don’t want you to worry about this act,” the MC said into the mic, “this unfortunate young lady’s girlfriend of the same age and with a similar figure has already prepared to take her place, and will without doubt perform admirably, doing a live aerial fuck for your entertainment, followed by a spectacular swan dive and splatter!.
“When she lands on the unforgiving concrete surface of the ring, she’ll add to our already impressive presentation of bitch blood, while also producing for your amusement, some female tripe and gore. Tomorrow you should expect to see Chantal, an equally attractive and athletic fourteen-year-old beauty who loves engaging in sex in public.”
It was clear that life was not only expendable in the D-Ring casinos, but that shocking deaths of pretty young females was the major draw. Jackson was in full agreement with their unique business plan, and was thinking how he could adopt it. His biggest challenge would be to capture an enduring audience of big stakes gamblers.
He was gaining a better appreciation of the value of cunt killing sport as a draw for the gamblers, and would do everything in his power to ensure that the lethal sport kept growing. He would fill the void left by D-Ring in not regularly featuring the younger set of performers, the kiddies he had seen on Martha’s videos.
For a price anything could be had, and the life of a young ambitious cunt was not too much to spend to earn the large profits the casino brought in. Death of a gorgeous cunt was considered a viable commodity, and all it required was an entrepreneur like Jackson to make it happen.
Making a few exciting kills of daring naked young ladies or little girls in an evening of entertainment, particularly in front of a large enthusiastic audience of wealthy gamblers, was not an unreasonable price for doing business. Fresh young cunts were easily procured, and were therefor of little value.
They were all going to die at some point anyway, and Jackson’s plan was simply to harness that brutal reality for the benefit of his bottom line. He was a business man, and knew how to put his profits ahead of all else. Jackson had a great understanding of how such things worked.
The broken naked carcass of the lovely fourteen-year-old short-term sex aerialist Tammi was pulled from the ring for disposal, the heavier gore was scraped from the canvas and the MC once more leaped onto the platform. He climbed into the fight ring, his microphone in hand.
He had cleaned himself up, and probably had popped another organ enhancer, because his impressive penis was as erect and rigid as ever. He looked like he could fuck his way through all the women D-Ring was going to present this evening, although it was unlikely he would have the opportunity.
“Ladies and Gentlemen, I hope you enjoyed that daring display by our star aerialist and his delightfully daring and risk taking, if unlucky, young partner Tammi, who I can tell you was a very promising athlete in the area of track and field. This proved to be a leap too far! I don’t know why she chose to change sports, but it wasn’t her best idea.
“I want to assure you he has already found a lovely and eager new colleague, another fourteen-year-old beauty with a gripping vagina and rectum to work nude with him, taking the place of the young Tammi who performed that spectacular nude dive and bitch-splatter for you!”
The audience gave a round of applause to the naked male aerialist, who was just now lowered to the ring to step out of his harness. His penis was still firmly erect, and he was once more ejaculating from the thrill of providing his young partner the chance to do her dive.
For her it had been unexpected, and unavoidable, completely planned and amazingly spectacular death dive. That fall turned out to be the guts of his show.
He bowed in accepting their acknowledgement, then stepped out of the ring and departed, the sole survivor of his duo act, as was the case every night. His was really a solo act, with the female partners making guest appearances, completing their part by splattering their shapely naked bodies on the concrete floor, to the delight of the cheering audience.
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Their waitress served Billy and Jackson fresh drinks, taking pains to tuck the bills with which they paid into her vulva. Soon after she departed, once more the lights were dimmed. Up onto the platform climbed three naked muscle men. They were not your usual jocks, but it was clear they were all bodybuilders.
They were all sporting impressive bulging muscular arms and legs. They also had slender waists, tight abs, and huge upward curving erections. Other than their heads, their bodies had been shaved clean of any body hair, including their armpits and their entire groin area.
Below their undercarriage swung an impressive scrotum on each of them, displaying large steroid-enhanced testicles. These three dudes were the real thing, where pride in their impressive physique was paramount. They were too proud to be fuck studs; their erotic display of physical development was everything to them.
What was different about the presentation of these naked men was that they wore high heeled sandals, ponytails, and makeup on their faces. They were not gays, but had been prepared to appear effeminate. The casino was making fools of them to humiliate them into becoming fierce fighters, to prove their masculinity.
The MC, in his top hat, tails, black leather boots and nothing else, his erection matching those of the three musclemen, got onto the platform once more and introduced the next act. He grasped his rigid penis in a fist and began steadily pumping on it with real fervor.
The ladies squealed and whistled in excitement as he brought himself to orgasm, and began ejaculating great gobs of warm creamy cum into the air. “I just wanted to see which of you are honest-to-goodness full-fledged cock women,” he said, spurting his cum as he spoke.
Two matronly women came to the front, leaning forward so that their enormous breasts burst out of their restraining blouses, and bending down, they began licking his semen off the canvas. The men were amused, whistling at the pair of obscene cunts. They resumed their seats when the mess of spilled cum was cleaned up.
“Ladies,” he began, “this one’s for you, as we present a major
Cock fight between these three muscular and well-endowed gentlemen. We know you all like to enjoy and wager on an exciting cock fight now and again. This is why we call it ‘The Ladies’ Sport’.
“These three gentlemen were collected from three different gyms, and have been ‘volunteered’ to put their cocks on the line for you for a little root-jerking entertainment. Their first task for your entertainment is to get the others to ejaculate. You may wish to wager on which cums first or last.”
Jackson and Billy had little interest in what they were certain would follow, and agreed to give it a pass, departing to get some rest after a long evening of enjoying violent sexual sport. As they all wore a ponytail, he knew the intention was that all three of them were to die in the ring tonight.
How that happened was of far more interest to the ladies, who squealed with delight as the three stood in a circle, leaning inward with their heads together, and each grasping the firm erection of the other two in his fist. The three cocks were all long enough to accommodate a pair of fists grasping them.
Billy grinned as he pointed out three naked six-year-old girls in spike heeled shoes standing in the wings, each holding a pair of sheers with long handles. “We’ve gotta see this,” he said, as he and Jackson re-took their seats to witness what they knew the little girls were going to do.
The three little imps came on stage, holding the shears in front of them. The men saw them peripherally, but could only see the girls come up behind the other two, not themselves, and each assumed he would be bypassed in the apparent scrotum clipping the girls were about to do.
Each gripped the two cocks he held more firmly, to keep the other two from moving when the girls would clip them. With all three big cocks being more firmly squeezed, all three of them began extra ejaculation, spurting their semen in great gobs onto the floor, which the audience loved.
The girls worked in sync, as they had been trained to do before they came on stage, and three gentlemen’s scrotums were soon lined up between the spread clippers each held. Each of the three men gripping and pumping on the other two’s penises believed he would be spared the emasculating nut clipping.
Each was wrong. With horrendous screams, the three men felt the steel clippers shear off his scrotum in a spectacular triple castration. Jackson grinned at his friend Billy. The sound of the naked muscle men’s harsh screeches was drowned out by the delighted shrieks and squeals of the masturbating ladies in the audience.
“These guys really know how to please the women!” he said, and the two departed, their appetite for extreme sexual abuse satiated from their long evening of observing the best in human debauchery. They had more to see, but would leave that for another day. What was available, they discovered, was unending.
CHAPTER 28 – Dangerous Knee Spikes
The two friends returned to the D-Ring Casino when they heard there was to be a spike fight. They had no idea what that was, but the sound if it had their full attention. The handler’s appeared, each holding the leash of nude women. The leash was attached to their collars, and their wrists were cuffed behind their backs.
Jackson was certain even the merciless taking of many lives of easily available young girls for sport, insisting they perform naked, fighting for their fucking lives, would be a worthwhile endeavor, when great sums of money were on the line, and huge profits were to be made from the female’s spectacular entertainment deaths.
Death of naked young fighters, after all, was what he knew his clients would want. He would feature the little ladies who were too young to have developed titties, or grow curls on their pubic mounds, leaving them bare for admiration. His prime objective now was to get to the head of the line, so that some of the vast amounts of blood money the violent sport produced rolled his way.
After all, the people at D-Ring were, when it came right down to it, sacrificing the lives of even highly educated and privileged daughters of the powerful, for fans of extreme violence to females! To do so was a reasonable enterprise, when the price was right to create reasonable profits.
Everyone knew that girls of any race, religion, physique, social standing or age, even the stunningly beautiful, were at best nothing but cunts, regardless of standing or connections, and only low-life pimps were known to ever put any meaningful value on cunts, and that was always a dollar value, and usually appropriately low.
That was just the way the world worked. Jackson was expert at finding new things that worked well, and then turning a handsome profit from the unusual opportunities they might present, mainly in the particularly interesting area of brazen sexual violence.
He was storing and mentally cataloging several new ideas on anything that turned him on, trusting his instinct that what he found stimulating would also turn on the wealthy gamblers he planned to serve. Jackson was a true entrepreneur, and knew how to turn ideas into a great deal of money.
The two naked ladies before them, engaged for the spike fight, wore spike heels, with plastic tops that showed their beautiful bare feet with brightly painted nails, and tight ankle straps. As they approached Jackson saw their collars, cuffs and anklets all had long sharp spikes attached. This was going to prove to be another amazing cock-jerker of a cunt fight!
When they were boosted up onto the platform and through the ropes, Jackson saw another startling feature. Both of the nude combatants were wearing a sharp three-inch upward curving spike strapped to her left knee! A closer look showed that the upper edge of the spike was very sharp, making them potentially great bitch-gutting weapons.
These shapely and fit nude young ladies, teens with perfect voluptuous figures who appeared to be about sixteen or seventeen, both at the peak of their physical and sexual development, were well armed and likely to put on a bloody gore-filled show. The spikes on their collars and cuffs, and particularly the vicious sharp-edged spikes on their left knee ensured that an ample amount of blood would flow.
Jackson was glad to see that neither wore a ponytail, so the fight would at least be fair. Not that it mattered to him. The two gorgeous nude beauties appeared to be perfectly matched. With the weapons they wore on their knees, this was certainly going to be a fight to the death. With their arms cuffed behind them, they could pay little attention to defense.
He hoped one of them would be able to open her opponent’s belly. Those hooks on their knees looked capable of doing just that. He had never before witnessed a beautiful young woman being eviscerated by her opponent in a fight, he had only seen that done by a vicious tormentor in a terminal torture show.
As they stood, wearing only their heels, leashed collars, cuffs and knee spikes, they showed their outstanding bodies to the maximum effect. Jackson judged that the dirty blonde stood a bit more erect, and the girl with shiny black hair with long bangs stood in a slight semi-crouch, as if ready to spring. There was no doubt from their agitated demeanor they both were high on speed.
Both stood with their long shapely legs parted in their amazing spike heels, slowly turning, giving the audience a great look at their well-prepared highly aroused clean-shaved cunts, which were decorated with dangling rings that pierced their inner cunt lips. He felt his cock jerk as he imagined the blood that would spurt when one of them managed to get hold of and rip those labia-piercing rings out.
After giving it due consideration, Jackson picked the dirty blonde to back, because of something about her attitude as she posed so obscenely. Billy decided on backing the black haired bitch. They both tucked a $1,000 bill into the awaiting vagina of the eleven-year-old girl taking bets.
The MC introduced their event. “Ladies and Gentlemen, it is now time for our main event, featuring a gorgeous pair of truly professional young ladies! This will be what you all came expecting to see. They are going to participate in a fight to the death, with a guaranteed cunt-kill!
“This contest is between a pair of equally experienced lethal battle fighters, the Hispanic Juanita wearing the red cuffs, and Chelsea the Brit with a set of yellow cuffs. Each of these outstanding physical specimens has excellent credentials competing at the senior death fight level, each having attained five previous kills.
“Both came into our system in the same manner as Lilly, having a strong personal agenda. They wanted to beat up and defeat a girl they nominated, one they thought of as an enemy, and they were both successful in doing serious, lethal damage in their first hate-driven fight.
“Their nominated opponents had what you might think of as a Maggie moment, having gone down and being unable to get up. Both of the downed competitors were thoroughly defeated, and required dispatching. Each of those girls were so soundly thrashed that they were provided what you could refer to as an intimate experience.
They hosted, as Maggie did, the cold barrel of my pistol, which was thrust into their vaginas. They each got to take in an abrupt load of expanding lead, ripping their viscera to shreds as the internal guts of the two unfortunate downed naked bitches were blown away.
“Winning those fights was a terrific start to Juanita and Chelsea’s careers with us. Because it was the dispatcher had to complete the killings, neither was given credit for a ring kill, but none the less, they experienced victory under what we might refer to as grave circumstances.
“Juanita came into our organization through our Seattle casino, which introduces a lot of Hispanic cunts to our sport, and Chelsea, a fucking Brit (I hate Brits), through our casino in the eastern suburbs of London. That casino also produces, thanks to the recruiters, a good number of gorgeous brown-skinned women of Indian heritage. Their breasts are amazing.
“Before they reached the senior level, both of them moved quickly through the amateur level, defeating well matched girls with minor weapons, while thrilling the crowds by spilling copious amounts of their foes’ blood and slimy gore on the canvas. Both proved to be great fighting cunts.
“At every level, between bouts they were trained to do better, learning new fight skills they will demonstrate for you tonight, while both are eagerly and desperately fighting for their lives. One of these repeat winners will lose. This is as good as it gets.” He was padding with verbiage to allow the gamblers time to place their bets, and for the naked young girls to collect and register them.
“You are about to witness the Queen of Fights! Once they are ready, fighters are promoted to the senior level, to participate in death fights, with everything on the line. These dazzling damsels are now at that level, as they have each executed five consecutive and convincing cunt-kills in our rings throughout the world!”
The audience chuckled with his schoolboy play on words, but did not want to encourage him with his jokes. They were past the point for hearing mindless puns, and were ready for the real thing. They wanted to see more blood, and were eager to witness another spectacular cunt kill, featuring these well-matched naked competitors.
CHAPTER 29 – Exceptional Battles
“The Queen of Fights. That’s an interesting concept. Is there a King of Fights?” Jackson asked.
“Absolutely,” Billy responded. “They only hold one about once a month. They put three fighters into the ring, all strangers. Although it’s an unplanned free-for-all, it always turns out that two of them will gang up on the third, which can be any one of them, and when they’ve killed her, the remaining two then go after each other.
“You never know which one will be the victim, but with two of them on her, it’s fucking brutal. The cunts start with technique that’s worked for them before, but because they usually have new opponents, soon that’s abandoned as they are all fighting for their fucking lives.
“They go for maximum damage early, because a damaged fighter doesn’t have the power to respond like one who’s not so badly hurt, and when injured the tend to become more defensive. The only thing that works is for a cunt to be totally offensive, going for the kill as soon as possible.
“It is really spectacular, and with two fighters killed in a single bout, minimum bets are $1,000. Most gamblers will put up ten grand, and a third of them are losers when the first cunt hits the canvas. I saw one that went on and on. It was forty-five minutes before they killed the first girl, and the second to die lasted more than an hour and a half.
“She finally bought it when her foe got a hand up her cunt, and then managed to break loose and jerk out her fucking uterus! Hot damn, that’s guaranteed jerk-off time. When the purple gonads came out, the hand went back in, and came back out with the fist gripping a tangle of her squiggly whitish small intestine bitch guts!
“There was more blood, shit and piss spilled that night than I’ve ever seen! The winner didn’t quit when she got intestines out through the cunt. She got up and managed to get the heel of one of her spikes into the belly of the second to fall, creating a new portal in the bitch!
“She then actually succeeded in getting a bunch more of her opponent’s viscera out by enlarging the hole in the bitch’s belly bacon! That fight was really special. Unless they’re armed like these two tonight are, you will seldom get to see a naked battling bitch’s guts spilled.
“Grand evisceration is so uncommon in a fight, it’s a house policy that when a cunt gets herself totally gutted, the payout to winners is increased by 20%. It’s a very big deal in these cunt-fights.” For some reason, gamblers get really turned on to see a living young lady’s guts being pulled out of her.
“Their look of disbelief and shrill screams are delightfully stimulating, and create intense stimulation, so that more cum than usual is spilled, and it makes the perfect cap for an evening of ferocious violence entertainment. You have to see it to believe it.
“You know it’s definitely going to be a cunt-kill when that happens, and even with all these young sweating serving cunts running around the place in their sexy spike heels, all you can smell in the casino is the aroma of spurting cum. It’s stronger than in a whore house!”
“The only thing bigger than the King of Fights is the Emperor Fights. That’s where they make an exception to the no male fighters rule. They’ll do a two on three, two men against three cunts. They develop guys with amazing punching capability, with fists like sledgehammers. These fights go pretty fast.
“The nude cunts are given big regulation padded boxing gloves, securely strapped on, and the guys use their taped fists. The 20% bonus rule is out for these, because they always end in the gutting of at least one of the live cunts. It’s what the guys are trained to do, and the crowd loves it.
“It’s really spectacular, and in the half dozen Emperor fights I’ve seen, I’ve never seen the guys lose. At one of these specialty fights one of the guys got his fucking nuts crushed by a well directed knee, but you have to realize that even for the naked studs, this is a risky business at the best of times.
“It’s no fucking contest. They’ve got a couple of guys who punch so hard they can cave in the side of a cunt’s chest by punching her in the ribs. They’ll crack cheekbones, break jaws, snap an arm, and a single punch to the jaw can break a cunt’s fucking neck. No shit. They always rip a woman with an open-fist punch to the belly so that two of their stiff fingers are driven right into her navel.
“With fingers from both hands inside her, they rip her fucking belly open. It’s the most spectacular gutting act I’ve ever seen. The best part of it is they reach down and jerk out her uterus, with her purple little ovaries flapping in full sight. The bitches always scream beautifully when this happens. I don’t know if its shock or pain that makes them do that, but I love it.
“The guys in the ring always ejaculate when the cunt gives up her gonads. In my opinion an Emperor fight is easily the very best form of adult entertainment. The place is jam packed whenever they hold one. They’re so special they only have Emperor Fights twice a year at each casino.”
“I can imagine why,” Jackson said. “Those events must be amazing. What are the economics of this operation?” He was doing the math on how he was going to get something similar going. He was certain he was going to do it, and with the kind of privacy he planned, he felt he could successfully introduce the use of much younger little girls, which when naked caused him more than a little interest.
“The cost of introducing and bringing a fighting woman to this level is not outrageous,” Billy explained,” because she’s earning the casino money with every win. Tonight that cost is being spent in promising the death of one of them. Wagering in the casino alone would make these sadistic cuntfights a very profitable enterprise, but that’s only a tenth of what will be brought in by internet gambling on this lethal bout.
“The shows between fights don’t go to air, because they haven’t set up gambling on the outcomes yet, and other than the high drop of a teen girl by the aerialist, they are usually quite tame. They’re just to set the mood, and the private bets between gamblers are ignored by the house.
“The tough guys who do the Emperor fights are kept busy all year, because D-Ring produces a lot of private parties, some on a grand three-day scale, for their wealthiest clients. These guys get to kill three or four girls a night when things are good, and in this business things are usually very good.
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“Everyone present has paid $500 to attend, to witness live the ruthless carnage in the ring. That’s a one million dollar gate. Hundreds of thousands of online gamblers pay $200 to watch the bout with live streaming on the dark-net, otherwise known as Usenet. They will wager millions in total for this one fight. As you can see, this is a big time business.
“The $200 fee for watching the main bout live online also includes viewing both of the preliminary bouts. Every now and again they get the pleasure of watching under-age girls duke it out nude, like we saw tonight. Probably half a million was wagered on the brutal punishment fight between the eleven-year-old serving girls by online gamblers.”
The MC paused to pay attention with his fist to an ache in his loins, and firmly stroked his stiff, raging erection. Billy took advantage of the pause to tell Jackson “They also do a ‘minute special’ before the main fight card begins, where only the live streaming audience gets to see a short show done in a tiny underground theater here.
“They’re called a minute special because of how quickly they’re finished. They’ll have a pair of naked six or seven-year-old girls armed with either knives, hammers or even little pistols, get into a quickie fight to the death. None of that happens up in the Casino, of course.
“It’s so illegal that guests at the Casino don’t even know it’s going on. Can you imagine the level of dedication for a young mother to put her little six-year-old girl into a fight like that? To end it, when at least one is dead, there’s a guy armed with an AK-47 that enters and blasts the kiddie meat apart for a spectacular ending, including the winner.
“The fights are designed so that they are always very brief, with a quick kill, so that they don’t delay the show up here in the main ring. The girls with the pistols are instructed to just keep firing into the other girl, no matter what. I’m guessing the MC is jacking off to cover until he gets the signal the mini-fight down below us, whatever it might be, is over.”
Just at that moment the MC resumed. “The sudden unplanned dispatching with my pistol tonight of that badly damaged Maggie was an amazing bonus for everyone, but D-Ring can easily afford such unexpected costs. Operating these casinos is like having a license to print money. More than three million was wagered on that amateur fight alone.”
“Incredible,” Jackson observed. He was in, and his idea on how he could co-exist with D-Ring Inc. was taking shape in his mind. He was a great negotiator, and always had a plan B ready to go if his competition tried to get him backed into a corner. Of course it would not be easy, but nothing worth doing ever was.
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The MC again picked up his narrative. “Regardless of their breed, we deem fighting cunts to be sub-human, regardless of the class they were obtained from. Once their rights are fully obtained, their freedom and any sense of self-worth are not applicable, and we discourage such nonsense in our cunt stock.
“We move most of the girls we’re developing as professional fighters to our locations around the world, to give them experience, and keep faces fresh for our valued gamblers. New locations also mean a broader range of opponents, so they learn to become very adept fighters if they survive.
“We track them carefully as they progress, giving them varied experience against SE Asians, East Indians, South Americans, Europeans, fucking Russians, Americans and several other breeds of erotic fighting cunts. They’ve got to learn from experience, and grasp their worthlessness.
“If they expect to survive, fighting cunts must understand they are fully expendable, and it sometimes takes time for them to grasp that obvious fact. You all know a cunt is a cunt, no matter where she’s from, but the cultural differences that shape their character make them approach fighting other cunts differently.
“It is also important that audiences don’t get used to our fighting stock, as our gamblers aways appreciate there being some strange cunt in the ring, just like in bed, and too much knowledge of their ability and weaknesses in the ring could negatively affect wagering.
“The wrists of these two are cuffed behind them now to keep them from starting the fight prematurely. The cuffs stay on, but if they can figure it out, there’s a move that will make them unlink. Their hands can be very useful, because the common rule about no gouging does not apply here.
“In these professional death cunt-fights, these girls can do anything they want to take out their opponent, including violent eye removal, and we expect them to get super-tough. You have to witness a girl fighting with an eye or both dug out to appreciate how sexually stimulating that can be.
“Have you all placed your bets? I hope so, because wagering is now closed! It’s cunt-to-cunt fight time! Get ready for the hottest violent action available anywhere!” Pointing to the handlers, he said with authority, “Bitches, release these beautiful ladies’ leashes, and then get your sorry fucking asses the hell out of the ring!”
The nude female handlers did as instructed, unclipping the leashes, and quickly followed the MC through the ropes, their large pendular breasts swinging and their cunts flashing as they lifted a leg over the ropes. The women fighters ignored them, and promptly moved toward each other.
This was the action Jackson had been looking forward to seeing all evening. The death fight between two gorgeous bitches with the spikes strapped to their knees was under way. He was looking forward to seeing at least one of them rip open the tight tummy of the other.
The first thing both nude fighters did was to go to work on the important task of unclipping the cuffs, twisting, pulling and pushing, sliding up and down, rapidly doing anything they could think of to free their wrists. Surprisingly, in just a few seconds both struggling cunts were successful, and had free use of their hands.
Unlike the amateurs, these two did not charge each other, but instead moved slowly, their nude bodies in heels circling and measuring each other before committing to a blow. This was the first time they had seen each other, and it was to be the last. One of them was about to die, and both girls were fully committed to it being the other that fell.
The sole objective of these professional fighting cunts was to win, defeating their adversary at any cost. The price of losing in this business was their life. That’s what the gamblers came to see, and demanded nothing less than witnessing and cheering on a violent naked bitch killing.
D-Ring’s primary product, and what drew in its wealthy gambling clients, was its policy of featuring in its infamous ring the brutal killing of beautiful naked young women engaged in furiously intense raging death fights. The Casino chain well understood this, and was sure to deliver novel violent cunt killings on a regular basis.
The ladies they featured died with passion and rage, one gorgeous frantic nude slain by another naked young woman while desperately fighting for her life. In nearly a century of operation, many thousands of naked young ladies had given their lives for the amusement of their jaded customers, and in that time the multi-national corporation had perfected the form of cunts killing cunts.
Chelsea made the first move, swinging her spiked wrist-cuff , still attached to her wrist, at Juanita’s head. Juanita saw it coming, and knew that with a limb extended, Chelsea was vulnerable. She blocked the flying arm with her left hand, swung her own right hand at Chelsea’s breast.
At the same time, she drove the spike on her left knee up into Chelsea’s groin, sinking it’s full depth into the hollow of bare flesh between her pubic mound and leg. Juanita held her knee where it was as she pushed Chelsea back into the ropes, so there were only three spike-heeled shoes on the deck.
The gorgeous naked Latina cunt moved her raised leg around, digging a wider hole in the crotch-meat of her opponent, while she used the vicious spikes on her wrist cuffs on the pinned screaming blonde British beauty’s face and breasts, scratching the meat deeply, drawing blood.
Chelsea had not made five ring kills in her career by taking bad thrashings from her opponents. She put her wrists to work on Juanita’s breasts and ribs, slashing them with her cuffs’ spikes so that both of the franticly fighting naked women were quickly producing blood.
This was the kind of action the gamblers loved to see, and with the level of vehemence in their attacks, it was clear the contest between these naked battling bitches was not likely to end early. Even as they aggressively attacked each other, the two were cautious, knowing that any mistake could result in their death in the ring.
Suddenly Chelsea grabbed Juanita, with her arms around her so that her cuffs dug trenches in the flesh of her back, and pushed hard, forcing Juanita to withdraw the knee spike buried in her groin. This was necessary because of the need to have both of her feet working to maintain her balance.
Juanita’s experience told her that going down would provide Chelsea with an enormous advantage. Once a woman fell to the canvas, the sudden disadvantage to her was massive, and frequently the one who had been downed ended up as the final loser, being killed.
As winners in every fight up until now, both of these beautiful tough combatants understood that. Job number one was for them to remain on their feet. Chelsea had worked that knowledge to get Juanita’s probing knee spike out of her now damaged groin.
Juanita wrapped her arms around Chelsea as well, and dug her wrist-cuff spikes into her back. Two could play this game. In a brief moment of inspiration she pulled downward and then leaning in, viciously thrust her long collar spikes hard into the side if Chelsea’s face.
The sharp protrusions dug deep trenches in Chelsea’s cheek, ripped a nerve, tore muscle and caused the British woman’s jaw to sag open, as if she were gasping in surprise. Chelsea was no longer able to close her mouth. In Jackson’s view, the violent cunt-fight was progressing nicely.
Billy concurred. Large and visible damage to live struggling human meat was what this sport was all about. From D-Ring’s perspective, the damaged girl’s value for further cuntfights had just plummeted. Even if she should by some chance win this battle, Chelsea would have to deal with the Dispatcher’s colt 45, and with his assistance the vital young woman would be quickly consigned for disposal as nothing more than dead meat.
“This is a very marketable form of entertainment,” Jackson said, “and has outstanding potential to produce huge profits, by going beyond what D-Ring is doing. Blood sports for luscious young cunts has a great future. I would think a major part of setting up something similar would be developing a novel way of resourcing suitable women and girls to participate. Several ideas come to mind.”
“It’s not as difficult as it might appear,” Billy responded, as Jackson knew he would. “That live load of young cunts you just brought me from Cambodia was put together for me by a company that can provide me as many cunts as I want, of any age, from any country or City I ask for.
“I just tell them what I want, race, age, skin color, hair color, any fucking thing I want, and they readily deliver, including little girls from downtown Manhattan playgrounds or from the affluence of Beverly Hills. As you know, everything you might want is available for a price.
“The truth is that particular procurement company specialize in supplying its clients with some very attractive little girls. This fresh batch you’ve just delivered is headed to work in a Houston whorehouse that features Moms and their kids. It’s called The Filly & Pony.
“That’s a descriptive name,” Jackson commented.
“Young Moms and extremely young kids are available for a price, and that’s where these will end up. They train them both in the skills of fornication, and they get very good at it or are shipped out. Now that puts a whole new spin on the term ‘My Little Pony.’
“When the Pony you rent is an energetic little, kid that is well trained to seduce you, mount your prick with her well educated little cunt and then fuck your balls off, you know you’re on to something special. That’s quite the whorehouse. There’s nothing like it!”
“Filly and Pony. What a great concept for combined sex. I’ll want to get over there and give it a look, to see how we might develop something similar for our clients. With the plans I’m making, I don’t want to leave out a great idea like that, if it can give my clients an exceptional experience.”
CHAPTER 30 – Two Parallel Paths
“The kiddie fight events are always held in private homes,” Martha told her husband, as she and Jackson began to flesh out their ideas on developing their own mother and child kiddie fight operation. “We hold the hostesses fully responsible for any accidents to one of the children.
“Home insurance won’t cover any of this should there be an unfortunate accident because of the fight, but because of the nature of the events, a lawsuit would not be a recourse. As well, there’s always a video made of all fights, regardless, even the novice fights between five-year-olds, because streaming online of the videos is where the money is.
“We recruit our hostesses from participating wealthy young mothers so we can use their private homes, strictly for security reasons. It works well, because once they’ve hosted, they want to do so over and over again, entering their young daughters, bringing in other mothers to enter their daughters, which keeps the sport going. As I speak its growing faster than ever. Do you see that changing?”
“No, that’s a great idea,” Jackson replied. “I don’t think we’d abandon that for most of these mother-daughter events, since they’re already well established with a base of cunts willing to put their little girls at risk. We might also tap the single mother market; maybe add payouts to attract them, to increase the field of eligible kiddie fighters.
“However, we could begin to look at doing expanded events that would likely require a larger venue. When we add men to the audience, that will need a bigger space, or when we produce an event where the kids are a bit older or are allowed to go much further, that will attract extra audience, which will mean extra gambling and larger bets.
“But for our main operation I want to take the kiddie fights much further. Let the little scrappers go the distance, which they certainly will, given the chance. I think we could purchase or build a remote resort, maybe on a small private island, large enough to have an air strip in the Caribbean, with guest accommodation, one that would be totally secure for more advanced fans, with even more advanced events to match.
“There would be no constraints on what could happen if we had total security and full control of the grounds. For the home events we could consider some small changes, and do a few feature proceedings that would require a larger audience to make it profitable. How much did the ladies pay to attend the event you held here?”
“$100. Each. I had few expenses, so cleared nearly $10,000 for hosting the fight party. The parents of the little girls who fought paid an entry fee of $200, but there were only six participants. I put up the mothers of the girls from Europe in our guest rooms, and they paid their own way here, as well as the entry fee.
“These European women are no different than Americans. It was important to them to be able to claim their girls fought overseas. They weren’t in the least interested in a win; they both wanted to see their little darling engaged in a fight in which at least one of them was beaten to a pulp, it didn’t matter which. I suppose if we’re going to be called cunts, we have to act like them,” she said with a broad smile.
“I’m sure you’re right,” he smiled back, “but this kind of illicit sport has much more potential than that. We’ll want to break through the current restrictive boundaries, and develop much tougher new standards that will draw in gambling audiences from around the world.
“To make this profitable we need to attract gamblers eager and willing to wager huge sums not only on the success but also on the life of pretty, sexy looking and acting little girls. We can also collect good-looking kids from around the world, as well as from right here at home. I have a business contact who can arrange for that. The possibilities are truly limitless. Can you see the potential?”
Martha nodded, and he could see from her expression that they were on the same page. “Properly produced,” he continued, “I don’t see why the little girls always have to survive. Women can be easily coerced into outrageous propositions, when they get so pumped their judgment is skewed.
“I’m also certain the young mothers who have become fully addicted to the sport can be brought to the point they would put the lives of their young daughters at risk, just for the thrill of it. These cunts get so wound up nothing is too risky, the harsher the better, to bring on a massive orgasm.
“I’ve seen it in their faces. These wealthy young cunts don’t give a shit for the safety of their daughters, they just want to see raw brutality, regardless. These bitches truly lust for violence, and don’t much care which darling little cuntlet is on the receiving end of it.”
His wife smiled. “Once we tried something novel, to deal with getting poop and urine on the carpets. One of our regular host women had bought a charming home with a pool that leaked, and had it torn out. The pool area was surrounded by a flagstone surface, and she covered the filled-in hole with more matching flagstone, creating a very large stone floor.
“The pool was outside, but she had a roof built over it to create a lovely and versatile party space, with temporary walls in case of rainy weather, which also provided some needed privacy. Her husband traveled often, and she now had an ideal place to stage kiddie fights.
“To celebrate the long-awaited completion of the extensive renovations, she put together a special fight card that included some veteran fighters who were older, which meant she expected more severe outcomes, perhaps for one of them to be knocked unconscious.
“For the feature fight, she picked a couple of girls who had been denied access to the fights because of their age, which had made their mothers furious. These kids were already ten, but as a special treat were now given the opportunity to get back into it, and with a vengeance.
“One of these was the ten-year-old Andy, who from the age of five had been a regular, had developed a powerful right hook. When banned from the tea parties, she had fought boys at school, and had remained in condition and used to winning. In this fight she decked her opponent, dislocating the kid’s jaw, but that was not the worst of it.
“The girl she was fighting, another ten-year-old named April, who had not stayed in fighting shape, and was like most girls her age not used to wearing heels. With the heavy blow to the jaw the pretty little cunt couldn’t take it, fell backwards, and went down on the unforgiving flagstone floor hard.
“She not only cracked her skull severely, abut also broke her neck. She was a mess, and we allowed Andy to continue to pound on the downed April, and then got her hands around her neck and choked the downed cuntlet to death to put the pretty little bitch out of her misery.
April’s mother went into orgasm when her kid went down, continuing as the unconscious girl’s head was brutally and severely pounded. Andy loved being able to kill her. You should have seen the look of pleasure on her pretty little face. That was the first death of a fighter ever in the KiddiFight Club, and at the time we were sure it was one more than we needed.
“Thank God one of our members, Helen Regent, had a pistol in her purse. When the mother realized what had happened and was sobbing over the body of her child, Helen put a bullet into the base of the woman’s skull, taking her out as well, without adding her blood to the mess on the floor.
The last thing we needed was to face a punishing lawsuit, costing us millions and ending our sport by making it known to the public. That was not the end of having the kids fight on stone floors, as we realized how much we all loved that violent outcome. Helen’s little pistol was the perfect resolution to a mother regretting allowing her girl into a death fight.”
“That event provided the motivation for us to end Andy as well, so to speak, while providing a needed financial opportunity at the same time, through making another video. We arranged for her to fight an adult, a prisoner, a convicted killer who we arranged temporary leave from the prison especially for Andy’s final event.
“We got her mother holed up in a hotel room, knowing for certain she would be there, by arranging a live feed of her daughter’s fight. It happened, to our benefit, that a terrible gas explosion occurred in the hotel kitchen, just below her room. It was huge, and several floors were destroyed.
“There was little left in the rubble but DNA to identify the body of the mother. Sometimes things happen, and sometimes they happen the way you want them to, precisely where and when you want them to, by special arrangement. Such unfortunate happenings are well worth the extra cost.”
Jackson was impressed with Martha’s capability, learning more about his wife as they spoke. “Sometimes witnessing a violent death can be sexually stimulating,” he added. “My guess is that some of the women in attendance loved it. Did you ever see that charming Honduran Hardball video?” he asked. “The one with the tug of war and the deep spiked pit?”
Before she responded, he added, “That’s the direction we’ll want to go with our productions. We’ll want to stage fully intentional sports kills. Little girls killing other little girls, or experiencing ingeniously designed fatal ‘accidents, fully documented by the cameras for control, followed by wide ranging distribution for profit.”
“We did put that fight staged on the stone floor online,” Martha admitted, “to see what kind of response it brought, although we edited out the killing of kid’s the mother. Helen insisted, because she had been filmed earlier during the fight in that dress, which she thought might be recognized.
“The video of the choking killing by Andy brought us rave reviews. It’s just that the risk in producing such material for distribution and such live shows is too great, and we don’t have unlimited resources. It takes expensive safeguards to create things like that, but there appears to be great demand for fatal events on video and live streaming.
“The demand for live shows and online videos similar to that inspired Honduran deep pit video should be outstanding. Ever since viewing it, I’ve been thinking about variations on that theme that would most certainly be attractive, and completely viable. Did you see it?”
“None of those videos are viewable online,” she said. “I bought and downloaded them, and I’ve stored them on duplicate hard drives. They are not normally available for viewing online, but I have the code, and can access anything I went on that darknet site. Normally they can only be downloaded by very special arrangement, at significant outlay.
“The videos I bought are quite expensive, but I must say are entirely worth the cost. I had an independent computer repair man set up a very secure file storage system for me that is invisible, with the wireless hard drives hidden in another part of the house. Now I have very secure storage for any other such material I download.”
“We’ll have to survey the scope of your videos,” Jackson responded, “and we will want to engage some of their producers to create works for us. I like where they’ve gone with most of their product. I have a virtually limitless tap on lovely little girls we can feature.”
“As you’re aware,” Martha continued, “the videos don’t meet either the age or content standards for websites in almost all countries? Snuff videos are completely illegal everywhere, and those exciting productions that feature the killing of naked little girls are right over the top.”
“But I saw them online,” he said, confused.
“Only the directory is online. The titles are links to the files on some of my hard drives. Yes, I’ve seen them all. I produced several of the shows in the homes where they were made, around the area, and a couple in New York as well. The beatings and rapes of those bound twelve-year-old girls were done in a bar in Queens.”
“Well, aren’t you a cunt, my dear,” he observed.
“I am indeed, my sweet prick,” she said. Where had this woman been all his life? He had married her for her looks and brains, and it didn’t hurt that she also had money. They still engaged in sex once a week, but he had no idea that he had as a partner a kindred spirit.
“I see the business pursuing parallel paths. The mother and daughter parties could continue as they do now, but we take complete control, and institute some necessary changes. The second path would be for much more exotic events, which would be staged at a resort.
“To make a resort work, we’d want to clear half a million every weekend. That should not be too tough to accomplish. I’m thinking a fee of $seven grand per gambler for the weekend, and we pick up transportation costs. That’s calculated on the basis of bringing in one hundred fans for each event.
That’s a reasonable number to target for this kind of special adult entertainment, judging by the high numbers attracted by the D-Ring casinos, and I have ideas on how we can attract the people interested in the minor participation in extreme adult entertainment.
“Add in their gambling, which will be in the range of a million for a weekend, and the videos, and we should be able to clear more than two million a week. Double the flights over Christmas and Easter, and run all week at those times, and we’re close to two hundred million a year. Then we can start to grow the business, and take it to a billion.”
Martha was impressed with her husband’s business acumen. Jackson was a man who saw the big picture, and always thought big. His mind was taking this far beyond what she had envisaged, but she was with him all the way with the excitibg project he proposed.
“I’ve done some research, and know of a resort on a Caribbean island that has a paved airstrip that can take the STOL version of Fokker 70 jet aircraft. The owners have managed it badly, and are looking to sell. I can get them to take a substantial loss just to climb out from under their debt.
“If we had two such aircraft fly in every weekend, on Friday nights, one from Los Angeles via Houston and the other from New York via Atlanta, each in full first class configuration to carry fifty passengers, we could build ourselves a thriving business. We would fly our guests home Sunday evening after supper, and they’d be home in time for bed.”
“And we’d make ourselves a killing,” Martha responded, the pun intended.
“The resort also has a small natural harbor that would be suitable for yachts and supply boats. The place is perfect for what I require. The lodge would satisfy our immediate needs, and we’d have to construct some new facilities as well. There’s lots of quality accommodation already in place.”
“That makes a big difference,” Martha responded. “We’d have to build a holding and training building, add a barn to hold all of the cunts we collect, and we’d have to do some renovations. Once you make the purchase, I can get that underway; plans drawn, contractors engaged, and such.”
Jackson surprised her when he abruptly grabbed a fistful of Martha’s long hair, pulled her out of the chair so that she fell to the floor, and then used her hair as a handle to drag her out of the den and more than a hundred and twenty feet across the party area to a long hallway and into the nearest bedroom.
He threw her onto the round bed, tore off his own clothing and then went after hers, ripping them from her without regard for preserving any of it or for her comfort. In fact he destroyed most of her expensive garments, just to demonstrate his total control over her.
Martha grabbed his cock and balls in a fist and squeezed hard, hurting him, but not squeezing hard enough to diminish the rise of his erection. He flipped her onto her stomach, propped her buttocks in the air, and pressed the broad dry head of his penis against the tiny dry starfish of her rectum.
“Gel,” she gasped under his weight pressing down on her, and looking toward a tube sitting on a side table. The last thing she wanted was a dry penis being thrust into her rectum. She knew it would hurt like hell, and she did not consider herself to be a masochist.
Instead he got up on his knees, spread her buttocks with his hands and spit on her anus. With only his saliva as lubricant, he pressed hard, hurting his penis as much as he hurt her rectum as he forced himself hard against the resistance of her sphincter until he broke through, and plunged his rigid stout erection deep into her.
Martha grunted and squealed out loud in both pain and sexual ecstasy. She had not been anally raped before, and having her husband drive his stout prick into her rectum gave her a thrill she did not expect. The feel of his penis throbbing in his sexual frenzy was something that raised her sexual response.
Her husband had never even hinted at wanting to bugger her. This was new territory for them both. Jackson was treating her like he had never done before. Martha had not before fully understood the degree to which she craved to be completely mastered by her husband.
She knew of and enjoyed her sadistic streak, but she now saw another dimension of her character. She now understood she was primarily a masochist. S&M were companion responses to sex, after all. Being drilled up her ass by a partner was a not a new experience for her, as she did have a few sexual dalliances on the side, but she found the roughness of her husband’s approach very exciting.
Jackson was proving by his actions to be more of a man than she had ever guessed. He was demonstrating a powerful level of forcefulness she had never before seen in him. With this forcefully and aggressively delivered bout of anal sex, he was proving himself to be her master, teaching her all about herself, and she loved it.
THE END OF CHAPTER 30
There are now 30 chapters of this story posted, just a bit under half, and nobody has found it worthy of a comment. If anyone has read the whole posting, I’m sorry to not stimulated you to a response. I’ve decided to post the rest of it on a website where the followers are a bit more interactive.