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Feature Writer: Regis
Feature Title: LAMI PI PRODUCTIONS 41 – 45
Published: 26.03.2024
Lami Pi Productions 41 – 45
CHAPTER 41 – Kiddie Fight Demonstration
Emily, the woman who had spoken, and another woman whom Leanne assumed was Annie, stepped up to the girls, grabbed their hair, and slapped their faces hard, several times. This was completely unexpected behavior by their excited mothers. The explanation Emily made describing its purpose made the rough treatment of the little girls a bit less shocking.
The pretty little nudes squealed when they saw their mothers’ raised hands, screamed when they were struck, and then began to cry while continuing their pulsing shrill screams. The hard slaps had hurt them. The naked kids just stood there, braced with their feet apart and on their tiptoes.
The two children had little idea what was expected of them, or when, or how far they would be allowed to go, but they both continued to cry, not sure what their mothers had hit them for. Both were greatly distressed by all of these strangers watching them, and they forgot they had no clothes on. Neither had ever experienced anything like this before, and both hated it.
At that point, little blonde Junie, overly stressed by the situation her mother had put her in, let go of a gleaming stream of pee, right onto the floor. The people watching at the party, in the background on the video, looked shocked at this release, and then laughed at the child’s sudden surprise but amusing loss of bladder control.
They got it and were momentarily distracted from the fight as they watched with interest as one of the women put a mop to work to clean up the unexpected spill. The novice audience appeared to be pleased by this unscheduled act of evacuation, and they were all eager to see what happened next.
What happened next was better than anything Leanne could wish for. It was going to be a real fight! Junie lifted her gloves, remembering she was supposed to protect herself. Then Tricia suddenly delivered a roundhouse blow that went over the raised arms and caught the startled Junie on the side of her face with a loud smack.
The blow was hard enough that the kid was knocked off her feet, banging her head on the floor as she landed. This enraged Junie, who sprang to her feet and charged at Tricia, with her fists flying wildly. Her gloves mostly struck Tricia’s arms, doing no damage, but she kept it up, hoping to get in a lucky hurtful shot.
She finally did, catching the surprised child with a punch to the upper stomach, and when Trish pitched forward, another well-aimed punch straight at her face caught her square on the nose. Junie was getting the range and catching on. She suddenly realized she had what it took to win this fight, and that insight encouraged her.
In seconds blood appeared, and instead of being concerned, the young, educated middle-class women attending the amateur kiddie fight, most of them mothers of little daughters, became more excited. These pampered young women found sexual stimulation with the sight of the naked children hurting each other so much they drew blood!
The volume of their shouting doubled, and their restraint in the use of language seriously deteriorated at the sight of blood. Both sponsoring mothers were surprised that blood had been drawn, and so early, in their demonstration video fight. That had not been their intent, but they were not in the least concerned with this development.
Once the battle of naked mini-beauties had commenced, the mothers had no interest in stopping it, and instead of pausing the action to attend to Trish’s bleeding nose, they shouted with the rest of the live audience of increasingly obscene and profane words of encouragement for the injured girl to retaliate.
“Don’t let the little cunt get away with that,” Annie shouted at her dazed daughter, “Clobber the stupid little brat!”
“Hit her again, as hard as you fucking can!” Emily shouted at her elated and still sobbing little girl, “She’s a dirty, filthy little cheating bitch! Get her good, again right on that impudent face of hers, and break her fucking nose while the stupid little cunt’s still stunned!”
Annie grinned at her. They were getting into the spirit of it.
“Kick the crying little bitch’s pissy fucking little cunnie!” she retorted.
She ignored the fact that Tricia was also sobbing, her tears streaking her face. The little girls were highly distressed, and their young mothers were elated by the violence they were encouraging, and by how well their daughters were responding to their coaching.
Leanne was certain the child knew exactly what her mother was saying.
“You get her good and hard in the cunt you’re your fucking knee first,” Emily screamed at her daughter, “Smack your foot right up into her cunt so hard your toes go right up inside her, all the way in so your cunt-kick ruins her fucking virginity!”
Tricia did as her mother told her, but not precisely. She liked the feeling of the top of her foot striking the tender warm meat of this strange girl’s exposed cunt, which was swelling from the abuse it was taking. These pretty little girls had never thought of another little girl’s pee pee as something they could hurt, and the concept of kicking and hurting the other girl’s naked cuntlet was intriguing for them.
This was a new exciting idea, and both girls promptly got their bare feet and ramming knees going, viciously kicking between the legs at the naked and exposed pussy of the other little girl as hard as they could. It gave them real a thrill they didn’t understand, but they both loved dishing it out to the other naked child in this novel way.
Leanne’s shock had quickly worn off with the heat of the battle, and she was enjoying the video as it’s violence and intensity increased, as were the others in the room. She noticed two of the women and one of the men were masturbating quietly, and her hand soon found her own love spot and began stroking it, which grew her enjoyment of the fight.
This brutal attention to each other’s groin caused both of the immature little cuntlets to redden, swell and stand open for the delighted audience like the beaks of hungry chicks. Strangely, the more kicking their genitals took, the more the girls spread their legs and thrust their pelvises forward, unintentionally making their swollen little pussies even more vulnerable.
The battling little nudes squealed with delight when they kicked the other’s cunt, and shrieked in distress when a kick landed on their own enlarged cuntlet. The audience loved it, as did Rick’s and Jan’s guests watching the video. This video demonstration was turning out to be more successful than they could ever have hoped.
Leanne wasn’t quite sure what it was about this mini-brutality that turned them on, with the kids hurting each other and screaming for all they were worth. The featuring of the naked little girls’ cuntlets had not been what they had intended, but their swollen pussies were now the center of attention.
She could see this special private sport was a real hit with the women and the men, but she was somewhat distressed to witness the unintentional violence of this outrageous fight between naked little girls, even knowing it was intended to be nothing more than a demonstration.
She could hardly believe the children’s own mothers had put them into the ring against each other, naked, with all the others watching, and making the video recording of it all to share with friends, which was what she was enjoying. It took some kind of spunk for a mother to do something this outrageous with her daughter, and here were two of them doing it.
Leanne had agreed to join these others to watch this obscene video, and although it was something she would never have imagined possible, she realized she was being turned on by the fierce action between the two naked combative toddlers. This was really something special. She was certain nobody here was going to complain to the authorities.
Soon the gloved little fists were active again, and the naked little girls surrounded by shouting women were raining blows on each other with a vengeance. The tight leather gloves prevented the girls from pulling hair or scratching, as they would certainly have done if they could. As she imagined it, Leanne realized how hot that would be, and imagined what it would be like seeing her daughter Lea doing that.
The game little girls put on a great show of kicking, punching, and screaming at each other. Their vocabulary of obscenities was limited, but they did their best with stinking cunt, slut, fucking asshole, motherfucker, tit, and dirty filthy stinking fucking bugger.
These were words and phrases they would have picked up from their parents and from other children in the schoolyard, who would have heard them used by adults and boys from the junior high school next door. The boys liked to impress each other with foul language and regularly did.
The funniest shout from one of the little ones was, “Stick your fucking head back up your momma’s cunt, like you’d never been born!”
Leanne had no idea where a child would hear such a thing, but the image was outrageous, and she was certain the girl knew exactly what she was saying.
She could imagine a naked little girl with her head completely stuffed into her mother’s greatly stretched womb and was startled to notice she felt a growing dampness in her pussy. Could a mother be so cruel to her daughter? The image she created from the obscene suggestion was sufficiently vivid, and her hand got busy again, rapidly rubbing her clit.
The fight, which went on for more than twenty minutes, was finally over when Janie fell for the seventh time and Tricia sat on her, pressing her swollen little cuntlet into her side. This time Janie refused to get up. Tricia pounded her tightly closed little fists into Janie’s head and sides.
Janie’s open cuntlet faced directly at Leanne, who promptly entered the erotic world of an electric orgasm. This was so fucking hot she couldn’t stand it. It was as if someone were tugging at her erect clit. The child’s screams were ear-piercing. Tricia didn’t let up until her mother stepped in.
Emily grabbed the microphone and got in front of the camera again.
“So now you get some idea about how exciting this very special sport can be! No two fights are the same. Weren’t our daughters great? They were amazing for a first fight, for both of them, weren’t they, for not even having any fighting experience.”
She was breathing harder than normal, her eyes were not fully open, and her chest was heaving. Leanne suddenly realized the young mother who hosted the kiddie fight video party was in the middle of experiencing a massive orgasm from watching her daughter getting it on.
Leanne had at first reluctantly joined the other women in the audience in putting her hand to her groin, going up under her skirt to give herself a thorough workout of her own. Others did not notice the rampant orgasm she was experiencing, as they were busy enjoying their own.
“Thanks for watching,” Emily continued. “We love this sport and have tried to duplicate the real thing as well as we can. Minus the electric fence, of course, which also makes things interesting. If you want to be invited to attend a private hot Kid Fight Club party, just contact me. My friends who are showing you this copy of the video know how to reach me.”
Her hand returned to her groin as her eyes closed and her head tilted back. She promptly experienced another spontaneous and compelling orgasm. Having attended only one fight at the time they made the video, it was clear that Emily was deeply committed to the sport.
“I’m only going to send the video to people I’m sure would like to watch seriously enraged little girls, aged from five to seven, giving each other hell in front of an audience! Just let me know and I’ll make sure you get an invitation to attend one. I know you’ll love it.
“Something else you might want to know. Sometimes, to make the fights more interesting, there’s a real mismatch, and it’s on purpose. Really. Like in the second fight we saw at that party an experienced seven-year-old beat the shit out of a five-year-old. Literally; she made the other girl shit. It was a no-diapers nude fight, and the older girl went at it.
“The younger kid was out-classed, and when she had some teeth broken (don’t worry, they were just her baby teeth) she shit on the floor! Amazingly, her mother had entered her kid against an older experienced girl because she wanted her cute little bitch to take a serious beating, wanting to teach her a lesson.
“The adorable little brat got it in spades! I don’t mind seeing my daughter getting her bell rung either. I think having her lose a fight while I’m watching is sexy! She’s my little girl, and I know how much she deserves to get the poop beaten out of her, and I love seeing it!
“It was amazing! It sounds filthy, dropping poop on the floor, but they sprayed some deodorant on her crap right away, and like they all ate tons before a fight to control the smell. We all got off on watching her bum hole spreading and then dropping a couple of stools. It turns out potty training is soon forgotten when little kids are taking a real beating.
“We saw real and undisputable evidence of that! I’m going to for sure enter Tricia in one of the real kiddie fights as soon as I can, and let her do her thing! I’m so excited! I’ll feed her a big breakfast and lunch before we go, so her colon is full, just in case she gets the living shit beat out of her! Wouldn’t that be exciting?
“When I was in grade two a pair of grade three bullies beat me in the playground until I shit my panties. That was so humiliating I snuck my filthy panties into our house and washed them when Mom didn’t know. I learned all about sex when I let two older grade six boys fuck me because they beat up those bullies until they shit in their panties. That felt so good!
“Anyway, we hope you liked watching our daughters fight, and if you liked it, we hope we’ll see you all soon at a real Kid Fight Club nude girl fight party! Guaranteed they’re happening in your area, more often than you might think. Get plugged in by attending one, and you’ll never want to miss another one, ever!”
The video was turned off and the lights came back up. Leanne was sitting there, letting what she had just witnessed sink in.
“I could handle that,” she said to Jan, who was sitting beside her, “I think it would be really exciting to see naked kids fighting up close and personal, really hurting each other right in front of me, but of course, I’d have to get a sitter for Lea.”
“Or you could take her with you,” Jan suggested, “Lea’s a real beauty! And just look at how well her body’s developing. She looks like she’s nearly seven, isn’t she? I’ll bet she’d fool the other mothers, she’s so mature for her age, and I’d also bet she could take care of herself fighting another young girl!”
“Oh God,” Leanne said, “I’d never let her get into a fight and get beaten up. She’s assertive, but she’s no fighter. That’s gross! Lea’s not yet seven years old. I’d think she’d need to be a couple of years older before I’d ever think of letting her get into the ring naked to fight another girl! I think to fight she’d have to hate the other girl, and Lea’s such a sweetheart she’d never hate another girl!”
“I’d predict she knows more about fighting than you’d ever guess,” Jan said, “And she’d probably quickly become a real fan, and likely a pretty good fighter too. Anyway, she’s a beauty, is developing an amazing body, and she does look mature for her age.”
“I told you Lea’s only six.”
“Wow, I’d never have guessed she’s that young. Anyway, that’s the age they start them. If she looks the part she could get in. I don’t know. You could train her to protect herself properly, and if she gets really angry because of a dirty blow by the other girl or something, she might just beat the fucking crap out of her competition.
“Those cute little fists look like they could do some real damage if she wanted them to. And look at that pretty puffy cuntlet on her, with her clit hood already parting the top of her cunnie-slit. That’s a mature look, for a girl her age. Most little girl’s cuntlets are just a slit until they’re well past six.
“My guess is you taught her to rub her puffy little mound to get her clit to develop so quickly. It’s none of my business, of course, but she’s shapely, sexy as shit, and looks ready for the ring. Wouldn’t you love to see the little cunt get it on with another naked kid, pounding her pussy?”
“To tell you a guilty secret,” Leanne confessed. “I did teach her to get enjoyment from her pussy. We watch the gross fights on the darknet late at night, and we watch nude and I’ve taught her to masturbate when it gets really hot, like when they broadcast wicked naked alley fights!
“Like I’m talking real knife fights between naked women! They do cell phone videos of them in the rougher neighborhoods, and put them on the air for people watching the darknet to see! I even let her swear with filthy foul language at the girls on the screen when things get really hot!
“When the women fighting used obscene language, Lea thought it was strange, and so I taught her to swear like a sailor, but only when we were alone, watching the fights. She thought it was really cool to learn to swear like an adult, and I let her, because it gives me a real rush and tingle on my clit when she gets all potty mouth.
“We subscribe to the illegal pay sites where the fighters are always naked, and they let the fights go far past normal, so a girl can keep on punching and kicking her opponent when she’s out cold. In the best fights, the more expensive ones, the girls first get high on speed. They get pumped, and the fights are amazingly violent.
“When the naked young ladies are stoked, the action gets so intense the fighters will sometimes go the whole way! They get so pumped with adrenalin that they just want to keep going, even when the other girl’s been knocked out. They sometimes let them kill each other, just for sport!
“Sometimes they do it, after the winner puts out the other girl’s lights, she keeps on pounding on her head until she kills her! don’t know where they get these girls, or how they get them to do that to each other, but Lea and I love watching those terminal fights on television late at night.”
“My God,” Jan said, “That’s exceptional. Not that many mothers would let their little girl see that kind of thing. I’ve never seen anything like that. That’s so gross that just talking about it you’re making me cum! I can’t think of a better preparation for a child to become a great fighter.
“You must like that kind of thing yourself. Most of the girls in the kiddie fight clubs just learn from watching the other kids. Your little Lea has a great start. After she sent us that video you just saw, we called Emily, and she gave us quite a bit of information about the workings of the Kid Fight Club.
“They only arrange an intentional mismatch when the mothers want it. Some mothers do want to see their kids get beaten good. Most mothers sometimes don’t know they want to see their kids take a beating until they see their naked kid in action at a lady’s afternoon tea party.
“They get the picture when they see naked little girls in the ring pounding on their equally naked opponent. At that point, they get in touch with their inner feelings on the matter. You wouldn’t believe the filthy language they use during fights. Seeing kids get battered makes them want to see the same happen to their daughters.
“Also, I think no matter how bad it looks on the day when they fight, most kids heal well, and in a couple of weeks, the bruises and scratches are all gone. If they get cut or something, it might take a week or two, but then there wouldn’t even be a scar from a bad cut if it got stitched properly.
“Little ones are so resilient. I remember once when my daughter was in a dispute with another girl and I had to pull them apart to get them to stop hitting, my panties got damp. It’s so fucking hot! In a couple of weeks, the insolent little cunts probably don’t even remember being hit and hurt, no matter how much they bleed.
“Kids are tough, particularly little girls, and they love to get it on, particularly if they think they can win. They love to pull hair, give black eyes, and bloody the other girl’s nose. I love watching them get into it. They’re always so fucking optimistic. When they’re fighting they can get enraged, and you wouldn’t believe how cruel they can be to each other! I fucking love it!”
CHAPTER 42 – Helen Hits Her Pace
Once she had taken control of all of the North American Kid Fight Clubs, and introduced her trusted managers in each region to run operations, Helen Regent, in full agreement with Jackson‘s wishes, banned the use of diapers on the kids who fought.
She put in rules requiring all fights to be conducted with the combatants, regardless of their age, fully nude, their pretty little cuntlets on full display always. Muck-collecting covers were no longer permitted to protect expensive carpets, and the kid had to fight fully naked.
Their mothers concurred, as did hostesses, wanting to remain in the prominent positions that role gave them. She also banned any form of boxing glove, which provided unwanted protection from bruises and cuts. Cloth tape was permitted if tightly wrapped because its surface would scrape flesh when applied with a solid punch.
The restriction was that no more than three layers of tape were permitted so that excessive wrapping would not protect either the person struck or the young fist that delivered the damaging punch. Blood needed to be drawn, to add stimulating color and excitement to the fights.
Only rough cloth tape was permitted. The audience would need that, and as Helen well knew, it was all about pleasing the audience. Ring canvas and tarps were no longer permitted to protect expensive carpeting in the hostess’s home. Febreze spray bottles were to be at ringside to absorb unwelcome odor when the little darlings evacuated both liquid and firmer matter in the heat of battle.
All little girls were required to eat a full roll of Tums to quell the production of gas in their guts, primarily Sulphur, which was the prime cause of the offensive smell, so that when they shit under stress, it was much less distasteful. Their piss, shit, and splatters of blood, if they produced them, were all fair game in these private ‘tea party’ fights.
The denial of floor coverings brought some controversy from the hostesses, whose homes were used. To help with this, Helen had contacted a woman who was a kiddie fight fan, whose husband was a scientist at a company that provided protective sprays for fabric.
She discovered they had a new product that would repel stains from urine and moist feces, developed for nursing homes, as well as reduce the penetration and absorption of blood. She made known the name of the product and the distributors where it could be readily picked up. That would have to do.
Helen believed the audience deserved to enjoy seeing kiddie poop being ground into the luxurious floor coverings and to witness the discomfort that misadventure brought to the hostess who would have to clean it. That was a small price to pay for the privilege of hosting.
Women loved having forty or more women to their home for a tea party fight afternoon, particularly the young mothers who were thrilled by the violence their naked little kids were capable of inflicting on each other when everybody present approved, including their mothers.
She began to diversify the events. Her first innovation was to allow men to attend one event each month. Because of the larger audience that drew, private boxing training gyms were used in place of private homes. That gave them the space needed when men were added.
The posts and ropes were removed from the training ring for these events, and the smaller electrified rings that were now a standard part of home kiddie fights replaced them. Soon afterward she began the highly popular mixed audience events, and she discovered one member of her new audience had decided to stage his events.
She made an anonymous tip to the mayor’s office, and they arranged for a police raid on his second naked kiddie fight night. The man who produced the party committed suicide rather than face the publicity of a disgracing trial. That action stopped any kind of unwanted competition.
Her next innovation was to find a very open-minded doctor to make some simple alterations to little girls whose mothers agreed. She found the ideal man in Los Angeles. He did exactly what she wanted, and developed a simple and reversible procedure that was quick and relatively painless.
He laid a naked little girl out on his office examining table, put her to sleep with an inhaler, and made a pair of small slits on her chest into which he inserted thin flexible, and strong plastic bags. He could inject jelled silicone into these, and over two hours he gradually inflate them to gently stretch the little girl’s flexible skin and produce for her a very real-looking pair of adult titties.
To see them was remarkable, because he did this on girls aged from five to seven, much too young to have natural breasts. It made them much more interesting in the fight ring, and offset their round bums beautifully. The day after a girl’s fight, he would simply drain the bags, a procedure which required no anesthesia.
As the girls grew, he could simply add more gel, and when they reached the age of nine and were too old for the kiddie fights, they had the option of removal of the internal bags or replacing them with larger versions, which most chose, giving them substantial gorgeous breasts until they were old enough to grow their tits.
Realizing the potential of this new look, Helen sought out a small company that would make erotic-looking spike-heeled stilettos small enough to be worn by little children. On Jackson’s recommendation, she went to Argentina, where the quality of leather and craftsmanship is superlative.
She found a man who lived in a large dense favela. He was very excited at the opportunity, and she ordered two hundred pairs in a range of small to very small sizes, at the incredible price of ten dollars per pair. Both she and the shoemaker were very happy with their deal.
Seeing the obscene images that lined the walls of his shack, most of them featuring nearly naked little girls, clipped from magazine ads, she brought him a pretty little girl for him to play with, and then left him with the innocent child, to do with as he pleased.
Three weeks later the first twenty pairs of her special sexy adult-style shoes for little girls arrived, of varied sizes as they had agreed, and she was able to start using them for the children to get used to before they had to wear them in the ring as they battled each other.
Their mothers were delighted with how the shoes showed off their daughters’ shapely legs and improved their posture, and worked with their little darlings to get them ready to stand, walk, and fight in their remarkable high heels. They could hardly believe they could get them for only $200 a pair.
She intended to buy the shoes back with a substantial cost reduction, but the mothers were so proud of their little girls that they kept them as outrageous souvenirs. Helen ordered a thousand more, and provided the man another little girl for him to abuse however he wished.
These exquisite new shoes, along with a pair of outsized false eyelashes and the application of bright red lipstick to their lips, nipples, and little cuntlets by their mothers, transformed the pretty little girls from innocent small children to stunning sex objects.
Just the sight of them would elevate any penis or clitoris and pulse of any man or woman worth her salt within viewing distance. Helen had produced another winner.
A tougher innovation was to introduce little boys to the fights. This was a harder sell, but by inviting their mothers to see the little girls fighting, they caught on and were ready to let their boys in the ring. The boys were tougher when they began a fight, particularly when throwing a knock-down punch.
The girls always showed more aggression, the wish to hurt their opponent, and had much more endurance. After a few fights, Helen realized what was missing. The naked little boys were too young; they didn’t have an erection or a decent set of testicles and were incapable of producing semen.
She went to her open-minded doctor in Los Angeles for a solution, and he showed her how simple it was. He inserted soft egg-shaped plastic balls into the scrotum, the kind that some veterinarians will use to give dogs going into the show ring more interesting-looking swinging gonads.
It worked beautifully. The little boy that was tested, who was just seven, was given a set of balls that stretched his sack to the size of a full-grown man’s in heat. When it came time to amend the boy’s penis, he asked Helen what size she wanted. She was surprised at the question.
“What size can you give him?”
“Let’s see what we get,” he replied with a grin.
He used a procedure that is used with men to enhance their erections, a permanent change that involves plastic sleeves inserted along the length of the penis, which is then filled with firm silicone gel. With the right density and pressure, a rigid woody can be easily made that will never deflate.
A visual problem with the resulting erections was easily addressed. The child’s penis was now large and erect, but the glans on the end was it’s original size. The doctor solved that with a series of tiny injections of silicone that expanded and flared the head beautifully.
The surgeon worked and brilliantly sculpted the boy’s glans until it resembled the cock-head of a full-grown circumcised man, fully masturbated and about to ejaculate. The result on the boy was to give him an erection that on a man would measure longer than a woman could take.
The little boy’s penis was as long and as stout as that of a well-endowed male stripper. The new up-thrusting erection looked bizarre on the small child, and Helen couldn’t resist getting onto the table, kneeling panties down and skirt up, to let the little boy mount her.
The child proved to be very adept with his beautiful new sex weapon. He was properly excited to experience full sexual intercourse with a grown-up woman. He pumped rapidly into her, savoring the exciting new feeling of the skin of his enlarged penis sliding against the lining of the big woman’s squeezing cunt.
Helen was disappointed that the rubber testicles the boy had been given could not produce semen, as she loved the feel of hot male spunk jetting against her cervix. The boy’s ample energy made up for his lack of technique and completion capability, and she enjoyed a surprisingly hearty fuck from the eager little lad.
Viagra increased his libido, but did not assist his immature nuts, squeezed in beside the artificial ones, to produce the preferred jets of fresh semen. The kids she needed for the fights were just too young to produce seed, and she’d have to live with that or use older boys for the fights.
She quickly realized the potential of this outstanding hot new development. She could now produce an event in which a boy could fight a girl, completing the bout by mounting the little girl and deflowering her. The women loved to see blood. It would be a kiddie rape done by a kiddie. Helen couldn’t think of anything more delicious.
These alterations to the girls and particularly to the boys were an instant hit, and she had to put her mind to how she would convince a mother to allow a boy with an enlarged penis to steal her daughter’s virginity as part of a fight. That was going to be a real challenge. She decided forgiveness was always easier to get than permission.
She wondered how these greatly enhanced cocks on little boys would work out in the fight ring. Before the impressive penis enlargement, the boys mainly ignored their opponent’s naked genitals, and their primary action was to punch, kick and scratch the other boy.
The enlarged dongs and swinging balls were much more of an attraction, but they took some time to figure out how to work them to advantage. Helen’s first thought would be to make a deal wherein a mixed fight if the girl won, she could suck off and then bite the boy’s cock.
That would be a crowd-pleaser, and an inducement for the girl to fight harder. These combative little girls would much prefer getting her teeth into his thick sausage than having that same flesh weapon rip through her hymen and on into her cunt, coming to a stop only when it painfully rammed against the defeated little girl’s immature uterus.
Then she thought she could allow the girls to give the losing boys a swift kick in the nuts, and then realized they would already have done that more than once in the course of their fights, an extension of the cunt kicking they had done when fighting against girls.
It appeared a vicious bite by the winning girl on the raging cock of the young boy she defeated was probably the solution she was looking for. Helen knew the audience would love it, and in the end, it was all about them. The bite would usually be reparable, so the boys would get to fight again.
Jackson would be thrilled at the innovations she was creating to make him more money. He was giving her free reign, and she appreciated the headroom in developing the domestic operations of Lami Pi Productions. She had big ideas on how to grow her division and was able to get things done the way she envisaged them.
Mothers who refused to let the violence of the fights escalate as their children gained more experience were locked out, and although they could continue to attend events, their kids were denied access to the ring until their mothers took to their senses and relented.
Almost all of these rebellious mothers did, particularly when they saw the raw excitement that came with increasing the violence allowed in the bouts. They realized that their little girls were more accepting of the increased viciousness of the fights, and gave in to the pressure from their girls and the other mothers.
The kiddie fight clubs in every State were growing, thriving, and progressing according to Helen’s plan. New branches sprung up as the afternoon tea events gained popularity and fans. New clubs would begin with tamer events, but would rapidly progress, thanks to the presence of experienced fans who demanded more of the eager yet protective mothers and their little girls.
A common problem erupting across the country was that many kindergarten and elementary school little girls were showing up with black eyes, scabbed noses, and unexplained scratches on their bodies. What made it peculiar was that often there were two in the same school on the same day, and often these were best friends.
Helen had to put in place a policy that healing progressed well before the kids could return to class. That also meant that more kids who were home-schooled were put into violent fights, where such injuries were most likely to occur. That policy caused more of the deeply committed mothers to home-school their daughters. Things were developing beautifully.
CHAPTER 43 – The Lami Pi Organization
Billy Dickster had been handling his friend Jackson Avery’s recruiting division of Lami Pi Productions, a critical part of the operation, for nearly five years, and loved his position. He still procured select human livestock for a set of special clients, but his heart was in the position he held at his friend’s rapidly expanding empire, built around the kiddie fight and violent porn shows for which he did his best work.
His pet project was set up to serve Jackson’s taste for wealthy, educated, and quite young mothers and their little daughters. That was a challenge, but to make it work he set up a dummy development company, building condos for sale, and it brought in the right kind of clientele. If a young family had no kids, the answer to their application was that the development was full.
Billy took names, phone numbers, and addresses for the young couples he turned down, because some of the hot young wives or girlfriends were exactly what he was looking for, and the information would make harvesting them later much easier when he was ready for them. It was very easy work. They had come to him.
His attention was on the young mothers and their daughters, born long before a young girl should be engaged in sexual activity, let alone be born babies. Most of the girls on his list were between seventeen and twenty-one, with the youngest daughters being five years old and the oldest eight.
His motto, written in bold script on the top of the private list for his eye only, read ‘If they’re old enough to bleed, they’re old enough for slaughter.’
He had sold them all units in his luxury retreat; his advertising had been focused on young couples and single mothers with young daughters, rare beautiful girls with wealth to burn. All had inherited vast amounts from their parents or their sugar daddies who had mysteriously died. Billy knew exactly what should be done with their wealth.
The only unusual condition of a sale was that the insurance for the property had to be handled through a single company, one set up specifically to handle insuring new owners of this exclusive condo development. No matter what other insurance broker they favored, the buyers had no choice but to utilize the coverage supplied by Jackson Avery’s company.
Through a series of skillfully crafted paragraphs seemingly unrelated, but with very specific wording, several of the papers in the reams the girls had to sign spelled out that upon their death or disappearance, all of their assets were to go in their entirety to the condominium developer to cover any possible outstanding fees.
Even careful reading would usually not reveal this bizarre condition or its implications, which even if there were only a garbage pick-up fee, their millions of dollars in assets would automatically be assigned to the developer, who in this case was Jackson’s trusted friend Billy.
The mandatory insurance policy was required to complete the property purchase. It authorized the condominium developer to be the sole beneficiary in case of sudden or unexpected death of the buyer. Nobody was keeping track of the number of mysterious disappearances of young mothers and their daughters, and this was a very good thing. For Billy.
That series of clauses covered everything. Jackson’s legal team was very experienced in these matters and provided escape-proof contracts for his many special needs, styled in a way that the buyer would skim by, noticing nothing unusual, and in their excitement at their amazing new possession, was certain to sign.
This simple procedure ensured that any husbands would disappear, and the cunts Billy attracted, along with their charming little daughters, would experience a violent death, naked, humiliated, and grossly abused in ferocious sports designed simply for the entertainment and amusement of jaded wealthy gamblers.
With the ready assistance of his friend Billy, Jackson Avery had produced his private cunt cuntry. The building contractors had been engaged to construct what a trusted architect friend of Jackson’s designed to his specifications. Any specific design features needed to be ambiguous, so that no suspicions would be raised among the workers regarding the intended use of the facilities they would build.
The primary contractor understood by what he was told and by the name on each set of plans that they were creating an equestrian retreat where horses could be cared for and take exercise while under strict quarantine. That explained the development of being on an island.
It also accounted for the need for both an airport for horse owners and a pier where large boats and barges could be docked for offloading horses and supplies. It all made perfect sense. It also accounted for the need for a large barn, and the indoor show ring, where horses could be kept in training for dressage.
The pier had been constructed first, to allow the delivery of thousands of tons of building supplies. Construction had taken just over a year. The contractor and workers were gone, and everything was ready when the first shipment of human livestock arrived.
They were unpacked, unbound, and brought back to be fully alert, and then were readied to be housed in stalls in the new barns. The horse stalls had been adjusted to accommodate humans, to prevent escape, and to allow for bunking, feeding, and toileting of the captive females.
These included little girls, their beautiful young mothers, and the teen girls who would be servants. Mothers and their children were kept in different parts of the large barns, to partially overcome their inconvenient bonding. The male guards wore no pants so that their penises were always ready to service the always-nude mothers.
This was encouraged, to ensure fertile females would rapidly conceive again, to continually feed the supply of human livestock. Giving birth to their girls had proven their fertility, and the young men were charged with impregnating them to increase the population of the herd, for the good of the cause.
With this system in place, nine months after the first arrivals of livestock, a regular supply of newborn sprogs began to drop regularly. Most of the male babies simply disappeared into a deep pit, used also for disposal of kiddie carcasses created in the shows.
The remainder, almost all female, were sent to the nursery where the new mothers, seldom their own, could nurse them. The cycle of life, for most completed in quite a short time, was now underway. The little girls were out of bounds to the eager young guards, who were paid with all the free sex they could handle, of girls twelve or older, except for the virgins, who were kept separate.
If one of the young guards molested an underage child, he was put into the fight ring for a contest that continued until both participants had given up their gonads. The alternative was to take a bullet in the brain or up their ass into their gut pack. None ever took that option.
The “Cocks and balls off” rule was, by necessity, strictly enforced, for any guard stupid enough to get his dick up into the cuntlet of one of the precious little girls. Jackson was putting his early experience with sex shows to good use, remembering the convicts who fought to keep what was called their family jewels.
After an example was made of the first pair of violators, who had used their huge erections to fuck to death a pair of lovely little unprepared five-year-old new arrivals, the rule proved to be an excellent deterrent. Put in the ring, they fought fiercely to take off the other’s sex equipment.
As a complete surprise, the winner had his penis and testicles removed by the show’s MC. It was a truly lose-lose situation for the violators, but a smashing success for the audience who got to enjoy this special production. All of the young fuck-studs were in the audience, to learn the harsh lesson.
If they stuck to fucking girls twelve or older, the island resort’s valid fuckable cunts, due to them being on the brink of or having experienced their first menstruation (they preferred to be called breeders), the little ones remained intact, unless a special cherry-popping show was arranged.
Deflowering little girls in a public show was highly popular, and an excellent source of revenue as well. As many as fifty men would pay two hundred dollars each to watch a naked virgin little girl being violently raped, and having her hymen ripped open by a stud’s huge thrusting penis.
For these a special Super Stud was used, a young man with unusual control of his mammoth erection. The vanity of the adolescent stud was exceeded only by the size of his penis, which he introduced when he appeared before an audience to ply his craft as his sperm whale.
He was capable of coming to the brink of ejaculation and then backing off, repeatedly, until it was time for him to spout his semen in the air in triumphant arching jets. That only happened after the head of his penis had broken into the little vagina of a very young virgin.
CHAPTER 44 – Going All the Way
The audiences brought to the island resort paid the expensive fee to visit for a weekend to witness heinous sexually-oriented acts that could not be found on the mainland. More popular than the fuck and suck shows, which were always available, were the nude fight performances, and the most popular of these featured fighting little girls.
Because of the total privacy of the island, and the fact that none of the visitors knew where they had been taken, there were no restrictions to what they could witness. None at all. Girls experienced skilled adjustment of attitudes and removal of any restraints along with their clothes.
Skilled trainers converted these little girls to fiercely fighting enticing little animals, capable of ferocious cruelty and merciless hurting with no need for any restrictive limits. Ever. They could do whatever they liked to an opponent and were permitted to continue after she gave up.
Sometimes when a child was in the process of defeating her opponent but was too exhausted to provide finishing blows, which would kill the losing cuntlet, a dispatcher would enter the ring, thrust his pistol into the little vagina of the girl not doing well, and for the thrill of the audience, fire a series of special highly destructive bullets into her pulsing little cunt.
Her tender pussy meat made a very effective silencer, reducing the noise of the discharge. The audience loved to see how beautifully the little female form would buck and heave while being violently invaded internally by soft and swelling lead dumdum slugs.
Because she had won, if the other girl was not too badly injured, she would be spared to heal and entertain in another nude fight, either to be killed or, with gained experience, complete a kill of another pretty little girl without the imposed assistance of a dispatcher.
That was the whole purpose of the sport, and all of the captive children had a strong incentive to become a winning athlete. Every time they entered the ring, they knew they were fighting for their lives. That was a strong motivator, and after a win, they would be given a lesser opponent to help build their confidence when they were able to kill the smaller and often younger girl.
There were several guests each weekend who requested access to a little girl of his choice to have his way with her. Usually, conventional sex was of little interest, and their idea of a good time was not always one in the little girl’s interest, or one their little subject would necessarily survive.
Such men or women in fact would only get satisfaction from producing a kill and doing it in a highly sexually stimulating manner. Billy was the one to take care of the special requests, and he was perfect for the job, always selecting just the right little girl for the guest to demolish.
Every weekend he spent time in the lobby and the bar, mixing with guests to discover their passion, and to find how he could ensure they left completely satisfied and sexually satiated. He also spent considerable time mixing with the children, to be able to provide the perfect specimen for the darkest desire.
The senior partner at a major German law firm was a regular guest. Because he preferred helpless victims, he wanted to have only young girls and insisted they be bound so that they could show no resistance. His favorite sport was to strangle the bound child, but not in the traditional manner. His wishes were quite specific.
He was a muscular man and had an impressively imposing penis. As a lawyer, his instinct was to leave as little evidence as possible, and his choice was to not use his hands or a garrote around her neck. He chose instead to choke a girl to death by filling her throat with his penis.
He liked to ejaculate directly into her stomach as she began to die. He would hold their nose tightly to deprive the hapless little cunts of air so that they would suffocate. Their binding ropes limited how much they could struggle, giving him total power over the lovely little ladies.
He was a regular customer because without impunity he could buy pretty little cuntlets to kill here as often as he liked. He liked to work with his knee pressed tightly against their soft little cunt. The cunts of small girls he found to be particularly attractive, and he like tactile pleasure.
There was nothing more satisfying to him than to feel the distress a girl was feeling through the minor movement of her vulva against his knee. He found that using pressure to force the moist little vagina’s vestibule firmly open gave him particular satisfaction.
He knew he would leave an ample supply of his DNA in her throat and gullet, but he was also aware the young girl’s carcass would be discretely turned to ash in the resort’s crematorium as soon as he had finished with her. He had face-fucked a dozen pretty bound naked little girls since the resort opened, and would often return. This was a safe place to practice his unique hobby.
Billy let all clients know that every terminal sport would be recorded, simply to build an inventory record. It was a firm condition of every agreement, and included a commitment that the videos would be used internally only, and would never reveal the face of any client.
This condition was non-negotiable, and the widely varied methods of killing were shown in the rooms, to inspire those needing an idea. Some clients arrived at the remote resort wanting desperately to effect a kill, but having no idea how they wanted to achieve it, so watched the videos to gain inspiration.
Another client, a man Billy knew as Fredrick, was the owner of a national grocery chain, who had started his career as a butcher. He loved butcher knives and had a case of expensive blades he always carried with him, in case of emergency, or more likely opportunity. He was an opportunist and was also very cautious when doing his evil, dastardly deeds.
He traveled extensively throughout the United States. taking care of his business and holdings, and although nobody knew he was the perpetrator, he had earned the name ‘The Kiddie Butcher” for the eviscerated and diced little girl carcasses he left in his wake. He was not a particularly nice man.
A friend who had no idea of his extreme hobby told him of an island resort where children were readily available for sex, including rough, terminal sex, and he had heard that they were also used as entertainment by fighting naked. That idea was new to Frederick but was one he was anxious to explore.
The story seemed improbable, but the friend was planning to go there to see for himself if there were truth to the rumors, and invited Frederick to accompany him for a weekend of sport. Frederick had no idea his long-time friend leaned toward pedophilia, but was interested in seeing what this retreat was all about.
When his guests arrived, Billy took them aside in the lounge to make them feel at home, and the naked little girls who had greeted them at the aircraft now were on their knees between the men’s spread knees. Billy watched with satisfaction as the naked girls, who had discretely opened the men’s pants and were artfully sucking them to full erection, brought looks of pleasure to the men’s faces.
“What can we do to make your weekend memorable?” he asked them. “We have a substantial stable of little girls of several nationalities, all of them beautiful and charming little cunts, from the age of five upward, all of them disposable, and we can accommodate virtually any request to meet your specific needs.”
Frederick was particularly impressed watching the nude little kiddie fights held in the main auditorium that night, and witnessing it for the first time, found it shocking. In the final bout, he saw a nine-year-old Swedish blonde girl kill another girl her age, a remarkably beautiful tan-skinned child from the Philippines.
The Swede had got her beautiful little Asian opponent down, and in an attack on the downed girl’s torso, dropped her bent knees with her full weight repeatedly onto the Philippine girl’s titless chest until the audience could hear ribs crack. This tough little Swedish kid was good!
The naked downed girl pissed a high amber arch as the pouncing continued, until rib splinters penetrated her lungs, and she was unable to draw breath. They were both wearing hiking boots, their only costume, which at the outset they had both used to brutally kick each other.
The Swede watched the prone and writhing Philippine girl breathe her last and then got up and began to kick the dead cunt in the head, damaging the face, fracturing the jaw and finally breaking the dead girl’s neck. This was a tough little cunt, which Frederick found to be an admirable quality.
The next day he met Billy privately, speaking low as his pants displayed a firm erection, and told him he wanted that little Swede from the fight he had watched the previous evening. Billy was pleased he had found what he wanted so easily and made the arrangements.
“I saw from the flight report that you brought along a set of your own weapons,” he said, “I don’t expect I’ll be scheduling the Swedish girl for another fight. Too bad, she’s a real little hellion and gets better with every fight. Will you want to have the feisty little cunt bound?”
“No, but thanks for asking. I like to work freestyle. I won’t require boots on her, either. Just as she arrived from her mother’s womb will be fine, although I like little girls to wear their hair in pigtails. I want to butcher her alive while I fuck the feisty little lady. Will that be a problem?”
“Not in the least. We have special rooms for such work, with tile floors and leather furniture that is easily cleaned up afterward. Live butchering can be pretty messy. You are not the first client to enjoy the feel of a fine butcher knife slicing through the meat of a live screaming little girl.
“I understand you began your career as a butcher. As you know, we have a very permissive attitude toward guests’ wishes here at Lami Pi Productions. If you would like to cut a few chops to enjoy at dinner, the chef will be happy to prepare freshly cut tender little girl meat however you would like it cooked.”
CHAPTER 45 – Coming Aboard
The afternoon tea party with its featured entertainment was more shocking and yet exciting than Leanne could have ever imagined. She had surprised herself by masturbating along with all of the other women in the audience as they shouted their encouragement for the profane punishment of the young girls, and the ferocious bloody battles between those naked little girls took place.
She could hardly believe that both she and Lea had enjoyed watching a man throat-fucking that bad little girl with his huge penis, taking her close to death, and then seeing the other children, stark naked, doing each other harm as they fought each other.
It was incredible to see them naked in the wire-electrified ring, pounding on each other as if nothing else mattered, giving scratches, nosebleeds, and black eyes to the cheering of the audience, all of the naked little girls fighting each other with a passion borne of desperation. Lea loved watching it as much as her mother did.
Soon after she had begun Lea’s home education, Leanne realized it was up to her to educate her daughter about the dangers out there, and thought it would be prudent for Lea to learn to protect herself. The best way she could imagine was to regularly watch wrestling, kickboxing, and the excessive brutality of extreme fighting.
There was plenty of each available on television, including a few specialty pay channels that showed nothing else. Nobody she knew was even aware of the extremely violent fight channels available on the darknet, but she found them, and they watched with growing enthusiasm.
She was pleased that Lea preferred watching the fights to the usual flood of senseless kiddie cartoons. They would watch together, and talk about what they liked. When the child mentioned to her mother’s surprise that she liked to see the fighters being knocked out, Leanne tuned in to the most extreme ring fights she could find.
There were more of these available than she thought if one knew where to look. They both liked the nude fight channels best, and she was surprised there were several of those. It turned out there were a lot of people with a lust for violence with a sexual bent than she had imagined possible.
Leanne soon discovered one channel with the most severe outcomes was where the fight between women was never stopped until one naked competitor was unconscious, a concussion guaranteed, and the referee allowed up to five more vicious damaging punches to the head before finally pulling the victor off.
“Holy fucking jeepers, Mommy, look at that shit-face whore cunt hammer that motherfucking bitch’s big fucking tits!”
This was how Lea expressed herself when her permissive mother allowed this kind of speech. She had learned well and loved to swear like a trouper.
One evening while she and Lea were watching, she noticed that at several points in the program, there was a curious white flash, followed by a very brief title that read simply ‘Pause’. She had seen several of these go by during earlier viewings but assumed they were just static on the channel.
When she was aware of it, she hit the pause button and then backed up. What she found was a single frame that proved to be an instruction sheet on how to access more severe material, what they called their private “outtakes” channel, where the girls damaged each other more.
She subscribed to it for a minimum of six months, and discovered that, as advertised, all of the fights featured were conducted in the nude, with the fighters, both male and female, wearing metal-plated spike-heeled boots. The young competitors were merciless in their kicking, particularly when they got an opponent down.
Some of these fights were between men, and little Lea received a great education watching male members growing from flaccid to full erection, and seeing nude men grasping their opponent’s penis as if trying to rip it off, and in the process forcing his foe to ejaculate.
What was happening was that the man or boy was effectively jacking off his opponent with the action of a pumping fist. Lea had never seen a penis erect, or wildly ejaculating semen, particularly under duress. This was a valuable education, and one not available in elementary schools.
The channel carried both male and female nude extreme fights. They were mostly into female fights, but liked watching the men fighting as well, particularly when the male fighters sported erections they went after, grabbing and punching with a vengeance.
These fights were so ferocious the men had to wear tiny scrotum cans to protect their testicles. They had no way to protect their raging erections, and in every fight, at least one of them was forced to ejaculate by his opponent, and usually, both naked men would cum, to the delight of the viewers.
The best male fights were the feature fight of the program, “The Fight of the Night” in which the scrotum protectors were abandoned so that the men’s testicles were also punched and kicked. When struck hard in the balls, a fighter would bend over in agony, making him extremely vulnerable to a pounding that resulted in a concussion, delighting Lea.
These fights were so severe they usually ended with the loser being hauled out of the ring on a stretcher. When a fighter was knocked out, Lea always lost bladder control and peed with her excitement. That was how true fight fans at her age could respond to that kind of violence.
Leanne bought a doggy bed to put on the floor, for Lea to sit in, where it was safe for her to pee and, in extreme situations, to poop in, without damaging expensive furniture or carpet. They both agreed they liked to watch the female fights best. The doggy bed could be put in the washing machine.
Because they were not in the least legal, the producers allowed fighters in their early teens to participate nude, as long as they had a substantial set of breasts. Lea loved watching girls getting their tits and cunts battered but was most satisfied when a girl was knocked unconscious, and the pounding to her head or kicking to her exposed cunt was allowed to continue.
“I love watching a fucking cunt get her big titties and pussy punched hard, Mommy. Sometimes when a fighter’s on her back with her legs apart and gets punched or kicked hard in her cunt, her tummy bounces like it’s hurting her inside. That’s so fucking fun to watch I feel like I’ve got to take a pee, and sometimes a poop!”
Lea soon had a full understanding of the value of real cock fights, between nude men, not chickens. and the enjoyment people got from watching men attempting to castrate each other, and on the most severe channels, with one usually being successful.
When he had his opponent where he wanted him, the victor would often anally rape the man he had defeated, and pull his penis out of the raped asshole coated in human muck. The loser was then required to clean the cock of his shit with his mouth. It was a standard part of the entirely illegal television program on the dark net.
Sometimes the fights on this channel were between a man and a woman or, on special occasions, mixed teams, and when pitted against a man, the woman usually lost. Her only chance was to drive one of her boots up into the testicles of her opponent, forcing him to bend over in agony, and then finish him by kicking him in the temples.
These nasty fights carried on far beyond the usual ending. In these the referee backed off, allowing a fighter to continue to pound his or her unconscious opponent, giving them brain injuries from which they could never recover. Losers were usually hauled out of the ring, likely to be dispatched and disposed of, but that was pure speculation.
Through exhaustive searching, Leanne found a channel that was even more thrilling. In each three-hour program of extreme fights, at least one fighter was killed outright on the amazing television very expensive pay channel. Leanne and Lea loved to watch the extreme violence, and when they got used to them, could not stop viewing these outrageous and highly illegal fights.
Soon Leanne was hooked and continued to search for more such channels, with even more outrageous action. It took diligence, but they were there and she found them. One of these was a hard-core sex channel in which the sex actions were always violent and non-consensual.
Leanne took the opportunity to educate her little daughter on the real value of women in the sexual world, and they’d cheer when a girl, beaten before her rape, had her head held while one of the actors jetted hot sperm all over her face. After-hours the raw sex channel ran nude fight videos.
Some of the rape videos featured men engaged in anal sex, but most were either uneven matches between two women in which one would brutally fist fuck the other, or were mixed-gender matches in which violent, punishing rape of a young woman was always an integral part.
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One night Leanne awakened to hear sounds downstairs. She went down to find Lea watching a video featuring a crowd in a city street at night. They threw a couple of ropes over a store sign, stripped and raped a pair of teen girls, then tied the ropes around their necks and hauled the naked girls up, kicking but unable to scream.
“This is fucking brutal, Mommy!” Lea told her in her sweet little girl voice.
Leanne sat down on the leather couch beside Lea. Both were naked in the heat of the night, and she pulled her daughter onto her lap. They watched the exciting hanging action of the nude teens together. She loved the velvety softness of her little daughter’s tender yet energetic body, and they often cuddled together. Lea had never seen a hanging before.
As the naked teens hanged, the crowd of young men and women on the screen were drinking and very rowdy. Two of the young girls, a blonde and a brunette, got into a pushing and shoving match. They grabbed at breasts, scratched each other’s faces with their nails, and screamed obscenities.
Those around them pulled them apart, stripped them naked, and handed each of them a baseball bat. The crowd parted to form a large circle around them, eager for them to fight. Both girls were clearly into it and appeared eager to inflict serious damage on each other with the bats.
Without hesitation the two fourteen-year-old nudes began swinging at each other, using their bats to defend from blows as well as to deliver them. The crowd quickly picked sides, cheering on one girl or the other. They pummeled each other’s bodies with telling blows, raising bleeding welts and cracking ribs.
After a surprisingly long and fairly even battle, the blonde took what could easily have been a killing blow to the back of the brunette’s skull, but the brunette swung her head and dropped her shoulder in time to cause the bat to catch the side rather than the back of her head. The blow stunned her and knocked her down.
She twisted just in time to avoid a second crushing blow to the head, and the blonde’s bat came down with such force it broke against the concrete sidewalk. The fallen brunette was on her side, and instinctively twisted and swung her own bat up with all the force she could manage, which proved to be ample.
Her weapon caught her opponent, who was leaning forward, full in the face, driving her nose and eye sockets back into her brain. What an instant before had been a beautiful blonde teen was now faceless raw meat, and dead before her voluptuous naked carcass hit the sidewalk.
The dead blonde girl’s backers were enraged. Three of them had come to rumble and also carried baseball bats. Leanne realized it had to be, but was hard to believe what they were watching was scripted. This was a live-action drama, with the outcome fully intended!
The others in the gang went to work with their bats on the brunette victor’s head, crushing her skull flat, and spreading her brains and gore over the sidewalk. They then went after her bulging breasts, flattening them, breaking more ribs, and completely crushing her chest.
A girl grabbed the broken bat and jammed the jaggedly splintered weapon deep into the dead brunette’s vagina. One of the husky boys applied his bat to the end of it like a big hammer, driving the shattered edges deep into the dead girl’s womb. This was more shocking than anything either of them had seen.
Lea was on her feet and jumping up and down on her toes, shouting encouragement to the girls on the screen. As the girls’ skulls were crushed, the innocent new fan of extreme violence peed herself with a long-sustained stream, wetting the leather couch from her uninhibited excitement. Leanne laughed at her daughter’s indiscretion. Her six-year-old child’s tastes were being rapidly expanded.
THE END OF CHAPTER 45