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Feature Writer: Regis
Feature Title: LAMI PI PRODUCTIONS 46 – 50
Published: 27.03.2024
Lami Pi Productions 46 – 50
CHAPTER 46 – Television Thrills
Leanne set her alarm for 2:45 AM, a very special time on this particular night. At 9:30 PM she turned the air conditioning up, and she and Lea got into her king-size bed to cuddle naked under a thick duvet until they fell asleep. This was going to be a very interesting night for the mother and daughter, and they were excited about what they would see.
When the alarm awakened them Lea was up first, giggling with excitement. She turned on the smart TV and used special codes on her computer her mother had given her to access the online Darknet. Leanne was always on the lookout for new exciting violent sex shows to enjoy with her daughter.
They both loved stretching their experience and range of extreme sexual abuse and lethal viciousness to women. By now almost everything they watched involved the killing of some of the female participants. The violent death of a nude beautiful young woman was always expected. This was the stuff they lived for. They loved it.
Leanne had been browsing the dark net looking for new, more obscene material for them to watch, and had discovered there would be a very special broadcast very late this particular night. It was to be an exceptional showing, one of a kind and one they did not want to miss.
She had arranged to have her computer linked to the television for big-screen viewing by a friendly neighbor. He had given her access to a couple of kiddie porno sites, believing that was okay for a woman, not knowing the extent of the developed tastes of his female friend and her little daughter. Leanne and Lea had darker plans that were none of his business.
They wanted the big screen of the television because they didn’t want to miss fine details of naked females being killed for pure entertainment purposes they might not notice on the smaller computer screen. Their favorite switches were the rewind and zoom buttons.
Leanne made a big batch of popcorn and brought two large bowls to share during what had been advertised only to hardened fans to be an incredibly filthy and lethally violent sex show. Compared to what was promised, the show proved to be much more than what they expected to witness.
When they were settled back in the bed in front of the large screen television, the program they had paid so much to see began with an elegant man in his sixties wearing a tuxedo and tails addressing the television audience. He was polished and skilled as a narrator, unlike the brutish men they usually saw in the dark underground programs they watched.
Leanne put her arm around her daughter’s shoulder and easily reached down to the six-year-old’s bare little cuntlet, which she began to stroke.
“Now that the show’s starting, all normal restrictions are suspended,” she said. In response, the excited Lea gave her a big grin.
This phrase was code for a total waving of any requirement for proper behavior on the part of her child, designed as part of the development of the little girl’s open sexuality, giving Lea free rein to behave and express herself in the most brazenly obscene manner.
Her teen mother Leanne thought was important to help her daughter become less inhibited, and everything she was doing took the little girl in that direction. The child saw and liked things most parents were unaware existed, let alone allowed their small children to see.
“Motherfucking Restrictions suspended,” Lea echoed with a grin.
All sanctions on the use of profanity or erotic behavior not appropriate for a little girl were removed with those words.
“Fucking cunt-pissing hot!” the provocative child proclaimed, having not yet mastered the connection of obscene words and meanings.
Leanne’s fingers stroked the naked warm and moist vagina of her naked little daughter. She loved the feel of her little girl’s pretty cuntlet moistening, gradually swelling and opening for her enjoyment under the stimulating attention of the touch of her attentive fingers.
It reminded her of the feel of her tender sex organ when she had been Lea’s age, and had learned how to masturbate just from experimentation. As a child, she had reveled in the astounding sexual pleasures she had discovered the act of self-gratification brought.
Lea was certain everything was good when she and her nineteen-year-old mother were together watching their favorite sexually violent programs from the Darknet through their smart large-screen television. Everything they did contributed to her very liberal and permissive education as a highly sexual being.
The man on the television addressed the camera.
“How good of you to get up in the middle of the night to join us,” he said.
His accent was cultivated British, and he brought a new level of credibility to the program they were about to watch, knowing it exceeded the boundaries of every society on earth.
“Tonight, three of us attended a gala fundraiser by the Ballet Company, where we identified and invited a voluptuous subject to attend our late after-party to which we also welcome you. We’ve had an eye on this foxy lady for some time, and are satisfied the lovely cunt is perfect for our and your needs.
“She was both gracious and curious enough to agree to come for a visit here tonight. She is in for a delightful surprise, I should say delightful at least for us. We provided her with a limo and chauffeur, and he has brought her here, riding alone in the back while sipping champagne.
“Our woman of choice for tonight is of Germanic blood, and the vivacious young lady has demonstrated to us a wonderful attitude for our purposes: she is quite pleased with herself, is highly aloof, and believes she is superior to everyone else in her presence. That is precisely what we were looking for.
“The limo with the lady we’ve invited to partake in our naughty program has now arrived, and I’d like you to enjoy watching her as she learns she will be participating as the star in a special television show designed exclusively for your entertainment.
“Here comes our selected young woman now. Meet the vibrant, effervescent, stunningly beautiful Miss Marilyn Van der Kleet.”
“Holy cock-sucking shit-kissing motherfucking Jesus,” Lea said, “Look at the big fat titties on that gorgeous ass-kicking cunt!”
Her assessment of the woman’s remarkable assets and appearance was understated. The vivacious young woman was strikingly gorgeous, with an extraordinary figure, featuring an impressive set of exceptional full breasts.
The vibrantly voluptuous Miss Van der Kleet was startled to be facing not only several large television cameras but also a small and enthusiastic audience dressed in formal wear, seated in armchairs, placed in a semi-circle. These people had paid an astounding fifty grand per seat to attend.
Leanne knew the price of attending in person from the online notice she had received. Attending the event had been an option, she could easily afford, but she found the timing was inconvenient, and the stopper for her was that no children would be allowed to attend the live event.
The vain young German aristocrat Miss Marilyn Van der Kleet began by flashing a sanctimonious smirk, and then, as what she was seeing began to sink in, she started to turn away, about to flee. A small gasp escaped her brightly painted lips briefly as the limo chauffeur who had brought her into the room grasped her securely by her wrists.
He held them in a firm grip behind her back, taking control of her, and preventing her escape. His grasp of her wrists behind her back forced her extensive bosom to bulge, revealing more of her outstanding breasts. Her legs were apart, braced, which forced her tight skirt to sit even tighter.
Her obvious vanity and what she saw were in conflict, and worst of all, she had no idea what was happening. All she knew was that it was a total surprise, did not look good for her, and that she wanted to be anywhere but where she now found herself.
“Wow, is she ever stinking pretty,” Lea said, “She looks super sexy with her hair up like that, showing us the length of her slender neck. So are we going to watch them kill that pretty cunt-bitch, Mommy?” She wiggled her hips, moving her moist little vagina against her young mother’s fingers, “We need to get our money’s worth, don’t we? We’re going to watch that lovely bitch lady die!”
“I sure hope so,” Leanne responded, “After what I paid for us to see this.”
The highly restricted program had cost her fifty grand in advance and was available only to a relatively small group of specialty customers who had proven their extreme taste and reliability with the purchase of several other of the production company’s erotic live snuff programs.
This one production would gross $2.5 million, with $2.45 million of that as profit. Attending people would bring that to nearly $3 million. Leanne did the math and realized how much she wanted into this business. She was building her knowledge from the bottom, but was making connections, and had set the direction she wanted to take. She was a winner, always had been, and knew where she was going and how she was going to get there.
On the screen, a beautiful beige-skinned woman, the product of both black and white genes commonly called a mulatto, common in the Caribbean islands where the Spanish had left their genes, strode onto the small stage. The combination had velvety skin, large breasts, and excellent figures.
She was a stunning cunt, with the poise, stature, and experience to make the most of her striking nudity. Her facial expression, posture, and demeanor spoke to her being a total Dom, which she quickly proved to be. This woman was an absolute cunt.
She was wearing only spike heels and a highly constraining black girdle that squeezed her waist to an impossibly narrow diameter but hid nothing of her over-size bosom or the fully revealed split bulge of her cleanly shaved pubic mound. “This one’s a stunning cunt, about to do a cunning stunt!” Lea said.
“Ladies and Gentlemen,” the host proclaimed, “And of course any children whose permissive broad-minded parents may have allowed you to get up in the middle of the night to watch our show with them,” Lea felt acknowledged, “I want you to meet Sabrina, my capable mulatto cunt assistant in our erotic enterprise tonight.”
The nude bitch curtsied.
“You will notice from her exposed vagina,” he continued,” That she is fully primed for the stimulating action that is about to follow!”
He was referring to her open and dripping sex organ, having moments before accommodated a large and cleated warm-up dildo, now sitting moist on a table beside her.
Her erect clitoris, the size of the last joint of her little finger, was standing impudently upward from under its fleshy hood, pierced with a gold ring, its flared head painted with bright red lipstick that matched that on her lips as if challenging anyone to fuck her.
Sabrina carried in her hands an incredibly sexy pair of heels and a small black velvet bag. She set them down on the table, first withdrawing a small knife from the bag. She held the deeply dipping and cleavage-revealing top of Miss Van der Kleet’s gown. Pulling it severely downward, she put pressure on the young woman’s large breasts to bulge the shapely orbs obscenely.
She used the sharp blade to slice through it, lowering the dip of the gown right down to reveal the subject lady’s tiny puff of pubic hair above her simple and minimal bright red G string. The string was truly a string, hiding nothing. This was a woman who probably used her sexuality to seduce men and tease them with her erotic clothing.
Four inches further, she sliced through the hem of the luxurious garment, opening her entire front. Sabrina threw the expensive but now destroyed costume to the floor and then pushed the tip of the blade under the side of the young white woman’s G-string. Marilyn screamed, recognizing her new situation was turning incredibly serious.
With a flick of the gorgeous mulatto’s wrist the waist string parted, and the G-string fell one of the shapely legs of the gorgeous owner to the floor.
“Fucking poop that’s hot!” Lea shouted as she joined her mother in rubbing her little clit, which was developing to maturity well ahead of schedule because of frequent masturbation.
“Mommy,” she said, “Look at that filthy bitch’s big fucking cunt!”
“That’s a serious female organ,” her mother agreed, “I hope they’re going make her piss herself!”
“I want to see that vain fucking bitch pee,” Lea agreed, “I wanna see that cunt, who thinks she’s so much better than any of us, be made so terrified she takes a fucking pee-pee right there in front of everyone on the fucking stage! Wouldn’t that teach her who she is? This is so shit and piss fucking hot!”
“Save your best language for the best action,” Leanne advised her daughter.
There was no sense in blowing her growing filthy lewd vocabulary on the basic action. There was much more to come, and her little daughter would want to have fresh profane filth to spew as she watched the action develop.
Lea jumped off the bed and went to a dresser drawer where her mother stored their sex toys. She brought out a long curved red plastic dildo, with an identical penis head on each end. Leanne had the sex toy custom made, with one half narrower for the tiny rectum of her daughter, and the other custom fit to her anus.
Lea got back up onto the bed on her tummy and thrust her bare buttocks in the air, her knees spread. From her mother’s point of view, this was the child’s sexiest presentation of her naked assets, giving full view of her bare cuntlet and her pretty anus in the wide hollow between her spread buttocks. Lea was total eye candy.
“Spit on it, Mommy,” she said, with the tone of an equal, and her mother dutifully complied.
Lea pressed the now moistened head of the dildo against her tight little rectum, and with a firm twisting action managed to get the end to spread open her rear entrance to begin to admit it.
“I love my bum fucker dildo, Mommy,” she squealed in delight, “Why don’t you get the other end into you, and we can ride it together!”
With no further encouragement, Leanne got onto her knees, spit on the other end of the sex toy, turned her back on her insolent child, and inserted it into her rectum.
They began rocking their hips, and the mother-daughter pair gave each other a stimulating ass fuck as they watched the unfolding snuff video on the screen. It was amazing and still exciting to have no restrictions to what they could do in the privacy of their large private condo.
Chapter 47 – Creative Binding
While the naked Lea and Leanne humped back to back, giving each other a deep butt-fuck on their special double dildo, they watched the screen as Sabrina took a small white tube from the black bag and lifted one of the now-naked Miss Van der Kleet’s gorgeous legs.
The chauffeur held his captive’s elbows tight together behind her back, which proved to be an effective method of restraint. The corseted mulatto removed one of the anxious, twisting, and struggling young woman’s red four-inch heels, took the small lid off the tube and put it to work.
It contained crazy glue. She put a large drop on the bottom of each pretty toe, put more on the ball of Marilyn’s beautiful shapely foot, and spread a large gob on the bottom of her heel. Then she took one of the black six-inch spikes and put it onto the bound woman’s barefoot, quickly cementing it in place as the glue dried in seconds.
She then repeated the action with Miss Van der Kleet’s other foot, and just that quickly the gorgeous white bitch was permanently hoofed in shockingly sexy footwear. The new shoes with the extra high heels had a spectacular effect on her posture and appearance. She would never have bought them, but they were perfect for her.
Her beautiful feet were severely arched, her knees pushed back and her buttocks thrust backward, which caused her back to arch inward and her large full breasts to bulge out more than ever. The captive Miss Van der Kleet was proving to be a highly sexual being as her evil captors made the most of her magnificent body.
“Wow, Mommy, those are sexy shit fucking shoes that sweaty stinking cunt’s got on now! Look at the way the vain cunt is wearing them!”
This was the first time Lea had used the word ‘vain’, proving she was becoming even more aware of what was going on.
“She’s hot as Hell,” Leanne replied. “Which where I expect this vain cunt is going to end up tonight, she’s taking a crotch rocket straight to hell, it’s just that we’re just not yet sure how. One thing I know for sure is that this Lucifer-inspired special show is going to be fucking good!”
The gorgeous nude mulatto Sabrina stepped off the stage, and immediately returned carrying an eight-foot long two-inch thick pipe, and set one end into a hole on the prepared stage, standing the pipe upright. From the upper end dangled a pair of cuffs. The chauffeur lifted his captive’s arms over her head and locked a slender wrist into each cuff.
This position of her arms caused Marilyn’s large breasts to stand out even more, and point with their firm agitated erect nipples brazenly at those in the small audience in attendance. The naked Miss Van der Kleet continued to scream at the growing desperation of her situation.
The gorgeous young woman who had accepted the invitation to attend an Opera after-party had no idea what was in store for her, but now she was certain it would not be to her liking. She was being openly displayed to an audience and big television cameras like a pig!
Leanne and Lea were getting quite excited as the interesting situation continued to develop, and once she was cuffed, were now certain Marilyn would not leave the show alive. They had seen enough restrained women being butchered alive to know this was where things were headed.
Once more the crazy glue was put to work. This time her feet were lifted one at a time and the clear gel was applied to the small soles of her spikes and the base of each heel. Twisting and screaming were the only ways the beautiful young captive could express her distain for her situation.
Her feet were spread and positioned well ahead of her, causing her to bend her knees and severely arch her feet as one by one the shoes were glued with the same crazy glue to the floor, three feet apart and with each foot two feet in front of her, leaving her knees well spread.
She had to slump as she hung by her wrists, with her back arched and her groin rotated, presenting her gaping cunt to the appreciative audience. The gorgeous young cunt was theirs. They owned the bound bitch, and had paid to watch as she was going to die to entertain them.
The mulatto replaced the tube of glue in the black velvet bag and took it with her as she and the chauffer left the stage, leaving Miss Marilyn Van der Kleet strung up and spread nude, writhing and bucking her hips in a desperate and useless attempt to escape the humiliating display of her nakedness.
Unintentionally her desperate struggles increased the obscene eroticism of her profane presentation. The beautiful young woman was all tits and cunt. The audience was absorbed by her creative restraint and her ongoing if useless struggles. Miss Marilyn Van der Kleet was a cunt worth watching, and the naked aristocratic woman gave them a show they would long remember.
They allowed her to continue her obscene dance alone on the stage before the fascinated audience. Her voice was now raw from continued screaming, but she persisted in expressing her shocking terror. She rapidly bucked her hips as if fucking an invisible insatiable lover. Lea loved it.
“Fucking shit that cunt is fucking hot!” she proclaimed.
Lea and Leanne were deeply engrossed in their mutual and passionate butt-fuck on their double dildo, until at last they pulled off, wanting to not miss any of the excitement on their big television screen. Not knowing when the climax was coming, they wanted to enjoy while they didn’t want to be distracted by their passion.
Before they had gone to bed mother and daughter had cleaned their colons, a regular procedure for the two before a session of unbridled sex, but that had been four hours ago, and with digested food slowly moving into their colons, both left some brown streaks on the dildo.
Lea wiped the soiled sex toy clean with Kleenex, washed it with the alcohol they kept in the toy drawer for that purpose, put it away, and then returned to share her mother’s bed.
“Look at her big cunt opening up,” the child observed. “She looks sexy heaving, twisting, and bucking her hips with her shaved cunt with that little puff of tight curls on top. I love watching her bare naked like that, being all distressed and scared, strung up with her big tits pointing out and her hips humping so wildly like that.
“Look at her, Mommy, the pretty rich-bitch looks like she’s fucking something, and she’s so afraid now that her open cunt’s dripping like crazy! She doesn’t even know what to be afraid of yet! Oh look, now she’s starting to take a pee-pee, right there in front of everybody! Fear-pissing like that’s sexy, isn’t it!”
The child accelerated her masturbation with her little hand on her engorged cuntlet, and Leanne removed her hand to give all the attention of her busy fingers to her vagina. When they watched programs on the dark net together they always put their hands to work masturbating, enjoying mother-daughter intimacy as few others did.
When the steaming amber stream from Marilyn’s cunt at last diminished and then stopped, the mulatto returned to the stage, her huge brown breasts swinging, with her hand in the hand of a small naked very pretty Oriental girl who appeared to be just a bit past Lea’s age. For some reason, it was difficult for an Occidental to guess the age of an Oriental.
Like all female performers, the naked little girl wore perfectly fitting spike heels that arched her feet and thrust her tight little bum most provocatively. These were, however, different than any Leanne had ever seen. They forced the child to walk on pointe, with molded metal holding her tiny feet in place, with a slender spike heel on the front instead of the back to help provide balance.
These outrageous spike heels had a remarkable effect on the sexual appearance of the nude seven-year-old child. They acted as tiny stilts. She looked spectacular. A makeup artist had applied a small flesh-colored fabric patch over the little girl’s vagina so skillfully to hide it that she appeared to be gender-free, like Minnie Mouse.
Sabrina the mulatto spoke for the first time.
“Ladies and gentlemen, both here and at home, meet our special guest, Miss Li Chink. She is our youngest master of martial arts and has also learned the fine art of fighting dirty, cheating at every turn, with her only goal to do maximum damage.
“The spicy little darling has proven incapable of feeling guilt or remorse. She is a true fighter, with no sense of right or wrong, and with absolutely no moral compass. She is, to be precise, perfectly suited for our nefarious sports. Li Chink is a perfect child prodigy, with all of the talent we could wish for.”
The tan nude woman put a pair of tight-fitting beige leather gloves on the little girl, with a rough surface capable of doing bruising and scraping damage to whatever she hit. Sabrina stepped aside after pointing to Marilyn’s fully displayed groin. The child stepped back, her metal pointe shoes clacking on the stage with each tiny step.
Li Chink went to work on her well-restrained human target immediately, not only pounding her fists into the bound nude woman’s fear-spreading cunt, but also delivering additional hard blows by kicking the woman’s defenseless cunt with her metal-clad feet. She was proving to be quite proficient in her outrageous footwear.
After giving Marilyn’s vagina a severe pounding with both fists and feet, she moved in close and startled most by thrusting her right fist into the young woman’s swollen and battered vagina, pushing her fist in until the stretched mouth of the bitch’s cunt gripped her halfway up her forearm.
Li Chink wrapped her left arm around Miss Van der Kleet’s waist to hold her steady as well as brace herself, and then she inserted and began a rapid pounding with her right fist inside the screaming woman’s vagina, hammering it brutally against the invaded bitch’s uterus at the back of her arm-gripping fuck-tube. This was a true monster fist fuck.
“Holy fucking jeepers,” Lea burst out, “look at that, Mom, she’s deep fist-fucking that woman’ cunt! Look at her pounding that big bitch right up inside her! That’s got to fucking hurt a lot! A fucking lot, I’ll bet! When she’s done, I bet the cunt can’t ever have babies!”
Leanne was not missing a thing on their big-screen television. Marilyn was experiencing extreme physical pain throughout her entire reproductive system. Her uterus was bouncing wildly inside her with each blow, and with such intensity that her fallopian tubes and ovarian ligaments were flapping her ovaries with wild abandon inside her, shaking them so hard they were in danger of detaching.
No man was equipped with a penis that could deliver to a woman such a brutal fuck, although many tried. The naked Chinese kid’s slender arm was the thickness of a large prick and was doing a job no man could achieve even with the thickest longest and most powerful of pricks.
With the strength and punching skills of the well-trained and experienced little girl, her tight little fist driven to a rapid pounding by her aggressive mind was proving to be the perfect weapon for this kind of incredible sexual abuse of a faultlessly bound and displayed naked woman. Leanne and Lea doubled the tempo of their masturbation at the sight.
Sabrina had picked up a buggy whip and was now lashing it up under the bouncing bare buttocks and down across the pair of fully presented breasts of the tortured Marilyn, raising firm welts so severe that where they crossed the skin broke and droplets of blood leaked out.
It was not for this that Miss Marilyn Van der Kleet had dressed this evening. Fully naked in front of the TV cameras and the sadistic audience, with her arms raised to the wrist cuffs from which they were suspended, and her feet securely glued inside the insanely high-heeled shoes she wore.
These bizarrely sexy shoes were firmly and solidly cemented to the floor, and she was perfectly bound and exposed for this horrific internal beating she was enduring in the depths of her cunt, for the amusement of her enthralled audience of sadists. The naked little Chink kid was having a ball.
The unfortunate captive bitch was so distressed that she was over-arching her glued feet in the spike-heeled shoes, and the sexual stimulation of the scene was so amplified that men in the audience had to pull their penises free of their pants to ejaculate into the air, not into their tuxedos.
Leanne and Lea could imagine the aroma of the fresh warm semen they saw spurting on screen. They loved the fragrance of freshly spilled cum, and without a guy in their lives, only got to smell it when Leanne entertained a sex partner for a hookup and allowed Lea to watch, and maybe have her little pussy kissed by the male while he fucked her mom.
In false modesty, Lea would put on an indiscrete pair of open-crotch panties, the kind made for child prostitutes, just to get the guy going. Once after the guy had pulled his prick out of her, her mother let Lea take the still-spurting male organ into her mouth. Lea then surprised her mother by swallowing the jetting cum. Her little daughter was highly sexualized.
At last, the child Li Chink pulled her now bloody glove out of the bound woman’s tortured vagina, and she stood again in her extreme metal-tipped ballet-like shoes, breathing hard from the heavy exertion of the extremely violent fist fuck she had so effectively delivered.
Now that the bound bitch’s severely battered cunt was free of the child’s arm, Sabrina took advantage of the opportunity and put the buggy whip to work once more flailing the superbly swollen female organ. This grossly obscene TV show was mostly about cunt, and that suited the engrossed Leanne and Lea just fine.
From the relentlessly intense screaming, Marilyn had damaged her vocal cords to the extent she could no longer produce more than a rasping gurgling sound. Each blow of the whip on her sex lips and pubic mound brought a squeal, but she was now incapable of generating any volume.
“Mommy, this is way more exciting than the fucking ally knife fights we watched before! I mean I like them a lot, with naked ladies getting stabbed and dying and shit, but they were just naked cunts going after each other with knives. This is so much eviller and cunt-wrenching, isn’t it?
“My cuntlet isn’t little anymore, is it Mommy, and it’s damp! I can’t wait to see what this beautiful bitch finally does to get herself killed for us! This is so fucking exciting I’m going to have to take a pee again. At least I don’t have to take a stinking shit, right here in our fucking bed!”
Sabrina at last put the whip aside and instructed little Li Chink to spread her legs. What was this about? Reaching back to near the child’s rectum, the naked but corseted mulatto grasped a small flap, suddenly ripped the material forward, and broke the glue holding it in place, bringing a sharp squeal from the child, and at last exposing the pretty little Oriental girl’s pretty cuntlet.
The makeup artist had painted the child’s hidden vagina lips red, as she had her mouth and nipples, and the crowd was delighted with the beautiful organ revelation. The child now appeared to be doubly naked, which was not lost on the audience present or the much larger television audience.
The cameras were positioned to provide ample close-up images of every enticing detail. Lea squealed with surprise and delight when Sabrina handed her Oriental mini-fight specialist a small sword. It had a handle long enough for her to grasp it in both fists.
The three-inch wide double-edged blade was fourteen inches long. A close-up shot of the edge revealed it was exceedingly sharp. This was a weapon intended for killing, and it was about to be put to work. Along the heinous weapon’s length was engraved the word ‘Cunt-Probe’.
This label made its intended use abundantly clear. This was how the gorgeous captive cunt was going to die. The handle of the sword was fitted with a large hilt to protect the diminutive user’s fists if she were to engage in a sword fight with someone similarly armed.
In this case, a real sword fight was highly unlikely. A fair fight between two similarly armed combatants would not be taking place tonight, as the naked child Li Chink’s opponent for this event was an aristocratic woman strung up nude, her naked female parts fully exposed.
With her glued shoes and wrist cuffs spreading her arms and legs, the unfortunate young German woman was unable to defend herself. Miss Marilyn Van der Kleet was now in for a very rough ride, with any chance of her survival completely out of the question.
Without prompting, the small sword with the very sharp double-edged blade was put into inhuman action. Li Chink swung the small but deadly weapon up at the underside of Marilyn’s large and bulging breasts. The effect proved the sharpness of the blade, and how well it did its job in the experienced child’s hands.
A series of deep groves were quickly sliced through the underside of the shapely young woman’s fatty tit-meat. The deep slashes were nearly parallel, all of them below nipple level. Then with a pair of surprise rapid swipes of the blade, she decapitated the firm erect nipples.
Blood trickled from the mutilated mammaries, splashing onto the stage between her spread legs when the pretty little Oriental nude changed her target. Without warning, she moved the tip of the bloodied blade to between Marilyn’s vagina lips and began to slowly push it gradually into the fist-abused vagina.
The audience was silent as they watched what appeared to be the little girl moving toward the killing thrust. The assault was unfolding with a desperately slow pace, in a display of sadistic restraint from the naked chink child. At her tender age, she was already an experienced cunt killer and knew how to please an audience.
“Holy fucking shit,” Lea proclaimed, “The mother-fucking chink girl is going to give the beautiful bare-naked lady a brutal mother-fucking sword fuck with that Cunt Probe, right up her fucking cunt, and I hope well past! It’s long enough that she could get it up into the bitch’s fucking guts!”
Now the outrageously abhorrent language from her daughter was completely appropriate. Lea accurately described what was happening on screen, the reason they had got up at this crazy hour of the night. This was a show to end all shows and one they would never forget.
The action had hit a low point far beyond what either had ever seen before. Little Lea was so struck by the depravity of what she was seeing that the child’s passion got the better of her. Without warning, as she had threatened to do earlier, the excited naked little girl pissed a streaming golden arch in her Mother’s bed.
Leanne saw what she did, but her eyes were glued to the high-resolution image on the big screen television.
“Look, Lea, it’s getting better!”
It was. Now Li Chink began to press harder, driving the sword continually deeper into the obscenely displayed bound bitch’s vagina until the hilt of the weapon pressed hard against the clit and lips of the nude Germanic woman’s invaded cunt.
When the blade’s entire fourteen-inch length was fully seated, clearly having penetrated the cervix and uterus of the tortured young aristocratic German lady, Li Chink let go of the weapon’s large handle, which now looked like an obscene penis poking out of Marilyn’s sword-stuffed cunt.
Lea rolled over, lying face up, invitingly, Leanne straddled her, and the teenage mother began to piss on her daughter.
“I need to replace this mattress anyway,” she said to explain her lack of bladder control.
Lea giggled with the flow of warm urine that was liberally coating her.
She and her mother had never before engaged in golden showers. This was proving to be a very special intimate night of excitement for them both. They were pushing their boundaries, and having a lot of fun in the process. They both reveled in the obscenity of the night.
As they continued, Lea rolled over between her mother’s legs so that she rested on her tummy, facing the screen to not miss any action, and Leanne continued to pee on her, now onto the depressed curve of her child’s back. She lowered her groin so that her vagina pressed against Lea’s warm flesh, the vagina lips spreading over the issue of her cunt, both child and urine.
Another delighted squeal from Lea announced Li Chink had grasped the sword’s handle in both small gloved fists and was now plunging it in repeatedly, dicing the reproductive organs inside her bound victim. Although she had already done extreme damage, the little chink girl kept up her work, because the naked body responded to every thrust.
Miss Marilyn Van der Kleet’s uterus, bladder, lower intestine, and several other organs were sliced and diced by the deadly and brutally inhuman internal attack by the ferocious little Chinese girl. Despite that, the chink child was determined to continue until required to stop. She thoroughly enjoyed butchering the woman from the inside.
The Oriental child on the screen, in the heat of her passion for the destruction of flesh, was permitted to continue her aggressive assault long after her bound nude subject was deceased. The young German woman’s body continued to buck with the action. Leanne and Lea could see the little Chinese girl’s innate passion for killing was insatiable.
The special dark net program had gone exactly as intended. The design and planning were perfect, and the grossly obscene performance had been pulled off spectacularly. The outrageous seven-year-old chink phenomenon had, for the enjoyment of her live and television audience, killed yet another worthless vain woman.
Leanne and Lea, thoroughly soaked in pee from their ongoing golden showers, got into the shower to clean up. They did this often, and when they were together under the flow of warm water, they would finger fuck each other for fun. It was a sport they both enjoyed, for different reasons.
Leanne had taught her daughter to get her small fist right into her womb, and to extend the middle finger, to give her a tough internal finger fuck through her cervix right into her uterus. Now Lea did this automatically, reaching into her nineteen-year-old mother’s vagina, thrusting her hand into her the full depth, and finding her cervix with the extended finger.
On special nights like tonight, she would use her index finger as well, giving the tiny cervix a double finger fuck, which always made her mother scream, in both pain and profound sexual ecstasy. It was the least she could do for the grown-up girl, who allowed her to do so much more than other girls.
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In another city, two men, friends and one in the employ of the other, were watching the same private program, and enjoying its creative approach to an organized snuff.
“Holy fuck” said Billy, “That chink kid’s fucking the creatively bound woman to death with that wonderful little Cunt-Probe sword. The bitch is so creatively constrained and presented. The whole thing’s fucking brilliant!”
“Amazing,” said Jackson, “That was very creative, and also well conceived and executed. I need you to find and buy us that production unit, and be sure to hire the deranged producer of this program. To save time and the chance of us getting ripped off, I think the owners need to die, and we can add their snuff video company to our unit.
“In particular, I’d like to get hold of that pretty little chink kid. She’s the kind of kid we don’t need to develop since she’s already there. Somehow she’s become a particularly evil little motherfucker. When you get her, let’s see if we can find her mother.
“Wouldn’t it be outstanding to have her do that to the cunt of her mother? We could use any chink young woman the right age, for that matter, but it would be special if we had her real mother for the kid to fuck with that special little sword. We’ve got several Oriental kids in the stable now, and I’m pretty sure that little cuntlet will fit right in.”
“I’ll get on it,” Billy responded, “Should be a piece of cake. Once we have the unit, the company, and the kid, it shouldn’t be too tough to trace back to find where they got her and identify her mother. She may even be keeping the kid in her care. If she’s alive, we’ll get her.
“I agree, it would be spectacular if we could arrange to have the kid sword fuck her mother. We’d make her into a true motherfucker!”
“The perfectly offensive little chink’s perfect for what we’re going to be doing,” Jackson said, “That trollop is a real hot little scrapper with no conscience worth a shit, a cute little cuntlet, and she looks amazing bare naked in those fucking shockingly extreme ballet heels. We’ve also got to get the designer and maker of those outrageously sexy shoes.
“From the looks of it, that evil kid’s a natural motherfucker, so to speak, with no qualms or conscience, she’s a real fucking psycho, schizo or whatever. I very much doubt that little chink cuntlet would have any qualms about sword fucking the bitch that whelped her, like going right back up the fuck hole she originally came from.
“I’m certain that my connections can deliver, and we can get her into our stable of young cunts with no difficulty. The way she acts, we’ll probably have to keep her in isolation for the protection of the other fucking kids! That malicious little cunt’s a real piece of work. Anyway, I should have a deal sewn up by next week.”
“And see if you can collar the colored bitch, Sabrina,” Jackson added, “That well-built and mal-intentioned mulatto. She could be a great contributor to our programs as well, and if she has any kind of imagination, create some outrageous new events for us. That milk chocolate bitch is a highly sexualized cunt, and even if she’s nothing but a fucking decoration, I like the cut of her jib.”
CHAPTER 48 – Presenting an Opportunity
Lea was very excited to be naked with the other little girls brought in to witness a real live girl fight live, with girls her age, instead of just watching it happen on television. It had been an amazing experience, and she thought she’d like to have seen more damage done, and she told her mother so. It seemed a waste to stop the fights so soon.
Leanne had been pleased to see that, standing apart with the other little girls who had been brought to watch, all of them naked to become used to it. Lea had like most of the others stood high up on her little tiptoes as she watched in excitement what unfolded, and she squealed and shrieked in raw unbridled excitement with each telling blow.
She screeched out in absolute joy, in time with the girls in the ring being struck, as the fighting little girls, her age and as naked as she was, rose high up on their tiptoes, and cheered them on as they passionately punched each other on the face or chest, and sometimes kicked their foe directly on the cunt, and did it as hard as possible.
Lea laughed when a girl who took a telling blow to her tummy pooped on the carpet and then accidentally stepped in it. Leanne’s amazing daughter had thought scat was funny for as long as she could remember. She remembered the kid as early as the age of two, sitting on her potty giggling, which said she was producing her shit.
It had taken much longer than most kids for Lea to be properly housebroken, and she reveled in ignoring the restraints of her hard-learned potty training at opportune moments. For her pooping was fun, and particularly fun to be doing it where and when she should not, in front of company.
She still liked to tease her mother by pulling down her panties around her ankles, raising her skirt, and doing a squat over the tile floor in the kitchen whenever a friend dropped over for coffee, groaning loudly and chuckling as she produced a firm stool, and then stopping to admire the logs she laid.
Leanne’s way of dealing with that kind of behavior was to feed the kid a roll of Rolaids every morning with her breakfast. The women would laugh at how cute a small child behaving so nastily could be. Leanne wasn’t certain if she was raising a free spirit or a scat freak.
The precocious child was in perfect control of her anus, and in full control of when and where she took a shit to amuse her mother and her mother’s friends. Thank God for the Rolaids. Leanne decided it was too cute a habit for her to attempt to break. She thought it was cute for her child to shock her friends with her outrageous acts.
This kind of prank was fun for the newly liberated mother and daughter, and they loved to shock Leanne’s friends with a sudden poop and pee show. There was always a mop and pail of warm soapy water handy. That was necessary with a child who would shit on cue to amuse her mother’s friends.
At the tea party fights the aerosol deodorant Febreze was used extensively throughout the bouts, as the traumatized little girls frequently peed and even shit while being hit, and there would be a major cleanup required when everyone had left, to remove ugly stains and restore the expensive carpet to its natural luster.
This first fight party they had attended had been particularly brutal. Leanne was convinced the little boxing gloves hid a set of brass knuckles. There was easily as much blood as poop and pee was staining the carpet, which she was told had a special coating sprayed onto it to make it easier for the hostess to clean when the event was over.
She and Lea had loved it and were very glad they’d been invited. This was incredible, and she was very interested in seeing more. Much more. Lea was as excited as her Mom about what they had witnessed and looked like she was anxious to get into the ring herself.
As everyone was departing, Leanne and four other young women and their daughters were invited by their hostess to stay behind and to go downstairs into home’s the family room. It was large and equally opulent, with a sixty-five-inch 4K television mounted on one wall. Five women without children were already down there, all of them seated, waiting for them.
One of these was Ms. Helen, who had been introduced upstairs as the CEO of American KidFight Club, a wholly owned affiliate of a company called Lami Pi Productions. Ms. Helen was a very attractive woman, older than most of the others, but she was in incredibly good shape, with an impressive figure for a woman of any age.
She wore a frock that was cut a full eighteen inches above her knees, providing a great view of her outstanding legs. The top was cut low and provided lift to her substantial breasts where it was needed, giving her exceptional cleavage. From behind the smooth skin of her back well below the top of her buttocks cleavage, as well as at the base of her flawless buttocks was in full sight as her skirt was pulled up as she sat.
Leanne had noticed her hands stroking the buttocks of several of the other women as she moved among the all-female crowd throughout the afternoon’s exciting fight card. Ms. Helen also displayed a sharp eye for the cute naked kiddies in the ring, openly admiring their fully displayed little cuntlets as well as the punishing damage they managed to inflict on each other.
Playing on the screen was the action they had just witnessed upstairs. The monetary value of the fights went far beyond what was collected as admission from those who attended. Leanne correctly assumed these fights featuring naked little girls were put onto Internet pay sites for what had to be huge profits.
These naughty and deceptively simple afternoon ‘tea parties’ were part of what had to be a big business network. She was looking in from the outside but was finding her way inside more quickly than she thought possible. How big could this business be, and how far did these people allow this erotic violence to go?
Her first hint had been the monstrous throat fuck given that pretty little girl as punishment at the beginning of the bizarre afternoon’s unusual entertainment. If they would come that close to horror before a fairly new audience, would they go the whole way and allow an actual killing in front of a much more experienced, demanding, and jaded audience?
“Mommy,” Lea said as they had walked down the stairs,” would you let me be naked in the ring, and hit other little girls hard, like to hurt them and everything like we saw those other kids doing, maybe even giving one of them a concussion?”
“Would you like to do something mean like that to other girls?”
“Not to any girls I liked, unless they wanted to fight too, but I don’t even know the other girls here, and I think it would be okay, if I was asked to do it, as long as you didn’t mind, and said it was okay. That pretty dark-haired girl looks like she could use a punch in the nose to straighten her out.”
“Did you like the fights you saw upstairs, with the little girls hitting each other while being bare naked like that in front of everybody?”
“They were pretty cool, ‘especially when they socked each other. It’s too bad none of them got knocked out. That one girl with the dark hair was so nasty I’d like really to buck her teeth in if I had the chance! And punch her on the nose to make it bleed, and kick her on her fat cunnie too, to see if I could make it bleed!”
“I’ve never seen you get into a fight with other girls,” Leanne said, “I thought you were just a fan.”
“I’ve never had a chance to fight other kids, because you never let me out of your sight. I know that when you and your friends are doing some hot adult things and putting us kids in a bedroom, there are always hidden cameras so you can watch us, so we perform for them and you.”
“We’re just keeping track of you, to make sure none of you gets into trouble,” her mother said defensively.
“If you’d let me do it,” Lea continued, “I could fight with some of the girls here. They’re not that great. It would be cool if we could get bare-naked and I could be one to get into the ring so I could fight them! I’d love to give a couple of them a concussion, and I know I could do it.”
“We’ll see,” Leanne said, thinking how much she would enjoy watching Lea get it on with another naked child.
She’d had no idea Lea was interested in being a participant. All she knew was how much her child liked watching her violent fights between a pair of naked females, even death fights.
Just then their hostess got everyone’s attention.
“You’ve met Ms. Helen,” the hostess said to them, “This is Angel, Melody, Sarah, and Rachel. They are four of the local ‘tea party’ for fighting little girls organizers here in Atlanta. They’ve all come up through the system as kiddie fighters.”
Sarah was the oldest at fifty-five. She was Angel’s mother and is forty-two. She is Melody’s grandmother, who’s twenty-nine, Rachel’s great-grandmother. Rachel’s seventeen. They had all been kiddie fighters, and Rachel’s five-year-old was the youngest cuntlet fighting in the current ‘tea party’ system.
They had all given birth in their early teens and had entered their children at very early ages. Leanne realized if their granddaughters were old enough to be active, they and their daughters must all have begun their pregnancies as young as she had been. It seemed that early teen pregnancy was not as uncommon as she had thought. She did the math.
These ladies had to have become pregnant no later than the age of fourteen, and some younger. Although it had been a pain being under the control of Mr. Meanguy, her parent’s lawyer, she thought being a swell belly at her age was cool, and drew her a lot of welcome attention in grade six.
“You were invited here tonight,” the hostess said, “Because you each have a daughter who is just the right age to get started in our naughty private sport, which has taken years to develop, and we would like to know if each of you is interested to have her become involved in our special sport.
“You’ve seen a pretty good example of what our fights are like. This is fairly typical of our sport across the Nation. There are hundreds of clubs in cities everywhere in which little girls are welcome to fight to earn points. I can assure you once they get the hang of it your daughters will love it.”
Leanne was now certain that was true, certainly for Lea.
“We don’t want to put any pressure on you, of course, but if your daughters are going to have a chance, all five of them are the perfect age to get started.”
She glanced at the novice young mothers, and as she made eye contact with each, they nodded. It was not so much by agreement as wanting not to stand out as a dissenter.
“Girls do love to get into aggressive competition, and this is the perfect outlet for their innate lust for friendly hostility, and one their mothers can enjoy too. In my experience young mothers love to see their little daughters getting it on in the ring, naked as the day they were born, whacking another kid where she thinks she needs it.
“We’ve noticed that several of the mothers of little kids have expressed some interest in getting themselves involved as well, and we’re developing some new directions to allow the mothers the chance to settle some differences in an organized fashion and to do so safely, without repercussions.
“After all, a young woman can’t just haul off and slug another young woman or someone she doesn’t like on the street, at the mall, or at a party, can she? She’s got to be able to do it satisfyingly, with both of them nude, with their friends and observers backing the one they want to win. Wouldn’t that be exciting?
“We all know that when a girl grows up she doesn’t lose her competitive instinct. We present great opportunities for little girls, and now we’re exploring doing the same for young ladies, to have the opportunity to release those feelings of frustration and even hate in a way that will make their point in a safe environment.
“As you know, given the opportunity as we are now doing, it is perfectly natural for little girls to be as aggressive as they wish, with no negative repercussions. They love to impose their will on others, and there is no more direct way to do so than to hurt another little girl as much as they want, with complete permission and encouragement.
“A swift punch in the nose, giving a black eye, or delivering a knee slammed hard into another girl’s unprotected bare cunt, particularly delivered repeatedly to another little girl who might someday become competition, is very rewarding for aggressive little girls. Opportunities like this are one of life’s sparse rewards.”
“Today we’re offering you a chance to get your capable young daughter involved in a sport where she can let herself go, and do it without the nuisance of working her way up through a series of boring junior bouts in private homes. She could easily get stalled there by a couple of lucky blows, restricting her career and advancement.
“At our private Lami Pi retreat there is no risk of a law enforcement raid, as it is located on an island, completely private and free of any type of outside interference. What happens on the island stays on the island, with no exception, giving us free rein on what kind of events we produce, or how far they go.
“Gamblers are always well vetted and then specially invited, and are brought to our island retreat by our corporate jets, and so have no idea where the island is located. Even if one or two of them get disgruntled with one of your children’s behavior, they can’t cause us any trouble.
“At the retreat, there will be professional gamblers cheering your daughter on as she shows her combative prowess. You’ll be thrilled to see her doing her very best to please you and to satisfy her lust for hurting her opponent. It’s designed as a win-win situation!
CHAPTER 49 – Chance of a Lifetime
This was a big step that was being asked of their daughters, and their mothers would want to be sure their daughters would like to take part. Leanne knew Lea loved to watch girls fight, and that she was in particular turned on by the concept of a fighter being given a concussion.
She knew what that meant, and was excited whenever she saw a knockout in a TV fight. “A concussion, Mommy, a concussion!” she’d shout, and the naked child would jump up and down enthusiastically, her little stimulated cuntlet opening and closing with each landing.
She loved to watch boxing and extreme kickboxing on TV, because of the punitive objective: on the dark net site, she got to see naked men or women, and even naked little girls, legally beating each other unconscious, then continuing to kick and punch their downed opponent.
The fighters weren’t naked on the main channels, but Leanne had found on cable private pay channels where nude fighters, both male and female got it on, often drew blood, and regularly produced violent knockouts. Lea loved to watch the nude fighters, the ladies with their tits bouncing and the men with their erections bobbing and their balls swinging and particularly liked to see them bleed and lie on the canvas unconscious.
She had rationalized that the more her child knew of the dark side of real life, the better she would be equipped to defend herself if and when it became necessary. She was happy that Lea was as stirred as she was by the incredible violence these channels carried.
It was in this thought pattern that she began to explore deeply hidden channels, with very expensive encryption codes which could be purchased. Cost meant nothing to Leanne, with her enormous income, and when they got used to the extreme physical violence, she and Lea would sit with a big bowl of popcorn to watch the Mafia-run ultimate fight shows.
These programs featured extreme violence, in which naked young people involuntarily sacrificed their lives for the entertainment of the thousands of buyers of the live-streaming or replayed videos, which were huge money-makers for the mob.
Leanne wondered if she and Lea could ever actually attend the making of these to see them live, to be in the audience as the fights were recorded. Within a couple of weeks, they had both become hooked on a show called simply Ultimate Alley Fighters. It was extremely violent.
A section of an alley was blocked off for “construction”, and in each corner of the sixty- by twenty-foot blocked-off section was a carefully disguised heavy iron cage, placed to provide great camera angles while providing necessary protection for the cameramen and soundmen.
These fights usually featured a pair of naked wiry and tanned young Hispanic women, often in their mid-twenties, wearing either heels or canvas sneakers, and each girl was armed with a knife. The fights were fast, furious, bloody, and filthy. The contestants appeared to be high on speed, and the fight lasted at most only a few minutes.
These incredibly vicious and intense knife fights ended only when one of the girls was unable to get up, and was usually dead. The slain young woman lay where she fell, in a pool of blood, and another, younger girl was then thrown into the space, also naked and armed with a knife.
The action was always extreme and extremely fast, as the nude girls were forced to desperately fight for their lives with vicious knives. When the second fight resulted in another killing, it was followed immediately by a third, a fourth, and so on. Each time a new girl was added, with the pile of dead nude female carcasses growing.
The new girl who entered each time was always younger, until at the end of the show an hour long, the last young naked girl put into the fight space was no more than ten years old, and sometimes only eight. The producers of the shows observed no restrictions on age.
Lea and Leanne screamed in unison with each exciting stab and slash and shrieked with delight with each exciting bitch kill. They had both quickly become hardened death-fight fans. At the end of the show, there was just one girl, always a small youngster, left standing,
A man came into the enclosed space carrying a large pistol, his exposed erect penis spurting cum, and pump half a dozen bullets into the winner. He would also go around the space and pump a bullet or two into any bitch carcasses still twitching. It was a lose-lose show, and the final dispatch of the dying was a feature part of it.
Her subscription cost Leanne $1,500 per episode, and she was happy to pay it because this was the real deal, and what she and her daughter got off on. She saw it as good value for her and a valuable part of her little daughter’s education, helping to make the child worldly wise.
It was amazing to Leanne how young children grasped the nuances of severe injury, and found the idea attractive. Leanne wondered if Lea would like to cause another girl to become unconscious, or perhaps even kill her. As she thought about it, she was certain she would. Her daughter shared her penchant for violence. Lea was a latent combatant.
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Leanne had watched with interest her daughter getting excited upstairs during the fights they witnessed, standing up on tiptoe as she saw girls her age pounding and scratching each other, causing bleeding. Lea would frequently pee with excitement, and her mother always made her stand on the hardwood floor whenever she peed.
The violence the naked little girls did to each other excited Leanne as well, and her cunt was always raw from constant masturbation. She was glad Lea also displayed some sexual excitement at the unbridled violence in the ring. Bloody noses, split lips, bleeding cunts, and cracked ribs were all part of the business, and the kids would all heal well.
“You’ve noticed we only enter little girls who have an outgoing and aggressive personality,” Ms. Helen said, “Also, we insist all of the little girls taking part in our sport be flawlessly beautiful. Since the girls in our sport will always fight naked, we need to know in advance that they are in every regard, so to speak, physically flawless.
“The audience doesn’t wish to be distracted by any kind of physical deformity whatsoever, including ugly scars and distracting birthmarks. If your daughters are going to be considered to participate in our sport, we need to have them undress, to show us they are comfortable in the buff.
“We also have to be confident the little girls who will take part in our activities have no serious blemishes or birthmarks, which would disqualify them. Further, we want to be sure they are competitive, and will be so in the ring when our customers expect it of them.”
Leanne smiled. Lea was a show-off, an exhibitionist who loved to be seen naked. Her precocious child glanced at her and began to undress. She removed her shoes and sox, and like the tease she was, pulled off her panties before she removed her skirt. Her blouse came last so that she finally stood before the women who would judge her completely naked.
Lea had noticed the girls whom she had seen fighting had been up on their tiptoes, straining the entire time they were on display, and she stood high on her tiptoes, flaunting her perfect naked form, including her shapely strained legs and feet, the seated women.
The other four girls were soon also naked, and following Lea’s lead, they also stood as high as they could reach on their tiptoes, looking alert and ready. Watching her with a smile, Leanne realized how sexy her little daughter was. She was already a winner.
“You look so charming, young ladies,” Ms. Helen told them, “Now I have a lovely little surprise for you. I want your mothers to help you with this,” she picked up a small plastic pail of sliced hot red peppers, “This is to wake up your little cunnie and make it glow and stand open.
“It will sting a little bit at first, but if you endure, you will start to enjoy the warm tingle after a while. It only stings a bit when it’s being applied, but then it makes your cunnie swell open with red edges along it so that your cuntlet begins to look a lot more like the recently fucked cunt on big girls. Isn’t that special?
“The juice of the hot red pepper is an excellent stimulant to make the display of a little girl’s pretty pert vagina much more attractive and interesting, especially when it makes it swell open. Your mother will be careful not to make it hurt too much, but you want the audience to enjoy your hot sexual appearance as much as possible, don’t you, girls.”
The naked little girls squealed at the sting as the pepper acid was applied, but seeing the others were all getting the same treatment, none of them complained. As much as it stung going on, it soon became bearable, as Ms. Helen had said, and they all felt they were braver for having endured it.
One of the pretty little girls, wanting to perfectly mimic what she had seen of the children fighting in the ring upstairs, did a partial squat. She demonstrated she had no sense of propriety by pointing her bum at the seated ladies, and as her pale starfish rectum slowly spread she produced a firm stool, demonstrating she could shit in public just as well as any of those fighting girls.
This performance brought a broad smile from the women who decided she was a likely prospect for their sport. The girl’s embarrassed mother promptly got some tissues to wipe her little girl’s bottom and clean up the solid mess her daughter had produced on the hardwood floor. Grossly embarrassed, the young woman promptly took the fistful of Kleenex to the washroom for disposal.
Ms. Helen lifted a three-foot-long narrow leather case from the floor beside her lounge chair, opened it, and removed half a dozen tightly woven leather riding crops, each with a leather flesh-slapping pad on the end. She lifted one and asked one of the nude little girls to approach her.
She instructed the girl to spread her feet, slightly bend her knees, rotate her pelvis forward, and rise as high as she could on her toes. This would fully present her pepper-swollen little cuntlet to the woman with the nasty little whip. The girl giggled nervously, certain about what her swollen little cuntlet should receive.
She was going to get a brisk cunnie smack with the whip! She and her friends did something like this at home, slapping their bared bums and cunnies with the family strap when they played house with the dirty laundry down in her mother’s basement. That was in secret, but this was with big people watching!
When the grinning girl had complied with her instructions, Ms. Helen used the crop to slap up between the impudent little girl’s lean-spread legs and strike the child’s pepper-flared pubic mound. The nervous little girl giggled again at the strange feeling of flat leather striking her exposed little hot pepper-opened vagina.
The blow was just a demonstration and was not hard enough to hurt her. It was simply to show the children what was possible with these delightful little weapons. The girl yelped, but the smile did not leave her face. As a reward for her taking the crack to her pepper-swollen cuntlet, the enthusiastic little nude was given the whip.
The child swung the tightly woven crop through the air to experience its feel in her hand, and repeating the swing more rapidly she was thrilled at the whistle as it cut swiftly through the air. This preliminary exercise was repeated with each child.
Soon all five of the naked little girls had felt the slap of the leather pad on the end of the small whip against her liberally peppered vagina. These were delicate blows, but the unnatural treatment of their pussies caused the pretty little cuntlets to gradually swell open.
When all of them had been struck a couple of times, the blows were enough that their delicate inner lips and their vestibules, most of them virgins, spread so they were now all revealed, peaked by the delicate fold of the hood of their tiny clitoris. The children were excited to have this kind of treatment done to them, with their mother’s consent.
“You all have lovely genitals,” Ms. Helen said, using a word none of them had previously heard, “Now I want you to show us how well you can both use and take the whips. I want you to do what I did to you to each other, but I want you to show us all how hard you can swing your whips.
“I need you to aim at, another girl’s cunnie, and see if you can make her scream! I need to let you know that it’s okay to hurt her, and we expect you to do that. Swing your whips at her cuntlet as hard as you can, and don’t hide your cunnie from the whips. I want to hear everyone screaming. After all, that’s what this is all about.”
Leanne and the other young mothers were startled at this new direction. Having the girls hurt each other seemed to be a perfectly natural, logical progression, and they understood that this was what it was all about, but it seemed a waste of Lea’s and the other girls’ natural talent to have them perform with a whip and without a ring or a full audience.
It also seemed to Leanne and the others that what was being asked of their children was more advanced than what they had witnessed upstairs in the ring. None of these young mothers had considered the use of weapons by their daughters, and they struggled to keep from intervening.
The little girls tentatively swung their whips, bringing them up between each others’ spread legs as Ms. Helen had done to them, but as they repeated the blows without any of the adults present intervening, they continued to do so with growing and then reckless enthusiasm.
The exciting game of cruel cunnie whipping was quickly escalating, further exciting the willingly participating little girls. They were beside themselves that not only this important woman but also all of their mothers would allow them to use these leather whips.
It was particularly exciting that they were allowed to strike other naked little girls, hurting them as much as they could, something they had been trained all their lives to avoid doing. This was special! They all looked to see if their mother had an objection, and none of them did.
As they saw and heard the stimulating effect of the smacking of raw leather on naked pussy-flesh, they began using steadily increasing vigor and squealed with pleasure with each blow of the whips, both given and taken. This was something their moms would never allow them to do at home, and probably not understand.
Now their moms were watching approvingly as they slammed the whips up at the fully exposed pee pee of the other naked girls. This was so exciting they stood up on their tiptoes and squealed with delight as they sought revenge for a blow to their stinging cuntlet.
The results of what they were doing to each other with mounting enthusiasm were much more effective than Ms. Helen’s gentle strokes with the whip had been on the first girl, and soon the pleasure was augmented with undisguised vindictive aggression.
They were all being hurt and were intentionally hurting each other in their most private place, which was no longer in the least private. This was more daring than anything they had ever been able to do, and they couldn’t believe their mothers were encouraging them to do more.
All of the girls were now screaming at the sharp pain that came with the landing of each stinging blow of the woven and dried leather to their tender pussies, and as a result, in unbridled retribution, they were all striking the genitals of the other little girls as hard as they could. They couldn’t believe they were allowed to do this!
This was a game more naughty and exciting than any they had ever played before. Getting smacked on the cunnie hurt, and they squealed in agony with each landed blow, but they loved being allowed and even expected to do this, and the pain was all worth it.
Under the increasing severity of the punishment their naked little cuntlets received, the delicate female organs were all responding appropriately, opening much wider, further exposing the slender inner lips, and causing them to redden and swell significantly. Leanne couldn’t believe how turned on she was watching the naked little girls smacking each other on the cuntlet.
The children whacked at will at each other with vicious blows, to hurt the others as much as possible as they delivered seething punishment with a sense of growing excitement. They couldn’t believe their Moms would let them do this, but they were watching, and a couple of mothers were even cheering them on.
Lea suddenly broke the pattern and smacked her whip not at the cuntlet but instead across the small of the back of the girl next to her, who produced a piercing scream, and she followed it with a rapid blow across the base of the girl’s buttocks. The struck girl’s screams redoubled, and in seconds all of the little girls were slashing their neighbors everywhere at will.
Three of the little girls in the whip fight were so excited at the violent activity that they were permitted to take part in one by one the insolent little scallywags peed on the floor. Lea was one of the two children who were sufficiently composed to maintain urinary continence, but even they were on the brink of letting loose, awaiting their time.
Both girls would descend to the same level when they thought they were permitted to do whatever they wished to others without any form of adult control. It appeared the mothers of these two had done their jobs as moms well, and it seemed the kids holding back their pee were still restrained to some degree by the level of training they had received.
Both of these pretty little girls had been given total freedom to piss or even poop whenever and wherever they wished, just to shock their mothers’ friends, partly because they were judicious in picking their time. Lea had never been under a high level of constraint and never felt the need to hold back when she wanted to shock others. She knew the value of timing.
The watching women, including the girls’ mothers, were getting very turned on by what they were watching, when Ms. Helen suddenly stepped in when Lea struck one of the other girls hard across the face, bringing a particularly sharp scream. She had intentionally gone far beyond what was asked by the women judging them.
“I think we’ve learned what we came to see,” Ms. Helen said, “We should save the more serious and interesting hurting of each other for the fight ring, and to entertain an appreciative live audience with your aggression toward each other! Return the whips, please.”
At that point, the two who had held back spread their legs, facing the watching judges and pissed insolently on the floor in a display of total control. Lea and the other girl wanted the four ladies, four generations of fighters, to understand this was a game they loved and were ready to go fully into, including spraying streams of their piss on the floor.
CHAPTER 50 – And What About Mom?
The whips were taken from the girls and put back in their leather carrying use case another day.
“I must say I am very impressed with the performance of these lovely children,” Ms. Helen said, “And with the potential they all displayed to us this afternoon. That was a fine demonstration of capability and attitude, and I must confess, it honestly got my sexual juices flowing.
“All of them have proven their capability to both give and take, as we expect of all participants in our sport, in addition to looking and acting as sexy as any woman could want. I would say without exception these girls are all eligible to perform in our KidFight Club fights, should their mothers, of course, so approve.”
The mature woman speaking stood in the middle of the room as the girls were moved to the side. One hip was thrust to the side as she struck a very sexy pose, Her hands were on her hips in a confrontational stance, and her remarkable bare legs looked even more impressive in her spike-heel stilettos now that she was standing.
Leanne hoped to God she looked as good as Ms. Helen when she reached that age. The woman had said the performance by the children had made her hot. Gleaming drops of her cunt’s moisture were dripping at intervals from beneath the imposing woman’s short skirt, clearly emanating from her enflamed vagina.
She was just not wearing any panties or a bra. From beneath her short-skirted dress, her unrestrained cunt was splashing droplets of her woman’s moisture one at a time on the floor. It was apparent she had found the violent whip demonstration by the naked children both very sexy and sexually stimulating. This Ms. Helen was a cunt to reckon with.
“And now, what about the mothers?” she asked, “We would like to see what some of you have to offer. As you can imagine, a mother’s attitude is every bit as important as is her daughter’s, particularly where being intentionally hurtful to another is involved, which is, of course, at the core and the very nature of our naughty sport.”
The young mothers looked at each other in disbelief. “WTF?!” was what their eyes said. One of them voiced it …
“What the Fuck?”
None of them had come here to get it on with each other. They were all strangers, here to witness the kiddie fights, and had brought their daughters on the off chance they might like to audition. The little girls had already outdone themselves.
None of the mothers was a fighter, and there was no way they would get naked and whip each other as a demonstration, as their daughters had been obliged to do. Leanne found the concept of fighting another woman exciting, but she was not going to be the first to act. She would see what the others were willing to do.
“We want a couple of you to show us what you’re made of,” Ms. Helen explained, “As a nice little surprise, we have arranged to have a draw, in which two of you new mothers will be able to demonstrate your skill in whatever nude combat form pleases you.
“If your name is drawn, you will get naked, and then you may engage in punching, hair pulling, wrestling, elbowing, kneeing, choking, biting, or whatever other form of competition you might like to use to bring your adversary to submission, which is the objective of this exercise.
“Only permanently scarring her, gouging her eyes, and killing her are out of bounds. After all, we don’t want to damage or waste a life on an audience who have not paid to attend.”
Surely that was a joke, Leanne thought.
“I’m sure,” Ms. Helen continued, “You will understand my orders and comply completely with these purposefully imposed restrictions. Rather than keep you all in suspense, let’s get at it and see which of you won the draw!”
Ms. Helen reached into a small pocket on her frock and drew out a single piece of paper. Leanne couldn’t fathom how names on a single piece of paper could constitute a fair draw. The fix was on. Ms. Helen looked directly at one of the novice mothers. It was obvious she was working hard to make this appear to be a dramatic moment.
“Our two winners this afternoon are the mother of the girl who had her face whipped, Edie,” she paused briefly for effect, and then scanning the others, brought her gaze directly to Leanne.
She winked, with her head in a position only Leanne could see that eye.
“And the gorgeous young mother of that dirty little brat Lea, who whipped Edie’s innocent daughter on the face, Leanne!”
Leanne blanched. What were they expected to do? Surely she would not be asked to get naked and fight the other young woman, as Ms. Helen had proposed. That would be just too bizarre. This was supposed to be a test of the little girls, not their mothers.
Her understanding was that it was all about kiddie fighting, not mother fighting. What the fuck was going on, and what would they demand of her?
“We need you two young ladies to get your dresses off; you can keep your shoes on, to enhance your posture, and we’ll need you both to show us some attitude. We need to know you will fully support your daughters when they are required to fight. The best way I can think of is for the two of you to fight each other. Won’t this be fun!”
“I’m going to have to have to leave now,” said the beautiful and well-endowed Edie.
“And so am I,” Leanne echoed, “Where are all the children’s clothes?”
“Oh, my dear ladies, you don’t want to be such spoil-sports,” Ms. Helen said, “All in good time. If you want to leave with your little girls naked in a strange neighborhood, go ahead, but otherwise, we would like you to slip out of your clothes, if you don’t mind. Both of you please.”
She reached into her case and removed one of the little whips the children had just used. Leanne saw that this bold and commanding woman had taken the upper hand, and also realized how difficult it would be to leave the house in an unfamiliar residential neighborhood with a naked child.
She had no idea where she could get a cab. This was a neighborhood she had never visited, and she had not got her bearings in it. In the Atlanta heat, she had worn no stockings, just a pair of spike-heeled shoes, and had also worn no underwear, to make masturbating more effective.
It made her feel sexier to have her cunt uncovered under whatever else she wore. Leanne always found herself most comfortable in the usual warm weather of Georgia or inside an air-conditioned building when she was wearing as little as possible. This was such a day.
Knowing she had come here to witness kiddie fights, she knew she would likely want to masturbate at the special party, as did the people in the video she had seen. Having just turned nineteen she needed no bra because her firm breasts stood at attention on their own.
Leanne had worn only a high-hemmed and low-cut sheath dress, which dramatically showed off her long shapely legs and her impressive natural cleavage. The material sufficiently agitated her nipples when she moved that they stood erect, poking the fabric outward in a captivating manner, like tiny tents. Anyone seeing her would quickly understand her to be a highly sexual being.
The others were impressed at the outstanding figures of the two young mothers, who forced into compliance in this manner had so little to remove they were quickly nude. They were only permitted to keep their shoes on. Both of these attractive young women had cleanly shaved armpits and groins, showing they had no more body hair than did their little girls.
Their handsome uncovered cunts with the distended inner lips were both fully displayed, organs from which so few years ago their little girls had emerged, now flared open from the excitement of the day’s delightfully debauched, as well as highly planned sexual activity.
The distention of their cuntlips was a clear sign that these naked women were into it, and it was clear to the observers that the single mothers found a degree of sexual satisfaction in watching sexually violent sports between innocent-looking naked little scrappers, particularly their little girls.
Leanne was used to appearing naked in public at a nude beach, but here she was the subject of everyone’s attention and felt like a piece of meat. It was one thing for the little girls who were going to fight to stand naked before their audience. She believed their passion for battle took over, and she was sure they felt no discomfort.
On the other hand, beautiful adult women like her were known to be primarily thought of as sex objects, and it was her habit to always be groomed and dressed in a manner that would feed that perception. She was certain that everyone had lewd thoughts when they saw the two of them in revealing clothing, let alone nude.
Leanne, standing naked in front of the others with the other woman, felt more like an object to be used rather than just seen, and the feeling was very disturbing. She was sure Lea never felt this way. Little girls didn’t quickly develop a sense of shame.
That had been thrust upon her by her early rapes by Mr. Meanguy. She shivered, and it was less from being observed than it was a sense of anticipation. What was coming? What did they have planned? How were they to perform? Surely Ms. Helen didn’t intend they fight, although that’s what she had said at the beginning.
Somehow inside she also found she was out of control, and that feeling was for her strangely exciting. Her history with Uncle Meanguy was one of being controlled, but that was by a man and was completely different than being treated like an object by a strong woman, backed by more women who were watching her with lust on their beautiful faces.
“When naked at a tea party,” Ms. Helen explained to the two nude women and their audience, “I’m certain from your experience today you both understand you are owned by and are the sole property of your audience, to do what they wish of you,” Ms. Helen said, “Of course, that law applies only when we need you to be naked.
“When you are naked, as you are now, you must perform at your audience’s pleasure. I need you to show me you both understand that.”
She slapped them both on their buttocks with her short whip, bringing a startled reaction, and then handed them each a leather riding crop of their own, certain they would know how to use it.
“We expect you to make this interesting,” she said, “As your children have done. We are your audience, and we expect you will do your best to hurt each other for our viewing pleasure, in whatever way you think you can provide the most hurt. Use your imagination, and once you get slapped with a whip, ready retaliation will be a natural response.
“The buttocks are easiest to hit, the face is out of bounds, the breasts are easily accessible, and of course, the cunt is most delicate so that a blow there hurts more than anywhere else. I speak from experience, as I’ve played this delightful game.”
She stepped aside, leaving the two nude young beauties alone before their small audience.
The two naked women stood defiantly, their feet in their high heels planted wide apart and their arms folded below their impressive breasts. Neither of the two naked young mothers looked in the least interested in doing what Ms. Helen was asking of them.
Their short crops were grasped in their fists, but their arms remained firmly folded, lifting their sizeable breasts. Neither showed any sign of cooperation. Instead, they displayed open defiance. Neither showed any signs of compliance but were steadfast in their refusal to fight.
“I’m no common whore, like you’re making me out to be,” Edie drawled, “Like I don’t have no fuckin’ pimp or nothin’”, she said defensively. “Sure, my boyfriends and I got lots of ‘em, gives me nice gifts, usually big bills, after we tussle an’ they dump a load of their fuckin’ seed inside me. Just as long as I lets ‘em ride me bareback. I just gets gifts of cash.
“As long they’s able to cum inside me they’s happy, but I don’t ever do that shit for money, like I don’t ever charge the guys nothin’, it’s just a unspoken cash understanding we all have, gifts is all, they all just gives me monetary gifts in an envelope is all that ever takes place, not pay.
“An’ my little sweetie’s still a virgin, even at the age of six. I keeps close watch, ‘cause we don’t need her cherry wasted on no asshole’s unbridled passion. I lets my boyfriends that wants to kiss her little dinky while their stiff dicks are otherwise occupied inside me.
“That kind of tame cunnie-lickin’ action cain’t do no harm to no little girl now, can it, just keeps her pretty little dinky clean. Hell, if I was gonna let her work for gifts of money like me, I’d of let them guys get their stiff cocks up inta her when she was only four or five.
“That was about the time she started sharin’ the bed with us while we was porkin’, an’ they started mouthin’ her bare little cunnie, drinkin’ her fresh pee from her little cuntlet, an’ she started drinkin’ their fresh cum, as it was spurted straight from their fuckin’ cocks.
“If they wants to tickle her pretty little dinky with their long reachin’ tongues while we’re busy fuckin’, that’s okay, as long as the boys gives me a extra present, usually in the form of perfumed envelopes with lots of cash in ‘em. That’s the best kind of gift a fella can give a girl now, ain’t it.”
Leanne was stunned by what she heard. The woman she was expected to fight was nothing but a common prostitute, who involved her little girl in the filth she indulged in! Sure, Lea sometimes got to play while she was hooking up on cocks, entertaining guys in her bed for gifts, but never getting herself fucked for cash!
At the same time, the bitch was letting her johns tongue her naked daughter’s tender little cuntlet, and then she would watch the child sucking seed from their cocks while pumping them with her little fists after they withdrew from her. Leanne had never and would never put her little girl Lea forward as a miniature whore.
This despicable demonstration of adult violence that was being proposed was simply not going to occur, regardless of what Ms. Helen said or did. This was not what she had come to this party for, and she wasn’t going to play their violent games.
Leanne was a proud woman and mother who had worked hard for what she had, except of course for her money, and she always raised Lea the best she could, making sure the kid was well taken care of and educated the way she saw fit. She did, after all was said and done, have standards.
THE END OF CHAPTER 50