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Feature Writer: Regis
Feature Title: LAMI PI PRODUCTIONS 51 – 55
Published: 28.03.2024
Lami Pi Productions 51 – 55
CHAPTER 51 – Necessary Encouragement
“Your daughters knew what to do with these delightful little woman-whips, and they discovered the pleasure of receiving and delivering a firm cunnie-smack with them. They raised beautiful red welts on delicate child skin, which opened up their more basic instincts for revenge.
“Giving each other stinging blows to their genitalia let their latent hostility for each other rise to the surface. You have the same energy in you, just waiting for the chance to come to the surface. Let’s get into it, ladies, and have you show us what you’re made of, what you’re holding back, and how much latent hatred you have for each other, even as strangers.
“I’d like to see you pretty young mothers enjoy the same highly sexualized experience your little daughters just did and reveal some of the passion for raw violence seething inside you. You need to let it loose, both for your own and for the enjoyment of your peers.
“In particular I’d like to see you show us what you have for the benefit of our own special admissions committee, who have to decide whether or not to allow your girls to advance to the real deal kiddie fights. It’s show time, girls, and the chance to demonstrate what you’ve got!”
The two naked young ladies stood, dumbfounded at what they were hearing. Neither showed any enthusiasm for the task they seemed to be obliged to perform. It was clear to everyone present they would require more compelling persuasion before proceeding with the bizarre assignment.
“I’m going to take a different approach with you two. Let me tell you what we’re after here today. Most little girls are placed on the fight cards simply by having their mothers apply and register them. Nobody else ever sees them until their fight day.
They get themselves naked and into the electrified fight ring in front of strangers, in a stranger’s house, and then take part without shame or hesitation, because their mothers and the audience support them for being themselves, and doing what comes naturally.
“They are expected to do what would normally be prohibited. They’re allowed to be naked and to fight other girls. They love that. Their mothers and the audience tell them they want them to do what comes naturally, and that is to do real damage to each other. Therefore they willingly do as they are asked, without question.
“If they are successful in their fights, through accumulated points in the National records, they proceed to take part in the more advanced fights. I’m speaking of the real thing, advanced well beyond what you saw today. I think you may have guessed there are other levels to this sport, it has grown well above what you might understand.
“These little girls you saw duking it out in the ring upstairs were hardly more than fucking novices. Only the two final contestants had more than six fights behind them, and both of them had lost at least three fights. The girls you saw fighting were hardly the cream of the crop, and yet they put on a convincing show.
“The little cunts had tried their hardest, because their moms were watching, and moms can be quite punitive when their children don’t perform to their expectations. You haven’t had the experience, but that’s something most of you will learn about being the mother of a fighting little girl yourself. It’s an instinct.
“We always get a good show from the kids for that reason, and it’s always good for the audience because regardless of level, every kiddie fight always produces a winner. 50% odds is not bad if you’re not ambitious. If you’re betting on the fights, you have a good chance of winning as well, regardless of the level of competition.
“This afternoon is special for you because you and your lovely little daughters are being considered for entry directly into a higher level, one to which girls, to gain access, often have to win at least a dozen fights against progressively more experienced opponents. It’s a good system that ensures quality fights as we proceed.
“From the interest that brought you here, and from what we know of your background, we believe you and your daughters have much more potential. You’ve been invited down here because we believe you may qualify to enter a full level higher right away, without the bother of working through the risk of being defeated repeatedly, which happens too often and can end a promising career.
“You might find it hard to believe, but we now have a senior level in which girls as old as twelve are permitted to compete, as long as their breast development is delayed, and they are not yet menstruating. That means that in our organization a fight career can last for up to seven years!
“At the more advanced age, the girls are capable of doing much more damage, and winners are in demand. Pretty little girls can continue to compete right up to the point of becoming attractive little ladies when their first cramps start and their menstrual blood appears. That’s when they began to sprout on their chests a delightful set of little titties.
Their little pussies also then start to grow their first pubic hair, making it necessary for us to wax them to keep their cuntlets looking as innocent as those of true minors! Clean cunts are a must in the fight business, where the fans need to see that the girls are pre-pubescent.
“But now I get carried away. Today we have to be convinced that the mothers of our little girls are really into it, are fully permissive and dedicated to our special sport. To prove your commitment to fights at the advanced level, we will need both of you to demonstrate to our satisfaction your determination.
“You see, it’s only sexy if you show us you are willing to wreck violence on another young woman, as she would do to you, given the chance. We’re providing you both with that chance. This advanced sport is all about how nasty the little girls and their mothers can be toward each other. The only way for us to know that for certain is for you both to show us.”
“I’m afraid there is no other way. I’m sorry, but if you don’t get serious about your daughters’ participation, it’s over for you and them. At this level, I’m sure you realize there’s no room for pansies in this sport! It’s all about being your best and putting out your very best effort.
“Look at the beautiful body of the nude young woman standing next to you. Doesn’t she look great in those spike heels? Look at those legs, the butt, the tummy, those big tits, and most of all, that luscious-looking cunt. Look at how proud she is.
“I think that secretly,” the voluptuous older woman said, “You’d both like to get your whip flailing, bringing it up smartly to smack the other bitch, smacking it as hard as you can against the tender meat of her open cunt. Whip the fucking bitch!”
Without the need for further persuasion, Edie suddenly broke into action when she swung her whip up between Leanne’s legs, painfully striking her dangling cuntlips and squashing them excruciatingly into her groin. She could hardly believe how much that blow from the little whip hurt her.
Leanne’s sharp response was surprisingly fast and brought a shrill scream from Edie’s pain-gasping lips as the whip slashed up between her legs and found the tender meat of her open cunt. Leanne rapidly repeated the blow, and the fierce retaliation had Edie screaming once more. The anticipated adult bitch whip fight was on.
Leanne’s crop had caught Edie’s right cuntlip, painfully slapped the meat behind the cunt, and caught the left edge of her anus so hard the tight ring cracked and began dribbling blood. She leaned back in agony, inadvertently permitting full access for a repeat blow.
This one split the meat of her other cuntlip. Fresh bitch blood was now in play, thanks to Leanne’s open aggression with her whip. Edie retaliated with a slamming blow across Leanne’s breasts, momentarily flattening them, and drawing blood as a welt on each rose high enough to cast a shadow.
Suddenly Edie’s foot struck Leanne’s cunt with a kick that caused a shockwave to jar her uterus, bladder, and lower pack of intestines. In rapid vengeful retaliation, Leanne’s foot smashed hard into Edie’s cunt with a similar effect. The two young mothers were showing they had in them what they both expected of their assertive little daughters.
The experienced Ms. Helen had not only got their numbers but had effectively pulled their strings. This action was exactly what they wanted to see, and gave them a good measure of the true feelings and capability of these two gorgeous fighting bitches.
Edie went into a fit of rage, dropped her whip, and tackled Leanne, smashing her large breasts into Leanne’s with such force they both fell to the floor in a heap of writhing woman flesh. Leanne was on the bottom, and Edie got her right fist going, pounding mercilessly at Leanne’s ribs and at the side of one of her big breasts.
She had her other arm wrapped around Leanne’s neck and was squeezing it as hard as she could to constrain any possible head movement by her foe. It now appeared to Leanne that Edie was an experienced fighter, tilting the table against her. She hated that.
It was already unfair, because of Edie’s weight and her free arm. Leanne desperately wrapped her arms around Edie’s chest in an attempt to pull her into a helpless position, but with that free arm, she was able to give Leanne a very painful set of ribs, and with the other to restrain Leanne’s head, making any movement very difficult.
At last, Leanne managed to pull her head downward, and when it popped out of the grip of the restraining arm, she found her face pressed and held firmly against Edie’s bulging breast. Remembering there were few restraints and no rules, she got her teeth into the stretched woman-meat and bit down as hard as she could. This produced from Edie the most eerie scream she had ever heard.
She held on with her teeth as she felt Edie’s hand reach down and grasp her vagina, driving four fingers into her cunt as if it were a warm moist glove. The wave of pleasure that brought was quickly replaced with a stabbing pain as her opponent put her long-painted nails to work inside her.
Edie began mercilessly scratching the tender membrane of the lining of Leanne’s fist-embracing cunt. Edie had with this single move carried them from a fight to declared war. This nude whip fight had suddenly become a catfight and was about to become much more personal.
In retaliation, Leanne found the opening of Edie’s cunt, drove at first four fingers into her, and then managed to work in her thumb. Her entire fist was inside the other bitch. Reaching her middle finger in an extended manner, she found the dimple of the bitch’s cervix, and with a lunge drove the finger with its sharp long nail through it into Edie’s uterus.
She went to work with the long fingernail, scratching and giving the cunt an incredibly painful workout. Ms. Helen had enough experience to know what was going on inside the two invaded wombs. Edie dug in her sharp fingernails and scraped away some membrane from the inside of her foe’s cunt. She was desperate to gain the advantage.
Instead of screaming, Leanne bit down harder on the bulge of tit meat in her mouth until her teeth broke through the skin and into the sheet of muscle that lined the fatty tissue. She could taste the blood she brought forward, and its taste told her of her success.
Suddenly Ms. Helen’s whip struck her arm as well as Edie’s. This was her signal they’d seen enough. Their stern hostess commanded them to stop and get up. The two nude fighters, struggling, pulled their fists from each other’s bleeding cunt and they stood.
They looked incredibly sexy as they attempted to regain some form of composure after the unbridled display of their true aggressive nature. Blood dripped liberally from both ladies’ cunts, and more from Edie’s damaged breast and Leanne’s whipped boobs.
They had both given the other bitch something to remember for some time to come. They both found that particularly satisfying. The best result for a woman when she fights another is to give her pain and hopefully, a scar that will last a very long time, reminding her opponent how she was defeated and who had been the winner.
“Thank you, ladies,” Ms. Helen said, “your lovely struggle was informative. I am convinced we can make room for you in our organization. Do you agree, ladies?” Her question was posed to the committee members who were enjoying the show of unbridled female hostility.
They nodded their unanimous agreement. These young cunts were every bit as much of interest as were their little girls. Lea was in, and would be entered into a fight at an advanced level, which seemed appropriate to Leanne, who knew her daughter was exceptional and capable of achieving and excelling at whatever she set out to do.
The heap of clothing of the five children and the two adults was brought back, and by sorting through it, they were permitted to dress. Leanne and Edie had to go into a bathroom to attend to their minor wounds first. As a precaution, they each were assigned to use different facilities, and each was provided with an escort.
A woman with a first aid kit accompanied Edie to attend to the nasty bite Leanne had given her on her breast. The last thing they needed to put into the show ring was a nude competitor with an infected bite wound on her tit, particularly on such a magnificent breast.
The audience would want to witness that level of damaging harm to a fat tit firsthand, as it was being delivered to the unfortunate bitch. The same was true of the damage they had done to each other’s internal cunt. In a rematch, they would certainly go after the other’s cunt again.
When they returned and were again dressed, both girls had regained full composure. There was no indication either young woman had ever participated in a desperate fight. These two stunning cunts showed they had lots of class, at least as cunt fighters, which was a definite asset.
That was a requirement for young ladies who were about to participate in Lami Pi Productions’ amazing private shows. The clients expected to see young women who appeared to be cultured and of standing to engage in violent nude battles. That was the established standard. The ‘class’ would hold as long as that bitch Edie kept her stupid fucking mouth closed.
CHAPTER 52 – How Transport Works
Jackson Avery sat back in his private cabin aboard one of his corporate jet aircraft, approaching his private island with a full load of a hundred wealthy gamblers. In the hold where one expected to find baggage slept two hundred drugged naked females, very attractive girls of several races, aged from five up to thirty.
These fresh females were a scheduled replenishment of stock for everything from servants to fighting cunts. The attrition rate had climbed as the sophistication and lethal nature of the games grew. A growing pile of female carcasses and layers of lime covered the bottom of the huge deep round pit in the jungle designed especially for cunt disposal.
The passengers were all now awake and refreshed from a restful drug-induced nap, thanks to a tasteless additive to their beverages during their delicious lunch, a designer drug applied to ensure they had no idea where they had come. Returning would rely entirely on another invitation.
Ten nude flight attendants in stiletto heels, none of the cuties over fourteen years of age, had served the meal to the excited passengers, all of whom had nodded off a few minutes after completing their meal, thanks to the strong sedative in their drinks and food.
They would be given some sexual entertainment on the flight home, followed by some more of the same powerful sedative. None of the passengers needed to know the location of the remarkable Lami Pi Resort.
Each of the gorgeous naked young serving ladies in heels with extensive makeup and extra-long sexy eyelashes sported an impressive set of augmented breasts and a heavy four-inch-long gold ring piercing her inner labia. These special heavy decorations stretched the girls’ enticing cunt-meat severely outward and downward. It was a look Jackson liked, and he made it happen with his young serving girls.
When all were asleep, the aircraft had changed course to head for the highly secret retreat. Only the crew and Jackson knew where the private island was located. This was how it went on every trip, and all cell phones, watches, and computers were confiscated for the duration of the trip.
These were carefully cataloged and stored. to be returned to the owners on the homeward journey, to maintain the necessary high level of secrecy regarding the location of the island. Anyone knowing the location would become a threat to the highly secret organization.
Jackson was very pleased with how things were going and had a particularly interesting weekend lined up for them. Helen Regent had been very helpful in her recruiting of the special individuals he would need for this unusual weekend. It was going to be costly to produce, but he was confident it would bring in millions more in profits.
Two of the young mothers Billy had recruited were multi-millionaires, and once they became permanent ‘guests’ of the company, their fortunes would immediately revert to Jackson personally, going into an offshore numbered account where transactions were both unidentifiable and most important, were immediately accessible.
This money was drawn from business operations and also formed his retirement fund. The simple system was perfectly designed. All of his money was fully protected. In the past five years his operations with what he called ‘cunt and cuntlet demolition’ had reduced the female population of the world by more than fifteen hundred.
To be fair, it had also increased by more than four hundred, as he had an active breeding program in place to produce girls for use in his operations. No opportunity for extra profit was ever bypassed, and the whole operation was growing and improving on schedule.
Jackson’s business acumen was paying off well for Lami Pi Productions. Girls past fighting age were provided to guests in their suites as sex toys, and when they reached the age of nine, they were given steroids and hormones to accelerate the maturing of their gonads.
In this way, young girls became quite fertile before the age of ten and were capable of becoming pregnant from performing the continual fucking they endured, and their new infants, produced in live birthing competitions, fed his stock of new people, particularly female infants.
The operation had also made him countless millions of dollars, all of them counted, and many re-invested to grow the new extensive setup. A good portion of that was in operating a wide-ranging series of dark net websites where what happened on his stages was televised to paying viewers. This was proving to be the sweetest of deals for Jackson.
Billy Dickster met the aircraft when it rolled to a stop on the island. The stairs were rolled into place and the aircraft’s door opened. Nude young serving girls with large trays of champagne greeted the guests, and as the disembarking passengers sipped the cold refreshment, a hundred naked nine and ten-year-old girls knelt on the broad red carpet that led to the three awaiting luxury busses.
These attractive children opened the flies of the men’s pants and actively sucked their rising penises to full rigidity. They kept up their oral ministrations, and after several minutes of exquisite pleasure, the men began to ejaculate down the throats of the delightfully attractive little fuck-faces.
“Damn, this guy Avery knows how to get a weekend off on the right foot,” an overweight man said to his companion as he pulled his penis from his pants and thrust the growing shaft into the eager waiting mouth of a kneeling nude little girl.
She took it in and immediately went to work on it.
“Fuckin’ strait!” the other said. “I get over here three or four times a year, been doin’ it for the past three years, and every time it’s more special. They kill some of these naked little darlin’s in a spectacular fuckin’ snuff show, just for the fun of it, you know!”
These little cock-sucking girls, although displayed completely naked, had not received the hot pepper treatment to their vaginas. The reason for this was that their little pussies, massaged to open for the ideal viewing condition, were freely available for the men to fuck.
There is nothing more of a turnoff than a freshly peppered cuntlet when a stiff and eager cock starts to invade the tight little fuck-chute. That kind of nasty surprise would never do, and his clients would never forgive that kind of abuse of their rigid member. Hot pepper juice is sting-eager little cuntlets, not the stiff pricks of guests.
The freshly applied juices of hot red pepper will equally sting the flesh of a penis, which would be most unpleasant and unwelcome for Jackson’s clients. For the children, it was all part of being a naked little girl stimulating men in sexual service at Lami Pi Productions.
The comfort of the children was of no interest to the people who controlled them, but on the other hand, it would be a nasty surprise for a man to insert his horny penis into a lovely little girl’s freshly peppered cuntlet. That would be a shock that would last for hours, and ruin his weekend.
These well-trained little fuckers were pepper-free, wearing perfectly applied bright red lipstick on their pussies, rectums, navels, and lips instead, with extensive facial makeup and dark curled long lashes. They were charming little twats, perfectly trained and presented. Their cuntlets had been prepared to appear eager through vibrant masturbation.
The naked young girls who had met the plane escorted the men to settle into their accommodation, fucked the few younger men who were able and ready to perform again, and then took them on a brief tour of the facilities, making sure they all had a feel for the place, and what to expect.
Attached to their collars were leather leashes by which they led the men as if they were nude pets being walked. To enhance that look, they all wore a horsehair tail attached to a plug in their rectums, a tail that wagged suggestively as they walked seductively in their heels.
They showed the guests the special private showrooms, the main show theater, the holding pens containing the currently available cunt stock, including the new arrivals, ending up by bringing them all to the main dining hall, and seating them for a meal as a welcoming sex show was about to begin.
CHAPTER 53 – Billy Hosts a Group
Three powerful CEOs of billion-dollar corporations were on their first visit to the retreat. Billy took a special interest in acquainting them with the scale of the operation and giving them a sense of the opportunities they would find to satisfy their darkest desires in a perfectly safe and discrete environment.
They had just observed a three-way boxing match, with three exceptionally pretty nude ten-year-old combatants. They were all fitted not with boxing gloves, but instead with sharp-edged brass knuckles. Soon into the fight two ganged up on the third, and once they got her down, they brutally beat the beautiful child to death.
Then the other two went at each other, with prompt, severely devastating results. When one fell and couldn’t get up, the other dropped onto her and hammered her unprotected head until the combative little cunt was killed. The men loved it. That was just how the fights worked here. Why stop with a beating when you could complete a violent killing?
“There’s even one special level better than that!” Billy stated, “Can you imagine a girl being able to compete in organized fights right up to the age at which she can conceive? Unlike D-Ring, we have active sex in the ring with young males mounting the girls before their fight, and giving them a full power fuck, with deep ejaculation, flooding their hidden little ovaries.
“This fuck show at the beginning of a fight gets the viewers in the mood for what’s to follow. The younger ones, age seven and under, only entertain the cocks of clients who pay a premium to get into them. It’s ten times the price if they need to fuck a virgin, which is quite special, and lots of guys will gladly pay it. Now that I mention it, maybe we’re not charging enough for the virgin kiddie fucks.
“There’s an even higher price to fuck kids five and younger, and believe it or not, there is a growing market for that kind of action. Some guys like to bounce very tender meat of a three-year-old on their dicks, bouncing the screaming little cuntlets on their laps, fucking them to death.
“I’m not sure if it’s about demonstrating total power over helpless females, getting a thrill from fucking naked babies or what the fuck turns these guys’ cranks, but that’s not my concern, I just provide what they’re willing to pay for. This is a place where every sexual pleasure is available for a price.
“Don’t ask me why, but you wouldn’t believe how some of the guys that come here get a real charge from putting the balls to the young kids. I’ve tried it from time to time, and it does give a different rush, fucking the cuntlet or asshole of such tender screaming meat.
“I’m not personally a fan of having sex with the little kids, but doing it now and again, just to keep in touch, is pretty special, and I enjoy it. After all, most men never get to thrust their dicks into little girls, either port, although a growing number of dads like to pork the asshole of their tiny daughters.
“Once a kid gets herself knocked up, and we’ve had them as young as just turned nine start a belly, we take them out of the fights where there’s a good chance they’ll get killed, to make sure they come to term. Most of the pregnant ones become nude waitresses or butt-fuck girls.
“There’s nothing quite like a young naked girl in heels with a growing belly and tiny titties coming so she can feed her sprog, and we work them until they’re ready to pop. At nine months when they’re ready with a full belly, they get back into the ring. By this time they’ve usually grown themselves a real set of tits, even though it’s much earlier than normal.
“Can you imagine a pair of young naked little girls entering the ring fully pregnant, I mean a full nine months along, to fight right up until birthing begins, attempting desperately to force the other girl to give birth first? The pregnant cunts are only ten or eleven years old, but by this age have a ton of ring experience.
“Their favorite move with another pregnant girl is belly kicking, and it works great. Curiously, we have discovered there is an audience for girls in their very early teens fighting while in the last stages of pregnancy, and believe it or not, the truth is the pretty young kids actually give birth to their new babies while they’re fighting. It’s a favorite here.
“The pregnant little girls we use always have a background in kiddie fighting and they know there are no rules, and if we’ve brought their mother we only allow the pregnant kids to get into a fight that severe if their mother allows it. The mothers almost always do, as I’ll explain later, and that makes it all work well.
“The nice thing is, we get the mothers so in debt to us that they’ll allow almost anything. Including putting their daughter into a death fight, where she could win, but just as likely might lose. Its all the same to us, because we get the giant portion of every bet placed, and the kids that get themselves killed are easily replaceable.
“Of course all of the mothers in our system have been hooked on putting their little girls into progressively more violent fights since there kids were as young as five, and they never refuse the opportunity for a huge beating, either way, and an equally huge payout to the winner.
“We make sure all of the bitches with fighting kids we let onto the island are fully addicted to gambling, except for specials. We have a special bout coming up in a week, if you’re here. In the specials, the mothers are as addicted to fighting as their kid, and we put them both into the ring, with another mother daughter team.
“Both contestants’ mothers get paid fifteen thousand dollars for letting their pregnant little kid participate, as long as both little girls drop their sprog during the fight. If there’s a payout, it is held in their name in the security of our bank, and will only be paid out if they enter and win ten consecutive fights to the death themselves.”
He grinned.
“With big money to win, the cunts are in like flint. Their earnings get to be huge, but to date, we haven’t had to pay out one thin dime! That’s why we are always willing to offer huge prizes for success. The cunts have never figured that out, and we’re not about to show our cards. It’s all high risk for them, not us.
“We often introduce girls before a fight as having a great string of wins, but it’s seldom true. Most don’t last past four wins, and none has made it to eight. We can guarantee they’ll have a loss along the way, even if we have to tip the table, and in these fights, the first loss is their last, as they’ll become instant dead meat, and as such are never eligible to collect a payout.
“Their contract states that payment will never be given to an heir or estate. The stupid cunts get so excited about their fight that they never read the fine print. It stipulates their girl has to be alive if mom expects to collect! If they can’t collect, the money for the fight reverts to Lami Pi Productions.
“In the kiddie birthing fight, for certain one of the infants will be killed, and often one of the girls as well. Still-born births don’t count, the baby’s got to cry before it dies. That means a girl can’t kill her opponent’s sprog while it’s still in her belly. Infants have got to gasp their first taste of air before their lights are put out, and mercilessly killed.
“This means the audience gets to see the kill. From our point of view, this highly charged and specialized sport provides a win-win-win situation. Two young girls wearing only spike heels, their big bare bellies, and their unborn infants inside them enter the ring.
“Three of the four in the ring, two inside the belly and two outside have to be killed for the entertainment of our audience before a match is over. During the fight, each of them attempts to force the other young girl’s sprog out of her belly first!
“They can do whatever they think will work, with the need for the other cunt to drop first to be paramount. Typically, they pound on the other girl’s belly until she’s in so much pain she hits the canvas. Once she gets her opponent down she’ll jump on her belly, trampling the downed girl’s big belly, causing extreme trauma. That kind of violence always gets the birthing going.
“What’s extra fun is that sometimes when the cunt spreads and the drop starts they’ll reach up her into her cunt to get hold of the sprog and pull it out, legs first if they can! Isn’t that a delightful variation of our nasty sport? As my associate Billy says, “We’ve come a long way, baby!”
“I’m just kidding, of course. That idea of live birthing fights between young girls is simply too outrageous to be believed by anyone in their right mind, don’t you think? That kind of thing happens only at the most senior level, where the price of admission is very high.
“For these extra special audiences, the birthing fights go on to the ultimate conclusion, and by that, I mean far beyond the production of a live and screaming sprog. Kills are required, and the girls will do it because they know if they don’t, the other girl certainly will, to prevent being killed.
“As you can imagine, a fighting girl who’s losing can get herself killed if there’s no stop put to a fight. That’s why we never use referees. Their job is to enforce rules, and we have none to enforce. The pregnant young naked girls going into our ring are on their own from the very beginning.
“They always put on a spectacular show, because they know full well from the outset they’ve got to fight for their fucking lives. Killing the other little cunt and her sprog is the only way out for them. It’s as simple as that, and there are no fucking exceptions.
“Imagine. Only our most jaded clients get to view that level of our sport, at special retreats during the week, between the weekend visits by our more normal clients to our resort. Only very special girls get to participate, with everything to lose if it doesn’t go their way.
“Those birthing fights are particularly nasty, because not only must the winner get the other girl to drop her pup first, but then she’s got to kill the other girl’s sprog, and when that’s done she’s required to carry on and kill the mother. Our guy with his pistol is handy in case she rebels, to blow the little bitch away.
“Then it turns completely disgusting when she sits down, and pulls out her sprog, knowing she has no choice; she must kill it as well. Of course, these kids, high on speed, always do as they’re supposed to. Did I mention these birthing fights are fucking nasty?
“I have to tell you I find that kind of action degenerate, but can never be judgmental, and some of our best clients want to see everything, including production of the after-birth, and everything’s available to them at our secret retreat. We’re there to satisfy their darkest desires. That’s what makes Lami Pi Productions so special.
“We’ll do anything for our customers, no matter how fucking degenerate it might seem. I must confess, as horrific as it is just to think of what they do, these over-the-top events not only give me a major woody, but I always cum when I watch them, it seems only natural.
“Once a twelve-year-old girl had taken out the other girl and her baby, but then after she got her own out, refused to kill the fucking thing. We solved that when we sent her naked twenty-five-year-old mother, the infant’s grandmother who was as high as her daughter into the ring.
We gave the cunt a butcher knife to do the job, and let me tell you, that proved to be very special. We had loaded the older bitch with speed, just like the pregnant daughters, and then told her she had to butcher first the infant, which was still on the umbilical cord, and then rip and gut her disobedient daughter. She did.
“The audience wanted more, so we gave it to them. We forced the naked woman to squat, knees spread, and fuck herself with the butcher knife. Believe it or not, she was so out of control by now she not only did it but had a massive orgasm as she did the heinous act. I love our erotic sports!
“I just can’t help it, but just as it does our valued birthing fans, I like to watch a pretty young girl who has just grown her titties and displaying a huge swell belly go into the ring. I love to see her hairless cunt popping out a pup under the extreme duress of a nude belly-kicking fight.
“Two naked pregnant girls in their early teens trying to force their opponent to whelp! That’s the hottest thing in the whole program. That’s as fucking sexual as anything I can imagine. I don’t think anybody else has this kind of hot entertainment for their gamblers.
“I also have to admit that witnessing little girls far too young to produce babies delivering them in a fucking nude fight always turns me on! That mother’s killing of her granddaughter and daughter was the icing on the fucking cake. That’s as good as it fucking gets!
“Listen to my fucking filthy language. Why don’t we get ourselves a couple of hot athletic little ten-year-olds in a private room? I’ll get the crew to video what I’m going to do. This is the place for it, and I can tell you, I’m feeling so randy I’m ready for an active fucking kiddie fuck-snuff, and ready to do it myself!”
Chapter 54 – Girls’ Arrival
The arrival on the island after their three-hour flight was very informative and revealing to a load of beautiful young mothers and their pretty little daughters, along with a large number of girls traveling without their Moms. The island was mostly covered with tropical forest, with buildings at one end, including what appeared to be a big field house, and nearby a very large and opulent lodge.
Jeannie Collins, who had introduced herself as Ms. Jeannie, the corporate cunt psychologist, led the pack of fresh females off the plane to the waiting bus. They were in the tropics and were dressed appropriately, in loose blouses and shorts or in thin airy dresses.
Most of the girls traveling alone were completely naked, which was not a shock to the ladies, now that all of them were familiar with the style of the organization. After all, they were to perform without any clothing, and those who had come up through the system when attending tea parties to watch, all stood on tiptoes on one side in the buff to get used to it.
Leanne was surprised when after they were all seated on the bus Ms. Jeannie began removing her clothing and suggested the young ladies and their children remove theirs as well. This was more than a suggestion.
“We’re all here to enjoy our sexuality,” she said, “And there’s no better way to do that than by exhibiting our natural charms!”
They were told to pass the clothing back to the back seat where it was to be stacked for safekeeping. Everyone complied, some of them grinning nervously at being required to fully expose themselves, but Leanne and Lea were used to nudism and felt perfectly comfortable during the bus ride to the large building near the lodge.
Going in, they could see the building was much larger than it appeared from the outside. Leanne expected to see one large room like a ballroom or even a small stadium or something but instead saw that it was made up of, what appeared from the entranceway, several large rooms.
They were taken through a door and up a wide stairway that was quite long, and at the top found themselves in a hallway with several doors along its length. They were taken in through one of these and found themselves in a glassed-in observation booth with room for all of them.
They were above an elevated small boxing ring, surrounded by about twenty people, and in the ring were two naked little girls who appeared to be about six years old. They were wearing small leather gloves, and they were in the heat of battle, pulling hair, punching, kicking each other in the cunt with their little high-heeled shoes, and doing whatever they could to injure each other. There were no rules.
All of the little girls in the observation room squealed with excitement. This is what they had come to participate in, and here it was, right in front of them. They were delighted when one of the girls caught an uppercut on the point of her chin and sat down hard on her tailbone.
The other little girl got over her quickly and straddled her, pressing her naked little cuntlet into the bare belly of the downed girl, and began hammering her head with punches. She was savvy, and instead of the chin and nose, directed her powerful punches to the defenseless girl’s temples.
She was doing the kind of damage that creates a concussion, as Lea quickly realized, and her excitement doubled. The girl sustaining the blows took half a dozen before her little body went limp, and the kid on top was encouraged to keep it up, and she happily did so, pounding the limp girl.
“This is what happens when the audience wants to see a real knockout,” Ms. Jeannie said. We like the gamblers to get their money’s worth, and today they did. That little loser will be delegated to training fights, to give other girls valuable experience in giving concussions.
“That’s not the worst of it for her. When she’s been knocked out too often and can’t put up a good fight, she’ll be useless for anything but a kill. I’m sure you know the gamblers need to see young girls being killed here, to make the lengthy trip and the loss of a weekend worthwhile.”
They watched as the winner’s mother, as naked as her child, climbed through the ropes, lifted her daughter high, and paraded her around the ring, flashing the kid’s abuse-swollen cuntlet to the appreciative gamblers. Even those who bet against her were treated to this display of a brazen, cock-raising kiddie-cunt show, which it was.
A handler carried the loser out of the ring, sat her against the corner post, and with a series of sharp slaps across her face awoke her, so the audience could verify there had not been a ring kill. The child became somewhat alert, verifying she was still alive.
That was important in this sport, where the gambling is higher on a girl’s lights being permanently turned off, she kicks the can or, as the saying goes, the impudent little cuntlet gets herself snuffed. Sometimes in fights like this kids died, and the gamblers always bet that one of them would.
They were taken to a larger room, this one in the shape of a small theater with a small thrust stage. This one seated about thirty. They watched a pair of very fit and skilled naked ten-year-old girls wearing only heavy boots climbing a pair of side-by-side thick ropes hanging from the ceiling.
There were knots all along the ropes, making climbing them easier, and they noticed three-inch blades sticking out of the toes and heels of the girls’ boots.
“Holy shitting fuckaroonies, Mommy,” Lea screeched, “This is going to be an exciting fight to the death, like those amazing ones we watched on television! These older girls are really going for it, I bet, and I’m pretty sure one of them, with those blades on their boots, will kill the other!”
“Fuckaroonies?” Leanne asked.
She was as excited at this development as Lea. They really did have some kiddie death fights on this island retreat! This was more than she had bargained for. These guys were in it for real. What kind of mess was she getting them into?
When the girls’ feet were more than three feet above the canvas, the first kick drew blood. It caught the opponent on the inner thigh, making a deep gash that cut muscle but missed the artery. This was a damaging but not too significant wound to get things started.
The response was rapid and telling. The girl who had taken the slash to her leg got her other leg up with a kick that drove the blade on her boot into the side of the other girl just below the ribs and thrust upward under the lower rib. When she jerked her foot free the hole produced splashes of blood.
This was proving to be an incredibly brutal but somewhat fair fight. Most of the children, including Lea, were up against the glass, up on their tiptoes as they excitedly watched the violent mayhem of the fight on the stout ropes above the ring. This was real action!
Every kick brought a scream and fresh blood source to the small ring’s already bloodstained canvas. The brown oxidized dried blood from many earlier fights had a fresh coating of sparkling red spatters from the screaming and kicking booted nude ten-year-olds giving each other a fresh taste of hell.
Soon both were streaked in their blood from a series of ferocious slashes and puncture wounds. Two of the girls watching with Lea were so excited at the fight they thrust their hips back and both took an involuntary shit, while several others peed.
A teen female attendant was quick to mop up the mess, and the mothers, used to incontinence when their kids watched such obscene violence, just smiled. They were sufficiently experienced to know this was a natural reaction and required no discipline.
When one of the fighting girls had an arm slashed and fell to the canvas, the other quickly dropped and began flailing her with damaging kicks with her boot blades, kicking the downed girl’s cunt with such vicious blows that the little female organ was both invaded and quickly the exterior was mutilated beyond recognition.
Then she went for the kill, kicking the girl’s face and head with such fur that the downed child mercifully lasted only a few seconds. Three of the older girls watching vomited, and two others shit. This exhibition was far more violent than anything they had ever seen or imagined.
The younger children watching from behind the glass were thrilled and were ready for this level of extreme violence in entertainment. They were too young to have any sense of vulnerability. What was yet to be seen was their willingness to participate.
There was one more viewing for the group before they moved on. Ms. Jeannie took them down the hallway to a room that was the largest they had seen. Here there was seating for all of them behind the glass. Below them was not a ring, but instead a stage, with seating of large comfortable lounge chairs set out theater-style.
The doors at the back opened, and in filed a hundred guests, those that had been watching the other performances the new naked female stock had seen from above.
“This is the Discipline Room,” Ms. Jeannie said, “Where disobedient little girls learn the cost of their transgressions. I think it’s important you know what can happen to you if you don’t do as you’re told, and do it promptly. You’ll see how much you won’t want to appear in this room, on this stage.”
Just then a pair of naked sixteen-year-old handlers in spiked heels entered from backstage. These attractive teen girls looked like they were proficient in walking in these very adult spike-heeled shoes. They were holding between them a pretty nude blonde seven-year-old girl who was struggling but without success. They were too strong for the small naked child.
“This is Markie,” Ms. Jeannie explained, “Her mom lost in a death fight yesterday afternoon with her in the audience. It was a growth experience for the little cunt. She was in a naked girl fight last night and refused to do what was required of her.
“When she got her opponent pinned and helpless, she was given a pair of brass knuckles to finish the kid off, and she refused to use them. They strapped them onto her fists, but she would not hit the other screaming kid with them. Talk about insolence. She has it in spades.
“That’s a very bad thing to do. It’s unacceptable to refuse to perform a kill when you get your opponent down if you’re in a death fight. Making the MC have to dispatch the downed girl makes you an automatic loser since the audience requires a kill. Markie failed us. Now you’re going to see what that insolence will cost her.”
Maintaining their firm hold on the naked child’s wrists, the nude teens bent forward and grabbed the naked smaller child’s ankles, then pulled her up so that she was spread between them face up, screaming in terror, her arms and legs pulled wide apart.
In this position, her pert little cuntlet was properly presented to the attentive audience, who were eager to see the kind of punishment the impudent little girl would be given. A naked woman stepped out of the shadows, and as she moved up onto the stage, with large breasts swinging, the mother and daughter from Georgia recognized her.
Leanne and Lea were startled to see it was Sabrina, the tall tan Mulatto woman who had worked with that little girl Li Chink to kill that woman on video with a sword thrust up her cunt. She carried in her hands a long brass pole, with ornate metal decorations along its length. Sabrina was holding a heinous impaling spear!
Leanne and Lea both shrieked as the spear was thrust into Markie’s little cunt, and shoved up into her to impale the child. Leanne’s response was in shock, and Lea’s was because she was thrilled to see firsthand the extreme violence of the little girl’s cruel, excessively harsh punishment.
Now the stark severity of what they were witnessing struck them both, as well as the other shocked girls and their mothers watching the appalling, alarming impalement of the naked spread-eagle little girl. With several hefty heaves, Sabrina thrust the spear further into the suspended body.
The screaming child threw her head back as the spear went through her, and at last, its tip emerged through her open mouth. The naughty, disobedient little girl was what in the business was called a one hundred percenter, meaning she had been completely impaled.
There was no need now for the teens to hold the girl’s wrists and ankles, and they released them as Sabrina moved the pole to the vertical position. She moved off the stage, and paraded the impaled child through the audience, to give them all a close look at what they had come to see.
Leanne felt herself shivering as she realized the finality of what they had just witnessed. These guys played for real, and this was what the gamblers had come to this island retreat to enjoy, at the cost of the lives of the young women and little girls, whose only purpose here was to entertain them with the deadly sports carried out here.
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The very next day Lea was entered into her first ring event. She was a novice and was pitted against another novice, a child her age with black hair and bangs named Bethany. She was nearly eight, many months older than Lea, and heavier. She was also a bit slower, which Lea picked up on immediately. Lea had her number.
The fight went on for nearly five minutes, with hair pulling, punching, scratching, cunt kicking and all of the regular little girl attack strategies the gamblers expected. When Bethany finally fell onto her back, Lea was on her in an instant, pressing her now damp cuntlet against Bethany’s sweaty tummy.
She punched repeatedly and mercilessly at the child’s head in an attempt to give her a concussion, but her bare fists were not strong enough to produce that result. Instead, she knocked the screaming girl’s head from side to side, causing unexpected stress to Bethany’s neck.
On an impulse, Lea got hold of Bethany’s face with her left hand, and pressed her thumb beside the helpless girl’s nose, and then with a sudden thrust drove her thumb in beside the child’s left eyeball. With a flick of her thumb, she caused the severely stressed eye to pop out of its invaded socket.
In the opening instructions to the naked little girls, nobody had mentioned there was to be no gouging, and that nasty trick was something Lea had long wanted to try. In her very first fight she got to do it, and with impunity, as they forgot to mention there were no rules at the outset.
The audience was on their feet, shouting their approval of the bold move. Now Lea punched Bethany’s nose a direct blow, breaking it. Repeated hammering blows with her small fists quickly caused the remaining eye to swell shut, blinding her opponent.
Lea got to her feet and delivered a series of brutal kicks to the helpless child’s cuntlet, causing the little organ to swell and open like the fleshy beak of a little bird. Leanne was in the observation room above and was screaming her approval of her child’s extreme actions.
She had produced a merciless winner in her child Lea, who was proving herself to be a superior cunt fighter. Lea had severely beaten her first opponent, and there was likely much more to come.
Chapter 55 – Mildly armed Demo Fight
Billy took his group, half of the degenerate gamblers who had been brought here for the weekend, into one of the small theaters to give them a first-hand look at what was in store for them regarding mini-fight entertainment. The chance to witness naked little girls in combat was what brought them on this long trip, and was what they were anxious to see.
There was a small elevated ring enclosed by electrified barbed wire instead of ropes. The tiny ring, only eight feet across, was surrounded by comfortable lounge seating to accommodate up to fifty guests, half of those who had come to enjoy extreme sexual debauchery for the weekend at Lami Pi Productions’ ultra-private retreat.
Lights mounted on the high overhead ceiling illuminated the ring, and the rest of the theater was lighted by splash light from the ring’s light canvas. There were two nude women in heels making preparations for the fight, and they paused in their duties to pose for the entering group, delighting the men by providing finger-spread views of the vestibules and then the depths of their clean shaved vaginas.
As was expected, the canvas was stained with dried blood and what looked like thin smears of human excrement, not a surprise to those in the audience used to enjoying nude kiddie fights. There was no unpleasant odor in the theater, as the two naked ladies, in preparation for the upcoming contest, had liberally sprayed the ring’s canvas with Febreze.
When the men were all comfortably seated, half a dozen of the regular gorgeous nude eleven-year-old waitresses in their collars and heels served drinks to everyone, to order, and then they all retreated, to the clack of their spike heels on the hardwood floor of the theater. Everything was ready, and now it was show time!
The two naked young women went to a dark corner of the theater and when they returned they each had a naked eight-year-old girl in tow. Like the waitresses, these younger girls wore tight red collars and red spike heel shoes, which were a perfect fit, and which made their posture as spectacularly sexy as anyone could imagine.
It was hard to believe that these highly attractive, nude girls were about to fight each other with the intent of doing real harm. And yet that was precisely what this large group of male and some female gamblers had come to the retreat to witness. They had come as fans of tender meat, and Lami Pi Productions was about to deliver.
Both girls had their blonde hair in a ponytail with bangs. One was a Caucasian, and when she began to swear at her opponent it was clear she was Australian. The other had the slant eyes and physique of a SE Asian, her hair obviously bleached, but swore at the Australian just as vociferously in an American accent. She was born and raised in the USA.
A closer look at their spike-heeled shoes revealed these athletic-looking eight-year-old girls had razors at the edge of the soles. The razors stood out only an eighth of an inch along the sides and on the toes but appeared capable of cutting shallow but meaningful groves in naked tender flesh.
These were outrageous beautiful young children. Both were wiry and fit. It became abundantly clear the gamblers were not going to be disappointed this evening. This was not going to be a fun fight for either of them, but they were both fully committed to it just by being there.
The girls glared and continued to swear at each other, with threats of violence. The naked women held the girls’ collars while the MC jumped up onto the ring without getting inside it. That might prove to be too dangerous a location for him, considering the foot weapons on the naked children.
“Good evening, ladies and gentlemen,” he said, his large testicles swinging and his impressive erection bobbing as he brazenly stroked its base with a powerful fist.
His impressive flesh-weapon stood out between the flaps of his tuxedo top.
“Isn’t this a fucking party! Two naked little fighting ladies, with razor-edged shoes, what fucking cock-jerking fun for us! And vibrant masturbation for you, ladies!”
He wore no pants to impede his access to his pulsing cock, which glistened on the tip from a leak of pre-ejaculation fluid.
“I hope you’re ready for some highly sexual and violent cock-jerking fun,” he said, continuing to jack off.
He was enjoying his job. It was his task to let the new visitors to this sport know that masturbation was part of the fun.
“The names of these lovely young naked pussies in their spike heels are Andrea and Jing Lee. Andrea has come to us directly from Brisbane, Australia, and Jing Lee’s parents, although Chinese, hail from Brunei. They now live in San Francisco, which is where she was born and where we obtained this beautiful, comely little cunt. This time we left the parents at home, in Brisbane and San Fran.”
“Both of these lovely youngsters have been in the fight game since they were five, and have amassed remarkable records of wins. In their four years of experience, each of these beautiful youngsters has lost only three fights, and both have won over fifty, mostly at house parties in front of female audiences. That’s not that bad for a pair of fucking kids.
“They are both prime contenders, and I want you to pick the one you want to see win. The waitresses will be coming out presently to record your wagers! Take a good look, make your choice, and then place your bets, tucking your money into their ready pussies! That’s what this weekend of fun enjoying minor mayhem is all about!
“One last thing: the electric fence enclosing the fight area is a high voltage, and gives a half-second burst, enough to stun a girl their size, and happens every five seconds. That gives them a maximum of five seconds to get the fuck off those stunning wires.
Both girls know all about this, as they’ve fought in electrified fences before, and know that in the course of the fight, both are likely to get a shot. That gives her opponent a chance to hit her, completely undefended. Isn’t this hot and shocking fucking sport fun?”
The two naked young girls posed for the audience, bending forward to show their anus and bare vagina, flexing the muscles in their gorgeous legs by straightening them to hyper-extend the knee, then raising them to demonstrate their kicking power.
They then spread their knees and used their fingers as spreaders, to provide the viewers with an impressive show of the vestibule of their well-used and highly matured inner shafts of their cuntlets. Everyone could see that either cuntlet would make a gripping cock holster.
“In the advanced kiddie fights, fist fucking each other is a regular feature, so you’ll seldom find a virgin among the girls who reach the age of eight in this business.”
Both girls again opened the fuck shaft of their impressive cunts, leaning back to give everyone a great view inside their remarkably flexible sex organs.
“If you look carefully, ladies and gentlemen, you will be able to see right back to the child’s pink dimple of a cervix, a view uncommon for girls this age.” The kids demonstrated how far their experienced cuntlets could be spread, showing their eager audience that neither of these innocent-looking children was a virgin.
“The loser of tonight’s bout will kneel with her pretty ass raised to provide all of you the opportunity to measure the depth of her rectum with your penises, and the winner will climb to ride your cock with her well-educated cunt. Ladies are welcome to fist the little bitches. Both will be here until you’ve all been satisfied.
“Place your bets, ladies and gentlemen! The minimum bet is one hundred dollars, and the serving girls will be happy to take the large bills into their open cuntlets!”
The waitresses appeared and began to take bets, in the manner described by the MC. The girls all got to take the folded bills into their welcoming vaginas, moisture be damned.
The two young fighters, who had been doing their preliminary performance outside the electrified wire ropes, climbed through them, and without pause, braced themselves and began throwing punches at each other, hitting each other as hard as they could. They were far too young to begin to sprout titties, but their chests, faces, bare cuntlets, and tummies were all admirable targets.
After nearly five minutes of traditional boxing, Jing Lee was the first to change strategy. She grabbed at the blonde ponytail of Andrea, who just as quickly grabbed the bleached blonde ponytail of her Oriental opponent, jerking each other’s heads around mercilessly.
They at first used the ropes of hair to jerk each other’s head from side to side, and then without warning, Jing Lee suddenly dropped rapidly to her knees and pulled Andrea down with her. Even as she fell, legs akimbo, Andrea maintained her grip on the ponytail of the Oriental girl.
Jing Lee used Andrea’s ponytail to bang the Australian kid’s head repeatedly on the canvas, but she maintained her grip on the ponytail of the Oriental girl. Only when she started to lose consciousness did her grip start to fail, and let the audience know she had been knocked out when her arms spread akimbo as well.
Repeated stabbing pain in her cunt awakened her. She raised her head and saw Jing Lee using her heels with the sharp-edged soles to kick her repeatedly in her delicate sex organ. This was unthinkable treatment, unlike anything that had happened to her before.
Worst of all, the spectators were cheering wildly as little droplets of her crimson blood splashed with each kick. With a move she had developed a few years earlier, Andrea threw her hips upward and then immediately sprung to her feet, showing an extraordinary level of athleticism. These kids were good!
Although she often wore heels in fights, this was the first time she had not been barefoot when she did this amazing move, and was impressed and gratified that she managed to pull it off on the first try. She immediately landed a violent retaliatory kick to Jing Lee’s cunt.
This move so astounded her opponent that the girl fell onto her back, exposing her cunt to a further series of rapid kicks. The Australian girl was up for it and went to work with her armed shoes on the exposed cunt of her opponent, also throwing droplets of blood with each brutal kick.
This vicious attack with the naked Australian girl’s razor-armed shoes cut thin slices in the swelling groin meat and external sex organ that matched those on her vagina. The intent of the fight was for the experienced eight-year-old girls to do as much damage as possible to each other, and they were both complying.
Jing Lee suddenly kicked up between Andrea’s legs, digging a shallow furrow up the inside of her left calf and thigh. A wider razor would have severed both veins and arteries, but this row of wounds in the Australian’s child’s thigh just seeped blood, providing fresh color without threatening the naked eight-year-old’s life. This was not a death fight.
The shock of the blow drove Andrea backward, and she fell onto the electrified wire that formed the ring. Her legs were spread too far to allow her to spring back off the wire, and a powerful jolt hit her, coursing through her naked body and giving her temporary paralysis.
Jing Lee saw her chance, immediately leaped to her feet, and kicked hard at Andrea’s cunt and belly, cutting fresh little groves in her tender meat. When the paralysis faded, the young Australian girl twisted and pulled away from the wire, which was more of a threat than the vicious kicks she was taking to her body.
Andrea got up and promptly retaliated by moving outside the Oriental’s legs and scraped the edge of the sole her shoe up from the right hip to the pretty bitch’s ribs and then into her armpit, drawing shrill screams and blood from her prone opponent. Quickly she repeated that move on Jing Lee’s left hip and ribs.
In attempting to side-step the onslaught, the naked Chinese American girl twisted an ankle in the unfamiliar heels, and she too fell onto the wires. Before she could bounce off she was also hit by a severe and numbing jolt. Andrea went at her immediately with her sharp-soled heels, creating shallow lacerations on Jing Lee’s thighs.
She saw an opportunity when Jing Lee started to get up, her legs spread to give her leverage, fully exposing her puffy vulva to the merciless kicks she hated. Andrea drove the toe of her shoe into the cunt of her adversary in a powerful kick, which put the splayed bitch back onto the wires in time for another stunning shock.
Andrea kicked her razor-lined shoe at the stunned bitch’s face, cutting several bleeding groves in her chin and cheek, and breaking the Chink bitch’s nose. This was not a time to be nice, and the Australian had the street smarts to take full advantage of her helpless opponent.
Again, a powerful shock stunned her, and Andrea kept up the cruel assault on the defenseless young bitch with her razor shoes. Jing Lee finally rolled away from the wire and landed on her back, fearing yet another strong electrical jolt, but now her groin and belly were fully exposed.
The downed Asian girl knew she was in big trouble if she remained on her back on the canvas, and with a sudden roll onto her side, she got back up onto her feet. That cost her another violent kick to her exposed cunt, bringing another shrill scream, and also drew a flurry of punches.
She also took several painful nail scratches to her already cut naked titless chest and face. Andrea was doing her very best to scar her opponent, which was common for females of any age when fighting. It was always important to them that the girl they fought would long remember who had done this terrible thing to them.
These face scratches would likely leave permanent scars. That was certainly Andrea’s intent. She didn’t know the dirty little Chink/Brunei/American cunt, but needed her to hurt big time just because they were fighting each other. Jing Lee wanted to achieve the same and went to work with her nails on Andrea’s naked chest and face.
Both girls drew blood and were cursing at each other like a pair of drunken sailors. Jing Lee suddenly dropped her right hand to scratch Andrea’s bare cunt, but instead thrust three fingers into the razor-slashed organ. Aware of the danger, Andrea dropped her right hand and mirrored the move as she thrust three of her extended fingers into her opponent’s warm, blood-moistened cunt.
They scratched as much as possible inside the other girl’s cunt, when Andrea realized she could do much better and do more damage if she could get her whole fist up into Jing Lee’s cunt. The Oriental girl realized what she was doing, and she too worked to get her other finger and thumb sheathed in the other’s cunt.
They fell onto their sides as they struggled for entry into the tight enclosure, and within moments both were successful. They abandoned the scratching to pound the pad of the other girl’s uterus, and the audience went wild as the naked children gave each other a powerful fist fuck.
This time it was Jing Lee who had a new idea and took the initiative. She extended her middle finger, poking it against the dimple of Andrea’s cervix, and with several powerful punches managed to drive her rigid digit into the immature uterus, where she began incredibly painful scratching.
Not to be outdone, Andrea repeated the move and achieved the same success. Now the screams were at a new peak as the girls used the nail on their middle finger to exact as much damage as possible to the inner gonads of her naked young opponent with her sharp nail.
Both girls were viciously scrapping and gouging the delicate membrane designed to hold a fertilized egg when the girls reached an age at which they were old enough to get themselves impregnated, not that much longer, if their new owners administered hormones to the girls, as they often did.
The audience had the sophistication to know what the pair of struggling naked girls were doing to hurt each other and were going wild in supporting their favorite. This fight alone made the long trip and time away from their homes well worthwhile, and they knew that throughout the weekend there was much more excitement to come.
The shift in the fight came during this probing and scratching brutal fist fuck when Andrea used her free left hand to grasp the bacon of Jing Lee’s tummy, and then violently thrust her thumb into the Oriental’s navel. The harder she pushed, the more extreme the shrill screams that emanated from the Chink/Brunei/American.
As she was making progress, her opponent gave less attention to damaging her to focus on the incredible internal pain she was experiencing. When she stopped pumping her fist in Andrea’s cunt, the two nude teen handlers climbed into the ring to bring the fight to an end.
Andrea wanted none of it, but the teen girls were strong, and grabbing their arms, pulled the fighting young girls’ fists from each other’s cunt, stood them up, and held them apart. It was clear they wanted both to survive and be able to entertain again before too long.
They stood them facing each other, and the one holding Andrea lifted her arm high in the air, a sign of victory. Andrea was not badly damaged, and would likely be able to fight again in as little as a week. With the navel damage, Jing Lee would take up to six weeks to heal.
The young Australian girl had come out on top, primarily because of her ability to fight dirty, and to take as well as she gave. Her devious approach to fighting was a perfect fit for the style at Lami Pi Productions retreat. It was all about winning, and this pretty young fighting cunt fully understood that and all the resulting consequences.
THE END OF CHAPTER 55