LAMI PI PRODUCTIONS 60 – 62 by Regis

Disclaimer: The following is fiction. The content of the story is not representative of the writer’s beliefs, opinions, or attitudes. This story is intended for adult entertainment only. The characters and events depicted in this work are fictional. The author does not condone or promote any unlawful activity such as is depicted in the story. By continuing to read this work you acknowledge that you are an adult who wishes to read works of fantasy and fiction for the purpose only of fantasy. All the characters in this story are adults. They may play different ages for the fictional character that they are depicting but they remain at all times adults.

Feature Writer: Regis

Feature Title: LAMI PI PRODUCTIONS 60 – 62

Published: 04.04.2024

Lami Pi Productions 60 – 62

CHAPTER 60 – Ms. Helen’s Ending

The craftsmen had done precisely as Martha had wished, and produced for Helen an exquisite pair of stilt shoes three feet high, that required her to stand on pointe! They had clear plastic tops to reveal her arched feet and a spike heel that, on the way down, merged into the sole of the shoe, as it would contribute nothing to the wearer’s balance with the altitude these shoes gave her.

The gamblers jamming the fight theater, three times the number it was designed to hold comfortably, cheered Helen as she ‘walked’ in wearing the outrageous stilts. Her hair was up, and she wore a revealing bra that lifted her greatly enlarged breasts, thanks to massive injections of silicone, and thrust her enlarged nipples outward.

She had taken silicon injections into her areola to cause both to swell outward and fill, further thrusting her nipples. The work was perfect on her breasts so that they were standing at attention with the assistance of the minimal bra, pointing like the heads of torpedos. She was a stunning sight.

As she walked on the hugely elevated stilt shoes the tail she wore wagged in rhythm with the movement of her buttocks, and the gamblers applauded the innovation. A closer look revealed that the injections of silicon had not been limited to filling her breasts and areola.

Her clitoris rose up rigid, nearly thumb-thick, and it stood at attention raising its flesh hood, hiding nothing. She had applied red lipstick to the end of her love shaft, which looked like a teen boy’s excited erection. This remarkable woman was all about her raw, unbridled sexuality.

“Fucking shit she’s hot!” Billy observed from the overhead booth. A pair of burly men had to lift Helen onto the fight ring platform, as she could not climb the stairs in those outrageous stilt shoes. She was able to climb through the ‘ropes’, which were steel cables, fully electrified.

She stood and faced the device Martha had commissioned for her. The craftsman had used one by three-inch hardwood, and had lovingly steamed it for hours before bending it over the rack he had devised. As it stood, the top of the arch was nine feet above the canvas, and for five-foot-eight Helen, it appeared to be the ideal size.

It had been stained and varnished, and lining the inside every eight inches was a large eyebolt, each suitable for clipping and holding cuffs in place. Helen wore such cuffs, and she quickly realized how this big arching device was to be used. It was a restraint to hold her in place, standing up.

The device was too low to accommodate her wearing the stilt shoes, and she saw in the corner a pair of more normal six-inch spike heels ready for her. These had been a gift from Martha, and now she realized who was behind what she was about to face. She smiled as her masochistic side emerged. She was going to experience pain!

There was bedlam in the crowd as she strode around the ring, taking full advantage of the attention she was given by the hoard of gamblers. She couldn’t imagine how they had got so many people onto the highly secret retreat island, but that was not her concern. They were here, and she was putting on a show for them.

Her two nude female guards climbed into the ring wearing only their heels and collars, and assisted her in getting out of the extreme stilt shoes. As they braced her, Helen realized she could never have managed it on her own. They supported her as she put on the six-inch spikes, and when these were on, she once more strode around the ring, her anal-mounted horse-hair tail wagging proudly.

The unusual device standing in the middle of the ring gave her something to pose with, to give the gamblers more of a show, and she posed inside it, her cuffs next to rings. She had no idea where this was leading, but she was certain the simple structure was there to restrain her. Regardless of what came next, the vain exhibitionist naked woman was having a ball.

She was standing in a corner, flexing her arms while she bent over, certain she was giving the audience a great show of her bare groin when her guards stood beside her and led her back to the device dominating the ring. Things were about to get started, and Jackson was likely in the overhead booth with Billy and Martha to enjoy the show.

The female guards clipped her wrist cuffs to rings over her head and her ankle cuffs to rings near the bottom, forcing her to stand in a spread-eagle pose. They also removed the tail plug, smeared with her shit, from her rectum, to ensure everyone had a great view of all her sexual assets.

She was immobilized in a pose with which she was very familiar. This was the ideal posture to put a naked woman in to fully display her sexuality. It was also how to display a woman who was about to receive a thorough whipping. Spread like this, Helen the masochist was on full display and felt defenseless. This was exciting!

When she was securely clipped in place and immobilized, things had quieted down in the arena, when there was a sudden stirring. From the back entrance came her guards, escorting the naked pair of seven-year-old girls she had enjoyed an evening with in her private suite a few nights ago.

It appeared she would have an in-the-ring view of Lia and Chink Li’s fight to the death. As was usual, they were naked and wore collars and perfectly fitting spike heels. Their hair was made up like adults’, piled on top of their heads, and they wore exaggerated makeup with large, long false eyelashes.

These children looked stunning, with bright red lipstick applied to their lips and navels. Their pert little vaginas were also red but from a different treatment. Both had been thoroughly peppered and rubbed with slices of extremely hot peppers.

The sharp acid from the hot pepper juice severely irritated their delicate cunt-meat. Peppering cunts was a common practice in the nude kiddie fights, and now these two had the over-the-top version. Their treated cuntlets stood open and reddened from the acid, visible from across the theater.

What startled Helen was that the stoic naked seven-year-old girls were carrying coiled whips. She realized she was about to receive a public flogging from violent naked little girls and was helpless to do anything about it. She felt a knot forming in her stomach, her cunt quivered, she rotated her pelvis and bucked her hips as she started to cum.

The naked children wearing only their tight red collars and heels climbed through the metal cables that formed the ring, being careful to flash their cuntlets at the audience as they had been trained to do. They paraded around the bound nude woman, uncoiled their horsewhips, and immediately began to punish her with stinging blows.

Although constrained, Helen had enough slack to buck and twist in response to the painful lashes of the little girl’s whips. She had wielded a whip often on the flesh of naked women but had never been the subject of a whipping. The sharp pain from each blow was more pronounced and it lasted longer than she would have guessed.

Now she knew what the women she had whipped had gone through as she experienced it herself. This was a wonderfully painful and distressing way to treat a naked woman. She was certain she would remember every blow, and which girl had delivered it. This was a new and enormously exciting experience for her. Why had she never done it before?

While Chink Li went after Helen’s big breasts and her bum meat, Lea knew the best place to hurt a woman was on her cunt, and she focused on upward blows between Helen’s spread legs. It was her lashes that brought the sharpest screams from their bound subject.

Although she shrieked with each kiss of the whip, Lea was certain Ms. Helen was enjoying her whipping. The screams ended too quickly, and she continued to buck her hips as if inviting another stinging blow. She had seen women like this in the fight videos she’d watched with her mom and was sure she knew what was going on for their victim.

Lea was getting very good with the whip and managed to make it snap at the point of contact, inflicting excruciating pain. Helen went berserk with each blow, but her range of motion was severely limited. Lea concentrated on the red-painted dangling inner lips of the adult woman’s open vagina and on the erect clit.

As the two worked their magic with the whips, to the delight of the crowd of gamblers, an MC entered the ring, in the style of the famous D-Ring Casinos MCs. He wore a tuxedo jacket with tails, a top, and polished black boots. He wore no underwear or pants, revealing his groin was clean-shaven. His large erection and well-filled scrotum were on full display.

He wore a broad leather belt with a holster and a large forty-five pistol in it, suggesting he was also an enforcer or dispatcher. He held a wireless microphone and addressed the audience. His voice was one exuding authority, his bearing stern, and he promptly had everyone’s attention.

“Ladies and gentlemen, I hope you’re enjoying our show’s warm-up! The woman on the rack is Ms. Helen, who up until tonight was in charge of all North American operations for Lami Pi Productions’ tea party kiddie fights that are popular all around the Country.

“In them, every week thousands of little girls duke it out naked in a small ring in a private home, always doing some damage to each other, for the entertainment of the ladies in attendance. Ms. Helen has just been relieved of her duties, in their entirety, as after tonight she will not be able to fulfill them as she’s done up until now.

“Now that the girls have warmed her up, and just look at those outstanding welts they’ve raised all over her beautifully smooth flesh, I think it’s time for us to fill, warm up and lubricate that handsome vagina of hers that little Lea has so skillfully swelled out for us! Isn’t that a fabulous fucking cunt to ponder? And I think to fuck!”

With that, he moved into position in front of Helen and thrust his rigid penis into her wet and accepting cunt. The audience cheered as he rapidly pumped repeatedly into her until he, at last, produced a massive ejaculation inside the bound woman.

“Now she’s properly lubricated!” he proclaimed, “Most of you won’t know much about those private naked fight parties,” he continued as he pulled his penis out of her cunt, “because although there are some special occasions when men are invited, only the women involved with their feisty little combative girls know much about them.

“Of course, that doesn’t matter now, does it, because tonight we’re here to enjoy her outstanding nakedness, the horror she faces in our ring, used and abused by these two charming naked little girls, and to witness the exciting end to this beautiful bitch’s illustrious career, as she is reduced, for your pleasure, to a piece of meat!”

Hearing that, Helen sagged in her bindings, her high spike heels turning on their side. It had not for a moment occurred to her she was going to become the subject of more than this nude whipping. She had not considered they might kill her. She was going to be a snuff victim!

This had to be the work of Martha, who was one of the most devious, malicious women she had ever met. She suddenly began screaming obscenities, looking up to the overhead booth, directing them to Martha and Jackson, and quickly got the crowd screaming back at her.

The two naked burly men who had helped her up to the platform and into the ring were now back, and they had a mission. One of them grabbed her head and held it back, while he used a tool to clamp the end of her tongue and pull it out as far as possible.

He then took a four-inch metal spike and drove it down through the top of the bitching muscle in her mouth until the broad head lay flat on top of her tongue, and the sharp point appeared from the bottom of her oral bitching muscle, and down through her lower lip.

The tip of the spike emerged with a bloody stain below her chin. She was now incapable of speech. The mature voluptuous woman bound in the rack proved to be a magnificent specimen for extreme sexual abuse, and the eager audience was going to witness her punishment.

She was quivering and bucking with a sustained orgasm, more sexually excited than she had ever before been. With her tongue pulled so far forward and distressed, all Helen could manage to produce was a series of gurgling gasps. They were making a mockery of her voluptuous feminism.

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The gorgeous once powerful woman, now naked and fully constrained, was for the first time in her life silenced. The men tipped the rack that held Helen and laid it down on the canvas so that she was face down, her large breasts bulging obscenely as they bore her weight.

The men lifted her shapely hips, revealing in the deep hollow between her buttocks her raised puckered rectum, and below it her beautiful cunt. Her entire groin area was completely hairless, just like a little girl’s, the way audiences liked it, and with her freshly fucked cunt standing open and her erect clit elevated, she looked appropriately obscene.

The men took the whips from the two nude seven-year-old girls and climbed off the ring platform, standing aside, ready when needed. Now the MC took over, working from a pre-developed plan he had received from Martha, with detailed instructions on what she required to occur.

He began by instructing the two little girls on what they were to do.

“Lea, I need you to get down and thrust your fist right into her cunt,” he said, “Not just to put it in, but we want to see you give her the deepest and most powerful fist fuck you can manage!”

Lea grinned. She had been in this womb before and was quite happy to be able to return her fist to the warm moist female cavity. She was going to insert two and maybe three fingers into the bitch’s cervix and give her a good workout with her fingernails as well.

As he spoke he moved around behind the naked Chink Li, who was standing ready in her spike heels, and with his fingers, he spread her slender buttocks to reveal her puckered little rectum. He spit on the flared head of his large erection and pressed it into the hollow of her ass cheeks.

Holding her hips in a firm grip, he pulled her down onto his shaft, which spread the little bud, and then his broad penis entered her anus, extending it wide, and continued on to fill her colon. The child squealed with the pain of entry, but it was clear she was not new to rectal invasion by a man’s cock.

Lea knew what she wanted to do to this securely restrained bitch with the spiked tongue. Ms. Helen could no longer tell her what she had to do. She would make the woman scream even if it meant ripping her tongue on that spike. That would serve the bossy cunt right!

“Fucking right, sir!” the beautiful naked 7-year-old replied to the MC’s orders, “That bitch is not just a lump of shit, she’s nothing but fucking diarrhea!”

She no longer felt any restraint in her potty mouth or use of obscene language and was excited with her newly found freedom.

She could do whatever she felt like, no matter how damaging or how much it hurt the mature cunt. From all the violent videos she and her mother had watched she knew what a woman was for, and that her prime reason to exist was to be made to suffer for the enjoyment of an audience, whether live or on television.

With everybody in the arena watching, Lea did something she had only done before when she thought her mother wasn’t looking. She would put her hand to her naked groin and run her finger through the slot of her cuntlet to gather any moisture, and then put that finger in her mouth to enjoy the taste of her essence. She loved it!

Standing here in the ring in front of the bound woman she had whipped, naked and in the extra high heels they had provided her, she put her hand down, but before reaching her vagina she remembered what she was feeling, the stinging pepper juice on her little quim, making it open and flare.

That juice would sting her mouth, so she reached between her legs and stuck her middle finger into her rectum. She had been flushed before entering the ring, as the producer of her show did not want either of the little girls dropping solid waste while they were fighting. That would be, in her limited view, bad form.

She wiggled the middle finger inside herself, making a show of collecting whatever moisture she encountered, and then pulled the finger out of her anus and held it high, saluting the audience with an obscene gesture that brought a laugh at the impudent young girl in the ring. She was a true entertainer.

Her finger then went directly into her mouth, and she made a show of savoring her juices. She did an obscene dance as she sucked her finger, and at the climax released a small squirt of her pee onto the canvas. It didn’t much matter, because there were dried blood, urine, and even shit stains from earlier bouts when girls beat the piss out of each other.

She then had another idea. Her hand returned to her naked groin, and she now rubbed her hand firmly over her cuntlet, collecting stinging hot pepper juice. It had been liberally applied to last throughout the show, and there was some she could get just by rubbing.

Being owned by her audience, free to do whatever she knew would excite them, was a concept she loved. Lea felt like a star, a rough, degenerate sex performer. Once in the ring, she was unrestrained, and she knew her owners in the audience needed her to be cruel, nasty, and brutal.

The hot pepper juice that stung and swelled her little slit of a vagina would hurt much more inside the mature cunt of the woman she was about to fist. She loved the way Ms. Helen tried to scream with that spike through her tongue, and she would make her want to scream a lot more.

“A deep, deep fist fucking of the filthy bitch’s cock-sucking cunt for everyone’s entertainment coming up,” she loudly proclaimed, “And a finger into her cervix, too!”

If what she said was filthy, it didn’t have to make sense, she knew the audience would love it, and the cheering that followed proved it.

She got to her knees, thighs spread for maximum presentation of her pepper-stinging cuntlet, and began her invasive task. Her mother Leanne had taught her how to fist fuck a woman, and she was not only very good at it but loved the feeling of power it gave her.

She worked her hand into Ms. Helen’s inviting cunt, delivering the added shock of pepper juice to the delicate membrane that lined the bitch’s cock-holster fuck-shaft. It was easy to do, as the woman’s constant orgasms and thorough fucking a few minutes ago had dampened and opened her vulva so that it was an easy entry.

She knew how excited Ms. Helen was from the way the bound bitch’s experienced cunt grasped her invading wrist. Once in, her little fingers easily found the large dimple of the woman’s cervix, and with rapid rubbing she began to worry it, probing, poking, and spreading what pepper juice remained on her finger until she managed to get a finger inserted.

The feeling of Helen’s inner space inside the cervix, the uterus, where people’s hands were never meant to go, was incredibly soft, a feeling that thrilled her. She was now fingering the lining intended to host fertilized eggs. With persistence Lea managed to get a second and then a third finger into the highly distressed woman’s inner gonad.

The pain the resulting stretch of the opening produced, along with the added burning of the hot pepper, brought new and powerful squealing responses from the bound and spread tongue-pierced bitch. Lea saw this as progress and worked the fourth finger through the tight cervical sphincter.

Her tightly jammed fingers were severely gripped by Helen’s tight cervix, but the naked child was not yet done. She stuck her thumb between the pack of fingers and pushed it as hard as she could. Slowly it moved, and with all the energy she could muster, Lea worked her thumb in so that the entire hand slid forward.

When she had gained entry with her entire hand inside the bitch’s uterus, the cervix squeezed hard on her narrow wrist, as the cunt did her forearm. The space was smaller than she imagined from the drawings, and it felt incredibly soft and gentile, which she was not going to be.

“My hand is right in, I’m fist fucking her uterus now, sir!” she announced.

That was obvious, as her arm was into the bitch’s cunt almost to the elbow. She had a sudden inspiration. In her homeschooling, her Mom had shown her detailed diagrams of the inner workings of the female gonads.

Lea spread her hand so that her little finger and thumb moved as wide apart as she could get them. One by one she found the small entries to the fallopian tubes on opposite sides of the uterus, and with a great deal of pressure and twisting of her hand she was able to get her extended finger and thumb to enter them.

“I can feel the stinking cunt’s fucking ovaries!” she announced, “They’re right at the tip of my fingers!”

The crowd went wild. This beautiful, innocent-looking naked little girl was giving them an outstanding sex show. The way the woman bucked in her binding on the rack made it appear she was fucking the child’s invading arm.

In the booth overhead Martha, Jackson, and Billy were rapidly masturbating, and the men suddenly jetted their semen onto the glass window. The men and women in the audience below were too engaged in the action in the ring to notice. Most of the men also had their penises in their fists and were pumping their rigid organs hard.

Martha promptly moved forward with her tongue and cleaned the glass, swallowing the male cream she gathered. She didn’t like to waste male sperm, and the men were pleased to see her doing her cuntly duty. The child below them was performing better than she had planned, demonstrating a filthy imagination, and she knew there was more to come.

With her finger and thumb impossibly stretching the woman’s fallopian tubes, Lea could now grasp the end of the uterus. She pulled to test this and was delighted she could move the organ her hand occupied. It was an amazing feeling of power, and she determined she was going to pull the whole gonad assembly out of the bound bitch.

This was not an easy task, but the little girl felt that with the backing of the audience, she could do anything. She knew the audience wanted her to do whatever she liked, the meaner the better. Ms. Helen began to realize what a little monster the girl was, fisting her, causing outrageous bursts of pain, and she was helpless to do anything about it.

The proud bisexual woman with such an incredible range of interests and capabilities was the victim of the organization she had done so much to help build. She had thought the Oriental kid Chink Li was the monster, performing sword impalement of a bound and gorgeous aristocratic German woman on that video she’d seen.

When little Lea had repeated the operation on her mother, Helen thought it was just because of conditioning and coercion, but the pretty foul-mouthed little cunt was now showing her inventiveness, making it up as she went along, proving herself to be at least as hard-hearted as the chink kid. She showed enormous potential. Holy fuck!

Throughout the audience, men were now ejaculating as they saw the naked little girl pumping her fist deep into the womb of the bound and squealing Ms. Helen. What they did not realize was she was jerking on the bitch’s inner gonads, and with some effect was slowly but steadily lurching them loose.

The outrageous naked little girl Lea, kneeling in her spike heels was, to the delight of the large size audience of jaded gamblers, physically spaying the bound naked bitch, and was doing it the hard way! The precocious child had come such a long way in such a short time.

Little Lea, incredibly advanced for her seven years of age, was now a proven professional-style cunt killer. Her mother, who she had willingly killed with the MotherFucker sword up her cunt in a spectacular show, had prepared the little cuntlet well, giving her the tools, tastes, and knowledge she needed to become an efficient entertaining cunt killer. Lami Pi retreat was reaping the benefits.

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Lea, her arm driven deep into Ms. Helen’s cunt and further through her cervix, had a powerful grip on the woman’s uterus, and in a series of rapid jerks was able to move it. Maintaining her grip, she put her feet on either side of the big arm-stuffed vagina, and added the strength of her legs to the task, with amazing results.

The audience went wild when she managed to pull the mature woman’s uterus right out, and in the process inverted the woman’s fuck tube so that it stood out of her like a horse’s long thick cock. This was so outrageous it redefined obscene. The big bitch, face down on the rack and with her ass propped up in the air, looked like she was equipped to fuck the huge cunt of a cow with her inverted organ.

Lea stood and thrust her arms and bloodied fists in the air in victory, but the show was nowhere near over. The MC instructed Chink Li to use her bare foot to push the inverted cunt back into the woman, and the child immediately complied, lying on her side and kicking the distended cunt-meat to push it back in.

Ms. Helen did not make the task of organ replacement easy, as she was bucking, twisting, and heaving in agony from the attention of first one child’s hand and now the other’s foot. Chink Li persisted, and with a great deal of kicking finally got the big bitch’s inner cunt-meat to return to its home.

“I need you to get your foot into her cunt,” the MC instructed, “Push it in all the way.”

Chink Li understood and pushed the front half of her foot in until it jammed into the vaginal opening. She then began a twisting motion and, and bit-by-bit got the foot further in until at last her heel slid into the bound naked adult woman’s tortured cock-holster.

As she worked the MC grabbed Lia and lifted her off the mat, holding her by the waist facing him. She could see what was coming and spread her legs to accommodate him. The flared head of his large penis found the open vestibule of her cuntlet, and using her weight, he lowered her onto his throbbing fuck shaft.

With no choice in the matter, she took him in. The pepper on her lower lips burned his penis, but his comfort was of no concern to anyone. He was doing exactly as Ms. Martha, the big boss, had instructed him. He wore a wireless receiver in his ear, and she was calling the shots from the overhead booth, as Billy smoothly stroked his large penis into her cunt.

Lea wrapped her slender legs around the MC to grip him and keep her position. She started moving up and down on his stout shaft to give the adult man in the tuxedo top and top hat a professional ball-draining fuck. As Chink Li’s foot finally found its way into Helen’s big squeezing cunt, the MC began blasting a fresh load deep into the womb of his pretty little naked and fully cooperative child mount.

The two burly assistants re-entered the ring and grabbed the sides of the rack holding Ms. Helen in place. They lifted, turned it, and replaced it on the canvas so that the bitch was now face up. The turn was tough on Chink Li, forcing her to rotate as well to maintain her composure with her foot buried in the bitch’s cunt.

The MC was now spurting gobs of cum as he withdrew from the tight cunt of Lea, who he put down.

“Now that your cuntlet is lubricated, I need you to sit on the woman’s face, using your buttocks to cover her mouth and your semen-leaking cuntlet to cover her nose. We need to deny the big bitch air, and make her stop breathing.”

“You bet, Mister! I’m going to suffocate the stinking bitch with my fucking cunt!” Lea said and dropped to straddle the head of her victim.

As instructed, she spread her buttocks over Ms. Helen’s mouth, feeling the distended tongue pressing against the flower of her rectum, and ensuring there was no way air could be drawn through her ass crack.

She then moved her moist and flared cuntlet forward to cover the woman’s nose, and instead of air, the extremely distressed woman drew in the MC’s semen. As Ms. Helen struggled to breathe, Lea again took inspiration from her television viewing, and she began to pee into the woman’s nose.

With no control, Ms. Helen drew the child’s stream of warm urine directly into her lungs and began to slowly drown. The burning pepper juice from the child’s cuntlet was of no consequence as the burning in her lungs took over. Lea took pleasure in feeling the struggles of the woman below her begin to fade.

At last, the cunt beneath her sagged, effectively suffocated, and now no longer alive. Naked little Lea had drowned the big mean woman with a flood of her pee! She leaped to her feet, and once more thrust her fists in the air as she danced up on tiptoe in victory.

When the naked child had danced around the ring, the MC once more grabbed her. This time he dropped to the canvas, the child under him, and stimulated to action by the naked little girl’s sexual and erotic appearance, again thrust his raging penis into her little vagina.

Ramming his drug-enhanced rigid erection into her in a rapid fucking motion, he gave little Lea a fuck too long remember. The feisty seven-year-old attempted to fuck him back with the motion of her hips, but her range was limited by his weight. He quickly reached orgasm, and then groaning noisily, ejaculated another load of his thick semen into her depths, to the raucous cheering of the men in the audience.

Already there was a dead woman in the ring, victim of an outrageous suffocation kill, and there were still two naked children to be accounted for. This was the kind of widely varied sport the boisterous cheering had paid so much and come so far to witness, and there was much more to come. This evening nobody would be disappointed.

Jackson had moved from his chair, and using Martha’s hair as a handle, he pulled her head around so that she knelt on all fours as Billy had her skirt raised and was pumping his big cock into her rectum. Jackson pulled down his fly and put the head of his penis into her willing mouth.

He was going to give his wife a deep face fuck, something the two friends had done often with her recently. Martha had developed a taste for his semen, which he usually deposited directly into her stomach, but when he had satisfied himself he pulled his penis out of her mouth.

Whenever he finished giving his wife a deep-throat fuck, there were always several extra spurts she took into her mouth to savor. Jackson was always generous with his semen, and Martha was often the recipient, although he satisfied his penis in the three fuck holes of many females of all ages.

“Getting that little chink kid into our stable was a good move,” Jackson said, “I’m glad you were able to obtain her. Your contacts did great work in tracking her down and getting hold of her for us, along with the director who produced the snuff video that introduced her to us.

“The producer’s an ugly fucking bitch, but in my opinion almost all chink cunts are, and this one has a great flare for the dramatic in producing these outrageous snuff videos for us. That’s what we need, and she’s the cunt to get it done so everyone watching will be masturbating hard, seeing the surprising action.

“Helen did great work in recruiting that other kid Lea and her mother. I’d thank her, but now that she’s been reduced to an attractive lump of dead meat in the ring, she’d miss hearing me. At least the cunt went out entertaining our guests with her death, suffocated by the cunt of that kid. That was Martha’s idea. Thanks, Martha.”

Billy chuckled, and Martha said nothing, as her mouth was full of Jackson’s rigid pumping penis, fully extended and now driving down to occupy her throat.

“Cunts are my specialty,” Billy said, although he was at the moment pumping his prick into the depths of Martha’s rectum.

“Think nothing of it. I love bringing in a fresh supply of cunt. As it turned out, those two were very satisfying acquisitions”

Jackson’s penis was now lodged deep in Martha’s throat and was blocking her bronchial tubes, depriving her of air. She loved the feeling of near suffocation, and he was providing her with a major rush. Her lungs were aching, and she had no idea how long it would take him to ejaculate and withdraw.

“I know you like fucking my wife,” Jackson said, “But I think I’ll retire her from that role, let the cunt join her friend Helen in enjoying the fires of Hell, and I’ll promote my young cunt psychologist to be my new wife. I’m ready for some fresh thinking. You’ll likely find her a good fuck as well.

“This young psychologist bitch Jeannie Collins has some great ideas, in addition to being a marvelous fuck. That’s proving to be a great combination. She’s an outstanding young woman,” he added, “and is not only a merciless sadist but also has strong masochistic tendencies.

“She’s proven to be a great acquisition, and the bitch fucks like a fucking mink. In the meantime, we’ll have to kill Martha, of course, because divorces are messy, take time, and I’m no fucking bigamist.”

“Jackson, your deep throat fucking her, preventing her from breathing, is causing her anus to spasm rapidly on the base of my dick,” Billy said, “And it feels great! I can’t wait to feel the effect of her death throes. It’s too bad I can’t feel what’s going on with her cunt at the same time. I can only fuck one hole at a time, but I bet it would be terrific.”
CHAPTER 61 – Little Girl on Little Girl

In the ring below them, the MC pulled his penis out of Lea and stood up, allowing the naked child to stand as well. Chink Li’s foot had become jammed in Ms. Helen’s cunt when the frame had been turned, and now her heel was stuck against the dead bitch’s pelvic bone, keeping her foot trapped in the big defunct woman’s engulfing cunt.

“Okay, kids, great job!” the MC said to Lea when he picked up his microphone, “She’s dead as a fucking doornail! Now you got that done, it’s time for you to fight each other, because I need one of you kids, and the fans do as well, to kill the other one, and make her as dead as Ms. Helen here.

“The audience needs to see another exciting cunt killing, this time of one of you naked little girls, and there’s no rush to get it done. You both know what this wonderful sport is all about and if you don’t want it to be you that gets herself killed, then you’d better get to work killing the other pretty little cuntlet with your sword!”

Lea saw the tremendous advantage she had in her opponent being unable to get up, her foot stuck in Ms. Helen’s cunt. She was, as he had said, in no hurry. She turned and faced the audience.

“Hi, everybody, you amazing fans of us bare-naked kids killing each other!” she said.

“My name is Lea, spelled L E A, and to be right you need to say it Lee-yah, short and sweet, just like I am. I like being nude in the ring, showing off my bare naked cunnie to and even my bum hole to everybody, just like you like to see it. You might call me a fucking show off!”

That drew a laugh from the crowd. She spread her legs, rotated her pelvis forward so that everyone in the audience had a great view of her pretty little vagina, and used her fingers to pull her naked little cuntlet open, to display the pinkness of her moist vestibule.

“Nice cunt, Lea, the whole fucking thing!” a man at the front shouted so all could hear. There were echoes expressing agreement. She smiled and released several small spurts of pee in recognition of the compliment. Little Lea was nothing if not an exceptional sex exhibitionist showgirl. She wet her bare feet in the fresh little puddles of her urine.

Without the spike-heeled shoes she usually wore, she felt she could not effectively kick Chink Li without hurting her feet, so she used her bare heels to stomp on the sides and belly of her naked opponent. When she felt ribs, she realized there was a new vulnerability, and began pounding her heels into the cage of slender bones protecting the girl’s lungs, audibly cracking a few of them.

When Chink Li started screaming at her, Lea drove a heel with all her strength into the girl’s face, smashing her beautiful nose. This was war, and breaking the cunt’s nose was just a start if she was to kill the little bitch, as she knew she must. Little jets of blood jetted from the nostrils of the seven-year-old Chinese nude and covered her lower face.

“Fuck You!” Chink Li screamed at Lea, and kicked her free leg upward between Lea’s, striking a direct and powerful blow to the little girl’s puffy cuntlet.

The audience could see how much that kick hurt the child, and her sharp scream filled the showroom, piercing through the noise of the excited crowd.

“You fucking shit-face!” Lea shrieked, doubling over as her set of internal gonads sent an explosion of pain through her groin.

She couldn’t believe how much that kick to her sex-meat hurt. That slant-eyed bitch of a cunt was going to have to pay big time for that, and she was now more determined than ever to make it happen.

Chink Li twisted and struggled to free her leg, but the foot was entrapped, held fast in the dead grip of Ms. Helen’s cunt, the heel caught firmly, jammed behind the dead bitch’s pubic bone. There was no way past it, she was going to have to fight Lea from the floor.

She grabbed one of Lea’s ankles and jerked it forward, causing the white girl to lose her balance and drop to the canvas, but because she had pulled the leg forward, Lea’s ass and cunt hit her on her bleeding face. This was completely disgusting. No chink, not even a fucking kid, should have to put up with this.

Both girls screamed on impact, but it was Chink Li who took the damage. In preparation for the fight, both girls had their hair pulled back into a high-mounted ponytail, held in place by a clip. Chink Li put her arm back to her ponytail, and realizing she might have been given a weapon, grabbed the big clip from her hair.

With her other hand, she grasped Lea’s ponytail and jerked her head backward, then claimed her foe’s clip as well, to disarm her. She would have less of an advantage if they both had weapons. She opened the clip and was delighted that it spread into a well-disguised knife. And she had two of them!

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In the overhead booth, Billy was reaching orgasm in Martha’s rectum, driven by the frantic flailing of the bitch’s limbs as she uselessly struggled for air. She was using muscles she didn’t know she had in her futile attempt to breathe. Martha was aware she was in grave danger.

Her husband’s firm pulsing penis perfectly blocked any progress in relieving the incredible pain in her lungs. It was all working to the men’s advantage. In her total desperation, she was giving both men a Royal fuck, their raging cocks pumping passionately in her rectum and throat. They were taking full advantage of their deadly control over her.

The lack of oxygen to her brain and muscles now took its toll, and her efforts markedly diminished. As he felt the life drain from her, Jackson saw no further need for restraint and ejaculated directly into his dying wife’s stomach. He would let the entire load go down her throat, as she was no longer capable of tasting his essence.

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It was now time to get this done.   Lea grabbed Chink Li’s free leg that was held upright and pulled it up to her prone opponent’s head.  That spread her groin, and getting down onto her knees, with a rapid thrust, she managed to get her whole hand right up into the Oriental bitch’s cunt.

She rapidly jabbed her middle finger at the child’s cervix, and with a powerful thrust sunk it into the girl’s immature internal organ. Before she could scratch the interior of her uterus with her nails, Chink Li slashed downward with one of her weapons, cutting a deep groove across Lea’s back.

Lea screamed at the unexpected pain, and immediately jerked her hand free of the engulfing cuntlet.  The sudden evacuation caused the female organ to remain open, and Lea managed to violently smash her heel into the expanded vestibule of the gaping child-cunt.

The other clip blade slashed across Lea’s upper right arm and her chest, slicing the meat where some day a set of tits should grow, possibly as large as her mother’s.  That ever happening was now in doubt.  Lea twisted on her back, and kicked her heel at the side of Chink Li’s head with such force she broke off some teeth and broke the screaming Oriental child’s jaw.

Her heel kicked again, this time at the prone chink’s wrist, and the force of the blow caused the foot-trapped child to drop one of the hair-clip blades she grasped.  Lea spun again, and stretching to the limit, reached the freed blade.  Now they were both armed.

Chink Li’s blade slashed an angry deep gash across Lea’s tummy, cutting a deep trench across the naked little girl’s tightly stretched bacon, ripping her tummy open, revealing her internal tight pack of snake-like girlie-guts.  This was becoming deadly serious.

Twisting in agony, Lea returned the favor, slicing a deep trench right across Chink Li’s stretched belly, opening her slender torso across the front as well.  The audience was delighted to see both girls had ripped each other open.  This was the action they were talking about!

They had come hoping to see fresh kiddie guts spilled, and that was about to happen. These precocious naked seven-year-old girls were not going to disappoint them!  In what was turning into a bloody battle, they were now going after and about to expose their fresh child viscera!

Both of the nude girls arched their backs in agony, and this caused their parted belly meat to spread open. As they turned and twisted they both produced small gleaming loops of their moist inner tubing.  This was the beginning of what could rapidly become total disembowelment.  Fresh gleaming intestines were now being displayed by them both!

Struggling, Lea got to her feet, but before she was up Chink Li got her fist out and grabbed the emerging loop of intestine from Lea’s split belly.  With a jerk she brought out more, and used her opponent’s guts as a leash.  Not to be outdone, Lea bent forward and grabbed the emerging loop of Chink Li’s intestine and pulled much more free.

This nude kiddie fight had suddenly turned into a highly entertaining and lethal evisceration contest.  The audience went mad with carnal lust watching the two naked little girls jerking the intestines out of each other.  Who would have guessed Lami Pi Productions would come up with such an event?  This was extreme pornographic entertainment at its best.

They had both dropped their clip knives in favor of jerking out as much of the other’s bowels and organs as possible.  Both were meeting with outstanding success.  Both stomachs were now out, and their livers and kidneys were visible through the expanded opening of their radically ripped bellies.

Adult women had far more viscera to contribute to such a grossly obscene show, but the entrails of the little girls were much more delicate, and the audience loved watching them disemboweling each other, behaving as if they were carnally corrupted adults.

Suddenly Chink Li struggled to reach up, thrust her arm into the open cavity of Lea’s chest, reached up between her lungs, and grabbed her white opponent’s heart.  With a powerful heave, she jerked the beating organ out!  This was insane!  She bit through the main artery, and blood spurted out like a fountain.

Lea collapsed on top of her, falling across Chink Li’s head, and now the other gutted little combatant was unable to get air.  As Lea bled out her lifeblood, her anus opened and a warm lump of shit emerged, dropping onto the screaming chink’s face.

Her Asian opponent pissed, struggling frantically to get her head free to get air, with the warm shit log filling her mouth, but Lea’s position over her made that impossible. Gradually the game little Oriental girl sank to the relaxed posture of death, with Lea quickly following her.

Both girls died rather quickly, to the cheering of the audience who had paid so much, and gambled much more, to witness this incredible event that produced so much delightful kiddie-gore. This was live pornography at its very best, thanks to Lami Pi Productions.

The MC climbed back into the ring, and to give the audience a final thrill, drew his forty-five and began shooting into the three naked corpses, causing them to buck and leap by the power of impact of the large bullets.  Even in death Ms. Helen and the two little girls she favored were able to put on a show for the heinous organization’s insatiable guests.  It turned out gore was not enough for them.

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Jackson and Billy stood facing the glass that hid them from the audience below.  Both men, their pants off, were pumping their rigid erections with passion, and gripping firmly the base of their penises as they rapidly pumped them, in unison ejaculated onto the glass.

This had been a particularly satisfying evening for them both, and they now knew for certain they were sitting on a fucking goldmine.  They were earning millions at this remote resort. It was clear to them both that Lami Pi Productions was just getting started.  Who knew how far it would go?

CHAPTER 62 – And Now for Jeannie

Jeannie Collins heard of the death of both Ms. Helen and Martha soon after they occurred, although not the details on how they died. She saw this not as a disaster, as it appeared to be. Instead, she saw it as an opportunity to step up in the hierarchy of Lami Pi Productions.

She was interested, game, and fully capable of filling the role of either of them, at least in her assessment of her skills. Those women had filled important roles in running the Lami Pi operation, and it was clear to her there was a need she was fully capable of filling.

Having slept on it, Jackson Avery had another idea, having changed his mind since killing Martha. That act had pleased him, particularly as he had killed her while his friend Billy was pounding her up the ass with his substantial erection.

As Henry Ford had once said, “I have a better idea!”

Jackson had built for himself an incredibly opulent suite on the island, and he and Billy summoned the vivacious and voluptuous Jeannie Collins to join them. She arrived full of expectations, knowing she was the right choice for at least one of the new vacancies in senior staff.

At thirty-two and with several years of experience at the Lami Pi retreat, she was fully apprised of the organization’s devious operations and had created several new events that were now part of the regular fare on the retreat’s stages, where delightful little girls regularly met violent deaths as part of the entertainment she had so proudly designed.

She was both a cunning and stunning cunt, with a great future in the organization and was eager to move up now that the two major executive cunts had completed their careers. The developer, Jackson Avery, loved her and fucked her regularly. She was as much an insider as any woman could be.

Jackson and Billy were reclining in lounge chairs, both partially undressed, wearing only their socks and open shirts, so that their raging erections were in full view. She was wearing only her excessively high six-inch spike heels, which did so much for her amazing legs and posture.

She also wore a tight-fitting grey tube dress that covered only the essentials, revealing the best of her remarkable figure. Her breasts bulged into an outstanding, in virtually every way, eye-popping cleavage, and the far-too-short skirt covered little of her round smooth buttocks.

“Lose the dress, sweetie,” Jackson said, “We’re hoping you’d like to dance for us. We’re looking for a solo show featuring extreme obscenity, showing us those big mammaries flopping like you’re trying to shake them off, and giving us a view into the depths of your lovely womb and anus. I want that cunt stretched so wide we’ll both be able to see you make that deep dimple of your cervix wink at me! You can do that, can’t you, cunt?”

Jeannie loved a challenge and was a total exhibitionist, willing to show it all whenever anyone was interested, and if they were not, was fully capable of making them interested. She was in every respect a sex bomb, the kind of cunt that livened up any party she attended.

She had even squatted and took a shit for her audience during performances at a few uninhibited parties when she knew some of the people were into that. At one of them, she had, with considerable encouragement, even picked up and took a generous bite of her stool.

One of the excited female guests reached forward and stuffed a thousand-dollar bill into her cunt, to get her to eat the entire lump of her offal. Grinning like a pig, she did just that, and chewed it well before swallowing it, proving to her audience she was indeed a cunt for hire, with no visible boundaries.

She knew Jackson and Billy were mostly into tits, cunts, and assholes, and she had all three available for their viewing pleasure. Jackson used a remote to start some heavy rock music going with a medium tempo and driving beat. She immediately picked up the rhythm with obscene, more than suggestive movements of her naked body.

“Good girl,” Billy said, “Let’s see how hard you can flop those big tits against your shoulders and ribs!”

He wanted to take her quickly into the pain region, something he knew the bitch loved. Jeannie was excited as she bent her knees and flopped her big tits up and down, slapping her body hard above and below them, until they gave her pain.

She screamed in excitement at the thought of where she was going and could feel moisture gathering as her cunt swelled with the passion she was experiencing. She reached her right arm back and thrust the middle finger up into her rectum, masturbating her eager anus to provide another pleasure source to her raging carnal lust.

Her eyes were closed with internal rapture, her surging senses stimulated from all quarters. She was not prepared for the sudden sting of a whip striking the swelling lips of her cunt. Jackson had surprised her, which was not unusual, and she was aware he knew she loved these vicious surprises. Jeannie was both a sadist and a masochist.

She turned to face him, spreading her bent knees to present her tummy and cunt to his whip, knowing he would not have any mercy for her, as he was simply satisfying his lust. She was now just a sex object to him, and demonstrating her unreserved masochism, the gorgeous naked bitch in heels was perfectly happy to be his unprotected whipping post.

She was surprised that Billy also produced a whip. This time she saw it coming, as her eyes were wide open to enjoy the violent thrashing that was coming. Both men stood, their cocks at full attention, to enable fully powered blows with their horsewhips. Jeannie was their whipping horse and loved that role.

The suite was not only large but also had a high ceiling, allowing the men to swing their whips as far as possible, and they did as they went at her beautifully presented naked female flesh. Leanne screamed appropriately with each powerful blow of the whips, and quickly her entire body was covered with ugly high, and rising welts.

Droplets of blood emerged where welts crossed, and this new and expected development proved to excite the men more than satisfy them. They swung their whips with fury, and as they flailed her, she pissed as she screamed in excitement. This was far harsher than any treatment she’d received in her more than four years on the island.

As they whipped her, Jeannie was delighted to see the half-naked men were excited enough to begin to ejaculate as they swung. She was making them cum! They were both loaded with the stimulant and sustaining drug that allowed for almost endless semen production. She didn’t know it, but Jackson and Billy were just getting started.

Jackson put down his whip while Billy continued to slash at her nakedness, striking her legs, groin, tummy, back, flailing arms, and bouncing breasts with a passionate rage, leaving only her gorgeous face unmarked. He was saving her head for another purpose.

She suddenly froze as Jackson returned, dragging a long shiny stainless steel impaling pole behind him. They were going to kill her! The realization hit her like a ton of bricks. This was not an unreasonable thing to happen on this island retreat, and she had personally planned, supervised, and even taken part in many erotic killings.

This was different. She was a senior staff, the organization’s professional sexuality psychologist, and was not an expected target. Fucking shit, this was fucking hot. Her Masters were going to have her ride this shaft as a pole dancer, with the pole riding up through her body on the inside!

They led her into an adjoining room, one that served as Jackson’s office, and she screamed not from pain but from shock at what she saw. She had never seen this private room before. Along the wall were several mounted female heads, specially displayed by a skilled taxidermist.

Then the scream in her throat caught as she saw something even more shocking. There on the wall behind his desk were the heads of Ms. Helen and Martha, and on the other side of the room the heads of the two little girls who had fought to the death, Chink Li and Lea, as well as the head of Lea’s mother, Leanne, killed by her daughter’s sword.

She screamed again when she saw there was a space open that she was certain had been reserved for her head to be displayed along with the others. That was why neither Jackson nor Billy had struck her on the neck or face. They were not only going to impale her but were also planning to fucking decapitate her!

Knowing the situation had gone from desperate to impossible, her masochist side took over once more, and she screamed in wild, eager anticipation. This was for real. They were going to give her the honor of being displayed with the top females who made this organization so great! She was going to become a display item!

Billy moved in front of her and pulled her forward so her back was horizontal, putting her mouth at the level of his raging erection. He slapped her face so that she opened her mouth, and he thrust his rigid organ deep into her, entering her stretched throat.

Jackson moved behind her. Knowing what was coming, she had slightly spread her gorgeous legs, so that both her vagina and rectum were properly presented for what she knew was coming, her impalement. She had no idea which portal Jackson would choose.

He moved the rounded end of the bright steel shaft to the spread lips of her cunt, and he moved it, collecting vaginal moisture to lubricate the head. He then slid the cool metal upward through her rear groin, until the rounded point nestled in the puckered starfish fold of her anus.

Jackson had chosen to make a rectal entry into this gorgeous naked woman’s enticingly sexy torso. He lifted the heavy shaft so that it was parallel to the floor, and then with a twisting motion pushed it until the ring of her rectum gave up its resistance, and admitted the shaft into her colon.

Jeannie relaxed, knowing there was no positive outcome from struggling. She would rather enjoy the moment, knowing it to be her last. That was how things worked around here, and what she was used to. It was just so different for her, being the subject of the exercise. This was not her first preference, but in her position, she didn’t have a say.

Jeannie could feel the cool steel sliding relentlessly through her anus and up into her colon. It was as thick as any stool she had ever passed, but her rectum could accommodate it, as could her large and flexible colon. She was glad the colon was moist from recent generous semen deposits, so that the shaft didn’t stick, but slid into her smoothly.

She had personally supervised both the anal and vaginal impalement of several hand-picked beautiful screaming naked little girls for an audience in the show theater, as part of pre-fight entertainment to keep the crowd interested, and it did that.

Those impalement shows had all been conducted in the theater, public demonstrations before an audience. This special anal impalement of her gorgeous naked body by her Master Jackson in his private office, with only himself and his trusted business partner Billy present, seemed to her to be much more personal.

Her large free breasts were swinging wildly as Billy pumped his penis deep in her throat, and she could feel the large male organ swell as it began to ejaculate down into her stomach. Billy jerked it out, wanting her to remain alive and conscious of her impalement. and he spurted semen into her open eyes as a way of proclaiming his total mastery over her.

She gasped in air, knowing he was going to thrust his cock back into her throat, blocking her breathing, and that was precisely what he did. The pills he had taken before she arrived gave him rapid regeneration of his cum. He was ready to continue the rape of her face, and would soon produce another fresh load of his goo-like spunk.

Jeannie was being Mastered at both ends, with Billy thrusting his penis down her throat so violently that her whole body heaved with the action. Jackson was working the long steel shaft into her rectum, having only to hold it, as her body bucking to the face fucking she was taking caused her rectum to give the shaft a fucking action as well.

All Jackson had to do was to hold and guide it, as her hips were pumping on the shaft, working it in deeper. When the rounded steel tip reached the upper end of her colon at the sharp fold to the large intestine, Jackson gave the steel shaft an extra heavy thrust, timing the motion to match her hips coming back.

In this manner he used her strength to drive it through the wall of the bend, easily entering the shaft into the gut-packed space of her abdominal cavity. Because of the invasion of uncharted territory inside her, her intestine was tense, and perfectly sealed around the smooth surface of the shaft.

The seal of the gut wall to steel prevented any of her offal from leaking and potentially killing her prematurely. There would be time enough for that soon enough. The stainless-steel shaft was uniform in thickness, and lubricated by semen and the phlegm of her colon, slid easily into and through the confines of her shapely slender torso.

Jackson had impaled several naked ladies and girls at his Lami Pi Productions retreat and had become a master of the fine art of working a steel shaft up the internal length of a female torso without threatening her life, until he got up to the business end of things, the throat and head.

Jeannie was surprised that the shaft did not give her much internal pain, but instead, she could feel the rounded tip push aside her large and then small intestine, and rub against large internal organs such as her liver and kidneys. She knew her diaphragm would be no problem, as her Master was following the track of her intestine up to her stomach.

Now the large food-collecting pouch had been reached, and she knew there was a rupture to be made, as there had been in exiting the lower end of her large intestine, but now it would be trickier. She trusted her Master to pierce the wall of her stomach efficiently, and if the forced intrusion gave her a burst of pain, fuck it, she was good for it.

After all, being a captive woman or little girl at this retreat meant she was nothing more than a useless, disposable cunt, here for the pleasure of the patrons and the senior executives. Sex objects didn’t begin to describe how trivial she was in the scheme of things, and her comfort was of no interest to anyone. The suffering of naked females was the entire point of this retreat.

The naked and restrained psychologist Jeannie could feel the rounded end of the steel shaft poking and probing at her stomach, and knew Jackson was lining it up for a major thrust. This would be the beginning of the end for her. Jeannie Collins felt a deep sexual stirring inside, unlike anything she had felt before.

Her clit was quivering from her passion and caused the moisture to accumulate in the swelling vestibule of her cunt. Cunt moisture. Woman cum. This naked woman willfully taking the full-body impalement was approaching orgasm. The psychologist bitch was definitely in heat.

Jackson was ass-fucking her with the steel shaft, deeper than any man could ever enter a woman. Billy withdrew his raging cock from her throat and she desperately gasped in air, even as he continued to ejaculate, spurting fresh jets of his warm semen into her gaping mouth.

Her eyes were bulging, and her vision was blurred by semen from his earlier ejaculation into them. Tiny sperm swam in the coating over her eyes, causing a rippling effect on her vision. As a reminder of his power, he gave her eyes a second coating of his warm jism, refreshing the coating.

She felt a sudden brief burst of pain as the end of the shaft was thrust into her stomach from the bottom, and like her intestine, it formed a seal as the perfect hole spread to accept the steel shaft. She began an orgasm as the shaft began fucking her stomach from the inside.

This inhuman impalement was more deeply personal to her than any cruel whipping or rape could ever be. These men were her Masters! Jackson loved her, and it was his love that drove his lust to impale her like this, right here in his private office. Jeannie understood she was now a fucked bitch, and she loved it.

The shaft was moving the food inside her stomach around, and she could feel it poking as it worked its way toward her gullet. The swallowing mechanism at the bottom of her throat began to stretch as the invasive steel pole occupied it. She was still alive! This was fucking insane!

Aware the pole was most of the way through her, Billy did not put his penis back into her mouth, leaving her free to breathe her last as the pole would soon block the entrance to her bronchial tubes, the entry to her lungs. She continued to buck her hips back onto the pole, assisting Jackson in feeding it into her colon-slimed and semen-lubricated rectum.

Jeannie’s orgasm was now raging. She thrust her chin as far forward as possible to stretch her neck, to align it with the progressing internal impalement pole. She felt the shaft slide further between her lungs, and onward inside and stretching her throat. She would make this worth their while!

This head-forward position would provide the least resistance as the shaft entered and came up through her throat, which it was now doing steadily, until at last she could feel it cross the base of her tongue. Billy and Jackson cheered aloud as the tip of the shaft slowly but steadily emerged from the sex-driven female psychologist’s gaping mouth.

Jackson continued to push on it, and Jeannie was still fully alert, although no longer able to access air. A new pain suddenly struck her chest as he lungs craved for air. None was coming. Her orgasm peaked as Jeannie Collins knew she had breathed her last.

She batted her cum-filled eyes at him as Billy grasped the foot-long pointed end of steel that had come out of her mouth, and the two men lifted their impaled accomplishment high to celebrate the creative destruction of yet another beautiful woman. Another cunt had succumbed to their insatiable passion for killing bitches.

They smiled as her gorgeous legs kicked, the spike heels on her feet flailing in the air. and her open cunt dripped woman-cum. This bitch had proven to be a worthy find, and Jackson and his friend Billy had made satisfying use of this game cunt. They had picked well.

Jackson’s private office suite had been built for this kind of action, and they carried her to a spot near the entrance where there was a suitable hole in the floor to take the end of the steel pole, standing it upright. She would grace the entrance to his office intact on her pole for a few hours.

When he was ready the taxidermist would collect the dead bitch’s beautiful head and place it onto an ornate rosewood mount affixed with a bronze plaque bearing her name, to add her to Jackson’s growing collection of perfectly preserved female heads. She would look good on his wall.

Jackson kept the collection of mounted female heads on display in his private suite to impress suitable guests and investors. These were the heads of the most prominent females killed here, trophies that marked the success of the infamous island retreat.

This was a place where young women and little girls were suitably respected for their contribution to the entertainment through their exciting, gut-churning deaths, where these select females were honored for their contribution to the enjoyment and happiness of sadistic men and women.

There were always new cunts to conquer, and new exciting ways to demolish them for the good of the enterprise and the entertainment value their humiliation, pain, huge anguish, and deaths would bring. There were always fresh ideas on how to reduce women and girls to meat and trophies for the ongoing amusement their demise would bring to his paying audiences.

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