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Feature Writer: Regis
Feature Title: LAMI PI PRODUCTIONS 7 – 10
Published: 19.02.2024
Lami Pi Productions 7 – 10
CHAPTER 7 – Women Love The Hurting
The excited and sobbing children quickly discovered there was also no sympathy to be found from either their mothers or from the other women in the audience, most of them also young mothers, along with grandmothers. The ladies were all shrilly screaming encouragement, but none suggesting any kind of restraint.
The combative little girls responded admirably, doing their best to wreck more violence on each other. These normally polite women, including the girls’ mothers, were hysterical in their passion for damage. There was no doubt in Jackson’s mind they were out for blood. What had seemed relatively tame at first was becoming a blood sport.
Their mothers had put them here and were as excited as their friends to see their little beauties doing wounding harm to each other. Once it started, this was war, and it was as much about hurting as it was about being hurt. Every blow was cheered, and the room-filling noise made the excitement infectious.
It appeared to Jackson that it was as important to the girls’ mothers that their children receive hurtful punches as well as to give them. The little girls were too young to do very serious damage, but they did their best, and the audience at first saw the blows as cute and edgy. At one point both young mothers screamed encouragement to the girl pounding their shrieking child.
As the fight developed the young women in the audience were all screaming for more damaging strikes. It was not the winning that interested them, but the hurt each delivered to her opponent. The women in the audience appeared to find this kind of wanton cruelty sexually exciting.
The screams of the children let the ladies know how hurtful a kick or punch was, and they relished in the stinging blows the frantic little girls were doling out as well as taking. Knees slammed hard into the groin against the cuntlet were as common as punches, scratches, and head butts. These kids were serious sex fighters.
The short chain joining their collars kept the naked little girls within easy striking range of each other, and the brilliance of the design was that the only defense for the naked little girls in the ring was to strike back immediately and hard, sustaining the frenetic tempo of their fierce battle. And they both did.
Sherri acted like she was in total control, simply on the basis that she was a bit taller of the two, but little Tammy was feisty and gave her some great blows. The younger little girl was not making it easy for the six-year-old. She was most effective with her knees, and Sherri’s swelling cuntlet was the prime recipient of the hurtful blows.
Tammy’s knees were damp with Sherri’s urine from the hard repeated blows to her cuntlet, which was protected only by thin material of her slim, pee-soaked diaper. Because of her size, Sherri’s knee was too high to be effective in the groin of the shorter girl.
The fresh warm stool fell from five-year-old Tammy’s diaper onto the carpet as she swung wide, missing her target, and even as it rolled, she inadvertently stepped on it, with its thick brown muck squeezing up between her tiny toes. Her feet were busy moving, and everywhere her left foot came down she left another staining brown blotch of her fresh kiddie-poop.
‘Girls will be girls,’ Jackson thought, as he watched the hostess, grimacing at the mess being made on her carpet, squirting another spray of Febreze onto the freshly stomped kiddie-shit in an attempt to at least contain the offensive odor. This wildly amazing and violent sex sport had something in it for every taste.
‘Why am I not surprised the production of their poop is an important part of their humiliation in the ring?’ Jackson thought as he enjoyed the mayhem of the stimulating kiddie fight. Their mothers and their friends like to see it get radically mean and dirty, and little girl turds are certainly dirty.
The battered younger tot had involuntarily added what appeared in the video to be a more unexpected charm to the event by evacuating her colon yet again, producing yet another long steaming log of kiddie-shit. The stress of the fight had caused the delightful child to lose her bladder and anal countenance.
She had released both her pee and poop into her loose diaper, and it appeared the mothers and other women in the audience expected, were delighted by and not surprised by the squealing and shrieking child’s ready display of lost continence. The beating the game little girl was taking removed any of her physical restraint.
Of course, it was by design these kiddies would likely take a crap while they were being brutally pounded by other naked little girls. That was the sole reason for the partially view-blocking diapers. Properly revealing their ejection of their liquid and solid excrement, and views of their piss-squirting pussies required that the mess-control diapers be pinned on them very loosely.
It was also the reason the event’s hostess had a Febreze spray bottle close at hand. Production of their excrement was an expected reaction. Kiddie shit was a natural part of this kind of raw uncensored contest, accounting for the need for the little girls to be in diapers, even worn so loosely.
‘Accidents’ happened, particularly with such small children, who were very few years past their potty training, and with the use of diapers, the homeowner hosting the KidFight event hoped to reduce the amount of clean-up of the girls’ excrement she knew would be necessary when the others had left.
None of the others, all of them paying customers, would help her restore a clean, prim, and proper home, not even her paying friends. She was the one who had charged the others to attend, probably making a few thousand for her efforts, as well as getting half of the gambling take.
This was not the kind of mess she would want a hired party cleanup company to see. Poop and pee in her carpet would require some substantial scrubbing and cleaning, something well below the dignity of someone in her pay scale. There were some things a woman just had to do herself.
The spontaneous production of the little girl’s waste delighted the screaming ladies as much as the blood and snot that now came from both battered noses and tears that streaked their faces. Both girls were continuously crying and at the same time beginning to display raging anger.
Their kiddie fury resulted in attempts at revenge in the flurry of repeated blows they rained on each other, often to good effect. Both of them attempted to batter the cuntlet of the other, even though the skimpy diapers most wore provided a modicum of protection from their opponent’s pounding little fists.
The fight wasn’t over until the game little five-year-old Tammy had both eyes swollen shut and was so groggy from punches that she was unable to get back up onto her feet when she fell. Sherri threw her hands high in the air with relief and elation. Her thrilled mother entered the ring to celebrate.
She unclipped the chain from her daughter’s collar, and the joyous little girl ran a double victory lap in the small fight ring, losing her loose crap-filled diaper as she ran. She had produced a single tight turd during the fight, one that rolled across the ring when her diaper fell off, a child stool firm and dry enough that it left no track as it rolled.
Sherri was elated and was also still frantically sobbing. Her excitement got the better of her, and she experienced another unexpected bowel movement. When Sherri stooped to strike the downed Tammy again with her clenched fist, her tight buttocks parted wide, her anus opened, and she produced and dropped a second firm stink log.
She ignored the gross public indignity she had just committed, and she continued to pound her fists into the downed screaming toddler Tammy. Her flailing fists concentrated on the younger child’s ribs and temples, producing even more shrill and piercing screams, and another small pile of kiddie-crap.
When she was done with her fists, the now bottomless Sherri kicked the downed Tammy so hard in the chin that she knocked the younger kid unconscious. It was an unexpected extra but made the perfect ending for a violent naked kiddie fight. A knock-out was not expected, nor was it unusual.
The masturbating women that formed the audience were squealing their delight as they experienced raging, continuous orgasms. They had designed for themselves the perfect sexual stimulant, featuring their naked children. Jackson loved what he was seeing as much as the mothers did.
The young ladies loved this kind of powerful ending to a fight between naked little girls. It was clear to Jackson that once a young mother was hooked on this sport, she would be an easy mark for more extensive kiddie battles, demanding fights that promised much more severe and satisfying outcomes.
‘This is serious stuff!’ Jackson thought to himself. ‘It could easily be allowed to go so much further. What potential! I see terrific promise here for a profitable new industry, both with these relatively tame erotic kiddie-fight parties, as well as something far more productive, financially speaking.
He could produce naked kiddie fights with at the very least guaranteed extreme outcomes for the little loser, with the potential of moving up to possible snuff fights. What was to stop them? He was in charge, and called the shots, regardless. It would be his show, and the mothers would all be brought onside, one way or another.
He realized such show competitions would have to be conducted in a private place, with a vetted audience, in a venue where anything was possible. He had the ability, resources, and imagination to obtain such a place, both remote and accessible. The ideas were taking shape in his mind as he enjoyed his wife’s secret collection of videos.
He quickly pulled up another video, and then three more, putting them up split screen, allowing him to watch them all at once. At one point he brought up each on full screen for a moment to examine the people in the audience and saw his wife in one of these videos as well. What a cunt she was!
In two of the videos, featuring taller, more experienced eight-year-old girls, there were no diapers. These were fully nude encounters. The young girls’ beautiful, still hairless cuntlets were on full, unbridled display. There was nothing hidden. This was full-on blatantly displayed nudity of these young flowering beauties at its very best.
To exaggerate their appearance of nakedness, their child-like vaginas had been prepared, engorged by stimulation so that they stood open, their clit-hoods standing more outward than normal, and their inner lips, painted with lipstick, protruded like the open shell of a pink clam. This preparation made the children’s open cuntlets look more mature than they were.
The camera zoomed in for close-up shots of the profanely displayed child vaginas, a sight that prudes might find disturbing. Jackson’s penis surged at the sight, pressing hard to escape his pants. His large cock stood at full attention. He would love to seat his penis deep into these young cock-holsters. He was no prude.
CHAPTER 8 – Introduction to D-Ring Casinos
Jackson Avery’s second live experience with unbounded sexual violence was quite different from the male fight he had witnessed, and was much more sexually stimulating than the castration show he had attended in San Francisco. Seeing these videos firmed his resolve to produce his such shows.
The opportunity to attend this one, at a casino that featured such things, occurred when he was visiting another long-time client and friend, this one in Chicago, a man with the unlikely name of Billy Dickster. Billy was receiving a fresh shipment of beautiful fourteen-year-old Cambodian girls Jackson’s company was transporting for him.
Jackson knew better than to ask how they were obtained, or what was to be their fate. However, as in every case, he wanted to ensure there was no trouble with the shipment’s safe arrival. His reputation was built on ensuring no problems for his clients, and this particular one was no different.
This consignment was comprised of four shipping containers, each of them holding twenty-four properly bound, gagged, and well-sedated young girls. These special containers, identified by code, arrived on a small container ship, mixed among a regular consignment of legitimate shipping containers.
This was a critical feature of the successful shipment of human contraband and one mastered by Jackson Avery’s company. He had specially trained packing teams to drug and pack the young women and girls to be shipped, and they did so in a way that ensured the total safety of the human consignment.
The entire shipment was marked “bulk grain”. That ensured that nobody would open one in the hopes of finding cameras, televisions, or other valuable electronics, items that were always vulnerable to theft. Bulk materials were quite safe, and didn’t attract any attention from the few over-worked customs inspectors.
Such shipments’ import papers were always promptly rubber-stamped. As soon as the unsuspecting customs inspectors cleared them, the containers with the human cargo were loaded aboard Billy’s container trucks for speedy delivery to wherever he took such special merchandise.
Once the human cargo was retrieved from the containers and revived in satisfactory condition, Billy would hand Jackson a cashier’s check for the balance. Half had been paid in advance as a deposit to cover costs. This was an expensive means of shipping and had to be handled perfectly.
Jackson was in the transportation business, and safe, discrete delivery was all that concerned him. The quiet conveyance of illegal human merchandise was what had earned him his reputation in this profitable invisible side of his business, and it was what formed the backbone of his considerable wealth.
His good friend and client Billy Dickster was not an end user of the human cargo but was simply an agent and importer. He had the connections to arrange for whatever his clients required. They could be completely specific in what they needed, and Billy would ensure that was precisely what they received.
“You up for a friendly evening of gambling?” Billy asked him, “There’s a large casino here in Chicago that seems to fly below the radar. It’s one of many such establishments owned by the same chain with casinos around the world. Because of the nature of its business, most people know nothing of its existence or what happens inside. I think you might enjoy attending to get a small taste.
“I’d guess there are some healthy contributions made to the Mayor, Police Chief, and Prosecutor’s re-election funds, and I’m sure regular and healthy transfers to their bank accounts as well. Whatever the case, the D-Ring casinos always put on some outstanding and unconventional entertainment for the gamblers.
“This kind of operation cannot thrive without many palms being greased wherever they operate. They are experts in the fine art of greasing palms, with cash and with access to their casinos. They make the officials feel very important and treat them that way to keep them on board.
“Have you ever heard of D-Ring Casinos? The organization has been around for nearly one hundred years. It started in the United Kingdom, with an operation in a burro of London, but now is multinational. They operate around the world in major centers and have been here in Chicago for more than thirty years.
“They stay in the background for what I’d call obvious reasons. Many people who have lived in Chicago their entire lives have no idea this casino exists. People hear rumors, but those amount to nothing. What is amazing to me is that what goes on here far exceeds what is reported in the rumors.”
“I’ve heard of them, but never attended,” Jackson said, “I’d love to join you. I’ve also heard of their specialty, and always intended to get to one of their facilities, but have never made the time. I’ve heard they produce violent combative sports in which the beautiful naked female competitors don’t always survive.
“I understand, from what I’ve heard, that their adult entertainment is exceptional, and very well produced. Word has it they also serve excellent food there, and make their guests feel very welcome. As you know, I love a well-prepared meal. I believe not attending before now was a mistake.”
“I’ll pick you up at your hotel at seven. We can have dinner there, with service by delightfully nude young ladies. You’ll love it.”
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Jackson had no idea of the degree of truth in what Billy said. He was impressed as they walked through the opulent lobby of the D-Ring Casino, with plush carpeting across expansive floors and magnificent cut glass chandeliers overhead. Billy pulled open the doors of the main casino, which was not yet in operation for the evening, to give Jackson a preview.
It was impressive. The floor would easily accommodate two thousand gamblers, with betting stations throughout the area. The ring was striking, backed against one wall. It was indeed in the shape of a D, with the straight side, the back of the ring, a Lucite wall, with the curve of the ropes supported by seven regular boxing ring posts.
The canvas was elevated five feet, and the floor of the casino was gently sloped in the shape of a half shallow bowl, to ensure all gamblers would have a great view of the competitions from anywhere in the room. The lighting was impressive, as it produced the sense that there was a low ceiling, rather than the expansive high vault he saw.
“The posts are set in firm holes on the platform so that they can be replaced with specialty posts for some events. The unique special replacements range from electrified fences capable of full electrocution to posts strung generously with razor wire to discourage fighters from backing into them.
“They don’t always have a choice, and some fighters specialize in getting their opponent onto the razor wires, ripping her back so severely she loses blood and steam. Once she’s backed onto them, those vicious wires cut groves in her muscle that can seriously incapacitate a fighting cunt!
” Jackson was duly impressed. The whole casino, and particularly the distinctively shaped D-Ring, was very well conceived and executed. He could imagine the excitement of witnessing a pair of desperate naked and bloodied women or girls fighting for their lives, fully engaged in the heat of battle. Just the thought of it had his penis raging and fighting to get out of his pants.
Being here to see the live-action was far more impressive than just hearing about it. Words stimulated his mind to conjure up the images, but seeing the action in person meant everything was real, and inspired a sexual reaction he could never obtain from building images based on no experience. He was pleased he had accepted Billy’s invitation.
“Impressive,” Jackson observed.
There were two major doorways other than the two broad entrances to the casino. One was marked The Elite Dining Room, the other Titties Tavern. They entered The Elite because they had come to eat. It would accommodate about sixty, and except half a dozen tables for four, all were for couples only.
The hostess was a brunette sixteen-year-old with long curls and bangs that partially covered her extra-long artificial curved eyelashes. She wore open-top stiletto-heeled sandals and an open vest that revealed an impressive cleavage for a teenager. The girl boasted a full set of impressive knockers.
The formal singular garment had a single button so that the vest covered only her breasts. It opened above her pierced navel and tapered back to short tails that hung above her bare buttocks. It was no more than an immodest vest and was more useful as decoration than as an effective cover.
The gorgeous teenager wore no other garments and displayed no body hair below her slender neck. When she faced them, her open hairless vulva was on full display. She moved so that her stiletto heels clicked on the marble floor. Her shapely buttocks rolled as she walked leading them to their table.
With her pelvis rotated so that her bum was pushed back as she moved, she provided them an excellent view of her anus and open vulva. Jackson was a fan of both portals and was interested to see how inviting her entries both looked. He wondered about how a customer would arrange for a private session to entertain his cock with this highly appealing young hostess.
A few couples and several singles lined the large curved bar, seated on stools or standing, and several others were already seated when Billy Dickerson and Jackson Avery were seated by the near-naked hostess. Both men had displayed a significant bulge in their pants as she escorted them to their table.
When they were seated and she departed, their eyes were locked on her bare buttocks and amazing legs in the spike stilettos as she walked back to her post. There was nothing more stimulating to Jackson than watching the buttocks of a young woman who knew she had an audience as she strutted away.
Just as interesting was the restaurant’s staff of much younger waitresses. They were eleven or twelve years old, and because they had yet to develop breasts, wore padded bras under their vests. This gave the impression they had breasts, when in fact these girls had not yet begun to grow them.
“Chicago has a city ordinance banning topless waitresses when food is served in the establishment. It goes back to the time when jealous boyfriends of waitresses at places like Hooters would show up with a gun and kill a few people, always including their girlfriends. Sometimes the shooter didn’t know the girls he killed.
“Cunt killing was at one time a lively sport in the city, with a dozen kills a night at the peak. Gangs of youths would require a novice member to become ‘made’ by walking into a bar or restaurant and shooting a waitress. Gang members would patronize the place to be able to confirm a kill.
“It was like sport, but enough eager well-endowed young women were looking for work, the establishments found that they were easily replaceable, and police were more interested in drive-by shootings, where often there was a bit more collateral damage of innocent bystanders.
“What made that bylaw ludicrous was that Hooters waitresses never worked topless. Some bureaucrat with a tire iron stuffed up his ass who had never attended a Hooters, assumed it was bare breasts that were at the root of the problem. Now we have food and bar service rules in the city that make it illegal for a serving woman to show her tits.
“Fortunately, the city council has never addressed the issue of serving girls showing us the beauty of their bare asses and cunts. Food and drink establishment owners assumed it was illegal, and so it has never come up. D-Ring Inc. will never mention it as long as the city looks the other way. So following the rules in the public rooms where food is concerned, cunts are in, tits are covered.”
“I can live with that,” Jackson said. He was aware of a curious light tinkling sound that persisted throughout the dining room. He couldn’t identify the source, but it seemed to come from everywhere. “I’m rather surprised to see girls this young working here, though, nearly naked and flashing their pretty little pussies at us while they strut around in those sexy high heel stilettos.”
“No problem there,” Billy grinned, “The city considers this to be a private club. D-Ring just needs the mother to sign a permission slip for her daughter to work in a room that serves alcohol. The by-law mentions nothing about what the costume has to cover, other than tits, so everything else can go bare naked, regardless of the age of her kid.”
Chapter 9 – A Distinctive Dining Room
“Titties, the room next door, is quite a different proposition because no food is served there, just drinks, so boobs are in. The girls working there are twelve plus and have to sport an impressive set of boobs before they can start there. All the teens that work at Titties wear stilettos and a leather collar and cuffs. Displaying tits and cunts is all good because there’s no food served.
“When girls qualify to work here, they do a stint working the mattresses getting fucked while their new breasts grow, and when they’ve got the volume of tit-meat, they graduate to Titties Tavern. The cuffs are a recent addition, as are the erotic ‘correction’ shows where they string up a girl now and again, standing on the bar where everyone can see.
“The bartender has a riding crop under the bar and puts it to work with five firm strokes on the pussy of an errant employee. Once a girl’s breasts have grown to a reasonable size, they stimulate the teen’s titties into lactating, because the featured drink in Titties is an Irish coffee which the girls contribute to.
“Instead of heavy cream, they use mothers’ milk squirted into the drinks by the young waitresses right at the table. As I said, both the City and State consider this to be a private club, which nonetheless falls under the no bare tits in restaurants rule. No food, no bras. Drinks, cunts are good. Don’t you love the American way?”
“D-Ring has a foolproof system laid out for obtaining a parent’s signature. They give the young mothers two hundred dollars in coins for free, and when they lose that they lend them another five hundred dollars that will have to be paid back, and because they control the outcome, that’s sufficient to get the cunts addicted to the slot machines.
“The slots manager always allows the ladies to run up an outrageous debt, which is a critical part of their well-designed coercion process. If they should hit a jackpot, no problem because that gives them enough incentive to continue, which deepens their addiction. It’s truly a no-win for these easily addicted young mothers.
“They then give them more and more in loans, and when it gets far beyond their ability to pay them back, forgive whatever is owed when the distraught women put their signature on whatever papers and release forms the casino’s recruiters and lawyers put in front of them, giving D-Ring full access to their little daughters. The mothers don’t even read them before signing, because it wouldn’t matter anyway.”
“Ha!” Jackson was impressed with what his friend Billy was telling him. “The young women’s gambling addiction forces D-Ring’s special sex education and sexual services training on their delightful young daughters! The system’s ingenious! Does D-Ring take full possession of these young girls, or do they still live at home?”
“No, they live at home. Mothers are fully controlled by the Corporation once they sign those release forms. Also, they’re still addicted, and are encouraged to continue to hit the slots. They all do, digging themselves in deeper. There are further layers of releases to sign, with each giving up more, including the ultimate ending for the kid, and there is no escape provided for them.
“Both the young daughter and the mother become chattel of D-Ring, fully the property of the Corporation with absolutely no rights, human or otherwise. It’s slick as a whistle. The girls are the Casino’s property, nothing more. They have no clothing, only the sparse costumes you see them wear. The corporation can use the young mothers and their daughters in any way they wish, wherever in the world they wish.
“What’s better is they prepare for the authorities to find, a trail that indicates the mother and her kid have moved to another state, and they simply disappear off the face of the earth. That means D-Ring can impose any punishment it wants upon the kids, including entering them in some violent preliminary bouts, to fight nude.
“The corporation doesn’t restrict intake to eleven-year-olds, but that’s a common age for entry. They also get kids and their moms into the system as early as the age of six, and then have the time to test their abilities and likelihood of success in various roles, and then train the shit out of them to put them to work in their very private rooms.
“Eventually, which is sometimes as soon as within a few weeks, the delightful little girls will become full legal wards of D-Ring Inc. and when they’re in deep enough, with an un-repayable debt, the beautiful young gambling-addicted mothers, in addition to signing away the future life of their pretty young daughters, will sign on to become nude fighters for the organization, usually without even noticing they’ve done it. As I said, it’s an elegant system.
“Very few of them know it, but that’s always a guarantee of death in the ring within months, possibly weeks. The ongoing need for new fighters is because of the very high attrition (death) rate. Naked female fighters are killed every night, as the gamblers need deaths to bet on, and this whole cycle is being repeated in their casinos around the world.
“The spiral of the deepening vortex to bitch oblivion and death is in full swing, and is already well beyond the escape point, even before the young serving girls begin to work. The key is that the young mother is so addicted to gambling that she just won’t stop, for anything. She’ll actually sign away her young daughter’s life and her own without realizing what she’s doing, to satisfy her addiction.
“As things normally go, and things always go in ways that the clients, not the participants, wish, neither this innocent young girl nor her mother will likely live to see the end of the year. Both will, by the design of how workers here progress, become D-Ring fighters, which is always a death sentence.
“Their violent deaths in the unbridled naked ring fights will be for the entertainment of the casino’s clients, who gamble on which fighter will kill the other. That is the whole point of the death-fights. Gamblers go crazy watching naked women and girls fighting to the death. Every year they can find ways to legally engage younger nude girls in the mayhem. That’s the greatness of D-Ring Inc.
” Just then a young waitress being discussed came to their table to take their drink orders. Her feet were purposefully parted, allowing full view of the tiny rings piercing her inner vagina lips, from which fine chains hung, holding little brass bells that tinkled as she walked.
All of the young girls wore them, accounting for the persistent sound. It was a very pleasant light din, filling the room and yet not disruptive. When it was a bit louder, or when one stood out from the rest of the bells, the slightly increasing tinkle announced the approach of a tall slender pre-teen girl wearing the bells from her naked and beautifully displayed nether lips.
Their eleven-year-old waitress in her brief black vest left menus with them, and when she returned with their drinks, she took their orders. Jackson took the opportunity to admire her beautifully displayed vulva. It had a ring through her clitoral hood, holding her erect little external gonad elevated, poking out from under its hood. It was the size of her little finger, standing and pointing like a tiny erect penis.
She had a larger, heavier ring piercing her left labia, pulling it so that it was slightly longer, and it had a clip attached so that she could carry her pen clipped to it. Jackson wondered why she needed a pen because she memorized their orders for both food and drink. It was simply an erotic decoration.
Jackson correctly assumed that before she began her shift, the child’s vagina had been stimulated to increase its impressive presentation to guests, with refreshing stimulation every time she returned to the kitchen. He wondered if she took care of it herself or if there was an employee in the kitchen charged with keeping the young waitresses cunts engorged.
Seeing the attention her pretty little cunt was drawing from these two men, the knowledgeable girl rotated her pelvis to improve its presentation, as her role in the restaurant went well beyond taking orders for and serving food and drink. What they saw was a direct invitation for them to touch her.
Without hesitation, Jackson accepted the invitation, and after flicking the small ring through her clitoris, he slid his middle finger down along the ridge of her slightly distended lips and then slid it into the open vaginal vestibule to discover if she had retained her hymen. That was always the first thing on his mind.
He found virginity was intact, with the tight internal hymen membrane blocking the entry to her future cock-holster. She smiled at the unexpected gentleness of his tender exploration of her no longer privates. Most customers were much rougher, and most of them were so rough they threatened to take away her maidenhood when they touched her.
“That’s a lovely cunt you have, sweetheart,” he said to her and placed his order.
Billy reached over and slid his finger into her vestibule, and pulling it away, turned his hand upward to inspect the female genital moisture it had collected. He stuck his finger into his mouth to taste her sweet dampness and suck his finger clean.
“Have a taste, Jackson,” he said, “These darling little ladies are certified disease-free. Nobody gets a cock near them, and they’re fully inspected before each shift. Her cunt’s as clean as a whistle, guaranteed. And I’ve got to say, having tasted many, she tastes as good as any as I’ve had the pleasure to sample.”
Jackson’s hand returned to the pretty young girl’s vagina, and on an impulse he slid it back to her rectum, pressing the middle finger into her just to the first knuckle, occupying only the tight sphincter ring of her anus. He was impressed at how warm and moist she felt inside. He had forgotten how warm and inviting such a young girl’s tight little anus could be.
She yelped before she regained control, and when he brought his finger forward again he slid it through her damp vestibule to thoroughly clean feces-his stained digit in the moist and accessible opening of her cunt. The naked child’s bum hole had been pre-flushed, but that had been a couple of hours ago, and he knew that one could never be too careful.
He brought his finger to his face, sniffed its fresh aroma, and then placed it into his mouth. While he tasted her inner juices, with just a hint of her poop, his eyes roamed her beautiful shapely body. Up close she was smaller than he would have thought. Being slender and wearing spike heels, the beautiful eleven-year-old appeared to be taller than she was.
With her lower body bare from the high heels to right up above her waist, and her round bum standing out regardless of her posture, she was much more than an intriguing piece of eye candy. She, and all the rest of these well-recruited and trained young girls, were highly erotic dining room decorations.
Their exotically sexy costume was an in-your-face statement that D-Ring Casinos were all about bare cunt. These casinos were designed to satisfy the deepening expectations of people whose tastes had grown well beyond basic nude strip clubs, live sex shows, and underground fight bars.
It was in such establishments where working-class customers who drank too much encouraged their wives or girlfriends who were equally drunk to strip naked and fight each other. It was an informal sport and made for a great night of low-class erotic entertainment. The winner’s husband or boyfriend would get to fuck the loser on top of the bar in front of everyone.
Sometimes these fights got out of hand, with a drunken audience refusing to allow the fight to end. It was not unusual in tougher neighborhoods for a nude girl, crouching on the floor of a dingy bar, with her cunt pressed against a downed girl’s belly, being handed the neck of a broken whisky bottle.
In such a case the bottom of the bottle was smashed off, making an effective weapon with which to bring the night’s entertaining cunt battle to a permanent end. A kill of one of the naked women, achieved with a broken whiskey bottle, was always acceptable wherever the audience accepted it. Most did.
When this happened, with a girl’s face, breasts, and throat badly slashed, the mess was considerable. It was not uncommon for a winner to take the bottle to the belly of her screaming downed opponent, ripping her open. When this happened, live evisceration always followed. This kind of wild impromptu bar fight had no rules.
A waste disposal company had a special unit, which offered discrete cleanup and removal of demolished female carcasses and gore from such bars. The disposal company hired only attractive female workers, whose silence was ensured when, after just two weeks of work, they were sold to D-Ring’s recruiters.
Because of the nature of its business, turnover was very high, and D-Ring Inc. was always seeking fresh new fighting stock, cunts with an attitude. These unfortunate beauties became permanent wards (a euphemism for slaves) of D-Ring and were trained with the organization’s other novice recruits.
Winners of the bar fights were always redirected to begin a new career at the D-Ring Casino. Most did not meet the high bar for the beauty of form, face, and movement. These were consigned as trainers, to go before a small audience into the ring with her arms bound behind her, and used to train a promising young beautiful novice how to kill.
Some of these blue-collar working-class girls would go naked into the casino’s secret animal pit, where large predator cats, bears, alligators, hyenas, and a giant anaconda snake were entertainingly fed for the amusement of special guests. Although a vegetarian, a wild African cape bull loved to gore naked girls and got to do so at least weekly.
The entertainment at D-Ring always started with blatant cunt displays, as the vagina reined, often featuring under-aged girls, and ended with the violent deaths of these girls or nude young women. That was what the casino’s gambling clients wanted, and it was what D-Ring Inc. specialized in providing.
D-Ring’s product was for discerning customers who craved the kind of raw naked violence they dished out every night. People who could not stomach watching a young woman being beaten to death did not attend. This sport in their US casinos was designed for Americans with extreme tastes in raw violence, and it always delivered handsomely.
“There’s a specialty of the house I think you might enjoy,” Billy said, “One that needs to be pre-ordered, because it takes a bit of time to be ready, and I took the liberty to order one for you. I expect you’ll enjoy it. I’d tell you how it’s made and served, but that would ruin the surprise.”
“That was very kind of you,” Jackson replied as their young waitress departed to take care of other customers.
They talked about some of the remarkable nude female fights Billy had seen, some of them armed battles, their shocking outcomes, and at that point, their soup arrived. It proved to be excellent, meeting Jackson’s expectations.
CHAPTER 10 – Amber Wine
“The specialty I ordered is warm amber wine. It’s a lovely pinot blanc from Burgundy, and it’s presented, well, you’ll see.”
The empty soup bowls were cleared, and their salad arrived promptly. It was as good as the soup, with an olive oil and balsamic vinegar dressing. Jackson could not help but watch the young serving girls in their minimal highly revealing costumes, and his penis stood at attention, visibly poking inside his pants each time they passed.
The main course of their meal was beautifully presented sea bass, and behind the nude ten-year-olds in the same kind of perfectly fitting stilettos who delivered the food were two of the eleven-year-old waitresses, including the one who had served them. They each held a medium-sized wine glass, beautifully cut crystal, the size usually used to serve white wine. They handed the glasses to the gentlemen at the table, as both of the girls smiled broadly.
Billy held his glass forward toward the groin of the waitress nearest him. She spread her knees, moved her vagina over it, and used her fingers to spread her vestibule open. This provided free access to her urethra and a clear path for the ensuing golden stream. Within seconds she began urinating into his glass.
Their first young waitress repeated the process for Jackson, who held his glass forward and received the offering from her bladder. When the flow stopped, she used a small napkin to wipe extra drops from her vagina and the obscenely presented eleven-year-old girls asked if the gentlemen would require a refill when they emptied their glasses.
Billy replied in the affirmative, and the girls stood aside, waiting patiently as the men consumed their first offering. The second serving of the blend would, because of the delay, have more body. With every passing minute, more of their urine would descend from their kidneys, shifting the balance of the blend they served.
“Advance notice was required because when I ordered, the girls emptied their bladders and were then both catheter-loaded with the wine. They’ve been walking about feeling like they needed to piss ever since we arrived. Since then, their natural product has gradually been added to the wine, giving it a unique flavor.”
“Holy shit,” Jackson said, “This is amazing! A client once sent his eighteen-year-old daughter and six-year-old granddaughter to my hotel room, and the daughter, used to this kind of assignment with her father’s friends, permitted me to suck her little girl’s cunnie while I fucked the teen mom. Right on cue, when I started to shoot my goo into the mother, the little girl peed straight into my mouth.”
“How did you like it,” Billy asked.
“It was a surprise, but quite tasty. I sampled a direct shot of the mother’s piss, also straight from her cunt, but I preferred the kid’s.”
“Try this. Bladder-warmed catheter-loaded wine, pissed straight into your glass from her cunt, augmented by trickles of the young girl’s urine. It’s quite refreshing.”
As the men tasted the supplemented warm wine, the girls returned with a bottle of wine and a catheter with a large rubber bladder attached. They filled the rubber ball with half of the wine from the bottle, and then, one at a time, inserted the catheter into their urethra, displaying the process to the men, and squeezed the cooled white wine from the rubber bladder into their own.
Their waitress was second to fill her bladder, and when she pulled the shared catheter free, the girls drank the remaining half bottle of wine as well. She smiled at them and promised they would both process the wine they had just drank through their kidneys before returning.
“It will take about an hour to process fully,” she said smiling, “Enjoy your meal, gentlemen!”
“What a sweet, naughty young lady,” Jackson commented, “They’ve trained her well.”
“The San Francisco children are quite trainable,” Billy observed as he cut into his fish, “And the Casino has to date used a few hundred of them quite successfully. They are at the moment quite limited in how they can use them within the casino, where many of them work, but as you can see, they add value to the dining experience.”
“What are the limiting factors,” Jackson asked, “What can’t they use them for now?”
“Well there is a limit on the age the girls can be entered in nude fights, regardless of the expected outcome, and as I mentioned, it is an area of priority for the legal department to continually lower the age around the world. Clients demand it. One of the exceptions in some regions, including much of South America and South East Asia regarding age is newborns, where they are allowed.
As a result, D-Ring Inc. has a burgeoning business in birthing competitions and battles between naked pregnant teens, each attempting to force her opponent to give birth due to violence she inflicts before she is forced to drop her sprog. There is usually a stud standing by to bugger the infant, fucking it to death while it is still attached to its hysterically screaming mother by the umbilical cord.
Asian women love this kind of sport, and their husbands support them in it. They also love to see naked children, in most cases attractive little girls, being beaten, usually to death, by brutal men and sometimes muscular women, if they have large breasts. It’s a quirk with Asians, as well as with South Americans.
“Why do we wait a whole hour?” Jackson asked, “In that time her kidneys can process that wine and add as much as fifty percent urine to the mix in her bladder.”
“Precisely,” Billy answered, “That’s the point. Once you’ve finished this glass, you’ll be used to the light urine taste in the wine and can manage much more of the young ladies’ tasty essence. When they drink the same wine with which it will be mixed inside their bodies, their freshly produced urine is light and quite delicious in the special blend.”
“You mentioned these girls are all eleven or twelve. What about when they turn thirteen?”
“By the time they start to grow breasts, they are moved over to the mattresses. The casino has a viable prostitution operation at each casino. Because it’s all behind closed doors, they can use girls as young as they like. You wouldn’t believe how the nude fights elevate the sex drive of the gamblers, and often they have to let off steam.
“There’s nothing better than a frenzied tussle with a very young yet expert whore to satisfy that drive. The term ‘mattresses’ is of course figurative. The kids trained to fuck D-Ring clients work in quite opulent bedrooms, not unlike the penthouses of a fine hotel. ‘Mattresses’ is the name for the child prostitution suites in all of the operation’s casinos around the world.
“Although they feature girls thirteen to fifteen, a great age range for girls eager to please raging cocks, often when a younger girl develops her breasts early, she is trained in the erotic arts of sucking and fucking clients, and is then moved up to serve on the mattresses. The kids are a real hit with the gamblers and drain their balls as well as any mature whore.
“Of course, they fuck bareback, which means pregnancies are frequent, and the ripely pregnant girls become fighters in birthing competitions. It makes a nice clean circuit. Once she’s dropped her sprog she goes into the pool of wet nurses to feed the surviving little girls, and at the same time is put back to work the mattresses. As you can see, there is little energy or resources wasted here.”
THE END OF CHAPTER TEN