Feature Writer: Regis
Feature Title: PEEPEE CIRCUS’ BRUTAL ENDING
Published: 14.07.2023
Story Codes: Young Ones, WS, Anal, Snuff
Synopsis: More from Ms. Cunilip’s Sweet Kittie’s Peepee Circus
Disclaimer: 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.
Peepee Circus’ Brutal Ending
Ms. Cunilip stood on stage in her more-than-naked costume, which consisted of a girdle that lifted but did not cover her impressive breasts, a fedora that contained her long, bundled hair, keeping it up off her beautiful neck, black leather gloves that went up above her elbows, and black spike-heeled boots, with tops which flared above her knees. The impressive performance Mistress Bitch was otherwise naked.
Through her groin she wore leather straps with chains that attached to the rings in her vagina lips, holding them spread wide, presenting to an appreciative audience the moist walls of the open shaft of her regularly exercised inner vagina. She wore severe makeup, giving her an evil look that matched her costume.
Their instructor and facility owner was definitely a true cunt. None of the parents or their friends were into this kind of obscene costume or appearance, but they were quite happy to see it on the woman who was directing their little girls in such naughty behavior. As long as she remained up on the stage, it was all perfectly acceptable.
The young girls in her gymnastics class appreciated her for who she was, and what she represented. They were all naked, with their puffy little perfectly displayed cuntlets presented. They were all ready and anxious to boogie. It was showtime, and after a couple of weeks of daily practice, the time for the naked young gymnasts to perform had at last arrived.
The theater was filled to its capacity of seven hundred fifty, including the participating girls’ parents, aunts, uncles, and neighbors, as well as the large following of confirmed pedophiles Ms. Cunilip had garnered. Everyone was ready for what was going to be a spectacularly obscene gymnastics performance like no other.
In preparation for the show, their gym teacher had rubbed up all of her students’ rectums, vaginas, and pubic mounds with the juice of red peppers, to get them stinging and swollen open. Her unusual strategy worked well, making their stinging little body openings much more appealing visually.
They had also been drinking plenty of fluids all day and had not been allowed to urinate so their swollen bladders were on the point of feeding their pee back to their kidneys. All of the children in the class were well-primed for the substantial production of urine that would be required of them throughout the show.
Although she used rings and chains to hold her vulva open for display, there was no hardware required to open and swell out the lower portals of her naked young students. The juice extracted from red peppers did everything necessary for the treated body parts to both sting and swell open beautifully.
The sharp stinging was after a short period manageable, as this was, after all, show business. Most of the naked girls stood in a single line across the back of the stage, with their naked cuntlets and rectums stinging and swollen, dutifully awaiting their turn to perform. They all knew their roles and were ready.
They kept their knees slightly bent and their slender thighs parted, providing everyone in the audience a clear view of their pepper-swollen cuntlets. When they were actively performing, the swollen rings of their rectums would also be clearly visible and stimulating to the people there to enjoy their lewd, indecent performances.
Six girls stood in a line across the front of the stage, with their backs to the audience. They had been selected for their size, with a six-year-old on the left, and next to her girls of seven, eight, nine ten and eleven, in a sloped line according to size. Unlike their barefoot classmates behind them, all of the girls in the front row wore heels.
These specially made adult shoes made in child sizes fit them perfectly, forcing them up on tiptoe. This arching of their bare feet made them look particularly erotic. Like the others behind them, their thighs were spread, and with their back to the audience, both their swollen rectums and cuntlets were properly displayed.
On command from their instructor, they moved their feet further apart and bent forward at the waist, straightened their knees, and kept lowering their heads until they hit the stage floor. Now they were looking back at the audience between their heels, their grinning faces upside-down, and at the same time giving the audience a good look at the pretty swollen sex organs and anuses.
Wrapping their slender arms around their lower legs, the row of girls now pulled their heads between their feet, so that the audience saw the tops of their heads, and they were looking upward. With surprising timing, the naked little girls began to spurt a stream of urine downward and opened their mouths wide.
To the amazement and delight of everyone, the giggling little nymphs peed on their own faces in an outrageously profane exhibition of child piss production and caught much of their own warm amber produce in their mouths. Everyone could see they were busy swallowing as much of their acrid warm piss as they could, which was most of it. The rest splashed onto the stage, forming spreading puddles.
The people filling the theater cheered enthusiastically as six orangery puddles grew wider on the stretched muslin cover of the stage floor, and Ms. Cunilip’s Sweet Kittie’s Peepee Circus was now underway, featuring the daring naked children in her private gymnastics school. These six, ages six to eleven, had only begun, and there were twenty-nine more naked little darlings waiting to get started.
Backstage were cases of cold sodas in cans, with a big trash barrel to collect the empties. There were also several pitchers of sweet iced tea, a favorite of little girls, as well as paper cups. These were provided to the kids to keep their bladders filled, which was necessary for them to be able to perform well in a peepee show. Their kidneys would get a great workout today.
666 Josie and Jen were a pair of girls who had graduated from the private gym when they had begun to develop breasts at eleven. Ms. Cunilip had kept in touch with them, providing them with some work when she needed older girls at twelve to fourteen, and both were great for this use, as they both had child-like beauty in their faces.
They performed in some of the private copulation shows for her, which she did monthly, and because of it, these two had both regularly become impregnated so that they both got to star in a dozen abortion shows each time they reached four months when they appeared to have gained a bit of weight.
Their parents had been surprised when they lost the weight so quickly. Because of the recurring pregnancies, they soon put the weight back on, and the cycle repeated itself roughly three times a year, which was valuable to Ms. Cunilip, who profited from both the copulation shows and the resulting abortion shows.
Within a couple of months of expunging themselves of an unwanted sprog, they would get themselves knocked up again, and audiences loved to see the girls in their early teens fed abortion pills which would cause them to reject the little fetuses in their uteri while dancing nude in heels with their elbows tied behind their backs.
It was not entertaining for her audiences to see them assist themselves with the use of their hands. As they dance to punk rock music, their clean-shaved cunts would gradually press open and produce their little sprog, a head with a small body attached, followed by their thick, twisted umbilical cord.
Their placenta and afterbirth would follow, as they continued to dance. If they stopped dancing, they knew their ex-teacher would not pay them, so the entire exercise would be for nothing. Clitia had found an audience for these obscene shows, and she made a great deal of money by producing them.
This was one of the many times the girls were useful to their former gym teacher, but this time they worked as her assistants. They had both developed large breasts early along, and now at fifteen, looked incredibly sexy with their erect nipples, long shapely legs in their spike-heeled string sandals, the only thing they wore.
Their stout nipples had been trained with stretchers to stand out, and they had painted the tips the same red as their fingernails, toenails, and lipstick. Their navels and rectums were painted with the same lipstick, as was the head of their pierced clits, which had been masturbated to full erection. Ms. Cunilip’s naked young assistants in their spike heels and nothing else were a stunning sight.
To complete their decorations, rather than going to the expense of providing costumes, which would hide their nudity, they each wore a horse-hair tail, attached to a stout post that went into their rectums to reside in their colons. These tails would way in the sexiest manner when the young girls walked in their spike-heeled shoes.
Madeline and Kerri were both ten and of equal size and development. They had tight tummies and giggled as they were leaned back to allow Josie and Jen, the Two J’s as they were called, to insert catheters deep into their urethra on stage. Neither had ever had this done before, but they put on a brave face and took it like grownups.
They were then moved to face each other, and their catheters were attached to the ends of a four-inch-long and two-inch-thick clear plastic tube that was filled with piss. They stood, facing each other, and almost immediately Madeline began to urinate. Everyone could see her pee running into the plastic bottle.
Recognizing what would now happen, the audience cheered the design of this raw, unique obscene sport. Now that she’d started, Madeline continued to pee, driving her warm liquid load through the bottle and Kerri’s catheter into her bladder. Kerri squealed with delight as her bladder was being filled by her friend Madeline’s piss. Neither of them had dared dream of such a sexually daring project, and now they were both doing it.
As soon as Madeline had finished, Kerri returned the favor, pissing into the bottle so that her urine was driven on through into Madeline’s now empty bladder. Each girl was handed another paper cup of iced tea, and they eagerly drank it down, to supplement the supply of liquid moving steadily through their kidneys into their bladders.
The Two J’s moved the youngsters to the side of the stage to continue their endless exchange of pee with each other as the next act was brought to the center of the stage. The two ten-year-old beauties were giggling hysterically as they pissed back and forth, with both of their bladders growing full because of their continual intake of liquids. Their kidneys didn’t rest because of the external supply of urine.
The audience couldn’t wait to see how these naked little girls joined by their urinary catheters would deal with the additional pressure in their lower bellies. Children are resourceful, but this presented a challenge neither had faced before, and the people present appeared to be quite interested in how they would deal with their growing discomfort.
Four eleven-year-olds and three of the taller ten-year-old girls stepped out of the line at the back to stand in a line at the front of the stage, their bare feet in the puddles of fresh pee soaked into the muslin floor cover. They couldn’t complain, as they were themselves there to pee for the audience, in another novel act.
They spread their feet, went up on their toes, and then leaned over backward, supporting their upper bodies with their outstretched arms when they reached the floor, their hands in more of the spreading girlie piss on the stage floor. With their legs spread, their pepper-swollen cunts stood open, and a group of younger nude girls came and stood facing them.
These naked children got down on their hands and knees, their backs to the audience, their stinging open sex organs presented to the eager crowd, and their mouths positioned to receive a fluid offering from the girls strained back before them. On a signal from Ms. Cunilip, seven golden fountains began to produce a shower of warm pee.
The open mouths of the younger girls before them were in place to capture and swallow it. They did, which was quite a trick with all of them giggling with glee the entire time. They were so excited at the nasty fun two of them, their bladders full, started to spurt their own golden essence to add to the delightfully naughty sight.
666
Rufus and Niggah sat in the back of the tavern at a booth, hidden by the dividers, stroking their penises under the table as a naked nine-year-old black beauty up on the bar athletically straddled the levers to serve beer on tap, and then dropped her spread groin so that one of the long knobs neatly inserted itself into her gaping little hairless cunt, and she thrust her hips back to dispense a pint of beer.
“Man, Niggah, that otta be my cock plungin’ inta that kid’s twat!” he said
He knew it would never happen, as the bar owner, the naked girl’s mother, would never let a low-life asshole like him anywhere near her darling girl. Only paying customers could buy a quickie from the mother, working naked in spike heels, as she waitressed.
The child stood up on the bar working the levers with her cunt as an attraction at the tavern in a totally black community, but none of the customers was allowed to fuck her. The only men to get their cocks into her were the pair of hired white studs who did hourly rape shows, driving their penises into her rectum and cunt, flooding her portals with white semen. None of the tavern’s nigger customers ever got into the precocious child.
These two hired cocks were the only white to ever enter the place, and they were hired as show rapists to make the point that whites were continually putting the blocks to the town’s niggers in every way they could, which to them was like getting fucked, so they made a show of what they had to put up with from what she called, “fuckin’ whities.”
“Hey,” Niggah said, “I jus’ remembered, my buddy Spunk’s wife works at a ladies’ dress shop, and she heard a coupla white cunts talkin’ about a new fuckin’ gym school doin’ a fuckin’ peepee show, with the kiddies bare naked an’ shit! Today! That’s so fuckin’ disgustin’, we otta git ourselves over there armed ta the teeth, an’ do ourseves a fuckin’ mass murder shootin’, blastin’ them white trash up good!”
“Holy fuck, you serious? I can’t thinka nothin’ more pleasurable than blastin’ white cunts an’ their fuckin’ kids ta hell, sendin’ ‘em ta their final fuckin’ destination!”
“Then what the fuck we doin’ sittin’ here, jus’ jackin’ off?” Niggah said. He got to his feet and tucked his long cum-dribbling cock into his pants. “Let’s git the guns an’ show ‘em what us niggers can do ta fuckin’ whities when it’s worthwhile!”
“Sounds good to me!” Rufus replied.
But when he stood, he left his big erection out, including his well-filled scrotum, where they could get lots of fresh air. These two niggers were always so horny nobody seemed to notice whether their cocks and balls were in or out. That’s just the way things were in this nigger part of town.
Rufus was surprised when the naked little nigger girl up on the bar pulled her cunt off the tapped shaft she was riding and jumped down off the bar in front of him. She quickly got her mouth over his cum-dribbling cock to drink what emerged so that none of his precious essences would be wasted.
Her mother rushed over and slapped the kid’s bare ass to get her back up onto the bar. A blow job cost twenty dollars from her, or thirty dollars from the little girl. There was no way she’d let her child give him a face fuck for free. She pressed her groin forward, presenting her cunt in case he might tuck a twenty dollar, or at least a ten dollar into her, but her move was in vain, the guys left with a purpose.
Both men had served in the army and were proficient in the use of automatic rifles. Rufus had a car, and kept several guns in the trunk, including a pair of AK-47s, along with several clips full and ready for action. They found them handy when robbing a bank or jewelry stores in the white districts. There were no real jewelry stores in the nigger part of town. Nobody argued with an AK-47.
The large shells for these guns had been specially altered, with a notch filed in a cross shape on the tip of each, so that they would upon impact spread wide, ripping huge holes in whatever they struck. Niggah had tried one out once at a bank robbery, just to see what it would do. He had used the trial shell on a young female cashier.
She wasn’t doing anything to foil their robbery, but he wanted to see what the gun would do to an unarmed female. He aimed the gun at her sternum, just below her tits, and when it hit, the blast left a foot-wide hole right through the young bitch. Both her lungs and half her heart were ripped out of her chest, satisfying him with a highly effective result.
They drove to the theater where they believed the filthy show was taking place. They were right. The parking lot was full, and the gymnastics school’s van was parked near the service door. The men pulled up beside it, and left the car running when they got out, needing it to be ready for a fast departure once their work was completed.
Opening the trunk, they both picked up a Glock and a pair of magazines each, tucked them into their pants at the back, and then they each picked up an AK-47, put three magazines under their belts in front, and put a fourth onto the gun, ready for action. This was not going to make them money, but was the kind of thing they lived for, and they were glad they had such an opportunity.
As they got ready, Niggah pulled out his penis and testicles, to match Rufus in appearance, and the large long black organs of both niggers rose and stiffened with excitement at what they were about to do. They would have naked little girls to demolish, as well as their teacher, and an audience of whities watching an obscene performance. The shit white trash got themselves into amazed them, and they wished nigger folk would do something similar.
Because the place was occupied, they found the entrance door at the service dock open and easily slipped inside. There was nobody in sight backstage, because all of the young female participants were onstage, performing naked in the wicked peepee circus. It was dark, but they could see well enough to avoid tripping on background supports.
They took up position in the wings on either side of the stage, and as soon as Niggah gave the signal, they both began shooting, blasting violently into the obscenely performing peepee drinkers, blowing off heads and limbs, ripping gaping holes in the naked bodies of the peeing little girls. This was more fun than they’d had in years, and they both began ejaculating as they shot up the naked young performers.
The stage was rapidly covered with blood, brains, and gore, and there was no sign of any of their young targets alive when they changed clips and turned their attention and guns on the hysterically screaming audience. Most in attendance were women, and they were now the prime targets. The powerful rifles raked havoc across the rows of people, women leaping out of their seats with nowhere safe to turn.
The terrible bullets rained in on them with incredible fury, ripping off the flesh and leaving gaping holes in them, or, like with many of the naked little girls, some of their own daughters, completely removing their heads, converting them into a fine spray. These guns were intended for war, and the pair of outraged niggers were definitely at war in preparation for the mass killing, the niggers had loaded up on Viagra, and both black men were massively ejaculating as they fired into the large tangle of screaming people, blasting them to pieces. These weapons were incredibly destructive, and soon they were firing into nothing but corpses, forcefully bouncing high from the incredible violence of each hit.
666
The unconfirmed call had come in from someone sitting in his car in the parking lot waiting for his wife to come out, not wanting to witness the obscenity he was sure would happen on stage. Knowing what the obscene program was going to be about, he was afraid his eight-year-old daughter might tell everyone she wasn’t a virgin because he had raped her at the age of six, and many times since.
He called 911 to report he saw a pair of big burly niggers carrying what appeared to be automatic rifles into the service dock of the theater. He of course refused to identify himself, wanting to maintain anonymity while doing his civic duty, but his cell phone took care of that for him. As soon as he called, his name, phone number, age, race, address, and a myriad of other personal information appeared on the screen.
The two deputies who took the call had received cursory training with automatic rifles but had never had the need to use them in a real-life-death situation. Automatic rifles were always carried in the trunk of the sheriff’s vehicles, so they arrived prepared just in case. They knew situations like this could arise anywhere, and this was anywhere.
When they heard the firing going on inside, they waited seven minutes for permission to go in, then got out of their vehicle and opened the trunk to get the automatic rifles, both with a loaded magazine in it. They promptly shot two young women that burst out of the building, impressed at how much of their meat a single shot to each of them removed as they were killed.
When permission finally came to engage the shooter or shooters with live fire, because of the amount of firing going on inside, they decided to enter quietly, and when a target appeared, shoot first and ask questions later. That was always the safest way to proceed because the first thing on their minds was safety.
Upon stealthily entering the building, all firing had stopped, and there was an unnerving silence in the old theater building. In the semi-dark of the backstage area, they could see onto the stage, which was lighted for a show. Two niggers with AK-47s stood among the destroyed bodies of what could have been three dozen naked little girls.
Half of the naked little bodies were headless, but there were no heads on the stage, just bone, brain, gore, hair, and blood. The killing had been total, and the deputies realized these nigger gunmen were good. They had probably been trained in the military because the killing had been so complete.
In the silence, they heard a fart. The niggers heard it too and quickly responded. Wrapped in the curtain, only her spike heels visible, was the woman who had organized the show, Ms. Cliticia Cunilip, hiding from all of the incredibly destructive violence. Around her feet was a growing pool of warm piss. It was fresh piss, hers.
The deputies watched, startled as the niggers jerked her out of the curtain, and one of them held her arms behind her back as the other used the stock of his gun to strike the naked bitch’s big boobs, belly, and cunt in a punitive, unwarranted attack. Clitia continued to piss as he struck her several times with severe damaging blows.
“Cunt!” he shouted, “You the one what put on this filthy little cunt show with these fuckin’ smutty, indecent actin’ bare naked kids, right?”
“You fucking murderers!” she screamed.
That earned her a blow to the side of the face with a fist that broke her jaw, and likely damaged her neck.
“Ya got yerself a fuckin’ foul mouth on ya, ya fuckin’ white trash cunt!” was the reply.
The nigger holding her arms from behind grabbed a fist full of her hair and jerked her head back, pulling her down until her face was at the level of his enormous black cock. Seizing the moment, he thrust his huge prick deep into her throat as she screamed. Her scream was cut off by the thick flesh penis occupying her breathing space.
The other nigger moved to position himself between her gorgeous spread legs and took advantage of the fact she was largely naked by pushing his equally enormous penis into the mouth of her open vagina, and with a powerful thrust, drove it deep into the warm and moist flesh interior of her cunt.
After all the shooting and mayhem, the deputies hadn’t expected to get to witness such a violent sex show, with themselves as the only visible audience. Both ejaculated in their pants at the sight. The nigger fucking the bitch’s cunt suddenly jerked his huge black cock out of her, and picking his AK-47 up from where he had dropped it, thrust the barrel into her cunt, now lubricated by his semen.
“Here’s a fuck you won’t soon forget, cunt!” he shouted, “Let’s see how you manage the flamin’ fuckin’ cum from a gun!”
He pulled and held down the trigger, sending a dozen huge shells into and through her, so that they ripped out of her chest, continuing into the belly and torso of his friend fucking her face! The stupid nigger hadn’t paid attention to the kind of gun he was using, nor to the kind of extreme damage it was capable of dispensing.
The deputies, standing on either side of the stage and seeing the murder of two people happen right in front of them, raised their automatic weapons and began firing. Their hail of bullets not only ravaged the three on the stage, but with the crossfire, they instantly killed each other. it was a perfect ending to an incredibly bloody event.
Sometimes when bad things happen, they seem to work themselves out, and all for the good. The whole place was a bloody mess, but all of the participants were no longer active, which meant that the naked little girls were not capable of producing a raging erection on any observers, so everything was pretty much back to normal.
As for the adults, they all had, in one way or another, earned what they had coming in spades, which reduced them to blood and guts spilled, leaving a horrific mess for the cleaners to deal with. Because of the sordid circumstances of their demise, the city council would likely order a mass cremation of their meager remains, simply by ordering the fire department to burn down the theater.
That’s precisely what happened.
THE END