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Writer: Regis
Subject: POWERED PROSTHETICS – THE JILLHAMMER 1
Story Codes: Erotic Horror, Snuff
Synopsis: Imagine a pair of highly fit naked ladies in heels, standing in the ring, their knees bent and thighs spread, wearing the equivalent of a jackhammer seated in their cunts, the driving business end pounding, ready to obliterate their enemy, to the screaming of an excited crowd of death-fight fans, there to see them produce their blood and gore. These slightly scaled-down jackhammers, intended for women, with both the battery and electric motor buried deep in their cunt and the space once occupied by the wearer’s uterus, are called Jillhammers.
You’ve got the picture.
This will be an unwinnable competition, as the devastating effect of their groin-mounted weapons is so severe that the referee will have to put a bullet in the brain of the bitch who kills her opponent, as it would be expensive for surgeons to restore her, and for what? Better to give the screaming audience a second kill for the fee they paid to witness such a deadly cunt battle. He will also shoot the loser, just to give the audience a view of the bitch’s naked dead carcass buck and bounce from the impact of the large shells. It was quite a show, one people in the audience would return regularly to see, as it was a truly spectacular sight.
Powered Prosthetics – The Jillhammer 1
Rachel and Carmen had been recruited from the same body building gym, FEMBUST, one that regularly produced world-class bodies on many of its clients. It had eleven world titles for female builders and weightlifters, and members had won more than seventy national titles to support that remarkable success record.
These two gorgeous recruits had taken to the ring as if they were born into fighting, and both of them had fought in D-Ring casinos around the world. They had between them a total of thirteen ring kills, in addition to causing at least eighteen in-the-ring dispatches by the referee.
They were very good nude cunt-fighters, and knew it. They were pleased to be re-united, because they had not seen each other since their novice fight, in which they had produced a rare draw when neither was able to continue because of massive blood loss due to the severe injuries they had inflicted.
They had been worth restoring, and had been quickly brought back to fighting trim, each of them back in the ring within three weeks. They had both caused a ring-dispatch their very next fight, and their careers were in full swing, assigned to death fights from that time forward.
Now they were being prepared for a specialty of the D-Ring organization, a particularly bizarre competition that had been created more than twenty years earlier called the Jillhammer Fight. Both had witnessed such fights, but knew little of the preparation required to stage them.
The business end of a Jillhammer varied. Often it resembled the working end of a jackhammer, with a tapered to rounded point, designed to break up pavement or concrete. As you can imagine, it would have a totally devastating effect on the body of a naked woman.
Sometimes a saw was inserted into the grip, above and within three inches of the tip is a separate large jigsaw blade, useful for cutting through the opponent’s bones with the powerful electric motor mounted in the vagina of the woman using the device in conflict.
These incredibly violent contests were so destructive they could only be billed as death fights, and either contestant was likely to die in the ring, because damage was usually so severe, like a broken neck, that if she didn’t die of her injury, the even the winner had to be dispatched with a bullet.
The Jillhammer fights had proved to be one of the most productive for the casinos because of their remarkable visual impact, and were staged somewhere around the world every month. What made them attractive to the girls was that both contestants were getting it off in the ring.
The vibration of the prosthetic devices anchored in their wombs kept the naked fighters in full and constant orgasm from very early in the contest, and their level of sexual stimulation from the fucking the machine gave them grew steadily as the fight progressed.
The two muscle-bound women were free to move about in the preparation compound in which they had been held for the past four weeks. During that time every ninety minutes they were required to lay back on the bench in the middle of the room, twenty-four hours a day.
A handler came to turn the device in their wombs a quarter turn. it was an expander, which drew a shrill scream each time it was adjusted, gradually opening their cervix. When inserted it had painfully stretched the tiny opening to three quarters of an inch.
Once the stretching period was complete, the cervix opening was a full four inches wide, making their uterus an extension of their vaginal sheath, providing these enormously muscular young women with a sixteen-inch-deep cunt. This was what was required to house and firmly grip the device.
They would need every bit of that depth to engulf the bizarre tool their enlarged wombs were about to accommodate. The Jillhammer was a specially designed and built reduced version of the Jackhammer, an electric tool with a powerful pneumatic action.
The original is driven by compressed air, but the Jillhammer is entirely self-contained, driven by a powerful electric battery attached to the end of the device’s body, which is fully engulfed in the fighter’s cunt. With their cervix training complete, the body of the heavy tool is ready to be inserted.
Both women had wrist and ankle cuffs put on, and Carmen was instructed to stand against the far wall. The handlers strapped Rachel to the workbench face up, her arms held wide-spread by fastening links on the side of the bench, then her muscular legs were bent under the bench.
Then her ankle cuffs were attached to links on the bench’s legs, holding them wide apart. The battery, part of the device at the back end, is the heaviest part of the tool, and it goes into the wearer’s body the deepest. It took both strong male handlers to insert the Jillhammer into her womb.
They thrust it repeatedly until the inner flesh of the extended vagina took it to its full depth. Only a couple of inches of the body of the device remained outside the grasp of Rachel’s greatly distended cunt. The remainder tapered forward to the one and half inch jaws that would hold the pounding shaft and on the top edge, a small saw.
Those pieces would not be added until they were ready in a couple of weeks to enter the ring. There was further training still to be done, and time was needed for their vaginas to contract sufficiently to completely grasp the deep groves and raised ridges on the body of the tool.
The Jillhammer was designed to be used exclusively as an enormously destructive weapon. Putting it in place had been a difficult task; once the vagina had contracted to grip it firmly, removing it the way it went in would be nearly impossible.
The device was made so that the battery could be fully recharged while in place, in the case a woman actually survived a Jillhammer fight and could take part in another by recharging the deeply seated battery inside her after her wounds healed.
Rachel thought the insertion was complete, but there was one more piece to be put in place. One of the handlers took a small device from his kit, shaped like and the size of a .45 bullet with a six-inch wire attached. A large bore catheter was inserted into her urethra, and the device was pushed all the way up into her bladder.
The other handler held a small plastic device with a button on it. They released Rachel’s wrists while holding her on her back on the table. The handler passed the small device to Rachel and told her to push the button. When she did so, she suddenly bucked violently, thrusting her hips high as she shrilly screamed.
“That’s Sparkie at work,” he said, “Just a small reminder if you forget what you are supposed to do. You’ll get some training with that between now and your event, and then we’ll replace it with another, with instead of that light charge, will give it a full charge for the event.”
They released Rachel from the bench and attached Carmen, fitting her in the same manner with her large cunt-held weapon and her own bladder-mounted Sparkie. On both women about four inches of wire stuck out of their urethras to make the attached antenna just the right length for the frequency used.
During the next two weeks the girls had some company – through the glass in the next compound were a pair of ten-year-old girls working four-hour shifts, replaced with more little girls for the next shift. They were given the controllers for the Sparkies in the ladies’ bladders.
Carmen and Rachel wore five-inch spike heeled shoes that showed off their beautiful feet and muscular legs to sexual advantage as they moved, the incredible weapons gripped in their wombs, forcing them to slightly bend their knees as they walked, unable to get their knees less than a foot apart.
They were required to wear these shoes for a twelve-hour period, which included their sleep time, which was usually five or six hours. Then they were required to remove the shoes, and remain up on their toes for a full twelve hours. This training worked very well to make them cock-stiffeners.
The three shifts of pairs of girls who controlled the Sparkies in the two women, gave them a bladder jolt each time they dropped from their toes. If a little girl was slow to react, she got a jolt herself from her trainer. When they gave the women a shock, the promised ice cream came into reach for her reward.
These little girls were also in the system, and had won their first fights, and now were being conditioned to inflict pain in the pair of adult nudes without remorse. There was in place an automatic punishment/reward system to train them to enjoy it.
Each of these pretty little naked children was fitted with a miniature Sparkie controlled by their trainer, so they also received bladder jolts as punishment. They also had a cooler on a shaft that lowered from the ceiling, delivering them ice cream when they were to be rewarded.
In the first couple of years of vicious nude Jillhammer fights, the women competing were allowed full use of their arms, which provided them better balance, and the opportunity to grasp and manipulate the opponent. Taking full advantage of this, they went beyond the design of the fights.
What ended use of their arms was a fight in which one bitch got onto her back, used her powerful arms and legs to hold her opponent above her, and drilled open the young muscle-bound cunt’s belly, giving herself a disgusting gut shower in a fight that lasted less than thirty seconds.
That’s a hold she adapted from the old style of wrestling, but from which the girl elevated has no possible retreat. It was spectacular, but when it was repeated by another fighter who had witnessed that first devastating event, the rules were immediately changed, as there was no fight.
From that time onward, Jillhammer fighters had to fight with their elbows tightly bound behind their backs, which makes retaining balance tougher as they parry for position, and more entertaining for the audience. When a woman goes down, her only way to regain her feet is to roll to get back up.
Binding the nude bitch’s elbows behind her back also causes her breasts to jut forward provocatively. When men have their penises out, everyone can see them stiffen at the sight of a nude bitch in spike heels, her cunt loaded with a heavy Jillhammer, struggle to keep her balance.
If she raises her buttocks while attempting to get up, which is the best way to get stable, she risks taking the Jillhammer up the ass, which is the most popular strategy to end a fight. The only training the cunts get is in how to get up and how to avoid getting reamed.
Other than that, they are given some time to get used standing naked in heels with an altered jackhammer called the Jillhammer anchored in their cunt, and fighting with it in place. They first of all had to get used to the weight, and then figure out how to use it as a weapon to attack their opponent.
The avoidance was taught simply because driving the Jillhammer into your opponent’s anus is a quick killer, with no chance for her to extract her rectum from the pounding and splitting drill. In our years of using them, nobody had ever been successful in extracting the pounding head of a Jillhammer.
It was impossible for a naked female fighter to get it out of her asshole safely. It never fucking happened. This is what made the Jillhammer fights so deadly, and exciting for the crowd. They could tear a muscular naked woman to pieces, and eviscerate her in very little time, when mounted in the cunt of an accomplished bitch killer.
Neither of these two ladies, new to our ring and our incredible sport, had any experience with our cunt-loaded weapons, but both were learning fast, as their lived depended on it. Both naked bitches stood with their thighs spread, knees bent, their naked posture enhanced by their sexy spike heels, ready for action.
From their urethra opening above the emerging Jillhammer on each lady’s cunt was the end of the antenna wire from the sparkie, the pain-probe that had been inserted into their cunts, so that the ten-year-old girls operating the sparkie controls could give them prompts for action.
The squeeze of their rectums had the motors roaring and the heads on the murderous devices anchored in their wombs slamming hard. They tentatively moved toward each other, Their ample breasts pointing severely forward, nipples extended, because of their elbows being tightly tied behind their backs. This also made balance awkward.
Rachel the Gypsy made the first move, striding with her left foot to bring her weapon forward. Carmen matched her move, and now the two naked bitches with the pounding Jillhammers in their cunts, in the ring beneath the water aboard the D-Ring Inc, ship in the Miami harbor were closely facing each other.
This was a safe place to hold a naked bitch death-fight, as the Florida laws, formed to protect aboriginal fishing rights, applied only to what happened above the water, not below. This was where people from around the nation came to see naked little girls, frequently armed, fight to the death.
Mothers were drawn into gambling at the casino, and they became unflinchingly permissive regarding the use and abuse of their little girls, just to feed their gambling addiction. Today it was adult ladies naked in the ring, and the audience was primed for the extreme violence about to unfold.
THE END OF CHAPTER ONE