THE DEVIL IS IN THE DETAILS 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: THE DEVIL IS IN THE DETAILS

Published: 31.01.2024

Story Codes: Demonic, Young Ones, Fighting

The Devil Is In The Details

CHAPTER ONE

Lucifer’s greatest thrill is ejaculation. In his home turf, Hell, He has total reign. His favorite cunt is His own fist, and He usually ejaculates like His penis is a blowtorch. When He is highly excited, it performs more like a flamethrower. Being the Archangel, He has complete control over how it works and can back it down for use in a woman he doesn’t choose to roast on the inside.

Satan also has complete control over the construct of his semen, as well as the DNA it contains, so that he can fornicate with a wife, and the result will be the same as if she conceived her husband’s sprog. He likes to make women more fertile before coupling with them, and they will commonly produce twins or triplets each time, and the cunts always drop female pups.

He likes to be present at conception, usually in the disguise of a wet nurse, to witness first-hand the agony He has brought to the bitch He fucked, as well as to inspect the genitals of the newborn, to assure Himself that it is a cunt He’s produced. He never makes mistakes but loves witnessing a human calf emerging from its human cow.

That’s one of the advantages of being in complete control. He uses this power to create sinners of otherwise decent citizens. For example, He will invite wealthy residents of a community to a bacchanal, in which they get naked and frolic around a pool, engaging in coitus with each other in groups, involving both wives and young daughters. Just for fun, He will ensure little boys are present, to experience boy-cunt rape.

For entertainment at these regular events, He will bring together half a dozen young teens and some wives He has impregnated when they are ready to whelp. He will have these young girls and ladies carrying triplets produce them while dancing for the eager audience, who cheer them on while they dance naked, legs wide spread, and they squeeze out their screaming infants, unassisted.

This is an intoxicating sport the Devil has devised, corrupting everyone present so that they will of their accord repeat such wanton behavior, hosting parties in their homes featuring naked young girls and the wives of neighbors producing their infants from impossibly stretched cunts. The experience is life-shattering for the young girls, and the host’s excuse will always be “The Devil made me do it!”

Lucifer looked for a way to bring this level of erotic evil to the broader community, and easily found a way. He visited a daycare and found that little girls liked to fight and hurt each other. That, He quickly realized, would make great sport, and attract women, who had been little girls, with the nasty streak never buried too deep.

He met, in His human form, with a mother in the suburbs. Grace was twenty-three, with a remarkable figure. Her husband made enough that they could live comfortably on one salary, and she had far too much time on her hands while raising six and four-year-old pretty and aggressive daughters. She was a socialite, with many friends in the neighborhood, all with young daughters, thanks to copulating with the Devil in the disguise of a paramour.

Without much difficulty, he persuaded Grace to invite friends over for a friendly afternoon tea and to bring along a daughter for a competition that could be fun. The girls would be required to be naked, to make all of their hurtful attacks visible to the audience of cheering ladies, and to fight each other to entertain their mothers and neighbors. They were told air pulling, punching, face slapping, head butting, and vicious kneeing of bare cuntlets would all be acceptable.

The party proved to be a smashing success. Only women were invited, all because they were modern in thinking, and were mothers of pretty little girls. The women all gathered in the living room, having moved all the furniture against the walls, and twenty of them formed a circle in which Grace’s six-year-old daughter and Stella’s daughter of the same age were stripped naked and put into the enclosed space.

The nude children were shy at first, but when they were both permitted to hit and scratch each other, with the gathered ladies cheering them on, they followed their first tentative hits with much more aggressive action, which was exactly what the gathering of ladies had come to see.

The naked little girls were not only permitted but were required to hurt each other, and both promptly and eagerly did exactly that, producing shrill excited screams. They scratched, pulled hair, slapped, punched, bit, elbowed, and kneed each other as if they were lifelong enemies, although they had never before met.

The battering the naked little girls gave each other got the ladies in the audience highly stimulated as well as sexually aroused, with their sheer panties becoming damp, and bit by bit they began openly masturbating through their dresses as they enjoyed the highly erotic if brutal, hurtful combat, all of which was beautifully highlighted by the shrill screaming of the fighting little girls. This was proving to be a rewarding sport, at least for the mothers.

The two naked combatants were made to continue long after one had been badly beaten, and after nearly an hour they were finally permitted to stop. They had been able to rip hair from each other’s scalp, had bruised faces and blackened eyes, bore toothmarks on their cheeks, buttocks, and cuntlets, and both had bleeding scratches on their faces, backs, buttocks, and bellies, including their cuntlets.

One of the little nudes had got her fingers going in the cuntlet of her opponent and had managed to break her hymen, popping her cherry, and the blood from the damaged sex organ trickled down the inside thigh of the damaged girl, whose virginity had been stolen by the strong probing fingers.

The event had been a complete success, and while the children were given treatment and ointment for their wounds, the ladies began the process of planning for the next event. The fight had been outstanding, but they thought it might be even more fun to have two fights in an afternoon, featuring four little girls. Lucifer was delighted.

They agreed to give the girls time to heal, perhaps two weeks, and then to stage a rematch between Grace’s losing daughter and Stella’s winning little cuntlet. It was also agreed to start the afternoon with a pair of younger girls, perhaps age six, and a pair of women eagerly volunteered their daughters to be in the opening match as naked little fighters.

During the interval before the next fight, the mothers all set aside time at home to teach their daughters how to be effective in hurting their opponent. As well, Grace and one of the mothers of a six-year-old, Cathy, spent extra time shaping and sharpening their daughters’ fingernails, so they would be far more effective in scratching.

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Because the fight had gone so well, Lucifer visited all four mothers for the upcoming contest, seduced and engaged in coitus with them, inseminating all four of them with his seed, to enable them to produce for him triplet girls, so that in nine months, from these three cunts he would have a dozen new baby daughters.

His sole purpose in creating them was that they were to be developed as naked little party fighters in the exciting new afternoon household sport he had, through the female surrogates, developed. He decided to inspire the ladies to name it “KFC”, not for the chicken, but for the young participants, so it would be known as the Kiddie Fight Club.

After the success of the first event, many more mothers wanted to treat their little girls as fighters, and they all began training their female children to fight. Their little girls caught on fast, and soon fights were breaking out on the elementary school grounds before classes, during recess and the lunch hour, as well as on the way home in the afternoon.

Mothers encouraged kindergarten teachers to permit their four and five-year-old little girls to engage in fisticuffs and wrestling, and several permissive teachers allowed the little girls to get naked in the privacy of their classrooms before they fought. The female teachers were all persuaded to make videos of the battles, to show the parents how well their little daughters were doing.

They also made a profit, as they posted the videos onto pay sites, and they became very popular, most of them being illegally pirated and posted briefly to Facebook, and promptly going viral. The obscene videos were taken down, but re-posted by thousands of video pirates, so that they were always available.

The videos were seen by young mothers Lucifer inspired to watch, and they were so taken by the new sport that they organized nude kiddie fight parties in their neighborhoods. Soon the naked child fight sport was being seen in cities and towns around the country, and soon also all around the civilized world.

Cock-jerking men as well as masturbating women enjoyed the darknet videos in the privacy of their homes, and those who knew how copied them to have personal copies to masturbate to whenever they felt the urge for sexual relief. The Devil reveled in the spread of the evil passion of the flesh so many people were engaged in, due to his new sport.

Kerri agreed to host the next event, as her husband was on a business trip, ensuring complete privacy at their home. She engaged a technical contractor to install a series of twelve high-resolution cameras in her living room, all of them hidden, giving complete coverage of the area of the large room where the naked children would do battle.

She also did something unexpected. Because the ladies accepted the nudity of the little girls who would be fighting, she invited several of her eleven-year-old daughter’s friends to come for the afternoon. Kerri taught the young friends and her daughter to be quite naughty, and the girls were very excited by the prospect of doing something so cool.

They giggled as they promised to keep their guilty secret. She got them out of their clothes and then showed the naked girls in heels how to work as provocative, and sexually stimulating. cuntail waitresses and bet-takers. Their only costume was spike-heeled shoes, and leather dog collars, complete with leashes that dangled to the floor.

Any sign of developing groin hair was shaved clean. It would never do to have the ladies see sprouting curls on the naked cunts of the girls she trained. To make the naked serving girls appear even more provocative, she had made a horsehair tail for each of them. These did not attach to a belt or harness of any kind but were self-supporting.

They were made with the horsehair attached to a ten-inch section of broom handle she had cut from several old brooms. She had rounded the ends, when the girls obediently bent forward and spread their buttocks, these lovely new tails were inserted up into their tight little rectums, so that when they walked the tails wagged seductively.

Lucifer was very pleased with Kerri’s initiative. Of her own volition, she was serving His purposes well. The gorgeous twenty-two-year-old cunt, wife of a wealthy commercial real estate broker, was forced to marry when she became pregnant at thirteen and was the mother of four girls, the oldest eight.

Satan was certain He would have more work for her later on, as things developed as He knew they would. He was inspired by how this project developed as if on its own accord, driven by human nature, and He was formulating new plans based on the outstanding success of the first event. This project was getting to be very much to His liking.

CHAPTER TWO

A discrete ad appeared in the classified section of the online newspaper that was carefully crafted to catch the attention of women who were itching for something novel and exciting in their lives.

It read:

Hosting unique, specialized parties for discriminating ladies can be a challenge, and if you are a mother of aggressive young girls who like to interact with other young girls, attending a ladies-only party, to see what is becoming the talk of the town. Featured is an exciting new sport that gets little girls and their young well-to-do mothers going. No prior experience with this exciting new private sport is necessary.

It gave a local phone number, which was probably a burner cell phone with no record of who it belonged to, bought strictly to answer responses to the ad. There were three phones and a small crew of women in the new organization earned their way by volunteering to help collect recruits.

Janice was browsing the internet when she came across a link to the ad. She was a mother of little girls, and being curious, she called the number. After all, just asking couldn’t hurt. The woman who answered was very friendly, inviting, polite, and highly professional. She invited Janice for a glass of wine, in what developed into a qualifying interview. They met in the lounge of an upscale downtown hotel.

“Hi,” the woman who greeted her said, “My name’s Kerri, and I’m so glad to meet you.”

“Hi,” Janice responded, “Thanks for seeing me. I’m just really curious to see what this is all about. I’m not sure I would want to get myself involved or anything, I’m just interested in hearing more about it.”

“I’m glad you’re interested,” Kerri said as they took their seats at a table that gave them some privacy.

A waitress took their order, both ordered Sherry, and they giggled at the coincidence. They waited for their drinks to come and the waitress to depart before they continued with their conversation.

“I belong to an informal group of ladies, all mothers, who share some common interests. We all spend far too much time chatting at a very basic level with our children, are find ourselves starved for significant, intelligent conversation. A couple did something about it and created this group of young women in similar circumstances.

“The truth is, we find it refreshing to spend time with women who share our interests, and as we discovered to our surprise, values. It’s amazing what we learned about ourselves thanks to getting together. What developed is a sport that is very private and very exciting for us to watch, with our little daughters involved.”

“That sounds fascinating,” Janice said, “What is it you all have in common?”

Instead of an answer, she was met with a question.

“Do you have one or more daughters, and what age might they be? You’re young, so I’d guess they’d at most be in elementary school.”

“That’s a strange thing to ask. Yes, I have two daughters, one seven who is in grade two, and the other five, who is in kindergarten. Why do you ask?”

“That’s great news, Janice. We are all mothers of daughters in that age range, and they are the focus of our parties. We meet at someone’s home, always with a different hostess, for afternoon tea, and often wine, and a couple of us bring along one of our daughters to the event. Do your daughters ever get naughty by getting it on with a girl in their class at school?”

Janice was surprised again.

“I’m embarrassed to say, but Connie, my seven-year-old, came home with a black eye from getting into a fight with another girl at recess. I was shocked to hear that the other girl fared worse, as she had two black eyes and a broken nose. It turns out Connie has a pretty good right.”

“There’s no need to be embarrassed, dear friend, little girls are well known for being combative, and most of them, unlike little boys, want to keep at it until they’ve hurt the other girl, so she’ll remember who it was that got her. It’s just human nature, and we’ve found our little girls express themselves physically so well.”

“I think we’re getting off-topic. Tell me more about your tea parties and how the girls take part.”

“We are right on topic. They are afternoon events when husbands are busy away at work. We all take turns hosting them, and there’s one held every couple of weeks. They are designed to allow a couple of our little girls to get into a scrap so that we mothers can watch them get at it.”

“That’s over the top,” Janice said, and Kerri was happy to hear her that was just an opinion, with no hint of being judgemental.

“We even have special ‘introductory parties’ for other young mothers interested in what we, and of course our daughters do, and perhaps finding it interesting enough to join us. Would attending one of those interest you? There’s one coming up next Thursday.”

Janice took her phone out of her purse and checked her calendar.

“I have something in the morning, and a lunch with a friend planned, but that can be switched.”

“That’s great,” Kerri said, “You’d want to be there in plenty of time to get your bearings, as they always start at 1:30.”

Kerri gave her the address, picked up the bill for their drinks, and the two parted, agreeing to meet at 1:00 at the party house on the following Thursday.

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Grace greeted Janice at her home when she arrived, and she saw that, as agreed, Kerri had come early. The furniture in the living room had been moved against the walls, and there was a square formed by chairs, five to the side. Grace explained this was where the little girls who were scheduled for today would do battle. This was so exciting!

Half the mothers would sit on the chairs, with the other half of the forty ladies who were expected, to stand behind them, so that everyone would have a great view of everything that occurred. Janice thought of how she had felt a stirring in her gut when she heard of her daughter fighting at school and wondered what it would be like to witness a pair of little girls duking it out. She was about to find out.

“Only women are invited to these events,” Kerri told her, “No men are ever allowed because they would only think of the sexual side, and although it’s not commonly known, men are all highly attracted to naked little girls. By excluding men, we have the privacy to do things the way we want to.

“And oh, something I hadn’t mentioned before, is that the children will have their clothing removed before they begin. That way it’s more natural, and without men, there are no sexual implications. When they are naked, there is nothing hidden, and with their genitals on display, they also come into play as targets. It’s so exciting that way!”

Janice was startled at this revelation and now understood the thinking behind keeping the audience restricted to women, who understood such things much better. As she had learned of the sport, she had never thought of the children fighting naked, but it made perfect sense, so that the women could see everything they did during their fight, no matter where they hurt each other.

The image of a naked little girl scratching and punching, and even biting, the tender cuntlet of her naked little opponent got her juices stirring. She wasn’t sure, but there might be something sexual in her response to the image. She was not a psychology specialist, but she knew when her damp cunt was speaking, and what it was saying. This was going to be something special.

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By 1:15 everyone had arrived, and Grace assigned seating for the twenty ‘women of standing’, so to speak, who would have chairs. They were picked, Kerri explained, by how often their daughters had participated, had won, or were going to be on today’s card. As a novice, Janice was assigned to stand, but with those in front of her being seated, she had a great view.

She was shocked when, with ten minutes to go, two naked little six-year-old girls were brought forward and placed in the ring. This was quite naughty, but as Kerri had said, it was very private, with women only, and they could do whatever they liked. They were taking full advantage of the privacy.

A further shock came when two naked ten-year-old girls wearing perfectly fitting high-heeled shoes appeared, serving finger food and offering the women drinks. These ladies did have the world by the tail and were taking full advantage of their privacy.

“We can do whatever we want, as long as nobody disapproves.”

She looked Janice straight in the eye and said, “I don’t think anyone will object, not for a private event like this one, where everyone present agrees on the terms.”

This was a statement of fact, not a question.

The naked little girls in the ring were posturing and warming up, bending forward to touch their toes, stretching as high as they could with their arms, doing as they had been taught to do, so that the women watching could get a good look at their twin groin portals, which would get the ladies in the mood, as well as to evaluate them, to decide on which of them they’d place a wager.

Janice liked the physique and gleam in the eye of one of them, showing attitude, and admired the way her puffy cuntlet parted for her erect clit, being gently spread by its invasive presence. The child’s inner cuntlips dangled much like her own as if the child had engaged in sex with her father, older brother, or perhaps an uncle.

With nothing else to go by, she placed a twenty dollars bet on the kid. She had noticed a sign by the entrance that declared twenty was the minimum bet, and she didn’t want to go too far, to begin with. She wondered how far the ladies in charge and the mothers would allow the fight to go, and as she thought of that her panties became damper.

“Her nickname is Knees,” Grace informed her, “Her real name is Kathy. She earned that nickname when she discovered the power of a knee being smashed into the cunt of her opponent, and the name has stuck. She’s a feisty fighter, and like the other girl, has won all but two of her bouts. They both started when they were five and have each had more than a dozen fights.”

“That’s amazing!” Janice said, “This organization of yours must be a lot larger than I thought, and has to have been operating for some time, for these little girls to get in that many fights.”

The naked girls were both standing up as high as they could in excitement, their shapely little feet arching and straining beautifully in their excitement.

“How many fights have your daughter taken part in?” she asked.

“My daughter’s was one of the first. These two started fighting soon after the Society formed. The blonde kid is Laura. Their young mothers were anxious to get their little girls into fights, because being in a fight, not necessarily winning, was an instant way to gain recognition, and as I’m sure you know, recognition is huge in a society that hinges on the validation of the individual.”

Janice did not know that but nodded in agreement. Just then Grace called the meeting to order and gave a brief introduction to the sport for the several women like Janice who were present for the first time, and quite curious about how things worked. If new young mothers were to buy in, they would have to have a good understanding of how business was conducted, so to speak.

“Welcome, ladies! As some of you are new, and may not know, the KFC stands for Kiddie Fight Club. Like in any sport, you’ll always find the odd chicken who is hesitant to fight!”

That brought a broad chuckle. Grace knew the way to get an audience on your side was to begin and end her presentation with humor.

“We’re an informal group, in that we’re not registered as a Society.”

That was interesting. It meant that they could fly under the radar. Doing so was important when what you were doing was in many aspects regarded as illegal. The last thing they would need would be probing eyes and investigating them. The more she learned, the more exciting she found this was.

“Although we have many such groups throughout the State and well beyond, including several here in the city, we are all pretty much independent, so that some differences exist in how the groups operate. Those differences come to light and make it quite interesting when we have playdowns.

We’re all highly protective of our secrecy and total privacy, allowing us to do what we do with impunity. That’s important if we’re always going to get our rocks off. Getting together for a common interest is one thing, but having to deal with the law is quite another. So far we’ve been lucky. The daughter of a State Supreme Court Judge is one of our active members.

“There are very few rules,” Grace explained, “So there is no need for a referee for our fights. That would just complicate things. The girls who fight are on their own. One thing that is always strictly enforced is that mothers may not intervene when their little girl in the ring is losing. Her child is on her own entirely, for the good of the sport, as well as for the excitement of all of us.

“The hostess for the day is the only one who gets to end the fight, and her decision is final. In this case, that will be me. Remember, it’s all in good fun, and if the kids are going to get some gratification from fighting, at the very least we mothers should also get some satisfaction out of watching them go at it. The sole objective is for the little bitches to hurt each other, as their pain is our fucking gain!

“After all, we’re the ones who designed and put on the sport, and went to the trouble first to get ourselves knocked up, and then to bring them screaming into the world, kicking and screaming, with more than a little discomfort to ourselves, as you all know! If that doesn’t earn us the right to watch the pretty naked cuntlets’ nasty little fight, I don’t know what does.

“Because the little girls always fight naked, which is by unanimous approval of all the mothers who take part, they are genital-focused, encouraged to hit, punch, kick, bite, scratch or otherwise damage the other child’s pretty little cuntlet. They all seem to understand the value of that, as they all do it, and beautifully, I might add.

“When scratching the buttocks, they are also encouraged to scratch the opponent’s anus, including sticking fingers inside to do some interior damage. Most of the girls, including these two, are virgins, and therefore damage to the interior of their little cunts is avoided, although their vestibules always get good internal as well as external scratching.

“I must tell you, though, that at a couple of the fights I’ve attended, the ladies present were treated to the brutal deflowering of a little girl by an aggressive rival. Neither of those was real competitions but were what we refer to as ‘fixed bouts’, in which a girl of eight or nine is pitted against a seven-year-old.

“Such fights are intentionally one-sided, usually as a punishment for the mother of the young one, but the truth is we mothers get our kicks whether or not our daughter wins. It’s just a sport for entertainment, and getting beaten is as satisfactory as winning because it’s all about participating, and watching damage to the naked kids.”

At this point, the two young mothers of the girls in the ring, neither yet twenty-five, moved forward, slapped the bare bums of their little girls with a resounding smack, and the fight was on. The two naked seven-year-olds yelped at the painful slaps, and then they performed, as was expected of them.

With the experience of more than a dozen fights behind each of them, these two naked little girls knew exactly what to do. Lucifer, disguised as one of the young mothers, had his fist around his erect penis and was quietly pumping on it in eager anticipation. His plans were coming to fruition beyond his best wishes.

CHAPTER THREE

Kathy and Laura started by punching at each other’s head, and then both grabbed a fistful of the other’s hair. Kathy promptly slammed her knee up into Laura’s groin, smashing her little cuntlet flat. Harsh child screams filled the living room. Those were quickly joined by the voices of their mothers and others encouraging them to do damage.

As soon as Laura regained her balance, her knee smashed up into Kathy’s cuntlet, bringing on a retaliatory blow to her already bruised cuntlet. Within two minutes, both had absorbed half a dozen hard knee slams into their sex organs, and both pubic mounds were now red and taking on a puffed swelling that caused the slits to open.

Janice was both shocked and delighted with what she was seeing and learning, and how this fight was going. This was so outrageously obscene that her cunt was soon flared and actively producing woman-cum. She knew immediately she had to get her daughters involved and get in line to host a “KFC” afternoon at her home while her husband was on one of his many out-of-town trips.

“Now it gets interesting,” Kerri said to her as the girls were now down on the floor, one hand still gripping the other’s hair while with their free hand, each began scratching the other’s bare cunt with her fingernails.

This brought new shrill screams from the naked combatants, and more encouraging shouts from the women watching.

Janice, aware the others were too engaged in watching the tots battle to notice her, quietly lifted her short skirt and reached down to rub her itching cunt, feeling the moisture collected in her panties. She slipped the panties aside to rub her engorged clit, and realized this was a major sexual turn-on for her.

This was proving to be the kind of thing she experienced normally in her most outrageous wet dreams. She was undergoing an orgasm superior to any she could ever remember. She could feel her erect nipples rub against the material of her blouse, and her clit felt rubbery and extra warm against her fingers.

Laura used her hold on Kathy’s hair to jerk her head back and then got her head down between Kathy’s legs, and sunk her teeth into the puffy cuntlet that awaited her. Janice grinned as she thought that this was a radical hold in any kind of fight, and found it particularly exciting to see a little girl doing it.

The child had a vicious bite, producing ear-piercing screams from Kathy, and with continual biting, the child was soon drawing blood. It was not the first, as both girls had substantial scratches, but the production of blood was more than any other surface wound. Kathy’s fists began battering Laura’s head and face, and soon the little biter backed off, with one eye swelling and blood trickling from her nose.

Grace stood up, moved into the fight space, grabbed the hair of both naked children, and standing up straight, pulled them apart.

“I think this is enough to inform the new ladies and give you a taste of what our novel sport is all about.”

She stood, a bleeding naked girl standing on either side of her, held firmly in position by the hair.

Janice took a deep breath, absorbing how very stimulating it was to watch such an excitingly violent naked kiddie fight. These ladies had struck gold with their amazing new private sport. The perky little cunts would have four days to heal, if they took Friday off school, which for little girls should be sufficient.

Before she left, Kerri took Janice aside and got her to fill out a form. It was an application to become a member of the KFC. There was a separate form with which she applied to host an afternoon meeting. It would be held on file until one of her daughters had competed in at least three fights. She was in ecstasy over what she had just seen.

“You find our sport interesting,” Kerri said, “And we’re pleased to welcome you into our group. For your first event, you can enter either your five or seven-year-old, both are acceptable, as they are both novices. We have an opening for the younger girl in an opening bout this coming Thursday. Are you up for it?”

There was no question about it, she was ready.

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Janice had bought a standard poodle for her family as a pet. She had purchased it as a pup, named him Randy, and when it was a year and a half old, she was inspired one day when she saw its penis extend on a morning walk, as they passed another dog, a bitch apparently in season, she assumed, because of her dog’s immediate interest.

When they got home, she decided to see if it could be attracted to a naked woman in the same way, so she took it into their bedroom, got out of her clothes, and lay back across the edge of the bed on her back, her legs spread, and began to masturbate, drawing the dog’s attention to her welcoming lust-flared receptacle.

It worked. Janice became its regular bitch, performing on demand to the family pet’s insatiable passion for bestiality, or, as she more delicately put it, interspecies copulation. There was nothing more satisfying to her than to couple under her eager pet poodle, and she ensured she was regularly satisfied.

She saw the need to train the domestic beast to ignore other women, so he would not embarrass her in company. Her method was to get the dog to respond to a keyword. When she said ‘fuck’, a word she used only in private, the dog’s penis immediately extended, and its nose sought her groin through her clothing.

It always got him going, sniffing near her cunt until she got naked in the privacy of the bedroom and went down on her hands and knees, her bare ass presented in a way that told him she was ready, willing, and eager to be mounted. Unlike some men she knew, Randy was always interested in copulating with her.

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Susanna was the host at the first competition Janice’s seven-year-old Kelsey took part in. The child was a slender blonde, with a face mature for her years, and a lean but shapely tight bum that always caught the attention of men at the beach. Joyce always took the girls to a nude beach she favored, with the intent of building their self-confidence.

The home was a ranch-style 4,500-square-foot bungalow with a large living room that was perfect for this event. Susanna was a true Southern Belle, raised in Montgomery, Alabama, although she introduced herself as Susanna from Savanna. Janice didn’t care one way or the other, as to her it was all pure bullshit.

The ladies present were surprised when Janice brought her naked five-year-old Amanda out by herself, without an opponent, and set her down on her hands and knees. The nude child put her head down on her crossed arms in front of her, with her knees spread and her butt in the air.

It was Susanna who introduced the act, as the hostess.

“Ladies, Janice, showed us last month how well her children are prepared to fight when her daughter Kelsey beat her opponent so hard on the torso that the kid she was fighting produced a quantity of her feces on the floor to muddy their feet, requiring Wilma do a substantial cleanup later.”

There was applause from the ladies who had been present at that bout, which was most of them. Fortunately, all of the little girls competing were fed a roll of Tums before their competition, for this very reason, and the methane in her stools was greatly reduced by the carminative antacid, diminishing greatly the repugnant odor of kiddie shit.

“She has proposed,” Susanna continued, “We try a bit of variety for today’s introductory bout, featuring her little Amanda. Your committee thought you might enjoy a bit of a change in the program.”

Kerri brought Randy in, his leash held tight as the dog strained. He was in a state of excitement, as seen by his wagging erection beneath him, as Candice had prepared him to be ready to perform. Amanda was still a virgin, so he had extra work ahead of him, to gain entry. The ladies were delighted when they saw the erect state of the hound’s penis and knew exactly what they could expect.

“As you are well aware,” Susanna explained, “men are never allowed at our afternoon parties, so fornication is never part of what we enjoy, but you could argue that bestial sex is not fucking, is it?”

That brought a laugh. Kerri handed the leash to Janice, who took over control of her incredibly horny dog. Little Amanda had no idea what to expect, but she frequently played with Randy at home and was not in the least afraid of what might happen when he climbed over her from behind, and the tip of his erection probed at her little cuntlet.

Amanda looked up at her play friend with a smile. They were going to play horsie, one of her favorite games, but before she always rode him. Her mother had even put her on his back a few times when she was bare-naked, and she liked the feel of his hair rubbing against her little peepee. This was going to be fun!

What happened next was not what she expected. Randy’s rigid shaft poked into her immature vestibule, the end nudging against her tight hymen, and suddenly, with a violent thrust, her dog broke through, ramming its penis deep into her little girl cuntlet. The audience of ladies cheered the sight.

Janice was thrilled she had allowed Randy to rape her little girl in front of an audience of appreciative young mothers. For the moment, she was their hero for having let her dog sexually ravage her younger daughter. This was the kind of unexpected entertainment the women in the group craved, and she had provided it.

Having gained full entry, Randy did what males of all species did, and that was to hump powerfully into the naked screaming child, driving the pointed head of his penis hard against her uterus, with his urethra kissing her cervix, so that when he ejaculated, his semen spurted deep into her, flooding her ovaries with his seed.

The young ladies, shouting their encouragement, cheered when it was clear he had reached his goal and was shooting the child with great gobs of his seed. It would not take, because of the species difference, and the child’s immature gonads, but the obscene act was what it was all about, and the ladies and Satan loved it.

Another young life was re-shaped, and the heartless act of her mother in putting her in this situation would determine how she would grow, and how she would view women as well as men. Her father had raped her when she was five and had done so ever since, as had her mother’s brother, Uncle Saul so that she had a clear view of the sexual drive of men. Now she knew the same of her young unprotective mother.

“Fuck them all,” Amanda thought, and when she grew up she became the Madam of an infamous brothel, which featured both bestiality and the show-rape of little girls.

People came from around the State to witness profane acts before participating in fornication with select little girls raised especially for Madam Amanda, one of the many brides of her Lord, Lucifer.

THE END?