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Writer: Regis
Subject: THE LADIES’ SPORT 3
Story Codes: Erotic Horror
Synopsis: Thoroughbred Park was a private race track, where gamblers got sexual thrills as well as the chance to gamble on high-stakes horse races, as well as other competitions, which the two eager young businesswomen had heard about. Nothing was for certain, but their curiosity was piqued, so they found their way to the private track, where, at the very least, the jockeys rode naked. They discovered at a private party following the racing that there was another sport on which to wager, one far more outrageous and thrilling, in which society women got naked, and rode either end of a long double-ended dildo, attempting to hurt each other, a sport in which there was a gonad-damaging professional level. They wrangled an invitation to the ultra-private after party where they were able to get involved at a painfully intimate level, cunt to dildo-stuffed cunt. Gamblers bet on which woman was able to make the other scream first, and on which cunt would be the first to give up. This was both exciting and dangerous.
The Ladies’ Sport 3
“In most cases the girls who lose are ready for a good solid fist fuck at the end of the bout, and in some of the clubs, they actually invite it. You’d have to be a woman to understand and believe this, but these broads love this kind of action. Getting their cunts hammered really turns them on.
Its like them taking a power fuck. Everything else is left behind when they get carried away with this remarkable sport. They just can’t get or give enough attention to their cunts once they start. Particularly when they have first been tenderized in a competition like this!”
The girl who had cried for the other to stop was screaming and in tears, but had only called stop nine times. With every kick now, her whole body shuddered. She was taking a severe pounding, and the other girl showed no signs of stopping. This was what she had come to do, and she was not going to be deterred by screams for mercy.
She knew how much the other girl liked this kind of abuse, as she did, and was giving her the boot with all she had. The girl who was trying to give up was sobbing so hysterically that she was hardly able to get the words out. She had also stopped kicking, a sign that she was in total submission.
Sharri thought she had even spread her legs wider, giving the other woman a better target. Her opponent was giving her an incredible internal beating, and the audience watched enthralled as she managed at last to scream “STOP…PLEASE!!!” once more. She was too involved in the beating to keep count,
and had no idea how many times she had screamed stop.
There were still two to go. The audience was shouting for more damage, and they were being obliged. The hammering leg of the victor was pounding the dildo unmercifully into the bruised cunt, and it looked like the swollen female organ was pulverized by the
tremendous beating.
At last the sobbing girl twisted in her harness, and got the other two pleas for an end to the beating articulated. The master of ceremonies reached for his whistle but before he got it to his lips he saw the loser had passed out, so instead he raised his fist and declared a knockout.
The woman in control did not see this, or else ignored it to get in some payback, and continued to pound as hard as she could with her powerful legs, driving the big dildo hard into the cunt of the unconscious woman. The referee grabbed her beneath the
arms and pulled her back, chuckling.
“That’s enough for now, sweetheart, you got her good, and you’re the fucking winner!” The incredible contest was finally over. The eyes of the loser opened, and she shook her head. The girls lay panting in exhaustion, both of them sweating profusely. Then the winner sat up, slid off the dildo, and leaned forward to help the defeated girl sit up.
She moaned and twisted, then she too pulled herself off the impaling dildo, and they moved together into an embrace,
and kissed. It was not like they were lesbians, Sharri thought. It was more as if they had shared a powerful experience, each giving the other what she wanted and could only receive in the ring and were celebrating what they had done to each other.
When they got off the table to leave, Sharri noticed that they both
walked gingerly. Clearly they were aching inside. Strangely, she craved that kind of ache. The carpet was removed from the glass table, and the novice trial was announced. Two other girls volunteered to try the big rubber cock first, and Sharri and Andra were frustrated they would have to wait.
One of the industrialist’s beautiful daughters opened the overnight bag she had brought, and produced a second long double-ended dildo. The first pair of girls moved to the side of the table, making room for the second pair beside them. The other two girls on the table blushed as they slid off their panties.
This was the most daring thing any of them had done in their lives, but it was so exciting that they could not back out. Sharri and Andra had once tried lesbian sex, just to see what it was like, and they had liked it. They had giggled upon discovering that
they both shaved their pussies, then they had spent the night together, and had brought each other to orgasm several times, but had not tried insertion of an object before. And they had certainly never been intimate in front of other people before.
This was the real thing, and these people, all strangers, were offering the daring girls encouragement as they placed bets. Andra felt the coolness against her bare buttocks with her skirt raised in back, but she was not yet exposed, because her short skirt was still in place in front.
That did not last long, because one by one the girls moved onto the top of the large low glass table, and that required spreading their legs, which cinched up their skirts. She was now on display, and she saw that the other three looked as embarrassed as she personally felt.
This was not the kind of thing that would make her mom and dad proud, but they weren’t here, and none of the people here knew
them. Besides, now that she was committed and had her bare hips and neatly shaved sex organ exposed, she found being on display was not as bad as she had thought, and she felt her excitement level rising.
Sneaking a look at the other pair of girls, she was real glad she shaved her groin clean – everybody was doing it, it seemed, or at least everybody who wanted to try that outrageous sport on stage.
“You can do it!” one of the women shouted as the girls positioned
themselves, crotch to crotch…
“Oh God, you’re beautiful!” yelled a man.
“Let me have your panties!” cried another.
“Good girls, you have what it takes!” one of the women shouted as they picked up the dildos.
“Get the plastic man between you, that’s it!”
“Moisten the end by rubbing it on yourself!”
“That’s really sexy – keep it up!” Sharri responded to the encouragement, and thrust her hips.
“God, those women are daring! I’d never have the nerve to do that!”
“Use the tip to spread your pink clam lips, darling!”
“Oh yes, poke it inside!” Andra wished the spectators would not be so specific.
“Shift your hips to get closer to her!”
“Get it on, girls!”
“That’s right, slide the plastic shaft right into yourself as far as it goes!”
“Lift your leg over hers, that’s the way!”
“Now grab each other’s wrists, so you can have some control, and keep your partner honest!”
The four daring novice girls were by now all in position, fully impaled on the remarkable rubber double-ended dongs. Andra shifted her hips to improve her position, and gave Sharri a real shot deep in her cunt. She apologized, but as they moved to get comfortable and ready, they each gave their partner a deep unexpected prod, bringing protest.
Andra was wearing a silk blouse, without a bra, and worried about ruining the expensive garment, she undid the buttons, and slid out of it, freeing her remarkable breasts. The audience responded with applause, and one of the other girls did the same.
The whistle blew, they grasped their partners’ wrists, and they began gently sliding their groins toward each other, sliding deeper onto the cunt-impaling dildos. All four girls explored advantages of hip movement, and found that very erotic. The lips of their stuffed pussies were still a couple of inches apart, but as they got bolder, the separation of their smooth naked organs diminished.
The delicate sex meat was inching closer together as the girls became more aggressive in their pulling on each other’s wrists and grinding their hips in erotic motions. Their pink pussy petals brushed several times, and then they began to hump seriously, and the cunts were mashed together, giving a rubbing stimulation to the aroused clits.
These novice girls were fucking each other vigorously on the double dildos, hammering themselves and their partners onto the devices that joined them at the groin. Squeals of delight came from all four, and from the other girls present as well. The two professional Kick League performers had dressed, and they
joined the rest of the audience in cheering on the four cunt-humping novices.
Suddenly Sharri went into a spectacular orgasm, and Andra, without much choice in the matter, followed. Their cunts were mashed together in the pressing and twisting that fired their flared cuntlips, and their inflamed organs swelled in response to the remarkable abuse.
These girls had discovered an incredible new level of sexual gratification. The deep probing and poking of the dildos inside them was driving the all four girls on the table top wild, and their
fucking action became even more pronounced. They were giving it all they had, and the spectators appreciated every move.
Their host nodded in approval as he watched the wanton behavior of his young novice guests. They were hooked, and within a month he would have them on his circuit of private Kick League gambling houses. The wealthy industrialist was increasing his wealth with his holdings.
He now ran a stable that included much more than fast race horses. He had developed a stable of beautiful white and various colored female slaves, entrapped by their own sexual desires.
Through sound psychological principles, he had taken normal young women and developed in them a fine balance between sadism and masochism.
He was one of only six powerful men in North America who had
developed such a string of girls. Their gratification was derived from both giving to each other and receiving an unusual level of both punishment and pleasure. Because of its purely sexual nature, the public competition satisfied a number of basic human needs for the young women who got into it.
These powerful men had discovered how easy it was to develop in the hearts and minds of the women a high level of dependency on being allowed to compete. It was an addiction in the truest sense. The lovely bitches actually begged to be entered in matches with skilled opponents.
Their drive became so strong that they could be persuaded to do a number of bizarre things in order to remain in the good graces of their masters. This was an ideal form of domination of vulnerable women. The controlling men had no need for chains or confinement; their employees needed no keys, drugs or coercion: these women willingly became their slaves, true sex slaves.
What was so startling was that these were all refined and educated women who in other respects were in command of their lives. They had come to realize the strength of their sexual urges, urges that could only be satisfied by not watching but participation in this outrageous sport.
The four women finally lay back, exhausted from their mental and
physical exertion. They had found an incredible satisfier in this use of the double-ended rubber cocks, much more than they had ever experienced with men, who usually used the slam-bam-thank you-ma’am approach to sex, using them simply as a cock-holster, a female object in which to masturbate. In this sport
they got to be equal participants.
Sharri realized that she had not had much ntimate involvement with Andra, and saw that in fact the young woman she considered a friend was just a female tool to use for her self-gratification. The difference was that she got to play too, getting her rocks off as she gave it to both herself and her partner.
This was not a lesbian act, it was just using a woman the way men did, and with a big payoff in her pussy. She wondered how much more satisfying it would be to use the larger, more punishing tool that the women did. She wondered how she could get to experience that wonderful looking Kick League equipment.
She felt another orgasm coming as she thought of the power of the big dildo being driven by a woman’s kicking leg! She hadn’t thought when she came looking for kicks that she would find what she sought so literally.
“That was quite a performance!” the man she had been sitting with said to her as she got up off the table and lowered her skirt. None of the girls put their panties back on. They had shown their smooth bare pussies to these appreciative and supportive strangers, and modesty now seemed irrelevant.
It was much more daring to sit on the sofas in their short skirts, giving peeks to the guests as they all watched the next set of girls try the thrilling sex sport.
“Thank you,” she said, blushing slightly as she sat down beside him again. “That was quite an experience.”
“You looked like you enjoyed yourself up there. Not every girl has the ability to let go her inhibitions and really get the enjoyment that the sport offers, at least not their first try, as you did.”\
“I really enjoyed it. I’ve never done anything like that before, not with another woman, or anything in front of a bunch of people. It was scary.”
“I’ll bet you found that scariness was really a thrill.”
“Yes, it was exciting! I never dreamed I’d ever do anything so bold and lewd! Look at those girls with their skirts raised and that big dildo in them, bucking their hips like that in public! I hope I didn’t look that wanton!” She knew immediately the moment she said it that she had been every bit as aggressive in displaying her sexual hunger. She had virtually ignored the audience.
“Well, you were really getting into it, and it was clear that you really enjoyed it. The audience does make it more exciting, but it is the give and take that most of the competitors say they enjoy most.”
“I gave as good as I took, didn’t I!” she said proudly.
“You have a beautiful pussy, not too red or dark on the fringes, and it looked great gripping that big dildo! And you moved so well! You would be a real natural if you ever got interested in the sport.”
“Seriously?”
“Seriously! We always have an opening for such a natural competitor. I’ll bet you and your friend could make big money when you get to winners, win some of the big competitions. There is big money involved, thanks to our gamblers. I don’t want to suggest that you would even consider it, but we do have openings right now for scheduled competitions.”
“I don’t know, it’s really gross!”
“It can be, if the wrong people get into the sport. Our events are totally private, and we are very careful in who we select to enter. We make certain the competitors are of excellent character.
Otherwise, it could deteriorate from being a true sport to the level of boxing or wrestling.
We have a high-class product, and feature only top-level beautiful young women in our sport. I think you could do very well at it. But I don’t want to push you. Take a few days to think about it, and if we still have an opening when you get back to me, we might be able to talk about it.”
“You said you have scheduled openings, or openings for scheduled events right now?”
“Yes, but maybe the girls who are on the table now, or one of the others, might decide they want in. Our openings for new ‘dance’ contestants are limited, because most of our girls stay at it and progress through the sport. We are working hard to elevate the sport, and introduce it to some new private clubs across the cuntry.
That’s why we only wish to encourage women who are serious about the sport, and may want to consider it as a profession. The
possibilities are limitless, and it is, in the final analysis, good clean fun.”
“If Andra and I said yes tonight, could we get in on it?”
“Well, I can talk to the boss, and see what he says. He saw your
performance, and I think he was impressed with both of you. Why don’t you ask your friend, while I check with the boss? From what I saw tonight, I’m willing to put your name forward.”
“Gee, thanks!” The man Andra was chatting with finished his
conversation with her and got up. Sharri grinned at Andra.
“The guy I was just talking to wants us to get into the sport! He said we’d be great, and both guys and women would love us!”
“That’s what the guy I was talking to said, too,” Andra replied. “What are we getting into?
“I’m sure it’s all on the up-and-up. This is a really rich guy that does this, he owns race horses and everything. Also, he lets his daughters do it, even in public, so it’s got to be the coming thing.”
“It was really fun, wasn’t it!” Andra’s eyes were gleaming as she spoke. She was watching the two pairs of young novices on the table, who were in ecstasy as they pulled each other’s arms and bucked their hips with the fierce desperation of women in heat. This was really exciting to watch, but much more exciting to do.
“Should we try it?” she asked.
“We already did,” Sharri replied, “and we know that we really like it, and that we are not afraid to do it with others watching, because we already did that too. I never dreamed I could take my panties off in front of strange people, but it was fine with these people. They were really nice, and supportive.
“And the rich guy’s daughters did it for everybody to see, before anyone else had broken the ice. I know it’ll be okay!”
“It’s so exciting!” Andra said. “I wonder when he wants us to get started?”
Her question was answered when the two men returned. “Well, what do you think? Do you think you are ready to enter a real
competition?”
“What did he say?” Sharri asked.
“He was very impressed with your enthusiasm, and your natural abilities, both of you. He also said he would be willing to give you a chance to prove yourself as novices on a card he has lined up for next Wednesday night. Are either of you free then?”
“I could get free that night,” Sharri said, trying not to sound too excited.
Andra nodded.
“Oh, and you’ll have to have a training session, just to get used to the equipment. The boss’s daughters usually work out on Monday nights. They could show you the ropes.”
“Yes! Yes! Yes!” Andra burst out, barely able to contain her excitement. “We’ll be there! Where do we go, and what time should we be there?”
The arrangements were made. In just two short days, they would be training on that enormous dildo, naked! And in two more days, they would be doing what they had seen the two Kick League professionals doing in that harness, naked, writhing on a carpet, in that outrageous sexual competition, and in public!
It was unbelievable! What had these two brazen young ladies let
themselves in for? When and where would it all end?
THE END OF CHAPTER THREE