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Writer: Regis
Subject: THE LADIES’ SPORT 4
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 4
Andra arrived at the club first. These gambling clubs were highly illegal, not only because of the lack of control by the gaming commission, but because of the kinds of games they used for some of the gambling. The standard card games were all used, as was the roulette wheel and the crown and anchor wheel, but to attract and keep gamblers coming, they had all added novel entertainments, which also allowed the gamblers to place bets.
The Kick League had emerged from the erotic party game the girls had seen and tried after the race, and was far more aggressive than the simple pull and squeeze game the girls had tried. Those were tame compared to what they discovered was the amazing naked ladies game of chance.
Andra crossed the parking lot to the entrance of the all-night supermarket. She entered the cafeteria, and crossed directly to the small hallway to the washrooms. Past the turn, she saw the door to the women’s room, and opposite it was the door to the men’s room. The third door appeared to be to a nothing more than a maintenance room.
She opened it, and walked into what clearly was what it had at first appeared to be. However, it had a single but striking difference. Behind a smock hanging by a hook were three unmarked buttons. When she pushed the lower button, as her instructions told her to do, the room suddenly began to descend.
The small room was in fact an elevator! The room was moving downward, taking her well below ground. Everything was exactly as the daughters of the wealthy industrialist had told her it would be. It was amazing. She had shopped here several times before, and had even used those washrooms.
How could anyone even suspect there was a secret gambling establishment below the busy supermarket? There was a tight knot in her stomach as the elevator stopped. She opened the door she had used to enter, and she stepped off the strange “moving closet”.
The man who had been sitting beside her earlier was waiting for her inside near the door, and with him was the man who had been sitting beside Sharri. “Hi,” her host said, “Welcome to the High Impact Club!” It did not look much like a club to her. The floor, walls and ceiling were raw cement.
She appreciated the club’s name. She was surprised to see that the ceiling was nearly twenty feet high. The elevator ride was very smooth; her trip did not feel like she had come down so far. She exited the elevator into a small reception area with three doors on different walls.
One door was made of padded leather, with bright brass studs in a pattern. It had polished brass handles, and looked very posh. The second was a bit shocking, as on it was a photograph of naked children, all little girls, playing with their little cuntlets. She was not taken through either of those doors.
“The padded tooled-leather door goes straight into the club,” her host said, “but we don’t allow the girls in there to mix with the gamblers. It might appear that a girl is on the take, and that might affect the outcome of a match.” That explanation sounded perfectly reasonable.
The other door goes into a special part of the Club where we have delightful minor and very nasty entertainments for members and special guests. I doubt you’ll go into that one. Andra was a bit disappointed she would not get to meet gamblers or spend some time watching the other matches and maybe even have the chance to place a small bet.
She was taken down a drab concrete hallway to what was called “the green room”. It was bright and pleasant, and there were several girls there, relaxing on comfortable furniture and chatting. A few of them were naked, the others wearing party clothes that would be fitting in a place like this.
“Girls,” their hostess said, “I’d like you to meet Andra. She’s a novice, and will be participating in the first event of the evening. Andra, these are some of our regularly participating girls. They live on premisis, and we like to think of them as family.”
“Hi,” Andra said. One of the girls slid over on the couch to make room for Andra, and shook her hand.
“”Hi, I’m Nancy. You gotta be one of the two novices we heard about. You on the pill, honey?” she asked.
“Why do you ask?” Andra said, startled.
“Just wondering,” Nancy said, “You’ll find out later. Please ta meet ya.”
“Sure,” Andra said, letting go of Nancy’s hand. The tough looking
professional kick fighter was just trying to be nice, Andra realized, but she was hardly the kind of woman she and Sharri would chose to associate with. This was not quite like the opulence of the training center she had visited a couple of days ago with Sharri.
The big man’s daughters were there, and treated them like guests. They had introduced the girls to the head trainer, a mister Bazooka. Andra had wondered if that was his real name. She doubted it, but that was his business. He was very nice, and they sat and sipped on wine as he told them some things about the provocative sport.
He was particularly specific about what a marvellously rugged organ the female vagina was. He delighted in describing how it absorbed punishment that thrilled spectators and gamblers, and how much pain women participating would endure for the good of the violent sport.
He told them several things about their own sex organs they had never heard before. He seemed to be very knowledgeable,
speaking with an authority that was either based on knowledge, or perhaps simply bravado. He explained to them that the vagina was designed by nature to serve several roles.
It was the only human organ that could stretch to fifty times its normal size within half an hour, to give birth, and then restore within days to its normal petite size and be fully functional as a gripping device for sex within a couple of days, and most of the restoration occurred within an hour. It also had the strength to support the entire weight of its owner. A man’s penis could not possibly do that.
To prove his point, he showed them some very indecent but interesting photos of a private sex circus. There was a picture of a woman balancing on the rounded end of a vertical pole that was inserted into her shaved vulva. It took her full weight, and her nude male partner, sporting an immodest erection, looked in the photo as if he were actually spinning her!
The girls were astounded. The young lady’s vagina was being used as a bearing, taking her full weight. The more they thought about it, the more they realized that it was her uterus taking
the punishment. The woman in the photo looked as if she was enjoying the tough treatment of her genitals.
Either that was the case, or she was a true and gritty professional, smiling brightly for the audience and the camera. There was another shot of a man holding a naked buxom girl in her early teens over his head, supporting the young girl’s full weight on his fist, which was deeply implanted in her vagina.
It was an amazing photo, as were all those the girls were shown. The petite girl with the big boobs was no more than 14, and the large man had the physique of a weight lifter. Andra and Sharri had no idea such a thing was possible. They had never before even imagined a man’s whole fist could fit up into a girl’s cunt.
Yet this man’s fist was inserted deeply into the young girl’s slender love passage, a youngster really, and such a slender youth. He was using his fist to hold the child aloft, supported entirely by her vagina’s grip on his wrist! They found the whole idea very exciting, and said so.
It was clear their guide was speaking the truth about the amazing capability of the female organ. The trainer and the four girls had then got onto the big training mat, and the two novices reluctantly removed all of their clothing, until the two stood naked in front of all the others in the room.
It was not that they didn’t want to do it, it was just that they had never peeled down completely in front of strangers before, even though they had exposed their pussies, and stuffed them with the plastic penis, then shamelessly writhed in passion as they forced their bare organs together.
That was just an erotic demonstration. This was different. This was more intimate, they were introduced to each other, and they felt that they could trust these few people they were with, so
they did it. It was the only way they were going to be able to get to try the big Kick League device, and that was something they didn’t want to miss.
The two wealthy daughters had slid off their panties and their tops, looking completely unconcerned at baring their all before the trainer and the two new girls. They lifted the short tennis skirts they wore, so they were basically naked as they slid themselves onto their pink rubber device they had demonstrated a few nights before at the party.
Sharri and Andra blushed as the trainer brought out the big professional device. It was even larger than they remembered.
“You’re going to have to loosen yourselves up before you can properly mount this thing, because it is meant to fit only when you are very excited, sexually stimulated, if you know what I mean.”
He handed the girls a thick double dildo like the one the others were now enjoying, and he turned to adjust the straps and harness on the Kick League outfit while Sharri and Andra got
themselves into position and mounted their cunts the smaller but exciting dildo.
“It is big enough to completely fill your womb when you are loose and aroused, so you will stay on it better, and be less likely to be injured by some unfortunate accident. You can take a much better kicking when you are fully packed! That means it is much too big
to take in when your pussy is not loosened up and flexible!”
They had blushed at his direct language, but they obediently lifted their hips, positioned the warm-up instrument, then gradually moved their crotches toward each other, providing enough pressure to gradually drive the dildo into both eager female fuck-holes. This was fantastic.
They both felt in control, neither manipulated or subservient to the other. Andra remembered that it was just like at the party, she was fucking the other girl, and getting a powerful fucking herself, but was not being fucked. At least not by a man, who would just be using her body to masturbate.
If there was going to be no intimacy in sex, she would rather feel in control. Even if she were to lose, she would be able to identify with the rush her opponent had in defeating her, as they were experiencing the same thing. That was a strange feeling. It was what she found so attractive about this obscene sport.
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The two men who had introduced them to the cunt kicking sport had told them they needed to be introduced to the depth and breadth of the activities at this private race track. He took them, naked, to the door that was decorated with the large photo of naked little girls, and took them inside.
What the saw was an indoor racetrack in the room that resembled an over-sized gym. The sand track was only ten feet wide, in an oval no more than fifty yards long, and twenty yards wide. There were stands that could seat about a hundred people, and three naked buxom girls in their mid-teens, their arms folded and bound beneath their breasts to lift them for maximum presentation.
Most shocking was that riding on the back of each of them was a beautiful naked little girl, no more than eight years old. The teen horse girls wore a tight belt, a collar with a stiff post of a handle in front, and hoofed boots that forced them to walk on tiptoe. Each also had a post in her rectum, which held a horsehair tail.
Their nude young riders were equipped with spurs strapped to their bare feet, and a stiff riding crop which they used liberally on their nude teen mounts. Each of the pony girls wore a harness over her head, with a bit in her mouth and reins their riders used to direct them, or just jerk on to punish them.
Sherri and Andra were given hoof boots to put on, and they found there was a formed plate that forced them up onto tiptoe. When they had them on, a collar with a post-like handle in front was put on them, and then their arms were folded below their breasts, and bound together wrist to elbow, forcing their mammaries to stand out and their erect nipples to point rudely.
To complete their minimal costume, a short horse hair post was inserted into their rectums, giving them realistic looking tails. A slender belt was attached around their waist, and standing up on the back was an eight-inch length of broom handle. Then each had a naked little girl mounted on them so that the wooden post went into the children’s rectums, to hold them in place.
The doors behind the stands opened, and people began to enter. They were the gamblers in evening dress Andra and Sherri had seen at the gambling tables, and watching then when they’d had their novice fight. They watched the competitors, and then more naked little girls began moving among them, taking bets as they took their place in the stands.
The naked little girls on Andra and Sharri’s backs were given riding crops, and immediately they used their spurs and crops as well as the reigns to get their naked human mounts to move. Both of them pissed at the pain of the spurs. The little girls on the track were doing the same with their nude teenage mounts, and they lined them up at the starting line, ready for a race.
A naked man in his early thirties stood at the side of the track and began pumping his erection to full stiffness, and then picked up the pace, briskly masturbating in front of the awaiting girls. Within two minutes he was rapidly ejaculating great ropes of thick semen into the air. The young riders knew that was the start signal, and with prompt activity of their spurs and whips they were off.
Andra and Sharri experienced exactly what the three racing teens did, as the spurs raked their loins and the riding crops slashed at their naked flesh. No part was not struck, with the exception of their lower legs, which the crops could not easily reach. Their faces and breasts took a severe beating, as did their bare cunts.
The naked children took great pleasure in being able to punish their mounts so brutally, digging bleeding rows of punctures on their delicate pale skin with the spurs while raising painful welts over their entire bodies with the stiff riding crops. They knew how to use them, and did, to great effect.
The three gorgeous young teens, their beauty enhanced by their shrill screams, raced around the track as if speed would reduce the pain or fury of the attack on their naked flesh. Andra’s young rider concentrated her blows to the young woman’s pubic mound, and the swelling caused her vagina to spread open obscenely.
The nude youngster riding Sherri directed her attack to the bare buttocks and thighs. Both bitches leaped in the air, as if that would reduce the level of pain they were experiencing. Both girls could feel the moist bare open cuntlets of the children pressing against their spines, spreading on contact, and the moisture growing with the movement of flesh against them.
The crowd in the stands were screaming encouragement to the teen girls they had bet on, and all of them responded to the shouts of encouragement as much as to the lash of the riding crops and raking of the spurs against their welted, bleeding meat. All of them were pissing, and one actually shit out her tail, followed by a stiff brown stool of her crap.
They had circled the track half a dozen times, and when they passed the man who had started the race, he drew a line in the sand, and stood beside it, now holding a pistol. The girl who had shit after ejecting her tail was the first to finish, with another girl close behind her. The third was several seconds behind them.
When the last crossed the line, the man raised his pistol and shocked Andra and Sherri by shooting the young rider in the head, blowing half her skull off. The audience, most of whom expected this conclusion to the race, cheered him. He pulled the naked eight-year-old rider from the winner, and dropped her well-prepared rectum onto his penis, impaling her.
He amazed Andra and Sherri by ejaculating for the second time within minutes. This man was a true stud, as well as a murderer. What a rush it would be to have such an evil, capable man fuck them! When everyone returned to the main party, they got their wish, as he violently raped them both.
THE END OF CHAPTER FOUR