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Writer: Regis
Subject: THE LADIES’ SPORT 6
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 6
The man who had admitted them had given them this big break, something neither of them would have dreamed possible just a few days ago, and they wanted desperately to prove their worth.
The referee told them it was time to begin, and both of them got down onto the leather mat.
There was no way to be modest or to hide their most private charms, but the girls were so excited at being able to participate in the bizarre sport that their modesty took a back seat to their daring and sense of adventure. They were surprised to see how well their bare flesh gripped the polished leather; they had thought they would slide on it.
As long as the shiny calf hide surface remained dry, it provided good purchase to their backs, buttocks and arms. He handed them a warm-up dildo, the kind they had used at the party after the horse races. They got it into each other, and pressed their hips toward each other to drive it in as far as possible.
Now that they were in the ring in front of all these strangers, they also had to loosen each other up on the smaller device. The kick dildo was much too large to mount just with a couple of minutes of
masturbation. Their pussies would have to be wet and loose to ever get over the ends of that big cunt-stuffer.
Sharri’s eyes roamed those of the spectators who were so close to the small ring. Her eyes froze when they locked on those of a man that reminded her of her father, and suddenly she was terribly ashamed, lying naked in front of all these strangers, here to perform an obscene act for their enjoyment.
She wasn’t that kind of girl! She had been brought up by her parents to be decent. He was looking straight at her, no more than four feet away. Suddenly he spoke.
“Give her fucking hell, bitch!” he yelled at her, “I’ve got a hundred riding on you, cunt!”
She blanched, then her face turned red. This was humiliating. She was no more than those race horses she had watched earlier, fully controlled by men as they gave their all for the sport of it. She felt like the shameless strippers she had watched at that party with her friends, the girls who encouraged men to join them on stage to fuck them, who proved to be dirty whores.
She was being treated like a piece of meat, because that was all she meant to these people. She felt her embarrassment turning to anger. The respect that had been show them on that first night, after the races, was now missing. Thes people were not of the same class as those had been at that after-party when they had been introduced to this sport.
These were gamblers, and had no sense of her as a feeling woman. Now that she was naked in the fight ring, and was no more to them than a horse or a greyhound at the track. She would show them. They wanted to see how a piece of sex meat behaved; she would show them!
Sharri grabbed at Andra’s wrists with all her might, and felt Andra
respond. She pulled with all her might, driving herself onto the warm-up dildo, and at the same time driving it deep into her beautiful opponent. It was a rush to give and take with all of their energy. It was actually liberating.
She could feel that Andra was going through the same stimulating exhilaration she was, as she felt her friend giving extra effort to her wilful participation. It was much too late to back out of their commitment. If they were going to do this at all, they were going to put their hearts into it, and make it a real show.
They ground their hips together, pulling each other onto the double-ended rubber cock, enduring the discomfort of over-insertion for the thrill of sheer sexual exhibitionism. Their cuntlips were soon mashed against each other as they bucked their hips and squirmed, pulling each other unmercifully onto the stout artificial cock.
At last they got themselves lathered up sufficiently, and the referee broke their concentration with a blast of his whistle,
interrupted their sport, and instructed them to dismount the dildo in order to get onto the larger fight device. It was time for their first big event!
Sharri and Andra pulled off the pink play-dildo, and grinning, Sharri lifted it to show the attentive crowd the ample female moisture that coated it. They were both ready, and the flared lips of their aroused sex organs were visibly gaping, eager to take in the larger serious sport device.
They had been told that no detail of their private organs could be
hidden from the punters, which is why total groin shaving was a well enforced rule. But they also found that just being so open and vulnerable to lusty inspection, with not a single curl to protect their modesty, was a thrill in itself.
They required extensive use of their fingers to get the broad ends of the kick instrument into their cunts, and the crowd of gamblers found their efforts to be highly entertaining. Sharri was glad she had warmed herself up earlier in the green room, because when she pressed the end of the device against her cunt she saw it was larger than she had remembered.
It seemed to be at the demonstration she had seen, and it seemed to be larger than the practice device she and Andra had tried during their evening of training. She stretched her cunt with her fingers until it felt like the edges were a hard ridge, then she
slid that ridge over the smooth end of the shaft.
Andra had a tighter hole, and had more difficulty in getting her organ stretched over the end of the shaft, but once it was seated, she grabbed Sharri’s wrists and they pulled each other into the monstrous device until the ends were fully implanted inside their grossly stretched cunts.
When they were fully stuffed, they brought the ends of their harness straps together, and clipped them into place, holding each other in position on the post. The referee took Andra’s right ankle, and fitted her cuff to the end of the short chain on the post. Then he got Sharri’s right ankle cuff attached to the other chain.
They both watched the referee, cocked their legs, ready to kick, and the cunt-mounted prone girls were at last ready to begin the exciting and outrageous competition. The referee circled the naked women, then came to a stop behind Andra. Sharri realized she would get in the first kick, and she cocked her leg, ready to send out a powerful blast to her friend’s stuffed cunt.
Andra was so excited she lost bladder control, and shot a stream of her warm amber essence jetting at Sharri’s raised leg, soaking the tensed limb with the warm liquid. The gamblers laughed, amused at the obvious excitement of the beautiful novices. This kind of erotic accident usually happened with the first-timers, and the audience enjoyed it.
Although not sanctioned by the establishment, many of the gamblers placed side bets on whether it would happen, and if so, which girl would spray the other. These people were seasoned gamblers, with years of experience at this private sport, and most of them had identified Andra as a potential “pisser” moments after she entered the ring.
The referee’s whistle blasted, and Sharri straightened her leg, kicking downward as hard as she could. Andra screamed at the shock of the blow. It was so hard that it surprised her. She had braced her tummy in an attempt to tighten her cunt’s grip on the large dildo, but it was not enough to prevent the broad end of the weapon from hammering against her uterus.
She lay there gasping, hurting but happy she had survived the blow. “Kick the cunt!” everyone shouted. With a start, Andra remembered that she had to return the blow. She had been so focused on taking the first kick that she had momentarily forgotten the sequence.
This was not rocket science, but with the pressure of performing nude in front of all these people, and then taking punishment as well, she was just for that moment confused. She raised her leg, and released so quickly that Sharri did not have a chance to brace herself.
She took the blow straight on, with the hammering weapon slamming hard against the back wall of her jammed cunt, smacking so hard into her uterus that her ovaries were nearly torn off inside her. Her reflexes made her legs straighten, so she was not in position to get in another fast kick.
Sharri realized this flaw in her technique, and quickly planned how she might be ready after being kicked, to get in a hard and fast reply. She kicked again on the weapon, then rapidly raised her legs so that she could keep them from straightening with the next kick delivered to her.
It took four seconds, but the next blow came from Andra. With her legs raised, the huge dildo had a different position in her cunt, and it rasped against the upper wall with extra force. Sharri’s legs jerked in a spasm when the blow hit, and they straightened as she had feared they would, but in doing so sent a vicious kick to the womb of her opponent.
The return blow was so fast that it caught Andra completely
off guard, and its effect rippled rapidly up through her torso, causing her big bound tits to wobble uncontrollably. Andra was startled that her friend would deliberately try to get her a dirty blow like that.
This damned big dildo being kicked into the womb was serious
enough, without your best friend trying to punish you with an unexpected kick. Sharri was fighting dirty, and she wasn’t going to let the bitch get away with it. Even if they were friends, fighting dirty was not part of the plan, and she was going to see that Sharri paid for her dirty tricks.
That last kick had really hurt, because she was not braced for it. She waited and waited, knowing Sharri could not kick her again until she had delivered the next blow. She shifted her position, causing Sharri to shift also, knowing that as she moved she could not effectively protect against a hard kick.
As soon as her friend moved, Andra let go, kicking as hard as she could. Sharri screamed as the blow drove the dildo deep into her cunt, hammering the back so hard that she felt the shock wave flap her tongue. This weapon could really hit hard. She made eye contact with Andra, and they glared at each other, then both
laughed.
They were doing the same thing. And both were enjoying it. This
sport was so dirty it was really exciting. The audience had seen many novice fights before, and expected most of the tricks these two pulled. It was standard to see innovative moves, because the procurers of new female fighters always targeted girls of better than average intelligence as well as fitness and beauty to take part in this illegal underground sport.
For some reason, the brighter ladies were more easily attracted to and hooked on the unusual kind of sexual gratification the brutal sport brought. Looking Andra straight in the eye, Sharri gave her best friend a hard kick, and instantly it was returned. She kicked again, and the return shot was harder.
She put her head back and kicked as hard as she could, and received a stunning jolt back for her effort. It hurt like hell, but it was equally stimulating. She knew she was giving Andra’s cunt equal value for each punishing blow she received. She was also getting enormously sexually aroused.
This was truly a sex sport, not just for the gamblers, who got to ogle beautiful young naked women power-fucking each other’s cunt. It was such a rush for the participants that she wondered why it had never been done before. With each pounding blow her body quaked. She was being struck at her sexual center.
The sensation was so compelling that the audience was a blur, but the men and women watching the sport from outside the tiny ring were pressing on her attention, as both girls were focused on the fact that this was a licentious performance. That very fact was what made it so outrageous.
It also kept them competitive as they hammered each other. The sport would be quite different if they were doing this in the privacy of their own bedroom. First of all, she would never do it alone and in private, because that would be far too intimate, like a lesbian affair, making it with another woman, and both she and her friend were straight.
And yet here they both were, performing in this outrageous sport, buck naked, in front of all these strangers. It was the competition that she found so attractive. Underlying all of that was a deep-
rooted desire to hurt her opponent. Why else would she kick so hard? Andra was hurting her, and she was doing it back.
This was real female macho stuff, each trying to prove she could give and take better than the other. And it was safe to do, non-confrontational, because although she was strapped to her opponent, they were not facing each other, being groin to groin. This way it seemed to be quite impersonal.
This was quite different from standing up and taking turns slapping each other’s face, like she had done with a girl she hated when she was in grade five. All the kids in school had known they planned to have a face slapping contest behind the community hall, and had showed up to back one girl or the other.
The young girls had stripped to the waist, which was no problem, because they were only eleven years old, and had only very early breast development. It had ended with both girls crying, their tears streaming down over red and swelling cheeks, neither willing to give in. Both had nosebleeds, Andra had scratched the other girl’s ear until it bled, and both had black eyes.
The youngsters did not have the endurance to keep the fight up for very long, and within twenty minutes they both quit from sheer exhaustion. Both girls had hated each other for the rest of their
school days, but lost touch when the other girl’s parents moved away. Good riddance, Andra thought.
When they got to grade seven, the boys had talked two other girls who were in Sharri’s class to have a tittie slapping contest behind the same hall. Even kids from other grades came to watch this one. It had been much more brutal, because at thirteen the girls were bigger and stronger.
Both had similar sized breasts, but of they were of quite different shapes. The red-head had wide-spread beet-shaped breasts that pointed out toward the sides. By the time she was fifteen they would develop into the largest, heaviest chest-melons in school. The blonde had a pair of little boobies more the shape of saucers.
Hers were flatter, with a broader base, although both sets of titties were still quite firm. These two girls were approached for the fight by the boys because they were both well developed for their age, and willing to fight topless. Both girls were athletic, both played on the school basketball team, and they were quite capable of hurting each other.
Unlike the naive face-slapping contest, rules were set for this girl-fight. They had brought along their boyfriends, and each boy held the other’s girl, so that their bared breasts would be properly presented for hitting. With the size of crowd attracted for this fight, two combatants were convinced to down to their panties, then they stood facing each other, two feet apart.
They exchanged insults, swore at each other, and the fight was
on. Each girl got four shots at the other’s titties before she was held to receive slaps to her own small breasts. They had to use the flat of their hands to slap the other girl’s freshly sprouted mammaries, but it only took a few moments for scratch marks to
show up from carefully controlled follow-through.
Fists were illegal, but that rule was abandoned after less than five minutes of exchanging punishing slaps to the breasts, and insults brought resolution no closer. These juveniles had not thought through how the fight would end, and because of that the girls had to endure incredible agony as they continued to batter each other.
Finally, the blonde’s boyfriend jerked the redhead away as she was hammering his screaming girlfriend’s right breast so severely that it had swollen to nearly twice the size of her left tit. The boy explained simply that he didn’t want his girlfriend messing with trash like that.
That was when the redhead kicked at the blonde’s crotch, but because she was being moved aside, her foot came up into the crotch of her own boyfriend, who was holding the blonde. The kick was so devastating that he fell, grasping his testicles, and rolled in agony only a male could experience.
THE END OF CHAPTER SIX