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Writer: Regis
Subject: THE LADIES’ SPORT 8
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 8
While the wiener-eating game was going on, the two boys who had taken the girl down the beach returned. She was with them, with cum trickling down the inside of her thighs. The dress was gone: she was stark naked. A beach blanket was laid out beside the fire. She got onto her hands and knees on the blanket, and invited all the boys to enjoy her hospitality.
One by one the boys mounted her, and displayed their maleness in mastering the kneeling girl before their friends. Andra thought it was disgusting, but after all, they had invited her. When the cunt eating was finished, everyone stripped naked and went in for a swim. Skinny dipping was a ancient and honorable pass-time, and no late-night beach party was complete without it.
When the naked youths came out of the water, the two oldest boys approached Andra and her friend. “Look, we need two volunteers,” they said.
“What for?” the girls asked innocently.
“Virgin sacrifices,” one of the boys said.
“Ya,” piped in the other, “We wanna have us a cherry poppin’ contest!”
“And you two are the only cherries we got,” said the first. “All the other cunts we got here are experienced fuckers, while you two don’t know shit about sex or fucking or nothin’!”
“Even the young one,” said the other boy, indicating the nude ten-year-old who was standing nearby. “She was a virgin sacrifice two years ago, when she was just eight! She was a prime cunt! Now we need us some fresh meat.”
“What do we have to do?” asked Andra’s friend.
“All you gotta do is pop your own cherry with the neck of a beer bottle!” they were told. “You do it yourself, so it ain’t dangerous or nothin’ like that,” the boys explained. “It’s the highlight of the whole damned party, and you two are the only virgins we got, so you gotta do it!” they said.
The girls had each downed three beers, and what the boys said made a lot of sense, somehow, so they reluctantly agreed. Andra remembered thrusting herself onto that beer bottle, and the
stabbing pain that hit her briefly when her hymen had torn open under the strain, freeing her vagina for the long night of sex that followed.
It was incredible. She had probably had sex with fourty boys that night, some of them twice. Her cunnie had been rubbed sore and had swollen, and had hurt for a week whenever she peed. Her sore pussy was hurting in a different way now under the assault of
this huge dildo and the monstrous kicks Sharri was giving her.
That bizarre beach party had been so long ago, not long after the start of her eleventh year, but noe it seem as vivid as if it were yesterday. Now, seven years later, here she was, displaying and abusing herself and her sex organ for the delight of a crowd of strangers again.
She wondered for the first time if she really was a tramp after all.
Sharri wished she was in better shape for this. She had kept herself trim, but to perform in this sport properly, and to have the endurance necessary to do her best as the contest progressed, a girl would have to work out every day.
She determined that from now in she would do just that. She was so tired now that she could hardly lift her leg, let alone kick with it. Andra seemed to be better conditioned, because she was still pounding her with vicious kicks. She got in a few more, but the ache in the muscle on top of her thigh was killing her.
This was much worse than the ache in her cunt from the battering her sex organ had taken. Suddenly Andra screamed, and her shrill outburst was not related to a kick, although it did report she was in severe agony. Sharri rolled to sit up and see what was bothering Andra, and her movement caused the muscle right at
her hip joint to bind, and give her excruciating pain.
The two girls screamed at the top of their lungs, grasping their upper thighs. The audience laughed as the referee called their competition a draw. This was the way many of the novice contests ended, although more often it was just one girl that could not continue, and she would be required to take an undefended cunt kicking until she could scream “STOP” twelve times, just like the pros did.
Now that they had both experienced the kick dildo, they were classified as professionals. From now on, they would be expected to be in shape, and a draw would not be allowed. If either was struck by a Charlie horse in the leg again, she would have to suffer the consequences and take a thorough cunt-kicking.
This was not a charity event, the gamblers wanted to see some real action, and demanded the resolution to fights. Only in novice events, the first-time entry by a woman, could the outcome go undecided, and it happened so often that many bet on the bout ending in a draw.
The novice fights were fun events, and the new girls always put on a terrific show, just by their discovery of the techniques required to get it done. It was critical new contestants have no experience. That was why they were never allowed to kick before they stepped into the ring before an audience.
Both girls still had a great deal to learn about how to get and give the most in this bizarre sexual contest, but from now on their learning would be at the expense of taking serious cunt-kickings from hardened professionals. From now on both would have to train hard to build up their legs and endurance.
Now that they had been initiated into the intimate but distancing sex-sport, both would be required to sign contracts before they left tonight. They would commit to a three year term, and would be required to leave their jobs immediately in order to train for their next bout.
But all of that was ahead of them. For the moment, they were celebrities, having done a public performance for the first time, and they were treated as special guests of the club. Now that their fight was over, they pulled on their capes and returned to the dressing room.
The professionals congratulated them, and after they showered and dressed, the Matre d’ of the club invited them to come out and watch the other performances with the guests. The gamblers competed to buy them drinks, and to stand with them as the evening’s program went on.
They watched Nancy and a fiery redhead climb into the ring. Sharri was startled at how much harder these girls kicked than either she or Andra had done. She recognized the need for training. While they watched the preliminary set of compulsory kicks, which they were sure would have put either one of them out of the ring, the two girls listened to endless praise for their fight, and for their innovative style.
They heard from most of the gamblers, and the message was that they were absolutely incredible. The wealthy industrialist who had hosted their introduction to the sport told them they were naturals, and had become instant celebrities. They felt the wealthy man was exaggerating, but everything they heard from others that evening supported what he said.
“How did it feel, being in the ring?” he asked them.
“Fabulous!” said Sharri.
“It was great! Outstanding!” echoed Andra.
“You didn’t feel shy or embarrassed being nude in front of all these strangers?” he asked.
“Not really,” Sharri lied, “because they all supported us.”
“And you can’t do this sport with your clothes on!” added Andra. “I didn’t think it was dirty at all! After all we are all grown-ups, aren’t we! I thought it was really exciting!” The girls had their attitudes in the right gear, and were ready for the big move. This man could read women like a novel.
He had brought these two along more smoothly than any of the many he had brought into the sport, and he new they were ripe for the picking.
“Now your vaginas are public property, and you should be proud of them!” he said. “These people expect to see much more of your cunt-kicking skills, and kick absorbing abilities, and they are willing to wager big money on your performances.”
He startled them when he offered them each a five-year contract. Full time. Three bouts a week, a two week all-expenses paid holiday in Hawaii every six months, and all medical bills covered. The major condition to the contract was that they quit their jobs immediately, and begin training within the next week.\
“God, I have to give at least two week’s notice!” Andra said.
“Same with me!” said Sharri. “There’s no way I can just walk away from my job. My boss would absolutely kill me!”
“We can take care of that for you,” said their mentor. “Give Harmon here the name of your company, your position, and the name of the Chief Executive Officer. He will take care of everything, including cleaning out your desk for
you. You need never go back.”
“Then I’d never be able to get a reference!” Sharri said. “I’d never be able to get another job as long as I lived!”
“You don’t understand, do you,” Harmon said. “With what the boss is offering you two, you’ll never have to work again! He’s going to make you into wealthy women, just for a half hour of active pleasure a night. It’s naughty but nice, and everybody in the business, including the gamblers, will treat you like queens. All you have to do is sign!”
Sharri watched Nancy who had climbed into the ring, disrobed, and was now thrusting her hips and using her fingers to show the audience the depth and girth of her visibly stretched sex organ. The purpose was to show an organ that was capable of absorbing a pounding, but what Sharri saw was pure exhibitionism.
‘My sex slot is prettier than hers!’ she thought to herself. She and the rest of the audience watched as the two naked girls mounted the large device, settled in place, and took the first kicks. ‘This is a snap, and I enjoy it” she thought. ‘I could do this for the rest of my life!’
That was the first time she had ever thought of the life of this sport. She wondered how long girls lasted in it. She guessed it would be for as long as people thought of them as girls. She wondered how long Nancy and the others they had met had been in the business.
These girls all seemed to be quite a bit older than she and Andra. She had probably been at it for years. That got her to wondering about how long the underground sport had been in existence. Because she and Andra did not normally move in the circles of these very serious gamblers, they would not have heard of it.
The sport would have eluded them even if illegal gambling on women cunt-kicking each other had been in vogue for a hundred years. She would have to ask sometime. She also wondered if girls would age prematurely by taking part in this wild sport. She smiled to herself at that crazy thought.
It was a fun sport, daring, but not particularly dangerous. Nancy was giving the other girl a thorough beating. She outclassed her
opponent, though not in size, weight or conditioning. It was her aggressive attitude, and her ability to take and shake off the worst the other girl could give her.
It was all a matter of endurance and heart. Over the next four hours they watched ten bouts, and saw women of remarkable beauty and skill kicking the double-ended ramrod dildo into each other. There was an electronic score board above the bar that Sharri had not noticed earlier, and caught only because she saw one of the girls sneaking glances at it.
She was not concentrating fully on the match, and she lost to a
girl who appeared to be less experienced. Sharri watched the scoreboard as a new bout began, and that’s when she noticed that the progression of kicks was recorded. Then she noticed the bartender, who was not busy during the bouts.
He was operating the control, marking up the preliminary kicks, and then keeping track of the subsequent kicks the girls gave each other. The highest tally for the night was one hundred eighty-seven, and she had given Andra seventy-nine. That told
them how much work they were going to have to do to get in shape.
Also posted was the club record of three hundred and ninety-three kicks! Almost four hundred shots to the cunt! She wondered how long that contest had taken. She also wondered if either fighter had gone into the ring again that week.
“You’ve noticed our record,” the man beside her said.
“That must have been some contest!” Sharri replied.
“It was, I was there.” He looked at her, letting his eyes drop to her
cleavage, evident in her satin evening blouse. His eyes continued to travel down, appreciating her slender waist, flared hips, and flat tummy.
“I enjoyed your wonderful match earlier,” he said. “Did you find it exhausting?”
“At the time it was, but I’m fine now,” she answered.
“Would you and your friend like to see more of the sports here?” he asked. “Charles and I were going to go to one of the after-hours spots. We thought you might be interested in seeing how far this sport has evolved, some related sports, and what the girls do when they have past their peak for this kind of establishment.”
“You mean the hasbeens?” Andra asked.
“Not necessarily,” the gambler said. “Because all of these kick matches are designed for supervised gambling, and the few establishments that feature them are first class, and expect the most of its participants all the time. Many of the girls burn out, back off after a couple of years and retire.
“Sometimes they miss the excitement and action after a while,
and find their way into another circuit, where the rules are a bit different, and the payoff more exciting for them.”
“We’d love to see it,” Sharri said, and within minutes they were off. The girls were surprised to see that the place they were taken to did not look like a gambling establishment at all, but was a small seedy theater that looked like it had been designed for the presentation of raw sex shows.
It looked like something like they had seen in the movies, with gaudy red satin curtains and drapes on the walls and suspended in big loops from the ceiling. The people in the crowd were wearing denim and leather, and most of the males wore
baseball caps.
The main drink was beer, and a band of over-the-hill rock
musicians entertained. They saw a series of wild variations on the sport they had come to love in such a brief time. The first were the handicap matches. Sharri and Andra agreed it was more like a freak show.
There was no gambling apparent because these matches were so uneven that there was little doubt who would win. The single entertainment value appeared to be the raw sexual violence of the
performances. In the first match a hugely muscular woman, with incredible body development, went against an attractive, but soft and plumpish older lady.
There were no obligatory fifty kicks to start, and within five minutes, the Amazon kicked the other woman unconscious, an amazing thing to manage with a cunt kick. She used her free foot to assault the other woman’s flabby belly, and did as much damage externally to her screaming opponent as she had internally.
THE END OF CHAPTER EIGHT