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Writer: Regis
Subject: THE LADIES’ SPORT 9
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 9
In the second match, the Amazon took on a small woman who was only four foot eight. The big bitch elevated herself on her shoulders, and the small woman was lifted over her, but her feet could not reach the ground. She was able to kick the Amazon’s big breasts with her free foot, but she supported her entire weight on the dildo in her cunt.
Her entire weight was also supported by the Amazon’s cunt. The small lady’s kicks provided her the only relief she got during the first part of the match, as the delivery of her blows downward
caused her to lift briefly. Then she discovered she could stand on the kick stirrup, which allowed her to take her weight off her cunt.
That worked only briefly and magnified the force of the kicks that she took when the Amazon hammered her. She was taking an incredible pounding, and she screamed with each violent blow.
“God!” Sharri said, “That little woman is taking an incredible beating. What makes her take part?”
“Most of the women that take the loser role are amateurs. The two you’ve seen so far are both regulars, but show up only every month or so. They are true addicts, masochists, and you can be sure to see them again on this stage, or one of the other dozen or so like it in the state.”
“But why do they take part? They can’t possibly win!” Andra said.
“That’s true, but it is much like the sport of boxing. They are in it for the dreams of glory, that chance they might succeed, and the thrill of taking part. Primarily, though, it is the losing that attracts them, the full knowledge that they are going to literally get the shit kicked out of them.”
“This is really bizarre!” Sharri said. “That little lady hasn’t got a chance. When will the fight end?”
“Like boxing, when one is beaten unconscious. But from a blow to the cunt, not the head. Unlike boxing, there is no other reason to stop the fight. These bitches who sign up to take part are in it for the abuse they will take. They love it. After all, isn’t that what being fucked is all about?”
“Not for me!” Sharri said.
“Me neither,” Andra added. “I give as good as I take, between the sheets and in the ring!”
“Exactly!” the man said. “It’s all a matter of degree, but the taking is being fucked, and you love it, both of you, don’t you!” It was a statement, not a question. They wanted to protest, but they both knew what he said was true. It was taking the horrendous kicks to the cunt that excited them most, and they knew it.
Their sadistic side was in action when they kicked their opponent, but it was their complementary masochism that drove them to want to get further involved in this violent sexual sport. They were really no different from the gamblers. Gamblers were addicted to wagering, knowing the odds were strongest that they would lose. It was not just in dishing it out, but also taking the punishment that was the real attraction.
As they spoke, the well-built Amazon lady went into high gear, and began an incredibly damaging series of kicks. Amazingly, the diminutive lady was taking the violent attack on her vulva, even though she was bounced so high with each kick that it looked like she would be thrown right off the big ramrod jammed into her frothing little cunt.
Her round little melons flopped up and slapped against her shoulders with each driving blow, and the reverberations of the hammering kicks could be seen coursing through her naked torso. At last the punishment was too much. Her head flopped back as she went limp.
The referee was slow to stop the fight, and the audience was treated to the limp body being pounded in the cunt for another couple of minutes. Andra and Sharri were shocked, but could do nothing to stop the excessive abuse to the little lady. Finally he blew his whistle.
Then he startled the two novices in the audience. He unstrapped the unconscious little woman, and pulling her off the device, laid her on a bench. Then he pulled out his raging erection and mounted her, right in front of the audience! Sharri was disgusted that the man would take such advantage of the helpless lady when she was unconscious.
This was shocking treatment. She realized that as the woman awoke, she would think it was the man’s penis that had given her such a heavy hammering in her womb. That, of course, was the intent. She awoke, and screamed at the sexual assault. It was clear she was thrilled to be taking the referee’s dong in her pussy.
The rest of the audience loved it, and cheered on the public rape of the sore loser. “This is part of the routine,” their host explained. “The girls all know coming in that in this establishment, as part of the show, the referee gets to fuck the loser of his choice. This little woman has such endurance that she swells up more than most, and so she makes a tighter fuck than most of the others.
She is also much prettier than most of the volunteers, and is as well built as any of them. The result is, she is raped on stage more often than many of the other girls. That fat one has only got it a couple of times, and there is one bitch who looks more like a man than a woman, who has never been raped on stage.
She’s really a hermaphrodite, with a bit of a penis standing out
where her clit should be, and I think the referee is a bit nervous about fucking her.”
“My God!” Andra exclaimed, “This is really obscene!”
“Of course it is, my dear,” their escort replied. “That’s what makes it all so interesting, and brings out the men to the club. The participants know there is no show with no audience, and that the audiences demand to see as much as possible of the rougher stuff, so they all go along with it.
The few girls in the audience come only because they are with their dates, and most of them are regulars. The odd young lady that comes in here is attractive enough for us to recruit, but they never get to appear in the better establishments, like the one in which you made your premiere appearance this evening.”
“Does that mean that you have more than one circuit?” Sharri asked.
“Of course we do,” the man said, speaking proudly of his employer. “Our organization dominates the sport, and we have more than fifty locations throughout North America, in choice cities such as this one. There are three levels, ranging from high class gambling salons to raw sex shows such as this one.”
“Do you own this place?” asked Andra, startled at the possibility. She saw the people she was involved with as being too high class to be into this kind of degenerate sex show operation.
“We don’t publish the fact, but we are the major shareholder in the club,” her host said, as if it were nothing.
“And who are your partners?” Sherri enquired. She hoped they were not tied to organized crime. Then she thought how exciting it would be if they were.
“The mayor, the police chief, and the chief justice each have five per cent.” he said.
“My goodness, you take care of the details, don’t you?” Andra remarked.
“That’s just enough to keep the authorities off your back. You could really get in trouble for this, couldn’t you?”
“Do they also have some of the action at the gambling lounge where we performed?” Sharri asked.
“We didn’t find that necessary,” the man said. “That operation, and others like it, are known only to trusted people we have thoroughly checked out. However, we do have a group of houses that we own, a whole cul-de-sac with our people in them, so the neighbors won’t complain.
The one in the middle is a juvenile prostitution center, just a little project to keep the younger girls off the streets. The girls get ten per cent, and these pretty little minxes can average thirty johns a night. The three city officials get to collect the rent on those places. Its just good business.”
“The mayor and police chief are involved in juvenile prostitution?” Andra asked incredulously. She understood the attraction of little girls, but it was so highly illegal that she was startled that it was happening right here in her city, and that city officials were involved.
“And the chief justice,” added Sharri, as if she had known this all along.
“Younger girls are all the rage in prostitution, that’s all you hear about on the news these days.”
“I can’t believe you allow teenagers, girls that young, to become filthy whores!” Andra said.
“Well, we used to set the bottom limit at twelve,” their host explained, “but now we have girls aged seven and up working the mattresses for us. I’ve tried them, and they really do make an outstanding fuck! We found our customers often chose the youngest girls we had in our houses.
“At first we reduced the limit, then had to remove it all together, to satisfy numerous requests from our patrons. I don’t know why people get so upset about it, we take care of all the basic needs of the kids in our places. When our girls get pregnant, we keep them working as their belly grows.
“The complete the pregnancy with a live birthing show, which always sell out, they’re so popular. We train the young cunts well, and ensure they will have all the work they can handle. The better they do, the better we do. And after all, the market is controlled by demand.”
“I guess that does make good sense,” Andra admitted.
“The truth is, we have very few teenagers in our houses now. Almost all of them are aged six to twelve, but go all the way down to newborns. Some guys like to fuck infants. That’s just the reality of the market place these days. We just use the girls who turn thirteen in our videos. Once they get tits, the videos are all they’re good for.
“We have files full of proof the girls in our service are all well over eighteen, of course. That is also a reality of the business.”
Sharri and Andra were distracted by a man climbing into the ring. He had a swarthy complexion, and wore only a beige turban. His erection was phenomenal, larger than any organ she had ever seen on a man. He was equipped like a horse. She shivered in admiration of his prodigious penis.
It was only when he turned his back and leaned forward that she noticed he had no testicles. He had been castrated! Andra and Sherri looked at each other in amazement. Neither had seen a castrated man before. It had never occurred to them that a castrated man could sport an erection, particularly one of such
impressive dimensions. They were enthralled.
“Our little lady is in for a real treat tonight,” their host said as the
turbaned man approached her, even as she was being raped by the referee.
“This man was a powerful Sultan in India. Last year the Boss was over there on a business trip, and he made an excursion into this man’s territory. The Sultan had a large palace, with scantily clad serving women everywhere. I had the pleasure to be with him, accompanying his daughters. We were this Sultan’s guests, and were treated to quite a banquet, with acrobatic dancing nudes and extraordinary sex acts as entertainment.
“Later they did some very serious gambling, with incredible odds. On a single final wager this Sultan lost his estate and his family jewels, and entered the service of the Boss for life.
“Jesus!” Sharri said, “What did they bet on?”
“The boss produced a big double-ended ivory dildo, and bet that his daughters, mounted on either end of it, could get close enough to kiss with their pussies. It really looked impossible, and the Sultan bet against them.”
“The family jewels must have been worth a fortune!” Andra said.
“Indeed, they were, at least to him. I’m talking about his testicles.”
Andra was embarrassed. She had heard that term before for male gonads, but she had not made the connection.
THE END OF CHAPTER NINE