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Feature Editor: Regis (Writer Unidentified)
Feature Title: TWINS IN THE KILL PIT
Published: 14.12.2024 (found on the internet, amended, and edited)
Story Codes: Young Ones, Abuse, Snuff
Synopsis: A woman and her husband deliver their young twin girls to the receiving area of D-Ring Casino’s fight pit, where they will join others as naked rivals to an adult Gladiatrix, who has achieved many kills in the popular sport. Then they and their neighbors enter the stands to await a blood-letting, eviscerating battle of young cunts, high on drugs to be more aggressive and entertain the fans awaiting cunt kills for the pleasure of it.
Twins In The Kill Pit
Beth was almost vibrating with excitement in her chair as the lights turned down low and throbbing music started. The beat was slow, like a heartbeat, then started to pick up steadily. The crowd in the stands began to quieten down, the last few arrivals making their way to their seats.
“The twins do have all their drugs don’t they?” she whispered to her husband Robert.
“I told them to take them as soon as they were undressed in the locker room, so they should be peaking shortly. That mix of Bath Salts and PCP never fails, they’ll be going psycho in there,” he replied, slipping his hand between her thighs and squeezing her cunt through her fishnet catsuit, the only garment she was wearing.
“Good, it would be so embarrassing if they weren’t aggressive enough. Especially since this is Donna and Michael’s first time.”
Beth turned to the more conservatively dressed woman who sat next to her. Though in most other circumstances the plunging neckline and high cut thighs of her outfit might be considered slutty, here it marker her out as a newcomer to the D-Ring Casino.
“This is the main event Donna, watch out for Emily and Sally, they should be out for this one.”
Donna nodded.
“Could you explain what happens in this one? There are so many rules D-Ring has set for all this, I’m finding it a little hard to follow.”
“Of course, Hun,” Beth, an experienced woman who had entered her twin girls for the first time, explained to her friend, “It’s so much more exciting if you understand what’s going on. So down there in the arena, you see as well as the big doors where the earlier fighters came in through, there’s also all those little doors?
“Well, this time there’s going to be just one proper fighter, a real experienced Gladiatrix, and then lots of naked little girls are going to come in through the other doors. They’ll have weapons, but no killing experience. It’s wild, they go crazy in there, and it gets super-exciting just watching!
“The little girls have to team up to kill the Gladiatrix, and the Gladiatrix has to live until the red timer runs out.”
Beth drew Donna’s attention to the large red illuminated clock, which had been set to ten minutes.
“A little girl will come out of one of the doors every time the yellow timer runs out.”
There was a second yellow illuminated clock on the other side of the arena pit set to fifteen seconds.
“But the Gladiatrix can extend the timer by putting tributes into the hands of the statue Ares,” she explained, as if the terms commonly used in the Casino would be understood by her friend.
“Tributes?” Interrupted Donna, “What do you mean?”
“A tribute is the severed vulva of a girl, but the girl has to still be alive when Ares receives it, or it doesn’t count. Isn’t that fucking exciting?”
“God, that’s so brutal.”
“I know, I’m so wet just thinking about it. I can’t decide if I’m more excited to see that happen to my little girls, or I want to see them gutting the Gladiatrix.”
Beth squirmed in her seat under the attention of Robert’s fingers.
“Whichever way it goes, we’re going to see females getting themselves disemboweled. I love to see that! Look, it’s starting!”
666
Gina Carano exploded through the large doorway the instant the light turned green, whipping her head around and looking for the portal through which her first adversary would emerge. She wore knee-high spike-heeled boots, that flared just below her gorgeous knees, and a tight girdle that was open in front to expose her navel, and pushed upward but did not cover her large breasts.
From her hips downward she was naked, and her shaved open cunt was on full display. She wore a leather helmet, with her auburn hair tumbling in curls beneath it. Faster than she could consciously think of it she was racing to her left as a slender young girl, naked save for a bright red bow in her long blonde hair and about ten years old, stepped onto the sand of the arena pit.
She was gingerly holding a spear in her hands but barely had time to register the much bigger woman before Gina brought her sword down and chopped straight through the child’s skinny little right forearm. The girl shrieked and dropped her spear, falling backwards against the door, which had already closed behind her.
Gina crouched to grab her thigh and pulled her down to the sand, ripping open the wailing girl’s legs to expose her cuntlet. Her left armbrace had built into it the gadget that was the key to her success in this sport: a three-inch wide pull-knife style blade that sliced this girl’s vulva clean off with a single effortless movement.
Gina smiled. ‘Just like carving turkey’.
It had taken just ten seconds to down the little girl and pick up her fillet of cuntlet out of the sand. Gina started to jog for the statue at the far end — trying to run the whole time would wear her out far too quickly. By the time she made it to the end and tossed the meaty morsel into the waiting hands, the next girl had already emerged from another doorway.
The yellow clock stopped counting down and started flashing instead: Contributing a girl’s severed cunt was worth fifteen seconds to her. The next girl looked about twelve years old, she was tall and armed with a Roman-style sword and buckler, with wavy brown hair coming out around the metal helmet she wore.
Some girls might have tried to rush her while she was at the statue, and Gina had purposefully turned her back to encourage this, as that would have been a fatal error. This girl was instead holding off, waiting for more of her allies to arrive. Gina gritted her teeth and charged towards her.
It wouldn’t do to let their numbers build up. Helmet backed up rapidly as Gina rushed towards her, but the shield managed to deflect the first sword blow aimed at her legs. For a moment, the two females traded blows. The larger and stronger Gladiatrix constantly forced back her small opponent.
Behind her, she heard one of the doors opening, and she quickly circled Helmet to put the new girl into her line of vision. This girl was the oldest yet, looking about fourteen years old, with some nice little titties and a patch of hair over her cunt. She’d had her hair shaved bald by someone.
Judging by the drool running down her chin onto her chest, she looked pretty strung out on something. The naked teen was swinging around a fire axe that was far too big for her, and immediately she started running towards the fight. Gina feinted high and then booted Helmet in the gut.
At that moment her center of balance shifted. It gave her half a second to ready herself for Axe’s arrival. She ducked under the wild swing of the girl’s murderous weapon, driving her own into the young girl’s stomach and jerking it upward, ripping the child’s belly wide open.
Axe didn’t seem to notice, however, due to the high she was on, and spun round to hack again at her. This time Gina just barely managed to deflect the blow, spinning past the girl while punching her free hand into the open stomach wound to pull out a fist full of the young bitch’s ropey grey loops of intestines.
Still, the crazed young girl came at her, heedless of the damage being done to her body as she dragged several feet of her guts behind her on the sand. Helmet was also back on her feet, and Gina quickly shifted to her right to make sure the other girl didn’t sneak up behind her.
While she did this, Gina could see another door opening, and a short plump girl, about thirteen years of age, emerged holding a baseball bat wrapped with razor wire. This was a serious weapon, as it had both weight and the ability to slice into flesh with the abundant sharp razor wire it was wrapped with.
Axe was moving a bit slower now, the swing of her axe wobbling with the effort. Gina parried it upwards and then slashed into the girl’s right shoulder, almost severing her arm. Instead of dropping to the floor however Axe body slammed into her, smashing her forehead into the larger woman’s face with all the force she could still muster.
Gina’s head snapped backwards, and her mouth filled with blood as she fell to the ground. Now instinct drover her. With her sword still stuck in the naked girl’s torso, she drew one of her daggers and rapidly stabbed it into the girls neck, perfectly perforating her exposed throat.
There was another sharp pain in her thigh as Helmet came in close to jab her sword into the exposed parts of Gina that weren’t covered by Axe’s still-twitching body. Gina lashed out with her other leg with a swinging kick to take Helmet’s legs out from under her, and once again dropped her into the sand of the arena floor.
Eager to be rid of the child, Gina scrambled across the ground and planted her dagger directly into the girl’s exposed cunt, but Baseball’s arrival forced her back before she had a chance to drive it up deep into Helmet’s womb with a flat-palmed strike. Baseball took a swing at Gina’s head.
She saw it coming, and dodged by dropping to the ground, then rolled away from a follow up overhead smash that slammed into the sand a quarter second after she vacated it. She came up to her feet and spotting the first girl’s spear lying on the sahd nearby, and snatched it up.
Already a new girl had stepped out into the arena, this one, wearing a set of hockey pads, was noisily revving up a fucking chainsaw! Helmet clearly couldn’t take a hint, and was actually clambering to her feet. The spear gave Gina reach, however, and she drove Baseball back with a series of rapid thrusts.
She was poking little holes into the girl’s arms, thighs and tummy. Gina wrinkled her nose; the head of the spear was a narrow needlepoint rather than a broad-headed blade. Unless it was driven in deep, it lacked much in the way of killing power. This was a little insurance for the cuntfight’s promoters.
They provided the young girls with flimsy weapons, to ensure their main bitch battle wasn’t over too quickly. The fans in the stands would never permit that, so most of the weapons given to the girls were carefully designed to do quite a bit of damage to the fighting woman without killing her.
At any rate, the slender-pointed spear would never do as a weapon for her, so with a few more jabs towards the face, she pushed back Baseball and then threw the spear the few dozen yards into the approaching form of Chainsaw. The long weapon hit the hockey pads, pierced through the chest pad and drove into the girl’s chest.
This sent Chainsaw staggering. Gina pulled the weighty iron baton she had strapped to her back out of its holster and used it to smash the bat out of Baseball’s hands. She was about to bring the weapon down onto the vulnerable naked girl’s head when she heard the door immediately to her left open.
666
“There they are!” cried Beth, leaping to her feet.
Down in the arena, the Gladiatrix was suddenly charged by the two small girls, Beth’s twins, that erupted out of the doorway. Being only eight years old and unarmed, the rules allowed for the two girls to count as a single entry. This belied their combined level of savagery. Their teeth had been chiseled into sharp fangs!
Their bodies were already slick with blood from where they had chewed their lips off while waiting to enter the fight. Now they dragged the lithe form of the Gladiatrix to the floor and started ripping into any part of her they could get in their mouths, tearing her muscular limbs.
Donna threw her hands in front of her mouth.
“Oh, my goodness. Beth, your little girls look amazing!”
The two naked children had been painted orange from head to toe, with black tiger stripes up and down their limbs. A big butt plug with a furry tiger tail completed the look. The Gladiatrix had overcome her initial surprise however and was now raining blows of her metal club down onto the small girls.
Donna watched as she methodically broke both girl’s arms and then kicked them away from her to leave them writhing on the sand. The girl with the chainsaw had finally disentangled herself from the spear and now came in swinging at the older woman who took the baton in a two-handed grip and blocked it.
There was a screeching of wrenched metal and the chainsaw’s chain abruptly tore itself apart, the end of it lashing across the chest of the girl holding it, shredding her protective hockey padding and chewing into her flesh. She fell back clutching at her breached rib cage and trying to keep her lungs inside her torso.
Donna’s cunt twinged as the Gladiatrix pivoted on her heel and smashed the baton into the face of the girl armed with a baseball bat, who had been startled by Chainsaw girl’s demise and dropped her guard. Now the Gladiatrix turned to the remaining girl, the one who had been armed with a sword and shield.
That naked girl was now hobbling around with a knife stuffed up her cunt. There were still a couple of seconds left on the yellow clock, giving the tall Gladiatrix fighter the first respite she’d had in several minutes. She had enough experience to take full advantage of the break.
666
Gina snarled as she limped towards Helmet. The numerous small hits over her arms and legs were superficial, and with all the adrenaline in her system, she couldn’t even feel them. What she most certainly could feel was that one of the little shits had gotten between her legs and managed to almost rip off her clit and one of her flared cunt lips.
She was pretty sure those were the meaty shreds hanging down off the ruins of her once magnificent fillet. Her husband had talked last week of having her stuffed by a human taxidermist, and mounted as a specimen of physical perfection and outstanding beauty to display in the entrance hall of his mansion.
He was ready for a new bride and had one selected, a thirteen-year-old beauty from their church, one he had been fucking for a few weeks now, and was ready to marry, as soon as he had Gina taken care of, which was why she was entered in this event. In her current shape, It seemed rather doubtful he’d bother now.
With plenty of anger to work off, she walked up to Helmet and smacked the child’s sword out of her shaking hands, then slammed her to the floor and planted a foot heavily onto the girl’s stomach, driving the wind out of her. Reaching between the girl’s legs, she pulled her dagger out the bloody quim.
Then reversed her grip and threw the blade straight into the face of the eleven-year-old girl who was emerging from a nearby door. It was a good twenty-five yards, and Gina was pleased to see her throw had enough force to bury the big blade hilt deep into the whelp’s cheek,
This sent the young cunt tumbling back through the doorway she had barely emerged from. Feeling like she had all the time in the world, Gina freed Helmet’s gory cunt from her body and staggered over to the statue of Ares. Thick ropes and gobs of jism were landing on the sand around her as the assembled masturbating gamblers saluted her skill as they ejaculated over the arena wall.
She waved to the crowd as she walked back to the thrashing forms of the little tiger-girl twins. She dragged them both by their ankles back to the statue, where they could be lifted and relieved of their tender little cuntlets, delivered directly into the waiting hands of the statue, and then impaled on the tall spikes to either side of it.
She quickly sliced off their puffy pubic mounds and put the precious cuntlets into the statue’s waiting hands. It gave Gina great satisfaction to guide the thick-bladed shaft up into the anuses, and she was careful to tilt their heads back so the spike could emerge from their mouths rather than piecing their skulls.
Their mother Beth sprung to her feet and began screaming at the top of her lungs, not from outrage but from the throes of an outrageous orgasm at seeing her naked offspring being so brutally killed, for the extreme entertainment of the attendees like herself whose tastes knew no bounds.
Both of the precocious little impaled girls, her daughters, were alive, as they were erotically quivering though unable to draw in air because of their total impalement. Beth watched with satisfaction as the Amazon cunt Gina Carano left the arena pit through the victor’s gate and descended from view to the lower chambers, beneath the D-Ring.
For Beth, her friend Donna and the crowd of enthusiasts in the stands, this had been an entirely satisfactory conclusion to the afternoon’s entertainment of amazing cunt-fights. Satan would most certainly be pleased by the delivery of new souls, and in particular, how they had come to Him.
THE END
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