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Feature Writer: Regis
Feature Title: YOUNG ROBIN IN THE BITCH PRISON 5 – 6
Published: 09.12.2024
Story Codes: Young Ones, Abuse, Snuff
Synopsis: Robin and her teen boyfriend Roger got into some serious trouble when they followed a pack of Girl Scouts hiking up a mountain, quietly entering their camp in the middle of the night to rape and butcher the cute little girls and their leader. Roger used his powerful penis in them all, while Robin worked the big knife, to bloody effect. She was found guilty by a judge who didn’t understand, and sentenced to what had to be life in the toughest women’s prison in the State.
The bitch who lorded it over the inmates was in league with the Warden, as she gave him some great shows to jack off to on the high-definition monitoring system. Poor Robin, at only fifteen, was pitted against a seasoned gunfighter in the exercise yard, surrounded by the wings of the prison.
They had the space to themselves, with everyone having a front-row window on the seven-story buildings. They had both sharpened their nails, prepared to produce their opponent’s blood to color the proceedings. The two nude young cunts went at it, before first a pitchfork and then a crowbar were thrown in, to make it just a bit more interesting. It was.
Young Robin In The Bitch Prison 5 – 6
CHAPTER 5
The woman’s sudden death had caused a small problem. Usually when two women were found cheating, particularly by making love to each other, the custom in the prison was that they would be forced into a fight to the death. With her lover dead, Nancy would now have to be punished by fighting some other bitch.
When a volunteer was called to step forward, one of the prisoners jammed the prongs of a dinner fork up under Robin’s skirt and into the fold of her buttocks, digging the utensil into the nub of her rectum. Robin leaped forward with a scream, and the novice teen was immediately accepted as Nancy’s opponent.
The prison was built in three wings that enclosed a central courtyard. The fourth side of the clearing was contained by an eighteen-foot wall, one built with shards of broken glass embedded in it to discourage the prisoners from attempting to scale it in an effort to escape.
The courtyard was one hundred feet per side, with the seven stories of windows from the cells providing the prisoners a perfect vantage point. It was the main exercise area for the women. Part of the surface was paved with concrete, with a twenty-foot grassy strip on three sides.
There were a few shrubs, but they were not well attended,
and there were as many dead branches as living ones to add faint cheer to the area. There were some rudimentary exercise pieces in one corner, including wooden blocks and a pair of wooden rails. The space was otherwise wide open.
The Warden’s office overlooked the exercise yard from an eighth story added to the wing opposite the wall. There were large plate-glass windows that provided an excellent view of the area, allowing the Warden to enjoy the shapely females that were his charges.
In addition, there were several high definition TV cameras positioned around the walls, giving total coverage of all the action in the yard, with lots of closeup capability. The cameras were controlled by a technician who could use remote controls to position them, giving great coverage.
The Warden used the monitoring system to broadcast to selected friends on a closed network the female inmates, often naked, performing their exercises, as well as staged nude fights, recorded during the day and played back at night, when private viewing was more convenient.
The women usually exercised in the yard at ten AM, and for the exercise session wore only their underwear. There were no funds for exercise clothes for them, and their work-outs were rigorous, so they adapted to exercising barefoot in their bras and panties, and sometimes without them.
It provided enjoyable entertainment for the Warden’s guests, and he postponed the meeting for this morning. On this morning there would be no exercise. The women were confined to their cells, and they were happy to comply, knowing what was to come.
Today at ten AM today there would be only two people released into the courtyard to exercise, and other than wearing specially provided stiletto heeled boots, they
would be stark naked. There would not even be guards present, so they could set their own agenda, knowing only one would be permitted to leave, alive.
Although they would be alone, they would have no privacy, as all of the girls living in cells on the outside of the wings were granted visiting privileges with those who had windows overlooking the courtyard. No guards would monitor what they did with each other.
There were faces in every available window, eagerly craned to see every corner of the yard, so that they would miss none of the action that was about to happen. It was fight day, with one of the participants required to kill the other, and everything was ready.
At exactly ten AM, doors opened onto the courtyard on the opposing wings, and form each emerged a naked figure. The women stood briefly, letting their eyes grow used to the bright sunlight, and then they slowly moved toward each other. It was fight time.
Both the diminutive twenty-two-year-old with the big tits and the fifteen-year-old with the startling figure both knew that there was no backing out. Their only escape from this yard was to kill their opponent. One of them would die before this event was over.
Both also knew that it was important that they not make the kill too fast, or it would go hard on them afterwards. The trick would be to stretch the fight out a reasonable time without giving up the advantage. By their very design, these fights had to be entertaining.
Robin was surprised at how good Nancy looked. The older attractive bitch was short, slender, and sexy. Her pubic mound was large for the size of the woman, and stood between her legs with the open lips of her vagina spreading up from the base. For some reason she had been spared the piercing of her cunt with a heavy iron ring.
The woman was prime cunt, and looked the part. Nancy was bracing herself, with her thighs spread and her knees slightly bent as she slowly approached Robin, both wearing only their sexy looking spike heeled boots. Her pelvis was slightly rotated in a masculine way, as if she were confidently thrusting her sexuality forward in defiance.
Robin, at fifteen, lacked the maturity of the other woman, but had the sense to mimic the defiant, aggressive stance. She was not going to be intimidated by body language. Nancy was getting close to her, and they both sensed the tension in the air as they thrust their bare shaved cunts toward each other.
Both knew there were no rules to this sport, and that they each had an equal chance of becoming victor. It was all a matter of luck and timing. Neither was going to kill the
other with brute strength, as neither had it. In that regard, they were well matched.
Robin knew that Nancy had the edge with experience, because she had won a fight like this once before, and knew how to kill and survive. She knew she would have to weaken the older woman if she was going to have any chance of winning this one.
Robin spread her knees, thrusting her pelvis forward even more, and rolled her shoulders forward with her arms out at the ready, matching Nancy’s pose. She noticed the posture made her lean back so that her firm young breasts pointed like a pair of fucking torpedoes.
That was funny. She noticed for the first time that Nancy’s big tits were doing the same thing. She suddenly realized how sexy the two of them, posturing like wanton harlots, must look to the prisoners watching them from all of the surrounding windows.
If the stakes were not so high, this would be very exciting. Nancy moved first, very slowly, setting one foot ahead of the other, and then planting it. Robin mimicked the move. They were ten feet apart, standing on the sun-faded and time-hardened heat-radiating soil.
Their steps were only inches at a time. As they moved step by step forward, they closed to within striking distance. Robin assumed that Nancy would stop just out of reach, but she was startled when the beautiful older woman, who was almost exactly her own size, moved forward again.
Robin continued to match Nancy’s moves, and at last this bizarre controlled and restrained advance had the two spike-heel-booted nudes pressing their bellies and large breasts against each other. Now it appeared that the two were dancing. What the fuck!
When advance was no longer possible, Nancy reached around and grasped both of Robin’s firm round buttocks in her hands. Robin again matched the move. Nancy began squeezing until it seriously hurt, and then suddenly tugged the young girl’s beefy buns apart with all her might.
Robin screamed as the pull put incredible strain on her rectum. She attempted to hurt Nancy in the same way, but she did not have the strength in her hands that the twenty-two-year-old displayed. The searing pain grew, and she could even feel it tugging the cunt-meat at the base of her iron genital ring.
Suddenly Robin’s anus opened, and she released three big brown shit logs that fired out of her ass like cannon balls. The cunning older bitch had forced her to shame herself in public. This was more humiliating than losing the fight to this cheating woman.
Before Robin could take the initiative, Nancy took a step forward, forcing Robin to step back with the matching leg. As soon as Robin had braced that foot, Nancy stepped forward with the other leg. She managed to establish a rhythm, holding the younger girl firmly by her ass cheeks.
Nancy actually walked the younger Robin backward around the courtyard. She was at the moment in complete control, but was making no progress toward killing the young new prisoner. When they hit the grass, Robin suddenly dug in her spiked heels, and pressed forward with all her strength.
It was working. Nancy gave way, lost her balance, and went over backward. Robin went down on top of her, but when Nancy’s shoulders hit the grass, her hips came up, and the cagey fighter flipped Robin over her. Robin’s hips flew over her head, and she landed on her back.
Robin was so startled by the unexpected move that she was slow to react, but Nancy had continued with the movement, and let her falling momentum carry her back to her feet. She stood over the shapely fifteen-year-old murderer, and then suddenly buckled her knees and dropped.
Her pointed knees were aimed with care, and they drove into Robin’s big tits, mashing them painfully against the girl’s ribs. The weight of the woman drove the air out of Robin’s lungs, allowing Nancy to bounce up and drop again, this time directing her knees into Robin’s belly.
This move drove the air out of Robin’s lungs again, and bruised her diaphragm at the same time. For the first time, Robin realized how serious her situation had now become. She was completely outclassed, mismatched, and at a clear disadvantage.
CHAPTER 6
Up in the Warden’s office, Marsha was a special guest, one of half a dozen female prisoners there to entertain the Warden and his few select guests. The women wore only stockings and heels, and the prison’s hairdressing school had done up their hair specially for this event.
Marsha was on her hands and knees, sucking the penis of the Warden’s assistant deep into her throat, while the Warden had his penis buried deep up the butch-bitch’s anus. She was willingly paying the price for the freedom to totally dominate the female inmates.
“That little cunt better not cave in too soon!” the Warden said to the buggered woman.
“Nancy has her instructions, boss,” Marsha answered, “She knows she has to drag it out for your video cameras, to make sure she stars in a saleable snuff video. She’s just making sure the fucking little bitch is completely under her control for later.”
“Okay, but they both better be bleeding before too long,” the Warden said, “These fight videos don’t sell worth a shit unless there is lots of bitch blood. You told them they both had to bleed, didn’t you?”
“Absolutely, boss!” That was not quite true. Only Nancy knew that there was a video being made, with long lensed cameras pulling in great views of the action. She had been told she would get a big cash send-off and early release for her participation in this fight.
The only stipulation was that she had to be willing to kill the younger girl for the cameras. Nancy had been around long enough to realize that was pure bullshit, but she also knew she would pay dearly if she killed the great looking kid too soon, or did not have the bitch bleeding early in the fight.
Nancy got to her feet and stood back to give Robin a chance to get up. She knew that the fight was more visual with them both standing up. Robin had no such notion. She was not aware of the cameras, and was desperate to find a way to avoid the older girl dominating her.
She was certain that she could not take too many knee drops, because they left her temporarily helpless. She also knew she was vulnerable lying on her back as she was, with her knees spread, displaying the large iron ring through her cunt, and her belly and tits fully displayed…
She also knew that she was through doing it Nancy’s way. She could never win by reacting to everything Nancy did. She would have to take the initiative, to do the unexpected, if she was going to get through this fight alive. She realized that staying on her back not a good idea.
At the same time, she realized it was the last thing Nancy expected her to do, so that is exactly what she did. She decided to play hurt, and force Nancy to compromise her advantage. Robin groaned, and was not faking it. She pulled herself up into a ball.
She then relaxed back into the vulnerable tits-up position. Nancy moved toward her and used the toe of her boot on the downed teenage girl’s exposed ribs. Nancy heard the crack as she felt the pain stab through her chest. The bitch had broken one of her ribs!
This was incredible! Robin had never had a rib cracked before, and she could not believe how painful it was. She threw her legs wide apart, and threw her arms over her head at the same time, inadvertently making her ribs a perfect target.
Thankfully Nancy chose the exposed breasts instead, and she kicked the one nearest her foot so hard that it slapped violently against the other big boob. That was a mistake. Robin brought her arms forward and grabbed the sexy looking spike-heeled boot.
She jerked it forward and then lifted it as hard as she could, and the move was so surprising that it threw the startled Nancy backward. Robin heard the crack of Nancy’s head on the edge of the black-top where it met the grass. She had likely knocked the cunt out!
In an instant Robin was on top of the bitch. She sat up, with her cunt and the stout iron ring pressed against the downed twenty-two-year-old’s belly, and began pummeling her fists into Nancy’s fat tits. She was elated that she had at last grabbed the upper hand from her foe.
Nancy clearly had superior fighting skills, but not when she was on the bottom. Robin pounded her fists into the fat tits with all her might, flattening and bouncing them, giving a painful lesson to the bitch she sat on. This would teach the fucking cunt!
Nancy lifted her head, and Robin slammed her fist into the downed woman’s jaw, jerking her head to the side so hard that it wrenched her neck. Robin was proving that she was more effective as a naked cunt-fighter than Nancy had expected possible.
When Nancy arched her back and lifted Robin in the air, Robin slipped forward, and Nancy grabbed the iron cunt-ring in her teeth. Robin replied by pissing in the lady’s face, drenching her in a spray of her hot urine. Nancy let go of the ring and twisted quickly onto her side.
Robin came down on her, grabbing the woman around the waist, and bit down hard on the side of a big tit. Nancy screamed at the dirty fighting, but there were no rules to this sport, and she realized she would have to get the initiative away from the feisty little fighter.
She grabbed and twisted Robin’s arm until the biting girl screamed and let go her tooth grip on the big breast. Robin bounced off her and quickly changed position, pinning the older girl to the grass. This time she went for Nancy’s cunt with her teeth, and sunk them into the neatly plucked pubic mound, biting as hard as she could.
Nancy grabbed Robin’s leg, pulled it back and bit into her calf. She could feel the muscle tensing as she bit as hard as she could, but the grip of the girl’s teeth in her cunt did not let up. The biting was incredibly painful for both of them, and they quickly realized that neither was gaining ground.
Robin grasped Nancy’s head between her knees and bounced up and down on the grass, slamming the woman’s head into the sod as hard as she could. Unfortunately, although the punishment was substantial to Nancy’s ears, it was also hurting her own knees with each pounding blow, and she gave it up quickly.
She kneed Nancy’s face, and a raised leg caught her on the cheek as well, and it felt as if her cheek bone was either smashed or severely bruised. Robin was quickly learning that anything she could do to the older girl would quickly be done to her. What she needed was a weapon.
She quickly spotted the bushes and the dead branches. She jumped up and ran to get one, so that she could use it as a whip. She found one that was perfect, but had difficulty breaking it from its root. She looked back to keep an eye on Nancy, who had seen what she was doing, and had run to another bush.
At last Robin got the branch off the bush, and she quickly ran over to Nancy, who was also having difficulty with her switch. She had not removed it when Robin reached her and began thrashing her brutally with the branch she had got loose.
She slashed at the defenseless woman’s belly and breasts, brought the whip up between her legs and brutally whipped her cunt, and she even got in a few good lashes at the bitch’s face. The whipping was devastating, causing angry welts to grow on the battered flesh, and the skin to split and bleed.
Nancy would not give up, and took a beating because she persisted in trying to break off the branch she had chosen. As she worked at it, she spotted another branch, dead but with many small branches attached along its length, broke off in her hands.
Suddenly she was armed, and with a much more potent whip than the one being used on her own hide. She slashed at Robin with all her might, and beat the girl so severely that the young fighter dropped her own whip to try to cover herself with her arms. Her efforts were useless, and soon she too was covered with angry bleeding welts.
The inmates loved the brutal action, and pounded on the glass harder than ever. Their noise reminded the girls that this was a brutal sex show, and that a violent end was expected. Both were ready to kill the other, but also knew they would have to wear the other down first, extending the merciless fight.
They would have to entertain those watching before either could commit the killing they were required to do. Robin suddenly turned to face Nancy, oblivious of the makeshift whip, and charged at her, with her head down, using her head as a battering ram.
The surprise of the gutsy move was enough that she caught Nancy full in the belly with her head, driving the bitch back onto her ass once again. Robin saw that her only way to keep the bitch under control was to sit on her, and she quickly straddled her again.
THE END OF CHAPTER SIX