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Feature Writer: Regis
Feature Title: YOUNG ROBIN IN THE BITCH PRISON 7 – 8
Published: 10.12.2024
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 7 – 8
CHAPTER 7
Robin resumed her pounding of the bitch’s big bleeding breasts with her bloody fists. Nancy bucked and heaved beneath her, then planted her back on the grass and reached upward with her great legs. She suddenly swung an arm up at Robin’s head.
In attempting to avoid a blow from Nancy’s fist, Robin was forced to throw her head back, and in that instant Nancy hooked her heels around Robin’s neck. She used her legs to jerk Robin back. Her legs were much more powerful than arms, and it worked.
When the young bitch was stretched back far enough, she grasped the ring in Robin’s cunt with both hands and jerked on it in a series of rapid hard tugs that brought a matching set of screams from the young girl. Robin had no way to retaliate, or to protect herself from this cuntal attack.
Nancy slid around until she gripped Robin’s waist with her legs, but kept a firm grip with one hand on the heavy ring impaling the girl’s cunt. She applied a leg grip Marsha had taught her, one that not only made it very difficult for her opponent to breathe, but also bent and put debilitating pressure on the trapped bitch’s spine.
With enough strength, this hold could snap the victim’s back. Fortunately for Robin, Nancy did not have the leg development to kill her with this hold, but she was able to squeeze the air out of her lungs, and prevent her from breathing.
Robin squirmed desperately, inhibited by the firm hold on her cunt ring as well as the powerful grip on her waist. She reached desperately for Nancy’s cunt, and all her might thrust her entire hand into the spread organ. She opened her hand, tensed her fingers, and grasped at the soft pad at the rear of the fuck chute.
This fleshy pad was the base of the bitch’s uterus, with the wrinkled little entrance to her reproductive organ in the center that was her cervix. She squeezed with all her might, getting her best hold gripping the end of the internal organ in her grasping fingers.
She felt the pressure on her waist decrease slightly, although the grip of the legs was still solid. Robin twisted, and the reaction was not only a scream, but also a further loss of pressure by Nancy’s gripping legs. With a sudden inspiration, Robin jammed her middle finger into the screaming girl’s cervix, forcing the rigid digit right up into the bitch’s uterus.
This was her deepest inner sanctum, where fertilized eggs dropped from her ovaries grew into babies. With all her strength, she scraped her finger nail against the soft membrane that lined the internal sex organ, digging deep trenches with such effect that the legs gripping her waist sprang open.
Robin jerked her fist out of the protruding cunt, and sprang to her feet. This fight was getting dirty, and she was going to make it much dirtier. Nancy writhed on the ground, and her spread thighs made her cunt a perfect target. Robin kicked at the pouting organ with all her strength.
It proved to be effective, producing screams from her naked opponent that told her the damage she was doing, and she repeated the vicious kicks several times, until Nancy was at last able to roll away. She kicked at the bitch’s tits, bruising the large mammaries with the brutal attack.
She became aware of a strange sound that filled the large courtyard, and realized it was the inmates banging cups and utensils against the glass. The closed windows prevented the women from shouting encouragement to the fighters, so this was their way of expressing themselves.
She assumed the loud pounding on the thick glass panes was meant as encouragement of her brutal attack on the bitch who had cheated on Marsha. It didn’t matter anyway, because they could do nothing about how she fought the dirty-fighting bitch.
She kicked at the side of Nancy’s head, and was surprised that the brutal kick brought about a shift from defence to offence. Nancy suddenly reached up and grabbed the ring in her cunt, and with all her weight managed to jerk Robin to her knees.
She slugged Robin on the side of the jaw, forcing her to fall back over her heels. Nancy sprung to her feet and she immediately began kicking Robin’s tits. She was striking them at the base, and the results were not only more painful, but caused the flesh to split, and soon blood streamed from the base of the youngster’s big breasts.
Robin tangled her legs in Nancy’s, and managed to bring the bitch crashing to the ground once more. She kicked blindly from the position on her back, and with a lucky blow she caught a stiletto heel in one of the downed bitch’s fat mammaries.
Feeling the resistance, he drove her leg straight as hard as she could, and ripped a trench in the big boob, ripping a vein that spurted blood with each heartbeat. The naked female fighters rolled away from each other and got to their feet, facing each other.
They had struck this pose often at the beginning, but this time leaning forward with a posture that showed wariness and respect for the foe, but also an aggressiveness that said each was planning to strike first. Fresh blood sparkled in the brilliant sunlight as it sheeted down over their bellies, diminishing in area as it formed trickles.
The naked bitches crouched, their round breasts pointing, and they made obscene threats to each other than nobody but themselves could hear. They slowly circled each other, making outrageous death threats that they fully intended to carry out.
The naked bitches, high on their own adrenaline, were like trapped animals, with no escape other than to kill their opponent, which both were set on doing. The male guard on the roof shouted to catch their attention, and stood up, holding high above his head a large iron crowbar.
He dropped it over the side of the wall, and even before the sharp flanged end opposite the hooked end dug into the grass, Nancy was running toward it. Robin’s heart sank as she realized Nancy was closer to it, and there was no way she could get to the weapon first.
Nancy would kill her with it before she could get it away from her. Suddenly a guard shouted from the roof of the opposite wing, and Robin bolted toward the pitch-fork he held high even before he dropped it from the roof. Her haste proved almost to be fatal.
She ran right under it, and she pulled back at the last moment, avoiding the sharp curved prongs from piercing her skull. Instead, two of the three prongs dug into her right breast, emerging several inches from the bottom of the impaled girlish mammary.
The handle banged against the side of her head, and she sat down hard, her ass denting the soil beneath the grass. She got to her feet and pulled the long prongs of the pitch-fork out of her breast. Blood spurted from the holes as she braced herself.
She did not have to move to rejoin the fight, because Nancy was charging straight at her, pointing the sharp end of the crowbar straight at her belly. She saw the rush too late to get fully out of the way. As she looked up Nancy was upon her, and she twisted desperately to avoid the crowbar driving into her navel.
Instead, it caught the side of her belly, and emerged through her side, impaling her. Nancy’s rush carried her right past her target, leaving her weapon behind through the torso of the younger girl. As she spun, Robin thrust the pitch-fork at the naked back of the young woman, but her aim was low, and the prongs dug into the bitch’s buttocks.
Robin kept her hold on the handle, so that she was able to jerk her weapon out of the bitch, who turned to face her, but was unarmed, and so was defenseless. Robin grinned. The fight had suddenly turned murderous, and she had the upper hand. The inmates watching from the windows screamed encouragement. They were ready for a kill!
Even though she was impaled in her belly and sides, Robin was in control, in that she was still on her feet, and still armed. The tapping on the windows had now turned to banging, and she could see the excited faces of the inmates watching the incredible bitch-fight.
She remembered the fun she had with her boyfriend Roger when he had permitted her to kill the little girls he was fucking, and to stab them repeatedly with the big knife he so conveniently had available. She was going to make this stupid fucking cunt bleed badly before she killed her.
The pain in her side from the cracked rib and the crowbar sticking through her diminished as she relished the moment. She was going to win, by killing that cheating bitch. She thrust tentatively with the pitch-fork, jabbing the prongs into Nancy’s big bulging tits.
The outer prongs each dug deep into a jutting tit, bringing a scream from the twenty-two-year-old. Robin jerked the fork back and thrust again as hard as she could, this time aimed at the bitch’s lower belly. They dug in deep, just below the navel, and emerged through Nancy’s back.
CHAPTER 8
Robin screamed in delight as she saw that she had driven the long prongs right through the slender bitch. She should have noticed they were long enough to pierce a girl’s body. Nancy grabbed the handle as she fell backward, and kept Robin from pulling it out of her again. That move prevented the young fighter from killing her, at last for the moment.
Robin moved over the cunt, and grabbing the end of the long handle, pulled it forward until she brought it against Nancy’s face, breaking the pretty young woman’ nose with it. By moving it, she had also dug deep furrows in Nancy’s belly, re-arranging her intestines.
She had managed to rip the front of Nancy’s belly in three evenly spaced slots that came up nearly to her navel. Nancy kicked up at the fifteen-year-old’s cunt so hard that her boot lodged inside the fuck-chute beside the heavy iron ring, and it stuck there. Robin couldn’t believe it, but looking down, she could see her cunt now wore a boot.
Nancy pulled her bare foot free of the jammed boot, and kicked again with the top of her foot toward Robin’s boot-stuffed cunt in desperation, but this time missed her young opponent’s organ, instead hitting her inner thigh. Robin grabbed the handle of the fork and pulled with all her might, jerking it out of the downed girl’s torso.
Nancy struggled to her feet, with small loops of her viscera starting to leak out of the rips in her opened belly. She turned her back to protect herself from the next jab of the pitch-fork, and the prongs jammed onto her kidneys, bringing fresh Screams from her. This was outrageous!
She spun as she was hit, and jerked the handle of the fork out of Robin’s grasp. With all of her effort concentrated on the task, she dropped to her knees, and pulled the weapon out of her side. She once more struggled to her feet, and faced her disarmed young foe.
This time it was Nancy who was armed, and realized how dangerous the young cunt was, Robin backed away. She was bleeding internally as well as from the wounds in her back, belly and tits. The young cunt was standing as if she were in shock, with the crowbar sticking in her belly and out of her side.
She too was covered with blood, but had not sustained the damage she had done to Nancy, at least not yet. Nancy meant to change that, and to do it fast, before she got too weak. They both understood perfectly that the winner of the brutal fight would get no medical attention until she had killed her foe. That was the only rule to this match.
Nancy realized that she had been hurt so badly by the young bitch that she desperately needed help, and she needed it quickly. Robin too was desperate. The only other weapon in the enclosed compound they were fighting in was the crowbar, and she had it, as it was sticking through her side.
She grabbed it, and started jerking on it, out of sheer desperation. Nancy made that task as difficult as possible by jabbing at her with the pitch-fork, driving the long prongs into her breasts, her buttocks, her arms and her legs. Each time she did not fully penetrated, simply because she was afraid of losing the weapon again.
That proved to be a serious error in judgement. At last Robin got the crowbar free, and blood spurted from the holes it left in her belly and her side. Nancy saw that her opponent was re-armed, and in desperation charged her, thrusting at her with the fork’s long prongs.
Robin leaned back, and the prongs came up under her right breast, penetrated it, and the middle prong went into her neck, up under her raised chin, split through her tongue and jammed out through her cheek. Robin surprised Nancy as she swung the crowbar like a club as she fell, instead of thrusting with it.
The thick steel shaft smashed three ribs, and both young women hit the grass again. The pitch-fork was too firmly stuck for either girl to remove it, and the crowbar lay between them. Nancy reached it first. Robin grabbed the boot stuck in her cunt and jerked it out.
She jammed the stiletto heel into Nancy’s ribs with such force that it penetrated, and dug into the bitch’s lung. With the pitch-fork still impaling her breast, her neck, her tongue and her cheek, Robin managed to wrestle the crowbar away from Nancy.
She got up onto her knees, but with the restraint of the fork could not get to her feet. Nancy lifted her pelvis, and with this move she inadvertently presented her gaping cunt to the younger girl. Robin took immediate advantage, and with all her might, thrust the crowbar into the offered organ as deep as it would go.
Then she thrust again and again, giving the naked bitch a powerful fuck, each time jamming the long steel shaft deeper into the abdominal cavity of her enemy so deep that the large curve of the crow bar’s prying handle was all that stood out of Nancy’s impaled cunt.
The vicious wrecking tool had been driven right through her uterus and up into her guts with the force of the desperate thrusts. Nancy somehow struggled to her knees, but her knees were too wide spread, and as soon as she was vertical, her weakened knees slid further apart.
This proved to be fatal. Her entire weight came down on the crowbar impaling her, driving it all the way home. The flayed end emerged beside her neck, her legs splayed out at an obscene angle, with the curved metal hook of the thick crowbar sticking out of her cunt, much too short to work.
She was a startling sight, and the girls watching from their cells were silent at the sight. The Warden began to ejaculate. She balanced there for a couple of seconds that seemed an eternity, her eyes rolling, before she pitched forward and crashed onto her tits on the grass, reduced to dead meat.
Robin fell backward onto her back, too exhausted to pull the pitch-fork out of her meat. She lay there, breathing hard, for several minutes before a pair of guards entered the exercise area that had been the fight pit. One of them put his boot on her face while the other grabbed the handle of the pitch-fork and pulled it out of her.
She screamed hysterically at the pain, the horror, the excitement, and the shock of having survived. She had killed the other girl, and everyone knew it. Robin was now someone to be reckoned with in this brutal prison, and had done it the hard way.
She had joined the elite by surviving an incredibly brutal bitch-fight to the death. That Bull Dyke Rennee would have to respect her now that she’d won. She had killed that fucking cunt Nancy. She did the only thing she could think of, and pissed onto the dirt, creating a puddle of mud, at Nancy head, so that the dead bitch’s face lay in it.
As a proven cunt killer, this time with all of the inmates witnessing her kill, the naked fifteen-year-old knew she had earned some respect in the hell hole of a prison. Little did she know how bad things could still get for her, now that she had proven she could beat a fighting cunt.
The other inmates realized they would have to give this tough young bitch Robin a fucking handicap of some sort, to ensure she came out the loser in the next nude cunt-fight she was forced into. That would all come in due time, but of course, that’s another story.
THE END