This is an excerpt from the introduction to Lami Pi Productions, still in progress.

Jackson was careful in serving only select clients who had their hands clean, with no criminal records or having any known connection to organized crime. On the other hand, having had many meetings with them and having served their human transportation needs for years, he was certain some of his clients were Mafia Dons.

After all, the slave trade, whether it be white or international cunts, would be a fundamental moneymaker for the Mafia, and Jackson was certain the mob controlled all of the areas where the quiet movement of humans would be valuable, such as prostitution and the production of violent and possibly deadly child pornography.

Two of his special customized containers bearing restrained and anaesthetized human cargo were due to arrive in San Francisco from the Philippines. They contained a fresh shipment of 48 beautiful young females of various ages, about half of the shipment consisting of delightful pre-teens, age 12 and younger.

His packers had informed him 6 of the girls were American, 18 were Europeans, all taken captive in either Manila or Jakarta. The remainder or the girls were classic young Pilipino beauties, several of them children as young as 6 years old. Jackson knew the consignment would end up at a private country club, one that with good reason privately referred to itself as the Cuntry Club.

Their destination would be at the Club’s private resort in the hills of Southern California, just over 100 miles northwest of Los Angeles. Jackson was familiar with the Club and its nefarious activities, as he had been a guest there at an event a couple of years ago, an educational experience in which he got to practice his horsemanship.

It was incredibly rare that anyone was ever invited to attend an event at the Cuntry Club, as it was necessarily very private, but because of the services he provided, Jackson had earned special standing with a couple of key members, including the Club’s president.

The invitation surprised him, but he was happy to accept. The man who had invited him arranged for Jackson to be picked up and taken to the Club’s estate by his personal chauffeur. He was given a riding outfit, and joined a group of a dozen Cuntry Club members on what they called a Doe Hunt. Only members got to carry rifles.

A tall, lanky 14-year-old girl, naked except for a deer tail stuck to a post inserted into her rectum, light antlers clipped to her head and a pair of slender black boots that ended in dainty hooves, was sent running, and given a 5 minute lead. On signal, the hunters and Jackson set off, galloping in the direction she had run.

She was good, and it took them almost 10 minutes to spot her. The terrain was uneven, but there were only small pine trees growing in the area, with no ground cover of shrubs to hide her. Once they spotted her they let their horses walk, as there was no way she was going to escape their view.

These were experienced horsemen, and were in no hurry. They were enjoying her panic, and had all afternoon to affect a kill. At one point they surrounded her, and one of the hunters dismounted, leaving his rifle in its sling. He pulled out his penis, pressed the distraught girl, who was screaming at the top of her lungs, back against a tree.

He then entertained his fellow-members when he thrust his large erect shaft into her unprepared clean-shaven vagina and gave the pretty young bitch a powerful doe fucking. This was the kind of action that made the long trip to the estate worth the time and effort.

Jackson was impressed at how young and beautiful she was. She had been in a shipment made up entirely of girls taken from a private school in Denver. This lovely young American cunt was receiving a powerfully injected load of semen from a very powerful businessman, and the naked teen girl was completely aware she would be shot by several of the riders before the afternoon’s sport hunt was completed.

She ran as fast as she could in the amazing little boots when he released her, and as she rapidly moved off he tucked in his penis and leisurely remounted his horse. This was a time of enjoyment, not a time to rush. The naked girl had nowhere to go, and she knew it.

The grounds were extensive, and the square mile of land was fully surrounded by a 12-foot high stone wall, topped by an electrified razor wire fence. A dozen sharpshooters were stationed atop the wall, with a mandate to shoot to wound, not to kill. The killing of human game was a pleasure reserved for the hunters.

It was nearly three hours later when, after she had again been surrounded and treated to two more power-fucks, the lovely young human doe heard the first shot when she was at some distance from the hunters, and in a fraction of a second felt the sting of the first bullet.

The first had nicked her upper arm, the second her buttock, and another pierced her side, going cleanly through her. Jackson was thrilled at the brutality and heartless nature of the action, and was pleased to see that the fly on his riding pants opened easily so that his penis lay on the saddle, ready to spout when that became desirable.

The walking action of his mount gave pleasant stimulation to his cock as the horses walked continually toward the injured doe, who was still bravely running. One by one the gentlemen took aim and fired another round into her, each one drawing blood and further weakening her.

At last the horses were reigned in, and the leader of the group stood in his stirrups. He raised his rifle, leveled it at her, took careful aim, and squeezed the trigger. His well-placed bullet went into her right leg just below her buttock and smashed her femur, the largest bone in the human body.

She went down screaming for the last time, severely injured but fully alive, as they intended.

The horsemen rode up to her, the leader dropped a rope over her raised head and pulled her up, fixing the rope to a ring on the front of his saddle so that she hung, her feet not touching the ground, and on the ride back to the stable the kicking and wriggling young beauty was slowly hanged to death. It was a fitting conclusion to an enjoyable afternoon’s cunt hunt.

“The butcher will be drawing and cleaning her,” the group leader said, “if anyone would like to re-familiarize yourselves with the inner workings of the female body. Otherwise we’ll be retiring to the drawing room, to enjoy some sherry and the spectacle of some 7-year-old girls performing in a pigeon egg laying competition.”

Jackson would have stayed for the disemboweling had the girl been alive, but chose instead to join most of the group to enjoy the sight of naked little girls competing in laying eggs. The sherry sounded good, too. He loved the exhibition by the naked children trying to see who could give birth to her dozen little eggs first, without breaking any.

When all of their little eggs had been lain, several of them broken in the attempt, the lovely little girls were then required to produce three sausages from their colons, and most of them managed to squeeze out four, the last consisting of their own offal that had pushed the first three out.

Although all of these lovely little girls had been properly housebroken, the delightful naked children were deeply embarrassed at having shit in front of these strangers, in their minds having excessively exceeded their instructions. This was not good.

The entertainment after a sumptuous meal of beautifully prepared venison, involved a woman in her ‘30s and a pretty little 7-year-old French girl. The girl’s small head had been shaved clean. The large dining room table had been cleared, and the two female entertainers, both naked, climbed onto the center.

The woman was introduced as Lacie, who had given birth to 10 children in her productive career. Lynette was part of a consignment of a dozen of the most beautiful grade 2 girls obtained in a smooth abduction from a private girl’s school. Lacie was a regular performer at the Club.

Her physician, a member of the Cuntry Club, had identified the remarkable woman, who had an extensively prolapsed vagina that she could stretch over a melon, and for the amusement of the members, give birth to it. The Entertainment Director had come up with a far more interesting use for her expansive sex organ.

Lacie carried a short length of rope, and she used it to bind the French child’s wrists tightly together behind her back. She then sat down in the table, spread her legs and pulled the girl down with her. What followed was as bizarre as anything Jackson could imagine.

Thanks to the attention of her physician, and with a great deal of effort she stretched her vagina wide open and gradually pulled it over the head of the frantically struggling Lynette. The cute and petite French child was desperate to escape, but her co-performer was equally determined to succeed.

The woman demonstrated her strength and endurance as she gradually worked the besieged little girl’s head right into her womb, the same cunt from which all of Lacie’s children had emerged. It had given life and now was taking one, just for the amusement of members of the Cuntry Club.

Now deprived of air, the child desperately increased her struggles, but not with the intended effect. She twisted her shoulders, held back by her tightly bound arms, heaved her slender torso, and kicked her shapely legs in a way that beautifully displayed her puffed open cuntlet and panic-bulged rectum.

The grossly obscene performance had the members now openly masturbating as they enjoyed the cock-jerking struggle between the two naked females unfolding before them on the broad hardwood table. Jackson’s fist was as busy as the best of them, stroking his rigid erection.

Like his hosts, he was energetically jacking off in appreciation of the gross debauchery unfolding before him, which he could see was moving steadily and irreversibly toward the demise by suffocation of the struggling little French girl. This was adult bloodless entertainment at its best.

With the stimulation of the child’s head wriggling desperately in her womb, Lacie’s enormously stretched cunt began to contract, as over-distended cunts will do, trapping the child’s head in place. It was clear that Lynette’s head was completely trapped, and the members were satisfied she would not get her head loose, despite her struggles.

Jackson had no idea how the Club had coerced this woman to murder children in this grossly barbaric way, but he learned it was not the first, and would definitely not be the last time she did so. She was a captive sex killer, and performed at the whim of the Cuntry Club’s members.

From where he sat Jackson could see Lacie was not enjoying her work, but her determination indicated she also did not find it as repulsive as it should be. This was a mystery to him, and one he might never resolve. He was respected for his service to this Club, but had no close friends here to ask specific questions.

“How did you enjoy the meal,” the man next to him asked. Jackson was surprised at the question, and wondered what inspired it.

“It was delicious, beautifully prepared, and I was impressed with the very tender meat. I’ve never enjoyed venison so tender.”

“Yes, I thought so too. It was that cute 14-year-old blonde doe, the human venison we hunted this afternoon.” Jackson felt a pitch in his stomach. He had just unknowingly engaged in cannibalism. He was no fucking cannibal! The last thing he needed now was to bring up the food he had enjoyed.

The sexually stimulating sight of the struggling suffocating little French girl with her shaved head jammed in the American woman’s cunt saved him. It was just too provocative to ignore. These Cuntry Club guys really knew how to put on first class entertainment.

He ejaculated with satisfaction as the struggles diminished, and with a noticeable slump the cute French child’s enticing body went limp. The woman who used her big cunt to entrap the little girl’s head used her fingers to peel back her cuntlips and, with a wonderful struggle, extract Lynette’s shaved and now lifeless head from her womb.

Lacie was a beautiful young woman who’s soul had been systematically diminished until it was entirely removed, and the spirited young cunt had no sense of revulsion at whatever kind of gross debauchery she was required to perform. She was simply a flesh creature of their will, nothing more than a tool for the incredible depravity the members of the Cuntry Club, her owners, found to be entertaining.

One day, not too far off, the gorgeous young creature’s final performance would be to provide momentary amusement for them by killing herself in the most degenerate way they could imagine. After all, they better than most understood the true value of the females of our species.

They knew the only value of the human female was to fuck and reproduce, yielding more females for use and abuse at their discretion, primarily to entertain males with their suffering and interesting deaths. That is the nature of life, and we shouldn’t mess with nature.