CHAPTER 3 – Introduction to D-Ring Casinos


Jackson Avery’s second experience with unbounded sexual violence was quite different, much more sexually stimulating than the castration show he had attended in San Francisco, and firmed his resolve to produce his own such shows. The opportunity to attend this one occurred when he was visiting another long-time client, this one in Chicago, a man with the unlikely name of Billy Dickster.

Billy was receiving a fresh shipment of beautiful 14-year-old Cambodian girls Jackson’s company was transporting for him. Jackson knew better than to ask how they were obtained, or what was to be their fate. However, as in every case, he wanted to ensure there was no trouble with the shipment’s safe arrival.

This consignment was comprised of 4 shipping containers, each of them holding twenty-four properly bound, gagged and well-sedated young girls. These special containers, identified by code, arrived on a small container ship, mixed among a regular consignment of legitimate shipping containers. This was a critical feature of successful shipment of contraband, and one mastered by Jackson Avery’s company.

The entire shipment was marked “bulk grain”. That ensured that nobody would open one in the hopes of finding cameras, TVs or other valuable electronics, items which were always vulnerable to theft. Bulk materials were quite safe, and didn’t attract any attention from the few over-worked customs inspectors. Such shipments’ import papers were always promptly rubber-stamped.

As soon as they were cleared, the containers with the human cargo were loaded aboard Billy’s container trucks for speedy delivery to wherever he took such special merchandise. As soon as the human cargo was retrieved from the containers and revived in satisfactory condition, Billy would hand Jackson a cashier’s check.

Jackson was in the transportation business, and safe, discrete delivery was all that concerned him. The quiet conveyance of human merchandise was what had earned him his reputation in this profitable invisible side of his business, and it was what formed the backbone of his considerable wealth.

“You up for a friendly evening of gambling?” Billy asked him. “There’s a large casino here in Chicago that seems to fly below the radar. It’s one of many such establishments owned by the same chain, around the world. Because of the nature of it’s business,

“I’d guess there are some healthy contributions made to the Mayor, Police Chief and Prosecutor’s re-election funds, and regular healthy transfers to their bank accounts as well. Whatever, they put on some outstanding entertainment for gamblers. This kind of operation cannot thrive without many palms being greased wherever they operate.

“Have you ever heard of D-Ring Casinos? The organization’s been around for nearly 100 years. It started in the United Kingdom, but now is a multinational. They operate around the world in major centers, and have been in Chicago for more than 30 years. They stay in the background for what I’d call obvious reasons. Many have no idea they exist.”

“I’ve heard of them,” Jackson said, “I’d love to join you. I’ve also heard of their specialty, and always intended to get to one of their facilities, but have never made the time. I’ve heard they produce combative sports in which the naked female competitors don’t always survive.

“I understand their adult entertainment is exceptional. I believe not attending before now was a mistake.”

“I’ll pick you up at your hotel at 7. We can have dinner there, with service by delightfully young ladies. You’ll love it.”

Jackson had no idea of the degree of truth in what Billy said. He was impressed as they walked through the opulent lobby of the D-Ring Casino, with plush carpeting across expansive floors and magnificent cut glass chandeliers overhead. Billy pulled open the doors of the main casino, which was not yet in operation for the evening, to give Jackson a preview.

It was impressive. The floor would easily accommodate 2,000 gamblers, with betting stations throughout the area. The ring was very impressive, backed against one wall. It was indeed in the shape of a D, with the straight side, the back of the ring, a Lucite wall, with the curve of the ropes supported by seven regular boxing ring posts.

The canvas was elevated 5 feet, and the floor of the casino was gently sloped in the shape of a half shallow bowl, to ensure all gamblers would have a great view of the competitions from anywhere in the room. The lighting was impressive, as it produced the sense that there was a low ceiling, rather than the expansive high vault he saw.

“The posts are set in firm holes on the platform so that they can be replaced with specialty posts for some events. They range from electrified fences capable of electrocution to posts strung with razor wire to discourage fighters from backing into them. They don’t always have a choice, and some fighters specialize in getting their opponent onto the razor wires, ripping her back so severely she loses blood and steam.”

The casino and particularly the ring was very well conceived and executed. He could imagine the excitement of witnessing a pair of desperate naked and bloodied women fighting for their lives, fully engaged in the heat of battle. Just the thought of it had his penis raging and fighting to get out of his pants. Being here was far more impressive than just hearing about it. He was pleased he had accepted Billy’s invitation.

“Impressive,” Jackson observed.

There were two major doorways other than the two broad entrances to the casino. One was marked The Elite Dining Room, the other Titties Tavern. They entered The Elite, because they had come to eat. It would accommodate about 60, and with the exception of half a dozen tables for 4, all were for couples only.

The hostess was a brunette 16-year-old with long curls and bangs that partially covered her extra long artificial curved eyelashes. She wore open top stiletto-heeled sandals, and a vest that revealed an impressive cleavage for a teenager. She boasted a full set of impressive knockers.

The formal garment had a single button, so that the vest covered only her breasts. It opened above her pierced navel, and tapered back to short tails that hung above her bare buttocks. It was no more than an immodest vest, and was more useful as decoration than as effective cover.

The gorgeous teenager wore no other garments, and displayed no body hair below her slender neck. When she faced them, her open hairless vulva was on full display. She moved so that her stiletto heels clicked on the marble floor. Her shapely buttocks rolled as she walked leading them to their table.

With her pelvis rotated so that her bum was pushed back as she moved, she provided them an excellent view of her anus and open vulva. Jackson was a fan of both portals, and was interested to see how inviting her entries both looked. He wondered about how a customer would arrange for a session with this highly appealing hostess.

A few couples and several singles lined the large curved bar, and several others were already seated when Billy Jackoff and Jackson Avery were seated by the near-naked hostess. Both men had displayed a significant bulge in their pants as she escorted them to their table, and when she departed their eyes were locked on her bare buttocks and amazing legs in the spike stilettos as she walked back to her post.

Just as interesting was the restaurant’s staff of much younger waitresses. They were 11 or 12 years old, and because they had yet to develop breasts, wore padded bras under their vests. This gave the impression they had breasts, when in fact these girls had not yet begun to grow them.

“Chicago has a city ordinance banning topless waitresses when food is served in the establishment. It goes back to the time when jealous boyfriends of waitresses at places like Hooters would show up with a gun and kill a few people, always including their girlfriends.

“Cunt killing was at one time a sport in the City, with a dozen kills a night at the peak. Gangs of youths would require a novice member to become ‘made’ by walking into a bar or restaurant and shooting a waitress. Gang members would patronize the place to be able to confirm a kill.

It was like sport, but there were enough eager well-endowed young women looking for work, the establishments found that they were easily replaceable, and police were more interested in drive-by shootings, where there was a bit more collateral damage of innocent bystanders.

“What made that bylaw ludicrous was that Hooters waitresses never worked topless. Some bureaucrat with a tire iron stuffed up his ass who had never attended a Hooters, assumed it was bare breasts that were at the root of the problem. Now we have food and bar service rules in the city that make it illegal for a serving woman to show her tits.

Fortunately, the city council has never addressed the issue of serving girls showing us their bare cunts. Food and drink establishment owners assumed it was illegal, and so it has never come up. D-Ring Inc. will never mention it as long as the City looks the other way. So cunts are in, tits are covered.”

“I can live with that,” Jackson said. He was aware of a curious light tinkling sound that persisted throughout the dining room. He couldn’t identify the source, but it seemed to come from everywhere. “I’m rather surprised to see girls this young working here, though, nearly naked and flashing their pretty little pussies at us while they strut around in those sexy high heel stilettos.”

“No problem there,” Billy grinned, “the City considers this to be a private club. “D-Ring just needs the mother to sign a permission slip in order for her daughter to work in a room that serves alcohol. The by-law mentions nothing about what the costume has to cover, regardless of the age of her kid.

Titties, next door, is quite a different proposition, because no food is served, just drinks. The girls there are 12 plus, and have to have a set of tits before they can start there. All there wear is the stilettos and a leather collar. When girls here qualify, they graduate to Titties Tavern.

They stimulate the teen girls into lactating, because the feature drink in Titties is an Irish coffee, with mothers’ milk squirted into the drinks right at the table. As I said, both the City and State considers this to be a private club, which none the less falls under the no bare tits in restaurants rule. Don’t you love the American way?”

“D-Ring has a foolproof system laid out for obtaining a parent’s signature. They give the young mothers $200 in coins for free, and when they lose that they lend them another $500 that will have to be paid back, and then get them addicted to the slot machines. The slots manager always allows them to run up an outrageous debt, which is a critical part of their well-designed coercion process.

“They then give them more and more in loans, and when it gets far beyond their ability to pay them back, forgive whatever is owed when the distraught women put their signature on whatever papers and release forms the casino’s recruiters and lawyers put in front of them.”

“Ha!” Jackson was impressed with what his friend Billy was telling him. “The young women’s gambling addiction forces special sex education on their delightful young daughters! Ingenious! Does D-Ring take full possession of these young girls, or do they still live at home?”

“No, they live at home. Mothers are fully controlled by the Corporation once they sign those release forms. Also, they’re still addicted, and are encouraged to continue to hit the slots. They all do, digging themselves in deeper. There are further layers of releases to sign, with each giving up more, and there is no escape provided for them.

“Both the young daughter and the mother become chattel of D-Ring, fully the property of the Corporation with absolutely no rights, human or otherwise. It’s slick as a whistle. The girls are property, nothing more. The corporation can use the young mothers and their daughters in any way they wish, wherever in the world they wish.

“What’s better is they prepare a trail that indicates they have moved to another state, and they simply disappear off the face of the earth. That means D-Ring can impose any punishment it wants upon the kids, including entering them in some violent preliminary bouts.

“The corporation doesn’t restrict intake to 11-year-olds, but that’s a common age for entry. They also get kids and their moms into the system as early as the age of 6, and then have the time to test their abilities and likelihood of success in various roles, and then train the shit out of them.

“Eventually, which is sometimes as soon as within a few weeks, the delightful little girls will become full wards of D-Ring Inc. and when they’re in deep enough, with an un-repayable debt, the beautiful young gambling-addicted mothers will actually sign on to become nude fighters for the organization. That’s a guarantee of death within months, possibly weeks.

“The spiral of the deepening vortex is in full swing, and is already well beyond the escape point, even before the young serving girls begin to work. The key is that the mother is so addicted to gambling that she just won’t stop. She’ll actually sign away her daughter’s life and her own without realizing what she’s doing, to satisfy her addiction.

“As things normally go, and things always go in ways that the clients, not the participants, wish, neither this innocent young girl nor her mother will likely live to see the end of the year. Both will, by the design of the workflow, become D-Ring fighters, which is always a death sentence. Their violent deaths in the ring will be for the entertainment of the casino’s clients. That’s the greatness of D-Ring Inc.”

Just then a young waitress being discussed came to their table to take their drink orders. Her feet were purposefully parted, allowing full view of the tiny rings piercing her inner lips, from which fine chains hung, holding little brass bells that tinkled as she walked.

All of the young girls wore them, accounting for the persistent sound. It was a very pleasant light din, filling the room and yet not disruptive. When it was a bit louder, or when one stood out from the rest of the bells, the slightly increasing tinkle announced the approach of a pre-teen girl wearing the bells from her nether-lips.

Their 11-year-old waitress left menus with them, and when she returned with their drinks, she took their orders. Jackson took the opportunity to admire her beautifully displayed vulva. It had a ring through her clitoral hood, holding her erect little external gonad elevated, poking out from under it’s hood, standing like a tiny penis.

Jackson correctly assumed that before she began her shift, the child’s vagina had been stimulated to increase it’s impressive presentation to guests. Seeing the attention her pretty little cunt was drawing by these two men, the knowledgeable girl rotated her pelvis to improve its presentation, as an invitation to them to touch her.

Without hesitation Jackson accepted the invitation, and after flicking the small ring through her clitoris, he slid his middle finger down along the ridge of her slightly distended lips, and then slid it into the vestibule to discover if she had retained her hymen.

He found virginity was intact, with the tight internal hymen membrane blocking the entry to her future cock-holster. She smiled at the unexpected gentleness of his tender exploration of her no longer privates. Most customers were much rougher, and threatened her maidenhood when they touched her.

“That’s a lovely cunt you have, sweetheart,” he said to her, and placed his order. Billy reached over and slid his finger into her vestibule, and pulling it away, turned his hand upward to inspect the female genital moisture it had collected. He stuck his finger into his mouth to taste her sweet dampness and suck his finger clean.

“Have a taste, Jackson,” he said, “These little ladies are certified disease-free. Nobody gets a cock near them, and they’re fully inspected before each shift. Her cunt’s as clean as a whistle, guaranteed. And I’ve got to say, she tastes as good as any as I’ve had the pleasure to sample.”

Jackson’s hand returned to the pretty young girl’s vagina, and on impulse he slid it back to her rectum, pressing the middle finger into her just to the first knuckle, occupying only the tight sphincter ring of her anus. He was impressed at how warm and moist she felt inside. He had forgotten how inviting such a young girl’s anus could be.

She yelped before she regained control, and when he brought his finger forward again he slid it through her damp vestibule to thoroughly clean it in the moist opening of her cunt. Her bum hole had been pre-flushed, but he knew that one could never be too careful.

He brought his finger to his face, sniffed its fresh aroma, and then placed it into his mouth. While he tasted her inner juices, his eyes roamed her beautiful shapely body. Up close she was smaller than he would have thought. Being slender and wearing the spike heels, the beautiful 11-year-old appeared to be taller than she was.

With her lower body bare from the high heels to right up above her waist, and her round bum standing out regardless of her posture, she was much more than an intriguing piece of eye candy. She, and all the rest of these well-recruited and trained young girls were highly erotic decoration.

Their exotically sexy costume was an in-your-face statement that D-Ring Casinos were all about bare cunt. These casinos were designed to satisfy the deepening expectations of people whose tastes had grown well beyond basic nude strip clubs, live sex shows and the underground fight bars.

It was in such establishments where working-class customers who drank too much encouraged their wives or girlfriends to strip naked and fight each other. It was informal sport, and made for a great night of erotic entertainment. The winner’s husband or boyfriend would get to fuck the loser on top of the bar in front of everyone.

Sometimes these fights got out of hand, with a drunken audience sometimes refusing to allow the fight to end. It was not unusual in tougher neighborhoods for a nude girl, sitting with her cunt pressed against a downed girls belly, being handed the neck of a broken whisky bottle, the bottom smashed off, to bring the night’s battle to a permanent end. A kill was acceptable where the audience accepted it. Most did.

When this happened, with a girl’s face, breasts and throat badly slashed, the mess was considerable. It was not uncommon for a winner to take the bottle to the belly of her screaming downed opponent, ripping her open. When this happened, live evisceration always followed.

A waste disposal company had a special unit, which offered discrete cleanup and removal of demolished female carcasses and gore. The disposal company hired only attractive female workers, whose silence was ensured when, after just 2 weeks of work, they were sold to D-Ring’s recruiters.

Because of the nature of its business, turnover was very high, and D-Ring Inc. was always seeking fresh new fighting stock. These unfortunate beauties became permanent wards (a euphemism for slaves) of D-Ring, and were trained with the organization’s other novice recruits.

Winners of the bar fights were always redirected to begin a new career at the D-Ring Casino. Most did not meet the high bar for beauty of form and face. These were consigned as trainers, to go before a small audience into the ring with her arms bound behind her, and used to train a promising young novice how to kill.

Some of these blue-collar working-class girls would go naked into the casino’s secret animal pit, where large predator cats, bears, alligators, hyenas and a giant anaconda snake were entertainingly fed for the amusement of special guests. Although a vegetarian, a wild bull loved to gore naked girls, and got to do so at least weekly.

The entertainment at D-Ring always started with blatant cunt displays, often featuring under-aged girls, and ended with the violent deaths of nude young women. That was what the casino’s gambling clients wanted, and it was what D-Ring Inc. specialized in providing.

D-Ring’s product was for discerning customers who craved the kind of raw naked violence they dished out every night. People who could not stomach watching a young woman being beaten to death did not attend. This sport was designed for Americans with extreme tastes in raw violence, and it always delivered handsomely.

“There’s a specialty of the house I think you might enjoy,” Billy said, “one that needs to be pre-ordered, because it takes a bit of time to be ready, and I took the liberty to order one for you. I expect you’ll enjoy it. I’d tell you how it’s made and served, but that would ruin the surprise.”

“That was very kind of you,” Jackson replied as their young waitress departed to take care of other customers. They talked about some of the remarkable nude female fights Billy had seen, some of them armed battles, their shockingly final outcomes, and at that point their soup arrived. It proved to be excellent.


CHAPTER 4 – Amber Wine


“The specialty I ordered is warm amber wine. It’s a pinot blanc from Burgundy, and it’s presented, well, you’ll see.” The empty soup bowls were cleared, and their salad arrived promptly. It was as good as the soup, with an olive oil and balsamic vinegar dressing. Jackson could not help but watch the young serving girls in their minimal highly revealing costumes, and his penis stood at attention each time they passed.

The main course of their meal was beautifully presented sea bass, and behind the waiters who delivered the food were two young waitresses, including the one who had served them. They each held a medium sized wine glass, the size usually used for white wine. They handed them to the gentlemen at the table, both girls smiling broadly.

Billy held his glass forward toward the groin of the waitress nearest him. She spread her knees, moved her vagina over it, and used her fingers to spread her vestibule open. This provided free access to her urethra, and a clear path for the ensuing golden stream. Within seconds she began urinating into his glass.

Their first young waitress repeated the process for Jackson, who held his glass forward and received the offering from her bladder. When the flow stopped, she used a small napkin to wipe extra drops from her vagina and the obscenely presented 11-year-old girls asked if the gentlemen would require a refill. Billy replied in the affirmative.

“Advance notice was required because the girls emptied their bladders and were then both catheter-loaded with the wine. They’ve been walking about feeling like they needed to piss ever since we arrived. Since then, their own natural product has gradually been added to the wine, giving it a unique flavor.”

“Holy shit,” Jackson said, “this is amazing! A client once sent his 18-year-old daughter and 6-year-old granddaughter to my hotel room, and the daughter, used to this kind of assignment, permitted me to suck her little girl’s cunnie while I fucked her. When I started to shoot my goo into the mother, the little girl peed straight into my mouth.”

“How did you like it” Billy asked.

“It was a surprise, but quite tasty. I sampled a direct shot of the mother’s piss, also straight from her cunt, but I preferred the kid’s.”

“Try this. Bladder warmed wine, augmented by urine. It’s quite refreshing.”

As the men tasted the supplemented warm wine, the girls returned with a bottle of wine and a catheter with a large rubber bladder attached. They filled the rubber ball with half of the wine from the bottle, and then, one at a time, inserted the catheter into their own urethra, displaying the process to the men, and squeezed the cooled white wine from the rubber bladder into their own.

Their waitress was second to fill her bladder, and when she pulled the shared catheter free, the girls shared the remaining wine in the bottle as well. She smiled at them and promised to process the wine they just drank before returning.

“It will take about an hour to process,” she said. “Enjoy your meal, gentlemen!”

“What a sweet, naughty young lady,” Jackson commented. They’ve trained her well.”

“The San Francisco children are quite trainable,” Billy observed as he cut into his fish, “and the Casino has to date used a few hundred of them quite successfully. They are at the moment quite limited in how they can use them within the casino, but as you can see, they add value to the dining experience.”

“Why an hour?” Jackson asked. “In that time her kidneys can process that wine and add as much as 50% urine to the mix in her bladder.”

“Precisely,” Billy answered. “That’s the point. Once you’ve finished this glass, you’ll be used to the light urine taste in the wine, and can manage much more of the young ladies’ tasty essence. When they drink the same wine with which it will be mixed, their urine is light and quite delicious.”

“You mentioned these girls are all 11 or 12. What about when they turn 13?”

“By then they start to grow breasts, and are moved over to the mattresses. The casino has a viable prostitution operation at each casino. You wouldn’t believe how the nude fights elevate the sex drive for the gamblers, and often they have to let off steam. There’s nothing better than a frenzied tussle with an expert whore to satisfy that drive.

“The term ‘mattresses’ is figurative. The kids trained to fuck D-Ring clients work in quite opulent bedrooms, not unlike the penthouses of a fine hotel. ‘Mattresses’ is the name for the child prostitution suites in all of the operation’s casinos around the world.

“Although they feature girls 13 to 15, a great age range for girls eager to please raging cocks, often when a younger girl develops her breasts early, she is trained in the erotic arts of sucking and fucking clients, and is then moved up to serve on the mattresses.

“I have to tell you, I have no problem putting the rocks to kids. Having a cuddly naked little girl lying with you in your bed is fantastic, something you’ll never forget. If you’ve never tried it, you should. Once properly trained they always give amazing sex, and have no idea who you are, so they are never able to come back and bite you.

A buddy of mine has an operation set up on the top three floors of an adults-only condominium downtown. He takes in street kids, or ‘borrows’ them from homeless single mothers, cleans them up and trains them, and for $500 you can fuck kids seven to ten years old.

“That’s not all. For $2,500 he’ll set up a client to off a kid in his special dungeon room, everything provided. I get there at least once a month, but I’ve never done a kid. I’m not into that. Let the little cunts do each other. Offing a kid is a bad ass thing to do, but interesting. I’ve never done it, but I’ve paid to watch a few times.

“One of the best fucks I ever had was with the youngest girl to ever work as a whore here, a startlingly pretty 7-year-old Ethiopian girl from a primitive village in the Omo Valley. She was black as coal, had nice budding little nipples, and of course no titties, and did the most erotic dance to get me going I’d ever seen.

“My dick was already standing at attention when she got her tender little mouth over its head, and her tiny fists pumping the base of my dick almost had me shooting. Then she got into bed with me, and I swear to God, fucked like a fucking mink. She proved to be insatiable.

She got me to cum four times in an hour. That’s my personal record. She got my fucking balls aching from over-production. I’ve never been so turned on by any gorgeous whore I’ve ever done. I was in agony for hours afterwards, but it was definitely worth it.”


CHAPTER 5 – Doing Serious Damage


Sitting back in the comfortable chair in his wife’s den, Jackson pulled out his erection, to have it handy should his enjoyment make this useful or necessary. One video in particular on his wife’s computer caught Jackson’s attention, because of the outstanding beauty of the athletic 8-year-old girls with their slender shapely hips and the clean split mound of their exposed vaginas.

These highly attractive little girls were potential grade 3 beauty queens, and just looking at them had Jackson’s penis standing at attention, reaching out of his pants. These two contestants were very well selected, as were most of the others. Somebody in the organization that produced these shows was doing something right.

This was also more serious fare with these older little girls. In one video Jackson could see there were the tiny sharp points of thumbtacks sticking up through the tape on their fists. The girls also had tape around their feet, and there were sharp points of tiny thumbtacks sticking up on the top of their feet too. This bout was likely going to be very bloody.

He pulled this one up to full screen, closing the other files. These beautiful older children, about age 8 so they would be in grade 3, were completely nude, and Jackson was quite pleased these lovely little girls were minus the genital-obscuring diapers. Stark naked, their delightful cuntlets were on full display, and their groins were offered no protection by the bulky cloth of a diaper.

They were tanned, and there were no tan lines of a bikini. Their mothers had prepared them well for this nude encounter for a live audience and video recording. Jackson was sure there were many places in American urban centers where young women could have their 8-year-old daughters frolic naked in the sun.

It was the best way to get them ready for this kind of nude presentation. They would also have to train them to be effective and hopefully damaging fighters. He could imagine them in dingy boxing clubs being trained by over-the-hill boxers and wrestlers to be competent fighters. With the moral standards to be found in such places, the athletic little girls would likely train naked.

This mini fight ring was set up in a 3-car garage, to reduce staining of the beautifully finished interior of the home, and it was clear the fight was designed to be much more damaging to the young participants than the first videos he’d watched. A mess was a certainty. The 30 excited women in the audience (he checked and Martha was not among them) were in bikinis, and Jackson understood why.

These women were planning to be up close to the ring, and would be exposed to getting blood splatters from the lovely 8-year-old competitors if things got as wild as both he and they hoped they would. Those thumb tacks were capable of digging deep scratches in the tender flesh of these little girls.

It was a reasonable precaution, and also afforded viewers of the video the chance to see the quality of the figures of the women who made up the audience. Once the girls got going in their speed-enhanced battle, the frenzy of their fighting would ensure blood would be splattered around.

The women in the audience were mostly young, fit, shapely and physically desirable. Even the grandmothers present, few much older than 50, kept themselves in very good shape, and were as enthused about what was going on in the ring as the younger enthusiasts. Jackson was certain they would all be actively masturbating as the fight got rough, as he was certain it would.

He knew that young girls developed at a very early age the desire to hurt other girls they didn’t like so much they would remember for a long time who had hurt them. This need endured into adulthood, which was why female fighters were so ferocious.

Outside the garage door, which was still open, there was visible a large swimming pool. The women were obviously protecting their expensive dresses from expected blood splatter, and they could jump into the pool later to clean off any kiddie blood from their mostly-bare bodies, no damage done.

The lithe young girls appeared to be highly agitated, with good reason, and Jackson quickly surmised they were both high on speed. This was going to be a very interesting contest, and quite different from the one he had watched moments ago with the younger battling little girls.

With 8 years of growth, these two grade 3 girls had reached the age that their figures, even without breasts, were beginning to look interesting, with curved hips, gently rounded tummies, thighs and calves, and with developing muscles from young girl activities that strained as they stood raised, straining on their tiny tip-toes.

They were outstanding young cock teasers, and Jackson now realized that women found them just as sexually stimulating as he did. He was no psychologist, but was getting a handle on the kind of things that turned on women. The crowds were made up of different women on each tape he had looked at, and there were a lot of highly excited females in the few videos he’d seen. That meant there were likely thousands of wealthy ladies who would find this a satisfying pastime.

Jackson had always admired the enticing form of growing girls, and these great little bodies of the charming 8-year-olds were on full display. Putting naked little girls into combat was a brilliant idea, rich in possibilities. These grade 3 girls had no neck chain to hold them together, as the younger girls had, although they did wear serious-looking d-ringed and studded collars on their necks.

With their potent armament, these youngsters were more interested in doing damage to places the little girls had seldom visited. Both were convinced their best chance at winning was to do extensive damage to the exposed vagina of her opponent. Each young girl had her eyes locked on the other girl’s cunt.

A woman held up a large brass bell and struck it with a metal mallet. The fight was on! The girls moved purposefully toward each other, leaning slightly forward with their arms securely bound behind them, and simultaneously each gave a vicious kick to the other girl’s cunt.

Both connected, and both screamed with the violent contact. Jackson Avery’s penis leaped in his pants, and moved the video into high speed, eager to see how this one ended. He was surprised at how long it went on. Just past the 7-minute point one of the girls fell hard, and Jackson hit normal play.

Both girls had swollen vulvas, and tiny puncture wounds and bleeding scratches on their bare pubic mounds, thighs, tight tummies and cheeks. Both girls’ noses were bleeding, one profusely, and both had blood smeared from abrasions and small cuts on their ribs as well as where one day breasts would grow. Even their pretty round buttocks were scratched and scraped from well-placed damaging kicks.

At normal speed, he could see that both of the youngsters had urinated during the first part of the frenetic fight. This was the kind of detail he savored, and which was not visible at high speed. The cement floor was slick with their piss, which would tidy up nicely with a hosing down.

The downed girl took hard kicks to her head and cunt, but she gamely sprang back up to her feet, and when the punching and kicking resumed, Jackson again hit high speed. At the 25 minute mark both girls were sitting on the floor in their own mess, too exhausted to continue.

They had both substantially messed up, literally. In heat of the violent battle the naked young combatants had passed both liquid and solid waste, having simply beaten the shit out of each other. There was no clear winner, but that did not seem to concern the women. A garden hose would easily wash their offal down the drain of the garage’s cement floor, leaving no sign of their momentary stinky indiscretion.

Jackson checked a second video in this folder, and this one was set in a living room again, with the mandatory cover over the expensive carpet. This cover was stretched canvas, held in place by lead weights on each corner. The first thing Jackson noticed that was different was that there were 4 large batteries in use instead of the usual one.

Together this heavy-duty power supply was capable of putting out a very high level electric shock on a sustained basis, easily enough to cook the meat of a girl if she was locked to it in protracted contact. It also had the power to burn her badly if she remained in contact for even a short period of time. They might as well have used razor wire for the fencing.

The electric fence forming the ring was going to at the very least give whichever girl leaned or bumped into it a significant and very unpleasant jolt. Jackson wondered if these little girls would have the ability to get themselves off contact with a hot line, as the current would cause their muscles to quiver, and not respond normally, or perhaps, with sufficient current, not at all.

The mothers were obviously quite serious about making this a very hurtful experience for their daughters. The children who would fight had yet to discover this. A title came up on the screen that Jackson didn’t immediately understand. It read “Pepper Fight”. That meant nothing to him, but he was sure it would be explained by what followed.

Two very pretty slender eight-year-old girls, a blonde and a brunette, were lifted into the ring. They too wore no diapers. Their cuntlets were swollen and open, reddened by what must have been some kind of strong irritant. Their forearms were bound tightly behind their backs, wrists to elbows.

This was to be a brutal kick fight, between two grade 3 girls, carefully prepared by their aggressive mothers, most likely with their sweet-looking swollen cuntlets as the prime targets. This fight promised to be nasty stuff. Keeping their balance with their arms bound and out of services was going to be a challenge for them.

A swift kick to the cunt properly placed could give a significant jolt the young girl’s immature gonads deep inside her. Unlike all other fighting little girls Jackson had seen on the videos, in which all of them were barefoot, these two wore perfectly fitting high heel shoes. The feet of both girls were small, and he was sure the expensive looking shoes had been custom made for them.

The toes went to an extended sharp metal-capped point, and were cut low enough on top that they revealed half an inch of the space between the lovely girls’ toes. These were true ‘fuck me’ spikes, sexy as hell, and these pretty young kids were about to seriously fuck each other’s meat with them.

Their mothers, acting as their trainers and wearing rubber gloves, carried a plastic container with cut slices of red peppers. They had the girls spread their legs, and they rubbed the juicy pepper slices against the youngsters’ bare cuntlets, causing them to redden and swell even further open as the natural acid coated the delicate porous membrane that lined their swollen heat-gaping cuntlets.

Jackson surmised from the condition of their open cuntlets that they had both received an earlier similar treatment, and now were getting the last minute enhancement for the pleasure of observers. Jackson’s penis was out, and was rigid as he slowly stroked it. There was no doubt he was enjoying what he was seeing. Any man thinking he was lucky and sticking his bare penis into either of those red little girl cuntlets would be in for a burning surprise.

The mothers quickly left the ring, and without prompting, the two experienced young schoolgirls, their arms tightly bound behind their backs, got at it. With fire blazing in their eyes and their open cuntlets, neither was going to play nice. As expected, the first targets for vicious kicks with the wicked pointed toe high heels were their puffy red gaping cuntlets

Already the women in the audience were shrilly screaming encouragement. With their hand under their skirts or inside their pants, they were all shamelessly masturbating. The most excited and vocal of all were the girls’ mothers, who now had buggy whips, and were urging their girls on with malicious lashes to their arm-bound bodies.

Confirming Jackson’s estimate, they both appeared to be more interested in seeing their delicate little girls being hurt than seeing them win. As in the other videos Jackson had seen, the mothers were both carrying cattle prods, and looked like they were prepared to use them. The naked children were wide-eyed as they realized their mothers would not hesitate in using the cruel devices on them.

In polite society women do not scold or punish their daughters in public. This was neither public nor polite society. These women were following their basest instincts, animalistic and vitriolic in their passion for hurt, damage and injury to their lovely naked young daughters. The girls were actively playing their part in satisfying all of the horny and screaming female spectators.

Most surprising of all was the extent to which the young girls were into it. The grade 3 girls were kicking with extreme, sadistic ferocity. Both displayed full intent to injure their pretty, shrilly screaming rival. Each was fully committed to doing extensive damage to the other’s naked body, using her only attire, the sexy and very dangerous spike heeled shoes, now used as very effective weapons.

The brunette girl took a vicious kick to the stomach, with both the toe and heel of the shoe of her blonde opponent breaking skin and digging in. The blow drove her back into the wire, with her shoulder blades against the upper wire and her buttocks on the lower.

She landed with her knees bent and widespread. The stout hot lower wire supported her hips as it delivered a series of sharp pulsing intolerable electric shocks. The girl quivered with the jolts of electricity coursing through her, and was unable to summon the strength to get up.

The brunette’s pelvis was rotated in this position, and the blonde quickly took advantage of her foe’s nicely presented cunt, and she kicked her shoe at it with all her might. Her aim was perfect, and the front of the shoe drove deep into the exposed cunt. The force of the kick was enough to securely jam the shoe inside her vagina.

The blonde felt the shock the other girl was experiencing through her cunt-jammed foot, although not as powerfully as the girl spread on the wires. She quickly attempted to jerk her foot back, but it was wedged in tight. Her only recourse was to bend forward and slip the heel strap off, allowing her foot to be pulled loose.

Now she did as she had apparently been instructed to do. As winner, she got to further humiliate her fallen opponent. She spread her feet, only one of them now housed in a shoe, and positioning herself carefully, let loose a stream of urine onto her defeated foe’s face, the warm fountain of her pee entering the brunette’s screaming mouth, and then directing her spray to the completely defeated girl’s upper body.

The jet of warm urine did precisely what she had intended, but what she hadn’t counted on was that her stream of piss onto the girl on the electric wires formed a bridge, a perfect conductor, and through it she received a startling zap to her cunt and on up into her bladder. The blonde child had no experience with electricity or electrolytes. Her own piss led the electrical charge directly to her cunt.

She leaped away from the downed brunette girl, ending too late the sudden painful flow of electricity to her genitals. She couldn’t believe how much that shock had stung her pissing pussy. She had felt the jolt right up into her bladder and to the deepest recess of her gonads. The lesson was one she would remember the next time she fought in an electrified ring.

The pretty little blonde had won, but the visibly quivering little brunette was still being severely punished on the electric wires. Instead of disconnecting the group of batteries to give her much needed relief, the two mothers used their buggy whips on her, lashing at her quivering body.

The electrical punishment she was receiving superseded their effect, and when that didn’t work, they produced the cattle prods and gave her a sustained series of severe jolts to her battered face and breasts. Jackson was delighted to see the relish with which the mothers cruelly punished one of their distraught daughters. They displayed no interest in relieving her agony.

They continued zapping her with the powerful prods until the spasms of her body forced her to fall off the wires, with visible red wire burns on her back and blackened marks on her buttocks from deeper burns, where it appeared the lower wire had actually cooked some of her tender meat. That burn would leave a permanent scar on both of her buttocks.

These livid wire burns complimented the angry whip welts that marked both young girls’ naked bodies. They were by design, to make the effect of the fight more stimulating for the ladies, and as a permanent reminder of their experience for the combative little girls. Jackson understood that this was highly serious sport for the ladies and their kids.



. . . to be continued