CHAPTER 6 – Cunts on Display


Billy went back to his drink. To set the mood for upcoming combat action in the Casino, the entertainment in the dining room was a pair of generously oiled voluptuous, large breasted nudes, clothed only stiletto heels and a red velvet collar. The shameless large breasted bitches wore large strapless dildos anchored with broad plastic lumps, deep in their bare cunts, so that they looked like a pair of shemales.

These ladies had amazing legs, their appearance amplified by their spike heels. They wrestled on an eight-foot-square stage, elevated 5 feet above the dining room floor, providing a good view from all angles. The beautiful tall shorthaired blondes were not earnestly fighting or attempting to hurt each other seriously. Their gorgeous bodies were amazing, and the two friends had an exceptional view of them.

When the nude beauties were down on the matt, their shapely legs terminating in amazing stilettos frequently extended over the edge of the small platform, which had no restraining ropes to keep them from falling off. Their large bare breasts spread obscenely when pressed against the matt or against each other as they struggled, their nipples stiff and pointing.

Instead of a deliberate fight, the pair provided the diners an erotic demonstration of erogenous sexy wrestling holds, and also how to get another woman into position for rectal mounting, their flared cunts on full display below the bulging ring of their rectums, and in this case took turns drilling each other like studs butt-fucking reluctant whores.

It was a charming distraction, but hardly enough to hold the guests’ attention, knowing the real battles that were to follow in the Casino’s spectacular D-Ring. This was just a teaser, to set the mood for the violent carnage the guests would witness and wager on in a couple of hours.

When their delicious meal was completed and the table cleared, they enjoyed a dessert of ice cream with fresh berries, coffee, liquors and cigars. Both men were relaxed, enjoying the pleasant ambience provided by the naked girls and performing nude women.

The hour passed quickly for them, and the young girls, naked from their ribs on down, their stiletto’s clicking on the marble floor, returned with a fresh pair of wine glasses. Jackson said he thought the pre-teen waitresses looked even more nude, if that were possible, and he gave an affectionate tug to the bells that dangled from their waitress’s vagina lips.

The youngsters handed the glasses to the men, then moved close with their fingers spreading their hairless vaginas, exposing their urethras, and urinated more of their warm wine and piss blend for the men. They tasted it, and Jackson was surprised that the girls were right; the wine and urine mix was not at all strong.

Due to the longer time to mix in their bladders, the essence of pee was stronger now, but with the conditioning of the first glass, Billy and Jackson agreed it tasted delicious. This time there was more girl, less grape. Who would have thought piss from 11-year-old girls and white wine could taste good? Once more, D-Ring had a surprising winner.

When the glasses were more than half empty, the patiently waiting girls refilled them, and then departed. “Those pretty young cunts were very happy to get that load out of their bladders,” Billy said, “It must drive them crazy having to hold it for so long.”

“Thank God it’s them that carry that bladder-full. This is all about our enjoyment, not their comfort. You really believe they won’t live for a year?” Jackson asked. “They’re so young and beautiful, with such a potentially bright future in this business. I’d love to see them being killed.”

“Sometimes I exaggerate,” Billy admitted. “Their mothers, probably at the slot machines as I speak, will certainly die in the fight ring before the year is out. The kids have to be 14 before they can go into the ring, and they must have a loincloth or something, even if it just hangs down in front, covering their cunts when they fight, until they’re 16, an age they’re unlikely to reach.

“That’s why the girls with loincloths are told the first thing they have to do when the fight starts is to get their opponent naked by ripping off their loincloths. The gamblers always spend and wager a lot more when kiddie cunts are on display. That’s understandable.

“I used to think it was a gender thing, but apparently the women gamblers wager more as well when there are kiddie cunts on display. Women also like to see the kiddies pissing. The girls’ work in the dining room has taught these young ladies the importance and value of showing clients their bare naked cunts.

“I hear D-Ring is planning on putting an addition onto the mattresses, a private section where little kids will be available for those who want to fuck them. You wouldn’t believe it, but a lot of gamblers like to fuck little girls. At least the guys do. Kiddie cunts are big sellers.

“Within the next year or so that fight ring age limit could come down to 12, making these girls eligible for ring service, and I’ve heard the groin-cover requirement may also be tossed out, with the effective lobbying the D-Ring lawyers do. That will mean the young girls can come out buck naked, making them legitimate cunt-fighters.

“Those D-Ring lawyer guys are very persuasive in the halls of power, worldwide, and they effectively grease the right palms with bribes in the process, locking in their support. In SE Asia I saw half a dozen 7-year-old kiddies in a Lucite ring, stark naked and armed with the cutest little pistols you ever saw!

“The tiny lead bullets sunk into their meat, but all of them took about 20 hits before some started to drop. When there was only one left standing, most of the others were squirming and screaming on the canvas. The MC gave the winner a bigger pistol, and she had to put a slug into the temple of all of the others, blowing their brains out.

“I mean, could you have imagined the City of Chicago as little as five years ago, allowing for young women to fight nude, even adults, with the only acceptable outcome that one of them kill the other? I mean of course that happened frequently in bars, and at best those fights were only semi-organized. Now look at the state of things!

“But to have a fully licensed high class casino in which nude death fights between women were the norm? D-Ring has made amazing strides in developing a successful operation of this kind in Chicago, and there’s much more to come, relatively soon, if they get their way. I’ve got to tell you, I’m impressed, and so are the people who come out so often to support this lucrative operation.

“D-Ring Inc. is one of the most progressive companies in the world, and you won’t believe it, but where they can get away with it, they’ve also got outrageous death games for naked little girls in their SE Asia, South America and in a couple of their casinos in Eastern Europe. With graft the way business and politics are done, there is no rule of law for the casinos in those regions. There you can see 10-year-old little girls engage in team gang fights, with the objective of killing the designated target girl on the other team.”

“That’s amazing,” Jackson said, enjoying his warm wine. “I’d never have guessed it. What an incredible money-maker that must be.”

“It’s absolutely outstanding,” Billy said, “I’ve done very well with it. I’ve got a couple thousand shares in D-Ring Inc. They never pay dividends, they just keep splitting the stock, and the value just keeps on going up. I could sell them in a minute, but I’d miss out on the next stock split.

I bought 500 shares at $2,000 and at the moment, they’re worth more than $3,200 each, even after 4 stock splits! Without spending another penny, I now have 8,000 shares, at the increased value! No shit! That means my investment of $1 million is now worth more than $25 million!”

Jackson grinned. “I could use some blood money myself. Where is it listed?”

“I can set you up tomorrow through my broker. Shit like this is not on any of the regular exchanges.”

“Thanks, Billy,” Jackson responded as they got up to move into the casino. “I’m always looking for creative ways to expand my portfolio, and this looks like a winner.”

As they left the dining room, Billy said, “if you’re looking at ways to grow your business as well, you might consider a big expansion, like contracting with D-Ring for the transportation of their livestock. They do it now, and are nervous it exposes the entire organization because of a necessary activity that they’d like to have at arms length.”

“I could help with that. Can you put me in touch?”

“Not a problem,” Billy said, “I’m amazed at your shipping capability, and how reliable your service is. I’m sure D-Ring will be as well.”

Entering the casino they saw they were early enough that a hostess was able to find them a prime table. A 14-year-old waitress, wearing only spike heels, a pony tail and spiked leather collar took their order and promptly brought them drinks.

They saw about 80 other young girls in similar attire, which was virtually none, waiting for customers to arrive who they could serve. None of these was over 14, but several looked to be a young as 11. What they had in common was each of them had an extraordinary set of legs, highlighted in the very high heels they wore.

There was too much sound and volume to the room to permit the tinkling of bells dangling from the girls’ cunts to be audible, so there were none. Instead all of the young waitresses wore a large jeweled brass ring piercing their left labia. Jackson wondered if there was a practical use for these, or if they were strictly decorative.

The sparkling rings did add beauty to the girls’ cleanly plucked or shaved cunts. There was no doubt that they had arrived in cunt cuntry. The young women who would fight before the crowd in the infamous D-Ring would do so in the nude so that they could also display their naked vaginas.

Jackson was certain that several of the beautiful combat-flared vulvas would be damaged in the heat of battle in the D-Ring. Women were lucky that their gonads were safely stored well inside their bodies, not nearly as vulnerable as the testicles of a man who fought naked.

He understood that cockfights between naked men were common in the Far East, and that they usually resulted at the very least in the total loss of any reproductive capability. The Oriental audiences preferred to see an erect penis rather than testicles severed.

Men were popular used as waiters in the Orient, and Billy told Jackson he had seen naked men as well as nude girls serving in the casino’s bars and restaurants. Like the girls, they wore spike heels, and displayed a large full scrotum but had no penis. That was how things were done in D-Ring’s SE Asian casinos.

Having their testicles intact left the waiters more vulnerable to cruel punishment. In the more extreme fights, in addition to penile castration, the audiences required to see the losing male fighter’s exposed testicles crushed, his belly opened and his intestines spilled as well.

Jackson wondered if males fought in the ring in these casinos, as had the men he had seen fight in San Francisco. A man’s vulnerable gonads were at serious risk from a kick or punch if they wore no protection, and no protection of his family jewels was possible in a naked fight.

“Do men ever fight here?” Jackson asked.

“Seldom, because this place is all about cunt. If men are ever in the ring to fight, it’s a specialty, and his foe will be female, put in there to lose, big time. Every now and again a bitch needs to be given an extremely tough message, one she won’t live to remember.”

That was as definitive as Jackson could expect. The gamblers would be attracted here to see women, not men, being brutally demolished. A woman would have to get her fist up deep into the cunt of her opponent if she wanted to do serious damage to the bitch’s internal plumbing.

He imagined how remarkably painful it would be if a woman could get her fingers into the cervix of her opponent and stretch it open sufficiently to get her fist inside. Seeing woman getting her uterus fist fucked would be an amazing sight, but his mind was just running wild, and he let it roam.

From there it would be possible to damage not only the cunt’s uterus but if the organ could be pulled out, to also attack her tender fallopian tubes and the ovaries. He expected this kind of damage would happen frequently to young women stupid or unfortunate enough to engage in naked sex fights in the most outrageous casinos in the world. This was real cock-jerking material. His horizon widened considerably as he considered the financial possibilities.

Jackson’s line of thought was broken when a man in a tuxedo with tails and a top hat climbed up and stepped through the ropes. Jackson was surprised to see that since their arrival the room had filled. There were only a couple of hundred when he and Billy had come in after dinner, and now in the room that would seat 2,000 there was standing room only.

The man in the ring carried a wireless microphone, and used it to welcome the crowd. “Good evening, ladies and gentlemen!” Jackson noticed for the first time that many of those in the room were women, most of them in gowns ranging from floor-length to micro-mini skirts.

All of the women wore uplifting bras, with lots of exposed cleavage, to make them visually more competitive with the naked women who would soon occupy the ring. Their husbands or escorts wore tuxedos, but the remainder of the males in attendance, who made up the majority of the crowd of gamblers, wore business attire, as did Billy and Jackson.

The MC continued, “Tonight you will enjoy, witness and wager upon the most violent sexual sport available in any casino, anywhere in the world. I might add that, for those of you embarrassed to see people engaged in copulation, and in this case the use of the word sexual does not imply coitus; you will be pleased to know that D-Ring Inc. keeps it clean, and does not permit any of its combatants to engage in fucking in any of our rings, anywhere in the world!”

That brought a laugh from the crowd. None of them had come to see naked ladies fucking each other. They had much more serious expectations.

“As many of you are aware, there are very few rules for the fights, which means there is no need for a referee. My role, in addition to being your commentator, is to ensure the required outcome is what you will see. In the early bouts the minimum required outcome is the inability of the loser to continue; in later competitions we require the nude female competitors to set up and achieve an entertaining brutal killing.”

A cheer went up, demonstrating that nobody was shocked at that announcement. They had come to experience the sight of nude women in mortal combat, fighting for their lives, and one of them losing hers. Anything less would be unacceptable to them, and would bring shame upon the establishment. D-Ring Inc. would never allow that to happen. If there were no kill, the Dispatcher would remedy that.

“I am known also as the casino’s Dispatcher. In that role I have the duty to determine if a loser can be restored to health to continue her fight career, and if not, to dispatch her in the ring, for your additional enjoyment, should she still be alive. If she’s probably not, I like to put a slug into her belly or head to make sure she’s done.” He lifted his tails, revealing a leather holster containing a large Colt 45. “This effectively puts thing right, again for your enjoyment.

“In a fight in which a kill is required, and not effected, my task is to correct that by putting the loser out of her misery, and providing the same fate to the lady who refuses to meet your expectations of her. It would be harmful to our reputation should you ever depart disappointed.”

He surprised everyone when he grasped the fly of his trousers, and with a rapid pull, ripped them off. They had breakaway stitching, and flew off him with that single rapid pull. Now he stood, revealing an enormous erection. He then grasped his shirt just below his navel, and with a firm and swift downward pull it flew off him as well.

This left him wearing only the tails, which covered very little of his chest in front, his broad belt with the large holstered pistol, and otherwise left him bare down to his Wellington boots. The feature of his appearance that attracted attention now was his large penis, arching up from his cleanly shaved groin. Jackson knew the signs; his erection was buttressed by a substantial dosage of chemical dick support.

“I think we’re ready to get started. As the first contestants enter the ring and are displayed by their handlers, your lovely young waitresses will collect your bets. Here come our first contestants now.” As the two girls and their handlers climbed into the ring, he introduced them.

“In an operation such as ours, it is necessary that all of our staff act in the best interests of D-Ring Inc. We are in the service industry, serving our clients with the best in sexual violence gambling entertainment, as well as other services. One of these is our food service, and these two were, until yesterday, waitresses in The Elite dining room.

“These girls are both 11. They are physically quite attractive for that age. Of particular interest is their long shapely legs, their view enhanced by the heels they are wearing, the same they wore as waitresses. You will also find interesting their pretty vaginas with the little tinkle bells, suspended from small rings piercing their inner vagina lips.

“Yesterday there was extra demand for what we call warm wine. It is white wine, very much the color of urine, and from the time they load it through a catheter into a girl until they serve it by peeing into the client’s glass, their natural product enters their bladder as well, altering the flavor of the wine for the better, in my opinion.

“The steady addition of their own urine direct from their kidneys also puts extra pressure on their bladders, which for obvious reasons our girls find to be quite uncomfortable. They have no option but to hold and endure it, which becomes more difficult by the minute. I enjoy their discomfort as much as the blended wine and pee they produce.

“These two, Nikki and Sarah, were both told to load their bladders with wine, and knowing it could become quite uncomfortable, both had the audacity to refuse. By that simple act they were both given an immediate promotion to fighter, bypassing their time serving on the mattresses and as cock-sucking greeters for VIPs.

“That is a privileged position, as with that assignment they get to work as senior serving girls in the dining room when there are no VIPs present. As senior serving girls they make many enemies so that when promoted to fighter, they have a lot of ego to fight for.”

The handlers had removed their loose capes, and now they stood naked except for their heels. The handlers undid their ponytails so that their hair swung at the sides of their faces, past their shoulders, and was ready and positioned for pulling, if the girls chose to do that.

“Most young girls, the MC explained, “find hair pulling quite painful and therefore a favorable fight strategy. It also gives them some control over their opponent’s head, making it easier to land telling punches. Girls like control and to hurt their foes in a way they will long remember. It’s quite fascinating.

“As you possibly know, D-Ring is working diligently to reduce the minimum age at which girls can participate in the nude fights in the USA, with a target for next year of 12, and for the following year 10. Our law department has engaged a pair of excellent forgers, and can easily make 8-year-old children pass for girls of 10.

“Their immature little cunt isn’t quite as developed as it would be in a couple of years, but erotic stimulation will produce a nice bump of the clitoral hood, and expose their inner lips, which will naturally flare in the heat of battle. With heels and some basic body makeup, their bodies can be made to look a bit older as well.”

As the girls postured, the waitresses were busy taking bets, rolling the large bills like cigarettes and inserting them into their vaginas. It was crude, but the gamblers appreciated it.

“Tonight, as a preliminary bout to get things warmed up, you will get a preview of what will soon, we hope, become a very common match-up. These 11-year-old beauties will take each other on, with the objective of knocking each other senseless. For sports fans, that means a concussion.

It’s premature at their age for them to go for a kill, but I think you’ll find their performance interesting. Have you all placed your bets? Two more minutes,” the MC said, his big cock swinging as he walked across the ring. He patted the naked young contestants on their bare bums, and then slapped their asses hard, to provide some color and brief squeals.

“This is Nikki,” he said, thrusting his middle finger into the rectum of the brunette girl. “Her mother, a single parent, has developed a lust for slot machines, and to forgive her debts, has signed off not only on Nikki working nude in the building, but also on the risk of being injured while working here.”

He moved over to the other girl, inserting the same finger into her rectum. These girls had experience with this treatment in the dining room, and now assumed it was a normal occurrence. “Sarah’s mother is also on her own, and like Nikki’s mom, has a serious gambling addiction. Sarah has three younger sisters, 7, 8 and 10, and all of them will be in the Club’s service when they are ready. The paperwork, already signed, ensures it.”

He pulled his finger from her bum and slapped her pretty round ass once more. “Wagering is closed!” he said as he climbed out through the ropes. “The 11-year-old girls are ready to get it on! Handlers out of the ring, please.”


CHAPTER 7 – Non-Combative Beatings


This set of his wife’s secret sex videos depicted rigorous punishment the mothers were inflicting on their very young daughters, and in the process were entertaining their friends, all of whom paid to witness this punishing kiddie show. Jackson realized someone was making a good deal of money from these parties, if they were organized and handled properly.

Impressed with what he had seen, but wanting to get on with it to see how far the women would allow these kiddie fights to go, Jackson went to another gallery, this one with the label Tough Pre-teens. These were all short videos, all shot in the same bar.

None of these videos featured fights. In each short video the girls were quite a bit older. The first showed a grade seven 12-year-old girl, displaying the beginnings of a voluptuous figure with ample breasts, her bare pubic mound shaved as clean as a baby’s. She had her wrists bound behind her back, and her ankles tied to posts 3 feet apart. The videos in this collection were basic training, about effective ways to badly beat a bound developing young bitch.

In these videos a muscular young man did the heavy work of correcting the young girls’ attitudes. He was in his early 20’s, and was naked except for tight-fitting leather gloves and sporting an impressive cum-dribbling erection, with an equally tight leather collar around the base of his erection and bulging leather-bound testicles.

This tight-fitting leather cock collar was unusual in that it was decorated with what were shown in a close-up to be sharp metal spikes. If nothing else it terrorized the young girls, and the appearance of this penis decoration did the trick. The girls realized the young man was likely going to harm them with it. They did not need much imagination to guess how.

The young man was in total control of the bizarre situation. He systematically punched the featured young girl in each video, who was also nude, striking her in the vagina, belly and giving particular attention to her breasts, and then he moved up to her head, brutally beating the hysterically screaming young cunt, her head being knocked from side to side, until she was unconscious.

This was a display of raw cruelty. When the girl was knocked out, the young man raped her, driving his rigid raging erection into her unprotected vagina. He awoke her with a start when with a final powerful thrust he drove the collar around the base of his stiff dick deep into her love shaft.

The sharp spikes on his cock collar drew piercing screams from the young bound beauty as their sharp points ripped through her vestibule and into the opening of her tender cock holster, deeply scratching the membrane. These were barbaric torture-fucks!

This video was obviously made after hours, as the bar was filled to capacity with women who had come to see these merciless girl-beatings and heinous rapes. None of the girls featured in the short videos appeared willing to participate, even at the beginning before the merciless punching began.

Jackson assumed the girls’ mothers had brought them, using this show as punishment for misdemeanors, or perhaps for breaking strict house rules. This vicious chastisement would be far more effective than grounding them. As they entered puberty, this experience would inform their behavior from now on. They would either run away from home or would become very obedient.

Jackson was quite pleased to see how these self-centered young mothers were not in the least disturbed by the vicious damage being delivered to their beautiful daughters. He was particularly delighted that the mothers received sufficient sexual stimulation that they would masturbate in public along with the others while watching it being done.

These delicious screaming 12-year-olds were, by a full 4 years, the oldest Jackson saw participating in any of the violent videos. All of them would require medical attention, and Jackson was certain there was a doctor taking part in the production, to ensure they did not visit a normal hospital or medical clinic. These people took their sport further than Jackson would have believed they would.

Another set of videos was in a folder entitled Punished Tots. In these video recordings appeared a petite mature woman. She had a slender waist and large bosom, and was wearing a 19th Century black tightly laced girdle that enticingly lifted her breasts without covering them.

She wore no panties to conceal her cleanly shaved pubic mound, with engorged dangling lips. A garter belt, black hose and button-up spike heels completed her period costume. She had appeared as a Madame. She gave the small naked girls, all of them the age of 4 or 5, a bare butt-reddening bottom spanking.

The view of their bare buttocks and shapely young legs kicking was beautiful. Whenever the pretty little girls screamed too loudly she pulled them up by the hair to slap their high-pitched shrieking faces. She then punched them on the face, on the jaw and in the gut. Although they all quickly got the message, they were unable to stop their uncontrolled screams.

For good measure she gave all of them a series of sharp slaps to their puffy bare pubic mounds, causing the shrilly screaming toddlers’ pudgy little cuntlets to swell open, revealing their mini clit hoods and below those their bright pink vestibules. These were seriously exquisite little cuntlets she smacked. Their tormentor was not yet finished.

Most enjoyable for Jackson was watching the mature woman using her fingers poked into the little rectums and vaginas of the preschoolers, drawing blood from the puffy cuntlets as she deflowered the infant ladies, piercing their hymens. Their first boyfriends in just a few years would be disappointed, with good reason to believe they were not the first to plant seed in their young partners’ eminently fuckable cunts.

What he was watching was straight out unbridled child abuse, completely despicable, and so appallingly cruel and vile that Jackson pulled out his penis, to ensure he would not cream in his pants. As he enjoyed the brutal punishment the tiny girls were given he withdrew his handkerchief from his jacket pocket, and firmly pumping his fist on his penis, ejaculated jets of his warm creamy semen into it, not wanting to mess the polished hardwood floor of his den.

Martha was due home shortly, and then was planning on going out for dinner with some of her lady friends. Jackson thought about her behavior over the past week, and the more he thought about it, the more convinced he became that their home would be the site of the next Kidfight Club event. It was only his suspicion, and he had to be certain.

He replaced the soiled handkerchief with a new one, and then left the mansion. He drove to a high-end surveillance store and put together a package that was sufficient to protect the entire home, but he intended to use all of the newly purchased high-end equipment in one room.

He had obtained half a dozen high definition cameras and as many automatic recording devices. The cameras were motion activated, and would record for 30 hours each, as long as there was movement within range of their sensors. These would tell him for certain and in vivid detail what was going on.

Martha returned home during his shopping trip, and he arrived home just as she was about to leave for her dinner engagement with girlfriends. That would leave him alone at home to place the high definition cameras and sensitive microphones. At this moment he loved independent women.

He wondered if when their daughter was small she had engaged in activities with the kiddie fight club, and if she had involved their daughter. He would be surprised if she had not. He had been too busy with his work and away on business trips to give them the attention he wanted to, which he now regretted. He would have loved to see his little daughter getting her bell rung.

Had he been home, he would have known for sure if his daughter had ever been subjected to nude kiddie fights. As his imagination ran wild, it was hard for him to reason that she had not. He could picture his little girl, who he had seen naked often at bath time, being placed naked in a ring and forced to strike another naked child, just for the entertainment of adult women, most of whom she would not know.

He surprised himself when his penis jolted in his pants, at the imagined scene featuring his own naked daughter, collar-chained to another naked girl and engaged in fisticuffs and much worse. What an insidious sport this was, inspiring lustful passion while arousing his most base carnal instincts. If he could harness it, the sport had all the ingredients for a long, profitable life.

Jackson decided the central living room would be the space she would use, because although a bit bigger, the family room had more furniture that would have to be moved. He examined the space carefully, determined where was most likely for the ring to be placed, and then began the most important task of deciding where each of the tiny high-tech cameras he had bought would be placed so that they would capture the action without being conspicuous.

As soon as Martha departed he went to work, preparing a setup that would be thorough in recording whatever went on in his absence. These state-of-the-art devices were designed for concealment, and he found effectively hiding them easier than he had thought.

It took him less than 2 hours to get the entire room bugged, with both cameras and microphones strategically placed. When he stood in the middle of the room, he could see nothing. The cameras and mikes were invisible, unless you knew exactly what to look for, and where.

Jackson was certain Martha was preparing to host a dirty kiddie fight event in their home, featuring naked little girls, and he wanted to see exactly what was going to transpire, and how far she was prepared to go. As the hostess he was certain she would make that call.

He now had a new view of his wife, participating in an all-women’s kiddie fight club, and getting her rocks off watching naked little girls, from pre-school to grade 3, encouraged by their mothers and probably often their grandmothers as well, beating the living crap out of each other.

The stage was set. His cock was raging with anticipation at what was likely to happen right in his own home during his absence. He hoped to God Martha went ahead with the fight party. Everything was set. He had double-checked his cameras, the camera angles and the recording devices.

Now, unknown to her, everything was up to Martha. He had done his part well, as he did everything he took on. If all went as he expected it would, he would soon have some sexually stimulating videos that contained proof of what he was certain was his wife’s secret activity. He was confident she would not disappoint him.

*

Martha was home when he returned from his trip a few days later, and he promptly gave the staff the evening off. When they had left Jackson excused himself, telling Martha he had some urgent business to complete. He poured himself a sherry and then went into his den, where he had placed the recording devices, which had taken feeds from the array of strategically placed cameras.

They were still plugged into his computer, and it took only seconds for him to bring up the image from each, and using split screen, all were available at once, and nearly in sync, because motion had been detected at the same time. He could enlarge any screen he wished, to take in all of the pertinent detail from any angle. He had planned well.

The electrified ring was, as he expected, set up in the living room, with the couches and coffee tables moved back to the walls. Thank God their mansion was expansive. He was surprised that there were what he guessed to be 100 women crowded around the small ring. He had strategically placed the cameras in positions high enough that the women did not distract his view of the ring.

Jackson was also surprised to see more than 60 little girls standing against the back wall. They were all naked, and ranged in age from 4 to 8. None was diapered, but some of them had their wrists bound behind their backs. What was this about? They were all behind the audience, and could not see the action in the ring.

Two small children, a pair of five-year-olds, were placed in the ring, both nude, with no diapers. They wore only little woolen mittens, tied tightly in place with ribbons. One child had curly red hair, and Jackson assumed this was the youngster Helen had referred to in her text message he had intercepted. The other was a cute little black girl, her hair braided into tight dreadnaughts.

Before anyone started the fight, the redhead drove a fist into t he face of the black child, and followed with a rapid set of punches that decked the startled recipient of her attack. When the black fell the other girl straddled and landed blow after blow on the screaming innocent, who pissed an amber arch before the very pleased mothers pulled them apart. It had been no contest.

For the second round, a cute Mexican Chiquita and what someone near a mike identified as a pretty little Canadian, were lifted over the hot wire into the ring. Jackson thought these children could also be no older than 5. They wore only the miniscule diapers he’d seen in the earlier videos from his wife’s computer.

He thought the use of diapers were a detriment to full optical access to the cute little otherwise naked bodies of the little girls, and a disappointing fixture in the sport. The loose attachment with the safety pins did little to satisfy his lust for viewing enticing little cuntlets. His view of the previous two cuntlets had been unobstructed, which he appreciated.

It seemed the hostesses, including his wife Martha, did not savor cleaning up freshly sprayed piss from little cuntlets and lumps of kiddie-poop forcefully ejected from the little girls’ tiny rectums in the heat of battle. He noticed she did have the obligatory bottle of Febreze close at hand to control unpleasant aroma if the girls’ produced any scat.

This fight turned out to be just a preliminary bout, and neither girl showed any sign of experience, based on what he’d seen in earlier videos. It went quite slowly at first as they found their way, but the Mexican, who dodged and weaved away from almost everything the little Canadian cuntlet threw at her, finally got in some great head punches.

When the little white kid hit the deck hard, her pretty diapered ass in the air and her bleeding face buried in the carpet, she was unable to resume. She showed a dark stain on the thin diaper, indicating she had evacuated. Jackson preferred to see little girls’ cuntlets and rectums, and because of the damned diapers, these two spunky kids displayed none.

That would be something easily fixed in future bouts. Bare cuntlets drew paying crowds. The second bout featured a pair of mismatched 6-year-olds, and their little diapers hid their little delicious little peaches as well. One was a Swede and the other Irish. They were very cute kids, and their mothers took their roles very seriously as they swarmed them.

Apparently this event at his home was a big deal, because these little scrappers and their mums were apparently flown in from Europe. He wondered how much his wife had collected from the ladies in attendance, and how much she charged as an entry fee paid by the kiddies’ parents.

The Irish girl didn’t land a significant punch, and after a flurry of punches by the Swede broke her nose, she was down and out, her diaper showing a large light yellow stain in front, but still securely in place. The Swedish little girl hadn’t even taken a tinkle. Jackson was certain he could make events like this far more interesting than this was proving to be.

He went to three other cameras to inspect the audience, and found his wife, sitting in the front row, her skirt shamelessly up to reveal she wore no underwear, her cleanly shaved pubic mound with her flared cunt on full display, masturbating as she watched the first fight.

What a whore he had married. How had he never seen any signs of this side of her character? Perhaps he had never given her an opportunity to reveal herself and her true nature. That was oversight, and could be easily corrected. It occurred to him he had never revealed all sides of his personal and sexual tastes either. That could also be corrected.

The third fight proved to be the last of the event staged at his home, and it was quite different from the first two. It featured an aggressive 7-year-old milk-chocolate African American girl pitted against a slender 6-year-old Asian girl who moved with feline grace.

These pretty little girls were more to Jackson’s liking, as they were both buck naked, with their bulging split pubic mounds on full display. Both of the delightful cuntlets had been manually teased open by their mothers, for the enjoyment of the crowd.

The opening of their genitalia was also for the enjoyment of the video audience. These two children were much too young to experience sexual stimulation from the rubbing of their premature vaginas, but none of this was for their enjoyment. Jackson was certain he was a cunt man; in fact a kiddie-cunt man at the moment.

These precocious little cunts were here to do severe battle, and the screaming women making up the audience were ready. Both of the little bitches wore a spiked collar with d-rings attached, but there was no chain joining them, and Jackson assumed they were free to move independently.

However, at that moment a woman entered the ring, drew the little girls together and fastened a chain to join their collars. There would be no escape for either. They would be forced to fight in this position, and their only defense would be an aggressive offence.

The naked little girls wore tape on their hands. It was clear they were intended to do damage to each other, and bare knuckles would ensure bleeding cuts and deep bruises, which is what made the fight interesting. Jackson had often had wet dreams about naked little girls doing harm to each other, and was very happy he had, thanks to his dear outwardly prudish wife, found this resource.

Jackson was an entrepreneur, one who had the ability to set up and run a sound and thriving business starting with no more than a sketchy idea. His mind was racing, thinking on how he could build on this already well-developed, but not as yet commercialized, idea. He guessed it had the potential to even further expand on his substantial wealth, making him millions, if he handled it right.

He watched as the fight began with circling, the girls trying to get the measure of the opponent. The slender Asian kid drew first blood after an exchange of kicks and punches, cutting the black’s eyebrow. That brought a rapid flurry of punches to the little Asian’s face, and with them a spray of blood from her nose and a split lip.

The pretty slant-eyed kid suddenly retaliated and kicked the black child hard on her cunt, forcing her to fall back against the electrified wires. She was zapped as hard as she was kicked, but got back up to her feet quickly, and with a startlingly powerful punch to the face.

The particularly violent blow flattened her opponent’s already flat nose, breaking it, and knocked the feisty Asian off her feet. Her slant eyes began to swell so severely that they were nearly shut. She squinted through the narrow slits remaining, and swung wildly, leaving an opening.

The black seized the opportunity, and showed her strength when she picked up the smaller Asian kid and threw her back into the wires. She knew enough not to hold on to the chink, but backed off, and the cameras caught the quivering little cunt pissing onto her own legs.

In a last-ditch effort the wiry Asian pulled herself off the punishing electric wires and threw a desperate elbow to the side of the head that dropped the black, but she was again up in seconds, hammering the head and face of the Asian with another round of rapid powerful blows.

The battered chink hit the wires again, releasing a stiff turd as she quivered from the shock, but this time when she got off the wire she could not get to her feet, and fell on her back onto the floor. The black seized her advantage, quickly grabbed the Asian’s hair and lifted her head high enough to pound again on her broken and bleeding nose.

The women were in hysterics, shouting, screaming and all of them masturbating wildly. They were obviously very pleased with the raw brutality of the violent kiddie fight. These very young little girls, barely more than toddlers, were as hard-hitting and damaging in their vicious attacks as the excited women could wish for.

The black was dragging the Asian, who was face down, by their collar chain, and smearing the floor with blood when Jackson hit the stop button. The last thing he saw on the screen was Martha, her skirt raised and her shapely legs spread, forcefully and shamelessly masturbating. What an incredible, beautiful cunt he had married!

He was breathing hard with carnal lust. That video had been made right here in his own home during his two day absence, possibly within the last 24 hours. His mind was racing. How could he turn this sport into a moneymaking operation? How could he harness Martha’s passion to make it productive? The questions kept on coming. As did answers.


. . . to be continued