CHAPTER 8 – The Novice Bout


The handlers did as the MC had told them, and as the three of them got down to the casino floor, Nikki and Sarah promptly went at each other. Jackson was delighted to see a pair of innocent young girls pitted against each other, attempting to significantly injure each other.

‘This is what sports gambling should be about,’ he thought, ‘pure adult entertainment, with harmful intent!’ It beat the shit out of horse races. He would make sure the gamblers he planned to attract understood how far his events would go, and the extent of damage the girls would likely do to each other in the ring.

The sole intent of the battling girls whose bout he was enjoying on his computer screen was to do harm, to violate and to severely punish the other. He loved it. His mind was racing, exploring the possibilities to harness this kind of violent cruelty as a moneymaking venture without duplicating the efforts of D-Ring.

That was something he was confident he could do, and do it well. He had the required connections, and the avenues to develop more as the need arose. He would have to thoroughly research the full extent of D-Ring operations, and the style of woman killing woman fights they staged. He would also want to know the extent to which they involved youth, and how far they permitted them to go.

He believed the prospective gamblers out there who even knew of D-Ring were in a minority, and than there were millions, just in America, who didn’t. D-Ring was able to operate their casinos around the world very profitably, and had little competition.

He wouldn’t run at them head on, partly because he could use their transportation business, and also because they were such a powerful force. There were things he thought they might not be doing that he could do, perhaps by setting up a private and highly secret retreat, where he could produce the most illicit and incredibly violent events for his clients, for a very handsome profit.

He would like to do something on a much smaller but perhaps more intense level, and if he did so, he would have to be certain there were no restrictions, which would be the case when he created a special resort independent of any sovereignty, and therefore free of any law. It was not a new idea, but he knew he could do it properly.

Jackson and Billy sat back to watch the naked young girls fighting each other. As expected, they began by grabbing each other’s hair, and jerking their heads around. That allowed them to control their adversary’s head as they swung at it with their free fist, and both were able to bloody their nose, bruise swelling eyes and scrape their own fists.

Sarah surprised the audience when she grasped only a small lock of hair, and managed to pull it free, baring a bit of scalp. She thought this was a good idea, made it her key strategy, and soon had ripped the hair out of a large patch of Nikki’s skull, most of it near the front, where the loss was most visible. She paid a price for her success, as she took repeated blows to the face and tummy.

Sarah also took some solid brutal blows from Nikki’s knee to her young cunt, causing it to swell and redden. Jackson had a new insight into his own tastes, newly viewing himself as a knee man. He and Billy commented on every new strategy, enjoying the bout as it progressed.

The naked 11-year-old girls, not yet sporting tits, were fully immersed in the spirit of the fight, gaining the support of the audience as they displayed their great legs in the erotic heels. They frantically struggled, battering and bruising each other with intense vehemence. At first it appeared one, but then the other gained the advantage, and the howling crowd of 2,000 sports fans ate it up.

The battle then deteriorated when Sarah fell to the canvas. Nikki promptly dropped onto her, and they began twisting, hugging wrestling. That proved to be neither entertaining nor productive for either of them. They were under-skilled and too evenly matched for this kind of struggle to have any kind of success.

The MC sent the female handlers in to pull the girls apart and give them a very brief break. They were both exhausted, and needed the chance to regain some energy. Both breathed heavily as they were pulled apart, and with their legs akimbo, the audience enjoyed a great view of their battered, sweating and gaping cuntlets.

After less than a minute of rest they were set facing each other again, and the handlers slipped out through the ropes. Nikki, who’s scalp was bleeding where she had lost so much hair, was sobbing loudly, and at the first opportunity, before Sarah was ready, swung a roundhouse uppercut at her chin.

Her aim was perfect, and the result devastating. Sarah’s head snapped back, and she hit the deck hard, out cold. In this case boxing proved to be far more productive than wrestling. She landed with her legs wide-spread, knees up and her back arched. At the moment she appeared to be much more provocative while unconscious than awake.

The MC leaped back up into the ring, and drawing his gun, thrust its barrel up into Sarah’s bare exposed cunt. “This is the point in fights that I become the Dispatcher,” he said with joy, “but unfortunately not in a novice fight, where the death of one of the combatants is not a required conclusion.

“These two cute cuntlets will get to fight again, and next time it will be with some fight training by our highly skilled combat specialists, so that they can demonstrate more skill in the pugilistic arts.”

The dazed girl gradually came to her senses, and as the pistol barrel was withdrawn from her womb, the audience applauded as they saw the blood, and realized the MC had used the barrel of his pistol to rob Sarah of her virginity. At the age of 11, Jackson supposed a girl being a virgin was not uncommon.

What he did not know was that virginity was a requirement for girls working as waitresses in the dining room. The chef had a special dish that was delivered in the vagina and rectum of the girls, and they were deflowered at the guests’ table before they were loaded, because their trickle of fresh blood was part of the recipe. He wondered if Nikki was a virgin. In her new role as a fighter, that was probably irrelevant.

The handlers quickly pulled the two girls out of the ring, and took them to the holding rooms. Billy commented, “They’ll be in training starting tomorrow morning, and in a week they’ll be back in the ring, likely pitted against each other again. They’re well matched, and with some training, their fight will be much more interesting.”

“Well, wasn’t that a battle,” the MC said, “outstanding fight for a pair of such young kids, both novices. Nikki learned how to dish it out, and Sarah learned how to take it! Let’s give them a big hand.” The audience complied, but those who had bet on Nikki were anxious to cash in their bets.

Four tall nude dancers climbed into the ring, again wearing only stiletto heels. They were remarkable women, with full firm pointing breasts. Watching them were 4 big negro dark pigment studs who followed them into the ring. They were stark naked, sporting amazing erections, and looked like muscular football players.

They ladies paraded around the ring, making obscene poses and handling their genitalia. The women each grasped the penis of the nearest stud and pumped them, causing their big dicks to stiffen substantially. They continued until dribbles of pre-ejaculation fluid appeared on the tips of their pulsing penises.

“Call me a liar,” the MC said, but I told you none of the fighters would fuck in our ring. I said nothing about the entertainers keeping you amused between fights!” Music with a heavy rock beat blasted from the room’s sound system, and the eight performers began to dance.

The profane dancers got the audience clapping in time to the music, and then the black studs mounted the women from behind, grabbing their hips and thrusting hard so that they drove their outrageously long and stout penises deep into the eager ladies’ clean-shaved cunts.

The volume of the music increased, and the studs humped their stout pricks into the ladies in perfect synchronization. After more than 10 minutes of rhythmic thrusting, the tempo of the music increased, as did the tempo of plunging penises. On cue, the four men ejaculate, promptly pulling out to shoot their goo over the backs of the forward-leaning ladies.

The gorgeous nude women turned to face each other, grasping hands together, and spreading their luscious legs, squirted freshly collected semen from their vaginas. The copious collection of sperm splashed into a single slimy puddle on the floor between them.

They next licked the slimy spunk off back of another girl, and still leaning forward, spit it onto the growing spunk puddle on the floor. The gorgeous voluptuous ladies were putting on a indecent presentation of planned prurient pulchritude. They were still working at taking their act to the level of filthy, but they were on the right course.

As the cunts in the ring continued their provocative dance, the young waitresses on the casino floor took drink orders and bets, keeping their pretty young open cunts on display for the enjoyment of the gamblers. Jackson watched them going to the bar to hand in bets and place drink orders.

As they waited, they put a hand to work masturbating, to keep their genitalia in a state of sexual excitement. These kids were well-trained professionals, and were demonstrating their full understanding of their real role in show business. Witnessing the nightly fights between nude women every night, they had all lost their innocence.

The women in the ring turned to face a male other than the one who had previously mounted her. The studs’ erections had sagged from the completed fuck, and they were dribbling semen as they stood, breathing hard to regenerating their energy.

The women got to their knees in front of them, heaving their buttocks back to the audience to better display their puckered rectums and flared cunts. They took the men’s diminished cocks into their mouths, all of them skilled in restoring penises to full erection.

With the application of the women’s hard working tongues and bobbing heads, the men’s flaccid dicks soon regained their rigid status, saluting the work of the naked ladies’ encouraging mouths. The women removed their heads, leaving a coating of saliva on the stiff engorged black erections.

The nude beauties were about to take these firm shafts into themselves again, this time in their rear entries, and were doing what they could to ensure a smooth, pain-free entry. The imposing dongs of the studs were intimidating, but their assignment was to entertain the men’s pumping shafts without complaint.

The women stood again, showing their incredible legs to full advantage in the sexy stiletto heels, and once more faced each other, leaning in and wrapping their arms around the others’ shoulders as they formed a ring. The studs, their large organs orally revitalized, moved behind the women again.

They used their hands to spread the ladies’ shapely white buttocks, exposing their nude mount’s anus. They inhaled snot from their sinuses, and spit on the puckered little starfish to provide slimy lubrication. The force of their entry thrust would bring pain not only to the women, for whom they had no regard, but also to their own rigid genitals.

A new rock song began, and the men placed their penises into the fold of the young women’s buttocks. On the first beat of the first verse, they simultaneously thrust, and the women let out a brief squeal as their rectums were compromised. The now rowdy audience shouted encouragement, and the black studs swiftly responded, producing a pounding piston action in the invaded colons of the lovely ladies.

Jackson was enjoying the view of the ladies dangling breasts bouncing and slapping hard against each other with the forceful action of the anal fuck, when the first stud bellowed and jerked his erection out of his mount’s shit-chute. Quickly the other three did the same, all four of them ejaculating.

They aimed their jetting penises at the gleaming pool on the floor of spunk from their previous ejaculation, adding to the slippery mess. The relieved women climbed through the ropes, knowing the show was over. The men completed their expulsion of semen, and then followed the women, clearing the ring for the next fight.



CHAPTER 9 - Exploring Martha’s boundaries


Jackson now went to the links he had found on Martha’s computer and forwarded to his own. He was curious to see how far the amateur producers and video-makers would take this highly erotic sport. He was forming ideas in his mind that were being fed by the brutal kiddie action he was seeing.

Properly produced, these events could be so much more satisfying, but that would require taking the audience forward one step at a time. He knew from experience the steps could be large, and once a woman was introduced to a new concept, she could quickly grasp it. The kids would not be the problem in taking this to its ultimate potential. That would depend on him.

There were other folders he had not yet opened, each of them containing several videos, which had interesting descriptive names. One such folder was called Malicious Malaysian Pumas. Jackson immediately thought of naked little girls being confronted by vicious cats in a pit. That was not what he expected to see, but realized it was something he could easily make happen.

He entered the Puma folder, and opened one of a dozen files at random. He had picked well. He took a quick peek at several of the files to see if animals were involved in any of them, and none were. It was just little girls, all of them somehow decorated as animals. He chose one that was quite different, and closed the others.

He watched a pair of naked pudgy 5-year-old girls on their hands and knees, facing each other awaiting instructions, in an eight-foot-square sandbox apparently located in the center of a downstairs recreation room. There was no audience, only four young women, friends who were there to make the violent kiddie-fight video with the infant girls.

Neither of these children appeared to be from SE Asia. Both of them were white, and the four excited women watching them were obviously American, and spoke in a New England accent. Neither child was diapered. The sandbox was a safe place for excrement, with cleanup and disposal easy, but in this case kiddie-poop would not be appearing.

This video of nasty little American kiddies proved to be made at a very private party, held for the purpose of making the video. The tiny girls had been transformed into little animals, and wore a butt plug inserted into their rectums with a long tail attached, which would effectively prevent the production of kiddie-crap. There would be no girlie-poop for the hostess of this wicked video shoot to clean up.

On the fingers of the nude little girls in the sandbox were clamped little claws. They were tiny, but clearly very sharp, and capable of producing scratches that would leak quite a bit of their blood. Jackson was pleased to see this video promised to be highly violent and likely quite bloody, even with children so young.

Two of the four women in their mid-twenties, possibly the girls’ mothers, used cattle prods to get the reluctant little fighters moving. The tiny children were quickly up on their knees, and aggressively used their metal claws on each other, raking tiny bleeding tracks across their perfect skin.

They screamed at the ragged pain they were experiencing, and continued to scratch repeated deeper and deeper bleeding gouges in each other’s flesh, fighting frantically to end the brutal fight with a win. These amazing naked children were now fighting out of desperation, and Jackson found their match more enchanting than any he had seen so far.

The aggressive infants in the sand box were in terrible shape when the mothers finally stepped in to stop the vicious fight. The other two women moved in. They were, from their actions and what they said, apparently a doctor and a nurse. They tended to the screaming little girls’ more serious wounds, stitching them without anesthetic, and applying stinging alcohol and taping the others.

The missing element here was compassion and mercy, which was entirely to Jackson’s liking. In fact that was common to all of the videos depicting this radical sport. That’s what made this sport so enticing. Just by accident of birth, by the mothers who had whelped them, dictated that they would be entered into and required to participate in aggressive hand-to-hand combat that guaranteed bloody damage.

He entered another folder named Stick Fights. It contained 8 files. He opened one of them, and saw a pair of naked 8-year-old girls hanging from cuffs on their widespread ankles, facing each other and armed with split canes. These were capable of cutting fresh meat, such as the bodies of these very pretty nude combatants.

This video was not in a home, but was made in a body shop that repaired high-end cars. There were Mercedes, Porches, Ferraris and a bright yellow Alpha Romeo. Most of the license tags were from Oklahoma. Jackson surmised the producer of this event was not the body shop owner, but a customer who owned one of the exotic automobiles.

A beautiful voluptuous woman, who would be fairly described as classy were she not in a tight dress low cut in front to reveal her substantial cleavage and a very high cut hem that revealed the fold of her buttocks, stepped into frame and thrust a gorgeous leg forward as she leaned in and shouted to the suspended nude teens, “Fucking beat the cunt!” Her costume and her language were a good match.

She must have been the mother of one of the naked young girls, as she had shouted that command to the nude girl hanging nearest her. She was playing a role for the video, and was such a hot bitch in that role that Jackson would like to have a round or two with her when he learned her identity.

The suspended pre-teens promptly began viciously attacking each other, battering their opponent’s torso, exposed cunt and head with a vengeance. The pretty girls’ screams spoke of the ferocious violence they were both giving and experiencing. Tiny sprays of their blood splashed from where their smooth skin was cut by the split canes.

The damage they were doing to each other’s body was severe, and would require extensive medical attention. These girls would not be back in their grade 3 class in less than a month, more likely requiring 6 weeks or more to heal. Jackson’s penis raged in his pants as he watched the keen girls eagerly striking each other with the sadistic split canes.

Clearly this sport went far beyond what had occurred in his home, and it was equally clear there was a considerable appetite for it. The entertainment value of this video was not about winning or losing, but instead about the vehemence of the violent damage the girls’ wrecked upon each other’s beautiful young body.

Which of the highly attractive naked youngster won seemed completely irrelevant, even to their mothers, who cheered every blow, regardless of which fiery young combatant delivered it. What mattered to Jackson, to the youngsters’ mothers and to the audience was the merciless damage they did to each other.

The other folder that caught his attention was in a section by itself, and was simply named Terminus. That was an ominous title if he’d ever heard one. Jackson expectantly wondered if the implication he drew was accurate, that a child would be killed on camera. He quickly pulled down the zipper on his pants, to be prepared.

If this was going to be anything like he expected, he was likely to cream, and doing so in his pants was acceptable only in an emergency. He had earlier disposed of his semen-soiled handkerchief, and had thankfully taken the time to replace it before his shopping trip.

There was only one file in the Terminus folder. That was all that was necessary to make the point about how far this sport could go. He was shocked by what it presented. He knew there was some very rough stuff on the market, and he was pleased to see that this one displayed some creativity in the design of the event.

There was a deep rectangular pit dug in a forest clearing. The pit was not new, judging by the long grass grew over the edges. The vertical sided trench was 4 feet wide, 8 feet long, and at least 12 feet deep. The setting was tropical, judging by the plant life.

Gathered on one side of it, carefully placed so as to not block camera angles, was a group of men and women, wearing casual shirts, shorts and sandals. The shirts were worn outside the shorts, which were specially designed. They had a large fly, and no zipper, allowing ready access to their genitals when the male and female spectators were ready to masturbate.

The clean-cut yawning chasm was deep enough that four bright lights were embedded in the sides of it, to light the lower portion for better visibility. A dozen wooden spikes stood up 4 feet from the bottom of the pit. Most of them were bloodstained, demonstrating the trench was well used. Clearly the people who created this event were deadly serious about their erotic kiddie sports.

A title came up. It simply said Honduras Toddler Hardball. Jackson correctly guessed the title was a figure of speech. Three feet from each end of the pit stood a naked pudgy six-year-old girl. Both of them looked terrified, both were equal in size and build, and neither understood what kind of action was expected of them.

Both of the little girls were strikingly beautiful aboriginal Hispanics, as were the adults standing along one side in the background, anxiously anticipating the imminent action. Jackson wondered if the parents knew the full purpose of the event, or of its outcome.

This would probably be a well-balanced even competition, unlike some of the others. This was reasonable, considering the expected outcome. Only the 2 children were naked, and neither was diapered. Their pudgy little pubic mounds stood out, their cuntlets flared as if they had just experienced a sound gang rape fucking by the male adults.

This was highly likely, as both girls had been recently crying. Jackson checked the bulges in the men’s pants, and saw the tell-tale signs of moisture. They had recently ejaculated, and it would have been inside the little girls. That was probably another video worth checking.

They stood braced, each with the end of a stout hemp rope tied around her waist, stretched across the length of the pit. It served as a line that joined them. This was to be a nefarious tug of war, with the objective to pull the other child into the deep hole for a painful death on the spikes!

The loser would be rapidly impaled like a stuck piglet, drawn onto the spikes by the distance of the fall and by her own weight. It was an ingenious device, but Jackson did not yet grasp the full implications of it, but soon enough would see how devious it was as the action played out.

It was, as the name on the folder implied, a fucking kiddie snuff video! He had heard there were videos as outrageous as this available to little girl connoisseurs, for purchase at a steep price, but had never pursued it. Now he had one of these up on the computer in front of him.

This file was not stored with the major groups, but was in a separate section, and he wondered if Martha had viewed it, and if so, if she had enjoyed it. This had all the markings of the real thing, including clear sound and very good production values, including lighting and camera work.

When the pulling started, he sped up the video, much less keen on watching the little girls struggle as he was in witnessing the inevitable, unavoidable outcome. He had once seen on Youtube, before it was removed, a video of a 6-year-old girl, being pulled by the hand of her jay-walking mother, being hit by a car.

The child had bounced high in the air before crashing on her head onto the solid pavement, crushing her skull and breaking her neck when she landed. Unfortunately she was fully clothed, and even though her skirt was up around her waist when she landed, there was no way to observe what was a certain pooping in her revealed panties.

He had to stop and back up the recording, as he had shot past the startling end to the competition. The wicked ending was by nefarious design. When one little girl lost her footing as her opponent pulled extra hard on the rope, she slid over the edge and into the pit, screaming as she fell.

Now the wicked intent of the designer of this game became apparent. The distance of the fall was sufficient that as she went down the rope came tight and she pulled her startled opponent into the other end of the pit. Both naked children were quickly fully impaled on the sadistic spikes. This was by insidious design a no-win competition.

The cameras got excellent shots of the little ladies falling, and their brown bodies sinking deep onto the sharp poles. Two of the cameras provided slow motion images of the little girls grizzly impaling ride onto the pointed shafts. This was far better than anything Jackson had expected.

The high definition cameras captured great images of the tips of the bloody spikes emerging through the pudgy little torsos. The lighting was sufficient that the images were sharp and not grainy, and the camera angles caught the blood that spurted out around the emerging poles.

The first girl had spun and twisted in despair on the way down and landed on her back, with spikes emerging through her tummy below and to the side of her navel, through her diaphragm and a third by her collarbone. None of these was lethal, and she squirmed as she screamed, pissing as she was held fast by her impalement.

The second girl landed face down on the spikes, and also caught three of the sharp poles. One emerged low on her back just to the right of her spine. Another came through her ribs below her shoulder blades, while the third cleanly pierced the left side of her neck.

With her ass propped up and her legs widespread, a brown log poked its nose out of her slowly spreading rectum, and she produced a long firm stool that eventually dropped to the bottom of the pit. Jackson thought that kiddie shit was much more manageable on video rather than in person.

He realized some people had a substantial tolerance for the sight and odor of child waste, and interest in seeing naked little girls defecate in public while under severe distress. It was just one more quirk in the unlimited variety of human responses the video’s producer was catering to.

No arteries were struck on either of the very young little girls, so they would not bleed out, but would live for some time to entertain the people watching down from above, appreciating their stoic performance as they squirmed, as if somehow in their wildest dreams they could extricate themselves from the desperate situation they were now in.

Neither of the pudgy grade 1 students would live to see the ripe old age of 7. In truth, neither would live to see the sunrise tomorrow. Jackson had just watched a kiddie snuff video. He was impressed that the Hondurans could produce a product of this quality, and realized the opening title on the screen was the only indication of where this remarkable video was made.


. . . to be continued