CHAPTER 10 – Serious Amateur Fight


The MC jumped up and climbed through the ropes, his penis as rigid as ever. The designer cock enhancer he had ingested was doing its job. He raised his microphone to introduce the next bout. Jackson noticed his throbbing erection had a gleam on the end, as he was dribbling pre-ejaculation fluid.

The man was highly aroused, either from the completed copulation act or, more likely, anticipation of the next nude violent bout he was introducing. During the break he had likely also augmented the Viagra in his system, to ensure he maintained a full erection while working in public.

“Our second battle tonight features a pair of lovely telephone operators from the Chicago Telephone Company. One of them, a redhead named Lilly, applied to compete in our ring, wanting to exact revenge on another operator who did her wrong, in a lawful setting, where she can beat the shit out of the gorgeous young lady whom she vehemently hates, without fear of having to deal with any legal issues.

“Ladies and Gentlemen, the D-Ring Casino is the ideal place to safely perpetrate vengeance on a hated rival!”

The people cheered, knowing what he predicted is exactly what they were about to witness. “Lilly Cuntina (not her real surname) nominated her rival, Maggie Vaginitus (definitely not her real surname), a natural blonde, and we obliged her when we arranged for her unknowing nominee to visit us at our recruiting center.

“Maggie had no interest in engaging in a nude fight with Lilly in our casino, and was not willing to come in for preparation without some compelling persuasion. An injection of a strong sedative jabbed in her hip by our skilled recruiting team took care of her resistance. I think when she comes on you’ll agree with me that she has a lovely ass.

“Lilly told us Maggie had issued illicit grievances about her, faking customer complaint forms filled out when Maggie was not on shift. They went onto Lilly’s record, and further false complaints cost Lilly promotions. She vowed revenge, and at last found the perfect way to get back at her enemy legally and with impunity.

“Maggie could never sue her for what happened to her in the D-Ring Casino. We have made her a permanent resident and fighter, so she will have no access to lawyers, let alone the court system. For Lilly, D-Ring is the perfect solution to her Maggie problem.”

Handlers brought the two young women to the ring, and had to hold them firmly to prevent an early start to the fight. They were both extremely agitated, likely high on speed. The pretty redhead Lilly was athletic, with moderate C-cup breasts. She was well muscled, with flat abs, and it was clear she worked out regularly.

The blonde Maggie had firm DD cub breasts, and a voluptuous figure to support them, including an impressive ass, as the MC had said. Maggie moved well, but much of her response was an involuntary erotic reaction to the sight of the MC’s eager cock. The drug cocktail in her system removed most restraint, and she was free to feel and express whatever feelings came to her stimulated mind.

She had a seductive little belly bulge just below her navel, and she twisted her waist slightly to match the feminine bounce of her buttocks. She was in every respect an outstanding cock-tease. Lilly was by comparison a bit more stiff, but looked to Jackson as the better bet.

A strikingly beautiful woman, nude except for her heels, spiked collar with matching cuffs and anklets, and wearing a puma tail anchored by a stout butt-plug, entered the ring with a tray of supplies. She taped their fists, and then dipped them one at a time into a pot of thick glue.

“Holy shit,” Billy said, suddenly recognizing something that gave him a start, “Maggie’s hair’s in a fucking ponytail!” Looking at a surprised Jackson, he explained, “Not everybody knows it, but that’s the D-Ring code for a fixed fight. Maggie’s supposed to lose.

Every now an then D-Ring will arrange for one fighter to win, so that they can give her some relatively safe novice fight experience and ring confidence, and later put her into more serious fights. It appears they like Lilly. Watch to see if we can figure out how they rig it.”

“The MC continued, “Lilly signed Maggie’s nomination papers, and with support from our law department made her Maggie’s official guardian. Those papers waved all rights for both of them. Lilly was eager to sign them all, without reading more than the first few words, and told us she wants to mark Maggie so that she’ll remember for the rest of her life who it was that beat her!

“We have given her some interesting options, and knowing whatever she chose to use, her opponent would get the same, she chose to use glass.” Glass? That confused Jackson, but he was certain that would be explained as things unfolded. He could only think of the cutting capability of sharp glass, but had no idea how it might be applied.

As her handler held Lilly, the nude woman lifted a band of canvas. “That’s crushed glass,” Billy said. “It’ll be glued to the tape on her fists.” Jackson watched Lilly’s sticky fists get pressed, one at a time, into the strip of canvas, and they came up gleaming with small sharp chunks of broken glass stuck in the glue.

“My God,” Jackson exclaimed, “This is serious shit. These girls are going to be a bloody mess before this is over!” His penis was as firm as he had ever felt it, pressing to burst out of his suit pants. He hoped he didn’t let it produce smegma, which would make a dark row of embarrassing pecker tracks on the front of his pants.

He glanced around the large casino, looking at the giant video screens placed strategically so that everyone present would have a great view of the proceedings. What was promised by what Jackson had already seen was enough to raise a man or woman’s blood pressure, and he was certain his was going through the roof.

He had never dreamed such things were possible, and now knew that he would become a successful producer of this kind of live violent pornography. He was particularly impressed that behind the Lucite panel at the back of the D-Ring were a pair of professional television cameras.

He was sure there were others hidden on columns and from the ceiling to pick up other angles. He expected D-Ring Inc. operated dark-net pay sites to distribute their product around the world, and increase profits from their outrageously violent international operations. That was smart business.

The nude woman with the tail went to her box of supplies, and brought out a pair of what looked like lone ranger masks. They were thick enough over the eyes to protect the girls’ eyeballs from being split by glass shards on the fist of her opponent. None of the rest of their beautiful nakedness had any form of protection. All of their bodies, except for their eyes, were completely vulnerable.

“I think I know how this is rigged,” Billy said. “Watch the nude woman with the butt tail closely, and keep a sharp eye on what she does with that broad canvas strip.”

She had her back to the fighters, and put the band of canvas down carefully. So far only Lilly’s taped hands bore glass. Jackson saw Billy was right. She tilted the strip, spilled the tiny glass shards onto the floor of the ring, and picked up a can to sprinkle fresh glass bits onto the strip.

She stood up and offered it to Maggie, who reluctantly dipped her fists into the canvas sling, pressing down hard so that glass particles would adhere to the coating of soft glue. She was too wound up to notice there were no pieces of glass on the canvas that could do any kind of severe damage to the fine smooth skin Lilly displayed.

“There you go,” Billy said, “look at the difference. She’s got little more than glass powder on the tape on her fists. It will be like hitting Lilly with sandpaper. See the difference in the light reflected from each girl’s fists? Lilly’s got real shards that can do serious damage. This cunt fight is definitely going to be a fucking massacre!”

The nude woman with the tail sprayed a fixative onto the taped fists of both girls to harden the glue, locking onto it the pieces of broken glass. “Lilly is going to get her way tonight,” Billy observed. “She thinks this is a one off, and after the fight she can go home. What she doesn’t know is that she’s signed away everything, and is now the property of D-Ring as a permanent cunt fighter.”

Jackson smiled, impressed. “I certainly hope so.” They both placed big bets on Lilly, expecting few in the audience noticed or if they did, understood the switch. Most of them would have their eyes on the girls’ displayed naked cunts, looking forward to the violence that would ensue with the glass-coated tape on their fists. When people are preoccupied with sex and the expectation of violence, they miss a secret switcheroo.”

The MC and the naked woman with her tail quickly got out of the ring, and the handlers were right behind them. The two amateur nude girls charged at each other, thinking nothing of defense. It was all about cutting the other with the small shards of broken glass on their fists. Maggie struck the first blow, scratching her right fist across Lily’s forehead, scraping the skin and drawing blood.

Lilly countered with a cross to Maggie’s left breast, digging deep blood-gushing groves across the smooth skin and fat below it. The audience was startled at the difference in damage the two girls did to each other. It wasn’t that Lilly was the better fighter, but that she did so much more damage with what appeared to be an equal punch.

It was immediately evident the playing field was severely tilted in Lilly’s favor. Blow after blow did damage to Maggie’s naked meat, and there was nothing Maggie could do about it. Jackson was thrilled by how he reacted to the unbounded violence going on in the ring, and found it necessary to open his fly to allow his penis to ejaculate great globs of cum into his kerchief without messing his pants.

Lilly focused on Maggie’s big breasts at first, ripping them to shreds with a merciless volley. She then went at the screaming girl’s face, slicing her nose, cheeks and lips, and wishing the mask was gone so she could demolish the horrified bitch’s fucking eyeballs.

The passionate ferocity of the violent, ruthless and merciless onslaught was much more than Maggie could endure, and to the delight of the audience she bent forward, her round buttocks spread, the pink aperture of her starfish anus opened, and she slowly ejected a firm moist fecal log.

The damage was far from equal. Lilly bore only scrapes and bruises. Her taped glass-lined fists were covered with blood, but it was not her own. Maggie was continually moving back as the merciless fists pounded her meat, and one of her high-heeled shit-covered shoes stepped on the puddle of semen left by the dancers.

What happened shifted the direction of the fight even further. Her foot slipped out from under her, and she went down hard, landing flat on her back. One arm went back to break her fall, and the forearm broke from the impact. Her buttocks landed on the broken glass that had been purposefully spilled onto the ring’s canvas floor.

The pain from the break of her arm and of the slashes she had taken from Lilly’s fists covered the fresh pain of sharp glass edges cutting into her shapely ass. The defeated bitch was stunned, and now totally vulnerable to whatever harm Lilly wished to inflict on her.

Lilly immediately dropped onto her, putting her rectum over Maggie’s nose. She grabbed one of Maggie’s shapely legs and pulled it aside, fully exposing her cunt, making it her next target. She drove her bloodied fist repeatedly into the displayed organ, rigorously lacerating the defenseless female fuck-meat with the glass shards glued to the tape on her pounding fist.

When the cunt was fully tenderized, the MC leaped up into the ring, along with the handlers. “Was that a battle or what?” he said. “Here at D-Ring we offer our audiences the best in brutal entertainment.” The handlers had to work hard to pull Lilly off Maggie, and dragged her to the far side of the ring.

“Do you think we can salvage anything of this lovely young lady?” he asked. Maggie was unable to get up. Her body was badly battered, with deep slashes across what had been flawless skin. Her face, breasts and cunt were ruined. She was in every respect in terrible shape.

“Noooo!” shouted the audience.

“Has Lilly put her out of her misery?”

“Nooooo!” came the unanimous response.

“I agree,” said the MC. He drew his 45, cocked it and thrust the long barrel deep into the into Maggie’s ruined cunt. “I think she’s ready to accept a couple of our specially prepared lead slugs, don’t you? Would you like to see us abruptly give her a lead fuck, and to administer a major dose of lead poisoning to her inner gonads?”

“Yeeeesss!” cried the spectators.

He ripped off Maggie’s mask, to allow everyone to see the expression of horror on her face. “We are here to help Lilly have her revenge for the nasty things you did to block her advancing in her career. Unfortunately you will not count as a ring kill for her, because she did not kill you.

“It will be a special entertainment Dispatch, for the amusement and satisfaction of the audience. I want you to know I am your dispatcher, and you will entertain the audience with your death. Your vanquisher, Lilly, would have made an ideal supervisor, especially with her aggressive attitude, don’t you think, dear?”

Maggie’s jaw was badly ripped and likely broken. She was leaking blood from everywhere, and unable to speak, although she desperately tried. Her eyes bulged as she felt the MC tighten his grip on the large handgun. The barrel felt cold in the heat of her vagina.

The realization suddenly hit her that the merciless MC was really going to murder her! Right here in front of all those people! And they were all encouraging him, cheering him on! She was suddenly very angry at her mother for selling her out and putting her in this position.

Jackson amazed himself when, as the gun discharged, so did he! He produced his second ejaculation in just moments. The look on Billy’s face said that he too had sent his seed flying. The room was silent with anticipation, then suddenly the loud roar of the big gun going off in the naked young woman’s womb filled the casino.

The blast, even expected, was much more startling than was the act of shooting her in the cunt as she lay spread-eagle on the bloodstained canvas. D-Ring played for keeps, and although this was not billed as a death fight, the death that was now being delivered thrilled the audience.

Maggie’s mid-section swelled as the bullet ripped through her cervix into her uterus, expanding greatly as it moved through the tender flesh, swelling to the size of a saucer. This was what the professionals called a dum-dum, a lead projectile with a notch in the nose, designed to do maximum damage as it coursed through human meat, and very difficult to extract from the living wounded.

As Maggie’s waist settled, the second explosion of the gun followed, and this time her waist expanded as if she were pregnant, except the abrupt swelling was on her sides as well as her belly. Her interior of viscera and organs was being rapidly reduced to incoherent stew.

The power of the sudden blast sent a jet of liquefied entrails out through Maggie’s spread rectum, which splashed as a bloody mess onto the MC’s fist and arm. This was intolerable, and Maggie had made the MC very angry. The blast had killed her instantly, which meant he no longer had the chance to wreck revenge on her.

He withdrew his pistol from her vagina and exited the ring, disgusted at what the girl he had just killed had inadvertently done to him. The handlers picked up the young lady’s ruined carcass, lifted it high to display it to anyone in the audience interested, and then removed it and themselves from the infamous D-Ring.

“That was fucking spectacular,” Jackson said, and Billy agreed. Their waitress brought them their winnings and fresh drinks as they wiped their own cum from the tips of their dongs and tucked in their sagging penises. “I’m anxious to see how the casino’s producers are going to top that!”


CHAPTER 11 – Meeting of Minds


Martha had no idea what Jackson had in mind when he called her into his den. She sat when he waved her into a chair, and sat quietly, her hands folded in her lap, as he decided how he would begin. Her husband had easily caught her attention when they were in college; he was a brilliant man with great prospects for the future, and had excellent connections. She was subservient to him by choice.

Jackson came from a wealthy family, and had on his own built a fortune in international trade. He was now worth nearly half a billion, and because they had married right after graduation, Martha had never begun a career, but instead had chosen to build a credible reputation through philanthropy.

That worked very well for her, gaining her an enviable list of contacts. Soon after their marriage she had inherited more than 50 million in sound investments, and in the 40 years since they married, astute investing had steadily grown her portfolio to the point that it was now worth well over 300 million.

Something she did not know about Jackson was that his shipping company had developed special containers that could be used to ship human cargo. He operated a thriving business in transporting women and girls. He assumed it was mostly for use in the sex trade, but he knew much better than to ask.

The young women and children he transported were all undocumented, and had simply disappeared from their home countries. He personally supervised loading and unloading, and was impressed at the uniform beauty of the creatures assigned to his care for transportation.

He transported females around the world, from and to many countries, and many of his cargo were disappeared American women and girls. Their family and friends would never again see them. Their documentation bulged the folders in the cold case filing cabinets. They were gone without a trace.

Many others were brought to America and warehoused, to be put to work in situations in which there was, for several reasons, very high turnover, with a high risk of an early death. The warehouses were developed to ensure a dependable supply of beauties as soon as they were required.

What they were required for was something Jackson knew better than to ask about. His company was just a cog in an enormous machine, but his imagination filled in many of the blanks, more accurately than he could know.

Their home in Las Vegas was modest, compared to their net worth, but was perfect for the two of them, and served as an excellent venue for the social evenings they held frequently. The home had 4 guest rooms and an indoor pool, which meant it could be used even in the heat of summer.

Both of them kept themselves in good shape. Neither could wear clothes from their early marriage, but although they had both picked up several pounds over the years, they maintained good body tone, and they both had a personal tailor on retainer. Both had a circle of close friends and independent social lives. It was unusual for Jackson to call Martha to a private meeting.

“I don’t want to shock you, dear,” he began, “but I’ve stumbled across some quite unusual activity that I think might present the opportunity for an interesting new business. Although you’ve never outwardly displayed interest in this kind of undertakings, I thought it might contain some stimulating as well as financially rewarding potential for us both.

“On my visit to Washington I had drinks one evening with a prominent lobbyist,” he lied, “who mentioned he discovered his wife was involved in a curious pastime. Were you aware some women arrange social events, in which quite young children, little girls between 5 and 8-years old, are encouraged to fight each other, nearly naked?”

Martha replied in her usual calm. She was often unflappable. “Yes, I’ve heard of it. Apparently some women have organized it as an amusing sport. I understand there is a loose network of women, many of them mothers, across the country that organize private meetings at homes, where little girls are encouraged to take part.

“Although the organization is relatively loose, the standards and procedures for operation and hosting parties is strictly laid out, and enforced. The parties all unfold in a similar manner, and although the events unfold as they will, the equipment used is standardized.

“Kiddie fighting has developed into an intriguing sport, a titillating activity for ladies only, with only very young little girls participating, no little boys. It is practiced right across the country, and in a few others as well, but the organization is sporadic, and varies from city to city. The basic equipment, an electrified ring, is standard everywhere. They’re all produced by the same company, who are not sure what they’re for.”

“Do you know any women currently active?”

“In fact I do. Those who have them will sometimes enter their daughters. They don’t seem to be concerned that they might get hurt. I understand these informal clubs are quite popular. The put on a kiddie fight party at least once a month here, and in larger centers they’re often held weekly. Women have to apply months in advance to get one”

“And the children are permitted, encouraged by the women attending, including their mothers, to hurt each other?”

“Oh my goodness, I understand the women, particularly the mothers, do in fact encourage it. Bruises, cuts, scratches and bloody noses are expected. They have created their own erotic sport.”

“You’re certain the ladies find nude little girls beating on each other to be erotic?”

“I’ve been told everybody masturbates during the fights. What does that tell you?”

“That the diapers are a mistake.”

For the first time Martha showed surprise, at the mention of diapers, realizing her husband had seen some of the videos in her collection. She had never mentioned anything about diapering the little girls. However, she did have her opinions on the practice, and was in agreement with her husband. Diapers diluted the thrill of child nudity for the fights, and simply hid the goodies.

“I know diapers reduce the mess,” he continued, “but splashes or smears of blood are more difficult to clean. There’s not much that’s more erotic than watching a little girl’s naked cuntlet taking a beating with fists and feet, and if the stressed little darlings accidentally let loose to piss and shit on the mat while they get themselves ruthlessly beaten by their peers, that’s simply a bonus.

“Instead of seeing the little darlings dirtying their diapers, the ladies would probably love to have an unobstructed view of the combative kiddies’ inadvertent pee and stinky offal production. That would be a clear indicator of the extreme nature of their distress, beyond enjoying her delightful screams. A quick spray of Febreze should protect the sensitive noses in the audience.

“Anyone wanting the honor to host a fight party should be prepared to do the cleanup of whatever mess the kiddies produce in the heat of battle. As long as the mothers want to see damage, I would guess the girl’s bare pussy is the best possible target. Putting a diaper on them just to retain ‘accidents’ reduces possible hurt to their vulnerable groins, and is definitely a mistake.”

“I agree,” she said, “Having these little kids nude is entirely the point,” He could see as she spoke that her breathing rate was gradually increasing. “We shouldn’t be catering to the party hostesses who aren’t into a complete cleanup afterwards, because you’re right, the diapers do block a full view of the little girls’ enticingly hot sexuality.

“Why would we have their titless tops bare if their cute little bums and sexy cunnies are not naked as well? The reason for them not wearing clothes is that their delightfully sexy little bodies are a turn-on, and blocking the view of their little cunts and bottoms also hides the act of urination and production of their cute little stools.

“Those women who have them, bring their little daughters to fight nude, and the thrill is not in a win, but in seeing their little darlings, the love of their hearts, being severely battered and beaten by another woman’s little brat. Their fondest wish is to see their own little girl’s naked body getting pummeled and bloodied until they scream. Isn’t that delightful?

“It’s entirely counter-intuitive, but their lust for violence to their own daughters makes this amazing carnal kiddie sport possible. If the girls always won, the mothers would stay home, and keep their children with them. I think part of the mothers’ turn-on is empathy for their daughter’s pain, but that’s just my opinion.

“Can you believe that most mothers bet on the other woman’s little girl? They scream in ecstasy while their own naked little sweetheart’s nose bleeds, and the kid screams in pain, hoping her mommy will rescue her. In fact Mommy is too busy masturbating and experiencing an amazing orgasm at the brutality of the beating. A rescue would diminish the mother’s enjoyment of the affair.

Sometime the fights get very nasty, and are allowed to go on until one of the kiddies is knocked out cold.” Martha’s hand was buried in her skirt, and it was actively stroking her vagina. She was turning herself on by the vivid description she was providing to her husband.

“Well now,” Jackson responded, “could you imagine how much further the women would allow the little girls in the ring to go if they had no ties to them? Of course the mothers can always let their daughters get bruised and bloodied, but imagine what could happen if they had a dependable source of disposable stock, girls nobody knew.

“I’m speaking of unknown daughters, technically non-persons, with no identified ties, and surrogate, uncaring mothers. A supply of pretty little girls nobody had ever seen before. There would be no rational reason to ever stop a fight.” Now his respiration rate was increasing as well. His penis was erect, rigid and throbbing.

“It would be particularly interesting if on occasion we provided the little girls with some interesting weapons,” he said, his heart pounding. “This kind of ferocious lust-inspiring sexual sport, completely unbridled, properly designed and managed, could become a very lucrative goldmine for us.”

“My goodness, dear,” she said, shifting in her seat, “wouldn’t that be interesting. I believe that having little girls we could call ‘it’ instead of ‘she’ would remove all constraints, and the women who enjoy that kind of activity would, I’m sure, likely be eager to explore an exciting new range of productive and thrilling possibilities.

“The women I know who regularly attend these parties are open to more intensity, more violence and more physical and emotional damage to the little participants, whether or not their mother is at ringside. They are primarily out for blood, the more the better.

“There could, if we wished, be no boundaries. None at all. Can you imagine how exciting it could be if we, uh, they, allowed the naked little girls to go the distance, and actually kill each other? My God,” Martha gasped, “I had no idea I could have such excitingly degenerate thoughts.”

“That could indeed be the where we take this” Jackson said. “Imagine it. People would pay handsomely to witness such bouts, in which little girls are encouraged, even expected, to kill each other. We could go much further, and invent sports and games for nude little girls, in which a variety of deadly accidents are designed into them.”

Martha was leaning back in her chair, in the throes of a massive orgasm, induced by their conversation.

“By the way,” Jackson continued, “my friend said his wife is quite involved in kiddie fight events, and has even hosted one at their Reno home, and he suspects at their home here in Las Vegas as well. This is where they usually live. Have you ever met Helen Regent?”

“I was sure she was active in the sport,” Martha said, “She was here for coffee Thursday. You can always tell from a person’s manner, can’t you,” she asked rhetorically.

Jackson brought the screen alive and started a video on his computer. It was the one shot with his secret surveillance system in their home. One of the early fights was in progress, and he paused it. When she saw it Martha remained cool and didn’t bat an eye.

“That’s her making nice with that blonde woman,” she said, as if this was the kind of video they regularly watched. “She’s a resource to the sport across America. She trains children in the fine art of posture, physical genital display while fighting, and in punching technique for best hurting their opponent. I would guess the sport is better and more satisfying because of her contributions.”

“What we’re seeing here in these kiddie fight parties with women only is just a first step,” Jackson pointed out, “and it proves there is a real appetite for this kind of action. I’d guess you have a hundred fans at your fight party here, and they’re only women.

“If you put this kind of sport into a larger venue, something like a community hall, a private club’s gym, on stage in a theater or even in a sheltered meadow at a farm, you could accommodate hundreds of fans. Men would certainly love to watch this kind of sport too.”

He hit play again. On the screen the younger Asian girl was flat on her back, and the 7-year-old black girl was straddling her, pounding her bare fists into the once pretty bloodied and swollen face. “I’m convinced people, both men and women, will pay well to enjoy watching naked little girls engaged in extreme combat.”

“This falls a bit short of extreme,” Martha said. “It’s actually comparatively tame. I’m intrigued by the concept you mentioned of developing a stock of disposable little girls. No ties, no loss. There would be no reason to ever stop a fight, no matter what was happening.”

“Obtaining kids is not an issue, trust me,” Jackson assured her. “Little girls are being obtained and shipped hidden in bulk goods regularly. It’s a big part of the white slave trade, a business that is burgeoning. Brazilians, Thai, Americans, Europeans, it doesn’t matter, there is a use for all of them, from infants to educated women as old as 35.

“With my business, I have ready access to kids from around the world, of any race, age or culture. A naked little girl is a naked little girl, no matter where she comes from or her background. Once she’s obtained, she can be delivered anywhere. This is an easy part of the business.

“Most of them go straight into pornography mills, exclusive private clubs and the sex trade. The systems are in place, and a live performance or video snuff is their eventual end. We are now talking of a lucrative new use for the disposable little ones. I’ll set up a company. You organize the events. To make it work we’ll have to begin on a large scale, go international from the get-go.”


. . . to be continued