CHAPTER 16 – Getting Helen On Board


Helen Regent sipped on her single malt scotch as she reclined on one of three couches in a visiting are of the vast living area of the Avery mansion. This was her second visit in a week, the first to the successful KidFight Club party Martha had hosted, that one a special national event, with a couple of European kids brought over by their mothers.

Martha’s party had been huge, by kiddie fight standards, with 100 women present, and as always, there were no men present. It was one of the most balanced and well-organized events she had attended. When Martha called her she said her husband wanted to meet with them together, as he had an innovative business proposition that was certain to interest her. She was anxious to hear what he had in mind.

Helen wanted to make an impression on Jackson Avery, and had dressed accordingly. She was wearing a micro flesh-colored bikini top, with no bottom, and over it a see-through dress, presenting to great advantage her remarkable figure, and the suggestion of her naked vulva.

The wife of Harry Regent, the successful Washington lobbyist, was voluptuous, and kept herself fit with regular daily physical workouts with a personal trainer. At 50 she had the body of a woman half her age. Her legs were bare, and she wore 5 inch spiked string sandals to enhance the impact of her already strikingly beautiful legs.

Helen’s center of lustful pleasure was the center of her life. She was tall, definitely a lesbian butch, and totally cunt-centric. In the hedonistic world of the women’s masturbating KidFight Club, the quintessential lesbian knew how to get women turned on, using the overt aggression of naked little girls to raise their passions.

A friend had introduced her to kiddie fights years ago when her daughter, now 21, had been 4. The friend from her university years and the mother of a 5-year-old, was over having morning coffee when their little girls, playing in the back yard, got into a scrap over a doll. The 5-year-old, six months older than the smaller child, had punched Helen’s daughter in the nose, and caused it to bleed.

The injured child ran screaming into the kitchen, moving to her mother and pressing her face into Helen’s dress. Helen was startled to see her daughter’s bloody nose being rubbed into her dress, and without thinking, screamed at the child and slapped her hard on her face. The startled little one screamed and ran back outside.

“Good blow!” her friend observed. “Kids have the most weird expectations. She thought she was going to be comforted.”

“Ha! Look at my dress!” Helen said, “The thoughtless little brat has ruined my dress!”

“You gave her a pretty good shot,” her friend said. “Did it make you feel any better?”

“In fact it did. Sometimes a good shot is what kids need.”

“If you believe that, I have a proposition that should interest you. There is an amusing kind of party where little girls are involved, fighting each other, so that they do the hurting for you. Have you ever heard of KidFight Clubs? They call their events parties, and they pretty much are.”

“No,” Helen said, her hand still stinging from the slap to her daughter’s face. She hoped the kid hurt more than she did. “The idea sounds intriguing.”

“Let me invite you to one. They only have them occasionally, but they’re a lot of fun. Women only. It’s sort of like afternoon tea, but also quite different. The daughters get undressed and fight. There’s a special ring set up in the living room, electrified like an electric fence.

“It ensures the participants don’t spend too much time leaning on it, as it is capable of delivering substantial jolts, or if it is set for it, prolonged electric shocks. It’s a no-brainer to get women to enter their daughters. It gives the parent and her daughter a chance to let off some real steam.”

“The girls get bare naked?” she asked, incredulous.

“Pretty much. The smaller girls usually wear diapers, because when the going gets rough, they tend to pee and poo. The diapers prevent too much of a mess to clean up afterwards. We could match my daughter and yours for a rematch, this time in the ring, to see who has the best punch!”

“Do the mothers ever fight?” Helen asked, trying to get her head around the entire concept.

“No, but we’re thinking of starting events for the moms to have nude fights. Several of the younger women have asked for us to make it possible. That introduces some new challenges, because we usually get some speed into them, to make it more intense. That always works, just like the speed we sometimes give the kids.

“The problem is, once young women get at it, particularly with their moral restraints reduced by the speed and the cheering of the spectators , they might easily want not to stop, but to take it the whole distance, permanently damaging or even killing their opponent. God that would be so exciting!

I’ve heard there’s a Casino where women fight nude, and what’s so outrageous about that is they sometimes let them go the whole way. I mean a fight to the death, where they really let one of them kill the other! I can’t imagine that could be possible, so it’s likely just rumor.

“Really extreme fighting introduces all kinds of new issues. Some of us are investigating the idea of trying one, and if we get it right, buying up failed training gyms for staging these totally serious fights, but dealing with allowing a female fighter to take another woman permanently out of the scene is a challenge.

“It’s possible, but loaded with problems, like how do we dump the carcass, and what do we have to do to keep it secret? It would take a foolproof plan, and someone to properly manage it. Several of us find the idea thrilling, so we’re actively pursuing it.

“Anyway, these fights we are now doing are just for the little kids. To make it interesting for the mothers and audience they get into the ring bare naked and duke it out, joined by a short chain to their collars, and other than that, there’s no rules. The idea is they give each other bruises, scrapes and scratches, and hopefully an occasional bloody nose.

“The chain makes it so that even the reluctant kids have to fight, with no retreat. It’s really exciting. Once they get on to it, kids seem to love it! Their mothers and invited friends love it from the get-go. When the going gets hot, it really becomes a masturbation party!”

“Sounds amazing,” Helen said, not sure she fully understood.

“Only women are allowed to attend, not males, and only little girls fight. One rule is their mother must be present. Men only have prurient interests and lustful thoughts, but women are more mature, and we appreciate the sexual implications of naked little girls fighting, without making it dirty.

“The last thing we need is the degradation of our special sport by including men! There’s no telling what changes men would demand. The children are not intimidated being naked for the fight when only women are watching. We have it pretty much perfect as it stands.

“Usually we only let little girls 5 to 8 fight, because we need to maintain a minimum standard of body shaping, and the older girls get far too aggressive. If a kid is too young but has a good reason, and is past 4 and half, like your little girl, she’s allowed to get it on in the ring, kicking and punching it out with another naked little girl.

“It’s really quite exciting! Why don’t you and I enter our daughters in a fight at the next party?” She watched for a reaction, and continued, “You haven’t even attended one of these parties, but when you want to get involved in something this exciting, the best way is to dive right in.”

As bizarre as it sounded, Helen was in. She felt a stirring in her gut as she thought of the possibilities. It would be interesting to see her daughter Wanda get herself straightened out by the older girl who had already nailed her. Who knew, Wanda might even get in a haymaker of her own.

She attended the party, and as her friend had described, found it truly amazing. Her daughter lost, of course, but she entered her again, and then again, until finally, the kid got sick of getting battered, caught on and learned to land telling blows that won her some bouts.

Wanda was in a new fight every month, always with girls older and more experienced than she was, which provided the best learning experience, and with her mother’s coaching on a daily basis, she continued to improve. Her first win came just after her 5th birthday, and it was against the daughter of the friend who had introduced her to the erotic kiddie sport.

As she became a hardcore fight mom, Helen gained credibility in the sport, and had done such a good job in training Wanda that other women approached her regularly to have her train their kids for the ring. Most wanted their kid to just have enough skill to get fights with girls who would bet the crap out of them.

She obliged, and was so good at it she soon had a growing clientele around the country. She was soon well known in the major centers across the country, and her services were in demand. That experience and exposure allowed her to become a fight producer.

She bought her own electric fence ring from the only man who made them, who had her sign a form that stated her only use was to contain baby goats. She put them into the homes of women who were her clients and accepted the role of hostess for fights. Helen took the $100 per person gate, and paid the hostesses a $400 stipend for their troubles.

She would only accept homes that had a good space to set up a ring, could accommodate at least 30 guests, which was the audience needed to provided her a minimum gross of $30,000 before the entry fees. If she couldn’t make great money from the beginning, she wasn’t interested.

It was a small but real risk arranging these fight parties, and hosting a few at one of her homes. Her husband was often away in Washington with his lobbying and the running of his law firm, giving her full use of their two houses without his interference.

If she was going to make real money arranging these fights, why not be the producer, to earn the big bucks she deserved for her knowledge, experience and efforts? After costs, she was bringing in $140,000 a month before the internet sales of the fights she produced.

Life was good, and risking the bare cuntlets of other women’s children, women who were happy to allow their pretty little girls to fight nude, were paying her big dividends. The number of women involved grew, and she gave some responsibility, building herself a viable empire.

She also went to night school to learn to make and edit video, and soon she was a competent producer of kiddie fights. With her own pay site on Freenet, she was soon making serious money for her efforts. Helen had become very successful at child pornography without having that kind of outcome as her starting goal. Sometimes shit happens, but also sometimes things work out perfectly.

Although she had never met him, she knew Jackson Avery was a man who got things done, a consummate achiever. If he had anything to propose to her, she was all ears. She was happy to accept Martha’s surprise invitation. Helen Regent was a woman who got what she wanted by playing and leveraging other people’s ideas, and she knew for certain Jackson Avery was an ideas man.

Martha was seated on the couch between them, while Jackson was reclining on the plush sofa at the end. He and Martha were sipping martinis. The conversation had been casual as they settled in, and she still had no idea why she had been invited over for a drink this afternoon.

“Does Harry know what you’re up to?” Jackson asked, as if he were enquiring about the weather.

“I’m not sure I know what you mean,” Helen said, almost defensively. “Harry’s a very busy man, and we sometimes lead separate lives. He has his own favorite pastimes.”

“I’d never thought of buggering little boys as a pastime, but I suppose it does keep his penis busy while you’re out doing your thing. That’s really a side issue. I’m really not interested in Harry’s hobbies. What I want to talk to you about is you taking control of all the kiddie fight house parties, merging organizations, North America wide, and ramping up your video business at the same time.”

Helen was stunned. Martha kept a poker face. She had no idea the Avery’s had any knowledge of her video and Internet business. Certainly Martha couldn’t have told him, because she’d never divulged that information to her friend. She knew Martha produced some house parties, but was sure she was not in too deep.

“As you well know, the parties you produce and those you attend barely scratch the surface of what is happening from time to time around the world. I can see that there is great potential for growth in this industry, with the base already established. The fruit is ripe, ready for picking.

“I want you to supervise a full network of house parties, right across America, with most of them as they are now, but with a few separate higher end events where men are invited, but I’ll get to that later. I know you don’t want to pollute the female format already established, and I respect that.

“There will need to be a few minor changes. The one necessary change that comes to mind at the moment is a full ban on the use of diapers. They’re nothing but an unnecessary nuisance. The kids will all have to fight stark naked. That is not negotiable. We’ll keep the price to attend at $100 for now, but if access to view the videos is going to sell well, then there can be no diapers.

“Hiding their little pussies is a flaw in the system, regardless of the purpose. The kiddies’ little cuntlets have got to be on full display, full time. That’s a big draw. Pinning those silly diapers on girls who are housebroken is disgusting. And I like the use of hot pepper juice to make the pretty little beaks at the bottom of their bellies sting, swell and stand open.

“We can even look at placing some large decorative piercings of some of the children’s little puds, the kind teen girls and young professionals commonly do, but quite a bit larger and heavier. Can you imagine how charming it would be to see some decorative heavy metal suspended from the tender genitalia of cute little girls?

“I’m certain it would thrill their mothers just to have cunny-piercing suggested. We’ll need to put together some skilled specialists at body metal to take care of that aspect. It could become another steady source of revenue. Building up a comprehensive package around the thousands of little girls who participate in the delightful underground sport is the secret of success.

“If kiddies make a mess on the floor, the audience has got to be able to see it, and the hostess will have to deal with it. Floor covers seem to be working well, and when something gets stained, well, that’s part of the price of gaining status by being permitted to host an exciting afternoon of nude kiddie fights and orgasms. A small poop and pee stain on an expensive carpet can become a badge of honor.

“While you’re busy setting the new standards and developing control of the entire sport, Martha and I will set up a new offshore retreat where everything is possible, limitless rare performances, and outcomes happen the way clients want it. It will be on an island with its own harbor and airport. We’ve decided that to maximize interest and profits, the retreat will be open to both women and men.

“Unlike the home parties, where risks must be measured and reduced to easily manageable levels, the special new resort will be a place where risk is reduced to zero, meaning there will be no limits to what happens, where the most extreme becomes the expected. For this reason alone it must be invisible to both the law and to the guests.

“It will be well outside the reach of the inconvenience of law agencies, and flying entirely under the radar. Guests will have no idea where they are. Their first cocktail on the last leg of the flight will ensure that. No clocks or smartphones will be permitted. Guests will have no idea how far they have flown, or in what direction. It’s quite elegant, really.

“We will maintain a staff who will be permanent residents of our island, and as they gain trust, some will earn the right for accompanied shore excursions. I’ll have a trusted psychologist monitor the staff regularly and chart their progress. She’ll be part of the hiring process. She’s young and looks great, so she will work on site as one of the nude waitresses, so that staff won’t think of her as part of management.



. . . to be continued